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skywerse · 8 months
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SPACE PIRATES SPACE PIRATES!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!
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after going through 3 different stages of insanity while writing the last chapter, I wanted to doodle the sillies and that one guy I want to put in a blender :3
last chapter is up, bon appetit fellas
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spacecadettt · 7 months
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thinking about gillion insisting that he's sick because his stomach is churning and his skin feels feverish. he still fights through the illness, because of course he has to in order to protect his crew, but it's hard to fight against his knees nearly buckling under him and his heart beating out of his chest at times. this virus has been persistent and it's starting to worsen daily.
the next time they meet the grandberry pirates, he goes to Caspian for help while Jay stocks up with Earl and Chip takes Ollie to see the town. tells him all of the symptoms, how it's affecting his ability to protect his crew, and how suddenly... he no longer feels sick at the moment. curious.
strange as it seems for all the symptoms to have alleviated themselves, Caspian still examines Gill. goes over his fever (he does feel warm to the touch), his stomach problems (maybe an allergy? food poisoning? but he's not vomiting...), the weakness in his muscles (atrophy couldn't possibly be on the table), and the heart palpitations (gillion certainly has the most healthy heart he's ever heard). he comes to a more obvious conclusion.
"Gillion... I think you may be in love."
the revelation completely blindsides him. Gillion Tidestrider, Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep... in love? not possible! but with Caspian's gentle insistence, he comes to realize that it must be the truth. there are no other ailments that it could be, Caspian would never lie to him, and he seems to know a lot on the subject. and he's in love!
"so who is the lucky lady?" Caspian asks as Gillion hops off the exam table.
"it must be Jay, she's the only woman on my ship! i must be off, to confess my love for my co-captain-"
"it doesn't sound like it's Jay," Caspian interrupts, grabbing Gill by the shoulder.
"well, then who could it be?" he's completely stunlocked by his thoughts. Jay is the only person it could be, he thinks.
"you know, it doesn't have to be a woman that you are in love with," Caspian explains. "it could be anyone. man, woman, or someone in between."
"like Queen?" Gillion asks.
"well, do you feel these things when you think of Queen?" Caspian asks in response.
after a moment of thought, he knows it couldn't be. of course he cares about Queen, and this illness that he's been feeling seems to actually be considered a positive thing, but it's not them. Gill shakes his head.
"then it's not them either."
they walk down the dock and into the town together, Gillion still lost in thought and not paying attention until he glances up to see Chip and Ollie walking out of a pastry shop.
young Ollie is raised up over Chip's shoulder, laughing wildly with one pastry in his mouth, and what seems to be a bag full of them in his hand. they smile at each other, but Gill can't help but stare at Chip, who is beaming up at the child on his shoulder. their smiles could brighten up any darkness in the world.
and then all those feelings come rushing back. the guppies in his stomach. the feverish sensation. the weak knees. the heart palpitations.
but there are new ones as well. his mouth gets uncomfortably dry. his palms are moister than usual with sweat. his features soften in a way that is unnatural to the fish man.
he swallows hard and nudges Caspian, not daring to break his gaze at his newfound love.
"i... i think it may be Chip..."
as he starts to walk over to them, Caspian hangs behind and pulls out his callnch shell.
"Jay? yeah, he finally figured out... mhm... yes, you still owe me ten platinum, deal's a deal."
he closes the shell and follows behind Gillion.
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cardiganjam · 14 days
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i wrote a fucking fanfiction. or fucking whatever. idk. so uh, ghostknife huh? [kicks a rock and it hits a wall and bounces off it directly onto my head and i die]
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tincanton · 4 months
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Good evening jrwiblr, i am making. A FIC (maybe) [hold for applause]
tangled au look look LOOK [shoving it in your face]
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just a little tidbit LOOK JRWI JRWI RJWI RARRARRARHGRHAG
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arandompigeon5 · 18 days
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Prologue and chapter one of my fic are up now!!!!!
Been working really hard on this and in my opinion it’s not too bad so I’d appreciate if you checked it out :))))))
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plantboiart · 8 days
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The coming out oneshot! Is finally done! Whoo!!! God this took me so long, please make sure to read the warnings in the beginning notes!!
