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[sguidwards-bestfriend]

New Dimension, Who’s This?

Dp x dc thoughts and stuff

I did not expect people to like this stuff, but I’m glad you're here

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Danny POV

Danny was NOT having a good time. Dimension hopping should have been fun, but it was shit. All the ecto he'd found had been corrupted and even the human food tasted weird. That 8$ pb&j was a curse on both his tastes buds and his now empty wallet.

For almost a month Danny had been chasing down the most feint ecto trace, but it was the only one he could feel.

Living between Amity and the ghost zone meant he had a surpluses of that feeling, to the point that it became background noise. It being gone felt like loosing a sense.

He grumbled to himself as he floated to an abandoned mansion on a mostly empty road. He was so hungry it made him dizzy to walk so he floated most places. Which absolutely didn’t help him get any human food, since everyone who saw him ran.

He expected the small ecto signature to be a liminal being, like Cujo in his puppy form or one of box ghosts boxes. He hadn’t expect a guy who bolted the second he saw him.

He was definitely liminal, Danny could feel it, but this guy was crazy. A black car sped through the road, the man and the kid he was with jumped in and they left.

Just like that his food source was gone. Danny paused a second and decided he wouldn’t call the guy a "food source" next time they saw each other.

Which thankfully for Danny was only about 10 minutes later.

His actions really shouldn’t be a judgment of character, he was sleep deprived and starving.

...

Insulting this dudes dimension and his ecto signature was definitely not a great start.

At least he looked more human now, his kingly power automatically trying to make his subject more comfortable. Maybe he could convince them to get him a sandwich, or just ham, whatever really, anything at all.

A man in a butler outfit cleared his throat, "I'll get him a meal, don't destroy the furniture." Did Danny say that out loud... maybe the butler had magic.

After eating a decent, but ecto free meal Danny was introduced to Jason (food), Damian (might be food?), Tim (not food), and Alfred (not food).

He hadn't bothered saying a word until he'd finished his plate. Once he had he told them about the ghost zone and the earth he was from, which they very quickly realised was not the same one. He hadn't mentioned being king of said dimension, nor the sole hero of the latter.

They in turn told him about the many different heros that inhabited this earth and the various planets that some of them came from. Danny could tell they weren't telling him everything, but his kingly power did prove to him that they hadn't lied to him, at least Jason and Damian hadn't.

Explanations were cut short when Jason stood up and Danny bolted to his side. Just being near the dude helped, he definitely had a leak or something going on.

"Look man, I'm starving and you are spilling out ecto at an insane rate." Danny said with a hand on the man's shoulder.

Jason looked at him like he'd grown a second head, which he hoped he hadn't because that took more energy than he was willing to expend. "You gunna explain what the fuck you just said?"

Danny had been king long enough to have studied up on the few halfas that had existed. Most of them hadn't survived very long after forming, either becoming a full ghost or their ghost core shriveled away and left them human... with some minor side-effects. "You must have come back from the dead with an unformed ghost core, contaminated with bad ectoplasm. The bad ecto isn't letting the core close up, it's like you have a leak."

"The Lazarus pit goo!" Tim shot up from his seat and ran off.

Danny remembered the forth ecto puddle he had visited, "I heard that name, some fruitloop in a cape was yelling about one of the ones I emptied."

"You emptied them?" Jason said with a perplexed look on his face.

"I was hungry." Danny, ever the gremlin, let them stay confused as he continued. "Anyway, you weren't dead long enough to form a solid core, then the pit goo, as you called it, seeped into the cracks and kept you too alive for it to finish, but too dead for it to fade."

"So I'm stuck like this?" Jason's core started oozing out waves of fear, stress and uncertainty.

"No, no." Danny focused on feelings of ease and calm as best he could while trying to desperately feed off of him. "Probably not, your core wasn't tainted until later so it wasn't flash formed like mine, and you're alive. I'm mostly guessing, but I have two theories." Danny extended his hand to a nearby couch (how many couches did these people have?), they both sat and Danny continued. "Once the contaminated ecto goo is gone you'll fade back to being 100% human since you can't make your own ecto, or..."

"or?"

"Or your core can't keep you alive and you... die fully." Danny didn't look at his eyes as he finished. "I can't guarantee your core will survive that either. It'll have to starve from lack of ecto before we know if your heart and brain are alive enough to keep you going, and with a core so weak we dont really know how well that'll go."

Although Jason was good at hiding his emotions from prying eyes, even as a far off, mangled version of a liminal being he was still part of the ghost king's ruling. Danny didn't mention it, he seemed like he was going through a lot and mind (emotion?) reading tended to make those not used to it uncomfortable.

Jason breathed in deep, "Alright, what's the first step to finding out if my body works without ecto?"

Danny tried not to smile at his future meal as he said. "We get rid of the ecto faster than the bad ecto is coming."

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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[kerubimcrepin]

LIVEBLOG: Dofus Novel 4, The Thirsty Beheader

I apologize for my absence. Translating this novel has burned me out from the fandom in a pretty major way, and I also got into a different fandom in the meantime and am, like, three 4k word chapters deep into a longfic for said new fandom. Besides that, I had a depressive episode and went insane for a while. Basically, I've been a bit busy.

At the same time I release this post, I have uploaded the new, updated versions of both translations (since this liveblog is mostly a reason for me to reread and fix stuff) to MEGA and VK, so I recommend you download the new versions!

I will mostly be copying the text directly, to bypass tumblr's image restriction, but some screenshots will be provided. For example:

If pride is a sin, then the typesetting and cleaning I went through with this book will have me go to hell after I die. (I don't think I'm a master, but I did a pretty good job, ok?)

A cart had just entered the District of the Lost Steps. It stopped in front of the store, as two Srams* got out.

I love the internal consistency of the street being named here. Thank you, author of this book, for caring.

“Are you sure about this,” asked the little guy, “Is this really the right place?” “Yeah,” replied the tall one, “There aren't thirty-six Shushu* houses in the neighborhood.”

LMAO this is something Kerubim is actually known for, huh?

At the time that this book takes place in, joris can't read very well. Cute...

Also, hehe... I am pretty proud of the way this part of the book was cleaned + the font + the layers and colors and opacity I applied to the text, to make it fit in with the paper.

^^^ This is me btw, during this entire post. ^^^

The entirety of the epilogue and prologue are typed on top of cleaned backgrounds sourced from the scan. The rest of the book is typed in front of a digital background. This artistic choice was made because....... You can't set different pages to be different colors in word. You have to overlay some image or a textbox, if you want a page to be a different color.

Anyway — I had a lot of fun searching for the fonts from this book! (and far less fun searching for appropriate fonts for the Russian translation since none of the fonts this book uses have cyrilic versions...)

The fonts this book uses are: Dimbo, Chelsea Market, and Aleo. Google them for all your Dofus Aux Tresors de Kerubim related needs.

The fonts I chose to use in the russian translation are: Brydan Write, Correction Brush, Curinn, and Itim. I just had to make do with what I had, ok?

“My Papycha said it's urgent!” exclaimed Joris, “He could be in danger. Maybe he's being attacked by the Thirsty!” Even Pupuce looked worried. Simone reread the message, thinking out loud: “The Huffing Bow Wow tavern is in the Pandawa district... There's plenty of bamboo milk there. Maybe the neighborhood is overrun by the Thirsters?” “And soon, the whole city will be under attack!” concluded Joris.

Nobody knows how to escalate a situation better than a 7yo with anxiety. God bless <3

The Ecaflip goes full "war machine" mode: he cuts and slices through the living dead for the entire night, and when the golden disk of the sun finally rises over the horizon, the scenery is carpeted with the Thirsty. The region is saved. Kerubim becomes a legend. To thank him, the local lord offers him the... “Hey... Joris? Are you listening?” asked Simone. She began shaking the boy, who, abruptly snapping out of his reverie, mumbled: “Huh? What?”

Joris is so normal. So sane.

“Bye-bye,” added Bowiknif. But Luis slammed the door in their faces, roaring: “You're not going anywhere!” “Oh yeah?” hissed Bakstab, “Is that so?” “Would you like us to chop up your friends with a Brakmarian steel sword of Chouque?” questioned the other, “Or with Samuel J. Axe?” Luis muttered what sounded like a string of expletives, before reluctantly opening the door to the two robbers, who bolted out without further ado.

I'm LITERALLY fucking insane about this.

“I'm sorry,” said Luis, “I tried to hold them back, but...” “We know, we saw everything,” the girl cut him off, “You did your best, Luis.”

Actually deranging. Also explains why Luis did fuckall about Sipho, Harebourg, and Ush — there's just not much he can actually do.

She spotted a Dragoturkey standing near a trough. In two strides, she reached the animal, untied it, and climbed onto its back like an experienced Dragogirl*. “Let’s go!” she said to the boy.

This once again raises a some questions about Simone's past — when did she learn how to ride dragoturkeys? Is it the same reason why she knows how to fight, at least a little?

Then again, maybe she's just being an Osamodas here.

I love, love, love the Simone&Joris content in this book. Their bond is so important to me... She's the aunt who stepped up.

This art is so nice...

They had run like mad through half the city, arrived at the wrong address, turned back just as a thunderstorm broke out, wandered around in the rain in the Pandawa district, and FINALLY arrived at the Huffing Bow Wow Tavern, a large, long building with a thatched roof.

They're so fucking stupid. I love them.

“Ah, there you are!” called out Kerubim, “I almost thought you’d make me wait some more!”

I wish english also had the phrase "I almost thought you'd be late" as a cunty response when someone's an hour or three late to an event. I don't think the english translation I made conveys the sheer frustration.

Kerubim raised an eyebrow — a perfect copy of the circumflex accent:

I struggled with this part a lot in russian sjfkgdfg. It made me nerd out a little bit too.

I didn't have a lot of comments here, but eh. It was nice to finally get this over with dfjgkdsfg.

