#tanker bug

[harrycosmo]

The giant bug in Starship Troopers gives me Basaran vibes and Rico's fight with it makes me think of Wander on the back of Celosia.

[blueberryattack]

A little Tassita & OG!Dinah Headcanon with bonus Quidrogen:

Dinah is constantly trying to feed Tassita whenever he's around. She's worried that her son is too skinny and needs to build up his muscle mass like his father and sister, much to his chagrin.

Once Tass brings Hydra around to visit Dinah immediately warms up to him because he has a good appetite. Tassita sneaks him table scraps like a dog.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Yosemite Sam says, "Back off! We ain't hauling' milk!"

[thinkingmyfandom]

Hey so... I just realised Charlie and Vaggie are both part/full angel. So like, they can't be hurt by normal demons and their weapons really. And... who, how, why? That is so much to process. Just-

A) Vaggie literally threatens everyone, including ALASTOR in the pilot, and the demons attacking the hotel in episode 5 (and Carmilla) with an Angelic Weapon.

Do you guys think Alastor knew it was an angelic weapon? If Carmilla put it together, do you think Alastor did? Do you think Alastor would have fucked himself like he did with Adam's weapon if he accidentally stabbed himself with Vaggie's spear when he pushed it aside? I mean, you could say it is intent, but the fandom makes a big deal about angelic wounds not healing like they should and needing actually healing from people like Lucifer.

B) I can't tell if Alastor is an idiot or not now. He didn't just not have an angelic weapon for the finale. He didn't have one with Vaggie the whole time, he couldn't put a scratch on her. Or Charlie. He tried to piss them off anyway, under-prepared. Is he an idiot? Is his soul owner an idiot? Like, Hazbin Hotel wouldn't work if Alastor wasn't there supporting it, but someone had to be stupid to make that plan happen and I want to know who to blame. And if it's Alastor's awful self-esteem I want it milked for fluff and angst, for sure.

C) Vaggie and CHARLIE cannot be hurt by non-angelic weapons. Charlie! The one who legitly acts like everything will go wrong if she takes one step out of line.

Why didn't she just snap Valentino's neck? She could have. I mean, lickity slime but, she's basically immune to counter meassures. Surprised she didn't just go vigilante and kill all the shitty people her Dad didn't like. Like there is such a huge gap between even Overlords and Angels, this conflict is basically non-winnable at this point.

D) Charlie let Alastor Face Adam. Like, sure, Alastor has fight experience, but like-? "Hey, I don't like seeing people die. But sure Alastor. Go for it. You're the weakest against Adam, you deal with him?" Are you kidding? Charlie Mc'naggs alot didn't even get him to take an angelic dagger. It's like she thought "Serial Killer on Earth. He must have just stabbed them with his magic vines. I don't need to worry or care about him like my friend at all!"

I get Vaggie might do that (but not this far in. Alastor was the reason Charlie's Dad had to fight and realised he needed to put in work for his daughter, not to mention, rebuilding the hotel). But Charlie?

Alastor is a literal Long-Distance fighter. Nobody thought "man, Adam has a murder axe and does close range. Maybe we couldn't put a man who fights with a cane in close contact with that areshole". And I mean, Vaggie was leading the army, who else would take on Adam? What about, any extra person? I blame Vaggie here (and Alastor, but he's mentally ill, I get that). Look, the overlord covered the hotel with a giant dome. He can totally fight Adam while doing that, and protecting himself.

Like, I don't get why Alastor didn't shield himself more. You could say he was cocky but I'd say he isn't... dumb? He said he wanted to live and figure a way out of his deal. The why didn't he act like one hit from Adam was as bad as it would be?

I assumed Alastor had some combat training to go after people like that. Serial killers that are sloppy get caught, not to mention hunting and whatever abuse most likely happened at home.

Did the animators and writers know nothing about martialarts. Alastor could clearly dodge. Should have known not to get hit by that axe. It breaks the reality of the finale so hard, and his reappearance after the battle does 2.

E) Going back to it, Charlie doesn't have much to be anxious about. Sure, societal stigma, emotional pain can be worse than physical pain. But look at it via attachment theory. Usually, if someone is insulted or put down, they loose trust in people and turn away. It's when they are HURT by people, physically, or threatened to be hurt by people, that they start getting flinchy, fearful, jumpy and anxious. You could say she was parentified emotionally from a young age. But that still says someone threatened violence near her, and that she believe the violence would be really painful and problematic for her. But from the way Lucifer and Lilith react, she has nothing to worry about. You could say she is worried about Harming sinners, but she is extremely touchy for that to be the case. As Princess of Hell, she has no reason to act like that.

Final Conclusion) I thought Charlie was scared of getting hurt, which is why she let Vaggie and Alastor do the fighting for her. But she literally can't be hurt. Vaggie can't either, sinner's shouldn't even scare her or bother her, because both she and Charlie can't be hurt. That kills every dynamic in the hotel. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Not that I can afford to care. I've probably written 300,000 words of fanfiction about this show in my time. (Maybe this is an opportunity for another such fanfiction). But it just feels like they could have used this to the shows advantage and they didn't. Oh well.

[alienara-simblr]

🏜️ 200 Followers Gift : The StrangerTown neighborhood ! 🛸

🛰️ So many of you loved the photos of this neighborhood that I decided to share it with you. I called it the Aurora Military Base (in reference of the incident in 1897 that took place in Aurora, Texas)

This map is decorated but emptied of lots, in fact many of the houses used are not my own creations and the amount of custom content required to display my redecoration of them is far too large. However, I'll give you the links to the base lots that I used 🏠