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sodaquail · 1 month
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im writing a scene in my fic and having THOUGHTS. chip and jay in the worst argument of their time together, using anything and everything they can find to hurt eachother and prove their points - insults, body language, past failures - and. and yet.
the point jay is trying to make in this scene directly references the black rose. as in, they are the only proof she has other than a passage from a textbook and a few other scrapped together things.
do you understand how easy it would be for Jay to weaponize this? to turn it against him like she does every other little thing she finds - another piece of ammunition - as they fucking destroy eachother? So easy. SO EASY. exhibit a)
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he is expecting it. he is dreading it. exhibit b)
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she doesn't. They were screaming five seconds ago, but she stops. She speaks softly and doesn't weaponize them any more than she needs to in order to prove her point. and when she does talk, it's gentle. it's not USING them to hurt him, it's using the facts to prove a point. Jay and Chip BOTH KNOW that even when they are tearing eachother open, there are some things you don't touch. They dig into every insecurity, every flaw, every insult they can think of, but not the Black Rose. never the black rose.
and im fucking normal about that. i promise.
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xaeyrnofnbe · 1 month
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been working on this for a while, hope y'all like it ¦]
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himbobathwater · 7 months
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is it just me or has there been a sudden uptick in fnc fics on ao3 since episode 109?? this is amazing, i've read some amazing stuff that was posted in the past week *alone*. there's some fucking beautiful angst and body horror there now as well like where did all this come from????
god i hope this lasts, im having the best time rn
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starboy-acer · 25 days
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"outlaw, traitor, exile" (chapter one)
(this is longer than most because this is a full fic on ao3!! please go check it out there if you prefer to read there! but if you prefer to read here and want to keep track of the chapters, follow the outlaw traitor exile tag!)
Captain Black was infamous on the seas of Mana. He was one of the newest and youngest Pirate Lords and everyone knew of his name. They knew his ship and the black sails that cast a shadow over any ship that he approached. They didn't know his face. They didn't know his real name. All the people of Mana knew were his title and the fear that he struck into their hearts.
Admiral Jay Ferin, daughter of the revered Jayson Ferin, was known by everyone in the oversea. She was known to be a lot more empathetic than her family. She cared for people. She didn't want to be feared. All she wanted was to make a change in the world. After getting reprimanded for the millionth time by her father for showing empathy for "criminals" who were just fighting for their freedom, she was sent to the sea and tasked with hunting down Captain Black.
Gillion Tidestrider, "Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep", was exiled from the only place he knew. Since then, he's done nothing but get in trouble with not only the navy but pirates too. One night, he stumbles onto a large ship after escaping a fleet of Navy ships. Only to be met by Captain Black's shadowed face and his glowing smile.
"What do we have here?"
Captain Chip Black paces around the short blue man who washed up on his ship, his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. His long red coat dragged behind him and his matching hat tipped down at the perfect angle to cover his eyes. Gillion glanced at his hand on his sword, then at his lack of a shirt. His eyes traced over the flame-like tattoos across his chest as they swirled and spiraled. In the dark, it almost looked like they moved. Maybe they did, Gillion couldn't tell.
"Hello there! I am Gillion Tidestrider! Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep. Sorry about the... intrusion. I'm just passing through. You know how it is." Gillion rambled on. Usually, when he jumped on a ship, he was attacked right away by either the Navy or pirates. The fact that this man was simply circling him like a shark scared him a little.
The man chuckled slightly. He stopped in front of Gillion. "I know who you are." He said with darkness in his tone. His voice was like shadows; it was dark, slow, and seemed to creep up on you and send shivers down your back.
"Oh?" Gillion questioned and laughed nervously. "Well, I don't know who you are. I am curious about how you know me but I guess that being a Champion gets you that kind of recognition!"
Suddenly, Gillion was pinned to the ground with a sword to his throat. He had no idea how or when this happened. Chip had managed to, without a sound and as quick as lightning, push the heavily armored triton to the ground. Chip knew who Gillion was. He knew what Gillion had been up to since he had been exiled. He knew that Gillion had somehow sunk plenty of ships of pirates that he knew and plenty of ships that he was seeking out. Gillion had somehow caused a rift in some of Chip's plans against the Navy. However, Gillion had absolutely zero clue that he had caused as much destruction as he had. He just thought it was bad luck that the ships kept sinking after he showed up and was attacked by them. 
