#rw: flesh and blood

[youwillwakeupagain]

Flesh and Blood - Cycle 19

Whew! So uh. Empty Words (our main AU) is definitely still ongoing, but we realized the initial chapters were headed for a continuity snarl. Those are going to be underway for a little.

Meanwhile, we decided to start a smaller scale thing totally outside of that (with less characters) to practice a few things while we sort that out.

And so, presenting the start of: Flesh and Blood, an Artihunter/Cherrybomb fic!

We've already got this thing plotted out start to finish, though it'll take a bit to get there. It's also... probably going to be pretty slow burn, and potentially heavy, so be warned.

Anyway, here's hoping you enjoy if you check it out!

[rubiconas]

[𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽]

[randygrim]

Digital angels 2 me

[slugcatmusings]

What is the Rot? Why is the Rot?

Spoiler Warning and Holy Wall of Text Batman Warning. I got WAY too into questioning the turbo-cancer here, hopefully my rambling makes sense.

So, the Rot is… weird, from a biological standpoint. Really weird, if you stop to think about it. It’s most frequently described as some variation of cancer, and it certainly fits the criteria for it. Caused by damage to DNA? Check. Multiplies uncontrollably? Check. Comes in both benign and malignant forms, one stationary and the other mobile? Big fat check. Heck, even the Rot cysts eating other creatures kind of fits, according to some research I’ve done – there are apparently cancer cells that will eat other cells, which makes sense in hindsight since cancer cells are cells that have lost important genetic restrictions, which may include whatever lets cells identify other cells as “do not eat.”

(I ain’t a biology whiz and I’m doing research on the fly while getting my thoughts out here, so take whatever I say about biology with a grain of salt)

So, Rot is clearly cancer of some kind, right? Case closed. Except when me and a friend of mine were talking Rain World theories on Discord, she brought up some interesting points that got me thinking.

First point: Rot cells obviously mutate in a way that affects FAR more than just cell replication and termination. Some of the cysts can HEAR. As far as I know, cells in the body do not hear sounds. They communicate via chemical signals and maybe, MAYBE react to temperature. Hearing involves complicated, specialized sensory apparatus to pick up on vibrations in the air. Even if you simplify it and say that it’s only vibrations, that’s STILL a multicellular thing, not a single-cell thing. It’s something that took millions of years to evolve on Earth, if not billions.

And while Rain World’s timeline goes on for long enough that it those kinds of mutations might happen eventually, Rot cysts have the ability to hear pretty much right from the start – because even the Proto-Long-Legs react to your presence like the Daddy Long Legs do, and the Rot in Spearmaster’s campaign, where Pebbles has recently contracted it, reacts the same way as it does in later campaigns. It’s already able to hear.

As far as I know, cancer just means the same cell duplicating over and over again. Are more mutations possible with each division, as errors are made in the DNA during splitting? Probably. But not to THAT extent. There’s no way a lump of cancer somehow mutated the exact complicated genetic blueprint needed to grow organs, at least not without outside interference.

Second point: Cases of Rot are way too consistent across the board. Now, we don’t have a huge sample size to work from, but from what we see from both Pebbles’ Rot, and Hunter Long Legs, they’re… pretty similar. Hunter Long Legs is basically a mobile Rot cyst. They move the same way, seem to grow the same way (starts as a growth inside/on the body before eventually freeing itself from whatever wall/flesh it grew from in some capacity and moving elsewhere), they have the same senses, and they even eat the same way, via something like phagocytosis (how white blood cells “eat” invading organisms via engulfing them and breaking them down in a sac in their main “body.”)

Now, this doesn’t tell us much, because cancer, when it does emerge, is pretty consistent in symptoms/what the mutated cells do once they start replicating. It’s pretty much the same regardless of whatever organism the cancer is happening in. But what ISN’T consistent is what causes the DNA error in the cancer cell in the first place. IRL, cancer can be caused by all kinds of things – smoking, radiation poisoning, being out in the sun too long, drinking deadly chemicals and whatnot, anything that damages DNA. But in RW, the only time we ever hear Rot talked about, or see it present, is in the context of an iterator having f*cked up while mucking around with DNA. Pebbles was trying to create an organism that could change his own genome, and No Significant Harassment created Hunter as a messenger and probably mucked something up in the process in his haste to get them to Moon.

This doesn’t mean that there aren’t other causes of it, of course, we’re working with a sample size of two in an apocalyptic world with who knows how much potentially DNA-damaging stuff around, but… that’s still awfully consistent.

So, combining these points and everything we know to be canon, Rot is:

an organism that lives inside another organism

Until a certain condition is met, it cannot harm said host organism.

Once said condition is met, it goes out of control, wreaking havoc on the organism’s systems and mutating, giving it sensory capabilities and an appetite

Said condition is apparently someone messing up when re-arranging genomes, in yourself or others

It is widespread across multiple different species, at least iterators and slugcats but potentially other species as well.

