#especially for the archie run

[cable-salamdr]

HELP???????

If you do decide to go down the dark dark path I have no idea what I’d recommend first. It’s all so jumbled— or, rather, seperate, where almost every media is its own thing, so it’s hard to put together. I’d say watch Prime or watch playthroughs of games (or play them yourself, whatever rocks your boat) and go from there :]

Cable my page has flooded with Sonic. Cable, 🫵 this is your fault /lh

I just found this again and it has aged like the absolutely finest wine ever, hasn’t it? I’m still not sorry btw get sonic beamed 💙

[littlepikmins]

Getting into a special interest that has comics or is mainly comics is both good and bad cause it's like "yay! years and years of content to look at!" but it's also like "ick what the hell were they even trying to do during this run? Why was this character acting like this at this point? Imo this whole period sucked for the characters"

[cathalbravecog]

Really should be sleeping but I really just have to share that Archie my dearest finally got to Misty... At last they can see their bestie

(Their real objective is the destruction of Barnacle Bessie, the only being in existence that Archie feels negatively towards)

[m00n-d34r3st]

My favorite niche thing about mikey is how he always seem to be super successful when he takes on a career path he's very passionate about and is able to make a name for himself from literary below rock bottom nothing and it blows my mind how it's almost never talked about.

I want more of mikey girlbossing his way out of the sewer, and I need it now.

[fullsupersoniccircle]

shout out to the first online places i ever posted on, my beloveds guestbook of a Sonic fansite i can’t remember now and SonicVerseTeam

Okay, just to suit my own curiosity:

Please reblog for a larger sample size. It would be interesting to see the stats on this.

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

This is one of my favourite scenes. I think it showcases their characters so well.

How tender Stede is with Ed’s absolute chaos of a breakfast

Stede’s confident body language - he ‘did good’ last night

Ed’s calmness and vulnerability in sharing one of the darkest moments of his life, and how his belief in Stede’s love helped him live again.

I hurt a little that Ed is desperately and poignantly trying to tell Stede he wants to give up the violent way of life, but doesn’t quite have the words… but this will sort itself later.

But the little moment that gets me is the toast.

S: ‘Toast… with a bite already taken’

E: ‘… that was me.’

That was me.

First, it’s Taika’s delivery of the line. It’s so light and subtly funny. Ed’s almost pleased with himself. You don’t make someone breakfast and hand it over with your own teethmarks in it, Ed! But also, thanks for clarifying. In case it was Roach or Archie instead. Like, obviously it was Ed!

That was me.

But it got me thinking about life on ships, and Ed’s Hornighost memories in the gravy basket about Felix stealing food, and the severe punishment for that. Food on a ship would be tightly controlled. And the idea, you would take a bite out of another person’s breakfast, especially your Captain’s! It’s almost an act of insubordination.

Now of course Stede doesn’t run that sort of ship, and Stede and Ed are in an intimate relationship; but fear is long-lived, and Ed has grown up and lived within punitive cultures. I mean, imagine if he’d taken a bite out of his dad’s food!

To be so relaxed that he wanders down to the kitchens, gets food for his lover, but also his Captain, and eats some of it on the way. And openly admits to it with no bother… they’ve rekindled their previous domesticity, and more.

I think it tells much about their intimacy, but also how much Ed is healing from his past. They are just going to be that sort of annoying restaurant couple that constantly eat off each other’s plates.

Perhaps that’s a lot of overthinking about a piece of toast. But I love finding meaning in the minutiae. The little details that tell us so much about the character growth of these two.

There’s a bite in my toast!

That was me

That was me 💕

[slavdollz4mangione]

sunday morning 💌 - luigi mangione x reader

based on an ask i got, anon i hope you enjoy this <3

a/n: oh to be able to have this with lu :,) also added the cat because of @littlestl4mb changing the trajectory of my life by introducing me to the idea of cat dad lu <3

playing: sunday morning by maroon 5

the soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues. the faint hum of the city outside was muffled, as if the world itself was respecting the sanctity of this lazy sunday morning. you stirred awake, feeling the weight of luigi’s arm draped gently over your waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against your back.

the bed was a haven of warmth, shared not just by the two of you but also by your furry companions. your cat, a sleek tabby named poppy, was curled up at the foot of the bed, her tail twitching lazily in her sleep. meanwhile, your golden retriever archie, had somehow managed to sprawl across the floor beside the bed, his fluffy tail thumping softly against the carpet as he dreamed.

you shifted slightly, turning to face luigi. his eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he met your gaze. “good morning bellissima,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. his hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and lingering.

“morning, sleepyhead,” you replied, your voice soft and teasing. “you know, for someone who’s always so energetic, you’re awfully cozy in the mornings.”

luigi chuckled, the sound low and warm. “maybe i just like having an excuse to stay in bed with you,” he said, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. “besides, sundays are for taking it slow, no?”

you hummed in agreement, snuggling closer to him. “true. but i think someone else might have other plans.” you nodded toward archie, who had now woken up and was sitting by the bed, his tail wagging furiously as he stared at the two of you with hopeful eyes.

luigi groaned playfully, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “five more minutes,” he mumbled, his breath tickling your skin. “archie can wait.”

you laughed, running your fingers through luigi’s messy curls. “you’re such a softie in the mornings. it’s adorable.”

he lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “oh, i’m adorable all the time,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “but you’re especially adorable right now, all sleepy and rumpled.”

you rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “flatterer.”

“only for you,” he replied, his voice dropping to a murmur as he kissed you again, slower this time. the world outside could wait. for now, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other and the quiet joy of a sunday morning.

poppy, apparently unimpressed by the display of affection, stretched and hopped off the bed, padding over to archie, who was still patiently waiting for his humans to get up. the dog let out a soft whine, as if to remind you both that breakfast was long overdue.

luigi sighed, pulling away reluctantly. “alright, alright,” he said, sitting up and ruffling archie’s ears. “let’s get you fed, big guy.” he glanced back at you, a playful smirk on his face. “but don’t think you’re off the hook. i’m stealing you for cuddles later.”

you grinned, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. “i’ll hold you to that.”

the two of you moved to the kitchen, where luigi insisted on making breakfast while you brewed coffee for yourself and some tea for lu. the smell of sizzling (vegan) bacon and freshly toasted bread filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of coffee. archie sat obediently by the counter, his tail wagging as he watched every move luigi made, while poppy sat perched on the windowsill, basking in the sunlight.

once the food was ready, you carried the plates out to the small balcony, where a little bistro table was set up. the morning air was crisp and refreshing, the city still quiet enough to feel peaceful. luigi joined you, balancing two mugs in his hands. he set them down and slid into the chair across from you, his smile soft as he watched you take the first bite of your toast.

“good?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“perfect,” you replied, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “you’re spoiling me.”

“that’s the plan,” he said with a wink, taking a sip of his tea. “gotta keep you happy so you stick around.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “as if i’d ever leave.”

the two of you ate in comfortable silence, the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional distant car horn filling the air. archie lay at your feet, content with the scraps luigi had slipped him, while poppy lounged on the railing, her tail flicking lazily.

after breakfast, the two of you decided to take archie for a walk. the streets were quiet, the neighborhood still waking up. your fur baby trotted happily ahead, his leash slack as he sniffed at every tree and lamppost. luigi walked beside you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours until you finally laced your fingers together.

“you know,” luigi said, his tone light and teasing, “i think archie might love you more than me. look at him, showing off for you.”

you glanced down at archie, who was wagging his tail furiously as he looked back at you. “can you blame him?” you said with a grin. “i’m pretty lovable.”

luigi laughed, pulling you closer to his side. “yeah, you are. but don’t let it go to your head.”

the walk was slow and unhurried, the kind of pace that made you appreciate the little things—the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, the sound of archie’s paws on the pavement, the warmth of luigi’s hand in yours.

back at home, the two of you tackled the laundry together. luigi insisted on carrying the basket, even though you protested that it wasn’t heavy. “let me be chivalrous,” he said, pretending to be offended. “it’s part of my charm.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. as you folded clothes together, the spotify playlist you curated together played softly in the background, and luigi occasionally broke into a silly dance, making you laugh so hard your sides hurt.

lunch was a simple affair—leftovers from the night before, eaten on the couch with archie sprawled at your feet and poppy curled up on the armrest. luigi rested his head on your shoulder, his arm slung casually around your waist. “this is nice,” he murmured, his voice content. “just us, no rush, no stress.”

