#if you're in this as deep as I am then we're in the same boat of absurdity

[ineffable-doll]

Remembering when I joined the fandom in 2020 and no one would explain where the whole South Downs thing came from

[thetrashbinseries]

— Fahrenheit ( bangchan x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

parts - one, two (explicit)

warnings - idol universe, name changed idols, mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst

x x x

“It’s not rocket science, Chris."

My annoyance hits the roof. What the hell is his problem? Why's he turning this into a damn soap opera?

"You're back in LA. New York—yes or no?"

Chris tiptoes the line ever since last year's scandal close shave. I get playing it safe, but I'm alone in a six-bedroom Jersey fortress. In the U.S. media game, I'm golden. No cancel threats, not yet in my rising career.

But the spotlight got hotter after the last single went viral. Chris, in the crosshairs of relentless management, dances a careful routine.

He's the big shot, leader of the world's hottest K-pop group. His company would shoot themselves in the foot by axing him. Yet, Mr. Libra doesn't dig rocking the boat.

"-I want to, babe, but it's too risky right now."

I sigh. Twisting my computer chair, neon lights bathe me in purples and reds. I'm in the studio, bullshitting on songs for the third album.

I've had it. "Catch you later, Chris." The call drops, facedown on the desk, anger swirling.

"Seriously, fuck you." I spit out, taking it personally.

Being a foreigner feels like the snag. His industry would call me a disgrace tagging along.

I don't need that energy.

Am I settling as his 'little secret'? I'm 29, he's 27 – grown folks. Pings remind me of him, but I silence the noise. Facetime interrupts, Jake, the friend with benefits. Games or busy, no time for emotional plays.

Warner signed my band, deep in commitments, mind racing. A shrink's gift? Adderall for my ADHD.

Now, even less time for the BS.

"Hey, daddy." I purr, thickening my accent.

Jake’s smile fades as he eyes me. "What?" I giggle,

"Stop playing with me like that, y/n."

"How am I playing with you?"

"You're gonna end up with your legs cocked back like last time, girl, cool it."

Laughter ensues. I glimpse his background – a parking garage stairwell. We catch up every couple of weeks via Facetime.

"Where are you at?" I squint.

"Recognize it?" Jake turns his phone, revealing the New York City skyline.

"You're out here? Aw, shit." I lean back in my chair, a half-cocked grin, tongue behind my lower lip.

"Aw, shit is right! What's up? What are you up to tonight?"

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Nah, uh, Jake. We gotta play nice. I got a good thing going on right now."

He sighs, exasperation audible. "You two still a thing? Thought you were photographed over there, outside the JYPE building?"

"I was."

"They ain't letting that fly, you serious, y/n?"

"I mean, they're being hard on him, but we're still trying to make it work." I express more hope than Chris does. Jake’s viewpoint is valid – he's been through the K-pop circuit, burned out, went solo, and found massive international success.

Which is why he bitches about it.

It's unfair.

"I do wanna see you, though," I admit, the need for an adventure kicking in.

"That's my girl. Hey, I'm about to hop in the car. Should be able to make it over in twenty. You at your spot in Jersey?"

"Yes, I am, Jake, but don't come in on no bullshit."

"I'm always on bullshit. See you in twenty."

Jake hangs up before I can fight back.

Why is my grin so wide? I roll my eyes at my own excitement, surprised at how genuinely thrilled I am to be around someone who wants to be with me. Scanning Chris's messages puts me in a better mood.

babydaddy: there’s no way you just hung up like that -_-

babydaddy: this is my life…my career…

babydaddy: why can't you be more patient?? this is hard for me too…

babydaddy: we need to talk tomorrow…

babydaddy: about us, and where this is going.

The last message triggers something in me. My stomach twists like it always does before bad news. It doesn't change, whether in poverty in my hometown or a small Jersey mansion. The same sunken gut reaction. We've been going back and forth, but this sounds... final. At some point, he'll grow sick of it. I know I have.

Yet, there's so much I love about Chris. Selfishly, I don't want him with anyone else. He's the man of my dreams, flawed as he is, he’s human. My human. I panic, feeling like my boat has sprung a leak, desperate to plug it somehow.

Knowing myself, I turn my phone upside down, placing it on my desk and stand up, distancing myself from the setting. Something else would trap me; all I want is not to reply to him with charged emotion. It wouldn't help anything.

Jake’s on his way over.

I take a deep breath, letting my anxiety settle. I'll talk to him; he always has good insight and wisdom beyond his years. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm in comfy mode, barefoot, walking across hardwood floors.

Entering the dimly lit kitchen, I brew hot chocolate, curling my toes against the balls of my feet, cracking knuckles as I chew my lower lip, mind drifting to Chris. Resistance is weaker now; the reasons to text back sound more convincing. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, grab my cup, and sip as I walk past my bearded dragon's tank. It's late; he's asleep, tucked into his pink bed. I stare at each plant, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

My outdoor motion detection buzzes the smartwatch on my wrist, signaling someone's arrival. I glimpse headlights through my foyer. My grin widens; I bite my lip, urging myself to behave.

"Alexa, shuffle my evening playlist on Spotify, downstairs."

The nearest speaker obeys, filling the space with music. My dog scurries around my feet as the doorbell rings, and my bigger dog's deep barks echo throughout the house.

“Hey, cool it!" I shout at them, stepping over the little one weaving through my legs, nipping my ankles for some ungodly reason. I open the door, visibly exasperated, while my larger dog bellows from the top of the stairs.

Jake points to her behind me, furrowing his brows dramatically. "I thought we were friends!"

My dog hurls another final, loud bark before slowly making her way down the stairs. I let Jake in, lock the door, and he takes off his shoes, grabbing a disposable guest pair from the basket by the front door. I turn, starting down the hall, and Jake’s full body weight slams into me from behind, arms wrapping around my body, causing me to stumble. Seemingly unpredictably, he stops us from falling while laughing. I catch my footing, give him a firm shove, swipe stray hair behind my ear, and correct the other side, giving him a side-eye.

"Now, you know damn well I'm too clumsy for some stupid shit like that," I scoff, turning into the living room. I walk over to the glass coffee table near the sofa, grab the nearby gold electric candle lighter, tip it into the wide, three-wick candle, and light each of their blackened tips. The scents of apple-cinnamon, cedar, sandalwood, and vanilla fill the room, complemented by the warm orange glow of well-placed LED lights. I sit on the edge of the sofa, and Jake takes his favorite spot on the oversized black beanbag chair nearby. He pulls his hood off, followed by his knitted beanie, ruffling his dark brown hair.

I've got to say, Jake is a handsome guy, no doubt about it.

But I've got problems, and I've caught heavy feelings for one of my biggest headaches lately—Christopher Bang.

We're in this so deep, at least on my end.

I start to think a little harder, trying to see beyond the rose colored glasses for a moment. His text plays through my head as I scroll on my phone, my excuse being searching for another song to skip to on Spotify. But, of course, I get back to the messages Chris sent earlier.

"About us, and where this is going…"

We'd never had an official conversation about being exclusive. We met by chance, fell for each other, and started sneaking around together. I consider Chris my boyfriend, and I’m saved in his phone under ‘baby.' That's got to mean something, right?

The horror begins to set in—has this been a situationship this whole time? Is that why he never went public?

Anxiety creeps in.

"Yo," Jake snaps his fingers, waving his fingers. Damn, I must've been really distracted, crinkled brows as I stare into my phone, thumb tapping against the glass but not doing anything. I look up at him, raising my brows as if I had just briefly missed something he recently said.

"Hm?" I ask.

He's sitting up more, his left hand stroking one of my cats. "Talk to me, girl," he gestures to the marble ashtray with half of a joint, "And pass it."

I lean forward, grabbing the pink joint and placing it between my lips. I use the lighter nearby, sparking it, blowing a few times, the smoke thick and pungent, rising into the air. I tap it into the ashtray and lean over, passing it his way. Jake takes it graciously, placing it between the center of his pink lips and taking a big inhale. He holds it in, nodding, looking down at it as he blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.

"Chris and I got into it again. He told me they were coming to LA for a show over at KCON, and he was like 'maybe I can fly over to see you,' trying to fit it in, delaying his trip to Korea by like three days, which didn’t seem like a big deal. But then after everything ended, he was just hyper-aware of the attention on them and changed his mind," I begin to explain. Jake has taken a few hits during my story; he's leaning forward, passing me the joint again. I take it, hitting it.

"Did he say why?" he asks. Jake’s voice is low, even-toned. He’s invested in my story and the way I’m feeling, I can tell by the way his laser focus is on me as I speak. His eye contact is intense, fiery, the Aries in him.

"No, he didn’t, and that’s what frustrated me, so we got on a call tonight. He like—called me and was dancing around it, and I was like 'look, it’s not hard, are you coming to New York or not.' I was just... over it," I reply, pausing to take another hit before passing it to Jake once more. "He was all 'I want to, baby, but it's too risky.'” I mock his Aussie accent, and Jake can’t help the cough of smoke that comes out from trying to repress a laugh. He turns his head, full-on coughing a couple of times before he catches his breath again.

"Do you need water?" I ask, successfully holding back my own laugh. I don’t wait for his reply, instead, standing up and taking a few steps over to the mini-fridge and grabbing a bottle of spring water, handing it to him.

Plopping back down on the couch, I sigh. "So I didn’t even let him get the rest of it out. I was like 'ok, I’ll talk to you later' and like, hung up."

Jake places the burnt-out joint tip into the tray, effectively ending our puff-puff-pass session, making us both more relaxed and a little spacey. "Oof, y/n, this is... such a unique situation that very few people go through, and even fewer non-K-idols. I mean, I don’t agree with any of it, right? But it’s not me, and Chan, he’s in like–the peak of their career as a boy group, dude." Jake shakes his head, sitting back, my cat jumping from his lap, considering him having moved too much for his comfort.

"I don’t—care," I blurt.

Jake’s head drops back with a sigh before he picks it up again. "That’s probably part of the problem. Chan’s risking his career; Korea is no joke when it comes to this shit. I promise you, unless you’re physically in the industry as an idol over there, you have no idea. It’s so obsessive, and these companies, the management, they will not let you breathe, and the bigger you are—the tighter they hold onto you because there’s so much more to lose at that point."

He only leaves a half second of pause before he says, "I don’t think you’re compatible with—nor do you deserve, that kind of relationship with anyone."

Ouch.

It hurts that much more because—he’s right

"Now that doesn’t make Chan a bad person, or you a weak person. He’s got a right to this life he’s worked super hard to get to, and you’ve got a right to someone to love you the way you want to be loved, especially while you’re in the beginning stage of becoming great yourself. It’s a huge distraction—maybe not a relationship, but like, that kind of relationship."

I can do nothing but sigh, throwing my hands up and sitting back onto the couch, feeling, well, defeated. Can you blame me? It fucking sucks, the reality of it all that I was trying to avoid.

"Fuck," I finally say aloud.

Jake’s looking at me; I know he feels bad for breaking it down so plain, but he does it because he cares about me and wants the best for me, and I know that. “You still do what you want; it’s your life. Whatever you two decide is what you two decide, but that’s just—my limited experience.”

I scoff with a roll of my eyes, “Limited experience. Yeah ok.”

He laughs.

We both understand the subtext of the brief exchange.

“He says we need to talk tomorrow, about us and ‘where this is going’,” I say with air quotes.

“I mean, hey, it’s an opportunity to get your concerns out there, listen to his, and decide what’s best for you. He’ll decide what’s best for him. If that’s being together, great, if not, great. Either way, you’ll be ok. That’s how I like to see these kinds of things.” Jake says, his words profound and his perspective valuable to me. He leans forward, “We’ve known each other like what? Almost a year now?” I nod to confirm, and he continues, “In that short period of time, I can just—tell that you’re a strong person; you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t. If you ever need someone to talk to, my line is always open.”

I let another long breath go before laying across the sofa on my stomach, bringing myself closer to Jake as I lazily hug a pillow, resting my chin atop it. His advice is logged in my thoughts. I really don’t want to talk about it anymore—the way he phrased it did something to lower my anxiety so I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. “What about you, huh? What’s got you on the East Coast? You’re never over here, rarely in America anymore for real.”

“Yeah, I’ve been—busy, but it’s a blessing, you know? I’m so grateful that so many people support me, as a solo artist, doing my own thing, my way.” Jake never fails to acknowledge those around him that have supported him, and keeps himself grounded and humble somehow through being an international celebrity. “But I was at the Versace show over in Soho. I’ve got a couple of other shows to see for New York Fashion Week, but I touched down and had to come see you.”

I lift a brow. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Jake.”

