#but still looks bad and huuuuurts

[rosicheeks]

😓

[orcelito]

Gencon is very busy...!!!

Ummmmm highlights of the day..!!!

I maybe bought 4 Naruto figurines. Thankfully not individually expensive (though perhaps a little expensive all together...) see I wanted Sasuke but I also wanted Kakashi and I couldn't have Sasuke without Naruto and well it would feel wrong to have the 3 of them without Sakura and so I somehow. Got all 4. Haha. I'll most likely post pics later, whenever I end up opening them. I'm still at the convention center rn lol

(Putting the rest of this under a cut bc it got a little long lol)

I was on the field of the Lucas Oil Stadium, aka the stadium that the Indianapolis Colts play at. I've attended all of One game here (not professional football, it was a high school game lol) so I've felt the size of it, but it's still fucking crazy being on the field. It's so BIG...... and obviously they've got the grass covered rn, but it's still pretty cool!!!

I maaaade dice!!! Pretty precise process it seems, & definitely would require a Lot of work (after the sanding and the painting etc etc). I do still wanna get into it, but if I wanted to spring for stuff like the vacuum chamber or the pressure pot...

Yeah, it'd get expensive. Add in the fact that I don't have a good place to do this away from the cats & it really is not feasible to start rn. But!!! Eventually!!!! I think I'd really enjoy it. I just need a dedicated workshop space where I can spread out without worrying about poisoning my cats lol.

Here's some cool game set stuff I saw in the event hall. This picture is maybe... hm... a fourth of the event hall? And then when you consider that the vender hall (connected to the event hall, though it's closed right now) is maybe 1.5 times as big as the event hall?? Give or take a little...

Aka just imagine booths upon booths upon booths... I'm gonna have to take a pic of it tomorrow. I was there too briefly to think about taking a pic. Honestly I maybe managed to get through like a tenth of the whole vender hall in an hour of wandering. It's fucking huge. And So Many Dice... I bought one set of 14 (I think it was) dice. Aka an extended set. And then I got a random set bag of dice (just a basic 7). And then a d20 with a cat on it. And a dice of LETTERS. Aka I guess a d26 (I totally did not have to double check that there were 26 letters in the alphabet)(I have 702k words written & posted to ao3)(😂😂😂 I'm very tired) but with letters instead of numbers. And it's glow in the dark!!! And I found some hxh buttons, and a mighty nein poster, and uhmmmm. A cute lanyard. And that's all I bought. Which really is such restraint for me. (Omfg I just saw a dragon cosplay)(someone just dressed as a dragon)

OH YEAH I saw a fucking. Persona 5 Ryuji cosplay. Hanging out with the biker lady from Durarara. Featuring the Ryuji holding her scythe hfksbfmd which was such a funny image. I was too shy to ask for a pic but just trust 🙏 i saw this

Anyways yeah the only real big thing I bought is the naruto figurines. I'll show pics later once I got the stuff again (I dropped it all off in the car earlier)

Omfg literally as I've been sitting here (on a bench at the side of a main hallway) someone stopped by and gave me a handmade bracelet !!!

DND's 50th anniversary!!! So cute!!!!

[batfamtv]

imagine catching perv!ethan jerking his cock off to you. maybe you’re a friend next door that he’s always admired, and he just couldn’t help it :( when you ask him what he’s doing, he whines, and rests his head in between your tits when you swat his hand away from his leaking cock.

“i asked you what you were doing, hm?”

“i don’t…i don’t know momma,” he breathes in between your tits, his warm breath making you shudder as he rubs his face in your chest. you watch his cock, flushed pink and almost red at the tip, dripping sloppily with pre-cum, bobbing against your stomach. it jerks when you teasingly run your fingers on its head, and more streams of precum comes out, “a-ah! m-mommy…momma please,” ethan has tears flowing down his cheeks as he looks up at you with lust filled eyes. he barely looks like the ethan you know, “please…it’s h-hurts, so bad…”

“this hurts?”

you wrap one hand around ethan’s cock, smiling when he whimpers and bucks into your hand involuntarily. his cock twitches in your hold.

“y…yes…yes momma, it hurts, it huuuuurts,” ethan sounds out of it now, mindlessly humping into your hand.

“i know how to make you feel better,” you tell him, watching as his dreary eyes look up at you. “you trust me, right?”

he says nothing, just nods as you let go of his leaking cock (it bobs in the air, almost hitting his stomach) and turn around to drop your skirt and panties off.

“f…fuck!” ethan groans behind you at the sight of your bare ass in front of him. he’s seen it many times when he was watching you from his room like the pervert that he is, but not this close. your ass looks so good.

you spread your cheeks, grinning in excitement when ethan moans at the sight of your wet cunt. “w-wet…” he murmurs, absent mindedly dipping a finger to your folds.

you bite your lip in anticipation, before looking back at him. “put it in ethan. your peepee, your cock… put it inside.”

“inside?” ethan looks confused, “inside you…” he takes his cock and positions it behind you. but he doesn’t know how to slide it in.

spreading your ass further, you clench your hole for him to see, “inside the hole ethan… you put your cock in and it’ll feel better. it won’t hurt anymore, i promise.”

ethan nods behind you, notching his cock into your cunt. as the fat head of his cock breaches your pussy, he exhales shakily at the feel.

“t-tight…it’s so tight momma,” he breathes into your neck, “tight n wet…”

“shh, i know baby boy,” you tell him, as you take a breath and slide all the way down to the base of his cock.

“momma!” ethan exclaims in shock, sobbing as he finds himself buried deep in your cunt. his arms fly to wrap around your waist, moaning loudly. “it’s coming out! the white pee is coming out!!”

it’s all the warning you get as ethan humps your ass, moaning, crying, as he empties his cum into your pussy. “mommy…there’s a lot…i put it all inside you…” he groans into your neck, as you moan at the sensation of his cum painting your walls.

“fuck, that feels so good baby boy,” you coo at him, bringing him closer to plant a kiss on his swollen lips, “you gave mommy lots of cum, good job ethan.”

he preens at that, still mindlessly thrusting into your pussy, “momma… i have more…”

“good baby,” you smile at him, “give me more of your cum…”

[howlingday]

Belladina Date Night

Jaune: It's done... Yes, Ma'am. All of our customers have been served. I'll be on my way home n- Oh, wait! I promised my wife I'd pick up some milk and eggs on the way.

Jaune: ...Okay. Thank you. Have a great d-

???: DIE, YOU BASTARD!

BANG!

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Lisa: (Via TV) Breaking news, multiple bodies have been discovered in an abandoned building in the northern district. The building, set to be demolished later this month, was inhabited by whom the police determine are members of The Black Beasts, a radical terrorist organization funded in part by foreign interests, and are responsible for multiple acts of indiscriminate violence across the Kingdom.

Penny: ...Mama, I wanna watch cartoons.

Blake: Not now, Penny.

Lisa: Moving on to stock prices...

Penny: (Teary-eyed)

Blake: ...Fine. Go ahead and change the channel.

Penny: Yay~! (Changes the channel, Sits)

Jaune: (Opens the door) Blake, Penny, I'm home!

Blake: Welcome home, Ja...

Jaune: I... I got the milk and eggs...

Blake: Uh, thank you. Are you... Are you okay?

Jaune: No, no, I'm... I'm fine...

Jaune: (Thinking) I can't let him know that... THAT I TOOK A GUNSHOT TO MY ASS AND NOW I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN!.

Penny: (Thinking) A gunshot?!.

Penny: Please don't die, Papa!

Jaune: I'll be fine, Penny. Papa just needs a good night's rest. (Slams bedroom door shut)

Penny: Wow... Not even a gunshot can kill Papa...

Blake: (Thinking) DAMN! I must've said or done something to upset him! What could it- Argh! The groceries! If I wasn't so lazy, he wouldn't be so tired! Marriages are all about compromises, but what have I given him?!.

Blake: This is bad! This is so very bad! My mission will be compromised because of my selfish behavior!.

Penny: Mama, you are way off...

Blake: Maybe he'll feel better in the morning.

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Blake: He's not better today...

Jaune: It's not better today. It huuuuurts...

Blake: J-Jaune, I have today off, so... uh... W-Would you do me the honor of going out on a date?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Blushes) A D-D-D-D-

Blake: I want to thank you for all of your hard work around the house and with helping raise Penny. If anyone deserves a break, it's you.

Jaune A date...

Blake: O-Only if you feel up for it, of course!

