side crane


“ When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor.“

–Elon Musk

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

“He glances towards the side, craning his neck to get a view at [Tim] curled up on the love-seat in a red-sweater vest. [Tim] shrugs. “Nothing much. Just perusing some of the books in the library."”

an excerpt from @heartslogos fic, It all Began - with an Idea

(Summary: Timothy Jackson Drake was conceived in mind before body. He is- was, always will be- an idea. And ideas never really die- do they?)

  • Mantis: Remember that time you dared me to lick that swingset?
  • Crane: No, I said, "Mantis, don't lick the swingset," and you said, "Don't tell me what to do, Crane." And then you licked the swingset.
Yet Another Gajevy One Shot

Since I love writing so much, especially Gajevy, heres a little apartment AU for you where Gajeel tries to buy a piano. Enjoy! :) It’s not too long, only a little over one thousand words.

Her heels clanked up the steps to her apartment, each footfall hitting the concrete harder than the last. After a horrible day all Levy wanted to do was go home and rest, but it seemed her neighbors had other plans when she walked right into a sideways piano.

Full ebony and way too large for the walkway, the piano was tilted so one side of it was hanging over the railing, blocking the way to her apartment. Levy was too short to even see over the huge thing but she could make out some voices talking on the other side. She craned her neck and caught a glimpse of a hand holding the end that was over the railing, the only thing keeping the piano from tipping over and falling to the ground.

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THIS EPISODE WAS AWESOME. OMG! I AM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW! •We got to see Abbie’s VULNERABILITY with her father. She sounded she was close to tears! She opened up to Crane about it, and he encouraged and supported her. Ajsjfjfkffmfkd! My feels! •He’s glad Abbie is by his side •Crane side-eyeing the HECK out of Daniel! Lol! •Crane cleaning up Abbie’s house to earn his keep. Amen! He still need a job though. •Crane singing again! Yes! •Crane cooking dinner for Abbie; super sweet. :) •Crane finding Abbie’s lingerie in HIS basket?? Ajdjfjfjf! I’m dead! •Jenny and Joe working together. Yes! so cute. •Danabbie got nicknames for each other (Danny and abbs) feels! •Abbie touching Crane’s chest after he got attacked by the monster. I can’t breathe! •Pandora creating havoc in the Hollow; love her spells; she’s awesome •Glad Betsy is still the past. Hope she stays there •Ichabbie finding out about Pandora EARLY in the season and not late •Again, we get to see ABBIE AND JENNY’S FATHER THIS SEASON! YES!


Over a deep black part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown a wooden bridge; the road that led to it, and the bridge itself, were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom about it, even in the daytime; but occasioned a fearful darkness at night. Such was one of the favorite haunts of the Headless Horseman, and the place where he was most frequently encountered…

“If I can but reach that bridge,” thought Ichabod, “I am safe.”

Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

So apparently there’s been a bit of hullabaloo about Crane acting out of character by living with Abbie, cleaning her house, and being a little silly when doing it. I love that scene, and I wondered if it was meant to be more significant than just delightful filler, so I’ve been working through it quite a bit. After some thought, I want to contribute my own (obnoxiously over-analytic) discourse on why I actually think that it’s an excellent scene that reveals a side of Crane’s personality that doesn’t get explored often enough.

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100 Words: One Minute (Blurb #28) Ichabbie Fanfic

I did a thing. I saw fans talking about Crane’s astral form and not being able to hug Abbie because of it. I decided to write it. I don’t think anyone has yet. I don’t know how the actual scene will go, but here’s my take. This chess game is so inaccurate by the way. Lol I don’t play chess at all. It didn’t feel angsty enough to me, but I hope you like it. :)

           A chess board with red and white pieces sat on a boulder. In her tattered clothes, she crawled over to it. She wanted it, and it appeared. The Underworld was funny like that. Made things appear. She couldn’t get the actual Crane, but chess was close enough. A memory would do. She beat him last time.

           She moved a piece on her side. “Your turn, Crane.”

           She shifted a knight for him.

           “Nice.” She lifted another one of her knights. “I’m better though.”

           He’d say something smug; she relocated his rook. She slide her piece and then his. Back and forth. Back and forth.  Back and forth. Back and forth. Her last move. She formed a small smile, remembering the way his fingers wiggled and his eyebrows sunk down toward his eyes.

