#Rusty Rivets

[colorgachagamer123]

(100% fits my J9 au)

Blaze hanging out with his monster truck friends: "Wow, a surprisingly peaceful domestic moment. When will it be ruined?"

AJ, Ryder, Rusty, Jake, Connor, Santiago, Miles, Doc, & Sofia slamming the door wide open scaring Blaze's friends: "BLAAAAZZEEEE!!!"

Blaze completely unphased: "There it is."

[tithsokphanny31]

What was your favorite Nick Jr show from 2020s?

[daikenkki]

Hotel Hatcher palace by kennage26

[artofmyart]

Sketchaday #rust #inktober

Rust-y Rivets is the main character of animated children’s show about a young inventor and his robots

[most-splendidly]

Rusty rivet on forest donkey

[green-planets]

It's Rusty! I wanted to color a restored version as well-- I still haven't decided if Rusty loses his rust in my personal canon. Probably not, but it's fun to imagine him without it sometimes!

[kivaember]

C4-621, randomly during Ice Worm mission: Rusty is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do? Iguazu: You seriously asking that shit right now, freelancer??? Michigan: What's this, G13? Asking for love advice from yours truly- Walter: He wasn't asking you specifically. 621, just focus on the mission at hand- Michigan: Oh, you're always like that, Walter. No time for romance or anything like that! There's a reason they called you the Heartbreaker of Ganymede! Walter: No one called me that. Michigan: I did. Snail: As riveting as your insipid soap opera drama is, can we focus on the giant mechanical horror in front of us before it kills us all. Michigan: Oh, now Arquebus's love guru's weighing in, huh? Butt out, Snail, you wouldn't know a romantic tragedy even if you starred in one. Snail: I would love to but you are all CLOGGING UP THE OPERATIONAL COMMS LINE. Michigan: Then mute it. No one wants to listen to you anwyays. Snail: I am the field commander of this operation-! C4-621, privately to Iguazu: I repeat my earlier question, as the others seem like they wouldn't give good answers. Iguazu: ... Iguazu: Just punch him in the stomach, then kiss him when he doubles down. C4-621: Okay. Rusty, wondering if everyone forgot he's on the comm line too: ...

[seat-safety-switch]

Glues! You might not be aware of it, but adhesives rule the world around you. No matter what two objects you want to stick together, some egghead in a chemistry lab has worked out an elaborate concoction that will do so. Now you just need to figure out which one it is, and also read some instructions for the first time in your life.

I've never liked glues, probably because of the aforementioned "read the instructions" thing. They either set too fast or not at all, and they make a sticky mess when you knock them over onto your precariously-balanced workbench full of other failed projects. For me, the correct fastener was a bolt, or a rivet, or if you put a gun to my head some kind of stupid finger-pinching clippy thing that would work twice and then break forever.

Nowadays, things are going in a different direction. Fasteners vibrate and come loose. Bolts would rather not stay bolted, if it's all the same to you, pip pip cheerio, sorry about your axle there chap. They also cost money, which bosses don't like. So, automakers and engineers use more glues. Glob goes here, then job goes here. This means that, whenever something else they make breaks, you're going to be spending all afternoon slowly heating up and forcing apart some sticky mess. As a cool bonus, it will also fill your work area with deadly fumes.

What finally turned me in favour of glue? The local autobody shop had to throw out a whole bunch of autobody epoxy. This stuff is hyper-sticky, meant to glue whole cars together. All I had to do was pour it into their dumpster, and then back my rusty shitbox of a daily driver in there. Sealed up all the rust holes, and probably permanently entombed some of the trunk mice in there as well. No more wet feet! No more poop in the glovebox!

Sure, when it comes time to change the rear tires, it's going to kinda suck to get them off the wheel. Hey, wait, when they pop a hole in them I can probably just fill them up with glue too! What idiot ever thought to put air in tires in the first place? Get with the modern era of industrial adhesives, suckers.

[colorgachagamer123]

you got the most intriguing au i have ever seen, i gotta see it on wattpad and draw smth out of it

It is currently out on Wattpad but only S1 (which is old & I want to probably change some stuff up in it) and S2 first 2 episodes. I'm currently working on the rest of the series but once I'm finished writing the rest of S2, it will be posted onto Wattpad with the rest of the S2 book.