CUSTOM CONTENT REQUIRED TNW Crop Circles recolored by me Seasonal Fields by @greatcheesecakepersona Lot View Farm Fields by @pixeldolly Giants FS13 smuggled sawmill by @criquette-was-here Smugled Decos part 1 by @criquette-was-here (scrapped harvester + recycling container clothes + clotheslines) Smugled Decos part 2 by @criquette-was-here (Hangar 1 + Gran Mill) Bus Transit Set Extended by @criquette-was-here Busy Road Set @criquette-was-here especially garland vehicles (2 fuel tankers + milk/water tanker + dustcart) Rural Lanes Set by @criquette-was-here Simpecker by @criquette-was-here Telegraph Poles by @criquette-was-here Individual Garages by @criquette-was-here (part of Feverfew download files) Brittany garage workshop by @criquette-was-here Zagoskin Parish Church by @criquette-was-here and @lowedeus Shukov Radio Tower by @lowedeus Old Cemetary Deco set by @lowedeus The Breath of Soviet Russia by @lowedeus (kharkiv hotels litup + zoo) Sky Effect neighborhood deco (stars) by @lowedeus Strangerville skyline by @tony-veis Whispies skyline by @dramallamadingdang Fixed Castaway Stories Neighborhood Deco by @dramallamadingdang The Blue Water Tower by @funphumph Smallest Maxis Watertank by Psychosims Warehouse 1 and 2 by @ethanmcgregor 4t2 Hood Decos by @nuttydazesublime (water towers + control center + communication center) Alien Crash site UFO by @madraynesims Butterfly Pavillon by @zeussims shared by @yandereplumsim Scrub Oaks recolored by @shastakiss Old West Farm hood Deco by @leoz94 Ts4 Palm Trees by @leoz94 TS4 Stones by @leoz94 sheep flocks by @curiousb

Just for info : if for some reason, you don't wish to install some items, it won't make the neighborhood bug. The missing item just won't appear in your neighborhood.

💾 DOWNLOADS

🏜️ MAINHOOD Aurora Military Base : SFS - Mediafire 🌄 SUBHOOD Aurora Military Base : SFS - Mediafire

To install the MAIN HOOD, you have to put the neighborhood folder in your TS2 document folder : …/My Documents/(Your Sims 2 folder)/Neighborhoods/ To Install the SUB HOOD, you have to put the neighborhood folder in your TS2 “Open for Business” installation folder : (Your TS2 Installation repertory)…/EP3/TSData/Res/Neighborhood Templates/

An exemple of what you could do with this empty neighborhood

BASE LOTS

🏘️ These are the lots I used, or get ideas from, in my own game and that you can see in my neighborhood screenshots. They are a good way to start... when you don't want to build an entire neighborhood from scratch.

REMADE PREMADES by @plumbtales 🌵 101 Road to Nowhere 🪖 51 Road to Nowhere 🌵 73 Road to Nowhere 🌵 Woodland Trailers

BESPOKE HOUSE SET by @honeywell-mts 🏚️ Broke Bespoke 🏡 Dutch Colonial 🏠Grey Ellis 🏠 Maple Ranch 🏡 Midnight Blue Charm 🏡 Peace Yellow Mtnside

INSPIRED by @jodeliejodelie's REMADE PREMADES 🔬 1 Tesla Court 📡 2 Cover-Up Road 🪦 13 Dead End Lane 🪖 51 Road to Nowhere 🪖 57 Road to Nowhere 🌴 30 Lakeside Drive 🌴 50 Middle Lane 🌴 70 Middle Lane 🌴 150 Main Street 🌴 170 Main Street 🌴 190 Main Street 🌵 267 Avon Avenue 🌻 Lot bin : Family House

[valtsv]

i forgot to tell you guys about my new silt verses oc. she's a saint of the petropater (oil god) hallowed from an oil rig worker who fell through a dodgy railing into the refinery vat on her night shift. she's passably human but can only remain so if she regularly sacrifices someone, otherwise she starts destabilising back into crude oil, so she's freaking it john carpenter's the thing style until she can catch a ride home, because she really doesn't want to get promoted and permanently installed as a miraculous feature of the rig. her name is ricky because that was the name tag on the overalls of the first guy she killed and everyone has just accepted this because he's on the payroll (also she was a total nobody before she died so nobody cares enough to question the change). she's a sweaty oily sopping wet shivering little bug-eyed freak and her god wants her to catch a ride home on the next tanker so it can cause a horrific oil spill that decimates a swathe of the ocean through her.

[nionom-art]

I was reading back on your ML x DR AU and I came up with some execution ideas. They turned out very long!

Zoe’s execution: The Not-So-Final Girl

The scene opens with a crew of monokumas on a film set. Zoe is playing the lead role in a rom com during a climactic confession scene on a bridge. She offers a rose to a blushing love interest monokuma, but in an unexpected twist, monokuma’s husband runs in fuming. The monokuma couple start yelling at each other, which instantly devolves into a cartoonish fight cloud. Zoe, confused, gets caught in the middle of it and beat up before being shoved over the edge of the bridge.

The camera cuts to a screen where a flying, Vesperia-inspired action hero drops in, fighting a giant monster monokuma. The camera pans up to reveal the real Zoe, with cuts and bruises, suspended from a harness in a green screen room, and the giant monokuma is all green and covered in white mocap dots. We see two crew monokumas operating the harness system, incompetently button-mashing a claw machine-looking control board. Zoe bobs and jerks around, unable to control her own movements, while giant monokuma slashes at her with his claws. He accidentally cuts the strings, and she falls to the ground.

The setting changes to a dark garage. A slasher monokuma parodying Friday the 13th walks towards her with a chainsaw and she, covered in blood, struggles to stand up. She grabs some garden shears and slices monokuma open right as he swings the saw. It catches her in the arm, but monokuma goes limp as the hole widens to reveal he’s full of squirming cockroaches. They start pouring out in impossible numbers, covering the floor and crawling up Zoe’s legs. The director yells cut and turns the studio lights back on while she’s frantically trying to swat them away, but they’re all over her.

A tanker truck busts through the side wall, but the tank is a giant can of bug spray. Exterminator monokumas hop out, fixing a fire hose to the nozzle. Zoe, engulfed in roaches, looks up to see everyone except her is now wearing a gas mask and staring at her expectantly. The exterminator monokumas point their hose directly at her and douse her with bug spray until a thick cloud fills the room. The end shot is a Zoe Lee headstone shaped like a Hollywood walk of fame star, and monokuma’s hand tosses the tattered-up rose from the opening shot onto it.

Comments: I gave this one v3 vibes with how ridiculously extra it is. The despair aspect is that Zoe is presented in the lead roles of each movie, yet her takes are ruined by things outside her control, sucking the glory out of it. I wanted to do something with the irony of her wanting to have main character energy yet getting killed off right away in chapter one hence the final girl joke. The execution enforces the idea that whatever happened in the murder might not have been entirely her fault or at least that other people’s actions led to her downfall, but she still has to suffer the consequences in the end. I wanted to reference the roach thing, and I liked one of the previous ideas that she’d get crushed like in sole crusher, but I didn’t want to randomly bring Chloe into this without a good reason. I thought bug spray could nod to her being a wasp as well as a cockroach.

