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thesinsoflust · 1 year

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Selkie!141 (+others) - Breeds

My personal headcanons on what kind of seals 141 would be, please note that the descriptions of the seals them selves wont be entirely accurate as this is a work of fiction but I tried to match them up and descriptions as accurately as I could :))

Also I found a couple photos just off google of what I think they would kind of look like-

Note just a tiny little bit suggestive :)

Simon "Ghost" Riley- Weddell Seal - A relatively large seal weighing in at about 1,100 pounds and around 11ft long. Fun fact, the Weddell seal is one of the only species of seals that can give birth to twin pups, so Simon ill be sure to give you nice large family, Simon is more of a light gray in color with small patches along his short fur. Definitely more of a recluse seal, but can be very friendly when he warms up to you, and if your lucky he'll make his way towards you on a shore, and just sit peacefully by you.

John "Soap" MacTavish- Gray Seal - Still a large seal, about 750 pounds, and around 8ft long, dark brown fur despite the name and some silver gray spots along him. The gray seal is native to Scotland among other places, and is the seal most Scottish selkie legends are about. As a seal Soap is rather friendly around humans opposing the natural instincts of his breed, and might even swim around a diver for a bit. Soap definitely keeps a little bit of his seal chub when he becomes human, its great though keeps him warm!

John Price- Leopard Seal - Another large seal about 11ft and 1,300 pounds, this seal has a more muscular build, and its only natural predator is the orca. He's got a counter-shaded coat dominantly dark gray with a lighter under belly, and as per the name spots like a leopard. He loves the ice, and makes more low moaning sounding calls as opposed to much chirps. He's a pretty good hunter and has a penchant for penguin and krill, when he's in his natural environment, he'll even catch you something if you ask nicely.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick- Brown fur Seal - Even though Gaz is the largest among his subspecies of fur seals he's still smaller than his captain and Simon (even Soap but he wont admit it), at around 7.5ft long and and 650~ pounds. He's got long whiskers and dark brown fur along his entirety. He loves rocky terrain, and you can often catch him lounging about on said rocks, and he wont often stray far from land preferring to keep closer to it then some of his pod. He is very friendly towards divers in the water, but can be a bit more skittish on land.

König- Southern Elephant Seal - Now he is one massive seal weighing in at about 6,500 pounds and 17ft in length, a king for a reason. König might just be the most shy and skittish of all the seals, despite his massive size. König has a thick layer of blubber covered by patchy colors of light brown almost ginger fur, and a number of oddly healed scars and tears. König is a seal you would rarely be able to see, probably only ever spotting him in the wild once, all other meetings would have to be from carefully coaxed interactions by the rest of his misfit pod.

Gary "Roach" Sanderson- Ross Seal - A pretty small seal only 350 pounds and 6ft long. He's got large eyes giving him an almost puppy look and his coat is mostly white with light brown patches. The only sounds you'll hear out of him if any is a pretty twittering siren like chime under the water, made unusually with a closed mouth.

Alejandro Vargas- Juan Fernández fur Seal - A smaller seal with thick insulating fur and with a bit of an oily sheen, he's about 300 pounds and 6.5ft long he's dark brown in color with bits of gold tipped fur speckled around. he has a diet for lanternfish and squid, and you can also find him foraging around on a rocky beach or even a small tide pool in a cave.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra- Guadalupe fur Seal - A seal native to Mexico, and of similar size to Alejandro averaging abut 350 pounds and 7ft long, Rich dark fur with an oily sheen, Rudy will spend a lot of his time in the open ocean, and also has a taste for lanternfish and squid, though this seal will exclusively eat at night. When not in the ocean he'll most likely be in a cave somewhere, or playing around with his pod :))

Phillip Graves- Harbor Seal - Medium/Smaller seal 350-ish pounds and 6ft long, silvery with brown splotches dotting his fur, a very cute seal. Graves will typically stick to familiar areas, and likes rocky terrain, he may also swim upstream into fresh water to catch what ever fish he prefers(Salmon), he'll tend to stay pretty coastal however.

Note- a lot of these facts are from Wikipedia

Please let me know if you see any errors :))

Selkie!141 Masterlist

#selkie!141 #selkie #cod mw2 #mwii #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #phillip graves #König #gaz #soap #ghost

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burnwater13 · 3 months

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Scene from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Boba Fett and Cad Bane are facing each other in the middle of street on Tatooine (Mos Espa). From DataWorks calendar.

Grogu only knew what the files at the Jedi Temple had said about Cad Bane and of course the few words that Daimyo Fett would waste on him when they sharing gorgs after their fishing expeditions. The Daimyo was surprisingly good at fishing and Grogu was glad of that. His own dad was not very good, although he tried.

That had given Grogu the opportunity to ask the Daimyo about where and when he’d learned to catch fish, given that his dad was typically wrestling with lures, lines, and leaders most of the time they were fishing at the Pica Oasis. The Daimyo told Grogu about being raised on the ocean world of Kamino.

Grogu was really impressed by that. No place was going to offer better fishing that a world covered with an ocean. The Daimyo emphasized that fishing on Kamino was nothing like fishing at the Pica oasis. Some of the fish were big enough to swallow a human whole, according to his Mandalorian friend. Others, like the krill, were so small that even Grogu would need to eat dozens of them to have a decent snack.

Eventually, the two of them got around to talking about the Daimyo’s father, Jengo Fett and the circumstances of his death. Grogu was horrified and apologized to his friend for the actions of the Jedi.

“I have had many years to consider what happened that day, little one. The Tuskens teach that when you are defending your family, your duty is to do everything you can, including giving up your life to protect them. That is what my father did and only a Jedi could end him. He did his duty by me. I bare no grudge to you for the actions of others. Your people paid an even heavier toll at the end of that whole mess. You and I have the opportunity to show people how we can be at peace with the past and work not to repeat it.”

Grogu had nodded and patted the Daimyo’s knee. Then his line tugged and he chirped in surprise. He had a strike! There was some sort of something tugging on his line and he began to reel it in, with the master bounty hunter coaching him through the whole process. It was an excellent example of cooperation, right up to the point where Din Djarin came over, got his big boot tangled up in the line and pulled the rod out of Grogu’s hands, whacking the Daimyo with it as he tried to untangle himself.