[tithsokphanny31]

💕Happy Valentine's Day💕 Give your little ones a big kiss and cuddle from their favorite Nick Jr Characters!

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[bellesdomain]

Would you be able to do a costume breakdown of Bway rusty/Bochum rusty costume

Broadway/Bochum Rusty! OK!

Honestly Rusty is one of the most impressively realised costumes from the design... all the details are there, and it all works!

I'm afraid I can NOT find any pictures of a half-dressed Rusty! Sorry! Seriously it would be useful, as we can see here that his costume is mostly one piece, but his arms are an under-layer.

I know. I KNOW there's pictures of Jamie Golding with that under-layer.... somewhere... but I'm going in circles trying to find them. ANYWAY.

So, Rusty's mysterious base layer is the sleeves, attached to a basic body. The sleeves are painted spandex. (I wonder if it's a backstage video rather than still photos?)

Here you can kind of see inside Jamie's neckline that the red neck panels are - unsurprisingly - attached by snaps. They will line up with the snaps on the main body. Curious that while all the sleeves and thigh panels etc stay on the main suit, the neck panel doesn't? I wonder why.

Just a side note, looking at the mannequin followed by the costumes on the rail, it's interesting how the decoration on his stomach changes. The mannequin costume looks like it's had a few inches cut out to shorten the costume! I always think of that stomach pattern as looking like the Bridge. Whether that's intentional or not, I love it!

Then we have almost all the costume in one piece! The shirt and overalls are attached - in London the shirt was a separate layer but this version it's all one piece that fastens up the back. It's intricately painted, look at all those steampunky details! And judging by the way it catches the light onstage, I think there's a lot of quilting around the wheels etc. I'm not sure how fixed the design is - the one in the background here seems to have different details to the one in the foreground.

But looking at the costume behind there, you can see that the chest plate is held on by velcro all around, and snaps are visible at the top corner. Also you can see the thigh patch is not properly attached - it too has an outline of black velcro, with silver snaps all around the corners. And the ankles on the costume behind are missing their panels, so good clear example of how it goes together!

The sleeves are going to be similar, but a bit more complex. For a while there was one sleeve on display in the foyer, alongside his old hat, and we can just about see (sorry about the reflections!) that the black grill that trims his sleeve is part of the hardware. I suspect it connects to the fabric sleeve just the same as the other panels - lots of snaps and velcro.

Rusty has so much texture going on it can be hard to make out the details! But it looks like his kneepads are held in place using fabric tabs through D rings, that snap back on themselves, and just blend away into the texture. The UK Tour costumes used this technique a lot - a LOT - and in far less subtle ways. Which does have the silver lining of making it very easy to see how it works!

Just focusing on the kneepads here. Joule had D rings on her leggings, and loops that snap back on her kneepads - while Caboose had the tabs with snaps on his leggings, and the rings they pass through on the kneepads. With Rusty it can be a deliberate part of his costume design to have "rivets" for the snaps.

Rusty has plenty of the foam trim that gives most of the characters bold 3D details. This is a lot of hand sewing! I'm pretty sure the rusty orange fabric is spandex, helpful to have the stretch to get smoothly around the curves. The silver trim is sewn on with a herringbone stitch - it's a design feature! Definitely! I suspect the silver is actually a kind of car trim - chrome edging of some kind - rather than something intended for clothing! As is the foam that pads out those details.

Making the solid panels like his chest, thighs, sleeves etc, isn't my area so much - as long as they're sturdy and a bit flexible, you're good. They just need a backing panel with the snaps and half the world's velcro supply installed!

The gloves are half standard leather gloves, with a "gauntlet" of painted, quilted fabric under the moulded wheels. There's a strap - maybe a buckle? at the wrist to adjust.

The belt has more of the raised layers of detail - spandex over foam strips - I would assume there's a solid leather base underneath. Interestingly he doesn't seem to have anything holding the belt in place to the main costume - but the belt and codpiece float and sometimes seem to sit quite low on the performer's hips. I guess you don't want the opposite and getting a wedgie!

