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Sugar Rush Legacy (Sims 4)

A legacy challenge based on candy from around the world! (Well, more like from 14 countries. I'm doing my best) Candy is sweet, sour, bitter, fruity, sometimes salty! The only thing you can find in common across all candy? Too much can be detrimental to your health! Will you lead your sims down a healthy path, or will this legacy end up rotting?

this is still a work in progress and being beta tested. generation 1 will be posted for anyone who wants to play, but i cant guarantee how playable it is yet

Trigger Warnings: This legacy will cover heavy topics, including but not limited to: abuse, unwanted children, terrorism, more to be added. Recommended Mods: Messy Relationships Petty Exes Wonderful Whims (or wicked, whatever floats your boat) Miscarriages Romantically Abusive Basemental Drugs Extreme Violence + Lifes Tragedies again, this is still a wip and actively being beta tested. ill update if i find more or one doesnt work well

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i made mcu ocs. my boyfriend has been making me watch every mcu movie and it was inevitable.

also i saw thunderbolts*

also i want to write again

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A Very Ethoslab Christmas

sorry im late im actually busy this year! crazy i know

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

Sick/injury for Cletho

Mercenary AU

"Stop moving around, you'll make it worse."

Grian didn't always live with Cleo and Etho on the farm. In fact, Etho built the farm himself and lived alone for a year before Cleo found him.

Their first meeting was a time to be remembered. Most of his life was quiet. He could do everything he needed to by himself, there wasn't too many crops or animals to take care of. Scar didn't have much traffic at Trader Scar's and would do special deliveries to the farm for a few extra coins or anything cool Etho had found. The whole town was a bit empty, they were all people who had lived in the city before being shunned for their inhumanity- or any other reason the people could find.

He had bought out a lot of the forest near his farm with his mysterious wealth. He put up fencing and signs to keep other people out, protecting not only himself and his livestock but also the other outcasts in the town. Still, hunters would get over the fence easily and set up camp.

There was plenty of forest that he didn't own, so he never understood why until he was hunted.

It was daytime, and not even the daytime where a full moon would rise at night. Etho was entirely human, having yet to become a werewolf. He was walking in the forest, collecting berries and looking for any animals who became the hunter's toy overnight. If he could not save them, then he would at least make sure their bodies wouldn't go to waste.

Etho heard ruffling and the sound of a twig breaking somewhere near him. He turned his upper body towards the sound and-

BANG!

BANG!

Two shots rang out, hitting him in the side and near his collarbone. The shock kept him standing as the hunters fled, snickering to themselves. He heard more movement from elsewhere, but his knees gave out underneath him and he crumpled. The pain set in all at once and Etho held his hand over his side. He took in panicked breaths as he watched blood fall from the gunshot near his shoulder.

"Shit! Hey, are you alive still?" A voice rang out.

He turned his head to see what looked like a human to him. He could barely make out stitches through his blurred vision. He tried to stand up but the zombie pushed him back down.

"Trust me or you'll die." The zombie said as they took his coat off of him.

He fidgeted around, mumbling incoherently. His movements got harsher when he saw them take a knife out.

"Stop moving around! You'll make it worse." They scolded him.

They used the knife to cut up his coat and make crude bandaging with it.

"All right, this should be good for now. Let's get you to Scott, he can heal it." They stood up and offered a hand to him.

They pulled him up and draped one of his arms over their shoulder. They walked slowly with him, careful of his wounds. Etho cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Cleo. I just got reanimated." They answered.

"Oh. I'm Etho."

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A very Ethoslab Christmas

remember my 12 days of christmas from last year? well im doing it again but its only traffic!etho pairings cz im very obsessed w him rn. also started a day late so day 12 will be after christmas. also posting this on my phone so kinda scuffed

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

Crack for T.I.E.S

Past Street Life AU (meaning the same au the Jimmy/Mumbo confession and Cletho crack is from, but while etho is still in college)

"Hey [name]?"

"Yeah?"

"Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?"

"Where's [name]?"

There was not enough hours in the day for Etho to get everything done that he needed. Of course, the tasks by themself wouldn't take that long. But the rest of his team for the group project did not want to focus.

"Come on, Etho, we've still got two weeks!" Impulse tried to pull him away from the computer.

"You three may not have a load of other projects to do, but I do!" Etho grumbled in return.

"You've been working on this for hours. Skizz and Tango brought you lunch an hour ago, and it's still sitting here, untouched! At least eat it."

Etho sighed and saved the presentation. He pushed his chair away from the table and picked up the food. It was take-out from a nearby Chinese restaurant, and it definitely wasn't going to taste good cold.

"If you ate when they got it, it would be warm still." Impulse said.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Etho stood up from the chair and turned towards the cupboards.

