hey folks. I’m gonna be going away for a while.

I don’t feel like tumblr or the rpc is necessarily the right place for me at the moment, both mentally and creatively. I’ve lost interest in writing basically all of my canon characters, and I want to take some time to develop my OCs and other personal projects in private and under my own steam (without the constant cycle of owing replies and juggling 150+ drafts). I don’t wanna set anything in stone right now but if it turns out to be a positive change, I likely won’t be back.

That said: mutuals, please come find me on discord.

I’ve built a lot of great friendships and writing relationships here and I don’t want to lose those by leaving. I’d still love to hang out, bounce ideas around, lose my tiny mind over fictional idiots with you all like I usually do.  (I might still do a little writing on discord involving the OC crew, so if you’re interested in that let me know I guess.)

@thebrazenandbold​ asked:  ☏

“Hey, uh-- Red? Can you call me back when you get this? Please?”

A long moment of silence. The hand not holding the phone clenched and unclenched at pace, trying to expel some of the nervous energy knotted up in the pit of their stomach.  A nervous glance out of the window told them the street outside was as empty as it had been two minutes ago, when they’d last checked. They forced themself to take a deep breath, the exhale coming out long and shaky.

“Someone broke into my apartment and wrecked shop, it’s-- I-- it’s kind of a long story but I think it was another aster and I’m freaking out big time, and Rizz won’t answer their phone, and-- and-- and I didn’t know who else to--”

A loud beep and the click of the call disconnecting informed them their thirty seconds was up. 

“Commander Data?”

Much of Deep Space Nine was abuzz at Data’s arrival - including, and perhaps especially, Cora. With the exception of a few other standard-issue medical droids back on Ophion in the early days, she couldn’t honestly say she’d ever met another android remotely like herself before. While the chance to find some common ground was promising, it had taken some gentle coaxing from Julian during one of their shifts together in the infirmary before she finally took the leap.

“That glass had to come from somewhere, didn’t it?” Zoe accused, undeterred by the denial in her insatiable curiosity. She didn’t doubt her sanity. Her memory– where it was untouched– was perfect.

Their deal was tempting. It was so easy to argue herself into agreeing. After all, what harm could telling them really cause? They hadn’t threatened her, and they didn’t seem like the type to try to rewrite history for their own glorification. Of course, she’d been fooled before. It would be safer if she didn’t…

“Alright. it’s a deal.”

Jamie would be chastising her right now. Nevertheless her small hand extended across the table, a determined gleam in her eye.

“Attagirl.”

As Dionysus took the proffered hand, the strobing lights from the dancefloor flashed - and if Zoe was paying attention, she might have seen their shadow shift, just for a second. A shape not entirely inhuman, but with wild hair and short, curved horns atop its head-- and then as soon as it had appeared, it was gone again.

They took a long sip from the wine glass - and yet, when they put it back on the table, the wine didn’t seem to have depleted at all.

curled up watching Howl’s Moving Castle and I can’t help but see a lot of Jai parallels in Howl and I will not be convinced otherwise