Without hesitation, he fires back, “I’m not asking you to, y/n.”

It’s enough to drag a snort from me.

He laughs, “The hotels get lonely, and most places I go, I don’t know anyone. I like it here; you’ve done a lot since the last time I was here.” Jake looks around at the decor. He points to a painting of a cat skeleton on a black canvas. “That’s new, I like it.” He says.

“Yeah? I do too; it’s simple but it matches the vibe of the space, I found it by accident one day.”

When Jake says the hotels are lonely, I believe him. He often confides in me about how lonely his lifestyle can be and how it can drive him so crazy that he’ll call everyone through his phone until someone answers, and when that person hangs up, he’ll keep going. More often than not, he doesn’t have anyone to call, despite my insisting that I was an option. Some nights, when it gets really bad, he’ll have a tendency towards drinking, which is something I don’t like, and we’ve talked about ad nauseam. Of course, he’s always welcome in my safe spaces.

“So what’s new with the band? When you texted me the other day, you had like, tons of shit going on that you were freaking out about.” Jake cracks open the bottle of water, taking a gulp.

“I’m flying out to LA next week for a couple of events, but we’re like focused on album three right now; I’ve been locked in the studio just writing.”

“Ok, ok, you got anything for me to hear yet?” He seems to perk up to ask this question.

“Eh, nothing I’m ready to show or anything, just fragments of songs right now. The label is really pushing the work we did with album two to build the hype up for album three, and that’s the one they funded.” I kick my feet slowly in the air behind me as I talk.

“We should do a song together.” Jake says, quite suddenly. He can tell I’m taken aback. I mean, creatively, Jake and I get along great, but we had never discussed merging on a record before. “An official song, I think it could sound incredible.”

I immediately want to agree, of course, but I have a couple of hurdles I know I need to jump now that I’ve gotten to this point in my career. I hated that. I used to be able to agree to a collaboration immediately. But Jake had even more hoops to jump through; he couldn’t commit to something official now either.

So why was he proposing it?

“I gotta ask the label—”

“Fuck the label, dude.” Jake waves his hand, “They don’t have to know anything, not yet. We’ll just work together and see what happens. Whaddya say?”

It takes no thought for me to reply,

“Let’s do it.”

—

Jake wore me down enough to bring him down into the studio, insisting he didn't have anything important to do until tomorrow evening. I don't want to encourage his drinking, but when he spots the whiskey decanter, he gestures to it as I sit down in the main chair in front of the soundboard.

"What’s in there? Hennessy?" He answers his own question as I spin around in the chair to see what he’s talking about. He’s already over at the mini bar, opening it up and whiffing.

"Yeah, but I rarely drink it. I got it for guests." I turn towards my soundboard again, powering it up and waiting for the two large screens to load. I add another thought to the end of my sentence, albeit, to myself. Not like I have guests anyway.

Jake comes over with a glass, the brown liquor sloshing around as he tilts it in my direction. I roll my eyes, taking it, and he’s already got his glass, which he holds out for a toast.

"To the music," Jake says.

"The music." I oblige, clinking his glass and taking my gulp down a lot less gracefully than he does his, before he pours up another for himself. "Don’t overdo it; you’re gonna have a nasty hangover, and I won’t be the one to blame for it." I press a few buttons, and the house lights lower, back to the blue and purple hue I was sitting in earlier.

"I am a grown man that knows my limits." Jake states, matter-of-factly. He sits in the rolling chair at the table alongside me, pulling himself up to the soundboard and sitting back in his chair, sipping his drink as his eyes dance across the screens while I click around, pulling up my digital audio workstation of choice.

I point to the keyboard nearest to him, "Press a key for me?" He does, confirming it's connected and functional, the note ringing out through the monitors.

"Aw yeah." Jake sits up, setting his glass down on the designated cupholder space on the edge of the mixing table as he places both hands on the keys, beginning to fiddle with the limited random keys and chords he had learned how to play while being forced to learn as a trainee. "Damn, it’s been so long." He says, a half smile on his face. I can tell he’s reminiscing, I just can’t tell if it’s good or bad. "You’re so lucky to have control over your music, you know that?" He says, looking over at me before focusing back on the instrument again, slender fingers of his right hand climbing up the keys.

"I don’t really have total control, not anymore. Not sure I ever did." I say with a sigh. "It’s always been like—an Eli and me thing, not just a ‘me’ thing. I just get a little more attention because I’m the one out front, singing." I continue to explain. Jake’s stopped playing, instead choosing to lean in his chair and eye me over the top of his glass as he sips, listening to me with an empathetic nod. "Now with a major label involved, there are so many other factors now."

"You get the final say though, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess I do." I say with uncertainty, not because it isn’t true, but because it still feels like the decisions I make have to be based on what everyone else thinks is best for us. If I vehemently object, I’m persuaded down to the decisions of others. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being gaslit. But I don’t have much time to ruminate on that, since everything is moving forward at top speed.

"Guess it’s complicated?" Jake concedes.

I nod.

"Girl, you got it," Jake croons in his gruff voice, eyes closed, fingers snapping to start a rhythm. "And I know it, baby, why don’t you?”

I nod, sliding him away from the keys as I hit some chords to match his singing. Unsure if it's a freestyle or something pre-written, I catch the composition unfolding. Music flows through me effortlessly—my natural talent that's brought me this far. It didn't happen overnight, but creating is the part of music that feels like pure joy, a distraction from all the BS.

Soon, we're vibing out a hook, laughing for hours, blending funk with '90s groove, a nostalgic fusion. My phone rings, freezing me in place. The weight of unresolved problems crashes over me. Jake senses it; I bolt before he protests. His eyes speak understanding; he knows when to let me deal with my demons. I answer the phone, attempting to steady my voice.

“Hello?”

“You answered.”

It’s Chris.

His voice is tired, ironic, as if he couldn’t believe it himself but didn’t care.

It irritates me. Why call back so soon if compromise isn't on the table?

“I just called to say, that I’ll be there in about four hours.”

A lump forms in my throat; I glance around for a clock. Holed up in the studio with Jake, time escaped me.

“But you said—“

‘First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark, First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark.’

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a few, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

The phone beeps, leaving me in stunned silence. The studio's muted song hums in the background. I'm not ready to face it yet, still figuring out what this sudden visit means.

“Said I wouldn’t do this.” I mutter, pressing my fists against my forehead, heaving a frustrated sigh. I vowed not to let another man stir my emotions, yet here I am—almost having a meltdown. But my feelings are valid. No explanation after a heated argument, and suddenly he's on his way here?

Maybe he got another perspective from the members or his friends. Maybe he thought about it. Either way, he'll be here in four hours. We can hash it out then.

I muster the calm to return to the studio. Jake sits back, his chair turning towards me. “Well?”

I plop onto the nearby sofa. “He’s boarding a flight here now, said he’ll be here in four hours.”

Jake’s brows lift in surprise. “See? I told you…this was going to push you two in some direction it needed to go. Four hours? My man, okay BangChan!” Jake laughs, toasting with his glass. “So I added some drums, check it out.” He plays the track; the groove multiplies.

“You added that part too?” I notice another musical flair, and he nods proudly. After a few seconds, he turns it off, a slow fade of the volume knob.

“I think that’s enough for me to work with for now, what do you think?”

"The skeleton is definitely there, but what about more instruments?" I question. Jake pushes his chair back, picks up his hoodie, slipping it on as he stands up.

“It’s enough to write to; we can come back to it; if Chan’s on his way here, the last thing he needs is to see another guy here late night.” He slips on his shades, his phone reflected in them as he orders an Uber Black. I didn't think he cared like this, feeling closer to him; he did what he felt was best. I was freaking out about how to get him out in time, and Jake took the initiative.

A relieved sigh escapes me. “I owe you.”

“Absolutely nothing. You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart. I had a good time here tonight.” He tucks his phone in his jacket pocket. “Twelve minutes.”

I nod. “Follow me upstairs, I made some cookies yesterday; you can take some with you.”

“Ooh what kind?”

“Chocolate chip.”

“A classic.”

[gayemeralds]

important question: what are your top 5 favorite qualities of sonic’s character?

rattling you like a snow globe i am. OOOOOOOH i love sonic's character so much let's see (in no specific order)

1) moral ambiguity

sonic's not a typical goody-two shoes protagonist and i think that's super interesting, especially considering how his other "rival" video game protagonists at the time (like link and mario, etc) were. sonic's not a very cut ad dry character- he is a simple guy, sure, but when you start to peel away at some of his layers.... he's a lot more nuanced than you're lead to believe

sonic's very much a live by my own rules sort of person. and while his rules sort of match up to him being the good guy, it doesn't always make him "heroic". he killed king arthur under the complete understanding that king arthur was a real person. he kills erazor djiin. he encourages elise to kill solaris. sonic's not afraid to fight dirty, and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty when the situation calls for it.

most protagonists are more of a "we have to save everyone" or "if we kill the bad guy we're just as bad as them" type. but i think sonic specifically is interesting, because he does help some overcome their misdeeds- like knuckles, shadow, silver- but ultimately it's because those people weren't that bad in the first place. they were misguided and manipulated and confused. if they had a full grasp of the situation at hand, chances are, they would have chosen a different path. and even if they didn't, they still showed the potential for true growth.

but for a lot villains that are simply plain evil... sonic doesn't seem to particularly hesitate. sonic's attack in satbk would have undoubtedly killed merlina- he didn't know her well enough to assume that she could choose a different path, and was willing to act first and talk later, knowing he wouldn't be able to talk her out of it.

not even with eggman. he was going to let his counter part in satsr fall to his death, until shahra convinced him not to. he's used excessive lethal force before, especially in the classic games. and then of course there's the implications that sonic lets eggman get away because he finds their adventures fun. like yes, sonic's going to stop him- everything eggman does is against his principles. so sonic's going to fight him. but sonic is also a thrill seeker and a daredevil, and wouldn't life be quite dull without eggman?

2) villainous qualities

it sort of ties into sonic's more moral ambiguity but i think sonic's interesting because a lot of his qualities, depending on the framing, could be quite villainous in nature. a guy who chases after adventures, who fights just for the thrill of it, who's stubborn and doesn't ever compromise, who lives life by his own rules and doesn't care if the breaks other peoples rules?

if sonic ever chose to be a villain... he'd make a pretty good one. he has a different set of morals than others and he doesn't like compromising on his beliefs. he thinks he's right, so he's going to act on it. and quite a few sonic villains share a similar point of view- that their revenge, that their opinion, is correct, and they have no intention on listening to anyone else's.

additionally... sonic's not particularly shy with manipulating those around him. you can see this characteristic plainly in sonic x and idw, where sonic manipulates his friends into trying to get him off a boat and shadow into not killing eggman.

deep down, sonic isn't that much different from rouge, for instance. they're both thrill seekers who don't compromise on their beleifs and are, in some senses, quite selfish. they're very self driven and independent and are great manipulators. the only difference between the two of them is that sonic seems to have a bit more compassion. they're two sides of the same coin.

3) environmentalist

i kind of miss the messaging of the older games... sonic was always invested in maintaining the beauty of the natural world around him. he fights a villain who essentially pollutes just for the heck of hit. he started this heroing gig with little more motivation than protecting his woodland animal friends and their homes.

it wasn't always about gods and the hubris of men pretending to be them. at the very beginning, it was just about protecting a tiny island in the middle of the ocean and the little critters who lived there.

it's also interesting to note how this can translate to other scenarios, like with merlina. she wanted to go against the natural order of things, she wanted to try to create an eternal kingdom- sonic saw through her selfishness and also tried to convince her that some things just were meant to end. and sometimes you just have to enjoy it as it was.

4) kindness

i think the last point also segways into sonic's kindness- again, sonic didn't necessarily start this mission to save the world. sonic did this to save those little animal friends. he stepped up to the plate and challenged a mad scientist armed with thousands of robotic drones and fought him.

i think the best instance of his kindness is in sonic 06, where that same compassion actually causes the end of the world. sonic's insistence on helping elise, and not just saving her but getting her to smile, ends up dooming the world. he forms a bond so strong with her in the small amount of time they'd been together that seeing him die causes elise to cry for the first time in ten years. it's his death that sets causes the apocalypse, all because he was compassionate.

it's this kindness, too, that i think adds more nuance to his character. because sonic is at his core a devil may care daredevil, who only does what he thinks is right, and who only does things for the fun and the thrill of it. but its not entirely true, because sonic will go above and beyond the demands of the situations he finds himself in.

saving tails from his bullies? sure. he doesn't believe in oppressors of any form. but then essentially adopting that kid and letting him tag along on adventures, despite his solitary nature and unwillingness to settle down or be tied down? not necessary. saving angel island and giving knuckels abck his master emerald? well, he can't just let eggman win. befriending knuckles after? not necessary. helping shahra stop erazor djinn from devastating the arabian nights? well it's not like he's got anywhere else to be at the moment and it looks like a fun challenge. promising to get shahra to smile and taking the hit for her? not necessary. defeating merlina after she shows her true colors? it's what he thinks is the right thing to do, and her disregarding the natural order of things is just plain wrong. but trying to console her after they attempted to kill each other? unnecessary.

sonic is a bizarre juxtaposition of selfish and selfless. he's here to have fun and constantly seeks out danger, but he's not just willing to save the world- he's also here to help you smile.

