#Alton was okay

[mothervega]

anyone out there who enjoys both Bive and The Smiler i’m boutta summon all of you cuz I MADE A SMILER INSPIRED BIVE AVATAR MUAHAHAHAHAA

[coulrosaurus]

Kipp is a mechanic that landed a gig with the Ministry of Joy, specializing in the components of The Marmaliser.

Life was dire for him before he came across the Ministry, which made him extremely susceptible to being marmalised. He's incredibly friendly, but going through the marmalisation process has fried a few of his wires and made him a bit delusional.

He's thinks the machine is sentient (it's not) and actively wants to bring people joy (it doesn't), and also thinks it's his friend (it's not). He'll chatter away with it as he works, and can get a bit protective when things go wrong.

He also thinks Cass is his friend. Cass could NOT disagree more.

He's incredibly attached to the Ministry and their machinery-- they really did it, they made him happy!-- and he has no intention of ever leaving them. He feels like he owes them his life.

[whollyjoly]

orange blood dripping from the sun / tell me you're the one

MoreLarkey x Orange Blood by Mt. Joy (x)

[rebouks]

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hmmmmmmm where to even start, I love these past few scenes with the og Finch fam cos I think it does a really good job of encapsulating their family dynamics..

We already know that Oscar's pissed off with Noah for what he said but I don't think we can really blame him for thinking Oscar might just be like meh if something happened to Sid. It's no secret they don't have the best relationship-.. not to say they don't love each other cos they do, a LOT, but I think you can love and admire someone and still find it really hard to get along or be around them for too long.

I think what's REALLY interesting here though, is how Oscar's always felt second best to Noah (aka Golden Boy) but in reality, it's actually been Noah in the backseat all along.

I rewatched Breaking Bad recently and there's a scene where Jesse says something to his brother about him being the favourite cos he's well behaved and does well in school and wins trophies etc etc. but his brother's just like ?? are you kidding? you're all they talk about! It made me think about Oscar/Noah and how similar it is with them.

Almost since the moment he arrived, everything was always about Oscar. He's the one they worried and argued over, the one who took up more of their time and attention, the one who needed them the most, yet it still wasn't enough.

Sid's always been brash and a tough love type of person and in terms of the type of mother she was/is, probably not what Oscar needed. I don't think it's either of their faults, or that either particularly did anything wrong, it's just the way they are. Alton's always been inert too, which doesn't help. He's rubbish in an emergency, never makes any decisions until it's too late, never steps in when he should-.. and on the rare occasion he does, he'll probably go about it in the wrong way. Noah's the placatory one on the side-lines, trying to pick everything up once it's fallen apart; except he's clumsy with it and he's not very good at reading the room or putting himself in other people's shoes so his "help" often feels insincere and judgemental and that doesn't help either.

Sure, Noah's closer to his parents and spends WAY more time with them, he's barely ever fallen out with them and he's never felt neglected by them/resented Oscar or anything but I still think he's undeniably aware that he's not the favourite Oscar claims he is. He was just easy in comparison. I think Oscar's somewhat aware of it though, he briefly mentions it in this scene, saying; "They didn’t prefer you. You just weren’t a little cunt like me." Although.. he kinda overlooks this fact most of the time, probably because of his bitterness toward feeling like a misfit in his own family and general penchant for ruminating on the past.

Sid/Alton were just never equipped to deal with a kid like Oscar. He needed patience, empathy, trust and guidance but he didn't get any of that-.. like they gave up on him before he even knew what that meant. As guilty as it makes him feel, he'd be relieved if Sidney wasn't around cos he'd have no one to prove anything to anymore-.. like how Wyatt felt free when his father died!! A strong comparison maybe but the same undercurrent of never feeling worthy is there, y'know? Even if the relationship is much, much different.

