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z-13-b · 2 months ago

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Z-13-b: The Aquanaut

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This was commissioned by me, the author of this story is @pretzel-box, however they are no longer posting.

Sebastian hunched over his cramped workspace, the faint flicker of his angler bulb on his head casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he worked on the broken shell of an old flashlight, the casing scratched and scarred from the past events. The air in his small shop was thick with the smell of metal filings and the faint, acrid tang of solder. Tools of all kinds—rusty screwdrivers, needle-nose pliers, and a small but well-worn soldering iron—were scattered around him like a makeshift nest. He muttered to himself, his voice low and gravelly, as he carefully adjusted the thin wires and delicate gears inside the flashlight, his long, nimble fingers moving with practiced precision.

Behind him, the metallic creak of the vent grated against the silence, but he didn’t react, too lost in the rhythm of his work to notice. The vent cover rattled slightly as it settled back into place, the sound quickly swallowed by the cluttered symphony of Sebastian’s workspace—the quiet hum of an old radio playing static, the faint hissing of a faulty pipe in the corner, and the occasional drip of condensation hitting the floor.

It wasn’t until the air shifted—cold and dry, as if someone had stepped out from the shadows—that he paused, feeling a presence lingering just behind him. He assumed it was another customer or one of the usual strays that wandered in from the abandoned corridors outside. Without bothering to look up, he spoke in a brusque, disinterested tone, his voice laced with the kind of impatience that only comes from years of being disturbed during a delicate task.

“Items are on my tail, as usual. Keycard’s on the table next to the radio,” he muttered, already turning back to the tangled mess of wires in his hand.

He didn’t spare a glance, fully absorbed in the task, not yet realizing that the figure standing there hadn’t moved, frozen in place like a statue carved out of darkness.

Enoch took in the scene with a sharp intake of breath, eyes flicking across the dimly lit space before settling on the familiar figure hunched over the cluttered workbench. For a moment, they could only stare, breath shallow and uneven, as they traced the curve of Sebastian’s tail, the way it curled protectively around the base of the stool. The soft, rhythmic flick of his hair, catching the scant light like the surface of water in the dark, sent a jolt of realization through them. Recognition hit like a tidal wave crashing against rock—this wasn’t just another mechanic hidden away in the dingy corners of Blackside. It was him.

Sebastian’s silhouette looked just like as it did in his file, hunched and focused, as though the weight of the entire world rested on his shoulders. For a split second, Enoch faltered, heart pounding violently in their chest as they wrestled with a decision that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. Leave now, slip away before he had a chance to turn around? Or was it already too late? The thought twisted their stomach into knots, fear creeping up their spine like icy fingers.

The air felt thick and heavy as the realization settled in fully, a cold sweat breaking out along Enoch’s brow. Memories flashed in their mind—sharp, visceral images of Urbanshade’s stern expression, the darkened room filled with cigarette smoke, and the warning that had been delivered in a voice so low it made their skin crawl. Don’t engage. Don’t get involved. There will be consequences if they find out. The unspoken threat lingered, hanging in the air like the ghost of a noose, and they could almost feel the crushing weight of punishment waiting to strike at the slightest misstep.

Panic prickled at the edges of their resolve, making their hands tremble, but Enoch forced themselves to stay rooted to the spot, desperately trying to steady their breath. They couldn’t afford to give themselves away now, not when every second counted. Behind them, the quiet clinking of metal stopped abruptly. Sebastian’s hands had gone still, the silence growing thick and unsettling, pressing in on all sides. He was beginning to notice it—the lack of noise, the presence that felt like a shadow creeping closer. The air itself seemed to tighten, a taut string on the verge of snapping.

With an annoyed sigh, he turned around, his dark eyes narrowing as they landed on Enoch. His towering form, even in this cramped space, seemed to block any possible escape, the tail that draped lazily behind him now coiling slightly, a subtle movement that hinted at a readiness to strike if needed.

