#THEY STOLE A SUBWAY TRAIN

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter finds out Tony has never had a slushie, and takes him on a poor person's pleasure tour of New York City. All the sketchy shops and terrible public transport Tony has been too privileged to experience. Peter finds it appalling he calls himself a New Yorker and has never been on the Subway

First stop slushies and slim Jim's—"oh I see it's like a frozen margarita, but with less of the fun stuff and more watermelon diabetes"

They take the F train, which Tony has always avoided because a) safety and b) has private drivers, a dozen cars, and money to spare. He is both alarmed and fascinated, and very, very disgusted

Almost falls over because he refuses to hold the poll and Peter has to catch him

Gets harassed for his ugly jacket which he replies "costs more than your shitty apartment rent"

Gets nearly robbed for said jacket

Comments on the bodega cat "is that sanitary?" which Peter replies "nope! Oh look they have cool ranch Doritos"

They visit the Statue of Liberty "Pete I've seen every angle of this lady including up her nose, it's called reckless driving of a rotorcraft" "but have you ever waited in line? Any line?" "..." "exactly! Now shhh I'm eavesdropping on the Portuguese family. I think their cousin Afonso stole Mariana's car to see his prison boyfriend" "... tell me more"

Peter buys Tony a New York tourist shirt as payback which he does wear but refuses to take a picture in (Peter sneaks one anyway)

They take lots of selfies (without the shirt or covering it with his jacket at Tony's insistence) and show them all to Pepper and Happy when they get home

They eat hotdogs for lunch which Tony has had before but Peter insists it's part of the experience. "Not as good as a cheeseburger, better than the aloo gobhi Pepper made last night. Don't tell her I said that"

End up witnessing a man threatening an old lady at an ATM but before Peter can go change into his suit Tony has walked up to the guy and punched him in the face

Tony riding home on the Subway with a cup of ice water held to his purple knuckles wearing an 'I ❤️ NY' shirt looking very grumpy to be sitting on the filthy seat (Peter takes another picture and sends it to the Avengers group chat. Clint gets it framed)

"So what did you think!" "I think I'm going to have you wash your hands every time you step into my building. I also think you're going to come to Malibu with me next weekend." "Oh, why?" "To show you how I live. We'll need to get you a suit tailored ASAP, and I hope you have your learners permit." "Oh no."

[keisobe]

── ౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧)

・⸝⸝ some hobie brown headcanons where you’re the complete opposite of him + not completely proofread

notes. this was inspired by the anon who requested for “polar opposites” (i’m still working on that request TT). i’m a sucker for couples with different aesthetics because it reminds me of hachi and nana hshshddh ♡

you guys share an apartment together, and the contrast between your guy’s decor can be laughable. hobie has crumbled newspaper cutouts and band posters sprawled all over his walls— graffiti to roughen it up even more. while you had a dainty wallpaper with printed flowers, topped with assortments of neatly lined photos of you and hobie taken during your dates.

that’s why the living room in your apartment is completely bare. except for some framed photos of more cute memories and the dried flowers that hobie (stole) bought you on your first date. mostly, the trinkets you both own are scattered around the apartment.

hobie would be pouring cereal into a pink, bunny ceramic bowl. while you drink raspberry tea in a ridged mauve mug with the words ‘fuck capitalism’ written in hobie’s scratchy handwriting. and yes, you did take hobie to a pottery class as a cool date idea (he thought it was a cute idea too).

hobie always wears a copious amount of studded leather belts but also, your plush keychain(s) securely clipped onto his belt loops. hobie loves to show them off whenever he’s out with his bandmates— “ain’t it a lil’ cute? ‘s even got a lil’ blush on ‘s cheeks.” and that doesn’t limit him during his nightly patrols, he would get a few insults about having a ‘stupid toy’ on his belt, to which he would punch the daylights out of them and trap them in a thick layer of web.

you also proudly accessorize your bags with hobie’s handmade keychains. your favorite was a little replica of his guitar and a pink star that “represents you”. but because they are personally made, he would leave song lyrics and flirty comments written in the back of each keychain— marking the date when he gifted it to you.

going shopping with hobie was also lots of fun. there was a nearby boutique that you always shop at; selling exclusively skirts and dresses adorned with frills and bows, and hair accessories that are covered in pearls and ribbon (he honestly sticks out like a sore thumb but he couldn’t care less). hobie helps you pick out stuff, taking clothes off the rack and asking you to try it on. he compliments you every time you show off, giving you a little twirl and whispering a suggestive comment that makes you slap his chest. if you decide that you weren’t particularly fond of the outfit, hobie would go out of his way to put away said clothes back into its rack whilst having a good chat with the shop owners (they love him to bits).

one time, you decided it would be fun to wear some of his stuff. putting on a studded leather choker he left on his bedside table, you walked out with your chin held high and a grin so big. immediately, hobie felt like he combusted five times and went over to graze a hand over your leathered neck— “you’re an absolute looka’ babe.”

whenever you guys are out, he would always keep an eye out for your skirt. not in a weird way, but to make sure it doesn’t show private bits that would entertain creeps that would pass by. that’s why he would subconsciously linger his hand on your hips and he would always let you sit in the subway train, amusingly eyeing down at you drawing whilst he holds onto the upper railing— guarding you with his solid frame.

you’re a real sucker for british dating shows. it wasn’t like you believed in them, but found them heavily entertaining. hobie had always been fond of the things you like, even though they completely contrasted his personal aesthetic and interest. but he cannot, for the life of him, agree with dating shows. as you snuggled into him and share a fluffy blanket— watching the latest season of said dating show, he would cackle as he gives snarky comments at every moment and heavily criticize the whole concept of “making yourself look li’ a knob on the telly” (you sent him to his room afterwards, he apologized the morning after).

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[not-the-cheese]

one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

Part 1 |

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Bear hybrid

Synopsis: you were on your way to work, when suddenly a bear-hybrid sees you. The look in his eyes says everything you need to know. Not wanting to spend the rest of your life as someone’s possession, you bolt. Too bad he won’t let you get away a second time.

——

Ugh, another long day ahead of me.

You thought tiredly. The long shifts at the diner you worked at really took its toll on you. If you could, you’d quit. But free time wasn’t worth getting starved.

You sighed and stared down at the gum stuck on a trash can. There was a hint of pale pink on it, signaling the colour it was.

Gum sticking to practically every surface in the subway station wasn’t the only defects. There were plastic cups, cigarettes, paper towels and a lot more unidentified items scattered freely.

Frankly, it was disgusting. If the government spent less on hybrid establishment improvement and more on the condition of public spaces, the maybe it wouldn’t look like shit everywhere.

You felt like a shitty person for thinking such things, hybrids have endured thousands of things in the past and now with modern development, they can finally lead satisfactory lives.

However, the government have begun to focus all their attention to the welfare of hybrids and neglecting humans in the process. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that. Still, one couldn’t help what they felt.

It’s not like you disliked hybrids, yet you did not love them either. You were neutral in that department. There were still humans with the old views, but they weren’t as many anymore or they simply didn’t run around telling people since it wouldn’t be very well received. The biggest problem and maybe the only problem you had with hybrids were their mating culture.

Clearly, no one in the relationship had a choice(not that they complained) and suddenly you’re supposed to be together until you die.

And now that they’re allowed to mate with humans legally, there is little that can stop them from forcing their human partner from submitting to their will; living and accept them as a lifelong partner.

It was wrong to force someone into a relationship they clearly express they didn’t want, unfortunately the animal-hybrids did not care for unwanted courting and do what they want anyway.

You shuddered at the thought of being mates to one of those creatures. It must be hell. Especially if you already have a partner previous to meeting them.

The train arrived and you made an annoyed face at how crowded it was. What felt like hundreds of people were squeezed into one cart, rubbing against each other and breathing as one being, making it incredibly warm inside.

You grabbed a pole with your right hand, trying to steady yourself and also liking to have something solid ground you. You’ve seen way to many consequences of people not holding on to anything while standing.

It was uncomfortable. Arms and elbows poked you from all sides, and two teenagers were talking way beyond the proper volume in such a cramped space. You couldn’t wait to get off.

Suddenly, commotion stole your attention elsewhere. Sounds of irritated folk earned everyone’s stares. You heard men and women alike, complaining about movement and pushing.

“Hey, stop pushing me!”

“Don’t look at me, it’s someone else!”

“Alright, who is then?”

Angry remarks were thrown. Not that you could blame them. The uncomfortable ride paired with lack of oxygen were not suited for enjoyable time.

An apologetic voice exclaimed, “Sorry! I need to get through, it’s important. Sorry, didn’t mean to step on your toes!”

Eyes widening and mouth nearly falling wide open, you turn to see the biggest man you’ve ever seen! His form was easily towering above all others, making you think that he was part of the reason why the train cart was so crowded.

The ginormous man had dark brown hair reaching his broad shoulders, the locks were messy and thick, slightly falling in front of his eyes.

What stood out the most however wasn’t his unnatural size. It was the pair of two brown, rounded ears atop his head.

It instantly hit you. The inhuman height was because he wasn’t human at all. He was a hybrid. A bear one at that! One of the most dangerous hybrids there is. While they might not attack unless provoked or caught off guard, meeting one is definitely something most would avoid.

Your heart nearly beat out of your chest when the bear-man’s eyes connected with yours. They were an odd amber colour, you noticed.

Fuck! You shouldn’t have looked his way.

And like the dumbass wannabe-dead, something in your brain forces your gaze back up and you freeze. The look on his face when he sees you. The look. It was the look.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

This could not be happening. It was obvious what was happening. You’d heard about it. On TV. From friends. Seen it in real life. There was no way you could be someone’s mate. Not when you’d spent so many nights praying it wasn’t your fate, since you didn’t want to end up like those humans you’ve heard about.

