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LetsFly
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STATUS: Been a busy couple of days, will be getting RP replies out tomorrow! 8 mos ago
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- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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Been a busy couple of days, will be getting RP replies out tomorrow!
9 mos ago
Sorry for my brief absence! I bought Helldivers II and promptly forgot about real life for several days while spreading (managed) democracy 🪲🤖🗽
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Re-inventing myself, AKA dyeing my hair and revamping my wardrobe in order to feel alive again
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9 mos ago
Finally home! Gonna get a nap in and then work on replies :)
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9 mos ago
RP partners! I will be travelling from Thursday through Sunday of this week to visit family, and may not reply any of those days, depending. Sorry in advance!
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Bio
give me all the vampire romance RPs
Hello, friends!
I'm Lettie! I'm a 27-year-old lady living in Wisconsin with my wonderful husband, two cats, and a flock of chickens.
I'm a bit of an RPG veteran; I joined somewhere between 2010-2011 (before the Guildfall of 2015), and spent many of my teenage years on this site, frequenting the Spam forum (see: racking up infraction points) or relentlessly refreshing the page, waiting on RP replies.
Not much has changed.
I've been quite on-and-off in my activity here over the years (err, decades. God, I'm old.), but with the way life is going currently, I'm hoping to become a semi-permanent fixture around here once more!
While I enjoy the occasional group RP, I am a big sucker for a good romance, which doesn't always translate well there. (I am also victim to the Group RP Curse: they get abandoned pretty quickly in my experience.) Therefore, you'll most likely find me in a series of 1x1s.
I like to think of myself as a high-casual/low-advanced writer. I think I could certainly exceed that if necessary, but the RPs I tend to participate in often only require 3-7 paragraphs to get the point across, however detailed, rather than a short novel. Not that I'm opposed, but I'm no Dickens -- I'm not going to make the description of the tip of a pen last 6 pages if I don't feel like it adds anything to the story.
I am all about ~the vibes~. I will make playlists, AI fan art, Pinterest moodboards, etc. involving our characters. I'll find gifs and images that resemble the settings, to add visual appeal. I like to go back and format my posts so they're more aesthetically pleasing. I am a gushy person and fall in love with the stories rather easily. If you'd rather I didn't share these things with you, let me know!
When I'm not spamming the refresh button here, I can usually be found with my nose in a book, or playing video games (think more Animal Crossing and TLOZ, less COD or Overwatch and the like). I'm a software engineer, though I'm on a bit of a sabbatical at the moment, so I guess I'm more of a stay-at-home wife.
My 1x1 Interest Check can be found here.
I like to think I'm a pretty friendly and open person, so if you'd like to bring an RP idea to my attention, or just chat and tell me about your day (or send me pictures of your cats), my DMs are always open! I'm also happy to add folks on other socials and make friends!
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Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one--the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.
The scholar's greatest weakness: calling procrastination research.
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I am Lets.
I am Fly.
I am LetsFly.
I am here because every time I try to leave I end up back here in an infinite loop.
I am Fly.
I am LetsFly.
I am here because every time I try to leave I end up back here in an infinite loop.
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I have 15 chickens.
As they ventured out of the bustling city of Whiterun and onto the path leading towards Karthspire, Lyra couldn’t shake the sense of relief that washed over her. The open wilderness embraced them, offering a sense of freedom and comfort she hadn’t realized she missed. Beside her, Finrod’s presence was a reassuring anchor, his steady strides matching her own as they walked side by side.
Surprisingly, when their arms brushed against each other, neither shied away. It was as if an unspoken understanding had settled between them, allowing for the subtle exchange of physical contact without awkwardness. Lyra found herself drawn to the warmth of Finrod’s presence, grateful for the unexpected comfort it brought.
Their footsteps echoed softly on the dirt path, the rhythm of their journey filling the quiet air. After a while, Finrod broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tranquil surroundings. He inquired what she did for fun, his tone laced with genuine curiosity.
Lyra chuckled softly at the question, the sound carrying a hint of amusement. “Fun?” she repeated, the word feeling foreign on her tongue. “I’m not really sure,” she admitted, pausing to ponder. “I enjoy reading. Dancing, though I’m not very good at it. And fishing,” she added with a small smile, the memories of casting lines into tranquil waters bringing a sense of peace to her soul.
Turning the question back to Finrod, she raised an eyebrow playfully. “What about you? What does a high elf like yourself do for fun?” she asked, genuinely curious to learn more about the enigmatic man by her side.
As they continued their journey, the air between them seemed charged with an undeniable tension, a palpable energy that crackled with unspoken words and shared moments. Beneath the vast expanse of the Skyrim sky, amidst the beauty of the wilderness, Lyra couldn’t help but wonder what adventures awaited them on the road ahead — and what it was that had drawn them together, forging a connection bound by fate whether they liked it or not.
Surprisingly, when their arms brushed against each other, neither shied away. It was as if an unspoken understanding had settled between them, allowing for the subtle exchange of physical contact without awkwardness. Lyra found herself drawn to the warmth of Finrod’s presence, grateful for the unexpected comfort it brought.
Their footsteps echoed softly on the dirt path, the rhythm of their journey filling the quiet air. After a while, Finrod broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tranquil surroundings. He inquired what she did for fun, his tone laced with genuine curiosity.
Lyra chuckled softly at the question, the sound carrying a hint of amusement. “Fun?” she repeated, the word feeling foreign on her tongue. “I’m not really sure,” she admitted, pausing to ponder. “I enjoy reading. Dancing, though I’m not very good at it. And fishing,” she added with a small smile, the memories of casting lines into tranquil waters bringing a sense of peace to her soul.
Turning the question back to Finrod, she raised an eyebrow playfully. “What about you? What does a high elf like yourself do for fun?” she asked, genuinely curious to learn more about the enigmatic man by her side.
As they continued their journey, the air between them seemed charged with an undeniable tension, a palpable energy that crackled with unspoken words and shared moments. Beneath the vast expanse of the Skyrim sky, amidst the beauty of the wilderness, Lyra couldn’t help but wonder what adventures awaited them on the road ahead — and what it was that had drawn them together, forging a connection bound by fate whether they liked it or not.
Lyra slid into the seat beside Finrod, a shiver running down her spine despite the warmth of the tavern's fire. She couldn't help but inch closer to him, seeking the heat of another body near hers. Glancing around the room, she expected to find the door open and letting a draft in, or perhaps that the old woman had charmed some sort of cold feeling into her, but found the door closed and the old woman lost in a slumber in her usual chair.
Regardless, their closeness felt nice, so Lyra didn't move away. As she settled in beside Finrod, her gaze fell upon the map spread out before them, his finger tracing the potential routes they could take. The prospect of their journey ahead filled her with a sense of excitement, mingled with a hint of apprehension. She nodded as she considered their options. "I think we aim for the Inn," she continued, her voice laden with optimism, "With my luck, something will certainly go wrong and we won't make it that far, but I like to hope for the best. Worst case scenario, the cabin is a good back-up."
Regardless, their closeness felt nice, so Lyra didn't move away. As she settled in beside Finrod, her gaze fell upon the map spread out before them, his finger tracing the potential routes they could take. The prospect of their journey ahead filled her with a sense of excitement, mingled with a hint of apprehension. She nodded as she considered their options. "I think we aim for the Inn," she continued, her voice laden with optimism, "With my luck, something will certainly go wrong and we won't make it that far, but I like to hope for the best. Worst case scenario, the cabin is a good back-up."
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