Enoch’s heart hammered against their ribs. The moment stretched, feeling like an eternity. Running wasn’t a real option—they knew all too well how fast Sebastian could move, how easily he could close the distance in the blink of an eye. Any attempt to flee would only confirm their intentions, make them look like an enemy.

So, they stayed rooted to the spot, forcing their expression into something neutral, praying it didn’t betray the fear coursing through their veins.

Sebastian’s sharp inhale cut through the tense silence. He stared at Enoch, eyes narrowing as if trying to peel back the layers of their existence. His gaze lingered on the small details—dark hair, the sharp line of their jaw, the peculiar set of their eyes—features he recognized but couldn’t place for a moment. And then it hit him like a cold wave, sending a sick twist of revulsion through his gut.

His face contorted in a grimace, the look of raw disgust unmistakable as he realized what Urbanshade had done. Enoch’s resemblance was uncanny, like a warped echo of someone from a past he had buried deep. The memory clawed its way to the surface, unbidden and unwanted, and he clenched his jaw to swallow it back down, fighting the urge to lash out.

It felt like looking into a fractured, twisted mirror, a reflection of something that should never have existed. His tail flicked sharply behind him, a sign of his agitation, coiling and uncoiling with pent-up fury.

Enoch stood silently, caught in the full brunt of Sebastian’s glare. They held their ground, gaze skimming over his face, his coiled tail, and the tense lines of his body. The sheer presence of him—this entity who had haunted whispers and rumors—now clear before them was almost overwhelming. But they forced their nerves to stay steady, looking him in the eye, trying to gauge his reaction, to see if there was any recognition beyond that flash of fury.

They could see it, though—faintly, buried under the anger. A flicker of something else. Pain.

The tense silence snapped as Sebastian let out an irritated huff, breaking eye contact to glance away momentarily. He crossed his arms, his tail flicking sharply against the floor. “They didn’t stop, huh?” he muttered, the words dripping with a venom that made Enoch flinch. There was no mistaking the hostility in his tone, each syllable like a blade meant to cut deep.

Enoch’s mind scrambled for a response, caught off guard by the unexpected question. They parted their lips to speak, but no words came. The comment felt like a trap, like there was something they were missing—some crucial piece of context they didn’t have. They could only stand there, the unspoken tension between them growing with each passing second.

Sebastian’s eyes flicked back to Enoch, and for a brief moment, his expression softened, the anger giving way to a flicker of something more complicated—frustration, and perhaps a touch of bitterness. He realized then how it must have looked, the sharpness of his words, the obvious disdain he held. It wasn’t really aimed at them. No, it was directed at someone else entirely. Urbanshade.

Despite the resentment boiling in his chest, Sebastian forced himself to take a slow breath. He needed information, and scaring Enoch off wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He let his posture relax just a fraction, smoothing out the anger from his voice. “Look,” he started again, this time calmer, though the tension still lingered, like a taut string threatening to snap. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… complicated. You—” he gestured vaguely, “You aren’t what I expected.”

The shift in his demeanor wasn’t lost on Enoch. They hesitated, feeling the atmosphere shift slightly, a small crack in the wall of animosity Sebastian had put up. It was stiff and awkward, but there was a strange attempt at bridging the gap, at making them feel less like prey cornered by a predator. Enoch swallowed, the tight knot of fear loosening just a bit as they took in this new side of him, cautiously meeting his gaze once more.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching Enoch struggle for a response. He mistook the hesitation for defiance, annoyance bubbling up once more before he pushed it down. He needed answers, and scaring them into silence wasn’t going to get him what he wanted. With a stiff exhale, he leaned back, slipping into the familiar mask of the formal shopkeeper.

“Alright,” he said, tone clipped but not as sharp as before. “Let’s start simple. How long have you been… here? Under their control?” He forced his voice into a neutral drawl, hiding the bitterness behind a thin veneer of professionalism, as if he were dealing with just another customer.

