#oc u-505

[greatwesternway]

How did Pioneer and U-505 start talking? What made U-505 allow himself that friendship?

It's important to understand that U-505's not denying himself friendship in being stand-offish. And this is also not related to the rules he has to observe as a war machine because Pioneer is a civilian engine.

U-505 allowed Pioneer to start teaching him English within a month or two of his arrival in May in 1960. Up until then, U-505 had gleaned a few words on his own, but he'd been set up outside by himself since 1954 and the museum would have someone who could speak German talk to him if needed. He didn't need to speak to the visitors really so it just wasn't something he'd ever sought to learn.

But having Pioneer installed next to him... trains are social machines. They work closely with one another and they talk. And Pioneer was built to be especially talkative as Burlington's flagship engine.

But moreover, the reason U-505 made the effort is because he admired the way Pioneer took to preservation.

It was obviously a much different scenario for U-505, since his preservation is not one celebrating his existence and it also involved the loss of his sea-worthiness. In that regard, Pioneer was in a much better position. Still, he struggled, as most engines do, with the change in duties. It's why early on in his letters to Pilot, before he realizes he's been rescued from scrap and is grateful to be at the IRM, that Pioneer says that preservation can feel like a demotion. It's hard for an engine to have to come to terms with the end of his service life.

The way Pioneer responded to this, though, was to set those feelings aside and put his best effort into being a good and engaging exhibit. As we've said, he's already got a lot of transferable skills to do this, but U-505 had never seen a machine like this. He didn't know much English, but he could still tell that Pioneer was trying very hard to adapt and not to complain or be ungrateful.

Pioneer would sometimes talk at U-505 just to entertain himself or to make a gesture at including him in conversation with his cars, but U-505 made the first actual attempt at talking. He asked Pioneer, in very broken English, how fast he went. And Pioneer told him; 112 miles per hour. Then Pioneer asked U-505 how fast he went. Which U-505 could not tell him because his speed is measured in knots. They got their guides to help the next day.

Things would have been quite friendly in the yard by now if it weren't for 2903.

See, the problem is, 2903 is wartime build. Because light metals were needed to build airplanes, all that railroad works could get was heavy metal. Too heavy for diesel motors to carry. So they made the 2900 class fuck-off big steam engines instead. Unfortunately, because steam is very costly to run and maintain, this meant that 2903's service life was incredibly short compared to most engines, only 11 years. He is resentful of the effect the war had on his service life and U-505 is a very broad target for those feelings.

He also did not take to preservation as well as Pioneer did, being that he is literally Just Some Guy and had no expectation of ever being put in this position. Having watched Pioneer's transition to preservation work comparatively, 2903's refusal or inability to meet the job left U-505 with a poor impression of him. What little English U-505 had at his disposal could be used to toss a glib barb or two 2903's way.

2903 (and 999 when she joins the yard the next year) hassled Pioneer a lot for fraternizing with an enemy unit. It doesn't bother Pioneer because it's not that serious in the grand scheme of things. U-505 does not like being a source of trouble for him though and regrets that Pioneer got put in the yard with him first.

This is the reason why he's reluctant to entertain 727. It's not that he doesn't like her or isn't flattered (if bewildered) by her attentions. It's that he thinks she's better off not getting herself involved with him. It hasn't done Pioneer any favors.

But by the time 727 arrives at the museum, 2903 has been moved to the IRM, 999 has been away for a couple years for refurbishment, and the social dynamic in the museum has changed for it.

It's actually 999 that convinces him to give in. Asks if there isn't something in his prize rules about having to accept when an American wants a smelly old boat for reasons she couldn't possibly fathom. There's not - 727 isn't a war machine - but it says something that 999 is trying to find a justification for the idea.

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sweet

sam carpenter x OC

(with a lil bit of tara x y/n, hehe also same au as the jealousy au)

warnings; grammatical errors

a/n; add my discord ;)) kyofilmss

· carpensam

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carpensam stop making out Infront of me

– tara · @ tarafilms

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oh wait, you don't have one

– sam · @ carpensam

don't talk to me with that attitude, when you don't even pay the bills

– tara · @ tarafilms

leave me alone

· rueweb

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rueweb date w my girl, can you also give my jacket back?

– mindy · @ mindymarts

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– chad · @ vcchad

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– rue · @ rueweb

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– chad · @ vcchad

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– tara · @ tarafilms

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– y/n · @ ynartist

congratulations ig? can u leave your sister and her girlfriend alone 😭

– tara · @ tarafilms

you’re so boring

– y/n · @ ynartist

is that so? ok

– tara · @ tarafilms

baby, I'm joking, don't ignore me ☹️

– sam · @ carpensam

you're stupid

· THE FRIEND GROUP.

sam , tara , y/n , chad , mindy , anika , liv , amber , wes

amber ; @ carpensam, tell us about your girlfriend

I'm invested in your relationship with her

sam ; I'd want to share it but, she wants to keep it low-key

liv ; low-key sucks, convince her to reveal it

amber ; invite her tomorrow, pleasee

chad ; yea, i promise it'll be fun with her

y/n ; don't force her if she doesn't want to go

tara ; y/n, you suck

y/n ; 👍.

