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13 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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Sweet sweet sweet! :D yeah, that all sounds fine! I'll send you a private message soon!

I'm still up for any other stories to everyone else who checks here. Haha
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Hello all! Or at least, all who ended up clicking on my thread.

Like the title suggests, I'm really craving a My Little Pony story. Itching for one. It's been driving me crazy. So I'll keep things short and sweet so that I can get onto the good stuff.

In short, I tend to role-play anywhere from a casual, high casual, all the way to an advanced level. So I'm asking that anybody who shows interest in role-playing with me be warned that anything less then a solid paragraph in reply is going to drive me crazy.

No sex, same gender romantic relationships swearing, violence, things like that.

Just a warning: I am currently working my way out of some major depression, lack of creativity, and strong antisocial tendencies. I am pretty much resolved on the first, but I'm still working out the latter two out of my system. So my replies may be a little sporadic... This line of role-playing is to help me work out of my creative slump basically and hopefully get me more in the habit of talking with people. ;)

Let's get onto the fun stuff!

Canon Characters I would love to try to play:


Fluttershy
Twilight Sparkle
Luna
Cadence
Shining Armor
Sweetie Belle
Big Mac
Moondancer
Rarity

original Characters:










My Plot Starters:






We don't necessarily have to have a plot at all. We can just do a sandbox free for all kind of an idea, keep it slice of life and throw things in to see how our characters respond and see what happens.



I am really hoping to get some response soon, have a story that goes beyond the first couple of posts... So if I haven't scared you off, feel free to send me a private message or post here. Thank you very much for reading!
There was something to having four legs that made being a giant dog somewhat more bearable, the amount of speed he could achieve being a large factor. Jacob relished the wind flattening the fur on his face as he ran, momentarily for getting the extent of his irritation for several minutes as he threaded his way through the forest. But The first hint of vampire smell in the air quickly had those feelings returning, his upper lip curling back as the sickly sweet scent made his nose ache. Slowing his progress to a trot as the intensity of the smell signaled his arrival at the border, Jacob's Black brown eyes began flickering around, large head swiveling as he scanned the surrounding forest.

No vampires here... He huffed with annoyance, keeping his distance from the border as he turned his steps to follow along the invisible line.

Hey Jake, what's going on? A new voice spoke into his mind, Embry's thoughts slightly confused at finding Jacob's trail leading away from where he had been patrolling earlier.

So much for having his thoughts to himself...

Nothing. Jacob reassured, unable to hold back a small sigh. Just thought I'd check the border on the Cullen side...

why?... Embry's barrage of questions died away as soon as he tasted the tenor of Jacob's thoughts, without Jacob having to explain anything. Oh... Still pretty bitter about it, huh? Want me to come run the border with you?

A prickle of annoyance sparked his thoughts, but Jacob quickly let it go. Of course he was still bitter. But it wasn't his friend's fault... sure, sure. I'll head up towards the road, you take the path towards the beach. He eventually consented wearily. With a snort, The big russet brown wolf picked up his pace again, not the breakneck gallop he had used to get here, but still a ground eating run that felt good enough. He could feel the excitement coming over from Embry's thoughts and made a concentrated effort to focus more on the positive emotion. It helped, a little.

Don't be such a downer! I bet I can make it to the shore before you get to the highway. Embry goaded cheerfully, automatically lengthening his strides.

That did it. Jacob couldn't help but release his own wolfish version of a laugh, a coughing bark that escaped him in a huff. In your dreams! You're on! And then he really kicked up the speed, flying like a bullet through the trees, Feeling the exact moment when his friend did the same, speeding away in opposite directions of one another, simply enjoying the freedom for a few more minutes.
Keeping her alive just so that she could repay him a broken bow felt like a weak excuse, but Aeylisia was willing to let it go. Humans had done stranger things before. Distracted Lee watching the young man as he collected a few of the stray arrows that had fallen to the ground, she found herself scowling as he glanced back over his shoulder and once again reminded her to bind her injury, both from embarrassment and annoyance.

Biting back the angry words she instinctively wanted to hurl at him, The Elvin woman roughly grabbed fistfuls of her skirts, yanking them up and exposing her injured leg. It was not a pretty sight. Four ragged slashes had been Cut into the skin of her calf, starting just to the side of her knee and spreading in a diagonal across the back of the rounded muscle. Spending the least amount of time examining the injury, Aeylisia expertly began to wound the hooded scarf tightly around her leg, releasing an involuntary hiss that she sucked through her teeth. Fidgeting with the material until it was tight enough to stop the immediate bleeding yet not so much as to cut off circulation, she had just started to contemplate tearing off the ruined section of her skirts to keep them from dragging against her makeshift bandage win a hand unexpectedly entered her line of vision. Fighting down the instinctive urge to flinch away, the elf quickly lifted her eyes to give the young man an apprehensive look before she sighed and reached out her hand, taking the offered hand in hers and using it to help her to get up onto her feet.

