#My Engineer Inktober

[just-an-emily-existing]

“I'll send you all to the graveyard!!”

Timothy: Machete/ Dead Earth/ June 5 1912/ Real Age: 111/ Age he died: 3/ Year he died: 1915/Age he plays by: 17/ Gemini/ 5’0/ Demisexual Bisexual - He/Him They/Them ISTP Voice Claim: Jim Carrey

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte humanized #ttte human au #my art #humanisation #Ttte Timothy #Inktober 2023 #My Post

[innudoggy]

Ego-Inktober 2022, 26: Bone/ Bones & Ego.

Illinois found something interesting on his journey.

#my art #traditional art #markiplier #inktober #full color #fan art #markiplier fan art #egotober #inktober 2022 #egotober 2022 #inktober ego #egotober bone/ bones #markiplier egos #illinois #the head engineer #in space with markiplier #iswm #heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #ahwm #head engineer mark

[ivanthemild]

Day 15: Breaking Through

...I don't know about you but I alway felt saying DAGGER a bit underwhelming... Like, it doesn't have the same strength as saying KNIFE...

#inktober #inktober 2023 #super sentai #engine sentai go onger #go on silver #スーパー戦隊シリーズ #炎神戦隊ゴーオンジャー #ゴーオンシルバー #my art

[bad268]

Wet (Ollie Bearman X Prema! Reader)

Fandom: RFP/Formula 2/3

Requested: Day 19 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: Get your mind out of the gutter

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 365

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Masterlist

~~(^Pinterest)

"I am going to kill you, Ollie," I shouted over my shoulder as I ran around the corner, colliding with Arthur in the process. "Arthur, save me! I don't want to get wet. I'm supposed to do an interview in like 20 minutes." I grabbed onto his arms before throwing him between Ollie and me as the other Prema driver came around the corner.

"I'll shoot him too, Y/n. I don't have a problem with that," Ollie laughed, holding up the water gun pointed directly at Arthur and me.

"Why did I become a human shield?" Arthur asked, trying to step away. "I have a meeting to be in."

"At least give me a minute to catch my breath before running again," I wheeze. As soon as Ollie put the water gun down, I took off toward the Prema garage where there was an extra water gun in the bucket where Ollie found his. I filled it up and pointed it at the door as I waited for Ollie to walk through. Once he did, his eyes went wide.

"Please, I'm too young to die," he joked as he put the gun on the ground and his hands in the air.

"If you're going to have a battle, do it outside of the garage," my engineer, Matt, said as he ushered us away from the computers and cars. "We have a lot of expensive machinery in here."

"Bold of you to assume it would be a full battle," Ollie laughed, backing out of the garage as I laughed with him as I followed him out.

"Are you undermining my power, Bearman?" I challenged, taking my aim.

"Hold on, if we're going to do this right and fair, we should do it like a dual," Ollie rushed.

"Are you trying to appeal to my love of Hamilton?" I asked rhetorically.

"Depends," He chuckled, coming closer to push my gun down, "is it working?"

After a moment, I shouted back into the garage, "Matt, we need an unbiased party to oversee our dual!"

"Unbiased? He's literally your engineer," Ollie laughed with a shake of his head.

