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DCxDP Fic Idea: Online Siren

Danny makes a mistake. Or maybe he struck gold. Depending on the perspective you were looking through.

It starts one night when Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz get together for a private party on Tucker's birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Foley had let them have the whole house to themselves on the agreement that it would only be the four of them. They would be keeping an eye on the security camera and motion detectors around the property. At the slightest hints of Tucker having a house party, the pair would return from Mr. Foley's sister's house to shut it down.

The group of teenagers were more than happy not to invite anyone. It's not like anyone would show- at least not with good intentions. They had an entire night plan- coffee drinks based on their types, video games, boardgames ones, painting hour, karaoke, movies, and cake after presents.

They all pitched in for pizza, and Sam offered to buy everyone breakfast in the morning. The party started at four and would end at ten the following morning. The boys would sleep in Tucker's room while Sam and Jazz crashed in the guest room together.

Danny hadn't had that much fun in such a long time that he didn't even shy away from Sam's video camera while singing. The youngest Fenton has always had a fantastic singing voice, but his stage fright has stopped him from showing off his skill in front of anyone who was not close friends or family.

The following morning, while eating at Tucker's favorite breakfast restaurant, Sam checked her phone after noticing all the buzzing. Danny could catch her face turning pastly white at whatever was on her screen. She taps aggressively, nearly frantically, which gains the attention of Tucker and Jazz.

"Sam? Everything good?" Jazz asks gentely.

"I..no..I'm sorry, Danny," She whispers after staring hopelessly at her screen. "I meant to save it in our private share, not...the anonymous one."

"What?"

"I...post poetry anonymously on this voice website. It's audio recordings only." She explains, placing the phone on the table. Her voice is hesitant. "Last night....I accidentally posted the video of you singing from the Karaoke machine I saved. The one from the Realms. And some of my followers saved it and shared it. It's trending."

Danny feels his stomach drop into his legs. "What?"

"No one knows who you are!" Sam blurts as Tucker quickly pulls out his own phone. A few seconds later, Danny's voice blares out of his speaker, the melody blending well with his singing. The Karaoke has a recording option that deletes background noise, making it far more professional than four teenagers dancing around the Foley's coffee table.

"Dude, this sounds amazing," Tucker says after a moment. "I can't believe I finally have a recording of your singing. Just look at these comments!"

The song is an open domain in the Infinite Realms, telling the tell of the first King's fall. It's rather popular for its revolutionary themes and near musical lyrics that blended with the rapid flute melody, so finding a ghost willing to share a Karaoke version took nearly no effort. People online think Danny was the songwriter.

The song on Sam's page had ninty-thousand listens, with just as many downloads- each download places ten cents in her account. So far, Danny's singing has made nine thousand dollars. It's only been twelve hours!

It got so much traction because Damian Wayne had made an edit with a popular anime and posted it on his personal account. His small usage had exploded Danny's song in only a few hours.

"Take it down!" Danny hisses, slapping a hand over Tucker's screen and glancing at nearby tables. "Sam, please take your post down."

"I did! I swear! But it's too late to stop it from spreading on the WorldClip." She tells him, and Danny's heart feels like it will explode until Jazz gently speaks up.

"Sam, can Danny have those nine grand?"

His best friend blinks momently, thrown by the question before she nods, "Of course! It's his money."

"Hmm." Jazz taps her fingers under her chin before turning Danny's face towards her. It's not until her gentle pats on his back that he realizes he is hyperventilating. "You should post more on that anonymous website. Sam can write the songs, Tucker can make the music, and you can sing."

"What!?" He choked, shocked she would even ask him. Tucker and Sam are eyeing them with wide eyes, frozen in their seats. No one knew where the fear had come from, but the two knew how badly Danny reacted to the idea of performing.

Tucker first met Danny when the boy panicked in the music room. After it was announced, the students would be singing Twinkle Little Star in the first grade. It was the first time Tucker had ever called nine-one-one, too.

He was praised as a hero, while Danny was scolded for overreacting. Tucker had held his hand until the sobbing boy's parents came to pick him up and has never left his side since.

"Danny, this fear has always left you in shambles. I think it would help you. This could be a form of exposal therapy," She says, then shrugs her shoulder. "Think about it. No one will know who you are, but your music could reach thousands without you ever having to show your face. You could pay for the college you wanted to go to in Gotham this way. All of you."

Neither Danny's nor Tucker's parents could afford to send them to Gotham University despite it being their dream school. Sam's parents refused to pay for a "useless" degree such as Botany. They had been growing uneasy with the realization dreams were not always promised as the end of the senior year approached in only a few short months.

They would never ask it of him, but Danny could see the genuine hope tucked in their eyes as they waited for his response. He licked his lips, feeling his heart still beating a mile a minute under his rib cage.

He didn't like being this paralyzed by an irrational fear. He also really wanted to help them reach their dreams.

So Danny opens his mouth and whispers, "Only until we can get to Gotham to find jobs"

Jazz's smile is bright.

________________________________________________________

A few months later, Damian practically runs Tim over in his rush to connect to the game room's surround system. Jon is hot on his heels and has the decency to shout an apology as the pre-teens rush by.

"Hey! Watch it!" He still screams at their backs, irritated. "I could've dropped my croissant!"

"Sorry again Tim!"

"You're fat anyway, Drake!"

Tim rolls his eyes, adjusting his hold on his plate as Dick rounds the corner that the children had appeared from. "What's got them rushing?"

"Online Siren just dropped a new song." Dick laughs. "Dami is a bit of a fan."

"Online Siren?"

"That's right, you were in space for five months. Online Siren is this anonymous singer that everyone is going crazy over on the internet. He's an amazing singer, but because no one knows anything about him. Not even Babs."

Tim raises a brow. "He could be using autotune."

"Maybe, but Tim, I'm telling you. Listen to his music, and you'll find you can't stop. Siren is a fitting name."

"He can't be that good," Tim mutters, following his eldest brother into the game room, where Damian and Jon have blared the speakers to the loudest setting and dancing around.

Tim draws up short at the sight of Damian Wayne actually crying as he sings along to the lyrics, acting as if the singer was right there in front of him and he was a long-time fan.

Then, the music invades his ears, and Tim feels like he is ascending on a different plane. The smooth, near silk-like voice glinds into his chest, rattling his bones, and his knees shake when the man holds a soft, seductive "Oh" for a few seconds longer then necessary.

It sends shivers down his spine.

"What is this!? It's so good!" He screams at the dancing Dick, who laughs.

"I know, right!?"

"It's too good. I think this is a real siren." Tim continues, pressing his hands over his ears. His mind flashes back to the few months he spent with his team, running for a mind-controlling alien that had nearly trapped them in the third space sector. "Dick, we're in danger! Get around from the speakers! Mind control!"

Dick stops dancing with a sigh, muttering under his breath as Tim rushes to the control panel of the speaker system. As soon as he slams it off, Damian releases a screech of an angered cat and launches at him, demanding his music back. Jon flouts nervously on the side as the two youngest Waynes brothers roll on the ground, yelling insults and taking dirty shots.

"I wish I could enjoy things with my siblings without them ruining it." He mumbles, striding forward to break up the fight, only to scream when Tim pulls out pepper spray, yowling like a madman.

"Mind control! Mind control!"

"My EYES! "

"Drake, stop!"

"You'll never get me Siren! Never!"

".I'm going to go get Mr.Wayne!"

"Make haste, Jon! Bring my father to stop this baffoon-my eyes! Drake, you bastard!"

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Racing Hearts - Part 3

Pairing : Max Verstappen x fem! reader/ driver

max and y/n are only growing closer. they like each other. but would that be enough?

Part 1 | Part 2

it's a little long this time, i got carried away ;) your comments and support mean a lot, they motivate me to keep writing :)

Max and your unprecedented range of events were further heightened by the media. Everyone talked about you two. This wasn’t rivalry or friendship. This was something the world of Formula 1 had never witnessed before.

Instead of shying away from the media frenzy, you decided to face it head-on, braving a whirlwind of interviews, appearances, and photo shoots. 

As the interviews rolled on, the playful banter between you and Max took on a life of its own, stealing the show every time. One moment that had everyone in stitches was when an interviewer asked about your daily routine. With a sly grin, you shot Max a mischievous look before answering, "Well, it usually starts with me crushing Max at some virtual racing on our gaming consoles. He's got nothing on me when it comes to video games." 

Max playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right. I let you win, it's called being a gentleman." 

You couldn't help but laugh, "A gentleman who can't handle losing, more like it." 

From there, the conversation took off, touching on everything from your favorite travel destinations to your go-to karaoke songs. When Max couldn't resist teasing you about your high notes, you fired back, "Oh, please. You're just jealous that I can hit those notes better than you hit the apex." 

