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kisses-soft-like-sunshine · 21 days ago

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Bittersweet - Part I;

Fluff w angst, Lee Know x fem!reader, coffee shop AU, idol AU, 2k words. Content warning: knife, mid violence, mention of blood and injury. nothing graphic!

I like to take things slow, I hope you'll enjoy ♡

Coffee is your thing. It has been for what feels like ages. You remember the first time you smelled the grounded beans your grandmother cherishes, slowly boiling in her French press on a dewy morning. The aroma of your father’s embrace when he would leave early for work, a mixture of wet dirt after a storm and dark chocolate. Coffee was always there for you, even if it took you time to grow accustomed to its taste – or rather tastes.

Everything changed when you set foot in a coffee shop for the first time, though. It didn’t matter how bitter the beverage was to your inexperienced pallet, this was the place for you. This warm blend of hurried workers desperate for a comforting break and silent readers having a cozy late breakfast. Everything about coffee shops always felt right for you, the music, the people, the ambiance. The smell. It smelled like home and excitement at the same time. So naturally you became a barista. You learned everything there was to learn about coffee. You knew it was hard-work, and you loved every bit of your life that it took over.

It had been 8 months since you left the peaceful boredom of your hometown for the buzzing capital city of South Korea. You always knew in your heart that you were meant to live the city life, if only for the plethora of coffee places big cities offer. Seoul became a dream destination when you had the opportunity to exchange with a few talented Korean baristas and roasters from a well-known Gangnam company. It then became an option when you successfully graduated and managed to charm your way into said company (in Korean nonetheless). You were now working at one of their newest coffee shop in Gangdong district.

It had been 8 months since you left the peaceful boredom of your hometown for the buzzing capital city of South Korea and you felt lonely. Your heart was heavy with the concern that your dreams required sacrifices you didn’t know you had to make. How can your days go by seeing so many faces, hearing so many names and still felt so alone. You had friends of course, among which were your three usual coworkers, and language quickly managed to not be a barrier anymore. Yet, you felt so lonely it made your favorite blend turn to bitter dirt in your mouth as you finished your last cup of the day. A clot of black liquid to turn your heart dark - you thought. The autumn air could make you so dramatic.

“Chilly Weather” by Norwegian Wood and Kim Jin Sol was playing over the speaker. The atmosphere was calm and cushy in the café at this time of day. Only two of you were working, and barely six customers were cruising or queuing or snoring in a booth. You could make out a few regulars. There was a woman in her late 40s, who religiously ordered the same ice cold drink at 8pm everyday (your shop was open till midnight). You always assumed she must work at night given her business attire and resigned expression, but you never dared to ask. Then there was the usual highschool student who liked to roam by, musing about their future adult life. There was also a young man, about your age, who always kept his face covered and always picked a discreet seat in the back, far from any windows. He would sometimes come in with a book or a friend, but you had yet to see his face. He was polite and his voice was kind and soft. His eyes glistened the way coffee does when it’s freshly served. You liked seeing him around, as if there was in him something that mirrored your loneliness. You kept yourself from feeding into this feeling, though, his secretive appearance reading as a “do not disturb” sign. One of your coworkers had informed you the coffee shop shares its street with a famous entertainment company and you sometimes wondered if he was not just one of the many idols working there.

You decided to clean up any table that needed to be cleaned when a young man rushed into the coffee shop, nearly bumping into you as he passed by. He didn’t even bother greeting you or your coworker and had a very determined look on his face. A bad kind of determination. His steps were heated and quick. You instantly noticed he was moving towards the young man sitting alone in the back. Before you even realized, you were swiftly following his pace. Coffee shops were relatively tranquil environments but the romantic setting had been the witness of numerous break-ups and lover's quarrels. You had learned to play the diplomat as to maintain the peace many customers seek here. The young man sitting at the booth seemed to pay no mind to his furious acquaintance, that until the other man screamed his name. You could feel every head in the café rise and turn. You promptly looked back at your coworker in a desperate attempt to communicate your surprise when the young man at the booth finally got up and asked the other man who he was. The angry man seemed even more furious now, as if the question had lit a fire in him. From where you were manically swiping a table that was already clean, you heard him mumble something about his girlfriend leaving him for the other man. A lover’s quarrel again it seemed. What is it with Thursday evenings…

The few customers that hadn’t already left after the man shouted didn’t seem to be interested in the situation one bit, which you deemed lucky if the mystery customer was indeed a celebrity. This wasn’t the kind of free advertising neither him nor the coffee shop would enjoy. The man at the booth seemed to have no idea what the angry man was talking about, and you wondered if it was a habit of his, stealing people’s girlfriends. Were you always this noisy when anything eventful happened here on a slow evening? Or was it the glistening eyes of the young man that had drawn you in? Your gazes met when the angry man started spewing insults. Something else then caught your attention, something shiny that the angry man held in his right hand. Is this a knife? You wondered. IS THIS A KNIFE? You rushed to the scene when it finally hit you. The angry man was raising his knife to the customer when you placed your hand on his shoulder, swiftly making him turn to you. He froze in surprise as you grabbed onto the knife’s blade. You kept a straight face as blood started to run from your palm and immediately used the cleaning spray still in your other hand to blind the man with its content. He whined as the spray burned his eyes and intuitively let go of the knife to cover himself. A gasp escaped from the few witnesses and you heard your coworker dial the police. The angry man must have noticed too, and decided to flee the scene.

Your heart was pounding in your veins and you could barely make sense of your surroundings, if it wasn't for the familiarity of it. The customer you had just saved was standing in front of you now, talking. You couldn't make out the words but kept on repeating that you were okay, that everything was…okay…the man grabbed onto your sides before you could collapse. His closeness made it easier for you to hear him.

“Let me take you to the hospital,” he said.

You nodded as an answer and the both of you were quickly out of the coffee before anyone could fully digest what had happened. He pulled you in his car as the lights of the city flew around you into thousands of shooting stars. You felt warm and cold at the same time. You fold in the car seat after this stranger - what am I doing in a car with a stranger? - kindly puts your seat belt on.

“Are you okay? I'm so sorry…” he says as he starts the car.

- “I'm fine… it's been a long… day… I just… I'm just tired…” you answer. “I haven't eaten yet.”

You can feel the car going faster as the night sky and the buildings blend into brush strokes. You can faintly see the man’s reflection in your window. His eyes draw your features on the glass like a wet brush fuses with aquarelle. You don't know whether you should trust your sight or not. After all, you're still in shock from what happened. What happened?

“We’re here,” the man says. You feel a shiver crawl down your spine. His voice is kind and soft. You let him guide you out of the car, carefully holding you by the arm as to let your injured hand rest.

- “Lucky me being left-handed,” you say. Both of you lightly chuckle to diffuse the tension as you make your way to the hospital entrance.

The stranger helps you fill the paperwork as you wait on one of the temporary beds in the emergency room. You realize he now knows your name while you do not know his. A nurse comes in to check on you and the man tells you he will wait for you in the waiting room. The cut is less deep than you had expected. You were fortuitous to be holding on a dust rag when you grabbed the knife by the blade. That was a pretty dumb move… The nurse neatly stitches you up, warning you of the future scar you’ll get. She prescribes you painkillers for the few days to come and a check-up in two weeks from now. You are not to work for seven days which feels like a bigger punishment than the scar.

You come to join the stranger in the waiting room but he is nowhere to be found. You take a seat wondering if you should call a cab or wait. You finally decipher his back at the front desk. He is lean and comfortably dressed. He turns to you and smiles as he hastily walks to join you. A plastic bag dangles from one of his hands.

“Here. You said you haven’t eaten yet. I didn’t know what you liked so I got you a bit of everything.”

- “Thank you,” you reply. You open the bag to discover a variety of convenience store snacks. You open up an onigiri and bite into it.

“What did the nurse say?” He asks politely.

- “She had to stitch me up but the cut wasn’t deep enough for any nerve to be damaged. I still have to come back in two weeks.” you answer while finishing your snack. To hell with being well-mannered. “I should go pay the bill.”

“No need,” he says, eyes locking into yours. “It’s the least I could do.” You look into each other for a moment, slowly blinking in agreement. “Should I drive you back to the coffee shop… or perhaps your home?”

You hesitate before answering. After everything you are still two strangers. Or at least he is to you. A stranger who causes trouble in public places nonetheless…

- “Home, if you don’t mind,” you answer, inclined to trust him no matter what. You both get up and leave. He hands you the bag on your way out and gently insists you keep its content. You can tell words are clogging in his throat. You’re both seated back in the car when he finally talks again.

“I don’t know whether I should apologize or thank you.” he says, head low on the steering wheel. “Thank you.” his eyes meet yours as he says those words heavily.

- “Ah! No worries, I’m a part-time knife catcher. Coffee doesn’t pay the bills” you answer with a grin on your face. He laughs the stress off.

“Rest if you want.” You wonder if he’s always this caring as the car drives away. You rest your head on the cold window and your eyes quickly shut. Had they been opened you would have noticed how quickly his smile left his mouth. How soft his gaze was whenever he could look at you instead of the road. How his fingers nervously played with the leather of the steering wheel.

The car smoothly makes its way in front of your apartment when you finally wake up. You look up at the driver with tired eyes. He seems as exhausted as you.

“Thank you for driving me home,” you tell him softly.

- “It’s the least I could do.”

“I don’t even know your name”

- “It’s…” he hesitates and you wonder why. “It’s Lee Minho.” You realize it’s your first time seeing him without a hat or a face mask. When did he remove them? His face is familiar but you can’t pin it. He is strickingly handsome which leaves you silent for a few minutes.

“I don’t mean to intrude but… whoever this man was, you should probably go to the police about him.” you finally say.

- “I don’t know him. I swear. Maybe he mistook me for someone else… I mean I have a pretty common name” You nod, more as a way to show you understood than you agree. You don’t agree. Something about this whole situation seems off. But it doesn’t really have to be your problem does it?

“Alright… I believe you.” You do not understand why but you truly do. “I should go now, it’s getting late.” He stays silent when you open the door and leave. As you fetch your keys, he comes out of the car to join you and hands you a piece of paper.

- “Here. Take this. It has my number on it. If anything happens, call me. I’ll be there.” he says. His dark eyes reflect the light like the sea reflects the moon. Your hands gently brush as you take the card, leaving goosebumps all over both of your bodies.

“Goodnight, Lee Minho” you say before the entrance to your apartment closes.

- “Goodnight, Y/N.” he calls back.

You dreamed of nothing but coffee and him that night, feverish with pain and infatuation.

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keepthedelta · 3 months ago

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what would you consider Rosberg's best race? (wanna hear people wax poetic about their special interest)

it's going to be a list because i am weird about nico

singapore 2016. an absolutely dominate weekend for him, fastest in every single session, outqualified lewis by 7 tenths (and danny ric by 6) setting what was (at the time) a track record. spent the entire race managing brake and engine issues, got screwed over by merc strategy when they were trying to get lewis back onto the podium after he got overtaken by kimi, had to make his tyres last an extra 20 laps with danny ric chasing him down 2-4 seconds a lap faster than him. won the race and then posted a slutty shirtless photo of him being cooled down by a fan in what could be considered the ancestor of the ice bath videos that teams post now.

canada 2014. a real contender for my favourite ever nico race even though he didn't win. both merc cars had mgu-h failure about 20-30 laps in thereby losing half of their power. nico switched brake bias to the front brakes so that less strain would be put on the rear brakes because on the lack of power and potential overheating. about five laps later lewis dnfs with rear brake failure. nico should have been overtaken by just about everybody, but instead he spends the next 30 laps using all of his power and speed in one specific sector (the one with the drs detection point) so that checo (now in second) is too far behind to get drs, and then, even though nico's car is barely alive for the rest of the lap, he can never overtake him. it literally took checo's car breaking down and allowing danny ric (now driving the best car in the field) for nico to lose the win. the mechanical masterclass of modern f1 (and yes it might not have worked at another track or i f someone other than checo had been in second, but i firmly believe that the lowest nico could have ever come given the circumstances was third) and it is not appreciated enough.

china 2012. i rewatched this recently and literally no one believed that nico was going to win until about five laps before the end. he was driving one of the world's shittiest mercs (i promise every single merc pre-2013 was worse than any car since then), got pole by half a second, got a perfect start, flawless tyre management, cruised to victory while everyone else was fighting for their lives behind him (the battle for second was absolutely insane, and nico was just minding his own business about 15 seconds ahead of them all).

singapore 2008. crashgate has entered the building. back then cars refuelled during the race and so another factor in the strategies was fuel load. nico and a number of others were running low initial fuel loads, so they would have to stop relatively early. except, just before they were going to stop, nelson piquet jr binned it into the wall (on purpose) and the stewards closed the pitlane for safety reasons. however, nico and the others on similar strategies needed to refuel so they had to enter the pitlane anyway which earned them a stop and go penalty which had to be served within three laps. nico did those laps as fast as he possibly could, meaning that after he served his penalty he only lost a handful of places (i think 3). robert kubica who also took a stop and go penalty on the exact same lap for the exact same reason (and was in a better car) lost far more places and i don't think he even finished in the points. nico spent the rest of the race rising up the field and finished second only to fernando (who got there by cheating) with lewis in a distant third (tbf i don't think he needed to try that hard by the end as he got a massive points gain over felipe massa his championship competition due to the ferrari pitlane incident).

malaysia 2016. casuals will tell you that this is the race where lewis lost the championship because of his dnf (and if you're a lh hater i recommend watching it because the level of conspiracy that emerges from lewis and sky sports is genuinely quite funny) but i think that's very misleading. in the very first turn seb crashed into nico, spinning him around and leaving him in dead last by the end of the first lap. nico fought through the field, pulled off a rallycross overtake on kimi, got a penalty for it, and was already sitting in fourth when lewis's engine blew up. he then pulled a ten second gap over kimi so that he kept his podium place, got danny ric to make max do a shoey, nearly threw up when he did one himself, told a room full of reporters that he didn't want danny ric to win another race (that year) and filmed one of the funniest ever post-race vlogs where he fidgeted with the neckline of his t-shirt while describing how seb had apologised to him for the crash and that was nice but it didn't get him any points back. truly iconic.

there is definitely a running theme in these choices i think. mostly that i think nico was at his best when he was fighting against the potential capabilities of the car/circuit/circumstances rather than other drivers 🤷🏿‍♀️

#this got quite long sorry anon #you said you liked people rambling about their special interests and i have very strong opinions on nico #asks #anon

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from-memphis-with-love · 7 months ago

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Songbird - Ch. 1 - The Handsome Stranger

Summary: The year is 1969. The place is the International Hotel. Valerie Pedretti, an aspiring singer, has a chance encounter with one Elvis Presley in an elevator that will change her life forever. Notes: To me, 1967-1971 EP is kind of peak Elvis, and so I wanted to write a fic with him smack dab in that time period. In the 1969-1970 period, especially, Elvis was probably the most handsome and alluring man in the galaxy. Lots of anachronisms and historical inaccuracies in this one, but just roll with it because it's fun! I based Valerie, in a sense, off of a mixture of Kathy Westmoreland, Joyce Bova, and Linda Thompson. Kathy met the real Elvis for the first time in an elevator, and that really inspired this work. Priscilla exists in this universe but she and Elvis get a divorce far earlier than in real life. Theirs, in some ways like real life, is a marriage of convenience and an "arrangement." Lisa Marie does not exist in this universe.

