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08/18/2019 07:42 PM 

Owes List.

Who I OweAlexander-R-7-25-19Lucien-S-8-6-19Mason-R-8-7-19Elijah-R-8-12-19Who Owes MeKol-R-8-6-19Updated As Of 8/19/19


08/18/2019 06:45 PM 

Mix Tape

The Dusty Files1. In my Veins - Andrew Belle 2.  Collide - Howie Day 3. Losing your Memory - Ryan Star 4.  You Found Me - The Fray 5. It’s all Coming Back to Me - Meatloaf / Celine Dion 6. Walkaway Joe - Trisha Yearwood 7. When I Look at You - Miley Cyrus 8. Piece by Piece - Kelly Clarkson 9. Benny and the Jets - Elton John  10. Night Moves - Bob Seger 11. Tennesse Whiskey - Chris Stapleton 12. Fix You - Coldplay 13. The Only Exception - Paramore


08/18/2019 02:15 PM 

Goddess/mermaid character.

She is the goddess Senda. She rules over the sea and all creaturs who dewll within. Depicted as a beautiful mermaid in the ocean and on land an ugly hag. Betrayed by a male of the land she chooses to be an ugly hag to avoid their lies and decet. If a male sees her in her merform and offends her she does don her hag form on land to Devour their soul by looking upon her face and striking them dead. She distrusts all in the male human form as when she was much younger and still went by Senda she fell in love with a man of the human form but on the dark night of a new moon he betrayed her. An attempt to kill and sell her she devoured his soul striking him dead. From that day on she chose the ugly hag form if ever she had to visit land. She distrusts all male species of land and her favorite thing to do is sing under the full moon to any who hear her song. Something has been missing since she first felt love. Can you break down her walls and love her and earn her love? I wish you luck.

