#sad hamster noise

[shakerofthebutt9000]

the urge to draw robot yuri (i can't draw transformers (i can't draw humans either))

[hamsterrodent]

Weekly Schoodles!

(Side note: this week has been rough. My first full week [mon-fri] but also kinda fun, I got so bored that I even drew a comic. It'll get a sequel soon lol.)

[nasttnt]

🥺🥺🥺

[felieryx]

me behind the screen btw

[luvleonidas]

aparently nico doesnt appear until the son of neptune :(

[skylordhorus]

nooooooo my scrungly lil weirdooooo

[red-converse-hightops]

I’ve been stuck in a rut and lately my way of coping has been listening to “yare yare, ojou -sama it’s time to go to bed” on repeat :”)

[astroboots]

*oliver twists voice*

“Please sir may I please have some more?”

hamster steven 🥺 my little sister asks for updates all the time lol

Series Masterlist | Moon Knight Masterlist | Astroboot’s Masterlist

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader

A/N: omg nonny! this is the world's most effective way to make me write more Hamsteven content! How could I ever deny your little sister... and a Charles Dickens reference?!?!? Aye aye!

Summary: You try to create a special meal for Hamster Steven so he can regain some normalcy.

You will be the first one to admit that you spend way too much time on tiktok. It's a slippery slope, and ever since you looked up tutorials on hamster care tips, your FYP seems to have picked up on the trail and now every two videos you flick through is hamster related.

Hamsters in tiny teddybear hats. Hamsters put in elaborate escape labyrinths, Crystal Maze style. Hamsters being treated to miniature meals inspired by human meals.

The internet is a wild place.

There's a squeaky noise next to you on the pillow that interrupts you just as you are about to scroll onto the next video.

You peer up from your screen, to see the big shiny eyes of your boyfriend-turned-hamster, standing on his hind-legs, as he's staring back at you. You're not sure if it's just your imagination, but he doesn't look happy. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was giving you the stinkeye you for spending so much time on tiktok.

You glance up at the clock on the corner of your phone. 00:51.

Okay, maybe it's not just your imagination. You've somehow unwittingly spent more than two hours on your phone, without paying attention. Steven is definitely judging you for that.

"Sorry, Steven. I must've lost track of time," you tell him, and at your apology he lowers himself back on all four paws, waddling over to your chest and curls himself up on the curve of your breast.

It's become his favorite spot to rest... certain things don't change regardless of what form he takes.

You run two fingers over his head, stroking the soft fur and he seems to melt at the touch, the round shape of him going flat with relaxation. It's adorable. Steven has always been fond of having his hair stroked like a particularly cuddly pet.

It really does seem like certain things haven't changed much at all despite his transformation into a hamster.

... Except, that's not really true though is it.

In the past few days since Steven has turned into a pet, his limitations has been more than apparent. Because of his tiny size, he's in constant danger.

You had left the window open to air out the flat while you were cleaning, only to have a particularly menacing seagull make a dive for him and had to chase it out with a flyswatter so it wouldn't devour your boyfriend whole.

In his current form he's not quite able to do any of the activities that he normally enjoys, reading is out of the question, even if he could turn his own pages (which is difficult when you do not have opposing thumbs or no grip) you're not sure what his vision must be like, the letters must read gigantic to him.

He doesn't seem to particularly enjoy the yoghurt drops you got him from the pet store, and the enthusiasm he had at first for the almonds and walnuts you'd given him seems to be waning and on more than one occasion you've caught the wistful and longing gaze Steven has had on his expression when you sit down for a meal by the table that he couldn't partake.

But ramen doesn't really seem fit for a hamster's diet, so you could hardly give him a taste.

Poor Steven has had little to no normalcy left since his transformation and as the days go by and the solution to his dilemma isn't anywhere near in sight, you feel a pang of sadness for him.

Absentmindedly, you continue to pet his fur as you pull up your phone again and scroll through the videos when your eyes linger over the video you saw earlier of a hamster being treated to miniature spaghetti meal.

