#dead trunks

[secretsofdbz]

I am So Happy @/WeSatInTheCar (on twitter) accepted this idea and omg Kidd ✨ delivered ✨ perfection!

Dead!Trunks and Future Trunks becoming aware of one another! 🥰

Read about the pair of Trunks' existential crises starting here.

Future Trunks, a girl in hiding, finds out about how Cell killed another Trunks. She decides to use his Time Machine, go to 787 with kid Gohan and Krillin to send them to New Namek so they can ressurect him (and not leave Future Bulma alone!).

Bragging rights to you if you recognize the reference ;)

[nothofagus-archive]

Plant and fungal matter (2019)

Just a warm up I did a while after I took my students to a small observation trip in my town's surrounding forest. 

I love checking dead or dying trunks, they're usually covered by all sorts of interesting things: moss, variety of fungi, lichens, multitude of bugs, and they often have tiny seedlings growing on then. I once found seedlings of 7 different species that i could recognise, growing on a tiny rotting trunk, it was super neato:(super low quality photos from my old phone, sorry. Deviantart has rotated them too 90°, for whatever reason). 

This painting was very quick and simple, a warmup of sorts back then.

[secretsofdbz]

The anime flashback indicates Cell strangled him/broke his neck, and dropped the body.

The manga doesn't give us anything, but if he had absorbed Trunks and his power, he wouldn't have said to Piccolo he "didn't have Trunks' cells".

DBZ realization made me sad

so this just came to me and it sucks.  That one timeline where Cell kills a far weaker Future Trunks and steals the time machine right?  we know fully Cell in that original form drank the bodies of his victims for what power he could get out of them right? leaving only their clothes?  That Trunks didn’t know Cell existed. And here’s the sad part, neither did Bulma.  There’s a good chance she finds his torn and abandoned clothes, the time machine missing, and thinks Trunks just abandoned her without a word to go live in a nicer past. and if she DOES ever think that there’s never going to be anything that brings her the truth……  of course even then there’s the high chance she doesn’t know he’s dead and is just… waiting. for her son to come home. forever.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Trunk

@wolfstarmicrofic October 6, word count 317

“REMUS!!! REMUS, LOOK AT THIS!!!” Sirius yelled at his boyfriend as he scampered around the zoo. Remus sighed indulgently. He’d known Sirius would get over-excited if he took him to the zoo, but he’d promised after all. 

“Moony, Moony, come see, come see!” Harry babbled excitedly at him. He and Sirius had taken the small boy off James and Lily’s hands for the day. They’d accepted the offer immediately, kissed their son and bundled him and his change bag into his godfathers arms. 

Sirius and Harry were looking at an enormous fish, both with their faces pressed as close to the glass as they could get, pulling the same strange puffed cheek, slow opening mouth face, imitating the fish. Remus snapped a picture of the pair. Adorable imps that they were. 

The rest of the walk around the zoo was the same, Remus’s name being shouted excitedly while he trailed after the excitable pair. 

They got to the elephants and Sirius shouted again. 

“Remus!!! Remus, look at its trunk!!! Look, it’s picking up that entire log with its trunk!!!” Sirius bounced up and down with Harry in his arms as they both pointed at the Elephant. Sirius stuck his free arm out and waved it up and down, puffing his cheeks out again and blowing through closed lips to make a ridiculous imitation of the elephant. It had Harry peeling in laughter, his little face wide with joy at his silly Godfather. Remus raised his camera again and snapped another shot for his album. He watched them messing around and couldn’t think of any other way he’d want to spend his Saturday. 

“Hey, you guys hungry? Want to go get a burger?” He asked. Two wide-eyed faces turned to face him. 

“YES!!!” They squealed at him before rushing over, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the exit. He started laughing uncontrollably. He loved them so much.  

[frownyalfred]

MAKE HIM AN OLDER JASON TODD YOU COWARDS!!!

[reineyday]

mishanks mafia au where shanks is the don of the gol family and and mihawk is a hitman hired by the government (it's a conspiracy!) to kill shanks.

when mihawk shows up, shanks puts up a great fight, and even tho shanks loses (he's on the ground with hawk's blade at his throat!), mihawk decides shanks is way funner than the government and doesn't kill him after all. mihawk intends for this to be the end, with exception for perhaps more fights in the future, but shanks has already fallen on love and starts trying his damndest to get mihawk to work for the gols.

mihawk always refuses, but when the government puts out a hit on mihawk because he broke contract, mihawk finds himself thoroughly protected by the gol family anyways. shanks, however, doesn't save mihawk fast enough to spare the hitman some torture so, in retaliation, shanks brings down the entire government and exposes the conspiracy while he's at it, with the finale being a grand announcement that mihawk is his, actually, back the fuck off and don't try this again.

by the end, mihawk still doesn't work for the gols, but if he marries into the family, well. "there's still a difference, red." (shanks whines about this daily.)

[grandtourz]

trunks and goten are so funny to me because they both have INSAAAANE daddy issues, just in very distinctly different ways

[doueverwonder]

ngl I’m surprised we haven’t gotten a “the more north you go the more south you get” bit with Florida yet. He’s done different parts of other states as individual personifications and I think it’d be so funny for Gov to walk into a meeting and Florida not be the usual Florida. Throw him for a loop.

