#venusexstillhaven

“Why do you always have to ruin my fun?” 

"Oh, excuse me. Ye were havin fun, innit? Mea culpa. Hadn’t noticed. Guess the soddin’ suffering ye sow everywhere ye go was too distracting.

from   The Master

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The story, as with many things when it came to Remus, was a distraction. Not that he minded. It was fun, especially when the Siren seemed bothered about something.

“Many do, and many don’t. But you’re right! This one does start with a dame and it does end with the dame meeting an early demise!” Oh goodie, this was allowed! “Where I come from, there are plenty of monsters and creatures that want to grab you from behind and gouge your eyes out with glee! But long ago, there was a young princess who tried to ‘prove’ monsters weren’t all evil. She made the mistake of allowing the creature to rest on her shoulder and...” He trailed off, allowing the simple gesture of dragging his right index finger along his neck to speak volumes.

Mid Week Salt (Personal opinions, bear in mind! :D)

@venusexstillhaven

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The world is... Pretty garbage right now. There might be more time than ever, but motivation seems to be at an all time low. 

That’s okay.

Roleplay isn’t a job. No one is insisting you do X amount of replies a day. This is a HOBBY. It’s okay if you’re feeling burnt out or uninspired. You have every reason to take a step back and not write. You wanna share musings? Look up character aesthetics? Explore outfit ideas? Play dress-up games for new looks? Go for it! (and if it’s the last point, please share the links with me if you can dress male characters)

What isn’t okay is putting an immense pressure on yourself to write, or guilting yourself into it. Yes, you might have written more in January, but think about what’s happened since then. Nothing like this has ever happened before.

Let’s make it personal for a sec. Recent months have given me loads of free time, while my job is secure since I’m in a school. Bar one personal incident which had nothing to do with global events, life has been pretty fine for me. Yet we can all agree I’ve been absolutely dismal with writing. I can only imagine how much harder it’s been for people who have had to juggle job stresses or online coursework on top of all of this.

This could be a sort of stress that weighs gradually on the mind. Think of it like adding one block at a time to one side of the scales. You don’t realise it’s tipping out of balance until the basket touches the ground. It’s so gradual, you might not even feel you ‘deserve’ to be stressed. Not only that, the oodles of free time might be nagging at you to do something ‘productive’. Use the time for something else. Listen to music, watch movies, play video games.

It’s okay.

Mark was gone. 

God, Mark was gone and it was so fucking satisfying to finally be rid of that goddamn monster. The only downside was now that Mark was gone, Dark was just...lost. Not that he would ever admit that his entire existence had revolved around Mark but in all reality, it had. Without Mark, there would have been no Dark and his own existence had been boiled down to nothing other than revenge for the man who’d ruined entirely too many people’s lives. 

So what did such a powerful being with no real friends or trusted people do whenever they were alone and needed some sort of reason to keep going on? They, of course, went to the only person they’d ever felt their equal, the only person they’d ever shared secrets with that no other human or extraterrestrial being had ever had the pleasure of hearing and still managed to live. 

For Dark, that was the Siren. 

Even though he was going to her, however, he would never admit the reason he was going to her was that he needed some sort of reasoning to keep going on. 

Without Mark, Dark had no purpose.

And so, easily, he made his way to the home the Siren had made for herself on Earth and, as usual when he visited her, found no resistance upon entering her abode. Perhaps she would even be excited to see him. 

@venusexstillhaven​ asked: ⌛ - How long have you been rping?

SInce about 2013-ish. I made an OC blog that I quickly deleted, because my writing on it was terrible.

Then I made a blog for The RIddler from Batman, and stayed there for quite a bit, eventually changing it to a canon divergent portrayal that ended up being weirdly similar to that which briefly featured in Gotham.

Finally, I made my Five blog - @thefifthtm​ - in September 2019, and this smol recorder boi in November, so these two are still relatively new in the RPC, but they’re where I currently spend my time.

           “ Chase! ”   Jackie snarls,  advancing upon Siren.   “ You know exactly who I’m talkin’ about, you damn witch! ”   He’s lifting his hands,  as if he wants nothing more than to strangle her,  but Jackie is also fully aware of her power.   “ I want my friends back, and I want them back now. ” He’s cracking his knuckles,  as if preparing to send her fllying is going to do anything.