Scoutillus Finch

@whalekeeper

Just saw your post on here.

Hope you feel better soon! ❤️

@theducktator

Yes, I do every year, except this year because my Mom made canned cranberry sauce…hence why I didn’t eat it because it wasn’t the recipe I like.

@koshka

I don’t eat it on anything, just straight cranberry sauce.

In Guardian Angels my beloved flop Nahim, in his earliest form, was a broken soldier finding healing. At first he was just another character, but eventually, as I got older and hit troubles in my life, I began to morph him into something that resembled some of my thoughts and feelings. He became almost a way of self-expression over the years, b…[Read more]

@anyonewaitingformetoroleplay

I might ghost you for a couple days because reasons. Sorry in advance. I won’t be gone forever.

@whalekeeper

It’s not painful to read. You describe things clearly, there are varied sentence lengths, and you suggest emotion at sprinkled points through the sections. You also don’t harp on descriptions, which is something I struggle with.

Thanks.

But stubborn me still hates it (it’s a me problem, I am genuinely thankful)

Also, I really, reall…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

Gabriel nodded, his jaw tight, knowing Lucy couldn’t get there in time. He judged the distance, and the closeness of the crows, but before he finished thinking, he sheathed his daggers and scooped Lucy up, apologizing, remembering how she kicked him last time. Then he ran for what felt like the m…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

It’s painful to read, but thanks I guess.

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

It, indeed, was Lucy. She tumbled unceremoniously from the mass of black feathers. The crow shifted its attention from the shiny silver, to her, and she ran, the crow chasing after her.

Gabriel’s blades were out in a moment, boots digging into the ground as he r…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

The problem is not what I want to write, I just genuinely hate my writing style right now.

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

As the crows above cackled and argued, Gabriel’s attention was drawn to something silver falling from the tower. A crow dived after it, and among its black feathers was a spot of color on its back. Gabriel cal…[Read more]

Yesterday afternoon, my mom passed away. She’s with Jesus now, and I’m very joyful about that, but I miss her a lot, too.

Something really cool happened though! Saturday night, my cousins on my dad’s side came to visit my mom, and when we went home, one of them spent the night in my room just for fun, and so did my sister.

I’d been going through…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle do you mind if I fast forward a bit with my next rp?

@loopylin

LOLLLL! Yes!

Why do you think I didn’t eat any Cranberry Sauce of Thanksgiving??

(fr though, it was because I’m a picky person about recipes, and it was the wrong recipe)

@rae

So is this cannibalism?

Really not my best work, his lips are wayyy to small

I finished this…and then realized it was terrible…

Not any of my ocs, btw, this was a trade for someone on Unvale

And after over 12 hours, I return.

@whalekeeper

I had to pull out a plot device

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

The shadowy form of the bird faded slowly into the mist, and Gabriel’s heart sunk. He couldn’t wait, he’d have to hope the crow kept its steady direction, and enter the maze to pursue it. He adjusted his mask, pulling the red ribbon t…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Dante

Rory’s tone made Dante feel like a kid again, being bossed by an older sibling. His posture slouched and he grumbled something indecipherable. Then he looked at Rory with a slight glare.

“I can’t… go by myself.”

Jack Celby

The dining hall was beginning to fill up quickly with excited students. They were all crowded around a very long table in the middle of the room. There was no food out yet, but mouth watering smells drifted in from the kitchen. Jack hovered on the edge of the crowd, waiting patiently. A few people glanced his way, but none attempted to…[Read more]

@mineralizedwritings

From: Brea Thorne, Thorne Mansion, N. Elm Street, Linmaus

To: Someone

Hello, my name is Brea. I am eleven years old. My brother is making me find a penpal because he says it will be good for me. I am too busy, though, so I am just writing this to make him happy and then I will leave it in the wastebasket at the post…[Read more]

Seems like Lucy might need some help

I liked being you, Lu.

awwwwww