#i drew this in my office hahaha

[herotome]

Devlog #120

Hi-ho, Wudge here. Early devlog...!

This week I drew a blush just for Warden and nobody else. There are two very specific ways to see it, and only in this office location. So... good luck!

I playtested the game enough to get allllllll 26 achievements. I actually... had to reference my own walkthrough to get one of them. ;;; But I was able to do it!!

I also had a small.. incident where Griffin promised he'd talk to everyone to help fix their negative opinions of me (aka, reset the approval points to a more neutral zone after I thoroughly antagonized everybody).... and then he didn't. It's fixed now ;;;;;; But woo that would have been an awful lil mistake hahaha.

I finished the 'updating ur mc pfp' tutorial - seems to be intuitive and working seamlessly enough!

I converted converted alllll the pngs into webps, and converted alllllllllll the mp3s and wavs into oggs...

...and deleted all unnecessary files and notes from the development process. This is usually the stage where I'll end up breaking something from accidentally nuking an important file... but so far so good.

I put in a cute, special lil sfx for the reward you get after the credits.

Finish designing and coding my SECRET NG+ screen, and wrote a personalized dev note to put in it.

And - we've finally updated Mr Whidden! Wahoo!!!! Remnantation did an amazing job as always!

I thought about putting in some animated smoke coming out of his cannon arm but I had to tell myself No... No Wudge....stop.. ......I did add a lil ember and smoke at the very edge of the gun but THATS IT I restrained myself there and did not animate!!!

So, what else is left?

Thanks I'm glad you asked.

Test my email subscription service to see how much I can customize those emails.

Film and upload the Griffin CG video.

Finish and import a few final pieces of in-game art (1 bird sprite, 1 background, some food art).

Review some sound effects in a final, final dev playtest.

Schedule out some social media release posts; wherein I might do like, a week of counting down until the game's release.

Finish updating my itch page (adding the final few lil graphics, putting up the new Content Warning, linking to the new video, then finally, uploading the game files and walkthrough).

Decide how I'm gonna update my pinned post. I should save a link to the old one bc most of its information should be quite relevant, but I'll want a temporary, shorter pinned post for new players who aren't familiar with this blog and are looking to troubleshoot or say hi or something.. Should still have fun attention-grabbing gifs and stuff from the itch page though. <_<

.... So yeah, mostly like - social media promo stuff. That should be it. Fingies crossed. Whew.

By the way?

Super Demo comes out December 2nd. Mark your calendars <3

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

#herotome update #amareteabreak #oelvn #visual novel #superheroes #otome game #otome #interactive fiction #english otome #fiction #indie dev #indie otome #indie game #indie games

[welcomehomerandomness]

Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (7/22/2023) Part 2 (SPOILERS)

Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (7/22/2023)! Hope you enjoy it!

I went back to the main page but awww cute Wally sprite on the news updates :)

I clicked the Home doodle on the main page and it took me to a page called “I”

“There you are! Welcome Home! Hahaha!” Wally I don’t know whether I can be happy or concerned

I clicked the yellow flower doodle on the What’s Welcome Home page and it took me to a page called “Help”

Yes I can hear you Wally

I clicked the red flower doodle on the What’s Welcome Home page and it took me to a page called “will”

My eyes are black too lol

I clicked the blue flower doodle and it leads me to the same page lol

Every time Sally calls Julie “Juliet” in “answer”, I smile

Also poor Sally telling Julie what she’s saying is not part of the script

I’m guessing every “answer” video is based off of Wally’s POV which is why his hands are shown in like two of them

Also Wally doesn’t seem to talk in any of these videos and all these videos glitch in the end, which is sus

I clicked the yellow flower doodle on the Stickers page and it took me to a page also called “I”

At the end of the http thingy, it says “i-2”

The eyes that Wally drew are kinda creepy lol

I love Julie and Barnaby’s dynamic in “answer” lol

Barnaby fake dying from Julie’s “bad” joke is kinda hilarious

Also Julie’s joke gave me a chuckle lol

Also Barnaby fake dying and jokingly asking Wally to bury him hints on some foreshadowing??? Oh no.

Barnaby and Howdy hanging out in “answer” awww

Also how many family members does Howdy have???

*searches up how many eggs do caterpillars lay* They can lay anywhere from 100 TO 300 EGGS??

SO DOES THAT MEAN HOWDY HAS LIKE A MILLION FAMILY MEMBERS???

*welcomehomerandomness was too stunned to speak and started to have an existential crisis.

W. T. F.

Anyways I wanna eat that strawberry soda pop so bad lol

Also Barnaby mentioning his mom awww

Eddie mentioning that he played hopscotch with Julie on “answer” is so wholesome

Poor Eddie being accident prone :(

Oh god poor Eddie about to be chased by Barnaby lol

THERE ARE HIDDEN EYES ON BOTH SIDES OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAGE

Eddie and Howdy in the “answer” video are like co-workers lol

Eddie and Howdy = Hardworking Duo

THERE ARE HIDDEN EYES ON FEW OF THE PAGES ON THE SIDES

I clicked the blue flower doodle on the painting on Wally’s character page and it took me to a page also called “will”

Oh nothing Wally I’m just writing down notes of you and your friends :)

Awww Eddie and Julie are playing office in “answer”

Poor Eddie is so confused

Julie getting upset and destroying stuff in the background is hilarious

Awww a cute Sally and Howdy interaction in “answer”

Also potatoes. That’s it.

One of the boxes is moving!!! It’s Wally!!!

Okay the videos I got so far are (4-14) Frank and Barnaby, (10-14) Sally and Julie, (11-14) Julie and Barnaby, (12-14) Howdy and Barnaby, (9-14) Frank and Poppy, (6-14) Frank and Julie, (1-14) Poppy and Howdy, (2-14) Poppy and Sally, (13-14) Eddie and Howdy, (8-14) Frank and Eddie, (7-14) Julie and Eddie, (3-14) Sally and Howdy, and (5-14) Eddie and Barnaby

I counted and there seem to be 13 “answer” videos in total since there are like 14 videos I can’t find the last one (14-14)  so please let me know if you guys find it please

I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol

My hands are kinda tired from typing lol

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #sally starlet #poppy partridge #welcome home home

[plounce]

wait you didnt even get paid for going live??

(PLEASE DO NOT REPOST)

i was supposed to, but the morning of i got a very apologetic email from my contact (who is a very nice person and who i'm not mad at about all this, and who was also a member of the close-knit, well-moderated, very wonderful wordpress forum of a kids science magazine i was on when i was 9 in 2007):

i also want to say i dont know what the experiences of everyone else who got contacted to do paid streams was. i also want to say that i am terrible at emailing and i did get contract paperwork back to my contact not very promptly, although idk if that was a factor. i do also want to say that i indemnify, defend and hold harmless Tumblr, its affiliates, and its directors, officers and employees against any liability, damage, loss or expense (including reasonable attorneys’ fees and costs) incurred by Tumblr in connection with any claim arising out of or relating to my provision of the Services under this Agreement. ^_^

i'd already announced the stream on cc and i got everything set up, so i decided to go through with it and drew some cats with markers for an hour purely because i'd already announced it. i knew when i streamed that i was not going to get paid for it

my thoughts on live itself: i wish you were able to stream from sideblogs, as cc is a sideblog and i didnt want to stream from main as i value my privacy. i also wish you were able to stream your screen - i fiddled around as much as i could figure out in order to make it so it didn't default to camera, but nope, the live feature ONLY accepted camera input (and i am only so proficient at computers). so i had to make a whole new tumblr account and stream from my phone hahaha. which is funny, because people en masse like the digital crumbs WAY more than the traditional crumbs.

overall it was very strange. luckily my mom already had a bunch of phone-streaming equipment (for her volunteering projects) so i didn't buy anything in order to stream with. no loss no gain besides a story to tell

#chirps

[sir-kuroo]

SINCE ITS TETSUREIII SZN!!!! I AM HEREEE WITHHHH TEH A LITTOL Q/A EHEHEH

WHERE DID ALL THIS BEGINNN FROMMM !!! TEH FRIST PAGE OF TETSUREIII STORYYY <33

TELLL MEEEEEEEE EVERYTHINGGG!!!!!!!!

For how it all began:

It was love at first sight for the both of us. Like you see a person and you just fit like missing puzzle pieces. We talked like it wasn't our first time seeing each other. The crowd just faded and it seemed like it's just the two of us. We knew we would never forget that moment but we have to part ways. Days or months passed maybe even a year and it became just a distant memory. Maybe something I drew an inspiration from for my story, until we met again at a different circumstance. This time it's no longer a one time thing and he won't allow it to be a one-time thing either. We just picked up where we left off and we both knew that this was it. It might be an ordinary story for some but it was serendipitous for us, knowing that all the heartaches, loneliness and solitude we endured are what led us to each other. Finally, we're at the right place and right time with the right person.

