#i need to draw him agin....

[jb-bang]

Everyone love banjo but no one care for stengal. Or that other guy.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: here it is! enjoy xx

he says everything i need to hear, and it's like i couldn't ask for anything better. he opens up my door and i get into his car and he says, "you look beautiful tonight" and i feel perfectly fine

Y/N had never met Steve. She knew of him, she knew he was Bucky's best friend who had joined the ad company in New York when Bucky was first assembling it. From what she had heard from other people, he was the only person Bucky really trusted, so much that when the ad company set up shop in London, it was Steve who Bucky sent to manage the whole operation. However, Y/N had always found it somewhat odd that Steve and Bucky were best friends as apparently they were completely different people - at least according to Sam.

Steve was reliable, a goody two shoes who followed the rules and was universally liked by everyone and anyone that came into contact with him - a poster child. He was also married to someone he had known since he was 15, the two had bought a house, picket fence and all, and were carefully considering when to have children. Bucky, on the other hand, was either liked or hatred but always respected. Marriage seemed like something he didn't particularly consider anymore and had had a kid without even wanting one. It didn't make sense the two were close, yet agin opposites attract. Nevertheless, Y/N was yet to meet him. Sadie appeared to like him, or at least liked him enough to include her in her drawings.

Since she was not the one to pick up Sadie up, she had plenty of time to spend wallowing over her PhD thesis and nit pick at every single word by wondering if she used the word 'comparison' too many times. She sighed, burying her hands in her hair and almost hitting her head against the keyboard of her laptop.

      -Hi. - she looked up to see Chris sitting next to her, still wearing his suit and holding his briefcase. - How are you?

      -Chris. - she smiled. It was nice seeing him. - Got off work earlier?

      -Sergeant Barnes dismissed me early today. He was in a mood.

      -He's always in a mood. It's Bucky, after all.

      -He lets you call him that? - he asked and Y/N shrugged. - He doesn't even let us call him James and that's his name.

      -Well, I do sleep in his place and watch over his daughter. I have perks. - she joked. - I'm sorry I had to leave early this morning. I was worried about Sadie.

      -Since you left early, I was wondering if you'd like to maybe spend the night with me again. - he kissed her shoulder. - I'll do the thing you like and then bake you pancakes in the morning.

Y/N smiled. She'd had a wonderful date with Chris and he'd been nothing but charming the whole time; however, she didn't like to leave Sadie by herself. She was little, she didn't understand if Y/N wasn't there to sing her a lullaby or read a Dr. Seuss book or make the buttered noddles the way she liked it.

      -I'm sorry but I need to go home and watch Sadie.

      -I thought Steve Rodgers was in town. - Chris closed Y/N's laptop as it went onto standby. - He usually parades Sadie Barnes around town, so I'm sure Sergeant Barnes wouldn't mind.

      -Yes but Sadie is 2 and she gets nervous around new people.

      -She's not your daughter, Y/N. She's Bucky's and you can't get her used to having you by her side all the time. I mean, you're finishing your PhD soon.

Y/N forced a smile. She knew that, Bucky had told her that, she knew Sadie wasn't hers, she knew that. She moved her laptop to her tote bag, getting up and throwing her hair to the side before making it to the exit. Chris followed after her with a sheepish look.

      -Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. - he apologised, following behind her as she closed and crossed door after door.

      -I know what you meant, Christopher.

      -I just don't want you to get hurt when you eventually leave. It's not like Sergeant Barnes will let you visit Sadie. He's only nice to those who can do something for him.

      -I really would enjoy it if you didn't butt into my work. I don't mess with yours so don't mess with mine.

      -Okay, I'm sorry. - he rushed in front of her, raising his hands up in surrender. - I'm so sorry, Y/N. I just worry about you.

      -I don't need you worrying about me, I can handle myself just fine.

      -I know, Y/N, I know. - he lowered his hands. - I just feel overprotective over you. I've known Barnes for a while and he can be an idiot, I just don't want you to experience that.

      -I've known Bucky for a while too, Chris. I don't need to be protected.

      -I'm sorry. We'll hang out another day when you're not busy with Sadie. Sounds good?

      -I'll think about it.

      -Think about it while I drive you back home?

Chris was nice, Y/N liked him. She told herself that she liked him because she did. He was stunning, he was smart, he had a PhD, what else could she possibly want? The trouble became when he started talking about what would come after her graduation - if she graduated which at this point she didn't believe. But when she did, he was right, it wasn't as if Bucky, being the stubborn man he was, would allow her to continue seeing Sadie. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten this close to Sadie, maybe she should start to distance herself from her. Yet, as she approached the front door and saw the little yellow rubber boots Sadie had begged and begged Bucky for and were still a bit too big for her, she was certain it would be very hard for her to forget the little girl.

She put the key on the keyhole and turned around. Chris smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her before pushing the door open. She was expecting an empty house, instead she turned around to see Sam and the much discussed Steve holding Sadie.

      -Hm, I'll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast, Y/N. - Chris waved her goodbye leaving her now in the very awkward situation with Sam and Steve.

Sam chuckled to himself before taking a gulp of coffee. His eyes searched for Steve with a hint of "told you so".

      -Bucky gave you the day off? - Y/N asked as she took off her scarf and coat.

      -Bucky is not the boss of me. - Sam replied. - So ... Chris Davis?

      -Mind your business, Wilson.

      -What? It just explains a lot doesn't it? - Sam continued on teasing, mostly talking to Steve than Y/N. - Oh, this is Steve by the way. A weirdly tall blonde stranger isn't holding Sadie.

      -I know Steve from the photos. - Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee, pointing towards one of the many frames with photos of Steve. - I'm Y/N.

      -The heartbreaker, I know. - he extended his hand towards her. Y/N furrowed her brows, what was that supposed to mean? Luckily for her, Steve corrected himself as Sam discretly elbowed him on the side. - I meant rule breaker. Sam said you rode Bucky quite hard.

      -Maybe not, based on how much of a bitch he was today. - Sam chuckled mostly to himself.

      -Don't swear in front of the 3 year old, please.

      -Sorry, Y/N, I don't know what's the Bluey equivalent of a massive pain in the ass Bucky Barnes.

Y/N rolled her eyes, moving to the kitchen to start making dinner. Yet before, she could, Sadie hugged her leg demanding attention. The au pair smiled, leaning down to pick her up and kiss her cheek countless times getting a few good giggles from the 2 year old. Sam and Steve mostly kept to themselves, sitting in the living room while gossiping (although they would never admit to it) about Bucky and his many, many shenanigans. Y/N tried not to pay much mind to it, not wanting to know about Bucky's sexual escapades and trying to ensure Sadie didn't hear any of it.

Bucky came home, as per usual as of lately, very late. He came in like a hurricane, dropping his jacket and briefcase and making a direct bee line to grab himself a drink. He barely acknowledged her existence, still somewhat stirring in his passive aggressive behaviour, instead going to greet Sam and Steve.

(...)

Dinner had gone by pretty uneventful, most of it being Steve and Bucky reminiscing about their teenage years and early 20s as well as Steve posing Y/N the occasional question about her career and studies. She'd finished her evening by putting Sadie to bed and going herself to bed leaving Bucky and Steve by themselves to tidy up the plates and the kitchen - something Steve had told Y/N not to do.

      -So, why are you here? - Bucky asked as he loaded the dishwasher.

      -Can't I come see my best friend and work colleague?