y/n has left the gc

mindy ; if you don't go after ur girl, ill go after her

tara ; STOP MINDY

anika ; you like y/n?

chad ; okay, can we go back to the topic

sam ; don't..

amber ; just ask her If she wants to go with us

sam ; okay fine, but if she doesn't want too, she doesn't.

tara added y/n to the gc

y/n has left the gc

tara added y/n to the gc

y/n has left the gc

tara added y/n to the gc

y/n has left the gc

tara added y/n to the gc

anika ; CAN YOU BOTH STOP

wes ; wes is dead

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– rue · rueweb

sam ; hi rue! uhm, can i ask you?

rue ; of course, what is it sam?

sam ; do you wanna go to Starbucks tom,if your free?

rue ; of course, I'd like too!!

sam ; but are you okay if my friends are there? i don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

rue ; that's sweet of you that you worry about me baby, sure I'd like to meet your friends.

sam ; great! ill pick you up tomorrow at 3PM?

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sam ; yea sure, what is it?

rue ; is tarafilms your lil sis? she looks cute

sam ; oh yea, BUT she has a girlfriend.

rue ; jealous much? i only love youu

sam ; yes, and i love you more. i don't want people stealing you away from me

rue ; that's sweet love, and also im going to get my clothes ready.

sam ; excited much?

rue ; yes babyyy

a/n; request pls

[siderods]

YIPPEE

Since the new The Future Is Still Silver And Black (made by @monstrosoupdate & @djangodurango) came out I figured I should do more screenshots!

U-505's christmas story near the end stole the show for me, but unfortunately there's no u-boat model for either Rolling Line or Trainz, so his museum-mates will just have to tell him about all the festivities I suppose.

How cute, they're even looking out for hi- oh.

I guess U-505 wasn't the only one the gang decided was in need of a bath. Better luck next time, 999!

And now for the other side of the coin! I'm not one to deprive Silver Pilot of the Joy and Whimsy of wintertime, so here he is one one of his EMD relatives up above!

..and i've run out of shennangians now so it's time for some more oc stuff!

Namely a funny lil mixup including a very confused Mutt being hooked to the Godesses while Silver Pilot has to stare down the Cryptid Of the Week™ without dropping his frames into his trucks with fear

Back to the land of Trainz, we have Pioneer sizing up a very.. different type of horror before finding a few friends to settle down and chat with, namey Dean, Judah, and The Mosue.

All in all, amazing work on this update! Looking forward to the next!

[haunted-headset]

music OC challenge or whatever

based on this image

Dover Beach (girl)

Hazel (appearance)

Fall In Love With A Girl [Orla Gartland Version] (color scheme)

Starstruck (current life)

So Long (personality)

Model Buses (love life)

Smokey Eyes (fears)

I Love You So (family)

505 (mindset)

R U Mine? (motives)

i swear to god (childhood)

Concrete (s/o)

feel free to do this!

tags: @vopixx @zuuriell @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @o-kye @stars-around-scars-collective

[ollythepikman]

harvey fan?? and also into ow?? that's so cool ‼️ you should totally just ramble about harvey (either headcanons or just whatever) because i love hearing what others have to say about the silly guy. please ignore how empty my main is i never post on here other than on my goofy sideblogs n that's it 😭 but i hope you're also having a good day!

Hello! I can totally rant about Harvey as he is my favorite little goober.

Also I’m very sorry if this comes out very randomly I’m not that good of a writer

Height: 6”2

Sexuality: pansexual, acespec, polyamorous

Gender: trans masc (he/they)

I’ve played sdv for about 505 hours at least and like I’ve married Harvey I think 4ish times here are my hcs!

I feel like him and Shane would have been friends when they were like 6-14 until Shane’s parents stop letting him visit the valley. When Shane goes on his ark I feel like Harvey would help him with his gender transition (I also hc Shane as trans masc lolz) which not getting gender affirming care would rlly affect his mental health. When Harvey was younger I could totally see him being super into Pokémon spending most of his time on it. Rlly weird hc I may be just self projecting but I feel like he would have been a Warriors kid trying to get Elliott into the books when they were younger. I do ship Shane and Harvey. Harvey would just suck at any type of video game. He would bleach the tips of his hair to look younger (it doesn’t work to well)

I hc his voice as three different voices: early transition I feel like he would sound like raggedy Andy from that one 1970s movie and then after his transition I feel like his voice would either settle as a John Mulaney type voice or he would just sound like the main singer for they might be giants. (Which I think fits him more)

He listens to Jack Stauber after Sam introduces it to him, his favorite songs from him would be buttercup, Doctor, and dinner is not over so basically only the rlly happy upbeat songs

Songs I immediately associate with him are Love grows, Doctor worm, Dinner bell, and Good old-fashioned lover boy

He would kinda hate PDA anything more than a hug, holding hands, or a cheek kiss he doesn’t like as he fears it may make him look unprofessional.

