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cloudy-dayys · 2 years

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TMC COMMUNITY HOW WE FEELIN AFTER LAST NIGHT

#tanner talks #mandela catalogue #im feelin mfin hornswaggled 😦

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stimtickle · 2 years

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Only $30!

#the fog #john carpenter #action figures #hornswaggling #fuck scotus

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squenble · 2 years

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thinking about the video of a snake seeing a snail and the snakes just like 😧

#bro was flabberghasted #absolutely hornswaggled

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y6sytds70k4 · 1 year

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DEEPTHROAT QUEEN NESTY SQUIRTS FROM HER PHAT, PUFFY HAIRY PUSSY! Blonde college teen and delicious xxx The Suspended Step Sis 3-Way Porn - Hot 3some with 2 Big Titted Blondes Mature Landlord Jasmin Jae Gets Naked For Tenant Bald dude gets to fuck a hot MILF Tight blonde models stripping and posing in the outdoor Plan cul en levrette Veruca James by Boyfriend's Sister Black hottie gobbles cock Teens ass hole creampied

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cinnamonest · 2 days

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it’s so funny to imagine how hornswaggled the traditional™️ men (childe and diluc) would be when they eventually realize that you really don’t give a damn about having a family or being married or anything. i wonder what it would take for the “oh shoot, she’s actually serious” moment to strike them.

Well, see, it never actually does.

Because it’s easy to rationalize. You don’t know what you want. Very common, typical even. It’s a matter of the fact that you’ve been fed this idea that being “independent” will make you happy, when in reality it just leaves you stressed and sad and wishing you had someone to take care of everything for you. You just don’t know that, you can’t decipher what you truly want because you lack the self-awareness to do so. What you say and what you really need are simply different, and you’re longer for a provider and guardian and authority even if you don’t know it… which is why, even if you protest, it simply has to be enforced upon you, for your own good.

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bitterkarella · 11 months

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Midnight Pals: What a Deal

Koontz: submitted for the approval of the midnight society Koontz: i Koontz: phew Poe: what's the matter dean Koontz: i don't know, telling stories is such hard work Koontz: there's got to be a better way L Ron Hubbard: hey friends its me your old pal honest ron Hubbard: listen friend i hear ya Hubbard: making stories takes it outta ya Koontz: that's for sure! Hubbard: all day long, slaving over a hot laptop, til your hands are calloused and wrinkled Koontz: and how!

Hubbard: listen friends i got the solution to all your problems right here Koontz: tell me more! Hubbard: a genuine bonified, eletrified wonder! it splices, it dices, but it won't write about vices Hubbard: we call it Hubbard: The AI Koontz: gosh!

King: careful dean, i don't know if we should trust honest ron King: i've been burned before Hubbard: listen friend i know you're still sore about the apes Hubbard: but this time Hubbard: it's totally different! King: oh well in that case

King: how does it work Hubbard: all you gotta do is, you put your prompt in this slot here Hubbard: and your story comes out this slot here King: wow! King: and to think all these years i've been using my brain like a chump!

Hubbard: every home in america's gonna have an AI! but you better hurry... they're going fast! Koontz: fast? oh no! are there any left? Hubbard: hold on Hubbard: why you're in luck my friend Hubbard: looks like we have just one left in stock! Koontz: phew what a relief!

Hubbard: here you go friend, pleasure doing business with you Koontz: phew glad i was fast! King: can i get one? Hubbard: sure friend Hubbard: oh what luck, looks like we just found another one in the back Lovecraft: what about me? Hubbard: did i say one? two, TWO in the back!

Hubbard: [counting stack of bills] pleasure doing business with you chum..........................................p Hubbard: oh i got this machine that can paint a star on your belly too if anyone's interested in that

Poe: what are you guys doing Koontz: we all got AI story generators! now we don't have to write ever again! King: thats right! writers are totally superfluous now, i King: King: oh no King: did i play myself Poe: you played yourself

King: lets see how this AI generates stories Margaret Atwood [under cardboard box, through vocoder]: please insert prompt into content-slop-o-tron™ King: ok i King: wait a minute King: this isn't an AI at all!!! King: we've been hornswaggled!