      -Without your wife? No, something's up.

      -Believe it or not me and my wife don't come as a package deal.

      -Cut it off, Steve. You don't visit unannounced and you don't go anywhere without your wife specially when you're trying for a baby. Why are you here, Rogers?

      -I heard about you and Anna. - the blonde sighed. - That was stupid.

      -Who told you?

      -Anna.

Bucky stopped loading the dishwasher, a rare look of surprise on his face. Anna? Why would Anna be talking to Steve?

      -Why the fuck would you be talking to Anna? - he said in a silent tone, ponctuated by deep breathes as he attempted to ground himself and not get angry.

      -I never stopped talking to Anna, Bucky. - Steve felt uneasy as he said this.

      -What? - Bucky shut his eyes. - You've been talking to the mother of my child, the same child who is your godchild, the same child who got abandoned by her mother at my doorstep right after she was born?

      -We've known Anna since she was 6, Bucky. I wasn't gonna drop her, not when she needed help.

      -What help did she need? Abandoning more children?

      -You know that's not fair, Bucky. - Steve crossed his arms. - Just because she doesn't want to be a mother, doesn't mean leaving Sadie was less hard.

      -So what, Steve? What are you here for? You're here to come ask me to be kinder to Anna? What the fuck are you here for?

      -I'm here because you keep trying to make something work that won't work! Bucky, she doesn't want to be a mother, stop it. Stop trying to make Anna a mother to Sadie, she doesn't want that.

      -I'm not trying to make anyone into a mother.

      -Oh sure, you're just trying to find Sadie a mother but because you're too chicken to introduce her to any of the girlfriends you've had, you always pick Anna, trying to make her something she isn't.

      -Oh shut up, Steve. Sadie is my priority, she's my daughter, I'm not gonna introduce her to women who are not a fixture in my life!

      -And what's even going on between you and your au pair?

      -What is that supposed to mean?

      -You're feuding with her boyfriend.

      -He's not her boyfriend.

      -You're feuding with Chris Davis. Chris Davis? And for what?

      -I don't owe you any explanation on how I run my company that you work for.

      -You're playing the CEO card, Barnes? Is that it?

      -Chris Davis is not the man for Y/N.

      -What and you are? You're quitting trying to make Anna the mother and moving on to Y/N?

      -So that's the only reason I like women as of late? They can be mothers to my child?

      -You're being self destructive. Stop bullying Chris Davis before she figures it out and quits or he gets annoyed enough and breaks up with her. She has a boyfriend, let it be.

      -Coming from the guy who broke someone's engagement?

      -I didn't go around trying to actually break it, Bucky. Just because she's good with Sadie does not mean it's right for you.

      -And what would you know?

      -I know you. You're gonna date a postgraduate student? You're gonna expect someone who is yet to start her life to settle down and play wife and mother?

      -No, of course not. I would never ask that of her.

      -Then what? Is it because she hasn't slept with you and your fantasies have gotten out of control?

      -I love her.

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[saradrewitt]

SARAH JACKALOPE I DESPERATELY NEED YOUR HELP WITH LEARNING HOW TO DRAW A TERZO EMERITUS PLEASE GET BACK TO ME

Hi! I’m so sorry this took a bit to answer!

FULL DISCLOSURE I am literally the worst person to ask because the way I do it always changes but I appreciate your trust in my inconstancy! I also have a hard time drawing him or the other papas for that matter without a reference. I can try to help the best way I can. here we go, I really hope this helps!

So the number don represent the order but just what I'll explain. First always consider the shape of the face I know this is just the sketch but we always start somewhere. 

(1) Take a look at the basic jaw structure my style always make it longer than it should be but in this case I'm taking in the fact that while I made this tutorial I was looking at a photo reference. (2) Then the ears. (3) The basic middle line mark. (4) Two lines are of course for the eyes and you must realize that our eye level matches the tip of the ears show in the picture for remember that. (5) What I personally do when I draw noses it just help with a realistic measurement of the brows and the nose size. if we’re looking at this through a stylized realism way, remember that the distance between the eyes is matched by the size of the nose. this is not the case for some people but look at refs of people’s noses and see that the size of the eyes is the same size of the nose.(6) The first initial circle is the base, but remember that that won’t be the size of a head. so expand it a little bit so there is extra room to get that hairline and detail when we get to that part (I ended up not paying attention and ngl Terzo ended up with a big ass head but shhhhh I warned you)....

I went ahead and did some detail work but this is what we��ll be seeing when I draw them. from pictures you can see the age lines and it’s really just a matter if you want the detail or not, done people can do that with little detail and make it look good but my style is in constant crises all the time so this is how I do it. you can also why I have the base sketch on top of my “lineart”.

So Terzo’s hair specifically is weird in my opinion. I normally have a part I go off from when I draw hair but his just has to be weird. Either way, when I draw his I go down from the middle and just make it both have that volume and fluff he normally has. (Agin in the end result I polished it up so his part is that square like formation seen in pictures).

Okay now the fun part, the papal makeup! The deep pink lines are the base sketch I usually draw up so when I color and shade it can be adjusted if needed. It also helps me know that proportions are somewhat realistic but with a small hint of my style as well. Idk I'm still in a style crisis as we speak and it’s gotten a lot worse since I've joined this fandom. 

When I think everything looks good I work with the black and color it. I normally like using our black when I work with lineart to give it that ink look. I called this blunt lineart (and shading cuz like I said my style is very inconsistent). Now if you’re working digitally I do this type of coloring on a layer on top of this sketch so when I low the opacity I can see if my placement is correct (again just of needed). if I think I got most of it correct that’s where I go I with my next step. 

Wow, it’s looking like Terzo now, look at our sweet boy with the rbf, Blessimo!

So in these next few steps I just add the white and added purple wrinkle likes that were cover by the blunt lineart. You can make those line grey or white depending on your style but I like adding his colors when I draw him digitally so that’s an option. Once I have everything done I just against as needed then move on.  

Lastly I finish up the lineart, work on some shadow work and add color, for sketched I don’t really do that but in this case I placed a color pallet I usually work with (it’s still gonna be inconsistent as I go) but this is usually what I do when I draw him. honestly to god my methods and process changes but I at least hope this was a helpful guide.

[rebelliousstories]

Welcome You To Try

Kiss Me You Animal

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Zylia “The Freak” Shelley

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language, Mentions of Scientific Experimentation

Word Count: 1,138

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Summary: Such tender moments are not common in the Wastelands. You have to hold them tight and not let go when you do have them.

Nights in the Wasteland were luck of the draw when it came to how they were going to play out. Or maybe they were purely about who you were, and who you surrounded yourself with. Either way, Zylia had long since lost her fear of the darkened sky.

A roaring fire was her only light as she looked over the papers in her hands. She did not know why she tried to do it still. It was not like she learned how to read overnight.

“Whatcha doin’ over there, vampie?” Cooper called out from where he was getting back to their camp. She turned in her spot to see the man coming back with something in a can for the both of them.

“Trying to figure out what’s on these sheets that could help me. And then I realized that I can’t read. So what use are they anyways?” Her shoulders shrugged as the papers fell into the sand below her. Plopping down in a little dip beside the girl, Howard groaned as he tried to get comfortable. His knife appeared and he used it to carve open the cans of cram, Zylia noticed.

