#this is all i will divulge atm

[sacreblugh]

fast ball, tell us lore on oc's, go!

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OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD:

angeleyes: farmboy who ran away from his folks' ranch and Uber religious town to join the ncr and turns out he's a realllly good shot so he's put in first recon but after the second battle of hoover dam that boy ain't been right in the head. like he came to the Mojave: twink, "straight and saving myself for marriage 😇", non smoker, non drinker, happy, polite, kinda naïve 💀 had all his fingers. and he's gonna leave the Mojave: twunk, "straight but who cares sex is sex even if it's with two men", can't function without his flask, jaded and kind of at odds with his religious upbringing, missing half of his fingers from one hand, and an NCR ranger with a shiny little medal.

gael 'bloodbag' saltillo: he's a merc! a really fucking weird one at that. got nickname because he's almost always lugging around a sack with some bleeding limb or head as proof of a job done. mega asshole and has little to no morals. he'll kill anyone and it's not just because of the caps. has cannibalistic and other tendencies but shhhh. nobody really knows wtf is his deal just that he's never clocked out of his shift at the hater factory. has the prettiest eyes and it's such a shame because he's such a bloodthirsty dick! hates the ncr and the legion but still does jobs for both of them 💀

alcaldesa anhelo de los soleados: yes she has a whole title because she's her. mayor of her people, the soleados who have roots from mexico and whose culture respects deathclaws a great deal. she's always plotting and very very cunning. is the youngest to ever be mayor of pueblo (the soleados' village) because she had to step up and take her father's place after he was murdered by some powder gangers. as a result of that she doesn't really fw the ncr 💀 she'll do anything to keep her village and their culture and livelihood thriving and independent even if that means trying to form some sort of alliance with the legion (espoiler)

aspen: he's dirty. so fucking greasy and bloody and dirty and is like 3 inches tall. is missing an eye and part of his ear and is actually kinda smart. he's from near waco and near the texas branch of the bos 🥸 he's realllllly handy when it comes to old world tech and tinkering. big time scavver and he's a huge prewar filmbro, always on the lookout for prewar holotapes and media. dean domino fan (whos gonna tell him). he loves collecting vault tec shit. has beef with Ralph from freeside but it's like a friendly little frenemies rivalry thingy because of their tech skills. he's kinda...kinda ghoul and supermutant racist ☠️ like he doesn't mind being around them but he does. he won't be insulting them or waving a flag or whatever but there are subtle signs 🥸

[anoddopal]

Gist of: One Piece S/I

The name is Bun-Bun Silva! [But just “Silva” or “Bun” will do; her name is technically "Silver" but due to how several persons have pronounced it, she began to spell it differently.]

Call Bun a woman if it's easiest for you, but those that know Silva well will insist that bun's true gender is rabbit. [Pronouns: She/Bun/They]

Not a Devil Fruit user [in the main timeline]. Will not eat one, for she is far too neurodivergently attached to water to forfeit her ability to swim. In the Forbidden Fruit AU, Silva DOES eat a Devil Fruit as part of her initiation into the Blackbeard Pirates. Rabbit-Rabbit Fruit, Model: Wolpertinger.

No matter where she is in the world at any given moment, she's always out there trying to live her best life. Every adventure only adds to her life experience. She's seen a lot of bad in the world [and experienced it firsthand], so she does what she can to impart some good in it when she can. Undoubtedly, a decent portion of the good she does benefits animals first and foremost- but Silva is quick to whip out her humanitarian side when it comes to the ill and/or struggling members of society.

Still a bit morally gray. Neutral Good; borders on chaotic good if anything. A dreamer for sure, but also a realist. Has a cynical side. A bit of a misanthrope, but is quite pacifist overall. However, she won’t cry over someone who does great harm getting what they deserve.

As much as she loves peace and serenity, she also looooooves causing trouble for those she thinks need to be knocked down a peg. Sometimes you just have to dig deep inside yourself and let that sassy, petty, antagonistic bitch out to play. 💅

As a whole, fairly mistrustful of both pirates and marines. Any potential allies have to prove themselves trustworthy on an individual basis. The Marine hate hardly ever subsides, however. Bun is NOT fond of the World Government.

Notable weapons of choice are her “hamgun” [her pet hamster that she holds like a pistol- who shoots rapid fire seeds at the target] and her “pinstole” [pet leopard gecko who is thrown at the opponent- appears to be able to give the target salmonella poisoning at will?!]. Furthermore, she has two beloved pet lapahns/lapins that function as her muscle, along with a piebald banana gator/bananawani named “Baby”.  Bun has even more pets than that though... an assembly of critters.

As far as education goes, her strengths lie in animal behavior/husbandry, psychology, sociology and history. Has an avid interest in philosophy.

Sometimes she uses her skills to serve as a de facto "therapist" to those in need. Mind you, she's no doctor, but she's a lot better than nothing for several of the individuals who need help out on the Grand Line and beyond. It's a long story, but this tendency led to an eventual friendship with Buggy the Clown of all people-

Eventually gets a bounty on her head after the events of the Summit War. It only rises from thereon out. At any point, no matter what her bounty is listed as, her lapin Stratus ALWAYS has a higher amount of berries on her head. 🐰 [The bounty is more significant in the AU timeline where she's running around with BB's Crew! ... And yes, Stratus' is still higher!]

Loves to sing! When she’s singing it’s a sure sign she’s in the best of moods!! … The only issue is that she can’t carry a tune to save her life… so it’s really more of a flat caterwaul. But!! It’s always a positive occurrence regardless!

Goes through phases of shaving and not shaving - and won’t you know, she’s confident scraggly and smooth! uwu

There are a few notable scars on her body [pictured here: on her right wrist and under her chin]. They all tell different stories. Most of which she'll share with a gleam in her eye! But some of the others? Ah, well, those are tales for another day...

[loulouwrites]

DIVULGATION . TOMMY SHELBY

summary: tommy's perfect life comes crashing down around him

warnings: angst, swearing, infidelity (sort of), talks of childbirth, terminal illness, child abandonment, infertility issues, period typical attitudes towards pregnancy and childbirth, period typical sexism/misogyny, loss of a parent, unedited

a/n: i will get to making a taglist, but life is a nightmare atm lmao

word count: 3.7k

In many ways, life had not been kind to Tommy Shelby. He had been raised in nothing more than a slum, in a town that saw no sunny days, any form of sunlight being covered by the thick smog of the factories that loomed over the town's residents - a constant reminder of their destiny. He had volunteered to fight for the King before he truly had time to understand what it meant, the thought of fighting men the same as him in a foreign country seeming better than being stuck in Small Heath for the rest of his miserable life.

