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INTRODUCTION POST .
this is a side-blog to @pixels-hub for my original characters.
DISCLAIMER ; THIS BLOG IS INACTIVE !
RULES AND ABOUT .
MUSES . most ( if not all ) of my ocs have multiple face claims ! this is to avoid confusion or discomfort if two ocs happen to have the same main fc.
STARTER CALLS . length will vary.
ACTIVITY STATUS : hiatus.
human ocs move over i need to add my robots RIGHT now
STOP BEING EMOTIONALLY HARD TO READ, THAT’S MY THING .
Was he really acting like a kicked puppy? Verglas couldn’t help but feel guilty as Nebula gave a brief summary of the report. It was embarrassing that his partner had to read the document. Even more embarrassing that Verglas wasn’t certain as to the name of the current street they were on.
“Yes, thank you,” he said, softly. His mouth felt dry. Which, honestly? Wasn’t surprising, given his regular body temperature, but this felt different. Verglas awkwardly folded his hands behind his back and strode closer to the crime scene. Unbeknownst to him, he was leaving frozen footprints behind him. His nerves were wrung high. Nebula was sure to notice that something was wrong.
The area was starting to clear out. Police officers and investigators were finishing up, and heading out. Nebula and Verglas would have free reign of the area shortly, which is when they usually did their best work. “Nebula,” Verglas said, after inspecting the street and the skid marks from one of the vehicles that had been hit. “What street are we on?” Maybe if he asked it in this way, his partner wouldn’t think something was up. He was framing it to sound as though he just needed confirmation, rather than simply not knowing.
gaze rises from the clipboard he’s looking over to glance at his partner, who has begun to inspect the crime scene ━ or nebula would think that, if it wasn’t so obvious verglas has something else on his mind. clipboard lowers, and he follows suit, careful to avoid slipping on the icy footprints that litter his path. he stops a few steps behind them, and pauses to think. his hand raises to rub the prickles of his stubble, and he takes a quick peek at the report again just to be sure.
❝ we’re on west eighty-seventh. not that i think it matters, though, ❞
and a hand raises to rest on vee’s shoulder. the uncomfortably numbing pain wraps around his fingertips ; not quite frostbitten but still at a concerning enough temperature.
❝ by the time we’re done here there won’t be any crime scene left to investigate. ❞
head does an unsubtle nod towards the pavement where they’re standing, gesturing towards the icy contamination below them.
❝ no point if the road’s a damn ice rink. tell me what’s wrong. was it the report ? it didn’t seem like anyone got seriously hurt. . . ❞
man it has been a hot minute since i last posted on here . . . if anyone is interested, i have just started running my art blog over at quiescxxnce !
art school has been rly hectic, and i haven't had much time to write, but i think i'm going to try to get back into it soon !! seems a lot of my mutuals over the past year have disappeared, so maybe i will make a new promo ?
A TERRIBLE LIAR .
Verglas was quiet following Nebula’s response. His movement finally stilled as he came to rest on his back, eyes peering tiredly up at the ceiling. Finally, he let out a soft breath. “My brain won’t shut down for the night,” he answered, voice softer than it was previously. Visions of blood splattering onto the floor and flames dancing in his vision earned a shiver down his spine.
Verglas closed his eyes momentarily as he attempted to push the invading thoughts away. “Nothing serious.” He attempted to reign in his body temperature, now that he was actively awake. Nebula would likely appreciate a warmer environment. “You may not need sleep, but we both know you enjoy it,” he mumbled.
nothing serious ? last he checked, rest is vital for those who actually need it, let alone heroes. although he would like ( very much ) not to care. . . he does. it doesn’t help when verglas speaks with him so familiarly.
❝ i’d be lying if i said i didn’t. ❞
admission comes in the form of a restless grumble, and he stirs with some effort to sit up. layers of blankets still wrapping around him, he gives an exaggerated sigh, and looks down at his partner.
❝ that’s kind of a vague-ass answer though. is it embarrassing or something ? did i turn into a big scary dream monster and eat you ? ❞
ONCE AGAIN I CARRY THIS TEAM .
There are a lot of downsides to having been created specifically to be the ultimate soldier. Things, such as being grown in a tube, not having a childhood because you were grown in a tube, and so forth. Verglas was brought into the world, then had every single war tactic and formation shoved down his throat. Outside of that, he was never given an education. He didn’t get the chance to learn to read or write. He was never taught math.
So, when a police officer suddenly shoved a file into Verglas’ hands with an order to “Read that”, he froze. Sure, there had been plenty of times that police reports were pushed into his hands, but he was always able to work around it. He would ask the officer to explain things in their own words, or he would find a secluded area to use an app on his phone that would read writing out to him. This time, however, was different. The officer had walked away, and Nebula was staring at him, expectantly.
Verglas peered down at the paper, squinting. It just looked like chicken scratch to him. The fins on either side of his head drooped as a realization hit. Verglas slowly looked to Nebula, who was still staring at him, waiting for a debrief. Verglas gripped the clipboard hard enough that ice began forming beneath his fingers.
“Nebula,” he said, quietly. The clipboard was offered to the other, though Verglas was staring very intently at the ground. “What does this say?”
officer is paid no mind, his gaze drifting elsewhere with disinterest. today's work has been so boring he could fall asleep standing, why would a superhero waste time reading reports when they could be diving into action ? it’s a good thing verglas is such a well-spoken and upstanding guy, nebula would have trashed that report without reading a single word. anticipating what he’s sure is about to be a long and dreary debrief, he looks to verglas, who should give the rundown any second now. . . any minute now. or not ? brow quirks at verglas’ gesture, who is clearly expecting nebula to take the clipboard.
