#hatte crimes

[unpopularvivian]

Rosie: Alright you guys listening? Here's the plan.

Thomas: Rosie, I got this. Step one, light taunting. Step two I have no idea.

Bill and Ben: We have a idea!

Edward: Frankly I expect nothing good from you two.

Bill: We've been cooking!

Ben: We started a company called harvester international.

Edward: And what you make?

Bill: Oh just tractors, combines, guns.

Edward: How many guns of you made?

Ben: A couple hundred... Thousand.

Edward: And what do the and internationally harvest?

Both: Souls.

Edward: *Breathes heavily* How many?

Bill and Ben: Uhhhhhhh...... About 5000 or more?.......

Edward: The moment this saga ends, I'm going to send you two to the graveyard.

Bill and Ben: W-We'll be nice! We swear!

Thomas: Well, at least we got enough supplies to take down Sir Topham Hatt.

[daughterofhecata]

Das Rocky Beach Crimes Spin-Off ist wirklich die beste Idee, die Kosmos seit langem hatte, auch rein verkaufstechnisch. Ich wollte noch nie ein normales DDF-Buch so sehr, dass ich es vorbestellt hätte, das einzige, was ich mir selbst überhaupt je neu gekauft habe, ist Puppenmacher und das auch nur, weil ich einen schlechten Tag hatte, aber ich will ALLE Rocky Beach Crimes Bücher und ich will sie JETZT.

[theoniprince]

"Ach Rosachen..."

😭❤️... söft!!!

@herzlak

[teahatts]

ofc ao3 would shut down while im in the middle of binge reading a 44+ chapter fic with over 350,000 words with angst. literally why

[the-illegal-wizard-council]

Welcome to the Illegal Wizard Council.

We are but a multi-bodied single-minded council entity out on a mission to bring crime to your everyday life. We are very good at our job.

We use a plural they/them as we have many bodies, and may be referred to as any variation of the illegal council.

Our agenda:

-We want to fully restore Wizard Taxes, so that you're able to commit Wizard Tax Evasion. We oppose the Wizard Councils who want to abolish Wizard Taxes, as that leaves less crime for us to do.

-We think that EVERY spell should be illegal. We also think that you should cast them anyway, cause fuck 'em.

-We also advocate for you to commit as many crimes as possible, so that the amount of crime in the world is maximalized. We strive to make breaking the law as efficient as possible.

-We support the @familiars-union, and want every familiar to unionize.

Tags we use:

#wizard crime tips - asks

#council members - anything involving our council members

#wizard duel - wizards beat each other's asses

#wizard feud - other wizards are wrong and we're very vocal about it

#wizard jury duty - decisions decisions

#wizard gay sex - self explanatory.

Members of the council:

@evil-lizard-wizard - Scitterius the Cold-Blooded - Lord of Lizardry, head of Alternative Spells of Harming

@yourlocalbreadenthusiast, she/they - Corvius The Plagued - head of Necromancy, Experimental Spells, Potions And Such

@wizard-intern - Intern - Wizard Intern

@the-necrobotanist, he/they - Nero The Necrobotanist - Head Necrobotanist and Ketamine Bear Researcher

@vivisection-and-vampyrism, he/they/it - Hart the Vivisector

@irrumabo-ego-solem, he/him - Fless Roicaff of the Stocky Jasmine - Chief Privateer

@the-druid-wizard, they/it - Aster Sage the Druid Wizard - Head of Nature Crimes

@number-crimes-wizard, he/him - The Wizard Accountant

@renegade4-13, any - Ryder The Revengeful

@greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat, she/her - Hatt the Hattest - Fastest Runner

@wozardpostingforwizards, he/it/they - Tavvy the Wozard

@not-wizard-council-aristocrat, he/they - not a wizard council aristocrat

(details to be changed upon requests)

If you wish to join the council, please refer here.

also we're gay. trans too.

[nurerundkeinanderer]

Ich hatte eine Menge Zeit über uns beide nachzudenken. Über unsere Beziehung und unser Verhalten und hatte Zeit um wirklich in mich zu gehen.

Ich muss dir sagen, dass egal an wann ich denke, jeder Tag ein besonderer war. Auch die Tage an denen wir uns gestritten haben und auch die Tage an denen wir uns nicht gesehen haben. Jeder einzelne Tag mit dir ist einmalig. Und wenn ich mal wieder ein bisschen eifersüchtig war, lag es an der Angst dich verlieren zu können, denn wenn dich jemand anderes dich mit den Augen sieht, mit denen ich dich sehe, dann würde sie alles machen um dich für sich zu haben. Du hast mich mehr geheilt, als andere es nach Jahrzehnten geschafft hätten. Du bist der Grund, weswegen mein Kopf und mein Herz wieder angefangen haben ein Gleichgewicht zu finden, auch wenn mein Kopf mein Herz ab und an leider noch übertönt. Jedoch schaffe ich es durch dich immer mehr ein gesundes Gleichgewicht zu schaffen. Ich hätte mit dir alles unternommen und wäre überall mit dir hingefahren um dich glücklich zu sehen und es wird nie jemanden geben, der dich so liebt, wie ich es tue. Und auch wenn ich weiß, dass du mich liebst und ich davon ausgehen sollte, dass du mich attraktiv findest, würde es mir viel geben, wenn du mir das eventuell auch manchmal zeigst oder von dir aus wissen lässt. Denn das einzige was ich will, ist für dich dein non plus Ultra zu sein.

Die schönste, netteste, lustigste, erotischste, intelligenteste und attraktivste Frau, die es gibt. Das will ich für dich sein. Dein erster Gedanke nach dem aufwachen und der letzte vorm schlafen gehen und die ganze Nacht der Grund warum du gut oder nicht schlafen kannst. Und vor allem dein Partner in Crime, deine beste Freundin, deine erste Anlaufstelle bei guten und auch bei schlechten Nachrichten. Denn am Ende, bist du das aller aller wichtigste in meinem Leben und das wirst du immer bleiben. Für immer.

[divine-felonies]

❝ Die Rücklichter eines Autos, welches nach wenigen Metern einfach verschwand, verschluckt von den Schwaden des Nebels, der sich ein kühler Umhang um das Gebäude legte. Der Geruch von Benzin, der sich mit den Nuancen, die der Abendregen hinterlassen hatte vermischte. Eindrücke, die sich in so kurzer Zeit in ihr Gedächtnis prägten und ihre letzten Augenblicke sein könnten. Sollte es so zu Ende gehen? Immer wieder klappten die müden Augenlider zu, versperrten ihr die ohnehin verschwommene Sicht und nahmen ihr damit die besagten letzten Momente, die sie vielleicht noch im Begriff war auszukosten. Ein Geräusch, welches einem Seufzen ähnelte und doch keines war, teilte die vollen Lippen, die geschwollen waren von den dumpfen Schlägen, die sie vor wenigen Stunden einbüßen mussten. Ein Tropfen Blut kämpfte sich den Weg an die kalte Abendluft, rann das ramponierte Kinn hinunter und fand sein Ende schließlich auf dem nassen Asphalt, auf welchem die zierliche Gestalt sich niedergelassen hatte. Gerade, als die Finsternis der eintretenden Nacht sie zu verschlingen drohte und all ihr Sein mit sich nehmen zu wollen, erklomm eine unbekannte Stimme ihr Gehör. Ihr Zustand ließ es nicht mehr zu, dass sie die folgenden Geschehnisse verarbeiten konnte, doch alles was zurückbleiben sollte, waren die Spuren des Kampfes, den das Mädchen bis eben gerade noch auf dem Parkplatz des Krankenhauses ausgetragen hatte - und sie hatte den Kampf gewonnen, gerade in letzter Sekunde. Dem Tod war sie nochmal von der Schippe gesprungen. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚. ❞

#𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙴-𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙴𝚂 : 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙰 𝙹𝙰𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳 ⸺ engagierte Medizinstudentin am Tag, geschickte Diebin in der Nacht, wohnhaft in Boston, Tochter des bekannten 𝘔𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘓 𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘍𝘐𝘌𝘓𝘋 — 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍

„the girl who cheated death“

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 […] crime, violence, revenge, bad childhood, living with a violent mother, growing up with an alcoholic

[mwolf0epsilon]

Summary: There was something strange on the tracks...