Well now you knew why he was causing a disturbance on the train. It was to get to you. A hybrid can easily smell its mate hundreds of meters away. He must have smelt you the second you got on that train and gone searching for you.

A squeak escaped your lips as you saw him waving at you while attempting to close the distance. Of course it did not go fast because of all the people between you.

No. You refused to be chained down to some animal. You had to get out. And as if someone above heard you, you heard the train voice speak, “Station X.”

That was your station.

The hybrid seemed to have noticed someone was off, he observed your face before glancing at the approaching platform. Then it clicked in his head.

“No, wait!”

Too late. You were already bolting out the doors, listening to angry comments after you. You only had time to rush a hasted ‘sorry’ before making it on the platform. The man did not have the same luck.

“Don’t go! Please! Don’t leave! No. ”

He desperately tried to shove passed all the passengers to get to the doors, but there was no time left and the doors closed shut before he managed to reach within one meter of them. The wheels of the train were rolling the connected vehicles away.

You had no interest to stay and watch, though. You still had a job to go to and you couldn’t afford to be late, or else your boss would scold you fiercely again.

Half running and half jogging, you hurried to the diner while in deep thought. Had you lost him? Maybe, but probably not forever. As hybrid will stop at nothing to find their mate once they’ve entered their sights. Fuck. My. Life. The next station the train would stop at was a bit away, so perhaps you were lucky this time? If you were careful from now on and don’t go out as much, then you could possibly avoid being found. Also, your work place was somewhat far from the subway.

If you saved up a bit, then you could also by a scent masking spray to hide yourself further. Although it was risky to do that. Because hybrids need a fair chance of finding their mate, masking spray became forbidden after people started using it. So now the only place you can buy it is from shady markets or people who may or may not want to steal your kidneys. Besides all that, it was very costly too.

You dragged a hand through your hair and heaved a deep sigh. What were you going to do?

“Y/N stop daydreamin’ an get back ta work!” Your bosses yelled and slapped you on the back.

Massaging your shoulder you answered, “Sorry boss…”

The diner wasn’t too busy so you had no idea of why he tried to rush you. Sure, there were some customers here and there filling the tables, but you weren’t so understaffed that youd have to srint around like a maniac trying to get everyone’s orders.

Approaching a table with customers, you put on you employe smile, “Hello, what can I get for you today?”

The man looked at the menu an extra time to finalise his decision, “I’ll have the chicken pasta with sundries tomatoes and red wine, can we also order some garlic bread?”

“Yes,” you wrote down the dishes on your small notepad, “and you, ma’am?”

No answer.

“Ma’am?”

But she wasn’t paying any attention to you. It was as if you didn’t even exist, looking passed you like air with wide eyes. Finding this weird you turned back to her husband. Feeling your gaze he chuckled awkwardly.

“Honey? Aren’t you going to order?” She still didn’t respond which forced her husband to see whatever she was focusing so intently on.

It was then you realised they weren’t the only ones acting unusual. In fact, everyone inside the establishment had their eyes turned in the same direction. You swing around to witness the horror.

There, in the resturant entrance stood he. His form creating the illusion of the door being as insignificant as an ant. With heavy breath and droplets of sweat collecting on his forehead, you frantically whirling around until he noticed you.

Dropping your notepad and hand clasping over your mouth, you thought fuck, so I didn’t get rid of him?

Okay, even though it was kinda delusional to believe you could shake him off, you were surpsised he found you so fast. The hybrid wiped his eye and it was then you noted the redness surrounding them, an obvious sign of crying.

He stumbled forward, “There you are, I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to find you!”

Suddenly you were the centre of attention.

“W-what….?” Backing, you feigned ignorance.

“You saw me on the train earlier, I tried to stop you getting off but you took off without warning…” he hung his head in despair.

Yeah, guess why?

“You should leave..”

“Huh? No, I can’t g-“ the hybrid rushed.

“What’s goin’ on ‘ere?” The voice of your boss interrupted. With a deep scowl he paraded into the scene and crossed his arms in a defensive stance as soon as he laid eyes in the bear-man. “W-whatddya you want?” His gruff voice sounded unusually weak. “If there’s any trouble I’ll ‘ave ta call the cops, ya got me?” He said despite appearing like a newborn deer.

A bewildered expression crossed the tall man’s face, “No I’m not here to cause anything! I’m here for someone!” He explained while waving his arms. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect, the humans in the diner cowered lightly at the gesture and he instantly stopped. “Sorry…”

Your boss cleared his throat, “Alright. Who ya ‘ere for?” He’d make that person go with the scary man to make him leave as soon as possible. Not that he’d admit it, but he never liked those hybrid people. They just seemed unreliable it all. Nothing to be trusted. With their animal intincts present and sharp teeth, he couldn’t allow them to be in his resturant. He hadn’t the curious he to blatantly kick them out but he could at least give them what they wanted to make them lose interest as fast as possible.

The bear’s gaze searched yours and your boss put two and two together. “Oi, Y/N, come ‘ere. Someone’s looking for ya!” The man pulled your collar to drag you forward, earning a small frown from the hybrid but it vanished just as quickly.

You refused to look at him, keeping your attention to the floor and praying for him to go away. A rough hand carressed your cheek and you flinched and after hestitation it pulled away.

“Won’t mate look at me..?” A saddened voice said.

A twinge of guilt started brewing in your mind but you pushed it down. “I see this is new to you-being human and all, haha.” He tried to liven up the atmosphere. “Umm…you know what this is, though? Me seeing you and then following you here must be creepy, haha- but it’s not I promise! I just want to love you. Because we’re,” he giggled, “mates!” He happily sighed. “And you know what that is, right? If you don’t it’s fine, I’ll tell you. Being mates is loving someone no matter what, be it looks or personality nothing is important. Mates take care of each other, providing for your mate and making them happy is the best feeling in the world! There doesn’t exist anything that can compare!- not that I know that personally or anything since I haven’t had a mate before but I’ve heard from all my friends who have mates. Oh, I’m so jealous of them whenever I see them together with their mates doing fun things. Though it doesn’t really matter what you’re doing as long as it’s with your ma-“

“Please stop!” You yell, several customers flinch at your tone, not that you cared anymore. Having to listen to his constant talk about being mates had brought you over your boiling point. The man silenced at your exclamation. “Sorry, but I don’t give a shit about all this mate stuff or whatever- it doesn’t mean anything to me so please leave! I’m sorry that this isn’t what you want to hear but I have no interest in being your mate, not now, not ever.” You pointed at the door. “So go.”

The hybrid was stunned and stood quiet, appearing hurt. Then your boss promptly spoke, “Y/N, you showing speak to someone like that! Especially someone who loves you so much!”

“Huh?” What the hell was he going on about? He never cared for hybrids, certainly not their feelings. You’ve heard all those thing he said about them when he thought no one was listening.

“Clark.” The hybrid said and lowered his head.

“What?”

“My name- I apologise. I shouldn’t have barged in here expecting you to be chill about everything, I’m a fool. I’m just a stranger to you. The least I could do is tell you my name.” The apology sounded so sincere.

“No, it’s uh- fine..” you scratched your arm anxiously. Luckily he seems pretty nice and not someone who would just take their mate and go; it’s happened before. Perhaps you’ve got a chance?

“Oh come on Y/N! Give the poor fella a chance!”

You crash into the giant’s chest from the shove.

“He clearly loves you!

What the hell was he going on about?

Strange that the man was encouraging your reunion, you thought.

“Actually, since I’m so nice, why don’ I do ya a favour and let ya go? Someone like ya shouldn’t have to work in a place like this. This’a happy day!” Then he pointed at the beak room, “Get ya stuff and celebrate.”

“Excuse me-wha- let me go? As in I’m fired?” Your brain tried to comprehend what just happened and words fell out in unfinished sentences. Despite yourself, you fixed your eyes at Clark.

“Don’ worry he’ll be ‘ere when ya get back!” The rough man shooed you towards the break room.

Having no choice but to comply, you do as he wishes and abandons the scene, which might’ve been the best thing really, the continued staring of the present customers was starting to make you uncomfortable.

Glaring at your locker like it was the cause of your I’ll mood, you harshly ripped your jacket off the hook and stuffed some scattered items back in your bag. You could not believe it. Fired? You? You have been nothing but a good employee at the diner, even taking all the shit from the boss and not complaining once.

Through the small window in the door, you spot the cause of your troubles thoughts walking by. Angrily you grab his arm and pull him inside the room, a surprised noise leaving him.

“What the hell, why am I being laid off? I haven’t done anything.”

He expressed a long breath. “Sorry, but I can’t ‘ave some brute hangin ‘round here ‘cause of you, customer don’t like it and I won’t sacrifice my business for someone like you. Surely you understand.”

“He won’t hang around the diner, we’re not together! Besides, it not my fault!” You pleaded with him. You needed this job. Without it you’d definitely die in the end.

“Well, we both know he won’t leave so don’ make this any harder than it already is.” He said before leaving to do whatever shit he did instead of being a good manager.

Bullshit. It wasn’t hard at all. In fact, you bet he loved an recuse to get rid of you. He never liked you from the very beginning.

With despair, you left through the back door and as you listened to it close, you did not react to the loud bam of the heavy metal slam. Recalling at how you flinched the first time you went out the back, you clench your fist. How’re you gonna make it now? You doubted you had much savings in the bank.

Making your way to the station, blew passed you that there was still a bear waiting for you so he could properly introduce himself. He was in his own mind so much that he didn’t realise you’d already left until it was too late.

Good that he was born with a great sense of smell. How stupid of him not to consider your perspective in the beginning! Not to worry, he’ll make sure he doesn’t scare you off the next time. His species didn’t have the best reputation so he understood why you acted the way you did; it still hurt though.