The interviews may have been hectic, but with Max by your side, you were having the time of your life. Laughter became a constant companion, with inside jokes forming during every appearance. Fans started to notice the chemistry that went beyond mere rivalry.

The whirlwind continued with a series of photoshoots, where the chemistry between you and Max translated effortlessly onto film.

A photoshoot in progress, capturing moments frozen in time. You and Max couldn’t help but turn it into a playground of laughter. The photographer took a break, and Max seized the opportunity to unleash his mischievous side. As soon as the lens turned away, he pulled faces that ranged from exaggerated expressions of surprise to comically pouting lips. Your attempts to keep a straight face fail miserably, and you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Max, seriously, can you tone it down for a moment?" you plead through giggles.

He feigns innocence, "What? I'm just adding a touch of drama."

The photographer returns, oblivious to Max's brief stint as a comedic actor. However, you can't hold back your laughter, and the moment is captured on film - a snapshot of the behind-the-scenes hilarity.

As you both reviewed the photos later, there was a shared sense of satisfaction – not just from the stunning images but from the genuine joy that radiated through each frame. The glossy images weren't just snapshots of professional racers; they were windows into something that had blossomed amidst the high-stakes world of Formula 1.

The marketing machine wasn't satisfied with just interviews and photoshoots; soon, Red Bull Racing suggested a joint podcast to delve even deeper into the personalities of their star drivers. 

Max grinned, savoring the opportunity to steer the conversation toward more personal territories. "Alright, Y/N, let's make it interesting. If you could relive any moment of your life, what would it be?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected turn. "That's a tough one. Maybe a childhood memory. You know, the carefree days before racing became my entire world. How about you, Max?"

He leaned back, adopting a thoughtful expression. "I'd probably go back to my first race win. The rush of emotions, the taste of victory."

It was your turn now, “Any race that is your favorite?”

"Remember that one race in Monaco?" he mused, a playful glint in his eyes.

You grinned, "Oh, how could I forget? It's not every day you get kissed in front of the entire world."

Max leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear, "And yet, here we are, still making headlines."

As the race weekends unfolded, the media attention showed no signs of waning. Every shared podium appearance, every victorious celebration, and even the occasional post-race kiss fueled the narrative further.

“We had my shoey. And now Max and Y/N’s kisses seem to be a new tradition. You know I’m all up for it. If I’m on the podium, I’ll be kissing Max too.” Daniel said playfully in an interview.

During a particularly tense race at Spa-Francorchamps, you and Max found yourselves wheel-to-wheel in a fierce battle for the lead. The high-speed duel captivated fans, but what happened after the race added an unexpected twist to the tale.

In the cool-down room, Max approached you, a genuine smile on his face. "You pushed me out there. Good race."

You grinned, "Likewise. But what was with that risky move at Eau Rouge? You almost sent me off the track."

He chuckled, "Gotta keep you on your toes. Can't let things get too predictable."

Needless to say, your cheeks turned red fast.

Amidst the chaos of media attention, race weekends, and public scrutiny, you and Max found a moment of respite in the city where it all began – Monaco. 

The evening started at Max's house, a chic and cozy penthouse overlooking the harbor. Soft jazz music played in the background. The scent of a delicious homemade meal wafted through the air, as you and Max stood side by side in the well-equipped kitchen, aprons on, ready to embark on a culinary adventure.

"I hope you're prepared for a taste of my secret recipe," Max teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed you a chopping board.

"Secret recipe? Should I be worried?" you replied with a playful smirk, taking the chopping board from him.

"Okay, maybe 'secret recipe' was a bit of an exaggeration," Max admitted, his laughter echoing through the kitchen. "But I promise, it'll be the best pasta you've ever had."

The aroma of the simmering sauce filled the air, blending with the smooth jazz playing in the background. 

While chopping vegetables and stirring pots, Max stole a playful glance at you. "You know, Y/N, I've never had this much fun in the kitchen before."

You smiled, with a playful glint in your eyes.

As the final touches were added to the meal, you and Max set the table, the anticipation building for the culinary masterpiece you had created together. 

After dinner, you sat on the balcony. The night was beautiful and calm. 

As a gentle breeze rustled, Max reached for your hand, his touch conveying a silent assurance that, at this moment, it was just the two of you against the world.

"You know," Max said with a soft smile, "I never thought cooking together could be this much fun."

"Surprising, isn't it? Maybe we've discovered a hidden talent for culinary collaboration," you replied, intertwining your fingers with his.

He chuckled, "Or maybe it's just the company that makes it special."

And then, in a tender yet passionate moment, Max leaned in, his eyes locking onto yours. "You know, Y/N," he murmured, "there's something magical about moments like these."

You felt your heartbeat quicken, a gentle flush warming your cheeks. "And to think only a couple of months ago we were hell-bent on tearing each other apart " you teased.

As his lips met yours, the world outside the penthouse faded away.

It wasn’t like those kisses you had before. They were fueled by adrenaline. But here it was just pure calm, and genuine happiness to be with each other.

But a storm was brewing quietly. 

Headline: "Max Verstappen's Soft Side: Is Y/N Taking Advantage?"

In recent weeks, Max Verstappen's performance on and off the track has raised eyebrows among fans and pundits alike. The usually fierce and competitive driver seems to have softened, and many speculate that Y/N’'s influence is the cause. As their unexpected relationship unfolds, questions arise about whether she's leveraging their connection for personal gain. With Y/N now on the verge of a potential championship victory, concerns grow that Max's focus on the track may be compromised, jeopardizing his chances at the championship.

Max sat alone in his dark room, his anxious eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he scrolled through the endless stream of news articles. The more he read, the more uncertain he felt, and his mind began to race with worst-case scenarios. The words on the screen seemed to taunt him with their tone, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by doubt and fear. 

Suddenly, his phone rang, shattering the eerie silence of the room. He saw that it was you calling, and his heart raced with anticipation. Should he answer? The temptation was too great to resist, but he couldn't bear the thought of what might come next, so he hit the reject button.

His doubts had won. 

It was race day.

“Max is back! Oh Y/N would not have liked that. Hurts being taken out from the race by your own boyfriend.”

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I'm supposed to be revising for my selection test but Sambucky being disgustingly domestic won't get out of my mind

Bucky may be allergic to spices (as most white people of the 40s were, sigh), but he bakes really well and makes killer waffles and cakes. Doesn't even help that Sam has a sweet tooth

Bucky absolutely hates detergents for clothes except the detergent Sam uses because it doesn't smell like absolute dogshit (it smells like Sam)

Both of them prefer fresh groceries. The canned peaches are Bucky's only exception even though Sam convinces him otherwise ("Fresh peaches are everywhere!" "But the canned ones—")

Sometimes their dates are just Bucky riding the motorcycle with Sam sitting behind, holding on to him while they talk and laugh

Bucky knows every order of Sam, in every restaurant and diner, by heart

Figaro likes wrapping himself around Sam's shoulders, and Alpine likes being wrapped up in Bucky's jacket. When they switch people, Figaro perches on Bucky's shoulder, and Alpine curls up in Sam's lap or arm crook

Bucky either puts too much creamer in his coffee or none at all. It all depends on the mood

Bucky liked Starbucks until Sam convinced him they could buy their own coffee machine ("the kind for professionals and addicts, you know"). It all goes downhill from there for both of them

Sam still gets his pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks, though

Bucky can't sing to save his life. Sam really likes karaoke

Sam kinds of hate tailored clothes because of how long they take and the many people that clamber over him to get his measures. Bucky always gets Sam's measures before they go to a tailor shop.

Sam thinks the industrial strawberry milk flavor is disgusting. Bucky digs it anyway

Bucky doesn't like fair food, but getting to kiss the sugar off Sam's lips after a shared cotton candy is really great

Sam is terrible at dancing. As in the kinds from the 40s and older. Bucky teaches him and fakes exasperation when Sam accidentally steps on his feet (he really wants to kiss his laughter at those times)

Bucky did the robot dance out of spite because of that one time Sam called him a cyborg. And then he does it again and again just to hear Sam laugh

Bucky is the most horrible tourist. The kind that buys "I love New York" (with a red ass heart for "love") shirts and the ugliest caps and those blurry hideous keychains of tourist attractions

They definitely buys dumb couple things in secret. Like those socks that hold hands

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Nights Like These- Aquakane🥂‧˚｡⊹ ˖

-☾ ｡🍸｡⋆ ⊹₊| genre-…Fluff

-☾ ｡🍸｡⋆ ⊹₊| context- … Tokyo blade has finally come to an end and the directors put together an after party for all the cast and crew’s hard work. Unfortunately for him, Akane and Aqua prefer quiet company.

