#Sorry again for the delay

[redbloodtea]

Valentines!

@yomigummies

Hey! I'm so so sorry about this being a day late, but I wrote this for you! Florence was a joy to write, and I hope I did her justice

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Valentine’s Day is not Florence Amber’s favorite holiday.  

It honestly never has been. When she was a kid she felt left out, like it was a holiday for adults, and as she got older the little dates and half-off candies felt trite to say the least. The date itself felt random, with no importance astronomically or meteorologically. But the worst thing about Valentine’s Day was the way it made people rush.

Florence would freely admit to being an old-fashioned kind of girl. She liked classics, timeless things built to last, and she wasn’t sorry for it. However, it did make her a little, as the last person she was interested in accused her, high maintenance.  

She wanted love letters and dancing and long walks, not coffee dates before heading back to the dorm of some bozo who didn’t even want to get to know her! Valentine’s Day, at least on WooMoo’s campus, was decidedly more the latter than the former.  

There had been 3 confessions so far today, two of which were from people who she’d never even seen before. Florence had let them down gently, while not disclosing anything of her own life, of course. It sort of made her wish for a time before Cameron and Deja wriggled their way into her life. An impenetrable bubble of composure would be helpful in a crisis like this.

On top of the confessions to her face, there was also an assortment of gifts and cards, all in blistering shades of red and pink of course. They were rarely things she liked. The gifts were chocolates, teddy bears, flowers, that sort of thing. All examples of things she liked, but they weren’t given to her by someone she liked. They weren’t even given to her by someone she knew!

The letters were what Florence appreciated the most. She’d always adored love letters, and the effort involved made her feel like someone wanted to take their time with her. Like she was worth the time. The problem with the letters was all in the execution.  

There were elementary level poetry letters, letters that tried to be funny, letters that made her uncomfortable, even letters that just made her sad. But even with all of that, even with the stack of letters two inches thick in her bag just waiting to be disposed of, there were no letters that tried to know her. No letters that even seemed to want to.  

Despite the trials of the day and the smooth roil of her thoughts, Florence was feeling pretty good. Cameron had already decided to stay at her and Deja’s apartment that night for a study session that was quickly going to turn into a movie marathon. Having her two best friends together with her? That could make any day good.

The three of them planned to meet on the Green so they could walk back together, so she set her steps to the path. Florence turns quickly past a building when she sees one of the people who confessed to her this morning. It was one of the two she didn’t know the name of, maybe Alex? Whatever it was, she needed to get away.

Thankfully, the Green isn’t far. It’s not snowing currently, but the piles of it are still thick over the ground, and Florence shivers a little, thankful for her thick coat. She pauses for a moment to breathe on her fingers to try and coax some warmth back into the frigid red tips of them, and as she stands for a moment a figure shoulders past her.

She whips around in shock. The path was almost empty, there was zero need to do that! But Florence deflates when she sees that the figure isn’t there. She huffs and shoves her hands in her pockets. When she does, she feels the brush of firm rich paper against her numb fingertips. Florence can’t help but brace when she pulls it out from her pocket, holding it entirely away from her body as she flicks it open.

“Another one?”

For all Deja’s voice is amused, her face is flat and annoyed.

She’s also dressed warmly for the weather, her usual crop top long put away. The fuzzy boots and skinny jeans amuse Florence even though the whole situation is annoying. She’s going to have to wait to see if Deja’s wearing any rings though, because her hands are covered in sleek purple gloves.

Florence sighs. Something about Valentine’s Day makes people get into such a tizzy about confessing. This attempt had at least been interesting, a pink note with swirly handwriting dictating the start of a scavenger hunt that presumably leads to the confessor. Which, weird, but points for creativity.

Cameron, arriving a moment after Deja, leans over her shoulder to see what the note says, and they make a face.

“Red ink on pink paper? I hope that scavenger hunt helps them hunt down some good taste.”

“That’s too much to ask these people,” Deja huffs.

Florence can’t say she disagrees, but…

“There’s no need to be mean.”

At that, Cam scoffs.  

“Come on, Renz!” they wheedle, laying more of their weight on her shoulder, “They’re not taking the time to get to know you! Take it slow! As your best friends it’s our solemn duty to make sure you’re romanced the way you deserve.”

“Moonlit serenades included,” Deja adds with a poke.

