ɪ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. (SEMI-HIATUS)

i’ve kind of been on hiatus on/off for like months now, but i thought i’d reaffirm it with this post, i guess. i just haven’t had much muse for writing in general for awhile and i can’t figure out why because my level of excitement and enthusiasm for s5 is INSANELY high. i’ve also been fairly busy with rl stuff and i’ve been dealing with a lot of shit, so i like using the time i do have to myself to just...chill out. maybe it’s tumblr culture in general that i’m put off by lately? who knows.

that being said, i do still love writing raven and i get bursts of inspiration from time to time, so when that does happens, i’ll randomly pop up and do little things and short replies, etc etc. and of course, i’m still lurking around on here and i’ll probs occasionally make ooc posts to yell excitedly about this new season.

but it’s probably easier to reach me on discord ( spiritkeepcr / cawser#8885 ) and twitter ( @xprodigywitch ) ‘cause i’m on those apps a LOT more and we can yell about season 5 together more easily through those venues if you want!!

tagged by: the lovely @omousvarii ! <3 tagging ( eight people ): idk who has or hasn’t done this yet, but if we’re mutuals and you haven’t then I’M TAGGING YOUUU bc i absolutely wanna get to know you better.

        “shhh.” it’s almost a SOUNDLESS WHISPER as she instinctively lifts her hand to cover the other’s mouth for good measure, heartbeat racing anxiously as she wills herself not to shift awkwardly in the small, cramped corner they’re hiding in. the sound of footsteps eventually fade, but raven decides to wait a minute longer before finally lowering her hand again, a quiet sigh of relief passing her lips. “we’re not safe here,” she informs helo bluntly, a frown creasing her forehead as fingers clench & unclench around air, the absence of a weapon leaving her feeling extremely UNEASY.

        “— sit down, hero, you’re bleeding through your bandage.” the brunette tips her head slightly at the wrapping around bellamy’s forearm, the still fairly light, but STEADY & CLEAR red seeping through the material. raven pokes at his chest, nudging for him to sit back down as she moves past him to relocate one of the few first aid kits left behind on the ship. she shrugs as she continues, “look at it this way — maybe sword fighting isn’t for everyone.” an easy smile graces her lips as ribs at him casually.

        the lack of a response to her easy greeting feels off; raven frowns, setting the tool in hand down & lifts off the welding helmet she’s wearing before turning around to face her friend. “hey, what...?” she stops short when she sees the expression on clarke’s face — something akin to stricken & it causes alarm to shoot up & down raven’s spine as she moves around the table & towards the blonde. “clarke? what’s wrong?” brown hues filled with CONCERN flicker downward & she captures clarke’s hands in her own in an effort to stop the other’s slight shaking. “hey, what’s going on? talk to me.”

        raven straightens up when octavia finally stumbles in through the door ( a quick glance at her phone informs her that it’s half past two in the morning ) & rubs a hand over her eyes to wake herself up after nearly dozing off on the couch just now. “i thought we had plans tonight,” the brunette begins, her words coming out a little more forcefully than intended. she doubts the other hears her as she falls onto the opposite end of the couch & a frustrated sigh falls from raven’s lips as she runs an impatient hand through her hair. “for fuck’s sake, octavia, this is the FIFTH night in a row. you finally going to tell me what the hell is going on or what?”