"Oh please, as if anyone else would oversee our shenanigans."

~~~~~

© BAD268 2023. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

#ollie bearman x reader #writing inktober 2023 #bad268 #ollie bearman #formula 2 #f2 #ship268 #thing268 #oliver bearman x reader #oliver bearman

[phonx13]

Getting on thomas the tank engine tumblr was a mistake (no offense)

This Inktober I’m returning to my childhood dreams and drawing 30+ trains, enjoy

#my art #ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine

[ettawritesnstudies]

Thank You

If you’ll permit me a minute to be cliche: this photo would not have been possible without you. When I started university in August 2019, the sum of all my author-y potential measured up to:

No finished manuscripts

A pipe dream of ever publishing my work

A scatterbrained outline of The Laoche Chronicles

Forty-four phone notes full of half-witted ideas

A grand total of 3 followers on my brand-new tumblr account

At the time, I had no grand plans of marketing my work, though I knew it would be necessary if I ever wanted an audience. I chose a degree in chemical engineering because I knew my baby platform and half finished stories weren’t going to cut it as a career in their current state as an 18-year-old, and I needed to have a day job if I wanted to pursue my end dream of self publishing. I was just hoping to survive my first year of engineering school, pass my weed-out classes, and hopefully make some new friends. That fall semester passed with sporadic progress on my book, and halfhearted attempts at breaking into the writeblr community, until I decided to try my hand at Inktober and made my first few acquaintances: @siarven and @abalonetea, who have both featured on this blog since then. It was also at this point, sometime during a Calculus III lecture, that I invented my pen name:

All was going well, and I was pleased with my incremental progress until the world ended.

The less said about the pandemic, the better. Writeblr truly kept me sane through working full-time jobs and taking 18 credit hours during the semester. When I was truly close to dropping out of school, I kept going, knowing I had these online friends to cheer me up after brutal exams and long nights of studying. The tag games and community filled the dearth of interaction left by quarantine and an insane schedule. During my summer internship in 2020, I finally had the time to finish the first draft of Storge and the confidence in myself to start a website. Rereading my first post is a surreal experience, in part because I still see myself as a little kid as hiding under the blankets with a flashlight, notebook, and pen, thinking “I wanna write a book!”

I woke up the next day crying to the sheer volume of kind messages congratulating me on meeting this milestone. Instead of feeling burnt out after reaching such a lofty goal, this gave me all the more energy to keep working. Since then, I’ve been so blessed to grow this community and this website. It’s incredible to see how far I’ve come, now being able to claim:

A finished manuscript of Storge

A 3rd draft of Runaways after going through 2 rounds of Beta Readers

8 short stories and an audio drama

An active mailing list

Over 1000 followers on tumblr, but more importantly, a thriving community of writers who support each other’s releases through ARCs, leaving reviews, enthusiastic questions, and a welcoming space for new writers to share their craft.

140 posts on my website and regular readers who care about my ramblings ❤

Now I’m on my way to my new job – I’ll be doing research and development in my chosen field with a team I really like, and the freedom to listen to books while I’m in the lab. This next month will still be a hiatus for blog posts and new writing as I pack up my life for a cross-states move, but I’m beyond excited to enter change. My hope is that I can start saving for editing costs and devote more time to my craft thanks to a 9-5 schedule and NO!!! HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!! Really, I cannot say enough how thrilled I am to never have to take another exam ever again, thank GOD. With a bit of luck and no small amount of grace, I hope I can publish and share my stories with you sooner rather than later.

Thank you for all the support and camaraderie these past years. In a way, I owe this diploma to you as much as to my classmates and professors. The night before graduation, I said to my friends, “I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for eight years.” Now I’m living in the future, and I can’t wait to write the next chapter.

#etta rambles #graduation

[blessyourhondahurley]

Time to Cowboy Up

Dean and Cas's relationship reaches a milestone, of sorts. Quite a lot changes as a result.

Suptober prompt: Smoke Flufftober prompt: Accidents don’t just happen accidentally Fictober prompt: "What are you doing?" Inktober prompt: Armadillo

(Read on AO3)

“So I'm freakin' out, right? There's smoke everywhere, Sam's yellin' for me in the other room. I think I'm about ta finally gank this thing, so I take a beat, get my shotgun ready, kick open the door, and you know what I see?”