The next time he’d just need to show you he wasn’t dangerous at all.

——

Sorry the ending sucked and was rushed. I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so it turned into this.

[rynwritesreid]

Hiii, may I ask a request? something like, taking a train trip with Reid, he doesn't want to hold the bar because of the germs, so he has to hold himself on reader or he would fall. they can be friends or a couple, whatever. Love your work, Thank uuuu!

This is probably the most in-character I have ever written about Spencer :) I really enjoyed this, thank you for the request 💕

Content: Germaphobe Spencer. I don’t think I’ve mentioned pronouns for reader.

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You and Spencer stood next to each other on the crowded subway station. You knew the train was going to be packed, and you’d be lucky to find a seat. It was these very moments you wished Spencer didn’t mind driving, or that you had learnt to drive.

 

You looked over to Spencer, whose face was contorted into disgust. His eyes scanning the platform, trying to see if there was a more spacious area, but no luck.

 

“Hey Spence, don’t worry the train will be here soon. I hate this as much as you.” You weren’t a germaphobe, but you didn’t enjoy crowded spaces and your job had made you hyper-aware, so every move somebody made you flinch.

 

Spencer only offered a small smile in return. Finally, over the noise of the crowd, you heard the rhythmic metallic clatter of the train wheels on the tracks. The crowd moved towards the edge of the platform, pushing you and Spencer closer together.

 

Once you were both on the train, you both looked up and down the carriage, trying to see if there were any available seats. You both let out a sigh when you realised you were going to have to stand the entire journey.

 

You reached your arm up to grab the bar, noticing Spencer’s arms remained by his side. His expression turned into one of mild horror as he eyed the seemingly germ-ridden handrail.

 

"Spence, it's just a bar," you teased, trying to ease the tension.

 

“It’s not just a bar. It’s a breeding ground for all kind of bacteria, I’d rather kiss every person on this train, then hold onto that.”

 

You let out a small giggle, thinking about Spencer walking up and down the carriage offering everyone a kiss. “I’m sure everyone would enjoy you kissing them, Spence.”

 

He just glared at you for a second, not even giving you a small smile.

 

“Spence, please just grab the railing, you’re going to fall if you don’t.”

 

“I’m not holding on to that bar.”

 

“Fine, but you’re going to fall into all these people, and I don’t think they’d enjoy that.” You warned with a smirk.

 

Spencer shot you a stubborn look but eventually sighed, realizing the inevitable. As the train lurched forward, he hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping an arm around you for support.

 

“There, happy?” he muttered; his cheeks slightly flushed.

 

“I’m always happy when you’re not going around kissing strangers.” you replied with a playful grin.

Spencer rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small chuckle. The train journey became a blend of amusing banter and shared glances, with Spencer still refusing to touch the bar. Instead, he clung to your arm as the train swayed, earning a few curious looks from other passengers.

 

As you both navigated the crowded carriage, Spencer's initial reluctance seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie in facing the subway chaos together. The train made its stops, passengers shuffled in and out, and Spencer's grip on your arm remained steadfast.

 

You stole a glance at him, noticing the genuine smile playing on his lips. "You know, Spence, I’m glad you’re a germaphobe, you’ve made this journey ten times more entertaining than it usually is.”

 

Spencer raised an eyebrow, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. "Well, I do have a knack for turning the mundane into the extraordinary."

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[transit-fag]

You gave me approval to post this (:

So I want to write a story revolving around the friendship of 6 queer people in New York

Here are their names:

Marion Lee

Sunny Dupont

Donovan Grace

Lucille Rose

Salinas Renne

Jean Domot

Here is a summary of the first Chapter :

The Story starts with Marion inviting Salinas to stay with her at her apartment in the Greenwich Village on his trip from Montreal. He is staying in New York to see their friend Sunny's theater show. After Marion picks Salinas up from Penn Station, they walk back to Marion's Apartment, stopping by a cafe that Marion works at and Marion picks up a Flyer for an arts show coming up as well as some coffee for the 2 of them. The 2 hang out for a day before Salinas finds a letter from Marion to Sunny where she admits to accidentally killing Jean. The day after he steals the letter, Marion and Salinas walk to Sunny's first theater show with a lead role, as they walk they discuss the art show coming up, Salinas is nervous during this, meanwhile as Sunny prepares for the show, he starts to talk to a man from a monastery on Staten Island promising an escape from his sinful lifestyle, sunny ignores the man and goes back to prepare for the show. When Sal and Marion arrive at the theater, Sal leaves the letter in Sunny's changing room. Sunny begins to read the letter after the show but the curtain call happens and he heads out to the lobby and spots Marion and Sal and decides to invite them to the cast's dinner at the diner near the theater. As he leaves he is held up by a reporter and tells Marion and Sal to go to the diner ahead of him. He heads back to his room to change, grabbing the letter and a gun before leaving. As they walk, Sunny reads over the letter again and again, eventually, they arrive at the diner and Sunny reads the letter one last time and approaches Marion about the letters contents, this leads to a fight between Salinas, Sunny and Marion about what happened, where it is revealed that Marion killed Jean and Salinas stole the letter, in anger about this, Marion takes the key to her apartment that she gave Sal back and storms out of the diner into the rain. Sal comes back to the apartment to find all his things are on the sidewalk. He calls up Marion who is smoking at the windowsill and tells her that he is truly sorry before walking back to the train station. Meanwhile Sunny stays at the diner and crys for a moment before running out and into a subway station, he is heading for Staten Island. As he waits on the subway platform, he listens to a small handheld radio and hears a familiar voice with a different name, the voice he hears is a radio DJ named Lucille, she is discussing the threatened execution of 2 revolutionaries and tells her audience to go and protest this crime, he turns off the radio and sits down on a bench in silence. At the diner sits a reporter at one of the empty booths, he gets up, asks where a pay phone is and calls up the papers in Boston

[almosthonest]

hey boppers with potential ocs! i've got something for you! write about how your oc got their gang name and/or got initiated into their gang (whether if be a gang you made up or in an already existing one from the movie/musical/game!) here's mine!

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And You Shall Be Reborn as Peart

His own drumsticks saved his life. Although, snapped in fours, he had other pairs. It was no worry. But, too bad, for those had been his favorite pair of drumsticks. Broken up on the ground, and he was maybe broken on the ground, too. Buried, bloodied after the battle he had with the fucking Turnbulls of all gangs. That Hector Lavoe looking motherfucker. He got him good. So good that he passed out on the way to the bar that he usually slept at.

Sawyer realized he wasn't there anymore when he woke up. Some light blinded him, and he already had the worst headache you could possibly imagine. When his vision finally kicked in, he realized that he's on someone else's turf instead of the place he's sleeping at.

"Aw, fuck, not again, man," he muttered to himself as he finally sat up.

"Hey! Hey guys, he's awake!"

Sawyer didn't even know where the source of the voice came from. He looked around. He didn't know where he was. Not until he peeped one of the vests. He recognized their colors almost right away. The Rogues.

Even though, he looked half dead, Sawyer had to look alive. The last thing he wanted was to show that he was confused. Or even worse, scared.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

"You're very straight to the point. Don't you wanna know who I am first?"

Sawyer didn't even have to ask. He knew immediately. He could identify almost all the leaders by heart. He shook his head. "I already know who you are, Luther."

"Oh, so you do your research."

"It's not research when people are actively talking about it," Sawyer told him.

"Oh. So you're an eavesdropper. Good to know," Luther said back, his other gang members laughing behind him.

Sawyer scrunched up his nose at the laughter. Immature. They don't take anything serious. That's what he observed. He also knew that they didn't fight fair. At least, from what he saw and heard.

Then, Luther practically threw something at him. He looked down. They're his broken drumsticks from earlier. Hazel eyes look up at Luther, his nose still scrunched up.

"You took on the Turnbulls with a pair of drumsticks. I say you've got good combat."

Sawyer raised an eyebrow. "Okay? And?"

"And? Is that how you talk to your new leader?" Luther grumbled.

"Dude, you're not my leader, I'm not even initiated," Sawyer told him, "and besides. I roll on my own. I don't need no gang."

Sawyer didn't need to be in one. He could hold his own. He had been doing it for years. Parents kicked him out when he was fifteen. He's been sleeping at the same bar since he was seventeen. He's a lot older, wiser, street wise. He's been on his own for years. He could handle more.

"No?"

"No. Three gangs have already asked me. Same answer every time. No," Sawyer told him, "besides, who the hell took me here anyway?"

"Don't worry about it," Luther grumbled, "god, you talk a lot."

"You're not really good at convincing me. What's in it for me? If I join?" Sawyer asked.

It was a question that he gave every gang, and every gang so far couldn't answer it. Wreaking Havoc was already something that Sawyer did on his own. And he didn't even do that, he just stole to survive.

"Well, what do you want?" Luther questioned.

"A new pair of drumsticks for one," Sawyer mumbled. It's sarcastic, as he had a few more pairs in the bag that he carried, "no, but seriously. The one thing I want is not to use the subway anymore. I hate trains."

"You're in luck. We have a hearse."

Sawyer looked up at him. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Luther answered, "it's why we have an advantage."

"So. When's the initiation?"

That was fast. But Sawyer would rather ride with a gang by hearse rather than on foot or subway. He never knew what trains to get on, he never knew what letters represented what. It made him feel stupid. And Sawyer? He hated feeling stupid.

"Right now," Luther answered, "you know the Furies?"

"Those mute dudes with the bats that only come out at night? Who rule near the West Side? Yeah, I've seen 'em," Sawyer told him, "why?"

"They've got somethin' of ours, we want it back. If you manage to steal what they took from us and get it back, you're in."

Sawyer scoffed. "That's it?"

"The Furies are no joke, man," said another guy. Sawyer had no idea who he was, and honestly he didn't even care.