He was meant for greater things, and he knew exactly what he had to do to get them.

As haunted as he was, Tommy excelled in nearly all aspects of his life. He had built an empire from nothing, he had secured a country manor for the cost of a shack in Small Heath, and he had a wife that had seemed to be put on this earth just for him.

Every decision he made, every step he took, was a calculated move to protect what he had built and to silence the ghosts that refused to let him be. Tommy Shelby was a man driven by both his aspirations and his demons, forever walking the line between triumph and torment.

She had married Tommy Shelby out of nothing but love. When they were wed, he had just arrived home from France, and people told her he was a shadow of the man he once was, though she never believed them. He was funny, charming, and clever; he just kept that part of himself hidden from everyone but her, which only endeared him to her even more.

They had come a long way since their wedding day. They had moved out of the terrace on Watery Lane into a mansion that was far too big for their small family. She no longer spent her days working in the shady betting office at the back of their house; now her days were filled with planning dinner parties and organising fundraising events for her husband's numerous charitable organisations.

Life was easier now, even if it felt a little emptier. She had thought her family would be bigger by now, expecting a few children to fill the vast house and keep her company, but it had never happened for her. She had wondered if there was something wrong with her, that her body was simply created wrong. It wasn't until she was having lunch at Polly's house that realisation dawned on her.

"You're pregnant," the older woman grinned behind her cigarette.

Her eyes widened at the words, and she dropped the china cup on the table. She had long given up on the thought of carrying a child, so the signs of her pregnancy had gone unnoticed. But the words Polly spoke hit her like a ton of bricks.

She was pregnant.

She left Polly's house hastily, barely glancing at the woman as she rushed to her car, a smile on her face, already imagining Tommy's reaction when she told him. She knew he would be thrilled. He had been pining for a child of his own even more than she had, and the hopeful looks he gave her whenever she was sick pierced her heart each time. But that didn't matter now, she was finally giving him a child, they were finally starting their family.

She called Frances' name as soon as she stepped through the door, asking if Tommy was home yet as she threw her bag and coat on the chair by the door. The housekeeper appeared in the foyer with a nervous look on her face, a rarity for the somewhat judgmental woman.

"Mrs. Shelby," Frances started, wringing her hands together in a timid manner, "you have a visitor."

"Who?" she asked, her joyful smile slowly fading.

"A woman," the older woman replied. "She claims to know your husband."

She understood Frances' apprehension in that moment. It was rare for Tommy to receive female visitors at the house, unless they were family or there for business.

She was about to question the housekeeper further but was interrupted by the front door swinging open. Her husband stepped inside, his eyes widening in confusion at the sight of the two women standing frozen in the foyer, their eyes burning into him.

"Mr. Shelby," Frances broke the silence. "You have a visitor."

"Who? I'm not expecting anyone," Tommy said, walking to stand beside his wife and placing a tentative hand on her waist, not missing the way she stiffened under his touch.

"A woman," his wife said, pinching her lips together.

"A woman," he echoed, his eyes flickering between his wife and Frances. "Did this woman happen to give you her name, Frances?"

"She said her name was Catherine, Mr. Shelby," Frances replied hesitantly. "There is something else..."

The husband and wife fixed her with such a burning gaze that the older woman had to lower her head to evade it, only daring to raise it again when Tommy cleared his throat, signaling for her to continue.

"She has a child with her, little thing, about ten years old."

The tension in the room thickened with Frances' words. All three bodies straightened, Tommy dropping his hand from his wife's waist to nervously rub along his lips.

He didn't notice his wife's absence at his side until he heard Frances' panicked voice call her name as she stormed towards his study, the skirt of her dress swinging from side to side with the force of her steps.

He joined Frances, calling out of her name, but she didn't listen, swinging the door to his study open, her heated gaze landing on the woman sitting on one of the seats at Tommy's desk.

"Who are you?" she spat out, shaking off Tommy as he caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

The woman's eyes widened. "My...my name is Catherine."

"I didn't mean your name," she hissed, approaching the desk. "Who are you?"

"I'd prefer to speak to Tommy alone," Catherine answered meekly, dropping her gaze.

"You'd prefer to speak to Tommy," she mocked, leaning a hand on the desk. Tommy called her name again, shaking his head at her when she looked at him.

"Do you know this woman?" she asked her husband, whose gaze flickered to the woman sat by his desk, a blank look on her face.

"No."

Catherine scoffed at his words, standing up from the chair on shaky feet. It was only then the frail state of the woman was clear. She may have been pretty once, but her sunken cheeks and pale skin aged her, and the drab clothes she wore made her seem worn and tired beyond her years.

"This," Catherine pointed to the child sitting beside her, and the other two adults in the room looked at the boy for the first time since they entered, "is Frank."

The young boy didn't look up at the mention of his name, his eyes fixed to his swinging feet.

"He's your son, Tommy."

"Ha," Tommy's wife scoffed. "I'm sure he is."

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Tommy called her name again, a warning in his voice that he seldom used when addressing her. She fixed him with a glare she seldom directed at him.

"It was before you went to France," Catherine interrupted the husband and wife's silent conversation. "You and your brothers were buying whiskey for the whole pub. I always remember you sitting in the corner, just watching everyone else have fun. I came over and asked you if you were drinking to celebrate or to forget, and you said..."

"Both," Tommy finished her sentence.

"Oh my God," his wife gasped, her hands covering her mouth.

Catherine ignored the other woman, turning her attention to Tommy.

"By the time I realised I was pregnant, you were already in France, and when you came back, everyone said you were different...I was managing fine so I didn't feel the need to tell you..."

"But now you need money," Tommy nodded, reaching into his breastpocket for a cigarette. "How much?"

"What?" Catherine frowned.

"How much?" Tommy mumbled as he lit his cigarette.

"I don't need your money," the woman had the decency to sound offended at the man's words.

"Bullshit," his wife scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't," Catherine insisted. "I'm sick, Tommy. Very sick, and I have no family. It's just me and Frankie."

The silent little boy in the chair finally lifted his head to look at his mother, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"He'll have no one when I'm gone."

"We run an orphanage," his wife spoke, her voice cruel and cutting, "we can reserve him a space."

