#ooc. and I hope this is alright !

[hoshiina]

pairing: narumi gen x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he's always thought that anyone would do if he just wanted to find love but he realizes you're the one he wishes for, inspired by pop song by yonezu kenshi

warnings: some profanities from narumi

wc: 1300

Narumi Gen hated a lot of things, but one of his least favourites of all time was "true love". He despised when people would describe their love for another as "true love". It couldn't possibly be that serious. Just say you loved your partner. That was probably the extent feelings got to anyways— you just so happened to like each other at the same time. To him that was plenty of a feat alone, why would you have to make it sound like more than it is? For the sake of love? Ridiculous.

To him, that was truly all love was. If there was someone who liked him when he happened to like them too, that was enough. No need for years of pining, no need to get attached to some unrequited love. All that noise about love and destiny surely wasn't all that necessary.

Now, this wasn't to say that he didn't wish to find love— because he did. Like any other person, he truly wished to be loved. It was just that what he had in mind wasn't some deep pure love that'd last forever, nor was it a promise for eternity. He just wished for a light-hearted "I love you" here and there with someone he found special.

And for that, anyone would do. He'd find someone who fancied him along the way, and hopefully he'd like them back. That was all there was to it.

This meant his plan for finding his partner was sitting around and waiting. As horribly lame as that sounded, because he was Narumi Gen, this wasn't that hopeless of a plan. So, that's what he did. He'd go around saving people and doing his duties (to the absolute bare minimum) while making sure he was constantly trending, hoping that one day, someone would like him.

Today he was standing around for a solid five extra minutes after he defeated the honju with ease, hoping the media would snap some nice pictures of him, or he'd finally charm someone this time.

"Captain, you ought to stop that," you said. "It's rather embarrassing, you look desperate now."

"Oh, would you shut up," he said. "You're ruining my good name!"

You snorted. "What good name," you scoffed.

"I'm starting to think its your fault I'm not charming anyone. Perhaps if you didn't stop me every time, someone would have found me by now," he said.

"Yeah, right. Captain Ashiro seems to be having no issues charming people and I've never seen her try to," you said.

"You little shit," he said.

"Besides they're going to be utterly disappointed if they think this is what you're like and then they find out what you're… actually like," you said, and he was starting to think you wanted him to fire you. "It's okay. Someone will see how you're actually lovely at times soon."

"What?" he asked, shocked by what you said.

"What?" you replied, confused.

"You— you said lovely," he said quietly. Suddenly he felt flustered.

"Oh," you said, looking away and avoiding eye contact. It wasn't like you didn't mean to say that, but you didn't think it was that big of a deal. Rather, how flustered he sounded took you by surprise. “Well, you’re a little lame but you’re a good guy. Like you pretend you only do it for the media, but I know you’re always checking the alleyways that don’t have as much surveillance just in case, and checking alleyways isn’t something a captain has to do. And we both know the media isn’t writing about anything you do there. Things like that.”

“You never know!” he said, and you snorted.

“Alright then,” you said. “You do you, Captain.”

“I will!” he said back, trying to sound proud.

A week had passed and here he was, doing what he always did after arriving fashionably late to the scene and taking all the kaiju out in a matter of minutes: standing around trying to look good. Because he wanted love, and anyone would do. Anyone who liked him was supposed to do.

...

And yet he wished for you.

He wished that when he woke up, the first thing he would see was you. He wished that you'd smile at him everyday with love and genuine joy the way you did to others, and he wished that you’d smile that way to him alone. He wished that after a long day, he was the one you came home to. He wished from the bottom of his heart that you would always be safe and no harm would ever come your way. He wished that your days were filled with laughter and smiles and he knew he would risk his life to protect that.

It was so unlike him in a way he absolutely hated. True love was supposed to be nonsense and someone being ‘the one’ was supposed to be some dramatic line in a movie. It upset him, that he was so utterly fond of you. Yet, no matter how much it upset him, it didn't change the fact that he was, and he couldn't deny it anymore after trying to ignore it for the full week.

So here he was, acting stupid again, hoping that you’d scold him again or tell him he’s embarrassing himself, because that’s what it’s come down to. He just wanted another reason to talk to you.

But you wouldn’t come to stop him after 10 whole minutes.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asked, irritated.

“Pardon?” you asked, utterly confused.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop?” he asked again. He was aware how silly he sounded, but he was pissed off that you meant so much to him so he had to take it out on you.