5) subversion from usual "speed types"

sonic's also interesting to me in a sense that he's not really your average speedster, personality wise. yes, sonic can get impatient, and he that can lead to him being reckless, but for the most part... sonic isn't afraid of taking things slow and steady sometimes.

sonic's hobbies outside of fighting bad guys include reading, looking at pretty natural landscapes, and snoozing. when he's not fighting a bad guy he travels the world but otherwise has some pretty mundane, rather slow hobbies.

think of the usual speedster archetype- fast talking, always on the move, never sits still, chatty and friendly and kind of annoying.

and sonic can be all those things, but sonic's also allowed to be pretty slow. he's allowed to laze around and read a book or take a long nap. he's allowed to be solitary and non-social and quiet. he knows how to slow down and smell the roses. he knows to appreciate the moments he's got.

[crabbunch]

*boats ur boys*

Etho is sitting on the edge of the cobblestone platform, staring out into the deep dark. Impulse and Bdubs are up on the surface, collecting sand. Joel leans against the wall, and watches Etho, and savours what might be the last moments he will be able to share with his soulbound.

Alone, at least.

Etho is a strange, quiet guy, and Joel thinks that he would probably be okay to let the silence hover around them for as long as he could continue the guise of being quiet as to not wake up a warden. Joel knows that they are high enough to be perfectly safe, but he lets Etho have the stillness of the moment anyways.

For a little bit, anyways. After about half an hour, his fingers start to itch, and his faces twitches. He'd love to bite something, but he'll have to settle with talking.

"Etho," Joel says loudly.

Etho jumps a little, and turns around to face Joel, eyes wide. "Yeah?"

"We've been soulbound for ages now," Joel starts, walking over to sit next to him. "And I hardly know anything about you."

Etho blinks. "I mean, really? I can't think of anything you don't know."

"Your face," Joel replies immediately. "I don't know what it looks like. Take off the mask."

"My face?" Etho's voice cracks. "Joel, I think there's been a misunderstanding-"

"I'm not flirting," Joel backpedals. "I mean, I was flirting a little I guess, but mostly actually I was just curious to see what you look like underneath the mask, you know?"

"I'm not wearing a mask," Etho says.

"...Etho, I can see the mask on your face," Joel argues, squinting at the blue fabric.

"I'm not wearing a mask!" Etho insists. "That's just- my face just looks like that!"

"Sure, sure," Joel says. "That's- that's fine. We're only soulbound, we're only- look, Etho, I know you like jokes, but I seriously want a straight answer from you right now! If you're uncomfortable with showing me, that's fine, just- tell me, you know?"

"I-" Etho blinks, and blinks, and blinks. "Joel, I am being serious."

Etho pats his pockets, and pulls a potato out of his pocket. He takes an exaggerated bite of it for Joel's sake, and Joel-

"What," Joel says. "Wait. You mean to tell me- you just have a section of skin that's blue in exactly the shape of a mask."

"Yeah," Etho says. "Do you wanna feel it?"

Joel leans over and gently presses a finger to Etho's cheek. He rubs it back and forth- it feels exactly like normal skin.

"Wow," Joel breathes. "Wow. Okay. Uh, thank you?"

Etho's eyes crinkle happily. "Sure thing. I'm really not as private as most people think."

"And you don't say anything about it?" Joel says indignantly, leaning closer to Etho. He presses his shoulder into Etho's side and leans his head against his shoulder.

Etho gives him a strange look. "No?"

"Right, right, forgot that you were you," Joel laughs. "...who else knows?"

"Bdubs," says Etho. Joel's stomach twists uncomfortably. "Cleo, Beef, Doc. Pause, I think? That's probably it."

"Right," says Joel. "Uh, we should probably get going. People to kill, stuff to burn, you know?"

"Are you going to miss this?" Etho asks instead of replying. He looks away from the general direction of Joel back towards the ancient city.

"Are you?" Joel shoots back. He doesn't think he could stand to admit that it will feel like loosing a limb when he and Etho unravel from each other and go back to living their solitary lives if Etho doesn't feel the same way.

"I'm not sure," Etho says thoughtfully. "I guess I'll find out once we die."

"Right," says Joel.

He stares out into the darkness and tries to see whatever it is Etho sees in it- he doesn't quite get it, probably, but he comes a little close. The empty-quiet-longing tug in his gut helps.

Did you love me, Joel does not ask. Did you love this like you love your quiet places and your jokes and Bdubs, or was the rush of everything I felt too much? He does not ask, because he cannot bear to hear any answer.

"You're right, we should get going," Etho stands up with a chuckle. He rubs the back of his head and offers Joel a hand to help him stand up.

"We better find Impulse and Bdubs before they get themselves killed," Joel agrees. "Idiots. They'd walk right off a cliff without realizing it if we weren't there for them."

"Oh, you know Bdubs," Etho says in the same tone of voice he mocked Joel with after he got them both killed. "He's fragile."

"Y-yeah," Joel stutters, and they walk out of the caves into the bright noonday sun, and Joel does not think about the ways Etho loves at all.

[thefatiguedfatale]

Fuck You

Fluff (?)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Swearing

Ao3

Summary: POV you have a temper that rivals Kid’s and it causes some problems.

A/N: I have only met Kidd twice. But the propaganda for him here is strong and I am easily swayed lol. So I wrote this. I will accept any and all feedback for this because I just wrote this based off of vibes and vibes alone. Enjoy <3

“Can the both of you please stop fighting for one moment. We're nearing the island soon and we need as much cover as we can get.” You barely heard Killer’s plea over the screaming match you were having with Kid. Not that clearly hearing it would have made any difference. You both were too deep in your argument to lose steam now. The crew stuck to the sides of the ship, not very eager to be anywhere either of you.

“You are such a fucking joke it's a miracle that you can even keep your crew alive for this long.”

“Don't you dare fucking disrespect my crew! If you don't need my help then you can gladly jump off this boat and swim back to whatever island you're from!”

The both of you stood within centimeters of each other. You stared daggers into his eyes, and the ones he stared back were just as sharp. The sheer anger radiating off the both of you left a hefty weight rolling around the deck of the Victoria Punk like a heavy fog.

“Then don't go fucking asking me for help when you gets lost in the jungles and get killed off one by one. I would say by the animals, but I'm pretty sure your stupidity would get them killed first.”

Killer could see the veins growing in both of your faces and decided that now was the time to intervene before a physical fight erupted, where either one of you were likely to actually throw each other off the edge of the boat. Killer did his best to stand between the sliver of space that was between the both of you as each of you continued to stare at each other in pure hatred. The both of you were brick walls, unwilling to move. Moving meant conceding to Kid and you would be damned before you moved for that bastard. The three of you stood within inches of each other. The rest of the deck was silent, slightly eager to see what would happen next. 

You liked Killer a lot, he was a lot of good things. You liked that he was kind, considerate, and had much more of a level headedness to him than his captain. That last part you especially appreciated. It was only out of sheer respect for Killer that you huffed and backed away from Kid. Killer took the moment immediately pushing his way in between the both of you. He was now chest to chest with Kid. 

He’s blocking his vision from me. Smart.

You maneuvered your way around Killer’s block and take the chance to stare daggers at Kid once again. 

Killer did his best to calm down the both of you. He reminded each of you that there was something to gain for your own benefit by going to this island and that the both of you needed each other’s help to be able to reach your goals successfully. 

“We need y/n’s help to navigate this island” he then turned to you, “and you need us to help you get what you need off that island to be able to help your people.” 

Dammit Killer. He hit you where it hurt the most. A ragged breath escaped your lips as you succumb to Killer’s logic. Kid did the same, though it took him a bit longer to calm himself down.

“Fine.” you began to walk away into the Victoria Punk, into the room they had set up for you. 

You walked by the both of them, purposely knocking your shoulder into Kid on the way past. Even though you did your best, you knew that it wouldn't have done any damage, but it would irritate him. Which was all that mattered.

 You received your wish fairly quickly. He grunted, but before he could say a word Killer already had his hand on his shoulder, hoping to tame the beast that you tempted once more. 

You did your best to keep your mouth shut. Cross your heart, you really did try. However, your urge to rattle the cage even more overtook you. And before you knew it, the words just slipped right out of your mouth. 

“You're lucky that I like Killer so much, or else I would've dropped your dumbass into the bottom of the ocean by now.” 

A sly grin grew on your lips.

“It helps that he’s cute too. Very easy on the eyes, even with the mask on.” 

You didn't look back as you heard Kid loudly cussing you out and Killer trying desperately to calm him down again. You felt a little bad for pulling that stunt, but seeing the pure emotions that you could elicit from Kid was too good to pass up on. 

You were writing down notes at your desk when you had started to hear the commotion. Hours had passed by, and you were sure that the crew was now preparing to dock the ship. You heard muffled yelling of commands and the stomps of heavy boots running past. The sound was becoming quite familiar to you in these past few months. But you also heard another sound that did not coincide with the melody of the docking of the ship. It was loud and sharp and abrasive and it absolutely put a small grin on your face. Ah yes, the chimes of success, in the specific tone of Kid’s frustrated stomping and yelling from above the deck as well. Your grin grew a bit wider as you heard that same disruptive stomping coming closer and closer towards your room.

He didn't hesitate to bust open your door. He was seething,  but you loudly ignored his glares as you calmly sat down at your desk continuing to write.

In your calmest tone of voice, you greeted his grandiose entrance. 

“Hello to you too.”

It took him seconds to stride across the room. Slamming the door shut before he does.

“‘Very easy on the eyes, even with the mask on.’” Kid mocks. “What the fuck was that?”

Swimming laps in a pool full of berries wouldn’t feel as good as you did right now watching your boyfriend seething at the compliment you gave his first mate. You choose to swim another lap as you gave him another calm and collected smile.

“I only speak the truth.” 

He didn’t answer and choose to grimace instead.

You sighed at his dramatics and stood from your seat, walking straight towards his looming figure “You know I’m joking right? How would I even know how Killer looks under a mask that covers his entire face?” 

A ‘tch’ came out of Kid’s mouth and he rolled his eyes 

“Of course I fucking do. What do I look like, an idiot?”

You lay a hand against Kid’s tinted cheek. 

“Of course you did.” You gave a small peck against the other cheek. “You are the only guy for me Kid. I promise.” You captured his lips in yours and immediately got lost in the kiss. Kid was only starting to deepen the kiss when you whispered.

“Now if you were to pass away under mysterious circumstances and Killer was still around… that’s another story.”

Kid tore your hand from his face and pushed your laughing figure away from him as he made his way out of your room the same way that he had come in, stomping.

“Fuck you!”

“Love you too!” your laughter echoed across the entire ship.

[fluffyfranny]

Birthday Gone Bonkers

Summary: It's June 9th, which means it's our favorite dog-loving biker's birthday! And his kyoudai has early morning plans for him in the form of greeting him bright and early on his special day!

However, someone else has early morning plans as well-

Inspiration for this story comes from @mickules (hope the mention is okay :'3) and their parent trap AU featuring Taka and Ishida as brothers! To summarize, chaos ensues with both of them in the same room >:3

6:09 AM.

Of all times to be woken up from one of the best sleeps so far this early into summer break, it was this early.

However, the time served its purpose.

As Mondo reached one sleep-numb arm to the nightstand to nab his phone off the charger, the time and date were in sync. His eyes squinted at the screen, the room still being dark and him being just roused from deep slumber, and did a miniature double-take upon realization:

June 9th at 6:09 AM.

His birthday.

A humored huff left his lips and blew a few strands of bleached orange hair from his vision as he held the phone up to his ear, sleepy grin intact until a voice as loud as a freight train yanked him from his daze, causing him to almost chuck the phone against the wall.

"Happy birthday, little bro!"

Daiya, you scumbag...

"Heh, thanks Dai..." he nearly whispered, voice still deep and raspy from sleep. "But I gotta ask, was this on purpose?"

"Whaddya mean, my guy?" His older brother questioned, the smile apparent in his voice on the other line. "OH, the time! Yeahhh, that was intentional."

