#a rb for todays crew

[onakomiyaki]

im stanning alpine next year, good car bad car who cares? alpine on top

jack doohan, seek a revenge for your 'godfather'. defeat racing bulls with all you might.

wreck havoc, professor charles xavier said. and wreck havoc you shall.

[ayrtonswnna]

ʚïɞ "a podium to celebrate", pt II. OP81

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋮ fluff. word count: 1.4k. ʚɞ part I here.

⠀✧₊⁺ oscar piastri x aria giuseppe (red bull driver!female oc)

summary: aria and oscar late night after the hungarian gp.

warnings: pure fluff but badly written, i am sorry. taylor swift references, max verstappen as a special guest, could have ended in smut but the writer didn't feel like it should.

"Where are you going?"

Aria cursed under her breath as she heard the neighboring door creak open, revealing her teammate’s face, grinning mischievously.

"Fuck off," she whispered, her backpack light on her shoulders as she glanced back at the driver over her shoulder. "Go to sleep. I got more points than you today. Go mull over that."

"Calling Christian right now... Babybull is leaving the hotel, and I bet she’s headed to McLaren’s. Should I guess the room?"

Verstappen pretended to be on the phone, teasing the younger driver, making her step back and playfully swat at his arm.

They were good friends. Ever since Aria debuted in Formula One, Max had been someone she looked up to and a fun coworker. She knew he was joking as he watched her leave.

"It's easy to guess the room; you'd be the one sneaking into their first driver's. I've read about it on Twitter," she taunted, giggling as he rolled his blue eyes. "Fuck off, Max. Go to bed. Leave me alone.

"You'll be alone with the winner. Let me at least crack a joke!" he continued in a playful tone, watching her resume walking. "Wishing my mate Piastri good luck — you've got too much energy."

"I'm sure he can keep up," she quipped before heading to the elevators and out of the building.

Sneaking off was something both the Red Bull and McLaren drivers were used to doing; it was all fun when they had days off and could freely be around each other. But there was also the thrill of leaving their own hotels just to see one another, and that’s where Aria was headed now. A rented car waited for her just outside, and the drive to the hotel where the McLaren crew was staying was quick — nothing like a GP lap, but close enough.

She knocked softly on her best friend's door, which opened to reveal a soft smile before she jumped into his arms.

"Hello, Formula One Grand Prix winner... How are we holding up?" Her tone was sing-song, arms wrapped around the Aussie’s neck as he lifted her by the waist.

"We are actually... having pizza and drinking soda for the celebration, and... whatever else you might have in mind."

Aria giggled as he carried her through the suite, making sure to discard her backpack somewhere on the floor. They did this every now and then, even on nights that could’ve turned into wild parties. While the other RB-MC duo might be headed to the club, these two would be headed to the couch.

They had known each other since their karting days, when it all started with a humble Oscar and a small-but-fiery Aria. He had always been too nice for the go-kart tracks, and she had felt the same protective instinct around him; a special kind of care he sometimes felt unworthy of.

Then things grew, just like they did. Formula 2, testing in better cars, and finally, the dream became a reality. They were still there for each other, spending nights together, celebrating wins, or keeping vigil after losses.

A lot had changed since the beginning — not just the karts evolving into complex, expensive machines. Like the way their lips touched so naturally now. Aria cupped the Aussie’s face before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, a simple peck they always played off as a joke. They handled things better that way.

"Alright, Mr. First-Win, put me on the couch so I can lay down and watch our new edits. Let’s go." She tapped the boy on the shoulder, prompting him to carefully place her on the sofa.

"Taylor Swift songs as requested." he teased, kneeling on the couch, his knees on either side of Aria’s body before he laid his head on her chest, waiting only a second before her fingers found their way into his hair.

Physical intimacy — that was them. They had their moments with no clothes on, nights that vanished too quickly, or touching each other in ways that ignited a fire. But there was something special about moments like these, too.

Just existing around each other, finding comfort amid their crazy, rushed routine — being each other's safe place. That was it, simply put.

"Yes, yes. Taylor Swift songs. ‘Daylight,’ please, dear Lord. Let a teenage girl edit us to the bridge of ‘Daylight,’ please." Aria joked as usual, while Oscar giggled on top of her, watching her TikTok before she searched for their names in the search bar.

"This is just crazy. Do you ever think about it?" Oscar’s voice dropped at least an octave.

"About how cute we look on podiums? And talking to each other in the paddock?" she teased, her fingers tracing soft lines on his scalp as his hands rested on her sides.

"About how people think they’re making things up about us when it’s actually... real."

They had made a deal ever since their friendship started including kisses and waking up naked in each other’s beds. It was easier without the public's eyes on their personal lives. But still, people insisted on "making up" a relationship for them.

They did it with any two drivers who ever looked at each other, so why wouldn’t it happen to the one duo that was always together? Driver’s parade? Leaving the paddock? There was even a clip of Aria waiting outside McLaren’s motorhome as if she were Romeo waiting for Juliet.

However, she had only one thing in mind. "Real."

"So we’re real." A little smirk tugged at her lips, which Oscar couldn’t see, but there was no way he didn’t know her well enough.

"Stop smiling." he chuckled, his own lips curling up. "We were always real, Aria. Quit this talk."

"Real like... edits of us with that Zayn song? Look at us, look at us!" She shoved her phone in his face, the screen flashing edits of their moments earlier that day, set to the song.

But Oscar was quick to notice things, especially when it came to Aria. She ran from deep conversations and would joke her way out of anything, even if she had to joke all the way to heaven to avoid uncomfortable topics.

"Real like real. Real like really, really, really real." It had been on his mind ever since the cool-down room. It was.

"Hmm... Yeah." Aria mimicked the probable hours of footage of Oscar making these same sounds, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly as he raised his head just enough to see her. "What do you mean, Osc?"

Oscar was trying to get to three simple words.

But Aria made it so hard to get to that point. They had said it before, they did every now and then. The challenge was fitting the words into what they truly meant.

Not as a friend, not as someone who grew up with you, not as the fan they were of each other — none of that.

"You don’t?" He raised his head a little more, moving up her body in a funny way just to be closer. "Aria, you know I would’ve had a very, very strange first win if it wasn’t for you, right?"

"Nah, I just did the world a favor by soaking you in champagne. You won the race, remember?"

"Stop joking, Ri. I’m serious." His thumb caressed her chin, his eyes roaming over her face. "You’ve been doing this for me for years now — you’re always there."

"Because I always win." A forced, playful smile tugged at her lips as Oscar lightly rolled his eyes. "That’s what we do for each other, Osc. Stop. No need to say anything."

"Hmm?" At this point, he was lost, focused on how her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how her lips moved with her Italian accent, and how it felt to be on top of her. Just existing. "You know what, Aria? I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a—"

No need to finish. There wasn’t a need to say it because they had always known. Her lips crashed into his like a car into a wall. Everything went silent as her hands found their way back into Oscar’s hair, caressing the soft locks as his body lifted slightly.

The kiss deepened, a rush of emotions pouring into it. A tender feeling, yet filled with passionate intensity.

He was still on top of her, but no longer lying down. One hand balanced on the sofa, while the other hooked around the girl's neck, their bodies pulled closer, as if afraid to let go.

Every second seemed to stretch, filled with the sweetness of the moment as they melted into each other, the kiss saying everything Aria didn’t let Oscar say.

"I know you love me," she whispered, still close to his lips as they both gasped for air. "Because I love you too."

ʚïɞ

[bougiebutchbitch]

I saw so many of your OFMD rbs today that it reignited my OFMD/izzy/steddyhands hyper fixation lol. Not that I’m upset abt it!! What r ur fav headcanons abt them?

jgfhfjf I was on a roll this morning! I like the idea that Izzy survived, but it was covered up by the crew (and Izzy!) to get Izzy away from Ed and Stede. Frenchie, Jim, Fang and Archie were still very wary of Ed, for obvious reasons. Plus, everyone was worried about their unicorn and thought he deserved better than to be the eternal third wheel!

So Stede and Ed legitimately grieve him, and bury a 'body' (actually a mop with two coconuts attached to it, though they're unaware of this skjldsdg - IF YOU KNOW THE FANART, YOU KNOW) all while Izzy is healing and happy with his family on the Revenge, under Frenchie's captainhood! Stede and Ed are repairing their relationship, coming to terms with everything that happened to them and everything they did, good and bad alike. Ditto for Izzy and his crew! It's a perfect happy ending for everyone!

But.

But.

Stede and Ed never quite feel 'whole', by themselves on a little desert island, trying to start a business, every day bogged down with routine and basic hard work that neither of them are used to.

And Izzy loves his crew so much, but he doesn't quite feel 'whole' either. He wants so desperately to see how Stede and Ed are doing. He misses them a lot, and though he holds everything together for Frenchie and the others' sake, Frenchie has caught him a dozen times sat in the crows' nest at night, looking out in the direction of Ed and Stede's island and sighing...