“Because you told me to stop last time??” you replied. “I thought you were going to keep this up until you found yourself a partner.”

“You’re the one who told me to find someone that saw how I was…. lovely…. at times,” he said, but said the lovely very quietly. Remembering that you had described him as lovely made his cheeks burn and he’d rather die than let you see that.

“I mean, yeah. I do think you should,” you said.

“Don’t you notice, though?” he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact. There was a moment of silence.

“I do,” you said, and immediately he looked up to face you. You had a grin on your face and you looked so proud— you looked like you had won a game. Oh, how he hated you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Rich coming from you,” you said.

“So, do you—,” he started to yell before cutting himself off. Carefully, he tried again. “Would you please… uh… be mine…?”

Oh, this is so embarrassing, he thought. Perhaps you’d laugh at him, but he wanted to do this properly, or at the very least try to. He’d be far more than just stupid to mess this up now. He was finally in love.

But your laughter never came. When he looked up your eyes were wide and you looked so flustered, but soon you had the most beautiful smile on your face.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said.

So he kissed you right then and there, because there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

He laughed a little.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing,” he said.

There was no way just anyone would do— it had to be you.

[mammoth-clangen]

I can really see the passion you have for paleo art, your art is gorgeous, the anatomy is so real, the backgrounds are beautiful. I really adore your art

Thank you aaaa ;;;A;;; Anatomy is really important to me, I try to make sure there's more differentiating species and characters than just fur colour and 'hair' cx

Oh and tangentially related but in all my paleoart ramblings i forgot to mention my absolute favourite Ice Age comic, Horse Age!

If you like my backgrounds I cannot recommend Horse Age enough! The Mammoth Steppe is painted so beautifully and by someone who actually lives in Europe where these animals used to roam c:

[charleemoon]

hii omg i love your hannibal content - especially your takes on will i swear you understand him the most ever !! <3 i was just wonderingggg (im sorry this is dark) what do you think wills reaction would be if hannibal died a few years post fall?? im interested in your vision honestly haha

okay oh my god i had to sit down and turn my pc on for this

warning for death, emetophobia, suicidal ideation

i think the responses would vary slightly depending on his cause of death. i think the most realistic for them would be hannibal falling ill. they're not sure what it is. an infection, something autoimmune. hannibal's always been attentive to their health, but whatever it is, it slips under their radar. will tries everything, he waits on him hand and foot, the whole world stops. the medications don't help, the check-ups lead to nothing new. hannibal speaks often of god's cruelty, rapsy with chapped lips and burning skin. he doesn't seem troubled. it's almost like he's been waiting for it–the clock ticking down since he was eight, the other shoe about to drop. will tries not to beg, tries not to bargain.

every moment with him, reading his books out to him in broken french, cajun accented and ugly on his tongue. basic meals that will toughens out, burning the fish and the underside of the pan with how often he zones out, body tingling with unreality. for so long, will thought hannibal near invulnerable. they survived a fatal fall, outran the fbi, nothing could touch them. and here they are, hannibal sickly and thin, stag-like and small. he tries not to weep.

when he dies, it's not grand, not beautiful. will has his head on hannibal's chest, hears the broken whisper of mischa's name, and quietly, almost like it fears impoliteness, the beat of hannibal's heart stills under his ear. he doesn't move. he doesn't sob. he just lays on hannibal, and waits to die with him. waits for his heart to stutter and explode in his chest. for them to die together, for their bodies to rot in this house until someone finds them, decomposing and growing into each other. to finally be united as one. it doesn't come. it never comes

the next few days feel like forever. he doesnt leave the room. he doesn't move, just lays in bed with hannibal. relishes every twitch of his body in rigor mortis, holds him until he's frigid cold to the touch, caressing his bone white knuckles. he lays with him until the smell is unbearable, the decomposing meat sweet and pungent. will hunches over and vomits roughly on the hardwood floor, all foam and stomach acid. it wakes him out of his stupor, dizzy and nauseous.

hannibal hated waste. he would hate to rot away in this bed, purposeless and empty. hannibal was so, so beautiful, and he deserved to be part of the world's endless beauty. he, in death, deserves to be elevated to even more.