The video has a full on painstakingly detailed tutorial, step by step, on how to make the tiny meal. Cutting regular sized spaghetti into tiny lengths, Sizzling small portions of minced meat on the frying pan and huh... who knew that hamster are actually omnivores, and likes eating meat... you always assumed they were vegetarians. In the video, the person takes two cherry tomatoes puts them through the blender for the sauce and it all looks rather simple.

You look down at Steven in his hamster form, sound asleep on your chest. He's curled up into a little ball, his nose and whiskers twitching in his sleep as his hind leg kicks back in response to whatever dream he's dreaming.

Adorable as he is, the pang of sadness from before returns as your chest constricts. You want to give him a sense of normalcy after everything he's been through. However small.

Carefully, you scoop him up in the cup of your hands and place him gently on the pillow. Luckily Steven is a sound sleeper and sleeps right through it as you move into the kitchen to prepare the meal according to the video instructions.

There's leftover spaghetti in the fridge, saving you from having to boil it fresh. You forego frying any meat, because even though hamsters may be omnivores, your Hamster Steven is a full blooded vegan.

You also decide to forego the blender. It's late and you don't want to wake up Steven so instead you end up trying to smash up the cherry tomatoes with a mortal and pestle that leaves an absolute mess.

With your sad attempts at a culinary effort completed, you pick up the tiniest little sauce bowl you can find in the cupboard, as you start to plate up the spaghetti and mashed tomato sauce, topping it off with fresh basil that you had luckily picked up from Sainsbury the other day.

It looks nowhere as good as the video, just looks like wilted spaghetti with a tiny pile of crushed tomatoes rather than a miniature version of spaghetti bolognese. but you guess that's why you're an office worker and not a hamster content creator. You try to tease the spaghetti back into place with your fingers until it looks a bit more decent.

Better.

But it's still a long way to go from the special dinner that you had wanted to make for Steven to make him feel pampered.

Turning to the kitchen drawers, you try to find the small tea candles to set the mood. It's as near a romantic ambient as you are able to create for Steven.

Then you find one of the nicer dinner napkins stowed away in the back of the drawer and set the table. While you're at it you grab several sprigs of rosemary and whatever fresh herbs you're able to find in the fridge and set them in a shot glass that you use as an impromptu mini vase, for the bouquet of herbs you have gathered. You place down your creation in the middle of the table, then you stand back admiring your work.

Not too shabby.

Almost looks like a tiny hamster restaurant.

You return to your bed, where you had left Steven to sleep. Paws still twitching peacefully in his sleep when you gently wake him by picking him up, and set him on the table.

He blinks slowly and blearily, sleep still clouding his gaze, not fully taking in what you are trying to show him. It takes a few moments, until his eyes clear and then they go wide at the meal in front of him and he darts forward like a sprint.

His little paws grabs at the straw of spaghetti voraciously, as he slurps up the spaghetti, flecks of red sauce painting the fur around his mouth. He eats it with an enthusiastic frenzy, gobbling up the whole of it and drops it in his excitement only to round the plate and pick it up again to eat the remainder.

"Is it good?"

His head pops up to meet your face, with the tiniest of nods.

He squeaks happily, then he dives right back into stuffing his face and you can't help but smile.

It's a little moment of normalcy even in this craziness and that's good enough for now.

Dedications & Credits: To my lovely @guruan / @guruan-is-not-here who has finally been freed from tumblr jail. This chapter is dedicated to her because she sent me the cutest video of a hamster having a tiny bowl of pasta and sitting on a chair like it was a restaurant.

[wonuumelody]

Which pet I would identify the members of seventeen with

Seungcheol

Utonagan : listen this dog is similar to a wolf. So he's a leader. It is one of the rarest breeds of dogs. Utonagans are friendly and intelligent and really sportive dogs as well. I associate Seungcheol with this breed of dog because for me, cheol is a really strong man, physically or mentally. Those dogs are really good for familial life and we know that Cheol is like the best leader father.

Jeonghan

Bunny : rabbits are known to be silly, timid, shy, curious, and high spirited and I think that this also describe Jeonghan pretty well. He is very soft, and have perfect visuals. He's shameless : he cheat, is very dramatic and mischievous and often vaguely evil (but as I said he is very soft and gentle). I think that he is rabbit coded because I love watching those funny videos where bunnies are doing crazy stuff, as mush as I love watching funny videos of him

Joshua

Siamese : hear me out. everyone loves siamese. Those cats are so gentle and kind and graceful? Our Josh Is so siamese coded idk, even with his bunny face he is still a siamese for me. Even though they're really gentle and calm cats they still are cats : which means they often do stupid things and makes everyone laugh.

