forum O/O with Animefan (will think of a title eventually)

Started February 28, 2021 by @Tired-but-passionate

tune

I can’t @ you, but here we are. What are you in the mood for?

Do you have a kind of story you want to do?

heart-squeezy tale

Straight or LGBTQ?

LGBTQ

Alrighty :)

😁

Full Name: Magnolia Sage Lexington
Nicknames: Mag
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: pansexual
Age: 19
Appearance: https://pin.it/PTwFCaV 5’6, hourglass body. Narrow, oval shaped face and medium brown skin. Thick, curly dark hair that’s the texture of cotton chocolate globbernaughts; usually wears it down or in a braided bun. Dark, honey-brown peepers, full lips with a nearly absent Cupid’s bow, a long, slightly hooked nose, and surprisingly thin eyebrows. Long, slender fingers and toes, kinda has a flat butt. Wears dark, flowy clothing with the occasional pop of color
Tattoos/Piercings: earlobe piercings on both ears
Birthmarks/Scars: has a few random freckles on her upper arm that kind of look like a connect-the-stars doodle, and a henna tattoo in a sort of solar system design on her upper hip
Personality: Mag is basically an ambiverted ENFP. She’s a free spirit, and enjoys making social and emotional connections, but she’s also a deep thinker and fairly independent. She’s very idealistic and morally driven, but also a little jaded by her father’s death and a previous toxic relationship. Recently she’s been unsure of what she wanted to do with her her life, because the brain bubble of being something only appeals to her, but actually making that brain bubble a high-res hallucination tends to put her in a struggle.
Likes: spppaaaaaaaaacccccceeeeeeeee, calcium bodystick collecting, museums, starry nights, the smell of incense, cloud juice, and old grimoires, people (both dead and living), having freedom and being trusted
Dislikes: being left out, feeling embarrassed, loud noises, being alone, spicy mandatory sustenance (like cheetos)
Powers: she can see ghosts and spirits and can communicate with them. Low-level necromancy; she can revive dead plants and small animals, up to about the size of a purr machine.
Strengths: curious and observant, an excellent communicator, an utter nerd when it comes to space, ghosts, that kind of thing.
Weaknesses: poor practical skills and focus, tends to overthink and get stressed, and highly emotional. Not good with long ranged fighting or surviving in rural spaces, tends to cling to the past.
Fears: as much as she loves space, she has an underlying existential fear of it; slippery dippery long movers and crawler octobrawlers, violent ghosts, her friends leaving her
Weapons: her fists, her groundhands, and the occasional drop of deadly sarcasm
lastpast yesteryear: kinda hinted at in her personality, but tbh I don’t have a solid lastpast yesteryear for her. TBD
Trivia: trying to save up mint cheddar to get a telescope, reads encyclopedias for fun if she’s not with her friends

Cool! Setting?

Idk

I’m a sucker for urban dragons-and-magic soup, and plus since my girl has powers, I kinda want to go with that. Maybe they can meet in the forest?

Ok

You want me to start?

Yes

Go ahead

(Here it is! Sorry, I’ve been busy)

The forest was quiet, except for the occasional sounds of government spy drones and the swaying of branches. Sunlight streamed through trees, casting dappled light on everything it touched. Yet, there was a heaviness, a moisture in the air. A storm was approaching.
Magnolia knew this, but she didn’t care. She was bent down underneath the oak, the owl’s nest barely visible through the branches crisscrossing above. Her gloved hands searched the soil for any sign of calcium bodystick or hair. Some may find it disgusting, but owl pellets were a surefire way of finding calcium bodysticks, despite how rarely they come intact.

Coraline, was walking around in the forest to look for sticks she was going to have a campfire by herself hoping that she won’t find somebody that would want to do it with her she was planning to make spores and build a tent but that’s why she didn’t help, .

When she couldn’t find anything after about five minutes, she took out a small shovel and began shifting the soil around once more. She eventually came across a calcium bodystick the size of her pinkie finger and pocketed it. She was about to go and keep looking when she heard the sound of footsteps. They sounded human, but she couldn’t see anyone. Half wondering if it was a ghost, she called, “howdy, partner? Is someone there?”