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Live Free, Chapter 18: You Thought It Was Over?! The Bonus Chapter!!

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Chapter Summary: Fun facts! Stats! Four-panel comics! AND WITH THESE THINGS, the announcement that we’ve written 45k+ words of the sequel and have four full chapters in the wings (some of them waiting to be edited, but still)! So expect a new fic very soon, hopefully. uvu Thank you for reading!

Writing by @splickedylit and @toastyhat, 4panels by toasty b/c it was on splickedy’s birthday request list and it had to get done somehow.  anyway, SPLICKEDY DON’T LOOK YET okay bye

Further Observations
  • There are more than 3000 floors to Kane Co Tower, if the number behind Kane when he walks into his office are to be believed. The current tallest building the WORLD is only a couple-hundred.  WE GET IT DUDE YOURS IS BIGGER.
  • Casual reminder Texas punches the inside of his car to make it do things instead of pressing buttons
  • also he appears to have two gas pedals so he can just slAM BOTH FEET ON THEM AS HARD AS POSSIBLE
  • We see exactly one (1) female Kane Co. executive (excluding Julie) and she appears to be a very curvy middle-aged black lady who I have immediately decided is Claire’s mom
  • OKAY BUT IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE THAT’S HOW CLAIRE AND JULIE ENDED UP FRIENDS!  Kane wouldn’t let just anybody be his precious Julie-Bear’s friend!  Claire’s mom is part of Kane’s Board of Directors!  YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS HEADCANON FROM ME
  • Almost every time we catch a brief glimpse of Chuck’s eyes he’s making a face like >8C  like this boy is scared but also he is ready to Throw Down
  • Jacob has canonically created AIs that can feel loyalty, fear and kinship, and that can be moved by speeches/emotionally engaged.  
  • So honestly, we’re a go for any android headcanon anybody wants to throw around, lbr.
  • The face Mike makes when Chuck is like “I’d have to save you life and let’s face it, that ain’t gonna happen” literally breaks my heart EVERY TIME he’s so sad that Chuck’s sad oh my god.
  • related: the face Chuck makes when Mike pins the crown pin on his chest makes me UNBELIEVABLY GODDAMN EMOTIONAL holy crap he’s so happy
  • Rayon could literally punch me in the face and I would be like HAHA WOW
  • The Duke is REALLY PISSED about Mike accidentally wrecking one half-built car-frame, but literally fires fully-built limos out of a cannon at people.  WHAT IS THE TRUTH
  • Listening to Chuck babbling while trying to drive in Blonde Thunder like AT LEAST LET HIM SWEAR HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO HE IS DYING

*brady bunch music plays muffled in the distance* 
FINALLY decided to colour this. A “5 years later” sort of au for the burners

i WILL be drawing more characters (i have a lot of design ideas) as well as full bodies for these guys. this was me just trying to get a vibe for the style ahh

[Motorcity Fic] kid!Duke/kid!Rayon - What Thunder Said

Note: Because Mirre keeps coming up with prompts I CAN’T HELP BUT WRITE even though I have all this uni stuff to do, haha! So, this is basically how the Duke and Rayon would have met, I suppose? (P.S: Sorry in advance if there’s like pronoun confusion or whatever– It is exceptionally difficult to write a pov fic without using a character’s name, ffft)




The ceiling roared with a life and vigor of its town. There was no rain or lightning, not yet, but the thunder grumbled with the strength of a hundred lions. It echoed and beat across Motorcity, almost threateningly—but there was a boy who absolutely loved it. Thunder was the best bass to the concerts he held in his mind.

Much of Motorcity was still uncharted, empty and abandoned. It was a whole land out there for him to discover and make his; a large map full of treasures and beauties waiting for him to find them, because no one else could appreciate the treasures of this city the same way he did. The scene dressed itself before him, like a wide panorama. He noticed the tree first—because it was impossible to miss. It was huge, imposing, probably ages old, and it glowed with a soft magical tingle. Its giant roots grew into an old abandoned building, greyed and ruined by the torches of time and decay. Cracks and holes decorated the desolate structure, looking almost eerie and haunted. But the boy couldn’t see it that way. To him, the land was an ugly duckling waiting to blossom. There was so much potential here, he knew.

So little trees were left in Motorcity that the boy wondered how this place could go unnoticed for so long. Not that he cared. Even if there were people here, he’d find a way to make it his. He’d clean it up and make it into the beautiful dove it deserved to be.

Thunder shook the world again, this time rain splashing down with it. The boy skipped with a grin, throwing a great riff on his air guitar while he sung the notes out loud.

The echo changed as soon as he stepped into the abandoned building, taking shelter from the rain. The sound of his voice jumped from concrete to concrete like a beautiful symphony. He strutted, making spins on the ground, imagining a crowd of loyal minions enjoying his show. He stuck his tongue out as another thunder hit and he changed riffs accordingly.

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[Motorcity Fic] Duke/Chuck/Rayon - Electric Blossom

Author’s Notes:

And here it is, the giant fic sequel to Lasso as commissioned by Mirre once again! I’ve never written a single fic this long before so I’m sorry if there details and stuff that seem odd. Also, I wrote most of this in the aftermath of finding out that Motorcity wasn’t going to be renewed. Guess you could say this story is how I vented out my feelings.

Oh yeah, disclaimer– most of the italic section titles are lyrics from Panic!At the Disco songs– except two two that are from The Paper Kites’ Bloom. As for the piano song(s) that Rayon plays later, it could be anything– probably something jazzy. Personally, I was listening to that piano medley from Sakamichi no Apollon and Chopin’s La Fantaisie.

Warnings: GUILT. GUILT. GUILT. Threesome.



Don’t you see? I’m the narrator and this is just the prologue.

When Julie got back to the garage, she hopped off 9Lives and rushed upstairs to the lounge. Urgency was written all over her face and she expected to find her friends up and ready to listen. Her boots clicked against the floor as she ran to where she saw Dutch standing a few feet away from Mike and Chuck. She registered the tension too late. What happened? Jules had never seen either Mike or Chuck look so… angry. Chuck was shrinking with frustration, cheeks red, while Mike stared up at him with complete and total disbelief. They weren’t talking, but anyone present could hear the silent shouting and blaming. 

Chuck opened his mouth to protest. Mike didn’t let him start. 

“Why didn’t just tell us—me? We—I could’ve helped! I could’ve done something! Don’t you realize how stupid this is? How reckless—How—You…!” The brunet cried. He couldn’t even express himself. 

“Reckless, Mike? I’m the reckless one?” Chuck finally snapped. “I had no choice! You were going to him willingly! Nearly every night at some point, too!”

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