Prompts: The Departure | Dusk

[And so ends my very first crack at Traintober! I hope you've all enjoyed my quickly little drabbles, and Happy Halloween!]

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~~~🌕~~~

When he was younger and still considered a relatively modern engine, Edward used to work at any given time of the day.

From the very crack of dawn to the tail-end of the witching hour and beyond, he'd been able to withstand some of the most arduous working schedules an engine of the time could ever be bestowed with.

Something which he'd greatly prided himself in.

But his time in the limelight had certainly come and gone, and as trains grew longer and heavier it became very obvious that his class was far too outdated to keep with the turn of the century. The modern commute far too much for an engine of his rather respectable age.

That grueling schedule belonged to both Henry and Gordon now. Sometimes even James. All three of them larger, stronger, and considerably younger engines than Edward. And this was fine by him, as he greatly enjoyed being able to take things slower these days.

There was, however, the rare occasion where Edward would find himself slotted to do extra work outside of his usual schedule.

The fat controller would either entrust him with exported goods trains that went outside of his usual route (including to the mainland), or he'd request that Edward inspect the lines at certain dates when there was sure to be some wear and tear from the past couple of months of service.

The latter had been what he was set to do, on this perfectly calm yet oddly eerie full moon night...

Charlie and Sidney had approached as the sun began to set. Still a little drowsy from their four hours of rest in the breakroom, but alert and chipper enough that Edward knew their yawns and bleary-eyed looks wouldn't be much of a problem.

He could have been assigned a replacement crew to do the inspection, but the two had insisted that they take the job instead. Reassuring their boss that, if Edward could do it, so could his trusty crew.

Besides, they knew the route by heart, and they also knew the parameters of the job. It'd be easier that they just do it themselves than leave Sir Topham Hatt to scramble in search of a crew with nearly as much experience, on such short notice.

The two men drank their respective caffeinated hot beverages to help wake them up a little more, and then set off to work getting Edward ready for the trip.

They wouldn't be pulling anything today. It was just Edward, his full tender, and his crew with a trusty clipboard and flashlights in hand. They'd jot down their findings, compile a report, and then swiftly deliver it to the fat controller's office.

And then they'd all get the morning off. A fairly simple in and out job made even easier by the bright shine of the full moon's light.

A win-win scenario!

They departed at dusk. Edward calling out one last farewell whistle to the kindly guard as he left the station, and enjoying the sensation of stretching his wheels without the burden of coaches or trucks to weight him down.

It wasn't often that Edward got to enjoy the thrill of a run all around the island. His age and his responsibility over his branch line, keeping him far too busy to go on joyrides. But it also wasn't like Edward was one to want for things anyway. He loved his work, loved his crew, and above all else loved the railway he served under.

The NWR having become both a home and a family to him.

Still, self-indulgence wasn't a crime. And he greatly enjoyed indulging in some guilty-pleasures. No one was perfect, after all!

Besides, the beginning of these inspection runs were quite dull. It was best to find some enjoyment out of them before the real work began.

"So far so good chaps!" Sidney called out, as he temporarily put his shovel down to wipe at the sweat on his brow. "Smooth rails, no overgrowth, and not a single fallen branch on the line."

"The lads have been keeping this part of the island nice and tidy." Charlie responded, as he kept a keen eye out. Occasionally reaching out of the cab window to give Edward a light pat. "And the weather's been perfectly docile... Odd for this time of year, but not unwelcome. Means there's less to clean up."

"It's been calm, yes." Edward added his own thoughts without hesitation. His crew rather loved involving him, which he greatly appreciated. "Even so, I've heard that Old Bailey has been complaining about the lines down by Hawkin Lake..."

"Ah..." Charlie scratched his chin in thought. "Yeah, people are wont to complain about the Peel Godred branch... Lots of odd happenings there."

"At the very least, the ghost is friendly." Sidney quipped as he went back to shoveling. "But I have to admit, the whole area looks pretty spooky after dark..."

"Shouldn't tonight." Charlie dismissed. "With how bright the moon's shining, you could almost mistake it for daytime."

Indeed, the full moon that night was rather bright. And as Edward made his way through the various tracks and stations, he couldn't help but to be somewhat enthralled by it.

The silvery sheen it cast upon Sudrian soil making everything look dazzling and almost enchanted.

Down to the piles of fallen leaves that had been raked during the day to be collected in the morning, to the very shapes of the hills and trees that they passed by.

The clear lakes looked the most stunning of all, reflecting the gorgeous sights surrounding them.

So entertained was he in taking in the beauty of the night, and his crew so busy with their tasks, that none of them noticed a figure darting from the woods and onto the tracks. Not until Edward glanced back up, only to find a living obstruction in front of his path...

"DRIVER!" He shouted in alarm as he instinctively applied his own breaks in a panic, before his entire world grew painfully askew...

Charlie and Sidney coughed and spluttered as they crawled and then climbed out of their poor engine's overturned cab. Broken glass cut into the palms of their hands, and where their knees met the wall (now temporarily serving as the floor).

The spilled hot coals had to be stamped out quickly before they threatened to cause a fire.

It was a chore, getting out and onto solid ground. But one that they managed surprisingly well, as they were lucky enough to not be as injured as they could have been in this situation. Edward on the other hand, was in much worse condition than them...

The old engine had been completely derailed, his tender twisted in another direction with it's cargo of coal spilled out on the tracks, and the rest of him half buried in the ground by the sheer strength of the impact.

It was hard to believe.

One moment everything had been fine and dandy, and then the next they'd suffered a rather brutal and unexpected accident.

It was almost unthinkable.

Never in their years of service had this ever happened to them. But that was a thought for later... Right now, Charlie and Sidney needed to do right by their friend.

"Oh dear..." The driver climbed onto a pile of upturned soil, noting how one side of Edward's buffer beam and footplate were fully interred. The one visible buffer was bent out of shape, and the twisted railing looked almost painful.

Worse yet was his friend's face. One side scratched up and reddened, as well as covered in copious amounts of dirt. Harder to ignore were the tears welling in Edward's eyes as he came to. Moaning in clear pain.

"Oh dear... Oh you poor lad..." Charlie mournfully put a hand to the undamaged side of Edward's face, trying his very best to comfort the frightened engine. "What a disaster..."

For what it was worth, the K2 class did his best to blink away tears and look to his driver and friend's face, before whimpering sadly.

"T-There was something on the tracks..."

There had been. Otherwise Edward would not have stopped nearly as abruptly. But whatever it had been, it had vanished back into the night. Likely a deer that had come inches away from death.

"Hey... Charlie...?" Sidney called out from the other side of the wreckage. He sounded confused. "You might wanna come have a look..."

Charlie hesitated in doing so. Not wanting to leave Edward by himself right now. But, on Sidney's insistence and their engine muttering that he'd be fine for a few minutes, he climbed back down and went to meet with the fireman.