"What on Earth gave ya the idea to wake me up this early?" Mondo questioned, bringing his free fist to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Oh, it was Michi's idea!" Daiya confessed. Just as he stated this, another voice came over the line, further rousing Mondo from sleep.

"Yo, s'that Mondo?" Takemichi's voice came through muffled, as if he were trying to shove Daiya out of the way so he could get to the phone. "HEY BIG GUY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Mondo squeezed his eyes shut at this second ear-blasting birthday wish, but responded the same as he did to Daiya; he ;et out a sleep-laced chuckle. "Thanks, lil dude."

"Hard to believe you're still younger than me even though you're a giant!" Daiya teased from beside Michi.

"HEY," Mondo fussed, mentally making a fist as he wanted nothing more to put Daiya in a headlock after that. "Ya don't gotta bring that up all the time, dude!"

A few belly-shaking laughs came from the older biker, and Michi, on the other line, was hunched over, wheezing himself as he slapped a hand over his knee.

"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya, big guy," Daiya reassured. "Jus' figured we'd give ya a call before you get swept up in the day. We're gonna try and stop by later if my bike comes outta the shop in time."

"Ahh, no worries if ya can't," Mondo admitted, sweeping his hair out of his face. "We can always go out an' celebrate late if that's what we gotta do."

"Whatever floats your boat, broski," Michi chimed in again.

"Pssh, love ya too, lil guy."

"What was that, you big ol-"

"Enough, Michi, let the boss man go," Daiya scolded playfully. "Besides, his kyoudai is probably already up by how loud we've been screamin'."

Mondo snorted. This wouldn't be the first time that he'd woken Taka up during an early morning call, or morning in general. Sometimes it was the snoring, other times he may or may not have rolled him off the bed...

He did a double-take towards the door when he thought he picked out the sound of the floorboards creaking from outside his bedroom, followed by the sound of footsteps getting louder and shuffling across the wood before descending downstairs. He slapped a hand to his forehead and rubbed it as he groaned internally:

Ah shit, did I actually wake him up?

"Mon, hey, you there?" Michi was trying to get his attention from the other line, and he shook his head to clear it as he sputtered.

"Y-yeah, sorry man, just..." He glanced back at the door. "Thought I heard somethin'. It's still early, ya know?"

"Yeah, we gotcha," the shorter blonde assured. "We're gonna let ya go now in case ye wanna catch another few winks."

Daiya took the phone. "What lil man said, we'll talk to ya later. I'll let ya know if we're gonna make it."

Mondo nodded. "Yeah, sure thing. Talk later, bro."

"Bye-bye, birthday boy~" The two jeered teasingly, hanging up quickly so Mondo wouldn't have enough time to bite back.

"HEY, why I oughta-!" He sighed as the line went dead, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to put his phone back on the charger and slip on a white sleeveless top before shuffling towards the door.

Might as well get a head start today...

Upon closing the door to his bedroom, Mondo swore he could hear whispers coming from the hallways. He checked behind him towards the door that housed Taka's room, but it was shut and nobody was there.

Then, it hit him: he had heard something earlier...

Downstairs...

Having not bothered to out his hair up even into a low ponytail, Mondo swept the mop of strands that hung over his face to one side, raking his hand through it to smooth it down before descending the stairwell to the adjoined living room and kitchen. As he did, the whispers seemed to cease, having taken notice of the biker's presence.

Upon entering the living room, he could make out Taka through blurry eyes.

"Happy birthday, kyoudai!"

The third wish of the day wasn't as loud as those of his brothers, for he was a distance away from him, so he shot a wink and a still-sleepy grin in his directions.

"Thanks, bro, but don't ya think it's a bit too-"

Mondo paused mid-sentence as he was, quite literally, seeing double. There were two outlines of his bro standing in front of him, and he tried rubbing his eyes to rid of the double vision.

Nope, still two of him. And his eyes weren't even blurry...

Wait wait wait-

"What's the matter, bro?" The two of him said in sync, tilting their heads to the side while sparing each other a sideways glance, red eyes glimmering even this early in the morning.

"Don't you pull this kinda shit with me today..." He snarled lowly.

"What? Whatever do you mean?" The Taka on the left spoke, rather confused.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you mean, kyoudai..." The right Taka admitted, eyes keeping their gaze on Mondo.

"Kiyo, you fucker..." Mondo sneered, eyes flicking between the two forms of his bro, trying to discern which one of the two was his real kyoudai.

Kiyo, nickname for Taka's twin brother, Ishida, had the tendency to disguise himself as his older sibling with makeup and hair dye, as well as spot-on voice mimicry. The only difference between the two was an ever so slight difference in their eye color, but Mondo was both too enraged and sleepy still to put effort into glaring deep into their eyes to make the real one out.

So alternate measures had to be taken... he'd figure out which one was the real Taka through means of recalling their knowledge of each other.

"Alright, this is how it's gonna go..." Mondo clarified with a clearing of his throat. "I'm gonna quiz ya both and break down the details. I'm gonna figure out which one of ya is fuckin' around with me."

Both Taka's eyes widened before collectively nodding, lips pursed together.

"Aight, uh, first off," Mondo's brain chugged to life as he tried to think of what to ask first. "What color are my eyes?"

"Purple," both of the Takas said in unison, with the one on the left perking up. "You do know that that's super obvious, right?"

Mondo huffed and wiped the corner of his lip with his thumb. "Yeah yeah, right, just startin' off easy! Now uh... what breed of dog is Chuck back at home?"

"A maltese," both Takas replied.

"You introduced him and his breed the day we met!" The Taka on the right piped up with a smile.

Mondo was getting frustrated now, even after two simple questions that had obvious answers. He pondered over the current situation and what information he had gathered.

Both had responded after answering at least once, one questioning him about how obvious and straightforward his questions and answers were, while the other followed up with gleefully recalling the reason behind the answer.

The real Taka wouldn't question him asking stupid questions, even thought he was a bit of a numbnut...

He could try one last thing...

"Alrighty then," Mondo perked up with this last proposition, a smirk creeping up onto his face. "One last thing...who wants their good morning kiss?"

At this, both Takas let out little gasps. The one on the right's cheeks went extremely pink, while the one on the left had a drop of sweat leak down his forehead and then his temple...

Leaving a trail of black without him seeming to notice...

Aha!

After analyzing their brief reactions, Mondo chuckled before approaching the Taka on the right, the one on the left watching from a sideways glance as he brought up a knuckle to wipe away the "sweat," only for his skin to come away black.

"Gotcha," Mondo rasped before pressing a brief smooch to the real Taka's lips, earning a squeak from him and hearing the other go:

"Awe, rats!"

After their brief embrace, Mondo and Taka turned to their left and saw the other Taka's eyes ignite, the black fading from his hair and revealing snowy white fluff as the dye leaked down his undershirt and his arms.

"Almost had ya, punk!" Ishida grumbled, ruffling his hair in defeat, almost having stolen a kiss from his lovesick brother on his kyoudai's birthday, of all days.

"Oh, don't think yer getting off the hook so easily," Mondo growled, a bony finger coming to point directly at him. "When my bros get here, so help me God, yer screwed..."

"Also, Kiyo..." Taka chimed in, a finger of his own pointing at his brother. "You're about to get hair dye all over the carpet."

Ishida glanced down his arms and the black trails of dye, looking like an eyeliner pen had exploded on him. He shrugged and slipped his white tank top off to mop at his skin, much to the dismay of Taka and Mondo.

"What? I'll just put er in the wash and it'll be spick and span!" He had missed a few spots, the inky dye leaving stained streaks down his arms and chest like zebra stripes.

"Yer gonna need a shower after we're done with ya..."

Unbeknownst to them, Daiya and Takemichi had arrived at their shared home and snuck the door open as the three had their confrontation, with the brothers holding back snickers as Michi had snuck a photo of the moment Mondo gave Taka a kiss.

Everyone whipped their heads towards the front door, and eyes instantly widened as Michi made his way towards Ishida, a pair of cupcakes in hand.

"H-hey little dude, wh- what're ya doing with those?" Ishida stammered, scooting towards the stairs.

"Oh, nothin'..." The blonde sneered, an evil smile pasted across his face. "Jus' wanna offer ya a little taste of...brotherly love."

He lunged at the white-haired twin, and Ishida yelped and made a beeline up the stairs, Michi right on his heels.

As the remaining three watched the early morning commotion, Daiya nonchalantly shut the door before pacing over to Mondo. "Wonder what the neighbors are gonna think of that one," he chimed right before putting his younger brother in a miniature headlock and mussing his already unkempt hair. "Happy birthday again, lil man!"

"I already told ya, I'm not LITTLE!" Mondo snapped, arms grasping at his older brother's in an attempt to get his own around his neck. The two had a miniature wrestling match before Taka intervened.

"Gentlemen, PLEASE!" He shouted the last word, causing them both to freeze where they stood, one of Mondo's hands deep into messing up Daiya's pompadour, while the older one's left arm was still around Mondo's shoulders. "It's still too early for this kind of horseplay!"

"Oh, like yer one to talk," Mondo spat teasingly as he winked in Taka's direction, making his cheeks flare up slightly. "YOU'RE the early riser around these parts that likes to rouse me outta hibernation!"

"Because the morning is important! You have to start your day the right way there and then!" The flush in his cheeks got deeper with this next bit. "E-especially today, cause it's your birthday!"

The brothers gave each other seething stares before they released each other, both going to smooth down their messed up hair. Mondo stepped forward to give Taka's own hair a rustle, the prefect's hands grasping at his wrists in protest, which earned laughs from both the Owadas.

A few seconds passed before someone could be heard stomping down the stairs. Ishida was back, only this time, with frosting matted in his locks and Michi's legs hooked around his abdomen as he kept himself latched on while rubbing the remains of the cupcakes through his hair. Both looked across at the trio, Ishida's eyes sagging with defeat but still glimmering with unseen rage, while Michi still had a smug grin across his face.

"What are y'all waiting for?" The blonde shouted gleefully. "Time to start the day!"

"Stop, lil dude, yer startin' to sound like Ishi," Mondo teased, earning a mock gasp and a playful smack to his chest from the back of the prefect's hand.

"How dare-!"

"I'm playin', dude, I'm playin' with ya, I promise!"

After a few more little laughs at the state everybody was in, they all collectively stared at Mondo, to which he responded with a classic rubbing of the back of his neck and a stammering response.

"Th-thank you guys, really. You make my birthday worthwhile."

He reached his arms out and dragged everyone into a big group hug, a few 'oof's escaping from Michi and Taka before they returned the gesture.

"Happy birthday to me, indeed..."

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 7: Sea Legs

Summary: Loki discovers something you're afraid of. You lie to Thor for Loki's sake. He takes advantage of both events.

Word Count: 2,986

Author’s Notes: Fun chapter, I think. Also, a taglist was requested so a taglist was created. If you want to be added or removed let me know. Those who were tagged, please let me know if it didn't work. I've never done a taglist before.

Masterlist

Thor and Loki were walking through the streets of New Asgard, toward the docks in the harbor. Gradually, mortals were becoming a more common sight in New Asgard. It was an inevitable result of the development of the town. Supplies had to be delivered, workers were needed for construction. Loki noticed a few here and there as they made their way down the street. There was one in particular that he took note of: she had a large dog following close at her heels. Thor seemed to recognize you at the same time and called your name. It was now a familiar sight, you waving a greeting to them. Loki took a breath and braced himself for your response.

"Boys!"

Loki exhaled.

You met the brothers in the street and Thor wrapped you in a hug. Loki actually took a step backwards. You two hugged upon greeting now? This was beyond the pale. Thor stepped back to look at you. "What brings you to New Asgard today?" "Oh, I had another delivery this morning. Just dropped it off. I'm heading to town now to pick up some groceries." "Oh!" Thor smiled wide, looking at Loki then back to you. "We are heading to town as well. You must let us give you a ride, to return the favor." You looked at him inquisitively. "A ride? On what?" Thor gestured toward the docks. "One of our kinsmen, Hlodvr, he is taking us to town by boat, he'll be showing me improvements needed in the harbor along the way."

