You Guys Can Have This Semi Decent Comic I Did, I Would Love To Digitize And Make It Cleaner But Honestly,

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How we feeling today Kamijirou nation

Alfred, Packs him up in one night, old service pistol, and a shotgun, if Bruce can't kill without succumbing to the dark, Alfred will walk that dark road with his hands behind his back and a bowie knife in his teeth.

What would not just be the most satisfying to see, but what feels the most appropriate character-wise and thematically?

... not that DC would ever actually let him be killed permanently.

(Obviously there's lots of other characters who could kill him, but Harley, Jason, and Batman are the ones I see most commonly put forth as who "should".)

Quite the Quirky Lot

James had just arrived into Knapford with an express from the mainland, his fireman had uncoupled him from the train and they were awaiting clearance to leave for Conrad's Bridge to refresh on water, so he was running a little hot today.

Passengers milled about from the train, amongst them a group of high schoolers, some of whom were making there way down the platform, one of them who had broken away from the group walked down alongside James muttering in Japanese, now James knew Japanese, he hadn't used in in awhile but he was fresh enough to understand what the young man was saying.

"We're late, and those stupid enclosed carriages meant the extras wouldn't shut up, who came up with all of this" He snarled to himself.

"Hey now, I'm not late," James spoke back, in near perfect Japanese, which unsurprisingly spooked the teenager, you don't expect to be spoken back to you in your native language, especially on the other side of the world, and by a talking train.

"There was simply a delay, not my fault that there was a special that had to overtake, no need to get angry," He spoke with a voice reserved for Customer service workers.

"You could have at the very least sped up a bit, it felt like sitting behind a group of slow walkers!" The blond hit back.

"Mate," He was getting angry now, the lack of water was making him feel unhappy, "I was running at the limit, I know where your from your used to expresses being faster, but trust me I was running at good speed!"

"Well you carriages are the worse with all there crapped space"

James burst out into English to get his anger across.

"Yeah well Puffball! I can't sit in those carriages I have no idea what there like, apparently those seats are made of horse fur! You can't get more comfy than that these days!" He snorted a jet of steam out his nose, "Maybe next time pick better travel partners!"

Several other students had been making their way down the platform to see what all the angry Japanese was about, and could only stand embarrassed as their classmate lashed out a train .

"Bakugou could you go an hour without yelling at something?" Came a croaky voice from James' side.

"Yes I can, but this big red sausage was late and I though he should know that!"

"I've told you, you sea urchin looking punk, I was on schedule!"

"Bakugou stop yelling at the train who is clearly trying to do his job" Came another voice.

"Right," James said with a grin, "Listen to your friend there, it sounds like he knows how to treat a steam engine"

"Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!" Came yet another voice as a young lad with spiked red hair hurried over to the blond who James had gathered was named Bakugou.

"He's not a big fan on enclosed spaced with a bunch of people, between this and the plane he's a bit antsy" He quickly said as he threw his arm around his friends shoulder, trying to defuse the situation.

"Ahh right, yeah that would probably drive me up the wall too, sorry about that man" James said with a look of semi understanding, he wasn't about to prolong the argument.

"Nice hair by the way, like the colour" He said to the red head, who simply smiled.

"Thanks man! Hey come on Bakugou I left my bag over with Sensei"

"You moron what did you do that for?!"

"So you didn't exploded on a train?" He replied as he lead Bakugou back down the platform, the blond surprisingly not making a fuss, James though he looked the type to.

"Sorry about him," James looked over at the young man that had chastised Bakugou earlier, "He's a bit much"

"Your telling me, woah, neat hair" James could finally see the young man, he had bright white hair on one side and a deep red on the other.

"uhh thank you" He replied in neat well practiced English.

"I was joking about you know how to treat steam engines by the way, you haven't meet a talking one have you?" James asked.

"No, I haven't exactly had the chance to meet any" he replied.

"Well if your here for a bit longer you'll meet plenty" James smirked.

"So we've been told" Said the croaky voice as a girl with large eyes and long hair appeared alongside.

"Yeah there are plenty of us here, how long are you staying?" he asked them.

"Just about two weeks," Came yet another voice, this one from a young man with a large yellow backpack and green hair, he was stood over by the bench with brunette girl and shorter boy with a large purple pompadour.

