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7 days ago
Current If you aren't angry, you aren't conscious.
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10 days ago
I think I have my writing confidence back. Feels like centuries since I could string together sentences.
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3 mos ago
🐶 Harvey (2009-2024)
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2 yrs ago
Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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4 yrs ago
Sometimes I lie awake dreaming of being as consistent in this hobby as I was ten years ago.
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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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I have this fear that breeds in me
And I don't know where it fits
I've got this funny way of acting like
I never give a shit







I'm not trying to win
I'm just trying to finish
I don't know when it ends
But I'm counting the minutes







See, someone said, "Don't drink her potions"
She'll kiss your neck with no emotions
When she's mean, you know you love it
'Cause she tastes so sweet, don't sugarcoat it







So if we're not keeping silent
If we just let it surface
Something surely comes to set us free

Edit: This post used to have two characters! They've been moved.
Marina Watercrest was born twenty-four years ago on a cold abhorrent winter night in a royal infirmary on the island of Galma in the Imperial Sea.

Marina’s parents were an unlikely pair, but circumstances had brought them together for a time and Marina’s birth had cemented things where they had been uncertain only months prior. But such happiness was temporary, as such Marina would learn some years later. That aside, Marina had the typical childhood of a girl born into wealth and prestige. Marina’s parents were not forgettable in terms of the grand scheme of things. Marina was a child who was subject to inherit legacies from both sides and she knew it pretty much from the moment she could comprehend thought. After all, her father was not only a member of the emperor’s inner circle but also a powerful fleet admiral who was in control of the entire northern naval forces. Her mother’s legacy wasn’t as immediately recognizable, but the stories of the most famous adventurers that the Southern Sea ever produced was something of an inspiration for Marina when she was very young. Who needed tall tales of heroes she had never met or seen when her mother was standing right in front of her?

Though such idolization changed when on the eighth anniversary of Marina’s birth her mother vanished from her life with little explanation beyond a Southern Sea ornament that was left on Marina’s bed. It would be a birthday that Marina would never forget.

For the rest of her childhood, Marina’s father took the reins of her guardianship completely and utterly. Marina began being forcefully taught how to be the ideal soldier from everything down from posture to physicality. Her education in aether became more rigid and constant, her instruction in etiquette and knowledge became meticulous. Admiral Adonius Terrec IV Watercrest had no room for error. Some children would’ve seen such expectations and attention overwhelming, but Marina rose to the challenge. She didn’t want to lose the only parent she had left. Such determination would continue until she was accepted into the Imperial Fleet Academy for Future Cadets (IFAFC) at the age of twelve.

Upon leaving imperial fleet academy, Marina has thought hard about what she wants to do with her life. Initially her immediate family championed for her to join the imperial naval right out of the academy, but for reasons only known to Marina, she opted to explore the world on her own terms instead which has resulted in a more fufilling career path despite Marina still finding herself unsatisified by all definitions of the word.

Her first escapades started as an independent diver and adventurer, sailing in the Imperial Sea away from the trappings of imperial mandates and expectations. She found something comforting about being the designer of her own destiny–about not being stuck on an imperial cruiser doing menial tasks and grunt work. And for one of the first times in her life people didn’t care who her parents were and what they did. Marina was Marina, not Marina Watercrest or Marina Everdeep. Being a member of a diver’s guild was freeing and without trappings of what legacy she was part of. For a time the only legacy that mattered was her own and there was nobody who could take that away from her. Or at least that was what she thought before her group was stricken with a great calamity that led Marina to leave the Imperial Sea.

It has been one year since Marina resigned from the Imperial Sea's divers guild and has since relocated to another sea. She hopes for a new start as she still continues to search for answers and perhaps other things.
Understandable. I'm still here for the ride though, but I feel like I was adding onto derailment in a sense as well, so I might try and find my way back into the main path just to make the story branch more cleanly.