Las Vegas, Nevada, 1969

Vegas was shimmering mirage of bad decisions just waiting to snare me—a sucker-punch I never saw coming. The lights, the noise, the impossible promise of it all crashed over me in kaleidoscopic waves as my cab cruised down the strip towards the International Hotel. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching slack-jawed as sequined showgirls and vacationers blurred by in streaks of neon and rhinestone.

The cabbie swerved to the curb with a jolt, snapping me out of my daze. "International Hotel," he barked, his voice an ice bath to my face. I shoved a crumbled wad of bills into his hand and stumbled out and into a swarm of hairspray and cigar smoke congregating under the hotel's blazing marquee. Blinking in confusion, I took in the frenzied scene unfolding—beefy security shoving their way through the sea of pompadours, vendors hawking glossy headshots, teddy bears and "I 🖤 ELVIS" pins. The realization hit me like a freight train. This wasn't just any weekend at the International. It was the kickoff of Elvis Presley's residency. Ground zero for absolute Elvis mania.

The irritation set in, simmering beneath my skin. "Shit," I muttered, suddenly feeling foolish for forgetting. Of all the rotten luck. Out of all the times to visit Las Vegas, I had unwittingly chosen the kickoff of Elvis's shows—an event drawing crowds I had no desire to mingle with.

I wove through the throng, lugging my cumbersome suitcases behind me. Inside the lobby was even more chaotic—a swirling kaleidoscope of big-haired fans and cigarette smoke lingering over shag carpet. Elvis was everywhere, his angelic face beaming down from posters, gold records, life-sized cardboard cutouts. A veritable religious shrine. Groaning internally, I caught my bedraggled reflection in a mirrored column. Of course I would show up to the Presley Promised Land looking like something the cat dragged in. Normally I'd at least try to pull myself together for check-in, maybe swipe on some lipstick or fluff my chocolate curls into place. After all, I didn't want to look terrible in front of people dressed to the nines. But after the day I'd had, I couldn't muster the effort.

My flight from Chicago had been delayed six excruciating hours due to "mechanical issues," which apparently was airline-speak for "sit tight while we screw you over." By the time we finally took off, I'd already stress-eaten two sleeves of Oreos and read the in-flight magazine three mind-numbing times. To top it off, I'd spilled coffee all over my only nice blouse right before landing. Clearly, some divine power had it out for me today.

Feeling sweaty and vaguely nauseous, I trudged to the front desk. The angular blonde behind the counter, Brenda, barely glanced up from her well-thumbed issue of Variety as I approached.

"Welcome to the International Hotel. Checking in?" She smacked her gum, eyes never leaving her magazine.

"Yes, uh, reservation should be under Deena Lovelace."

That finally got her attention. Her penciled brows shot up as she inspected me, taking in the coffee stains and rumpled slacks. "Wait, you're Deena? The Deena who told me she booked for the Sinatra audition tomorrow?" The doubt was palpable.

I gritted my teeth into a tight smile. "No, actually. I'm her friend Valerie. Deena got sick at the last minute, some kind of exotic flu, so I'm filling in for her."

Suspicion clouded Brenda's face, but after a long beat she shrugged. "Huh. Well, takes all kinds, I guess." She signaled to a bellhop in a red monkey suit and thrust a key into my hand. "Room 2806, elevators are that way. If you need anything, ask for Hector."

Hector the bellhop scurried over and hoisted up my bags with surprising ease for such a slight guy. I made a weak attempt to protest, but he just grinned and ushered me through the cacophonous lobby to the first hallway. The doors slid open and I thanked him, pressing a few crumpled bills into his white-gloved hand.

“I can take it from here, Hector.”

As I walked along, I looked at my reflection in the mirrored wall and exhaled slowly. My nerves buzzed like an exposed wire as I thought about tomorrow's audition. Landing a spot in the Sinatra chorus line seemed about as likely as shooting the moon at this point. I barely knew the song Deena had been rehearsing for weeks, my go-go boots had a broken heel, and my voice was ragged from practicing the whole weekend.

But damn it, this was the first real shot I'd had in ages to claw my way out of the chambermaid grind and actually make something of myself. To prove Ma right for always saying I had stardust in my veins, even when it landed me more trouble than applause growing up. I had to at least try. For all those thankless nights warbling in dim lounges, waiting for my big break. For Deena, who I knew would kill for this chance.

I'd barely begun my little pep talk when someone brushed by me, sloshing their vodka tonic onto my sleeve and snapping me back to the present moment. I weaved through the crowd towards another inner hallway, clearing my throat.

I turned on my heel and started hoofing it towards my room. The hotel's layout was an absolute dizzying mess of twists and turns in every direction. My thudding, ungainly footsteps were muffled by the shag carpet and the dulled roar of fans congregating throughout the hotel.

As I trudged on, the ambiance shifted gradually. The hum of voices faded away, replaced by an overwhelming silence that signaled I was getting farther away from the bustling core. Exhaustion tugged at my bones while I navigated the maze of hallways. My room was somewhere in this labyrinth, but my bed felt worlds away at this point.

My steps sank into the plush carpet as I drifted into a quieter, dimly-lit corridor that seemed less traveled. Finally, I found myself alone in front of a bank of elevator doors. I stabbed the call button and waited impatiently, my arms aching from the weight of my overstuffed suitcases. God, why did I pack so much useless junk?

"Must be close now," I muttered out loud, my voice barely audible.

With barely a thought, I slipped out of my heels and bent my toes backwards and forwards, allowing my sore feet to relish the heavenly softness underfoot. It was soft, springy, and absolute relief for my aching soles. Automatically, I began humming a familiar, nameless tune under my breath - just a few sweet, absentminded notes I always turned to for comfort when I needed it. The thought of finally washing this endless day off my face and jumping into a crisp hotel bed was the only thing on my mind as the gilded doors opened with a tinny ding.

The cab was empty. Relieved to finally have a moment to myself, I dragged my heavy bags inside and slumped against the mirrored wall. As the doors started to slide closed, a large, ring-adorned hand suddenly shot out, halting them.

I straightened up with a jolt, my exhaustion replaced by a flash of irritation. Great, just what I needed, another overzealous Elvis fan trying to cram into my personal space bubble.

But as the interloper stepped into the elevator, my breath caught in my throat. Standing before me, in all his smoldering, technicolor glory, was the man himself. Elvis fucking Presley. The aura he gave off was undeniable, that much was sure. And I recognized his face immediately, the same one splashed all over the posters and knick knacks in the lobby. There he was, outshining the garishly glitzy elevator cab like a supernova eclipsing neon. And next to him, a well-built redheaded man, his hand resting at something shiny on his hip. Bodyguard, most likely. Quickly, I shoved my feet back into my heels, silently cursing myself for having taken them off in the first place.

I blinked hard, convinced I must be hallucinating from sheer fatigue. But no, he was unquestionably real, from the polished black shoes to the perfectly coiffed onyx hair that shone like quicksilver in the light. His lean, powerful frame was draped in an immaculately tailored black suit, a shock of pink peeking out from the silk scarf knotted at his throat. But it was the penetrating, electric blue gaze behind tinted shades that truly unraveled me.

I'd never considered myself much of an Elvis fan. Sure, I could appreciate a catchy tune like "Don't Be Cruel" or "Teddy Bear," but I'd always been immune to the mass hysteria he incited in his besotted admirers. Yet here, in such close proximity to his cosmic charisma and undeniable sex appeal, I finally understood. This man was a force of nature.

The redhead caught my awestruck stare and chuckled knowingly. "I see you've met my friend Jon Burrows here," he said with a wink.

But this was no "Jon Burrows." I knew who it was, plain as day. And his affect on me was immediate. Was I dreaming? My pulse started racing. Should I say something? And just how the hell did this happen? I opened my mouth, then closed it, swallowing hard. Play it cool, Valerie.

Any lingering self-consciousness about my frazzled appearance just evaporated in the sheer force of his presence. Though judging by the unmistakably mischievous curl of his lip, my travel-battered state didn't seem to faze him one bit. His perceptive eyes met mine, always accustomed to the spotlight but now studying me with curiosity. He took in my slumped posture and visible fatigue without a hint of judgment.

"You've had yourself a long day, haven't you, honey?" That voice, richer than a Mississippi smokehouse, sliced right through me.

I could only nod dumbly, a lump forming in my throat. "I—uh, yeah. No. I mean... yes, you could say that," I stammered like an idiot. Get it together!

His smile was pure bewitchment. "Well, you'll be tucked in in no time, I reckon. I hear the beds are mighty comfortable here."

I looked up at the ceiling in silence, tracing the swirling pattern with my mind's eye and trying to give off a vibe of cool indifference. But my stomach was actually rolling.

To my surprise, he kept talking. "Pardon my manners. My name's Elvis, and this is my pal Red. Who might you be?"

My throat locked tighter than a cowboy's bullwhip. "Valer—?"

"Valerie." He drew the name out, savoring each note and curve as if testing its ring. Each single syllable seemed to undergo some mystical transformation, alchemized to pure liquid amber from his lips. "A pretty name for a pretty little songbird." A ringed hand discreetly adjusted the bejeweled cups shielding his gaze, maybe hoping to make out my sides better.

Elvis was still steadily playing the blue suede shoes off me, from his elegant bent stance to the teasing half-smirk barely shadowing those indolently hungover features—the whole routine daring me to go chasing his bait. But I was far too busy trying not to spontaneously combust. I screwed my eyes tightly shut for a half-moment, desperately grasping to regain some sense of composure with an oxygen-deprived brain.

How did he know...?

Dumb question, Sherlock. The very notion conjured images of me, sweat-glazed and punchy-tired, mindlessly vocalizing sweet lullabies straight from my Off-Off-Broadway chambermaid days while I waited for the elevator. Of course he would've overhead that.

I cinched my mouth into what I hoped was a blasé half-smile, refusing to come completely uncorked by his pet name. I replayed the embarrassing moment in my head, wishing I could dissolve into the elevator shaft. Every breath I pulled in seemed to crackle with electricity. First I randomly share an elevator with The Elvis Presley, and now he'd overheard my nervous vocalizing and was complimenting me on it?

"Baby." A rich, salt-cured chuckle melted off his tongue, resining deep in my nerve center. "I got ears like a well-tuned radar dish. You in town for a show?"

I shook my head slowly. "Technically yes, but no. Just an audition," I replied, my heart thundering in my ears. I hoped he couldn't hear it pounding.

"Who for, if you don't mind me asking?" he inquired with that laser gaze.

I sucked in a steadying breath. Might as well take the bait since I'd already been barb-hooked but good. "I'm here for an audition, actually. Tomorrow. For Sinatra. I'm a singer. I mean, not like you, but hopefully one day..." I paused, unsure of how much backstory was worth burdening Elvis with. "Just got a last minute sub-in for a friend who's under the weather."

Something flickered across Elvis' handsome features before the mask of idle curiosity slid back into place. "Is that right?" His gaze raked over me again, slower this time, more deliberate. "And what will you be singing for Ol' Blue Eyes?"

Shit. Why was he asking me so many questions? My palms started to sweat as I racked my brain for a suitable answer. It wasn't like I could admit that I barely knew the material, that I was flying by the seat of my pants on a far-fetched favor for a friend. So I settled for a half-truth instead.

"Oh, you know. Just a little medley of standards. 'To Keep My Love Alive,' 'I Can Cook, Too,' that kind of thing."

Elvis nodded slowly, a shadow of a smirk still playing on his lips. "A classic set list. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead, honey."

I started to stammer out a thanks, but Elvis was already moving past me towards the door as the elevator finally shuddered to a stop. He paused, throwing a glance back over his shoulder. There was a new intensity in his eyes when they met mine, a dark promise that made my toes curl involuntarily in my heels.

"I'll be rooting for you, songbird. Break a leg."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me weak-kneed and dizzy in a cloud of his smoky-spicy cologne. I sagged against the wall, trying to collect myself. What in the ever-loving hell had just happened? Had I honestly just been shamelessly eye-fucked by Elvis Presley in an elevator?

More importantly, why had I liked it so much?

