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@uselessdevice . Leah & Violet get to fight an evil clown 🤡

Violet wasn't sure what she was looking for. Libraries had always been a safe haven for her. A place of knowledge, of answers. But answers were hard to come by when one didn't know what to ask. She had grabbed several books on hallucinations -except she didn't know if what she'd seen were hallucinations. It had sure felt real. Very real. (She shuddered.)

The sound of footsteps dragged her out of her thoughts, and she jolted -on edge. "Oh- Leah. It's just you. Hi." Violet managed a wobbly smile. Her face was even paler than usual, and there was a wild look in her eyes. Her hair, which she had tied in a ponytail with her ribbon, looked more disheveled than usual.

Violet was used to horrible things. Her parents had died in a terrible fire, and an evil, wicked man had tried to marry her. Then, there had been Uncle Monty and Aunt Josephine. Horror followed her wherever she went. But Derry... It was a different kind of fear. What she'd seen... (No, no, no. Don't think about it.)

@uselessdevice said: 🚩 *steeples my fingers Sherlock Holmes style* pray, do tell

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OK, this is possibly my most controversial/hottest rpc take - I don't think it actually even is, but I think people are likely to read like, one line, and completely miss my point before reacting, so if anyone finds themselves angry or upset by this for the love of reading comprehension please at least read the entire post before you send me anon hate over it OK thank youuuu

Me saying this when it's an OC multimuse asking might be like "not it", a little bit, but I feel like this isn't something that's going to personally offend you, especially given my obvious abundant interest in your characters, but,

OK so: I think it's perfectly fine for someone to not be interested in OCs. I think disinterest, in general, is... a neutral thing. I say this as someone who writes OCs, has ran single muse blogs for OCs, knows the struggle of trying to interact with OCs versus popular canon characters, etc. etc. I'm personally interested in OCs; I'm personally interested in pretty much every character someone could possibly write as long as there's nothing that gives me anxiety about the character. Why would I defend a take that isn't even personally relevant to me? Well, it just... it irks me, when people behave like something as neutral as someone not being interested was like... a villain trait.

What people say a lot, is that all canon characters are someone's OCs. And like, yes, exactly... but... that means. That means being interested in OCs is the same as being interested in canon characters who are UNFAMILIAR TO YOU. And I see no one ever talk about how people "should" be interested in everyone's canon characters from fandoms they aren't familiar with. But it's literally the same thing, isn't it?

My personal interest when it comes to roleplay is vast. My default state is "I could be interested in writing with this character", so there needs to be some active reason if I'm not open to interacting with some characters (such as my OCD telling me I can't interact with so and so, or me not being able to type out specific words or names, or me having anxiety about something...). That's why it's easy for me to nod along and be like, of course I'm interested. Because I am. But I understand that that's not the case for everyone.

That's why I'm OK with someone following me for one canon male character only, and not wanting my female OCs. Disinterest is morally neutral. And - I think it's natural that people would be more interested in canon characters they already know from a show they love, than characters they don't have that preexisting bond with. I would never fault them for that.

I think it's OK if someone only wants to write with two specific canon characters from some specific movie and literally no other characters at all. I do not understand why people think this is problematic. I do understand being upset about it! I am, sometimes, upset about it when I want to write a specific OC with someone and they don't mark that OC as interested in, on my tracker. But I don't turn that into thinking that's wrong of them, and I don't understand why other people seem to.

This is indie rp. A group roleplay with both canon and OCs would be a different story; in a group, it's fucked up to refuse to interact with someone for such reasons. But this is not group rp. None of us have to write with someone we aren't interested in writing with, mun or muse. And if someone wanted to only interact with very limited, specific characters, I don't see the issue.

That said, I also think it's OK to have a rule about "if you aren't interested in my OCs, you don't get to interact with my canons". Again - this is indie, and you should have rules that cater to you and no one else. If you know it's going to upset you when people follow you for only your canon characters, then that's an excellent rule! I so very highly would encourage people to have this as a rule if they want to. Same with, if you know you only want to interact with canon character you're familiar with, you should be honest about that! And if we start villanising people for not being interested in OCs, or ridiculing them, then people aren't going to feel like they can say that. That's essential information that people should be free to say if it's true to them, without fear of being mocked for it or alienated for it. And like with everything else, if these things were openly stated in people's rules, people could simply avoid becoming mutuals with someone whose preferences contradict theirs.

Just because I personally think people miss out on a lot by refusing to write with OCs doesn't mean refusing to write with OCs is wrong. I mean, I also think not being open to wrong universe crossovers and not being interested in unknown canon characters makes people miss out on things, but obviously many, many people just... disagree. Which is perfectly fine.

We all do this is a fun hobby. I think we all should only ever write something we genuinely want to write. If someone isn't interested in a character, they can't force themselves to become interested. And at least personally I'd rather no one fake interest in any of my OCs just to... what, seem more palatable in their personal preferences to the rpc as a whole?

It had been quite the mission. Edgar was still quite surprised that he and the others had survived at all. The odds hadn't exactly been great but he had to admit it had been a fascinating journey of discovery and admittedly horrendous terror.