With a sigh, warm and a little tired, Florence turns and catches Deja and Cam in a hug. The note is still held loosely in one hand, garish against the purple and black of Deja’s braids.  

They all lean for a moment, before Deja pushes away, a more serious look in her eye.  

“But seriously, are you okay,” she asks, concern clear. “We can always run someone off, if you need. That’s what the van is for.”

Cam gasps dramatically at that, but settles down quickly to chime in.  

“Yeah, we’ve got your back.”  

The reassurance is simple, but their voice is clear and quiet with it. Their lavender eyes quickly catch her own brown ones, and when Cameron smiles, she can’t help but smile back.

“Let’s go back to the apartment,” Florence says, warm at the thought of spending a day of love with the people she loves best, “I want to watch some movies.”

Cam and Deja glance at each other, confused.  

“Do you wanna hit the coffee shop first or?” Cam drags out the last word, their voice dipping with confusion, until Deja smacks her arm into their stomach, and they stop with a squeak.

“What Cameron is trying to say, is that they want a drink if you’re up for it.”

Then she furrows her brows. “It’s okay if you’re not, to be clear. We can just go back.”

Florence thinks for a moment, rocking back and forth on her heels. She would love to go back and just relax for a year. The apartment will be warm, and the pile of movies they’re to work through isn’t small. On the other hand, the chocolate croissants at the café just past the Green, about a block off the path to her and Deja’s apartment, are the best she’s ever had.

“I could go for a pastry,” she decides with a nod, “As long as you two keep the hounds away?”

Cameron grins brightly, their eyes squinting shut. “We’ll be your loyal knights, your majesty!”

Deja hums and then bows dramatically with a grin as she gestures for you to pass. “My liege.” Her voice is bone dry, but her eyes are warm enough to soak in and beat out the cold.  

Florence just laughs and passes her by. She turns to walk backwards for a moment and asks, “What are you thinking about getting?”

Deja and Cam are both walking behind her and are both visibly thinking about her question. Finally, Deja nods to herself once, and simply says “Something pink.”

Cameron’s eyes, from where they had shut in consideration shoot open with shock. “That’s it? You don’t have a spreadsheet or a flow chart or a highlighted plan of action? Are you sick?”

Deja shoves them with a huff. “I like pink, and this is the best time to get it. It’s not like Bluebird makes me worry about it being vegan, the only thing they refuse to do is vegan croissants.”

“Still!” Cam subsides with a giggle, “You always have a plan, you know?”

They turn to Florence with a smile and say, “Right? Deja always has a plan.”

She nods solomly. “You can’t beat the allegations.”

Deja throws her hands up in exasperation. “I wouldn’t want to!”

She settles with an amused huff. “What do you want to get, Cam?”

Perking up, they start to chat about the different pastries and drinks Bluebird Café has to offer around Valentines. Cam loves Valentine’s Day, because they love the kitsch and the color.

They like people having fun with life, especially in wintertime. It doesn’t hurt that they have Bluebird’s menu memorized.

Bluebird Café is signified by the hanging sign in the shape of a diving bird painted blue, though Florence is fairly certain it doesn’t have the silhouette of a bluebird. The owner, Gloriosa, just shrugs when asked about it.  

It’s a cute shop, with warm yellow lights and blue pillows and cushy chairs. Plenty of lace and scalloped edges about, and the warm smell of rich coffee and baked goods. For this whole week the staff have done the place up with pink and white crepe paper hanging between the exposed beams of the high ceiling. The doilies that dot the area are all heart-shaped and, most distressingly to Florence, they draped the plush bluebirds that nest on shelves and loveseats with red cloth.

The Bluebird has gone love crazy.

Thankfully, they aren’t planning on staying.  

They get all their orders to go, though Deja does chat with the weary student working the counter. Cameron isn’t as open here as they are at their beloved diner, but all of the group goes here often enough for a quick bite and an amazing drink.

The drinks come quickly, with Florence getting what she usually does, Deja has the pinkest drink Florence has ever seen, and Cameron with a hot chocolate that has as many marshmallows as could be negotiated for. The pastries are added to a bag, and Florence waves at the student working the register as they leave.

Maybe, she thinks with a smile as she sips her drink, her friends chattering beside her, Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad after all.

