#crackers crew answers

[angeart]

I hav more..

This is so much fun 😭😭

So sea anemones are technically animals, but they look like plants so they’re named after flowers

what would they be called (they can’t walk so they be gay? But they don’t have hair? And they aren’t fruit?)

oh my gosh. you're giving us the difficult ones now.

this one is a struggle. scientists are still scrambling to categorise this one.

they can't be gay because they don't walk mhm.

i'll say this much: it reminds me of those inflatable stick guys that flail around as advertisements of sorts. also, trolls with neon hair. mhm.

wren votes for silly string.

honestly, these are a Big Mystery of the universe. (tf do you mean, there are animals that are kind of plants??)

[fraugwinska]

Since your requests are open… can I request Alastor taking care of his sick wife? The crew noticed their mia and Alastor slinks away to their hotel room to find them dying (metaphorically) in their nest of blankets?

Thank you ;—; I love your writing sm! ฅ(•ㅅ•)ฅ

Whew - that was a first for me :D Switching it up for a little Alastor POV ;> I hope you like it, lovely Anon! (P.S. - The song mentioned is 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole)

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In Sickness and in Health

Alastor's day couldn't get better – adding another, large territory to his nicely growing collection, visiting his dear friend Rosie along the way, and now returning to his diddy hotel, full of entertainment, and with his lovely wife waiting for his return: He was in a rightfully jolly mood.

He'd left so early in the morning, letting his love sleep in deep, heavy breaths, he was wondering what she had been up to this day? On the way back, he stopped by the florist, careful not to touch the delicate, burgundy blossoms of the chrysanthemums, her favourites.

He entered the hotel to find the residents deeply engaged in another of the princess's silly bonding activities – a game of charades, as it seemed. Alastor watched them with curiosity as Angel Dust gestured wildly, while the others screamed in chaos, throwing guesses his way.

„Fuck, man, come on! I'm making it OBVIOUS here!“, Angel moaned, throwing his hands frustrated into the air.

„The hell you are – you look like you're hurlin' yo' last drink like a garden sprinkler.“, Husk replies dryly, rubbing his temples, while the girls just look confused.

„It's fucking MOTORBOATING, jesus christ on a cracker!“

The group groans, exept for Vaggie, who runs over to him and grabs the card the flamboyant spider waves around.

„It's just 'Motorboat', you idiot.“ „Potayto, Potahto.“

Alastor, having heard enough of that nonsense, closed the entrance noisily. Charlies head whipped around to see him.

„Oh, hey Alastor, you're back early.“, she chirped, ignoring the still arguing group behind her. Alastor walked over and smiled down at her. „Business went better than I expected, dear. And you all are as... aspiring as ever, I see?“ He let his gaze fall back to the group, counting – five heads. Not six. „Would you happen to know where my darling doe is?“

Charlie blinked. „Umm.“, she turned to look at the group, as if she expected her to be there. Alastors eyes narrowed as the princess asked timidly if anyone had seen her.

„Nope, not me.“ „Didn't turn up on the bar, either.“ „She missed breakfast, too“ Alastor huffed, feeling anger bubbling up in his stomach at the blatant negligence of his companions. He left Charlie and the others standing without a word, looking rightfully guilty and shouting apologies at his back. He made a mental note to plan an appropriate response to this mishap, and fastened his steps to his suite.

He knocked on the door, softly. No response. He listened intensely. „My love, are you in there?“ A quiet groan, muffled through thick wood and creaking walls, barely audible.

He opened the door his eyes searching through the dimly lit room - the curtains of the windows were still closed, just like he left them this morning.

„Alastor?“, he heard your voice, weak and tired, from inside the pile of cushions, pillows and blankets piled up on the shared bed.

He quickly set the flowers down on the bureau before he peeled layers of fabric off the built fort to reveal his precious doe – face reddened, hair damp with sweat and deep, panting in straint breaths. Her eyes opened slowly, they were watery and dull.

„Hello...“, she said, a small smile on her dried lips. „Hello, my love.“, he answered, brushing her hair out her face with timid fingers – when they touched her forehead, it was burning hot. Alastor frowned.

„You are sick, my doe....“ She hummed in response. A shiver made her pull the blankets around her closer to her. „I think I'm dying again.“ Alastor chuckled softly, cupping her cheek - heat poured from her scorching skin into his cold palms.

„Always so dramatic. No love, you're certainly not dying. Boiling yourself, maybe. You have a raging fever, sweet thing.“

„Potayto, Potahto...“, she murmured. Alastor scrunched his nose – Angel Dust certainly had a bad influence on his wife.

„Now, now, no reason to call for the mortician, love. Let's get you out of these dampened clothes for a start, shall we?“

She whined from the coldness he exposed her to, grabbing his arms as he pulled her out of the many layers of fabric and peeled the sweat-drenched clothes from her burning body. Her usually smooth and tender skin was colored in angered flushes of read, mimicking the blazing temperature she radiated. While he worked on getting her in fresh, clean pajamas, he murmured soft reassurances and sweet words of comfort to her.

Alastor knew she hated the feeling of helplessness a sickness brought with it. Her demise had been sudden, painful and most importantly lonely, having no one by her side while the disease had eaten her alive.

He placed her back into bed, a snap of his fingers had disassembled the abhorrent nest she had built, linens clean, soft and dry. She whimpered when he opened the windows to let some fresh air into the room, but sighed in sweet relief when the cold cloth he conjured for her cooled her forehead.

“Can you play something for me?”, she whispered after he had convinced her to drink some water, her lids heavy and almost out of consciousness.

Alastor brushed her cheeks tenderly.

“Of course my treasured girl.”

He pulled the chair from his bureau next to the bed, settling down with her hand in his. He chose the song carefully – it was the one she and him first danced to, when he and her were two singulars still, instead of one plural.

The soft tunes of the celeste and piano drove the dreadful, deafening silence out of the room, and when Nat King Coles voice started to serenade, her face relaxed into a serene smile, breaths flattening into calm draws of air.

Alastor watched his wife drift into healing slumber, her skin color already fading into her more normal shade. Relieved, he stroked his thumb delicately over her fingers, still safely wound around his. Yes. Alastor knew she hated the helplessness a sickness brought with it. But at least, this time, he could be there to guide her through it.

[carionto]

Humans and Boredom II

The planet cracker.

A devilish name that somehow still does not do this type of Human ship justice. Arrays of massive gravity hooks capable of tearing out kilometers wide and deep chunks of mass from any celestial object one of them decides to settle in orbit of.

The process is slow and tedious and, luckily, unsuitable for any practical military application, but unimaginably rewarding nonetheless. Once a chunk has been lifted, a fleet of harvester drones meticulously tears it further apart and separates into individual minerals and any other categorizable substances. From there the internal refineries of the planet cracker process them further into more usable metals, alloys, resins, and countless other resources. Finally, another fleet of transport ships ferry those back to where they are needed.

The land based production capacity of an entire (small) planet, with a single (albeit metropolis sized) ship, crewed by no more than a hundred Humans and thousands of drones.

One of these immense beasts - The Hardy Gal - was stationed around one of Saturn's moons - Epimetheus - that was recently voted out of the global popularity contest "Who's Even Heard of This One?" and thus sentenced to become part of the Dyson Ring.

The drone fleet that was supposed to be tearing up the unfortunate little moon, however, was recently recalled for refitting after a report showed a key part was manufactured using an outdated guideline by a suspiciously licensed corporation, that was also caught up in an unrelated embezzlement scandal.

Suffice to say that chief Gravity Master Boris Fruischtyen didn't have much to do. Laws and regulations do not permit any unsupervised extraction results to just be left in orbit. Oh no, can't preemptively arrange chunks for processing later, nope, "efficiency? what's that?". *sigh* Lift, hold, harvest, repeat.

Boris would have nothing to do, except the gravity hook arrays were a set of fifty per array, and The Hardy Gal had eight arrays. Four hundred individually aim-able and moveable chunks of matter.

While his day job was not very productive for now, his social media activity shot through the roof. There's a lot you can draw with four hundred "pixels" and the literal cosmos as your canvas and backdrop.

His personal favorites were water features and creatures set against the blue of Saturn, and he arranged quite a few of the extinct whales and penguins too. Additionally, every day he would fulfill one of the audiences top ranking requests.

Through these he discovered he has a fascinatingly good sense for flower compositions, especially from unusual angles. It's odd. He's only ever seen flowers in images and videos, perhaps lacking actual real life flowers to compare to allows his imagination to fill in the gaps in a way referencing factual knowledge would limit him. Who knows.

Despite having access to a three dimensional canvas, he preferred to keep things flat.

"What can I say, 2D is better. *chuckle*"

However, that doesn't mean he keeps things simple. The gravity hooks are quite good at selective manipulation, they have to be to target certain spots beneath a whole lot of other matter (which is then raised alongside the "elevator" matter). He demonstrated how the same image can look wildly different if you just change the "pixels" from squares to spheres, or how certain material compositions change color when squeezed more densely.

His personal favorite part is the finishing touch. After he's had a drone go out and stream his latest piece from plenty of angles for the viewers, he gives the whole image a simultaneous and gentle push back towards the moon. After a few touching hours of people in chat saying farewell, sharing personal stories and just asking questions Boris is always happy to answer, the image impacts the surface where the majority of parts were extracted from in a spectacular show of minor impacts and a shower of debris. Too bad it doesn't have an atmosphere, just imagine how cool it'd look burning up on reentry.

[buggy-samaaa]

Caught, part 13

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Word count: 429

Content: NSFW — mdni, gender neutral reader, no y/n, second person POV, voyeurism, anal, masturbation, misuse of devil’s fruit powers, man musk, pillow humping, auralism

Tag list: @hey-august, @bbnbhm, @genius---jester, @lostfirefly, @ane5e

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“I… I don’t know how to answer that,” you said through a chuckle. “Um…” you chuckled again. “I have no idea.”

“So, you wouldn’t not kiss my toe,” he surmised, his lips curling into a smile.

“Shut up,” you laughed, and you went back to drawing. Buggy grinned and ate another cracker. He was feeling pretty giddy, now, even though it had been a silly question.

“What are you drawing, anyway?”

You smirked a little bit. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yup.”

