#tre

[sir-lunar]

WOOO RAMSHACKLE PILOT!!

Loved it, the art was AMAZING! It is sooo nice to look at! Anyways, here’s some fanart and goodness it’s been a long time since I’ve drawn these characters- Stone is hard to draw 🥲

Can you tell who’s my favorite? Hahaha- I genuinely got so happy when I saw Tre for the split second that he’s in the pilot for 😂

If you haven’t seen it, go check it out on YouTube!!! Hats off to the creator @zeddyzi 👏👏👏🎉

Extra sketch of Tre:

[fuddy]

Tre

[3cosmicfrogs]

oh 12.65 litres of blood clinging to the outside of my body, we're really in it now

[koifsssh]

I have a small proposal for you! I want to do a sort of... event? I'm not sure what exactly to call it, but something interactive! I think it would be fun, just to get back into the swing of things creatively as well as have fun with those I haven't been able to talk to!

"THE REM EXPRESS"

a game? i suppose it is! I'm not sure what it is! but i do know i want You to "play" it!

Only if you are interested in it though! it is largely based on interaction!

Let me explain! Think of it as a visual novel, but just in the form of posts! (I do not have the technical prowess to actually make a visual novel...)

I will need 8 participants! (disclaimer, mutuals will have a preference! So, sorry! But don't feel discouraged! i don't think i have that many mutuals hehe!)

Those who wish to participate and take part in the "game" will need to send in their ocs! any will do! however i do take a liking to welcome home ocs!

(I should probably note that participants and "players" are two separate things! Players are those who just interact with the post!)

The game is a mystery! and i will most likely make a separate blog for it! the synopsis is as such:

"After missing your first train, you find there's another right after it, seemingly heading to the same destination. After getting acquainted with the passengers on the train, you find that they are a little strange, along with the train that drives on no tracks."

of course, the story will be pushed along by You! as polls and certain asks will dictate how things will go!

again it's only a silly idea! i'd love to hear your opinions!

anyway, i hold out my hands and present to you Train Conductor Rainy! hehe!

(credits to @thatthirstyweirdo for coloring the Rem Express poster! mwah! she did a wonderful job!)

[zeddyzi]

not me realizing that my oc tre is just mathhew patel but in a different font

[bestalbumsincethe80stournament]

I'm Scared

Please, for the love of god, act like a normal human and don't bully people for what album they choose

[reblogwhoreowo]

“we need more morally gray women in fiction” y’all couldn’t even handle rashta from the remarried empress.

[alacafew]

I regret (jesus, é minha primeira arte postada no tumblr)

@zeddyzi's ocs btw :>

[theremexpress]

"WELCOME ABOARD!"

→ It had been raining, it had been raining for a while now. You wondered when it’d let up, but you always liked the smell and the white noise so it wasn’t something to pay too much mind to. 

However, you paid attention to it now, especially since the train you were supposed to catch was missed. You really should fix your pocket watch, somehow it was easy to forget it was an hour behind…

It was the late afternoon, the dark clouds in the sky matched your mood as droplets of water drizzled overhead. At least the small wooden station you were under shielded you from getting wet. It didn’t take long for the rain to start to get heavy, it would definitely be a longer walk home now… 

Resigning yourself to leaning on one of the pillars of the station, you accepted that you’d have to wait for longer, since there wasn’t an umbrella with you- and you did not wish to soak in the rain on the walk back home. It was a one way ticket to getting sick, and the train ticket that was bought was already expensive enough. 

With the dark gray rain clouds overhead, it started to get darker as the sun started to set, the warm colors of the lazy afternoon shifting to a cool night, the air was crisp with the rain as you waited it out. At least you would be able to look at the stars when the clouds depart. 

Maybe an hour had passed before a distant horn of an incoming train echoed through the trees, it surprised you, as you initially thought you had missed the train. It did bring a couple of questions, where exactly was this train headed if you missed the first? Or did your train somehow run into a situation and was late? As far as you were aware the only train that came to this station was yours… So maybe that ticket wasn’t a waste after all. 

A large locomotive train slowed to a stop in front of you, a dark rich blue with gold accents decorated its exterior, it was rather fancy. This would explain why exactly your ticket was so pricey…

Once it came to a full stop, one of its car doors opened to reveal a rather tall man. You assumed it was the conductor, as his outfit matched the train's colors. 

“Hello there! You got your ticket?”

He gave you a friendly smile while you rummaged through your coat pockets to find said ticket. Once you pulled it out you found that it had changed, now matching the train with its blue and gold coloring. However, before you could take a closer look the conductor gently plucked it out of your hand and punched it. 

He stepped aside, the warm yellow light inviting you inside the train. 

“Maverick Mic at your service! It’s raining, why don't you come inside? I’d hate for you to catch a cold.” He offered you a hand, since the step was a rather tall one. Taking it, you were hoisted up into the train.