"Plenty of time to get a good show around, where are you headed?"

"We're staying at a hostel for the night, and then we should be heading up to, Har, har-" The Brunette stumbled on the word.

"Harwick? ohh yes it's quite lovely up there, make sure you get good seats, the run up the coast is quite charming" James was enjoying this they seemed like good company.

"Anything else on the schedule?" He questioned.

"Not that I know off, our class rep or our teacher should have that" The twin coloured boy replied.

"Well I think there's a concert at Arlesbrugh, this Sunday" He said with uncertainty, that got a yelp from down the platform.

"Hear that Jirou, there's a concert in town!"

"I heard that you dumbass, just because there is one on doesn't mean we have to go"

The other voice wasn't discouraged, "Hey your always saying that you'd love to meet some British Punk Rockers, maybe there will be some there?"

James would give the unseen guy some credit, he had some guts in him.

"I'm not sure about the artists, seeing as I can't go to concerts but that's a maybe on the Punks" James laughed.

There was a whistle behind him as a pilot drew the coaches out of the station.

"I guess that's my queue to leave, sorry I can't chat for much longer but I have to get going, you all have a lovey day now, I might see you lot around" He grinned as he whistled pulling out of the station in a cloud of steam, as the teenagers on the platform waved him out.

"Thanks for the recommendation!" Came a shout from a bright blond young man as James rolled past him and a girl with purple short hair.

"Anytime lad, take care"

James smiled to himself as he moved past the rest of the class making there way down the platform, but he had to double take, he could have sworn he saw one with the head of a bird, he blinked a few times as he passed the two boys from earlier standing along side a taller man with black hair who was speaking in an annoyed manner to the blond.

"What a weird lot" James mused to himself as the group of Japanese made their way to the station underpass.

Great Scott, it is!

OKAY

But why does young Scrooge look like a lot of humanisations of ttte Flying Scotsman???

Ohh I love MHA Smash so much sometimes.

A better stain game show then the one already made

Here's the full thing then!

(In response to the previous ask, also this is my friend @ch33s3mam attempting to mess with me)

I love that Typlosion is Bakugou's defacto Pokémon choice for any AU.

i am capable of one thing only (pokemon au of things i like)

the ofa equivalent is eevee’s special z move lol

I whole heartedly agree with this statement

Hi. Listen to this. It is nearly three hours long but I also think it is genuinely one of the very best ttte stories out there.

One thing I adore about Piezo being a post war fic is that, everyone of them are snarky little shits, throwing out one liners and fucking with each other to a grand degree, examples.

Katsuki throwing out nicknames like his name is Tony Stark.

This version of Hanta is really into poking fun at peoples relationships, as it Fumikage for some reason, Mina is a menace.

Mineta, weirdly got toned the hell down I might have accidently made him a new character.

And for some reason I write Shouto with James May mannerisms, just for the hilarity of the 'Hello' meme.

headcanon accepted

headcannon that jirou wears a really long dangly earring on the ear that got cut because she’s so used to the extra weight

Brilliant, the fact this engine can stare down an Angry Donald and Douglas and live is half a god.

still thinking about this post and how #nwrcore it is

i don't want modern n.w.r. the pleasant preserved-in-amber no-one-is-problematic-anymore utopia.

i want modern n.w.r. the refuge of long-abanadoned engines from scrapyards who at first are like 'omg! i am Saved!'

and who then are like 'oh. oh fuck. ohh i don't know about this. i think i wanna go back to the scrapyard, it was peaceful there.'

and who are then like 'don't fuck with me bitches. and definitely don't fuck with my new family. i have evolved. i have transcended anxiety. i roast gordon on the daily. and i also throw buffers if some smug diesel at the junction dares so much as sneer in his general proximity. this is how i roll now. i have to remember how to act when my actual owners come to visit because i am not the same puppy-eyed stray they rescued. i once imitated sir topham hatt while he was still in the same hemisphere and lighting didn't strike me down. like everyone else here, i am half-machine, half-god. we all looked Death in the face and laughed. we look in the face of a pair of angry homicidal caledonian goods engines and laugh too. james called me a rustbucket yesterday and i only cried a little.'