“yeah,” you agreed, leaning into him. “it’s perfect.”

as the day turned to evening, the two of you cooked dinner together, moving around the kitchen in a comfortable rhythm. luigi handled the pasta while you made the sauce, the two of you stealing kisses and playful nudges as you worked. the meal was delicious, though you both agreed it tasted better because you’d made it together.

by the time the dishes were done and the house was quiet again, the exhaustion of the day had settled in. you changed into pajamas after brushing your teeth and doing your skincare and climbed into bed, luigi following close behind. archie settled on his dog bed in the corner, while poppy claimed her usual spot at the foot of the bed.

luigi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “today was perfect,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “thanks for spending it with me.”

you turned to face him, your nose brushing against his. “thanks for making it perfect,” you replied, kissing him softly. “i love you.”

“i love you more,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible as sleep began to claim you both. and as you drifted off, the warmth of his arms around you and the soft sounds of your pets settling in for the night, you couldn’t imagine a better way to end a sunday.

[hyperfixatedhells]

hyperspecific sso nostalgia

"you have taken a dangerous fall" or falling off of a cliff so many times that you get taken back to your stable. also the screen turning red when this happened.

magic horses only turning magic if theyre away from civilization.

having to spam W or else your horse will slow down.

waiting for the bus and using the bus ticket.

using the circus ticket.

having to drag and drop items from your inventory.

jojo siwa at the disco.

spirit around jorvik.

collecting the stars and being so excited upon finding one.

certain horses being cold tolerant, [fjord, icelandic, etc] the others slowing down upon entering the valley of the hidden dinosaur.

finding gary goldtooth in the middle of nowhere.

low quality saddle bag pets and that stupid torn saddle bag.

not being able to stack items.

having to build reputation to progress.

the saving nightdust quest.

april fools updates, especially the 2016 supershire.

the summer bonfire event, the birthday event, the st. patricks day event, all of the holiday and seasonal events.

how the areas would be decorated for valentines day, easter, etc.

those things that would temporarily change your starter horses coat into all sorts of wacky things.

the barrel race in moorland.

the old filter.

the trailers being star rider only.

the closets being star rider only.

jumping being star rider only, and justin teaching you how to jump.

no jumping in towns/cities.

the original home stable.

waiting for the fairies and just BARELY missing it.

the baronesses racetrack being under construction for SO LONG.

jorvik not having any snow during christmas.

the 2017 character update and the ORIGINAL original character, plus the original weird looking starter horse.

horse island.

unnamed stable girl, the one that came before maya.

all of the old npcs.

when you enter a new area, the name of it would flash in the middle of your screen.

speed boosts on roads.

star stable news with ylva and matilda.

the loading screen stable cat who gave you tips.

the kallters.

having to build your reputation with the hermit to buy his horses and having to build your reputation with the kallters to buy fjord horses.

the iceberg and the seals.

the clothing and tack being basically unidentifiable until you hovered over them, because the items just had a gray or gold icon with what the item actually classified as. [aka what it looks like on mobile]

the fort pinta shark.

the global store not being around and having to buy things directly from the shops or the mall.

the infamous purple car and bulldozer that would run you over.

having to fill your houses needs multiple times a day plus the little smiley face mood thingy.

only being able to care for your horse near stables.

only having three uses for your water bucket.

unused furniture.

starshine roaming around greendale.

the "glue man" and the little girl in your stable singing during halloween.

wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

the chat filter being called phil.

stacy place oh god stacy place. also archie fails

all of the star stable commercials and ads, especially that one fucking disney channel commercial.

please add your own nostalgias onto this post i would love to hear them

[londonspirit]

David Jenkins Bluesky Fic (?)

(Is it really a fic when it comes from the creator of the show himself???)

As much as I love having him do this all (especially over such a long time), I need this as a text document (hope you don't mind, Sir @davidjenks [if so, let me know and I take it down])

I also edited it a little for easier reading.

1775. An editor comes into work on Christmas eve to find a manuscript on his desk. The title: A HISTORY OF PYRATES by Charles Johnson. (We have no budget so we’ll say the editor is played by Michael Stuhlbarg).

He thumbs through the draft: a scene where a silly fancy pirate robs a fern from some fishermen. Another where he crosses blades in the moonlight with the legendary Blackbeard. Another where they pine for each other from a great distance.

He thumbs further, grudgingly interested. These two pirates settle down with each other. The start a B and B. Huh. The editor is interested now. He reads the last third of the manuscript in detail.

Open on a beach. Nancy Sinatra’s “You Only Live Twice” plays (the track from the movie, this is important. It has the best intro and for some reason is only sporadically available on Spotify). We use the classic James Bond opening iris to find a now established inn on a beautiful stretch of beach.

White linen flows beautifully as it’s laid out on a table. Laid by co-innkeeper Ed, with great satisfaction. He lays out glassware. Perfect. Flowers. Perfect. He is content in this working meditation. He is precise in his adjustments to create beauty

Over the following: “You only live twice or so it seems. Once for your life and once for your dreams.”

Meanwhile, a cluster of frustrated guests attempt to check in with a flustered Stede. The inn has become quite popular. A well-heeled family has hired it out to host a wedding banquet.

They’re dicks. Very demanding. This is a Christmas event and they want everything to be perfect. Stede’s overwhelmed and put upon at the front desk, Ed’s nowhere to be found. (Song: “You drift through the years and life seems tame.”) The year is 1719, two years after the events of the second season.

The inn has become a bit of a bougie destination. A kitschy remnant of the bygone golden age of piracy run by two eccentrics who were apparently involved somehow.

Stede assures the guest of honor that their stay will be smooth. They’ve rented out the entire inn after all. The guest asks him if the rumors of his pirate days were true. Stede says they’re largely embellished. A marketing hook that has worked to attract attention.

---

First mate Jimenez (Jim to a lucky few) barks orders to the crew. New faces (tbd) in addition to old (Archie, Fang, The Swede, Lucius, Black Pete, Roach). Jim very much resembles Izzy in style with them own unique flair.

We see the ship has been rechristened “Izzy’s Revenge.”

Jim reports to the Captain’s quarters. They are approaching the English fleet, as instructed. “Yeah, well, great, fantastic,” says Captain Frenchie. “Initiate plan A.”

The English fleet looks at the approaching ship. Surely it can’t be pirates. No pirate captain is dumb enough to approach warships. They spy a white flag on the ship. The bridge appears to be on fire. The occupants seem to be merchants in distress.

Once aboard an English ship, Black Pete confirms they were indeed attacked by pirates. A Christmas Day attack no less. Clearly these pirates were godless and had no regard for a holy day. Lucius says they were bringing food and clothing to the poor on behalf of a Dutch merchant.

Tired and building a crib. Goodnight and merry Christmas Eve you beautiful bastards.

To be continued… *

The rest of the English fleet is dispatched to find and destroy the “pirate attackers.” The captain of the English fleet consoles our crew. Prince Richard has mostly cleared the seas of piracy. He’s parlayed the destruction of the Republic of Pirates into becoming Governor of nearby New York.

Jim says they’re huge fans of Prince Ricky. The captain tells them they’re headed to his Christmas festivity in New York City. Frenchie feigns surprise at this. He’d love to meet the Prince Governor. The captain laughs. His Highness doesn’t make a habit of granting average merchants an audience.

Roach holds a knife to the captain’s throat. Perhaps he’ll make an exception for these merchants. Captain Frenchie explains the survivors of the Republic of Pirates Massacre would like to send the Prince a Christmas gift. Pirates haven’t been abolished. “We’ve just become more cautious.”

The English captain laughs. No matter what they do, these pirates are dead. Smoke appears in the horizon. The rest of the English fleet burns in the distance. They’ve been ambushed by the other survivors. Five other pirate crews who’ve been biding their time since Ricky’s attack.

Jim invites the captain and crew to join or die. “You silly puta bitches. We can’t be wiped out. We have too much work to do.” Roach releases a carrier pigeon. The mainland should be alerted, the plan is in motion.

---

Meanwhile at the Inn, Ed regales guests about Stede’s murder of Captain Badminton and Admiral Badminton. He’s rewritten it to enhance Stede’s cunning and ruthlessness. The guests hang on every word. Why did he murder both brothers? Ed supposes he did it for love.

