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Well hello,
ArtemisYJ's RPer here. And I have some things I wanna say. The Young Justice role playing is kind-a....BONKAS.
My character Artemis got pregnant. Weiter thing I know 3 other people are pregnant. NOT cool. Du can come up with your own drama. Don't copy other people. Use your own imagination.
Another thing that's not cool is spamming the wall. Du don't need to post on that Wand every other hour. I do notice a particular person that posts far to frequently and it gets annoying when the posts are pretty much the same thing over and over and over and over again.
Another thing. Your character, is not invincible. Some people have their characters doing impossible things. I know it's a cartoon but, unless your a gross zombie thing something must hurt your character. Young Justice may have fictional things happen but not everything is fictional. And your character can't do everything! Despite your mind, the character must have limits. Sure, they can be magical, but magic can't do everything.
Another thing that bothers me. And I'm not gonna say any names. But Young Justice is a DC SHOW!!!!!! NOT Marvel!! Young Justice has never had, and never will have anything to do with the Marvel Universe. So I being a DC Fan don't wanna see Marvel getting up in our grill. I'm sorry. But take your Marvel OCs and drama and whatever to a Marvel Role play spot.
Don't overcrowd. There are a lot of OCs and it's kind of ridiculous that there are only Four-ish 5 canon characters (Artemis, Robin, KidFlash and Zatanna plus some villains). Weiter time Du wanna make an OC, try a canon character instead so it's a bit-more Young Justice-y. We still need a Kaldur, and Red Arrow/Speedy. We have a Miss Martian and Batman but they don't make many appearances.So who ever has those account, don't be afraid to use them. Most of the time it's just Arty and the giant OC family. I have 4 OCs waiting to be introduced. But I think it'd be to many things to control and think about.
Another thing (And KatRox1 mentioned this) Don't start posting as your OC before Du post an Artikel about them. We need to know who they are. Du can't just turn up out of the blue.
God-Moding. This a HUGEEEEEE Role Play thing. In a lot of ORGANIZED Role play groups, god-moding can get Du kicked out of the group forever. I've sagte this before but here's an example of God-moding.
BobbyJoeYJ- Alright dinosaur. YOU'RE GOING DOWN! *takes fighting stance*
DinosaurYJ- RAWWR *pushes you, knocking Du down, making Du bleed*
That my Friends is God-Moding. oder reacting for another for your action. NOT COOL. Du are not in control. I've seen a lot of people do it. If the person wants to get hurt they will but, Du can't do that.
So yeah
~Don't copy others
~Don't Spam
~You're character is not invincible
~Young Justice is a DC Zeigen
~Stop overcrowding and try to be Mehr cannon
~Post about your character before Du post as your character
~Stop God-Moding

Follow these unofficial rules and the role playing can be way Mehr enjoyable
If it gets any worse, I'm gonna stop role playing here and make my own group where these rules will be official and Du must follow them. Because on this spot I'm not the Queen so do what Du want, Du don't have to listen to me, but if I make my own I shall be Queen.

Happy Role-Playing,
Liebe Always,
ArtemisYJ
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posted by SilverWings13
I realize how crummy my first bio of my OC was, so I've decided to rewrite it.

Occupation: Heroin in training- Team Young Justice
Alter-Ego: Aryess Weston aka Ary
Personality: mature for her age, but often acts like a kid to keep up the good mood; trustworthy though doesn't trust many others; very friendly unless she feels threatened; stubborn.
Age: 14
Description: 5'5"; fair hair; light gray eyes; always wears her angel-charm nacklace; two Tattoos (one on left shoulder, one on lower back, both hidden from view).
Skills: no super powers, messer handling, martial arts, straße fighting, mild acrobatics,...
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added by MinaBloodlust
posted by SilverWings13
Nightmares

The drizzle of rain was cool on her skin. She raised her arms to wonder at the minuscule droplets the same size and shape as the freckles decorating her bare arms and shoulders. Weeks had passed since the events in Venice. This was the first time she had been able to talk her way off the ship since then. The rain drops seemed to wash away the claustrophobia of being trapped on the ship with her traitorous brother and worsening nightmares of her sister. She tipped her head back and the peaceful feeling dissipated.
Anastasia was so used to the desert sun that the darkness of the rain...
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posted by SilverWings13
“Did Du get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Angel – Jäger der Finsternis wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror Frozen as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...
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Ultra-Guardian, aka Queen Beetles/Alanna's first daughter, aka Serenity. Current status: Missing.

