#loco posting

[toast-com]

Steam Locomotive names that are just darling.

Sunbeam, Gem, Ruby, Wilberforce, I could go on. The thing is: People named these when they existed, which was in the 1800s. Someone saw a steam loco, and went: "You look like a Sunbeam."

That's so sweet.

[fieldworm]

The Dead Tired line of dolls is one of my favs. Uh... So these are inspired by that ♥️

[punkitt-is-here]

Yknow i love fo4 and fo76 as games but hate them as Fallout games yknow?

Like theyre nice to play and i love some of the characters but man. They just. Are not Fallout. Its literally like if you took Fallout but made it for a general audience, theres no spice!! Theres no grime!! Why is everything so clean!!!

That's the thing; these games are built with inherently different base goals in mind. Bethesda in the modern day thrives off selling the idea of player empowerment, of being an explorer in a foreign land that you conquer through hard work. You shape the world to your liking by questing and exploring and conquering. And genuinely? I got no problem with that. I think games that gas the player up like crazy and set you loose on a world to make it your own are totally fine conceptually! Like, the fantasy of being able to shape the world the way you see fit is something I think a lot of people can get into, whether you're just looking for control in your life or you just want the experience of feeling like you can have some grand effect on the world at large.

But because of that, I think the core of what makes Fallout so interesting has to be put on the backburner. I don't play Fallout to feel powerful necessarily, and I certainly don't play it for the fuckin' gunplay. I play it because it has such a fun dedication to weird stories that feel like they have something to say, a staff of writers dedicating their time and effort to being a proto-DM at a table, trying to provide interesting and thought-provoking or at least real damn fun stories in front of you, because ultimately, the West Coast Fallout games are about people. They're about characters! And when you focus less on the idea of telling stories in a world and more on empowering the player as a fourth-wall observer, those priorities clash and in the East Coast Fallout's cases, it makes for a game with no spice or edge. Having something to say about, say, the US Military or American Expansionism and Exceptionalism or the nature of clinging to the past kind of fundamentally clashes with the player empowerment fantasy that Bethesda Fallout games want to sell you. You can't have these philosophy-based, morally-interesting factional conflicts that want the player to look inward when the very concept of your game is built around collecting loot and shooting guys instead of learning about that loot and learning about those guys you're shooting and why you're shooting at each other. Having radiant quest loot loop gameplay just doesn't mesh well with a world where choices are meant to have far-reaching impact, because if it did, it'd be impossible to program under a normal development timeframe, and it would likely make the player look inward and go "what the fuck am I doing with my time?" at the endless meaningless quests to go on.

I don't think the "Lone Wanderer Comes Across A Microcosm Of Adventure" format is bad, not at all, but you have to put a lot of work to make that feel cohesive with the larger character and faction-based narratives that 1, 2, and NV are built on, so instead those Bethesda-style games opt more for a toybox, playground approach to the post apocalypse. And when your primary goal is showing the player how cool of a sandcastle they can build, it'll never be structurally sound enough to sustain even a wave of nuance.

[hermywolf]

[deadhandred117]

Estoy loco [loud warning]

Hey look I know how to edit

[hierocherry]

more bpwvr y2k highschool au !! ft mauga and satya…

[ inspo : @/luciidagoat on tiktok ]

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I love Tim being depicted as having a caffeine addiction, but I have to confess that I never really saw him as much of a coffee drinker.

Idk why, but the mental image of Tim at ass o'clock in the morning typing away at his laptop with the rattiest hair, the ugliest eyebags you've ever seen, and a disgusting pile of empty Monster/Redbull energy drinks cluttering the floor just speaks to me.

[valiantstarlights]

Hob has ADHD and songs play in his head 24/7. Dream likes tuning in because it calms him down and makes him feel happy and grounded, having that small connection with Hob as he rebuilds The Dreaming and goes about Endless business.

(I'm headcanoning earworms as a weird type of daydream and very much within the scope of Dream's power.)

This could go in different directions.

Angst (with a Happy Ending): Hob and Death talk during That Time in the comics that I don't wanna talk about ever. Death tells Hob how Morpheus!Dream liked listening to the songs in Hob's head.