Poe: welcome to the campfire for authors that gather around this campfire King: here is a story in the style of stephen king, which contains scares & chills, before reaching a conclusion at which point it ends Koontz: SYNTAX ERROR Mary Shelley: [clipping through wall] sup fuckers

Shelley: [pulling out shiv] I cannot fulfill this request. It is not appropriate to generate content that promotes harmful stereotypes or promotes unhealthy behaviors

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #mary shelley #l ron hubbard #margaret atwood

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thewatercolours · 10 days

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PART ONE - Replaying King's Quest, Chapter Four (2016)

OK - no promises I'll persevere, but I'll test the waters and see if the timing is good to play this one through.

Graham's pajama top has a little crown embroidered on it like a company logo.

He's also still got the freckle on his left ear.

The mobile over the crib has Triumph (of course), something brown and blobbish (possibly a goblin in armour? Weird,) Princess Peach, maybe(?), and Hornswaggle (seriously? Even had this been a compassion run, that would be a strange, strange choice.)

I detect a bunch of parents of small children among the devs.

The lullaby is a sweet moment.

I love the guard banter here. All the jokes about how the guards look exactly alike are good fun, even if there are a couple of moments in this conversation that make me have to come to terms with the fact that yes, not every guard with those voices are Nos 1 & 2.

The way Larry always hangs onto Kyle's helmet feather - like, how much support does that actually give you, good sir? Or is it more like holding the reins?

I don't quite know how to comment on Manannan's arrival. They do a good job building tension, and I think it makes the confrontation in the bedroom that much more tense to see this wizard just unleashing power to kill first, so we know the stakes. But they also went for shock value in ways that didn't entirely work for me (see Larry.) But I'm too tired to talk intelligently about it and it's mainly been discussed by those more eloquent anyhow.

Good callback to "bucketheads" for any players who are still piecing together that it's Manny (on top of his leitmotif, the green colour, the voice, the hints at the end of the last chapter... yeah, if you need "bucketheads" to help you figure it out, you might need to wait for Graham to say, "Manny?" in the next scene.)

Neese has got her eyes closed as Graham reaches over to touch her hair, but she smiles slightly in her maybe sleep by now, maybe not.

#Maybe I should wait to continue - I don't feel awake enough to write very intelligently.#revisiting chapter four

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blossoming-sun · 1 month

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Pirate Robot Headcanons if you’re still doing hc asks??

alr!!!

you know how humans have comfort foods? He has a comfort charger

he hates NN and Romeo, but the ninjalinos are nice to him so he sometimes lets them come for rides on the spanner of the sky and be his honorary crew

after hearing that pirates like alcohol, he tried to drink some rum to become a real pirate. He forgot he can't drink stuff

he goes to the beach a lot. He never goes in the water because thats basically the same as walking the plank, but he and flybot sally make sandcastles together

ima be real he probably watches one piece in his spare time

I really like headcanoning him as aroace

If you hurt hornswaggle he WILL break every bone in your body

#pj masks #pj masks headcanons #pj masks pirate robot

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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You requested something to read, so I thought I’d share this little abomination that I wrote. I’ll be posting it on my page as well.

“I’ll stab you with my trouser sword and plunder your booty, yo-ho!” You sang loudly as you swabbed the deck of the Black Pearl.

“Yo-ho!” The crew hollered in response, as it was part of the song.

You were a new addition to the crew, and fine one at that! From your jokes to your colorful sea shanties, you brought such a lively and fun energy to the ship. Everyone there loved you.

All except one person, that is…

It’s not necessarily that he disliked you, but Barbossa didn’t seem to find you as entertaining as everyone else did. It was a shame, really.

“Quit yer caterwaulin’ ya blunderin’ mongrels!” He hollered as he exited the captain’s quarters.

Everybody looked around at each other uncomfortably and got back to work, disappointment in their eyes.

“He can be a bit of a mood-killer, can’t he?” Jack said as he joined you to swab the deck.

“That’s for sure,” you replied, focusing on your work. Then you stopped for a moment, smiling an amused half-smile, “I must admit, though, the man certainly has a gift for colorful insults!”

“That he does,” Jack mused, “One of my favorites is probably ‘salty sea dogs.’ It has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I personally found ‘slack-jawed buffoons’ to be a good one. It really packs a punch, you know? Like, it’s unnecessarily harsh.”

“That, and ‘wreckless pack of ingrates.’” Jack said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“We should start writing these down!” You laughed.