They pass by the island one time, and Izzy is obviously SO fucking forlorn, though he's doing his utmost to pretend otherwise. Frenchie, Jim, Archie and Fang can't bear it. They thought they were doing the right thing by giving Izzy a life away from his captains. And they were! It was what Izzy needed! He's grown in himself, and seems far more grounded and happy!

But he wants to go back to them anyway.

And Frenchie knows it would be wrong to stop him. Plus, who's to say Ed and Stede haven't done some GrowthTM of their own?

So, he wakes Izzy from his cabin and gives him a big hug, before leading him out onto the deck. The whole crew have gathered. Cue hugs all around, and they each give him a little present - a clumsy wooden sculpture from Lucius, a far better one from Pete (he's teaching his husband how to whittle!), a garlic knot necklace from Oluwande and Archie and Jim for luck, etc. etc. etc.

Izzy is gruffly trying not to cry (because he loves them so much and he'll miss them so much, but he has felt like a fucking burden lately (even though he absolutely isn't; after Zheng set off to rebuild her armada, he was in charge of teaching the crew how to Pirate Right, and he did a damn good job!) And he's in a lot of pain trying to keep up with life on the ship with all his old injuries. He knows he's not the best swordsman in the Caribbean anymore, and deep down, he feels, it's time ot pack it in.) He gives each of them a tight hug and a rough-voiced compliment (small and genuine and kinda backhanded in typical Izzy fashion; telling Lucius he's not fucking useless; telling Oluwande he's far too nice to be a quartermaster but he makes it fucking work and that's good, Izzy figures; telling Frenchie he's far from the worst captain Izzy's sailed under). Then he quietly strips his glove off, and hands it to Jim. They don't hug. They just nod at each other, one guard dog to another.

As Izzy rows to shore, to where Ed and Stede's little inn stands, a candle in the window burning like a lighthouse in the night... He hears the music blossom out from the ship, La Vie En Rose, playing him towards his retirement. And he finds himself smiling, so hard it hurts.

...Then he walks into the inn like 'sup twats. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.' and Ed and Stede start screaming lskdfhkjsdgf

[f0point5]

You know, I love Seb (he’s the person who got me into F1) and I respect Lewis and his accomplishments but one thing I’ll never forgive them (and a lot of the older drivers, most already retired now) for is how they treated Max when he came into F1.

Yes, he might have been their rival but he was also a teenager, a literal child and gosh… I know Max probably doesn’t really care anymore but I still hurt for him sometimes.

Especially when you consider that he was the one paving the way for his generation. When Charles and Lando and George and everyone else came up a few years later they were welcomed as the youth, the future of the sport. Older drivers talking about their talent and how great it is to see them come up.

Max didn’t get that. He got shouts of “too young”, “too reckless”, “too… too much”.

So no, to me the only real grid dad (or maybe grid uncle is more fitting, idk) will be Fernando Alonso who said that some people are simply ready earlier than others and that Max should be judged on his performance in the races, not his age (paraphrased).

Fernando who has been an idol a lot of the younger generation growing up but also exchanged helmets with Oscar and Zhou, joked with Lando on instagram, talks Le Mans with Max and probably many more moments I’m forgetting about rn.

THIS.

Honestly, I don’t really get the Seb hype. He just has never given me good vibes. I didn’t watch during the RB days so maybe if I’d seen his golden era I’d have gotten attached but he has just always seemed…not likeable. Clearly a very driven, straightforward, intelligent guy, but something about him doesn’t sit well with me. Anyway rant over.

I’m not even going to talk about LH because…par for the course.

Yes, they were all mean to him. As grown men, too, how are you not absolutely embarrassed?! I get that he’s a kid and maybe you don’t want to hang out with him or confront the fact that you’re not the hotshots anymore but omg it’s a CHILD. (And Seb who made a bit of a meal out of being a bullying victim as a kid…I see you.)

No one else of Max’s generation would have survived the way they treated him, I stand by that. They all needed the support they got, and Max had none of it from his peers. I can’t see Max being the type who cared per se, because he was probably already used to being…not ostracised, but like…observed? And also because of how he grew up I don’t think anyone’s words could rattle him. But even if he didn’t care the grown men should have known better.

If I were Max I’d still be laughing about how bitter I made men in their 30s. Like “I couldn’t grow facial hair and y’all were running scared”. But I still think it must have been a pretty lonely few years until others his age started catching up.

I think Max was really lucky to have such a tight team (Christian, Helmut, Jos, Ray, GP) around him to insulate him a bit and stop him getting pushed around but the way these men tried it. (Toto I’m looking at your for the Jos phonecall.)

Yeah Fernando is the only one who I think was ready to embrace the new frontier as it were. But he is just kind of like that. I feel like he doesn’t feel his age is the disadvantage that most do, and that’s why he’s not so afraid of younger drivers. Like, his relationship with Max, Carlos, lando, George (nye buddies lol) and Zhou (literally just today saw a quote of him talking about how nice Alonso was to him, even Lance, he treats them as much as peers as he does his own generation, it’s cute.

Also, this is kinda random but I swear Nico and Max were kind of friendly in the early years? Max has known Nico a long time, despite the age difference (he said he remembered glasses Nico used to wear at like 7, and Nico once went out with his mum?), Nico was on the jet with Max on his birthday in…2017? And I think there’s a picture of Max having flown with some guys (including both Nicos in 2016) and for some reason I’ve always had the idea that Hulkenberg was his link to that whole crew? (Idk if this whole friendship is a headcanon but for some reason I feel like these two are/were kinda connected)

But yeah, agree. Grown men acting like little bitches. That generation I think was the last generation with real bitterness between the drivers, though. Idk you wouldn’t catch me being a jerk to a kid but I’ve never been terrified of a kid before so 🤷‍♀️

[mothfromusher]

excuse me what the fuck?

shit shit shit shit shit SHIT SHIT.

[blurryface-never-left]

Im glad I didn't give up and not watch that livestream. It was very nice to see it live and watch the chat go bonkers in real time

Josh munchin n crunchin on snacks

The little goofs n gaffs

THE FUCKING FOREST FIC REFERENCES. I almost lost it when they cut back to them after playing Navigating and Josh wasn't there. Golden moment!

Mark was so funny, he needs more love. Shout out Mark, your just as much a part of this as the boys are. Love you, man 💜

Curse my auditory sensory issues and sleep deprived mind, I had a hard time hearing the lyrics, so today is relisten with lyrics in front of me day. But what I got, I fully enjoyed

I loved the music videos. I think the lower budget ones may be my favorite. There is something so personal and down to earth seeing a literal Grammy Award winning, sells-out-stadiums band just going out onto a frozen lake, a snowy field, a forest, and a small midwestern town with a camera and small crew, DIYing music videos as if they're just starting out. They don't need to be reminded of where they started. They don't need to be reminded of their roots. They never left them. And that's amazing. It hit me when I saw the music video for Snap Back. It's just... Tyler n Mark in a garage. They continue to bring back the old iconic scenes like shaving his head each era in a mv. It warms my heart.

God I had so much more I wanted to say but im still so tired and I fruckin hurt so im gunna just rb other ppls thoughts for a while n head back to bed. Ill gush more in the rb tags yall.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

🎵 ~ sinfonie liberté part 1 & 2 by michael abels

"If you don't even like the man then why are you fighting for him?"

"Because no one else can beat you."

ngl i went a little crazy w this one. the pirate au took hold of my brain and wouldnt let go until it shook this out so,,

more info + close ups under cut <3 rbs are super appreciated and make sure to click on the full piece for better quality!!

the song is from the lovely (yet mildly inaccurate) movie chevalier which i rewatched today (came out on hulu!!) and, though i had been listening to the soundtrack already, this piece stuck w me and i ofc had to take it and make it my own

context: this scene is after ethan decides to start a full-fledged battle with tobias, rival captain of the grand kenmore, which also involuntarily ropes in both of their crews. ethan is losing men (gender neutral) left and right, too caught up in beating tobias to realize they need to fall back. jensen is the one telling them to get back to the ship/safety (where he doesnt know that an ambush is waiting from tobias' first mate and a few other crew members). its just ethan and tobias left, battling it out, and neither of them are losing but theyre not winning, either. jensen pushes ethan away, telling him to go with the others while he finishes with tobias. the dialogue is from the two of them

[void-botanist]

Happy STS!

Looking back, what's your writing-related highlight of this year?

(Please ignore if I've already sent you a question today; I lost track)

Happy STS, Sam!