Jaune: Yes! I accept! I need to learn what dating a married woman really means!

Blake: ...Wha-

Jaune: I'm going to go get ready!

Penny: Yay~! We're going on a date~!

Blake: You're not coming. A date is only between two people.

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Blake: Take good care of her, okay?

Sun: Hey, hey, hey! Since when am I on babysitting duty?

Blake: Since right now. And you know why. (Whips out check) This is the first half.

Sun: ...You know my only weakness. (Takes)

Blake: Now... (Snaps fingers, Limo arrives) Your chariot awaits, my dear husband~.

Blake: Last night, I planned 863 different date ideas that he should enjoy. This date will be perfect.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Um I... I'm sorry, Blake, but c-could we not drive anywhere and just... walk?

Jaune: I don't want to make my butt hurt any worse!.

Blake: Huh?!

Blake: Is he still angry with me?! Damn! That's 794 ideas right out the window!.

Blake: Er, n-no problem then... Shall we? (Walks away with Jaune)

Penny: Mama... Papa...

Penny: Hey, Sunny.

Sun: Huh?

Penny: Let's follow them.

Sun: ...

Sun: Heh, alright! We'll throw on disguises and tail them!

Sun: (Thinking) Heehee! Now we'll see just how Blake swoons all her boyfriends~!.

Penny: They're too far away... I can't read their minds!.

Blake: What do those two think they're doing?. Are they pretending to be spies trying to follow us?. I'll just pretend they're not here.

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At the mall...

Blake: How about a new suit? I'm sure you'll look stunning in one~!

Jaune: N-No way!

Jaune: Those pants look so tight, and I'm in enough pain as it is!.

At the movies...

Blake: Jaune, why don't you sit down? People are staring.

Jaune: I-I'm fine!

Many locales later...

Jaune: It's no use! I can't focus on this date at all!.

Blake: I haven't cheered him up at all! If anything, he looks even angrier!.

Sun: HA! Guess Blake ain't such a smooth talker after all! HA HA HA!

Penny: Are you a bad guy, Sunny?

Sun: What?! No, of course not! I'm just happy to see Blake finally get her comeuppance at last after all her years of taunting me for my lack of tact with getting dates!

Penny: So, you're a bad guy.

Blake: Those idiots couldn't be more visible if they tried.

Blake: Er, are you hungry? Why not stop for dinner?

Jaune: Sure!

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Host: Ah, Mister and Misses Belladina! Right this way...

Host: Er, sir, I'll have to ask you to sit.

Jaune: (Hovers over the seat)

Hostess: I'm sorry, sir, but casual wear is not permitted, nor are children under the legal drinking age.

Sun: Yeah, it figures. Guess we gotta head home, Penny. Good thing, too. This game was getting boring...

Penny: Okay...

Waiter: (Thinking) Th-The Rusted Knight?!.

Penny: Huh?!

Sun: What's up? Need to go potty or somethin'?

Waiter: Yeah, that's him alright. What the hell is he doin' here?! I barely escaped the other day, and I thought that was Heaven's mercy! But now I get what my brothers and sisters in Hell are tellin' me. You want me to kill him, don't you? Then I'll do it. Tonight, I'll avenge The Black Beasts!.

Penny: There's a bad guy in the restaurant!.

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Waiter: DIE, RUSTED KNIGHT!

Jaune: HI-YA!

Blake: You're a hired killer?! I want a divorce! Belladina family is no more!

Blake: Also, let's abandon Penny!

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Sun: Hey, we gotta get back before they notice we're gone.

Penny: Wait! Papa and Mama are in trouble!

Sun: Why's she worried about them? It's not like they're her real parents.

Sun: Alright, fine. This next game is called "Infiltration".

Penny: In-Fill-Tray-Shun!

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Waiter: What would the madam and... SIR like to drink?

Blake: Dry champagne in a glass, please.

Jaune: Uh, wh-whatever cocktail you reccomend.

Blake: I'm glad you're enjoying the atmosphere. This particular restaurant is famous for its fish delicacies.

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Waiter: HOW ABOUT A BLOWFISH MARTINI, RUSTED KNIGHT?!.

Penny: (Hidden above, Whispering) H-Hurry, Sunny!

Sun: (Whispering) Easy, kid. Infiltration is a slow game.

Waiter: Take this to the gentleman at table 9.

Penny: No! We're too late!.

Jaune: Oh, it, uh... It smells a bit ripe... (Drinks, Eyes widen)

Penny: PAPA!.

Waiter: Brothers and sisters... I've avenged you...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Sits) Amazing! It's like all the pain in my butt just disappeared!.

Contract killers have a high toxicity tolerance.

Jaune: You hungry? Because I am famished!

Blake: Uh, y-yeah...

Blake: He cheered up all of a sudden, but I guess I shouldn't be too upset by this sudden change. Just blame it on the alcohol.

Waiter: What?! That should have been a lethal dose! Fine, then I'll just build a bomb! Enough playing safe! If I'm gonna make my brothers and sisters in The Black Beasts proud, then I need to go all out and-

Waiter: WAAAAAGH! ARGH! Wh... Where'd all this oil come from?! I almost broke my-

Penny: (Disguised, Holding a "gun") Ka-Klick!

Waiter: Wh-What?! Wait, is she... Is she one of the Rusted Knight's lackeys?! She's just a kid, too! He's a real monster!.

Penny: Listen up, Mr. Black Beast guy, stop bothering Pa- Er, that guy out there. Go home, forget about this, and make sure Catty is happy.

Waiter: How does she know I'm with the Black Beasts? And how did she know about Catty?!.

Penny: (Turns away) Go home, and make Catty happy.

Waiter: I... I see now. This isn't what The Black Beasts would've wanted. They would want me to move on. For Catty, I'll live a normal life.

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Jaune: That restaurant was great! Kinda noisy, though...

Blake: I wonder what made all that noise. Still, it's nice to see your mood improve.

Penny: And it's all thanks to me!.

Sun: Hey, where'd you run off to earlier?

Jaune: Thank you for tonight, Blake. Growing up, I spent most of my time taking care of my sister. That's why today meant a lot to me, and I hope we can do this again soon.

Jaune: Preferably when I'm not injured.

Blake: ...I'd like that, too.

Jaune: Hey, look! The carnival is in town!

Blake: Well, well; would you like to go?

Penny: The carnival?! I wanna go!

Sun: W-Wait! I thought we were being shadows!

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The next day, after the poison wore off...

Blake: Good morning, Ja-

Jaune:

Blake: What?! No! Why?!

Blake: I don't understand men!.

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A18] wallflower

Summary — ✈︎Kaede asks a sulking Ushio about his progress on his work, but he doesn’t give him an answer. Muneuji gives him a hint on how to conquer Ushio, but…

Characters— ✈︎ Ushio, Muneuji, Sakujiro

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Kaede: Muneuji-kun, how is Ushio-kun’s progress…?

Muneuji: If I asked him, he likely wouldn’t tell me anything.

Kaede: I see. Then it’s probably better if I asked him directly.

Muneuji: I’m not sure if that will do any good. You wouldn’t get a good answer. Because Uu-chan… I mean, Ushioーー

Ushio: My stomach reeaaally hurts so I’m going to bed.

I can’t even give a proper status update on my progress because it huuuuurts.

Kaede: (H-He’s just going to pretend to sleep…!?)

Ushio: … It seems pretty loud in here, so I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. I’m gonna find somewhere else to sleep. Bye.

Kaede: ……

Muneuji: Ushio’s the type of person that when someone tells him that he “needs” to do something, he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

He probably feels like that right now.

I know that very well, so it feels like something that’s beyond even me.

Kaede: I see…

I get that, I remember what it’s like to  be at that age.

Whenever my teachers or my parents tried to dictate something in my life, I felt like I had to rebel against them. I had times like that as well…

Muneuji: No, Uu-chan’s parentsーー

…… No, nevermind. 

Kaede: Huh?

Muneuji: I apologize. I almost said something I shouldn’t have said.

Please forget about it. 

… As an apology, I can tell you a bit of a tip on how to conquer Uu-chan.

He gets weak against anything about “ReiOu[1]”.

Kaede: Ray…Oh…? I haven’t heard that word at all before… What in the world is that?

Muneuji: I also don’t know much about the details.

I only heard him say that it’s something that’s from the most “fire[2]” genre.

Kaede: Huh……

(Fire… maybe it has something to do with cooking?