Jun

Snake : hear me out 2. This guy is so mysterious yet fascinating?? He is sooo snake coded I don't know why. Snakes will move away when approached, and this is a really good animal to also show the introvert side of Jun. They also are shy and bold, and we know that Jun have a strong need of authenticity, self-expression. He express himself through his moves and solos. The way he dance is really fluid and smooth to see, maybe even hypnotic, like a snake moving

Hoshi

Hamster : do I have to say anything? My man is convinced he is a tiger but nah cutie you're an hamster. Such a cute and funny animal, like hoshi, a real cutie and funny tiger guy. Hamster are so cute when they're eating and look at our guy, such a cutie with his big cheeks full of food And even a few food stains on the face

Wonwoo

Black​ cat : this man is a real black cat. Always quiet and keeping things to himself he tend to have a really big mysterious side, that makes him so interesting and attractive. I think that this mysterious side that he have can be compared to black cats, thanks to their black coat, you can only see their eyes and you have to really be with a black cat to understand how much loving and sweet they are (and a bit silly too)

Woozi

Grey Persian cat : hear me out for this one!! Persian cat personalities are sweet, gentle, and patient. They're friendly cats that prefer calm environments but can easily adapt to more active households. Woozi fit so much that description. He is a really introvert man and have a need of getting alone time but he still managed to live with the 12 other members, knowing how much active and "loud" some of them could be

Dokyeom

Siberian Husky : Dokyeom is so husky coded! He's like a ball of sunshine that's always singing and enjoying life. He is such a great companion. Always bringing joy when the times are sad. He's also very sensitive and I feel like he always can feel when others feel a bit down. He is such a sweetheart

Mingyu

Golden retriever : do I need to explain myself again? This man is a silly goofy tall guy who's always doing crazy stuff. He is the best with everyone and can make everyone laugh with nothing

Mingaho

Ragdoll cat : he really have those sweet and calm vibes. they can tolerate reasonable levels of household noise. They're peaceful, sociable and inquisitive. A Ragdoll cat's personality means they're a delight to be around. Plus I think that this also describe hao and his personality. They're loveable as hell and he is too!

Seungkwan

Parrot : I don't really know why, I think that he really gives parrot vibes? Those that are always singing a bit too well for just being an animal and would probably have a singing career as a human. Parrots are social, talkative and optimistic and I think that is also a good way to describe our boo. Always looking at the bright side, Parrots see the best in everyone they meet and can find fun in literally any situation. + Boo have that really creative and fun energy and seems so fun to be around

Vernon

Ferret : Like all species, the ferret personality is unique to each individual. Ferrets are pretty amazing creatures and Vernon too. They're both effortlessly funny and will make you feel better, without even trying to. Even tho ferrets are pretty extrovert animals, vernon being the opposite I think he still match really well with those cute creatures.

Dino

Orange cat : you know? Those cuties that have a lot of energy. friendlier and more affectionate than other cats. He is such a good person to be around and is effortlessly fun. He's also really mature and orange cats are pretty good for handling emotions, and I think Chan is also the type of person to make sure that you are always feeling okay

[firetootz]

crepes breadfield as a sad little hamster

sad trumpet noises played in my head doodling this

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Hella, Ninety-nine with a sleep deprived sinner who lives next to their cell...

