#..... just in case considering my tags lmao

[skrimbloz]

THE QUIET ONE ☠️🕸️

I AM SO PROUD OF THIS AHHHHHHH

I decided I wanted to have a go at using procreate’s symmetry tool and it was SO fun

Her silhouette is meant to look like a spider with her headband being the fangs and hair strands being the legs!! I also think it looks like a heart too which is pretty neat :D

This took me AGESSS because I kept changing the colour pallette and background, I love how it turned out though and the only thing I would change is that it’s kinda hard to see her bowing pose bc of all the dark colours 😭😭

I LOVE associating spiders with Harumi which is pretty ironic considering i’m arachnophobic 💀

I don’t think it’s used that much in the show other than the like spider they used to bug the bounty but I have chosen to RUN with it

[14dayswithyou]

Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol

⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^

"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.

You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!

Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!

"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[kyoupann]

Bestie send help I've fallen for the millitary propaganda anime 😭

[monsterfuckermilligan]

Thoughts on Sam x Jack

personally not into winkline, like people can ship what they want it’s just not for me. kinda like dean and amara. (NOTE: my blog is anti anti and proshipper safe bc i’ve been in fandom since 2012 and know how media works. idk what the obsession with everyone being the fandom police about ships or literary themes as of late, but i think it’s related to the concept of equating media consumption to morality. like in the same vein as “video games make people violent ” or “true crime fans wish they could” and etc and i’m anti censorship bc just bc i think something is icky doesn’t mean it’s morally apprehensible and shouldn’t exist or that people should be harassed/doxxed/etc or laws should exist that only allow “good media” because it’s a slippery slope) i think mostly in sam/jack’s case it’s because in that context (and in general) sam is often looked at as jack’s mother figure when he’s…not. now if, let’s say…time travel and jack goes back to meet early seasons sam? might get cancelled but that would be … so juicy. like the concept. do u see my vision. but my unpopular opinion that there there is more substance to dean/jack. maybe im remembering the show wrong but after s13 sam and jack just don’t interact that much? i blame the writers for that but we got optimism that was a jack + dean hunting episode and we got dean taking him out to do stuff when he was dying. i don’t remember an episode that was jack + sam centric which makes me wish we had one. sigh. this kind of went off on a tangent lol but these r non linear my thoughts haha

[juliet-ohara]

im lowkey so annoyed charles said he’d want to have a conversation w elon musk on that podcast. like i’m obvi not looking to charles as my main political source lol and i do believe he meant it in a completely unaware surface level ~tech billionaire entrepreneur~ kind of way bc he’s interested in those types of figures/that’s how he explained it on the pod but still sucks to hear. i don’t think this one-off hypothetical automatically means charles has bad politics i think he just prob lives in his celebrity bubble and doesn’t see all the shit musk stands for beyond his like business creds ig but still … he could’ve literally said anyone else

[ynneleac]

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[peninkwrites]

Lines Drawn in Sand & Concrete - Ch 5 of ?

Sam asks Ponk on a date. Ponk files a restraining order.

[CW: references past violence]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 4

Ch 6

Mafia AU

~ Ponk & Sam ~

Ponk wants Sam to get out of their city, they want him to beg for forgiveness and then go jump in the river, they hate that man and they are forced to think of him every time their arm twinges or aches.  They also miss him so bad sometimes it feels like they could die from the pain of it.  They’ve been homesick for months and they know all that longing will only lead to a place they don’t deserve to go, but they still want to go home.

All this turmoil makes it all the more painful that they keep fucking running into him.  It’s a big city.  It shouldn’t be this hard to avoid him.  For ten years, they’ve gone to the same restaurants, parks, grocery stores, record shops, the same fucking walk along the river albeit Ponk no longer has a dog to necessitate it, but Ponk is utterly convinced it is Sam’s job to give these things up, to stay away.  At the very least he could have the fucking self respect to not look wounded at the sight of them or worse, try to talk to them.

Of course, that would imply that Ponk didn’t talk back.  That they didn’t on more than one occasion seek him out first.  That’s what that piercing pain of longing does, they suppose.  Despite the harm, they still feel drawn in like the man has some spell on them.

Some run ins it’s easier to avoid him, but others it’s like the universe itself is trying to wound both of them by dragging them closer together.