Ah, maybe it’s like a bonfire or the name of a type of campfire equipment?)

(But I can’t imagine Ushio-kun as the type of person to enjoy the outdoors very much…)

Let’s search it up online.

… Huuh!? Nothing came up.

Muneuji: That’s strange.

Maybe it’s something that’s being filtered out from searches.

Kaede: (Reiou… I’m probably going to lose sleep wondering what that is…)

Location: Beach in Shodoshima

Boyfriend: Wah, did you make this bento for me!? These sandwiches look soo delicious!

Girlfriend: I thought they would be just perfect for a beach date! Ufufu. Make sure you eat a bunch! I brought some tea too.

Boyfriend: It’s SO delicious! You’re the best ever! I wuv[3] you!

Girlfriend: No you’re the best! I wuv you more!

Ushio: God, all this wuvey dovey talk is so annoying… Of course there’s people like this when other people have bigger shit to worry about. It must be nice to have such an easygoing life.

(I thought I could get rid of the egg by throwing it out to the ocean, but the place is just crowded with noisy couples who don’t have a care in the world… Ugh, this was a bad idea)

Whatever. 

I just gotta hurry up and get rid of it alreadーー

(Egg tapping)

( …… What is that sound…?)

(Egg tapping)

(I think something is tapping… against the shell?)

… Ugh, it feels so creepy and disgusting, I can’t handle it… I feel like it’s gonna explode the moment I take it out of the bag… This is the worst. 

I wish I could just throw it away while it’s still in the bag, but…

Boyfriend: Noo, I wuv you sooooo much more〜!

Girlfriend: That’s not true! ‘Cuz I wuv you the mooost!

Ushio: Tch……

(There’s way more people here than I thought there’d be, and this bag belongs to Muneuji’s little sister, so I can’t just throw it away…)

Ughh, what the fuck do I do here?

Boyfriend: Ahahaha, I’m the luckiest guy in the whooole world!

Ushio: ……

Girlfriend: Geez, that’s my line! Ufufu!

Ushio: … Can these idiots stuck in fantasy land just disappear already?

Are their heads just filled with pink cotton candy instead of a brain?

Boyfriend & Girlfriend: Ahahahaha!

???: Ahahahaha!

Ushio: (Ah.)

(I’m sinking.)

[4]

Ushio: (I keep sinking down.)

Classmate A: Y’know, that guy…

Classmate B: Who?

Classmate A: That pleasant guy. [5]

Classmate B: Oh right.

Ushio: (Even thought it’d be so fucking annoying to sink right now…)

Classmate A: Even though his whole family died, he can still walk around with a smirk on his face.

Is he fucked in the head?

Classmate B: A normal person wouldn’t be able to smile after something like that.

Ushio: (Ah.)

Ushio: ……

(I sank all the way to the bottom.)

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Kaede: Thank you for going shopping with me, Sakujiro-san!

Sakujiro: Please do not mind it, it was nothing exceptional.

Now, let us bring our bags inside.

Kaede: Yes! Let me just grab them…

………

Um, Sakujiro-san, have you seen it yet? The forecast for the day after tomorrow…

Sakujiro: Yes, the weather forecast. Of course I have checked it.

Kaede: What should we do…?

Sakujiro: There are times when you are trying to carry out something important, hardships like this will arise. 

Sakume will always keep a watchful eye over you as well as the students, Chief. 

Kaede: Right…

Ushio: ……

Kaede: Wah! You scared me!

Ushio-kun, I thought you were sleeping in your… room……

Ushio: ……

Kaede: (Ushio-kun, your eyes look glassy… Are you angry?)

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Notes — ✈︎

ReiOu is a ship name. Muneuji spells is right with 礼王 , while Kaede misspells it using れいおう, which I translated as Rayoh and レイオウ again, which I chose to use Reiou, without the capitalization. But ReiOu is the correct way to say it. I’m just not capitalizing it whenever he spells it wrong LMFAO

The word here is “ツヨビ”which is slang for someone who’s a hardcore fan of something. It also means high heat. I tried to think of a word that could be used here, so I thought fire since it’s slang and could also be related to cooking. 

They’re using baby talk here. 

(For the alt text) The names in the GC aren’t in the image, but they’re in the reading logs. I’m not 100% about the spelling!

The term they’re using, 好青年, means “Good Young Man”, but it’s hard to really localize this well. Think like, someone is usually really mean so you sarcastically say they’re the nicest person ever. It’s supposed to be a nickname, but it was hard to come up with a nickname for him. So I just said pleasant guy since I think it can mean nice, but also sound bad when being sarcastic. 😭

[pancake-breakfast]

Totally cheating and writing this post early. IT'S THE ONLY WAY.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 6, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Colorless Expression

Vash's careless pose with a cheerful smile is a very harsh contrast to the revelation at the end of the last chapter.

I wonder who got that photo of July going up. Also, shout out to the tiny, tiny headshot of Vash in the newspaper.

Never underestimate the cruelty potential of little old ladies. Especially if they think they have nothing to lose.

Is Vash going to church??

LOL, not if this kid has anything to say about it.

I dunno. I think Meryl might be onto something. Or maybe just noticing it for the first time. Maybe some of both.

Vash looks like he's praying. Or falling asleep.

Aaand there's tired Vash looking like Knives. Ugh, someone take care of him.

Very rude of them to bring guns into the house of God AND to then suggest murdering someone with them right then and there.

I read this guy's name wrong so from now on he's Justin Baby.

Never trust a Haliburton. They're always up to something.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood is in noodle bliss. I'm sure that's gonna last and he's gonna get to enjoy the whole bowl undisturbed.

Yep, he got a whole three panels before a cacophony of news about Vash's latest shenanigans interrupted his meal. You can see his peace and quiet melt out of his being.

Vash was already feeling pretty freaking depressed over all he's done. That's why he went to the church in the first place. This is not helping.

Wait, has Vash been drinking?? Buddy, don't you know alcohol's a downer? It's not gonna help with the depression. Even Wolfwood thinks this is a bad idea. Looks like he still has the moves, though.

Ohhhh, babygirl doesn't look so good.

Wolfwood and the girls know what's up, and Wolfwood in particular looks less than thrilled about it. First his soup, then sloppy mess Vash, and now his boss.

Vash, babygirl, what's going on in that spiky head of yours right now??

Wolfwood has clearly had enough of this morning's shit.

There's so much going on on this page, with characters overlapping without any panel breaks even though they're clearly not realistically positioned around Wolfwood. It's like our priest man is drowning in them. And then there's Vash, alone in the lower left corner, the last place you're likely to look when reading manga, and the only one set out from everyone else. ;_;

"Needle-noggin-isms." Heh.

Dude, this guy has Mad Max speakers.

Drunk or not, Vash still has mad skills.

He burned some of his power to catch that bullet. That's... he's really not in a good mental place, is he.

Meryl just goes into a full-on panic at the sight of it. Can't say I blame her, all things considered. No one was as up close and personal with that last encounter in the Dragon's Nest as she was.

Uggggghhhhh, Vash knows he's messed up.

Guys, I shoulda stopped three chapters ago. This chapter's depressing AF.

God bless Wolfwood. He's doing his best to protect Vash while abiding by them Needle-noggin-isms.

Milly's just straight up carrying Meryl, isn't she?

Vash, noooooo, this huuuuurts.

He's got too much he's trying to carry, and now he's just lost. Thank God for once he's not alone. He's got people around him right now, and that... that might be enough. Even one person having his back might be enough.

WHICH IS ALL HE'S GETTING APPARENTLY BECAUSE VASH CAN'T BEAR TO WORRY MERYL ANYMORE AND MERYL'S IN NO SHAPE TO DO ANYTHING.

Heh, the kid is trying his best to fight the adults. Good for him.

And Wolfwood, trying his best to lighten the mood. Awkwardly.

Chapter 6: Seeds Voyaging to the Stars, A World Inside A Pod

How DARE you show me their smiling faces after that. How dare. I'm in no mood. D:<

Oh, good. It's Knives. I think.

Ok, I love how in every one of these panels, the dark streak in Knives' hair is somehow hidden. It gets called out once on its own, but when we're looking at Knives' face, it's not there. It just kind of deepens how incredibly important it is.

The games are over. Now Knives has to find a different way to save his brother... and himself. Or risk them both dying in the process.

I wonder what Legato will think of his boss's new look....