It's a shame really, but no matter how much Oscar grows as a person, his family still kinda see him the same way that they used to; the unstable and impulsive one. It's like they're blind to all the nuances of his personality and sometimes I just wanna shake em like ahhhhhsdkjskdjk.. Oscar could do 9 good things and 1 bad and you can guaranteeee they'd focus on the bad :/ (side note: this is probably the main reason Robin is sorta like eh toward them all as well - more so than the other kiddos - cos he can sense all this and it pisses him off almost as much as it does me fkjfjk)

I don't know, this family is SO interesting to me.. like I don't think any of them are wrong for how they are or how they act with one another but they're so inherently mismatched that they just don't work. They've never been much of a functional family unit if you include Oscar, however cute they can be sometimes, and they probably never will be. That's just the way it is...

[ferdihound]

the smiler real

got bored, got silly and turned the smiler into a human :3

hope my design is nice HDSHFSJ

overdone bloo d warning under the cut

[arti-smiles]

Pictures from todays Alton towers visit!!

Playing around with blur on the smiler (my beloved) and I think they’re pretty cool!

saw toxicator (project ocean) in progress too!

It was my first time going on rides in the dark, th13TEEN was TERRIFYING BECAUSE NONE OF THE TRACK IS LIT AT ALL 😭 smiler is epic in the dark I love love loved it so much!!

it was surreal going up the vertical lift on the smiler and just looking up at the stars. Felt like a dream lol. (Unrelated sort of but I know where exactly the ride cameras are on the smiler so now I look DIRECTLY down the barrel of the camera like 😃😃😃 every time and honestly it makes me look insane but maybe i am at this point lmao)

[diandra-chan]

Hello Alton Towers fandom, I’m not really new, I’ve just been lurking.

My name is Diandra and I hyperfixate a lot on the smiler and the ministry of joy. So…here’s my art regarding that, take it. I hope you like it ^^

This is all part of an overarching story. At least it’s gonna be at some point. I still only have singled out scenes in mind that I still need to stitch together.

I HAVE A PLAN! I SWEAR!

[freezinglemur]

Sorry Five I'm getting into a thing which means you're getting put into a situation related to said thing!

I love putting him in situations. I'm so sorry Five the horrors are probably kidnapping you again and you're going to get along with unconventional beings and not know why but roll with it anyway

@lieutenant-fred I am blaming you for getting me interested originally in this stuff I've been slowly looking into it (when I rember n have the time in between bugging the weapons lol) (playful)

[cherrytastiq]

revenge (which i forgot to set as revenge) for @weirdosyringe ^_^

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Multiamory Month, Day Thirty-One: Morning routine (Valicer In The Dark AU)

It's the grand finale of Multiamory March -- thank you again @polyamships for creating this challenge! I had rather a lot of fun doing all these little fics. :) But it's time to wrap things up now (apart from the inevitable masterpost), and today's prompt was another one where I had a fairly firm idea of what I wanted to do, but wasn't sure what verse I wanted to set it in -- "Morning routine!" AKA, for me, "Smiler is a morning person and Alice and Victor are not." XD Accordingly, the first thing that popped into my head for this prompt was a scene where Smiler was up early, preparing tea in the kitchen and greeting Alice and Victor as they came in for breakfast -- but I wasn't sure which universe I wanted to set the scene in. It could fit so many! After much pondering, though, I decided to go with setting it in the Valicer In The Dark verse for three key reasons:

After doing a count, I realized that I'd written five stories each for the Modern AU and the Multiplayer Wonderland AU, and I wanted to make sure what is arguably my favorite AU for my trio got equal time

I also realized that putting it in the VITD universe would allow me to do an even cuter version of the scene, featuring all the gang's pets (and, after a last-minute remembrance, Elder Gutknecht as well)

And I couldn't resist the irony factor of doing this prompt for a world that, thanks to being shrouded in pretty much constant darkness, does not really HAVE mornings. XD

So yeah! To send off Multiamory March, have a look at a typical "morning" in the Three Pillar's lair once they've gotten all their pets and suchlike. Enjoy!

--

“Happy Numbers, Alice!”

