#she's epic

[ceruleankitkats]

girl you're awesome! whats wrong with you 😍

[atrans-transformers-fan]

RITA!

:V

[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..."

————

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.

[tgurlswag]

Donna Hayward from Twin Peaks has tgirl swag!

[aramintblr]

so this is my cat

:D

[pepa-is-drawing]

Este✨! My favourite character from a game by @temmiechang.

[y-not-loki]

Imagine Loki singing "Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley.

WAIT ONE HECKING MINUTE MY FREN, I YOU MAY HAVE JUST EXPLODED MY MIND. THIS IS TOO GOOD OF AN OPPORTUNITY TO PASS UP.

JUST GONNA WRITE SOME HEADCANONS TO GET THE CREATIVE JUICES FLOWING:

Holy sheep his timbre how tf does he do it so much like Elvis Presley, but so much softer and more musical than him. It’s just such a beautiful key he’s transposed it to, because you’re pretty sure Elvis was a baritone, and Loki can’t reach that low, so he just sings it so clearly, so beautifully, no rumbling, but no airy whispers either. A solid, but soft and yielding sound. A sound that perfectly describes Loki, soft on the inside, but with a hard shield and disguise.

He is just as solid as his tone. You know that because you’re slow dancing with him, and holy sheep you’ve never been this close to him before, pressed up, chest-to-chest, murmuring the lyrics into your ear.

Of course, being the reclusive tol bean he is, he had swept you away into a hidden nook in the Compound (at least you had hoped it was the Compound), that looked so elegantly decorated you almost thought you were in Asgard, except for the subtle hints you weren’t. For one, the music. It could have been Loki’s magic’s doing, or it could have been the built-in speakers that Loki magicked to work. It could have been that Asgard had smooth panels and sliding doors that barely made a sound, but it could also be that they were in the Compound, just with an illusion casted so that it seemed like they were away in their own realm.

Okay, honestly, you’ve just given up now, hiding your face against his chest as you just know he is is smirking that infuriating smirk of his, smug that he made you blush and feel flustered. And gods, you had never known to be this warm. This blushy. This emotional. Honestly, at this point, you weren’t sure if the heat was from the dancing, or your full-body blush.

Okay, but if Loki murmuring the lyrics of a love song into your ears isn’t the hottest thing ever, you’d be wrong. His voice is just so smooth when he wills it to, and you almost forget that he IS ACTUALLY DOING THIS AND THIS ISN’T A DREAM.

Some things are meant to beTake my hand, take my whole life too

Honestly, you couldn’t imagine a life without him. Some time between meeting him and this moment, you had fallen in love with him, and he had fallen in love with you. It could have been the moment you two met and Loki immediately tried to prank Tony and throw a book at Thor’s head, or it could be the time that Loki found you reading in the library about Norse mythology and sat down to talk about it with you. But maybe it was seconds before this moment, seconds before this moment when you realise just how romantic and thoughtful he could be behind his asshole-ish mask and feelingless persona.

But you knew, you had given him your everything - your heart, your soul, your entire life - and he had taken it, held it, and nurtured it.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Even if you weren’t in love with him at this moment, you would surely fall for him. The murmurings of love, and the beauty of his talent and voice and mind, oh you were absolutely doomed.

Hey remember when I said he had the voice of an angel? I was wrong. He has the heccing voice of a siren. It will lure you in, it will enchant you, and it will make you feel like you are the only one in the world, the only one that resides in his heart, it will make you feel complete, whole, but oh-so-alone with him, and you can’t help but feel like you belong. It makes you feel like you are home. It makes you feel like you are everything. It makes you feel so hecking much.

Oh, and Loki’s tenor voice is godsdam hot. Remember when I said it was sexy? Yeah, that part was right. Just the right depth and timbre to be dark and mysterious, luring you in, but just light enough to ease off and make it seem like you have a choice.

OH, AND HIS MOVEMENTS. GRACEFUL AND LIGHT, AS IF HE WERE WALKING ON AIR, DANCING ON NOTHING, AND SINGING LIKE THERE WAS NOBODY ELSE IN THE ROOM, he’s honestly, a fallen angel, the dark prince, the fallen prince, he’s so graceful, so smart, so sly, you could honestly believe he stepped right out of a book or a painting with how perfectly broken he seemed.

[suddenly realises this could classify as the imagine] [suddenly realises that again, I’ve gotten carried away when writing a headcanon post]

Edit bc I’m a dumbass.

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