I thought Elandira was down with Knives' plan because she had no issues with it for some reason, but now I think she's just here for the chaos and not really much more invested in who wins than Zazie is.

Ooof, Vash catching sight of his reflection. That face looking back at him is always his brother's.

Yeah, Wolfwood's run out of patience for this shit. He might punch Knives in the face if he had the chance right now. This... this is how he shows he cares about Vash's well-being.

Ooohhhh, is Vash getting echoes of what happened there?

Seeing his sister's corpse isn't sitting well for Vash, either.

Hells, even before the fall, we have Vash just floating around by himself. He has a whole-ass happy, non-genocidal brother and a caring surrogate mom, and our introduction to him here is him by himself, touched by nothing, backdropped by the void of space.

Hahahahaha, the boys look so confused.

Interesting that Rem is wearing a silly mask at this awkward birthday party when we were JUST TALKING ABOUT how Vash plasters a fake expression on to try and paint things a brighter color. I'm sure it has no significance whatsoever, especially with Rem awkwardly dodging Vash's question about what's the matter by saying how incredible a year it's been.

OMG BABY KNIVES!!! You can't look at this and tell me Knives didn't adore Rem at least as much as Vash did.

She adores them, too, despite how much she must feel like she's grasping at straws trying to figure out how to take care of them.

I love that every version of Trigun thus far has had a birthday scene for the boys with Rem.

Fishing them out of the plant bulb must have been a task.

Hahahaha, definitely a shortcut. In so many ways.

The boys aren't fooled. I know the boys are hyper-intelligent and all, but even normal kids often pick up on micro-emotions like this.

Ugggghhhhh, they both loved all the people on the ships. THEY BOTH LOVED ALL THE PEOPLE ON THE SHIPS!!!

Their conversation.... They both want to be friends with the humans, even if it takes effort.

Knives, maybe you should lay off some of the war movies.

I like to think they created Plants the way the Quarians created sentient AI in Mass Effect. They were just trying to do something that didn't include making a conscious intelligence, and then something went weird that no one understands, and now Plants.

Blaring space ship alarms are not a preferred wake-up method. Especially when you're on the spaceship.

Is Rem trying to hide the twins from the crew??

Cliffhanger ending?! Booooooo....

Author Bonus Chapter

Uhhhh, ok, I'm just gonna note the kana here...

...isn't exactly a sound effect like all the rest of the kana on this page. This is literally the word for "pants" (ズボン, zubon) repeated several times.

Why they're all shouting "pants" at a pro-wrestling event is beyond me. Maybe 'cause the guys often don't wear pants.

Tiny, tiny Nightow in the audience. You know, I would have never guessed he was into pro wrestling given the IMMENSE AMOUNT OF DRAMATIC POSTURING AND WRESTLING OUTFITS his characters wear all the freaking time.

Gods, I recognize some of those signs. I didn't even like pro wrestling....

"Check my monkey ass directly into smackdown hotel!" LOL

"Ah, this reeks of effort!" Classic Nightow.

LOL, I could see him trying to buy all the figurines for himself. Gotta admit, if someone made a figurine of the main character of something I published, I'd buy it, too.

I will never get over Nightow asking McFarlane to do an "American Check" on the gun. The legacy of my country, folks.

"Please detail this area as it pleases you." Good to know Nightow is paying attention to those small details when he draws. /s

Actually, he did bother to emphasize the need for the ear piercing and the mole, which is good.

Somehow, I don't think he regrets the chain too much.

Hahahahaha, he imagines the place like some sort of evil lair.

Ohhhhh, nooooo. New Jersey?? Gods, this must have been a thing for someone who wasn't very familiar with U.S. geography. This was in 2000, too, apparently, which means (for all you young 'uns) that the internet was notoriously unreliable for looking up stuff like this. This was back in the day when a lot of teachers banned the use of internet sources because it was just assumed they'd be wrong. Assuming your teacher wasn't afraid of the internet entirely because they heard people could find naughty images on it.

They make figurines via DARK RITUALS.

Good to know I'm not inexcusable. I may not have many figurines, but manufacturing processes have always intrigued me.

LOL, "san kyu." San kyu for writing it, Nightow. You bastard. I'm going to cry myself to sleep over fictional characters tonight because of you.

This song started playing around the time I finished up this volume, and it seemed fitting, so I'm gonna put it here.

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Volume 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 6: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4

[trashbinbackyard]

40-50 for kasia, trias n lilith?

If i time this right this will be the first thing you see on your dash

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

You mean breakfast? Its three cups black coffee, softened by three cans of 5-hour energy. She has no problem staying up, this is just something she wasnt allowed to ingest while working as assassin

Coffee sure, one cup max, rest of the day it’s tea mostly. Not big on sweets but will share a milkshake with bailey.

She has this specific tea she drinks in the morning to get her up and going. Much stronger than human teas. It helps her focus and get the day started with routine

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

Pansexual demiromantic. If you’re interesting she’s most likely into you. She’s not that specific about physical stuff, but mentally, you gotta have a sense of mystery and fun. Has no fucking idea what she could possibly want from a relationship bc she’s not really emotionally mature

Pansexual through and through. They’re physically into someone who’s pretty much the polar opposite and has confidence about it. Mentally, people who are artistic (music, dance, art, sewing, woodworkinh,doesn’t matter) they’re super into creative types, fun and relaxed earns bonus

Aro ace, also pretty sex repulsed.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

She wants to prove herself, and become a good person. She killed and would die for krea at this point, help get justice served

Get a stable job? Check. Get married? In progress. There’s not really anything they’d sacrifice Everything for, they believe in compromice. When the baby fever hit they were ready to talk themselves out of it if bailey wouldn’t be on board

Grow her name on this part of the galaxy, gain influence around the citadel and the black market. Right now she’s content working for mhairi, but she’d like to grow her status to be working With mhairi

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Not really. Terenlasi are raised atheistic. She’s not that knowledgable about religion. But doesn’t condem it eitheir. If that’s what brings some people comfort, good for them

A little, they were raised orthodox but consider themselves agnostic, as they dont really lean into the spiritual stuff. Appreciates the community tho

Her people have few traditions and since she’s far from home she’s keen on keeping those. Not too religious, but a bit spiritual. She does her own thing and lets other people do theirs. Her religion is none of anyone’s business and neither are other’s hers

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

She likes a nice dry heat , she’s pretty much a walking cooler. So she outperforms in hot weather rather than in cool. Wont complain, whatever weather she has to endure is better than the dull lurking in citadel she did

They like spring the best, not too cool not too hot, all the flowers are blooming and they can slowly bust out their summer looks. Wille whine and moan during summer, someone help them

She likes warm and humid, much like nedians, although she doesn’t freeze up in cold weather. During unfortunate seasons she just stays in space, problem solved

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Criminal, traitor, turncoat, and she has earned it, she’s not denying it. But she beats herself more than any judging pair of eyes can ever. She has learned a new emotion! Guilt! Not fun! She feels pretty worthless after causing a ton of misery

People probably look at them and be like ”yeah, you do you boo” or be obnoxious like ”did all those piercing huuuuurt”. They like how they look, really, it was hard road recovering from ed but worth it

Tall lady, huge, wow, mhairi impersonator but skinnier. Bc you know, tall white fish species. Please dont compare two bad bitches to each other. She’s her own person, even though the social circle is causing her an identity crisis

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

The most of her first impression are her falling chaotically onto the street. Not that good. Her opening her mouth doesn’t improve the situation one bit. She’s the prisoner of her bad social skills

They’re bubbly, they’re giddy, they’re happy to meet new people.

She’s stern and professional, she’s confident and demanding of respect. Keeping the tone neutral as not to give away too much about herself, she’s got years of experience

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

They were never invited to parties. Not her fault. Assassins just weren’t. She has no idea what tf is going on. For once she’d be quiet and standing on the corner looking like an idiot

Oh they love the fancyness. Not for themselves, but it is an aesthetic. But they like smaller cocktail parties of just hanging around

She’s well familiar with big fancy parties, making connections easily and scanning the room. She quite enjoys them

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

Turn up at local nightclubs, that’s the place she can let loose without looking like total dimwit

They like parties and mingling but have their limit, by 9 pm they’re heading home already, they know what they’re comfortable with

She always turns up in big events. With the crew of valac even if they’re not invited, they got a cover

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

Krea’s cloak he gave her, everything else may burn in a fire and it wouldn’t matter

The piercings and tattoos are enough, they hold value to them and tell a part of her recovering story

Her parents were dear to her, still are (they aint dead dw). She had a little charm she sometimes uses as a necklace from them

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Cloak, at least 8 knives (who knows maybe she’ll need more), a clean set of clothes, personal hygiene stuff

Few sets of clean clothes, personal hygiene + makeup, sketchbook and pencilcase, a book

Clean clothes hygiene all that jazz. Tracker, gun, knife,

[especially-heinous-ada]

New Life in New York

“Anonymous request:

Idea: tourist to the city and you get lost and *literally* run into Nevada or Rafael (your choice) and how’d they react to you panicking that your lost and are alone.” 