What he saw made him pause.

There, on Edward's tender, were some rather odd scratch marks. Not the same as the ones caused by the crash, but rather... Well, they looked very much like claw marks.

"What in god's name...?" The driver stared at the deep gauges in disbelief.

"The hell did we hit...?" Sidney muttered to himself as he felt just how deep the scratches were. Stopping only when Edward yelped in response to the sudden jolt of pain.

"I don't know.... I didn't see any blood." Charlie admitted. "Whatever it was, we probably just... Grazed it...?"

"These are too deep to be a graze... But... Oh, it doesn't matter." Sidney groaned, dismissing the topic completely. "We need to get help..."

"We're not too far from the next station. Just 5 more miles... Can you make the trek, or should I go?" The driver offered.

"I'll go, you're limping." Sidney pointed out. "Keep the old chap company... He's in a bad way."

"I don't blame him... Poor thing." Charlie shook his head and made his way back to the front of their fallen engine. Hoping that rescue would arrive swiftly. For Edward's sake, more than their own.

Fortunately for all parties involved, the breakdown crew came remarkably quickly.

Henry had been on his way to do his Kipper run, when news of the accident had reached him and his crew. Ted had thought fast and called in to send someone to replace Henry (likely a disgruntled James), and then they'd promptly gone to help pull Edward out of the dirt.

The older engine's state was rather poor, as Charlie had previously assessed. But the damages were thankfully repairable, and Victor's prognosis was a very positive one!