Loki noticed your entire posture changed immediately. You suddenly seemed much smaller, more reserved. "Oh. Um. I don't know, I was planning on walking." The uncertainty in your voice was obvious. Thor didn't seem to notice. "There's no sense in you walking all that way when we're going there as well. It would be no trouble at all." Your mouth tightened slightly while you considered the offer. Loki caught on. "You're afraid of the sea." Thor turned back to you quickly, surprised. "Is this true?" You straightened your shoulders. "No! No. Well... no. Not really. I'm not afraid. It's just...." You looked out at the water beyond the harbor. "The ocean is very big and I am very small, and I can respect that power dynamic." Thor gave a deep laugh and clapped you on the shoulder. "A wise philosophy, indeed. You don't have to join us, but I can assure you you'll never be in safer hands than with Hlodvr at the helm. And we would love to have you." You looked between Thor and the water a few times, but eventually found your resolve and nodded. "Alright, let's do it." Thor beamed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he led you toward the docks. "My lady, I personally vow that no harm will come to you." You smiled up at him. "That does make me feel better."

Thor led the group down the pier to a relatively small boat. An older Æsir man was working on this or that, presumably prepping to launch. He looked up as the group approached. "Ho, Thor! Good to see you." "And you, Hlodvr. Are we ready to make way?" The man nodded. "Just about." He stepped out the boat onto the pier. He had wiry build; on the thin side, but sinewy. There was no doubt his arms still held every bit of strength as they ever did. His hair was a sandy sort of color that made it difficult to discern how much was grey. His beard was much the same. The lines on his face crinkled up to his dark eyes as he smiled. "And who do we have with us?" Thor smiled. "This is a good friend of ours. She was heading to town, do you think we could give her a lift? And Ash as well." He gestured down to the dog. Hlodvr smiled as he crouched down to greet Ash. "Well, I never met a dog I didn't like." He looked up at you and added, with a wink, "Or a lady, for that matter," You laughed and shook the hand he offered as he stood. "Thank you for taking us aboard." "It will be my pleasure." He motioned for you to step aboard and you did so. The black dog did not hesitate to follow you.

The boat was about ten feet wide, with bench-like seats running on either side of the back half. The bow had railing and space to stand. The midsection of the boat was covered with something of a roof, but open so that one could walk from bow to stern unimpeded. Here there were two seats and the helm on one side.

You took one of the bench seats near the stern. Loki sat on the opposite side. He was impressed my how well you hid your apprehension while Thor and Holdvr untied the mooring lines. Thor boarded and stood beside the wheel, bracing himself on the eave of the roof.

Hlodvr took his place at the wheel and looked back at his passengers. "Everyone here can swim, yes? I'm not quite used to these Midgard contraptions." He gave a cheeky grin, which quickly faded as Thor leaned down and spoke into his ear. His eyes widened slightly as he looked to you. "It was a joke, my lady. I swear. They've not yet made a ship I can't pilot, in any realm." You laughed. "I have complete confidence in you." Hlodvr gave a nod and set to work and soon the engine was sputtering to life.

The boat moved slowly through the water, circling the harbor while Hlodvr and Thor examined areas that needed to be repaired or could potentially cause problems. They worked their way along the jetty until it seemed everything had been addressed, and moved out of the harbor into open sea, where the vessel picked up speed.

You were tense, but clearly trying not to show it. Ash, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Loki couldn't help but be amused at the contrast. The dog was all wagging tail and lolling tongue, sitting next to you on the seat, toward the bow, leaning forward to catch the wind. You kept one hand on his collar, Loki wondered if you did it for his security or your own.

Thor and Hlodvr were occupied, facing forward, looking ahead. Between the engine and the wind it was impossible to hear one another without shouting. An idea struck Loki, as he looked at you straining to appear calm. He did his best to hide his smirk and gave a surreptitious wave of his hand. A large dorsal fin appeared in the water, following behind the boat. He waited patiently. After several minutes he saw your eye catch sight of the fin. You sat up a little in your seat with a look of disbelief. "Is that-" Suddenly an impossibly large shark breached from the water, leaping directly at you with its mouth agape. You yelped and ducked your head against Ash just as the shark made contact and shattered into particles of light. Ash looked back at you, perplexed.

Thor called over the wind. "Everything alright?" You sat up and called back. "Yes, everything's fine." Then immediately turned to Loki with narrowed eyes. He could see the smile you were trying to hold back. He innocently raised his brows and smirked in response. You shook your head and looked back out over the waves. For the rest of the ride you seemed to be much more relaxed. Loki felt satisfied in his work.

In just a few short minutes the boat was approaching the harbor of the human town. The boat's speed dropped and with it so did the noise. Conversation could be made again. Hlodvr looked back at you. "I noticed the mark on your arm. That must be quite the story." Thor folded his arms across his chest and grinned. "Oh, it is. You must hear it." You leaned back against your seat and looked straight at Loki. "Shark attack." Loki's smirk returned immediately. "A twenty-footer grabbed me right off the boat and pulled me under. Held my breath for ten minutes while I beat it into submission. After it let go of my arm it was so embarrassed it even brought me back to the boat." Hlodvr laughed good-naturedly as he steered the vessel into port. "Now that's a fish tale if I ever heard one."

The boat came to rest along the dock and Hlodvr and Thor secured the lines. You disembarked and thanked Hlodvr for the ride, he tipped his cap and assured you the pleasure was entirely his. You and the brothers started down the pier into town with Ash padding alongside.

Thor turned to you. "How was the trip for you? Did you enjoy it at all?" "There was one moment when my heart leapt up to my throat," You cut your eyes to Loki, who was the image of innocence. "but overall it was very enjoyable. I'm glad you talked me into it. Thank you." "Wonderful. I'm glad to hear it."

You and Thor went about your normal way of conversation as you walked through the town. Eventually Thor stopped at a street corner, when it became apparent that your paths no longer coincided. "I'm afraid we must part ways. Our meeting with Brynjar is down here." He gestured down the street behind him. You were saying something in response but Loki had frozen. "Brynjar? We're to meet with Brynjar?" Thor looked at him, slightly confused. "Yes, to discuss the harbor. I told you so this morning." Norns. Loki generally only half-listens to what Thor says over breakfast. It had never failed him before. Now he was faced with another meeting in that office. Hours of bureaucracy. No, not bureaucracy, the discussion of bureaucracy. The thought alone was already dulling his mind. He was desperately trying to concoct a way out when your voice broke through.

"Actually, and I hate to ask, but if you don't need Loki at the meeting do you think I could borrow him? I've just realized I don't have what I need to carry my groceries home myself. I could use another pair of arms." Loki turned to you, surprised. He nearly didn't notice the lie. You waved a hand and gave a sheepish look. "It's so embarrassing, sorry. I had planned on stopping by the house to grab my cart, I can't believe I forgot about that." Thor thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose he isn't completely necessary, though I do prefer having his input." He turned to his brother. "It's up to you, Loki." Loki did not like the idea of spending time alone with you, especially doing such a mundane errand, in the middle of the human town, no less. However, absolutely anything would be better than a repeat of the last meeting he sat in. "Well, brother, the lady needs assistance, and it is our fault, since we brought her here by sea and disrupted her plans." Thor looked surprised, then nodded. "That is true. I suppose I'll see you at home."

You and Thor bid farewell and started off in separate directions. Loki walked beside you in silence. After a few minutes you peered over your shoulder in the direction Thor had been, then spoke to Loki. "I don't actually need your help." "I know." Loki kept his gaze forward. "Oh, right. Hah, I forgot about that." "Why did you lie to my brother?" Your sheepish look was genuine this time. "Yikes, when you put it that way I feel kinda guilty about it. I just wanted to give you an out." He looked at you. "An out?" "Yeah, so you didn't have to go to that meeting." You gave him a wry smile. "Even the prospect of dinner at my place didn't put so much dread in your eyes." Loki suddenly felt a pang of something. Embarrassment? Guilt? The dread he'd felt about those events seemed unfair to you now. He almost felt compelled to apologize. "Anyway, you don't have to help me carry groceries. You can go home. I won't tell Thor." He considered this offer, but the thought of walking through the human town alone put him on edge. He was already feeling eyes on him. He was trying to keep his thoughts away from the old woman at the produce stand. Of course, he wasn't going to tell you that. "No, I'll help you. At least one of us should be honest with Thor." You laughed. "Alright, alright."

Here was your destination, a supermarket. You signaled to Ash as he'd often seen you do before, and the dog placed himself out of the way near the storefront and sat down. Loki followed you inside.

This was a mistake. There were so many people here and he was already drawing their attention. The lights were bright and miserable. You lifted two plastic hand baskets from a rack near the entrance and held one out to him. "Here, take this." Loki looked down at the basket skeptically. You gently shook the basket at him. "Come on, it'll help. Nobody looks threatening when they're holding a grocery basket." As he took it, you hung yours in the crook of your arm. He followed suit. This elicited a giggle from you. Loki frowned. "What?" You were grinning. "Nothing, it's just... you're so regal." "I am a prince." "Exactly. You're an alien god-prince and you're holding a little plastic basket." Another giggle. Loki looked irritated. "This was your idea." "Yes, and it's working perfectly. I am a genius."

Loki had no chance to comment, with a flourish you turned to begin down the first aisle. You chose your items off the shelves, sometimes stopping to inspect a label or judge the quality. Sometimes the item went into your basket, sometimes into Loki's, there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. You spoke to him throughout, but never in a manner that required a response. You commented on something being your favorite or what recipe you'd use it for or insisted that Loki must try it sometime. He walked with you silently as you made your circuit. The two of you caught a lot of looks from strangers, but these looks were different. These were mostly looks of confusion, not fear. Confusion was certainly easier to ignore. Or maybe it was easier to bear the attention because it was directed at the both of you together.

Eventually you made your way through the checkout with Loki in tow. The cashier made polite small talk with you and you produced two canvas bags from your pockets into which the groceries were loaded. You wordlessly handed one to Loki as you chatted. He thought he caught the faintest smile on the cashier's face when you did so. Soon the two of you were stepping back out onto the sidewalk. You called to Ash as you began down the road. Loki found himself surprised at how painless the endeavor had been.

You continued your comments as you walked through the town, making your suggestions for this cafe or that shop. As if he would ever spend any time here that wasn't strictly necessary. Loki still didn't respond but that didn't stop you. Soon the town was behind you and the empty road stretched on ahead. The pair of you walked in silence for a few minutes, which Loki was quite happy to maintain. He was mildly annoyed when you broke it.

"The shark was very impressive." He held back his smirk as best he could. "I thought so as well." "I'll get you back for that." Loki laughed. "What sort of revenge could a mortal possibly hope to inflict on the God of Mischief?" "Oh, you will be surprised." You gave him a smirk of your own. Loki replied with a doubtful scoff.

That was the end of the conversation until your farm came into view. The horse and the goat we grazing out in the field beyond the stone wall. Rounding the yew tree in the corner, you came to a stop in front of your cottage. The dog trotted onto the porch and waited by the door.

You settled the fabric tote on your shoulder then held out a hand to take the other from Loki. "Thank you for carrying those." Loki placed the handles in your open hand. "I was bound by my word." You chuckled. "We both know you weren't." Your expression was a little too knowing for Loki's comfort. "Anything would have been preferable to that meeting." Loki admitted. "Even my company?" You tutted. "Poor Brynjar." "If you had been party to the last meeting, you would understand." "It must have been truly awful, to make you so desperate." You stepped onto the porch. "At any rate, his loss was my gain. Thanks again."

You waved and Loki gave a nod in response. As you disappeared through the door he continued his walk to New Asgard, alone. He was halfway home.

He wasn't sure how he felt about the day's events. The time alone with you had seemed too friendly for his liking. However, he told himself, it had been a means to an end. He avoided the mind-numbing meeting and the ugly glances of the townfolk. When you got down to it, it had all been of great benefit to him. It was frustrating that he kept finding himself in the position where accepting your kindness is the option that benefits him most. It sent the wrong message but surely it would be foolish not to take every possible advantage. Surely.

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[orchid-and-co-comics]

Inner Evil (Pages 17-20)

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Somewhere else...

Alexander was off to meet up with a couple of heroes...

"Hello, I'm glad you all could make it." Alex smiled as he waved to them.

Valorie waved back "Glad to be here Alex!"

"You're too enthusiastic about this aren't you?" Karl question.

Some hours later...

"So that's the case. I have set arrangements so that you three go with them... It could be good for you too..." Alexander stated.

"It would be nice." Valorie sighed "But will things be ok here while we are gone?"

"You should have more faith in your friends Valorie." Karl smirked "I would be more worried about how we're going to communicate?"

Archie watched them talk... "I wish I could understand them."

"I am sorry, I'm Alexander... And your name is...?" Alex asked the small Illager.

"Archie... I'm surprised you can speak with me." Archie shook Alexander's hand.

"I'm really sorry for leaving you out of the conversation." Alex apologize.

"It's ok, I'm just glad someone can..."

"Oh, my goodness!" Valorie was shocked "How? What magic? So cool! How can we talk with them?"