This time, it’s Fran.

Ponk is walking back to Eret’s place after doing a grocery run, paper bag held in their right arm, when a blur of white suddenly bolts under their feet.

“Oh, shit!” Ponk stumbles, the bag hitting the pavement and its contents now rolling out of their reach, they just barely manage to catch their footing and not hit the ground alongside it.  Ponk, once steadied, crouches down to gather their things when instead they are nose to nose with a familiar fluffy face.  “Oh, hey, Fran,” Ponk scratches behind her ear, she tries to delightedly lick their face but they lean away with a laugh.

“Sorry about that.”  Sam is, of course, close behind.  He leans down and begins to gather produce, pulling over their grocery bag to return its contents.

“I can pick things up just fine, thank you very much,” they quickly snatch it back and pretend not to notice how wounded it makes Sam look.

“I know, it’s just my fault she… look, I just want to help,” Sam says.

“Yeah, well, you’re supposed to be on a crutch, so, maybe you shouldn’t be crawling around trying to steal my lemons,” Ponk says irritably.

Sam dares to sound offended, “I wasn’t trying to steal–”

“Obviously I know that, Sam!” Ponk snaps.  “Thought you knew better than to let Fran off her leash by now.”

“She wasn’t off her leash, she just pulled free because she saw you,” Sam mutters.  “She misses you.”

Ponk doesn’t have a reply to that other than an ache in their chest, returning the last of their groceries and struggling to put it back in the crook of their right arm.

“Here,” Sam picks it up, taking it from them and giving them a chance to stand before he returns it.

Ponk grabs it quickly, irritated at how necessary Sam’s help had felt, even just for a moment.

“So, one of Eret’s little servants couldn’t have helped you?  Or her driver or something?” Sam keeps talking like this is in any way a conversation.

“Eret doesn’t have servants,” Ponk snaps.  “She has aids because she can’t actually see?   And no, I said I wanted to get things on my own.  I can do that, can’t I?  Not gonna arrest me for that too, are you?”  Ponk turns away, finding their path blocked by Fran.  They try to nudge past her.

“Ponk…”

“Stop doing that!” Ponk had started to walk away, but Sam daring to say their name like that has them sharply turning around.

Sam looks startled, taking a step back, Fran now pacing between them.  “Doing what?”

“You know what!” Ponk snaps.  They don’t know how to explain it, nor why they’re still standing here, glaring at Sam like it doesn’t hurt that Sam had helped them with something, no matter how small.  It felt too close to a past Sam had killed.

Sam smiles a little helplessly, hesitating.

“What, Sam?”

Sam grimaces like he knows this won’t go over well, but he says it anyway.  “Y’know, you’re still cute when you’re angry.”

Sam’s audacity doesn’t give them enough anger to walk away, it gives them something else instead, a way to name what it means for Sam to still talk to them like that.   “You’re talking like we’re still anything to each other.”

Sam looks genuinely puzzled, that same stupid kicked puppy expression that used to make Ponk weak, that still makes them a little weak.  “Aren’t we?”

“You’re nothing, Sam,” Ponk lies.  “You’re just nothing.”

Sam nods, maybe offended, but not enough to stop trying.  “Do you think you’ll ever come home?  Hurting me or not, betraying my trust or not, would you?” Sam proceeds recklessly.

“I’ve hurt you?!” Ponk laughs incredulously.  “Right, right, sure!  Like that makes sense!  And I was the one that left, Sam.  I wasn’t waiting for a… for an invitation!  And certainly not from you.”

“Well, yeah, but you left because you assumed you couldn’t stay–”

“Oi!  You’re the one assuming!” Ponk takes a step closer, a foot shorter than Sam but they refuse to cower away.  Sam isn’t a cop anymore.  If he hurts them, there will be consequences.  “I left because I didn’t want you, Sam.  Not after what you did.”

Sam still stays so calm, like they’re the irrational one, only ever looking hurt.  “Is that true?  Really?”  Sam’s anger is always so muted, even when he hurt them.  It’s so unfair.

“Why wouldn’t it be?!” Ponk knows that’s not actually a no, but part of them hesitates.

Sam steps closer too, until they’re inches apart.  “Because you could’ve left by now, Ponk.  But you’re still here.”