Enoch fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable but trying to respond. “I— I’m not sure,” they managed, the words coming out haltingly. It felt forced, like they were dragging each syllable out, afraid of saying the wrong thing. They didn’t want to leave the impression that they were ignoring him; the thought of making Sebastian angrier twisted their stomach with dread.

Sebastian’s expression shifted ever so slightly, softening into something that almost resembled curiosity rather than hostility. He noticed the way Enoch’s shoulders seemed to ease, the tension loosening bit by bit as he continued with the formalities. He kept his tone level, asking questions that were simple, easy to answer, guiding the conversation carefully. It wasn’t genuine warmth, but it wasn’t the seething anger from before, either.

The more he spoke, the more Enoch seemed to settle, though there was still a glint of caution in their eyes. They were becoming more comfortable, leaning into the safety net of Sebastian’s shopkeeper facade, but it wasn’t lost on Sebastian how their nervousness lingered at the edges, like they were waiting for him to snap again.

It stung, more than he wanted to admit. He realized then that it wasn’t just fear of him—there was something deeper, a sense of self-preservation that made them flinch with every too-sharp word. And for a brief, fleeting moment, something like sympathy welled up in his chest.

He softened his tone further, almost imperceptibly. “You don’t have to force it,” he said, voice lowering into something that almost resembled understanding. “Take your time.”

Enoch glanced up, surprised by the shift, a flicker of relief crossing their face. It was small, but it was there—an unspoken thanks for the momentary reprieve. And as Sebastian watched them slowly start to relax, he found himself easing as well, the last remnants of his initial anger dissolving into something he couldn’t quite name.

The tension between them had eased, if only slightly, like the calm after a storm. Enoch’s shoulders relaxed as they spoke, their voice quiet but clear, as if they were confessing something to themselves more than to Sebastian.

"After everything... I don’t even know if I want to go back anymore. No..." Enoch’s voice wavered as they lifted a trembling hand, brushing their fingers against the cold, unforgiving metal of the collar locked around their neck. The touch sent a shiver down their spine, and for a moment, their resolve crumbled, exposing the raw wound beneath. “I don’t want to go back. I really don’t,” they whispered, almost like they were confessing a secret to the empty air. Their breath hitched, a choked sound caught between a sob and a bitter laugh. “But it’s not like I have a choice, is it? Not with this thing. Not with the collar keeping me chained like this.”

Sebastian watched them, his eyes softening in a way that was rare, almost fragile. It was a look he didn’t give to many—a flicker of sympathy, a brief glimpse of shared pain. He had seen this kind of hopelessness before, in others, in himself. “I doubt I need to explain what a PDG is to you and what it's able to do…”

The way it clung to Enoch’s voice like a shadow, an old wound reopened that still refused to heal. “...If I try to escape…disobey orders or even scare someone…bang.” And as the silence stretched on, Enoch kept talking, their words spilling out like a flood they couldn’t hold back anymore. It was raw, unfiltered honesty, each word trembling with a vulnerability they hadn’t planned on revealing. They spoke like someone standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down at the drop and wondering if the fall would be kinder. The last word left its impact as Enoch moved his gaze away. “I don’t get a choice…not anymore…”

Sebastian took a slow, steady breath, feeling the weight of Enoch’s words pressing against his own chest, like a burden he wasn’t used to sharing. “You have a choice,” he said softly, almost like a plea. The words hung in the air, simple but heavy with conviction. It was such a stark contrast to Enoch’s defeated tone that it made them flinch, not out of fear, but disbelief. They stared at him, searching his face like they were trying to find the lie hidden in his words, but there was nothing there except a quiet, unshakable certainty.

