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diaryofanidiot · 1 year

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The Neverland Curse

Chapter One

Summary: MC is on the receiving end of a strong curse. They've been reverted back to a child until they can earn a meaningful memory from each of those they care about. It's up to the Demon Brothers & Co. to care for them until then.

Cw: Cursing, verbal fighting, yelling, anxious thoughts, small Bible mention

Chapter list Prologue <1> 2 3 4 5

(Not proof-read. Pls notify me of any mistakes 🙏🏻)

I gripped Solomon's hand tightly as we approached the giant house. He told me I had been there before, but just as my brain struggled to place his name, it struggled to pull any memories of this place to the surface.

"Do you remember this? It's called the House of Lamentation."

I frowned and shook my head slowly. "I don't know..." I couldn't help the whine that seeped into my voice. I didn't like this feeling.

He knelt down and straightened my uniform that, while it had luckily shrunk too, was still really baggy. The rough fabric did little to help my emotionally fuzzy state.

"That's alright, small one." He smiled warmly at me, "we'll have you feeling better in no time."

My breath hitched as he picked me up, my feet leaving the ground in one quick motion. I looked at the big house with wide eyes. Everything was dark, including the storm clouds that lingered over the top of the roof. I thought the walk to get here though the forest of dead trees was scary, but this was way worse.

Solomon rubbed the back of my head as I gripped his uniform jacket for comfort and hid my head in his shoulder.

He gripped the large knocker on the door and told me to cover my ears. I listened. From the force of his arm, 3 loud knocks boomed. I slowly uncovered my ears as I heard scrambling footsteps.

"COMIN'! HOLD YER HORSES!"

The door opened to another white-haired man, disheveled from running to the door. He looked at Solomon through his orange tinted sunglasses.

"You said there was something wrong with (MC)??" He asked, panicked. "Wait... who's the kid?"

I hid my face into Solomons shoulder once more as I was now the topic of conversation.

"(MC)?" Solomon pulled on my chin with his finger to get me to look at him. "Everything's alright. No need to be shy."

Sunglasses Man stared in shock, jaw agape and eyes unblinking. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO (MC)?!"

I jumped from the sudden yelling and felt tears start to well up in my eyes. Why was he mad? Did I do something wrong?

As I aggressively wiped the tears that began falling, I noticed a taller man approach the doorway as well. He was quizzically silent for a moment before speaking.

"That's (MC)?"

"Yes, Beel." Solomon bounced me lightly on his hip in an effort to soothe me. "Their memories seemed to have reverted back to childhood just like their body. I don't think they remember much about the Devildom."

Sunglasses Man looked hurt, but the one he called Beel smiled sympathetically and reached out a hand toward me. His hand was warm on my shoulder in comparison to how cold I was from being outside. It broke me out of my emotional state, and I reached out, wanting to be transferred to him.

"Ouch. Replaced already." Solomon chuckled, handing me off to Beel. I didn't pay him attention. I just wanted to be warm.

"You have some explaining to do."

"Calm down, Mammon. Just get everyone in one place and I'll explain what I know so far." I watched from over Beel's shoulder as Solomon pushed past into the doorway. The one he called Mammon rolled his eyes and messed with his phone.

"Fine. Told everyone to meet us in the dinin' room. Cmon."

I looked around each room with wide eyes. It was like a castle! I couldn't help but feel the want to run around and explore. I began to push away from Beel, squirming to be let down. He placed me down, but as I was about to run off, his finger hooked into the back of my shirt collar, holding me in reach.

"Don't leave yet." His voice was noticeably deep and calm. "We gotta wait here."

I frowned at this.

"But I wanna exploooree," I whined. It wasn't fair. Everything was so pretty, and I wanted to go look around. I looked up at the tall man, and the look he was giving was enough to make me go quiet.

I glanced to my side at the sight of movement in the corner of my eye. Sunglasses ma- er, Mammon... was pacing around and biting his nail. I didn't know why til the door swung open and the clicking of shoes reached my ears.