Once you have a bad case of it, it is apparently NOT CURABLE. Pebbles tried everything he could think of but apparently exhausted all of his options by the time of the Survivor/Monk campaigns.

So, with all the context FINALLY laid out, here’s my wild theory: Rot isn’t a cancer. It’s a symbiote turned parasite. Specifically, I believe it’s a symbiotic microbe that lives inside the cells that make up every other creature in Rain World, and is held in check by a specific gene that all species share, and altering or getting rid of that gene causes it to go berserk, taking over and eventually mutating the host cells.

Yeah, I did watch Parasite Eve let’s plays as a kid, why do you ask? Anyway, hear me out here.

There is precedence for single-celled organisms living inside of other single-celled organisms. They’re referred to as intracellular endosymbiots (hopefully I got the spelling right there), and the most well-known one is probably the mitochondria. The powerhouse of the cell is thought to be descended from some bacteria way, WAY back that was engulfed by a larger cell and not only survived it, but BENEFITED from it. Since then those ancient proto-mitochondria and eukaryotic cells have mutually evolved to be dependent on each other. So it’s entirely possible for something similar to have happened in Rain World.

However, I don’t think it happened NATURALLY, here. Because something that’s able to take over a cell entirely and begin wildly mutating it is NOT something your average cell wants inside of it. There’s a VERY high chance of extinction if you do that. Which means that of course those funky bio-tech loving Ancients either took a look at a wildly dangerous cellular parasite and went “hmmm we can use this” or made one themselves.

Why did they do this? Who knows! Currently, I’m tied between “they needed a better powerhouse for the cell to power the various weird adaptations they’re building into various creatures,” “there was some sort of disease that this parasite gave immunity against and they wanted to make use of it,” and “it gave their creations massively powerful regeneration factors that made them much easier to maintain.” Possibly it was all three. Whatever the reason, the Ancients either found or created this parasite, and put it into their creations’ cells, hoping to reap the benefits.

Well, they got the benefits, but they also got a microbe that hijacked the cells and harnessed their pre-existing DNA blueprints to build organisms disguised as great big blobs of cancer. Which is not exactly ideal, but hey, they just had to figure out a way of keeping the cell hijacking from happening! And the way they ended up going about it was to alter the thing so that so long as there was a specific DNA sequence in the cell, it laid mostly dormant. All the benefits, none of the risks – so long as that specific string of genes remained intact.

And then BECAUSE it was so beneficial, they spread their artificial symbiote and it’s genetic reins throughout ALL of their creations, from the smallest pipe-cleaning slugs to the iterators. Which meant that as their purposed organisms replaced most of the original ecosystem, they spread the symbiote as well. Thus making it possible for pretty much ANY creature on the planet to come down with a bad case of the Rot. And with the iterators, I wouldn’t be surprised if this symbiote is tied to their self-destruction taboos. Try to cross yourself out? Well, it’s gonna maybe happen now, but it’ll be a slow painful death as you’re eaten alive from the inside and all your own parts turn against you, so was it really worth it?

And they never told their creations this perhaps even actively hid it, because why tell them the cause of the main deterrent to them mucking with their taboos? They might find a way around it. The iterators were left ignorant of how Rot works, and because of this they never figured out that Rot HAD a cure after all: rebuilding that genome that reins in the symbiote. Because why in the name of the Void would they repeat the same mistakes that gave them Rot in the first place, and potentially make it worse?

[ask-the-pioneer]

How did you start the story? Obviously you had a start from the lore but the rest of it is all you. I'm just trying to start stories for my own characters and wondering if you have any advice.

Hey anon! I will answer this in OOC manner.

I'm fairly new to Rain World fandom, I drew my first fan art in March this year. Before that, I've been watching a lot of walkthroughs, lore discussion videos, and browsed rain world tag on tumblr daily (I still do).

I like all slugcats, but the one that specifically caught my attention was Artificer. There's countless interpretations of this character, but the one aspect of them that I latched onto is that they're a mentally unstable parent. By the time I bought the game, I'd already seen a few AU comics where Arti's pups survive, but they always left me wishing that the parent-child dynamic had been fleshed out more. And thus this ask-blog was created.

One piece of advice I can give is to decide what you want to say through your story. My AU will focus on a handful of themes that make up its core: generational trauma, mental illness of a parent affecting the child's wellbeing, blood feuds, shame and guilt ...but it'll also have some light-hearted humor, and intense fight scenes (my favourite). I've not seen many people explore these topics (at least in the RW fandom), and because I feel strongly about them I want to see more of them. It helps with motivation, too! A big undertaking like this should be both fun and educational, if that makes sense. I feel satisfied when I read a story and learn something new from it.

Hope this helps!

-- Kali

[suryp]

It was a calm day.

The water was clear, the waves calm, and the sun shined through them. Mothers dark dorsal absorbed the light, but her pale belly was painted with the shine, even as far down as we were.