The codpiece is another panel like the thighs, this time attached to the front of the belt with snaps, and a strap to attach to the back of the belt.

Elbows! We haven't mentioned elbows! They really are more decorative than protective with the big buffer going to knock your elbow sideways rather than take an impact. But they're a solid foam base, the moulded buffer, looks more like leather than spandex to me.

Construction of the kneepads is going to be basically the same as Pearl, which I went into before - but the curved foam base is covered with the decorative fabrics and painted layer, then vacuum-formed clear plastic shell that's held on with big stitches going right through the pad. A cosplayer on skates NEEDS to be confident to use those kneepads, the costume is less valuable than your body!

Last thing, the backpack. I don't see anything to suggest there's more fastenings than just more heavy duty snaps and velcro. Which does make sense when it's across the main fastenings for the costume, gotta keep it simple if you need to get your actor out of costume in a hurry. I wonder if - although the "shirt" and "overalls" are incorporated as one garment, if the back of the "overalls" isn't a separate layer to allow fastening those snaps more easily. IDK if that makes sense, but snaps are much easier if you can press from the inside as well!

OK. Now I want to go through and find as many pictures of the different paintings on Rusty's stomach as I can find. There's so much gorgeous detail in there that's so easily overlooked!

[itsnotamatterofif]

Hey @esca-artzzz !!!! Thank you so much for the ask, I hope this is alright for you. Pearl deserves all the hugs in the universe I think, and a spa week. I made this a bit prusty since I’ve got an ask sitting in my inbox for some Prusty - two birds and all that!

Send me a prompt and some characters and I’ll write you a Drabble!

“Ow- Rusty, sorry, that hurts.”

In all the chaos of the races, in Rusty’s repairs and conversion and unlikely win, Pearl had almost forgotten she was injured. The cracking of her couplers against the cold steel of the safety barriers was almost immediately replaced by the awareness of the hastily approaching engines and Rusty hurrying her to safety, but it feels like the moment Rust helped her through into the warmth of his shed, every rivet in her frame decided it to become painfully tight.

For now, she’s curled up on his bed, leg stretched out before her whilst Rusty inspects the damage, careful hands hovering over the clear dents and fractures in the metal plating of her legs.

“Sorry,” he mutters with a wince, retracting his hands slowly, “this really looks nasty, Pearl, we should go to the repair shed-“

“No!” She interrupts quickly, reaching out to take his hands before he can retreat fully, “sorry, I’m fine, I promise.”

Instantly, Rusty’s eyebrows quirk in disbelief - that’s what she loves about him, that she can always tell exactly what he’s feeling from a glance - but at least those concerned, hovering hands settle on the bed.

“Pearl, you’ve properly torn through your plating here,” Rusty explains, worry dripping through each word like honey - what blessing did she have to cash in to get such an attentive engine by her side? “Was- was this what Greaseball did? I swear by the starlight if this is her fault-“

“I hit into some sharp railings when I got uncoupled, I guess my ankle must have caught something,” she explains slowly, reaching over to gently take Rusty’s hands in an attempt to calm him down, and the bronze flush that immediately settles on his cheeks shimmers like precious metal in the warm light of the shed, “I don’t think she was trying to hurt me on purpose, Rus’, it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he snaps quickly, glaring down at the damage as if to avoid her gaze, “this wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been so stupid and put you in danger - you weren’t even slowing her down-“

“It’ll heal, I promise,” she interrupts, squeezing his hands and hoping that he cannot tell just how much the throbbing, pulsing pain radiates up her leg, “I guess you’re just going to have to take care of me for a little while.”

Immediately those beautiful eyes snap up, wide and willing as Rusty nods furiously. “O- of course, you’re welcome to stay here, or I can help you back to the coach shed, or I can go and ask Wrench super nicely to come here, although I don’t really know how amenable to that she would be-“

“A few days of rest, and I’ll be fine,” Pearl assures, Rusty’s jaw closing with an audible click, “I- I wouldn’t say no to a cuddle though, just be careful, alright?”