“Give me those. You take this. Your stomach is growlin’ like a dog defending his toy.” Cooper grumbled as he shoved the now open can over to the woman. Dusting off the papers, he began to look over them once more. She dug in but cast her eyes over to the side every so often to check in on Cooper’s facial expressions. Other than his attempt to read which reminded her of an old man that desperately needed glasses, which made her smile and giggle into her food, there was no indication as to what was on the page.

“Well, I ain’t seein’ nothin’ here that’s new. Don’t know whatcha expected to find, vampie. Huh,” his voice trailed off, “well ain’t that somethin’.”

“What? What’d you find?” Zylia happily abandoned her now empty can for the prospect for new information. The Ghoul only cocked a hairless eyebrow at the woman’s behavior.

“It’s notes about your condition that those scientists took. Don’t know if you’re gonna like what they say.” While his voice trailed off, Zylia was just trying to peer over his shoulder even though they both knew that it was not going to do any good.

“Spit it out, Coop. I wanna know.” But he could not speak. Blood was rushing through his ears as he tried to keep his eyes on the papers in front of him.

“Cooper? Hey, Ghoulie, you okay?” Zylia shook him gently. Shaking his head, the man tried to clear his head as he averted his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay, so what does it say?” Zylia pressed again, trying to get the answer.

“In these notes,” Cooper cleared his throat, “it says that you had a rare blood disease when you were admitted to the vault. So in response to that, they started taking radiated blood and givin’ it to ya.’

‘It killed you once, and made you almost die another few times. But each time, you kept coming back with another ability or mutation. And because of the disease in your blood, combined with the radiation, it essentially stopped the agin’ process of your body.” He continued. However there was a pause before the next section of text. The suspense filled Zylia’s body with anxiety.

“Ain’t that some shit,” came a whisper.

“Come on Coop. I’m dyin’ here.” She tried again.

“There’s notes in here about the blood drinkin’. Says that they were able to successfully condition you to rely on it, but it has little effect on your body. It was part of the experiment to see if it could be done. Now, that’s messed up.”

Cold water rushed through her veins. Part of the experiment? That was all she was? Zylia was just proof of execution.

“So, so let me get this straight,” she leaned back and looked into the fire. “I had a blood disease that caused me to be experimented on, and exploited. And, on top of all that, they brainwashed me to crave and believe that I could sustain myself off of blood? For what? Some fucking experiment by people who killed me?”

Cooper could not say anything. This level of depravity was something that should not have shocked him, but there was something different about it. Maybe it was because this happened to Zylia, or maybe that killing someone was such common place that doing twisted experiments on people seemed like a fate worse than death. He had not become desensitized to that.

“You alright there, vampie?” He asked. Finally casting his eyes over to the woman, he found her staring at the flames before them. Her face was expressionless, but he recognized that look. That was the look of feeling every emotion to the point that you become numb.

“Look, Zylia,” Cooper turned his head, and so did she. And in what could only be found in a movie or romance novel, they somehow connected. There was no pursing of lips, but rather, they just slotted together. Like a jigsaw puzzle that was finally making some headway. They stayed like that for a moment with both of their eyes open.

They leaned away from each other to take a breath and readjust. It was only a moment later, but they both had rejoined together. Neither knew which one leaned in first, but neither one cared too much. It was a clash of skin and teeth, and yet, there was something almost romantic about it.

Zylia was a little confused, but did not question it just yet. She just let what was going to happen, happen. There was so many emotions and questions running through her head. However, the feeling of Cooper’s lips on hers, the rough texture and warm skin, it drowned everything out inside.

Cooper was in an all too similar boat. He was not sure why he was continuing the kiss, but he was not going to turn it down. His gloved hand reached up and tangled in the white locks at the base of her scalp. Howard kept her right where he was, selfishly stealing her breath with the kiss. But, unfortunately, she still needed air. Pulling away, their eyes fluttered open and there was pause. The Ghoul’s mouth gaped open and closed but The Freak beside him just pressed a finger against it.

“Talk about this in the mornin’. Goodnight, Coop.” With that, she dropped her head onto his chest, and proceeded to pass out. His arms as slung around her shoulders as it held her close. It had been an interesting night. But Cooper remained awake long after she had officially gone to sleep, with thoughts racing and being unable to catch them. Nights in the Wasteland were luck of the draw when it came to how they were going to play out. Or maybe they were purely about who you were, and who you surrounded yourself with. Either way, Zylia had long since lost her fear of the darkened sky.

A roaring fire was her only light as she looked over the papers in her hands. She did not know why she tried to do it still. It was not like she learned how to read overnight.

“Whatcha doin’ over there, vampie?” Cooper called out from where he was getting back to their camp. She turned in her spot to see the man coming back with something in a can for the both of them.

“Trying to figure out what’s on these sheets that could help me. And then I realized that I can’t read. So what use are they anyways?” Her shoulders shrugged as the papers fell into the sand below her. Plopping down in a little dip beside the girl, Howard groaned as he tried to get comfortable. His knife appeared and he used it to carve open the cans of cram, Zylia noticed.

“Give me those. You take this. Your stomach is growlin’ like a dog defending his toy.” Cooper grumbled as he shoved the now open can over to the woman. Dusting off the papers, he began to look over them once more. She dug in but cast her eyes over to the side every so often to check in on Cooper’s facial expressions. Other than his attempt to read which reminded her of an old man that desperately needed glasses, which made her smile and giggle into her food, there was no indication as to what was on the page.

“Well, I ain’t seein’ nothin’ here that’s new. Don’t know whatcha expected to find, vampie. Huh,” his voice trailed off, “well ain’t that somethin’.”

“What? What’d you find?” Zylia happily abandoned her now empty can for the prospect for new information. The Ghoul only cocked a hairless eyebrow at the woman’s behavior.

“It’s notes about your condition that those scientists took. Don’t know if you’re gonna like what they say.” While his voice trailed off, Zylia was just trying to peer over his shoulder even though they both knew that it was not going to do any good.

“Spit it out, Coop. I wanna know.” But he could not speak. Blood was rushing through his ears as he tried to keep his eyes on the papers in front of him.

“Cooper? Hey, Ghoulie, you okay?” Zylia shook him gently. Shaking his head, the man tried to clear his head as he averted his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay, so what does it say?” Zylia pressed again, trying to get the answer.

“In these notes,” Cooper cleared his throat, “it says that you had a rare blood disease when you were admitted to the vault. So in response to that, they started taking radiated blood and givin’ it to ya.’

‘It killed you once, and made you almost die another few times. But each time, you kept coming back with another ability or mutation. And because of the disease in your blood, combined with the radiation, it essentially stopped the agin’ process of your body.” He continued. However there was a pause before the next section of text. The suspense filled Zylia’s body with anxiety.

“Ain’t that some shit,” came a whisper.

“Come on Coop. I’m dyin’ here.” She tried again.

“There’s notes in here about the blood drinkin’. Says that they were able to successfully condition you to rely on it, but it has little effect on your body. It was part of the experiment to see if it could be done. Now, that’s messed up.”

Cold water rushed through her veins. Part of the experiment? That was all she was? Zylia was just proof of execution.

“So, so let me get this straight,” she leaned back and looked into the fire. “I had a blood disease that caused me to be experimented on, and exploited. And, on top of all that, they brainwashed me to crave and believe that I could sustain myself off of blood? For what? Some fucking experiment by people who killed me?”

Cooper could not say anything. This level of depravity was something that should not have shocked him, but there was something different about it. Maybe it was because this happened to Zylia, or maybe that killing someone was such common place that doing twisted experiments on people seemed like a fate worse than death. He had not become desensitized to that.

