#;mechanicosmia

[tsume-awase]

@mechanicosmia insufferable bastard strikes again! cont from here

A laugh buzzes against his lips, rich and warm enough to (almost) earn an upwards twitch of Kamakiri’s mouth. A slow breath escapes him when Sil’s arms snake around him, pulling just-so to seat him upon his lap.

Instinct--this one newly honed, markedly different from practiced dodges and sharp strikes--brings Kamakiri’s hand to Sil’s face, another to his shoulder, gentle, despite his sour tone. 

There’s a beat after the kiss ends before his eyes flutter open and he looks up. 

Whatever softness the gesture itself had inspired dies promptly when Sil oh so befittingly opts to settle his lips at his ear and--damn it all--

He fights back the shiver that threatens to run down his spine when the mer comes close. Much as he loathes to admit it, there’s little else to do when Sil strikes such low, deliberate notes in his voice, and their mutual awareness of the fact only makes it more infuriating. 

It’s truly incredible how one can make courtesy, intentional or not, so unbelievably rude. 

“Reading between the damn lines would be a nice start...” he breathes, twining his fingers absently through Sil’s hair. 

“--and maybe not asking stupid questions you know the answers to...”

#;ic #;mechanicosmia #THIS MOTHERFUCKER...............i love him

[oneremains]

“ I CANNOT HELP BUT CONSIDER THIS.. FORM.. A MOCKERY. ”    casually, the khan leant back in their chair, fingers steepling together as boots kicked up to rest ‘pon the nearest table.  “ OF YOU, OF COURSE.   THE TRIBUNAL. ”   a pause, and a smile curled up their lips, though it didn’t reach their eyes.   “ AH. IF ONLY VEHK WERE HERE NOW. ”

@mechanicosmia​​   ♡’d   for   a   starter.

#mechanicosmia #boots on the table like the disrespectful jackass nerevar is

[balsamina]

@mechanicosmia​

It had been said that a Clefable’s hearing was so acute that it could detect the sound of a pin dropping from over a mile away. As the long-time trainer of a Clefable, Lusamine had her doubts in this statement-- but it is indeed her Clefable who first manages to find the one they’ve been looking for.

Having followed the nearly imperceptible sound of something shifting through the brush, the fairy takes up a perch beside the stranger, appearing as if from nowhere, and begins to pluck at his hair and clothes with stubby, curious fingers.

#mechanicosmia #v: ??? #well....i hope you like long overdue and very short starters!!!! #(please let me know if you want anything changed 😭)

[yoxngmadnxss]

@mechanicosmia  

Jenna stared at the professor when he entered the room, having been called into the small office at the orphanage being told she was being adopted. She had suspected some stranger, someone after the money from the government to fund a bad habit. Not the guy who’d been teaching her complicated math for about a month.

“What the fuck.”

“Language Jenna - this kind man has offered to adopt you. He’s also purchasing the orphanage and renaming it. Thank you again, Mr. Sil.” The now-former owner of the place scolded Jenna, before immediately acting like he wasn’t worthy to be there. 

#mechanicosmia #'someday things will change' ( modern verse ) #( I got a lot of muse suddenly you don't gotta answer if you don't want )

[laetanxavis]

mechanicosmia answered your ask: “i love you, but i really fucking hate you...

Janus simply sighed at that. That look... the ear tilted back like that. He knew that he was a fool but he wasn’t blind to Sil’s hurt expression -- however subtle it was. 

“No, you listen...” he winced at his own tone before settling into something gentler. “I... can’t take this anymore -- the drinking a-and the stealing from my people’s tombs. I know you don’t care about their opinions but it’s gotten to the point where you’re disrespecting me.”

#mechanicosmia

[marshfirc]

     “ Imagine being so bothered by two people getting engaged that you’ll actively try to sabotage it. ”

#ιc | ρσѕιтισи αиd ρσlιcιεѕ αяε ιяяεlεναит #kvvatch #mechanicosmia #[elona @ the anons: don't y'all have anything better to to?]

[humanitylost]

@mechanicosmia​ { x }

A laugh escapes her. Yeah, that’s about what she expected after the amount of time she’s been gone. That doesn’t stop her from putting on a fake pout and acting as if she was hurt.

“Awww, don’t tell me you forgot about lil ol’ me for a second there? I’m hurt Rix.” Reily pulls down her hood, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I hop from dimension to dimension only to find out my favorite demon barely remembers me. Guess I did take a while to come back around huh?”