[fl00mie]

2 days late for inktobertale now (wasn't at home most of the day yesterday and got so effing eepy i couldn't draw anything i liked) and thinking about experimenting a bit more with the drawings, like no more sketches from now on.. or so, i just wanna have fun so i'll probably be late all the month because of that, sorry!

[boozenboze]

Hey loves, sorry for the delay these past few weeks have been very busy for me. Part 2 of my last post will be coming out soon and I also have another idea that I think ya’ll may like.🤷🏽‍♂️

Tf!141 x Fyodor Dostoyevsky!Male reader

Let me know if y’all would want that 👁👄👁👍🏽

[squarefriend]

OK SO IM ALITTLE LATE ON THESE THANKS TO HAVING A BIG ASS HEADACHE THROUGH MOST OF YESTERDAY DAY BUUUT

TorielWeek Day 4 :Diary

I’m of the opinion that homegirl has some pretty bad insomnia (whaaat TOTALLY not projecting definitely) and writing out jokes or cataloguing her day just really helps her out. It’s a distraction and also helps focus her brain in a way that makes it easier to sleep??? Idk. That diary is just important to her.

ONTO THE NEXT ONE

TorielWeek Day 5: Horns

Not much explanation here. I just think that having horns has its benefits…….

And it’s downsides.

[gaysonlyocean]

Have you written any lore about the selkies in your original story? Do you have any neat ideas/or facts about them?

apologies for the delay 😭 i got dms from friends as i was typing and forgot to continue

i do!!

so they all stay pretty far north for the most part, in colder waters and a number of them have even started living in the arctic, though these are usually young adults

newborns look more like a cross between seals and humans, fuzzy with lil bald spots on their hands, face and chest, short arms and no legs just a seal tail, after a few months of life [3-6 months usually] these bald spots disappear and they appear to be regular seals but really its just their pelt has matured, they can swim just fine but around 8 months their guardian will start taking them out of their pelt for a few minutes so they can learn to walk like a human when in their humanoid form

they have minor atmokinesis and the ability to curse, few ever use it and its usually reserved for times of grief or anger, for example a selkie who has had their family killed by humans may curse those responsible to be taken by a storm

yknow that video going around of a cat crunching really loudly? they do that!

theyre carnivores, typically their diet is 65% fish, 30% crustraceans and 5% seabirds, teenagers tend to eat more seabirds because its more elusive and exciting to hunt

speaking of, typically the selkies that encounter humans are teenagers and young adults trying to be brave and reckless, its very unlikely to encounter a young child or a grown adult but it is more likely to meet a elderly selkie, as they have enough experience to know its unlikely for them to be taken away

selkies have large communities, usually 3 families together but more can be found, it makes it easier for everyone to stick together

[katrani]

okay! finally finally finally let's get back to Yatagarasu!!!!!!!!

reminder: i've seen the whole show (just once, during initial broadcast), but have not dove into the novels or manga or even creator interviews. I'm going through the anime as a contained story with its own contained details, though I do welcome knowing if there is extra info provided somewhere.

[valiantarcher]

Sorry for the delay!

At this rate, just leaving an open tag for anyone who would like to do this.

Everyone post a random picture from your gallery,this is a tag game yes

@fymo-blogs @the-real-gmail @totally-china @dhampirdreamerz @france-unofficial

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[dcxdpdabbles]

Holiday request: child support

John is in a meeting with the Justice League when Clockwork comes knocking. It's a regular update on security and safety procedures, the kind of boring stuff John would have customarily skipped out on, except that this meeting also covers how to provide younger teams support.

Teams that his son was a part of. If Danny was ever on a mission, that could have ended in him passing simply because some wanker didn't know how to find him or how to help him in time?

So here was John, half slumped over his chair as Batman droned about procedures and policies. He had barely gotten through Wonder Woman's long lecture on support combat.

He was thinking of grabbing a coffee- John's been working on his drinking after making a promise to try and get sober for his son- so he was replacing the urge for alcohol with coffee. It was one of the hardest things he's ever done.

Thankfully, he knows some spells that help with withdrawals. It's better than the alternative, even if some days are shitter than others.

"Hello, Johnny," Coos, the Ancient being of Time, flouting before him in his human form. John can feel every hero's jaw drop even as he smiles awkwardly at the other parent of his child.

"Clockwork." He greets, eyes taking in the gorgeous features of Time. He nods his head towards the bag, flouting by Clockwork. "Lovely to see you as always. Got a gift for me?"

