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StarfrostedFox
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STATUS: To have actual creativity, motivation, and inspiration back feels like welcoming home an old familiar friend. Comfortable. It's nice. 2 mos ago
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To have actual creativity, motivation, and inspiration back feels like welcoming home an old familiar friend. Comfortable. It's nice.
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Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! Or Josie! C:
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 17 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 17 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
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I think both of you have an OK arc with what you've imagined. Other things will present themselves as the story goes on.
Speaking of learning to accept that we all lose sometimes, I was actually starting to teach my oldest son, 6 1/2, to play Pokémon Moore today. He was watching me play through some Diamond and wanted to try too. My husband launched Pearl on his switch so that we could put it on the TV. I have almost the entirety of the game memorized by sound alone and so I was telling him which Pokémon was on the screen and trying to explain types and weaknesses. He came across a trainer with a Budew and was trying to fight it with his starter Piplup. He was having a hard time with the fact that Budew was winning since it was using grass type against his water type and started panicking. I explained calmly that it was OK, he could switch Pokémon. But when it started paralyzing and poisoning other team members, he was starting to get frustrated and not having fun anymore. He was experiencing the game being difficult whereas it had been relatively easy before then. My husband and I had an opportunity to calmly explain that losing was OK and it wasn't the end of the world. I even told him how I had some of my Pokémon knocked out when I had been playing because I encountered an opponent who had a Pokémon that was stronger than mine, but that it was OK. I could always try again. It was an interesting experience to help him start to learn that concept. And it was funny to hear him get so excited over catching a Bidoof. :D
Aw, bummer Frostecs. I'm sorry you're sick too. Thanks BB. I'm trying to rest, but it's hard with young kids and my husband recovering from minor surgery on top of it. One of our common sayings is: why do things on easy when you can do them on hard? ;)
That's a good question. And I like your plan for Elena. I can picture Maeve having to deal with a situation where she has to accept that she can't over analyze everything in her life. And coming to a point where she can grow beyond beating herself up over losses. Everyone loses sometimes, but we don't have to criticize ourselves and tear ourselves down because of it. I want her to be able to mature in that way. I'm not sure what else I imagine for her, but I can see her naturally falling into a teacher role, since part of her personality is the enjoyment of teaching others.
Also, I blame you that the theme song is stuck in my head now.
That's a good question. And I like your plan for Elena. I can picture Maeve having to deal with a situation where she has to accept that she can't over analyze everything in her life. And coming to a point where she can grow beyond beating herself up over losses. Everyone loses sometimes, but we don't have to criticize ourselves and tear ourselves down because of it. I want her to be able to mature in that way. I'm not sure what else I imagine for her, but I can see her naturally falling into a teacher role, since part of her personality is the enjoyment of teaching others.
Also, I blame you that the theme song is stuck in my head now.
The more time she spent with him, the more unsettled Mara felt. She felt jumpy for reasons she couldn't explain. But at the same time, everything was so still around him, she didn't understand why it should bother her. He seemed to know how she was feeling too, though she kept her emotions from her face. He simply couldn't be nobody, because he was doing something impossible. And the magic...
His question distracted her thoughts from where they had started going and she calmly met his gaze, her insides full of unseen butterflies. Why should that question bother her? It wasn't like she was a secret. Nearly all the witches in existence knew of her she believed. Maybe it was because this man was claiming that he wasn't witch born, that he was an unsuspecting outsider. But that didn't seem right somehow.
"I'm Mara," she found herself saying quietly, feeling trapped by his gaze. "I'm a threadseer. I can see magic." She barely whispered the last part and it was a wonder she could be heard above the fountain at all.
And then Mara realized what she had said and her heart started hammering against her ribs. Why? Why has she just admitted that to this stranger? He probably didn't understand what it meant, she barely felt like she understood it sometimes. If he truly was an outsider, it would go right over his head. Magic to normal people was invisible.