- Hella might as well be your nightmare fuel 😇, she is the reason why you are sleep deprived in the first place… Or maybe not 😶 Because before she even was your cellmate, me thinks you were already sleep deprived… You hear her yell at a guard, at adjutant nightingale, and even at the chief. Every.single.day. No, she is not sorry and will do it again. Bestie, I think you’ll get used to it probably… In a year or so 😘 Stink does not care if you’re annoyed, she’ll probably even annoy you more by yelling more and yap at every opportunity… I think you’re better off making peace with the girl… - So, you end up bribing her with money. Since that’s what she’s been asking chief every time the two end up talking. You gave it to her when she started yapping too much while you were trying to do your shit. Her: Let me out of here and give me some sweets! Or else I’ll break out of my cell again and leave this place! You: Shut up and take my money. Her: 🤩 Girlie finally stopped and let you relax for once! Until she decided to yell again after 5 hours… But hey! At least it worked right? 😔 You better not be broke or know how to at least bake shit so you can get at least 5 seconds of peace before it returns to chaos again… But when was the MBCC ever quiet anyways? Stink, they might as well put a straightjacket on you so you wouldn’t be tweaking… - Timeskip to Ninety-nine’s arrival, you and Hella managed to become pookies somehow… So obviously, she introduced you to Ninety-nine, who tried to commit die on you the first time you met… Yeah, you still get the heebie-jeebies now and then when she approaches you, though some of ya’ll might be into that so… (Ignore this part 🤸‍♀️) Ninety ended up liking you after she saw how you were basically pookies with Hella… She ended up becoming your pookie, too! <3 - But good lord you are still sleep deprived, and when both of them are in the same cell well… Safe to say, you are never getting a good night sleep in those days because of how… Chaotic evil the two seemed to be whenever they’re both paired up… </3 - Unlike Hella who can be bribed with sweets or money, unfortunately, you cannot bribe Ninety-nine… But! If ya’ll managed to get even closer, she’ll probably quiet down if you’d ask… Stink, I can just imagine the sad hamster meme that you’d do that’ll make Ninety-nine quiet down for a bit…! But it’s not like it’s her fault that her mania level is so unstable… 😔 But anyways! Whenever she’s around, you don’t complain about the noise too much. You’d rather sacrifice sleep and stay up if anything bad happens while her mania level spikes up… You are a real pookie for braving the storm to help her out despite how dangerous it is and how it can get you killed!!! - Anyways, enough with the angst but if you somehow managed to hang around them a lot, you get to be a part of the shenanigans as well! Though, I don’t think chief and adjutant Nightingale would enjoy another chaotic evil to deal with when they already have a lot to deal with the others… 👩‍🦯 👩‍🦯 👩‍🦯 Though you end up becoming the voice of reason when they are about to do something… Stupid. 🧍‍♀️ - Yeah… Me thinks you’re more of a chaotic good rather than evil because you either ride with it or prevent another crisis to save the bureau from a mountain pile of paperwork… Me thinks you’d developed a migraine alongside with Chief and Nightingale due to how much… Shit they can do in one day… Like, I imagine you getting flabbergasted at the amount of property damage they can commit… Over opening a damn cookie jar. A jar. Right… A cookie… Damn it. Sighs, but oh well nothing is ever boring with the two and I guess… You wouldn’t have it in any other way… Right? ? Life is never boring when you're around these two!

[dysfunctional-doodle]

*sad recorder noises*

For context, this is the latest chapter of Too Many Turtles, which I updated yesterday! In which 2012 Mikey is trapped in a giant hamster ball, 1987 Donatello makes a tiny evil clone of himself and Chris Pine makes a cameo.

(No, I will not elaborate on that)

[ian-galagher]

weekly tag wednesday! &lt;3

hello friends and welcome to another tag game. lets dive in!

- thanks @creepkinginc for the tag 🤗🧡💚

how is your day going?

it's been alright! doing a ton of chores while hanging out with friends 🤗🧡💚💙

are you okay?

yeah I'm pretty good 🤗🧡

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour?

that thing the sun does with orange when it sets, I like that 🤗🧡

are you single?

no

are you happy about that?

SO unhappy 🙄 leave me alone Gale! (that was a joke about Gale from Baldur's Gate 3 who, for some unknown reason, thinks we're in a relationship. I myself am still very much asexual and very happy about that)

what age do you feel in your brain?

sometimes I'm 12, sometimes 98, there is no in between

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you?

behind me (that sounded so sad, I'm mostly thinking about visiting South Africa and how I might never do that again but you never know!)

do you have a best friend?

yeah I do 🤗🧡💚

did you have a childhood pet?

I had the sweetest Russian hamster 🤗🧡

do you sing or whistle around the house?

yeah I do!

do you light candles or incense?