Dean pauses in his boisterous recounting of a long-past hunt to look at Cas expectantly. He takes his eyes off the road for far longer than would be considered safe by any reasonable being. Cas assumes  that this means he actually wants a response, that the pause is not simply rhetorical.

“The ghost?” he offers. He's sure this is the wrong answer, but he thinks it's the answer that he is expected to give at this point in the anecdote.

Dean points at him and grins, crowing, “NO!!” and Cas congratulates himself for reading the situation correctly. He continues, “I barge into the room and sitting right there in front of me, smug as you please, is the biggest, fattest mama armadillo I've ever seen. She's surrounded by like a dozen little babies. They're crawling all over the furniture, popping in and out of holes in the baseboard. Turns out they were what was causing all the weird signs. No ghost, no beast, no haunting, just armadillos in the walls. Fuckin' Texas, man!!”

The pleased, proud feeling Cas had been enjoying after participating in Dean's telling of his story morphs into something sharp, urgent, external. He turns to look over at Dean and finds he's already looking back. There's a fond expression on his handsome face. A number that Cas has been mentally incrementing for more than a decade clicks over. He reaches across the bench seat and puts his palm on Dean's thigh.

The car swerves briefly onto the shoulder, and Dean rights it with a muttered shit. He looks down at his own lap, then over at the passenger seat.

“Uhh, Cas?” he drawls. “What are you doing?”

“It was an accident.” He keeps his expression neutral, his tone soft. The urgent feeling that Cas had picked up is roiling now – conflicting emotions stuffed into a single wavelength, all warring for bandwidth.

“Okay, well, your hand is still on my leg.”

“It's still an accident,” he replies primly. This is the setup and punchline of a joke Dean told him once in late 2014. As he'd hoped, Dean laughs, and the conflict of emotions calms a bit.

The hunter changes his grip on the steering wheel – from 10 and 2 he moves to 12 and 6. The hand at 6 is very, very close to Cas's hand on his thigh. “Well, y'know, accidents don’t just happen accidentally,” the hunter says with a weak attempt at a chuckle.

“That is a self-contradictory tautology,” Cas points out.

“If you say so...” Dean says absently. He's looking down at his lap again, at the hand on his leg, and giving the road only occasional glances. Cas becomes concerned for their safety.

“Should we pull over?” he suggests. “You seem distracted.”

Dean nods, steers onto a patch of grass off the shoulder, and kills the Impala's engine. Now that they're no longer driving, he seems compelled to stare fixedly out the front windshield. Cas notes the irony there but decides not to comment on it. Instead, he keeps his hand where it is, warm against firm muscle under denim, and waits.

“What's going on here?” Dean finally mutters, still looking straight ahead.

“Did you know that I can hear longing? That it functions much like a prayer?” he asks in reply.

That gets Dean's attention. He snaps his head around to look Cas full in the face. His eyes are wide, startled. “What,” he says hoarsely.

“I can hear it, Dean. When you think about me, when you wish that I would touch you, I can hear it. I've been hearing it for years. At first I thought little of it, assumed it was merely a byproduct of the touch-deprived life you lead. But soon these... These prayers began to torment me. I wanted to answer them, you see. I wanted to fulfill the hunger you felt. I wanted to put my hands on you, to give you pleasure, to show you all of the hunger I felt for you in return.”

He pauses. Dean blinks and takes a gulp of air as if belatedly realizing he'd been holding his breath.

Cas continues: “I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything, that I would wait for you to decide what you would do with that hunger. But my... Desire for you was so strong. It burned inside me. So I had to make myself a different promise: If I heard that prayer from you ten thousand more times, I would act on the next one. I would reach out. And tonight, just now, makes ten thousand and one times that you have wished for me to touch you. So I'm acting. I'm reaching out. And now it's for you to decide what happens next.”

Dean swallows, takes his hand off of 6, and puts it on top of Cas's. They move towards each other at the same moment, and meet in the middle.

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #supernatural #day 15

[priya-san]

Inktober 2023 - Day 2 The Bus

Day 2! Here's another Stardew themed one <3.

Prompt taken from the Grapefruit Sky Inktober prompts!

Fandom: Stardew Valley Characters: The Bus, the Juminos Pairing: N/A Rating: G

Broken, forgotten, left in the dust. Who knows how many moons I’ve been abandoned for. Occasionally the man in the newsboy hat comes and checks on me. A quick wash here, an oil change there. But it never works. I cough and splutter, forever stuck. Pam is devastated. We used to go on these long rides, to the desert and beyond. But now? Those days are long gone.