“Can I see?”

When you nodded, he set his plate to his side and sat up straighter. You presented the page to him, holding it up for him to view. Buggy reached for the book to look closer, but you flinched back.

“Just this page. Don’t flip through it,” you said, nervous. Buggy eyes glinted mischievously in response. You gave him a warning look, and he held his hands up in defeat. He took the sketchbook from you and looked over the page.

Buggy chuckled lightly at the cartoons of himself. “This one is pretty true to life,” he said, pointing at the one of him with dazed eyes and little drunken bubbles next to his face. He snickered at another one of him projectile vomiting all over you. “Gross,” he muttered with a grin. “You really had to add chunks to the puke?”

“Ugh, don’t say ‘chunks,’” you said with a shiver, but you were smiling. He looked over it a moment longer, then handed the book back to you.

“Is it kind of like a journal made of pictures? Like you draw stuff that happens through the day?”

“Yeah. I started it back when you first let me join your crew,” you said, and you thumbed the pages, flicking them absent-mindedly. “Gonna need a new one soon. I only have a couple pages left. I was thinking of going out to buy one from the stationery store in town today, since we have free time and all.”

“How much do they cost?”

“Huh? Uh… not too much, like a thousand berry, maybe fifteen hundred for a pretty one.”

Buggy reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out some bills of berry. He handed you three thousand. “Buy two pretty ones.”

“Captain,” you said with a short laugh, “no, I… you don’t have to do that.”

“Please,” he said, holding the money closer to you, looking at you with an eager half-smile.

You hesitated, your cheeks dusted with a light blush, then you conceded and took the berry from him. “Thank you…”

“No problem. And… call me Buggy, okay?”

[aeliesa]

SILENT GESTURES OF AFFECTION

Synopsis: It has always been his greatest desire to voice out all of his devotion to you. However, whenever he tries to, things don't always go the way he wants, all he could do is hold onto you because he's always voiceless.

• Relationship: Charlotte Katakuri x female reader

• Content: fluff

A/N: Just came back from my cave to post the remaining part of the recent fan fiction I posted. This second part is lengthier than the previous as I added some parts which makes it 10k words (together with the first one) so, heads up for the long post. In order to know the gist of the plot I suggest heading over to the first one which is here. Either way, both parts can serve as standalone, so read as you please.

Errors are to be expected as I really do not have enough time to check everything.

I hope you enjoy! :D Edit: I edited some portion as I noticed the errors, but still there is a possibility that I have overlooked some of it. So, excuse for the errors.

When the ship finally anchored ashore, the leader of the crew quickly made its way to the ground, and without a second look, he gave his command. Right before his staff could answer, he left without another thing to say. His assistant would handle everything. After all, the eldest brother, Perospero knew what to do; in that aspect of his responsibility, Katakuri was at ease to leave the main island.

“Oh, not that,” he muttered with frustration.

He saw it, the moment he’ll stay for another minute, a future that he must avoid at all costs. Some of his siblings were there waiting for Katakuri and his brother, but before he could escape their presence, one held his arm, making him pull back to their circle. A low grumble escaped from him, but it was overshadowed by the laughs of his siblings.

Katakuri knew where this conversation was going, and he didn’t like it.

“Hey, big brother, why are you so adamant?” Cracker grinned, clearly aware of Katakuri’s abrupt departure. “You know that you have to report to Mama.”

Katakuri pulled his arm from the grip of Daifuku, “I believe that Perospero can handle that very well…” he excused himself,” I must leave.”

Before he could step, his brothers quickly blocked his path, and one of them looked over at their big brother Perospero who had just climbed down from the ship. “Hey, big brother Peros, can you handle it?” one of them asks with a tone implying teasing.

All of them glanced at their brother, who innocently stared at each of them, and a grin slowly crept from his face, “I cannot… no.”

The brothers burst into a loud guffaw while their big brother Katakuri just silently listened to them, thinking of ways he could leave.

Katakuri lowers his face down to his scarf, trying to maintain composure at the banters of his siblings. Most of the time, he’s the subject of the conversation, and as much as he wants to avoid them, he just cannot bring himself to. He loves his siblings, but sometimes he wants to hang each of them till they stop teasing him.

Katakuri cleared his throat, and in a low, calm voice, he turned to his brother Perospero who was standing behind him. “Are you sure?”

Right before his elder brother could respond, the three boys chimed in, “He is indeed sure!” they both exclaimed, putting their arms around Perospero, who nodded along with their answer.

Katakuri sighs, it is already late, but his siblings are still full of energy.

“Then let’s get this thing over,” he surrenders, breaking the laughs of their siblings.

Perospero paused in between laughs, “When are you going, to be honest with yourself?”

Katakuri gave him a confused look which made him receive another laugh from his siblings. Really, he loves his siblings, but when all of them are together, it will be a nightmare for him.

“If you could tell us what you want, then we’ll let you go,” Oven says with wriggling brows.

The rest nodded with wide grins on their face; clearly, they were ganging up on their brother, and as Katakuri observed their demeanor, it would be forever before they let him go. Their big brother knows what they are up to; Katakuri is well aware of their intentions but, knowing his reputation as the perfect and calm brother, sure as hell he won’t cave in.

“There’s nothing to say,” Katakuri responds, which made him receive a look of disappointment from the four, almost a look of hopelessness from their brother’s firm behavior.

“You can just say that you miss her,” Daifuku cracks, oozing with confidence regarding the demeanor of Katakuri being inept around women.

The boys shared a cackle, shaking their heads and patting the back of their big brother, who’s been restraining himself not to smack each of his younger siblings. Sure, they do know what buttons to push.

It’s always been like that since he married you. It is peculiar for them to see their big brother Katakuri being so calm and composed, yet in a blink could shake the Totto Land when it comes to you. The actions may not be obvious, but they are not dumb to ignore them. Katakuri could tell that in the early days of being a newlywed, his brothers kept interrogating you regarding Katakuri's treatment which you would just shut them out with laughs.

To see you being close with his siblings gives him a sense of relief. He knew how marriage works in this family. Most of the spouses would just suffer. His siblings are complex to please, let alone his mother - the Yonkou. It will always be a mystery to him how you were able to capture them with the sincerity that led you to be a famous wife in the family.

“Anyway, big brother… to give you a heads up I -”

“Cracker, we talked about this!” the two quickly butted in with their annoyed expression.

“Okay! Okay!”

Katakuri ignored the claims of Oven and Daifuku. His undivided attention was all over Cracker, who proudly stood before him.

“What is it?”

“We…” Cracker turns to his brother, emphasizing the start of his sentence, “I said it, okay?” he turned to Katakuri when his brothers nodded, giving him thumbs up. “Well, earlier, there were pirates who entered the territory of Mama, and they seemed to attack the land where the big sister is residing.….”

Upon hearing the news, his brow quickly furrowed. “Tell me she’s safe,” he thought as he stared at the figure of his brother, that was relying on the events of earlier.

“I made sure that the weaklings are taken care of!”

Cracker frowned at the sudden unison of outburst, “That is not what we talked about!” He walks up to Oven and Daifuku, who are also surprised by their unison and start to debate.

In an instant, the three were now fighting over who was who, clearly everyone took pride in the ruckus that was handled well, especially in ensuring his wife’s safety. Perospero shook his head, staring at the three while Katakuri’s mind drifted to the news that Cracker broke.

“It was me who got there first!”

“Okay, Cracker, take that credit, but I was the one who took care of it.”

“Are you definitely forgetting the fact that I was also there?”

The rambling goes on and on; their brothers Katakuri and Perospero are just staring at them with no intention of stopping their bickering. It is a perfect moment for Katakuri to escape the shackles of the three. He knew that Perospero would let go of him quickly. He’s tired, after all.

“She’s safe,” he heaved a deep breath.

To see his brothers fighting over the credit of taking over the task is something he always sees whenever it concerns you. As a matter of fact, most of his siblings took a liking to you - especially the youngest, who always asks about you whenever he’s on the main island.

Katakuri is well aware that his mother is fond of you - especially your dishes. He could even remember very well the first hunger pangs that you witnessed; Big Mom craved your dishes, and in those seconds, he couldn’t think properly, especially when he saw you running towards his mother carrying the dish she’s been craving.

He can still feel the warmth of your body against his palm when he carries you and jumps midair to throw the food right into your mother-in-law’s mouth. That was the first hunger pang attack that you put a stop to with him, and the pride he felt how fearless you were in those seconds; indeed, he married the right woman.

Katakuri is well aware that everyone respects him, but to see how his brothers are close to you to the point of interrogating you just to find something that could be used against their big brother - Katakuri, at some point, they are convinced that everything is just pretension, but when they hear your genuine laughter their thoughts just disperse. Katakuri knew all of it because he’s been watching you from afar whenever he couldn’t bring himself to be close to you.

He cannot stand your presence; you are a breath of fresh air, and he cannot see himself encasing his lungs with such gaiety. You were the polarity to his being, a complete contrast to his character. He does not know what to say nor to react whenever you’re within his range: you always leave him voiceless. Those were the earliest memories of him meeting you.

“Hey brother,” he shifted his gaze towards Perospero, who grinned. “I can handle everything here; you can now go.”

Katakuri nodded, and without any fuss, he continued on his track, leaving Perospero with the work. He knew he had chosen the right person to accompany him in his missions; if it were between the three, it would be endless chaff.

His brother Perospero understands him, maybe because of what he witnessed during those trips. Katakuri is well aware that he was eavesdropping on their conversation with his little sister Brûlée through the mirror. Before they left, Katakuri entrusted your well-being to your siblings, which they happily obliged. Brûlée was the one who updated him about you; she even went to the length of asking Katakuri to speak with you, to which Perospero nodded behind closed doors.

“Big brother, why don’t you check on her? She sometimes fell asleep in the living room with a book in her hand,” Brûlée once said. “I have come to notice that she frequently brings doughnuts with her tea. Are you influencing her with your love of doughnuts?”

As much as he was eager to hear your voice and talk with you, Katakuri restrained himself. It is not because it might taint his mighty image, but rather, with you around, Katakuri could lose his tongue, leaving him voiceless, not to mention how privy his siblings are. He does not want you to endure the same intensity of teasing as he does.