He is a victim of deez nuts jokes

He’s my lil goober with social anxiety and autism

His autumn outfit would consist of a baggy sweater with a beanie and gloves

Winter outfit would have a puffy jacket with a scarf covering his mouth/nose he would force Shane into wearing a coat

He would be the best father if he had kids

Shane convinced Harvey to smoke weed with him once and he immediately greened out lmao

He loves to cuddle with whoever he’s dating especially in the cooler months

A bit of self projection with this one but he HATES the feeling of foam like that crafting foam

He’s vegetarian

He would be a musical fan and a theatre kid

Depending on like the timeline I’m playing/the oc I’m using I hc see him a bit differently like if I’m using my oc named Soil he’s 35 he’s on HRT and he hasn’t gotten top surgery, if I use Abraham I hc him as 40ish he’s fully transitioned, and if I’m using Book he’s 35 and fully transitioned

And please please PLEASE if you wanna hear any more hcs from sdv or ow or unicorn wars please ask! I love to rant about things!

Edit: here’s a playlist I made for Harvey Art by dustlicious on tumblr https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7JvpKTQkbebOfh2996jYOh?si=AF4_I1fbS6-k6tuc1sHXyA&pi=u-V7ByQUHVS0i2

[fire-but-ashes-too]

HI YOU LOOK COOL also i saw your froggy hat drawing and aasifods its so cute

also as someone who literally exclusively listens to like one thing which songs would you associate with your characters ? i'm curious

HIIII U LOOK VERY COOL TOO

okokokok I was LITERALLY thinks Ng about this yeaterdayyyyy aghghh why didn't I write it down nn

Alex: FAMILY LINE BY CONAN GRAY. ABSOLUTELY. also another song I can't remember now but it's probably in the same topic/style

OHHH YES I KNOW DADDY ISSUES BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

Anne: Runaway by AURORA for obv reasons and I am not a robot by MARINA cause she had her left arm removed so she has the.. the.. HOW IS IT CALLEDDDDDD THE THING. THAT THING. like the robotic arm?? that one

Indigo: Shatter me by Lindsey Stirling (that song is so good istg the vibessss) Oh No! by MARINA(lots of marina in here hehehe) Right there where you left me by Taylor Swift aaaaand ...what are we by Lizzy McAlpine!

Lee: literally anything from PORTALS by Melanie Martinezzzzzzzz

The-nameless-protagonist: My little dark age by 505 by Arctic Monkeys and My tears ricochet by Taylor Swift

Claire(new oc I drew yesterday hehe): Gods and Monsters by Lana del Rey, Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene by Hozier aand uhh definetly something by Florence + the Machine, i just cant remember what

TADAAAAAA

now ill definetly start doing playlists for ocs cause it helps me sm to associate them with songs, AND NOW I HAVE ACTUALLY TIMEEEEEE AAAHHHH

[kurokrisps]

What songs do you associate with your ocs?

May is pretty much my primary OC at the moment and my thoughts are plagued by her daily so ima just do hers.

May Davis (SDJ)

Marceline - Lil God Dan

Boot - Tamar-kali

Sweet November - SZA

DARK BEACH - PASTEL GHOST

Miss Negativity - Night Club

Minerva - Deftones

Do You Think I'm A Whore? - Kittie

Just Like You - Falling in Reverse

Sonne - Rammstein

Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare All) - Type O Negative

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And ima add songs I associate with her ships just bc.

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Jack x May

Gingerbread Man - Melanie Martinez

Always Forever - Cults

Me And My Husband - Mitski

Slipping Away - Angel J. Nelson

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd ft. Lana Del Rey

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Don't You Want Me - The Human League

Using You - Mars Argo

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Ian x May

Norman F*cking Rockwell - Lana Del Rey

You're Not Here - Silent Hill OST/Akira Yamaoka

I don't smoke - Mitski

Highschool Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez

Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez

Sweet Jane - Cowboy Junkies

I Hate U - SZA

Boys Like You - Tanerelle

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Shaun x May

Bad Habits - Steve Lacy

Sure Thing - Miguel

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras

505 - Arctic Monkeys

A New Kind of Love - Frou Frou

[annesthaeticc]

505 | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

505 | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

| a song fic; 505 by Arctic Monkeys (listen to the song here)

| angst, implied smut, fluff

| 2323 words

| set on The Empty Hearse. Sherlock finally comes back to the land of the living. Is it truly possible that after two years, he'll be welcomed back?

NOTE: this is my first time to write a character/reader pairing, and my first time here on tumblr. any suggestion/support would be truly welcome! hope you enjoy reading this story! <3

I’m going back to five-oh-five. If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive.

Sherlock’s eyes adjusted through the light that flooded the quiet plane cabin. The bright yellows and whites hurt his eyes, his pale blue eyes that were so recently used to squinting through the dark during his stint abroad. He quietly groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat before opting to open the curtain that covered the window. There he saw the little lights below the airplane. Reds, yellows, and whites, some were blue, some were green. Wisps of clouds pass through. He watched the sight through the window silently while his brain rebooted from his uneasy sleep.