"Are you ready to go out today?"

She'd been pressing me. I was two meters long by then, and had yet to see open water.

"Um..."

"There's no need to worry. Predators don't like calm days like this, and we don't need to go far."

"...alright. Lets go."

So we went. Even to the outer reefs, hunters avoided mother. Small fish crowded around the flotsam, some like islands more than twice her length, casting shadows down below. We continued onto the barrens, then the jelly fields, avoided stingers as we went, and eventually made it to the wall.

"..."

"...It's alright sweetie. I'll be right behind you."

"...ok."

We swam slowly, cautiously. I curved my neck in every direction, to see what was out there. Above us, only driftwood. Below... I flipped over to get a better look.

Nothing.

Just shadow. the light slowly fading in the dark water. I turned back. My dappled gray skin wasn't so obvious as mothers black, but I had spots that might give me away.

We rose to breathe, I stayed just below mother, her flippers curved under to cradle me, the hard skin at their edges could cut sharks.

I lifted my head up, out of the water...

Something cut my sides.

In a panic, I thrashed and dove, before quickly finding cover on the underside of the driftwood, clinging to it with fins.

And I looked to the void.

And then I looked for mother.

Blood... her blood. Mothers blood was around me, it was still falling into the water. I could taste it...

...Falling?

Cautiously, I crept to the side, preparing to look up and out of the water...

A great pile of flesh crashed into the waves. The taste was intoxicating, and filled me with fear...

So I swam. Away. I didn't know where. Open water wasn't familiar, and there were no landmarks to tell where home was.

...I'm lucky to be alive.

The people I swim with now are not like me. They do not speak my language, cannot speak it, with only two flippers and no neck, and I can only sing a fraction of their songs over a fraction of the distance...

But they are kind. They have learned my strengths, and support my function in the pod. Together, we are more effective hunters.

But not really a family. I guard their pups with my agility, wrestle large game with my size, and am allowed to eat first with hunts I help with, but I can not sing their songs, and there is nowhere to write or draw in this abyss.

But there are drifters.

The things that took my mother.

And I could not make them pay without my pod.

-

Cast in the same (overall) world as my previous short story (singular paragraph of a story) but with a different main character.

I'm sure at least some of you will be able to figure out whats actually happening here, but if you need help:

The narrator (and their mother) are Plesiosaurs. for a rw species I'd liken them to Tricleidus seeleyi, particularly the illustration by @ddinodan (twitter) on their plesiosauroidea chart, which is also featured on wikipedia.

The pod, who takes the narrator in, are cetaceans most similar to Acrophyseter deinodon, if a bit smaller.

the drifters are... well, it should be pretty obvious. no-one else really uses boats in this setting, since they can't or don't need to.

well. thats a wrap, folks! :3

[lazyapperence9754]

Sure.

The Nuclear AU:

One of the more goofy AUs of mine. The idea was that a nuclear reactor had blown up somewhere near Faraway town, and the radiation that was being released caused Sunny’s dreams to come to life.

At first it’s only a few space and jam bunnies hopping around, along with a couple of sprout moles. But it gets worse.

Eventually, the headspace versions of Hero, Kel and Aubrey appear. They explore the world around them as if it were their own, making themselves at home. Along with becoming real, the headspace people keep their original stats. The people from the real world don’t really have stats, so they’re just infinitely weaker than their headspace counterparts. The Headspace creatures begin to attack their real world versions. RW Aubrey’s pet rabbit goes missing. The plots of vegetable sprouts at fix it are destroyed.

And then the people start to get involved. It started when Kel found the headspace group hiding in the forest, exploring their new habitat. HS Kel assumes that RW Kel is an imposter (bum bum bum bum) and attacks him. The fight doesn’t even last two turns. HS Kel throws his meteor ball at his real world counterpart, and RW KEL’s head promptly smushes.

Whoopsies, Murder was committed!

Anyways, the plot goes on until the entire town is taken over by the headspace people, and only a few stragglers continue to survive. Aubrey, Kim, and the rest of the hooligans are nearly all that’s left.

I didn’t continue the story idea. It was made up for jokes and giggles during a small little challenge thing.

Next.

The Ballistic AU:

Quite literally a fever dream nightmare AU. It’s an AU that could be anything, but it’s mostly just mindless gore.

All the main characters, excluding Sunny, are horrifying bloodlustful monster things. They hunt down Sunny in their “play area” that they are all locked in, a decrepit red and rust brown color themed version of headspace.

They kill him over and over and over again, for the fact that there is no food or water in the play area, and Sunny’s blood and flesh is more nutritional than air.

