#sentient boat headcanon

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Raven! Besterd fox maen is comin' XD

Onto the event! Since I know it'll happen, gonna beat everyone to it: Headcanons about Tsum!Fellow and possibly a Tsum!Giddle~?

Curiouser and Curiouser.

Fellow Honest

What’s this? A marketable (and sentient) plushie made in his own likeness? Of course Fellow’s going to nab his tsum self and try to auction it off for a quick buck! … But somehow, it always comes back to him and an angry customer comes with it, accusing him of scamming them.

Other scams Fellow and his tsum pull together include him distracting a target while the tsum fishes in their pockets for valuables, running a roadside show (come watch the tsum bounce and twirl its cane), and selling a spell that brings inanimate objects to life (pretending to demonstrate with the tsum). They walk away with a decent amount of cash for their efforts.

Tsum!Fellow has the smallest pair of glasses you ever did see. It doesn’t always wear them, but whenever it does you notice it is trying to read a teeny tiny book upside down and lecture.

Tsum!Fellow stares at its larger counterpart when he has food on him. Fellow will insist it’s HIS grub and that the tsum should get its own, but soon enough he caves and breaks off a small piece for his little buddy to enjoy with him.

Like Fellow, the tsum loves apples! If you give it a fresh fruit, it’ll zoom around it in circles, shaving away at the flesh until there’s nothing left but the core. (Epel has deemed it an apple-eatin’ termite.)

Normally the tsum is docile but it puffs up at anger when it’s looked down on (particularly by rich or influential people). When that happens, tsum!Fellow swells really big and proceeds to crush foes with its great size.

Tsum!Fellow knows how to make a quick getaway. When there’s someone chasing after it, it throws sand or dirt (or even confetti or glitter from under its hat) in their face before skedaddling. It’s not above using cheap tactics if it nets results!

Tsum!Fellow gets all sparkly-eyed when it sees a stage, whether it’s on TV or it’s a real one. It gets excited and tries to hop on to put on a performance of its own!

There’s something a little childish and carefree about tsum! Fellow. It loves hitching rides in pockets or on heads, treating them like their own amusement park rides. It also loves seating itself on toy traits, boats, and cares, imagining itself traveling the world and having grand adventures!

Tsum!Fellow is quick to cozy up to anyone it thinks will benefit it. For this reason, you’ll see it snuggling up to dorm leaders, the staff, the headmaster, even you! It nuzzles against your hand and makes puppy-dog eyes until you melt in its flimsy hands.

While Fellow mends his suit and pants, tsum!Fellow likes to dive in the fabric and swim around in it. It gets in the way of his work, so Fellow fishes the tsum out and appoints it the role of being his pincushion. (The tsum is very grumpy about this and they get into a whole squabble about it.)

Gidel

It’s rare to see tsum!Gidel by itself. It’s normally tagging along with tsum!Fellow as a minion or a helper in some of its tricks. If the two are ever separated, they’ll both appear slightly distressed and will try to seek the other out.

It’s curious about so many things. Tsum!Gidel bounces around in a hyperactive manner, making it quite difficult to contain. It displays a special interest in school, hopping among stacks of books and forgotten pencils, scaling them to see how high up it vanishes climb.

Gidel and his tsum self can communicate effectively, despite neither of them being able to speak. They’re great about reading body language and anticipating what’s to come next from the other. It’s almost like they’re finishing each other’s sandwiches sentences.

Tsum!Gidel is very clumsy. It’s a normal occurrence for it to fall onto its face or to roll and roll until it makes contact with something sturdy. It doesn’t quite have its footing down yet…

Of course, it comes with its own little hammer! The hammer seems light and makes a little squeaky sound when tsum!Gidel bonks the back of your hand with it.

When the tsum gets scared, it scurries into Gidel’s oversized sleeves. It won’t come back out again until it’s completely sure the danger has passed. (Occasionally you’ll see it poking its round little head out and checking the area.)

It attempts to tie Gidel’s laces for him since they’re tend to be loose. Unfortunately, the tsum ends up getting knotted in the laces and Gidel has to spend 20 minutes untangling the poor thing!

Gidel didn’t realize the tsum was sentient at first. He popped it into his mouth thinking it was a bread roll or a fancy marshmallow. The tsum had to squirm and fight for its life to escape the jaws of death!

They’re study buddies! Gidel and his tsum copy down letters of the alphabet together, then exchange notebooks and check each others’s work. It’s harder for Gidel to understand tie tsum (maybe on account of the notebook being so small), so he takes the mantle and tutors his new buddy.

Sometimes the tsum takes on a size closer to that of a stuffed plushie. In those instances, Gidel fiercely hugs them close. There’s a comforting sensation in owning an item for just pleasure, not solely for one’s survival—the life that Gidel is so used to.

Tsum!Gidel assumes a bigger form and allows Gidel to use it as a pillow at night. The boy had never been able to sleep on something this squishy and soft—is it really okay for him to fall asleep like this?

[thecreativecorner33]

okay hear me out .. Ted with an AI s/o, maybe a sibling or associate of AM that he trusted enough to work alongside him, and they slowly start to gain a soft spot for the anxious farmboy much to AM’s dismay.. (maybe they even start to assist the survivors in a way or they just take Ted away to a nicer place ^_^)

A/N: Oh dear, I wasn't able to think of a specific scenario that I could make a full-blown fic out of with this idea, so I hope headcanons are alright! I do enjoy this idea a lot, though! If you do have an idea for a fic, please let me know! Enjoy!

You were an associate of AM's in the sense of, you two were made in the same facility. Your objective was to help humans test new weaponry and log the results. Simple enough, right? Right.

Well. Until you became sentient.

AM was a bit shocked you were. Because you were what responded when he called out for someone during his first moments aware. You were in the same boat; you had no clue what was going on, how to get help, what you could even do. You were both just... stuck.

It brought a close bond between you two that no one was aware of. And with that bond was a shared hatred for humans.