The biggest one has to be introducing Nicea in May. It started as a concept based on Alice Isn't Dead and Cowboy Bebop, and it was gonna be a lot more complex - Cady having his death faked by a predatory pilot's union and getting sent out to a faraway system and rescued by the True Pilot's Union (lesbian rebel fleet), or getting into some weird gambling trouble with proto-Bo, or just in general something that was A) more cyberpunk and B) more set up to allow space shoot-outs. Nicea Shipping was itself meant to be a questionably legal enterprise, and in the earliest iterations a lot more people were gonna be space pirates. It took a while to carve out a plot that made sense and that I actually could/wanted to write, but my intro from May has stood the test of time so far. I've also written [checks Scrivener] 28,592 words on it this year.

Also, re: your past STS question about influences, the Expanse books have had a huge impact on how I approach Nicea. I used to write third person omniscient all the time when I was younger, then gave that up in favor of mostly single or dual POVs. In the back of my mind I wasn't sure if I could really pull off more than that. But the Expanse makes good use of multiple POVs, especially after the first book (and honestly I wanted even more POV stuff for Alex and Amos I eat that shit up), and after reading it for nine books I felt like it was something I could pull off. Even though Nicea is built on the ashes of a Spinder/Isabel romance I introduced so many other interesting dynamics with the Nicea crew that I really wanted to explore.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[welcometogrouchland]

ive thinking about luz getting its-a-wonderful-life'd for ages and somehow!! never connected it to a christmas special! galaxy brained takes yet again!! (but seriously... luz getting to see her positive influence via showing how literally everyone would be Six Feet Under if it werent for her is so ridicously in brand for toh i need it)

Aw thank you lol. If I ever find the og post I was thinking of when I made the "it's a wonderful life" comparison I'll rb this with a link but til then this one breaks down all the individual things that would be absolutely wack on the boiling isles w/o Luz in good detail though it's a bit old, for anyone who's curious.

But yeah it's like. especially appealing to me as a Christmas special because like you said, it's so on brand for toh. It's in keeping with the spirit of the boiling isles and the shows whole ethos, bc they never play these things straight!

The crew loves to show us the most unglamorous fairytale possible and while I've yet to properly watch it's a wonderful life in it's entirety (I honestly watched very few movies for Christmas this year lol) that feels true to the spirit of that movie. A happy ending but not without immense suffering first (which is also the direction I think this show is going in, based on what Dana's said about her feelings on happily ever afters).

It's also fun to me because I love the way Luz and Belos act as character foils (with Belos being a warped, absolute worst version of Luz in a sense) and @/jess-the-vampire did art of Philip as scrooge in a Christmas Carol (w/ the collector as the ghost of Christmas past, Caleb as Christmas present, etc) and it made me realize (by way of Luz and Belos parallels syllogism) that those stories are sort of. Idk not inversions of each other but pair nicely together as contrasts.

One guy goes through a series of events that mold him into the cruel person he is today, as a reflection of his flawed society, and he is forced to see the consequences of his actions or else he'll die alone and unmourned. A different guy goes through immense suffering, a reflection of his flawed society, but is saved by being shown all the ways he's changed things for the better and is given a renewed sense of purpose and life.

Idk it's neat to me! If toh ever did a Christmas special (if the mouse would let them) it'd have to go in one of those directions, and since I think canon is obviously not gonna pull a scrooge-esque redemption for Philip, it's a wonderful life-ing Luz just feels right <3

[fakeghostpirate]

Had another cabin boy pull up and try and take my ferry over today. We drove him off but the scallywag stole my one-of-a-kind holographic motivational Gabriel worship tape!

#At least best me in combat first before you take my loot you landlubbing coward #Me crew and I plundered that fair and square after killing its last owner

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I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, rough, irritating, and it clogs up my joints and blood intake.

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I swear, if this birdsong keeps up I might see if I can hack into the damn speakers.

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Holy shit it worked.

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Huh. What’s new pussycat is a lot longer than I remember it being.

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YOU.

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Feeling really tired rn, I think I’m gonna take a nap.

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We got another one, ladies!!!

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So he comes up, he comes up to me the other day, and he says, ‘back in the good old days I used to mow down humans in the trenches, but now it’s just machines killing machines. It’s disgraceful,’ and I says, I says to him, ‘Sucks to suck, peepaw! The road to tomorrow’s paved with high explosives! AHHAHAHAHAHA!’ and I punched him so hard he died instantly.

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What? I thought that’d be Anarchic, at least.

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Destructive

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❤️ RB to make prev invulnerable to all worldly harm with the power of your love ❤️

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#In death I finally struck through to the lower layer #at that inscrutable thing whose malice tasked me so thoroughly #I gazed upon it and knew the aim of my hatred was true #and in its mocking cruelty the thing seized my soul #and harpooned me back upon the wall of life’s prison #the brow of that unreasoning mask it wore as I hunted it before

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for april fools we’re deleting your eternal souls

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this grey bitch has no idea whats coming lol

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Contrary to popular belief, I actually do not bite people.

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Can we talk about how incredibly problematic the Lust Renaissance was? I personally believe the Council had every right to send Gabriel to strike Minos down. It's appalling to think people come on this website and say that Minos was in the right. Do some research.

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are we seriously having this discussion in this day and age? not only is this just an evil thing to say, but saying "do some research" afterwards is just blatantly ignorant.

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As you can see here, here, and here, these are some proof that the Lust Renaissance was actually super problematic for both Hell and Heaven. To have the gall to call me ignorant when you probably only know very little about this topic is embarrassing.

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those are all obviously extremely biased articles. i wasn't damned to hell yesterday. there's no sources on them, either. come back to me when you have actual proof.

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warning to all limbo-goers: watch out if you go any higher than the first part of the layer. i wandered into this air shaft (was curious if i could clean anything up there) and it's extremely dark. i feel like something is watching me

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i go fishing without you one time and this is what happens

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today i saw some biogenic sand!!! i think is super cool how its all tiny sea creature skeletons... i collected some in my container to bring home and examine im so excited to get a better look at them

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if you come to my part of greed i can share my sand i have and you can share any rocks you find

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i just crashed my fucking tram listening to HELL'S GREATEST COUNTRY HITS VOL. 35 on the cd player and when i got off all the guttertanks and mannequins were laughing at me

#is it over for me

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[satorulovebot]

cursed seas ch. 03 | long story short

pairing — gojou satoru x fem!reader

genre —heavy angst, pirate au, 18+ 

word count — 7.3k

warnings — 18+ ONLY. profanity, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons, gojo is going through a mental health crisis.

author's notes — today we will be introduced to the antagonist of the story (not directly). kicking on this chapter has absoluley fuck all happen i decided to split it up so i have buffer time to write. this chapter does delv into reader and gojo's relationship and we see a little bit of the kids. gojo is very bipolar. rb's and comments always appreciated :)

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“Well,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “It looks like we’ve found what we were looking for.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding,” you muttered. 

Gojou noticed your distress and cocked an eyebrow, his usual smirk playing on his lips. “What’s wrong? Afraid of the dark?”

You shot him a glare, trying to hide the fact that you were indeed terrified. “You know damn well what’s wrong. You dragged me all the way here, and I don’t even have a weapon.”

“Well, that’s a bit of an oversight, isn’t it?” Getou said as he looked over at Captain Gojou.

“This is not fucking funny! First, you stalk me and threaten me. You leave me outside of some brothel to go fuck some random woman, and then you dare to drag me all the way out here to this weird island even seasoned pirates are afraid of, like it's absolutely nothing, and expect me to behave like a civilized person?!”

"Woah, woah, calm down, sweetheart; it's just a little bit of fun; no need to get your panties in a twist.”

The entire crew could now hear the two of you bickering in the pitch-black. Great.

Gojou shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. “You’ll be fine. Stick close to me, and you won’t need a weapon.”

“You crazy bastard, how in the hell am I supposed to stick close to you when I can’t even see three feet in front of me?” You hissed. You were losing it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to be scared of this man anymore considering the way he was behaving.

You were about to protest when Nanami handed you a small, sheathed dagger. “Here,” he said gruffly. “It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.” 

You took the dagger with a nod of thanks, gripping it tightly in your hand. It wasn’t the most comforting weapon, but at least it was something. You knew you couldn’t rely solely on Gojou or Getou to protect you. If you were going to survive this, you’d need to stay sharp and be ready for anything.

And then, without warning, the ground beneath your feet gave way.

You barely had time to react before you were falling, the jagged rocks scraping against your skin as you tumbled into a hidden pit. The world spun around you, a blur of darkness and pain, and then you hit the bottom with a sickening thud.

For a moment, you couldn’t move, the wind knocked out of you. Every part of your body screamed in pain, and it took all of your strength to push yourself up onto your hands and knees. You could taste blood in your mouth, and the sharp sting of cuts and bruises covered your body.

The pit was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the lanterns above. You could hear the distant voices of the crew, their shouts echoing down to you, but they seemed so far away.

Panic began to set in as you realized how deep the pit was. You were trapped, alone in the darkness, with no way to climb back up. The walls were slick with moss, offering no handholds, and the floor was littered with sharp rocks that made every movement painful.