“You alright there, vampie?” He asked. Finally casting his eyes over to the woman, he found her staring at the flames before them. Her face was expressionless, but he recognized that look. That was the look of feeling every emotion to the point that you become numb.

“Look, Zylia,” Cooper turned his head, and so did she. And in what could only be found in a movie or romance novel, they somehow connected. There was no pursing of lips, but rather, they just slotted together. Like a jigsaw puzzle that was finally making some headway. They stayed like that for a moment with both of their eyes open.

They leaned away from each other to take a breath and readjust. It was only a moment later, but they both had rejoined together. Neither knew which one leaned in first, but neither one cared too much. It was a clash of skin and teeth, and yet, there was something almost romantic about it.

Zylia was a little confused, but did not question it just yet. She just let what was going to happen, happen. There was so many emotions and questions running through her head. However, the feeling of Cooper’s lips on hers, the rough texture and warm skin, it drowned everything out inside.

Cooper was in an all too similar boat. He was not sure why he was continuing the kiss, but he was not going to turn it down. His gloved hand reached up and tangled in the white locks at the base of her scalp. Howard kept her right where he was, selfishly stealing her breath with the kiss. But, unfortunately, she still needed air. Pulling away, their eyes fluttered open and there was pause. The Ghoul’s mouth gaped open and closed but The Freak beside him just pressed a finger against it.

“Talk about this in the mornin’. Goodnight, Coop.” With that, she dropped her head onto his chest, and proceeded to pass out. His arms as slung around her shoulders as it held her close. It had been an interesting night. But Cooper remained awake long after she had officially gone to sleep, with thoughts racing and being unable to catch them.

[thenixkat]

Mina fed her tiger regular cat food when it was a cub. the fuck

yeah no I'm not including battle tiger ownership if I do fic for Kaiju no. 8. I'm gonna replace that shit with a big fuckin dog and put battle armor and proper ear protection on it, I dont care if she's a cat person I'm not writing animal abuse also the artist doesnt know how to draw tigers. Like one look at a reference would tell you that tigers have round pupils not slits b/c big cat agin just this tiger looks so bad its face is so small and pinched the fuck

the tiger attempts to defend its owner

stop making me look at this terribly drawn tiger. Also wow imagine if the tiger wore protective gear that could have helped a little

yeah also what the fuck do you mean that the tiger is a failed kaiju. how does that happen? What are kaiju? also so it's ok for Mina to own a regenerating psychic tiger?

again the anatomy is so fucking bad on that cat. The terrible anatomy doesnt matter as much for the kaiju since they're monsters but the tiger is supposed to look like a tiger and this shit looks bad

its just this didnt need to be a fucking tiger. the exotic pet ownership is distracting and also the artist is bad at drawing tigers

huh there's a lot inside of no9

there's hundreds of beings human and kaiju assimilated inside no9 Mina is fighting her hardest to not get absorbed again, Mina if yer friendship with Kafka matters so much to you why did you decide to blame him and freeze him out? And then didnt have any meaningful talks with him until he got outed as a kaiju after he joined?

Kafka gets there in time to keep Mina from getting digested Kafka thanks and pets the tiger for helping

do you know how distracting it is that no8's design is different from chapter to chapter and even panel to panel at times. Its so weird like why are his horns curving outwards again near the tips? what color are his spines? roll the die he's also gotten a lot smoother instead of how craggy he used to be and lankier but I'm willing to believe that folks just dont feed him since he also has abs now in human form its also been a lot of back to back fighting. like a lot

for multiple volumes with not much breaks from fighting i can see why folks would find it a slog after a point no9 thinks humans are interesting and confusing and enjoys learning about them

yer not gonna get good data if you assimilate/devour/and kill all humans

ok yeah no9's age of kaiju is just what he wants and not representing any other kaiju's desires but his own

maybe if yall communicated more it would have been easier for yall to trust eachother in a fight

ugh, i dont think a person should apologize for not being able to do something but whatever let's get through this fucking fights its been goin on forever at this point

ah one of Kafka's aces up his sleeve, letting his kaiju side run wild for a little while

off screen training to use the inner beast

not standing on a chair to intimidate a tall person

oh hey kafka's claws and side spines are back

also letting out his kaiju side more allows Kafka to get bigger which narrows the size difference a bit.

also no9 has figured out the nature of Kafka's kaiju

shitty dad, already digested, comes back to ruin no9's day like a case of the runs. Lowering the shield protecting its core so Kafka can kill it

when a mfer is supposed to be dead b/c you destroyed his core but he goes 'hey let's have a chat'

the mask of teh samurai ghost that Kafka spotted at the shrine in no9's memories

no9 met Kafka's kaiju b4

no9 said no you won I'm dead I just had some questions but apparently yer human side and kaiju side arent connected enough to answer them

mfer with a dying monologue

ah no9 was something worse's can

kafka's kaiju has beef with whatever was hiding inside of no9 specifically

not this fucking fight having yet another phase

a ye olden kaiju that caused disaster in the 1800s? that either kafka or his kaiju fought in a past life

we get no9's backstory

no9 found out it could kill humans and things spiraled from there

the new monster is also magic and can cut things it looks at

this boss fight refuses to end. Yay the very hard to beat kaiju can now look at things and chop them up from a distance and also has so many fucking eyes

so either Mina dies next chap or is saved by plot armor

and just wow just the serial escalation

like i dont think this story is gonna do well post this arc given just how far the mangaka decided to escalate shit. I dont think the writing has teh chops to recover from over escalating

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 07x15 Repo Man

“Maybe it’s the RePOO man. Maybe he had to poo twice. Maybe he had to redo it” “the fuck” “They don’t normally torture demons. At least not that I can remember” “That was some deep throat shit” “That was a helluva an intro” “Can you imagine walking into an ER like that? Yeah, it was a simple mugging. No big deal” “That’s fkn drapes. Holy drapes” “It’s not carpet, but it does match the drapes” “They’ve got what’s-his-nuts back” “What’s an 1-8-7? Must be murder or something” “Split tongue. That was fucked” “she didn’t step through it” “Is it actually drawing? Or is she a demon?” laughter

🎶blood sacrifice🎶

🎶somebody getting murdered🎶

“Sure bud” “I’m with Lucifer on this one” “all around evil” 🎶post office friends🎶

“They put all those teeth back in quick” “I don’t understand how far back this goes? Lilith was s3/s4? Oh ok” “That was fucked up” “That’s healthy” “was that Lucifer fkn with Sam’s mind again? I can’t tell the difference” “Isn’t that how you get possessed? You stay there and don’t move?” “Juicy” “Some dude just saying shut up all to himself at the library” “we’re fucked now. He’s talking to Lucifer again. So predictable” “oh oopsie” “That’s kinda fucked up” “these last few episodes have been red/yellow/blue” “see what I mean?” “We don’t need to consume the whole ear for the tracking spell, do we?” 🎶blood sacrifice🎶

“How did you not see that coming forever ago, Dean?” “Who’s going to shoot him?” “No?” laughter

“Oh man. He spun around once or twice” “He was a serial killer after all” “PUUUUUUUKKKKEE” “I’ll never smoke agin” “ketchup and mustard. Except it’s green/yellow/and black.” “That’s a helluva a throw” “agree” “you’re fucked now bitch” “butt buddy or bunk buddy?” “that’s funny” “That must have been a cultural reference to a joke back then”

