#Hecko

[pocketgalaxies]

beau: *randomly slaps the traveler necklace out of nott's hand* HAHA!!!!! AYE!!!!!

jester: :O

jester: *hurriedly makes another necklace for beau*

beau: what. what?

jester: there's chaos in your heart, i can feel it.

beau: ? i mean yeah

jester: Join Us.

beau: WUT?

jester: you know, if you wanna–if you want to hang out with the traveler too, i'm just saying, that you–you make a really good follower of the traveler, you can–you know–or if you–whatever–you're chaotic–and i love you? here you go!

beau:

beau: you're very attractive right now.

jester: *flips hair* thank you :)

[khayr]

30 seconds of wholesome sibling play 💖💖

[cctinsleybaxter]

wait oh my god you were not exaggerating for comedic effect

[druidofdarkness]

I know that the whole point of recruiting Pirate John is to be able to fly with the dragon rather than sail with the skudder and that traveling runes further remove the need for long voyages, but the mental image of Rhen learning shanties from John as they sail brings me such joy that someday, I will contrive a reason that they had to sail somewhere instead XD

And for that precise reason, I like to think that Vohu Manah was absolutely delighted when he found out that a pirate had joined Rhen's company--or at least, he was once he had established that John was good-hearted and not going to pose a threat to her. He would be very happy with an opportunity to learn songs that he had perhaps never heard before.

(And/or, Vohu Manah knows all of John's sea shanties and then some, and the hero party is left wondering how in the hell this serene, gentle druid knows a lyric like "shave his belly with a rusty razor.")

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[ronmanmob]

"Wen ya t'ink ya feel or are at ya mos' spiritual, Kanuha?" The question is asked quietly, seriously over the rim of her matcha latte. The lack of conversation over the past several days has nothing to do with a poor constitution or big-hat days as he knows them but more a reflection on the change of seasons and it occurs to her that she doesn't know the answer to this one thing.

Things About Ron

Half a thought was spared - and it was only half because Beth's tone read serious and for all Ron was happy for a break from whatever quietude there'd been he'd never push levity over taking her word for what it was - to jesting about finding his version of God half way down a bottle of gin, but those words died before there even was a vine for them to grow on. Instead, Ron glanced towards the kitchen window and raised his own brew to his lips, buying a little think time to let so poignant a question percolate. What came to him was...esoteric. But he trusted Beth to understand.

"...There's been...rare times" he began, speaking slowly, stealing tea-sips as he paused. "Where I've been aht 'n i's rained. Been aht in th'yard 'n i's rained. Pelted dahn. 'N there's been this...warmf b'tween me shouldahs...Collectin' there 'n then movin' up me back...me neck...furvah, t'me 'ead...'N i's like I could feel th'windahs align b'tween me 'n...th'rest. Wha'eva's th'rest. Rose. God." A hand gestured vaguely towards nothing in particular, indicating 'the rest'.

"N in them moments...rare like they are...I fink I'm at me mos'...spiritual. Mos' in-tune wiv tha' part'a nature. Don't know if everyone gets tha', or if i's jus' me 'ead bein'--" A gesture to his head now - being itself; being scatty. "--Bu' i's then. S'like..."

He caught himself, not wanting to sound like one of those street corner preachers who, hand to whomever, need a prescription and proper care more than much else.

"Anyway...S'in th'rain, I find it" Ron said. "--Where I find there's God." A thoughtful pause, and then-- "Where's yours? Where'd you find yer mos' spiritual li'dat?"

[coloredscribbli]

formal introduction to the ultimate best friend pairing on Hecko Island - Tsukasa and The Mentalist

Chaotic stage dorks with a bit more baggage then they both want to admit

[rainbow-arrow]

i was trying to pick up nigel after work for some good good lovin and a foot off the ground sOMETHING made a terrifying noise outside the window (mind you it's 2am), scaring us both and he just tore up my arm. things are going uhhhhhh okay feels like a stretch

[farceargon]

Weirdest interaction I’ve had with a gecko to date. Mans straight up heard me.

