#can be platonic too idc

[cowsaresushi-coral]

gabe loose paintings

[almondy-milk]

a bit of an older doodle but still one of my favorites

[lunar-wandering]

Yeah yeah we've all done the "Macaque treating Wukong like royalty" thing but have you all considered: Wukong treating Macaque like royalty????

Like, bending moonlight to make a crown for him. Bowing and giving him a kiss on the hand and going "my king" (whether he does so with a more joking or serious tone is up to you)

And Macaque just??? Cant handle it??

And as soon as Wukong finds THAT out, whenever Macaque refers to him as "king", Wukong, who btw is completely unphased, turns it right around and calls Macaque king because "you gotta stop doing this i told you already that we were of equal standing. We're friends. Partners. Whatever the fuck-"

[aurora-boreas-borealis]

Doodle

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober 20 - Emotional Angst

title: waiting

fandom: 3rd Life SMP

cw: character death, and all that entails

~

Scott had almost (finally) drifted off to sleep when he hears it.

The shot of a cannon.

Loud, echoing, as if it had come from right beyond the little bunker where they're spending the night.

Fear steals into Scott's heart, taking his breath with it. That could be it. That could be the signal that starts the war.

All four of them stir—Scar sits up in the cramped bed, and the chair where Grian is curled up creaks as he shifts, and Jimmy slips out of the makeshift cot to creep over to one of the thin window slats, the moon just slightly illuminating his face as he glances from side to side, crouched slightly against the low ceiling.

They hear a couple of shouts in the distance, but nothing more. After several minutes, Scar lies back down, and the tense line of Grian's shoulders eases as his chair creaks again, and Scott lets his head lie back on the folded blanket that he's using for a pillow.

Jimmy stays at the window, though, waiting. Silent, but on high-alert.

Scott doesn't exactly relax—if Jimmy's watching something, keeping track of a spy, it could mean battle in moments and he needs to be ready.

He is ready, honestly, body poised to shoot up. His bow is leaning against the wall by the door, his sword in its belt beside it. He can strap that on in a matter of seconds, load an arrow to the bowstring just as quickly.

But Jimmy doesn't say anything. And after several minutes, he's still standing there, just looking.

Then, as Scott's still watching him (though blackness creeps quicker and quicker over Scott's eyes every time he blinks), Jimmy turns away from the window.

Instead of heading back to his cot, though, Jimmy stops by Scott's patch of floor.

He lies down there, next to Scott, back popping just the slightest bit as he settles.

Scott glances over at him. Jimmy's lying beside him on his back, hands clasped over his chest, staring at the ceiling.

"Scott," he says quietly, voice low enough that it doesn’t disturb Grian and Scar. "Are you afraid to die?"

Scott turns his own gaze to the rough ceiling of the bunker.

Is he?

He doesn't think so.

"If we die," he says eventually, sensing the sober mood hanging over the night, "I don't think we need to be scared. There's something . . . something after this."

He believes it. He doesn’t know what exactly he believes, but he cannot accept that this is the end.

Jimmy doesn't respond.

"Something . . . kind," Scott eventually settles on. "I don't think I have much reason to be afraid."

Scott doesn't say that whatever comes has to be better than this. He's sure Jimmy knows.

"Do you think this is it?" Scott asks after another quiet moment.

He waits—not necessarily for an answer, and not necessarily for acknowledgement.

He waits the same way he's been waiting all night.

"You'll go home," Jimmy whispers, breaking his silence without warning. "You'll see our hobbit holes again."

Another pause.

"Scott?"

"Hm?"

"We never built anything on that hill."

"Hm."

"Build something, yeah?"

Scott nods, just a shifting of his head against the gritty, sandstone floor.

Jimmy doesn't go back up to his cot. He stays there, on the floor beside Scott, and eventually his breaths even out into the slow draws of sleep.

And Scott waits.

-

Scott is the only one who attends Jimmy's funeral.

He and Grian had narrowly escaped the fight alive—he with a wound to the leg that twists his step and causes him to walk with a crutch, and Grian had caught an arrow in the fleshy part of his upper arm—painful, but not difficult to recover from. Scar had emerged unscathed.

And Jimmy had lain dead on the bunker floor, an arrow in his throat and several others piercing his body.

Scott had brought him all the way home.

And once he had returned (their beautiful stone walls, that he'd built up to protect them both and now are all but abandoned), he'd climbed that hill where they’d never built anything and dug a grave.

It's rough, hewn by tired hands, the fresh grass torn and overturned and many roots of the nearby tree chipped and cut off by his clumsy shovel. Still, Scott supposes, Jimmy certainly won't mind how ugly his grave is.

