#now I am tired and hungry.

[tonguetyd]

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[dreamsy990]

some of the less nice thoughts about being aroace

extras below the cut

sketch

closeups on my favorite panels

bonus: adios

[dreamieparadise]

Day 13 ☆. Meme

@mimiruku takes place after Miruku left Namimori after HS graduation! He had gone back home. Sob. Momina's heart ached so terribly and she made it everyone's problem.

Here she baked cookies in his honour! Hayato took a bite out of hers before she could show Mimi...so now she's crying.

Fran is over because Momina took over his care after he got kidnapped by the kokuyo gang. She made sure he had his own snacks, bed, and things he could hoard at her apartment. She also makes sure to give things to those vile teens because she knows if she doesn't, they'd just steal from Fran. Sigh... Anyway, he is eating a Miruku gingerbread!! I like thinking this was while Momina is face timing Miruku...Miruku going "can't believe you'd let gingerbread Xixi be eaten...I do not feel loved right now!!"

While Momina goes "nooo Xixi! I love you the most!! You know this!!"

"Oh? Then why is Fran eating baby Xixi!?"

Momina pauses before saying in a weak voice: "....but he's a growing boy and he ate his lunch already..." 🥺

Miruku hangs up as Momina shrieks for forgiveness. [He immediately calls her back after...]

Prompt list

Reference below:

[transmechanicus]

I’m allowed one (1) vent of the colossal amounts of pressure my body and mind are under per month and i usually do my best to bury it in the early hours of the morning, so now that i’ve provided this valuable and important context:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[scribespirare]

I have many things to do today but I haven't even managed to get up to feed myself yet 😮‍💨

[nobodybetterlookatme]

I don't care if the texts are about what you're eating for dinner, I'll take all the crumbs I can get !!

LMAO yeah okay here you go. And upon reading them this morning it wasn't that funny so idk why I was laughing almost hysterically last night about it ahskalslal

[callmepippin]

whoa i've made a fascinating linguistic discovery. the german translatian of the english word "how" is "wie", which sounds exactly like the dutch word "wie", which translates to english "who", which sounds exactly like the dutch "hoe", which translates to the english word "how"!!! language is a flat circle

[taradactyls]

No chapter up this week, unfortunately. I've been doing well, especially given how little time I've had to write, so I've managed to get a few thousand words down, but I'm still a bit off uploading. Next Friday will either have a chapter or another update on my progress, probably 50/50 at this point, depends what I can do over the weekend. But rest assured I'm very dedicated to the fic and I hate the delays as much as you do, haha.

Until then, thank you so much to everyone who left supportive and understanding comments. I truly appreciate it so much!

[anime-academia]

2024年五月十三日(月曜日)

お久しぶり~

No lights over the weekend because something happened to the substation again. Needless to say, that sucked greatly. And last week was hell week so I have been running on like negative energy levels.

Today was...trying, to say the least, but Japanese always seems to make me feel better!

Here's some of today's kanji practice (plus new vocab from ヴィラン). And we have my recent reading endeavours. I finished White Teeth, found my copy of the first part of The Brothers Karamazov, and decided to spend what daylight I had yesterday reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ( I recommend all of these books).

📺 Dungeon Meshi, Monk

🎧 Re:Dracula (caught up on the weekend's episodes)

🎶 Wouldn't You Like (I am obsessed with Hermes)

📚 The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

[transgaysex]

do you guys think 2nd week is too early to be missing class already

[prophecyofgray]

"it's already so late i might as well just stay up all night" WRONG. that's the devil talking. however it appears that i am at his whim tonight

[gutterlolita]

money is extremely tight rn, i know its tough for mostly everybody in january but because ive never experienced this before it feels like i am doing something wrong/mismanaging my money

i keep sending screenshots of my bank account to my gf and my friends being like "is this ok???" bc i genuinely dont know whats ok and i have less money in my bank account than i have for quite a bit

i dont need mutual aid but its still not a great feeling to have this little $$ in my account and so little hours on my upcoming schedule (not to mention i have a horrible feeling im going to be fired within the next two weeks from my primary job but that is a can of worms i dont want to open here rn)

everyones saying im being too hard on myself bc i have expenses that the average person does not have (mostly disability related) and on top of that my food stamps got cut for right now so ive been having to spend My Money on food and its lowkey destroying me

im submitting the paperwork to get them reinstated and that should help a lot and since i usually submit my taxes asap i get my return pretty early so that should help me also

i just paid the jan house bills and i dont even want to look at my account after that

people have told me it must be really jarring and confusing to go from having essentially no budget and unlimited money, to having almost nothing, to having a Comfortable Lower Middle Class amount of money and theyre fucking right

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 10: Blow to the Head

"I can't think straight"

1923 Words; Rewired AU

TW for discussions of injury and violence

AO3 ver

“What’s up with him?”

