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Kidd & Killer

16. HighSchool

Kidd - 14 | Killer - 18

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Puberty found Kidd

meaning inconvenient erections

and some possible pining but he's not ready to explore that

additionally, note the ages,

and that they are still sharing a bed

Killer's working for one of the island's bigger bosses

Kidd is really smart

even if he's essentially illiterate

Killer's using his mob connection to get Kidd textbooks

... and to better their lives in other ways

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

It's impossible to ignore that things are changing between the two of them. Life is change, but Kidd didn't remember a time not living in Killer's pockets and now he's got more him time then he knows what to do with. Where Killer used to be, Kidd is either alone or bullying the other Heaps punks that think he's easy pickings since he's solo. They don't make that mistake twice, and Kidd has to admit, the occasional throw down is exhilarating. He might start pulling his punches and hoping someone will come back for a round two.

Admittingly, Killer used to ditch him often enough to go hook up with Victoria, sneaking back in at the eleventh hour and Kidd would roll his eyes and pretend he hadn't been sitting up waiting for him to come crawling into bed. When she'd kicked the both of them to the curb last year, Kidd thought that would the end of that. Except Killer still was disappearing on him during the day now.

Killer'd been an early riser their whole lives, so Kidd was used to waking up alone. The older boy - man now, Kidd supposed - wasn't a deep sleeper to start with and had always had trouble sleeping past sunrise. But he rarely went far before Kidd was also up for the day. Lately, the moment Kidd picked his head off the pillow, Killer was heading out.

He'd maybe see him for lunch, but unless Kidd asked him in advance to stick around, Killer was a ghost until evening.

Which was whatever. Kidd didn't care. Hell - it was maybe a little nice in the morning, ever since Kidd had come to the mortifying revelation that the only time he didn't wake up rock hard these days was because he'd creamed his pants at some point in his sleep. Which could have been awkward as hell considering that most places they squatted were too small or too drafty to sleep in any configuration other then curled up together, including the dingy shack they were holed up in now.

Still lazying in their little shared 'bed' now - a broken singles' mattress filled with paper trash - Kidd had to think very hard about not imagining what it was like to sleep next to Killer every night, to imagine Killer still in bed with him in the morning. With a whine, he drug his fingers down his face, pulling his head out of those thoughts, and forced himself up and to his feet. He either needed to deal with this or clear his head, and then get on with his morning.

Killer had left him a filled canteen of clean water, a couple hard boiled eggs, fresh baked bread and a new book.

Another part of their new normal; breakfast and a gift. Killer had fell in good favour with one of the bosses back when they still ran with Victoria, and without her taking up his free time, Killer had been taking on more errands for the gangs. Kidd wasn't real sure how he felt about all that yet. He was vaguely aware Killer had been involved with the gangs before they'd become a duo, but an island wide coup d'etat left him on the loosing side. He'd been pretty paranoid about the bosses since then, but Victoria had to go and change his mind about them all not being vicious warmongers. Boss Athair didn't ask for Killer's loyalty and paid more coin for a single errand then the both of them usually scrapped together in a fortnight.

Enough for three fresh meals a day. Enough to pay someone to actually wash their clothes instead of rinsing them in seawater and beating them on the rocks until they were 'clean' or fell apart. Every one of Killer's safe-caches had a full coin purse, and now even Kidd's did too. 

If it kept up, they might even be able to rent a real room next winter, in a real building.

With blankets or even a fireplace.

An actual bed, without bugs and weird smelling mold spots.

A bookshelf for the text books Killer kept finding somewhere.

School books belonging to some Cailean MacCeannard according to the front end page. Killer had several of the guys books by this point, a few clearly ancient primers, but then some more advanced stuff that was way more interesting, like one on that claimed to be the 7th edition of Heat and Thermodynamics, or the Fundamentals of the Theory of Electricity. Granted, Kidd only probably understood a quarter of what the books were talking about, Killer reading out large passages to him some nights since Kidd's reading skills were pretty lacking. Killer didn't understand most of what he said, but Kidd urged him on regardless, Killer's steady voice bringing the author's ideas to life for Kidd.

Today's book was Nonlinear Magnetohydrodynamics and Kidd had not the foggiest what that was suppose to mean, but he flipped through it, studying the diagrams with little context, but still fascinated as he munched on one of the eggs. This one lacked Cailean's name, but did have a some Marine Base Library Stamp on it and it filled him with glee to read the "Library Copy. Do not Remove from Premises" embossed on the title page.

"Mine now," he cackled to himself.

Finish product from this cross stitch

Cross posted to Deviantart and newgrounds

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Minor Characters, Original Characters Additional Tags: Lucifer is implied to be Lucifer (TV), rewritting irl dogma fo my own narrative needs, Hurt!Crowley, Crowley's Fall (Good Omens), Crowley Was Not Raphael Before Falling (Good Omens), Aziraphale Was Raphael (Good Omens), Principalities outranking Archangels is Crowley's fault, Crowley's Name is Crawly | Crawley (Good Omens), Aziraphale Being an Asshole (Good Omens), Lucifer is not Satan, No beta we fall like Crowley, who was pushed btw, most of what we know about angels is kinda wrong, and that's crowley's fault, some times it was by accident, some times it's cause crowley was being a little shit, Aziraphale was a cherubim, Aziraphale was a warrior, smite-y aziraphale, Pre-Canon Series: Part 6 of Nanowrimo 2019, Part 2 of Every Step Summary:

Ties in with the I'll think of you every step of the way universe, but doesn't fit in the narrative of that story. This is more Crowley's side to that story, with hints of Aziraphale, while I'll think of you every step of the way was the reverse. I do recommend reading this second as it is meant to expand on ideas that have already been introduced, or at least wait until after chapter 6

dyed the fabric myself - and as i was stitching i realize that i did not go big enough... so had to shift the canvas over and free hand the lettering. Still - absolute blast and may use the base to stitch out some other ships later on

original pattern on etsy:

When Life Gives You Lemons Cross Stitch Pattern for 9-inch Hoop - Etsy

Day 4: Leaving Kutzk

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.” – Professor Stephen Hawking

I grew up pretty rural, and while the sky never was /this/ clear, the stars were something awesome to witness. Its still my favourite sights when I go home to visit my mother.

As a teenager, my family hosted an exchange student for the summer; she was from Tokyo. We spend most of the summer evenings just star-gazing. I will never forget - the night sky was the thing that she loved most about her visit. Having never lived in a city at that time, i didn't understand yet.

Could turn anyone Pirate, me thinks.

I think of my friend, her first clear night in the mountains. She had no words for the sight. I imagine what that first night after leaving Kustukku would be like - to actually /see/ the night sky for the first time, no city light pollution or smog to hide it away.

Sky photo “Gran Firmamento” – Jorgelina Alvarez - Marambio Base – Antarctica

Original Prompt Post by @gratefulcheeses

the A Side [part one] Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eustass Kidd & Killer, Eustass Kidd/Killer (slow build and left implied|sub-text), Heat & Wire (One Piece), Implied Wire/Heat Characters: Eustass Kidd, Killer (One Piece), Wire (One Piece) - briefly, Heat (One Piece) - briefly, Eustass Kidd's mom - noncanon [she’s nice], Killer's dad - noncanon [he’s not] Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - No Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit, Killer gets to embrace that pre-timeskip look again, Vaguely Highschool AU, USA Western Rural 90's AU, Underage Driving, Underage Marijuana Use, Drunk!Killer, Homophobia, hurt!Kidd, Amputation Aftermath, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Schrödinger's cat!Killer, Victoria Punk is a Datsun 620 - aka 4 hooker lil'Hustler, the four Emperors are basically Cattle barons, parental assault on their adult child, secretly smart!Kidd, Blood and Injury, hurt!Killer, Animal Attack, Animal Death, Rural|Farm|Ranch life, Killer Heat & Wire are all in the closet together for most of this, Kidd's too busy with everything else to have even thought about it yet, ends where the beginning starts, high school dropout!Killer, Kidd from ages 14 through 19, Marijuana, killer from ages 18 to 23, heat and wire both in early 20s, driving without a license 

Series: Part of Summer 2024 Summary:

Nobody leaves this shithole alive; Kidd grows up in the poor american west, just the son of another ranch hand that circles the drain. Every step forward feels like two steps back, and it feels like the only reason he can keep his head above water is the tiny handful of people drowning themself to push him up to surface again.

Kidd grows up in the poor american west, just the son of another ranch hand that circles the drain. He at least had one best friend out there in the sticks, and the two try to keep each other from drowning. - aka - short snippets of rural life told around driving a stick shift

Anyone interested in a 2024 winter card? Dm me the address its getting sent to

Happy Holidays

Winter is upon us (if you live in the northern hemisphere) and the shortening days demand we spend as many daylight hours as we have in celebration.

I’m going to be sending out snail mail cards for the winter season; if you would like one, please send me a message or ask telling me the address is going to. If you want a specific holiday, let me know too. This is open to anyone who wants one, no need to follow me back or send one in return if you don’t want to

May 1st 1990!

I first read the book about 10 yrs ago after my friend, who owns a used bookstore that actually does sell books; recommended it to my roommate ( @sentra04 ) and myself. I had been pretty deep in his catalog of “anything by Neil Gaiman” at the time and readily accepted the book. It was an absolute delight and a rather insightful as well as hilarious look at humanity, destiny, and free will.

 We had liked it enough to talk about the book with another friend who lived nearby that I had met in an anime fandom, who instantly lit up and talked about how she had read it as a child and upon looking back, little her had “totally shipped Aziraphale and Crowley” and how she had “wanted them to spend their time in the bookshop drinking and talking together forever!” I definitely agreed with that sentiment. 

In all honesty, my only complaint about the book was there was just not enough Aziraphale and Crowley in it. 

Enter the Good Omens TV series. It came around at a time in my life when I really needed it, and was the loving adaptation this beloved book deserved. PLUS more of Aziraphale and Crowley to love and relate to. These characters helped me find a passion for my art again and were a bright spot in a world I hadn’t realized turned gray. Love of this book and show has helped rekindle and  strengthen old friendships as well as build new ones. 

So Thank You to @neil-gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchett for your wonderful book, and congratulations! And thank you to the fandom! You’ve brought me so much joy and made this blog a success. I had made it at the end of June last year for unrelated reasons (spite, anger and spite) and you’ve all helped to grow it into an active place to share a truly bright and positive experience. It has just clicked over to 900 followers this week and I’m so grateful!

To Good Omens and it’s legacy!