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linisiane · 7 months

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The Self-Aware Player of Harry Du Bois

It's fascinating to me to think about how satire is used as the 'touch grass' or 'be fucking for real' genre. Oftentimes it's making fun of tropes/conventions by humorously contrasting them with reality, which is exactly what Disco Elysium is doing with the RPG!

It goes hand in hand with the idea of RPGs as escapist power fantasy. RPGs are often thought of as the ultimate self-insert fantasy by its detractors or worst players, ahem looking at all those DND horror stories about entitled mangsty murderhobos.

One of the most infamous criticisms of Disco Elysium is its lackluster combat.

ID A screenshot of a random forum discussion post by dungeon master Zed Duke of Banville. It reads: "Disco Elysium has neither combat nor exploration, and therefore is missing two of the three fundamental components (or sets of components) that define the RPG genre." End ID

The game has essentially bordered off your ability to make Harry into a power fantasy murderhobo because you just are physically unable to equip an longsword or cuisse to murder your average citizen on the street of Martinaise.

But even on a less mangsty level, it subverts a lot of the basic expectations of RPGs.

Like the encounter with the racist lorry driver! You never get the ability or quest to change his mind, you only choose how you react to him.

Where other RPGs might let you act as the white savior or the white knight of chivalric romance, no questions asked, you're changing the minds of everybody who's wrong so we can all get along, Disco Elysium really makes you confront your ability to whiteknight, makes you confront if whiteknighting is even helpful, and why you wanted to whiteknight in the first place.

It’s part of the fun/humor experience of Disco Elysium that you at first expect to solve the world’s problems with a couple quests and lines of ‘good’ dialogue and then get socked in the faced with the fact that yeah, you can’t do much, you’re one person, what did you expect, asshole? Cuno doesn't fucking care!

By subverting our RPG expectations, it forces us to become more aware that these expectations even exist and how they fall short of reality. Yet, despite this subversion, the world of Disco Elysium feels so much realer to us.

ID a screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue YOU - "Don't call it a dump, you've made it nice and cosy here." NOVELTY DICEMAKER - "Yeah." She stares out of the window, not really hearing your words. "Or maybe it's the entire world that's cursed? It's such a precarious place. Nothing ever works out the way you wanted." "That's why people like role-playing games. You can be whoever you want to be. You can try again. Still, there's something inherently violent even about dice rolls." "It's like every time you cast a die, something disappears. Some alternative ending, or an entirely different world...." She picks up a pair of dice from the table and examines them under the light. End ID

Like, Neha is highlighting this little meta element of how you can stack your Harry in any RPG to pursue a certain ending or situation, but the actual outcome is still influenced by a dice roll out of your control.

A lot of the satirical humor in Disco Elysium comes from the absurdity that you can do everything right or everything wrong, and the dice can still fuck it up or save it for you—not just for things like high-fantasy attacks, but mundane things like remembering your name.

The dice are, at their core, about how RPGs aren't just for the control fantasy, of winning high-fantasy battles, but also can represent life as it is, mundane and uncontrollable.

Similarly, Harry is clearly written—complete with all the 'lore' that this would entail—to couch his RPG protagonist nature in the real.

If RPG characters are blank slates? Let's give ours amnesia! Need fast travel?! Kim teases the 41st Precinct for constantly running everywhere by calling it the Jamrock Shuffle. He needs to have deep and intimate conversations with everyone, even when they're strangers? Yeah, that's so weird we gave him the name 'Human Can-Opener,' and everybody remarks on his uncanny manipulation skills.

It's commenting on difference between controlling an RPG avatar and navigating in a human body.

As Kurvits said: “In reality we do not have control, or complete control, of our minds. Just like our body, it is something that we give-not even commands wishes to, and we hope it's gonna do it. We hope it's not gonna break down, we hope it's not gonna rebel against us.”

In one type of RPG fantasy, we don't even question our total control and even assume the joy is from the control.

But in Disco Elysium, we lack control and find joy in it anyway. That is the fun of the game making us, the players, 'self-aware' about its RPG elements, and it especially resonates with anybody not able-bodied, anybody neurodivergent.

#disco elysium #metas #My thoughts #harry du bois #harrier du bois #human can-opener #jamrock shuffle #yeah so im reposting my meta because i worked really hard but i feel like it was too long for anybody to appreciate :')

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goodboyaudios · 25 days

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do you have any face claims for your characters? like irl people who you think i resemble them the most?

I've mentioned how Adam Driver makes a good Albus, but so does Sean bean.

As for the others, no not really lol

Zed is a little too anime and Tyr is an alien lol

#good boy audios #goodboyaudios #youtube #asmr roleplay #asmr boyfriend

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corrupted-starcharts · 3 months

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Giving one last look to the base, Kestrel nods to herself and climbs into the driver's seat of her Roamer. A half-beaten, blue and teal junker, kept running so well due to Onfim's black-market tech.

Settled in her seat, she taps a button on the side of her helmet, and its 'eyes' alight, connected to her own glass eye. Kestrel inputs Zed's coordinates, ready to activate a target sweep. She waits for a bit, until a gravity storm kicks up, to take off like a shot out of the exocraft bay and up a southward hill, where a combination of lessened gravity and her vehicle's momentum carries her far upward and forward, her stomach rising into her throat before violently lurching back downward.

The Roamer hits the ground again with a heavy slam, and bounces a little on the uneven ground. Kelplike, gargantuan plants fly past her view, swaying as if underwater, sand and soil kicks up behind the exocraft as if churned by waves; it's all more than a little disorienting.

As Kestrel heads further south, her mind wanders. She felt out of her depth, certainly. She'd tracked and hunted colossal horrors, but this... really, Kestrel didn't know what they were looking for, what was fully going on, aside from Anomaly's kidnapping, and as of yet, she and her companions hadn't caught much wind of the kidnapper. It was hard to actually feel helpful, here.

》 There's got to be a way to pull some kinda data from that--

A trill emitting from her scanner pulls her back into focus, and she switches to its Target Sweep mode, tuned to Zed's coordinates. It beeps sharply - still oriented in the correct direction at least, with about 200u to go, he's likely somewhere just over the next hill.

She revs the old Roamer's engine and it careens up the hill, and as she lands a cave entrance comes into view, and what she hopes is the Traveller she's looking for.

