#and he just looks so great as Greaseball too!

[sweet-dining-car]

Me talking to my friend today: “There has never been a black Dinah or a black Greaseball like every. Even just a cover would be nice~”

This man🥹:

Ahhhhhh

I still hope to be the first black Dinah, I would love to be first cast but I will accept a cover too

#starlight express #stex #greaseball the diesel #stex greaseball #This makes me so happy #and he just looks so great as Greaseball too!

[bleedinqdove]

May i req a Rocky Rickaby x fem or gn reader whose relationship is like Jessica and Roger Rabbit? Or Morticia and Gomez Addams? Everybody’s stunned as to how Rocky, the fucking CRAZY MAN OF THE CENTURY, managed to bag the only cat whose looks are beyond his level. And their personalities are like the textbook definition of opposites attract. Reader doesn’t care though, they’ll still be devoted and loving to Rocky ‘till the day they die.

(Bonus points if the reader is an artist like him, and is also touch starved as him)

You can do this req later or delete it if u wanna, no pressure! I really love your writing ❤️❤️

Rocky x fem reader with a relationship like Jessica and Roger Rabbit

A/n: Sorry this took so long! Was busier than expected ;-;, but anyways this was a really fun request to do as well! You guys send such great requests.

SFW but a bit suggestive towards the end.

-Anon you are absolutely on to something here let me say.

-Compared to Rocky’s more chaotic personality, you are more elegant and poised, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less passionate. You both share that fiery desire for one another even if you two couldn’t be any more different at first glance.

-You’re mainly known around the block for your fashion and self expression, not being afraid to experiment and be bold with your styles. So no doubt that’s how you first caught Rocky’s eyes.

- And Rocky quickly caught yours with the beautiful way he played the violin and his bizarre yet impenitent personality.

-What can I say, tormented artists that were made for eachother.

-You have Rocky wrapped around your finger, and he’s hopelessesly devoted to you. Any time he’s near you he just can’t help but smile and admire you…sometimes you can even catch his tail wagging-

-Your touch has him over the moon, and even the simplest scratch of the chin causes him to get all giddy with delight.

-He’s your number one supporter and defender. He takes great delight in seeing all the different outfits you make and the clothes you design, and if anyone has a problem with what you’re wearing he’ll make sure to deal with them accordingly.

-He’s very protective of you and has no issue of dealing with tomcats who are a bit too flirty with you. Just walks right up with that sharp-toothed smile of his and barely veiled threats of violence.

Right as the intermission starts Rocky hops off the stage and makes a beeline for you. A soft smile crosses your face as you greet him, beckoning him to sit next to you. However a passing tomcat gives you a suggestive comment and wink before walking away.

Rocky’s immediate reaction is to get up and follow that bastard, but he is stopped by you hooking a finger around his suspenders and pulling him back. You didn’t want him to waste his time talking to some greaseball when he should be talking to you. Plus he couldn’t be getting into fights this early into the night.

“Sit down Rocky.” You say looking him in the eyes.

“Yes Ma’am!”

-Make no mistake you’re just as protective as well. No one gets away with disrespecting your man.

-If someone is talking particularly loud during one of his performances, you shoot them a dirty look that shuts them up real quick.

-And if anyone dares to flirt or insult him in your presence, they’re in for a treat. While not as publicly confrontational as Rocky, you’re just as disturbing, if not more, with your confrontations.

-You wait until they are decently away from the crowd, or alone until you walk up to them with a sickly sweet smile painted on your face. The way your face and tone seem so calm, yet your words are vile and not to mention your eyes piercing right through them.

-Needless to say you consider your job done once they’re scared shitless.

-Rocky sometimes spots you doing this and it makes his heart swell with gratitude and pride. You truly care about him!

-Yeah you two are insane for eachother.

-While you dont mind PDA, Rocky appears to be the more clingy one in public. Which you don’t mind either you enjoy his touch. You even give him the occasional kiss here and there.

-But in private it’s a whole different story.

-It’s hard to tell if you’re stuck in Rocky’s grip or he’s stuck in yours. You find it hard to keep your hands off him!

-Rocky no doubt enjoys all this attention you give him, most days when you two come home after a long night he finds himself covered in lipstick stains from your kisses. His least favorite part of the day is washing it all off, he’d like to wear them proudly.

-You hate when he’s away all night doing bootlegging runs. It’s on lonely nights like those that your touchstarvedness truly shows.

-But Rocky is quick to make up for all that lost time.

You watch as Rocky passes the last of the stolen booze to Freckle, who walks out of the garage leaving you and Rocky alone. At first Rocky did not notice you were there as he closed the trunk. In fact he almost bumped straight into you as he turned to follow Freckle.

“Oh! Well what brought you down here dear?” He asks, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. Rocky was more confused if anything, you usually never go into the garage. However you knew why you were in here, you didn’t know if you could last another hour without Rocky! You let out a dramatic sigh as you lean against him and he immediately wraps his arms around you.

“I just missed you, that's all honey…though I do have a certain request I’d like to make if you don’t mind…?” You asked as his ears perked up in interest, he seemed even more inclined after you started to play with his tie.

“I know after these little runs you like to stay at the speakeasy a bit longer…but I’m oh so tired and just want to wind down…would you like to come home with me Mr Rickaby?”

Your smirk grew wider as you tugged on his tie bringing his face closer to yours. “You think you can help me relax…?”

Rocky’s tail shot straight up as he looked at you, a wide grin on his face as he nodded his head. It didn’t take a lot of convincing with him.

“Yes Ma’am!”

#lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy #rocky rickaby x reader #x reader #rocky rickaby #ask box #writing #Rocky definitely says yes ma’am/sir you can convince me otherwise

[goblinlovesmusicals]

Can I have something cute between gb and dinah.. or gb and pearl... or a 3sided mutual thing between all 3 of them? Just giving options...

Yeah I can do that :)

It was an incredibly long day for everyone. Every train in their yard had been worked to the frame, so the few remaining hours of sunlight would be a precious time for relaxation.

Dinah and Pearl in particular were planning something.

A little ways from the main rows of sheds, there was a grassy field with flowers scattered about. It would be perfect for a picnic, but in their case it would be utilized for a more fun past time.

It was a rather cloudy day, though it hadn't yet rained, which made Dinah think it would be a wonderful day to Cloud Gaze.

They already found a tarp large enough for the two of them and Greaseball, now they just had to wait for his work to be done for the day so they could take him to the field.

The two coaches were eager for his return, practically bouncing on their skates as his shift came to an end.

Their excitement only intensified when he finally came rolling into the yard, uncoupling the boxcar that had been behind him. He was met by his two coaches nearly tackling him, peppering his face with blue and pink lipstick markings.

"Hi, Greasy!" Pearl beamed, planting an especially long smooch to his forehead, "We made plans for the three of us!"

Greaseball, for his part, took a moment to register that anything had been said, too distracted by all the affection, "Wha...What kinda plans?"

"Take us to the field and you'll see." Dinah said, alluding to the tarp in her bag.

It did not take long for Greaseball to figure out what they wanted to do, and within little time they were cruising down the tracks to the well-loved field.

The clouds had already begun rolling in, sometimes blocking the bright sun from their view and bringing a lovely burst of shade.

By the time they actually reached the field, the fluffy balls of white had begun forming vast shapes across the expanse of the great blue sky.

Dinah laid the tarp across the ground, making way for the mass of gold and pink that was Greaseball and Pearl, the coach practically in his arms already.

Pollen had been disturbed with them plopping down onto the tarp, it would have irritated them if they were not focused on the sky.

"That one looks like a flower!" Dinah pointed to one especially large cloud.

"Looks more like a windmill to me." Greaseball mumbled.

"You think everything looks like a windmill." Pearl giggled. It was true, GB had a bit of a hard time connecting things to items that were not in his line of work, windmills were one of many things that he passed by every day, so they were basically his go-to.

That made Dinah giggle, which made Greaseball blush, which made all three of them start laughing.

What followed was a nice late day of gazing up at the clouds, and none of the trio would rather be anywhere else.

#starlight express #my writing #Dinah x Greaseball x Pearl #Idk what to call this ship #uhhh #Blue and Gold Pearls? #drabbles #stex

[isaterriblebore]

Stex Appreciation Month Day 25: Nationals (part 2)

Favourite Actor

Espresso: Ricky Mujica, Michael Eborall, and Kyle Anthony.

Japanese Engine: PaddyJoe Martin, Kouta Otsuka and Jamie Sidhom.

Ruhrgold: Cole Dunn, Benjamin van Eelen, and Kai Cameron Jay.

Turnov: Stephan Monzel, Paul Whitaker, and Luuk Hartog.

Favourite Song/Scene

Espresso: Everything! I love him so much. I love how he’s just :pensive face: :peace sign: and the end of the race and Zero just looks frustrated as hell as he tried pulling him back up lol.