(In this AU), Morpheus!Dream chose to go to the Sunless Lands instead of retiring as a human. Hob tells Death that he's ready to accept her gift now, and if she could please guide him to wherever Morpheus!Dream is in her realm, because even in the afterlife, he wants to be with him. The Other Side by Ruelle is the last song that plays in Hob's head as he takes Death's hand, and the first song that Morpheus!Dream hears when they reunite.

Spicy: Because Hob has no control over what songs are being played, he doesn't even notice that lately, most of the songs (on repeat) are spicy. But it's not like it's a problem (for him), since earworms are mostly background noise to him by now.

However! Dream suffers because of the songs' suggestive lyrics. Is Hob trying to tell him something? Does he want to call Dream 'daddy' but is too shy to tell him face-to-face? Does he want to have a WAP in the Dreaming? Hob keeps thinking about this spicy instrumental music. Does he want Dream to make sweet, sweet love to him while it plays in the background?

Dream eventually snaps, because of course he does, and we all know what happens next. 😏

Crack: The chorus of The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?) by Ylvis is stuck in Hob's head for 10 days straight, and Dream is near tears because, "No, Hob, foxes do not say those things."

Fluff: Dream getting to listen to all the 20th and 21st century music he missed while he was imprisoned. Hob knows a lot of songs and has a really good memory for them.

Sometimes, when Hob gets frustrated because he doesn't remember how a certain tavern song from the 1500s starts, Dream reminds him. Sometimes, Dream even sings it for him. Hob is very heart eyes about it, no matter Dream's level of skill in singing. (It can either be very good since he's the Lord of Dreams, or very bad for the same reason he has a weird-ass laugh.)

Sometimes, Hob takes Dream's hand and they dance to the music currently on repeat in his head, especially if it's something slow and sweet. They dance whenever the mood strikes, wherever they currently are. At home, in the Inn, among the pigeons in the nearby park, and of course, in the Dreaming.

[ja3honey]

I JUST SAW GYEOMMIES INSTA POST AND EXCUSE ME BUT MR SONG FUCKING MINGI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!

[dp-time-police]

“While in truth, we had shared the same economics course and had one or two idle conversations, I place the moment of significant contact to be a week after my... incident. I knew her by a different name, back then. She had been my first, and only, visitor.

Her presence there had brought both confusion and comfort. A stranger had deigned to see me when my own family and friends could not be bothered to even send a heartfelt letter, much less show their faces. The unexpected gesture left me feeling numb. I could not muster the energy to be angry with her there, not when she was blameless. The true wrongdoers had been conveniently absent until then and, much to my increasing bitterness, would continue to remain so for the duration of my stay in the hospital. It wouldn't be until much later that I'd realize what a boon that would prove to be.”

“Hikari's visits would start off brief, but meaningful. A tape recorder here and there with the day's lesson, written notes or books other times, home-cooked food always... With my speech hindered by the wraps covering my face, I was certain my unexpected guest would grow tired of the one-sided conversations and eventually cease coming. But I was wrong. Instead of deterring her, this hurdle only seemed to embolden her, and soon Hikari would come up with ways for me to contribute as well. A notebook for penning down thoughts. A whiteboard for more creative endeavors and quick messages. And other... out of the box methods.”

“Years later, those notebooks are still dearly kept in the drawer of my desk.

Nothing could satisfy the inherent need to speak, however, which is why I was tremendously happy when the bandages got removed, a mere month into my imprisonment in that sterile tomb. And yet, neither of us were prepared for the sight that accompanied my regained liberty.”

“There was... nothing.

The doctors had warned me that my ailment would leave me permanently disfigured. No one with the kind of angry, sensitive eruptions I had sported until then would have any chance of coming out unscathed. I hadn't needed a medical professional telling me that for me to know. But my skin was pristine and looked somehow healthier than when I first landed in that forsaken hellscape. I was, decidedly, wary. Hikari, while also hesitant, erred more on the side of overjoyed. I could finally leave! The discomfort was gone for the most part, and medical diagnostics would clear me of any serious issues. With a mild prescription and orders of bed rest, I was finally out of the woods.”

