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Idek what to caption this but HEHE
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(First) Failed attempts for their photo employee ID
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Anya and Daisuke as elves! ( I couldn’t draw the rest I’m sorry 💔 )
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Swansea and Daisuke christmas
How their christmas would go…
Swansea would absolutely be Santa during this Holiday, not that he would be willing too but begrudgingly he’d accept so he can be apart of the celebrations.
Daisuke Anya and Curly are all elves, both all have similar outfits meanwhile Jimmy is Krampus because it would be an inside joke between them all! ( they’re unaware. )
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Daisuke trying to lift 🔥
I can only Imagine Daisuke trying his hardest to get physically more fit, he’d have a literal sleeper build 👅
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Uhhh added context
When they were both in college I like to think Swansea was working at a mechanic shop trying to get by and Martha needed her car fixed but didn't have the money, and Swansea needed help getting through his college classes, so she offered to tutor him in exchange for him fixing her car. out of his mind to refuse such an offer from such a cute lady he absolutely hopped on that chance.
This was moot’s idea btw. They came up with how these two met and it’s fucking goated
Martha is my headcanon oc for Swansea’s wife (that he mentions in the game) btw. I need to properly introduce her soon
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Super unrelated but, Daisuke literally should’ve been a butch lesbian. DEEP IN MY SOUL this is a woman and she is a LEBSIAN!! hawk tuah ( for safety reasons I’m just kidding 💔 )
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SWANSEA AND DAISUKE
Au where they survived.
There was only one conversation they’d have where Daisuke would open up a little, after the incident leaving him unable to work for himself and now in constant care by his mother it left Daisuke feeling useless and his worry of being worthless was not helping with this. the constant anxiety he felt and embarrassment, he should’ve been in college or have a job that would give him minimum wage. better than whatever state he is in right now, Daisuke never blamed Swansea for what he did to him. He only felt guilty for having been so much trouble, Jimmy had convinced him to go into the vents when directly told of the consequences of what would happen. so why did he do it? Swansea felt as if he had no other choice is what Daisuke would tell himself. He was in the way and caused problems, Daisuke felt even more ashamed after finally knowing what happened to Swansea.
Swansea wouldn’t have felt the need to hurt Jimmy if Daisuke just stayed away from the vents, but he never listened.
Daisuke just wanted the crew to believe he was worthy to be onboard with them, did they really think he wouldn’t notice the weird looks and shifts in attitude whenever he was around? He didn’t ask to be there yet they made him feel like he was just a bother. Everything he ever did was to get their validation.
Swansea only felt disappointed and slightly sympathetic to the younger male, he could understand how he felt on some level. Swansea was always a working man and put himself to work, thats why he was constantly coming back to the pony express. without work Swansea would only be reminded of how limited his talents are, he could fix things and he was knowledgeable about mechanics and such but would that get him anywhere with all of his issues? Swansea relied on the bottle to cope, theres no way a job would let him in. he felt guilty too, he had a wife and kids which should’ve made him feel better but bad habits die hard.
He never wanted Daisuke to end up like him, only putting himself deeper into trouble but Swansea was responsible for why Daisuke was like this. He wasn’t numb to his own emotions, it’s not like the thought of him potentially ruining Daisukes life didn’t haunt him constantly, Swansea had told Daisuke to never end up like him but it seemed that he was only going down one narrow path where it seemed hopeless. no amount of support nor love could ever pull either of them out of this hole they both feel stuck inside of.
They were merely parallels of each-other in a way.
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Chapter three intro for impatience
The soft golden glow of early morning spilled through the cracks in my blinds, illuminating the scattered remnants of last night. My heels were discarded carelessly by the doorway, my jacket draped over the back of a chair, and the faint trace of something unfamiliar lingered in the air—cheap cologne mingled with the acrid edge of alcohol. I rubbed my eyes and let out a slow breath, sitting up in bed as the weight of reality settled over me like an old coat.
The sound of rustling from the other room caught my attention. For a moment, I debated whether I’d imagined it, but the low groan that followed shattered any illusion of solitude. My pulse quickened as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cool floor.
