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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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As Oliver had gradually drifted in front of her as they walked, Isabelle felt a flush of pleasure at the action. To her, it said that he was willing to take the lead, was apt at leading when it came to their little town. The idea made her smile. She was still smiling as she came to a stop beside Chester's house and the mayor moved past her to look out over the cliff onto the beach and the ocean waves. "Yes... Chester has it good... And he has lived here for quite some time now." Glancing towards the rather bright paint of the roof, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. "The bright orange is new though. I think he lost a bet with Peter..."

The idea of the rather grumpy rabbit tricking the energetic squirrel villager into painting his house such A loud combination of colors was amusing, but quite revealing of each other's personalities and the way the two tended to clash. They were usually pulling one prank or another on one another on any given day of the week... Oliver then asked a question about real estate, diverting Isabelle's thoughts from some of the more colorful arguments that had occurred over The last year, causing her to tilt her head thoughtfully as she considered The answer.

"Umm... As far as I know, Tom Nook handles all of the real estate for the town. I think he offers to build a house anywhere you can find enough room. And the last time I looked, there is plenty of open space along the cliffs." Glancing back in the direction of the train station, she added, "He has a shop set up on main street just across the railroad tracks."
"...Kaylia Vandilla." The woman responded after a moment in which she studied his face, something about the way he had responded subtly relaxing the remaining tension in her shoulders. She smiled again, still a little tentative, but felt comfortable enough turning her back on Garris and the cainmere. She still wasn't entirely sure what the creature was exactly and she didn't feel quite comfortable enough to reveal her ignorance on the matter just yet. Crouching down, Kaylia produced a bag of vegetables, a seasoning pouch, a small knife, and an empty water skin from One of the saddle bags. "And if you're offering to skin some potatoes and onions, I won't keep you from that pleasure." She chuckled, handing over the bag and knife and fishing out a cooking pot and setting it down near the fire.

"there are a couple of carrots in there that you're welcome to give to Storm, my horse, and, um, ...Cainmere if you'd like. Or you can cut them up and throw them in the pot too." She explained, silently wondering if the wolf like creature would rather have some of her dried trail jerky instead. Well, if she found out that the cainmere shunned One of the carrots, she would offer the meat. Dropping the seasoning pouch next to the pot, she halfway turned away from the fire before adding, "i'll go get some water from the river and start cooking as soon as I get back."

Walking away quickly into the darkness, she tried not to make her movements a run as the fluttering panic that was always on the edge of her emotions in the dark threatened to overrule her actions. If only she could remember why she was so afraid of the night, then maybe she could master the impulse... Resisting the urge to grind her teeth together, Kaylia found herself hurrying through her assigned task with unnecessary speed despite the constant reassurances to herself that there was nothing wrong and was soon back in the pool of light cast by her fire, breathing a silent sigh of relief. She carefully emptied the skin into the cooking pot and quickly located a couple of branches that would serve as spits to hold it in place over the flames. As she worked, she would occasionally glance over at her unexpected company, curious as she usually was.

"So, Garris, why did you decide to become a ranger? And how did you come to find a partner in Cainmere?" She finally asked, unable to stop herself.
When they finally reached the castle, Fluttershy found that the trip had worn her out somewhat, her breaths slightly heavier. Not altogether surprising, really. She had been forced into flying against the wind, the consequential friction causing her progress to be slowed considerably. Not that she was a strong flier to begin with, but she couldn't help but wonder if their progress would have been faster if she had simply chosen to run... With a soft clop as her hooves made contact with the stone just outside of the open castle doorway, Fluttershy Took a moment to glance over her shoulder and felt her cheeks burn slightly with embarrassment as she saw that Pinkie had had no problem in keeping up with her slow pace, even bouncing as she had been. She released a small sigh, but quickly resolved to put the matter at the back of her mind. It would do no good to worry about it now.

"Fluttershy! Pinkie! I'm so glad that you came!" A familiar voice called, the two ponies instinctively turning towards the sound with smiles. Each set of eyes focused on the purple allicorn, Twilight Sparkle, hurrying towards them, her small dragon companion Spike writing on her back. Following closely behind her was another pony, this one orange and yellow, and was not altogether surprising, Applejack could have easily made it here before either of them with her work strengthened legs. Further back, a few other ponies stood together in a loose group, all of them strangers, but none of them made any advance towards the doors with the princess. Fluttershy wondered silently who they could be, but quickly focused her attention on the more immediate situation instead.

