#off the rails

[neptuniite]

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[brekfastserial]

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 16 ~

Obi-Wan is just about ready to begin figuratively climbing the walls…

…scratch that, he's just about ready to literally climb the walls.

‘Come with me…’ Maul’s voice echoes in his mind.

“No,” he says aloud, pacing circles around the magma ball. “No.”

But gods, does he want-

“No.”

The jedi spares a moment to be angry at the circumstances. Every jedi was met with challenges on the path of life. It was supposed to be that way. They were chances for self reflection and growth. But how many jedi had their mortal enemy return from the grave looking like something out of a wet dream -no pun intended- and kidnap them, only to change their mind and decide they just want companionship and sex? They just want him to stay with them, forever, simple as that.

It's absurd. It's enticing. It's sad. It's sweet.

It makes Obi-Wan want to punch something.

It makes him want other things too…

“No.”

He has to leave. He has to. It's only a matter of time before slick scales and stress levels mix him up into a cocktail of poor choices. Obi-Wan wants to rail Maul into the ground. He wants to see what all that mess at the apex of his tail tastes like. He wants to get on his knees and-

Blast it! It's time to try escaping, with or without help from local fauna.

The jedi walks to the water's edge, and gathers his mental fortitude. He knows he's unlikely to succeed in getting to the sparkle of his lightsaber crystal, or to somehow find his rebreather. However, Maul's force signature is far away. Now is a good time to explore, and hope, and trust in the force.

Obi-Wan jumps into the frigid water, grimacing as it rises around him. He swims as close to the exit tunnel as he can, and starts taking deep breaths, trying to hyperoxygenate a bit.

Then, he dives.

What follows is a slow and cautious exploration of the nearby tunnels that serves as a double blessing for how it takes his mind off Maul. He swims one way, and finds nothing but tunnel that goes on further than he can see. The jedi returns to air, catches his breath, and goes out again.

The other direction offers a split in the road. One way leads to a dead end, the other hits a second divide. Again, he reoxigenates, and despite the terrible cold he goes back down for a third attempt.

Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh… a hour passes and the chill sinks into his bones. He finds two more air pockets, not quite as fresh as the algae and moss crowded caves, but still breathable.

And then, he stumbles across another ‘room’.

Obi-Wan breaches the water's surface and finds himself in a trove. He crawls up onto land, and looks around curiously. This cave is a series of smaller rooms that connect, with an exceptional number of pock marks in the walls. Perhaps millennia ago this was living coral? Whatever the case, the larger pockets have been turned into shelves, and these shelves hold myriad items.

Droid parts, sea shells, and pearls as big as his head. Tin cans, fabric scraps, and a silver platter. An entire trombone, half rusted, sits in a footlocker without a lid. There's a pile of datapads which all look to be out of charge, and a statue of some long forgotten nubian queen. These and more, a flee market’s worth of curios.

His most unexpected find is an area of sand, which seems... combed? Gemstones and polished rocks in shades of blue combine with patterns in the sand to create a garden of sorts. Many of the stones are no bigger than a bean. The largest is a chunk of lapis lazuli the size of his fist. Obi-Wan ponders the rock garden for a few minutes before moving on, not quite sure what to make of it.

A sith with a sense of artistry... that's just... odd?

From what he had seen in the archives, the sith of old stuck to geometric patterns and flat colors. Their ideal temple was a barren monolith or an angular ziggurat with either no decoration, or, records of horrible deeds carved in words. Sometimes pictures.

Yet... Maul had made a lovely little garden, in shades of blue and white and beige. Strange.

Obi-Wan turns away from the mystery, and goes digging through the droid parts to see if there's anything that could boost his comm signal. It's a possibility, there's a lot to work with here. Rather than take anything, the jedi memorizes what he sees and makes note of it. He will plan what to take and where to hide it to work on before risking revealing the direction of his thoughts.

At the very back of the caves is a large cubby of stone that looks like it was carved into the wall with a lightsaber, then carefully sanded smooth.

On a shelf beside it sits a saberstaff. Obi-Wan can feel the song of the kyber from here, now that he listens. Two notes in harmony, one longing and angry, the other spiteful and determined. The jedi knows this blade, and has no desire to touch it… but it's good to know where it is.

He shakes his head sadly at the sithly melody, and sits down at the edge of the cubby, exhausted and sluggish. Obi-Wan rests his elbows on his knees, needing a minute to gather his strength. Even with a jedi's ability to propel himself with the force and slow his heartbeat, it was still a long swim back.

Emotionally Obi-Wan feels a lot better though. He's mapped a significant amount of tunnel, found three places to get air for further exploration, and most importantly he's gotten his mind off-

Oh, kriff.

The jedi master groans, flopping backwards onto the smooth stone with a wet smack, exasperated with himself. Truly? Truly. A single stray thought about beautiful black scales, and he's back in the thick of it like he'd never left.

Obi-Wan covers his eyes with a shaking hand, hiding from reality for just a moment. Two moments. Perhaps five moments…

He sighs, removing his hand to look up at the ceiling. This is, inconveniently, when he realizes his fingers are very pale. Bother. He needs to get up, and… and swim back to the radiant heat of the magma ball.

Just the thought of it is dreadfully tiring, and he is comfortable here. Very comfortable... So very…

Oh no.