Instinctively, I hid behind Beel; suddenly gripped with nervousness. His hand rested on top of my hair, ruffling it reassuringly. I peeked around his leg to see a dark-haired man with a serious expression on his face.

Scary.

"What's this 'emergency' meeting for, Mammon?"

Mammon scratched the back of his head, stumbling with his words as four others walked into the dining room, watching the scene unfold.

Solomon interrupted. "It's MC." He said, stepping next to Mammon. "I found them in the library and -"

The intimidating man glowered. "Where are they?"

I felt Beel's hand on my back, gently pushing me in front of him. I tried to return to my hiding spot behind him, but the scary man's eyes met mine before I could. His eyes widened in surprise, and I squeaked in fear.

"Solomon, explain."

I looked around at the others while their voices faded in the background. Why was everyone looking at me? I couldn't remember any of them, but they all knew my name. What was up with that?

"Hey (MC)" a strawberry blond man knelt beside me. He looked as nice as he smelled. "Do you remember who I am?"

I shook my head, still clutching the leg of Beel's pants.

"My name's Asmodeus." He smiled at me warmly. "This all must be pretty confusing, huh?"

"Asmodi- As-" Another big name. This is frustrating.

He chuckled and poked in between my scrunched eyebrows. "You can call me what you want, sweetie. You're gonna give yourself wrinkles, frowning like that."

I giggled at his joke, but the sound of my laughter grabbed everyone else's attention; much to my dismay. The purple haired guy's eyes started tearing up, and he shook with excitement.

"Levi, contain yourself..." Beel warned. Too late.

Levi rushed over and lifted me in the air before hugging and swinging me around rapidly. "THAT WAS SO MOE! DO IT AGAIN MC! PRETTY PLEAASSEEE??"

Overwhelmed at the sudden movement, I screamed. Who can blame me? Stranger danger, right?

I felt myself yanked from his arms by another. I clung to whoever it was, waiting for the dizziness to fade. What just happened...

"Levi, you scared them. Don't you realize how disoriented this whole situation must be to (MC)? They don't remember who we are, got that?"

This guy was new, too. I looked up at whoever was holding me. It was the blond guy who was reading a book when walking in. Despite not wanting to be held by another new person, I clung to my savior, who rescued me from being smothered.

Before I knew it, an argument had started. My name was thrown around a few times, throwing my attention around everywhere. I whimpered and pressed my hands to my ears.

"QUIET!" A single voice boomed over the other's, silencing them all. The dark-haired man glared at anyone who tried to speak, shutting them all up thoroughly. The heels of his shoes clicked against the hard floor as he walked over to me.

"(MC)? Could you look at me?"

I hesitated before meeting his eyes. They looked more sympathetic now.

"What all do you remember? It's important that you think back."

I frowned in concentration and thought about Solomon in the library with me. "Soo- Mon said I could go home..."

I heard a chuckle at my botched pronunciation of the name and shyly moved closer to the one holding me.

"No, (MC), before that. Do you remember anything about what you were doing before that?"

I shook my head. Too many questions. I wanted this to be over with.

"Okay, something easier." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you remember any of our names?"

I nodded happily, and he looked relieved. "That's Soo-man, That's Bee, That's Azzy, and that's Sunglasses man- I mean, Maman." I pointed at each, respectively. All I received in return was a pained look.

"MAMAN?!" Mammon shrieked indignantly before flopping onto the floor in defeat. "The human is officially broken."

"Mammon, calm yourself." Solomon smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll take the book with me and work towards figuring out how to reverse the curse."

"I need to notify Diavolo. Satan, I trust you can handle them?"

My eyes widened. Satan? I looked at him and couldn't resist poking his cheek. "Your name is like the bad guy in the bible."

His face went blank, and he drew a sharp breath. I don't think he liked that very much. He drew his lips into a sharp, irritated smile and nodded. "I got this, Lucifer."