[obitobi-simp]

Obitos main profession and coping mechanisem is being an actor and he takes pride in it cuz that's the only thing no one can supass him acting is his thing

He has character shets in kamui and costumes he maintains

I think the many personas help him cope with his own personalrty disorders and identity issus

i think abt obito acting alot and i have do many ideas i want to write fics abt it

" i'm nobody and i don't want to be anybody" who is an actor when they aren't on the stage and acting

he'd say stuff like

" i'm first and formost an actor good actors hone there craft to mesmerize the whole crowed"

" good actors must be well versed in more then one art"

"good actors must be confidant in thier craft"

" a good actor must perform till the very end"

And so on telling himself that over and over agin . To him it dosen't matter anymore who he is or who he was aslong aa his performance was perfect . He's a perfectionist when it comes to acting

Obito making up characters to play or just characters to use in scenarios that never happen all kinds of disguises

I have a scene in my head where somone like let's say kakashi or naruto in a obito survives AU need him to do somthing and he's being akward abt it so the sugestion to act comes and it just goes like " okay just ac your name is scar you play a clam and calculated ninja from konoha ect " and obito claming dowen a bit pulling out a list

" okay question no 1 my character walks across a jar of candy how woud my character react to if he takes and eats candy how dose he do it ?"

...

Question no 245. How woud my character dress for a formal ocasion "

Some question are just rediculous and woud't happen but it's importaint to him to know

I kinda wanna draw paralles to him and furina from genshin i think the 2 woud get along and bond over there trauma and acting

I saw somone say somthing like " if hashirama is a god of shinobi obito is one of acting shoud have gone to acting school not ninja school" and i agree

Obito developing a god-actor complex judging all 'bad' actors and befriemdimg furina and respecting her as classes above him in acting

Sorry i was bit losing out on the original post

yayyyyyy since obito famously loves being undercover what if he just had a couple mundane disguises just to chill out with sometimes. like, obi the burger flipper in the hidden rice village. and kakashi's dropping by one day on a mission and he's like wow I could go for a burger and obito is like fuck shit fuck act natural uhhhh what can I get for you sir? and kakashi is like you remind me of someone, the way you flip those burgers, my god, it's sensational. and obito is like thanks sir I've never met a konoha ninja before never in my life. and kakashi is like I need to stare at this man who reminds me of obito some more. and since you know, ninja shit happens, you're out on the field for days with nobody but other men for company, things sort of happen-- the-- they uh-- the--

[yellow-faerie]

Hello there! For the pinned prompt list, no. 9 for Curufinrod, please.

Thanks in advance <3

I would very much like to do that :) This got angsty very quickly.

From this prompt list.

9 - "You're going too fast, you'll burn out soon"

"You're going too fast," Finrod says as Curufin bends over his desk, furiously rubbing out his latest sketch while his third candle of the night begins to sputter in the wind that insists on coming through the crack in the shutters. "You'll burn out soon."

Curufin ignores him. Maedhros needs these plans by the end of the week and nothing is working, nothing is right when he sets it down on paper.

"You should get some sleep. Look on these tomorrow morning with fresher eyes."

Curufin hates this. He knows his own body's capabailities better than anyone, thank you very much, and he doesn't need to be told by...by...

"Staring at that piece of paper isn't going to make ideas come any faster."

Curufin bites his tongue to stop himself from replying and very pointedly begins drawing. He just needs an initial idea and then all the numbers will fall nicely into place.

He startles at what he swears is someone's hand brushing over his shoulder, and his back stiffens.

That's...wrong.

"Come to bed," Finrod says again and Curufin can almost imagine him moving behind him.

Except he isn't. Because Finrod is dead.

"Rinkë-"

"Shut up!"

Curufin shoots up out of his chair and grabs the candle holder, throwing it with all his might at where the voice should be coming from.

It lands on the floor and the flame putters out, leaving Curufin alone in the dark.

There's no-one there. There never was.

He covers his mouth and sinks down, curling forward until his forehead is resting against the cold stone. He's sobbing - he can feel the pain rip through his chest as he struggles to breathe through tears and snot and the choking feeling of terrible guilt.

He knows, he knows that he couldn't have done anything else, that to do anything else would be to let a whole city succumb to the Doom but still, he cannot stop that overwhelming self-hatred that he sent a man he once professed to love to his death.

"Curvo," someone says softly. The voice is musical and airy but it's too tired to be the Finrod hallucination. "I heard you from upstairs. Are you alright?"

Curufin laughs, a tad hysterically, and curls up tighter.

Maglor sighs, in the terribly woebegone way he has started to sigh, and Curufin can hear his faint footfalls as he crosses the room. There's a sharp scrape of copper against stone.

"You really shouldn't throw the candle holders. You'll leave a dent in the wall someday and Nelyo will have your head."

"He can't kill me," Curufin says, forcing himself to sit up. "I'm currently too important."

He rubs at his eyes and swallows until his throat begins to taste normal agin and his eyes no longer burn.

"I'm sure he'll have no qualms about simply putting your execution back to after the battle," Maglor says cheerily.

"Sure." Curufin pushes himself to his feet and grabs the candle holder from Maglor's hands. "I'm going to bed," he says shortly.

"To sleep?" Maglor asks, raising an eyebrow.

Curufin ignores him as he brushes past and out the door. "I'll see you at breakfast Káno."

[failedintsave]

Ok fine, fine ok. It's Nategaar hours around here today, and I need it to stay out of my current project so here's me purging it from my system til it resurfaces with vengeance in probably like a day.

You Spin Me Round

The rattling of the window panes was audible even over the bass of Murderface's boom box, rain blowing almost horizontally in tropical storm gales. But seasoned Floridians weren't afraid of a little stormy weather, as proven by the groups of drenched partygoers who continued to filter through the door of their crowded apartment.

Nathan weaved his way through the sea of bodies, returning from the keg with four Solo cups balanced overhead, trying his best not to spill everything down his arms. He squeezed into the corner where most of his band stood gathered around a wooden cable spool he'd taken from his dad's hardware shop, the tabletop littered with a scattered deck of cards, an overflowing ashtray at it's center.

"Who the fuck are some of these people?" He grumbled as he approached, passing out beers to waiting hands.

"Shit, man, idunnoe. I invited some chicks from deh show, and I know Magnus told some folks to come back, but deh rest?" Pickles shrugged. "Stuffs closin' fer deh weather I think, people lookin' fer something ta do."

He grunted, handing a cup over to Murderface next to him before reaching across the table to pass the last beer to Skwisgaar wedged between two fawning groupies.

"Shoulda put someone at the door to take money for cups, they're draining the keg." He took a slug of foamy beer, glaring down into the contents. "And there's no room to play games or do anything."

"Juscht play drink-the-beer, who needsch a game for that?"

"Auuuggh that's boring. And besides, I'm really good at that game and we'll run out of beer faster."

"He ams gots a good points."

Pickles rubbed his chin in consideration before snapping his fingers, a proverbial lightbulb going off over his head. "I gaht it."

He scurried off, slipping easily through the throng of bodies towards his room. They watched him disappear, barely a glimpse of fiery red hair visible over the shoulders of their so-called guests. After a few minutes he reappeared with a Cheshire grin and a green bottle of whiskey. He held up his first two fingers, a single die pinched between them.

