#im pretty sure they fucked after this

[rainingbaconbits]

They were good friends yknow

This image came to me in a dream

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

"Jason was the happy robin" this, "jason was the angry robin" that. Let's all be fully honest here Jason was the lonely robin

[warning-heckboop]

Was going to write a little ficlet to go with this, but. Vaccine tiredness is killer.

A little bit of art for the FOP Nature au by @bunnieswithknives. I cannot recommend checking it out enough.

[seilon]

my only complaint about 2005 dw is that we didn’t get more episodes with gung-ho mortal baby jack harkness. absolutely smitten by that fucker

[quirkle2]

i have GOT to stop drawing things for fics i haven't written yet

[xxlady-lunaxx]

it’s hard to tell how tengen should feel. sitting here, waiting quietly as sanemi sleeps. he replays everything that had happened in the last few hours, folding his hands over his lap. he gazes uncertainly down at sanemi’s pale, almost sickly face. it’s resting now, at least. slack and unlike the previous defeated expression he’d held a moment ago.

somewhere around noon, sanemi’s crow had come to the uzui household asking for tengen, and only tengen. confused, but with time to spare, tengen heeded the order and headed over to sanemi’s estate. on first glance, it had seemed normal. but tengen has always had tuned hearing. he could tell, as he slowed, that there was something unnervingly off.

with sudden concern, he’s at sanemi’s door in an instant. he knocks, waits, knocks again. after another minute of waiting, he hears reluctant footsteps trudging towards the door. a hoarse, “uzui?” from the other side before the door opens to reveal a disheveled sanemi. which is putting it lightly. sanemi’s hair is a mess, his skin much too pale, and eyes sunken in, supporting eye bags so dark they could rival the feathers of his crow.

“shinazugawa,” tengen says, his worry increasing by the second. he’s let inside by sanemi, who stumbles aside before closing the door. “what happened?”

sanemi merely shakes his head, swallowing once. and then again. it strikes sanemi, suddenly, that the place reeks of alcohol. oh, fuck. sanemi shuffles towards another door, opening it and stepping through. he’s clearly expecting tengen to follow, which he does. he finds himself in a bedroom—sanemi’s. the room is in even more disorder than sanemi, and it looks like a group of demons could’ve pummeled through it several times to get to this level of disorganized. many things catch tengen’s eye, but the first thing is a bundle of purple fabric: a stark contrast against the grayish white of the futon it sits on.

it takes a moment for him to place it in his mind, pair it with the initial owner of the clothing. but he does recognize it, more specifically from the days spent training the lower slayers before the war. and then the name comes to mind, and he breathes: “genya…”

genya shinazugawa. sanemi shinazugawa. shinazugawa. oh, fuck.

something about sanemi’s had pulled tugs of familiarity in tengen’s mind, but he’d yet to place it until now. because he’d been the same, once before. when he was younger—burying himself in his room as he struggled with the truth of everything. and how the reality crashed upon him too many times to count, awakening him from dreams he’d pretended were real only to be cruelly torn back into the ache and the pain of what it actually was. he remembered that his wives had been main reason he’d managed to pull himself out of his current of thoughts enough to run away from his clan. back then, he’d just recently married them, yet they were the most supportive of him and he’s made sure to cherish their every action because they had done so much for him he felt he could never repay.

but sanemi has nobody. in the past, there had been people. fleeting or not, there had been. he hadn’t been alone until now. even tengen, who could toy with the possibility that he was something for sanemi, could see it. he knows. that sanemi is truly, and utterly alone.

he recalls, vaguely, the name masachika kumeno, and sanemi’s final acceptance in kagaya. the momentary something that kanae had managed to snag from sanemi before she’d died. the close friendship obanai and sanemi were able to build, the bridge between them never breaking. and now, tengen can see that genya had been so much more than sanemi let on. because of course he had. even tengen, knowing how badly his father had managed to twist his younger brother’s mind into one full of thorns and knotted vines, had still cared for him. had rejected the idea of killing them, despite the turmoil he’d been. sanemi and genya were no different, it seemed. but now, it feels like caring had much more consequences than if sanemi had truly hated genya.

the thoughts flit through tengen’s mind in an instant, and he clamps his mouth shut, realizing a moment too late that he shouldn’t have spoken his thoughts. the name. genya’s name.

sanemi sags, wobbling enough so that he has to lean against the door for support. “fuck,” he mumbles. “fuck.” he repeats it again, and then again and again, like a mantra. like it’s the only thing grounding him. and tengen understands. he agrees, silently, and then interrupts. because sanemi will get nowhere this way.

