#grandmasteroffear

Spending Halloween in Gotham with a slightly creepy guy - as if there needed to be any more creepiness with all of the on-going crime - for some reason sounded like the best idea to Dr. Quinzel. So after stopping for a run-of-the-mill Pumpkin Spice Latte she made her way to the address she'd been given. Having gotten around to buying a costume so late, she was stuck with either Circus Ring-Master or cheerleader, and if she wanted the latter one she'd just have dug through her High School memorabilia.

You know there are times; when I look for people to rp with and I'm either turned down or just ignored.

Times when I wonder of it’s me or the way my character is presented.

Times when I’ve write a few posts with people then the thread is dropped without explanation.

Times when I dare to post memes and starters, but receive no responses.

It’s during those times I am so blessed to have these friends.

grandmasteroffear

For writing with me, brainstorming and talking with me about RP or whatever! You opened up my mind to a whole new verse and even helped me create a new story/character!!

thesocialpariah

For being super fast to encourage me and reminding me that there are people who really enjoy what I write.. It means more than you could ever guess

lookingforawonderland

For having such amazing creativity and letting me experience the wonderful skills you poses and as much as I am LOVING our Arrow Verse story. I'm also incredibly excited to start a young justice one as well. A world I know even better than Arrow and can take on additional roles!

thebiochemiss

For having creative ideas and being as eager as I am to unfold mysteries and suspense! Your writing style is a joy to read and I feel like I'm right there with each post.

inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes

Sherlock is a difficult person to portray, but you do it so well. I see you stay perfectly in character despite insane; questions, scenarios and responses. It's very enjoying to just read your work. Thanks for writing with me!

supersonicbirdcall

I was about ready to give up on tumblr. Everyone either seemed to busy for me or just didn't like the look of my characters. Then you stepped in and a simple ask later we started an amazing story! Had it not been for meeting you I might have quit before meeting all of these wonderfully amazing people!

Too all my followers that I haven't been able to speak with directly. Thank you. I still will do something special to honor hitting 50 followers, but since I've been delayed in that... This is for all of you! Thank you from the deepest places of my heart! You are amazon and special people. I hope to get to know each of you better!

God Bless all of you and I hope your life both real and story are full of; beauty, adventure, love and wonder!

((I completely agree with you. Becky needs more appreciation. She got more characterization than she gets credit for. Not to mention the offer wasn't him actually wanting her, it was his way of breaking her, by turning her into what she feared.))

// Yes! This too! Crane didn't do it out of desire, or whatever you believe how he portrays love. Mistress of Fear was an identity made for Becky and only Becky. He did what he did best. He saw her insecurities, he knew her ideals, he began to get an idea on who she was, and he felt threatened by her because she refused to bend.

So, he resolved to destroy the Becky Albright he was afraid of, death wouldn't cut it, no. He wanted to take Becky and destroy everything that made her her. 

Another day of hard work at Arkham. Dr. Harleen Quinzel was on her way to another session when the alarms went off. It wasn't the first time this had happened while she was at work, but it hadn't happened enough for her to become jaded to it. These patients were mentally disturbed, and the vast majority of them were homicidal. When you factored in those smart enough to escape, the ratio of pleasent to unpleasent was not a fun one.

Do I stay here, do I go to my office or do I find the nearest guard?  Harleen didn't trust the cops in this city, there was no reason to be alone with one who didn't even swear to protect. Anyone who has it out for me would be going to my office; but if I stay here, they could run into me by accident.

Well, Harleen thought, maybe what they say about safety in numbers...

What do you want?