"Wh-How?!" Karl was stunned to silence

"I studied really hard..." stated Alexander answered them "... It was well worth it."

"For others though, I have a prototype totem..." He said "... These will let you talk with them as well as listen in return..." He handled them over...

"Will this really work?" Valorie asked, Archie heard what they were saying

"Boy, this is an ugly trinket." Karl stated

"Not really, it's pretty cool." Valorie responded...

'I wonder...?' Archie thought, then spoke "So, you can understand me now?" He asked....

"It seems we can." Valorie smiled "You can call me Valorie."

"So that's your name, I've been calling you Red this whole time." Archie smiled back...

"You can call me Archie."

"Archie, wow rolls of the tongue..." Sha stated

"So Archie, what was your name for me?" Karl asked him...

"Smacker..." Archie answered him.

Karl took a deep breath and paused for a moment... "YOU CALLED ME WHAT?!" the orange haired hero shouted at him.

Valorie stepped in between them "That's enough Karl!"

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT THAT RUNT CALLED ME!" Karl exclaimed.

"I did... And what's wrong with that? Frankly, the name suits You!" She rebuttals.

"Oh you are asking for it!" Karl balled his fist up...

Archie then began to think that it was an offensive word in their language...

Alexander stepped in "Now now, there is no need to fight..." He put his hands up "Lets take five, all right..."

Days later they arrive at the docks on Squid Coast...

"I hope you two are not afraid of water." Karl joked.

"I'm not, you know I'm a great swimmer." Valorie joked back...

"I'm not..." Archie lied, he couldn't tell them that he was afraid of the sea because he couldn't swim... He thought to ask Valorie for swimming lessons later.

Archie then thought he heard a familiar voice shouting from aboard the vessel... "Wait... That voice... Could it be..."

"I'm coming with you!" Yumi screamed

"No your no. You're staying!" Mason shouted back"You can't tell me what to do!" She told him "I'm not, I'm just..."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Said Orchid

"You two need to really talk things out..." Orchid told them

"What do..." Started Yumi

"What are you talking..." Mason asked

"You both know..." Orchid stated

"Hu?" Both Mason and Yumi say at the same time only to realize what she meant...

"Oh My! Idontevendhhh---" Yumi studders trailing off her statement...

"Wait that's not... It's not.... You don't understand..." Mason tried to convince Orchid but

"..."

"..."

"Are you done?" Orchid asked

"... Yes..." Mason reluctantly stated...

"Yumi!"

"Wait, that voice?!" Yumi looked to find Archie at the boat entrance...

"Yumi, it is you!"

Archie ran over to her "I'm so glad your o..."

She snatched him up in a chokehold "YOU SHOW YOUR UGLY LITTLE..."

"I'm sorry, I know you will never forgive me!" Archie knew, she had her reasons to be angry... But then, she loosened her grip and started to cry...

"What happened to you?" She asked

"I was under the control of the orb..." Archie said in a weak manner...

"How did you get free?" Yumi asked another

"The heroes saved me, they helped me in my recovery from the orb of dominance..." He stated

"I'm sorry..." They both said crying

(time to drop some lore... And a new character to the cast)

"I'm so sorry for..." Yumi started when Archie cut her off...

"No need to apologize... I should be sorry for doing what I did." They both started to cry...

Watching from beyond, a figure listened to their conversation as they watched Mason walk over to Yumi and Archie talking...

"' hmm... Well now with that chapter coming to a close, who to help next?'"

The figure called for a new window over to them to see in another world...

When the image of Jay and a new Illager in a happy relationship...

"'Haa!'" they brought their hand back to their own screen where they were chained to "'I need to find her... And put her on that boat...'" through the flash of light, Alexander opened his eyes...

Before him was the Illager that he was looking for, staring at the boat a great distance before them...

"Hello there, what's your name~❤️" Alexander smiled at the lone Illager, startled at his voice...

"Oh, it's Valkyrie... And... who are you?" She asked him.

"I'm Alexander, but you can call me Alex." He extended his hand "I can get you on that boat if you'd like..."

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

After a year of silence, I am back on my bullshit, once again updating my fic for @whisperwillyou's ghost au.

I tried to write this chapter so many times but I wasn't able to push through the mental slog until now. However, now that I'm back I fully intend to finish what I started. We WILL get to chapter ten, that is a promise.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Ghost Ship

Chapter 6

Drowning was a lot like yearning. When the thing you wanted was in sight but out of reach. That had never been more true now. The water weighed heavy on him and the only thing on his mind was reaching, the surface and getting back to his family. And Donald had started getting very desperate. So, without meaning to, he’d started dragging ships down with him.

Whenever a ship entered the route where Donald had drowned, things would go wrong. The ship would go off course or hit a barrier, or just break down. The crew would go crazy. And this time, the crew was disappearing altogether. Because Donald had a good reason to be extra desperate this time. After months of trying to get back to his family, his family had come to him.

He had to see his family again, he had to keep trying until he could hold them all and tell them how sorry he was for never coming home. And until then, he had to keep his head above water.

His family was trying to do the same.

"You're sure you saw Donald?" Della asked for what had to be the fiftieth time.

"Yes!" Dewey was trying not to get exasperated since he knew that his mom and brother were primarily acting out of fear.

Louie was dragging his feet a little, muttering to himself. Something about wanting to get off the boat.

"Where was he, again?"

"The room with the wheel."

"Then that's where we'll go." Della glanced behind them, where Louie was trudging and made the executive decision to scoop both of her sons up and carry them in her arms.

Louie and Dewey didn't protest, with Louie burying his head in her shoulder and Dewey clinging to her. They were only kids, after all, barely twelve.

When they got to the wheelhouse it was empty, except for some of the ghost crew grumbling about being apparitions.

"He was here earlier," Dewey said, feeling that drowning feeling again and trying to maintain control over his breathing.

"Well… He must not know that we're here, now," Della said, trying to stay positive. "Lou? Any ideas?"

Louie took a deep breath to steel himself and began to sing, “Face each new sun, with eyes clear and true-”

Della and Dewey caught on and finished with him, “unafraid of the unknown, because I’ll face it all with you.”

The ship seemed to lurch again and Della held the boys even tighter, her eyes widening as something began to emerge in front of them as if the floor was the surface of the water and the phantom before them was a drowned sailor trying desperately to keep his head above water.

“Kids!” Donald wailed, almost dragged back under by some invisible force.

Dewey leaped out of her arms and raced forward, holding out his hand for his uncle.

“Dewey, be careful!” Della pleaded, but her son ignored her warning.

“It’s okay, Uncle Donald, I’m here. I’ll face the unknown with you,” Dewey promised, clinging to his uncle, knowing there was a possibility that he was about to sink too, already feeling the sensation of water in his lungs.

But then his mom and brother were right next to him, holding on to both of them, and it finally felt like they were on solid ground.

Donald looked between them.

“Della, Dewey, Louie! It’s you, it’s really you!” He held them tightly before scrambling back.

“Wait- I shouldn’t be able to interact with you, oh no, oh no… No, you can’t be dead, this can’t be happening!”

“We’re not dead,” Della said firmly.

“But I am,” Donald said in a whisper that all of them heard.

Louie turned away and began to cry, Uncle Donald pulling him into a hug and not saying anything else, just humming the lullaby that had summoned him.

“So, how is all of this happening?” Donald asked when Louie had calmed down a little. “How did you guys get yanked into the spirit world?”

“That’s what we wanted to ask you, Don.”

Donald’s eyes widened, “I did this? I didn’t mean to do this…”

“Yeah, well, things don’t always go the way we plan,” Della said with a sad laugh.

“We have to figure out a way to get you back to the others,” Donald said firmly, standing up. He had to smile, a little, at the prospect of seeing the others, even if they wouldn’t be able to see him.

“Aye, aye, captain,” Della said, taking a hold of one of Dewey’s hands. Dewey grabbed Donald’s other hand, and Donald continued to carry Louie, who was plotting quietly, and they headed back up to the upper deck where Della and the boys had last seen Scrooge, Huey, and Webby.

[mahikamihan]

Hello!

Firstly, although I watch basically every crunchcraft stream, sometimes I miss details especially if multiple people are streaming at once, but I'll try my best and maybe have a look at the VODs tomorrow (which I am very happy to do btw)(and I haven't been able to watch any of Miyoungs solo stuff really because she streams too late for me TT ^ TT )

Ok so, I think we're on the same page with the pets- I don't think she ever gave them names- especially the llamas and her parrots- but i'll double check. I didn't watch when she got the cats so idk about that either.

Foolish has visited the deep dark (in the mine near his boat) a couple of times, and came across another portion of it when adventuring with Miyoung and Karl more recently.) But the first time he came across it was when mining for resources with Tina a couple of days after Karl joined- so significantly after his first death. I would agree that he is definitely more careful while in caves now, especially because he knows very little about the deep dark. However, he is very steadfast and curious by nature so he has been taking more risks. Besides just being curious and a bit stubborn, I think his persistance to mine and explore unsafe areas comes from him identifying his role (at least until sam started the iron farm) as the provider for the server- being the most competent minecrafter- risking his life in the pursuit of vital resources to ensure the future safety of his friends, e.g Iron armour for Tina.

The boys are really dedicated to the One Piece bit LMAO, so I predicted with Sykkuno being a marine it would create new tensions. In One Piece, even though there is competition and often battles between pirate crews to claim the title of king of the pirates etc., there is a common enemy in and unspoken alliance against the Marines (who are basically the government/ military) who want to take down all pirates. Therefore, in that way there could still be a significant and central rivalry between pirates like Karl and Foolish, while they acknowledge a wider issue in the common enemy of the marines aiming to stop them both.

Also yes, transcribing Karls book was a lot, but top tip, I figured out that (if you are on laptop/pc at least) you can screenshot/ clip the image of the page from the stream and then input it into a browser image to text converter, that made it a lot quicker.

Hope this helped!

I love talking Crunchcraft and I think sort of unintentional lore is so much more fun to make headcanons and interpret stuff from

I'll check in on ur blog so feel free to ask anything else- or if u just make a post about something I might send an ask with my take/ adding stuff if you'd like

-🦀

omg you don't have to look thru the vods if you're too busy! I'm just naturally curious about the little details 😅 (and yeah, miyoung streams late, it was a pretty dry of streams this morning, so I thankfully got a chance to catch up on some of Miyoung's and Tina's vods while at work)

i go on a pretty looooonnnngg discussion below the line, be warned! (hope you don't mind, I am just in such an inspired mood)

glad to know im not the only one having a hard time with the pet names :') I only knew of muffin bc Tina mentions her when she was talking to miyoung in one of her late night streams, and she got the cats from karl/foolish's streams when they were coming back from adventuring i think? idk if she ever picked names for the parrots/llamas, and she usually mentions them offhandedly in her streams so they're a blink or you'll miss it kind of thing compared to foolish and karl

it's actually SOOOO interesting that they found the deep dark after Foolish's first death, like, especially pretty early on when the revival system was placed! I kinda had a lore-y headcanon similarly that he was pretty level-headed leader and explorer, only much more rebellious and stubborn headed when he first joined the server. Through his first death, he has had this little anxiety that he carries with him about caves and unforeseen dangers now. He get very protective and afraid for his friends when they go in the dark, mining and such (I like a little angst sprinkled here and there). And he make judgements and analyses of other's first deaths as well in order to better himself (the vod reviews). I think crunchcraft!Foosh really understood the weight of his death bc through his hubris (love for treasure and recklessness), he left tina in a dangerous cave alone without a way to safely navigate back home that basically sparked this whole death tax and revival fees. Like imagine having a friend so so integral to your survival and well-being you bend the rules of the universe/server to just have them back. That's some fucking poetry like,,,, what in the accidental characterization that's just ... 🤌*chef's kiss*🤌

:O aaah! i'm so relieved you know one piece bc I would have never gotten that reference! ever! I hope they go through with it in their RP-ing, even a little bit, I would love love love to see it happen and the chaos that would ensue. esp if sykkuno is the opposing force sldklsdk *side eyes his first time meeting rae on mc he blowed her up accidentally*

omg the book thing is genius, im stealing that method now hehehe XD i was typing as i watch the entire time! ;-; i was about to quit thank god he only went up to 18 pages in mc

feel free to check in here every now and then, i think i might engage with more crunchcraft lore knowing that people are getting interested and looking forward to them now and again. I have like, one drabble for miyoung's first day on my queue ready to post and working on foolish's and maybe karl's first days as well. it's suuuuuper fun thinking about how they would be interpreted story/plot-wise!