They had decided to work on the project at Skizz's apartment this time since he had much more room. Tango and Skizz were working on the 3D model part when something went wrong and caused a mess on both of them. They had went to clean up not that long ago but it would likely take a while to get all the paint off.

Etho put the lo mein in a microwave safe bowl, giving it a little mix before putting it in the microwave.

"Skizz and Tango have been pretty quiet." Impulse pointed out.

"Well, they're just cleaning. How loud could it get?" Etho leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.

"It's Skizz and Tango, Etho. Anything they do can get loud."

Etho rolled his eyes, and the microwave beeped. He took the dish out, mixing it up a bit more and sitting back at the table with it. He looked over everything they had already finished for the project. It was a lot more than he thought- he must have been too focused on the presentation part. They could be done for the day.

He started eating the lo mein, a little disappointed with the reheated taste. Impulse took the laptop and started looking over the presentation, correcting spelling and grammar.

Etho had only got about halfway through the lo mein before Skizz finally reappeared, soaked and shirtless.

"Hey Etho?"

"Yeah?" Etho answered through another mouthful of sad lo mein.

"Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?" Skizz asked him.

Impulse's head whipped over to look at him. The missing presence suddenly became all too heavy as the question registered in Etho's head.

"Where's Tango?"

"Definitely not in the washing machine." Skizz laughed.

Impulse stood up so fast his chair fell over and he bolted to the laundry room. Etho was quick to follow, though with much more grace. It was quiet in the laundry room. Well, as quiet as it could be with the washing machine running and loud thumping coming from inside.

"Tango??" Impulse called out, hurriedly opening the washing machine.

The blonde popped out, soaking and soapy. His coughs were mixed with laughter and bubbles.

"How- how?? I know he's short, but how did you get him in there?" Etho asked Skizz in an astonished tone.

"It wasn't too hard..."

"You broke the washing machine! The inside part it- well it's not inside!" Impulse yelled.

Etho looked in the washing machine, nudging the bubbling Tango out of the way.

"Where is the spinning part?" Etho asked again.

Skizz didn't answer, too busy bent over laughing.

"The dryer???" Impulse pulled the agitator out of the dryer.

Etho had no words. Or maybe he had too many words and couldn't decide what to ask. Skizz and Tango were both sobbing from laughter while Impulse couldn't tell how to feel.

"How did you get this out?" Impulse asked. "Is this why you were so quiet?"

"Why did you put Tango in the washing machine?" Etho asked right after him.

"Efficiency. Clean his clothes and himself at the same time." Skizz answered.

"There is a shower! For a reason!" Impulse hit him in the head with the agitator.

"Well, Skizz was already gonna try the shower." Tango finally spoke.

"...How long were you in the washing machine?" Etho asked, only to be met with silence.

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joel walks in with a whole ass fucking CAR. everyone else is like ??? what the hell are you doing and he just goes "FAMILY."

(will actually write joels entry at some point but heres a funny lil bit)

Part 1

Scott and Grian have fallen asleep against each other, trying to conserve heat. It's not as bad as when the place first chilled, but it is still cold. The faint sound of water flowing wakes Grian up, and Grian's movement wakes Scott up. On the wall with the entryway, on the opposite side of Pearl, there's a small bit of water that seems to flow under the wall and resembles the shore. The walls have changed from the cobblestone into something that resembles the seaside. The air is still cold and the sun is still high, but it's obvious this means there's a new winner.

Martyn walks in, covered in coral and seaweed and tossing an empty hourglass up in the air before catching it. He has a triumphant smile on his face that only gets wider when he sees Scott.

"Sorry for killin' ya, Scott! Y'know how it is." Martyn sits next to him and throws his arm over Scott's shoulders.

He doesn't process that it's not his Scott until he sees the confusion on his face. His smile falters and he immediately takes his arm off.

"Sorry! Forgot, yer not my Scott." Martyn brushes it off with a laugh.

Pearl perks up, looking like a lightbulb just went off in her head.

"Oh... I should've realized that when you looked happy to see me."

"Huh?" Martyn's the first to question it.

"I didn't realize he wasn't... y'know, my Scott." She looks a little guilty.

"Oh, yeah, no, this isn't that guy. Yer Last Life Scott, aren't ya?" Martyn nudges Scott with his shoulder.

"Yeah, we were friends, Pearl."

"Not in Double Life." Martyn comments offhandedly before holding his hand out to Pearl.

"Come sit over here with us Pearl! No need to be a loner anymore."

"Loner?" Scott questions.

