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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.
13 days ago
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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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Bio
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.
Glancing in the direction she pointed, Cinead knotted before heading over to the booth. Placing the cup and sandwich onto the table, he slid the strap of his messenger bag over his head and tossed it onto the bench before sliding in after it. He waited a moment for his new acquaintance to get settled before he unwrapped the foil paper from around his sandwich, eagerly taking a bite of the hot meat and bread. For cooked animal and grain, it wasn't half bad.
"So Anna," he started after clearing his mouth, "I take it you also go to Benton?" He asked, turning his Hazel gaze towards the woman as he took a sip of water.
"he really was a good man..." Cami agreed softly, her eyes unexpectedly pricking for a moment, accompanied by a strong wave of sadness. Blinking several times against the threatening tears, she attempted to hide her emotions by crouching down and retrieving her cardboard box. While there, She quickly brushed her cheek against her shoulder, wiping away the tear that had escaped. When she finally straightened up, her emotions were back under control.
After a moment, she offered the man a soft smile. "thank you for taking care of things around here." She said sincerely, finally stepping over to a small table just to the side of the front door and setting down her box. "things being kept up will make it that much easier. I must admit, I don't have much experience when it comes to running a farm..." She briefly rubbed the back of her neck, once again feeling a little foolish for dropping everything back in Chicago. But she quickly managed to push her doubts aside, her resolve strengthening. "are you planning on staying on as a farmhand? I could really use the help."
"I'll keep that in mind for any future jokes." He noted before Anna informed the cashier that she would only be adding on a ginger rail. Cinead caught a quick glance in his direction from the woman behind the counter, her eyebrows lifting with surprise before she covered up the expression and turned her smile back to Anna. Was that something disapproving in her look? Not that it mattered... Before he could think to much more on the matter, The cashier had plugged in the information about the drink, and was saying cheerfully, "that total is going to be 7.26 please. Would you like a receipt today?" She continued on to ask, fishing under the counter for a small paper cup that she placed in front of Cin. He took it with a muted word of thanks.
Debating with his options for a moment, Cinead headed over to the soda fountain on the other end of the counter, filling his cup with water before he found himself making a decision that he hadn't anticipated to make. As he turned around, excepting a wrapped sandwich that the woman behind the counter offered to him, he glanced towards Anna. "would you care to find a table together?" He asked, gesturing towards the couple of indoor booths, taking in the front of the shop as well where several outdoor tables were arranged.
Ah, I see. I have heard from several people now that they are preparing for finals. Good luck with that. Don't get too stressed out. I've never had to experience anything like that personally.
"Indeed." Cin agreed, rather amused, something he was not used to feeling around others. Then, Anna surprised a chuckle out of him with her reaction to the obvious difference between their hands. "That's a new one." He huffed, shaking his head slightly as he stepped up to the counter.
"Hey there!" The girl behind the counter chirped in A relatively friendly fashion. "what can I get you?"
"You're roast beef sub, plain and a cup for water, please." Cinead replied.
"Sure thing!" The cashier said, poking a few buttons on the register. "anything else?" She then asked, looking back up at Cin with a big smile.
In answer, Cinead glanced down to Anna, Mimicking her gesture from earlier with a lift of his eyebrows.
She hadn't really been expecting anyone to answer her shout. So the sound of something heavy hitting the floor near the old sofa and a surprised voice calling out it's own, "Hello?" was enough to draw a small yelp of shock from Cami, The box in her arms tumbling to the floor as she reached for her purse. Her fingers hesitated on the edge of the pocket that contained her cell phone, light brown eyes wide with surprise as she stared at the stranger on the other side of the couch. Then she fully registered the words he had been saying and her eyebrows almost instantly knit together with confusion. "A-Animals?" She managed to get out, unsure why this man was telling her that the animals were being cared for and that she couldn't take them. "No... I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm Camilla Scott. Walter Scott was my grandfather.. He..." Where did she even start? Swallowing hard, Cami forced herself into a more relaxed position, dropping her hand away from her purse. "someone named Harold Devonport sent me a letter that my grandfather had written me before he died... Are you Harold?"
She was quite a bit shorter than he was, Cinead observed, The difference becoming much more obvious now that he wasn't focused on the college paraphernalia that had been scattered on the floor, standing at his full height and looking down to meet the woman's gaze. Not that he wasn't quite a bit taller than most people, this stranger seemed particularly short though, Easily over a foot beneath his own height. But she seemed relatively comfortable with her stature, smoothly making a joke about not paying particular attention to everyone's backsides. It was enough that the faintest of smiles ghosted across his lips, The humor remaining strongest in his eyes.
"Well, I can't easily pass up the opportunity for a free sandwich now can I? Thank you." He said, briefly running his eyes across her face, her hair, trying to distinguish if he had seen her before. But he was still rather inept at picking out specific differences in each human face. Hiding the smallest of sighs, he made a concerted effort to not let any of his brief frustration show in his face, he didn't want to give this woman the idea that he was annoyed with her. "I don't believe we have ever met before. You may call me Cinead. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He offered One of his hands, hoping that the human gesture still held relevance in the current social standards among peers.
The smell of freshly baked bread was an inviting cloud that enveloped him as Cinead opened the door to the sandwich shop, the little bell by the door tinkling and announcing his arrival. His stomach growled it's approval at the scent as he stepped to the back of the short line in front of the counter, studying the menu easily over the heads of those in front of him. Behind him, the bell rang once again, signaling The entrance of another customer and he glanced briefly towards the woman as she made her way over to the refrigerators along one wall before putting her out of his mind and returning to his decision-making. But a brief moment later, all his attention was back on the woman as something collided with his lower back, pens, Notebooks, various papers, and text books scattering across the floor, hitting his legs on the way. Instinctively, Cin partially twisted around, steadying The woman behind him with a hand around her upper arm before he blinked, registering what he had just done. Quickly releasing his hold, he glanced down at her empty bag, down to the debris now scattered across the floor, and then up at her face.
"not a problem." He responded in a deep baritone that hinted at a Welsh accent. "accidents happen to everyone." Before she could protest, Cinead crouched down, scooping up pens and books, piling things together in a somewhat orderly fashion. "whatever you were focused on must've been exceptionally interesting. I am rather hard to miss." He teased lightly, offering the collected belongings as he straightened up.
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.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">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:<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.</div>
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