#[dissonance ascending]#kestrel broadcasts

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zedechemist · 16 days

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Ask meme ; answered take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . Continued from HERE

A squeal of tyres echo in Zed's ears, the afterburn of rubber is nauseating as it permeates off the concrete. A numbness throbs in his hip, and something warm drips down his upper arm. Disorientated, it feels like someone's fighting to put him under. As with him, he's refusing to go so easily, warring through the sudden shock to the system. Blinking, he's fast recovering.

He barely recognises the large statue of a figure talking at him, or their body pushing off of him as he stares through a fogged vision at the momentary disarray of a car askew in the street — there's a holdup in the road now. His head is spared damage, somehow.

It all happens in the space of a few seconds; a blast of bodily pressure, and then colliding with the tarmac.

Looking up, a hand is being held out at him — he's internally groaning (resisting the physical discomforts being broadcast) as he stares for several seconds.

He remembers Kumar's one request.

This is him; the guy. Be nice. Treat him like you treat me.

"Is this you out of practice?" Zed asks, getting himself off the ground, and brushing his clothes off the stains marring the already stained outfit. He's wavering off the panicked driver — Eva would threaten to sue, he's sure. Zed has no interest. He's instead eying Easton, dabbing the graze on his arm to know the extent of the superficial injuries. The absence of the astronaut is noticed too: "Where's Kumar?"

@easton-m

#o: e.madden

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sunnyie-eve · 8 months

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2 | Someday

Series: A Zombie's Serenity

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

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When it was late out at night Bucky and the Acey's drive the newbies to Zombietown and when Serenity steps out of the van she was happy. "I finally made into Zombietown." She says to herself looking around and see a little girl outside. She waves to her without Bucky seeing. She runs in as her name is called for dinner.

"Every year for cheer initiation, we like to remind zombies that we don't accept freaks on the town. Egg that zombie house and you three are officially one of us." The three turn to look at the house.

"Bucky, no. That's wrong." She tells him as a lady walks up to the driver side scaring them off. As they drive off Addison and Bree run to hide while Serenity stays where she was. "Sorry about them." She gives her a smile as the woman walks off.

"Serenity?" She hear Zed's voice so she turns around.

"Hi." She laughs.

"What are you doing here?" He asks confused but then sees Addison holding the eggs. He looks back at Serenity hurt thinking she was part of it too.

"Everything okay out here? Umm." His dad walks out and sees Serenity.

"She's just lost." Zed looks back over at her so she waves to his dad.

"Yeah, someone gave me wrong directions as a joke." She laughs.

"You should get home. Zed, come on back inside." His dad goes inside.

"I wasn't going to." She tells him before he goes into his house. Addison throws away the eggs and the three walk back home.

The next morning at school Serenity goes down to the basement to let Zed know that they weren't going to go through with the egging before he came out. "Whoa, whoa! There's no human students in the basement." The teacher/janitor says seeing her in the doorway.

All the zombies turn to face her, "Sorry but someone yakked in the cafeteria." She tell him which was true.

"Oh, right... still the janitor." He gets his things together.

"They could have at least made this place look decent for y'all." She look around.

"Serenity, what are you doing here?" Zed walks up to her.

"I wanted you to know we weren't going to go through with egging of your house before you even came out. My brother wanted us to do it for cheer intuition but we didn't want to do it. And I'm sorry for him being a jerk and it looking like we were going to do it."

"What if he sees us talking?" He asks her.

"I don't care." She says as Eliza groans seeing Addison come down.

"You beat me to the apology. Will we see you at the pep rally this afternoon?" She asks Zed.

"Zombies don't do pep rallies." Eliza tells her rudely.

"We'll think about it." Zed tells the two.

"Great, hopefully we'll see you guys there." Serenity smiles as Addison leaves. "I like your earrings. It's cool." Serenity tells Eliza before leaving.

"Which one do you like because I'm sure both like you." Eliza eyes him.

"I've talked to Serenity the most." He shrugs his shoulders.

"Do you think Zed will show up?" Addison asks as we get ready for the pep rally.

"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders.

"I hope he does. He's really cute." She giggles fixing her hair. "My natural hair isn't showing right?" She turns to me.

"No." I let her know.

"You're not showing either." She lets me know as I do a 360. Addison had full on white hair while mine was half white underneath.

"There's zombies at the pep rally!" Bree shouts making Addison run to look then Bucky and the Acey's.

While we start to cheer, I spent most of the time getting thrown in the air. When they pull out the spirt sticks I see Zed's friend start to act out and run while Addison was up in the air and the boys moved out of the way. Zed bulldozes through the football players and catches Addison before she hits the ground.

"You! Me! We gotta talk!" The couch calls Zed and Addison comes over to me smiling.

I force a smile as we leave to continue our day, "Bucky!" I walk up to him.

"What?" He asks annoyed.

"You could've got Addison hurt just to mess with Zombies." I cross my arms at him.

"They weren't supposed to be there." He walks off making me mad.

At lunch I sit with Bree and Addison without lunch because I wasn't hungry. While we sit Principle Lee announces that zombies are now allowed to get in the cafeteria. Everyone groans but I was happy for them. We all watch them walk in and Zed turns back and makes eye contact with me smiling.

As lunch goes on Addison smiles watching Zed while Bree just talks away. "My hearts racing and my palms are sweaty." She smiles as I get up and walk over to his table.

Some people notice and watch me, "I know you don't like me..." I look at Eliza, "But I wanted to congratulate y'all on your first step to getting out of that stupid basement. And congratulations on joining the football team." I give Zed a smile.

"Thanks." He smiles as his friend Bonzo holds out a flower he made of fruit.

"Thank you. You're really good." I smile as Addison joins us.

"Why is Perky Avon Cheerstick here? The point of having our own table is to avoid people like her. Them." Eliza speaks up now and Addison tries to say she came over to say thanks for Zed rescuing her but the Acey's show up dragging us off.

They tell us not to talk to them and to say away from them. Addison huffs going to sit with Bree but I leave to get something out of my locker. "You okay?" Zed pops up holding out what Bonzo gave me.

"Yeah. Thanks. I didn't mean to drop this." I take it from him.

"You know if things go well with me in the football team, zombies will be more accepted... and we could like hang out in public." He walks around the hall with me.

"I'm looking forward to that and we could hangout in public now. I don't care how people see me." I tell him.

"Even if people see you as a freak and you get kicked off the squad?" We stop walking.

"I love cheer but not that much to were I would die without it." I let him know.

"So opposite from Addison? She chooses cheer to fit in and she loves it. She said her hair was freakish... I just passed her in the hall coming to find you." He tells me.

