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"I look forward to meeting him. Always wanted a dog growing up..." Harper muses, her shoulders relaxed now as she lets loose, enjoying Rachel's company. "Ooh, now that's a can of worms you'll want to seal once you get me started. Valentine is my baby."
She grins at the mention of her feline companion. "Found him on one of my first patrols with the DPD. On Valentine's day. Poor thing was cold and hurt so I took him in. And...don't know, after that, I couldn't part with 'em. Little bastard stole my heart."
"My dog's not the only pet I've got. I've also got a piebald ball python named Monty." She laughed, fondly remembering her scaly little friend back at home. "He's the biggest laziest sweetie, so much that I practically have to shove the food into his mouth so that he eats properly."
Listening to Harper talk about her dear feline companion, Rachel practically melted. "Awww, I love cats that have stories like that. Those kinds of cats have the biggest personalities I find." She commented, chuckling warmly. "I have a soft spot for black cats myself. Who wouldn't want a little void that yells at you because it loves you and wants food?" Her smile fell just the slightest when she thought about the things. "People still think they're bad luck, somehow, though...and that makes me sad that people still overlook them because of it. It's not fair to the little things..."
Shaking her head, she shrugged. This wasn't good conversation for the holidays and the last thing Harper probably wanted to hear were depressing animal adoption statistics. "What kinda cat is yours?"
"Mhm. My brother always wanted a snake...-can't say I ever shared that fascination, but they're interesting little creatures." Harper muses, "you'll have to introduce me."
She looks toward the cafe as they approach, eager for the cozy warmth it offers. She holds the door open for Rachel, filling her nose with the mouth-watering aroma of high quality coffee and baked goods. Her stomach growls instantaneously, to which she smiles sheepishly.
"Oh, Val certainly has a personality. He rules the roost--it's more his house than mine." She chuckles. "He's a black Maine Coon mix. Not sure what else, but he's a big boy." Lifting her index finger, she traces a line across her left eye. "And he's got a little scar right here. Poor baby had it pretty rough on the streets."
"Honestly, though? I'd say he rescued me, not the other way around."
Ghost!AU
[ Cont. from here ]
[ @shotdownbutstillalive ]
It takes Harper a few moments to reestablish a center of gravity as he hits the floor. Hands instinctively clutch her throat, finding the skin chilled as though it has been pressed against ice. She could already feel the welted outline of hands amid the goosebumps on her skin.
Harper glances up at Sixty, her eyes widening as she sees the spirit in front of him—and the RK somehow managing to physically grip on to it. Androids never ceased to amaze her. She reaches into her pocket, hands finding the smooth glass and waxy seal of a familiar spell jar.
She pulls it from her pocket, gripping it tight. Harper carried this thing everywhere, stuffed with herbs and crystal chips she knew warded malevolence. With a heavy slam, she throws the thing on the floor, shattering it. She pours every ounce of protective intent behind the force. “He is not the one who hurt you! You will let us go.”
Her voice is scratchy, but it seems to supernaturally reverberate off the elevator walls. She feels new, lighter energy fill the space as the spirits of other androids flood in to help.
It wasn't exactly pain, but the sparks of electricity running up his arms from where he almost maybe grabbed the ghost in front of him did hurt in it's own way. Humans felt pain because of electrical signals from nerves to the brain was it really all that different? But he didn't want to die, not now after everything Harper had done to help him. She didn't deserve to die because some dead people couldn't tell the difference between him and Connor!
Vision mostly obscured by the warnings, errors and static Sixty heard glass breaking before the stinging voltage in his hands started to fade. He blinked away some of the static and useless error messages to finally see what Harper had done. Her words seemed to shove the human spirits away from them, only for the space to be filled with- androids?
Tears fell from his eyes when he realized that there was no oppressive fury weighing down his chest Sixty pulled himself up from the floor. The elevator had started again, although slightly slower than before. Flexing his fingers, the android found that, despite the delayed response everything was in working order "Harper?" he asked concerned about the roughness of her voice.
Harper gives him a weak smile, keeping her ill-gotten seat on the floor. She focuses on taking slow, deliberate breaths. Her heart feels like its going to beat right out of her chest otherwise. "I'm alright. Shaken, but okay." She manages through a raspy voice.
"What about you?" She reflects his concern, grey eyes giving him a thorough once-over. Her gaze has a way of looking through a person, as though seeing more, something deeper, than most. "Your hands alright? Never seen anyone physically touch a spirit like that."
She'd witnessed spirits reach through the veil and grasp onto the living, but never the other way around. "It didn't look pleasant..."
Ghost!AU
[ Cont. from here ]
[ @shotdownbutstillalive ]
It takes Harper a few moments to reestablish a center of gravity as he hits the floor. Hands instinctively clutch her throat, finding the skin chilled as though it has been pressed against ice. She could already feel the welted outline of hands amid the goosebumps on her skin.