Grian watches the whole interaction quietly. He doesn't speak when Pearl talks about Double Life, or Martyn about Limited Life. They didn't seem to have the same intuition as Scott because Pearl mentions how Grian was paired with Scar and he was the reason they died, and Martyn mentions how Grian joined the Bad Boys and couldn't save Jimmy from dying first for the fourth time. They're not really sat in order anymore. Grian's still huddled in the corner with his wings wrapped around himself. Scott's next to him, holding the Pizza banner tight around himself. Martyn's next to Scott with his arms draped on the back of the connected seats like the cold has no affect on him. Pearl is sat on the other side of Martyn, still not feeling comfortable enough to sit next to Scott despite it not being her Scott. The Last Life wither skeleton skull is on the floor between Grian and Scott, the Limited Life hourglass is sat in Martyn's lap, and the Double Life bucket is resting against the seats on the floor.

Grian and Scott are huddled together again, though not asleep this time. Martyn certainly is asleep though and Pearl seems to be halfway asleep, holding her cloak up next to her. A shadow is casted over Martyn's face and the change in light makes him wake up. Somehow, presumably using the magic of whatever force is keeping the Life Games going, a sunflower has grown in the sand. Multiple sunflowers have, actually. The sun is still in the sky and it seems the only other change to the scenery is the wallpaper, which now resembles a sunflower valley.

Finally, the person Grian wanted to see the least walks in. In his arms is what looks like a black blob, and it takes them all a minute to realize it's a dragon egg. Everyone is confused how Scar got a dragon egg (and, frankly, he is too. All he knows is he woke up in a dark room with a dragon egg in his arms and he saw a hallway that led to another room so he walked to it). They can't tell if it's more surprising that Scar's holding a dragon egg, or that he looks so confused. He looks like he doesn't believe he's there. The confusion turns to a smile when his eyes land on Pearl.

"Pearl! Oh, I am so glad to see you. You were- like my only friend in the end!" Scar smiles big as he goes to sit down next to her.

"I'm not your Pearl, Scar." She informs him but his smile doesn't fade.

"That's okay! A version of you was still my only friend, so every version of you is my friend!" He rests the dragon egg in his lap as he relaxes. "It sure is kind of chilly in here. But it's cozy in a way too!"

Grian can't bring himself to say anything. He's surprised Scar isn't upset with him, and he has the dragon egg, and he apparently had no friends except Pearl.

"Can we acknowledge the elephant in the room? Scar is sitting with the dragon egg like it's nothing." Scott is the one to finally point it out.

"Oh! Yeah, we had the end this time! Lizzie died in it, so Jimmy wasn't the first to die. He was second though, he died to the warden. And, funny enough, Mumbo died right after him again! Just like Last Life." Scar laughs.

"So, how was the new season, then?" Martyn asks.

"It was... different! Kind of fun, actually. I had to play the villain, though. I dug up Lizzie's spine and sold it to Joel, so that was something." Scar speaks fondly, like his win wasn't all that hard on him.

"What do you mean 'had to'?" Scott presses him.

Grian manages to keep himself hidden, still too scared to talk to Scar. He listens intently as Scar talks about Secret Life, though. How Scar killed both of Grian's teammates (he's torn between relief that he wasn't the reason they died and sadness that Scar killed them both), played a hand in all of the Heart Foundation's deaths, was the direct cause of all of Etho's deaths, ran from the Wither and barely took damage, and was forced to be alone when all he tried to do was make friends.

Pearl seemed so happy to hear about the Mounders and the trapdoor party. Scott thought it was ironic that he was essentially part of a band and Martyn did his best dog impression to mimic the version of him Secret Life Scar told him about.

Grian still couldn't bring himself to talk to Scar. Maybe, when the next winner comes, he'd have the courage, But, for now, he'll hide in his wings and watch.

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Oh

Oh

Ren seeing Martyn lose his final life up in the tower

Ren, still in disguise as Martyn, trying desperately to run away from the other players

Not wanting to change back

Not wanting to let go

Clinging to the very last image he has of his partner

Even if it’s only for a little while longer, just until the end of the session, just until this power fades for good

Because he knows that when it’s gone, he will never see Martyn again

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posting on me phone so bad format. also sorry i got busyyyyy (and injured my wrist which is bad for writing, if you didnt know)

Divine Intervention 4

Part 3 | Part 4 (You are here) | Part 5

Begin

"Alright, the ship's radar said we are still about seven months from Earth. The nearest planet is Weyland, which is only 76 days away." Arabella told the Tulpar crew when she got back to the living kitchen area.

"A new planet! This is so exciting!" Daisuke jumped up.

"I don't think it'll really be a time for sightseeing, Daisuke..." Anya said.

"Well, they'll probably want you off a ship for at least two months to recover from anything like scurvy or general space sickness. So you could do some sightseeing technically."

"Scurvy? We're not fucking pirates." Jimmy finally decides to give his useless thoughts.

"Technically? You're a space sailor of sorts. You can get scurvy anywhere, especially on a Pony Express ship. When was the last time you had real food?"

Arabella's question was met with silence, you could almost hear the nonexistent crickets.

"Have you not had real food since you got on that godforsaken ship?" She asks exasperatedly.

"We had mouthwash?" Daisuke laughs nervously.

