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Part 31- Beauty and the Freak

Mature 18+ Minors DNI

The Campout 🌶️

Ronnie

" Your going camping near Lovers lake right? Not going to lie honey, it makes me a little nervous " My mom clasps her hands together.

" Mom, we are bringing an air horn and building a fire to keep the wildlife away-"

" It's not the wildlife I am worried about-"

" Mom you love Eddie, and it's not like we are going alone, it is the whole crew- Steve has been planning this out for months, it is our last hurrah with the gang before they go away to camps and start working.The Wheeler's are fine with Nancy and Mike going, Robin will be there, Max, Dustin, Lucas. "

" I know. Just be careful ok?"

I kiss her cheek," You know I will. The guys won't let anything happen to us." I hear Metallica playing in the driveway. " Sounds like Eddie is here to pick me up!" I grab my duffel bag and run outside, my mom following me.

Eddie opens up the door to his van and gets out, huge smile on his face" Hello Mrs Carver, Princess-" he picks me up and spins me around " Ready for our weekend in the Great Outdoors? Don't worry Lucy, I promise she will be safe with me. Steve was a Camp Counselor and Dustin and Mike were Boy Scouts and probably the smartest kids I know. We have all the base's covered."

My mom eyed Eddie for a minute then smirked. " Promise me you will behave yourself Mr. Munson."

"Absolutely," he flashed her a charming smile" I will be a perfect gentleman."

" You better be." She gave me a tight hug then hugged Eddie. " Have fun, not too much though"

"See you Sunday Mom." I wave and Eddie takes my duffel and sleeping bag and puts it in the van then opens up my door for me and then closes the door once I am inside.

" Have a great weekend Mom, don't worry she's in good hands" Eddie replied smiling.

I almost thought I heard her mumble "That's what I am worried about" before we pulled out of the driveway but I am not quite sure.

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" Ok everyone I need you to pay attention while I run down our checklist," Steve stood in his driveway surrounded by duffel bags, sleeping bags and other camping equipment " Everyone have their clothes, sleeping bags-"

"Yes-"

" Good, we have a cooler with some food, 4 tents, lanterns, radio, first aid kit and fishing gear" he checked everything off his list as he read it off "Alright kids let's get the van loaded and we will be on our way!"

" Sounds great Dad-" Mike snarked." Hey,I have put a lot of thought and planning into this trip so that we can spend some quality time with you little dweebs."

" You did a great job Steve." Nancy squeezed his shoulder.

He smiled at her, and you could see in his eyes that her words meant a lot to him.

It only took a few minutes to get everything loaded up and we were on our way to the lake.

Once we found the perfect spot in the woods close to the lake we pitched our tents and unloaded our gear, and got camp set up we decided to cool off and go swimming. It made my heart full to see everyone splashing around and having a good time, I felt thankful that I was able to make such wonderful friends .

" Hey Sweetheart,you ok?" I felt Eddies arms around my waist as he pulled me out deeper into the water .

I smiled" I'm fine, I guess the reality of everything just hit me, we just graduated, college is right around the corner , I am just so grateful that I have these guys-" I waved my hand around at the group" and you."

His arms tightened around me "I am pretty lucky to have you too." He snuggled into my neck and placed a light kiss.

"I thought you were going to be a perfect gentleman." I smirked

"I never promised perfect, but I did promise you would be in good hands." I could feel his hands move up my waist to cup my breast under the water.

"Is that why you dragged me out here, so you could cop a feel?"

"It's all I have been thinking about since I saw how magnificent your tits looked in that bathing suit."

I could feel myself blushing. "You are something else Munson."

"And you know it. " he gave me one last squeeze then let go." Harrington wants to play chicken , I am going to put you up on my shoulders and I need you to knock Nancy off. You can totally take her."

" If I get up on your shoulders and you pick me up I will drown you."

" Trust me love , if I were to die with my head between your thighs I would die a happy man."

" Oh my god Eddie!" I playfully dunked him under water. " Wash those dirty thoughts out of you head!"

He laughed " You love it."

" Hey Munson, Montgomery are you ready to go down?" Steve hollered across the water.

We looked at each other and laughed. " I am ready to go down." Eddie smiled

I shook my head and smiled" Let's go Munson , we have a battle to win"

************************************Later that night we sat around a fire that Mike and Dustin had carefully constructed and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows while Eddie told a scary story. I loved watching him, dramatically telling the story everyone's eyes on him , it was no wonder he was such a good Dungeon Master.

" By the time she realized the escaped convict was hiding in her back seat it was too late!" He jumped at Robin and she screamed causing everyone else to scream as well.

" Asshole!" She gasped and Eddie laughed then bowed dramatically and come over to sit with me . He laid on the blanket that I was sitting on and put his head in my lap and smiled up at me

" Have I told you how beautiful you look in the firelight?"

I bent down and kissed him lightly on his lips.

" Gross, you guys are so cute it is gross." Max pretend gags then throws a marshmallow at us, which triggers a marshmallow fight among the group,

I catch a marshmallow mid air and pop it in Eddie's mouth.

"Thanks Sweetheart." he says through the mouthful, then closes his eyes as I run my fingers through his hair. " I could totally fall asleep right now."

" I know, the fresh air, the fire, so relaxing."

" This was a good idea Harrington, I am going to miss these buttheads, I won't be seeing them every day, driving them around all the time, settling their arguments-"

" I can't even think about you being gone right now. I'm so not ready." Dustin shook his head and bit into a s'more ." Being DM is a big deal-"

" And you're the most organized kid I have ever seen. Your campaigns will be flawless. I have faith in you."

"Do you think we are ready?" Mike asked

"Totally, if you need my help I will just be a phone call away. Besides we will be back for holidays, I am expecting a fucking sadistic campaign when we come home for Thanksgiving."

" We won't let you down."

" I know." Eddie smirked " Now which one of you squirts is going to tell the next scary story, I am falling asleep over here, I want something that will really knock my socks off."

Mike and Dustin take turns telling stories until everyone is practically falling asleep and the fire had almost burnt out.

" All right people, just about time to turn in, everyone to their tents, you all have flash lights right? No wandering around in the middle of the night. Do we have any sleepwalkers?" Steve watched as everyone shook their heads no. " Alright good. In the event of a wild animal encounter every tent is equipped with an air horn , don't be afraid to use it in the event of an emergency.-"

" Yada yada- while I appreciate you emergency preparedness Steve can you just wrap it up so we can just go to bed already?" Robin yawned

" Ok fine then Good night, sleep tight and don't blame me if you get eaten by a bear because you didn't know what to do because Robin was too tired to listen." Steve helped Nancy up then took her hand and started walking to a tent.

" No way Steve- you can't sleep with my sister when I am right here, that is gross." Mike shook his head." I think you should be sharing a tent with Eddie. It is only fair. If I had a girlfriend here you wouldn't let me share a tent with her."

Steve looked at him in disbelief" That is because you are only a freshman, your not responsible like us."

" Technically Steve we are now Sophomores so..." Mike gave him a smart ass look.

" It's fine Steve, if it makes him uncomfortable then Veronica and I will just bunk together." Nancy squeezed his hand then whispered something into his ear when she kissed his cheek. " Goodnight Steve, goodnight everyone."

Eddie hopped up then helped me to my feet and pulled me into a hug" I will be over as soon as the others are asleep."

" Just don't get caught." I smirked. " You wouldn't want to blow your cover and have them all sounding off their air horns thinking they are going to be attacked by a wild animal."

Eddie laughed." I'm a wild animal all right. Don't you worry about me Darling." he kissed me and whispered "See ya soon."

" I don't understand why Mike has to be such a dork, he knows that Steve and I have "been in a relationship", multiple times actually.".Nancy rolled her eyes." We are adults for Christ sakes."

" He is just doing his job, ya know, being the annoying little brother. At least he gets along with Steve. I think he is still traumatized from when Steve told him he was getting a BJ in the pool house after the prom." I laughed.

Nancy smirked. " If Mike only knew how many times Steve has climbed in my window and we have had sex while he was asleep in the room next door he would have a total meltdown." She looked at her watch, " It has been like an hour, should I just sneak over?"

Just then there was a faint rustling outside the tent then the zipper slowly started moving and Eddie poked his head in.

"Hello ladies, Wheeler, your presence has been requested in the tent across the way. Safe travels." He quietly slid in as Nancy snuck out and zipped the tent back up " Hey there Doll face." A sexy smile spread across his face as he crawled across my sleeping bag . " Got room for one more?"

" For you ,always." I opened up my sleeping bag and zipped him inside.

" This is cozy." He hovered over me, holding himself up on his forearms , his hair falling over his shoulders ,a smirk still on his face.

" I have heard that in survival situations it is important to create body heat to prevent hypothermia. I think that that can be accomplished by skin to skin contact"." I reach down and lift at the corners of his shirt and pull it up over his head. " Feeling warmer already."

I feel his hands graze my stomach then tug at my shirt and pull it over my head. " Much better. But still not skin to skin." Instead of trying to mess with the clasp he pulled my bra up over my head as well."Now let's see if I can make you hot?" He lowered himself down on me ,my breast pressed against his warm skin, such a wonderful sensation.Eddie started trailing kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at my breast, stomach. I could feel my body tremble under the warmth of his mouth, and I bit my lip to keep a moan from escaping..He paused and worked his way back up my body nibbling on my ear before whispering, " Any other time I would love to hear you screaming my name baby but tonight is all about being discreet. Can you do that for me Princess?"

I nod" I wouldn't do anything to blow your cover.I promise. Cross my heart."

He kissed the soft skin over my heart. "Alright love. " he slid off my panties, his boxers and I could feel his length against my leg." Can you feel how bad I want you? " He whispered, and I nodded.

I wiggled and moved underneath him so that his cock was lined up with my already slick entrance."Do I feel ready to you?"

" So fucking wet for me already."he reached down between my legs , ran his tip up and down my slit teasing my clit. I drew in a shaky breath as he slowly entered me. I pinched my lips together and tried to remain silent as he filled me. He felt so good, always felt so amazingly good. He slowly rolled his hips, , carefully trying not to rustle the sleeping bag.I wrapped myself around him, coaxing him to go deeper raising my hips to meet his. He leaned down close to my ear." I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that Sweetheart."

I raised my hips again, and again matching each one of his movements, bring him in deeper and deeper each time." Feel s'good, your s' deep baby." I mumbled quietly as he hammered into me.

" Are you close, darling, because I'm so fucking close."

