My head cannot handle metal music. Heh. If Adolphian likes it, power to him. He can keep it. ;) I'm prone to headaches and have more sensitive hearing with my blindness, so that's part of it. The Finnish polka I was enjoying. It immediately struck me that I recognize the song and it wasn't until just a little while ago that I realized why. I had a memory of my sister being really into Vocaloids and her sharing some of the music with me. I looked it up and found that Miku had a very popular song based off of the one you shared. Listening to it brought back a lot of memories.
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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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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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Duh. Sorry, I guess I'm a little more out of it than I realized. I did catch it at the end of your last post, so I had to laugh at myself when I read your reply. And your reply was fantastic. I think the cursing was very clever.
We should be currently progressing our characters to Jubelife City. They should get their letters and make their way to Sinnoh. You get to choose how you get your character from point A to point B. Be creative, time skip, set your course to intersect with someone else's character, whichever you would enjoy writing the most.
Frostecs, a crash sounds epically chaotic. It's a really fun idea. You did mention that the Pokémon he's currently flying on is injured, so it's very believable. Have fun with it. I look forward to the shenanigans.
I'm planning on listening to the music soon, but I think nerding out about our characters is part of the fun of making them. It's something that breathes life into them and makes us excited to play them and imagine them.
Frostecs, a crash sounds epically chaotic. It's a really fun idea. You did mention that the Pokémon he's currently flying on is injured, so it's very believable. Have fun with it. I look forward to the shenanigans.
I'm planning on listening to the music soon, but I think nerding out about our characters is part of the fun of making them. It's something that breathes life into them and makes us excited to play them and imagine them.
Her laughter had subsided into softer giggles by the time Maeve’s attention was drawn away from the tussle of feathers and fur by another movement, another man waving in greeting in her direction. The last of the laughter immediately faded, though she did her best to keep a friendly smile in its place. At least she had managed to get herself off the ground by this point.
Her eyes swept over the approaching figure, instinctively assessing everything she saw. He was shorter than she was by several inches, with delicate features that could have been mistaken for a woman’s if she’d only caught a brief glance. He wore finely tailored clothing in various shades of pink, accented by similarly colored accessories. What stood out most, however, was the ease with which he carried himself. There was no hesitation or self-consciousness in his posture, only quiet confidence. Maeve found herself respecting that almost immediately. Confidence born from knowing exactly who you were tended to be far rarer a find in people than any particular fashion choice.
The immediate side effect, however, was a sudden awareness of her own appearance. She felt underdressed, under-groomed, and wholly unprepared to meet someone who looked so much more elegant and put together than she had ever been in her life. Surreptitiously, she brushed at a smear of dirt on her pants before quickly abandoning the effort. Her clothes needed a proper wash, and there was simply no getting around that.
When the man called out to her, she found herself mildly surprised by his tone. He spoke as though he were greeting an old friend rather than a complete stranger. It was disarming in a way she hadn’t expected, and she felt some of the usual tension that accompanied meeting new people ease from her shoulders. It was still there, but not as dominant as it usually was.
Maeve’s eyes quickly flickered back to the flowerbed and then returned to the approaching stranger. The contrast between the chaos that had unfolded behind her and the ease with which he approached was difficult to miss. She almost laughed. Tempest had only just managed to recover his dignity after being knocked out of the air, ruffling his feathers and giving the Zoroark a look of exasperated annoyance. Whisper looked entirely too pleased with herself, indifferent to the glare.
Maeve exhaled softly. "I'd like to say that this sort of behavior is unusual," she answered honestly, "but this is pretty normal for Whisper." She indicated the Zoroark, who grinned.
Her gaze automatically dropped to the Pokémon peeking from behind Liam’s leg as he was introduced. Boo’s hesitation contrasted sharply with his trainer’s confidence, and she found herself wondering how the pair had ended up together. She had thought that it was a Pikachu hiding behind him initially, but as she looked, she quickly realized that that assumption had been wrong. It was Pikachu like, but there were enough indicators to tell her that this was a Pokémon trying to appear like it was a Pikachu. It tickled at her recollection, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it just then.
"My Bridget is like that as well," she said, rubbing gently at the Amphiros's head.