           “Checkmate,” she said.

           Her smile left. He wasn’t in front of her. Just the cave wall. She didn’t know really. Nothing looked as it was. She felt like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole and seeing all kinds of strange creatures and people. “Curiouser and curiouser” as she said. Curiouser indeed.

           Abbie stared at the space in front of her. Stared and stared and breathed and breathed until it was heavy. Her hands bunched her curly hair; she shut her eyes. Then she scrambled the pieces and chess board itself everywhere. It hit the ground.

           Damn him.

           She missed him too much. Even a little more than Jenny and Joe. She’s needed to get out of here; she needed her sister and Joe. Him. Crane. Standing up, she paced, paced, and paced with her hands on her hips or her hands in her hair. All she could do was breath and speak to the floor and vines. She said his words.

           “Have faith, Leftenant. All we really get is one another.” She bit her lip. The tears came. “I choose to forge my fate with you.”

           What did Henry tell them? To cling to each other? Hold on to their connection because it was the key to surviving? She’d hold on to something. Had to. For her sake and his.

           “Leftenant? Abbie?”

           His voice sounded real, too real from behind her. She chuckled. Losing it, she was. Of course, she’d talk back though.

           “You’re in my head, Crane.”

           “Abbie, I assure you I am not. Turn around.”

           She did, and there he was. She ran.

           His hands quickly outstretched as he said, “Leftenant. Don’t. I’m not in my real form. I am a projection,  a hologram as you call it.”

           She almost didn’t stop herself. When she did, she stood as close to him as possible. Right there. He was literally right there. Centimeters. Whatever was smaller than centimeters. That’s how close she was. His breath swept down her face toward her collar bone. He smelled like leaves and books. Like Crane. Her Crane. Why couldn’t she touch him? The one thing she wanted most and she couldn’t have it. Skin on skin, his hands rubbing up and down her back, her name in her ear, her head in the corner of his neck, her hands scrambling down his chest. His lips that she’d hope to taste because it was the only thing that could soothe the crazy in her. But it couldn’t happen. She couldn’t have him like she wanted.

           Her fingers splayed out beside her; she shut her eyes. “Ichabod.”

           She never knew herself to be so weak. The amount of control she had to have. He was so close. It drove her mad. She itched where she couldn’t scratch.  Just kept itching and itching for him that it began to hurt.  All she could do was stare into him.

           “You don’t know how desperately I wish to touch you, too, Abbie.” His fingers twitched.

           She almost chocked on his breath that hit her forehead and lips. “I need you.”

           She thought she saw his eyes brighten with tears. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t.

           “We can’t, Abbie.”

           “What will happen?”

           “Then I will be no more. I will disappear within a minute. This spell doesn’t allow me the luxury of physical contact for long.”

           A small whimper came from her. “Crane.”

           “Abbie. Please.”

           She bit her lip. His smell and voice was more than she could take. The way he said her name. Would she really risk it? Could she risk it? Not just yet.

           “Help me, Crane. I don’t know how to get out. You used something before that let us make contact. It kind of worked. Try that again. I’ll try to find a way from here. Retrace my steps or something.”

           She wondered in all kinds of places. She walked and walked and ran into things she didn’t want to see again. The Underworld did her no favors. Now, here she was. A mess and suffering from more PTSD and whatever else.

           “You will not remain in here any longer, Grace Abigail Mills. If could pull you through, I would in a heartbeat.”

           She nodded. “Can I feel it? Your heartbeat?”

           She almost thought she could hear it. Almost.

           He closed his eyes. “Abigail, I desire to entwine our souls, but—”

           That was it. She jumped onto him with her legs squeezing his waist, so he wouldn’t leave. He was solid for this short minute she kissed him. Her fingers dug into his hair while his found her backside. He moaned, their tongues wild and strong. Crane leaned her against the cave wall; she said his name while his lips scattered her neck.

           “Time,” he said.

           She whimpered again when he nipped her neck, embracing as much of him before she couldn’t anymore. He hurriedly kissed her once more before she finally unclenched her legs. Then she felt both her feet on the ground.

           “I love you,” she said.

           She was left hugging herself.