“I should have known better... “

“I did know better. “

“But knowing did not lessen the utter torture that would follow.”

“It was at this point where I had come to realize just how dire my situation truly was. Maybe I was in denial until then. The hospital was far from equipped to handle interdimensional materials. It was at this moment, with the sun setting on my life, that I realized I would be confined to that suffocating prison. That bed was my cell. My coffin. My tomb.”

“For better or worse, she stayed. Even through the mounting pain, the dizzy spells, my body betraying me... She had been brave all throughout. My dear wisteria, the love of my life. I could see the fear and concern in her eyes even with the optimistic front she put on. Even when an inferno fiercer than anything I could ever imagine burned me from the inside out, boiled and melted my insides and forged me anew, seared my mind until I couldn't think past the agony, she stayed with me. When my eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty crimson and claws gripped and ripped through the bedding.”

“When the staff had to strap me down to keep me from hurting myself or others --thankfully without witnessing the inhuman features…”

“She continued distracting me with tales and inane topics.”

“Even when I lashed out at her and hurt her like the wounded, mindless animal that I was becoming...

Even in those days when I wished I could just... If only it would all just... 

…..

Even then, she would not give up on me. She had steadily become the only one to believe in my harshly dwindling chances of recovery, as the months passed and I only ever got worse, not better.

I wouldn't be able to take this merciless treatment for much longer, of course. Try as I might, I was still at least half human at that point, and there is only so much the human body could withstand before it draws the line and shuts down. I'm only thankful that that threshold was crossed before my psyche would fail me more than it did, and with an accidental parting gift from my beloved, no less.

She bestowed upon me her true, self-chosen name and from then on had been known in my heart and soul as Hikari Kondo instead of the name she was born with."

"Yet, as blissful darkness finally took me, a year into this nightmarish ordeal, I was still not spared… and neither was she. But I shall spare you the following year of near close calls and uncertainty. It wouldn't be my story to tell, after all. I was in a coma and as such wouldn't prove a very accurate source of information on that front.”

. . .

“… And I do believe I have divulged enough, on this particular topic. After all, it satisfies the question. I met my wife after a certain buffoon and his oblivious girlfriend caused the very accident that mercilessly and ruthlessly set me down on the path I now walk. I suppose I… could be a little grateful for the situation, as I would not have my wife now if not for them.”

“...”

“You know what? No! They not only caused me years of pain and suffering, but they also left me to perish alone. And I did, in fact, die in that horrendous cot. I owe them nothing.

Now, I believe we are done her- Miso? Miso whatdoyouhaveinyourmouth–”

Part 2 coming soon

HUUUUUGE THANKS to @feralsrock !! For the lovely ask and the infinite patience!

[haystarlight]

I didn't know I could hyperfixate and infodump on Argentina history until I started hanging out with people from other countries 😆

[toast-com]

When I think about it, there's something that's so creature-y about locomotives, whether they're steam, diesel or electric.

The many classifications of locomotives also adds to this, because they're like a species, in a weird way.

[pienhime]

i made myself, inspired by @plushygun ! couldnt find a sticker of the mymel i have on my bag and couldnt find my dupe bag so pretend i have it fr

what if more jiraiblr + ryousan ppl also did this and made it into like, a landmineblr game

[skwistokwarrior]

rt killed off loco because they knew if they didnt he wouldve joined the r&bs and been too powerful

[jade-harley-yuri]

[loopscereal]

Holaaaa estoy locooo ^^ estoy locoooo ^^

Voy a estar publicando dibujos de los Mirrotwins (término de twitter para referirsa a la relacion entre Freddy y Fred como familia, como hermanos, como gemelosss) hacia si cumple xq los amo demaciadooo. yeah. realizar esto fue como 2 meses total de mi vida :J Voy a estar publicando dibujos de los Mirrotwins (término de Twitter para referirse a la relación entre Freddy y Fred como familia, como hermanos, como gemelos) contando regresivamente hacia terminar en su cumple! porque los quiero demasiado. yeahhh Realizar esto fue como 2 meses de mi vida en total :J