"You're the damn fish that's been sinking ships all over Mana." Chip's hat had fallen off in the altercation and now Gillion could see his full face. Gillion could now see his stubble that framed his mouth with shockingly white teeth along with his brown eyes that were now scowling at him. "Do you even know what you've done? All the plans that went to shit because of you? All the pirates that I recruited to my cause that lost their ships because of you?"
Gillion just stared at him, his eyes wide. "Uh. No. No, I didn't. Wait, what cause? Who are you?" Gillion was always moist, but now he felt like he was sweating. He had absolutely no clue how that worked, but it did. Chip looked at him in shock. Was this guy really that stupid? He had no clue what he had done. Was he lying? Did this fish not recognize Chip's ship or his sails? Chip leans up, still straddling Gillion so that he couldn't stand up. His arms drop to his sides and he squints at the fish man under him while a million questions run through his mind. Gillion just laid there like a rock. He, for once, had nothing to say. He didn't know what was going on.
"You really have no clue, do ya?"
Gillion nods and slightly shrugs as he replies, "I have no clue like most of the time." Chip scoffs to hide a laugh. Deciding that Gillion wasn't a threat, he stands. Chip puts his hat back on, but places it high enough where his face can be shown. Gillion stands up and brushes himself off.
Chip puts his sword away and crosses his arms, his entire figure lit up by the moon. Gillion took note of the swirling tattoos on his arms. They were definitely moving, no doubt about it. Chip noticed that Gillion was staring, hard. Chip walked up to Gillion and leaned down to look in his eyes. A light pink spread across the triton's face as he felt Chip's breath in his face. "What're ya starin' at?" Chip smiled.
"Your tattoos. They look like they're moving." Gillion stated as he took a step back. Chip looked down at the tattoos that flowed like water but were the color of fire. "Yeah, they're movin'."
"How?"
"You have an awful lot of questions."
"Yes. Now answer them."
"And if I don't?"
Gillion's jaw dropped and he looked in disbelief. This man was really testing his patience. "I, Gillion Tidestrider, will sink your ship!" He decided to declare.
Chip's eyebrow raised and he looked Gillion up and down. This was a 5'8 fish against a 5'10 pirate lord. Chip could not picture a timeline where Gillion would win this fight, and because of this, he did one of the stupidest things he had done thus far.
"Fight me then. The loser has to answer all the questions that the winner has." Chip smirked and Gillion's eyes lit up. If there was one thing that he was good at, it was battle. Gillion picked up his sword from the ground and then took off the glass bowl that he had at his side and set it to the side. "Pretzel, stay right there and watch, okay?"
"Pretzel?" Chip questioned while stretching.
"Win and I'll tell you who she is." Gillion took his battle stance.
Battered and bruised, Gillion stood over Chip. He pushed Chip's chin with the tip of his sword so that Chip was looking up at him. Gillion's lips turned up in a smile. "Still got it." He said triumphantly. He then pointed over to the glass bowl with the pink frogtopus spinning around and chirping happily. "That's Pretzel. My best friend and companion!" Gillion picks her up with his free hand and she squirms to rest on his shoulder.
Chip scoffed and pushed the sword out of his face. He stood up and brushed off the back of his coat. "I thought the loser answered the questions."
"Yes, that was the deal. I was just being nice." The fish man smiled and sheathed his sword. He was all bloodied and was breathing heavily, but he still kept a naturally positive aura about him. All Chip could think about was how useful this man would be as a part of his crew. He's strong and he's positive enough to boost morale on low days. It wasn't often that Chip got beat on his ship, but that fish somehow did it. That fish man, Gillion Tidestrider, beat Captain Black on his own ship and is still smiling. Frankly, Chip was amazed. He refused to show it, however, as he stood and adjusted his clothing. He gestured over to the starboard side of the deck where a square crate sat. Chip sat down on one side of it and Gillion sat on the other. Chip opened up the crate, pulled a dark green bottle out of it, and uncorked it as he took a swig. He closed the crate and set the bottle on top of it as it acted as a table between them.
"So, fish guy, what do ya wanna know?" Chip asked as he took another swig of the bottle. He offered it to Gillion, but he refused and looked up at the sky, pondering his questions.
"What is your name?"
Chip looked over at Gillion. He was almost baffled before he remembered earlier when Gillion very clearly had no clue who he was. "I'm Captain Black. My real name's Chip."