My jaw dropped at that, and I looked at the dark-haired man. "You're also -" Satan clamped a hand over my mouth before I could finish.

"Human mythology is the bane of my existence." He growled. Lucifer gave him a sympathetic smirk and walked off, phone in hand. In the meantime, I was given a rundown of everyone's name. Each one of them being harder and harder for my small mind to pronounce.

Beelzebub seemed to sense my frustration and walked into the neighboring kitchen for a short time. He returned with a small bowl in hand and showed it to me.

"Are you hungry?" I looked into the bowl and saw strawberries a dark shade of red with black stems. They definitely looked like strawberries...

"They're blood strawberries. They're good, (MC)" To show me, he took one a popped it in his mouth. I hesitantly followed suit. The juiced dripped down my chin as a grin broke out on my face.

"Yummy!"

Satan placed me into one of the dining room chairs, and the bowl was placed in front of me. The man next to me, Belphie, I think, peeked open an eye from the movement going on next to him. He smiled lazily at me.

I picked up a Blood Strawberry and held it out to him. "Wan one?"

He accepted it with a chuckle and ate it before going back to sleep. He seemed nice. The door slammed open, and I jumped, knocking the rest of my strawberries to the floor. Lucifer walked in with an air of authority.

"Diavolo is on his way. Best behavior, everyone."

I gulped. Who was that and why did Lucifer seem so serious about it? Diavolo must be scary..

#chapter one is finished ^-^#hope you all enjoyed #dm to be added to a taglist #obey me #omswd #obey me agere #agere fic #obey me shall we date

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sparxymcfly · 2 years

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Look at me. Look me in the eyes. Incredibly important question to posit here.

If there was a Muppet version of Back to the Future which character would make for the funniest one to be the token human?

okay because I’m losing my MIND over this. On the one hand, it would be SO funny for Marty to be the human, on account of it would make his entire family muppets. Can you imagine. So much of the cast of these films is Marty’s blood relatives. Can you imagine Marty- human, still definitely Michael J. Fox Marty- at the McFly family dinner scene in the first movie and everyone is muppets. Can you imagine the Biff muppet being intimidating. Marty full on chucking the Tannen muppets across the room. Marty being grabbed by muppets and successfully stopped. Muppets throwing Marty in the trunk. Marty is tall for once in his life but at what cost. Think about Biff again because I can’t stop laughing.

On the OTHER hand, Doc being this mad fucking scientist in this town full of muppets and everyone thinks he’s crazy. You’ve got this one muppet, a little guy, wants to be a rockstar, and one day he approaches the mad scientist and they become best friends. Everyone thinks he’s crazy but it’s never about him being a human in a sea of muppets, they’re just “his science is too crazy”. As this six foot some man just towers over all of them. Can you imagine Doc just practically sitting to maintain eye contact with muppet Marty. Doc falls in love with the Clara muppet and they have muppet children. No one questions this. Doc having to operate a train that was sized for muppets to get them back to the future.

They’re both such stellar options I can’t even function, thanks so much for coming <3 let me know what you think because I’m just gonna keep laughing about this.

#bttf #back to the future #marty mcfly #doc brown #YES i'm putting this in the tags #this is so important #nothing has ever been more important to me at any moment #I MEAN YOU COULD MAKE SOMEONE ELSE THE HUMAN TOO #human tannens would be really fucking funny #or a human clara because can you imagine there being Just Muppets until the third movie and a human woman shows up #you're just like 'oh i guess they're all muppets' and then muppet doc gets the heart eyes #or what if the human was george #that would only pan out for the first film but it'd be fucking funny #'bro why are you a wimp you are like two muppets tall'#sorry i'm cackling <3 #hope you all enjoyed

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sad-emo-dip-dye · 4 months

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BSD Winter: Day 31

#the last day!!!!!#hope you all enjoyed #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd mayoi #chuuya nakahara

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icouldntfindthedoor · 1 year

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Captured! Ghost x Reader (Part 2)

Planned to post this evening but I’m being called in to work the evening shift due to sickness, more moolah for me haha. Enjoy the fluff.

