#i love them it's ruining my life😭

[megumiifushiiguro]

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU-

[cxndycl0wn]

[indigopoptart]

gonna get back into the swing of things with!! some faces I did a bit ago!!!

+ closeups and oc creds under the cut!

the welcome home guys ofc <3

some of my guys!

(Niebla belongs to both me and @akemima ! <3)

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And now, some friends’ ocs!

Lady belongs to @gremliinsart, Keira belongs to @funonion001 !!! :3

Sundown belongs to @carnivalcarrion !! <3

Damon belongs to @sammysun , Wizard belongs to @akemima !! :33 <3<3

[fuzziiwuzzii]

JIM’S HAIR *FALLS TO MY KNEES AND EXPLODES*

[yuwuta]

i politely demand you talk about your nge/pacrim au!

thank you for enabling my behavior and for all your art omg <33333 i will attempt to coherently and briefly outline my thoughts

the short version is: yuuta/rika saves you post-battle and both are irrationally upset when it turns out that you already have a boyfriend. 

yuuta would like to take some of the credit for digging you out the rubble, but the truth is, it was like his mech was on auto-pilot, overriding all of his controls to dig you out of a lifeless environment and stash your cold, limp body in the center chamber until yuuta and rika were transported back to the base. 

yuuta doesn’t understand why he lost control of rika like that, nor does he understand why he feels so upset when he goes to visit you in the infirmary and there’s already some other man by your bedside holding your hand. he vaguely recognizes kokichi as a junior engineer who’s done a few surface level repairs on rika, and he’s surprised and green with envy to find out that kokichi is also your boyfriend. 

yuuta doesn’t understand the anger he feels, or the headache he gets, or the panic attack that’s threatening to rise in him, or why his feet automatically drag him back to his mech, or why he feels like he could hear rika’s faint sobs and screams in his head and he lay in his pilot chamber. none of it makes sense and he can barely sleep because of it, but it happens every time he thinks about you and kokichi for too long; and strangely enough, if the thinks about how rika seemed to come to life to save you for too long. there’s some kind of missing link he can’t piece together. 

when you’re conscious, you can’t seem to recall any part your childhood, and only have your memories from college onwards, save for bits and pieces of the attack you were a victim of. yuuta learns that you were studying to be an engineer, that you were moving to work at the hangar and be closer to your boyfriend, that kokichi was slated to pick you up from the airport that ended up being the site of attack. a small part of yuuta wishes kokichi had been there, thinks that rika wouldn’t have found him in the rubble. 

you’re the miracle save, and somewhat become the baby of the hangar. world-renowned pilots you’d only ever studied in class stopped by to give you their condolences, offer their help. you try to remain calm when satoru gojo and kento nanami make an appearance as a duo in your tiny recovery room, calling you brave and bowing to you with a home cooked meal in hand. senior engineers do their best to recover your work from college, assuring you that your injuries and recovery period would be a non-factor in the hiring process—that you were free to start as soon as you felt comfortable. you get the most attention from yuuta, who makes himself a friend, and a critical part of your recovery, essentially firing your physical therapist in favor of fixing you himself. 

everyone makes you feel welcome, but yuuta makes you feel safe. he holds your waist while you re-learn to walk, he sneaks you into the pilot’s lounge while the jaegers have their repairs done—and nods in faux-sympathy as you mourn the presence of your boyfriend, who seems busier than ever these days with nuisance repairs, jokes about how yuuji and megumi seem to be particularly reckless with their jaeger lately—he squeezes your hand when you have headaches and fractured flashbacks of your past that you can’t piece together, he holds you when you cry out of pure frustration of not being able to remember who you are

yuuta’s a real smooth talker, too. always knows exactly how to comfort you while your boyfriend is busy, always talks to the press about you so preciously, always makes you feel like you have a purpose even if you can’t remember your past self—maybe you weren’t meant to remember anything before him and rika, maybe it was meant to be this way. it’s a twisted comfort, but it’s something to cling to, it’s better than crying over memories you no longer have.

everyone notices yuuta’s weird reverse stockholm syndrome lol… the way he hovers over you like he’s your sole protector and savior, the way he demands to be privy to all decisions about your health care, the way he remains close to you with no fear of your boyfriend. nobody says anything, though—yuuta’s a pilot, a good one, and one the few solo pilots in the entire world. he’s precious and vital to humanity, worth a thousand men, worth ten thousand engineers. besides, his friends see something special between you two, especially the co-pilot pairs; satoru and kento, megumi and yuuji, choso and yuki—they know compatibility when they see it, and boyfriend or not, you have something special with yuuta. they all share a common thought: kokichi is fighting a losing battle. and even if he could beat yuuta, he’d never win against rika.

[leedoobles]

Where could fire and kindling go wrong? ☁️🌊🌟💛💜❤️

[desi-yearning]

Yearning extra this November for some reason

[wiretism]

whenever i see you on my dash youre talking about characters that ive never heard of like ¨fuuucckk i wish smipple dee defeated the Great Binbus but whateverr" WHAT are you talking about -sneeb

HGRELPPPPP SMIPPLE DEE...

I fear this is because I hate maintagging things i switch fandoms without warning and just Start Yapping and i seem to be more and more interested in side characters every month... not to mention my fucking army of ocs...