Japanese Engine: I love watching him race with Volta… they just look so damn good together. 

Ruhrgold: Not a scene but I like how in a lot of productions, he doesn’t really care much for all the drama. He’s just here for the racing and to prove that he's the best. 

Turnov: I like him in the races and also when he’s like ‘hell yeah I’m here racing with my little twink caboose’ lol.

Favourite Costume

Espresso: I prefer the post 2018 Bochum design although I do love the pre-2018 Bochum design too.

Japanese Engine: I prefer the post 2018 Bochum costume all the way! 

Ruhrgold: Post 2018 Bochum too… I hated the pre-2018 Bochum makeup.

Turnov: Original Bochum costume :)

Favourite Ship

Espresso: Again… Bobo/Espresso all the way. 

Japanese Engine: I really love Hashamoto/Volta… they look SO pretty together.

Ruhrgold: Either Rusty/Ruhrgold or Ruhrgold/Electra.

Turnov: Turnov/Caboose and Turnov/Rocky 2.

Headcanon

Espresso: He’s Rusty’s cousin! I know he takes part of the teasing towards Rusty, but I do feel like he cares about Rusty a lot!

Japanese Engine: He does karate moves on stage a lot and I like to think he teaches karate to little trains.

Ruhrgold: I think, if it wasn’t for Greaseball’s cheating, that Ruhrgold is the fastest engine and would have won the race. He doesn’t take part in all the taunting and bickering… he just wants to get on with it. 

Turnov: I think he has a great collection of alcohol that he’s very proud of. Idk much about alcohol but I think he’d collect this stuff.

Unpopular Opinion

Espresso: I don’t have any other than he’s my favourite engine and I think he’s the best.

Japanese Engine: Manga is a much better version design wise. 

Ruhrgold: It’s hard to have an unpopular opinion on Ruhrgold. He’s just a guy… a nice and stable guy.

Turnov: I kinda forget about him to be honest. I don’t hate the character at all but he’s one of the nationals I’ve not gotten into fully yet.

#stex appreciation month #starlight express #stex #stex espresso #espresso stex #stex japanese engine #japanese engine stex #stex ruhrgold #ruhrgold stex #stex turnov #turnov stex

[the-bafflement-of-scotland-yard]

I will never stop

Here is the crossover absolutely no one was waiting for

StEx characters as Matoran

Now ofc I’ll stay within the island of Mata Nui because that’s where my heart will forever lie

Greaseball: Po-Matoran

Greaseball would be a Matoran of Stone. Strong, works out a lot, places a lot of value in his looks… yeah him and Hafu together would be a nightmare. Hewkii and him definitely are Kolhii rivals.

Dinah: Ga-Matoran

Oki the whole gender thing aside, Dinah would make a good Matoran of water. The blue, of course, but also how she’s sensitive, calm (somewhat), and has a sense of community.

Rusty: Av-Matoran

Rusty is actually a great Takua though! Always thought he was a normal Ta-Matoran who just didn’t fit in, until he finally really looks inside himself and realises that he’s been a Matoran of Light all this time: the Starlight Express.

C.B.: Ta- or Le-Matoran

C.B. is either a Matoran of Fire or of Air. Ta-Matoran firstly because of the colour ofc, the red can really only indicate one thing, and I guess he would fit in there, being smart and calculating and also somewhat temperamental. He’d fit in with the Le-Matoran too, though, with his acrobatics and pranks and fearlessness when it comes to things like heights or risks.

Dustin: Onu-Matoran

Strong but unassuming, Dustin would make a great Matoran of Earth. A hard worker who prefers to stay underground (literally lol). He’d be a loved worker in the mines, though he would probably prefer the Lightstone mine — not as dark.

Flat-Top: Po-Matoran

Always wanting attention from the people he looks up to, Flat-Top would work as a Matoran of Stone, trying to fit in with sculpting, playing kolhii, but never quite up to the level of his heroes. Also surprisingly soft, but he doesn’t show people that side of him often.

Electra: Vo-Matoran

(no Matoran picture here, Toa Nikila is the only option I have for Vo)

Matoran of Lightning don’t reside on Mata Nui, so Electra would cause quite a stir upon their arrival — perfectly fitting, really.

Joule: Ta-Matoran

Of course Joule is a Matoran of Fire, can we even doubt that?

Volta: Ko-Matoran

Matoran of Ice, do I even need to explain this? She’s cold and silent, but very sharp-witted.

Krupp: Onu-Matoran

Krupp is absolutely a Matoran of Earth. Strong and dutiful, but not as flashy and vain as some Po-Matoran (looking at you, Hewkii and Hafu — and Greaseball too).

Purse: Ta- or Ko-Matoran

Purse fits in with ironically both the Matoran of Fire and of Ice, mostly because of his capability to perform complicated calculations etc. His cold stand-offishness would plead for Ko-Matoran.

Wrench: Ga-Matoran

Wrench kinda makes a good team with Hahli as a Matoran of Water, the element of life, in a sense (“the sea bears life!”). She’s level-headed and cool, but snarky and quick-witted when needed.

#starlight express #stex #stex aus #bionicle!au #bionicle #lego bionicle #lego #c.b. #Dinah #greaseball #electra my beloved #Dustin stex #flat-top #joule stex #volta stex #Krupp #purse stex #wrench stex #rusty stex

[stegrossaurus]

Capes and Cowls

Capes and Cowls

by Lyle

Arty was a great friend when we were little kids. We met in kindergarten and clicked in that way that only little kids do. I think he’s the one that got me into superheroes. We spent the next few years with paper masks on our faces and towels tied around our necks playing in my backyard. 

I’d like to say that I don’t know why we grew apart, but I know it was mostly on me. Still liking superheroes and comics and whatnot is fine, but at a certain point, wearing a domino mask to school and publicly geeking out about the new Superman movie stops being cute. His ill-fitting hand-me-downs, perpetually broken glasses, and greasy hair didn’t make him any more popular. It wasn’t Arty’s fault that his family was poor, I know. But the fact is, you’re only as safe as you make yourself and when you cut off deadweight, you can run from a bear a lot faster. So when Arty and I graduated to high school, I left him behind. 

“Oh God. Arby’s Olsen is sitting right next to us,” Sheila hissed not-so-quietly to us at lunch. We called him Arby’s because he was greasy and undesirable. Not the most clever of nicknames, but it was nasty enough that we used it anyway. “I can smell him from here. Is he even allowed in the lunchroom?”

“Well, there goes my diet,” Yumi sighed loudly. “I can already taste the food getting greasier.”

 Parker flicked a fry at the neighboring table, hitting Arty in the head. “Hey, greaseball! If you're going to be here, you could at least take a shower first!”

The rest of the popular kids laughed. I’m not proud to admit that I did, too, but like I said, you’re only as safe as you make yourself. I don’t want to make things worse for Arty but I want things to get worse for me even less. I tried to avoid looking in my former friend’s direction, but when I couldn’t resist and turned my head, I saw his thick glasses aimed at me. Then he got up and walked over to our table.

At 5’2” with chopstick limbs, Arty didn’t cut a very intimidating figure. But he walked with enough confidence that we all quieted down as he approached. He paused at my seat for a second then pushed by me to get to Parker.

“You dropped this,” he said, flicking the fry in Parker’s face.

In all the years of Arty being picked on, I don’t think I’d ever seen him retaliate. Parker’s stunned face told me that he hadn’t, either. Unfortunately, he wasn’t stunned enough to stop him from grabbing Arty by the throat and tossing him to the ground. He gave Arty a few sharp kicks, while the rest of the kids cheered. I didn’t join in, but guilt burned in my chest as I watched.

Arty managed to pull himself to a sitting position and gave me another glare, his eyes wet but sharp behind his thick glasses.

“Not gonna help me up, Black Drac?” he wheezed. “Some hero you are.” He didn’t sound disappointed, though. As the lunch monitor hauled him away for “fighting”, he was smiling.

“Black Drac? What the hell was that dweeb talking about, Lyle?” Yumi asked.

It was the favorite of the superhero identities that we’d made when we were kids. Black Drac, the vampiric vigilante, and Zodiac Man, master of the 12 powers. Of course, I didn’t tell them that. I just said, “No idea. All that family moonshine must have gone to his brain.” Everyone laughed and I tried to join in, but the guilt burned hotter when I did. 

And it didn’t stop there. When Parker tripped a few freshmen in the hallway and I laughed, the burning came back. When Yumi showed off the bracelet she stole from a classmate and I complimented her, it came back again. At the end of the day, when Bart and Parker shook down some nerds to do our homework for us, it happened once again. But this time, Arty popped up behind me.

“You could intervene, you know,” he said, almost smugly. “It’d be the right thing to do.”