"She has white hair like mine but hers is all white while mine is half." I let him know.

"Where is she?" We hear Bucky so Zed grabs my hand running away with me.

We end up hiding in the zombie safe room, "Why are we hiding?" I ask him.

"Because he doesn't like us near each other and I want to spend time with you." He smiles.

"I said I don't care about being seen in public with you." I remind him.

"I know it might be crazy. But did you hear the story?" Zed comes up from behind me.

"I think I heard it vaguely." I turn around to face him.

"A girl and a zombie." He walks away.

"Oh, tell me more, boy. Sounds like a fantasy." I follow him.

"Oh, what could go so wrong. With a girl and a zombie." We both look at each other.

"You're from the perfect paradise. And I'm living on the darker side." He makes shadow puppets.

"Ooh, I've got a feeling. If you get to know me." I roll my eyes at him.

"Right from the start you caught my eye. And something inside me came to life." I catch the little ball he tosses at me.

{ Serenity, Zed, Both } Someday This could be, this could be ordinary Someday Could we be something extraordinary? You and me side by side Yeah, yeah Out in the broad daylight If they laugh, we'll say We're gonna be someday We're gonna be someday Someday, someday We're gonna be someday We're gonna be someday

"Girl, you look delicious. Oh, I mean gorgeous." He makes me laugh.

"Well, now you're getting fearless." I move away from him.

"No, I'm just rooting for us." He moves closer to me. "If different was a super power. We'd be so flawless." He skips away. "Yeah, we could make these two worlds ours. I'm rooting for us." He puts his hand out to me. "Two lonely hearts meet in the dark. Imagine it now they start a spark." He pulls me to stand up.

"You got my attention. What happens next, then?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Movies and long walks in the park. Hanging out anywhere we want." He makes me smile.

"I like the way you're thinking. I can almost see it." I put my hand out to him.

{ Serenity, Zed, Both } Someday This could be, this could be ordinary Someday Could we be something extraordinary? You and me side by side Out in the broad daylight If they laugh, we'll say We're gonna be someday Someday, someday

"So let them talk if they wanna. Let them talk if they're gonna. We're gonna do what we wanna. Let them talk, let them talk. If they wanna, they wanna." I smile at him as the bell rings.

The bell rings to go to class and I wish him luck on the football game. As he runs down the hall cheering I smile walking to class. "Where have you been?" Bucky pops up out of nowhere.

"Walking around." I lie so he narrows his eyes at me.

"Don't go looking for that zombie or else." He starts to walk away.

"Or else what?" I call out.

"I'll kick you off the squad. Then if you keep talking to it, I'll tell mom and dad about you liking a zombie. Then if you still disobey us... I'll talk them into sending you away." He marches off.

For the football game after school we didn't start off great because our team wouldn't help Zed. Every time he got tackled I groan making Bucky glare at me. I turn to face the crowd as we went into half time seeing the signs say no zombies and zombies go home. When the team comes back out Zed was finally doing better making Addison and I cheer for him.

"Feel that breeze, it's not a sneeze, Zombies score and run with ease! Woo!" Addison gets the crowd to cheer but makes Bucky not happy.

We win the first game and we all cheer. Addison throws her pompoms down running to Zed to give him a hug. He awkwardly hugs her looking back at me as Bucky drags me away, "I mean what I said."

#zed necrodopolis #addison wells #bucky buchanan #eliza zambie #bonzo zombies #bree zombies #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #wynter barkowitz #a lan #a li #a spen #zombies #disney zombies #zombies 2 #dcom #zombies dcom #milo manheim

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transbookoftheday · 9 months

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The Fabulous Zed Watson! by Basil Sylvester and Kevin Sylvester

The literary scavenger hunt of a lifetime, starring an endlessly endearing non-binary tween

Zed Watson loves a few things: their name (which they chose themself!), their big rambunctious family, and—oh yeah—monsters. When Zed discovered the mystery surrounding an unpublished novel called The Monster’s Castle, they were completely hooked. Now Zed is a member of a small but dedicated legion devoted to finding the long-buried text.

When a breakthrough discovery leads Zed to the route that they are sure will take them to the treasure, they know it’s time for a road trip. And with the help of their shy, flora-loving neighbour, Gabe, and his sister, Sam, a geologist who is driving back to college in Arizona, Zed and company are soon off on a wild adventure following cryptic clues.

But it’s not all fun and games. Gabe doesn’t like Zed’s snacks, Sam is a bossy driver with total command of the ancient Impreza’s stereo, and Zed is often misgendered. It’s a good thing they also encounter kind strangers, potato-themed dance-offs and lots and lots of ice cream along the way. If Zed and Gabe can combine their strengths, survive Sam’s wrath and best the greedy historian who’s also hot on the book’s trail, they just might find the greatest treasure of all.

Co-authored by child-parent duo Basil Sylvester and Kevin Sylvester, this is a vibrant and enormous-hearted story about friendship, identity and belonging. It features illustrations by celebrated author and illustrator Kevin Sylvester, and an Own Voices perspective based on Basil’s experience.

#the fabulous zed watson!#basil sylvester #kevin sylvester #nonbinary #trans book of the day #trans books #queer books #bookblr #booklr

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comicinksans · 9 months

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Angel Hair and Baby's Breath

Chapter 1

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Tango lifted her hand to her forehead, covering the sun as it beat down upon her. It was a nice day -if a little hot- and she and Zed were preparing for a fun night at Skizz’s. They frequented his house, and Impulse had actually already been there. Tango hopped down from her porch onto the driveway, a small tap sounding from her weight meeting the concrete. She kicked a rock into the grass of her lawn, thinking little of it, and walked towards the car with eyes squinted. Guess Zed’s driving then, huh? Tango sighed as she watched Zed get into Tango’s bright red camaro -the driver side specifically- and push the keys into their rightful place in the ignition. Their eyes lit up with excitement and fear when he turned the key and the engine roared to life, causing him to giggle somewhat nervously. Tango slid into the passenger side, thinking about how weird it felt to be riding instead of driving her own car. “Zed, are you really okay with driving? It was only one *small* hit and-”

“Up-bah-bah-bah!” Zed cut Tango off, a finger wagging in her direction. “You are not sober and therefore will not risk that! Plus, this gives you a chance to finally have aux control. Don’t you want that?” Tango shook his head, sighing.

“That I do.” Tango laughed, plugging his phone into the aux and scrolling through her playlists as Zed turned on the A/C and adjusted their seat position. Tango mumbled out a small “Gotcha!” as she tapped a playlist, the speakers blaring before she frantically turned the volume down. “Sorry sorry sorry!!” She nervously laughed, seeing Zed’s ears covered by his hands.