“Din Djarin, have you ever considered that fishing is not a skill you possess and until you develop mastery of it, perhaps you should leave it to Grogu and I?”

Grogu thought the Daimyo was well within his rights to say, but considered Fennec’s brisk, ‘Mando, I didn’t peg you for this much of a klutz’ to be unnecessarily harsh. His dad had clearly not been taught to fish by any of the people responsible for this education.

“You don’t become a master of things you don’t practice.” Grogu’s dad had complained at them.

“Now you sound like Cad Bane. Any little thing I didn’t do perfectly, I did until I was perfect at it. He regretted that at the end. Never teach your student enough to be the end of you.”

The Daimyo had seemed both proud and sad about that as far as Grogu could tell. Fennec had told him a little about what happened when Boba Fett’s old mentor had ended up on Tatooine trying to ‘fix’ things for some syndicate or other. By ‘fix’ things he knew that meant threaten people until they agreed to do whatever they were told to do. It was very Sith-like behavior and Grogu could not imagine the Daimyo ever agreeing to such a thing.

“Kid, you’d be surprised at the sort of things the Daimyo has agreed to do. Of course that was all before he was tossed into that sarlacc pit and then re-educated by the Tuskens. Cad Bane hadn’t planned for that and that’s where he failed. You never take on an enemy that you don’t know everything about.”

Fennec seemed to be grudgingly respectful of those changes. Grogu wondered why and asked his dad about later when they were getting ready to sleep.

“Buddy, you remember that kid, Calican? He left Fennec for dead in desert. I thought she was dead too. But the Daimyo? He checked. She wasn’t dead yet and he took her to the person who put her back together with those… uh… modifications. Boba Fett didn’t have to do that. He chose to. Because he was once left to die in the desert and the Tuskens saved him. That sort of thing changes a man and in this case for the better. Cad Bane went after the old Boba Fett. The bounty hunter. Who he met was Daimyo Fett, the better man.”

Grogu was just glad that he got to meet ba’buir Fett, the Mandalorian who knew how to fish. His father’s son. After all, being a bounty hunter and fishing weren’t all that different, from a certain perspective.

Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Cad Bane is face Boba Fett, who is lying prone on the ground. The Caption reads: But you've got your father's blood pumping through your veins.

#calendar prompt a day #din djarin #grogu #Boba Fett #Fennec Shand #book of boba fett

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grimdarkfandango · 4 months

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riley's rec list 2023

oo-er alliteration, ladidah

AIGHT SO hello so I saw a fic rec list yesterday and was like. damn son I love rec lists. and then I read a fic off it and went DAMN SON I LOVE REC LISTS so guess what y'all are getting for 2024. it's a fic rec list! congratulations release the crocodiles

these are in approximately no order whatsoever. not all of these came out in 2023, but some of them did, and I definitely read them with my eyeballs then.

I'm not bothering with a readmore you know how to scroll happy new year

One Hundred Years Past by tciddaemina | BOTW/LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 39k + sequels Link wakes up a hundred years early. It changes everything.

y'all I only read this two days ago and I am Ob Sessed. what if Ganondorf picked Link up like a feral stray in the desert. What if he dodged calamity with the power of dick and this twink he found. What if the second story in the series was designed in a lab to make me feral. What if!

Pinned and Needled by surveycorpsjean | One Piece (manga/anime) | Zoro/Sanji | 35k Sanji struggles with an injury that prevents him from cooking. Around the same time, Zoro starts to act strange.

[deep fucking inhale] SO. sometimes you are ambling at a slowish pace through a manga with over 1100 chapters and then an author you really like drops a fic for the couple you are rotating in your head and so you go 'hey cool let me just read that' and you don't even get half the plot references in the story but it's enough because then you read 700 chapters in A Week and now you're caught up and get to read it all over again and scream even louder

like a bird on a wire by tierfal | BNHA/MHA (manga) | Endeavor/Hawks | 8k The aftermath, and the undertow, and something like a sunrise.

we still don't know what the aftermath of the war will be [stares into the middle distance about the most recent chapter] so enjoy this hurt/comfort from after ch 390!! I just... love Hawks... it's about the devotion...

I'm realising of all of the recs here this one might need the most canon knowledge to make sense but. also. what if you read 410 chapters of manga and then talked to me about it...

Facade by Hazel_Athena | One Piece (manga/anime) | Zoro/Sanji | 32k Left with only three other crew mates, it’s a ready expectation that Sanji will start fawning all over Robin in his usual obnoxious way. However, that’s not what happens. Instead, looking wild around the eyes in a way only someone who knows him well would recognize, the cook doesn’t break stride until he’s firmly within Zoro’s orbit and can wrap both hands around his upper arm, clinging tight. “Hi, darling,” he chirps, his expression desperately conveying that Zoro needs to play along under pain of death. “Did you miss me?”

ZOSAN FAKE DATING MARRIAGE LESGOOOO

this is just so much fluff and also zoro being in PainTM and I love a good trope mmkay

Carry You Home (In My Teeth) by DistortedDaytime | Stranger Things | Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 51k All Billy wants to do is lick his wounds and sleep off a bad night. Instead, he wakes up to find his furrier half stranded in Steve Harrington’s laundry room.

Billy the werewolf! Eddie the vampire! Steve the Steve! I am cheating a little bit because I got to cheer this on first-hand as it was being written BUT also it's just really, really, really fun. And horny. And full of Billy's Issues. Plus some neat werewolf worldbuilding and my favourite type of Deus Ex Maxine.

Everything In Its Right Place by JustSomeGuyDontWorryAboutIt | Mandalorian | Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth | 12k In which Cobb Vanth is forced off-planet, roped into a rescue mission, and made to stew torturously in his feelings. Just because you’ve spent months fantasizing about shucking him from that armour like a Sorgan krill doesn’t mean he’s thought about you even once, he reminded himself. Don’t make this awkward. Just enjoy the company while it lasts.

I, too, think Cobb should get to tap that so hard they cause an interstellar incident about it. And that's after he charms the last remaining jedi into giving the kid back.