he uses every part of hannibal. stitches his hair into his fishing lures, soap and candles out of his fat, lathering himself in hannibal, warmed and alight at night with his burning flesh. carved the bone of his annulary into a ring that he wears on his own. they hadn't gotten married yet, will was going to propose this year. he was already hannibal's, and hannibal was his.

he buries the rest of hannibal in the backyard the way he did his childhood dog. he uses him as compost for the garden they always planned to start. he starts studying hannibal's recipes, tastes the vegetables like hannibal's organs, plump and raw on his tongue. hannibal spoken once, broken and with a smile, about will eating him. will wouldn't listen then, and he waited too long now. with their garden, hannibal could be in every meal will has for as long as he can maintain it.

will still kills, but not as often now. him and hannibal had different ideas of rudeness, of righteousness. there wasn't much need to compromise anymore, and it wasn't the same without him. killing was a form of intimacy, of retribution. it feels horribly lonely without his company. he wonders how hannibal stomached doing it like this for so long. now that he knew what killing was like together, everything paled in comparsion.

he kills and elevates, brings beauty to the world when hannibal cannot. at times though, he is wrought with anger, impulsivity. he'll hear a nasty word, a privileged scoff, an underhanded comment on the sick and the dying. things that remind him of hannibal, the ungratefulness, the disgusting spouts out of the mouths of those who no clue what it's like to lose. sometimes he drags them by their hair, beats their face until their skulls cave in. he shudders at the sight, destruction so extreme there's nothing to harvest. hannibal keeps finding new ways to change him, to make him weak, even in death. it almost makes him happy.

he wonders a lot of things about hannibal. questions he never asked, things he wasn't certain of. despite the years, they were slow, and gentle. there wasn't any need to rush into things. they had their whole lives to get to know each other. that's what he told himself. he looks into his family, studies the books he read, his jotted notes and underlines. he relearns loving hannibal, grows to understand him without him there.

the community is nice where they've settled. it's kind, close-knit. they usually had to make their way into the city to find anyone rude enough for their tastes. he volunteers, frequents the libraries and holiday celebrations. they're so sorry for his loss, always sorry. he wears hannibal's clothes out, smells the collar when he feels socially awkward, nervous. he's there, hes with him. he fidgets the bone ring on his finger to soothe himself, akin to how he used to stroke his thumb along hannibal's smooth skin, gentle caresses in public and in bed.

most of all, will starts going to church again. not to pray, or worship. not to beg for hannibal back, demand answers for god's cruelty. he knows why. god is cruel because it feels good. he goes to show him. an insult to him and all he takes away. he stands in the pews and stares into the eyes of christ. will lives and he shows god every way that he defies him.

he never dates again. its not even a thought. he's asked out every now and then, once enough time as passed. they say he's widowed, he's not. will is hannibal's, always. he lives, he grows. he takes care of himself, follows his passions and pursuits. he thinks of death often, but continues on, knowing hannibal would take endless grief in will wasting his life, his beautiful mind blown a hole through with the shotgun under the bed. will has no faith in death to be anything at all, no belief that god would be kind enough to allow will to see hannibal once more. he lives, and he keeps living. but he is displaced, empty. never truly satisfied, never truly happy. and how could he be? he is but one half of a man, after all

[kiwibongos]

listen. if i drew fuyuhiko as majima, then i have to draw him as goromi.

[quietlyblooms-gone]

to be short and sweet about it, i’m alive!! and chiyo is too!! so are my other muses!! i’m just having a wee bit of a struggle and haven’t been here bc of that. i’ll be back, i promise! i just need a little more time. i’m sorry to anyone i worried, and thank you to everyone for being patient with me 💜

[valleymyristica]

⚞𓆩💜 By the side of perfection 💜𓆪⚟

To have someone dear as perfect as Peri. What makes you worthy of such a simple fact? What makes you special? Why does he care?

So many questions, but at least she can be happy that he is here

She's so happy to have Peri by their side

Thank you @eliottesweetheart For the request!

Words: 709 Read it below ᵔᵜᵔ

Peri is perfect. Just seeing him brings glee, as long as he is close, there is always a reason to be happy. His joy is like a spark igniting the dark. Eli really loves him, with all her heart.

Peri is perfect. Everyone knows. Didn’t fully understand it before, but getting to know him like she has. It’s understandable, they are right.

Peri is perfect.

Peri is perfect. A building fear. Peri is perfect. So it would only be fitting if the one that stood by his side was perfect too. Or at the very least, was a good fit, one he could be proud of.