The train was indeed warmer than outside, the interior was nicely decorated with a chocolate brown with the same gold accents that adorned the outside of the train. It was rather luxurious, you do remember reading that the trip would be comfortable, but you felt a bit out of place in such an expensive aesthetic . You were now aware of the worn clothes you were wearing, you hoped the conductor didn’t look at you differently. 

“Welcome to The REM Express! My, it’s raining isn't it? I hope you weren't waiting for too long, We do like to be punctual for our passengers after all.” 

Passengers… There was no one else in the car. Granted, it was a rather large train, you didn’t count how many cars there were so maybe the other passengers were somewhere else. Maverick waited patiently for your response as you lagged to reply. 

“Oh, um, It’s fine, my watch is pretty unreliable when it tells time, haha! I thought I arrived late, but now I’m thinking I arrived early instead…” 

“I see! Well, in that case, would you like some hot chocolate? Just to help you get settled in. You must have been freezing out there!” Maverick led you to the other side of the car, where a small counter with a bar was set. 

You set your luggage down and slid off your coat, it felt nice being able to relax. The train started to pick up again as the horn sounded once more, and the initial movement of it made both you and Maverick sway for a moment. 

You quietly observed the conductor as he began preparing the drink for you. 

“Not much of a talker, hm?” He poured milk into the cup as he also began to speak, “If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer.” 

You thought for a moment, what exactly could you ask? 

“Where are we headed?"

“Well we’re heading to the nearest town over, Bloomsberry I believe! Renowned for their wine, maybe I can sneak some aboard…” This was a surprising comment.

“You’re allowed to do that?”

“Truthfully, no, everything stocked on the train has to be approved by the company, but I'm sure Rainy wouldn’t mind, at least maybe if I give him some he wouldn’t mind…”

You didn’t expect Maverick to be playful, but it was refreshing.

“Who is Rainy?” With the question, Maverick gained a lopsided smile.

“Rainy is our esteemed engineer, the one who drives the train of course! Maybe he’ll come to greet you when we reach a rest stop. Admittedly he doesn’t come out very often, but who knows! I wouldn’t mind sneaking you some wine if you wished it, hehe!”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, you figured Maverick was just being silly. 

“I’m good, thanks.” Maverick stirred the chocolate into the milk as he continued.

“Well, anyways, once you’re settled I’ll show you to your room! It is starting to get late, and you look a bit worn, has it been a long day for you?”

He had no idea the packing situation you had before this, and then getting stuck in the rain… and on top of that you were pretty sure you were broke now.

“Something… like that…”

“Then I hope this chocolate will refresh you!” 

You were then slid the drink, steam emanating from the surface, well stirred with a slice of strawberry fixed on the edge of the cup. How fancy. Maverick looked proud of himself. You couldn’t help but be amused by his little antics.

“Thank you!”

“Of course!”

He started to clean up the bar, putting everything back where it was. You blew off the steam and took a small sip, the chocolate was indeed rich in taste, no wonder they had everything approved… everything seemed to be of high quality. You were indeed getting your money's worth. 

At least you were becoming broke for a good reason. 

“Anything else?”

→ Was there anything else?

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Achilles- Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Zhu Chongba- She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

Danny Tozer- Dreadnought by April Daniels

Nina Zenik- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

[wjhik]

I'm So Proud Of You (Trent Alexander-Arnold)

A/N: finally some trent content

Y/N's POV:

"Trent here. I'm not available right now. Leave a message after the beep." The call goes to voicemail. I've been trying to reach Trent for the past hour. He most likely has his phone in the locker room while he's on the field. I think this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Going through contractions, timing them, and controlling my breathing. All while trying to grab the last of my things to take to the hospital. As my contractions get closer and closer, they're getting more painful. I really need Trent here.

"Thank you for calling Liverpool FC. This is Lilian. How can I help you?" Thank god someone picked up. I've called everyone at the club, and no one has answered. I had to resort to calling the gaffers secretary. "Hi, Lilian. This is Y/N calling, Trent's wife. Listen, I've been trying to reach anyone for the past hour, and no one has answered. If you're not too busy, could you tell him to call me- FUCK!!!" This is the most painful contraction so far, and it had to happen while I was on the phone. "Oh my- Yes, of course. Are you alright?" She says. I can hear some rustling in the background, assuring me that she was getting up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just get Trent to call me as soon as possible. Thank you!" I say hanging up as another contraction comes in.

Trent's POV:

"So how's the missus?" Robbo asks me. "Yeah, she's alright. The pregnancy's been hard on her, but she's handling it amazingly." I tell him. "She's still pregnant?" I hear one of them say. "I swear, it's been a whole year." Another chimes in. "She is very overdue, 10 months. But the doctor says it's alright. She wants the baby out, however. She is well over done." I say, squeezing some water into my mouth. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. It's Klopp's secretary. What does she want from me?

