#🌊 | a story for another day / drabbles

[captainseamech]

             There was aggressive knocking at Mayor Luskey’s door, almost breaking it and seemingly impatient too. It was way past midnight, clocking around 4am even, of course the man would be upset to be awaken from his sleep. Grabbing the toupée and wearing only the top part of his suit over his pajamas, the man headed outside his home, prepared to scream at whoever dared to wake him up in such a trivial hour...

             Only to find that the perpetrator of such ‘crime’ was none other than High Tide himself, standing just outside in road with thick steam billowing from the corners of his mouth. Oh, he was not happy, and the mayor very quickly realized that with a yelp and shrinking his shoulders as the green light of the mech’s optics beamed over his round figure.

             “O-Oh! I-It’s you! Uh, High Tide, right?” The man trembled in fear and forced his body to approach the fence surrounding his house, giving a nervous wave with an equally nervous chuckle. “To what do I owe you the—”

             “Don’t try to be buddy buddy with me now, Luskey.” High Tide quickly interrupted with a snarl, holding back the urge to be aggressive as much as he could. “I try to do my best to stay out of yer business and always fetch ya yer precious little yachts every time ye sink one. And what do I get in return? Well, ye should guarantee that Heatwave and the rest o the team doesn’t get in serious danger.”

             “Now I object to that!” Luskey pointed a finger at the mech, immediately regretting his action when a growl was heard. “I-I mean, yes I am aware of our deal and I’m doing just what we have discussed prior! You make sure my yachts are always in perfect condition when you retrieve them and I protect the Burns family with the bots too. All is good according to those terms, right?”

             “WRONG!” The sea mech practically roared in response, the steam now escaping from his shoulder and face pipes while getting even thicker. “Not only ye failed to ‘protect’ Heatwave like ye just implied, but ye brought inexperienced people to yer stupid fireworks show, which led to utter disaster!” The cluelesness of the mayor made High Tide disapprovingly click his glossa behind his dentae. “Ye have no idea of what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, do ya? Well, how about ye pay more attention to that stupid reporter instead of sleepin’ and take a look at this?!”

             Opening a temporary screen with the glass of his chest plate, High Tide repeated the broadcast given by Huxley and even dared to show Heatwave’s condition from his point of view. The mayor seemed uninterested and slightly concerned at first — of course he would — until the screen changed for a second time to showcase High Tide’s view of the situation, which made him show relief. “Oh thank goodness the pyrotechnics crew are okay and mostly unharmed!”

             Wrong set of words, buddy. Even his wife, who was spying them both from the door in her robes, quietly facepalmed at her husband’s sentence.

             “Oh really? So what you are sayin’ is that you’re not a little bit concerned about Heatwave’s safety and wouldn’t mind if he died as long as your little precious crew was alive and well?!” The man gesticulated as in an attempt to rephrase himself better, but the mech quickly cut that short. “Nah ah ah! Don’t try and lie to me, yer first impression already said everything that I needed to hear.”

             “Now ye listen ‘ere, ye scummy scallywag.” High Tide towered over the mayor and pointed a digit at him, his shadow practically taking over the scenario. “Ye may care less about the bots, but they try their best to make sure yer citizens are all alive and well, especially Heatwave as he’s always in the front lines guidin’ the team. Now thanks to yer lack of care, he’s temporarily out of commission, which means I will be snoopin’ in yer business whether ye like it or not.”

             There was a pause as High Tide leaned in dangerously close to the mayor, green hues ominously washing over the human as he trembled in fear while hugging his toupee for dear life. “And since I’m currently in charge, here’s what I have to say: Stop hiring hatchlings to take over dangerous situations like this one. Stop callin’ people ye don’t know from Maine to delay our efficiency with rescues. Maybe if ye stop spendin’ yer money on a new yacht or useless project that will endanger the whole island, none of this would’ve happened since ye would use that money to hire capable professionals. Am I clear?”

