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If moving house has taught me anything - it’s that moving is awful and no one should ever subject themselves to it willingly. With that in mind, I’ve been especially lax with my drafts recently because - I AM MOVING BLOGS!! And have been setting that up instead.

Y’all can catch me over here on my brand new multi-muse. It’s got all my muses from here and various other fandoms. I am gonna probably take a break until the weekend and then start following people and looking at which threads will get moved over and what will be dropped. HOPEFULLY, I’ll get the bulk of this sorted before I go on holiday on the 9th so I can spend my holiday writing up replies. If we have a thread and I do not get to you by the end of this month, please come to poke me. 

If you want to preemptively get up on my new blog, please do. 

Not sure if anyone even follows this blog any more - but - this is where Anne is now. 

And Harley

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Permanent Hiatus

I’m fine, I’m mentally well - you don’t need to worry. 

I’m not gonna say something like ‘if it wasn’t already obvious’ because let's be honest it’s only been 12 days since my last queued post and I am slow as fuck so that’s probably a normal wait time but...

I am putting Harley on a permanent hiatus. 

I’m calling it a hiatus because there is, of course, a chance I’ll come back - because I miss this, I miss Harley and I think... I think that might be part of the problem?

I spend so much time now being nostalgic for my RP partners who have left, or have too much going on right now or were bullied away from this site - and thinking of threads and ideas that almost were but never got far even though I had fully invested in them and - Listen. I love everyone who writes with me but when all you can really stir up muse for is ‘the good old days’ its hard. 

And I mean I’ve always struggled with consistent activity anyway. 

And I was hoping that the Harley Quinn and Batman movie, or the tell tale game, or rewatching Gotham or rewatching BTAS would inspire me but mostly - it makes me nostalgic and also insecure. 

We’ve all got our writing insecurities and I try to ignore them but after four years of playing Harley and developing her - I don’t know if I like what I’ve done? Or more... If I’ve done enough? if I’ve done it realistically? And it’s just hard to reconcile that with my creativity.  

So. Yeah. You can still find me over on @wandchoosesthewizard and - I probably will at some point come back again but. Not for the foreseeable future.

I love you guys, be good to each other and write great things. I’ll maybe see some of you if you come back. 

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sithofren:

“He must like you, if he lets you stay near him,” Matt muttered, sliding a finger over his wrench. He had no idea what it did, really. Well, no. He knew how tools worked, he knew how to fix small ships, but in the ‘get them running however you can’ way, not the ‘there’s a code and a manual about every possible repair to stay in the Order’s working practices’ way. 

“I keep people safe.” Yeah. Right.

“I, uh, I guess.” It didn’t often feel like it. In fact, it often felt like if she wasn’t helpful he’d have thrown her out of the nearest airlock... Although, she didn’t exactly feel all that helpful most of the time. She listed into silence watching Matt quietly for a while. 

“I bet you do.” She said softly, and then - with the dawning realisation that she kept out of her voice, “It’s why you like him? Isn’t it? Kylo..? He’s strong and powerful and he - He can keep people safe because of it?”  

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sithofren:

“Do you have any allies or contacts we could use?” he asked, slowly opening his eyes. “He saw me unmasked, so it is not as if I am a complete unknown able to get a drop on him, and I assume he knows your face even more than mine?”

The rules of this world were still hard for him to fathom. One planet only, and limited technology… it was almost barbaric in some ways.

“I... Maybe.” There were some people she could go to, perhaps. Some people who would help. For a price. And that was another problem wasn’t it? Who could she trust? “Yeah... I mean - I got ways of getting around that but-” But those involved laying low. Not being a priority for him. And even then - it wasn’t a long term, foolproof thing.

And she was on his radar big time. “I’ll... I’ll see what help I can get us. I’ll have to be careful... But it’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure something out.” 

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sithofren:

Kylo took a breath, and then reached out, his fingers glancing at her temple, pushing her hair back behind her ear. It wasn’t needed, or - not physically, but emotionally. 

“I’ve been up there. You would have killed me - or just left me - but I wouldn’t necessarily have even chosen to spend a moment with you, if I hadn’t wanted something, too. Do we… look at who we were then, or… who we are, now?”

