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orange-ghost · 11 months
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I think I'm the only New Yorker who doesn't hate the subway.
Don't get me wrong-- the people on here can be nuts. The delays suck. And it can be dangerous. But at the same time, they're a great spot for people-watching? And I think growing up on them taught me a lot.
When I was 13, I noticed that a lot of my peers didn't like who they saw in the mirror. They'd always talk about how social media made them feel ugly, or bad about this, that or the third. I never understood. The way I saw it, people just... looked how they looked. Pictures didn't mean we all had to be that way, too. Not to me, at least.
I was also attending a visual arts high school at the time, and I noticed a lot of students' artwork on the walls. Some of them I really liked. Others, I didn't really lock them into my memory.
So I made up a game for my one-hour commute: every day, I have to look at everybody I see around me, and just notice something them that I thought looked nice or unique. No judgments, no oogling or negative comments, that's against the rules. Just... notice. And I always found something. Didn't even have to force it; it was easy.
Pretty black hair. Hooked noses. Smile-lines. Nicely-trimmed beards. A cane with stickers on them. Intimidating leather jackets. Glasses I wanted. Stretch marks. Deep brown eyes. Cool dreads.
It made me actually notice how diverse we all were. Like, damn, we really are built different, huh.
While I was doing this, I'd also take brief notes on what they were doing. Most just sat around thinking about whatever, but sometimes I saw friend groups talking. Married couples with kids. Solo riders holding poles with an engagement-ringed hand.
Strangers who I found especially beautiful often rode the rails alone? Like this 20-30-something guy with a short black ponytail & a leather jacket that I never saw again. Or this chubby light-skinned girl who was about my age-- had long, unkempt curls, glasses, and a bunch of Studio Ghibli pins on her bag. (I saw her all the time and always thought she was really cute, but never chatted her up because I'm a coward.)
And the strangers who didn't stick out to me, they often had people who loved them. Some were married, or at least engaged, or there with a girlfriend. Some had biiiig groups of friends who I could tell in that moment probably knew & cared about them deeply. And a bunch of them were alone here, but easily could've had somebody waiting for them at home, yk? Or friends & family they were on their way to see.
And why wouldn't they? Beauty is skin-deep and subjective, in the eye of the beholder. And to see that, all I had to do was just... look around. These people probably weren't models. Or social media influencers. And other people still liked 'em.
We're not supposed to be the same. That's part of the fun of living. And we're not supposed to all fit in some weird standard box. Especially one that can't even make up its mind. I remember as a toddler & a small kid, the TV would drone on and on about needing to be thin.. But now that it was 2017, I was seeing and hearing people drool over BBWs or whatever the word was. And I figured there were more important things in life than trying to fit a swaying box that's just gonna drop you in ten years, anyway.
All subjective. Kinda like the artwork that I would see on the walls.
Some of it fascinated me. Some of it didn't. And I wasn't the only one-- my other friends found themselves captivated by different pieces, ones that I didn't think much about. They probably saw things that I didn't. And none of us had a say over how much they're worth, or how much they meant to somebody.
I'm really glad I made up that game back in the day. I think it helped it helped me maintain a good body image, and deconstruct some biases I'd been taught. It also showed me that it's really easy to just... not judge people. Closemindedness is a choice. And it's a pretty easy one to persist past & overcome.
Man. I miss those train people now. I hope that they're all doing well. Wherever they may have gone.
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sheikh-n-bake · 5 months
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Subway creatures
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femcelhottie420 · 6 months
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Lmfaooo this lady’s face
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lifeinbottles · 11 months
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blaiddraws · 4 days
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got around to drawing @esprei 's archeops emmet. creature guy!!! heehoo
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skyflowers · 2 years
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love nyc mta’s humor new york, ny
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salvicorn · 2 years
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inscrutable
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corruptimles · 1 year
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fibre optic cables yum (part 1)
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1495-gauge · 29 days
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there's that fucked up three-eyed thing that lives in the woods. whose turn is it to chase it off again??
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mepomepo · 6 months
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Mayhaps could I request some reshiremmet? Just an absolute beast?
Reshiremmet centaur Flavoured !!!!!