Can he be proud of me?

Ever since Peri’s met them, his life has become far more of a mess.

“What is it you like about me?” They ask softly, pretending it’s just for fun and not a thought that has been plaguing their mind.

“Well,” he gives her such a sweet smile, “you’re kind and always there for me.” Anyone could do that. “You respect me and listen.” Anyone could do that, it’s not special. “And when I met you, you were the first person who saw me for me.” Anyone could do that, I was just first. “So, you’re special to me, I love you a lot.” He ends with a smile, always so sweet.

“I love you too.” Yet, she can’t understand. Can’t feel safe. It’s clear, she just got lucky. If she wasn’t here, he would surely be able to find someone else. Someone better. Someone more worthy. 

Why do you like me? They want to ask. Need to know. He just told her, but it didn’t feel like an answer. What makes me special? There is nothing special to be found. Was simply the first, that’s all.

As long as Peri is happy to have her around, she’ll be there. That’s what you do for those you love. If he finds someone better, she can let go. She has to. The important part is Peri being happy.

⚞𓆩💜𓆪⚟

Group Work. Another reason to dislike school. The only positive being when you can work with people you like. 

Everyone wants to work with Peri. Of course. Peri is perfect after all. Working with him is like a guarantee you’ll clear the class.

Didn’t get the guarantee. Goldie and Sammy did. At least those are people that Peri doesn’t mind working with. He’s sure to have a good time, they’re good people.

“Eli huh? Sad you didn’t get to ride on the tailcoats of your boyfriend?” Her group partner mocks. Irep.

She glares at him, she’s not like that, she’ll pull her weight. She’ll prove her worth.

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?” He continues, clearly enjoying the sliver of hurt she can’t will away.

“No. Don’t worry.” She’ll make Peri proud. Their project will be the second best for sure. Peri’s will clearly be the best. Of course.

“Second best?”

Huh? Did she say that out loud?

“We’re gonna be the best. I won’t be second. Again.” He glares at Peri so intently.

“Stop that.” She defends quietly under her breath. She wants to do a good job on the assignment, prove she can pull her weight. Show Peri that he can rely on her if they work together. 

Would that make her special?

Will she ever be special.

Voices.

Loud.

The only thing special about her.

The main reason Peri’s been brought down in the social ladder. How special. A halfling. Half-fairy. Half-lambana. Is that what makes her special? Is that why Peri likes her?

No.

Peri’s been quite clear, he doesn’t care about her origins.

So, why does he care about her? 

⚞𓆩💜𓆪⚟

“You’re Perfect.” Peri tells so softly, love clouding his eyes as the simple fact of having her near brings him comfort.

She smiles at him, so many changes they’ve gone through. Yet one thing remains the same. She loves Peri, just as he loves her.

No more school. No more bullies. No more social expectations.

No more worries.

They have each other.

And if it’s one thing all these years have proven. 

It’s the simple fact. 

That they always will.

Falling asleep in a beloved's arms, is truly the best way to end a day.

Tried to prevent this one from running from me, and I recall you wanting a happy end. I think one could easily expand this.

After all, the main idea was kinda like this is how Irep got to properly know Eli, and because they had to work together he could tell her whatever he wanted and stuff.

Then something like, "I can't believe I even for a moment thought you didn't like me, even though everything you've said always comes back to that simple fact." With the inner thought of, I'm horrible

Just imagining that thought plaguing their mind, and they don't really want to tell Peri. What would he think? He trusted them. Then they go and do that.

But then in the end, they still stay together, no secrets left hidden. For if you love someone, you can see past their faults.

"Would you do it again?"

"No."

Smile. Hug. She's great. So sweet.

Just need to work on that self-confidence a bit.

And then they end years later, still loving one another dearly.

Or something like that.

Regardless, I do hope you like it I'll be happy to hear what you think!

Was almost about to end it before the last little scene, but then I remembered you wanted a happy end. Hope it works ᵔᵜᵔ

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

i demand timbern for the ask game /jk

How dare you come into my asks and demand that I talk abt my favourite ship after I reblogged a ship ask game! /jk

I think it goes without question that I ship it lol

What made me ship it?