"Hmm." Clockwork flouts down, landing on his feet and surveying the room. His pure red eyes sparkled in amusement as the awestruck members of the Justice League. Even Batman seemed momently thrown- though if that was because of Clockwork's beauty or the insane amount of power pushing down on all their souls was anyone's guess.

"I've come to spend a weekend with my son. And you, I suppose, if you do not mind housing me." Clockwork says, at last, patting the bag. John feels his mouth go dry. Yes, he slept with Acient before and wouldn't be opposed to another round, but Clockwork wasn't his average ex.

Clockwork held the entire multiverse at the tip of his fingers, suspended on his amusement, and it could all be destroyed with a mere snap from the other. If he found disproved of even the slightest thing about how John was raising Danny, he could kill billions of people, or worse, he could take Danny away.

John feels cold dread grip his heart even as he laughs. "Of course, I can house you. I hope you won't find being in the human world too much hassle."

"Oh no. I have the perfect disguise to blend in with the humans." Clockwork assures, pulling out a pair of fetching glasses and a white cane. He places them on his head and taps his stick on the ground before grinning. John finds himself instantly spotting the same cocky curve to Danny's own grin, and his heart swells.

"Now, where is my boy? It's been years since I last saw him." Clockwork pauses before shrugging his head. "Or it's only been nine months in this realm. Still a long time for my son."

The Ancient snaps his fingers, ripping a portal open to the front of Danny's school. He offers his arm to the blond man, nodding toward Gotham Academy. The soft ring of the dismissal bells rings as students start pouring out of the front door in drones. Classes for the day have just ended.

"Come along, Johnny. Guide me." John shoots the Leauge an apologetic smile, knowing they will understand how important this visit is. He loops his arm through Clockwork, while heaving the man's bag over his other shoulder. The soft tapping of Clockwork's cane on the ground is the portal's only sound before it slams closed.

It cuts off the explosion of noise the Leauge makes, but with all those overlapping voices, John has no idea who said what.

Danny walks out of the school with Damian, Jon, and Colin, laughing and beaming at the younger boys. Clockwork pauses for a few seconds before he beams.

"You're doing a great job, Johnny." The Ancient says just as Danny's gaze locks on them. His face fumbles with ripples of emotion before lighting up in glee. He races towards them with a gutted shout, "Father!"

Clockwork opens his arms just as Danny slams into him. John steps back, but the Ancient grabs the sleeve of his trench coat and drags him into the hug.

"A really great job." The non-human whispers into John's ear. He feels a soft caress against his magic as if Clockwork was brushing the hair out of his face. His heart flutters softly, even as Danny beams at them, and various teenagers panic at his boy's beauty.

Something tells John that having his ex visiting won't be as bad as he initially thought.

[hummise]

thank god for emotionally mature and responsible adults

[staticwaffles]

ANDOR 1.09 Nobody's Listening!

[ohproserpine]

dapper deer

[luffyadolover]

@acid-ixx here it is :))

(excluding first three drawings)

first drawing:

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence.

second drawing:

you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together.

third drawing:

it was your teachers who would be the one having to walk you up the stage whenever you achieved an award. alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions.

fourth drawing:

it's ironic, really, for a child to prep and plan for their own celebration just to hope that a single member of their family to even walk by the kitchen and join them in on their already lonesome celebration.

too bad everybody only goes to the kitchen when alfred cooks for them. who would want to taste sadness in a sloppily made birthday cake, right? nobody, not even you would have the appetite to eat your cake with the knowledge that it was you who had to put all the effort to bake it because you didn't want alfred to feel obligated to.

fifth drawing:

your family celebrates holidays together as a whole, but you never once attended after that one time where everybody had forgotten to get you a gift for christmas, save for alfred who gave you a bracelet (one that you cherished deeply).

sixth drawing:

the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names — a bastard child, he told you one day.

seventh drawing:

you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers.

eighth drawing:

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes

[cherry-pop-elf]

Kiss It Better Pt: 5

Curly x Reader

SUM: You had been sleeping in the med bay when Daisuke came to find you. Nearly stabbed him, but despite the scare he shared with you some good news! Jimmy managed to open the shipment bay. Now you all can finally get more resources to survive. Right…..?