Then it happened. It was one of those long, unbearable, winter nights, the cold particularly biting with my engine being dormant. I hear them before I see them. Soft squeaks and murmurs make their way closer. I can’t tell you from where though. The noises sound close and far at the same time. This isn’t any animal I’d heard before. Suddenly, a small, round, green animal appears on my dashboard. They are a curious thing, with tiny stick-like arms, short stubby feet and a little stem sticking out of it’s head. It’s wide, doe like eyes look straight into my soul.

Don’t worry… We fix…

Two more of the round creatures are on my dashboard. And four on my seats. Another three outside. They continue to appear, with a small pop each time they arrive. Magic radiates from them, first warming me up, then repairing my engine, and finally giving me a good clean. I’m sparkling by the time they finished with me, more so than I ever have, even when I was brand new. When they turn on my engine, I roar to life. I give myself a little rev, just to make sure it’s all real. And it is. My music starts blasting, my wind screen wipers slide clean across and my tires grip the road tightly.

I’m alive.

The little creatures jump up and down, celebrating as they squeak to each other. One by one, they leave, with the same pop noise as before. Finally it’s just the small green one again, left of my dashboard. They push my horn, and give one last jump in glee as it reverberates through the night. Then they’re gone.

No one knows how it happened. The man with the newsboy hat is bewildered, almost angry. Other townsfolk have come to poke at my engine, but they can’t figure it out. Pam doesn’t care, she’s just happy to be back in the drivers seat, delighted we’re reunited. And I’m happy to be on the road again, warm and buzzing with life. As I was meant to be.

#stardew valley #sdv fanfic #stardew valley inktober #inktober 2023 #priya writes #stardew valley bus #jumino

[the-crowbar-was-my-kryptonite]

Inktober Day 12: Spicy

When I saw this prompt I was like, oh it's me. I love nothing more than a good book and a pumpkin spice latte. But I do *hate* writing about myself in any capacity, so I'm so lucky that my best friend let me steal her laptop and work on her HTTYD fan-fic while she worked on this for me. The following is her words, very lightly edited by me.

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You take a sip from your pumpkin spice latte and blush violently as the next series of words appear on the page. 

Your heart pounds. You think to yourself: Oh dear God, in public? But you knew this was coming. 

The Book is particularly mischievous when you’re around other people. The dialogue it creates becomes increasingly suggestive and sometimes explicitly spicy, much to your enjoyment and utter humiliation. It knows you somehow. It creates scenarios particularly tailored to your preferences and interests — sometimes things you didn’t even know you would be excited by until reading them on the page.

Sometimes the Book talks directly to you. Those passages are particularly odd. It often feels like receiving a love letter or particularly steamy text from a partner. But other times you can only wonder how on earth the Book is not only able to write spontaneously, but able to write about you so specifically. You’d spend hours typing passages from the book into search engines, only to come up with nothing but failed searches or distantly similar writing. At some point, you had to admit: the Book was writing to you — creating stories for your eyes alone. Part of you finds it terrifying…but the terror only lasts for so long, at least until your curiosity overpowers your fear, as it often does. Whatever unsettling feelings make you want to burn the book or throw it away or tear out its pages always abate, and it’s only a matter of time before you open the Book again, eager to see what it has in store for you this time. 

All art by @cool_beans_jw on insta. Writing by @violet-moongem and editing by the weird sister.

#inktober #Inktober day 12 #inktober day twelve #inktober spicey #spicy #spooky season #spooky szn #drawing practice #drawing prompt #halloween #31 day challenge #writing practice #writing prompt #31 days of halloween #guest writer #horror #book #horror short story #short story #original story #orginal art #traditional art #traditional drawing #sketchbook #ink drawing

[just-an-emily-existing]

~Monthly Drawings Challenges~

❤️Mermay 2023❤️

🧡Pride Month 2023🧡

💛Mermay 2024💛

💚The Monthly Engines 2024💚

💙Inktober 2025💙

💜Ship February 2025💜

🩷Bikini July 2026🩷

❤️Pride Month Landscapes 2026❤️

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte humanized #ttte human au #humanisation #mermay 2023 #Pride Month 2023 #Monthly Drawing Challenges #My Post #Pinned Post #Mermay 2024 #The Monthly Engines #Inktober 2025 #Ship Febuary 2025 #Bikini July 2025 #Pride Month Landscapes 2026

[mirum-wonder]

MARCH OF ROBOTS...

MARCH OF SHMOBOOTS...

MARCH OF WHAT EVER... 🤖😱💀

After a week of exhausting day job with overtimes and sometimes even with a lack of time for a lunch break I observed myself being not capable of finding time to work on more robots designs for this years March of robots and seeing that I started to feel very disappointed in myself for not being capable to keep up with the pace of other artists posting robot arts daily or almost daily... while I'm not finding time to finish the so called SHADOW prompt thing (SHADOW - that's a prompt name from their official prompt list, you'll find it below) 😔