Two years. He was gone for two years. And it suddenly struck him like a lightning bolt. He had fallen and risen, like some modern messiah. He smirked at himself at the thought. He was Sherlock Holmes after all. He was known to be indestructible. But his fall, his demise, his cruel fate hurt the ones he left behind. The ones he vowed to protect no matter what the cost, in this case, two years of playing dead.

Now he cannot help but wonder, will he be welcomed back like a hero? A savior of some sort? No, he grumbled to himself. What he truly wants is to come back to 221B, be himself again, the only one consulting detective, to solve countless cases with John, and to be with you.

In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side. With your hands between your thighs.

For a moment, Sherlock let himself become sentimental. If he was going to be honest, he missed you. So damn much. Every day in those two years, you occupied a small part of his mind, and his heart. You were always there. If he was going to be honest, your image wasn’t a distraction, but rather an inspiration. The image of you sleepily smiling up at him in the morning urged him to open his eyes at dawn and get up, no matter how in need he is of sleep. The image of you quietly sitting next to him reading a book, eyes burrowed in focus pushed him to strategize and make plans more efficiently. The image of you: eyes rolling back, lips swollen and slack and sighing in pleasure teased him, yes, but it greatly helped him to avoid any injury and fatality. He fought his enemies with such passion and strength, just like when the two of you were embraced in that passionate bubble, fighting for release. Soon, Sherlock was thinking of ways to properly surprise you with his return.

Oh when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.

How he greatly missed you. He missed everything about you. Especially your eyes. Your emerald greens staring intensely at his ocean blues whenever you were having a row over the toxic materials stored in the fridge. Your hands that were delicate and warm, the lingering touch of your hands left its mark on his hands, his arms, his neck, in fact, it left a burning trail all over his body. He craved for your touch. That touch that he’s known, memorized. He knew the places where you made your mark; on his shoulders and his arms were indentions of your nails as you scream in ecstasy, and on his neck where you not so delicately wrapped your fingers against his pulse but easing it with gentle kisses as you ride him to the brink of pleasure.

Sherlock hummed quietly to himself as he replayed the memories. He closed his eyes as he pressed play on the VCR that was stored in your room in his mind palace. He drifted away to sleep, knowing he had a few hours until touchdown.

Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark. The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.

After a short meeting with Mycroft, he reacclimatized himself to London. His home. He breathed in its city smell, he felt the busy city thrum through his veins, he saw the sights that said, ‘this is London UK’, he was finally Sherlock Holmes again, back again in his home. Ready to meet his dearest best friend; the good doctor and his blogger John Watson, he stepped in the Landmark Hotel. Scratch ‘ready’, his nerves started to grate soon as he brushed past the diners of the restaurant. Soon enough, he came up with a bad surprise. Soon enough, John tackled him to the ground, beating the life out of him. A few more punches were thrown, and they were kicked out of two locations, Sherlock was sporting a bloody nose and a possible broken jaw. Boy, John can truly throw a punch, Sherlock thought to himself.

“You hurt her so much Sherlock. I just hope she’ll forgive you, cause I, your bloody best friend, find it very hard to do so.” John said to him, his voice breaking. John witnessed you spiral down after Sherlock’s ‘death’ and he helped you get through it. Sherlock gave him a small nod and finally they parted.

Smirking to himself, he walked the streets of London, wiping his nose every once in a while. So much for a perfect start of his return. Molly next, then Gerard, then Mrs. Hudson. Finally, you. Save the best for the last, some said.

I’m going back to five-oh-five. If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive.

The last three meetings were successful, he managed to avoid Mrs. Hudson’s frying pan and a concussion. Now, he was clean, free of any blood, his shirt new and his ruffled, he was finally ready to come back to you. He walked to your place and rode the elevator up to your floor. In his hand was a balled-up piece of paper that contains your flat information, and a small speech. He needn’t to have this, he could’ve memorized it in seconds, but he clutched it in his sweaty palms just to feel secure. He paused at your door; 505, it proudly beamed as the light reflected through the shiny metal. He drew in a breath, a steadying breath before all his functions seemed to panic. Before he knew it, he was pacing on the hallway, muttering to himself. His pacing stopped as he heard the sound of the door jiggling open. He stood there, frozen right at your door when you swung the door open. You were occupied with collecting your keys, but it dropped to the ground with a loud sound as your eyes finally landed to his.

Frozen in time, place, and in the moment, you regarded him with glassy eyes and trembling lips. You must be truly going insane at this point, the hallucinations of him stopped just recently, and now it seems, it feels you’re back at it. It’s a fucking joke, it feels like a stupid punchline, to see him standing right in front of you; dressed in his signature clothes, his expression mirroring yours and his hair ruffled just how you liked it and how he has grown to like it.