Warnings for mentions of violence and murder and sad Ghost, reader’s gender is never mentioned and @hypernovaxx wanted to be tagged for the update. Think I’m doing this right, I’m not used to posting these types of fics on tumblr.

You’re not sure what stirs you awake first. The beeping next to your ear, the unfamiliar sheets wrapped around your body or the throbbing pain from both your leg and your stomach. A shiver rolls down your spine and you slowly blink your eyes open, seeing a white ceiling above you. You open your mouth to speak, but it’s like you’ve been gargling sand. Your throat is dry and rough, you run your tongue over cracked, bloodied lips, and try to speak again.

“Simon?” It’s the only word that comes to you.

“I’m here.”

You turn your head towards his hard, gravelly voice. Simon’s sitting beside your bed, his mask nowhere to be seen. Kohl is smeared around his eyes, which look puffy and bloodshot, like he’s not slept for days.

Or has been crying.

You try to reach for him but wince, a bolt of pain shooting up your abdomen.

“Easy, love, you’ve been put through the wringer,” Simon says.

“That’s one way to describe it,” you say. You barely recognize your own voice.

Simon grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table and brings it to your lips. You take slow sips at first, but soon you’re downing the whole bottle in no time at all. You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were. Simon’s careful not to let the water spill onto your face. Once you’re finished he pulls the bottle away and gently traces your cheek with trembling fingers.

“You scared me.”

You blink up at him. Simon’s eyes drift away from yours. “I scared you?” You repeat.

Simon swallows thickly. Without the mask, you see how his Adam’s apple bobs, how his jaw clenches as he thinks over his words. He glances at you again, but he doesn’t meet your gaze.

“In the warehouse. When you passed out. I... I thought you’d died.”

You reach for him again. This time your hand finds his and you clasp it, squeezing it. “You should know by now I’m hard to kill,” you say, trying to ease the tension in the room. It’s so thick it’s suffocating.

Simon doesn’t chuckle. He doesn’t even smile. Normally you could get a laugh out of him by acting cocky, or at least a little twitch of the lips. He’d told you once before that he found it cute. Now however, his expression is hard, his mouth set in a thin, firm line. He takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“It brought back memories. Bad ones,” he says.

You don’t say anything, but you squeeze his hand again, letting him know that you’re listening. He squeezes back.

“I found my mum like that. Bleeding out on the floor. She was only barely conscious, just holding on long enough to tell me to find my nephew. Save him first... He’d been dead for a while already. I found his body battered and broken next to his bed, like he’d been hiding under there and got dragged out.”

He takes another deep breath and his hand squeezes yours again hard enough that it aches. You don’t pull away.

“You’ve been out for a few days. Doc says you’d be fine, but I kept having nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my family, their mangled corpses telling me it was my fault. And then you were there too, your body just as broken, your blood coating my hands, telling me I’d left you to die, that I was too late.”

You frown and run a thumb soothingly over Simon’s trembling hand. “Simon, what happened to your family wasn’t your fault. What happened to me wasn’t your fault. You did what you could to save all of us.”

“I only barely got to you in time,” Simon snaps, wrenching his hand away, “When I kicked open the door and found them cutting into you like...”

He can’t find the words for what he wants to say, and his hands fly to his face, covering his eyes as he chokes back a sob. His whole body shakes with it. You lay a gentle hand over his arm, squeezing.

“It’s okay to cry, love,” you say gently, “You were scared. So was I. But you saved me. I wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for you.”

Simon lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling. When he pulls his hands away you see the tears rolling down his cheeks, smearing the kohl. “I was scared. I was fucking terrified that I’d lost you.”

“You didn’t,” you say, beckoning him close. He leans in so you can kiss his cheek. “I’m still here, Simon, I’ll always be here for you.”