Which was the crux of it. “You’re not rainbows, but I’ve come to the opinion that nobody really is. You… have… things I’d rather you didn’t, but… so do I. Perhaps… that’s why it could work. Because we’re both… damaged. Because we… understand, to some extent. It wouldn’t be like… constantly being reminded of how you’re a…” Freak. Failure. That didn’t sound anywhere near as good out loud. 

The gentle hand tucking her hair back made her smile at him, softening some of the tension in her frame perceptibly, even as he confessed to knowing what she’d thought of doing - more than once - especially at the earliest points of their acquaintance. 

Who they were then... Or who they were now..? Or... Or who they’d be tomorrow? Because wasn’t that - wasn’t that the problem? There were no guarantees but then again... Had there ever been? Everything she’d had so far had been ruined so perhaps it was madness to expect this would be different - or to make promises otherwise. 

It hurts her to hear him call her damaged out loud because she’s not crazy, she’s not... But it’s true. She is damaged. And it’s not an insult. It’s a fact - about them both. And they both knew it, so perhaps there wouldn’t be any botched attempts at fixing things and just making things worse. “I want to try.” She decided. “I think - I think it - we - could work.”  

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sithofren:

“Harley… don’t you think I know what it’s like? To be… to be so… wrapped up in another person? To know… that they are hurting you, and somehow… not wanting it to stop, because if it stops, you don’t know who you will be any more?”

Kylo understood. He understood very, very well indeed. 

“You want to believe it’s okay. That it isn’t pain. That it isn’t… wrong. Because to admit to yourself that you chose pain… that would make no sense at all.”

Harley listened to him, feeling hot and sickly, her heart beat obvious on her pulse points. For all the resistance he’d thrown up against her - he was doing a very good job of articulating his feelings, and hers... Their experiences, nuanced and different as they were - but shared and similar. 

She could fight against him, against what he said - because he was right, it did make no sense at all... 

But he was right, he was right. “Well. Maybe we can look after each other then, even if we can’t look after ourselves?” It was a brave statement, bordering on foolishness - because he’d still want to find the tunneler, wouldn’t he? He’d still want to go home, to the Force, to the... Pain. 

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Homeward Bound

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sithofren:

“We will,” he agreed, fidgeting slightly. “We’ll work it out. You might have to hold my hand through a few things, but that’s it. If you could… tell me what I need to do to help, I’ll… listen.”

Which. Sure, he’d done it before, but it had been with Snoke. And that was entirely different.

She nodded and smiled at him. It wouldn’t - it wouldn’t be easy. It had been a long time since she’d had to take control - and remain in control - so used to doing a pratfall and taking the backseat. 

But she could - she could do it. They’d help each other. “You want me to actually hold your hand?” She jested, trying to lighten the mood between them. 

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sithofren:

“Perhaps, but not for me.” Kylo was very sure he was able to take whatever the city threw at him, and then some. It wasn’t arrogance (he was sure) it was… quiet confidence. 

Though the closer they got, the louder and messier it was. They’d wandered right into a spacer port town, where loud street vendors and louder intoxicated people jostled side by side. 

“I suspect we go to the place we least want to.”

She cast him a side long glance - feeling both insulted and a little wary. He wasn’t... He wasn’t wrong. Only a fool would try and attack him - he looked dangerous, he was dangerous... 

But that left her feeling oddly exposed, trotting along in his wake - a decidedly weaker target. While the chances of her holding her own were still fair, she drifted just a touch closer. 

“I suspect we might have differing views on where we least want to go.” She said surveying the steadily swelling crowd. “So just pick somewhere.” 

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sithofren:

“A better person would have stuck to what they thought were their principles,” he argued. “He’s… been… ‘improving’ me for three decades, I think.” Or close enough. 

“Bit it’s true, he’s made me stronger. That part is unmistakable.”

“I’m not sure eleven-year-olds are capable of even having principles, never mind sticking to them.” And that applied to eleven-year-olds who hadn’t had people poking around in their brains since... Since before they could remember. 

“I-” She began and then nodded. “He’s certainly made you into a weapon.” 

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sithofren:

“We… train. And I… study. And… I… watch… holos. That’s… my work keeps me very busy.”

No, it didn’t. Not always.

“Well, that’s good.” She said, without a trace of bitterness in her voice... If, you know, this was opposite day. She had very little to occupy her time and it was making her go a little... Strange... Er. “I’m not usually busy unless I’m with you.”