#food not bullets

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[homkamiro]

Hii have some sniperscout angst I drew as a gift for my friend lenny

[maomango-doodle]

Jazz puns, am I right?

Some random doodles

[bleumingdays]

— september ✹ monthly food log (via bleumingdays)

[lottiestudying]

13.09.2024—being discharged home today, looking foreword to being back in my own space. final diagnosis for this admission is adhd and unspecified psychosis

[partyboyx3]

I have work the next two days so here's a bite sized drawing to hold you over until I can get something cool drawn (probably smthin speedingbullet related). Here's Scout losing his mind

Also we're at 22 followers now yippie!

(I became consumed with the idea of them working food service so I drew Sniper washing dishes which is my job. Scout would be a waiter but he's slacking)

[cruelestcolor]

koharu (love bullet) stimboard. for @lacetism. [gif credits]

[pup-pee]

speedster bowl

[novasintheroom]

20. Mentality

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - Vash's eating disorder

♡ Description: Vash isn't doing well mentally, and that means his appetite suffers.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

It’s…a rough day. Your muscles ache, your knees hurt from where you scratched them falling, and Vash is…well, he’s not doing great either.

You worry over him as you cook. The sausage and potatoes bubble merrily, much more happily than you feel right now. Vash is quietly sullen. He looks over his pack, shifting things around in it again and again – like he isn’t sure what else to do. Then, he switches to staring off in the distance, to the plume of smoke and dust still settling two days later, his mentality in the gutter.

The town was demolished in the bandit raid. People are homeless and traveling to the next town. They spit and curse at you both as they passed, blaming you two for not stopping the bandits on time, for being the reason they tracked you down in the first place.

It wasn’t the case; you just happened to be in town when the bandits came through and recognized Vash. The shootout had been intense, but ultimately lost. No side won. And now, chased out of yet another town, you do your best to raise your spirits with the food you’d grabbed while you were still welcome.

Gently, you place a plate filled with steaming food next to Vash. He looks at it, brief, then away with a sour expression. You know what that means.

“Vash,” you say. He doesn’t look up. “Vash, you need to eat.”

“No, I don’t,” he mutters, flicking off a bit of ash that lands on his knee.

A sigh through your nose. “C’mon, I made enough for both of us.”

Silence.

You take the plate and hold it in your lap, fork ready. Vash thinks he’s in the clear, until you sit down next to him and hold out a forkful of mashed potatoes. “Say ‘ah.’”

He gives you a bemused look. “I’m not hungry, ______.”

That’s a lie. This man is always hungry. “Vash,” you sigh again. What can you do? What will make him get out of this funk? “If you don’t eat, I won’t either.”

Vash looks at you, alarmed. “But you need to eat!”

“No, I don’t.”

“Mayfly, you’re more human, you need to eat.”

You cross your arms and shake your head. “Not until you’ve eaten.”

Vash lets out a low growl of frustration. “This isn’t fair.”

Eyes rolling, you pick up the plate and hold out the mashed potatoes again. “We can argue until this food gets grossly cold, or we can both eat while it’s warm.” You give him a smile. “Your choice, birdie.”

He pouts. You smoosh the fork to his mouth, smearing gravy and potatoes on his upper lip. When he opens his mouth to protest, you launch the fork in, staring with delight as he closes around it and begins chewing. His brows twitch further down. Moving the mush to his cheek, he says, “That was a trick.”

“Duh.” You take the fork back and spear a sausage. “Getting you to eat is like getting a toddler to eat their vegetables sometimes, I swear.”

“I am not a todd – hagh!” He chews around the sausage you shove in during his protest. Unbidden, he lets out a small ‘mmm.’

“See? I knew getting the sausage was a good splurge!”

Vash is still glaring at you. He reaches out, taking the fork and plate. You’re about to turn away, satisfied that he’s going to eat, when he spears the other sausage and holds it to your mouth. “Your turn.”

You give him a look. “Birdie, I can get my own plate; that’s yours.”