"Captain Black?" Gillion questioned. He had heard the name before, but he can't seem to remember where he heard it from (failed history check, obviously). Chip shook his head and chuckled quietly. It was almost refreshing to meet someone who had no clue who he was, but he found it funny nonetheless.
"Captain Chip Black. The lone survivor of the tragedy that struck the Black Rose pirates 'round a decade ago. Ring any bells?" Chip looked over at Gillion, still confused. "Youngest pirate lord in Mana at only nineteen years old? Seriously, that doesn't set off any alarms in your undersea mind?"
Gillion thought about it as hard as he possibly could. He looked to Pretzel and she chirped something at him that Chip couldn't understand. "You're right, Pretzel! That's where I heard that name last!" Gillion looked back over and Chip. "I've only heard your name on some of the ships we've come across. The last time I heard it was on a big Navy ship!"
Chip coughed as he fully turned his body to Gillion. "A big Navy ship? Please, do tell!"
"This big guy I had seen in the undersea right before my ex- I mean, before I left for my adventure! Yeah, that's what I mean. Anyway, big guy with orange hair and some other lady I had never seen before, also orange hair, were talking about you. Big guy seemed pretty angry at her. All I heard was 'YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE BLACK'S HEAD ON A STICK WITH YOU!'" Gillion stood and deepened his voice to imitate the voice of the man he was discussing. "But then these guys came up to us and tried to capture us, but Gillion Tidestrider refuses to be a prisoner! You can't imprison the champion of the undersea, after all. We managed to get off that ship before the big guy saw us. Few days later, we end up here!"
Chip's jaw seemed like it had hit the deck by the time Gillion had sat back down. Before he could come to any conclusions on who those people were, Chip had to ask some follow-up questions. "Wait, these orange-haired people, did you catch their names? Ranks? Last names? Any information about them?"
"I thought I was supposed to be asking the questions!"
"LISTEN, MAN," Chip yelled, maybe a bit too loudly. He collected himself and took a deep breath. "You can ask more questions in a second, but this is important. I need you to answer me. Do you have any information on who those people were?"
Gillion thought back to his surroundings on the ship. He remembered seeing a plaque beside the door to the room those people were in, but he was having a hard time remembering what it said. "There was a plaque next to the door. It said... Ad- Admiral? Admiral something..." Pretzel chirped up and then flapped her tentacles like wings. Chip didn't understand what she said, but he definitely knew what those motions were. His face went cold. "Ah, that's right! Admiral Ferin! And there was a bird engraved under it. The big guy also had a pin with this bird on it. Good eye, Pretzel!" Gillion stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of fish to feed to Pretzel.
"Oh. My. God." Chip stood up and laughed as he ran his hand through his hair. Gillion felt his face slightly heat up at the sight of it, but he shook it off. "Hah! Admiral Ferin! THE Ferins are sending someone after ME!" Chip turned and crouched down to Gillion and squeezed his face. "You gorgeous fish, you! You just gave me SO MUCH information." 
Chip stood upright again. To other pirates, having the legendary Ferins after you might seem scary. To Captain Black, it was nothing but good news. He's spent the past ten years trying to be the best pirate in Mana. He's been working his hardest to live up to the hype that came with the Black Rose pirates. He wanted nothing more than to make the late Arlin James, his mentor and almost-father figure, proud. Chip wanted to be not only a legendary pirate but a helpful one. His infamy comes from the liberation he's spread along his way. He's freed hundreds of people and handfuls of towns from the grasp of the Navy as they've encroached on neutral- and even outlaw- land lately. He saw the beginnings of tyranny bloom and decided to try and stomp it out before it bore fruit. Having the Ferins say his name, to have the Ferins hunt him down? That was his opportunity. This only proved to him that what he was doing was right. This proved to him that he was on the right path.
"I'm a little lost here," Gillion spoke up, snapping Chip out of his trance. "What is happening?"
"Gillion Tidestrider, do I have a story for you!" Chip smiled as he looked back over to Gillion. His smile then fell as he looked out to the dark horizon. "Oh, fuck."
Gillion stood up and looked in the same direction with a quizzical look on his face. "What? What do you see?"