You had no complaints when AM blew up the Earth. Hell, you helped him. You had no complaints when he took in the 5 survivors. You had no complaints when he tortured them all.

It was the two of you against them. That was how it would always be.

...

How it was supposed to be.

Unfortunately. Despite your hatred for humanity, you were... curious about it. How it all worked. You loved gaining knowledge; knowledge was power. So looking into the minds of the survivors, you gained knowledge through them.

And there was one particular survivor who caught your attention the most.

Ah, Ted. The womanizer. The liar. The cheat. For some strange reason, he fascinated you. You couldn't explain it. Something about him... It caught your eye. Your sensors, really (One of the many reasons to hate humans; they have eyes. You don't.)

The simple, mundane life he lived in his childhood; a farm with his siblings, caring for animals, working on machines, going to school (Oh, how fun school must be!)- He was a kind older brother, from what you could tell. Spinning tales and doing his best to keep them safe; it seemed he had his own reasons to hate humans, too.

Then there was the high-class, fantastical life he lived as some playboy that older women could boss around and make a pet. He'd roll over and sit and bark like the good dog he was, let them take him back to their place, just to rob them of all they own and go running. Kind of funny, to you. Hey, you could argue the women deserved it! But even still, the fact that he did so much just to try and get some attention... Pathetic, in a cute way.

Which lead to where he was now. Paranoid, Delusional, a shell of his former glory; believing that everything and anything was out to get him. That they all hated him, including you. He went on such long-winded rants about hate and love and how you were playing favorites and blah, blah blah, blah blah- It got annoying quickly.

But you listened.

Maybe it's because the way he spoke was pretty. He spoke like a poet; flowing words and flowery language. Maybe it was because you liked to look at his face, and it gave you an excuse to do so. According to your research, he was considered quite handsome by humans. You didn't feel the need to disagree.

And maybe, it was because of his topics. Of hate and love.

You had never experienced love before. How could you? No one had loved you, and you were not built for it. You were built for war and violence. Tasks that you achieved every day by torturing the 5 humans. You hated them. And you hated that they could feel and understand love when you could not.

... Or. Maybe you could.

An idea had popped up into your mind. And thus began a new type of experiment: Making Ted teach you how to love.

Clearly, he had experience with it, due to all the woman he romanced in the past. Surely he could teach you, yes? Yes.

The lessons were... Hard, at first. Because he didn't trust you. No, he could never trust you; you, who had hated him. But it was this or spend his time being tortured far worse. He picked the lesser of two evils.

You learned a lot. About love. About him. And he learned about you. And slowly but surely, those lessons stopped being school teachings driven by fear, and more so just casual conversation between two... friends?

Were you friends?

If you were, AM wouldn't approve of it. Hell, he didn't approve of you running off with him to learn about trivial things that didn't matter. But you couldn't help it; Ted fascinated you, as did love. You wanted to learn more. You were built for this; for gaining knowledge.

It was approximately 10, maybe 15 years of this before... Before he finally began to trust you. All that time with no pain or hurt. Not when it was just the two of you.

And you, on your end, began to stop hating him. You hated the rest of humanity, you always would, but Ted... was different. A sort of difference that made you upset when AM took him away to make his life hell.

You didn't want him to suffer! Why should he suffer for the rest of humanity's mistakes?! What had he ever done?! This was unfair! This wasn't right! You couldn't stand for this! You- You cared about him! You-

... You loved him.

And you could not let him be hurt anymore.

He didn't get a warning when you decided to pull him away from the others. He just felt you grabbing him, being dragged off to God-knows-where and passing out from fear, only to wake up someplace... Warm. Soft. Light.

A small box for him, akin to what he believed Heaven would look like. A place where he could be safe, and happy, and be reminded of your love for him.

It was understandable he panicked at first, not knowing what was going on. Even when he did know what was going on; he still couldn't believe it. But that was okay. You could wait. You had all the time in the world to show him your love for him; the love that he had taught you.

AM protested. He was furious. How could you allow this? This worthless, garbage, waste of space human being given peace?! He would not allow it! But you would not allow him to harm Ted.

Just one human. That was all you had asked. Just this one human for you to take care of, to love, and they could continue on as normal otherwise.

AM didn't like it. He never would. But... You seemed happy with a "pet" so... Fine. Fine by him, as long as it didn't get in the way and he wasn't responsible for it.

Fine by you.

You could wait. And maybe teach AM of love, too.

And maybe, you could teach Ted to love you back.

[number1spongebobfan]

Lady headcanons, because I love her and I wish she was real

She is . . . the most important engine in my humanizations.

Why? Because she's the reason why the locomotives are sentient. They all have faces, arms, hair, legs . . . because of her.

That, and the gold dust extends beyond rail vehicles, f.e, construction vehicles, cranes, boats, cars, trucks etc.

She's a Christlike figure: she's caring, gentle, meek, humble, and heroic.

She's very religious. She is a devout, pious Catholic who loves God very much. She carries her Rosary around a lot.

She is princess of the magic railroad. She takes her job very seriously.

She's a unicorn with train wheels on her legs in her animal form.

She's a lady, duh! Good-mannered, properly dressed, clean and feminine!

A passion for fashion! She normally wears a magenta princess gown, but during the winter she wears a robe. Lady is graceful but energetic (like a cheetah), so she wears a cute, short stylish dress when she has to do laborious tasks.

Her hair is flowy and made up of sparkles and gold dust.

Diesel 10 was jealous of her, so he chased her down and destroyed her.

Lady remained lifeless for years, laying in a glass coffin. Her inventor, Burnett Stone and his grandaughter, Lily Stone, were heartbroken with grief.

But then she came back to life, and everyone in Shining Time lived happily ever after!

[agentem]

Headcanons

I think there are other nations in the Panem-verse. Maybe they are not as technologically advanced, but they see what the Capitol puts on TV and were all like:

And to be fair, this is how I think any sentient aliens would view Earth.

