#meddler sans

[zombiegirl789]

@mish-in-a-marsh oc’s, Meddler sans and Mara!! :DDD

Meddler is a nervous cutie and Mara is a mean girl, I did a basic demon color scheme for her so nothing crazy. I definitely will draw more of them in the future! 👍

Everyone should go check out @mish-in-a-marsh and @meddler-sans their art is just amazing and comics are wonderfully laid out and made

Only took a month to finish, sorry about that..

(alts under the cut)

[mish-in-a-marsh]

to meddler Sans: do you drink water? You are a living battery

He doesn’t like water. He’s like queen, much more of a… battery acid gal.

What do you think happens if you put your phone in water anyway?

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[meddler-sans]

Heeyyyyy it’s the blog thing!

So this is a blog dedicated to Meddler!sans. His creator and the runner of the blog (So, me) is @Mish-in-a-marsh

I had to shuffle over some of the posts so a lot of the first ones will be reblogs. If you have further asks please send them here and not to my main blog. (I’m talking about asks for the ask comic, not asks about meddler. Those can be either.)

The first post of the ask comic is here,

And yes, it’s vague on purpose. I enjoy slow burn mystery plots, so don’t worry, all will be explained.

[noneuclydianpotato]

POV: You’re going to get flung at Mach 10 by a senior citizen

Hooooaaagh, I finally managed to put art block in a strangle hold long enough to do this and I am honestly feeling good about it. I’m not sure if the anatomy makes sense but I don’t care. It looks good.

The poor lad being face-grabbed is Meddler Sans by @mish-in-a-marsh (A message for them is below)

I would like to say, thank you for indirectly helping out of art block, I was struggling for ideas and I decided this. I do hope I didn’t butcher your son too much, and yes this is based off that one time we yapped about FNF (I dunno if you remember). Don’t worry about Meddler, he’ll be fine… probably.

[moongoblinsims]

.08 | the meddler | san myshuno slasher series

(day eight of the SLASHED challenge by @windbrook)

[solarmorrigan]

Hands Where I Can See Them, Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Here’s the thing: Jeff isn’t actually a meddler by nature.

He’s perfectly content to let people be. He keeps himself to himself and is happy when others do the same. It’s not that he’s never curious, it’s just that he asks personal questions sparingly. And he’s probably going to ask them even more sparingly in the future, because the last time he’d asked one, he’d accidentally broken up one of his best friend’s relationships.

In fairness to Jeff, that relationship was going to blow up sooner rather than later (that is, in fact, exactly what Eddie had said to him when they’d talked a few days after the incident in question; Eddie had even said that he thinks he’d needed the wakeup call, though he’d have preferred it hadn’t happened the way it did – the way that hurt Steve so much. All the same, he seems determined to make things right, so– maybe not the worst thing in the world?), but still, Jeff feels a little… guilty isn’t quite the word, but he doesn’t have a better name for the squirm of emotion in his gut when he catches sight of Steve at Melvald’s one evening.

He hasn’t seen Steve in over a week, now – not since he’d abruptly left Eddie’s place after being unceremoniously informed that his boyfriend (Jeff’s pretty sure that’s the train Steve had been on) is apparently not actually his boyfriend.

And it isn’t as though he or Gareth or Oliver had really hung out with Steve sans Eddie before, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t be willing; Jeff’s experience with Steve Harrington in high school had been peripheral at best, and though he hadn’t had the best impression of him at first, he’d actually come to enjoy his company since he started hanging around Eddie after that disaster of a spring break. He doesn’t know much about D&D (though Jeff suspects he knows a lot more than he lets on), and he’s not particularly into fantasy or sci-fi, but he does have a bizarrely encyclopedic knowledge of sports, and had been excited to learn that Jeff is into baseball and hockey.

He's just as bitchy as Jeff had always thought he was, but he’s also unexpectedly kind, and funny in a way that had caught all of them off guard, and largely seems like a solid sort of guy.

And Jeff just feels kind of shitty that the last time they hung out had ended the way it had, that’s all.

That is his main excuse for why he approaches Steve in the cereal aisle at Melvald’s at 8 p.m. on a Friday.

He clears his throat. “Hey.”

Steve turns, brows furrowed as he looks to see who’s trying to get his attention, clearly not expecting any kind of social encounter, but his expression clears a bit when he sees Jeff. “Oh. Uh– Hey,” he says. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I don’t seem like the type to eat breakfast cereal?” Jeff teases, and a little bit of the tension in Steve’s shoulders seems to ease away.