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A verrry normal guy
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ratwithhands · 2 months
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1 - Diantha security detail comic
2 + 3 - Emmet's UDF uniform vs Kalosian Guard uniform
4 - Lore/Background comic
Hooo boy ok so this idea has been simmering on the backburner for a while now. So Legends Z-A had its trailer released a few days back and I figured I'd make something around it. I know logically it's going to be a game set in the past but I found myself wanting to work on something more futuristic/sci-fi which is why we have our little Cyber Emmet here.
There's a lot of different things to mention so I'm just gonna break them down by the images.
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Diantha is attending a conference/ceremony where she will be discussing the plans for the urbanization of Kalos with the assistance of neighbouring tech giant and long time trade partner Unova. As a sign of goodwill, the Unovan Defense Force sent several people to either work as security or to help organize and prepare the ceremony. Among the list of people is Emmet, who was recently "working with" the UDF, and who is going to serve as Diantha's bodyguard for the event
Emmet's uniform was made by a mix of Unovan and Kalosian designers. It's meant to mimic the shapes while still keeping aspects of his Unovan uniform (mainly the collar, cuffs, and silver trim). He is carrying a handgun from his UDF uniform, however due to the public nature of the event, he is using his charge pistol instead of his wired pistol. He's also using a different face shield, using a silver one as opposed to his black one, since it better matches the uniform he's wearing for the event
Diantha's fur coat still has the angel wing shape. This isn't lore relevant I just couldn't fit the full thing onto the panel but it's definitely there
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Emmet uses a wired pistol (left side holster) and a charge pistol (right side holster). Both are standard issue firearms used by the UDF, however charge pistols are more common thanks to them being easy to hold and carry. A wired pistol connects to a battery pack of some kind to fire at a greater speed, whereas a charge pistol will generate its own power but take longer to fire and load. Emmet's wired pistol connects to the battery network that powers his body, allowing him to take advantage of his fast reflexes by using his faster weapon
Emmet doesn't get anything to wear for his Unovan uniform! Part of the contract he signed for his cybernetics states that he can't cover the prostheses unless it could lead to a breach in confidentiality (such as going to a foreign region or appearing in public outside of work reasons) since he's meant to effectively advertise the quality and construction of the body built for him. Of course he refuses to go outside completely naked to fight so the UDF got him a cropped version of his coat and shoes so he can have some more cover
The face shield is meant more for form than function. Technically the only purpose they serve is to cover his face when he's out on patrol, though it can also act as a screen to show him information about what he's seeing (kind of like an AR headset). He could technically get the screen function though cornea implants but he's not doing that + he wants the anonymity provided by the shield
Sections of the body can split open or be removed. The front abdominal panel can do both due to the different processing mechanisms inside needing easy access for repair/maintenance. Limbs can be swapped for different prostheses provided they have a compatible socket
The sockets in Emmet's back can be used to power other weapons/devices if he has a compatible cable. Emmet was given a bag of different attachments and cables to hook into his back so he can power a range of things from phones to laser rifles
He has removable skin. Any shot of him with the black body is the body without skin. In situations where he could possibly have skin showing or he is required to wear something that shows more skin, he'll have material rolled over the sections of his body that will be visible so they look more normal
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Emmet got run over by a train ♥ long story short is that he went to rescue a passenger who had fallen off the platform and miscalculated how much time he had before the train pulled in. Once he got stabilized in the hospital afterwards, he only has around 30% of his original body intact, along with some sections they were able to somewhat repair but required new hardware being installed in order to return their function. Anything under the waist and a large portion of his arms were crushed beyond repair and as such, he's been connected to different machine to mimic the functions of his organs
The UDF (in a rather scummy play) contacted Emmet for business, asking him to sign a contract that would ensure he would live by letting them test their confidential new tech on him. He is the only ethical candidate they have for testing such prostheses so to get him to agree, they offer to cover the cost of everything relating to his health and work, as well as paying him a salary for the trouble. Since the only other options are "die slowly" or "lose all self sufficiency and go bankrupt living in hospital", he agrees, and so begins his second job as a living experiment and tool for the UDF
I think that's the most I've written for one post yikes. This isn't even everything but I'll cut it here because my hands are not pleased with me typing.
I still have a lot to think about for this concept, mostly what kind of work Emmet will do while overseas in Kalos and whether something dangerous enough will happen to warrant him using his body for what it was made for. That might be funny, only two settings and they're "I love macarons :)" and bloodshed.
Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this dump, feel free to ask on anything (it helps me write too ^^). See you later and have a nice day!
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wolfclaw666 · 2 months
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peridot doodles
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cafe--tables · 4 months
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Comfort characters in a car what they gonna do?
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modernhybrid · 2 years
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smallestapplin · 1 year
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Oh geez uuuum
Okay here's a request can we get a monster submas write up? Up to you what they are but reader goes somewhere they shouldn't and boys end up curious when instead of screaming an running reader asks them for help to get outta the area.
Bitty
Oooo! I went with shadow monsters
Cw : uncanny(?)
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You only wanted to explore the abandoned subway, you planned to not go far in but it seems your curiosity had other plans.
You’re in awe of your scenery, the hole in the ceiling showing the night sky, as the greenery over took a subway cart.
So you just kept going further in, wanting to see more.
Not knowing the two figures that trailed behind you.
Pale eyes never leaving your form.
It’s been ages since anyone has come here, so what are you doing here? They were interested, curious as to what you were doing in their home.
The shadows of the tunnel seem to move, tendrils almost curling around you.
Yet you stand there at a cross section, looking around.
“Where am I?”
You realized you had been wondering aimlessly, with no idea how to get out.
You hear footsteps echoing in the tunnels, two sets getting closer.
Turning around you see them.
They look human but…something is wrong with them.
One has a smile that stretches too far to be natural, arms and legs longer than they should be.
A shadow like mist coming from both of them.
The one dressed in black’s frown stretches too far down.
Everything about them sends a chill down your spine.
Everything screaming at you to run, that you aren’t safe.
Yet you stay, standing there looking at them with a soft smile.
“Hello! I’m sorry to bother you two, but can you help me? It seems I’ve gotten myself a little lost.”
They stop just short of you, both towering over you, their gangly limbs holding them a good three feet above you.
“Lost?”
They spoke in sync, tilting their heads in opposite directions. You try not to cringe, it’s like several of them talking at once.
“I am Emmet! We can help!”
The creature in the old, dirty, torn subway boss suit jumps up, his face showing excitement, but his voice carries no emotion.
"I am a Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. We will be happy to help a lost passenger.”
His face is unmoving, but his voice carrying throughout the tunnel. His words don’t sound like his own, sounding like he’s repeating something he heard.
Like he’s parroting from something.
You perk up, smiling widely.
“Thank you! I really appreciate it.”
A black, almost inky tendril comes from Ingo, and a dark grey one comes from Emmet. The tentacle like appendages, wrap around your hands, as if they are holding them.
They are cold, like they’ve been in front of an ac.
“Ready to depart to our next destination.”
“ALL ABOARD!”
You stumble lightly, trying to keep up with them.
They’re abnormally long legs taking long strides, like toy soldiers.
“Be careful not to come uncoupled from us.”
Before you could respond, Emmet disappears, only to appear right behind you. The tall creature leaning down, his back cracking as he bends far too low without bending his knees.
“So cute, yup! So strange too!”
Ingo growls, the tunnel vibrating at such a loud dark sound. He wants to scold his brother, but he agrees, you are a weird one.
Everyone who’s walked in has always left screaming.
Or not at all.
They didn’t take kindly to be attacked.
Yet you are calm, not even afraid of them, going as far as to ask them for help!
They can’t help but be intrigued.
Such an adorable thing, and you’re so warm too.
So squishy.
“Both of you are so nice, I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”
The tentacle from Ingo squeezes your hand lightly, almost like he’s trying to reassure you.
“Our pleasure! It’s rare to have such a kind guest.”
Emmet presses his cheek against yours.
“Sooo cute! We’ll miss you!”
You laugh, trying to kindly brush him off.
You have no idea what they are, but they don’t seem so bad. You pick up the pace, as you see the light from the sunrise as you approach the entrance.
Emmet whines, and Ingo’s frown deepens.
They don’t want to say goodbye to the one kind guest.
The stop a few yards away from the exit, not getting close to the light. You stand in the light of the sunrise, looking back to them.
“Would it be okay if I visit?”
The creatures look confused for a moment.
You look nice with that glow.
“Of course!”
“We would be honored.”
Maybe monsters aren’t so bad.
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ghostedshe3p · 1 year
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I colored my doodle 👍
I’m not that great at finishing things if you couldn’t tell
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