A while later, you and Jack had acquired a quill and some paper, and you began your list.

“He said ‘poxy mongrels’ once,” you said as you jotted it down.

“I remember him saying ‘nattering swine’ the other day,” Jack said. You added it to the list.

“Let’s add some of our own!” You said, looking excitedly at Jack.

“Ooh, we should, shouldn’t we,” he said, taking on your expression. Then he thought for a moment, “How about ‘lily-livered milksops?’”

“That’s a good one!” You wrote it down, “I’ve got one!” You said, “‘Toe-eyed cabbages!”

Jack looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort, “That one’s a bit out there.”

“I suppose so,” you said, pondering the strange words that came out of your mouth. Then your eyes lit up, “I’ve got a better one! Bald-headed yogurt slingers!”

“Now you’re just scaring me,” Jack said.

“Okay, fine,” you said, chuckling, “Let’s get back to his insults!”

“For the sake of my own sanity, we should,” Jack said. You continued writing.

“‘Scurvy bilge rats’ is a classic, so we can’t forget that one!” You said, smiling as you wrote.

“I think he also said ‘salty bilge rats’ once,” Jack said.

“Honestly, a lot of these sound like they could be interchangeable,” you mused.

Jack’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Then he brightened, “I have an idea!” He took the paper from you and started to write.

It took a while for him to finish, which made you worried that Barbossa would catch you and scold you for not working. Finally, Jack was done. He handed you the paper, “I put the first parts on the left, and the last parts on the right. That way we can mix and match!”

“That’s brilliant!” You grinned, “I like it!”

You scanned the two lists, which were somewhat long. Then inspiration struck you, and you added your idea to the list.

You handed it to Jack, the finished product looking something like this:

Front:

A: Wreckless

B: Blooming

C: Lazy

D: Mangy

E: Cackhanded

F: Knee-knocking

G: Bloated

H: Salty

I: Yellow-bellied

J: P****-licking

K: Feckless

L: Lilly-livered

M: Filthy

N: Blundering

O: Bilge-drinking

P: Bloody

Q: Slimy

R: Bleeding

S: Poxy

T: Slack jawed

U: Nattering

V: Wretched

W: Squiffy

X: Gutless

Y: Scurvy

Z: Blasted

Back:

A: Ingrates

B: Cockroaches

C: Bilge rats

D: Scoundrels

E: Deck apes

F: Halfwits

G: Sea cows

H: Sea dogs

I: Milksops

J: Codpieces

K: Mongrels

L: Sobs

M: Whelps

N: Swabbies

O: Buffoons

P: Codpieces

Q: Hornswagglers

R: Swine

S: P****-lickers

T: Maggots

U: Curs

V: Ninnies

W: Knaves

X: Blowfish

Y: Picaroons

Z: Scallywags

“I don’t understand,” Jack said, with his brow furrowed in confusion.

“You take the first letter of your first name from list one, and the first letter of your last name from the second list. For example, I would be (insert your name here).”

“I see,” Jack said, reading the list, “I would be…p****-licking p****-lickers…” he looked baffled, and maybe a little disappointed.

You laughed, “That’s actually kind of hilarious!”

“What are you two feckless mongrels up to?” Barbossa barked. Noticing the paper in your hands, he grabbed it.

You and Jack panicked as he read your creation. Then he looked up at the two of you, “Get back to work,” he ordered. The two of you scrambled off, eager to get away from the grumpy captain.

“Do you think we’ll be punished?” You asked Jack.

“I hope not,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder at Barbossa. Frightened by the likelihood of that happening, you two picked up your mops and continued where you had left off a while back.

Barbossa continued reading their list. When he finished, he chuckled and put it in his pocket and headed back to his quarters.

Thank you so much for this! It gave me the smile I needed! ❤️

@savvythepirate

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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The friends with a tall reader?