I nodded as he slammed into he again. That was all it took. I pulled his lips down to mine and moaned into his mouth as my body quivered beneath him, my release washing over me, taking control of my body. I felt his hips stutter as he reached his climax as well, burying his face into my neck. He stayed there a moment as he caught his breath, then slowly tried to roll away but couldn't because he was caught in the confines of our tight sleeping bag. We both rolled . I giggled.

" So fucking hot." He breathed.

" I know baby, it always is-"

" Always, but I mean I'm so fucking hot. It's got to be 90 degrees in this sleeping bag, all that body heat has me overheated ."He tried to unzip the sleeping bag but the zipper was stuck. "It's fucking stuck. We can't get out."

" Eddie, let me see it- " I felt around and found the zipper," I think that there is just a little piece of fabric stuck-"

"Princess I'm fucking dying in here. It's a tight fit."

I laughed." That's what your always telling me, oh Sweetheart it's so tight." I heard him chuckle. I played with the zipper," It's uh really stuck in there.I bet we can wiggle out. You try first."

Eddie slithered his lean body like a snake, and I couldn't help but laugh at the situation." Don't pop a boner now or we'll never get out."

Eddie stopped and laughed." Don't make me laugh baby, this is a life or death here."

" Worse case scenario we have sex again to take our minds off the situation."

" I'm fucking sweating in here, you would think I would slip right out." Finally after a struggle, Eddie slid out, panting then lay spread eagle on the cool canvas floor of the tent."Holy shit.I think we need to go for a late night dip in the lake after that." He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"I'm not skinny dipping, you can run your sweet little ass down there naked but I'm not risking it. I would trip and fall and wake everyone up and then they would see my naked ass and that is not a risk I am willing to take."

" But you have such a fine ass."

" Do you want Harrington seeing it? Because chances are he is on high alert and he would be busting out of his tent with his bear mace thinking we were going to be attacked, and there I would be and he would see something bare alright."

Eddie laughed." Your so dramatic Sweetheart."

"You think I am dramatic? You literally acted like being stuck in a sleeping bag with me was a life or death situation."

" Touché." He reached over and wiped a sweaty piece of hair off my neck. " Its because your hot stuff baby." He smirked."Let's go for a swim."

I sighed and fanned my face." Alright, let me slip on my shorts and tank top." I sat up and slid the items of clothing on." Are you running bare ass down to the lake?"

" Yup," he smiled. "It will be exhilarating."

" I prefer to get my thrills from orgasms but whatever floats your boat."

He chuckled." Don't worry there will be more of that later."

" We are not going to get any sleep tonight are we?"I smirked." You do realize that the shrimp squad will be up and at em early."

" Yeah. "

" That means that you have to be up before them to sneak away."

" I'm willing to make sacrifices, and if it means not getting sleep one night so that you can be satisfied in every way possible,that is a price I will happily pay."

" I mean who needs sleep anyway?"

" I mean we can cuddle and nap on the beach tomorrow."

" That sounds perfect."

" Then that is the plan." He kissed me. "Now come on, let's go for a dip."

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of birds and Eddies arms around me. I picked my head up off his chest and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful and innocent . I couldn't help but smile. He certainly was not innocent. I watched his chest slowly rise and fall, his nostrils flare as he breathed, he was so adorable. I was so lucky to have him. I laid my head back down on his chest and felt him pull me tighter.

" Mornin Cupcake ." He whispered and kissed the top of my head. " Your up early."

" Your snoring woke me up."

" What? I was snoring? Shit baby sorry , I don't usually snore"

" You weren't snoring, it was the birds." I looked down at him. " We should go down to the lake and finish watching the sunrise. "

He smiled ," Sounds great."

I rolled off him and we quickly and quietly got dressed. As we snuck away from the campsite we saw Nancy sneaking back to our tent, her usually perfect hair in disarray. We smiled and waved and watched her shyly wave back.

Once we got to the lake I spread out the picnic blanket that I snagged from camp and we sat down and covered up with the blanket Eddie grabbed.Cuddling up together we watched the sunrise. I watched a slow smile spread across his face.

" What are you thinking about?"

"Last night." Eddie cleared his throat .

" I promised your mother I would take care of you-."

" You took care of me alright."

" I don't think I will be able to look Lucy in the face for a week. I feel like she is going to take one look at me and know immediately that I didn't behave myself like I promised. She is the first mom to ever like me too.."

I laughed " She will see the guilt written all over your face. You will just have to play it cool Munson."

" Cool is my middle name."

" I thought it was Eugene?"

He sighed." I will be a perfect gentleman tonight. Only kissing and cuddling."

"If that's what makes you feel better about your betrayal.."

He dramatically falls backwards clutching at his heart. " Your killing me."

I straddle him. " I think you are going to need mouth to mouth."

" I think you are right." He reached up and grabbed my face and pulled me down for a long sweet kiss.

" Hey, hey guys? What are you doing down there?" Dustin asked bumbling through the trees making his way down to the beach.

Eddie sighed." Just peacefully enjoying the sunrise."

I crawled off Eddies lap and sat beside him snuggling up, covering us with the blanket.

" Cool, hey, want me to grab some poles, we can do a little fishing?"

" Yeah sure Henderson. Don't forget the tackle box and the worms."

" Awesome, ok I'll be right back!"

" Careful, don't trip-"

It was then that we heard Dustin trip and fall." Shit!! Don't worry, I'm alright!"

Eddie quietly laughed,"That fucking kid."

" I know, talk about timing, I was just about to grab your pole-"

" You mean your pole. It's all yours Sweetheart."

" Well thank you." I looked over at him." Dustin is really going to miss you."

" He'll have Steve here. He'll be fine. He's a good kid. He can come visit, we will only be 3 hours away. I bet he would love it."

" We could have all the guys over for a D&D weekend! You could put together a campaign and it would be just like old times!"

"That is why I love you, because your fucking brilliant."

" I thought it was my ass."

" Well that too." He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes." I thought we were watching the sunrise?"

" I taking in the last moments of silence before the guys come down and start bickering over who is the best fisherman." I yawned." And I'm sleepy."

" I promise I'll let you sleep tonight Princess."

" You can keep me up anytime Munson."

" Ditto." He leaned down and kissed me raising his hand to my cheek. It was little things like a hand to the cheek, or tilting my chin up to look at him, kisses on the top of my head and the tip of my nose that I absolutely live for. It was so sweet, and those little gestures meant so much to me. It wasn't just about sex, with Eddie, it was about intimacy. It made me melt.

I wound my hand into his hair and deepened the kiss, trying to get my fill before the rest of the group made their way down." I love you." I mumbled into his lips.

" I love you more."

I smiled and backed away to look up into his handsome face." I'm so happy that you're mine."

He smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled, so adorable." I'll be yours forever. I can't believe you picked me. You could have had Harrington, I'm sure of it, but you picked me."

" I needed someone that could keep me on my toes." I rubbed the tip of my nose against his then kissed him one last time as I heard rustling in the trees. " That's my cue to head back up to the campsite."

Eddie popped up and helped me to my feet then wrapped me tight in a blanket and gave me a hug and squeezed my ass." Go back to sleep Princess."

" I bet you will catch the biggest fish, because you have the biggest rod-"

" Well good morning you two, I trust that you both slept well?" Steve smirked as he came over and sat on the blanket we had laid down."Or at least as well as Nancy and I did."

" Oh you guys slept? That's cute." Eddie smiled devilishly.

I shook my head and smiled." Well I am off to see what the ladies are up too." I leaned in and kissed him. "Catch a big one."

" I'll do my best."

" Good luck Steve, you guy's realize that you will never live it down if the shrimp squad catch more then you two."

" Just as long as our are bigger –"

" Oh ours are bigger-"

" On that note, have fun!" I carefully made my way up to the campsite and watched Mike, Lucas and Dustin walk down to the water. When I got back Nancy was building a fire and Robin was half asleep in a folding chair."Where is Max?"

" Still sleeping," Robin yawned."She was super chatty last night. I think she needed some girl time, lots of questions, I told her she would be better off asking you guys relationship questions."

" Like sex questions? Like her and Lucas?"

" No, not yet, just making out but curious. You know stuff she doesn't want to talk to her mom about."

" Send her my way, I'm sure I'm not as experienced as Nancy-"

Nancy laughed out loud." Your with Eddie 'the Freak' Munson, I'm sure you have experienced much more than me."

" But you have been with Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, you can't tell me you guys haven't done some crazy stuff."

" Speaking of crazy stuff, what were you guys laughing about in your tent last night? Inquiring minds want to know." Robin wiggled her eyebrows.

" You heard that? Let's just say we got stuck in a sticky situation."

#eddie fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson

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writedisaster · 2 years

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vamptober day 11: My Safe Haven

Don’t call the cops. Please, please don’t call the fucking cops.

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Lip is trying their best to look sane and sober in the quiet reading section of the library. It’s harder than it should be; they’re not even high right now. But even with every muscle in their body clenched, they keep jolting in and out of consciousness. This is your brain on sleep deprivation. The librarian keeps looking at them sideways. Lip turns a page, willing the words to make sense. Just a normal library patron, never mind the enormous ratty backpack at their feet or the filth on their fourthhand coat. Please don’t call the cops.

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“Shouldn’t you be in school?”

Lip jumps. The librarian’s question catches them just as off-guard as her approach; they’re not used to anyone treating them like a kid anymore. It’s bizarre to think that anyone could look at them and still see a seventeen-year-old.

“I’m... homeschooled. Um, today’s my day to work on an independent research project.” She doesn’t believe them. Obviously. They offer her a smile- carefully now. This isn’t their party smile or their fall-in-love-with-me smile; this is the smile of a poor little thing doing their best, all tired optimism and barely-concealed fragility. Please don’t kick me out, please don’t call the cops-

The librarian sighs. “Other patrons complained you’re setting a bad example for their kids.”

Lip starts gathering up their backpack, heart thudding in their chest. How long has it been? What time is it? Will the sun still be up when they get outside? “Okay. Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll just- no trouble, I’ll just go.”

“You’d get more privacy in one of the study rooms.”

“- what?”

The librarian sighs again. “They’re supposed to be for groups of two to four, but... look. No one’s got reservations right now. Let me just book you a study room for two hours. If you need a nap that bad, it’s your business.”

“Oh.” Lip fidgets with the straps of their backpack, suddenly unable to look at the librarian. “...Thank you.”