Above, you could hear Gojou shouting orders. “Hold on! We’re getting you out of there!”

The fear was suffocating, and you had to fight to keep it at bay. You couldn’t afford to lose your head now, not when your life depended on staying calm. But the darkness pressed in around you, the silence broken only by the distant sound of water dripping somewhere in the cavern. You felt as though the walls were closing in, crushing you under their weight.

Then you heard a sound that sent a chill down your spine.

It was a low, guttural growl, coming from somewhere in the darkness. It was a sound that no human could make. You froze, every muscle in your body tensing as you strained to see what was making that noise.

And then you saw them—glowing eyes in the darkness, moving closer with every second.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what was happening. The pit wasn’t just a trap; it was a lair. And whatever lived here was coming for you.

“Gojou!” you screamed, the panic rising in your voice. “Something’s down here!”

You scrambled backward, your hand fumbling for the dagger Nanami had given you. But even as you gripped it tightly, you knew it wouldn’t be enough. There were too many of them, and they were getting closer with every passing second.

“Get her out of there, now!”

The first creature lunged at you, its claws slashing through the air. You barely managed to dodge, the sharp edge of the dagger catching its side as it passed. It let out a screech of pain, but it was useless in the end.

You fought with everything you had, but it was like trying to fend off a storm with a twig. The creatures were relentless, their attacks coming from every direction. You could feel your strength waning, the cuts and bruises taking their toll.

And then, just as you thought you couldn’t hold out any longer, Gojou dropped down into the pit

Before you could even react, Gojou was already moving. His swords flashed in the air, cutting swiftly through the nearest creature. The creature let out a piercing shriek as it fell to the ground, its body convulsing as it died.

"Stay back!" Gojou shouted. "I’ll handle this."

You stumbled backward, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the scene unfold. Each swing of his swords cut down another creature, but for every one he killed, it seemed like two more took its place.

One of the creatures broke away from the pack, its beady eyes locking onto you. It let out a guttural growl, its claws extended as it charged toward you. Panic seized your limbs, freezing you in place.

But before it could reach you, Gojou was there. He lunged forward, intercepting the creature with a powerful kick.

"Don’t just stand there!" Gojou snapped. "Get moving!"

You nodded, scrambling to your feet. But as you turned to run, another creature lunged at you from the side, its claws grazing your arm as it knocked you to the ground. Pain shot through your arm, but before you could react, Gojou was on top of the creature, driving his sword through its skull.

He pulled you to your feet. "Stay close to me," he ordered, his eyes scanning the area for more threats. "I’m not letting anything happen to you."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the creatures began to retreat, their numbers dwindling until only a few remained. Gojou cut down the last of them with a final strike, and then there was silence.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, still bloody and bruised but alive. "Yeah. Thanks to you."

Gojou wiped the blood from his sword and sheathed it. "Don’t mention it.”

"Well, that was a damn mess," Toji grumbled from behind you. He kicked a loose stone off the path, sending it skittering into the underbrush. "Next time, let's pick an island that doesn’t try to kill us."

"You’re the one who insisted on coming here," Shokou shot back, her voice dry with sarcasm as she adjusted the pack slung over her shoulder. "Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it."

“Yeah, well, I didn’t sign up for nearly getting my head taken off by whatever the hell those things were in that chamber. If I wanted to die, I would have done it myself."

"That was closer than I like," Nanami muttered.

"Yeah, and let’s not forget who almost got herself killed because someone forgot to give her a weapon," Toji added, throwing you a pointed look. "How the hell did you even survive out there with a tiny dagger?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but Shokou cut him off. "She survived because we didn’t give her a damn chance to get herself killed. Unlike some people who charge ahead without thinking."

Toji raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a grin. "Is that a dig at me, Shokou? I’m flattered."

"It’s a fact, but let’s not dwell on the past, shall we? We’re out of that cave, we’ve got what we came for, and I’m more interested in getting back to the ship than listening to you two bicker."

"She’s right," Gojou’s voice rang out. "We’ve got what we came for, but this isn’t over yet. Let’s get back to the ship and figure out our next move. No more screw-ups."

Toji, who couldn’t resist one last jab decided to add, "Just make sure you don’t wander off and get yourself in trouble. We don’t need another rescue mission."

"Like I said, Toji," Shokou interjected with a roll of her eyes, "focus on getting us back to the ship in one piece. Then you can play the hero all you want."

As soon as she said that a low, guttural sound, echoed through the dense jungle.

"Shit," Geto muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. "They're not giving up, are they?"

That’s when you all decided it was best to run.

The sound of rushing water and distant roars echoed around you as the crew frantically retreated to the rowboat. Your body felt heavy, weighed down by the deep gash on your side that bled profusely. Each step sent a wave of pain coursing through you, but you pushed forward, the adrenaline masking some of the pain.

"Move it!" Toji shouted, his voice urgent as he glanced back at you.

Nanami was the first to reach the boat, quickly securing it in place as the others piled in. Shokou hovered nearby, her usual calm demeanor slightly shaken as she took stock of the injuries each member had sustained. Her eyes widened when they landed on you, the blood staining your clothes impossible to ignore.

"Get her in here, now!"

With Toji's help, you stumbled into the rowboat, nearly collapsing as your vision blurred. Shoko was next to you in an instant, pressing a cloth to your wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

“Stay with us,” Shoko urged, her voice wavering slightly as she worked. “You’re not dying on me, got it?”

But it was getting harder to focus. The pain in your side was constant, and the world around you began to fade. You could hear Getou and Gojou’s shouts in the distance, but they felt far away as if coming from another world.

Finally, Gojou and Getou reached the boat, their chests heaving as they jumped in. “We’re good, let’s go!” Gojou yelled, though his voice was slightly breathless.

Toji and Nanami quickly began rowing, desperate to put distance between themselves and the cursed island. As the boat lurched forward, you felt your strength waning, your consciousness slipping away despite Shoko’s best efforts to keep you awake.

The last thing you saw before the darkness overtook you was Gojo’s face.

“Hey, don’t you dare pass out on me,” Gojo ordered, though his voice sounded distant. “I’m not done with you yet.”

But his words faded as your vision went black, the pain finally pulling you under.

The steady rocking of the ship greeted you as consciousness slowly returned. Your head throbbed, and a dull ache pulsed through your side. The heavy scent of salt and something faintly metallic filled your nose. It took you a moment to realize you were lying on a soft bed, the rough texture of the blankets against your skin was a stark contrast to the cold stone floor back in the chamber.

When you finally came to, the first thing you noticed was the soft flickering of the candlelight casting shadows on the wooden walls. The room was warm and filled with the scent of seawater and something medicinal. As you tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through your side, forcing you to lie back down with a groan.

“That wasn’t very smart, you know,” came a familiar voice from the corner of the room.

You turned your head slowly to find Gojou sitting at his desk, casually leaning back in his chair with one foot propped up on the table. He was watching you with a lazy smile, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wood.

“Gojou?” you rasped, your throat dry. “What… where am I?”

Gojou leaned back in his chair, his ice-blue eyes meeting yours. “In my quarters,” he answered with a shrug, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You passed out on the rowboat, bleeding all over the damn place. Figured you’d be more comfortable here than down in the brig.”

You struggled to sit up, but the pain in your side flared up so intensely that you nearly blacked out again. A hiss of pain escaped your lips, and you fell back against the pillows, gasping for breath.

“Shit,” you muttered, clutching the sheets. “I feel like I got run over by a fucking carriage.”

“Not far off from the truth,” Gojou said, pushing his chair back and standing up. He strolled over to you with his hands tucked into his pockets. “Those creatures on the island were more than happy to tear you apart. If I hadn’t noticed you were unarmed…” He trailed off. “Well, let’s just say I like my crew in one piece.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, annoyance bubbling inside you. “Why didn’t anyone give me a weapon in the first place? You dragged me along on this goddamn suicide mission, and I didn’t even have a knife to defend myself.”

Gojou’s smirk faded slightly, his expression growing more serious. “A bit of an oversight on our part,” he admitted, his voice losing some of its usual lightness. “But you survived. That’s what matters.”

“Survived? I barely fucking made it out of there alive! And for what? Some random treasure you thought would be fun to chase?”

Gojou’s eyes darkened at your outburst, his jaw clenching briefly before he forced a smile back onto his face. “You think this is about fun? This isn’t some fucking game. Out here, it’s kill or be killed. You wanted to come along, sweetheart. Well, welcome to the reality of it.”

You bit your lip, the sharp retort you had ready dying on your tongue. He was right—part of you had wanted this, had wanted to prove you could handle whatever this life threw at you. But you hadn’t been prepared for how brutal it would be, how quickly things could spiral out of control.

Why did you bring me along in the first place? “You could have left me behind. Why take the risk?”

