#Game Punishing: Gray Raven

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Punishing: Gray Raven Bambinata x Azukisan Catwalk Cosplay Costumes

[wentian]

DANTE & VERGIL in Punishing: Gray Raven

[maomango-doodle]

[chronosh0t]

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🫀 ⸺ set of gifs of Wanshi from the full pv (don't repost)

[char-4064-mlynar]

. . . NEW POST!

Nanami: Startrail tumblr layouts

Requested by @kuuyooo

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NANAKNIGHTT!!

my phone crashed twice making this so i had to switch to laptop lmao

this was so fun to make

[selenophany]

Watanabe : Epitaph

Fire - Tank - S Rank

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[mello-bee]

to end the hostility between the fandoms we decided to join them together by marriage

kurohoyo is canon now

bonus:

[kurorenji]

Someone special is visiting Jinzhou!

Definitely not because he was so lost he jumped universe. Definitely not that.

And no need to worry, Lee is with Yao right now. Xiang-LEE tasked to give Punchy a little tour around the village while their owners figuring out how to send Lee back.

[flareovium]

"Loving him is like..."

Experiences that come with loving the PGR men, inspired by 'Red'

hiii long time no see, finally got around to writing again. srry if this sucks, im a bit rusty LMAOO

as usual, more under the cut!

Driving a new Maserati down a dead end street.

It's new, it's shiny, it's a relationship that you'd love to show off. It's passionate, and for a moment you'd think that he was the one, except deep down you know that it won't lead anywhere, and it'll most likely meet an inevitable end. But for the time being, you savor the moment, practically grasping at straws as you try to make your relationship last as long as possible.

—Roland, Noctis, TEASELL—

Changing your mind in the middle of a free fall.

Diving into the relationship was filled with uncertainty, but you decided to go with the flow and try forming this connection with him anyway. In the middle of it all, you realize that maybe this relationship isn't what you strive for, but it's already too late to back out— you're in too deep to initiate a break up.

—Vonnegut, Murray—

Realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you.

Like the previous one, going into a relationship and forming a connection with him was clouded with an air of uncertainty, except this time, you realize that he's everything you've always wanted in a partner; your perfect other half that could read your mind and finish your sentences.

—Lee, SKK, Wanshi—

Knowing all the words to your old favorite song.

You didn't think that you would be this compatible, but the amount of trust and respect you had for each other since the beginning marked a beautiful start to your relationship. He was basically your best friend, and you already knew how to read each other, so it came naturally as soon as you began officially dating.

—Chrome, Kamui, Noan—

Trying to know somebody you've never met.

SLOW BURNNNN. strangers or rivals to lovers type of thing. The two of you were extremely awkward at first, maybe even having a few petty arguments before you started dating, just because you couldn't seem to understand each other! You drove each other crazy, and it drive the two of you even crazier at the thought that hey, maybe you might be into each other.

—ASIMOV, Camu, Watanabe—

[mui-ka]

Punishing Gray Raven-Cradle Parade

[sabotsen]

Afterglow

Pairing: Noan x (gn!) Commandant / Reader

Notes: Set shortly after Noan’s affection story 6; word count 1.3k

Warnings: Subtle possessiveness

A fluke. 

Fate disguised as a coincidence. 

Isn’t that how it always goes in hero stories? 

A chance encounter that alters the alignment of stars and rewrites destiny for the better, with hope woven into every word and touch. 

But this is not a hero’s story, and fate has never been kind to him. 

It is not a moment of joy, with warm smiles and gentle laughter in the company of friends. It is not a moment of anticipation, spirits soaring high before the oncoming fight. This moment — quiet and peaceful — has been won only after the blood of comrades has stained your hands beyond recognition and their corpses paved the way to the top of this hill upon which you weather every storm. 

But even so…

Despite it all, he is grateful. 

How could he not be, with your head on his shoulder? 

Your breathing is slow and steady, his cloak a poor cushion against the hard, unyielding metal of his frame. Yet now and then, you drowsily nuzzle against his shoulder and almost seem to burrow into the worn folds of the fabric before settling once more against him. It’s enough to trigger an itch in his wires, a slow rolling brushfire that sweeps across him — quiet, without flare or noise. More than once he has brushed the hair from your eyes, his fingers curling as they trace a path from behind your ear down along the curve of your jaw. 

Still you do not wake. 

Not when he calls your name or when his touch drifts across your cheek like butterfly wings, a ghost of a touch too delicate to truly be missed. Just how much have you been pushing yourself lately? It hasn’t even been three days since you returned from a month long mission down on the surface and already the shadows beneath your eyes are just as concerningly dark as the first night he kidnapped you to this blind spot in Zone Z. Do you always throw yourself so recklessly into the fray, heedless of your health? 

How does Gray Raven stand it, watching you tear yourself apart like this piece by piece? How does Simon hold his tongue every time your paths cross, despite the endless worries that flow over like rain behind the closed doors of Dark Ares? 

You nuzzle against his shoulder again, a faint furrow in your brow as the blanket draped around your shoulders slides away. Noan cannot help the small smile that pulls at his lips as he adjusts the blanket and dutifully ensures you are properly bundled. His hands hover near your cheek, an itch in his fingertips to brush against your brow and coax that furrow away. 