Bart, Parker, and even the kids we were bullying looked at me expectantly. Arty was right, of course, I could intervene and it would be the right thing to do. Instead, I shoved Arty to the ground.

“And you could take a shower for once, Arby’s!” I snapped. I thrust my math homework at the nerds and said, “If this doesn’t get an A tomorrow, you and I are going to have a serious problem.”

I walked off without looking back, hoping that sent the right message to Arty and the others. Almost immediately, the burning sensation came back with a vengeance. It hurt so bad, I wouldn’t have been able to walk home if it had lasted more than a minute. The first thing I did when I caught home was check the mirror. I pulled my shirt down and I saw it: a blackening, green-tinged lump of raised flesh in the clear shape of a V. Far from faint or invisible but not quite to disfiguring or concerning levels. If I’d had an explanation for it, I wouldn’t have been worried. But I didn’t have an explanation, not for the bruise of the burning that I’d felt all day.

It didn’t take a genius to grasp how it worked, though. Watching my friends do something nasty made it burn a little, doing something nasty myself made it burn a lot. And the fact that it started happening after Arty pushed by me to get to Parker wasn’t lost on me, either.

For a half hour, I tried ice packs and antibiotics to make the bruise go down, but nothing looked like it was working. I knew I was just stalling. Arty had done something to me and I needed to know what. Steeling myself, I decided to go visit Arty.

I didn’t want anyone I knew seeing me entering the trailer park, so I went through the forest. His family’s trailer was right on the edge of the property, so I could easily go from the trees to his front door, mostly unseen. Walking through the forest brought a wave of nostalgia as I remembered all the fun we had playing there. Arty’s parents were pretty harsh and mine were pretty controlling, even back then, so the forest is where we spent most of our time. Not for the first time, I started to regret cutting him off, but I shut that thought down.

“It’s not my fault that Arty never grew up and it’s not my fault that his family’s trash,” I said softly to myself. “He was deadweight and I cut him loose.” The second those words were out of my mouth, the V started to burn. It was really starting to hurt.

While gritting back the pain, I heard something through the trees. It sounded like a blowtorch flaring up and it went down just as the pain did. As quietly as I could, I crept through the bushes towards the noise. 

I recognized the clearing a split-second before it came into view. It was one of our favorite spots. The large boulder at one end was always our superhero HQ (or Pride Rock or Arctic fortress or whatever) and the shallow, rocky ditch on the other was the bad guy’s lair. 

Both of those areas were smeared with blood. The boulder had a large H painted on it surrounded by other smaller bloody drawings, and the ground around it was littered with bones. The ditch had a V painted in the center of the dying grass and flyblown entrails everywhere else. One of the rocks had a single black candle with a sickly green flame stuck to it. That unnatural fire somehow commanded more of my attention than the gore around me. Until another blowtorch hiss came from the boulder and I turned to see a blue flame rising out of a red candle that I hadn’t noticed before. Then I heard something else, a loud crunch of wood and stone as something large started coming closer through the trees.

On second thought, I decided to confront him at school the next day.

The bruise was still there when I woke up and it only got worse by lunch. Helping Bart sell his brother’s meds to burnouts. Setting up a prank for the pep rally with Parker. Taunting the special needs kids with Sheila. Giving Yumi the idea to blackmail her history teacher with some doctored photos. Every time the pain came back. I knew I should have stopped, but I couldn’t find a way to do it without wimping out in front of my friends. Still, I was swiftly caring less and less about that as the pain grew and by lunch, I had no problem leaving them to go corner Arty.

“Whatever you did, make it stop, Arty,” I said, once I’d dragged him to a quiet corner.

“You make it stop, Lyle,” he sneered smugly. “If you stop being garbage for 24 hours, the mark will disappear. Of course, it’ll come back if you start up again, but at least it’ll reset.”

I was about to ask what he meant before I remembered how the bruise worsens with each act. I checked on it before lunch. It was close to pitch black and the green veins were almost glowing. If I stopped being a bully for a day, according to Arty, it’d go back to the start, but wouldn’t really go away.

“I’m not being garbage. You’re just being too sensitive,” I snapped. “Are you seriously willing to kill me just because I won’t play Power Rangers in the backyard with you anymore?”

“You abandoned me for those scumbags,” Arty hissed. “And now, you’re the same as them: just a piece of crap that deserves to be punished. And you know that, don’t you?” His smirk came back. “That’s why you just sit back and watch when your new friends are being turds. You think it’ll keep your hands clean.”

“I’m just adapting!” I shout. “I didn’t want to ditch you, but this was the only way to get through life. My parents, the kids at school; none of them would have left me alone if I stayed your friend. I did it to keep myself safe. And you obviously know that or I’d see you sticking up for people like you seem to think I should do. Don’t act like you’re any better than me.”

We stood in silence for a bit. Then he nodded solemnly.

“So will you stop this?” I asked again.

“I’ll undo it after school. Just behave until then. Your candle’s almost melted down so I know you’re getting close.”

“Will this kill me if it keeps going?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

Arty’s watery gray eyes lit up. “So glad you asked. Come with me, Black Drac, I want to show you something.” 

He wandered into a stairwell, digging through his backpack. He smiled wanly as he yanked down his shirt with one hand and pulled a stretch of fabric free of the backpack with the other. On his chest was a deep red and blue-veined bruise in the shape of an H. In his hand was a big leather cloth crudely stitched together. The back of the cloth was red fabric except for a rougher part towards the top where Arty was holding it.

“I made part of it with my old towel cape,” he said, wrapping what I then realized was a cape around his shoulders. “The rest is made from my parents’ old curtain and my parents.”

It took me a second to process what he said and a second more to take in that the leather parts of the cape were surprisingly flesh toned. In those seconds, Arty’s thin, short, weak body changed. His Martian Manhunter shirt turned to indigo form-fitting fabric, which immediately ripped under the weight of fur-covered muscle. His sneakers became combat boots that tore around prehistoric reptilian hooves. Avian claws ripped out of leather gloves. His gruesome cape strained as his shoulders separated to make room for the 12 monstrous heads, most of which were wearing domino masks.

“Say hello to Zodiac Man,” the pig, tiger, rabbit, and snake heads said at once. The dragon head laughed cruelly and the baboon head screeched hungrily. The massive ox head extended its thick neck to give my head a sniff. All of his eyes glowed with blue fire. “Doesn’t last long. But once I have my villain, it’ll be permanent.”

“Villain?” I whispered. I was too scared to even try running. I slowly raised a hand to the V blooming under my shirt.

The rat and rooster heads nodded while the dog and horse heads said, “Well, yeah, every hero needs a villain or we’re just weirdos in spandex.” He thoughtfully stroked the ram head’s chin and said, “Dead parents help an origin story, too. You used to know things like that, Lyle. But you were right.” His voices grew pensive. “I’ve been more focused on getting back at you than I have in being a hero. And you were just trying to survive. You’re not my enemy, Lyle, and I don’t want you for my villain. I want you for my partner.”

As promised, the 12-headed nightmare in front of me shrank back down to my former best friend a few seconds later. He left me in the stairwell with a promise to remove my candle after school. I didn’t join in anymore bullying for the rest of the day. I never felt good about being a bully, but after talking with Arty, I wasn’t sure what to feel.

I thought a lot about what Arty had said and what it meant before the bell rang. His parents were always hurting him in one way or another and they thought our friendship was making him “fruity”, so I couldn’t say I’d miss them. My own parents only talked to me when they wanted to tell me how disappointing I was and they thought our friendship was holding me back. Probably wouldn’t miss them, either. I kept that thought with me as I went to the clearing.

Art was there chiseling off the black candle with a knife. Once it came loose, I immediately felt a heat extinguish on my chest. When he saw me, he smiled and walked forward, holding the knife and the old gray towel that Black Drac wore.

We talked for a while about what it meant to be a hero (strength, bravery, dead parents, cool costumes) and a villain (cruelty, selfishness, greed, cool costumes).  How hard it is to sew skin to cloth and how bones would make great helmets. How villains are designed to lose no matter how powerful they are. He never told me how he made all this happen (I still don’t think even he knows), but it was fun talking to him after years of trying to shut him out. When I went home for the night, it was with the knife.

The following week was rough. Lying to the police about my parents’ disappearance was a one-time thing; there’s no way they’ll believe the business trip excuse a second time. Rekindling my friendship with Arty meant a fair bit of bullying for both of us but it’ll be worth it.  The ditch’s black candles far outnumber the boulder’s two red ones (all it takes is a touch from either of us), but Arty told me not to worry.

“Every new villain just makes us stronger,” he said. “Remember, villains always lose.”

