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Tech Savvy

Pairing: Tech x female reader Summary: You’re an ex-imperial who has a crush on Tech. He’s awkward about it. Until he’s not. Rating: Explicit (18+, minors DNI) Warnings/tags: crack treated seriously, smut, unprotected PIV, awkward flirting, oral sex, first kisses, accidental exhibitionism, lots of bad jokes, slight angst Word count: 5.4K Notes: It’s smutty crack treated seriously, guys. Read on AO3.

The planet you land on isn’t anything special. It’s a humid swamp world in the Outer Rim that offers enough seclusion for even the Empire’s Most Wanted to pass by unnoticed.

You, being the kind and selfless individual you are, decide to help with repairs while Clone Force 99 are on a supply run. It’s the first time the ship has made planet fall in weeks and everyone is a bit stir-crazy, jumping at the chance to stretch their legs. Prolonged time spent in hyperspace has that effect.

Before he left, you told Hunter that your status as an ex-Imperial put an unnecessary target on their back. You’re still wearing your Imperial uniform, after all, and you know for a fact that the Empire is not exactly merciful to deserters. Especially deserters that committed high treason. Like aiding Clone Force 99’s escape from an Imperial prison.

You definitely didn’t just jump at the chance to stay behind because Tech opted to. That would be ridiculous.

You feel your face heat at the thought.

(What? His goggles are cute.)

The truth is, there’s been something – a tension, as it were – between the two of you since you arrived on board. You know it, he knows it. You’ve been orbiting around each other for some weeks now, and this is the first time you’ve been alone –

“Can you spare a minute?” Tech calls out, pulling you away from your thoughts. You swivel in your chair and shift your attention to him, a bit surprised.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t realise I was on board,” you reply as you make your way to the cockpit where Tech is currently fiddling with some wires.

“You’re...very hard to miss,” Tech replies and your heart skips a beat. “The ship is far too small to miss another sentient being’s presence.”

“Right,” you mutter while taking a seat, trying not to sound too deflated. So maybe he didn’t feel that tension. “What do you need help with?”

“I am taking this opportunity to rewrite the ship’s central comm unit to be more covert when passing through areas with increased Imperial traffic. If I can update the ship’s communication infrastructure to resemble that of a first generation Imperial craft, then we will considerably reduce our chances of being identified. Which is why I am particularly glad you stayed behind today. Considering your, er, history.” He fiddles with a mess of wires in front of him, not once looking up.

“And here I was thinking you wanted me around because you enjoyed my company,” you playfully jab.

“There’s that, too,” Tech replies. “Though it would be advantageous if you could list all of the Imperial access codes you can remember. The computer and I can do some pattern recognition to better–,” he cut himself off and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “Apologies, you don’t need a long-winded explanation. If you’re happy to share, you can do so whenever you’re ready.”

You consider protesting and telling him that you find his rambling cute, but you decide not to dwell on it for his sake. You list the codes you remember from the Academy. You keep talking, relaying any tangential intel relating to access codes. If it’s irrelevant, Tech doesn’t stop you.

He is silent for a few moments analysing the data you’ve given him. You watch him closely, admiring the way his brow furrows and his lips purse while he’s concentrating.

“You trust me then?” you venture to say. You play with your hands in your lap. “Even though I was with the Empire?”

“You’re helping us now,” Tech replies, as if it’s obvious. He is still inputting data into the datapad he is holding when he continues, “You trust us, it would seem. And we were soldiers programmed upon our creation to destroy the Republic.”

You fumble over your next words.

“That’s – it’s entirely different.”

“And from my perspective, all that matters is where you are now,” he states with finality.

“Well,” you say shyly, “I like where I am.”

Tech smirks despite himself, briefly glancing up at you from his datapad.

You hold his gaze for a moment, before settling into a comfortable silence. You sit in next to him for several minutes, revelling in his closeness like a brezak basking under the Zygerrian sun. It’s only when you notice yourself blushing like a teenager that you decide to make yourself useful and actually help with repairs like you promised.

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“Would you mind holding this wire out of the way for me while I solder the capacitors for the localised memory bank?” Tech calls, breaking your concentration. The illumination device you were repairing could wait.

You have no idea what Tech means, if his string of words means anything, and you survey his makeshift workbench for a hint. Several panels are detached, limply dangling from a few brightly coloured wires. Tech is focusing his attention on a large panel that is plugged into a cylindrical storage device.

“Maker, that’s a big data stick,” you can’t help but mutter.

Tech makes an incoherent choking sound.

You do as requested and lean over his shoulder to take hold of the wire he specified between your thumb and forefinger. The fabric of your sleeves brushes against his shoulder armour and it feels as though there is a static shift in the air, like the air around you is alive and humming.

And Tech gulps with the contact. He types a few sets of numbers into his datapad with excess force, seriously testing the build quality of the device. His posture is especially rigid as focuses on testing the wires currently in his lap.

Your pulse is racing. It’s as if each second that passes without a confession threatens to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

“Tech?” He has to feel this too, right? “Why...why did you stay behind today?” you ask, careful to keep your voice even. You need him to say it, admit that he feels it, too. You’re desperate for it.

“You can let go now,” he replied, pointedly ignoring your question.

You let go of the wire, but make no move to step away from him. You’re acutely aware of yourself right now and suddenly self-conscious: about the deep shade of crimson enveloping your face, the way you’re breathing, the clamminess you can feel on your palms. You hope you smell alright and silently pray that any traces of caf on your breath are long gone.

Several seconds pass before Tech looks up, over his shoulder at you. His face briefly flickers with concern.

“Your flushed features and increased heart rate indicates that you are nervous,” he remarks.

Maker, is it that obvious, you cringe.

Your mouth is dry and you contemplate making an excuse, but your brain does not want to cooperate.

“Sometimes I –,” you begin. Void, here I go. “Sometimes I get nervous around you,” you admit, attempting to make your confession sound as casual as possible. You bite your bottom lip in a way that you hope will be interpreted as sensual, or, at the very least, cute.

And Tech? Tech is flustered. Like visibly shaken, blushing furiously, two-steps-away-from-hyperventilating, kind of flustered.

“Please do not be nervous,” he responds tightly. Each word is taking considerable effort to be spoken. “I already told you: we trust you. I am not a threat to you.”

The poor guy. There’s no way he can really be misinterpreting that –.

“No, no, it’s a good kind of nervous,” you attempt to clarify.

“Nervousness is not conducive to high quality work,” Tech chokes out.

“No, I mean like giddy. I feel giddy around you.”

Come on, Tech.

“Would you like a chair–.”

“Stars, Tech, I like you!”

Tech...errors. He attempts to start several sentences with no success before mumbling an excuse that he has to go, “fix the reverse polarity capacitive inductor,” which, to your knowledge, is definitely not a real thing.

So maybe that could have gone better. All things considered, he did seem affected by your admission. On the other hand, he also left the room entirely.

Your face burns with embarrassment and, hey, maybe this backwater planet could make a decent home. Maybe the swamp water would be safe for consumption and you could spend the rest of your days foraging for swamp... berries. Sure, it might be a little uncomfortable, but no less uncomfortable than staying here for one more second.

And this is why you don’t admit your feelings to anyone. Ever.

Ugh. You were so confident, too. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to transport to another star system.

The door to the ‘fresher shuts, followed by a slight scuffle of feet, and a thunk that sounds decidedly like a head hitting the door.

You briefly consider leaving the ship to attempt to meet up with the rest of the Bad Batch. It’s been far too long since you’ve breathed fresh, clean, air and you feel a second wave of self-pity wash over you as you contemplate the thought of breathing in the smell of Wrecker’s feet for several more weeks in the Marauder’s circulated air. They hadn’t been gone longer than a standard hour and there was a clear path to get into town. You could still salvage the day, you could still stretch your legs–

‘Oh you want to know why I suddenly decided to join you, Hunter, after promising I’d help fix the ship? Funny story, I was trying to seduce your brother and he rejected me!’

You physically cringe at that. On second thought, maybe just pretending this didn’t happen would be the easier option. Lesser of two evils and all that.

Well, you’ve endured worse situations than this. Swamp berries, if they exist, probably won’t offer enough sustenance anyway, you conclude. You turn your attention to fixing several access panels that require little to no attention.

++++++++++++++++++++

It takes a long while for Tech to exit the ‘fresher. The door opens with a hiss and you stiffen, not looking up until he briskly walks past you and resumes his makeshift work station in the cockpit. Once he is seated and his back is facing you and you can hear the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his datapad, you allow your entire body to relax.

You look back down to your newest project: fixing the swivel action on a chair. You’re not entirely sure if the chair needed to swivel, or whether it was supposed to, but it does now. At least Omega would have fun with that.

“Can you spare another minute?” Tech says after a considerable stretch of silence.

His comment catches you off-guard. It’s fine, it’s fine, you are just going to pretend like nothing happened. You can just carry on helping with actual repairs like you promised.

“I’m coming,” you say, while putting your entire weight into tightening a screw.

Tech coughs slightly.

“The, uh, I need your help with the cum system. The comm system!” he stutters.

Your eyes widen and decide it’s best not to comment, furiously thinking about the fact that Tech rarely makes mistakes. You wipe your hands on your trousers and stride over to the cockpit where Tech is fiddling with some wires on his lap.

“Take these,” he says while coiling a piece of wire to make a conductor. He pushes right through the awkwardness and places a handful of resistors in your outstretched hand.

You stand there in silence for several moments before you drum your fingers on the back of his chair. He makes no move to immediately utilise the resistors, so you resign yourself to stand there and watch him work. (You suppress a sigh – you wish you weren’t attracted to him at this moment, but here you are, drawn in by his confidence and fixated on watching his nimble fingers work their magic.)