Morris froze, disgruntled expression replaced with something more along the lines of deer in headlights. Gisu imagined she must have looked the same, as three awful realizations hit her.

Realization One: Dion was in some part responsible for the deaths of several prominent psychics in recent months.

Realization Two: Raz didn’t know this.

Realization Three: There was no way Raz wouldn’t find out eventually.

Morris shot a desperate look to Gisu—she could almost feel him trying to project Do NOT tell him! through his concussion. But what else was Gisu supposed to do? She didn’t like this situation any more than he did! She was tired and sore and angry, still reeling from the gala, and it was too damn close to ass’o’clock in the morning—wait, what was Raz doing up at around… what was it, somewhere between two and three AM? He was still wearing his jammies, it looked like, but he was also wide awake and Gisu was too tired to think up her own explanation.

“Why are you even awake?” Gisu voiced her thought. Morris relaxed slightly in the corner of her vision, while Raz crossed his arms.

“You’re only questioning that now?” Raz summoned a levball to sit on, yawning slightly as he spoke. “The interns had a movie night.” He explained, sticking his tongue out. Even though he was pretty much a full agent in all but name, Raz was still only sixteen; this left him still living in the dorms with the interns and junior agents. “And you asked me to bring you your board.” He added.

Oh, shit, did Gisu wake him up? “Sorry.” She grimaced. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“And let me miss out on—” Raz started, looking the both of them up and down, “actually, what did happen? Nobody would tell me anything.”

As one, Gisu and Morris looked at each other. Though they were both out of their gala outfits and in jammies, cleaned up and mostly unscathed—the exhaustion was clear. There was bruising along Morris’ forehead, Gisu had asked Raz for her board, and Lizzie wasn’t even there in the room with them, which probably spoke volumes to Raz about how much everything at the gala had gone wrong.

“The automaton happened, that’s what.” Morris groused, “The robot that almost killed the senior agents.”

Raz winced, leaning back on his levball. “Is Lizzie…?” Suddenly, her absence seemed all the more ominous.

“She’ll live.” Morris reassured.

“She got stabbed.” Gisu said, at almost the same time. At Morris’ disgruntled look, she hurriedly added, “But Morris is right! She’ll live! She’s being transferred to Clay Ridge.”

Raz sighed. “That’s good. And you two…?”

Gisu snorted. “We got off easy.” She buried her face in her hands as the events of the gala played over in her mind again. “Fuck, when the party started I was trying to get that waitress’ number.” Her hands fell to her lap, and she stared at them, at scars well-known from lightning and her projects. She felt unreal, caught between exhaustion and panic.

It wasn’t the first time a mission had gone wrong, or one of them had been badly injured. It wouldn’t be the last, either.

But it was all still so fresh.

Cold blue eyes disappearing under empty red LEDs—

Lightning burning her fingertips the light burning her eyes—

An eruption of glittery ice, the crush of a crowd—

“Pooter,” Gisu started. She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to tell the kid in front of her to go back to bed—and then go to bed herself—so she could keep the second most awful part of the night hidden from him.

But even if Raz didn’t get into the debriefing, it’d go on the mission report. He would find out, no matter what Gisu did—so wasn’t it better, to break the news to him now? Didn’t he have a right to know what had happened to his brother?

(Even if Gisu still didn’t have the full picture herself—)

Raz deserved the truth. Even if it was awful.

“So, you know how Dion went missing four years ago?” Gisu asked, nervously tapping her fingers against her board.

“Gisu—” Morris hissed.

Raz’ eyebrows drew together, his shoulders drawing in. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

Gisu took a breath. Right. She could do this. She could totally tell the sixteen year old kid in front of her, the one she’d known since he was ten, that when she took off the anti-psychic automaton’s mask she had seen the face of his missing older brother.

Morris’s jaw was clenched, like he wanted to interject. But he said nothing as Gisu bowled through, words spilling from her lips like a river of confession.

“When we knocked the automaton out I took off his hood and realized he wasn’t fully a machine and then I took off his mask and it was Dion’s face under there!” Gisu barely even breathed until it was all out there, hanging in the air between them.

Morris groaned, burying his face in his hands.

Raz stared at Gisu, brows furrowed as he tried to parse her words. Eventually, he spoke. “...what?”

“It was Dion.” Gisu repeated, wondering if maybe she should have just waited. But she was tired and sore and angry and she didn’t want to think things through anymore. She wanted to do something. She wanted to skate. She wanted to collapse into her bed and forget this night ever happened. “The robot assassin? I took his mask off. It was Dion.”

The words felt like a finality.

+=+=+=+=+

10:00 AM came way too soon.

At least, that’s how it felt to Gisu as she and Morris trudged into one of the conference rooms used for mission debriefings, dressed and clean and looking only marginally better than they had the night before. She glanced at Morris’ hands; he had them folded in his lap, staring straight ahead as they took their seats across the table.

