ooc; Moving blogs.

As of now, this blog is inactive and archived. However, I will be resurrecting Zoe elsewhere, under the same url. I will be following a couple of people, and anyone who wishes to follow me over there will be more than welcome. 

Keep in mind, this new blog is still under heavy construction, and a blog promo will be posted as soon as I have my crap together over there. <3 

Another update:

I am having trouble starting to write again on Zoe (or anywhere, really). I miss writing, I miss Zoe, I miss you guys, but I just can’t seem to find muse for her on here. 

I have been lurking on here frequently, because there are so many of you I miss writing. I miss the writing, I miss some of the people, I miss my ship writing partners in particular, but not the toxic atmosphere. I am debating a fresh start with Zoe again, and moving her to a new blog. (Will keep you posted on that front). 

Also, as I often do, I started a new character to get me back in the groove of things. Starting again always seems to help (even if the muse that helps me get started again dies fairly quickly). If curious, feel free to bother me on Discord. As always, I am also available pretty much most nights on Discord, which I’ll drop in the tags below.

Take care lovelies. <3 

ooc; Update– Hiatus

       So here’s the thing: My life has been incredibly busy, as of late, and with my 2nd job starting the first weekend in July (which lasts through the beginning of September)? My schedule isn’t lightening up any time soon between work starting, planning a fancy tea party and being invited on a surprise trip to California.

      Because of all this, I’m gonna put this and all my blogs on an indeterminate hiatus. If you still want to write with me, I’m more than happy to do so on Discord. I will provide both my Discord, and my personal Tumblr in the tags below. 

     Until I return, stay cool, kiddos. <3 

ironprince:

· · ·Zoe laughs heartily when he says it really was the porn star she was talking about.·“You know what? That’s a great point. I would definitely choose you on your worst day over a porn star on his best. And only some of that has to do with the fact that you’re a far better human being than he is. I mean, come on. Have you seen you? Way better looking, if I’m being shallow about it.” Her fingers lightly trace his jawline, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully promptly forgotten once he lifts his head to look at her. With him around, though, how can she focus on anything else?

· · · “Are you saying you’ll get dressed up for a date just because I said I’ll start tearing your clothes off when you come to the door? Because really, if that’s how you want me to say hello from now on, you should just say so. I’m all about tearing your clothes off, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She grins cheekily at him before she considers the idea.·“A fancy date might be fun, though. Can’t remember the last time I went on a fancy date.” Her expression softens when he kisses her on the forehead, snuggling in closer.·“I am totally cool with you this way though. Casual Tony is my favorite Tony. At least so far. I'm sure you can change that though.”

sanguine-soaked:

        “If you were inconveniencing me, I would just pull maps up on my phone and give you directions. Trust me, it’s not a problem. Besides, it’s not every day that a gal gets to escort a man home. Reverse chivalry or something like that?”

      She gives him a playful grin, teasing slightly, before relaxing again, feeling a little more at ease with the situation. She’s still not going to trust him 100%, but at least he’s charming, which should hopefully make this walk home a more pleasant one if he doesn’t turn out to be a creep.

     “I’m actually in the area a lot. I’m actually dating someone who lives over in that area, weirdly enough, so I tend to be out here at odd hours.” She admits this with a light shrug of her shoulders. “Besides, it’s kinda nice to have the company, for once. And who knows? You may even deter creepers from bothering me, at least part of my way home, which is also super helpful for me.” 

      She waves her hand as he calls her ‘Miss’, before answering,“And I’m Zoe. No need for the Miss. Just Zoe will be fine. And I’m a night owl. I work at a bar, so I’m used to this whole nocturnal thing, and being up at all hours of the night. I appreciate the concern though, on all counts. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” She gives him an encouraging smile, and gestures for him to join her. 

@qcill

     It’s been fucking years since she’s seen another human being. That’s why, when she was dancing on stage a few minutes ago, she misstepped, because it was a bit shocking to see him there, just totally at ease with all this. Luckily, she doesn’t think anyone noticed, because they thought it was part of the show. At least, that’s how she played it, making it look like she was going into a different kind of shimmy than the one she was planning on. Good thing bellydancing is improvisational, otherwise, she would’ve been in trouble. As soon as she stepped off stage, though, she scrawled out a message for a bouncer to deliver to him. 

     After throwing on a robe, and running a brush through her hair, back in her dressing room, she paces, waiting. Shit. She’s covered in sweat,  and trying not to cry even after she’s had a few stiff drinks– definitely not her best look for the first human she’s seen in years, but it’ll have to do. She’d actually thought she was alone out here, but it's actually a comfort to see something familiar out here. She kept telling herself that this new start was the best thing that happened to her, but she has to admit there are some things she still misses about Earth– like fellow human beings with shared experiences. Who the fuck knows if he even remembers anything from his life on Earth, if he even had part of a life there, but still, at least she can say hello. 

demcndad

       “Oh believe me. Me either. I like my space. Usually just me and ghosts, really. Never hurts to have the company of the living on occasion though.” She shrugs lightly, as if hanging out with ghosts were the most average thing in the world, which for her, is pretty much every Tuesday. Her lips do curl into a smile though, this one softer. It’s nice to be able to talk about this shit without being looked at like she’s insane. “Savannah? Only once or twice, and I was only passing through. There are a lot of old haunted plantation houses in the south, so I had my work cut out for me. I remember it being really pretty though– other than the humidity. That can fuck off." The only thing she hates more than her freckles is her curly hair plus humidity.