As you may notice it's far from finished and many things will change in the final version.

But now then I think about it, if I was doing quick sketches or something more simple looking, perhaps more silly or even cartoony perhaps I would find time to make it daily, but I wanted to do more polished arts for march of robots. I really like to do all those details, cables, joints and pistons trying to make my robots in a specific way thinking about how arms, legs and other parts will bend or turn in the final version, although I'm not an engineer or a mechanic I really find a very vast plain for self improvement in projects like that making all those mechanical parts and thingies detail by detail I'm trying to practice my conceptual skills and evolve in it at least a bit. Mostly I'm trying to make my finalised robots in the way that I could pose or rigg the whole thing later to make them look more dramatic and expressive in final pictures 🤖

But unfortunately it takes more time than I can spend combining it with a social obligations and a day time job... So where things got out of hands? I went to official march of robots instagram to check out the date on the post when they announced the prompt list for this years MOR2023 🤖

Booom! Turned out that I'm a slowpoke... I remembered about the challenge that takes place during March only the day the March started 🤪 No sh*t Im not keeping up with the pace 🙄 If I wanted to make arts the way I intended them to be, then I should start working on arts since day one after they anounced the prompt list, I would had an extra month of time to make some arts before the March starts 😅⌚🤖 But unfrotunetelly that was my first ever try to participate in a online art challenge and now I learend one big lesson... If I want to participate in somethimg like that next time then I shold start doing arts in advance as aerly as possible since the info about the challenge usually gets to be announced some time prior the challange itself... So...yeah... the more you know 😭 but any way... I decided to stop trying to catch up with the March Of Robots 2023 challenge pace, that would be healthy for me since for the scope of work I'm already month late. Sure thing I'll finish this Shadow prompt guy here and make an artwork with it, and perhaps I'll do few more artworks for the prompt list but that's basically it 🤖 Oh... and also there are some old robot artworks of mine that are laying around on my hard drive waiting for a good occasion to be published... So I think I'll post some of them this month... cuz you know...it's march and I have some old robots 😅

But the good news are is that I'm not done with online art challenges. I have made my research on this topic and googled out all the potential dates challenge themes out there to see if I can find something interesting and suitable for me. And yeh... It appears almost all year different art challenges are happening all over the internet and on different platforms. For example apart from all known INKTOBER there is KAIJUNE and KAIJULY (a fun challenges where you make/draw giant Kaiju monsters) 🐲🦖🕷️ cool huh? And many more...

I do not know If I will take part in those 2 particularly but I decided to give a try to join in to another art challenge that is coming soon... it's not started yet but it can/will start any day now (specific date is not announced yet) and yet again I found out about it later then I should have and I'm already risking to run out of time if it will start for example tomorrow, but since the official start of the challenge was not yet announced maybe I have few extra days before the start to make few artworks in advance 😁 At least I'm hoping so since I already started to make something for that challenge... Something BIG... And I hope I'll get better luck posting ~30 artworks for a whole month this time 😁😂😅

I wonder if someone is even reading my stuff? 🤔

#marchofrobots2023 #artist of tumblr #concept art #digital art #sci fi #blender modeling #blender art #blender3d #blender #3dart #3dartist #concept artist #digital artist #cyberpunkart #mirum wonder art #mirum wonder #artist on instagram #artists on tumblr #cyberpunk #original content #original art

[skymaiden32]

What Makes You Special To Us

Thundertober/Inktober 2022 Day 28: Engineer

Sometimes, she needed a pick-me-up…

Continuity: TOS

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)

Prompt list

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“G-Goodnight, Tin-Tin.” The older engineer smiled back at her as he left the hangar early for the night. She raised an eyebrow subtly before grinning back at him, waving as he left. That was weird. Brains never left early. As a matter of fact, he was often up until the sun came up the next morning, much to everyone’s dismay and concern.

“Night, Brains. Sleep well.” As her friend left, she turned her attention back to the fault on Thunderbird One’s systems that was taking up much of her time. She just couldn’t understand what was going on, and it was a fault on such a vital piece equipment that Scott would crash if he even tried to fly without it being solved. She wasn’t leaving until it was fixed…