Stede interrupts and calls Ed aside. Can he please help make up some of the rooms? Stede is drowning. They’re at full capacity. Ed bristles at this. He’s really more of a “front of the house guy,,” they’ve talked about this. Stede says that’s not a thing. This is basically a two man operation.

Ed says Stede’s being melodramatic. That’s why they hired Applejack, an amiable drifter who helps with odd chores around the inn (again, as our budget is unlimited, Applejack is played by Kevin Bacon).

A guest asks for an extra room key. Stede calls for Applejack, who runs to the front desk to help the guest. Stede says he wishes he had ten more just like him. Ed mutters “I bet.” Stede asks what that’s supposed to mean? Ed says Stede gets nervous whenever Applejack is around. For some reason.

Stede denies this, but it’s clear he has an affinity for this handsome drifter turned handyman/bellman/bar back/chambermaid.

Stede: “Applejack’s a good man and a solid employee.” Still, even with the help, the inn has become a management feat. It’s been two years since they discovered the place and renovated it, and a little over a year since it opened to customers. Ed and Stede never dreamed it would catch on so quickly.

Ed: “People like that we were pirates mate. It’s one of the main things that draws a crowd.” Ed sees it as his job to tell stories of their buccaneering past even if he stops short of telling everyone he was the legendary Blackbeard.

For Stede’s part, he’d just as soon leave that life behind. He’d quit just as he was making a name for himself, which had been his lifelong dream. Better alive as Ed and Stede than dead as “Gentlebeard” as the couple were starting to be known in pirate lore.

How much time can one spend as a lawless brigand before their ticket gets punched? Their brush with Ned Lowe followed by the untimely death of Izzy Hands soured Stede’s romantic notion of piracy. Less and less in love with death, he was increasingly scared of losing whatever life he and Ed shared.

Ed bristles at the mention of Izzy. He clearly feels Izzy’s death was his fault. And he was always worried that he’d pay for the horrible things he did to one of the only two people on earth who truly loved him unconditionally. Some not small part of him still feels cursed by the loss of Izzy.

Stede tells Ed it’s better if they just let the past be and make this work. He thought the inn was their ultimate reward. They haven’t even gotten to build the bait shop addition yet. Ed: “Bait shop?” Stede: “Yes. Remember?” Ed: Why in the hell would we have a bait shop?” Stede: “You don’t remember?” Ed: “I said something about a bait shop? Must’ve been loaded, mate.”

Stede tells Ed it doesn’t matter. What matters is they have a full inn, an event to plan, and Ed needs to do more than obsess about linens (Ed loves the linen management aspect of innkeeping) and tell tall tales of their criminal past to guests. Ed doesn’t know who any of these people are. What if someone is looking for them? No more “front of house/back of house” bullshit. They both need to do everything to make this place a success. Applejack can only help so much, he’s drunk half the time.

Ed, chastened, says he’ll do what he can. Stede says he better. He’s not changing his life a third time, this place needs to work. He marches off to deal with a wedding cake delivery. The icing is melting in the hot Caribbean sun.

Ed decides to take a smoke break. He puffs his pipe outside, talking to someone off camera. “I don’t know, mate. Thought this was the thing. And I do love aspects of it. Flower arrangement. Linens. We spent a fortune on the linens, but god they’re lovely. But it seems like we’re almost… roommates. Coworkers definitely. We built the place together and that was fun. But the whole customer service aspect. And you know, I don’t think he even loves it? Spends half his time muttering in his sleep about The Revenge.”

Reverse to find Ed is talking to “Izzy.” Or his grave at least. Ed’s cordoned it off with a white picket fence and keeps it well. “I guess you’re right. I have a hard time just being content.” Ed explains that he does want the place to succeed, but he wants to do it with his partner.

He didn’t want the stress of the thing and the daily drudgery to pull them apart. The whole point of the thing is they could do it together without getting murdered. It was the ultimate retirement plan.

“Pff. You didn’t even know what retirement was ya twat.” Izzy’s voice, clear as day. Ed looks up quickly. No one is there.

---

Meanwhile, a pigeon flies through the rain

Over the sea

To land

To a city. New York City. It lands at a humble soup kiosk at what is now probably Doyers Street in southern Manhattan (aka Doyers Street Angle, great dim sum here in the year 2025 btw)

Auntie, serving several customers, spots the note on the bird’s leg before shooing it away. She scoops it up and opens a trap door in the kiosk’s floor.

A ladder goes deep down into the ground. Sounds can be heard. Party sounds. Bar sounds. Gambling sounds.

The colonies have been good to Jackie and Zheng, now business partners in the largest underground gambling den and speakeasy in history

The note is passed through the packed club. Wee John Feeney performs a Christmas number as fabulous his alter ego, Bloody Nellie Blaye

The note finds its way to The Swede. He can’t read but Auntie wouldn’t be hand delivering it if it weren’t important

Jackie opens the note at her table. It reads: “Today.” She passes it to Oluwande who puts it in Zheng’s hands at the roulette wheel.

---

Meanwhile, Governor Prince Ricky prepares his Christmas address to a wealthy audience. He reviews his remarks and wants to make more of a point of eradicating piracy globally. “It really was quite easy. Even China’s “greatest pirate” turned out to be no more than an easy mark.

---

Back on the Revenge. Jim plays with the ring around their kerchief, left to them by Izzy. They look at the ring from time to time. Silver and emerald. The emerald seems to grow brighter when the sea is choppy and the clouds set in.

They spot a simple, worn engraving inside the band of the ring: Teddy

No reference to Teddy among Izzy’s spartan belongings. Frenchie was given his scope and dagger, Roach his boots (though they didn’t fit), but the prize for Jim was kerchief and ring. Sometimes, oftentimes, they’d wear just that for Archie.

“Wonder if that was his father?” Lucius inspects the ring with Jim. “Maybe he was mateyed,” surmises Black Pete. Oh that poor bastard. The Izzy they knew was a lot of things but would have been a handful as a spouse. “Maybe Teddy’s why he became a handful.”

Roach “It’s Ed. Teddy’s another form of Edward. Or sometimes Tedward.” Fang shakes his head: “Captain never went by Ted. He’d rather be called shithead.” Jim catches a look in Fang’s eye: “You knew Izzy longer than any of us.” Fang nods. He knew Izzy longer than Blackbeard. Jim: “Who’s Teddy?” Fang: “I’ll never say. No one’s business but Izzy’s.”

Before they can press further, Captain Frenchie stands at the bridge. “Merry Christmas everyone. Welcome to the harbor of New York. Costumes on, we’ve some shit to wreck.” The Revenge indeed is closing in on New York’s harbor.

---

Stede has a cake emergency on his hands. Buttercream and hot sun don’t mix. At least, not without considerable effort. Applejack fans the wedding cake as Stede tries to remold it into something passing for elegant

Applejack tells Stede he’s doing a good job. Stede is literally sweating it: “Thanks Applejack. We really need this. They booked the entire inn out of nowhere. If this event works there’ll be others.” Applejack: “Do you like this? Running an inn?” Stede: “Of course.” But the moment he says it, he realizes he might not. Applejack: “Ed seems to love it.” Stede: “Really? What tells you that?” Applejack notes how Ed handles the linens, arranges the fine glassware. He’s quite adept at it. Stede: “If inconsistent. Interest isn’t Ed’s problem.” “Maintaining interest. That’s his issue.” Applejack: “And what’s yours?” Stede: “I get myself into jams.”

As Stede and Applejack attempt to right the cake, start Blondie’s Out in the Streets: “Oooooh”

Blackbeard wistfully studies Stede from the bar as he wraps silverware in napkins: “He don’t hang around with the gang no more. He don’t do the wild things that he did before.”

Ed thinks about Stede’s crazy pirate days. Sword fighting, treasure hunting, lighting dudes ablaze. Blondie: “He used to act bad, used to but he quit it. It makes me so sad. ‘Cause I know that he did it for me. And I can see. His heart, his heart is out in the street.”

Stede thinks he catches Ed glancing at him, but Ed appears to be just wrapping silverware. He watches his fingers work delicately: “He don’t comb his hair like he did before. He don’t wear those dirty old black boots no more.”