-☾ ｡🍸｡⋆ ⊹₊- … In preparation for my analysis on Aka and intimacy, here is writing based on Veil, a comic masterclass in writing a two people with chemistry in a way that is subtle show not tell. My writing is not at Veil's level but it is a personal favorite

-☾ ｡🍸｡⋆ ⊹₊| For your reading experience- I recommend sitting down comfortably, pouring your juice of choice in a wine glass, and aimlessly reading while pretending to be a nepo baby.

Tokyo Blade’s incredible show has run it’s course, ending with a standing ovation and thralls of new fans. With the show complete, director Sumiaki spares no expense on a party to celebrate. While some take the chance to network, two of the plays stars decide each other’s company should be enough for the night

Psychology. The scientific study of behavior and mental processes. The understanding of everyday actions, thoughts, and emotions that can be applied, if necessary, to abnormal or clinical cases. This broad scope captures everything from how we perceive the world, make decisions, and develop relationships to how we cope with challenges.

Akane found that the pages of textbooks, worn between her fingers, were the best friends a girl could ask for. There was a certain comfort in understanding herself and others—why she reacted the way she did, why people could be so good or evil, why the world felt the way it did. Knowing was a form of armor. If she could understand things at their core, she could believe, even for just a moment, that nothing would catch her off guard again.

With that in mind, Akane also found that knowing so much about people was a curse in its own way. Especially at parties.

Tokyo Blade’s after-party was far fancier than Akane had expected. Director Sumiaki had thrown together a soirée that would make The Great Gatsby proud. The room buzzed with conversation, bursts of laughter, and the soft clink of crystal glasses.

It was all so polished, so perfect—and so completely overwhelming.

This wasn’t like the after-parties she was used to. Normally, they were intimate gatherings, just cast and crew swapping stories over takeout containers, with the occasional karaoke machine blaring in the background. This? This was a spectacle. A grand production. And really, what else could she have expected from Director Sumiaki?

She sighed, her hands sliding up her face to shield her eyes. “This is... too much for me,” she muttered under her breath. The dazzling lights and the swarming energy of the party made her head spin. For a moment, in the soft darkness behind her fingers, she could breathe. She had faced countless emotions in others and dissected their layers with precision, but tonight? Tonight, her emotions were the problem.

Tokyo Blade was by far one of her best accomplishments. Playing Sayahime was a gift, and acting alongside Kana as an equal was incredible. But despite that, she still found herself being a critic.

I misstepped during Sayahime’s speech, what if someone noticed?

Himekawa really stole the show the first few nights, should I have tried a similar approach?

Maybe I should have spoken more to Abiko-sensei. Sayahime is her precious character.

Akane didn’t let tears spill from her eyes. At the end of the day, she was a professional now. It would be embarrassing to cry at an after-party full of happy people.

She lowered her hands as Mr. Sumiaki approached with a group of people she could only assume were the investors for the show.

“And this,” he announced, “is one of the stars of the night herself—Miss Sayahime!”

Akane mustered a soft smile, dipping her head in greeting. “It’s a pleasure.”

The investors beamed at her, their compliments a blur of polished words. Akane responded on autopilot, laughing lightly at their jokes (which she didn’t understand), offering answers without truly listening. She shifted subtly, inching away from the circle, and passed the dessert table with a quick swipe before her back eventually pressed against the cool glass doors leading to the balcony.

A breath of relief left her lips as she spotted a familiar blonde figure standing there. She couldn’t help but smile as she pushed the doors open.

The cool rush of wind greeted her, followed by the still night. It was cold but somehow more inviting, with the moon being more welcome than the blinding chandeliers inside.

She paused at the sight of the figure leaning against the railing. Aqua, with his ever-calm expression, turned slightly toward her.

“Aqua,” she breathed, relief flooding her voice.

He held up a glass. “Mock champagne?”

Her lips quirked into a smile. “How did you know to grab two?”

He shrugged. “You don’t like parties. I don’t like noise.”

She stepped closer, taking the offered glass. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“I know.”

The two stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the night air settling around them. While it might surprise others, Akane and Aqua were rarely silent around each other. The many fake dates had resulted in a million conversations, but somehow, silence still held its own charm.

Akane broke the silence first. “Are you happy, Aqua?”

He tilted his head, brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Your performance,” she clarified, leaning her elbows on the balcony’s edge. “Every night, you put your heart and soul into your acting. You were in pain and then bliss over and over again. You called out Kana’s acting, but yours is truly exasperating.”

Aqua tilted his head, mirroring her gesture. “That bad?”

“No, it’s incredible!” Akane asserted. “That level of intensity... some would say your ability to maintain stability afterward is a medical marvel.”

A gust of wind swept by, and Akane instinctively shivered, rubbing her arms for warmth.

“Who said I’m stable?” Aqua sighed, shrugging off his suit jacket. Without waiting for her response, he draped it over her shoulders. “No one in our industry is.”

“How wonderfully depressing,” Akane quipped, tugging the jacket closer. She held up a plate she’d swiped from the party. “Good thing I brought these. Otherwise, the mood might have been permanently soured.”

Aqua raised an eyebrow. “Chocolate strawberries?”

“There were about a million on the table,” Akane replied, popping one into her mouth before offering the plate to him.

“So, you swiped them,” he remarked dryly. “How humble.”

“Do you want one or not?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Depends,” Aqua squinted at the plate, his gaze scrutinizing the assortment. “Why are there different kinds?”

“Fancy people love variety,” Akane explained with a shrug. She began pointing to the various types. “There’s the classic milk chocolate, chocolate raspberry, white chocolate, and—ooh—salted caramel!”

“Gross,” Aqua said immediately, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust.

Akane gasped, clutching her chest as if he’d just insulted her entire existence. “You won’t say that after you try it,” she declared, plucking one of the salted caramel strawberries and holding it out between her fingers. “Here.”

Aqua eyed the strawberry like it was a trap, but ultimately sighed in defeat. He leaned forward taking a bite from between her fingers. He chewed thoughtfully, his expression going from curiosity to blank

“Well?” Akane leaned in slightly, watching him expectantly. “How is it?”

“…Do you have more?”

Her face lit up with triumph. “Just as I thought!”

Aqua sighed. Two wins for Akane. Stage plays and strawberries.

“Did your family come with you?” she asked as he finished, swiftly taking off his gloves to wave them dry

“Mhm, Miyako came for networking reasons, but Ruby’s here too.”

“I see” Akane taps her finger against her lip :Somehow, I never run into your sister. It’s been what, six months since we started this?”

“Consider it a blessing,” Aqua said flatly, reaching for another strawberry.

“Don’t be mean,” Akane scolded, swatting his hand from the plate.

“It’s not mean,” he replied, his tone unchanged.

“You complain so much about Ruby, but really, you love her like any brother would.”

“Spoken like a true only child.”

“Surely you guys are a little similar, right?”

“That depends,” Aqua said, leaning closer to her face. “Do you think I’d make a good idol?”

Akane blinked at the unexpected question, then tilted her head as if seriously considering it. “I think so…”

“Akane,” Aqua groaned, a conversation with Ruby about the same topic playing in his mind.

“You have the face for it.”

“I can’t sing, Akane,” Aqua said, deadpan.

“If you smile enough, some girls will definitely be able to look past it,” she countered.

“Would you look past it?” he asked, raising a brow at her.

“If you can dance,” Akane shrugged, turning and leaning against the railing as she smiled. “I’d be your number one fan.”

“Ah,” Aqua said with mock solemnity, “but then I’d have to compete with Kana for your attention. What’s the use?”

Akane chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I don’t think Kana-chan sees me as her fan. I’m afraid only you would acknowledge me.”

“Does being a fan mean you have to be acknowledged?” Aqua asked, tilting his head.

“Mm, no,” Akane admitted, her voice thoughtful. “But it’s preferred. If you hated me like Kana-chan does, I think I’d cry.”

“I don’t think she hates you,” Aqua said, his tone matter-of-fact.

“Oh?” Akane arched a brow. “What would you call it then?”

“Strong dislike,” Aqua replied without hesitation.

“Oh, I feel so much better,” Akane said, rolling her eyes with a dramatic sigh. “Thank you, Aqua.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, his lips twitching into a faint smile.

Akane placed the plate of strawberries on the railing beside her glass, the clink of the dish barely audible over the gentle rustle of the night breeze. Aqua mirrored her, setting his glass down as they leaned against the cold metal, their arms brushing lightly.

He stared out at the moon, his lips moving as he spoke, but Akane didn’t catch the words. The sound seemed to dissolve into the stillness around them, as though his thoughts were meant for the sky alone. Her gaze lingered on him, her hand propping up her chin as her thoughts wandered.