Nathaniel’s execution: Deadline

Nathaniel is alone in a peaceful yet windowless art studio. There’s a giant scary-looking metal gate on one wall with thick double doors that lock together, sealing off the room. Very industrial saw trap-looking. Above it is a glowing, red digital clock reading 30:00 which beeps and starts counting down. He sits still at first, scared and suspicious of everything in the room, but nothing happens except the countdown decreasing.

After a few minutes, he stands up and paces around the room, then grabs a pad of paper and starts sketching. First he draws Luka, then rips the page out and turns it face-down on the table. He starts drawing the details of the metal door.

When the clock strikes 20:00, a buzzer loudly blares and the room flashes with red light. When it stops, Nathaniel is frozen, but starts sketching again, faster, this time imagining what might be behind the door. Maybe robotic arms that pull you into a whirlwind of spinning blades, or a flood of water that fills the room to the ceiling, or a long hallway filled with deadly booby traps or. The sketches become more nonsensical and abstract as he goes, and his lines are all shaky. When the clock hits 10:00 it blares again, and at that point he’s frantically scribbling chicken scratch, ripping holes through the paper with the pencil.

He stops and stands up again, walking around the room. He goes up to a two-tiered rolling cart filled with bottles of chemicals like paint thinner and varnish and picks one up, then picks up a dirty cup covered in dry paint and dumps out all the brushes it was holding. Setting them on the table, his sits back down and freezes for a moment, then starts scribbling hand warm-ups. The buzzer sounds for 5:00, and he starts ripping through the paper again, his hands shaking.

He opens the bottle and stares inside, swirling it around. 4:00. Sitting still. 3:00. He pours it in the cup. 2:00. 1:00. He throws it back and starts coughing, which turns into spitting up blood. In the final seconds, he becomes dizzy and collapses on the table. He’s still barely awake to see the doors slide open to reveal that they just. Lead back into the room where everyone else is.

The scene closes with monokuma dressed as a fancy waiter moving away some stuff from in front of the chemical rack, revealing that’s it’s actually a vintage-style bar cart. He winks and wheels it away while in the background, Nathaniel lies in a pool of blood on the table with the cup still in his hand.

Comments: I’m not set on the name for this one. I feel like there’s something better but idk what. I also like the concept more than my execution of it (ba dum ts). Nathaniel’s fatal flaw the first time around was his own paranoia, so I wanted to do something where he psychs himself out to the point where he’s doing this to himself. I wanted the whole thing have this dark “Oopsies! Lol!” energy to almost justify his execution and make it less unfair because he made the same mistake twice in a row. Plus, if he was drowning in guilt and almost gave up before the trial even started, he wouldn’t think escape was an option, but he wouldn’t be able to ignore his sense of self-preservation. I was going back and forth on how long the countdown should be. If it’s too long, he has time to calm down, but if it’s too short, he can’t do anything.

Sabrina’s execution: Burned at the Sweepstakes

(Building off of the same concept everyone else suggested up to this point)

Sabrina is standing in a shopping mall with a beeping collar around her neck with a digital display that starts counting down. She’s holding a long shopping list of highly specific items that looks like Santa’s naughty or nice list with how it trails behind her. Sabrina runs from store to store, grabbing items off the list, mostly fashion accessories and cosmetics. At first, she has several bags in each arm, but soon there’s a pile in front of her too high to see past.

She knows precisely where to find each item, but when she reaches the end of the list with only a little time to spare, she doesn’t recognize the specified brand of shoes at the very end. Strange, she was positive that she’s familiar with every mall brand’s catalogue. Running up and down the escalators, she scans the stores snatching the last few items. The collar beeps faster as time is running out. By chance, she spots the door to a tiny janitorial closet cracked open and thinks to peek inside. A pair of shiny red heels sit on the upper shelf.

As Sabrina sets down her stuff and reaches for them, the collar’s beeping turns into one long drone. Time ran out. Sweating, expecting it to explode, Sabrina freezes in her tracks, but instead of killing her, the collar bursts into a spray of gasoline. She sees where this is going, but holds on to the hope she can still finish the list and “win” before it’s too late. She grabs the shoes, but pulling them up trips a switch that makes the closet door swing shut and spikes fly out of the walls. They don’t hurt her badly, but there’s just barely enough room left for her.

Sabrina tries to reach for the door between the spikes when she notices wires inside the shoes and realizes they made a strange click when she grabbed them. They explode, sending sparks flying, igniting her.

In the closing scene, the closet door swings open with a puff of ashes. Her feet are still standing there. The busted collar falls to the ground with the alternating flashing display now reading, “YOU’RE” “FIRED!”.

Comments: hm I don’t like having a countdown thing twice in a row. The idea here is that successfully satisfying the orders she was given wouldn’t help her survive, it’s what got her killed in the first place. The amendments I made to earlier versions of this concept are that the collar sprays gas instead of being a total red herring and that the shoes themselves are the source of fire. I wanted to include the closet idea too. To everyone who did this general idea before me, I think it’s genius.

Lila’s execution: One in a Million Shot

A firing squad of monokumas perches on a balcony over a spacious white room, like looking into a hollowed-out movie theater from the control box. Down there, an army of Lilas stand in a perfect grid. Or rather, one Lila and several hundred lifelike robotic replicas of her. All of them have wildly different hairstyles and fashion including the real one, who is in disguise. We can’t tell which is her.

The Lilas start robotically walking in random paths around the room before reorganizing in a new formation and stopping. Unable to tell which one is real, each monokuma randomly fires a shot. The broken robots are swiftly removed. All our remaining Lilas start walking again, then reorganize into a slightly smaller grid. The camera zooms in on real Lila’s brief, twitchy side-eye as the robot next to her is shot. The pool continues getting smaller, and when they stop for the next round, the camera zooms out on real Lila’s entire face during the gunfire, letting us glimpse her hair and clothes. Following the next round, the grid becomes even tighter.