He nods, swallowing thickly. “I’m here for you too. Whenever you need me.”

#ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #reader insert #fanfic #my writing #cod #call of duty #hope you all enjoyed #i'm gonna go be a wage slave now byeeee #also let men cry and experience their emotions #toxic masculinity i dont know that bitch

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camels-pen · 16 days

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a gift (not a burden)

Ao3 Link | Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Fuck you, I'm in it for us

Usopp was home. He was home he was home he was home!

He was snotty and gross and covered in still healing wounds, but none of that mattered because Luffy was beside him and the others were around him and their new ship just flew through the sky and he was home, he was home, he was really—

Sanji picked up Usopp and brought him to his chest in a crushing hug. Usopp did his best to hug back, his dwindling tears returning full force. Ugly sobs and mangled sorries tumbled from his lips one by one until Sanji pulled him back and kissed him, hard and insistent.

When Usopp calmed against him, when he started to kiss back, Sanji pulled away again. Usopp stared at him. Confused, hopeful, and tingly all over.

“I don’t need anymore time to think,” Sanji said. “I never did; I’ve known the answer all along. I was just scared of messing things up.” He pressed his forehead to Usopp’s, heedless of the long nose curving against his own. “But not anymore.”

Usopp hiccupped. “Y-You’re sure? You don’t mind?”

“Mind?” Sanji laughed, a wet sheen over his eye. “Usopp, being with you would be a gift, not a burden.”

A swell of emotion too big for Usopp’s skeptic heart welled up in his throat. His lips wobbled as he tried not to burst into tears for a third time today.

“Usopp,”—Sanji pulled back the slightest bit, a hand cupping Usopp’s cheek—“will you marry me?”

“Yes, I’ll—” He paused. “NO! What the hell?! Dating comes first!”

Sanji grinned. “If you say so!”

Somehow, Usopp felt as if he’d been tricked—

Sanji pressed a giggling kiss to his lips, twirling him around in his arms.

—but he found he didn’t mind in the slightest.

—

Hours later, Sanji’s hands hovered above Usopp’s bare mark. “Can I…?”

Usopp looked away, his cheeks gaining a red undertone. “Go ahead.”

He pressed his naked side further into the aquarium lounge—aquarium lounge!—bench, Sanji sat in front of him with his hand hovering between them.

Sanji let his hand rest on Usopp’s chest. Usopp flinched, but didn’t move away.

Sanji stared at it. Circled the pad of his finger around the bottle’s edges. Pressed another finger to the hat. It was the definitive proof that no matter how he led his life, how he was raised, whatever hell he might’ve endured with the slightest change in events, he would’ve always stayed a chef at heart.

He would’ve always been able to hold onto his dreams. His interests. Just like his mom wanted.

Fuck.

“Sanji?”

“Sorry,” Sanji hastily wiped the tears from his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just nice knowing I was always going to be a chef, no matter what happened to me.”

Usopp’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean—?”

“Another time,” he said. A particularly strong shiver jostled Sanji’s finger. “Are you cold?”

“N-No.” Usopp turned his face towards the aquarium glass.

Sanji continued tracing. Another shiver wracked Usopp. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear, low and husky, “Are you sure?”

Usopp’s breath hitched. Warmth pooled in Sanji’s gut with the sound. “Because if you were, I’d be happy to warm you up.” He let his hand slip down to cup Usopp’s pec, his thumb rubbing right over his mark. “Let me show you how much my love burns for you, Usopp.”

The skin under his hands grew tense. Sanji paused, pulled back to see Usopp’s eyes screwed shut and his shoulders up to his ears.

Ah. Sanji pulled his hands away. He slowly nuzzled Usopp’s nose with his own. “Too much?” Usopp started to shake his head. “It’s alright, just please, be honest.”

Usopp deflated in his seat with a sigh. “A little, yeah.” He tugged on Sanji’s hands, pulling him down the couch and guiding him to lay on him. “H-How about this instead?”