[Parts of today’s writing were bastardized from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service website. Learn more about piping plovers (with less unreadable text gimmicks) here: https://www.fws.gov/species/piping-plover-charadrius-melodus]

#distorted text ///#vamptober 2022 #//i am yet again writing a vamptober prompt about a character who isn't a vampire. sue me #do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away | IC: lip #police mention ///

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cleoenfaserum · 6 months

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THE HIDDEN CITY of ANCHORAGE, ALASKA by Marcus Sakey.

I have mixed feeling with this last show of Hidden City by Marcus Sakey debating with myself whether it is his best or worse show. Narratively speaking, I found it to be his worst performance. Photographically, mediocre, but technically a masterpiece. Under the cold conditions he had been working in, I would say he did the impossible. I find it fascinating when I see winter scene shots because it is extremely difficult under extreme cold situations to get the equipment up to par and the shivering actors to perform.

My last remark, I am sad to let go of this show because Marcus's narrative was one of the best I have seen, whether you agree with me or not, is not relevant. The fluidity of his show's remarkable take without a dull moment, teaching some of behind the scenes reality from a time lapsed historical evaluation, is simply masterful.

I will never again think about a city without asking myself what is behind the façade. Let's get into Anchorage, Alaska ...

824-1 LINK: https://ok.ru/video/4400405809711

Markus Sakey encapsule Robert Hansen (Wikipedia) more than what I care to talk about him. But there is an interesting movie played by Nicholas Cage as the investigative cop.

The Frozen Ground (Wikipedia) is a 2013 American thriller film directed and written by Scott Walker, in his directorial debut. Based on the crimes of the real-life Alaskan serial killer Robert Hansen, the film depicts an Alaskan State Trooper seeking to apprehend Hansen by partnering with a young woman who escaped from Hansen's clutches.

The film was received with mixed reviews from critics, although Cage's performance was cited as a highlight.

824-2 https://ok.ru/video/3690775120439

One last pitch which I think is note worthy is Marcus last story, Lucinda, which I found extra-ordinary her story:

Lucinda Delaney Schroeder:

special agent with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service from 1974 to 2004

Her job: to investigate crimes against wildlife. Unlike the majority of hunters who respect both their prey and the laws, evidence was piling up against an unscrupulous outfitter who was decimating populations of big game in Alaska's Brooks Range. In August 1992, she accepted an assignment that forever changed--and endangered--her life. She left her husband and seven-year-old daughter behind in Wisconsin and posed as a big-game hunter in Alaska in order to infiltrate an international ring of poachers out to kill the biggest and best of that state's wildlife.

A Hunt for Justice recounts her dramatic story--a story she was not legally permitted to write about until her retirement in 2004.

You can read her book at:

A hunt for justice : the true story of a woman undercover wildlife agent : Schroeder, Lucinda Delaney : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

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wotr123 · 6 months

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3 Tips On Ecosystem Based Adaptation Practices By The Natives

The UN climate negotiations (COP27) and the biodiverseness discussions (COP15) highlight three specific actions that Ecosystem based Adaptation practitioners should take to increase the acceptance and policy adoption of these methods. In the spotlight knowledge and practices of the native peoples

1. Indigenous Peoples and local communities throughout the world are suffering the most from the effects of climate change despite having contributed the least to its cause. However, many people are spending time and money to adapt to the environment by working with it, frequently by drawing on their traditional wisdom and biocultural history.

In order to adapt to climate change, a recent poll indicated that agricultural households spend 20–40% of their yearly income on testing and adopting ecological farming methods. Around 60–80 percent of farmers' revenue in isolated and climate-vulnerable locations goes toward these

However, the development and application of policies do not properly take into account local experiences and expertise. According to IIED's study on the efficacy of EbA, adopting participatory methods that encourage local ownership and are based on local goals and culture can help governments meet their biodiversity and climate change targets.

International policy forums can benefit from the first-hand knowledge that EbA practitioners can convey about what is occurring on the ground. For instance, harm to livelihoods is not just brought on by a rise in the frequency and severity of climate and weather extremes, such as hot extremes on land and in the ocean, heavy precipitation events, drought, and fire weather.

2. Add workable solutions to challenging issues

The triple dilemma of poverty, nature, and climate is staggering in its complexity. This occasionally retards or even stops activity.

Practitioners of EbA have evidence of practical solutions to the interrelated problems of biodiversity loss and climate change, and they may assist policymakers and other stakeholders in resolving certain deadlocks.

How to pay for environmental promises is another difficult issue. Research from IIED demonstrates that EbA can provide economic advantages to a larger group of stakeholders than alternative adaption techniques like built seawalls. Local stakeholders, however, are not receiving enough funding—public or private—to undertake EbA measures.

More than ever, it is crucial to exchange data on financial initiatives that have effectively supported Ecosystem based Adaptation.

Local governments are frequently expected to provide funding for neighborhood improvements, but frequently lack the means and capacity to do so. These awards were intended to create pilot initiatives for community-based adaptation to climate change that would lessen their vulnerability and boost their resilience. Due to their reliance on natural resources for small-scale farming and fishing, these communities are particularly vulnerable to the effects of climate change.

This case study demonstrated that communities may take the initiative; if alternative funding sources are available, communities can mobilize to finance and carry out the projects themselves. As the implementing agency, WOTR assisted communities in developing governance structures by offering help and advice. For this help, funding was essential.

3. Increase group power

Although there is ample proof that Ecosystem based Adaptation works, policymakers have a long way to go before they fully grasp its potential to help communities, wildlife, and climate adaption. Similar to this, the COPs' primary topics do not yet include the views and viewpoints of the communities that are already helping people and the environment. However, including small-scale farmers and other community leaders in meaningful ways can be difficult and takes serious planning and resources.

In the end, local actors may be assisted in navigating global policy arenas and ensuring that their views are heard through a network of local NGOs that is aware of the procedure and the power at play in these forums. IIED continues to encourage the participation of regional voices in national and international forums by collaborating with regional partners like WOTR. Benefits to the environment, wildlife, and people will result from promoting EbA programs that are effective and having these recognized in legislation. EbA practitioners may demonstrate—and many already have—how locally driven programs can effectively and affordably use biodiversity and ecosystem services to help climate adaption.

#Ecosystem_based_Adaptation #wotr

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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A son picked an investment and private portfolio and he did take the Intel and several other chip manufacturers know and Bill Pearce lies he did not buy it and he's been getting beat up because he keeps saying it's stupid crap. There's a lot going on. There are a few things that happened today and we're going to list some of them off

-they did lay off almost all the sheriffs out of the 3000 original 1500 were more lock and about 800 were already laid off and they laid off the rest today except for what we said about 150 top level sheriffs and the police too laid off all but 10 out of the 40 or so and they also hired on more the sheriff department already had 4,000 total and they released them today and hired 2,000 more the police had about 200 total and fired the warlock and hired 100 more so that happened today and they also fired all those people from all those agencies like Florida law enforcement Florida highway patrol Florida department of health police hospitals private police and several other agencies and wildlife and more that really should not have police and should be a police and police them and park rangers too should not have guns in a rest people but they were doing that to enforce so their own loss and it was warlock and they were way over the line and they got chastised held down shot quite a lot it was going on for her years even before our son got here and the bottom here to try and straighten it out and it made it much worse and then we'll lock lost not today they fired two million of those agency people and they fired more government workers and are up to firing a 70% of government workers in Florida tomorrow they're going to try for approximately 85% total and the firing of all these agency people is going to cause a massive ripple effect and the government firings May exceed 85% and by far it's also having an effect on the whole world because they know that it's coming a little it's a change and it's pleasant change it's about time but it's more work for us and our people have to watch out and put out several alerts also the State Assembly is starting to get nervous they see it coming and they see it happening and they see that they're organized and they're playing it and they have walls up and they walk around with knives out and guns on their hip and they don't they're not allowed to and see what happens an attack the max bringing a big bunch in attack now this change is coming here and we're moving in thankfully today and tomorrow in a big way we're coming in we have huge jobs to do and we might have a wall to put in but still thinking about it because it's going to be a while that's going to be dropped after drop after drop and crabs and nasty fish and they'll be able to protect themselves either it's going to just non-stop work but they think it'll draw foreigners and we had answers for that it's going to draw foreigners what they're doing and the walls going to be cloaked. The suddenly getting it I'm feeling that might be better and our son says there's really going to be a massive number of troops out there and ships and boats and you won't be able to hide your number and your abilities at all because it'll be so many crabs and you can't really hit him with spaceships and you hit them under water sort of but boy it's way too hard if a wall to try and climb up it and they get hit and there's a pile of when you pull them out of there and they see it and they say that's not bad and not a bad idea and he has a good idea to mess with the clothes but they're going to mess back but then again it's an antique clone wall and they know about that. Now he's right the clone said we don't want to see that happen to get you hurt by a crab and there's so many of them out there

-also happened today at the close of the day John remillard start apologizing to people and try to harm our son tried to get in there and started being a jerk and started yelling and screaming inside the apartment and the cops were called and came down and that was what the light was not the regular car and they heard him just in here talking a little bit not much and they were going to grab them and bring him in and some people said no it didn't matter he got taken away okay it was just the car but he's doing that over there he should be arrested

-two more things happen today and it's building up and it's getting worse and pretty soon they're going to figure out that it's wrong thing to do with me but he's more like you're doing is wrong for them they had a huge influx of people to their invasion areas which got cleared out three or four times today.

-their fleet is still heading this way and to a student as it did for the past few nights all those people will be a waste of time and they are fighting the empire and they don't hit practically anyone and some bizarre War and the sun says it happened to Iraq almost like Tommy have cleaned it to happen that way and they don't look at that cuz that's kind of spooked to them and we do understand that there is a big fleet this time it's actually big and has about 9 million octillion and the numbers are gigantic there they can't can't do this more than a few times no this this is going to be way too big I'm going to be knocked out if it saves the population will drop severely if they don't succeed at anything. There is a filling up now the five points the Bering straight is about 5 mi wide no it's about 15 miles wide and big huge trucks are going to cross her two miles wide 10 in a row no well five in a row and roll upon row upon row huge trucks and there's thousands of them and they're moving it and they're older and they're going to they're run down but they're moving and if one doesn't work they push it over the edge it's a giant giant row of them you would not believe how impressive that looks and talk about elephant Walk they're coming down to the border and it is a massive Force it's got to be 10 million really it is just huge and they can't be that money many more left and I don't know why they would keep sending them it seems they don't know about the empire's fleet they won't use the missiles or bombs no that's what they're using and they make it look like troops are doing it.