             Mayor Luskey gulped. “W-Well I—”

             “Am I clear, M̸a̶y̶o̴r̷ ̴L̷u̶s̸k̷e̴y̷?” He interrupted with static in his voice and a threatening snarl, causing the man to shriek in fear and quickly nodding his head multiple times. “Good. I expect ye to send a proper apology letter to Heatwave after tonight’s absolute catastrophe.” Getting up to his pedes, High Tide turned and went his path back to the firehouse, heavy pede falls following him through.

             What a way to start the year.

[paintedonmyteeth]

Jax’s lover, Rio 🌊

Just another quick drabbles of head canons with my boy Jax Sparrow and his lover Rio who belongs to @reclusivechiroptera, mainly some general head canons like cuddles, behaviours, what he likes abt his s/o and such other stuff.

Jax will never admit it nor will he say it out loud, but he actually loves visiting the Spanish whenever he has the time on some nights. Again, he’ll never admit this out loud, he’ll just deny it and say he’s only been visiting there for the rum.

Sparrow likes cuddles from the Spanish or just lying in bed with him if they’re not doing much else besides visiting and Jax having the chance to ramble on about his own stories, if this mf’s not horny that is.

Jax finds Rio’s bed comfy to sleep in, nice large bed to curl up in with some fluffy sheets he can crawl under and just pass out after a few bottles of rum.

With that being said yes, Rio’s horniness is fucking scary to him sometimes, even seeing the lengths he’ll go just to bed Jax. He’s slept with women but sleeping with this guy hits different for some reason and it drives him nuts.

Jax is fully aware and loves having the affect on the Spanish by being able to lure in the hunter with his charms or serenade him with whatever songs he’s playing on a guitar.

The pirate’s never going to understand why the Spaniard’s so enamoured with his shirtless body but he doesn’t mind this sort of attention nonetheless.

Jax’s hates feeling this vulnerable and flustered around the Spaniard, no matter how many times he’s building up his pride and ego, mainly his whole personality in general he shows to behave when he’s around the crew. This mf is just gonna tear down that shell of his because he finds him cute.

Just like Jax who has that sort of affect on Rio, Rio also has that affect on Jax which drives him insane into thinking about him almost every day. It’s especially to the point where he finds himself thinking about all the erotic nights he spent with the pirate hunter, it doesn’t happen often but it can happen once or twice in a day.

How the fuck did I fall in love with this idiot again? He doesn’t remember how and he doesn’t question it either. He still hates it whenever the Spanish is teasing him tho, but at the same time he also likes it but he’s not going to say.

Jax tends to bring some gems, trinkets, jewelry, anything that’s gold he looted during some adventure of his to give to Rio as some small gift. Just for some other form of flattery, Jax also has a few songs on guitar he made inspired by the Spanish hunter.

Jax, being the usually reckless idiot he is, does stupid stuff just to get Rio’s attention to make him look cool. Be it running from some other soldiers in the navy, his crazy escape plans, or hatching some other heist to steal a rich man’s money.

Rio’s the first person where Jax actually wants to take his relationship seriously.

[captainseamech]

While the crew celebrated and rang in the New Year, Nami was already occupying herself, taking down Christmas decorations. She appreciated High Tide's reach when she needed it, but for now, she had occupied herself on the step ladder, just a few heads above where the mech stood. The countdown began, and even Nami ceased her duty, to pay attention to the cheers of the crew. Her arm propped atop the ladder where she stood, before she reached for Tide's cheek. A soft caress, to tilt his head up to her, for once. A coy, playful smirk rested on plump lips, before she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. Just centimeters away from his mouth. Her kiss didn't linger, though her lashes fell at half mast, eyeing the robot with a gaze that could almost be considered flirtatious.

"Happy New Year, High Tide. Hope you don't mind --- I think it's bad luck if we don't ring in the new year with a kiss. Isn't that right?"

This year was very eventful indeed. Ever since Nami introduced High Tide to the strawhats after being rescued by the bot, he was having a blast with the crew. Of course, since he was a robot, they all had a lot of questions for him and even with that, he still sticked around with them. He helped them with the Marines, they helped him patch any potential damage in his plating. It’s a teamwork through and through!