[iboatedhere]

If you feel like talking about it, can I ask how you feel about last night's storyline now that you've seen the whole thing? I think in the past that last scene would have had me swooning for a couple days. But now I just can't. I don't know if I'm realizing that a small resolution with minimal actual communication between them just isn't enought for me, or if it's the fact that the scene with Carlos acting so dismissive and uncaring still proceeds it which means that there still hasn't been any signs of growth and so I'm just fully prepared for the next conflict to be treated the same with secrets or non communication getting the flippant treatment.

I hate it though. I see others losing their minds over it and thinking it's so great and such progress and I respect their but don't agree. But I'm also so frustrated that I can't just make myself agree with them so I can continue to enjoy the show I once loved so much. The show and fandom have just become so frustrating for me that I've stopped watching and unfollowed all but two blogs that regularly post about it.

I'm basically in the same boat you're on.

Like, listen, I'm not going to complain (because I already did that to Sonia last night) because we got a hug and kisses which is what I've been begging for all season but I'm not on board with the great communication praise because that was, nearly beat per beat, a copy of what we saw in 2.4. I think great communication would've been them explaining why they want, or don't want kids to each other instead of to their parents. Or keep Owen and Andrea but shave some time off that first rescue (which went on way too long, we seriously did not need to see that couple joyriding for as long as we did or the second rescue which I feel like the set up to it went on too long) and gave TK and Carlos the time to talk to each other. If we're going with the reasoning that Carlos doesn't want kids because he doesn't feel like he's going to be good enough at it (which is in character) then I feel like TK should know that. And he should also be going to therapy and taking Gabriel with him. The decision to have or not have kids is a big deal and it's make or break for a lot of couples. The same way I personally couldn't be talked into having kids is probably the same way people can't be talked out of having kids and if they genuinely reach the conclusion one way or the other with all their cards on the table then that's fine. But right now it feels like Carlos has this trauma he's carrying around (shocker) that's holding him back but now it's also kind of holding TK back from what he wants. The way that that needs to be dealt with is obvious (kid talk aside) but my faith in it actually being dealt with is low. I'll believe it when I see it and not a second beforehand.

Long story short, it wasn't as bad as I was expecting but it's also not as good as it could be which does seem to be the theme of the season when it comes to Tarlos. Maybe I'm just so jaded by them and feel like they've already dug such deep a hole that it's going to take a lot more than this to pull themselves out of it. Like, do I want to write a 5+1 fic of them traveling the world and living their best life and then coming home and sleeping in their own bed, kind of. Am I there yet, no. Will I ever be? I don't know. This was definitely a step in the right direction but I want more for them and for us. Their part of the episode was fine, but I'm not losing my mind over it, and maybe I never will again. But it does suck to feel like that Spongebob meme where Squidward is watching Spongebob and Patrick frolic outside his window. I wanna frolic but I've locked all the doors and windows and I can't get out.

[ground-zero-idiocies]

I loved that Dad!Nick short it was really cute. I’m not sure if you write for DiMA and if not you could totally ignore this but if you do could I request DiMA’s reaction to meeting Nick and His Daughter Sole? Please and Thank you💚

i'm not gonna cry writing this. no i'm not.

Ground Zero Idiocies Presents: An Extended (Synthetic) Family

"I've never liked boats. It makes me so damn seasick."

Nick gripped his stomach, trying to alleviate some abstract, robotic pain.

"Dad, you're literally a robot now. How are you possibly seasick?"

Nora looked up from her pistol, which she'd been obsessively polishing on the entire ride up from the Nakano house.

"Doesn't matter. Look, we're almost there. Finally."

Nick pointed at a small sign sticking out from a cloud of fog. In faded letters, it clearly read 'Welcome to Far Harbor'.

"They're really calling this place Far Harbor now? That's uncreative. Remember when you used to take us up here during Spring Break?"

Nora holstered her gun.

"Yeah. You never stopped kvetching about how cold it was."

"Wish the weather was the worst of our problems nowadays."

"Hey now, technically nuclear fallout counts as weather. Kind of."

Nora just laughed, walking to the edge of the boat as it automatically docked on the rickety pier. The driverless boat was a Godsend, since neither Nick or Nora remembered that one summer in Jamaica where they'd all learned, and promptly forgotten, how to sail.

It wasn’t the first time they’d been to Far Harbor, but it was the first time that they’d put the two name clues together. Before, they’d been either too seasick or too drunk to notice or care. Finally, though, they were going to set forth for Acadia.

They’d been constantly warned that the road was filled with dangers and creatures from the beyond, so both Daughter and Dad were kitted out to the max. Rifles, pistols, grenades, axes, netherite hoes, even combat armor.

It really wasn’t that bad. The biggest threat they found along the way was a lone radstag pup, that scrammed after a single warning shot.

After a few hours of walking, the pair finally reached the old observatory. Stepping inside, it was...different than they expected. Having worked for so long with the railroad, the two had expected somewhat of a fortress. Turrets lining the walls, armed guards around every corner, and a reinforced structure built deep beneath the Earth.

Acadia just wasn’t that. People, presumably Synths, crossed to and fro around the observatory, taking little notice of the overdressed human and her early-model dad. That was, except for one man sitting in the center of the observatory dome. His large harness swiveled around towards the door, inviting Nick and Nora to approach.

Slowly, they approached him. Walking down the hallway, taking care not to disturb any of the seemingly haphazardly-placed junk.

“Nick. I never thought I’d see you again.”

Nick turned to Nora, confused. He spoke in a whisper.

“I’ve never seen this man before in my life, but seeing someone your own one-of-a-kind mug on someone else’s face is more than a little disturbing.”

Nora nodded, turning to the strange robot.

“Sorry stranger, but I don’t know what you think you know about my robot Dad. He says he’s never seen you before in his life!”

The strange robot nodded.

“Of course, it might be hard to remember at first. Let me introduce myself. My name is DiMA. I’m the...leader...of Acadia. I use the term ‘leader’ loosely, for everyone here is free to make their own...”

Nick, still shocked at seeing a mirror image of himself, wasn’t exactly keen on hearing a sales pitch.

“Cut the crap, DiMA. I want to know why we share the same face. And why I can’t remember a single thing about you.”

DiMA stared blankly into space for a moment before re-centering his focus on Nick.

“My apologies. I am...your brother. We were both created by the Institute, sister models. I was left as a blank slate - no memories, no personality. You were constructed as a reincarnation of a man, days before his death. I helped you escape the Institute. You helped me.”

Nick immediately started to probe his memory banks for any corroborating evidence. Nick was pretty sure that this Gen 2 with delusions of grandeur was just lying about their shared past - all Nick could dredge up was that he woke up in a dumpster, somewhere in Cambridge. Before that, all was a hazy memory - a fact he’d chocked up to a favor from the railroad. An absence of memory meant an absence of trauma.

“Bullshit. I escaped on my own. I didn’t have any help escaping, that much I can recall. The only family I have is my daughter...Nick’s daughter...it’s complicated. And technically I have a synthetic grandson. I hate to break it to you, but you don’t exactly fit into that family tree.”

Seemingly out of nowhere, Nora pulled her pistol on DiMA.

“Doesn’t matter what it is. I’ve been to the VIM factory. I’ve seen your handiwork, DiMA. Family or not, you’re a murderer.”

DiMA slightly reclined, checking his own memory banks.

“I hate to believe you, but it appears to be true. But, know that I feel great remorse. I despise violence, of any kind. Righteous or not. That is something that you know personally.”

Nora lowered her gun. 

“Not to change the subject, but how exactly do you plan on convincing me that we really are related?”

Nick interjected, hoping to somewhat cut the tension.

“I was hoping you would ask that. Please, if you’ll just observe my holotape. It should explain everything.”

DiMA extended his hand, tightly gripping a holotape and placing it into Nick’s. He placed the holotape into a slot on his arm, reading the information it stored in less than a second.

“I suppose...this is not how I expected this visit to go. Here, Nora, you should listen to it.” 

Nick attempted to give the holotape to Nora, only to notice a bullet hole blasted straight through.

“No. No. Not again. That man is a liar, a thief, and a fucking murderer, and I am not letting you welcome him into whatever the fuck we’re still trying to figure out!”

A single tear rolled down Nora’s face, followed by a second and a third. Soon, the bright blue top collar of her signature vault suit was temporarily turned a dark shade, close to navy. Soaked with tears of insecurity and fear.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, but everything I’ve done has only served to further the interests of peace on this island. All I desire is a chance to reconnect with my family. The piece of me that I thought I’d lost the day I relayed away from the dark aluminum halls.”

DiMA took a long, deep breath. Not like he needed to breathe.

“Seaweed, I...”

DiMA had crossed a line.

“Don’t you DARE call me that. It’s not a word that should ever FUCKING touch your lips.”

“I apologize. I only wanted to...”

“You don’t understand. I don’t care what you want. I don’t care that you’re sorry.”

Nick cut in again.

“Jesus Nora, you don’t even know that man! You refused to listen to the holotape, even! What is with this resistance?”

Nora collapsed onto Nick’s shoulder, soaking his coat, too.

“I can’t continue with this...with the pretending that everything is normal...with discovering some new threat, some new place to save, some new tangentially related person to worry about. All I want is to live peacefully. With you, and Shaun, and peace of mind. And I think...I know...that i can’t allow murderous maniacs into that dream. Is that reason enough for you?”

DiMA slipped away, leaving Nick and Nora in the empty observatory. Suddenly, the lively room was quiet.

“It’s a reason. But what you can’t do is push away everyone who comes into your life! DiMA’s made mistakes, yes. But if I may remind you, you were blasting through dozens of raiders when I saw you for the first time. Well, when I saw you for the first time.”

Nick sat quietly, letting Nora’s tear ducts ran dry. Nick’s had emptied hundreds of years prior.

“Do you want to find DiMA?”

Nora nodded.

“Come on. I think he’s just downstairs. Let’s give this another go.”

[aamleh]

It’s not the first time i talk about this and i want to deep dive deeper. @will80sbyers ’s numerous ask about why Mike would be bi inspired me to finally do it bc there's a lot of thing not right going on and i want to address a lot of things but first thing:

Bisexuality is real and a valid sexual orientation.

Anyway, we all theorise around which sexuality Mike's spectrum could be in, there's a lot but what stands out is gay or bi, we all have our headcanons and it's good. But there's a lot of people who don't understand that it's just that, it's headcanons. There's no confirming anything regarding Mike in the show atm.

What i find funny is that there's a lot of people, mostly anons who go around and tries to dig, sometimes really harshly about how must it be possible for Mike to be bisexual.

First of, it's okay to ask about other's people headcanon: we're on tumblr, in a fandom. It's a community where you can interact and is very encouraging to do so. So yeah, it's fun to ask questions, means you're curious, means you want to understand why people think differently from you.

Well, in that case, there's no shame in asking, there's no shame to be curious about because we all have different point of view regarding how we watch the show, our own personal experiences and what makes most sense of it.

But for those who don't want to be understanding and accept that people can have different opinions: you can't go around trying to find a crack in their headcanons and opinions just because you don't want to acknowledge that it's a possibility, that it counter your own views because it's not what this is about. Nobody is undermining your headcanon. And i'm talking to the gay Mike truthers who don't want to be respectful. Don't be entilted and harsh.. we're all in the same boat.

What i want to say is, people don't have to justify over and over again why they identify Mike as Bisexual because they don't owe you anything. For the most part they already answered the question and made long posts about it. You have to be respectul and understand that Bi Mike truther don't want to dismiss your headcanon, they love to read about it, they are curious, just as you are. You just have to do it respectfully without being mean or snarky, or just read what they share.

Bisexuality is not a threat to anyone or Byler, it's a win as much as gay Mike or any other queer headcanons, trust me. They don't invalidate you, they are adding new ideas and an other layers on details and sub-text you saw, the same you all saw, with new eyes and different feelings, and it's beautiful, you know why? Because it means we all have, at certain moment, felt the same!!! Like don't you see? We're connected in a sense, we are in this together.

So please, don't be hostile, don't be closed off, we all are winning and you have to respect each other, don't fall into biphobia, this is not something you want for yourself.

I am a gay Mike truther at heart and i find it valid

I love Bi Mike Wheeler truther and i find it valid too!!

You can be gay/bi Mike Wheeler truther!!, you can be queer Mike Wheeler truther!! Unlabeled!! the possibility are endless!!! So why are you closing off?

if you have one headcanon, you have to respect the others, you have to respect that people have each their own.

Learn and respect.

Oh yeah and those Milkovitch homophobes in the back, you can back off, i'm never giving you my words, you're just stupid.

[allwhilewaiting]

playing catch up!

3/8 - silent treatment

may my soul treat me in all ways healing and true while I embrace the silence of its ever-present and undeniable voice. Keeping me in tune. No words, no sounds, just knowing.