“I hate you,” it’s impulsive, it feels childish just like the tremor in their voice but they can’t stop it.

“That’s okay.”

“It’s okay?!” If Ponk keeps talking, if Ponk remains defensive, it means they control the hurt Sam causes.  Another lie.  “None of this is okay, Sam.”  Even as they say that, out of the corner of their eye they see Sam reach up as if to cup their cheek, but he pulls back right before.  Ponk is glad, because they think they probably would’ve let him.

“You can hate me, that doesn’t mean I hate you.  Even after everything you took from me,” Sam says, still more disdain than aggression.  “Maybe I should hate you, Ponk.  You’re selfish.”

“I’m selfish?!  You’re a bad person, Sam.  I’m not gonna let you have power over people ever again.  Maybe I did it for me, but I sleep better at night knowing you can’t–” Ponk gets choked up, the pain still lingers too raw, an open wound, and even worse that they still want Sam to be the one to make it hurt less.  “You can’t hurt anybody like you did me ever again.”

“I knew it was you–” Sam presses an accusing finger into their chest, they stumble back.  “I knew it.  You had to take one more thing from me, huh?!  What, you had some of your mob buddies plant stuff in the apartment?  You didn’t get even when they attacked me?”

“I told you that wasn’t me!” Ponk’s courage returns as they’re quick to defend themself.  “I’m not like you, Sam.  I’m not gonna just hurt you.  Even now.”

“Really?  Even now?” Sam asks sharply, like he doesn’t quite believe them.

“Even now,” Ponk repeats firmly.  “I don’t want you hurt, Sam.  Maybe I wish I could change that, but I can’t.”

Sam doesn’t even seem to be listening anymore, cogs turning, staring at them with a dangerous wistfulness rising too fast.

“Sam? Are you even listening to me right now?”

“Do you wanna go get coffee or something?”

“Do I what?” Ponk takes a step back, somehow this offer more threatening than not.

“We could… we could try all this again.  Go on a date, like normal people do.  We didn’t exactly have a normal first date, did we?”  He laughs and waits for them to reply.  They don’t.  “I’m not asking for an apology or for you to just move back in like nothing happened, but you clearly want me in your life, and I want you, and–” he gestures down to the malamute between them, “and Fran wants you back too!  So, why not, right?”

Ponk should snap back, offer an unforgiving retort, a reminder of every reason why this cannot happen again, but they don’t.  They stare up at him and there are ten years weighing on their shoulders.  Maybe they should try.  Something, anything.  Ponk’s good arm is occupied, so it is the one fresh out of a sling which reaches forward, grabbing onto the hoodie strings and pulling Sam down to their height.  Kissing him feels different now, but Sam reciprocates, surprised and then earnest.  Once more, Ponk’s groceries hit the pavement, their hands instead reaching up to cup Sam’s cheeks, his stubble familiar underneath their fingertips.

Sam’s arms around them snap them out of it.  It doesn’t remind them of Sam’s bear hugs, or an arm around their shoulder to keep them warm, or a hundred movie nights curled up on the couch together, it reminds them of Sam not letting them leave, of a vice-like grip on their wrist, holding them against the wall, and how Ponk didn’t think Sam would hurt them until he finally did.  Ponk shoves him back.

“No!  No, I’m not doing this again!” Ponk shakes their head sharply.  “It’s not fair, Sam!”

Sam laughs a little incredulously.  “I’m pretty sure you kissed me, Ponk.”

“And, well.  That was a mistake!” Ponk snaps.  “Fuck, Sam!  You just get my head spinning, don’t you?”

Sam is still smiling, still cheeky and lighthearted like this is going his way.  “Do I?”

“I’m not flirting with you, stupid!  I’m telling you that you– You fucked up!  You fucked me up!  And I want it to stop!”  Ponk doesn’t know how they can lose Sam again, but they feel like they need to find a way to.  “You cannot keep showing up to talk to me.”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” Sam pouts, still too lighthearted, still not taking them seriously.  “You talk to me first sometimes!”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t,” Ponk takes another step back.  “I shouldn’t.  And I’m scared that if you asked me to go home with you right now, I’d actually say yes.”