Before she can even finish her sentence, Rusty is staggering to his feet, legs shaky from the leftover adrenaline of the race. Slowly, gently, he squeezes himself on the bunk next to her, head at the same level as hers as he grins awkwardly, respectfully staying a small distance away before Pearl feels her brave smile falter just an ounce. She’d been doing such a good job of keeping it up, but now that the room is quiet, Rusty’s next to her, and she’s not having to lie that she’s okay, the pain is severe, like cracks up her entire leg as the injury burns.

Rusty’s arms are around her before she even has to speak.

Carefully she’s tugged into his chest, no external boiler in the way to get between her and the soft insulation of his underarmour, and all she wants to do is bury her face into the material and get lost in the thick scent of coal and smoke. Forget everything else that’s happened today and focus on this, now, but her leg doesn’t want her to focus, pain spiking as she snuggles in, and she can’t help but hiss against the sharpness.

“I’m not gonna’ drag you to the repair shed if you don’t want it,” Rusty begins, whispering into her hair as he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, “but you don’t have to be brave around me, it’s alright.”

With a nod, she hums in acknowledgment, but most of her energy goes into not swearing against the pain.

“I want to cry,“ she whispers, and part of her wishes Rusty doesn’t hear her, “I hate this, I hate being injured, I hate having to reschedule shifts-“

“Then it’s a good thing we have the week off, yeah?” He reminds her, voice warm and positive as he kisses her head again, “winner’s privileges.”

“That should be for you and Hydra,” she chuckles sadly, but Rusty is shaking his head before she’s even finished, “not me.”

“Hydra had a word with Control, apparently,” Rusty explains quietly, and for a second holds her even closer than before, one arm snaking around her waist, “dunno’ what they said, but your rota has definitely been cleared for the week - you can go and chat to him in the morning, I think there’s a piss-up happening in the freight shed tonight, and I don’t think you wanna’ touch that with a ten foot pole.”

He laughs at that, a proper rumbling that Pearl wants to cling to for stability beyond her understanding.

“And if you wanna’ cry, love,” he hums as she inches herself as close as possible to snuggle into the embrace, “you can cry, that’s alright.”

If she gets tears in his underarmour, he never complains.

[thebluestbluewords]

banter for banter’s sake

I started thinking too hard about this post, and now here we are. This isn’t really about why Ben dresses like a cartoon character, but that’s where it was SUPPOSED to go.

~

Evie holds up a swatch of gauzy blue-green material.  "I know it's horribly cliche to dress the Atlantica girls in ocean colors, but Aria specifically requested it. D'you think I could get away with giving her a caramel sea-foam sort of shawl?" 

"E," Mal asks oh-so-neutrally, without looking up from her book. It's not that Through The Wardrobe: A History of Magical Portals is a riveting read, it's just that she'd rather stab her own eyes out with a rusty spork than look at another princess dress. "Do I look like I know jack-fucking-all about what colors a mermaid is supposed to wear?" 

"You're the one taking Art History this semester. I've seen your homework, I know you're writing a paper on heraldic imagery for each of the historic royal houses," Evie says, tossing the fabric swatch at her. "You ought to know what colors they can get away with."

The square flutters down to the floor, where Dude the dog immediately trots over to sniff at it. The little monster isn't supposed to be in their room at all, but he keeps sneaking in somehow. Mal suspects foul play. Her shoes have been smelling suspiciously like salami as of late.  "Chartreuse and navy." 

"Like ocean water and piss." Evie agrees. "Perfect."

"My piss isn't chartreuse," Ben says thoughtfully. He's not supposed to be in their room either, but he's a much larger monster than the dog. Harder to kick out. Also, having him here makes Mal's stomach go all warm and tingly, like Ben lying on her floor is the new, goodness-approved equivalent to half a shot of bathtub whiskey. It's easier to sleep when she'd got him close too, and-- 

Yeah, she's not exploring that feeling any further. 

"Skill issue," Evie says cheerfully. "You need to drink less water. If you're overly hydrated your piss will be too clear, and we can't pass it off as a sports drink when we replace everything in Chad's locker." 

"You don't have to torment Chad, you know." 

Evie tips her head to look at him straight on, even though she's sitting in her desk chair with perfect posture, and the king of Auradon is laying on the floor with his head propped up on one of Dude's toys. "But it's so fun?"