-it's going to happen today well today will be tomorrow soon and it is a gigantic effort the max are putting together to knock them out and I mean it they are going to do things during the day and night to finish them off right now they're attacking in the Western hemisphere all their bases and there's an evacuation that it's forcing and they want to come down the rivers and they're not letting them and they're annihilating them they don't want them up there building and they don't want them taking the ships and they don't want us to take them and really the whole place is under siege it's a war zone massive massive forces are clashing and the clones are coming out and they are assisting them warlock that's the first yes it's a massive war and they're all going to fight the Macs. It's happening now they're going into cities and things but not so much in New York and our son is right and Denzel thinks he's right too and she's been thinking about it and Trump and they're trying to figure out what to do. We're going to head over there playing now.

-one more thing is going on today they're going door to door and the pulling people out who are not there particular race now they're probably more like out all over Florida and telling them did they under arrest for trespassing and sometimes they actually have been paying rent yes and they actually have a contract and they present it and the police say we don't care your trespassing here our lands and you invaded us. Moreover than not saying it to us cuz we're building tons of stuff and probably building tons of stuff for quite a while it's tons of stuff that sucks here it's a huge junk pile too need to recycle tons of stuff we need huge recycling plants we're doing pretty fast already but they do need that this place is full of junk junk cars I really gets infested with gross bugs and things because they go in there and they live in it and they do things to humans they're in the wild they don't and they fight each other so they're going to make a huge recycling facility you're going to put in for it it's a business and we can make the recycled bikes here. And recycled building products

This morning go on here there's more to talk about here it's critical stuff I'm going to post this now

Thor Freya

Zues Hera and yes we're involved and it's me Hera

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sunmoonandeddie · 4 years

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pandemic overload

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2,136

summary: You need an escape from everything, and Bucky is more than happy to give it to you.

warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF. Bad words. Bucky does think a naughty thing or two lol

a/n: Thank you so much to @marylizabetha for this commission!!!! I had so much fun with it, and honestly it was nice to get to write about escaping all of this nonsense for a little bit!!!!

He saw it when he came home from grocery shopping. The quiver of your bottom lip. He’d only been gone for about two hours—shopping for groceries for a super soldier can take a while, after all—but even so, it had made you anxious. Everything about the last seven months or so made you anxious. And he couldn’t blame you. People were dying and it was just… frustrating how so many people didn’t seem to care. At all.

Bucky had been the only one to leave the town house you two shared in that entire time, unless you counted the times you’d sit out on the front stoop and work on a Sudoku puzzle. But that was a decision you had made very early on. He was a super soldier that couldn’t get sick. You were just a normal human.

It didn’t mean that you weren’t scared for him every time he walked outside.

Thankfully, it hadn’t taken much to convince you to stay home, even though you had to quit your job. It wasn’t exactly the most… important thing in the world. It wasn’t even in your field of interest. Just a pit stop until you could put your degree to use.

But it looked like that wouldn’t be happening for a little while longer.

Technically, with how much money Bucky made from being a non-active Avenger on top of back pay from being a prisoner of war for seventy years or so and also being on an elite strike force during World War II, you would never have to work a day in your life if you didn’t want. And, to be perfectly honest, a big part of you was seriously considering it. It was nice to be able to sit around and do whatever you wanted to do. You and Bucky helped each other with all the chores and such, but then you had an otherwise empty day to fill. You’d taken up knitting and learning to play piano and yes, you did join in on that trend of people learning how to make sourdough bread from scratch. You two had also gotten to up the amount of time you spent trying to make a positive change in the world, and you’d taken Bucky to his first twenty-first century protest. Not a single cop had dared to fuck with you or anyone else with the former Winter Soldier by your side.

The perks of having a super intimidating boyfriend, right?

It would be completely perfect if it wasn’t for the fact that you had to stay because otherwise you might get sick.

But you were actually considering choosing to just… continue not working once all of it was over. You and Bucky could do anything you wanted to do. You could travel the world, maybe eventually adopt a few kids… The possibilities were endless, especially since your boyfriend had surprised you by paying off all your student loans in one fell swoop.

Yeah, that… that had brought on more than a few tears.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile over at you as he put away the groceries, calling out everything to you. You were sitting up on the counter, pretty as a picture, with your legs swinging back and forth as you put in everything he’d bought to that fancy app on your phone that took everything you had in your fridge and gave you a list of recipes you could make from it.

Last week the two of you had gotten your favorite recipe so far, grilled mahi mahi tacos with a sweet pineapple salsa that served a bit of a kick at the end.

Fish so nice, they named it twice.

Bucky’s pandemic hobby had become cooking. A lot of the time, you two just ordered food in, which was a horrible habit. But you couldn’t help it. You both were so busy and neither of you really had the energy or patience to cook most of the time.

But spending everyday at home meant that Bucky finally had time to learn how to do something other than boil food, and he was actually pretty good at it.

“Baby doll, let’s go on a date.”

You looked up from your phone in surprise. “A… A date? Bucky Bear… I hate to break it to you, but… We can’t exactly go anywhere,” you said with a weak laugh. As good as it was to be able to sit at home and work on your hobbies, you were often overwhelmed with the thoughts about how so many people were suffering because of how selfish others were.

He put the last bell pepper away in the fridge before moving to stand between your legs, his hands running over your thighs. “Now that’s not true, sweetheart,” he said as he pressed sweet kisses along your jawline. “I wanna take you somewhere special, okay? We haven’t gotten to dress up in a long time… So how about you get your cute ass in the shower and get yourself all dolled up, yeah? I wanna treat my girl.”

Ugh. He always knew exactly what to say to make you melt.

“Okay,” you giggled, nuzzling your nose against his. But you took your own sweet time getting off the counter, choosing instead to wrap your legs around him and pull him in for an impromptu makeout session.

What can you say? Your man was hot as fuck and a good ass kisser.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his hands roaming down your sides to your ass. He gave a playful squeeze before slowly breaking the kiss, letting it linger far longer than what would be considered necessary. “But you have to go shower and get ready, baby girl. I gotta jump in one, too. I wanna be nice and fresh for my girl. Now go on.”

A purse of your lower lip. “You don’t wanna join me?”

“Now, that’s not what I said, you little minx,” he said, tickling your sides and sending you into a fit of giggles. “But if I get in with you, we aren’t gonna make it out for a long, long time. And then you won’t get your surprise.”

“Fine, fine,” you groaned, pushing against his chest so you could slide off the counter. “Bossy.” You shot him a wink as you headed upstairs, and he can’t help but stare at your ass.

God bless the quarantine weight you’d gained.

Granted, he always loved your body—if you like the girl, you’re gonna like her body, after all—but he was still a hot-blooded man with a thing for grabbing you and loving every inch of you.

He quickly put together a basket of food, various meats and cheeses and little things like olives, and set a blanket on top of it before running upstairs to grab a shower in the guest bath. He knew the perfect place to take you to escape the city and the suffocating threat of the pandemic.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going or not, Sarge?” You asked as you appeared in the doorway.

He looked up from where he sat at the kitchen island, and the breath was knocked straight from his lungs. Thank god he’d already stowed the basket and blanket away in the trunk, because he would’ve completely forgotten at the sight of you. “Holy shit, sugar…,” he whispered as he got up. He moved towards you, strong hands grabbing your hips and pulling you into a kiss. He knew he had to be careful about grabbing your face, not wanting to mess up the makeup you’d just put on for the first time in months. But you’d also learned not to wear a lip product that would smear on your first date, so you both had rules about makeup now.

The fabric of your yellow sundress rested against your skin so gently, and he would be ashamed to admit that for just a second, he was jealous of a piece of clothing. He wanted to be that close to you always, wanted to feel your skin and draw little shapes over your heart.

Maybe he’d strip it off of you the second he got you to the spot, just so he could rest his head in the valley of your breasts and listen to the steady beating of your heart. You knew that he could hear it even just standing beside you, but you wouldn’t call him out on it.

TLC played on the radio the entire drive, his hand on your thigh except for when he needed to shift gears. Out of all the decades of music you were working to catch him up on, the nineties were your favorite.

Not that he’d ever disagree. No. Not when he got to watch you with one arm out the window, your hand making waves in the wind as you sang at the top of your lungs.

Just being out of the house for less than an hour was doing you so much good.

“Bucky, you aren’t going to kill me, right?” You asked with a laugh as he parked the car in a small lot at the entrance of a trail. “Because I really figured you would’ve done that by now, you know.”

“Nah, baby,” he said as he popped the trunk, smirking at the surprised look on your face at the sight of the basket. The trunk closed with a slam as he tossed you the blanket, moving to your side and holding your free hand in his before leading you down the trail. “If I wanted to murder you, I’d have done it by now. Besides, you’re too pretty to kill. I’d miss looking at you everyday.”

“You’re an absolute cheese ball,” you laughed, nudging his hip with yours. Not that it actually did anything.

Ah, the disadvantages you had when it came to play fighting with your super soldier boyfriend. Poor you.

The trail was absolutely stunning, full of wildlife and color. The shade the trees provided was a nice reprieve to the mid-August heat, the sunlight filtering through the leaves to dapple against your cheeks.

It was about a fifteen minute walk to the Wallkill River, and you heard the rush of the water long before you get there.

“We aren’t going swimming right?” You asked, eyeing him skeptically. “Because I just washed my hair.”

“No,” he said, amusement lacing his tone. “We’re not swimming. Just having a late lunch.” He sets down the basket and takes the blanket from you, laying it out on the small clearing on the bank. He took his time setting up the charcuterie board, the bottle of wine, and the two pillows that he stuffed in the basket for you two to rest against. “There. Now it’s perfect,” he said as he held his hand out to you to help you sit down on the blanket. “Worthy of my princess.”

A familiar roll of your eyes as he pressed sweet kisses to your cheeks, just like he did anytime he doted on you. He only ever called you princess when he got all lovey dovey like this.

Not that you’d ever complain.

“So what’s all this for?” You asked. Unable to stop your fit of giggles, you teetered to the side as the force of his cheek kisses grew and he made more and more obnoxious noises with it, his metal hand hooked around your waist. “Bucky Bear…”

“Okay, okay,” he relented, leaving one last, noisy kiss to your cheek before sitting up straight. He didn’t answer you right away, choosing instead to grab the wine and pop it open, pouring you each a glass. He was always the designated driver, since alcohol didn’t affect him. He was silent until you had your glass in hand, and he raised his in a toast. “I want to celebrate us, and more specifically, you. The past seven or so months haven’t been easy, but you’ve been a champ through it all. And also, I think we’ve done pretty damn well on living together and being around each other almost 24/7, considering that we only moved in together in November,” he said. His startling blue eyes were so soft as he stared at you. “I just love you so much, and I truly don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, my god,” you said, your eyes glassy as you shook your head. “Bucky, you can’t say things like that when I just did my makeup! You’re going to make me cry!” But you didn’t mind the tears as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, your glasses clinking together. “I love you, too. And there’s no one else I’d rather go through this with.”