I don't really like the smell of incense but candles are alright!

are you busy Friday night?

always, if you mean talking to my friends on the internet

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in?

something with animals so I fear I'd be out of a job fast 😂 I would soon start up a business with the fortune teller scammer and we'd make... a fortune 🤗🧡💚

what is your favourite outfit?

jeans + something warm like a hoodie or a sweater

what's the last thing you created?

new Africa words

what is your favourite fic or book of all time?

just the one?! there's so many! there was this one fic that stayed with me over the years about a boy finding this old church with a window that looked out into another world. he climbed through and met a kelpie, a beautiful black horse. it was an amazing story.

what are you looking forward to?

writing, bg3ing...

what can put you immediately in a better mood?

same as Nosho, music! (also Nosho) 🤗🧡💚

do you like hugs?

from friends, yes!

what is something you wish people understood about you?

that noise can irritate me greatly and that my noise canceling earbuds are everything to me.

tagging a few lovely people! 🤗🧡 @spacerockwriting @dynamic-power @transmurderbug @mybrainismelted @transmickey @stocious @juliakayyy @jrooc @look-i-love-u @energievie @deathclassic @lee-ow @francesrose3

and everyone else who sees this! 🤗🧡

[sorrymydemonspoke]

Lear: what is this dubious little creature getting up into mischief. This is No Good.

Banban: The Beast is demonic in nature.

Robin: *Sad hamster noise*

[jennycalendar]

briar fic etc etc (ft. a bad dream + jaheira and khalid try and fail to get briar to adhere to party limits)

~~~

Briar jerked awake with a strangled noise and nearly kicked Imoen in the face. Imoen probably would have said something about it, only Briar’s face looked all clammy even in the dark of the mines, her mouth trembling like it had when Gorion had been cut down as she ran, so maybe she was dreaming about that and it’d be a dick move to be a dick to her. Imoen sat up herself and waited for Briar to say something.

Briar didn’t. Just ducked her head, bringing her knees up to her chest. She didn’t seem to notice that she’d woken Imoen up.

“Bry?” said Imoen softly.

Briar flinched. It was the sort of flinch that lasted a few seconds and tumbled down into a case of the shakes. She seemed to be trying to get it under control. “Oh—Immy!” she said, and forced a smile. “Sorry. Weird dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Imoen tried, even though Briar literally never wanted to talk about anything serious, ever. Which was fine, fun, the kind of thing that made for a great sister in Candlekeep; Imoen had heard tell of sisters who pulled hair and remembered every grudge, and Briar had never been a sister like that. You pulled Briar’s hair and she forgot about it the next day. She might even laugh if you tried to remind her.

Didn’t feel fun now, though. If Briar was hurting, Imoen wanted to help. But if Briar was hurting, she wasn’t going to say anything about it, so it was just them in the dark with a bunch of strangers while Briar smiled like they were at the carnival. Except they’d just been at a carnival, and it had been real dismal and murder-y. Everything outside Candlekeep seemed real dismal and murder-y.

Briar said, “If you must know, I dreamed that, um, that Jaheira and Khalid, that they broke up and fell out of love, and it was so incredibly sad that it woke me up and now I’m all awake and sad and things.” Which was already really suspicious, even for Briar, but she also said it in the exact same tone of voice she’d said, a few years ago, “No, Gorion, it wasn’t me who ate all those cookies without asking, it was a bird! A bird that flew in through the walls and the window and no one saw it and it definitely existed.”

A bad lie, and also sort of weird that she thought it would work. But Imoen didn’t really know how to push the issue if Briar didn’t want to talk about it. “You know you can tell me anything,” she said.

“I literally already tell you everything,” said Briar. “What more could I possibly tell you?”

~~~

Briar dusted off her front; it didn’t do very much for the gnoll blood, just spread it round more. Neera decided not to tell her. “Good job, Briar!” she said enthusiastically, still thrumming with nerves, a bit. Adventuring could be scary sometimes!

Jaheira’s eyes were flicking between Minsc and Dynaheir like she was thinking about something. Neera composed her expression to one of polite, serious listening. Briar was trying to wipe the blood on her hands off on Imoen’s cloak, and hadn’t noticed yet. Imoen said, “Briar!!” and wiped her bloody hands on Briar’s sleeve in retaliation.