Katakuri took the shortest way possible, avoiding his siblings, for he could not waste another second. Cracker, Oven, and Daifuku took so much of his time poking fun at him. There is only one thing that his very essence has been telling him, and that is the woman he left for too long. Katakuri could see his mother tomorrow, but for now, his sanity would be at peace to see the person he longed to share the bed with. 

He’s been itching to step on the land that you were residing on. Despite the protest of his brothers for his sudden action Katakuri knew that no harm would be done. He could see the future, after all. Although they were told by their mother to rest on the main island, Katakuri’s firm resolution is evident; he could not wait for the sun to rise - he had to see his wife. In every worse, best, and in-betweens to be in the grace of his wife is what he needed the most.

In a span of months, he yearned for the voice, the warmth, and presence - he longed for you. 

Of course, he won’t leave without his wife’s knowledge, so when he asked for your permission that he’ll be on a five-month voyage, he could see the fear and unsettledness in your eyes, which disturbed him. The word of his mother is absolute, but if you had protested in those seconds, he’ll make his way and convinced his mother that his other brothers shall lead the voyage. He knew that you believed your words had no power over him, but in truth, he could alter his mother’s decision for your sake.

You are the other half of his identity, one way or another, you have the power over Katakuri; your words are important to him. It is as absolute as his respect towards his mother and loves for his siblings. 

However, you didn’t. In lieu, you gave him your blessing. He was hesitant, but when you assured him, Katakuri just could not bring himself to say it; rather, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. A way of him saying that he’s just thankful that you exist.

Katakuri sped up in his tracks when he saw the familiar house. The lights were still on, “Is she still awake?” he wondered as he made his way to the door.

A part of him wishes that you were awake, while the other one hopes that you’re resting in your room. Carefully, he entered the house with complete silence and made his way to the living room, only to see someone sleeping on the sofa with his head buried in his knees.

There, Katakuri knew who it was; he could tell from the color of the hair alone. In the distance was the person who he kept on thinking about. The person who accepted him wholeheartedly without any sign of hatred or prejudice, a woman of sunshine that didn’t faze when he was seen without his scarf.

The lady who was never scared of his appearance, bounty, or his identity as a wanted man. The person that Katakuri found comfort with, he could lower his guard around you. Ironically, he is known by his siblings as the strongest one, but within your grace, Katakuri’s knees wobble, he trembles, and eventually weakens. Indeed, he can be the firm person in the eyes of his family; however, in your vision, he’s always on his knees – constantly needing your shelter.

He slowly made his way and stood behind you, thoughts running wild as to why you were resting in an uncomfortable position with only a blanket to fight the coldness around the living room.

The woman that could make him do everything, even if it means bringing the world into chaos, just to see her beaming with blissfulness. You were just too pure for the world, for everyone on the island – including him but as much as he hated to admit it, Katakuri can be the most selfish man to exist when it comes to you – he wants to be your first and last. 

There’s no day he had never thought about you. Throughout his voyage, he constantly thinks about that one woman whom he’s looking forward to seeing once he’s back.

His wife.

You fell asleep waiting for him, which means the thought he wished for a while ago is far from the sight that greeted him.

It was you. His wife, covered in blankets, fell asleep waiting for his arrival.

“Waiting for my arrival?” Katakuri dismissed the idea. His wife doesn’t know his arrival. If it were the first month of marriage, he would be able to understand it. Every night you fall asleep waiting in the same living room, and Katakuri has to carry you back to your chamber and tuck you to bed while he prepares his stuff, as he must take a shower before sleeping beside you. But he knows that you’re aware that he’s been away for months; there is no way that you were doing it every time.

“Did she do this even if I’m away?”

Thinking about the time that her sister Brûlée once said, everything finally connected. His wife has been doing it all the time! Not because it is your routine, but rather because you were waiting for him – every night.

Your actions never fail to leave him tongue-tied. Be it the little things, but Katakuri notices all of it, the little laughs, the glances, and even how you would giggle whenever he breaks eye contact, your reactions when you flushed… of all those things are being seen. But what he likes most is your way of showing affection; it will always be in the most unexpected way.

You – as his wife, continue to defy his expectation that he had come to surmise that it would just waste his time to think about your possible actions; whenever he tries to, it always differs from what he thinks.

Katakuri noticed the book half-opened, then the cup, which was almost half empty, and the doughnuts seemed to be untouched. Tea and doughnuts, these are what you usually prepare while waiting for him; Katakuri recalled the first time how he was caught dumbfounded on the dessert on top of the table while you were asleep on the same couch that he found you now. He could even hear you saying that it was his food to eat.

To witness that you’ve been doing the same thing despite the fact that his arrival is uncertain pours a great amount of rapture and love all over his being. You do know how to make him feel weak.

Katakuri took one doughnut and ate it in one bite; of all the doughnuts he tasted, nothing beats your own creation. It is his favorite. During his voyage, the staff that prepares his merienda tries their very best to imitate your way of making the dessert, but they always fail. Katakuri would just be lenient with them as he understands how hard it is. As much as possible, he just wants to eat doughnuts because once he’s back in his homeland, he knows he’ll be pampered by his wife with his favorite.

He turned to your figure, which eventually caused his smile to fade away. He saw how you were holding the jewelry that he inserted into your finger. That simple position made him recall everything; his silent vows as he held your hand to insert the ring, he suddenly thought of it.

I am not the easiest to love, but your kindness made me feel like I do. On this day and forever, I am yours to hold, to love, and to own. To be tied with me is exasperating, but I am eternally grateful for you to accept me as a piece that shall be with you always. The heaven and the sea may meet, but my affection for you remains superior above it.

Katakuri realized how two-faced he was to make such a vow only for you to suffer. He silently said his vow because he could not stand being listened to by the crowd; nonetheless, whether he uttered it verbally or not, the weight of his promise remained unchanged. 

Despite the ray of sunshine his wife brings, he knows to himself that there are times of darkness, and it irks him that he wasn’t there and most of those negative emotions you were dealing with were caused by him. His responsibilities are just necessary for him to work with, but he knew that while he was engrossed with it, you were cast aside thinking you were going to understand. It was unintentional, he never meant it, but it is still his fault. 

A pang of guilt hits him. He may appear as an obedient and perfect son in the same manner he was an irresponsible husband. To add salt to the wound, you never rebuked him for his shortcomings; rather, you showered him with the understanding that he believed he did not deserve.

The two of you knew each other way back. As a matter of fact, you’re the friend of Katakuri, where he can be the truest version of himself. He knows and is well aware of how kind you are, but it never crossed his mind that you were capable of sheltering him despite being hurt by the same person.

He could make his mother happy with his accomplishments, but that thought didn’t make him feel any amount of blithesome. Sure, he loves his mother, but his happiness lies with your being; to see you wrapped in pure felicity is Katakuri’s greatest desire.

As much as possible, he dare not cause you any pain. However, ironically he was causing you immense struggle in this marriage. The first month, he’s constantly away with interaction almost rare, and in the last five months, he was sailing the sea, conquering island to island while his wife was constantly waiting for his return.

Katakuri felt terrible. He knew that he was hard to love. But to see you being so patient with him, he felt ashamed that he was constantly taking your love without giving in return.

He bends, removing the blanket slowly to not wake you up. When he successfully did, Katakuri lifted you up, and he noticed how you felt, almost like a feather in his grasp.

“She lost weight,” he thought, eyeing you.

There’s almost nothing that changed; you were still a beauty to him. The long lashes, soft lips, the bouncy hair that he loves to twirl in his finger, and the warmth of your body. The wife of Katakuri sleeping peacefully in his arms, the doughnuts and tea, these are the regular scenarios he always encounters in his home. To experience it once again, Katakuri can definitely say that he is indeed back.

He plans to carry you back to the bed shared between you two, but right before Katakuri can take another step, he is surprised that you are staring at him, clearly disturbed by the sound of his steps.

“Was I too loud?” he whispered gently.

Perhaps it was because you were still in a daze; it was quite late for you to process everything. But when you did, Katakuri noticed how you beamed brightly just by laying your eyes on him; still, the traces of fatigued were visible throughout your face.

“You’re back!” eyes wide open, you squealed in excitement with a voice that denotes sleepiness and quickly jumped from his arms. “Have you eaten?” you turned to him, rubbing your eyes, and did some stretch with a wide smile.

Oh! How Katakuri missed that energy and demeanor. He cannot help but stare at you for a while before answering.

“I have eaten,” he softly answered.

You nodded, acknowledging it, and headed back to the living room. Katakuri follows his wife from behind, only to see you picking the doughnuts and tea. Just a while ago, you looked tired. But when he studies how alive you are in front of him, he cannot help but think how joyful you can be.

You picked it up only to notice your husband taking it from your hands. “Did you just arrive? Why don’t you take a rest first? Let me brew tea for you to relax while I prepare your things for the shower.”

“That’s not necessary,” he replies, following you around.

Katakuri couldn’t put himself at ease. The turmoil that’s growing inside of him just keeps getting worse, especially to see how you are so hands-on towards him. You tied your hair in a bun and took the things that Katakuri was holding, but he refused to hand them to you.

“Let me carry it… and please, I am not hungry,” again he says in a low tone.

“Oh shut it, I know how tiring it is to sail.” you took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen, “I know that looks very well, darling…” you grinned at him. “I can smell how weary you are from traveling… Anyway, Mama asked me earlier to bake donuts, so I made some extra.”

Katakuri could shut everyone from his family, but between the two of you, he is an open book. It astounds him how you can easily read him while he’s been concealing his emotions from everyone. But well, you’re not his wife for nothing.

“Then let me at least help you,” he volunteers.

Your bubbly face gave him a firm refusal, “I really want you to just take a break from your responsibility and let me handle everything here. At least in our home, you’re being dependent on your wife.”

Right before he could protest, he saw the determination in your eyes. Katakuri just sighed in defeat; he could never say no. Your treatment towards him is like he’s not the big shot of the family, where everyone respects him. But Katakuri also has his own weak points, and it just so happens that it is you. With you around, he feels good to be counting on someone.

You quickly took the plate of donuts and the cup of tea, “why don’t you have your shower while I prepare your food?”