"Alright, I've gaht a game fer us. First step, we empty dis bottle." He cracked the top and handed it to Nathan. "As you were deh inspiration fer dese shenanigans, you may do de honors."

"Perfect." Nathan tipped the bottle back and took a long pull, passing it off to Murderface to share around the circle as Pickles continued.

"Next t'ings, we need a couple extra players, ot'erwise dis will get real predictable quick." He stood on tiptoes, waving over a few familiar faces from their show. He flagged Magnus down, but the guitarist didn't move.

"What do you want?" He shouted across the room.

"Come play a game!"

"What game?"

"Russian roulette, whaddya think? A party game!"

"What game?" Magnus repeated, moving slightly closer.

"Spin deh bottle!"

That stopped Magnus in his tracks. "Nope. Not this again. Fool me once, shame on you. Hard pass."

Murderface sputtered as he handed off the bottle down the line. "Hold on, what wasch that?!"

Ignoring him, Pickles threw his arms up at the goateed guitarist. "Why not?!" Magnus shook his head and turned back, melting into the crowd. "Ah yeh fuckin' killjoy, fine den!"

Nathan frowned, tracking the bottle's progress around the circle. "Uh, Pickles. Why exactly did you think we'd wanna play that? Together? Do we look like middle schoolers?"

"It's fun! Dere's stakes!" He slapped the die onto the table, smirking around at his audience. "Me an' Tony an' de guys made up dis version back in deh day."

Skwisgaar wiped his mouth on the back of a slender wrist, handing the liquor down to the woman next to him. "Sos you always play deh kissingk games wif your bands?" To Nathan's ear he didn't sound put off, merely curious.

Murderface, meanwhile, was less impressed. "That'sch totally gay! We can't play thisch together, what'sch wrong with you?!"

"Eh, it's just a goof we made up, touring ain't all blowjobs and snortin' coke off tits, sometimes ya just wanna have fun." Pickles reached out and poked Murderface in the belly. "Wouldja lemme finish explainin' deh rules before ya quit?"

The bottle made it's way back to the drummer and he tilted his head back for several long chugs, holding the glass up to the light and sloshing the liquid around. He nodded and handed it off to Nathan again with a wink. Frowning, Nathan took another long draw. He wasn't going to be the first of them to back down from this idea, even if it was stupid.

"Okey, so here's why dis game is different. Dere's two parts." He indicated the die and the bottle with a flourishing gesture. "First you roll de dice. On a one, two er three, it's normal rules. Little smackaroonie. No big deal. Four an' five, ya elevate it a little bit. Makeout, pull some hair, whatever."

"Oooookaaay I think maybe Murderface was right about this." Nathan looked around at his bandmates. True there were almost twice as many girls at the table than them, but he wasn't sure he cared for the odds.

"Schee?!"

"Oh waaaaah, you buncha babies! Yer the one who said you were bored! Let's see whet you can come up with!"

"I'll plays."

Nathan's head jerked to face Skwisgaar across the table. The blonde wore an amused smirk as he focused on Pickles, a faint flush on his cheeks from the alcohol. He cocked his head to the side, accepting the drummer's challenge, golden waves cascading over his shoulder as he moved. Of course that smug bastard would play, this game sounded like a routine Thursday for him.

With a heavy sigh, Nathan's eyes shifted back to the drummer. "Alright. So what's six?"

Pickles grinned impishly. "Oh we call six 'Make It Look Good.' Thirty seconds on deh clock or til ev'rybody else makes ya stahp."

"What the actual fuck, Pickles."

"Ah-ah! Lemme finish! You have options!" He ticked off on his fingers. "One through three you can skip fer a shot. Four an' five you chug a beer. And six…"

The group around the table leaned as one, craning their necks expectantly in the drummer's direction. His eyes flashed as he snickered.

"If you want outta six, yeh gotta run a naked lap around the apartment building."

Thunder boomed outside as if to punctuate the final rule.

"Schon of a bitsch. We need more schotsch if we're doing thisch. I'm gonna get fucked up."

Pickles produced a second bottle and slammed it down on the table in front of him.

"Where were you keeping that?"

"Don't ask questions, are we playin' or what?"

The initial bottle finished it's second loop, landing in Nathan's palm again. With a grunt, he slugged the last of the booze and slammed the bottle onto it's side in the center of the table.

"God I wish there was room to play pong right now…" he picked up the dice and rolled.

The game didn't go nearly as badly as he'd expected, and after several rounds of making out with hot girls and taking shots to avoid kissing his bandmates Nathan was really starting to enjoy himself. Defying statistics, the only six rolled so far had been between two of the girls, and they'd all cheered like hooligans.

And then the fickle dice gods reconsidered their influence.

"Alrights, my toirns." Skwisgaar, who hadn't yet opted out of any of his rolls but was starting to get fairly tipsy regardless, snatched up the dice and shook it in Nathan's face, squinting one eye and grinning. He dropped it, four pips staring back up at him. Laughing, he gave the bottle a rapid spin.

It whirled and Nathan found himself holding his breath, eyes glued to the bottle, a little confused about what he was hoping would happen. Slowly, slowly the neck of the bottle came to rest pointing at Pickles.

"Uh-ohhhh, ya think the keg is tapped? Ya might be outta luck pal." The drummer laughed, pumping pierced brows at the blonde.

"Pfffft, shuts up." Skwisgaar leaned past one of the giggling girls, seizing a handful of Pickles' shirt and hauling him forward into an open-mouthed kiss. Nathan stared as they pulled apart, his skin heating and head swimming with whiskey.

"Well okey den," Pickles stroked his chin, nodding sagely. "Now I see whet all deh fuss is about, nyeheheh."

Swaying upright again, Skwisgaar clumsily flung his hair back over his shoulder. "Whats can I says, I ams a master ats everyt'ings I dedicates my times to."

"Scho like, two thingsch."

"Ams better den no t'ings."

"Hey!"

Nathan zoned out, staring at the table for the next few turns, snapped back to attention by Murderface's repeated 'No, no, no no!' as Pickles rolled a three and landed on him.

"A'right, yer turn Nate." The drummer smirked, sliding the bottle and the die across the table.

"Ugh, are we still playing this? When is it over?"

"Aw aments Nat'ans havingk any funs?"

He raised his eyes to the willowy guitarist across from him. Skwisgaar's thin arms were crossed over his chest, hip popped jauntily to the side. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his high forehead from the dense mugginess of the apartment, a teasing smile playing over his lips, bruised pink from being crushed against Pickles'. With an effort, Nathan tore his gaze away and redirected it towards the table.

"Fine. Whatever." He started the bottle spinning with more force than necessary, rolling the dice as it rotated.

Six.

Shit.

The rest of the table was already hooting in glee as the bottle spun down, slowing, taking an agonizingly long time to stop. Finally it came to rest at twelve o'clock.

Pointing at Skwisgaar.

The table erupted.

"OH SCHIT! Can't drink your way outta thisch one!"

"Nyeeeeheheheheh! Now's tha real show!"

"Oh dear sweet lord." Nathan covered his face with his hands, cheeks burning already.

"Hey you have an advantage, everything he does looks good." 

"Why t'anks you, what was you names again? Monicas?"

"Yeh could always take the second option agin?" Pickles offered, biting back a laugh as he patted Nathan's shoulder.

His heartbeat throbbed in his ears, and something like pre-show jitters fluttered in his stomach, arms and legs tingling. 