Oh, the payout from this lawsuit could cover someone's college tuition! Arabella starts taking mental notes on everything wrong with Pony Express, mostly things that have probably already been brought up in their ongoing lawsuits.

"Okay, okay. We have real food in my kitchen. Since we're landing soon, you don't have to worry too much about rationing the perishables. But don't eat yourselves into a food coma!" She gestures to the kitchen.

"Don't we need a code?" Daisuke points out like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"A code?? To eat???" Arabella is borderline yelling. "What is wrong with Pony Express? No, there's no code for the food in normal ships!"

Immediately, Daisuke runs to the kitchen. Swansea and Jimmy both follow along, though much slower. Anya watches them rummage through the cupboards and fridge in silence.

"Anya, would you mind helping me with the captain? I want to get him in new bandages." Arabella asks her.

"Oh, of course." Anya answers quietly.

"I'd like for him to have new bandages and a clean gown. At some point, I also want to see if I have any soft foods we could get him to eat." Arabella explains as they walk to the med-bay.

Inside, the old captain seemed to still be unresponsive. He was likely still under the morphine but Arabella still checked his pulse to make sure. After confirming he was still a living man, her and Anya got to work on taking off the old gown and bandages. There was a bit of struggling, but it went smooth enough until the dying captain came to. They had got most of the new bandages on and were just working on his head when he started thrashing around.

"Woah- calm down! We're just getting you in new bandages, alright? Then we'll put you in a clean hospital gown." Arabella tries to calm him.

He stills long enough for them to finish the bandaging and get a new gown on him. Once they both have their hands off of him, he starts fidgeting and making nonsensical noises.

"It's alright, captain..." Anya pats his shoulder.

"Yes, nothing will happen to you now. We have to keep you in good condition so you're alive for the inevitable court case."

"Court case?" Anya asks.

"Well, if you guys don't decide to press charges since he crashed the ship, then there's still the lawsuits against Pony Express. Other victims will plead with you all to join them."

Anya simply nodded and Arabella dismissed her so she could go eat. Arabella stayed in the med-bay, pulling up a stool to sit by the old captain.

"Captain Grant Curly. You were the top of our class back in college! How the mighty have fallen." She readjusts her face mask and stays silent for a moment.

Monitoring the uneven movements of his chest as he takes in shallow breaths. His eyes dart around the med-bay, inspecting and memorizing. Anything to avoid eye contact with the former classmate who he's now at the mercy of. Her med-bay might as well be his new grave. If she truly believes he was the cause, then she could take his life before they ever get close to docking. He knows, the truth could die with him at the hands of his shortest lasting friendship.

"Where did it go wrong, Captain? You had everything. Out of everyone on your ship, you had the easiest chance at getting a new job. It's kind of hard to believe." Arabella sighs.

She sits quietly before laughing to herself.

"I don't know why I'm talking to you like you can respond! Though, I guess it's not much different from talking to my ship. I just voice all my thoughts out loud now. When you're alone in space, it doesn't seem as weird."

She stood up and started putting all of the medical supplies away.

"I know, with all the artificial intelligence stuff people rely on nowadays, I could install one in the ship. It could talk back to me or something like that." She's monologuing while she cleans, but with no real intent to the speech.

"I don't trust the A.I, though. Especially how these companies want it to have unrestricted access to the device it's installed in. Hell no! I can't risk it going haywire because a patient didn't say thank you and crashing my ship."

She puts the leftover bandages into a drawer, along with some other safe medical products. The drawer next to it has a lock on it, which she puts the various sharp supplies she had out.

"Talking to the nothingness isn't too bad anyway. If you get used to it, I mean. Sometimes, I talk like I'm two different people. It helps when I’m trying to make a decision, I argue the separate points to myself."

Vials of liquids, presumably some of morphine, are being rearranged in a little box.

"Is it lonely? Probably to someone like you. At least, like you were, back in college. But to me? You know I much prefer it like this. No one around to annoy me. That's why I took this job up with no crew. No more, ehhh, incidents. I'm sure you could see it from my point of view."

"Not like you have much else to do."

Arabella locks the small box and places it in a cupboard above the drawers before turning back to the immobile captain.

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Divine Intervention

Part 2 | Part 3 (You are here) | Part 4

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Arabella gave the Tulpar's crew a brief tour after taking her suit off and getting their captain situated in the med-bay. There wasn't too much to show off despite its size, it was still a work in progress. The downstairs was off limits to non-crew members, simply being storage rooms and wires.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay on the S.S Inara!" Arabella claps her hands together.

"You named your ship after yourself?" Swansea criticizes.

"Ah, NBSAR requires it. Legally, it's only named 'Inara', but it feels cooler to add that bit."

"Are you the only crew member?" Daisuke asks.