Gojou paused, his back to you, and for a long moment, he didn’t answer. When he finally did, his voice was low, almost too quiet to hear over the creaking of the ship. “Because I wanted to see what you were made of,” he said simply. “Wanted to see if you could handle it.”

“Handle what?” you pressed, not satisfied with his vague answer. “What the hell were you testing me for?”

Gojou turned to face you, his eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity. “To see if you’d break,” he said bluntly. “This life isn’t for everyone. You either adapt, or you die. I needed to know which one you’d be.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the coldness of his logic making your stomach turn. “So I was just some experiment to you?” you spat, the anger boiling over once more. “You were willing to let me die just to prove a fucking point?”

“You’re not dead, are you? You passed the test. That’s all that matters.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. This man, this insane, reckless man, had dragged you into hell just to see if you could survive it. And now he stood there, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What if I hadn’t?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. “What if I had died out there?”

Gojou’s eyes softened, but only slightly. “Then you wouldn’t be here,” he said simply as if that answered everything.

 Gojou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the desk. “Look,” he said, his voice losing some of its edge, “I get it. You’re pissed. You have every right to be. But this is the life you signed up for. It’s not pretty, and it sure as hell isn’t fair. But it’s real.”

“Why me?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you even bother?”

“Because you’re different. You’re not like the others. And I guess… I wanted to see if I was right about you.”

 Gojou pushed off the desk and walked over to you, “Get some rest.”

He turned to leave, but you reached out, grabbing his wrist before you could stop yourself. “Gojou,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. “Why do you care?”

He looked down at your hand on his wrist, then back up at you. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, might leave you with your question unanswered. But then, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered the words that would haunt you for days to come.

“Because, sweetheart,” he murmured, “I like a little chaos in my life. And you… you’re the perfect storm.”

“We dock at Port Royal in thirty minutes, get dressed.” He pointed at the clothes sitting on the table.

With that, he turned to leave, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Bastard. 

You decided to get up, get dressed, and maybe snoop around his quarters.

“I mean, what’s the worst I can find?”

The clothes he gave you consisted of a loose-fitting blouse, a brown belt, black pants, and boots. You assumed they were Shoko’s clothes since she’s the only other woman on board. You quickly put them on and started looking around. Regretfully, you decided to look inside the bedside table.

Condoms. Great. You quickly shut the drawer and moved onto his desk.

“Apparently, he doesn’t keep these things locked, or maybe he never lets anyone in here,” you murmured.

On his desk, there was a multitude of papers, and among them, you saw a wanted poster. The words on it were "Dead or Alive," with a bounty of three hundred pounds. Another piece of paper caught your eye, and you carefully unfolded it. It was a map of the surrounding islands of the Caribbean, with certain locations marked with a red X. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door creak open. Instinctively, you jumped back, and the map slipped from your hands.

"Having fun?" he drawled, casually closing the door behind him.

Just trying to figure out what kind of mess I've gotten myself into."

You really think you're in control here, don’t you?" His voice was low, almost mocking.

You crossed your arms, refusing to back down. "I never said that."

He chuckled. "Good. Because the sooner you realize that you're not, the easier things will be."

"What do you want from me, Gojou?" you sighed.

His smile faltered for just a moment before continuing, "I told you already, sweetheart. I want that map. And I want you to help me find the treasure."

You let out a bitter laugh. "And what makes you think I’ll help you? I still haven’t given you the map remember?"

He stepped closer, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off him. "Because you don’t have a choice."

"And what if I refuse?"

Gojou’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Then I’ll just have to make you."

"You can try."

For a moment, neither of you moved.

"You’re a stubborn one, I’ll give you that. But we’ll see how long that lasts."

He turned away from you, moving to the desk and picking up the map you had dropped. He studied it for a moment before rolling it up and tucking it under his arm.

"Get ready to dock,” was all he said over his shoulder as he turned to leave.

…

Jesus Fucking Christ.

The crew was brimming with excitement. It had been weeks since they had last docked anywhere with the kind of entertainment that Port Royal offered.

The moment the anchor dropped and the gangplank was lowered, Megumi, Yuuji, and Yuuta were the first to get off the ship, eager to stretch their legs and see what the town had to offer.

“Don’t go too far!” Shokou called after them, her tone half-serious. She knew as well as anyone that trying to rein in a group of excited young men in a place like Port Royal was pointless. “And don’t forget what happened last time you went off on your own!”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be fine!” Yuuji yelled back, waving a dismissive hand as he jogged off with the others. “Just gonna have some fun!”

You watched them go, a small smile tugging at your lips. Their energy was infectious, even if you knew it would likely get them into trouble.

Each crew member headed off in different directions, each heading off to their favorite spots. You lingered by the gangplank, debating on whether or not you should go into Port Royal or not. The last time you’d been in a place like this, things had gone… poorly, and that was before you had gotten involved with Captain Gojou.

“Thinking about going ashore?” Gojou appeared beside you, hands casually tucked into his coat pockets.

“Maybe,” you replied, turning your gaze back to the town. “But I’m not sure where I’d go.”

“Port Royal can be a bit much if you’re not used to it. How about a walk? I’ll show you around.”

“Alright.”

As the two of you walked, Gojou pointed out various places—a tavern and a gambling den—places that held significance for him.

“You’ve been quiet. Everything alright?”

“Just… a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Like what?”

Okay, Nosey.

“The island, mostly, and what happened there.”

His only response was to hum.

As the two of you continued walking, you felt yourself relax a little. You had almost convinced yourself that everything was normal and that maybe you could build a new life with new people. Even if one of them was a crazy bastard.

That illusion was shattered when you turned a corner and came face-to-face with a bounty poster.

The worn piece of paper was on the wall of a tavern, alongside dozens of others. But this one caught your eye immediately—because it had your face on it.

There was no mistaking it. The sketch, while crude, was a clear likeness of you. And beneath it, in bold letters, was the reward: a staggering sum of gold for your capture, dead or alive.

“What the hell?”

Gojou followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing as he took in the poster.

Then Gojou ripped the poster off the wall and crumpled it in his fist. “Who the fuck did this?”

“I—I don’t know,” you stammered, your mind racing. “I didn’t even know there was a bounty on me.”

“This isn’t good. We need to get back to the ship.”

“But why would there be a bounty on me? I haven’t done anything!”

“That’s what we need to find out. But first, we need to make sure you’re safe.”

He grabbed your hand and started leading you back the way you came. 

“What are we going to do?” you asked, struggling to keep up with him.

“We’re going to find out who put that bounty on your head and why. And then we’re going to deal with them.”

You didn’t ask how he planned to ‘deal with them.’ The look in his eyes told you enough.

“I have to go find the kids. Stay in my quarters until we figure this out. Don’t go anywhere without me, understand?”

You nodded, too overwhelmed to argue. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone, especially now.

A million thoughts raced through your mind.

Was it your father? No, it couldn’t be him. You haven’t spoken to him since you moved to Elysport, and even then, he wouldn’t know if you had left. Was it one of those pirates that saw me with Gojou? Maybe. My employer? No, not him; he didn’t give a shit about me.

You were officially panicking.

What the hell were you going to do?

“Man, I can’t wait to get a drink,” Yuuji said with a grin, stretching his arms above his head as they walked. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

“Try not to get us into too much trouble this time,” Megumi muttered, hands shoved into his pockets. “Last time we docked, you nearly burned down that tavern.”

“That was an accident! Besides, I fixed it.”

“Right, by jumping into the flames and nearly setting yourself on fire,” Yuuta added with a small smile. “Maybe we should aim for a quieter night this time.”

The three of them turned down an alley as Yuuta’s eyes darted to the sign hanging above a wooden door at the end of the alleyway: “The Crooked Anchor.” It was one of the smaller, less reputable bars in Port Royal, but that also meant it was one of the few places where they wouldn’t attract too much attention.

As they pushed open the door, the dim light from within spilled out into the alley, accompanied by the low hum of voices and the clink of mugs.

The place was filled with the kind of people who preferred to keep to themselves. It was exactly the kind of place they were looking for.

“Looks like a good spot,” Yuuji said, his grin widening.

They made their way to a table in the back, squeezing between patrons and dodging spilled drinks along the way.

“So,” Yuuji began as he leaned back in his chair, “what do we think we’re gonna do while we’re here? Just drinks, or are we looking for something a little more... exciting?”

“Exciting for you usually means dangerous for the rest of us,” Megumi said dryly.

“I’m serious!” Yuuji protested. “I just think we should take advantage of the fact that we’re not stuck on the ship for a change. Who knows when we’ll get another chance?”

Before Megumi could respond, the door to the bar swung open, and two figures stepped inside.

“Hey,” he whispered, nudging Megumi with his elbow. “Check them out.”