Alice looked at them, then shook her head. “I still don’t understand how you can be this perky this early in the day,” she muttered, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Oh, I’ve always been an ‘up with the Embers’ kind of person, you know that,” Smiler said, grinning as they dropped the tea balls into everyone’s cups. “Anyway – sleep well?”

“You were in the same bed as me – you should know the answer to that question already,” Alice replied, though without any real rancor. She headed to the pantry, pulling out flour and sugar. “Pancakes this morning?”

“Yes please!” Smiler stooped and got her the frying pan. “And while I was in the same bed, we were both unconscious at the time, so the question stands.”

Alice snorted. “All right – I slept fine, thank you,” she said, accepting the pan. “And I hope you did the same.”

“Rawk!”

“Peeep!”

A flapping of feathery and scaly wings announced the arrival of Sooty and Benny into the kitchen. Sooty promptly soared over to Smiler’s shoulder, giving their hair a greeting preen, while Benny wrapped himself around Alice’s neck like a dark blue scarf. “Hello you two,” Smiler greeted them, stroking Sooty’s head. “Looking for breakfast yourselves, I take it?”

Sooty nipped lightly at their finger, while Benny peeped again and looked with interest at the flour and sugar tins. “I’m sorry – if you want those, you’re going to have to wait until I’ve mixed them together,” Alice informed him as she got the mixing bowl. “Plenty of rats about if you want something now.”

Whatever reply Benny might have had for that was cut off by a “Ruff!” from the doorway. Moments later, Dogmeat trotted into the room, followed by a yawning Victor. “Happy Numbers! And hey, you’re just in time,” Smiler said, nodding as they checked on the steeping tea. “Give me a moment to get it the way you like – sleep well?” they added as they headed to the cold box to get the milk.

“As well as I ever do,” Victor replied, giving Dogmeat’s fur a ruffle – the dog barked and licked his fingers. “Good boy...I did start having a bad dream at one point, but – well. A certain someone took care of that.”

We couldn’t let our spooky friend feel bad!

Us scurried into the room, followed closely by Guide. Besides, you told us we could eat your bad dreams, they continued, waving their tentacles at Victor. You said it was allowed.

“I did,” Victor said, crouching down to give Us a pat and Guide a scritch under the chin. “And I appreciate it.”

“Mmm – anything that helps Victor sleep better is fine by us,” Alice agreed, smiling as Guide came over to wind about her legs. “Smiler, while you’re over there, could you grab me an egg?”

“Sure thing!” Smiler pulled one out of the carton and brought it over to her. “Pancakes,” they added in Victor’s direction.

“In roughly twenty minutes, anyway,” Alice added, dumping her flour in her bowl.

“That’s fine – I can wait.” Victor stood, leaning against the table as he shook his head and blinked. “Ugh...I do wish I could wake up easier in the morning.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, my boy – I was always a late riser myself.”

Elder Gutknecht floated in through the wall, getting a startled “merow!” from Guide. “Granted, that was probably because I often stayed up half the night studying, but still,” he added with a chuckle. “So long as you’re awake enough to eat breakfast, you’ll be fine.”

“We’re working on it,” Alice said, bending down to stroke Guide before resuming getting the pancake batter ready. “Aren’t we, Benny?”

Benny agreed with a “peeep!” Dogmeat added a “woof!” of his own, then playfully bopped Us’s side with his nose before hurrying away. Hey! Get back here! Us cried, scurrying after him in hot pursuit.

“Be careful!” Victor yelled, watching as they came dangerously close to upsetting a chair. “Don’t knock over anything!” He sighed and looked over at Smiler. “Goodness, we do have busy breakfasts, don’t we?”