“Nah,” Katakuri utters, pulling a chair and watching you as you maneuver around the kitchen. “I prefer to sit here and watch you.”

He tilted his head to the side when you looked away, saying nothing. As Katakuri loves to notice the little things, it didn’t escape from his sharp eyes the tinge shade of red that is evidence against your skin. At your reaction, he lowered his face, suppressing a smile.

Clearing your throat, you spoke without looking at him. “Take off your scarf for you to be more comfortable.”

Katakuri observes the surroundings, but right before he can see into the future, his focus is cut off by your voice.

“The servants are already resting in their chambers… I told them that they must take rest by ten in the evening as I also prefer to be alone. They must refrain from going out during the night,” you explained, placing a plate of donuts. “They are already bringing their necessities, so there will be no one to disturb you.”

“Oh,” was all he could answer before removing his scarf.

His worries dissipate for you to know how to keep them at bay. Katakuri met your gaze. He couldn’t read you - he may be able to see the future, but your thoughts seem to be harder for him to penetrate. Instead of looking away, Katakuri’s vision was still all over you until you pulled a chair and sat facing him.

You bend towards his direction, eyes still focused on him. “This is our home; you should not be wary whether someone can see you or not,” you continued with an unwavering tone of assurance and comfort and pinched his nose. “I am here, and I shall ensure that nothing will happen to you.”

He winced at the pain and rubbed his nose. Katakuri glanced at his wife; enough about everything about him. He just wants to be near you while you’re spilling all of your thoughts. 

“How is your day?” he queried.

“Fine,” you answer, walking up to him carrying his freshly brewed tea. 

“Your siblings visited me earlier, and I also got to see Mama since she wanted to eat the donuts that are baked by your wife,” you smiled proudly, aware that his mother is fond of your dishes. “I also spent some of my time with your mother as we talked about stuff - mainly about desserts.”

Katakuri took a bite of his donut, “Did her hunger pangs attack earlier?”

You shook your head, “Thankfully, no. But yesterday, it did. She was craving for a sfogliatelle, but it was taken care of by Smoothie.”

He was worried. As much as he wants you to roam around the main island, he fears your safety, especially when he’s not around, or his siblings aren’t there to accompany you. Of course, he tries to bring you with him, but when Big Mom’s hunger pangs attacked and you were almost one of the casualties, it struck him that above everything, his wife’s safety is what he must secure. When he saw that you fainted from helping a civilian and almost being crushed by Big Mom’s hands, he had to change the future because a life without the woman he fought tooth and nail for is simply a world of him – existing with nothing to look forward to.

Those moments are a nightmare he dares not relinquish again. He could withstand the idea of his mother going berserk and destroying the islands of Totto Land, but not when his wife was around.

As he starts to dig into the food, you stand up and say, “I’ll just prepare your stuff while you’re eating,” but right before you leave, Katakuri’s hand quickly wraps around yours.

You looked down only to see his eyes, almost pleading for you to be with him. “Stay with me,” he asks, holding your hand. 

Sighing, you nodded, and he let go of you. Katakuri observed how you made your way to bring yourself a cup of tea and sat in front of him. He pushes the plate of donuts to the center, an indication that he’s inviting you to share the food with him.

You picked a donut, “How’s the voyage?” 

He shrugs, nonchalant at the thought of his journey. “Just the usual, nothing too grand.”

“You must have been to different places and fought ships.”

“You could actually say that,” he nods, savoring his favorite dessert. “Life at sea is full of uncertainty, but to live with it is an assurance that a life of adventure awaits.”

“I could tell….” 

Katakuri is well aware that you were watching him; if there were any other people, they would not live to tell the tale. He stole a glimpse at you where he saw you with eyes twinkling in ecstasy while staring at him.

He looks away. He cannot stand the intensity of your affection. 

“I hope my siblings didn’t give you a hard time.”

“No, not at all! They are such a bundle of joy, they are also my family, and I am elated that they are always there whenever you’re away.”

Whenever you’re away. Most of the time. 

“Anyway, umm…” he lowers his hands and looks at you. He could sense your anxiety, and Katakuri halts in savoring his favorite donuts. His undivided attention is now all over you.

“What’s our problem?” 

Our problem. It is his usual line whenever you are hesitant to say something; Katakuri knows how important communication is, and although he’s terrible with it, he tries his best to meet you halfway.

Your troubles aren’t yours to carry alone. Now that he married you, it is also Katakuri’s dilemma. For better or for worse, he’ll be with you in every way, sharing everything, be it the best or whatnot. Of course, the same goes for his wife.

Eventually, you sighed, “I just want to know your thoughts about our marriage,” you paused, contemplating your sentence. “No, I mean, uh… do I suffocate you with my —”

He doesn’t like the end of it; Katakuri’s hand holds yours and gently squeezes it. “I am aware that I am difficult to deal with, but your patience is unwavering, for you to stay with me despite my shortcomings… I am eternally grateful that you chose to be with me. In each second of our marriage, I am silently thanking you for staying.”

It is the truth. But he never thought he could say it out loud; it is embarrassing as Katakuri is known among his siblings to be shy with women. This is the reason why Daifuku, Oven, and Cracker love to tease him for being married to you.

If it could ease your thoughts, then he’s willing to swallow the recessiveness just to assure you. 

You didn’t respond; rather, you placed a hand on top of his, “I could never trade you for the world.” 

A soft chuckle escaped from you as Katakuri quickly evaded your gaze, lowering his face and trying his best to avoid getting flushed. If his siblings know what buttons to push in order to annoy him, you do know what to do for him to walk in the air.

Katakuri just gently tightens his hand around yours. “I’m sorry,” this time, it was his thoughts that unraveled.

At his sudden apology, you looked surprised and confused at the same time. Instead of asking, you wait for him to finish.

Katakuri heaved a disappointed sigh, “I have come to notice my shortcomings as your husband… I promise I’ll be better for you.”

It’s been troubling him, and he dares not to spend a night with you without the worries being settled. It was his promise that you two swear; no one will sleep if there’s something to be discussed. 

There are no words he could say; he’s at fault. Katakuri is not the type of person to sugarcoat his misdeeds; he owns up and takes responsibility for them.

“The past months of being tied to me, you had to bear the struggle alone. I am sorry that you have to deal with all of it.”

His worries were met with a gentle laugh, and your husband lifted his gaze. “I understand how difficult it is to be the dependable brother, and please don’t say as if you had never done something for me… I do also have my own faults, but you never resent me for it, that I am thankful.” Katakuri noticed you suppressed a yawn. “Our marriage may not be perfect, but certainly it is one of a kind, and don’t be sorry for things that I am willing to do for you,” you replied, squeezing his hands. 

There was no hint of resentment in your tone, just a sincerity of understanding. Katakuri felt more guilty about how his wife seemed to be too perfect for him. Your patience is on a whole new level.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

His transponder snail rang; Katakuri was hesitant to answer, the two of you were just talking about the worries one another, and now, one of those worries just entered the scene. He glanced at you, to which you nodded in answer.

“Katakuri! How is the transaction? Mama is very adamant about knowing the full details,” it was his brother Perospero, who seems to be agitated. His mother’s voice can also be heard asking for his response.

“You can head outside; I’ll be here.” 

“Excuse me,” he says before leaving the kitchen; he lifts your hand and places a kiss.

It is not because of confidentiality that made him ask for privacy. Rather, he does not want you to see how everyone seems to be dependent on him. As much as possible, Katakuri also wants his wife to also depend on him; however, it is the other way around.

It was a lengthy talk with his mother, and when it ended, Katakuri went back to the kitchen only to see you drifting to sleep with your head on top of your arm. 

“I told you that it wasn’t necessary,” he mumbles under his breath, feeling mixed emotions regarding the effort of his wife.

He picks the empty plates and cups and washed them before placing them where they should be. As soon as he was done, Katakuri carried you in his arms as you leaned against him, finding comfort in your position.

“You’re indeed tired.” 

With you in his arms, he made his way to the room and gently placed you on the bed, and you moved, seeking the perfect position. Katakuri pulls the duvet to cover your body, and he proceeds to prepare his stuff before entering the bathroom.

Despite being tired, it is one of the general rules that you implement: if one hasn’t showered, then one cannot lie in bed. You are particular with cleanliness which Katakuri must obey.

After all of it, as he rested against the soft mattress, Katakuri could almost forget the discomfort in the ship, how the bed was too different to his liking, and how it was always lacking, for you were not by his side.

He ponders for a while, but later on, he just turns in your direction gently. He pulls you to his side and smells your hair, and places a kiss on it. He yearns for this. A night like this with you in his embrace is just what he needs after a dreadful journey of being far away. Despite being tired, he cannot bring himself to sleep; Katakuri drowned himself in his reveries while playing with your hair.

Contrary to popular belief, your political marriage was different because you were not forced… rather you also wanted it, which your husband is aware of, and unbeknownst to you, Katakuri was never the first choice to be wed to you, but he fought for it. Perchance, time will lead you to this information, but for now… it is his secret to keep and his family to conceal, for they wanted you to hear it from their big brother’s voice.

Tucking a hair behind your ear, he stared at your peaceful feature; he couldn’t help but trace his finger on your nose, down to your lips, then gently placed a kiss on your forehead when you gave him a smile without opening your eyes. Your hand made its way to his cheek, smiling – still in a daze, aware of the surroundings but too tired to open your eyes.

Every night since the two of you were married, he’s been doing it. That little habit of his has always been his secret; he makes sure that you are in a deep sleep prior to doing it. Apart from the fact that he does not want to disturb you, Katakuri has come to love this routine of his. In every edge of your features is for his finger to trace and for him to adore – alone. 

“Good night,” he whispers gently.

Eyes half-open, you tried to fight back the drowsiness to utter the words that you had longed to say for the past months. “Welcome back…” you groggily muttered, running your thumb on his cheeks, finding its way to his scar.

He can be the most reserved man in his family, but he’s the gentlest, another half that; you couldn’t ask for more. As he tries his best to meet you halfway in this marriage, all he can do is shower you with his fidelity in the silent gestures that bespeak how he devotes himself to you.