"Yes. Normally, NBSAR sends me small rescues, like overconfident rich people on leisure trips or express deliveries. Despite large mainstream deliveries going automated, they still have single person crews for those small express deliveries." She explains.

"But your ship is so big!" He gestures around for emphasis.

"This was my dream ship! As long as both the ship and captain meet certain requirements, NBSAR let's you use your own ship. They just give you some decals to slap on the outside and an excessive amount of paperwork."

Daisuke seems overly eager to hear about the ship and being a search and rescue worker and while Arabella would love to indulge him, the ship is still docked.

"If you have more questions later, don't hesitate to ask. I have to go re-route and let the landing crew know now." She turns to head towards the cockpit, throwing a small wave at them.

Once inside the cockpit, she closes the door. It feels odd for her to be closed in, she usually leaves the door open even during rescues because of her modded upgraded auto-pilot. She sets her bag on a small table in the corner, opening it and taking a laptop out.

It was covered in a layer of dust but the Pony Express logo could still be made out. Arabella expected it to be in much worse condition and was fairly surprised when she pulled it out of the hidden compartment to find it unharmed. She plugged it into the cord hers would normally be on and booted it up.

The lack of a code on it added to her surprise but she clicked around a bit and found it to work fine. It had all of the camera footage from the Tulpar on it and she figured it could be good evidence if Curly really did crash the ship on purpose like they said. She didn't bother to watch any of it, instead plugging in a spare USB to back everything up on and putting it in the drawer of the table. It wasn't hidden but it was well enough out of sight that it shouldn't matter.

She sat back at the control panel and turned the auto pilot off. The Tulpar's original destination, Earth, was still nearly seven months away, lining up with what the crew said about having crashed five months ago. She re-routed to the nearest planet, which would only take around 76 days to get to.

Arabella turned the auto-pilot back on and tried to make contact with the landing crew.

"Weyland Landing, please state your and your ship's name and purpose." A masculine voice came through.

"Arabella Inara on the No Boundaries Search and Rescue ship Inara. I've got a rescued crew with me."

She can hear clicking on the other end before they speak up again.

"Who are you rescuing and from what business?"

"The last crew from Pony Express under Captain Grant Curly."

"Co-captain Jimmy James?"

"Yes."

Arabella looked around the monitors in her cockpit while the landing crew worker clicked away again.

"State of the crew?"

"Only one injured. The rest of the crew sustained no external injuries, though I'm certain they're dealing with hunger."

"Who is the injured, and how bad is it?"

"Captain Grant Curly is... a nugget." Arabella snorted.

"Captain Inara, please take this seriously." The landing worker chuckled slightly before reverting back to a serious tone.

"The captain is covered in burns and each of his limbs has been dismembered. He cannot move nor speak much at all."

A longer moment of clicking than the first two.

"Alright, how long until you will be landing?"

"Approximately 76 days."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Captain Inara. Please give us weekly updates and- whatever, I'm sure you know the drill." The landing crew worker seems to be tired of having to say the same things over and over.

Arabella can't help but laugh.

"Of course. Thanks for the help."

The connection is terminated and she lets out a sigh. Next step, let her patients know the estimated arrival. Then, she'll try to get the old captain to cooperate long enough for his old bandages to be replaced with fresh ones.

76 Days Until Landing

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you guys will never believe what i did! or maybe you will idk.

yupppp i made fake twitter profiles and even some fake tweets to go with

thats all for now,,, next psrt of divine intervention tmr unless i get too busy w work

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i personally think its more he had so much control over her life that she wouldnt let him have control over her death, he doesnt get to see it nor play a part in it

Another interesting thing I noticed about Mouthwashing:

Jimmy never actually sees Anya die. He's there for Swansea and Daisuke's deaths, but not Anya's. It just struck me as weird because he plays a direct part in all of their deaths, but Anya is the only one he doesn't see actually die. It could just be nothing, but I think it's another way to show how Jimmy doesn't respect / acknowledge Anya as a person

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i dunno he look kinda squishy to me

fanart of that fuckass knockoff mouthwashing mobile game

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Divine Intervention (Mouthwashing AU)

Part 1 | Part 2 (You are here) | Part 3

ive decided to call this au Divine Intervention cz i think it sounds cool and is sorta fitting? it wont be mentioned anywhere in the fic cz it doesnt happen but their rescue takes place the day before everyone dies in game. so she saved them at the last second basically

After a brief introduction to the rest of the crew, Arabella is led to the med-bay to meet the previous captain. Anya and Jimmy accompany her while Daisuke and Swansea pack some things. The old captain looks their way and seems to freak out a little when he sees the new person.

"It's okay, Curly... She's here to help." Anya walks up to the man.

He looks near death, hardly alive enough to be called a man. If it didn't feel wrong from a medically moral standpoint, Arabella would've considered him a walking corpse in her head. But he was alive enough to move, make noise, and hurt, so he was alive enough to be saved. Jimmy stays by the doorway while she walks towards the old captain and the nurse.