[shannonsketches]

something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle

[adiraofthetals]

The real vibes are having Canva open on one tab to make mini-comics, Eureka on another tab, and a third tab for my Eureka timeline and fact doc.

Also extra tidbit! Eureka as a show only has 3 canon dates. Over five seasons. We have canon years but not canon dates (Time travel is in the show). The canon dates we have is October 3rd, 2006 + October 3rd, 2010, April 15th, 1947 + April 15th, 2010, and another one that I can't remember right now. The rest are implied or holiday episodes. So that is why I am making a timeline! Mainly for my fic and for me to figure out what is going on.

[chirpsythismorning]

I just remembered they devoted a whole scene to Mike and Will burying a dead body for no reason other than to poke fun at—

[jamiesfootball]

🔪🩳⛓️🛌🏼

Oh man, everyone remember this cool ask game that I did? Of course you do. It definitely wasn’t almost three months ago

Three sentences for each fic, with some extra in interest

Some general content warnings for guns, referenced captivity, referenced murder, and implied future claustrophobia. A lot of things being referenced or implied here, but nothing super graphic

Except the platonic cuddles, of course. Content warning for the homie feeling like home or whatever

🔪 - Jamie Murders Zava

Maybe he should just confess.

Problem was that the more he thought about it, the less he remembered about what happened. The bit leading up to it came clear and sharp, and the aftermath — moving the body, stuffing it in between the carjack and the emergency crowbar and an old bag of clothes Jamie didn’t remember putting there — all of that sprinkled in his mind like glass crushed underfoot. Barely noticed until he stepped on a stray bit, and then he was bleeding everywhere, lightheaded and tethered to his body by only the faintest wisp. Hard to remember he was a person when he couldn’t even remember what he’d been doing, what he’d done.

But Jamie had other memories like that. No one had ever noticed or called him out on it. He could probably figure out what he’d done when confronted with the evidence, couldn’t he?

Speaking of the evidence.

He waited for Goodman and O’Brien to pass. Pretended to check his phone. When the coast was clear, he popped the boot open. Closed it.

Dead as yesterday.

He’d call for an Uber.

🩳 - Locked in a Trunk

He waited for the lads in red and white to leave. Then he made his move.

The first trunk he checked was disappointingly full, but the second one he found was only halfway crammed with odds and ends. With one last glance over his shoulder, Jamie tucked himself inside. Taking care to be all quiet-like, he pulled the lid closed and grinned to himself in the resulting darkness.

These equipment trunks didn’t even have locks on them. Honestly, it was like asking for someone to break in.

He settled in, making himself cosy amidst the spare gear, and waited for the others to come and find him.

⛓️ - Muzzled

No.

Someone's standing over him.

Roy snaps his eyes open. A black hooded figure stares back.

A strangled noice curls from his throat. He tries to throw himself back, and hits human hands and human heat and a very human knee that digs into his back and pins him to the fucking bed.

Something cold and metal presses into his hair, flush against his scalp, and clicks.

"Good morning, Mr. Kent,” the hooded figure says in smooth, faintly accented English. “I am going to start by asking for your cooperation."

🛌🏼 - Secret Nap Club

He cracked open his eyes and groaned.

This was much worse.

This time it was Roy who’d crossed the equator line of pillows, crushed right over them so that he could spoon against Jamie’s back. His arms were tucked tight around his middle, crossed possessively over each other like he was afraid of someone stealing his teddy bear.

Meanwhile Jamie slept on, his arms flopped innocently over the edge of the bed, as far away from Roy’s side as he could get without rolling onto the floor. He inhaled in quiet, wheezy little breaths, dead to the world while Roy seethed into the crook of his neck.

Even his snoring was inoffensive. What a fucking prick.

From the looks of it, Jamie had done everything right this time. He’d even worn a T-shirt, a thinning grey scrap that did nothing to spare Roy from his sleep-warmed skin. Or the not completely inoffensive scent of body wash, which was a sort of mix between woodsy and citrusy. For some reason, it brought to mind his host family’s kitchen, and the box fern that used to hang in the window, catching the morning light while the kettle steamed under it.

God, this was the worst fucking start to his day.

He was so busy composing an argument in his head for why this was still Jamie’s fault that he lost track of time, his eyes slid shut, and he fell back asleep.

[counterintuitivecomics]

More recent tree drawing! First one is from today st the Blackstone Park in PVD, second one was in a grocery store parking lot on an overcast day. Image descriptions in alt text!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Trunk

@wolfstarmicrofic September 30, word count 910

Final part, guys. Thank you to everyone who continued to read this ridiculously long series. I am not done with it yet, though, there is so much I wanted to put in that I couldn't, so it will eventually be made into an expanded fic. I don't know when, but I have added it to my list. Thank you again for reading. Love you all. Lulu xxx

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Word got out quickly that Voldemort was dead and his reign of terror was over. The death eaters were quietly arrested and sent to Azkaban, thanks to the memories taken from Peter and a few, Regulus added. Regulus was given a full pardon due to his major part in taking Voldemort down, and Orion divorced Walburga as quickly as the courts would allow. So overall, everything was good once again. 