[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) || Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 15a (Dreams) || Chapter 15b (I Sing A Song of Love) || Chapter 15c (You Can Do This If You Try) || Chapter 16 (Let That Feeling Grab You Deep Inside || Chapter 17A: Never Tear Us Apart || Chapter 17B: It’s Tough To Be Somebody, And It’s Hard Not To Fall Apart  || Chapter 17C: I’m Wishing, Lord, That I Was Stoned || Chapter 18: Turn The Page || Chapter 19A: When You're Alone, Do You Let Go? ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 19B: Heading For A Spin

Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Till I lose my sense of gravity

- Patti Smith, “Dancing Barefoot” (1979) [click here to listen]

Pittsburgh || Early October, 1988

Five knocks had been their signal all tour.

He had told her that she could just walk in – that she was always welcome in his dressing room, that nobody else would disturb them. Yet she still didn’t feel comfortable doing that – respecting his space, and the quiet time he needed to collect himself before every show.

Never mind that these days, more often than not Jamie would bolt the door so that they could love each other quickly and quietly before he went on stage.

She was always ready for him – but tonight, when he answered the door, she knew he would need something different.

At about half of the concerts this tour he would wear a simple black tank top with his jeans. For the other half, he’d forgo a shirt entirely. Not that Claire minded either way, though she did love how the tattoo of her name over his heart would be proudly on display for the world to see.

Tonight he had opted for no tank – which is how she quickly noticed the rapid rise and fall of his chest, as he took very quick and shallow breaths. Eyes wide and unfocused, piercing into hers, impossibly blue amid his black eye makeup.

“Jamie,” she breathed, rushing inside and closing the door. “I’m here. Tell me.”

He swallowed, pushing her against the dressing room wall. Hips flush with hers as her cool hand rested over his heart, fingertips tracing her name inked on his body.

“I…” he gaped, then closed his mouth. Breathing deeply. Eyes wild. “I…Claire…”

“I’m here,” she repeated softly. “I love you. Do you love me?”

“Forever,” he choked. Hand fluttering under her Print t-shirt, thumbnail digging into the bone of her hip.

“I’m here, Jamie. I’m not going anywhere.”

He swallowed.

“Let me call Raymond right now. We have his home number for a reason, that’s what he told us when we called last week. We have time before the show. Everybody can wait. You have a phone in here, right?”

He shook his head. "No. Not tonight."

She frowned. “Did you take anything?”

“No,” he replied instantly. “No. No. Definitely no. Wouldn’t do that to you. To us.”

Her fingertips skimmed down the inside of his arm, and his gaze followed. She turned her hand palm upward. “Do you see your letter on me, Jamie? The one you inked yourself, in Boston?”

“Yes,” he breathed. Reached a fingertip to touch the J tattooed below her thumb.

“Focus on that. How much I love you. And do you remember when I inked my letter on you?”

He turned over his hand to proudly show her the C tattooed below his right thumb. “Your touch. Always with me.” He swallowed. “Every note I play, it’s with me.”

“That’s right, Jamie. I’m always with you, and you’re always with me.” She reached up to caress his cheek, smiling at the rasp of his stubble. “We have time. Do you want to love?”

Her hand drifted down across his chest and rested on the belt loops of his jeans. Waiting. Giving him the choice.

He leaned down for a long, slow, sweet kiss.

She felt the tension seep from his body.

“Want to wait to love you tonight,” he whispered against her lips, hips still flush with hers. Teasing. “But only if you can wait, too.”

She nodded, kissing his lower lip. “I can. But I’ll be thinking about it the whole show. How amazing it will be, later. Will you, too?”

He deepened the kiss. “Fuck yes.”

“And not here,” she gasped between kisses. “Back at the hotel. I want to take my time.”

He bit the side of her neck.

Three pounds on the door. Colum’s signal for five minutes until showtime. Because he knew better than to barge in. The one time he had…well, that was enough.

Jamie pulled away only slightly, his body still pressing Claire’s against the wall. He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. Breathing deeply. Inhaling the scent of her skin.

“What happened?”

He sighed. “One of the fans at the meet and greet told me that I inspired him to get clean. Go to AA. Deal with his shit. He actually thanked me.”

“Oh, my love.” She kissed him. “That’s so wonderful.”

He sought shelter in the safety of her neck. “I fucking did that, Claire. I can’t believe it. It's...it's unreal.”

She nodded, arms winding tight around his shoulders. “You did do that, Jamie. That’s so amazing.”

“He was so fucking happy. So proud. I didn’t know what to say.”

“That’s all right. You don’t need to say anything. Knowing is enough.”

He kissed her collarbone. “I just can't get over it. For all this time, I've only thought that all that shit I used to do could only have one result. That it was all bad. And now it's messing with my head to know that my fuck-ups actually helped someone. Kind of makes me happy in a weird way that all that shit happened, because it helped him.”

She carded her fingers through his hair. “It makes it worth it. Will you promise to tell Raymond about this?”

He nodded. “Yeah. We need to talk with him about this. Not gonna lie, it's fucking with my head a bit. Because I’m nobody’s hero, Claire. Nobody in this world who has any sense should look up to me. I’m an addict, and a musician who just got insanely lucky.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

Jamie smiled. Thrust his pelvis into hers. Smiling when she whimpered.

“I think it's impossible that with all the records we've sold, and with all the sold out shows this tour, that only that one person has changed their thinking. So what about..."

He swallowed, a bit unsure. Claire ran her thumb over his cheek.

"Maybe...maybe I do something official. Like, launch a sobriety support program for fans. Encourage them to have sober meet-ups with each other.”

She smiled, ecstatic. “That would be so amazing, Jamie. We should tell Colum - he can get the publicity people on it right away. You’ve got a voice – you should use it.”

Four loud knocks.

“Kiss your bride goodbye, Jamie! Everyone is waiting!” Colum yelled through the door.

Claire smiled. “You’re gonna do so great tonight. I’ll be right there with you.”

Jamie smiled. “I do have a voice, Claire. And I sing for you.”

He darted in for a kiss. And another. And another.

Neither heard the door open, until –

“For fuck’s sake!” Colum screamed. “I said kiss her, not swallow her!”

Jamie pulled away. Light. Happy.

“See you after the show,” she smiled.

“Can’t wait,” he grinned. Slung his guitar over his shoulder. Waited for her to find and pick up her medical bag. Gripped her hand. Led her to the stage.

[harmonytre]

(Original by MagicalPouch, so go give him credit, not me! It's slightly edited to replace expressions I didn't want to draw with OTHER ones he made!)

I want to doodle expressions as warm-ups in my spare time! Below I have which expressions have been taken and what fandoms I can draw for! (Especially MP100 since I'm new to it!)

You can request through Ask (easiest), Reply, Reblog, or even Discord if you know me there!

You can double check Request Rules here!

[72/100 OPEN, 2 Finished]

1: A, B, C, D: Sebastian, E, F, G: Meowth, H, I, J

2: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J

3: A: Messier, B, C: Bubby, D, E, F, G, H, I, J

4: A, B, C, D, E, F: Michiru, G, H: Hop, I, J

5: A, B, C: Gordon, D, E, F, G, H, I, J: Scrafe

6: A, B: Darnold, C, D, E: G-Man, F: Benrey, G: Benrey, H: Forzen, I, J

7: A: Solar, B, C, D, E, F: Tommy, G: Finrey, H, I, J

8: A: Hi-C, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I: Nova, J

9: A: Medic, B, C: Wolf Hop, D, E: Poppy, F, G, H: Buckaroo, I: Tommy, J

10: A, B, C: Coomer, D: G-Man, E, F: Vida, G: Bubby, H, I: Tommy, J

I narrowed the list of fandoms to my favorites of each category, but you may view the full list HERE!

*: Favorites

(acronym or notes) [fav characters] {ships I can draw}

My Own:

*Pulo (Original) [The Guardian, Banjo] {Sizzle/Kixz, Cypress/Ripple, Frost/Petra}

*Sweet Voice Cafe (HLVRAI AU) [Joshua, Benny] {Boomer}

(Pretty much just check my Toyhouse!)

Atina and HLAIXD as well if you know those ;)

Current Favorites:

Pokemon [James, Hop, Leon] {Rocketshipping, Neoshipping, Geekchicshipping}

Team Rocket

SWSH

Submas

Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware (HLVRAI) [literally all of them but if I had to pick then Bubby] {favs are Boomer and Freelatta, but I’m okay with drawing nearly any pairing!}

Y2KVR and BMFBE by (year2000electronics) [still reading the other series, sorry!]

The One True Streamman by (HeelysonFeelys)

Stuck Together (Dimonds456)

Human Resources Violations (kogo-dogo)

Augmented Reality (egelskop)

HLVRAI-Villain-Swap

Ghost AU, Swap AU, Benrey Fam, CMY Siblings, Aubrey Calhoun, and Infection AU (pistachi0art)

Catmer (mr-web)

Metamorphosis AU (anons-has-hlvrai-aus)

HLVRBugAI

HLVREM (py6oto

Barnrey (alieryn-art)

Y2KIG-Experience

BPY2K

Simulation Reality (HLVR-SR)

Deep Sea AU (brainthreeze)

Hi-C (transforzen)

Toontown but the AI is Self-Aware (transforzen, green-2-blue)

My Little AI: Science is Magic (thomascoolatta)

(Un)Forgettable (dilfgmancoolatta)

*Mob Psycho 100 (MP100) [Mob, Reigen] {Ekurei, Takemob}

*Esper Kids (Mob, Saiki K, and Anya Forger as friends <3)

Infinity Train [Lake, Alan Dracula, Jesse]

Indigo Park [Rambley]

Multi-Media:

*Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF) [Helpie, Roxie, Oz]

*How to Train Your Dragon (HTTYD) [Toothless] {Hiccstrid}

*Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir [Alya, Luka] {Love Square, DJWiFi, Myvan, Julerose}

*My Little Pony (MLP, mostly G4) [Fluttershy, Thorax, Discord] {Fluttercord, Cheesepie}

*Trolls [Branch] {Broppy}

Shows:

