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[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. It’s two 3 panel comics that illustrates the same sequence. The first focuses on Vash. In the first panel, he’s in a hurried motion with a worried expression. In the second, he’s stopped, huffing a breath out as he’s scanning for Wolfwood (not pictured). In the final panel, he breaks out into a relieved smile, eyes lighting up with warm cheeks.
The second comic focuses on Wolfwood. In the first panel, he’s looking downwards to the right with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a neutral expression. On his face are notable scratch marks to indicate him being in a fight prior. In the second panel, he turns towards the viewer, lifting his head as he notices Vash (as from the previous sequence). In the final panel, he smiles warmly with teeth and holds up a peace sign. END ID]
[ID: Sketchy black and white drawings of Vash and Wolfwood, continuing off the comic. Wolfwood’s back is to the viewer while Vash’s profile can be seen, now by Wolfwood’s side. He has a bright smile as he says to Wolfwood, “You’re safe!” Wolfwood responses, bearing a grin too, “Who do ya think yer talking to? ‘Course I am. Look, I got them alive.” He points to two figures who are tied up and have comically large head bumps. Vash looks to them with an uncertain expression as he says, “Oh! You did, huh… Are you sure they’re alive?” Wolfwood, with a more irritated expression, responds “What, didn’t think I could do it?” Vash says, “No, no! I knew you could!” and pats Wolfwood on the cheek and his head comfortingly. END ID]
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@notjustdragonspages
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Defo the robo hand fidgets! Sprout fidgeting with his own prosthetic hand whenever he is nervous, scared, or uncomfortable in any form! Usually includes squeezing his flesh hand with the robo one, picking underneath and around the finger joints especially, or just holding the hands together and rubbing them. Something something the arm in general is just a massive comfort for him and he enjoys feeling it there
Though this also extends to Poptart, at least in my brain since it was never shown directly in the comic before I took sprouts arm haha. Poptart would also enjoy taking sprouts robot hand and fidgeting with it in some way if the hand was not occupied. Something something wanted to get used to what the metal would feel like since he would soon get one
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The mixed fruit one :)
@friendlyneighborhoodterrapin
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Theres two kinds of Poptart keychain owners-
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EEe I am happy you are excited baha, def is helping my confidence for this! :) Apologies I may have to cut the buttons though by the looks of that poll since I know you were looking forward to those- but I may come back to them in the future!
@luckylazylurker
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Currently, 46! As voted on by this no context poll!
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Yes the Casey in that timeline is also grown up! I have a tiny plotline about this in my head but I am unsure if it will make it to comic form, but to put it short he left the main base to explore what was left of its world
@tinydragon4001
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ASHDJKNSDFJKN!!!!!! !!@! @!28*!*!*#!@*&@#*!!!!! @karmacomesaround please take care of keychain poptart <3 hes very sensitive and like 60% of other potential buyers want to be mean to him :(
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When they become such, there comes with the change the curse of immortality; they cannot die, but must go on age after age adding new victims and multiplying the evils of the world; for all that die from the preying of the Un-Dead becomes themselves Un-Dead, and prey on their kind. And so the circle goes on ever widening, like as the ripples from a stone thrown in the water. Friend Arthur, if you had met that kiss which you know of before poor Lucy die; or again, last night when you open your arms to her, you would in time, when you had died, have become nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe, and would all time make more of those Un-Deads that so have fill us with horror. The career of this so unhappy dear lady is but just begun. Those children whose blood she suck are not as yet so much the worse; but if she live on, Un-Dead, more and more they lose their blood and by her power over them they come to her; and so she draw their blood with that so wicked mouth. But if she die in truth, then all cease; the tiny wounds of the throats disappear, and they go back to their plays unknowing ever of what has been.
It seems van Helsing's conception of the way vampirism spreads is very liberal. You don't need to do much special at all. If ever anyone is a victim of a vampire, then they too will eventually become a vampire. Based on what he thinks of Arthur's danger from the kiss, it might not necessarily even have to be from a bite. Or at least, maybe he thought she would bite him when she kissed him, and that would be all it takes.
He also believes that if the 'sire' is killed (to use pop culture vampire lingo which doesn't appear at all in this book I'm pretty sure), all the victims who are still alive will be saved. So long as they don't die before Lucy is killed, every one of the children she has drank from will remain human. But if any of them died, they would become a vampire even if they didn't die immediately or because of her feeding on them.
I don't know that I buy this, simply because it could lead to so exponential a growth of vampires. If this were the case then presumably all the people Dracula has killed thus far would become vampires. Well, maybe van Helsing thinks they only turn into vampires if they have been drunk from at least once, but even then it seems like there would be tons of vampires in Transylvania from Dracula's long life there. Maybe he knows about this and is selective in who he kills, or he somehow ensures they don't rise as vampires most of the time afterwards. But even then I feel like this theory needs some tweaking to make sense.
My personal belief is that death via blood loss is necessary to make a vampire. In rare cases it may be possible to circumvent that by turning them in some other way, but it has to be an intentional act. This definitely slows the spread of vampires but at least it explains why Dracula is so set on a particular prey until the end (in addition to him hating being denied what he wants).
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Just thought about sam coming back from work one day with a cute little cat because tara always wanted one.
Christina and Mr. Carpenter had no intention of taking care of another creature, so they never got one. The closest thing tara got to a pet was a small teddy bear plushie sam won for her when they were kids.
But today, on her way back home from work, sam saw a cute kitty on the sidewalk. She saw its cute brown eyes begging her not to leave, they reminded her a lot of tara's. Then she noticed that the little cat had a small scar on its paw (just like her little sister), and that's when she decided this cat was meant to be theirs.
