#* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

not me logging on iris when i’m considering making a genshin blog

#i am LOOKING AWAY... #but also kaeya is sexy and i love him so #i am contractually obligated to do the thing #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[sleepingdragon-rp]

☆ BETTY BRAITHWAITE  —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 10 December, 1957 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Half-blood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Summer Bishil

ACADEMICS & CAREER

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Siren School of Fine Magical Arts, class of 1975 ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Ravenclaw, class of 1978 ★ OCCUPATION / Collector of Odd Jobs; Freelance Writer

POINTS OF INTEREST

{ CW: Murder CW, Child Abuse CW, Domestic Violence CW }

★ For a long time, Betty didn’t remember much about her mother, except for the night she disappeared, along with the living room rug, and the pin that had held her father’s sanity in tact. After that strange and foggy night, they didn’t talk about Mrs. Braithwaite---not Betty, not her father, and not her little brother, Arturo. At least, not until Betty turned nine, and began to show signs of magic. It was small things at first, like keeping dishes from completing their fall to the hard floor, or getting far too old (and too small) clothes to zip and fit properly on her and Arturo---but it was not long before Mr. Braithwaite noticed these small things, and not much longer after that, that Betty’s gift began to flourish. To this day, Betty does not remember the visit Professor Dumbledore paid to their house on her twelfth birthday. She only remembers waking up in the middle of that night with her father’s hands around her throat, and the awed looks of the Muggle police as she tried to explain how she blasted him across the room and through the window with sheer will.

★ After her father’s arrest, Betty was quickly ushered into the Wizarding world, under the wings of various foster families who were happy to help her until she completed her education. The same was true for Beltty’s brother, Arturo---except that it was the Muggle world who took him in, far away from Betty. As she neared the end of her degree at Hogwarts, Betty’s patience waned thin. Years of waiting for her little brother to walk through the doors of the Great Hall proved fruitless, leaving Betty to wonder whether Arturo was a Muggle like their father, or whether he was simply somewhere else in the world. Perhaps both. And so, when Betty graduated, she took a job out of the country. And then another one, and then another after that. But even after all the places she has been, and all the things she has seen and done, Betty has still not found her long lost brother. Yet, anyway.

★ Taking odd jobs around the world was only so profitable, especially given how expensive Betty found it was to simply exist. And so, only a few months out of school, Betty turned her hobby of writing into a grand scheme, freelancing for papers and magazines around the world to earn some extra cash. More serious endeavors in journalism can be found with Betty’s name on the byline, but her steamy articles and short stories can be found in magazines like Witch Weekly under her most commonly used alias, Artura Lovelace. But that’s a secret Betty has shared with only one person---a musician named Stubby Boardman, whose name has populated the papers more this past year than all of Betty’s aliases combined. But what’s more than where Betty’s name is, is where Betty’s name isn’t---in this case, the credits of several of Stubby Boardman’s famous songs. Betty knows which of her ex-flame’s songs originated in her diary, and so does Stubby. And one day, when the timing is right, the rest of the world will know which songs are Betty’s, too.

TRAITS

✓ outgoing; tenacious; independent ✗ singularly minded; selfish; captious

☆ OOC — WRITTEN BY BETH, SHE/HER

#betty braithwaite* #Betty Braithwaite #retired*

[mollyprewctts-blog]

tag drop ☾˚✧₊

#☾˚✧₊ about | ❝everyone remembers the girl with the red hair.❞ #☾˚✧₊ inspo | ❝the world is big & i am not but i'm still strong.❞ #☾˚✧₊ aes | ❝beat up chucks paired with pearls.❞ #☾˚✧₊ music | ❝destiny is calling me.❞ #☾˚✧₊ attire | ❝we're gonna be alright.❞ #☾˚✧₊ social media | ❝all you need is fast internet.❞ #☾˚✧₊ words | ❝you'll find her name on the byline.❞ #☾˚✧₊ answered | ❝look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.❞ #☾˚✧₊ ooc | ❝a vision with nowhere to go.❞ #☾˚✧₊ history | ❝this is where we came from.❞ #☾˚✧₊ mirror | ❝she's a red-haired vision.❞ #☾˚✧₊ interactions | ❝her attitude is kinda savage but her heart is pure gold.❞

[scshagould]

Hi! I’m Dane (they/them pronouns, please) and this is Sasha!! Below the cut is a bunch of information about her. Definitely feel free to hit me up in my IMs and we can chat and plot!!

