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Duffy was sitting in a puddle of his skirt on the ground, in front of a bar just outside of Pacific Beach. His mascara was running, and it was starting to rain.

And he, was officially ditched.

I really can't RP right now, and I really don't want to tbh. People are being wanky and stupid on sws and I have no desire to continue in that vein of stepping on eggshells, and waiting for people to react poorly. It's stupid and immature and I refuse to help people be assholes. I do have standards, you know? If anyone wants to, they can still reach Duffy on AIM @ NoLongerStephen .

I have a full-time job (yeah it's shitty but I kind of love it anyway) and I'm going back to school and I just need to focus on positive things and having positive relationships. I may return soon or in a while, or I may never come back full-force. Either or any way it turns out, it has been a pleasure to interact with all of you and to meet all of your creations. Duffy will always remain the closest character to my heart and I appreciate you all taking him into yours.

I love you all so much, and please don't hesitate to chat with me or what have you. If refusing to be a part of this makes me immature or bitchy I really don't care or find it necessary to defend myself. I've really enjoyed stretching my creative muscles in the way of RP over the years but I think that's reached its end. And all things have to come to an end, good or bad.

Take care, all of you, and all of your beautiful characters. I truly wish all of you all the best.

Hokay, so I really like where Duffy is going, but I also want to take him some other places.

In FF!verse: he, Jack, and Cricket will be moving to San Diego
In Cap!verse, not much has changed.
New Verse: Back in Boston - just what it sounds like. After the break-up with Jack he ran off to Scotland, stayed for a few months and then returned back home to his old apartment.

For those of you who don't know, Duffy also has a capitulation journal for the AU in which Duffy is trans/on estrogen and is Alexis in daily life rather than shows. 80sflashdance is where that stuff is kept and I'll probably split her into two verses as well.

And as always, open!verse is there to confuse the masses.

Thanks all. ♥

Why don't people ever look bad?

(6ws)

Enter one terribly confused one-armed man. Though you may not know he's a man for the lacy lilac bra and panty set he's wearing, not to mention the sheer fishnet knee-highs and gauzy shawl to match. His waist length hair is in a strange state, curled in places and relaxed in others as if he'd forgotten one way or the other, mascara smudgy and thick under silver press-on eyelashes (one of which is falling off).

He readjusts his sunglasses over the mess and looks around; he recognizes this place, but he can't quite place the memory... nor can he remember where he left his boots. He seems distraught, and tired, though mostly the latter as he stumbles through the dim lighting (he may be a little tipsy, but who's counting) looking for a kind soul.

(od)

Hey you! I hate your face.
and your life.

♥ the Duff man

(d_m)

[stumbles his way to Starbucks, carrying his espadrilles]

"How did you get them out of the house?" he asked bemusedly, blending his mom's special margarita recipe in the kitchen. "Ohh and Lore says she'll be here soon."

Jesus H. Christ, this was awkward. Hopefully it could only get better. He was pretty sure this plan was brilliant, but at least if he was wrong there was Casablanca and alcohol as reliable stand-bys.

Soon everything will be zero calorie.

(6ws)

I can't believe they think that.

(6ws)

That fucking snuck up on me.

(6ws)

Finally crawled back into the light ..XD

(6ws)

Me and my ex [vivider] decided to revamp our comm, onelineonly. App is HERE and it's very simple, app by player sort of deal.

Everything's on there and I'm titi so I won't get into it, but if you have any questions, by all means~

I don't get notifs. Don't bitch about this or tell me to get them, I have a very serious condition called "email-phobia." Also, I hate your face.

My name is Ca, I play some people and do some things. This is probably your best bet for getting a hold of me [or just IM me, either on Duffy's SN listed in his profile or @ ambiguouslyzach].


BLAHBLAHBLAHTHINGS

Okay, here's the deal. Ever wanted to tell me something, or just want to tell someone? Here's your chance. Leave a comment here spilling your guts. Comments will be screened, or if you feel more comfortable, anonymous will be on, IP logging off. So if you can't even identify yourself in a screened comment, there's no excuse!

I love you all and yanno, still have both my ears, so let's do this bitch.

[[comment screening IC only, and anon is disabled IRL so just put [anon] in the subject line and he will NEVER KNOW]]

ETA: I am making this journal an AU future version of cap!verse - all regular cap!verse activity will still take place here :3

So, today I decided to make a separate, and different sort of jourmal for Duffy's capitulation!verse. Some of it still may take place here/with this journal, but here's the basic rundown:

- I use comic icons
- He has adopted a female persona ala Alexis, but permanently
- He isn't actually "transitioning" perse, but is taking estrogen and wears a prosthetic arm
- He does go by Alexis and doesn't admit to being anatomically male.
- He and Jack live in a little flat (Dog too) in San Francisco
- He helps out Jack and Mackenzie "on the job" and goes by "Flashback"
- All he really does is hide bodies and drive the getaway car... usually.
- Oh yeah, and the journal is 80sflashdance

This should hopefully make things a little less confusing :3
Any questions, plz drop them here.

Duffy paced the tiny length of his tiny hall for the fifth time, then decided - fuck it. He had said he was going over. It didn't matter if he hadn't told Jack, that didn't.. It didn't mean anything, it was just coffee. Just friends.

He still hated the way things were between he and Jack though. Like they were always walking on eggshells. And it still didn't feel right for the man to move out here, as much as he missed his face. He loved him, so much, there was no doubt of that...

Maybe Shawn could help, he convinced himself. He's a psychic, he'd know if.. if Harkness was truly inevitable. If he could help Jack or if he was just lying in wait for something to go horribly horribly wrong.

A cloud of smoke and a chimney ride later, he was in Santa Barbara, within walking distance of the Psych Detective Agency. Steeling himself, he forced himself to walk the few blocks, head spinning.