*Anything by Blackie Sootfur (but especially Demons, Uprooted, and Secret)

*Dino Squad [Buzz]

*Glitch Techs [Miko]

*Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts [Kipo, Wolf]

*Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Janet, Marco] {Jantom, Starco}

*Steven Universe [Peridot]

*Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT, specifically 2012 but any works) [Donatello, Mona Lisa] {Apritello}

*The Ghost and Molly McGee [Libby]

*Voltron: Legendary Defender [Pidge, Lance, Hunk] {Plance}

*Wild Kratts [Chris, Aviva]

Anime:

*Brand New Animal (BNA) [Mishiru Kagemori]

*Monthly Girls Nozaki-Kun [Chiyo Sakura, Hirotaka Wakamatsu]

Movies:

*Astro Boy (2009) [Astro Boy]

*Big Hero 6 [Hiro]

*Bolt [Bolt]

*Epic [Nod]

*Inside Out [Anger, Joy, Anxiety]

*Megamind [Megamind]

*Nimona [Nimona]

*Rise of the Guardians [Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost]

*Wreck-it-Ralph [Fix-it Felix] {Hero’s Cuties}

*Zootopia [Nick Wilde]

Games:

*Among Us

Rodamrix

*Content Warning

*Half-Life (currently just HL1) [Snarks, Headcrabs, Barney Calhoun] {Freehoun}

*Lethal Company

*Undertale [Scarf Mouse, Nice Cream Guy, Papyrus] {Alphyne, Soriel, NicePants}

Webcomics:

*EL Comics

*Follychromatic [Fauna]

*Magical Boy (TheK40)

*Pipe Up (Salt & Pepper Bunny, Tinysweetbunny, TheTRUEegge)

*Sanity Circus [Attley Grimshaw, Fletch Gray]

*The Skybox (lynxgriffin)

*Urban Animal

Fandom Webcomics:

*Jet’s Black Nuzlocke (Zerochan923600)

*Twin Runes (akanemnon)

Undertale AUs:

*Alivetale @/tatatale

*Fallen Flowers @/Tarableart

*Littletale @/mudkipful

*Sans The Seraphim (The Thought)

Other media (short films/characters/books/creators/etc):

*Birds (Imagine Dragons Animation)

*Epic: The Musical [Polites]

Creators:

*MandJTV (and all series)

*PM7

*shandzii

*Trevor Henderson

Live Action:

*Free Guy

*Ghosts (2021 series)

*Jurassic Park/World series

*Resident Alien

*The Librarians (tv series) [Ezekiel Jones]

*The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Childhood Shows:

*Cyberchase

*Dinosaur Train

*Dog with a Blog

*Dragon Tales

*Martha Speaks

*Wonder Pets

[bigtittiecomitte]

Future (AU?) Headcanons

1. N and Uzi have two sons and a daughter (Biscuit, Colt and Akay)

2. N becomes a teacher and Uzi makes prosthetic limbs for drones that lost some

3. Before Biscuit was born, Uzi made N a dog to cope with everything he went through. They named him Bolt after watching the movie

4. Since they don’t have money. N proposed to Uzi by giving her a pebble, Uzi put the pebble on a drawer where N and Uzi’s wedding photos are. They put the pebble on N and Uzi’s shared grave and for a bunch of generations it’s still there

5. Uzi developed the habit of drawing the silly S’s and Colt would just sit on her lap and watch her draw them, eventually he learnt how to do it and they would draw together

6. They would make pillow forts

7. Sometimes the kids would go over to Khan’s place and stay there for the night, giving N and Uzi sometime to binge shows and gossip about other drones

8. N and Uzi would dance in the kitchen and they still do it when they’re old

9. Since N was a teacher obviously he would be teaching his own children when they get into school

10. To celebrate N becoming a dad, Khan gave N a moustache as a gift

11. N and Uzi stayed up all night just to look at their baby

12. J sometimes comes over bc why not, she’s known as the bossy aunty

13. When they got older, the Nuzi kids would always tease each other abt their crushes which leads to a lot of fights

14. N, Colt and Akay can purr

15. N would sing lullabies whenever his kids would have a nightmare

16. Every year when it would be Nori’s anniversary The Doorman Family would celebrate by going to Khan’s house

17. Lizzy would occasionally go to V’s and Doll’s graves and gossip about others

18. J and Uzi still don’t get along even after the events of Murder Drones

19. Uzi would smack any worker drone that tries to flirt with N

20. Uzi made two books. A how to on making Disassembly Drone babies and an entire book on her life. When they got old, N would read it to her due to her on the urge of shutting down

And that’s all ehheeehehehhe

[adozowa]

More info about Greed/M reader.

SOME SUGGESTIVE THEMES!

Greed masterlist: 💵💲

SPOILER OF THE GREED STORY BELOW, SKIP IF WANTED

This might actually be longer than some of the episodes, I am making this because there... Might be a teeeeennnyy tiiiiny spar with maybe regarding greed's relatives..

SPOILER ENDED

I will be calling the reader "greed" no usage of the name "reader" just greed/you/he/him/his

-Greed doesn't really have his own name, well he doesn't remember. So he just named himself greed, so truly only his parents know his true identity.

-You also don't really have much of a sad backstory, but you could imagine it in any way if you want! This is just what I interpret. Greed doesn't have trauma or such, he was just a really mischievous kid and ran away from his home town and parents. Plus Kaito too

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RELATIVES

-you play cookie run kingdom? Yeah she basically acts and looks like stormbringer cookie, well her hair is similar to stormbringer's.

-your mom... Well she got hit up one night and got pregnant with you, turns out the guy that impregnanted her was a douchebag. He ran away and abandoned both of you so she's a single mom now!

-she is actually a well known pirate, with a bounty of 1 billion berri ...woah!! She doesn't know you are working with the world government or if you're even alive yet! But she is still determined to find you.. Her only goal in life is to find the one piece, and of course her child.

-she has a devil fruit which is the Arashi Arashi no mi, I don't really quite know if it is a canon fruit but it was in the one piece wiki so... Yeah! It's basically a storm fruit, very similar to enel's fruit. (What if enel is actually your uncle.../j)

-I'll just put the devil fruit's info here so you don't have to search it.

MOM'S DEVIL FRUIT

-the Arashi Arashi no mi is a logia type fruit, which resembles storm. Acts like any normal logia, allows the user to control anything associated with weather , lightning, any anything that could happen during storms. Slightly better than the lightning fruit.

- mom also a conquer haki user. Very strong conquers haki.

This is what it looks like

- similar to goro goro no mi/enel's fruit but it's lighting is 10x stronger and can be used for making or producing any thing! It can make swords out of lightning, bows out of storm clouds.. And etc.

-since it is a logia, all attacks not infused with Haki will go through the user and not harm them. And standard devil fruit weaknesses such as armament haki, seastone, water, yeah.

-ATTACKS

1. **Thunderstorm Barrage**: The user channels electricity through their body, unleashing a relentless barrage of lightning bolts that rain down upon their target. Each bolt carries a lethal surge of electricity capable of frying anything it strikes, leaving behind smoldering wreckage.

2. **Tempest Blade Dance**: The user raises his fist to create a whirlwind of razor-sharp wind blades. These blades cut through anything in their path with surgical precision, leaving behind a trail of devastation and shredded debris.

3. **Maelstrom Impact**: The user delivers a devastating sword strike imbued with the power of a raging storm, creating a swirling vortex of wind and debris around their blade. Upon impact, the maelstrom erupts, unleashing a shockwave that obliterates everything in its vicinity.

4. **Apocalyptic Tempest**: The user wields their sword to unleash a concentrated burst of energy that manifests as a cataclysmic stormfront of unparalleled ferocity. Lightning arcs across the sky, winds howl with the force of a tornado, and rain lashes down like a torrential downpour, laying waste to everything in its path.

5. **Thunderous Wrath**: The user wields their sword as a conduit for the heavens, drawing down a cataclysmic bolt of lightning. This bolt strikes with such force that it incinerates everything in its path, leaving behind scorched earth and smoldering remains.

6. **Cyclone of Annihilation**: The user creates a vortex of wind and debris that acts as an impenetrable barrier against all incoming attacks. Within the cyclone, the winds reach hurricane-force strength, tearing apart anything foolish enough to come too close.

7. . **Sonic Cataclysm**: The user strikes the air with their sword, unleashing a deafening shockwave that shatters the air itself. This sonic boom carries with it the destructive force of a bomb blast, pulverizing everything in its vicinity and leaving behind only devastation.

(Can be used only when the fruit is awakened) **Beam of the gods**: The user lifts his arms to create a gigantic ring of clouds from which a devastating beam of heated lightning releases. When this attack is used the user runs out of energy completely and cannot use anymore attacks

Once this fruit is awakened the attacks become much more deadlier and the lightening attacks which were once blue and white switch to a red (heated lightning) this means the user can damage even those who don't take any damage from normal lightning. The beam of gods can also be used but as mentioned before the user might pass out after using this attack due to energy drain .

MORE ABOUT YOU.

-you have a certain little birthmark on the side of your neck, it's like a little circle which is noticable when looking at your neck directly.

-you are actually quite older than Kaito, ignore what the pilot said about both of you being 15 when you left that was a pilot.. But both of you are quite opposites, Kaito is chaotic and unpredictable. Meanwhile you are slightly laid back and calm with your words, despite this difference you consider Yourselves as brothers. Kind of like the asl brothers y'know?

Btw, if you DON'T play crk. This is what stormbringer looks like.. they don't exactly look the same, but hair looks similar okay..

But your mom isn't as playful as stormbringer, more demanding but as daring. Kind of like garp, your mom and garp are actually besties/j but srs garp and momma would be besties if they weren't enemies. Kind of a friendship rivalry going on between them (garp x momma real(

[justalonelyslytherin]

Hi hi! For your ask game

Sentence prompt: I’m really craving fast food. Can you please get me some.