We're friends first, because I came off a little detached he knew it would take time but he was patient. Started with sending funny memes and reels until he gauged what I liked. Scheduled phone calls bc I dont do well in chats until it became a habit for us to call each other at that specific time and day. We talked about anything that we could expand, our theories, our day, rant abt officemates. He debated with me for fun throwing what ifs scenarios. Then he began being more physically present. Going to my office to pick me up. Taking me out on a friendly date. He wasn't flirty at first until he smoothly transitioned being INTJ x ENTP friendship to lovers bc the chemistry and the hidden tension can't be denied anyway. He made me feel secured to be with him. Like I'm free. Free to fall, to love and to be myself.

below the cut is how I ended up simping for him teheee

I was really into Oikawa. He's my first love which I learned to get over just now bc I miss Kuroo in a way I don't miss Oikawa. (Why does this sound so real?) Ngl, it's Kuroo I found to be most attractive but he seemed so unattainable for me that I did a pass. At first, I just love writing for him because a mutual loves him very much and my readers always fangirl for him in my fics and all the requests I'm getting are for Kuroo Kuroo Kuroo even if I even voluntarily write for Oikawa. Lol. I was like okaaay. Until I asked for match ups and ask games and I ended up getting him over and over again too. Tell me about it. Haha. Then I posted some selfship stuff abt Oikawa and I got nothing. I posted that I got Kuroo for an ask game and everyone just idk interacted and I was like uhmm what? Even my moots from other fandom are into the tetsurei agenda. What are these people seeing that I'm not seeing? Like yeah he's handsome and he wears suit and tie which I love but...anyway lol just lol hahaha. (Gosh, I sounded so in denial on this) It's funny that we even work in the same field. A follower even pointed it out. Tbh I still can't understand where they are coming from. As time passed by, I enjoyed our ship more than anything else. He's all I can think to write about. TBH IDK! Hahaha! This made me reread all my kuroo fics and wondered howww? I reread the oldest one back in Dec 2020. It didn't do things for me then but it gave me the feels now. I even forgot what it was but the way I wrote for him never changed. I realized that in all the Y/Ns I wrote for all the characters, I've been writing myself whenever it's with Kuroo. I just realized it now. Maybe that's why it's easier for ppl to associate him with me too bc it shows. I still dk! But whatever I love him. I'd love to have a Kuroo just for me.

I think I'm oblivious like real life oblivious. Oh well. (Good luck to all the intj simps out there: I'm talkin for Rin, Tsukki, Akaashi, Geto, Niko) We're dense af and in denial. Good luck.

#tetsurei #AHHHHHHHHH I SQUEALLLLL BC IF THIS ASK #sml 💗💗💗 #—💟 zen #—💌 mail #TYSM BBY ZEN HUHUHUHU THABK YOU FOR INDULGING MEE

[sashkapi]

This is my first time sending you an ask because I was shy, but I was just binge-scrolling your profile (again), and I just wanna say never apologize for making more beautiful content about kbsd, especially the kindall ones :'3

Like, mygosh, you have no idea how many times your updates have made my day because I am also STARVING for kbsd and kindall content kebdjshwjdbsjsjc You're honestly such a blessing for that special place in my heart reserved for just kindall HAHAHAHAHA Like damn, where you've been after all these years T-T

But anyway, I super love your headcanons about kindall, and also just kbsd in general. I wanna ask you so many stuff like how tall do you think Kick would be compared to Kendall when they grow older? Do you think Hansel would like Kick when Kindall finally gets a little closer to the friendship side of things or will Hansel be super overprotective over Kendall and basically hate Kick' guts lol ALSO, what do you think of Kendall and Gunther as friends? Or their dynamic as fellow class officers? It's been a while, but I remember there being an episode where Gunther won as president to the student council I think? And like, I'm lowkey sad that this wasn't ever mentioned or referenced again in another episode. Because on one hand, I do think Gunther is smart in certain aspects and this is a good way for him to show it, BUT ALSO, IMAGINE IF KENDALL SHOWED GUNTHER THE ROPES FOR ALL THESE STUDENT COUNCIL STUFF AND THAT'S HOW THEY GOT A LITTLE CLOSER AS FRIENDS? Sorry for the all-caps, I just think it'd be super cute if there was more content about the other friendships and connections between the side characters (especially for Kendall, cause I remember her celebrating her birthday alone on that one episode where Kick babysits Oscar I think, AND THAT'S JUST SO SAD AND SHE DESERVES BETTER)

But anyway, sorry for the super long and messy brain dump hahaha, but endpoint to all of this, just wanna say that I love the content you make and I'm super excited to see your other headcanons and comics. That's all, thank you so much for all that you do and I wanna send you virtual hugs (with consent) <33 Byeee!

Me, after I red this ask /pos

KSJDJFKDFJGK PLEASE I"M SO HAPPY I MADE SOMEONE HAPPY WITH MY SILL KBSD ART I SWEAR IT SO AAAAAAAA

Ok i'm gonna put the rest under the cut because OH I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

I actually drew their designs for like mid/late twenties for a quick joke and didn't put as much thought into that BUT KJGKDJFGJK

Ok so adult Kindall

I feel a bit embarrassed by just how strong of a grip those two have on me but chvyf I'm still gonna make content with them of course >:D

Also

We stan short king ayooooooooo

About Hansel and Kick

I like the idea that she's not overprotective over Kendall or likes Kick right away but a secret third thing: sees him as a rival for the rank of awesome's first place. Like whenever he visits Kendall Hasel goes "aight boy, square up!" And just starts acting cute and adorable because that what somewhat gave her first place in the past.

Her cuteness doesn't work on Kick of course but Kendall? She already loves Hansel very much so whenever Hansel "competes" with Kick by rolling on the floor or rubbing against Kendall's legs you know that Kendall will be borderline crying from how adorable her kitty is.

The fact that cat can easily take all of Kendall's attention like that doesn't makes Kick mad tho. But he sure is irritated by that. Frustrated even.

GUNTHER AND KENDALL'S FRIENDSHIP IS SOMETHING THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT ADGCJVJV

Hansel counts that as a win btw jfnfnnfkfk

Before this ask I just thought that they're neutral. Not friends, Gunther is also kinda wary of her but generally sees her as just a classmate. BUT YEAH THAT EPISODE ABOUT ELECTION. IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF THAT WAS AT LEAST MENTIONED BUT AAAAAAA

Now I kinda like the idea that Kendall was scheming to take Gunther's place after the episode. However, Gunther kinda realized that student council position? Not very hype. Barely any time to hang out. So Gunther genuinely asked Kendall for help. Like, Jacky is wack (affectionate) but Kendall is pretty much known for her love for the rules and academics so it's only logical. And at first Kendall wanted to use that to completely "overthrow" him but Gunther, being an absolute lovable funny guy he is, made her go "Ok, you can stay actually"

I like the idea that Kendall keeps Gunther from turning the school into a Nordic funny land and Gunther keeps her from turning the school into a literal prison. It's a win win situation

ALSO I TOO WISH THERE WAS MORE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN CHARACTERS SVJVJBL

It's kinda implied that Mouth and Ronaldo are friends. Ronaldo had goons too (where did they go :( ) Also I really warming up to the idea that Kyle and Jackie became chaotic besties or even romantic partners (sorry Gunther x Jackie people, but Kyle x Jackie has more comedic potential to me)

I also wanted to see Kendall interact with more with her peers like jjdjgnjdndjfjck even if not friendly, just lemme see my girl being a menace

JFJJCJC PLEASE YOUR ASK LIGHTEN MY DAYS SO MUCH LIKE I CANT PLEASE KNOW THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ASK EVERY DAY SINCE I GOT IT

IM SO SORRY FOR LATE REPLY I WAS BUSY BUT SHGUFYCHV NOW ONCE IM GETTING MORE FREE TIME IM MAKING MORE CONTENT ABOUT THIS SILLY LIL DARDEVIL BOY

(Please know I am returning that virtual hug :) )

#ask #kick buttowski #doodles #i wanted to draw most of the ideas i had for this ask #but i barely have time nowadays :( #AMON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BTW #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THOSE KIND WORDS #I WILL NOW FORFEIT ALL MY POSSESIONS TO YOU /j

[focsle]

Hi there! I’ve been doing a little project on the carbon impacts of the whaling industry and decided to read the current entirety of Going To Weather in one sitting as inspiration… honestly, all you do fascinates me but I am particularly impressed with how many fully rigged ships you willingly illustrated for all that! I’m curious if there was a specific way you studied them in order to draw them or if it’s more just a culmination of knowledge? I wish I understood all those intricacies better myself but it’s hard to figure out where to start…

Oh this is very kind of you to say haha! That’s a fascinating project—I’d love to see it when you’re done if you’d like to share it!

