Smiling At Our Worst, Crying At Our Best

be my guest. please.

Preview da NOVA COMIC do PISCINA PRODUCTIONS: Festinha do Alfredo

sacrificed my hands and meal time for this asshole was worth it

anyway Happy birthday Hajime

experimenting with colours and ngl i think i ate

who ordered the sillies

Mia Taylor

the yearly ibuki drawing!

Bandori girl designs from a few years back!

Happy Birthday to them!! <3

At least she'll be gorgeous forever

tw: Suicide, Rape briefly mentioned, Major character death, Spoilers of Flipside. This one is following THAT ending where Nicole fucks Jecka's life by being a foot whore with Jecka's Dad . . .

Jecka has been out a while. After yelling at Nicole about how the brunette was doing feet stuff with her dad, she rushed to her room. No more sounds were heard, as Jecka’s Dad voice kept Nicole occupied. She was having some fun, having so much control over the situation. After Jecka refused to share her money maker job with her, she felt like she had to pay it back somehow.

And she did. Stepping on her dad. Sounds reasonable.

“I’m so fucking done with this”, in a shaking voice, were Jecka’s final words.

After some time, Nicole knocks at Jecka’s door after interrupting the “feet section” she was having with her Dad:

— Jecka? Are you there? I was starting to think that what I did was maybe too much. I mean, you deserved it, you were like, a bitch not sharing your money maker career with me, but I can let it pass now that I fucked with your life–

As Nicole opens the door, she sees a terrifying sight. Her eyes widen. Jecka is lying down at her bed, in lingerie and jeans shorts. Lots of percs by her side. An entire bottle, spread against the mattress. And there lies her cold and stagnant body. There is a note by the bed. Still a bit in shock, Nicole grabs the note and reads it.

“Is this perspective?

Remember when you were like 12 and watching some shitty Law and Order rip off show?

There was always an episode where the cops interview a hooker from the scene of the crime, and she was like this bad neighborhood ornament, like, had no story beyond. 

‘Yeah, I was sucking dick and heard a gunshot.’

And then you barely think about her. 

You watch it like that's just supposed to be the stupid whore character. 

Like that's her thing. It doesn't even come into your mind. You just passively think, oh, I'll never be her. 

But then you grow up to be gorgeous. Get handouts for it. Your parents get divorced, your friends move away. You need drugs and money and money for drugs. 

And are these excuses or justifications? You tell me. I told myself I was a sex worker, not lazy, pathetic, desperate — a ‘sex worker’.

Sex worker felt a lot better than whore, but it didn't change the reality. 

Reality is, I was just another stupid whore. I was a dumb, stupid, fucking foot whore. So laugh all you want. Forget about me all you want. 

But at least I'll be gorgeous forever.”

— … Damn Jecka. You always know how to make me feel bad. At least you died pretty hot… As you wanted to, i guess.

She walks around for a few seconds. Her hands feel her pulsation — none. Then, she looks around.

— Where did you put your cigarettes? I really need one right now.

Nicole roams throughout the room a bit more, finding some cigarettes on her bedside table, with some adderall.

— Yeah, I’ll be taking that. I mean, I told you I wanted to kill myself first, but nooo, you had to take that from me…

Nicole lights up a cigarette, gulps down an adderall and walks out of the room after walking around for some good minutes. 

She goes to the dad’s room.

— Hey, I still have some good 5 minutes with you here! — he yells.

Nicole puffs some smoke.

— Rules changed. Your daughter killed herself.

— W—What? That bitch—

Staring at the smoke, Nicole reflects on her words. Jecka was really dead. Her only friend is lying down, coldly, all because she couldn’t let it slide.

— … Crap… — for the first time in a long while, guilt can be felt on her expression.

Without even hearing his words, she just leaves the house. No goodbyes, nothing. She would be back at the funeral though. 

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Two weeks later, at school, she finds herself roaming through the halls, until she is stopped by Emily.

— Don’t you have any classes right now? I’m pretty sure you skipped enough to actually repeat a year…

— Since when have you talked to me in free and spontaneous will?

— It is not like you have anyone after– Emily interrupts herself — I mean…

— … — Nicole sighs —Talking about Jecka’s suicide is not a taboo, cunt. 

— I see you are coping really well with it… — the blonde answers sarcastically.

— Well, she was your biggest client, are you not affected at all?

— She payed me $5 a week for adderall, if that’s is my biggest client I would rather be raped by the homeless guy down the road.

— I just don’t care about classes anymore. Jecka was the only thing that tied me to this place. The only thing bearable. — she stops herself for some seconds — And, fuck, she is gone. She is gone because I did what I do best. Being a shit friend.

Nicole stops again, but returns:

— You know what? I hate you. I hate everyone who goes here. Every man is a fucking pedophile and every girl is just unbearable to talk to. And she used to buy most of my drugs, so I am out of it too.

— Bitch, I literally sell drugs. Just buy from me.

— I do not fucking care! — she yells — Jecka ’s dead because of me and I killed the only thing that kept me sane in this stupid place. I’m killing myself, goodbye. — she walks away, ignoring everything around her.

— Damn, I lost that client too… I’m going to see if Kelly is interested in some adderall. — Emily turns her back and goes in the opposite direction.

Nicole walked through the hall, aiming for the exit, when she was interrupted by the mentioned, Kelly, who was going to class.

— Aren’t you supposed to be in photography right now?

— Yeah, change of plans, I’m killing myself now.

— Oh, cool. Is this because of Jecka?

— I have no fucking idea, my dad killed himself! I have a lot of excuses!

— She was nice, and hot. I miss her.

— … I miss her too. — Nicole sighs in clear honesty.

— Sorry for asking, but how did she die?

— Oh, I— Uh— I— Was… Uh… Engaging with her dad?

— DID YOU FUCK HER DAD????

— No, but somehow this is better than that I did

— …You are really fucked up… — Kelly says, almost in pity.

— Tell me something new. — and then, she walks out. Nicole walks out of the school, without looking.

And then, she stops in the middle of the street, noticing lights.