Finally gathered his courage, Sherlock cautiously stepped closer to you. You finally released the breath you were trying hard to hold in, and the tears freely flowed out of your eyes. He took another step and a loud crack resounded through the hallway. You slapped him. All the anger and pent-up emotions started to bubble inside you. Sherlock sniffed and looked down, and you notice he was on the verge of crying too. Now he was faced with two choices; to leave (again), or to stay and say whatever he was dying to say. He opted to stay. He sniffed again and hastily wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill. You watched him; your vision blurry because of your tears. He finally looked up at you, and the words fell out of his pretty cupid bow’s lips.

“I’m sorry.”

But I crumble completely when you cry. It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye.

Two words to make up for the last two years of his absence in your life. You were hurt, deeply hurt, and right now, you want nothing but to slam the door to his sorry face. But you were overcome with the overwhelming feeling of love. You love him so much it hurts to see him right now, alive and well, you love him so much to the point you want nothing but to embrace him and remind him that you are one of the constants in his life now; you will be always there to welcome him back.

You suddenly moved and wrapped your arms around him. Hugging him tightly, Sherlock feared the two of you might collapse in shortness of breath. But he reciprocated, he wanted nothing but to stay in your embrace, his head buried against your hair. And now, within the safety and warmth of his body, you retracted your hands, burying your face against them, crying.

He hates it when you cry. He secretly hates it when you get his shirt wet with tears, it just reminds him that he hurt you; hence the habit of burying your face in your hands whenever you cry. But this time, he removed your hands from your face. His crime, clear as day in front of him. He broke your heart and he admits it himself that he is guilty. He held your hands, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he said and planted his forehead against yours, his curls tickling you. He knows this was your favorite romantic gesture. And it was painful to experience. You were still clueless if everything that was happening was even real.

“Please tell me I’m not going insane, please tell me you’re not a hallucination.” you cried.

“I’m not, I’m here. Here, give me your hand.” he said and you complied. He planted your hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating rapidly, he held it there. More tears escaped your eyes as you refused to look at him. But he tipped your chin upwards, your gazes finally met.

You can see him. You can hear him. You can smell him; his Tom Ford cologne and aftershave. You can feel him; hands wrapped around yours, heart beating hard against your hand.

“You’re real. You’re here.” you assured yourself.

“I am. I’m sorry, I really am. I know, those two words are not enough to apologize for my absence for the last two years. But do you remember my promise to you? I promised you I’ll always come back to you. I’ll always find you. Whenever and wherever you are. Because I simply refuse to lose you. This is me coming back to you, if only you’ll have me.” he said, wiping the tears that were flowing from your eyes.

“And I promised you, I’ll wait for you. I always will, Sherlock. You are the love of my life.” you said, cupping his cheek and caressing his face.

“And you are mine. Promise me you’ll let me make it up to you?” he asked and planted a kiss on your head.

“I promise.” you answered him with zero hesitations.

Sherlock leaned down and softly kissed you. Pouring out his love, his undying and passionate love for you that you so greatly missed when he was gone. The two of you broke apart, eyes glassy, hearts beating fast, pulses racing. Apologies and promises were made and sealed with a loving kiss, you turned and opened the door of your flat, flat number five-of-five, and led Sherlock inside, connecting your lips once more before locking the door.

I'm going back to five-oh-five. If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive. In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side. With your hands wrapped around mine and a smile.

You were surfacing from your sleep, humming in content as you felt his soft and gentle but calloused fingers trace your arm and your sides. Soon, his kisses followed. Forming a map on your bare back and shoulders. His lips made contact on your pulse point and you finally roused yourself from slumber. You turn to face him, his features soft against the blue light that was peeking through your bedroom window. The dawn was breaking, and so was his lips, breaking into a smile. You snuggled closer to him, trapping him to your body and he had no desire to refuse. Bare body against his, the desire to have him again was starting to stir, but both of you were tired as the two of you managed to tire each other just mere hours ago.

“What time is it?” you hummed against his chest.

“Five minutes past five in the morning.” he replied, his voice deep.

“Do you really have to leave?” you asked.

“I do. But I can always come back.” he said, carding his fingers through your hair.

“No, I’ll meet you there, back at home.” you quietly said, and planted a soft kiss on his chest. He shifted and propped himself above you, he was gazing at you like you were the only one that mattered.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Like what?” he said, tracing his hand down your arms, holding your hand and planting soft kiss on your knuckle.

“Like I’m the love of your life?” you raised your eyebrow at him and fought a smile.

“Because you are. You are the love of my life.” Sherlock said, planting his forehead against yours.

“And you are mine.” you answered him, the words pouring out of your lips to his.

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( the last lyric was actually "with your hands between your thighs" i changed it to "with your hands wrapped around mine" to make it more fluffy ♡ listen to the song here )

[pinketine]

I, an utter fool, thought I was beginning to get over Jotakak

And then I heard the Line without a Hook remix with mxmtoom and I am crying in the club all over again

I hate it here, curse you Araki

[ask-evelyn-hemlock]

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Happy 400 posts too ! ^^ 

[greatwesternway]

you mentioned there are strict rules for war machines, what else does that entail?