Sam’s response is too immediate, too eager.  “Come home with me.”  Sam reaches out to take their hand but Ponk yanks away.  They should have known Sam would say that; it hurts either way.

“You’re a terrible person!  Did you not hear the part where I said I was scared?” Ponk backs further away, wishing their grief didn’t radiate from their voice.  “I want you, and that means I want you gone, alright?  And you’re not just gonna up and leave, are you?  You’re gonna stay in this city until it kills you, aren’t you?” They say it like an accusation and this time Sam’s face falls and he has no reply.  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Ponk continues.  “That’s what I thought.”  Ponk turns to leave, going to grab their groceries, but they stop abruptly when Sam grabs their arm.

“Ponk, please–”

Ponk stumbles back, yanking free.  “Don’t touch me!”  Fear still too fresh, the act of Sam holding on too familiar, it again makes them think of sharp pain, of Sam pinning them to the wall, of Sam dragging them out of their home bruised and stunned, of Sam no longer viewing them as a person.

“Ponk,” Sam does it again, he says their name like it’s somehow an apology.  He takes a step forward.

“Just stay away from me!” Ponk shouts at him, far more panicked than angry now.  It’s beginning to garner looks from others walking this street, but at least the onlookers are looking at Sam like he’s the risk, like he’s the problem.  Maybe that’s what deters Sam from following more than Ponk’s words.  He hadn’t listened to them last time.  Ponk turns and leaves as their eyes begin to sting.  They refuse to let Sam see any more of their tears.  They don’t go back for their groceries, they don’t look back, and they pretend that kissing Sam hadn’t felt like it fixed something inside of them.

They need to find a way to cut Sam away from them.  That man cannot remain a tumor on their life, however much they want to keep him.  Ponk still feels homesick.  They’re afraid it won’t ever stop.

~

Sam’s new job is a good distraction.  He needs a distraction nowadays.  The only other thing going on in his life at present is surreal and bemusing to him.  The paperwork had arrived yesterday.  Ponk is filing for a restraining order.

Sam focuses on his job.  Quackity is such an agitated wreck it’s hard not to want to help him, despite their messier history.  Sam follows him, guards him, even occasionally offering input that Quackity either responds badly to or grudgingly with tolerance.  In his personal life, Sam had assumed running into Ponk might be an issue.  He hadn’t realized it would be a concern at his workplace.  It was a meeting with two of their major investors.  That was all Quackity had said.

Sam stops in his tracks at the sight of Ponk sitting between Eret and Captain Puffy.

“What?  What’re you doing?  Are you really gonna flip your shit over seeing your ex?  What are you, twelve?” Quackity says dryly when he sees him paused.

“No.  It’s fine,” Sam says stiffly.  They hadn’t yet had their day in court, and nothing in the paperwork mentioned a temporary order until the hearing.  Sam, for now, has every right to be in this room.  From the way Ponk, and honestly Captain Puffy as well, are staring at him, it doesn’t feel like that’s true.

“Hi, Captain, Mr. King, nice to see you both,” Quackity gives them both a nod.  “Nice to see you as well, Ponk.”  He sits across from them.  “Oh, um, I’m also here with my current head of security, who you all know.  Sam, sit.” Quackity announces Sam’s presence largely for Eret’s benefit when Sam didn’t announce himself, but there’s surely also some benefit Quackity finds in giving Sam an order and watching him listen.

“Nice to see you, Sam,” Puffy says cordially like their last interaction didn’t involve his old mentor coming at him with a baseball bat.

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same,” Eret says with a smile.  “You know, because of the whole seeing part,” she laughs.  “And you’re a terrible man.  That too.”

Quackity laughs a little too sharply.  “Is his presence going to be a problem here?  I can have him wait outside.”

“Not right now, no, but… well, there are going to be more meetings like this, are there not?” Ponk finally speaks up.  

“Uh, yeah, ideally.  My investors get input in this process, of course,” Quackity gives them an amicable nod.

“I’m in the process of getting a restraining order from your head of security,” Ponk says the title mockingly.  “So, in the future it might be a problem.”

Ponk just outright says it.  It’s humiliating.  Especially when instead of taking issue with Ponk for mentioning it, considering they’re not even actually an investor, Quackity turns to him.