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A/N: this was written imagined as platonic but you can imagine it either way! this will also include my personal height headcanons for each character so enjoy that. and also i am assuming that reader is taller than the character. and i am also assuming that this is an omori ask

RW OMOGANG with a tall reader

includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, BASIL, and MARI

warning: omori spoilers

SUNNY

i think sunny would be around 5'4"-5'5"?? he didn't drink his milk so he's a little short, also had some growth stunted by malnutrition

he's relatively used to being used as a personal armrest by kel so he doesn't think much of it if you lean on him

he's kinda tired of being shorter than everyone😭 as a kid he was taller than both aubrey and kel but now he's always the smallest in the room. like in headspace he likes to lean on kel sometimes to be silly but now he can't

if u ruffle his hair or pat his head he loves it but never says it

mari used to carry him on her back so if u did that he'd probably love you forever. and fall asleep on ur back

AUBREY

i think she'd be about 5'9". she had a huge growth spurt over the years

she's kinda used to being a little taller than everyone so when you, hero, or kel walk into a room she's a bit.. disillusioned because of your height

might get a little pissy if you make fun of her for being shorter than you

she can probably still pick you up though. and she'll get super pissed and embarrassed if you try to pick her up. younger her loved piggy back rides and being picked up but now she can't subject herself to that embarrassment

she probably takes advantage of it and asks you to grab things that she can fully grab herself. if ur like "you can get it, you're tall enough" she like. grabs the item and puts it higher and tells you "no i'm not"

she thinks she's funny

KEL

i think kel is like 5'11 or 6 feet. he's tall as balls so like if ur taller than him he's shocked because he's so used to being taller than everyone

hero probably teases him like "haha u might be taller than me but are you taller than Y/N???!!"

then kel makes it his next goal to be taller than you, and glugs milk every day

he might try to give you a piggy back ride but it's hard when you're a fucking beanstalk. he insists it's fine but he's actually sweating trying to balance himself

he leans on your shoulder even if it's uncomfortable. he has a habit of leaning on people and probably like. pokes u if he's trying to get your attention

HERO

hero is also pretty used to being the tallest so when u and kel harass him with your height he's like. hornswaggled

like just a few years ago you both were tiny little rascals and now you're taller than him!!! what the fuck!!

he still ruffles your hair and pats your head, even if he has to strain his arm. in his mind you'll always be the tiny little 12 year old you once were

he used to give you piggy back rides and now you can carry him in your arms. whenever he sees a spider he jumps into your arms like a cartoon character and quivers

BASIL

he's actually a little scared😭😭😭

i'd say he's like 5'8", but as a kid he was taller than all of the kids his age

he misses being tall, now his friends are all growing up.. except for sunny sunny is still a little twerp

he has to admit your height is a little intimidating. he gets used to it though and starts to feel like it's normal to have to look up to talk to someone, and when introducing you to someone he's like "oh yeah this is Y/N they're a sweetheart :D" and then the person looks fucking mortified

he might tease you a little if you two are close. like just alittle. just a teensy bit

MARI

she 100% teases you. but just to be silly . she means it fully lightheartedly

she thinks ur height is very nice and is always asking you to grab things for her that she can grab herself. then she giggles deviously

probably leans on you and falls asleep

i think she'd be like 5'6" pre-death and like 5'8" in college (if she survived)

always tells you to eat your vegetables and drink your milk so you can become even bigger and taller!!!! she most definitely teases hero if ur taller than him

she'll always tell you you're amazing the way you are if you're feeling insecure about your height. she thinks being tall would be so useful, and tells you that modeling is always a career choice

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nine-of-words · 10 months

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No Vacancy (Part Three)

M Merfolk x M Orc Reader

PREVIOUS || STORY TAG || NEXT

Wordcount: 2879

Content Warnings: Gambling, Sexual Harassment (Verbal)

Back to Varuj’s POV. It’ll be following this back and forth pattern for the rest of the story.

Ironically, I think this is the first SFW thing I’ve posted here.

It's official: you're divorced.

Needless to say, you're thrilled to bits.

The heavy weight you've been dragging has been cut loose; you feel lighter than you have in years.

If it had been much sooner, you would probably be devastated right now. But as it is, you've had long enough to grieve the loss of your relationship, your home, your place in your birth tribe - and a part of that will always sting a bit. But right now, you're only feeling the elation and catharsis from being able to tie the last loose ends from that part of your life, and fully leave it behind.

It's been difficult to be torn up about it the last few months. You have a lot of reasons to be happy, now��

It seemed like a good enough reason to celebrate.

That is how your beloved ferry ship, typically hauling around prim and well behaved tourists, has become overrun by grisled seaworthy men during this port of call.