Jaheira didn’t say anything about any of that. She turned towards Briar and said, in that Teacher Voice she used when she was trying to get Briar to learn something (which was always Neera’s favorite part of any day, because it was pretty obvious by now that Briar really wasn’t learning anything), “The party is getting a bit full, don’t you think?”

“What?” said Briar. “Well, yes, if you count Boo as a full-fledged member—”

Jaheira got this look on her face and said, “No. No, actually, I have hit my limit. Khalid, will you take this one?”

Khalid squeezed his wife’s shoulder and stepped forward. “I-I believe my wife is ref-referring to our newest…associate,” he said, nodding towards Dynaheir, “and. Not. Ah. Boo.”

“Oh,” said Briar, “well, we can’t exactly—I mean, Minsc said he has to travel with Dynaheir, and Minsc has a hamster,” gods, Neera was obsessed with Briar’s priorities, “so we can’t leave him out—”

“Briar,” said Khalid, a slight laugh in his voice, “criteria for entry into an, an adventuring party doesn’t usually have anything to do with hamsters.”

“Boo is a miniature giant space hamster, Khalid,” Briar countered. “I feel that that should change things up a bit.”

“A sensible observation!” Minsc boisterously interjected, clapping Briar on the back and nearly knocking her off her feet. “Boo is indeed a vital aspect of our adventures forward! His diminutiveness is more than made up for by his princely valor—”

“Khalid,” said Jaheira, “please handle this expediently; I have already hit my limit and the hamster’s princely valor is testing me.”

“Patience, my love,” said Khalid easily. He turned to Briar. “Parties are comprised of six,” he elaborated. 

“Well, then we’re already—” The penny dropped. “But we can’t send Neera away,” gasped a horrified Briar, wrapping her arms round a startled Neera in a squeezy hug, “Neera’s my best friend! And Immy’s my sister, and it’s not as though I can send one of you off without the other going, and—and—and Minsc has a hamster, Khalid!”

“I-I am very clear on the p-point of the hamster, yes,” Khalid agreed. 

“Seven’s not that much different than six!” Briar pressed.

“I-if we are counting the, the hamster—”

“You said you weren’t counting Boo! You and Jaheira never count Boo!”

Khalid’s brow furrowed, and he said, half to himself, “Did I say directly—?”

“Best friend?” Neera said to Briar. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one of those! Or, I mean, when I was studying back home, but, well, it’s hard to make really long-lasting friendships last when you’re always almost about to blow up or something, so I guess, yeah, actually, possibly never!”

“I’ve never had one either!” Briar confessed, warmly delighted.

“Excuse me?” said Imoen.

“Sisters are like a whole different thing, Immy, you know that,” said Briar. “And it’s not like Neera can’t be your best friend too.”

“Best means best of,” Imoen argued, “which means there’s only one—”

“Best means best of all,” Briar countered, “which means it’s in comparison to a larger group, which means Neera can have two best friends and it can totally be both of us.”

“You are losing them,” said Jaheira to Khalid.

Khalid pointed out, “Personally, I, I think it something of a feat that I had them for a moment.”

“Mum!” said Briar, turning the world’s largest brown eyes in Jaheira’s direction. “Mum, you wouldn’t deprive me of my best friend, Neera, would you? Or my friend’s hamster? I’ve already been having such a difficult time on the road, and I simply find Neera’s presence so cheerful, and Minsc is abs-o-lute-ly right when it comes to Boo’s utterly princely valor—”

Avoiding Briar’s gaze, Jaheira said to the sky, “I have told you that there is really no need to call me that.”

“I am handling this,” Khalid reminded Briar.

Briar half-pushed, half-pulled Neera in front of her, presenting her to Khalid, and said, “Tell Neera she has to go, then.”

“Wh—”

“Tell Neera she has to go. I won’t do it. If you’re handling this, it’s your call to make, and you as my guardian have to tell my first ever best friend that she has to go off and find her fortune and go back to being alone, and scared, and all by herself—”

“Gorion really did just give you everything you asked for, didn’t he?” said Jaheira.

