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Current If you like Full Metal Panic give Fafner in the Azure a shot as well!
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If you aren't angry, you aren't conscious.
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I think I have my writing confidence back. Feels like centuries since I could string together sentences.
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Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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if you're petty with me

be prepared to deal with

the most crazy bitch

you've ever met


Micki | 35 (b. 1988) | Detroit | INTJ
Biromantic Demisexual | Bipolar/Manic-Depressive



Hi. I'm a role-player/writer who has spent over twenty-one years in this hobby.

I will pretty much write anything as long as my partner is cool with my inconsistent posting pace and momentum. I'm pretty sociable and I make dumb jokes all the time. My favorite things to write is capeshit, anime, space operas, horror, and slice of life/mundane drama. My writing level leans toward minimalism, but I try to give my partners/groups more than enough to work off of. I like to think I am pretty flexible.

I like cinema, music, and animation just as much as I like writing with people. My biggest hobby after writing is pop media analysis. Ask me questions or for suggestions and I'm sure to have something for you. 😎😎😎

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sometimes i like to capitalize letters in the middle of a word just to spice things up



type of energy

Location: Gotham City, USA
Issue: Return of the Prodigal Son - #2


I’ve tracked Freeze to the abandoned Snow Cones Ice Cream Factory.

The words seemed to go by quick as Damian operated at the helm of the Batcomputer.

Did Mr. Freeze ever consider his lack of efficiency was due to the nature of revisiting the same abandoned building over-and-over? The best criminals in Gotham utilized a variety in approaches and certainly wouldn’t be using the same base of operations they did when they first appeared. Damian wasn’t particularly surprised. Annoyed. But not surprised. Drake probably had a theory about the pathos regarding using the same ice cream factory in the north end of Gotham. Reliable refrigeration and temperature control seemed to be the most cut-and-dry reason, not that a reason ever helped Batman & Robin from taking down an enemy. Tactics were more important than Pathos as far as he was concerned.

“Hn.” Damian mulled over the thought of participating.

Drake was somewhat competent and had been his rival ever since he arrived in Gotham. He had been the leader of the Titans before him. Damian liked him the least of all the Robin’s and Batgirl’s he had met and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. The thirteen-year-old scoffed as he looked at the map, analyzing all of the entry points. Mr. Freeze seemed like an adequate target to test his mettle after being away from Gotham for a few months. He would have to deal with Drake, but what better way to prove that he shouldn’t have been sent away then by working with and upstaging his rival—his threat to the mantle?

Damian tightened his hood as he moved forward, toward the R-Cycle.

It was time to ride.


Mask of the Phantasm. Probably.
I can't see it, so I assumed that was the point.
You know a topic of conversation has gone on for too long when everyone involved starts repeating the same things over and over again.

On an unrelated note, you're all bastards for not mentioning any of these obscure superhero theme songs:

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Location: Wayne Manor -- Gotham City, USA
Issue: Return of the Prodigal Son - #1


Damian mused silently as he dropped his rucksack in his room. It was exactly as he left it, though he didn’t expect any differences. The dust gathered on the windows overlooking the manor’s courtyard was particularly telling, but with Pennyworth long passed who was going to take care of it? Did his father dismiss the maids or were they relegated to other duties?

The thirteen-year-old swiped his hand against the window, looking at the amount of dust before looking downward.

“It would have been enjoyable to learn more from you.” Damian uttered, turning away from the window and closing the door behind him.

Pennyworth had been the first person Damian had met when he arrived in Gotham and despite the glibness in every comment directed at his person there was a sense of warmth. A sensibility of genuineness and loyalty. He hadn’t sensed it then, but it did not take long for Damian to see it. There was no one like that in the League. His own mother wasn’t even such a person who held traits. His mother was only loyal to herself and the mantle of The Demon. Perhaps it was in seeing that was why he resisted going back. Every attempt. His mother, grandfather, aunt… they all tried to pull and tug him like a puppet for their own needs and wants. They wanted an heir they could contort and control for their ideal vision of the world.

Damian narrowed his eyes as he moved down the corridor. Pennyworth was old and life took him when he needed to remain. As he predicted his father shirked important matters in his grief. Had he listened to him when the body was still warm they could have saved him.

“Father, if his presence is needed, you could simply use the pi—”

Of course his father rejected such a tool despite it being the only reason Todd had survived. Accused him of ignorance. No. Damian full well knew what kind of rot the Lazarus Pit wielded, but unlike his father he believed it could be controlled. The only obstacle in using it for benevolent uses was the assassins who guarded and manipulated the magic that surged through it. If they used it now, however, the body was a year dead, there were simply too many intangibles that would prove difficult to control. Who knows what would come back if Damian took a spade to Pennyworth’s grave. He could already hear the complaints from everyone of him even considering the idea. All of them were too afraid of studying magic beyond a glance. The occult was a tool like any other weapon in their arsenal and weapons are ineffective if one was afraid to master it.

Such ways of thinking was why they were afraid of him. Why Drake thought he was dangerous. Why his father was troubled by what he “could” become.

Unfounded fears. In the mere months after meeting his father he had contained his rawest instincts as an assassin to appease the nature of The Bat. He combated his conditioning to kill. He reduced several martial arts he knew to being worthless endeavors and suppressed aspects of himself that were unappealing. Damian had done so while his mother tried unrelentingly to use him as a pawn to manipulate or destroy the mission his father devoted himself to. A plan that had never worked yet he was marginalized and discarded at every waking moment. The only person who even gave him the slightest shadow of the doubt in this family was Grayson of all people. Heretic had almost killed Damian and instead of Damian now being able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder all he received was scorn.

What would it take to be trusted by everyone?

Damian sighed grumpily as he moved forward toward the clock—toward the Batcave.

His father sent him away to the Titans as a punishment. Months ago. Grayson excused the decision, too. Emotional Intelligence. Teamwork. All the usual buzzwords. Damian didn’t buy it. The facts told a very different story. Every Robin or Batgirl that served with the Titans had done so on their own initiative. Damian was the only one that needed to be “assigned”. How was he and his father supposed to work together efficiently if they hadn’t seen each other for months? What was that going to do to effective crime coverage in Gotham? What if his father needed him and he wasn’t there? How could he earn trust across the stupid country?

Such questions were why he was back in Gotham now. The Titans could handle themselves in his absence.


Almost immediately all of the thirteen-year-old's worries ended as the cold air of the cave touched his skin. A smile formed on Damian's lips.

He was home.


I also go out of my way to listen to this tune, though

RIP Shirley Walker. You absolute legend of the DCAU composers.
I'd argue that the main avengers theme is very memorable now, although that's the only one

Well there's also the title crawl... that one I could hum if someone asked randomly. Can't say that for the Avengers theme but that's just me.

That Wonder Woman theme is probably the most ear-catching thing I've heard that's come out of the DCEU and that includes this piece. I don't think I'll ever forget it. Easy top ten superhero score pieces for me of all time.
If we are talking individual songs, well, I'm a cape.

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