When I first got into DC (Tim Drake) the only Tim ship I was really aware of was timkon due to its immense popularity. I ended up really liking it (and still do!) but every now and then I'd see posts of people dunking on timber (mainly because they were bitter abt Tim not ending up with Kon). I decided to look into the ship more to see if it was really as bad as people made it out to be

And next thing I new I had a new favourite ship and favourite character lol (Bernard Dowd they could never make me hate you)

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

There are so many thing I love about them. But I think one thing that doesn't get talked about enough was how Bernard knew Tim before he knew Robin. Yes technically Tim was still Robin when they first met, but that got upturned relatively quickly and I think they spent more time together without Tim having Robin then vice versa. So many people in Tims life that he's close with knew the mask a while before they knew him (which is a fascinating relationship in itself) and E grieves is one of the few times we see Tim without any sort of mantle. I think that there's something special about the fact that Tim, with all his identity and attachment issues around his superhero identity, ended up with one of the few people who knew him (even for a short while) as just Tim Drake.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

The fact that they have less content then other ships that have been around for decades longer is enjoyable. It means you get to fill in the blanks

I feel like with ships that have been around for so long there's less room for ambiguity to fill up. Everything is already there for you, which is fun don't get me wrong! But having the freedom to be creative and come up with ideas in a way you couldn't otherwise is part of the fun

[everybodyshusband]

I hurt my ankle ;( could i possibly request for Regressed Dew getting comforted with his hurt ankle via swiss and mountain?

of course you can request that ! i'm sorry this took a while to write, dear anon. i hope your ankle is starting to feel better, love <3

It starts with a thud. The quiet noise of a certain fire ghoul falling onto the soft, wet grass, followed almost immediately by quiet sobs that Dewdrop is clearly doing his best to stifle. Mountain hears him first, the glass of the greenhouse thankfully allowing sound to pass through.

The earth ghoul's ear twitches in the direction of the distressed noises and he makes the decision to set down his trowel and investigate. He brushes the dirt from his hands onto his gardening apron, making sure to take if off and hang it up on its proper hook before walking out of the greenhouse and setting his eyes on Dewdrop.

The little ghoul is sitting on the ground, one leg drawn up close to his body, the other laying out straight in front of him, the ankle already beginning to swell. He's crying, which isn't always out of character for the fire ghoul depending on the situations he finds himself in, but the little hiccups he's letting out after every sob that escapes him can only mean one thing.

"Little one?" Dewdrop looks up when Mountain speaks, tears tracking down his cheeks. "Oh, my darling, are you hurt?" Mountain rushes over to Dewdrop and reaches a hand out, swiping his thumbs over the little ghoul's cheeks to rid his face of tears. It's a pointless effort (his tear ducts immediate work to replace any tears Mountain brushes away) but the way Dewdrop leans into Mountain's touch and closes his eyes signals to the earth ghoul that the little ghoul seems to appreciate the gesture.

"I- I wanted to say hi at you, so I runned," he tries to explain through his sobs. "But I falled over and ankle hurt..."

"Oh, love," Mountain sighs, pulling Dewdrop into a hug, careful to not jolt his injured ankle. "Should we take you up to the infirmary? Get you all fixed up?"

Dewdrop shakes his head emphatically through his hiccups. "No! Wanna Swissy cuddle," he pouts, wrapping his arms around himself to emphasise his point.

"You want to see Swiss?"

"Uh huh. Wanna Mountain and Swissy cuddle."

Mountain can't help the way his face splits into a genuine smile at Dewdrop's admission of wanting to be wrapped up in his hugs. "Well, sundew," (Dewdrop chirps happily at the nickname despite the fat tears still rolling down his cheeks) "how about I carry you back to the commons and we can wait for Swiss to meet us on the couch for cuddles, hmm?"

"Yeah!" The fire ghoul nods excitedly and claps his hands at Mountain's suggestion. The earth ghoul lifts him up as carefully as he can, purposefully avoiding contact with Dewdrop's sore ankle and slowly makes his way up the hill towards the ghouls' commons.

The walk isn't a long one, but with a squirming ghoul on his back with an ankle that shouldn't be moved about too much, the journey ends up taking almost double the time Mountain usually walks it in. The earth ghoul is mostly quiet, occasionally encouraging Dewdrop in his nonsensical babbling to ensure the little ghoul stays distracted from his pain, but he mostly stays quiet, content to focus on keeping Dewdrop's leg and ankle straight as he holds him.

"Mounty," Dewdrop starts, the earth ghoul immediately tuning back in. "Wossa 'commons'? You sayed 'commons' wossat mean?"