Tommy's head snapped towards her, shock written clearly on his features. His wife was many things—sarcastic, witty, clever—but he had never seen her as cruel, not until this very moment.

"No," the boy shouted, getting up from his chair to stand beside his mother. "I won't go to an orphanage."

"You won't, son," Tommy addressed the boy for the fist time. "My wife was just joking."

His wife rolled her eyes, stormed out of the room, muttering a 'fuck you, Thomas' as she passed him on her way to the door.

It was late when Tommy finally entered the bedroom; his wife sat at her vanity, removing her earrings.

"They've finally gone then," she sighed, beginning to unpin her hair. "How much did you give them?"

He ignored her, throwing himself down on the bed and placing a hand over his eyes, doing anything he could to avoid meeting her gaze.

"Thomas," she warned, "how much?"

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Nothing? They left without a penny?" she scoffed.

"They didn't leave," Tommy snapped, raising his voice and slamming the arm that covered his eyes onto the bed. He groaned as the hairbrush she had thrown hit him in the chest.

"They're still here?" she hissed, standing from the vanity and approaching the bed as Tommy sat up.

"Just listen," he attempted to place his hands on her hips, but she smacked them away, pacing the floor with her hands in her hair. "I am that boy's father, whether we like it or not, I am, alright?"

She shook her head, muttering under her breath as she paced.

"I'm not going to throw him and his sick mother out on the street," he continued. "That's not the man I am, and you know it's not."

"No, your moral compass is a beacon to us all, Tommy," she rolled her eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" he shouted, beginning to lose his temper.

"Not get whores pregnant, for one!" she shouted back, throwing her arms up. "You've betrayed me, Thomas."

"Betrayed?" he repeated, the disbelief evident in his tone. "I didn't know you fucking existed then."

"Well, I still feel betrayed."

Tommy sighed, rising from the bed and approaching his wife the way he would a skittish horse.

"I know, I know," he sighed, placing a hand on her cheek. She didn't resist, though she didn't lean into it either. "It's a fucking mess, and I'm sorry."

She choked out a sob, dropping her head. "It was supposed to be a good day."

"I know," Tommy murmured, moving the hand that was holding her cheek to the back of her neck and pulling her to his chest. "I'm sorry I ruined it."

If only he knew what he had ruined.

The clattering of knives and forks was all that could be heard in the dining room, there were more than ten people sat at the table and it appeared nobody could find a word to speak.

It had been exactly three days since Catherine and Frankie appeared on the Shelby's doorstep, and the tension had only been rising. She had thought she was doing a good job of being civil towards the woman and child who had ruined her life—nodding at them politely when her attempts to avoid them failed, and choking out a 'hello' whenever she ran into them in the corridors.

Tommy had been less than impressed with her attempts to hide from the strangers, and insisted he throw a dinner party to offically introduce his son to the rest of the family, much to his wife's chagrin.

"Lovely lamb," Arthur muttered awkwardly from the other end of the table, his words met with half-hearted murmurs of agreement.

"Frankie loves lamb," Catherine responded, receiving eye rolls from the woman sat beside her, and Polly who was sat opposite.

"How lovely," Polly offered a fake smile.

"I don't eat it a lot, though," Frank spoke from his mother's side. "Lamb's too expensive for mum."

She and Polly sniggered at the boy's words, covering their mouths when Tommy threw them both a glare.

"You enjoy school, Frankie?" John asked.

"It's okay," the boy shrugged. "I'm not very clever, though."

"Takes after his father," Polly muttered, earning a laugh from the man's wife.

"That's not true," Catherine placed a hand on Frank's shoulder. "He's a brilliant artist, and loves to read."

"What about you, Catherine?" Polly leaned forward, puffing on her cigarette. "Tell us about yourself."

"Well...I was a secretary until recently, I'm from not far from you..."

"Fascinating," Polly dismissed her.

"Polly," Tommy warned, subtly shaking his head.

"Why don't we take Frankie outside, Tom?" Arthur interrupted. "Show him how to shoot a gun."

"Oh, I don't-" Catherine started, but was interrupted by Polly.

"That's a wonderful idea, leave us ladies to chat."

Catherine conceded, not wanting to offend the older woman more than she already had. The men all left the table, Tommy having to gently drag Frank away from his mother, leaving the three women alone.

"So, Catherine," Polly began as soon as she heard the door close behind the boys. "Are you planning on staying here until you die?"

"Polly," the other woman gasped at her bluntness, but couldn't help but turn her head to Catherine to await the answer. She had been wondering that herself.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it," Catherine laughed awkwardly. "I just...needed to know Frank would be okay."

"He will be," Polly nodded.

"I know, I know that now." Catherine nodded. "Tommy has been very generous." Her eyes flickered to Tommy's wife, sat beside her, the omission in her statement clear.

"You have no other family that could take Frank?" Polly question, and Catherine shook her head, sweat beginning to pool on her forehead.

"No, my mother died when I was about his age, and my dad passed a few years ago. I'm an only child."

"Bless you," there was malice Mrs. Shelby's tone when she finally spoke.

"It must be scary, knowing you're not going to be here for your child. Trusing two strangers to care for him," Polly continued, not noticing Catherine's face getting paler, nor the way her hands shook when she lifted them to rub her head.

"Polly, I don't think she's feeling well," the other woman frowned when she noticed Catherine's body begin to slump in her chair.

"She's fine."

"No," Catherine said. "I'm not, I think I need to lay down."

They called Frances over, instructing them to take Catherine to bed, neither woman standing up from their seats to assist. They watched as Frances struggled to hold up the frail woman's body as she hald carried her out of the dining room.

"She's a fucking good actress," Polly muttered.

Frances returned to the dining room to inform the two women that Catherine had taken a turn, and the doctor would arrive soon to examine her.

Polly sat unaffected by the housekeeper's words; her counterpart's eyes, however, widened in horror.

"Oh my God, Polly," she gasped. "Have we killed her?"

"Oh, shut up," Polly scoffed, stamping out her cigarette in the ashtray. "She was dying before she even got here."

"Polly," she sputtered. "Your interrogation has literally put her in an early grave."

"Oh, because you were treating her splendidly?"

"I was just ignoring her. You've fucking killed her."

The dining room door slammed open. Tommy stood there, his face red, his eyes stormy.

"What did you two fucking do?"