[heckosart]

Please share

I'm being forced out of my living situation and into one where my ability to make money will be worse and I will have no healthcare. By the time I move in August my loans will be ~$700/mo. Please share this, any help is appreciated.

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[inkhole]

Claire Hecko

[youngmasterwisdomperson]

Concept: write a full-length story with a bunch of uncensored curse words in it, then censor the story all at once by using control f to “replace all” every single instance of each curse word in the entire manuscript (even relatively tame religious ones like “God” and “hell”) with their maximally watered-down/censored equivalents (heck for hell, darn for damn, poop for shit, frick for fuck, etc). Then, leave the story as is, and see how the “replace all” has wreaked havoc on the story. Hello becomes Hecko. Assassin becomes Buttbuttin. Godson becomes goshson. Just the most insane over-censoring of a story ever to the point of hilarity. Bonus points if the story is written in such a way that changeable words show up as often as possible, and/or the story is really dark and gritty and irreverent so that all the hecks, gosh-darns and fricks feel hilariously out-of-place in it. A very dark and serious story contrasted with the unfiltered censorship gimmick would make for a funny juxtaposition in my opinion. Bonus points if the gritty serious drama is a decent story on its own so that we have compelling drama and hilarious meta comedy at the same time.

Idk I just think that’d be really funny to read/write.

[discount-butlins]

Day 19 - Animal - @capydoodle

I took a lot of inspiration from @hecko--gecko 's Animal Crossing designs for this one! Good practice!

[ripjulie-gone]

What in the mcfucking hecko did I miss???

[ronmanmob]

I wanna be the last one standing in your corner and maybe the first one you go running to.

Nonny Actions And Reactions

This one Ron saved 'til after closing to ponder. He fished it out his pocket once he was certainly alone - lights dimmed, doors locked, take counted - and flattened it upon the bar top for a better look. Like most of these notes he'd got the pen-person-ship was half familiar, but even with the room empty around him he'd not put to voice a name.

Word by word Ron rolled the missive round in his mind, feeling out its intent and the shape of it while, without even a glance round, he fished his baccy box out from under the bar and rolled himself a cigarette. He'd pitch up by the open kitchen door in a couple of minutes to smoke it and the others he took his time making as he pondered this confessional by honesty box. Likewise slow-time in the making was commentary. When it came, like he had before, Ron pinned it to the air in absence of the seemingly gallant author.

"--I don't run..."

Be that to aid or from others, both courses were constant and true. Ron didn't go backwards in his life; couldn't afford to on the streets either in his day-to-day or in his illegal dealings. Weakness got you killed in his world, and backing off was more than enough to chum them waters.

"--But-" Careful intonation on that one word underlined the point on its tail. As it was made, Ron let his head nod shallowly; almost as if the movement helped him express what he wanted to better; helped him get the words out his mouth. "-I'll walk t'yah...If I know 'oo y'are-" And he thought he did. He was almost sure. "I'll walk t'yah if I need tah. 'N if I find y'there-" In his corner; never a certainty, but they'd said...They'd said. "Y'll wanna be there."

Because they'd said they wanted to be. They'd said, and Ron believed 'em.

With a final nod, the publican-gangster scooped the missive up and tucked it back into his pocket before turning and making his way out through the pub's back of house. The kitchen step and the nicotine infusion it promised were calling.

[coloredscribbli]

HECKO ISLAND LOGS

AT LEAST LOGGED DAY 2: EVIL YAOI

- Baymax got what was coming to him, had a fight with the tournament mistress and her ass did NOT forgive him. Now you know how it feels asshole

- I gave him some food and went to grab some clothes but he just fucking went to sleep like the sad mess he was

- We had another love confession! But it's basically just evil yaoi. How so?

- THE CONDUCTOR HOST FELLOW FROM DODO RE MI AND EVIL FUCKING PEA HAVE GOTTEN TOGETHER. GOD HELP US ALL. SNARKY FOR SNARKY SLOW BURN FANFIC 10K FUCKING WORDS

[rainbow-arrow]

it's a crime i, a non-binary, have to go into work today, national non-binary day,