I shook my head, trying to dislodge the treacherous thoughts as I finally stumbled out into the harshly lit hallway. It was late, I was tired, and I had an audition to rest up for. The last thing I needed was to dwell on smoldering looks from a celebrity Casanova that I had no business panting over in the first place.

But even as I went through the motions of unlocking my room and sinking face-first into the marshmallowy duvet, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to the electric encounter in the elevator. The way Elvis had stared at me, equal parts scorching and inscrutable, as if he was trying to crack some tantalizing code. There was no way I could have imagined that. The effortless command he'd exuded, the sheer magnetism rolling off of him in waves. How ridiculously, unexpectedly good he still looked, hips swiveling in slow-motion in my mind's eye...

I punched a pillow in frustration, annoyed with my traitorous libido. This was so far beyond the scope of anything I'd anticipated when I'd agreed to sub in for Deena's audition. But one thing was certain—my time in Vegas was shaping up to be a hell of a lot more interesting than I'd bargained for. And something told me that a chance run-in on a hotel elevator was only the beginning.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis fic #elvis x oc #elvis presley fic #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley fanfiction #songbird #elvis fans

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violetstormms · 1 year ago

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FNAF Sun/Moon x Reader MerMay Fics

MerMay DCA x yn fic list

With Mermay coming to a close I decide to make a list of all the fun fish filled fics I have found so far. Remember to look at the tags and read at your own discretion.

Call of the Abyss by Buligete

archiveofourown.org/works/41191230/chapters/103261704

It was probably all very silly, considering the precarious situation I found myself in, but it really was all I could think about.

Could you really blame me? I never expected to find myself in this kind of a mess. I was not some big shot, thrill seeking space explorer. I was no seasoned freight worker. No avid alien world survivalist. Not even a simple cruise liner flight attendant.

I was a gardener. My feet belonged firmly planted in the soil of a garden world. I had spent my entire life up to now solidly anchored on Earth, and never dreaming of leaving the safety of gravity and atmosphere, despite the increasingly uncomfortable quality of life on the crowded homeworld. Sure, I dreamed of greener pastures. Of fresh air and fertile land. But frontier life and adventures in the big expanse of space? Not quite.

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A FNAF x Subnautica crossover, about the challenges of survival, surprise friendships with quirky software and alien merfolk, man made horrors beyond our comprehension and unexpected mysteries to be uncovered within the depths.

Below The Surface by Justaduck6432

archiveofourown.org/works/46186750/chapters/116275786#workskin

You aren't what people would call friendly. No. You're not even polite. Much like the salty old sailor who raised you, you're short-tempered and not too social. And that's how you like it.

One day, a dirty-rotten fish steals something important to you. You know better than to tangle with a creature so large and dangerous. But you have little to lose and, by the gods, you're not about to let that smug fish keep what's yours.

Dive into this chaotic tale of merciless mers and our hot-headed protag who has to wrangle them!

Growing Pains by Celticwolfie

archiveofourown.org/works/46891666/chapters/118117984

It was going to be a normal fishing trip. Just a normal hike to the secluded river beach and maybe relax while listening to the forest waking up around you. However, that isn't how things go for you and now you managed to gain the attention of a legendary creature. Now everything seems to be turned on its head. Hopefully, you can adapt to it quickly enough and help these living legends out as their world is starting to shrink around them.

Free Space by omenofthevoid

archiveofourown.org/works/46904299/chapters/118150342

As a Leviathan, you aren't meant for the shallow water which inhibits your growth and keeps you small. You finally move to the Dead Zone, where you hope to be able to grow.

Galaxies, Lost in Ice by StarvingMe

archiveofourown.org/works/45778489/chapters/115203013

(Subnautica/Subnautica: Below Zero AU)

Sun went hunting, and he's been gone for a few days, and so it's up to Moon to drag Sun's Human Scientist Best Friend out into the ocean to find him.

(Leads into romance with aliens, no spice, that'll be a separate work that won't be necessary to enjoy this)

Abyssal Lights by PhoenixDaNeko

archiveofourown.org/works/46600771/chapters/117353191

You used to be powerful. Feared. Vicious. A man-killer. You were one of the most fearsome myths in the sea.

Then, despite everything, you were caught. Stolen from the depths of your home. Your older siblings had always cautioned against going too close to the surface. You wished you'd listened. Captured, placed into barely big enough tanks, traded between rich bastards and unethical scientists. Losing weight, power, sanity, you're beginning to give up, when a mysterious 4 armed... Person (?) comes by.

Who is this metal man, and why is he so interested in you?

My Lungs are Full of You by Xmimi89eR

archiveofourown.org/works/47111743/chapters/118694248

You didn't like the ocean.

The water felt like it would burn (and it does). Your lungs would give out sooner than others and you didn't even know how to swim!

You never asked for this trip, never asked to be here. Yet, here you are, stuck all alone and waiting for rescue that probably would never come.

Or, well, not really alone. The burning gaze of something in the water wouldn't leave you alone.

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path) by moonliched

archiveofourown.org/works/47449438/chapters/119573569#workskin

Life is cushy, working on a subterranean research facility on an underexplored ocean planet. As the resident handyman, most of your work takes place underwater - lucky for you, cave diving is your passion. With the building between bi-annual research teams, and the next lot yet to arrive, you find yourself with an excess of free time. All you have to do is fulfil your weekly duties, prepare the facility for the next team of researchers, and relax. Oh, and track down the net that went missing some time ago.

And then you find it.

In a submerged cave.

Trapping a mermaid.

You really wish this wasn't your responsibility.

(Moon thinks he should have listened to Sun and stuck to hunting in warmer waters. Why does this bizarre two-tailed mermaid keep coming at him with sharp instruments?)

Song of the Sea by TheDreamerFae

archiveofourown.org/works/38958630/chapters/97435890

You always loved the tales of Mermaids, of Selkies and of Sirens, of people who lived in the ocean as a child. You remember vividly seeing merfolk, but chalked it up your imagination. But then a boating accident with your grandpa had left you scarred, and you no longer wanted any association with the sea. But life has other plans

INSPIRED BY BAMSARA’S FIC god I love Celestial Omens.

Unusual by BlueMoon_13_31

archiveofourown.org/works/47008036/chapters/118422505

Your love for the ocean has sent you all around the world. However, the beaches of your coastal home have always been your favorite. Returning to the cloudy skies along the Pacific, the last thing you expected was to run into two creatures far from their natural habitat.

The Sea Has Always Known Your Name by CleverButDevastating

archiveofourown.org/works/47410663/chapters/119469997

Everyone is so caught up in your expulsion from the ship that they don’t see the pair of dark, sinuous shapes that slip up through the water only half a dozen yards away. No one notices the flashes of vivid yellow and luminous blue, or the intelligent eyes that take in the human spectacle with inhuman curiosity.

No one except you.

Clownfishing by Sujithe2DWaifu

archiveofourown.org/works/47314285/chapters/119220796

A night fishing trip lends itself to a chance encounter with a siren. After unknowingly showing it some kindness, your life is derailed in an extremely bizarre way.

Special thank you to Bug, who puts up with me, and Tobi(@Glambots on Tumblr)-This was originally a short story written in their ask box. While the first chapter will be short, they will get longer, just so you know what you're getting into. ;) Please also remember that I’m still learning and this is my first time posting on Ao3 specifically. I apologize in advance for any formatting issues.

Also warnings for this chapter and future chapters of thalassophobia, megalohydrothalassophobia, ososphobia, injury, body horror, animal death, offscreen minor character death, and something at bare minimum reminiscent of drugging. While these may be removed during the editing process as it currently stands these will apply at some point.

Turquoise Love by Wcat03blu

archiveofourown.org/works/47208670/chapters/118947625#workskin

You finally visit the aquarium by your college and fall absolutely head-over-heels for some celestial mermaids. Then you chill with them a lot :)

Leviathan Storms by TheDreamerFae

archiveofourown.org/works/47008924/chapters/118518967#workskin

Moving back to your old home rims has brought with you a sense of nostalgia of being. Sure most of the time it was cold and rainy but it didn’t make the scene any less beautiful. But a song keeps making itself known to you, and you must find it.

But who would’ve guessed Mers existed?

Bubbly by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/47513692/chapters/119741380

A little waterlily mer guppy is trapped, home destroyed, and taken to a pet store to be sold. After spending some time living in a fish bowl, our little guppy is saved and moved to a tank that has been dubbed the daycare by the human tending to it. The daycare tank is set up to rehabilitate fish before they are released back into their natural habitats. There our guppy meets Sun and Moon, two fish that live full time in this tank taking care their healing guests.

Sun and Moon and our guppy fall in love and then shit goes down.

Pearl Eye by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/47400922

Movement. A mer swims overhead, speaking to someone, blocking out the starlight. The interloper lays a hand on the rim of the entrance but doesn’t look down just yet, and doesn’t see you, red-handed.

Your gut clenches with the urge to flee, your strength already spent in the fight moments earlier, and you heed the warning.

A Sleuth Jesters MerMay Fic

The Sea Jesters are Real Science by MatosaurusRex and sixty_nine13

archiveofourown.org/works/38833821/chapters/97107810

You stare into the glass. At first you see nothing, just a greenish-blue landscape, peaceful and ordinary. There is nothing special about it... Or so you think. As the seconds pass, two figures become more and more visible, slowly growing from two distant dots to two large figures, easily two metres tall. The two creatures stare at you, and you raise your hand, slapping it against the cold glass that holds the creatures trapped. These two beings, which until now had been considered to be legends, raise their hands to clasp yours as well. The most wonderful living beings in the world stand before you, separated by thick glass, suffering every day at the hands of greedy people.

How long will they resist this?

((This fic was inspired by Tumblr shenanigans and merMAY! Thank you all for inspiring us to create this <3))

And the Sea Swallowed My Screams by Burnt_Chicken_Lookin_Ass

archiveofourown.org/works/39115788/chapters/97855353#workskin

"Thalassophobia is the persistent and intense fear of deep bodies of water such as the sea, oceans, pools, lakes. [...] Thalassophobia can include fear of being in deep bodies of water, fear of the vast emptiness of the sea, of sea waves, aquatic creatures, and fear of distance from land."

You are a freelance diver. You are hired to perform difficult dives for item retrieval, research, and/or maintenance checks in less than safe underwater environments. Rule of thumb is to never dive alone; you live by that religiously. Hardly will you ever do a job without your diving partner: Iris. You have a deep seated fear of the open ocean, so if you cant see the bottom of a given body of water, then you simply wont go in.

One day, you receive a job from Fazbear inc. to retrieve the body of an employee at the request of their family. They had drowned when a company ship they worked on had spontaneously combusted and subsequently sank. The company is willing to pay big hush money to keep both the family and your retrieval team from mentioning the wreckage for some reason.

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Looking for more stories? I have a list of DCA stories sorted by type here https://www.tumblr.com/violetstormms/710457016218435584/sunmoon-fnaf-fanfic-recommendation-list (or my pinned comment if you don’t like clicking links)

Also if you have any recommendations please leave a comment, its always fun finding new fics. :)

#fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant fnaf #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #daycare attendant x reader #mermay 2023 #mermay #fnaf sunrise #fnaf moonrise #moon x reader #security breach au #Violetstormm's fic list #sun x reader

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wolfpants · 1 year ago

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saturday wip snip

Thank you for tagging me lovely @tackytigerfic! Check out Tacky's incredible snip here, I am foaming at the mouth (respectfully) for this fic! Here's a little something from my upcoming Drarry fic, Terrible People, aka the Gay Cruise Fic™️ If you haven't already, check out a preview of @getawayfox's art for the fic here!

a bit nsfw

Harry blinks, giving himself permission to remember that exact moment he wandered up to the Tower. It had been a cold winter’s night, and he hadn’t felt like going straight to the common room after dinner.

“A, er. Handy.”

“Classy.” Draco dips his hand into the bag of crisps. “Were they enjoying themselves?”

Harry’s laugh is weak. “Yeah. I mean. We were eighteen and we’d all just survived a war? I think a nice little congratulatory hand job would have felt fantastic.”

“Hm, well, I wouldn’t have known,” Draco says, looking into his drink. “Not back then, anyway.”

Harry scoffs. “Come on. You’re telling me you didn’t get your tackle tickled at all during Hogwarts?”

Draco makes a face, still looking at the melting ice in his plastic cup, his cheeks flushing scarlet. “Don’t be crass.”

“What?” Harry asks too quickly. The colour on Draco’s cheeks intensifies. He frowns at Harry. “No way,” Harry says. “I thought you and Theodore Nott were shagging all through Eighth Year.”

“Well I can tell you right now, that is categorically untrue,” Draco says. “He and I were barely friends, let alone—that. We studied together, because we were both interested in… studying. That’s all.”

Harry tries to remember that part. Hanging back in the common room late at night, lounging across the red velvet sofa because it’d been his favourite: the one in front of the windows that looked down onto the Quidditch pitch. Sometimes he’d be with friends, sometimes he’d be alone, sipping Butterbeer or whisky snuck into the castle from the village, the honeyed smell of it tickling his nose, reminding him of Sirius. How he’d just lie there and listen to the radio or Dean’s CD player and stare: at the sky, at classmates playing chess, at the door, waiting for Draco and Theo to return from the library, both of their heads down, their arms full of books because at that point, no one else was carrying them for Draco. At that point, Draco had taken to carrying everything himself.

“I had a lot to reconcile with, in 1998,” Draco says, speaking when Harry doesn’t, pulling him out of memories that are worn and fuzzy around the edges. “I wasn’t really in the mood for casual sex.”

“I think it’s all I wanted,” Harry says.

no pressure tagging @skeptiquewrites @thehoneybeet @kbrick @mintawasalreadytaken @moonflower-rose @shealwaysreads @magpiefngrl @phoebe-delia @nv-md and anyone else who wants to share words!!!