Katakuri traces the edge of your eye and buries his head on your neck, and drowns himself in your fragrance. He pulls you in a hug, and you do the same. In all places of the world, from the other side of it down to the islands of the New World, he saw almost everything; the beauty in each corner of the world and experienced the sense of satisfaction in every victorious battle he encountered, but there were no traces of peace in it. It didn’t comfort his very essence. Rather, it left him hungry for more. However, since the day you shared your world with him, Katakuri found his greatest treasure; in between your embrace is where his solace lies.

“I’m home,” he says.

fin.

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Captain Westergaard and his belowed crewmates

Shako - she is most known from being a mailparrot. She's also incredibly smart and stubborn - if her captain orders her to insist on a receiver to write him a letter back, she won't back up until she gets the demanded answer. She knows a few dozen words and can use it in context. She is being paid in crackers.

Mango - Mango is certified the best rat catcher alive. She also hates the whole world except for Hans - her sudden love for the former prince played an important role with him joining the crew of the Morning Star. When he got his own ship, she went after him. Don't touch her unless you want a few stiches.

[deliah-clarke]

Isaac Clarke x Apprentice (Platonic)- Insanity and family

Chapter 1 - Prologue BEFORE New Arrivals So I’m gonna change a few things in the Dead Space Remake storyline to better suit this story (such as Nicole is not gonna be a ‘hallucination’ and much more, it will be told in the perspective of 2nd perspective because the other perspectives didn’t fit her. And yea, I give my 2nd perspective characters not basic personalities.

warning: hallucination, death, gore, violence, normal Dead Space warning things, make us whole, insanity, mania, Yknow insane Unitologists bs (some warnings are for future chapters just so you know what you are getting into.)

UPDATE

USG KELLION en route to AEGIS SYSTEM

OBJECTIVES

DIRECTIVE A

LOCATE Mining Vessel USG ISHIMURA

DIRECTIVE B

DIAGNOSE AND REPAIR Communications Blackout

PRIMARY MISSION ASSETS

ISAAC CLARKE Engineering and Ship System Specialist

KENDRA DANIELS Computer Specialist

ZACH HAMMOND Chief Security Officer

CPL HAILEY JOHNSTON Security Personnel

CPL AIDEN CHEN Security Personnel

DELIAH [UNKNOWN] CEC Engineering Apprentice

“…Isaac….I wish I could talk to you, I’m sorry. I can’t believe what’s happening. Everything’s…falling apart here… It’s strange…such a little thing-” Pause.

“Is that her? Nicole?” One of Isaac Clarke’s crew members ask him, Kendra Danvers. As she walks up to the hologram of Isaac’s girlfriend, Dr. Nicole Brennan.

“Yeah, first I’ve heard from her in weeks.” Isaac says as he slightly turns his head toward Danvers.

“She looks…nice?” You say to Isaac, who was sitting down in front of you.

“That answer was really half-assed but knowing you I’ll take it.” He said in a slightly amused tone.

“Everything I do is half-assed.” You give an eyebrow raise and a smug grin. “That’s concerning considering your an apprentice to an engineer.”

”I’m concerning in general.” You blinked with a straight face.

The Kellion shook slightly as Chen interjected, “I would find your seat before you go flying put the front window, here we go—nice clean re-entry. Welcome to Aegis VII.”

You gave a slight eyeroll as you sat down on a seat next to Isaac’s. Crossing your legs a bit as you do so.

“Imagine six months staring at that chunk of rock.”

“To an independent miner, it’s paradise.”

“Hehehe minor”

Everyone gave a sharp but slightly confused glare at you. You gave a cheeky smile, “I-I don’t know why I found that funny.”

Sigh. “Alright Daniels, where is she?”

Daniels crossed her arms and leaned from one foot to another typing on the holographic screen in front of her, “There confirming visual contact with USG Ishimura.”

The Kellion drifted downward past debris most likely from the planet after the Ishimura had cracked it. To reveal not too far away the massive steely ship known as the infamous USG Ishimura.

“What a beauty, biggest planet cracker in her class y’know-”

You interrupted him with yet another snarky comment, “Hold on. I’m sorry but does he always say random meaningless shit no one really cares about or just when he fanboys over a ship?”

“You’re exhausting you know that?” Hammond glared.

“I’m not the one who can’t shut their mouth for four seconds.”

Chen cleared his throat aggressively to get the attention of the Chief Security Officer. “Sir, we’re in hailing range.” With a tap of his finger on the orangish hued panel he commend the Ishimura, “USG Ishimura, this is the emergency maintenance team of the USG Kellion responding to your distress call. Come in Ishimura.”

Silence

“Ishimura? Do you copy, this is the USG Kellion.”

“You ever heard of a full communications blackout on one of these things?”

With a glance toward Daniels he responded with a hint of a somber tone, “Never. Come on someone pick up the damn phone.”

Over comms a grueling guttural noise emerged into the Kellion’s transmission for a brief moment. Mixed with static and an unstable connection it was hard to tell exactly what that was.

“What the hell is that?” Daniels’ voice was quieter now, clearly unnerved about the audio.

“I-I’m sorry we’re going in that? Oh heeeeellllllll no.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Tch, yeah cause that tone sounded reassuring.”

“Well, it sounds like their communications array is busted… maybe a broken encoder. Deliah, Daniels and I can handle it in forty eight hours max.” He gave a quick gesture with his head toward Daniels.

“As long as one, I’m not left alone and two, it’s not dark I’ll be fine.” You scoffed.

“Alright Chen, take us in.”

Johnston spoke up, “Gravity tethers engaged, automated docking is a go.”

The Kellion began is descension as it was pulled in by a purplish-blue colored tether. The ship let out a slight creak and parked on the left side with a deafening clang, causing canary yellow sparks to burst out of the wall, causing both Isaac and you two flinch your head away, though his was more subtle. The alarms blared violently, electricity shooting all through the ship, emitting a grotesque, shrill cry. The vessel was rapidly thrusted inward to the Ishimura, pulling it forward at insane speeds. Sparks from the ship flew as metal screeched with a howling roar, splintering metal screeched at high frequencies. The crew was thrown and tossed maliciously in their seats as they attempted to steady themselves.

“Shit—Shit! We’re coming in too hot! It’s gonna smash us into the hull!” Chen exclaimed while veering the ship in a desperate attempt to avoid narrowly crashing into the Ishimura’s hull.

“There aim for the emergency stabilizer! There, that blue light. It might slow us down!” Isaac shouted frantically as he kept jolting in his chair.

“Drop the blast shields everyone brace yourself.” Hammond commanded urgently toward the crew, hoping this would be enough to keep the ship together.

With a deafening rumble the rammed shut, slightly muffling the horrifying outer hull of the ships. The whirring of the Kellion intensifies as the screen showing the outside of the ship only displayed the visible outside for seconds and went static. Leaving you and the crew completely blind. The ship vibrated, causing blurry vision and slight nausea from you.

As quickly as it began, the ship came to a decently quick halt, the ship giving up the last of its energy as it powered down. The lights dimmed until they went out completely.

“Everyone okay?”

”I’m good.”

“I’ll live, Johnston you alright?” Chen asked with a small amount of worry but did well at hiding it. The blast doors clicked and zoomed upward, leaving the glass with a greenish misty light and a worn-down “USG Ishimura” sign. A few of the letters flickered or weren’t even on all together.

“It’s my ankle. I think it’s broke,”

“Could be worse.” You uttered, still shaken.

“What the fuck is going on with flight control? That guidance systems a death trap.” Daniels barked harshly, annoyed and concerned considering they almost died.

“Better add it to the repair list. Chen what’s our damage?”

“Comms are down. Lost the port booster. We’ve got a fire on one of the stabilizers and the singularity cores a mess. Could be worse but not by much.”

“Then let��s get some help. Johnston stay with the Kellion, we’ll send a medic. Everyone else with me.” Hammond motioned a hand.

Daniels and Hammond gave a quick glance toward Isaac as they walked past him. Isaac bent down for his helmet and placed it over the top of his head, being his apprentice you also had the same helmet. Just slightly tweaked to help with the weight of it. As Isaac stepped out of the wirey, sparking mess which was now the Kellion, you followed suit closely. No one, you, your mentor or your crew knew what unspoken nightmares would be waiting for you in the USG Ishimura’s deathly cold embrace.

CHAPTER 1:

NEW ARRIVALS

Depending on how well this does I will write the next chapter. Might not I am not positive honestly. Btw this is the prologue not chapter one, that’s the upcoming chapter.

[mooodyblue]

Could I request something from the littles are known au? Maybe Austin has been feeling little the whole day and he regresses in the middle of an interview and he gets whiny because he just wants his mama. Maybe the crew babysits austin while we get there?

so cute! ty for the request 💗

wc: 625

masterlist

austin was not feeling it today. he woke up feeling that usual fuzziness in his brain, pushing it aside to get through his work for today. you knew how he was feeling, but he assured you he didn't you to tag along.

he was at his final interview for the day, taking a seat and adjusting his suit. there were a lot more people than usual around and it was making him slightly nervous. he tapped the arm of the chair as he anxiously waited for the cameras to start rolling, bouncing his leg up and down. "doin' alright?" he was asked. austin nodded. "just tired. been a long day." he chuckled.

he powered through the best he could, answering questions thoroughly and joking around like he usually does. he then got asked about you, finding himself missing you terribly. all he wanted to do was go home, hug his plushie and have a snack. people began to notice him trailing off, how he began to stutter slightly more and couldn't really get proper words out. austin knew he was slipping and he was slightly annoyed at himself for letting it happen during an interview.

the interview held his hand up to the camera, gesturing for them to turn it off. "you droppin'?" he asked.

austin let out a frustrated groan, putting his face in his hands and sighing. "'m sorry."

"hey, that's alright. you're okay, aus." he rubbed at austin's back. "we got you."

he whined in his seat, sitting up to take off the jacket to his suit. someone helped him take it off, putting it neatly over the chair. "want momma, s-someone call momma. please." the cameraman left to call you, explaining that austin was little and was calling for you. you dropped everything you were doing to head out and come bring you home.