It's been one full day since Jimmy died. Twenty-four hours, almost twenty-five. Scott's been working on the grave since sometime before the sun rose, and now they've circled back around to mid-afternoon.

A full day alone. Waiting for the enemy to fall on him, take him by surprise as he is, laboring and wounded; or maybe waiting for friends to stop by, words of sorrow on their lips and help in their hands.

No one comes, though, for better or for worse. On the one hand, Scott gets the dignity of caring for his husband’s body without distraction.

On the other hand, he has to carry this weight alone.

And heavy it feels, especially when it comes time to part.

Jimmy is heavy in his aching arms, even with all his armor stripped from him, but Scott doesn’t mutter a word of complaint (not when this is the last time that he gets to hold him). He gently lays Jimmy's body in the hole, his fingernails crusted in dirt and his clothes soaked with sweat from the hard labor (and from the pain in his leg that hasn't stopped pulsing through his body).

Jimmy's eyes are closed. They had been when Scott found his body, the vestiges of a pained expression still painting his face.

He probably died as soon as the arrow entered his throat, but it's little comfort when his body is littered with so many other wounds.

Scott had cleaned the blood and dirt from his body before beginning work on the grave, but he hadn't been able to take the time to change Jimmy's torn clothes or brush his hair, or anything of the sort.

A war started yesterday, and there's already been far too many casualties for Scott to take his time.

Still, Scott takes a moment now, lying prone on the ground, leaning down into the grave.

He tucks Jimmy's hair behind his ear.

He rubs his thumb over Jimmy's lifeless knuckle.

He wipes a smudge of dirt off Jimmy's cheek.

Which won't change anything, because he's about to bury him in dirt, but it makes him feel more normal.

Scott had cried last night. Wedged into a corner of the Crastle, face buried in his hands, not able to bear the sight of the blanket-covered body laid on the floor near the door. He'd ignored Impulse when he offered to help Scott disinfect his leg, and then he'd ignored Impulse as the man knelt beside him and dressed Scott's wound without permission.

"Sorry," Impulse had whispered.

And Scott could only think that he clearly wasn't sorry enough. After all, Impulse had been one of the attackers. The arrow through Jimmy's throat had been Skizz (he'd declared his victory for all to hear), but any of the other three in Jimmy's body could have been from Impulse's bow.

He didn't stop crying, then.

Not until he had run out of tears.

Then he got up, and found a small pull-cart in the yard, and laid Jimmy's body there.

And even though he felt dry of tears, and still does, there's a lump in his throat and a burning in his eyes.

Scott doesn't want to cry again, but he doesn't seem to have a choice.

He lets the tears fall.

He lets his chest shudder.

And he waits.

It's not that he's waiting for Jimmy to suddenly wake up. He isn't waiting for anyone else to pay respects. He isn't waiting for help.

After a moment, Scott casts the first handful of dirt in—and it falls on Jimmy's chest, which doesn’t rise the way it ought to—and then he picks up the shovel and starts tossing heaps of dirt in, not even trying to suppress his tears.

And when all is finished, and the dirt is packed in nicely, and Scott's hands are washed and his clothes changed and his hair brushed, he waits.

[r0zzk1ll]

"this man, is weird.. CRAZY weird.." "he was always very bright.."

[strawberrysweater]

i talked abt this on discord hehe so i'm rewording what i said for a post

thinking about these interactions...... from v3 chapter one before the first trial:

kaede isn't cruel but she doesn't do disingenuous compliments or mince her words when someone or their hobbies don't interest her (and when getting to know everyone for the first time has some difficulty being engaged in stuff that's not related to music) and kiibo is so defensive with literally everyone, you get to see it a lot in his free time events with shuichi, like he's sort of uptight with him until they get to know each other better

but he and kaede just bypass all that right away it's so funny why are they best friends!!!! in the FTEs kiibo doesn't even get mad at her when she asks his opinion on roombas or any of the other silly questions you can choose. she's not like, way nicer to him than with everyone else but they have fun hanging out.. and here he's like "no i know you're not treating me different you're fine don't worry"

and she's the only person in this entire game who would tell him he sounded cool asking an investigation question. plus she is literally going through it at this part ^ she thinks she just killed a friend and failed to end the game. if she says something like this she means it 100%

[whatsitzface]

My favourite unstable individuals <3

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much

[ginbutnottonic]

I drew this for my friend cuz I wanted to yuri-fy someone but didn't know who (and I did promise multiple times to draw their rareship despite hating Diluc with a passion)

Anyway I don't ship them, but I wanna post something even if its a quick doodle

Diluc can go die in a ditch, I gave him back problems on purpose

Addition: outfit refs under the cut

Didnt even realise I used one of (G)I-DLE girls as a ref, the head was cut off lmao

[clochanamarch]

it's another bad night. too hot, too sticky, too damn quiet. she's lying under the sheet, flat on her back, too unsettled by the same dreams that plague her since girlhood. a few new ones, too. it's selfish to drag someone else into the insomnia too, and yet she still perseveres. maybe that's just how she is. selfish.