Harper glances up at Sixty, her eyes widening as she sees the spirit in front of him—and the RK somehow managing to physically grip on to it. Androids never ceased to amaze her. She reaches into her pocket, hands finding the smooth glass and waxy seal of a familiar spell jar.
She pulls it from her pocket, gripping it tight. Harper carried this thing everywhere, stuffed with herbs and crystal chips she knew warded malevolence. With a heavy slam, she throws the thing on the floor, shattering it. She pours every ounce of protective intent behind the force. “He is not the one who hurt you! You will let us go.”
Her voice is scratchy, but it seems to supernaturally reverberate off the elevator walls. She feels new, lighter energy fill the space as the spirits of other androids flood in to help.
Harper mulled the offer over for a bit, habitually chewing the inside of her cheek as she thinks. “Well, I can’t work a 24hr shift. As much as I’d like to.” She reasons aloud, while slipping hands into her coat pocket. “And I do love dogs…”
A smile finds her lips as Rachel’s feet crush the ice beneath her, almost as though symbolically breaking the ice around Harper as well. “I could stop by when I get off. I mean, if that works?”
"Fine by me." Rachel said, glad that Harper was at least open to stopping by. Nobody should be alone during the holidays, after all. Even if it's only for a brief moment, and she was nothing if not open to others. "Don't you worry, he's a big ol' gentle sweetie. Though, one of these days I would love to hear about your cat."
Quickly enough, the café began to emerge into view before them, just down the street across the crosswalk on the corner.
"I look forward to meeting him. Always wanted a dog growing up..." Harper muses, her shoulders relaxed now as she lets loose, enjoying Rachel's company. "Ooh, now that's a can of worms you'll want to seal once you get me started. Valentine is my baby."
She grins at the mention of her feline companion. "Found him on one of my first patrols with the DPD. On Valentine's day. Poor thing was cold and hurt so I took him in. And...don't know, after that, I couldn't part with 'em. Little bastard stole my heart."
@bleedingviolet Continued from here.
Smiling at Harper, Rachel shrugged. "Fair enough, I guess." She said, not wanting to press her any further than that. Though, she didn't feel satisfied to just leave it at that and only that. "But if you do have time over the holidays and you feel like you want some company...my door is open to you." She offered, gently brushing Harper's elbow with her own. "Not sure if you like dogs, but I've got a big ol' softie named Bear. He's a Newfie. I'm not gonna be doing anything big, so if you wanna stop by, it'll be pretty relaxed and low-key."
As they walked along the icy pathways, Rachel deliberately walking onto cracked ice just to hear the satisfying crunch beneath her feet, she offered a shrug to the other detective. "No pressure, just thought I'd extend an open door policy, y'know? I...know the feeling of spending holidays alone, is all."
Harper mulled the offer over for a bit, habitually chewing the inside of her cheek as she thinks. “Well, I can’t work a 24hr shift. As much as I’d like to.” She reasons aloud, while slipping hands into her coat pocket. “And I do love dogs…”
A smile finds her lips as Rachel’s feet crush the ice beneath her, almost as though symbolically breaking the ice around Harper as well. “I could stop by when I get off. I mean, if that works?”
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Rachel couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, back when I lived in the prairies up north, kids my age had quite the knack for making snow forts. The blizzards would come during October, and we’d start making snow forts, packing the snow in so tightly that it was solid. And then overnight, it would freeze solid. So, we had pretty decent forts.”
She sighed, cracking her neck on their way down the sidewalk away from the station. “I was pretty good at Math. I can still do mental math in my head pretty good, but I was more the creative and scientific sort.” Rachel commented. “That and languages came pretty easy to me. Helped that I grew up in a Romanian household, so Latin root languages are pretty easy to grasp.”
“Sounds like fun,” Harper muses. She was actually smiling now, recalling all of the snow-related mischief she and her brothers engaged in over the years. But the smile fades as it always does, the nostalgia becoming bittersweet. The good memories are replaced with worry and the unknown, Harper vainly hoping that her brothers were okay without her, wherever they were now.
She quite nearly misses the rest of what Rachel has to say, but Harper forces herself to focus on the conversation at-hand. “I have to say, I’m envious. You’d probably get along with my brother, Hayden. He’d love to pick your brain about languages.” She paused, before adding, “Ah, at least, last time I checked he was still a massive nerd about that stuff. But, it’s been six years, so…who really knows now?” Harper admits, sharing more than perhaps she normally would, just a small crack in her fortress. “People change in that amount of time. God knows I have.”
The bittersweet energy was not lost on Rachel. In a way, she sort of understood. At least Harper missed her brother, in a way. Rachel missed having a mother, but she didn’t actually miss her mother. “Not everyone does…no matter how much you wish they did.”
The holidays weren’t always joyful times of year for everyone. Rachel’s turned miserable after Christmas was done and January loomed in the distance. Miserable miserable January, when she was reminded how pitifully alone.