There’s so much I want to ask you, she mused, her eyes tracing the soft contours of his profile. Are we friends? Are we allies? Could we even be something closer than all of that?

Her eyes drifted down to their hands, their fingertips resting so near that the distance felt intentional, like a silent promise neither dared to voice. A soft smile curved her lips as a warmth settled in her chest.

Or… could it be that it doesn’t matter?

“Aqua-kun?” she said softly

He turned slightly, a quiet hum of acknowledgment escaping him. “Hm?”

“Let’s stay like this”

Aqua didn’t turn to her, and his expression was masked. But at the very least, his hand rested on top of hers

“Okay”

[kaydeedums]

Like in The Movies (Alien Stage)

Ship: Mizi / Sua (Mizisua) Also on: AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/62830468/chapters/160867027) [Chapter 1: It's All Too Much] Mizi wins an award for Best Leading Actress, but there's a lot of things she still needs to address with herself. A good friend of hers offers to hear her out, and maybe even help in more ways than one.

"Congratulations!"

The sound of glasses clinking filled in the room, accompanied by bursts of laughter and cheerful chatter. The entire crew of Alien Stage had gathered to celebrate their triumphant night at Sua’s home, having just won Best Musical Performance for “Blink Gone” and Best Original Score.

“Thank you for everyone’s hard work!” Hyuna says, filling up each of the member’s shot glasses with Soju.

Ivan had won his first-ever award for Best Supporting Actor in the film. Having started his career only two years back, he was greeted with a roar of cheers from the cast and other awardees when his name was announced. In his speech the actor even thanked his castmate Till for his vocal mentoring, proceeding to teasingly blow a flying kiss to him from the stage. The camera pans to Till who was in his seat all flushed, having the clip instantly go viral online.

But the true star of the evening was the rookie actress, Mizi. She was met with endless congratulations for securing the Best Leading Actress award that night. The excitement was buzzing in the air as colleagues and friends toasted to her breakthrough performance, marking the beginning of a promising future for the 22-year-old.

The entiee production team was more than thrilled, after the awards, the cast gathered in Sua’s mansion for an after party, nearly half of the group had downed themselves in beer, pizza, sweets and other dishes prepared, thanks to their generous host for allowing them to raid her pantry. 

The filming was strenuous, for a project that even had the cast throw in their creative direction, they deserved to revel in their success.

A few hours in, unbeknownst to the rest of the cast, their star actress had slipped away from the dinner area. They were too busy singing their hearts out to a karaoke machine, unnecessarily belting out to some K-pop hits that didn’t seem to need the extra run-ons. 

Mizi had mindlessly wandered around her senior’s home in search of the washroom, which she did find to relieve herself, but wasn’t quite ready to return to the rowdy crowd, so she decided to take a breather instead. She sits herself on one of the balcony’s bistro chairs, her eyes glued to the night sky as she does.

She allows her thoughts to drift. Mizi hadn’t quite let today’s events sink in yet, the rookie wondered about what she had done to deserve this award. To think that just a few years ago, she had been an internet celebrity, growing her channel through covers. Now, she’s being professionally trained by one of the best in the industry. 

She reminisces about her experiences, how much learned and improved during production, it was all just so surreal, she would’ve never guessed this was gonna be her breakout role. The support of the cast really played a huge role in her receiving all this, especially Sua. -+-+-+- She was never quite able to shake off that nervous energy every time she stepped into a studio. It was the first day of filming Alien Stage, the script clutched in her hand, fidgeting with her brown hair as she looked around. Mizi was in awe at the fact that this was gonna be her first leading role. 

Mizi watched as the team set up the gigantic green screen and wheeled in the props, the lights and sound were being adjusted and tested, and one by one the make-up artists started rushing into their spaces to begin setting up their work station. 

Everyone else seemed to know what they were doing, running around with equipment and discussing plans with one another. It wasn’t her first time shooting something, she’s been in several commercials and variety shows, not to mention the transition from influencer to lead actress isn’t always taken nicely by the audience, many criticize influencers for taking acting roles away from vocally–trained actors. Even her own fanbase was a little unsure whether she’d give a great performance or not, was she gonna make a fool out of herself? 

The entire time, she was just standing awkwardly by the craft services table, silently spiraling under the weight of where she was now. A sweet voice cuts through her self-consciousness. 

“Jeez, you look like a nervous wreck.”

The rookie flinches, in front of her was a shorter woman, dressed in baggy clothes and a drink in her hand, even with the shades on Mizi could tell who it was. “Holy shit, you’re Sua… Right?”

The shorter woman jests, “I sure hope so, the producer would’ve been pissed at the casting director if I wasn’t.” 

Mizi swallows, mustering up the courage to speak, “I am… such a huge fan, I watch your work religiously, I made a cover of your latest OST on my channel, and it’s such an honor getting to see you work-”

She’s eyed by the actress, trying to figure out what part of the crew she’s in. “You their new PA?”

"Who, me?" Mizi stammered, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "No, no. I'm... I'm Mizi." She gestured vaguely towards the bustling set. "I'm... the lead?"

Sua's sunglasses slid down her nose a fraction, and she peered at Mizi with a hint of amusement. "You’re the one who became famous for those Red Velvet covers right? Weren’t you on that show with Lee Young Ji? Seriously? Wow. You clean up nice. I almost didn't recognize you without the filters." She took a sip of her drink, her eyes still on Mizi. The newbie was unsure whether she received a compliment or an insult. "You know, for someone about to carry a whole production on their shoulders, you look like you're about to throw up."

Mizi tenses up even more, completely star struck and unsure of what to reply. "Yeah, well... It's a little intimidating. Everyone seems so… professional." Sua chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that contrasted with her earlier teasing. "Listen, 'professional' is just a fancy word for 'pretending we know what we're doing.' Half of them are probably just as nervous as you are, just better at hiding it."

“Besides," she added, her tone softening slightly, "Intimidated is good. It means you care about giving a great performance. Just don't let it paralyze you."

Mizi managed a small smile. "Thanks. I appreciate that." She’s being pep talked by her one of her favorite actresses, not to mention she smells so damn good for someone coming into the studio all unassuming.

Sua straightened up, pushing her sunglasses back into place. "Look, Mizi," she said, her voice more serious now, "I've seen all kinds of actors, from seasoned veterans to fresh-faced rookies, judging by how you’re holding yourself, i’m afraid this industry could eat you alive, we don’t want that now, do we?”

Mizi shakes her head ‘no’.

“You already know how netizens can get with feedback, you’re a micro-celebrity afterall. Advice is, don't try to be someone you're not, trust your instincts, and have fun. Just don’t forget to get serious when needed." She paused, a small smile playing on her lips. 

"I hope you can catch up with me, we're going to be spending a lot of time together. Might as well get used to each other." She extended a hand. "I look forward to working with you." 

Mizi returned the gesture, “Likewise.” -+-+-+- Her reminiscing was startled by the sudden cold touch against her shoulder. 

"Congratulations, Mizi" Her co-star had  gently nudged her with the side of the white wine bottle, giggling as she handed one of the two glasses she held. 

The rookie gladly accepts the drink, "Sunbaenim? Sorry, I wandered off, I’ll head back downstairs." She hurriedly gets up from her chair.

"No, it’s fine, sit back down, it's been a while since we got to talk like this, and you can drop the honorifics while you’re at it,” Sua smiles, “It’s just the two of us after all, mind if I join you?"

"No, ma'am" 

Sua drags the chair from the opposite end, scooting it closer to Mizi’s, so they could hear each other better, of course.

Sua herself started off as a child actress, quickly getting renowned for her incredible vocals. Four years in, she was awarded Best Supporting Actress in a melodrama film. Later down the line, she started to land several leading actress roles in action-packed k-dramas, eventually receiving three more awards. On top of that, she also contributed to the OSTs of the productions she starred in herself.

Despite the bubbly personas she often played, the actress herself has nothing like her characters in real life. She was strict in her work, serious around set, and sarcastic in nature. 

Mizi was stunned after learning she would be working on a project with an iconic actress, but nothing would’ve prepared her for how gorgeous she looked up close. 

Under the soft glow of the stars, the two girls chatted about anything, jumping from one topic to another, their conversation seemed to be endless.

There’s a quiet understanding in their exchanged glances, sipping their drink in between, going over their nostalgia, their expectations, and unspoken feelings. It’s almost as if time had stopped and this night had existed only for them.  

"The director really took the creative liberty to not give our characters any original names." Sua chuckles, as she finishes her glass, Mizi grabs the bottle behind her and pours her friend another glass, "Well, given that neither of us had any last names, they might as well be just us in another universe–Thank some invisible being, we’re in this one." The older woman adds. 