Normally, you’d have already lost your patience. But not now, not when you are trying to decipher just what exactly Tech was trying to accomplish by calling you over and ignoring you. And that’s when you realise that Tech either forgot you were there or forgot to give you whichever menial task he originally intended.

But there’s absolutely no chance that Tech makes two mistakes within the same standard year, never mind two mistakes within the same afternoon.

You start to wonder if he even has any use for the resistors. Your knowledge of technology is limited, but you really don’t see how they’d be useful with his current task. Maybe this is Tech’s uncharacteristically inefficient way to try to initiate conversation. You really hope you’re not completely misreading the situation, but it’s not like you have any pride left to lose.

“Why did you stay behind today, Tech?” you ask quietly, voice tinged with apprehension and perhaps an unmistakable eagerness. You phrase it more like a statement than a question this time.

He continues to fidget, his leg bouncing anxiously as he works.

“I did some research,” he blurts. “Regarding intimacy between human males and human females.”

Huh.

“I read the specifics on how to kiss,” he continues, “but I fear that I am a bit out of my depth as to how I am supposed to initiate it.” He is still fussing with the wires in his lap, not quite able to look up at you.

“You...want to kiss?” you surmise, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. “Me?”

“Very much so.”

A grin breaks across your face and the sharp sting of Tech’s previous rejection immediately melts away. You deposit the handful of resistors in a tray containing various tools Tech had been using throughout the day before taking a tentative step forward from behind the chair. He cranes his neck to look at you, an unfamiliar expression that you’re not quite able to decipher written across his face.

You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and sliding your hand down to his chin to guide it upwards as you bend down to bring your lips to his. The kiss is chaste, at first, but Tech proves himself a quick study as slightly parts his lips to deepen the kiss. His goggles nudge against your face and you’re pretty sure you’re leaving a greasy cheek print on one of them.

You pull away to gauge his reaction.

“Was that... satisfactory?” he asks, seemingly dazed. His eyes are hooded and still focused on your lips.

“It was perfect.” You offer a small smile.

He removes the goggles to clean one side of them with a nearby cloth. So you were leaving a cheek print. Once his goggles are back in place, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, his golden brown eyes blinking owlishly at you.

“I apologise for leaving you earlier. I did not anticipate you returning my affections – it did not seem probable. And I was, regrettably, not prepared,” he mumbles.

“Probable?” It’s your turn to malfunction. You want to usher a thousand reassurances at once.

“Well, no.” Tech shifts his weight uncomfortably, not quite able to meet your eyes. “Hunter or Crosshair usually are the ones who capture the affections of –,”

“I like your goggles,” you interrupt in a rush before you surge forward to press your lips against his, hoping to convey just how much you return his affections. It’s a messy, urgent kiss that Tech returns with equal fervour. His fingers find their way into your hair, pulling you closer.

When you finally break the kiss, you straighten your back and take both of his hands in yours and take small, hesitant steps backwards, encouraging Tech to stand. As he does, the project he is working on slides off of his lap and clatters to the floor. He pays it no attention as he closes the distance between you, his eyes darkened with lust. He kisses you with renewed purpose as his hands wrap around your waist, roaming across your body, before they settle firmly on your ass.

Your hips grind into his codpiece and Tech lets out a low groan that goes straight to your core. He moves to kiss the curve of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and making you squirm. The dampness between your legs becomes apparent and you press yourself closer to him, desperate for friction where you need it the most. As if he can read your mind, he trails a hand from your ass and places it between your legs, grazing over your clit before cupping your cunt. You involuntarily rock into his hand and moan into his mouth, hardly recognising the sounds you’re making.

Tech’s hand abruptly stills as he draws back to meet your eyes. His expression mirrors yours: searching wide eyes filled with longing, a silent acknowledgement passes between you as you reach the point of no return.

And in that moment you are struck with the urge to want nothing more than his cock in your mouth.

“Can I?” you blurt, glancing downward, hoping he is able to intuit exactly what you are suggesting in that moment.

“You may.” You allow the grammatical correction to slip by. “But I’ve never–,” he begins.

You don’t break eye contact and you begin to drop to your knees. He’s looking at you with his eyes wide, mouth slack. Tech’s bulged codpiece is mere inches from your face, and it’s in that moment that you realise that you have no idea how to undress this man.

And this, this is when you start to worry.

Does it have a latch? Does it even come off?

Your eyes dart from left to right looking for some sort of hint as to how it could be removed. You’re half tempted to just plant a smooch on the armour or the kiss inside of his thigh and pretend that all of this was intentional.

“I can get that,” Tech helpfully chimes in, blessedly oblivious to your internal struggle. He removes the pelvic plate with ease and, to your relief, you can see the shape of his erection straining under a layer of thick black fabric. Black fabric that conforms to his body shape exceedingly well. You reach out to feel his length, gently cupping his balls through the fabric before applying more pressure as you palm his shaft. He soft groan escapes his lips.

It catches you a little off guard, actually, to see him so hard. Knowing he’s been hard underneath his armour this entire time. Wondering when else he’s been hard and you had been none the wiser.

His cock has an attractive silhouette – it’s thicker than you expected and you can feel the patch of pre-cum that dampens the black fabric near his tip. You reach for his waistband and pull it down before slowly wrapping a hand around his shaft. He hisses with the contact and brings a white-knuckled fist to his lips.

You peer up at him through your lashes and you lick your lips, preparing to tease him a bit before taking him as deep as you can manage.

And that’s when something inside Tech snaps.

He looks down at you with wild eyes and places his hand on the back of your head to guide your mouth to his cock, apparently unable to continue the role of a passive observer for any longer. Clearly intent at putting his newfound research to good use. You lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip, before taking him in your mouth, the pre-cum tangy on your tongue. His grip tightens on your hair the same time he tilts his hips forward to push his cock further and you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Tech groan and his knees buckle. He braces himself against the back of the pilot’s chair, captivated at the sight your mouth stretched around his length.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as you’re able. You drag your tongue and press it flush on the underside of his cock, looking up at Tech with wide doe eyes, batting your eyelashes prettily as he struggles to maintain composure. You continue your pace until sweat starts to bead at his temple and his breathing becomes less controlled.

Patience isn’t your strong point and you’re too pent up not to touch yourself. You bring your free hand down your trousers, between your thighs, running your fingers through your wet folds and hum at the sensation. Tech’s hips stutter with the vibrations and his face contorts in what looks like a pained grimace. He takes a miniature step back and your lips leave his cock with a pop. He’s breathing heavily now and his weeping cock is painfully hard, his balls tight.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth, mesh’la,” he pants, voice low.

You nod dumbly, currently unable to form a coherent thought or tear your eyes away from his erect length, only inches away from your face.

Tech takes hold of both of your forearms, helping you get to your feet, before wrapping his hands around your thighs, picking you up with surprising ease. You lock your thighs around his torso as he strides over to press you against one of the auxiliary control panels adjacent to the co-pilot’s chair in the cockpit. The incline on the panel is steep and the pressure of his hips against yours is the only thing keeping you from sliding down.

“Let me taste you,” Tech groans against your ear.

You let out a frustrated whine and desperately move to unclasp your trousers as Tech works to open your shirt. You shudder once the cool air hits your sweat-dampened skin and Tech messily palms your exposed breast while nipping at your neck. He helps you shimmy out of your clothing while holding you in firmly place before discarding them on the floor of he Marauder.

And this is how you find yourself spread eagle on the Marauder's control panel in possibly the most undignified position you’ve ever been in.

He goes to remove his goggles and you stop him.

“If they’re not uncomfortable for you, I’d like for you to leave them on.” He quirks a brow at you, quizzical. “What? I told you that they’re cute.”

His face evolves from sceptical to bashful in a few moments.

“Very well, then. I can leave them on.”

Tech moves his hands under your thighs as he lowers himself, draping your legs across each of his shoulders with surprising gentleness for a man who looks like he is ready to devour you. Once he’s on his knees and comfortably supporting your weight, keeping you pressed against the console, he places an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“A-are you okay with this?” you manage to stutter out. It’s not like you haven’t pictured his head between your thighs before, but something about his head actually being between your thighs fills you with a nervousness you hadn’t anticipated.

He mumbles his assurances against your clit. He begins with slow, languid licks and you suck in a sharp breath as you feel yourself craving more and have to stop yourself from violently bucking your hips up.

Okay, so he’s actually really good at this. You know you really shouldn’t be that surprised, Tech is nothing if not thorough with his research and it’s, er, practical applications. Any thoughts of humour at Tech’s expense are, however, ripped from your mind when he sinks a single finger inside your cunt. His finger curls with a precision that only Tech could manage and you moan in encouragement as he pumps it in and out.

You squirm when he hits the spot that makes you want to beg for more and you feel your bare ass hit a button on the console. The next thing you hear is a soft swish swish sound of the Marauder's screen wipers that you inadvertently turned on. Mercifully, it doesn’t break Tech’s concentration and his hands continue to grip your hips, holding your cunt to his face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant. You writhe again and another button sounds its activation. Nothing immediately makes itself known. You hope it’s not something like a proton torpedo firing into the swampy area the Marauder landed in. Not because there’s anything nearby, but because you’ll die if Tech stops here.

He moans into your core as he brings a hand down to grip his leaking cock, desperate for some friction.

“Kriff,” you grunt at the sight of him fucking his fist, only to hear Tech utter the same exclamation at the same time.

“Is there an echo in here or something?” You smile at him, offering a half-laugh before your face contorts with pleasure once again and you hiss through your teeth.

“Yes?” a new, tinny voice chimes in on the overhead speaker system. “This is Echo... You’ve, uh, turned on the short range comm system.”

You knew Tech was a good soldier, but the reflexes in which he slammed the short range comm transmitter with his free hand surprised you. He didn’t move himself from between your thighs and skilfully cut off the transmission while continuing to work your clit with his tongue and your cunt with his finger.