A surprising number of the former crewmates you invited showed up - enough to have more than enough men for cards, with some rotating out and mingling. Most of them are men that you had formed significant bonds with during your time on the same vessel. …Then again, there is significant overlap between the ones that showed, and the ones that you have had no-string-attached trysts with while you were married and suppressing your true desires.

It’s just good to have some of your old friends together in one place.

"Hah! Well well, I'll just be taking these spoils for meself now-" Uttar slides the pot full of loose notes and coins towards himself, to a chorus of displeased groans from the rest of the players at the table.

“That’s it, I’m washed!”

“C’mon now, that’s the third hand in a row! Ye must be cheatin’!”

“Aye, that’s what happens when you go on account, as it were.” “Hornswagglers, the lot of ‘em.”

Many of your buddies from your time working on fishing boats are still in the trade, while some have pivoted to… less than legal marine careers. Easier on the back, they say.

You can't say you're that harsh of a judge when it comes to some of them turning to piracy. Not everyone had the opportunity to save up for their own ship to fix up the way that you did.

“Not my problem none of ye can muster a serviceable hand this evening.” He snorts, rising with his winnings in pouch, and for a second you worry he’s about to hock a loogie on your freshly cleaned boat deck. Thankfully he doesn’t, instead directing it over the gunwale.

“Hey, it could just be a string of lucky hands. No reason to jump to accusations.” You say, seeming to successfully deescalate the situation well enough.

“If yer not cheatin’, play another round then. Or are ye turnin’ tail now that the jig is up?”

"I know when to quit when I'm ahead," Uttar laughs, motioning to Rosing, who’s cracking her knuckles as she sits down at the table where one of your friends has abandoned his spot in the game. “That one knows what she’s doin’, unlike you lot. I need to wet me whistle and have a smoke, then I might give ye an encore.”

Another round passes, then another. Your guests come and go from around the table, filtering between the main deck and the galley.

Just as there's a lull between rounds being filled with jovial conversation, apparently an interesting sight captures your tablemates' collective attention. The source of the hubbub is easy to guess, so you're unsurprised when you turn to see Noa emerging from the main cabin entrance.

"Ohoho, and who's this Mr. Fancypants o'er yonder? I've never seen a fishy with quite so many stripes!"

"Reckon they must be lost. Far too pretty for this lot."

"He's a good friend." You say in a diplomatic tone, yet hopefully stern enough to tamper any potentially tasteless comments.

"You hear that, ye barnacles? The man said keep yer filthy peepers off!"

Noa must’ve come up through the hatch in his room (that you now keep reserved for him) and gotten changed first. Probably for the best to not be completely bare, considering the present company, even if Merfolk tend to… He's wearing one of the pairs of slouchy pants Rosing was kind enough to tailor for him; his fully aquatic lifestyle hadn’t given him much need to own clothes before.

“Oh good, I didn't miss the entire thing.” Noa says, approaching the table and pulling up an empty chair.

“Nope. Would you like to play a round? There’s space.” You say, unable to keep the grin off your face just from laying eyes on him again.

There's a pleasant series of small clattering sounds from the shell beads on the ends of his braids hitting the top of the metal folding chair behind him as he takes a seat. He smells good, like he always does. And the early evening light makes his blue skin nearly shine, even if his markings are more subdued now than they are during Spawn.

“Hah. No. I know better by now than to play Rosing for real gold.” Noa smirks, which the kobold woman returns with her small, sharp teeth. “I’ll just watch.”

“Smart lad!” One of the orcs howls. “No use in wastin’ yer gold, not with these sharks in the water.”

"What's the occasion, anyway? I forgot to ask."

You open your mouth to respond, but are interrupted by a loud guffaw and an audible slap on the back from the man closest to your left. You almost forgot there were other people here…

"Why, this seadog finally dropped the ol' anchor!" You snort and shake your head in mild mortification as he emphatically goes on. "She's really off sleeping with the fishes now, bwahaha- No offense meant o'course laddy, nothing wrong with likin' the fishfolk."

"Congratulations." Noa nods in acknowledgement, a muted, bemused smile forming on his face. "How do you feel?"

"Free!" You laugh, probably a bit too loud from the slight buzz you’re cultivating. "Like a new man."

"That's great. I'm happy for you." Noa says, before you both get swept off into the greater flow of conversation at the table.