Two days following the dinner party, Catherine's condition had not improved. The doctor had told them that her illness was so advanced that it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Still, she couldn't ignore the guilt that was bubbling in her stomach when she thought about the way she had acted at dinner.

She knocked lightly on the door, opening it gently, careful not to disturb the frail woman that was lying in bed.

"I'm surprised to see you," Catherine choked out, weakly pulling herself into a sitting position.

"I'm surprised too."

"Is there something wrong? Is Frankie okay?"

"Everything's fine," she reassured the woman, moving to sit in the chair beside the bed. "I came to apologise."

She didn't miss the way Catherine's eyebrow's rose.

"The way I've behaved since you arrived has been terrible. I'm not a cruel person, I swear. I was just angry."

"I understand."

She paused, her breath catching in her throat at Catherine's words.

"I would be angry, too, if I were you."

"It doesn't excuse the way I've treated you."

"No," Catherine breathed with a laugh. "But I understand it anyway. You felt like you lost everything in a few minutes, and I was easy to blame."

"I am very sorry," she spoke through the tears in her eyes.

"I am too."

"Well," she coughed, standing from her seat. "I should let you rest."

Catherine called her name when her hand was on the doorhandle, and she turned to look at the sick woman.

"Look after Frankie, please," she said, her voice weak and teary. "He's a sensitive boy. Please look after him, and love him, love him as much as the child in your belly."

"How did you know?"

"I had the same mood swings when I was pregnant," she said. Both women let out a small laugh.

"I promise to look after him... and to love him like my own."

"Thank you."

She approached Tommy, who was leaning in Frankie's doorway, quietly observing the boy as he slept peacefully. She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his back. Tommy jumped in surprise before reaching to hold his wife's hands, which were clasped around his stomach.

"You'll be a good father," she spoke into his back.

"Just wish it didn't happen like this," Tommy mumbled. "It should have been you and me."

"It will be," she promised. "You, me, Frankie, and the baby."

Tommy unclasped her hands, turning to face her, a frown on his face.

"You're..."

"I am."

Tommy's expression softened as he processed the news, a mixture of surprise and tenderness crossing his features.

"You're pregnant," Tommy breathed, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and wonder. He pulled her close again, holding her tightly against him. "We're having a baby."

She nodded against his chest, feeling his heart beat faster beneath her ear. "Yes, Tommy."

Tommy pressed a kiss to the top of her head, overwhelmed with emotions. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you and I'm so fucking sorry."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him back, her eyes landing on the boy asleep in the bed.

Catherine's funeral service was small. There weren't many people close to the woman, the majority of the mourners being the Shelby family.

Frankie didn't say much the whole day, he just stood at his mother's grave, an empty look in his eyes that she recognised all too well.

They arrived home in silence, Frankie jumping out of the car as soon as it pulled up in front of the house, running inside before anyone could stop him.

"He just needs time," she told her husband, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I know," Tommy agreed. He was no stranger to death, nor the solemn emptiness that came after.

She knocked on Frankie's door later that evening, popping her head in to see him sat on the carpet, still in his suit from the funeral.

"I'm just checking in," she offered him a small smile, kneeling down beside him on the floor. "How are you feeling?"

Frankie shrugged in response, his eyes downcast.

"It's okay if you want to cry, there's no shame in it."

"I don't want to cry," his voice shook, "I just want my mum."

"Oh, sweetheart," she breathed out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I know you do."

He didn't respond, he just kept his gaze pinned to the blue carpet beneath him.

"I lost my mum too, you know?" she said. Frankie's eyes snapped to hers for a moment, then snapped back down. "She died when I was a bit older than you. She got sick and died a few weeks later; there was nothing anyone could do."

"Do you miss her?" Frankie asked, turning to face her.

"Every day," she told him, "it doesn't get easier. You just learn to live with it. And then, someday, you'll be able to think about her and your time together, and it won't hurt so much. But you'll always miss your mum."

Frankie's lips pinched together in thought, and he nodded, accepting her ineloquent words greatfully.

"I know I haven't been very nice to you," she said. "But we're a family, and if you ever want to talk about her, you can come to me, and I'll listen."

"Okay."

"Okay," she rose from the floor.

"I'm sorry about your mum," Frankie said once she was standing.

"I'm sorry about yours," she replied, offering him one last smile before leaving the room.

Elsie Catherine Shelby was born in the early hours of the morning. She came quickly and was less fussy than other babies, according to the midwife.

Her big brother was excited to meet her, pacing the bottom of the stairs until the midwife allowed him to enter the room, a smile on his face as he greeted his little sister with glee.

"I'm not an only child anymore," he had laughed, poking the infant's cheek gently.

And just like that, the Shelby family welcomed their newest member.

[thistransient]

Hello! I love your photos ^^ Any tips for someone visiting Taiwan (first time travelling in East Asia) in late October/early November? I was inspired by your hiking photos the other day, I love hiking but I'm a newbie... Thank you, have a lovely weekend!

Thank you, hello to you as well! Re: hiking, the popular trails around Taipei at least are pretty clear, well-maintained, and accessible by public transport, there are a lot of beautiful views that don't require too much exertion (in November if you're lucky it might even be cool enough not to sweat half to death!). Definitely try to go to Yangmingshan, as it should be silver grass season around then, very scenic.

I'm not sure if where you're coming from is more or less a) developed and b) tropical than Taiwan, and whether you plan on renting a vehicle or not, but some general advice:

If these are not the kind of tips you were thinking of and you want to divulge more specific interests, I can give more fine-tuned recs! Hmm maybe I should just make a list of underrated places around Taipei...

- the Easycard (悠游卡) is really useful, you can get it at any convenience store (last I know it was 100元) and use it in all cities for the bus/metro/non-reserved trains/bike rental/payment at convenience stores + some other shops. A lot of establishments are still cash-only though, so it's good to have enough of that (Cathay United ATMs don't seem to charge fees)

- I always bring an umbrella, if it's not raining then it's too sunny, and even if it's perfect weather you can shake it angrily at scooters that almost run you over (kidding...kinda...)

- Be very careful crossing the road, especially in the crosswalk when you have right of way, people love to run red lights, and bus drivers hitting people keeps making the news

- Personally I love the Youbike system (I think you need to register your Easycard to a phone number but the app makes it pretty easy), Taipei has a great bike trail system along the riversides (or you can just walk if you're not a bike person), I've also used them in Kaohsiung and Tainan

- It's a subject of debate as to whether you should drink the tap water, in theory it should be fine but most people boil or filter it just in case (or for flavour I guess?). Sometimes if I'm lazy and thirsty I just drink it, tastes tolerable and nothing averse has happened yet! Most metro stations have a free water bottle refill station though, I see them in parks sometimes too.