Sunny “respawns” after every death he goes through, whether it be by mutilation or starvation.

lmfao imagine

[cdyssey]

Series 5 RW Rankings:

1. “The Pandorica Opens” (5.12) / “The Big Bang” (5.13)

2. “The Time of Angels” (5.04) / “Flesh and Stone” (5.05)

3. “Vincent and the Doctor” (5.10)

4. “The Eleventh Hour” (5.01)

5. “A Christmas Carol” (5.14)

6. “Amy’s Choice” (5.07)

7. “The Beast Below” (5.02)

8. “The Lodger” (5.11)

9. “The Hungry Earth” (5.08) / “Cold Blood” (5.09)

10. “The Vampires of Venice” (5.06)

11. “Victory of the Daleks” (5.03)

Series 5 = 4 > 1 > 3 > 2: s4 and s5 just REALLY hit the spot for me. I can’t choose between them 😭

[i-love-yoi]

Well, I will not delay these HCS and write today! I will try and try to start quickly to other characters. Although I really want to sleep.

TW: Yandere, Romantic (Relationship), GN! Reader, actions occur after the death of Mari (Sunny did not tell them the truth), persecution, the collecting type Yandere, dependence, mention of Mari.

RW HERO

• In general, it seems to me that Hero from the real world, it would not be different from the hero from Headspace.

• But this does not mean that they are completely the same.

• They are different, which is very sorry.

• Because Hero from the real world has completely lost sanity, unlike Hero from Headspace.

• And we all know why it happened.

• Mari ...

• No, now not before.

• In general, Hero is still your fan.

• But unlike Hero from Headspace, it is more terrible.

• You are not just a person he loves you, you are his God, his Savior, his love of life.

• Maybe you even overlapped Mari.

• But even without looking at it, you will belong to him and only to him.

• Only you are the only and beautiful God, to whom he is ready to worship.

• Hero would also be a collector.

• He would collect all your things.

• And when I say "everything", then I really mean all things that when they were in your hands or in any other places.

• This can be a handle, eraser, money, items of clothes, everything.

• Without him, no herself, it just knows what was it in your hands, and so it is now covered.

• And if you still have your smell, then in general a fairy tale.

• This will help him in those moments when you are not around.

• He wants you to be always next to him.

• Therefore, he pursues you.

• More precisely, no! Of course! He does not pursate you! He just wants you to be all right!

• Thank you for the fact that he does not even break into you in the home or to the toilet, there is still a conscience.

• However, in other cases it will always be next to you.

• Not depending on the situation.

• It seems to me that if you were already adult and have been in relationships, then he would offer you to move to one apartment and the city.

• Of course, if he did not do it before your relationship.

• He will clearly be alert.

• Before you enter it into a relationship, he will think that everything will want to take them with hands and feet, even if it is not so.

• You are so beautiful! How do not you take such a wonderful being, how are you, yourself?

• of course! They all want to take you away! There are no other options!

• However, even here's so jealous, he will not immediately tie the fight and be too emotional.

• He closed his emotions, supplying them for general security.

• Therefore, he would just be cold-blooded, but not to you clearly.

• You are the one who will accept it. God in the flesh! Only you will give it all the vulnerabilities and emotions.

• But not right now, not when he did not admit.

• You are not ready for this huge wave yet.

• This can scare you and only destroy everything that he is so strictly building.

• No, it can not be allowed to dare.

• And yet, it seems to me that Hero would be overall-impudent.

• If you did not answer him at least one day, he would be to be spaming you with messages and calls.

• An alarm that you follow from it, as MARI did it, scares it to death.

• But he is not so straight imposing as, for example, his brother Kel.

• I also think that Hero will not use violence in order to achieve their goals.

• Oh no, it's not for his morals.

• No, it will only exacerbate in the situation.

• He Healer and excellently operates on other his charm.

• I think you yourself guessed, what is everything going on.

• Yes, he would manipulate people, only to assign you to yourself.

• He will not directly use it, so it's not necessary to straighten much.

• But it will definitely use it when you start to remove it, give your other special care and attention that should only be.

• He will not allow anyone to take you and your excellent attention that it should only be

[bridgyrose]

That demon version of team RWBY is neat! Would it be possible to get the RW pov after the collapse?

(I was planning on getting to this one)

Weiss grunted as she pulled a chunk of ice out of her side, watching ice crystals form around her wound. Ice. She always hated ice and what it did to her. She took a deep breath, putting a hand over her open wound and holding it until it closed and the ice crystals started to recede. She let out her breath and relaxed once she no longer felt an open wound.

“At least I dont have to worry about anyone finding out,” Weiss said quietly to herself as she looked around the tunnel. She had tried to call out to Yang to be careful, that the tunnels could still collapse at any time, but any warning she gave fell on deaf ears as she looked around the disaster that had been one of the subway tunnels. Dust lingered in the air, thick enough to be lit by the moonlight above her. She used a glyph to move a beam enough to crawl under, frowning as some of the wood froze from her touch. Still, she continued to move forward, using glyphs to keep the ice trails she was creating at a minimum. 

“Ruby!” Weiss called out as she made her way through the tunnel, taking her time as she climbed over a few beams. “Yang! Blake! Where are you guys?!” 

