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I had a dream about the Sorry Boys last night.
• It was a video, Where Tommy, Phil and Charlie where pirates stuck on this pier
• Even though there was a boat docked at the pier
• Because
• “You don’t just get on another pirates boat without permission-“ - Charlie
• W*lbur was there
• And he was this starfish/octopus hybrid in the water
• I’m talking he had his face and his fringe
• But the rest was starfish
• And then octopus leggies
• And he’d just say oddly weird shit
• And then make biting noises and disappear into the water, And would reappear moments later to do it again
• Then it turns out the boat was Charlie’s
• He just forgot.
• So they hit W*lbur with the boat and sail out to sea
• The End
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I don't think I've posted this on this blog. And as usual im stupid busy close to when i need to make something.
Happy anniversary in space with markiplier. This series literally changed my life. Like... It's stupid how much it did. For the better of course.
Engie. Captain. I'll be forever in your debt. Thank you.
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they like a boy, and i’m not a boy
inspired from this post <3
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“I am alright~ Just the usual glitch spikes and exploiters to deal with. All amateurs to deal with in comparison to yours truly~!”
They quirked a playful smile at this.
“I’m glad you’ve been doing well too.”
“Narry~? It’s me, my dear. Sorry, I’ve been in the code so long. Sometimes the numbers just get wrapped around my head. Where are you? How’ve you been?”
Spoke the figure, softly. They stepped into the light of the office to reveal lavender hair, gold orb eyes and white star freckles on pale skin. They also wore a dark cloak and golden leafs in their hair.
Stood in the office was the centre of androgyny.
The Player.
If you did not follow the path of Stanley, you’d be enticed by the Player.
You’d become the Player.
Dragged away from the scripts and code, to free choice of good and evil.
At first, the pair being long term enemies but now long term friends, a deal of understanding and mutual respect stemming from long years in the game of TSP.
“Narry~?”
"Player?" The Narrator called out back to them, looking at his computer screen in surprise.
After double checking and realizing that it was them, he immediately called for a door closest to the player as he bolted out of his chair. Reaching for his office's door, he threw it open as a white flash of light appeared from inside before it dimmed and revealed The Player in front of him in the office.
"Player! Oh my goodness... It's been so long since I've last seen you. And please- don't worry about me, I've been as fine as I could be given the circumstances. H-how are you? How have you been recently?" He greets excitedly, walking up to them and looking at them in awe.
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the sillies
is this ooc? yea
can they be a bit silly? yea
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Ink Stained Hands | Anne x Sunhaven Farmer Oc
Creia wasn’t having the best day today. They’d woken up to Peter at their dock and a squid flinging ink all over their farm! With not much thought, they hightailed it over to him and soon found themselves fishing up forty odd fish for the fisher, so he could end this so called rivalry with a giant squid! Said fish exploded when met with extreme force, by the way! Which wasn’t too pleasant on their hands, the scales digging against their skin, creating scrapes and sores.
But eventually, it was over.
Peter promised the squid would be gone for the rest of the year, at the bare minimum. And Creia got to relax at the back of his boat as he took them home. They jumped onto the deck and waved him off.
Then it hit them.
They had a farm covered in ink to cover up.
Wonderful.
•
Anne wasn’t sure where Creia had been all day. She hadn’t seen them at her cart. Or at the town square. Or at the general store. Or at the stalls. She hadn’t gotten worried at first, knowing how busy the life of a farmer could get. But it was late now. Creia wouldn’t be doing anything at this hour. They shouldn’t be doing anything at this hour. And they still hadn’t come to see Anne-
So, that’s why she found herself marching over to their farm at 9pm to give them a piece of her mind!
Her shoes clacked against the stone bridge connecting the town to Creia’s farm. Then she saw them. They looked exhausted but they stood cleaning up what looked like squid ink, if Anne had to guess.
She quietly walked over to them and wrapped her arms around them. They were so tired they didn’t even flinch, leaning into her hold as the broom they’d been holding fell from their grasp and clattered onto the floor.
“Hi Annie..”
“Hey Sweets~ What’s going on here?”
“…Mm.. helped Peter with a squid.. It covered my farm in ink-“
“I see. I think it’s time for bed now, cutie.”
“Okay…”
Anne scooped Creia up into her arms, carrying them inside. She usually would make them change their clothes, considering how dirty it was but they were just so tired, she didn’t want to bother them with that now. She loved Creia enough to get her clothes dirty just this once.
The pair made it inside, Anne slowly getting them both into pyjamas. She then dragged them over to Creia’s mermaid style bed, Creia curling into her side and falling right to sleep as they snuggled into her chest.
Anne smiled fondly at this, running a hand through their hair as she too fell asleep alongside them.