- Whether or not you can flush toilet paper is also up for debate. Often there will be a sign (with varying degrees of humour and/or threats) somewhere indicating where it should or should not go, as the pipes in some old buildings cannot handle it, but newer ones can.

- You can get into the metro stations and use the bathroom for free if you ask the station agent for a token (which is good for 10 minutes or so), this also works if you come out the wrong exit and want to go back through. Most bigger parks also have bathroom facilities, which are generally clean.

- My go-to 24-hour restaurants are Sukiya (すき家) and Yon Ho (永和豆漿), 7-11 is also a place of many wonders (print/scan/copy/pick up train tickets/receive mail/hang out and have a drink, the onigiri are a great snack and the pre-made meals are actually not bad)

[sixseasonsofodestawithatardis]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💜 (also no pressure of course)

Hi, Thanks for sending this in; I rarely divulge any info about myself, so I'm genuinely excited to answer this 🙂.

My Cat- Photo of my cat inserted below; fun fact: she loves Cheesestrings!

2. My voluntary work—Okay, so for extra info, once a week, I help out at a drop-in community art group by making hot drinks, filling in the register, providing 1:1 support for our participants, and helping out at some events. I've been there for a long time and made friends with the group, and I feel distraught whenever I can't attend! I'm not going to get too specific because I don't want to dox myself, lol!

3. Whenever I meet up with my friends

4. I managed to bag tickets to a gig for one of my favourite bands called Litany after worrying all week that they wouldn't give me accessible seating. Also extra happy I didn't have to prove my medical problems + accessibility info 🥳

5. My writing (specifically my poetry and articles) —I wasn't going to put this down initially, but I realised

A) I don't talk about my writing at all, and

B) It makes me happy and immensely proud (sometimes). I've had a poem published and a bunch of articles as well (digitally), and that makes me really happy! But also, I've got a finished poem that I'm the proudest of because it took me a year to write, and it's one of my best (so far). Atm I'm trying to find a home for it. I'm just waiting for submissions to be open and for the right journal/magazine, it would fit with!

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hey bro, hope ur doing well and happy holidays <3 i have a elliot request cuz he’s my comfort character atm: could it be like platonic soulmates with prompt 16 where they’re just a bit flirty but like in a sarcastic way?

Of course!! I hope this is what you were thinking when you requested :) I hope you had a good start to your new year!

"I have so many questions when I look at the two of you." Jules calls out suddenly, breaking the silence of our smoke circle and she pulls the blunt away from her smirking lips. Elliot and I look at each other with a curious look before glancing over at the girls who share a similar, intrigued look on their stoned faces.

"What do you mean?" I ask, throwing my legs across Elliot's lap as he immediately glues his hands to the sensitive skin of my thighs, drawing aimless circles into my bare skin.

"Well, you're not fucking." Rue observes and I chuckle, taking a hit off of my blunt before giving her a simple shake of my head. "You've never kissed?" She asks and I hear Elliot snicker beside me, head leaning to dip into the crook of my neck to hide his smile.

"We never said that." I tease vaguely with a grin, knowing that it would cause a brain fart in the girls since they would expect the two of us to divulge them in all of our juicy secrets like they would. You would expect. Elliot and I laugh quietly to ourselves, watching the two girls look at each other, brows furrowed in mutual confusion.

"You've never wondered what it would be like to date?" Jules asks, wafting her hand to disperse the smoke around her with a cough.

"Nope." I shake my head with a shrug and Elliot nods, agreeing quietly with me as he wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. "We're perfectly fine the way that we are."

"But you guys flirt all the time." We nod, knowing we've been over this so many times between the four of us. For some reason, it's so hard for them to understand that Elliot and I like to mess with each other, to be all over each other, without all of the extra shit that comes with being in a relationship or talking about our feelings.

Friends with benefits except the benefits are confusion everyone else around us and having each other as fake partners to bring to family events.

"Yeah but it doesn't mean anything."

"Elliot, you literally looked at her twenty minutes ago and said 'I don't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing' and winked at her." Jules shouts and Rue immediately bursts out in a fit of laughter, patting Jules back as she sends me a wink from across the room.

"Yes and?" Elliot asks, looking down at me with a nonchalant smile. "We just like to fuck with each other."

"More like fuck each other."

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[chiefcatherder]

another fanfic I really want to write (ok i actually started it but it's not much atm) is a rescue bot fic about how they got to be the team you see in the show since it's obvious they worked together before but they are also still learning things about each other? it would divulge in to how taxing rescue work can be but not a completely grim dark way ? idk

this would be a hopefully long ish fic i think and mostly using TFP and the show as reference point, with artistic liberties as some of the cannon is either boring or straight up makes no sense if you spend more then a minute thinking about it, i also don't want to figure out all the nitty gritty of the aligned continuity, the damn thing contradicts it self at points anyway!

[sunlightmurdock]

I need you to know that I was up for an hour past my bed time last night thinking and analyzing the last chapter of The Odyssey in my head.

These are my thoughts and I need you to tell me if I’m wrong lol:

First of all Robin and Luke DEFINITELY lied about the Dr Hayes thing just to rile her up. And poor sweet Abigail was so oblivious to the situation, she would’ve never participated in that conversation if she knew their true intent behind it. If she disappoints me I’m gonna be so sad.

As for Bradley, it’s very clear that he loves Honey in a way he’s never loved before. I think he’s trying so hard to protect Honey that it comes off as disinterested at times. I think he’d loved nothing more than to sleep with her but he is very aware of their different comfortabilities with sex so he’s not only learning her but also learning about himself. Things he’d do that he wouldn’t normally think twice about, he’s now thinking about twice and then twice more to make sure he’s not over stepping.

And poor Honey, I just want to hug her. She saw a light at the end of the tunnel with Bradley, a path divulged from the only thing she’s ever known in life and with a single conversation all her insecurities were confirmed. She was grasping back at her old life that she had subconsciously planned to let go, and her guard went back up so quickly with Bradley that she turned back into the version of herself that has protected her her whole life; a rich bitch lol. She’s so worried that all she’ll ever be to Bradley is a Miss Penny, and she’ll never be a Natasha.