"I know it."

"So, if you succeed, you're in. If not, you get to roam the streets on your own again," Luther told him, "so we have a deal or not?"

Sawyer ran a hand through his hair. It's gotten long and shaggy the past couple of years. All ten of them, really. He looked at the Rogues gang leader.

"Yeah, alright. We have a deal."

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Sawyer got it. Now he had to get out of there as soon as possible. He ran through the park, the Furies are after him. He ran through the park, though he was trapped. He scoped it out, see what he can use. Sawyer is surrounded, drumsticks in his hands, artifact in his bag. Whatever it was. He didn't fucking know. All he knew was that he had to get back to the hearse.

From swings to seesaw, Sawyer maneuvered quickly. More broken drumsticks, more bumps and bruises. Furies fell all over the park, the rest of them fled. Blood on the ground, even his own. Hair messed up, the Furies leaders chased him through the park until he got halfway through to the hearse.

More drumsticks are broken. Unfortunately, he's broken his last pair, and he's resorted to fists. Punch to the nose with one of the members, kick to another.

"They're down! C'mon!" One of the Rogues shouted.

Before he even goes back to the hearse, he spits in the Furies faces, blood from his mouth. He looked back, Cropsy staring, almost in awe, Luther in satisfaction. Sawyer quickly ran back to the hearse, he got in, and they sped off.

Sawyer took the item out of his own bag, placing it on the armrest. "There."

"You're good," Luther said, almost impressed.

The hearse is quiet. Sawyer is rubbing the blood from his nose. Maybe wearing white was a bad decision, especially since there was now so much blood on the sleeves. Bruised, bloodied. He didn't even know if it was worth it. Not until ...

"Peart."

Sawyer looked up. "What?"

"Peart," Luther repeated.

"Like, Neil Peart? The drummer from Rush?" Sawyer asked.

"Well, it fits. You kick ass with those drumsticks," Cropsy said back.

"And that's who you shall be," Luther added, "You shall be reborn as Peart."

[queerishly]

So, I had this dream…

I was taking the subway home from the late shift at work. My train was almost entirely deserted, save for a couple talking in hushed voices at the other end of the car. They occasionally glanced over at me, but they looked away if I met their eyes. Being visibly trans meant I was used to stares on the subway; I just kept my head down and my guard up.

As we left the last express station before a long, unbroken stretch of track, the couple went quiet. The tracks rattled and the lights flickered. The car was in near-total darkness for seconds at a time. Eventually, the train shot out of the tunnel and onto a bridge, the city lights casting the train in a soft, warm glow.

I looked over and saw that the couple had moved a few seats closer to me in the darkness. They were side by side, and the woman had a leg draped across the man’s lap. They held each other close, locked in a deep kiss. I quickly became flustered and looked away. I thought about what I should do. I could always duck between the cars if things escalated, but as I stole a few more glances their way, I found myself locked to my seat.

I stole a few more glances and saw things were escalating. The woman pulled her leg off the mans lap and slipped a hand under the waistband of his pants. He gasped and shut his eyes, and the woman looked over at me with a wicked grin. I couldn’t look away. She pulled her hand out and slipped her fingers into her lover’s mouth, then leaned in to whisper something into his ear. His eyes snapped open and met with mine.

The dream skipped ahead here, because the next thing I knew they were right next to me, one on either side. The woman raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for my answer. I felt myself nod. Another skip, and they were kissing me. The woman’s soft lips parted, her tongue parting mine, her sweet taste filling my mouth. The man planted kisses on my neck, making me sigh into the woman’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and slipped them under my shirt, my skin tingling at the bare contact.

Suddenly, the he withdrew his hands and pulled me back to lean against him. He turned my head back and kissed me, gently but with his hand still holding my head in place. The woman took her cue to escalate things further. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and I lifted my hips so she could pull them down, then my underwear. My dick sprang loose, and her mouth was on it in seconds. Unprepared for the sensation, I let out a moan and bucked my hips, leaning deeper into the man’s embrace as he played with my new, sensitive boobs.

The train shot back into the tunnel. Soon, we would be pulling into the station. At this hour, there was a chance no one would see us, but one can never be sure. Regardless, none of us showed any indication that we cared enough to stop until we’d finished what we started. The woman stood up and I shuddered, barely recovering from her onslaught of pleasure before the man moved his hand down to take over.

The woman stood there, draping herself from the handrail and watching her lover drive me to desperation. After that moment of fond appreciation, she pulled her own jeans down and freed her cock. The man reached out for it, gently pulling her forward and aiming the tip at my mouth. I opened it eagerly. I couldn’t wait to taste her, to please her the way she had just pleased me. I was so, so ready.

And then I woke up. My own subconscious is such a tease.

[royal-chandler]

HI my friend <3 so glad to have you here on tumblr now! May I offer a little ficlet prompt? 🥰 How about Alex "accidentally rescuing" a tiny black kitten from an abusive person on the subway (Halloween insanity?) after work, bringing it home to Henry and David. 🥺 (cue: diabetes for everyone 💗✨😌 bonus points if they're both soaked from the rain, Henry cooing about them and David thinking the kitten is for him)

Thank you for the prompt and just being generally awesome and lovely. Happy Friday and I hope you like this! ❤

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Despite the rain that’s mizzling with the promise to turn miserable above ground, a good portion of the subway station is busy with people costumed up and spookily dressed for the Halloween weekend. Chatting up their Friday shenanigans that no doubt consist of closing down bars, late night partying, and making out with strangers. Everything that had been Alex’s idea of a good ass celebration not too long ago. Now, cold in his suit and regretting that he didn’t mind Henry’s suggestion to check the weather report before leaving the house that morning, all Alex wants to do is curl under a throw blanket with his head in Henry’s lap and stuff himself with whatever candy that they don’t end up doling out to the neighborhood kids. There will be some leisurely groping tossed in because even though Alex is older, he’s not fucking ancient.

Alex is caught up in evening daydreams and staring ahead at the bright red ETA for his train home when he overhears it. 

Beyond his shoulder, loudly, some idiot is saying, “I go for a damn adult cat and this bitch is all that’s left. Had to deal with it though since I couldn’t find anything else in the city. The minute the clock strikes twelve though, Cinderella is out on her ass.”

Some other idiot cackles, “Dude.”

Alex turns and finds a huddle of teenagers some odd feet behind him, snickering in shitty Halloween get-ups that minimal effort has been put into. One guy stands out in particular, drably dressed in sagging jeans and a stained white tee with the words ‘I’M A DUMB BITCH BUM WITCH’ scratchily magic-markered across. A pointed hat sits on top of his curtain of hair and, locked in an uncaring grip, is an inky black kitten that can’t be more than a few weeks old. The sight sours Alex’s stomach and sets his blood to a fast and furious boil.

Annoyed, and powerless to stop himself even if he wanted to, Alex walks up to the troupe of assholes, getting out his wallet to root through and withdraw some cash. The snickers abruptly drop into a surprised silence when he corrupts their small circle, either out of recognition or due to his audacity, Alex doesn’t know or care. 

“What? Don’t shut the fuck up now,” Alex says, tone set to sarcasm. “You guys were almost to the very bottom of the shit barrel. Keep digging, why don’t you?”

“Listen—”

“Actually, you should absolutely shut the fuck up,” Alex tells one of them without gifting his full regard, pre-empting a spiel he has zero interest in. He addresses the one who holds the kitten captive to his chest and offers out a few bills. “You interested in making some easy money? Because I’m gonna hazard a guess that you got her for free, right? So how about you sell her to me for fifty bucks. That way when you share this story—if you’re stupid enough to confirm to the world what a clown you are—you can’t tell anyone that I stole your pet.”

The guy stares at him, akin to a gasping fish. Confused, he choppily asks, “Wh—what? What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know how to be any more clear. I said I will pay you fifty dollars for that cat you’re planning to get rid of.”

The kid notices that they’re being scrutinized by more than just his friends, that phones have non-discreetly pivoted toward them. Awkwardly, he hands the kitten over. “Uh, okay, sure.”

Alex takes the kitten and cradles her close. She’s incredibly soft and warm, a curled up little scoop of fluff with barely there whiskers, yellow-green eyes the size of saucers, and a fleet heartbeat in the palm of Alex’s hand. Alex smooths two fingers over her head and she settles against him with an endearing and content purr. Alex breaks his gaze from her to consider the teen one last time, leveling him with an energy Alex typically reserves for his parents’ political rivals and vulturous journalists.

“And here's some parting advice that also won’t cost you a damn thing: the next time you decide you want to use an animal for a prop, don’t think of the handout you just got. Instead, you might want to consider that the next someone probably won’t be as generous as me and will go with my first instinct to punch you in your stupid, ignorant face.”

With that, Alex takes the kitten back with him to the platform, then to a seat on the departing Q Line and up the stairwell to the streets of Brooklyn. There, they instantly cross into a silver downpour that’s coming in sideways. Meowing, she melts in his hands—her fur sparkling with specks of wet stardust before flattening under the heavy drops—before Alex manages to get her ushered inside his rapidly dampening jacket. 

It’s typically a five minute walk to the brownstone and the pavement shines like black glass that could ease the way of ice skates but still Alex is able to cut the time in half. With the kitten tucked at his side, wiggling and pawing, he runs. On his route, he has near misses with passersby who don’t become visible until they’re silhouettes in front of him because, along with an umbrella, he’d also neglected to grab his new glasses.

So, of course, his fucking wonderful fiancé has a towel and his glasses case on standby when Alex arrives, David barking around his feet with a whipping tail. 

Soaked to the bone and dripping water on their  floor, Alex sighs, “You’re a godsend. I’m forever thankful for everything that you are.”