“Vivi’s work process is odd, but I prefer not to question her decisions…” Mizi states nervously, it clicks in Sua why she wanted to be alone, “I guess you’re right, despite the questionable work ethic, she manages to produce amazing results anyway.” The older woman takes a shot in the dark with her question. “Are you here because you’re not sure if you’re worthy of receiving this award?” 

Mizi was surprised at how spot on she was, “It’s a lot to take in…” 

Sua smiles, pouring her castmate a glass and another for her, seems like this is gonna be a long night for the both of them. Not like the people downstairs are gonna be needing their host anyway, as long as they don’t break anything. “Oh please, it’s not like you’re the first actor in history to ever land this huge of an award for their first role, our dear old Ivan won too.” He wasn’t old, in fact, he’s the same age as Mizi, and even started acting a little later. 

“But what if they made a mistake? There were other nominees who are way more talented and have more extensive careers than I do, they should’ve gotten that award.”

The senior chuckles, “And yet, they didn’t.”

“But-”

“Look Mizi, even if you hadn’t won, or if someone else had taken the award, would that change the fact that you worked hard? Would it stop you from wanting to get any better? You’re not gonna quit acting just because you got such a prestigious award on your first try, right?”

She has a point, Mizi thinks. It’s just so hard to shake off the mix of appreciation and guilt, every time she looks at her trophy. 

The senior reaches down into her own brassiere, this display was so jarring it might have snapped Mizi even more awake. Sua pulls out a cigarette stick that was hidden in her dress, she offers one to her co-star. “Want one?”

Mizi shakes her head profusely in response, “I don’t smoke”

”Follow up question, do you want to try smoking? It usually takes off the edge.”

Oh dear, this is like high school all over again. Had Sua been another person, our leading lady would’ve immediately declined.

“No? That’s alright, I thought you were one of those people who’d start lecturing me about how it’s bad for your health. Unless, you’re the type to vape-”

“No! Maybe I could’ve - not, I don’t smoke… anything! But - yeah, no, I’ll pass.” She stammered over her words whether she’d agree, decline, or remind her how bad it is for her as a singer, obviously didn’t have the guts to voice any of these options. 

It was Sua’s turn to be shocked, she could physically see the back and forth of the younger girl’s conscience, she was very expressive, it amused the seasoned actress. Looks like this one doesn’t have much vices, does she?

By this time she’s already lit up her stick using the lighter she had in her pocket, the older woman shrugs, “Worth a try, that’s what I observed, you know what you're into, I kinda love that about you.”

If Mizi were any braver she would have, but thank the stars she was so pathetic, or she would’ve never gotten to hear that last part from Sua. “You observed?” Her question was prying for examples.

“Yeah, remember on our way to the script reading? Hyuna-unnie invited us for ice cream afterwards and when you announced that your flavor of choice was mint ice cream, everyone in the van gagged and booed!” The actress takes another sip of wine, “I’ve never seen you so offended! This was an ice cream flavor for fucks sake, then you proceeded to rant on how great it was - when you got your pint handed to you, you just ate it without any care in the world. In all honesty, I was almost jealous of that ice cream, you were willing to throw hands for it.” 

“Oh come on, mint cream is good, not like I wanted to fight anyone on it.” The anecdote made some of Mizi’s blood rush to her face, she didn’t think Sua would find that comical. “Is there anything else?”

Sua drags out a stream of smoke, the smoke curls lazily from her lips, watching Mizi through half-lidded eyes. “More? Now you’re just feeding your own ego,” she teases. 

“During dress rehearsals for round five, you kept tripping over your own costume during the run-through with Luka, you were so upset with yourself that day – He told you to ask them to alter it, but apparently you didn’t want to bother the crew, so you took extra hours practicing alone to get yourself used to the outfit, I couldn’t help but admire that dedication from you.” She finishes, placing her hand on top of Mizi’s, looking at her in awe.

Sua goes on to talk about how much she loved filming with the crew, how they clicked so easily and amazing it is getting to be genuine friends even outside of production, something that was rare for her in her previous works. 

She calls back to the conversations they had in the dressing room, learning how they both grew up liking the same celebrities and media, hanging out in cafes after shooting, even sharing inside jokes that only they understand. The entire time her co-star was listening attentively, hanging on to her every word. 

Sua exhales, watching the smoke curl into the sky, suddenly the air between them became a little tense. “The one I couldn’t stop thinking about was how you started off so shy but opened up so easily. During the last night of the premiere, we were all told to meet at a bar. You ended up sitting next to me, and I swear, everytime I so much as leaned in to ask you something you’d flinch! I don’t bite, you know!”

Mizi remembers that night vividly. She had already been feeling something strange around Sua in the later days of promotions, though she started to have a bit of an idea what it was. Without realizing it, she had started to put distance between them.

“At first, I thought maybe you were just tired. We had done so many interviews that day after all, that must’ve been the reason. But then you started making excuses to switch seats, you told me you ‘needed to go to the restroom’. Then suddenly, you ‘had to help Ivan with his drink’ Whatever the hell that meant. Honestly? It made me a little sad. I thought we had something good going on.” She rolls the stick between her fingers, before flicking it to the floor and putting it out with her shoe.

Mizi grips the stem of her glass, the guilt building up in her. “It wasn’t like that. I just… I needed some space after everything.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, apart from the fact she wasn’t used to the spotlight, everything else was so new to the former influencer.

"Is that why you've been avoiding me?"

The rookie looks at her wide-eyed, this makes Sua laugh. "Relax, I'm not upset or anything, but I do want an answer at least.” Mizi stammered on her words, it’s true, she was avoiding her, not because she came to dislike her, it was far from that. She wasn’t sure if the growing feelings she had were right, but she so desperately wanted to be around her too. It’s all so confusing.

The rumors and articles circulating in public didn’t help either, despite the dozen of public appearances they’ve had together, promotional material, interviews, and who could forget that chemistry they had on screen. It’d be shocking to learn that Mizi was doing everything she could flee the scene once her job with Sua was over.  -+-+-+- “Is it true you weren’t wearing a wig in the film?”

“Funny story, after our script reading the make-up artist comes up to me and goes ‘Sweetie, do you happen to like reading books?’ and I ask why, and then she sits me down on the chair, and starts to bring out tin foil.” 

Mizi proceeds to talk about the bleaching process and how excrutiating it was to sit in the chair for so long meanwhile Sua is laughing at the dramatic story-telling of her co-star, like it was the most hilarious thing she’s heard.

“Tell us about how you both prepared for the opening scene.” The host continued.

“That was actually our first time meeting our child counterparts, I remember after the shoot, we had a photo with the two of them, and when we checked out the photo Ivan started laughing, telling us ‘You guys look like a family of four’, I genuinely thought it was so cute.” Mizi imitated Ivan’s speech, throwing in mocking gestures.

The host switches his attention to the other actress, pressing for her to add on. “I think we just have great chemistry and teamwork, if we were to star in a romantic film, we’d kill it as a couple, honestly”

Mizi smiles, bumping shoulder with the other woman “I totally agree.”

The host awkwardly fakes his laugh, suddenly noticing the body language between the two actresses. “Moving on to the next question, Sua had a promotional shoot where she wore a wedding dress? Tell us more about it.”  -+-+-+- “I’d like to think that you had a good reason, I genuinely thought we were enjoying ourselves”

“It’s just that…” She trails off, was she really just gonna blurt this out to her? The woman she’s admired for so long? Her closest co-star? For someone who just got her big break in acting, she sure as hell isn’t good at hiding her feelings.

“During promotions, I believe I started to develop feelings for you – and before you say anything, I know it’s unprofessional for an actress to fall in love with their co-star, it’s just acting after all!" Her embarassment was becoming more noticable

"I've idolized you for so long that I think it manifested in this weird way? I understand if you find it weird, I’m weirded out about it myself! – Not that I find being attracted to you a bad thing, you’re absolutely ethereal, I meant that it wouldn’t be so great for the both of us to have all this awkward air around.”

“Mizi, I've been trying to flirt with you for months.” Sua interjects, dumbfounded.

A second of silence passes, “What the hell, don’t tell me you didn’t pick up on any of that!?” The older woman raises her voice, standing up from her seat. This makes Mizi panic, her face getting red, and this isn’t just from the alcohol. “No, I-”

Sua sits back down, frustrated from the realization she may have fallen for an idiot. “For someone so skilled, I couldn’t imagine you’d be so oblivious to these things.” All that time spent daydreaming of different scenarios how their first kiss would go, she imagined it’d be romantic just like the movies, but sadly that expectation went down the drain.

If it were possible, a buffering icon seemed to appear on top of the younger actresses’ head, “Wait, I'm sorry, you’ve been hitting on me?”