#{{ ☬ Dancing with a Devil ☬ - Arixis/mechanicosmia }} #{{ ☣ Traversing the Multiverse ☣ - Crossover }} #{{ ☣ Half Dead and all Attitude ☣ - Reily Halloway }} #mechanicosmia

[weidzmiin]

@mechanicosmia

You still in the doghouse with the great and powerful nameless moon?

#mechanicosmia #I heard some. Noise. #ic

[inerevarine]

mechanicosmia replied to your post

:/

“ may i help you, ald ekilam? come to murder me again? ”

#mechanicosmia #hover for translation #i'm still laughing

[tsume-awase]

@mechanicosmia

“...”

Kamakiri’s chest aches at the sight of Sil looking so forlorn, so distraught. The mer sits in strained silence by the bed, bent low all at once under the weight of innumerable years. Frustration sits familiarly on Sil’s features, but defeat? Despondence? It seems to drag the very air itself low and oppressive on their shoulders.

He swallows. It feels cruel to stand and observe him this way, like some historian reflecting on unknown epochs. The poignance of Sil’s distress has struck him still and stiff.

That won’t do at all. 

“...hey.”

He approaches, reaches to brush his fingertips feather-light against Sil’s shoulder. When he receives no response, he takes a seat at his side. 

“You want to know something I really,” fluttering nerves nearly seal his throat shut, but he persists. Now isn’t the time. “...really love about you?”

Silence. Kamakiri takes a breath and holds it, wills his thoughts together into coherency. 

"You make me feel...important. Not because of who you are, or what you're capable of, or that you...I don’t know. Chose me. However you’d call it.”

His breath leaves in a rueful laugh, gaze faltering. “Though i guess that's part of it too. but it's.”

Again, the words seem to stick to his tongue, and Kamakiri concentrates. brow furrowed. 

“I-It's like...the way you see the world. That you've been here for so long and look at things so differently but you don't just...give up on it.”

I would. That part sits ugly and unspoken in the back of his mind, but it’s unimportant, utterly dwarfed by the warmth that settles over him when he thinks of Sil teaching, head held high and eyes gleaming.

“You believe in what you're doing after all this time and I just...so many self-proclaimed skeptics love using knowledge to shut people out and make them feel small--make everything feel small and worthless and like it's a waste of effort to even care when it's all vast and empty in the end.

...but you look at it all and--and you take in these innumerable variables and you make me remember how--how unbelievable it is that it all exists to begin with. You make me want to do everything I can for the universe I live in. Like you do. You make me feel like. Like what I do could matter. And that’s amazing, okay? It...it really is.” 

#;ic #;mechanicosmia #ah...tender icons. excellent #how to set aside ur nerves and reservations with admitting love? just have ur s/o be really cosmically depressed and let love guide u

[tenebriism]

@mechanicosmia ;;

                         one  ‘  strange  thing  ‘  gets  a  poke  here.  another,  a  poke  there.  nothing  about  this  place  looks  even  REMOTELY  close  to  the  shapes  and  symbols  on  the  map  he  holds,  and  part  of  him  is  beginning  to  think  he’s,  perhaps,  taken  a  very  wrong  turn.  that,  or  the  whirlwind  he’d  failed  to  steer  away  from  had  thrusted  him  somewhere  otherwise  inaccessible,  rendering  him  woefully  ill  prepared  for  whatever  TRAILS  this  strange  temple  had  in  store.  majority  of  his  belongings  had  been  scattered  amidst  the  accident,  too  --  bow,  arrows,  bombs,  ALL  of  it !  --  leaving  him  with  his  trusty  blade,  shield,  and  the  bright  green  (  and  brown,  now,  thanks  to  the  dirt...  oh,  his  grandma  would  have  a  FIT  )  garbs  that  hugged  his  short  form.

#mechanicosmia #[ HE GETS A SMOL. #:"D Enjoy the smol <33 ] #muse ;; LINK ( THREADS )

[starsmuserainbow]

[[ @mechanicosmia liked (and commented on) my call, so here’s a starter for Rajrashi!]]