Character: Jake Jensen (just look at that dork!!! 🥹🥹)

Thank you so so much for sending this in. It was so much fun writing this. I love this cute dork! He deserves all the love <3

Midnight Cravings

The world was asleep and so was Jake. Peacefully sleeping on his side of the bed, he had all 4 limbs stretched out. Laying on his stomach in absolute comfort, his face was squished against the pillow he’d fallen asleep clutching. A soft snore escaped his opened mouth in steady intervals. Sleep could have barely been any better.

Until there was the shove of a foot against his ass that interrupted the latest of his snores that were about to leave his mouth. A disgruntled grumble left Jake’s lips as he scrunched his face together in a sleepy frown and turned his face in the other direction to snuggle back into the pillow. The peace that had settled over him was once more broken, mere minutes later, when the same foot shoved at his feet.

“Jensen.” The name was whispered through the darkened room, softly spoken yet holding an urgency that said man was blissfully unaware of.

Only when a finger poked him in between the ribs, did he awake ripping open his eyes. His lips parted in a high-pitched squeal as she bolted upwards, kneeling on the spot he had just been sleeping on.

“W-what?” He mumbled, caught between being alarmed and still half asleep, his head turned in all directions as he squinted through the darkness. There wasn’t much for him to see, even if it had been lighter, without his glasses there wasn’t much he could see anyways. As a result, one of his big, clumsy hands fumbled around, feeling for his glasses on the bedside table.

“J, do you love me?” A voice from the other side of the bed broke the quiet.

“Of course I do!” He told her, tongue poking out in concentration as she searched for his glasses. “So so much!”

“So so much?” She asked and he nodded enthusiastically. His nearly violent head bobbing was only stopped by his fingers stubbing against his glasses. With a triumphant yowl he grabbed the frames from the table and hastily put them on his nose.

“Uh-hump,” he confirmed once more, once his tiny celebratory dance was finished. Sitting down on the mattress cross-legged, he peered in the general direction he presumed her to be.

“What’s going on?” 

“Say, if you love me so much, you’ll do something for me?”

“Anything you want!”

There was a brief silence between them that had Jensen furrow his brows in confusion. Her next words only added to deepen the crinkled line between his brows.

“Can you get me some food?”

“The kitchen is just downstairs, can’t you–Of course, I can. What do you want me to bring you up?” A faint movement in the amorphous shape of darkness caught his attention, a head shake?

“Not from the kitchen,” she whined quietly.

“From the pantry then? Oh! You want me to bring you some ice cream from the basement?”

“No…” she mumbled, “I’m really craving fast food. Can you get me some?”

His brain lagged behind for multiple seconds, causing another silence between them. Trying to verify he heard her right, he asked “You want me to go out?” He heard her huff in defeat and perhaps a hint of frustration as well.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up in the middle of the night… for that.” It was the way her voice shook dangerously at the end that caught him by surprise. As he felt the mattress move as she shifted on the bed, supposedly away from him, he came alive. Jumping into action, he leaned forward and grabbed her blindly yet carefully.

“No! No, no! I said I’d do anything for you and I will keep my word.” Jake pulled her softly towards him, waiting patiently for her to shuffle back in cooperation until she laid half in his lap, half propped against his chest. Peering down he smiled at her and rubbed his hands along her arms.

“But I woke you up in the middle of the night for something silly..” she mumbles. He could hear the doubt and remorse in her voice, it made him scoff.

“It’s not silly, baby. You could tell me to travel to Antarctica right now and I’d do it for you. My girl is hungry? I’ll feed her!” His fingers traveled along her side, tickling her softly until he heard her huff and giggle.

“It’s not my fault, I’m not the one that’s hungry!” Hearing her protest had him snicker as his hands moved from her sides along to her swollen middle. He rubbed lovingly over her bump, grinning brightly.

“Mhm, that’s even more reason for me to feed you. Now, what does mini Jensen want?”

It's safe to say that in his haste to get going afterward, he faceplanted trying to put his pants on while hopping on one leg

[its-callum-everybody]

I CANNOT DRAW. That’s how I’m starting this off. So I, sadly, cannot give you all the visuals for this lovely woman. However! What I can give you all is a In-depth analysis of her character and Creation! Of course, we’ll be breaking this into parts.

Part 1 — Basic Character Information / Relationships

Part 2 — Everything to do with her Unique Magic

Part 3 — Lore

Part 4 — Appearance

PART 1 ➤

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Name: Cyrielle [No Known Last Name]

Name Meaning: Lordly

Nicknames: Ce-Ce [Cater], Killifish-Chan [Floyd], Madame Profiterole [Rook], Yam [Vil], Henchman/Second-in-Command [Grim (she got ranked up)], Little Imp [Sam]

Age: Presumably 17

Height: 5 foot 8 inches or 173 cm

Weight: Never ask a lady this [146 lbs]

Gender: Female

Birthday: 8/18

Star Sign: Leo

Hair Color: Charcoal Black

Eye Color: Dark Grey

Sexuality: Undetermined

— (•) —

Dominate Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Breakfast Sandwich

Least Favorite Food: Pickled Eggs

Likes: Aesthetically pleasing things, being right

Dislikes: Dark Chocolate, amnesia

Hobbies: Dancing

Talent: Sword-Fighting

— (•) —

Year: 1st

Dorm: Ramshackle

Class | Student No.: 1-B | 34

Best Class: History

Favorite Class: Practical Magic

Club: N/A

Favorite Teacher: Sam (If that counts)

— 1st Years

Ace: Best Friend #1

Deuce: Best Friend #2

Jack: Mutual Respect. Don’t say their friends, understood to be friends.

Epel: He goes to her to get Junk Food and she happily feeds him. Friends.

Sebek: Begrudging Friends. She takes care of him like a stray cat and he complains while accepting it.

— 2nd Years

Riddle: Friendly Divorced Co-Parents of ADeuce.

Azul: Would smite him on sight with the sweetest smile on her face. He fears her. Slightly calmer after his over-bolt. Slightly.

Jade: Neutral. Can have decent conversation.

Floyd: Try to kill each other while smiling and laughing. Friends.

Ruggie: Hated him during Book 2 but they’re actually pretty chill afterwards. If they see each other in the halls, he tries to make her laugh by making someone do something weird with his magic.

Kalim: She’s number One sunshine protector. Was one-hundred percent ready to fist fight Jamil during his over bolt if she had too.

Jamil: Pre-book four, they were at a neutral standing. During his overbolt she was fully ready to just rock him. Post-overbolt, they’re very quiet around each other but nice. She sometimes just goes to Scarabia to sit there while he cooks.

Silver: She’s very nice to him and he doesn’t understand why. He woke up from a nap one day with his hair braided and a blanket over him. The only reason he knew it was her was because some birds told him. So he tries to be polite back but genuinely has no clue why she’s so nice and it freaks him out. She likes him.

— 3rd Years

Cater: Made a Separate Magic-cam account called ‘Cyrielle’s Adventures��� which focuses on him introducing Cyrielle to TWST pop culture and its a hilarious mess. Cater proclaims them BFF’s.

Trey: Dorm-Dad TM. She may not be in Heartslabyul but she’s always a welcome guest. When she comes over, she sits on the counter while Trey bakes. He lets her stir and eat the leftover batter.

Leona: One she actually did end up punching during his over bolt. She couldn’t stand him before or afterwards. During book three when he begrudgingly helped her and Grim though she loosened up. She can respect his intelligence though. Kingscholar would be more admirable if he had a bit of tenacity.

Vil: He kind of annoyed her pre-overbolt, after the over-bolt she did felt some level of sympathy for him. To always be the villain. That fact alone resonated with her for some reason those she can’t recall why.

Rook: He makes her uncomfortable. She can put up with him, but whenever she knows he’s nearby she can’t seem to let her guard down.

Idia: She didn’t really have any sort of feelings towards him before book 6. After book six though he ended up getting punched, then an awkward head pat. Needless to say He’s awkward around her and she ends up trying to nicer in the end. Even if he just runs away from her half the time.

Lilia: He caught her when she was covering Silver with a blanket and was sworn to secrecy. He knows very well about her crush and casually likes to drag Silver into spending time with him, find her, then leave them together.

Malleus: She invited him in to have tea one day and he ordained her and Silver’s wedding at that moment (because of course Lilia told him everything). Both can be the Yapper to the others Listener. Lilia forces him to play matchmaker too. So he casually tries to tell her about what Silver likes. He’s not good at trying to hint at it but he’s trying.

— Other

Grim: Her son. Will defend him with her life and soul. Do not touch her boy.

Ortho: She gets sad when she looks at him, even before book six. Something about a child that isn’t fully a child because they aren’t a person… it reminds her of someone she can never seem to remember. So she likes to treat him like a little kid even if he can do almost anything with his robotic abilities.

— Staff

Crowley: Fresh-out-of-Jail Uncle and Put-him-back Niece.

Crewel: There is blatant favoritism towards her and Vil. He does not hide it.

Vargas: Takes it easy on her in gym class because she’s one of the only girls; he watched her pick up Jack one time with no struggle and still does this.

Trein: She stays after his class sometimes to ask more questions about history. Lucius likes to chill in her lap during this time. Grandpa vibes.

Sam: Literally her adoptive dad.

[aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute]

MY SOURCE

not only mine but the source of.. about 10-15 of us..

Keep in mind this is combined memories of many alters to form what we can about what happened sooo.. some things might seem funky or smth

OKAY SO! Let's start with episode 1! It plays out mostly the same, though the pod is actually more functional than in canon. Also instead of Veebee (V) and Jag (J) coming back, N slowly starts coming online himself so I bolt. Then after that, Khan is given the choice to shoot or leave me. He picks up the gun and attempts to aim, but Veebee comes in and breaks the gun. N decides at the last second to spare me, stabbing me in the arm and telling me to play dead. After that it plays out as canon again, except at the end I kinda just banish myself because I’m an angsty teen angry at my classmates (and Liynez ("Lizzy") was a bitch right before then).

Episode 2 plays out the same I guess..? Idk.. I don’t really remember much.. The holograms were a lot worse though and sometimes I would get false memories.