"You want to know what 'commons' means, love?" Mountain clarifies.

"Uh huh."

"It's a fast way to say 'common room'," he explains. "You know the room with the couches outside all of our bedrooms?" He elaborates once Dewdrop is silent for just a bit too long for him to have properly understood what Mountain originally meant.

"Ohh, the big room?"

"Yes, that's right, little one!" Mountain encourages. "The big room."

Dewdrop hums. "I like the big room. 'S warm. And Swissy gonna be there too!"

"Yes, he will." Mountain sends an anti-prayer to whatever lower power is listening that for Dewdrop's sake, Swiss will already be in the common room when he and the little ghoul arrive.

As luck would have it—or maybe that prayer really did work after all—Swiss is laying sideways over one of the armchairs, legs dangling over the one of the arms of the chair, his back resting against the other. "Hey, uh, Mount? I think you have a limpet stuck to your back," he teases, grinning.

"Swissy, 'm not a limpet!" Dewdrop protests as indignantly as he can manage. "Imma ghoul."

The multi ghoul smiles at Dewdrop's voice. "Oh, of course! How could I forget!" He rolls off of the armchair landing purposefully onto the floor with a loud thump, making Dewdrop giggle, the fire ghoul's entire body vibrating against Mountain's own.

"Swissy you're silly!" He laughs. "Mounty can you let me down p'ease? I wanna Swissy-Mounty cuddle now."

Mountain lowers Dewdrop onto one of the couches slowly, careful not to let anything bump his sore ankle before seating himself at Dewdrop's side and letting the little ghoul curl into his side. Dewdrop reaches an arm out and makes grabby hands in Swiss' general direction, encouraging him to join the mini ghoul pile.

The multi ghoul gladly approaches, but stops short once he catches sight of Dewdrop's ankle. "What happened, Dewy?"

Dewdrop glances down at his ankle and Mountain has to rub his back softly as the fire ghoul begins to tear up all over again. "Falled over..." he mumbles quietly.

"Awh, baby, you poor thing." Swiss kneels on the floor in front of the little ghoul and cradles his face in his hands. "D'you want me to try and make it feel a bit better now, or do you want to wait for Aether to help you later?"

"Mmm, I dunno..." Dewdrop has begun to twist his shirt in his hands as he does his best to answer Swiss' question. "Maybe... Aefer?"

"Good choice, love," Mountain mutters into Dewdrop's hair.

Swiss nods in agreement. "I'm sure it still hurts a lot, but Aeth'll patch you up in no time, little guy. Plus," he adds, whispering conspiratorially, "if you're really well-behaved when he fixes your ankle, he might have a couple stickers to spare for you, hmm? How does that sound, baby?"

"Stickers?" Dewdrop asks, mouth agape in surprise. "Want stickers!"

"Well then it's a very good thing you're such a good, well-behaved boy, isn't it, love?" Mountain strokes Dewdrop's hair as he speaks, sharing a soft smile with Swiss as the little ghoul begins purring and wriggling further into his hold. He inclines his head to Dewdrop's other side, glad when Swiss takes the hint to move from the couch to wrap his arms around the little ghoul. Dewdrop's purring kicks up a notch as Swiss joins him and Mountain on the couch, loudly reverberating against the two ghouls he's sandwiched between.

It may have started with the thud of Dewdrop falling over and injuring himself, but it ends with a happy fire ghoul purring, sandwiched in between two of his loving packmates, their arms wrapped tightly around him as they calm him down.

[serkanbalik]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: @aslansoykan - Aslan Soykan 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Post Yacht Party - Serkan or Aslan's House (idk you pick!)

"I didn't come out here to clean up other people's shit!" His voice nearly echoed with the way that he was speaking; not that he cared, the entire town deserved to know how pissed off he'd been about this entire situation. The yacht party had been nothing short of a shit show at the end; nothing had gone according to plan and not only did he have to clean up the act of Tati's stupidity, but Vince's too. "What the fuck do we do now?" he questioned, hands grasped into fists as he looked at Aslan. The two worked closely together enough as it was; he had confidence they'd figure it out together, but, even the confidence the man had in the two of them together didn't make him any more comfortable about the target on Kurtlar's back. "This is fucking bullshit."

[the-blossica-fan]

Guess who got injured not once, but twice at work today. Nothing serious, but I think this calls for Mesmer Jr to suffer a bit.