Khalid said, “Sev—seven really isn’t that much more than six, is it, Jaheira?”

Jaheira flushed and said, “I am not handling this! You are handling this! If you make the decision to give our ridiculous girl what she wants, that is not me making that decision, that is you, you decided on that, and I would like everyone to remember that I had no part in this decision! At all!”

“Oh, you’re the best!” exulted Briar, and all but threw herself at Jaheira. 

“Direct yourself towards my husband if you wish to thank someone!!” objected Jaheira, who did not seem to be trying as hard as she could have to shake Briar off. “And I would like it known in the here and now that this will not be a repeated occurrence!”

“Wasn’t I handling this?” said Khalid, eyes crinkled as he watched Jaheira.

“Yes!” said Jaheira. “You were! You did! Good job!”

“So we’re probably going to have a small circus or something by the time this is all over,” said Imoen to Neera, “but hey, at least you get to stay with us!” She beamed. “I like you too, you know.”

“I know,” said Neera, smiling back. She felt all sparkly, and not just in the wild-magic sort of way. She really hadn’t had friends like Immy and Bry before.

[trickstarbrave]

more reincarnation au with dagoth ur dreams hee hee

voryn is sad but nerevar is there to comfort him. shorter bc my brain is running on empty the hamster is not turning in its wheel

A scene slowly came into focus in Voryn’s hazy mind. 

He was stuck inside his own body, unable to move or speak of his own violation, yet he could feel something pleasant bubbling away in his stomach, something like giddiness. He was being dressed in elegant robes and armor, before a golden mask was placed on his face and he finally entered the celebration. There was talking amongst the crowd, but he could hardly pay attention. The only thing he could focus on was the dunmer waiting for him. 

Voryn’s stomach was doing summersaults, flipping and turning with nervous excitement as he approached, golden mask on his face. The dunmer was dressed in wedding garb as well, his mohawk and long waves that fell down his back decorated with a variety of elegant ribbons and beads. Even with the golden mask on his face, Voryn knew who this was. Who it had to be. 

Ah, he and Neht were finally getting married after all this time. The excitement buzzy through his veins made him feel completely breathless as he took in the sight of his beloved ready to make his vows with him. 

Complex rituals followed. First they had to wait until dawn finally broke. When Azura’s hour began, finally the two of them could move. Next came ash, drawing up a circle around the two of them as the priest said prayers, though most of it had faded to white noise over the drumming of his heart. His hands trembled as they then made marks on each other with ash and water, saying their vows, hoping for a prosperous marriage, and he couldn’t help the laughter in his voice as he did so. 

Then, finally, it was time for the long vows to conclude. He removed his mask, gingerly setting it aside, while Nerevar did the same. His skin was still ashen grey, though Voryn would only realize later how unusual that was to dream of. Then, fine liquor was poured into two small glasses by Nerevar, his hands unsteady. Was his beloved just as delighted as he was, to the point he couldn’t keep his hands steady? Voryn put his hands on Nerevar’s to help steady the bottle of House Dagoth brandy, but that seemed to only make him tremble more. Finally poured, Voryn took one glass as Nerevar took the other, glancing briefly at Voryn who wasted little time in crossing their arms. It was time for the final vow: that the two of them shall never part, that their lives would be interwoven together just as much as their arms were. And then Voryn pressed his lips to the glass with a smile, drinking eagerly while Nerevar did the same. 

Despite their vows being finished though, Voryn knew they couldn’t retreat quite yet. They had to greet all of their guests after all, now as spouses, before they’d eventually retreat to Voryn’s bedchambers to consummate their marriage. How badly he wanted to just scoop Neht up and carry him off to make love until dusk fell once again, but he knew he couldn’t. They had to wait, just a bit longer. He wanted to do this properly, after all. With a firm hand on Nerevar’s waist he began leading him through the party, talking amongst the guests, when something seemed… Unusual.