“More like I thought I was the only person lame enough to be grocery shopping on a Friday night,” he counters with a smirk.

“You might be,” Jeff says, though he keeps his voice warm. “I just stopped in to pick up some snacks for the weekend after– uh,” Jeff stops short; shit, why did he bring that up?

Steve stares at him for a moment, calculating, and Jeff sees the moment he makes the connection.

“Hellfire tonight, right?” Steve asks, his tone almost unnervingly neutral as he looks back towards the shelves.

“Yeah,” Jeff says, still watching Steve carefully. “Just ended about half an hour ago.”

Steve gives a slow nod. “How was it?”

And – well, there are two options from here. Jeff could take Steve’s polite interest at face value, tell him it was a good session, and let them both awkwardly get on with their nights, or… He could be truthful, and maybe see how Steve’s really doing (which would also be awkward, so it’s not like Jeff really has much to lose).

“To be honest? Not great.” Jeff shrugs. “Eddie hasn’t been in good form lately.”

He can see the curve of a sad sort of smile cross Steve’s face, just briefly.

“That sucks, man. Hope he, uh… gets his head back in the game soon, I guess?” Steve offers.

Whether he does or not will probably be entirely dependent on how his plans to fix things with Steve play out; Eddie hadn’t told Jeff much (apparently, he’s done accidentally flying his dirty laundry for the time being), but he had said that Steve had asked for a little time, and that they would be talking again soon.

“I think he’s working on it,” Jeff says, rather than digging into that particular can of worms. “And, uh… How are you doing?”

“Fine,” Steve says a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”

Jeff pauses for a minute, pursing his lips and staring up at the ceiling. Is he really doing this? On a Friday night at fucking Melvald’s?

“It just sucks,” he finally says, “that…”

“That you all had to see that I’m actually an oversensitive loser when you realized I’d basically made up an entire relationship and then ran out over it like an idiot?” Steve suggests, his tone so false and light that it sets Jeff on edge.

“That Eddie couldn’t see that he had something really good in front of him. That he completely fumbled it,” Jeff corrects him.

It’s only after he’s spoken that he remembers they’re in a public place, and that talking to one guy about his relationship with another guy isn’t particularly safe. He glances around, hoping it’s not too little, too late, and is relieved to find that the store is just as empty as it had been when he’d first stepped in. When he looks back to Steve, he finds him staring, brows furrowed like he’s trying to puzzle something out.

“Isn’t Eddie one of your best friends?” Steve asks at last.

Jeff shrugs. “Makes me qualified to point out when he’s been an idiot.”

Steve says nothing, just pins Jeff with that confused stare for a moment longer before turning back to the shelf, as if he might finally decide on what cereal he wants.

“If it helps at all,” Jeff says, more quietly this time, “the reason we were even talking about it is because I asked Eddie how it was going – the two of you dating. We all thought you were. We were– well, probably not just as surprised as you, but pretty damn surprised when Eddie said you weren’t.”

“That… actually does. A little,” Steve answers softly, cutting a quick glance at Jeff. “Thanks.”

Jeff shrugs. “It’s just– Eddie’s not– he’s not a bad guy. He gets caught up in things, and he forgets to pay attention, but he wouldn’t do something like that on purpose.”

“I know,” Steve says, not quite sharp, but not quite gentle, either.

“Sorry, I’m not… trying to talk him up. I swear I’m not here advocating for him, or whatever.” Jeff sighs. “You’re totally within your rights to tell him to fuck off—hell, you can tell me to fuck off—I just wanted to say that if he tells you he’s sorry, if he says he wants to fix it, he really does mean it.”

“Yeah. I know,” Steve says again, and this time he sounds gentle – a little soft and distant.

Jeff reaches up and clasps one hand over Steve’s shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before releasing him. “Anyway, if we’re not going to be seeing you at any of the regular places, you should come over and catch a game sometime.”

It seems like a given that Steve won’t be sitting in on anymore Hellfire sessions for a while, or coming to see their gigs at The Hideout like he had been (he’s already missed one, and they had all pretended not to notice the way Eddie had completely ignored the side of the room with the table where Steve would usually sit and watch), but Jeff finds himself unwilling to let go of his friendship entirely.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, glancing over again.

“Sure.” Jeff shrugs. “Offer stands. Gareth and Oliver’d be happy to see you, too.”

