#far cry imagine

[lazypinkpig]

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[somerandomcockroach]

[bnnywngs]

wwx: ok, now i'm back in time! what time is it, actually

wwx: ok, i'm gonna hunt wen chao again exactly like the first time, BUT ☝️ i'm going to be better on my reunion with lan zhan!!!

wwx: i'm going to be smooth and say something sweet and romantic so he blushes and his heart will skip a beat! i got this!!!

lwj: wei ying! come to gusu with me!

wwx:

wwx, bursting in tears: lan zhaaaaan

[lulu2992]

Happy 6th Anniversary to this detail that made me emotional.

[cosmicquilt]

"Is black the absence of light - or the presence of color?"

the darkness in his eyes is from the absence of any light that would usually find the color underneath...

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji losing all humanity within him and Zoro knowing he has to kill him because they made a promise but Usopp refusing to let him do it and it's Water 7 all over again except that this is somehow even worse

[soulless-bex]

was listening to music while driving, as one does, when my brain, the silly little thing goes:

wouldn’t it be funny if dick grayson killed the joker (who stays dead because he deserves to be) for killing jason and goes through a whole breakdown over whether or not jason would approve of what he did, ultimately deciding that no, jason the happy robin would not be happy with his big brother, no matter how strained their relationship may have been before his death, killing a man out of revenge

cue jason as red hood, pre identify reveal, asking nightwing about what happened to the joker (because of course bruce had it covered up, because in his twisted little mind, a vigilante permanently taking out the mass murderer who is singlehandedly the number one cause of death in gotham would break the gothamites’ trust in them). nightwing admits, because since the joker is dead jason doesn’t have a reason to push the dramatics as much, he’s just fucking with the bats and keeping crime alley safe, and jason has his turn at a breakdown because he just found out someone actually avenged him

emotional reunion. everyone is happy. the end.

[sunfloweraro]

Sky’s still got it

Sky plays a certain soothing tune on his harp to help Bunny get some rest. It works a little too well.

Tags: @thatonecrazysidekick and @tiredgaytheatrekid

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Sky began to pluck the strings for one last song, his eyes slipping shut as he thought of his beloved back home, often troubled by nightmares after her journey, similar to the ones that plagued him. He would sit by their bed after a bad dream of hers, once he had comforted her and wiped her tears away with his thumb, and he would play her this song. Zelda would never fall asleep in the first play-through, rarely the second, but by the third, soft snores would always escape her despite her insistence that she wouldn’t be able to sleep again that night.

As Sky played the final note, letting it linger on the air sweetly, he opened his eyes, slow and calm. All around him, the Zora had fallen asleep, either leaning against each other or curled up on the floor. Four had drifted off against the railing, his relaxed features making him look much younger than he normally did. Time leaned back against the wall of the Domain, arms crossed and chin lowered to his chest, fast asleep.

And next to Sky, Bunny had slumped, his breathing deep and even as Sky had hoped it would be.

“Still got it,” Sky murmured to himself, pride glowing within his chest at having knocked out both their normally serious Smithy and the Old Man, and at having helped Bunny get some rest after such an eventful day.

“That ye do.” Sky jumped, raising a hand to his chest when he realised it was only Twilight, leaning against the railing of the stairs, staring down at him with a fanged smile. “Sorry, we didn’ mean tah scare ye.”

It was then Sky realised Wild stood across from Twilight, his slate out as he attempted to capture an image of Time, conked out against the wall. He snapped a couple before Twilight grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him away.

“That’s enough. We need tuh wake ‘em up”—Twilight jerked a thumb back at the sleeping Zora—“and get this lot in bed. We’ve a busy day ahead of us tomorrow and the last thing I wan’ is to listen to the Old Man bitch about ‘is sore back.”

Sky couldn’t help but snort, raising a hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. Wild had no qualms with bursting into laughter, quickly achieving their task of waking the Zora with their sensitive hearing. Grumbles were sent his way, and they received a half-apologetic wave before they dispersed.

“Ah’ve got this one,” Twilight said, already crouching by Time. Rather than shaking him by the shoulder to wake him, Twilight carefully picked up Time, carrying him effortlessly in his arms like Time was a toddler who had fallen asleep at a family gathering. Sky couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the thought, turning back to Bunny and Four.

“How strong are you feeling today, my dear Champion?”

“We both know these two will weigh about the same,” Wild shot back. “Your choice.”

Rolling his eyes, Sky pushed himself to his feet, dusting off the front of his pants, a force of habit from the many times he had been knocked down on his quest that he couldn’t quite shake. He passed his harp to Wild to be stored in his slate for the moment. “We both know while our Smithy is small, he’s all muscle. I’ll ask again, how strong are you feeling?”

“In that case, I’m taking Bunny.”

“Ye jus’ wanna cuddle ‘im.”

“Perhaps,” Wild said as he scooped Bunny up into his arms, cradling him close like Hyrule and Twilight always did. “Oh. Oh, I see why you two want to carry him all the time. He’s so soft.”

Twilight grinned a fanged grin. “That ‘e is. Be careful with ‘im, yeah?”

Where he might normally take the words as offensive, Wild merely nodded, as if the weight and warmth of a real, breathing creature on his shoulder gave something to Twilight’s words he never heard when he was handling an item. “I will,” he promised.

