#i made this in two days so its bad

[orphetoon]

its the end of summer so its time for roxas to die again

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[mediumgayitalian]

When Cecil was little, peppermint meant coming in from the cold.

It meant warmth, it meant hot chocolate, it meant his mother was home early. He liked peppermint. He liked it especially in the candy canes he would lift around Christmas, slipped into his coatsleeves at a busy department store, devoured on the bus home as his mother snorted at him.

"I'm pretty sure they arrest thieving seven-year-olds here, you know. We don't have money for bail. You're staying there."

Peppermint was fine. He didn't think of it often.

On a Tuesday in July, when he was nine -- he remembers because Tuesday was when the camp store used to restock -- he hopped up the rickety steps of the brightest cabin in camp, picked up the three packages of candy that had fallen out of his bulging pockets, and knocked on the door.

"Will?" he called, peering through the darkened screen. "Are you here? You weren't at our spot."

Cecil does not actually remember how long it took for someone to come to the door. He remembers it took some time, because taking any time at all was unusually. He didn't usually have to knock. Even now, it is odd for the Apollo cabin door to be shut, especially in the daylight hours.

Eventually, there were footsteps. A tall, barefoot woman stepped out, swinging the creaky door closed gently behind her. A wave a peppermint followed her out, making Cecil's eyes water.

"Cecil," she said, smiling warmly. "Hey, kiddo."

Cecil rocked on his heels. "Hey, Cass." He glanced around her. "Where's Will."

"Oh. Um..." Cass turned back to face the door, biting her lip. In her silence, Cecil heard faint crying. "Come sit with me a second, okay?"

The oldest Apollo daughter sat delicately on the top porch step, tucking her long hair out from under her thighs. She patted the spot next to her, and after a moment -- staring at the door, straining to hear -- Cecil sat.

"Will," she said, after a moment, "is...sick."

Cecil frowned. "I thought you guys didn't get sick."

"We don't. Kind of."

Cecil waited. Cass didn't notice, looking out onto the common. He worried at her lower lip, fingers wrapping around her hair.

"He's not that kind of sick."

"What kind of sick?"

"You ever had a headache?"

"Yeah."

Cass traced a line in the woodgrain beneath them. "It's like that. A little."

"Well, can't you heal it? We're supposed to go in the woods today. Luke said he'll teach us how to trap a myrmeke."

"That's...no you're not. Tell him I said you two are absolutely not allowed to do that."

Cecil crossed his fingers. "Uh-huh. Can he come play soon?"

"...No, Cecil. He'll be sick for a while." She turned to face him, resting her chin on her hands. She smiled, slightly, but her dark eyes were round and wet. "Will gets something called migraines. It's like...um, imagine you're in the ampitheatre, doing sword practice. And then suddenly, boom! You're by yourself! And you're surrounded by monsters, but they're invisible. What are you going to do?"

Cecil pondered. That was a new one. Usually he imagined he's being attacked by Connor and Travis who have been cloned a million times and turned evil.

"Uh...start swinging?"

Cass smiled. "Right. Would make a pretty big mess of the ampitheatre, huh?"

"Probably."

"A little chaotic?"

"Duh."

"Hm." A cry came from the cabin again. That time, it was loud enough for both of them to hear it, even through the soundproofed walls. Cecil's stomach turned. "Sometimes, Will's brain thinks there's something wrong with it. But it doesn't know what. So it starts thrashing around, trying to get rid of whatever's hurting him, but it just kind of...makes things worse."

"So...his brain hurts?"

"Yes. It hurts so much that it makes his stomach hurt, and his skin, and even the lights hurt him a little."

The weird feeling in Cecil's stomach got worse. He turned toward the door, waiting, and after a few minutes, there was another cry, small and sad and hurt, like the one time he was walking home from school with his mom and they passed a puppy that had been left all by itself in an alley, barking for its mama. Cecil had cried the whole way home. He turned back to Cass, eyes burning.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Cass reached over and slid a hand over his shoulder, pulling him into her side. He stayed there, for a minute, hiding in her soft t-shirt. "It sucks, kiddo. I wish he could come play."