Sanji rubbed his cheek against Usopp’s chest. “Works for me.”

“Sanji.”

“Kidding!”

A fond smile grew on his lips. He wrapped a few of Usopp’s stray curls around his finger and hummed, pressing a soft kiss above Usopp’s heart.

“This is perfect.”

#one piece #sanji #usopp #sanuso #soulmate au #opfwex #opfwex2024 #opexchange #nemo the writing ho #and with that it is doneee #hope you all enjoyed #i'll get to the soulmark placement notes when i've got more energy for it ✌️

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sparkarrestor · 9 months

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Troublesome Coaches 4: A New Home For Dexter

Written By: SparkArrester

The engine’s plan had worked. The Pullmans, while still not very pleasant to talk to, finally knew that they were not as important as they had thought, and runs on the boat train were pleasant once again, with Gordon and James proudly heading the service!

One day, Duck was shunting the yard, as usual. He was bringing some coaches back to the carriage sidings, when he spotted a Pullman coach on its own in a siding. While it was still kept in decent condition, it was clear that it wasn’t as looked after as the others. It looked sad, staring into space. Duck felt sorry for it, and began speaking to it.

“Hello there.”

The coach jumped, and, after getting itself together, wore a big smile.

“Why hello there! It’s very rare that anyone talks to me! I’m No.13, and your Duck, aren’t you!”

“How did you know my name?”

“You're the shunter after Percy left, and I see you every day!”

“Ah… Right. I should have known that.”

The two began to strike up a wonderful conversation. Eventually, Duck asked the big question.

“So, why are you here, and not with the other Pullmans?’

13 began to frown.

“Well… it’s because-”

“Because he’s nothing but trouble!”

Duck looked over to the carriage sheds, where Oleander and the other coaches stood, glaring at 13.

“How’s he trouble?!” Retorted Duck, “He’s far nicer to speak to than you lot!”

“Well…”, sniffed Oleander, “Ever since he was added to our rake, there was always something going wrong! First, it was jammed brakes!”

“Then, it was cracked springs!”, Exclaimed a first class coach.

“Then there was a leaking brake pipe”, Snorted the Dining Coaches.

“Then a fractured axle, somehow!”, Finished the brake coach, “That’s why he’s in a siding and not with us!”

No.13 looked ashamed at this, and unfortunately, Duck had to leave. He spent the rest of the day wondering what he could do for No.13.

Duck was still pondering as he went about his work the next day.

“There has to be something I could do for him…”, He said to himself, “He doesn’t deserve to be left in that siding!”

“Who’s being left in a siding?”

Duck looked over, and saw Gordon being readied for the big express.

“One of the Pullmans.”, replied Duck, “He's been there for-”

“Ahhhh, No.13…”, cut in Gordon.

“You know him?”

“Of course I do!”, grunted Gordon, “The poor lad always had something bad happening to him! He was always so sad about it, and the other Pullmans just made him feel worse!”

“Well, I’m trying to put that right!”, said Duck, “Are you able to get him back on Godred’s Morning Glory?”

“Well…”, replied Gordon, “The train’s getting more and more popular lately. Another coach wouldn’t hurt I suppose.”

“That settles it!”, smiled Duck, “I’ll go get No.13 right away!”

No.13 was thrilled to be back on the train. The other Pullmans stared at him, seemingly waiting for something to go wrong, but No.13 didn’t care!

“It’s lovely to be back on the train, I can’t wait to get out of Tidmouth again!”

“W-Well I think it’s nice to have you back-”, Began Ophelia, before being glared down by the other Pullmans.

Gordon didn’t comment on this exchange as he set off from the liner terminal.

The run began well, with the outbound train arriving at Barrow on time.

“Maybe No.13’s troubles have finally left him…”, mused the Pullmans.

But that was to be proven wrong very soon. The return run was going well, with James having a smooth run, until…

“Oh my goodness! What’s happening?”, exclaimed James, as the train came to a halt just past the works station.

