#mekance

[lentilandgreens]

Mr mekance is..too nice...he's apparently....known about ...eebies a long time....and..he's able to really help my ...uhm..Gender stuff...hes...so nice...so much better than anyone I've had before...even greens likes him....uhm I'm gona still use lentils online, but..url I'm thinking of trying a new name ....

[delifurkan]

baktim pick me girl ihalesi bana kalacak gibi, dondum evime. bu saatten sonra ancak sevdigim insanlarin gotunu kaldiririm 3 kurusluk mekanci babygirllerin degil

[cambrioler-blog]

❝ What?! But we saw him throw them in the garbage! ❞

✧   BROOKLYN  NINE  -  NINE  SENTENCE  PROMPTS   !  

     “You know what they say... one man’s trash is another      man’s treasure. Someone probably snatched it right there,      the minute they saw them in the garbage. Kind of sad now      that I think about it...”

Maybe it was Morgana that took them, speaking of treasures and all, but he’s not here so she’ll have to rule that one out.

[empactivating]

@mekance || fresh hot isola starters  [ except it was a different sc but shh ]

      ❝ well, well -- didn’t think i’d see someone like you here, conejita. you might as well show me around, no? ❞

      if a public figure from her world was here -- she wonders who else might be.

[heilengel-blog]

✩ ; @mekance. | Subversion Part 2

      The Intraspace fascinated Angela in that it was a more advanced version of the virtual reality that had become so real in her own world, but she did not have time to explore it with care. Upon hearing the news of the doubles, memories of the other Angela’s life flickering within her mind, she’d sought out no other option but to team up with Hana; it was not only because of their growing friendship, but also because of the young woman’s knowledge of this technology that Angela thought they’d be effective together.

     Having logged into the zone and selected the starting class that made the most sense  — a healer, of course  — they had found and dispelled Angela’s double swiftly; she had not put up much of a fight, having known how to treat her strengthening virus just enough to maintain sanity until being sealed away. Angela had expected such a result; they had not been so different after all. The pair now followed the signal on Hana’s phone in an attempt to find her double, one that Angela sensed would be much more difficult to convince.

      “Hana, where is the signal directing you towards now?” As of yet, they stood together in the square of a perfect little fantasy village within the MMO Zone, medieval in design and even charming, if circumstances were different. “It seems as though the other Hana is quite evasive, though that’s no surprise.”

[luxidens]

          CURRENTLY, SHE WAS staring down at the shamblers that bumbled their way down the streets, safely high up on one of the buildings. they came from the water where people had been sending the paper boats so most trailed liquid as they walked. disgusting really ... unfortunately, shamblers didn’t just come in human form. she had spied some dogs with hackles raised at nothing & birds with dulled feathers every now & then,

          as long as she stayed far away from them, she should be safe. if not, a hand drifted to her ( wooden ) swords that hung on her hip ; she was more then prepared to do some form of harm.

&. ★ ❜ ➤ @mekance

[reusmater-blog]

( @mekance ) ♥ ( X )

            A diminutive smirk rests upon her lips. ❝ Considering how focused you look, that device must be more than some decent toy to help you pass the time. Did it come from your world? Or did you get it here? ❞ She's undeniably CURIOUS about the mysterious links connecting this unorthodox island to the disparate universes in existence. Given her nature as a survivalist and the redoubtable scourge that plagues the world that she hails from, she's keen on ensuring she's well prepared should maleficence personified suddenly appear here. That entails becoming as enlightened about this place as possible.

[fleureia]

█ ❀ ; @mekance. (sc)

     It was always with curiosity that Sumia approached shopping in Spirale. No matter how long she lived in this city, she was always both intrigued and enchanted by the fashion she came across. Ever determined to introduce some modern fashion into the lives of a few loved ones, particularly those who weren’t... well-versed in fashion, she found herself exploring a few cute boutiques along Pearl Street. And luckily, she encountered a young woman who clearly understood her own sense of style: coordinated and pleasantly colorful, she seemed to be a perfect resource, if she’d be willing to talk.

      “Oh, your outfit is so cute! Did you get some of the items within the city? I’m looking for some things for someone dear to me... I guess these boutiques just aren’t inspiring me the way I thought they would.”

[furumetal]

"Never thought I'd run into a place where haunted houses are used for fun." He might be misunderstanding what they meant by haunts, though. "People passing out fliers for these sort of things... we didn't have this back in Amestris."

Folding his arms, he finally fully looks up from the paper to someone who was handed one as well. "If it comes with the season here, it could be worth checking out."