“Weiss! Over here!” 

Weiss relaxed a bit as she heard Ruby’s voice, starting to quicken her pace as she made her way towards her team leader. She stopped as part of the tunnel above her collapsed, coughing as dust was thrown up into the air again. “Where… where are you?” Weiss asked through coughs. 

“I’m stuck!” Ruby called out. “I think you’re getting closer.” 

“Just hold on and I’ll be right there.” Weiss started to race through the tunnel, no longer caring about the trail of ice her feet left, using her glyphs to get herself through the rest of the metal and wood that filled the tunnel. Finally, she made it to Ruby, whose leg was caught under a beam. 

Ruby struggled to move it, trying to keep her leg from being crushed. “I cant get my leg free.” 

Weiss nodded and carefully used a couple gravity glyphs to try to lift the metal beam, looking away when she saw a sharp piece of it had pierced through Ruby’s leg. “We’ll get you out of here and then we’ll take you to the infirmary.” 

“I’m… I’m fine…” Ruby winced and gasped as she felt the metal pull out of her leg, blood starting to pool around her. “Its just a flesh wound. Nothing aura can’t heal.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and pulled Ruby out, letting the beam drop once she was sure Ruby wouldnt get hurt. She tore off a piece of her skirt and started to wrap Ruby’s wound, grabbing some fire dust from her rapier. “This is going to hurt.” 

“Wait Weiss, I’ll be-” 

Weiss didnt wait for Ruby to finish, splintering the dust crystal and running the now active dust across the wound to seal it. It didnt take long for her to lose hold of the dust as Ruby pushed her out of the way. “Ruby! I’m trying to help!” 

Ruby hobbled over to a beam of moonlight and looked up into it, silver eyes reflecting the moonlight as her skin slowly turned to stone. Giant stone wings burst out of her back as her fingers became more like claws and the wound on her leg sealed as new stone started to cover it. 

Weiss stared in horror as she watched Ruby transform, reaching for her rapier and spinning the dust cartridge with shaking fingers until she found the dust she needed. She ran her finger across the blade of her rapier and sunk it into the ground as gravity glyphs formed under Ruby, pulling her down to the ground. 

Ruby fell with a *thud* as her stone body slammed to the ground, struggling against the glyphs. “Weiss! Its not what you think!” 

“You transformed into a monster right in front of me!” Weiss said as she stood up, her arms shaking as she held her rapier out in front of her, unaware of the ice forming under her feet and spreading across the ground. “You’re a demon-” 

“I can explain! Please, let me go!” 

“And why should I? If I let you go, you’ll attack me.” Weiss took a step forward, feeling the air around her grow colder as her breath became visible. The tunnel floors and walls had started to fill with ice, coming into view out of the corner of her eye as her heart started to pound in her chest as she became more nervous. “But if I kill you now, then I wouldnt have to worry about that. I-I can save humanity from you.” 

Ruby went still as clouds covered the moon, taking away the moonlight that had transformed her. The stone practically melted off her as it dropped from her body. “Its still me Weiss. I havent hurt anyone and you know that. Please, let me go.” 

Weiss took a step back as ice crystals started to form around her skin again, slowly crawling up from her ankles and up her legs. Her blue eyes seemed to piece into the soul of anyone she looked at, looking like rounded ice than anything human. She kept her rapier trained on Ruby, shaking as she moved herself into a proper stance. Icy claws scraped against the metal of her rapier as she tightened her grip and rushed at Ruby. 

Ruby braced for impact as the glyphs holding her down let her go, shaking as she waited for the impact. 

Weiss panted as she kept her rapier stuck in an ursa that had started to form behind Ruby. her arms shaking as her rapier dropped to the ground as the grimm disappeared. The ice on her body started to shatter as the air warmed up around her, dropping to the ground and chiming like crystals. “Explain. Now.” 

Ruby slowly relaxed and picked herself up, moving out from under the hole so she wouldnt transform again. “I… I’m cursed as a demon. Its a long story, but I only use my powers to help humanity, not hurt it. Though, from the looks of it, you’re the same way.” 

Weiss frowned and picked her rapier up as the last of the ice dropped from her and melted away. She sheathed her rapier roughly and started to walk off. “I’m not. We’ll get out of here, explain to Ozpin what happened on our mission, and then we’ll discuss what you are with everyone else.” 

Ruby sighed and followed behind. “We can keep this quiet. Just between you and me.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and continued walking, using glyphs to help clear the path as she heard Blake’s and Yang’s voices echo through the tunnel, eyes starting to shine as she looked at a few flames ahead. “They need to know. And then we can figure out what we’re going to do with you after.”

[postalduderegretsnothing]

Welcome to our blog! This is our "get to know us" post.