Warnings: Jimmy, and uh. Actually that’s it. Hmph! Chapter breather again! No real trigger I can tell. Just ya know “it’s a mouthwashing fic” awareness stuff!

Your sleep was miserable. You swore you didn’t even sleep at all. You had just laid there all night, listening to Curly’s painful breathing and flinching at whatever noise the ship caused. No real rest. Only restlessness.

You even heard someone coming down the hallway. Your heart raced, as you gripped your knife tighter under the pillow. There was someone coming, and you had to be prepared. Sure it could be Anya, since she is the nurse.

But what if it’s not?

You would hear the door open, and you tried to look relaxed. Look like you were still fast asleep, and not waiting. Waiting for any sign of proof that it wasn’t Jimmy. Just praying it’s Anya.

So far it didn’t seem so. The foot steps were heavy, like wearing boots. There was also the fact Anya would speak to herself often. Just saying the quietest of things. Just whatever she was thinking. Didn’t hear a an expected ‘oh my-‘ that was gentle and soothing. None of that.

Just heavy foot steps that stood infront of you. Could even feel the body heat coming closer. Made you sweat in fear. The hell was Jimmy going to do? Did he think you were too tired to notice a touch?

Like hell you’ll be next.

You swung the blade right out of the pillow, and was quick to sit up. Panting in a blend of anger and fear.

To your horror it was not Jimmy.

It was Daisuke.

He had managed to fall on his ass just in time. You had been so terrifyingly close to nailing him. You had ghosted his cheek so close you nicked some of his hair right off his head. The small strands now on the floor.

“Oh god, I am so sorry-! I thought you were Jimmy. Fuck, Suke I am so sorry-“ You left the knife on your pillow, as you looked at your hands in disgust. How you were so close to almost seriously hurting your friend.

Typical Daisuke fashion, he laughed it off.

“Don’t worry about it Nakama! I totally get it. You are Curly’s Koibito! Course you were get defensive. I don’t blame you a lick! Pretty impressive, gotta admit. I would even say cool if I wasn’t on the other end of it.” He would laugh away, as he understood the situation.

Strange….He didn’t question you on why you said Jimmy…..

“Oh-! I came in here to tell you something! I figured you were in here, since I knocked on your bedroom door and nothing was responded back. So here’s the deal, Jimmy managed to unlock the shipment door. He told me to round everyone up so we can meet there and enter together.” He explained to you, as he would help you stand up.

He managed to open the door? Finally. His ass was finally being useful. Maybe there was finally something to make these remaining days less terrifying, and maybe extra in case of delays. It was to ideal to expect them to arrive exactly 28 days from now. Never hurts to have extra. Maybe there were better medical supplies! Yeah, also over optimistic but what else did you have left?

“Thanks. I’ll be out in a minute. Need to check over Curly first and all-“ You explain, as Daisuke gave a nod of understanding. Was also going to be used to help collect your thoughts. Damn you needed some proper sleep, but you were too worried for Curly and Anya. Suppose as the spouse of the captain you felt some kind of responsibility.

You don’t even have a role and you still had more respect and nerve to take care of everyone over the new captain.

How peculier.

“I’ll wait outside the door. Give ya privacy and all that.” He said, before stepping out of the door. He even was whistling to make some noise to give you two somewhat of privacy. Damn that guy was such a sweetheart. Even after so much.

Such a ray of sunshine.

You would run through his routine, and used it to help ground yourself. Just things that were familiar and automatic. Just had to get your brain in the game. Wake up a little bit more.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise. I love you, and remember. Just a few more weeks. You can do this. We can return back to those snowy mountains together. You and me. Have your siblings join us even, and watch them face plant over and over from their shitty balance.” You tried to give him hope, and his broken laugh said it worked.

You would kiss his forehead, before tucking away the knife into your robe pocket. Your card ID was in the other, so you didn’t risk damaging it or losing it when pulling the blade out. You also would lay Curly’s head on your pillow, in some kind of hope it could help him get some sleep.

For once he actually seemed to finally rest his eye. Suppose knowing it was your pillow, and having the faintest scent of you, was soothing something in his brain. That special little button to over run certain factors.

Some rest.

With one more Love You, you would now join Daisuke with heading over to the shipment bay. There with Anya and Swansea. Luckily Anya was standing next to Swansea, so that gave you some relief. Did feel a little guilty you didn’t hurry over sooner.