"do you want a snack, aus? we can get you some animal crackers, does that sound good?" austin's lips perked up, nodding shyly. "oh sweet boy, i'll go get you a snack. your momma should be here soon."

he bounced his leg up and down in the seat, just wanting to go home. he missed you, but he was trying to be on his best behavior. once he was handed a little packet of animal crackers, he happily munched away, naming each animal he takes out of the bag to himself. he smiled at the cracker shaped as your favorite animal, pulling it out and holding it up. "'dis is momma's favorite. 'm gonna save it." he put it in his pocket as everyone around him cooed at him, falling in love with little austin.

"bet you really love your momma, huh? treats you well?" he was asked, trying to help pass the time.

austin nodded, digging through his bag of crackers. "momma loves ausie a lot." he said proudly. "some-sometimes momma lets ausie stay up late a-and if ausie's being a good boy, momma lets 'im have ice cream b-but not too much be-because ice cream makes ausie's tummy hurt." maybe he'll get ice cream for being nice today.

"ausie?" you rushed in. "oh, baby boy." you frowned.

"momma!" he held his arms open for you to run into, hugging him tightly. "look!" he pulled the small animal cracker out of his pocket, placing it in your hand. "momma's favorite!"

"aren't you sweet?" you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "you didn't give anyone trouble did you?"

"oh he was just lovely." the interviewer smiled. "wouldn't stop talking about you. i think he deserves a little ice cream for being a good boy!"

austin gasped, looking at you. "please momma? just a little bit?"

"only because you were a good boy."

[bitchwitch1981]

Happy Pedro Hours, Zelly!!

I've picked one of the incredible questions concocted by our lovely hosts to ask you: Who do you think is the best movie night buddy—Dieter or Javi G?

I'd also love to know: What are the snacks you're munching on (unless you're a snackless movie watcher?) and what movie would be your favourite to watch with them time after time? ✨

🌸 M, @toomanytookas

This is an amazing question! And not an easy one to answer.

I don't honestly think I could choose between Dieter and Javi G. They would both be so good to watch movies with for their own reasons.

Javi G would be coming in from the aspect of a fan. He's like a walking talking IMDB, he would have so many little facts about what ever you watched, and would be giddy with excitement at getting to share his knowledge with someone who enjoys movies just as much as he does. He would start off trying to keep quiet, maybe a little anxious that you would be annoyed if he started talking during the movie, but would get to a point where he is no longer able to hold it in anymore, and would just burst with all of the trivia that he has learned. When he discovers that you are eager to learn everything he has to tell you, the movie gets somewhat abandoned, meaning that you have to keep rewinding the bits that you have missed. Not that either of you mind at all. What should have been a 2 hour movie turns into a 6 hour education into the making of the movie, the filmographies of the main cast, director and writer, and a discussion on what you would have done differently if you had made the movie.

Dieter would be coming at it as an insider. He keeps quiet for the most part during the movie, but you hear him scoff every time the lead actor is on screen, because he went up for the role and didn't get it and he's still a little salty about it. After the movie is finished he then asks for your opinion, and is genuinely interested in what you have to say. Then he gives you all the juicy behind the scenes gossip. Who was sleeping with who, the backstage feuds, what the crew had to say about the cast, and he delights in your glee in finding out things so few know.

Do you mean to say that snackless movie watchers actually exist? How bizarre. For me, I need a bit of an array of snacks when I'm watching a movie. Top of my list is some Haribo, either Tagfastics or Gold Bears, and the need to be put in the fridge for at least an hour before the movie starts, because they taste better when they are cold. Some potato chips are a classic choice, I would probably go for something spicy. And finally, when I'm in the mood, I will ignore my lactose intolerance and have some cheese and crackers.

When it comes to what movies I would watch with them, it's different for each of them.

With Javi, I would love to watch Paddington 2 just because it is such a lovely movie. Or Gone in 60 Seconds because it is my favourite Nicholas Cage movie.

With Dieter, I think I would watch an old school British horror like The Wicker Man (1973) or The Witches (1966), something that doesn't rely on a lot of green screen, and I'd probably stay away from dinosaurs with him 😆

[angeart]

Are peaches furries because they have hairs all over them and hairs are the same thing as fur?

now this one. this one is fun. peaches aren't a furry, because they don't walk.

no, actually, peaches—and everything else with the similar qualities, such as kiwis and coconuts—are actually a little bit... fruity.

this means their category is gay.

so to answer your question, peaches are gay.

[axcel-lucci]

Secrets...?

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Previous part --- next part

My masterlist

A/N: @jadedrrose it's been a while :)

After the two had left, the crew helped dice cleaning up.

Of course they talked to him about various subjects, lots of it just asking him "how is (y/n) as a kid?", "Is this whole island yours?", Or "do you have pets?"

"My starling... When she was younger, her and her father always... Let's say they always cause mischief. Literally, there would be times I'd see them covered head to toe with mud and sometimes scrapes on her knees because they crawl around spaces in the forest..." Dice answered before staring out into the forest, "that forest's big. She even got lost before... Good thing Luci found her in time before it got dark... Also, they have a treehouse out there... Luci would ALWAYS renovate it... Even though (y/n) isn't here anymore... it's like he refuses to acknowledge her absence..."

"That's... Does (y/n) know...?" Ikkaku asked

"If she knew, she would stay here... I know that kid. She'd sacrifice the world for her father... And he'd do the same to her... Even Luci knows that, and isn't afraid to acknowledge it. So... Yeah, we ain't telling her. If she finds out Luci refuses to accept that she's gone, in this island, she'd stay. You wouldn't want that for your dear captain, would you?"

Law sighs before shaking his head, "but... She needs to know"

Dice shrugs, "she does. But not now. She's smart, I'm sure she'll find it out and would see the little hints Luci drops unconsciously. Also, don't worry. It's not like things like me hiding such a fact would hurt her dearly. Sure it would, but she never holds grudges that hard."

"Mhmm... About that." Law rolled his eyes

"Yeah, yeah what-" Dice was cut off by a loud explosion outside, "for fuck's sake, did they just break into the fucking bomb warehouse?!"

"What...?"

Looking outside, it was just (y/n) and Lucifer "playing" with firecrackers.

Something Dice never let them do by themselves because either Lucifer burns himself or (y/n) gets ashes all over herself, causing it to burn her skin.

Though this time, Dice just sighed and watched from the window, "you know what? They're old enough, they can manage. I just hope Lucifer doesn't burn his suit, that shit's expensive"

"Like you'd have a problem with that." Shachi snickered

"Yeah well, that's his favourite suit. He wouldn't let it burn, would he?" Dice narrowed his eyes.

Meanwhile...

"Yeah, and the trajectory of this would cause these crackers to scatter..." Lucifer explained before lighting it up.

"Just don't burn yourself, ain't that your favorite suit?" (Y/n) asked as Lucifer hands her his coat.

"Don't worry! I won't." Lucifer chuckled as (y/n) shrugs

"If you say so."

...

"I say after this, they'd be hungry as hell... That or they just go training and playing with sharper fucking swords..." Dice hummed

"Play...?"

"Yep."

"Since when did Lucifer-ya train her...?" Law asked, watching the two play in the snow with firecrackers

"I don't know, maybe... I'd say 7? I have no idea." Dice shrugs

Later...

"I... Don't have my axe... At least not anymore..." (Y/n) muttered sadly.

"Axe...? She wielded an axe...?" Law muttered as Dice hummed

"Yep. An axe double her size and heavier than her by a ton." He smiled, "she loved that axe to bits... But it was shattered to pieces by one of her uncles... It broke her dearly. And I doubt nothing could ever replace that axe"

"Oh? Why don't we make one instead?" Lucifer smiled as (y/n) looked at him

"What axe could have been better than Axcel...?" She frowned

"Oh, I don't know... Nothing could ever be better than the other... But I'm sure... You'll love this axe just as much." Lucifer shrugs as he uses his magic to form a great double headed battle axe, colored in black with a blue edge... (Y/n) will just tell you what it is; "here..."

Lucifer hands her the sword that is definitely twice her size and double her weight.

It took some time to process once she had it in her hands making her gasp, "a double headed axe, made with fine high carbon steel, coated with a black glossy finish," she smiled as she ran her finger along the edge of the blade, "blue magic coated edges to prevent it from ever getting blunt... Sharper than the world's sharpest knife.... A sturdy handle... A well known bandaged grip... With..." She gasped in realization, "MY NAME IN GOLDEN PLATING ON THE HANDLE!!"

Lucifer visibly laughed at her excitement.

She didn't even notice a blush started to form and warm her as she describe the axe in full and running her fingers along EVERYTHING as if fixated with the axe.

"Is it good?" He smiled as he placed a hand on his hip

She grinned, still continuing to lovingly stare at the big axe, "wait... Oh my gosh... The black finish has gold sparkles!!" She excitedly expressed as she turned the axe side to side to see the sparkles shine in the faint light

"Well?"

"This. Is. Fucking... PERFECT!!" she yelled as she hugged the axe and squealed, "imma name you axie!!"

Dice laughed a bit, "it's not everyday you see her be so fixated with these... you know? And it's really cute"

"It... It is..." Law sighed with a soft smile as she sees (y/n) excitedly expressing how happy she is with the blade... The biggest smile he's seen on her face.

"Well? Do you think you can adjust to it?" Lucifer asked

"Well... Let me see if I still got it." She hummed as she swung the axe around in calculated form and strength, "I think I got it. Hehe."

"Good. Want a round?"

"Alright! I don't know if I can adjust to axiel like what I did to Axcel... Though I'm sure that through time, I'd be able to adjust."

"That's the spirit, kid." Lucifer smirked

"Do you guys need a timer?" Dice asked as he pulled out a watch

"Oh! Yeah, two minutes." Lucifer nods with a smile

Dice chuckled and motioned everyone to get out of the space in the middle before grabbing his whistle, "alright... Don't go easy on each other, got it?"

"Papa, can you be a little not easy...? I'll try to adjust to this axe" (y/n) requested

Lucifer laughed a bit, "I'll try honey." He answered before summoning his own greatsword.

A big sword with sharp edges, same colour scheme as (y/n)'s axe.

"Ooohhh! Your weapon looks like mine! Just a sword...!" She points out making him nod

"Yep yep!"

"Alright, ready...?" Dice counted, "and... Go!" Blowing on the whistle, the two soon charged at each other.

But (y/n) was the first to land a hit which Lucifer effortlessly deflected.