You trust him — foolishly, kindly — and he still cannot wrap his head around why. It’s such a heavy thing — your trust — and he has long since known cold, metallic hands cannot grasp delicate things forever. 

Would that wake you? 

Would it cross a line somewhere, somehow? 

He settles for lightly brushing the hair from your face, touch far too light and mindful, before his hand drifts down to your hands resting in your lap. Slowly, with all the careful movements of a child reaching for something forbidden in the middle of the night, he cradles your hand in his. Immediately, your warmth sinks into him, gradual and welcoming. 

Your head on his shoulder, your hand cradled in his — a fragile peace lay nestled against him. 

It feels like Spring.

It feels like home.

Delicate, like a folded paper crane. Even the slightest moment could tear and rend everything asunder. The smallest bit of rain could eat away the body. Carefully, so carefully must he act — every word and action mindful and calculating. He can’t lose this — this friend, this trust, this warmth. 

Slowly, he laces your fingers in his, marveling at the softness of your skin against the hard edges of him. You stir in your sleep, fingers curling around his hand and weakly returning his grip. 

“Commandant.” 

Your title is a whisper upon his lips, gentle like flower petals. 

“You’re scowling again.” 

His free hand brushes against your cheek, thumb tenderly swiping just under your eyes as if to wipe away tears. Beneath his light touches, you seem to relax, the faint traces of tension fading from your expression. He feels the subtle shift of your weight as you lean upon him further, like a bird burrowing into a corner of the nest. 

Warmth seeps into him, sinking beneath cold metal and bleeding beyond colored wires. Down, down, down it travels — to a vast white expanse within him, where only snow thrives. It seeps in, like springtime rain, and melts the unending snow. Noan gently tilts his head, lips brushing against the top of yours as he soaks up every bit of your warmth like a sunflower desperate for the sun. 

The empty bridge framed by the black expanse of the stars are the only witness to this moment of weakness. He knows when the timer runs out, this will all be over. He will return you to your Gray Ravens, likely carrying you upon his back much like he did before. He will return to the cafe and slip that shackle back on his wrist once more. 

“Shall we run away again?” You had asked just hours prior, the playful smile on your lips marred only by the exhaustion you could not hide. 

He didn’t tell you the response he suppressed — suffocated, really — that you need only say when and he would answer your call without fail. He did not tell you how he hid a blanket in the library on the impossible chance he could sneak you away to Zone Z again. He did not speak of the joy that flared in his chest, bright and blooming, to hear your request. 

He had merely held out his shackled wrist to you, a small smile on his lips as he had replied, “You really shouldn’t make a habit of getting kidnapped by an infamous bad guy unless you want to be lectured for hours.”

Your laughter as you disarmed his tracker still rings in his ears. A precious sound — what would it take to make you laugh more often? How often do you laugh around your Ravens? 

Noan closes his eyes as his thumb brushes over the back of your hand in his as he curls himself around you. If only there were still softer parts to him left, maybe he could be of more comfort. You’re still sleeping so soundly, but it can’t be comfortable to use him as a pillow like this. The blanket he brought couldn’t be enough — it’s not, not to him. He has to do more, be more. 

Next time, then. 

The thought freezes Noan, barely suppressing the flinch that would have squeezed your hand — he could have hurt you. Next time? Will there be a next time? Would it be alright to hope for that? To trust in that? 

Noan calls your name softly, devoid of any titles. Caution laces his tone but it is no less gentle. 

Still you do not wake. 

Soon, this peace will end and his time will run out. You will return to the frontlines and he will return to his shackles, worn weary by painful tests and experiments under watchful eyes that neither trust nor care for him. 

“It would be nice,” he murmurs into your hair, “if you called upon me like this again.” 

Silence settles and the stars in the instance still frame the otherwise dark and empty room. Noan quietly tugs the blanket tighter around you and curls himself that much closer to you, every bit a child clutching a jar of fireflies for comfort. 

The feeling of you cradled in his arms — a paper crane, a firefly — 

This is enough for now…. 

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roland req from a lil while ago

[endgaims]

Watanabe: Epitaph Hellsing

Recently started playing PGR and been loving it so far. I can't wait until this coating releases!! also, his design was so detailed that I made a few alterations to his coating to save my sanity

[strikehawkatyourservice]

Ehhh I'm super mad with me right now

I FORGOT A TWITTER ACCOUNT THAT WAS MAKING A YANDERE VISUAL NOVEL OF PGR AND I DUNNO HOW TO FIND IT ;;-;;;

I got some images of how the characters look I think but I can't find it ;;-;;

Ok... I only got this ;;-;; like I'm ever going to find the account now ;;;;-;;;;

If the owner of the account can see this please tell meeeeee

And if someone else know PLEASE TELL ME

[sinsofsinister]

Spiral of Chronos ; Lee: Hyperreal - He redesignates all his computing power, and just before reaching the limit he shouts into the past.

[selenophany]

LAMIA 🪸🌴🪷

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