“What the fuck did you do?  Or, I’m sorry, what the fuck did you continue to do?” Quackity snaps.

“Nothing!  Genuinely nothing.  Ponk and I have… we’ve run into each other a few times,” Sam realizes it’s not a strong defense.

Quackity sighs, a headache forming.  “Look, Ponk, I don’t want you to have to sit in a room with him if it’ll make you uncomfortable.  And I’m sorry if this comes off as rude, but could I ask why you’re here with Eret?  Is it essential?”

“I’m afraid so, Quackity.  Considering you’ve briefly stolen Foolish from me, and HBomb’s primary position is as my driver and therefore dealing with other errands for me, Ponk is here as my eyes.  Of course, if Ponk doesn’t want to be here, considering, I wouldn’t hold it against them.”

“Quackity, do you have other security to back you instead of him, maybe?  Just like, for these meetings?” Puffy offers her two cents.

“Nope!” Quackity smiles too wide, clearly irritable.  “At the moment, I do not.  I just have him,” Quackity refers to Sam like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“Oof, buddy, that’s not a good move even without this whole deal,” Puffy winces on his behalf.  “You gotta hire more dudes.”

“I’m aware,” Quackity sighs.  “Okay, fine.  Ponk, are you okay with him sitting in for this meeting?  If not, it’s fine and he can definitely wait outside.  And… as for going forward, considering how involved you all will be… I’ll add finding more security to my to-do list.”

“I don’t care if he’s here for this meeting, but thanks, Quackity,” Ponk says.  “And like, in the future if this goes through, I should be allowed to approach him, so, he doesn’t have to like, leave the building or anything.  But I’d prefer if after this he’s not in here.”

“Got it.  Fair enough, man,” Quackity lets out another heavy sigh, but he doesn’t critique Ponk’s choice at all.  “Right, let’s get down to business, shall we?  We’re in the final stretch before the opening.”

Sam hates that they’re all talking about him like he’s a bad dog that needs put out in the yard, but nonetheless, he keeps his silence as the meeting proceeds.  He can’t stop himself from glancing over at Ponk, and once or twice, Sam thinks they were looking back, but they’re quick to look away.

Sam never thought he’d be on the other side of a court room to Ponk, but nonetheless he had his summons.  He wishes he were just angry with Ponk, that he could let them go, but the truth of it is he’s still waiting for things to go back to the way they were.  It’s becoming more and more apparent that that’s not going to happen.

Maybe he thought it would sink in by now.  It didn’t when he just read over the paperwork sent to him, Ponk’s list of reasons especially hard to take, and it hasn’t truly sunk in even now in front of a Judge.  At least it was a somewhat private affair.  Neither of them brought lawyers, instead it was just the two of them in a room with the Judge refusing to look at each other.  From the list Ponk had given of reasons, Sam already knows he’s doomed.  He’s not even sure why he’s resisting at this point.  This part was mere formality, it still hurt to hear Ponk say their piece.

“This guy broke my arm when I tried to leave.”

“I was arresting them!”

“And he is now a disgraced ex-cop accused of doing the very thing he tried to frame me for!  Look and see, all charges against me were dropped, and he’s lucky not to serve jail time!”

“All of this was– It was already dealt with, and–”

“Mr. Warden, please don’t interrupt.”

“Thank you, your honor,” Ponk still refuses to look at him.  “Even if the… the harm, hasn’t continued on the scale it was then, I think it would be best for both of us if there was incentive for us to never see each other again.  And if I’m being honest, I don’t think me just telling him to leave me alone would work.”

The Judge glances between the two of them before scanning the paperwork.  “We normally only prioritize this kind of action in more extreme cases of stalking, but the evidence and reasoning you’ve submitted clearly indicates a threat.  We’ll approve the restraining order.  Taking effect immediately.  Mr. Warden, you are not to go within 500 feet of Ponk London.  You will not approach them, you will not talk to them.  If you break this order, you will serve jail time of up to six months or face a $200 fine.  Do you understand this?”

“Yes, your honor,” Sam is staring at Ponk.  He wants them to look back at him, but they don’t.

“Good.  You will wait here, and once they leave the premises, you will be allowed to also leave…”  The Judge keeps talking, but Sam doesn’t really hear it.  He’s still looking at Ponk, waiting for them to turn back, but they don’t.  They’re leaving.