“They’re not into sports,” Steve says.

“But they can be bribed with snacks,” Jeff answers, and Steve gives a huff of a laugh.

“Cool,” he says, the first real smile Jeff’s seen from him all night beginning to cross his face. “I’ll give you a call sometime.”

Jeff smirks at him. “Will you have your people call my people?” he teases, and Steve reaches out to give his shoulder a light shove.

“Fuck off, man,” he snickers.

“Only because I have other things to do,” Jeff says, heading back down the aisle the way he’d come. “Night, Harrington.”

“Night,” Steve calls back after him, sounding a bit lighter than when Jeff had found him.

Feeling a little lighter himself, Jeff snags an extra package of Ho Ho’s on the way to the register. He figures he’s earned it.

Part 6

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[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - one hundred and eight | what are our options?

“San~ Where are you~?” You sang as you stood in your shared server and waited for him.

His name popped up in the corner of the screen and you smiled. He ran over from his room.

“Hi~ Sorry I’m late. I was about to join and realized it was time for Byeol’s dry food.”

“Oh, no problem. Give her a kiss from me when you get a chance.”

“She’ll probably jump onto the desk at some point,” he laughed.

About twenty minutes later, the two of you were working on your new hanging garden again.

“So uh… Yunho drove t/n to see her family.”

“What? Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Did they end up getting together finally?”

“So uh…”

“Uh oh. That doesn’t sound good.”

“It wasn’t-- why are you working at the edge of a cliff?”

“Because I need to fix the blocks over here.”

“Please don’t fall off.”

“I’m not going to. So what happened?”

“So um… she apparently was learning bass against her parents’ wishes when she was a teenager…”

“Wow. I didn’t know she was that rebellious.” You opened your items and stacked blocks together since you had run out of space.

“Yeah, uh… he sold her out.”

You gasped and accidentally threw a whole stack of blocks off the cliff.

“Did you just throw those?” He ran over and watched them fall off the side of the mountain until he couldn’t see them anymore.

“He told them?”

“Yeah.”

“He told her parents?”

“Yeah.”

“Fucking-- why?”

“Because she was keeping it a secret until she was old enough to leave, and he had a crush on her and didn’t want her to go without him. He panicked, really.”

“Holy shit…”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah.” You could hear the frown in his voice.

“I mean… if she never forgives him, he totally deserves it.”

“Yeah, he’s aware.”

You didn’t know what to do and walked around in a circle for a bit. “I can’t-- I just… Maybe you should have told him that she likes him before he did that.”

“If I knew he was going to do that, I might have.”

“Yeah… but then he’d be lying to her the whole time they were dating and I’m sure that’d suck.”

“Yeah…”

You groaned. “But she likes him.”

“Yeah.”

“What are our options?”

“Our options?”

“Yeah. What can we do to help them?”

“You still want to?” San laughed.

“Why not? They’ve liked each other a long time and if they do, they should find a way to get past everything so they can actually be together. Like, people can be idiots when they’re kids and then grow up and not be idiots anymore.”

“Are we sure he’s stopped being an idiot?”

“I-- true.”

“Hmm.”

You thought for a few minutes and then went back to breaking blocks near the cliff.

San chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

“I can’t think of anything else to do-- how could he tell them?”

“Well, it was more that he said it when he knew her mom was listening in on them. But… I don’t know.”

You sighed and broke blocks. “Wait, doesn’t that guy she knows… Mingi. Doesn’t he know Yeosang?” 

“He does?” 

“Yeah. They said hi to each other in the café one day and Yeosang told me that Mingi’s nephew is in his class.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Yeo brings him to the dance studio for Mingi because his sister works late.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” 

“Yeah, so if Mingi knows both of them: maybe he can help.”

“Does Yeosang have his number?”

“He has to. I’ll text him.”

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[4typercent]

🎵 Music Tag Post! 🎶

Thank you @marlowe-zara for the tag!

13 songs I've been listening to lately - in no particular order *oops, I have way more than 13, but to be absolutely fair, I added some as strong recommendations & most listened to after the main song listed

Stay With Me by In Flames (good if you want something slower but you still love them!, also look up Where Dead Ships Dwell, Ropes, Follow Me, Cloud Connectsd, Metaphor, Forgone Pt 1 & 2, The Quiet Place, Come Clarity, State Of Slow Decay, I Am Above, The Truth, My Sweet Shadow, We Will Remember, Only For The Weak, Free Fall, Alias ... just listen to them)

Last Resort (Reimagined) Falling In Reverse (seriously, listen to this!)