I low groan escaped my supple lips, hand going to my temple as fingers massaged the sore headache brewed throughout the night. soft glow of the atmosphere, the opened window settling a nice view of Seasoning city. I paused, gazing out it as I watched life go on as if nothing had happened.
Peering into the living room, I found Reigen sprawled across the couch, his face buried in one of my throw pillows. His green vest and crème pants were rumpled, his vest and hanging limply around his torso. It took me a few moments to run through the memories of the previous night, strolling to the kitchen as I grabbed a glass, fingertips mingling with the excess water from not being left out to dry long enough. Spare hand opening a cabinet, shifting to the balls of my feet as I rifled through the medication.
Once I had acquired painkillers and water I stood beside the couch for a long moment, watching him. In the soft morning light, the sharp edges of his usual bravado seemed dulled, replaced by an almost vulnerable stillness. The man who had stumbled his way into my life in the most unfortunate manner and now in my home, he now looked... human; not someone I regarded him as last night, a lost cause. Not the self-proclaimed psychic, not the con artist with a silver tongue, but someone weighed down by the same burdens we all carried—albeit with a hangover to boot.
As if the gods were looking down on me, my signature ringtone filled the room.
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My name is Tarneem Sami, and I am from Gaza. My husband, Ahmed, was killed while trying to bring us food during this cruel war. Now I am left alone with my three children, struggling to keep them alive. We are living in starvation, with no food, no clean water, and no medicine. My children cry from hunger every day, and I have nothing left to give them.
Please, I am begging you—help me save my children from this unbearable suffering. They are innocent and do not deserve this pain. Any support, no matter how small, could save their lives. Please don’t let my children die from hunger.
🌿🇵🇸 #Palestine #GazaUnderSiege 🇵🇸🌿
BOOST !!!!!!!!!!!!
The whole war with Gaza is overlooked after so long, it's still a big deal and we shouldn't move on because its not media worthy anymore, people are dying every day because of this and the least we can do is spread information about it. May the innocent people who were lost in this war find peace to the families and no matter the side civilian's are civilian's and I hope to god everyone makes it out okay, bloodshed is not the answer to war.
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Draft to Chp1
"Oh! You work too much doll, you deserve a break!" Tanaka Noriko, my co-worker ever since I first joined, chirped. She was a woman of understated elegance. Face creased, fit perfectly with her eyes. Cheeks tugged up in a permanent smile lines. Her short brown hair, neatly styled with excessive hair gel, a framed her face with soft waves that complemented her warm, motherly demeanor. She wore a tailored violet suit that accented her graceful posture, the rich hue standing out against the drab beige walls of the office. A single strand of pearls rested around her neck, gleaming softly under the harsh fluorescent lights, their subtle shimmer adding an air of timeless sophistication. Her gentle face, creased with age, carried a constant warmth that made her presence both comforting and, at times, a little overwhelming in such a place like this.
"Ah.. You think so?" I mumbled back, closing the document I’d reluctantly attempted to finish before the workday ended. The soft hum of the office filled the background, a monotonous blend of faint typing, distant phones ringing, and the steady buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. I'd grown use to it, the lights use to stain my eyes, make them water if I stared at the computer for too long. The air was cool, almost too cool, carrying the faint scent of stale coffee and paper—a combination that felt as much a part of the space as the desks themselves. My tired eyes raised to meet her lively gaze. Ms. Noriko’s presence felt oddly out of place here, her vibrant demeanor and violet attire contrasting sharply with the dull grays and beige tones that dominated the room. I wouldn’t call the two of us "friends"—barely even acquaintances, really. Just two co-workers. Yet, in the stillness of this uninspired setting, her warm, persistent energy was something of a lifeline, even if it sometimes made me uneasy. the caring woman Ms. Noriko was, always looking out for me, even if she could be a little unsettling at times.
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sneak peak into an upcoming update/chapter :p
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Maybe it was the tipsiness, maybe it was guilt. I could relate to him in a way—his mindless self-assurance barely masking the fractures beneath. Maybe that’s what made him so... pitiable. He seemed so sure of himself, moving through life without questioning, without doubting, like a ship that didn’t notice it was sinking. And yet, here he was, alone on his birthday, drowning his sorrows in cheap alcohol—sorrows he didn’t even have the courage to name.