Episode 3.. Uhhh.. Dolly’s parents are still killed by Veebee, this unlocks Dolly’s solver and turns her into a disassembly drone, but her appearance is still that of a worker drone. Dolly instead of killing everyone does something worse… ruin everyone’s reputation. Liynez is one of her friends after all, they basically send Rebecca in to collect everyone’s secrets and stuff, Dolly then blackmails everyone into backing down. Veebee is chosen prom queen, and Dolly enacts her revenge. Me and N barge in though, helping out. Instead of N doing the dance fighting with me, it's N AND Veebee. Then episode 3 plays out the same, except for me eating a whole arm, until the end where I comfort Dolly a bit before she leaves.

Episode 4 is very confusing for me.. Though I remember I used Rebecca and Darren’s corpses to like- freakin’ play dolls or some shit. Like “Oh Mr. Darren let me kiss you!!” “Oh yes Rebecca save me from my entire hell with you sweet kiss of freedom” or something like that. DONT JUDGE ME!! I also.. ate the teacher.. :P N and Veebee’s argument is the same, and episode 5 continues as normal. Until Veebee knocks me down, instead of wanting to try and kill me like in source it's kinda like that part of Intermission. Veebee sees her solver self and wants to try and help me, but then it returns to how Episode 4 plays out originally. N tosses me into the air and scolds Veebee. Both N and Veebee fly down with me and talk to me :3, the ending is also the same, except I don’t try to hold N’s hand. I kinda just.. rub it comfortingly instead.

Episode 5, AKA manor shit! This is when it's a bit more different, N and Cyn are basically swapped. N is the main solver host who is kinda creepy and stuff. I at first try to get N’s attention but after realizing he’s like.. reeeaaaaally not who I should be trying to get the attention of, I try to get Cyn’s attention. It works and episode 5 basically plays out the same but with Cyn instead of N. After the solver does the manor massacre, and like sometime after Cyn gets turned into a disassembly drone, the solver hops into Cyn. So now Cyn is the main host and N isnt, like in canon.

Episode 6 I basically dont remember except being slammed into a desk, getting bootlooped, getting to talk to Beau, and Veebee’s sacrifice.

Episode 7 both me and N are heart broken, Tessa pretends to care but it's kinda obvious she doesn't. Yadda Yadda basically the same stuff except Dolly doesn't get killed. N meets Nori, they try to help me. Dolly did get decapitated but since she can regenerate she didn't die, so she eventually joins in to help Nori and N defeat the solver in me. Then episode 7 plays out normally but with me shoving both Dolly (who somewhere along the way I declared as my sister) and N out.

EPISODE 8… hm.. Basically the same..? EXCEPT ME AND N DON'T DO THAT CONFESSING THING EW!! It's kinda like that but me basically saying “you are my son” instead. Jag is working with the solver but she was emotionally manipulated with the fact Tessa IS alive, just working with the solver as well. Honey Dew is using a fake Tessa corpse the solver generated. Oh yeah! Instead of Cyn in Episode 8 it's Honey Dew for most of it. Things play out the same except there's only romance between me and Veebee, also we kiss mid fight. And to be honest..? I'm not so sure about the end.. I think it plays out the same as source..? I have no idea.. I know during this part Honey Dew peaced out and got replaced, but.. I don’t know. I did get a Cyn stuck in my tail though. Cynthia! :3 But uhh.. Theres post canon stuff too.

Yeva is alive and is a core who was bunkies with Nori! She joined in later episode 8 though, like whenever Khan, Thadd , Liynez, and Nori show up. Eventually Yeva and Nori get new bodies, and also Yeva joins in Khan and Nori’s relationship :3

UHHH but yeah idk

I could also rant about how our solver works and stuff since its different from source..?

[firebolt-bombardment]

1. Is fire bolt politicalized, in that case where does fulgur stand. We need more money hungry genderqueers /j

2. Moriti transition timeline?

3. I know this isn't a 2014 ask a character blog but hi hg ily

Only when it's funny. In that case, Fulgur would be a egoist (excerpt from the Wikipedia "[Egoism] advocates personal liberation and rejects subordination, emphasizing the absolute priority of self-interest.") Essentially anarchism with a focus on one's individual gain aka honk is a selfish bastard =).

2. b. 17 July 1994 as Morris Bordales, in 2009 at age 15 traumatized by explosives that went off at an antique store they were in which, a few weeks later, triggered their transformation. Moved to Cairn the same year, was given new identification (new name Moriti Hadrianus) and had their old identity pronounced dead a few years later. At around 3-4 years Post-T Mors was completely transformed into how we know them now. They are currently 14 years Post-T

3. He says hello and to report your higher-ups for violations every chance you can get Σ8:}

[crestoflames]

I know you love to talk about your boy, so Reese for the Ask game

it’s so true, I’ve been called out lol

1: sexuality headcanon: bisexual, as all of scarlet hollow is oops! all bisexuals. i also can see him as demisexual? but that might be my demisexual ass projecting lmao. also he’s 100% a switch

2: otp: Reese x MC or Reese x Kaneeka (Reneeka). honestly love both of them so much. Reese x MC just because duh, I love him a lot and I really like his relationship with my specific MC, and Reese and Kaneeka because I’m a sucker for friends to lovers and I really like that she’s so defensive of him and they clearly care about each other a lot.

3: brotp: Stella and Reese! I love their friendship so much and I’ve had fun exploring it in the fic I’m writing. Stella is the most enthusiastic wingwoman ever and all she wants is Reese to be happy. As an introvert, it can help to have a persistent extrovert friend that still checks in on you even if you’ve been in a situation where you can’t really hang out with people at the moment. So I like that depiction of their friendship, and I think Reese does truly appreciate having Stella as a friend who continues to check in on him.

4: notp: Dr. Kelly x Reese. Just no.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: idk why i’m blanking on this. ummmm. this is more of a joint headcanon, but in universes where Reese and the MC don’t get together, he has a crush on Kaneeka, and the painting she “stole” from him was actually one he was painting for her at one point but never got a chance to give it to her properly. I know he says he doesn’t usually make art for other people but I believe he did it just this once okay. lol. I swear I usually have more Reese headcanons but I’m blanking today.

6: favorite line from this character: “MC gets me. This is a cat I can jive with.” so iconic and i fell for this corny weirdo right away

7: one way in which I relate to this character: chronically ill introvert with very little relationship experience who missed out on typical young adult/teen experiences due to being sick for large swaths of high school. we would bond a lot over that and he would never judge me for my inexperience. also just the way he gets passionate and infodumps about his interests is so similar to me, I would love to just sit with him and we can infodump to each other lol.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: uhhh not much? less of something about him in particular but more of just being known as a huge fan of his. reesemancers have a Reputation™️ as very overzealous and passionate and I would say I have definitely contributed to that lmao. OH! the part where he bolts from Wayne in the obedient ending is definitely second-hand embarrassment inducing, even if I understand why he did it. it’s just very funny and kind of ridiculous that he’s so unhinged and on an ego trip in that ending but as soon as he sees Wayne he’s like “NOPE, I’M OUT”. also I do agree with people that eating his mom as his way to kill her makes me kind of uncomfortable just as a concept, but the art is great and I find cannibalism being used as symbolism or metaphor in a piece of art to be very interesting. (gained more appreciation for it after watching Yellowjackets)

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic cinnamon roll? if that’s a thing? lol. he killed people but i think it’s funny and hot /j

[amberskyyking]

Implications Of Being Alive

Chapter 3: When A Supply Run Goes Horribly Wrong (or Right?)

Or, I have exactly 1 problem with the ending of BB, and I’ve loopholed my way into a maliciously canon-compliant fix-it that I EXPECT to see in a new rebel show, please and thank you J Corbs and Hat Man 🫠

—-SPOILERS FOR BB S3 BELOW—-

“That’s the last of ‘em, kid!” Cy declared with gusto, melodramatically dusting off his hands in the narrow hall of Omega’s ship. “Lil surprised you got it all to fit in this tiny hold of yours!”

Omega shot a sparkling smirk at a broadly grinning old clone and crossed her arms. “You’re just disappointed you didn’t get to claim more than your own share!”

“Well can ‘ya blame me?” He chuckled, gesturing at the supply boxes packed tight enough Omega had to override the object sensors to convince the outer hatch to close on them. “We havent seen Varos flavored rations since… Well, since the Clone Wars! All our brothers loved them, they’re completely lost on the nat-borns.”

“You know you don’t have to live on rations, don’t you?” Omega raised an amused eyebrow.

“Well. Yeah, we eat other things! But, nostalgia’s sake. You know.”

Omega grinned and shook her head. “I know. I always liked them best, too.”

“No kidding!” Cy teased, patting the nearest box, and Omega gave him a good natured punch on the shoulder. “Hey!”

“Wait until I tell Echo you’re trying to poach his-“ But Omega cut herself off as Hera’s head popped into the hold with a worrying frown, Chopper on her heels, grumbling up a storm.

“Hey Hera!” Omega said cautiously, righting herself and giving Hera a friendly salute. Cy did the same. “Is… Something wrong?”

“It’s Chop,” She said in an undertone, cutting straight to the point. “He just came back from the edge of base with his communicator shot clean off.”

All the color drained from Omega’s face, and Cy let out a displeased grunt of his own. “Poor Chop!” Omega said sympathetically, glancing down at the agitated astromec. “Are you alright other than that?”

Bhr BHR! B B B B Baaaaaaah.

“Oh he’s fine. The imperial spy he found, not so much,” Hera said with an exasperated smirk. “It explains why our systems registered a small explosion nearby, the attacker had detonators and Chop took advantage,” She gestured at him with a hint of pride. “That’ll teach them to mess with my droid. But it’s not safe to stay. You both have your supplies, are you ready to move out?”

“Yes sir!” Omega piped up.

“I can be,” Cy said lazily.

“Good. Lyssa and Domri are just waiting my signal. We need them out first, their refugees need this more than our -“

Br BR! Br BR! BHRRRRRR!