“It’s okay! I just uh… Forgot how loud you liked your music.” The nervous laughter was returned, which helped Tango feel a little better about the incident.

“This song okay? Least I can do after THAT is to make sure it’s something that you’ll enjoy!”

Zed nodded, focusing his attention to reversing out of the short driveway and onto the road Tango lived on. “This one sounds familiar in a way, don’t quite know why though!”

“Oh well it-”

“DON’T TELL ME THE TITLE I WANNA BE SURPRISED OR FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF!” Zed jokingly yelled, pressing down the gas pedal with what he thought was light pressure, but ended up jolting the car forward before he figured out that it was a lot more sensitive than his own car. The engine roared again, and Zed giggled. “Is that why..?”

“I have my music so loud?” Tango turned it up in accordance to the engine’s volume, and laughed. “Yep!” Tango looked out the window, trusting Zed now that they had realized the differences in the cars. “You adjusted the mirrors right?”

“Mhm! Don’t worry Tek, I’m not that bad at driving!” Zed’s hair flipped back and forth as he checked both sides of the road as they pulled out onto the larger road that Tango’s subdivision was off of. They pulled onto the road gently -much gentler than Tango would’ve at least- and began to speed back up. The music and engine reached a comfortable mix and Tango began to relax. She usually drove, why not enjoy the ride? I wonder what Skizz has planned for tonight. Maybe games? Almost definitely games. Do we have any movies..? Eh, we’ll figure it out there. Hoopefullyy he’ll have his Mom make dinner. Oh, Mrs. Leman. Always the best. She watched the green trees pass by them, waving in the summer breeze. Tango loved this time of year. It felt so peaceful, yet there was always just something else that Tango liked about right now. Zed hummed along to the song that came on next, recognizing it. Tango’s eyes widened, looking down at her phone.

“You know this? Really?” Tango asked, laughing. Zed nodded, still focusing on the road.

“Yeah I love this artist!” Zed hummed along again, bopping their head lightly with it. “You think I don’t have taste? ”

“Well, I just didn’t expect you to listen to this kinda stuff, y’know?” Tango laughed, looking back out the window. He trusted Zed enough to just watch the side of the road pass by, especially as they headed into the larger city between where Tango and Skizz live. Zed stopped as they approached a red light, and Tango turned back to the windshield. The truck in front of them had some… interesting bumper stickers. Lots of fishing stuff. Some included “If it was a good morning I’d be fishing,” “LOVE FISHIN,” and a Bass Pro Shops sticker. “Hm. Someone likes fishing, huh?”

Zed burst out laughing, keeling over slightly. “Apparently!!” Zed wiped a tear from their eyes after a good while laughing,

“Fishin’”

“Fishin’?”

“Biiiiig fishin…”

“Big fishin!!!”

As the cars in front of them began to pull forward, Zed followed. They were the last ones in the line of cars, when as they were in the center of the intersection, many car horns blared as headlights filled the driver side window. There was a sudden jolt as their car was slammed into from the side, with Zed’s scream being the second loudest thing behind the scraping and crushing metal. Tango’s vision blacked out as the car seemed to flip over, shards of glass flying across his vision.

Tango woke up after a few moments, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Zed hung limply next to her, flipped upside down with the whole car. Tango didn’t know if they were just passed out or… Dead. She didn’t have time to figure that out. She saw flames peeking out of the hood, glaring against the shattered windows and metal of the car. She weakly reached for his seatbelt, attempting to unclip it with shaky arms, barely able to get it loose as she fell against the roof of the car. The window was broken open, and she definitely could crawl out, but she would get some scrapes and cuts at the very least. Tango decided it was the best possible option, crawling out with tears in his eyes as he felt the heat of the fire, heard the sirens approaching from a distance, and thought about the image of Zed loosely hanging behind her. Her arms gave out as soon as her legs were about halfway out of the window, blood dripping onto the grass and tears streaming down her cheeks. The red and blue lights of the ambulance and police approaching flashing against the scene, ensuring Tango knew this wasn’t just a dream. Fucking hell. This is the worst. Fucking hell. Tango passed out.

#hermitcraft au fic #hermitcraft #angst fic #team zits #team zits fic #Baby's Breath AU #hi sorry i uh dont know what im doing my boyfriend is helping me tag this :#tw blood #tw car crash #tw weed mention #tw broken bones #tw unconciousness #tw concussions #tw graphic violence #comkwrites

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 5 months

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Brainwaves Bios: Winston Zeddemore (1984)

The Muscle of The Ghostbusters Winston Zeddemore

The muscle of the Ghostbusters, Winston joined when he saw an advertisement in the newspaper looking for a forth member. The most down-to-earth member of the team, originally joined for the money, but is still a loyal and heroic member of the team.

"We had the tools, we had the talent."

Name

Full Legal Name: Winston Ramsey Zeddemore

First Name: Winston

Meaning: From an English surname that was derived from the Old English given name 'Wynnstan', itself derived from the Old English elements 'Wynn' 'Joy' and 'Stan' 'Stone'.

Pronunciation: WIN-ston

Origin: English

Middle Name: Ramsey

Meaning: From an English and Scottish surname that was derived from a place name meaning 'Garlic Island' in Old English.

Pronunciation: RAM-zee

Origin: English

Surname: Zeddemore

Meaning: Meaning Unknown.

Pronunciation: ZEDD-more

Origin: Unknown

Titles: Sergeant, Mr

Nicknames: Z, Zed, Zedd

Characteristics

Age: 39

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: African-American

Birth Date: December 17th 1945

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Spanish

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Actor: Ernie Hudson

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Fayetteville, Cumberland County, North Carolina

Current Residence: North Moore Street, New York, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'3" / 191 cm

Weight: 220 lbs / 100 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Moustache

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None Noticeable

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Ghostbusters (Employee/Member)

Friends: Peter Venkman, Egon Spengler, Raymond Stantz, Janine Melnitz, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully (Sort-Of)

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Mark Zeddemore (Deceased, Father), Lucille Zeddemore (62, Mother, Née Major)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Daphne Carlisle (36, Sister, Née Zeddemore), Joseph Zeddemore (33, Brother), Patricia Baker (30, Sister, Née Zeddemore), Leon Zeddemore (27, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Olivia Carlisle (38, Daphne's Husband), Rachel Zeddemore (35, Joseph's Wife, Née Flores), Nathan Baker (32, Patricia's Husband), Susan Zeddemore (29, Leon's Wife, Née Grant)