( adelaide kane. ) – is that ( sasha gould )? according to witch weekly, the ( 26 ) year old ( muggleborn ) is a ( reporter for witch weekly ). they are notorious for being ( nosy ) and ( dishonest ). but according to the other ( ravenclaw ) alumni, they’re ( charming ) and ( resourceful ). it’s no wonder the ( witch ) is referred to as the ( snoop ). || ( ooc: dane, they/them, 20, cst )

Sasha was born to Juliana and Brendan Gould, their third and youngest child. Eva and Cecile, the twins, were five years older than her. They were always in their world, and Sasha always tagged along, nothing short of an afterthought. It was the twins’ world and she just lived in it.

When she was young, Sasha was unremarkable. It was her sisters who were being watched. They had dance recitals and musicals and band concerts. They had sleepovers and parties. Sasha idolized them.

The one thing she can remember from being younger is that when her sisters had friends over, she would take notes. She would write down quotes and descriptions, and everyone always said, “what a cute little reporter she was”. That stuck with her ever since.

She was writing an application for a school with a creative writing program when her Hogwarts letter came. At first, she was going to turn it down. She told her parents no and that went on for days.

It was when she first went to Diagon Alley that she changed her mind (her mother told her to give it a try). She saw the stores and the weird creatures. There was so much to write about. It wasn’t as dull as the normal world and she could just imagine --

The Statute of Secrecy burst her bubble. But she was probably the only eleven-year-old on the Hogwarts Express that year that knew what they were going to do with their life. School didn’t go fast enough and, as much as she loved magic, she was more in love with the stories she could find.

In school, she was nosy. She was a gossip. Frankly, she still is. She had a complex about knowing everything she could. She would eavesdrop and trade secrets she knew for secrets she didn’t.

When she finished school, she started freelancing. She would send in pieces to magazines and papers. Some got published, some didn’t. But she got better. She took critiques and feedback and worked hard. Finally, she got a job at Witch Weekly. It’s not her dream job but it’s a job and it’s consistent. It’s going well.

HEADCANONS

Sasha’s dream job is to work for the Daily Prophet. She wants her name to be on the byline of the cover story that is delivered to every house in the wizarding world every day. She’s determined to get there. Whatever it takes. She’ll do it.

Sasha lives in a flat in Diagon Alley. It’s small. There’s barely enough room for her and her cat, Linus. But it’s hers and that’s what matters. There’s a radio and a couch and a basket full of cat toys. She has a scrapbook filled with cut-outs of her articles.

She doesn’t talk to her siblings much anymore. They’re living seperate lives, though that’s really nothing new. But they go to dinner at their parent’s house on the third Saturday of every month. THey cheer on each other’s successes. They send each other Christmas cards. She’s trying to decide whether or not this bothers her.

#wwhqintro

[pastdefined-a]

I’ve taken some time to digest The Situation and ultimately, I refuse to let this be a moment that bothers me, upsets me or turns me away from doing something I enjoy. I’m nearly 30 years old, for once in my life I am happy with where I am, I have accepted my struggles and my own personal issues; I am not about to let a child with a victim complex try and destroy me.

Was my initial message to Cade after the other night “grow the fuck up”? Yes, I will admit that. It was a knee-jerk anger moment. I have a temper. You can ask the men from last night’s mosh pit that you don’t push me. But then I took the time to message her...