“Then why do you insist on desecrating the foyer?” Henry asks teasingly, humming. He shakes his head as he slips the glasses on to Alex’s face, his smile sharpening as Alex’s vision corrects to twenty-twenty. 

“I brought a gift that will hopefully make up for it,” Alex shares with him. “I think David’s already sniffed her out. He’s a fucking boy genius.”

“Her?” Henry questions, pouting and his brow furrowed. 

Alex lifts the opening of his jacket and brings out the kitten, not dry but not drowned either so he’ll count that as a win. 

Henry takes her immediately and bundles her up in the towel meant for Alex, her tiny face peeking out of a ridiculously overlarge and lumpy Turkish cotton burrito. He coos over her, pressing his lips against her ear in a tender kiss and lightly scrubbing her with the towel—easily opening his heart to her. She already looks at home in his arms, her eyes closing peacefully under the attention. “Oh, little love, where did you come from?”

“The subway station,” Alex answers, mouth downturned, still harboring embers of irritation. “Some asshole was using her for an accessory. A familiar for a witch’s costume, I think? I don’t know. Doesn’t really matter. He was a piece of shit and wanted to abandon her because she wasn’t a good enough attachment piece. Like at night, to be on her own. I couldn’t leave her with him. You might read about it online tomorrow.”

“What? That’s horrific. Why would anyone—obviously, you did the right thing, Alex.” Wearing an admiration that’s lit up with kindness, Henry continues with conviction, “Same as you always do. I couldn’t be more proud of you, sweetheart.”

Smitten, feeling like he’s come out of the rain and into a toasty sunbeam, Alex shrugs. He murmurs, “Just conducting my civic duty.”

Henry peers at him, his doubt transparent. He leans in and stamps a loving kiss to Alex’s mouth. He tells Alex, “Not everyone would have stood up the way you did. I surely doubt that the station was scarce or empty aside from you and that asshole. You chose to step in when you saw an atrocious wrong being committed. You’re a good man, Alex Claremont-Diaz. I’m glad for it and I’m sure this lovebug is as well.”

And then David starts to chime in, barking again with his paws antsy on the floor and his attention bouncing from Alex to Henry and back to Alex.

“See? David agrees with and, like you previously stated, he's a genius,” Henry says with a small laugh, maneuvering out of Alex’s airspace to better let David in between them.

“Oh yeah, is that so? Thanks, Davey, I appreciate it,” Alex says, squatting and dispensing playful rubs and scratches. He laughs when David enthusiastically licks under and over his chin. “I missed you, too. I’d hug you so hard right now if I wasn’t freezing my ass off. Don’t want you to get cold, too. How do you feel about being a big brother, huh? Would you like that? I think you’d rock it, bubba.”

“Happy that we’re in agreement that she'll be sticking around.”

“No question about it, baby.”

“Okay, I’ll make an Uber order and have some essentials delivered for her—kitty litter, a bed, some food. I can’t really tell if she’s too young for solids but I’ll send off a picture to Bea and see what she thinks. I’ll order both formula and food to be safe. There’s milk in the fridge but I’d rather we get it from the pet store.” Henry unpeels the towel from around the kitten and she acts like she can spider up Henry’s front when he holds her to him, her precious petite paws clumsily spreading over his heart. After a moment, Henry looks up at Alex. “In the meanwhile, you should head up and get under a hot spray, get warm.” 

Alex is hard-pressed to leave the scene but he nods and shrugs off his clinging suit jacket. He takes the used towel from Henry and combines the two together in his hands. “Sounds like a game plan.”

After a shower, and dinner for all four of them, the night is nearly identical to how Alex imagined it. He and Henry are sprawled on the couch in front of the fireplace and they trade kisses that are tinted with caramel and chocolate and occasionally interrupted by their ringing doorbell. 

“Check them out,” Henry says quietly from under Alex where he’s rubbing feel-good circles on Alex’s back with one hand and combing through Alex’s hair with the other.

Alex lifts his head to see that David has left his dog bed in favor of the space right next to the kitten’s. He’s hunkered down at her side and every single time that David pokes her gently with his nose like she's a play toy, she meows big and wide. When he’s done, she’ll then blink slowly at him, waiting until he does it again. It goes on this way for minutes.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking cute,” Alex comments.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more adorable in my life,” Henry says.

“I can’t reach my phone.”

“I don’t care to find mine.”

“We’ll just get ‘em next time,” Alex decides.

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Eventually, they’ll of course name her (Ziggy) Stardust to go along with David (Bowie.)

I hope I used a correct subway line from Midtown to Brooklyn. If I didn't, feel free to correct me! I did google but I may be mistaken.

[spaghett-onaplate]

gods dude i miss living in australia ahdaskfjsdg like i loved going grocery shopping in woolworths. like i think we used to go twice a week or so? and that period of time was one of the very few times i would happily eat veggies. like i was chomping on a carrot or two the entire time. and like i think i loved my 3 months in australia bc while it wasnt a vacation (bc we were supposed to live there for like 4 years but came back be of complications w my dads job) i still didnt ahve school and i used to go to the park daily and run around and/or play cricket and there were so many birb!!!! i fucking love magpies even tho they were a pain in the arse and we used to all around the city exploring and omg i loved opal asdnsjfsdkfj I STILL HAVE MY FUCKING CARD LMAOOO i loved the trains man. they were so cool. ooh and i remember when i had my first bagel lmao and a seagull stole my brothers asdh aksfj. fun fucking times man i love being nostalgic about those few months they were amazing. like probably the best few days of my life i could talk about it for ages actually

sappho awww firstly thank you for popping in my inbox I love hearing from you!!! and secondly I was thinking about this sort of topic on a rare and ponderous walk I went on just half an hour ago. like I've lived in this same house for three years and vaguely same area for my whole life and yet there are streets i've never walked down?? It's all kinda mundane and ordinary to me? and I was just walking through these backstreets and thinking if I have no appreciation for this area and my life here I will have no appreciation for anything. I was walking around imagining a post-apocalypse type scenario like yeah I would travel around and walk through streets like this. But lol in general just trying to appreciate the familiar and the mundane. So perfect timing for this ask!! it's sweet and interesting to hear about how such a normal place for me is a beautiful memory for you, I will take care to appreciate my opal card every time I take the bus and train to school. it's a shame you couldn't have stayed here longer!! it's possible we could have crossed paths or that we even did! do you think you would come back in the future? a lot of my early cheerful memories involve a park and birds too :) as you may have seen I briefly talked about in tags recently? right now my dad keeps getting woken by bird wars at 4am, bc cuckoos are moving in to the area and they kick other birds' eggs out of their nests. and a few days ago my mum was woken by the noise of a brush-tailed possum (I think they're called that?) a horrifying screech which I will include a youtube link for. and re: veggies I think Australia is in a fairly unique and privileged position as the producer + customer of good produce. like most of the places that produce the best stuff don't even get to enjoy them? like Brazil and Ecuador and their coffee beans. that's a whole nother discussion about the global north/south ig but yeah like thats something I take for granted. exploring the city is soso nice I never get sick of it, one friend and I often end up wandering around the CBD when we hang out :) i went on a walk all around sydney harbour with another friend, and I've only walked across the harbour bridge once lol by myself. the magpies and seagulls!! man!! love magpies and everyone has a funny story of being absolutely divebombed in spring by them. one time my friend and I got sandwiches from the Subway that's at a circular quay wharf, if yoy rmemeber that station? Right near the opera house? anyways her sandwich fell and the toppings were gobbled up by seagulls in just a few seconds. Rip to your brother's bagel :'( I don't have bagels often but I love them. ooh also on the topic of opal cards/public transport -- the Sydney Metro! they've got this cool driverless speedy new train line and they're expanding it by revamping some existing train lines. and lightrail expansion too! so when you come back you can zip around the city in style. anyways in your honour I will move through the city with much appreciation for all the mundane things, and I hope you get to visit again sometime :))

[centrifugal-apotheosis]

//ooc: old IP thread I did with @still-capricious, @the-poke-virus and @i-am-3mm3t

Shortly after Top Man's escapade with the Nymble, he returns home, knocking on Virus's door. she opens with a big grin on her face.

hi Toppy ･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+ welcome home ( ^ω^ ) how was the terrorism?

Groovy to the max! Say Virus, ya ready for that important mission I mentioned? (the others can catch up dw)

the train heist

she looks worried for a second, before perking up again

Yes! ((o(^∇^)o))

Then let's cruise!

but on their way out, at the teleporter, they notice a different person has joined their band

WhAtChA dOiN AH! ("°O°)

Letting Virus finally drive the train of her dreams. Wanna come?

LeZ dO iT okay ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

turns out, to Virus's surprise, the Unova Door leads to an infrequently used train platform - that leads right to Gear Station (on one end of the corridor it opens into)! That was easy!

ahh, the memories. just yesterday I was piloting Viper's body to rummage through these tunnels for my sister's shards for my grand [UNALIVE] scheme Oh YeAh WoNdErLaNd. ThAt WaS fUn. We StOlE a TrEaSuRe ChEsT fRoM a ClOcK, aNd ThEn

Top Man cues at Gamzee for him to shut it

Oh... SoRrY

ANYWAY, once we hit the end of that tunnel we should have a clear view of all the trains. "Redips"'s briefing said to "let [the digital girl-thing] pick it out" so that's what we're doin

Virus gets excited and runs ahead. Top Man's wheels are good for keeping pace with excited Virus's. The Homesuck man is surprisingly fast. Somehow, instead of being met with an empty trainyard, they are met with a trainyard with One 👆 Subway Boss inside it. Both sets of arms are folded neatly behind a white coat, and the usual smile is there, sharp and shadowed. With the lights this dim, only one eye visible, sparking with Electricity, and it is fixed directly on Virus. She pauses in fear, absolutely paralyzed

"You are still banned from Gear Station."