Same As It Ever Was by QuokkaFoxtrot | Stranger Things | Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 62k "Deja-vu? Like you feel like you've done this before, because-" "No!" Steve snaps, feeling everyone's attention snap to him. He lowers his voice, aiming it so that only Nancy can hear. "I mean I've carried Eddie's body back to the rift in the trailer. Twice." --- Sometimes it can take a while to become the man you want to be.

Sometimes a good friend slides you a link to a fic their friend has started writing with a 'hey you ship this, check this out' and then you lose your whole fucking mind, usually directly into the comment box, until the whole thing is complete. This is the time loop fic of DREAMS. This is the GOLD FUCKING STANDARD. This has, unequivocally, REWIRED MY GODDAMN BRAIN. This is, as far as I'm concerned, one of the best fics ever written. Run don't walk.

THAT'S IT HAPPY NEW YEAR

#fic recs #long post #the fuck I'm not tagging all of those fandoms #read em or don't

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 year

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Cataclysm

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing

An uneasy standstill, the calm before the storm. The war had begun, yet the only shots to be fired were still contained upon the derelict space station. Space itself was still, a tense chess game waiting to break out into violence. Pieces moved on either side while the sacrificial pawns had yet to be played.

Adam sat in the cockpit of the F-90 Darkfire, roosting in tense silence with several other squadrons of aircraft, Maker designed and human designed all intermingled. The F-90 had been retrofitted to run on Anima energy, and when the instruments lit up, they glowed a delicate gold.

He took a deep breath, slow and steady through his nose and closed his eyes.

He could feel his heart racing inside his chest dancing out a manic rhythm.

“Fealty?”

The AI who had been humming subtly in the background of his suit, responded to his command, appearing on his hud as a little cartoon dog with its head tilted. The image sort of reminded him of waffles, and pancake, and those thoughts made his heart hurt.

“Show me/”

The little cartoon dog vanished, replaced by a reel of pictures: Kay curled up with waffles and Pancake, Kay in his Halloween costume, Kay asleep as a baby inside his mother’s helmet. Sunny holding Astra and Nyx, His parents Holding the twins, He squeezed his eyes shut and his head hurt.

They had to win this.

He would do anything to be able to see his children again even if that meant saving the universe to do it….. Another part of him realized that he would do anything….. Just to let his kids live, even if it meant never seeing them again. He opened his eyes, looking through the docking bay’s energy field and out towards the great black behemoth that lurked at the center of the galaxy

Sagittarius A*

Adam was willing to exist the destruction of his soul, willing to exist never existing.

Just so they could

The thought clawed its way into his throat, choking him, but he fought it down.

No time to think about himself, only time to think about his family and his friends.

His hand tightened on the joystick.

“T-Minus thirty.” Someone announced over the coms.

Red lights started flashing inside the docking bay. Adam could feel the sudden rumble of engines as they moved from idle.

He did the same with his own jet, watching as the docking bay crew scuttle around on the floor ahead of them, waving flags and markers as everyone was settled into last minute position.

His headset chirped to life, and from he copilot seat Krill’s voice came, “You know, after all of these years being terrified for my life, this might be the first time I will actually have the ability to wet myself.”

Adam snorted.

It had taken an entire team and a half to get Krill fitted into the copilot seat.

In order to come at all his SE armor had been fitted with a pressurized amniotic compartment where his real body was stashed inside a thick viscous liquid, kind of like the brain inside spinal fluid. It was krill’s belief that his more fragile body would be protected, while his more human form could operate with impunity. However, that meant the suit he wore was absolutely massive, more like a mech than a suit at all, and it had taken some creative thinking to fit him inside.

Still, Adam was glad for the company, no shade to Krill, but he missed Sunny.

As battle partner they had sworn to be at each other’s backs always, but a conversation before the operation began had resulted in the two of them coming to the decision that they needed to go in separately on the off chance one of them didn’t make it, they wanted at least one parent to survive.

So, while Adam was going in on the jet, Sunny had chosen to join her family on a Drev drop carrier with the other warriors of her clan, Lanus and Sunny at their head.

Lanus, Sunny, Kanan, Dzara, the entire family together, and that at least made him feel better.

“You sure you’re up for this.” He asked, his voice strangely warped and tinny over the comms.”

“Do I look like someone who can back out now.”

“T-minus Ten, nine, eight, seven.”

“Guess not.

And then there it was, the familiar pressure building up in the cradle of his pelvis. Adam sighed, Here he was a grown ass man, and still his body’s nervous response was suddenly and and unexplainably needed to pee, even after several trips to the bathroom “just in case”

“Two, one zero.”

…..

“Launch.”

Hundreds of engines firing all at once, until the night sky was filled with the burning golden glow of their engines, like a swarm of fireflies. Adam took point, exiting the empyrean and passing through the docking bay field and out into the silence of space. All around him thousands of other smaller ships joined him, in thousands of different shapes and sizes. He could only imagine what it might have looked like from a distance.

Fireworks.

Maybe.

Their plan was to strike hard and fast.

No mercy

No remorse.

There was no room for polite warfare, this was the end of the universe as they knew it, and manners were out of place, and out of time.

Evidently the Vodi felt the same way.

As soon as the first fighter, Adam, deployed, the Void matched with a response of its own, spitting spiked jets painted with tortured orange voidlight straight towards them, like the pellets from the barrel of a shotgun. Adam felt like it should have had a sound, an explosion, or a crackle like fire, or even an eruption like a volcano.

But the violence happened in complete silence.

Though the clash that came rocked the universe.

The first death occurred, not from weapons, but as two opposing fighters slammed together in a brief but fiery ball of debris erupting outward like an explosive mine, shredding at least two fighters that came too close.

One listed sideways ramming into another fighter, the two falling into an interlocking spin that tore them apart. Adam cut to the side, and then dove down, cutting narrowly between the wings of two opposing ships, deploying countermeasure rockets as he was passing between them, tagging both enemy ships in the fuselage and ripping them apart with a sharp and silent explosion. The hammering of his heart died away, slowly lulled by combat until both his hands and his body were steady, silent and controlled. The pressure on his bladder vanished as the nerves went wit them.

