St. Voggel's Academy of Solarian Nothique

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Homecoming

 Heya folks. To celebrate Pride Month, I've decided to give the boys a little more attention in my next couple of pieces. For instance, this long-belated answer to Meryl's question that she asked at the end of her little account a few summers ago.

It turns out that her husband coming home from overseas didn't really change much of anything after all. Just sort of a "same, but moreso" kind of adjustment to the status quo.~

May

The may flowers have been watered, but they could use some nutrients now. 😉

Going Greek

 I'm not sure what the story is for this one. I just felt like drawing something fraternity/sorority-ish.

Social Distancing Montage

Hey all! Sorry for the long silence. I hope you're all healthy and doing okay.

So, as you might imagine, recent events have been putting a pretty restrictive limiter on my opportunity for candid portraiture. Luckily, over the last couple of weeks some of my friends who are fortunate enough to have someone to be socially distanced with have been kind enough to send me some selfies, GoPro recordings, and the like for me to draw from.

Special thank you's to all contributors! You guys and gals are the best. Meryl, you may want to check the video you sent me from around 3:45 onward, if you haven't already.

We Card

Heather has been trying to get in touch with Perry again since September, and recently she succeeded. They've gone on a couple of dates now, but things went south when Perry promised he could sneak her some drinks during a busy night at Carlo's. Yeah, Carlo is sharper than he seems at times, and he wasn't happy about having his liquor license put in jeopardy.

Perry pointed out that the United States is one of the only countries in the world that doesn't allow legal adults like Heather to consume alcohol, and that it's insane that she can serve in the military but not drink. Heather continued herself, and told Carlo that the entire systemic criminalization of American youth is a calculated move to benefit the police state, drug cartels, and for-profit prison industry. Carlo bent both of them over and paddled their butts purple.

Double Dose

I drove Perry in for an exam earlier this week. We won't get into his medical situation, but it's nothing too serious, don't worry. 😄 It seemed like pretty smooth sailing, but then he somehow managed to knock over a sample jar and broke it while the nurse was doing his job. We both helped clean it up, but poor nurse Pietro told him that he wasn't going to get away with his carelessness unpunished, and that it would probably be in his best interest to let him take care of it instead of letting the doctor take it upon herself.

I've never seen that boy on the giving end before, so this was an interesting turn of events, albeit a tragically ironic one. Because, well...despite Pietro's best efforts, it didn't make a difference.

Oh well.~

Haunted House Of Halloween Horrors

Happy Halloween, y'alls! Last night was pretty wild. There's a townhouse a couple neighborhoods away that a friend of a friend said was going to put on one heck of a display, and one that might be relevant to my particular interests. They were right on both counts!

So, first things first. The haunted house tour starts (like fun often does) with entry through the back door. They had a bit of a yard squished up against the neighboring fences, and that acted as the leadup to their jack-o-lantern display.

Nice, round pumpkins. Our scarecrow greeter seems to have gotten hot candlewax all over them repeatedly, but accidents happen you know?

We heard ominous giggling and chanting from behind the door, and after being ushered through it we came upon a scene of ghastly diabolism.

I guess it's an improvement over conventional witchcraft, what with only the victim's butt being sacrificed instead of the entire thing. More sustainable, I suspect, since you can reuse them.

The next room featured a curiously genderflipped appearance by Count Dracula and Mina Harker. 

Though I do have to say, Dracula's outfit looked more like an indecisive attempt at Dio Brando than anything else...and the Countess might have also thought more carefully about how much skin she was showing and how much makeup this would neccessitate. Still, the enthusiasm from both parties more than made up for it!

Finally, the house included the laboratory of an aneurotypical empiricist performing some spooky and absolutely 100% ethical experiments.

I'm not sure what concoction she was testing, exactly, but if thrashing and muffled cries were the desired result I'd call it a smashing success! Can't wait for the patent.

That was the whole walking tour. Some really interesting people live here, I'll be sure to try and get in touch with them in the future. For now, I hope you all enjoyed the holiday as much as I did.

Unfinished Business

The day after the beach officially closed down, a certain lifeguard-evading, cell-phone-recording young man thought it would be safe to enjoy the last of the early autumn sun. Turns out, he wasn't the only one.

Towel Troubles

I ended up striking up a conversation with those interminably naughty nurses after my appointment, and paying one of them a visit the next day. He was in the shower when I knocked, but his roommate let me in.

Well, as soon as he got OUT of the shower, roomie started complaining about how he keeps coming out before drying himself completely and dripping water all over the living room carpet. He had a point. More importantly though, our favorite male nurse accidentally dropped the towel wrapped around his midsection during the ensuing argument, and we both saw the aftermath of yesterday's workplace indiscretion.

As a wise Brianna once told me, "we spankers are like hornets. When one of us stings, we leave a signal behind that tells others to attack the same target." I told her she was full of shit at the time, but now I'm beginning to wonder.

Rowan's Internship

So, Rowan got into the summer program he was applying for last month. He wants to go into veterinary medicine, and there's a non-profit based not too far away that offers summer internships at their wildlife and stray animal rescue and rehabilitation center. I happen to be in the same neck of the woods while visiting my family this summer, so I stopped by at the place to catch up with one of the neighborhood cuties.

I turned out to have the strangest timing; Rowan had just gotten in some hot water with the main vet who runs the place for feeding a dog that was supposed to have surgery soon. According to him, it just looked too sad and hungry, and he couldn't resist. According to her, while that sort of compassion is certainly an asset for a future vet, he needs to be taught to reign it in when needed if he wants to succeed in the field. Luckily, she turned out to be far more skilled and experienced in providing aversion therapy than any of the interns had suspected. I arrived just as she'd finished, and left him in the corner of the intern dorm building's common room, where one of his fellow veterinarians-to-be was just approaching him.

His new friend had a condition he needed fulfilled in exchange for handing over the jar of cold skin cream, though. One that Rowan was hesitant to comply with - especially with me in the room now - but this doctor had paddled him almost as hard as the last one I drew him running afoul of, and he was pretty desperate.

I think I should take the time to get to know this Bradley boy, while I'm here. He really does seem to be a person after my own heart.