So It Turns Out That My Everything In My 'photos' Folder On My Laptop Was Actually Saved On One Drive

reblogged here since i no longer use that account

FMA- Flames by ~Hikaru9

Still one of my best! Totally belongs on my tumblr.

Nov 22, 2017 Utah Grizzlies vs Manchester Monarchs -Manchester wins 1-2 in Shoot Out

Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante & Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Shiruton "Victoria" Doruyanaika, Eustass Captain Kidd, “Massacre Soldier” Killer Additional Tags: Time Travel, law thinks it's a dream / he's dying, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante Lives, Age Regression/De-Aging, Post-Wano Arc (One Piece), possible egghead spoilers, Near Drowning, Children In Danger, Trapped, Blood and Injury, Orphans, Kidd's not an angry boi yet, actually he's kinda a silly little guy, And Obnoxious Series: Part of Summer 2024 Ramblings Summary:

Its a light rain, warm fresh water splashing his face, the edge of a tropic storm building on the horizon. It picks at his memory, like a forgotten dream, a lullaby from the few calm points of his childhood; a point of peace where he knew he was going to die, but that was okay. He's thirteen again, and his world is ending, but it's okay, because he wasn't alone anymore.

Corazon is standing at the front of their tiny ship, staring out at the storm with a look of worry. He was just as Law remembered him, large and imposing as equal as soft and kind.

It was a nice dream to die in, Law supposed.

This loosely takes place after Blackbeard attacks the Polar Tang, but takes a sharp turn into AU after that. After being ambushed by Blackbeard, Law dreams of being 13 again, drifting on the sea in the last days he had with Corazon. But they end up on an island he's never seen before, lives tangling with people he's not sure he's ever met. Or maybe he has. In the end, Law's no longer so sure he's dreaming.

 - warning and tags will change as story goes on.

Look at these precious girlies!!

Each model took a few hours but they were so much fun. P.Tang was easier to piece together but did require just a little bit of glue while V.Punk fit so tightly it was difficult with some of the smaller pieces to assemble but stayed togther on her own.

More pictures available upon request. As wood models they're not exactly canon but could still be some nice reference materials

Someone: So are you a boy or a girl?

Me:

Kidd is 9 - almost 10 & Killer is 13 - almost 14

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Children in danger

dealing with past abandonment issues

beginnings of self-worth issues for the both of them

Kidd's kinda a little shit in this

Killer's not much better especially at the start

homeless/extreme poverty

Sleeping Together

as in actually sleeping

Huddled for warmth

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

"It's itchy"

"It's warm. Shut up"

"It's ugly."

"So are you. Now shut up."

"It smells funny."

Killer snarled at him, "Then fucking freeze for all I care!" He jerked away, crawling out of the cubby they'd nested down in for the night before stalking off, leaving Kidd shivering in the ugly monstrosity that he was pretty sure had been thrown out for good reason. He knew beggars couldn't be choosers, but this thing couldn't possibly be a real coat someone had made on purpose. He was pretty sure it was some animal's actual skin and the body had just rotted out and left it's fur behind.

Kidd sulked in the dark hole, nose wrinkled at the weird wet smell of the coat. It was far smaller than their last place, but Killer had insisted they move once the weather changed. And then he'd packed it with all the cloth and paper trash he could find until the two of them barely fit anymore.

A month ago it had been unbearable. Last week it had been a claustrophobic nightmare. Half an hour ago, it had been a warm safe - if not smell, itchy - place to sleep. Kidd pulled the coat to his chin, watching the open space warily.  Eventually, everyone left and never came back again. He wondered if this would be the time Killer didn't come back.

Little frozen flakes of snow were starting to cling to the cold metal scrap at the mouth of their shelter. Still no Killer.

Well good riddance. At least this time Kidd would know why. He'd leave his ungrateful ass behind too if he could.

Still.. Still, there was a hurt that Kidd didn't like at all, a painful knot in his chest that just got worse when he sniffed back the hot angry tears that threatened. He threaded his arms through the coat sleeves and hugged himself just so he didn't feel so alone, staring at the dark shadows of insulation.

"Killer?" he wasn't begging. He didn't Beg, not anymore. But..

"What?" came a dull reply and Kidd scrambled out from the shelter, looking frantically around to see Killer sitting in the snow above the crawl-way, knees pulled up to his chin, hunched in on himself.

He looked as miserable as Kidd felt.