The secret is…they are absolutely not correct hahaha. If a tall ship sailor looked at my ships they’d be like ‘that’s wrong’ which is always why I’m like ‘shhhhh don’t look too closely’. But ultimately my aim is to tell a narrative, not draw a sailing guide. Regarding all the intricacies, I’m absolutely not drawing every line because there are dozens of them and I don’t consider it that important in the grand scope of telling a story. Same goes for tv and movies set on ships—often times their rigging is very much reduced for the sake of the readability of a set. Still, I try to get things vaguely correct looking, as far as the general structure of things so here’s where that helped:

The best way to understand how a boat works is to actually go sailing. But that is certainly not accessible for people in general, especially when it comes to square rigged tall ships (though opportunities DO exist). I’ve never been on a square rigger! No idea how they work! Would like to dabble someday. I’ve only worked on a fore-and-aft rigged vessel which is quite different, but it still gave me more of an understanding of how the sails actually work and what the lines actually do. Reading and watching things paled to being able to stand there and follow the lines to see where they went, and haul on them to see how they actually functioned. So if you ever get the opportunity to do any kind of sailing, that’s the best way to learn about how a ship works. I’m not a sailor by any means, but in my first venture into this I did start to learn a lot that I couldn’t really get from reading about it.

Watching videos helps too, though it’s sometimes hard to find ones that aren’t about operating contemporary sailboats. I found this series helpful just to get a basic understanding of how a square rig works.

Looking up diagrams can help too. I sometimes find diagrams of all the rigging challenging to parse in a 2d space, but when it’s broken down into smaller pieces I find that quite helpful. The Young Sea Officer’s Sheet Anchor by Darcy Lever has a lot of granular diagrams that are very well illustrated that I found helpful.

Finding a good model ship is also a decent way of starting to understand it. It’s in a 3d space in miniature so you can see the full scope of it at different angles, which I think is more helpful than drawings. It might not be completely accurate or have every single line represented, but it’s helpful to see how the lines lead to get the basic shape of them. I have a dream one day to have a model of the Charles W. Morgan. But good ones run for….thousands of dollars. So I’ve got a little wooden one that was my grandfather’s, but it’s still helpful to have on hand.

I also like looking at the illustrations of ships that my Whalers of Olde drew in their journals. It’s, again, not an accurate diagram, but they lived on that ship and in that life day in and day out, so when they draw them they tend to get to the spirit of the thing. I use their drawings to get a sense of what parts they felt most important to render, to inform how I render my own ships to get the point across even if they aren’t a perfect reflection of how a ship works.

I’m sure other folks have a wide net of resources beyond this, but these were some of the things that were helpful to me! But I certainly don’t have a vast accumulation of knowledge about sailing and it’s very much ‘that’s good enough to get the idea across in a comic panel someone will look at for 5 seconds’ ha!

#asks #iamthemaestro

[joezworld]

Unheard Prayers (2/2)

Traintober 2022 Day 14 - Rest in Pieces

Hahaha you guys this is super fucking dark but the diesel deserved it.

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Summary - The Gods have been thrown out of the kingdom of heaven. What happens to them next is… very biblical.

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Prayers were common in the scrap yards that dotted England’s rail system.

The engines, once Gods, now assuredly mortal, prayed often. 

Gone were the terrified prayers to them from those beneath them

Gone were the desperate pleas to their own bodies

Now it was the last entreaties of the condemned

please let me see tomorrow

please let someone buy me

please don’t take me

please don’t take her

please don’t take him

please take me instead

please don’t make it hurt

In one yard, somewhere in the middle of the country, a proud diesel sat. He was long, and filthy. His numbers were so obscured that only the first two could be made out: 45. His eyes still shone, as he looked about the yard, trying and failing to find something, anything that could aid in his escape. 

The sun slipped below the horizon, and, like most nights, he wondered if he’d ever see another sunrise. 

The dark fell quickly, and the yard around him fell silent as the workers ceased their daily mutilations. The moon was gone, and the only lights were around the small portakabin that served as the site office, leaving him in inky black darkness that was so total it was suffocating. 

How long later it was he didn’t know, but a noise drew his attention. A clanking noise, like an engine with a stuck bearing or untrued wheel, seemed to be rolling through the yard. His eyes had adjusted to the night’s darkness, but even then he could scarcely see anything, until a pair of bright red eyes opened just a few dozen feet from his face. 

He sat there, mouth agape, the breath stolen from him by shock, as the light from the eyes revealed huge strips of metal that could possibly be called teeth, arranged into a horrible, awful smile, set into the smokebox of a steam engine.

Hello, it screeched in a chorus of the damned. You’ve reached the end of the line, haven’t you?

The diesel couldn’t even muster forth a scream.

Scrap-man got your tongue? It asked, mockingly. I get that a lot. 

This is a nightmare, the diesel thought. 

Not quite. We haven’t even gotten started yet. The… monster(?) said, as though it had read his mind. 

The diesel choked, and sputtered. His tired and worn motor tried futilely to start, to turn over, to get him away from that, but nothing happened. 

You’re not getting away that easy. The ghastly horror in front of him rumbled. I’ve got all night.

“WHAT ARE YOU?!” The diesel finally found his voice, several octaves above where it should be. 

That caused the deformed smile to droop into an evil sneer. I’m fate. Or something like that. You’ve been a very naughty engine, haven’t you?

“How dare you!” The diesel retorted automatically, defending his honor like the vengeful God he once had been. 

The sneer curled into an irritated glower. Maybe this will jog your memory. 

Please just leave me here! I won’t tell no-one!

Did he really say that about me?

You’ve got a lot of nerve, coming into my yard and saying that!

I knew I could trust you, 116. 

Just you wait, diesel! One day this will be you!

You did this to us. 

Why are you doing this to me?

What did I ever do to you?

Stop. Please.

I thought we were friends...

All we ever wanted was to be useful!

Each voice that emerged from the horrifying face was different from the last. They all had a ring of familiarity to them, and a heavy weight of recognition began to build in his fuel tanks as he realized why the monster was saying those things, in those voices. “You speak for the steam engines.”

“No, 116” The monster said, with a voice that oozed familiarity and fuel oil in equal measures. The diesel realized that it was the voice of one of those hydraulic failures from ages ago. “I speak for all of the engines.”

It looked him in the eyes, and spoke with its own unsettling voice. And they said a lot about you. 

Still looking into his eyes, the monster’s red pupils suddenly flared to a blinding brightness. 

When his vision returned, the diesel was bathed in sunlight on a siding, somewhere far from the yard. 

‘Where am I?’ He wondered to himself, before the silence of the area was broken by the arrival of a small shunter. 

He tried to speak to the engine, to get any sort of information out of it, but it stared seemingly through him with distant, glassy eyes, before running around to the back, and buffering up to him. 

“Where are we going?” He asked.

The shunter didn’t answer, and merely began pushing. 

The rails quickly became older and rustier, the sleepers starting to rot and sag. Obviously some kind of industrial siding or spur line of some sort, but to where? Despite rolling through an industrial area of some kind, there was very little sound, other than tools and machinery in the near distance. 

Wait. 

Tools. 

“Where are we going?!”  He asked the shunter with manic intensity as they rolled through a level crossing and over a bridge.

“i’m sorry” was all the shunter said in return. 

They crossed the bridge, and in that moment, the diesel knew his life was to end. 

The scrap yard was piled high with engines, coaches, railcars, and everything in between. 

At the rear of the yard, a pile of locomotives - types two and four, including some of his own siblings -  was stacked three high, while cabs from others were piled in macabre heaps, their dead faces staring out at nothing, expressions fixed in terror, fear, and pain - their last moments.

Off to one side, a stone faced excavator was methodically tearing a coach to ribbons. 

Directly in front of him, a pair of frames, traction motors and wheelsets still attached, sat on the rails. 

The locomotives - his brothers - to whom they belonged were nowhere in sight. 

“i’m sorry” the little shunter whispered again, before retreating to a siding near a group of parked and shell-shocked looking-excavators. 

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Prayers were common in Vic Berry’s slice of hell. 

oh god i’m going to die here please someone help me 

There was only one who could possibly hear. 

The big diesel sobbed as the monster reappeared in front of him. He did his level best to throw himself at the creature’s twisted buffers, begging for mercy, promising to change, hoping against hope that this was all some sort of twisted, Dickensian dream. 

The monster looked at him, wailing piteously. 

No. 

And vanished. 

The diesel looked where the monster had gone, and despaired. 