[wistrea-gone]

he was balancing a small and delicately frosted cake in his hands, digits awkwardly splayed to avoid squashing it. perched atop his head, precariously tied to one of his furred ears, was a strip of lace, soft and white. it itched like fucking hell, and he felt more than a little ridiculous, but the thought of her reaction had him grinning like a fool. her birthday. he was not the type to perform great deeds for celebration… but for her, for her everything made absolute sense, even if he had no idea of what he was doing. he stopped in front of her door, taking a steadying breath, surprisingly nervous. not because it was a difficult task ( he knew she would appreciate it regardless ), but because he wanted to get it right.

he reached for the doorknob, balancing the cake carefully in one hand, and pushed the door open without knocking. ❝ happy birthday, angel. ❞ he rumbled, stepping inside with a grin that was equal parts of cocky and sheepish, noting how she was still in the comfort of their bed, savouring the first sunbeams. he held the cake out slightly, the pink frosting catching the light, and tilted his head just enough to make the lace wobble on his ear. ❝ hope ya ready for somethin' sweet. ❞ his grin widened, ears slightly wiggling, giving emphasis to the lace. ❝ ain't as sweet as you, i mean… ya get me. ❞ he was always prone to offer something unique, something special… a necklace, a ring, flowers. but years together made him realise that there was nothing more precious than to offer what was truly is.

he leaned in slightly once he approached her, pressing a kiss to her forehead without ever ruining the cake. ❝ see this? ❞ he gestured to himself with one hand, his smirk widening. ❝ this is the real gift this year. that's me… ain't it the best one? ❞ a chuckle escaped, resonating loudly, coming from his chest. ❝ which means… whatever you want, angel. i'm yours for the day. ❞ and for a moment, his expression softened, nose gently nuzzling nose. ❝ not that you didn't know that already… you have my heart in your palms. ❞

this home of theirs is the place she finds it the most difficult to force herself to stir from her slumber. there was something that persuaded her to sleep, be it the comfort of these walls that she and settrigh had lived in for long enough and loved for it to be truly called a home, and falling asleep in her lover's embrace knowing that he will still be there the morrow next. whether it was a chair or the smallest trinket she had placed on their shelves, she found a reason to love coming home. in the chaos that was their lives, and the separation that had parted them so many years ago, they seem to cling to each other to make sure that one does not stray from the path they paved for each other to walk. kira harbored a stubborn refusal to lose settrigh again ... she wouldn't allow it to happen, she couldn't bare the thought of them losing one another again.

perhaps that is why confusion furrows her brow when she stirs late into the morning, her hand reaching out to follow the remnants of warmth sett had left on his side of the bed, only to be met with nothing but wrinkled sheets at her side. she knew he would not leave before she woke if there was no reason for it. just as she had propped herself up onto her forearms, blinking away the drowsiness from behind her eyes. before she could even wonder where he had gone, the door opens and she finds herself smiling at the sight of him, sitting up atop the sheets of their bed.

❛    you look great, sett.   ❜  there's soft laughter that accompanies her claim, though her voice was still hoarse with sleep. it was endearing, how endearingly silly he appeared with the ribbon tied around his ear, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to gently toy with the lace once he was close enough, careful as to not remove it. ❛    as stunning as you are every day, this suits you a lot. you look like a present all ready for me to unwrap ~    ❜  how she smiles and leaned further into his touch the moment she felt his lips against her forehead, and she took the cake into her hands to relieve him of it.

the witch can't help herself, as she scooped some of the pink frosting with her fingers and tasted it for herself, humming as she grinned up at him. with careful hands, the cake is placed on the bedside table before she's sitting up onto her knees, moving closer to him while he stood at the edge of the mattress. her arms come to wrap around sett's shoulders, pulling him close to her in an embrace as she peppered kisses along the column of his neck to portray her gratitude.

❛    mm, the best gift. just when i thought i couldn't love you any more than i already do, you continue to surprise me, my love.    ❜  she said as she pulled away, a soft laugh escaping her when she feels his nose brush against hers, and she pressed a kiss to the tip of his. ❛    i think i'd like to keep you for the rest of my life.    ❜ 

there is a cheeky lift of the corner of her mouth, before she's pulling him back into bed with her, until her back hits the mattress and he hovered above her. ❛    for the whole day, hm? then you and i are staying in bed for another few hours.    ❜ 

@goldenfists kira birthday 2024!

[mariemariemaria]

i feel kinda crazy bc whenever i was a teenager i created this sorta imaginary older big sister who had moved out of the house so in my head i could live w her whenever i wanted bc she had survived it all and was independent and she would also just comfort me in a big sisterly way whenever something bad or upsetting happened and recently ive been going back to that at my big age 😭 and its kinda sad and also just wish fulfillment and also kinda scary bc i really used to think that by my age i'd have everything sorted but i really don't and i know that's normal and nobodies twenties are perfect but some people also have good relationships w their fathers which is crazy just to think about sooo

[girlivealwaysbean]

you ever hangout with someone and their company is actually much worse than being alone?

[skitskatdacat63]

During the 2020 shut-in era, I basically only listened to Coldplay and god the amnt of emotional nostalgia I get from listening to their music is so

[limitlesspossibilities]

//I beat Persona 3 and I am distraught but I'm adding these three as muses-

[whatevertheywant]

Phoebe and Lucy parallels that have me losing my mind

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

We're in Love- boygenius

Emily,I'm Sorry- boygenius

True Blue- boygenius

Leonard Cohen- boygenius

True Blue x2- boygenius