"Hello, Captain Curly-"

"He is no longer captain." Jimmy interrupts angrily, like the one thing he has is being taken from him.

"Well, Jimmy, I'm afraid neither are you-" she turns to face him- "since your crew agreed to board my ship and be rescued, whoever was captain, legally or acting, is absolved of their duties. From now until we land, you are all patients under the care of No Boundaries Search and Rescue team member Arabella Inara. Which is me, if you can't tell."

"He is... not a very good man." Anya explains quietly.

She waits for Jimmy to respond if he decides to. He looks like he's trying to be intimidating. When he figures all eyes have been on him for long enough, he mutters a 'whatever' and walks away.

"I didn't think he would just leave? He's distrusting but doesn't seem to care enough to ensure I can be trusted." Arabella states.

The half dead captain struggles and groans on the table, seemingly freaking out again. The girls turn their attention back to him and Arabella pulls a small med-kit out of her suit pocket. She places it on a nearby table before pulling out a vial and a syringe. The sight makes Anya and the dying captain panic slightly.

"W-what are you doing?" Anya stands in front of him defensively.

Arabella gives a confused look before realizing she didn't explain her intent.

"Oh, don't worry more than you need to. It's morphine to put Captain Curly to sleep while we move him to my ship and get everything situated. I figured it would be easier on both us and him. Since you would technically be his leading caregiver as the Pony Express nurse, you can decide if I should give him it or not."

Anya looks nervously at the syringe and Arabella. She thinks for a moment before sighing and relaxing, moving out of the way.

After a moment of no indication of a response, the captain simply turns his head to the side and up a little, as if he was offering his neck. Actually, he was offering his neck. A silent agreement to Arabella's words. She places the syringe up to his neck and pushes it in as gently as possible. He fidgets slightly from the pain but remains mostly calm. When it's in far enough, she pushes down so the morphine goes in and removes it as carefully as she put it in. It was fast acting and the old captain was unresponsive quick enough for Arabella to store the syringe in vial back in the med-kit before the rest of the crew approached.

"Go ahead..." She hangs her head low as if she's admitting defeat.

"Okay Captain Curly, if you can accept this shot gracefully, then when we get you on my ship and you wake up, I will have a proper conversation about my plans to get you all home. Well, about as proper of a conversation as we can." Arabella stands over him with the syringe, waiting.

"Are you all ready to go then?" Arabella asks.

"More than ready! I'm so homesick!" Daisuke responds in a cheery tone.

"Great, if one of you could carry Captain Curly to the loading area then almost everything is good to go. I'll help Anya get her stuff and take whatever is still of use from here. Can never have too much medical supplies." Arabella gives the order to no one in particular but Jimmy still scoffs and does it as if he was the one who was asked.

The crew, minus Anya, headed off to the loading area while Arabella and her worked on gathering whatever supplies weren't ruined. When they seemed to be far enough out of earshot, Arabella abruptly stopped.

"Where is your cockpit?"

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i got some incorrect quotes to showcase the crews dynamics and give insight into what arabellas personality will be like without flat out saying it

Jimmy, Swansea, Curly, Anya, Arabella, Daisuke (also what happened to the yellow color?? curly was supposed to be yellow but its gone???)

Swansea: Shut it Daisuke, I only shook your hand because I had to. We will NEVER be friends. Daisuke: Lets survive this together! Swansea: I HOPE YOU DIE.

Curly: *out cold on the ground* Daisuke: Oh my god, do you think they’re okay?! Swansea, holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! *dumps all of the water on Curly’s face*

Curly, in the groupchat: So you guys robbed Jimmy? Jimmy: Yeah, all of them. Anya: Lies. Swansea: Slander. Arabella: That’s bullshit. Daisuke: And we’d do it again.

Jimmy: State your name, rank, and intention. Arabella: Arabella, Arabella, fun.

Jimmy: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

Arabella, grinning: Before you were what? Jimmy: Before I was- Arabella: What? Jimmy: Before I was inter- Arabella: Before you were interrupted? Jimmy: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll- Arabella: What? Jimmy: *makes frustrated sound* Anya, nervously: Stop that. Before they hurt you.

Anya: Daisuke just insisted Swansea and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter. Anya: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

Anya: That’s why we needed to get an expert. Arabella: Oh, really? Who did you get? Anya: *stares* Arabella: Oh! Right, that’s me… Yes.

Arabella, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce. Anya: Hey, do you take constructive criticism? Arabella: I absolutely fucking do not.

Anya: A-are you sure this is safe?! Jimmy: Oh, quit being such a baby. It’s perfectly safe! …For me!

Jimmy: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Arabella: The cow?? Jimmy: What? Anya: Arabella, W H Y?