"Twilight! We came as soon as we could. What's going-" She began, but was quickly overridden by a much louder voice as Pinkie jumped in front of her.

what's going on? Is there an emergency? Do you need A super secret party pronto?" The enthusiastic pink pony asked quickly. And as a precaution if the answer to her last question was yes, Pinkie inexplicably produced her ever famous party canon from seemingly know where.

"No, I don't need a party Pinkie..." Twilight responded as patiently as she could, giving her head a shake as she stopped in front of her friends. But the disappointed expression and slightly deflated appearance of the party pony and her hair made her feel slightly guilty. Which was probably why she tacked on, "But maybe you can start planning for a celebration party for after we solve A problem I have." That was enough for the Pie, her expression brightening considerably, hair fluffy once again.

"... And what is that problem?" Fluttershy finally managed to ask politely, appearing anxious.

But Twilight shook her head once again. "I'd rather explain once rarity and Rainbowdash are here." She explained, her own gaze growing slightly anxious as she turned her head to look out through the open doors, as if expecting to see the two ponies walking in at that moment.
Oh my goodness! I just now noticed that you posted that link! It was so adorable, thank you! :D
No worries. I can understand that.

Ugh... I had my reply written out on my iPad and went to copy it and it accidentally got deleted. A little frustrated with her right now, so I will work on it later.
I am dropping this story due to lack of response. Sorry.
You don't have to bump the topic, I've got it bookmarked... I take a little longer with my replies, but I haven't abandoned the story. I'm getting to it. Promise.
Isabelle blinked once, twice, her eyes refocusing on Oliver. After a moment, a somewhat mortified expression blossomed onto her face and she began to wave her paws through the air in front of her. "Oh Mayor! I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, before dropping her head and heaving a sigh. "I can be such a space cadet sometimes..." She admitted with an air of chagrin.

After a moment, she looked up at the human's face from under her lashes, calculating his expression before she lifted her head once again and giggled softly. His expression wasn't one of chastisement, that had to be a good thing. Squaring her shoulders, she took a quick peek towards retail before seeming to collect the thread of her thoughts. "As I was saying, you can find just about anything in there. It's wonderful!"

Turning away from the little shop, she meandered a few steps as she considered the next part of her tour, glancing out towards the ocean. There really wasn't that much to their little town. Biting gently at the inside of her lower lip, Isabelle gestured toward a little house standing just beyond the recycling building, about halfway between the store and the cliffs, with a white shingled roof, light grey siding, and a light blue rounded door with a circular window set into it. "This is one of the resident's houses. I'm pretty sure it belongs to Medeina, but you would have to ask her." She then pointed out another house further down, just next to the waterfall at the bottom of the river. This building had a vividly painted orange roof, though nothing of the rest of the paint job could be seen at this distance. "And I think that Chester lives down there." She said, not even pausing to consider that these names would probably be unfamiliar to the newcomer. "There are some stairs down to the beach close to his house, more to the left where the cliff face turns."
The sound of hooves thudding rhythmically against the ground soon broke through the cloud of thoughts in her mind, Aelysia's head turning instinctively towards the rhythmic pounding, fighting off another temptation to sigh as she recognized the noise. Her father had not been as patient as she would have hoped. Barely 3 heartbeats had occurred after this realization before a large animal galloped into the clearing, the stag flaring his nostrils as he released a snort as the lithe figure on his back pulled up on the reins to bring him to a stop only a few feet away from the maiden.

"My Lady," the Elvin warrior sighed with relief, even as he leapt from the back of the deer and sprinted the last several feet. Looking extremely anxious, the Raven haired warrior pressed the pads of his left hand's fingers into the hollow of his opposite shoulder respectfully, inclining his head as he did so.

"Peace Daneil, I was just returning home now," Aelysia soothed, pressing The fingertips of her right hand into the hollow of her left shoulder in return. But before she could quite fully articulate this sentence, the warrior was already shaking his head, raising one of his hands to cut in. The interruption had her lifting her eyebrows with surprise.

"I have not come in search for you to escort you back home, Lady Aelysia," Daneil said firmly, his words picking up speed as he spoke until they almost ran into one another. "Your father sent one of his starlings with an urgent message. You are to meet him and the Lady Olowin near the Eastern border as soon as possible."