He looked away, clearly uncomfortable, his fingers picking at the frayed edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. This wasn’t something he was used to—this kind of openness, this offering of hope. It made him feel exposed, like he was peeling back layers of armor he had kept on for far too long. “I’ve got something,” he muttered, almost reluctant, as if he were giving away a piece of himself. “The Scrambler. It’s not perfect... It’s a mess of wires and outdated parts, but it can interfere with tracking devices. It might be enough to block the collar’s signal.” The words tumbled out quickly, almost dismissively, like he was downplaying their significance. He kept his eyes fixed on the broken flashlight in his hand, refusing to meet Enoch’s gaze. “You could stay here,” he mumbled, barely audible, his voice thick with an emotion he couldn’t quite mask. “Your presence... it’s not bad. I’d actually—” He paused, swallowing hard. “I’d actually enjoy the company.”

The words hit Enoch like a tidal wave, a shock that left them breathless. They hadn’t realized how deeply they’d needed to hear something like that until now. It was like watching the sun break through storm clouds, a light they hadn’t dared hope for. Slowly, the implications of the Scrambler sank in—this wasn’t just a tool. It was a lifeline, a chance to break free from the chains that had held them for so long.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a genuine smile crept across Enoch’s face. It was small, tentative, but filled with a kind of relief so profound it brought tears to their eyes. The sight of it caught Sebastian off guard; he blinked, his eyes widening slightly as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. It was like he was witnessing the first bloom of spring after a long, bitter winter.

Enoch’s voice was lighter now, a teasing lilt slipping in, though there was an edge of sincerity beneath it. “Tell me, then,” they said, their eyes glinting with a playful warmth. “How could I ever repay you for such kindness?”

Sebastian’s face turned an impossibly deep shade of red, his tail curling up in a bashful, awkward display behind him. He huffed, turning away quickly, as if the act of facing them was too much. “Just... don’t make a mess,” he muttered, his grumbling voice softened by a gentleness he couldn’t hide. He fidgeted, still not looking at them, but there was a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

For a moment, it felt like the tiny room was filled with a warmth neither of them had known for a long time.

#enochreed #pressure oc #pressure roblox #pressure roblox oc #roblox pressure oc #roblox pressure #z-13-b #pressure #sebastian solace

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kcheel · 1 year ago

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hatchling Hatchite & Hal, the dress designs — @ryskabler we rlplay how the gang is celebrating summer at Timber Hearth (tales, skirts, competitions, campfires, flowers, quantum rocks, music) 😎☀️

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sillies !

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?? bruised knee supremacy wip (I won't finish it,,,,,,,,,help)

+ bonus sketches

1) i think hearthians' ears are already pretty holey, so jewelry can be hung on them just like that. Weave knots with wooden beads, etc. 2) Riebeck and their banjo :з 3) sleeping: Hatchite with a stuffed angler, Hal with an axe 4) hhhhhhchchshhsdhhf— ignore

#Outer Wilds #hearthians:#Hal #the Hatchling #smt I'll pst smth

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minihotdog · 1 year ago

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Good ol' fishing boy

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader

a/n: idk. Simon is a big ol softie in this one

Summary: Simon learns how to fish

c/w: fake worm, maybe a swearword

Word Count: 1k

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The weekend had finally come around. The usual hustle and bustle of the compound died down as everyone ran off to enjoy the little free time they’d been given.

“Hey, Lt!” You beam at the sight of your superior. “Whatcha got planned for today?” You stood with your fishing rods tucked under your arm and a backpack stuffed to its brim.

“Nothin’.” He sat at the table with his morning tea. He always had such a cold look, with or without his mask, but you were determined to try and break down at least one of his walls. You’d been working for the task force for about three months now, and he was the only one who you still didn’t know a thing about.

“You ‘otta come fishing with me. It’d be a good time, I promise.” You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response.

“Not up my alley.” He swiftly declines, leaving you taken aback.

In all my years, I’ve never heard a military man say no to fishing.

“Wha’d’ya gonna do? Sit here all day?” You say in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Oh c’mon, Lt.! What if I fall in the water and I can’t get out and I’m all by myself!” You clasp your hands in front of you as if you were about to get on your knees and beg. He sighs at what he referred to as your ‘American dramatics’.

“Fine, but keep the talking to a minimum.”

“Yaay!” You celebrate, causing the stern Brit to groan in annoyance.