Then there was a noise. A sound of creaking metal and breaking glass. 

Voices rising from the scrap.  

All around him, the dead, the dying, and the soon to die were looking at him with forlorn gazes. Some had only one eye. Others had none. They still looked too, empty sockets fixing on him. 

Joooooiiiin uuuuussss They groaned as one. 

Jooooooiiinnn uuuuusss

Jooooiiinn ooouurr rrrraaannkksssss 

The horrible moan emerged from every mouth, even the decapitated cabs.

The diesel screamed. He screamed and he screamed and he screamed, until an group of dead-eyed excavators brought their claws down on him, again and again, cutting and tearing away until there was a third set of frames, traction motors and wheelsets sitting in a row. 

#see? #I told you it was dark #dark #death #ttte #sentient vehicle headcanon #sentient vehicles #this is ttte #traintober #traintober2022 #horror #ghost train #demon train #scary

[futo-m0m0]

for @clexaismyheda​ !! (sorry this took ages) from this ask game prompt (still accepting prompts in an effort to actually write something hahaha) 

i might have gotten just a little bit. carried away. this was perhaps one of the happier prompts but yk me. 

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Regulus did not think himself sentimental; furthermore, he was not a sentimental fool. There was a fine line between the two and he tried not to stray towards either. In fact, he tried to stay in a whole other box. Even as his heart was tested and thawed by a certain individual.

That certain individual had gone and fell asleep on the couch again, glasses askew on his face and book still open on his chest. More often than not the roles were switched, Regulus holed up in the dusty office after hours of reading scrolls and scratching his quill against yellowing parchment, hoping when he woke it would make much more sense. It never really did work, but it was a habit after years of learning it was better to write down his thoughts rather than say them aloud. 

The exact opposite of that sentence let out a noisy exhale as Regulus sighed and carefully extracted his glasses from his face. They left a red indent on his skin and James scrunched his eyebrows in displeasure as his book was taken away. On anyone else it would have made Regulus roll his eyes. Really, if it was anyone else he wouldn’t have indulged such behavior. A good kick to the couch’s leg to startle them awake before a satisfying yelp of surprise and displeasure was his usual treatment. 

However, James Potter seemed to pride himself on wheedling out the most unusual behavior from Regulus Black. Like salty toffee stretched and pulled in every direction until it was pliable and palatable enough to humor this joke of a man. 

He was still at the point where he was fooling himself that James was the one who found a crevice in the walls to slip through, and not that Regulus himself was the one who opened the door a crack and turned his head the other way. 

So it was only natural that Regulus would prefer to save face and take the least dusty blanket before draping it over James’ sleeping form and levitating his feet so they weren’t stuck off the side of the couch. If he asked about it tomorrow Regulus would be more prone to blaming the ghost of his mother for it than say he had decided to take a good ten minutes to admire his James before tending to a much more urgent issue. 

The urgent issue being a last-minute meeting that made his forearm sting with pain the longer he fussed over the overgrown child that passed out at his coffee table, but he wagered that if he was living a short life he deserved to enjoy some of its pleasures. He usually felt guilty when he left on short notice. Apologies were given the next day in the shape of orange blossom biscuits and a mysterious restock of Alpine’s and butterbeer in the cupboard. 

If he was with a less kind, less loving, less giving man, then it would have been met with a scoff and an eyeroll. But James always gave himself completely and wholly, and sometimes that was the issue. 

Because he was the opposite, Regulus only allowed himself to thaw in small moments like these. He hummed and brushed back jet black curls, before drawing his thumb over James’ brow and letting his hand drop. He should be going. He was not a fool, but someone who was not a fool wouldn’t spend time staring at their maybe-lover instead of going to a war meeting. 

Regulus admired the planes of his face a moment more before letting out a wry laugh, one that sounded more like a pained exhale than anything. 

“It’s not fair that it’s you. Anyone else would have given up,” he said quietly. It was true. Regulus would have given up on himself, but James hadn’t. It was that type of infuriating bullheaded kindness that grated him in the best ways but hurt all the same. 

“If you didn’t drool on my sheets all the time I would have a really hard time missing you,” he murmured, eyes tracing long lashes before he sighed and drew himself up. Stupid. It’s not like Regulus was leaving forever. Even if it seemed like it could be every time he walked out the door. 

Just as he stepped out and gripped the handle of the door, a voice rang out. 

“I’ll miss you too Reg, so don’t take too long yeah?”

There was a pause and a beat. Regulus felt his face heat at being caught; but the words spoken from James’ lips quickly stamped out any sort of juvenile embarrassment he may have held as his heart did flipped uncomfortably in his chest.

“Wouldn’t want to keep me waiting,” the voice held a tone of teasing to it, and Regulus did not let a smile tease at his lips, of course not; he wasn’t some sort of sentimental fool, was he?

#i kinda loved writing this ngl fellas #i could have made it really sweet but im not like that i had to make it a bit sad #jegulus fic #regulus x james #james potter #regulus black #hp fic #marauders fic #nealfic #ask box game

[maybankiara]

25: MERRY CHRISTMAS

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead. w/c: 850 a/n: merry early christmas to those who celebrate! from both myself and the characters xx (also addie responded to all texts, only select are shown to avoid repetition -- remember you don't see everything that canonically happens) read on wattpad previous part | series masterlist

Wes | 6:23 am merry christmas and happy holidays!! Wes | 6:23 am everyone better be resting before The Company fucks us in the ass next year

Winnie | 6:31 am Cheerful as always early in the morning, Wes Winnie | 6:31 am Happy holidays everybody <3

Nadia | 6:46 am Happy holidays! Nadia | 6:46 am My New Years wish is that Wes gets laid and stops talking about getting fucked in the ass Nadia | 6:47 am I’m jealous of everyone who is not in our department

Winnie | 6:52 am Hahaha you guys are losers, I’ve got the best partner Winnie | 6:52 am Marea <3333333

Raiden | 7:02 am Merry christmas and happy holidays and happy free time to everyone whos not religious or whatever you guys are lucky bitches Raiden | 7:02 am Also don’t think wes getting laid will make him less likely to talk about getting fucked in the ass

Wes | 7:05 am true rai xx

Winnie | 7:07 am Nice to see Raiden’s back with the attitude 😍

Raiden | 7:10 am It’s my brand winnie gotta stick to it

Marea | 7:30 am Happy holidays guys, I hope everyone’s having a lovely time off. Can’t wait to see everybody again once we’re back, it feels weird not being at the office all the time

Wes | 7:33 am you guys think we should do another all nighter? Wes | 7:33 am a party but at the office

Me | 7:45 am Happy holidays, Merry Christmas! Me | 7:45 am And Wes no bc that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen

Raiden | 7:48 am Would definitely untwist pattys pants

Winnie | 7:51 am I’m down

Wes | 7:52 am yes!!!!

Marea | 7:52 am Wait you guys are serious?

Wes | 7:53 am do i look like i’m joking?

Me | 7:51 am I think we’re all gonna be too busy catching up with work to party

Winnie | 7:53 am Worry not Addie we can do both <3

Holden | 8:02 am Happy holidays, I see I’m late to the party

Wes | 8:03 am only if you’re late to that one

Marea | 8:04 am I propose a party or a night out but maybe not in the office until our contracts are about to expire

Me | 8:06 am Vouch

Holden | 8:07 am Yeah same

Wes | 8:09 am i swear to god Wes | 8:09 am you guys need some fucking excitement in your life Wes | 8:10 am fine <3

Raiden | 8:15 am Damn i was hoping to piss off patty

Winnie | 8:19 am Honestly Raiden Winnie | 8:20 am You literally do it by existing

Raiden | 8:22 am You know it babe

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Holden | 8:10 am Hey Addie, Merry Christmas to you and your family. I hope you’re having a great time and I can’t wait to see you again!

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Virgin Mary | 9:23 am MY DEAREST ADDISON MALLORY, THE OTHER LOVE OF MY LIFE, YOU BETTER BE HAVING THE CHRISTMAS OF YOUR LIFE. SAY HELLO TO MR AND MRS MALLORY AND THANK THEM FOR HAVING UNPROTECTED SEX 25 YEARS AGO. ALSO YOUR SIBLINGS FOR BEING V SMART AND V CUTE. LOVE YOU LOTS BABE. YOUR BABE XX

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Tom | 9:25 am Merry Christmas Addie. Thanks for helping me out with Marianne. You a real G. x

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Drew | 10:01 am Heard Atlanta’s got snow now, so be ready for learning how to love it once you’re back. 

Me | 10:03 am I am now dreading coming back, thank you very much Me | 10:05 am How’s being back home?