3/9 - dinner date

he took me on a dinner date and we broke bread in front of the possibility for who we might become: two lovebirds with 32 years of commitment, a family, a life built on the desire for one another. Like looking into the mirror of a feasible future, if only we are both willing...

3/10 - toy soldiers

such an innocent little boy, wanting nothing more than the love only a mother could provide. thrown out in battle too soon, no room to be the baby, this toy soldier craves the love he was unjustly denied. so i will try...

3/11 - black and blue

my love for you is black and blue. deep like dark oil running in wells under the earth belly, slow, thick, warm. blue like oceans of possibility, changing and reforming, waves crashing in suds of remnant pieces that will always remember what you are, what you were, what you will always be to me.

3/12 - feel no pain

is it pain if i know that the hurt is for my ultimate gain? is it a sorrow for a more beautiful tomorrow? i feel it, i know it, i need it. pain and purpose, purpose through pain, it is one and the same.

3/13 - downtown traffic

it's easy to forget. when you're in the midst of all that downtown traffic, it's easy to miss where you're meant to go. It's all the noise, the honking, the madness, the gridlock. It's all the human-ness, distractions. None of it is the destination. All of it is diverting our attention. We're going somewhere. A place we are meant to be. A place that is waiting for our arrival. The cars, the waiting, the stop-and-go are just part of being on the way. May we remember we are intentionally on our way to a prepared place.

3/14 - birth canal

it's funny...the dark. it is so convincing, in its all-encompassing overwhelm. it's convincing...the dark. as if light could never exist again. as if it never did. if i could speak to that canal, holding the promise of life's mere beginning...i would say, if only. if only you knew what your persistence would bring. it can be ugly, it can be uncomfortable, it can be awkward, but baby...that canal is intentional. it is the process. and the birth on the other side will give you gratitude for the many misconceptions you felt in the darkness.

3/15 - rock the boat

the compass is clear. no matter which way the boat sways, the path is very near. rock the boat left or right, i know where i'm going, and i will steer myself back on the right track. the vicious waves of my past taught me that.

3/16 - past lives

maybe it was just in a past life. when i encountered you, i felt so sure. a knowing that i didn't recognize before in any other connection. but as i unfolded you, corner by corner, i saw your stains. they asked to stain me, too. but i am not willing to take that path anymore. so perhaps, that magnetic pull toward you was simply resonance from a past life. i know we were beautiful together then. and my soul will forever honor that.

3/17 - begin again

and again. when you don't have it figured out. and again. when you messed it all up. and again. when you're filled with self doubt. and again. and again. and again. begin. start. try. hope for another chance. give yourself another day. another breath. keep pressing, inching, crawling, scraping, with all your might baby try. when you have no strength left, wiggle your fingers. scrunch your nose. the tears can fall, let them fall. the anger may bubble in your chest like hot lava, sit with it. it will subside. so long as you remain, there is nothing but possibility. i promise. let it be ugly! but don't stop. begin again and again and again, as many times as breath rises and falls in your chest. you're going to get there pretty girl. yes you will.

3/18 - just landed

in many ways i feel like i've just landed at destination self. i've been me all along in ways i couldn't recognize at the time, but now more than ever I feel the magnitude of my soul arrival. clarity. knowing. purpose. intention. capacity. i'm glad to be here.

3/19 - doctor's office

and what if my body simply becomes the manifestation of my mind. what if i defy all the odds, proving that anything is possible with god. i believe it...i can see it.

3/20 - eternal peace

i don't think i was wrong. maybe all along, i was never wrong. it was just hard. it was just part of the hard to get to my place of eternal peace. i still have a hard time reckoning with that notion. but what if i was right all along...that all of my wrongs were completely right?

3/21 - picture book

these memories. this little lovely life. full of climaxes and an exposition that had me worried for the full story arc, this divine guidance is revealing a picture book of wonders. i am in awe. i am in magnificent saving grace. i am humbled at the delicacy of my interwoven and intentional humanity.

3/22 - skin and bones

when you take away all the unnecessary, left with just skin and bones, what is there? what is real? what can you hold onto? so distracted by the meat, can't even tell if the foundation is stable. you cannot create without the basic level support. pay close attention.

3/23 - word of mouth

3/24 - middle of nowhere

it came from the middle of nowhere. mutual understandings that i thought was unquestioned, became completely foreign. as if i never knew you. i never knew you at all.

3/25 - better together

you say you don't need me. you don't need anyone of that matter. but you're fooling yourself. you need me like you need fresh air; critical to optimal human functioning. you could do with the toxic gases, i guess, but that's not what you were made for. what we were made for. similarly, i need you. you need me for my love. you need love. surviving without it is simply that, no thriving. you need my touch. you need my patience. you need my grace. you need my encouragement. you need my softness to balance all the rough you've endured over the years. you need me like i need you. i need to love you, like i need oil on my face to seep into the dryness of spring allergies on my sensitive skin. i need you like a balm to soothe my soul that remembers it was made to love and be loved. you say you don't need me, or anyone of that matter. but if you're honest with yourself, you know undeniably that we're better together.

3/26 - hold my hand

a tender love. hold my hand and want to. tell me i'm the most beautiful girl you've seen. touch me with caresses that assure me with you i am safe. i need not worry. in every way, you will show me that you're there for me. in every way, apologies accepted.

3/27 - falling asleep

i don't sleep as much. maybe it's age. maybe it's that my waking days are so full that sleep feels like a distraction. but most days, i do get naps in to compensate for not always falling (or staying) asleep at night.

3/28 - long distance

i thought long distance would work for me. now, i'm no longer so sure. it's revealed itself as a distraction and a time extension to the revelation of who that person truly is. the break in time between physical visits gives enough space for playing pretend, enough distance for the mask to stay intact. perhaps proximity can more quickly rid of all that. i don't think long distance is going to continue to be a willingness for me.

3/29 - wrong turn

3/30 - moment of truth

[rainhearted-ramblings]

Oceans

Sometimes, speaking feels like we're oceans apart, and the only way to say anything is to put it in a bottle and seal the circle and Chucking it into the waves, hoping it'll reach you on the other side unscathed. Listening's the same. I can't wait at the shore everyday to see the sunlight bounce across glass. When I open my mouth we're oceans apart and I can only throw glass bottles and hope they'll reach your shore. And don't count on me listening because that's all you can do too.

My love, we're oceans apart and I don't even know if I'm still in your heart when a single word takes a month to make it across to wherever you are. I can only speak without hope of you ever listening but I'm still lingering by the sand.

My brain and my mouth are depths apart but we're oceans away from each other and I don't know what's worse. I wish I could wade across the depths, float and tread water until I made it to your sands and I'd never leave, even in death it'll be my bleached bones clinging to the fine grains at your feet. And I'll sink to the depths of the earth if it means I'll come up on the other side with you. And I'll be hollow eyes as I've always been and I'll unhinge my jaw.

I wish I could write to you instead, love. You could be on a different planet and my words would find a way into your arms nevertheless. My brain is behind my fingers and I swear, my love, we'll be closer together even if we're light years apart. I might have to cross galaxies but astronauts are star sailors and a boat of paper and ink held together by your name is still more effective than chucking another glass bottle to your shore.

I've told you that speaking makes things real, but writing makes things permanent, and my love, I don't know what's worse. Do I dare etch my thoughts into stars when constellations lit our paths for centuries? Because, my love, you know as well as I that the only thing worse than being lost is being found.

I'd sail across the stars and write my heart apart anytime for you my dear. I'd drag the waters of the sky with me and it might take trillions of years but we'd finally collide, you and I. It'd be the most beautiful sight, a sea of milk and the chained princess, cosmic oceans dancing to become one. I'd pick up the helm and bring the milky way to your heart if ever wrote to you. I can pick up the pen, pick up the helm dear. But immortality is far scarier than being ephemeral can be. I set my pen down and fall, the ink dripping at my feet to create yet another ocean to keep you away.

Truth is, love, I don't want to be etched across the stars. And I'd speak another message in a bottle to you but you're too far apart.

I let the ink pool at my feet and soon I'm sinking deep enough to finally greet You as an ebony skeleton, clawing at your feet. My eyes are hollow white and my bones are saturated with ink but the truth of the matter is, my dear, I can't speak to you any better.

I'll throw messages in bottles across the oceans in our hearts and I'll swim right behind, zebra crossing to make sure I'll end up on your shore.

And I'll be bones clinging to the fine grains or sand at your feet. And I'll sink to the depths of the sky if it means I'll come up on the other side by your side. I'll be hollow eyes like I've always been, too bright to be anything but hollow, really. I'll be splayed at your feet and I'll unhinge my jaw.

Listen close, my love. This is another bottled thought and I don't want you to miss it at all. I want you to reach in, starlit fingers and all, reach into my jaw and pluck out my heart, which I traded for a sea conch I found on the way. I want you to pick up the conch and press it to your ear. And you'll hear the sea screaming at me. Drown it out and press me against your heart and finally, finally you'll hear me as I am. You'll hear everything I am, everything I wanted to say. My love, finally I can speak my heart. You can leave me at shore, don't worry, dear. You can leave me grinning I'm the same, buried under the sky like I'd always had thoughts to be. You can take the conch and press it to your heart, listen to the sea sing with me.

You can throw the bottles away, my dear. Because you have my soul by your side.

And even if we're oceans away, my love, we'll never be apart.

[the-firebird69]

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Casino go through a lot worse but he was doing a few things at the same time and I was making it happen and it usually they do that to him and I pointed out what was happening and I see Billy zee saying he's playing it out and said you're making him sick and a lot of people hate him and he is playing it out and he more or less doesn't have the math right there's a capturing him because those two ships well no but we're still at them really soon someone's going to do something and Tommy Allen fired a few things off he's got a few more things to fire off and he's going to demand that he lands. Is a great idea what he's come up with and this seems to mean it it's a big moment in history All will be famous and Tommy f is not. And yeah Trump is going to be doing it. He went through hell he's going through it everyone is but he's going through massive hell sky keeps picking on him and picking on him and picking on him much worse than Trump's doing on our friend here and he's shooting at a friend and that was Tommy f shooting at him it's terrible. I've got some ice breakers on the way and no not the treat that's a great idea a lot of people have s***** breath but it's sugar and sugar-free he says and it's true and still got sugar the assholes lie. But it's funny. So I'm going to go up to the lake cuz you have to start there he says then you have to run down it once you start ed this pile up again and the lake will get bigger but I want to test it it said that with icebreakers they're not going to be deep enough up there maybe and it's kind of true they have like a draft of 4 ft it's not very big and most of muck is down 20 ft to the top of it but I have an idea to drag something and it will go down in it and we're going to drag it all over the place do a test area and we'll see what the river does when he says it's probably won't be sediment all the way down it's going to settle I did notice that too but we want to do a study and we're going to have military there that's a great idea these walls are going up and these clones are going after them and we'd have to hire some more ice breakers and there's a ton of them and they have them down there and they can't spare that many but they can spare a few at a time and move them around and we need a ton and a lot of areas and real quick and Star blazers is going to form because if they're doing the muck and they can move these ships around and outfit them somewhere they're starting to move right now

Mac daddy so tough situation you guys are tough and you're bad and your meanings but so am I

So my husband to that is just sitting there going bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum to the Star blazers tune and boy what a guy really he did really well this morning we have our icebreakers too and we think we might do a study in the Great lake we're in and others will and it won't be that much of a plume we need to know what happens and he's right I think it won't stay in solution but what if it did we could do it whenever we wanted we're going to go ahead and do a study now and you send floating cameras with it and adjust it so close kind of the same speed it's going to be fun so here's another thing we have sensors but I have these boats I'm making I'm making them for the our people and it's our coast guard for Canada that were patrolling the whole lake and over the other Great lakes we're moving them into the top and they don't like it but that's what we're doing I can see the boats look different but not that much different and some of the people who are higher ups want to tour so put them on the boat and we drive around and asking how much I'm saying we're not selling to the public yet I'm still speaking to a couple boat companies and said why I said about the name and they said okay so we're doing it but we're making a ton of them we have a lot of time though there's a lot going on here it's kind of catch up work and there's this boat concepts and some people think you can drag something and something that you have to plow through it and we're going to find out which talk well it's also cut up stuff and have the cutters on there I'm going to need a lot of those a lot of people are getting this in shape right now

There's a lot of reasons that they want to do this most of them are bad so you're going to watch out

Thor Freya

Well what a boy he's got a bunch of stuff going today and we are punching out boathulls. I wish him the best and we're punching out both holes like madness and it's going well he's got another idea

Hera Zues