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The air nipped at your nose as you and Simon sat on the bank of the river. The mountains off in the distance were topped off with fresh snow. The warm sunlight would occasionally peak out from behind the grey clouds.

“Here ya go,” You hand him a rod and open your tackle box between the two of you. You start tying your hook to the line and reaching into the box to pull out a long black fake worm. You look over to Simon, motioning to the worm, “See this little guy? Bass love this shit.” He snorts lightly but you notice him go still when he looks at the contents of the box.

“So what do I do?” He asks, a little embarrassed. Most boys learned how to fish with their dads, unfortunately, his dad had been set on being a nightmare rather than an angler. You stop dead in your tracks, eyeing the man.

“You ever been fishing before?”

“No.”

You almost drop your worm,

“What?! Really?!”

He shoots you a look that says, ‘Cool it or else’.

“Your dad never took you when you were a kid?” You probe.

“We weren’t very close.” His eyes avoid yours and look out at the bend of the river. Simon wasn’t one to feel embarrassed about his upbringing, he saw it as something that made him the man he was today. It motivated him to be better than what he witnessed and to maybe even eliminate the horrors that many were forced to live with. But it came with a cost and that cost was the simple things other people had gotten to experience that he didn’t.

“I wasn’t close with mine either,” You sigh, hoping that you hadn’t brought up painful memories. His eyes were back on you at the revelation.

“I actually learned how to fish from the locals when I was stationed in Turkey.” You smile, recounting the memories from your time overseas. “I rented a pole out and asked a taxi driver to take me to a fishing store. The taxi driver could barely speak English but it was clear as day that he loved fishing. We talked the whole way to the store and he even went inside with me.” You chuckle, “I’d run into a group of ‘Turkish Uncles’ out fishing and they’d try to show me their tricks.”

You place your rod down on the rocky ground and motion for him to give you his. “I’ll show you,” Your words come out softly. “This part is easy.” You place the rod between your knees and grab a hook out of the box to show him.

“Now, there are all sorts of knots you can do but I use the Y/L/N special.” You put the line through the hole at the top of the hook and wrap the loose end a couple of times around the line coming directly from the rod.

“So you wrap it however many times, then you put it through the loop at the bottom. Pull it and then tie a knot.” He nods at you showing he understands, and his eyes examine the funny-looking knot.

“One time I went fishing with a friend of mine. He was the Bill Dance of trout.” You pause briefly to explain, “Bill Dance is an old man in the States that strikes fear in the hearts of Bass everywhere.” Simon laughs softly at your dramatics. “But, he took one look at my knot and I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment. He was too nice to tell me it looked awful, but it works just like any other.”

You gently clap your hands together, “Moving on, you know what these are?” You point to the contents inside your tackle box. Simon shakes his head, a smirk still playing on his lips. He almost felt like a young boy again, recanting the stories he’d heard in school of the other boys going out on the lake with their dads. Here he finally was.

“These are lures, a.k.a. Fake bait. They come in all shapes: Frogs, worms, little fish. Depending on the fish, some work better than others. Bass like the worm. Snakeheads, those angry demon fish, like the frogs.” You trail off stating the different lures for different fish as you grab a black worm out of the box.

“You can hook however you want, but I think this is what separates boys from men.” Simon’s little smirk grows briefly. He found the way you explained things to him to be endearing.

You grab the hook in one hand and hold the fake worm in the other. “You could do this,” You put the hook through the side of the worm and let it dangle.

“But you’d probably lose your lure on the weeds or from a strong bite.” You pull the worm off. “This is what I do because I’m a big fishing man,” You joke. Simon silently laughs again. He’d hear you constantly calling yourself jacked and joking that you were as big as him. Here you sat, looking about as big as the worm in comparison to him.

You put the hook through the top of the worm’s head, coming through the side. Your now cold fingers slide the worm to the top of the hook and poke through the middle of the squishy lure with the pointy tip nudging back into it. “This way, your hook stays weedless.” You hand him his rod before hooking your lure.