I really liked this one. I didn’t particularly have a plan, I just started writing and let the story take me where it wanted to go haha. I definitely enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thanks for the request! Hopefully it is what you were looking for.

For those who don’t already know, I always keep my requests open, so if you think of anything you’d like to read from me, go ahead and holla at your girl.   

“Ugh. Dead already?” You groan at your phone. It was always running out of battery at the most inopportune moments. It was enough to make you wonder why you still carried the stupid thing around. “It’s okay,” you say soothingly to yourself. “Stay calm. You’re fine. People survived in New York City before cell phones existed. I’m sure you can find a way to navigate.”

Then again, the people navigating the streets now seemed like they all knew where they were going. They weren’t affected by the tall buildings and loud noises. They walked around with a bored, blasé affect to them. You assumed they were locals, which you definitely were not.

Time to do those deep breathing exercises you taught the students in your yoga classes. Breathe in. Now out. That’s right. There. Not so bad now, is it? Now if only I could figure out where I was going…

The streets seemed vast and endless, like an ocean of people and movement. Activity and noises. Your head started to hurt. So did your feet. And you could have sworn you’d already walked past this pizza joint twice. It was your first day in New York and you felt as lost as an itty bitty mouse in a big, bad labyrinth. You knew your new apartment was around here somewhere.

When your best friend from high school had invited you to the big city to start a yoga studio with her, you leapt at the opportunity to get out of your boring, small town and away from the memories of a painfully recent breakup. But now that you were here, you questioned whether you’d made the wrong decision. Clearly, you were in over your head.

“Hey, sweetie. You lost?” A guy smirks from where he’s stood, on the same street corner, for the past two hours watching you walk by again and again. He steps close to you and you move away instinctively.

“No,” You lie. “I just like to walk when I need to think.”

“’I think you’re lying to me.” He chuckles, following close behind you. Close enough that he’s able to reach his hands up and run his fingers through your hair. The contact sends a cold, terrifying chill down your spine and you instantly know you need to get away from this guy. Trying not to cause waves in the crowd, you pick up the pace to a brisk walk. Hoping beyond all hope that he takes the hint.

He doesn’t.

You speed up even more. So does he. Finally, you decide that you’d better bolt. He’s clearly intent on a chase.

Maybe I can lose him if I weave through the crowds and confuse him.

You reach another corner and turn the opposite direction of where you had the last time. He follows. By now, you’re downright sprinting.

Oh god, no. Why isn’t someone stopping this maniac?

Suddenly, you see a massive, grandiose building. Outside it are a group of police officers standing with their hands on their hips, discussing something rather animatedly with a man in a three-piece suit.

Police! Your mind cries with relief, darting toward them. Your stalker quickly understands exactly where you’re headed and bolts. The officers head back into the building, which you realize as you draw closer, is a courthouse. You follow, intending to report the incident that just occurred and possibly ask for a ride.

By the time you make it up the stairs, past the intimidating, mountainous columns, the officers are out of sight. Exhausted, you pant audibly, as you tread down the hall. It takes everything in you to ignore the dirty looks you’re getting from men and women striding through the hallway, dolled up in suits and ties. Lawyers, you assume.

“Excuse me.” You call to one. He walks past you without a single look.

“Hmph.” You frown. “Excuse me.” You call to a woman in a sharp-looking pantsuit. “Have you seen a group of police officers come through here?”

“Yeah, which one?” She scoffs, before she, too, click-clacks past you in her expensive-looking heels.

You try several more times, without any luck, to locate the group of officers. Or a security guard. Anyone who could make you feel safe. Hell, even getting someone to look you in the eye seemed near-impossible at this point. Everyone was too busy in their own world to care.

Your feet were practically comprised entirely of blisters at this point, and your legs, gelatin. Your chest ached from the rough, shallow breaths you’d taken while running. Feeling defeated, you thought about walking back toward the entrance of the courthouse. But what would you do when you got there? It’s not like you could just go back out onto the street when you knew that psychopath was out there. On top of all that, you were more lost than ever. And you needed a bathroom.

You roamed the halls searching for a public restroom, but all the doors you came across were locked. Peoples’ offices, you guessed. Maybe courtrooms. Who even knew anymore? Not like it mattered. An overwhelming sense of anxiety overcame you as you continued to walk on your throbbing, burning feet. Your phone was still dead. The halls were beginning to empty. What if you couldn’t find anyone to help you? And you still needed a bathroom.

Why did I ever want to come to this stupid place? You thought. It’s loud and there are people everywhere, and all the streets look the same. How did I think I could make it in a city like this? I’m so stupid. I just want to go home.

You feel a hot, painfully-stinging wetness rise in your eyes.

“I can’t do this.” You sob, clutching at your temples. You slump against a closed door, making a thump before sliding down to the ground. “I still have no idea how I’m getting home. That psychopath could be anywhere. What if I get lost again tomorrow and he finds me, and the second time, I’m not able to get away? I don’t want to get murdered.” You panic, your words becoming more and more loud and frantic.

“And I’m hungry. And I have no clue where I am, or what time it is. I can’t call for help. No one knows I’m in trouble. And I still—have—to peeeeeeee.” You gasp between sobs. It had been less than a day since you’d landed in New York, yet you’d never felt so lonely and afraid in your entire life. So small and insignificant.

Suddenly, the door unlatched and opened, swinging inward, sending you tumbling backward onto the floor behind you.

“Ouch. That huuuuurt.” You whine, feeling like a terrified toddler trapped in a fully grown body. As if you needed any more problems today.

“Hey.” Said a calm, even voice. “Did I hear you say you were lost?” You looked up and saw a handsome man standing above you in a crisp, white dress shirt with black suspenders and a navy, striped tie. You blinked a few times to make sure your eyes weren’t fooling you. He extended an arm and you took it, using it to steady yourself as you sat up, then stood. Your feet cried out in pain, but you ignored them. This man was the first person to express any kind of concern for you since you’d gotten here. You bit your lip to avoid tearing up again.

“Yes.” You say tentatively, feeling rather timid after your last interaction with a local man. 

“And you need a bathroom?” You blush, nodding in embarrassment. “Well, luckily for you, I know these halls like the back of my hand.” He smiles kindly, and the warmth reaches from the corners of his mouth to his tranquil, green eyes. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen anything more soothing. You feel your face grow hot with his gaze and you have to look away for a moment, or you feel like you’ll burst into flame.

“This way.” The man says. You return your line of sight to him and see the direction he’s indicating with an outstretched hand. As the two of you walk down the now-empty hallway, you can’t help but to try and steal quick glances at him. He looks so regal. So eloquent. And somehow, he gives off an inexplicable air of trustworthiness. Is it the warmth of his face? Something in the way he carries himself? Though it couldn’t be described, you felt it. Which is probably what prompted you to unload the story of how you’d come to be in the sad state he’d found you in.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” The man asks. A look of concern paints his features. You shook your head.

“I could tell he wanted to, though, so that’s why I ran.”

“I’m so sorry that this is your first impression of New York. I promise not all men here are predators.” He says, with a serious-but-warm expression. You smile gratefully and feel a sense of appreciation wash over you for this man.

“Here’s the bathroom.” He announces, motioning to a nearby door. You rush to the door, calling a ‘thank you’ to where he stood behind you.

Sweet relief! You think, as you wash your hands. The man’s smile dances through your mind again and you find your face feeling warmer. It seemed like fate that he would come along out of nowhere and rescue you. You pushed the door open to exit the restroom and saw the man, still standing in the hallway outside. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh as he bid the person on the other line goodbye.

I’d like to run my fingers through that hair. You think. But out loud, you say:

“Sorry, am I interrupting you at work?” He looks up at you from his phone’s screen and a smile pushes away the strained expression from a moment before.

“No, you’re alright,” he insists. “Is there someone I can call for you? Would you like to make a report of the incident?”