Queen Beetle walked up and down in front of Kaya, whose one cheek was sore from the slaps. Kaya's eyes followed the Queen she was trying her best not to laugh the embarrassed woman.
"Why did Du agree to let my people take the Hexagons?" Queen Beetle asked.
"I thought it was the only way Du and I could talk without my husband and the others getting suspicious," Kaya replied smiling.
"Get out." Queen Beetle order guards at the door. They obey and exited. Queen Beetle addressed Kaya, "You embarrassed...
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posted by -BelovedRobin
It was a quarter past midnight, not a single whisk of life stirred other then the leather cased finger stroking the brim of the amber elixir. He was calm. Breathing even as it course through his blood.

Inhale. Exhale.

He gazed over the brim of tainted shades, looking for his dearest fair sister cruising behind ebony. Her heels clicking to each sway of her pencil skirt, to every swoosh of the field of wheat grazing over her bum.

"Abel, I'm going back. Are Du going to stop me?" The slick amber pool around his coarse bottom lip. Edging the tip of his tongue whilst whispering sweet tunes into the...
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posted by SilverWings13
Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the schreibtisch and appeared to be staring intently over the oben, nach oben of his open laptop at the Bilder taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...
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posted by BladeYJ
 Wonderland...
Wonderland...
We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? Du snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives oder Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And Von fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock Lesen well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone oder why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid Mehr attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when Du do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...
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posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a sitz on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of Fragen written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. Du and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in Suchen of the answer to the Frage I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her...
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posted by SilverWings13
The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed Von the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy couch sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied Von two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The Frage
"Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and Mehr urgently "How?". I walk cautiously vorwärts-, nach vorn and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...
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posted by GlitterPuff
The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the maus pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, Lesen everything over a billion times, getting as much...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
~Contains spoilers straight from the Artikel she dies~

Welcome to a city that'll bring Du to your knees
It'll make Du beg for more, until Du can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but Du like what Du see
So follow me into the night, cause I got just what Du need
We're all rolling down the boulevard, full of schaf, schafe and sharks
It's a futherduckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold cause now Du know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark


Mel walked among the streets. Her swords drawn. The sky was an ugly dust color....
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(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt Lost and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the Obst stands and opened my option Liste looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....
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posted by Robin_Love
She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her bett and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and Pistolen hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of Fotos and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes,...
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posted by SilverWings13
First songfic ever (published) Von yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten


It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth Bewegen and then
Hear my herz burst again


Her lungs screamed for Mehr air, any air, her body begged for Mehr heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her Lost in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment


The chain...
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posted by khanna266
Ari stood behind the limber dark baum *snap* a deer
just fell into her trap she turned to it a baby deer
right in front of her...she let it free."No luck today."
she whispered to herself and then out of the bloom
right behind her was Nightwing."Dick!I hate it when Du do that is it really neccessary?!"she asked in anger,"Actually yes it is."he answered sarcastically,
"What do Du want Nightwing?"she asked in a sigh.
"to wish Du a happy 16th birthday sis."he said,
"Oh,thanks."she sagte surprisingly,"I still remember this place Bruce would take us here all the time when we were kids."Dick said,
flashback...
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posted by Robin_Love
This is from The_Writer!!! NOT ME!!!


"Hiya!" Sam yelled, slamming a kick at Two-Face. The man dodged and grabbed Sam's leg, yanking it out from under him.

"You've been working out Sammy, boy." Two-Face said. 

"Hey!" Becca yelled, punching a guy's face in. "Only I get to call him that!"

"Now is really not a good time, princess!" Sam yelled in reply. He leaped up and punched Two-Face on the scarred half of his face. The criminal mastermind crumpled to the ground. 

Sam would've congratulated himself if two dozen Mehr heavily armed thugs hadn't walked in at that moment.

"Down!" Becca yelled, throwing...
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