“What is it Chop?”

Ba brbrbr BAA-

Chopper gestured back out the doorway towards Cy’s ship, the Cyclone 4, and for the briefest second Omega spotted a glimpse of a figure in black bolting from it before -

BOOM.

The force of the explosion sent them all reeling back! Omega hit the wall and tiny lights popped behind her eyes. Her ears rang, but she heard coughing, scoffing, offended Chopper noises and confused Gonk! Gonk!’s coming from the back of her ship.

She pulled herself upright with a white knuckle grip on the edge of the console and heard Cy let out a deeply disgruntled sound.

“Aaaagh! Not again!” He groaned.

Omega offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. The Cyclone 4 had been reduced to slag.

“Karabast! They lived?!” Hera shouted. “Alright, new plan.”

Be bv br BHR?

“Too risky Chop, they’re already here. Omega, get us airborne, NOW.”

“On it,” Omega said, hopping into the pilots seat and firing up the controls. Her thrusters engaged, the ship lifted off, and Hera took charge.

“Chopper, remotely activate the Ghost’s top hatch!” Hera ordered. “Cy, with me, on my signal! Omega, bring us in low over the Ghost and give us ground cover to get her flying, we need to get Lyssa and Domri out of here before we make our own jumps! Is that clear!”

“Yes sir!” Omega called back, pushing the ship forward with a determined grimace and her heart racing. The Ghost wasn’t far but their saboteur could be anywhere, and even as she thought it more shots fired off towards two other rising Rebel ships.

“No!” Omega gasped as Lyssa’s stabilizer was hit. The ship shuttered dangerously in the air and began to plummet. Omega gritted her teeth.

“Draw their fire and stay on target!” Hera cried, and Omega nodded, gritting her teeth and swallowing hard. Hera was right. They needed the Ghost, it was a risky plan but she was accustomed to risky plans by now and Hera’s skills were needed now more than ever to help the others escape.

She banked sideways towards their attacker first, laid down some fire as ground cover, and juked away towards the Ghost again. In the distance Lyssa fought for control of the careening ship, Domri rose higher, but the infiltrator, whoever they were, changed targets, forcing Omega to twist and dodge to avoid a serious hit. Omega leveled out low to the ground and pulled up on the accelerator seconds before they passed over the Ghost.

“Now!” She heard Hera shout, and her three passengers dropped out the door onto the Ghost below. Omega looked back with her heart in her throat but they had made it. Hera vanished into the hatch and Cy gave Omega a quick salute before pulling it closed over them all. Omega let out a breath, but it wasn’t over. She pulled up again, cut the thrusters and made a perfect Tech Turn to round back on the shooter.

In the few seconds that move took, the rain of blasterfire had seemed to stop, but Omega realized with dread it was only because they were aiming for the Ghost!

Omega returned fire back in an instant, bringing her ship around for another pass and peppering the area the enemy was hiding in blue plasma. For a second the attacker, wherever they were, let up on their assault, but as Omegas ship sped past their barrage returned. She gasped as one shot just barely missed a sublight engine, and only because the Ghost just lifted off the ground in time to make it a miss!

Mayhem 5! Keep them pinned down! Hera’s voice crackled over the comm.

As if she even needed to be told, after that close call. She snarled as she threw the ship into a second Tech Turn to double back again and give this imperial scumbag some hell. “On it!”

The Ghost careened in a huge arc and unleashed its own fire power on the shooters hiding spot, and finally, the dark figure was flushed out, running with an obvious limp and suited in black. How they were even still moving Omega didn’t know, but she had them now. She accelerated forward again, took aim, fired-

But her enemy also fired, whipping towards her with inhuman speed and popping off a single shot that sank straight through her sublight engine!

A distress call from Lyssa blared from her console, Omega felt her own engine splutter and die, the figure vanished below, and her ship veered sideways. There was hardly any time to prepare to crash. Omega wrenched the steering, slamming at the controls and overriding several errors to force the ship to stay level for just a few seconds.

“Brace for impact Gonky!” She shouted back, and the ship crashed down, skidding and spinning across the dirt. Omega was thrown forward, letting out an involuntary cry that was lost on the sound of metallic screeching and rumbling dirt that pierced the air until they came to a stop.

She could smell smoke, systems warnings were blaring, but she took stock of herself and… She was okay. A little sore, but nothing broken or bleeding.

Mayhem 5! What’s your status?! Hera’s voice rang out from the sparking console, and even through distortion, Omega could hear the fear in her voice. She scrambled for the receiver.

“Specter 2, I’m… I’m fine,” She breathed, looking around with eyes wide. “Ships down. No major injuries!”

The viewport was thick with dust, but the ship had spun as it crashed so she sat facing the gouge marks in the soft earth, and something was moving up ahead. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and the adrenaline that was just coming down from the crash rocketed all over again.

Ruby 3 is unresponsive, Hera said frantically. Did you make your shot?

She peered with dread through the pane, but it wasn’t a trick. There wasn’t enough cover to stay hidden for long and soon she saw it again - That same lone, limping figure, one hand cradling their side, injured and blow up but still unrelenting in their pursuit as they ducked behind a small cluster of gnarled plants.

Something about their armor was horribly familiar.

Mayhem 5?

“No,” Omega said bitterly. “I didn’t, but I will.”

Taking them out from here would be best, but the gunnery was karked, jammed in a completely unusable position. She kept her eyes on the imperial’s cover as she drew the custom precision blaster Crosshair had finally deemed good enough for her after several modifications and patted down her belt to ensure Hunter’s old vibro-knife was still there.

I don’t like the sound of that-

Something moved, and if only for a second, Omega saw them clearly, and her heart leapt into her throat. That… That wasn’t just any Imperial, that was like seeing a ghost! She would never forget that helmet, that mask, those glowing aqua cybernetics.

It was him.

The soldier who had hunted her family a decade ago, who killed so many of Rex’s men, who nearly drowned Crosshair and later cut off his hand. The one who had blown up the Marauder and dragged her off to Tantiss, who she thought Hunter had finally killed during their escape.

But if that was really him… Then he was a clone, too.

“Get to Ruby 3. She needs you,” Omega pleaded in a tone that was determined as it was solemn, setting her blaster to stun. “This is personal.”

And it had almost been too close already. They never wanted to kill clones who were on the Empires side, but sometimes it was impossible to avoid. They couldn’t avoid it on Tantiss, but this was different. She was different. This was a one-on-one fight, it wasn’t impossible, and if she had a chance, she would take it. She was ready.

That still wouldn’t make it easy, based on her still very vivid memories of what the CX troopers were capable of. Omega took a deep breath to center herself… And an idea came into her head.

“Gonky,” Omega whispered, and got a feeble little goooonk in response. “Be ready for Plan 38, okay? I need a backup just in case. Prep the hold latch and unleash it on my signal.”

He reluctantly gonked in agreement, and Omega nodded back, moving carefully to slip out of the hold. He was nearby, she knew it. She watched for signs of him. If she could just stun him, if she could just get him back to Echo-

Only the barest flash of movement warned Omega to duck before a blaster bolt hit the wall above her! She sprung off it and charged, firing back blue rings at the clone, knowing full well how much more difficult it would be to take him down that way, but she could do it! She just had to hit him enough times, she just had to survive -

He took the bait and slammed into her full force, knocking her back, and she twisted to avoid getting slashed with a knife. Omega fired and missed. The clones hand swiped the blade again at her neck but she caught it on her vambrace and shoved him back, barely, trading and blocking blows in close quarters. Her gut twisted. He was skilled, but injured, which should make him easier to take down, but he was fighting with lethal force, and Omega… Omega couldn’t do that!

She couldn’t beat him that way, he was never going to stop, it was all she could do to keep herself in the fight with a person who would hurt himself to keep going, who would fight through so much pain. She tried to fall back, plan 38 would be better for them both, but the retreat left her vulnerable for a split second and he grabbed her arm. Omega gasped as he yanked her towards a tree and kneed her in the gut.

“They’ll come back for you, dead or alive,” He said, his voice toneless and modulated. “They don’t leave their own behind.”

Omega preferred the gut pain to those words. It hurt less. They couldn’t help what happened on Tantiss, she tried so hard to remind herself of that, but it still always tugged at her heart, knowing how many clones still died there before they made it out. But she couldn’t go there now. He lifted his blaster and she grabbed his arm, twisting it up so it fired into the trees, and he let out a sharp yelp of pain. She couldn’t pity him yet, though, not while he was fighting without mercy, not if she wanted to help him! He wouldn’t be left behind, not again! Omega took advantage of his weakness, jamming her own blaster directly against his chest plate and firing off one stunner, then two, but he threw himself back and head butted her clean in the nose before she could finish the job with a third.

Stars swarmed her vision again, she let out a small cry and tasted blood. The clone staggered backward and Omega stumbled sideways, fighting to keep her own consciousness.

But he was doing the same. Omega raised her blaster again but between the two of them he was quicker, and she was forced to dodge more fire, retreating towards the trap Gonky was ready to pull. She didn’t have to beat him out here. He was almost down already. She just had to get him on the ship.

One of the shots singed her leg as she ran but she didn’t dare stop, not even for the sharp pain that radiated up it almost right away. She’d fought through worse. Omega managed to leap into the hold off her good leg but collapsed in the entry, only feet from the cockpit.

“Karabast!” She swore, desperately starting to crawl forward.

Gonky gonked his concern from the back.

“Not yet!” Omega whimpered. “I have to get him to the-“

There was a clanging of metal on metal as heavy footfalls rang through the ship. Omega flipped herself around and tried to stand, but the clone in imperial black stood looming over her and cocked his blaster at her head.

“Running is futile,” He said in that same Imperial monotone.

“It’s worked before!” Omega tried to stall, pushing herself backwards with her one good leg. He had her trapped, he wasn’t in position yet, Gonky couldn’t spring the trap, but they were so close. Omega held her breath, heart racing, this wasn’t how she wanted to go out, she could help him…

But several seconds passed, and he wasn’t pulling the trigger.