"Mr. Alexander-Arnold, your wife called. She said she's been trying to reach you and if you could call her back ASAP." She tells me. "Oh. My phone's not with me. Did she tell you what she wanted?" I ask her. Why would Y/N call her? "No, she didn't. But she did sound like she was in pain." In pain? Did she hurt herself? She's so clumsy these days. "You better go, Trent. Let us know when he's here." Robbo says, patting me on the shoulder. "When who's here?" I ask him. Why is he so excited? "Your son?!" He says, almost appalled. "What are you on about?" I ask him, slowly getting up. "Trent, are you alright?" Virg says. "Your wife's in labor!" Andy says. I didn't even think of that! "OH MY GOD!! SHE'S IN LABOR!" I say, running into the locker rooms.

Klopp's POV: (jus for fun)

"Alright, boys. Break's over. Back to work!! Where's Trent?" I ask the players. He knows better. There's still 10 minutes before training is over. Trent isn't like this. He doesn't skip practice for anything. "His missus has gone into labor." Andy tells me. Good for him! (lol this was so unnecessary)

Y/N's POV:

This fucker better get here soon. I'm dying here. I take out my phone to text him again. I see that he read the messages 10 minutes ago. Did he really leave me on read? After all those messages and calls, he leaves me on read? I so wish I wasn't pushing this guys baby out of my vagina. Fucking asshole. "AAAHHH!!" I let out a guttural scream as I bounce up and down on the exercise ball the asshole bought me. I feel my hand being taken. I pull it back in reflex. I look up to see my husband. "I'm so sorry I didn't answer your messages, love. I left as soon as I saw them. Are you alright? How far apart are the contractions?" Maybe he's not that bad. "5 minutes. And they last around 50 seconds." I tell him. "How long has it been?" He asks me, sitting next to me. "Long enough. I need to go to the hospital." I tell him. "You stay here, I'll put the thing in the car." He says, running to grab our bags.

"How much longer?" I say, holding my stomach with one hand and the other squeezing the grab handle. I have my eyes squeezed shut in pain. Trent stops the car and runs over to my side of the car. I open my eyes to realized we are stopped right in front of the hospital. Not parked. Stopped in the middle of the road. Trent opens my door and helps me out of the car.

I'm sitting in the waiting room while Trent talks to the receptionist. "My wife is in labor. Her contraction are 5 minutes apart and last a minute. It's been like that for an hour or more. Please help." The receptionist calls for a gurney and asks him to fill out some paper work. He fills out all of my details for me.

The nurses have put me into my room. Trent has somehow managed to get the best room in the hospital. They have started me on some painkillers, and I feel much better now. "Baby, can you go get the bags?" I tell him. I remember that the car is still blocking the road. "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone." He's so sweet. "I'm fine for now, but this is the only opportunity you're going to get. So, go!"

"One more push, love. You're doing amazing." Trent says, standing on the right of my hospital bed and allowing me to squeeze his hand with all my might. (im going to spare yall your screaming and the feeling of your vagine being ripped open) I can feel the baby's head crown and eventually come out. I'm extremely drugged up. The nurses gave me a slight break. Trent leans down and kisses my extremely sweaty forehead. He wipes the tears away from my cheeks. "I'm so proud of you. You're almost there.

I feel the stream of cheeks run down my cheek as I hear my baby cry. The nurse lightly rubs the baby clean and places him on my chest. "Hi, baby..." I say with a very high pitched voice. Trent rubs my shoulder to say 'good job'. The nurse gently takes the baby away from me to clean him up.

Our families have already visited us and have left. Trent is laying down on the couch next to my bed, scrolling through the shit cable channels. The T.V. is muted, both Trent and I too scared to wake up the baby. He's on my chest, feeding. I can't even express how special it felt to have my baby on my skin for the first time.

"Trent?" I ask him, my eyes still on my baby. "Hmm?" He says, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Take off your shirt." I tell him. He looks at me, raising his eyebrows to me and giving me that look. "I know it's been a while, but it's a bit too soon, no?" He tell me. "Not like that, Trent! You haven't held him skin-to-skin yet." I whisper yell. He knows what I meant. He takes off his shirt. I get up and with my son in my arms and I place him into my husband's arms. "Oh my god...He's so precious." Trent says, looking up at me. He stares at our son for a while while I sit on the arm of the couch. I look down at his face to see tears running down his face. My boys.

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[ergivier]

BABIES 😭😭🫶🫶

also yeah I'm late asf with these images 💀 I'm heinrey rn with all the hw I'm getting

[3cosmicfrogs]

WIP

The end product is (what a surprise) once again turning out far too detailed for teeny tiny phone screens so here's a closeup of ouyangs face

Edit: Final version here!

[adorabledummy]

Ocs from @zeddyzi

I love Ramshackle

[penheadie]

ramshackle stream just dropped had to sketch these out (this started the moment @zeddyzi made vinnie a furry I've had these stored somewhere for a while in the back of my mind I've just been waiting to unleash my inner stupidity)

[vanisagi27]

Redrawing in my style of Delice and Rashta from episode 102 of The Remerried Empress

I was originally gonna do Rashta's dress yellow like in the webtoon, but I didn't like how yellow looks on Rashta