Before you could die from embarrassment and wonder just how much Echo and the rest of the Batch heard, Tech adds another finger and your entire body jerks and tenses.

“I’ve – ah, right there – Maker, that feels good. I’ve never been with anyone who is patient enough to let me come,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

“My research indicated that it can take around 20 standard minutes for women to orgasm if properly relaxed, why would others stop prematurely?” Tech replies, only briefly removing his mouth from your cunt to reply.

“Selfishness?” you guess.

Tech seemed to take your admission (and ability to form sentences) personally, clearly intent on rendering you incapacitated. He returns to his attention to your clit and maintains his rhythm, teasing a third finger near your entrance. You whine at the sensation and move to hold Tech’s head in place, because if he stops now, there’s no way you’ll ever forgive him. The pressure that’s been mounting in your core finally, finally peaks and your entire body tenses as you surrender to your climax.

“Tech,” you whine, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He assures you with a soft groan and tightens his grip on your hip. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he guides you through your climax.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’ve spent a year in bacta. You can’t move. Honestly, your bones are like Andorian jelly. The feeling is only temporary, however, as you’re overcome with the desire – no, need – to be filled.

“In me,” you urge. “Now.”

He adjusts his goggles and looks at you, spread out, completely ready for him.

“Lie back then.”

Tech settles between your thighs and nudges his cock head against your entrance. He takes a breath to steady himself, rubbing his length through your folds, covering it in your arousal.

“So wet and ready for me, mesh’la.”

Your hands wildly grasp at his chest plate, fingernails scratching along the plastoid, desperate to hold onto anything to anchor you. You meet his mouth with a graceless kiss, before he finally sinks into you.

“You’re tight,” he grits out.

He waits a few moments letting you adjust to his size before he begins to move. He restrains himself, slowly rolling his hips as your cunt stretches around his length.

“More,” you plead, breathlessly. “Please.”

Your encouragement is all he needs before he snaps his hips against yours, setting an unrelenting rhythm. He rocks into you harder with each thrust of his hips, his plastoid leg places slapping your skin.

“You feel so good, cyar'ika,” he pants. You surge upwards to greet his lips with a messy kiss, which only spurs him on to fuck you faster. “You’re, ah, taking me so well.”

“Fuck –,” you whine.

His grip tightens and his whole body starts to tense – he’s dangerously close to coming undone. And that’s when you notice his pace start to slow, his movements clearly distracted.

“Tech?” you mumble. You focus your eyes on his face and he looks dazed, you can practically hear him thinking. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t give you any time to panic.

“Elevate your hips by seven to ten degrees,” he states through heavy breaths.

“What?” Definitely not what you were expecting him to say.

Tech seems unfazed by your apparent annoyance. He wordlessly repositions himself, grabbing both of your hips and raising them slightly, holding your body up so it’s just the sharp incline of the console and Tech’s hands keeping you in place.

He began thrusting in earnest again, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. And, Maker, he was right. The new angle hits a spot that makes your toes curl and you lose the ability to speak almost instantly and mewl helplessly as Tech fucks into you.

You made an undignified noise as you gripped his bicep, desperate to hold onto something, feeling the pressure mount in your core. With Tech’s hands busy holding you in place as he maintains a brutal pace, you bring a hand down to your clit, still wet with spit and your own essence. You barely have to touch yourself before you feel your body screaming for release.

“’M coming,” is all the warning you are able to give him before your cunt spasms around his twitching cock as your vision whites out. Tech grunts at the sensation, unable to hold his own climax off any longer.

“Where do you want me to –,” he grates out.

“Anywhere,” you cut him off, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Just want to feel you.”

“Fuck, mesh’la, I’m going to come,” Tech groans, desperately chasing his release with harsh thrusts. His hips forcefully buck into you before his cock stiffens and he spills himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, slowly pumping you full of his cum, before he slumps against you. “Bid jate par me,” he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. “Gotal par me.”

You don’t know Mando’a, but whatever he is saying, the way he is saying it, sends a pleasant chill over your body.

You’re both still breathing heavily when Tech gingerly places you back down with a surprising gentleness for someone who had just been fucking you within an inch of your life. He’s in no rush to remove himself from you, but when his softened cock does slip out and his cum leaks out of you and onto the console, he helps you slide down. When your feet touch the floor, your legs wobble slightly and Tech has to grasp your forearms to steady you, softly chuckling at the state you’re in.

And when you look at him, he looks positively debauched. Sated, but debauched. You probably look worse.

In one swift motion he bends down, brings an arm down under your knees, and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around your neck while he carries you to his bunk. His cool armour against your overheated skin is a welcome sensation and you press yourself closer.

“Your research paid off,” you mumble into his chest as he sets you down on his bed.

“Please do not act so surprised by that.”

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You and Tech aren’t quite finished with the repairs by the time the Batch return hours later, long after the moons have risen and the bioluminescent plants surrounding the ship have begun to glow. If the squad notice you’re sitting a bit too close to Tech, your thigh pressing comfortably against his, they don’t say anything.

Neither of you were expecting to defile the Marauder all day and Tech was frantically fixing the lever on a storage hatch access panel, attempting to make up for lost time.

“Wrecker!” Echo shouts. “Clean up after yourself, for kriff’s sake.”

“Why?” Wrecker drawls, stomping towards the cockpit. “What did I do this time?”

“You’ve spilled your juice on the console again, all the keys are stuck in place.”

The access lever snaps clean off in Tech’s hands.

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The Astronomer and The Florist (Chapter 2)

Summery: Later that night, Virgil decided to text Logan (Patton and Roman helped a bit with that decision). Virgil helps Logan reconnect with an old mentor, and maybe helps him get a new opportunity.

Ships: Analogical & Royality

Warning: (none?) -let me know if I need to add a warning-

(this is a continuation to my oneshot ‘The Astronomer and The Florist’ because a lot of people seemed to like it, so now I’m making a chapter fic!)

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A few hours after Logan had left Morality Bouquets, it was time to close. Also, Patton still hadn’t stopped talking about Logan and Virgil. “...but like, oh my gosh Virgil!!! You laughed at him! Well, not at him, but you know what I mean! You never laugh out loud, especially in front of strangers!”

Patton turned from the counter he had been whipping down and looked over at Virgil. His friend was leaning against the shelf that holds the decorative pots. Virgil was looking at his platonic boss, a small smile on his face.

“Yes Patton, we have established 3 times already that I laughed at Logan because I found him funny. Is that bad?” Virgil asked, slightly teasing.

“NO!” Patton yelled, hurriedly talking to assure his friend. “I just thought that it was great that you showed emotion so readily to him!” Patton paused looking at Virgil’s light, teasing expression. Patton smiled, but one a lot bigger than Virgil’s. “You really like him like him, don’t you?”

“Why of course our resident Emo Nightmare likes the Nerd, they are perfect for eachother!” Called a booming voice before Virgil could answer.

“Ah, great, Sir Sings-A-Lots,” Virgil said sarcastically, ant the same time Patton jumped into the voice’s owners arms and yelled, “Roman!”

Roman laughed as he spun Patton around. “Hello my honeybee, I’ve missed you!” Patton giggles, and kisses Roman on top of his nose.

“I’ve missed you too my prince.” Patton whispered to Roman. Virgil decided to interrupt the PDA display he calls friends before he is forced to leave, again.

“You guys are so sweet I’m going to throw up.” Roman turns and smirks at Virgil. “Speaking of sweet, I had a very enlightening conversation with Logan after he had left here. I must say, well done Virgil, I don’t think I’ve never heard Logan gush before!”

Virgil blushed, and threw a rag at Roman when he started laughing. “Shut it, Princey.” Virgil growled lightly. There were some offended princey noises heard, and then Roman leaned to rest his head on top of Patton’s curls, and smirked. “Oh? So you don’t want to know how Logan thought you were, ‘very attractive and had an amazing laugh?’” Roman asked, doing a terrible impression of Logan. Virgil continued blushing and glaring, while Patton giggled and lightly swatted Roman.

“Now Roman, don’t tease Virgil! Be nice!” “Yeah Roman,” Virgil said, having gained his voice back, “after all, I do have his number and I don’t have to do anything with it or tell you if I do!”

Roman blanched, letting Virgil know that he had finally got the upper hand. “You wouldn’t!” Roman gasped. “Oh Princey, I think we both know that I so would.” Virgil said, knowing full well that he would definitely be texting Logan, but Roman didn’t have to know that.

“Fine, fine,” Roman said, throwing his hands up in surrender, “I cede, you win. But you better text him!”

Patton looked between his love and his best friend, extremely amused. “Well, if this is over, I’m going to take my boyfriend and go get something to eat! Would you care to join us Virgil?” Patton asked.

Virgil shook his head. “Nah, not tonight. I have a few text I need to send.” Virgil aid while walking to get his coat, laughing the dual cheers that followed him.

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Logan immediately went home after leaving the flower shop, never straying from his phone for too long. He knew his actions were ridiculous, but he also new that there was no one around to judge him.

However, if anyone was to ask him if he made an excited squeak when his phone alerted him of a text from an unknown number, he would deny it till his last breath.

UNKNOWN #: Hey Logan, it’s Virgil.

UNKNOWN #: The one from the flower shop.

UNKNOWN #: I specified in case you met more that 1 Virgil today 😅

LOGAN: Salutations Virgil.

LOGAN: I assure you. I only met one Virgil today.

VIRGIL: Ah, yes, sorry

LOGAN: it is quite alright Virgil, I found your need to specify cute and enduring

VIRGIL: *gay panic*

VIRGIL: AHHHHHHH!

VIRGIL: Shit! I didn’t mean to send that!

VIRGIL:!!!!!!!!!!

Logan couldn’t help but chuckle at the poor mans antics.

LOGAN: Virgil, please calm down. I am quite flattered that I could send you into a gay panic with just a few words.