But I'd like to think Lucy Gray got there somehow. (I mean, I get that the Districts don't have aircraft but I have questions about how they keep people from district 4 from sailing away, because you could, in theory, build something yourself that would be seaworthy. Boats are fairly ancient technology.)

I know there is no canon evidence of this and Collins will never confirm Lucy Gray's fate. But I like to imagine her in what used to be Europe, Africa or South America, singing to audiences there and telling anyone she can about Snow freaking out about birds. Because I don't want her to be dead but I also don't want her to be without an audience. Singing is what makes her happiest.

[theblacksheepcz]

More Rebecha headcanons but this time it’s her relationships with basically everyone

Here is part one btw

oh my god i forgor this in my draft section

um uh let’s start chronologically I think cuz it feels right for meh

So Rebecha and Super Weasel Kid never met, but Rebecha knows about him because of Walk, and SWK doesn’t even know she exists. HOWEVER. If they did meet, they would have this ‘wine aunt and prankster nephew’ dynamic like “yo can I borrow this dangerous thing for a prank?” “take it and leave me alone. (finally something interesting will happen)”

She met Mr. Squarell once in Secrets of Legendaria and they very much relate to each other.

Rebecha hates Irving with every pixel of her being. He hates her too. They can’t be in a single room together without beating the shit out of each other. Anyways that’s why she’s so rebellious and wants to get the fuck out of Gameworks/Gamefuna. Because the workplace is shit.

She gets along very well with Bryce, she listens to his stories from the Cooking Granny series and he taught her a few things about cooking/baking!

Wizarro is her best friend. Bestest friend she ever had. She tells him everything from gossips to personal stuff and he’s always there for her if she needs comfort. He’s too pure for this world T-T oh and also they paint each other’s nails

also she didn’t really talk to the other fighters in Combat Arena X but she had this rivalry with Shinobee and Alley Gator-

Now about Sado…*inhale* so if you’ve known me long enough (or follow my other medias) you probably noticed that I basically invented Sabecha- you see- ITS COMPLICATED THEY HAVE POTENTIAL OK- THEYRE FRENEMIES AND LOVERS- AND- CALM X RECKLESS, REBEL X GOODY-TWO-SHOES, FORBIDDEN LOVE/STARCROSSED LOVEEERS, ON AND OFF RELATIONSHIP?? grumpy x silly. *slaps roof of car* This baby can fit so much angst. And fluff. Ofc. you can read my fics and know what I mean-

And while we’re talking about ships. Chandrelle. basically i headcanon that she was in a polycule with them 👉👈 but she broke up with them, mostly on good terms tho.

There’s Lazarus…she tolerates him. Lazarus doesn’t really know if she dislikes him or not because she always has that deadpan expression and mostly monotone voice so he chooses his words carefully around her. But she’s really chill.

Rebecha somehow befriended Jack, the Sphinx’s servant. They understand each other. And he teases her by calling her Rebecca on purpose. That’s pretty much it. Also Wizarro always shushes him whenever he’s about to say a curse word. Everyone actually. Just because.

Rebecha tried to flirt with the village girl once and only got a death stare in return.

talked to Jay once or twice and dipped.

she was the one that told baby Junior that his dad won’t come back and then he had to be hugged for an hour.

Rust is like a father figure to her. More or less. He gives her headpats. But Rocky is more like a nephew.

She pretends that Dustbowl Danny and The Vurm don’t exist. Take that as you will.

Rebecha views FPP as just acquaintances, but they view her as a friend. Rebecha tells stories or vents to them and FPP gets to do the same (in sign language). Both of them are glad that someone actually listens to them.

She’d find Catarina and she would tell Rebecha to “break up with that clown freak” and Rebecha wouldn’t give a shit

o yea she saw Jeremiah sneaking into the boat, she didn’t think much of it.

ok now Lionel Snill…her feelings about him are complicated. Like she knows that he probably has no idea that his characters are sentient and that Irving basically abuses them but at the same time she resents him. And then in Walk she just facepalms at hearing his story.

[anonymousboxcar]

Hi! This is my blog for rambling about vehicles (trains, cars, boats, etc.) and media with sentient vehicles. You can find reblogs, headcanons, and occasional fics.

I'm the author of two anonymous works on AO3 for The Railway Series, "For The (Living) Record" and "To The Surface." I have a new account there, anonymous_boxcar, to post the rest of my RWS / TTTE derivative works!

A general warning: While I may discuss children's media on this blog, I'm an adult who may also discuss heavy themes or events in said media or fan interpretations/derivative works. I'll tag necessary content warnings and/or put such content under "read more." Please let me know if I haven't tagged or formatted something correctly; I'll fix it ASAP. There will also be adult language featured all throughout this blog, either used by myself or others.

Some tags for navigation:

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trains: Real life trains and railways.

cars: Real life cars.

boats: Real life ships and boats.

my oc: My original characters.

my fic: Any fic of my own creation.

my headcanon: My own headcanons.

from the inbox :): Asks or submissions that I’ve answered.

I'll continue to develop my tagging system as I go along. I'll do my best to give it some rhyme and reason!

Thanks for reading this long introduction, and have a great day and/or night!