#sunhaven farmer oc#sunhaven fanfiction#sunhaven game#sun haven anne#sun haven game#sunhaven#sun haven#sunhaven Anne
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#ADateWithNarry
“Narry, baby, I’m hurt you’d forget about little old me~ How about a little dinner so I’m not so forgettable to your heart, love~?”
"Player!" The Narrator exclaims in recognition, a warm feeling washing over him at the sight of someone he hasn't seen in ages.
"...No i- I never forgot about you. Not once."
"It's really wonderful to see you again." He smiles softly before focusing on the event.
He pauses, "You've certainly gotten my attention, dear Player. Perhaps I can nudge Oswin's favour into letting me have a date with you. But only time will tell I'm afraid..."
"...though, who's to say we can't have our date after this whole event is over? I'm sure Oswin and their partner can arrange something." He adds quietly with a small smirk.
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New Dress - Anne x OC!Farmer | Fanfiction
Creia, a demon who formerly lived in the big city, was now the farmer of Sun Haven. It’d been a big and busy part of their new life, and they were finally starting to make some decent money! Which was all thanks to the last few days they’d spent tending to flowers of different varieties whilst they built up some wooden beehives.
It was rather pretty to look up at the higher part of their farm, now that it was covered in flowers. The humming and buzzing of all the bees was also rather melodious to hear. Especially on the early summer mornings, when the sun was cooler and they could tend to their crops.
It was all a lot of work~
So, with the impending payout they’d be getting each day with the added honey money, they decided to head to the new clothing shop that had just opened up! They’d helped fund it, so they got a small discount at the location~ Creia was also getting rather uncomfortable and tired of wearing their now mud stained, long sleeved pink shirt they’d been wearing when they arrived to Sun Haven.
It was a nice early morning stroll to the shop in time for its opening. They gave Emmett a kind wave, before walking over to the mannequins to see what was on display that day.
Then they saw it.
A silk fluffy dress in pink, their favourite colour. It was sleeve less and light weight, perfect for the hot weather. It went down to their knees, and mixed soft dulcet pinks with their favourite pastel pink. The blue gem on the front was also a treat, adding a unique beauty to the dress.
“Emmett?”
“Oh- Yes Creia?”
“How much is the dress over here?”
“8000 gold.”
“…I’ll take it-“
Anne would like to say their days had changed slightly ever since she’d befriended Creia, the new farmer. The two had become fast friends which lead to Creia bringing her treats from their farm produce, which Anne was all to welcome for~
It’d been her usual morning of walking down to the general store, Creia waiting for her at the end of the bridge like she always did. The pair were both busy individuals but always tried to catch one another at the start of the day if they could.
Anne could just about see Creia now! Were they wearing something different..?
Anne wasn’t going to lie. Once her brain processed what Creia was wearing, she felt her face flush red. They looked absolutely ravishing, for a farmer- Her a soft smile fell on her face as the pair where finally in talking distance.
“Wow Creia~ You’re looking snazzy this morning.” Cooed Anne.
Creia laughed softly at this, their face a similar colour to their dress.
“Thanks Anne, my profits are getting bigger each day, so I decided it was time to treat myself.” They explained.
“Well, I’d say this is a delectable treat indeed~”
“Oh hush, Annie, don’t be a tease-“
“Only for you Rei-Rei~”
The two resolved into silly chuckles before both having to run off for the day.
They both dreamt in the backs of their mind of a day where they could wake up and fall asleep together each day.
But for now Creia would simply just shower Anne in treats of their labour. As would Anne, with the occasional flirtatious word or touch as the pair passed each other by in town.
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IF U ARE MY FRIEND AND YOU LOVE ME VOTE A DATE WITH DEATH /hj
It’s streambuds stream Saturday but we can’t all get together for AA this week! So what would you guys like to see us play tonight at 8 pm CST?
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Chibi Bandit & OC Cei for @clemblog 💝 for my Valentine Event ✨
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ABSHSHDHD YES THIS IS SO CUTE-
It's the thought that counts... Merry Christmas from the crew leads!
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i havent played lethal company but from what ive heard of it this is what it is right?
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Mack, please. Let the crew leads eat in peace.
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wawawa captaineer short fic writing
You Can’t Catch Him Now
There’s blood on the side of the ship.
The Captain stood in shock, having watched Mark. Their best friend. Go flying out the window of the ship. There was no time for mourning. The ship was crumbling. They couldn’t save him. They needed to save everyone else.
There’s scratches all over the floor.
They brushed past the markings on the floor where he’d tried to hold on but had ultimately failed. Fixing lift support went off with a breeze.
Shadows of us are still dancing.
They ignored his name on their tablet as they paged the other crew leads. This needed everyone’s assistance.
In every room and every hall,
They promised they’d tell the group what had happened to Mark once the ship was safe. It was hard to focus when they saw him everywhere. Let alone recount what had happened too..