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

A Sailor's Tale by Orbit Culture (Mast of the World, Red Fog, From The Inside, The Aisle Of Fire, Open Eye, The Planck Distance, Halloween, Sorrower, & See Through Me are also listened to A LOT!)

Year Zero by Ghost (I love them, Papa is a babe, Witch Image, Cirice, Rats, He Is, Hunter's Moon. Bible, Watcher In The Sky, Call Me Little Sunshine, Faith, Waiting For The Night, & so many more are real bangers)

Anomaly by I See Stars

Torn Apart by Avatar (Bloody Angel, Going Hunting, The Dirt I'm Buried In, The Eagle Has Landed, Dance Devil Dance, Child, Secret Door, Valley Of Disease, Colossus, Smells Like A Freak Show, Hail The Apocalypse.. too many to choose from)

Atlantic by Sleep Token (also see Granite, Jaws, Sugar, Rain, Nazareth, Aqua Regia, Take Me Back To Eden, & of course The Summoning)

Måneskin feat Tom Morello - GOSSIP

Behemoth - Versvs Christvs

Chevelle - Envy (with Vitamin R, The Meddler, An Island One Ocean, The Red, Face To The Floor, Closure, The Clincher, Bend the Bracket, Piñata, Piistol Star (Gravity Heals),

NieR Replicant OST - Ultimate Weapon

Godsmack - Awake/Alseep

.

Yes, I went way overboard with some artists. No, I'm not sorry 😆

When it comes to music, I can listen to most songs, but sorrynotsorry, if it's "Top 40", it's not for me. I'll listen to opera before I listen to pop/r&b/rap. I could and have listened to In Flames all day and not get sick of them (seeing them again next month, super excited!)

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& anyone else that would love to play 🤘

[maskspurpose]

anon asked: (its valerie) i have no ficlet ideas but your ideas on watatatsu. i rotate them in my head like shapes.

//this is. something i suppose. trying to figure out tatsumi's voice was rather difficult. tfw when i realize the core aspects of what is appealing are quite hard to communicate through a short ficlet fdsjkfsadljk

CW: Vague references to suicide ideation in this one //

"Seeking solitude, Priest-san?" 

Tatsumi flinches as though he's been caught doing something forbidden and turns around to where Wataru is leaning against the wall. "I suppose you've caught me, Wataru-san. Were you hoping to be alone or did you need me for anything?" Tatsumi turns around fully, now leaning back against the railing of the rooftop, backlit by the streetlamps only a few levels below them, snowflakes dancing around his head. An inspiring image, were Wataru's chosen artistic medium a different one.

Wataru, disarmed by Tatsumi's simple question, now on the back foot, shrugs. "If you wouldn't mind the company, Priest-san, let me join you?"

Tatsumi smiles. "Of course not, please." He gestures into the empty space and Wataru happily settles next to him, leaning against the railing with Tatsumi and letting the cold wind blow into their face. "You seem fond of this place, I've seen you up here quite a lot at night." 

"And now you are here with me, Priest-san ☆!" Wataru grins. "Did you wish to keep me company? Or simply to admire the view?" 

"This late there is not much of a view to be had," Tatsumi says, lightly. "Perhaps ES would be a better place, considering how tall the building is."

"You wound me, Priest-san. Am I not a view to be admired?" Wataru pouts, playfully, and leans backwards to make themself shorter so they can look up at Tatsumi, whose pensive expression loosens before it turns into a soft smile. 

"Would you like me to admire you instead of the beautiful night sky, Wataru-san?" 

Wataru laughs. "Would you watch the stars with me, tonight?" With a shake of the wrist, they pull a rose out of a sleeve and offer it to Tatsumi. 

Whether or not it has much of a reaction is hard to tell-- Tatsumi's face had already been flushed slightly pink by the cold air, and Wataru regrets not having much prepared to offer him as a scarf. "I believe we have been doing so, Wataru-san, but if you're making a formal offer... it would be quite rude to deny you." 

Still, Tatsumi takes the invitation to lean in closer to Wataru, allowing the two of them to share warmth. 

"Truthfully I hoped to meet you here," Tatsumi admits after a few brief moments of silence. 

Wataru huffs a breath. "Whatever would you need me for, Priest-san?" 

Tatsumi makes an unidentifiable sound. "Curiosity, perhaps. I was wondering what led you up here, in the cold." 