“I’ve been doing it since earlier! What kind of friend initiates this much skinship?” Mizi tries to shush her friend, afraid she’d be heard by either their other co-stars or said co-star’s neighbors. 

“This means you like me?” She mutters, not exactly asking Sua directly, but to herself in disbelief, something snaps inside the homeowner. 

Without missing a beat, Sua cups Mizi’s face and pulls it towards her own, smashing their lips together a little aggressively. The younger woman pulls away in surprise, from the action and the taste of Nicotine. So much for romance. 

“Mizi. Please stop asking me these dumb fucking questions.”

“Yes ma’am.” The actress gulps.

“...Can I ask one last stupid question?”

“...Fine”

“How long have you known?”

Sua leans back on her seat, racking through her head for an answer. “It started off as a crush I think… During the shoot of ‘My Clematis'.”

She continues, “Something about the way you smiled at me, made me feel so giddy, I was like ‘Fuck, I’d love to wake up to that every morning’.” That was the moment Sua realized that her thoughts about her co-star had surpassed 'being besties'.

Sua's head sinks down, resting on her co-star’s shoulder. “I hadn’t had this much fun in years with someone.”

The cotton-candy haired girl stiffens up, not wanting to make her friend move from her position. What does this make us then? How do we go from here? What would the public think? 

“What are we?” Is what she manages to say.

“We don’t need to announce it. Sure, maybe only to a handful of people, if somehow we get found out, we’ll deal with it together.” Sua suggests, burying her nose on the side of Mizi’s neck, taking in her scent.

“Does that mean we’re girlfriends now?” Mizi asks, a little too hopeful. Her co-star laughs to herself, “I wouldn’t jump too quickly on that, maybe we’ll go on a few dates first, then see if it’s a good call.”

“Right, right, baby steps, nothing too big…” Mizi trails off, the older woman notices her tone, lifting her head to meet her partner’s eyes. 

The rookie sheepishly asks, “Are you gonna ask me out or…” 

Sua rolls her eyes in amusement, it’s as if she reverted back to being the cheeky girl she loved spending time with. “Mizi, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Mizi clasps her new date’s hands theatrically. “ABSOLUTELY.” This time, she shushes the younger girl, gesturing to the neighbors’ houses.

“Yes, I’d love that,” Mizi repeated, this time, in a whisper. Sua places another kiss on her partner’s lips, it was chaste but much more tender than their first one. “We should really head back downstairs, it’s oddly quiet, I think most of them have already passed out somewhere.” 

Mizi chuckles, "Probably. Knowing them, they've probably raided everything in your kitchen.” She pulls Sua to her feet, to which the other actress wobbles doing so.

“You okay?” The younger girl asks, Sua grabs Mizi’s shoulders trying to catch herself, maybe she had a little too much to drink.

They tiptoe back downstairs, hand in hand, and to no one’s surprise, their prediction proves accurate. A tapestry of bodies sprawls across the couches and floor of the living room, illuminated by the light of the television, which displayed a low score for the song Heart Attack by Chuu, done by an unknown singer. (It was Ivan).

Empty chip bags and discarded fried chicken boxes litter the dinner table. Hyuna has somehow managed to drape themselves over the arm of the sofa, their feet dangling precariously close to a half-eaten bowl of ramen.

Mizi stifles a laugh. "They look like they've been through a battlefield, if you angle it just right, this could be a poster for the second film.” 

Sua grimaces at the sight. "I don’t wanna think about the clean up I'd have to do tomorrow, let’s retreat to my room instead.”

They navigate through the obstacle course of zombies, towards the kitchen, where they find a surprising sight: a single, untouched slice of strawberry cake sits on the counter. 

"Fuck yes!" Mizi whispers, her eyes sparkling. Sua raises an eyebrow. "You’re seriously still able to eat after everything we consumed?”

Her question was purposely ignored, Mizi happily makes her way back through the sleeping bodies with a slice of cake and fork in hand. 

Going back upstairs to Sua’s room, which was next to the balcony and washroom. Both girls sit on the homeowner’s bed, making fun of the crime scene they just witnessed. Mizi is in charge of cutting the cake into bits, feeding herself and her co-star alternatively, Sua’s arm draped protectively over Mizi. 

“So the whole outfit was Till’s idea?” 

“Yeah, I went ahead and told him that he looked ridiculous, he looked like a walking rice cake in his all white suit. It was funnier seeing him walk on that red carpet, a large tteokbbokki on top a path of gojuchang.” Mizi mentions her interaction with their male co-star, a nickname the rest of the cast picked up on that night. She consumes the last piece of the sponge cake, feeding the strawberry slice to her future girlfriend.

Their eyelids grow heavy, the sugar, mixed with the warmth of each other’s bodies, and the alcohol in their system of course, was lulling them to sleep.

Mizi places their finished meal on the nightstand next to them, the digital clock displaying that it was already three in the morning, she adjusts herself into a more comfortable position. 

Mizi whispers, pulling the sheets over the both of them, "All this feels like a movie," Sua smiles, her eyes already closed. "And we’re only getting to the best part.” 

What a great way to end the night for everyone, this was the last thing Mizi thinks to herself before drifting to sleep.

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Starblade dashboard simulator. extremely unserious and heavily influenced by my own (and others') headcanons

(Unreality CW, character usernames at the bottom)

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💗💗Affirmation of the day💗💗 Whatever emotions you're experiencing right now are valid. You are valuable and loved💗 (Don't ever hesitate to stop by if you need a listening ear💗)

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i am this close to resorting to violence

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forgot this was a professional blog sorry

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💫Astronomy Picture of the Day💫

The colors of Alphan Saturn from Alphan Cassini🪐

#astronomy

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CAPTAIN'S LOG UPDATE: NO. 286

WE ARE STILL EN ROUTE TO SIRRAH! like we have been for nine months!!!! we are passing above the Alphan Oort cloud for the sixth (6) day in a row so keep your eyes peeled for any cool looking rocks i guess

ANYWAY IT'S TIME FOR A FIT CHECK💥💥

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Gorgeous as always my dear🩵❤️

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Get a room you two.

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days since last useful captain's log update: 285

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y'all should really let me do these updates in the future

#who am i kidding i'd make it worse #has anyone questioned why tf he's wearing both aviators and goggles

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let them go at it

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Why am I on here.

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i build a ship for you fools and save all your lives and this is how you repay me (voted for myself instantly)

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I HATE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU

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crazy how there's a drink cabinet here with at least fifty kinds of whiskey but no boba anywhere on this ship :(

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crazy how there's an entire migrator damn karaoke bar and ballpit here and not a single useful fixture on this migrator damned ship @CAPTAINSPAAAACE wtf

#get me out of here

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I am once again extending my sincerest apologies for the state of Alpha and the 'Frame. I swear to do all within my capabilities to crush this cold machine, though I know words cannot assuage your griefs in this moment.

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#lmfao

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ok was anybody going to tell me that most people hydrate by carrying entire-ass bottles with water in them or was i supposed to figure this out on my own when there was a fire and everybody was magically equipped to deal with it except me???

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A SMALL ELECTRICAL FIRE. IT WASN'T MY FAULT.

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you aren't supposed to use water on an electrical fire???

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excuse me how do you hydrate then

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we had a fire on the Starblade???

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by the migrator you can't do this to me.

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"by the migrator you can't do this to me" yeah i had this coming.

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"by the migrator

you can't do this to me" yeah

i had this coming.

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the second law of thermodynamics states that as long as the flow of time continues, entropy will always increase in a system.

i fear what happens to us after an eternity. we rot. we decay.

i have much work to do.

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Plant arrangement for the lovely @counselor_ivy_xo 💚💚 I hope you enjoy!

#crafts #plant arrangements #biology #seriously these are a lot of fun to do to relax or take the edge off

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜

Thanks for your ask 💜 This time, I decided to challenge myself to tell you 5 things not yet known about my dear SADIE.

Sadie is very insecure about the way she looks. She feels her eyes are too far apart, and her nose points up too much. But the thing she's most insecure about is her... cup size... She is always afraid that it is a turn-off when she gets intimate with someone. After all, men prefer them big, right? She's wrong. In fact, I know someone she knows *pretty well* too, who actually has the opposite preference. 🤫

Sadie's insecurity about her looks stems from her childhood. She inherited her mum's light brown hair and her dad's light eyes, while her sister, Esme, got her dad's red hair and mum's darker eyes. That combination got loud praise from everyone who met Esme from the moment she was born. Whenever mum Julliet would be out with her girls, even strangers on the street would comment "Oh, what a beautiful little girl!" doting on Esme and ignoring big sister Sadie entirely. Esme grew up self-confident and strong and knew if she wanted to hit her sister where it hurt, commenting on her looks would always do the trick, which shook Sadie's self-confidence even more. The first person who ever made Sadie feel beautiful was Dan. 💕

The one thing that builds Sadie's confidence, though, is singing. Realising how important her voice was to the band and that she turned out to be truly unmissable was a huge boost for her. On stage, she feels like a different person. All her insecurities fade away when she's performing. A lot of that is also thanks to James, who knows exactly how to put her in the spotlight.