“In the case,” Sky said, not at all upset he missed out on carrying Bunny when it meant he got to ensure his close friend slept somewhere comfortable and warm. He gathered Four in his arms, grateful he had thought to consider Four’s strength rather than assuming their Smithy would weigh next to nothing with his height. “Shall we?” Sky asked, holding Four closer, smiling when Four leaned his head against Sky’s chest in his sleep, hands reaching out to grasp at the front of his shirt.

“Let’s.”

[sangcounty]

Love in the Prairie State

[chizups]

That's it, my system is cleansed for the next few hours, I can work a bit. Update: found a better phrase to add on the second sketch xD

this old one

[thepachy]

Yes

It can happen

Sometimes

In very rare occasions

That they both sleep

Or at least lie down together in a bed to chat

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[vaguely-concerned]

one thing I have to keep reremembering every time I'm playing a soulslike/similar kind of difficult game -- and that I wish I could internalize elsewhere in my life as well -- is that you always, always have to suffer through the long dark of an inexplicable failcringe era before you can emerge into a fresh new dawn of competence. faceplanting into humiliating failure in ways you hadn't even conceived of before on a loop can sometimes be the herald of great and wondrous things to come soon. don't be so quick to abandon yourself in the early murk of daybreak because you think you just suck!!!

[littlemisswrath9]

Nobody:

My brain at 3 am: Jacob Seed would 100% join Caesar's Legion, their "only the strong survive" mentality, militaristic attitude and penchant for crucifixion would definitely appeal to him

[inafieldofdaisies]

Hi daisies 🧹🫶🏻😂 can you lore drop me some Sébastien facts that you can share so far? 👀

Sébastien has, in Calahan's words, a name so long that it doesn't fit on a standard name tag: Sébastien Theodore Phoenix Sawyer Thatcher Landon Nicholas Gallagher-Kerring

He has quite the tumultuous relationship with his father where he's constantly torn between pleasing him and completely defying him any chance he gets

His mother is a well-known French artist who married Frank-Gerald out of love but soon discovered the man only wanted a heir and had utmost trouble staying faithful and keeping up the promises of a 'dream life' he wooed her with

His father would do anything to keep up apperances hence why any transgressions and attempts at rebellion Séb makes are quickly buried in the press. Same goes for his inevitable divorce to Gisèle that resulted in an airtight NDA, hefty settlement to 'keep her happy' (his words) and strict conditions for seeing their only son. Thanks to his team of lawyers, to the outside world their failed marriage remained picture perfect.

Séb is set to inherit his father's empire when he turns 25, over which he harbors an array of conflicting emotions: if he should leave it all behind and essentially tell 'old Gerry' to fuck off or would it mean his father would win and everything he (and his mère) went through would have been for nothing.

His most recent act of rebellion is the reason Sébastien ends up stuck in Hope County in his own version of 'Princess Heir Protection Program' with a cult twist. You can guess who becomes the Carter Mason to his Princess Rosalinda

Frank-Gerald is a big-game hunter and considered their yearly (and nonnegotiable) father-son hunting trips as perfect bonding time. Séb blames turning vegetarian on him.

Sébastien is a collector at heart, especially when it comes to first editions of items. His fashion sense is even stronger, so you can imagine how hard he takes being stranded with just the clothes on his back (outfit includes a ruined yellow Skydiving suit he cannot live down and is the source of many jokes and nicknames Calahan has for him) and the closest closet full of brands being John's.

I don't talk too much about Séb but he's on my mind all the same so consider this a Wip Whenever tag, it's been a while <3

@socially-awkward-skeleton @strafethesesinners @strangefable @hollywood-is-bleeding @cassietrn

@lilywatt @shellibisshe @aceghosts @wrathfulrook @josephslittledeputy

@josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @dumbassdep @killyourrdarlingss @katsigian

@voidika @g0dspeeed @purplehairsecretlair @imogenkol @simonxriley

@derelictheretic @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @neonshrike @elligatorrex

@mkdecimation @theelderhazelnut @finding-comfort-in-rain

@direwombat @la-grosse-patate and anyone with something to share this week <3

[lo1k-diamonds]

Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 73

“It does need stitches.”

She turned to grab the materials in the bathroom, and he looked down. “You don’t need to do it.”

She huffed and gave him a look. “Yes, I do. Strip.”

His lips parted to say something, but what ended up happening was that he blushed a little while he took the rest of his clothes off. Then, he sat on the lip of the bathtub, wondering how it was that, even now, he still reacted like that.

She prepared the gauze and disinfectants before getting to the needle. “I hope you know that no matter if we fight or disagree, I still love you and care for you.”

She could see in his glistening eyes jumping to meet hers that he knew.

“Of course I do. I love you too, I— I know that,” he said quietly before a hiss when she rubbed the debris out of his wound.

“Stay still.”

He pouted but then could not help but curiously observe her suturing his wound. She was so beautiful when she was concentrated like that; her lips pursed ever so slightly while her green eyes glimmered with such spark, he just wanted to—

“What is that?”

She pointed at a small hole covered by a black crust in the back of his forearm on the same arm she was suturing, and he chuckled. He always got injured on his left side, be it with bullets or, well, land mines.

“A land mine blew near me, and a nail got stuck in my arm.”

Leah did a double take to look at him in utter befuddlement before she grabbed his forearm and inspected it. “What the—” She pressed around the wound and felt it before she let it go to finish up closing the bullet graze on his shoulder. “Life just never gets boring around you.”

Worry made him play with his lip ring. “That’s good, I hope.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t get injured,” she teased, grabbing more disinfectant for that deep wound. “But I can’t complain.”