“Now we can rip some lips.” You laugh at your own joke as you stand and walk closer to the water. You point to the button your thumb rests on, looking back at him. “Hold that down when you cast.” You turn back to the water and give your rod a swift jerk. Your hook goes flying out to the middle of the river. Simon follows and casts his line out, the hook barely lands two feet away. He tuts quietly.

“Here,” You place your rod down and come up behind him. You place one hand on his left shoulder and the other over his hand on the base of the rod. “Keep your body facing the water, and swat it like this.” You run through the motion twice before backing away to watch him. This time he casts without a hitch. “Right on.” You smile at him and for the first time, he smiles back.

The two of you sit back down on the log. “Give it a couple of little tugs every once in a while and reel it in little by little. Or how the Turks taught me: Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.”

“Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.” He talks himself through the motions.

“Just like that. Now we wait.”

Moments pass of silence. You couldn’t complain, the view was beautiful.

“Is it true that fish can hear you?” Simon asks you, a bit of humor in his voice.

“No, I think that’s something dads made up so their kids would be quiet.” The two of you laugh. You liked this version of Simon. Relaxed, still quiet and reserved, but he wasn’t the same cold person you met as Ghost.

“Thank you… For teaching me.” He said suddenly.

“No problem, I could use a fishing partner.” You nudge him with your elbow. “Just don’t catch more fish than me or we’ll have a problem.”

#simon riley imagine #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #myfic

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eissoeu · 2 months ago

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Enigmas

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with

his golden feet?

I reply, the ocean knows this.

You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent

bell? What is it waiting for?

I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.

You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?

Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.

You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,

and I reply by describing

how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.

You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,

which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?

Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on

the crystal architecture

of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?

You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean

spines?

The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?

The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out

in the deep places like a thread in the water?

I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its

jewel boxes

is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,

and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the

petal

hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light

and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall

from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead

of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,

of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes

on the timid globe of an orange.

I walked around as you do, investigating

the endless star,

and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,

the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

- Pablo Neruda

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redfoxrunt · 1 year ago

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So - Sneak Preview, right? You ever get stuck on a detail you didn't really think about before and then it really starts bothering you?

Because,

who the fuck is Joey?

I'm sure someone has talked about this. I mean, I'm about a decade late to the party at this point. But it's got me twisted on so many knots right now - is Joey what Danny saw down in the theatre, what got him to go back there? Does it work like some kind of a more complex anglerfish, where you go in a place, you see someone you love get destroyed in front of your eyes, you leave now marked, become other people's hook in, can't resist the bait, go back in (to "save them" or whatever), get taken ("if I went there again I don't think they'd let me out"), luring in the person you hooked in turn?

Does Joey imply that Danny had already been marked, had a brush with the Stranger before the Royal Opera House? Lost someone close to him to it, or just lost them in general under suspicious circumstances? Did that influence him to go there, surely seems like a big fucking coincidence otherwise? If it's a coincidence, does that make Joey a real victim of the Stranger or a made-up lure?

The only people I could quickly dig up in the lore whose names even remotely match up with Joey and who existed in the proper timeline/had anything to do with the Stranger are the student (John) from Angler Fish, and some really terrible pronunciation of Joseph Grimaldi's name, unless Danny and him were on surprisingly good terms at that point, what the hell do I know.

Jonny, no offense, but I need answers here. For personal reasons.