"When will he be better?"

Cecil pulled away, swiping quickly at his eyes. Cass let him, watching with soft eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, probably. Lee made him a salve with peppermint oil, and sometimes that helps. If he can sleep it off he might even be better by dinner." Cass glanced back at the screen. "I doubt it, though. This one is a bad one. You come by tomorrow morning though, okay? Bright and early. I'll tell Luke we need your help, he'll let you off your chores."

Cecil brightened. "Really? Can you tell him to give them to Connor instead?"

Cass snorted. "Don't push it, kid."

"Okay, okay." Cecil stood at her gentle push, climbing down the stairs and lingering on the crunchy grass. He fiddled under her raised eyebrows, reaching into his pockets. "Um, can you give him these? For when his stomach stops hurting."

He tossed up a pink package. Cass caught it, turning it over to read the label. She smiled.

"You steal these?"

"Yes."

"Nice." She tucked the Twizzlers in her pocket, grinning. "I won't tell, but Michael is still mad that you stole his comic books last week, si you better get lost before he sees 'cause he'll snitch. Bye, Cecil."

Cecil remembered the rage in Michael's eye and stepped quickly backwards.

"Bye, Cass."

She turned back up the stairs. The smell of peppermint was stronger.

It smelled a little less warm, this time.

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[woolying]

COUNTDOWN TO TETRO PINK FINAL FRIDAY !!!!! im a tad bit late technically but hopefully the double feature makes up for it

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM SOO DEARLY my beloved hiroaki tsuno ohhhh my goodness ill miss them greatly

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[weebsinstash]

I wonder how people feel when they read a few of my posts and they're like "oh this writing/yandere blog looks interesting, I'll go to their page and see what all they have" and it's me switching fandoms every other week, sometimes bitching about politics, and asking for money because my cat is sick

[silverskye13]

Posted the "Helsknight and Tango rescue Tanguish, and a crusade ensues" fix over on AO3! If you would like to read it all in one place.

Capped out at 20k words with both parts together :3

[ilikerosesalot]

Honestly out of all the things I am not surprised that pure vanilla to play a role into me returning back to cookie run. I was always fond of that cookie even before I knew of his lore

....I just didn't expect my return would happen through him getting his own toxic yaoi ship, is all.

[spaciebabie]

see i absolutely despise jimmy (and curly) as a character(s) but as a literary freak i can appreciate the way hes used as a story device with his relationship to curly. i could type this more eloquently but currently ive had a glass of champagne and i havent drank in like 6 months so my tolerance is low so forgive my writing but. jimmy cannibalizing curly. yeah.

theres multiple messages here, theres the message that jimmy is doing what curly (assumedly) did to get into his position and, employing another metaphor, taking the "dog eat dog world" saying to heart. and literally. devouring his competition. or maybe curly didnt do that. and thats what jimmy thinks curly did and so he aims to do the same. choose whichever one you like more they're both interesting storywise.

theres the message where jimmy "consumes" curly in some twisted expression of love. devouring curly so that he remains a part of him, an expression that he is the gold star captain and something to aspire to. admiration for something he'll never be and so he chooses to consume him in order to potentially absorb some of his skill or become more like him.

and then there is curly sitting there helplessly being devoured. its something he has no say in, not something that he chose to happen to him, its something hes become swept up in. he becomes devoured by jimmy in the literal sense of cannibalism, but also in the sense that he became so absorbed in his friendship w/jimmy he ignored his wrongdoings and ultimately led to anya's assault as well as the death of the whole crew.