Logan pauses, contemplating, then decide to throw caution into the wind for a moment.

LOGAN: Maybe after I get my work situation figured out, we could get a coffee.

VIRGIL: that...

VIRGIL: that would be cool (read: Virgil trying not to yell YES)

LOGAN: Excellent.

VIRGIL: Actually, speaking of your job, I was wondering, why stay working there if they don’t appreciate you?

LOGAN: Because... because it’s my dream job.

LOGAN: Well, not necessarily. I love my job at the conservatory, but I always wanted to be a teacher. But my first love was the sky.

VIRGIL: Dude, I have the perfect idea for you!

LOGAN: and what would that be?

VIRGIL: Ok, so, just teach Astrology

LOGAN:...

VIRGIL: the college downtown has an Astrology course, you should check if they have any openings!

VIRGIL: I mean, if you want to...

LOGAN: Yes, I am aware of the local colleges courses, it is my Alma mater.

LOGAN: I actually still have my old Astrology professors number. We were quite close. He still works there. I believe I will talk to him, thank you Virgil.

VIRGIL: No problem, I mean, the closer you get to fixing your job, the closer we get to our coffee date

LOGAN: logan.exe has stopped working

VIRGIL: HA! Got you back! 😂

VIRGIL: Logan, please calm down. I am quite flattered that I could send you into a windows error with just a few words.

LOGAN: Did you just...

LOGAN: Did you just copy what I had sent you earlier, and just change the words

VIRGIL: maybe...

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Logan and Virgil continued talking for a while, and only stopped when Virgil said he needed to get a shower and prepare for work tomorrow. They bid eachother a good night, and Logan pondered on Virgil’s previous words. Logan looked at the clock, know his old professor would still be up, and pushed the call button on his phone. “Hello?”

“Salutations Professor Sanders, it is Logan Berry. May I have a second of your time? I have a few questions.”

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531-533: "The Ryugu Palace! Taken by the Shark that they Saved!", "A Coward and a Crybaby! The Princess in the Hard Shell Tower!" and "It's an Emergency! The Ryugu Palace is Occupied!"

Pappagu’s gonna stroke out with stress. Yup. Any minute now.

Loved these episodes! The humour that took an exit stage left during Marineford (for obvious reasons) is back. Most of the humor was comedy of errors type stuff. We had Luffy accidentally bouncing on some giant mermaid tiddies. Luffy being unwittingly rude and poor Pappagu nearly having a stress embolism (look at those veins!) There was Zoro getting drunk and waking up in a jail cell. Brook, Usopp, Nami and Zoro accidentally occupying the entire palace and taking a bunch of important hostages... xD

There were some short updates on other characters too. Some have already had an impact on the plot. Caribou has kidnapped some Mermaids with intent to sell them at the Sabaody slave market. Without knowing it, he has exacted perfect revenge on the Strawhats! But how will you leave Fishman Island, Caribou. You don’t have a ship, you absolute roaster.

Others I’m guessing Oda is keeping up his sleeve for later. Robin, Franky, Sanji and Chopper are still at large. Robin is wandering the island in search of important evidence of missing history. Franky, bless his mechanical heart, is off looking for Tom-san’s family. Chopper is done treating Sanji. He has a new point: Kung Fu Point. Nice to see that Chopper has some more offensive abilities that don’t completely strip him of his intelligence. :)

That’s Some Nice Real Estate, Neptune. Would Be A Shame If Someone Occupied It.

You know what? I like Neptune. His advisors might browbeat him, but at least he’s the type of ruler who will listen to advice, even if he doesn’t take it. He has his own mind and will follow his inner sense of justice, though it might conflict with what his advisors tell him.

Luffy on the Fish Boat back to Ryugu Palace was hilarious, though. Neptune kept doing a Jason Derulo: saying his own damned name all the time in the little songs he sang to himself and Luffy was like, “Mate, your chant is dumb.” (I mean, Luffy, you’re not wrong but maybe not to the king’s face next time?) Either Neptune is chilled enough to ignore it, or he didn’t hear, Pappagu did, though, and was on hand to give Luffy a five-armed starfish spanking.

Neptune cares about his family too. The princess’ happiness is important and as she can’t get out the house much (more on that later) rescuing Megalo was a Big Deal. “Didn’t mean to save you, but I’m glad you’re okay!”

Too honest, Luffy! xD

Then Neptune told the Strawhats that one of their crewmates was already there. I knew instantly it was Zoro. Only Zoro could be that hopelessly lost that he’d accidentally infiltrate a palace with only one heavily guarded entrance and a buzzer system.

There was also a handy bit of world-building. Neptune handed Luffy a device that looked suspiciously like a pink dildo with multipurpose attachments. It was called Bubbly Coral and enables the user to form their own oxygen bubbles whenever, wherever. Useful.

They zoomed through the entrance flume and emerged into a beautiful place full of light, grand buildings, colour and dragon statues. Dat real estate.

As soon as Neptune stepped through the door, his Minister of the Right advisor (seahorse guy) got laid into him. “WTF, my lord?? You went out again on your own? You know the situation in this country??” Neptune is like Princess Jasmine All he needs is a cute Sea Tiger pet and he’s sorted. Either that, or Neptune is confident enough in his strength to face whatever’s out there.

The Minister of the Left (catfish guy) took one look at the company Neptune had brought back and was like, “Um.... my lord, there’s something you should know about those Strawhat Pirates.” They spilled the current intel: Memaids had been kidnapped, which is something human pirates are known to do, and Madame Sharley had predicted Luffy would destroy Fishman Island. Unconscious Zoro had already been taken into custody. The rest of the Strawhats were under arrest!

(I’m having doubts about this Madame Sharley, by the way. I wonder if she’s working with Hordy Jones, or is being forced to work with him? Zero basis for this prediction. Only that the timing of the prediction is pretty damned convenient...)

Then Everyone Fell Out

Suddenly, the Strawhats were surrounded by guards. I say the Strawhats. I mean Usopp, Nami and Brook because Luffy had gone AWOL (more on that later). The Mermen made a sensible, tactical decision to burst the Strawhats’ bubbles and force them to fight in the water. But they made the mistake of showing Nami how to operate the Bubbly Coral. She used a giant one to drain the room of water. (Good job, Nami. Quick thinking as usual!) Brook had a badass moment. That’s why I like him. He can go from his goofy, kind, fun-loving self to scary swordsman with a snap of his bony fingers.

Usopp was ready to throw down, which was a nice surprise. I was so hyped to see what his new weapon can do, but was blue-balled. Ah, well. Next time! :D

Oh, and Zoro let himself out of jail. xD

Or Zori, as Neptune kept calling him. Another trait to add to Neptune being a stand up guy was that he volunteered to fight Zori because he didn’t want anyone else getting hurt. A good king!

The next thing, Zoro had plowed through everyone and Usopp was freaking out about overkill! “FFS, Zoro! We were just going to intimidate them and run!”

Zoro thought, “Yes. Run. Let’s bail.”

Usopp said, “A great plan, but we don’t know where Sunny is. Plus, the coating came off when we crashed through the bubble.”

Nami also added that the Log Pose had been unstable ever since they arrived (what does that mean?)

Then a nearby DDM rang.

Accidental Criminals

This whole scene was hilarious. Honestly, I came into this arc expecting lots of heavy stuff about Fishman vs humans racism and I’m getting accidental criminal activity and comedy hostage-takings. It’s awesome.

Zoro picked up the DDM and Usopp freaked out. “Don’t pick it you, you dumbass!” It was Fukaboshi, the eldest Merprince. He asked Zoro to open the gate.

“Yeah, no can do. But I’ll tell you what you can do...”

For Zoro had spied an Opportunity. (For all everyone calls Zoro a dumbass, he can be really clever sometimes).

“We have your father and the palace hostage. We need a new coating for the Sunny. And we need the rest of our crew: a gloomy woman, a robot, a raccoon, and a dirty water imp.”

“HAHAHAH, a dirty water imp. Classic!” Brook chortled.

“Oh, and a million Berry in cash, please, Zoro,” Nami added.

The Strawhats really have taken a level in grey morality, it’s hilarious. Their reactions to Zoro’s Big Idea were even more than I’d have expected from them two years ago (except Nami. She’s always had half an eye on treasure). And they are clearly confident they can escape from Fishman Island in one piece.

Fukaboshi agreed because he had no choice. It seems he’s a stand up kinda guy too, because he delivered a message from Jimbei to Luffy (this caused a stir in the palace. Jimbei is even more godly down there than on the surface).

The message was: “Do not fight against Hordy. I will meet you at the Sea Forest.”

Do not fight against Hordy? Really? There’s history between them, right? Jimbei and Hordy, I mean. They were both Sun Pirates. Or is that Arlong and Jimbei? Yeah, I think it’s Arlong and Jimbei. But maybe Hordy was also on that crew?

Something is up here...

But I never found out what because some Big Booms happened off-panel in the direction of the Princess’ room.

Which happened to be where Luffy was, of course.

Princess Peach

So Luffy, who only came to the palace for food, got fed up within 0.5 seconds of arriving and wandered off. He came across a pair of massive, solid-looking doors. A pair of axes were embedded in them. Must admit my first thought was, “Oh cool, the princess is an angry, fighting type!”

Nope. Completely wrong.

Luffy sneaked inside because he could smell food. One thing led to another and he ended up bouncing on the giant Mermaid Princess’ giant tiddies. (If Sanji ever finds out, he will never speak to Luffy again.)

Of course, she woke up and was like, “Why is there a tiny human bouncing on my tiddies? I did not consent to this.” And she shrieked and cried, as you would if some hungry, little random was bouncing on you. I love how Luffy could not deal with her giant tears. It’s one of his rare weaknesses. Like, what, why are you crying, stop, plz, I did nothing to you.

