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ms.hannarose YMCA Filipino Service 4th Anniversary #Convergence #FilCS 36min

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aetherdrachen Dice dragon baked and holding his die! He'll be for sale at the #cvg2016 art show in a month.
#art #myart #sculpture #dragon #sculpey #3dart #convergence
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surlyamy Working on some #science and #space designs for my next con. #convergence #minnesota #surlyramics #handmade 7h

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Drip...drip...drip… tiny, pellucid beadlets of water fall from a leaky faucet hitting their bullseye through a rusted drain pipe. The smudged mirror above the stained, porcelain sink reflects a rather peculiar image; a small framed woman wearing an odd costume made of latex and string, stroking a beaver with matted and burnt hair as he chews on his nails with his long front teeth. As she brushes his dirt colored fur, she hums a familiar song, one that could be heard on any carnival ride. Scattered all over the floor lays BubbleYum bubble gum and bullets for various firearms mixed together as if a child had dumped out their Halloween bucket after trick-or-treating. Out of the blue, a midi styled ringtone begins to play, but from where? Harley Quinn, the messy inhabitant of this disorganized apartment of filth, looks up from her current grooming task. “Hmmm?” She wonders aloud as she stands and puts her furry friend on the ground. “Bernie, have you seen mama’s cell phone?” She asks her pet who picks up a bullet covered in pink, sticky, already chewed gum, and begins to gnaw on it. She meanders into the kitchen painted with grime. “Oh! Here it is!” She motions to the flip phone half melted and stuck to the stove top. It’s unworking state brings a quizzical and confused look to the villain’s makeup smeared face. “Uhh…” She whispers as she slowly comes to realize what the ringing actually is. She grabs a gun from the countertop and scoops up a hand full of gummy bullets before wrapping her arms around Bernie the Beaver. “Sorry bud, we gots ta go!” She looks to the door where a package sits labeled “To B-Man,” on a small table. “Cruddoozles.”
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  •   never.compromise Rorschach's Journal: May 27, 2016... Gotham City, the living embodiment of all that crime and corruption can wroth; this city draws you in with a dark grip then plunged you into the depths of insanity with a slim chance of escape. I've told myself I'd never spend more than five minutes in this god forsaken place but a case I've been working unfortunately has lead me here, to this apartment building, where a lot of tips and broken arms say that the psychotic clown girl Harley Quinn is supposedly hiding out. I enter the premisses, move quietly up the stairs step by step, I arrive at the door and as I'm about to kick it down, *beep beep ring*, my damn phone triggers my bad luck. "No no, damn it!" I harshly whisper in frustration; the sound of retreating footsteps catches my sense of hearing then, *BOOM!* ... Knocked down the stairs, body sore, my coat slightly burnt, and nerves annoyed. "Hurm..." I grab my hat and wearily stumbled to my feet and attempts to rush out the door. Exiting the building and my hat placed back on my head, I look around and see civilians fleeing the scene and shattered remains of the building everywhere...and a trail of blood drops. "Gotcha." Follow the trail, Rorschach. 1d
  •   harley.quinzel As police arrive and exit their squad cars to usher citizens to safe zones away from the blazing fire the jester created herself, Harley sneaks past a cadet, shrouded by a wailing cat lady who’d lost one of her cats in the explosion. “Hey pigtails… Juss so ya know, some dude in a mask is following you.” Bernie coughs as Harley lugs him through the crowd. She takes a peek over her shoulder to see a man in a tan trench coat making his way through the heaps of wounded civilians. “Well I don’t wanna stick around to see what he wants. Looks like a creeper to me.” She huffs as her brow lowers sternly. She picks up the pace, weaving through swarms of people with a minor limp. As soon as she sees a cut through alleyway, she dodges sideways, and tiptoes through alley. “Heh, if the sun were down, maybe I’d get ta see ol’ Batsy!” She jokes nervously, secretly hoping Batman doesn’t make an unusual appearance. “‘Sides, I didn’t even do nuthin’ anyway!” She looks over her shoulder once more to see nothing, but as soon as she turns back… “Ahhhh!!!!!” She shrieks as she collides with something hard. She looks down to see a toppled over garbage can rolling side to side. She laughs off her anxiety as she walks around it, clenching her Beaver friend tighter. “Heh heh…” She giggles nervously as she continues down the darkening alley, away from the hustle and bustle of Gotham City. ((@never.compromise 1d
  •   never.compromise ((Hi sorry was at work)) I follow the trail of blood through a mass of scared and confused civilians, they mumble and gossip with frightened voices as they fail to even notice me; suddenly the sound of a scream and clanking metal down an alleyway, I investigate. Rushing towards the alley I see her, the clown, running down the alley; I quickly pull out my grapple gun and fires it above towards the rooftops in hopes to catch up and get ahead of her. *WHOOSH* I'm shot up through the air and up towards the roof and as I make landing atop the roof I give chase. She's quick on her feet, can barely keep up with her, but I need to be smarter. I leap off the roof and in mid-air use my grapple gun to swing myself over her and manage to get ahead; the swing and the height is well...something I'm not used to. "Oh crap!" I detach the cable of my grapple and fall to the ground in front of the clown, slightly annoyed. "Hurm..." Already sore from the explosion and the running, this interrogation won't be as smooth either. 1d

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