The clone seemed frozen, his head cocked ever so slightly, not so much looking at her as past her at something else, as if transfixed. The end of his blaster dipped towards the floor in his distraction.

Omega narrowed her eyes, subtly aiming her own blaster at her hip without a sound, and fired two shots in rapid succession. The last shot did what the first three couldn’t. The clone collapsed on the ground.

Gonk gonk? Gooonk?

Omega let herself fall backwards on the ground, too. It was over… She had done it.

“No Gonky… We don’t need Plan 38 after all.”

Which was probably good. Wasting all those Varos flavored rations just to bury the clone really would be a shame. Omega’s leg was throbbing painfully, her head was still aching and her face splattered with blood, but she couldn’t wait too long to catch her breath either. After only a minute or so, she dragged herself upright again and crawled towards the clone.

“I’m sorry, vod,” She breathed, pulling his hands behind his back and encasing them in binders as gently as she could before heaving him upright. “I’ll get you some help, yeah? You probably never wanted this, and…”

But her words dropped off as she gingerly removed his helmet and her world came to a screeching halt.

This wasn’t a reg.

This wasn’t a reg but it WAS a clone. She had screamed his name, lunged forward in desperation as he shot the cable that connected them, plummeting into the clouds below as their rail car caught the track and ripped them away and it all went dark-

“TECH???!!” Omega shrieked, the name torn from her chest in agony like the day they had lost him, reverberating against the walls of the ship so she heard it a hundred more times as she cupped his face and stared in disbelief. He was older now, like the others, his auburn hair cut short and speckled with shades of gray. Wrinkles lined his cheeks and jaw and the outsides of his eyes, he had some nasty new scars, but it was him, undoubtedly him.

In that moment, it didn’t matter if he was dangerous, it didn’t matter what he had done, what kind of conditioning the Empire must have put him through over all this time, or that he had just tried to kill her. Omega threw her arms around his shoulders and broke down into his neck with bloody, hiccuping, ugly sobs, carding her fingers into the back of his close-shaven hair.

All this time. All those battles a decade ago, everything that happened since then. How could they not have known? How come they never looked?

Guilt tore open her chest worse than his knife would have. He had been trapped like this, while the rest of them retired on Pabu, while Omega grew up surrounded by sunshine and laughter and beaches and family… And somehow, all this time later, he had hesitated to make the kill. Something had stopped him long enough for her to get the final shot.

She did her best to still herself, just for a few seconds, blinking away her tears to follow his gaze from a few minutes before…

To where his own cracked and broken goggles sat prominently on top of the cockpit console.

Omega’s ragged cries started all over again. Tech was alive, he was still in there, he had to be.

And he was coming home.

ITS KRIFFING POSSIBLE DAMMIT I DIDN’T EVEN BREAK CANON NOW FIX IT IN CANON OR SO HELP ME!!!!!! ❤️‍🩹

-ahem- Anyways. I’m mostly on AO3 so, links to all chapters below. Please scream in my comments and shit, it is pure writing fuel to get those ❤️

Chapter 1: Existing Isn’t Living (But It’s Better Than Being Dead… Right?)

Chapter 2: Serving Purpose (This Might Be Banthashit)

Chapter 3: When A Supply Run Goes Horribly Wrong (Or Right?)

[thecunnydiaries]

13th Wednesday

Fore part of the Day fine. Made the Land in the Morning Watch: commenced beating up Christmas harbour at 9 AM, and Anchored after tacking 22 times in gallant Stile with a Stiff breeze. The passage is difficult & dangerous with the wind dead on end: there is a Stupendous Iron bound Rock on the Larboard hand nearly perpendicular. I Should say fifteen hundred feet high and the top appears to be a roost for birds as the Soil from them has besmeared the Sea face of it for a considerable way down. There is a great many runs of water down the rocks. The Erebus was lying in the mouth of the harbour, She having anchored Yesterday. At the entrance of the harbour there is a very Romantic looking Rock partialy detached from the main Land with a very natural looking Arch through it. It is on the Larboard hand, on the Starboard there is a very bold Cape about Six hundred feet high. Got boats out in the afternoon: Sent one on Shore, the crew brought off fourteen Penguins of the Jack Ass Specie, very Majestic looking fellows, Stood bolt upright like a Soldier: we Killed, Cooked and eat them and a very good Supper They made considering it was quick work, we were no ways particular. There appears to be a Sort of wild Cabbage growing which is good the say when Cooked.

HMS Terror entering Christmas Harbour, by J. Dayman, Mate in HMS Erebus

Campbell's notes:

Christmas Harbour, now Port Christmas, with its entrance in Latitude 48°41'S, Longitude 69°03'E, lies at the head of Baie de l'Oiseau at the northern end of Îles

Kerguélen, named by Captain Cook, since they entered the harbour on 25 December 1776. The bay was visited by M. de Rochegude, one of the officers of the Oiseau, on Kerguélen’s second voyage in January 1774. Beaglehole, The Journals..Resolution and Discovery, I, pp. 29–32.

Arch, now known as Pointe de l’Arche, although the arch has fallen in.

Wild cabbage, Hooker, The Botany I, pp. 238–41. Pringlea antiscorbutica. Ibid. p. 239. ‘This is perhaps the most interesting plant procured during the whole voyage performed in the Antarctic Seas, growing as it does upon an island the remotest from a continent, and yielding, besides this esculent, only seventeen other flowering plants.’ Ibid. p. 240. ‘The illustrious Cook first discovered and drew attention to the “Kerguelen’s Land Cabbage” during his first voyage, when accompanied by Mr. Anderson [William Anderson, 1750–78, Assistant surgeon and naturalist in Resolution, on Cook’s second voyage and surgeon and naturalist on his third voyage]. The latter gentleman drew up an account of some of the more remarkable plants which he collected there and in other islands, which are preserved in the Banksian Library; the present he designated as Pringlea in honour of Sir John Pringle [1707–82, Physician in ordinary to the King and President of the Royal Society], who wrote a work upon scurvy [A discourse upon some late improvements of the means for preserving the health of Mariners delivered at the anniversary meeting of the Royal Society, Nov. 1776. A copy of which was published in Cook A Voyage towards the South Pole.] The latter circumstance has induced me, at Mr Brown's suggestion, to assign the trivial name of antiscorbutica. The Pringlea is exceedingly abundant over all parts of the island … Its long rhizomata, often 3 or 4 feet long, lie along the ground; they are sometimes 2 inches in diameter, full of spongy and fibrous substance intermixed, of a half woody texture and with flavour of horse-radish, and bear at the extremity heads of leaves, sometime 18 inches across, so like those of the common cabbage that if growing in a garden with their namesakes in England they would not excite any particular attention; the outer leaves are coarse, loosely placed and spreading, the inner form a dense white heart, that tastes like mustard and cress, but is much coarser. … daily use was made of this vegetable, either cooked by itself or boiled with the ships' beef, pork, or pee-soup.’

[fractallogic]

My day tomorrow requires the use of every single ounce of executive functioning that I have to figure out when I need to be on campus to get everywhere on time

Okay. I need to advertise my experiment to a class on campus so I can finish the last SEVEN participants at noon. It’s all the way the fuck across campus in a confusing and unfamiliar building, so tbqh I should leave my office no later than 11:20 (20-min walk, 10 min to find the room, 5 min cushion, on time = 5 min early)

I don’t want to schlep all my stuff across campus so I’ll actually go to my office first and put everything down, so I need to get to the parking garage at around 11, maybe a little before (time to find a space and climb the stairs and actually get up to my office and the lab on the literal other side of the building, then basically turn around and go back out the door)

There’s also a lab meeting at 12 on zoom, so I’ll need to have an electronic with me, but I don’t want to take my entire computer, so if I take my iPad I can just have a normal-sized bag

I don’t want to go all the way back to my office because at 1 there’s a defense I feel obligated to attend (she is the sweetest and friendliest person alive and one of the few people who does syntax here, and. I just have to go even if it’s really throwing a wrench in my day) still on that side of campus, so maybe I actually do want a backpack if only to not have to clutch my water bottle as I walk all around campus (and then I can just have my computer for the lab meeting, which is easier than a device)

And then at about three, when the defense is over, I can finally go back to my office and do some work

I also need to remember to pick a lunch and, I guess, hope that my bread isn’t moldy, because a PB&J or a protein shake are my only options for a non-microwave-using lunch

I HATE DAYS WHERE I HAVE TO RUSH AND RUN AROUND

Also there’s a Gathering(tm) for the post-defense party at 5 or 6 that I don’t think I super want to go to, actually, because I’m tired and need to go to the grocery store and want to go to the gym and NEED TO DO SOME WORK AT SOME POINT SO I CAN SPEND MY GRANT MONEY ugh, but I guess I’ll see how I feel about it tomorrow.

SO ANYWAY if I want to get to the parking garage by 11, I need to leave by 10:45ish. If I want to have a reasonable length of breakfast and get ready in a manner that doesn’t make me forget things, I should probably be downstairs by 10:15 at the absolute latest (and more realistically, probably 10).

If I leave my alarm set for 8:30, I won’t get enough sleep, so I guess I’ll set it for 9:30 to give my dumb ass time to hit snooze once for an extra 9 minutes (why 9, phone???) and moan and whine and complain to get dressed and go downstairs and rescue the cat.

I should also wear tennis shoes tomorrow because I will get blisters if I wear literally anything else walking (and sweating) that much.

I have no idea how I’m going to gym, shower, grocery, and eat dinner. Maybe I should just go to the party so that the professors can feed me instead, go grocery shopping afterwards, and go to the gym Friday morning. Christ.

Maybe I should just leave at 3 (or 4, once I congratulate her and get out of the chatty crowd and stuff and walk all the fucking way back to the garage), go straight to the gym (arriving at? 4:15?), finish an hour later, shower, grocery shop, dinner? And get something super chill for dinner while at the store? Or microwave a frozen pot pie?