"Were you wondering if I was in need of priestly advice, Priest-san?" Wataru attempts to sound incredulous, doesn't let the unsettling feeling in his stomach creep into his voice.

Tatsumi remains quiet for a while. "Perhaps being sought out for advice as much as I am means I've become somewhat of a meddler," he admits after a while. 

Wataru laughs, not quite certain how else to respond. How strange, to be thought of as someone in need of advice, how strange to be sought out. "I simply enjoy keeping my darling doves company, even if it's night. Perhaps I miss flying, sometimes. Not to worry, a superhuman like me is not in need of advice~☆"

Tatsumi nods, and leans backwards against Wataru, maybe seeking proximity, maybe simply seeking warmth. Wataru wonders if his jacket is enough to protect him from the cold wind. "Then let me simply join you for the pleasure of your company, tonight."

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[lavenrain]

in the same universe as this Pairing: Hongo/Milo Anime: O Maiden in Your Savage Season

Every Hitoto-san book has three things in common:

They have raunchy, crappily written sex scenes that have been said over and over to belong to that of a middle aged man.

They’re full of plotholes and depict the strangest views on normal every occurrence. Re: Berserker, the novel with a monster undescribed, yet so humanly written that, of course this is a metaphor. Right? Not according to a recent retweet from Hitoto herself.

They have the most passionately hateful or loving fan base online.

(Hongo never mentions it much, but her Twitter seems to be running itself these days.)

“Nothing interesting tonight, huh.”

Hongo contemplates while stretched out on the love seat in her room. It was given as a gesture of apology after a particular spat with her sister ended in hot oil spilling over a forty page handwritten manuscript. It wasn’t as though Hongo demanded one either, of course everything had been typed on her computer as well, but who is she to deny new furniture?

The brightness on her phone seers through her eyes, scrolling from the moment she’d stepped foot in the family home, until the doorbell rang for pizza. Scrolling and scrolling.

Nothing interesting tonight. 

The phone went black, and just now Hongo notices how hot the palm of her hand is. She’d give a million years off her life to rid her addiction to scrolling - even if the result will tank her popularity. 

The computer across the room was on, yet with no flickers or obnoxious notification sounds. The last she’d used it was her second year, her third opting for a laptop she’d won in an annual writing event. Writer Round Robin, who could write the best poem within the shortest amount of time? The competition nearly lacked her involvement as poetry didn’t suit her, although a certain group of meddlers prodded the location of a few childhood attempts and the rest was history.

Or maybe not.

[justiceheartwatcher]

☕️ SPEECHLESS ☙ Saturday, April 22, 2023 ☙ C&C NEWS 🦠

Good morning, C&C, and welcome to the Weekend Edition! It’s Saturday. Your weekend “great news” roundup includes: trans-friendly Bud Light executive falls from grace; Newsom sends National Guard to San Fran, sort of; Montreal’s vax-happy mayor strokes out; Jamie Foxx still in the hospital and not making his movie; Hunter’s lawyers try preemptive meeting with Delaware’s Attorney General; Grandma Garland fingered as the alleged meddler; corporate media breaks story about Antony Blinken meddling in Hunter Biden case; Joe Biden too cheap to pay for Twitter verification badge; New York Times bemoans Montana misgendering crimes against goofily-named trans legislator; court orders JPMorgan CEO to answer depo questions about Jeffrey Epstein; Mississippi judge orders state to accept religious vaccine exemptions; and Dr. McCullough explains why anti-vaxxers are now a formidable political bloc.

[pompadourpink]

Words made with conjugated verbs

Boit-sans-soif - alcoholic

Brise-tout - wrecker (usually about clumsy children)

Casse-gueule (adv) - risky, potentially dangerous

Couche-tard - someone who goes to bed late

Couche-tôt - someone who goes to bed early

Coupe-faim - appetite suppressant

Coupe-gorge - no-go area (n), cutthroat (adj)

Crève-coeur - wrench, stg likely to trigger heartbreak

Emporte-pièce - pastry cutter

Fait-tout - stewpot

Fourre-tout - holdall (bag)