Can it jive turkey! Virus grab your fave! Gamzee cover us!

o7

Virus is too paralyzed with fear. Emmet's eye narrows, and one hand lifts to flick the brim of the white hat upwards. The smile stays, and for a split second, the Subway Boss almost seems to be glowing, light reflecting harshly off the white coat and red stripes. As it fades, the entire trio feels something - a LOT of somethings - crawling up their bodies and draining the electricity all of them hold. A Joltik hoard does not come without training, and breaking the rules does not come without consequences. A Top Spin gets these off of Top Man easily. They take longer to remove from the troll. Well that's one way to get nocked back into reality. Virus eats a Joltik that comes close to her mouth. Top Man grabs Virus and puts her on his head.

Just think about your favorite train and send it to me I'll get us there!

w-we can't [FOLLOW THE RULES] [EVERYBODY SMILE] [STAY BEHIND THE LINE]

AY! Can't stop the Top, remember? And you... SCRAMBLE THUNDER! RE-ENERGIZE!

Top Man's color shifts, and he shoots lightning everywhere, trying to panic the joltik with an over-feeding

[CAN'T STOP THE TOP]...

she focuses, and points out one of the trains

that one

10-4!

back to Top Spin, he spins toward it

Dodge bullets when I'm spinning!

...new plans are just beginning...

The thunder hits! Quite a few of the Joltik break off and skitter away, forgetting any commands that were issued, but Emmet himself... continues not moving. At least until Virus points at a train, and then he calmly walks over to it. If Top gets too close before he reaches, well-

Discharge.

A mere snap of the fingers overloads Top Man with too much electricity to handle. The discharge hits Virus as well, thanks to the piggyback ride she's currently receiving.

Scrap, I really don't want to have to bring that out, but

Without warning Gamzee opens the doors and throws them all inside. It's like this trolls made of rubber or something. It seems like this finally gets Emmet to show any front other than calm security guard, because all four arms fling out to cling to the train against the sudden movement before she finds herself restrained by Homestuck.

Ya HaVe A mOmEnT tO tAlK aBoUt MiRaClEs?

Ok you're up

w-what?

Get this hunk o junk movin girl!

a-alright

Don't you dare

As Virus heads to the control room of the train Emmet nearly growls, smile twitching into something less, something violent. He doesn't need to move, because lightning starts pealing off of him and striking nearly everything in the room. The train itself is charged and barely able to be touched. There's so much, it's blinding. Virus falls to her knees, stopped in her tracks. Gamzee turns Emmet away as Top dips into his Sub-Tank to heal Virus

This should do. I got more where that came from

t-thank you

Very suddenly, Gamzee is slammed directly in the diaphragm by an elbow that really shouldn't prickle that much. Damn Joltik fuzz. You know when you fall and can't breathe for a few moments because you got hit in the gut? That's what happens when you get hit in the diaphragm. Emmet escapes easy and dashes for Virus, arms out to grab her and throw her right out of the station.

Get drivin. I'll see if I can find that Reverse Thunder FM- NOPE!

Emmet gets a face full of wheel, and then a Chill Spike barrier goes up. Virus makes it to the control room unharmed, her eyes light up as she finally sees all those switches and buttons in person. In this moment, nothing matters. It doesn't matter who Emmet is or their past together, fuck Emmet for all Virus cares. This is the moment she was created for. Top Man also enters, and blocks the door with his heavy metal body. She turns back to TopMan giving the biggest fanged grin of her life.

ready （╹◡╹）

Gogogogogo

Emmet somehow lands on his feet, and goes to tackle Top Man, firing off another bout of lightning. It seems to be getting weaker, but the fact that he's trying his damndest to tear into the robot with his bare hands overrides that a little.

LEAVE. GET OUT. THAT IS NOT YOURS.

Gamzee is back up, barely

ThAt WaSn'T vErY mIrAcLeS oF yOu

Virus fires a Gemini Laser directly at Emmet's face, her eyes have gone pitch black

YOUR ENEMY IS ME, LEAVE HIM ALONE

She fires up the train. We are now in motion people. Emmet's smacked head-on and knocked away just as the train starts moving.

[FULL STEAM AHEAD]!!! [ALL ABOOOOAAARD]!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! YEAH BABY!

HoOoOoOoNk

THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!

Emmet scrambles back up to his feet and starts booking it, despite knowing full well that he can't catch up to a train, because it's a TRAIN. He still doesn't want Virus to win. She puts the petal to the metal and drives faster. Gamzee's still grabbing Emmet when his eyes grow wide and he stiffens, and suddenly turns and runs away full sprint still holding Emmet, only putting her down when they're back at the main Station and then running off down an infrequently used tunnel. Emmet fucking SCREECHES as he's dragged away, completely helpless to stop the theft from his own station. If he had any sort of chance before, it's gone now, but he does make sure to through an extra-strong Discharge at Gamzee as the juggalo flees. Suddenly, a voice in her head.

Let them go, Emily

He freezes for a minute, just a minute, but it's more than enough. Gamzee is gone, Virus is gone, his train is gone... That's it.

They don't know it yet, but they have an important task to do with that train. Thank you for letting it go. Now a great multitude of people on my world can have hope. Again, thank you, Emily. You have done my world a great service

She scowls, but stays where she is. She has to figure out where she is, actually, and then get back to the main office, and file the goddamn paperwork that comes with this, and get pictures of those three so they can go on her Banned From Gear Station board- there's a lot to do.

It's made just a little better by the name that isn't hers, yet.

Luckily it looks like she's right by the main entrance. Easy enough. Now to figure out all that other nonsense... and this new voice in her head (thank goodness this one seems more orderly than other voices, and not permanent)

…is everything ok?

She sighs, and starts walking off to where she needs to be. The air of discontent that she radiates, despite the smile once again stuck on her face, is enough for people to clear a path. The office door just barely doesn't slam as she closes it.

Quiet

...as you wish. The others are nearing position anyways

the voice fades. Em hums. There's not much else to say about the boring job that ensues.

[leggerefiore]

Sooo I’ve been thinking nonstop about our twin train boys being /super soft house husbos/ like pls

def did something like this for ingo but nothing like turning him into a malewife

cw: fluff,

▲Househusband Subway Bosses▽

▲Ingo▼

● He's ever so doting. All he wants to do is take care of someone or something, so this aligns with his wants perfectly. (He still needs trains involved somehow, though.) It would probably be a short-lived experience during some time off for an injury, but he would adore the time spent getting to be a househusband. Ingo had quite literally been practising since childhood. Emmet could confirm how annoying his brother could get about making sure he ate and demanding he slow down with his training.

● His focus lies on making sure the apartment is well taken care of and an easy place to unwind. You return home to a scent of a hearty meal wafting around the apartment. Ingo peers out from the kitchen in a slightly stained Litwick print apron. His eyes light up brightly. “Ah, welcome home, dearest! Our dinner is almost ready,” he speaks with an eager tone, “… I was trying something new, so please try it.” He really adores knowing that he is able to help nourish you. There is an obvious smugness on his face as he watches you enjoy his food.

● He really does stay on top of chores, sticking to a strict schedule. Ingo likes an organised plan for things and sticks to it intimately. You can predict what does laundry is done with ease. He often talks to you about what he did while smiling. It is clear he takes these tasks seriously. When you thank him or praise his work, his happiness is plain as day.

● You find yourself laughing when he starts bickering with your building's housewives about the prices of groceries and lack of certain ingredients. They obviously know who he is but seeing him just like them is clearly astounding to them. You joke about him having them over to play a game of bridge. He gave you a look about that and made you burst into laughter.

● He becomes obsessed with preparing you lunches. You are asked what you would like after dinner, and he proceeds to go mad making sure you have the requested item. People will look on in envy at your perfect lunch with a sweet love note tucked inside from him. Even the person who stole your lunch once felt bad when reading Ingo's flowery tangents about how he loved you. They hand it back to you in shame. Calling Ingo about it results in him declaring that he will bring you another one.

● Emmet visits you two and is clearly between laughing and crying that his brother is wandering around in an apron. He was wondering when his brother was going to return to work and sighed at the sight of his brother fully devoting himself to the art of caring for home. Ingo was obviously completely in love with his new turn in life. He does politely ask that Ingo still manage the paperwork and PA system, however, if this change must happen. Ingo agrees.

● He adores spending the evenings in with you, helping you unwind after a long day of work. A bath or shower is for you, he cuddles with you, and then he falls into endless compliments and adorations falling from his mouth. He presses kisses across your face and tries to make you smile. Overall, he tries his hardest to make you happy and keep a schedule.

▽Emmet△

○ Not a good househusband. He nearly burns the house down when he cooks and then cleans, confusingly. Though, he is trying his best. This likely also happened due to an accident making him take time off. His spiders are elated he is spending more time with them, too. Emmet is not much for doing home care activities outside of some light cleaning due to being a neat freak. Ingo usually took care of their laundry and cooking growing up, and before he moved in with you, so it was not something he was accustomed to.

○ You quite often come home to take-out dinners or him being taught a recipe by Ingo (who is monitoring him closely). He smiles and greets you with a tight hug and kiss. A coo leaves him with a “Welcome home” before he draws you to the table to sit with him. Ingo may join if he's there, just to double-check his brother truly made something edible or not. You will likely have a laugh if Ingo ends up gagging. Emmet will just sigh over another failed dish. You can only reassure him it's the thought that matters.

○ Chores are done somewhat routinely, but if he suddenly sees a basket toppling over with laundry or a full trash can, they will be worked on. You just watch him bravely call his older brother and ask how much detergent to use, and Ingo audibly sigh over the call. He then adds exactly what his brother's recommended. The house is kept verrry clean, but Ingo is called often. Complimenting him results in a prideful yet somehow sheepish smile. He adores being thanked and appreciated for his actions.