“Together,” he said, his nose nudging against yours.

“Together,” you agreed.

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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nonasuch · 1 year

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Hello! I'm sure about 130956 people have already asked, but would it be okay if I used your teams-temporal game warden idea? I've never been much of a writer, but I'm INSPIRED. (No worries either way, just thought I'd ask.) Have a wonderful weekend!

yeah this is definitely one of those Free To A Good Home concepts. have fun!

#asked and answered #time cops: fish & wildlife

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uwua3 · 3 years

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Yo! Can i ask for a cute Pirate AU with an adventure seeking MC pirate captain, who, when she and her crew are making a stop at some port, meets her childhood friend, Tenma, with whom she has romantic tension, only Tenma is a big blushing tsundere mess, and MC is verrrryyy oblivious to his blushiness, but accidentally innocently flirts with him?? If that makes sense? Also oops the soldiers have seen me, the wanted pirate, wanna get out of here and join my crew?

summary: a deal is made between a pirate captain haunted by their legacy and an island medium who wants to go home

warnings: alcohol, death (mentions), cops/police, crime, fights (physical/arguments), fires, ghosts, military, near–death experiences, pirates, slow-burn, swords, unrequited love/love triangle

author’s note: thank you so much for your patience requesting this pirate story~ i did my best to do this justice, as i love pirates more than anything! .*:ﾟ（｀・ω・´）ゝﾟ:*. this was a jolly good time to write, thank you! (please let me know if you would like a part 02 to this, as it ran longer than expected)! thank you!! :D

word count: 6,163

music: ship in a bottle – fin

captain, let’s make a deal.

☀️🌻 sumeragi tenma

even out at sea, you couldn’t escape the fire that destroyed your town years ago. the fire that made you become a pirate captain

you were born by a local village by the coast, where the air tasted like salt no matter what and trade was your community’s main economy

it was home. a place where everyone knew each other as family, where the sun was hot upon even warmer smiles and the euphoric laughter of children surrounded the island. this was the land of the happy, the free, and the united

it wasn’t until the damn navy—your first enemy until death—came

according to heresay, pirates were supposed to plunder and pillage without mercy. pirates were the villain and yet, what would the navy be then? after what they did to you, they were anything but heroes

yonaguni was made of tall palm trees that provided shade during the eternal summer that sunburnt your skin, floating markets by the pier with tricky elderly and learning apprentinces in the family business, and rare wildlife not found anywhere else

now, it was nothing more than hell. you could remember it all—how the flames licked the open wounds from navy seamen, the screams of the innocent replacing what would’ve been last words meant for decades later, the sound of crashing trees blocking every available escape route as birds flew away in the distance

you were just a yonaguni native, and now, there was nothing left of your hometown. it was permanently erased from world history forever, and you were the sole survivor of the island, making you the most wanted vigilante alive

it had been years since you last had a nightmare of the attack. was haunting your brain and traumautizing you for life during every waking hour not enough?

but, you knew the answer why you couldn’t stop mourning the loss of yonaguni

it was nearing the anniversary of your friend, sumeragi tenma’s, death

and, as you climbed to the crow’s nest with the power of the ocean running through your salted veins and spite overwhelming you in the deepest, darkest parts of yourself, you could see it over the horizon

the navy said dead men tell no tales, but you were alive, and you would be a legend

“all hands ahoy or you’ll be given no quarter!” (everyone on deck or you’ll be shown no mercy)

“aye, captain!” your crew replied eagerly, their loyalty unwavering and strong as always. you stood atop of the main mast, surrounded by vast ocean bordering a blue, cloudless sky. even without your telescope, you could see everything in the world

beneath you sounded the swing of the lines (rope) against the wind before two feet landed in the crow’s nest. the sailor had the type of agility that only came from a boy born on sea

“cap, don’t tell me ya forgot about me?” your quartermaster, rurikawa yuki, grinned (a rare sight that only came when the ocean smelt strongest of salt and treasure), standing at the ledge whilst holding onto the lines with one hand. any other novice would’ve immediately fallen off with how strong the random gusts of wind were, but yuki was an enigma and your second in command for a reason

“ahoy, yuki! so long as the jolly rodger waves, this crew will always be ready to set sail.” you responded, sliding down the mast to be in the crow’s nest as well. yuki just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning upon your frame like it was nothing

“don’t hornswaggle (cheat) me, cap. what are you thinking about?” yuki read you like a map, as expected of the second best cartographer (after master boatswain muku, of course) in all the seven seas. you tried to remain present in the moment, with the wind flowing and sky clear, but it wasn’t enough

“... tell me, yuki. is it so easy to read the distraught upon my face?” you joked, but it fell flat as yuki raised an unimpressed eyebrow at your facade. yuki didn’t take bullshit from anyone, not even his own captain

“aye, do not be acting as if you’re feeding the fish (about to die), captain.” yuki carefully watched if any of their small crew was eavesdropping, but the rest were doing their proper tasks for the morning. cartographer muku was happily reading directions to helmsman misumi. the two were a fantastic pair, considering the “sky” ship hasn’t sunken

surgeon kazunari was dutifully sanitizing his medical tools besides them, taking some time to laugh loudly at some story misumi was dramatically reenacting as he spun the wheel skillfully

“boom about!” yuki called out without looking away, already feeling it in his bones moments before anyone else could. his intuition was unheard of, and you watched no one hesitate as they ducked just in time

“sorry~!” misumi responded without any apologetic tone to his voice whatsoever. his sailor’s grin was infectious and wide, a smile only those accustomed to the fatal winds and waves of the ocean could make. just like everyone else on the “sky” ship, they all were forged by the sea

“smartly make way to land before i toss you off myself!” yuki snapped, but it held no malice. he rolled his eyes unimpressed when kazunari laughed at misumi’s sarcastic salute, knowing pirates did no such navy thing without mockery

“oh, dear yuki, how could i drown with you by my side?” you reached over to ruffle his hair, the precarious creak of the wooden mast the last thing on your mind as yuki swatted at your hand, irritated by the littlest of things as always

“you’re right, i’ll have your head first anyways.” yuki said with no malice, giving you a small frown as his calculating eyes glanced over you once more, trying to find any cracks in your confident visage. when he found nothing, he climbed back down, seemingly unsatisfied when you didn’t break under his stare

(you were one of the few on the crew who didn’t flinch. the other was misumi, who just had no fear towards anything, so it wasn’t personal. after all, misumi was the finest swashbuckler around!)

ahead, your acute sight narrowed in on the growing formation in the distance, your gut tensing before realizing it was far too large to be another ship

with a grin, you hanged over the edge (a habit that no longer scares your crew), your voice amplified as it was carried downward by the wind. it was to be expected, of course, as a yonaguni native, your town always had a special connection to nature that no one else did

“my men, turn your heads and look forward into the horizon! what do you see?”

“land, captain!”

“then let us sail faster! the sooner we reach the shores, the quicker you all can take a damn shower!”

with a shared lighthearted laugh, everyone focused on their role and position towards the land mass ahead. whether it was the possibility of smelling like something else other than a siren’s cove or something more, you smiled, forgetting about last night’s sleepless disturbances

up ahead was fukusaki, sky crew’s next location for the night

after three months or so on sea, your crew’s resources were dwindling (much faster since everyone had a bottomless appetite). it was time to visit a port town to stock up and set sail the next sunrise

sure, it was a rushed habit of yours, but it was never good to stay in one place for too long. that came with the risk of losing again...

besides, who liked a crew of pirates to suddenly come to the town square in their stained clothing and gleaming swords?

after barely securing a place to tie down the great beauty known as “sky”, entering fukusaki was like any other town. merchants upon the docks were experts at haggling prices, civilians went by with their day to day life, and the sun burned everyone’s skin just the same

but as you placed your leather boot upon the wooden dock, something inside you turned. like something had suddenly shifted in the town but you had no idea what

yuki seemed to have felt the same thing, even if his facial expression didn’t change. as kazunari kept muku from fighting with a seller for a map of the local area (misumi was unfortunately encouraging him), yuki inched closer to you, his brows furrowed

“you feel that? something isn’t right.” yuki bluntly stated, eyes scanning his surroundings like usual. except he didn’t know what he was looking for, so a frustrated sigh left his lips

“aye, feels as if someone’s running a rig (playing a trick) on us...” you murmured under your breath, careful not to alarm the returning muku with haughtiness ablaze in his eyes and sheepishness from an apologizing but relieved kazunari (it was hard to believe muku used to be shy prior to joining)

“keep a look out. let you know if somethin’s amiss.” yuki peeled away, checking in with muku asking where the closest tavern was. at the mention of alcohol, misumi jumped in, rambling about how he had already talked to a local about all the best spots

you took a moment to take a deep breath in, the scent of palm trees and fruit replacing your usual endless seas. it wasn’t unsettling, just new. your sea legs itched to return to somewhere always changing, always new, but you knew you couldn’t do that to your friends

you straightened your back and walked with the confidence of a true pirate captain, swinging both your arms around kazunari and misumi, peering down at the map with an easy smile

“alright my hearties, where to?”

this gut feeling could wait, you had a few hours to relax before everything turned upside down

of course the captain got the most inconvenient yet boring jobs that could’ve been assigned

(yuki didn’t look sorry as he happily enjoyed your childish huff at being the grocery shopper, knowing how much you hated to interact with people outside of the crew)

due to your very limited people skills, you awkwardly tried to summon your confidence to come back around all the fukusaki shop vendors. when you were with your crew, all eyes were on you and how high your head was held. but, when alone... a captain was nothing without its crew, you supposed

a messily scrawled list by kazunari was in your hand (never ask a doctor to write anything) as you tried to decipher the words, holding it up to the sun to figure out what the hell he wanted

after getting the main idea of what each person wanted within budget, you stood on the outskirts of the town square, desperately trying to decide what was the best way to approach this situation

you couldn’t appear helpless or confused! how were you supposed to haggle in this state of mind?! as you slowly spun around in a circle to view all of the sellers before settling on a rather small, unimpressive stand

maybe that meant cheaper prices! you thought cleverly, walking over with the poise of a seasoned native. with a neutral expression, you reached a wooden display with a certain swagger to your step

however... there was nothing. as you stood in the front of the set-up and realized no one was there, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. what kind of service was this? was there no one actually here to sell anything?

before you could leave, a flash of orange appeared in front of you, purple eyes wide as if surprised they even received a customer. “w-wait!” he called out, nearly falling over his own table. this kid would clearly not make it upon a ship, you thought

for whatever reason, you stopped, looking over your shoulder with an unimpressed expression at the simple boy. he was tall and lean, wearing a bandana around his orange hair and an unbuttoned shirt. it was a casual appearance unfit for a merchant

“what is it? i’ve got places to be and there’s nothing here to be sold.” you stated, a wave of shock passing over his face before solidifying in a stubborn crease in his forehead

“huh? what are you talking about? haven’t you come here to get rid of that?”

when he reached out, you jolted back, a surge of energy visible in your body. you felt that strongly, what the hell did this random merchant do to you?!