Her eyes automatically flickered to the threads that floated nearby, so calm and quiet. So unlike what she was used to seeing. Her head ached softly as she did so, but not as bad as she was used to it doing. She wondered why that was. Unconsciously, forgetting she was doing so in the first place, her hand tightened on the nail in her pocket.
"Who are you," she breathed, her mask cracking slightly as her eyebrows fold together a little,, puckering the skin between them.
His question distracted her thoughts from where they had started going and she calmly met his gaze, her insides full of unseen butterflies. Why should that question bother her? It wasn't like she was a secret. Nearly all the witches in existence knew of her she believed. Maybe it was because this man was claiming that he wasn't witch born, that he was an unsuspecting outsider. But that didn't seem right somehow.
"I'm Mara," she found herself saying quietly, feeling trapped by his gaze. "I'm a threadseer. I can see magic." She barely whispered the last part and it was a wonder she could be heard above the fountain at all.
And then Mara realized what she had said and her heart started hammering against her ribs. Why? Why has she just admitted that to this stranger? He probably didn't understand what it meant, she barely felt like she understood it sometimes. If he truly was an outsider, it would go right over his head. Magic to normal people was invisible.
Her eyes automatically flickered to the threads that floated nearby, so calm and quiet. So unlike what she was used to seeing. Her head ached softly as she did so, but not as bad as she was used to it doing. She wondered why that was. Unconsciously, forgetting she was doing so in the first place, her hand tightened on the nail in her pocket.
"Who are you," she breathed, her mask cracking slightly as her eyebrows fold together a little,, puckering the skin between them.
I don't mind at all! They sound good to me. It will be interesting to see how Elena grows over the course of the story.
Haha! Your's was great too BB! I absolutely hate spiders, so it creeps me out too. But I laughed a lot as well.
I'll start working on my next post very soon. I have two others that I'm working on, not simultaneously, and then this. I've caught a cold, but it doesn't seem to be one that has me too congested, so I can still dictate.
I'll start working on my next post very soon. I have two others that I'm working on, not simultaneously, and then this. I've caught a cold, but it doesn't seem to be one that has me too congested, so I can still dictate.
Well, if he had been expecting a different reaction, Ronan didn't show it. At least, not more than a single blink. He didn't understand how Giselle could be smiling after all that, after everything that had been said. It shook his very foundation.
'Who is this woman?'
A memory of white hot pain slicing across his back had the stray thought banished almost instantly. Who she was didn't matter. She was his target. And that was all there was to it.
He nodded his head a few beats too late, but it didn't matter. It was just in time for her next statement. He followed Giselle out of the front office and into the hallway, automatically looking up and down the long stretch. He followed her gestures with his eyes before nodding again.
"three doors from the office, last door on the right," he repeated automatically before returning his gaze to her face. He braced himself again, out of his element, but trying to act like he wasn't.
"...I shouldn't easily get separated from you," he said slowly, as if in the act of preparing to give someone a shot. "My orders are to be by your side unless the situation deems it impossible." A pause. "Right by your side."
There would be no separation from him, very little privacy, and virtually no chance that she could slip away. It was invasive and disheartening. But he had his orders.
'Who is this woman?'
A memory of white hot pain slicing across his back had the stray thought banished almost instantly. Who she was didn't matter. She was his target. And that was all there was to it.
He nodded his head a few beats too late, but it didn't matter. It was just in time for her next statement. He followed Giselle out of the front office and into the hallway, automatically looking up and down the long stretch. He followed her gestures with his eyes before nodding again.
"three doors from the office, last door on the right," he repeated automatically before returning his gaze to her face. He braced himself again, out of his element, but trying to act like he wasn't.
"...I shouldn't easily get separated from you," he said slowly, as if in the act of preparing to give someone a shot. "My orders are to be by your side unless the situation deems it impossible." A pause. "Right by your side."
There would be no separation from him, very little privacy, and virtually no chance that she could slip away. It was invasive and disheartening. But he had his orders.
@Azure Bubbles I loved your introduction! Thank you! 🩷
Me too! And even longer since I did a Pokémon story. Way back when Marriland still had a forum. :)
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