Nothing mattered now, but the moment.

The sky was chaos, bumper cars on steroids strapped to explosives. Adam rolled to avoid an explosion on his left, cutting i na shallow arc under a vessel passing in the other direction. Fealty tagged enemy targets, highlighting them in red where his normal human vision would be unable to keep up.

He spun once, very sharply to his left, falling into the trailing path of an enemy fighter locking on briefly before deploying rockets.

The ship exploded, and he dove downward avoiding the debris.

Killing enemy fighters was all well and good, but he never took his eyes off the real goal.

The necrotorium, glowing orange like the promised hell that it was, still so far away and surrounded by a wall of steel rubbed raw by the sickly orange light of their shields.

A voice crackled in his headset “Cherub, This is mad dog Four o clock on your right”

“Think you can hack it mad dog.” Adam asked,

“We’re going to find out.

“This is wicked Eight o'clock high.”

“Welcome aboard, wicked, try not to die.” Adam said, and then Dove down and back into the frey. Behind him Wicked and Mad dog followed in desperation to keep on his tail. Adam called out his moves before he made them, and together they cut into the bulk of the enemy squadron.

Adam’s dash beeped,

“He’s trying to lock on me.” Adam said.

“I got him, I got him. Cherub roll right!” Wicked shouted

Adam rolled right, his pursuer streaking through the palace where he had been and exploding a few seconds past that moment

“HA!” Wicked said, her voice crackling over the radio.

“Deploying countermeasures.” Mad Dog shouted, and another explosion lightened the black sky.

They were moving forward, sure and steady. Adam cut at a diagonal past two incoming fighters and then reversed his engines coming to a halt and shooting backwards as they tried to turn. Fealty marked both, and deployed the heat seekers that found their mark. Adam rotated the jet on its axis 180 degrees and shot in the other direction.

They were coming up on the bulk of the Armada now.

Massive blak ships loomed over them.

One of the ships pulsed, a powerful beam of burning orange void light pulsed from its cannons, vaporizing a straight line of fighters in the process, leaving nothing behind but dust.

Fealty chirped in warning, and Adam cut right just as another beam shot through the place where he had been.

Wicked shouted.

Mad dog cursed.

The ball of steel rose up…. This was going to be too much.

How were they going to get through this and the shield?!

And then, Adam saw it.

It was a miracle that he did. What it took to have him here in the right place and at the right time might as well have been a miracle, and still he only noticed because out of all the red highlights on his dash, as fealty lit up his enemies, he couldn’t help but notice the tiny dash of green.

A friendly.

At first Adam thought another jet might have made it ahead of him, but in the heat of the moment, as his subconscious brain was running in parallel to his active combat brain he realized the small dot wasn’t moving, and it was far too small to be a ship.

Momentum carrying him closer, it wasn’t until Adam was nearly right up on it that he realized.

The figure was humanoid.

Floating simply in the middle of space, gone unnoticed by the Void.

That fact wasn’t to last long.

As the figure raised his hands, and let off a psychic wave of energy that almost imploded Adam’s mind in the backlash.”

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thelemoncoffee · 2 years

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🎲 sky children of light au,,, saiouma as lil moths,, honking at each other as they follow the vets,, lighting the candles along the way,, holding each other's hands as they go along a candle run,,, chirping as they avoid the black krill,, soaring through the skies,,, ooo i really I really need this now hold on i need to omg,,

i have no clue what sky children of the light is but it sounds like something i should throw at my friend who loves moths.

the idea is cute btw

#ask kai

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aconfusedbisexual · 2 years

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hi! I know you probably are like why am I going in your ask box all of the time I just wanna show you sky stuff but I made an oc and stuff-

sorry for the lighting but their name is inisa and they make chirping sounds!

And their eyes go black when they are scared!

(Mosty probably happens the most in wastelands caz krill and all-)

You keep inspiring meeee so you might see me more but ye

I honestly don’t mind, really. And that’s a lovely oc! I can’t help but want to draw them lol

Have this rough little doodle, and have a lovely day!

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spicyselfindulgentfandomstuff · 11 months

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Regrettable decisions in the night

Fandom: The Suicide Squad 2

Pairing: Abner Krill x Elliot Carter (self insert)

CW: NSFT (obviously lol), masturbation, getting off to the thought of a crush, a little bit of angst at the end :(

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“Well, um.. thanks for talking with me- I mean, I know we talk everyday but it still means a lot to me!” Elliot looked uneasy for a moment, as though they were trying to figure out what to do, or make a decision quickly. It only lasted a second before Abner felt the tentative and gentle embrace of his friend, hugging him from the side where they sat next to him.

He tensed up, body instinctively entering fight or flight mode before he visibly relaxed into the hug, tension melting away as he received the first physical affection he had in a very long time. The last time he’d been hugged was by his siblings. But this… this was different. He savored the physical contact for as long as it lasted. It ended all too soon for his liking and Elliot chirped their customary “Goodnight, Abner!” before walking towards the guards who would return them to their cell.

‘Well that was new.’ he thought. Elliot had never hugged him like that before. In fact, that hug was the first physical contact between the two, Abner realized. He himself had always been very careful to keep his hands to himself despite how badly he wanted to touch and hold and sidle up next to Elliot. He hadn’t realized however, that they too seemed to be equally reserved about physical contact.. until tonight, for some reason…?

As a guard walked him back to his cell for the night, it occurred to him: ‘Maybe they are just nervous like me.. Maybe that’s why they never brushed my hand, or bumped my shoulder or anything like that.. Maybe they only got brave enough to initiate tonight..?’

The door closed behind Abner and he was left alone with his thoughts.

‘No’, he reprimanded himself harshly, ‘that’s stupid, why would they be nervous about initiating physical contact with you? What like, they like you? No, you might be a friend, at best, but you’ll never be anything more. They probably just didn’t think about it until now. You’re reading too much into it. Yea, that had to be it.’