Also… how in the WORLD are you gonna casually mention they played a game of strip poker and not go into heavy detail?? I was like “are we gonna pretend like she didn’t say what she just said??”

—

I have complied a small hodgepodge list of songs that I think Honey would absolutely listen to rn if she was in the 21st century… this is solely based on vibes, I did zero analysis on these songs:

“obsessed” by Olivia Rodrigo (specifically her a thinking about Natasha all the time)

“ILLICIT AFFAIRS” BY TAYLOR SWIFT (“don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby” just speaks for it’s self)

“Forever In Blue Jeans” by Neil Diamond (I’m sorry but this is the song Honey has decided is their song and she sings it when she is absolutely infatuated with him)

“Boom” by Anjulie (Honey when she’s feeling frisky)

“STRAWBERRY WINE” BY DEANA CARTER (I mean… the vibes are just THERE, no explanation needed)

“Gold Rush” by Taylor Swift (hypothetically Honey listens to this on the bus ride after she hears Robin gossiping about Penny and Dr Hayes)

“This is me trying” by Taylor Swift (specifically the lyrics where she says “and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad, I have a lot of regrets about that” 😭😭)

So, Luke was not lying about Miss Penny! And it definitely lands poor Bradley in some hot water and makes him explain himself a bit 👀

And Bradley definitely cares about her a lot a lot, and he’s just very conflicted on a lot of things atm!

And hahaha I was waiting to see if anyone picked up on the fact that they low-key played strip poker 😭

Great songs btw! 🫶

[cosmictapestry]

Morphienne smut prompt if you have the time! A17 + A30

Also We, Divinity is my comfort fic atm so thank you for that

A17. "can you cum like this?"

and

A30. pillow humping

oops this has more Feelings than anticipated

being so so so so extra nicies to me gets you into heaven btw

prompt list here

Lucienne has satin pillows in her quarters. She doesn't need them, really, ever since she started keeping her head shaved, but the cool, sleek feel isn't something she's about to stop enjoying now that her bedchamber is back under her control and not actively decaying without her lord's power. She is very glad that she's kept this luxury, now that she and her lord have fallen into this bed together for the first time, and he can't keep his hands off the fabric.

His hands and his face, apparently, Lucienne notes, watching him nuzzle into the pillow under his head like a cat. She doesn't tease him about it for fear that he'll stop. It's been a lovely night so far, and Lucienne feels sated and content and worshiped, and all she wants to do now is watch him and ache for him.

She cannot imagine, truly, what his imprisonment was like, day by day. He has divulged agonizing truths, how the cold became numb buzzing became nothing became fear, how he was rendered rageful and terrified and untethered in turns, how scared he still is on days when her hands on his skin make him flinch.

Lord Morpheus startles, and he—likely aiming for subtlety—turns on his side to face her and takes her hands in his own. She hates when she does this to him, hates that thinking about what happened to him exposes him to it again, hates that he would never be angry with her for it. She strokes his sharp knuckles with her thumbs, lets her eyes wander down his marked-up neck and chest, lets her mind focus on more pleasant things. "Do you know my favorite thing to do with these pillows?" And she imagines it for him, what she thinks it must look like, how it feels.

Her lord blinks, and then his eyes widen. "Oh," he says. "That is creative." There is a visible stirring of interest where his length settles soft along the crease of his hip. A playful little smile quirks his lips, any distress she might have caused him gone without question. "I may require a demonstration. To make sure I fully understand."

Lucienne grins, and she scoots forward to kiss him. If she was sated before, his eagerness and his comfort in asking for what he wants relights the fire in the pit of her belly. "Oh, you want a show," she murmurs against his lips, strokes one hand down his arm to feel him shiver. "I can do that for you."

"Mm," his eyes all soft and amused, he takes the pillow out from underneath his own head, hands it over to her, props himself up on one elbow. "Let me see how it's done."

That's all the encouragement she needs. Tingling, hot under his gaze, Lucienne sits up, settles the pillow between her knees, rests her weight on her hands in the sheets in front of her. She watches her lord out of the corner of her eye as she lowers herself down, rests her core against the smooth satin and shivers with the first sleek touch on her skin. Slowly she rolls her hips, a long and languid drag, and her lips part on a soft moan.

Lord Morpheus rests one hand on her thigh, strokes it, watches the undulating motion of her hips, the clenching of her hands in the sheets. "How does that feel?"

"It feels lovely," Lucienne murmurs, all sweaty and breathless with his attention, with his voice. The pillow is smooth and cool, vibrant sensation on her clit, teasing and light and not enough to get her off but enough to make her wet, to make her shudder. With another moan she leans forward, settles on her elbows, gives a long, sharp roll that makes her see stars.

Her lord makes a sound, quiet and admiring, and he sits up, moves to watch her from the back. Lucienne's face burns, and she hardly manages to hold back a squeak when she feels his hand on her arse, feels him spread her open. In her mind's eye she can see it, all her dark skin gleaming, the vibrant color of her glistening folds spread by his thumb, that big hand dimpling her flesh. "More beautiful than you're imagining," he tells her, and she gasps, rocks back shamelessly. "May I help?"

"Fuck, please," Lucienne whimpers. The pads of his fingers massage her folds, spread her wetness all around while she grinds into the satin beneath her, and when he slips one finger inside of her she keens. "Dream—"

Somehow she thinks she can feel his eyes on her, feel him watching and cataloguing her every reaction and acting accordingly, pistoning his finger slow and deep in time with her thrusts. "You can clench so tight around one finger," he says, casually. "It's a wonder I can ever fit inside you at all."

She gasps, moans, lets her head fall forward onto her forearms. "You should talk more often," she tells him.

"I wouldn't want you to get tired of it," her lord says, a grin in his voice. A second finger slips in alongside the first, so long and nimble and deep inside of her, stroking, coaxing her muscles to flutter and her hips to jerk. "All I would talk about is how lovely you are. How good you feel." His next breath shakes a little, profoundly affected. "How much I want you."

A couple more slow, deep grinds, fucking herself on his fingers, and she comes, clenching hard and sharp and shivering, crying out, riding the trembling waves as they crash over her. She realizes he's removed his fingers and is now lapping at her core, tonguing inside of her until she makes a distressed little noise, and he eases back, hands massaging her arse down to her thighs. Lucienne slumps, shivering again at sleek fabric on her flesh. "That's how it's done," she says, breathlessly. "And now it's your turn."