The Judge’s past words are swimming in the background of Sam’s mind.  Clearly indicates a threat.  Sam had his reasons, he did.  He’s starting to wonder if he was wrong.  Ponk leaves and they don’t look back, not once.  Everything Sam has done, it’s been for the right reasons.  It has to have been for the right reasons.  He doesn’t think his righteousness is worth this cost.

Sam doesn’t think he can bury himself in his work any deeper, but he’ll certainly try.  Las Nevadas opens in nine days.

[transgendercastiel]

Hi i added tags to your post but if u want me to delete the rb u can let me know. Much love 💕

no actually I thought it was really insightful and made me re-examine some of my thoughts about Sam in general /gen so no issues! It’s very nice of you to check though thank you

[todayisafridaynight]

Ok but Jiro splurging and getting Ichi a little pocket guide to local bugs ;o; He’d carry it everywhere as a kid and it’d get so bent and dirty but he learns so much. Bringing home bugs to his dad in his lil wire bug trap and rattling off bug facts while some of the girls are screaming for him to take it outside (cute lil Ichi being the one who handles bugs for some of the girls at Shangri-La who are afraid of them)

I’m sorry I dunno why I’m so obsessed with little bug guy Ichiban. Imagine him being young and watching caterpillars grow in class okay ;o; angel!!

oh so we're all on board with Bug Lover Ichi then maybe democracy does exist

[soppsop]

feeling normal about investigations I see (i hope you are having fun) (this is meant positively)

im NEVER normal about investigations i want to replay those games so badd(hehe)dddddd

tbh i wasnt specifically looking for investigations content tumblr is just giving me a lot of it recently lol. not complaining, hell yeah investigations!!! >:3

[arcadiusdragoneyes]

Hi! Did you happen to have an ao3 account? If so, i was wondering if you'd ever continue working on your writing (not that I'd force you too and sorry if this is a bad question!) I just can't stop rereading one of them and it's a personal favorite xD You actually managed to get me obsessed with the ship ,,

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I do? I am, possibly the person in question?? I certainly haven't updated any of my fics in Several Years as I suffer from The Big ADHD and can just lose focus and interest in a project at random but there is always a chance for me to update again as I definitely think about everything I've written Non-Stop all the time.

[theemmtropy]

Rent hikes, grocery stores closing, severe weather warnings, dating scene a mess, healthcare unaffordable, and you expect me not to get off and get high??

[your-generic-art-blog]

Y’all missed me??

No? Great!

Have a shitty doodle

Ffs when you haven’t properly drawn in like a year and also haven’t done any (genuine) traditional work in longer??? Yiiiiiikes

Anyway have this tiny thing from a concept page lol, I have no eraser so it’s even messier than usual hell yeah

Reason I’m even doing traditional is because I’ve had an ongoing awful migraine and I get nauseous looking at screens

On that note, time for me to dip

[krysmcscience]

At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)

I am so normal about these old dorks.

I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.

I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.

Oh, and a little bonus comic:

Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)

Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:

Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)

Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... 🙃

In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 🤣 (Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)

Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\

[sparky-is-spiders]

Hopelessly charmed by the idea of like. Jon just has Shit Taste in men. Like his taste in women? Questionable. His primary type seems to be "could kill him dead" and sometimes that goes well (Georgie) and sometimes it doesn't (Gertrude) but with men? Terrible. Godawful. You give him a set of men's dating profiles and he will always pick the worst available option without fail. Has a 70-30 split on older authority figures vs guys who want to "fix" him (who invariably get mad when he fails to be fixed). Every goddamned time. Best case scenario the relationship blows up in like three months in a way that catches everyone else in the blast radius (Martin) worst case scenario they're obsessively codependent and having some hot-and-cold affair that blows up two and a half years later and everyone around them gets stuck wading through the fallout (Elias). To be clear (since I'm approaching from goofy comedy angle) these aren't abusive relationships they're just. Bad. The kind of thing you see on r/relationships where it's so obvious they're going to break up tomorrow over the reddit comments they'll split over an entirely unrelated argument next week (not that I can imagine Jon posting on reddit tbh).

Also yes yes most of this IS because I love judgemental outsider PoVs. What of it?

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