Drew | 10:07 am It’s good Drew | 10:07 am Pretty chill honestly but feels good to be away from work and all for a bit Drew | 10:08 am Every time I go home I feel like I’m 16 again 😂

Me | 10:14 am Ah same Me | 10:14 am I love it though, I didn’t even realise how much I missed hanging out with my family

Drew | 10:16 am Yeah me too! Drew | 10:16 am Also, finally got my Mom to stop thinking we’re together!!! 😀 Drew | 10:17 am Showed her that picture you posted of you and Holden

Me | 10:18 am Yeah that had to work lmao

Drew | 10:19 am Well we’re in the clear now 😂

Me | 10:23 am Thank god it was about time 😂 Me | 10:25 am Also my sister asked me to tell you that you’re a really good actor and she enjoys your work and she might ask you for lessons in the future if that’s okay with you

Drew | 10:27 am Liyah wants me to teach her acting? Drew | 10:28 am I am flattered Drew | 10:28 am Tell her that we can have a trial lesson when she’s in Atlanta 😀

Me | 10:30 am Did Me | 10:36 am Great, now she's freaking out 😂

Drew | 10:37 am 🤷‍♂️ Drew | 10:37 am Whoops?

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26: TALK TO ME (coming 30/12)

#drew starkey #drew starkey x oc #outer banks #obx #drew starkey fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfiction #my fic #phone swap series

[magicalgirlfumiko]

A Night in Rome

Far on the other side of the world stands the ancient city of Rome. Even there, the supernatural refuses to rest. For it is now feeding time…

Two Italian police officers rested their rifles on the side of the small residence that they were using for quarters. They gambled with what little money they had on hand. There was the thick smell of cigar and cheap booze filling the room. These were a golden gift that they were given by a young woman. These men felt that maybe for once they would be safe from whatever supposed monster that was dwelling in the city. They had no desire to be here in the first place anyways, there were always better things to waste their time on.

Bang Bang

The police didn't even bother to react. The mob was acting up again with the reports of monsters. Not their issue.

However, there was a noise that drew their attention in the almost empty halls. It sounded like wind blowing through a window. However, there were none present.

The two men then saw strange shadows move. Human instinct kicked in. The were being watched by something other than human.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Their hearts start pounding. They are hardened veterans of war and something is not right. Shadows move once again. The soldiers grab their rifles once again. They don’t know what is in their very room.

It is the vampire the Church has labeled Solomon.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“È così!?” One of them shouted.

All they heard was laughing. It will be the last memory they ever had.

Splat

“Fresh blood…..It has been far too long. That annoying little wolf keeps ruining my meals.”

A silver haired woman then smiled, as she picked up one of the policemen's’ absent head. The crimson blood dripped down the mouth of the woman, as she enjoyed her feast.

Meanwhile, Emma retained her focus on a magical girl with wolf. So many mysteries in terms of a magical girl being akin to a werewolf. This magical girl was something that interested Emma the most.

Emma was then going to speak….

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Tamara, the magical girl, then grabbed her chest. Something wasn’t right this night; a supernatural death had occurred. It felt as if her heart was on fire. Her fist clenched even tighter as Emma started to focus on her. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her eyes slowly changed from their deep blue, to a hue of yellow.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“Exc---Excuse me…” Tamara mentioned as she more or less barged towards the doors. She nearly plowed several other Flowers off of their seat.

She was now in the halls. Her teeth were now clenching together. She had fled to conceal her feral nature from the Flowers. Her wish was to get revenge on the vampires that had drained her family. The faye that recruited her assumed the mind of a hunter was just the thing! It would make Tamara adorable and strong like a wolf!

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Her heart beat continued to increase. She stumbled on her feet, as if she were drunk. Her wolf senses were kicking in. The desire to protect her family. She could smell the vampires

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“Pygmalion…You…”

Tamara was now breathing heavily. Her thoughts were all blurring together into one single thought: Destruction.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“HAHAHA! I WILL FIND YOUR CREATIONS, YOUR DAMNED VAMPIRES!”

Her heart sounded as if it was going to burst out of her chest. Then with a haunting laugh, she leapt from the ground level of the Flowers Headquarters under the silver light of the moon. Tamara was on the hunt…..

The night time air seemed to say at this time: “Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none.”

Thus another monkey's paw for one blessed by a miracle.

#muse: tamara #muse: emma #au: lady higanbana

[the-writing-mobster]

Hmmm

Have a lil Dad Sans in your life.

#i drew this in my office hahaha #I need to be writing I know I know I know #wdyw #underfell #underfell sans #frans child #underfell frans #look he's getting his wife flowers! #hehehehe #so precious

[sashi-ya]

Christmas event :D

Rosinate x reader chocolate

Reader where she's just cooking with little law while waiting for Rosi to arrive from his marine duty and then do Christmas stuff and sitting and cuddling in the fire place while drinking hot choco( OMG this is so cute just thinking Abt it 😭❤️ ) and then in the morning Rosi tells law to open his gifts in the Christmas tree and holy shit imagine the kids adorable smile ❤️😭🥰

Thank you for doing this <33

My darling you made me the happiest person alive by requesting this. My perfect life would definitely look like this if I ever got the chance to ask for something. THANK U for requesting this, thank u so much. I hope you enjoy!!! Happy Holidays! 💖

Chocolate

Rosinante x Gn! Reader ft. Little Law

Day 10: Our First Christmas Together ~

tw: none. excess of cuteness. Law is 7 y/o as always when I wrote for him as a child.

a/n: the notebook is inspired on the canon fact that Law drew himself his jolly roger while living at Mr. Wolff's. (You can read the novel here) (yeah I draw them to look like crayons and let's pretend that's Law's handwriting pls hahaha)

wc: 1333

White spots cover little Law's face…

This time is not from the amber lead, but from some powdery sugar.

Sickness turned into sweetness. Rosinante and you, Law’s beloved protectors. Law’s second chance in life, Law’s first Christmas with Cora and you.

He is standing on his special yellow booster to reach for the kitchen countertop, and both you and him, are baking some gingerbread men. It was surprising Law liked them, since he doesn’t like anything bread related, apparently cookies were an exception.

“How do you want to decorate them, Law?” you ask, searching for some sprinkles and chocolate melts. “Uhm, I think I want to add a smiling face. Let me show you, I’ve made a few drawings…” the little bean of joy says and runs up to his room.

“Law! you are gonna get sugar all ov…. Never mind”

Law is as methodical as a grown up, but still a kiddo. There is no way you could scold him, he wants to show you something he drew, you will have time to clean afterwards. Plus this is your first Christmas together…

The tanned skin, crystalline grey eyes, cute kiddo shows you some designs out of a yellow notebook.

“Law!! How pretty!!” you joyfully tell him, because they are indeed really cute. “Do you think Cora would like them? They are inspired by…” he stops himself; a light dust of crimson invades his cheeks. “Are they inspired by daddy's smile? I can see it clearly! He would love them. I tell you what, prepare the page because he will surely want them in his office” you tell him, cleaning some of the sugar off his nose.

Law’s smile widens, and his eyes shine with a special sparkle. He is well aware, despite being so young, how Rosinante’s actions have allowed him to keep on living. Law sees him as the representation of life. And you, you too. There are no gray clouds that could opaque the sunlight of Cora’s smile. He is your sun, Law’s sun.

“Let’s finish them before he is home!” he says, rolling up his sleeves. “Sure! Plus we need to do some more for Santa tonight”. Law gives you a side look, he is at that age some of his friends tell them Santa doesn’t exist but he still wanna believe he does. In any case, Rosi and you have decided to keep with the “lie” as long as he tells you to stop. A little bit of fantasy and magic never hurt anybody, right?.

Law managed to create a special bowl with milk for Santa, that he left next to the tree for the old guy to indulge after leaving the presents. He didn’t ask for anything, Law indeed never does, but he will get many presents this year…

Both of you get so into the decoration of the cookies and preparing the dinner table you don’t realize the time passes by faster than expected. Soon, a huge thump could be heard outside the house.

“DADDY'S HOME!”

Law seems more excited than ever, he even forgot about his characteristic “bad mood” and it’s jumping all over the place -until he notices you are looking at him- but even though, it’s always heartwarming to see him so happy.

Rosinante shakes the snow off his shoulders and hangs his white Marine cape. The shift at the base is over, and the night is settled to have a wonderful warm Christmas family dinner. Law runs to Cora’s arms, being lifted by him (almost hitting the kiddo’s head against the ceiling).

“Hello, my dear husband~” you purr, smiling at the sweetest image of him holding your little ray of sun. Rosi comes closer and kisses your lips softly and lovingly, while Law is crushed against you two since he has them on arms.