Their movements were fast despite the big weapons they hold, sparks of metal clashing against metal soon filled their own little "battlefield", it's like as if they're in sync to each other...

Their movements were calculated and precise, as well as the position of their every move.

It was clear that if these two were to fight alongside each other, Lucifer would defend and (y/n) would offend, vise versa.

But now, (y/n) stayed closer to the ground as possible as to Lucifer who try to keep himself in the air as much as possible, one dives while the other rises.

It was like a dance of blades, a beautiful display of swordsmanship... Though their weapons are not mere swords.

"Holy shit..." The crew breathes, watching them fight.

For someone like (y/n), anyone would think she's only capable of little things and not helpful in a fight against one of the two leaders of a very infamous gang leader, Lucifer.

And yet, they fought as if they were clashing for the power itself, their own strengths rivaled as their eyes flare with the thought of a win.

That was until Dice had blown into the whistle, meaning that the time was up.

The two immediately stopped to breathe

While panting, Lucifer couldn't help but laugh, "you've gotten quick... Starling. That was impressive."

She laughed as well, "not too bad yourself for an old man"

"I am so not old." He smiled warmly, despite the raging cold outside the manor walls, it was warm...

Warm inside the manor, warm inside this room... Warm inside his heart, knowing that despite his flaws and errors, he's got a loving husband and daughter... All to himself.

"You should've seen your face when I struck you first! Hah!" (Y/n) laughed as Lucifer looked offended

"For your information, I was just taken a back. I didn't expect you to be that quick" he defended.

The two "argued" on who's much better...

Though for Dice, they were both perfect. His small smile as the two eagerly argued on who is more better... But he knew that how hard they try, they'll always be at the same level... It has always been like this. And he's glad it never changed.

"Some things never change?" Law asked snapping Dice back to reality

"Oh uh... Yeah." He chuckled

"I hope it's not too bad, we need to leave by tomorrow..." Law says, "our log has set and (y/n) has healed..."

"I know..." Dice sighed, "aww... We could've at least had a simple double date before you guys leave, would that be possible? I'd arrange all of it, don't worry."

"Hmm? That's fine by me but, I don't know if it's the same for (y/n)." Law answered

"Law!" (Y/n) called as she jumped into his arms, "did you see that? I was so much better than the old man!" She laughed

"Hey! I'm not old!!" Lucifer pouted, "Dice...!"

Dice merely laughed before nodding, "he's not old, just REALLY really ancient."

"Hey!"

Later...

"Oh! A double date...?" (Y/n) hummed as Dice nodded

"I think that sounds perfect!" Lucifer beamed with excitement, "that way we can get to know Trafalgar even better."

"Exactly" Dice nodded, "since you guys will be leaving tomorrow..."

"Ahh... That..." (Y/n) sighed, "sure. We can have the double date."

...

"Law, does this look alright?" (Y/n) asked as she stepped out of the bathroom in her room wearing a beautiful dress (it's up to you what the dress looks like)

"Oh... It's more than alright." Law smiled as he fixed his tie.

Dice has said that the date would be somewhere fancy, considering the two, Dice and Lucifer, likes spending a shit ton of money.

"Here... Let me help" she hummed as she fixed his tie, "there..." She giggled a bit

"Thanks" he leaned down to kiss her softly.

That's when Lucifer decided to burst open the room, "hey-! Oh..." He paused for a moment as the two pulled away from each other to look at him.

"P-papa!" She yelled in embarrassment, "learn to fucking knock!"

"Sorry, sorry..." He muttered, "anyway... Are you guys ready?"

She just sighed, "yes... We are..."

"Awesome! Come on!"

At the restaurant...

"Oh wow... I didn't expect that there's such a restaurant in this island..." (Y/n) hummed as a hostess showed them their seats, it was somewhere private...

"I know, right??" Lucifer grinned, "Dicey-boo just has a knack for finding places like these, ain't that right baby?"

"Definitely..." Dice chuckled, "come on... Let's sit."

Law, being the handsome gentleman that he is, pulled the chair out for (y/n) as she sat, "thanks..." She smiled at him as law smirked a bit before sitting beside her.

Later after they had ordered and settled in, Law noticed how fancy the restaurant is, and kind of wondered that even though they were infamous gang members, it's like the public only knew them for their money and fame.

"So... Law..." Dice called snapping him out of his thoughts, "how did you two meet?"

"Oh... I met her at a bar, she was a bartender there and there was a big commotion that prompted to her running away with us..." Law narrates while thinking

"Ah... I see..." Dice nods slightly

"Hey, Law... Quick question, what made you want to become a doctor? I'm sure as hell it's not to help people..." Lucifer muttered, "is that offensive? I guess it is considering doctors help people..."

"Actually... That's pretty valid, I wanted to become a doctor because my parents were one as well... Also my devil fruit requires some level of medical knowledge to wield." Law explained

Lucifer nodded and drank some wine.

"Law..." Dice called, turning to his serious look. It reminded (y/n) of what is about to come; "how much do you love her? I mean you'd understand, she's my only child."

Even Law himself knew it was somewhat coming before sighing.

"I love her. A lot..." Law said

"A lot can run out pretty quickly." Dice narrowed his eyes at him while crossing his arms.

"Dice..." Lucifer called

"And you live a dangerous lifestyle. How can I guarantee you won't put my daughter in any danger once you're both married?" He snarked

"Dad... No-"

"(Y/n)-ya... I'll handle this..." Law said as she sighed

"Alright..."

Dice raised a brow with a small scowl on his face.

"I may have lead a very dangerous lifestyle, but... I have lost so many loved ones that I am not letting that happen ever again" he answered, "I will protect her for as long as I am still alive. Even if it gets me killed because of it. Just this once... May I marry your daughter?"

Dice hummed and looked at law up and down to observe how willing he truly is.

When there was no indication that he was faking it, dice scoffed and closed his eyes, "alright. Under one condition..."

(Y/n) and Lucifer lit up for a moment and looked at each other with slightly wide eyes

'did he really just...?'

'he just did!!'

It was a silent conversation but it was... 'meaningful'?

"Anything..." Law nodded in determination.

Dice looked at law before leaning forward with his elbows propped on the table.

"Give me grandchildren" dice grinned innocently.

Law smirked darkly, "that can be arranged on our honeymoon..."

"Wait... What?!" (Y/n) gasped

[bloodgulchblog]

Is it ever specified or even shown how humanity was told that the war was over? Like, after the events of Halo 3, how tf did Humanity get over (if they did) the Covenant appearing and just glassing a solid portion of Africa?

(As usual, I answer this while explaining everything I know so my apologies to anyone who already knows some or all of it.)

I would hesitate to say that humanity got over any of it, really. There is still high animosity between humans and ex-Covenant species. We just see lots of major Halo characters trying really hard to preserve a fragile peace where they can. There is a multi-species city called Paxopolis that was built inside the Dyson Sphere at what used to be Onyx to support the research going on out there, but it's a major outlier. Candidates to live in Paxopolis are rigorously screened for being able to live with other species before being sent out there. Meanwhile on Carrow, humans and Sangheili are living on opposite sides of a desert and are on the brink of conflict pretty much constantly.

(Another interesting outlier, though, is places like noted hive of scum and villainy Venezia. Rebel-heavy human populations have so much bad blood with the UNSC/Earth that honestly the ex-Covenant doesn't feel that much different for them, and so you've got humans, Kig-Yar, and Sangheili able to drink in the same bars out there.)

As for just telling people the war was over? It takes a while for communication to travel to all the nooks and crannies of an interstellar civilization, even (or perhaps, especially) one as thoroughly ravaged as humanity was. We do have some canon examples of the consequences.

The worst of these by far was Operation SUNSPEAR. I hate to spoil a genuinely good book because I think Envoy is great, but at the time Reach fell a team of Spartans had been sent behind enemy lines. Their mission was to take out Covenant leaders and destroy Sanghelios with a NOVA planet cracker bomb. They figured out they wouldn't be able to get Sanghelios, but they did manage to post up over the colony world Glyke to await further updates on what they should do.

The team had lost all communications with their chain of command (and Earth at all) not long after being told that Earth was under attack by the Covenant. After waiting in silence and eventually becoming sure that Earth was gone, they destroyed the planet.

....And it turns out they did this in the weeks right after humanity signed a treaty with the Arbiter, because the news just hadn't been able to get out there yet and nobody could tell them.

The fallout from that happening is the central Problem of an entire book (...well, there's also a big ancient Forerunner weapon crisis at the same time, but that's just Halo Tuesday it's fine) and nobody is okay about it.

And speaking of the glassing in Africa, the title character of Envoy is Melody Azikiwe, who was very personally impacted. I was able to find this moment cause I remembered some of the wording, so:

The second example that comes to mind immediately is a lot less dramatic: There's a short story called Breaking Strain in the Fractures anthology in which a UNSC ship (the Dark Was the Night) has been stranded on the colony of Losing Hand for a long time, and relations between the UNSC crew and the locals are getting tenser and worse by the day. When things are coming to a head, they pick up some Covenant approaching on sensors and start preparing for the worst.

...And then when the "Covenant" arrive, it turns out to actually be a joint team of humans and Sangheili who tell them that the war is actually over, it's 2553 and it ended last year.

Last example I can remember offhand: we also know that this happened on the Sangheili side too. Jul 'Mdama ends up on a Sangheili colony that doesn't know the war is over, and breaks the news to them. (It was April 2553, so the war had been officially over for over 4 months at that point.)

[dangermousie]

Farscape rewatch 2x06 -Picture If You Will

Is it paranoia if it’s justified? John is getting more and more wary of outsiders and wants to protect what he views as his people - the Moyans (and I love that they are all family to him now) but seeing how bad so many entities they encounter are, his irrationality is not as irrational as it may seem.