Despite himself, Abner couldn’t stop thinking about the hug Elliot had given him. It was short and friendly but it was so, so special to him. He thought about the feeling of their arms on his back, the smell of their natural body odor, now noticeable to him due to their proximity… he thought about the feeling of their skin on his where their necks met during the hug and how their soft hair tickled his skin a bit.. and he thought about the feeling of their breath in his ear as they came in for the hug and later, pulled away- brief, fleeting, oh how he wished it had lasted longer. All of it, most especially the skin on skin contact. He really liked touching Elliot. He wondered if they liked touching him too, and maybe they would want to touch him in other ways.. other places on his body?

‘Oh god no!’ he stopped mid-thought and immediately admonished himself for even the thought of them being intimate in that way, ‘Elliot is your friend, how could you think this way about them? What would they think if they knew you were thinking about them this way?!’

He tried to stuff down his desires but quickly realized with his growing erection, he was going to need to do something about it, after all.

He tried to justify it to himself, thinking, ‘Well, it's just thoughts, right? Thinking about them like that wouldn’t hurt, right? There’s no way they could ever know about this if I don’t tell them, so it's okay, right? Yea, that makes sense…’

He took a shaky breath in, trying to recollect his earlier thoughts.

‘Right, Elliot.. Oh sweet, nervous little Elliot…’ Abner smiled a bit, thinking about how kind and compassionate they were, despite their anxious disposition. It kind of matched his own, if he was being honest. Which was kind of reassuring to him.

Abner’s thoughts quickly returned to a more risque nature, though, as he began to recall the hug and how their hands felt on his back and how good the contact felt.

He quickly undid his pants and yanked down his boxers, freeing his aching cock, precum already dribbling down his length.

He closed his eyes and imagined that Elliot was touching him again, this time not something as innocuous as an embrace but rather he imagined Elliot’s mouth around his dick, bobbing his hand in time with how he thought they would move if they were the one doing this.

He thought about how they would feel with their pretty mouth around him, his hands in their fluffy blonde hair, tugging and pulling them gently around to show them how to suck him off. He wondered, foggily, how experienced Elliot was, or if they’d even ever had sex at all. They did seem a bit naïve when it came to relationship stuff and he had to wonder if that extended to physical intimacy as well… he wouldn’t mind, not one bit, he thinks, he could help teach them what felt good to him and even better, he could do things that felt good to them, for their first time.

As he gradually sped up his thrusting into his hand, Abner’s imagination turned to the idea of him pounding their ass. All the while, he was replaying the physical contact of the hug they gave him. He imagined them moaning- he imagined them as being a bit noisy- out his name and that sent him right over the edge.

And that was it.

As he tucked himself back into his clothing, he felt the most horrendous guilt and shame.

‘God, what did you do?’ he thought, guiltily, ‘You just jerked off to the thought of your best friend.. How are you gonna look them in the eyes now? What will you do if they touch you again, let alone hug you?’

Abner sinks into himself, hoping to sink further, into the very concrete floor. He can’t believe he did this. ‘Why? Elliot will never like you like that so why ruin the good thing you have already?’

Abner cried himself to sleep that night.

#you're my superhero! <3: 18+#nsft selfship #spicy selfship #nsft writing #nsft selfship writing #nsft selfship fic #spicy selfship fic #spicy selfship writing

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hugsandchaos · 1 year

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Little fact about Light; he LOVES anything that glows. The others even joked about if they ever loose sight of him, they’d use something really bright to get his attention. I don’t know much about the BOTW game, but I’m sure there’s at least one creature that glows. And the first time Light sees it, he looks at the others for permission to go up to it knowing that some creatures with bright coloration might be dangerous. If they say yes, he’ll immediately go up to it.

Since sky kids are part creatures of light and part indifferent, animals tend to not feel very threatened by his presence. I bet he’d love to show the others the mantas, birds, and butterflies from his world. Speaking of butterflies, he may be confused about why the butterflies from the others’ worlds don’t recharge his light, but he loves them nonetheless.

As a bonus, if they somehow ran into a krill, Light would be honking/chirping really fast in a panic and make everyone hide or try to lead the krill away.

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clay-pidgeon · 7 months

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im of the personal opinion you can be in a romantic relationship platonically. this makes sense to me and thats what matters

#im not talking about a qpr here #im referring to a paradoxical shebang where two people are romantically in love and also this is just bc theyre bros #its both!#btw this is about my ocs. of course #krill chirps #my stuff

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alterednoon · 2 years

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With campfires crackling and castles built atop the sand near the pier, it appears that summer has rolled around for the second time since the twins first fell a year ago.

It has been getting a little warm lately. A bit windy, too, but as it was still in the middle of the current Season, Watcher didn't think too much of the changes in the air. It was just the mountain beyond acting up as usual.

Oh, how wrong was he.

It was warm when he woke up very early in the night just before dawn broke through the mist of Hidden Forest, the air carrying a noticeable coziness to it that he couldn't help remembering the first time they stepped out of the night of the desert and into the sunlight.

Again, the wasteland's watcher didn't think much of it. It's not his first rodeo to be subject by the occasional longing for a time that he cannot return to, and so he alighted from his hammock and went about his lightless morning like any other day.

Then a knock on the door sounds from the ground floor, causing his gaze to tilt towards below.

"Come in!" He yells out, going back to grabbing his mask from his bedside atop his perch.

H.K. peeks through the crack of the door after nudging it open, the lights of their eyes pouring out of the 'smile' mask and moving upwards to their master.

"Good morning, Watcher!"

"Morning." The older skid clad in yellow drops down in his birdly glory, before staring at the mask his student currently wears.

"Feelin' confident today, huh?"

"You could say that!" H.K. chirped, now fully opening the door.

"The weather is quite nice today, after all!"

"It's still dark out, though." Watcher deadpans with a smile in his voice. "Dawn has yet to arrive."

"True!" Then it was H.K.'s turn to stare, having just realized what kind of fit Watcher is wearing.

"Shouldn't you take a vacation? You've been working your arms off since this season started."

"A vacation does sound nice," he mumbled, "but I can't. Kids have been losing a lot of winglight since the change, and as much as possible, I'd like to be of help as much as I can until everything gets settled down."

"I still think you should take a break."

The bird-masked skid stared back. "H.K."