Arabella: Jimmy, we tried things your way. Jimmy: No, we didn't. Arabella: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Arabella: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Jimmy: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Anya, gesturing to Arabella: Curly, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Daisuke: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Curly: I’m sorry Mom... :( Arabella, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

Anya: You read my diary? Curly: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Arabella: I prevented a murder today. Daisuke: Really? That’s amazing! How did you do that? Arabella: Self-control.

Arabella: What makes you all smile? Curly: Friends and Family. Daisuke: Snacks. Jimmy: Victory and success. Anya: Face muscles.

Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? Arabella/Jimmy: No.

Jimmy: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. Anya: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Jimmy: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like? Arabella: Do you make any other kind?

Anya: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all? Jimmy: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Arabella: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start! Arabella: I’ve killed a man, I will kill again, and it burns when I pee. Jimmy, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game.

Curly: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school. Daisuke: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”… Jimmy: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

Anya: I'm bored. Arabella: Wanna commit first degree murder? Anya: Sure! Curly, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Jimmy down!!

*out grocery shopping* Anya: *takes a free sample twice* Anya: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Arabella: Ladies, gentlemen and Curly, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld! Daisuke: A llama? Arabella: No. Daisuke: A baby llama? Arabella: No! Daisuke: A baby llama with a little hat on? Arabella: NO!

Arabella, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Swansea, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

Swansea: Big day today, Daisuke. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Daisuke: Mustard– looks less like blood.

Curly: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Arabella: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Arabella: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Arabella: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Curly: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Arabella: Ominous positivity.

Daisuke: Hey Jimmy, do you have any hobbies? Jimmy: Swimming.. Daisuke: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Jimmy: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Anya: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? Arabella: Why? It was important. Anya: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Daisuke, shrugging: The people need to know.

Arabella: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Daisuke: Don’t mansplain this to me! Anya: Wh- I’m a woman! I can't mansplain anything to you! Daisuke: …Well, I’m a feminist, and I believe a woman can do anything a man does!

Arabella: Which country has the most birds? Arabella: Portu-geese! Swansea: That's a language. Arabella: Portu-gull? Swansea: Good recovery. Anya: I think you mean good re-dovery. Daisuke: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

Curly: Norwegia. Is. Not. A. COUNTRY! Daisuke: Then where are Norwegian people from!? Anya: NORWAY!!

these next ones js made me laugh (i dont ship curly and jimmy these just genuinely had me bent over cackling) Curly, about Jimmy: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Jimmy: *sucking on a popsicle* Arabella: Pfft, you practicing for when Curly gets here? Jimmy: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* Arabella: *Concern*

Curly: Wow, they really hate us. Jimmy: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic. Curly: But we’re not gay, Jimmy. Jimmy: Curly: Jimmy: We’re not?

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Is it me or is a lot of posts about Mouthwashing getting really repetitive?

oh most certainly. which isnt necessarily a bad thing but the annoying part of it is someone echoing what many other people have said and acting as if theyre the first. its nice to see the same thing from different point of views but like im not even the first person to point out how people idolize curly. but im not trying to act like i was the first person to point it out like some people would

what im tryna say is sharing your mouthwashing opinion or thoughts is fine but the chance youre the first one to have that thought is pretty low so dont put yourself on a pedestal

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listen i love curly as much as the next queer but im tired if people idolizing him cz 'the rest of the crew wouldnt have done anything either if they knew' or 'what was he supposed to do'

js cz no one else wouldve done anything had they known doesnt mean its okay that curly (the captain, mind you, whos job is to keep his crew safe) didnt do anything

and he absolutely COULD have done something. he couldve thrown jimmy in a cryopod, gave anya smt to defend herself, report him so the landing crew couldve arrested him, or on the extreme end he couldve js shot the man.

"but captains take turns in shifts!" they have an autopilot and their route is evidently not precarious enough for either of them to be at the wheel 24/7 considering we see times where neither of them are

"but he didnt know-" yes he did she literally tells him

"he couldnt have report theyre out in space" how do you think pony express alerted him they were being let off? this game is set years in the future but even now they have ways for astronauts to contact their superiors on earth

"but killing him would make him just as bad!" what kind of skewed views do you have that makes killing a r//pist js as bad as r//ping someone?

basically no curly didnt deserve to be crippled but he is not a saint

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i make mouthwashing oc and au (yes it is fix it au yes theres still angst) Part 1 (You are here) | Part 2 cw: uncensored jimbird beneath the cut </3 also im using james for his last name cz his id card looks like the last name starts w J and he seems to be a white guy

"BEEP!" The ship's detection alarm woke her up but she kept her eyes closed and didn't move from her nap spot in the cockpit. She figured when the robotic woman's voice kicked in it would simply point out a meteor in the path and that the auto-pilot would re-direct. "Wreck detected. Scanning ship." Well, that wasn't how that was supposed to go. She opened her eyes and looked to the screens that displayed the exterior surroundings. On the screen that displayed what was to the east of her, there was a Pony Express delivery ship. "Hahh, Pony Express? There should only be one ship out since they went out of business." She walked over to the cabinets and took out the search and rescue binder than listed all of the ships that would be active during the year of her trip and when they were estimated to arrive at their destination. "Identification found. V-I-N Number XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. Analyzing damage." (i certainly dont know enough abt vins to make one up and i couldnt find if the pony express ship has one)

She flipped to the page that would have that VIN if it was in service that year and confirmed it was the only active Pony Express ship. "External damage: seventy-six percent. Survivability chance: thirteen percent."