From a zoomed out camera view, we see them walk around and make their formation. The monokumas take their shots, and while the rest of the selected Lilas give off sparks and metal splinters, one of them is splattered with blood.

A party popper of confetti and streamers way too sparse for the size of that room goes off, and a childish congratulatory jingle plays over the loudspeakers. The bodies are removed just the same, although one leaves a streak behind on the white floor.

Comments: Where’s Luigi meets Squid Game meets Roblox be an npc or die meets Mii Plaza. The title I chose is supposed to be a pun on how making a living or reaching celebrity status as an online content creator takes some crazy luck. An alternate name for this execution could be Trend Forecasting. Compared to how gory some executions could be, I wanted this one to be unceremoniously quick and simple. Lila craves attention, so if she had to go she would want to do so in blazing glory. Yet she forces herself into a background role in the trial to protect herself and pays for it by being turned into an NPC. Another point I wanted to make was the despair of her death basically being up to random chance. All the previous executions I wrote had the blackened die by “fighting back” in exactly the way they were expected to. If Lila was given that opportunity, maybe she would’ve figured it out and come up with a clever plan, but her execution prevents her from doing anything at all by forcing her to stay still and quiet. The most she can do is try to pick what she thinks is an unlikely spot. I was going back and forth on whether or not I wanted to reveal which one is real because knowing ramps up the anxiety, but not knowing until she’s dead is more shocking. It could go either way.

Thanks for reading all this! I had a good time reading previous ideas for these and I like how Sabrina’s kinda became a group project lol. I hope mine inspire people to do something with them or suggest changes so we can all eventually achieve the true canon DR AU executions by converging our brain cells.

These- these are good- you guys think of the stuff I couldn’t on my own

[whirligig-girl]

FASCINATING bug in a train puzzle level i just discovered.

This is the level Wye Oh Wye. You basically just have to swap the red and blu cut of cars around, but you have limited space to do so, and you can find yourself getting turned around due to the wye.

Now it's very hard to see, but one of the cars is slightly too long.

because it's two cars!

Except. Oh dear! It's worse than that! I tried to pull the other car away and after some fussing...

Ok. So three duplicates. Sure.

Oh. Oh no. Four duplicates. And it's in the tanker as well.

The final cut of cars... four boxcars and four tankers. Now it really is done.

But of course. The red cars look a little jittery...

This is getting a little out of hand!

The final count. It is completely impossible to complete the level now, since all tracks are hopelessly blocked.

Also. You have to imagine moving the cars making gary's mod clipping collision sounds because that's basically what it was like, lol.

So now to investigate if this happens elsewhere and why it happened here. May followup with more if we figure it out.

[artist-heart83]

SMG4 New Gen - Pokemon Teams

My knowledge about pokemon is like… 0%

The selection for each pokemon was more based in aesthetic, vibes and some other stuff

Also, didn’t include Bobby and Agata because I’m not that sure if I would give them a pokemon, but I do have ideas. Bobby would have ghost type pokemon, Phantump as his favorite; and Agata would have mainly bug type, specifically Spinarak

But you got a sort of explantation under cut, aka me yapping

Suzy. Dog person; loves bats and clowns; Breloom as a reference to mushrooms.

Ivy. Cat person; loves raccoons; Haunter was a gift from Inocy; Morelull as a reference to mushrooms too.

Tanker. Inkay and Smeargle self-explanatory; Shellder was a gift from Shion; Sawk because Tanker loves fighting types; Sharpedo is from an old friend.

Shion. Loves water and plant type; Scraggy is a gift from Tanker.

Gemma. Sableye because of the gems; Solrock as a reference to desert; fox and dogs lover.

Hinata. Jigglypuff because of the singing; Primarina remember a mermaid; Luvdisc self-explanatory; Psyduck as a reference to Jub Jub; Tentacruel as a reference to her grandfather.

Inocy. Mostly venom type and mushroom-like; Magnemite gift from Hal; Carnivine because Inocy love carnivorous plants.

Stella. Steal type mostly; Snorlax because sleepy; Lurantis because looks fancy.

Kentin. Mostly fire type; Misdreavus exchange from Emi; Chatot because Kentin sings.

Emi. Vulpix exchange from Kentin; not specific reason of the pokemon selection for her, is just.. fit her so well.

Fun fact. Shion, Kentin and Emi each one have a different initial pokemon in different evolutions: Shion, Piplut; Emi, Dartrix; Kentin, Delphox.

Hops. Bunnies; Pawniard obtain after an exchange with Hank; Beartic got to match with Viktor.

Viktor. Roselia as a reference to the flower shop; Alcremie because of his love for baking; Krokorok gift from Hops; Froslass as a reference to his ice flower, as well (along with Dusknoir) references to boos.

Hank. Vileplume was a gift from Shroomy; Morpeko obtain after an exchange with Hops (he insisted in doing it); electric and steal type.

Mays. Ghost are their favorite type of pokemon; Gourgeist as reference to Rob; Sandshrew as the only earth type to reference Steve.

Alex. Mostly electric type; Slurpuff was a gift from Citrus.

Citrus. Mudkip as a reference to Axol; Musharna as a reference to Melony sleep tendencies; Dedenne was a gift from Alex.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: Sweet sweet revenge. I did flesh out the scene a bit more since we don't get to see much interaction between the two. But I mean Elwood did shoot his shot. Hope u enjoy!

Pulling into the station, I looked up at the man walking out of the hut. He was carrying something out to the other car at the station and tried to wave him down.

“excuse me sir?” I called. The man turned towards me and pointed at himself. “Yes. You.” I laughed. The man looked at me behind his shades and shrugged. “Could you fill her up with premium please and check under the hood?” The man nodded and tossed whatever he was carrying into the car he was standing next to.

“Sure.” He started to walk over and pointed at my windshield. “You uh want I should wash the dead bugs off the windshield while I’m at it?” I looked out the window and shrugged.

“if it isn’t too much trouble.” I said. The man nodded.

“I only asked since they’re out of gas at the moment. The tanker hasn’t come up yet.” The man said. I looked over at his car and the other man sitting on the trunk. He waved and went back to playing with his cigarette lighter.

"Oh." I frowned. "I guess we'll be here a while then." The man nodded. I watched him clean my windshield, trying not to focus on the way his hands moved. He tinkered around my engine for a bit before shutting the hood. "I'm (Y/N)." I said when he knelt down next to my car.