Read another Terrible People Snip here 🍋🏳️‍🌈💖

#wip snip #thanks for the tag tacky!#drarry #terrible people #writing

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arachnxphobe · 1 year ago

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random miguel hcs

will not admit it but he has cried to multiple animated kids movies

definitely the classics like toy story 3, the iron giant, and inside out

but he also BAWLED at the end of finding nemo because he was thinking about gabriella

he thinks that toothless from how to train your dragon is cute

no i will not elaborate on that

secretly celebrates st patrick’s day

likes to wear something green under his suit or have one piece of decor hidden in the depths of his office

has really low spice tolerance BUT really likes it and also he has a reputation to keep up as the big and tough guy so he WILL try and hide how much water he is chugging

he likes the dad ice cream flavours like pistachio and rum raisin

but hates dad hobbies like golfing or collecting stuff like antique coins or dioramas

he just doesn’t have the patience for it

can cook and bake!!!! actually scratch that he can do all of the chores and is basically a househusband but is simply unwilling to do it

peter b may or may not have gotten him a kiss the cook apron that may or may not be the only apron he owns…

he could 100% have gourmet meals every day but he doesn’t have anyone to impress but himself so most days he just lives off of the sealed, pre-cooked chicken breasts from the convenience store and reheated rice that he makes in a big batch once a week

because yes chicken can be store bought but microwaved rice tastes too much like chemicals, especially for his heightened taste buds

is a shower guy

he thinks that baths are too inefficient and most tubs can’t fit him

but if you somehow manage to find one that’s big enough…oh boy he’ll act like you are waterboarding him but honestly he’s having the time of his life

competitive as hell, even when he acts like he could not care less

like he does not understand the concept of letting somebody else win, why is he handicapping himself and letting them think they’re better than they actually are?

he doesn’t mean it in a way to establish dominance or superiority

he just thinks that it’s weird to let someone win because wouldn’t lying to them be worse? now they can’t even improve

designed his own suit and probably gets a little bit self conscious when someone comments on it because he really isn’t an aesthetics guy but he worked really hard and is proud of his suit 🥺

was perhaps a little bit salty about the dark garfield comment but you didn’t hear that from me

please never trust him with naming or decorating though because if left on his own, it’s either going to be the most disgusting combination of items ever known to man or quite literally the bare minimum

don’t even think about a bed frame, there’s a chance that he doesn’t even have a mattress

he’s good with personal hygiene though

a slight germaphobe in the sense that he wants everything to be sterile (a habit he picked up from always being in the lab) but is more than okay with getting his hands dirty, just as long as he can thoroughly sanitize them afterwards

a terrible movie watcher

he either does not understand the movie whatsoever and keeps on asking questions that they just answered a minute ago

or he’s ripping them apart for their weird pseudoscience

honestly his ranting ends up being more entertaining than the movie at times

be prepared for a full lecture if you don’t stop him at some point though

i’ve heard a lot of people throw out spanish songs that they think he would listen to but might i suggest some non-spanish songs

he gives me doja cat vibes, don’t ask me, i just feel it

personally, i don’t think he would actively listen to kpop or be into the fan culture but he probably enjoys some songs without even realizing they’re kpop

i’m thinking newjeans and maybe epik high??

ABBA

mitski and hozier (where are my depressed wlw at) because you know that when he’s in his brooding self hating mood that he needs suitable bgm

HATES cruises

something about being on water does not vibe with his spider-catness

neither does the overall cruise ship experience

hot tubs and buffets just don’t really do it for him

there’s not much space for privacy except for your own room but even then the walls are fairly thin

so it’d be nearly impossible for him to get any sort of peace

me and the rest of the internet all seem to have agreed that he has insomnia and i feel like a cruise ship would not help whatsoever

would complain about how the mexican food is just what americans think mexican food is like

is too much of a workaholic to take an extended break, and it’s too difficult to jump back into work should there be an emergency

#i am mentally unwell but i am free #do i know where these came from?#no they simply spawned from the void #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o’hara hcs #miguel o’hara headcanons #atsv hcs #atsv miguel

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hanakihan · 1 year ago

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man you have no idea the sheer DESIRE to write something about Titanic esque chulwoo AU

The main drill is that Sungs come from a rather wealthy old noble family (courtesy of Ashborn as their predecessor being royal knight or smth), Jin-Woo is a next heir while Jin-Ah studies to become a doctor (or a nurse depending on timeline it happens im not even completely sure with setting but probably og titanic vibe mixed with Korean Idek wheeze) and parents send them on a cruise ship for vacation (and in hopes jinwoo will meet nice noblewoman or any woman since sungs are pretty chill about bloodline)

Then there’s Jin-Chul who’s a ship engineer/captain in training courtesy of navy captain on pension Gun-Hee. Gun-Hee comes from rather humble background but managed to reach rather prestigious position of first navy and then civil ship captain but now he’s on pension, and this man is an example to Jin-Chul that you can reach your dream despite your upbringing. Jin-Chul himself also comes from rather humble background on verge of poverty but money and fame never fascinated him, but ships and sailing did. When Jin-Chul was assigned on Gun-Hee’s ship as a new engineer, Gun-Hee saw talent in boy and unofficially took him under his wing teaching him to be a captain. Then Gun-Hee left (or honestly more likely was forcefully dismissed) and Jin-Chul got assigned as one of engineers/coal workers on this giant ship, but Gun-Hee still sails under his own name as a trader or smth like that.

Cue sailing day and at evening Jin-Woo excused himself since noble parties bore him to death and anyway, evening is beautiful and sea is calm. Wandering around he stumbles upon Jin-Chul doing small repairs and who nearly hit Jin-Woo in nose with his elbow because he came too close without announcement. Jin-Chul stiffly apologizing because he knows how annoying nobles can be but is surprised when Jin-Woo is the one to apologize for being so careless and invites him for an apology tea or coffee since compared to other choices Jin-Chul seems as a perfect company thanks to his sharp tongue, wits and knowledge.

Some day of cruise pass and they become rather close friends, Jin-Woo visits Jin-Chul in lowest decks which surprises everyone here and they have a rather nice drinking and dancing session, while in turn Jin-Woo helps Jin-Chul to sneak in 1st class deck so they can chat and play chess in peace of room (and so he can introduce Jin-Chul to Jin-Ah). Jin-Woo even tries to gift Jin-Chul his sapphire brooch so he can sell it for nice sum of money and get his own ship or even open his own company or smth, but Jin-Chul politely refuses, satisfied with their friendship.

Cue disaster night. Now think about captain being an incompetent prick (maybe even on levels of Costa Concordia captain damn) and fucking up entire probably miss into sure hit (even if Jin-Chul risked it and asked people to follow his instructions despite it being a big ass discipline insubordination but no one really minded because people saw that captain gives shit orders) but since bridge was still under captains command, instructions contradicted, but it still allowed a graze hit rather than direct one. So yea this gets worse, Jin-Chul was in section that suffered from impact and got tore, barely got out of here along with most of his men. Seeing how fast water fills decks he tells people to go higher and himself runs to find Sungs or other people he knows. Apparently he finds panicking Jin-Ah and through dangers of ice cold water and falling construction manages to cross paths with Jin-Woo until they got separated again. They manage to get out of sinking shell that nearly becomes their coffin (because he promised Jin-Woo to take care of and save Jin-Ah no matter what goddamnit), Jin-Chul manages to place Jin-Ah on some drifting wood before starting to sink because of cold water.

Now, I’m a sucker for happy endings despite shit looking really bad, so let’s say Jin-Woo with others on safe boat manages to find shell shocked Jin-Ah wrapped in Jin-Chul’s coat, pointing at water and trying to say something with her teeth chattering and managing to say that he’s drowning, Jin-Woo saying ‘not on my fucking watch’ and jumps after, managing to grab him and drag on surface, man is absolutely freezing with lips blue and not really conscious but still weakly breathing.

ANYWAY they safely get back on shore, they all get medical treatment, Jin-Chul earns himself pneumonia (well fuck his sailing dreams ig), Sungs’ gratitude for saving their children and a fucking trial because captain blamed entire catastrophe on lower deck crew defying his orders and following engineer’s ones and that’s a big ass crime in navy. Things ain’t looking good because they want to prosecute him in shortest time to give people answers who’s the guilty one, Jin-Woo is really ready to throw hands with people, Jin-Chul’s patient explanations through coughs ain’t helping because no one can confirm accuracy of his words and that’s when Gun-Hee himself enters court saying smth like ‘maybe you should interrogate deck staff too to hear what commands captain was giving’ and then our sir proceeds to destroy this captain‘s whole career. Jin-Chul is cleaned of accusations and becomes a sort of a good example semi-legend, but thanks to extreme colds diving he now can’t sail on long distances but fear not Gun-Hee invites him to work for him since Jin-Chul is out of commission and Jin-Woo once again gifts Jin-Chul a sapphire brooch but this time asking if Jin-Chul will share future with him. Jin-Chul honestly having ??? reaction while Jin-Woo with the most deadpan face asks ‘You seriously think I’ll dive into cold waters of ocean at night to drag you on surface and then using my body warmth to keep you alive if i didn’t cared about you???’

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #titanic au #sort of #okay listen I’m a sucker for good catastrophe stories that have good developing romance #jinchul trying to prevent it by being a badass and MVP #still failing tho but at least ship didnt kiss obstacle directly #jinwoo looking at slightly tipsy smiling jinchul who passionately tells about ships while covered in coal and old repaired clothes:#god I love him so fucking much #jinah staring at these two cringe flirting without realizing it from behind her book #‘man the ultimate form of chess homoerotism mixed with density of idiots’#she totally approves tho #jinchul smiling and saying dumb things to cheer hysterical jinah on drifting wood even if they both know it’s pointless #it still works and she laughs and slightly calms down so she won’t flip herself in water #jinchul trying his best until his muscles in water give out and he disappears under water when jinah turns away to yell for a boat #imagine her turning back excitedly only to find herself alone #and being a medical student she knows what it means #jinchul having more bonding moments with jinwoo before catastrophe and with jinah in middle of it #ha I got you #now I made myself sad ffs

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years ago

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Ending the year with Blind Channel + a bunch of some lovely people, aka not-a-concert-report from the Helsinki ice hall show (29.12.) and Tampere Pakkahuone (30.12.)

(let me know if any of you want your (@)mention removed from this post 🖤)

Not a concert report because y'all know pretty much what happened; this is just my own diary entry about the events 😌

So, Thursday was a bit of a struggle for me personally: there were some surprise changes regarding my train trip to Helsinki that gave me a good ol' spook the first thing I woke up, plus I had a killer headache for most of the day...

...and on top of that I fell! 🙈 We were already inside the venue and on our way to take our spots on the floor. Naturally there were all sorts of electric chords going across the floor, but thankfully they were covered so that people walking normally and minding their step wouldn't stumble all over them 🙏👍👌

Needless to say I wasn't one of them, however 🙃 I wasn't running, I was just walking quite fast, and I totally wasn't watching where I was going, and so I tripped and ended up on the floor and had super minor injuries on my hand and knee (thanks @matelas for the pink bandaid 💗)

My fall wasn't quite as dramatic as Porko's though, gosh what a show-off, can't even fall on his pretty little ass without pyros blowing off 🙄🔥

We weren't super close to the stage, but close enough to see what was happening with our bare eyes, and definitely closer than I dared to imagine in advance! 🤩

The surprise Robin was one of the highlights of the gig, that was truly something straight ouf of fanfiction 😆 I mean, imagine being such good friends with your ex that you ask them to be a special guest in your special show with your new bf's band :')

And the money shooting in the air was a m a z i n g 😂💞💸 sadly I didn't catch one, but @thisisntaparty was terribly kind and gave me one afterwards as a keepsake 🥰 I've put it on the Place of High Honour™ (the fridge door)

(let's not talk about how the setlist was a teeeeeeeeeny tiny disappointment (to me personally at least; I was totally excpecting to hear SLB and many other songs they KNOW are fan favourites 😔), and I feel like the show itself wasn't as special I was expecting it to be 🤔 I mean, of course having Robin fucking Packalén there took us all by surprise etc. but somehow I expected more, especially because the setlist was exactly the same the next day in Tampere (and maybe the cruise show setlist was similar as well?). For example, Dark Side being the ONLY encore song wasn't how I had imagined them to end their biggest headline gig to date)

But, speaking of Tampere, HOLY FUCKING SHIT 😭😭😭😭😭 It was incredible, and not least because we were on 3rd row with a direct view to Olli 😵 @matelas and I competely lost it when he first appeared in front of us, in all his sinful beauty ✨

I had never been this close to Olli's side before, so it was amazing to see his happy face during the songs 😭 You can really see from his whole presence how much he enjoys playing shows, I wanted to ruffle his hair too like Niko did during Glory For The Greedy 🥺

And Aleksi was really enjoying himself as well, it was cool to see him up close too when he came to stand on Olli's platform a few times 🥰 I feel like our eyes met very briefly near the end 💖

Niko did the eeeeeeeeyo thingie, as he always does, and we did the longest eeeeeeeeeeeyo known to mankind back at him, in fact I think you can still hear it echoing inside Pakkahuone! 😌

In both shows (and also in general) my favourite songs to hear live are Don't Fix Me, We Are No Saints, and Balboa; I had so much fun boundcing and partying to those songs 💃 I had made a conscious decision to not film too many videos during either gig, because I truly wanted to take it all in and enjoy the shows to the fullest, but at the same time I wish I had taken just a few more, because watching the videos and sort of getting to re-live the whole thing all over again is so much fun 🖤

Great fun was also had at the very informal, extremely small-scale, and otherwise perfectly wonderful BC tumblr gathering we had after the ice hall show in a bar downton Helsinki, and in the Gathering 2.0 after the Tampere show!! 🥰 You guyyyyyyssssss, both hangouts were filled with laughter and kindness and soft feelings and I was so happy 🥺😭💕

