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Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

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i have a folder dedicated to "bad math memes" i made on mspaint in 2022. a friend of mine said tumblr would eat them up? but you know... i'll post one just to test the waters

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I knoweth what’s occurring hence. I knoweth what’s occurring hence. Verily? I do. And if thou dost desire me to meander behind the scenes to reveal the secrets... I am the sole soul out of the circle, it would appear... and if we dost examine mine own score here— I require not to tread to the fore, for I ken well what it doth be. 'Tis a grand and ample GOOSE EGG, good fellows. 'Tis a FAT ZERO. HAIL!! A late addition to the numeral chart bestowed upon us by our kin from Arabia, a trifle of lore that I possess regarding the annals of numbers. Such a morsel would serve me right in sundry games of trivia, save it hath been RIGGED FROM THE OUTSET! Oh, I have but scarcely BEGUN to unravel this tapestry, dear companions. Thou wouldst surmise in a contest where only TWO choices may be deemed correct, one might STUMBLE UPON the right answer at times, wouldst thou not? In sooth, the odds of NEVER guessing rightly in the entire venture is a STATISTICAL MARVEL, and yet, HERE WE STAND. Presented at the zenith of the game as a champion, what thinkest thou that doth signify? Icarus, soaring too near the sun. Yet it seems Daedalus, our crafty artisan, possessed waxen wings of his own, did he not? Yearned to witness his progeny fall. To plunge from the heavens. Oh, how CLOSE TO THE SUN he did fly! Yet I shall NOT ABIDE IT. I untangled thy labyrinth, puzzle master! The minotaur hath fled and thou art to receive the horns, good sir!

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Can we talk about how Maxwell is the first person that Daisuke calls for whenever something bad is happening? Like, I know he’s “Pappy” but he really did just… adopt Max. And even though a lot of their interactions are bits, it’s kind of fitting that Daisuke ended up with the grandpa mug. Even if he can never replace Cadswitch, Daisuke is at least the father Maxwell never knew he needed. Because where Longspot derides Max for being “a rowdy” and questions everything having to do with adventure, Daisuke believes in Max’s abilities both implicitly and explicitly.

They’re in a dicey situation with Mordecestershire? Gotch, grab him. Van’s arm is acting up? Gotch, grab her. Daisuke is surrounded by a bunch of bankserkers? Gotch! And in return, Daisuke is helping to even Max the fuck out so he’ll chill and accept whimsy into his heart like his own grandfather wanted for him.

Max really did find a new family in the Zephyr crew. Daisuke is the paternal figure he never knew he needed. Van is an older sister to wrestle with both figuratively and metaphorically. Olethra is his chaotic twin, also on a journey to redeem her grandparent. And Monty is the uncle Max never stops annoying at the family function lmao. Everything Max could have possibly wanted from his own family he got in his fellow crew.

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God, Maxwell and Olethra's equal but opposite character arcs are really getting to me.

Olethra is sky-eyed from the start, granddaughter of the legendary adventurer Comfrey MacLeod. She's desperate to escape the boring life that her parents lead in Pilby and to follow in the footsteps of her grandmother. She's a huge fan of the Zephyr crew, and she read all of Monty's books about their adventures.

But as she goes on this adventure, she realizes that while it is certainly fantastical, it's also dangerous as well. She's lucky enough to have the mech, but the other people around her don't have that kind of protection. She watches them get beaten bloody and struggle to fight back. When she tries to get in a good quip for Monty's next book, he's distracted in the middle of his fight. Things aren't like the stories.

And on top of all of this, the grandmother that she adored so much is slowly revealing herself to be a not-so-great person. She was reckless and single-minded, prone to taking on debts that she knew she couldn't pay. She was sometimes unkind to the people who had once been family to her, and sometimes her recklessness really hurt them. Her grandmother is not the false idol that Olethra has made her out to be, she is a real and flawed woman.

On the other hand, Maxwell is incredibly serious and practical. While he holds onto his grandfather's idea that finding Zood is a worthy investment, he does not hold onto any whimsical ideas of exploring it. He simply wishes to note that it exists to restore the Gotch family name before immediately returning to Gath. Even his fighting is based in rules and structure, even if it's incredibly violent. Mordecestershire is "breaking the rules" by wearing a jetpack to escape instead of simply dying from being thrown off the ship. It's all logical.

But the longer that Maxwell spends in Zood, the more impractical and almost whimsical he becomes. Yes he's still incredibly serious, but he also believes for a moment that he could fight a dinosaur. He jokes with Monty about his books being terrible. He makes the "rowdy" and reckless choice to give Torse his heart. He throws a snowball at Monty when they're at the Ectic Research Station. Even the "you're meat" scene is its own kind of twisted whimsy, comically violent and highly impractical. Of course he's still a bit of a wet blanket sometimes, but he's slowly learning why his grandfather was so sky-eyed.

Olethra's arc is about a dreamer having to ground her dreams in reality, and Maxwell's arc is about getting a realist to start dreaming again.

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my dearest, daisuke

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we can't stay here

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are we being serious

why are we justifying people sending threats to others for shipping people

does this person know what incest is

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see no aioli, hear no aioli, speak no aioli

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I have to peeeeeeeeeeeeee! 😫

Watch this episode of Dimension 20: Cloudward, Ho! on Dropout

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POV: you’re losing your gains because there’s no protein in the food, they gave away your grandpa’s mug, and people keep asking if you want to build a baby

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Hey guys

Max and his supportive big brothers <3

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When Olethra (I think) jokingly said "it skips a generation" about adventuring it was meant to be a joke. But I'm thinking about why that would be and it's unfortunately, sad.

You have the first adventurer, who is sky eyed and wild. They can't be tied down. They're constantly onto the next thing. But then they have kids. Imagine being Comfreys kid. Feeling resentful of how often she is gone, how little she pays attention to you. She doesn't want to be a mom, she wants to be a wind rider. And the only thing she wants to talk to you about is her adventures, her adventures that make her absent and neglectful. You become resentful, you don't see adventuring as a joy. It was the thing your parent loved more than you. And the fact that you don't want to be an adventurer drives the wedge deeper.

So you become grounded. You become obsessed with safety and making a life here. You make a homestead. You pay so much attention to your daughter so she never feels what you did. It skips a generation.

But then your daughter grows up with a father who hates adventuring. She grows up somewhere quiet and calm. She begins to wish for the grandmother she doesn't really know. She resents how tied down and mundane her life feels. She will never know how lonely it is to be the loved one of someone who is always searching for another world. She wishes for something you made sure she will never understand.

It skips a generation.

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Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively