Just wanted to say I love your makeovers!! Like I'm of the opinion that anyone can do whatever they want with their game and the characters in them. But I love how I can tell who is who with your makeovers. Like you've kept parts of THEM you know? Anyways they're gorgeous 🥰
wow thank you so much for your super sweet comment! <3
i think what's keeping the makeovers fun for me is the challenge of trying to keep the ~essence~ of the character. some of them i keep closer to the originals than others, but i do make it a point to maintain their skintones, eye colors, and body shapes!!
Thank you all for the continued and generous support over the years, throughout my ups and downs as a writer and as someone who loves Granblue <3 I spoke a little bit about it on my main blog (which you should say hi! I talk a lot more there ^^) but genuinely, thank you.
Happy MullinRackam day to all that celebrate!!
Mullin leaned against Rackam, their arms intertwined with each other as they stepped out onto the deck of the Grandcypher. Transformed within the past three weeks, the mighty airship vessel had settled into her new role as a party venue, complete with a refreshments table and a live band. (Aoidos would have found a way to set up music even if he hadn't been asked to).
Delicate string lights were wrapped around the ship's rails - flowering vines continued up the sides and around ropes. The deck was lively, a backdrop of a sunset against the picturesque scene. Mullin gently squeezed Rackam's arm - their nerves starting to waver.
He smiled in response, and that seemed to help.
Rackam leaned in just enough so Mullin could hear him over the conversation of the party guests: "They really went all out, huh?"
The captain nodded in agreement, a tinge of embarrassment covering their face. My family acts like this every year, but this…
"...I think we should just go to a restaurant next year."
"It's not too late to turn around, y’know? Call out sick." The helmsman replied, his tone light. "I'll tell everyone you have a sudden and horrible cold."
"Wouldn't that make them worry more?" Mullin replied, shifting their weight against their heels. They suddenly felt very awkward and exposed in their black dress, and desperately wanted to disappear. Rackam just pulled them a bit tighter against his side.
"It'll be alright, yeah? It's a party for us. Everyone will understand if we want to leave early."
Mullin relaxed a little, but their anxiety still lingered: "If you say so…"
"Mullin, Rackam! You made it!" Djeeta's cheerful voice rang across the deck, and Rackam tried not to laugh.
"Right on cue."
"Hush," Mullin nudged Rackam in the side, and the couple broke from their intertwined pose. Djeeta waved. Her heels clicked against the wooden panel of the Grandcypher as she ran over, her own dress flowing behind her.
"Io did such a good job on your dress, Mullin!" She practically landed in her siblings' arms, pulling Mullin into a hug that they warmly returned.
"She did. I can see she dressed you up nicely as well. Any particular reason?"
"Oh, um, well…" Djeeta looked away, suddenly a little fidgety. She played with her hair, tucking it behind her ear, then pulled Mullin in closer - as if making sure Rackam wouldn't overhear: "I… actually invited Seofon tonight. I wanted to talk to him. Do you think he'll like it?"
"Oh!" Mullin blinked a couple of times. Well, that makes absolute sense. She's been pushing herself harder and harder lately, and if it's to try and keep up with an Eternal then I think I understand. An image of Seofon and Djeeta standing side by side flashes in Mullin's mind, and their mouth twitches a little. Somewhat.
"Djeeta, dear, you look absolutely stunning." They say instead, smiling at their younger sister. "Pink has always suited you. Don't fret too much about that, okay?"
"Says you," Rackam chimes in, and Mullin has to stop themself from punching their husband. Out of love, of course.
"If you're going to comment like that the whole night, I want a divorce." Mullin says, and Djeeta giggles. Good. She's more relaxed now.
"Aw, you think you can get out of this." Rackam shoots back, and snakes his arm around Mullin's waist. "I drove this ship through hell for you, I can do it again."
"Ew, gross. Don't flirt in front of me." Djeeta waves her hands in front of her face, and Mullin can't help but giggle as well.
"So you'll leave to talk to Seofon if we keep flirting, is that what I'm hearing?"
"Oh- ugh- no!" Djeeta's face goes red, and she turns away from them. "Okay, goodbye, I'm gonna find Gran and we're going to drink half the bar without you."
Mullin smiles, and leans their head against Rackam: "Have fun. Tell Gran and Percival I said hi."
Djeeta huffs a little - heels clicking in indignation that will last all of five minutes - and she quickly finds her brother to complain with. Mullin and Rackam exchange a soft look before continuing their tour of the party and its guests.
Io, Rosetta, Eugen, Katalina, Vira - there were almost too many to count. Mullin spotted Lyria with Aoidos in her Doss outfit, and tried very hard to remain calm and not sweep the poor girl off her feet because of how cute she looked. Drinks were handed to Rackam, then passed to Mullin, back to Rackam - the whole crew was abuzz with energy.
Soon enough, a plate with a slice of cake was handed Mullin's way. It had a thick layer of chocolate icing, and chocolate cake crumbs peeked their way through the frosting layers. The plate belonged to Lowain, who held it out expectantly - Elsam and Tomoi at either side of the head chef.
"Yo, Captain!"
"My man!"
"The best boss!"
"Lowain, Elsam, Tomoi." Mullin greeted them all in turn, and took the plate and fork that were ceremonially handed to them. "What is this?"
"Weeellll," Lowain began, looking to the others for backup, "Y'see, we had a little insider info happenin' in our kitchen a week or so back."
"Yeah, totes on the DL," Tomoi continued, "Our super anonymous source told us that our favorite captain-"
"Your only captain," Mullin reminded him with a soft smile. They picked up the fork, twirling it in their fingers.