(I DIDN'T CRY, but if I did, it was because @himmelno44 made me!! 😭)

Thanks to BC and their superb energy and songs I probably would have had a great time even if I had gone to the shows all alone, but I gotta tell ya, spending time with such lovely people made it so much better and I had the most fun I've had in a long time 🥺

Special thank yous go to my queuing buddies @ladysorbus and @matelas without whom I would've frozen my ass off and died of boredom while waiting for showtime both days (I'll have you know Envy and I acted so incredibly mature the entire time and totally did not annoy the heck out of @ladysorbus and each other 🥰💞)

Thank you to my BC tumblr meet organizer buddy @sinking-into-mist (the meet was succesful and no one passed out due to anxiety, look at us!! 🎉) and my darling dearest sweetest most loveliest @himmelno44 I miss you so terribly much already and I'm counting the days until we see again, no matter how many there'll be 😭

Thank you to @thisisntaparty (keeping the door open for Stockholm shall we 👀) @mil-peri @madeofbrokenstuff @gingervivilou and @into-the-hell for hanging out, it was so nice meeting you and I'm up for getting together with any of you sweet people any time! <3

And thank you to everyone else I met a little more briefly (but not too briefly to get a hug 🥰), it was great to see you all, mwah mwah mwah 💋

And now the emotional part:

This year's been a bit rough for me personally for various reasons, as there has been a couple of changes that I'm still trying to get used to (+ the always-present feelings of loneliness and inadequacy), but Blind Channel has been this one consistent element in my life this year, something I have been able to escape to when things in my personal life have started hurting too much. Their music and all the content on the side (from the guys themselves as well as fan-made) are one thing, but equally important to me are all the amazing people I have met (in person and online!) and the incredible memories we have made together that have given me endless joy throughout the year 🥺 There have been many, many days when I have felt so incredibly sad and lonely and desperate and the thought of being happy has seemed downright impossible, but during the last two days I have laughed so much and felt such joy that I don't really know how to put it into words 😭 I just want to thank everyone who was part of it, and of course I hope to one day be able to meet Blind Channel in person again too and thank them, for giving me so much more than just the music 🖤

To anyone reading this, thinking I'm crying my eyes out all alone in my apartment, having to continue living my sad, boring life not knowing when I'll see Blind Channel and some of the lovely peeps mentioned above again: I am crying my eyes out, but I want you to know I'm also crying happy tears because of how grateful I am for all these memories, and also that I'm happy to sleep in my own bed tonight and to be eating cauliflower soup and having some fun snacks while watching hockey later, so life's not all bad I guess, even if I have a small wound on my right hand and a bruise the size of Niko's balls on my left knee :')

(last night I was actually so happy that I had forgotten all about the falling as well as the hassle with the train 🥰)

#blind channel #tw flashing #ok to reblog if you don't mind having my emotional rambling on your blog 🙈#not me singing on the video btw #(...i think? 🤣)#happy new year everybody! may there be many BC concerts to attend and fun times to be had in 2023 for all of us <3 #my next live gig will be lost society next month 🤘🖤#btw i may have a new year's themed shitpost coming up later tonight (if I get around to making it) 😏🎆#my concert #gig reports by theflyingfeeling

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abarbaricyalp · 2 years ago

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Samta, Baby

@sambuckylibrary written for the SamBucky Festive Season Bingo!

Rated E // 4.2k words // A03

Bucky really didn’t like public functions. Parties, interviews, fundraisers. Basically any time cameras were going to be trained on him, he wanted nothing to do with anything. This though? He could get used to this. The cameras were on Sam and Bucky was in Sam’s warm, cozy staging trailer, eating all of the holiday themed treats and watching Sam on a huge TV while no one was any the wiser that Bucky himself was just a few steps away.

To be honest, Bucky didn’t see how Captain America translated to Santa. He’d love to pick someone’s PR brain about the rationale behind asking Sam to act as Santa for this little Winter Wonderland thing. If they were in Louisiana, sure. That was Sam’s home. It made sense for him to be the local Santa for a school event or something. But they were in DC and Bucky had recently learned that acting like Santa was a real profession for some people, so there were plenty of other people around who could do this.

As it was, they barely leaned into the whole Cap thing anyway. They’d been designing coats and shirts for ages, trying to incorporate Sam’s uniform somehow, but in the end they’d just had him carry the shield with him. The rest of the Winter Wonderland wasn’t hero-themed either.

But, whatever. Bucky had enough shortbread and peppermint to get sick on, so he wasn’t complaining. Besides, the little show was kind of cute. He and Sam had been able to walk around a bit before Santa had to report for duty. They’d gotten pretty good hot chocolate and built a pathetically small snowman and even ice skated until Sam ate it and took Bucky down with him. There was a party later in the evening that Sam had been excited about. All in all, it had been a good day, capped off by an hours-long dessert break.

The heater in the trailer was better than the one in their house that they still hadn’t fixed (“This one’s heating twelve square feet, give the house heater a break,” Sam had said earlier) and Bucky was wrapped in all the blankets he’d found. He was warm and cruising on a sugar high. And a Sam high. Whatever camera they were using to film the event was amazing. Bucky could practically see the twinkling in Sam’s eyes, could count his laugh lines every time he threw his head back with a hearty ho-ho-ho and conspiratorial wink at whichever kid was beside him at the time.

Alright, so maybe it made sense why they’d want Sam.

Point was, he wasn’t really surprised that he’d fallen asleep on the large couch in front of the TV and had only stirred awake when Sam rapped his knuckles on the door before unlocking it and coming in.

“Hey, doll,” he mumbled in greeting, trying to excavate himself from his blankets. “How’d it go?”

Sam’s eyes pointedly flickered to the TV, which was broadcasting an Ugly Sweater competition now. “I think you saw how it went.”

Sam somehow made the Santa outfit ridiculously sexy. He’d left the coat open, revealing suspenders over a tight tanktop and his pants were unfairly tailored to sculpt his legs and show off his fancy boots. Even the silly hat, sitting askew on his head, was hot. It just wasn’t decent.

“Yeah, but I wanna hear it from you,” Bucky said. He finally managed to kick the blankets away and stood up so he could lean against Sam’s side as Sam sorted through the tray of cookies. His hands wandered under Sam’s coat and pulled his tanktop out from his waistband.

Sam took his time selecting one–something to do with mint chips or chocolate chips with mint cookie–and then ate it thoughtfully, washed it down with a few swigs of water. Then he turned to Bucky and backed him up against the nearest wall. Bucky stumbled back with him, his confusion melting away to delight when he took in how blown-dark Sam’s eyes were. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Sam finally said as his hands went to Bucky’s chest, landing lightly on the top swell of his pecs. Bucky’s heart kicked up under his touch.

“Yeah, doll?” Bucky asked breathlessly. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Wanna talk about how obscenely tight your jeans are,” Sam answered.

“You always wanna talk about that,” Bucky pointed out. To his embarrassment–though he should really expect this by now–his legs fell apart just at the insinuation in Sam’s voice.

Sam stepped between his legs, because that’s exactly where he belonged. “Wanna talk about how I’ve been dying to see what’s making those lines beneath them.”

“Just a little gift for Santa,” Bucky said innocently.

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 1 year ago

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MORE FOR THAT ✨A Unique Self Ship Ask Game With Unique Questions!✨

Because I love when my wife rants and I love learning more about their silly and adorable relationship ((both Donnie and the vampy bois🤭))

1. Everyone always asks about the first kiss. What about your first make-out session?

3. What was your SECOND date like? Was it an improvement on the first in some way?

6. What kinds of kisses does your F/O give you? What kinds of kisses do you give your F/O?

((I don’t remember if i added this question in the first one but I’m gonna add it here just to make sure kdkdkjde))

9. What's your F/O's favorite cuddling position? Yours?

MJ OUT HERE BEING THE BEST WIFEY LETTING ME RAMBLE ABOUT MY BBGIRLS 🥺🥺🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻💜💜💜

⚠️Warning! Spicy content in the first question! (No NSFW) You've been warned... 👀🔥⚠️

1. Everyone always asks about the first kiss. What about your first make-out session?

OK but let's be honest here... When are these boys NOT looking for an excuse or place to make-out??? 🙃😏

LMAO but on a fr note 👏 the first time any of the boys actually got all smoochy with Chrysta was out of pure spite.

Marko and Paul had gotten into a stupid hissy fit over which of their bikes Chrysta was gonna ride home on. It got to a point David had stepped in to tell them to act like the dumbass adults they were or she'd riding home with him.

Yeah... They didn't like that.

The blondes were already at each other's throats for most of the night, even with Chrysta squished between them with her arms linked with each of theirs, leading them around the Boardwalk happily (and obliviously. 🤭)

So, it wasn't until later into the night when Paul decided to get all hot and bothered near one of those mini photo booths after Chrysta had mustered up her best puppy-dog-eyes and asked Marko to go get her some ice cream.

Paul really wanted to get on his buddy's nerves, apparently. He wanted to make Chrysta a sight that'd get his curly-haired friend baring his fangs in jealousy. Legit went down like this:

"Oh! When Marko gets back, can we go on the ferris wheel, Paulie? Pretty plea-AEEK-!" *gets dragged into the photo booth*

By the time Marko got back, he saw Paul cooly walk out of the booth with the smuggest side-eye, quickly followed by a VERY flustered Chrysta.

You know in the cartoons when they get covered in kisses and have that lazy dopey love-drunk look on their face, hair and close all unkempt and crazy, and sunglasses crooked, and they walk around all dazed and in a dream-like state, unable to stand straight?

That was Chrysta.

She also drove home with David that night. :/

3. What was your SECOND date like? Was it an improvement on the first in some way?

So, given her true first date was probably the night she even met the boys (which was just a cruise around the boardwalk and beach on the back of David's bike.) The actual/official second date was a movie night at Chrysta's house (the first time ever invited them in too 👀) in her attic bedroom.

She rented Fright Night (OH THE IRONY CHERRY), and they all got an excuse to get snuggly with her and let her cling onto them when she got scared. She was whining and complaining the whole time how they didn't even flinch at any scares or the twists!

... They're exscuse was that they've just seen it too many times. 🤭😏

6. What kinds of kisses does your F/O give you? What kinds of kisses do you give your F/O?

David is probably first (or at least comes into a hot second) when it comes to being one to kiss Chrysta the most. Wether it be a little peck on the lips after she comes running over to him perched on his bike, asking for a couple dollars so she can go buy a sweet or pretty jewelry.

Or a slow, passionate kiss to show her off and who she belongs to if he sees people staring at her just a little too long for his liking. 🫣🙈

Marko is probably more touchy than he is kissy, but he isn't gonna deny his angel-face from a little kiss here and there if she's just being too cute - he can't help it! Especially when he picks on her enough to see her pout her lips out - he just has to steal a quick peck. 🥺

Or he gives her some chaste kisses to her shoulder or cheek from behind her if they're sat and doing nothing for too long and he just wants to start shit. 🙄

Dwayne’s a guy who does not PLAY when it comes to kisses. Either go big or go home. 🫠🫡

And he also doesn't do them as constantly as the other Boys do, so much so when Chrysta wants a good kiss before she's taken back home for the night, she usually just stands in front of him, her lips pursed and her index finger tapping against them. Waiting patiently for when he leans his head down just a little, a hand reaching to the back of her head and one sneaking into the back pocket of her jeans to tug her closer.

And oh MY HEAVENS IF YOU THINK PAULS MAKE-OUTS MAKE THIS GIRL A PUDDLE-

She's literally sneaking back into her room through her window giggling and twirling her hair, all in a tizzy with her cherry-favlored lipgloss smeared at the corner of her lips and chin. 💀💀

And fighting David for the most often smooches with Cherri is probably Paul. Without a doubt there isn't a second in the night when he isn't trynna do something to get kiss as a reward. Winning her gifts, buying her jewelry or clothes, spoiling the ever loving guts out of his Dime-Piece so he can get that feeling of her lips against his for just a little longer. 🫠🤤

And sometimes, he gets way too impatient to wait for the kisses to just come to him and takes matters into his hands. It's become normal/second nature to the curly-haired brunette to feel Paul just come up behind her and start leaving a few kisses on her neck or pout against the back of her ear, making huffing noises till she's finished talking to whoeever so he can snatch up a little smoochy.

TBH she probably learned the nature from Paul himself when it comes to getting kisses from Dwayne LMAO

9. What's your F/O's favorite cuddling position? Yours?

Given the boys sleep in rafters upside down, snuggles are rare. Even when they decide to bunk with Chrysta in her bed at her home, Marko and Paul are usually the only ones who are willing to take up the offer and gladly (+ literally) jump into her bed and spoon her.

But those rare days, when the summer chill runs through Santa Carla, and it's enough to irk they're cold undead bodies, they don't mind a cuddle puddle with they're own personal heater girlfriend.

Davids usually the one who has her laying facing him, her face buried into his neck, a leg lazily thrown atop his torso, or vice versa. Dwayne lays behind her, arms snuggled around her waist and face hidden away in his hair and her back. Marko lays squished between David and Chrysta's abdomens, arms wrapped around her hips below Dwayne’s and his face hidden into her stomach, resting against the soft chub on her tummy as his own (and favorite) little cushion. Paul lays at her legs, his body wrapped around them like a koala and his head rested on her rear.

