[oxycontin-captain-a]

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ || ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ || ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴜʀʟʏ (ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴏʀɢᴀɴ’ꜱ ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴡᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ)

-ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ (ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ)

-𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

-𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗜𝗢

-𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗟𝗧. 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗦

-𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗕𝗢𝗫

-𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗠𝗜𝗧

𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘠 𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎!

[oxycontin-captain-a]

"Hey Oxy, it's Neon. I'm a bit indisposed of at the minute, will you come tell Cosmo not everyone hates him?"

- @neoninspace

[Not forcing BTW, only if you feel up for it!]

“Neon? What—WHO’S BLOODY BITCHING ON COSMO?? I HAVE CORPORATE ACCESS TO A GUN, AND I WILL USE IT.”

[jkmc]

cuz i love them

[utility-room]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 ▪ @oxycontin-captain

The bar is filled with an astringent incense — stale beer, cigarette smoke, and sweat singe their nostrils beneath the blanket of antiperspirant and perfume. As if the air wasn't dense enough, voices clamored over one another, like sardines trying to make themselves heard while packed in oil, and their collective body heat made the miasma worse; despite the two-stories, both floors got unbearably hot and stuffy before the height of the evening. It made Jim and Curly's skin stick together briefly as the later playfully nudged his friend, egging him on. Dark eyes roll languidly to meet Curly's gaze, chin pushing deeper into the cradle of his palm. For a moment, Jimmy just stares back, fingertips drumming against the rim of an empty pint; TV screens flash, cheering and shouts of contempt erupt throughout the bar as an announcer called the score, but he doesn't break eye-contact.

❝ ... Got nothing to say, ❞ After a while, he shrugs, before reaching over the slew grease-soaked napkins to pluck a fry from one of Curly's baskets, ❝ Just the same old shit. ❞ By ❛ same old shit ❜, Jimmy truly meant his usual wallowing: ❛ Nothing's going to change. Life's miserable, work's miserable. I can't get my footing no matter what I do — the world keeps kicking me down before I have the chance to get back up. I'm pretty sure it likes it, kicking the ever-living shit out of me all the goddamned time ... ❜ It's a rotten, abscessed conversation, like teeth he needed professionally extracted; his mouth reeked of vitriol when he spoke. Why seek a professional though, when you've got an unconditional friend ?

❝ That's it, end of conversation, ❞ A sigh, the sort meant to cut through all other suffering, for his was the greatest, but despite the raw edge to it Jimmy maintains a veneer of apathy. His half-lidded expression says: You already know what the problem is, ❝ If you want another, we'll need more chips and beer. ❞

[oxycontin-captain-a]

In stark contrast to Jimmy’s detached demeanor, Curly was an open book of empathy, his light eyes softened with genuine concern. As the low neon hum of the bar sign buzzed above them, Curly’s fingers traced idle patterns on the rim of his glass before nudging the plate of fries closer. His lips curled into a subtle, teasing smile, a warmth that stood at odds with the cold metallic walls of the station’s makeshift cantina. He inhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling as if absorbing the unspoken tension. A quiet chuckle, almost lost beneath the dim chatter of other patrons, broke free—a sound as fleeting as it was earnest. Curly’s gaze danced from the fries to Jimmy’s brooding eyes, his posture unguarded yet purposeful.

“Talking’s good for the healing, Jim,” he said, voice low but resonant. “Call me a pushover, but that’s straight from the mouth of my psychologist.” He leaned back slightly, the soft glow of the overhead lights catching the faint lines of fatigue etched into his face. Space's harsh reality—its oppressive isolation, claustrophobic confines, and the toll of microgravity on the body—had earned him a seat in a local therapy program, one of the few perks of his captain’s benefits. He shrugged, as if to say, What can you do? and tilted his head, amusement glimmering in his eyes. "Still not enough to sway you, huh? Fine."

Curly's elbows dropped onto the polished bar top with a muffled thud, and he folded his arms as another laugh, warm and genuine, escaped him. "One more round, on me," he offered, his tone both playful and coaxing. "If a drink loosens that iron grip on your tongue, I’ll empty my wallet, no questions asked."

[oxycontin-captain-a]

//You know what? I’m creating a google doc so that I can get all of these Tulpar’s right!