"What?" H.K. puts their hands on their hips. "I don't think I've ever seen you completely chill back and relax, aside from when you saw that pretty cape and the occasional stop at the graveyard's bonfire. But even then you just shoot up the moment you hear someone getting krilled-"

"H.K."

"And!" The Performance moth crossed their arms with a stubborn huff. "You lost about ten winglights a couple weeks ago! During a shard cleanup! That's the first time I've seen you get hit, and you always been fast on your feet!"

"You need a vacation, Watcher. You can't keep this up." Their hands loosen from their hold around each other and fall limply at their sides. "You do know that, right?"

"You always seem to know a lot."

"..." He stares at the skid younger than him for a moment, lips pressed thinly in contemplation before he dragged out a long sigh. "Alright. I'll take a vacation."

"Yes!" H.K. pumped a fist up in cheer. "For while this Days event is on-going, yeah?"

Before he could even fly up and change into his new cape (now that he's not going to his post in the wasteland), Watcher froze.

"I heard from the others that this was called..." H.K. tapped the tips of their hand against their chin as they recalled. "..Summer? Isn't that around when you were born-?"

"Watcher?" H.K. tilts their head at the still figure of their master. "Are you-?"

"Yeah, I'm listening." He says with a flippant wave of his hand as he continued to his closet.

"Dear Megabird, it's been a year already??"

"Mhm!" H.K. chirps in affirmation, failing to notice the way Watcher covered up his shock under a disbelieving 'mask'. "Which is why I set up a little something for you near Grandma's Treehouse!"

"That explains the mask." Watcher remarks. "It wasn't about the weather; you were excited for what you prepared for my birthday-"

The wasteland's watcher placed the ornate bird mask on top of the closet, before turning to the Performance moth in his glowing, green cape.

"-is that it?"

"Ding ding ding!" H.K. flashed finger guns at Watcher as he dropped down for the second time since his student came by. "I also got cake! And tea! And buns! And-"

They were promptly shut up by Watcher pressing his whole hand on their face.

"Are you planning to stuff me like a crab before Feast or something?" The one year-old skid rose a brow, his facial expressions now bare for the world to see. "You sound like you prepared a lot."

H.K. held Watcher's hand on their face and brought it down. Their brightness glows even through their mask as they jokingly replied:

"Maybe."

Watcher chuckled while he picked up a familiar looking instrument near the door.

"Who taught you to be this cheeky?"

"Who else but you!"

Then the moth begins dragging him by his hand, and as he watched from behind while they took the lead, he is reminded of a time when he would be dragged around by his twin like this.

"Now let's go! It's rude to keep food waiting!"

The ground beneath them fades as they fly off, and for just a second, he looked back to the treehouse. He wistfully watched his- their- home grow distant the further away they went, and he couldn't help but wish that his twin was here to celebrate their first birthday together.

#happy birthday to both my first and second Sky OCs: Watcher and Wis uwu #sky children of the light #sky excerpts #sky ocs #ocs #.myskids #from left to right in the taken shots #harmony hall kid (H.K.)#wasteland watcher #(a memory of) eden guide wis #twins that shared a star #.screenshots #.mywriting #sincerely a.o. noena #an: this took a MONTH to get out oh dear

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imaginatorofthings · 2 years

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Journey 2012: Initial Thoughts

So, I played Journey.

Between forgetting about it and finding free time, I finally sat down to experience the game.

My thoughts are below. Any images I include are horrible in quality since they were taken from my phone.

Okay, where to begin?

I first heard about Journey through a friend. Granted, I didn't find it interesting at first.

Then, I downloaded Sky: Children of the Light in the heat of the pandemic (2021 I believe). Both games are made by 'thatgamecompany' or TGC. I enjoyed Sky. I enjoyed the childish joy that it evoked as you jumped and flew around, made friends, get obliterated by the Krill, and explore the realms.

So, I looked towards trying to one of TGC's older works. The one that earned it critical acclaim.

Granted, I was getting tired of it lately. It's repetitive after all. There's only so much you can do with it.

I watched a few videos on Journey, those that praised it and those that compared it to Sky, calling Sky an attempt to relive what Journey was.

It's name was Journey.

So I sat down and loaded it up. Amongst my efforts to figure out the controls, I saw this scene and immediately snapped a picture of it.

So I had a pretty good idea of what I was to expect. It was a unique multiplayer game where there was no means of verbal communication between you and another player except for movement and chirps.

What an opening shot.

I continued forward. I kept making comments to myself, reacting to the game. Things like "Oop, look at those camera angles!" and "OOO, GLYPH!" and "Oh, this is 'insert Sky realm here'."

Did my constant comparisons to Sky ruin the game for me? Did my inability to have multiplayer work so I could make the journey with another person reduce the game's enjoyability for me?

To that, I say "No."

Journey was enjoyable to me either way. I still felt the awe as the cloth creatures carried me upwards, the panic as the ear machines chased me down, and the frustration of not getting a glyph that I just raced by.

Journey elicited its own emotions within me. And to that, I love it nonetheless.

Thank you, and may there be many more journeys ahead of us. ❤

#journey 2012 #journey game #journey #Ima Rambles

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burnwater13 · 10 months

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Grogu was surprised when the Mandalorian asked him if he wanted to take a trip. Since they’d moved to Nevarro it had seemed to Grogu that their adventuring days were at an end. He chased frogs, caused trouble for the marshal while his dad sat on the porch playing a guitar and periodically gave him lessons on how to do the work of a bounty hunter.

It had been mostly peaceful and quiet and Grogu had a sneaking suspicion that his dad really liked it just the way it was. Now this.

Grogu considered his options carefully before replying.

He had really liked Plazir-15. The Duchess was lovely and Captain Bombardier was funny, but there was just something not quite right about how they were so dependent on droids and mechs. The droids didn’t mind at all which Grogu knew was part of how strange things were. The only droid conspiracy there, was could the droids do anything more to make life easy for the humans with their short, short lives… relatively speaking.

Which was strange, because the number one thing Grogu knew from all the droids he’d met over his lifetime was that droids resented sentient beings because they didn’t have an on/off switch. Sure humans has short lives, but it wasn’t the same as being mid argument about the proper etiquette for addressing a knight of the realm and finding the Mandalorian hitting your power button. Again.

