#story: love an anchor

[crustaceousfaggot]

Crane Wives songs will be like *folk guitar intro* ooowoahhhhhhhh ooowaoahhhhh. I am a wolf in the river. I am worried that I'm too volatile to ever be in a stable relationship. *guitar interlude with some percussion now* ooowoahhhhhhhh ooowaoahhhhh. There is ash in my hair. I am so tired all the time. I think I'm a bad person.

[brokenhardies]

i need to talk more about varus - my rubian scout bean!

[waspgrave]

Solas: I’ve taken precautions to make sure it isn’t utterly awful-

Rook: *breaks it, potentially contributes to the awful*

[defiledtomb]

merry xmas! im drinking rum with aleks and listening to some really old techno. i blurted everything about ouro and all the tough things surrounding, and its future, and i got so excited i yelled and yodeled into the dead and dark forest. it's been such. such a good christmas. 2025 got nothing on me. we live we die and we fucking live again. hold my hand. giggle with me. have some zacapa. i love you

[dadvans]

love language.

like so much love and affection and support for tommy getting to know buck and then watching buck describe every single way he's tried to chase love in his thirty years alive on earth to never be loved back in a way he needs or wants, like give me THAT moment of TV, give me the dawning moment of horrifying awareness on tommy's face when he realizes his boyfriend 1. needs to be loved and 2. has never been loved and 3. so readily accepts anything that even comes close that he'll die for it and 4. has ZERO self awareness about any of this to the point that he thinks he's been loved before, plenty of times

[alyrictoasongbythecranewives]

There are times when I still wonder about you

You are someone I have loved, but never known

And you'll never see the reasons I had

For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you

[nyxtalksmusic]

And I tried to do the best that I could But try as I might I couldn't bring myself to hold you

[bamfwizard]

in the venue. straight up "belting it" haha. and by it lets just say.. never love an anchor by the crane wives

[plenaurum]

i’m tired of ppl saying DLS makes no sense if you don’t romance Vlad 😭

[fiadorable]

Hardspace Shipbreaker hits a spot I didn't even know existed. Hell yeah I want to use my laser gun to cut apart derelict spaceships. Hell yeah I wanna use my grapple gun to launch gigantic pieces of nanocarbon into the processor (and occasionally my face). Hell yeah I wanna fly around in my little spacesuit (and accidentally get sucked into the furnace because physics). I wanna put the dumb little stickers on my dumb little tools. I wanna figure out the best way to take apart each kind of ship for maximum profit and minimum damage to me (fuck you especially, quasar thrusters). I'm loving it.

[ignatius-pennyfeather-ix]

since ofmd season is coming up here’s a little edit that i’ve never posted on here :)

[kaseyskat]

the thing is. empathizing with the doodler is the hard choice. it's risky. who knows what it'll actually do, and who can you trust? normal or the two adults who very much want to beat this thing with violence? and tbh I think they're doing so well at playing teenagers in this regard? literally a few episodes ago it was all "fuck adults we don't need adults" but they've tried to do this normal's way before and things only got worse!

but we the audience know that they do not and that's the concept of choosing empathy over violence, ending generational trauma instead of continuing the cycle, letting the doodler - an entity so starved for love and yet completely unable to obtain it - go free instead of potentially endangering other worlds (with the kiddads plan) or letting willy have it... it's the entire moral of the podcast. and that's why normal is right about what they should be doing, even if he's doing a horrible job at it. and while I don't think it's gonna be a clear-cut "good" option, I think it'll have better long lasting effects than continuing the circle of violence. that's all thank you for your time

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

It’s dark. Not a familiar dark, like of a bedroom at midnight or of closed eyelids. No, this dark is different. The scent of trees is heavy in the air. …A forest? At this time of night? The moon was barely visible through the foliage, casting just enough light to see where to step.

But, there’s a light, a little off in the distance. Shelter, possibly? It isn’t ideal to be in the dark woods all by oneself, after all.

As the light gets closer, a tent can be seen. The source of the light! Something moves inside. Maybe they could help? But…a familiar tension crackles in the air. Something feels different about this inevitable encounter.

Inching closer, a tune catches in the air. It’s familiar. That beautiful tone. Could it be…?

Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?