❝ what am i, your friggin’ secretary ? fine, whatever, just stop acting like a kicked puppy. ❞
report is snatched somewhat irritably from verglas’ grasp, and only then does nebula take notice of the frosty surface where it had been held. he’s gotten to know his partner’s tells pretty well by now ; there’s a good chance that the contents of the report are either upsetting, or perhaps verglas is having difficulty with english again. either way, he provides a generously half-assed summary,
❝ it’s an incident report. couple a’ car crashes were caused by some crazy bastard in a mech suit, probably got tired of picking his ass and putting gundams together. this is the last street he was seen on, ❞
and index finger points to the page.
❝ got it ? ❞
@lapisdragon01 ; Nebula, are you and Verglas dating? unprompted starters ━ always accepting.
❝ no, we just live together, sleep in the same bed, and spend almost every waking moment together. we’re just reeeally good friends. ❞
some rough headshot sketches of nebula and ( @lapismuses oc ) verglas !
doing a major mutuals sweep !
starter call , feel free to combine multiple prompts !
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IT’S WHITE BOY WINTER .
Verglas can’t help the amused smile that forms on his face. Poor Nebula looked as though he were seconds away from freezing into a solid, rather than the liquid-like substance the other was actual made of. While the cold was certainly ideal for Verglas, it was not for Nebula.
With an apologetic glance, Verglas turned the temperature down, raising it to a hotter degree. Something that would be manageable for the both of them. If it became too hot, Verglas could always go for a walk. “Too cold, my friend? I think it’s perfect. This time of year is when I thrive,” he hummed, a smile on his face.
“I was created to thrive in Russia’s winters, after all. I enjoy the cold, though I know you do not.” A whistling sound echoed from the kitchen, notifying Verglas of the surprise he had for Nebula. “One moment,” he tossed over his should as he entered the kitchen. Moments later, he reappeared wearing thick oven mitts with a steaming cup in his hands. “Here- to help with the cold,” he said, smiling, as he offered his roommate the cup of hot chocolate.
although visibly frustrated, his expression softens up a touch as he observes his roommate walking over to adjust the temperature dial. not that it’ll warm up right away, but he keeps the thought of future warmth in mind ━ or at least a manageable temperature. after an incohesive grumble,
❝ damn straight i don’t. ❞
attention perks at the sound of a sudden high pitch, head turning to look over the backrest briefly. he’s back to huddling not a moment later, but gaze glues onto verglas until they’re out of view. the aroma of hot piping cocoa reaches him before the cup can even leave the kitchen, earning an eager side-eye as he hears footsteps draw closer. they’re wearing oven mitts and everything. . . he wouldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. hands reach out to take the mug, and the warmth immediately alleviates the cold numbness in his fingertips.
❝ . . . thanks. ❞
no remarks, no rude gestures. one hand abandons his mug, briefly, to pat the spot beside him.
❝ doesn’t that kind of suck though ? to only ever live in the cold. ❞
despite verglas being an open book as long as they’ve been living together, nebula has never actually asked about their situation directly, has he ? not that he remembers, anyway. might as well indulge while he feels like it’s okay to pry.
I COULD NEVER SAY NO TO FREE STUFF .
Verglas was too shocked to move when the item was first pushed into his hands. He stared at Nebula, shocked. “Wha-?” The frosty hero peered down, eyes suddenly lighting up as he turned the mug around in his hands. A dopey smile grew on his face, the frills on either side of his head flaring up with joy.
“You remembered,” he chuckled, gaze shifting to meet Nebula’s. “Thank you, my friend. It means a lot.” Verglas flashed his partner a toothy grin. “You know, I got you something as well.”
The mug was carefully placed on a near by table as Verglas picked up a colorfully wrapped box from the floor. “Merry Christmas,” he said, handing the box to Nebula.
a present for him ? while he would like to be surprised, considering his less than favorable behavior, verglas is and always will be the thoughtful type, regardless of the circumstances.
❝ oh, wow, thanks, ❞
is said with some effort of surprise. he waits patiently for the box to be handed over, inspecting the neat wrapping and vibrant holiday colors that decorated it. after looking to verglas, he begins to pick at one of the taped down edges, tearing it with minimal damage and peeling back the layers hiding his gift. usually he wouldn’t go out of his way to be so neat, but today is a holiday, so a little effort to be nice won’t kill him. paper is tossed to the floor, and he opens the box.
@lapismuses / verglas & nebula .
❝ you look crazy. ❞
knees are tucked up against his chest to conserve what little warmth their icy apartment can offer, his figure shivering in the corner of their living room couch. layers upon layers of corporate-cut merch is still somehow beat out by the cold, which has only seemed to worsen in winter. if he wasn’t so preoccupied with keeping himself from freezing solid he might have the time to be frustrated with how unbelievably lively his roommate looks. it’s the first time he’s seen them so. . . perky, to this extent. venomous tone is drowned out between shudders of breath and chattering stutters,
❝ if anybody else stepped in here they’d die of f-frostbite at the doorway, and you have the gall to wear shorts ? it’s fucking freezing !! it’s colder in here than outside ! ❞
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