The guard came to inspect, and it didn’t take long to find the issue.

“The coach’s axle has snapped!”, he said as he reached the front of the train, “We’ll have to take him off and carry on! It’s a good thing we’re at the works already…”.

No.13 was devastated, and said nothing as he was shunted off the train. The other Pullmans gave him dirty looks, and James, not wanting to make the poor coach feel worse, just gave him a pitying look as he departed again.

“So that didn’t go well…”, sighed Duck when he next met up with Gordon.

“That’s an understatement”, replied Gordon, “But yes, that could have gone far better… I want to help the poor coach, I really do, but other than luxury trains, there's not much he can really do! I’m honestly not sure what can be done now…”.

Duck agreed as he and Gordon went about their separate ways. As he was shunting, however, he overheard some workmen talking.

“Did you hear about the flood at Haultraugh?”

“Oh yes! Quite a few families are without homes for the time being, and the town is struggling in finding a place where they can stay for the time being!”

“It’s a right shame, if only the railway could help out!”

Duck thought about it for a moment, and suddenly got an idea!

“That’s it!”, he exclaimed, frightening the workmen as he quickly ran to finish his shunting.

No.13 sat alone on a siding again, feeling cold and miserable. Suddenly, he saw Duck coming up to him.

“Errr… Hello Duck. What’s up?”

“It’s news! Good news! For you! We’ve found a place where you can be really useful!”

No.13 looked surprised, but heard Duck out as he explained.

“Well that's certainly different… but I’ll give it a try!”

When Gordon next saw No.13, he was shocked!

“What on Earth has happened to you?!”

No.13, rather than still being a coach, had become a camping coach!

“It’s my new job!”, replied No.13, “There’s been a flood at Haultraugh, and I’m going to help provide a home for a family who’s lost their old house!”

“How grand No.13”, smiled Gordon.

“Oh yeah, I’ve almost forgotten! I’ve got a proper name now!”

“Well, what is it?”

“Dexter”, he said, smiling like he had just won the lottery.

Dexter is now as happy as can be. The family who lived in him liked him so much that they still regularly visit him even after they got a new home, and there are always tourists that stay with him while they visit the island. After Duck got his branchline, he always whistles to Dexter, and Dexter always smiles back in return.

#ttte #ttte dexter #ttte coaches #ttte duck #ttte gordon #ttte fic #ttte james #Troublesome Coaches #General RWS Stuff #Hope you all enjoyed #spark writes

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simplegenius042 · 9 months

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Music Monday

Tagged by no one but timezones are weird so it's a given that my Monday is someone's Sunday (or Tuesday... if that works like that).

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @voidika @strangefable @josephseedismyfather @chazz-anova @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @poisonedtruth @cassietrn @shallow-gravy @gaeadene @g0dspeeed and @ishwaris

As per the announcement I made yesterday, there is now 8 days to go until Jurassic World Before The Storm from my @the-untitledverse-blog is released. In celebration, I'm sharing three music choices for the fic in question, a FC5 OC from my @the-silver-chronicles blog and a protagonist from my @life-despair-and-monsters-blog if anyone is interested.

Tomorrow will be some OC information for the upcoming fic if anyone is interested. I'll be putting up some OC ask games on my Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters blogs as well.

Below is the music.

Here's a song for the upcoming Jurassic World fic, which is of course a Jurassic World song, as the occasion calls for it:

Life Finds A Way by NerdOut

"This power right in our hand, new world we couldn't resist But things don't follow the plan, problems that shouldn't exist How many times will we test this but we never learn? There's things we shouldn't have messed with We're watchin' it burn, no matter how much we pretendin' Life wasn't meant to be contained, life finds a way

Trapped in our own disaster, they've been here before The road we're on, they're gonna be here after Yeah, it finds a way, yeah, it finds a way And this time, no matter how much we're pretendin' Life wasn't meant to be contained, life finds a way."