Sadie truly sings very well. I discovered her talent sort of by accident when I put her at the karaoke machine at the first edition of my legendary summer camp Windiwell, years ago. I was truly flabbergasted at her apparently hidden karaoke skills and decided there and then that she needed to be part of The Hot Wings. Little did I know the impact that decision would have on her life.

Sadie's dad, Dylan, is a professional football ("soccer", but I refuse to call it that) player. He's the only 'celebrity' in my town. Sadie (and her sister) inherited his athletic trait, and Sadie loves a work-out to clear her mind.

[singsystems]

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[justkeeponsimming]

Karma makes so many new friends at the New Year’s Eve party! She met older relatives linked to her grandparents, then their children too. By the sims she’s met tonight, there must be three generations of the Quick family here!

One of her favourites is her cousin, Nova. The young spellcaster is one of the happiest, chatty sims that Karma has ever met! She can feel the magic bouncing around the room whenever she speaks!

Having a hunch about something, Karma asks if Nova would like to do a karaoke duet. Nova’s whole face lights up as she grabs Karma’s hand, leading the way to the karaoke machine.

Karma: “You pick! Choose any song that calls to you!”

Nova tilts her head to one side as she scrolls through the list, thinking over her choice. She finds a fun, upbeat song and selects it. Karma hands her cousin a microphone, stepping back a little bit to let her cousin be the star of the show!

The cousins sing, their voices melding together so naturally. Just as Karma suspected, little sparks of pink and blue energy burst into the air as Nova sings. Her magic loves music! Nova could be a magical musician when she grows up!

Their karaoke performance draws the attention of everyone around. Older members of the family who are professional musicians are so impressed by their singing! When Nova struggles, Karma makes sure that her young cousin follows her lead.

In the moment, Karma finds a passion she could follow when she ages up. What if she taught music, sharing her talents with young, future stars?

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/745217695102943232/the-fashion-shows-for-half-asleep-daddy-on-the?source=share

I think we’ll need a blurb of this one day

Connor and Lio hyping them up

In Lio and Savannah’s condo, four adults sit in the living room, getting ready for the latest and greatest fashion show as presented by the Wood and Meier children. Pump up music plays through the sound bar from DJ Woody. Savannah and Lucie settle into their front row seats with a glass of wine. The fashion show director, Sir Lio Meier, is standing with his wooden spoon microphone, slapping it against his palm.

“The show will begin in 30 seconds.. 29 seconds… 28 seconds…” Lucie starts to laugh at his robotic count down. Her and Savannah share a look before Savannah starts digging in her pocket for her phone. She pulls it out, flipping through her apps to get to her camera.

“Ma’am… MA’AM!” Lio directs at his wife. Connor pauses the music. “Hold girls.” Lio calls to the giggling children in the hallway.

“What?” Savannah asks, looking over at Lucie with confusion.

“Can you put your phone down? This is a closed show.”

“Oh, I just want to take pict-”

“No ma’am. Not allowed.” 

“Lio….” Savannah laughs. “You’re kidding?”

“I am not. This is confidential.”

“Oh my god.” Savannah mutters, making a show of clicking her phone off and putting it to the side.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t look trustworthy. You better grab that.” Connor interjects.

“Con!” 

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” Stella begins to yell into Gracie’s karaoke machine. She has been dubbed the MC for the night. All the adults in the room shudder at the high pitch. Connor reaches over, turning it down about four turns. “Uncle Lee go sit down!” Stella demands. Lio crawls over to his wife’s legs, tossing an arm over her knees. Savannah rests her hand on his opposite shoulder, leaning down to his ear.

“Sass me again and see what happens.” She says while kissing his cheek.

“Will do.” He murmurs back with a smirk.

The music changes to a TV show’s opening theme song that Stella is in love with right now. It’s a bop and has everyone’s heads jiving in rhythm as Winnie and Gracie come rounding out from the hallway.

“Winnie! Gracie! Winnie! Gracie!” Connor mimics like he is a photographer.

“Oh! Oh! He can have his phone!?” Savannah slaps Lio’s shoulder.

“He is a professional. Ma’am, don’t make me ask you to leave.” Lio quips. Lucie howls with laughter, clapping as Connor gets on his stomach and moves his phone in various wild angles while the flash goes off with each awful picture.

“Over here! Strike a pose!” Connor calls. 

The girls both pop a hip, trying to keep serious faces that turn into squinty eyes and pursed lips. 

“We call this princess high fashion! So chic. So glamorous! Absolutely gorgeous colors coming to a store near you!” Stella shrills into her microphone. “Go change!” Stella yell-whispers at Winnie and Gracie, who then scurry from the room, holding hands, laughing the whole way down to Winnie’s room. 

“Stelly, why aren’t your participating?” Lucie asks.

“I’m too old for this.” She rolls her eyes. She may be too old for dressing up, but Lucie is thankful she isn’t too old to participate in a different way.

“Okay, okay!” Stella yells when Winnie waves her hand out. “Next up, our final look, is Sporty WAG era.” 

“WAG!?!” Savannah shrieks with laughter.

Sure enough, Gracie comes dressed out in one of her mom’s blazers with her hair in a sloppy bun Winnie obviously threw together and Lio’s cell phone in her hand. 

“I can’t. Lio has hockey!” She shouts into the phone while stepping cautiously in the high heels from her mom’s closet.

Winnie comes out in one of the old Devils WAG jackets, feet stuffed in Lucie’s Nike she wore over here while clutching two stuffed animals. 

“Babies! Let’s go see daddy at the glass!”

“Awwww!!!!!” Lucie giggles. “Baby come here!!” Lucie opens her arms.

“Hey! No touching the models!” Lio laughs, trying to intersect. 

“Prevent me from hugging my kid and I will end you.” Lucie growls playfully, then snatches Winnie up into her lap. She smothers her face with smooches. Gracie hops over to Savannah and Lio, diving into their open arms. 

“Did I do good!?” Gracie yelps out excitedly.

“Perfect, baby. Did you have fun?” Lio asks. She nods excitedly.

“I’m gonna be a model when I grow up!”

“Ah yes… how full circle would that be for your daddy.” Lucie jokes.

“Yeah, kinda like your captain kink?” 

“Ah!” Lucie yells, hiding her face in Winnie’s bun. “Fine you win.” 

[yourgoldennotebook]

"Got the radio on, my old blue jeans and I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve," Taylor Swift sings on "A Place in This World," a self-penned coming-of-age anthem from her debut album due out this fall on Big Machine Records. It's an apt description of the enthusiastic, down-to-earth young woman, whose original compositions about teenage life brim with poignant honesty and an infectious spirit.

Just 16 years old, Taylor is at an age when most teenagers are only beginning to find their identity and lay tentative plans for the future. But there's never been much doubt in Taylor's mind about her calling. Growing up on a farm in Wyomissing, Pa., music was ever-present in her home. Inspired by her maternal grandmother, a professional opera singer, Taylor took up singing early in life. At 10, she began performing around town at karaoke contests, festivals and county fairs, and even recording rough demos at a studio. At 11, she performed the national anthem at a Philadelphia 76ers NBA game in front of thousands of fans.

But it wasn't until she picked up a guitar at 12 and learned to write her own songs that Taylor discovered how readily she could channel the turbulent emotions of growing up into her music. That year, she wrote "The Outside," a heartbreaking lament about loneliness. Before long, she was spending every available moment playing and writing. "I was playing four hours a day until my fingers were bleeding and my mom called me to dinner," she says.

No strangers to the music business, Taylor's family recognized both her talent and determination. They began taking regular trips to Nashville to shop her music around, and she began writing with local songwriters. After a few years, during which the family made the decision to move to nearby Hendersonville, Tenn., a showcase at the Bluebird Cafe caught the attention of music-industry veteran Scott Borchetta, who was planning to launch a new label. After meeting with Taylor, he knew she was one of the first artists he wanted to sign.

Since then, Taylor has pulled double duty as a straight-A high school student and full-fledged recording artist, a balancing act the teenager handles with grace. "I have tunnel vision as far as this goes," she says. "I can always keep my eyes on the goal." Still, she admits sheepishly, there are moments when songwriting inspiration strikes in the middle of a lecture, making concentration difficult. "If we had random notebook checks, my teachers might find biology notes, biology notes, then suddenly a bunch of lyrics," she laughs.