And so here we are at the school pep rally. The laxatives Parker put in the cheerleaders’ drinks start to take effect at the same time the brown dye-packs hidden in the marching band instruments go off. An overhead projector starts playing footage captured from cameras he’d hidden in the bathrooms and the crowd erupts into laughter and taunts. Followed quickly by yelps of pain as over twenty people, both students and faculty, rub their chests and start choking.

“It’s happening, bud,” Arty says excitedly. “A lot at once, look like. Capes and cowls, quick!”

We pull our gear out of our backpacks. The cowls made from scalps and skulls were my idea. We put them on and start our transformation just as our villains start theirs. In all honesty, we’re just as monstrous and frightening as they are, but there’s something sickly about them. The fur under Parker’s ragged spandex is patchy and mangy. Sheila’s six buglike limbs look too frail and skeletal to hold her laser guns properly. Yumi’s second and third heads are practically vestigial, so only her main head has a psychic enhancer helmet. Bart actually shrank a bit as his body broke out in warts and was covered with a bloody lab coat. Compared to them, my thick midnight fur, upturned snout full of fangs, and massive leathery wings look gorgeous.

The villains start attacking the normals who haven’t run away yet. I adjust my skull mask, now transformed to match my new face, and summon ectoplasmic energy to my claws. Zodiac Man readies his cosmic sword and levitates into the air.

“Good to fight alongside you again, Black Drac,” his dragon head shouts over the din.

“Same, Zodiac Man,” I rasp. “It’s good to feel like a hero again. Now let’s have some fun.”

#short story #monsters #superhero #supervillain #magic ritual #revenge #high school #bullies

[mattydemise]

09:30. September 20th, 2022.

Yesterday I moved some stuff around so I had access to my bench press again. The workout was hard and pure. A clean burn. 100% ethanol and an open flame. I can really feel it today and I’ve missed it. I’ve missed that dull ache in my chest. Push ups are great but don’t hit the same way. There’s a cleansing quality to a long workout. Sweating out the poison within. That’s how I view my workouts. A total enema of the soul. Weights and the weightroom are the great equaliser, your ego should be left at the door. You pick up the heavy thing and put it back down again. There should be no ego in such simple motions. When it’s just the weights and I, I have balance, I have a goal, and I have purpose. In that hour you’ve got everything you need, just yourself and the iron. In that hour you and your will are the only things you need.

Today I’m supposed to work in town but I have one foot out the door. I’ve outgrown it, I’m checked out, and I need to leave. My time is better spent elsewhere and I don’t need the money. I was going to take a mental health day but I’ve never really done anything like that before. Wouldn’t know how to approach it. I’ve never said no to work before. I have no problem saying “No” in general but when it comes to work I don’t really see anything more important (which is a falsity as in reality almost everything is more important than work). I’ll sort it out soon.

I’m sitting next to what I thought was a couple but it's actually some balding man with slicked back hair and too much cologne and a woman talking about how “he’s not very touchy feely. We’ll still sit together on the couch though.” I feel like looking at him and saying, “You think you’re some kind of slick rick, hey?” and just wiping the floor with him. The way some men talk to women churns my fucking stomach. Their not-so-subtle ulterior motives, thinking with their vile shrivelled cocks. It makes me fucking nauseous. This beautiful middle aged woman is baring her soul to this bloke and I bet he's just thinking about gently sliding into her life. He’ll be so smooth about it that she won’t notice its happened until it’s too late to back away. 55 is coming up quick and if you don’t get busy living, you get busy dying. These blokes only think in shallow transactional terms. I know he's a greaseball, I see it written on his face from where I’m sitting.

I’m tired of the rat race and the games people play. Everything’s surface nowadays. Shallow. There’s no substance to anything. It’s all so fucking false. Every signal this planet sends up into space is ignored because there’s nothing real down here. Just selfish people and their lies. Whatever else is out there can see it from galaxies away and so they avoid us like the plague. I’m no better though, I want to punch this bloke in the face and I don’t even know him. I’m no saint.

#mattobsidian #writing #words #thoughts #text

[witchyweasley]

Release the Tension - Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: The final year at Hogwarts is always a rough one, so you try to find ways to release tension in whatever way you can.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, oral (male receiving), public-ish?

The final year at Hogwarts is usually the most stressful. Professors expect you to be perfect, and every little mistake you make is amplified 10 times more than it should be because “You’re about to be out in the real world,” and “Hogwarts can’t protect you forever.” All of the little things really add up, and sometimes you just need a way to release the tension.

Thankfully, Fred Weasley has felt the same way. After one particularly rough game of quidditch and a victory party in the Gryffindor common room, I found myself waking up in his bed. The bed curtains were drawn, so hopefully none of his roommates saw me in there. They obviously knew someone was there, but they didn’t need to know who.

I quickly threw on my clothes and quickly headed over to my own dorm room, stepping over various passed out gryffindors who just didn’t have the energy to walk upstairs last night. I went down to the showers and got myself ready for the long day of classes ahead of me.

When I got to the great hall for breakfast, I found the Weasley twins sitting in our usual spot, both looking a little worse for wear.

“Oof, what got into you two?” I asked, sitting across from them.

“Firewhiskey. And a bit too much of it,” George answered as his fingers massaged his temples. “I’m going to go take a puking pastille, just to speed up the inevitable. Either of you want one?”

“No, I’m good thanks,” I answered and Fred shook his head no.

“Suit yourselves, I’ll see you in potions, if I make it that far,” George groaned as he headed back to his dorm.

“So, was I dreaming, or did we fuck last night?” Fred asked as he rubbed his forehead.

“As much as I would like to say ‘In your dreams’, we definitely fucked,” I said, loading my plate up with toast.

“I’m sorry, we probably shouldn’t have done that,” Fred said, grabbing a piece of toast that I buttered up for him.

“I don’t remember complaining about it?” I said nonchalantly.

“Oh? Have a bit of a crush do we?” He smirked.

“Not quite Weasley. It’s our last year of school, I’m not really looking for a serious relationship,” I said.

“So that was a one time thing? Damnit, I knew I shouldn’t have drank last night, then I could at least remember it,” Fred groaned.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a one time thing…” I suggested.

“Oh? And what do you propose?” Fred asked.

“Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits?” I suggest.

“No strings attached?” Fred clarified.

“Correct, just fucking no feelings. We’ve both got a lot of tension with school, quidditch, and worrying about the future, and I think last night we released some of that,” I said.

“Alright, I’m down,” Fred shrugged. I nodded and continued eating my toast, mentally preparing myself for my classes today.

“These are some of the most practical skills you will ever learn in your time at Hogwarts. These are also some of the hardest skills you will learn. Pay close attention to me, this will be on the test next week and I will not be repeating myself,” McGonagall said as she showed us a difficult spell.

My brain was already so clouded from the test in Potions where greaseball wouldn’t let us use our notes to brew a potion he only taught us a couple days prior. I couldn’t focus at all. I found myself staring across the room at Fred, watching his hands as he took careful notes of McGonagall's demonstration. He caught me staring at him and raised his eyebrows at me before mouthing “pay attention” at me. I just winked at him and watched his face flush at my actions.

After class I quickly caught up with Fred and dragged him away from his friends.

“Want to release some tension?” I asked, overly stressed from the last test. He smirked and pulled me into one of the many hidden corridors of Hogwarts, one I had never even seen before.

“How do you always know where these are?” I asked.

“Oh is that what you want to do, you want to talk?” Fred asked, towering over me as he backed me up against the wall, “Or do you want to fuck?”

I grabbed his tie and pulled his lips against mine in a rough kiss. My hands slid up into his hair, as he gripped my waist and pulled me close. A soft growl escaping his lips as I tugged at his ginger hair. His fingers began unbuttoning my top, stopping halfway through. No point in fully undressing in case someone were to miraculously come by and ruin the moment.

His lips travelled down to my jawline, making their way to my neck where he lightly sucked at the sweet spot. After making a small mark, he worked his way to my collar bones, and then down to my breasts. He pulled down the lacey cup of my bra and took one nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other, causing small, breathy moans from me.

As he moved to give my other nipple some attention, his other hand slipped down under my skirt, rubbing circles over my panties.

“Fuck Freddie,” I moaned, causing him to remove his mouth from my nipple and press a hard kiss to my lips.

“Quiet love, we don’t want anyone to catch us. Can you be quiet for me?” He asked quietly. I nodded in response, but admittedly I didn’t trust myself very much. I don’t think he trusted me either, but he returned back to giving my nipple attention. I bit my lip, but lost control as he slipped a finger into my panties.

“Do that again and I’m gonna have to make you be quiet,” He said, smirking at me. He knew what he was doing.

Biting down on my lip only got me so quiet, but not quite enough as he slid a second finger into my pussy. He quickly removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fine, looks like I’ll have to make you be quiet. Get on your knees for me,” Fred smirked. I sank down to my knees, watching as Fred quickly unbuckled his belt, and quickly released his erection from his pants.