Stede looks at Ed’s lips, pursed in concentration: “But he’s not the same. There’s something about his kisses.” (Flash to Ed and Stede kissing passionately aboard the Revenge… … then flash to Ed snoring, asleep in the in, while Stede lies awake next to him much like his days with Mary) “I know there’s something missing inside. Something died. His heart. His heart is out in the streets.”

Ed and Stede make eye contact from across the room. Blondie suddenly stops. Ed: “What?” Stede: “What?” Ed: “Nothing. Just finishing place settings.” Stede: “Well hurry up this cake is fucked.” Ed: “Looks like you and Applejack have it in hand.”

Applejack: “Actually, could you get in here for me? I’m kinda making a hash outta this.” Ed thinks about it, then: “Nah mate you’ve got it. This silvers not gonna wrap itself.” Applejack says he’ll take over silverware duty. Ed comes over to help with the cake.

Stede and Ed manage to steady it, buttercream on their fingers. Stede: “Whoop.” Ed: “Thing’s a bleeding liability.” Stede: “Let’s get this thing over with. Maybe no more large functions.” Ed: “At least none with massive fragile desserts. Icing’s not bad though.” Stede: “Might give you the shits.” Stede: “The Carribean’s not known to be kind to cream based thingies.” Ed: “You did alright tho.” Stede smudges icing on Ed’s beard: “Ha.” Ed returns fire: “Don’t escalate this Bonnet.” Stede: “Don’t trifle then.”

They’re interrupted by a throat clearing. The groom’s mother, Hypatia, a wealthy, eccentric old crone glares at them. “If you’ve finished your flirtation?” Stede: “Oh. Yes ma’am. Just making sure this hasn’t spoiled.”

Hypatia looks unenthused. This inn wasn’t her choice for the function but she intends this to go off without a hitch. Stede notices that he hasn’t yet seen the bride or the groom. Hypatia insists they’ll be there. Most of the family has already checked in.

The family and friends have indeed checked in. They are an odd looking bunch. Moneyed, but eccentric moneyed. Some even look a little grizzled. Ed surmises most wealthy people look this way. Stede knows better. But who else is booking a wedding at a small inn in the Caribbean?

Stede says their money was good and they paid in advance for the entire place. So fine. Hypatia insists Ed and Stede be there for the ceremony, which starts in hours. Ed wonders why she wants both of them to be there. Rich people. They want the world he guesses.

Again, Stede is doubtful about their status. Their “uncle” just lit a match on his own stubble.

---

Governor Prince Ricky rehearses his Christmas speech as a crowd forms outside. He’s wearing a festive nose, shiny brass. Ricky’s speech is sober, anti-crime, anti-deviance. He’s become an abolitionist of all manner of social behavior since his attack on the Republic of Pirates

He orders his long suffering valet to fetch him a glass of water before his speech. His throat is scratchy. The valet retrieves a glass from the kitchen. On his way we see that almost all of Ricky’s house staff has been replaced. Roach, Olu, Wee John, even Zheng bide their time disguised as help

Outside the Governor’s mansion, among the crowd, a new small faction arrives. Jim dressed as a priest (their now preferred disguise), Frenchie as an elderly man, Black Pete and Lucius as roast chestnut sellers. Archie as beggar. All are armed and awaiting Ricky’s entrance.

---

Meanwhile at the inn, the guests mingle. Ed scans the room, and mutters to Applejack. “These rich wankers are exhausting. Can’t wait to get this over with.” Applejack nods. Yeah the Inn business must be hard. All of these people with all of these demands. He asks Ed if he misses the sea.

Ed shrugs. Sometimes. His leathers were feeling pretty heavy there for a while. He didn’t mind trading them for the crisp white linen suit he’s wearing now. Applejack: “Blackbeard in a linen suit. Who’d have guessed.” Ed becomes cagey. “Blackbeard? Where’d you get that?”

Applejack: “C’mon, it’s obvious. You have the hair, the same tattoos, it’s obvious.” Ed: “Dunno what you’re on about mate. You flatter me. I never rose above scallawag. Mine was a short career, that’s how I survived.” Applejack: “My mistake. Over active imagination I guess.”

Ed excuses himself to find a flustered Stede. The ceremony is about to start. Ed: “Well that’s good isn’t it?” Stede: “I haven’t seen a groom. Have you? Or a bride.” Ed: “S’bad luck though, seeing the bride isn’t it?” Stede: “I don’t even know who the bride and groom’s parents are. Isn’t that odd?”

The priest speaks up. A sober grey haired man with a glass eye, he’s massive in size. Almost a giant. Clears his throat: “If we might get started?” Stede looks around. Started? How? Ed notices everyone looking at them. Every guest. Their eyes are hard.

Priest: “We are here to witness the union of Stede Bonnet, aka the Gentleman Pirate and his partner in all things, Edward Teach. Aka Black Beard.” Ed (quietly): “Ffffuck” Stede: “Wh-what is um happening?” Every guest presents a weapon, a knife or gun. The Priest: “An admirer sends his regards. And regrets. For missing this special day.”

---

Meanwhile, Governor Prince Ricky finishes his glass of water and readies himself to walk out on stage. He strides out to greet the packed crowd, who cheer their tough on piracy Governor Prince. Jim handles a throwing knife. Frenchie plays with a pistol, at his side.

A long barreled rifle has Governor Prince Ricky in its sights. Spanish Jackie holds it, aiming carefully at Ricky’s forehead.

Ricky welcomes the crowd, and clears his scratchy throat. He takes out cards for his speech, but the first one seems to have been replaced. It simply reads: “Feeling ill?”

Ricky turns white. He looks over to find his valet staring at him from the wings. He flips another to another card: “It won’t be long now.” Ricky grabs his throat. He’s choking.

The crew members of the Revenge exchange confused looks. Jackie, to herself: “The fuck?” Ricky falls to the ground foaming at the mouth and shaking. The crowd panics.

One of the last things Ricky sees as he dies is his valet turning to leave. He flashes on the glass of water he just drank. We see another flash of the Valet poisoning it before handing to to Ricky.

Jim tries to get to the stage. “No no no it was supposed to be us!” Archie pulls them away. “It doesn’t matter who did it does it? The job is done.” Jim: “It matters.” But it’s too late. Authorities are surrounding the body. Even a symbolic strike would be suicide.

---

Ed and Stede are surrounded by fifty armed guests. Ed: “What the fuck is this?” Priest: “Recompense. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” An old woman slashes Stede. Her husband fires at Ed and misses. Stede punches the woman in the face. Ed kicks her husband in the chest, and pulls Stede out of the room.

Breathing heavily, blood running down Stede’s face, a fire poker jammed through the handles of the doors to the communal room. Stede: “Who slashes someone at a wedding?” Ed: “A fucking dead woman. You alright?” Stede: “I mean… no. But yeah.” The doors lurch. They’re coming down.

“You guys are the fucking coolest. Gentlebeard.” Stede and Ed turn to find Applejack. Stede: “What in the hell is happening?!” Applejack: “Are you or are you not Gentlebeard?” Ed/Stede: “Yes fine fuck whatever.” Applejack: “Knew it.” Applejack throws each of them a sword, and draws two pistols.

Applejack fires through the doors at the next big push. Ed: “Mate, are these folks with you or what?” Applejack: “Tell you later. We probably gotta kill the lot of them.” Stede: “What?!” The doors lurch open. Ed, Stede and Applejack do hand to hand combat with some forty remaining guests.

Reprise of you only live twice as Stede, Blackbeard and Applejack lay waste to a room full of hired killers. “You only live twice or so it seems. One life for yourself and one for your dreams.” It’s an ugly fight. Stede and Blackbeard end up slashed and punctured. Applejack as well.

“You drift through the years, and life seems tame. ‘Til one dream appears and love is its name.” Blackbeard grabs a lantern and smashes it, lighting several of their assailants, and the inn, ablaze. “This dream is for you, so pay the price. Make one dream come true, you only live twice.”

Ed and Stede run while Applejack covers them. They crash through the window onto the beach. Several assailants follow but Ed and Stede manage to lose them. “And love is a stranger, who’ll beckon you on. Don’t think of the danger or the stranger is gone.”