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Alan grinned as he saw Brains come out of the hangar. He waved in the engineer’s direction. “Tin-Tin occupied?”

Brains nodded. “S-Something tells me w-we’ve got a while b-before she’s done. Whatever f-fault h-has ‘developed’ on Thunderbird O-One,” He made quotation marks in the air, “i-it’s a tough one.”

The youngest Tracy brother chuckled. “Never thought I’d see the day one of us agreed to sabotage our own Thunderbird.” He smirked. “How much trouble do you think Scott’s in with Tin?”

“A lot if we d-don’t get this p-party set u-up.” Brains smirked. “E-Even if we d-do, he’s gonna g-get an e-earful.”

Scott grumbled as he walked past, carrying a box of decorations. “Don’t remind me…”

“Ah, the thing we do for our friends…” Alan fell into step next to his brother. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s give her a party she’ll never forget.”

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They were just about finished with the decorations when they heard Tin-Tin’s furious voice echo through the hallway. 

“Scott Carpenter Tracy!” The brother in question froze. Virgil gave him a sympathetic pat on the back as he was walking past. “You are in so much trouble!”

A few moments of silence passed before Scott made his move, sighing. “Right. Let’s do this…”

While Scott was walking towards his certain doom, the rest of the family scrambled to turn the lights off and hide. A few minutes later, and Tin-Tin was led into the room.

“Okay, so I know I messed up, but hopefully this’ll make it up to you…”

Tin-Tin scoffed. “Scott, there is nothing you can do right now that’ll make me any less angry at yo-”

“Surprise!” The entire family popped up around her, Grandma switching the lights back on with impeccable timing to reveal a full spread of party food and a host of decorations.

Tin-Tin was speechless. “Oh…” She wiped a tear of joy from her face. “You did all of this for me? Why?”

“Because you do so much for all of us, and we wanted to show you how special you are to us…” Alan grinned, giving her a hug.

“Wait a minute…” The pieces clicked in her mind. She turned on Scott again. “Did you sabotage Thunderbird One to keep me occupied?”

“Maybe?...” Scott grinned sheepishly.

“That’s one way to get me out the way.” She grinned. “Thank you, all of you…”

Kyrano stepped forward to bring his daughter closer to the table. “Come, my daughter. Let us not let all of this become wasted…”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #brains thunderbirds #tin tin kyrano #alan tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #grandma tracy #kyrano thunderbirds #other family members are there #they're just not mentioned #thundertober 2022

[i-am-worm]

Inktober 52 2023 - Week 6 - ‘Skull’   DOUBLE BONUS

Skull Monkeys is one of my favourite PS1 games. It’s so different from the PC predecessor game (the Neverhood which was a puzzle point and click game) in that it's an action platformer. But it had lots of creative visuals and fun creature ideas.

 I do wonder how Klogg planned to keep his plans going with his army of Skull Monkeys, eventually he was going to get poo flung at him and the gears of his evil engine. Destined to fail.

#Neverhood #skullmonkeys #skull monkeys #skull #inktober 52 #klogg #klogg monkey #The Neverhood

[professionalscrublord]

Inktober 29: Massive(ly Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game)

My chars from Mabinogi hanging out in the Soul Stream: Sharla-something...? (Forgot the Elf mage's name :P And she's from a separate lost account that I can't check) Kalirae (Dark Knight, dual guns. Was battlemage before gun update.) Kelrak (DK, either activating Final Hit or going Supersaiyan) Suriga (Paladin, 1st char from before the Elf+Giant update, wish humans could shoot bows from horseback >:C ) Surigan (mule and farm bitch. And shooting bow from horseback.) Surikong (Giant alchemist. Repetitive names were from not thinking I'd be playing the side chars much. Boy was I wrong.)

Shoutout if you recognize any of these names, it's a longshot, I ain't played for real in a long-ass time. I was on Alexina before they merged into one server. Darkstar guild back in the day, leader was Aaralynn. I popped back in 1-2yrs ago to look aound, pretty much all the names on my friends list were offline for years and the Guildstone was gone. I briefly joined a guild (whose name escapes me, sorry) led by Chagataibor before I dropped out again.

The world of Erinn feels like a mystical realm I can't truly go back to, because it has changed and so have I.

n o s t a l g i a

But, holy shit, did you hear they're porting Mabi to Unreal Engine?? I could hardly believe it. I'll check that out when it's ready, gonna be a while though, they just started in March this year I think.

I basically lived and breathed this game for a while like ~15yrs ago. I'm pleasantly surprised to see it's still going. And that my chars weren't deleted in that time. Apparently the game is huge in Korea, which is awkward when the content they create involves giant maps that then get brought over to NA where there isn't quite the same playerbase to populate it. Some areas are ghost towns.