“w—calm down! stop moving or i can’t remove the yokai! you’re making this difficult.” he demanded roughly, his proper words clipped from an accent unlike any other on this island. there was a certain... twang, to his vocabulary. as if it didn’t sit right, as if it was on the tip of his tongue

so much for customer service! you didn’t listen, dodging his hand like your life depended on it. as you ducked beneath his arm, you gripped his bicep with a death glare. at your narrowed eyes, the orange-haired boy gulped and stared back with astonishment

clearly, fukusaki natives weren’t this rude

“yokai? what the hell are you blubberin’ about, kid?” you questioned, your patience thin like a century-old rope worn down by salt. he set his lips in a straight line, as if trying to assess if you were serious or not. when you didn’t budge, he yanked his arm back and rubbed the sore spot, giving in

“ghosts. you got more spirits than normal around you, they’ve been there for a long time.”

you were about to retort, but fell silent at the remembrance of yonaguni. had your ancestors been with you all this time? you almost couldn’t believe you’ve been actually haunted by their deaths for this long

“i have no ghosts. do not try to scam me.” you flatly said before turning on your heel, intent on leaving the possibility of ghosts behind before tenma took a hold on your arm this time

“but, they’re trying to tell you—”

before tenma could finish, an irritated and offended voice boomed just down the cobblestone pathway

“you dare lay your hand on our captain?!”

“yuki, wait!” the crew clambered after him, hands always short of his shirt fabric as yuki’s sword made a sickening sound when pulled out of its sheath. the orange-haired boy let go immediately, attempting to make a run for it before coming face to face with misumi, whose previous smile was cold and nonexistent

it was as if the other merchants disappeared, fearing a start of a fight would be terrible for business. tenma was caught in the middle of a 5-person circle, with yuki pointing the tip of his sword at his throat

“state your name and business for grabbing our captain like that!” yuki was adamant on proving his sword was real by putting it closer to the boy’s adam’s apple. he tried not to shake under the pressure, but you noticed how his feet had no shoes and looked ready to run to anywhere but here

“um... t—johnny. it’s johnny, and i simply belong to a family of fukusaki mediums, that’s all.” johnny(?) said, as if trying to convince himself. all of you secretly exchanged a look, trying to decide whether or not to believe this so-called johnny

“you see ghosts?” yuki scoffed, his position already clear on the issue. ever since you two have met, you knew yuki never believed in anything involving the supernatural. after all, so many mysteries were hidden in the ocean, yuki doubted anything could scare him on land

but, you... you’re starting to believe johnny as you notice his eyes waver towards you. maybe not so much you, but whatever was surrounding you

“yes, sir. i can communicate with them as well. ever since i was a young boy, i’ve brought peace to the dead.” your head snapped towards him at that, something inside of you turning

that boy could bring your ancestors peace? could it be too good to be true? as if hearing your thoughts, johnny nodded to reaffirm your beliefs

before anyone else can join in on the questioning, you held your hand up and everyone fell silent, waiting for your next words. you could easily tell yuki to kill this boy and he would... but you won’t

“how much are your services?”

johnny blinked, clearly not used to this question as he mentally calculated whatever in his head. “uh... i usually don’t get paid.”

“if we took you on your ship, how much then?” (you immediately hushed a protesting yuki and wary crew)

“my payment wouldn’t be money.” johnny quickly said, almost shocking himself with how fast that answer came. you raised an eyebrow at that, about to question his terms before muku turned, eyebrows furrowed

“there’s someone coming.” muku whispered in a hush, immediately on guard as everyone shifted to a defensive position. at the first sound of a boot on ground, kazunari’s eyes widened. a telltale sign of the cop’s traditional uniform, which kazunari knew better than most

“go! go! go!” you ordered, everyone taking off running. without thinking, you took a hold of johnny’s hand. he squeezed it without flinching, turning and impressively staying by your side even as you got faster and faster

you were fast, but you despised running with a passion. if you closed your eyes longer than a blink, you could almost smell the smoke and crack of the tree trunks. for some reason, johnny smelt like coconut, and that humored you to a certain extent as your crew ran for their lives from the officers. someone must’ve alerted local authorities nearby...

even with a map, muku was lost to the island’s complex system. despite being quick on his feet, muku’s eyes frantically analyzed the outdated lines and pressed his lips into a straight line out of frustration. you knew you should’ve stepped in, but what could you have done?

“follow me!” johnny whispered hurriedly, turning into a waypoint before stopping and looking back. your crew subconsciously looked towards you as well, as if asking if this fukasaki native was trustworthy

though, it’s not like you had a choice now

you ran with johnny, the rest of your crew following suit. when you reached a dead end, you expected this to be a mistake before johnny nimbly flung himself up the ivy-covered wall, landing with a hard thud as if he hadn’t done so in a long time. ignoring the pain, johnny extended his hand an impressive height away

“grab my hand and we’ll be free!” pirates weren’t one to say no to freedom (or put all their coins in one chest...), so you got down to provide a boost to your crew mates. it wasn’t a time to be noble, so they all took your support without complaining, easily being able to run past johnny

when it was your turn, the sound of polished boots grew increasingly closer, much to your chagrin. you backed up quietly, gulping and trying not to look behind you as you glanced up. both johnny and yuki were standing there, their hands extended as you got a running start

you closed your eyes, breathed in the imaginary smoke, and leaped, feeling the grip of both their hands upon yours as they helped you up. just as you ducked beneath the foliage, you breathed a sigh of relief as the officers ran by without sparing a second look

when you opened your eyes, you noticed johnny was still holding your hand, his fist tight around yours as you could practically feel his heartbeat through leaning on his shoulder

you got up to thank johnny before noticing yuki’s uncharacteristic quietness and the way his eyes looked between you and johnny... as if he was betrayed

you didn’t think more of it despite the sinking feeling in your stomach

it was a night to celebrate! escaping the cops was no easy feat, especially on a foreign island. your crew, who had taken a liking to johnny’s ability to hold his own, invited him to drinks (not that they needed guidance to the safest tavern, of course...)

you nursed your own drink of choice at a rickety table with the crew, watching as they became less like pirates and more like their own ages with a few drinks and good music. yuki didn’t drink, which was something that had always occurred no matter where they went

johnny was flustered under all the attention, or it was the alcohol everyone insisted he could keep down. you stifled a chuckle when kazunari hooked his arm around tenma’s neck and ruffled his hair, the look upon his face priceless

you took a sip before lowering the cup’s rim, noticing yuki’s wary gaze. he met your eye with a frown, as if hesitating on what to say next. once again, how strange

“captain,” at that, you tried not to outwardly wince. it wasn’t common for yuki to be so... formal with you, at least. “do you truly intend on bringing this stranger with us?”

“johnny is no stranger anymore, yuki. he saved our lives, we are indebted to him.” you flatly said, glancing at johnny once more. yuki huffed, clearly disagreeing with your opinion as he rolled his eyes

“we would’ve been just fine without him. plus, he’s a medium! how do you know he’s the real deal, anyways?”

“i just... know.” you tried to elaborate, but it fell on deaf ears. there were some parts of your past you just couldn’t elaborate on, some parts that wouldn’t make sense to a non-yonaguni native

yuki slammed his water on the wooden table, a sound barely distinguishable in the rowdy atmosphere before getting up with a skid of the stool. he silently left, no doubt heading back to the docks where the stars shined the brightest and moon made things shrouded in dark more visible

you got up and followed without speaking another word. the crew knew disagreements between you & yuki were far and few, so there was no time to ask silly questions

when you reached the outside, the salt in the air and muffled sound of everyone having fun made you stop. behind you, you noticed the door didn’t slam completely as a quick-footed pair of feet made their way besides you

“are... you okay?” johnny asked, his hands in his linen pockets as you exhaled, nodding as you leaned onto the wall. johnny stiffly stood by the door, as if guarding it

“yeah, yeah. i am... just a little tussle, that’s all.” you sounded as if you were trying to convince yourself, but neither of you pointed it out. a few moments of awkward silence passed, before johnny cleared his throat

“okay, i didn’t hear nothin’. just... heard the spirits around you get loud.”

there he went again about the ghosts and spirits! you subconsciously patted your hair down flat, turning to look at johnny with yuki-like skepticism in your narrowed eyes

“how can you see there are ghosts on me? how do i know you’re not pullin’ my leg?” you suspiciously questioned, watching as johnny bristled under the attention. it seemed as if the island natives didn’t question his credibility as a medium

“you know i’m right. you have tens, maybe more, spirits attached to you. i can help you take them away, for a price, of course.”

“which is?”

“i want to find an island lost to me long ago.”

if you blinked, you could’ve sworn you were talking to a past-version of yourself. why did that request seem so familiar?

“do you know its name?”

“nay... my family refuses to tell me anything about where i’m from. all i know is the navy is the reason i lost my parents.”