Applejack snipes the assailants from the porch with a rifle. Ed and Stede make their way to a nearby cave. They are chewed up, stabbed up, slashed, a bit burnt. But alive. Stede: “Well what in the fucking hell was that?!l” Ed: “Someone has it in for us.”

---

Guards swarm Ricky’s still twitching body. The valet is nowhere to be seen. One of the cards reads: The crew of Stede Bonnet’s Revenge did this.

---

Stede and Ed collect themselves and think of who might wish them dead. Ed: “Long list mate.” Stede: “Not for me. But those who wish me dead must really mean it.” Applejack happens upon the cave: “You guys that was nuts.” He hands over a bloodied envelope. It reads: “Stede Bonnet”

Applejack: “Someone left this on the front desk.” Stede opens it and reads. His eyebrows raise. A husky voice: “Dearest Bonnet. You don’t know my. But I know you. Oh do I know you.”

CUT TO:

A fancy writing desk. Military and naval trophies adorn the walls. An elderly hand writes the letter: “You have taken so very much from me and mine. So now I will take all from you and yours.” We scan the walls and pass a portrait. Captain Nigel Badminton, in better times (aka alive).

We pass a portrait of Admiral Chauncey Badminton. We pass many portraits of the other members of the Badminton family, all played by Rory Kinnear, men, women, and children, old and otherwise.

“We are a proud family Stede Bonnet…” We land on the letter writer. A verrrry elderly Sir Thomas Badminton. He is joined by his wife, Lady Eunice Badminton (both Rory). “And we will ride your kind directly into hell. After take everyone you love.” Eunice: “Advise him we’re taking his lover first.” Sir Thomas: “Yes dear.”

Back at the cave, Stede reads: “By now your crew will be hunted for the murder of a high official.” (In New York City, our crew slinks around trying to avoid detection).

CUT TO

A stained glass window. A familiar voice, it’s Mary Bonnet, arranging flowers in her Barbados home: “We know where your abandoned family lives. Where your children sleep.”

The cave. Stede looks up at Ed, ashen: “Mary. The kids.” Ed: “Guess we’d better get going then.” Stede: “This isn’t your fight. It’s not your family.” Ed: “Your fight is my fight. Your family is my family.”

Applejack: “You guys are the fucking best.” Stede and Ed turn to him. Stede: “Who exactly are you?” Ed: “Seriously mate, what the fuck?” Applejack: “I know I know, I’ll tell you on the way.” Applejack: “You were good to a friend of mine. So I’m gonna be good to you.” Ed: “Who?” Applejack: “You buried him on that beach. Let’s get going.” Stede: “At least tell us your name. It can’t be Applejack.” Applejack: “Theodore. Or Ted. No one’s called me either in ages.” Ed: “Thanks Ted.” Applejack: “All good mate. I’ll be outside.”

As Applejack leaves, Ed and Stede regard each other. Stede: “Can we trust him?” Ed: “Dunno. If not we’ll knife him quick.” Reprise of Out in the Streets: “He grew up on the sidewalk Streetlight shinin' above He grew up with no-one to love He grew up on the sidewalk.”

Wide of Stede and Ed walking off with Applejack: “He grew up running free He grew up and then he met me” The inn burns, bodies litter the beach. We pan to Izzy’s grave. A seagull lands on it. Blackout

---

We hear waves and gulls. And hollow sounding wind.

A different beach. All looks grey and washed out. A gull lands, walks apace. The gull’s tracks in the wet sand seem to morph into something other than webbed flippers. They eventually become imprints of human feet.

A naked man with long white hair walks the beach. It’s Nathaniel Buttons. But his eyes are icy blue now, his hair white as snow. He has no use for clothes.

He comes upon a figure lying in the sand. Two feet. Two legs. A torso, dressed in black.

The figure sits up with a start and a gasp. It’s Izzy Hands.

Buttons: “Dunna try t’talk. Yer in th’ gravy basket ol’ friend. Doggie heaven.” Izzy does try to talk, but it’s a useless rasp. Buttons: “Shh shh shh. We’ve much to discuss, luv.”

+++

Back where we started, many, many years later. The editor looks at the manuscript, pages scattered on the desk. Thoughtfully: “This is some wild shit.”

End of Christmas (Valentine’s?) special episode ?￰ﾟﾏﾴ‍☠️?￰ﾟﾚﾬ

[shadamyheadcanons]

Hi, this is only a what if question. Just for fun!

What do you think IF Shadow did succeed surprising Amy on her birthday? (The murder of Sonic the hedgehog)

Let's just pretend the birthday key doesn't exist

I'm running out of questions

For those who don’t know, in TMOSTH, Shadow covertly tries to buy concert tickets for Amy’s birthday. Unfortunately, she unlocks his train car before he’s able to. She’s touched by his gesture and insists on bringing him with her to the concert to apologize. Although Shadow dislikes the band, he begrudgingly agrees. Without the key, he might have been able to purchase the tickets in time, keeping the surprise intact.

I believe this would change nothing--in the best way.

Although Amy used the excuse of having ruined the surprise, I don’t think that’s really why she invited him. Guilt doesn’t make someone get all blushy and shy like this:

It wasn’t the surprise that won her over, it was his devotion. It’s possible she’d consider asking Sonic instead, but ultimately—pun intended—how could she? It’s the dedication. It’s how he remembered her favorite band. It’s how he’s willing to go farther for her than anyone else because she’s special, dammit! She’s worth it! Having him by her side is just one more reminder of what he did for her, one more detail that’ll make the memory a little more special. Shadow earned this.

And he can’t say no to her, no matter the era or continuity. From SA2...

“I have to keep my promise to Maria...and you.”

...to Shadow’s own game...

“I didn’t have any reason to help her, but...I figured...”

...to Archie...

“It’s decided, then.”

...and even in the Twitter Takeovers, non-canon as they are...

“[The concert] was fine...It was...noisy, and the crowd was annoying...but Amy seemed to be having fun.”

[1]

“Amy is quite...insistent. I’ll admit Amy’s enthusiasm does make [shopping]...bearable.”

[2]

He always caves. There are official writers in every corner of this franchise who get it, especially for TMOSTH.

She’d ask, he’d agree, and they’d have a wonderful time. It’s meant to be. Aren’t they always?

Thank you for the ask!

[xviiperr]

Detailed Headcanons: Yandere Sonic

TW: Stalking, possessiveness, murder, mentions of past trauma, manipulation, clingyness, blatant lying.

Is it proof read? Sorta...but I really just wanted to get this post out here cuz it's been on my mind man, I gotta share it!

Lemme know what you guys think! Feel free to comment, like, reblog, whatever! Thanks 🫡

Sonic wouldn’t be the most possessive guy out there, I’d say a score of 50/50. With a reputation like his and ego to accompany, he doesn’t feel the need to hoard you away from others entirely. Sonic lets you hang out with your friends and his alike. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s going to let you go Scott free, Sonic’s been through a lot. There will definitely be times where he has to know where you are, what you’re doing, what you eat, who you are talking with and..and..why you are hanging out with them…? Sonic cannot lose you to another catastrophic event. Even so, Sonic understands that regardless of his feelings, he cannot limit your friendships! And he also understands, to his own justification, you are prone to getting hurt by a crazy scientist (Eggman).

That's what makes Sonic a mastermind at disguising whatever disdain he holds for others in your presence, masking his anger or frustration with a quick smile or a joke. Whenever he’s in battle with much stronger foes that strike terror into his heart, Sonic usually covers this up with masked confidence or making a few jokes to comfort himself and others. Sonic does this in both the games and the comics. If you are a keen observer, you will notice the amount of times Sonic’s eye has twitched, others mistaking it for a wink or Sonic just being plain impatient. His eyes, feet and hand motions are what you need to pay attention to the most. The more Sonic taps his foot and waves his hand, the more agitated he gets and the closer to lashing out, especially if his eyes narrow and he brandishes a sneer. Sonic then makes it a point to get in front of you, as if he is shielding you from the perpetrator.

While Sonic tries to not display his possessiveness in public, he usually fails and displays his need to “subtly” let others know you're with him, openly with physical touch, covering it up as a comforting manner. His hand is usually hovered too close to yours, almost ready to grasp it at a given chance and Sonic has to stand close to your general area. Sonic likes to feel the warmth radiating from your hand, to know that you’re still here for him; if he’s involved with you romantically, he’s going to try to hold your hand or rest his hand on your shoulder as many times as he can. Platonic, his hand will hover the majority of the time, maybe give you a fist bump or a high five. Sonic wants others to know that you are with him, friend or partner. This goes hand in hand with Tails, caring for his brother by playfully teasing him and giving lots of fist bumps. A platonic involvement with Sonic would be similar to his brotherly relationship with Tails, except Sonic is way more protective.