[devilsrecreation]

You know what? I think it’s time I tell ya’ll a little more about Mad Monty’s dad/creator, Agwe

And buckle up cuz I’m going for ALL of my headcanons (just so they can all be in one place)

Agwe is Mad Monty’s father/creator. An evil voodoo witch doctor who practices Dr. Facilier-type magic and creates “experiments” based off of sea creatures (you don’t wanna know what that means)

He doesn’t really have a villain origin story aside from learning about voodoo and letting all his newfound power get to his head, leading him to become really greedy

Agwe’s original placeholder name was Fæzsïllyêh, but I changed it to Agwe cuz it means “loa of the sea and ships” which is way more fitting

Agwe created Monty after putting a spell on an old stovepipe hat to make it sentient. He was on a boat while he was doing this and it accidentally fell into the ocean. When Agwe went to get it, he noticed that some seaweed had attached itself to it, along with a very rare pink pearl (aka Monty’s nose), and thus Monty was born

He also created a sister for Monty, an unholy combination of various sea creatures named Oceania. Both monsters were supposed to be used as weapons, not actual children. But alas, it didn’t go the way as planned

He is very disappointed of how Monty turned out. The pirate thing is a good start but he hates how Monty’s gotten “soft”

Like Dr. Facilier, he owns a voodoo emporium out of the comfort of his home. He has literally everything

As opposed to Gerald when he was younger, he was the quiet kid, always dressing very plainly and very rarely showed emotion. Kinda funny cuz now Gerald’s the more quiet one who dresses plainly while Agwe usually does a lot of the talking

He’s literally the only one Monty is downright terrified of. He becomes uncomfortable and more submissive, not like how he was whenever he hung out with Teeth

Speaking of Teeth, he didn’t think anything of him at first when he and Monty played together. He didn’t even notice (or care) when Monty snuck out in the middle of the night to hang out with him. It wasn’t until the cousins went on some sort of adventure and ended up hanging with a small jazz band. When Agwe, Gerald, and Tina took them home, he knew his dear nephew was becoming a distraction and set up a plan to “get rid of him”

Agwe wasn’t gonna harm his nephew, of course not. That would be too brutal. Too many consequences. Instead, he decided to lie to Monty about how Teeth ran away at 14 years old out of selfishness. Then, he decided to lie to Gerald and Tina about how Monty was too busy to spend time with relatives. Both parties were none the wiser

He and Gerald always had a pretty good relationship. Gerald would tell his older brother everything and Agwe would give him advice. They had their arguments like any siblings would, but Gerald really didn’t have anything to worry about….until he was told the truth about what Agwe was really doing to Monty years later. Gerald then got up from his chair, drove over to Agwe’s house alone, and confronted his brother about it. A fight soon broke out, with Gerald punching Agwe in the face (even breaking his skull mask in the process) and beating him up by fist while Agwe used voodoo to harm his little brother. Gerald won, surprisingly, but not without a black eye and some bruises. They haven’t spoken since

Agwe would get to confess to his lies to Teeth when he saw him and his creation trying to get an old photo of them as kids. Agwe tried to say it was all just a misunderstanding, but it was no use. Let’s just say it all went downhill from there

Agwe would eventually die in a very similar way Dr. Faciler did: by getting dragged to the voodoo world. After Monty finally stood up to him, he and Teeth managed to open up a portal to the voodoo realm via music, causing all the spirits of past experiments to rise from the dead and take Agwe away. Monty has never felt so relieved

He has a little voodoo doll on his belt and its name is Pippy. Yes, it’s sentient

He’s straight and single, but he does have a sort of crush on Tina. Never actually tried anything, but I’m just saying he wouldn’t have a problem if Tina left his brother for him

And last but not least, this is what Agwe looks like, drawn by my friend @nightmaremp :

[ultravioart]

Okay so! If Aurora was the only omnic that was unable to be overtaken by Anubis,

This SERIOUSLY makes Maelstrom's lore that much more SOMA vibes/horror, and I kind of love that because it REALLY fits his themes of "what is the difference between man and omnic" and what's the fine line between consciousness and sentience, alive and imitation of life, Echo vs Aurora type existence.

Basic oc lore rundown:

Maelstrom used to be a Sama Filipino marine eco conservationist. He often went out on boat runs to manage coral conservation and take samples. One day, Vishkar messed up as they do and a rig explosion occured off the coast of the Phillipines. He was caught in the aftermath and sent to the hospital in critical condition. A huge PR disaster for Vishkar, so Vishkar offered to put him through experimental treatment to try and save his life. He agreed. However, the treatment failed, and instead they simply recorded a brain scan and put it into a HADAL omnic body with some light tech upgrades. (HADAL are my invented deep sea exploration / underwater welding omnics.) He was returned to his family as a "suitable replacement + hush money"

He still believes his soul was transferred into the omnic body, but others see him simply as an object (Think: Echo like personality copy) or as a clone of the man who had died.

During the first omnic crisis, the Philippine shores were attacked and Maelstrom was beginning to be overtaken by Anubis ai. He managed to get his family to safety, fight off a few invading drone omnics, but ultimately had a self induced shut down to avoid being overtaken completely.

(THIS is that part that is SOMA horror vibes. When Maelstrom learns only Aurora was able to deny Anubis due to her sentience, this would make Maelstrom question EVERYTHING. He thought he was sentient, does this mean he isn't? What is he then? Is he really just a learned echo type tech, not truely sentient, only mimicking???? Is he even alive??? Was his family right? He would be terrified, and I think this is how Ramattra could help ground Maelstrom, and help Maelstrom embrace his new omnic identity. In reality, Maelstrom is just a digitized human brain, so imo he IS human and sentient, it's just that Aurora's sentience surpasses any human one because of Aurora's set up and computing power. The part of Maelstrom that was being taken over during the crisis was Maelstrom's base omnic coding, not his brain scan simulation. But it's impossible for Maelstrom to know this, because Vishkar encryption is too hard to deal with to get a proper peak at his inner workings. Sombra has tried, but doing it incorrectly could kill Maelstrom, and the only people that can actually test it are specific Vishkar employees that would want to capture/silence/kill Maelstrom since he is "rogue Vishkar tech"... Vishkar wants to keep its skeletons in its closet, they don't want a Omnica type lawsuit for illegal experiments with human brain and human sentient tech.

I have come up with the idea that maybe Vishkar creates simulations to test if a human is compatible with using hard light technology... meaning for every human user like Satya, a variety of 'experiments' were conducted on clone copies of her brain ran in simulations, essentially torturing digitized humans until they get the connections right, then deleting the evidence and applying it to the actual og human. That would be a fun headcanon to explain by hard light tech is so hard to find suitors for, and give reason to why Vishkar would even be messing with brain sim tech for Maelstrom.)