“mine too.” you admitted with a breath and the conversation paused, you two sharing an understanding expression of sympathy but unshakable faith. you two understood each other despite knowing one another for a few hours

“then, is it settled?” johnny held out his hand, which you took with a firm grip. his palms were soft for an islander, funny enough. he must’ve thought differently since this was one of the few times you took off your leather gloves

“as long as you bring peace to my ancestors, you’re comin’ with me.”

when the hours became late and you ultimately decided everyone passed their limit a long time ago, you and johnny led them all to their barracks with laughs and humor in the air

when you reached the docks, yuki was barely noticeable in the night as he stood upon the mast of the ship, his hair waving in the wind like a flag

he didn’t look at you, not once, so you didn’t climb up. how could you when johnny was holding your hand with his eyes flickering back to you, or whatever was around you?

you introduced johnny to his new quarters and left him to be, feeling free for once in your life that night

morning came with the unfurling of your sails and your position in the crow’s nest. the sky was blue and cloudless, just like everyone predicted as the sea welcomed your crew into its arms

“ahoy, my hearties! off we go to find our next treasure!” you commanded joyously, the crew hurrah-ing in return at your enthusiasm. like most pirates did, your crew’s goal when off-land was to find a ship to rob and make off with their goods

you turned to the side, about to say something before realizing yuki wasn’t next to you. he must’ve slept in, that’s all. you didn’t question it even if he was always on time the years you knew him

disguising your expression of disappointment, you left your crew to their own means, sliding down the mast as per usual. when you landed, you noticed johnny standing awkwardly to the side as everyone was doing their own job

“hey, johnny! what are you muckin’ around for?” you questioned lightheartedly, slamming your freshly-shined boots (after an unfortunate drunk throw-up incident) upon the oak boards. johnny flinched from the sound, unaccustomed to the constantly-busy atmosphere of a large ship

“do you... need any help? i kinda, feel guilty just lazing about in my quarters.” johnny confessed, a red flush against his face as he rubbed the back of his permanently-sunburned neck. you were taken back for a moment, not used to being offered help

“um... you seem to know how to throw a person off their rhythm! i have nothing on mind as of now, hmmm....” after much consideration, you snapped your fingers with a start. “perhaps consider shadowing me for today! get the feel of a captain’s life—”

“no need, captain. i will take him off your hands for you.”

you turned to see yuki besides you, his feet silent and eyes attentive as always. you sensed the tension still imbedded between you two, gulping as you tugged at the collar of your shirt. for some reason, you immediately felt disappointed at the missing opportunity of tenma being with you

why were you feeling this way?! there was no reason to think like that as a busy, efficient pirate captain!

“thank you, yuki. return him in one piece, alright?” you joked, turning away to review what needed to be done that day. as you left, you didn’t notice yuki place a cold grip on johnny’s shoulder with an uncharacteristically eerie stoic pose

johnny looked after you, wondering what was behind that shroud of spirits who wanted nothing more than to see you freed of them

“you’re quite lucky the captain has taken quite a liking to you, johnny, was it?”

yuki & johnny found themselves ending the ship’s tour in the underground of the main deck, located along the cannons placed in their corresponding holes. the smell of gunpowder and flint was nearly suffocating, but yuki moved with ease and seemed to revel in johnny’s tight expression

“y-yes... the captain is very kind and charitable to take me on board.” johnny managed to get out without coughing, his eyes inspecting the materials and wondered how loud it truly was during battle

“you agreed to come so soon. you have no family of your own?” yuki asked innocently, mindlessly fixing the placements of the bombs behind the barrels. johnny shook his head, explaining it wasn’t an emotional attachment he had to fukusaki

“how... suspiciously fortunate.” yuki deadpanned, suddenly whipping around with a blank stare. it caught johnny off guard, who nearly stumbled back into a cannon. yuki wasn’t armed, but his tense demeanor and personality change was jarring

“listen, kid, i’ve got no clue who you are, but you have no reason to be upon this ship.” with every word, yuki seemed to come closer until his pointer finger pushed in the center of johnny’s chest

“you may have fooled everyone else, but our captain has always been too naive. i see right through you, johnny. who are you, really?”

johnny shuddered, backed against the wall and desperately holding onto anything that can keep his wobbly legs up. he didn’t know if it was the rocky seas or yuki’s simmering anger, but he felt like he was staring straight into one of those cannons

“i’m johnny, an island medium who sees ghosts on your captain. it is my duty to let them go, that’s all.”

a moment passed, before yuki took a few steps back. before johnny could react, he found the tip of a real sword pointed at his neck once again

“you’re lying, i know it. do not make me ask you again, who are you?”

johnny tried to remain placid in the face of a weapon, but he gritted his teeth and couldn’t help himself

“why the hell does it matter to you? are you in love with your captain or something?!”

silence, then yuki lowered his sword. he sheathed it back, before turning and leaving without another word. johnny let out a deep breath, sinking to the floor as he closed his eyes

if johnny listened hard enough, he could hear your spirits try to communicate with him. but, their voices were garbled and unlike anything he’s heard before. who were you and why was he here?

the first time you & johnny met in terms of spirits was two weeks after a pattern of sleepless nights

he already found you teetering close to the edge, your hands folded as you searched for something, or someone, past the blackened seas

it was as if some savage sea monster had spilt its ink-like blood into the waters, the once blue surface that reflected lucky skies now murky and as mysterious as the dark side of the moon

with your usual guarded glint now gone, you still seemed just as capable to be the one responsible for such dark seas

“good evening.” johnny mumbled lowly, placing the lantern besides his feet as he made his way next to you. you hummed, not particularly fazed by his sudden appearance despite not paying attention. it’s as if you had eyes in the back of your head, like a sea monster

“i suppose fukusaki isn’t used to the rocking of wooden ships?” you retorted, to which johnny sharply exhaled through his nose, a sign of amusement at your observation

“nay, but... i haven’t been able to properly maintain my sleep schedule ever since boarding. your spirits... are rather loud for ghosts.”

you full-on laughed at this, disturbing the intimate atmosphere between you two. johnny couldn’t help but smile at your worn-down exterior. you presented yourself like you were made of a glass bottle, but you were as intricate as a carved artisan ship

“try living with them your whole life, boy, then you can start complaining about their volume.” you jested lightheartedly, offering a soft smile at the newest recruit. as you leaned back onto the railing of the ship, you watched the constant surface of the waves, as if you could anchor your endless thoughts to davey jone’s locker

johnny mimicked your position, his elbow knocking into yours. his hands were much too soft for a seasoned sailor, you noticed this in the dim lantern light. for a moment, you let your impulses take over and you wondered how they felt against yours

“pardon my words, but when will you let me speak to them? i can never find you through the day...” johnny began to ask, but trailed off when your salted eyes and weariness became apparent in the way you exhaled quietly

“it is not your fault but mine, johnny. this is my ship and i am the captain, that’s all. i cannot allow myself to suddenly become weak in case i am needed.” you spoke like a true hero, well, as much of a hero a pirate could be

johnny didn’t exactly understand, considering he just got up and left his entire life on a whim of a promise to find out who he was. but, he nodded anyways, watching blurred movements of entities swirl around your head like troubled smoke

“what about now? will you let me—?” when johnny reached out, you immediately stepped back, your lips pressed in a straight line as if restraining your true reaction

“you look for every reason to touch me, don’t you?” you tried to force it out like it was nothing, but it was clear how your boots twisted like they were prepared to run away

when was the last time someone physically comforted you in any sense? or... comforted you at all?

“captain...” johnny mumbled, eyes wide with pity and you couldn’t stand it. he called you captain, but he didn’t revere you like a typical person would. he didn’t flinch at your sword or head held high, it was unnerving

“what is the purpose of having a crew if they cannot help you through this?”

the wind wailing against your ears reminded you of how little time there was in a day, and how the sun would rise soon and this cycle of pretending everything was okay would begin again

it was maddening, to live the same day again and again with no change

johnny perhaps was someone you looked forward to, a diversion from the expected

“do you consider yourself apart of my crew, then?” when johnny took a moment to think, you wondered what he was remembering. was it the night where misumi pretended to fall over board to scare everyone or was it when kazunari didn’t react to seeing a skeleton that time? was it when muku could predict every type of weather for the next day without fail or when yuki finally cracked at a joke after a hour of pretending nothing was funny?

or, was it when you two shared glances across the deck, clinked your glasses a little too long, or when your hands ghosted over another when pulling lines?

“yes, your crew is my own as well. and like them, i wish to help you, if you’d let me.”

you always found yourself unsure around johnny, unaware of how to respond in a way worthy of your pirate captain title. as you hesitated, johnny looked you in the eyes and his eyes reminded you of storm clouds thundering in the distance

“why else would you take me on the ‘sky’? if you didn’t want help?”

perhaps those were words you would reveal later, but you couldn’t bring yourself to share the real answer. it was a gut feeling that your world would be turned upside down, and you were right when you felt your throat dry at johnny’s hopeful gaze

johnny continued on, straightening his usual bent posture and his voice carried, like he was one with nature. as if they supported him unconditionally

“i know this is your own battle to win and this is your ship and you are my—our captain, but please... let’s make a deal.”

you stood, intrigued, as you witnessed a side of johnny never seen before. once meek, once easily intimidated, now talked to you like an equal

“let’s promise to say things we both really feel. be honest with me, do you want me to help? to remove the spirits and let them move on?” when you nodded, johnny let out a breath of relief and moved closer, gathering your hands in his. when you didn’t pull away and only tensed, he spoke as if he was sure things would change

“i can help you, i can make them go away. you bring me back to my home, i let your spirits go home. deal?”

“is that how you truly feel?”

“and more.” johnny’s eyes glanced down, and you felt your heart stutter as if the surface rocked

“i feel the same way. i wish to help you.”

that night, you remembered for the first time in a long time, a captain was nothing without its crew

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gritsandbrits · 3 years

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Freleng in the Loonatics Reboot

Freleng is a rocky desert planet and the birthplace of the Loonatics' founder Zadavia. Located not far from Earth's solar system, it is the center of intergalactic commerce and wormhole Technology.

Population: Exact number unknown; but the native species are homo sapiens, and several anthros (bird, foxes, lizard and cat). The natives are referred to as the Frelegese.

Capital City: Blanc; here it is not longer a separate planet but the largest region and home of Freleng's aristocracy.

Goverment: Sovereign and council with Code of Honor; Zadavia and Optimatus were both crowned sovereign (not unheard of but rare on Freleng). After Optimatus seized power it became an absolute monarchy bordering on dictatorship.

Rebel Force: Headed by The Duchess, and her charge Sir Tweetums. The Duchess's twin sister was jailed on accounts of conspiracy. Disbanded after Zadavia came back into power and restored the constitution.

Economy: Boasts a strong mining industry, advanced technology, and trade. Uses wormhole Technology to go across different points of the universe

Transport: The royal family uses the Intergalactic Quasar Train; standard space ships and hovercrafts

Climate: Lack of winter; warm all year round with a short yet powerful rainy season equivalent to a monsoon

Wildlife: Some native flora and fauna are considered rare by galactic standards; oases dot the planet; several shrubs and cacti grow freely.

Cuisine: Fish, meats, usually imports food from other planets. Edible native berries; leaves and harmless rocks are grinded up into edible powder for medical consumption

Lifestyle: Main form of entertainment is music, particularly singing and rock music. Traditional musical instruments are string, synth waves, and percussion.