In the Archie comics, Sonic treated Tails like the same little boy he knew when he was growing up. Tails looked up to Sonic like he was a hero, believing that his big brother figure knew everything this world had to offer. But it was when Sonic went with his motto in the Archie comics of living in the moment, doing what he felt was right at the time, shielding Tails from Fiona Fox and ending up dating her. In the long run, this helped Sonic’s and Tails’ bond strengthen, Tails becoming more than a sidekick but an equal. Tails expressed his disdain for how Sonic sheltered him from Fiona; Tails had a major crush on her. Sonic had assumed that his little brother had gotten over it but when it came down to a confrontation, the truth was revealed. Tails yelled at Sonic, stating that he hated him for what he did, especially with Fiona.

I personally believe that Sonic has a bad habit of assuming others want to go along with his plan, especially in this au. He understands that others have their own ways about going through difficult tasks, relenting and letting them take over the missions, (.i.e Rouge, Tails, Knuckles, Archie & IDW series) sometimes, but with you, he thinks that since he is such a dashing hero, you’d automatically want to follow along with whatever he has planned. Sonic’s done this for years! Why wouldn't you trust his superior thinking and quick-witted remarks? Don’t worry, you still get some say in what you think is a good idea and what is not but, don’t expect Sonic to completely place his trust in you once he’s this smitten. He’s seen terrible things happen and he hasn't been able to save everyone that he loves. Sonic believes he has a right to be paranoid, (in a way he does and TOTALLY uses this to his advantage) overriding your decisions in favor of his.

Walk away if you want to, run even, you cannot escape Sonic. You tell him to give you space, to leave you alone, he’ll say, “Alright, alright. I get it, I've been up in your grill, I’m sorry,” (he's not too sorry). He’ll give you that space, if only for a little while. Then, Sonic’s anxious thoughts kick in and he cannot bear the thought of you getting hurt by some crazy event, (cough cough Eggman). Sonic tries to keep himself in check, tries to not crowd you but, he ends up watching you from behind. As soon as you turn your back, he dashes out of the scene. “Didn't say anything ‘bout watching,” Sonic justifies. He knows that he has broken his word. Sonic also knows that this is wrong, stalking you and violating your wishes isn't the right thing to do. And he does it anyway because he loves you, Sonic loves you more than anyone ever will.

When beating up badnicks, Sonic in this AU doesn’t hold back his punches. It’s either them or you, and he’d rather keep you alive so he can dash on by daily, forget the plans you made specifically for yourself. He will join in almost any activity you do, Sonic doesn’t want to be away from you and needs to be a part of your life. If you have a strong resolve and refuse every time, Sonic will resort to stalking you so he can still be with you, (as stated before). What about murder? Now, it's quite rare for Sonic to be driven to murder. He values the excitement around him, including Eggman and his friends. That also includes interdimensional bad guys who seriously need to lighten up. “He-hey! Lighten up chuckles! Someone had a real bad hair day;” Sonic loves his puns and mocking his foes. But, as soon as your life is in danger by the same cause, multiple times…maybe it is just better to get rid of a fun problem.

“Hey Sonic, you took a little longer getting here, is everything okay?” It's not like you need to know. Sonic totally didn't take that one idiotic Mobian villain of the week behind closed doors and showed them how fast he can actually throw punches. Or that he knew how to cut a few limbs off with just a knife. And was so clever with hiding the body where no one could find it; there was a reason Sonic liked water every now and then. He was real glad he knew how to pilot a ship and get rid of the mess. “Yeah! Everything’s fine. Remembered that I had to take care of cleaning up something back at my place, no biggie,” Sonic replies back with a smirking shrug, dismissing your concern. Man, his shoes look a little darker than usual, almost brown. Must've gotten into some mud? Probably. Smells pretty bad, he should wash his shoes.

[jess-the-vampire]

Do you think Archie would learn glyph magic (if it's made a comeback by that point) like Luz did?

he technically actually already does know glyph magic, luz offered to train him since he was little and had no magic

at least till he had a palisman

archie isn't very strong at it, mostly because glyphs kinda have always made him nervous...

like light glyphs? totally fine for him

but as a little kid, using the others had some....wild results, like when he used an ice glyph and he created a pillar that broke a window, or when he used the plant glyph and entangled himself in a vine, or when he tried fire and nearly burned his hands

Archie basically lets his anxiety get the better of him and it drastically affects his glyph magic, which doesn't happen with his palisman

it's something he needs to still work for, especially if he ever runs into a situation without sterling, and ends up entirely defenseless

[poison-into-positivity]

Thinking about Lucius in Red Flags and how his narrative purpose kind of runs parallel to Archie’s in that same episode.

We know that Archie’s narrative role, among other things, is to show audiences that what Ed is doing is not uniquely cruel or evil in the world of piracy, but commonplace: “In my experience, this is kind of how these things go.” Not necessarily justified, but definitely normalized.

Lucius makes a similar argument in this episode, I think, when he tells Stede about his life on the other ships, it reinforces just how different “normal” piracy is from Stede’s method. Despite having several months of experience on a pirate ship, Lucius is ill-equipped to deal with life on other ships. He plays a similar role to the audience here—we also have really only been exposed to piracy through a Stede Bonnet lens, and so Lucius’s anecdotes seem as insane and outlandish to us as they felt to him.

The combination of Lucius’ and Archie’s respective experiences are really important here I think—these reminders of the “real world” of piracy help contextualize—but importantly, do not justify—Ed’s actions in the first two episodes, especially to an audience whose primary experience with piracy in this world thus far is one that is completely one-of-a-kind.

[headmateelevator]

hello again!! may we please have a level two pack (without orientations or front triggers) for this new fragment im trying to flesh out? heres the details it has right now!!

a wolf/dog? the colours blue and grey. fog/mist. water. waves and shorelines. gender is "nothing but with occasional ghosts of fem or masc." seems to like ghosts! and static? and heres bunch of emojis it seems to feel connected to! 🐺🌑💤🔉🐚💧🌊🌫🌧🌥☁️💭🎞📼🔌📺

thank you!! please take as long as you need on this pack!! i love this blog <3 -green anon!!

order up!

name(s) - Canine , Max , Lucy , Daisy , Rocky , Cooper , Canidae , Angus , Callum , Alaska , Terrie , Shepherd , Collie , ace , affen , affie , aidi , airendale , akita , aksaray , Alano , alex , alfie , amarok , amaruq , annie , apollo , archie , arianell , aries , armant , artemis , artois , ash , asher , aurora , badulf , bailey , bandit , barbet , bardou , barkley , basenji , bear , beau , bella , beowulf , biewer , blue , bluey , bolt , boris , boxer , brad , Isaiah , Virgil , Salem , Osiris , Azriel , Theodore , Elias , Oliver , Lukas , Sebastian , Michael , Uriel , Azrael , Abaddon , Castiel , Nathaniel/Nate , Malice , Wolfram , brenard , Boxer , Brittany , Wolf , Gray/Grey , Rex , Forest , Brownie , Kai , Bear , Snow , Snowy , Buddy.

pronouns - they / it / ey / em / er / ers / hy / hyr / hy / hymn / ae / aer / it / that / thing / vae / vaer / se / sim / ny / nym / th-y / th-m / shy / shyr / thy / thym / x / xs / sh* / h*r / shx / hxr / hx / hxm / thxy / thxm / thon / thons / arf / arf / awoo / ba / ball / ba / bark / bark / bite / bo / bone / cae / canine / can / cani / canid / canidae / canin / canine / cha / chase / chew / claw / co / collar / fang / fangs / grey / grim / gro / growl / grr / guard / ho / howl / houn / hound / howl / howl / hunt / lu / lupi / moon / moon / mutt / muz / muzzle / night / paw / protect / ri / rir / ruff / roll / rough / ru/run / ruff/ruff / silv / silver / snarl / star / teeth / walk / wag / wolf / angel / angels / alt / alts / hy / hymns / omen / faith / static / fog / ghoul / spok / ghost / spirit / sea / salt.