"I told Chad you're not messing with him," Ben says evenly, rolling over so that he can face Evie straight on, like that ever makes it easier to stare her down. Evie's not as scary as Mal's mother when it comes to staring contests, but she's got a special sort of mortal talent for them. Mal suspects it's the eyeliner. It's too perfect. She cuts through your focus with it, like the sharp ends are a knife. "Don't make me a liar." 

"Don't tell lies." 

"My father will hear about this," Ben lies, smoothly. "Probably from Mal's father, when he dies of a stress-induced heart attack and goes to hell." 

"Hey!" 

"Not that I really believe Hades is your father! It's just that you said he is, and I'm trying to be good and take you seriously." 

"Don't," Evie advises. "She lies all the time. She'll lie to your face for fun." 

"I am a wicked fairy," Mal tells her book. "By the magical laws of the universe, I technically can't lie." 

"And we all know you've found ways around that." 

"Misdirection isn't lying. It's strategic." 

Ben tugs Evie's fabric sample from Dude's mouth. Or tries to, at least. The little monster is tenacious, which is one of their vocabulary words in English class this week. "Like when you misinterpreted my question about how many chocolate bars you had, and threw up all over the carriage." 

"That," Mal says haughtily, drawing herself up to her full seated height, which isn't very tall, "Was a strategic misinterpretation of the truth, yes. But it technically wasn't a lie." 

"He can eat that fabric, by the way," Evie breaks in. "I don't think it's the right weight for this dress anyway. If Aria really wants her ocean green, she's going to get something structural to contrast the cliche of it all. It's like, I know I have a signature color, but you don't actually need to wear your kingdom colors all the time." 

"It's not good for him to eat any fabric. And I do have to wear my kingdom colors all the time." 

Mal kicks a foot out at her boyfriend, pointing her toes towards his lounge pants, which are black. "No." 

"These aren't mine." 

"Stolen goods?" 

Ben's cheeks flush beautifully, delicately pink. Like a sunburn. "Borrowed, actually. I have permission." 

"They're too short for you," Evie observes, leaning forwards in her chair to survey this new weak point. "Black could be anyone, but I recognize my own work when I see it. Why are you stealing Jay's pants?" 

"Borrowing." Ben squeaks out. His face is progressing from sunburn-pink to blood red rather rapidly.

"Mm. Sure. Why are you borrowing them?" 

"Normal reasons." 

Mal resolves to ask Jay about the “normal things” he’s been doing with Ben’s pants as soon as possible. 

“Well, the next time you two do normal things together,” Evie says, with a face so blank and sweet that it could belong to a doll, except for how the very corner of her mouth is twitching, “tell me beforehand and I’ll make you a pair of your very own.” “I, uh—“ 

The doll mask breaks into a wicked grin. “You what, baby?” 

Ben groans, rolls face down, smashes his entire head into the dog’s belly, and somehow flushes so bright that the color starts traveling down his neck. “I like wearing other colors sometimes, that’s all. I know I’m breaking dress code, and I don’t want to encourage you to make me more stuff that I can’t wear, but I do like it.”

“Dress code?” 

“Family dress code, yeah.” Dude’s underbelly says. “I—blegh.” Ben emerges from underneath the dog. “Why does he taste like licking a trash can? I thought Carlos was washing him every week.” 

“Yeah, he started doing that cause he rolls in garbage more than once a week.” 

Ben recoils. “He sleeps on my head!” 

“Ooh, see, I know for a fact that he doesn’t,” Evie says sweetly. “Because he sleeps in the boys’ room whenever he’s not in his kennel, which I know because I’m the one who walks him down to the kennel when we kick him out of our room. So unless you’re sleeping in the boys’ room….?” 

“I’d never break curfew.” Ben lies. He does it smoothly, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth while he’s saying it. 

Mal points. “Evie—“ 

“Breaking curfew means being in the halls, dorm rooms of students of another gender, and common spaces after hours, yes.” Evie, her beautiful human dictionary, confirms. “It doesn’t technically say that you can’t be in the dorm room of another student, just that boys and girls can’t mix. Sleeping with us would mean breaking curfew, but the boys aren’t technically addressed in the rules. An oversight that I’m sure a good student council member or two must have noticed, am I right?” 