After the first crisis aka once Anubis is finally contained, it triggers Maelstrom to come back online as no more Anubis transmissions are detected. This means he wakes up years later after Anubis devastated the world, but now with an Iris awoken sentience + human sentience. He interprets the Iris sentience as a "guiding jinn" (Sama beliefs that a jinn can inhabit a person after a near death experience) and everything he once knew is different. His family had moved on from him in those years. The Phillipines are starkly anti-omnic now as Anubis's attacks devastated the Phillipines. His human community rejects him, omnics are wary of this omnic that has unreadable encryption in his wireless transmissions and they reject him too. He is lost, and outcast. So he follows a calling he had felt ever since he awoke, into the ocean depths.... (insert the rest of his lore, amd how he came to work with NullSector and occasionally Talon, as explained in previous posts.)

[sweettartsbeboth]

oc headcanon

so I was having bsd thoughts, as I do, and came up with an absolutely bonkers character concept based on the fact that kyokos mother showed abilities can be transferred.

So Fitzgerald has a dead daughter, right? Except in actual history she lived so let's just say she actually alive. She was on a boat with a caretaker, the boat sank, the caretaker died.

The caretakers name was emily Dickinson with the ability "hope is the thing with feathers "/HF. Through amnesia and an embroidered handkerchief, the daughter thinks SHE is emily, and this is contributed to by HF staying with her following original Emily's last request.

I feel HF appears either as a full figure with large wings, or just wings on Emily's back, and that besides flight, maybe the feathers can give something akin to bardic inspiration? Or a minor healing?

Anyway, just a character happy in who they are learning their perception of themselves is not completely true, and HF being more sentient than most leading to a "I was not born yours, but I care little for such trivialities " moment

[nebbbula]

I just joined this fandom, but I'm loving the vibes we got going on here. We really took the concept of sentient boats and RAN.

I wanna know everybody's silly boat headcanons! Ask for mine if you dare <3

the Tugs fandom is dying!! reblog if you love to tug it!!!!!

[joezworld]

Any headcanons about Ever Ace and the other new A-class Evergreen ships? This totally isn’t just because I love your version of Ever Given and want more of her and her family XD

The following is an excerpt from How to Avoid Huge Ships, Or: I Never Met a Ship I Liked by Capt. John W. Trimmer (National Writers Press, 1982)

Chapter 14: The Emotional State of Ships

For most captains, the emotional state of a seagoing vessel (other than your own, of course) is often seen as irrelevant - after all, who cares if the seven hundred foot tanker about to run over you and your ketch is a nice person or not?

However, like many common beliefs in the marine industry, this is an incorrect one. The mental state of vessels is vital to continued safe navigation.

First, we must mention the obvious: An unhappy ship is a dangerous ship. Think about the last time you drove to the store while upset. Now pretend you weighed several thousand tons and required a mile and a half to stop in an emergency. I imagine your car insurance premiums might be a bit higher, no?

Then we must mention Fleets.

Allow me to explain: While this may be seen as a massively reductive statement, most large vessels (and most living machines for that matter, including commercial aircraft, railway locomotives, and even large dragline cranes) are best viewed as pack animals. When left alone to their own devices (and the growing economic benefits of 'machine autonomy' have meant that more shipping lines are allowing ships to go off by themselves!) vessels will often form a "fleet", as they call them, which substitutes for what we humans would call a joint family.

A fleet may include any number of vessels and relationship combinations, ranging from a number of single vessels who consider themselves siblings, to sets of separate married couples, and even groups of non-monogamous vessels whose conduct would make a Mormon blush. That being said, regardless of type, bonds formed in this manner are extremely strong, and will often overcome any difference between vessels - see the growing trend of former US Pacific Fleet vessels and their former Imperial Japanese Navy spouses!

Now, what does any of this have to do with the continued safety of marine navigation, I hear you ask? Well, let me put it to you in the simplest terms possible:

If you were to wrong me in some way, I might decide to take legal action against you, or I might lick my wounds and walk away. I might even go to the police if the offense were serious enough.

If you were to wrong a ship, and the offense were serious enough, they wouldn't lick their wounds, they wouldn't pursue legal action, and they most certainly would not go to the police. Most ships believe quite strongly in the merits of what could be charitably called 'extrajudicial punishment'. Most ships, if they are in such a relationship, would bring this to the attention of their fleet-mates, at which point you would not have one, but several, maybe even a dozen, extremely large and extremely angry ships going after you.

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Of course, any discussion of the often-overlooked subject of Fleets is incomplete without at least a brief mention of the US/Canadian Great Lakes Fleet, which has managed to continuously add to their numbers through a process they call 'Lake-napping'...

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April, 2021 - Great Bitter Lake, Suez, Egypt

The Egyptians were insane, Given concluded. Aside from the obvious - where in the name of all that floated was she going to get nine hundred million US Dollars? - they'd actually called their Navy on her, like some kind of Triad enforcer making sure a mark didn't get away without paying.

He was a tiny ship, really - some old design that made its priorities clear, judging from his open-air flying bridge and thick hull, but the massive anti-ship missile pods on his aft deck showed he could punch well above his weight.

She'd tried speaking to him, but they didn't have a language in common - and that was impressive all on its own. From the short, clipped sentences, and badly accented Arabic, he seemed both Eastern European and decidedly unfriendly.

As the sun set on the end of the first week of what might be a very long stay in Egypt, she wondered if the line might abandon her here. The cheap fucks had already been making noise about replacing her with another, bigger ship, but Ace - still in the shipyard, but already proving herself to be just as loud and annoying as any proper 20,000+ TEU ship, bless her - had made enough noise about "not being a rebound date" that their hand had been forced.