So at the basic level, war machines from the losing side of a war will submit to those from the winning side. When the war's over, it's over and it's time to settle up. There's some room to save face in that on an individual level in that you can't just claim prizes because your side won. You do actually have to be able to win that fight. This is what saves keeps U-505 from being conscripted into the war planes' games. Spitfire might be able to beat him in an actual battle at sea, but he'd not be able to beat him at one of the museum's sanctioned, pulled-punched brawls.

(That his exhibit is separate and much more somber in nature to the broader plane exhibit also exempts him from getting involved in their playfights, but that's not really anything to do with the Rules.)

As it is, these kind of situations are rare: there's not that many places where war machines from separate sides of a war are in any position to need to navigate these politics.

Unfortunately for U-505, he particularly is subject not only to the same rules all war machines adhere to, but also the subset under prize rules. He is the sole victim of the great irony of prize rules, in fact.

So prize rules are a gentleman's agreement from 18-fuckety-two that basically said that passenger ships aren't allowed to be sunk at all and if you were going to sink or capture a merchant ship, you had to ensure its crew were "in a place of safety" first. Only warhips and merchant ships who were a threat could be sunk without warning. This was all well and fine until WWI when they started using submarines.

See, generally the fix for when you wanted to sink a merchant ship but be cool about it was you'd take the crew prisoner. Failing that, you could let them float in life jackets if they were near to land or you could wait until another boat came by to rescue them. U-505 once sunk a Dutch ship and had a nice evening palling around with the guys from her crew before they were rescued.

But the problem in general is that submarines were more or less exclusively used for taking out merchant ships and operated necessarily by stealth and so having to abide by prize rules didn't really jibe with the modus operandi. Submarines were also not built to take prisoners or capture other ships. There's enough room in there for their own crew and little else. That nice evening with the Dutch crewmen could only happen because there weren't any other ships around to threaten U-505.

So, on account of submarine warfare, prize rules were largely abandoned in WWII.

Mostly.

You can probably guess the rest of this story.

The first ship captured by the U.S. Navy since 18-fuckety-two is a submarine. And despite the irony of him being a class of ship that did away with adherence to prize rules... his captors did follow those rules for him, despite having no obligation to even if they were observing those rules properly since U-505 was a warship.

All 58 of his remaining crew - the entire manifest save for one causality - were rescued, taken prisoner, and by most accounts were treated quite well considering. This means that U-505 is then obliged and motivated to meet his end of the deal. As a captured prize, he accepts that he's U.S. property in general and Guadalcanal's in particular (who was the only one in the task force strong enough to haul him home) and cooperates with orders given (within an acceptable margin of insubordination). And it might not seem it, but this is the dignified thing to do in this event, particularly since his crew were spared.

For as much as he would have preferred to sink that day, U-505 does harbor gratitude for the U.S. Navy's mercy. It's a large imposition to take on 58 prisoners. That he stands now as a monument to U. S. sailors lost in war, his own crew survived and made it home eventually. Most U-boat crews didn't. So that's the bargain as he sees it. He continues to serve this obligation to this day, well after all his crewman have passed on, because that those rules were observed for him is one of the few measures on which he considers himself fortunate.

[retrojaguartist]

Early concept work of me just tryna get used to drawing her 😔👌

[thesunnyshow]

Name: hi, i am nyx  Age: 20 years old Writing Blog URL(s): jungcity.tumblr.com | v-asl.tumblr.com 

Nationality: filipino Languages: english, filipino Star Sign: pisces! MBTI: infp-t Favorite color: white accentuated by silver Favorite food: it’s sweet and spicy chicken garlic!! Favorite movie: hmmm, it’s prolly flipped because that movie was so cute :,)  Favorite ice cream flavor: rocky road!! Favorite animal: it’s gonna be cats!! although i love lions so much because of narnia :,( Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? coffee :,) Go-to karaoke song: i don’t sing agskh the world would end if i would 

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i think it’s me writing about jaehyun??? since he’s the king of fanfiction, especially in ncity nowadays. 

What fandom(s) do you write for?  nct + wayv

When did you post your first piece? three days ago!! that would be august 4 i guess???

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i don’t really much write fluff since i don’t have any idea how to write a good fluff!! :( this has been an issue every time i write some au’s. so im always ending up writing and focusing more on angst. it’s the genre i know best. well, crack… it’s hard to make the readers laugh when you can’t even make their tooth ache from sweetness with your fluffy writings. :( smut… i don’t write smut explicitly any more. i’m more on the suggestive side rn. 

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc  i write OC’s especially when im writing a series!! to diversify my writing. but i usually am on the x reader side. ships? not that much. 

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr? uhm, back in 2017, i was searching for some website where i could publish my works. ive always been a tumblr-girl since i am that wanna-be-aesthetic kinda person :D then i had found that i could write and publish on tumblr so yeah that’s pretty much why i am on this app rn

What inspires you to write?  ooh, music has been a great help for sure!! whenever i don’t feel like writing something, i always listen to music and the idea would flow like a river. classic poems helps, too. :)

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?  supernatural!au’s, fantasy!au, medieval!au. i feel like it’s easier to write something out of pure fantasy. i have a hard time writing modern!au’s since i lack the humor and the knowledge for modern slangs. 