“We do,” Smiler agreed, adding the milk to Victor’s cup before stealing some of Alice’s sugar. They looked around, taking in the cozily-crowded room, and smiled. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[imagionary]

could we get some spruce? hes Such a character and needs a whole lotta love

I love Spruce! He and Chip have known each other for so long, and count each other like brothers. Spruce misses their old cabin that they built together,,

[beast-towers]

Fanart for @andersam5 of their character, General Disregard. The moment I saw her my thought instantly went to the One Punch meme. So here is Thomas (Tom) and his Jaguar Avatar (Formed out of his passion for Music (still in the making @,~,@;)) being a goof that he is lol

I pictured her being shocked and maybe offended by a 18 year old who is not scared of her XD I do apologize for the bother and this not looking good. ;w;

But I do hope you enjoy the humor of it :,3

Og pic here:

[multi-fandomdisaster]

Oh yeah! Happy opening day, Toxicator!

[whollyjoly]

for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise. 

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone. 

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert. 

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury. 

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

~~

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides. 

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope. 

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat. 

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth. 

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal. 

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

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Matilda: There-.. you’re all set. [Matilda steps back to admire her handiwork, eyes glistening] Sidney: Are you getting emotional..?

Matilda: No! Sidney: Hah, I knew you were a fucking softie. Matilda: Woman-.. hair!

Aspen: Awh, you look gorgeous. Courtney: I’m so excited. Aspen: No cold feet then?

[Courtney shakes her head, admiring her “bouquet” with a soft smile] Courtney: No, I’ve dreamt about this day for years… Aspen: Well, it’s almost time!

…

Cole: There you are-.. have you asked him yet? Courtney: I’d feel bad if you didn’t-… Cole: Don’t feel bad, I want this for you.

Courtney: Why? Cole: Because I know how much it’d mean to you, and him. Courtney: [sighs] That’s what makes me feel guilty.

Cole: There’s no use forcing it, and I know you don’t have to with them-.. you’ve nothing to feel guilty about, I promise. Courtney: If you’re sure… Cole: I’m sure.

…

Courtney: Can I talk to you for a second? Alton: Sure! Is everything alright? Courtney: Yeah, I uh.. I wanted to ask if you’d walk me down the aisle, maybe..?

Alton: Me..? Courtney: If you don’t mind? Alton: I’d love to! Oh-.. what about Cole?

Courtney: We’ve never really been that close, to be honest. But you and Sidney have always been there for me, even when Oscar couldn’t be-.. and you don’t have a daughter, and I’ve never had a dad either so-.. yeah. Alton: Awh.. of course I will, sweetie.

Courtney: Really? [Alton pulls Courtney into a tight embrace, nodding profusely] Courtney: I can’t wait to be a Finch.

Alton: I always secretly wanted a daughter. Courtney: [chuckles] I guess you’ll kinda have one soon enough. Alton: Ah, I think I’ve had one for a while now…

[trappedtowers]

The Threat of Nemesis

Nobody knows where it came from, or how it came to be. All that's known within The Valley wastelands is that you must avoid it at all costs. If you are spotted, there is but 2 options for survival

Hide

Run

Though, both may not get you far. Even if you do escape, there's still her off-spawn to deal with. Hatched from the eggs, they come in various forms - but they all have one goal in mind. To alert Nemesis of potential prey, bringing it out of its volcano for yet another hunt.

There are few ways that are known to weaken it, or perhaps even defeat it. When The Phalanx was still around, they held a codex which contained the power to defeat the beast - just by throwing the scripture in its mouth! However, the codex was attempted to be used upon the beasts initial arrival, but to little success.

In more recent times however, Terra has been hard at work theory crafting using remenants of photocopied pages of the codex. Writings that could be turned into power. Power that could be turned into a machine that could blast Nemesis into bits... however, they lack the resources and engineering skill to build such a thing. The Valley can only provide so much, both in terms of power and room for learning. Nemesis makes it quite difficult.

However, someday perhaps, Nemesis will be defeated, and Alton Towers may roam free again...

(Hi guys, hope you enjoyed the Nemesis lore post hehe. This is very much only the baseline, but gives enough to work with. Don't think I missed anything but hey I'm tired. Art is a sketched concept by yours truly. I am still learning how to draw the big girl hehe)