So no Plazir-15.

Then Grogu thought about Sorgan. It had been a great place to visit and help and all that. Winta and her friends would all be older now and he could tell them all the stories of his adventures and then eat frogs and play games and fall into the krill ponds. But his dad wasn’t going to let him drink Spotchka again. It had turned his teeth blue for a day and gave him a very upset stomach.

So upset he didn’t want to eat his dung worms and Grogu can assure you that dung worms are not as good as leftovers as they are freshly dug up. Plus he didn’t want his dad to get all awkward about Winta’s mom again. She didn’t understand the Creed and that just wasn’t the Way. At least according to Din Djarin. So, no Sorgan.

Then it occurred to Grogu that they could go to a planet that he and his dad really liked. A planet that had great food, good friends, and the perfect climate.

Tatooine!

He missed Peli Motto, from her bouncy curly hair all the way down to her gold tooth that she could take out at will (cool). He also missed her advice on how to deal with his dad when he was pouting.

“Don’t let him kid ya’, kid. Your dad doesn’t do anything he doesn’t wanna to do. If he fell in that pond it was because he wanted to hear ya’ laugh. Just ignore him and he’ll stop pouting. I think. Hard to say with that bucket on his head.”

Grogu and Peli both had a good laugh that day and Din got up and went back to polishing the N-1 starfighter. Which is what Grogu had been hoping he’d do. He knew how much his dad loved that ship and liked to keep it all neat and tidy and shiny. Which frankly were all the things his dad’s armor wasn’t after falling into the pond.

He walked over to his dad and tapped him on the shin and Din picked him up. Grogu began to coo and chirp and giggle and finally Din figured out what he meant.

“You wanna go to Tatooine to visit Peli? Good idea, buddy. I have some work I want to discuss with Fennec and the Daimyo. We can also check up on Cobb. Hopefully he’s doin’ better. Can’t be easy being allergic to metal when your whole arm is metal now.” Grogu’s dad had replied thoughtfully.

Grogu knew that the only thing Cobb Vanth was allergic to was the sound of people teasing him about the programming for that mod because it was still learning how loose or tight to hold a glass of ferment. Sit too close to the marshal and you might be wearing his drink instead of toasting the winner of the Boonta Eve Classic. Plus it was pretty hard for Cobb to do anything about the teasing since it mostly came from Fennec and no one told her what to do or not do.

Grogu reiterated that the first person he wanted to see was Peli Motto.

“I get it kid. Peli is your best friend. She feeds you. Makes you new clothes. Let’s you play games with the pit droids. She’s a great friend to have. We’ll stop at Mos Eisley and check in with her before we head out to Boba’s palace.” Din replied as he was packing Grogu’s bag. “I thought you’d want to go there just to even the score. Didn’t she beat you at Sabacc the last time we were there?”

Sure, bring that up. Yes, Peli had won that game. But she had cheated. She had told the server at the cantina to bring over a big plate of gorgs on a stick when she gave the signal. That had totally distracted Grogu and before he knew it he had misplayed his hand and Peli won. So sure. Maybe he wanted to go back there and even the score, but really he just missed her. Really.

#calendar prompt a day #grogu #the mandalorian #din djarin #peli motto

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sparkzstar · 4 years

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Do you ever just start playing fun little games and stuff where basically noone knows you (probably) and it all starts out great and fun until your social anxiety kicks in an you start thinking ever single person ever must see you and hate you in there??

Like thanks, thats thats fun!

#i hate this #I seriously love this game even if I kinda suck bc i only started like two days ago #but I feel kinda lonely as well because you can't talk.#all you can do with others is chirp at them #and I am kind of afraid there is also a secret code I do not know #what if I do everything ever wrong??#also I reached the golden wastelands and I am afraid.#I kinda feel like crying #krills are scary #and apparently it gets worse #all I want to do rn is not feel like the anxious mess and also not be afraid of oversized shrimp #please #don't mind me #i just want to get this off #I'm tired.

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xbadgerbearx · 3 years

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what do you see?

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Can’t Sleep: [3] … [5]

Alright, you said you had to get back to the van, but really you got distracted by a box of accessories that you just could not pass up. Some of the things you picked out you were definitely going to try to smuggle back into Belle Reve if you made it out alive. Maybe you could convince Waller to let you keep something like a ring or two. By the time you made it to the bus, you were the last one on. Well, Milton was the last one, but he automatically got the driver's seat. He had to take a last minute leak.

There were a couple open spots, but you didn't want to sit next to any of them. Chris would talk your ear off with obscure references, Cleo would probably punch you in her sleep, and you didn't feel like accidently pissing DuBois off. The seats were relatively small, only about one person could fit in a seat, but that was okay since you weren't planning on sitting in one. You made your way to the back where Nanaue was zoning out and Abner was playing with his fingers.

When he saw you he made his way to stand, but you just waved your hand saying it was okay. Making yourself comfortable on the floor in the aisle was not hard, you've been in more uncomfy places. Besides, you had two pillows beside you: King Shark and Polka Dot Man. You made some small talk with them before you embarrassingly fell asleep. You didn't mean to, but whatever. Whoever you were using as a pillow didn't seem to mind since they never once moved you.

"Sleep?" Nanaue pointed out after you passed out for some time.

"It seems so."

Abner was absentmindedly stroking your head as you leaned against his leg.

DuBois pointed at Cleo, "And I thought she was the sleepy one."

"Hey," Cleo retorted. "Don't hate the player, hate the game."

Chris turned around to look at you sleeping in the aisle, eyes narrowed. Everyone resumed what they were doing, and it wasn't until after Cleo told DuBois the story of her dad that Nanaue spoke.

"Pet, pet," Nanaue said as he copied Abner's movement in the air with his hand.

Krill just nodded.

"Me try!"

With surprising gentleness, Nanaue started slowly caressing you with intense concentration. Abner removed his hand from you and opted for observing Nanaue to make sure he wasn't hurting you. It must've felt nice because you became even more relaxed.