But of course, he sticked around with Nami the most. Since he knew most of the water terrain by hand and could detect things easier with the help of his radars, he always helped her out with map making since he was a natural at that. He always helped with everything possible the best he could with any tricks he had up his sleeve, never expecting a reward in return.

But this time was... different.

It was New Year’s Eve, and High Tide once again helped the crew organize things out to celebrate! The ship was generally a mess, but he offered himself to clean it up the next morning. With a chuckle of his own he left the crew celebrating to help Nami take down the Christmas decorations of the pine tree — there was a lot of stuff on that poor thing that it was a miracle it held up during Holidays. The countdown began a few seconds earlier, but the mech didn’t pay that much attention to it as he was too focused trying to unwrap the lights out of his pipes until the navigator pulled his focus to her, making him stop fidgeting with the wires.

High Tide froze for a moment as her hand reached for his face, but he didn’t move or pulled away. He could feel how soft and delicate her skin was, making the cold metal on his face slowly heat up a little in embarassment. Green optics looked at her face for a moment, focusing on her delicate features. The soft pink lips, the large brown eyes full of determination, the orange tones and undertones of her hair... Truly, he appreciated all of it.

His trail of thoughts were momentarily cut when she pulled him for a kiss on the cheek, his optics widening for a moment. It was rather quick, but it was so close to his lips that he almost froze there again if it wasn’t for Nami’s gaze to make him go back into his thoughts together with her words.

“H-Hm,” his optics side glanced the clock. There was 10 seconds left... Perfect. He looked back at Nami with a small shine of his greens. “Yeah... You’re right, it could bring bad luck without a kiss for the New Years...”

A dark metal hand reached for her cheek, gently cupping it. The softness of her skin gently brushed against his warm metal, a smile curling on his features as he heard the countdown reach one... and calmly pulled her for a proper kiss.

His mind was racing fast like the beat of his spark, everything around them seemingly slowing down. To avoid further panic, he focused on what he could feel, that being Nami’s plump lips against his metallic ones. The softness of her skin against the hardness of his. His hand reached for the back of her head, letting the strands of her ginger hair slip between his fingers as he caressed it. It was overwhelming... But in a good way. Overwhelmingly positive, even.

Lingering for just a little longer, the mech parted their lips and the world came back to normal speed, his eyes still lit up by how audacious he just was. His mind was rapidly throwing all kind of thoughts all around, but he decided to focus on the present the best he could by pulling a playful cocky smile with a chuckle.

“But if it wasn’t a proper kiss it wouldn’t work, don’t ye think?”

[captainseamech]

Tag (re)Drop

//At long last, I finally decided to stop everything and focus on my blog by itself! This post is quite long (obviously) and a few tags were slaughtered in the process since I no longer use them and also to make place for new ones, but I hope this eases the tagging mess for once!!

🌊 | outside the ship / ooc

🌊 | inside the ship / ic

🌊 | stuck in my datapad / mobile

🌊 | coming aboard / threads

🌊 | message in a bottle / asks

🌊 | grayfaced annoyance / anonymous

🌊 | a reflection of myself / visage

🌊 | Lapis did a thing / arts & edits

🌊 | in troubled waters / memes & prompts

🌊 | watching over seas / dash comm

🌊 | this looks fun / dash games

🌊 | from another point of view / headcanons

🌊 | through the soul of a sailor / study

🌊 | you're not the only fish in the ocean... / musings

🌊 | all the beauties hidden underwater / aesthetic

🌊 | don't call me tidepod! / crack

🌊 | pay attention landlubbers! / psa

🌊 | maybe for later... / wishlist

🌊 | a story for another day / drabbles

🌊 | singing sea shanties / music & audio

🌊 | in the waves of love / ship stuff

🌊 | ocean man approval / promo

🌊 | ocean man brand / self promo

🌊 | captain's data log / status

🌊 | my new treasure / saved tag

🌊 | checking again / self reblog

🌊 | swimming along / queue