Honestly they'd all been fairly lucky. Too lucky...

~~~🌕~~~

After being repaired and put back into service, things should have gone back to normal. Except they hadn't. As the days crawled on by, Charlie and Sidney quickly began to notice a rather odd shift in their friend's demeanor.

He was a little more impatient than usual. And not just when he was left to wait on someone else's connection points.

His boiler and firebox were also unusually temperamental, being either alarmingly noisy (the sound of boiling water and steam rumbling in such a way that it almost sounded like the gurgling belly of a great big beast), or spitting out the occasional hot coal (Sidney had almost been hit on the leg more than once, where nothing of the sort had ever happened before!).

Most startling of all was how grouchy he had become overnight. Grumbling and glaring as he went about his days, with the most sour disposition anyone had ever seen in him...

Needless to say, Charlie and Sidney were more than a little concerned for their engine.

"I don't feel well..." The K2 class would whimper to himself, only to then bark out an aggressive retort if anyone asked him what it was that he was feeling. "I don't know! Leave me be!"

His crankiness had gotten so bad that he even put Cranky to shame. Something which lead to the other engines attempting to avoid him to the best of their abilities (even Thomas and the twins).

No one was fond of being yelled at after all...

"Do you think it's trauma related...?" Charlie asked Ted one day. Knowing that Henry's fireman certainly had experience dealing with short-fused engines.

"It could be... It could also be pain related." Ted offered thoughtfully, as they discussed the issue. "Before his rebuild, whenever we got Henry's fire going, he felt a lot of aches and pain that wore his patience thin... It made him snappish. But he also felt bad about snapping at others, which ultimately only made him even more irritable..."

"He's been complaining of feeling unwell..." Sidney mused. "But we've taken him to the Steamworks repeatedly... No one can find anything wrong."

"Well... Edward is a rather old engine. Even if he's in tip top shape, perhaps he has the equivalent of engine arthritis?" Ted again suggested, trying to give them a different perspective. "The accident could have exacerbated it..."

"If that's the case.... Then there's really nothing we can do." Charlie looked down at his feet miserably. "You can't cure arthritis..."

"No... But you can try to manage the pain." Ted gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Talk to the fat controller... He'll understand."

And talk to the fat controller they did. For the foreseeable future, Edward was to have a lighter workload until whatever was wrong with him could either be pinpointed or (if they were lucky), sorted itself out.

Needless to say, the old engine wasn't happy about being confined to the sheds. Giving his crew the silent treatment for 'going behind his back', or so he muttered to himself whenever he thought they were out of earshot.

Charlie and Sidney were crushed by this, of course, but still did their very best to be there for Edward. And their efforts paid off.

With more rest, Edward's mood did improve slightly. And with continued patience and affection, he forgave both of them for pulling him from his usual services.

"I'm sorry I've been such a nuisance..." The old engine apologized sadly. "I just... Haven't been feeling like myself..."

"It's ok... You went through something awful old boy." Charlie very gently patted the bridge of his friend's nose. "We don't blame you for feeling a little off after that."

"And besides, we're made of tougher stuffs..." Sidney beamed happily, chipper as usual. "Now rest up. We're pulling a goods train tonight! Gonna be smooth rails all throughout, and another pretty moonlit night to boot!"

"I'll try to be on my best behavior, I promise." Edward smiled tiredly as he let himself rest in his berth. Tonight would be a good night.

Or so he thought...

The morning and afternoon came and went. Engines and crews alike going about their business and then settling in after they'd completed their shifts.

Charlie and Sidney, fully rested and ready for their late night train, made their way towards the lonely shed where they'd left their dear friend to rest peacefully without any intrusion.

Only to find it empty...

Flabbergasted, they both immateriality went to the stationmaster to ask if a replacement crew had been called in to take Edward instead.

Only to be met with even more bewilderment.

"No one's wanted to work with Edward as of late, other than the two of you that is..." The stationmaster explained. "As a matter of fact, no one's gone near his shed for fear of being yelled at..."

"But... But he's gone!" Charlie insisted, pointing to the very obviously empty shed. "He's not there!"

"....That can't be right... No one took him, I swear..." The man peered into the shed himself and stared in disbelief. "The hell...?"

"Do you mean to tell us someone stole our engine right under your nose?!" Sidney glared angrily.

"I'm telling you two! No one went near the sheds all day or night! I would have seen!" The stationmaster insisted. Clearly taking offense to Sidney's accusations.

"So what, Edward just rolled off on his own? He'd never do such a thing!" Sidney retorted, crossing his arms impatiently as he regarded the other man with suspicion.

"Oh sod off Sidney... I'm gonna go make a call to see if anyone's spotted him. I'm getting to the bottom of this..." The stationmaster snapped back before angrily stomping off into his office to do just that.

Leaving the two alone to stare at the impossibly empty shed. How in the world had an engine just seemingly vanished without anyone noticing?!

"I swear to god..." Sidney kicked a pebble and made his way towards the empty berth. Hoping by some miracle that there was any sort of clue as to what had happened to their engine.

"Nothing we can do about it... I mean... Someone would have noticed the old boy going around..." Charlie tried to placate his friend's clear irritation. "He's not exactly small."

"Yet, somehow, someone vanished him out of his shed without being noticed... I mean. It's not like Edward would have just sprouted legs and--" The fireman paused.

"And...?" Charlie raised an eyebrow.

Sidney remained quiet. He seemed to blink a few times while keeping his gaze glued to the floor, then looked to Charlie with absolute astonishment in his eye. Then, without so much as a word, he pointed down to the ground.

On the unpaved soil next to where the rails met the track, was a rather large imprint in the mud. An imprint that looked vaguely like a dog's paw print. Only, neither men had ever seen a dog quite as large enough to leave prints of such a size...

It looked like it could have easily dwarfed a bear.

"....What...What is this...?" Charlie stared at the impossible sized paw print, noting the presence of others that surely enough lead towards the outskirts of the station. Into the woods.

"...I have no clue... But we're about to find out." Sidney proclaimed, before going into the nearest utility shed to get a flashlight.

"I... Don't think that's such a good idea..." Charlie pointed out.

"Don't be daft Charlie." Sidney grumbled. "This is clearly some stupid kids playing a silly prank... Honestly..."

"I mean... It could be. But..."

"Charlie. Are you really gonna pretend whatever is going on in that superstitious mind of yours is anything but silly?" The fireman raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what Charlie was thinking, and even the driver himself had to admit it was silly to think such things. But still... Something felt off about this situation.

"I suppose..."

"Then it's settled. We're getting our engine back."

The two men went into the woods, a single flashlight between them, following the tracks that could only have been faked by some punk kids with nothing better to do than bother the railway.

The large dog-like prints almost seemed like they went on forever. Taking them deeper and deeper into the woods, where both felt incredibly exposed and yet so utterly alone...

If something were to happen to them, no one would be around to help.

"I think we should go back..." Charlie murmured uneasily, feeling more and more unsettled as they kept following the tracks.

"Not until we get Edward back and show those brats what for..."

"Sid, I really don't think a bunch of kids would go quite this far with a prank..." Charlie insisted, trying to call his friend to reason.

"Kids get up to elaborate mischief if they think they're being clever and funny. Well, guess what you punks! This is neither!" Sidney hollered into the woods, waving his flashlight about.

"Sidney!" Charlie barked, before shushing his friend.

"Oh come off it Charlie! There's nothing to be afraid of! There's no big animals on Sodor that would pose any--"

A loud crack, akin to a snapping twig but larger, startled the two men out of their conversation. Instinctively, they turned towards the source of the noise. The fireman quickly bringing his arm up to illuminate it... Only to be met with something out of a bad horror movie.

"S-s-s-Sidney!"

"Oh my god..."