She laughed internally. "No way any one on that ship survived knowing Pony Express. Might as well check anyway." She shrugged and sat back at the seat, turning the auto-pilot off and setting it to dock at the Pony Express ship's boarding door. The auto-pilot kicked back in with the ship's new instructions. After a moment of calculations, the ship began slow movements to dock.

She left the cockpit to put on her suit in case the inside of the ship wasn't safe to breathe. Or, considering it was a Pony Express ship, it could not be safe to touch.

"Docking success. Making connection."

The intercom voice sounded through the ship just as she put on her helmet. She made her way to the boarding door and checked over herself to make sure she was set while she waited for the bridge to finish connecting. "Connected." The doors to the bridge opened and she stepped out onto it. She waited for the door back to her ship to close to prevent any possible contamination before approaching the Pony Express ship.

"A code?! I have to input a fucking code to get in? They really were setting their workers up for failure." She scoffed. "No wonder they went out of business, if it weren't for the automation of large deliveries, it would've been the lawsuits that continue to increase even after they went out of business."

She took her pocket sized toolkit out and fumbled with it before getting frustrated and taking her gloves off. She messed around with the code input section until it the screen come off and she could get to the innerworkings. From there, it was more fumbling, tinkering, and swearing at the complexities. When the doors finally slid open, she let out a sigh of relief and prayed there was something worth her time inside. Whether it was people or valuables, she didn't care much.

She walked through the halls, taking note of the many mouthwash bottles and the foam. It was a good idea in concept, but Pony Express' execution and need to cut corners made it do more harm than good. She picked up one of the empty bottles of mouthwash and looked over it, taking quick note of the nutrition label.

"Jesus- that amount of sugar would kill an old victorian child. This isn't cleaning anything!" She tossed the bottle behind her and kept walking.

Most hallways and doors seemed to be completely foamed over or locked shut. She figured she could do a quick look over the easy access places before trying to get into any of those. As she got closer to what was labelled as the living area on blueprints she had seen, she heard hushed noises. She couldn't tell if they were people talking or random noises from the ship. When she entered the living area and looked in, she immediately noticed the three living people sitting together and they noticed her.

"Holy sh- I didn't expect there to be anyone alive in here!" She said in shock.

"We're saved!" A boy with light hair and dark roots shouted as he ran to her and hugged her.

"Daisuke! You can't just grab random people like that." An older, scruffier looking man yelled at him. "Sorry..." He said with a sheepish grin and let go of her.

There was footsteps behind her and she turned around to see a man who looked like the one listed for the Pony Express ship's co-captain on her documents.

"Who are you?" The presumed co-captain asked her in an accusatory tone.

"I am Captain Arabella and I work with the No Boundaries Search and Rescue team. I was on patrol and your ship appeared on my radar. The company provided documents lead me to believe you are the co-captain Jimmy?" Arabella held out her hand for a handshake.

"I'm the acting captain currently. Curly is in no position to lead." Jimmy told her matter-of-factly as he shook her hand.

He had a firm grip but it still seemed off. Certainly felt like someone who had the makings to be a captain but something made her feel like he wasn't a good one. She couldn't help but wipe her hand on her suit after he let go and she couldn't tell if it was from phantom dirtiness or actual dirtiness. "Well, you all can board my ship and I can redirect to the nearest planet. I'll notify the landing crew and they'll have medics ready to look at everyone by the time we land." She tries to give them a reassuring smile but the weight of the co-captain's eyes on her made her uneasy. "We really are saved!" The boy from earlier, Daisuke, pumped his arm in the air triumphantly.

thats all for now folks

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baker x florist x tattoo artist except for some reason theyre RIVALS. like no romance involved but theyre also not violent to each other.

i propose the tuff guys for this. ethos the tattoo artist, tangos the baker, and bdubs is the florist. nobody understand WHY theyre rivals considering they are not competition to each other. they do completely different things and have absolutely no reason to view the other as competition.

etho tattooed a celebrity whos advertising them everywhere, now tango has to one up him with an award winning pie and bdubs coincidentally just broke the world record for tallest sunflower.

bonus: skizz has a part time job at each of their places