#hailmry

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking || @earthslastchance

Apparently, Stratt had opted for top-shelf alcohol when supplying them. The Boukha from her stash they drank last night hit her harder than any she had ever drunk before. Her eyelids drag across her cornea like sandpaper as consciousness comes back to her. The scientist's body aches all over, but mostly her back, as she uncurls herself from the floor.

"Oh, good. Grace-mate, awake."

Zu'elah nearly jumps out of her skin, twisting her upper body, finding Rocky across the room. A wave of nausea passes over her as she moves, resulting in a soft groan escaping her lips. Her hand comes up to press at her eyes. Grace-mate, wha-

Oh God.

Glancing down at the ring finger on her left hand, she sees the xenonite ring Rocky had crafted for the two of them. The events rush back, sloppily and disjointedly, like waking up from a coma. Celebrating, drinking, one thing led to another, and, well, at least Rocky was here to watch over them so they didn't accidentally launch themselves out of the airlock.

"You married us?" the woman exclaims a little too loudly, throwing her hands up in the air. A groan from behind her sounds out, and once again she whirls around, a hand going up to her temple. When the hell did he get there?

Behind her, as if they had fallen asleep spooning, Ryland is blinking up at her, looking just as bad as she feels, possibly worse. A blush arises on her cheeks. Damn, even impossibly hungover, he looks beautiful. Her eyes catch on the ring on his hand, resting near his head; she glances away quickly to Rocky, then back to Ryland out of guilt.

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Perhaps she's a bit aggressive with her approach. But the wormhole that they're next to has her scared halfway to next Tuesday, so yeah, she may have resorted to old tactics.

The Lightning is left behind as she boards the strange ship. She wants answers, and she wants them now. Wormholes like this don't appear out of thin air, or at least... it feels like it would be a big deal if they were right next to a karking hyperlane. So either she's been pulled off course, or some crazy jetii osik has happened.

The man squeaks as she easily pins him to the wall, despite the zero-gravity, aided by her magboots. Her blaster at the ready, helmet glaring down at him and already scanning the ship around her. She doesn't recognize the written language, but as he speaks, she can at least understand him.

"Did you do this?" Zu'elah grits out, the modulator on her helmet doing most of the work, being intimidating. She knows of the Nihil's tactics, and this is just that. Gloved fingers curl around his shirt, and that's when she realizes how soft he looks. This guy looks more like the academics back on Naboo than a pirate or a raider. Her grip falters as she looks him over, the confusion showing itself in her body language.

❝Looks like a tornado hit a hardware store.❞ Will's mouth twitched, which was about as close to a smile as most people ever got from him. The enthusiasm that Ryland had for his kids was endearing. He didn't mind helping him build whatever contraption or diorama that he thought was necessary for his lesson. It looked like he might've needed it. He crouched beside the scattered pieces without waiting for an invitation, automatically beginning to sort screws from bolts into neat little piles.

“I know that everyone is focused on the uh… the whole part of uh, our whole ecosystem changing, and that’s important! Very important! But have you ever thought about all the other stuff that could be done with astrophage?”

Peter just can’t help it. There was something kind of amazing about being a part of this team, and it meant his brain was moving constantly. Usually, there was plenty of shit to do, but this was a rare, quiet moment. His mind did not get quiet, though.

"You must be the specialist they mentioned they were going to bring....someone to study what should be....impossible."

Kage steps away from the chair he had once been chained to to approach multi-layered ballistic glass almost a foot apart. They probably called him a specimen. an anomaly, not a seemingly ordinary man.

"I'd shake your hand....but that's a little hard to do. You look...young."

   "" DUDE ! ""   johanna shouts as well , her expression saying everything .   "" you don't just ––– you don't sneak up on people like that ! holy shit ! ""   she is too young to be having a heart attack ! thanks !

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon (as in, yes, but for now the rangy expressive teacher is just tasty eye-candy he glimpses from time to time)

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love👀👀👀 (please I need more of these ❛ships❜ | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) (hm... We can see if they even have chemistry first? As I said, for now Ryland is just a tasty treat to look at unless you count that other scene.

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (Or, unlisted option: Just flail at each other from afar 😅)

@hailmry

Her response was something of a non-committal grunt. A yes, maybe, sort of-kind of that indicated, to anyone not looking, Darcy wasn't paying attention.

She had her phone propped up on a thigh, the leg bent at the knee and sole of her heel pressed against the edge of one of the tables in the lounge. This allowed her to rock and tip on the back legs of the chair just enough to be a potential accident if she wasn't careful.

How Darcy went from engaging in conversation, starting it even, to distracted by something on her screen was almost impressive. Especially when she slipped right back into the conversation like she hadn't just been ignoring him at all.

"Oh, yeah, you're pretty much the work crush of all the sixth grade teachers. It's incredibly inappropriate the shit they say at happy hour after work," she dropped her foot, the heel thwacking against the ground with the two front legs of the chair.

Darcy was grinning.

"Yep. Wanna take the class together?"

She was the fresh meat, the new kid on the block, the young (ish, was thirty that young?), new teacher that had been previously a popular sub who had finally caved to an offer for something more permanent. It was a wonder the others even let her come out with them, only she offered to pay and... well.

Money talked.

He had been one of the few fellow educators she had yet to rub elbows with, but Darcy knew some of his story. There was a reason she was teaching journalism, though with her skillset she could maybe have a career in private investigating.