#blueheartedmayor

[holographicvoyager]

@blueheartedmayor asked: "Why are you shrinking yourself for everyone else?" (blueheartedmayor. Woe, Captain Noah be upon you.)

random starters. accepting

if anyone had asked him whether or not he’d be stuck on the invisible as a technician (no, second technician. he has to remind people has that’s one rank above third technician) he would have laughed. his brothers, on different space corps as officers and what was he doing? repairing the soup dispensing machines. repairing the coffee machine when it breaks and very occasionally seeing the warp core.

why was he stuck?

arnold blinked at his question. he understood it but the fact that the captain asked him such a direct question made him stop and think for a few seconds.

but in typical arnold j rimmer fashion, he brushed the question off. It didn’t matter if Noah was the captain (which earned him more respect than most people on here) he wouldn’t entertain sentimentalism.

”what are you talking about?” his usual bravado of fake not-bothered-ness was up to shield him from a conversation he didn’t want to have. not with the captain. not with anyone. “is this some kind of trick question or something? i really would rather just deal with the ever pressing matter of repairing the vending machines,”

they had been on the brink. dispensing the wrong items, serving hot chocolates instead of tea. and who’s fault was it? apparently his fault. regardless, any excuse to avoid a conversation.

[gamethecry]

Is Mack busy? Hopefully not. There's a tiny distraction in the form of a Captain's young corgi sniffing at the tool bag. Barnum noses into the bag, pulls out a spanner, and lifts his head to present it to Mack, tail wagging. See? He's helping! (That action seemed natural. Has he done that before to help Noah?) (blueheartedmayor. Send my Captain? Nah. Send the dog.)

mack’s cheeks puffed out in annoyance as hazel eyes read over the main board , gloved hands working to ensure that each section and portion of the ship was getting optimal power , that ever role was filled and being worked on actively . the usually mechanical , almost sterile smell of the front cabin is filled with a scent that the brunet knows far too well . dog . the head engineer , although cruel and even malicious at times , was NEVER mean to barnum . not ANY animal , ever .

“ hey , boy . . . “ he murmurs , tone a bit defeated as his gaze didn’t break once from the screen before him to pay the corgi any mind . one hand goes to smack around at his pockets , feeling for his wrench as attentive eyes note a minor error in the cyrochamber . a sigh of frustration leaves him when he feels nothing , throwing his hands up in defeat before mack casts his gaze to barnum . for a moment , the engineer looks bewildered , brows furrowing hard and mouth going slightly shape before shutting into a small smile .

mack snorts , bending at the hip to pet the dog upon his head , a reward for a job well done ! “ that’s such a good boy , barnum ! thank you so much , i swear you’re smarter than HALF the crew on this ship . “ he snickers , pulling to stand tall as he always does before glancing down the hall then back to the corgi . “ were you looking to be my right hand man today , barnum ? did you wanna come with mack to the cryochamber ? “

is he slowly devolving into baby talk at barnum ? yes , yes mackenzie is .

@blueheartedmayor || mack , barnum behind you 💜

[the-actor-himself]

“Please. Please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you want.” and [chin] reversed, for Marmien :D

[chin, reversed] - to tilt your muse’s chin up to make them look at my muse

It had been a good show.

The cheers were still ringing in Mark’s ears, but that could also be all the blood rushing out of his head as Damien’s fingers dug a bit tighter into his shoulders, their mouths spit-slick and their feet stumbling blindly as they’d finally managed to get back into their dorm room.

Mark still remembers the giddy way his heart had been pounding when their letters home arguing about the dangers of them both rooming with strangers had resulted in a few pulled strings from their affluent families, and new dorm assignments.

He never wanted to graduate.

Right now his thoughts were far from home. Far from adults and their desires for future brides. Right now all he could think about was Damien, about the way his lower lip felt caught in Mark’s teeth, the soft whimper that it tugged out of him.

Changing out of his costume had been a blind, fumbling affair with Damien hovering at the door, both of them alight with a crackling, demanding energy. He’d been sweaty and glowing with accomplishment the first time they’d kissed tonight.