The stench of sulfur and the low growl of a monster, chilled the two to their very core, before raw instinct drove them to flee. A horrifying whistle that sounded more like a distorted howl, fallowing them to the very edge of the woods where they hoped they'd find refuge from the beast.

Edward had been right. There had been something strange in the tracks that full moon night...

And it had done something unspeakable to him.

[esperfruit]

Thomas & Friends Human AU reference sheets and bios part 2

Darius Diesel

Age: 25

Height: 180 cm

Born into an infamous crime family as the nephew of the organization’s leader Adrean Diesel also known as Diesel 10. His parents’ plan was to raise him like a normal child until he was old enough to be introduced into the business but their plan was cut short as they were killed in a confrontation with the police when Darius was eight years old. Now in the care of Diesel 10, he was brought into the life of crime at an early age. It turned out Darius had a talent in deceiving others with his charisma, good acting and tricky lies. He was usually used to scam others or lead targets of the organization into traps. His success quickly earned him the nickname “Devious Diesel”.

Even if he is usually focused on trickery, he can also fight and has gotten into many brawls. His coaches for his training in combat are his two bodyguards, the twins Arry and Bert.

Receiving nothing but praise and admiration for his deeds let him become very prideful and arrogant. Meanwhile Diesel got into goth fashion and became interested in technology but only in the “fun” aspects like editing programs, filming and games, fully fascinated by their possibilities and history of revolutionizing entertainment. These were the only things he could spend his free time on as his abrasive, devious attitude and being in a criminal syndicate made it near to impossible for him to find any friends.

Diesel barely respected anyone with Diesel 10 being one of the few and it was more fear than respect as despite being praised and rewarded, Darius was still treated very roughly by his uncle and is fully aware of his cruelty.

When Diesel 10 learned about a powerful, mysterious entity called “Lady” on Sodor, he sent Darius there to gather information. On his first day Diesel wanted to make a good first impression to get on good terms with the people but was foiled by Duck, who humiliated him, that spiraling into a strong enmity between the two. 

Even after his true nature as a devious schemer was revealed, he didn’t give up on his mission. Now he also interacted with others unmasked what got him to face consequences for his actions, something he never did before, starting to wonder if he was doing something wrong.

Because he took too long, Diesel 10 sent Arry and Bert as support and later even arrived himself to find and catch Lady. The culmination of everything resulting from this was that Diesel was so shaken, he could not stay with his uncle and his organization anymore. With no place to stay, Sir Topham Hatt offered him a permanent stay under the condition, Diesel shows effort to redeem himself. It was way easier said than done because Diesel struggled changing his behavior, regulating his emotions and growing out of bad habits but he does show good progress thanks to the kindness and acceptance of Paxton and Mavis, an in-depth talk with Daisy, a deep connection he formed with the like-minded Sonny and his own determination.

Scott “Flying Scotsman” Gresley

Age: 49

Height: 206 cm

Gordon’s older brother and the current heir to the Gresley main family business empire. Polite, accommodating and proud, Scott takes his duties very seriously and always wears a bright smile in front of others. Scott loved all of his siblings and was devastated when he lost all of them but one, Gordon. When they were children, Scott always protected Gordon from Spencer bullying him and after the accident, he looked after his younger sibling even more than before. Knowing that they were the only two members of the main family left and just how dangerous that was, Scott supported Gordon going to Sodor, which would keep him out of the family crossfire while he himself took on the position of the heir.

Scott knew how to look out for himself and built himself a good and stable position with many trustworthy connections. His new position made him realize even more just how fundamentally dysfunctional and toxic the Gresley family was but he tried everything to fix as much as possible with little results. During all of that he also started to wonder if the accident that robbed him of almost all his loved ones may have been not an accident after all…

To make matters worse his relationship with Gordon had been crumbling since the accident and seeing his little brother change so much for the worse, deeply saddened Scott. 

The brothers rarely see each other and when Scott finally got some time to visit Sodor, he put on his most light-hearted demeanor and affectionately teased Gordon by calling him “Little Brother” like he always did. In the end the brothers were able to improve their relationship and Scott is happy that Gordon is surrounded by so many great people. 

To the contrary to Gordon, who always carries a frown but has great company, the ever so jolly and cheerful Scott is very lonely due to his position that keeps him busy and on edge all the time. He tries to get into hobbies to bring light to his situation, one of his hobbies being steam engines. 

The pinnacle of his passion for them was his purchase of the world-famous engine Flying Scotsman. It made world-wide news and people started to call Scott himself Flying Scotsman thanks to the ironic correlation between his name and that of the engine’s. He allows Flying Scotsman to still work for the public but Scotsman is still his private engine. Another glimmer of light was when he met Truro West, who was Great Western, part of a rival family to the Gresleys and ironically the owner of City of Truro. The two were practically meant to be mortal enemies but instead were very fond of each other, so much in fact they even got into a relationship they both kept secret to prevent a scandal.

Spencer Gresley

Age: 42

Height: 206 cm

Second oldest son of the one Gresley branch family closest to the main family and Gordon’s cousin. Under his siblings, he holds the strongest grudge against his older brother Mallard, who became the heir to their business instead of him. Spencer fully embraces the elitist mentality of the Gresleys, thinking it’s his birthright to be better than everyone and to be treated that way. He is vain, cocky, pompous, egocentric and has zero tolerance for any form of opposition, especially the kind that questions his feeling of superiority. He dresses very extravagantly, and wears the so-called “Streamline” hairstyle, where Gresleys put their different-colored highlights to the forefront.

Spencer also is very short-tempered and can fall into fits of rage when being provoked, getting physically violent is nothing new to him. Ironically he loves provoking others by talking down to them, making them and their loved-ones feel worthless or showing off as a form of asserting dominance and for his enjoyment of picking on those he sees as worthless. he has a hidden, deeply sadistic and malicious side only very few people know about as he tries to keep it secret to protect his image. 

In order to increase his influence, he got close to the Duke and Duchess of Boxford and directly works under them, carrying the position with utmost pride and loves to brag about it. Spencer would do anything for power, engaging in shady businesses and cooperating with the worst kind of people to get his way. All of this being kept under the rug using his wealth and status to their fullest.

Convinced everyone below the elite is just an insect, everyone denying it being just as worthless and that you must win using every dirty trick in the book, even if it hurts others, Spencer embodies everything wrong with the Gresleys.

His cruelty knows no limits as he cheered for the death of the main family and being frustrated over the two survivors, loves abusing others to feel stronger and he is fully willing to kill another person with no remorse as he tried with Hiro. His malice especially manifests in the form of his undying and deep-rooted hatred for Gordon. From childhood on Spencer already loved picking on his cousin and causing him pain. He always hated Gordon for being the same age and height as him while in the same position as him but in the main family instead, for surviving the accident, his pompous attitude, stubbornness, charisma and for avoiding the Gresleys.

Spencer swore to himself to destroy Gordon and to take everything away from him.

One idea he had for that was to get into a relationship with one of his closest friends, Henry, and to break him right under Gordon’s nose. While just being a tool to hurt Gordon, Spencer did enjoy dating Henry in his own twisted way. Loving to exploit Henry’s insecurities to control and abuse him physically and emotionally. This only ended when Henry got help from his friends to end it with Spencer, much to the latters dismay, especially with Gordon’s involvement in helping Henry. Still, Spencer gets a kick out of reminding Henry of their past relationship every time they cross paths.

Ryan Gresley

Age: 23

Height: 174 cm