" you awake? "

OPEN STARTER. / listen. late night bonding sessions are delicious. we don't need to have a reason for ur muse to be able to hear her ask this. let's just let our dorky babies bond at 4 in the morning.

[busysleeping]

i finally saw across the spiderverse and i nEED TO DUMP MY THOUGHTS CAUSE I AM UNWELL

[chadsuke]

there’s romance in this game right I vaguely remember discourse existing. I want to kiss dusa. dusa can I kiss u. or hypnos. they’re my faves sorry

[adragonflys2peni]

Good morning it’s the first day of pride and I am thinking about Psych. Of course. Who could’ve predicted this? Anyway this is what I think they’d be doing at pride. <3

- Shawn and Gus go together (obviously)

- Shawn is decked out in merch, pins and stickers and little flags

-Gus dressed nice but wore a little pin. Eventually he became covered in rainbow paint. Shawn thinks this is hilarious and Gus is willing to let it slide because it’s pride

- Lassie is there as a cop (boo cops at pride) but he also has a pan pin

- If it’s later in the season then Marlowe comes and covers him in rainbow kiss marks

- Jules is in the parade with the roller derby girls on skates, she has a flag as a cape and rolls around to people to give them hugs

- Chief Vick is there with daughter handing out informational packets on how to stay safe (water, whistle, don’t get separated, wear sunscreen, etc.)

- Husband is still never seen, she tells them that he’s going around giving free dad hugs to people

- Mr. Vick (he took Karen’s last name) I know we’ve never met you but I know you’re a good man

- Henry is there and I think it’s so funny that Shawn is always shocked to see him out of the house “Dad!?!?? What are you doing here?!???”

- Shawn isn’t out to his dad yet and shits himself and tries to joke his way out of the situation

- “Kid, I’ve known you like boys since you were five, when you told me you were going to marry Gus.”

- IMMEDIATE embarrassment from Shawn (his ass doesn’t remember he blocked that out!! Denial!!!) but also very relieved

- Henry may be an asshole but he is not homophobic!!

- Also a murder happens at pride and they have to solve it because homophobes are trying to blame gay people, the pridegoers are saying it was a hate crime, and they have to figure out who killed the guy and why before the whole situation escalates

[flutteringfable]

thinking abt how at least tasu had the closure of knowing it was nagito's body when they found him. miwa had to deal with the combined dread of knowing kokichi could be dead and knowing that if he WASNT dead, he was probably the culprit which meant miwa would have to watch him get executed. when its revealed that kokichi is the victim, it isn't much better. miwa is relieved that kokichi isn't the killer, but is devastated to know that he's dead.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

UPDATED VERSION ‼️‼️‼️

(as a note the greater yokohama polycule remains intact)

soukoku. they make me insane. so fucking insane. their communication... their weirdness.... theyre losing the idgaf war so hard. theyre both soooooo done. obsessed with each other fr

dazango/angozai. im actually so internally insane abt them and their relationship i just can never verbalize it and the tag is literally like a good chunk me. should have toxic and unhealthy grief motivated sex

souheki. my brothers in shk we stand firm... guys guys the admiration... the care... the TRUST???? insane. actually insane

dazatsu. LISTEN LIKE. everyone is too mean to them i see it now. i see the vision. i understand it. gay people... they need to have a dramatic hug

kunidazai. WORK WIVES !!!!! i stand by the fact dazai misses him sooo much... also need a big reunion hug. and some tears

top five dazai ships?

im so bad with remembering my ships when im asked im so sorry uhmmmmmm

whatever the hell canon dazai is doing with every man he meets (this also means the other ships on this list arent mutually exclusive)

dazai/chuuya. soukoku. whatever the fuck they've got going on. gay sex will not make this better but its definitely something they could be doing

dazai/kunikida. kunidazai. also whatever the fuck they've got going on. he misses kunikida sooo much actually hes like stir crazy for cartoon style violence

dazai/ranpo. souheki. i just think the way dazai also admires ranpo is neat

dazai/fyodor. fyozai. i dont actually ship them whatsoever but whatever hookup mindgames theyre doing deserve a spot here