MASTER TULPAR DOCUMENT!!

I’m gonna send the doc out soon, dw! I just need everyone to reply with their Tulpar crew and their crew’s @‘s! Also your character’s differential nickname, if you have one.

if you don’t have a Tulpar, say so! Maybe we can get you on one, and you can make new friends! We’re all in this together! No stragglers!

Reblog this so that it can reach ALL OF THE MULTIVERSE!!

[oxycontin-captain-a]

//ALSO, BY CREW, I MEAN EVERYONE!! EVEN OCS!!! If an OC is on your ship per your canon, include them!!

[oxycontin-captain-a]

//You know what? I’m creating a google doc so that I can get all of these Tulpar’s right!

MASTER TULPAR DOCUMENT!!

I’m gonna send the doc out soon, dw! I just need everyone to reply with their Tulpar crew and their crew’s @‘s! Also your character’s differential nickname, if you have one.

if you don’t have a Tulpar, say so! Maybe we can get you on one, and you can make new friends! We’re all in this together! No stragglers!

Reblog this so that it can reach ALL OF THE MULTIVERSE!!

[oxycontin-captain-a]

what position is your muse's favorite? Why?

He wants what his partner wants.

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(the lotus)

[oxycontin-captain-a]

how do they go about hitting one someone?

So much smiling.

If you think he grins at you now, you’ve got another thing coming. When Curly likes you, he does all sorts of smiling—flattered, fond, nervous, flirty…he also leans in, and dares to challenge proximity. He invites you to the cockpit and shows you around. He winks at you. A LOT.

Best of all? He does anything you ask, simply because he wants you to like him back.

Prince Charming, if you will :-)

[oxycontin-captain-a]

'm sorry for being awkward... you're very handsome... I like you a lot... (Actively hiding under a blanket.)

The Captain isn’t quick to anger, or even shock—he simply stares, wide-eyed.

And then he smiles.

“I’m sure we could pick up some coffee together, if you’re interested. The least I could do is get to know you.”

[boldmuppetbastard]

Check this out Captain

[jimmy-moron]

Had Jimmy been angry at him lately? Curly hated when Jimmy avoided him—they were friends! They didn’t need to fight, right?

Good thing they both met up in the cockpit early this morning.

“Hey…” Curly stepped closer, his voice softening. “You okay? I know I’ve been caught up with all this ship nonsense lately, but you know it’s just work, right? Only work. I’m here now.” He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jimmy’s arm. “Whatever’s got you worked up lately, we’ll sort it out. You and me, like always.”

//time to mansplain manipulate manwhore our way into this one!!

Snarling teeth meet gentle palms . Like a dog biting the owner which feeds it .

It had been building up for almost a week now . Jimmy ignoring Curly, his festering rage, his freak outs, his senseless panic everytime he was alone .

Jimmy slapped Curly's hand away with a growl, shoving his face into the other man's with a snort, " You're here now ? What does that matter, Curly ? I'm sick of you finding any reason to leave, and the others are always trying to find the next reason to drag you away ! It feels like you're all planning this shit behind me or something, " he snaps out with a nasty sneer, turning away as his arms cross quickly . Nails dug into his arms through his sleeves, teeth grinding into his upper lip as he rolled his head back, " I know Swansea fuckin' hates me, Anya has no care in the world about me, and Daisuke listens to everything those two say, " his voice dropped from a moderate shout to a dangerous grumble, eyes shifting back and forth nervously as he examined the many, many lights of the room .

It reminded him of eyes .

He whipped back around, reaching for Curly before stopping abruptly to throw his hands down to his sides, fingers curled aggressively, " If we're a team, and you want to work together, it has to be together . Stop putting me aside for them, I'm your co-pilot for fuck's sake ! "

[oxycontin-captain-a]

Curly froze, shoulders stiffening instinctively at the accusation. His hand hovered mid-air, suspended between reaching out and drawing back as his eyes searched Jimmy’s, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. His breath came shallow, caught in his chest as he scrambled for the right words.

“No, Jim… I haven’t been avoiding you,” he managed, voice strained but steady. “And I don’t know where you got the idea that we’re all conspiring or… or leaving you out.” His words tumbled over each other, reaching for a calm that he was quickly losing.

