#work ladder

[huariqueje]

The Three Ages , Arrigunaga - Agustín Reche Mora 

Spanish , b. 1954 -

Oil on canvas , 61 x 38 cm.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

[xiaq]

It’s nearly done! And I’m a little beside myself.

[loktauri]

Tma au where nothing is wrong ever and Jon gets to pet as many cats as he likes

[messmagu]

Important presents featuring the only dc comic I've read in its entirety probably

Cause these kids are incredibly fun

[dykedvonte]

It’s crazy how expendable all the crew members were to the Pony Express.

A 30% chance that your shipment would be lost. Cargo and crew are inseparable if we are to believe the shitty layout of the Tulpar. People use it because it’s cheap. The labor is cheap. The lives are cheap.

They are all relatively easy to forget about. It’s implied Anya and Curly don’t have many friends or much family to be concerned about them back home. She mentions nothing and no one to fall back on and he feels like wasted his life with the company. Jimmy probably only has Curly, otherwise people wouldn’t care or ask. Of course Daisuke and Swansea have family’s but Swansea thinks poorly of his and Daisuke’s poorly of him. All people in the companies eyes that wouldn’t stir up too much trouble if they became part of the 30%.

It makes it so much sadder because that ladder they were climbing was so small and shitty. There were rungs, ranks, but even the highest was barely off the ground. Jimmy wanted to reach the top of something that was brutally cut off and knocked everyone else off just to not see it.

[isbergillustration]

Writing a horror short story situation that's been spinning like a kebab in my head the last week, and, struggling to get past the first page, I stopped to draw it.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

12ft aliens and the human crewmate they said they didn't want be like

[anglerflsh]

can you tell us more about Sophie's lore with her past and also her why she created Adam?

Sure! Under a cut because this got long lol

Sophie (before the start of the dnd campaign this is set in) was the head scientist of the Archives for which Adam was created.

She was assigned the job to make him by the City's Government so they could have their symbol and mascot and personification and diplomat and archivist all in one -- really Adam wasn't her idea at all! She started to work on him for her boss, and only after did she set out to try and make a person instead of just an automated archival unit with an autoresponder.

That jump was made out of her own desire to push the limits of what she could achieve with science. If the city wanted a symbol of their splendour and advancements, Sophie wanted a symbol of her ability as a scientist. She was pulling a Viktor Frankenstein, essentially, with the main difference that she started to see her creation as a person and got emotionally attached. That's her boy! Her pride and joy even! Yes, he is the making of her lifetime and the machine that made her crowning achievement, but he is also a person she made. Her son, technically, but neither her nor Adam say it out loud.

See, she didn't grow up in the City itself, but in the poor outskirts of it, and had to work desperately in order to reach the position she is in now. Her twenties were a long streak of adopting every social norm possible in order to appear respectable and to hold onto the opportunity she was given to work in the City itself, and of trying desperately to prove herself. After the Adam project started, though, Sophie had concrete proof of her worth, so she started to... live a little, let's say. Give in to the mad scientist streak she's had since forever. Be a little more eclectic. Turn into the wine aunt she was always meant to be.

Her relationship with her coworkers is fraught at best, she doesn't have many friends and did not talk to many people aside from Adam himself -- and even then, she had to raise him with the City's unsavory mentality which was... quite painful for her to do. Adam's not a bad person by any means, she's made sure, but it stings sometimes that he is meant to be the personification of a system, of a City, that held many people like her down.

And then dnd campaign lore proper started and Adam got sent to a Grand Tour of sort for him to publicise the City to the order nations, and the government used that chance to fire Sophie because they did not need her anymore to make Adam work. Sad! She's kicking it with a few friends back in the outskirts now making thingamagigs to help them.

[whatwooshkai]

Heatwave, H E A T W A V E

Eight letters

Number 8, please :D

Heatwave is not small.

Sure, he might be a little out of the average size class for fire trucks, but that’s negligible! He wasn’t even the shortest of his friend group back in Kaon!

But apparently his size is an anomaly in Iacon, because it’s all anyone can seem to focus on.

He's never been insecure about his size before, he's never had a reason to- but the nicknames are getting to him.

Heatwave is at most maybe half a foot shorter than the second shortest mech in their class, but it's all "Hey, Half-Pint!" "What's up, Runt?" "Shortstack" "Little Guy"-

He is this close to killing someone.

“I have an assistant today who’s joining me from the Autobot Fire Force today,” their usual instructor, Rex, announces. He’s a grizzled old mech who has been nothing but the bane of Heatwave’s existence this entire class.

It’s just Firefighter One, and the damn mech runs it like a fucking boot camp.

The other mechs in the class elbow each other and start whispering. He gets some looks from some of the mechs he's friendly with, the kind you exchange when you know the instructor is going to partner you up.

“Now, I expect all of you to treat Quint with the same respect you treat me,” Rex is saying when Heatwaves tunes back in. "He has graciously offered to spend his day off with you worms, so I will not tolerate any disrespect." He glares pointedly at a pair of giggling mechs, who quickly shut up.

"Alright, at attention!" Everyone's spinal strut snaps straight, and Rex looks over the line of mechs. "Alright, everyone's par, okay." He taps away at his comm a little bit, and a silhouette appears in the doorway.

The first thing Heatwave notices is that the mech has to duck through the doorway. Then he stands to his full height, and holy shit.

He's definitely a size class or two above the average for firetrucks, standing maybe five or six feet taller than the tallest mech in the class. His shoulders alone must be twice the width of Heatwave's!

And then he notices the second pair of arms, tucked neatly against the mech's chassis. Four arms!