"Yeah, you know what, I have one problematic ship. I don’t condone it. And I write it, wrote it actually. With one partner for multiple years. I don’t promo my Bella blog, I write in a very closed circle. You went out of your way to dredge that up, after months. Not that it’s any of your business: but I haven’t been writing that ship, that blog, or any blogs, because I’ve been dealing with my own depression. Wait, I’m an ableist, right, so how could I possibly have depression? I haven’t been on Tumblr in months. I lost my grandfather, I tried to kill myself immediately after. Are you happy to hear that? Are you happy to know that while I was trying everything I could to help you with your discomfort with the group, literally trying my hardest to mend the situation in a way that wouldn’t require you leaving, and while I was on vacation, my grandfather was in the hospital dying? We’re not bad people, Cade. We just don’t have the same opinions as you. And I tried. I’m sorry you blame us for everything. But I haven’t bad mouthed you once. I haven’t mentioned you since you left. I would never stoop so low as to drag your name through the mud. You can have your problems with us, you can reflect how you want. I know this isn’t the first time you’ve said nasty things about us, about me. You’ve vagued about us. You blame us. That’s fine. I’m sorry things didn’t work out."

Their response? To block me, on any blog I tried to reach out to them on, post that I should “take a hint” and then say that we were all giving them anxiety. I never wanted Cade to leave the group, but things were getting out of hand. I have been role playing for longer than most of you have been alive. I have been around the block multiple times, I have been a moderator, admin, storyteller and dungeon master many times over. The sad fact is, if a player is continuously a problem and you have exhausted your avenues of corrective action, you need to let a player go. I wanted Cade to be successful. I urged them to reach out to people, but they continuously felt ignored because messages may not have been answered in a timely manner, or answered at all. 

At the time, three of us were all working full time jobs with varying hours. At least one of those people are the people Cade reached out to. I can’t tell you how many times it’s taken me a week to realize I have notifications. Cade felt that we were all talking about them behind their back, and that wasn’t true. There were no secret groups. There was one sub server created as place where a few of us could one on one do IC texts, but that was it. I had provided multiple channels in the main server to engage in active RP. It wasn’t helping. 

Cade approached me at one point asking to bring on another muse. My concern with how they were struggling to connect with muns and drive their own personal storylines and growth that the addition of another muse wouldn’t be helpful and they would only get more upset and stressed out. I told them no, for that very reason.

One repetitive issue was topics would be brought up in “the dumpster”, our ooc channel, that would grow heated. Cade became argumentative and when people attempted to have a conversation, or voice their own opinion, Cade would immediately back down, or waffled. It frustrated a lot of players. The boiling point was when I was on vacation and unable to moderate the chat actively. IIRC it was regarding the portrayal of South within RVB and things got out of hand. Cade left the server and I was furious. Frankly, I was furious at everyone. It was my first time off of work in 7 months, my grandfather was hospitalized, I had a lot on my mind. I spoke with Cade and told them they needed to decide what they wanted to do. A few days later they approached me to tell me that they wanted to remain in the verse but not on the server. The only problem was that at this time 90% of our activity was taking place on Discord. We were all becoming less and less inclined to be on Tumblr. I expressed to Cade my concern, once again, that they would be unhappy and unable to actively participate in the verse if they weren’t on the server and that I would advise them to come back on but ignore the OOC chatter.

There was a conversation regarding RT hiring animators. A byline on the application was applicants have a sense of humor, and one member made the comment “lmao i feel like that's the equivalent of putting: "tumblr need not apply"” Cade’s response was “but a lot of their fans are on tumblr?” and that’s when “the joke, cat, the joke” happened. Up until this point, we all knew Cade as Cat. None of us had been approached or made aware of Cat being Cade’s deadname. If we had, it never would have happened. Yes, Katie came to me and told me what happened. She told me what happened because she chose not to respond to Cade’s message and it wouldn’t be the first time Cade would mention to me that people were ignoring her messages. The number one rule of my verse had always been “don’t be a dick”. And if I believe someone was being mean, out of line, needed reminded, I handled it. I spoke with more than one person about such behavior while we were active. What irked me wasn’t Cade’s request, but how they chose to go about it. It was what upset Katie as well. There had been a continual issue of Cade not being able to conduct conversations with simple manners, a please a thank you or even a genuine apology. And this was just the end of it. 

When Cade left, we didn’t talk about them. But I know we were vagued about or brought up multiple times. None of us messaged her. We just went our separate ways. 

On June 14 my grandfather died. Yes, I attempted suicide when I got home from his funeral. I realized that I just needed to be the person he wanted me to be, and I got my shit together. I got a new job, one that makes me extremely happy and I notified my followers on all my blogs that my activity was going to waver. I have barely been on Tumblr. So I missed the big July 1 call out post about me and all of us from two of Cade’s blogs. They were only brought to my attention the other night when Nova flipped out on our server. None of us had seen the anon messages. And honestly, there were varying degrees of caring.