It only takes about thirty minutes before Chrysta tries to pry all the cold bodies off of her feverish one... Pray for her these fuckers sleep like the DEAD. 🙏

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

THANK YOU MJ I ALWAYS GET SO GIDDY WHEN YOU POP INTO MY ASK BOX

#cherry rambles #ask #cherry answers #🍒daily dose of cherry🍒#🍒cherrys spice cabinet🔥#tlb #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb oc #the lost boys oc #x oc #selfship #tlb paul #tlb marko #tlb dwayne #tlb david

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moss-and-marimos · 1 year ago

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this is a Free Rant Pass. please share anything u want to please pass go and please collect 200 dollars

oh my god I need to go feral about jrwi right now

(spoilers for jrwi riptide up to episode 95 bc thats where I am right now) this is going to be a long nonsense ramble that jumps around a lot just so you know

godddddddd I love albatrio, they make me really happy, but also really sad vbhjhdj

seeing like how much they've grown over the course of the campaign makes me really emotional, and like learning about their backstory stuff and their similarities and differences from eachother. gill and jay understand eachother more than like chip and gill for example, because both were raised to be weapons and to see things very black and white. jay went undercover because she wanted to find out who killed her sister, under the idea that all pirates were evil. gill was raised to think that all humans were evil and must be killed, but as soon as he comes to the surface he finds out thats not true, even if he second guessed sometimes like after the things with episode 15. and seeing how differently episode 15 chip handled their fighting to episode 86 is so much character development, he knows how much it meant to gill and he stayed up all night to build an arena so that they could fight, and it was a much more fair fight, because he knew he shouldn't have kept the secret about edyn from gill and im rahhhhhh

also when theyre just having fun together, I love them a lot, theyre so ridiculous /aff like theyre a pirate crew and they make a waterslide out of ice like its a cruise ship, they have the worlds most intense game of tag/hide and seek because one of them can fly, the other is a fish guy, one has such wild stealth or persuasion or something I forget which rolls that he automatically gets at least a 25, in the weirdest way possible they are very evenly matched, and theyre doing that to make the small boy they keep on their ship happy, who also happens to have a belt of giant strength and so chip is very outmatched here as the only like normal human besides his high rolls vbjdfd

at the carnival when we got to see flashbacks to how they were as kids it makes me really emotional, gill was covered in bruises, wearing armor too big for him, holding a sword he could barely lift. chip was incredibly malnourished, he looked like he hadn't eaten a day in his life, and jay looked like the more 'normal' kid of the three, but knowing her family her childhood wasn't great either.

theres so much depth to all of these characters and it makes me go wild, and like everything is connected even if we dont know it at the start. chip was one of the black rose pirates as a kid before it crashed, drey, jays uncle, was too. so was Finn, gills grandpa.

chip has said before that he didnt believe in destiny until he met gill, but now he can't imagine a life without them, and I think about sometimes how different things could have been. if jay hadn't taken that undercover mission, or if they left a day earlier or later. if they left at any different time they might not have found gill, freshly exiled, just floating in the sea.

they mean so much to eachother and its so so clear. they find out their best friend might be doomed to destroy the world in some capacity? "I would drown the world for you" is chips response. they are the trio ever. "we're not just friends, we're a crew"

they are simultaneously the worst and best pirates in existence, they dont know the pirate code, the only rule of it they know is 'dont piss your pants' yet somehow they manage to follow it better than most pirates, because they actually care about helping people and being honorable and things. they were a crew held together by trust for the longest time, rather than any actual oath, and when they did make an oath it was sitting on a rooftop, comforting chip. and the oath they came up with was "I do solemnly swear to fuck shit up, to help those in need, and to be the best goddamn pirates anyone has ever seen."

something something about cycles, about how chip keeps nearly breaking down realizing that hes been trying to recreate what he had as a kid and the guilt from that

something something gillion realized because of his friends that the teachings of the undersea were wrong, that he was raised as a weapon, that he didnt deserve the awful awful things they did to him, that hes worth more than what he can do for other people, that hurting himself, throwing himself into danger all the time, hurts his friends too

something something jay, realizing that not all pirates are bad, and that she gets to be her own person, defined not by her family but by her choices, and that even when she betrayed her friends they didnt give up on her, even when she quite literally shot them

its gill hyping jay up when she has to call her grandma, its jay comforting gill when he had to face the council again when he was stuck in the dimension bc of the deck of many things, its chip trying to sand out the 'millennium chipper' from the ship, thinking they don't need him, and jay carving it back in because they need him more than he knows. things like that

also the less interaction-ey things, like them all making deals with Niklaus to save other people, considering themselves to be worth less than the crew even though theyre supposed to all be equals. its chips seal with Niklaus being where a tramp stamp would go vjbhdfjbh and also having a constantly updating tattoo across his ass of how much debt theyre in from the goldfish loan, its gill constantly showing their money off the ship to appease said goldfish and pay their taxes- theyre a pirate crew who pays taxes. what the fuck guys. one of chips pranks was literally just drawing boobs on their pirate flag. its jay getting bit by Anastasia and gill, asexual icon, stopping drowning just to go "what the fuck." when she was into it vdbjhbdfhj, also for some reason jay is into mimes. actually no she broke into a maximum security prison in a clown costume. theyre ridiculous vdbjhfvh

aaaaaaaa i dont have the words for the rest of this but just the way they comfort eachother and stuff, like chip knowing he wont be good at comforting gill so he asks jay to do it because of her similar background to gill and stuff, I just rahhhh theyre co-captains !! theyre closer than friends !!! co-captains or a crew really is just the best way to define how they feel about eachother and I like them a lot and they love eachother a lot and yeah I rotate them in my mind

#long post #my rambles #thank you mushy I have them in my brain #.....please feel free to send asks like this again if you ever want to hear more about them #next time ill actually put words in an order that makes sense instead of nonsense bvjdhfbjd #sorry this is so long im vfbhfvbhfvbhbdhjfbdhj #goes wild about them #I am now 200 dollars richer >:D

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purplesurveys · 11 months ago

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How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in? I haven't moved out.

What color shirt are you wearing? It's light purple.

The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating? I think it's been a while since I have a terrible habit of keeping leftovers and then never coming back for them ever again... BUT OH I think it was a double cheeseburger from McDonald's? sometime earlier this week. I still have a handful of other paper bags in the fridge that I need to get to soon.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? I had Aice's coffee popsicle when we went to Tanay over the weekend which I was super stoked about since it's my favoriteeeeeeeeeee and I haven't had the chance to have it since 2021 ehehehe. I must have finished it in 5 minutes and chewed my way through the ice cream for the most part lol.

Do you regret anything you've done in the last 24 hours, and if so, what? Not charging my laptop last night because I had to painstakingly migrate from one outlet to another today, given that I was out all day for work.

What is your favorite type of soup? 🍜 Miso soup, mushroom soup, and this last one is more stew than soup but I love kimchi jjigae.

When was the last time you saw a beautiful sunset? 🌅 It's honestly been ages. I haven't had the time to pause and simply watch a sunset happen and silently soak in those few minutes in a while. The last time may have been all the way back in June when my friends and I had dinner on a tiny cruise boat in Bangkok.

What is your favorite song at the moment? Cult of Personality by Living Colour for reasons that anyone who even slightly follows wrestling would know, haha.

What is your favorite board that you've made on Pinterest? I'm not that deep into Pinterest to have boards. I only ever use it for quick searches when I need certain pegs for work Powerpoints.

Do you get on Facebook or Instagram more? I'm on the Reels tab on Instagram more frequently than I would like to admit, lol. I'm connected to more people on Facebook but it's also still more boring, so when I'm on there I typically just look at the first 10, 15 posts on my feed to see what people are talking about then already close the app.

What color is your favorite sweater? I don't have a favorite sweater.

What are three things people would never guess about you just by looking at the photos you post on social media? I don't talk to my brother; I don't know how to ride a bicycle; I was deep into the British YouTuber invasion of the early-mid 2010s.

What is one thing you have too much of? Right now that would be boxes of my fave coconut-scented reed diffuser but that's only because that's what I got my workmates this Christmas and I have yet to wrap them and give them out, haha.

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? It must've been months or years now; raspberry is definitely not something I encounter a lot.

What are three of your favorite scents? Vanilla, anything that's being baked, and apparently coconut.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? ☕️ Lemon.

When was the last time you wore your hair in a fishtail braid? Almost exactly a year ago.

What is one annoying thing your computer does? I'm so attached to this laptop and it's my baby that I don't even have the heart to say anything bad about it lol. It's extremely slow and the 10 hour battery life has turned into 1 hour in the last six years and it barely has any storage left and has stopped becoming eligible for updates, but IT'S MY BABY DAMMIT.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? I avoid fruits.

How often do you go out to eat? Once or twice a month, I would say.

What would your dream wedding dress look like? 👰‍♀️ I'm too lazy to describe anything in detail as it is 10:30 PM and I'm too tired from work lololol but I would love anything that'd channel Audrey Hepburn. Something that'd be able to accentuate the waist with verrrrrrry subtle sleeves and a quiet yet elegant train that doesn't try to steal attention.

Which fall flavor do you prefer: pumpkin spice or apple cinnamon? Pumpkin spice. Got to try the Starbucks drink when they were randomly giving out pumpkin spice free samples and I came out of that store a changed and converted woman.

What is the most annoying thing about your life right now? All other PR/ad agencies are going on shutdown by the end of this week and my fuckin workplace isn't starting ours until next Friday.

Which holiday treat do you like better: candy corn or conversation hearts? Candy corn I guess, but I'm not a big candy person to begin with so eh.

What is your favorite apple-flavored treat? Chewy candies, like Mentos.

What are you counting down the days to right now, if anything? Our office shutdown. I'm so excited for it that I've started to stop exerting 100% effort at work lol.

What was the last book you read about? It's an autobiography.

Have you been daydreaming a lot lately about a scenario you wish would happen? I've been dreaming about it a lot, frustratingly enough.

What are three of your favorite things about camping? ⛺️ I've never gone camping before.

If you could choose what month to be born in, what month would you have chosen as your birth month, and why? My birth month has never really been an issue to me and I wouldn't change it even if I could.

...and what is your actual birth month? April.

What are three of your favorite things to do on a rainy day? 🌧️ If I had it my way I'd turn on the aircon, make my room as dark as possible, and take a long nap.

Would you rather eat strawberries 🍓 or watermelon 🍉? Neither.

Do you prefer smoothies or milkshakes? 🍹 Milkshakes.

Do you prefer hamburgers 🍔 or hot dogs 🌭? Burgers.

When was the last time you felt nauseous? I had the most awful motion sickness last Monday.

What was the last thing you ate that made you feel nauseous? The bagnet and bone marrow dish I had two weeks ago didn't necessarily make me feel nauseous but it did give me awful heartburn.

Do you enjoy going to your local county fair? We don't have one in my city.

How far away do you live from the place where you were born? I'd say it's a 1.5-2 hr car ride.

Do you prefer zebra print or cheetah print? Cheetah.

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wordpimp · 2 years ago

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After you have a vision, then you dream

You were trying to get somewhere small, somewhere you knew. Not a lot of gear, but you camped in the snow, by a car and a river. You were waiting on someone, not a rescue. I know that look, it's a different kind of desperation. More supplies, a hand to build the fuselage, dig a well, put the honey in. I lit my side on fire with a nine inch blade, bruise I still feel on my hip, way up high, below the left ribs. A phone call that kept getting through, but barely. Was this the idea that scared me about you? Did it scare you too? Does it ever save you?

When I get to that classroom, I'm always in the wrong building. I'm in a setup, an escher building with a bosch facade. It's the mind's tricks. In the vision you were the good witch glenda. I had a word for your face that's unintelligible here. You would know it though. This is the wrong section, too public, too open. The room I want is at the top and it's closed for the day, it's already full. Make room then, it's what we do. Green orange yellow red. Blue, blue to be truly naked. Then white. But the lounge is an atmosphere, staircases and lobbies. So much marble. The best is yet to come, that future I looked at, we should put it in a song. Right, on the radio, cruising past town. I can only get so far here never up or through. Why would I want to? People sleep and they never talk. I can only talk to myself before I have to go on to the next one. That's not a clue either, but maybe the pattern is. Infinite return, golden section, fibonacci. I see you in the stars, you know.

From on the roof, I see a bridge. I see a car cross. It's always crossing. I'm in the car, I'm looking at the car. I'm on the bridge watching the car leave. I'm in the bridge, I'm it. Is that how it reads. Is this the January. Gray beams in rain, feel the rain, it's warm, it's heavy, I'm a lead curtain on the highway. The highway looks deadly but it's not a question. Happiness is also deadly. Rain turning to ice, then snow. I wonder if that's you, finally ready to cross. Then the two sides of me can lift into an arch, make a circle. Then release. Tap me here. Do I sound satisfying, could you drink your fill of me and be happy, in the rush hour, certain to be released home any minute?

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Chapter 30: Onto the Icey Blue

The middle of summer was the last time you would expect to see snow. The middle of summer was the last time you would expect to see huge chunks of ice. But that was what the clan found themselves seeing. That ghost from the woods nearby got them all pulled into some arctic cruise, and there wasn't any way to back out of it. It was a bit annoying, they all still had to get the orbital station fixed and off this planet after all.

They couldn't help but be a bit excited though, some more than others. The ship had enough room to hold all of them, even if a couple was going to have to be removed for a bit for it to work. And after the endless summer heat, they would enjoy the colder environment. Although when they got there some did regret it. It was colder than expected after all the heat, and it got some of them worried about if they were stuck on this planet during the winter months.

One of the few that didn't have a single worry in their head was Hat Girl. Even though she was only on the cruise in the past to get her timepieces, she still had fun and often wondered about what it would have been like if the cruise hadn't been cut short by her crashing the ship into an iceberg. She still felt a little guilty about that, but hey, they ended up getting a bigger ship in the end. So maybe it wasn't that bad of a thing?