“shinazugawa.”

there’s a brief, sober understanding that flickers through sanemi. he pauses his chanting, swallowing again. then he rambles, quietly, “fuck, i’m sorry, uzui. i’m sorry.”

“i know. come on,” tengen says. and sanemi follows him, manages barely to guide him to the bathhouse. then he waits patiently as tengen fills the bath and warms the water. he obeys when he’s made to undress and sink into the tub. he’s quiet all of a sudden, though his jaw works itself. as if he wants to say many things, but can’t find it in himself to speak.

tengen washes him gently, because sanemi feels so fragile. and he’s afraid that if he holds him too tightly, or nudges too suddenly, sanemi will break. physically, sanemi is the strongest anyone could be. not in the type of strength that gyomei held, but with the sheer will sanemi had to persevere. it allowed him to live through things no human should be able to. yet now, sanemi feels as if he’s completely given up on living. somehow, tengen senses that the vulnerability that sanemi’s displaying is his way of telling him that there’s little to be done now except hope. sanemi isn’t one to let himself be defeated. but here he is. eyes closed, lips moving in words that never form, his body limp and at tengen’s complete mercy. god, fuck.

once sanemi’s clean, washed from the prior weeks of negligence, tengen dresses him in a somewhat wrinkled but relatively alright robe, then props him up somewhere safe to sit. he hurries to fix up sanemi’s room as much as he can in ten minutes, focusing on the futon before tucking sanemi to sleep. once he’s sure sanemi’s comfortable, he begins to clean the rest of the room quietly.

he puts away the clothes to wash—including genya’s—and rids of empty bottles or discarded food. he does as much as he can without being loud until he’s satisfied enough. leaving the clothes to soak in water for some time, he comes back to the room and settles beside the bed. he has no doubt he’d hear sanemi awaken no matter where in the house he is, but he wants to be there. because he knows that, even if he’s nothing compared to genya or masachika or anyone sanemi had loved, tengen had been a hashira. and a hashira’s duty was to hold up the people who couldn’t, support the ones who were too weak to do so themselves. sanemi would understand, and he does, really. because for the first time, he’d depended on tengen. he’d called him over and allowed him to do everything for him. for once.

tengen shifts, torn between watching sanemi dutifully or distracting himself from his concern by doing something active. he settles with staying when sanemi turns slightly on his side, facing tengen. he wishes he could do more for sanemi. but for now, he will do what he can. he isn’t even sure if there’s anything else he could possible do. and so he sits there quietly, waiting, and watching, and hoping sanemi will be okay.

[lu-is-not-ok]

It sure is an experience to get lectured on what NPD is while you yourself have NPD. Like bro. I know. I've been living through this shit for a good chunk of my life.

Got a good laugh out of that at least.

[salt-baby]

I just don't understand people who don't do a COVID test when they get sick

[puppppppppy]

adhd comix

[arisveah]

terrible awful realization

[image transcript:

arisveah: and the surgery scene was so much more piercing seeing it from a different angle like omg now we have the idea that he was screaming the whole time omg.

best friend: RIGHT

arisveah: (referring to a previous comment about the exposure) "nerd" okay star wars. what am i supposed to do with the knowledge that charlie was screaming for half an hour what the fuck. what do i do with that? poor boy. if he ever escapes his voice is going to be absolutely shot. and plus saying all that (referring to the horror of promoting a future sex channel with your voice and not your authority) on stream- poor man might never say anything again (if he gets out) :(

End of transcript]

[skitskatdacat63]

2024 Belgian Grand Prix - George Russell(misc.)

[jerrsterrr]

feeling feverish, broke my phone and many more horrible cases

[greghatecrimes]

Season 6 of House was in 2009... Dragon Age: Origins was also released in 2009... I just think that if Thirteen played it, she would have had her Warden romance Leliana...

[fishareglorious]

i keep fucking thinking that one muelsyse song is titled “mountain dew” instead of morning dew