Sam has noticed that tara has been feeling lonely lately, chad and mindy are coming over less often because chad is still recovering and mindy is spending time taking care of her brother and sam is always at work or at therapy.
Maybe a cute little friend would be helpful.
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let's throw a curve ball (is that the right metaphor? I know nothing) 21 and/or 16 for the Caleb/WD* au
*Willie's Dad ;P
How do I even explain this AU? Well, Yeo wrote in some fic or tags something about Caleb being Willie's stepdad and it spiraled from there.
Today had been awesome. He had spent the morning skating around town, landing some sick tricks, and then he and Alex had a date. They'd gone to a cute little cafe and a music store and gotten ice cream together and talked and talked and kissed for hours.
So yeah, Willie had an excellent day.
Until he came home and found his dad making out with his dance teacher in the kitchen. Like, full on making out, with tongues and teeth and rucked up shirts and in the kitchen where Willie made his sandwiches.
"What the fuck?" he blurted out, because seriously, what the fuck?
"Willie!" Dad said, and gross, his lips are all shiny and his face is all flushed. "Okay, so, I can explain..."
"IN THE KITCHEN?" Willie shouted instead, because well. He knew his dad wasn't straight. And had recently started dating again. Though could he have found anyone else to date besides his dance teacher? "With my dance teacher? Really dad? You couldn't just go on the apps like a normal person?"
"Well actually," Caleb started, and Willie decided he really didn't want to hear the rest of that story. And Caleb wasn't his teacher here, so Willie didn't have to listen to him. So he covered his ears and shouted 'ew ew ew' all the way to his room.
He hid under the covers, trying to wrap his head around this. He pulled Lancelot close, burying his face in the plush dragon's soft stomach.
He'd told dad he was fine with him dating. And he was. But why did it have to be his teacher? What if they broke up and Willie had to switch dance schools? Or worse, what if they stayed together and Willie still had to switch because of bias or something? Those classes were cut-throat sometimes, and he could see the dance moms out for blood if Willie got a part they wanted their kid to have and they found out Caleb was dating Willie's dad.
Because it wasn't like he disliked Caleb, or anything. Sure, he was a little extra sometimes, but that's part of what made class fun. And he never got weird about gender stuff, all parts were cast based only on talent. The dress code was lax, and the rules weren't so stifling they made dancing un-fun, unlike some of the other studios Willie had tried.
Also Caleb was just really cool and accepting. And funny, in a snarky way. And he never let anyone get away with any kind of bullying. And when Willie was having trouble with a certain part of the routine, he let Willie stay after class and worked with him on it.
So okay, maybe Willie understood those were all things that could be nice for a boyfriend to have. Alex was also cool, and funny, and kind, and principled. But still... the kitchen. Where they ate.
There was a knock on the door, and Willie grumbled out a 'whaaat'. Because he wasn't actually mad at his dad or anything.
"I brought you Oreos as a peace offering," his dad said, sticking his head through the door.
Willie sat up, pouting. "You may enter," he allowed, making grabby hands. He had no idea where Dad had hid those from him, because usually Oreos didn't last in this house.
Dad sat on the bed with him, forking over the goods. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Caleb sooner," he said, as soon as Willie's face was stuffed with cookies so he couldn't talk back. His dad was a wily one. "We really wanted to make sure we had something before we told you."
"Do you?" Willie asked.
The way his dad's face turned shy and happy at the same time said everything Willie needed to know. "I think so. I really like him, Willie."
"Uh yeah, I could tell," Willie said, because while he was happy for his dad, he did Not Want To See That. The shy smile turned into an embarrassed grimace. "Two rules. One: no matter what happens, you won't make me switch dance classes, and Caleb won't be weird about it."
"I promise," Dad said, holding out his pinkie. Willie hooked his pinkie around it, and they shook on it. "What about the second rule?"
"No sex in the kitchen!" Willie said. "Or any of the shared living spaces! No sex on the couch, or in the garden, or on the stair case, or wherever else you two want to get nasty."
His dad sighed, but held his pinkie out again. Only when he promised that did Willie deign to share his Oreos.
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Decided to check out the audio drama Fawx & Stallion this weekend and GUYS... guys this show is SO FUNNY. I couldn't stop laughing for the first three episodes straight.
It's the story of some wannabe detectives living in Victorian London. Specifically, they live at 224B Baker Street, just across the street from a certain pair of decidedly more famous detectives--and they're sick and tired of having all their potential cases scooped by Sherlock Fucking Holmes. Luckily for them, while Holmes and Watson are out of town looking into some matter about a dog, a new case comes along and drops--by default--into our would-be heroes' laps.
And just who are these aspiring crime-solvers?
Hampton Fawx: detective and gentleman. What he lacks in common sense he makes up for with raw theater-kid enthusiasm.
James Stallion: gentleman and detective. A loyal friend and companion when he's not being a self-important arse. Runs on approximately 20% gin and 80% spite.
and finally Madge: neither gentleman nor detective. She's just been stood up by her date and she's going to make that everyone else's problem. She'll agree to help on this case just for the Drama.
It's a hysterical romp so far. A lighthearted farce set just offscreen from Holmes' own capers (for now!). Our main trio lacks even a single braincell to share between them, but by GOD they're going to solve this case and I'm going to be cheering them on the whole way there!
From what I can tell, new episodes are typically every other Monday, but the show's on a short hiatus for the holidays, to return in 2023. The first five are currently available to listen to, though, and I highly recommend it!
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