He watched me intently as I took his length into my hand, pumping it a few times before licking it from base to tip. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as I took his length into my mouth, using my hand to pump what I couldn’t comfortably fit in my mouth. I continued bobbing my head, slowly taking more and more of him into my mouth. I then took his entire length in my mouth, causing a moan to escape from him.

I started to move back to make a snarky comment, but Fred pressed a hand to the back of my head.

“Don’t even think about it,” He said, knowing what I was going to say. He was now thrusting his hips, controlling the pace that I was originally in charge of. His head was thrown back and his breathing was ragged.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he breathed out. His thrusts slowed down and soon he released into my mouth. I looked up at him while I swallowed the salty white liquid.

“What is it Mrs. Norris? Are children in the forbidden corridor?” I heard Filch say. Sure enough, Mrs. Norris rounded the corner and started meowing loudly. Fred quickly shoved his dick back into his pants, helped me up, and grabbed my hand as we started running down the corridor. Barely avoiding Filch, and just barely out running Mrs. Norris.

Once we were safe from them, Fred pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard.

“We can continue this after quidditch practice.”

#smut #harry potter smut #fred weasley smut #fred Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley x reader smut #one shot #fred Weasley one shot #hp smut #weasley twin #weasley smut #kinkmas #Fred Weasley kinkmas

[comfortwriting]

Best Friends Brother Part 3 - G.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

This is part 3 of ‘Best Friends Brother’ please read part 1 and part 2, want to be tagged? let me know! 

George Weasley x Fem Reader slow burn

Warnings: mention of food and eating, swearing, 

The moment your lips touched, fireworks went off around you, George wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him - all of your worries withering away, all you could feel was happiness and pure bliss.

George pulled away from the kiss and slowly opened his eyes, you were in shocked and couldn’t believe who’s lips had collided with yours moments before.

Opening your eyes slowly, you stared into George’s brown ones, his gentle hands holding yours and squeezing them softly.

“T-Thank you for tonight” you blushed, letting go of one of his hands, tucking a stray hair behind your ear nervously “It’s been wonderful.”

George smiled softly and nodded “it has” he paused for a moment, his thumb tracing circles into your palm “same time next week?” he asked, sounding quite nervous.

You squeezed his hand back in excitement and nodded “I would love to” you beamed.

Your three month anniversary was hanging around the corner, you had planned a whole day out on Saturday once George finished Quidditch practice, your heart fluttering in excitement and skipping beats, causing you to squirm in your seat - giggling out and squealing, confusing those around you, especially Ron who thought you were going barmy.

Despite seeing each other every day, the two of you were keeping things secret, you weren't ready for anyone to know - George knew his little brother all too well and so did you, Ron would be far from happy.

“George didn’t say anything to you after he, you know?” Ron asked, acting quite shifty in his chair.

“No he didn’t” you replied, “he’s not interested in me Ron, he just hates creeps.”

“Where were you last night?” Ron asked over breakfast, staring at you questioningly.

Shit! Think of something! I totally wasn’t kissing your brother, no, not at all.

“I went for a walk” you lied “I just had so much energy and needed to get out, I found an injured little owlet and was up all night nursing it, he’s helping me get over Penny.”

Ron believed you and nodded slowly “are you sure you’re ready for another owl?” he asked, trying to sound as caring as he could.

You sighed “I think it’s about time, yeah” you replied “It’s been almost over a year so I figured why not.”

So instead, you wrote to each other a few times a week, you had to admit, you quite liked the schedule; Wednesdays and Sundays nights were for the love letters, Saturdays were for dates unless he couldn’t skip Quidditch and the rest of the week you barely spoke and only engaged in eye contact if you were in the company of others - if not, you would hold hands and kiss in empty broom closets or even in the astronomy tower, but it was rare as Fred was never far behind from his twin.

Dearest Y/N,

Although we see each other every day and go on dates most weekends (when Ron isn’t on your back, or when I’m in detention like now) writing to you feels just as good as the real thing - but still bloody ridiculous.

Fred keeps asking what I’ve spent my Galleons on, told him it was for an experiment to do with our products we’re testing - he’s suspicious but believes me after I made myself sick to get out of Quidditch, oh the things I do for you, Y/N.

I think Gideon is the perfect name for the Owlet, mum will be so heart warmed and honoured when she finds out - but don’t bring the galleons into it of course, not until the joke shop is up and running with great success!

Seeing you last night up in the Astronomy tower was nothing short of the highlight of my day, I wish we could do it more often, but not to worry - one day we won’t need to meet up in private at all.

Anyway, I better get back to some homework before the greaseball comes over and reads this - detention with him always drags.

The next one will be longer, I promise, love.

Lots of love,

Georgie.

Dear George,

You should be focusing, get your head down and do your homework if you can bear it, I swear George, the day I receive a letter from you that wasn’t written in detention will be the day I wink at Snape - it’s silly I’m even asking you knowing that it’s never going to happen.

Your letters always cheer me up, Georgie, I can hear your voice as I read, feels like you’re sitting next to me and it’s good enough for me at the time being, I’m so thankful that we aren’t hundreds of miles away from each other.

Hey! You can’t be skipping Quidditch for me, you plonker! Gryffindor team need you and you’re a bloody good Beater - unbeatable in fact but stop skipping! we can make up for a lost date another time, I’ll try not to miss you too much I swear.

Thank you for gifting me Gideon, he is the sweetest little owlet and I cannot wait to watch him grow and to teach him like I did Penny - if his mother will let me that is. I won’t say a word to anyone, no one will know that you did such a thing although I want nothing more than to tell everyone, your kind-heartedness should never go unnoticed.

The joke shop will sweep you up off your feet and I can’t wait to see Weasley wizard Wheezes everywhere I go.

Thank you so much for last night, please don’t forget to send me your Christmas list - please don’t get me anything - Gideon is enough.

Focus on your bloody homework!

Speak soon and lots of love,

Y/N.

Looking over and your Owl, now named Gideon who had grown so much he was no longer a tiny owlet, you stroked his head and giggled at him as he nibbled on your finger.

“Alright, alright, but don’t be out too long” you whispered, opening your bedroom window, Gideon flapping his wings, leaping out and soaring into the night sky.

You beamed at your treasure, flying away to get some food for the evening, climbing into your bed as quietly as you could, hoping you wouldn’t wake up Hermione or your other roommates. Sliding your hand under your pillow, you patted around for the love letters from George you were hiding from everyone.

Your fingers grazed the corners of the crinkled parchment, lifting up your pillow you retrieved his most recent letter, taking it with you as you dive under your covers, shielding you from your roommates and giving you some privacy.

“Lumos!” You whispered, a beam of light stretching out from the tip of your wand, your cheeks flushing again upon seeing George’s handwriting.

Dearest Y/N,

Thank you for the heads-up, saved me and Freddie a lot of trouble, I swear one day Mr Filch and that bloody cat won’t know what’s hit them - if it wasn’t for you, we would’ve lost all of our plans and The Marauders Map, so thank you again for saving us all that trouble.

These three months have flown by so fast, I can’t believe it, I know this seems rather daft - a tall prankster being all lovey-dovey like this, but you really make me happy and I can’t wait to spend more time with you.

If you ever want to test any puking pastilles or fainting fancies, let me know and I’ll be able to look after you, love.

Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday so we can actually speak face to face - if Ron asks, you already know what to say.

Wrap up warm, it’ll be quite cold in Hogsmeade.

Looking forward to seeing you,

lots of love,

Georgie.

“Where are you off to so early? We never see you anymore over the weekend!” Ron complained, a mouthful of bacon.

“Oh get some manners, Ronald!” Hermione hissed, knitting her eyebrows together and grimacing.

You stood on the spot and stared at Ron, trying to plaster the most obvious expression on your face to make him feel stupid. “I’m off to spend some quality time with Gideon, he’s only a few months old and I want to make sure he’s as stable as Penny was at her age - I won’t be able to trust him to send letters long distances otherwise.” you lied.

But in all honesty, you weren’t really lying completely, next weekend was the end of term and the start of the Christmas Holidays - you wanted to make sure Gideon could deliver George’s letters to the burrow, you wouldn’t be able to hide them around for him to stumble across and pick up any more, and the two of you already discussed the problems of trying to use a device which muggles called a telephone.

“I’ll write you letters every week” George whispered, standing next to you in the corridors swarming with busy students, Fred chasing after Angelina outside “look in the middle of your textbooks, I’ll slide them in the middle of the pages.”

Opening up your book, a piece of folded parchment slid down and fell into your lap, you quickly stuffed it into your pocket, looking around to see if Ron noticed - luckily for you who he was copying Hermione’s classwork.