The songs Taylor scrawls in those spiral notebooks are bright, engaging melodies filled with all the ebullience and drama of adolescent life. In "Our Song," the narrator bemoans the fact she and her boyfriend don't share a sentimental tune, only to have him affectionately describe all the little moments that make their relationship special. "Our song is the way you laugh," he tells her.

Like all songwriters, Taylor is inspired by the life going on around her, and like any 16-year-old, she admits to a "fascination" with love. Thus, her classmates—her biggest fans, she says—often find themselves the subject of her songs. "They're all going to buy the album and have a little bit of a heart attack," she says with a grin.

A country superstar—and one of Taylor's greatest influences—was also surprised to find himself the subject of her debut single. A tender ballad, "Tim McGraw" describes the way music can evoke the sweetest of memories: "When you think Tim McGraw/I hope you think my favorite song/The one we danced to all night long."

Elsewhere on the album, Taylor tackles more serious issues. "Tied Together With a Smile," captures the fragile self-esteem of teenagers, inspired by girls Taylor has known through the years, including a beauty-pageant queen who suffered from an eating disorder: "Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty/Is the face in the mirror looking back at you." In the second verse, she laments lack of confidence sometimes leads girls her age to make hasty and reckless decisions about their relationships: "I guess it's true that love was all you wanted/'Cause you're givin' it away like it's extra change."

Such flashes of maturity give weight to songs that otherwise sparkle with the carefree joie de vivre of youth. Taylor admits her primary agenda with her music is to evoke a strong emotional response. "I want to make people feel things," she says simply.

As she prepares an album with that in mind, Taylor is careful not to let her "tunnel vision" keep her from enjoying every moment of her budding music career. "Everything about this business is exciting to me," she says, "whether it's putting on a pretty dress to go to an awards show, or putting on a sweatshirt to go into the studio to record."

"You only get so many firsts," she adds. "Every one is a blessing."

[sidneyb16]

EJ & Gina: The Proposal

Divider by @d-oie

Gina has been dreaming of her proposal & wedding her whole life, and EJ knows this

With Valentine’s Day coming up, EJ has been planning something special for Gina: a Sweethearts Dance with all of their friends and family

EJ makes 2 invitations: a dinner invitation for Gina and a party invitation for all of the guests

He then puts Gina’s invitation in an envelope and makes several invitations to the party for the guests (Ricky & Nini, Gina’s mom, Jamie, their high school friends, Ms. Jenn, Mr. Mazzarra, Gina’s dance class friends, EJ's college friends, Gina’s cheer team

He also makes SEVERAL purchases (that he can afford bc he's rich) for the party (karaoke machine, 360 photo booth, chocolate fountain, heart shaped disco ball, champagne tower, etc.)

EJ spends the day baking desserts for the party bc he's been secretly taking cooking classes (cupcakes, cookies, mini cakes, brownies, etc.)

The day of the party, EJ makes Gina breakfast in bed, they're talking then she sees this

After she said yes, he tells her that he wants to take her to a fancy date night at a party venue that they frequent, and he has some gifts that he wants to get her. She LOVES fancy dates and dressing up, so she can't wait.

Gina’s outfit btw:

She spends all day doing her hair and makeup, facetiming her friends who are acting super suspicious and giggling, Gina doesn't know why they're giggling or why they're facetiming her from an unknown location, but she's just rolling with it lol

Meanwhile, EJ goes to the same restaurant he told Gina he was taking her to drop off the desserts he made and start greeting guests as they arrived early to help.

Later that day, the two are in the car on their way to dinner and they're talking about everything they've been up to and all of their future plans for their house, careers, etc. Gina’s wearing a tennis necklace and bracelet that EJ got her and she's taking pictures as they're driving

When they get there, Gina and EJ walk into the venue, Gina expecting to see a romantic dinner set up or a picnic overlooking the city lights, but as soon as they step inside, BOOM!

Gina’s greeted by the loving smiles of all of hers and EJ's friends and family and she's FLOORED.

Gina LOVES big romantic gestures, so when she realizes that this big Valentine’s party was his idea, she's over the moon

The whole night she's hugging and catching up with her friends and family, then later in the night EJ invites her up to sing karaoke with him.

The two of them sing "Love Story (Taylor's Version) with all of their friends and family surrounding them on the heart shaped dance floor, then when the sing gets to "He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring" EJ gets on one knee and pulls out a STUNNING engagement ring and everyone loses their minds

Gina is inconsolable as she says yes and as EJ picks her up and spins her around in a hug and tear filled kiss, cold sparklers erupt from all four corners of the dance floor, balloons, confetti and a "She Said YES!" banner fall from the ceiling

Every moment of that night was perfect for Gina and thinks it couldn't get any better, and little does she know, EJ secretly worked with a professional photographer and videographer to capture the moment and he plays it during their wedding reception.

He also has the video and pictures made into one of those motion books and gave them to her for her birthday

[thefrathousesystem]

Y'know what gets me going still? The little fantasies I have of the justice league actually getting to know Batman as Bruce Wayne. Yeah they know him as billionaire Bruce Wayne, the man who does galas for charity and as Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham but just as himself? Pure gold. Like one time where Barry comes to visit and assumes that Bruce is going to be a professional-looking guy with an air of class around him, a bit snooty and uptight but what he doesn't expect is to see a tired as hell Bruce in his pink robe, half-asleep and actually allowing Barry to hug him. They spend some time chatting about small things, nothing business-wise or hero-wise, just things like 'how are things lately?' or 'see any good movies lately?' And with us being us, we headcanon that Bruce likes to overshare things he found out and Barry does that too so they both get excited over things they've read or watched or learned about. Best thought though? A sleepover with the Justice League. I know it sounds a bit weird and unheard of, and it was Oliver's idea disguised as a 'team building exercise'. While Bruce initially admitted that it was a stupid idea, stating blatantly that they're all adults and not teenagers, he gives in to it anyway because his kids heard the idea and agreed to it. He just so happens to like it too. Diana and Clark have heard of sleepovers and Clark has hosted a few with his kids and Bruce's kids, but he never attended one as a kid cause he was the weird kid with superpowers. Diana never attended one but has heard of them continuously throughout her life. What wasn't expected was to see Bruce hosting the sleepover at the manor, having a TON of popcorn made (that Jason helped making so Alfred wouldn't panic over the amount) and everyone having a good time while learning a bit more about him. Like how he likes buttery popcorn, singing a few songs with all his heart (thanks to his kids convincing him to bring out the karaoke machine) and genuinely liking to have fun. Surely the Superkids were there so somewhere during the night, they challenged the batfamily to a fort-building contest. Needless to say when your dad is also great at architecture, you make some pretty awesome forts with just wooden poles, blankets, pillows and some fairy lights. Best part of it? The time they all go to sleep. No one thought that in the batfamily, all of them are cuddlers. I mean ALL of them. Diana wasn't expecting most of the boys to sleep next to her or in a cuddle since most of them are huge fans of her. Barry managed to take a picture of Bruce and Clark cuddling before he got trapped in a hug by Hal (stfu we love flash x the green lantern here too) and everyone got to sleep happily. Yeh. Good thoughts.

[kick-a-long]

i fucking miss 2000s anime culture sometimes. there was so much dogshit and sexism and racism but at the same time there was so much more race and gender swapped character art and cosplay.

it wasn't a "thing" or a "statement" to show up at a con, it was the most exciting day of your damn life. it was a micro fandom with very little internet coordination. everything looked homemade, straight dudes would show up in handmade or borrowed dresses, no one ever argued about who could dress up as X, you have no idea of how much of a relief it was to just be surrounded by people who didn't look at you like a perv or freak. everyone was just so fucking hyped up to be in a space where you wouldn't get bullied.

you could let all the pent up excitement out from years of loving something and having nowhere else to put it that no one cared who you were outside a con or meet up. you could see movies that hadn't been rerecorded on VHS 50 times and the merch was stuff you could only get there and nowhere else because there was no amazon or ordering shit from a translated japanese website. there were no professional cosplayers like we have today, there were no brands or movie/tv booths, no cross promotion because even sci fi stuff saw anime as poison to a brand. there was a room with a cheap rented karaoke machine, a room with free loose unwrapped snacks in a bowl and no chairs, broken a/c, vhs and dvds with little to no explanation of what was on them or if it was a series or video, gore and sex were everywhere because there were no brands, and no one brought kids unless the kid was the one bringing them. i miss being in a space where shit could be objectionable and edgy and shitty and embarrassing because no one was posting pictures anywhere, we didn't even have facebook for the next 4-7 years.

i guess i just miss shitty casual stuff. i want to go to more events with less polish on them. i at least want the option here and there.