Nieces & Nephews: Tyler Carlisle (16, Nephew), Martha Carlisle (12, Niece), Benjamin Carlisle (8, Nephew), Velma Carlisle (4, Nephew), Carter Zeddemore (13, Nephew), Zoe Zeddemore (9, Niece), Abel Zeddemore (5, Nephew), Sally Zeddemore (1, Niece), David Baker (10, Nephew), Flora Baker (6, Niece), Graham Baker (2, Nephew), Holly Zeddemore (7, Niece), Jacob Zeddemore (3, Nephew)

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: United States Marines Training

Occupation: Ghostbuster

Employer: Ghostbusters

Expertise:

Investigations and Security Procedures Knowledge

Strategy and Tactical Analysis Knowledge

Excellent Driver

Excellent Marksman

Martial Arts Knowledge

Mechanical Knowledge

Excellent Physical Conditioning

Basic Knowledge in Piloting

Religious Studies Expert

Hopeful

Believes in a Better Reality

Informed on Current Events

Faults:

Hates Jell-O

Hates Rats

Hates Cockroaches

Motion Sickness

Seasickness

Backstory: Unlike the other three Ghostbusters, Winston Zeddemore was not originally a university professor. Winston applied for a job opening late in 1984 after business started to pick up. Janine Melnitz interviewed Winston from her desk. She asked him if he believed in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trans-mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis. Winston replied if there was a steady paycheque in it, he would believe anything she said. The interview was interrupted when the phone rang and by the return of the weary Peter Venkman and Raymond Stantz. Winston turned his head and observed them while Janine spoke to the caller. Raymond was not pleased to see two free repeaters on the evening worksheet. He walked to the basement Janine brought Winston to their attention. She introduced him. Winston stood. Raymond stopped and turned around. Raymond took one look at him and hired him on the spot.

#Brainwaves #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters #winston zeddemore #Winston Zeddemore

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chrysochroma · 2 months

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Make a mercy out of me

@febuwhump 2024: Day 25: ALT 5: cpr

@badthingshappenbingo: cpr (card at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 200

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Warnings: Drowning, Burns, Crying

This is based on @amethystfairy1's Traveling Thieves AU, particularly the works centered around Tango and Zed. I highly recommend it!!

read on Ao3

Tango was sitting on the driver’s bench next to Zedaph, gripping the wood so hard his knuckles matched the foaming water below him. Below the wood planks barely wide enough to fit their wagon, rushing white peaks of frothing water screamed through the canyon.

Then a crack cut through the noise. Then he was falling. Cool air rushed around him as his hands scrambled for purchase on anything, his mind frozen. Then he plunged into the water.

His skin, his lungs, his entire body screamed as the water invaded his system, drowning it in slippery, burning ice. It was too slick to latch onto, but overwhelmed him nonetheless, replacing every spark of oxygen inside him, until he felt a hand grab his wrist.

Zedaph dragged Tango out of the water and laid him down on the shore, his heart aching at the deep purple burns covering Tango’s skin. He interlocked his hands and positioned them over Tango’s heart, then pushed, with a rhythm much steadier than his own heartbeat, apologizing all the time. With each compression, both of them grew more hurt, until finally, Tango started to cough. Zedaph almost collapsed into Tango, tears flowing freely. “I’m so sorry, Tango.”

#writing #creative writing #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 25 #febuwhump alt 5 #bad things happen bingo #prompt: cpr #hermitcraft #fandom: hermitcraft #tango tek #zedaph

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booksandchainmail · 1 year

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Pale Arc 5

Current Carmine Beast theories:

I think Miss and Toadswallow and John are clear

They needed a driver, which means Matthew or Charles or a secret third option

Edith continues to be suspicious

Guilherme is getting less suspicious I think? Might just be because I liked him this arc. Alpeana is less suspicious more similar reasons (I like her)

Maricica is suspicious because of course she is

Wondering, if it is Edith and/or Matthew, if they're trying to use this to deal with the Doom?

Misc thoughts:

Clem is up there with Nicolette and Zed as "interlude characters I want to stick around as allies"

This arc really nailed the horror. I had very little to say about Verona's confrontation with the ghost or Avery's with the pig guy because they freaked me out enough

In general, Kennet descending into chaos was horrific, and really showed how important the work that everyone normally puts in is. It was being amplified by the earring and blood, but I wonder if the perimeter going down would always be worse than normal because Kennet has been protected for a while, and there's room for new monsters

Loved all the Fae stuff. Guilherme talking with both Daniel and Clem was great.

Really glad that Verona finally talked about her Other plans, especially with Lucy. I think that was about the best outcome possible? A renewed commitment to finding some way to make Verona's life better, and only to go Other as a last resort

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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umbane · 1 year

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character sheet

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. shieda kayn. NICKNAME. the shadow reaper GENDER. fluid, leans masc HEIGHT. 6' AGE. approx. early 20s ZODIAC. capricorn SPOKEN LANGUAGES. ionian, va-nox, functional piltoverian

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. thick and black with a bit of a wave that's accentuated by his braid EYE COLOR. black, one turns red eventually, later on they glow blue BODY TYPE. muscular, cut from years of training, slim waist VOICE. like a serrated blade, low and rough DOMINANT HAND. right POSTURE. either upright or like a wild animal SCARS. not many — most from the battle of epool TATTOOS. right shoulder, chest, back, forearm, and calf. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). oh it's definitely his winning smile

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. noxus prime HOMETOWN. nothern navori, ionia SIBLINGS. older brother, location unknown (dead in modern) PARENTS. orphaned (dead in modern)

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. second in command of the order of shadows CURRENT RESIDENCE. nothern navori, ionia CLOSE FRIENDS. none RELATIONSHIP STATUS. generally disinterested, can be convinced. (dating ezreal in some verses) FINANCIAL STATUS. whatever allowance zed gives him DRIVER’S LICENSE. in modern, yes. surprsingly legally acquired CRIMINAL RECORD. lengthy VICES. violence, when zed allows it. training when he doesn't

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual, leans masc PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. low TURN ONS. humiliation, bondage, pain, voyeurism are the main ones TURN OFFS. being watched LOVE LANGUAGE. acts of service RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. emotionally unavailable until he starts to care, and then protective to an extreme degree.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. voices in my head — falling in reverse HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. cooking, chores, meditation, zed's laundry. he'll assist in the order's infirmary. in modern, he likes to watch how-to youtube videos and read true crime. in some verses he likes to draw LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right PHOBIAS. water, zed's death SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. extreme, but hollow VULNERABILITIES. he has difficulty planning or plotting for the future. he'll do anything for zed or to ensure his safety. he can be obsessive to the point of madness.