#tma #the magnus archives #danny stoker

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outdoorclutch · 1 year ago

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Features This electric fishing rod includes a CNC-machined high-strength aluminum frame structure that significantly increases durability. The BERRYPRO SOLO spinning reel's amazing smoothness results from the 7+1 double-shielded extremely smooth stainless steel ball bearings and precision computer-balanced gears. CNC aluminum spool featuring a chamfer on the spool lip to prevent line friction. Infinite rotation is Anti-reverse to prevent the rotor from rotating during casting. Electric Fishing Reels like BERRYPRO SOLO have three superior carbon fiber drag washers that provide ample drag force and reliable throwing. Completely waterproof construction to withstand liquid corrosion. It is substantially lighter than standard metal reels due to the distinctive light design of the line cup holder. When fishing, the direct drive screw-in handle provides significantly more stability. Carbon X Piscifun Spinning Reels The Carbon X Piscifun is precisely made with an all-carbon fiber body, rotor, and side plate, making it one of the lightest fishing reels. It significantly minimizes wrist fatigue after a long day of pursuing prize fish. The Carbon X has fantastic features, including a strengthened anti-corrosion stainless steel main shaft and Zinc Alloy drive gear, a screw-in aluminum handle with direct drive, a hollow nest-shaped spool, a smooth positive click drags, and a high-density EVA knob. Features The Carbon X spinning electric reel boasts a quick 6.2:1 gear ratio and a buttery smooth 5.1:1 in the 1000 model. These two gear ratios are ideal for battling the strongest, fastest runs of the largest fish, while the intermediate pace is ideal for finessing your next prize. Carbon X's amazing smoothness will blow you away. The 10+1 shielded stainless steel ball bearings are crucial for enhanced smooth operation, retrieval performance, and corrosion resistance. Three quality large carbon washers provide the greatest-in-class drag power of up to 33 lbs, while the sealed rubber ring protects your drag from water and dust. These drag elements provide the best experience, whether chasing a competition kicker or enjoying a day on the lake with your kids. Sougayilang Electric Fishing Reels- Ultralight in Vibrant Colors Over the years, Sougayilang has discreetly supplied fishing aficionados worldwide with his sophisticated fishing gear, amassing a significant following with the best value. The Sougayilang electric fishing rod includes a graphite frame that is both lightweight and extremely robust. With the hollow frame design, computer-balanced system, and high performance and lightweight for extended fishing, you no longer need to use a backing line while spooling the braid fishing line to avoid slippage. Features The Sougayilang spinning reels deliver maximum performance and durability to all fishermen seeking victory. The primary driving gear is constructed of a robust zinc alloy and is paired with a solid brass pinion gear. Both provide the stiffness and smoothness required to construct reels capable of withstanding harsh circumstances. Its ultra-smooth performance results from 12 corrosion-resistant smooth ball bearings and one immediate-stop one-way anti-reverse bearing. Each fishing reel includes an extraordinarily smooth, endlessly adjustable drag mechanism that yields over 39 lbs. The reel's sensitivity is increased due to the improved sounding coil. Sougayilang equipped the handle with highly comfortable, slip-resistant Super Polymer handle knobs to provide secure and easy control of your reel. This motorized fishing reel is an excellent choice for freshwater fishing. Ideal for gamefish, including freshwater species such as bass, walleye, and trout, as well as popular inshore species such as redfish, speckled trout, and flounder. Conclusion Electric fishing reels are usually preferable to conventional reels. The best thing is that they cost the same as a high-quality traditional reel but include various sophisticated capabilities that make fishing more enjoyable and simpler.

Although electric fishing reels are not required, with sophisticated gear, you'll be able to capture more fish with less effort. Additionally, these reels are reversible. You may use them as standard reels if they run out of power. They are highly resilient and require little maintenance. Thus, investing in a high-quality electric fishing reel is unquestionably the wisest course of action. FAQs How do electric fishing reels work? It is very easy to fish using electric fishing reels. Attaching a long ladder to the sink with a pair of squid and fish feed is a good choice for catching fish using electric deep-sea fishing reels. A button on the reel box is designed to use the reel and track depth in water. What is the best electric fishing reel? All the above-mentioned electric fishing reels are equipped with the latest features and are considered electric deep-sea fishing reels. You can choose any of them as the best electric fishing reel.

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Welcome, welcome! It's our fall anime wrap up episode. Which means you're in for a long episode! We cover a lot of shows and I will be honest... we're crazy in this one. I really hope everyone finds the part the title is taken from.