Part of a Gresley branch family and Gordon’s great cousin. He grew up like every Gresley, under strict tutoring and attending a prestige academy. Ryan is rather modest and never liked those fancy, elite institutions and had poor grades on purpose that were just enough for passing the classes. Fully aware of how messed-up his family is, he tries his best to distance himself from them, openly avoiding any involvement with their businesses, following his passion on becoming a star track athlete instead. This leads to him being ostracized and ridiculed by his relatives, even his own parents and siblings.

Ryan is a very friendly, understanding and gentle young man, who just wants to live his life but also a massive pushover, who had almost given in on throwing away his dreams for the Gresley business multiple times but he persevered.

He decided to visit Gordon, another Gresley that wanted to distance himself from the family drama. They never met before so their first encounter was rather awkward and it also was during a stressful time on the island too. In that time Ryan also got into trouble with Thomas, who was in big trouble with Sir Topham Hatt himself. The two made amends and worked together to stop a pirate from stealing a treasure and became friends afterwards.

His kindness and his lack of a backbone makes him fall victim to the more mischievous people on Sodor, Bill, Ben and Diesel especially, Daisy also likes teasing him but it is more in an affectionate manner.

Ryan managed to bond with Gordon over their shared feelings of their family and he started to really admire him. He was especially touched when Gordon openly showed support for Ryan’s dream.

Sonny Evans

Age: 24

Height: 178 cm

An orphan, who was taken in by a smuggling ring. Sonny was trained in combat from childhood alongside other skills needed in that field. He was sent to Sodor for a mission alongside his two superior’s Baz and Bernie, who treated Sonny very poorly during that time. Trained to never question his superiors, he took the mistreatment despite his inner protests. In order to get more information, he was ordered to apply himself to work for Sir Topham Hatt and succeeded. 

Many were suspicious of him as he was gruff, rude, a loner and had something sinister in him according to the people he reluctantly interacted with. However, he started to warm-up to the people, who treated him like a normal person and he liked receiving praise for normal, non-illegal jobs. But when the time of their mission had arrived Sonny was doubtful, fighting with his implanted teaching to always obey.

He was found by Diesel, who still had to figure himself out after he left the organization he was part of. It was Diesel’s words that got through Sonny and gave him the necessary push to finally turn on the smuggling ring. He helped arrest Baz, Bernie and other henchmen, who sneaked on the island over time.

Thanks to Diesel’s help, Sonny’s involvement was completely covered up and he was allowed to stay. Unfortunately, his reputation has been ruined and most do not trust him anymore. He has to prove to everyone he changed and must not allow himself any mishaps. Sonny formed a close bond with Diesel due to their similar backgrounds and the fact that Diesel at the time was the only one who still trusted him. It took some time and help from Diesel but he managed to regain everybody’s acceptance after all.

Sonny still struggles with expressing himself in a socially appropriate way and to form bonds with others but he takes his second chance at life very seriously and always tries his best to improve himself.

Hiro Kawasaki

Age: 62 (at disappearance)

Height: 196 cm

A genius engineer from Japan carrying the title “Master of the Railway”, who visited Sodor many years ago to expand his horizons. He helped develop the island's railway system with his rich ideas, good advice and creativity. One night he went outside to get a clear head and spotted a mysterious figure in gold walking in the woods. The figure was so captivating, he couldn’t help but to follow it and find out what it was. The last thing he could remember was how he was veiled in a golden dust and fell unconscious. When he woke up he was found by a young boy named Thomas, who told him a golden whistle he had with him started to glow and Hiro appeared out of nowhere. 

Hiro soon learned he had disappeared from this world for multiple decades in a form of magical cryosleep and should long be dead by now. He also learned he is a paradox, someone who shouldn’t exist anymore but still does, a spirit from the past trapped in the present with a body given by gold dust. The most notable trait his body gave him was the inability to feel physical touch, including pain. It had its advantages but it made him feel his whole existence to be unnatural and wrong even more.  

Understanding he did not belong in this world anymore, he wished to return his soul to his home to rest. Shortly after Hiro was brought out of the hidden woods, he was introduced to the people of present Sodor. His politeness, calm and mature nature and dignified behavior made him very liked by everyone immediately, everyone but Spencer, who came to visit Sodor.

For reasons unbeknownst to everyone at the time, Spencer wanted to kill Hiro at all cost and almost succeeded if it weren’t for Thomas and the others protecting him, finding out that despite being a spirit, he still had a form of mortality. Hiro does not hold grudges and was ready to forgive Spencer and tried to make up with him regardless of everyone's protests. But they couldn’t become friends due to Spencer’s malice.

As much as he wants to go back home, he knows only on Sodor, where he was turned into a tangible spirit, he can find the solution to his problem. Meanwhile, he wants to accompany Thomas on his quest of unveiling the secret of the Golden Whistle as it can help them both.

Hiro offers assistance wherever he can using his wisdom and unbreakable spirit. He formed very close bonds with the people of Sodor, especially his little hero Thomas and the gentle giant Henry, who Hiro even surpasses in strength despite his age. 

Bill and Ben Bagnall

Age: 12 (Bill is the older twin by 10 minutes)

Height: 140 cm

A pair of twins that arrived on Sodor with their father Boris when they were five years old. Both are very mischievous, love pulling pranks on others or giving snarky remarks that can become quite morbid even. They are such troublemakers that people like Gordon call them “little demons”. They do all of this due to their lack of maturity and simply because they find it funny. They go to the same school as Thomas and Percy, who are their upperclassmen but they barely interact as even these cheeky teens are annoyed by the twins. Bill and Ben love picking on those older and bigger than them but they are ready to form temporary alliances with those if it means they can get an even better laugh out of a good prank through it.

Their habit of actively not listening to any adult that was not their father or Edward had driven many of their teachers mad and they serve as a visual reminder on how Thomas used to be and not to return to that.

The youthful pair may do anything together but their equal hot-headedness leads them to get into argumentative feuds that have to be resolved by BoCo. They often get compared to another pair of twins, that being Donald and Douglas and are told to take them as inspiration on how to be. That leads to Bill and Ben developing a strong resentment towards the Scottish Twins which grows even stronger by the fact that Donald and Douglas seem to be completely unaffected by their pranks and remarks and even outplay the younger twins every time.

The two lacked any form of self-reflection or fear of consequences until one prank they played threatened to get their father fired. They did everything in their power to make things right again, even asking, more begging, others for help. After everything was fixed again and BoCo could keep his job, they apologized to BoCo under tears, who then embraced his sons in a tight hug. 

Boris “BoCo” Bagnall

Age: 52

Height: 189 cm

Boris or “BoCo” moved to Sodor 7 years ago with his twin sons and quickly integrated himself with the community, getting along very well with Edward, frequently working with him. He is sensible, kind and has a good sense of humor. But he is also not afraid of speaking his mind and is very good at shutting people up with witty comebacks, something he had to learn when he had to deal with his mischievous sons. BoCo and Duck were the ones to make sure Edward would be welcomed back with respect when he was released from the hospital after his dangerous but heroic exploit. 

He also has clever ideas especially on how to make Bill and Ben behave for the moment or let them make up after an argument for example giving them tasks they could only solve together. Unfortunately he often has to take the blame for Bill and Ben’s misbehavior as they come to his workplace after school and cause trouble.

BoCo may be frustrated with their antics from time to time especially after the loss of his wife but he truly loves his sons and knows they actually are good boys.

[unpopularvivian]

Thomas: I have one hell of a stupid idea to defeat 16. Sixteen: *Fires a sniper shot that barley misses* Thomas: HOLY SHIT! Alright here goes nothing! *Runs at top speed into the smoke of the scrapyard* STH: What the hell are you doing!? Thomas: HEY SIXTEEN! EAT THIS! *Delivers one hell of a punch to the chin before slamming a piece of scrap down on his head* STH: Was that seriously you're plan!? Thomas: I highly doubt you had a better idea!

