I WANT TO GO HOME

alloy steel ( noun ) : a steel with modified properties made by incorporating one or more elements to improve — strength, hardness, toughness, wear resistance, corrosion resistance, hardenability, and hot hardness.

[carbonsleeved-deactivated201904]

So I may have been gone for a very long time…

[alloyedsteel]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG:

SPEED:  slow a.f. or instant. i have no in between/

REPLIES:  non-existent it seems because by the time i reply to a thread people are over it. i also prioritize threads for what i’m in the mood for or people i know won’t be bothered by the fact that they’re a month or more late.

STARTERS: i love to write starters, but not here anymore. they go unanswered more often than not, so if i write a starter anymore it’s only to people i know.

INBOX: i usually answer a bunch at once. i try not to reblog things if i can’t get to them right away.

SELECTIVITY:  here’s the thing, harper is pretty much a private blog now. she’s only willing to write with certain people that she’s clicked with and everything from canon has made her super picky about the people she’s willing to face. *shrugs* sorry, but harper and i can only tolerate so much on the dash anymore.

WISHLIST: i have biographies written up for the verses that i really really want to write in. i think i have a tag, but really most of my preferred wishlist things are written up by me and not reblogged.

HONEST NOTE: i have been around for far too long, even if it’s been inconsistently spattered with random hiatuses, my time in indie rp far outreaches a lot of the people on here. that said, i have had a lot of time to find my place and what i want out of rp. so i don’t tolerate much bullshit anymore. i’ve made some fucking fantastic friends on here, i have rp partners who show so much respect, love, compassion, and interest in my characters that i have no need to put up with the guilt-trippy drama filled crap that this fandom is riddled with — so if it falls across my dash, i have no problem hitting the unfollow button or blacklisting and never looking back. 

TAGGED BY: @foxofthe100 TAGGING:  anyone interested tbh

[femslashtrashh]

at least we have each other, right?

[thclcstgirl]

@alloyedsteel

[carbonsleeved-deactivated201904]

     ACTIVITY NOTICE / LIFE UPDATE : so i have some great life news but that will probably negatively impact my presence on my blogs. as of today, i am officially a licensed and registered occupational therapist ( OTR/L ) which means that i will be starting my new full-time job in a matter of a few days — tomorrow, even — if paperwork gets processed soon enough. that said, i will be busy training and learning the ropes before assuming a full caseload. i will hopefully be able to make friends with my new coworkers and i’ll finally stop stressing over all the bills i have to pay. i would imagine this will be a tiring but rewarding transition, and it may take me a while to find an appropriate balance between here and my life.

    i will always be available via discord <3 and i will check here as often as i can

[alloyedsteel]

crimiinalchemiist:

“You’re not hard to get. at all. you’re hard to earn and it’s… so much better. “

@alloyedsteel // Sad Adult Verse 

“ jasper... i — thank you. ” her voice was a whisper as she grinned at her partner in crime. " how did you know to come? um, wait. don’t answer that yet. first, can we get out of here? i’m not really interested in sitting around the same restaurant that i got stood up in. ”

[alloyedsteel]

mechaborn:

❝ this is my garage… ❞ raven snapped back. she’d come as quickly as she could when she’d heard the news, but it was too late. half her life’s work had burnt to the ground, and by the looks of things, it wasn’t an accident. ❝ what happened here? ❞

     “ this is your garage? okay, good. we’re going to need to ask you some questions. ” harper had already talked to the fire chief, who had been the one to open the scene as a criminal investigation. usually arson cases didn’t fall across her desk but something had prompted the chief to call her, so here she was. “ ma’am, we’re suspecting arson. was there anything unusual that happened around here in the last month or so? suspicious people? anything like that? ”

[alloyedsteel]

     “ hey! this is a closed crime scene, what are you doing here ? ” harper called out, walking towards the figure that stood over the scene, her hand resting lightly on her gun. most of the techs had were familiar to her, so she approached warily.

     “ i’m going to need to see some i.d. ”

      @mechaborn // i totally owed this to you for forever but missed it

[facelesssnaps]

mrslindseyroman

[alloyedsteel]

agntgrntwrd:

       inhumans, ward was still trying to wrap his head around it. sure he had met superheroes, had a couple of run ins with asgardians—the thought still left a bad taste in his mouth—found out that both coulson and skye had alien blood running through their systems but this inhuman outbreak it was almost a bigger pill to swallow than having to stop calling daisy skye. this poor girl, harper, she had become one and it was clear she was terrified of it.         closing the door behind him, he walked over to her, a platter with some food and a cup of water on it. “ I know, I’m sorry but we need to keep you here until we can figure out what your power is… ”setting it down beside her, he stepped back, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. with all the time that had passed ward had began getting better with his communication skills however, he still wasn’t as good as skye—no, daisy. but she was busy gathering other possible inhumans. “ …I just need you to walk me through what happened, how did this happen to you? was it the fish oil pills? ”

     “ i guess ? heart disease runs in my family... i was just trying to stay ahead of it and they say fish oil helps. but then something happened, and i feel different now and i can’t explain it and not i’m in this damn box ! ” she could feel her emotions running high — she was scared and trapped and stressed — a volatile cocktail of emotions. she didn’t want water or food or company, she wanted to go home. to her apartment and her life. 