#underestimate me at your peril / about.

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hxllblazer-a · 2 years

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So I’ve been meaning to do this for a bit cuz I can imagine its not known canon stuff anyways here’s a rough rundown of all the canon kids that John’s had at some point or another because why not?

Under the cut for a hefty trigger warning for rape, cohesion, abuse, and uhh yeah..

Tefe H.olland: the level of consent on this one is questionable but anyways she’s the half-human half-plant elemental daughter when John was used as the body swapped surrogate for Abby and Swamp T.hing. All John got out of the arrangement was a tree tattoo on his ass and a bruised ego because he wished they just asked because he would’ve helped.

Still alive.

Saul, Adam, and Maria C.onstantine: the three half-demon spawns between John and R.osacarnis. She took advantage of the fact that at the time he had been rendered amnesiac and manipulated a series of events into getting him to take her deal for his memories and his life in return for just one day, which in reality turned out to be much longer than he knew. Trapped in three different pocket dimensions, under the guise that he was living a normal life with Zed, Kit, and Angie respectively the demon had raped John and tricked him into raising each child in their respective dimension until they were of age to come out into the real world and start brutally killing everyone John’s ever cared about. But in these dimensions it wasn’t much different, where R.osecarnis and whichever child was present would torment and torture John and feeding into his fears that he was indeed no better than his abusive father. When the child was of age, they’d then pair together and murder John in that dimension to force him into the next one (Adam and Rosa had torn John apart to force him into Saul’s dimension, Saul had drowned John, and uhh... yeah.)

The First had killed Saul and Adam along with their mother and Nergal since the whole thing had become incredibly dull. Maria’s status is currently unknown.

Noah I.kumelo: John’s son from a spell and a one night stand that he didn’t even know worked out the way it was supposed since the mother didn’t want anything to do with John to until an incident where demons could smell John’s blood in Noah and John realized with utter horror that he just made his own son commit murder. Yeah. Anyways, he’s a former member of the Ri-Boys gang turned John’s driver and he’s also mute and has been mute since an accident that landed his mother in the hospital under a coma.

Fate is a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ since they kinda canned the run he comes from sooo....

#in case it wasn't obvious there's a reason he'd rather not have kids #ooc post is ooc

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cobble-stone · 2 years

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Left your hometown for somewhere new (Don't be surprised now it's leaving you)- Chapter 2

Empty high street in pouring rain

It was strange for Tango, being back in his hometown. Not necessarily bad, not really good either, just strange. About as strange as the shoulder of the guy he fell asleep on.

A multi-chapter Team Rancher fic based around intertwined paths with bad timing, and losing what was once home.

[1] | ao3 link | beta-read by @bug-crimes

The sun shone differently here.

That’s what Tango noticed first about being back in Dexuity. He walked out of the airport into a world so bright it was blinding for a second.

Tango was used to the sun’s warmth encompassing him, surrounding him on all sides like he was submerged in it. It felt more like a beam hitting him directly in the back now, strong enough that had he not been a blazeborn he’d worry about getting burned.

It wasn’t bad, just. Different. Yeah, it was just different.

He decided to blame it on the sleep deprivation. He didn’t get a second of sleep on that plane, spending most of the flight in a state of vaguely uncomfortable fear, with his hair tucked into a heat-resistant hood so sudden turbulence didn’t set off any fear-induced flames.

He hopped on the bus, hoping he paid the bus driver two ones instead of two twenties or something. With two suitcases packed with everything to his name, Tango collapsed down in the first open seat he spotted, and hoped he could figure out what the hell to do next.

Back home to Dexuity. Never thought he’d be here again.

He knew people here- well, he knew people here back when he was in high school, at least. Impulse moved away at some point. Zedaph? No, Zed had left to go to pursue some other science PhD, couldn’t be Zedaph. And after everything that happened he was definitely not talking to Skizz— it wouldn’t even matter if he was anyways, cause Skizz was back at college.

And just like that, the three people he knew in this town were off the list. Why did he even decide to come back to Dexuity anyways?

Maybe I could- no, well- hotel? Apartment? Room. His thoughts only became more and more jumbled as he felt the exhaustion crash over him. Just…stay…awake…five minutes-

And nothing.

At least for a second. A small bump jostled him awake, making him realize how awkwardly his glasses sat on his face; one side was pushed up while the other sank down. He blinked his eyes open and closed a couple of times, trying to process what was happening.

Bus. Hometown. Arm- arm???

He jolted up in a slight embarrassment fueled panic. “Aah- hi! Hi, sorry, I well- didn’t mean to fall asleep on ya there- I’m so sorry-“ Tango stammered out, looking up at the tall blonde avian next to him.

The other man shook his head “No, no- you’re all good, I understand. Long flight?” he asked, looking towards Tango.

“How-“ Tango started to ask, adjusting his red-tinted glasses before looking back at his bags. “Oh. Guess that kinda gives it away.”

“Yeah,” the other man stated. Tango took a second to look him over, to get a general vibe for him, though not much stood out. Blue jeans and a patterned flannel over a plain white shirt, a beard and bright yellow wings, feathers tracing along his cheek and ears. “You new here, man?”

Tango didn’t fully hear or understand the other man for a moment “Huh?”

“Town. You new to Dexuity?”

“Oh- oh-“ Tango stammered, getting a little caught off-guard. “No but also yes, I grew up here but left for college a while ago. Weird to be back.”

The other man nodded. “Yeah, right, I get you. My name’s Jimmy, by the way, or you can call me Jim, Tim, Timmy, I dunno, I respond to anythin’ at this point.”

Tango looked down at the hand that Jimmy-Jim-Tim-Timmy offered, and shook it with one of his gloved hands. “Tango for me- just Tango, I don’t have a million other nicknames.”

Jimmy gave a small chuckle. “Yeah, that’s fair. Where you headin, Tango?”

Tango shrugged, glancing past the other man’s brown eyes, to give a slight look out the window. “Wish I knew.” Nothing outside looked too familiar to him. He vaguely remembers Skizz living in this area back in middle school—a couple streets down maybe, before Skizz’s family moved closer towards where he used to live.