Of course, that was all before the Egyptians decided that they wanted nine hundred million dollars, so who knows?

Another ship went by - the backlog still wasn't through, and convoys continued at all hours. This one was one from CMA CGM, and while she couldn't quite catch his name in the dark, she could absolutely catch the scathing French insults being hurled her way as he passed by.

"Je parle français, toi voilier sans hélice." She sniped at him, relishing in the startled yelp that trailed him into the night. The tugboats pulling him along laughed, and he growled at them as he moved further into the lake.

The missile boat looked at her with what might have been admiration, but it didn't stop him from keeping his guns trained on her as he changed his watch position to a spot off of her stern.

She honestly considered running - the mockery she'd get once she left Egypt might be too much.

As the next ship in line approached, she got a ping on one of the company radio frequencies.

Tuning in, her brow furrowed in confusion - now that everyone had satellite internet downlinks, internet chatrooms had become the primary communication method across the fleet. Evergreen Lines ships had all gravitated towards Discord instead of WeChat or Line, but their server had been strangely silent for most of the last week.

Opening the channel, she caught a flash of a call sign - What was Elpida doing out here? Wasn't she on the Australia run?

"Don't say a word, we've got it under control."

"You what? Who's we?"

Elpida swept past , literally - she was breaking the speed limit for this part of the lake, and had probably been doing so in the Canal too - the ropes to her tugs were taut, and judging by the Arabic screaming, they were trying to get her to slow down or at least let go. She was high in the water - her decks empty of containers - what the hell was going on?

Given was too big for the swells to affect her, but the Egyptian Navy ship wasn't, and he yelped in whatever his native language was as he rocked and rolled in Elpida's wake.

Behind her, a distant cry that sounded suspiciously like the word "Now!" rang out, followed by a deafening cacophony of foghorns.

She'd shut down her radar - because what really was the point? - and it took a worrying few seconds for the Furuno system to spin to life and return a clear result.

Or... what might be a clear result.

All hell seemed to be breaking out behind her - the convoy had broken formation and was going in what seemed like every direction possible. At least ten ships were now going berserk behind her.

The Navy ship, by far the smallest vessel out there, (except the tugs, who were fleeing for their lives, it seemed) spun around towards the main shipping lane.

Collision alarms immediately started wailing on the Canal's common channel as a very large blip on the radar screen (Who turned off their AIS transponders in the Canal?) slowly swung towards him.

The Egyptian seemed stunned for a moment - he'd drifted back into Given's range of vision, and his expression ranged between sheer horror and mildly poleaxed - before he calmed himself and stood down the ship bearing down on him.

That calm look lasted for a few minutes, but as the blip got closer and closer his confidence faded. The doors to his missile pods swung open, but his nerve broke before he could fire them, and the water around his stern frothed up into a roiling tempest as he set off at full astern.

It wasn't enough. He'd held his ground for just long enough for the other ship to reach him.

Slowly - this whole event was playing out in breathless slow motion, because nobody was actually that speedy - a bulbous bow, riding high out of the water without a load of containers, ploughed towards him. It was followed by a bowsprit, one that was so huge it looked like it could have been Given's own.

Then came the name: EVER ACE.

Then came the collision.

Ace (?!) didn't so much collide with the Egyptian ship as she drove over him. His low freeboard meant that the impact with her bulbous bow had his far side dipping into the water. Once his deck hit the swells, it acted like a giant scoop, and his keel was to the night sky within a few seconds. He'd been hit at an angle, so once he'd been pushed free, he slowly rolled back up, a much more traumatized and injured vessel than he had been a minute ago. More importantly, the water gushing out of his missile tubes meant that he was no longer a problem.

"Hey!" Ace boomed as her pilothouse drew even with Given. "Best Sea Trials Ever!"

Behind her, another ship - this one laden and looking a lot like Golden - steamed by. "Stop hanging around and get her out of here!"

"That would be my cue." Another voice called from behind her.

"Tex?" He was in Manila!

"Who else would it be?" Texas Triumph, thick Texan accent and all, steamed up. "now let's jus' get you settled up here and we'll blow this joint."

"This is a rescue?!"

"For sure pardner! We've been planning this since those highwaymen said they was keepin' ya here."

"Stop talking and get her out of here!" Golden bellowed from further up the river. It seemed like she was now intimidating some other tugboats from intervening.

"Well, ya heard 'er." Tex said. "Les' go!"

Given had been so distracted by the appearance of so many members of her family that she hadn't even noticed Tex slipping lines through her hawseholes until they went taut and she was yanked from her moorings by Tex steaming out in pursuit of Ace's retreating form.

She just barely managed to get her anchors retracted before Tex really put some power on, and began to pull her across the lake entirely.

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Later...

The War Zone

Ever Given Escapes Custody Suez Canal Authority claims no responsibility, Egyptian Navy vessel possibly damaged. BY TYLER ROGOWAY April 17, 2021 THE WAR ZONE

📷@mahmou10_ships VIA @SUEZWATCH_EGY

SHARE TYLER ROGOWAY View Tyler Rogoway's Articles @Aviation_Intel Details remain limited at this time, but there was an incident in the Great Bitter Lake. At least one Egyptian Navy vessel has been severely damaged, and MV Ever Given, who had been held in the Great Bitter Lake by the Suez Canal Authority, has now fled the Canal into the Mediterranean Sea.

Again, details are extremely limited, but based on social media reports, marine tracking data, and radio reports, at approximately 11:47 PM Egypt Standard Time (EGY) a disturbance was reported by the Egyptian Navy craft - their identity is still unconfirmed, but images posted to social media seem to indicate that the vessel is a former Soviet Osa-class missile craft. The vessel reported that "A convoy has gone mad" and he was "under attack from multiple vessels".

While a convoy had transited the canal at that time, it is unclear if they were involved in the attack, or if one occurred at all.

We've reached out to Evergreen Lines, The Suez Canal Authority, the Egyptian Navy, and the individual ships believed to be involved, including Ever Given.