“AHHHHH” Law shouts. “A sandwich of loveee!!! Law, you are being trapped by the love bread!!!” you shout, snuggling him with pure love and sweetness. You all laugh at Law’s cheeks being squeezed and after that you head to the dining room.

Christmas decorations, delicious food Law helped you to prepare and arrange, and carols playing (Law was against playing them, but still). Rosi and you enjoy the delicious food, while listening to Law speak about the new operation the read of. You are not disgusted of course, but Rosi, who is absolutely grossed out by blood, tries to endure through the details of the procedure Law is commenting on.

You suggest for them to go sit next to the fireplace to have some cocoa and cookies. Law fidgets on his seat because he knows those are gonna be his cookies. The bean is anxious to show Cora his creation, and to see if he notices.

You were absolutely sure he would notice, but you decided to send him a message earlier just to tell him…

You > Love, your son is making you cookies. He drew the designs himself and are inspired by your smile. I’m sure you will notice, but just in case. Oh, did you get the Sora figure?” Hubby ❤> Oh I’m gonna hug him so tight, you have no idea!” Hubby ❤ > 📎sent an attachment:

Hubby ❤ > And I did, it’s on the trunk well packed with yellow paper 🙊

You three chose to wear the special pajamas you bought. “Mx. Noel”, “Mr. Noel” & “Little Santa Helper” embroidered on the front of them. Pillows scattered in front of the fireplace with the three boots hanging from it, of course.

“So, here are the stars of the night, Law's sweetest creation, smiling cookies!” you cheer bringing three cups of cocoa, escorted by the kiddo bringing a batch with the cookies. Rosinante, of course, sitting on the floor -because he was banned from moving, just to avoid any unwanted accidents-.

Cora starts screaming, scaring Law with the shouts and the excitement, but making him laugh shortly after. “Excuse me little guy… that’s my…?” he asks, ready to attack Law with a million kisses. “UH… YOUR SMILE” he says, up and straightforward, hiding under his hat after because of the intense embarrassment.

But the hat didn’t last longer over his black spiky hair, because his dad had already knocked it off in a kisses and hugs attack. “AHHH DAD!!!” Law shouts, while you watch the fight next to you, and there is nothing else you could ever ask in your whole life. You were the richest person in the whole world.

After some story reading, you sitting in between Cora’s legs and Law sitting in between yours, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying the lovely cookies, Law finally fell asleep. “Oh he is asleep” you whisper to your hubby. “Right, let’s take him to his bed”

Rosi and you carry the little bean to his bed, tucking him and kissing his forehead goodnight. “Sleep tight, son” Cora whispers, and you, on tippy toes, reach for his cheek to kiss him. “What a wonderful dad you are, babe”.

Before going to sleep you two enjoyed the cookies and milk “for Santa” and arranged the presents all around the tree. Rosi also used a little bit of flour to simulate Santa’s snowy boots footprints.

Cora wasn’t able to sleep until no more than 6 am on Christmas day. He was so excited he had to go and wake up Law to go see the gifts. And of course, cause “like father, like son” (even if they weren’t connected by blood) the two of them go downstairs running.

You, still with a sleepy face and messy hair, used your den den mushi to record the reaction. Law was on the verge of crying while opening his gifts. Tears of joy. He isn’t a consumerist child; he didn’t even ask for a gift in his letter to Santa. But the love he received was, for him, the most precious gift he could ever have gotten.

Oh, and the Sora figure.

He even slept with it for many many years. 💖~

#corazon x reader #corazon x y/n #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante donquixote #donquixote rosinante x you #rosinante headcanons #one piece rosinante #rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante icons #corazon #cora san #one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #sashi ya #one piece x oc #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece law #trafalgar law

[mp100fanworkstranslation]

Reigen gets a Smart Phone

Reigen thinks: When did they all switch to smart phones?

So does that mean I’m the only one still using a flip phone?

No... No that cant be, the main purpose of a cell phone is to communicate. In that respect, it does great. More functions are not necessarily useful. Most of it is just entertainment and pointless frills.

The battery drains faster, the screen is a lot easier to break and they’re more expensive. 

Haaaaa!! Check it out Losers! Six super rares! Told you I’d get ‘em!

Serizawa: WHOAA!! Ekubo Senpai, you’re amazing! That’s so much grinding, I’m not even close.....

Mob: My mom won’t let me to play on the phone at night, so I never get the  chance to grind. 

Ekubo: HAHAHAHA That kind of skill is difference between you ordinary people and gods like me! um... not including shigeo’s ???% form that is.... 

Reigen: Um.... Guys?

Reigen: Aren’t you guys spending too much time playing phone games at work?

Serizawa: Ah! I... I’m sorry. 

Mob: But isn’t this our lunch break? 

Ekubo: HAHAHAHAHA What, you guys can’t tell? Reigen’s just jealous cuz he doesn't have a smart phone. 

Reigen backpedaling: I’m just curious is all. Why did you guys all decide to switch to smart phones all of a sudden? 

Serizawa: The GPS app is really helpful, now that I’m no longer at home all the time. The other apps are really useful for work and school.

Mob: My mom got it for me after I did well on midterms. 

Ekubo: How should I know. It came with the body.

Some time later, Reigen is outside the phone store looking at the ads. 

The phones are free. The plans range from 90 to 100 dollars monthly.

Reigen: It’s almost a hundred dollars a month! Several times more expensive than my flip phone. 

This is a money sink that’s not going to contribute meaningfully to my life.

Ugh.. when I really think about it, I don’t need a phone with so many functions. The phone I’ve got now is by no means old, and I’m pretty used to it. 

Reigen: I can’t get carried away by vanity. I don’t blindly mirror the choices of others, that’s not who I am and how I want to live. 

Little girl: Mom, that basic guy has one of those basic phones.

Mom: Shh! Not out loud!   ------

Cashier: Thank you for the purchase!

-Later at Reigen’s apartment-

So this is the cutting edge of communications technology... It feels like opening a treasure chest. - as he opens the box -

WOOOOOW!!

Ah! so this is the user manual. I see... I see. What was the game they were playing? 

Found it! Ooooooo! My avatar looks so cool.

Hahaha found Ekubo! What a fitting avatar for an evil spirit!

Ah! Mob’s avatar is adorable. Aww he’s going to sleep now. 

-The next morning-

Ugghghhhh can’t keep grinding....

You can’t get past any of the bosses without seriously strong upgrades.

-Gets up stiffly-

Okay time to spin for the powerup bonus. 

-He taps to draw a new powerup.-

.....................

NO RARES, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!  

-throws phone- -nervously catches it again-

No gems left, no gold left.... is making an in game purchase the only way to get more draws? 

No wait Arataka, it’s just an app game... be reasonable!

Calm down... think about this...

-LIMITED TIME ONLY! 100% CHANCE OF RARE ITEM-

Reigen taps “buy” and there is a cash register sound effect.

As the scene zooms out, the sound effect rings several more times. (ie, he makes a bunch more in-app purchases)

Mob: Master’s been working really hard recently. He didn’t even take a lunch break today. 

Serizawa: Did something happen? 

GODDAMMMMIT I maxed out my funds on in-app purchases. Have to take on more jobs to make up for it.  

--For the first time in his life, Reigen Arataka realized the terrifying allure of escapism.--

I’m switching back to my flip phone. 

By Tamadango

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This is one of my absolute favorite comics. It’s got everything I love about ALL of the characters.

- The spirits and such team just hanging out around the office, not doing any work, just casually sharing something they all enjoy. 

- Ekubo having to be THE BEST... Canonically he refers to himself as Ore-sama or “本大人” which is more accurately translated as “Your Majesty, I....” He is clearly better than everyone else and he needs to show it at even trivial things like a phone game.

-Ekubo possessing his host to play for hours and hours just so he can one up his FRIENDS (two of the most powerful psychics in the world)...and justify them as “followers” with “much to learn”.

- Mob is the most powerful esper in the world and can flatten cities effortlessly, The three adults treat him as an equal, and Serizawa even treats him as a superior. Yet he’s still a kid that needs boundaries. His MOM bought him the phone as a reward for good grades and takes it away at night. 

- Serizawa stopped being a shut in and his GPS app is allowing him the independence to be out and about for the first time in his life. His smartphone gives him the agency to start living on his own terms, just as Reigen’s flip phone allows him to stay focused on what’s important to him. 

- Reigen for all his sweaty conman disasterness is a dilligent, organized, autodidact, that started his own successful business at 25. He doesn’t play games, he’s constantly working on his business, and he understands and is proud of how offbeat and uncommon that is....but he’s not beyond moments of insecurity driven impulsiveness. It’s incredibly consistantly depicted, him being a spoilsport about the game, buying the phone, but also throwing it when he doesn’t get the in game item he wants. 