She very nearly gave away the truth of just how much pain she was in when her weight settled onto her leg, the pain very nearly taking her breath away. But Aeylisia managed to turn the involuntary moan that escaped her lips into a sound of contemplation Justin time, or so she hoped. "Uhh... Thank you... Sir," she murmured, not realizing that she had kept a tight grip on the stranger's hand. "... I'm sorry. I never did ask for your name." She could have kicked herself. She couldn't care less what this human's name was, was almost certain that he was here hunting her people, but manners were too deeply ingrained into her personality for her to forgo them now, even if it was more grasping straws then a genuine curiosity.

Or maybe, a small part of her reason, you're feeling grateful that he saved your life...

She wanted to snort. True, her anger had begun to cool in the battle against the manticore, but that didn't mean that she was going to disregard the wanted posters and the chopping down and burning of her beloved trees. It didn't mean that she was going to like this human... Feel grateful that she wasn't a cooling corpse getting eaten by a monster, yes, but that didn't mean that she had to like him.
A break in The clouds unexpectedly dappled the ground with spots of sunlight that filtered through the trees for the briefest of instances, gleaming on a coat of reddish brown fur as a huge wolf rocketed through the undergrowth, heavy paws thudding rhythmically against the earth. His pointed ears were alert, straining to catch the barest of sounds incongruous with the everyday noises of the forest, nostrils flared as each breaths scents were analyzed. He was probably overdoing it, just a bit, but Jacob found that the more he concentrated on sweeping the territory borders for traces of unwelcome visitors, the less he focused on his anger.

Embry, One of his best friends, probably would have taken that moment to laugh at him, pointing out that anger most definitely wasn't a strong enough word for what Jacob was feeling. But Embry, or any other members of the pack that would have agreed with him, wasn't running wolf at that moment. For as a wolf, no thought or feeling went unshared among mines of the members of the Quileute tribe who had been cursed, or blessed depending on who you asked, to change into monstrous horse sized werewolves.

Huffing with annoyance as his thoughts were once again focused on his irritation, Jacob Black dug his toenails into The ground, skidding into an abrupt stop that sent bits of the undergrowth flying away from him. Muzzle wrinkling with a low growl, the huge russet wolf laid his ears flat against his skull, glaring into the trees. Why, Of all the things his father had told him, did his superstitious fears have to be the absolute truth? Why did the Cullen Family turn out to actually be vampires? Why did his family have to live up to the legends and transform into werewolves? After a long moment in which he snarled at the empty air, Jake up slowly relaxed his muzzle, giving his tail a few twitches before releasing a heavy sigh. He couldn't help what his family was, the heritage that they had been given. He knew that the rightful owners of the blame lay with the blood suckers...

Still feeling irritated, Jacob propelled himself into a run once more, heading in the direction of the border that they shared with the vampires, hoping to discover even a single bloodsucker that was near the line. Maybe he could tempt them into Crossing, give him a vent for his frustration... Digging his nails into the loam, The red brown wolf shot through the trees with purpose, gaining speed the further he went.
'Ah, yes... How silly of me not to have noticed,, Aeylisia found herself thinking wryly as her amethyst colored eyes trailed over the feline form, finally noticing the hilt of a sword and part of a blade amid the tangled fur on the beast's neck, feeling somewhat foolish for not having noticed the weapon right away. To cover up her chagrin, she brushed the pads of her fingers on one hand gently over the tender spot throbbing in a spot just behind her left ear, Almost immediately wincing as her fingers came in contact with a lump that was forming. Luckily, when she pulled her hand away and inspected the tips of her fingers, there wasn't any evidence of blood. Her leg, on the other hand, was another matter. Now that she was looking, the crimson stain that had spread over her skirts gave her pause. Hesitating for a moment with her fingers outstretched, Aeylisia glanced over at the human as he released a frustrated sound, meeting his gaze as he stared at her. She didn't have any idea of what was going on inside his head, but she had a fairly good guess that it had something to do with her

"Fine," he huffed, Dropping his hand from his face and whirling around to stride over to the fallen beast, wrenching his sword from the creature's neck. As he turned back around and began walking in her direction, Aeylisia Felt her muscles tighten instinctively, prepared to roll out of the way from the blow she could feel coming. What she ended up doing was freezing in surprise when the man spoke of bandages back at his camp however and she could feel a confused expression blossom on to her face. Weren't humans hunting her kind?