And now—

Damien pleads with him between heady kisses. “ Please— ” They nearly tripled again as their shoes come off, giggling like mere schoolboys again as they stumble through from the main room of the dorm and into the bedroom. “ Please, Mark— ”

He’s grinning, dragging himself backward before they run into anything else. Damien’s grip becomes more demanding, refusing to let him retreat far. “ Please what, Dames? ”

He huffs, shoving at Mark’s shoulder, but Mark keeps a firm grip on him, refusing to let him retreat any either, keeping their bodies close until Damien whines. “ You want me to beg? I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you want, Mark— ”

The up and coming actor chuckles, the sound low and soft. “ Dangerous words, ” he murmurs, and Damien shudders against him. A hand finds his chin, tipping his face upward so they lock eyes. “ You mean it? ”

Damien nods, breathless, and he doesn’t fight as the hand on his shoulder starts to press him downward.

It had been a damn good show, but this part was even better.

[pinkxtrauma]

@blueheartedmayor send: Another evening, another formal occasion the younger Brooks twin was dragged to. This time was... the opening of a women's fashion boutique? Why did his parents want to go to this? Why did he have to go to this? All he could do was keep to the side and find excuses to slip under the radar. The years in university had helped with showing he didn't need to do what was expected of him.

While taking a long-winded trip to return an empty glass to a table, he spotted a young woman sitting to the side. There was no ignoring her body language - she was in the same boat as he was. If he could start a conversation, even a fake one, then maybe he could get both of them out of a predicament.

"Excuse me?" The young lawyer was mindful of how he approached. He wanted to try and make her feel like they were speaking on equal terms. "If I may be so bold... May I assume that you have also been forced to attend this event? And, if so, may I sit with you so we can both avoid awkward conversations?" (blueheartedmayor, have a babey from the 1920s)

She hated these things.

She hated spending time with her family. She hated being taken away from book reading in her apartment with her flat. However, with her father very generiously paying for her flat to keep her on his side, she was forced into these things constantly.

Kiran often sat to the side. It would be sooner or later before some man would introduce himself. This was why she was invited. Her father was desperate for her to marry as it already looked terrible that she was 25 and not interested in marrying.

She drank very lightly off to the side and enjoyed idle conversation. She was tempted to sneak off until she spotted another man approach her. And here it comes...

Kiran misinterputed his intentions immediately and put her guard up at the approach of the man.

"Hmm.."

It might have looked at if she was trying to be rude or dismissive but she just didnt' trust mens intentions at these parties.

"Yes. It is my fathers party so naturally yes, I am to attend," She said and then regarded the next set of questions, "If you would like to sit with me, It would be rude to say no..." She gestured to the chair next to her.

[blackbirdmuses]

HAPPY FIVE YEAR TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY ASH AND DAMIEN!!!!

@blueheartedmayor

Ash!! I can’t believe it’s been five years since you first started writing Damien over here, but I knew I absolutely had to do make something for you to mark this amazing milestone.

I’m privileged to have been around since you first started writing Damien and I’m even more honoured to have my characters be part of his story. The way you write his character, incorporating so much consideration, creativity and thought into everything you do never ceases to blow me away. You are exceptionally talented and you honestly inspire me so much.

I adore the relationship that Damien has with Icelyn - the way he’s sort of a mentor-turned-uncle figure with her is just the sweetest and how their friendship is only strengthened when he becomes Dante just warms my heart. The same goes for his friendship with Oogie. The way that Damien and Dante integrated into the world of Halloween Town so seamlessly is just my favourite thing.

Congratulations on Five Years and here’s to many more!! <3 <3 <3

[crushng-a]

🧸 - Sure, Damien felt a little silly offering this to the impromptu roommate, but he had already gone to the effort of buying the toy. "It might keep you company when myself and Barnum are out," he explained, passing the toy over. It was a medium-sized stuffed cat with a cutesy face. The fur was black with a sparkly tint to it when the light bounced off it just right, and it was contrasted by bright blue eyes. More interesting than the appearance was that it was a little heavier than expected. The paws were weighted, and there was something squishy in the stomach that smelled faintly of lavender. "From my understanding, it's a good companion to hold on to." (blueheartedmayor)

damien’s got soft doe eyes about it, holding out the stuffed cat with both hands. expectation, tempered with understanding. gin might tell him to fuck off. (has done! will do again!)

i’m not lonely. i don’t need company. i’m chock full of souls! i could leave anytime i want to, hop - skip - jump into a new oblivion and stuff my face with new friends!

he could, but he won’t. gin knows that. he dicks around the city sometimes, popping into nightclubs, sneaking into any old building with a guard posted at the door, just to see what’s inside. the sort of thing that keeps his curiosity sated. but he always finds his way back to damien’s funny little hole.