     “ i didn’t do anything wrong ! ” she protested in desperation — her hands were beginning to shake as she tried to calm her racing heart with deep breaths. she could feel her emotions radiating off of her in waves, the way it had happened before, after the incident, when her whole apartment building had begun to unexpectedly panic and run. before s.h.i.e.l.d. had swooped in to grab her. but something about the room kept the emotions from expanding too far. they stayed just against her skin. so she could feel them but the couldn’t escape. she’d had enough small run-ins with the cops as a youth to know that they couldn’t actually detain her without reason. her last resort. “ you can’t keep me here. ”

[alloyedsteel]

     “ the only reason we called you is because one of the guys isn’t a fan of small spaces, otherwise i totally would’ve waited it out... ” harper admitted, embarrassed that the fire department had been forced to come to her precinct’s rescue when the elevator broke down. her pride was bruised, but otherwise she was okay. “ if tonight’s round is on me, will you promise to never speak of this again? ”

        @bonfirehcart // the modern friendship we all need

[alloyedsteel]

     “ octavia blake, please step to the curb. octavia blake, to the curb please. ” harper barely managed to let go of the button on the mic before she started to snicker as she made the announcement from her marked car. if octavia needed a ride so badly that she called harper on her shift, then harper was definitely going to take advantage of the situation and make it worth it. she leaned against the door, in her uniform, lazily holding the microphone from the open car window. 

      @headstrongblake // u know she had tooo

[alloyedsteel]

     “ what a horrible, long day. ” harper groaned, stomping into her apartment where ace greeted her with cheerful obliviousness. stooping to pet her best friend, she ruffled the fur on his head as he wiggled happily beside her before she made her way to the couch and collapsed across louis’ lap. “ thank you... so much for checking on him last minute. ” the large golden retriever plopped down on the ground beside their couch and rested his chin on harper’s leg.

      “ i really thought i would get off my shift on time today. i’m sure ace appreciates you... oh my god, please tell me i smell chicken wings... ” she looked up at her friend with pleading eyes, praying she was right and that he’d saved her from a night of pizza rolls and beer.

        @weofthe100 // for louis bc lets be real who else does harper trust w ace?

[obsessedwithgoldens]

[alloyedsteel]

                    STAR WARS VERSE // gunner girl. she wasn’t much of a pilot but she was a good shot with a blaster && even better in a seat behind a big gun. she’d joined the resistance young. so young she’d forgotten what life outside of the resistance had been. okay, that was a lie. she’d deliberately chosen to forget life before the resistance because it was simultaneously boring && painful. a nobody among heroes, she played her part && stayed alive. earning a small reputation as that ‘gunner girl’. a bit of good luck to the pilot who managed to snag her for battle, she hit her marks && kept people alive. she’d follow orders as long as they followed her heart. 

                        BACKSTORY // before she joined the resistance, she was nothing more than a petty thief and survivor. born on a cruise ship, in the outer reaches of the galaxy, the young girl had never even had a planet to call home. her parents had signed up for a pilgrimage of sorts, living && working on the ship as their way of life. the ship had it’s own laws to follow, and those that broke them were imprisoned in a section of the ship known as the ‘ sky box ’. when harper was twelve she stole some blaster weapons from the guards and sneaked into their training room to try her hand at shooting. she was caught && committed to the sky box until she could stand trial on her eighteenth birthday. luckily for her, a few of the guards grew to admire the spunk && resilience of the young girl, growing fond of her && her dreams to join the resistance. they took it upon themselves to train her, she posed no real threat to the ship, her crime the blunder of a dreaming child. she grew in skill, learning everything she could from the two men, who were more her family than the couple that had birthed her. a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday, they landed on a planet for fuel && supplies. the two guards had devised a plan to leave harper on the planet, with food, some money, && one trusty blaster. from there, she travelled. hopping ship to ship offering her skills in exchange for passage, until she made contact with the resistance. from there, well, the rest is history….

[alloyedsteel]

     who is going to give me cop ( well, aspiring detective ) harper things pls <3 <3 it’s one of my favorites. she has a dog in this verse and a big heart. ready to take on the world and live her best single girl life as a responsible adult trying not to take her work home with her every night but let’s be honest, some cases will haunt her forever.

[alloyedsteel]

Live Without Limits — A Westworld-based G.V.

     “ given it’s your first visit, we have a few personal questions. do you have any pre-existing medical conditions? heart problems? we want to make sure we don’t give you anything more than what you can handle. the only limit here is your imagination. you start in the center of the park. it’s simple. it’s safe. the farther out you venture, the more intense the experience gets. ”

     the future is here. technology is more advanced than ever, and human kind has found newer and better ways to entertain themselves. the westworld park system brings you an experience like no other. their newest addition — the ability to experience what the earth could have been like had the nuclear apocalypse not been averted three hundred years ago. 

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[alloyedsteel]

     you’ll never believe it but... i’m online. for like twenty minutes to an hour-ish. sorry i’ve been away. love me still?