○ Emmet feels challenged when a young married couple's wife brought over some of their dinner that they made extra of on accident. He takes it with a sweet smile and polite thank you, but you can see the fire burning in his eyes. Ingo is over the next evening to help him make a large meal, so he can take it over to the couple's place. You laugh as he stands in the hallway, politely offering them the food in his messy Joltik apron. They take and have a polite laugh with one another. You sigh as you realise Emmet has found yet another thing to be competitive over.

○ Emmet tries to make lunches. They never end out the best, but he tries. He also writes a note at Ingo's behest, but they end up odd and strange. The younger twin was never the best at expressing his feelings in word. At least the sandwich he put together in a panic minutes before you had to leave for work tastes nice. He's just deeply embarrassed by how it looks. No one at least tries to take your lunch. They fear it. The love Emmet packed into it is impossible for them to receive. Sometimes a Joltik sneaks in, too. They guard the precious meal.

○ Ingo starts to feel like a mother-in-law visiting to make sure her daughter being a good housewife, with how he visits Emmet to make sure he has not accidentally poisoned you with his failure of cooking. They bicker about assorted things, but you can tell Ingo is just disappointed with his shortcomings out house care. When the topic comes up about his return to work, you feel a bit sad but knew it was coming. Emmet is ecstatic to return to his trains and battling, and Ingo clearly appreciates the help from having his brother around. (Emmet later reassures you that is going to keep helping with the chores. Ingo threatened him.)

○ The experience as a househusband, he finds, was helpful to his maturity as a person. He expects when he returns to the work, the image of him as an immature and childish man will disappear with how he has grown. The time spent taking care of the home has taught him a lot, but he does admit he will miss the evenings spent cuddling together while watching a show together and how he was able to dote on you through the night. You might be a little sad for things to return as they were, but, truly, the saddest to see him go are his Joltiks. Their little cries as he heads out the door in his uniform nearly kill you both.

[olliethescribe]

Here’s a one-shot for @themagicbrew ‘s RotTMNT AU where Doug, Hypno’s previous magical assistant, is very much alive! He is taken in by the Earth Protection Force (E.P.F). From there he’s trained in their ways and becomes an agent in training: Agent Deacon 💖 Please check it out, you can find it here!

Without further ado, enjoy!

Caínid: Hypno visits Doug’s grave, going down memory lane. Agent Deacon keeps an eye on things.

There was something in the way Hypno carried himself that let Warren know that day had come. The slumped shoulders, the slicked-back hair that seemed to frizz out at the ends, the eye bags. So the worm waved his partner goodbye at the door and wished him well, shoving aside plans for future crimes in favor of a grocery list for dinner. Something nice. Anything to lessen the blow of mourning a friend. 

—

Hypno carefully made his way through midtown and to the subway, dodging and weaving between New Yorkers that barely seemed to mind him. There’d been weirder sights in the city, especially after that near end of the world incident that he totally didn’t have anything to do with. Totally. No, he was just a guy trying his best to make it to Brooklyn along with everyone else on the R train. 

Twenty minutes and several uncomfortable stares later, the magician found himself standing at the entrance to Greenwood Cemetery. The massive iron wrought gates were pulled back, the entrance lined with poppy flowers that he discreetly nicked a handful of on his way in. And up the hill and past the guard, beyond the pond littered with lily pads and mallard ducks, and just below the road of mausoleums, was the marker of a small grave. 

It was well-kept, visited often in Hypno’s free time. The same old photographs of his beloved assistant adorned the headstone, laminated to protect them from rain damage. He had tried to grow a watermelon patch around the area, something to spruce the place up even further and keep it hidden from sight, but had no such luck. So he settled for magical bouquets that never seemed to die and a memorial bench that could hold the weight of an adult hippo (complete with intricate carvings accurate in detail to his old friend on the arm rests). And upon said bench he sat as he looked down upon the headstone of the best magical assistant he ever could’ve wished for. 

“Kia Ora… It’s been- I know what day it is…” The first words out always felt a little awkward, a clunkiness of syllables that tore up his tongue. But no one was around to listen to him stumble; made things easier. 

“Been missing ya something fierce lately. What’s it been?” He raised his gloved hand up and began to count on his fingers. “Three, no, four years since I lost ya. Would’ve saved you if I could, Dougie-wougie. You know I would. And I tried, oh how I tried.” 

The magician reached for his phone, pulling up articles of research that he’d done on long nights, especially after museum heists. 

“Those turtles foiled plenty of my plans, but I still managed to get my hands on an amulet of necromancy.” He smiled slightly before he sighed, expression soured. “Just wish it worked. Stole a bloody dud.” 

Hypno leaned back in his seat, eyes to the clouds and ears to the trees behind him. Only sunshine and silence. There’d be better times to be upset. No, no, it was time for healing, to celebrate the good. 

“But enough about that.” He looked back down at the grave of his friend with a smile. “Got some brilliant news, you’re gonna love this. Wait for it, wait for it… finally got married! Was telling ya about my Warren last time, and well, he said yes!” 

He grinned, thumbing over his wedding ring as the sterling silver band set with a bright red ruby glistened in the daylight. It was absolutely stolen, snatched from some antique store, not like he minded. 

“You would’ve loved it. The wedding, I mean.” Hypno pulled out a handkerchief from a near-endless supply in his breast pocket, dabbing at his eyes. 

“You always were the life of the party, my multi-talented companion. Warren would’ve loved you, too. Said he wanted to be here today but there was a…” The magician trailed off, trying to remember what his husband said. “Oh, yes, right. He had a scheduling conflict. Every time those pop up I come home to a nice dinner so…” 

The sentence lingered in the air, unfinished as the monologue hung. Hypno shifted in his seat, not quite uncomfortable as much as he needed time to think. Oh, what to say… 

“I still see you in everything. Drives me batty, e’ry now n’ then.” Another monumental sigh escaped his lips as the bench groaned underneath him. 

“Sometimes I swear I can see ya just in the corners of my vision, off in the shadows of buildings or hiding behind street lamps. Warren must think I’m cracking up with all the times I stop and turn ‘round. He doesn’t say it but he thinks it, I know he does.”

Hypno’s ears flicked up as a rustle came from the tree-line behind him, turning in his seat to catch a glimpse of whatever could be out there. He scanned the area as he heard another crunch of leaves, not quite fussed enough to pull out his razor rings but keeping them at the ready just in case. A figure moved rapidly out of the shadows.

It was a mourning dove. 

They were common in the area, especially abundant in late spring to early fall. The magician smiled slightly at his newfound feathered companion and tossed some bird seed its way. 

“Maybe I’m just paranoid.” He turned back to Doug’s grave and pat the stone, slightly cold despite its placement in the sun. “Maybe I miss you too much for my own good.” 

There was another shuffle among the trees that he opted to ignore, not wiling to jump at every bird or creature that bothered crossing his path. It seemed to be closer before stopping suddenly. He shook it off. 

“I still remember the day I got ya. Some bloke had set up shop behind my show in South Africa during my first world tour. So he beckons me over, had a machete strapped to his side, and I was properly convinced that it’d spell me doom. Was gonna jet before I carked it, but then I saw you.” 

A sad smile took residence on Hypno’s face, his eyes pointing ahead yet his gaze was far far away. 

“You were so… small. Pretty sure they poached ya mum and took you when you were a wee thing out of pity.” Hypno began to fidget with his jacket buttons absentmindedly. “Said I could have ya for fifty bucks. And I said it was the deal of a lifetime.” 

“I had just been in the market for a magical assistant, really. Rabbits and doves are classics, and I had plenty, but everybody needs a show stopper! And then you came into my life. Oh, Dougie, you lit up any room you entered.” 

His mind wandered off to a better time, relaying events aloud as they passed through his thoughts. How Doug used to nibble on his suit in the early days, and then the days where the little hippo wouldn’t stop biting things, and Doug’s first on-stage performance when the tour made it to London. Then there was-

“I wanted to skip Australia. Aussies are terrifying, there’s spiders everywhere, and I’ve never been one for deserts. But you never would’ve seen it if we hadn’t gone.” 

“There was a heatwave. Because of course God’s sandbox of forgotten nightmare creatures needed yet another thing to make it even more unpleasant.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice, a cutting edge to his words as they lacerated his tongue. 

“First performance of the night was going well enough. You did an excellent job, by the way, my little biscuit.” Hypno pulled a poppy from his pocket and placed it beside Doug’s final resting spot; flowers for his star performer. “But things broke down as the show wore on. One moment it’s all fine and then…”

“You fainted. At least we all thought it was just that ‘til some lass checked your pulse. There… there weren’t any vets that could take you in Queensland. The closest was in New Zealand… Gisborne… home…” Hypno drummed his fingers on his lap, stuck in the moment. 

“Doubt I’ll ever forget the wait. Fifteen hours you were in there, fighting for your life. Had a whole team on standby for ya. Got asked plen’y of questions. Really couldn’t answer ‘em all too well. Was wrecked with worry about ya. They said you had a valve replaced, that you needed medicine the insurance miraculously covered. Some real magic right here, I’ll tell ya what.” 

He shook off the memory of Doug’s obscenely high medical bills that the vet had since forgiven. Even if he had to pay that amount in full it would’ve been worth it. Anything for his little pumpkin.

“Still remember the evening I brought you back from the emergency vet. Mum set up a pool in the backyard for you to swim in. Told her you were gonna be resting for a while and couldn’t get your stitches wet. She still insisted I sit with ya out back. And I did.”

Hypno smiled, a pained little thing, not quite going up all the way in the corners. 

“You woke up around midnight. The sky was clear, lovely night really. A proper tapestry of diamonds up there.” The magician thought back on the moment, Doug’s head in his lap as he stroked the young hippo’s back. It felt as awe inspiring as it did peaceful. To observe the universe with such gingerness. 

