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14 days ago
Current I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting.
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2 yrs ago
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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5 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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5 yrs ago
"To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable." ~ John Milton
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7 yrs ago
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! 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 15 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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Feeling that it might be a little rude to say that calling your house "The Burrow" might be considered rather strange to more people than just herself, Abigail kept that little tidbit silent, taking another bite of her sandwich to give herself thinking time. Despite sounding like something a rabbit might live in, the way the twins talked about their family and their home made it sound pleasant. She hadn't seen her own family in months and the realization made her heart ache with how much she missed them. But almost immediately she was distracted with the sound of Harry Potter's name and she momentarily found herself stunned, pulled out of her own grief. Her mouth fell open slightly, eyebrows raised, but George was already moving on with the next piece of information before she could fully wrap her head around the idea that the family that had just saved her was in touch with, possibly even friends too, Harry Potter.

Making a concerted effort not to look like she was overwhelmed by all of the names and information she had just been presented with, Abigail made herself smile. The expression wasn't too difficult, she was pretty happy at the moment, but she still hoped that she would be able to keep all of the facts straight when the time came. "i'm looking forward to meeting everyone." She smiled again, she loved making new friends after all.

The door to the shack opened then and Emily walked in, pale but no longer appearing as if she was in intense pain, followed by Charlie, Who intern looked as if he was trying to piece together some sort of puzzle, confusion wrinkling his forehead. Abigail beamed at the sight of her friend, carefully scrutinizing her tired face for a moment before letting her go into the bathroom without objection. Staring at the closed door for a heartbeat, Abby then turned around and watched as Charlie took up an empty seat and turned it around before sitting down so that he was sitting in the chair backwards. He smiled at his brothers as he took one of the sandwiches, taking a huge bite out of it and swallowing before giving her a wink.

"That's me. I haven't seen a dragon in weeks though." He admitted with a wistful sigh. "I can live without the burns, but I miss seeing them and getting a chance to pit my strength and wit against the scaly brutes."

Abigail giggled appreciatively. "sounds dangerous. I don't see what you get out of it."

"No one ever does." Charlie replied, giving his head a little shake.

Laughing once again, Abby then lit up as George mentioned that he and Fred both owned a joke shop. "Oh! That sounds wonderful!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together and looking delighted. "I feel like I haven't laughed in ages! I would love to hear more about the kinds of jokes you have both come up with." She said sincerely.

"You opened yourself to that one." Charlie said with a grin, vivid memories of what the twins had come up with flashing through his mind. "It's brilliant though."

But when Fred went on to ask her about what she herself had done before You-Know-Who had made things such a living nightmare, Abigail found the thought had her frown returning, her stomach twisting uneasily. She couldn't very well start telling them about how she had been a spy for the ministry, how she could change into any animal she could imagine, she didn't have that level of trust for the Weasley men. Yet. So after a moment which involved her biting at her lower lip, she decided to tell only part of the truth. "Nothing too exciting I'm afraid, unless you think that cooking part time at the Leaky Cauldron is exciting."

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Having waited patiently as Emily reassured him that she was fine and then got to her feet, Charlie was nevertheless ready to catch her should she stumble. Her expression seemed to darken, almost as if she could read his thoughts, but instead of telling him off about his desire to help, she instead threatened to hex him if she discovered that he and his family were not actually there to help. Holding up both of his hands palms outward, Charlie couldn't help the small grin that flickered across his face. "And I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. I'd jynx myself if I even start to consider it." He reassured her, though he wasn't expecting that to gain the witch's trust.

Following behind Emily as she headed towards the shack, Charlie retrieved his own backpack from the ground as they went, hooking it over one shoulder and had just moved to step forward to open the door when the blonde suddenly blocked his path. Blinking down at her, he silently listened to her cryptic explanation, his confusion rising as he tried to connect what had just happened with what she was saying now, but felt as if he was missing the point somehow. Perhaps she wasn't talking about the potions... By the time she had finally moved inside and he had walked in after her, he still hadn't unraveled what she had said to him. Watching as Emily disappeared into the bathroom, he just managed to hold back the sigh that threatened to escape, putting the matter at the back of his mind before joining the others at the little table.

As he ate his sandwich and joined in the conversation going on between his brothers and Abigail, Charlie couldn't help but allow his light brown gaze to drift to the closed bathroom door every minute or so, mind only really half on the talking that was taking place. He still couldn't quite comprehend what Emily had meant by what she had said earlier. And trying to decipher the message was making his head hurt.

There was a soft click as the bathroom opened once again, Emily emerging with a cloud of sweet smelling steam and taking her place silently at the little table, collecting her own food and beginning to eat without a word to any of them. By the look on her face, Charlie thought that Abigail had also been worried about her friend. The brunette reached out and plucked the brush magically untangling Emily's hair out of the air and began to run it herself through the wet strands.