There was a limit on how many people they could talk about the events with and even then it was not really something that was encouraged but he still felt like they should talk about it! He looked across at Death Watch while they waited for their flight home.

@uselessdevice //   LEAH

ray   sighed,   "well,   i   think   our   next   step   would   be   an   overnight   study."   he   surveyed   the   living   room,   hands   planted   on   his   hips.   ms.   woods'   poltergeist   was   starting   to   take   a   turn,   and   he   realized   he   had   his   work   cut   out   for   him.   something   as   simple   as   a   class   i   shouldn't   be   causing   this   much   trouble.

he   chewed   his   lower   lip,   mentally   marking   the   best   spots   for   his cameras.   "you   mentioned   before   that   you   experienced   this   kind   of   thing   as   a   child?"   ray's attention   slowly   made   its   way   back   to   leah.   "was   it   the   same?   worse?   how   old   were   you?"

his   rapid-fire   questions   stopped   as   he   felt   something   tug   on   the   leg   of   his   coveralls.   dr.   stantz   looked   down   only   to   meet   a   set   of   puppy   eyes   big   enough   to   rival   his   own.   sophie.   he   lowered   himself   to   the   rug,   a   grin   on   his   face.   "you   wanna   help   me   out?"   carefully,   he   removed   his   p.k.e.   meter   and   held   it   out   for   her.   "here,   press   this   button."   ray   guided   her   little   hand,   helping   her   activate   the   device.   immediately,   the   wings   extended,   and   the   screen   lit   up.

"may   i   see   the   rest   of   the   house?"   he   asked,   glancing   up   at   leah.

Contary to popular belief, Dallas was not, in fact, an idiot. Sure, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed either, but he had experience and good instincts and, so far, that had been enough to let him muddle through. For him, spotting the threat was the easy part. Working out what to do next, on the other hand, was where he appreciated some outside input.

Brains weren't exactly something that were common where he came from. There were plently of folk who were smart in their own way, but they weren't what he needed. What Dallas needed was someone who could solve puzzles and connect dots, which was exactly why he'd called the smartest Texan he know - that being Rufus (or Longhorn, if they were going to be formal).

"Now, this ain't something that I saw, but an old friend swears blind that he saw three men in black go into that there barn last night." He motioned in the direction he was talking about, then handed the other man the bincolulars he'd been looking through a moment before. "Here's the thing, though: they never came back out. My friend went to check inside; no sight of them. These guys may be slicker than a boiled onion, but that surely ain't possible, right?"

If it was possible, Dallas certainly couldn't work out how. Rufus could, though. He was bright as a new penny!

@uselessdevice . Basil & Fish Lecter

Her body still felt like lead as the sedatives wore off. Fish had no idea where she was, or who had taken her, but as her eyes fluttered open, she spotted a man standing nearby. He was tall and lanky. Middle-aged. He smelled like cigarette smoke and fresh cologne.

She didn't move from where she was lying down, her face on the pillow, but she looked around, scanning the room. It was a big bedroom, elegantly furnished, and she was clearly lying on the bed. Her arms didn't move right. Oh. She was tied up. She spotted the Mason family crest above the fireplace. A mixture of rage and fear bubbled up in her chest.

She could probably break the handcuffs if she tried hard enough. But right now, she needed to keep a level head. To think through this. If her dad was here, he'd tell her to assess the situation, to look for a weakness first. Her dad wasn't there though, and she felt alone and scared. But she had one advantage. Whoever that man was, he didn't know just how dangerous she really was.

"Where am I?" she croaked, painting a scared expression on her face. It wasn't too hard to pretend. Besides, she had gotten good at it. It was how she had tricked her dad's secretary. She still remembered what her blood tasted like. Oh, it was so bland. Uninspired. She wondered what this man's blood was going to taste like. Probably rancid, if he was in the habit of kidnapping little girls.

Mentor Sentences

Clover was, of course, completely correct. As a journalist, she was well aware of the power of rumour. They could spark a chain reaction that could create a man, but they could also destroy him entirely - and either way, once they were unleashed, it was impossible to contain them again.

Instead of fighting to control a rumour, Mycroft found it far more effective to attempt to distract from them. It helped that the Capitol's public had a short attention span. They liked the sensational, which meant their heads could usually be turned in the opposite direction by a bigger, more scandalous story. It didn't matter whether there was any truth to it or not.

"I know, but I need this story gone, and I need it gone quickly." It was no longer a matter of mere irritation. The political ramifications of the discussion was on the verge of getting out of hand, and Mycroft needed to crush that before anybody began asking any difficult questions.

"I have an alternative story, should any plucky, young journalist wish to take it up. One that I believe could be even bigger. I don't suppose you would happen to know anybody who would be interested?"

the ground holds blood that's been splattered across rocks and other debris on the ground in the woods. gloved hands belonging to another member of the team, pick up a rock, scattering insects in all directions. aaron hotchner knows that they are racing the clock in order to save the latest woman to be kidnapped, from her body being found out here in the woods.

"anything you can tell us will help greatly in this investigation," says hotch to dr meredith glass. the bau welcomes her into the fold for this case, relying on her knowledge just as each of them relies upon their own.