We are a system. When we put a name saying a specific thing on our posts, those are alters speaking with their respective names labeled. Our system is fictive-heavy. We will do our best to tag those posts as "Postal System Speaks." Our fictive alters may quote or reference their source material, talk like their source material for a joke, and occasionally talk like their source material briefly for creative/artistic reasons. They might even roleplay as the character of their source material from time to time. Most of us think role-playing can be fun, but we want people to understand that they are talking as different people in the system, not a singular guy roleplaying a bunch of characters.

We don't feel comfortable sharing everyone's names, but the alters that are generally present most often on here (who will share their names) are P1 (Dude), (Postal 1) Demon, and P2 (Dude). All are he/him unless otherwise specified. We often don't always know who is fronting, however. It's not always easy to detect.

We reblog and plan to post art and special effects makeup that may sometimes involve fake gore/blood/violence. We will do our best to add trigger warnings, but we may forget sometimes on accident. We're heavily into horror. If these things are an issue for you to see, you may not want to follow us.

We may be making and posting music+sound effects eventually.

DNI: Minors, racists, sexists, ableists, LGBTQ+-phobes, body shamers, fascists, pro-authoritarians, etc. Anything that involves being an "ist" or a "phobe" is a hard no.

NO TCC/Columbiners! We literally can't tell the difference between who is simply studying and who is romanticizing/condoning things. There are too many folks being dishonest as hell about it on this platform, interacting with our posts. Block us, or we'll block you. Either way, we're not interested in your engagement. To the ones that condone: Go fuck yourself. Your favorite killer is not Postal Dude. RWS does not like you. We do not like you.

Likes:

-People who strive for authenticity and personal growth through a healthy sense of accountability.

-People who care about the importance of mental health and human psychology.

-Openly passionate neurodivergent people. Though, we like passion in general.

~Music~

-Metal (No subgenre is off limits. Fuck elitism. We love experimental genre mixing.)

-Grind, Beatdown Hardcore, Mathcore, Goregrind, Deathgrind,

-Goth Rock, Darkwave, Coldwave, Deathrock, Post-Punk, and pretty much any dark gothy ethereal synthy stuff

-Aggrotech, Dark Electro, Elecrtro-Industrial, and some other things we can't recall right now.

-Prog Rock, experimental rock

-Memphis Rap, Boom Bap, G-Funk, Chopped and Screwed, and Phonk

-We love listening to video game soundtracks. Our go-to is usually Silent Hill 1-4, Postal 1+Redux, or TES: Oblivion. We are also big on the God of War soundtracks.

-We occasionally enjoy Pop.

-We like atmospheric/audio soundscapes and concept albums.

~Games~

-Horror/Dark Thriller (We are complete goblins about all things horror). We go nuts for psychological themes.

-Action Adventure/ARPGs with well-fleshed out storylines. Old school Point and Click Adventure games.

-FPS, 3PS, and Twin-stick Shooters

-Stealth

-Puzzle

-Relaxing Sanboxy stuff

-This isn't a genre, but anything that poses major philosophical questions gets us going.

~Movies~

-Horror/Thriller

-Adventure

-Comedy

-Sci-fi

-Fantasy

-Documentaries

Dislikes:

-Sports

-The vast majority of current political discourse online. We have our own political beliefs. We just don't like getting into arguing and fighting with people over it online. Obviously, we dislike bigotry. We would describe ourselves as anarchists with a strong interest in humanitarian aid.

-People that disregard healthy boundaries.

-People that justify cruel or unjust behavior under the guise of being a "good person."

-People who refuse to acknowledge the difference between empathizing with/understanding a perspective and condoning it.

-If you romanticize serial killers or mass shooters in any capacity, get the hell away from us. We are not your friends. We have zero tolerance for this. No, Postal Dude, a character written with a deliberately anti-violence message, is not just like your favorite mass shooter. Get professional help, bud. We will not harass you nor encourage harm to you, but if you are forcing your views into the Postal fandom, we will say something about it.

-Proshippers: We will not harass or attack you as that serves no purpose, but we also will not tolerate you justifying harmful paraphilias.

-Syscourse: We are traumagenic. We find people/systems being incredibly cruel to each other on both sides of the argument. Abusing, harassing, and fake claiming is not ok to do. This stands no matter how frustrating or misinformed some people may be over system related information. Human psychology is still in its infancy in terms of understanding the complexities of many disorders.

[youwillwakeupagain]

Flesh and Blood - Cycle 18

Hot off the presses, fueled by errant inspiration and Valentine's vibes, another chapter has arrived!

Hunter and Artificer continue on their respective paths here, slowly gathering momentum.

Anyway:

Here's the newest chapter.

Here's the beginning of the whole fic.

This is still definitely in the ramping up stages, but we're excited to keep with it. If you check it out: Thank you, and here's hoping you enjoy!