"Elwood." He said, offering me his hand. I shook it and the other man leaned back on the trunk, making the metal creak. "That's my brother Jake." I nodded and turned back to Elwood. “So uh if you’re not doing anything later, Jake and I have a band. We’re on our way to a gig. At the palace hotel ballroom.”

“Oh you’re musicians?” I said. Elwood nodded. “I thought maybe I don’t know…mechanics in suits. Yeah I don’t know what I was thinking.” I laughed. Elwood smiled at me.

“so uh maybe you’d like to come by and see the show.” He offered. I bit my lip and looked at him apologetically.

“oh Elwood. I’m sorry. I can’t make the show.” I said. I put my hand on his and squeezed. “I’m meeting some family for dinner. And they’re not the kind you stand up.” Elwood went to say something but turned his head as the tanker pulled up.

“oh.” We both breathed out. Elwood stood up and walked over to his car. He shoved Jake before going to get the nozzle for my car. When the tank topped off, I sighed before digging through my wallet.

“Okay. You’re all set.” Elwood said as he knelt down by my car again. “That’ll be uh ninety four dollars.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“really?” I asked. He gulped and shrugged, lifting his hand.

“can’t blame me for trying.” He laughed.

“alright thirty for the gas.” Elwood raised an eyebrow at me. “I know how much gas my car takes thank you very much.” Elwood held up his hands and I saw him roll his eyes as his glasses slipped down his nose. “And twenty for you. For all the work you did. Thank you.” I handed him the money and he pocketed it.

“thanks.” He said softly. He looked over at Jake before leaning closer. “Uh so look uh if your meeting don’t work out tonight for any reason uh there’s a motel up on the interstate. Uh maybe we could say uh meet.” Elwood looked over at me, blinking nervously behind his glasses. “Around uh midnight?” I smiled at him and got a smile back.

“I’ll think about it Elwood.” I said as I started my car. Elwood took a step back and nodded. “But if I do go, you damn well better be there.” Elwood nodded.

“yeah. Promise.” He said, eyes shining. “Bye.” I waved at him as I pulled away. I caught his tiny wave in my rearview mirror. Throughout the dinner, I kept thinking of Elwood. I sighed as the talk turned to politics.

“we boring you?” My aunt asked. I shook my head.

“no. Just hear this a lot at work.” I lied. “Kind of getting bored with it.” My aunt nodded sympathetically.

“why don’t you head out?” My grandmother said. “It’s gonna go on for a while. You them. Men.” I laughed and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“thanks grandma.” I said. “Give everyone my regards.” I headed out, checking my watch as I went. I still had time to make it if I wanted to meet Elwood. Getting in my car, I hurried down the interstate. “Which one? Which one? Fuck!” I muttered as I saw three motels in a row. They all shared a parking lot so I pulled in and sat in my car. I checked my watch again and tapped my steering wheel to a random beat in my head. Getting antsy, I got out of my car and leaned against it. I checked my watch again when I saw a police car speed into the parking lot. Smiling to myself, I started walking over to the car with the smudged mount prospect logo on it. “Hi. You want I should wash the bugs off your windshield?” I asked, bending over to look in the open window. Elwood smiled when he saw me.

“if its not too much trouble.” Elwood said. I smiled and stepped back as he opened the door. Getting out, Elwood held his arms out asking for a hug. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. “You don’t know how fucking happy I am to see you.” He hugged me tightly, burying his face in my neck.

“what? Why?” I asked, pulling back and tugging his hat back down. Elwood looked down sheepishly.

“I didn’t know if I would get out of there.” Elwood said, looking back at me. “I’ve got a few…” he bobbed his head. “A lot of moving violations and tickets. Jake skipped parole.” I blinked at him. “There were a lot of cops at the ballroom. A lot.” I cupped his cheeks.

“they arrested Jake.” I said. Elwood nodded. “But you’re violations…”

“we split the door money. Part went to the orphanage Jake and I grew up in. To save it. The rest went to pay off my tickets. And the rest was split with the band.” Elwood shrugged. “I had to get to you.” He smiled softly at me.

“Elwood…” I breathed out, rubbing my thumbs over his cheeks. “God you’re so sweet…” I pulled him in for a kiss. His fingers twitched at my side before he returned the kiss. “Come on…” I pulled away and took his hand, gently leading him towards the front desk. Elwood got us checked in and smiled at me as he led me to the room.

“I swear this is probably the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done.” Elwood whispered as he unlocked the door. I laughed and squeezed his arm.

“Elwood, I saw you shoplift windshield wipers.” I teased. He blushed and looked down. “Oh. You didn’t know I saw that.” I laughed. Elwood shook his head before closing and locking the door. I pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

“that wasn’t impulse.” Elwood whispered. “That was keeping my car running. Can’t afford everything.” I hummed as I leaned into kiss his neck. Elwood moaned, head falling back and hat falling off. Elwood’s hand shot out and grabbed it, tossing it on the desk. I nipped along his jaw, sucking on the skin under his ear. Elwood’s hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up as he palmed at my sides.

“sure Elwood.” I breathed out before licking the hickey i had left behind. Elwood shivered and pulled me against him as he backed towards the bed. I kissed him again, running my fingers through his hair. He fell back when his knees hit the edge and pulled me with him. He let out a puff of air as my weight settled on him.

“believe me or not, it still got me here.” He breathed out, dipping his head to kiss my ear. He nibbled on my ear lobe, making me moan. He flipped us over and ground against me.

“Elwood.” I whimpered. “Please.” He chuckled and kissed me deeply, tongue slipping into my mouth. My hands fell to his chest, gripping the fabric of his dress shirt tightly. Elwood’s hands left me and pulled his tie off. It coiled next to my head and Elwood took my hands, guiding them to the buttons on his shirt. It took a second to realize what Elwood wanted me to do. I started unbuttoning the shirt, pushing it off with his jacket. I sucked on Elwood’s tongue as my hands made contact with his bare chest. I moaned as my fingers curled in his chest hair. Elwood hummed as he pulled away long enough to pull off my shirt, reconnecting our lips the second the fabric cleared my head.

“perfect.” He breathed out, hands exploring my chest before cupping my cheeks. “Absolutely perfect.” I pulled on his chest hair as he bit my bottom lip.