“And as gorgeous as the sky was, the stars were twice as beautiful reflected in your eyes.” 

He wiped tears off his cheeks as his ears flicked up. There’d been more rustling behind him followed by the sound of something large sliding against tree bark. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re haunting me.” A dry laugh freed itself from his parted lips. “The only ghost I’d welcome, really.”

The tree-line had gone back to its usual quiet self, aside from the birds that lived atop the oaks and weeping willows. Hypno spent a moment waiting to hear any other shift of movement. Nothing. 

“Wouldn’t be the only way you haunt me.”

Hypno paused a moment before continuing, a part of him still hoping for more ‘signs’. Anything to prove that he weren’t alone. Still nothing.

“There are days where I hated lookin’ in the mirror. Couldn’t really come to terms with,” he said, gesturing to his face, “this whole situation. But it’s not much of a curse now, innit? ‘Cause, in a way, it’s almost like I’ve still got you. An’ life’s better when I’m carrying you with me everywhere.” 

Tears fell but Hypno didn’t move his hand to wipe them away, letting them fall to salt the earth below. He gave the grave before him a once over, the magical bouquet of flowers placed upon it wilting ever so slightly. He sighed. 

“I hope you can hear me, Douglas. Wherever you happen to be. And I hope, god I hope, it’s better than here. Because you deserve it. You’ve always deserved better.” 

Hypno brushed himself off as he got up from the bench, trying his hardest to ignore the ache in his chest that always came with these visits. There’d be comfort waiting for him at home, in the warm spring breeze, in the fact that life goes on. 

And he took solace in it all as he walked off toward the subway, sliding by crowds of people that barely took notice of him, wiping his eyes on his handkerchief as he took a seat on the train back home. He could cry again next time. It was only a week away.  ***

Behind a mighty oak tree in Greenwood Cemetery sat a stunned hippo man, trying and failing to stop his emotions from getting the better of him. It was going less than well. 

“Agent Deacon? Come in, Agent Deacon.” 

Agent Doug Deacon scrambled for his communicator, mildly composing himself in time to answer his superior. 

“Coming in, Agent Bishop.” His voice cracked slightly, he hoped Bishop wouldn’t pick up on that. 

“You said you had eyes on the target. Where is he?” 

Oh. Oh no. 

Deacon peeked from his spot, his target long gone. The agony of the past being relayed in fine detail was tied with the pain of disappointing Bishop. He wasn’t gonna be allowed out of the Hidden City for a while for cocking this up… 

“He has exited the cemetery, sir, but I am following him.” 

“Good.” 

And the communicator went silent. 

Deacon shook his head and cursed under his breath as he ran, sticking from shadow to shadow. He wouldn’t mess this up. Couldn’t mess up. No, he’d prove himself worthy of his title of ‘agent’. He’d make Bishop proud. 

Who else was there to be proud of him anymore anyway? 

[wildkimiko]

Whoo, finished my drawing of Sheyla and her team! (Plus Inari) She's had a hell of a glowup since my first drawing of her like. a decade and a half ago lmao

Shey's approximately 5'8". I TRIED to get her Pokemon to all be to scale, but FYM Azumarill is just as tall as Hisuian Zorua??????

You can read more below about her if you want :3 or look at her Toyhou.se

Name: Sheyla Beaumont

Nicknames: Shey

Height: 5'8"

Age: 32

Class: Professor / League Champion

Hometown: Celadon City

Pronouns: She/Her

Shey's team is a bunch of different Pokemon I've picked up across a bunch of different games that have always had the same name every time I use them X3

Stanton: Braviary, Pokemon Black/Legends Arceus. A name that just popped in my head and then stuck forever. Alpha descended from the Noble Hisuian Braviary. Large af. Likes to preen Parfait.

Baby Water: Azumarill, Pokemon Scarlet. Likes to sleep. One of my favorite raid Pokemon. Took Prince's place in Shey's Championship battle.

Prince: Houndoom, Pokemon Emerald. I actually stole him from the Battle Factory using an Action Replay lmfao. Lore-wise, partially deaf. Was abandoned by a breeder, and Urbosa adopted him off the street (Shey basically HAD to give in). Battles better alongside Urbosa in Doubles. Does searching with Sheyla for Interpol along with Urbosa.

Urbosa: Luxray, Brilliant Diamond. Alpha. I've used Luxray in the past but I couldn't remember the name I usually use for her, and I was on a Zelda kick at the time. Was captured on a research expedition to Sinnoh. Only really cares for Shey, Elesa, and Prince.

Parfait: Togekiss, Diamond/Pearl. I have no idea why I named her that, but it stuck. Shey's Service Pokemon. She Fell through the wormhole with Sheyla as an egg, and is very sensitive to Ultra Wormhole shenanigans. One of two Aces. Hits like a tank.

Pithikos: Ambipom, Black 2. Was originally bred and trained for competitive play. I used PKSM to clone him, so the original is hanging out in Scarlet, and I have a copy on the Battle Subway in Black 2. Sheyla's other Ace. Hits fast and hard.

Nogitsune: Zoroark, Black 2 (Rom). Not N's Zorua. lore-wise, was being abused, and Sheyla rescued him. He is very aggressive to anyone not Shey, Ingo, and Emmet. Basically adopts Inari.

Inari: Hisuian Zorua, Legends Arceus. I've literally been wanting a kitsune-inspired Pokemon forever, so I immediately named her that. Shy baby that only likes Shey and Emmet. Was found on a (separate) research expedition in Sinnoh, and sent to Shey by Cynthia.

(Not included, but important)

Chuuka: Pikachu, Pokemon Yellow. My baby boy. LITERALLY my first Pokemon. Lore-wise, one of two Pokemon (asides from Parfait) that came back through the wormhole. Doesn't battle anymore, but stays at home with Shey's parents.

Dark: Umbreon, Pokemon Crystal. I meant to get an espeon, but wasn't paying attention to the time, and then I fell in love with it. Lore-wise, the other Pokemon that came back through the wormhole. Was given to Shey as an Eevee, but now lives with Shey's parents and refuses to leave.

Shinkansen: Galvantula, Pokemon Shield. I basically bred Joltik like Emmet to get a perfect IV Joltik that knew Cross Poison, and she has 5/6 perfect IVs (Her special defense is 30). Lore-wise, a gift from Emmet that she took to Galar. Holy shit she hits fast and cleans UP.

[tawneybel]

Note: Ten favorite monsters, part seven. Part six. To be clear, do to past confusion, these are not lists of monsters I’d bang. Adult-content creator =/= turned-on 24/7.  ._.  Sometimes I just like to talk about character design and review media I like.

I pretty much like every kind of dragon, from friendly to terrifying. If we’re going off of scary, my favorite’s maybe from The Mists of Avalon. A lot of my fave monsters are literary, but don’t have official art. :(

1. Cat in the Hat from The Cat in the Cat

The Cat in the Hat’s more enjoyable if you view it as demonic horror. There’s a lot of elements I like. Quirky architecture, jokes that go over kids’ heads, goofy magic companion, fun costumes. Yet it’s not a good movie, even by my standards. Audrey Geisel was so disgusted by it, any plans for future live-action adaptations of Theodor’s works were nixed.

I’m kind of glad TCITH was the bad live-action, early ‘00s Seuss movie instead of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Imagine how horrifying they could have made the Grinch.

2-4. “Girly girl” dragons

Barbie As Rapunzel: I have the Penelope plushie, whose design I actually prefer to the movie’s.

Dragon Tales: Before FIM Fluttershy, Cassie was THE shy pink and yellow creature. Dragon Land’s just one of various portal fantasy realms I wanted to visit so badly as a tot. Still do.  

Raya and the Last Dragon: People were way critical of Sisu’s design, calling it Elsa’s scalesona. Like Disney hasn’t reused/referenced old designs, jokingly or not. Not that their human(oid) designs are always unique… But Ghibli gets more leniency in that regard. (Haku’s a great dragon design, btw.)

5. the Moving Finger from Nightmares & Dreamscapes

Horror doesn’t have to be complicated to be effective.

6. Jean Jacket from Nope

Take elements of UFOlogy, meteorology, marine biology, and animal exploitation, then produce the most terrifying movie monster ever.

7. Stuff from The Stuff

Metaphor for frozen yogurt? Diet food craze?

8. Scary Lion from The Teletubbies

A good example of how audio can determine whether something is cute or terrifying. 

9. Wild Things from Where the Wild Things Are

One elementary art class, we got to make our own chimeric Wild Things. Wish I knew where mine was. They’re grotesque, like to party, and actually pretty wholesome.

10. subway station from The Wiz

The Wiz is an interesting localization of The (Wonderful) Wizard of Oz. Garland!Dorothy is taken from Kansas to a mostly unfamiliar fantastical land. (I say “mostly,” because some of the Ozians have Kansan counterparts.) Ross!Dorothy is taken from NYC to fantastical NYC.

Originally, I considered using the book Kalidahs ‘cause I love mix-’n’-match critters. Then I watched this scene. That and the Munchkins coming out of graffiti like ghosts out of chalk outlines was oneiric as fuck. Anyway, the station isn’t just a liminal space, but another architectural monster. The train itself never appears, but we see trash bins and columns advance on Dorothy and co. There’s seemingly non-automated gates and prehensile electrical wires. Also, that peddler with his growing marionettes…

Note: The pic for “The Moving Finger” is actually from the show Monsters, but I only found out it was adapted after deciding to include it. Nightmares & Dreamscapes has one of my favorite covers, even if it’s deceptive. No scarecrow stories.

Unfortunately, the last gif can’t convey the awesome liminal horror that is the Ozified Hoyt–Schermerhorn Streets station. Fun fact, it was also used in The Warriors.