Kidd looked away, scrubbing at his own face, before sniffing disdainfully. "What are you doing, sitting out here like that. You stupid or something?"

Killer just shrugged, talking to his knees, "The way you were bitching, didn't seem like you wanted me around right now." His hair had curled a bit when it was still warm enough to melt the snow, and now the flakes clung to the wild edges like a white halo, making it look twice as thick as normal.

It was going to be a whole ordeal to try and get it dried now. Kidd scowled. "So you are stupid."

Killer chuckled, his stupid little fwa fwa laugh that had Kidd rolling his eyes.

"Would you get back inside before you turn into Am Fear Liath Mòr or some shit?"

"I dunno. Being that tall might be cool."

"Tch. Good luck with that," Kidd snickered, pulling the coat higher and staring at Killer until the teen got the hint and got up. It took some negotiating, but they crawled back inside, Kidd frowning at the wet cold chill that had ensnared Killer and followed them into the dark.

Killer's face was pale, a hint of blue at his lips and fingers, and Kidd did not like at all how Killer refused to nestle back under the coat with him, like he was suddenly afraid to touch him. Which was really stupid because they'd never had that problem before.

"You can stop being dumb now," Kidd told him matter-of-fact, kicking at him a little to get Killer to stop trying to cuddle him from outside the coat. "Seriously, you're practically the Greyman already, get under the coat."

It was hard to see Killer's expression like this, but Kidd could picture it in his mind, that pout he did where his nose scrunched up and his lips went flat and he looked completely unamused with whatever shit Kidd was caught up in at the time. Only this time, it was trying to get Killer warmed back up and Kidd was starting to worry just a little bit.

"I'm... You'll get cold."

"And I'll warm you back up - world balances itself out. Now come on, we don't have all night! I'm tired."

Killer relented and Kidd very carefully did not hiss or flinch when Killer's cold skin brushed his own, and then Kidd pretended he wasn't imitating an octopus and wrapping himself around his friend for any particular reason. He only relaxed when Killer finally warmed up enough to start shivering again.

One day... one day he'd be Boss, Kidd decided, he'd be Boss and he'd have all the nicest clothes and him and Killer would have those pretty fur coats that didn't smell funny. They'd have clothes that wouldn't itch and and would belong to just them. Killer wouldn't have to dig clothes out of the trash anymore or beg Victoria for old things that she'd outgrown. And he wouldn't have to worry about making them last or trying to patch them up for Kidd to wear next. No more wrappings around shoes because the soles starting coming off, or Killer trying to fold old newspapers up in a way to replace them entirely when Kidd accidentally lost one in the Heaps running away from the dogs.

Kidd looked away from the piling snow outside, burying his face in the crook of Killer's neck, coat pulled up high around them both to fight the chill.

One day.

ART WIPS

Flats and WIP paintings for Reposed Rebellions - a 90's Rural/Western Teenager AU featuring Kidd & Killer, with guest appearances of Heat & Wire

images ordered to look nicer - not in story order

13 year old Kidd messing with Victoria's Punk - a Datsun 620 (aka 4hooker lil'Hustler) - currently owned by Killer.

Wire at work repairing fences, dressing in hated work appropriate attire.

15 year old Kidd (post accident) - Killer finding a way to keep Kidd driving by shifting for him.

16 year old Kidd driving the Punk

Killer teaching 14 year old Kidd (pre accident) how to drive

17 year old Kidd and the guys off to cause shenanigans and mayhem

Fri Oct 27

You can Read Fanlan’s story yourself on Ao3!! (please mind the tags)

STRESS RELIEF

Chapters: 38/38 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Gabriel (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Uriel (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Sandalphon (Good Omens) Additional Tags: so much abuse to Aziraphale, Gas Lighting, Beating, Rape, Just dark stuff, wanted to make something dark, Crowley will comfort him later, Don't worry, just gotta break his angel first, Hurt Aziraphale (Good Omens), Protective Crowley, Whump, and hurt comfort, PTSD, Rape Recovery, Aziraphale Whump (Good Omens), Abusive Relationships, Self Harm Series: Part 1 of Of Sinful Souls in Heaven and the Saintly in Hell Summary:

Gabriel likes to use Aziraphale to work out pent out frustration and anger, often leaving the Principality bloody, bruised and psychologically scarred.

Look at the wonderful book @mekachu04 sent me!!

It can sit with honor next to the GO novel and special edition screen play on my shelf 🥰