He huffs a laugh, coming up beside her again, running his hand up her back. Lucienne turns her face against her arms to see him, and his smug little smile reads like a challenge. With a snort she sits up, slips the pillow out from under her, hands it to him—and notices, with a thrill, the large wet spot on the fabric. He notices, too, if the darkening of his eyes is any indication.

Tentatively, he settles the pillow between his knees, just as Lucienne had done. He sits up straighter than she had, his hands on either side of the pillow, his brow furrowed in concentration as he lowers himself down, settles his cock down on the satin. Lucienne licks her lips, seeing the way his lashes flutter on the first thrust, how hard and wet he got just from watching her, the way his fat cock drools and twitches and leaves more dark spots in the fabric.

It takes two long grinds for him to begin panting, his lips parted, his face flushed, and he raises one hand to cover his mouth and stifle the shaky little sounds he's making. "Just like that," Lucienne whispers, and he shivers. "Feels good, huh?"

Another punched-out noise, a harder thrust, and he whimpers. Lucienne's heart pounds. Oh, he likes it, likes it even more than she thought he would. "Can you come like this?" she asks, and he sobs, and that's certainly an answer. "Oh, you are magical."

A shaky, tearful laugh, and his hand falls to grip the pillow, to hold it still while he leans forward, ruts against it desperately, breathing harsh and sharp, and he glances sidelong at her, like he's gauging her reaction, self-conscious as he can be. He must deem her interest sufficient, because it's all it takes for him to hunch over the pillow. He comes hard, with a sharp groan, biting his lip and spurting in spasms across the satin.

"Have I mentioned how cute you are?" Lucienne asks, when his breathing has evened out again. He glares at her from under thick lashes, but he's starting to enjoy the compliment, if the little smile is any indication.

[mrspark7777777]

Hmm, I totally agree with your assessment of the new/current Regina George of jikookers (I've been around long enough to see it change many times). But why do you believe that WSJ hung out with J-Hope? That was the most obvious of all her lies, of which there were many. Those of us who have Korean LGBTQIA+ friends were always suspect about WSJ because Koreans are not cool with sharing the amount of info she did.

So how come so many I-army have so much tea on the Tannies? Doesn't most of it come from Kjikookers? Staff members? They are human beings just like u and me. Why wouldn't they tell someone they trust something and tell them to keep it to themselves?

X's man was the Korean not WSJ and they were close so X gave her the tea and she only gave us things that wouldn't get Jikook in trouble. (I hope I'm getting who is who right coz I haven't been to the blog in a while)

I don't agree with you saying Koreans wouldn't divulge. Why not? There are things people know that they never should have had any way of knowing if it weren't for said Koreans spilling. There are literally Kjikookers on twitter who used to discuss what Jikook have been up to on twitter spaces but they stopped because they don't trust I-army anymore. So no, I cannot say I agree with you my dear.

And I dont think she lied about hanging with Hopemin because everything she has ever said checked out or came to be. Like for example the art she said Jikook loved. I found that completely plausible because JK's brother never would have accepted that one Bamily tag without talking to Jikook first and getting the go ahead. That's how I deduced it. I can't think of other moments atm but they seemed to track and to me she had to reason to lie because what did she have to gain?

Imo one half of the haters were just jealous while the other half were skeptics. Which is fine. Its hard to believe something that has no proof but its not like she could give us the proof innit? We can talk about Jikook and analyse them but at the end of the day we still have to protect them.

[xokiddo]

if you don’t mind, how about 30 and 39 for the asks? :))

anything for you kace! (*♡∀♡)

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Yes, the peak of the plot in Heart of Glass. (Spoilers following here) The scene where Floch has reader and she’s being threatened/he’s blatantly losing it was all difficult to write, but it helped me to tackle the uncomfortable parts of writing I was slowly working toward - it helped me learn to approach my own trauma, thus allowing me to construct these scenes that give an equally cathartic release for my reader once it’s over.

ALSO I won’t divulge details because it’s not posted yet but the raid on Liberio in Hammer. I don’t typically do any canon scenes in my fics because I fear redundancy and losing the spirit of the original scene, but I’ve been having loads of fun reworking it and incorporating my take of the War Hammer Titan.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

Hmm. My process has definitely evolved. I have three people to thank for this - one being my dearest and most treasured friend who is nameless for the time being (I won’t link her page atm but I may edit once I get permission to link). She’s been a massive encouragement in so many ways that I can’t even begin to list, and she has witnessed my writing evolve firsthand over the last several years lol. My twin, @dr-ackerman (misspearlmd on AO3), has also helped immensely this year with demonstrating a structured planning process and even character sheets that I’ve adopted into my own writing process. Finally, @sturionic (winklepickers on AO3) has helped to show me that even with writers block, part of writer’s block is just writing even if the first few lines are shit, but also knowing when to let yourself rest if you’re burning yourself out.

questions are from this post

[tatertato]

hey guys guess who has a modern setting one piece ghost au

(its me i have a modern setting one piece ghost au)

the plot (which there is little to none) is basically that (most of) the strawhats are ghosts haunting rookie police officer koby's apartment.

koby can see the ghosts because it's a trait that runs in his family (he was adopted though and the ghost-seeing manifested late, so he kinda had to figure things out on his own)

helmeppo (koby's roommate and literal buddy cop) can only see zoro because he touched his swords at the crime scene and accidentally picked up mossy murder boy's vengeful spirit

sanji is a chef working at a restaurant built on the site of kaya's mansion, where she and usopp were murdered by kuro 20 or so years prior, which kuro framed as a murder suicide.

sanji is able to see ghosts due to a near death experience in his childhood, and has been helping usopp gather evidence to clear his name and get revenge on kuro, who is old, but still kicking

in case my handwriting is too trash:

STRAW HAT

cause of death: unknown

amnesiac, can't remember his name or life

not a fucking thought behind those eyes

he keeps bringing more ghosts back to Koby's apartment and it's getting kind of cramped