“Elwood.” I whimpered. “Elwood. I need you.” He pressed his face against my neck and nipped along the surface.

“mmm. Need you too.” He breathed out. “Do you trust me?” Elwood pulled back, sunglasses almost slipping off his nose. Blinking at him, I watched as he reached up and pulled them off. “(Y/N), do you trust me?” He stared at me with mismatched eyes. They softened as he reached I was reaching up to cup his cheek. I rubbed my thumb over his cheekbone as he smiled at me.

“Gorgeous.” I whispered, leaning up to kiss him. “Why do you hide them?” Elwood blushed and turned into my hand.

“Other people don’t see them the way you do.” He said, kissing my palm. “Now answer my question. Do you trust me?”

“yes Elwood.” I said, letting him pull my hand back down to his chest. “I trust you.” Elwood smiled and gathered both my wrists in one hand. Grabbing his tie, he drew my hands up to the headboard. Elwood leaned up to start wrapping the tie around my wrists, intertwining the tie with the headboard. Elwood kissed my wrists as I kissed his chest. Elwood looked down at me with an amused smile on his face. I nuzzled into him as he paused his work to watch me.

“having fun?” He asked as I trailed kisses as far as I could reach, running my nose over the slope of his pecs. His eyes fluttered as I pressed a kiss over his heart. I hummed as he moved so we were eye level, a small pout on my face. “Hmmm.” He mused before shaking his head. “Another time.” Elwood kissed me again as his hands went to work getting his belt off. I heard the buckle hit the floor as he dropped it off the side of the bed and whimpered. Elwood chuckled against my lips as his fingers worked on mine. It joined his on the floor, followed quickly by my pants. Elwood pulled back and watched me with a smirk. I watched his fingers pop the button on his dress pants and pull the zipper down. I bit my lip as he shifted his hips so I could see his bulge through the pants.

“Elwood. Stop teasing. Please.” I whined. Elwood chuckled again as he knelt on the bed. He pulled the pants down and shifted until the was able to toss the pants over the side with a smirk. “Elwood!” I laughed as he crawled up my body again. He pressed kissed up my stomach and chest before kissing along my throat. Elwood sucked a hickey just under my jaw before moving up to under my ear.

“there’s something about the idea of matching hickies.” He whispered before adding another hickey to my growing collection. I moaned and canted my hips up to try to meet Elwood’s. “Ah ah ah.” He teased, licking over the hickey. “Patience is a virtue.”

“one I’ve been told I don’t have.” I shot back, arms straining against the tie holding me to the headboard. “Please Elwood. Please.” Elwood chuckled before pulling back. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. Catching my eye, he waited until I nodded. Elwood slowly pulled down my underwear, tossing it over his shoulder with a devilish smile. I watched as he slowly did the same to his own underwear before settling over me again. He kissed me softly before nuzzling his nose against my cheek.

“since you begged so nicely.” He whispered, pressing open mouthed kisses along my throat. “Ready darling?” I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist and whimpering at the feeling of his head at my entrance.

“ready.” I breathed out, gasping when Elwood snapped his hips forward and entered me. “I’m not going to last long.” I whimpered as I dug my heels into his back. Elwood nodded, burying his face in my neck.

“I’m not going to either.” He panted, hot breath fanning over my collarbone. The sound of skin against skin and panting filled the room, Elwood moving to kiss me. One hand came up to cup my cheek while the other lifted my hips off the bed so he could thrust deeper into me. I moaned against his lips, gripping the tie holding me to the headboard. Elwood slipped his tongue into my mouth and started to sloppily make out with me. He slid his arms under my body and held me close, every noise he made vibrating against me. As his thrusts grew sloppy, he moaned into my mouth. “(Y/N).” His breathy groan triggered my orgasm.

“Elwood. Oh Elwood.” My head fell back as I moaned. Elwood smirked against my skin and followed me over the edge, chanting my name as he fell. It took a few minutes for us to come down, sweaty foreheads pressed together and chaste kisses exchanged in the afterglow. Elwood reached up and undid the tie holding my hands up. As soon as the fabric gave, my arms were wrapped around him.

“you alright?” Elwood asked. I nodded.

“yeah.” I breathed out, accepting another kiss. “Never better.” Elwood smiled at me and hummed happily as I ran my fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “You alright?” I asked. Elwood nodded.

“yeah.” Rolling off me, Elwood pulled me to his chest before moving to pull the blankets over us. “I’ll go bail out Jake tomorrow. But for tonight…” I giggled as he kissed my head.

“yeah.” I agreed. Elwood tucked me under his chin and I fell asleep to the sound of his heart.

[hydrogentruck]

" I've power to spare, "

" This steam is lighter than air! "

Last updated June 24th.

HEADCANONS

•.◇ Cryogenic tanker, always feels cold

•.◇ Hydra is very emotionally immature. It's something he's been working on, but he hates how shit he is at regulating his emotions. Half the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

•.◇ Autism and ADHD.

•.◇ Big fan of bugs. Owns a couple tarantulas and a scorpion...much to the dismay of the other freights.

•.◇ Terrified of needles. Will downright refuse to have a shot if it's not incredibly necessary, and even that can't happen without a panic attack.

•.◇ Hates having his hair and the back of his neck touched.

•.◇ Originally built in Germany. Has basically lost the accent, but was downright unintelligible when they first got the yard. Think those "no little german boy no!" videos...That's what they sounded like.

•.◇ Very, very passionate about the environment. He writes down the times he sees trees starting to bud every year, and goes on hour long rants about climate change if they bloom too early.

•.◇ Can't properly sleep without this giant stuffed sea turtle named Tim Johnson, a weighted blanket, and some form of white noise. They'll take a 20 minute power nap just about anywhere, but they need all that stuff for a full eight hours.

•.◇ Hydra is huge. They're 6'3 (compared to the other freights, he's actually about 8'8 next to humans), and generally bulky. All that freezer equipment and insulation needs a lot of room. Despite that, he's basically harmless. They let Slick bully them, and he's nearly twice her size.

•.◇ Gets dreams of the Starlight on occasion. It's one of the reasons why he decided to partner with Rusty after the crash.