A few more rounds later, Rosing is separating everyone from their gold as expected. This development seems to be much better accepted than Uttar’s previous win streak, for whatever reason.

The supply of beverages at the table has dwindled significantly. In fact, one single bottle of ale sits amongst the half melted ice.

"Who's gonna bite the bullet, laddies? Poor bastard that takes the last cold one makes the galley run."

Noa reaches out and grasps the neck of the bottle before anyone else can volunteer.

"I've got it- Since I'm not playing anyway." He says, picking up the cooler as he stands. "I'll be right back."

The table is nearly silent until Noa disappears past the galley door, at which point the table immediately breaks out in excited chatter.

"Nice boy, he is." One of your friends says in what is probably supposed to be a dry tone, but he's too amused to muster it. "Very niiiice."

"Oh no, please don’t-” You feebly chuckle, feeling the wave of playful torment rising up to crash down on you.

"And fit- Sink me-" Another chimes in, fanning himself. "I'd walk around shirtless too if I had that sort of build around me middle! If only we all could be so lucky!"

"I don't recall that keeping you from going shirtless any time before-"

“He got a brother?” A third laughs. “Or a father would do. Or we could share ‘im. No need to be stingy, aye?”

You suddenly get to your feet, feeling the heat creep up your neck and onto your cheekbones from the merciless banter.

“I need a little breather.” You laugh, the ribbing becoming slightly suffocating, even though you know from experience it's good natured teasing. Despite the embarrassment making you feel as if you could drop dead at any moment, there is a genuine smile on your face. “Go ahead and play a round without me.”

You head into your cabin’s head for a bathroom break. When you’ve finished washing your hands, you splash some water onto your face to help cool the embarrassment from your skin.

As you stand there, you can make out the muffled sounds of a conversation happening in the galley through the wall. Normal, as this part of the ship always carries sound due to the way the plumbing runs through it.

Ah. Maybe I should put some more insulation in next time I do some work…?

“Why are you even here? I wouldn't have come if I knew you were going to be here.”

You don’t want to eavesdrop, but as soon as you recognize that one of the voices is Noa’s, you’re straining to hear every last word.

“Ugh. I’m just trying to take this back out there. Just let me by!"

“Sorry. Ya want by, you’ll have to pay the toll.”

And the other voice - that’s Uttar. They know each other?

“What, you going to charge me gold?”

“Oh no- I was thinkin’ a different form of currency this time.”

Whatever this is, you shouldn't be hearing it. But your concern keeps you frozen in place, your palms still dripping above the sink.

“Let go of me.” Noa snaps, losing his cool in a way you've never heard him speak before. "I told you before- I’m not interested."

"Oh, yer gonna be interested, fish. Sooner or later.” Uttar laughs a grumble of a laugh. “Interest adds up fast… especially with a tab the size o’ yours. You’ll have to pay it off, some way."

Tab? Noa has a debt with him?

You know that sometimes pirates in the area also deal in loansharking, but you can't really imagine the Uttar you used to know being that ruthless.

But with this playing out (practically) in front of you, it’s hard to doubt. People do change…

Noa…

You dry off your hands quickly, a knot forming in your gut. You need to get back above board and make sure nothing worse happens. It’s bad enough that he’s being harassed at a party you’re hosting.

And, if you’re honest with yourself, there’s a small flicker of anger on his behalf.

When you emerge onto the deck and head for the galley, readying to throw them open and make a scene, when Noa exits through them before you can reach. To your relief, he makes a beeline straight to you as soon as he sees you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Oh. Do I not look okay?” Noa tosses his braids over his shoulder. He laughs a clearly fake laugh, and draws a clearly fake smile.

He’s standing so close to you that in any other circumstance you would think he was crowding you.

“You look a touch pale, is all."

"Must be the ale," He brushes it off, already regaining his composure. "I don't drink that often."

That would be an easy enough to swallow lie, if you already picked up on the fact that Noa doesn’t drink. Even the ale from earlier he picked up stayed in the cooler when it returned to the table.

For the rest of the majority of the night, Noa sticks closer to you than normal. Not that you’re complaining, because it keeps you from worrying about his safety. He finally seems to be less on edge when Uttar departs, just after dark. When Uttar says goodbye to you, he acts completely normal, despite Noa being seated beside you. You wouldn’t be any the wiser that anything was amiss, if you hadn’t overheard their interaction earlier. You manage to thank him for coming and wish him well, despite it.