The mech appraises them with yellow optics narrowed, mouth set in a small frown. Finials flick from where they're pressed against his helm, and when his shoulders shift, the ladder on his back squeaks slightly.

There’s an odd, dark weld over his upper lip and little spots all over his face- and somehow he simultaneously looks like the oldest and youngest mech Heatwave’s ever seen.

“You got anything to say before we start, Quint?” Rex talks like they’re familiar, like they’re friends, but Quint gives him a detached look.

“It ain’t your Primus-given right to be a firefighter,” Quint starts, and damn, that’s a Kaonite accent if Heatwave’s ever heard one. His accent is unusually thick, like he learned Common the old fashioned way instead of just getting a universal translator installed. “You might all be firetrucks, but you ain’t all cut out for this. So don’t expect me to coddle you.”

“Well said,” Rex says with a solemn nod, and Quint side eyes him. After a suffocatingly awkward moment, Rex claps his hands. "Alright. Truck ops with me, engine ops with Quint. My guys, we're running search evolutions until you can do them blindfolded without killing each other. Engine ops, you're stretching until you drop. Alright, break!"

Quint's gaze immediately lands on Heatwave as he shuffles to join the rest of the engines. Heatwave glares right back, shoulders hiking up to his audials.

"Hey, Runt." Heatwave bristles, whirling on Quint with fangs bared.

"Don't call me that," he snaps, but Quint looks unfazed. The rest of the engines are almost at the training tower, but Quint has hung back specifically to talk to Heatwave. Probably about how it's not my Primus-given right to be a firefighter, he thinks bitterly. Fuck off with all that.

"Do you speak Kaonite?" Quint asks, in Kaonite.

Oh, uh. Not what I was expecting.

Heatwave optics go wide, then narrow. "...Yeah," he says slowly in his native tongue, quashing the thrill of hearing it from his own voice again after so long.

Quint brightens significantly, his finials flicking up happily. He gestures for them to walk. "Your accent ain't strong, but it's there. Universal translator?"

"Yeah. I assume you aren't using one?" This feels weird. He's not quite sure why. Quint's lower two arms have uncrossed and are now swinging at his sides, while the top to gesture as he speaks. Heatwave sidesteps to avoid the swinging ones hitting him.

"Nah, learned the old fashioned way," Quint hums. "But that ain't what I'm here to ask you. Why're you so small?"

Heatwave bristles defensively. "I can't control how small I am, okay? It doesn't matter at all, I'm good at what I do-"

"I ain't sayin' you're bad at this, Runt," Quint interrupts, ignoring Heatwave's angry growl at the nickname. "I'm sayin' you should be bigger."

"What?" Heatwave's tanks suddenly cramp, sending a sharp pain through his tcog. He rapidly tamps down his panic. No, not here, fuck, shit-

"You're like, squashed," Quint continues, making gestures with all four of his hands now. "Like you got more mass than your frame knows what to do with."

Heatwave's tanks cramp again. "Are you calling me fat?" he accuses.

Quint rolls his optics. "No. Forget I said anythin'." He points to the training tower. "Now get over there. You're goin' in first."

Fair enough. Heatwave transforms his smoke mask over his face and gets into position next to his fellow firefighters as Quint begins to shout directions in heavily accented Common again.

His size doesn't matter.

Heatwave tries to forget the interaction.

[reksink]

hey, did u see ? off is like coming to steam and theres new stuff too apparently? also official merch

I have indeed! I was in the chat of the announcement stream if you're willing to look for me, hehe!! If I'm being completely honest I was incredibly suprised when the merch was first revealed. Like everyone else I was really happy that Mortis was drawing more OFF related stuff again, but I ever guess something this big was coming for us

My overall thought process if that Mortis was 'past' OFF, you know? A 16 year old project that's haven't had any big new in the longest time, with other current projects to work on, I figured we wouldn't get much outside of anniversary streams

BUT obvious I'm not Mortis, so it's not like I would have a clue about this And I'm not complaining in the slightest of course! I'm not sure when I'll get something, but if I had to choose I'd definitely want the shirts the on Fangamer OMGA. That and the Zacharie pins, hehe

As for the new ports, I'm not sure if I should get it for Steam or Switch. OFF on the go sounds great, but I was wanna show off Steam achivements...A choice indeed Bonus Promo Art Inspired Judge Upon Thy

[smokestarrules]

‘Philip never could have changed and that’s why he’s tragic’ no!!!! Philip absolutely could have changed, that’s why he’s tragic! this man spent 400 years marinating in the culture and experience and people of the place that he was going to commit genocide in and he never once allowed himself to even consider the possibility that everything he was doing was wrong. he had all the time in the world and chose not to.

[chrliekclly]

How did you get your job on sunny? I really wanna go into the entertainment industry.

iv told th story b4 but i got onto th show bcuz i just happened to b n th right place @ th right time

was working on smthn completely different nd drunk on th camera truck during one of our wrap days me, the DIT, nd the loader wer talking abt fave tv shows nd when i said tht always sunny was mine th loaders just like "oh lol funny im the 1st AC on that. i can get u some days if u want" ???

so i...did some days...then i did a season...and now im core crew i guess

[isa-ah]

what are the idiots going turbo racist going to do if it turns out this election was fucked on the back end and all of these numbers are bullshit?

[ur-ghostgirl]

:c

[epickiya722]

I'm still stuck on the fact that Yuji just jumps after Sukuna while in Jacob's Ladder and barely got any injuries from that. Like, the most he got was a couple of burns but even that didn't stop him.