#train thoughts

[voxofthevoid-furious]

The real difference between Nanami and Higuruma is that Yuuji would fuck the guilt into Nanami and the guilt (briefly) out of Higuruma.

[your-compadre-infinity]

My dear Lindsay Mayfield,

I’m sorry I failed you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I hope wherever you had gone, you will find a father who loves you; who would protect you from all harm.

I love and miss you forever.

David.

[subwaysoliloquy]

this is so niche but

i've been hyperfixating again on fnaf and relearning the lore after sotm got out... and i read a post security breach au fic where pizzaplex was turned into a university with the animatronics being teachers and staff there and human!reader enrolls in one of the courses there only to slowly discover what exactly happened to the pizzaplex to have been turned into a college and in the process of that discovered about william afton's book that consists of his findings and research on immortality and remnants etc (after a hefty long research on the internet because all infos of the pizzaplex and fazbear company was erased)

WHICH MADE ME THINK about the implication that maybe, sooner or later, someone would come across afton's findings/research and be well invested enough to want to continue experimenting and developing those discoveries which entails that ultimately, even with afton's death, his legacy still lives on.

and that's chilling.

imagine a whole company. a whole scientific cult. a group, organization trying to replicate and develop what afton had done for his life. A BIG SCALE DIFFERENCE. who knows how many people out there whose like afton. who knows how many more will fall victim for the sake of research. for the sake of immortality.

if this was irl no doubt this would happen LMAO (i mean we even have scientology and other insane cults so that's not a stretch) like imagine having an afton cult brooo

but y'know.. the aftermath of william afton would be a REALLY interesting plot to explore though. as of now, there's glitchtrap which i guess you can see it as a direct continuation of how afton's influences carry on even after death but glitchtrap's lore is still very closely connected to the pizzaplex. i want to see the effects of william afton's atrocities to the external world. how are the families of those victims? how's hurricane after those haunting cases? does william afton's groundbreaking, mortal-shattering findings die with him? or will there be someone to continue his legacy?

anyways, the fic i mention above is Alarm Bells by Oh_no_oh_heck on AO3 (HIGHLY REC it's a good and well-written moderate length fic that's full of suspense and mystery) saur happy reading y'all!

[dalekowrites]

I’m gonna be stuck on a train for the next few hours and I am bored out of my mind, so here's a little AMA for y'all.

Ask me literally anything — my IFs, my "irl work," myself, or whatever random thing you want. Ill be answering right away because, well, I've got nothing better to do lol

(You can also use NGL if you want)

[daugther-of-many]

Once I had a friend like you

She loved to play and cuddle

We went for long walks

She slept in my bed

But one day I had to go to bed without her

I can live 100 years

But she could only live 14 years

-Daughter of Many

[daydrinking75]

why does every white guy look a little bit like toby mcguire

[abubblingcandle]

🌹🌹🌷🌹🌹 anything for The Richmond Job? If not a snippet, any fun ideas? (See because I snuck a tulip in. Because one of them’s a grifter)

There's so much so much I wanna share of this but then I don't want to spoil stuff or get people hyped for stuff that's like ... 150k into the story at least lol!

One of the things I am trying to do is build in some Ted Lasso plot points as well but for a heist crew not a football team lol. One of those is Ch24 which is based loosely on the Three Card Monte job and loosely on Man City. Jamie's dad has spent the whole first 23 chapters in prison for taking the fall for a mob hit in Manchester when Jamie was 15 ... but he's just got out and needs a hacker for a job to get back into favour. Ted knows some details about Jamie's dad from various conversations but no one else does. So when he comes back Jamie is trying to keep everyone out of his reach but also not regress all the progress he has made.

Now I thought I had written some of this ... but turns out I just did that in my head and all I had done was put these three scene headings in the plot spreadsheet

... so I've written a bit of it now

Ted was wiping down one of the tables when a echoing cackle crackled through the pub. “Good lad, good lad,” the man laughed patting Colin on the back as he placed a tray of chips and a pint in front of him. Ted was on edge. This was a pub of course there were going to be drunk patrons and this man looked no different to any of the others. He was portly, probably in his fifties with wirey grey hair that was too long to be fashionable but not long enough to be a style. His leather jacket was too big on him and he dug into the chips like a man starved. But that was no crime. Ted got back to wiping down the tables. “Tell me lad. You worked here long?” the man’s voice was just a touch too loud to be ignored even with the noise of the other patrons. “Yeah a few years now,” Colin replied with a shrug, stacking glasses on his arm. “Ah so you’ll know the locals then. Cause I ain’t been around for a while and heard ont grapevine and all that about an old pal of mine coming here an awful lot,” the man rambled, arms waving like he was using the chip as a baton to conduct an orchestra. “You ain’t heard of a James Tartt around these parts have ya?” he asked. Colin’s face paled and the stack of cups on his arm nearly went clattering to the floor. Ted leapt into action. “Jamie, you listening?” Ted hissed, tapping the earpiece. “Huh, am now,” Jamie’s voice echoed in his head. “I think the guy here that they are meeting is also looking for you,” Ted stated and then slid up next to Colin as Jamie was rattling off concerns a mile a minute through the earpiece. “Colin, you feeling alright lad? I’ll take over here,” Ted beamed, nodding to the man and guiding Colin away. “Stay out of his way,” Ted hissed and then pushed Colin into the kitchen. “Sorry there sir. Colin isn’t feeling too swell. Can I get you anything?” Ted smiled, slipping behind the bar to stand across from the mystery man. “Yeah, asking around for a lad that’s been seen around these parts. James Tartt ring any bells for ya,” the man asked, one eyebrow raised. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking hell. Ted do not engage. Ted listen get out of there do not do anything until I get there,” Jamie squeaked, voice an octave higher than Ted had ever heard it before. So Jamie knew the guy … good to know.

[blueshoesandbluemountains]

A corndog is the beef wellington of the prolitariat