Plus so many others from this planet were here! She didn't have much time to talk to them when they arrived, but she was excited to find them here. It was going to be a 'long cruise' Snatcher had said, so they meant she should have time to stop by and say hello. She wanted to hang out with some of them for the longest time and now was the perfect chance. She just had to get everything settled in her room first and she is golden.

She pushed her suitcase into the closet of her room with a smile. There! She dusted her hands off and gave a proud smile. She knew she would need to unpack eventually, but she could barely contain her excitement at the moment. She turned around a little too fast on her heel, and almost fell, catching herself with the wall. She gave herself a chuckle and left the room, walking into the living room of the area.

"You got everything to unpack, Hattie?" Reginald asked, looking over from Platinum's charger as she gave a quick nod. She didn't, he knew. But he wasn't going to get on her, that wasn't his job anyway. Hat Girl began to head to the door quickly, but Right Hand Man grabbed her hand before she could just race off. "Easy Righty, she's just excited," Reginald said. "This place has cameras and stuff, she can't do anything too dangerous... I still don't want you trying to walk on the railings, though."

"Come on, we're smart enough not to fall into the ocean." Platinum said, adjusting his sleeves as he sat up from the table. Hat Girl gave a nod and crossed her arms, and Right Hand Man just sighed. He loved these kids but why did they have to be like this? They were going to get themselves killed one of these days. "Like, there's some indoor railings and stuff. And even if I did fall in, I'm waterproof, aren't I?"

"Ya may be waterproof but ya still s'ouldn't jump into any body of water ya see." Right Hand Man said, rolling his eyes as Platinum just chuckled at the response. It was a miracle they hadn't gotten themselves hurt again, the last incident he could recall was the tower of sand. He still felt like something was odd. "Just... ya need to be careful alright. Ya may know t'e people on 'ere but some may still try to 'urt you. I can't drill t'at into yer 'eads enoug'."

"Trust me, Papa. I know who still counts as my enemies on this planet." Hat Girl said, quickly going to the package of water bottles they brought and grabbing one. The group heard a small crash outside their room and Hat Girl raced to the door. She opened it to see one of the seals with a knocked-down cart nearby, the captain letting out a side. "Oh, Hello Captain!" She said as she headed over to him, doing the same salute she used to when she was younger.

"Oh, hello Pup. Guess you didn't change too much." The Captain said, looking over at her with a small shrug. She just gave a smile and went to help the seal clean up, Platinum coming over to do as well. The Captain gave the robot an odd look, then seemed to glance at the camera. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Right Hand Man, who had glanced out the door. "You might want to be careful around the electrons here."

"You mean me?" Platinum asked, pointing to himself and getting a nod. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'm metal."

"I can see that. It's just now and again the electronics here can get an extra, surge of energy." The Captain explained, glancing at the camera once again, which then seemed to tilt away from the group. Right Hand Man gave that camera a glare, based on the others around it shouldn't have been on them that long. "Well, I know you would like me to stay and chat, Pup. But someone got to keep the ship from crashing... again."

"Oh, that's no issue!" Hat Girl said, the Captain raising a brow and the awkward chuckle and sheepish look she got on her face. He seemed to brush it off, however, as he just left. Hat Girl and Platinum finished setting up the cart and Hat Girl glanced at the seal, who gave a smile at her. These seals were still as cute as the day she saw them. "There you go, little fella. Try not to bump into anything else, alright now?"

"I wiww, thank u, miss!" The seal said, and carefully began to push the cart forward. The best they could without any proper arms. You think there will be some sort of cart made so the seals could push them around easier, but no. Hat Girl and Platinum glanced at each other for a moment. They both got a smile on their face and then raced off in different directions. Right Hand Man went to go grab them, but Reginald just put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine, Righty, they'll be fine. If they get in trouble, someone will help." Reginald said, trying to shake off his husband's nerves. He knew he wasn't really happy they had to be here, and Reginald did wish they could work on the orbital station more. But then he noticed something off with his eyes as if they seemed a bit odd in a way. "Are you ok? You're having that look where you don't trust something but you don't know exactly what you don't trust again."

"Do I really just 'ave a look in my eyes? t'at's just t'at?" Right Hand Man asked, tilting his head. Reginald gave a nod and Right Hand Man blanked for a moment. He really shouldn't have been surprised, knowing him. He crossed his arms and went back to staring daggers at the camera, Reginald glancing at it as well. "T'e camera was actin' weird, 'nd that walrus told Platinum to stay away from t'e electrics 'ere."

"Righty, are you sure you're not just overlooking things a little?" Reginald asked, and Right Hand Man just gave a nod. Although he did glance to the side a bit, maybe he wasn't completely sure. But after what they've been through so far on this planet, what was there to trust? Reginald sighed and grabbed his husband's hands, looking at him. "Look, it's gonna be fine. Why don't we go sit by the pool or something, it's not too far away.."

"Alright, fine." Right Hand Man sighed. "I'm still keepin' an eye out though, somethin's up."

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It didn't take long to get to the pool once they got what they wanted, it wasn't far from their room. Right Hand Man's cybernetics were waterproof, they had to be, to work with a human body, but both agreed it’d be better to stay away from the pool itself and stay closer to the wall. Gave them more room just to relax and talk, which was what they came here to do. Hopefully, no one would notice, or if they did, they’d just leave them alone.

Right Hand Man still kept giving the nearby cameras daggers, much to Reginald's annoyance. His husband was always more on the protective side, which he loved. But it felt like it went a little too far at times, there wasn't anything in the cameras they needed to worry about. He took his hand and just sighed, Right Hand Man looking at him as Reginald's eyes gave a faint look of pleading. The cyborg soon just sighed and looked to the side.

"I'm sorry, I'm not tryin' to make ya worry, love." Right Hand Man said, looking at Reginald as he gave a nod. He couldn't help but give a slight smile. There were times when he still questioned how he got lucky enough to find Reginald in his life. He couldn't begin to think what life could be like without him. "It's just..." He let out a sigh and placed a hand on his head. "Dunno. Somet'in' just feels like it's comin'."

"Something bad, I'm guessing?" Reginald asked, getting a nod. Reginald knew what it was like. Leading the clan, you had to try and prepare for every possibility so you know what to do. Sometimes he felt if he considered the idea of the government breaking through the window of the airship, he would have had a better plan and Right Hand Man- He let out a small shout as Right Hand Man's cybernetics seemed to glitch a bit as there was a sudden shake. "Are you ok?!" He asked.

"I'me fin3, I t'ink one of those see1s just bumped somet'ing nearby, or s0methin'." Right Hand Man said, knocking the side of his head with his metal hand a few times, he could feel his eye was glitching and the movements in his metal limbs were a bit shakier. He closed his eyes and after another few seconds, they seemed to go back to normal. "Not the first time somethin' like that happened to me, Reginald."

"I know, but you shouldn't have gotten glitchy from a simple bump," Reginald said, pulling Right Hand Man closer to get a better look, his husband grumbling a bit. Reginald couldn't think of anything at first, but then he faintly recalled a crash-like sound at the station last night. He was half asleep, and just assumed it was distant thunder. "Were you trying to do some repairs last night and got your systems hurt?"

"Possibly?" Right Hand Man said. "One wall fell on me and may have messed with my wirein'."

"You could have waited until we got back... I'm going to have to check your wiring later." Reginald sighed, Right Hand Man glancing to the side a bit. He couldn't understand why he would even try that alone... this was his husband, of course, he would. Reginald glanced at the poolside nearby, then sighed and looked at his husband. "Want me to see if I can get a beer from the bar." He was meant with a look "What?"

"Yer not muc' of an alcoholic person Reg, I don't t'ink you drink more than eight s'otglasses in yer life." Right Hand Man said, Reginald, letting out a chuckle at the claim. Not that it was wrong, Reginald couldn't remember the last time he or his husband had some. He knew Righty used to sneak out for some when they first got together, but he seemed to let it go mostly after the kids came in. "..Ya know w'ot, one glass won't 'urt. Just make sure it's light, neither of us needs to get drunk."

"Alright, I'll be back then." He said, standing up and going to look for the bar he heard to be around here. He paused when he finally found it though. The counter was filled with empty glasses, but only the Conductor and Mr. Macbeth were sitting at the bar. Both were drinking quickly, which Reginald knew was unusual at least for Macbeth. He walked up to the train conductor. "Uhh... what's going on here?" He asked as another try of glasses was placed on the table.

"Macbeth thinks he can drink a pecking lot more than me, so I am putting him in his place!" The Conductor said, grabbing one of the glasses and just downing it. Drinking competition, somehow he shouldn't be surprised. Macbeth could already drink much more than an average man in one sitting when alive, and the Conductor just seemed like he got drunk a lot. "Ahh, your eyes are getting swirly, you can't last much longer."

"I'm dead." Macbeth simply replied. "I can go on for as long as I want, I haven't gotten drunk yet."

"Bein' dead does more harm to ye than bein' alive, my friend!" The conductor said, taking two of the glasses before Macbeth could grab one. Macbeth just rolled his eyes, he was destined to win. The Conductor would be drunkenly sleeping by the time he even started to feel off. It was almost a shame but it would work. "I can already see me at the finish line of this whole race of this stuff, ya hear me, Macbeth? Or ye too far gone to listen?"

"I'm pretty sure yo' accent keeps changin', but alright," Macbeth said with a sigh, garbing two of the beers before Conductor could, the Conductor letting out a mumble until some more came. Macbeth turned to Reginald and handed him the glasses. "Here chief, sorry ‘bout this." He said before turning back to the Conductor as he started rambling on some topic. "Sure sure." He said as he took another sip of his glass.

"Thank you, Java," Reginald said, only getting a glance from Macbeth at the acknowledgment of his first name before he turned to head back to his husband. Right Hand Man rose a brow when Reginald came back to the table, handing him one of the glasses as he sat down beside him. Whatever was in the glass didn't look very light. "Don't know how strong it is. Macbeth and Conductor had taken over the bar with a drinking competition."

"Huh, Macbeth finally found a competition game 'e likes then?" Right Hand Man said, getting an eye roll from his husband. He just chuckled and, hesitating at first, drank the alcohol he was given. It was strong and made him back up a bit. Reginald spat some out, letting out a cough as Right Hand Man looked at him. "Where you trin' to chuge it down or somethin'?" He asked, getting a glance from Reginald as he chuckled. "Hey, you know I'm jokin' Reginald... Reginald?"

"Yes, I know darling," Reginald said, rubbing his throat a bit. "You know I could have been choking there and you could have just been laughing."

"Ya think I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between you coughin' and chokin’?"

"Who knows," Reginald said, rolling his eyes a bit as he took a drink.

Right Hand Man just shook his head with a slight chuckle. Why were they both like this sometimes, he didn't know?

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Platinum had, of course, wanted to cause trouble. At first, he tried to find his sister when he realized they hadn't gone the same way, but now they were just far apart and he would have to deal with it. It was fine, he could handle himself. He could turn this whole ship into his field of chaos if he wanted to. If only this place had a tank, it's been too long since he tried to steal one of those, which made him kinda want to be home now.

He eventually found himself in some dining area or sort. Wouldn't matter much to him normally, he didn't need food. But he noticed the tables had to be secured to the floor to help them stay still, and that had quickly given him an idea. He went looking around for a group of empty tables, ones decently away from people, and then went under. He didn't know what he was doing, just messing with the system until the tables became loose.

He smirked once he got it free, quickly hopping out from under it and hopping on top, the movement of the ship making the table slide quickly to the side.

"Wooo!" He called as he threw his arms up. Sure it was simple entertainment compared to all the other stuff he did in his robotic life, but he was proud of the fact he could come up with it. Even if he knew he was likely getting some looks from any nearby tables. He just let out some laughter and adjusted his position when the table went a little faster than expected. "Is that all you got, you can try better than that?"

The ship must have made a sudden turn or something, because the table suddenly just slip out from under his legs, sending him tumbling to the floor. He let out a slight groan as he got up, shaking his head as his systems took a moment to adjust. He could hear some chuckling though and looked to one of the nearby tables to see Adyaln and Cooking Cat, the former behind the chuckling as he crossed his arms.

"What were you thinking?" Cooking Cat asked as he got up, tilting his head. "You are aware that tables aren't rides now, aren't you?"

"I mean, it does look fun," Adyaln said, leaning in the back of her chair a bit as Platinum gave a smile to them. He walked over to the table, dusting his clothing off a bit as he sat down. Pretending he didn't just do what he did in case it could get him in some sort of serious trouble, he doubted it would though. "Hey, have you seen Mu anywhere?" Adyaln asked as she leaned back forward, lowering her voice a bit. "We might've snuck her on."

"Without the captain's knowledge?" Platinum asked, his eyes widening in slight surprise as he got a nod. He could see Adyaln doing something like that, she was part of the lazy paw gang, but Cooking Cat? And Mu seemed like she would hate being snuck on. But at the same time, he wasn't sure if Mu would've been able to pay the price to get on... He shook his head. "No, but I'll be on the lookout. I mean, I'm sure she's fine."

"I know she is." Cooking Cat said. "I just can't help but be a little worried about her."

"This is Mu we're talking about, she can beat up a room full of people easily." Platinum said with a chuckle as he leaned his chair back, only to go too far back and fall off. He bumped into someone on the fall down and shook his head a bit as he stood up. He looked at who he knocked to the ground and paused for a moment. "V-Van!" He said as he bent down to them. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were there."

"It's fine. It's fine, Platinum." Van said as they stood up, dusting themselves off as Platinum stood back up. Platinum looked to the side awkwardly, he didn't know what to do. His wires and gears were acting all funny again. Van just looked at Platinum and gave a head tilt, a bit of worry in those pretty blue eyes of theirs. "Are you alright? Y-You, look like you saw something." Van said as they glanced around a bit. "Is it behind me?"