So before I leave, I need to

eat breakfast (overnight oats)

make lunch (PB&J, hopefully)

pack gym clothes (just wear the gym shoes, it’s fine)

REMEMBER A WATER BOTTLE!!

AND YOUR COMPUTER AND CHARGER!!

and I think that’s all. And leave by 10:40-10:45. And resign yourself to not working tomorrow unless a big lightning bolt of energy comes out after I eat. Nnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhh

[gdmbrwiththerealcrew]

Day 10 - July 8th

The evening before, we discussed upcoming campsites with John, John, and Nick. We planned on the campgrounds at Holland Lake and they gave us more details about how to get a spot even when all spots were taken. We also discussed camping at Placid Lake. The gents were meeting friends and family there and invited us the join them for beer and brats on what would be our last evening on the road. Talk about planning ahead!

J, J, & N got on the road before us. We all started with 6 miles on MT 83, a north/south roadway that had the potential to be quite busy and dangerous. We watched them surge to a 1/4 mile ahead of us and we put our heads down and pushed forward.

We turned off onto a gravel road and proceeded to, what else, climb. We dropped down and then climbed again.

Climb and climb some more.

As we started down our second descent, David rolled up and said: “Listen to this “. Right away we could see that his rear rack was not connected to his frame. A bolt had snapped off in the frame. We needed a mechanic to fix this problem. But first we had to get David, bike, and gear to a mechanic.

Jose and I McGuyvered a temporary fix with zip ties. We distributed gear to the front of David’s bike and to our bikes. Then we took our time rolling down the rough gravel road for the next 4 miles.

Roadside repair.

Back out on MT 83, we fell into a pace line and closely watched David’s bike and the passing cars as we made our way. Fortunately it was just a few miles before we saw some guys working on pre building a log house in a work yard. They mentioned that there was an auto shop 4-6 miles further down the road. Two miles later we came to a general store and they confirmed that there was a mechanic and they called ahead for us. Four more miles and we had a guy with the know how and the tools to fix the problem.

Right tools and know how.

Fourth-five minutes later and we were rolling down the road looking for what was considered to be the best restaurant (and only restaurant) for miles. In 2018 David, Derek, and I had stopped at the same Hungry Bear Restaurant during a rain storm. In 2020, Jose had stopped at the HB with 13 scouts and 3 other leaders. Now, it was our turn to introduce Ed to the HB.

The HB.

It has new owners, a new menu, and a beautiful back patio (sufficient for weddings and other events). We sat down to beers and burgers (Jose had pasta) out on the back patio and started to discuss the bullet we just dodged with David’s bike.

Toasting the repair at the Hungry Bear.

If we hadn’t gotten David’s rack repaired, tomorrow would have been a road ride straight to Missoula. Fortunately, we are back on track for Holland and Placid Lakes and 2+ more days of gravel fun.

After lunch, we rode MT 83 for a few more miles then turned onto the gravel road that took us to the campground at Holland Lake. As we rolled through the campground looking for an open spot we saw J, J, & N. We filled them in on what happed and why we were so late to camp. They then directed us to the camp host who set us up lakeside for $20 a tent (100% profit for her).

Jew from the lake.

Thirty minutes later and we had our tents set up and we were swimming in the lake to get rid of the dust and grime of the day.

Holland Lake is quite beautiful and very popular with locals. Recently, controversy arose when Powder, a major resort developer, purchased property on the lake with plans to build out a 500 bed resort, 75 new homes, and more. It will be interesting to see how it all plays out considering the opposition from longtime residents. Regardless, it was also difficult to understand what they were trying to preserve when we heard nothing but speeding personal watercraft from 10-11pm.

Holland Lake views to the east

View to the west.

More to the west.

One campsite over from ours, there were two moms with their 6 kids spending several days. We spent some time talking to the moms and learned about their philosophy on raising kids. They were about to homeschool the kids so that they could build a curriculum more focused on outdoor activities. It was already evident considering how the kids freely swam and paddle in the lake, watching out for each other with less supervision from their moms.

One of the moms, before having four kids, had pedaled across the country on her bicycle. Her mom provided SAG support after her boyfriend at the time backed out of the ride at the last minute. Both ladies were physically active and it obviously influenced the kids.

We also met a Swiss couple that was riding the GDMBR. They were going to spend a couple months on the road.

Once in my tent, I struggled to sleep. Three cups of tea and an espresso probably caused that. The one advantage was getting to see the moon come up over the mountains and the lake at around 3pm!

That’s all for this day!

Cheers.

Ride stats:

Miles ridden: 46.3

Elevation gain: 2,263 ft

Max elevation: 4,108 ft

Total descent: 1,296 ft

Start time: 8:43am

Moving time: 4:49:05

Elapsed time: 8:17:34

Ave speed: 9.6 mph

[sterlingarcher23]

ElMax goes Back to the Future 2

The girl on the poster runs towards the clock, not away. That's not Max running away from Vecna in "Dear Billy", that's Max so to speak driving the DeLorean before the lightning bolt hits the clock tower and stops it.

Also read part 1:

- The clock in Mrs Kelly's office -

Poor Mrs Kelly has been accused of being a henchman of Vecna and that the key necklace is the key to open of the Grandfather clock's window ... She never was and the key isn't. The necklace doesn't even have the right color nor shape to fit into the Grandfather clock. (which is why this idea was never convincing)

The clock-key necklace however stands symbolically for "The clocks are the key" - like for example the clock in her office which points to 12 and 1.

121... 1.21

And of course the girl on the poster runs towards the clock. The interpretation that this is forshadowing Max running away from Vecna was never convincing to me. - She runs towards the 1.21. This is Marty who drives before the lightning bolt hits the clock tower to then travel into the future.

- The Starcourt Clock -

The clock in Starcourt has 8 single lines and 8 lines in pairs. Making it 88 - a reference to 88 miles per hour. (There's also an 88 hidden in the promo artwork of the Creel house rose)

And the clock's hands are placed in a specific way, the short hand marks the point and the long hand the end, reading as 1.21

- Vecna's clock -

Vecna's clock that Max sees points to XII and I ; the thin lines of the Xs are very, very thin which highlights the thick lines. So it looks like the long hand points to a \ and the short hand marks the end because it is between 1 and 2 which isn't right (at this position the long hand should be at 6). This reads as \ II I or you translate the Roman numbers into Arabic numbers 12 1. Again a reference to 1.21 Gigawatts.

- The lightning bolt hit at 10:04 -

Lightning struck with 1.21 Gigawatts by 88 mph when the 4th victim of 00I died and El then initiated the time jump, placing Max "Outatime" in a timeless dimension "Like when Eleven sent One into another dimension."

The clock tower stopped at exactly 10:04... Mirrored 4 001

All the clocks are in one specific way pointing to 1.21, A) hinting at a time jump and B) that Max's mind is displaced into a timeless dimension because the lightning stopped the clock which is still held at 10:04 in the future of 2015 in Back to the future 2.

- Skateboard, Snowball, Shades & Eyes -

And don't forget that Marty is a skateboarder.

He has a Madrid brand skateboard. That's very specific. Why not just any skateboard? They chose skateboards on which you can clearly read the brand?

Marty starts to vanish from existence - Max wishes to disappear and her mind does so when she's revived by El (transported into another dimension like Henry and temporally displaced because those dimensions are timeless). The decoration of the Snowball also looks exactly like the backdrop of the stage in Back to the Future.

That's Marty playing incognito in Back to the future 2 like a young teen imagines "That's super inconspicuous:

Right is Max playing incognito in Season 3 (right after this scene she pulls off the sunglasses) , foreshadowing her using sunglasses but not because she's blind but to hide her eyes from others.

Note the sunglasses - Max tries two other ones before picking the one with the red frame. Except for the color, both sunglasses look very identical.

There's an interesting detail in Back to the future 2. Both Marty (Michael J. Fox) and Biff (Thomas F. Wilson) have blue eyes. Both actors also play Marty Jr. and Griff (Biff's grandson) but with brown contact lenses. A tiny forgettable detail we only notice subconsciously that something is different. It's a detail the Duffers used in Season 2 of Stranger Things: while being possessed Will's eyes turn from green to brown.

Usually people who are possessed have a very notable eye change in the horror and Scifi genre, sometimes permanent, sometimes just quick flashes of for example black shadows or something alike, so using this very specific eye color you may not even really notice consciously the first time watching is not just odd but a very deliberate choice by the Duffers.

It's these details that once used makes the audience subconsciously wonder, however used blatantly that's a different thing. So, there is precedence inside of Stranger Things itself. Why use it just once and also in a forgettable way? As so many things, this is placed to be used later again.

Turning Max's eyes brown for example as a sign of being possessed, although by a benevolent force such as El, would also give this line from the song Angel by Madonna a new meaning and that's probably why they chose this song:

"You are an angel in disguise (El inside of Max), I can see it in your eyes.(Max having brown eyes)"

- Mr Fusion -

Anyway, we do have some blatant reference of Back to the Future, not just the clocks, brands, set decorations and scenes but it's mentioned by Steve as well. "The one with the DeLorean and Alex P Keaton."

And likely referred to by Dr Brenner when he says to El: "If you want to stop One... You will need to fly." In terms of Back to the future that's the DeLorean flying powered by: Mr Fusion.

Fusion... time jump. Linking arms, disappearing and reappearing together in front of a JC Penney, fully linked.

Someone really thinking that this is just a huge coincidence?

They technically put in the events of Season 4 into the riddle site Brenner is doing his crosswords, mentioning additionally a birthday and it there was a huge uproar that Will "accidentally" forgot his own birthday. It was not an accident.

They copy the way these franchises work. Back to the future itself made references you don't notice and foreshadowed in smaller and bigger scale certain events. (Pay attention to the shirt Doc Brown is wearing in BttF 2.

Although not made from scratch for the show, the Grandfather clock was according to sources modified by the production team. So, it's very likely that the main dial was altered and only the outer shape was actually used and reproduced