He shakes his head. “That’s the deal: I took two bites, now you take two bites.”

Lips quirking up, you say, “Oh, it’s a deal now?” Still, you take a bite of the sausage. Vash’s eyes glitter with triumph and satisfaction. He spoons up a bit of mashed potatoes next and holds it out. You take another bite, humming at the tomas gravy and thick mush. Once you’re done, you hold out your hands for the plate and fork. Vash, a bit shy, gives it to you and waits for you to hold up the next bite for him to take.

And that’s how it goes for the next ten minutes – both of you feeding each other, carefully, lovingly. Once the food is gone, your bellies are full, and Vash is smiling again. He even hums a tune as he helps clean up the pots and pans and utensils used.

“I’m glad you feel better,” you comment, taking the plate he hands you and wiping it off with a damp cloth.

To this, Vash sighs. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I…just…” he shrugs, helpless.

“Birdie,” you take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently, “it’s okay. I get it. You’re way harder on yourself than you should be.”

He nods, more pliant and accepting of this now. “It’s difficult. I just feel so guilty for everything that I – “ he cuts himself off. Shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. I know it doesn't matter now.”

It does still matter, but that’s a conversation for another night. Right now, you just want your man to be happy. “As long as you’re full, that’s all that I worry about.” You lean over and nudge him with a shoulder.

Vash laughs, bashfully bowing his head. “Yeah, and as long as you aren’t hangry, I’m happy.” He laughs again when you shove him over in the dirt, quipping ‘how’s that hangry for you?’

[homkamiro]

Sorry for not doing requests for a while I needed some sniperscout angst for soul💔💔

[sidetongue]

this beautiful idiot went to live with someone else and honestly, both of our QOL are much better HAHA

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Horror, do you and the other's have food preferences? If so, i would like to supply you with your favourite foods and for the others as well...

Horror: i like sweet pastries (like cinnamon buns), Killer and Dust like ketchup, Cross likes tacos, and Nightmare likes sweet/sugary artificial flavors (think pink lemonade), but Killer and Cross would probably prefer chocolate at the moment and Nightmare is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking he doesn't want to eat (since he doesn't NEED need to but it'd be healthier for him if he did)

[IMAGE ID: An image of Horror, moderately injured and taking off his jacket. Horror has other people's blood on his fingertips. Horror has bloodstains on his glove and the mid-back inside of his jacket. Horror has a large bleeding axe wound on the right side of his face, a profusely bleeding bullet hole on his forehead between his eyes, and a small but very bloody cut below his left eye where someone attempted to stab his eye. Additionally, there's soot on the right side of his head from where someone tried to burn him. Above him reads his dialogue, "i like sweet pastries (like cinnamon buns), Killer and Dust like ketchup, Cross likes tacos, and Nightmare likes sweet/sugary artificial flavors (think pink lemonade), but Killer and Cross would probably prefer chocolate at the moment and Nightmare is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking he doesn't want to eat (since he doesn't NEED need to but it'd be healthier for him if he did)". END ID]

[heartnosekid]

“Being chosen means you can have any single wish granted, but taking that is flirting with death.”

🌼-🍰-🌼 / 🍰-🌼-🍰 / 🌼-🍰-🌼

[pridefulstimming]

HeavyMedic

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[threecheersforsuccess]

♡ I went to Kura Sushi with my family, and I drew some of my favorite dishes! The One Piece event is going on, and after 15 plates, I got my favorite character Sanji! I'm super lucky, and this luck better continue into this week because I feel like I'm gonna get a interview invite soon for medical school. Crossing my fingers 🤞

[bongo-clash]

This is a complete crack idea. However: dp/dc au where Danny is Alfred. He found out that he is 1) Immortal and 2) can shapeshift and he's just been randomising his customisation settings ever since. When he goes into butler work for the Waynes he decides to be as stereotypical as possible figuring it'll be really funny for the few years he works for them, and the bit is indeed Very Good- right up until their son gets orphaned. It's been 30 years and now the bit is just his life.