quill i need something to invest into. i don't want to fall into timeline crack interactions because that eats up my focus and ultimately feels very unproductive. i thought i'd start up a new muse in the new year and that fell through really quick because i just don't know how to craft storylines

quill me, barely able to hold it together for a single verse right now, eyeballing that growing RE-verse 👀

quill i'm such a flake i'm sorry everyone! D: i'm around and alive i promise i just have no idea what to DO HERE ;;

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Scribbling in a notebook.

"Steph."

quill did a panel redraw from one of the recent batgirl issues :)

quill when i first started rping i realized everyone on the forum i was on had nicknames based off the character they wrote there. i was just as much of a flake back then so i didn't have a character really attributed to me. so i picked my own name. i just thought it was a neat word.

Nothing changes. Except arrows are far easier to dodge than bullets.

(Affectionate) "Idiot."

"You're still staring at my top."

Arms crossed. "Lots of power. No discipline."

"Easily distracted, not focused enough to hear me."

"Batgirl."

"Functional. For training."

"That's that." Cynical.

"No you don't."

"Bat-top."

"Kryptonians are dangerous. So are humans. So is Lex Luthor. Not two sides."

Murder.

"Hesitation in your voice."

"You don't believe that."

Stares.

"Didn't say you weren't." When she is sober.

"Scoliosis?"

"Attitude."

"Also bad posture, arching it that much is bad form."

"The common cause is helping people. Not related. Convenient. Are you an alternate version?"

"No sides. Spiders are loud. You and them talk shit. Not mutually exclusive."

"You heard me."

"Thought spider powers were unifying enough."

"You do too."

... "Maybe."

"Spiders are all noisy."

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"Spider-Balls."

"Onions bloom?"

Yawn!

"No history of epilepsy," she stated plainly, and didn't bother elaborating on how she knew that. "Good liar. Bad at hiding it. Drink while it's warm."

"Fight hard and you won't regret it." Says a woman who spent most of her life regretting the blood on her hands. Says a woman who's died three times. "Need to learn?"

She released him, giving herself room to sign. "Death is unfair. Can't stop it. Can only ..." she struggled for the word for a moment. "... fight."

She disappeared for a moment, stepping out of the immediate area, only to return with a steaming cup. She laid it down in front of him. "Hands take longer to warm. Drink." It was hot chocolate. Not exactly the best cup, probably just instant mix and hot water, but serviceable. "Why are you here?"

Flashbacks to Nobody Dies Tonight.