I lay there, fully clothed, heels kicked off in a heap on the floor, staring blankly at the cracks on my ceiling. Was there an underlying reason for all this? Why did I go out of my way tonight—for him of all people? There was a tug deep inside me, a pull I couldn’t explain, let alone ignore. Something about him felt off. Not in the way I’d expected, though. It wasn’t pity, nor was it sympathy, not exactly.
It was something more unsettling.
An attraction? No, that couldn’t be right. How could I be drawn to someone like him? He was a mess, a fraud—a pathetic wreck of a man. And yet, despite everything, there was something there, some faint glimmer beneath the surface. A thread of dignity, fragile and nearly invisible, buried beneath his chaos. It clung to him stubbornly, refusing to let him be completely consumed, and that was what held my attention. That was what kept me tethered to him, even as I tried to convince myself I should walk away.
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So I made a really simple AU of mouthwashing
( does have spelling errors in the actual drawing )
My page: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSjTNuGfN/
With this AU, it’s very direct from the title but only THREE of them survive ( Swansea, Anya and Daisuke. ) meanwhile Curly and Jimmy are the unfortunate ones who don’t make it back on earth alive atleast.
[ THE ALTERED VERSION OF IT ]
Pony express didn’t go bankrupt IMMEDIATELY in this universe, instead they were just lowering pay for each member except Curly.
They were all found 3 years later after everything had transpired, due to legal action it was a whole case causing major action in response, it was only a miracle how they managed to escape this ordeal.
SWANSEA - he managed to survive being shot in the eye and head, the bullet barely reaching his brain but leaving a fracture in his skull. losing an eye in the process and left with poor vision with the other. After he went back home he was already put into proper medical care and his wife takes care of him now due to his retirement but he has managed to recover swiftly but he still struggles with mobility, Swansea was a little stubborn to retire and let his wife take care but eventually he gave in. the whole incident does have him shaken up and he feels very conflicted about everything.
ANYA - The baby was immediately terminated by the OD and there would’ve been no chance of it surviving either way by the stress of everything happening on board, Anya is still left with the repercussions of the overdose and leaves her occasionally with chronic pain. Anya has completely avoided contact with Daisuke and Swansea due to not wanting to be reminded of anything that happened on Tulpar. Anya is studying psychology as a new field rather than becoming a nurse at the moment, she is in art therapy courses and she has created things to help her express internal turmoil as she slowly recovers physically and mentally.
DAISUKE - He had managed to survive somehow with a string of luck though having surgery for his face and nose causing a slight curve on the bridge of it. he has no eye on the right ( left if we’re being realistic) with the amount of blood he had lost he has anaemia and lost some of his colour in skin, he appears a bit lighter than he usually is. Daisuke is still trying to grow his hair out, having the side of his head shaved for surgery so now his hair is even more layered and choppy. Daisuke has huge gaps in memory and doesn’t have good memory anymore, he struggles with speech and is now in constant care by his mother who now never leaves his side, Daisuke by this point has halfway recovered but he’ll never be able to work on his own and have a proper job.
Meanwhile with Jimmy and Curly.
CURLY - because of his horrific injuries it was only cruel to keep him in constant agony, Anya couldn’t handle the pressure nor the sight of him in so much pain as he was barely surviving off painkillers. she was aware of the fact he would most likely die eventually, nobody killed Curly of course but he had succumbed to the injuries he faced, the exposed skin and the trauma his body faced couldn’t handle it.
JIMMY - He was spiralling, already he knew that if he ever went back home he’d face extreme consequences and with a cowardly move he’d resort to ending his own life. believing everyone on board was already dead which he wouldn’t know what to do, this was his own way of taking responsibility.
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ABOUT ME v
My name is Christine!! ( known as bluepubes..)
I am 15 years old, and I like to draw which I post my art onto Tiktok. mainly mouthwashing for now
My tiktok is here! > https://www.tiktok.com/@lazyforever_?_t=8rze6UmfI1K&_r=1
A few fandoms I am into,
• Mouthwashing
• Dandadan
• Onepiece
• Naruto
• My hero academia
• Mob psycho
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