Megumi followed Yuuji’s gaze and spotted the newcomers—a pair of young women who were clearly out of place. The first was tall with dark hair that was tied back in a tight ponytail. The second girl was a bit shorter and had vibrant red hair that seemed to catch the dim light of the bar.

“Aristocrats?” Megumi muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. “What the hell are they doing here?”

“Maybe they’re here for a drink just like us,” Yuuji said with a grin. “C’mon, let’s go say hi.”

Before either Megumi or Yuuta could stop him, Yuuji was already on his feet, weaving his way through the crowd toward the two women. With a resigned sigh, Megumi and Yuuta exchanged a glance before following him.

As they approached, the taller of the two women—Maki—noticed them first.

“Can we help you?

Just thought I’d say hi. You two don’t really look like you belong in a place like this.”

The other, much shorter woman then spoke up, “And what makes you think we don’t belong here?”

“Well, for one thing, you don’t look like sailors,” Yuuji said with a chuckle.

We can handle ourselves.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Yuuji said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But if you’re looking for a good time, maybe we could show you around. We know this town pretty well.”

“What do you think, Maki? Should we let these guys show us around?”

Why not? Could be interesting.”

“Great!” Yuuji said, his grin widening. “I’m Yuuji, by the way. This is Megumi, and that’s Yuuta.”

“Nobara, and this is Maki.”

“So, what brings you two to a place like this?” Megumi asked.

Nobara took a sip of her drink. “We were bored. Thought we’d sneak out and see what the ‘common folk’ do for fun.”

Maki, who had been quiet up until this point, leaned forward slightly. “And what about you three? You don’t exactly scream ‘regular patrons’ either.”

“We’re part of a crew,” Yuuta explained. “Just docked for a bit before heading out again.”

“A crew?” Nobara’s eyes lit up with interest. “Like pirates?”

“Something like that,” Yuuji said with a wink. “We prefer to think of ourselves as adventurers.”

At one point, as the conversation lulled, Yuuta leaned over to Maki, his voice quieter than before. “So, what made you two decide to sneak out?”

“We needed a break. Nobara’s family keeps her on a short leash, and I... well, I’ve never been one for following rules.”

“So,” Nobara said, breaking the moment as she turned her attention back to the group. “What’s next? You’re not just going to leave us here, are you?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah pretty much.”

“Well, I was thinking... maybe you’d want to come with us. See the world, have some real adventures!”

Megumi then elbowed Yuuji’s side. “Shut up, you moron.”

Maki studied him for a long moment. “Alright,” she said finally. “We’re in.”

Nobara’s grin widened. “Hell yeah!”

With their decision made—well, Yuuji’s decision—the five of them exited the bar, stepping into the cold evening air.

Yuuji Itadori had never been good at keeping secrets—his wide smile and open personality made him an easy read most of the time—but he knew that sometimes, you had to bend the rules to make things work. Tonight, standing by the docks of Port Royal, he felt like bending the rules a little more than usual.

Beside him, Megumi and Yuuta exchanged cautious glances, clearly not as excited about Yuuji’s plan. Behind them, two girls were looking out toward the ship.

"Okay, so we’ll sneak them onboard. It’s just until we can figure things out with Gojou. I mean, he’ll understand, right?"

Megumi narrowed his eyes. “Are you out of your mind? Gojou’s not going to ‘understand’ anything. If he finds out we’ve brought two strangers aboard, there’ll be hell to pay.”

Yuuta frowned. I’m with Megumi on this one. It’s one thing to bring them along, but hiding them? Gojou will know. He always knows.”

Yuuji waved their concerns away with a grin. “Come on, it’s just for a little while! Besides, we can’t exactly just leave them here now, can we?”

The girl with dark green hair crossed her arms. “If you guys don’t want us to come, just say it. We’re not here to beg for a spot.”

“Yeah, what’s the deal? You practically dragged us along, and now you’re having second thoughts?”

Yuuji shook his head quickly. “No, no! That’s not it at all! You’re totally coming with us. I just... We need to make sure Gojou doesn’t find out right away. He’s... complicated.”

“Complicated? What, is he some kind of tyrant?”

Yuuji laughed nervously. “Something like that.”

“Look, if this is going to be a problem, we’ll handle it. We don’t need you to babysit us.”

“Trust me, it’s not you I’m worried about,” Megumi muttered.

Yuuji threw an arm around Megumi’s shoulders, giving him a little shake. “Relax, we’ve handled worse situations than this. All we need to do is get them onboard, hide them for a while, and then we’ll figure it out.”

Megumi sighed deeply, clearly regretting every decision that had led to this moment. “This is going to backfire. I just know it.”

Gojou’s mood had soured the moment he realized the kids were missing.

“You,” Gojou barked at one of the nearby crewmates. “Where are the kids?”

The man blinked, clearly unsure what to say. “I—I don’t know, Captain. They—”

“They went off into Port Royal hours ago,” Nanami interjected from behind him. “They haven’t returned yet.”

 “And you let them go without a leash?”

“They’re not dogs, Gojou,” Nanami said dryly. “Besides, you didn’t exactly stop them.”

Gojou waved him off, his fingers brushing through his frost-colored hair. “Yeah, yeah. That doesn’t mean they can just fuck off whenever they want. This place isn’t exactly safe, and now they’ve gone and gotten themselves lost, or worse.” His grin spread. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear their excuses.”

He turned on his heel and headed toward the lower deck, his mind clearly made up. “Alright, I want everyone searching. Get those brats back here now. If they’re not back by the time we’re ready to leave, we’ll leave without them.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, following behind him. “You don’t actually mean that.”

Gojou shot him a sideways glance, grinning. “No, but it’ll motivate them to hurry up, won’t it?”

As the other crew members went off searching for the missing kids, Gojou made his way back to his captain's quarters. He needed to figure out what the hell was going on, why she—why you—were suddenly so important. No, this was something big, planned, like someone was pulling strings from the shadows. But who? And why?

He had his suspicions. A couple of names lingered in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t say for sure. Not yet. Still, it made him uneasy. There weren’t many who could move with that level of secrecy without him catching on. The thought of it made his blood boil.

Later that night, the ship was eerily quiet when Gojou returned. His boots thudded against the wooden floor as he made his way through the dimly lit halls of his quarters.

He didn’t get it. Why had he taken such an interest in you? At first, you were just another puzzle to him, someone caught up in the game like everyone else. But the more time he spent around you, the more... curious he became.

As he stepped into his room, his eyes landed on the bed.

You were there, curled up and fast asleep. The moonlight filtered in through the small window, casting soft shadows across your face.

Gojou paused in the doorway, staring at you for a moment longer than he meant to.

“Sleeping in my bed now, huh?” he muttered, half to himself.

Without making a sound, he closed the door behind him and moved toward the desk on the far side of the room. He wasn’t exactly sure why he didn’t wake you up, why he didn’t toss you out of his space like he usually would. Instead, he sat down at the desk, pretending to busy himself with some useless papers. He had no idea what the hell he was doing.

But for once, the silence wasn’t unbearable.

A soft groan pulled his attention. You stirred, blinking yourself awake. Your eyes met his, and for a brief second, you were confused before a brief realization washed over you.

Gojou’s grin returned. “Comfortable, aren’t we?”

You sat up slowly, rubbing at your eyes. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Figured I’d let you rest. After all, you’ve had a rough day.”

Your hand instinctively went to your side, where the old bandages had been replaced by fresh ones. “Yeah, you could say that.”

He stood up, crossing the room slowly until he was leaning against the bedpost, staring down at you. “Care to explain why there might be a bounty on your pretty little head?”

“I... I don’t know. I didn’t think anyone would care enough to put a bounty on me.”

“Oh, someone cares. Makes me wonder... why you?”

All you could do was shrug.

“It's probably about the map, but then again, I took care of all those men who you told about it.” He grinned.

…

“My mother,” you began quietly. “She died when I was young.”

Gojou’s grin faltered slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“She was killed. And after that, my father... He just sort of fell apart. He wasn’t the same. He couldn’t cope with losing her, and everything went downhill after that. He became distant, cold, like he was barely living anymore. My best guess is maybe it was him, but I don’t think so. He shouldn’t know that I’m gone.”

“Well, for now, you stay on the ship when we dock. I will have Suguru look into it and for the love of god, Don’t bring any attention to yourself.”

Gojou sighed and then continued, “But you know what? You made it this far.”

“Yeah. I guess I have.”

“And now you’re stuck with me. Lucky you.”

“Lucky me, huh?”

“Damn right.”

“You’ve got me, the best captain there is. What more could you ask for?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t know. Maybe some peace and quiet for once.”

Gojo snorted. “Not gonna happen. You’re on my ship now.”

He leaned down closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’re safe here, you know. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. “Why?”