“No, no” you say, “you don’t have to drag the police down here for that. I’m fine. I don’t even know the guy’s name. And I barely got a look at his face.” His eyebrows raise. It seems like he’s heard that before.

“Well, you don’t have to drag them anywhere, they’re right here.” He motions toward the end of the hall, where three officers round the corner in a line, like an old-fashioned detective show. “And you’d be surprised how even the smallest details can solve cases. Especially with great detectives, like them.”

“You know them personally?”

“Unfortunately.” He scoffs humorously, tweaking a brow. He must be a lawyer. The three detectives stop a few feet down the hall from the two of you.

“Barba,” acknowledges an authoritative brunette, nodding to your new lawyer friend. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is…” He looks at you prompting eyes, realizing he never got around to asking your name.

“Y/N.” You finish.

“It’s her first day in New York.” The man named Barba smirks. The sight makes your heart flutter a bit.

“Oh, well, welcome. What are you doing in a courthouse on your first day in New York? I’m sure there are more exciting ways to spend it.” She laughs through a smile.

You start to explain the situation, and it’s not long before the detective insists you come down to the station to make a formal statement.

“We’ve had three similar complaints in the past month. Same description, same M.O. I think we’ve got a repeat offender.”

“And he’s getting more bold.” Says the tall, blonde male detective. After some cajoling, you agree to go down to the station and make a statement. On one condition.

“Can Mr. Barba come, too?” All three detectives raise their eyebrows—but not as high as Barba, himself. You feel compelled to explain, so you clear your throat and meet his eye. “It’s just, you’re the first person to care enough to look out for me here, and—I’d really feel more comfortable with you around.”

“Of course I’ll come with.” He smiles. “Just let me grab my things out of the conference room.”  

As you watch him walk away, New York City starts to feel a little less lonely and terrifying. You start to feel hopeful for your new life, and thankful for your new ally. And you also notice how amazing that new ally’s ass looks in his dress pants.

Yeah. I think I’ll like it here, after all.

[the-heart-alchemist]

RWBY Volume 6 Premiere Thoughts

-Did the Manticore seem smaller than the concept art that was shown and what was the other cool looking flying Grimm??

-Those huntsmen were cool while they lasted... RIP “D” or whatever his name was. Also sucks for the other guy’s arm (very surprised it didn’t get ripped off lol)

-Honestly I’ll miss Sun and Ilia a lot.

- “I feel like you’re letting her go.” “it was never about that!” OOOOOOOH

-REALLY LOVE THE PLAYFUL BANTER BETWEEN THE PARTNERS IN THIS FIGHT!

- AWWW RUBY IS TOO CUUUUTE AND BLESS REN FOR LOVING THE BEACH ❤️

-RUBY SUPPORTING HER BFF HELL YESSSS

-LOL THE SISTERS ARE SO GOOD

- is it really safe for Oscar to just have the Relic hanging out like that... lol

- aww look at this Team RWBY scene... they set up the bunk beds just like before *cries*

-OOOOOH BLAKE FEELS GUILTY ABOUT YANG’S ARM CJSOSHEIDHISWBEI

-AND YANG IS ALL LIKE “You don’t have to do that.” BUT SHE WANTS TO YANG! TALK THINGS OUT AHHH

-LOL White Rose wingmanning the Bees so hard I love it

- I SEE YOU COOL OLD LADY!

-ACTION TIIIIIIIIME

-OOOOH that other huntsman died fast...

-THIS TRAIN IS SO COOL WOW

-OMG THESE FIGHTING MOVES ARE SIIIIICK GO TEAM ATTACKS

-I’m a little sad there were no team callouts... but I still hold hope!

-dang that other huntsman dude got huuuuurt. He didn’t really listen tho...

-OHOHOOOO REN AMPLIFYING HIS SEMBLANCE THO NIIICE

-oooohhhh ruby is getting kinda snappy... almost a little angry... interesting

-YES MORE COOL FIGHTING!!!

-HOOOOOOLY SHIT GO YANG WOW SHE FREAKING UPPER CUT THAT THING!!

-A BEE COMBO ATTACK NIIICE AND ITS SO COOL

-DOUBLE SCYTHE DECPITATION AHHHHHH

-that fight was sooo bad ass!!! I loved it

-OOOH COOL OLD LADY IS BACCCCKKKK

-SUPER HYPED FOR NEXT WEEK ALREADY!

[archived-antolcgias]

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ Benny boy

SEND A ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ  10 WEEK THOUGHTS | BRING IT ON!

MONDAY NIGHT ;; [ pushing his weight against the faculty lounge door while a vampire rams it from the other side ] ‘ they have two fucking fridges in here— AAAAAHHHH,’ [ vampire arm burst through the wooden door ]

TUESDAY MORNING ;; [ opening own fridge while otty runs around in the background  ] ‘ still stupid that’d they have two fridges. ’‘ 

TUESDAY AFTERNOON ;; [ slammed onto the exercise mat while quinn details where he let himself be overpowered ] ‘ eeeeevery-thing huuuuurts, ‘ [ to the tune of r.e.m’s everybody hurts ].

THURSDAY NOON ;; [ aborted half-wave at quinn in the lunch line ] ‘ don’t be stupid, don’t be stupid, WAIT SHE’S WAVING, ‘ [ waves back and drops pudding cup into soup ]

FRIDAY NIGHT ;; [ washing out shampoo from his eye and blasting  chvrches from iphone ] ‘ but its not enouuuuuugh, na na na na na na na na naaaaaa, ‘ [  riley slams fist into door to shut him up; singing grows louder ]

SATURDAY MORNING ;; [ falling over-self after seeing quinn through the window in her pajamas ] ‘ bad thoughts bad thoughts bad thoughts… dead puppies, grandmas, really dead puppies, just hannibal-lecter level dead puppies, ‘ [ breathing heavy and hiding his shame under a pillow ]

SATURDAY EVENING ;; [ screaming at the television with his siblings ] ‘ ok, whatever, family is cool.. FUCK, ‘ [ slammed into the couch by otty ]

SUNDAY MORNING ;; [ quietly waiting for mr. fabray and ross sr. to finish talking ] ‘ oh, not in the lord’s house for gods sakes… bad thoughts badthoughtsbadthoughts, ‘ [ quinn smiles ] ‘ yeaaah, i’mfucked. ’

SUNDAY NIGHT ;; [ looking at his phone, thinking about hitting the ‘send’ button ] ‘ nope, don’t make it weird. ‘ [ turns ps4 on ]

MONDAY MORNING;; [ closing locker door ] ‘ oh, waving… and still walking… over… here, wait oH WAIT ‘ [ big smile ] “ happy oh-thank-god-we’re-still-alive morning, bud. ”

[4thealthofit]

Update

So long story short I made it to my 3 month check with my weight loss doc only to find out he was no longer with the practice. I was then deferred to another weight loss doc at another office and went a month without any meds or support.

Good news: despite a situation that should have caused me to gain weight (abrupt halt in phentermine plus a total abandonment of my weight loss doctor) I actually lost an additional 5 lbs in the month between the drop from the one doc and the appointment with the new one.

Bad news: this new doctor suuuucks. He hasn’t asked about family history, my medical history, or the eating disorder. When I brought it up he dismissed it all as not mattering. He completely tossed out the calorie counting plan made with my old doc in favor of a low carb Keto diet. I specifically said bread, rice, beans, potatoes not only make up a large part of the food we can afford, but the food I actually enjoy... none of that matters. It’s Keto or surgery. I tried it his way for two weeks and failed miserably. Slid back into eating disorder habits and pulled myself out and realigned on my original plan counting calories like the old doc had me doing. At the next appointment I had lost another 5 lbs (I’ve been a steady 5lbs/mo since I began) and asked the doc again if I could just do calorie counting... gave him all the reasons: money, food preferences, my busy schedule, the eating disorder... he still insisted Keto was best and calorie counting didn’t work. He said the 5 lbs a month wasn’t me, it was the meds. That was totally invalidating and I’m pretty sure I hate this asshole...

The other good news: I’ve lost another 4 lbs in the last 10 days since my weigh in with the asshole doctor. I was sick today so I had to go in for that and was pleasantly surprised. I haven’t been on phentermine for about 3 weeks because I had the stomach flu followed by a strep rash that was treated with antibiotics... I was scared about taking phen with that... and still I lost 4 lbs (and no it isn’t from the stomach bug, I never actually threw up... I just wished I could because my stomach huuuuurt). “Just the meds” my ass... I’m losing a steady 5 lbs a month with or without phen. I think it kickstarted the weight loss but I don’t think it is what is maintaining.