#mmorpgs #mabinogi #gaming #anime #fantasy #magic #elf #giant #fire #ice #nostalgia #inktober #Lots of reference used to get the looks right otherwise the Fashionogis will kill me

[bad268]

Best to Worst to Best (Ralf Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Nope, this was supposed to be an Inktober blurb but I liked the plot too much lol (Also, this is my 100th full-length fic, so yay!)

Warnings: Weddings, toxic cousin mentioned

POV: Second POV (You/your)

W.C. 1567

Summary: Sometimes, things need to be improvised.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was supposed to be the best day of your life. Your wedding day. Everyone always told you that it would be the best day of your life. However, it didn’t feel that way. Anything and everything that could have gone wrong, did.

First, your photographer was late. That was fine. They were extremely apologetic, and you forgave them because traffic was out of their control. Then, your bridal party lost your shoes. That was almost not fine. Thankfully, you had the same shoe size as one of your friends, so they let you borrow theirs. It's not a big deal yet, but you were starting to get suspicious. Next, your toxic cousin, whom you only invited because your aunt and uncle pressured you, spilled red wine on your ceremony outfit. That was not fine. You almost called it off then and there. You did not consider yourself crazed when it came to your wedding, but red wine on white did not mix. Finally, and the cherry on top, you found out that the press had found your location, shared it online, and now, the place was swarmed with fans. That was it.

“Just call it off,” you cried as you stormed out of the en suite and into the adjacent room where most of your party was sitting. “It’s all gone to shit.”

“Just take a breath, no need to do anything rash,” your right-hand person consoled as you sat on the bed. “It’s the best day of your life-”

“Some funny way of showing it huh?” You snapped, shooting up as you felt everything pile on top of you. “Everything is ruined and if this is supposed to be the best day of my life, what does that say about the rest of my life?”

“Calm down,” your parental figure tried to put their hand on your shoulder, but you stepped back. Even though you wanted comfort, no one in this room could have provided what you wanted. You wanted your fiance.

Blissfully unaware, Ralf was having a blast with his friends and family in their suite. Funny enough, it wasn’t your fiance who felt something was off first. It was his brother of all people. Paul was super close to you. Not only were you the perfect match for his brother, but you were the best race engineer he could ask for. He was also the one who set you up with Ralf in the first place. He liked to joke that he chose his favorite sibling. At that moment, however, he knew something was wrong, so he went to investigate.

He left the suite, not that anyone noticed; they thought he was getting something given that he was the best man after all. He ended up running into your right hand person who was frantically running around. They briefly ran through everything that had happened, and when you asked for a minute to yourself, no one could find you. 

“Such idiots,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the building, and immediately spotted you sitting on the steps. He noticed that you were still wearing one of those silk robes that your friends bought you as a joke because they would make great pictures, and he wondered what all happened. He quickly sent a text to Ralf before moving to take his jacket off, placing it over your legs as he sat next to you. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“It’s supposed to be the best day of my life, Paul,” you cried and you leaned into his side and he pulled you into a hug. “Not to sound superficial or anything, but everything’s ruined.”

“What do you mean? Everyone is still here for you,” Paul tried to help, but it did not make much of a difference.

“Everyone’s here, but that’s making it worse!” You almost shouted. “If I had picked the right wedding party, someone would have remembered my shoes. If I had a backbone, I wouldn’t have invited my stupid cousin, and my outfit would not have been ruined. And if I had kept everything better hidden, the press wouldn’t be swarming the ceremony location. It’s all ruined, and there is nothing we can do about it.”

“Maybe I’m not the right person you need,” Paul insinuated as he heard the door opening before he started to pull away.

“No, Paul, he can’t see me right now. It’s still our wedding day, and it’s superstition,” you tried to pull him back down.

“Oh, so you are still open to getting married today?” Ralf chuckled as his friend led him carefully down the stairs. You turn around, wiping the tears from your eyes, and you see him walking blindly with a tie around his eyes. His friend and Paul helped Ralf sit down beside you as you laughed half-heartedly.