"-The best and only captain had a sweet tooth. And their fave is chocolate." Tomoi grinned in response.
"Man, you would not believe our luck! We had a stash of chocolate from Chocolae Island left from this year's vday fiasco." Elsam finished with a wink. "Try it, we worked hard."
"Okay, okay, alright." Mullin laughed and took a bite, the soft cake giving way to a delightful mix of flavor in their mouth: "Oh! Is this-?"
"Sandy's secret caramel recipe that he won't share? Oh, yeah, it totally is." Lowain high-fived his bros, and Mullin tried very hard to retain a straight face. They took another bite of the cake.
"It's absolutely wonderful. Thank you very much." They tilted their head downwards in thanks, and the masterminds of the kitchen whooped in response.
"Oh yeah, that's how it's done, bros! Charm the captain, earn our bonus!" Tomoi cheered. Lowain slung an arm around each of them.
"Shall we go enjoy our evening, now that our work is done?"
"Abso-effing-lutely." Elsam voiced what the three were thinking, and as soon as they arrived, they were gone.
As soon as the trio left, Mullin immediately spun on their heel to point an accusatory gaze towards Rackam, who had conveniently made his escape from the conversation until now.
"And why does Lowain know I like chocolate with caramel?" Mullin asked, pointing their fork menacingly in Rackam's direction. The helmsman paused, trying to form a response.
"Maybe he's just that good of a chef, and knows what each crew member likes?"
Mullin raised an eyebrow. Rackam cleared his throat, and tried to look away: "...Or maybe your caring and thoughtful husband told him?"
Mullin held his gaze for a moment, before they took another bite of cake: "Mm. I'll let it slide, this time."
"So chocolate was the right choice."
"Don't make me regret my decision, helmsman."
"Alright, alright," Rackam chuckled, and held out his hand. "Would you want to dance? Aoidos told me his next set has Selfira and Elta joining in."
Mullin flushed a little at the sudden proposition: "You don’t like dancing."
"What, I can't try something new?"
"Hmm… you might have to convince me." There is a playfulness to their voice; a quiet invitation. "Why would I want to dance with you?"
Rackam's gaze shifted from genuine to something a bit more mischievous: "Because I'm your husband?"
"More." Mullin takes his hand, their fingers sliding against his own. He gently pulls their hand up towards his face - pressing a kiss against the back of it before taking a step closer. (He also took their plate away, much to their disappointment. They'll find the cake tray later…)
"Because I'm your husband, and one of the best pilots in the skies."
"Mm. A little more."
"You're enjoying this."
"Maybe," they admit, "A little more, please."
Rackam sighs affectionately, pulling them into an embrace and resting his other hand on their hip.
"I'm your husband, and I'm about to make myself look like an idiot trying to dance with the most beautiful person I know. Is that better?"
Mullin tilts their head and pretends to think about it for a moment, before they laugh and pull him into a more secluded area of the deck so they can dance.
A minute or so into the song, and shoes being stepped on multiple times, Rackam gestures over to another part of the ship: "Ten o'clock, your sister. And her boyfriend."
Mullin glanced over their shoulder in the direction he was pointing in, a small frown appearing on their face for the first time that evening.
"...No, not boyfriend."
"Woah, really? I thought they were totally a thing."
"No, he doesn't have the guts." Mullin tries to hold back on their displeasure, but Rackam easily smoothes their metaphorical feathers down.
"Easy, easy. Geez, and I thought Percival had to work for your trust…" he murmured, and the captain shook their head.
"Percival was upfront. Seofon is… he's hiding something. That bothers me."
Rackam nodded in agreement, "I get it, but don't take it out on him. I think he's trying."
Mullin makes a noise of displeasure, and Rackam quickly redirects their attention as another song begins to play.
"Hey, so where's Orologia? Didn't you invite them?"
"Oh…" Mullin bites at their lip slightly, "They said they were busy, unfortunately. I just think they don't really want to see me, because of…" they wave their hand, "everything. Which I get, but…"
Rackam encourages them to continue: "But…?"
The captain looks away, a little frustrated and a bit embarrassed all at once.
"I… would've liked them to be here. As… a parent, in some roundabout way."
"Ah, yeah. That's tough." Rackam rubs circles into their back with his hand, a gesture that makes them lean into his touch.
"Hm," They replied, and idly thought of a few different ways they could use his tie to bind his wrists together later. As a distraction.
"Almost forgot- are you okay with doing a stop at Golonzo later?" Rackam asked, running a hand through his hair. "I wanted to get some fresh eyes to look at her new paint job, maybe do a few quick checks."
"Uh? Sure, not a problem." Mullin replied, quickly brushing away any intrusive thoughts as they returned to the conversation at hand. Keep it together.
"Great! Yeah, Noa and I were just talking about- hey, are you even listenin'?" Rackam asked.
"Of course, I was just… momentarily distracted," They smiled. "What did you talk about?"
Rackam's eyes light up, and he immediately goes into an explanation of wind currents and with the changing of the seasons, the sails need to be reinforced, as well as some parts need replacing for the colder weather, and- well, Mullin just focuses on the way his hands move as he talks for the most part. They've heard it all before - not that it makes the information any less valuable, just…
"Rackam."
"-and I want to try a new type of weathering this year- ah? Yeah?" He pauses, looking back over at his partner.
Mullin doesn't hide their smile this time as they reach up to pull him down by his tie once more, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"I think I do want to leave a bit early. You'll make up an excuse, right?"
The helmsman laughs for about the millionth time that evening, delighted to share even just a bit of time with the captain: "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you'd like."
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