Bridget, for her part, was showing a remarkable amount of self-control. Instead of running over and enthusiastically introducing herself or tackling the unsuspecting trainer in a hug, she was beaming at them and waving her arms quite enthusiastically.
“Nice to meet you, Liam. I’m Maeve Brennan.”
As he mentioned the invitation, she glanced down at the envelope still resting in her hand before looking back up at him, her gaze sharpening. So he had one as well.
"I did." The statement was simple and matter-of-fact, more confirmation than conversation.
As if realizing this, she shuffled slightly, and for a moment, she studied Liam, not suspicious so much as curious. He didn’t seem particularly bothered by introducing himself to a complete stranger in the middle of a minor disaster.
"Have you been traveling long," she asked. “Most people I’ve met on the road don’t stop to admire the scenery before reaching their destination. Not trainers strong enough to be invited to a high tier competition in any case."
It wasn’t quite friendly conversation yet, but it was closer than most of her interactions with strangers tended to be. An invitation to continue the conversation, if nothing else.
Her eyes swept over the approaching figure, instinctively assessing everything she saw. He was shorter than she was by several inches, with delicate features that could have been mistaken for a woman’s if she’d only caught a brief glance. He wore finely tailored clothing in various shades of pink, accented by similarly colored accessories. What stood out most, however, was the ease with which he carried himself. There was no hesitation or self-consciousness in his posture, only quiet confidence. Maeve found herself respecting that almost immediately. Confidence born from knowing exactly who you were tended to be far rarer a find in people than any particular fashion choice.
The immediate side effect, however, was a sudden awareness of her own appearance. She felt underdressed, under-groomed, and wholly unprepared to meet someone who looked so much more elegant and put together than she had ever been in her life. Surreptitiously, she brushed at a smear of dirt on her pants before quickly abandoning the effort. Her clothes needed a proper wash, and there was simply no getting around that.
When the man called out to her, she found herself mildly surprised by his tone. He spoke as though he were greeting an old friend rather than a complete stranger. It was disarming in a way she hadn’t expected, and she felt some of the usual tension that accompanied meeting new people ease from her shoulders. It was still there, but not as dominant as it usually was.
Maeve’s eyes quickly flickered back to the flowerbed and then returned to the approaching stranger. The contrast between the chaos that had unfolded behind her and the ease with which he approached was difficult to miss. She almost laughed. Tempest had only just managed to recover his dignity after being knocked out of the air, ruffling his feathers and giving the Zoroark a look of exasperated annoyance. Whisper looked entirely too pleased with herself, indifferent to the glare.
Maeve exhaled softly. "I'd like to say that this sort of behavior is unusual," she answered honestly, "but this is pretty normal for Whisper." She indicated the Zoroark, who grinned.
Her gaze automatically dropped to the Pokémon peeking from behind Liam’s leg as he was introduced. Boo’s hesitation contrasted sharply with his trainer’s confidence, and she found herself wondering how the pair had ended up together. She had thought that it was a Pikachu hiding behind him initially, but as she looked, she quickly realized that that assumption had been wrong. It was Pikachu like, but there were enough indicators to tell her that this was a Pokémon trying to appear like it was a Pikachu. It tickled at her recollection, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it just then.
"My Bridget is like that as well," she said, rubbing gently at the Amphiros's head.
Bridget, for her part, was showing a remarkable amount of self-control. Instead of running over and enthusiastically introducing herself or tackling the unsuspecting trainer in a hug, she was beaming at them and waving her arms quite enthusiastically.
“Nice to meet you, Liam. I’m Maeve Brennan.”
As he mentioned the invitation, she glanced down at the envelope still resting in her hand before looking back up at him, her gaze sharpening. So he had one as well.
"I did." The statement was simple and matter-of-fact, more confirmation than conversation.
As if realizing this, she shuffled slightly, and for a moment, she studied Liam, not suspicious so much as curious. He didn’t seem particularly bothered by introducing himself to a complete stranger in the middle of a minor disaster.
"Have you been traveling long," she asked. “Most people I’ve met on the road don’t stop to admire the scenery before reaching their destination. Not trainers strong enough to be invited to a high tier competition in any case."
It wasn’t quite friendly conversation yet, but it was closer than most of her interactions with strangers tended to be. An invitation to continue the conversation, if nothing else.
Thank you!
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.
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