gender(s) - neutrois , ANALOGARGIC , ANOMALOTHING , unalimfort , ANALOGENDER , Casiboy , horrorloggender , ☆ » CREEPTHEDRIC , Camtromatos , Monichrine , Horrorslushie , Horrorigender , Horrorfem , Fogforestic , Forestgender , Forestwolfgender , Forestwolfsprintic , Howlgender , Neigean , Nightforfulmoonic , Northwolfic , Noxlibic , Redwoodgender , Sillywolfic , Snowfallgender , Aiaspec , Aingender , Aporagender , Asterfluid , Celestian , Cosmosflux ,

Demineutral , Demineutrois , Eafluid , Galaxian , Gender neutral , Genderflor , Gendersylph , Hydrangeaflux , Nebularian , Neumasc , Snowmoonlic , Snowynightgender , Starforestaesic , Tundrawolfgender , Wolfbitic , Wolfforestic , Wolfgender , Wolfmoonbodiement , Wolfmoonic , Wolforigender , Wolfpawic , Wolfplushigender , Wolfstarmoonic , Wolfthing, Horrormasc , Horrorhoard , Darkhyperfixic , Inhorsycic , Eldhorric , Horrorstorycollectic , Analoghorrorgender , Mascanalog , Femanalog , Analogender , ELDRITCHANALOG , PURIDITIC , altvocaldernic , ALDERNATE , notworthriskquoteic.

role(s) - anchor , sleeper , hygienist , protector , sibling figure.

species - wolf / dog , could be wolf / dog / human hybrid creature if using a humanish face claim or possibly some form of shapeshifter between. ghostkin.

source(s) - brainmade.

emoji(s) - 🐺 , 🌑 , 💤 , 🔉 , 🐚 , 💧 , 🌊 , 🌫 , 🌧 , 🌥 , ☁️ , 💭 , 🎞 , 📼 , 🔌 , 📺.

likes - night walks , taking naps , sleeping , staying clean , swimming , water in general , showers and baths , quiet dark rooms , music , moon themes , analog horror , old movies , the truman show , people x trusts , stretching in the mornings , ghosts , pets.

dislikes - being too hot , having to talk in front of too many people , people vae don't trust , stomachaches , being tired for too long , back pain (especially due to sleeping in the worst possible positions).

personality description - Callum is a rather friendly part , it keeps to themselves oftentimes , but when around someone x trusts arf can be semi-talkative , usually speaking about things such as movies thy recently watched , or old classics they enjoy rewatching often. they also have an interest in analog horror and horror medias in general. teeth often tries to keep to an alright sleep routine , though cani can mess it up easily by taking naps in the middle of the day if star feels like doing so.

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[leggerefiore]

any short ideas on how some of the characters (including lucy would be nice but it isn’t necessary :D) fare against the cold? colress has a cooling system in his coat so he’d probably have a heating system too… and of course everyone has seen ingo handling the cold </3

a secret Lucy fan hiding among the masses....

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Colress, Lucy, Grimsley, Nanu, Volo, Archie, Maxie, Cyllene, Cyrus, Kabu

▲Ingo▼

● The older Subway Boss is well-adjusted to cooler temperatures. For one, the Gear Station stays a pretty consistent temperature always due to being underground, often skewing a bit cooler even with moderated air control. And, two, well, he lives in Unova. The region is known pretty well known for its icy winters. Many times, Ingo had nearly taken a tumble, walking out on the iced over sidewalks. He is well aware of how to bundle up and stay warm. That, and he finds his love of coffee quite beneficial here. The warm beverage helps keep him nice and heated. Though, he does get quite red cheeks in the cold. It is a bit cute to see. (Oh, and Chandlure is an enormous help in keeping him warm. The spooky chandelier hates to see him so cold.)

▽Emmet△

○ The younger Subway Boss hates the cold. He whines about winter and refuses to go out as much. Instead, he bundles up under a ridiculous number of blankets and runs a space heater. Ingo worries about him in this state. Unova's freezing temperatures are a maddening part of the year. Elesa watches him become a recluse in real time. The only thing that inspires him to face the day is his job. He loves his trains verrry much, so he will put on five extra layers and go to work. He has his Archeops cuddle with him to help keep him warm. Its plumage keeps it warm despite the whole half-rock thing. He loves hot chocolate, especially at this time of year, to stay extra warm. People assume he is downing coffee like his brother, but he is not.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 The scientist was familiar with all kinds of climates. Though, notably, he did originate from Unova. He knew the cold very well due to the shifting climate of the region. Winters could be particularly harsh… So, he made his Achromatic Wearable Console able to manage both highs and lows in temperature. Should it get too cold, the internal heating kicks on and keeps him warm. Though, honestly, he prefers the cold to heat. It reminds him of a lab environment. That, and being hot, quite impacts his focus. If it is especially cold, he pulls out a scarf the same colour as his blue hair streak, which is quite a sight.

💜Lucy🐍

🟣 This Frontier Brain? She hates the cold. Hoenn is a warmer climate with mild winters. She is not at all prepared for cold weather… In fact, to her, anything under 13°c (55°f) is almost unbearable. Much like her choice in a partner pokemon, she wants to curl away on colder days and just wait for it to pass. Her annoyance is skyrocketed by fewer challengers, too, in colder weather. She usually ends up wearing a jacket at 15°c (60°f) and huffs the entire time. At least she looks a bit cool in her Serviper themed jacket. In the battle of snake woman versus cold? Cold wins.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler is more than used to chilly winters. Hailing from Unova, he has seen insane winters and even faced a few without heating (due to various reasons). He is more than adept at handling the cold and seems completely unfazed, even in his usual attire of a suit. It is a bit shocking to see. Though, if it becomes too much, he has his Liepard come out as a warm water bottle of sorts. If it is entirely awful, his Houndoom is out and absolutely pressed against his side. Though, he never lets it reach his face. He does get a bit of red in his face, however. In truth, Grimsley prefers warmer climates. Which is why he ponders Alola some days. For now, however, he will deal with Unova's insane seasonal shifts.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 This old man? Does not mix well with the cold at all. Alola is his home, and he quite enjoys the tropical paradise's climate. Yet, in his last life, he ventured all over the world and experiences climates of all temperatures. He discovered quite quickly that he hated colder environments. A heavy coat over his suit made him look goofy when mixed with his cheeks as red as his irises. Many asked him if he was quite alright. He wanted to say that he felt like he was going to freeze to death, but he bit his tongue. No, Nanu did not enjoy those times at all. He was glad to be in Alola, where he did not even have to think about the cold unless something to do with Mount Lanakila came up.

💫Volo📜

⭐�� The merchant is more than adept at facing the various temperatures offered up by Hisui. Though, more often than not, the region offered up cold temperatures that would scare many away from settling. Yet, Volo dared to face this region's extremes with ease. For one, he simply had too much love for where his bloodline had settled long ago, and for two, well, he found himself enjoying the isolation the cold tended to warrant. It was even in the Icelands that he met his beloved partner pokemon. The little egg-like creature wandering up to him with such gentle eyes. Yes, Volo would dare say he even liked the cold. His body did not even need many layers as the Galaxy Team members demanded to face it. Though, he did have to get out a few extra blankets for overnight. (His Arcanine would suffice it truly grew to be too much.)

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Surprisingly, the Aqua Leader manages the cold well enough. While Hoenn usually faces mild winters, he is pretty unbothered by cooler temperatures. Archie does not even get out a coat typically, which scares some people when he is still wandering around in his wetsuit like summer is not long gone. Why is he so adapted? Well, the ocean gets pretty cold, and he loves the ocean. His Sharpedo is always pretty cool to the touch, too. Oh, and his team's hideout is an actual seaside cave. Archie guffaws at people's shock of learning this often enough. He is no wimp, of course. Unlike a certain someone he knows.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The Magma Leader hate, hate, hates the cold. There is nothing he can stand less than being cold. He wears a sweater in the sweltering heat of a volcano – This man cannot handle temperatures below 25°c (77°f). He simply is seen bundled up in the most mild of temperatures. Most people look at him like he is insane, even in Hoenn. His Camerupt comes out frequently enough for him to snuggle into and steal the pokemon's warmth. (His Camerupt quite enjoys this, of course.) His face is as red as his hair in truly cold temperatures, and he is utterly miserable.