He leant over the parchment and signed his name beside his father's with the blood quill. He felt a nip on his finger as the blood was drawn out into the quill’s nib. He stood back and handed the quill to Regulus, who copied Sirius’s action, wincing when the quill took his blood. The signatures flashed gold as the magic took hold, and Sirius and Regulus were both officially heirs of The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. 

It had been Sirius’s idea. He wasn’t ready to give up the pack just yet, if ever, and Regulus had always wanted the Lordship more than Sirius had. So the only course of action was to name them both; that way, they were equal, and while it wouldn't stop their fighting entirely, it would make it a fairer fight. It was when they travelled back to the Summer House that Sirius had another brilliant idea. He asked his father’s permission, and Orion gave it almost instantly. 

He left the Summer house to go run everything by Remus, promising to visit soon, as Rorbey pressed a huge basket of goodies into his hands and an equally large one into Regulus’s, who was preparing to move into Potter Manor with James.

“Rorbey be putting Flitsy’s favourite bubble bath in master Regulus so’s you can get on her good side,” Rorbey said, pointing at the glass bottle full of purple sparkling liquid. 

“Thank you, Rorbey,” Regulus said, wishing them well and apparating to where James was waiting for him. 

“Don’t be a stranger, son,” Orion said, pulling Sirius into a one-armed hug. 

“You either, just maybe keep an eye on when the full moon is, yeah. Don’t want you coming face to face with Moony or me,” He barked out a laugh. Orion nodded seriously.

“See you later, Rorbey. Thanks for everything,” He said, bending the best he could to hug the little elf that had saved him and Regulus. 

“Rorbey will pop in when he can,” Rorbey assured him, and Sirius left, returning to the camp. 

“Are you certain he doesn’t mind?” Remus asked again as they packed the camp away. “I don’t mind staying here. It’s quite nice, really,” He glanced around their little camp fondly. 

“Yeah, it’s great now, but you just wait until the snow comes, then it won’t be as nice, will it? Especially those who don’t have tents,” He said, gesturing to the only tent in the camp, which was theirs. 

“Yeah, alright then,” Remus gave in. 

“Are we ready chaps? Our new home awaits. Dibs on the master suite,” Marcus flung an arm over their shoulders, grinning. He seemed to be the most excited by Sirius’s idea, the others were still wary. 

“You can fuck right off,” Sirius growled, his seconds voice colouring his normal voice. Marcus let them go and took a step back. 

“We’ve already claimed that one,” Remus grinned. 

“Yeah, you can have Mother’s old room,” Sirius said, trying to keep a straight face. “The bed may try to kill you though, I don’t know what curses she might have put on it,” Marcus paled. 

“Maybe I’ll find one of the other rooms a better fit,” He said, forcing a quick smile on his face before heading over to help one of the other wolves close the heavy lid of the overflowing trunk they were struggling with. It was amazing how much stuff the pack had collected over the few months they’d been there. 

“We can always come back,” He reassured Remus, carrying on with the conversation Marcus had interrupted.

“Yeah,” Remus said sadly, waving his wand, the tent packing itself into a threadbare bag. “Maybe in the summer,”

“The house has that huge wood out the back, and we can ward everything so much better there with the property boundaries than we ever could here,” Sirius took his hand, ready to apparate. “I love you, you know,” He said, kissing Remus’s cheek. 

“I love you too,” Remus said back, kissing him properly. They summoned all their belongings and apparated to one of the unused Black properties high in the Yorkshire Dales. His parents had never used it, preferring Grimmauld Place, the Summer House and the château in southern France over all the other properties in the Black family's vast collection. 

A cold wind was blowing across the grounds, but already there were pack members racing around the lawns or exploring the many forest trails. Together, Sirius and Remus walked up the stone steps into the Manor House, their new home, the pack's new home. They would be safe there and could change with the moon without having to leave the property. Not that any of the pack were confined to the property, they could come and go as they pleased, it was more of a safe haven. 

As they climbed the stairs to find their new bedroom, Sirius looked out of the tall window and viewed the beautiful scenery beyond. This was their next big adventure, and he couldn’t wait to start it. 

[cheesey-rice]

Gonna clarify some things about US election laws for felons:

- felons aren't allowed to vote generally but it actually differs by state

- felons not being allowed to vote actually sucks and has been shown to disproportionately restrict the rights of POC and communities under scrutiny of police

- so in new york felons are allowed to vote after serving whatever sentence they get, which is good because this mostly makes it easier for guys in for weed or whatever to have rights again after prison

- for Florida residents, felon voting rights defer to the state in which the felon was convicted

TLDR; Trump probably won't have trouble voting if he doesn't get prison sentencing, which we don't know yet.

[thegreatsaiya-z]

Quick sketch of an adult Trunks vs. Future Trunks bc it just seems unfair that Future Trunks gets stuck in an absolutely ruined timeline post Super so. Instead he should be allowed to stick around the main timeline i think