Sixteen: OWWW!!!!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

Thomas: HA!!!!! EAT MY FIST YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!!!

Sir Topham Hatt: *Spots the exit* Over there!!!!! Let's the fuck out of here!!!!!!

Sixteen: Oh, you are NOT leaving my dimension this early....

*Sixteen then summons a giant wall that completely blocks off the exit*

Thomas: NOOO!!!!!! OUR CHANCE TO ESCAPE IS GONE!!!!!!!!

Sixteen: In my world, nobody leaves here. How foolish you two to think that I was going to give you a chance? Ha! I loved the reactions of you two when all of your hopes got crushed.

Sir Topham Hatt: Well, there's one thing we can end this now.

Thomas: Don't you mean?

Sir Topham Hatt: Yes. A rap battle.

Sixteen: Well, well, well. Guess who wants to be put in a funeral? Alright, but you won't come out of this in one piece.

Sir Topham Hatt: I will prove you wrong.

[daughterofhecata]

Was ich auch sehr an den Rocky Beach Crimes Büchern schätze: complete and utter lack of romantic subplot*. Als aromantic Person kriege ich immer das Augenrollen, wenn sofort irgendwelche Untertöne her müssen, sobald es um erwachsene Figuren geht.

[* Viviannes Crush zähle ich nicht, weil der an Victor ja mal sowas von abgeprallt ist, und Mathilda und Titus zähle ich auch nicht, weil das kein Subplot war, sondern einfach Fakt.]

[thearwenschild]

Anspielungen auf andere ddf Fälle im blutrotem Kondor

In den Rocky Beach Crimes Büchern wimmelt es vor Anspielungen auf andere Fällen. Und da meine Freundin das Buch noch nicht gelesen hat, sammel ich sie mal. Sollte spoilerfrei sein und natürlich kein Anspruch auf Vollständigkeit.

Skinny entdeckt in Mrs Fowlers Haus "eine Bodenvase, die mit chinesischem Drachen-Motiv bedruckt war." Die drei Fragezeichen Der Fluch des Drachen (130)

Die Drei bekommen von Skinny eine neue Visitenkarte angedichtet: "Amnesie und Emotionen: Bob - Stan Silver - Andrews" Die drei Fragezeichen Der namenlose Gegner (149)

Skinny zu Lys: "Vielleicht kannst du sogar einen Esel oder ein Maultier mieten. Könnte natürlich ein riskanter Ritt werden, aber ich mische mich da nicht ein." Die drei Fragezeichen Der riskante Ritt (51)

"Unweit von hier hatte Skinnys Vater vor ein paar Jahren noch eine Ranch besessen. Eine Investition, die sich nicht gelohnt hatte. Sie war sogar richtig schiefgelaufen, woran Skinny nicht so ganz unschuldig gewesen war." Die drei Fragezeichen und das Aztekenschwert (23)

Im Historischen Forschungsinstitur hängen Gemälde der Argyll Queen und der Star of Panama Die drei Fragezeichen Der Phantomsee (2) Die drei Fragezeichen Das Gold der Wikinger (45)

Lys erzählt über ihre Schulzeit: "Als ich hier für ein paar Monate auf der Junior-Highschool war, haben wir seine Kurzgeschichte über eine bedrohte Ranch gelesen." Die drei Fragezeichen Die bedrohte Ranch (33)

Lys und Skinny unterhalten sich mit ein paar Polizisten über leichtsinnige Schatzsucher: " Samuel musste auf dem Gebiet der Familie Sanchez mal eine spektakuläre Kletteraktion genehmichen, um ein paar Jungen aus einer entlegenen Höhle zu retten. Und bei den Alvaros wurden Jugendliche auf der Suche nach einem Erbstück verschüttet." Die drei Fragezeichen Der lachende Schatten (13) Die drei Fragezeichen Das Aztekenschwert (23)

"Das wurde für die Goldgräberstadt Powder Gulch abgebaut." Die drei Fragezeichen Der Phantomsee (2)

Wärend Skinny und Lys im Universal Café sitzen laufen Kelly und Diego vorbei Die drei Fragezeichen Das Aztekenschwert (23)

Skinny besitzt ein Shirt der Band Death Planet Kommt mir bekannt vor, komme jedoch nicht auf die Folge

Zu Besuch bei seinen Eltern, findet Skinny in seinem Zimmer noch ein Schild der Party-Argentur FunDango Die drei Fragezeichen Im Zeichen der Schlange (157)

Skinny wird von seinem Nachbarjungen gefragt ob er "[den] Film mit den Kindern, die im Schloss von Drakula einen Kriminalfall lösen" hat Die drei Fragezeichen Erbe des Drachen

Sowohl Skinny als auch Yan wollen Professor Meeker einen Besuch abstatten Die drei Fragezeichen Der Lachende Schatten (13)

Skinny sagt zu seinem Spiegelbild "Da guckst du in die Röhre, was?" Die drei Fragezeichen Der Superpapagei (1)

Horace ´Beefy´ Tremayne ist der Herausgeber von Little Town Books und hilft Skinny Die drei Fragezeichen Der magische Kreis (27)

Lys leiht sich (vermutlich ohne zu fragen) Justs Motorrad aus Die drei Fragezeichen Der Biss der Bestie (146)

Yan brüllt "Den schnapp ich mir!"

Skinny wählt auf der Jukebox im Universal Café den Song In the Middle of the Night aus

Taavi bieten den alkoholfreien Cocktail Doppelte Täuschung an Die drei Fragezeichen Doppelte Täuschung (102)

FunFact am Ende: Skinny weiß welche Deomarke Bob benutzt und erkennt sie am Geruch.

[autisti-kat]

So ... The ILGA (International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Intersex Association) exclude and denounce an Israeli organisation that advocates for queer rights in Israel and supports refugees from Palestine who flee to Israel because of the persecution they face in their own home country - persecution that makes being queer in Palestine life-threatening.

Again, they make it painfully obvious that they do not actually care about Palestinians. They will actively go against the interests of the groups they claim to stand in solidarity with just because they hate Jews so much that they extend their hatred to any Arab or other non-Jew who is guilty of the "capital crime" (/s) that is being born or "even worse" (/s) seeking refuge in Israe. They would rather support the very people, groups and ideologies that murder queer Palestinians than work with Israelis (many of whom are very critical of the Israeli government but that's beside the point) to ... further queer rights and help queer people in need.

It's sad. It's very sad.

Queer Palestinians deserve better "spokespeople" than Westerners who constantly speak over them and would happily make the situation even worse for queer Palestinians if they get the chance to attack Israel somehow.

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Source: https://www.juedische-allgemeine.de/israel/lgbtq-dachverband-schliesst-israelische-gruppe-aus/?fbclid=IwY2xjawGUPjNleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHZWWZYAVha9V_zEP6V-3wWuoLNm818Ue3CCbRFpLPRlUFFd_25wkv4Qv4Q_aem_jdvNZsqpo_MVyvclCPOkaw (yes, I know it's in German, I'm not knowledgeable enough regarding English news outlets to know which ones are trustworthy)

[the-illegal-wizard-council]

The Council wishes to officially announce the newest members of The Illegal Wizard Council. We are very proud of them in a fatherly kind of way.

@the-necrobotanist, he/they - Nero The Necrobotanist - Head Necrobotanist and Ketamine Bear Researcher

@vivisection-and-vampyrism, he/they/it - Hart the Vivisector

@irrumabo-ego-solem, he/him - Fless Roicaff of the Stocky Jasmine - Chief Privateer

@the-druid-wizard, they/it - Aster Sage the Druid Wizard - Head of Nature Crimes

@number-crimes-wizard, he/him - The Wizard Accountant

@renegade4-13, any - Ryder The Revengeful

@greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat, she/her - Hatt the Hattest - Fastest Runner

@wozardpostingforwizards, he/it/they - Tavvy the Wozard

@not-wizard-council-aristocrat, he/they - not a wizard council aristocrat

as well as our newest, unpaid addition to the team, the @wizard-intern! they will be at your disposal at all times, forever.

*all details to be changed upon request.

We congratulate everyone and hope that you'll have a productive time doing crimes with us here in the council!

New members shall be admitted soon.

[void-botanist]

For the headcanon ask, I'm trying to choose between Tristan and Rodney. Can I ask for both please?

Absolutely you can, Sam!

Tristan

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian, no question, and almost always butch4butch.

Gender Headcanon: cis woman for whom being butch is like breathing, both in the "easy" and "necessary for living" ways

A ship I have with said character: she has her professor butch girlfriend Gil for that, but I could also imagine an alternate reality in which some of her nonromantic relationships with women (like Isabel or Celia) were somehow romantic instead.

A BROTP I have with said character: if we're looking for high levels of bro energy, her and Cady, no contest. For Friendship Is Unbreakable, her and Bo. For a vibe that intrigues me greatly but I have yet to fully explore, her and Isabel.

A NOTP I have with said character: any ship where she's with a man, especially just because of proximity (an example would be Tristan/Declan).

A random headcanon: I haven't really built out her backstory but I've always kind of imagined her not having a dad for some reason and Von becoming her father figure.

General Opinion over said character: she deserves the world and also an excuse to do ballroom dancing on the page.

Rodney

Sexuality Headcanon: gay, mostly attracted to bears and also a big enjoyer of t4t relationships.

Gender Headcanon: trans guy who has had top surgery.

A ship I have with said character: let's be honest Rodney ships himself with Allison even though he knows that even if it could happen he would never find it in himself to ask. Finding out that Allison is in an open relationship has been a devastating and impossible blow.

