forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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What can we do until Abigail Dara gets back?)

Kimberly walked into her room by the hospital rooms. She walked over to the large mirror and sighed. She rubbed her necklace. How much longer is it going to feel like this?

Phoebe got to her feet, stumbling slightly bit quickly regaining her balancr. “Anyone know where I can get a snack?”

Kim bit her lip. She was by herself anyway. She took off the necklace. There was a small flash, then Kimberly changed. Blue tattoos covered her body, her giant, blue hawk-like wings unfurled and drooped, touching the ground. She hair was completely blue now, and she was wearing the same clothes but with some added details and accessories. And, last of all, a sliver crown sat on her head. Why am I even here? I don't fit in or belong.

(WOW OMG I LOVE IT)

(Thanks! I've been working on it for a while.)

Phoebe got to her feet, stumbling slightly bit quickly regaining her balancr. “Anyone know where I can get a snack?”

unfortunately, I have no idea)

halloo?

Oh, could you guys critique a small excerpt from a fluff scene I wrote?)

(yes. Please rip it to shreds with criticism!)

Calypso felt herself smile as Damian pulled her along the beach, her bare feet making traces in the sand. The silvery light of the moon rolled off the tranquil waves as they crashed against the surf, and the stars twinkled above them. "Here." Damian pulled himself up on a rocky outcropping, dipping his feet into the cool sea below. Calypso sat down next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder. She heard his breath catch, and she reached out, slipping her hand into his. He turned so that he could see her better, his eyes melting with something sweet and unfamiliar. She tilted her head upwards to look at him, tucking a strand of caramel hair behind her ear and steadying herself by laying a hand against his chest. "Your heart's beating faster.", she whispered. Damian pulled her closer, gently cupping her cheek with his hand and swiping his thumb across her cheekbone. She let out a tiny gasp, and his hand turned hers over so that his index and middle fingers were resting on the inside of her wrist. He smiled softly. "So's yours.", he murmured back, leaning a bit closer so that she felt his warm breath in her face. Calypso's mismatched eyes widened slightly, and he pressed his lips to her cheek gently.

(To be continued later…)