Ron looked lost for words, swallowing his bacon and thinking about your owl and how much you truly loved them “Alright then, well, see you later.” he replied,

You raised your eyebrows and smiled, waving goodbye to him, Harry and Hermione, walking out of the Great Hall and getting ready to meet George in Hogsmeade.

“She spends too much time with that bloody owl if you ask me” Ron muttered, stabbing some peas with his fork.

Hermione sighed “I think it’s quite sweet actually, she’s quite similar to Hagrid.”

Harry grinned and started to laugh, Ron rolled his eyes.

“Except the fact that she’s not a giant and she only flocks to birds of prey, not dragons or creatures that could kill us!”

“Well, at least you know where she’s going” Fred called out, walking past his brother “George never tells me where he’s off to and what he’s up to on a Saturday, he’s skiving Quidditch practice again and I get in bothered for it - I can’t check either because he’s got that sodding map with him!”

George wasn’t wrong, this time of year, Hogsmeade was freezing - your fingers changed colour and you could feel the ache and tingle against the freezing air that nibbled on your exposed skin.

You embraced yourself in one of the jumpers he had given you, one you were wearing under your fluffy winter coat which matched the colour of the snow. Looking around the small Village, you noticed George waiting outside The Three Broomsticks, looking slightly nervous as he scratched the back of his head.

You walked up to him, as you got closer you couldn’t help but blush at his red nose that had been attacked from the harsh winter air “Hello, George” you smiled softly, pulling him into a hug after clearing the coast of possible students.

George held you in his arms for a moment, taking in your scent and the feeling of your face against his chest, your hair under his chin as it rested on your head. “shall we get a drink, love?” he asked softly.

Following him inside and getting sat down in a quieter area of the pub, George ordered you and him a butterbeer and held your hand over the table, casually checking the map every now and then, checking on his brothers.

“It’s so good to see your face” he smiled, his starry eyes getting lost in yours.

You blushed and smiled widely, your drinks being placed down on your table, “It’s so good to see you too, can’t believe it’s been three months already!”

George took a sip of his butterbeer, the butterscotch warming up his tummy, you mirrored him, leaving behind a white foamy moustache. George smirked and leaned over the table, carefully avoiding spilling his drink as he wiped away the foam sitting on your top lip with his thumb, his index finger lifting up your chin.

The two of you exchanged a quick, risky kiss, remembering you needed to tone things down despite how hard the temptation was to snog him. George leaned back in his chair, sucking the foam off his thumb.

“I’ve been training Gideon” you beamed, the butterbeer warming you up “he’s finally got the hang of flying long distances and coming back in one piece.”

Meeting George in the small and squashed broom closet, he examined your tired features, looking slightly concerned, his hand resting against your face.

“Are you alright love?” he asked, “you look exhausted.”

You nodded and replied “I’m fine” suppressing a yawn “been up all night with Gideon, he’s growing so fast and he won’t allow me to baby him forever - he’ll be big enough to deliver letters soon.”

George felt a part of him fall in love with you all over again, the picture of you and Gideon in his mind made his insides got all warm and fuzzy - more so than his drink.

“So now he’ll be delivering you letters over Christmas!”

George went quiet and scratched behind his head like he did when he stood outside the pub, he paused for a moment and pursed his lips, licking them. “About that..” he trailed off, staring at his now half-full glass of butterbeer.

Your insides started to sink suddenly but your hopes were lifting, trying to figure out what he was going to say.

Is he staying at Hogwarts for Christmas with me whilst everyone else goes home? Am I unable to send him letters over Christmas if he goes back home?

“What is it?” you asked, both curiously and nervously.

George broke out into a smile, quickly glancing at the map again, then looking back into his favourite pair of eyes.

“Well, I was wondering...” he paused again “if you would like to stay at the burrow over Christmas, with me, everyone else of course but-”

“Yes!” you squealed, getting excited “oh George I would love to!”

George broke out into a grin, so relieved you were willing to come and spend some more time with him, a chance for the two of you to try and get some private time together, in the comfort of his own home.

“I had to ask mum ‘on behalf of Ron’ so if she says anything, just go through with it” George said quietly “Ron wouldn’t remember asking me to do such a thing anyway - his head is that clouded with Hermione.”

You swallowed down the rest of your drink, remembering to wipe away your foamy moustache this time “This is going to be wonderful, George” you smiled, squeezing his hand over to the table “Two whole weeks that we can just.. just be ourselves together!”

George smiled but remembered to remind you “We still need to keep everything on the down-low, it will be a full house and if we disappear it will be obvious we’re together - we’ll just need to wait for everyone to go to bed or go for a walk when they’re too busy to notice.”

You nodded your head, remembering that you would now be under not just Ron’s watch, but every Weasley who wouldn’t approve of your budding relationship.

George kissed your hand and looked down at the map once more, his smile dropping.

“Shit!” he panicked, getting up out of his seat.

“What is it?” you panicked, following him to the back doors in the pub.

He stared down at the map, his eyes following the group of feet storming into Hogsmeade “Fred, Ron, Harry - everyone’s heading this way - to this bloody pub!”

You swallowed hard, the butterbeer churning in your stomach, George’s drink rising up into his throat.

“When we can get away I’ll head to the owlery!” you put your coat back on, pulling the zip up quickly “you go hurry to Honey Dukes or Zonko’s when you get the chance, you’ll find your letter folded in your Quidditch jersey!”

George nodded, looking up from the map and quickly kissing you on the lips, the look in his eyes expressing the most sympathy you had ever seen.

Keeping things a secret would only get harder, harder than you and George were expecting.

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[neacle]

all headcanons for greaseball pls :3 (or as many as you feel comfortable answering)

My Man <3 My husband <3

☾ - sleep headcanon

Heavy sleeper, falls asleep super easily and then *snores*, a looot. He often sleeps on his belly and spreads out a lot if he's not spooning ya

★ - sad headcanon

Got teased a lot when he was younger cause he has difficulty reading and spelling.

☆ - happy headcanon

He has a very nice singing voice, although he doesn't actually actively sing. He hums in the shower or when he's really focusing, sometimes he can't tell that he does it, to his great embarrassment

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

He gets angry very easily, and violent too if it's someone he really doesn't like. He tries not to get into fights tho, but sometimes you just have to punch a guy or headbutt 'em, espacially if they insult him or someone he cares about.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Famous ladiesman, very talented, and certainly knows what he's doing. Surprisingly a very quick learner, and he likes to use his hands a lot, so when Electra introduces him to bondage, he takes great joy in tying up his Lexi 😌 Coming up with new and fun ways to play with him

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Kinda spartan, but very clean too because of this. He has his own shed with the built in cot and washing stall, table and chairs, closet and a TV, some shelves with knick-knacks and trophies. Electra later makes him get a couch to snuggle on

♡ - romantic headcanon

Smoothtalker, knows how to make you melt <3 Likes to hug and cuddle, pressing his forehead against his S/O, rumbling long and hard. Knows how to show you a good time, dance, drinking, great sex

♥ - family headcanon

Youngest of maaaany siblings. Wasn't really planned actually but completely spoiled by his parents. His siblings have gone on to do a lot of great things and established themselves so he's felt like he's had to try extra hard. Because of this and also kinda being the "fave" child, he's gotten kinda self-centered and blown-up, turning into the asshole we know today 😌 His momma is mexican and his pa is american.

☮ - friendship headcanon

His gang are his friends, but not very super close, they more admire him than actually know him. He sees C.B as his lil' buddy tho, and their friendship will only grow after the championship. He kinda took him for granted before, not really realising he bossed him around lol

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

he runs his hands through his hair a lot when he's nervous or stressed.

he likes to work with his hands and build stuff, his shelves that are filled with knick-knacks are small and messy figures he's carved. He also loves nature and hikes a lot, like sto be in the woods and just think his thoughts, even if they are few-

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes: Electra, asses, barbeque, swimming, 50's rock music (obv), sitting in the sun, a good whiskey, working out

Dislikes: Rain, word puzzles, losing, cucumber, sitting still and waiting

▼ - childhood headcanon

Already kinda mentioned but the youngest of a huuuge family, rather happy and spoiled childhood. Very priveleged his whole life and thusly used to getting his way. He was very short for a long time and worried he would stay like that until he had a sudden growthspurt one summer and just turned into a tree-

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Again, they don't age. But looks wise he's at like 34-35 ish.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Dinah taught him to cook, and he's rather good at it, growing up with a mother that was a dining car as well, so he likes to learn. He doesn't cook a lot tho, but when he does it turns out kinda good!

☼ - appearance headcanon

Tall, 6,2 ish. Broad, biggest train in the yard and *knows* it. Tanned with black hair, tho in the sun it has some brown tones, with gold thicker strands. All diesels have some metal strands in their hair, and his happened to be gold from his dad. Dark golden eyes, and when it's cold his chrome body heats up and you can see the molten heat shining through at certain parts, like ribs and arms and pecs.