He knows exactly what being sleepy when one is very cold means. The jedi curses under his breath, forcing himself upright. His vision is slow to catch up with where he's looking. He's pushed too far, and now his body is paying the price of that.

Obi-Wan draws in the force to support himself, and rises unsteadily to his feet. Every bone in his body pleads with him to lay down. He denies the instinct in favor of a survivalist mentality.

The problem? He is much too cold.

The solution? Getting out of wet clothes and closer to warmth, or barring that, some kind of insulting material.

He thinks through a mild fog, and recalls the cloth scraps. Obi-Wan goes hunting around in the treasure trove as he pulls off his belt. He dumps his clothes onto the floor, managing to lay them out to air dry for what it was worth in the relative humidity. Then he gathers up every last scrap of fabric he can find.

The pile of scraps. A sail cloth. Half a tarp. His best find is a pair of old wool socks, which he puts on right away. The lot of it he piles in the cubby, and curls in on himself in the midst of it. Obi-Wan knows he just needs to warm up, then he can put everything back, and return to where he was supposed to be. Maul's force presence was still far away. He wasn't in a rush…

…and that's part of why the jedi falls asleep precisely when and where he really shouldn't.

Obi-Wan wakes sometime later with his head tucked under a pointed chin. A scaled tail curls around his naked legs, and a lumpy magma hemisphere radiates heat against his back.

... kark.

Obi-Wan can't deal with this right now. He's beyond exhausted, possibly a bit ill. The jedi master takes a deep breath, and just... goes back to sleep, held close in red and black arms.

To be continued...

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[butchcookies]

Sometimes you gotta deal with stress by listening to characters deal with a far more stressful situation

[wall-e-gorl]

Half a comic for day one: fave arc/ roll for au! i rolled podcast au, and when i went to spotify to look at my list, i actively had Midnight Burger open and thats perfect so i had to.

What podcast do i mash with the "train traveling dimensions as she gains sentience and godhood while the staff deals with resulting problems" crew other than the "time space universe traveling diner solves problems with the power of science and friendship and jesus (but in a good way)" podcast?

edit: part two here!

[offtherail]

Sabrina O’neal

Follow : https://www.instagram.com/anelis.caplan/

[mystic-crochet]

Day 2 of making Unprepared Casters icons

Today we have the Albion Rail logo from Arc 11: Off the Rails!

Design taken from the official merch store and converted to pixel art using a cross stitch pattern maker

[stellarcoachman]

Trying something a little different, and figured why not practice with an Emmet from Off the Rails. I mean, it is Yeehawgust after all.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: What if Ingo and Akari weren't the only ones sent back in time? After a surprising discovery sparks his memory, Ingo and Akari make their way across the world to Unova where they find a verrry familiar man.

Author: @stellarcoachman

[arcanewonder]

[little-pondhead]

Ever go apeshit cause you were reading something, accidentally clicked off and now you can’t find it again???

Unrelated, but can anyone tell me where to find this one DPxDC post. It’s about Danny in Gotham-his parents found out he was Phantom and were so supportive he left due to sheer embarrassment-and it’s the holidays. Danny doesn’t want to go home cause he hates Christmas so he’s wandering around, gets a hot drink at some point, and ends up in one of Gotham’s graveyards. Jason is there, and Danny thinks he’s just another ghost after Jason makes a joke about visiting his own grave. Danny says “mood” and I think Jason was confused cause he doesn’t use the internet.

That’s a far as I got.

[brekfastserial]

[superdillin]

Last night Dylan made fun of my reaction to him saying that Rian only wears the ring of shared suffering when he knows that he's safe - and now I want to go back and watch but I'm TOO AFRAID.

[silly-goofy-mood]

Every Unprepared Casters arc, described badly (sorry if someone else has done this before)

Arc 1: Dragons in Dungeons

Local librarian dragged along by four idiots on a quest to find a key

Arc 2: Lovejoy's Four

Three lesbians and their emotional support arsonist rob rich assholes

Arc 3: Gonna Raise Hell

Woman fights inner demons while fighting actual demons

Arc 4: Orb Is Life

Four teenagers experience severe trauma and also play sports for a bit

Arc 5: Lives Of The Party

A festival so fantastic, you'll want to relive it a million times

Arc 6: The Glacerian Trail

Family vacation gone wrong (NOT CLICKBAIT) (HOT MILF ALERT)

Arc 7: Wizards Off The Coast

Fighting a condescending wizard DOES count as a form of group therapy, actually

Arc 8: The King Is Dead

Breaking News: the monarchy might actually be a bad system!

Arc 9: Once Upon A Crime

Interplanar tourists get crimed while attempting to crime.

Arc 10: Daggers Out

Cowboy romcom with a murder mystery subplot

Arc 11: Off The Rails

Boy falls in love with train. Hundreds injured.

[wall-e-gorl]

"dogs playing poker" but make it "uc familiars and animal companions playing fantasy uno with mage hand for those who need it"

Going around the table starting with Storius on the far left we have: Storius, Normal Man (and Definitely not Pork and Beans in a trenchcoat), [background cameo of @Kori_Dearest's designs of Fey Moss and Bombyx in the window spotting the game], Snakespeare on the table, Wilbur looking at Snakespeare's cards, Airycorse, Charles on Airycorse's head, Sugar, Edward, Coco, Tippy, and Ann, with Ringo and Monty up on the lamp above

[bridgetserdocksketches]

viva la domestic terrorism

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