Dumbfounded, her violet colored eyes watched as the human stepped beyond her, Replacing his sword within its sheath and crouching down to retrieve his broken bow from where she had evidently dropped it when the manticore had crashed into her. Turning back around to face her, a scowl turning down the corners of his mouth, The young man stepped in her direction and crouched once again, keeping distance between them. He had removed the scarf from around his neck, Studying her for a moment before holding it out and instructing her to tie the fabric around her wound.

By this point, her head was spinning. With the combination of exhaustion, pain, and now confusion, Aeylisia felt as if her world had been turned upside down. Studying the face of the stranger before her, she cautiously reached out and took the black scarf, glancing between it and his face before her voice finally came out in a whisper. "... Why? Why are you doing this?"
The wailing cry of an ambulance preceded the medical team that rushed through the doors by several minutes, turning on lights that felt as if they physically struck Cray's eyes, Causing him to automatically squint. He wasn't entirely sure when he had gone through the motion, but he found himself cradling the unconscious woman in his lap, arms around her protectively, and he blinked with surprise for a moment before immediately taking advantage of the brighter light to look over her once again for injuries. It wasn't difficult to locate the wound in her left arm, The overhead lights casting clear illumination on the bleeding hole, but it wasn't until the first of the paramedics rushed into the loft that he noticed the rip in her jeans that meant she had taken another hit in her leg. And someone must have cracked her on the head, judging by the sizable goose egg near her hairline, a gash there still trickling blood. He blessed every star he could name that she hadn't come to greater injury, though found himself beginning to wonder why she had been in such a place in the middle of the night...

His thoughts were interrupted as a young paramedic crouched next to him, a box of medical supplies making a soft thud as it was set on The floor nearby. He was a lanky beanpole of a man, with short cropped sand colored hair and sharp green eyes that took in everything with a glance. He wasted no time checking on the woman, a flashlight coming out of a pocket. "Officer Turner, i'm Colby Farr. Do you know how long this woman has been unconscious?" He asked quickly, reaching over and shining the light into the blonde's eyes one at a time.

"... Off and on since we took down the last man and the call was made." Cray responded after a moment of thought. "she was awake when I was talking to her earlier, but she quickly went back under after only a few seconds." He added, remembering a moment in which she had been looking up at him before her head had hit his chest.

Another paramedic, a woman this time, came over to join the group, simply nodding in greeting before she began helping Colby.

" We are afraid she might have a concussion Officer Turner, and if that is the case she cannot go to sleep. We need you to keep her awake while we stop the bleeding from her other injuries. Ask her questions, keep her talking, whatever it takes. Just do not let her close her eyes. Start with her name." Colby stated firmly and Cray met and held his gaze for Several seconds before an understanding seemed to pass between them.

Dropping his eyes down once again to the face of the woman leaning against his chest, Cray was pleasantly surprised to see her eyelids fluttering, though remembering that the paramedic had said that she might have a concussion, his relief was fleeting, Concern drawing in his eyebrows. When her eyes finally opened Foley and focused on his face, he found himself looking into a set of soft green eyes that reflected confusion and pain, Causing Cray to instinctively tighten his grip momentarily. Before he could begin questioning her, her mouth opened, releasing a raspy name. "Isabel." She coughed, The noise sounding dry and painful.

"Isabel. That's a pretty name." Cray responded with a gentle smile. "Isabel, my name is Officer Cray Turner. I'm with the Cincinnati police department." He chuckled a little. "you don't have to remember all that, just call me Cray, it's less of a mouthful. But listen Isabel, I need you to do something important for me. I need you to keep your eyes open and looking at me. Can you do that?"
Though she didn't really give him time to respond to anything that she had said, Carla had given him plenty to think about. Watching her thoughtfully as the young woman absorbed The beautiful scenery rushing past outside, Rover silently wondered once again where it was that she was coming from and why she would never be returning. It would, of course, be quite rude to pry into her personal affairs, something he prided himself in not doing, so instead kept his thoughts to himself and simply wondered.

After a moment in which he squinted into the sunlight, enjoying the increase in the number of trees in this area, the cat finally turned his yellow and red eyes back onto Carla just as she turned to look at him, commenting on the beauty of the landscape and asking him about his own Village. He blinked, tilting his head thoughtfully. "I haven't been home in a long time, I love traveling too much to stay put for too long." He admitted, his tail giving a twitch. "But yes, it is beautiful. Everyone there loves to plant flowers and sit on benches by the fountain." His eyes brightened with curiosity. "I'm sure where you are headed is beautiful as well. Do you know where it is that you are heading? Anywhere I might know?" He asked, interested in pursuing travel topics. Being a lover of traveling, Rover rather enjoyed talking to anyone about journeys. And by the sound of it, Carla was on quite an interesting trip.
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