“About damn time you two. What took you so long? Actually, I don’t care. Let’s just get these doors open and finally see what the hell was so important for us to ship over a year’s time frame.” You glared at the nerve he had to talk to you, AND Daisuke, like that.

Even Swansea was shooting him an annoyed look.

“Just open the damn door, kid-“ The eldest of the group warned. “You got it unlocked, go on and open it already! No point in waiting any longer. Let’s see what the hell was so important they had to have it locked down so hard.” He added on.

Jimmy would give an eye roll, before listening to him. With the scanner triggering the override, the doors would finally click themselves to unlock. Sounded like they haven’t opened in years compared to months. Had you a bit worried.

The doors would slide themselves open, and you all were greater to a massive hall. Was just endless boxes. All about the same size, but it was looking into a sky full of stars. Felt like it went on forever. Was so high you swore you could catch a wisp of a cloud.

“Damn….” Swansea muttered, as you all would walk into the shortage volt. A strong stench of mint was quick to hit you all as well. Good to make the eyes water. Had you cough a bit by such an intense flavor overload.

“Smells like someone threw like a mint bomb in here. Phew-!” Daisuke would wave at his face, as Anya seemed to be the only one not really bothered. Suppose years of disinfect use makes you kinda nose blind.

“Wonder why it’s so minty in here.” You pondered, as Jimmy went to grab one of the boxes. Seemed to have some heft, given the weight lifter had to put in some effort to get it down.

Everyone was soon surrounding the box. Just wondering whatever could be inside. What could have been so important to ship, why there is so many, and why the hell the shipment was taking so long to get. Maybe it’s something important so no matter what people would have come for them? That would be nice.

Seems like thank god you found that transmitter.

“Is….is this-?”

“Mouthwash-?!”

Everyone was left kinda speechless. Just there infront of you was a box stuffed with mouthwashing bottles. Just simple, easy to make, mouthwash. Nothing special at all. Just dental hygiene.

Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of mouth wash bottles.

Left you all rather speechless. The hell does someone say? It’s just a bottle of liquid you are meant to spit out. It’s not even useful! And this ship was stuffed with it!

Anya would pick up a bottle, and read off the ingredients. Just trying to find some kinda of use for it. Meanwhile the rest of you were kinda having a crisis.

You on the fact Curly went through all this abuse for something that is not worth dying for. Made your ears ring, and nothing could really get through your head. You just had to process this insanity before you. That this was what would have been your final mission call, and what Curly lost his limbs for.

What pulled you away from the cocktail of mixed emotions was Anya panicking.

You quickly looked over, and say Swansea uncorking a bottle. Just out right drinking it.

“Hey hey-! Stop that-!” You ran over, and managed to get him to stop. Half the bottle was empty though. Was it dangerous to drink that stuff? You knew he had been sober for years, but was he really going to be that desperate for a fix?

People were falling apart fast. You needed to bring everyone back into control again. You wish it could be as easy as telling them the truth, but if Jimmy caught scent that help will come he might do something drastic. Maybe go on a killing spree and say he was the last survivor. Maybe something worse? What could be worse?

You didn’t want to know.

“Swansea, please. We still have plenty of rations, right? We aren’t empty on supplies just yet-“ You would take on the position of leader, since Jimmy sure was doing a shit job of it. Didnt say a damn thing when poor Swansea started chugging.

You would jump up on one of the crates, and used it as a stand to get everyone’s attention. Get everyone to focus on you and listen closely. You had to make a plan. Get gears turning in the right directions.

“We are going to be ok. Like I said, we still have supplies left. Curly can afford to stay in his bandages a little longer than normal with how we keep the med bay clean. He can afford to slow down his pain killer usage. We can stretch the food out longer if we make sure to not waste our energy on things that aren’t absolutely needed. We can afford to wait. We can wait. We will wait. At the very least try and give this another month before you guys all go crazy and say mutiny. Ok? We will be ok. Trust me. Curly and I had been victims of a crashed ship before. We will be ok.”

That was a lie.

Curly never crashed a ship in all his years. Never even crashed a damn bike, but sometimes you need to create fake hope to keep people from eating each other alive. That’s what a captain does. You try and take care of your crew by all means possible. You try, at least.

Something Jimmy hasn’t done at all.