Turns out the Princess is not a fighting type. She is actually a terrified, sweet girl who has been locked in a Hard Shell Tower for ten years because Captain Bloody Vander Decken is an annoying fucking sex-pest who will not take no for an answer!

The action briefly cut to him ranting away about how he was convinced Neptune wanted to force her into a political marriage because she was really in love with Decken. That he could not allow her to be with anyone else and he would rather see her dead than with anyone else. “Your life is either death or marriage. I will present her this lovely boomerang axe with a rose on it.” You know, because if you’re going to be decapitated, I guess it’s nice to know it’s done with love and good intentions, right? Absolutely insane. This guy is Major Incel Material.

Of course, Decken’s latest “gift” whirled into the room and Luffy stopped it. He was like, “WTF, where did this come from?”

The Guards burst in and the Princess saved Luffy’s ass by hiding him. Of course, Luffy overheard what had happened to the others. He wasn’t bothered. “Meh, that’s fine. Your lot won’t be able to control them, anyway.” Just goes to show how much faith Luffy has in his crew’s strength after those two years.

To repay Luffy, the Princess said he could eat her giant food. While he ate, she asked him questions. The most interesting was this one:

“You’re a pirate,” she said. “Does that mean you’re a bad person?”

Luffy thought about this, then answered, “Hmm... I dunno. You decide.”

(Just another incident to add to my growing: Luffy’s Grey Morality Evidence Pile.)

The Princess told Luffy Decken has a DF power called Mark Mark. It sounds pretty useful, actually, (which is bad for her). If he designates someone as his mark, he can throw a weapon and hit them every time, unless an obstacle is in the way. That’s why she’d been locked in the Tower for ten years.

Luffy was confused, as you would be if someone told you that. “He wants to marry you but wants to kill you? WTF?” and said, “Ten years? You must be bored. I’d get sick if someone locked me up for ten years.”

Then he yelled at her because she poked his cheeks while he was eating (tbh, that would make me mad too. Just because he’s little does not mean Luffy is a pet!) But she’s just a lonely girl with minimal social skills because she’s been locked up for so long and she could not handle Luffy yelling at her.

Luffy being Luffy, was honest to the point of being Super Harsh. “You might be big, but you’re a coward and a crybaby. I don’t like you! You’ve stayed hear for ten years, eh? That could make you sick. Isn’t there anywhere you wanna go? Come on, let’s go for a walk!”

Luffy gave her the Unblinking Luffy Stare.

There is no returning from that.

Once he puts an idea in someone’s head and gives them That Look, they are done for.

The whole meeting the Princess scenes reminded me of the Big Baby from Spirited Away. The one who wouldn’t go outside because Yubaba had told him all about germs and he was afraid but was still fascinated by Chihiro because he was lonely and wanted her to play. Except this situation is more complicated because Neptune is a Good Dad and only wants to protect his daughter from a pest who he is trying to arrest but cannot find. It’s for her safety. Just as well Luffy is there with a cunning plan to get her out for a walk, eh?

Nah, Luffy. Absolutely no one will realise there’s something up here... xD

Sex-Pest Shakes Hands With Roid Peddler

Meanwhile, the shady villains have teamed up! I don’t think that’s happened in One Piece yet. It’s an alliance of convenience based on a common enemy. They both hate Neptune for different reasons. Hordy’s is political. Decken’s? Because he’s a sex-pest.

Prediction? I bet Hordy will betray Decken. Evidence? None. Just wishful thinking. I want to see Decken get his pathetic ass kicked.

“And I would like to add a side order of salt and chili fries to our ransom demands.”

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PRESENTING, THE ERRORNIGHT KIDS!

It’s funny how Error x Nightmare isn’t very well known like the more popular ships *cough* ErrorInk *cough* Error berry *cough cough* Crossmare *cough* but they already got 6 lovely and evil kids ready to fight for them.

I know I forgot many details like their tentacles and stuff and, there’s no bg but this was made in a hurry plus I’m terrible at backgrounds so please don’t kill me.

All of them (and their nicknames, courtesy of Lune) from left to right:

Rewrite (goopy eye) by @lunalight123 Insomnia (half and half) by @seiyuuramakoto-aoi Radier (fancypants) by @pepper-mint Tenpatch (eyepatch) by @kakimochi0820 Lune (princess) by me Crash (plain dude) by @jerupipa123

Those are just nicknames, you guys. XD Her brothers know that if she really needed help, she will call them by their true names.

That’s kind of a rule that their parents told them. Call each other by nicknames on casual and if they really need help, call them by the real names kinda like a secret code of sorts.

And that’s also a way of bonding for them. I think it’s self explanatory why she calls them that. I dunno how the others would nickname her, tho.

That’s all of them I think? Unless there are more errornight kids that I don’t know about. XD

#errornight kids #rewrite #crash #radier #tenpatch #insomnia #lune #all dem errornight kids #dayum #like #bruh #six kids?

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10 Incredible Origin Stories Behind Famous Cocktails

Like any smart formula, generally, it’s onerous to pinpoint simply WHO place it along 1st, and cocktails are not any exception. Also, considering that bragging rights area unit concerned, generally there area unit pretenders to the title. Here we tend to examine ten perennial favorites and their unbelievable beginnings.

Screwdriver One of the only drinks on this menu, consisting of liquor in fruit juice, contains a somewhat confusing history. It’s claimed that western employees within the gulf oilfields, WHO spiked their juice secretly and stirred it with their screwdrivers, 1st created this within the early Nineteen Fifties. Others claim it goes back any, to the Twenties and Prohibition, and “screwdriver” was a code word to mislead federal agents.

Brandy Technically not an intoxicant however rather a deconstructed one, hard liquor is truly a wine that has been reduced right down to a concentrate. whereas it goes back to the thirteenth century and thought of healthful, it had been 1st factory-made throughout the 1500s, so wine might be condensed for transportation by ship (space was at a premium). however, individuals likable the “burnt wine” (brandewijn in Dutch) higher while not adding all that hot-water heater in therefore it became engulf its title. additionally called brandy, however only created within the brandy region of France.

Margarita Whether out of the blue or style, this can be still one in every of the foremost widespread drinks nowadays, therefore their area unit several claims to its formula. Legend says it had been created once a mixologist used spirits rather than hard liquor whereas creating another drink entirely, however, the error was delicious. the first drink was known as a flower so that they knew as the error a cocktail (Spanish for daisy). a girl named Margaret tried to say it as hers in 1948, however, the primary formula had been revealed back in 1930, and it had been widespread enough that Jose Cuervo featured the engulf its ads in 1945, so the claim is just about discredited.

Mojito Here’s a drink that’s had a revitalization in recent years. Rum and mint and sugar and juice, however, are you able to go wrong? Even the writer admired this drink. however it didn’t begin out delicious, that’s evidently. All the opposite ingredients were adscititious to form dangerous rum (a bitter, low-cost kind known as aguardiente) style smart. It’s thought “mojito” is that the diminutive for “mojo”, that could be a Cuban spice mix that's significant on the lime (but additionally garlic, that they, fortunately, overlooked of the drink).

Tom Collins This drink is therefore renowned that tall drinking tumbler glasses area unit named once it. however, it started as a nineteenth-century prank, whereby somebody would tell you that this guy named Tom Collins was running around spreading rumors concerning you and he might be found at a particular bar… and after you visited the bar and asked for Tom Collins, they'd hand you the drink instead. whether or not this was the primary microorganism selling theme or what passed for humor earlier, that’s up to dialogue, however, this was years before you'll raise somebody if their icebox was running, therefore, I suppose they created to do with what that they had.

Old intentional It’s funny that this drink isn't one in every of the older ones on the list, however, this one solely dates back to the Eighteen Eighties. Again, individuals adscititious things to dangerous liquor to form it edible. during this case, bitters and sugar were adscititious to bourbon hard drink. This mix was known as a hard drink cocktail. Later, as a lot of recipes became commonplace, it had been necessary to decide this one the “old intentional” hard drink cocktail to differentiate it from the later ones… and eventually, they merely known as it the “old fashioned.” it's still one in every of the foremost widespread bar drinks associate degreed an business commonplace, therefore if your mixologist doesn't acumen to form one, notice a replacement bar.

Long Island tea The youngest cocktail on the list solely dates back to 1972 and is claimed by a mixologist named parliamentarian Butt (no, really) as his entry in an exceedingly cocktail-making contest. It became extraordinarily widespread among girls WHO wished to travel out drinking while not obtaining unfavorable appearance from those who ought to be minding their own business. What appears like a glass of tea is truly a delicious however dangerous concoction consisting of gin, rum, vodka, tequila, and orange liqueur, with simply a splash of cola for color. You’ll always remember your 1st one however you’ll forget all those once it as a result of that’s over two hundredth alcohol content in an exceedingly single drink.

Gin and Tonic Another straightforward formula with a healthful past, however not the manner you’d assume. during this case, it had been the soft drink and not the gin that was the drugs. throughout the colonial days of nineteenth-century United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, anyone announce to a tropical station was in danger of catching a protozoal infection. the sole treatment for that was antimalarial, a bitter, nasty drug administered in liquid type (hence “tonic”) however several thought the cure worse than the unwellness (and protozoal infection could be a horrifying unwellness, therefore, that’s language something). till some enterprising soul adscititious gin (made from juniper berries) to the tonic, and also the rest is virtually history.

Mai Tai The origin is disputed; 2 legendary characters every claim to possess made-up it. First, Vic Bergeron, owner of picture building merchandiser Vic’s, claimed that in 1944 he created the drink, a mix of rum, orange liqueur and lime juice, for a few friends visiting from Tahiti; “maitai” essentially means that “it’s smart.” Second, Donn Beach (who essentially made-up the tiki bar) claimed to possess created it in 1933. Since Vic’s building is in Northern Golden State and Donn’s is in Southern Golden State, you'll be able to imagine that this argument has some group action behind it. withal, it very took off within the Nineteen Fifties once it had been featured in superman Presley’s film “Blue Hawaii.”