"GHOST HUNTER" ZORO

cause of death: brutally stabbed to death by a vampire on his friends' ghost hunting livestream

not actually a ghost hunter

just went viral posthumously for being stabbed to death on Twitch

former international Kendo champion

JOHNNY and YOSAKU

ghost hunter streamer duo

invited Zoro on one of their ghost hunts which went... poorly

not really doing ok atm

so yeah, luffy may be amnesiac, but he's still collecting crewmates like goddamn pokemon cards! (hes memory lossed for angst reasons, which i will not divulge here today)

that vampire that zoro got stabbed by was in fact Mihawk, Zoro joined the ghost hunt in the first place because he wanted to see the castle of "the world's greatest swordsman" and got subsequently owned

i haven't quite determined nami's place in all this yet, but smth smth arlong, smth smth money/debt

also a lil lore background for this au, ghosts are only formed when their spirits have unfinished business. kaya was killed in her sleep, so she moved on to the netherworld, but usopp held hella resentment, which kept his spirit around. (makes you wonder what's luffy's business is if he's amnesiac.... huh.)

everybody's in their pre-timeskip designs, with post-timeskip elements (like zoros scar) added because i LiKe them and tHIS IS mY hOuSE OK??? also i'm like. suuuuper not caught up. i just finished return to sabaody.

anyhooo, to those that stuck with me on my bullshit long enough to get to the end of this post, thank you! and i salute you soldier!

this one piece tangent is wayyy different to my usual flavor of lore-y au shitpost, so thanks for indulging my silly hyperfixation induced high-speed mental character rotation!

UPDATE: part 2 is out! just a lil info card for ace

UPDATE: part 3! zoro time!

[benilos]

hey! it’s q

I have been, in short, really really sick. I stopped posting, deactivating most things and only really discussing with some people. I’m sorry for the scare.

I was stumped with work and awful mental health as well as physical health, with the break up of my half a year boyfriend who I had known almost my entire life.

things aren’t looking up, and I won’t be returning. I’m sorry again for the scare. I’m alright, just trying to recover and can’t talk about most things atm.

hope you are well, if you respond back to this I’ll send another ask

-q

-Qyo

-the qster

-the redbull drinker

Q IS OKAY

I REPEAT MY CHILD IS OKAY

God Q i was terrified oh my god dude. Im really just glad youre okay. Please please feel free to text me whenever you need anything. I sent a friend request in discord, just. If you need anything let me know. You dont gotta divulge all your secrets to me, but im here for whatever you need and Im glad youre okay, at least physically (aside from being sick).

You take as much time as you need. You will always have a home with me, so come around whenever you feel the need or comfort in doing so.

[tenjiiku]

cw rin’s playlist is phenomenal and it kills me that my love mine all mine is on there BUT mayhaps you can divulge on the 3 other playlists 👁️👁️

O yeah. Well ‘rapture’ is for my Sano Manjiro fic that is currently in hibernation… I miss him most days then Sae calls me back to bed… ‘2003 marmalade’ is paed Sae’s playlist (I lied so bad. I started it). And ‘over the sea lies my lover’ is Edo Rin.. always in my heart just not in my mind atm cus I’m finding it hard to disassociate abt him (And thanks I’m glad you enjoyed cw Rin’s playlist I couldn’t Not add a mitski song esp for a fic that revolves around finding love in your 20s, killing your manager in your mind and holding hands with the love of yr life in the bus)

[demi-eurovision]

Yay fun!

Last song: apparently it was Katrina - Joker Out 🙂

Fave colour: I can never stick to one. It alternates mostly around purple, orange/yellow, and green.

Currently watching: no TV atm, just some Bad Friends podcast videos.

Last Movie: it's been ages, I'm really not sure.

Currently reading: several audio books at once. One is a chic lit guilty pleasure reread, "How to Not Fall in Love, Actually" lollll so embarrassing

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury salty please

Relationship status: been married 10 years

Current obsession: still Käärijä

Last google: "soul speed minecraft"

Currently working on: I'm actually using tumblr to host a low effort work related "website" but that's all I can divulge about that because the two may never meet 😅

Thanks for the tag! Feel free to join @katinkulta @bisonaari @blueprintfish @finnslay @misshazelevers20

yeee thanks for tagging me in this get to know me stuff @midomon ✨

last song: Sunny side of London by Joker Out

fave color: yellow but also every color of autumn including green as well

currently watching: Hannibal rewatch babeyyy!!!!!

last movie: The Super Mario movie

currently reading: I'm reading nothing actually but my goal is to read at least SOMething this year

sweet/savory/spicy: my taste buds are probably fucked but i'll say spicy anyway!!

relationship status: married like can you imagine lmao

current obsession: just TRY to guess (it's still käärijä and joker out, is this never end......)

last google: my dentist's contact info -,-

currently working on: socks and school stuff ✌️

tagging @murhamarsu @pileofcoffeecups @demi-raven

[acespeon]

some Wachowski family hcs while I’m at it:

Knuckles ends up taking the basement while Tails rooms with Sonic up in the attic. Sonic doesn’t mind, and it means Knuckles gets his own space and peace and quiet. Knuckles’ bedroom is decorated with foliage and ferns to make it feel like home, and they made a rammed earth feature wall that his nest sits up against. He’s silently touched. That doesn’t stop him from setting traps that get strung up when Sonic tries to sneak in. Maddie knows how to sidestep everything.

Of course Tails wants to run experiments (of the friendly kind) to gauge their powers but they’re both separate and yet similar in kind. Knuckles will sit and explain chaos theory to him in terms of Master Emerald but not divulge all secrets until Tails unleashes the puppy eyes. Maddie and Tom come home from work and Sonic is strapped into a big hamster wheel Tails whipped up out of old parts and Knuckles is bench pressing Maddie’s weights like it’s nothing.

Maddie and Knuckles share a love of yoga and meditation. Sonic is quite jealous but he just can’t sit still long enough for it, so Tom takes him and Tails to the baseball pit while it’s meditation hour. They also encourage the other three to eat healthily, which induces groans of disapproval.

Knuckles takes to keeping the Wachowski garden in shape.

He gets sensory overload when Sonic, Tails and JoJo are in the same room and is allowed to excuse himself from the family before things get out of hand.

He goes through a boxing bag a month.

Knuckles is very prickly about Eggman manipulating him in general and gets angry when Sonic brings it up (in a ‘at least I didn’t’ kind of way). If Maddie and Tom aren’t around when they argue it turns into all out brawls to start with before he starts learning it’s not his fault.

Has abandonment issues not unlike Sonic but in an entirely different manner (if he’s the last of his kind like in the games). Whatever happened to his parents/people/culture is unknown atm. Sometimes he wakes up from nightmares but won’t talk about it.

The Hat is one of Tom’s that Knuckles gets during a father bonding moment that I haven’t figured out yet. Touch his Hat and die.