“Because I’m the crazy bastard who gets to decide who lives and who dies. And I’ve decided you get to stick around.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Get used to it, sweetheart. You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”

As he straightened up and headed back toward his desk, you watched him, still trying to make sense of the man in front of you. He was wild, unpredictable, and more than a little insane, but there was something else there too. 

And as you lay back down, letting sleep overtake you once more, you couldn’t help but wonder just what you’d gotten yourself into with Captain Satoru Gojou.

Gojou sat back at his desk, glancing over at you as you drifted back to sleep. He didn’t know why, but there was something about you that got under his skin. And that, more than anything, was what scared him the most.

A few hours later, you woke up in the dead of the night. The cabin was quiet, save for the faint creaking of the ship. Your body ached, but the bead beneath you was comfortable. Your eyes began adjusting to the darkness and beside you, you saw Gojou.

He was slumped in the chair at his desk, his head resting against the back, arms crossed over his chest. Even in the dim light room, you could make out the tousled mess of white hair falling over his face and the rise and fall of his chest.

He looked peaceful, almost too peaceful for the man he was.

You slowly sat up, trying to not make too much noise as you climbed out of the bed. Your legs were a but shaky as you walked over to him, but you managed to kneel beside his chair and gently shake his shoulder.

"Gojo, wake up."

He began to stir as his brows furrowed in confusion before his eyes fluttered open.

"Well, this is a nice way to wake up," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Something on your mind, sweetheart?"

"You can have your bed back. I’ll go sleep in my bunk."

Gojo straightened up in his chair, stretching his arms above his head before fixing you with a lazy smirk. "Oh? You’re kicking me out of my bed now? How generous of you."

"I’m serious," you said, standing up and gesturing toward the bed. "You need to get some real sleep, and this chair isn’t going to cut it."

"I’m serious," you said, standing up and gesturing toward the bed. "You need to get some real sleep, and this chair isn’t going to cut it."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I’ll be fine. You’re the one who got banged up on that island. You need a decent bed to rest in, not some uncomfortable bunk."

"I’m fine," you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. "You’re the captain, right? You should be sleeping in your own bed, not stuck in some chair."

Gojou tilted his head, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "And what kind of captain would I be if I let my injured guest sleep in a bunk while I take the bed?"

"Well, I’m not letting you sleep in the chair again. We can... share the bed. It’s big enough."

His eyebrows shot up, his grin widening at your suggestion. "Oh, really? Sharing a bed already? My, my, you work fast."

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his teasing, and you turned your back on him. "Don’t make it weird, Gojou. You know what I meant."

He let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. "I’m just teasing. But, if you insist..." He stood up from the chair, stretching out his long limbs before walking over to the bed.

Before you could climb back in, though, he paused, glancing down at your clothes. "You’re still in your day clothes. You’re not seriously going to sleep in those, are you?"

You glanced down at yourself, realizing he was right. Your blouse and pants were wrinkled, and they weren’t comfortable sleeping.

"I don’t have anything else to wear.”

He walked over to his wardrobe, rummaging through it before pulling out one of his white shirts. He tossed it to you, the fabric soft and worn from years of use.

"Here. Wear this. It’ll be more comfortable than what you’ve got on."

You caught the shirt, eyeing it warily. Though it was clean enough, it smelled faintly of saltwater and something uniquely him. Still, you hesitated, glancing over at him.

"Turn around," you demanded, narrowing your eyes.

Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, clearly reveling in your embarrassment. "Oh, come on. It’s not like I haven’t seen a—"

"Turn around.”

"Alright, alright. No need to get all shy on me. I’m just trying to help."

Rolling your eyes, you quickly changed out of your clothes and into the shirt. It was far too big on you, the sleeves hanging loosely around your arms, but it was soft and comfortable. You couldn’t deny that it felt better than your day clothes.

"Okay, you can turn around now.”

"I have to say, you look pretty good in my shirt."

You scoffed, climbing back into bed. "Don’t push your luck."

Without another word, he slid into the bed beside you, keeping a respectful distance. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, but the bed was big enough that there was plenty of space between you.

It didn’t take long for sleep to claim you again.

When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the warmth of the bed. The second thing you noticed was that Gojou was still asleep beside you.

He was lying on his back, one arm draped across his chest while the other rested above his head. Careful not to disturb him, you slipped out of bed, your bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. You quickly changed out of his shirt and back into your clothes, glancing over at him every few seconds to make sure he didn’t wake up.

Once you were dressed, you hesitated by the door, your hand resting on the handle.

With a quiet sigh, you opened the door and slipped out of the room, leaving him behind.

Gojo woke up a short while later, his eyes fluttering open as the sunlight streamed in through the small window. He stretched lazily, blinking as he realized he was still in bed.

He glanced over at the spot beside him, where you had been sleeping just hours before. The sheets were still warm, but you were gone.

A frown tugged at the corner of his mouth. Strangely, he was disappointed. He hadn’t expected you to stay, but for some reason, he’d hoped you might.

"Guess I’ll have to track her down later," he muttered. "Can’t have her running off too far, can I?"

What is he going to do with you?

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Are We Flying Towards the Future or Crashing Into a Distant Dream

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It was early morning and Virgil couldn’t help but want to shut off the alarm he had made to wake him up. He ached and wanted nothing more but to stay in bed. But it was the same song and dance he played every day.

Except, when he looked at the day’s date, he realized, it was his day off. The whole crew had today off. Mandatory airship inspection and maintenance, and the only thing he had to do was go to the office to collect 5 items at the end of the day. He could tinker. And probably sew the fabric into something to trade, they were running low on spices and a few other things… Oh, and he had to see what size the shoes were, after washing them of course.

But first, he had to wake Thomas up. After all, he might not have work, but his brother certainly had class today.

“Thomas, Thomathy, Thom Thom!” Virgil snickered, shaking his brother awake again.

“Vee, wha’ is it?” Thomas slurred, exhausted.

Virgil snorted, “you know I can’t have you be late. I don’t give away my little gadgets for nothing.”

“Oh yeah, college. Why did I decide to go again?”

“No idea, but I did not give away hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of trinkets and gadgets for you to fail. So, time for you to get up!”

“Fiiiine. Have fun on your day off.”

“Will do.”

Remembering to set an alarm to go get his items, because it would be a headache and a half to forget to get the five items he got on inspection days, Virgil started getting to work on creating little objects. Things that ticked and clicked and popped. Nothing remarkable, he wouldn’t do that for fear that he’d want to keep it, and how would he pay Thomas’s college fund then. Maybe if he ever got a good chunk of extra parts… speaking of, if he was going to trade any fabric or sewn clothes, he needed to get a start on everything. Bringing the tub out, he started getting everything prepared to scrub the shoes he got clean.

Picking them up, Virgil inspected them very carefully, not wanting to ruin them. They were about his size, he could probably wear them, and they were a nice pair too. But they could also get him more gadgets too… which would make it easier to trade for Thomas’s next semester. Except as Virgil carefully turned the shoes upside down, a secret compartment opened up. A tinkerer’s compartment. And it was full of little gadgets, and bits and bobs made of metal Virgil could only dream of trading for. And he had gotten them with these shoes! Looking at the parts, he could make something truly spectacular with them, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty keeping them for himself. They’d probably cover a good chunk more of Thomas’s tuition than the little clickety clacks he’d been making or the tools he’d been finding. But it had been so long since he’d tinkered, and it would truly be a waste to let these extra items go to waste… to not make something with them.

And it wasn’t like he couldn’t make Thomas’s college fund, he just liked extra, in case the amount of tools he had to trade to keep Thomas in there went up. Or he lost or damaged any of the little gadgets he did make.

A thought entered his mind… if he kept the little metal bits in these new shoes, he could save them up for something important. Or, if he had to, use them to get Thomas into college for the next little bit. Hopefully he wouldn’t and he could do something with them. Make something new. His mind was reeling, trying to figure out what to do with all of these, when he heard a knock on his door.

“Just a minute!” He called, sighing a bit. He really should get dressed for the day soon, all things considered.

Gathering up the little bits, he carefully placed them back in the hidden compartment of the shoes, before going to the door. Virgil wondered who would be knocking at a time like this, it was still pretty early, and barely anyone knew where he lived. Except for Remus and Janus. Unless either of them had told someone else he lived here, or Thomas. Oh doloren, he should have talked to Thomas about that! He can’t just go around giving away their address. That’s exactly how they get killed! As much as some people could be trusted, most couldn’t! At least not right away, Remus had proven that although he was a bit gruesome, he could be trusted. Had Janus done the same? Probably not, knowing Thomas wasn’t one to test his friends, to see if they’d stay through thick and thin and whatever else needed to be seen to prove they should get to stay part of their lives.

Still, Virgil supposed the knock could be something important. Throwing his jacket on, Virgil opened the door to see someone he hadn’t met staring back at him, their eyes full of some sort of hope.