“I get lonely,” Ben admits. “Doug noticed it first.” 

Doug, her mortal enemy, working in Ben’s favor? Mal doesn’t want to believe it, but the guy does have some weird sort of friendship with Ben. It’s like they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, or something. “I feel like there’s a story here.” 

Ben flops his sweet golden head down onto the floor again. "Not really. I got lonely as a kid, and Doug and Chad were in a double together, and we just never corrected the loophole after I stopped sleeping over. I haven't used it much since then." 

"Since you stopped sleeping over with my mortal enemy," Mal says, teasing. "I see how it is."

Evie throws a pin at her. "Doug's a nice guy, M! Just because you think he's your mortal enemy doesn't mean we all feel that way." 

"He stares at your boobs when he thinks you're not looking." 

"So do you."

"I'm allowed." 

Evie tosses her hair back over her shoulders in a gesture that, in the wrong hands, could level nations. "So's Doug. I think he's cute. Besides, you're distracting me from my goal here, which is for Benny-boo to tell us why he's got a dress code and we don't." 

Ben groans. "I don't, really. It's just. Royal stuff." 

"Which is why you wear the same boring blue suit every day," Evie prompts. "Because of your secret dress code. You can tell me what it is, I'll work around it." 

"I have a dozen slightly different blue suits, actually," Ben says, ignoring the question. "And I'll wear them until I die, just like my dad." 

Mal shuts her book. She's starting a strict no-parent talk policy, and her boyfriend's in immediate violation and must be distracted or killed before he can bring the mood down further. "Unless you die on the toilet." 

"Why would I do that?" Ben asks. He looks genuinely confused. It's so sweet, Mal could just vomit. 

Evie bounces down from the desk to join him on the floor.  "Chronic constipation can lead to straining so hard you burst a blood vessel, which could travel to your brain, and kill you?" 

"I don't have that?" 

She pats his golden head. "If you keep wearing terrible suits you will."

[lordvonbunnyv]

what do the narrow gauge engines want for Christmas

Skarloey: a lovely winter run with talyllyn.

Rheneas: a sword. I don't know what I would do with a sword, maybe hang it up in my cab maybe? or I can just settle with rocks. rocks are fun.

Sir Handel: George in pieces, gift wrapped separately, each rivet, each nut, and each screw, every single part of George, all wrapped up, and presented to me on a flatbed with Christmas lights and ribbons. I don't want to see a single piece of George together. I want to he him dismantled piece by piece, and then gift wrapped

Peter Sam: I don't know, maybe a hot plate of fish and chips for my driver? but a nice coat of paint would be fine, and a new whistle.

Duncan: a new fancy stereo system for the shed, and a nose piercing.

Rusty: a flamethrower for the weeds along the track would be nice. and a rotary snowplow meant for narrow gauge.

Duke: his grace would like a nice warm jacket.

Freddie: I do remember a little line that cuts through the mountains that would make for a nice scenic route for the passengers. maybe a restoration of any old line that I choose?

Mighty mac: separation surgery.

Luke: I just want to meet Santa's reindeer.

Ivo Hugh: hang on, I thought Proteus was the one who gave us gifts, why am I just hearing this now? I just had my driver send my letter to proteus! is it too late to write one to Santa!?

[vixessrin]

Wore my StEx Rusty cosplay for Halloween this year! Finished the cosplay back in September but hadn't been able to wear it for any events yet, so Halloween seemed the perfect excuse! C:< Forgive the glasses, I was too lazy to go put contacts in tbh.

This was made based on a mix of the older Bochum, Broadway, and old London Rusty costumes! All of the 'armor' is built from EVA foam, acrylic paints, velcro, and nylon strapping. The 'rivets' are all actually painted googly eyes! The elbow/knee pads are actual skate padding, as I also have matching skates but just didn't have them on inside the house. One of these days I'll also get a makeup look down. Maybe lol

bonus: Rowan inspecting my wheels and some of the armor from when I was still building it! C: