#for his safety as well as my own

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[puppppppppy]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[chiropteracupola]

Inconsolable, no consolation, no cancellation / Not turning all keys, he puts the ship through paces / And paces the halls, pacing is madness / Patience is virtuous, patient of these observations — !

[good-beanswrites]

john x fuuta ?👉👈 or 090309

I love the dynamic between them all, thank you for the request! I went with an earlier meeting for them (well, one of the first times Fuuta's aware of speaking with John, at least). As much as I joke about Fuuta being starstruck by his strength in the attack, I tried to take a more serious route for the "something to rely on" vibe.

John’s eyes flicked over Fuuta, sprawled out on his bedding and looking up expectantly.

“Man, you look like shit.”

Fuuta scowled deeper. “I asked for the reason you’re here in the middle of the fucking night, not your opinion.”

“That is the reason I came.”

Somehow, amid all the other things he had to worry about given the horror of the past few days and exile that followed, Mikoto had still found the time to lose sleep over Fuuta’s condition. John had always liked the guy, but he wasn’t in the business of watching over people he didn’t truly care about. He didn’t know what Mikoto saw in him to cause such an overreaction.

Though, with the futon dragged to the bars of the cell, and bathing him in the dim light of the guard’s tower, it was becoming clear that Mikoto’s concern was indeed warranted. Fuuta appeared deathly. The fresh injuries had been bandaged, but there were stains where blood was beginning to seep through. His eye – the one that had survived the ordeal – was bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags. His hair was as tangled as the rumpled hoodie it poked out of.

Fuuta was still staring in anticipation. It took John a moment to understand why. 

“You recognize me.”

“No shit. Mikoto came in here like a fumbling idiot earlier today. He wanted to make sure I was okay or whatever. Like I’d be okay after what happened!” He paused, a clanging from someone else’s cell briefly distracting him. “But you… the way you carry yourself… it’s different.”

“Not that different. I’m here for the same reason.”

The plan was simple. Once Fuuta slept, Mikoto would relax, and everyone would be happy. If it turned out to be his injuries keeping him awake, John didn’t mind crushing Fuuta’s pride and explaining his weakness to the doctor to get more painkillers. If it was noisy neighbors, he’d teach one of those girls a lesson the following day. If the problem was just plain insomnia, well, John’s swinging arm was still completely functional...

“I just want to make sure you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t tell me you’re as disgustingly sentimental as him.”

John’s expression twitched. He didn’t appreciate the condescension. That was Mikoto’s most admirable trait, after all – offering help to others even when he was falling apart himself. He was so selfless, so self-sacrificial. It was no wonder John felt compelled to do the same for him. But Fuuta…

“Ugh, he’s always trying to be buddy-buddy with everyone around here, it makes me sick. Nice words don’t do shit. Look where his friendship with Kotoko got him, eh? That’s what these fools still don’t understand – you need to face these things head-on.”

“Oi, don’t be hard on me just for caring.” He didn’t say it as any sort of gentle encouragement; it was a command, and Fuuta understood. He snapped his attention away from where he’d been peering around the bars. “The world needs more people with that kindness. That optimistic view of life, of others, no matter what – it’s why I’ll do everything I can to save me.”

Silence stretched after the intense comment. Fuuta was looking away again, and John couldn’t read him. When he did speak, his voice came out more defeated than expected.

“Tch. Well. Not all of us have that luxury.”

“Of what?”

“Of you.”

His eyebrows raised.

Cheeks reddening, Fuuta hurried to add, “I mean someone to have your back like that. I wish I could be half as relaxed as that, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to be strong myself, I don’t have anyone else to take care of my problems for me.”

It hit him suddenly, that everything came down to that. Relief washed over him, now that a clear, easy, (and nonviolent) solution had presented itself.

“What if you did? I could take over your little sentry duty for the night.”

“W-what do you –?”

He gestured to where Fuuta was laying. “No need to play dumb. You’ve been keeping an eye on everything, even the other side of the guard’s tower. The sounds from around cell eight have caught your attention. You’re positioned so you can see cell six, but haven’t moved all the way over, because cell ten has easiest access from the right.”

“The others would say it’s pointless, or that they’re handling it. I’m not buying it, though. I don’t care if they say it’s crazy of me to do.”

“I think…” John’s posture softened. “I think it’s very selfless of you.”

He was constantly amazed at Fuuta’s tendency to react to everything as if it were some world-shattering statement just told to him.

“So?” He prodded before Fuuta’s expression could grow any more wide-eyed. “How about it?”

 “I mean… they told me about the attacks… what you did…”

John set his jaw. No matter how many times it had happened in the past few days, it still stung to see how quickly people turned against him because of the fight. He thought they all had come to terms with each other’s capabilities for violence, but as usual, the moment he showed his true face, the world turned against him.

Of course Fuuta could never relax knowing such a violent and unpredictable person was sitting right beside him through the night. It was a miracle he hadn’t panicked immediately at the sight of yet another cold, towering figure appearing at his door in the middle of the night.

John stretched his right arm across his chest. It looked like his original solution still stood. Fuuta said problems should be faced head-on. Surely he’d understand this was for his own good.

“…Yeah, okay.” Fuuta gave a decisive nod. He beckoned with a jerk of his head. “I trust you.”

“I –” John blinked. “What?”

“You understand me. You understand what it takes to be in a place like this.” His gaze flit away momentarily. “You’re incredibly strong. You’re prepared, and have good instincts, and your confidence is –" Noticing how intently John was listening, he interrupted himself to bark, “but don’t think I couldn’t handle this on my own! It’s only because you offered, and it’s a smart move. I’ll just sleep for a bit, we can take shifts. Wake me in three hours, okay?”

“Fine by me.” A little lying was definitely better than what else he’d had in mind.

Fuuta moved his futon over a few feet so John could settle into his carefully chosen spot on the ground. Everything was all set to begin keeping watch, until a new sound rose up to drown out the other noises in the panopticon – soft snoring from beside him.

He glanced over in disbelief at the instantaneous security Fuuta had sunk into. All the tension had melted away from his face and shoulders. He lay completely at peace.

John had achieved his goal. He should be celebrating. Instead, he couldn’t help heaving a heavy sigh.

How did he end up with two self-destructive idiots to watch over?

[pixelatedraindrops]

Happy Birthday Yakou! 🚬💙🎉

The best roommate, mentor, boss, father figure and caretaker Yuma could ask for💕

I had to try to make something for him. I’ve grown to adore him almost as much as yuma as I kept putting them in various scenarios the past half year.

(its kinda for both of them since their birthdays are only a day apart from each-other??)

So yeah, birthday cuddles for them both~ 💜💙

[eastbluecrewed]

things you can't get back

aka i've been waiting so patiently to see kidd get his ass beat by shanks (affectionate)

[designernishiki]

it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now

[princeanxious]

Fear the Daycare attendants all you like, but say one mean word to their faces and their handler will swoop in at a moments notice with a silent rage fueled by the many months of mental and emotional rehabilitation these three went through to ensure they could handle being re-released to the public.

Fazbear Entertainment might turn a blind eye to the animatronic rights movements that their highly specialized world renowned technology is absolutely a contribution towards, but this stout little animatronic handler didn’t pour their blood sweat and tears into helping rebuild these bots’ self confidence from the ground up every single day, for over half a year, to just let some entitled prick try and stomp over all the boys hardwork and progress at the drop of the hat.

Faz.Co can deal with the consequences of letting their two most expensive animatronics bond to one specific emotional support human whose made of like 70% protective feral rage at any given moment.

A good fit for the daycare, to be sure, but also a solid reminder that humans are just as capable of being the danger so many others label animatronics to be. (Moon is holding onto their handler for a reason, you know.)

(Edit: second take here)

[mewkwota]

Geo stellar/ Saito Subaru

You also asked for Neku Sakuraba, who I know appeared in Kingdom Hearts, but I have nothing much to say about him strongly. Seems cool. I guess?

We'll just focus on Geo for this.

Send Me a Character

And I will tell you my:

First impression Seems cute. I wasn't rotted by the mindset of the Internet during my introduction to Star Force, so I easily accepted Geo as "oh look another new Mega Man". I can't even remember how we came across him. One day my brother got SF1, and that was about it.

I was also thrown off to see that he can smile so big once my brother got to SF2, but y'know, it is good for him.

Impression now I may not have as much of a deep and personal connection with Geo as I do for Hub, but I am still quite fond of him.

A word I find myself using a lot with him is "soft". I think about it a lot whenever drawing or when brainstorming concepts with him.

I'm sure a big part of why I see him like that is because Geo is a pure human. That deviates so far from any previous Mega Man but I think that's actually very interesting. It adds a sort of vulnerability compared to the others that makes me think, "What will do you, soft human, in this tougher world?", "How much will you change?".

Favorite moment Whenever Geo's visor is obscured it looks so cool. I also think in doing so, it hides a part of him being human, perhaps I am overthinking it but something about that is kinda cool.

Idea for a story There is a theme going on here. Obviously. I'm usually able to find key concepts to work around when I invest that much into a character.

This would have occurred early into Geo's entry into OSS, so he's only just met the twins-- not knowing they are twins just yet. One night, while Lan is asleep, Hub decides to ask Geo a sudden question, "What's it like to be human?".

I actually drew something that was meant to start this comic off but gave up afterwards because my energy vanished. Gee, I wonder which one that was.

Unpopular opinion I like his SF1 form more. Seeing Omega-Xis clearly reminds me they're both one part of the same whole. The two-headed Mega Man.

Random Note: I never realized how neat it is to play as Geo in VRChat. Just having Omega-Xis chilling there as my other arm makes me feel less lonely.

Favorite relationship It's a super basic crossover, but I love the interactions shown between Geo and the Hikari twins in OSS. He fits right in. :>

Favorite headcanon Those boots of his are like weighted gear in DBZ. If Geo can't get beeg and stronge like his dad, those will have to do.

[klanced]

Keith walking into the holding cell greeting all the regulars by name while Lance is sobbing lamenting that his life is over and his future is ruined (they were like. Trespassing or some shit he’s going to be fine)

lance: (actively dry heaving in the corner, on the verge of a panic attack as he imagines having a permanent record)(actually what does a permanent record even look like?)(omg is he going to have to go to COURT? like in JUDGE JUDY?)

keith: remy, this is lance. lance, this is remy, she’s my favorite alcoholic :)

[opiumvampire]

ummmm yeah i just typed out a really long Exposé that probably would have been uncouth to post because i woke up pissed off so im practicing good karma and Not exposing my favorite little sinister individual for all of his crimes against the great state of Women and instead im going to walk to my favorite coffee shop and get a ham and cheese croissant. and it will be FUN

[thegreatgatzbi]

Still figuring out Daisy and Jordan designs (especially Jordan hdfgkhdfgj), but here's some practice, mainly of Jay himself! I have a lot of fun drawing him and figuring out his personality. I've always pictured him putting a TON of effort into perfecting his appearance, so I think he should wear a simple corset to shape his silhouette into that Arrow Collar Man type look. Without it, I think he's got more of a strongman build. Strong and broad from growing up on a farm, living as a sailor for a while, and then being in the military, but a bit soft around bc of living in excess nowadays. I also feel the need to specify my Gatsby is about 5'6". This is vital information.

As for Daisy and Jordan, I'm trying to work out how to draw them both how I picture them and how they're described in the book. I generally know how I want Daisy's face and hair to be, but there are some things I'm still fiddling with. With Jordan.... Shes a struggle gdhjfghlgkjhdkj I originally wanted her to have straight hair, but then while sketching her I couldn't make it look quite right, so I tried something closer to how she looks in one of the older movies. I might stick with this, but make her a bit more butch in fashion styles. Idk! I'll have to figure that out as I go, I think.

[pwurrz]

if you let your fucking cat outside unsupervised i am going to kill you. i am going to beat you to death with a hello kitty baseball bat and i am going to kill you

there is no excuse and there is nothing you could say that would make me think that just letting your cat free roam outside unsupervised is okay.

[neverendingford]

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[pinkcadillaccas]

Seeing people's eyes light up when you give them permission to actually be themselves and tell you their actual name and how they actually want to be referred to rather than their compromises they've made for other people is the most beautiful thing in the world

[jonathanrook]

when did my default response to stress become imagining myself beating up taz skylar