Aaaaanyways... gonna try to be more regular at posting again. Looking for a new weight loss doc that’s not an asshole so getting support and accountability here until I have a doctor again will help me.

SW: 365

CW: 338

GW: 180

[hexywitchgf]

@mautlyn tagged me in this thingy and I have nothing better to do so here we goooo Rules: Complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. When you finished tag 5 people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!! 1: Are you named after someone? uhh I have the same middle name as two of my aunts 2: When was the last time you cried? Uhh I think a few weeks ago when I was PMSing and watching a slightly sad movie 3: Do you like your handwriting? I mean I don't mind it, it's kinda hard for other ppl to read tho 4: What is your favourite lunch meat? Roast beeeeeeeeeef 5: Do you have kids? I have a dog, two cats and two rats and hopefully a new dog son soon. I am not a fan of human children 6: If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself? Uhh maybe. I think ppl have a hard time befriending me because I have a cold exterior and I'm an ambivert so I don't really like to hang out as long as some of my other pals. Idk 7: Do you use sarcasm? I use sarcasm so often and so deadpan that a lot of ppl don't pick up on it and just end up thinking I'm a huge asshole 8: Do you still have your tonsils? yes 9: Would you bungee jump? I guess so 10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? I don't eat a lot of cereal but when I do it's either Cap'n Crunch or frosted mini wheats 11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Lmao nope I rather go through the struggle of prying on my shoe every time than untying and retying 12: Do you think you’re a strong person? Uhh I mean I don't work out or anything so not really 13: What is your favourite ice cream flavour? Mooooose tracks. My fav ben and jerrys is probably phish food or milk and cookies 14: What is the first thing you notice about people? Idk dude. Who pays attention to that kinda stuff 15: Red or pink? Depends I guess. Need more context 16: What is your least favourite physical thing about yourself? During the summer my thighs chafe so freaking bad and it huuuuurts. I would like to have big thighs that do not cause me pain 17: What colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? Light wash jean shorts & black falling apart vans 18: What was the last thing you ate? burgers and macaroni salad 19: What are you listening to right now? Eddie snoring and the AC 20: If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Small potatoes 21: Favourite smell? Campfires or rain 22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Me mom 23: Favourite sport to watch? If I had to choose one I guess hockey 24: Hair colour? Auburn 25: Eye colour? green 26: Do you wear contacts? Ya when I'm not wearing glasses 27: Favourite food to eat? ice cream probably 28: Scary movies or comedy? comedy I guess. I haven't seen many scary movies that I've actually enjoyed 29: Last movie you watched? interview with a vampire 30: What colour of shirt are you wearing? Yellow and white striped t shirt with an embroidered green palm tree 31: Summer or winter? summer, winter is depressing 32: Hugs or kisses? If you are not my SO don't kiss me ever and I am not a fan of hugs but I'll give goodbye hugs 33: What book are you currently reading? none 34: Who do you miss right now? My mom a lil bit 35: What is on your mouse pad? I haven't owned a mouse pad since the early 2000's but back then I think it was like this jungle looking scenery with lots of foliage 36: What is the last TV program you watched? Uhhhhhhhhhhh I'm gonna say twin peaks. Although Eddie put master of none on the other day to fall asleep to 37: What is the best sound? THUNDER! RAIN! 38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles? rolling stoooooones 39: What is the furthest you have ever traveled? Went to Mexico a couple times 40: Do you have a special talent? Honestly no I'm a talentless hack 41: Where were you born? In a hospital. Shockingly @spookydokey @cabilly64 @frootaloopez @jay--savage @almingo sorry guys

[sickdaysofficial]

Sickdays #3: Snowed in

Fandom: My OCs

Characters: Asher, Felix, Lucas, and David

A/N: all my posts this week come with an illustration. All the illustrations will also be posted separately on my blog so they’re easier to find.

A/N 2: so I’m using this prompt to fulfill several asks I’ve gotten on my blog. They are the following: Anonymous said: Would love a sick Lucas with Asher doing his best to look after him? Anonymous said: Me: *packs up thirst for appendicitis fics and the di roma brothers in a box**places on you doorstep**runs away* Anonymous said: One word: appendicitis.

The door of the Di Roma house had been flying open and closed all morning. The three younger brothers, Lucas, Felix, and Asher, had been playing in the snow on and off since a bit after sunrise. They didn’t always live in places that got snow, and often when they did, various extenuating circumstances (ASHER) prevented them from having time to enjoy it, so they were savoring it now. However, as it got to be about noon, the weather took a bitter turn for the worst, and their oldest brother, David, called them all inside before they could freeze.

Gathering around the kitchen table, the boys munched on the huge pile of chicken nuggets David had heated up while his siblings were outside. Having been running around playing all morning, they were all pretty hungry, except for Lucas, who seemed intensely disinterested with his food.

“You okay, Luke?” David asked.

The blond boy shrugged, blinking some snowflakes out of his thick lashes. “I dunno. My stomach is kinda aching… I’m just not really hungry.”

David frowned a bit. “Maybe you should lie down.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Lucas shed his cold-resistant outer layers, trading them for a fluffy blanket and curling up on the couch. He picked up the TV remote and went about picking a trilogy of movies to occupy himself. As they finished eating, the younger boys joined Lucas in the living room, and David made a huge bowl of popcorn before coming to sit with them.

They were halfway through the first film when Lucas started complaining. “Ugh… my stomach really hurts.” He whined.

Asher seemed worried but had no solutions to offer. Felix looked apprehensive. David was the only one being useful. “I’ll go get painkillers.”

He got up and walked off down the hall, returning with water and pills for Lucas. The younger boy gave a small grateful smile and downed both before going back to watching the movie.

A few minutes later, the curly-haired blond started to really stir, clutching at his stomach and looking intensely uncomfortable. David paused the movie this time.

“You doing alright over there?”

The younger boy shook his head. “My stomach still hurts, and I’m starting to feel sick…”

On that note, Felix climbed to his feet and vanished down the hall, wanting no part of any of this. David sighed and tried to think.

“I’ll get you some ginger ale. Try and give a little warning if you think you’re gonna hurl, alright?”

Lucas nodded quietly. “Alright.”

As he got up, David glared out the window, where snow and wind were audibly assaulting the glass. “Shit, man. I hope we don’t need toilet paper or anything. That weather looks like fucking murder.” He grumbled, retrieving a ginger ale from the fridge. He cracked the can open and handed it to Lucas.

Giving a small smile, the blond boy sipped at the soda. It seemed to help a little, or at the very least, reduce his complaining. The movie continued on in silence

As the credits began to roll, David glanced out the window again. “Jesus fucking shit that’s a lot of snow… wait. Shit. It better not… oh fuck.” The eldest brother jumped to his feet and went to the front door. He swung it open just to find the screen door barricaded shut by four feet of still-growing snow.

“Fuck.”

“What’s the matter?” Lucas frowned. He attempted to sit up, but grimaced and laid back down, wrapping his arms around his aching abdomen.

“We’re snowed in.” There was an edge of horror in David’s voice. He was intensely claustrophobic, and though the house wasn’t that tiny, the idea of being completely trapped was freaking him out a little.

“Oh…” Lucas didn’t seem thrilled.

“Fuck.” Asher scowled.

David gave a shaky sigh. “Let’s… let’s not freak out yet, okay? We can still… still have a good night. We’ve got two more movies to watch. Let’s do it.”

The two blond brothers seemed skeptical but didn’t object. To their surprise, David’s plan worked out… for all of twenty minutes. At that point, Lucas started squirming uncomfortably, and after a minute piped up, his voice slightly strained.

“Davey? I feel real… urgh… really queasy.”

David, who was already on edge, now looked notably more anxious. He frowned a little, looking around for something Lucas could be sick into. Asher nudged him, holding out the empty popcorn bowl as a suggestion. It was plenty big enough, and not holding anything anymore. David gave a terse nod and set the bowl next to Lucas.

“Good idea. Thanks, Ash.”

“Mmhm.” Asher nodded, seemingly preoccupied by concern for Lucas.