— @bubblin-trouble

"...Hmm? Where- am I..?"

Kiyuu whispered, taking a moment to look out into the expanses that surrounded her. The darkness was eerie, and looming, but somehow, it seemed to emit an almost calming quality. She felt she wasn't as scared as she should be.

Leaves rustled behind her, and the sound of soft footsteps got closer. When she turned around, she met eyes with Anchor, who was stepping anxiously towards him, his tail wagging quickly in short strokes behind him.

"Ki-kiyuu..?"

He mumbled, his voice quivering as he walked up to her.

Kiyuu jumped.

"Ah- Anchor! Oh my god- you almost scared me..."

Kiyuu responded, with a soft laugh, trying to keep herself appearing calm, so she could inspire the same feeling in Anchor.

Anchor inched up to her, and leaned into her side, his tail instinctively beginning to curl around her.

"Hey, Anchor, you don't have to be scared... See, look! There's a faint light over there, isn't there? It looks like theres a shelter- which- would probably be pretty good for us right now! Even though we should probably be cautious about it too..."

"I- I'm not scared. Psh."

Anchor refuted in a mutter, suddenly standing up straighter and narrowing his expression, his tail following suit, sticking up straight and rigid.

"Sursies-! Let's go then? C'mon. I'll protect you~!"

Kiyuu responded, teasing him just a little.

Anchor responded by sending her a scowl, briefly sticking his tongue out at her before walking off, not waiting for Kiyuu as he headed towards the shelter.

"Wha- Hey! I didn't mean it! C'monn Anchorr, wait up!"

Kiyuu scrambled, trying to catch up to him, lest she be left behind in the dark and endless forest all alone. ...Wow. And that was certainly a thought they did not want to think about right now.

After a short while of them traversing in silence, each of them taking in their surroundings with analytical gazes (and plenty of nerves...), they'd finally arrived at the shelter.

They both stood for a moment, then looked at eachother.

A pause.

Then-

"Dibs not it!"

They exclaimed at the same time, Anchor losing by just a fraction of a second.

"Gosh- Dang it! Ugh..."

He snarled, fangs baring and his tail wagging faster for a second, before he calmed down a little, and sighed, bringing up a slightly shaking hand, and rapping his knuckles on the door a couple of times.

In the meantime, Kiyuu narrowed their eyes, ears listening into the faint tune she was hearing. She swore she recognised it somehow, but it was almost as if the memory was just out of her reach...

She couldn't help the unease that continued to grow within her. Something was wrong.

- Kiyuu & Anchor

[bhaalsdeepbat]

I wanna share some WIP stuff from Never Love An Anchor bc i'm squirming with feels.

mercy taking twins to first check up and meeting with a doctor who has...specialized knowledge about dhampyrs

from a drabble where mercy goes to yell at bhaal for trying to get his claws in their progeny. the twins are THEIRS to fuck up not his. only to be met with silence by a god they had once devoted their existence to

and then another part of that same drabble

astarion angst from a chapter that will be his POV and have him have a little breakdown

[seud-luachmhor]

Our whole house has been unwell this past fortnight, so my granny (80, loves a sloe gin, appreciates naked bums in museum statues) has been bringing us treats to make us feel better. This morning, she dropped us off a cake she'd made, wrapped in this very Tim-esque linen tea towel.

I dunno how accurate it still is as im sure this is an ancient print but it got me thinking.

In the beginning of Them™, Tim and Anne passing paperwork between their offices - all offical and above board except for a little flag scribbled on a scrap piece tucked in the pile of manilla folders. A meaningless doodle should anyone else's eyes happen upon it, but the message perfectly clear to the recipient; their own little code.

A simple 'affirmative' or 'negative', or a coy 'stop carrying out your intentions and watch for my signals'.

'My vessel is stopped and making no way through the water' for a clear afternoon schedule?

'Keep clear of me, I am engaged in pair trawling' when Tim just couldn't get out of back to back meetings.

(I'm not even going to mention 'I require a tug'...)

They were definetly up to some Cute Enough to Kill shenanigans, so I guess I'm now headcannoning this.

[alyrictoasongbythecranewives]

On some level, I think I always understood

That a ship could never really love an anchor

So, I did the only thing that I could

And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor