🍭𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐎!!🍰

Anti-Tulpar Mason ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[antitulparmason]

𝙒𝙤𝙖𝙝!! 𝘿𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 !! (｡>﹏<)

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ- ˙ . ꒷ 🍰 .

𖦹˙—𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 •ﻌ• 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑!! (⊙ _ ⊙ )

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘪!𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳…

𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦 (𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭) 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 21 𝘺/𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫@𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝟏𝟔+ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 (𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬) 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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[anti-tulpar-anya]

The Icarus was mostly quiet deep into the ship's "night" cycle. Other than the hum of the mechanics working smoothly the ship was quiet.

The silence was broken by the sound of a weak cry, and then a sniffle.

" n...no, no....!! Go away! " a familiar intern's voice whimpers.

(This is NOT SA this is him having a night terror)

-@antitulparmason

It's not like Anya were asleep.

Even if the cot in her quarters were made of the softest materials in this galaxy; it felt like stone against her back, and the dull steel of the ceiling seemed more appealing to look at than the darkness that she saw whenever she closed her eyes.

She thought of getting up many times during this time of the night cycle. But she couldn't stomach the thought of walking into the lounge and being faced with that damn screen and that damn moon. A complete mockery of calm and serenity greeting her like a slap in the face. Trying to lure her into a false sense of inner peace. No. No. No...

Get away?

She sits up instantaneously - fully alert now, almost sweating. She doesn't know why. Her heart hits her throat, and it's painful, even. Makes her choke.

“ Mason? ” Sounded like him, didn't it? Takes a few minutes to get to her feet but then she's in the hallway; their rooms are tightly knitted together, only fitting to have the only thing separating her from her intern being a wall. Only fitting to give her as little peace as possible.

The door to his quarters peels open and she immediately steps inside, clutching a hairbrush she didn't even remember picking up.

“ What the hell is this-? ” Her tone borders on irritation and utter concern.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

She narrowly avoids the bottle. Bless those reflexes of hers - it zips past her ear and makes a hollow thunk somewhere in the hallway. Didn't even manage to close the door before he went all defensive on her.

“ Mason. ” She mimics back to him, honestly a little more rattled by this than she'd like to let on. Sure, she's never had a peaceful night on Icarus; but she's never had a night quite like this one, either.

She doesn't get any closer to him. Who knows what else he could lob at her in this state? She only tries to curb the urge to yell at him, inhaling, and exhaling.

“ ... What's all this about? Did your nightlight run out of battery in here? ”

[antitulparmason]

Mason was breathing heavily, his hands gripped the cheap blanket. He swallowed some spit, letting out of breath. He seemed to trying to come back to Earth--...well, space... "...N...No...the battery is fine," he whispered.

There was nothing but pure fear in his eyes, unfiltered. He was sweating slightly, trying to calm himself down. He stared at her, as if he was scared she was coming to kill him or something.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

The Icarus was mostly quiet deep into the ship's "night" cycle. Other than the hum of the mechanics working smoothly the ship was quiet.

The silence was broken by the sound of a weak cry, and then a sniffle.

" n...no, no....!! Go away! " a familiar intern's voice whimpers.

(This is NOT SA this is him having a night terror)

-@antitulparmason

It's not like Anya were asleep.

Even if the cot in her quarters were made of the softest materials in this galaxy; it felt like stone against her back, and the dull steel of the ceiling seemed more appealing to look at than the darkness that she saw whenever she closed her eyes.

She thought of getting up many times during this time of the night cycle. But she couldn't stomach the thought of walking into the lounge and being faced with that damn screen and that damn moon. A complete mockery of calm and serenity greeting her like a slap in the face. Trying to lure her into a false sense of inner peace. No. No. No...

Get away?

She sits up instantaneously - fully alert now, almost sweating. She doesn't know why. Her heart hits her throat, and it's painful, even. Makes her choke.

“ Mason? ” Sounded like him, didn't it? Takes a few minutes to get to her feet but then she's in the hallway; their rooms are tightly knitted together, only fitting to have the only thing separating her from her intern being a wall. Only fitting to give her as little peace as possible.

The door to his quarters peels open and she immediately steps inside, clutching a hairbrush she didn't even remember picking up.

“ What the hell is this-? ” Her tone borders on irritation and utter concern.

[antitulparmason]

Mason was laying there, on the cot. His chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be staring into space, yet they were full of horror. His breaths were quick and shallow, his hands trembling at his sides. The stickers on his face were all over the pillow from sleep.

A whimper left his lips, but when she stepped in he seemed to snap out of the haze, grabbing a bottle of his meds and throwing it at her.

"GET AWAY!" He screamed, before realizing it was Anya. His hands fell back to his sides and his eyes looked up at her–still wide as ever.

"....A-..Anya?..." His voice sounded distrustful, like he wasn't sure if it was her or an alien in disguise.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ Save it. ” She turns abruptly, tossing the opened snickers bar onto the counter before storming off without another word.

[antitulparmason]

He gulped, walking off to sulk in his quarters.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ You little punk. ” She reaches out to grab him, out of anger - but suddenly thinks better of it; pulling her hand back, fingers clenching into a fist.

[antitulparmason]

" I can fix it!! " He whimpers, " I'll fix it! "

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

...

She blinks. Slowly.

[antitulparmason]

His eyes widened fully, stepping back. "I'm so so so sorry!! I'm sorry!!"

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ Rude. ” She places a hand on his face. Pushing him away, firmly.

“ Hasn't your mother ever taught you how to ask for something? ”

[antitulparmason]

He whined, grabbing her sleeve and accidentally ripping it. He gasped.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

She holds it up in the air. Short people problems.

[antitulparmason]

" Hey! " He jumped up, pulling at her sleeve.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ If you wanted some, you wouldn't be down there, would you? You'd be up here, where you could get some. ”

[antitulparmason]

He jumped up grab it from the taller woman.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

She pauses.

“ No? ”

[antitulparmason]

" I want some! " He looked at her like a 19th century orphan who hadn't eaten in weeks.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ No, you don't. ” Ah. Mind games.

[antitulparmason]

He frowns, " yes I do! "

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

She pauses.

“ No? ”

[antitulparmason]

" I want some! " He looked at her like a 19th century orphan who hadn't eaten in weeks.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

Well... That's not really a response... She raises the bar to her mouth.

[antitulparmason]

" No! " He squeaks.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ If I don't, who will? ”

[antitulparmason]

He whimpered.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

She unwraps the snickers bar.

[antitulparmason]

He gulps

" ...a-...a are you going to eat that? "

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ Well? ”

[antitulparmason]

" well what? "

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

She pulls out a snickers bar.

[antitulparmason]

His eyes widen

[anti-tulpar-anya]

" Please don't be mad at me, Anya! " He yelped, his hands in his pockets clenched the packet of Skittles tightly.

“ Christ, kid. When you beg like that - I only feel bad. ” Which was strange, for her.

[anti-tulpar-anya]

“ Mason. ”

[antitulparmason]

" ....what? "