The older of the two blonds was looking increasingly ill, clutching his miserable belly and looking warily at the empty bowl sitting in front of him. His stomach turned, sending a surge of undigested food up his esophagus. For a minute he thought he might be able to swallow it back down and relax. A second heave proved him intensely wrong, and he leaned over the bowl just in time for a mess of vomit to splatter into the bottom.

Frowning in concern, David moved closer to keep an eye on Lucas. The younger boy gagged and heaved a few more times, bringing up a bit more sick before laying back on the couch with a whimper.

“Daveyyyy…. my stomach really huuuuurts….” He whined.

“I know. I’m sorry, Luke.” David sat by Lucas, brushing the younger boy’s hair out of his face. Upon feeling how hot his brother’s forehead was, David’s frown deepened. “Shit… kid, you’re really sick.”

Lucas whimpered again, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. “Well, w-what do we do?”

“I… I don’t know. Normally I’d take you to the doctor, but we’re snowed in and even if the snow in the doorway could be moved the roads would probably be undriveable and if by some miracle we got to the clinic at this hour, would there even be anyone there?” David trailed off as his breathing grew more uneven and panicked. He was shaking violently and looked scared half to death. Lucas frowned, gently rubbing his brother’s arm to try and soothe him.

“Hey, it… it’ll be okay. I can wait. Don’t freak out.” The younger boy ventured timidly.

“Don’t freak out? Why are you not freaking out?! You’re sick as fuck, and it’ll be hours or maybe even days before we can take you to a doctor and we’re fucking trapped in here and we’re gonna fucking die!”

“Hey!” Asher slapped David upside the head, annoyed because the eldest boy’s panicking was just scaring Lucas more. “If you’re gonna be a useless bitch, go whine in your room.” He roughly shoved David down the hall, completely done with his brother’s bullshit. Returning to the living room, Asher took a seat next to Lucas, patting the older boy’s shoulder. “Hey, It’s gonna be okay. Just ignore David, he’s an idiot.”

Lucas sniffled and nodded faintly. “Ash…. I’m scared.”

“I know.” Asher’s hand moved in gentle circles over his older brother’s back. “It’s okay, though. We’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Though he didn’t seem entirely convinced, Lucas gave a tiny nod, snuggling closer to Asher with a nervous whine. Asher continued to rub the older boy’s back, after a moment asking, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t know… I don’t think taking more medicine will do much good… my stomach hurts really bad, though.”

Asher frowned, trying to think what he might be able to offer. “I could rub your stomach?” He suggested tentatively.

Lucas shook his head. “Too sore.”

“Get you a glass of water?”

“Sure, I guess.”

The younger boy quickly scuttled off to find a cup. His brain was so scattered by anxiety that it took a while, but he eventually grabbed a glass and returned to Lucas with cool water. Upon handing it to his brother, he picked up the popcorn bowl. “I’m gonna go clean this out.” Though he had to ignore the smell to keep from being sick himself, Asher returned after a bit with a relatively clean bowl. He set it down back next to Lucas and turned the movie back on in hopes of distracting the older boy.

To Asher’s relief, Lucas slowly started to settle down, cuddling against him and seeming relatively calm for now. Their peace lasted for perhaps forty or so minutes, before Lucas curled in on himself with a whimper. His stomach was cramping and churning, and a hiccup slipped past his lips, causing him to clutch at his belly.

“Oh god, that really hurts.”

Asher looked anxious. “A… are you okay? What should I do? Do you need something?”

“B… bowl.” Lucas stammered, clamping a hand over his mouth.

Asher frowned but nodded, holding the bowl up just in time for the older boy to be sick into it. Lucas gagged, bringing up a mess of thin, watery vomit. He didn’t even seem to register his brother nervously rubbing his back as a deep burp brought up another wave of bitter sick.

“Oh god…” He whimpered, clutching at the bowl to keep it steady.

It took several more painful heaves for his stomach to empty. He gagged over the bowl a while after that, the smell making his nausea worse despite there being nothing left to throw up. Asher continued to pat and rub his back, not sure what else to do. When Lucas was done, the younger boy shuffled off to empty out the bowl again, looking more anxious than ever.

“Do… do you think you can drink a little water?” Asher asked.

Lucas didn’t look excited, but he gave a hesitant “I can try…” His gold eyes were still glistening with tears from the last round of vomiting, and his arms were wrapped around his aching belly.

Asher held the glass of water up to his trembling brother’s lips, and the older blond took a few tentative sips. He managed to down about a quarter of the glass before his stomach cramped with a displeased gurgle. Without any further warning, the water surged back up his throat and past his lips, and he barely leaned over the bowl in time to get half of it in there.

“Shit.” Asher cursed under his breath, going back to trying to soothe Lucas. He could feel the heat radiating off his brother even through his shirt, and frowned a little. Lucas retched painfully, bringing up little more than a mouthful of watery bile. His face was whiter than a ghost, and glistening with sweat and tears. A few dry heaves wracked his aching stomach before it finally settled again.

Once the older boy was finally finished, Asher simply set the bowl aside, not wanting to leave Lucas’s side again just yet. “We really need to try and get your fever down…” He remarked quietly. Lucas just gave a faint nod. After a moment’s thought, Asher came up with an idea, climbing to his feet and heading for the bathroom “I’ll be right back.”

The tiny blond returned a few minutes later with several cool damp washcloths. “This should help.” Asher used the first one to gently clean off Lucas’s face, wiping away the sweat and residual vomit. He also dabbed at the spot on the couch, grateful that it was mostly water. Then he brushed Lucas’s loose blond curls aside, setting the second washcloth on his forehead. The third was wrapped gently around the back of the neck. Lucas sighed softly, somewhat soothed by the cool touch.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?” Asher asked nervously.

“Lay with me.” Lucas held out his arms for cuddles.

Without hesitation, the smaller boy climbed under the blanket, snuggling up against his older brother. He was shaking faintly from nerves, but figured Lucas would be too sick to notice. The curly-haired boy was completely aware, but didn’t want to bother Asher with the observation, instead just hugging his little brother as tightly as he could.

In the familiar embrace of his favorite brother, Asher found himself relaxing. Exhausted from a stressful day, his eyelids started to droop. Despite his desire to stay up and keep an eye on Lucas, his body was betraying him, and he started to drift off. He tried to sit up to wake himself, only to hear soft snoring. Lucas was already asleep, trapping Asher in his grasp. The younger boy sighed. All he could do now was sleep, so he closed his eyes, praying the weather would clear up before they woke.

[8-6-17]

i’ve been down the past week. i think it’s about the blm situation and george floyd, these protests have been long-awaited, and they’re doing so much, but they hurt. i know as a non-black person i can’t make this about me amd i’m not trying to, but it’s just opened up so many discussions about covert (and sometimes even overt) racism and now that i’m older and have been able to reflect on the past and think about things and i just hate it. i hate things so much. i hate what we as poc have to go through so much. i hate that i got off ‘easy’, i’m just brown, the systematic ostracisation black people face is horrific. i’ve always known it, this movement hasn’t changed me at all, but it’s a lot you know? all the graphic videos and the opinions and fuck lib i still have racist friends that i had to drop over this, what’s wrong with people? it’s so stupid that i’m venting to a white girl who’s never going to see this but i don’t know. you’ve always understood these things. always let me speak when i needed to speak. i think you’re an old soul, a pretty one, not a slave owner. were french people slave owners? probably it’s all caucasian isn’t it. i’m not going to thank you for not being racist because i’ve learnt that poc should not have to do that, we don’t owe white people anything, nevermind our basic human rights, but thank you for not being like the others. even with your dad’s mentalities and stuff. i know he doesn’t like people like me. brown and gay huh? it’s mad thinking i ever had a chance, looking back. i’m getting better by the way, it was just a bad week, a lot of pent up things coming out. not sure who i’m consoling it’s just me here, but yeah dear me we’re getting through it. wish you were here to go yell at that white boy for me, i was shaking the whole conversation adn it was on TEXT. i feel so weak sometimes. anyways there’s my little vent done. well not really. i have a plnaned vent coming up which is just gonna be an essay about how ‘all lives matter’ is racist within itself and reverse racism doesn’t exist. just writing it so that if i have to deal w another fuckin white supremacist in the future i can link them my sexy eloquently put essay with quotes and historical references and peace out w a clear state of mind uno? this is seriously a diary entry at this point yes we know ur gonna do that babe. anyways my hot water bottle is lost n my uterus huuuuurts so i’m gonna wikihow to make a makeshift hot water bottle. my friend said something ab a sack of rice.