Hollis was waiting for them, alongside Truman and Oleander. It was more and less than Gisu expected. After a moment of everyone settling in—Gisu settled her levboard in her lap—Truman called for things to begin.

Mission debriefings were all the same, pretty much; Morris and Gisu traded off talking as they explained the where, when, and what, from their initial mission plan and the gala’s opening to the moment the skylight shattered. If it wasn’t for his concussion, Gisu would have let Morris do the majority of the talking—except he was still concussed and also he hadn’t been conscious throughout all of it. Because Dion—the automaton—Maybe-Dion had sucker punched him with the hilt of his sword.

At that point, Gisu took up the description, trying her best to fill in the parts that Lizzie wasn’t there to say. She recounted, not quite as professionally as Hollis may have wanted but still cleanly enough to be understandable, the ice cocoon Lizzie had put together as a last-ditch effort, the loss of psychic power and the pressure it left in her head, the desperate scramble to keep the cyborg’s attention while not getting stabbed herself. She skipped over some details, but as long as the Heads and Oleander got the gist it was fine.

“So you electrified the android after Morris shot it?” Truman asked. “And that was when it went down.”

Morris nodded. “The problem was that it didn’t stay down.”

“You gave it a good enough fight to make the thing retreat.” Oleander commented. “It would have been nice if you’d taken it out, but you managed to hold it together in the heat of battle.” He nodded, already thinking of ways to try and counter the automaton’s ability to block psychic powers—which in and of itself wasn’t anything new; people had been trying to counter psychic abilities for decades.

“While it was down…” Gisu tugged at a lock of her hair, her other hand gripping the edge of her levboard, “I saw behind—I managed to take the mask off.”

“Mask?” Truman stroked at his beard. “Why would a robot wear a mask?”

“Cyborg.” Gisu corrected. At Truman’s look, she elaborated. “He had a human face beneath the mask. I saw it…” She had to take a breath, here, before she could speak further. Morris’ reaction had been bad enough—Raz’ had been even worse.

“You think you saw his face.” Morris muttered. Gisu shot him a look.

“If you saw his face, then we can identify him!” Oleander smacked his fist against the table. “We need a description, stat!”

Gisu swallowed. Morris glared at her from across the table. “I don’t believe she actually saw its face,” he said to Truman, “because it’s really not believable in the slight—”

“It was Dion!” Gisu blurted out.

“Wh—we don’t know that!” Morris interjected—

“I saw his face! What more proof do you need?” Gisu slammed her hands on the table. Morris leaned forwards, his voice starting to rise as he and Gisu really started to argue.

“It was a high-stress situation! You could have been projecting—”

“I know what I saw—”

“It’s been four years—”

“You are literally concussed, you don’t get to argue—”

“Agents, please!” Hollis cut through the argument, hands smacking the table as she stood up. Gisu and Morris shrank back, chastened, and Hollis turned to Gisu. “You’re absolutely certain of what you saw?”

Gisu’s hands curled into fists in her lap. She thought back to the previous night, to the moment where she shoved down the hood and pried off the mask. “Yes.” She knew what she saw. Four years and a different hairstyle couldn’t keep her from recognizing him. “He was even doing flips around the ballroom,” she added, her throat tightening. “And yet it didn’t feel like him at all—” She took a breath. She was not about to cry in front of Hollis and Truman and Oleander. She wasn’t! “Something happened to him.”

“That much is clear.” Truman commented. He and Hollis shared a look, mentally conversing with each other and Oleander. After a moment, he spoke.

“That’s enough, you two. Dismissed.”

Morris wasted no time in rolling out, and Gisu stood to follow him. The third time she’d shared what she’d seen that night, and it still felt no less raw. As Morris turned down the corner without a word, Gisu almost followed him—though what she even wanted, she didn’t know. It wasn’t like he was in the mood to talk to her.

Gisu briefly considered hunting down Raz to check in with him, but—well. Raz had made it pretty clear that he needed space. Sam and Adam were out on a mission, and until Norma tracked her and Morris down for answers Gisu didn’t think she’d be up to being pestered. Everyone else either had something to do, or didn’t need Gisu hanging around bringing the mood down—

Gisu turned towards the atrium. She wasn’t really in a state to go skating, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do; chances were that Otto was in the lab and Gisu was too wound up and exhausted to work on any of her projects. So skating it was, at least until her head cleared. If it ever would.

Ugh, this whole thing was such a mess—and not the kind that anyone, least of all Gisu, had any idea how to fix.

Raz was right. Some space would do Gisu a whole lot of good right now.

Maybe it’d even help the knot in her chest.

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

flat on the floor (in spirit). I am so hungry you don't even KNOW

[keeps-ache]

why's all the colorful stuff always in the kids' options oTL

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...