Here's the song for the FC5 OC of mine, under the name Paul Yellowjack, who is Silva's adopted father... well, formerly that is. Here's the song:

A Man Without Love by Engelbert Humperdinck

"I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me So if you see my girl, please send her home to me Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying Say I can't stop myself from crying

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love."

And here's a song for my Life, Despair & Monsters WIPs. Gives me a "protagonists vs antagonists" sort of vibe that I can't help but enjoy. Here's the song:

Take This City by Everfound feat. Joel of for KING & COUNTRY

"Apathy is killing me We could be the saints down on our knees Lifting each other Out of ashes out of ruins Hope will bring a new beginning If we break the silence

So lets take this city Our souls are singing, oh Can you feel the fire in your bones? I know we won't be defeated If love is leading, oh We're laying down our stones.

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We were made for this moment We were meant to be here And we're not gonna stop Till the walls disappear."

#hope you all enjoyed #9 days to go #music monday #fic: jurassic world before the storm #jurassic world #the untitledverse #oc: paul yellowjack #special mention oc #oc: silva omar #far cry 5 #far cry the silver chronicles #life despair & monsters

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seakrisp · 2 years

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9-10/10

this ending has a prologue and also an epilogue???

this WG Uni Au is also a Miss Powers returns kinda au too or whatever jehduabeh

#my art #finally done I'm gonn make more of this stuff soon with more information #hope you all enjoyed #wordgirl #fanart #becky botsford #theodore tobey mccallister iii #miss power #wordgirl fancomic #fan comic #wg au #wg uni au #au

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patchworkpuzzle · 2 years

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I have plenty of potions.

All kinds for every need and situations a traveler like yourself will find yourself in. If you feel brave enough to want one. Some are made for obtaining love, others strength and power, some even for beauty or happiness. Whatever any heart desires can be made and found by me.

But they cannot be bought, oh no. There is a reason many call me and my small business a failure, as I give my wares away for free. One potion to one person. The only catch is, I decide what potion you get; what potion your heart truly needs.

So, will you trust this failing potion seller?

Here are all the potions I have brewed, perhaps you would be interested in some of them? Hm?

oh…. and please enjoy the aesthetic I have created ☽🔮☾

Potions for those My Hero Academia Men:

Drops of Sun for Kaminari, Essence of Purity for Overhaul, Touch of Pliability and Blood of a Lion for Hawks, Touch of Eloquence for Bakugou, Sense of Homeliness for Shouto, A Bolt of Certainty for Tamaki, Frozen Time for Aizawa, and Lilac Vision for Mirio.

Potions for those Haikyuu Men:

Undauntedness and Ardor for Osamu, Pluck of Clairvoyance for Tanaka, Metamorphose Potion for Akaashi, Hint of Cognizance for Hinata, Kiss of Amorous for Atsumu, and Allurement Potion for Terushima

#what a fun and wild ride this was #i loved being this potion peddler that knew all #hope you all enjoyed #🧩.patchy save #🧩.important

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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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little-eye-guy · 1 year

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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

#eye guy speaks #i need that phrase to be removed from everyone's vocabulary Please #why are you so convinced that such things cannot be discovered by or found in the mundane #1/1/23 edit: hope you all have enjoyed yourselves bc im ready for some peace and quiet *turns off reblogs*#1/4/23 edit: please don't comment about wanting to reblog. the experience itself may be fleeting but you will have your memory of it #(aka i turned them off for my health and you will be ok. it's just a post)

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the-phantom-peach · 6 months

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Little Big Changes ✂️~

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CONTEXT~~

A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink

I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3

Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild

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caffichai · 4 months

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Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora

#I can but I can't believe they made the polar bear girl so skinny! :P #Hope you guys like winter stores and spare tires!#Man it was a brutally busy December. I was gonna draw sooo much and then I got sick on top of everything else so this is all I got Q_Q #But I hope y'all enjoy it!#aurora #arknights #pixel art #pixel #digital art #polar bear #ak

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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