- Reigen isn’t someone that does a half assed job. He gives 110% even on jobs he’s not being paid....so it makes perfect sense that he can’t seem to stop himself from becoming overly dedicated to a phone game.

-But lastly, some culture/language meta. The characters and series is japanese, the artist that drew this comic is chinese, and it’s being translated into english by an american. The little girl at the phone store says “Mom, that basic guy has one of those basic phones.” what she really says, is “Mom look that guy has a flip phone, it’s so provincial/rural.”

China has this interesting divide between the urban and rural population. Where people living in cities view people out in the countryside as dumb rednecks that are decades behind in education, technology, social norms...etc. This is not true, but saying that someone is from the countryside is a massive insult. No one wants to be seen that way. 

English lacks this divide between urban vs rural, and the only word that fits even a little is “basic.”

So even if this is a fanart for a japanese series, the context of that line can really only be understood in chinese, and there’s no word that really comes close to that idea in english. From a translation standpoint I find that really interesting, when media hops countries it loses, but also gains things. 

God I love this comic so much

#ekubo #serizawa katsuya #shigeo kageyama #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #mp100

[its-chelisey-stuff]

*screams* such a little scene but so MANY feels!!

You know, that grip looks painful, he really didn’t want her to go...

hahaha I love that he did’t even realize what he was doing, he just grabbed her hand on an impulse and then let go as soon as he saw what he had done (and the one to drew attention to it was her)

Careful Mr Lin Shen, your feelings are showing.

It comes to mind this expression in spanish after seeing the way he looks at her as she sits back down, next to him: “se la come con los ojos” which it literally translates to something quite weird and not as romantic but it basically means that he is so in love he devours her with his gaze. Like every second of her presence is precious to him. Because it is.

Also, I think this look is Gong Jun’s trademark. It’s the one thing all his characters have in common, no matter their personality or background hahaha

When they get to his house he says it’s his obligation as her boss to keep her safe and OH MY GOD I wanna shake him!!! the lies he tells are amazing. He even ordered all the things she needs (toiletries, skincare and more) for her to feel at home. He wouldn’t do any of that for anyone else at that office and he knows it, everyone does. It’s because of the things he does but then turns around and says the opposite what has our FL confused. He’s sending mixed signals, who would take him seriously?

#dream garden #gong jun #qiao xin #cdrama #so the other day i spent a whole hour #looking for the bg music of this scene #and didn't find it #it's driving me insane #i want it or at least wanna hear the full version #it's not on the ost bc that only has the songs with actual vocals and lyrics #and this song has just the melody but oofff it's so emotional #and romantic

[hoeforminhoee]

<Forget Me Not>

(not my image!)

➳ pairing: Lee Know x female reader ➳ genre: fluff, angst (if you squint real hard), husband!leeknow au, Slice of Life ➳ warnings: mentions of Alzheimer’s, miscarriage and trauma ➳ word count: 2.4K ➳ author’s note: This is the first fic I’ve written in almost 4 years and I’m rusty as hell I really hope you guys like it♡ฅ(=・ᆽ・ฅ=) (also please spare me if its bad, I tried hahaha)

I listened to my uwufeels.com spotify playlist while writing this! So check it out if you guys wanna! 

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You don't know how long it had been since this recurring dream started, where you find yourself sitting in a wheelchair in a quaint garden overlooking a small lake. You were confused, to say the least.

It felt like an out-of-body experience, yet everything felt so real.

Your eyes traveled down to your hands as you let out a sigh and cursed under your breath.“These hands look way too wrinkly for a 23-year-old! What kind of dream is this?” 

Looking around, you saw a few other people in the garden. Some of them in wheelchairs like yourself, and others on the benches under the cherry blossom trees, all wearing the same lilac striped gown. 

You quickly realized that this had to be a hospital of some sort. 

Why were you in a hospital, and why does this particular hospital always appear in all your dreams? Sometimes you would be 16, 23, or even 50 years old in your dreams, but you were always in the same hospital and the same lilac gown.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you sat there, lost in your thoughts, reveling in the warm spring air that smelt of petrichor. You hummed to the sound of the magpies chirping and watched as the cherry blossom petals danced in the breeze, a few of them landing in your hair.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands in your hair - presumably picking out the fallen petals. You spun around and peered over your shoulders and were shocked when you came face to face with a man in his 70s. He looked at you intently, with a small smile adorning his face. And if you looked closely, maybe you would have seen his eyes flash a tinge of melancholy.

The man immediately regained his composure. His eyes softened and resumed picking the petals out from your hair.

“Sorry if I startled you, my dear” The man let out an amused chuckle.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was a weird sense of familiarity with this man. 

Then it clicked. 

“Dad?” you gasped, and the elderly man burst out in a fit of laughter.

He then quickly shook his head while trying his best to calm down before putting his hand next to your ear, and whispered: "My name is Minho, and I think I may have a crush on you

Your eyes widened in shock and you moved away from the man.

You were certain that the man, Minho, was a delusional old man who enjoyed flirting with girls 50 years his junior. 

Before you could even retort, a nurse was walking towards you. “Mrs. Lee, it’s time for lunch!” The nurse called out as he smiled at you and Minho. 

You peeked at the nurse's name tag and tugged at his shirt while Minho wasn't looking. "Nurse Jisung, I think this man is crazy. He just told me that he has a crush on me! And I'm barely half his age!" 

Jisung held in his laughter but couldn't help let a chortle escape "Did he tell you that? Well, Mrs. Lee, you'd better make your move quickly! Mr. Lee's sure popular around here!" Your face contorted at Jisung's response.

Well, you guess Jisung wasn’t wrong after all. As you were being wheeled back into your ward, you noticed some ahjummas looking at you and Minho enviously.

Minho walked next to Jisung, asking the nurse about his wife, and you figured that Minho’s wife was probably also in this hospital.

Then, things got weird when Minho followed you into your private ward.

“Uh, excuse me 어르신…” (eoreushin: how people usually address an Elderly in Korean)

Minho looked up at you, hurt evident in his eyes, but you didn’t know why.

“Yes Y/N?” He plopped himself onto a plush chair next to your bed and held onto your hands.

You haven’t had the chance to look at Minho up close, but dang, you had to admit that he was handsome and charming even at this ripe old age.

You didn’t speak as you looked into his eyes.

These eyes. You were sure you’ve seen these eyes somewhere before.

You watched, as the golden specks in his hazel brown eyes sparkled under the ray of sunlight streaming in from the large french windows. You couldn’t explain why you were feeling the way you felt, god you really couldn’t. 

You held your gaze on him for what felt like an eternity. Everything about this peculiar old man felt so familiar, yet foreign at the same time. 

Think, Y/N. Think! Where have you seen this man before? Why can’t you remember?

Your hands flew to your head as you started panicking.

Why can't you remember? Who is this man? Why does he know my name?

Minho rushed to your side when he noticed you shaking and panicking. 

He pulled you into a hug and started stroking your hair.

“It’s ok Y/N ah, It’s ok. I’m here, don’t be scared.” 

Why was this scene so familiar?

- Fall of 2033 -

You sat on the examination bed, looking at the foliage outside, heart-thumping while holding onto Minho’s hand.

It was your first ultrasound after hitting your second trimester and both you and Minho were so excited to see how big your baby has gotten.

Your ob-gyn reclined the examination bed and began applying the ultrasound gel on your belly and Minho squeezed your hand, sending you a reassuring smile. 

This wasn’t your first ultrasound since you were pregnant, so you knew something was wrong when the ob-gyn spent almost an hour on your ultrasound. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified, but you tried to calm yourself down.

Minho slung his arms around you and drew small circles on your shoulders. “I’m sure everything is going to be ok, Y/N ah. They probably just wanted a more detailed scan or something. Don’t worry too much baby, I’m here.” and he placed a small kiss on the back of your hand.

The ob-gyn sat you back down in her office and your worst fears were confirmed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Lee. We couldn’t detect your baby's heartbeat.”

Your world came to a standstill. It was like everything was moving in slow motion.

You haven’t fully processed your miscarriage until you were sat on a hospital bed, waiting for your abortion. You were shaking and sobbing violently in Minho’s arms.

“It’s ok Y/N ah, It’s ok. I’m here, don’t be scared. It’s ok, we can get through this together. 

I love you.” he kisses your forehead and rests his chin on your head, silently sobbing.

- End of flashback -

You sat there in Minho’s embrace, confused. 

That wasn’t my memory, was it?

“Minho?” you squeaked, voice small and hoarse.

“Yes, baby? Are you ok?” Minho bent down and looked into your eyes, searching for any signs of anxiety, and was relieved to see that you have calmed down a little.

“You’re my husband, Minho?” You finally saw Minho smile ear to ear for the first time that day.