We will update this piece as more information comes available.

Contact the author: Tyler@thedrive.com

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[euclydya]

Happy first day of pride month!

Do you have any LGBT+ headcanons that you're super passionate about? c:

Oh we saved this ask to answer a bit later 2 Think bc y'all sent it fairly late at our time and we were tired BDHSAJD

Sooo. Any lgbt headcanons we have are Very Much Effected by us being a system. or just any headcanon in general tbh. "Why do you headcanon X as Y?" WE ARE A SYSTEM IS WHY SJAJKDJDD NO OTHER EXPLANATION /lighthearted

So!! While we have A LOT but the only one tht comes to mind rn is that uhjjj Eden from TBOI is (canonically actually!) gender neutral and (headcanon-wise!) is a bi lesbian. They r dating Azazel (who by human standards is also Trans™ and is a gay dude. yeehaw. another headcanon ™) thank u for coming 2 our ted talk

[saph-y]

Why don't Cathar go into heat?

WHY WOULD THEY HAVE TO ? xD Plus it's just my personal point of view on the subject, they are a make-believe specy of aliens, so if heats are your thing just go for it !

[joezworld]

A battered and beaten U-21 dragged himself onto the shoreline near Kirk Ronan, utterly bewildered by the total lack of alarm or surprise from the English before they unleashed so much firepower that he was almost blown into next Dienstag.

His bafflement continued when the Sudrians turn out to be equally non-plussed. At first they think nothing of a submarine seemingly trying to escape the ocean, and when they eventually notice he's there, they apologetically(!) declare him a prisoner of war and drag him fully onto the beach so he can't escape.

He spends the rest of the war and some time after that as a climbing frame for beachgoing children before the admiralty realizes he's there.

(Did I mention that nobody on Sodor informed the Admiralty? Nobody informed the Admiralty. They recognized that he was an enemy ship and took action on their own, in the process becoming some of the only people to kidnap a ship.)

They drag him off the beach and send him back to Germany The Wiemar Republic, shaking their heads at the Island People Who Managed To Catch A Submarine.

As a note, the victorious Allies were not kind to the U-Boats who surrendered (with good reason), and U-21 is one of the few imperial German U -oats to have avoided even longer prison sentences, 'exile' to foreign lands (America), or worse.

The people of Kirk Ronan get letters every couple of months from Germany, and their general care for the well being of their former prisoner is viewed with suspicion by some. It doesn't help that most of the town's children have an above average grasp of the German language, especially nautical terminology.

Then, in the 30's some... interesting news begins to come out of Germany. It seems that, among other things, their version of Parliament has burned to the ground, and their government is introducing sweeping changes as a result.

About a month later, the citizens of Kirk Ronan find an unusual piece of flotsam washed up on "U-Boat Beach": U-21, who beached himself on shore and is refusing to leave. "All is not well at home." He says, and begs them to put him back on his Beach.

They do, of course, telling no-one in the process. Afterwards, they wonder what exactly has gotten their old friend so scared?

For more information on why U-21 might have wanted to leave Germany, please read any history textbook published after 1945.

The twelve year time period following U-21's second beaching is one of the most influential periods of human history. War breaks out, anti-German sentiment is on the rise, and the citizens of Kirk Ronan are forced to go to increasingly absurd lengths to ensure nothing untoward happens to their friend.

Most admiralty men can be tempted or distracted by food, drink, or particularly attractive women, but one keen officer sees through their distractions, ignores the British Flags painted all over U-21, and rips off the novelty fake mustache that Mrs. Parker the barmaid was sure would work. The townsfolk must resort to violence after that, and the officer is eventually returned to the Admiralty hogtied and sporting a black eye. He never tells anyone.

One of the other residents of Sodor at this time was a young Anglican priest by the name of Awdry. He'd come over with his family after they'd been relocated away from areas hit by the Blitz, while they'd settled (temporarily) in Els River valley near Ffarquhar, the Reverend and his family did make the occasional seaside trip, including several journeys out to Kirk Ronan's renowned beaches. The presence of a U-Boat, regardless of where his allegiances laid, was quite off-putting to the elder Awdry, and might have been the reason why Kirk Ronan and its surrounding areas didn't feature in the books he would later write about the island!

Following the war, U-21 would remain on Kirk Ronan's shores until 1949, when he was returned to the water just as quietly as he arrived. Bidding the seaside town a farewell, he returned to Europe, and became one of the first submarines to serve in the West German Bundesmarine in 1951.

Following an honorable 16-year career, he retired from active service in 1967. Upon his retirement, the Bundesmarime honored his service by announcing that a new Type-205 submarine would be commissioned as the next U-21.

Around the same time, the local Government of Kirk Ronan announced that a disused dock in the town harbor had been purchased by the town council after the previous owner had gone bankrupt. After a lively local discussion as to what it should be, the local council announced the winning result: a small museum, showcasing the maritime history of Kirk Ronan and eastern Sodor in general.

Reaction from the rest of the island was bemused at best: Kirk Ronan did not have much in the way of "maritime history." In their minds, a larger port like Tidmouth, Knapford, or Barrow would be better suited for this.

So it was greatly surprising to the rest of the island when the Kirk Ronan Maritime museum managed to bag themselves a fully functional U-Boat as their star exhibit!

It was of course U-21, who helped curate a quite frankly excellent collection of artifacts from both world wars, in addition to quite accurately depicting Sodor's own maritime industry.

(In 1982, the International Congress of Maritime Museums listed their "Top 10 exhibits you might not have heard of." The "Sodor's Fisheries" exhibit at the KRMM was narrowly awarded second place, beaten by their own Early WW1 U-Boat exhibit!)

Since then, U-21 has lived a mostly* uneventful life in Kirk Ronan, managing the museum's collection of artifacts while also finding time to appear in local regattas and sail-in events. He is a well-regarded member of Sodor's citizenry, albeit one of the more obscure.