What do you hope your readers take away from your work?  ooh, i always always always am careful with the way that i craft all my works. i try to feel what my characters feel to give them a certain validation. i put my shoes on the scenarios i have in mind even though i haven’t yet experienced everything ive written. and i do love writing strong female characters, whether it’s oc’s or female readers. that’s my main priority whenever i write. and i want them to know that girls could do just as much everything boys could. women are powerful. 

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?  i read a lot to get back on my foot. i also try to re-read my past works so i’d be inspired to better my writing on my current draft.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?  my favorite work is the one i’m still writing rn, which is entitled 505. it’s a hendery fic in which he is a bandit and the female reader is a sacristan. it’s my fave since i relate myself so much to the female reader. :) my most successful one is the childhood best friends!au taeyong x female reader. it’s about to reach 600+ notes i guess? and im so grateful of all the feedbacks i got from it. 

Who is your favorite person to write about?  it’s jaehyun and hendery :) 

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?  character wise, perhaps. since you already have a face value in fanfiction, but in an original prose, you would have to craft everything from 0. 

What do you think makes a good story?  a good story is something that doesn’t romanticize the bad things going on in the world. a good story is something that is emphatic to the hardships of others. a good story is something that gives comfort to those who are in the dark. a good story is something that boosts the hearts of the readers and makes them feel things!! 

What is your writing process like?  first, i think of a plot! (this happens oftentimes when im washing the dishes) when i have the plot, i think of the ending. when i have the ending, it’s time for me to device a fitting title. and the plot would develop from then on. 

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?  i don’t think so… this is scary. since some people think of fanfics as delusional works from delusional authors. it’s kinda sad. 

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?  i love love love enemies-to-lovers trope!! one that i couldn’t stand and do my best to not read is probably… hmm… no, i love all tropes!! i just love e-t-l most!

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?  it means a ton. since it could really boosts me up. heavy sigh. it’s the best thing when you write something— the feedbacks. even though it’s a simple reblog with the ‘#ATKSHSKSHSKAHAKSGAHGEGSJA’ or ‘#myfave’. i would smile like an idiot whenever i read it.

Dream job (whether you have a job or not)? i want to be a successful writer someday!

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? teleportation!! 

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?  ancient greek + victorian era

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?  yes!! im so hell deep in indecision right now so i want to restart to make everything right

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken?  100 chicken-sized horses!!

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?  enemies-to-lovers trope agsksj LOL

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures?  YES!!! perhaps they are lurking somewhere here on earth and we don’t know it yet ;)

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?  oh… i don’t really know what to write. i don’t give much attention to my personal details agsksj

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?  yes!! ugh, there’s this recent issue wherein stan twt called fanfic writers as freaks. and it broke my heart. i mean, most fanfic writers get inspirations from their idols and that shouldn’t be a bad thing. we aren’t delusionals as one might think. we are simply doing our craft. 

Do you think art can be a medium for change?  yes!! our country’s hero ‘jose rizal’ had somehow stirred the nationality of the people back in the old days because of his writings. i do believe that art changes things!! it has the ability to pierce the heart of the people.  

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?  yes. i feel this whenever im writing smut. i mean, let’s be real, your works would do better once you’ve included some steamy smut scenes in it. when i was writing my first fanfic after three years, i didn’t think that i’d ever include smut. but the fear of not getting feedbacks crept up in me, so i forced myself to write some sexy scenes. i know that’s like… weird. but i’m trying not to dwell on feedbacks any longer. and i also have decided not to write explicit smut anymore. honestly, i feel better now that i don’t force myself to do something that i think would please others rather than me.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?  uhm, as far as i can remember, nope— still hasn’t felt that way. :)

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?  yes!! my best friends irl knows about it. my sister knows. my parents are also aware of my passion in writing, and they do know that i write. but where and what, that remains obscured from them :D 

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?  that it’s okay to be vulnerable. it’s okay to make mistakes. it’s okay to fail sometimes. it’s okay to feel things. because like a good book, there is always a character development and you have the pen to write your own version of happy endings. 

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?  i’ve been there: the scared and conscious part. but one thing i would say is, you have to dare yourself!! you won’t know how your writing would have impacted so many lives and touch the hearts of people if you won’t grab your pen or your gadget and start your draft. 

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?  nope, there aren’t. the community has been lovely to me ever since i started writing. :,)

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? yes!! oh my god. i’d like to take this opportunity to thank my mutuals who’s done me nothing but kindness— @legendnct (hannah), whoo!! you know how much i love you, right? thank you for always being there to listen to me. :) @cloudysuh des, since day one you’ve supported me. i couldn’t ask for more. thank you for the never-ending praises, keyboard smashes, for the tags, and for always boosting me up. @bohoes georgie, you know i love you. since 2017 you’ve been with me— praising my works and supporting me. thank you. @cherr-e cherry!! thank you!! for teaching me how to better my writing. i hope endless happiness for u and please take care. @writermoon hello my babe!! thank you so much for reading my works with such vivid imaginations. i love you. @jaeyongf amy!! the bestest person :,) thank you for always leaving me feedbacks!! thank you for being kind to me. thank you for always supporting me. i love you guys so much and let’s be mutuals for a long time!! 