Shaking her head, Rachel cleared her throat. “So, you gonna be taking time off for yourself for the holidays?”
"Yeah...-true enough." Harper agrees softly; her observant, grey eyes linger on Rachel for a moment. She searches the other woman's expression, curious, though it's not clear about what. She's distracted by the follow-up question, however, and clears her throat--looking down just in time to avoid a patch of ice on the sidewalk.
"Nah, probably not. Someone's gotta take those holiday shifts and I might as well fall on that blade so that folks can enjoy time with friends and family. I'd just end up home alone with my cat." She shrugs, nose and cheeks starting to turn red from the chilly wind around them.
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[✅] At my Desk | [] Away
( Claws my way out of hibernation.
Hello my lovely tumblr folks!
It's Winter break and I have some time on my hands to write! Classes start back up in late January, but until then I'll be active again. I have cleared out my interest tracker so if you'd like to start something up, feel free to fill it out--I'll be in touch!
Take care and stay warm, my dears! 💜)
Mun's Favorites
MUN'S FAVOURITES. Tag 10 people you want to know better !
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Favorite color(s): I feel like I am legally obligated to say purple, but I'm a bigger fan of green
Song stuck in your head: Painkillers by Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Last song you listened to: Inarticulation by Rio Romeo
3 favorite foods: Loaded Potato Soup, Poke Bowls, and Chicken Fried Rice
Dream trip: I would really love to visit Japan one day! Specifically for the food--just hop the different prefectures and try their signature dishes.
Anything I want rn: A sense of stability in my life would be nice (wOOoooo grad school blues).
Tagged by: @shotdownbutstillalive
Tagging: Any folks that would like to swipe this!
things that you want to hear.
change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!
❝ you’re good enough. ❞
❝ you’re important. ❞
❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞
❝ she pulled through. ❞
❝ i forgive you. ❞
❝ i love you. ❞
❝ you’re not alone. ❞
❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞
❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞
❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞
❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞
❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞
❝ you know what i love about you? ❞
❝ i love spending time with you. ❞
❝ i’m here for you. ❞
❝ you’re right. ❞
❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞
❝ you look amazing. ❞
❝ we’re in this together. ❞
❝ you’ve got this! ❞
❝ i missed you. ❞
❝ i did the dishes! ❞
❝ last night was incredible. ❞
❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞
❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞
❝ how can i help? ❞
❝ breakfast in bed? ❞
❝ dinner was great. ❞
❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞
❝ lets go to the park. ❞
❝ thank you. really. ❞
❝ you’re wanted. ❞
❝ i got you a coffee. ❞
❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞
❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞
❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞
❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞
❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞
❝ go do something for yourself. ❞
❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞
❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞
❝ what do you need from me? ❞
❝ tell me about your day. ❞
❝ i trust you. ❞
❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞
20 asks for OC writers.
Some of these can also be used for canon muses.
When did you create your muse?
Where did you find inspiration for your muse?
Tell us something about the world/universe in which your muse lives.
What’s your favourite headcanon about your muse?
What’s something only very few people know about your muse?
Are there parts of your muse that resemble parts of yourself?
How many face claims do you have or have you had for your muse?
How did you choose the name for your muse?
If your muse could be a canon character in any fandom, which fandom would you choose?
Do you ship your muse with any canon characters?
Do you ship your muse with any other original characters?
Share a song that matches with your muse!
If your muse were the main character in a movie/book/show/game/…, what would it be called? What would it be about?
Do you have any NPCs for your muse’s world or story? If yes, can you tell us something about them?
Share a random headcanon about your muse!
Is your muse religious?
What is something about your muse’s background story that you’ve always wanted to have a thread about?
Give us one thing from your muse’s wishlist that you really want to write in a thread!
List some of your muse’s favourites! (eg. food, movie, book, song, drink, place, celeb, etc.)
This or that according to your muse: morning or evening? Marvel or DC? Mayonnaise or ketchup? Books or movies? Red or blue? Black or white? Halloween or Christmas?
“stop blaming yourself. you said all the right things to the wrong person.”
— sulē cerdan
If you roleplay a ship with me,
You will get— Adequate ship building time. Realistic obstacles for them to overcome. Sweet fluff. Sexy smut. (if you want) As much action as I can mange. Tons of angst. Possibly random drabbles. Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips. @ tagged in all kinds of things. Headcanons about anything and everything. Completely sick of my ass.
daily mantra for overwhelmed role players:
i am allowed to take breaks.
i am allowed to say no.
i am allowed to delete asks and threads.
i am allowed to retire characters.
i am allowed to breathe.
repeat those words. taste those words. remind yourself of your position and right. role play is not your job. role play is supposed to be your hobby. don’t let your hobby become a toxic obligation. it will burn you out. you are allowed to be a person.
( Adfjsldfh I’ve been playing Starfinder with my friends this evening and it’s got me considering a Space AU )