"Had a good bath?" Charlie inquired pleasantly, admitting to himself that the young woman looked better for her wash.
"No... I don't think that I've ever been there."Allowing a thoughtful expression to cross his face, Rover finally seemed to come to some conclusion and reached into his pocket, Withdrawing a couple pieces of folded paper himself. "Crescent Landing sounds a little familiar... but I don't know much about it." He admitted, unfolding the paper and beginning to Peru's the contents. "I have a couple of maps here, they're on some brochures I picked up at a train station a while back. Maybe one of them is the town you're going to. Let's take a look!"

The first map he held up showed a fairly symmetrical town, it's River cutting an almost perfect diagonal from left to right with a sandy beach fringing the southern edge and turning up sharply on the left. The second map showed an almost staircase shaped pattern of the river starting at the top right and flowing left, then down, then left again in a longer line, then down, a short left, and then down into the ocean, Bisecting a long crescent shaped beach. The third showed a river that started in the lower left hand corner and continued left in a straight line for about a fourth of the map before suddenly turning sharply upward in a long horseshoe shape that arched back down towards the sideways L-shaped beach.And finally the fourth depicted a winding serpentine river that flowed from almost the exact center of the northern side of the town and made a curvy S shaped pattern before emptying out into the ocean at almost the exact center of the southern edge, Also bisecting it's beach which was contrarily Straight with only the most minimal of curves.

"is it one of these?" Rover asked hopefully, silently praying that it was, because he didn't have any other Maps.
Umm... I guess I am okay either way. I personally am not planning on doing any character sheets myself.

Rover look simply delighted that the boy had responded to him, though it appeared that the human had just woken up not too long before he had shown up to inquire after the time. Blinking a few times and deciding it might be better to not mention any grogginess , the catquickly cast his gaze down at his watch to compare the time with what he had been told. "why thank you! I think it is almost time to replace my watch, it keeps slowing down on me." And with that he quite deliberately stepped forward and took the seat across from him, he had been invited to do so after all, Settling back into the cushion and giving his long tail A twitch. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here. I promise I won't fall asleep on your shoulder and start drooling on you or anything..." He chuckled, not about to tell this boy that he had once done just that. Reaching out, he placed one of his paws into the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Oliver." He purred. "And it's Rover." He added helpfully with another grin.

After a moment in which he squinted into the sunlight and tried to not look excited to talk to him, the cat finally turned his yellow and red eyes back onto Oliver and suddenly tilted his head curiously. "so, Oliver, where is it that you might be heading? Anywhere I might know?" He asked, interested in pursuing travel topics. Oliver had said he was on a long trip after all. Being a lover of traveling, Rover rather enjoyed talking to anyone about journeys.
Warm late afternoon sunlight flooded the interior of the train as a curious looking blue and white cat roamed around the floor space of the second car, red irised eyes flickering over the chattering animals clumped up together and crowding the various benches. With a soft sigh of disappointment that there was no room for himself to join them, he proceeded to trail over to the connecting doors to the first car, pushing them open to peer around in and immediately stiffened with surprise. Sitting alone a few benches in was something he had rarely seen: a human. They were a rare species, Only a handful left in the world, So naturally his curiosity increased. Quickly thinking of something to say that would break the ice, he approached the stranger. "Hey there! My name is rover. Can I bother you for the time?" He asked cheerfully, grinning in a way that made his whiskers twitch pleasantly.
I hope this is fun! I'm excited ~ :D
Sent you both a private message! :D
Despite the rumbling of the thunder outside and the splash of rain against the windows, the inner hallways of the headquarters of the Order of Lorelei glowed soft and warm with the light of lanterns hung strategically along the walls, chasing away the shadows the storm had brought. After a moment in which a peal of thunder shook the windows lightly, a small figure of no more than eleven rounded a distant corner at full tilt, hurrying down one of the carpeted passages, heedless of the lashing rain or the soft glow of flames, grinning widely. For her own inner happiness and excitement far outshone any artificial light at that moment. Honestly, for Anise Tatlin, what could be better then having been made a Fon Master Guardian at last.

Skidding to a halt outside of a dark wood office door A little over halfway down the hallway, Anise quickly brushed the palms of her hands down the front of her silky light blue tunic that she had worn especially for the occasion, smoothing out any wrinkles in the fabric. Matching pale blue ribbons had been tied into her Long brown hair in a pair of pigtails that fell to The middle of her back, falling to either side of a grinning doll with mismatched button eyes. Squinting into the metallic surface of the doorknob as she carefully controlled her wild smile and rapid breathing, she momentarily attempted to assess the statelyness of her own appearance, not wanting to give a horrible first impression, but quickly gave up with a snort as her own image was distorted almost to the point of an recognition. Taking a deep breath and producing a much more socially acceptable winning smile for practice, she lifted one of her gloved hands and knocked loudly on the door.
Hopefully it's all right...
Aww. Thank you! But I wasn't trying to make you jealous...
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