curly and jimmy intertwined so that one is always consumed by the other. curly in a literal sense, jimmy in a more psychological one. i mean like its really quite crazy they did the "im consumed with thoughts about this guy and want to be him so i must literally consume him" thing quite well. when examining mouthwashing's narrative you find new things to admire every time. each little story element has a place in creating a wonderfully complex and heartbreaking story. its very well done and honestly something to aspire to from the perspective of someone who enjoys studying/writing literature.

all of this is to say i think that there should be more art of jimmy covered in blood and engaging in this cannibalism like the stupid little leech he is

[skrunksthatwunk]

did my first ever used car browsing online and there's a car that's like really good on basically every aspect but the color is fucking NASTY. but ive been evolving a bit around it. and so now im like thinking "okay the bit's funny now but would it be funny in like seven years" kinda stuff

[frameconfessions]

What I love about Warframe as a newcomer is that there doesn't seem to be any sort of shipping wars or fandom discourse at all. I've been into a lot of shooters before (ie. Overwatch, Apex Legends, etc.) so Warframe is a huge breath of fresh, clean air.

💯

[pardonmydelays]

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[payasita]

Hey Paya. If you see this ask then take it as a sign to draw something or write something. It doesn’t matter what, I just hope that this makes your day a little more productive.

...okay i know this was probably meant to be, like, motivational, so thanks.

but the thing is, i am. a lot. daily. on my last day off i got done with a whole swathe of new sprites and a functional sketch of the menu screen for my game.

thats nothing to say of all the WRITING im doing on it! ive also got some ink n paint practice i like p recently in my Wet Sketchbooks

...cant find the other Wet Sketchbook with all the watercolors in it atm oop

but i do have my Work Sketchbook, which sees maybe too much use every day because like. full time job.

i think only one of the things i showed here is more than like a week old.

still doing things. i just dont really feel the need to show 90% of what im actually doing because i know it won't really get seen, and it's enough for me that i'm making stuff. and on top of the job, i'm also still doing online college.

so uh, yeah. Not Posting Fanart =/= Not Being Productive. have a good one

[autisticlee]

sometimes people who struggle like to make jokes or find positives about their condition that causes them to struggle so they can escape the constant negative and struggle. sometimes autistic people will say things like "the 'tism" or use the "autism creature" or say their autism helped them have a *positive trait* to feel better about their struggles. because living your life only focusing on the struggles and negatives is depressing and makes it hard to want to live, even if those struggle take up 100% of your life and you can't actually escape them. sometimes any little seemingly positive thing can help a lot.

but there's so many other autistic people that hate when we do that and call it "reducing autism to a cute trendy thing" and say it takes away from *their* struggles and is bad and shouldn't be used. maybe *you* want to only focus on your struggles, but some people can't live in constant negative and need some positive or to find ways to make their condition more positive so they can feel better about living with their struggles. life is hard. I take anything I can get.

I cant get jobs. I can't make and keep friends. I can't get help and support for doing "normal" things so sometimes I go weeks without being able to shower and without eating more than a bowl of cereal a day. most times can't even do things I like. struggle to communicate. have meltdowns. i'll never be able to live independently. I struggle a lot. but instead of sitting here always depressed and having no motivation to live, i'd rather try to joke about "my 'tism is acting up again" when i'm struggling (just an example. don't think I ever actually used the 'tism thing but i saw others use it) or say "i'm just being a creature" when I need to stay in my dark room because everything is too much and I personally find it cute to be a little creature meant in a positive way. i'm not actually downplaying mine or anyone else's struggles. I still acknowledge them and that silly jokes dont make them go away. i'm not trying to be trendy. i'm not doing any of the things people say we do by making silly little jokes. i'm using the silly little jokes to convince myself life can be a little more than pointless, painful garbage all the time.

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[seaofreverie]

I was tagged by @carcarrot to post recent images from my camera roll, thank you!!!!

Open tags because I feel shy about tagging today, sorreh

[dandyshucks]

[crawling out of the pits of hell]: happy birfday Gu.zma.... ouaauughh [collapses and disintegrates]