He noticed that while he heard voices, none of the ‘guests’ moved their mouths. Their eyes were glazed over, faces pale. Nerevar was also reluctantly being dragged along by him, heels digging into the ground, and when he glanced down at the dunmer’s face Neht looked terrified. Against his wishes the body he was in only held him tighter, eyes narrowing as Nerevar’s mouth opened but no sound came out. His whole body was stiff in Voryn’s arms, face pale grey with a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

“What is it, Moon and Star?” Voryn’s voice came out of his throat as he leaned in close. “Impatient as you are, we still have to greet our guests… Look how happy they all are to see the two of us, bound together as one.” The corpses remained still, voices in the background only growing louder as if trying to drown out Nerevar and Voryn’s thoughts. “Or can you not wait for me, my beloved?” Nerevar’s tongue fluttered in vain in his mouth, still no sound coming out but looking more terrified than ever, trembling in his arms as Voryn’s nails dug into his side. “Here, my love,” Voryn leaned in close, mouth inches from Nerevar’s. “Let me soothe all your worries… Just relax and give in to me…”

Voryn’s eyes snapped open, looking up at the ceiling. He was sweating bullets, and somehow kicked the blankets off him. As he glanced out the window he could see it was still night, nowhere close to morning. As he listened in he couldn’t hear Nerevar shuffling papers in his room, so he assumed it must be fairly late if even the chimer was asleep. 

He laid there, trying in vain to still his racing heart, but every time he closed his eyes he saw the corpses, saw Neht staring back at him in horror and trying to get away but unable to move or even breathe. His stomach churned as he slowly rose to his feet, and shuffled down the hall.

It was improper for him to creep into the hortator’s room while he was sleeping. Voryn was well aware of that. If any ordinators caught him they’d surely accuse him of trying to murder Nerevar in his sleep. But Voryn wasn’t able to sit still after that dream; normally he could roll over and fall back asleep after some time, but he couldn’t relax when pins and needles wracked his limbs and his chest felt so tight. All he wanted to calm down was to see Nerevar’s beautiful, golden face alive and well and at peace. 

The hortator’s room was dark and pleasantly cool as opposed to how overwhelmingly hot his own room felt. Nerevar was curled up on the bed, his legs tangled in the sheets, holding a pillow firmly as if he was curled up with someone. Jealousy hit Voryn briefly as he longed to be under Nerevar, having the hortator curled up and sleeping so peacefully on his chest rather than the soft fabric. 

Voryn watched for a while, his fingers occasionally twitching with the urge to reach out and caress some of the hair from Neht’s gorgeous face. Seconds felt like minutes as he watched, before the clouds parted and moonlight illuminated his face. Then, beautiful blue eyes cracked open, looking up at him.

“Voryn…?” The hortator’s voice was soft and raspy from sleep, and Voryn felt his cheeks go hot.

“... I’m sorry.” Voryn whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Are you…” Nerevar’s words were slurred slightly. “Can you not sleep…?” Nerevar asked, yawning. “Bad dream?”

“Yes.” Voryn answered. “I just… Wanted to see your face.”

Nerevar smiled softly, rolling over properly and then moving the blankets up. 

“Come here.” The hortator invited him with a sleepy smile, barely able to keep his eyes open. 

“I-I couldn’t.” Voryn whispered back. He just wanted to see Neht’s face, not invite himself into Nerevar’s bed. 

“It’s no problem, ‘Ryn…” Nerevar looked content as could be, hair sprawled out messily, mohawk smushed from laying down. The lazy, soft smile on his face and long white lashes like clouds over sky blue had Voryn’s heart racing. “C’mere, I’ll help you fall right back asleep.” 

Hesitantly, Voryn climbed in the bed, before Nerevar got to quick work making sure he was comfortable, tucking the both of them under the blankets. Then, once he was satisfied Voryn was sufficiently cozy, he curled up like a cat on Voryn’s chest, sighing with contentment. Slowly, Voryn’s arms came to wrap about Nerevar, watching as Nerevar nuzzled closer. And just as slowly the anxiety began to melt off him, as his breathing evened out. 

“I’ve got you, Voryn.” Nerevar mumbled against him, taking Voryn’s hand and lacing their fingers together. “G’night…” 

After a few moments, when Voryn was sure Nerevar drifted off to sleep, he leaned in to kiss his head, holding him a bit tighter, a tear running down his cheek.

“Sweet dreams, Nerevar…”