Also, to answer your question from last time, Mesmer Jr is growing on me as a character from not really having a strong opinion on her at the beginning. Also she's just really easy to put into situations.

Anyways, there'll be two for this time:

1: Mesmer Jr has been having trouble sleeping. Well, more than usual, at least. She'll suddenly wake up in the middle of the night unable to move and see a shadowy figure standing by her bedside, looking down at her. After several nights like this it is somehow revealed that it was Voyager, wanting to apologize for sending her to the Actors AU by accident that one time(she does it to Actor Mesmer as well).

2: Ezra and Mesmer Jr bodyswap for a week.

Have fun with these, and I wish you a lovely rest of your day~!

You're getting injured quite frequently, I hope it's nothing life altering or that can have consequences to your health aside from pain or bruises, if it does get dangerous do treat them fairly.

It's hard to say Mesmer gets any sleep, her dreamless sleeps have been consuming her overworked brain to a point where a single hour nap could be like sleeping for eight hours and the other way around. Though, Mesmer is aware of her sleeping habits, so this strange thing of waking up in the middle of the night so frequently began to cause concern.

She's almost a hundred percent sure the footsteps and rustling sounds are not from Vertin, as she has asked before and received a standard response such as "I don't break into anyone's room past nighttime, so ruling her out left her with no one to suspect. So, she had to make a plan, a simple one: pretend to sleep, wait for the sounds, shine a flashlight at the intruder.

In her mind, that's a simple but effective plan indeed.

So she laid still, as she did every night, and waited for the usual sounds. Footsteps, the door unlocking, rustling sounds, and a weight by the side of her bed. Curious, she hadn't noticed that, but it made her work easier.

She pointed the flashlight at the side of her bed quickly, making sure not to miss, and then she saw... Voyager.

"Hmm--?" The astral being scrunched up her face at the light, making a sound similar to a hiss, but not quite.

"...Oh" And Mesmer had not a lot to say about this. In fact, it made sense, but not quite. Why would Voyager break into her room?

She lowered the flashlight, raising an eyebrow before moving to turn on the lights, receiving a pleased hum from the intruder.

"Voyager, right?" The astral being nodded in response, squinting her eyes.

Sorry, must've been painful to the eye... Still, quite deserved.

"What are you doing inside of my room? For the past two weeks no less" Mesmer sighed as she adjusted her position in bed, getting back under the covers. "Do you have no one else to bother?"

"Hmm..." Voyager didn't respond with anything that could be easily translated, just a hum and a frown. She then lowered her head and whispered: "I'm sorry"

"...? For what? Breaking into my room multiple times? Yes, you should be."

"..." Voyager shook her head "For... The incident of sending you to the other..." She didn't finish her sentence, but the point got across.

"Ah, that. Don't worry about it, it's been a month, I don't care anymore"

"Oh"

An awkward silence took over the room. Apparently that's all Voyager wanted to say, but it seemed excessive to break into the room of the sleep deprived Mesmer for it.

"And, is that all? Is that why you broke into my room multiple times?"

"...Give you a better sleep..."

"You made it worse"

Voyager lowered her head, looking like a kicked puppy. How pitiful. "...I'm sorry"

Mesmer sighed, choosing to not say anything else for Voyager's sake. Not because she felt rather guilty of her behaviour, what? Instead, she pointed at the switch. "Turn off the lights, I still need to sleep"

Voyager did so without hesitation and went back to her spot, watching Mesmer sleep as she had done for the past week (or weeks, Mesmer wasn't counting).

Mesmer sighed, rubbed her eyes and stared at where she assumed Voyager would be with a tired gaze. God knows she needs a night of rest after all of this.

"Why are you still here?"

"Give you a better sleep"

"...No, it'd rather you leave"

"Oh..."

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If X's lovely machine for his "Xtreme Talent" show hadn't gone wrong, Mesmer would be enjoying an evening of taking care of a patient's mental health and reviving traumas of theirs and sometimes of hers. Though, without it, they wouldn't be here.

Ezra, in her body, sat awkwardly on a chair, looking apologetic as if this had been his fault. In a way, it was. He gave X the mushrooms for the experiment, so he must feel guilty for it.

"Oops! Seems I overdosed the machine with the wrong mushroom spores. My bad" X simply shrugged with a nonchalant expression.

Oh, how she wanted to strangle that guy.