@mekance

[dropthebeat]

@mekance  liked for a voiceline starter

         ❝ d.va in the flesh, woo! can i get your autograph? ❞

[invitedeath]

AESTHETIC MOODBOARD > @mekance

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse

hera is a wonderful hana and i loved making this because i love pink ^_^ i’m so happy with the short that came out and i enjoy reading your threads thus far! it’s always fun to watch d.va make friends and things and i support her 100% keep doing what ur doing because your blog is fab and as always you write wonderfully :^) 

[lentilandgreens]

I..I just want to sleep it's....so tiring....gotta...keep my job though...just takin break ...I'm sur mistr mekance won't min....

[encoeurs]

@mekance

      “...Are you going to join that?” Nudging the bridge of his glasses up his nose with the back of a knuckle, he looks between the young woman and the setup of people marching toward the beach. Her expression is difficult to parse, so he can’t help but wonder if she’s considering it-- though perhaps it’s not his business. 

          “I think I remember where the place to get the boats is... if you’re interested--?”

[slingerscng-archive]

    McCree watches the TWIST in her face with mild amusement, she’d been at it for a couple hours and frankly he still couldn’t quiet tell what the objective to the game. There were rapid taps of buttons, bright colourful DISPLAYS—all of it he couldn’t make much sense of, but found it enthralling none the less.     “I ain’t ever play these much as a kid...Folks weren’t really sparin’ ‘nough t’get me somethin’ like this. What’s this all about anyway?” He asks, leaning forward into the grooves of his knees and kept to his growing INTEREST. 

                                     @mekance // sc.

[brutrait]

@mekance liked for a starter

to be plucked from his world once again.. it was, needless to say, a pain. but what would wait for him, if he were even to return? a cold, dark emptiness? pain, unbelievable and biting? perhaps he was better off living, albeit living so far from all that he knew and cared for. it was another strange world, with stranger people. their manners uncouth, their intentions unknown. it was a much prettier place, however. he’d heard of the isles from the coast of costa del sol, perhaps the island he questioned now was not too dissimilar from it. he might not ever know.

he had, at first, been breathless. though he would be able to continue any branch of his former masquerade in due time, for the initial cluster of hours of new life he was distraught. death was all too real a curse, all too vivid a memory. he remembered choking on his blood, every part of him alight and screaming, and then... here. even later, walking around a market late at night, asahi found himself only half present. wandering lost as though he was deaf to a recent explosion, as if trauma still had a tight grip upon his throat. 

it was unbecoming. to walk the world so weakly, to even remain clothed in the very bloodstained mark of your end. he was not so much an ambassador as he was a symbol of failure itself. mind still cluttered, he failed to notice the woman before him, not until he’d walked directly into her at least. luckily that blood had long-since had dried, but it still stood out far too bold against the pristine white of his uniform, the four bloody tears from where--- no. he mustn’t think it. 

“ watch--- “ again, no.. he mustn’t succumb to it. even in that dream-like haze, he implored himself to regain some composure. not everything was lost, not yet. “ forgive me, my lady, the folly was mine. “ he extended to her a gloved hand, if only so she could steady herself. “ pray tell i have not injured you-- “ ah, a spot of blood, it had rubbed off against her jacket. “ how terribly repulsive of me, that blood there must surely be my own. “ luckily it was just a spot, regardless of how unsanitary it was. still, he brandished a handkerchief just in case.

[heilengel-blog]

✩ ; @mekance | depths part 2.

     Terrifying beings of all sorts had begun invading Spirale from the shores; though many citizens were relatively well-equipped to kill them in the only ways possible, Angela and Hana were not yet two of those people. Angela still had little to nothing in terms of self-defense and healing, aside from her own basic combat skills. Of course, she still patched wounds, just as she did now with Hana, who had luckily managed to receive only a small wound. “Exhausted, I imagine? Don’t worry; we’re out of there now. It’s a good thing you got away when you did, Hana.” 

        “Here — something to eat. I know it’s not much, but I grabbed what I could before leaving today just in case it was needed.” Angela was soft, gentle with her offer as she sanitized the wound, just in case the younger woman was more shaken than she would let on. They were only crackers and a few slices of cheese, but eating was something to do, something to distract from the mess that was occurring around them. Hana was an incredibly strong person in many ways, but Angela was not sure if they were quite close enough yet for her to feel comfortable confiding in her about something such as this: as the elder of the two, she decided to initiate the conversation. “I’m not sure what to make of this all. I’m lucky not to have seen anyone from my past... but others have not been so lucky. It’s heartbreaking.”