It was a difficult thing, to accept that she was going to be stuck here, at least for a while. There always was the possibility that her friends would find a way to open a way to get her back, but from what she learned so far, that didn’t seem very likely. So Starfire shouldn’t continue to just hope they’d come, she had to face the possible fate of staying here for some time. Which meant getting more accustomed to the world - usually a thing she enjoyed a lot, and so she tried to focus on the exploring and learning instead of what, or rather who, she was missing. It worked well enough, soon she was fascinated enough by this very different place to be more of her usual, cheery self.

Especially once she spotted another being, of a species she hasn’t seen so far. She would remember to have seen one of it, at least as long as they all shared the same feline features that immediately got Starfire’s attention. A humanoid cat! Immediately rushing over, barely able to contain her excitement enough to make herself land again once she had flitted over, Starfire beamed at her. “My greetings! Oh, you are most adorable! Are you belonging to a species that carries such feline features? It is most fascinating that such exists in this world!” Only after hurriedly saying all this did she realize how that might come across, and giggled a little sheepishly. “My apologies. I did not wish to be rude. I have only recently come here, and everything is very new and exciting for me.” As was proper, Starfire bowed a little now, to add an introduction too - well, as much as she could give in a world where neither her home planet nor the name of her team had any meaning. “I am called Starfire.”

#mechanicosmia #idk how common khajiit are in the cwc so if they are common we can simply say this is right when she starts her learning of the wolrd #also I have a feeling rushing around and calling strangers adorable is a thing that brought starfire to ... 'situations' before xD #(or calling them out on 'features' that others don't have... ) #let me know if you'd like something to be changed (or something else entirely)!

[yoxngmadnxss]

@mechanicosmia ASK

Jenna tried to take notes along with the lecture, scribbling down on the side ways she thought the problems would be solved. That didn’t stop her from glancing over at the people next to her to try and understand how they were being worked.

She glanced up from her seat and down to the front, blinking as she was addressed. “Um... I’m supposed to be seven blocks away at the CPS office. But I got ignored - so I left.”

#mechanicosmia #‘someday things will change’ ( modern verse ) #( YESSS )

[laetanxavis]

@mechanicosmia

The great eye had gazed upon him. Before he didn’t know how to describe the unwritten sky, the colorless gears beneath him, the motionless sea. There were no words because words didn’t exist here. No Grey Maybe since the question had never been asked in such a place. Even if you could call it a place... for all lay in still in a world that never was -- a stillborn Nirn. 

And yet here he was -- a fleshless being. Janus sobs as his mouth recoalesces into something he once thought knew. Besides him rests Janus of Tamriel, the one he assumed he was. The creature sobs once more, causing the land to sigh at the presence of his own despair, as the realization overwhelms him. Janus Murgi, the young Psijic monk born in the sand of the Alik’r, died the moment he passed through the un-maw of this un-realm. His death... inspired a motionless gear to turn and thus the eyeless opened its eyes and the breathless began to breath. 

He was born from an unborn world. After all the Wheels always hungered yet their desperation created something new. Janus knew that he was both the mother and the child -- an extension of this Nirn That Never Was. He was home in all manners of the word. His bones were its scaffolding, his blood the gearwork, and most importantly, his flesh and skin were untime made physical. His memories, however, were created on the Nirn Made From Bones. Dreams and glimpses of sand and the stars guided him towards Mundus. A pinpoint really within a great expanse but his body moves without prompting towards him. 

He’s moving now. Janus isn’t sure if it’s his legs doing the work but a half-formed hand pushes the door open to his abode. His fingers, now developing the sensation of touch, grasp at everything in sight. A chair, the wall, the kitchen countertop. All to help ground him from the energy, radiant and beautiful like a heart beating, that he senses. Stumbling towards said energy, he tries to reach out, hoping for answer. 

“S-Sil...?” 

#mechanicosmia #v: into the primordial #me me likes this AU so much #but gawddamn it's hard to write weird shit like this #tw body horror

[infestationofmuses]

@mechanicosmia

     “I am quite sorry! I spaced out, I didn’t mean to bump into you!” the bug quickly apologized, backing away and giving a bow to the other with his apology. The slender leader looked to the stranger and tilted his head to the side. “I am not from... around here... I hope it isn’t rude to ask, but where am I?”

#mechanicosmia

[humanitylost]

“Man, do I really love my stupid demon husband~ He’s great, the best actually. Totally the best man ever.”

#{{ ☬ Dancing with a Devil ☬ - Arixis/mechanicosmia }} #mechanicosmia #{{ ☠ One Foot in the Grave ☠ - Main Verse }} #//Reily loves her husband