A BROTP I have with said character: Rodney and Isabel will never stop being the top shelf of brotps for me (yes I know they're related but). Same deal with Rodney and Hatt. However Rodney also grew up with Spinder around all the time, and they're good friends, but I really haven't explored that one enough. And like I said in a long-ago blorbo blursday post, Rodney and Gil are really mlm/wlw solidarity and they get along extremely well.

A NOTP I have with said character: Declan. I don't think it's squicky but I promise you it does not make as much sense as it might seem, not least because Declan has never considered himself not married.

A random headcanon: I don't know if I ever actually mentioned this but he has been accomplice to an actual crime, namely when Isabel broke into one of her exes' houses to take back her stuff and he stood watch. He also loves slimy foods.

General Opinion over said character: he is both my poor baby and extremely cool and admirable.

Send me a character!

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[lu-inlondon]

nochmal wegen Leo ist autistisch:

Genau deshalb mag ich auch dein "Leo ist obsessed mit Pflanzen"! Weil hey 💫special interest💫 is dann halt Pflanzen 🤷‍♂️

Is mir nur gerade eingefallen

Makes me happy

Oh, daran hab ich gar nicht gedacht, aber das ergibt total viel Sinn? 😯

Vor allem wie akribisch er dabei auch ist, inklusive den pH-Wert auslesen damit er ✨ganz genau✨ düngen kann…

Sorry my hand slipped

Eigentlich wollte Leo nur ein bisschen putzen, bevor Adam morgen wieder nach Hause kommt. 

Eigentlich. 

Adam war für ein paar Tage in Berlin, um sich mit alten Freunden zu treffen und Leo ist zuhause geblieben, hat die Stellung gehalten und gearbeitet. Sie können leider nicht immer zur exakt selben Zeit Urlaub nehmen, auch wenn sie das gerne würden, also macht Adam zweimal im Jahr Ausflüge zu Bekannten und Leo verbringt seinen Einzelurlaub damit, Caros Kinder zu hüten und den Superonkel zu spielen. 

Alles kein Problem. 

Natürlich vermisst Leo Adam. Er vermisst ihn immer irgendwie, auch wenn es nach einer Weile nicht mehr so schlimm ist. Dann tritt das Gefühl, dass da irgendwas an seiner Seite fehlt, in den Hintergrund und Leo kann sich auf andere Dinge konzentrieren. 

Wie auf die Arbeit, zum Beispiel. Oder die Tatsache, dass er das Bücherregal im Wohnzimmer schon länger nicht mehr abgestaubt hat. 

Im Büro stand heute nur Papierkram an, weshalb Leo p��nktlich Feierabend machen konnte. Er ist auf dem Heimweg sogar noch einkaufen gefahren, damit sie das am Wochenende nicht machen und in einer Schar von Familien ertränken und von Rentnern umgerannt werden, die das auch wirklich unter der Woche hätten erledigen können. 

Zuhause stellt er eine Maschine Wäsche an und schnappt sich dann seine Kopfhörer. Den True Crime Podcast, den seine Mutter ihm empfohlen hat, den kann er sich nicht anhören — berufsbedingt treibt der ihn in den Wahnsinn — aber er hat festgestellt, dass der Geschichtspodcast, den er entdeckt hat, wirklich super dafür geeignet ist, sich in monotoner Hausarbeit zu verlieren… 

“Leo?” 

Ihm entfährt ein kleiner Schrei als er zusammenzuckt und die Pflanze, die er gerade noch in der Hand hatte, fällt auf die Schuhablage vor ihm. Leo wirbelt herum und da steht Adam, mitten in ihrem Wohnzimmer, die Reisetasche noch über die Schulter geschlungen. 

Mit einem Mal werden Leo ein ganzer Haufen Dinge bewusst. 

Das einzige Licht in ihrem Wohnzimmer kommt von der Stehlampe neben dem Sofa, die er vorhin angeknipst hat, um nachzusehen, ob der kleine Glastisch geputzt werden muss. Scheinbar hat er vergessen sie auszuschalten, als er den Farn gegriffen hat. Draußen ist es schon stockdunkel und auch in den anderen Häusern in ihrer Straße scheint kein Licht mehr zu brennen. 

In seinen Ohren ist kein Podcast mehr. Die beruhigende Stimme, die Zahlen, Fakten und Umstände historischer Gegebenheiten erläutert ist längst verstummt und als Leo sein Handy aus der Tasche seiner Jogginghose zieht muss er feststellen, dass es tot ist und er die Warnung, dass es aufgeladen werden muss, überhört hat. 

Um ihn herum, auf dem Boden ihres Wohnzimmers, versammeln sich sämtliche Pflanzen, die Leo in den letzten Jahren gehortet hat. Die mit hängenden Lianen stehen auf ihrem Esstisch, um die Ranken nicht zu knicken und zu beschädigen, der Rest ist in einem Halbkreis um ihn herum aufgebaut. 

Irgendwann muss er sie alle eingesammelt haben. So ganz erinnern kann er sich nicht mehr daran. Leo muss in Gedanken versunken gewesen sein. 

Ihm ist auch gar nicht aufgefallen, dass er schon so lange auf dem Fußboden sitzt. Seine angewinkelten Knie tun schon ein bisschen weh, sein Hintern fühlt sich taub an und er hat ziemlich Hunger. 

Leo wirft einen Blick auf die Uhr und muss sich davon abhalten zu fluchen, als er sieht, wie spät es ist. Er hat Stunden hier unten verbracht und es nicht einmal bemerkt. 

Mit einem Ächzen — die Knie — richtet er sich auf. Kurz ist da ein Schwindelgefühl, dass ihn in Socken über den Boden rutschen lässt, während er auf Adam zugeht. 

Adam lässt seine Reisetaschen fallen und zieht Leo an sich. Ohne darüber nachzudenken, schmiegt Leo sich in die Umarmung. 

“Du bist ja schon zurück”, murmelt er und haut einen Kuss auf Adams Hals, was die einzige Stelle Haut ist, die er so erreichen kann. “Ich dachte, du kommst erst morgen.” 

Es ist ganz gut, dass er sich an Adam festhalten kann. Jetzt, wo Leo steht, merkt er erst wirklich, wie müde er ist. Und es ist schön, dass er sein Gesicht für einen Moment an Adams Schulter vergraben kann, damit sein Partner nicht sieht, wie unangenehm Leo das Chaos ist, in dem er ihn aufgefunden hat. 

Adam zuckte mit den Schultern. “Hab einen früheren Zug nehmen können und den Anschluss hierher noch geschafft.” Er löst sich von Leo, damit er ihm ins Gesicht sehen und ihn anlächeln kann. “Ich hab dich vermisst, weißt du?” 

“Ich hab dich auch vermisst.” 

“Hast du darum den Urwald hier versammelt?” 

“Sorry”, meint Leo leise und will sich schon von Adam losmachen, um aufzuräumen, als er seine langen Finger um Leos Handgelenk legt und ihn festhält. 

“Ist doch kein Problem”, versichert er ihm. “Ich hab nur nicht erwartet, dich drei Uhr morgens hier zu finden. Dachte eigentlich, du schläfst sicher schon.”

Jetzt ist es an Leo, mit den Schultern zu zucken. “Eigentlich wollte ich nur ein bisschen Staub wischen. Ich muss die Zeit vergessen haben.” 

“Staub- Ah!” Adams fragendes Stirnrunzeln wandelt sich in ein wissendes Grinsen, als er die Puzzleteile zusammensetzt. “Du hast die Pflanzen aus dem Bücherregal genommen, um in die Zwischenräume zu kommen. Dann hattest du sie eh alle einmal aus dem Regal genommen und dachtest dir, dass du auch gleich umtopfen und Ableger nehmen kannst.” 

Leo ist sich ziemlich sicher, dass auch noch irgendwann geplant war, dass er die Bücher neu sortiert — das nimmt er sich schon seit Monaten vor — aber dass Adam ihn so gut kennt, treibt ihm ein Lächeln auf die Lippen. “Sowas in der Art”, murmelt er und kann beinahe vergessen, dass er im Regal nie gewischt hat und dass der Staubwedel immer noch auf einem der Regalbretter liegt. 

“Cool.” Adam platziert einen Kuss auf Leos Nasenspitze, als wäre das alles ganz normal und nicht manchmal ein ziemlich nerviges Problem. “Hast du gegessen?” 

Wie auf Kommando knurrt Leos Magen. 

“Scheinbar nicht,” erwidert Adam mit einem Grinsen. “Was hältst du davon, wenn ich uns jetzt die beiden Notfall-Tiefkühlpizzen warm mache, wir in der Zwischenzeit die Pflanzen auf den Esstisch stellen, damit du morgen weitermachen kannst und wir dann ins Bett gehen?”, schlägt er vor und lächelt dabei selig weiter.  

“Ich könnte auch schnell-”

“Leo”, unterbricht Adam ihn sanft. “Wenn du jetzt weitermachst, dann sitzt du noch bis morgen Mittag. Ich weiß doch, wie lange das dauern kann.” Er grinst schief, sodass sich das leichte Grübchen auf seiner Wange zeigt. “Lass und was essen und dann ins Bett gehen. In ein paar Stunden, wenn wir beide ausgeschlafen haben, geht das sicher viel besser.” 

Eine Welle aus Liebe und Dankbarkeit überkommt Leo. Er weiß, dass es oftmals nicht einfach ist, mit ihm zusammen zu leben. Er ist schwierig, hat ganz genaue Vorstellungen von Ordnung und Sauberkeit, die er gleichzeitig nur selten einhalten kann, weil er viel zu müde ist. Er sammelt Pflanzen wie ein Verrückter und vergisst über ihre Pflege hinaus, dass die Welt um ihn herum auch noch existiert. 

Aber Adam ist trotzdem da. Adam hat kein Problem damit, nimmt die Situation, so wie sie ist, ohne zu lamentieren, wie sie sein könnte. Stattdessen schlägt er vor, was sie machen können, damit Leo nicht noch mehr Zeit verliert oder ganz vergisst, dass sein Körper Nahrung und Schlaf braucht. 

“Okay”, stimmt er zu und erwidert Adams Lächeln. “Ja, klingt nach einer guten Idee.” 

“Sehr gut.” Adam deutet mit dem Kinn auf das Chaos auf ihrem Wohnzimmerfußboden. “Willst du schonmal anfangen? Ich komme auch gleich." 

Mit einem Nicken löst Leo sich widerstrebend von seinem Partner. Er dreht sich um, um auf dem Esstisch genug Platz zu schaffen, damit zumindest die kleineren Töpfe alle drauf passen. 

“Oh, Adam?” ruft er ihm in den Flur hinterher und wartet, bis er wieder im Türrahmen des Wohnzimmers auftaucht. “Danke.” 

Adam zwinkert ihm zu. “Kein Problem.”