Pick a quote to end your interview with: 

“If the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.” — Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

[aeriesite]

what song do you associate with each muse?  (This is late-stagechosen. My Ken blog is a sideblog to this Bleach RP blog. Also, I'm 90% sure I, whose musical era is about 1968-1992, will know none of your picks, but why not :) )

I wouldn’t say that it’s the era that’d mess people over than the fact mine are generally hella indie, instrumental, or low-fi stuff you wouldn’t find unless you search for it. —and sometimes, these songs have NOTHING to do with the character. it’s a mixed bag of stuff.

imu (legend of mana) - you promised to come back [mixtape].

mad hatter (fgo oc) - why don’t we talk anymore

gon the little fox (fgo oc) - mono no aware.

mikoto (ffix) - and then, it swallowed me. how to live. memories.

yuuko kamishirou (digimon) - lost you. 별후광음(別後光陰). altair and vega’s theme.

meiko mochizuki (digimon) - don’t speak her name. sped up. boku ni totte.

sabrina (pokespe) - lies. your heart is as black as night. psychic. —whenever i see sabrina walking into the scene, i hear this song play, and i’m laughing.

clair (pkmn) - *feisty. into me. super lady.

tate (pkmn) - happy songs for lonely people. pure imagination.

liza (pkmn) - *manuever, wench, get out the way. *goodday.chr.

tate&liza (pkmn) - doki doki.

calme (pkmn) - this is hell. i’m in love with u, sorry. she left without a goodbye. i need a girl like shego.

fire (pkmn) - sometimes. hatsukoi.

green (pkmn) - don’t pick up. trust.

vino (pkmn oc) - 505. people just come and go.

* i think these songs are ok, but i don’t know about listening to ‘em with children around LOL.

i’m a sucker for piano music tho.

[greatwesternway]

does the u-505 have a problem with the stuka and spitfire being friends? what's up with that?

U-505 is of two minds about it.

On the one hand, war machines operate by a lot of rules about how they can engage with each other based on who won what. And in this situation, because the Allies won World War II, Spitfire gets to set the terms.

Technically, if Stuka wanted to avoid this, he could simply not engage with Spitfire at all (assuming Spitfire also chose not to engage). That he seems to have no qualms about letting Spitfire dictate the terms though?

"Have you no dignity?" U-505 asks.

"<No. I lost the same war you did>," so says Stuka.

But then, Stuka and Spitfire are also afforded some latitude in how they interpret these rules. The British did win, but only just. Means there's some room in the off hours for Stuka to win a battle or two. And Stuka, you'll recall, also does not consider himself to have been captured and so thinks prize rules do not apply to him. It's also been decades since the war ended and there was a good ten years before U-505 showed up to have an opinion it.

Ultimately, though, U-505 leaves well enough alone. When Spitfire and Stuka are in disagreement, Stuka prefers to loiter around U-505's exhibit. Better that they entertain each other than Stuka spend all his time down there with him, intruding on his solitude, trying (and sometimes succeeding) to get him to slip in to speaking German, and making it look like they're up to something.

It is very annoying when 727 arrives in the 90's and states her interest in U-505 because now the war planes get their turn to have an opinion on what he's doing.

"<If a beautiful plane wants you>," says Stuka, "<then you should let her have you.>" Especially if she's American (or United, as it is).

No one wants wisdom from a little plane though. Idiot unterseeboot.

[greatwesternway]

Thank you to you and Ray for answering all my questions! They’re such fun things to read at the end of a long day of traveling. Is there any behind-the-scenes that you want to talk about but no one’s thought to ask?

We love the questions! It's really exciting for us to have people be this interested and engaged with the stuff we're doing. And since we can't really work on it properly until I am moved (only two more letters need done until the next year though!), questions are a good way to keep fresh on it. It also lets us talk about characters that necessarily aren't in the letters because they live indoors, but that we have thought a lot about all the same.

As for stuff no one's thought to ask... I'm not sure if it's that no one has thought to ask or if they just took my warning not to get weird about the submarine very seriously. It could just be that everyone knows we know what we're doing and will treat the subject matter correctly so they don't feel like they have to ask about it.

But we did have to really consider what to do with regard to how if one's train sits outside next to a Nazi submarine for forty years, you can't just ignore that he's there.

A lot goes into the way we have approached U-505's character. It's a tricky situation, made all the more tricky by how the MSI itself has historically approached the subject and by how that approach has to be adjusted in response to some people these days, while still remaining true to the reality and humanity of U-505's story. Even without our engines having much understanding of political history or what role they play in it, it still informs the characters and we try to write about that thoughtfully.

It's complex work, giving U-505 his place in the story, and I find it very rewarding to thread that needle, but one does not just launch into talk about their U-boat OC unsolicited, lol.