Glad things are starting to stabilize a bit as well~

Assuming Erode is okay with continuing on, I think I'd be glad to hashing this out.
Think we're waiting on ya again, Ink.

Alright I owe you and everyone else an explanation. Hokum is still in a life hole, but at the time this was happening my computer broke down (completely, unusable) abd by the time it fixed I had a extre depressive episode which has had underlying effects on me for the entire Summer. I suffer from seasonal affective disorder and this is not meant to excuse my absence but explain it.

I love Enter. It’s one of my favorite RP concepts. But I just broke down. For the last month I’ve been slowly trying to get back into a writing space (been moderately successful in one RP) and I’ve finally mustered the courage to reach out and see how everyone is doing and explain my absence even though it looks like I ghosted and moved on which is very much not the case. With these series of episodes behind me I’d like to continue if it is in the interest of the group to do so, otherwise I’ll have to revisit this when parties involved want to. I can answer any questions needed.
Rise from your grave


Location: Gotham City, USA
Issue: Return of the Prodigal Son - #5


“Get there without being seen, and we're golden.”
Red Robin

Drake’s suggestion was a basic assertion. Everything they did unless specifically meant to draw attention was about not being seen. It was a nonsensical comment but for once Damian decided to allow Drake to state such idiocies without mockery. If they were going to be efficient in this plan of theirs they needed to both keep their emotions under control and it seemed so easy to disrupt Drake's concentration to Damian. His retaliation for bringing up Wilson made that rather apparent.

As the two broke line of sight with each other it was something Damian made a point to remember.

It didn’t take long to deal with the cameras.

The use of hacking devices was not new to Damian—the League used them when they deemed it necessary. Assassins had adapted since the dawn of time and Damian was a very good assassin even if he didn’t do the ‘killing’ part of the task anymore. While Drake’s reliance on technology annoyed the thirteen-year-old he also knew that in situations like this there were little other options. If Damian destroyed the cameras as opposed to manipulating them they would alert the guards and Freeze to their presence. While Damian was not afraid to do battle with the entire compound, it was not the most effective way to achieve his goals.

And he would achieve them.



Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



The flush of water was heavy. Disgusting, too. Rael wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to fight the current that washed away down the massive sewer system.

溺死

She held her breath as best as she could, tightening her grip on two hands. She wasn’t a god. How many people—why was this place built like this? Two different thoughts. Two different questions. There wasn’t a lot of time for it and Rael understood that. She didn’t want to drown in dirty, disgusting sewer water.

溺死

When her breath broke, the taste of it all nearly overwhelmed her. Her brows narrowed, and she pushed upward. Who even knew how to swim anymore? It wasn’t the 20th Century anymore. Water was a precious resource and swimming pools were a luxury. Not that Rael had an issue with luxuries. She was just thankful that she happened to know how to swim and her body in this world was stronger than the one back home. Hanako Moriyama would’ve drowned and not a single person would’ve cared. Weak and nothing. Her parents would only be disappointed that an arranged marriage fell through. The reminder whispered in her brain as she tightened her grip and moved upward as fast and as strong as she could. The enhancement magic coursing through her muscles certainly helped. It helped a great deal.

She looked to her side, left-and-right. At least she got two people. The others were either drowning downstream or washed ashore at some other part of the sewer system. Not much she could do about that.

溺死

The water broke and Rael could breathe again. Finally.

The red-haired Japanese girl was elated when she reached the stone surface. She looked up—Graves and Alja. Good. She’d kill them if they drowned in the muck. She wanted to be cool and appear awesome but all she could do was cough the disgusting, putrid liquid from her throat. The silver-haired girl did the same, but not before casting some kind of magic and the dingy water was purified in an instant. It may have removed any toxins in her system but Rael knew one thing. She’d never forget the taste.

“It'll be okay... it's just... water. Now.”

Rael heard the girl’s voice. The healer’s.

After coughing for what felt like forever, she waved her off. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”
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