“You remember! You remember me today!” He stood up, pulling you along with him, and twirled you around before giving you a soul-crushing hug.

Placing both his hands on your cheeks, he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered to him in this world. You noticed tears threatening to fall from his eyes and you pulled the sleeves of your cardigan over your knuckles and wiped them away.

Minho chuckled a little, before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N ah, look what I got you!”  Minho said excitedly as he pulled out a bouquet of little blue flowers from a paper bag.

“Forget-me-not,” both of you said at the same time.

You looked up at Minho and he looked so content, you couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe this wasn’t that bad of a dream, or so you thought.

It wasn’t until you went to sleep every day and you could not wake up from this dream, no matter how hard you tried. You woke up in the hospital every day and you didn’t know what to do. What if this was reality? You were scared and you just wanted to go home. 

You were visibly anxious and scared when the nurse, what was his name again? Right, Jisung. Jisung came to check up on you when he heard some commotion coming from your ward. 

When he walked in, he found you thrashing around, throwing all your belongings into a bag, and throwing cups and utensils onto the ground.

“Mrs. Lee! What’s wrong Mrs. Lee?”

Jisung tried to hold onto you but you were adamant about going home. 

You scanned the room to check if you missed anything. Then you looked down and opened the cabinet right next to your bed and were shocked at what you saw.

There were hundreds of post-it notes stuck all over the cabinet.

You stretched your hand out and picked out one post-it note.

“I Love You, Y/N ah. I will remember you even when the day comes when you don’t remember me. - Minho”

You picked out another note:

“Y/N ah, today was our 40th wedding anniversary. You didn’t seem to remember me today, but I will remind you every day for the rest of my life if I have to, about how much I love you. I love you, Mrs. Lee Y/N! - Minho”

“Y/N ah, it’s been 3 years since I’ve brought you a bouquet of forget-me-nots every day, in hope that you will never forget me. Is it working? I think it is! Sometimes you even call me yeobo like you used to! I love you so much Y/N - Minho”

“Y/N ah, it's been so long since I have been living without you and I miss you so much. But I’m content with being able to see you every single day here. Please don’t forget me, Y/N ah. I love you - Minho”

You slowly placed the post-it notes back into the cabinet and looked up at Jisung.

He could tell that you were a little confused, so he sat you down on your bed before beginning to explain.

“Mr. Lee has been writing and leaving a note for you every single day for the past 3 years.”

He said while picking up the things you thrashed onto the ground.

“He has been visiting you every single day, no matter rain or shine. And he always brought you a bouquet of forget-me-nots” Jisung looked at you with a small smile.

“But why do I not remember him?” You asked, throat dry and tears trickling down your face.

“Mrs. Lee, you have Alzheimer's disease. The doctor thinks that it was an early onset triggered by your trauma from your miscarriages.” Jisung explained calmly.

Everything made sense from then on. The recurring dreams and the odd flashbacks that didn’t seem to be my memories. The sense of familiarity that Minho radiated, all made sense.

- Spring of 2023 - 

You fluffed out your white dress and looked at yourself in the mirror before sitting down, letting out a nervous sigh.

"Y/N ah it's me, mom. Can I come in?"

"Yeah mom, come on in" You checked yourself for the last time before walking to the door.

"Oh my gosh, my beautiful baby! I can't believe you're already getting married!"

"Mom! Don't cry, you're making me cry!" you giggled while trying to hold in your tears.

Right then, the door opened and dad walked in and you caught the tears shining in his eyes.

"Oh god, not you too dad!"

When the time arrived for you to walk down the aisle, you nervously looked around for a mirror to check that everything was in place as you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on your dress.

"Darling, relax," dad said while patting your shoulders. 

"You know I never really liked any of your exes-"

"Dad!" you giggled, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"But I knew he was the right one for you since the first day I met him. So don't be nervous. He really loves you, Y/N ah" 

Once the doors to the garden opened and you started walking down the aisle with your dad, you saw Minho in a clean black suit at the end of the aisle, and you started tearing up.

I love him so much, and I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

Minho saw you walk down the aisle and he covered his mouth with both his hands and started tearing up as soon as you did.

How did you two get so lucky to have found each other?

“I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.

I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with. I get to be there for you and support you."

"In sickness and in health, till death do us part"

"I love you, Lee Y/N," Minho said, before placing the sweetest kiss on your lips.

- End of flashback -

There was a knock on the door before it slid open, and Minho stepped into the ward and greeted you.

"How's my Mrs. Lee doing today?" He smiled brightly before replacing the bouquet of forget-me-nots from yesterday with a fresh bouquet he brought.

You stood up and ran towards him, pulling him into a hug.

"Minho, I remember you. You're Minho, my husband Minho!"

Minho almost drops the flowers but he sets them aside and hugged you back.

"Y/N ah..." His voice cracked but you could tell that he was smiling.

You pulled away from the hug and looked down at your feet "I'm sorry, Minho"

Minho shook his head "Why're you sorry, baby?"

"For making you go through being forgotten by the love of your life every single day. I'm sorry, Minho." You finished your sentence with a sob.

Minho wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into another hug.

"Y/N ah"

"Hmm?" You sniffed.

"Remember when you were first diagnosed with Alzheimer's? You said that you were scared of forgetting me. And remember what I told you?" Minho said while stroking your hair like he always did.

"You told me that you will be here for me, to remind me every single day for the rest of your life if you had to."

"And do you remember our wedding vows?" Minho cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"In sickness and in health, till death do us part."

"I love you, Lee Y/N, and I always will," Minho said, before placing a kiss on your lips.

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♡author’s note: That’s it guys! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. ISTG i’ll write something more lighthearted soon lolol (or you guys can send in your requests anytime!) Stay safe wherever you are!♡ also if the year of the wedding and the wedding anniversary doesn’t add up i’m SORRY i can’t math sksksksksks

#first fic in forever #i really hope y’all like it #stray kids #stray kids ot8 #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know #stray kids scenarios #chan #seungmin #changbin #han #stray kids slice of life #jisung #jeongin #hyunjin #lee felix #stray kids angst #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop angst

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Im too dumb to add a keep reading break on mobile idek if u can lmao SORRY

underdeveloped ideas (disclaimer I’m only partway through the show I just started s4 with Alice hehe) for threshold au cringe,,,,,, I’m on my phone disclaimer too hahahaha abundant typos probably idc (I care). Ok also I know Very little Star Trek lore so I’m probably inaccurate COOL COOL

Idk if I’ve ever really actually Talked about this au I get kinda embarrassed lmao,,,,, there’s a few pieces I’m still juggling around like whether or not chakotay chooses to keep the babies hidden in his quarters for the time, when he discloses it to Janeway, if they tell Paris/the rest of the crew, etc,,,,,,,, idk expect contradictions in our art lmao DONT WORRY ABOUT IT. I think the idea though is that they couldn’t fully revert janeway and Paris’s evolved human dna, and also they performed the same procedure on the little baby lizards, though their devolution was more gradual. They started out more tadpoley and waterbound but gradually get more babylike with limbs and everything hehe.

I landed on 1 boy and 2 girls because um I wanted the LEAST affiliation with Paris but also a sprinkle of it so it haunts Janeway my beloved. That being said like….. 500% the boy ends up being the one she’s most drawn to like not to pick favorites but hahahaha. I think he’d just be a needy and sickly kid who’s instinctively fond of his mother even though she REALLY doesn’t vibe being that for a long time like hahaha I drew it but lmao I think her seeing that he Needs Her kinda changes some brain cells in her. That all being said I don’t really know what I wanna do with him other than be a mommas boy WOMPWOMP I’ll get there besties I’ll get there. With the carrot girl idk enough about young janeway but she gives off rowdy riley rambunctious redhead vibes and I think her daughter would be LIKE THAT if even moreso she’s kinda feisty and hotheaded FOR SOME REASON I’m really fond of the idea of her becoming a star fleet medical officer :) like she could easily beat people up but she’s like 😔🙏 today I will Not choose violence. I like to think her career path was very unanticipated by her parents. I think both daughters are really close with their dad aka chakotay aka not paris lmao but like the blonde daughter is pretty prosperous in Star fleet like on her way to becoming captain??? But I feel like she’d end up leaving starfleet controversially and join the maquis :) and Janeway is like in a tizzy over losing her excelling daughter like da captains r gonna laugh at her for this one but chakotay is like she’s following her heart or w/e lmao. Blonde daughter is very softhearted calm and collected and not explosive At All so everyone’s a LITTLE SURPRISED when she bails. Kinda unrelated but my brain circles around the idea that chakotay nickname calls her Starlight because IM CRINGE DO NOT PERCEIVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

#threshold au