Nanaue hummed as he seemed to become more calm.

"Hey! The fuck you think you're doing, Moby Dick?"

"Huh?" DuBois turned around to look at Nanaue after Chris' outburst. DuBois turned back to Chris, "What do ya mean? He ain't doing nothing."

"He's got his big fish hands all over (Y/n)."

"And?"

"What, you want another shark eating incident?"

"I thought we were over this," Cleo sighed. "Leave him alone, he's harmless."

Chris just rolled his eyes and faced forward in his seat before making himself comfortable.

"Friend sleep," Nanaue muttered to himself. He looked like a little get when they pet a dog for the first time.

The van eventually stopped with a screech into some side alley.

"Señores, this is the place."

Abner gently nudged you to wake up, and after a few tries you sleepily yawned and opened your eyes.

"Sorry," you apologized before noticing Nanaue was still petting you. "Nanaue?"

"Calming." Whether he meant that it was calming him or meant to calm you was unsure.

"Thanks, bud," you said with uncertainty.

Abner held his hand out for you to take which you gratefully accepted. You noted that his hands were a little sweaty. Nervous? How cute.

"Pet pet?" Nanaue said in a bit of a distressed tone.

"Pet pet later, I'll see you sometime soon. Watch the van, okay?"

Nanaue just nodded with a determined look on his face. Well, as determined a shark can look.

Making your way out of the van, the loud laughing, chatting, and music was certainly a stark contrast from the quiet chirping the jungle provided. With one look at your group the bouncer let you in; something tells you that the appearance of DuBois and Chris made them intimidated.

In a single file line you made your way inside. Your group turned some heads, but it looked as if some of the patrons were specifically attracted to some of the people in your group—you included. You felt a little awkward by the amount of winks thrown your way. Flag seemed not to be bothered; he was tipping his hat to some of the attention he got. He led you towards a booth past the stage where some very pretty women were dancing. It almost felt disrespectful looking at them. You kept your eyes forward.

"So, when's this Thinker guy supposed to be here?"

"Supposed to be in the next few hours," Cleo answered Flag once every sat down. You sat between Flag and DuBois.

Chris looked around before speaking, "Looks like we gotta find something to do to pass the time. Uh, miss?" He called over a waitress. "How about some, uh... what do you guys drink around here, Fernet? How about a round of Fernets for the table. Comprende?"

"Si," she answered.

"Hey, Pissmaker," Dubois gave him a look. "We're on a mission."

"Easy, Inspector Gadget. A little drink never hurt nobody," he said while shimmying with a convincing smile.

"Except for the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year," commented Abner as he rested his head in his hand.

Flag wrapped an arm around DuBois in a friendly manner, "Come on, DuBois, this could be our last drink."

"Gracias," Cleo thanked when the waitress came back with the drinks.

"Just one," DuBois relented.

"You gonna be that guy?"

"I'm gonna be that guy."

"Why don't we wait in the van for a little bit? I mean, we just left Nanaue," you said.

"See? Mimic is with me."

"Well we already ordered the drinks," Chris convinced. "Might as well stay."

"Fine."

As the team started to drink, Chris called out to the waitress. "Hey, chica! Forgot the rat."

Cleo affectionately punched Chris in the arm. That was... pretty cool of him. You've known Chris for a while but it always surprises you when he does something considerate for others.

"Here's to being alive for three hours," Rick toasted.

"I'll be alive," DuBois said in a gruff tone. "Speak for yourself."

Everyone drank from their cup; some of you made an unpleasant face.

"You know," you sighed out after a while. "If I were to die right now with you all around me, then I'd die happy."

Chris laughed out, "I think that is the nicest thing you've said the entire time I've known you."

"I can be nice!"

"Mayber to Krill over here," DuBois interjected.

Abner choked on his drink which made the entire table erupt into laughter. Your face warmed up considerably as Krill hid his face on the table. Flag ruffled his hair much like an older brother would do.

"There you go, there you go."

DuBois laughed. "Don't give any more to Polka!"

The party eventually made their way to the dance floor, leaving you and Abner alone.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course," you said while putting down your drink.

"I wasn't lying when I said I see my mother everywhere. Every single person I look at I see her-"

You placed your hand over his. "Oh, Abner-"

"-all except you."

"Me?"

He just slowly nodded his head. "I- I don't know why."

"So, let me get this straight. You see the rest of the team as your mom, except me?"

He nodded again.

You thought for a minute before getting an idea. "Can I try something?"

He just looked at you curiously.

"Pick one of our teammates. Any one of them."

"Uhhh, Ratcatcher II?"

With a smile, you removed your hand from his and morphed into Cleo. "So? What do you see?"

"Wow," he stared in awe. He was finally able to see what his teammate looked like.

"Let's try the rest, shall we?"

You spent the next few minutes mimicking your teammates while Abner kept the drinks coming.

"Okay, okay," you laughed out of breath. "I'll have to show you Nanaue later!"

You might've had one too many drinks.

After that you both stumbled your way to the dance floor to join the rest of your team. Cleo and Chris were doing some silly dances in the middle, Rick and Robert—"We've known each other long enough for you to call me Robert, not DuBois."—were laughing over by the bar, and you and Abner were having a good time dancing with each other in a crowd. This was truly the first time you've seen him let loose and have fun. You hoped to see more of that.

You had half a mind to go check on Nanaue, but that thought quickly left when Abner pulled you closer to him by the waist. He looked like he wanted to say something but the words were caught in his throat. You seem to have that effect on him.

He gently placed his hand on the side of your face, cupping your cheek, and slowly leaned his face to you. Closing your eyes, you leaned as well and-

"(Y/n)! Abner! It's time to get in positions," Cleo called out.

'Fuck,' you both thought. It was around the time Grieves would arrive.

You rested your head against his chest before letting out a disappointed sigh. Looking back at him, you matched his little smile.

"Let's go, yeah?"

"Yeah," you laughed.

The alcohol must've given you a confidence boost because you boldly grabbed his hand and made your way towards Cleo. It was apparently decided while you were asleep that Robert would be on his own, Rick and Chris would be off to the side, and you, Cleo, and Abner would be in your own group.

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