"No, nothing there. Just uh, looking?" Platinum said, tilting his head to the side a bit as he gave a smile. Why did he have to be so weird here? He just wanted to talk and sometimes he just couldn't. Come on talking is like, one of the main things he was programmed for. He just looked at Van's hat and reached for it. "Here, it's a bit crooked." Platinum said, getting it straightened out as Van took a small step back.

"Thank you, but it's fine," Van said, giving a smile when Platinum glanced at them. Was that a blush on their face-, no he was just miss-seeing things like he tended to. He gave a bit of a chuckle as he let go of the hat and backed up, rubbing the back of his head a bit. Van seemed to look down as they re-adjusted their sleeves. "You don't have to do that Platinum. I can take care of things myself, you know."

"R-Right, sorry." Platinum said, taking a step back as he glanced to the side. "I just wanted to help since I knocked you down, that's all."

"Yeah... I'm going to grab something to eat now. I'll see you later." Van said, giving a small wave before walking away. Platinum let out a sigh before looking over, seeing the table with the two cats who both had this weird, kinda cheeky look. He pulled the chair back to the table and sat down, adjusting the hat on his head a bit as he looked at the two, silently asking what was up with them. Adayln just shook her head.

"You realize you have a crush on that kid, right?" Cooking Cat asked, making Platinum pause for a moment as he processed what she said. Then he frowned and shook his head, crossing his arms. Sure, it might have been true, but he didn't need the whole world to know it. Adyaln had to hold back a laugh, and Cooking Cat smiled. "Hey, no need to feel bad. Almost everyone has these feelings in some way or another."

"I still don't know what you're talking about." Platinum said. "I'm a robot, that means I can't feel love in that way." He said, but they both just shook their heads. "I'm being serious! Why would I lie to you?"

"You just don't want to admit how you feel?" Adyaln suggested. "Come on, you're totally not the only one crushing on someone in your clan. Besides, did you see that blush they got when you helped them?"

"Almost looked as red as a strawberry." Cooking Cat added.

"I'm going to go. Lovely talking." Platinum said, standing up and walking a little too quickly to the elevator nearby. Why did people have to be like that? What were they even implying for him to do, ask Van out like Hat Girl kept telling him to do? Why couldn't people just let him handle these situations in peace?

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Fredrick couldn't see land anymore from the railings of the cruise, nothing but the ocean and icebergs around. It was cold, and he wasn't too sure how to feel about it. It was nice not to have the heat pouring down as it had been, but it felt too cold for this time of year. Guess that could just be him though. He was feeling a little worried about how far they were. What if the ship crashed? The water had to be freezing.

He shook his head and decided to head inside, where it was warmer. Would help him think more clearly. Not think about the ship they were on possibly sinking. He shook his head. He wished he could talk with Sammy but he hadn't found him yet. He looked around the area he was in the reception area. He smiled when he saw Burt nearby, sitting on one of the purple sofas and looking like he was staring out into space.

As he came over he noticed something odd. That group of penguins led by one, DJ Grooves if he recalled correctly, were doing something nearby, a smaller penguin kept in one of those baby gate things.

"Hey Burt, what's going on?" Fredrick asked, Burt, looking over and rolling his eyes a bit upon seeing him. He glanced back at the group, looking around a bit before settling into a certain position. Got a few looks from nearby but he either didn't notice or didn't care. Fredrick had to focus on something else before he said something. "Is that a baby Penguin?" He asked as he carefully pointed to the small penguin.

"Yea, that’s that one's daughter." Burt said, looking at Fredrick as he nodded, putting his hand down. It made sense, he supposed. She was the only other penguin who was blue. Burt soon let out a sigh and he just moved to the side a bit, letting Fredrick sit down beside him. Fredrick gave a smile as Burt rolled his eyes again. "The DJ something guy was planning on using this as a set for a movie eventually and is getting practice scenes in or something." He shrugged. "Having me toss stuff over."

"Huh, I guess it is placed nearby," Fredrick said, glancing at the boxes nearby the sofa. He wasn't sure why that made it Burt's job but Burt wasn't complaining either way. He just was confused about if they were even allowed to do this. Sure Fredrick and the clan were criminals but he had an understanding of the law. "Does the captain know about this? Not sure if he’s ok with a random practice shoot going on."

"Hey, you, bring some of the cameras in the box over." One of the penguins suddenly called, Burt rolling his eyes as he got up. Fredrick got up as well as he looked in the boxes. Why did they bring professional movie stuff here for a practice shoot? He shook his head and just started helping Burt get one out. "Hey, careful how you're lifting that!" The voice called again, and Fredrick had to hold back a comment.

"It's fine, Fredrick." Burt said as he began to head to them. "I can handle it."

"They can be a little kinder. We may be criminals but we haven't done anything to them." He mumbled as they came over, giving the cameras to the penguin to set up. Fredrick started heading back to the sofa while taking Burt's hand so he could get him out of this, but Burt let go and just sighed. Fredrick looked at the birds. "Can't they just use their phones to record?" Fredrick asked. "Do they even have phones?"

"Maybe they do, maybe they don't." Burt said with a shrug, going to the box of cameras again to grab another one. Before Fredrick had time to tell But not to, he seemed to pause and looked around, before mumbling a bit. "Dang it, where did mine go." He said, heading back to the sofa to look around. Fredrick went too close to the box with the cameras so that he could go help him, and Burt could take forever to find stuff.

"Oh, is everything ok?" Fredrick heard a voice, turning to see the one penguin.

"Yeah, DJ Grooves right? Everything's fine, Burt just lost his phone and I should go help look for it." Fredrick said, pulling out his phone to call Burt. It likely wouldn't do much as Burt often kept his phone on silent, but it would help if it happened to go off it for once. He gave a glance at the box full of cameras then turned back to the bird. "Did you really need a bunch of professional cameras for a simple trip?"

"It can never hurt, can it darling?" Grooves asked, pausing when he turned his attention to the little penguin nearby. One of the Conductors grandkids came by to see, at least that's how Fredrick saw it. Grooves smiled at the two, he must not be on bad terms with the kid like Fredrick assumed he was with Conductor. "And I'm sure your friend can find the phone on his own. It's just going to take a bit of time." Grooves said, waving a dismissive flipper.

"Sure he could, I guess... I just get worried sometimes, I don't know." Fredrick said, watching the bird tilt his head in confusion and interest. "I'm not about to get into it, it isn't my place," Fredrick said as he pressed the call button again once his screen showed it had gone to voicemail. He glanced to the side. "I just keep worrying because of, reasons I guess. Burt doesn't think much of himself and I'm sick of it."

"Found it!" Burt suddenly called, his voice going through the phone a bit before he hang up. Fredrick shook his head with a smile as he looked over at Burt, who started to come up over to the group, re-adjusting the hair on his face. Grooves seem to spot something but Fredrick pretended not to notice, watching as Burt looked at him. "You could have tried being a bit more of a help, you know." He said, "that's what you always act like you are.'

"Is there something wrong with your eye, Burt?" Grooves asked, and he was met with silence.

"No, you must be seeing things." Burt said a bit of a defensive tone to his voice as he looked to the side, pulling some more of the hair in front of his face. He looked at Fredrick who just gave a nod and then sighed, turning around with a small huff in his breath. "I'm heading out now." Burt said, beginning to walk away. "Don't bother trying to come after me Fredrick, I'll be somewhere you can't find me."

"Alright then..." Fredrick let out a sigh as he looked at Grooves, who just seemed more confused. He hadn't upset anyone, had he? Fredrick just shook his head and sat down on the sofa nearby, looking out the window at the large ocean they were going to be surrounded by for who knew how long. "Sorry about his attitude. He just... doesn't like things much." Fredrick said with a shrug. "He's a good guy when you get to know him."

"Must be hard for anyone to do that." DJ Grooves said, getting a chuckle as Fredrick shook his head. "I could have sworn something was wrong with his eye, but couldn't put a flipper on it."

"It's nothing like he said. Don't worry." Fredrick sighed as he turned back to the bird. The way he said it only made it more clear it wasn't nothing.

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Should Hat Girl and the other toppats maybe be avoiding the casino-like area of the cruise, probably? But was she going to miss Snatcher messing with the systems and seeing how far he can ring things before he got caught? Peak no. Even if it was wrong, it was fun to watch. It wasn't like he was gambling with souls here... at least not yet. Plus he made quite the show to the other players at the table.

She didn't understand how the game worked yet. She assumed she would eventually when she was the Chief and possibly doing this stuff. They all just kept hoping for a certain number or color or something of that sort. Shadow Kid was at the slot machine Hat Girl was next too. She wasn't gambling, Snatcher wouldn't allow that. She was just messing around with it, pretending like it was an arcade game if you will.

Hat Girl couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she saw Shadow Kid throw her hands in the air over pure joy for something that hadn't happened. It was just like how she was when she was a bit younger.

"I swear I'm doing nothing here, you all have rotten luck is all!" Snatcher said from the table, pointing to a group of players as he let out a laugh, Hat Girl let out a chuckle. Snatcher always seem able to pull off that laugh no matter what, and it always brought so much energy. And fear to those who never heard it before. "Now let's see... Maybe I have good luck as well. I just need to avoid something like a one..."

"You think that be the best number." Hat Girl said to Shadow Kid, who looked over and gave a nod in response. She then chuckled and glanced to the side, before she saw someone she didn't expect. Mu, she was just standing there nearby. With a smile, Hat Girl took Shadow Kid's hand and began to head over to her. "Mu!" She said with a smile, Mu jumping a bit before turning and seeing her. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hey, I'm just doing some rounds here is all. Need to make sure no one is getting scammed, or something." Mu quickly said, looking around the place. "What are you doing here? Do your Dads let you gamble?"

"No, they're not like that." Hat Girl said, shaking her head. Even if they would've, which they never would, the seals would likely have stopped her. She just gave a smile as Mu gave a nod in return, glancing around. She eyed Snatcher suspiciously, so Hat Girl stepped to the side and let out a small chuckle. "So, how have things been in Mafia Town?" She asked. "Gotten into any trouble with the mafia again, Mu?"

"Not too much, thankfully," Mu said with a sigh, leaning against the wall as she adjusted the hood on her head slightly. Hat Girl chuckled at that, but she was a little worried. Something about Mu's tone seemed different from normal. Mu must have noticed that she noticed because she just put her hand to her head. "I don't know what it is, but I just can't turn like I used to. And I'm still young, I'm not an adult yet." She started with frustration. "How long will I be able to do this?"

"You'll figure something out, I'm sure of that." Hat Girl said, giving a smile as she turned over to where a bunch of laughter was, Snatcher, having a grin on his face. "Must be doing well." She commented to Mu when she turned back around, Mu giving a slight nod as she rose a brow. Mu let out a yawn as she glanced to the side. "He's going to come over any moment and proudly shared that he won. Just three, two-"

"And that's how you take home the gold, Shadow," Snatcher said as he floated over to the group, Shadow Kid let out a chuckle as she jumped into his arms, Snatcher rolling his eyes as he caught her. He noticed Mu and gave her an odd look, before looking at Hat Girl who gave him a thumbs up. He smiled as he floated above the teens. "Hey, me and Shadow are going to head by the pool to relax a bit. Do you want to come with me?"

"Yup, come on Mu!" Hat Girl said, taking Mu's hand before she had a chance to say no. "It'll be fun."

"Fine, I don't see a way out of your grip either way," Mu mumbled, before letting out a slight shout as Snatcher picked them up, beginning to head through the ship quickly. Mu pulled down the hood of her cloak a bit as she felt the air racing by, Hat Girl holding onto her hat for dear life. Eventually, it started to slow down as she shook her head. "Snatcher, was that necessary?" She asked, looking at him as he shrugged.

"It was the fastest way to get all of us here," Snatcher said. "Now, I wonder if Macbeth's around. That dude has a weird relationship with water." He said, placing the girls down and beginning to look around as Shadow Kid slid down from his back. Hat Girl let out a chuckle at that and Mu just rolled her eyes as she watch Hat Girl head to the water, but just barely stop before actually heading in. Right, she wasn't in her swimwear.

"Wooo!" Shadow Kid said as she jumped in the water, splashing Hat Girl and Mu. Hat Girl let out a bit of laughter as Mu mumbled. "Hey, Papa look!" Shadow Kid called.

"Yup, I'm here if you need anything!" Snatcher called as he looked over at her, glancing around the place until he paused. He finally found Macbeth at the bar, but the bar was a mess. Empty glass bottles and small puddles of beer all over. The Conductor was beside Macbeth, asleep with his head in one of those puddles. Macbeth was wearing a slightly-drunk smile on his face. "Do I need to ask what on earth happened here?" Snatcher asked.

"I won, that's what," Macbeth said, putting his hand against his head as he shook it with a smile. Snatcher looked at all the bottles around and felt some guinea horror. He wasn't sure he could go through this many bottles and not be in a coma. What kind of livers did these two have... at least Snatcher thought it was livers. "He thought he could outdrink me, I would've out drunk him even if I was still alive."

"I see..." Snatcher said as he picked the Conductor up and then threw him into the pool.

The Conductor was quickly awoken by the water and broke the surface. "What in the-," He asked, before growling when he heard Snatcher laughing nearby. "Oh ye pecking ghost, come down here and I'll tear yer peaking legs off, ye hear me ye mother-pecking pool noodle on birdseed!" More laughter was his only response. "Macbeth help me out!"

"Sorry, can't go swim, water is the demon Platinum is scared" Mr. Macbeth shrugged.

"Should we go help Conductor out?" Hat Girl asked, looking over at Mu. "I mean, he most likely suffering from a hangover right now."

"Hmm... no. I think he'll be just fine." Mu said, letting out a chuckle as Hat Girl rolled her eyes. Shadow Kid and Snatcher did eventually get him out of the water, leaving the Conductor drenched in the water. All in all, a good start to the cruise.

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