[riflebrass]

I just had an amazing experience on Helldivers. There's a transport ship called a Pelican. You usually use them to extract from your mission. Well there's one mission where they act as tankers and you have to fill them with oil. I was doing one of those missions and while I'm filling it up a flock of flying bugs called Shriekers swooped in on me. They all flew through the Pelican's engine and died immediately. Peak bird behavior.

[doctorwhatif]

Name: Tsuyoi Hono

Species: tanker bug

Gender: female (can be futa)

Sexuality: bi

Other info: can breathe fire and is unnaturally strong.

"What if" world: unknown

[slick2quick]

[Mod from another blog here: I don't know if my ask went through or not, but I'm the anon using the radio slang. But I do like how that new anon started going about the red thing too. XD XD Also I the first anon to mention the crash of old 97. Lol BTW you would happen to be the oil tanker on anon popping into @ask-widesmile-theredcaboose are you? xD Also you don't have to reply to this ask, it was mostly just cuz I didn't want to bug ya to much by popping into your DMs. (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ]

sprite. ah yes !! i’m pretty sure i did get your ask , i just didn’t have enough gifs that i wanted to reply to all my asks and i didn’t want to repeat :) i’ll answer any of my asks in the next day or so !! and you were i’m sure !!!

and teehee .. that maaaay be me. i got so giddy when i saw a CB , he is my favorite character. but hey !! feel free to hop into my dms , they’re always open :)

[cheapsweets]

The nocuous Shonweak

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum

Jinhao shark fountain pen with fine, hooded nib, with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch. I'd considered adding some colour, but didn't have time this week; imagine it's got telltale orange/yellow and black warning colouration :)

It's been interesting trying to relearn pen shading techniques from scientific illustration again (as ever, suspect going a bit bigger would make this easier, I'm also going to have another rummage through my pens to see if I can find an even finer nib, since the one's I've been using don't come close to using a dip pen).

Reasoning under the cut;

The Shonweak is so called because it is proof against fire.

Okay, first things first, we get no indication about what type of creature this is. My default assumption when the bestiary authors don't give us any more detail is that is must be a Beast, but I've been wanting to mix it up a bit. But what to go for...?

Of all poisonous creatures, it has the strongest poison. Other poisonous creatures kill one at a time; it can kill several things at the same time. For if it has crawled into a tree, it poisons all the apples and kills those who eat them. In addition, if it falls into a well, the strength of its poison kills those who drink the water.

Okay, a poisonous critter, and not just poisonous, the most poisonous...! Okay, this narrows it down a bit. We get some creatures that are occasionally poisonous due to their diet (including certain birds, and snakes!), but mostly we're looking at amphibians, insects, echinoderms, fish, flatworms, and some others too.

This also made me think about the line between poisonous and venomous. We've all been on tumblr a while, so we've probably seen the memes, but technically the main difference is that poisonous animals deliver their toxin passively (in this context, being eaten is passive...)

We also know that this thing can crawl into a tree, so must be able to climb (that eliminates most fish, for starters).

I've gone for a beetle, since drawing an arthropod is pretty different from anything I've done thus far. Main influences are;

The diabolical ironclad beetle, a tiny awesome critter that is nigh on indestructable. It has a flattened body, fused elytra, and a cool, knobbly surface to its armour; I gave the elytra a bit of an overlap, so it could consider clamping its body down if it gets into a sticky situation (like a fire).

Bombadier beetles; in case you're not aware of them, their defence mechanism is spraying near-boiling noxious chemicals at attackers (you'll also be familiar with them if you've ever read the Spider World books by Colin Wilson!). The most famous ones are yellow and black, and you can see the nozzle on the end of its abdomen.

While the bombadier beetle does actively spray toxins, keeping them in its body also makes it poisonous - best of both worlds!

Also can't deny the influence of the blue death feigning beetle, a very aestheic insect indeed, and if I'm honest, the tanker bug from Starship Troopers...!

I did look at large beetles like the goliath beetle for some inspiration, especially around the legs (I imagine the Shonweak to be pretty big as beetles go), but decided against it since they're a lot fancier, and I figured a tough, fire-braving critter like this to be a little plainer and unadorned.

It resists fire and alone among creatures can put fires out. For it can exist in the midst of flames without pain and without being consumed by them, not only because it does not burn but because it puts the fire out.

Okay, if this is the creature I strongly suspect it is, this is an interesting wrinkle to the mythology around it; it's proof against fire because it puts the fire out (not something I've heard before). I'll have more to say if it does turn out to be what I suspect...

Okay, hear me out... The bombadier beetle combines exothermic chemicals in its body to produce its boiling, caustic spray... What if a creature could do something similar for a seriously endothermic reaction; it would be almost like a tiny, living fire extinguisher... I imagine the Shonweak as a bomadier beetle relative, spraying freezing toxins at enemies (or just generally if stuck in a fire, or if it falls down a well, or if those apples are looking particularly hostile...)

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 27: Family Matters

The morning sun glows pink over the rocky roads. Over at the Crew's base camp, Luigi and Pomni are tending to the rig while Meggy and Uzi guard the Gator Brothers. Ragatha and Saturday arrive on the scene and begin their interrogation.

Ragatha: Alright Mister Gummigoo, let's start from the beginning. What brought you into the Outlaw Business?

Gummigoo: It's just a matter of circumstance. Times tend to get tough when you live so far from the capital, especially in the dry season.

Ragatha: And that's why you've become friends with Chewmaw?

Gummigoo is silent for a moment as he shoots a scathing glare at Ragatha.

Gummigoo: We're NOT friends. If I could I'd have nothing to do with the bastard.

Saturday: Then why help him? You may be a ruffian, but you always do it your way.

Gummigoo: I did....... until our town's stores got snagged by some Honeypotters.

Chad: Mum tried to help bug em off and got her leg gnarled. Others got it worse.

Max: Yeah. We started Syrup Running for Chewmaw so we could take a little extra for her and the town.

Gummigoo: It's also to keep Chewmaw from targeting the town. With the state it's in, a small band would be more than enough to wipe it off the map. Bandits are less likely to attack a town they think is already under their control.

Ragatha begins to show a little pity, but Saturday is a bit cautious. She's seen first hand how effective he is at crafting a good story to help get his way, true or otherwise.

Saturday: Where is this hometown of yours?