At any rate, here's what shows we covered: 365 Days to the Wedding, Dan Da Dan, Demon Lord 2099, Tohai Frozen Mahjong Tiles: Unground Mahjong Battle Record, Goodbye Dragon Life, The Healer Who Was Banished from His Party Is In Fact The Strongest, Let This Grieving Soul Retire, Loner Life in Another World, The Most Notorious "Talker" Runs the World's Greatest Clan, Negative Positive Angler, Ranma 1/2, Blue Exorcist, Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister, Yakuza Fiancé, Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest and Rurouni Kenshin!

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chodelver · 19 days ago

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What Makes Boat Rentals So Special?

The boating experience in Lake Travis offers the ultimate Austin enjoyment. It has a large selection of rental boats suitable for novice and veteran boaters alike, there's something here for anyone - from wakesurfing, to admiring the beautiful scenery it's a place for all to enjoy! Lake Travis area boasts numerous activities that draw people from across the state and one of them is Devil's Cove - a party spot known for its nude sunbathing as well as wild nightlife. When it is a holiday weekend, up to 200 boats may be rafting here. If your children are small or aren't a fan of crowds, it might be wise to stay away from.

Riviera Marina offers an idyllic and relaxing waterfront experience, and is the only clothes-independent open-air park for the public in California. The sunbathers as well as swimmers often come here naked; dockers can gain entry for free if arriving via boat! Open daily.

Lake Travis offers some of the best bass fishing available in Central Texas. Anglers can catch species such as bigmouth bass, guadalupe as well as white bass in this area. For the best experience and to assure the most profitable fishing experience, reserve a charter with experienced captains as well as follow the most basic boating the rules.

The most important thing to see on the lake is Pennybacker Bridge, also known as Austin 360 Bridge. Situated on its western edge The iconic structure is used as a symbol for the locals as well as visitors; it has numerous docks-and-diners like Hula Hut, Ski Shores Cafe and Abel's restaurant on the Lake. By visiting the site it is easy to learn what you need to know about boat rentals Lake Travis .

If you prefer more relaxed methods of exploring the lake and the surrounding area, a pontoonboat rental might be the solution. These luxury boats can hold up to 12 passengers comfortably and come with a Bluetooth audio system, a floating Lily pad, and slide built-in for extra fun. For a romantic sail, book an or sunset cruise around Texas Sailing-one of the very few Beneteau Platinum Dealers nationwide.

Rental boats Lake Travis offers relatively calm waters and easily navigable coves which are ideal for those with any level! It is easy to locate and reserve the perfect boat rentals for you and your family, make use of the online search feature and reservations tool.

Riviera Marina is a family-owned business owned and operated since the year 1995 offering top of the line rentals Friendly staff and most excellent customer service in Austin. The goal of our company is to give guests a memorable boating experience to ensure that your time is spent having great time! You can rent by the hour or day Be sure to take note of instruction in the water, charters, cruises! We hope to see you soon in the water!

Riviera Marina provides quality ski boats, pontoons and jet skis to suit your needs for lake adventures if you aren't the owner of a vessel yet or don't feel confident controlling one by yourself. The marina even offers captain service should you find it difficult or a daunting task! If driving your own vehicle is not feasible or just doesn't seem appealing, Riviera Marina also provides captain services so that your experience won't be wasted.

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Additionally, for larger events there are four amazing yacht rentals which can host up to 24 persons for a party: the gorgeous 40ft Maxum Cruiser named Knot Again as well as an Gibson 370 Sport Cruiser with numerous decks named Casino Royale for 20 passengers; and Cruisers Yachts 41ft party yacht with the name Goldeneye with a capacity of the capacity of 30.

Imagine taking a cruise across Lake Travis aboard one of their party barges that have double-deckers with around 49 of your most beloved acquaintances on the party barge rentals that are available at an hourly rate! You can easily make an entire day of it! Make sure you know that the you must pay in full when booking online or over the phone. All cancellations received within 48 hours of the date will receive a full refund.

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