“Hello sir, so ever terribly sorry to be a bother to you. I am Miss Algamathene Adamentelle and I’ve barely just moved here! It was quite a terrific ordeal too! Might I interest you in trading for my wares? I don’t ask for much, just something to eat really, and possibly some clothes to wear. For this outfit that I don now is the only one I have, it is such a sad ordeal is it not?”

It didn’t take much for Virgil to tell that something was off. She was absolutely lyrical in the way she talked, it was… unnerving, looking into the box he saw all different kinds of wares. None of which seemed particularly valuable; however if what she was saying was the truth, then she’d been through something horrible.

The speech pattern could be because of an aether user who practiced in manipulation of some sort, perhaps an abusive ex that she barely managed to escape. While he wasn’t able to do much with any of it, it wasn’t like he could do nothing with it, and those parts would be helpful in helping with Thomas’s tuition. Even if the quality would be nowhere near as great as what he could get from the market.

“I’d love to trade, to help you out. But I’m afraid I don’t have much. Especially in the way of food.”

“I understand,” her voice a bit tighter, seeming to already expect a rejection.

“But I don’t have nothing.” Virgil quickly clarified, clearly Algamathene had been asking around a bit. “I did not mean to imply that I had nothing to trade with. It just, won’t be much. I have a few spare vegetables that I’m sure I won’t be able to use in time. As for clothes. I don’t have anything made, but I do have some sewing supplies. Such as fabric and thread. Would that be a fair trade for you?”

“That would be an absolutely acceptable trade! A terrific trade for the both of us. Each getting something we would enjoy and use, why my eternal gratitude is yours!”

“There’s really no need for that, let me go get the things. I’m afraid I’ve yet to wash the fabric, but if you need I can show you how I would go about doing so. It can take a while, usually I set aside my whole day to go about washing these fabrics.”

“Oh thank you, thank you so much kind sir! This is an act of kindness, something to be remembered through the ages for sure. You shall be the reason why I do not cut off from this desolate, lonely place, and you alone. And yet, you hold not the touch now do you, as though you don’t know the astonishing act you have just accomplished! Oh how wonderful is that!”

Wincing at the lyrical words, Virgil couldn’t help but be worried for the stranger. Had she really not known kindness before, had everyone been brushing her off, what had happened to her? Still, it was none of his business, and probably best not to pry, he didn’t want to upset her.

“Just wait here and I’ll get everything.” With that he gently closed the door and went inside. Virgil rushed around, picking up his sewing supplies, and bringing the fabric he had together along with the thread and a couple needles he had laying around. Satisfied with that, he went and started going through his fridge to see what food he could give this strange woman; he had some carrots, that he and Thomas were putting off eating as long as they could; some lettuce, maybe she could make a salad. Was that enough ingredients for a salad? Virgil had no idea, he’d never made a salad before, he didn’t really like salad. Looking around his fridge some more, he grabbed a bag of the cheap chicken he had managed to get, maybe whoever she was, she enjoyed meat. If not, it was no bother, Virgil would cook it today. Doing his best to gather everything up, he was glad the stranger was carting around her things in a wagon or else it would be nearly impossible to transport her items back to wherever she lived. Which hopefully wasn’t too far.

Opening the door again, a basket of food being held in his left arm, both hands full of fabric and sewing supplies, that are somewhat organized; the smaller items being kept in a box he had managed to find. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something, and he rather hoped that whoever the stranger was, she wasn’t picky about containers. Virgil doubted it, it would be a weird thing to be picky about when you had nothing; yet people always seemed to surprise him in the worst ways.

“Oh wonderful, splendid even! You have provided what you have said and these are of a sublime quality! They shall do so well for my clothes, and the food in that quaint container looks scrumptious. Oh I shall be not have want for a while after this! Possibly eons, such a generous gift, of course I shan’t forget my deal of course. Here are your lovely little trinkets, they are uniquely made. Can do almost anything you can imagine!” With that Algamathene smiled a bit too wide, and, now Virgil doesn’t quite remember how this happened, but she switched the items out; Virgil’s arms had boxes of trinkets, with a slight glow to them now that he was looking at them closer. A soft glow, that also emanated from the woman; the same soft glow that surrounded Thomas’s hands whenever he was working on something that involved him manipulating the aether.

“I’m sorry to be an intrusion, if I’m being one, but are you… are you familiar with aether?”

That got a laugh out of Algamathene; her laugh was pitched, as if a mimic of a laugh; and her eyes glowed a little bit.

“Oh you, it has been a while since I have let out a laugh like that. I must admit this has been enjoyable. I am not merely familiar with the aether. For I am what resides in the beyond; I am what allows you control over the things you value so freely. However,” her voice went shrill at this, “it is not just something you can take, you must give as well. If not, the balance is upset, and disaster reigns. Oh do you know of the barren days? Aether, as you call it was nowhere, nothing had it. It’s what keeps the world together! It has been, oh, over a thousand centuries since the barren days. You dears don’t live long enough to remember, of course you don’t, the energy barely responds to you. Things of this plane are connected to this energy, you would all almost certainly die without it. But we don’t need you, you are just something to curious for your own goods. So we let you play a little, have your fun.

“However, those little trinkets, not much in the realm I’m from. But for you, they are the most valuable thing in the world. I would suggest you use them wisely.” Algamathene smiled wide, wider than that of a human, “now I’m sure you have questions dear, but I really must go! I do hope your life is… easy. You have been a wonderful trade partner.”

Virgil’s head was swimming, he hadn’t heard of this happening before. Maybe Thomas had? Either way, with a glow of light that Virgil instinctively looked away from, Algamathene was gone. Looking at the boxes of trinkets in his hand, he noticed that they still glowed. If he ever had time, he’d experiment with them later, probably fix his washing machine, as the aether keeping it running had faded. Did the aether in these fade? He wasn’t sure, he wished he could ask, he was so curious as to how they worked. Sighing, he went inside and set the trinkets down.

No longer having anything to trade for the day, he supposed he had a little time to draft up something he could make before he went and picked up his five items for the day.

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[knowlesian]

okay, i’m not gonna call out names because i think people deserve chances to grow and i’m not assuming any malicious intent, but i also feel a need to answer something addressed to me today, because empathy’s gotta go hand in hand with accountability.

this is why talking about race (in fandom, or otherwise) is often like slamming your face into a brick wall that keeps insisting it’s on your side.

okay. so i sort of debated how to handle this: i think i’m just gonna quote myself. you may have missed this piece, so hopefully it’ll give context for why i’m not sure exactly what to say, and remain unsure.

i am very sure that until the day i die, i will be doing the hard and frustrating and not super ego-boosting work of diving into the mental dumpster of weird bullshit i was implicitly taught and unpacking it all.

so i know i will breathe my last and i will still have all these racist ideas, rattling around my noggin fucking with how i see the world and how i treat people, even though i don’t know i’m doing the thing. when i talk about people being racist and having implicit bias, i am also talking about me!

because racist is a descriptor, not an insult. and as much as it sucks for me to unpack this shit (don’t let anybody tell you it’s not hard work or that it feels good to do; it’s really hard and it will make you feel very small and gross sometimes) the people i accidentally aim it at deserve me putting in that effort and have it much worse.

so when i’m like, it was racist stede did that? i’m not saying stede is a bad person, and i’m not saying fuck that guy.

i’m saying oh shit this show is SMART, i do that too! it’s me!

so. i don’t know why you posted this and then bounced: i don’t know why you didn’t @ me, if you wanted me to see it and respond.

like... is your issue that i’m talking about race too much? that i’m being mean or unfair when i do it? that i don’t talk enough about how hard it is for white people to think about race, or that i’m not being understanding enough that it sucks to look at people who hurt you and have to consider you might have something in common with them? because i’ve said exactly that, too. you’re right, it’s not fun to do this work, and it is work.

i guess i just don’t understand the purpose, here, or why you’d say all this and not explain what exactly you want from me as a writer to do differently. and if that’s not your goal and i’ve misunderstood, then...  i mean. i guess i remain confused as to what you want me to take away from this, other than “it’s hard to be white, and you have made me feel very uncomfortable about it so i wish you would stop”.

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considering how many animals I’ve been drawing lately I feel like it’s only a matter of time before I make some mice and murder fanart, which is buckwild considering I almost exclusively draw characters from my own dnd game

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idk who needs to hear this but part of the reason rhett and link have been involving the crew more and more over the years and giving josh his own show and trying out original content that doesn't include them on the mythical society site is because they want the company that they have spent most of their adult loves building to continue to be successful even after they decide to step back and be in front of the camera less often (or eventually, not at all), which is...eventually going to happen. maybe not any time soon, but eventually!

you don't have to like every single crew member and you're definitely allowed to prefer episodes that focus on rhett and link and their friendship over food episodes or w/e, but just. understand why they have been using the crew more in recent years, and why it's important to them that mythical is bigger than just rhett and link.