“You are right-“ Anya said, before joining you on the box. She was anxious to speak up, because it made Jimmy focus on her, but she wanted to take care of everyone the best she could as well. She wanted to become a doctor for a reason. To help people. Now was her time to shine.

“We just need to remain calm. Panicking and doing things like chugging mouthwash isn’t going to do any of us good. We are still stable right now. Maybe there IS something useful here. We will look through here, while Swansea and Daisuke keep working on trying to repair what they can.”

You were proud of Anya. Having two calm voices was going to have a heavier impact than just one. Seemed to work on Swansea at least. To see you two up there, holding each other for support.

Just like his girls.

“Fine fine. But ONE month. That’s all you’ll get out of me-“ He warned, before whistling for Daisuke to follow him back to the lower decks. Suke didn’t really want to. Not with the fact Jimmy remained so silent during all this, and just glared at the two on the box.

“Jimmy? Your thoughts-?” Daisuke tried to get him to speak. Everyone now looked to the ‘Captain’ now. All he had to do was scoff.

“You heard them. Not like we have any better shit to do.” He narrowed his eyes at you, being suspicious on how you seemed so damn calm about this realization. You hope he thinks you are just good at playing it cool.

“I’m going to see if I can dig my way through some of the foam in the rooms to find any more supplies we can use.” Finally. Something actually useful from him.

That was when the team split up, and you would join Anya in trying to hunt down possible supplies through the thousands of boxes of mouthwash. Maybe something an employee left behind, or other materials stuffed away.

Once you were damn near the back of the storage vault, and any possible sounds of extra footsteps could be heard miles away, you finally pulled her aside.

You told her everything.

She sobbed into your shoulder in pure relief. Things were going to actually be ok indeed. She just had to let it all out. Probably some mixture of that crying was about Curly as well. You had to tell her that part. She’s a nurse. She needed to know for medical purposes. Such as infection risks and what wounds were reopened.

Didn’t know how long she cried, but it was long enough for Jimmy to get suspicious. Ended up hunting you two down in the vault. Fortunately his foot steps were easy to hear from so far away.

You couldn’t help but feel such a heavy dread come your way. That maybe it was better to hide. You didn’t know why. Something just sounded so off about his foot steps. They were heavier…and faster.

“Shhhh-“ You hushed, and she would wipe her eyes clean. Now she heard it to, and it was making her anxious as well. The two of you looked at each other, before to the shelves.

Time to put that ice mountain training with curly to use.

You climbed up the shelves, and tried to get as high as you could. Anya did her best to follow after you. She would directly follow the path you took, but her foot ended up slipping. She managed to grab your robe, and now you were holding on to dear life to the top shelf, while she tried to get her grip again.

“I swear I heard her crying back here. I know I did. I know her crying better than anyone-“ Jimmy muttered, as he was just under you both. Oh how you were trying so hard to keep your grip. You needed to move so bad, but if you did you risked making noise. You just had to hang on. Hang on long enough for him to leave.

Felt like an eternity, but you could hear him walking. That was until Anya’s sandal slipped off from her trying to get her footing.

The echo it made froze your blood.

You could feel him turning around, and you swore it was all over.

“JIMMY! SWANSEA AND I FOUND SOMETHING!” You could hear Daisuke call.

Thank you Ray of sunshine.

You would hear his footsteps fade away, and now you were finally able to help her up to the top shelf. The two of you just hiding there for a while. Catching your breaths, and shaking.

“Will Curly be ok stationed out in our bedroom?” You asked her, when you two were able to breathe.

“Yes….Yes he should. Just need to make sure he remains on clean fabric, a place to hang his IV, and things like that.” She swallowed, as you would stroke her hair.

“And a standby nurse?” You asked, as her eyes stared up at you with such a relief. A real place to hide. To finally get real sleep.

“Never hurts to have extra help.” She consented, as you two kept holding each other. Deep breaths of that painful mint, and the sounds of the ever creaking ship.

You couldn’t help but swear you could hear your husbands groans from the medbay. Maybe it was your imagination or maybe……

Jimmy was taking his anger out on someone.

You closed your eyes, and prayed it wasn’t the latter.

Just twenty eight more days.

Just…….

28 more days until rescue…..

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A drawing of exit glacier that I was going to use in the stonestar story but decided not to finish it, this is an interpretation of how it may have looked a few hundred years ago when the glacier was less receded