"Huehuehuehhue, ams lookingk pretty nastys out dere." Skwisgaar's drunken chuckle was underlined by another peal of thunder, window panes jumping in their casings. "Yous gonna gets blowed away."

Fuck that.

He dropped his hands away from his face, narrowing his eyes at the smirking blonde. "Fine. You dildoes want a show?"

His audience yelped as he reached down, grabbing the edge of the wooden spool and throwing it aside, playing cards and ashtray scattering to the floor, bottle toppling to the ground and shattering. Nathan lunged forward, relishing the shocked widening of blue eyes before impact.

Fighting against muscle memory of past football tackles, he grappled Skwisgaar against his broad chest, wrapping his arms beneath the other man's flailing limbs, his palms cradling bony shoulder blades. He walked the blonde backwards into the corner, pressing him into the wall.

"Timer! Start deh count!"

"No don't, I've scheen enough already, augh!"

As Skwisgaar recovered from the initial shock of being sacked, the natural showman in him awoke. Fire coursed over Nathan's scalp as calloused fingers threaded into his hair, holding his head steady as Skwisgaar turned to deepen the kiss. Nathan's clenched jaw unlocked and his lips parted before he could overthink it.

"...seven, eight, nine..!"

The sound of their onlookers counting faded into the background, drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. He pushed a knee forward between Skwisgaar's thighs, catching a long leg as it wrapped behind his and hiking it up to his hip, leaving the blonde standing one legged like an albino flamingo.

"...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..!"

Skwisgaar bit down on Nathan's bottom lip and something in him broke, a cage door swinging open on its hinges. A growl rumbled in his chest as he reached down and grabbed the guitarist's other leg, hauling it up to his waist, lifting the other man from the floor as easily as he would carry groceries up from his car.

"... twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…!"

Fingers clawed into the material of his shirt, scratching against his back. The sudden urge to carry Skwisgaar away from the party, to drag him back to his cave like a neanderthal, blindsided Nathan and his muscles locked. Sensing the end of their performance, Skwisgaar sighed into his mouth, the pressure of his lips softening as he started to pull back.

"Thirty! Dat's time!" Pickles howled a laugh. "Holy shit guys, dat's game. Ain't nobody gonna top dat act, even if you hadn't broke deh bottle!"

Nathan opened his eyes as they broke off, the heated blue gaze in front of him driving any and all coherent thoughts from his brain. Gingerly, he released one of Skwisgaar's legs, then the other, white boots touching down on the floor, toe-heel, toe-heel. Standing once again under his own power, a slow, crooked smile stretched across Skwisgaar's face, a breathy chuckle shaking his shoulders once. It took every ounce of willpower Nathan possessed to tear his eyes away from the curve of those full lips, and he turned to face the other two members of his band.

Murderface had his eyes squeezed closed, cracking one to peek. "Isch it over? Are they done?"

Frowning, Nathan grunted through his nose like a bull, stomping forward to snatch the second bottle of liquor from the bassist's hands. Glass crunched beneath his boots as he retreated wordlessly to his bedroom, passing Magnus on the way out.

The older guitarist shook his head, curly mane swishing. "I coulda told ya… every time Pickles tries to pl--"

"Just. Don't." Nathan pushed through the hall, evicting the gaggle of strangers standing around in his room and slamming the door behind him.

Hours later, after the storm had slowed to only a downpour and the party had fizzled out, Nathan lay awake on his back, staring at the ceiling. From the second his door had closed behind him, his brain had flipped from a crawl to light speed, hurtling through thousands of moments from the last couple of years, all of them centered on interactions with his lead guitarist. Slender fingers brushing against his own as he passed the tv remote, blonde hair tickling against his arm as they drove with the windows down, the nervous fluttery feeling in his belly at the sound of a dorky, throaty chuckle.

Nathan ground the heels of his palms against his eye sockets hard enough to see stars. How long? When did these thoughts start popping up? And when had he started stomping them down, locking them away without acknowledgement? Sure, Skwisgaar was hot, he wasn't blind, he could admit that much. But this wasn't that, this was...he didn't know what this was.

But he needed to find out.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he crept out to the door directly across the hall. He started to knock, then paused, not wanting to wake anyone else in the apartment. Nathan turned the knob and cracked the door enough to wedge his face into the gap.

"Hey. Psst. Skwisgaar, you in here?" Another thought struck him, an irrational jealous pang vibrating through him. "Uh, you alone?"

The red glow of a digital clock was the only source of light in the guitarist's bedroom, a faint silhouette shifted on the bed, backlit in flashes by the blinking 12:00.

"Nat'ans?" came a groggy voice from the covers. "What ams you doing up? What times am it?" He rolled to check the useless clock and groaned in exasperation.

"Can... can I..?" He didn't wait for an invitation, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, leaning back against it and clutching the door knob like an anchor.

As his eyes adjusted he could see Skwisgaar sit up, scrubbing a hand over his face as he tried to wake up. Nathan chewed his bottom lip, the flesh tender in an not-unpleasant way. For the second time tonight his mind blanked on him completely.

"What's de matters?"

He swallowed. "Uh."

"Nat'ans?"

"Uhhhh."

Skwisgaar waited, studying him in the dark, giving him time to organize his thoughts. It was something Nathan had always appreciated about the Swede, having (mostly) learned a second language, he understood the occasional difficulties Nathan ran into expressing himself verbally.

"I uh. Earlier."

"Ja."

"I didn't. I didn't think that."

Skwisgaar shifted on the bed, turning to fully face Nathan, still waiting patiently.

"That it would…"

"Hm?"

Nathan inhaled deeply through his nose, forcing the last words out in a rush. "Wouldbelikethatthefirstime."

He waited, certain that Skwisgaar would brush it off, dismiss it as nothing, a game. Or worse, that he'd laugh. Nathan held his breath, ready to bolt in embarrassment. This was stupid, he was stupid, what had be been thinking, it had been a game, it meant nothing.

"Ams you sayingk you wants a do-overs?"

He could hear the smile in the other man's voice, cadence low and teasing, but without cruelty. Playful.

"I-I uh." He'd used up his words for the day, instead opting for a jerky nod.

A ghostly white hand reached out in the dark, forefinger crooking, beckoning him.

"Come heres den." As Nathan shuffled forward he could see Skwisgaar's eyes shining like a cat's. "Ams a firm believer dats practice make perfects."

[cnlyfans]

      his  gaze  is  attentive  to  her  features  as  her  chin  tips  to  one  side  and  eyes  grow  wide  .  had  probably  witnessed  that  same  look  of  shock  over  a  thousand  times  and  had  to  admit  it  never  got  old  .  still  scratched  an  itch  inside  of  him  that  nothing  else  could  quite  reach  .  "  i  don't  know  ,  "  his  lips  purse  in  faux  confusion  ,  "  why  don't  we  check  ?  "  his  palms  against  the  mattress  aid  him  to  his  feet  ,  making  it  a  point  to  find  the  holster  on  his  hip  as  a  way  of  drawing  her  attention  .  she'd  already  run  once  ,  he  wouldn't  allow  her  to  slip  through  his  fingers  agin  .  "  you  alright  ,  mate  ?  "  his  foot  nudges  the  homme's  lifeless  body  a  couple  of  times  before  scrunching  his  nose  and  pinning  her  with  a  apathetic  gaze  ,  "  might  need  a  doctor  .  "  or  a  bullet  for  good  measure  .  in  this  case  ,  she'd  been  the  one  to  decide  which  he  receives  .  "  what  do  i  want  ?  "  he  exhales  while  drawing  in  closer  ,  dipping  his  head  slightly  to  meet  her  eyes  ,  "  i  want  you  to  pack  your  shit  and  get  in  the  car  .  think  you  can  manage  that  ?  "

can feel the fast beats of her heart on her throat , the air her body craves burning their way into her lungs --- trying to flight didn't work well for her , now cornered and ready to fight . she had no clue how deep of a trouble she was getting into as her friend convinced her to hack her way into gathering some information about julian --- and by the time she realized it , she already knew too much . he was much more than just the guy her friend got their goods from . eyes widen at his words before catching a glance of her friend's body , gasping silently in horror as she impulsively steps closer to get to him , but stops out of fear , resisting and sticking to just asking ' you didn't ... he's not dead , is he ?! ' gulping , she gathers more bravery than fits her five feet to ask ' what do you want ? '