“Yeah, I getcha. I’ll be honest, no real idea what I’m doing either.” His statement seemed so blank and yet it just left Tango more curious, wondering what kinda situation this stranger got into.

“‘Least I’m not the only clueless one here,” Tango joked. While he wanted to know what the other guy was on about, he wasn’t gonna pry too much, wasn’t his business.

There was a slight lull in the conversation, leaving Tango to wonder if he shouldn’t have said that. He was fairly good at speaking without fully registering as to how it’d come across, which got him into a number of sticky situations.

Thankfully Jimmy spoke up again. “So you went to highschool here, yeah? The Ranchers or-“

Tango chuckled, “Oh, Ranchers 100%. Never could trust one of those filthy Pillager folks,” he joked with a faked scoff, though in reality he couldn’t care less about highschool rivalries. He didn’t even care about them when he was in school. Tango barely was involved in any sort of school-spirit type things. He couldn’t even count the number of football games he attended on one hand as that’d require having zero fingers.

Jimmy nodded, “Oh, same here. I wonder if we ever crossed paths.”

“What class were you?”

“2020.”

“Ah, 2018 here. That means uhh- I graduated when you were a sophomore? Is that math right?” Tango asked, scrunching up his eyes as he tried to do the calculations. He looked towards Jimmy expectantly, hoping Jimmy’s mental math skills were better than his.

Jimmy stared back at him blank-faced, and tilted his head a little in emphasis. “You think I know?”

So Jimmy’s math skills were not better than his. “Fair enough. We could’ve crossed paths, then, I think?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Maybe. Probably not, you seem like you were one of the cool kids. I was kind of awkward my first year or so. Y’know the EVO club?”

Tango wanted to laugh at the concept of him ever being cool in high school, but instead the statement about EVO caught his mind more. “Oh, so you were a nerd nerd.”

Jimmy threw his hands up in defense. “Hey, it was fun! It’s like Dungeons and Dragons but…less dungeons and less dragons, I guess,” he protested.

“So— just And?”

Jimmy blinked in confusion, and one of his feathered yellow ears gave a small twitch. “What?”

“Dungeons and dragons, but no dungeons or dragons so it’d just be And- it was a stupid joke anyways,” Tango went on, trying to dismiss the bad joke before the embarrassment caught up with him.

Jimmy’s face lit up- “Ohhh, I get it! I get it-“ he said, almost like he was congratulating himself for finally connecting the dots. “There’s just And— I get it!”

Tango felt a small sense of pride in someone finding amusement in a joke which would normally have earned him a groan from the other members of the BEST team. But just as the pride started to glow in his chest, discomfort set into the pit of his stomach at the thought of his former “friends.” He tried to push it out of his mind. “Where’s your stop?” he asked, trying to initiate some more conversation.

“Huh?”

…And Tango just remembered why asking where a stranger’s stop was could be creepy, “Oh, sorry, I- I didn’t mean for that to come across as stalker-ish, I’m not a stalker I promise,” Tango said, and he could feel his sentences getting worse and worse with every word—this is why he needed more sleep. Or maybe to shut up permanently. Whichever was easier.

“I honestly don’t even know where my stop is, I’m staying at a friend’s place but I’ll be entirely honest: don’t know where he lives,” Jimmy explained.

“Oh.” Tango responded, thinking for a second, “You could text him?” he suggested.

Jimmy hesitated, stammering through his sentences, “I mean- a- I could- but well- let’s just say- Phone dead. Yep, phone’s dead.”

Tango arched an eyebrow, realizing he may have met an even worse liar than he was. “Ohh-kay.”

Jimmy must have sensed his thinly-veiled doubt, “I’m serious! The battery life on these things suck.” He leaned back in his seat, and scrunched up his face for a second as he thought, “Or I just forgot to plug it in last night.”

“That’d do it. I’d offer my portable charger thingamajig- but I’m pretty sure I sucked all the life out of it on the flight.”

He smiled, “I appreciate the thought, Tango.”

“Anytime.” There was another small bout of silence as Tango tried to work up the confidence to suggest what he was thinking. He didn’t want Jimmy to think he was a creep or hitting on him or something, but he was starving after that hellish flight. “I mean, neither of us really know where we’re going anyways, do you uhh— wanna get some lunchy-lunch together?” he asked, “I don’t really remember any of the good places ‘round here.”

Tango was kind of lying; he was fairly certain that the Renchanting Diner was still open. He mainly just wanted an excuse for some company. Jimmy was nice, probably wasn’t gonna murder him which was always a plus, and he needed a friend around here. Win-win-win, and he’d get food too so add another win. Quadruple win. Always a fan of quadruple wins.

Jimmy’s face lit up, letting Tango know he was immediately on board. “Oh! Sure, that’d be lovely. Any preference on what?”

Tango grinned, “Nope! Just whatever’s good. I’m dying for a meal. They didn’t serve anything good on that flight.”

Jimmy thought for a second, looking into the distance as he did, one of his hands fidgeting slightly until the lightbulb went off, “I think I know a place near here, they’ve got real good burgers. Plus milkshakes, milkshakes are always a plus.”

“I like it! Can never go wrong with some good ol’ milkshake action.”

Jimmy gave a small chuckle towards Tango’s enthusiasm, which made Tango smile wider in response. The exhaustion that had pulled at him for hours on the flight, for weeks even before, felt like it was finally melting away.

The bus pulled to a stop, letting crowds of people hop on and off. “Next stop, Third Street,” read out the automated voice that Tango hadn’t heard in a few years.

“Oh! Perfect, the place I have in mind is close!” Jimmy explained excitedly.

“Can’t wait! I’m starving.”

Tango grinned, looking up at the LED sign reading out in cursive Renchanting Diner. “Oh, I loved this place back in high school.”

“Me too! My ex Scott and I used to come by here all the time, it’s a good place for when you want something that isn’t just fast food but also don’t feel like cooking,” Jimmy explained.

Tango looked at him a little confused, raising an eyebrow. Taking him to a place he and his ex used to go was- certainly some sort of message? He didn’t know what kind of message, but it was certainly one of them. He didn’t know how he felt about it in all honesty.

Jimmy must have seen the bewilderment on Tango’s face, “Oh, don’t worry, we broke up on good terms. Still friends. We were roommates for a while after actually, except well, he moved away a couple weeks ago.”

“Ah okay, I was- I honestly didn’t even know how to respond to that.”