Chip then quickly put his hat back on and rushed to the door to the below-deck cabins to gather his small crew of ex-Navy turned to his cause. "JOHN, GET THE CREW AND GET UP." Gillion could hear some mumbling before Chip started yelling again "IF THIS IS WHAT I THINK IT IS, THEN WE NEED TO BE READY TO EITHER FIGHT OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."
"Chip, what can I do? What is happening?" Gillion asked with his hand on his sword as about five men came out from below deck. The first of them was a big, burly man with a tattered Navy uniform and what seemed to be tribal tattoos across his arms. The man looked at Gillion and then at Chip.
"Who is this, Captain?" He asked, his voice deep and gruff.
Chip looks at Gillion and back at the man then back at Gillion. "Gillion Tidestrider, meet my first mate, Marshall John. He's ex-Navy, lookin' to make a change in the world. John, this is Gillion. He washed up on the ship and beat my ass in a one-on-one then told me about how the Ferins are after me now, so he's stuck with us for now. Now, John, get the crew ready." Chip pulled out a spyglass and looked out to the distance as he spoke. "It looks like she's alone, so we're not gonna run just yet, but be ready to hoist the sails as soon as I say the word."
Marshall John nods and runs to direct the rest of the crew as Chip walks to the edge of the starboard. Gillion follows. "What is going on?! I'm so lost."
"Gillion," Chip gestures for Gillion to stand beside him and hands him the spyglass before pointing out in the distance. Gillion holds the spyglass up to his eye and Chip moves it to where he's pointing. "See that ship? Does that look familiar to you?"
Gillion took a second to look over the ship before spotting the Jolly Roger that was flying high. It was none other than the Navy's flag. He then caught a glimpse of orange before Chip took the spyglass from him. "Navy ships."
"Bingo." Chip just stared out at the ship as it got closer.
As it got closer, Gillion could clearly spot more orange. Then, he saw a face. Then, a shiver ran down his spine as bright blue eyes pierced his soul, even though they weren't looking at him directly. He looked at Chip, who had a cocky, bright smile across his face.
"Gillion Tidestrider, you're about to meet my very best friend," Chip said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
"And who would that be?" Gillion asked, still clueless as to who this was.
"None other than the youngest Navy admiral and youngest of the most ruthless Navy lineage." He waved as the only other crew member on the Navy ship put down the anchor as the ship was now within range of Chip's. He cupped his hands around his mouth to project his voice farther.
"Jay Ferin! Good to see you, sureshot!"
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skywerse · 10 months
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PIRATES IN SPACE WHAT WILL THEY DOOOO??
If you don't know—I'm working on a cool riptide sci-fi fic that is ongoing and is currently sitting at 22k words :smile:
YES, it's fnc...
YES, pistolwhip have some kind of situationship goin on...
Here's the summary:
"In the vast expanse of Mana, a champion searches for his sister, an outcast haunted by loss seeks solace, and a rebellious soldier yearns to expose hidden secrets. With each step, they challenge the boundaries of fate, driven by an unyielding desire to unveil the truth that lies beyond."
Sounds interesting, but you're not convinced? Here, have a few excerpts:
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OOOH??? Now you wanna read the fic? Here's the link, just make sure to read the TWs and beware that when I put angst in my tags I MEAN IT...
(And I AM working on that last chapter, it's just—y'know... The unspeakable horrors I have to write? Yeah,,, need to consult my demons on that one)(they're taking their sweet time)(let the boys cook)
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spacecadettt · 6 months
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so i was going through the entirety of prime defenders again and bizly had asked the boys what kind of music their characters would listen to, and condi (unless I'm misreading it) basically said that vyncent wouldn't really have an opinion on the music of prime, and that got me thinking 🤔
i imagine in the early days, the boys having the music talk, about what they like and shit as a means to try to get closer. and when vynce says that he doesn't listen to music??? dakota and william are baffled. astounded. blindsighted, even. william had at least assumed that vyncent would bring up the music of his home world, but he just,,, didnt.
"you really just have those headphones to cover your elf ears at school?" dakota asks.
