#he's still alive

[efingcod]

You Can't Kill Me - Frank Woods, Black Ops

[asiahatake]

some little itachi doodles bc I'm thinking about my boy

[ezralva]

It's been a while since I read a jjk article that actually makes me happy

And for the description of Choso which is so very right

Choso is such a deep, multi-layered character that sometimes it's very sad I rarely find any fanworks that feature and dig him thoroughly and do him justice with his phenomenal characterization and narrative.

[if-mirrormine]

i miss my brother so much it feels more like mourning.

[junofficercore]

polites, my beloved, you're still alive in my heart.

[eracrow]

Johnny boy✨

[trasho-pando2011]

I WAS EDITING SOMETHING (wow sm6 has only been out for like 2 hours and I'm already editing something) AND I JUST NOTICED STREBER IN THE BACKGROUND HOLY SHIT FUCK YEAH IT'S THE BOI

[game-weaver]

Caught in the Web

Yugi groaned as he shifted. He wasn't sure how long he had been out at this point, in that weird in between state. He had dreamless sleep before but that? It was never like that, never like some weird state not quite awake and not fully asleep. At least the burning in his lungs has begun to subside for now, he could try to take stock of himself. He couldn't see, he was blindfolded and there was cloth wrapped around his mouth so he couldn't speak. The iron shackles bit into his wrists and his muscles were sore from laying in the same position on the cold concrete for who knew how long, not to mention the bruises from having been grabbed. His ears strained, listening for any sound.

The only smell around him was acrid, some combination of rust and mold. He couldn't quite tell if there was the sound of water nearby, it might be. Distant and muffled, in this sightless world it was the little sounds that were echoing in his ears. The rough scraping of his legs against the concrete, the drip....

Drip.....

Drip........

of water somewhere in the dank enclosure. The sudden slide of metal against metal made him flinch, curling in on himself. He hadn't even heard the footsteps enter his personal space, but he let out a strangled cry as his hair was suddenly fisted and he was yanked to his knees.

"I wonder how easy you will be to break," the woman's voice curled into his ear and he tried to cringe, though she held him right where he was. Fingernails trailed his jaw before gripping his chin so he couldn't attempt to turn away. "Though I do hope you pick doing things the hard way. It's always so much more fun that way."

A tremble went down his spine as he tried to calm his breathing and hammering heart. This was bad, it was so very bad. Fear was coursing through him, a deep seated fear he hadn't ever felt, even in some of the life or death situations he had been in in the past. Maybe some shred of himself remembered a situation that was all too familiar to this.

A situation that ended in tragedy.

"Now then," sharp nails dug into his skin, her voice softening with fake gentleness. "Are you going to be good and tell us where more of you are? We could make it worth your while, put in a good word for you when we hand you over to our boss."

His blood ran cold. That's what they wanted? It wasn't enough for them to want him dead, they wanted information. How much did they know about him? Did they know the connections he had to the Other realm? It was obvious they at the very least knew he was part fae considering the iron.

"You might live longer, after all." With a simple motion, the fabric was removed from his mouth so he could speak and he shivered in her grasp. He could take her up on that offer, tell her things he knew, it wasn't like he knew the ins and outs of everything. He didn't even know how his magic worked most of the time. Any information could buy him more time until someone found him. And yet…

"No," the words left him on a breath and he felt her grow still, her grip tightening.

"Anything at all would help you, any little bit of information." She cooed, the tone of playing a 'good cop' betrayed by how tightly she gripped his face and hair.

"No." He couldn't. He couldn't be a threat to his own people, he couldn't aid the very hunters who's sole purpose was hunting down people like him. He hissed as her nails sank into his skin, drawing blood.

"Tsk. Fine by me." The fake niceness was gone in an instant. "Give it time, soon you'll be singing like the pretty little bird you are."

The gag was put back in place before he was thrown to the floor with a muffled yelp. Curling his knees up to his chest he tried to slow his breathing, his heart pounding against his ribs. He had to figure out a way out, or at the very least a way to call for help.

Before it was too late.

[dawn-sunlight]

It took me way longer than it should've to figure out that the reason Thadius was so shocked to see Oscar in Four of Our Notes are Missing is because at that point Thadius thought his plan had worked and Oscar was dead.

[maks-arts]

Sleeping in the cafeteria

(Click for better quality)

More about RPG OCs lol

The sleepyhead on the left is Raviel (Ravi), he's my OC for a Percy Jackson RPG.

The other one is my friend's character, his name is Admeto.

Little info. Ravi is 15 years old and is a demigod, he's the son of Hypnos, the god of sleep. He has a terrible sleep, always sleeping during the day but never at night, he's super introverted and shy, never talking to anyone and just living in his own world, literally. Ravi has control over his dreams and can induce himself to have lucid dreams where he dreams of his ideal life, with his mother, sister and father, he has been searching for his father his whole life.

A nature lover, he has always loved the flora of his home country, Brazil. He moved to the United States when he was 5 years old and has not yet gotten used to it. Well, in general, he's Brazilian and American.

Well, I better stop or I'll tell all his lore here lol

[aggravatetheaxe]

I'm just uploading her so I never lose her again

[thelightsgoout]

i miss my dad

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

It was an interesting choice to have a young lad named Oliver Menn to serve as the Conductor’s ‘omen’.

And, when the Conductor was sent back to whichever dimension they came from, Oliver appeared in the background, so the audience knew he was still alive.

[h3rb1eherb]

currently projecting onto the batfam lol.

I want my Kuya back

[no-body-no-death-tbb]

Tech is not the first time Dave Filoni has had a major character fall off something from a great height into thick cloud cover.

He’s used this trope before. And the character survived.

Just sayin’...

[villainsally]

Happy birthday Technoblade! Congrats on turning 24!