"Uhm, Miss Mesmer, please don't worry" Ezra, like the pacifier he always has been, took Mesmer's glare away from X. "The effects of this specific spore is not as lasting as its counterpart, this should only last for twelve to sixteen hours at most"

What a nightmare.

"No need to worry" Mesmer rubbed her temples, Ezra's gloves felt uncomfortable against her skin, which also felt uncomfortable. "I can still work with the patients in this body"

"Negative," Said X. "Your expressions don't match with Ezra's, and your arcane skill is no longer the same; I'd recommend not going to the Laplace rehabilitation center for the duration of this exchange"

He says "recommend", yet Mesmer can see he has written a letter to excuse both Ezra and Mesmer from work.

It would be nice if it wasn't because of him.

"...Fine," It didn't take much convincing. Well, it would have, but she relied on her arcane skill for her treatment, so what else could she do?

"Don't worry, Miss Mesmer, I can learn how to manage your arcane skill and help the patients you are required to take care of today" Ezra's confidence would have been charming if he wasn't trying to fix the skirt or the shirt Mesmer usually wore.

"I'd rather you don't, thank you"

"Ah... Well, you're right. Learning a new arcane skill in such a short amount of time would be problematic for my, and your, health, as I don't know the basics of your arcane skills and could confuse it with mine"

Mesmer didn't continue listening to his ramblings. It already felt strange looking at her own face smiling so brightly and without a care, and the added weight of Ezra's equipment began to tire her.

Thankfully, it would only be for sixteen hours, right?

. . . .

It did not, in fact, last sixteen hours. The first few hours were peaceful, by hour sixteen, Ezra began to do research over why they hadn't changed yet.

What they did change, however, was garments. Neither could handle their clothing. Especially Ezra, he couldn't deal with the skirt or the exposed chest. Or the chest in general.

Turns out he confused spores, the weak spores he meant to give X were mixed with the cousin of that mushroom, a much stronger variant of it, whose effect meant to last from a hundred and sixty eight hours to a hundred and seventy five hours.

A week, to be more specific.

And good lord, they both hated the idea.

"I cannot leave work for a week, I have patients to attend to"

"Ah! The research on the strange mushroom I collected on Friday! If I leave it for too long, the mushroom's properties could not be the same as before!"

The awkward part of working side by side had to be pushed away, or else they'd have to pay the consequences of not taking care of their business for longer than expected.

Mesmer could manage just fine Ezra's arcane skill, and Ezra could at least use the artificial somnambulism machine perfectly. Mesmer's arcane skills are not to be messed with by a rookie, or so said Mesmer.

They'd rather not speak about sleeping, changing and bathing, however. That part of their week in hell has been erased from their minds.

[electricea]

also just on another note, i heard about misty's va (rachael lillis) dying - growing up with pokemon always meant so much to me as a kid, it really was my comfort fandom before i knew what a comfort fandom was and among other things, i used to love watching pokemon as a kid and even had some of the tapes - misty was such a strong character and i loved how decisive she was and how she wasn't afraid to get into squabbles with ash, whilst still being a steadfast and supportive friend and it was always cool seeing her arsenal of water pokemon. jessie is also just an undisputed queen, truly someone who picks herself up time after time in the face of defeat and still perseveres and slays. rest in peace and thank you for so many amazing memories and bringing these lovely ladies (among others) to life.

[sarastuss]

me telling my body to kick this flu's ass already

[cervicorvus]

Some Homestuck beach doodles based on a recent unfortunate sunscreen incident that definitely didn’t happen to me ft the aftermath of said incident and why “shirtless Jake English” is now viable on an insurance claim on Earth C 👀

[mielmoto]

remaining quiet through the holidays, but slowly working through my inbox and drafts to load the queue and reappear in 2025—but most importantly: I hope you're all doing well! happy holidays to all who celebrate, and good tidings regardless. every year has its ups and downs, and there may be plenty of rough times ahead, but we have each other and our little joys to hold us through.

may you find rest, excitement, and good company in all equal measure. mwah mwah, kiss kiss, merry merry and happy new year!

[radiantxfruits]

PROMO

"The hero and the warrior were like the sun and the moon..." RADIANTXFRUITS: an AU LMK blog featuring Sun Wukong and Six Ear Macaque. Portrayed by yours truly, Berry!

[byanyan]

spent most of my day just completely zoned out negl