This is a long-time coming buuutttt I guess I should finally say something. So first off- no, the blog isn’t dead forever! I’ve just been taking a very long, very unplanned hiatus due to personal reasons that I’ll touch on a bit.
Putting it under a readmore because it’s a lot but TLDR version:
EQP is not dead! It’s just on impromptu hiatus until I figure some real life things out.
Seeing as I recently got strep (freaking again) then I should be able to properly illustrate the sorrows of sickness.
Also, I cannot wait to write the alien’s reaction. Should be amazing.
Also there may be some fluff because I friggin ship people together and want them to make out and have fifty babies but whatever I have ta pace myself
Everything seemed normal. Like any other day, everyone was busy with their jobs, working to keep the ship in tip-top shape.
Xylion was currently working on the checkup. He had already gone through all the mechanisms, medical wing, kitchen, dormitories, and main console. All that was left was to check on the crew. After all, a good ship cannot run without its crew being in perfect shape.
“Line up in the break room for a checkup. I repeat, line up in the break room for a checkup.” Xylion said through the announcement system.
When Xylion arrived, everyone was already lined up. Dattalion stood away from them, and when Xylion walked in, he nodded and walked up by him. They then began to check everyone for any injuries and asked them about whether or not they were in pain.
“No, I haven’t done anything that would cause injury, sir.” Sil’keen babbled, pressing her paws together.
“Nope. Other than the bump on the head I got this morning from dropping my wrench on my head, nothing.” Grudge said, knocking the side of his head.
“Nothing that I can think of, no. My job isn’t exactly dangerous. I’m just the janitor.” Tilorian said, his whole body seeming to shrink into itself.
“I mean, I accidentally cut myself yesterday, but Quinn patched me up. Besides, cuts are ordinary for any chef.” Micheele said, adjusting her hat.
“I’m the Captain. I don’t do much other than sit in my chair and steer the ship. But even that’s only about an hour each day. We do have autopilot, after all.” Zellnor said, chuckling slightly at the end of his sentence.
“Nothing I can think of, Xylion.” Human Isaac said, his face smeared with grease.
“If I was hurt, I would’ve patched myself up.” Human Quinn said, her green hair falling in front of her eyes
All Human Mason did was shake his head.
“No. I haven’t done any experimenting recently, so it’d be pretty hard for me to get injured.” Human Fredrick said, adjusting his glasses.
And then they got to Human Jenny.
Xylion immediately noted she looked different. Her skin was paler and he could clearly see dark circles under her eyes. Her nose was red and slightly swollen, and beads of sweat seemed to trickle down her face. She looked exhausted.
“Are you okay, Human Jenny?” Xylion asked, eyeing her up and down.
Human Jenny nodded slowly, her eyes barely focusing on him. “I’m…” her voice seemed to vanish for a second, “-pletely fine.”
Dattalion frowned. “Are you sure?”
Human Jenny nodded, but halfway through she began to cough violently. Xylion’s eyes widened and he immediately looked to Dattalion for help. He quickly moved to her and began to pat her body, obviously looking for any injuries. However, when Dattalion got lower, Human Jenny froze and then furiously whacked him on the head.
Human Quinn rolled her eyes at the alien and then pressed the back of her hand to Human Jenny’s forehead. Human Quinn nodded. “You feel like you have a temperature, Jenny. How did you get sick?”
“I’m not-” violent coughing “-sick!”
However, Human Quinn didn’t take no for an answer and forced Human Jenny to go to the clinic.
Xylion was forbidden to go in there. Dattalion didn’t know if the disease she had was dangerous to aliens, so they decided to quarantine the area.
Xylion had no idea why, but he was scared. He was scared for Human Jenny. What if this disease was fatal? What if she never recovered?
He couldn’t have a crewmember die on him.
That’s what he kept telling himself.
Xylion was currently sitting right outside the clinic, waiting for any news. It had felt like ages, just waiting for something. He didn’t know how long it had been when Human Fredrick and Human Isaac came over.
“What’s wrong, man?” Human Isaac asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“I’m just worried for Human Jenny, that’s all.” Xylion said, looking down at his gloved tentacles.
Human Fredrick chuckled. “You look more worried than you’re letting on, Xylion.”
Xylion was confused. “What do you mean? I am just worried about my fellow crewmember.”
Human Isaac threw his head back and laughed. “I don’t have a degree in psychology, and I certainly am not smart, but even I can tell you’re being a bit too worried. She just has a cold. Should be better in like, a day or two.”
Xylion felt his nerves settle. But why though? He certainly didn’t feel this nervous about other crewmembers. Unless-
“Well, it looks like Grudge is gonna need some help fixing up the plumbing.” Human Isaac said, looking down at a communication device.
Human Fredrick nodded. “I should go and analyze this ore we picked up off of Planet 559.”