Dimples the bastard, charming face and smile

ൠ - random headcanon

he may be awful at reading and spelling but he's surprisingly good at math

#thanks toby!! #i love One Man and that is he #starlight express #greaseball the diesel engine #stex headcanons #stex greaseball #my headcanons

[workofthediesel]

If you're still doing fic requests, may I kindly ask you for Greaseball x Killerwatt?

fic requests are open! send me an ask!

One of the many benefits Killerwatt had found to always wearing his dark sunglasses was that it made it impossible to truly know where he was looking. So, when Greaseball started flexing and showing off for the coaches like he always did, no one could tell that Killerwatt was also watching him intently.

Safely hidden, he let his eyes trace the bulging curve of Greaseball’s biceps. It was a struggle to fight down the urge to bite his lip. He wanted to go over there and drag his fingers along the muscle, run his palms over the straining pecs down to the rock-hard abs, maybe even lower to those powerful thighs and--

A faint heat was starting to flare up behind Killerwatt’s cheeks. He hoped it wasn’t a visible blush--he’d never be able to live down the embarrassment of being caught practically drooling over the diesel. He forced himself to turn his head away so he was at least facing the rest of the electrics, but out of the corner of his eye, he was still watching Greaseball.

Greaseball might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but Killerwatt had to give him credit: he always knew when he was being admired. So, when he’d had his fun with the coaches, he turned his attention to the electrics, making a beeline for Killerwatt.

Killerwatt swallowed thickly, keeping his face an impassive mask to hide the anticipation and excitement swirling within him.

He wasn’t the only one who had noticed Greaseball’s approach. Volta’s lips puckered like he’d just tasted something sour. “Oh, great,” he said, “what does he want?”

“Leave it to me,” Killerwatt said a little too quickly. If he could meet Greaseball halfway, hopefully the other electrics wouldn’t be able to hear whatever braggadocious teasing Greaseball was about to subject him to.

Without waiting for a reply, Killerwatt pushed himself off to intercept Greaseball before he got there. Greaseball met him with a self-satisfied smirk. “Like what you see?”

Killerwatt lifted a hand up to stop Greaseball from leaning in closer like he was trying to. “Not here,” he hissed lowly.

“Why not?” Greaseball asked with a playful pout.

“You know why not.”

Greaseball’s eyes flicked over Killerwatt’s shoulder to the group of electrics behind him. His playful pout changed into a real one. “Still?”

Killerwatt couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He’d been hesitant about telling the other electrics about his and Greaseball’s relationship for months now, and the longer it went on, the more awkward he felt about bringing it up.

It was no secret that Greaseball and the electrics didn’t quite see eye to eye. Since their relationship had started, however, Greaseball had made a serious effort to try to get along. Killerwatt knew it was a testament to how committed Greaseball was to him, that he would go to such lengths to try to make it work with Killerwatt’s family. It was very sweet, and it really meant a lot to him.

The electrics, on the other hand, did not reciprocate the gesture. They remained as aloof and snarky as ever. Killerwatt knew--or at least, he hoped--that if he told them that he and Greaseball were together, they’d try to play nice, but he was worried. Worried that they wouldn’t make the effort, that they wouldn’t understand, that they’d try to pull him away from Greaseball.

That was what had stayed his tongue at the beginning. Now, added to that was the fact that this had been going on in secret for so long. How was he supposed to bring it up now?

“I’ll tell them,” Killerwatt said. “Just give me a few more days.”

The look Greaseball gave him said that he didn’t quite believe him, but he didn’t say anything. There were hints of sadness and sympathy in his eyes, which only served to make Killerwatt feel even worse.

Glancing over Killerwatt’s shoulder once more to make sure that what he was about to do wasn’t going to be seen, Greaseball reached a hand out to Killerwatt, safely hidden from view by their bodies. Killerwatt didn’t hesitate to take it, gratefully linking their fingers.

Looking down at their hands, Killerwatt felt his lips twitch up into the smallest smile. This made him so happy, Greaseball made him so happy. He didn’t want to keep hiding it.

“I will tell them,” he promised. And he meant it. His family couldn’t possibly be upset at him over something that made him so happy. He only needed to figure out what he was going to say.

Greaseball returned his smile brightly, giving Killerwatt’s hands a squeeze. “You want me to be with you for that?”

“No, that’s alright.” It was something Killerwatt wanted to do on his own. “But we can celebrate after.”

Greaseball’s smile grew. It was dazzling, and it took Killerwatt’s breath away. “I look forward to it,” he said with a wink.

With his head turned away from the other electrics, Killerwatt felt safe enough to blow Greaseball a quick kiss. Greaseball returned it, which was a move a bit riskier than Killerwatt normally would have liked. Now, though, as happy as he was and with a plan in place for telling the others, he couldn’t have cared less. It simply made his heart feel light, and he couldn’t wait for the day when he could kiss him properly out here and not have to worry for a second.

#starlight express #stex #stex fanfic #killerwatt the security truck #greaseball the diesel engine #killerwatt #greaseball #stex killerwatt #stex greaseball

[sweet-dining-car]

Ok so I've been dead for like a really long time cuz I did not like the way that the fandom was going and how some ppl were acting on here but I need to talk about the changes in the rivial. Like what is going on????

First thing that took me by such great surprize was Greaseball. And now plz don't jump me and call me homopobic or anything but I just really don't think that this was the right move here. I mean, changing a character's gender aright, ok, we saw that with Momma and thats fine but I just really don't think that it should have been Greaseball. I mean his whole character and everything I just don't think so. Also I really like hearing Pumping Iron from a nice Baritone and idk how that would sound in a female range.

Now, in my inital shock I was like WHAT? What will GreaseDinah look like now??? But then I thought abt it. Greaseball may still be a man in this production, we really don't know. They didn't change his name or say that he wasn't a man anymore, Greaseball could still be the same just played by a woman now. Again, please don't jump down my thoat here, I'm not trying to offend or anything.

Now what I was actually hoping for in the rivial was maybe a female Electra finally offically, cuz tbh that seems more realisitic to me. AC/DC could be sung by a nice Alto that can also reach Mezzo-Soprano too. Also it has already been confirmed that Electra is gender fluid so I mean why not?

I was also hoping for some more diveristy in the rockies too, I gotta keep my fingers crossed on that one.

I'm glad to see a lot more of the Germany cast there but I am really holding by breath cuz I hope things don't change too much

The female Greaseball just really took me by surprize and idk what to think now. I just wanna see the costume and please PLEASE don't mess up Rolling Stock or Pumping Iron in terms of vocals or music. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make the sound track sound good

#starlight express #stex

[goblinlovesmusicals]

Why is Rustball seen as abusive and toxic while GreaseDinah isn’t?

Anyone who follows me knows I love my Rustball, to the point where I write for it and chat w my mutuals about it. But I’ve gotten so much hate for it. Folks calling it abusive (to be fair I can kind of understand that but only in some ways) and saying I’m “ignoring canon just so I can make chars gay” which is just plain not true.

The latter argument isn’t even valid. In every fandom people will ignore the heterosexual canon and make a character gay. Arguing that I’m shipping it just so it can be gay and “ignoring canon” is just plain stupid.

Now, let’s look at the former argument: Greaseball hurts and beats Rusty.

Yep. He did. He definitely did. He beat him and said hurtful things and made his gang do the same. He also tried to have him crashed. He was a shitty dude. I’m not defending him and I’m not denying that he did that horrible stuff.

But if we look at GreaseDinah...he does some of the same stuff. I’m not going to say both situations are the same, because they just aren’t, but they aren’t too different in regards to what he did.

With Rusty, he had his gang beat him. With Dinah, he himself beats her and cheated on her, as evident by this line by the Sleepers: "But he beats you all the time, he gives you hell. He two-times you and he likes to kiss and tell." (Which, by the way, implies that he brags about cheating and stuff and that’s just not cool).

With Rusty, he makes fun of him and is discriminatory about Rusty being a steam train. With Dinah, he dumps her w no regards for her at all and then gets with Pearl two seconds later.

See? He is toxic and abusive in both regards.

But my issue is that everyone loves GreaseDinah. And I will admit it’s cute, but it’s not my cup of tea. I know that most folks who ship it say “Oh, they work things out and Greaseball gets better!” And I have no issue with that, people change.

BUT

I myself state many many times that in my Rustball universe, Greaseball changes and gets better. But nobody will accept that? Why do they accept that for GreaseDinah but not for Rustball?

In GreaseDinah, GB apologizes and stuff and that’s great! But he cant change overnight. Dinah just took the abuse and was even encouraged to take him back in the end. GB can’t change suddenly, especially not if Dinah will still just take it.