Max: Just north of here. Straight shot.

Chad: We can get there by noon with your rig.

Saturday: Alright........ here's what we're gonna do. We'll escort you and the tanker to this town of yours and see if your claims are true.

Gummigoo: Fine by me. Keep in mind that Chewmaw likely knows you're back by now, and he'll have his men on the lookout for your rig. Best you take the tanker when you head into town.

Saturday: Hm............

Crocodile: Croc's honor, I am telling you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

A tense silence hangs in the air as the two stare each other down.

Saturday: ..........Fine. We'll escort you in the tanker.

Tari had just exited the trailer as Saturday points to her.

Saturday: Tari, you'll drive the tanker into town. Spletzer and Emo Girl will be your lookout.

Uzi: I have a name, you know.

Saturday: Ragatha, you stay with the others and keep the rig out of sight, but make sure you're still close by in case you're needed.

Ragatha: Yes Ma'am.

Saturday: Germaine.......

Gummigoo looks up with a smirk. He didn't expect her to use his first name like that.

Saturday: Don't do anything stupid.

Gummigoo: Heh......... will do, Loo.

A few hours later and the high noon sun hangs above a local shanty town. The tanker enters through the front gates and Tari maneuvers the tanker between the buildings as the group gets a good look at the place........ which has clearly seen better days. Many of the buildings are riddled with scratch and claw marks, and the local woodwork shop is still busy making caskets. Every now and then you can see an insectoid husk with a fractured opalescent abdomen. It looks like Gummigoo's story rang true.

Gummigoo: Park the tanker outside the hospital.

The tanker pulls in front of a weathered hospital building. Through the front doors comes an Orange-Blue octopus with a doctor's stethoscope and a pair of glasses. Loolilalu steps down from the tanker, along with Gummigoo who still has his hands tied.

Gummigoo: Good afternoon, Otto.

Otto: Mr. Gummigoo, fancy seeing you with.........Lady Bonbon! I was not aware of your return to the Sweetlands. Welcome to Saint Marzipan!

He scuttles over to the two and wipes some sweat from his scalp.

Otto: Excuse me, where are my manners? I am Dr. Octavius McBrickles. The folks here usually call me Otto. Though, may I ask why you have Mr. Gummigoo all tied up?

Saturday: Oh, I caught him and his brothers commandeering a tanker with illegal modifications. Then he told me about the incident in this town and I wished to verify this claim.

Otto: Oh dear. Lady Bonbon, I am TERRIBLY sorry about this. Please understand that Mr. Gummigoo was only trying to help after the Honeypotter attacks. Our syrup supplies have been spread thin and-

Saturday: At ease, doctor. I will not report this to the authorities. This did technically occur beyond our jurisdiction, after all.

Gummigoo and Otto were both shocked at Saturday's sudden act of charity. It looks like she realized that Gummigoo was telling the truth. She unties him and Otto calls for some nurses to help empty the tanker.

Otto: You are too kind, M'lady. And your timing is impeccable. I don't think we would've lasted the rest of the week otherwise.

Saturday: Oh, don't thank me. Thank the bloke who managed to snag it.

Gummigoo: D'aw, now you're just trying to butter me up.

Some time later, we arrive at Gummigoo's homestead. Saturday, Meggy, Uzi, Max, and Chad are all chilling in the living room as a big, gruff, Green and Purple Gator wearing some overalls comes in with a pot of tea. His name is Gerald.

Gerald: I'm sorry ya'll got caught up in my son's hairbrained schemes. I warned him about the kind of trouble it would cause.

Meggy: No worries. We deal with stuff like this all the time.

Uzi is quiet as she holds her mug of tea. It's been a while since anyone has treated her with such hospitality. Gerald takes a seat and lets out an exhausted sigh.

Gerald: Miss Bonbon, I know my son isn't exactly a stickler for the rules.

Saturday: I believe that's quite the understatement.

Gerald: I warned him about associating himself with bandits and the kind of troubles it would cause, even if he's doing it to help us. Unfortunately, he's got his Pop's stubbornness along with his Mum's moxxie.

Saturday: Well, your son's "hairbrained schemes" may have given us a lead on how we can take on Chewmaw.

Gerald: Yeah. I heard he's got something big planned. Something that can only lead to disaster.

We see Gummigoo and Tari enter the parents room. In the bed lies a plump Yellow and Red Gator with a bonnet and a pair of reading glasses. This is Maple, and she's more than happy to see her little troublemaker again.

Maple: Germaine! How's my little lad on the lamb doin'?

Gummigoo: Great as gravy, mum.

She gently holds Tari's metal arm.

Maple: And you must be one of his new friends. It's a pleasure to meet you, luv.

Tari: It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Gummigoo.

Maple: Oh please, call me Maple. A friend of my son is a friend of mine.

Gummigoo: How's the leg coming along? Otto told me he just started your treatment.

Maple: It's feeling much better now, Germaine. That syrup you brought back is working WONDERS. Otto says I'll be right as rain before Harvest Season. Good thing too, because me and Gerald still have a winning streak to keep up!

She gestures to a series of trophies on the top shelf. Each one is engraved with the date of previous "Harvest Festival Dance-off" events.

Tari: Wow, you really like your dancing, don't you.

Maple: Ever since me and Gerald first met on the dance floor. Why do you think my boy was able to dance with the princess?

Saturday: *ahem*

Speaking of which, we see Saturday standing in the doorway starring daggers at Gummigoo.

Gummigoo: Anyways, um........ we should get going. Gotta go topple ourselves a Warlord and all that.

He quickly makes his leave, ushering Tari and Saturday out of the room.

Maple: You kids have fun!

He quickly closes the door behind him. He sees a bemused smirk.

Tari: So........... you two danced?

Gummigoo chuckles nervously at the recollection of that event.

Gummigoo: It was just a one time thing.

Saturday: He and his brothers snuck into a family paryt uninvited. I'm pretty sure he tried to take my crown.

Gummigoo: I mean, I gave it back, didn't I?

Saturday: Was that before or after you crashed your wagon into the bakery?

Tari leaves the two to their little chat. Seeing Gummigoo, or Germaine rather, meeting up with his mum made her feel all cozy inside......... but also kinda sad. Like something's missing.

Clench: You good?

Tari: Yeah....... just thinking, is all.