“See you, Xylion!” Human Isaac said as the two walked off.
Xylion blinked, and then sunk even deeper into his chair. Before he could sink an deeper into his mind, the door opened. Dattalion stood there with a stupid grin on his face. “You can see her now, lover boy.”
Xylion began to secrete mucus.
However, he calmed himself and walked in. Human Quinn nodded at hi as she walked out. Xylion glanced over at Human Jenny. She looked at him. “What were you doing waiting out there?” Her voice was hoarse, and he could barely hear her.
“I needed to make sure my crewmember was alright.” He whispered, sitting down on the chair next to her.
Human Jenny sat up, laughing as best she could. “I just have the flu, don’t worry about me.”
“I worry about all my crewmembers.”
Her smile seemed to fade. “Right.”
Xylion frowned. “Are you alright, Human Jenny?”
She nodded, looking away from him. “Of course! Just a…peachy.”
Xylion didn’t know what that meant. “Are you sure?”
Human Jenny looked at him, her eyes narrowed. “I promise I am okay, Xylion.”
He nodded. The two descended into silence.
Human Jenny coughed a few times while Xylion felt the mucus begin to secrete even faster. He tugged his sleeves further down until they touched his gloves, prohibiting her rom seeing any of it. Why did he care about what she saw? Why did he care about what she thought of him?
Xylion sighed. “I’m going to go, Human Jenny. I hope you get better soon.”
As he was standing up, his arm was suddenly grabbed. He frowned as he looked at her. “Human Jenny-”
Xylion was cut off. HIs eyes widened at her action. He felt the mucus begin to secrete even faster than before. His heart was beating quickly. How would he respond to this? How did one respond when their whole body was frozen? Xylion couldn’t move as he was rooted to the floor.
She had just kissed him.
On the cheek.
Human Jenny pulled away, her cheeks flushed red. “Thank you, Xylion. Thank you for checking on me.”
“Of- of- of-” Xylion couldn’t say anything, so he just nodded.
Human Jenny blushed even more before she sat back down. Xylion let out a breath and looked down at her as she laid down and pulled the covers over her face. Xylion sighed before stepping back and walking towards the door.
As it opened, he stole one last look at her before walking out.
I either just made your day or made you want to cut me into a thousand little pieces. Not sure which one.
How’d you like the chapter?
Did I just say chapter? What the fudge? Am I really that friggin’ tired? This is tumblr not Wattpad you stupid face.
*coughs even more awkwardly*
Speaking of Wattpad, I will post something about it later, along with something else regarding this series.
If you want to request something, then please message me! I may be busy with school and learning how to frickin’ drive, but I will do my best to answer ya’ll!
don’t let anyone tell you that you’re too old for stickers, glitter glue, crayons, really anything you’d find in the “kids’ craft” section
I got a few packs of Silly art supplies and honestly? I’ve had a blast finding applications for them. I firmly believe that being in an artistic rut is the perfect moment to play with anything in your “bottom of the bin” art supplies.
The majority of my experimental stuff works out so well (as far as me being pleased at least) is a result of weird textures from drying pens, blobby paint, markers that blend oddly, smudgy ballpoints… Revel in that.
I mean if you need a prime example, look at how far coloring books have come. They’ve gone from cheap, free-stock-image As Seen on TV schemes (a la Colorama) into gorgeous stencils upon which to lay your own ideas into. Stamps and shrinky-dinks are coming along similarly. It’s merely a change in marketing and price ranges when a fad comes along.
OH MY GERD GUYS WHAT THE HELL?! MISHA IS JOINING TUMBLR?! NO MAKE HIM STOP! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DAM DESTIEL, WINCEST, WINCESTIEL, AND SAMSTIEL SMUT AND WORSE I HAVE ON MY FRIGGIN BLOG! ADMINISTRATORS OF TUMBLR PLEASE DONT LET MISHA MAKE THIS HORRIBLE DECISION! OH MY GERD I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! MISHA IS TOO INNOCENT FOR THIS SITE AND THATS SAYING SOMETHING! OH GOD I HAVE TO DELETE SO MANY OF MY POSTS JUST IN CASE HE SEES IT! UGH! GUYS YOU SHOULDNT OF EVEN ANSWERED HIS POLL! *ripping hair out* DO YOU WANT TO SCAR THAT PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL MAN CHILD?! HUH YOU IDJITS?! WELL YOU ASSHATS?! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT!? WHATS NEXT HES GONNA BE INFLUENCED BY US TO CREATE A WATTPAD AND FANFICTION.NET ACCOUNT?! DONT GET ME STARTED ON DEVIANT ART! OHMYGODYOUFREAKINGIDJITASSBUTTASSHATSONFABITCHES! I HAVENT SLEPT IN TWO DAYS!