〚𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥〛

08/18/2019 09:56 PM 

A 'Typical' Night: Drabble

attention: | mentions: A 'Typical' She should have been studying. She should have been nose deep in those text books, reading until she went cross-eyed, scribbling notes until her finger tips bled… or something. Something productive. Instead, her brain was roughly thirty-three minutes away, and she was trying to balance a pen on her nose, while humming along to the music playing from her beat up laptop (No easy feat, when she kept swaying her head in time with the beat). As she gets it steady, an amused grin spreading across her face, her phone begins to vibrate in a call notification on its perch on the keyboard. Swearing, snatching up the phone and hitting the spacebar to silence the goddess that was Marina in a relatively slick series of movements, managing to keep the pen in place, she held the phone above her face to see who dared, already preparing a torrent of bat related puns should it be Broodyboots. Seeing Jordanna, again, she frowned, and answered. "Jor? Everything alright?" There was a brief pause, as if the line was dead, before spoke. "You're gonna make fun of me…" Sitting up, letting the pen fall into her hand, Steph frowned slightly. "I highly doubt that. What's wrong…?" A sharp exhale, and Jordanna spoke rapidly. "Well, I like Francisco, and earlier today he told me that he and Michael were gonna start going to the gym, and I just sorta said I would go too. But I don’t want to go alone, I don't know anything about the gym!" Steph narrowed her eyes, chewing at the pens end absently. "I dunno, Jordanna, I'm in the middle of study right now… what makes you think I know anything about the gym anyway?" The response was swift. "Girl, one, I've seen your arms. You definitely lift. Two, please? I’m asking nicely?" Snorting a laugh, Steph shook her head slightly. "Who are you, and what did you do to the real Jordanna? Yeah, ok, ok. I’ll be there. Lemme guess. It's like, soon." "Yeah! Don't wear anything weird, ok?" Rolling into the campus gym, the first thought Steph had was quaint, before realizing in very sudden horror that she had gotten too used to the swanky Bat adjacent training facilities, with their high tech equipment, shiny machines and non existent dude bro B.O. stank. Glancing around she noticed a few upper classmen she had seen around at the weight benches, before spotting Jordanna, Francisco, amd Michael just sort of… loitering around the elliptical machines. The boys in gym shorts and tees, Jordanna in yoga pants and a cropped tee. Going for cute, but not trying too hard. Feasible for the gym. Not bad, not bad. Steph was in well worn sweats, complete with matching zip up hoodie, gym bag over her shoulder. "Sorry, are you waiting for me?" She says as she approaches, Jordanna looks her over, shaking her head slightly. Michael speaks first. "Long time no see! Just trying to work out where to start, honestly…" Steph gives him a look of utter pity, before adjusting her ponytail. "I see why Jordanna called me now. You dummies would have hurt yourselves… you start with a warm up." "Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too." Leading them away from the ellipticals and sitting on the ground, she motioned for them to follow, putting her feet together, knees out to the side. "What makes you such an expert, huh?" Michael fires back, the last to sit. "I like to keep fit." She shrugs a shoulder, which seemed to be enough for him, before leading them through a warm up. After Steph had decided they were safely warmed up, to regular, non Bat levels, reminding herself she wasn't prepping them to under go her training from Bruce or Cass, she shooed Jordanna and Francisco off to use the ellipticals together, at a low resistance, she offered to spot for Michael. "Hey, I didn't mean to sound like a douche before… it's just-" "You were starting to feel emasculated in a gym?" "I-yeah…" "Not even the most douchey thing I've heard today. But cut the sh*t." By this point, Steph was taking off her hoodie so her sleeves wouldn't be potential hazards, leaving her in the sweats and a cropped sports top. After a few bench press reps, Michael speaks, Stephs focus still on the weights. "That's a lot of scars, Steph. I think I've only ever seen you with sleeves on…" "It's either sleeves or cover up makeup. I didn't think I'd end up taking the hoodie off…" She mutters, frowning slightly. He set the bar on the rack, and sat up to look at her, which she took as her queue to step back. "How did you… you know, get them? If you don't mind me asking." Glancing over at the other two, who were facing the other way, and who seemed to be having a great time, she grabbed her water bottle from her gym bag, took a sip, and sighed. "Well, y'know how my dad is part of the costume criminal freak squad…" She started, which seemed to be enough for Michael. Nodding, he raised his hand, lowering his head. "Ah! Say no more. I had an uncle that got killed in a Joker gas incident… He's not one of the big ones, is he." Raising his head, almost nervously. Laughing lightly, she shook her head. "Not even close. A second string underling, wanna be Riddler. The Cluemaster... f***in' lame name." She rolled her eyes, before laughing softly, as Michael looked uncomfortable. "Relax. He can't do anything. He's dead. And even if he had any 'buddies' around still, they wouldn't touch me. Not while I'm dating a cop, at least." He let out a soft yelping, pointing at her, jumping to his feet. "You have been dropping clues!" In a strangled, almost wounded voice, she yelps in response. "WHAT? I HAVE NOT?! Have I?" "Maybe not intentionally. But Jor's been keeping track… we have suspects. And you just gave it all away! You go, Stephanie Brown." She wasn't really listening. She was stuck on the fact she had been APPARENTLY LEAVING CLUES?! The apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all... "I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie credit.