“Wasn’t this the tie you wore on our first date?” You pointed out as you played with the loose ends of it and held Ralf’s hand with your unoccupied hand.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, but yes,” Ralf replied as his friend and Paul went back into the suite. He held your one hand in both of yours as the hand that was twirling the tie moved down to rest against his shoulder. He took a deep breath as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles and said, “I know this isn’t the wedding you wanted or even planned, but we can still make it work.”

“How?” You responded fast as tears filled your eyes once again. You wanted to wipe them away, but it just felt like there was no point. “How would we ever make this work? The press swarmed my dream venue, and my outfit was completely ruined. It may be superficial, but it was what I wanted.”

“We improvise. Remember our first date?” He said. As if it were that easy, you thought, but replied that you remembered it. Of course, you did. “The original plan was dinner at the fancy restaurant you had been dying to try. However, I made the reservation for the wrong day, so we went mini golfing. That was all improvised.”

“I always wondered why you were overly dressed up for mini golf,” you chuckled absentmindedly.

“Yeah, I found out when I was driving to pick you up. I called to confirm and they said it was for the next week,” He chuckled with you. “We did end up going there for our second date, but if you think about it, our relationship started on improvisation. We can start our married life the same way.”

“Okay, Mr. Improv, how do you suggest we move forward?” You said, finally coming around to the idea. You also moved to pull the tie off his eyes only to see his eyes squeezed shut. “What are you doing? I want to see your eyes.”

“I’m not supposed to see you,” He replied seriously, but after being met with nothing in response from you, he peeked one eye open to see you staring back at him with a smirk. He opened both of his eyes after that, placed a small kiss on your nose, and said, “Did you still want to wear white?”

Two hours later, you found yourself in the backyard of your soon-to-be-in-law's house in an outfit that was definitely not wedding attire. Ralf ruined the surprise that he was taking you to Greece for your honeymoon, and he found an all-white, linen outfit that he thought you would like for the trip. That’s what you were wearing. 

He sent his groomsmen to the house to set up chairs for those closest to you while he helped you get ready. There was a tree in the backyard that acted as the perfect arch, and his parents had flowers growing in the yard. Sure, this was not what you originally hoped for, but it was as close to the original plan as you could get. 

You walked down the makeshift aisle with your parent, and when you reached the end, your parent placed your hands in Ralf’s. You stood there for a second, lost in each other’s eyes before you both realized something at the same time.

“Who is marrying us?” It was funny, really. Neither of you thought of the officiant throughout the chaos, but it seemed to be the most crucial part of the day.

“I cannot believe that’s what we forgot about,” You laughed. This time, you weren’t stressing. Maybe it was because you would look back at this day and think it was funny. Or maybe you thought Ralf had something else up his sleeve. “Did you think about this?”

“I thought through everything else,” he laughed with you along with most of your family. 

“You are lucky I think of these things,” Paul said as he stood up from beside his parents to stand between you and Ralf. “Guess who got their officiant license while you were both running around.”

“I knew I made the right choice choosing you as my best man,” Ralf chuckled as he gave Paul a pat on the back and pulled him into a hug.

“And I knew I made the right choice becoming your race engineer,” You pulled Paul into a hug as well before going back to where you were standing, ready to be married. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

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#5

he's always been a freak, im not letting the monotone voice fool the general public. he's just as unhinged as the rest of them

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#4

NO WAY THEY ACTUALLY DID THE DINO BABY THING

1,932 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#3

he misses him... oh my god

3,084 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#2

NYT article abt goncharov has comments like 'what is the purpose of this film's existence these kids are just lying' motherfucker how do you think our ancestors survived. how do you think folklore formed. culture. music. art. PURPOSE????? do you think everything must be commodified? sold? weighed to be valued? has the rot in your soul spread so far you cannot find value in anything not spoken in numbers??? it's FUN. THAT'S WHY. THE PURPOSE IS THE ACT, THE MESSAGE IS THE MEDIUM, THE SYMBOL IS THE STORY. it brings people joy for its mere existence and that IS the point. existence is its purpose alone

26,769 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

rewatched goncharov last night and im down on my knees foaming at the mouth bc in the market sofia said 'all memory is treachery' and the last thing katya says to her is 'i wonder how you will remember me'

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