#express train to hell

[sleepyminty]

If you know, you know

[ninelivesgayworks]

[Original Date: 02/09/2023]

[bad-lobcorp-aus]

AU where Hopkins gets hit by Express Train To Hell on his way out. The train never shows up again. He just deserved to be hit by it, so it went over just to hit him. That is all.

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[nxroo]

(this is a pretty old video)

[phellycheesesteak]

The train:

There's a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell, but the midnight train goes anywhere. Trains are clearly the superior transit method.

[chiffonz]

the obsession i have with express trains, i need to go on a week long train trip 😤

[gods-favorite-autistic]

I don’t know how I got on genderbent Greaseball Starlight Express TikTok considering I didnt even know anything about the plot of the show or even that Greaseball wasn’t originally a girl until like today but yknow what I’m not complaining

[bloodiegawz]

lobotomy corporation by project moon! it's a task management game where you collect monsters and work with them to get energy and progress through the game's days and story :333 i really like it but its also EXTREMELY frustrating sometimes ughhh

one of those things that's simple in principle but has a lot of layered mechanics (and buggy code) that can mess you up bad especially in the late game

here's some funny screenshots

anyone wanna finish lobcorp for me

[pigswithwings]

"Your attention, please. Are there any Polar Express passengers in need of refreshment?"

Hot Chocolate! (The Polar Express)

☕ | ☕ | ☕

🚂 | 🚂 | 🚂

👞 | 👞 | 👞

[rockn-rule]

So I'm watching polar express, right?

The reindeer are queer

[rhythmgameurl]

If i had a nickel for every time Project Moon introduced a fucked up piece of public transport that derives energy from humans i'd have 3 nickels

Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened more than once

[spingategaston]

It’s just me and my 15+ Abnormality Lobotomy Corporation wiki tabs open (until I get good enough to close them only to have to reopen them once the stupid Quilphoth counter gets to zero and I have to see if I can suppress it or if I should just restart the day then and there) against the world, I guess

[vallahaii]

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"Don't concern yourself with me. Focus on your work; I'll be upstairs."

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Training Team Captain Hao, an old facility elite.

His Apocalypse Bird wing denotes he's from a time before those like Hunter and Firenze - back when nobody wore the Twilight suit, and the Black Forest birds were still capable of their amalgamated breach.

He, against facility regulation on weaponry, holds Firebird knife feathers in his offhand while his dominant hand is gnarled and twisted into the Express Train to Hell's gauntlet.

Like other facility elites, Hao suffers various losses of humanity and degradation of the body due to his exposure to the various damage types, especially the BLACK damage his gauntlet absorbs for the sake of everyone around him.

He's deeply traumatized by something he can no longer recall from outside the facility walls. Hao feels partially separated from his own spirit on a core level, as if everything he observes is with a certain level of detachment and hollowness.

The captain stations himself outside the containment of the Express Train to Hell's ticket booth from sun up to sun down, working on the containment unit next door between tickets.

[daftpunkselectroma]

central command team 1 numero uno

[call-me-maggie13]

Reading smut while babysitting my old youth minister’s kids. 🤪

They’re down for nap, so I’m not neglecting them. But I certainly am going to hell lmao

[abigailspinach]

“Karys shook her head. “Mostly confused. I don’t know why you’re here.”

“I told you: I think I can help.”

“Well, I’m confused why you would want to.”

“Because it feels like the honourable thing to do, I suppose.”

“Right. Your moral code.” Karys took another spoon of the broth. “You see me as some kind of charitable cause?”

“No.” Winola moved her hand to the bridge of her nose as if she wanted to adjust her glasses, despite the fact that the guise wore none. “It’s more that I need to live by certain principles in order to justify myself. On some level, my actions are entirely selfish.”

“Justify yourself?”

The scholar had an ironic smile on her face, something slightly crooked. “It’s complicated. But yes. If I have the power to use workings to help someone, I consider it my solemn duty to do so.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“Most of the time, I find it fulfilling.” “L

“So she’s clever, pretty, and admirable,” whispered Ferain, and Karys made a mental note to triple her travel expenses.

“I still don’t understand what you mean by justifying yourself,” she said. Winola sighed. She looked down at her soup for a moment. “I guess it’s a displaced sense of obligation,” she said. “I abandoned my home to pursue my ambitions. I want to believe the choice I made was right, so I need to … prove that. By my actions.”

“You feel guilty?” The scholar’s gaze remained on her bowl. “It isn’t so clear cut as that. I left Toraigus because changing it demanded too much and compensated too little, and I wasn’t prepared to devote my whole life to the possibility of incremental progress. I wanted more, knew that I could offer more, but not behind the Wall. And there were other considerations, of course—it wasn’t only about the pursuit of workings. At home, I would have been expected to marry a man in order to further my family line, and the thought of that was, well…” A small shudder. “Not for me. Staying in Toraigus meant sacrificing both my intellectual ambitions and my personal desires, and, in the end, I was unwilling to stomach either. So I left. It might not have been the brave thing to do, or the right thing to do, but it was the choice I made.”

Her calm, level voice had gained a touch of defensiveness toward the end. Karys wavered for a second, then reached out and picked up her own wine glass. “Suits me,” she said.”

— Asunder by Kerstin Hall