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08/18/2019 07:43 PM 

OOC: Needing to clear the air

I need to clear the air...I would have liked it if society Had gone through the trouble Of protecting you from me.I've been wanting to say this for a long time, and some already know. I'm not often a talkative person because I do happen to have issues in regards to speaking to people and past experiences that have been less than pleasant for both parties and for that I apologize-  for taking so much time on my replies that it seems as if I am procrastinating- I apologize if it has taken me so long to realize that I tip toe as if I am walking on shattered glass barefoot with most of you out of fear of either saying the wrong thing or if my character comes off as a self insert/ uncomfortable writing partner due to the way she flirts. I apologize for putting everyone else first at the very beginning of making this character hoping they would enjoy her only to have that enjoyment cease due to drama that was not my own. I apologize for ever trying to feel at home in a verse that has never felt like one here, no matter how hard I fight to reach out and keep my own depression from taking me down into the depths of it's darkest reaches only to come out of it because of others who pull me up and help me fight against the current that will one day swallow me whole into it's cold embrace.However I am not sorry for staying here and finding light through all the struggles with others.I am not sorry for telling other OC writers if I like their character or if I dislike them and why, I'm not sorry for trying to tell people to keep going when they want to quit due to negativity from others.There are days I worry that I am not good enough, that my writing is terrible, that I'm not passionate enough to keep going with this verse, let alone my Original Character I have fought for constantly with  individuals of the verse because I put blood, sweat, tears, lack of sleep and even myself care over because I worried that I wasn't good enough, that Rose wasn't as amazing of an OC as I thought she was.Only to have people who interact with me and her tell me otherwise has made not only my day's brighter but has made me realize that writing as Rose and having this muse constantly pull me from my depression and darkness is why I constantly fight to not seem like a Total b i t c h when I am a b i t c h that also knows her limits and when to be one. In all honesty I never wanted to be hated or accepted by people after fighting for this character for so long. I have left this site far too many times to count due to drama, what people thought of me, past relationships issues and even the drama that had been caused by one individual that I almost left for good only for my muse to make me stand my ground and start a new. It's been harder and harder for me to keep going, thinking I'm not good enough for people who I feel take others for granted or think they are better than and so they pick on the little guys who are just as passionate of their writing and proud to proclaim they are role players. I have played the add game with people because I want to write in other verses and I want to expand my character and give her more of an interesting background, aside from her being a pure blooded devil hunting demons or ghost hunting or even alien hunting.I love this character because she has so much to learn and has so much time to expand herself as a being; I don't want it to seem as if I am self entitled and make people assume that I demand their time and attention which isn't the case, I put my attention and time into those who I want to interact with, I take time to send out greetings and to reply and to have as much fun as everyone else who seem to also want the same.I give people time to respond because I don't expect anything less from others than for them to take their time and reply or talk when they themselves have the desire to. Some of you I honestly am terrified of interacting the wrong way with or coming off a negative way and offending when I certainly do not mean to. I suppose my anxiety and self conscious nature has led me to do things I normally do not do such as worry when people make jokes and I make a joke that it's not offensive or that my plots aren't going to turn people away; sometimes I truly care about others feelings and not just me own and how people read into them which is why most of my rules are in place, I want people to talk to me if I ever do anything they do not like instead of beating around the bush and throwing shade with subtle hints via status. I want everyone to have an enjoyable experience with me as much as I want to have an enjoyable experience with them.perhaps I mindlessly indulge myself by writing this character because she has made me a better person and perhaps I get upset when people assume she's a villain because of the way I grew up and my upbringing where I was called a bad child and people always ALWAYS spoke about the mistakes I made and not the good work I did as a child, I hate when people don't look into a character's information before hitting me up via Message/Comment or getting to know the writer as well as the character they portray, sometimes I'll write her as a villain and other days  I'll write her as the seductive, self destructive Harpy with a high sex drive and other days she's the protector of humans while still oozing self hatred and nothing but unconditional love and admiration for her allies- putting her into a box is as pointless as putting fancy labels on a human being as if they were processed food. The best examples of characters I can think of for writing this character that actually inspired me to have at writing a character as complex and interesting as my OC are actually various characters from different forms of Media.Shrek/Fiona(SHREK), Trishplus Lucia(DMC), Katana(MK), Meg (HERCULES), Meg (SPN), Alucard (castlevania) The vampire Armand (Vampire chronicles), The Vampire Lestat (Vampire Chronicles), Megamind(Megamind), Kuja (Final Fantasy),  Hellboy (Hellboy), Jay and Silent Bob (Clerks,Dogma, Mall Rats, Jay and Silent Bob strike back), V (V for Vendetta), Valkyrie (Thor Ragnarok), Angel and Spike (Buffy the vampire slayer/Angel), Catwoman/Poison Ivy (DC), Dante Alighieri (Dante's Inferno) and our favorite Devil in red  Dante (devil may cry)  

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