At that moment, as he mentioned the Starling, Aeylisia noticed the small blue and orange bird perched on the other's shoulder for the first time, watching the two elves with intensity and intelligence uncommon to their species. But despite these surprising attributes, neither seemed to be surprised in the slightest. But that was because this was one of King Laein's birds. And Aeylisia's father had the ability to speak to the birds in a way that was rare even among their people. So after a brief moment in which she simply blinked once, redirecting her thoughts from scoldings and overprotective parents, she noticeably straightened her back as a serious expression crossed her face.

"Did he say what the problem was?" She asked quickly, muscles tensing as she prepared herself to run.

"No, my Lady."

That was all she needed to hear. Turning her body as she pivoted on the ball of one foot, Aeylisia immediately launched into a full out sprint, strides as long as she could make them in her set of skirts. She snorted softly just as the starling flitted by, chirping shrilly to get her attention before using his ability to mimic speech to urge her to "Follow". Not in these skirts... Murmuring The spell she wanted under her breath with confidence, The same instant that she magicked away her inhibiting clothing, her form shimmered and shrank, falling forward on to four legs before she really took off. Running now as a wolf, wavy fur colored red gold like her hair, she practically flew through the forest, convinced that now she could follow her father's instructions to come as quickly as possible. And if running as a wolf was one of her favorite things to do, so much the better. She rarely got the chance to let loose like this anymore and it felt wonderful! Tilting back her head, Aeylisia released a piercing howl of joy as she kept up easily with the bird guiding her to the perimeter of the forest.
The sun hung suspended in a sky that was nearly completely concealed by fluffy white clouds, partially hidden behind a blanket of the stuff , but still managed to spill it's radians down upon the grass in uneven patches of light. A small brightly colored figure stood hesitantly outside of a cottage, her bright green eyes worried as she gazed up at the crowding of darker clouds on the horizon. The sun was surprisingly warm on her wings and back, despite the cold edge to the wind that had been creeping up again, and the contradicting temperatures caused a delicate shiver to run through the length of her bright yellow body, enough that the pale pink hair of her head and tail quivered with the movement. The wind changed direction slightly then, blowing directly into her face, and her nostrils flared To catch the scents It contained. It told her two things... A major storm was headed for Ponyville... And there was absolutely nothing that she could do to stop it. Fluttershy whimpered softly at the thought, dropping her head with disappointment.

Like a cannonball of confetti that had been shot out of a party canon, there was a blur of the brightest of pinks that streaked right for the pegasus, tackling her to the ground with a shrill cry of, "Hi Fluttershy!!" As the dust settled and the blur became a shape, Pinkie Pie could be seen, blue eyes wide with joy, sitting perfectly comfortable on top of the collapsed Fluttershy, Who in turn looked bewildered.

"Umm... Hi Pinkie." The shy pony murmured politely, blinking up at her friend even as she considered how to ask the other to get a off without actually doing so.

"Whatcha pouting about?" Pinky inquired curiously, tilting her head to one side. But before she had the patience to wait for the answer, she began to bounce around so fast that it appeared as if she were in several places at once. "Oooh! Guess what guess what GUESS WHAAAT!" She practically sang, making the last word two syllables.

Getting to her hooves and brushing the dirt off her sides, Fluttershy just managed to shake out the blades of grass that had gotten stuck in her mane when the pink pony quite abruptly tackled her to the ground again. She sighed softly, though the excitement of one of her best friends couldn't help but put a small smile on her face, even if she had to deal with grass in her hair. "What is it Pinky?" She asked patiently, once again managing to get to her hooves as the other began to bounce in circles once more.

And from within her own voluminous mane, Pinkie Pie withdrew a letter and brandished it excitedly. "We got a letter from Twilight!" She squealed, giving the envelope a little wiggle to emphasize her statement.

"Twilight?" Fluttershy gasped. "What does it say?"

"Oh, you know, the usual stuff. She loves us, she misses us, terrible danger, immediate action, something about a top-secret mission." Pinkie rambled off nonchalantly, casually stuffing the letter back into her mane. "Apparently she wants us to come to the castle as soon as we get her message."

"What! Pinkie!" Fluttershy's eyes widened perceptively with surprise, gazing Open mouthed at her friend for a moment before flapping her wings and rising into the air. "We'd better hurry to the castle right away! You really should have told me first thing..." Fretting considerably, the yellow Pegasus turned towards the distant castle, hurrying as fast as she could and hoping with all her might that they weren't late.

"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie agreed enthusiastically, hopping after her retreating friend.
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