What strikes me about this ep on rewatch is how insignificant Maldis is in the scheme of things, how despite his power, he is ‘unscary’ in comparison with other monsters in the Farscape world. So much of the show (for me) is really about how Crichton is gradually broken in every way possible: physically, mentally, emotionally. Ground to dirt and yet being able to go on again and to find peace and even restore some of his innocence by the end of The Peacekeeper Wars. This is also very true not just about the entire show but about S2 in itself which is all about driving its protagonist (literally) to insanity. So ultimately Maldis is small fry, compared to what Crichton goes through because of Scorpius, compared to what his love for Aeryn puts him through. Maldis has no subtlety. Maldis is a psychotic five year old pulling wings off flies. His threats are crude. He can kill but he cannot truly torment on a soul-destroying level because he is incapable of understanding anything not soulless. Yes, he gets a reaction out of Crichton by threatening Earth, out of D’Argo by threatening Jothee etc etc but it’s a very blunt sort of instrument he is wielding. Because his power is so great he’s never had to be creative. Crichton at the end of ‘Die Me Dichotomy’ or ‘Liars Guns and Money Part 3’ or ‘Different Destinations’ or ‘Constellation of Doubt’ or [insert name of ep here] is on a whole different level of anguish than what Maldis (who is ultimately only interested in dinner with a spot of revenge) can ever give him. I also find it interesting that Aeryn is not one of the people trapped by the painting. True, she is needed elsewhere for story reasons but I wonder how it would have affected John if Aeryn was also trapped there. He’d probably be a LOT more on edge. This ep also reinforces the fact that Chiana, for all her experience of hard knocks, is quite young. Young enough to get excited over silly trinkets, young enough to be really scared. You know what I love so much? The big brother-little sister relationship John has with Chiana is showcased again (and D’Argo’s caring). When she is freaking out, afraid of being burned because the painting shows it as the future, she is hysterical, demanding to be locked in the freezer. Aeryn (understandably) thinks it’s stupid, but I love the John’s reaction. He doesn’t care if it is. The little sis is freaking out and needs to be made better, however irrational what she wants is. It’s this innate caring in John that I love so much (and the caring that I think draws the other Moyans to him). It gets more and more curtailed as the time goes on, but no matter how few people it becomes limited to (basically just the crew), it’s always there. And of course, in the saga of John and Aeryn, there is that gorgeous, brittle pained scene where Aeryn jokes-not-jokes that she’d love Chiana off the ship and John asks her if she wants everyone off the ship, naming shipmate after shipmate, ending with asking about himself and she does not answer. That interaction is funny and not really lashing out on either of their parts, but there is an edge even there, hiding under the humor and it’s also underlaid by his own suppressed worry that she views him the same way, as useless trouble. It’s the hangover from the bitterness of the events of ‘Crackers Don’t Matter.’ 

And the scene after Chiana’s supposed death where he tries to comfort her (Aeryn feels guilt and also as possibly the most rational among Moyans, she always finds the mystical stuff hard to deal with; which is fascinating in light that it’s mystical stuff that brings her back to life eventually, the most rational person owing her existence to such irrational act - irrational not just in emotion and sacrifice but mechanics of it. OK end of digression.) But she lashes out in her guilt and he hits back, because none of them are perfect and can snap.

I know it’s not a fave ep for a lot of people (and I agree there are plot holes and the show acknowledges them in the end scene with Rygel and Chiana), but it’s fun to me.

PS A small but telling detail. When Pilot conveys the message from Zhaan to shoot Kyvan, Aeryn does it with no hesitation because John told her earlier to do whatever Zhaan said and it’s a seemingly throwaway moment but is says so much - of how good a team Moyans are now; they work like a machine when needed, of how Aeryn’s ingrained lack of hesitation in necessary violence and following orders is used for good (because now it’s not orders by psychopaths but instructions from people she trusts), the trust this shows in John - he told her she should do whatever Zhaan said and she did, and just...I love little scenes that reveal a lot.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And you're asking how the Easter parade in Gatlinburg went

INSIDE CATTANOOGA KLATSCHE, GATLINBURG, TN: To answer such a question as many of you were probably asking ... With partly cloudy skies for the most part, the day turning out rather beautiful, many of the trees in the Smoky Mountains starting to go into bloom for the most part, and a few of the black bears starting to come forth from hibernation.

It may not have been the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, or even those on the likes of New York's Fifth Avenue or the Atlantic City Boardwalk (especially in earlier, more glamourous times), but the choice of route (as in the section of the Parkway between the split of US 411 and 441 and the entrance to Great Smoky Mountains National Park--more or less Beautiful Downtown Gatlinburg, to paraphrase Gary Owens from back on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In back in the day) pretty much attracted considerable curiosity from the Easter weekend crowd in the Queen Mother of Tourist Traps.

In keeping with Easter Parade tradition, it was more or less walkabout all along the Parkway, waving to the somewhat confused crowd wondering what the whole was about to begin with (though you had plenty of meet-and-greet and selfie opportunities among the characters). Naturally, the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" led the parade, real informal like, no welcoming banner ... but even then, Kitty Jo couldn't resist the selfie opportunities. Or even Scoots, for that matter; it seems Scoots, considering his modest stature, must have something of a liking, even if his storytelling wasn't fascinating enow.

And you could imagine the reaction of the crowd to the presence of yours truly, Huckleberry Hound and Crazy Claws strolling the Parkway ... or even Augie Doggie on the shoulders of his doting Doggie Daddy ... Top Cat and clowder, with Choo-Choo and Fancy-Fancy getting their share of fan attraction ... Peter Potamus and his diving enterouge, with plenty of the crowd rather surprised that Peter was an amazing diver in his own right ... Penelope Pitstop, kissing plenty of spectators ... those Banana Splits, quite the cutups (even Drooper going into the "Super Drooper" routine near the Gatlinburg Space Needle, to the bemusement of fans) ... Scooby-Doo and crew ... perennial crowd favourites, the Hair Bear Bunch ... Lori, Gator, Braveheart and Inch High, Private Eye ... Hong Kong Phooey, with a silly little tweaking of tai ch'i ... Captain Caveman and his cousins, the Slag Brothers, "going ape" and liking it ... you couldn't help but resist the Skatebirds going the inline-skating act ... even Kwicky Koala taking things a bit on the Aussie side by throwing Cherry Ripe and Freddo Frog bars to the crowd, as well as packets of Throaties (a popular Australian brand of throat drops), not to mention The Bungle Brothers doing Abbott and Costello justice with their "Who's on First?" routine with George in Bud Abbott's role and Joey doing Lou Costello's.

(Seems that for some reason, some in the crowd were rather surprised to discover what said Cherry Ripe bars were like, basically mashed cherries, dessicated coconut and dark chocolate. And for a lucky few, Kwicky "himself" passed out boxes of classic Australian snack crackers Jatz and Vita-Weat.)

After the parade ended, or some resemblance thereof, Kwicky Koala got out a box of another iconic Australian staple--Sanitarium Weet-Bix cereal, not quite Shredded Wheat but rather interesting by itself. Even if they turned out a little like glue in the end.

And the Cattanooga Cats dishing up typically Southern smoked ham for dinner, along with cheesy hash browns, green bean hot dish--and Kitty Jo's storied chess pie for dessert. Washed down with lemonade blended with hibiscus flower extract--what could get more interesting, to begin with?

And you can imagine how the crowd felt at the sight of the parade, otherwise not promoted well beforehand.

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[info-gorillaz]

Monkey Business, Dazed and Confused, January 2001 (summary and main points)

Interview #1

Intro: The interview starts off with 2D knocked out, high on drugs, and nodding off into his sandwich. Murdoc wedges a lit cigarette into 2D’s ear. Dialogue is exchanged between Russel and Murdoc. Noodle’s Toy rams into Murdoc, resulting in Murdoc swearing at Noodle. The interviewer then details the origins of Gorillaz, explaining Murdoc’s, 2D’s, Russel’s, and Noodle’s backgrounds. Murdoc puts on a Black Sabbath album on a turntable, Russel then cuts it short by damaging his record. Murdoc and Russel sneer at each other, exchanging dialogue. Finally, playing the Self-titled, debut album ready to answer questions.

Interview main points:

Murdoc

-Murdoc states that music is all that counts, and that Gorillaz has no competition. 

-Murdoc explains that due to him saving 2Ds life, 2D owes him his soul. 

-Murdoc knew from the beginning 2D would get teenager’s attention, but Murdoc gets the women. 

-He explains the charts have been full of ‘turdy music for children’s parties’. 

-Murdoc recalls difficult memories from childhood, losing his virginity at 9 years old to a lunch lady. 

-Murdoc denies the accusations that he stalked Damon Albarn. 

-Murdoc came up with M1A1 when driving down an empty road going to his grandma’s house for Christmas, reminding him of ‘Day of The Dead’ by Romero. 

-Murdoc mentions he used to work at SuperDrug in the Elephant Castle supercenter because he thought he could steal drugs. 

-Murdoc tells a story of 2D throwing up on the back of neck after choking on a cigarette in his drink. 

-Murdoc states Gorillaz is not manufactured. 

-Murdoc recalls a time when he was held in a cell after going through customs.

2D

-2D left school when he was 11 to watch ‘American Werewolf in London’, ‘Fang Face’, and ‘Zombies Day of the Dead’, he was so scared he rode his bike home crying. 

-2D says if the pressure of fame gets overwhelming he’ll tell everyone to ‘fuck off’. 

-2D says ‘I’m not badly drawn’ in response to Badly Drawn Boy’s name. 

-2D doesn't doubt that he is real. 

-2D brings up Paula Cracker, Murdoc tells him to shut up.

Russel

-Russel states that even though he is possessed by his best friend Del, he cannot speak to dead rappers, and that it's just him and Del. 

-In response to what rapper he would battle he says ‘Dougie Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew’.

Noodle

[Noodle does not talk throughout this entire interview]

Outro: The interviewer leaves, later that night standing in a queue at a party Murdoc shoves in front of the interviewer saying “beauty before scum” the interviewer punches Murdoc. The interviewer explains his reasonings “sorry mate, didn't think you were real” Murdoc responds “larger than life pal and getting more real by the column inch”

[poorschilpad]

whenever i have some stale crackers or moldy bread or yoghurt and i’m wondering if it’s worth consuming, i simply ask myself WWTCOASTIROOPD? (that stands “for what would the cook of a ship that is running out of provisions do?”) and the answer is always that they’d use it. they’d give it to the crew. so i eat my stale crackers and offer them to my family only my family is not in the mindset of starving sailors so they pooh-pooh it. but i still eat them. i would survive at sea.