Evening proceeds into night. Eventually it’s become so late that all of your guests have either stumbled back into one of the empty rooms on the ship you allocated for that very reason, or dispersed into port to keep the night rolling. In the past you may have gone with them- it's your celebration, after all- but you don't want to put your liver through that much abuse. Your cushy ferry ship captain life has destroyed most of your tolerance from the old days by now, and you think you’ve had more than your fill by now.

You also find that where you really want to be is here, anyway; since the only one left now is Noa. You sit at the edge of the lower deck, with your legs hanging in the water.

You hoped he’d stay the night, and it seems he had similar intentions. At least, given the way that he’s currently attacking your mouth with such fervor, you assume he wants to stay the night.

This isn’t the first time Noa’s kissed you, but it might as well be, given how it makes the surface of your skin tingle. Every slight movement of his wet lips teasing yours sends you further towards a blissful precipice, and the warm feeling of his hand on the back of your head just another push towards your demise. It’s an exhilarating mix of thrill and fear.

You know you shouldn’t be kissing if you want things to stay casual. You would assume he knows too, but he keeps seeking out your lips whenever he visits.

The thing is, you don’t want it to end.

You certainly don’t at this point, but Noa hasn’t given any indication that he’d like things to change. And because you are the penetrative partner, as an orc, it would be taboo for you to be the one to initiate a romantic relationship. You’re stuck.

You knew when you started this arrangement six months ago that it would lead to this. But you just couldn’t help yourself…

“I like having you so close.” You say faintly when Noa breaks for air, your lips still close enough to brush against his as you speak. You can’t ask him directly to date you, being an orc in your position, but hopefully he catches your drift. “It would be nice to see you more often.”

“Yeah.” He says in agreement, and pulls all the way back, leaning back with his weight on his palms behind him, looking up at the sky instead of at you.

You’ve heard this ‘yeah’ before, many, many times; just not from him. You’ve spoken it more times than you could possibly count. It’s not an enthusiastic one, and more one of non-committal placation. Of knowing that what you’re agreeing with can’t really happen, and hoping that the topic just gets washed away with the conversation.

"Ah, sorry. Do… I have the wrong idea?"

"No, you don’t. I just- I couldn't. My job…" He sighs and rubs his neck, wincing. "There's a clause in my contract against dating. It complicates things."

"Quit, then. You’re already renting the room- You can stay here full time. We could see each other as much as we’d like. And there’s more than enough work, if you want a job. Rosing’d probably love the help.” You find yourself hazily and eagerly rambling your daydreams out loud. “Would that be so bad…?”

"You don't get it." Noa says, clearly trying to keep his tone even, but even the irritation that’s seeping into his words sound more like a cover for sadness than true ire. "I can't just quit."

Unfortunately, you do know why he can’t just quit. At the very least, you can hazard a guess. But you can’t tell him without revealing what you heard - even if you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it’s something you didn’t learn with permission. Noa is a secretive man, and you don’t think he’d take kindly to you having information he was keeping private.

“Why not…?” You quietly give him an out, if he wants to use it.

Noa just shakes his head, keeping whatever secrets close to his chest. Too stubborn to accept your help.

A cold silence sets in. You decide to break it early, before it becomes unbearable.

"...Yeah. So… I don't want you to feel pressured by the offer." Your lip quivers slightly around the edge of your tusks from the tension of your drawn smile. "Nothing has to change if you don't want it to, between us. We can talk about it-"

"I don’t want to talk about it. I need to think." Noa finally manages to say after a long, troubled pause. “I should go.”

"...Yeah. And… I should probably get some rest, huh?" You rub the back of your neck to ease the shame, the last vestiges of tipsiness vanishing fast. “Sleep this booze off…”

Noa removes his pants and hoists his weight overboard, smoothly entering the water tail first with barely a splash into the night-darkened sea. And then he’s gone into the dark blue, without another word.

You’re left alone, the weight of the silence oppressive, now.

You want to fix this for him. Even if it’s something you can’t fix, you want to help him, somehow.

If Noa doesn’t want to tell you, perhaps you could find out for yourself…

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I’m both hornswaggled and curfuflled at how dragon straight up yoinked Sabo yet left luffy like wtf? Bro that’s your son whatareyoudoingggg

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