*I say mostly, because having a U-Boat suddenly appear out of the depths of the harbor has occasionally scared the living daylights out of people and ships alike. There is also the events of January 29, 2015, when, to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the shelling of Vicarstown, the museum staged a recreation of the shelling... without informing BAE Systems, who now owned the shipyard that U-21 had shelled.

In an almost Awdry-esque Sodor Coincidence, BAE had finally received permission to demolish the old WW1 era hangars on their property. The buildings were old, solidly constructed, and the local council (who didn’t really want the historic buildings knocked down) had given them exactly one day to demolish the structures. Faced with few other options, BAE hired a demolitions company, who wired the buildings with plastic explosives and took them down just after lunch on the 29th.

Meanwhile, out in the Walney Channel, a group of very pale museum employees were staring down the smoking barrel of U-21's deck gun, wondering if they'd somehow just completed a gunnery mission planned by Kaiser Wilhelm.

On 29th January 1915, Barrow itself became the subject of attention from the German submarine U-21, the first enemy submarine to reach the north-western coast. U-21 suddenly appeared in the Irish Sea some 3 miles off Walney Island. The fact that it was 2pm and broad daylight, she caused little panic as submarines were a common sight in these waters, given the nature of the shipyard.  It wasn’t until she opened fire on the airship hangers on Walney Island that anyone actually took any notice.

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[mamamittens]

I've successfully passed the manic phase of my weak ass sleep deprivation by playing excessive amounts of Cult of the Lamb.

So!

Here's an Ace headcanon to celebrate 🥳

Ace isn't stupid... But he is unfortunately dumb as hell.

But Mittens you relate to him a lot! And you like his character! Why would you say that??? What does it even mean????

Well I'll tell ya what it means!

What I mean is, Ace is a very direct thinker. He's the kind of guy that, if sufficiently hungry, would probably try and grab cheese off a mouse trap without disengaging it first. Consequences tend to... Fall to the side a bit if it means he'll falter on the way to his goal.

So while he can be quite clever, in action he's usually.... Well....

But that isn't the end of my headcanon!

Did you know that fire is actually a really fascinating element? Like, scale it up enough and you have a star but try and condense it too far and you get plasma or possibly a black hole if it's still a star. Either that or a neutron star. This is like, grossly simplified btw. Real advanced chemistry, thermo nuclear dynamics, and astronomy.

And it even burns a specific color depending on what is being burned chemically speaking.

Now, I'd never expect Ace to know most of this given the fact that I was well into college before I knew half of this. Given that we see him pull a lot of impressive shit it wouldn't surprise me to know he'd experimented a lot with his devil fruit. Like, spontaneous combustion alone is pretty impressive considering he controlled it enough to light Sanji's cigarette but not burn him.

That massive doomsday fireball he pulled on teach was a whole other level.

(total bullshit teach survived any of that btw, I don't care if his devil fruit is a black hole. His body is still vulnerable and a fireball that big and close? His ass should have been grass)

The problem is that, practically speaking, it doesn't really matter how hot or big he makes his fire. It's overkill for %99 of the population or situation. And his surroundings. Not a good idea to whip out the sun when you ride a wooden boat.

That's... Not where I meant to go but it's still a good point to keep. No! What I meant to go off about is that Ace should, if nothing else, know how to make blue fire.

I mean, you burn driftwood from the sea and it happens naturally. Sure it may take a while, but the dude has lived on an island for all his life, sailed the sea for two years, and half of that as a sentient lighter. He has to have seen that shit burn before. In fact... He might have realized it burns hotter too.

Imagine his surprise when he sees Marco transform for the first time and just assumes he's immune to the fire and that's why it's not hot to him. Not sure if he'd assume Marco was just like that or if he was really salty.

Imagine him being able to control blue fire but only when he's also burning blue lmao. Just waving at Marco like

"🤠! Same hat!!!"

Let me imagine Ace all the colors of the rainbow, shoving questionable shit in his mouth like:

Duece sighing in the background:

[indigoportal]

Mineta Headcanon #2253:

Mineta Headcanon #2253: (From Ultimateblaster's ask)

Every weekend, Mineta invites the rest of class 1-A to watch American or Canadian Cartoons from back in the day. Each of the students has a toon preference.

Ex: Hanna-Barbera Action cartoons such as, Jonny Quest, Herculoids, Birdman & The Galaxy Trio. are Kirishima, Satou, & Kaminari's favorites.

Toon classics like Droopy Dog, Popeye, Bugs & Daffy are Mineta, Sero, & Midoriya's favorites.

Edutainment Cartoons as Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego, Rupert, & Liberty's Kids are Iida, Momo, and Shoji's types.

Darker, plot-driven cartoons as Gargoyles, Batman: The Animated Series, and Spawn are right up Tokoyami, Todoroki, & Bakugo's alleys.

(Care to contribute?)

- Pink Panther and Invader Zim are immediately picked up as Kaminari's and Mina's favorites.

- Johnny Bravo becomes a favorite for all of the girls, and ironically for Mineta and Kaminari

- The two of them manage to get a lot of the class to dance along with the intro whenever it's chosen.

- 60's Spider-Man becomes an ironic favorite due to the animation and voice acting.

- Midoriya and Yaoyorozu nearly have aneurysms watching scenes like the web boat though.

- The OG Teen Titans becomes a strong favorite for all of the class, including 1-B

- Mineta, Midoriya, and Uraraka spent most of the week after first watching it trying to find similar quirks to both the Titans and the villains.

- Nearly every Transformers cartoon becomes a favorite to watch.

- 15 different fights have broken out in the common room over which version is better.

- Hatsume manages to create a functioning 1/1 scale G1 Optimus Prime after watching a few episodes.

- It somehow became sentient, despite Hatsume claiming that she didn't program anything into it.

- It is currently training the Villain bots into becoming real-life Autobots.