I’m not transphobic or ableist. Full stop. Now as for the incest: I write Bellatrix Black. Please, take a moment to look at the Black family tree. I previously had one partner that I wrote Bella and Sirius in a romantic relationship with. It stemmed from a shared head canon that up until Sirius left, Bella and Sirius would have been arranged to be married and also that the amount of hate they had for one another came from somewhere deeper than just being related. That’s it. I’m not going to fall on my sword for that. It was in my rules so people would be aware of it. 

The truth is, looking back, I should have known from the beginning that Cade wasn’t going to be happy in my group. Cade and their sister had intended to join as North and South together. Flash came to me asking to join as North and it was becoming apparent that Cade’s sister wasn’t going to be making North. I felt bad, but I wasn’t going to turn down another writer because of it. But it was always an underlying problem.

I’ve made my peace with this issue, I’ve moved on. I’ve hoped Cade would find their peace as well, especially since they’ve claimed to have left the fandom. I tried apologizing, because I never wanted anything like this to happen. But I don’t accept the blame that people want to place on me. I don’t blame my own actions or decisions on anyone but myself, and I don’t think anyone else should.

Now, if anyone would like to discuss this, I’m here to talk but you can not message me anonymously. I won’t let you hid behind a wall if you want to say hateful things to me. You get to own your actions or say nothing at all.

#❛ ✧ : I KNOW WHAT THE MISSION IS ❜ ( OOC )

[istruth]

so i still need to unfollow / refollow / follow more blogs, but here’s a small starter call anyway since i should get this show on the road...eventually...lmfao !

#god i'm the Worst with starters #but since i likely won't have to do a lot of em #hopefully that helps msfkdjfk #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

rough count of the many times iris has watched barry die / thought he was going to die / said goodbye to him with the belief she wouldn’t see him again in the six seasons of the show: seven 😐😐😐

#i really should write abt iris's thoughts on death after like #having seen/had so many people close to her die #and also almost died herself #she isn't terrified of dying herself anymore after zoom #but she still very much dreads barry dying (again....) #THE WAY I JUST REALIZED SHE SAW HER SON AND DAUGHTER DIE TOO #AND HELD THEM IN HER ARMS AS THEY DID #god !!!!! she's so sick of this shit !!!!! #* ooc › the name on the byline. #death mention for ts

[istruth]

i do have a starter call in the works, but since i’ve got new mutuals, here’s a plotting call !!  hit the heart and i’ll jump into your ims sometime soon to plot things out between our muses.

#heads up that i'll be awkward as hell at first sjfkdjk #but i really do want to plot some dynamics and maybe even aus for iris! #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

fellas this is an absolute travesty. iris needs more ships, especially girlfriends, because i said so. :pensive:

#i say while not doing anything to change this #* ooc › the name on the byline. #anyway hi hello i'm Properly online :^)

[istruth]

#me @ all the iris thirst this afternoon #you're all valid lbr! #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

me: has only been back on iris for like 2 days also me: ...but what if i made an oc based on the show leverage

#concept: me n a group of people make leverage ocs #i mean come on #how sexy would it be to trick privileged ppl who commit white collar crime into throwing their own asses into jail? very #and can you imagine the found family of it all? uGH #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

iris hiring and working with women of colour...staffing interns who're ex-cons and helping them get a second chance...the citizen is off to an amazing start y'all

#season 6 is real sexy so far i love it #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

#um....hehe! #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

hi fellas after a sudden long ass hiatus, we are back in business ... i’m still going through and following some people back, but go ahead and hit that heart for a starter !!

#uni kicked my ass but i am proud to say that i GRADUATED... #or will be in like. november skfjdkf #ugh i missed iris and y'all so much ! #so excited to be back :''') #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

new psd? new psd.

#this is what i've been up to this morning #instead of...literally anything else #* ooc › the name on the byline.

[istruth]

alright i’m gonna be rewatching some eps of the flash, getting around to crisis, and then working on things here today :eyes:

#* ooc › the name on the byline.