[al-ld]

(The OG draft was made Dec 5 2023, I’m now posting to post them and clear my drafts :p)

When the aro(ace???) takes over your writing and now half the plot ploint are based on parental issues

(RW that I sorta scrapped)

There was a riot and the lord of Irene’s village attacked her mother

Irene was shocked she held her mother in her arms

Placing her hand over the wound

Irene had learned she come easily pass through dimensions at will

One dimension she went to was the Aether

She learned healing magic and was soon branded with their mark

A mark that appear in her forehead

A mark of the sun with two rings

Angels wing as the people would say and five wings as the Aether people would say

As Irene placed her hand in her mother’s wound it slightly glowed a pure white and with that her mother was healed fully

Everyone was shocked

Soon her father came up to her

“Father, look! Mother’s ok now!”

She looked up at him in joy, hoping so would he but that was not the case

“You inhuman freak! What have you done?!”

Irene looks confused

“Inhuman freak?”

Why would her father say that

She just saved her mother

“Father, what do you mean? I just saved mother, aren’t you happy?”

“Don’t call me father! My daughter is not a mage freak! How did you even learn magic?! Only elves can do stuff this, you’ve become inhuman!”

“Father…what you’re saying is wrong, humans can lea-“

“Enough! I want you out of the village!”

“But fa-“

“Out!”

The people started to speak up some who agreed some who didn’t

This was to much for Irene

She was barely an adult and she was being kicked out of her hometown by her own flesh and blood

Irene looked to her mother who had gone next to her father

She looked at Irene with disgust

Irene knew what she had to do

She stood up and left

Those who wanted Irene to stay tried to stop her but to no avail

But where would Irene go now

I guess she would just have to travel and travel she would

She would go anywhere, helping anyone, and one day she came across a village

The people worried her about a man, near same age as her that lived in the woods

Where he went he brought corruption and destruction

Irene was curried about such boy

She went to the forest, she found him, yatta yatta, when it’s time for her to leave he follows along

The she finds Enki an Ender men, ender dragon, human hybrid

And then the path splits

She finds a man who can control all four elements - Esmund

OR

She finds a woman of fire and air (Menphia) and a man of earth and water(Kul’Zak)

OR

Opposite

Irene Aether - Shad Nether/Esmund Earth - Enki End

OR

(Since Esmund is protection Memphia would be Fury(offensive) and Enki would be keeper(staying to one place(most of the time) and Kul’Zak is the wanderer which makes sense)

TIMESKIP

An evil man, the lord of O’Khasis, starts taking over other kingdom

She and her other guards take this man down

OR

THIS SHIT JUST DOESN’T HAPPEN!!! This whole kingdom take down makes NO SENSE in the timeline!!!!!

REAL TIMESKIP

After Irene and others travel around a bit they pass by her hometown

She plans to show that she proved herself

HOWEVER

She comes the day of someone’s funeral

Who’s?

Her parents

They had died (How? No fucking clue)

Irene was devastated

She decided to split up the team for the time

Taking over the village

She made Scaleswind

The other has gone many different places

Enki to Gal’Ruk

Esmund to O’Khasis

Kul’Zak just wondered, leaving just of himself with Enki

Menphia had gone to Tu’La

And soon they faded away

Leaving behind nothing but there relics

[transsexualunderground]

So I got tagged in a WIP game by @lswro2-222!

"RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS." Not doin' that last bit. I don't know that many people. Anyone reading may do this if they'd care to.

Note that I'll be naming my sub-WIPS here as well, since I tend to accumulate some in a big ol' doc. Some are individual though. I'll also put current lore documents and trivia lists in here too, for sake of... uh, why not. Without further ado...

THE TTTE OC TIMELINE GETS REMADE AGAIN (CURRENT VER)

Lancaster Family Lore

Forsythia Without Nicolas / Nicolas Without Forsythia

A Verbal Description of the UHR Route

SYCORAX IN: DAY OF THE DIESELS

The Noble Art of Having a Good Grumble (mostly not WIP anymore but I love excuses to talk about it)

Next are all things under "TTTE/RWS Fanbooks / Fanbooks + Engine Canon Fanstories, Chronological "Publishing" Order." All include Forewords but I'm not counting those.

wesley book/Wesley The Show Engine [rewrite to be placed here when finished]:

Wesley’s First Impression

What It Means to be Wesley

Story Title C (Re-write of Wesley’s Rough Run)

The Plate

Forsythia the Rambunctious Engine:

Tales From Before

Arrival Troubles

A Run Along the Skarloey Railway

Tricks & Trucks

More Wesley & Forsythia:

The Little Waterfowl

[In which passengers do not refrain… from singing the damn humoresque. AKA forsythia and nicolas clown on wesley with his least favorite song ever at the time. so does thomas. idk what the moral is here]

Ice on the Rails

[Another Forsythia and Nicolas one]

The Scrapyard Engine:

Wesley And The Scrapyards [Extract Douglas]

Whatever Happens Next

A Horrible Place

A Scrapyard Finale

The Scrapyard Engine No Longer:

A Railway Beginning

A Name Fit for the Fat Controller's Railway [Extract Donald and Douglas? Switch for Bill and Ben because that’d be funny right?]