The two started to move inside and look for an empty booth to slide into. The deep red vinyl seats and the slightly obnoxious medieval theme to the place hadn’t changed a bit. Except for another suit of armor in the corner, that one was new.

“Me and a couple friends used to come by here during high school a lot. Kinda became a tradition for us. Started whenever we got a win in the robotics competition, then just ended up as us going here whenever something good happened.” Tango slid into a booth by a window, where he could glance out at the street.

Jimmy chuckled, “Robotics? And you called me the nerd.”

“You’re a nerd-nerd, I was just a nerd. There’s a difference.” Tango corrected. “I was a normal nerd. You were the kinda nerd that would get shoved into lockers.”

“I didn’t even know there was a robotics club at Dexuity High.”

“Not anymore, it got shut down in our sophomore year due to lack of funding,” Tango explained.

“Let me guess, the football team conveniently got new uniforms the same year?” Jimmy asked.

Tango laughed, “How did you know?” he responded, his voice laced with sarcasm.

A waiter came by, one with a very familiar blonde face and a green headband, “Hello, welcome to Renchanting, my name’s Martyn-” His voice cut off as he glanced up at Jimmy, “Oh, hi Timmy— and Tango?”

Tango gave a singular wave. “Hey Martyn! Been a while, hasn’t it? You still working here?” he asked, recalling the many times Martyn had served him and his friends during his senior year.

Martyn nodded. “Yep. Downsides of working at a family-owned place is that they’ve gotten attached to me, so they don’t just fire me for some reason. How have things been for you? I never expected to see you back here.”

Tango shrugged. “They’ve been going,” he said, hoping that the answer was vague enough that Martyn wouldn’t pry too hard.

He must have gotten the hint, as Martyn changed the topic, “Alright, I’ve seen both of you around here enough that I’m gonna assume you two don’t need menus? We haven’t added anything new in the past four years,” Martyn explained.

“Nope, I know my order by heart,” Jimmy started, “The Level 1 burger, no tomatoes, a side of fries, and one of the mending milkshakes—half mint, half chocolate.”

Tango felt his face scrunch up, “You’re willingly ordering mint? Who is this guy?” he asked judgmentally, looking at Jimmy and then back at Martyn.

Jimmy shrugged, “It’s good, I like the mint milkshakes here. Half-mint half-chocolate is the way to go.”

Tango shivered, making a small noise of disgust, “It tastes like toothpaste! Why would you drink toothpaste drink?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those guys.” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“I am one of those guys! One of those guys with enough brain cells to dislike drinking toothpaste drink!” Tango responded.

“Y’know, all this tells me is you don’t brush your teeth nearly enough, if you think mint ice cream tastes like toothpaste.” Jimmy responded with a shrug, leaning back in his booth further. “It does not taste like toothpaste at all, the two are distinctly very different.”

“Minty is minty! And minty is bad!”

“Y’know, kinda with Jimmy on this one, it’s not bad,” Martyn intervened, but got talked over by Jimmy’s rebuttal.

“It’s good! Give it a chance, Tango.”

Tango shook his head, “I don’t think so. I’ll have the Fire Aspect burger with extra fries, and a milkshake as well. Not mint because I’m not a monster—how about Oreo? And a Dr. Pepper.”

Martyn scribbled things down on a notepad, “Alright! I’ll get those to you two shortly!”

Jimmy nodded politely then looked back at Tango, “You know what, you’re gonna try that milkshake and you’ll admit it’s not half-bad.”

Tango made a face. “And what’s in it for me?”

Jimmy frowned, trying to think of a benefit for Tango. He sat for a couple moments, thinking over options “If you try it and like it I’ll pay?”

“Deal,” Tango didn’t even hesitate. As much as mint-flavored things were an atrocity, free food was free food.

The two sat at the table, chatting about random topics. Tango learned that Jimmy just got his associates degree at the community college, and once held a job at an aquarium. He also learned that Jimmy could name over thirty types of cod, that he once tried his hand at oceamancy in high school, and despite being a canary avian, never could quite get flying down. “Something about the size of my wings in proportion to my body mass,” he had said.

Tango told Jimmy some things about himself as well, how he spent the past four years studying redstone at one of the biggest tech schools in the country, (and that consuming redstone is a surprisingly common party drug, though it’s considered mostly safe,) that he was afraid of planes which made the flight back home a living hell. And at some unfortunate point, Tango had told Jimmy that his terrible mint-chocolate milkshake wasn’t half-bad.

“Awh, I knew you’d like it,” Jimmy boasted, grinning widely.

“I don’t like it, it’s just not the worst thing I’ve ever had. The chocolate takes away from the minty hell.” Tango protested, but there was no use denying when he stuck his straw back in for another sip. He eyed the check laying on the table, “You did promise to pay though.”

Jimmy nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he said, fumbling around for his wallet and pulling out twenty bucks in cash. A small keychain with a feather was attached to the wallet, as well as another chain that likely had some other charm on it. Martyn came by to collect the payment, and the two set off.

It was sprinkling lightly, so Tango pulled his hoodie up instinctually. “Great. Rain.”

“It’s not tha— oh. Yeah, I guess it is that bad for you.” Jimmy responded.

Tango sighed. Rain was a special kind of hell for him, leaving him to feel like he was slowly disintegrating. Even wearing long sleeves and a hood he could still feel the rain drench through his clothes.

Until he didn’t. He looked up and Jimmy was holding a wing out, sheltering him slightly. Jimmy didn’t mention it, so neither did Tango, instead simply smiling softly at the small act of kindness.

“But yeah, this was fun,” Jimmy stated, as the two walked towards the bus stop. Another bus was slowly pulling in, as the crowd who sat in wait piled on. “Not at all where I expected today to go, but it was fun.”

Tango grinned. “Super fun! You make good company,” he responded, careful not to leave the shelter of Jimmy’s wing until he got under the bus stop. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah, hope so—” He glanced back at him, then turned around to board the bus, “Seeya ‘round, Tango.”

“I’ll be here. Somewhere.”

The bus pulled away, leaving Tango stranded in his unfamiliar hometown, with rain starting to drizzle all around him. Any other situation it’d leave him feeling miserable, but something about that guy left Tango in a better mood than he had been in for a while. Jimmy was a good guy, Tango decided. Maybe the two could be friends.

He pulled out his phone, starting to look up where the nearest and cheapest hotel was. His eyes darted over the messages app, before he realized.

Dammit.

He never got Jimmy’s number.

#double life smp #tangotek #solidaritygaming #team rancher #the fall of home AU #solidaritek #trafficshipping

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