In Rustball, GB does hurt Rusty and never even says sorry. There’s no excusing that. But Rusty fights back and never forgives Greaseball. I don’t know why, but that simple factor doesn’t rub me the wrong way like GreaseDinah does.

Why do people accept that he changes for Dinah but not that he would, if they get romantically involved, change for Rusty?

I don’t have all the answers, but here’s the borderline issue: People will claim certain ships that have toxic, abusive, or unhealthy themes are just fine but not others.

I’m not telling you what you can and can’t ship. Ship GreaseDinah, ship Rustball, ship whatever you want. But stop hating on Rustball and claiming GreaseDinah is unproblematic.

#starlight express #rustball #GreaseDinah #stex rant #tw abuse mention #tw toxic relationship #I’m not trying to start drama but this needs to be addressed

[whistlingstarlight]

Greaseball and Electra because my lads <3

For Greaseball:

1) Drue Williams, he's got the perfect amount of comedy and seriousness, especially in the 2nd US Tour. And he looks and sounds the part perfectly ofc.

2) Matthew Goodgame. I can't really place and exact reason why tbh, I just think he's really good lol.

3) John Schiappa. Bonus points for being the only blonde Grease, and also for having one of my favourite apology scenes. Overall very good, definitely a solid successor to Robert Torti.

For Electra:

1) Koffi Missah. Do I really need to explain why? Koffi's just really awesome, love the voice, dancing, mannerisms and especially wig. I love his glam rock vibes, he's a really fun Electra to watch.

2) Mykal Rand. Best makeup any Electra has ever had, hands down. Also got probably my favourite voice of any Electra, he's really great. I've not been able to see much footage of him sadly, but I've enjoyed everything I have seen of him.

3) Dustin Dubreuil. Might be an unpopular/controversial opinion due to how differently he plays Electra, but that's exactly why I like him so much. It's fun seeing a different take! Plus he's got a super good voice and a very strong presence onstage. I think he worked best as Greaseball, but his Electra is still great too. Rest in peace, dude.

#thx for the ask Neah! #stex #starlight express #asks

[the-bafflement-of-scotland-yard]

Allllllll of them for DinahBoose lofe !!!

them ;-;

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

1. How did they first meet?

The freight and coaches generally kept their distance from each other, but one day they were all stuck at a station because of a railway accident (C.B. may or may not have been the cause of that) and they got talking and hit it off immediately.

2. What was their first impression of each other?

C.B. thought that she was nice and too good for Greaseball, and that she should learn to stand up for herself. Dinah thought that he was sweet and innocent, ironically.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

For a long time nobody even considered it because Dinah was with Greaseball and C.B. was very obviously gay, but once they noticed them getting a little more flustered around each other Buffy and Ashley started to ship them.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

C.B., but it gradually crept up on him; he only realised it when he was already crushing hard.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Dinah did, because she was convinced that C.B. is gay. He was convinced of that too, and as such kinda denied his feelings for her, though he didn't actively resist them, just misinterpreted them.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

At first both of them would laugh it off. By the time they're crushing they would really consider it, though.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Probably not that different. A little more lonely, though, especially for C.B. who was never good at confiding in someone. And Dinah would have had a harder time with Greaseball dumping her, but the other coaches would have cheered her up eventually.

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Dinah. It was kind of an accident.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yes. It was a bit awkward while they were focused on it being a date, but once they got past that and just had fun together like they always do, it was great.

3. What was their first kiss like?

Very short lol

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

In most things no, though C.B. has never been in an actual relationship before.

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

C.B. is a few centimetres taller, they're both short. As for ages, they're probably kinda similar, maybe C.B. was manufactured a few years before Dinah.

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

The other coaches are okay with C.B., he did lose their trust somewhat after the championship, but they all know that he's arguably been better to Dinah than Greaseball has ever been so they can eventually look past that. The freight like Dinah, though they're a bit salty about losing their fuckbuddy to her, especially Flat-Top.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

Depends on with whom they are. With the coaches or diesels it's Dinah cause she knows them better; with strangers it's C.B. cause he's better at making conversation and acting interested in others.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

C.B., because it's not easy seeing your girlfriend interact with her very handsome and muscular ex every day.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

C.B., obviously. In what pairing with him would he not be that?!?

LOVE

1. Who said “I love you” first?

Dinah.

2. What are their primary love languages?

C.B.: physical touch, acts of service. Dinah: acts of service, words of affirmation.

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

C.B. does, of course.

4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

A lot, moderately. C.B. wouldn't mind being more public about it, but Dinah wants to keep it 'decent'.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Both of them, but Dinah wins.

6. Who’s the big and little spoon?

Usually C.B. is the big spoon, but occasionally they switch around.

7. What are their favourite things to do together?

They love just sitting around and gossiping or playing games, or swimming, or C.B. doing Dinah's hair.

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

C.B. is. He wrote a whole fucking song for her, come on.

9. Who’s more protective?

Also C.B., because he sometimes feels like he has to compete with Greaseball.

10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical, but they like verbal as well.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

There's Me, obviously. Other than that cause we just discussed it, Why Don't You Kiss Her? by Jesse McCartney.

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Dee and Cee.

13. Who remembers the little things?

Both of them do. C.B. is slightly better at it, also cause Dinah absolutely loves it when he surprises her with something she mentioned once in passing cause Greaseball was a lot but attentive wasn't really on the list.

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Marriage doesn't exist in my universe, but if it would, C.B. would propose. Nothing big, but very sweet.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

It would be small and intimate, just close friends.

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

No kids, C.B. vetoed that. Luckily kids don't exist in my universe so it isn't an issue.

4. Do they have any pets?

C.B. is the pet.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Hyper-hypothetically C.B., he's got more backbone than Dinah.

6. Who worries the most?

Dinah. C.B. is more carefree.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

C.B., cause he knows no fear.

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

With the rest of the yard.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

C.B., he'll just hold out his hands and whine with big eyes and pouty lips and Dinah will give right in.

10. Who’s the better cook?

Dinah, obviously.

11. Who likes to dance?

Both of them.

#starlight express #stex #c.b. #dinah #dinahboose #lofe #greaseball

[icedcoffee20]

Ramblings…

My sweet nephew’s birthday isn’t until the 20th, but we were so excited to give him his gift that we had my sister do a video call so we could watch. I gave him a huge CocoMelon pillow (a watermelon with a ladybug on top) and a couple outfits for preschool. He is turning three and is the cutest guy. He went bananas over the pillow, hugging it and making it dance…I love this kid so much it physically hurts.

This may seem like a pathetic achievement, particularly to those of you who are fit, but tonight I tried standing up on one leg from seated position, with my injured leg—and I did it. Maybe two years ago my PT told me that was one of the goals she was helping me to work up to and I remember thinking…okay, that’s never going to happen. But here I am, able to do it. And I probably have been able to for a while—unsure what made me try it tonight. In March, it’ll be four years since the accident. My ability is still a fraction of what it used to be. Anyway, progress progress progress.

I felt great all day, physically and mentally, and then I had to sign some forms for my lawyer and it required looking at my folder with all of the lawsuit files and I was washed over by a feeling of physical illness. I thought maybe I was hungry so I ate dinner and still felt like shit. I took a Tylenol, wrapped up in a blanket and rested on the recliner and in about an hour felt fine again. I think it was anxiety.

The way some people who’ve had COVID soothe the shame and guilt they feel by being defensive is wild. My aunt (and MANY people who were at her granddaughter’s 30-person first birthday on Boxing Day!!!!) got COVID. My mom went over to drop something off yesterday and kept her mask on and my aunt’s response was “come on, I’ve got more antibodies than you do now!!” Like????? She is also trying to tell me that I just have to accept that I’m probably going to get it. Well, that doesn’t mean that I’m going to go out searching for it in basements with 30 other people for birthdays for one-year olds who won’t remember the occasion! Like she NEVER said this shit until she caught it herself. But like I said, I can see quite clearly she feels ashamed and guilty and instead of speaking those fucking feelings, she’s being a complete asshat.

I’ve been doing A LOT of complaining about my manager to other people (people who begin by complaining about her to me), and I need to stop. It breeds toxicity and also I feel paranoid she’s going to find out what I’m saying (even tho it’s all just…truth).

In my quest to eat a larger variety of plants, I took stock of what fruit and veg I ate this week to see how it goes when I’m not really thinking about it and turns out I already eat a solid variety of plants. This is great and I’m looking forward to seeing what interesting things I can find as we move forward.

I skipped hair wash Thursday yesterday because I was just WFH today. And now it’s too close to hair wash Sunday to wash. So greaseball hair weekend it is.

Unfortunately, the medical grade skin care I bought in November is working wonders so when I replace it, my wallet will scream. Recently, and with much hesitancy, I added a retinol oil into the mix (not medical grade), and it’s amplified the glow.

Last, not least, I got to speak with work crush on the phone today. He is dreamy.