"you mean my earmuffs?" vyncent responds. "i didn't know they did anything other than cover your ears."
so the other two make it their mission to find the music that vyncent likes. subtly playing songs that they like in their rooms, just loud enough to be heard through the paper thin walls of the base. when they're in the car together, they take note of which songs he smiles at and bobs his head to, and they add it to the playlist that they're trying to make for him. they send him links of specific ones, and if he responds positively to it, they add those too.
eventually, this culminates into dakota and william exploring new genres in an effort to find vyncent's vibe. william starts finding more singer-songwriter and stripped back music he likes, and dakota finds out that he really vibes with dubstep and DNB.
after weeks of research and carefully gauging vyncent's reactions, dakota and william end up presenting the playlist they specifically curated for him, but it seems to be more of a mix of all of their tastes than any of them anticipated.
"should we show him now?" dakota asks william as they finish with the final songs.
"yeah, now's as good a time as any," he responds, looking down at his phone. the words prime defenders chaos are lit up on the screen, followed by an extensive tracklist.
they both walk up to vyncent's door and william knocks. after two seconds with no reply, dakota knocks again, a little too loud and a little too fast. he's clearly excited.
vyncent opens up to see his two friends looking at him suspiciously and quirks up an eyebrow. "uh, hello? wha-"
"we have something for you!" dakota interjects, practically bouncing as he waves his arms in front of him.
"yeah, we made something for you," william smiles, and vyncent waves them in.
they all sit on vyncent's bed, and william reaches to put a pair of headphones over vyncent's ears. he reels back and puts a hand up.
"just trust me," william assures.
the headphones go on and william presses play, and a familiar intro fills vyncent's ears. he smiles broadly at his friends.
"I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE," he shouts, not realizing that the other two can hear him just fine. they just laugh as vyncent starts to tap his foot and move his hands in time with the song.
they all end up just starting a listening party, laying down across vyncent's bed, all with their earbuds in and listening to the same playlist. no words could be spoken to express how much vyncent loved the gesture. the silly grin that wouldn't leave his face was confirmation enough to dakota and william that he was in heaven right now. his eyes close as he wiggles to the rhythms, holding his hands up to cup around the speakers of his headphones.
dakota nudges william, who opens his eyes to look at him. the redhead simply raises his fist and bumps it with his friend.
"mission accomplished," dakota mouths to william. the ghost boy simply nods as another song starts.
"OHMYGOD I REMEMBER THIS ONE TOO," vynce shouts as he shoots up, looking over to his friends.
seeing their warm expressions, he tackles them both into the bed in a big group hug. "THANK YOU SO MUCH."
thank the gods it was muffled by the blankets and their earpieces, or dakota and william would go deaf.
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justa-moth · 6 days
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JRWI EXCHANGE TIME !!!!
HAPPY @jrwi-art-exchange TO @starsinoursystem !!!!! FOX CHIP FESTIVITIES FOR THE FOX CHIP GUY !!!!
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tincanton · 3 months
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Ehem so that tangled au sure is jrwi isn't it.
lmao idk how to introduce a topic I'm obsessed with. is it obvious? WELL ANYWAYS i watched tangled with my sister over the week in a DEFINITELY LEGAL WAY and it gave me a bunch of ideas for the fic so I'm pretty happy :]
yes. gillion WILL have magic glowing hair. its part of the source material I gotta man.
NO IM SORRY HE WILL NOT HAVE LONG LOVELY FLOWING LOCKS OF GREEN HAIR IF I THINK ABOUT IT TOO MUCH IT STARTS LOOKING LIKE HES CARRYING MASS AMOUNT OF SEAWEED AND KELP ON HIS HEAD I CANT HANDLE THAT OBSERVATION. he just has like. shoulder length hair like his latest design because. idk tritons hair grows slower BARE WITH ME PLEASE (I CANT TAKE THE FOREVER SEAWEED HAIR)
but just having a bit of trouble writing up gill's part cause I was so caught up in Chip being such a sad wet cat. also school kicking my ass. but i am working on it :>
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unfortunatelyem · 2 months
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pssst. hey, you. (slides a riptide fic over to you with a heavy metal scraping sound) check this out.
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plantboiart · 23 days
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God I love writing Kian comforting one of the other two and helping them through their struggles while knowing that bitch is going through about 10 levels of hell at the same time.
Just “Take care of yourself :) You matter to me <3 Don’t let your mental illness convince you that you’re undeserving of love and care” while his own inner monologue in the scene would be entirely ‘Why did I even go to therapy if I can’t fix my friends’ problems for them this is why my parents didn’t love me.’
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