The empires were long forgotten, but the terrible Resurrected Men were not. Tom could remember playing at being one when he was a child in the Guild Orphanage, stomping about with his arms held out straight in front of him, shouting, "I-AM-A-STAL-KER! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" until Miss Plym came and told him to keep the noise down.
LOL the temptation to officially adopt the idea that Doctor Who and Mortal Engines exist in the same universe. I could see the Daleks and pre-Traction Era humans striking a deal with one another, with the Daleks offering their knowledge of ancient human tech and their own tech to create the Stalkers. Honestly, Stalkers sort of seem like what you'd get if you combined Daleks and Cybermen; they were once human soldiers, now just squishy brains kept in entirely mechanical casings, filled with hate and a lust for battle.
What the Daleks would get out of this deal... who knows? Maybe something to do with MEDUSA? Or maybe they just revelled in watching humans destroy themselves with greed and violence?
In any case, the point I'm getting at is that I like the idea of stories about Daleks and Stalkers getting crossed as they drift from city to city, gradually picked up by adults and children alike until information gets all mixed up, like a big game of Telephone. So you get the idea that Stalkers talk like Daleks (they do not, they are a bit more human).
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i love it when i get a video of a racoon....racooning
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a lot of shelbys appeal is that to me too. i love protagonists who arent human but are trying so hard to be normiecore
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Iulian blinks at the ceiling as he lays in bed.
It’s…unusually quiet in his home.
Not a sound to be heard except for his light breathing and the pitter patter of the rain outside, maybe the occasional car driving by outside but other then that…
It makes him feel like he’s the only person that is alive in the world at the moment.
Where all that remains are the phantom sounds of people long gone, overgrown plants sinking their way into the buildings, animals making their homes into places that once where homed to thousands of people and making it belong to them now, the scattered rusted cars lining the streets of neighbourhoods with door half open or falling off and the the sun shining down at the empty places where humans once dwelled.
He can imagine how the light would reflect off the shattered glass of skyscrapers and into the dilapidated building with twisting foliage and animal’s sleeping or hunting in the building, the rooms filled with broken cubicles and everything either caved in or broken down.
It’s a…strangely comforting feeling.
Morbid but comforting.
His eyes flicker over the darkness of the room, running over his closet and desk in the corner, before resting back onto the chipped paint of the ceiling. His brown eyes hollowly staring into the cracked paint and following along the edges of the cracks until he finds himself staring at the end corner of his room.
He really needs to get that fixed at a later date…maybe, as long as it doesn’t cave in it should be fine.
It’s just chipped paint.
“Mhmm,” He sighs into the quiet space of the room as he rubs at his eyes, wanting to fill the space with some noise.
So that he doesn’t feel as alone as he does right now.
It’s a odd feeling.
To be completely alone.
No Addy. No Melly. No Sire and no Jos-
He stops himself before he goes further into that thought process. A knee-jerk reaction as he tightly closes his eyes and turns himself to the right of his bed.
He still hasn’t been able to find Jose.
Jose who’s been missing for the last couple of days without even a hint to where he could be and nobody else knows where he is. Addy and Melly are frantically trying to find him and even Jose’s friends have been hounding him on where he is-
He’scalledhisphonesomanytimesandhestillhasn’tpickedup,whereareyoujose?
-which is stupid.
He’s not Jose’s babysitter and if the other doesn’t to be found then he doesn’t have to be in the end.
He could be dead for all he cares.
stoplyingtoyourself
He doesn’t care for Jose and is only trying to find him so everyone else will shut up about him missing in the end. Jose is useful but he’ll never be anything compared to him in the end and that is the truth, just a cheap-
nohe’snotandyouknowthat
-imitation of himself in the end.
What trouble could Jose end up in anyway that he couldn’t handle?
Jose will be fine.
areyousure?
He has to be fine.
Cain, he’ll probably walk into his office tomorrow looking non the worse for wear.
pleasecomehome
Probably scratching the back of his head and apologising for everyone for wasting their time in trying to find his dumbass.
pleasebeokayjose
He’ll be fine.
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There should’ve been a scene in naruto where when obito is walking around with no shirt on where someone says Cover them up slut
Vshdhdhd I’m trying to look at that thick chested Uchiha in HD
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Was doing drawpile drawings with era, and ended up doodling a design for a monster AU for Dan
Probably hunts monsters for kicks. Might also be a werewolf.
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