Manhattan Of course, this drink is on the list. It’s picture, classic, and its origin is that the stuff of legends. a combination of hard drink, vermouth, and bitters, it had been created in 1874 in honor of recent royal family Governor-elect prophet William Tatem Tilden Jr. Allegedly, the party was hosted by important person woman Randolph Churchill — WHO was pregnant at the time. you would possibly have detected the boy; his name was author. Of course, the very fact she was in Europe at the time, in labor, and not in big apple will nothing to dampen the legendary standing of this drink. probably it had been created for Governor William Tatem Tilden Jr., WHO then unsuccessfully ran for president, at the party; it’s simply that the party wasn't Churchill’s. however considering everything Churchill truly did, it positive might are.

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Grateful Dead Monthly: The Palestra – Rochester, NY 10/26/71

On Tuesday, October 26, 1971, the Grateful Dead played a concert at the Louis A. Alexander Palestra at the University of Rochester in upstate New York.

The arena was built in 1930, and has served as the longtime home for Rochester collegiate sports teams, as well as various campus events. The Dead played there twice, 11/20/70 and this show.

During the summer of 1971, the band was in transition. Pigpen was suffering from congenital primary biliary cholangitis, an autoimmune disorder, and doctors advised him to take a break from touring. So the rest of the guys hit the road as a keyboard-less quintet. That period is documented twice in the official discography – Dick’s Picks #35 (8/6-7/71, 8/24/71) and Road Trips #1.3 (7/31/71, 8/6/71, 8/23/71). The former release, the so-called “Houseboat Tapes,” was compiled from reels that the band had given to newly recruited pianist Keith Godchaux to learn their repertoire. (The tapes were later recovered on a boat owned by Keith’s parents, hence the title.) By the fall of 1971, Keith was well into the swing of things and would remain a central part of the magic that the Dead created on so many nights until early 1979.

ECM is busy prepping this year’s 31 Days of Dead, so we don’t have his wise words to guide our listening this time. In his stead, I found a decent review by somebody called Mind Wondrin on the Live Music Archive:

“This early Keith show was just an entry in DeadBase until the archive age – which is odd, because it was radio broadcast, but apparently never entered trading circles. There is some great material in the show – like all of this woodshedded-for-Keith tour. The University of Rochester gym sat 2000, so, small campus show. Skull Fuck was being released and shipped this week, so the ticketees would not have heard many of these songs yet. It’s one of those lopsided ’71s, with a nearly two-hour first set and a one-hour second set. The official release sounds better overall, but cuts half the tunings and banter. Both the SBD and official release have wow & flutter and pitch errors. There was a bad connection somewhere in the line, with buzzing and drops. The speed wobbles and pitch could have been fixed, but it seems they didn’t want to invest too much time in the Download Series (this can be fixed today, though the vox-heavy mix can not). Too bad; with some work this is a better show than 10/21 [Chicago].

First Set. Bertha might have been better in person; it’s hard to tell from the iffy, wobbly recording (albeit the monitors weren’t set yet). They’re starting to warm by Playing in the Band. It’s not the best, but, can’t really go wrong with a ’71 PitB eh? By Me and My Uncle, the band is taking off, and it’s one of those ’71 weavers. Tennessee Jed is the the fifth one – not as big as 10/21, but good. Jack Straw is a full version with the corners attended. ’71 is a big year for Big Railroad Blues, and, of course, for Me and Bobby McGee. The next couple are back to average, but Mexicali Blues is one of those times where Jer just starts spraying everywhere. Loser is a bit rough, followed by a brief Spring Song tuning. After a five-beat Beat It on Down the Line, Jer throws fills all over El Paso. Comes a Time is pretty good for being the fourth one, and One More Saturday Night is an incredible version – one of the best of ’71.

Second Set. Ramble On Rose isn’t the slickest, but Jer does throw in a little solo after the first verse on these early ones. The rest of the set is kush on a tray. A fun ride of a Sugar Magnolia to a solid Truckin’. Jer is really good here. Even Drums is better than most ’71s. And this is a very ‘played’ version of The Other One, maybe better than even 10/22 [Chicago]. There’s no encore, just a great Johnny B. Goode. The Berries always gave Keith a chance to barrelhouse, and this one was consistent in late ’71.”

This show is an official release – Download Series #3. October 1971 is probably better represented in Dick’s Picks #2 (Columbus, OH 10/31/71), which includes a fantastic Tighten Up Jam, tucked inside a massive Dark Star. The Other One here is great, though, and worth a listen. Apparently, per Mind Wondrin and other reviewers, there are pitch problems in this recording – alot of songs are a tad fast? Hear for yourself. Here’s the widget.

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write the gay. any gay. rottenberry gay is in high demand with me though, put in some cuddles and Razz thinking about how lucky he got with getting Blue as a morning thought as he's being a creep (or is it being romantic) staring at Blue before he wakes up

Despite the situation, Blueberry was comfortable. Sleeping soundly. Again despite the situation, as Blue wasn't exactly in his own bed nor free. “Oh baby Blue you look so cute” Raspberry gently caressed the side of his face then traced his jawline. Small breaths escaped his nasal cavity with each inhale then exhale and a light blue blush dusted his cheekbones. “Oh how I longed to be with you!” He sighed and he snuggled up to the sleeping blue being careful not to wake him. “And now you're mine… Forever” Raspberry laid against the bounded blueberry as he also fell asleep.Thud!Raspberry woke up upside down, back against the bed. With a grunt he rolled on to his knees and looked into the bed to see it completely empty. The cute bounded blue wasn't there. “funk… another dream… Blue…” He trailed off as he looked around his room, the sun shone through the half torn purple curtains. Standing up and leaving his room. “I need a way to get to Blue… I can only go as far as the anti-void and even that is a push… who can I force into taking me to underswap?” Raspberry contemplated as he grab some coffee. “Nightmare? no that guy hates me and he's really slimy Esh… Error? hell no. that's guy tried to kill me… Ink? He's a star San and blueberries friend he won't do.” Raspberry plonked onto the sofa not noticing the skeleton sat next to him. Grunting in frustration, he falls into the back of the sofa and sent his coffee flying to the floor, or at least should be. “Huh. what the..” Rasp said in surprise as the cup and content were suspended in mid air by purple magic. “It’s not a good idea to waste thing,Buddy!” Raspberry shot off the sofa now Noticing the extra pile of bones. and manifested some bones himself, aiming them at the skeleton. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house. you look like someone mashed fresh and ink together!” Raspberry shouted, edging the bones closer. The skeleton sighed and stood up, placing the cup and content down. “Heh, How rude of me. my name is Pride and I'm a sans but most know me by Prisim. nice to meet you, Raspberry.” Prisim smiled and held out his hand.After a brief introduction between them prisim stood up. “so that's how I got here” He said with a grin and a spin. “that didn't tell me squat!” this stopped him and Prisim looked at his alternate self. “you told me who you are pride! and that your a somewhat guardi-... wait you can travel through the universe!?” Prisim sighed. “you do listen. anyway yes I can do that but I can teleported to different feelings like lust and yes that includes the San and compassion and love. so I felt your compassion for another sans so that's why I'm here.” Raspberry grin grew as he got close to Prisim. “So you can get me to Underswap?” He said in a flirty way, fluttering his non-existing eyelashes. Prisim looked at him. slightly taller but contemplated. Shrugged then grabbed raspberry causing him to flinch and pull away. Failing as prisim grip tighten on his arms and leaned closer to him. This made rasp uncomfortable. “hey Raspberry.” Prisim squared in him in eye sockets. “What?!” He snapped. “boop” they both disappeared into thin air.“- you doing?!” Raspberry glared at Prisim who just let him so and he walked away whistling all the while. Blueberry was helping Undyne move some stuff around the lab. “Thanks again for helping me with these sans.” Undyne said placing down a box on the workbench. “Mwh hehe, It's fine! This is nothing a royal guard can't handle! well I must go I gotta help chara.” With a wave he left. *Blue hums his Megalovania, lol cause why not* Prisim and Raspberry were waiting near the entrance of the local taco shop eating taco and Blue waltz by.Raspberry drops his taco but it's once again caught by Prisim in his yellow magic. “What did I say about wasting stuff” He muttered in annoyance. Next thing blue realised he was on the floor with someone hugging him from behind almost purring at the same time. “Omg blue, I finally have you. your mine now” followed by a small gruntish squeal. “Raspberry!?” Blue grunted as he free one of his arms and moved it to his front. “W-what are you doing here?” he grunted some more as the hug got a little tighter. Prisim giggled and put the taco back in the bag.*Ping, Ping fwoosh* Blue was now face first into a pillow with the other skeleton still on him.”Ra-Raspberry I - I can't breath…” Blue huffed as raspberry got off him allowing him to sit up then wrapped his arms around blues waist and looked content. “Can any of you to gonna tell me what's going on and why are we in my bedroom?!” Blue ask trying to stay calm. Prisim spoke up. “I am Pride!Sans a multiverse guardian but call me Prisim and Raspberry asked me to bring him here.” referring to the purple ball of bones attached to Blue. “Okay. so what are you a guardian of?” Blue asked just accepting that fact that Raspberry won't let go and just embraces the cuddles. “Ships and relationships.” Prisim shrugged, Blues face dropped and if it was able to so would his jaw. Prisim saw this and smiled. “I will collect him later!” with a wave he was gone leaving the two berries cuddling on the bed. -----------------------------------not exactly to the point but I had fun with this. And I included Prisim for the first time. ship fic one shot (wow mouth full) RottenBerry request.

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askthenewgleeks-rp · 7 years

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Welcome, Geoff! You have been accepted as Rachel Berry! Please check our New Member Checklist and send in your account within 24 Hours.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Geoff Preferred Pronouns: He/him Age: 23 Timezone: EST Anything Else: i love u guys

Previous RP Account: -gestures to mason-

IN CHARACTER

Character Name: Rachel Barbra Berry Character Birthday: December 18th School/Job: (If not already known) I… don’t actually know what she’s doing in the rp. Is she the Glee Club director with Finn and Blaine? Ships: Rachel/Chemistry, Rachel/Being a Star, Rachel/Broadway, Rachel/Tony Award Nomination Anti-ships: Rachel/Anyone who gets in the way of her dreams, Rachel/No Chemistry Personal Information/Headcanons

After the downfall of her show, Rachel’s come to the realization of how messed up she made her life. Not only can she not go back to Broadway, but she made a fool of herself on television for the entire Nation as well. This has caused her to reflect a bit on her own life.Being back in Lima, though it’s bit of a downer to be considered what Puck would call a ‘lima loser’– she’s determined to pick back up and put herself back in the show… somehow.

Currently, Rachel has been trying to think of ways she can get de-blackballed from Broadway after ditching Funny Girl, and her only ideas are to actually write that musical that she and Kurt were thinking about back in their high school days.

The other option Rachel has been thinking about is actually going back to New York and groveling at Madame Tibideaux’s feet- but she’s not too sure if she actually wants to do that quite yet. All Rachel knows is that her dream has always been the stage and it always will be until she succeeds.

Her fathers’ divorce has actually really shook up Rachel, though she hasn’t actually told anyone how much it bothers her. It’s odd to have said goodbye to her childhood home, but now she’s in an apartment she’s renting for the meantime while she figures out what to do next. Luckily though her fathers aren’t together anymore, they do in fact still help Rachel and give her the advice she always needs to succeed and for that she’s so grateful.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONS:

If you could change one thing, what would it be?

Well, I wouldn’t get into full on logistics due to the embarrassing nature of the entire epidemic, however I would very seriously love to erase the past few months… up to the opening night of Funny Girl. I’d like to make sure Sue Sylvester never is even allowed to walk into the theatre, and ultimately, I’d like to have not thrown away my shot- much like the more modern Alexander Hamilton has said so many times. I think a lot of things would have been done differently if I had just stayed on course and kept up with Fanny, not once trying for a different show on TV nonetheless. Actors on stage are much stronger than film actors due to the fact that they do only get one cut– one chance to show the audience their material and if they mess up: the show, of course, must go on.

What is your biggest dream?

Luckily I would say that as of last year I accomplished the dream I’ve honestly had since I could remember: playing Fanny Brice on Broadway. Stepping into a successor role of Barbra herself has been outstanding and terrifying all at the same time. The reviews, however, definitely helped me know that this wasn’t a mistake and if Barbra did it, so of course could I. Now my dream, though I wouldn’t say it’s a dream per say as it’s more or less an actual goal (because I will achieve it) is to get back on my feet in show business and show them that Rachel Berry has learned from her mistakes and will not be leaving any time soon. I don’t care how many doors slam in my face. I will keep trying until one happens to give me a shot once more. I know I can do this. All I need is another chance and I will put my name in the stars and solidify it for the rest of my life. It would, of course, be only right for my humble fans to be allowed to see my name return so they can continue to have new material of me instead of being subjected to just my instagram or snapchat stories.

Who would you consider your best friend? Why?

Of course Kurt Hummel, my best gay, is my best friend in the entire universe. We are and were the best singers in glee club and nothing will ever change that. Kurt has always been my right hand man through everything and without him I don’t think I would have honestly survived New York the way I did (at first, of course– we don’t dare speak of my errors in the later part of my New York career (version one)). We’ve been through a lot together– including but not limited to: dating the same boy, having incredible musical duets, seeing and being on the actual Wicked stage, and sharing a very spacious yet constricting loft together. I don’t know what life would be like without Kurt, but I wouldn’t want to live it. Every shooting star needs her backup team to always help and that’s exactly what Kurt is. He’s my comfort blanket. Kurt Hummel will always be home to me.

#accepted #submission

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canadian-buckbeaver · 7 years

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An Inky Error - Ch. 3

Time has past since the sole survivor of the Swap! Genocide joined Ink and Error on their quest. Now he finally has his own... Can he handle it

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Stretching, Berry woke slowly, causing his bones to creak and shudder back into place. As usual he jolted, not immediately recognizing the room. Once he did, he felt his bones relax, and the cartilage shift. Yawning, he rubbed the sleep dust from his eye and stared at his orange bracelet. “MORNING PAPY.” He said. The bracelet of course, said nothing back to him. When Berry had come across the dust pile by the stream and his brother’s hoodie, it had unleased memories from the previous resets, unleashing a deep rage within him and causing him to create his own Determination. He had been hoping that the human would reset, restoring Swapverse for what it was before they slaughtered everyone but, to his dismay he had waited hours but nothing changed. The human indeed had given up and, perhaps as a last resort, decided against resetting, preventing the return of his beloved brother.

A last, cruel attack.

He had almost fallen when Ink and Error had come across him and now, now he was better. Although it wasn’t the best time in his life (those times would always be reserved for when he was with Papy), it wasn’t the worst. Ink and Error had been training in Core Frisk’s mission and, so far he was really enjoying it. Preventing what happened to him with other monsters was a cause worthy of the Royal Guardsman-to-be….

… like he would ever be able to become a Royal Guardsman now.

Shaking his head, he gathered his wits again. He couldn’t afford to think like that. Negatively, hard on himself, etc. Ink and Error were counting on him to be his very best, especially with Ink being so far along in his pregnancy they had to be even more careful. One small hit and he could lose the baby. That wasn’t an option.

Jumping out of the bed, he quickly straightened the covers and stretched again. Ink and Error had been able to pull some of his things from his universe and make up a quick bedroom for him. He much appreciated having a little bit of home with him but, it still wasn’t the same.

As he jogged into what they had dubbed the ‘Control Room’, he realized that there was a strange glow coming from the room. Perring in cautiously, he almost gasped out loud. There, sitting on one of the chairs in the room was a pale girl. The colours were dully muted and the eyes were blank and dark. This must have been the Core Frisk that they were talking about. As he watched she gave a quick nod and disappeared from the room. She could teleport? He watched a little longer as Ink and Error anxiously talked amongst themselves quietly. They looked extremely worried.

Finally he chose to enter the room. “HEY GUYS!” he cheerfully cried out. “GOOD MORNING!” He gave a gentle hug to Ink but avoided Error. Error had made it clear that, unless he was Ink, there was a no touching rule. Berry respected that. Papy had made it clear that there were some people, like himself, that enjoyed hugs and touching, and others, like Error and Grillby, who preferred not to be touched, and he had to respect that. He backed away from the couple. “SO. WHAT ARE WE DOING TODAY? ANOTHER MISSION?” he asked.

Ink and Error looked at each other, talking to each other without words, and looked back at him. “Yes, but you should probably stay here…” began Ink.

Berry instantly began to pout. “WHAT? NO WAY. WHY?”

“Well… it involves you and… and Underswap in a way.” Ink said, looking at Error, unsure on how to proceed. Berry began to quiver a bit in anticipation. This must be something big. He had to be a part of this!

Luckily Error took over. “y-You s-s-ssee Berry,” he said, “t-TH-there is a CON-nstellation th-THAT h-has c-C-c-cauSed a LOT of is-issue-ISSUES with C-C-cCore Frisk…” he paused to pull up the computer screen, showing a star map. “B-b-Berry, meet the-THE Beaver constellation.”

Berry looked at the groupings of stars. It did faintly look like a beaver but it was always sort of hard to tell with stars. It would have been a lot clearer for his brother… He trusted on what Ink and Error said though. “OK…” he said hesitantly.

Ink and Error looked at each other, and this time it was Error the one to shrug. Ink sighed. “Well we might as well just spit it out. You know how a lot of these stars write either different timelines or relationships?” Ink asked while Berry nodded. “Well, these stars specialize in writing the pairing called ‘Edgeberry’, which there is an Underfell Papyrus, paired with an Underswap Sans…” Ink said, pausing to allow Berry to absorb this information.

The blue skeleton blinked a little in confusion, before looking back at the stars. He had seen this type of pairing before in timelines though he hadn’t known the specific ‘ship’ name for it. Not that he had a problem with it, to each their own opinions, it was just he had usually seen most writers pan off and write other pairings or stories, or move on to different subjects. Not just continuously write the same couple, over and over again. “OK… PLEASE, PLEASE GO ON. TELL ME MORE,” he said again, urging Ink to continue. He could feel himself trembling. This was something big. Something good. Something where he would be at least be able to contribute something real to the group. Not just ‘pretend’ as he had felt for so long.

Ink nodded. “Well, there is one specific trilogy that Core!Frisk has a problem with.” Ink keyed in a command on the computer so a specific star trail was shown on the monitor. The lead star was a deep blood red colour, odd for a star, and alarmingly had black cracks through it and the end, just as disturbing. “This star trail in the Beaver timeline, it is known as ‘Fell’s Invasion’. Long story short, and no spoilers for the story in case the author finds out what we are planning, Underfell invades Underswap, and a lot of serious trouble ensues. Core!Frisk has seen into the author’s mind and does not like where the story is headed. She wants us to enter the story and change the plot, change its ending.” Ink said.

Error turned to Berry. “D-d-DOEs th-that make s-s-s-s-Sense?” he asked.

“SO, JUST TO MAKE SURE THAT I HAVE THIS CORRECT, CORE!FRISK WANTS US TO CHANGE AN AUTHOR’S STORY LINE? CHANGE EVERYTHING?” he asked. Error and Ink nodded encouragingly. They knew that Berry would understand. “BUT… BUT WHY?” asked Berry. “INK, YOU’VE SAID IT TO ME BEFORE THAT CREATIVITY IS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT TALENTS THAT ANYONE CAN PROCESS. WHY DO WE WANT TO INFLUENCE IT OURSELVES? DOESN’T THAT GO AGAINST YOUR VALUES?” he asked.

Ink looked from Berry, to Error and back down to his small belly, looking anxious. He had known that this question was coming. He still didn’t have a good answer for it though. “Normally yes,” he said, “but Core!Frisk was scared. She could not give all the details, but could tell us that there would be something terrible happening to Alphys, Papyrus, Sans, and many other monsters if we did not stop this author.”

Berry froze. “SOMETHING… SOMETHING HAPPENS… TO THIS PAPYRUS?” he asked. In that single instant his mind was flooded with images. His older brother feeding, bathing and playing with him as a baby bones. Paps and himself pretending to be members of the Royal Guard as children. When Gaster fell into the Void, Paps bravely telling him to stay strong, that he would always look after him. His brother, always sleeping, tired from working three jobs to keep the house, clothing on them and keep food in the fridge. The constant sacrifices that his brother made for him. The memory of his brother being cut down still blazed fresh in his mind. Determination began to build and well within him. He had to stop another Sans from undergoing the same pain that he did. It was his duty. He survived the genocide run and knew the pain of being forced to live without the one he loved most. He would prevent that from happening again, he swore.

Ink and Error looked at one another, once again silent words passing between them. Berry looked at them with slight irritation and pouted slightly. It wasn’t fair that they were able to do that. How was he supposed to convince them if he didn’t know what the argument was? It was like he was fighting blind!

Ink and Error tore their eyes away from one another and looked at Ink’s stomach, the small multi-coloured heart just shining through his tunic, the smallest hill in the tunic. The worried looks on their skulls said enough. Ink needed rest. This would only stress the baby, Paperjam, out, making the pregnancy even more difficult than it already was.

Ink and Error turned back to Berry. “Fine… this once. In and out.” Ink said. “As a Swap skeleton you’ll draw the least amount of attention anyways…”

Berry could hardly hold back his excitement! Finally! Something real! He could help! Maybe Ink and Error would finally see how useful he actually was and have him do more…

Ink and the baby needed to be protected, meaning that Ink was off duty, confined to rest and ‘light’ work until he gave birth, and Error couldn’t go alone.

This is just what he wanted… what he needed! He needed to be helpful, have a couple adventures. Finally… finally he felt like his life had purpose again. He would make this constellation-author rue the day that she ever started to write this story! Make her cure the day that she ever thought of doing something, anything to the Swap!Papyrus and Sans here. After all, if Core!Frisk was involved… it had to be something big. Something bad.

Yes. Yes he would stop this madness. He would make his brother proud of him… his sacrifices would not be in vain.

* * * * *

When Berry stepped through the portal he was stunned. It was almost exactly like his Snowdin. From the position of Muffet’s café, to the great tree in the middle of the town, it looked the same. Except… Berry quickly dived behind a nearby trash can and watched as two darkly armoured guards strode by him, both without a care in the world. Those guards he had never seen in his Underswap. They had to be of Underfell. Berry gulped, watching as they walked away, talking animatedly towards the other. They looked so strong, the tendons and muscles swelling in their arms were a prime example. The weapons that they carried, those looked positively deadly though his Alphys would know more about them. And then, there was that… that aura that they gave off…

It radiated pure evil…

Berry gulped. Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he wasn’t as ready for this mission as he had thought himself. But no. Ink and Error – those two were counting on him! And, if he did this right, the next time that Dream!Sans came over, he would have an adventure to tell him… And then there was his and this universe’s Papyrus…. he had to finish this. He owed it to him in the way. So, it was for everyone that he would finish this. For their sakes he would continue on.

He had to stop this evil Beaver. No excuse!

Creeping through the town was slower than he had thought it would be. Although he had the so-called ‘hometown advantage’ there were the Underfell guards everywhere. He was forced to take detour after detour, hide again and again. Soon he was exhausted, small beads of sweat dripping into his sockets and his unneeded breaths came in small huffs… and he hadn’t even reached where he was supposed to yet. This was stupid, he realized. He should have gotten more information from Ink and Error, or they from Core!Frisk. How was he supposed to stop the author and their plans for Papyrus if he didn’t know what these plans were? He could be making his way through Snowdin for nothing. This was ridiculous!

Another trio of guards walked right in front of Berry, for the moment not seeing him. They seemed engrossed in one of the guard’s stories. He looked to be a type of dog, though not one that he had seen in his universe, holding a small, dark trident. As Berry silently panicked he heard the guard tell the others about the Swap!Rabbit that he had just dusted, in gross, disgustingly vivid detail.

Finally gathering his senses he ducked into another alley, panting, and just dodging yet another group of guards. Grumbling he turned…

And felt his soul freeze in his rib cage.

There, laying on the ground of the alley, was a little blue skeleton, obviously himself but of this universe. There was no mistaking the blue battle body and homemade bandana. This Sans looked terrified, his blue eye lights not stars or heart shaped, but wide and frightened. There was a red scarf tied around his jaw, killing any sounds that he might have made. A large red, gloved hand pined both his wrists to the ground, the other gently stroking his arm and leg bones as the owner, a tall, jagged skeleton hovered over him, a greedy look etched deeply into his damaged skull…

Berry stared for a second, transfixed by what he was seeing. How could the author imagine this? No… this was Underswap! Nothing bad would to it on his watch. Berry would ensure of that. Ripping his eyes away from the terrifying sight, he ran. He ran down the street feeling a familiar stinging in his eye lights. No. No! He wouldn’t cry! That is what this author, this disgusting universe wanted. He had survived losing his brother, he would survive this. Not just survive, he would win this game!

Spinning around another corner he saw it. That familiar orange pullover. The thick smell of cigarette smoke. Papyrus? Another memory flooding back to him, he saw himself in a familiar scene, leaping into his brother’s arms.

But… this wasn’t HIS brother he remembered just in time.

The Sans in the alley, this was his brother.

… Perfect… He not only was the stronger, more magically trained of them in this universe, but he was Sans’ brother. Nothing would stop him from protecting his brother. Not a guard and not a sword. He would save this Sans. From anything, no matter the cost.

Rushing in front of the surprised skeleton, Blue grabbed the front of the front of the pullover, yanking the taller down to his level. As black irises stared into his own, the speech that Berry had planned, faded into nothing. “PAPYRUS, YOUR BROTHER’S BEING KIDNAPPED! OKAY! BYE!” Immediately releasing the too-familiar cloth, he ran down the street that he had just came from. It took only a second but he could hear the sound of echoing footsteps behind him. This other Papyrus was just like his after all. Risking everything to rescue his brother. Berry began to summon his magic, feeling it tickle across his bones, cascading through his joints…

He prayed to the stars and the angel that this world did not end up like his world. Dead, dusted, lifeless and alone… It deserved better than that.

He teleported then, feeling the familiar yank of the shortcut. Hiding in the trees outside of Snowdin he sighed in relief as he felt a loosening of something in the atmosphere. Telling Papyrus about the other Sans’ predicament… it must have changed something. Clicking a few buttons on his cell phone, he summoned the portal, and he stepped through. He had a feeling that Beaver wouldn’t be much trouble anymore.

* * * * *

Error and Ink watched in astonishment as the tail of stars belonging to ‘Invasion’ flickered for a second and then dimmed. As Berry came through they surrounded him, erupting into cheers and hugging him.

“y-Y-y-oU D-did it!” Error exclaimed, rubbing the top of his skull lightly.

“We never had any doubts!” Ink shot back, holding Berry in a deep and close hug. Berry smiled as he felt Paperjam’s little soul buck against him.

He could even feel his brother’s smile. He had made him proud… he had saved someone else from suffering the same fate of him. He would be taken seriously. This was far more important than any position of the Royal Guards. He felt…

There was a small ding on Error’s computer. Ink, Error and Berry froze, turning to stare at the star-filled screen. The beaver’s constellation flickered and then shone, more brilliant then before. Before their very sockets, the starry trail of ‘Invasion’ flared to life again. There was some differences to them. A couple stars had seemed to be burned out but there was still that dreaded path. And as they watched, more stars flickered to life.

“WHAT DOES IT MEAN? ERROR?” Berry asked, scared. He should have known it was too easy of a fix. Simply forcing that world’s Papyrus to step in? What was he thinking?

“T-they m-M-made a n-n-New trail…” Error said. “Th-THE au-auth-or i-i-IS goi-GOING ah-ahead with the-THE-the story…” Error turned back to the other skeletons. “WE didn-DIDN’t sto-STop TH-them…”

Ink looked fearful. This had never happened before. Core!Frisk had said too that they were sure that if the one part of the storyline was ruined that they would give it up, let the two universes live in peace.

But obviously they weren’t counting on Beaver’s determination to continue through with this hell.

Berry stepped forward. “Don’t look so glum guys. You have me! And I won’t quit until I know that the other me and his brother are safe and sound, safe from Beaver’s clutches!”

For all his brave words, he looked over at the tourtured star. How many more times would he have to travel? And would he help Ink and Error be successful in their quest?

And so their brave but rather fruitless quest began. For ever plan and plot that Error, Ink and Berry discovered and foiled, the author always had a another leading to the same end point. Berry becoming more and more determined that this Swap brotherly duo stay together, and Ink becoming further and further along in his pregnancy while Error worried over the both of them.

The author seemed content too, to play goddess from afar. She toyed with them. Sent them one way, and then another. Kept them guessing to what her next scheme was.

And their endless games continued on until, at long last, Fell met the courageous threesome…

And Ink suffered for it.

#edgeberry #paperjam #us!sans #error!sans #ink!sans #uf!sans #us!papyrus #fellsinvasion #tie in #skeleton pregnancy #baby on the way

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