He hesitated, his hand drifting forward toward Jimmy’s shoulder, then faltering as he remembered the way it was slapped away before. An uneasy knot tightened in his stomach, and he swallowed, trying to ignore the chill that ran down his spine. “You’re right. We’re a team,” he said, forcing his voice gentle, steady. “So, if I’ve let you down somehow… tell me. Let me make this up to you.”

[jimmy-moron]

Jimmy turned away a second time, hiding his face from Curly as he let out a frustrated shout, throwing his hands up to roughly shake at the tension in his hands . He wanted to hit something, and hell, hitting his amazing captain would be amazing right now, but his job and friendship was more important than letting out anger . Maybe . He could also just go back to jail, live his pitiful life at the very bottom all over again all over a single punch .

Unless Curly didn't tell .

He tried to ignore that tempting thought, biting his knuckle sharply as he paced the room, " You're just saying whatever random bullshit you have to calm me down, " he hisses .

He was trying to resist the urge to listen, to calm down, to give his usual half-assed not-an-apology-but-it-is-to-him . A part of him wanted to pull him in, hug him tight, feel his body and know Jimmy is alive because Curly is alive . A part of him also wanted to tear Curly apart .

" Fuck, Curly . Fucking hell, " he murmurs to himself, moving his hand from his face to quickly crack his knuckles, " You just have everything all put together, don't you ? " he slid a hand through his hair before sucking in a deep breath, " I'm the one who's out of turn, aren't I ? It's always me who overreacts, isn't that right ? " he continued his restless pacing, refusing to meet the man's eyes .

[oxycontin-captain-a]

“No, Jim,” Curly said softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “It’s not just bullshit. I swear to you, it’s not.” He shifted, stepping forward but stopping short of closing the distance. He wanted to bridge the gap, but he knew better than to push too hard right now. “I don’t have everything put together. You think I do, but I don’t. I’m just trying to keep us afloat.”

He drew in a deep breath, watching Jimmy’s pacing and the way the tension rippled through him. He hated this. Curly truly hated this in his gut—but leaving wouldn’t be beneficial to either of them. He hated the situation, not Jimmy.

His voice dropped lower, softer, as he laid a gentle hand on Jimmy’s forearm. “Seriously, Jim. It’s early. I’m not even on the clock. What can I do for you, right now, that can make it up to you?”

[oxycontin-captain-a]

*leans closer with flirty expression. Hot breath brushing against Curlys ear*

I want to make out with you...

*they whisper*

...THAN BITE YOUR YOU TOUNGLE OUT AND NOM NOM NOM

*giggles. Still flirty expression. Wth.*

- 🖤

The captain seems heavily disturbed.

“I think…uh…I’m gonna file a report to HR.”

[oxycontin-captain-a]

"Kiss me pretty boy!! or dont. up to you."

Curly blinks.

and then he blinks again.

“…”

“I DONT KNOW YOU???”

[oxycontin-captain-a]

rank who he'd wanna fuck on the Tulpar and why! most to least >:D

Jimmy. Total possibility.

Anya. Not a possibility. She’s been through too much, and whatever happened between them would have to wait for Anya’s healing above all else if at all.

Swansea. Not a possibility. He’s like a wine uncle to Curly. Very familial.

Daisuke. Not a possibility. He’s faaaar too young. Curly wouldn’t feel comfortable.

Polle. What the fuck?

[oxycontin-captain-a]

does curly have any kinks that might be considered unconventional?

Unconventional? Not really. If you compliment him on how he’s doing, he gets really smiley and kind of burns up.

So praise absolutely turns him on.

[oxycontin-captain-a]

what is your muse's chosen safeword? Have they ever used it?

When something went wrong, Curly would simply say ‘stop, that hurts.’

Nowadays, it’s simply “Jimmy, stop, that hurts.”

[curly-capt]

You might be my favourite curly from them all :33

Awh, thank you!

Personally, my favorite Curly is @oxycontin-captain ! He's kinda like.. a weird older brother, I guess?

Hi, Oxy!

[oxycontin-captain-a]

“Eh…? Hell, Cosmo! You flatter me.” He laughs jauntily. “You’re my favorite Curly too, mate. I’ve never had a younger brother before!”