Attire: Most attire are made of lightweight durable fabrics, dyed using crystal powder or natural plant pigments. Certain colors can be afforded by high class and the aristocracy. Lower class tends to use cheaper dyes producing a range of shades from rustic brown to acid green. Long dresses, bodysuits and cloaks are standard wear, mostly to protect against the sun and occasional dust storm. High class tends to wear intricate outfits with sparkly, astral fabric.

Architecture: Huge spires made of raw crystal. Lower class tends to live in adobes, domes, or settlement near bodies of water.

Education; High emphasis on free thinking; Montessori styled schooling for normal class. Lower class encourages homeschooling and apprenticeships. High class and royal employ private tutors. Subjects include geology, astronomy, and chemistry

Military: Sentinels guards the wormhole generator, and perform patrol duty all around the planet for bandits and escaped galactic criminals. Elite Soldiers handpicked by the sovereign and granted special abilities based on color rank. General Deuce was the youngest leader in recorded history until his betrayal.

Law: Focused on diplomacy. Constitution is the Code of Honor; fair process and trial. Does not believe nor condone death penalties. Exile is the highest level of punishment. Aristocracy can be placed under temporary or permanent house arrest depending on crime. There are no cops, as establishments tend to hire mercs or form own patrol bands. But Sentinels get involved in case independent patrols aren't enough.

Color Meaning: Colors play a significant part in freleng mythology

Yellow = Leadership; compassion and heart, guides

Green = Planets; metal and rock, signifies "grounded" as well as magnetism

Pink = Mind: free thinking, strategic

Orange = Space: space travel, celestial bodies like stars

Red = Time: speed and diligence, hard work

Purple: Storm; water is very important in the nourishment of Freleng's wildlife and nature but also wind energy

Silver: Royalty, energy

Blue: Friendship, companionship

Dark red/Brown; mourning, remembrance, guilt and regret, atonement

#planet freleng #loonatics unleashed reboot #loonatics unleashed #looney tunes #zadavia #general deuce

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paversandplatters · 3 years

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||𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙|| (5/20)

Apocalypse! Au (TW! Minor gore and cussing)

Reader x multiple

Chapter 5: A Flock Found

They pack a wheel barrow to the brim with the newly acquired supplies they find not botheringing to leave behind much of anything, making sure to cop the twenty five gallon container of gasoline from the tool shed out back behind the building... Lord knows they'll need for the grand task ahead of them. By the time the light in the south western sky began to fade from a light gray to pink over the backwaters of the panhandle they're ready. They slip outside through the rectory's side door and creep single file along the edge of the property. Y/n takes the lead, periodically glancing over her shoulder for any sign of the herd that had crossed the highway or any sign of the group that occupied this space all too recently. She carries a glock with a full magazine just in case. The dusky air gets clammy and cool on the back of the stranger's neck as he follows them to the car. They climb in hurriedly, stowing their provisions in the rear cargo bay. Y/n kicks the engine on as the newcomer clambers into the passenger seat next to her- much to the dismay of the other two- unfolding an old dogeared map.

"They usually stick pretty close to the ocean." He says almost to himself, silently calculating the mileage between them and the gulf. "Probably should start down by Perry or Carwfordville." He senses movement ahead of them through the windshield and glances up in time to see a couple of jagged shadows emerging from the woods about a hundred yards away, drawn to the sound of their engine. Garbled growls can be heard over the drone of crickets. The trace smell of garbage on the breeze, the light and space of the outdoors is almost overwhelming to him. He feels like he's been asleep for a hundred years, locked away in that dank and dirty church- he starts to feel dizzy.

Y/n gooses the accelerator and the SUV lurches away. He sinks into his seat as they roar down the road, swerving to avoid the half dozen or so biters now skulking out of the woods blocking their path. They sideswipe one the creatures, ripping a chunk of its shoulder, splattering fresh gore across the glass of his side window.

"You get used to it." she states after he flinches in disgust. He just stares at the splatter, flecks of bone chips, and a long trail of black bile.

"I don't think anyone can get used to that ..." Nick mutters from the back seat.

Night falls and the darkness deepens behind the trees on either side of the road. Most of the streetlights in this part of the country have gone the same way as the internet or cable TV, so the road only gets darker and darker as they head south towards the steaming thickets and festering swamps of the coastal lowlands. The going is slow, most of the two lanes are crowded with rusted out wreckages ,the carcasses of cars and trucks so old now that the weeds and switchgrass have begun to grow up from their metal endoskeletons. The two young men in the rear breathe heavily, thickly, half asleep while Y/n drives and softly hums some forgotten tune. They had passed the jerky and water around a few minutes ago- their standard fare of supper- and now their bellies growl and their eyelids droop with exhaustion.

"You never gave your name..." His hushed voices rings out from the shotgun seat.

"Hadn't crossed my mind at the time, sorry about that... It's Y/n" She chuckles softly. "The one with the headband is Nick but goes by Sapnap, don't ask i don't know- the other one with the accent is George." he just simply hums in reply.

"What about you big guy? What do they call you?"

He takes a moment to regard the woman seated next to him; his head still trying to wrap itself around this complete stranger who's shown him nothing but kindness. On the one hand, she seems trustworthy enough, friendly, a good listener, courteous and capable of single handedly taking out an entire chapel full of reanimated corpses... On the other hand she seems like a walking time bomb. He'd seen her type before- they type that's too kind until something or someone breaks that trust. A hairline trigger. The sad fact is he doesn't have a large array of options. Staying in that hellhole of a church with those enslavers, listening to the groans of the dead, waiting for whatever those bastards would do next quickly loses its charm... Seeing the aftermath of her cleaning house with that knife had given him an odd charge- a cathartic release. He's also aware that he'd never be able to find the caravan on his own given the sorry state he's in. He really has no choice but to go along with her and her scruffy ass men and hope for the best.

"I don't have a name.. that is, one that I can remember.."

She desperately wants to pry, how could he not remember his own name? But the thousand yard stare and glassy gaze is enough to stop her from inquiring any further. "Well we've gotta call you something big guy." She's met with silence in response. "Alright, I guess Big Guy it is then." He offers only a meek hum in response. In an attempt to silence his own raging thoughts his eyes landed on the red bandanna tied to the rearview mirror for what was probably the hundredth time since he started on this way too long car ride.

"... What's that about?" He points to the red scarf.

"It belonged to a friend of mine a long while back, before Sapnap and George were a thing." Her hands tighten their hold on the wheel. "I was caught by 'traders' and he was stuck in the same hole as me... Couldn't have been any older than fourteen at the time. One night the compound was under attack, their front gate was breached- luckily we were kept at the very back end, so when the opportunity came we managed to escape our holding cell and I hoisted him over the wall. Told him to keep running, to not look back. He got away but I was caught again," She takes in a deep breath before resuming her story.

"I was quickly sold off to some asshole who had these two chained up for breaking into their stores... one thing led to another and we snuck out and snagged this ride... we've been moving around since." It was obvious by her tone there was a lot she was leaving out and probably for a good reason. Notably the two in the back seat were dead silent, so much so that it made the air feel heavy and dense enough to cut with a sharp enough knife. Suddenly he was wishing he hadn't bothered to ask in the first place

"That sign back there," He manages, desprate to break the heavy air "Said 'Cross city 12 miles" He glances up from the map in his lap, gazing out the side window at the stewing darkness of Dixie County Florida. "Got a feeling we're getting close."

The vast patchwork of wetlands passes in a blur on either side of them. The land oozing a low blanket of methane as gray as mold, clinging to the shadows of pine thickets and gullies like dirty lace. The air smells briny and rotten with dead fish. Every few minutes they pass the ruins of a small town or wreckage strewn trailer parks. No sign of survivors in these parts, though only the occasional silhouette of an upright corpse shambling by, it's eyes like twin yellow reflectors in the darkness.

"We can't just keep burning gas all night." Sapnap says from his place in the rear, his voice all cranked up with pain and panic "and we can't just go off of what you overheard those traders talking about- Much less go off of feelings.." Big guy just keeps a neural face.

"We're in the ballpark" He persists "Believe me they'll be hard to miss." Y/n grips the steering wheel, her jaw working overtime on a piece of gum, snapping and chewing complusively as she drives.

"How many vehicles do they have in this convoy?" George questions between wheezy breaths.

"No idea... but it's quite a few ."

"That's pretty general."

"They'll be easy to spot." He replies once more, gazing back out at the darkness. "Our best bet is to follow the coast, they like to keep close to the water.."

"Why's that?"

He shrugs. "According to those 'traders' they keep their eyes peeled for ships or any possible way they might get their asses the hell out of here. Most of the bigger boats around here have been destroyed by the hurricane that hit a couple years ago, so it's a long shot that they'll find anything..."

They're about to give up the search when they start to climb the gentle slope- at first so gradual it's almost unnoticeable - up the side of a vast malodorous landfill- the barren trash-strewn scrubland to their left reaches across miles of sandy berms, all the way down to the deserted ghostly boardwalks that wind their way along the beaches. The sky has begun to bruise pink with predawn light and Y/n has just started to say something when the Big Guy sees the first faint streaks of red dots in the distant haze.

"LOOK!" He points his large gnarled hand down at the far dunes of ashen white sand winding along the coast. The surface is so pocked and windswept it resembles the dark side of the moon.

"Where?" She cranes her neck, slowing the vehicle down to a crawl.

"I don't see anything."

"About Half a mile up there... Look at the tail lights!"

She takes a deep cleansing breath as she finally sees the caravan chugging along the coastal road in the predawn light, it looks like embers throwing up puffs of smoke in their wake.

"Holy shit, I see it." A big smile washes over her face, Glad she decided to follow through with this insane plan.

"What do you think of those boys?" The two young men in the rear lean forward, transfixed by the sight, each of them rapt and silent as they gaze at the convoy.

"What are you doing?! Blaster your horn at them," George stutters anxiously. "Don't let them get away !"

Y/n smiles to herself, in her former life she used to be fascinated by the wildlife shows, often catching them in the late night showings after work before she turning in for the night. She remembers one episode in particular, on the behavior of sheep vs the behavior of wolves. She remembers the flock mentality; the sheep moving almost as one, easily managed by a single sheepdog. She remembers the instinct of the Wolf, stealthy, patient as it and its pack creep up on the flock. She shoots a glance across the dark interior at the larger man sat next to her before turning her head to face the two sat behind them.

"I have a better idea."

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