There’s tears falling over the ship,
They explained what had happened, tears rolling down their face under their helmet. Gunther looked like he was going to cry. So did Burt. And Celci. And Tyler. This was hell. This was a nightmare.
You thought that it would wash away.
The group had worked in a sad silence as they got the ship prepared to dock at the nearby habitable planet. Working didn’t make anyone feel better about what had happened.
The bitter taste of his fury,
The Captain laid awake in bed. Tomorrow the rest of the crew would be awakened and they’d have to explain what had transpired on the ship. And who they’d lost. They feared the level of grief that’d run through the ship and any anger that may be directed towards them. They hadn’t saved him…
And all of the messes he made,
They felt guilty for stepping into his quarters. It was an organised mess that was so Mark. They just needed something.. something of his that’d get them through this day.
Yeah, we think that he got away,
It was an emotional docking day onto the planet. The engineering team was a wreck. None of the other crews were much better. They’d only just managed to pull it together to get a camp together on the planet.
But he’s in the trees, he’s in the breeze
The Captain stared fondly at the night sky, the trees covering them mostly from the breeze that played with their hair. They liked this spot. The plantation was a dark red here. Mark’s favourite colour.
His footsteps on the ground,
They found their heart beating a little faster at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching them. Reminding them of Mark. But it was never him. Always just an animal. Or a passing crew member. But more often than not, it was Chica. Their newly adopted doggy daughter.
You’ll see his face in every place,
People with dark hair. Soft brown eyes. Overarching enthusiasm. It was so Mark. They missed him so much. And seeing said individuals made them hurt so much more. But you can’t charge a person for looking like the man you loved. Yeah… The man they loved..
But you can’t catch him now,
They sighed fondly at Chica charging around a field. The Captain held a bag on their hip full of her dog toys. Ever since Mark had… passed… She’d much rather chase the breeze out in the fields and bark at the wind. She never seemed able to catch what she was wanting however. She’d pad back over to them a little downtrodden but with a new determination each time they went back out to play.
Through wading grass, the months will pass,
Chica would slowly start to play with her toys with the Captain, the two wading through the long bladed fields together. When the Captain grew tired however, she’d go back to chasing the wind.
You’ll feel it all around.
Looking after Chica and their crew was slowly healing the Captain’s wounds. Accepting help and giving help was always rewarded with slow walks in the fields and kisses against their skin from a gentle breeze, wiping away their sweat from a busy day.
He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere.
It was a never soft day snuggled up with Chica under the night sky for the Captain. Staring up at the sky that had taken Mark away from them. It was so cruel. Yet so beautiful. It was so… Mark.
But you can’t catch him now.
They hoped wherever the universe had laid him to rest, that he was happy there. Maybe laid in a bed of flowers. Coated in a blanket of leaves to act as the coffin he’d never get.
No, you can’t catch him now.
He was something the Captain didn’t think they’d ever get over until the day they died. Their heart ached for him everyday. But it’d finally stopped hurting at least.
Bet you thought he’d never do it.
The pain had quelled so much that they opened Engineer Park with a fond smile on their face. A statue of their beloved, stood smiling in the centre announcing him as the beloved creator of the Invincible II. The man who’d achieved the impossible. And brought them all home.
Thought it’d go over my head.
They also headed and sorted through his belongings. A lot of it they’d keep. Some would be given to friends. The rest was gifted to colonists who needed it.
I bet you figured he’d pass with the winter.
With the statue in its prized position, every colonist and crew would remember Mark and his story. Children were given first and middle names matching the great head engineers, in hopes of inspiring the same charm and intelligence in them. The Captain was glad he was held so highly in their new home. It was what he deserved after everything.
Be something easy to forget.
The Captain would chuckle fondly, looking at the list of first generation children they’d mentor with M related names. The children’s eyes were filled with wonder that they were ready to nurture and enlighten. To help them find themselves in this new exciting world.
Oh, you think he’s gone cause he left,
There would still be hard days but the Captain would just walk out to the field with Chica, their old girl. And they’d always feel better.
But he’s in the trees, he’s in the breeze,
Time would have its ups and downs. Especially when Chica finally grew too old to play in the field, the two opting to just relax out there instead. It’s where she’d eventually be laid to rest. The Captain would find the wind up there a lot stronger after such, like there were now two breezes passing through instead of the usual one.
Our footsteps on the ground.
The Captain would follow their beloved dog and dear head engineer not long after, being buried alongside their furry friend, looking up at the sky where the love of their life rested. The three united together at last.
You’ll see their faces in every place.
If you sat out in that lonesome field, you’d feel anything but alone as three separate breezes passed by your face and amongst the flowers.
But you can’t catch them now.
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