Gagne-pain - job/bread and butter

Garde-manger - pantry

Garde-robe - wardrobe

Gratte-ciel - skycraper

Grille-pain - toaster

Je ne sais quoi - something different

Lave-linge - washing machine

Lave-vaisselle - dishwasher

Lève-tard - someone who gets up late

Lève-tôt - someone who gets up early

Mêle-tout - meddler, nosey person

Pare-brise - windscreen

Passe-partout - master key

Pisse-froid - sourpuss/cold fish

Porte-bonheur - lucky charm

Porte-clé - keychain

Portefeuille - wallet

Porte-malheur - "unlucky" charm

Portemonnaie - coin purse

Porte-parole - spokesperson

Presse-purée - potato masher

Qu'en-dira-t-on - potential gossip

Repose-tête - head rest

Réveille-matin - alarm clock

Saute-mouton (n) - counting sheep

Sauve-qui-peut (adv) - every man for himself

Sèche-linge - dryer

Serre-tête - headband

Sot-l'y-laisse - oyster (poultry)

Souffre-douleur - scapegoat

Tire-au-flanc - lazy person

Tire-fesses - ski tow

Touche-à-tout - jack of all trades

Trompe-l'oeil - optical illusion

Va-et-vient - to and fro movements

N.B.: All those nouns are masculine

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[mish-in-a-marsh]

Meddler *hands him cake and scurries away*

This is pink cake Stardew valley. ITS CANNON.

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[meddler-sans]

YOO hi guys I finally did it.

[noneuclydianpotato]

A drink with some good company

It’s my birthday today, but instead of getting gifts, I’m gonna give the gift.

I am just going to say this with sincerity, thank you. All of you my handful of followers, it means a lot to me that some people actually like my art. Even more so to the these two goobers

@mish-in-a-marsh , we barely know each other but I already like you. Thanks for just bringing good vibes, we all need someone like that. Even if you’re going through some rough patches yourself, just know that someone out there gives a damn.

@anovainspace , YOU. YEAH YOU. Again, barely know each other but consider this as a form of payment for drawing me some art of my old man. It has been my dream to see Script (tall) in someone else’s artstyle, and to see that happens means a lot. Truly, homie, thank you.

Meddler!Sans by @mish-in-a-marsh

Script! Sans aka Script(small) by @anovainspace

Dancing Script aka Script(tall) and his symbiote are mine

Oh best part is that this drawing is going to have more in i-

[callmemana]

Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall: Meet Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky

Mrs. Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky )is best known for her pilot skills, and being the second half of the ‘Chaos Crew’ is another hat she wears with pride. During her time at Top Gun in 1986, she made a lifelong friend in Whiskey and she’s somehow melted the cold exterior of the Iceman.

When Dragon was called to Top Gun she didn’t think she’d make any friends. The majority of pilots were men, so you can guess her surprise when she saw Whiskey near the back of the classroom. Dragon became quick friends with the other female pilot and soon both gained the nickname ‘Chaos Crew’ for all of the mischief that had happened while they were there.

Most of the guys thought that the mischief was funny, but not the stern and always professional ‘Mr. Iceman’ and his back seater, Slider. No, it seemed as if all of this was above them, they couldn’t take a joke. So one day after practicing maneuvers all day, Whiskey & Dragon cooked up a plan in the locker room after getting dressed. As both women covered their eyes as they ran cackling at the prank they pulled on the first place squad. The guys all laughed, but quieted down when Ice & Slider came back in. They would never omit it, but the ice on their hearts was slowly melting away.

After the mission that happened at graduation, Ice started to see Dragon more and more at the O Club and one night, he talked to her. Ice and Dragon ended up finding out that they shared many interest other than being a pilot and went on a date. That date turned into a happy, wonderful, and long marriage.

Whiskey & Dragon were always together for the big relationship milestones; proposals, weddings, and the birth of their children. Ron and Tom were always close, as pilot and RIO, but when their wives met all those years ago they knew they were in each others’ lives forever.

Dragon and Whiskey have always been known as ‘meddlers’ when it came to loved ones and their lives. They meddled in Lucky’s wedding when it was rumored that her mother wasn’t able to come back down to San Diego to help pick out Lucky’s wedding dress. Dragon & Whiskey help their loved ones and close friends, and with Bob being one of those people, they just knew they needed to meddle in his life.

The women took charge and pestered the boys of the dagger squad to get information about why he was sad, and when it was because of a girl? Oh were they gonna do everything to make this man happy again. After finding out that the woman’s name was ‘Birdie’ they brought the subject to Ice & Ron. It took weeks, but the men finally agreed and sent orders to Birdie to come to San Diego. While all of this was going on, Bob was left in the dark. His found family wanted to see his surprise when he saw her again.

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