🌙Cyllene🌌

🌕 The Survey Corps Captain is admired for her capable of facing many things without faltering to emotion or hesitation. However, she has one plain weakness that curses her. She hails from Hoenn. The Galaxy Team HQ is quite well insulated and even features heating – Something she dearly enjoys. She is far from used to the winters that Hisui provides her. The poor Captain braves the cold while attempting to pretend she does not wish to return to her homeland and enjoy a sweltering summer that almost could suffocate you to the dry coolness Hisui gives. She cannot bear the cold as well as she pretends to and refuses to let anyone know. Her envy for the Galarian professor being so bundled up is silent. At least, she is excited to hear a more “tropical” part of Hisui is to be developed… Perhaps she will move there one day when retiring from her work. (If ever.)

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss will never, ever admit that he cannot bear the cold. It will never leave his mouth – It will never express itself on his face. However, he cannot stand it. He grew up in Sunyshore – A bright, warmer place – He found himself despising that very thing and refusing to ever step foot inside that city again. However, one horrible piece remained a burden on him. His preferred temperatures. Most of Sinnoh was cool all year around, and he simply had to deal with that. Longer sleeves were simply his preferred management. Though, most Galactic members will note their boss's warmer attire choices, even if the temperature is considered moderate for Sinnoh. (Granted, the HQ is kept quite cold due to the various machines around, so many chalk it up to that.)

🔥Kabu🏅

💥 This old man… Well, he has lived in Galar for some time. Despite his origins of Hoenn, he has adjusted to the more temperate and cooler averages of the island region. Granted, he does still bundle up a bit more than expected in the cooler months. Their winters certainly are not comparable to what he faced in Hoenn. But he feels he runs hot, so it almost balances out. He finds the cooler temperatures as no real bother for him anymore. Though, when he first moved, it had been a bit of a shock. He would rather not think of how his poor his reception had been. Torkoal had been his literal hot rock during that time. Usually, he just puts on his coat and enjoys a nice warm meal to get over the cold now.

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CozyTober Day 8: Apple Cider Donuts

Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!reader

This is a continuation of Pumpkin Patch from last year's Flufftober Event

WC: 1.3k

warnings: none, just pure sweetness

an: we're all going to collectively agree not to mention the fact that I'm like a week behind in posting these, but I'm actively caffeinated and on a roll so we'll see how long that stays true

Your family didn’t have a whole lot of traditions growing up, and Steve’s mom tried her best but it was hard balancing work and a sick son, especially during the depression. That just meant that the traditions you made with Caleb were just that much more special.

Last year the three of you made the trip to Henderson Orchard for their fall activities. You had spent the whole day watching your son have fun and fawning over your husband and how amazing of a father he is. You carved up your pumpkins and thus began a new family tradition.

Caleb is six now and despite the fact that he is adamant that he is a ‘big boy’ now, he’s still your little man and you still want to take him out for a fun day together. Finally, the weather cooled down enough that it felt “fall-ish” enough to make the trip. 

You made French toast for breakfast with some chopped strawberries and vanilla yogurt and waited patiently for your boys to wake up and amble their way downstairs. Steve used to be an early riser, years of military service and the need for a strict regime made his internal clock kickstart hours before your own. A life of domesticity had dulled that clock and now it wasn’t as rare for you to wake up before your husband.  

Steve was the first of your boys to join you in the kitchen though, taking the mug of coffee from your outstretched hand and placing a kiss on your shoulder as he passed you. 

“You made breakfast?” He asked.

“Don’t sound so surprised.” you chuckled at him. 

Steve and you enjoyed a few quiet moments together. Both of you are silent, merely enjoying each other's presence. There was a time when you would have tried to fill the silence but after ten years together small talk just didn’t feel needed anymore. 

Your peace is disrupted by the thuds of tiny feet from above you, followed by a creaking door and then even faster thuds down the stairs.

Caleb turned the corner and ran into the kitchen.

“Mom, Dad! I woke up in my room and wanted to tell you about my dream so I ran to your room but you weren’t there which was sad, but then I smelled breakfast so I thought you would be in the kitchen so I ran downstairs and then I found you.” He rushed out in one breath.

“I’m glad you found us, buddy. Do you still want to tell us about your dream?”

“Yes!” He yelled, “I-” He paused, “I forgot it.” He shrugged and plopped down on the stool next to Steve. 

Steve ruffled his hair and placed a plate in front of him. Caleb wasted no time digging into his breakfast and like his father, demolished the food within minutes. 

Soon the three of you were packed into your car and on your way to the Orchard for some fall family fun. 

Caleb spent the entire drive there regaling Steve and yourself all about what his new friend Archie and he get up to on the playground. He told you all about how Archie wasn’t very good at running games or climbing games or games with balls but that he was super funny and “Soooo smart mommy, like smarter than Uncle Tony.” 

As soon as the orchard was in view though, Caleb quickly switched gears, “What are we gonna do this time Dad? Will there be goats like last year? What about the corn pit? The corn pit was fun, though I got corn in my shoe. Are we getting pumpkins again? Are we getting apples? Can we get both? I don’t know how we’ll carry both though. Maybe Daddy and I can take them to the car so we don’t have to carry them. Can I help you carry the apples and pumpkins to the car Dad?” If there was one thing you don’t think you’d ever get tired of, it’s the energy your little boy has. His curiosity knows no bounds and it’s something that Steve and you are doing your best to foster in him.

“Why don’t we look around a little first before making too many plans, okay bud?” Steve said to reel Caleb in and more importantly, to get him to breathe. 

The three of you take a lap around the place, looking at all there is to do and making a game plan for the rest of the day. Caleb and Steve have fun in the Corn pits once again, you help Caleb pet the cows in the barn and all three of you once again pick perfect pumpkins. This year you also check out the apple orchard on the far side of the property and get a large bag on honeycrisps, both to eat and bake with.

While you were over there you noticed a small white cabin-like building with smoke coming out the chimney and other people trailing in and out. You pat Steve on his shoulder and nod your head in the direction of the building.

“Why don’t you boys take the apples back to the car while I check this place out and then we can meet back at the tables near the corn maze to check in?” 

“Okay, Mommy,” Caleb yells before giving your leg the quickest hug in the world and then grabbing his father’s hand and pulling him off in another direction. 

You chuckle and head towards the building. 

When you get inside you’re met with a woosh of warm air and a spectacular smell. Looking around you see this place is absolutely full of all kinds of baked goods stacked on tables, along with a bustling kitchen team behind the counter kneading, icing, and plating all kinds of amazing culinary creations. 

You smile to yourself and step towards the counter, wanting to get a nice treat for your boys.

When you got into view of the tables you had told the boys to meet you at, they were already sitting there and your heart melted a little bit at the sight you witnessed. Caleb sat next to Steve on the bench, his head leaning against Steve’s shoulder and Steve’s arm wrapped around Caleb’s back. 

You felt a smile spread across your face and you quickened your pace to get to your little family quicker. 

“Well, aren’t you two just the sweetest?” You asked as soon as you were within hearing distance, both of their head’s perked up and they landed their eyes on you immediately. 

“We don’t have anything on you, Doll.” Steve winked at you and you took a seat across from them.

“You wanna know what else is sweet?” You lifted an eyebrow and looked at Caleb.

“Cotten Candy.” He replied matter-of-factly.

“That is true but I was thinking something a little more substantial.” You laughed and placed the boat of apple cider donuts on the table.

“Donuts!” Caleb yelled and began to practically vibrate in his seat.

“Go ahead, buddy.” Steve looked down at him and nodded his head towards the sweet treat, holding back a laugh when Caleb launched himself at the sugar-covered rings.

The three of you talk and share your treat until they are all gone and when Caleb wobbles his lip and bats his eyelashes at Steve, you all walk back towards the bakery and get more.

Caleb holds his donuts in front of him and walks slightly ahead of Steve and you, the three of you making your way back towards the main thoroughfare.

“So, are we keeping this tradition?” You bump your hip against Steve’s and look up at him when you ask.

He chuckles and pulls you into his side with an arm around your shoulder. His gaze stays locked on Caleb while the little boy ventures forward. “Yeah Hon, this one is for keeps.”