(and maybe it’s because of barnum. smacks of an old fuzzy roommate, soft ears and kind brown eyes and gentle insistence on nudging a wet nose into everything. barnum’s nothing like chica in shape or color, but there’s that same can-do attitude. maybe it’s a working dog thing. sometimes gin wonders if the two of them might have gotten along, in another life.)

damien shouldn’t be interesting at all, not to gin. it’s as if his story can’t decide if he’s the star of a political intrigue or a family-friendly sitcom. gin would never sit through either. but his soul is so bright and so large. pulsating, thrumming, a constant alluring hum. they’d drink it down in a heartbeat, keep that fluttering caged behind his ribs and hold it close, close, closer, stay with me.

it’s not like they wouldn’t. it’s just … not time yet. they’re still wringing out every last interaction from this main character. gin’s not ready to move on.

after all, they’re still getting free stuff!

gin thinks maybe they’ve been staring for too long. they take the stupid cat and squish it close. he wishes it smelled less like flowers and more like coffee and cologne. more like ink and fresh-pressed laundry.

“i’m not a child, you know.” petulant white eyes peek out above black fur. it sparkles. like stars. “i can find my own company if i wanted it.” the paws are heavy against their shoulders, as if it were hugging back.

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

Morgan seems to be busy reviewing photos on their camera, but it's interrupted when something small bumps against their right leg, then gives a low ruff to get their attention. Barnum is looking expectantly up at them, complete with a wag of his tail. Damien is close behind, but he opts to say nothing now as the preferred friend made his appearance first, instead watching on with amusement. (blueheartedmayor)

To say that Morgan was a perfectionist would be an understatement. The fact that this was literally their livelihood aside, they held themself to an incredibly high standard. They had to, considering they were competing with every other photographer in the county (it wasn’t really that dramatic. They were on good terms with a few of their contemporaries; chatting about their favorite lenses and locations and unreasonable commissioners and so forth).  The sudden, insistent bump to their calf and the accompanying bark broke Morgan out of their stupor. They were entranced the second they looked down and saw Barnum’s little face- because it was Barnum. With his li’l heart-shaped nose, and wiggly butt and stumpy widdle legs- 

Ahem. 

Morgan knew better than to assume that Barnum was just out on his own. Damien would fight an entire army with his bare hands for his dog; no way in hell he was out by himself.  Barnum cocked his head to the side, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Barnum could give Chica a run for her money (She could never know. The destruction she would unleash would be cataclysmic). Photographing animals was a entirely different beast compared to still life shots or staged wedding photos. Six out of ten they were the absolute worst to work with, but Barnum was the goodest boy. One picture wouldn’t hurt.  It was a testament to Barnum being raised well that he didn’t immediately dive for Morgan’s lap the instant they were on their knees. Their tongue poked out from between their lips as they adjusted and re-adjusted the focus (this light wasn’t going to last forever; make it count). Click.

Oh yeah. That was a good one. Maybe they could convince Damien to let them blow it up so he could hang it in his office. 

[splitsuit]

❝ looks like this snow’s not planning on letting up, huh? ❞ (blueheartedmayor :D )

prompt

Sitting in his chair of BROODING , he had it faced towards one of the windows where he sits and watches this snow fall . He cradled his cane in the bend of his arm and he sits rather COLDLY , one leg resting over his other knee . Though it was morning in his corner it looked to be too late at night .

❝ I suppose not . You do not plan on stepping out there , do you ? ❞

Glancing back at Damien and though he did not SPEAK what he was thinking initially he did have OTHER ideas . ❝ Why not pull up a chair with me ? Tell me about ... maybe winters when you were young . ❞

❝ All my winters have terrible memories attached to them , but this one is peaceful . ❞