The One Where We Flesh Out The Wesley and Clara Mentor and Mentee Dynamic (establishes “…what if i don’t see you” conflict) (maybe some “I’m a bit surprised you care this much about it, too, Wesley” from Clara)

Clara Pulls the Post

[something] Engines:

Wesley and the 17 Classes (WIP)

Clara The Really Fucking Strong Engine, Jesus Christ, Man (Working Title)

James and Clara

Bertram the “Old Warrior” Engine:

Scrap Deal

Bertram and the Mines

Toby's Discovery

Shit Goes Nuts With Trucks

Heritage Railway Engines:

[Prudence One]

[Sycorax One, possible transition to both being at works and maybe also just the full story of Sycorax getting their name]

[Prudence Antics]

[More collective antics?]

More Heritage Railway Engines:

Sycorax's Masterwork

Elias the _ Engine:

Elias's Tender [Combine with Gordon and the Eel)

[To be titled. It’s a sad one.]

Elias's Return

Elias and the Eels [the one where Elias gets his eels back]

Engines After Dark

The Bitch Incident

May They Smelt

The One About Funnels and Couplings

Engines Nowadays:

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And finally, my one non-TTTE WIP...

Red Moonshine: The Uses of Blood in Alchemical Processes (and its Impacts on Vampyres)

That's all.

[steamedtangerine]

Glen Brown & King Tubby - Wicked Tumbling (Version)

Dedicated to all the hideous accounts here on Tumblr that have no content whatsoever, or put on fake gayhats and then support cheap conservative memes, or the ones that have alpha-numeric URLs and no avatar but that doesn’t stop them from lurking the comment sections with parroted hot takes, and to the ones pushing Twue Cwime fandoms, or are shilling for bad YT personalities or bad RW flicks or the uncommon rando who comes along and decides to harass me in the comment sections of only my most popular posts.....and let’s not forget the ones who appear to be actual flesh-n-blood enthusiasts of erotica but then screw it up by reblogging video clips with highly sus spam links attached to them.

Here’s the song you will never hear....cuz’ I blocked your ass.

[jackarthurdavenport]

"Travelling Soldier"!? (is this named for the The Chicks song?) I'd love to hear more!

Yes, it is! But I only borrowed the title, the lyrics have nothing to do with it XD I started working on this in 2016 (Civil War was the height of my Marvel hyperfixation), then (as usual) never got around to actually finishing anything.

The travelling soldier in question is Bucky and it’s basically about what he’s up to from the end of TWS up until Steve and Sam find him in CW. I had 13 chapters planned out, one for every city he goes to (either to lay low there or to find some things related to his past, or more often than not to run before Steve and Sam catch up to him). A bunch of people make cameos (mostly as their comic book versions, like Natasha Romanoff or Yelena Belova) but mostly it’s just Bucky.

I wanted to write it because I wanted to examine how someone this psychologically damaged (who has been denied any agency for more than half a century) goes about trying to piece back a semblance of a life together. I’d planned to have the tone gradually shift from being robotic to more human.

Thank you for indulging me, Maggie! And just because this will probably be the only opportunity anything from this fic will actually be read by someone else, I’ll add an excerpt under the cut.

From Chapter One: Washington, D.C. (June to July 2014)

The Asset walks away without looking back. His boots drag in the shallow water. His metal fingers clutch at the torn flesh, muscle, and bone on his human arm. His hair, matted and wet, sticks to his temples and his nape, the wet clumps dripping with a mixture of water, sweat, and blood. The air hangs with smoke and the pungent scent of burning metal. In the distance, across the river, he hears the wail of sirens. Above, he hears the creaking and groaning of the last helicarrier still up in the air, as it slowly breaks apart. Scattered pieces of glass and steel fall into the river, their splashes echoing across the otherwise calm waters. But above the din, his enhanced ears hear the blow of the wind, almost too faint to make out. He does not remember the last time he heard that sound. Perhaps in a different time, in a different life.

Before he turns to head into the grove, he listens for the sound of the target’s ragged breathing. He estimates accurately that the target is 17 feet behind him, lying on the sandy riverbank. He can hear the target’s breathing slowly evening out, the water now expelled from his lungs. The Asset does not look back.

He emerges from the woodland onto an empty road, save for a dark blue van parked on the wayside. He sees that it is empty and determines from the coldness of the vehicle’s hood that it has been parked there since 0700. It takes no particular effort to punch through the driver-side window with his metal fist. He unlocks the door, pushes out the shards of glass with one swift swipe of the forearm, and climbs in. Within four minutes, he hot-wires the van, and the engine springs to life.

The ghost of a flesh hand in place of his metal one flashes before his eyes. The hand pulls at circuits as though its owner were trained to steal vehicles. He recognizes the phantom car: a Stoewer M12 RW 1935-1936. He does not remember when he last saw a Stoewer M12 RW. Perhaps it was in a picture, in a mission report.