[masqe]

@cxpt moved over from here:

the longer he stood there the more he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. that door had been closed, it had been slammed shut  really, and neither of them wanted to open up that particular wound again. it had been hard enough seeing each other during the day. no matter how many times they avoided each other their paths always found a way of crossing. and each and every time he had to remind himself that shiro was no longer his concern, that he couldn’t ask if he was okay when he saw him with black circles under his eyes. steve’s heart hurt each time he saw shiro and knew that he couldn’t ask him anything. but he moved on.

or he thought he’d moved on. for as private as their relationship was, the loss had affected him in ways he didn’t think would. shiro was his first in a lot of things and maybe that’s why he had a hard time letting go. but he was an adult, he could see that it wasn’t working and as much as he hated to let him go he knew it was the right thing to do. it was always the right thing to do and he’d known that shiro deserved someone who might be able to love him in a way that he might not be able to. steve would always hope that he would be the one who loved him, but he saw what their jobs were doing to them, to the fragile state of their relationship and in the end he’d rather hurt himself than to continue to hurt shiro. seeing him standing there, though, he had to wonder if maybe it hadn’t been the right thing to do. they were both workaholics and that would always make things so damn difficult but he saw how much the long nights had etched themselves into shiro’s features and the guilt started to eat at him again. if they’d tried harder, if things had been different, if…

there were no ifs left. things had happened as they were meant to and he needed to forget it. he probably shouldn’t have suggested this but it was too late to take it back. however this night ended up it would be the last time he allowed his feet to take him where they may.

but god his heart. the last time he’d been leaning against the door waiting for shiro the other had looked at him with the biggest smile on his face and they’d greeted each other like they always did; a kiss to remind each other of how much they’d loved each other. now it was nothing more than a ghost, a reminder of what might’ve been and while his heart still ached for him, that voice in the back of his head reminded him that shiro wasn’t his, he couldn’t care for him even though he did and that he couldn’t even tell him that he shouldn’t be working so damn hard. steve wanted to do nothing more than cup shiro’s face and tell him he shouldn’t be working himself so damn hard. but he’d lost that right a long time ago. all that he could do was watch and feel his heart break even a bit more than it had when the two of them broke up.

“right, obvious,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. while they itched to take shiro’s he forced himself to shove them into his pants pockets and ignore everything else. he also ignored the fact he’d flinched a little at shiro’s words. it had been so damn obvious that he’d been working late into the night. that was what they did; they worked and worked and worked until they dropped. and then they repeated the whole damn thing the next day. he couldn’t even count the number of missed dates they had because of their workaholic nature. steve knew if he started thinking about that he’d start thinking about everything else and that was a hole neither of them needed to go down. that sort of thinking wouldn’t fix anything and would only leave them more heartbroken than they already were. and were he honest with himself he deserved that sarcastic reaction. he’d asked a stupid question and he got the sort of answer he would’ve given himself had anyone asked such a stupid question.

his breath hitched as he felt their arms touch when shiro moved in front of him. a part of him hoped that shiro hadn’t heard it but knowing his luck he was certain the other had. which meant even more questions he might have to answer. “i’m seeing a lot of things that are impossible seem to be possible here,” he told him, agreeing with his words. it should’ve been impossible for him to go home and yet there was a way if he wanted it. all he needed to do was ask. the sensible part of him said he should just go home. steve just couldn’t give up on someone he still loved with all of his heart. unfortunately, he was stubborn like that. but so was shiro and this was probably going to blow up in his face. in that moment, though, he didn’t care. he needed him to know. one way or another he needed shiro to know.

“the view definitely help,” he teased, walking step in step with shiro. the greenhouse had brought him a comfort he hadn’t thought he would ever find agin. and then seeing all of that with shiro — everything had been different then. now, he still tried to visit the greenhouse, to draw, to forget and in the end his whole books had ended up with hints of shiro.it was sad when he thought about it but at least he was finally admitting it. “but i loved going there to draw. i used to draw all the time before the war in my universe. the greenhouses let me pick that back up again.”

The hallways are quiet and dark, only lighting up when the sensors pick up their presence. He and Steve fall in to step too quickly for people supposed to be strangers now and Shiro pretends not to notice. The same way he pretends not to notice the hitch of Steve’s breath as they brush past each other. He can hear the voices of his friends in his head screaming at him for what he was doing. Shiro justifies it to himself by telling himself that he’d never really moved on so what more harm could he be doing if he spends this evening with Steve ? 

Perhaps if Steve was well and truly in his past, he would have been able to take a look at him and decline the offer to visit the greenhouses. If Steve was well and truly in his past, that would have felt like the right thing to do. But now, as he walks the halls of the Garrison once more with Steve at his side, being next to him is what feels right. That feeling is probably why this evening was going to be a dangerous one, one that would test Shiro’s restraint and everything he had rationalised about their break up in the months of its wake. 

A smile touches his lips at the tease. Steve might miss it, as they were facing away from each other. The part of him that’s still telling him that this is a bad idea makes him feel guilty for even that small smile, like there should be nothing about Steve that brings him joy any more when he was supposed to be trying his hardest to leave all of that behind. Well --- it was a little too late for that now, and truth be told, at the end of a long day, Shiro doesn’t have the energy to pretend. Whatever happens now, was going to be raw and real and while it should have been emotionally taxing to be faced with an ex, the very fact that they’d fallen into step with each other so easily was proof that Shiro’s body was still wired to find comfort in Steve’s presence. 

‘ And now ? Do you still draw ? ’ Everyone knew Steve --- the soldier, the Captain. He’d even made a name for himself in Shiro’s world, outside of just the legends. There was still a world to rebuild, and that came with its own battles, but there was no more war --- and Shiro was doing everything in his power to ensure that the universe remained at peace --- but what did that leave for a man rumoured to exist solely to lead armies ? It was that which remained that Shiro had fallen for, and he wanted to know whether those parts of him were still whole, still there for Shiro to embrace and hide within.  

The greenhouses are a bit of a walk away. When they arrive, Shiro’s biometrics let them inside, doors sliding open invitingly. The humidity hits him instantly, taking him back to holidays in Japan, and flashes of different planetary horizons that had mimicked the atmosphere of the Earth. And . . . many a break time spent with Steve, wandering the aisles of familiar and foreign fauna alike, sneaking the occasional kiss behind an overhanging fern that made his skin tingle in ways nothing to do with stimulated heat. 

The flowers that Steve wanted to see were in another room, though Shiro slows down as they walk through this one to observe his surroundings. What did it say about him, and Steve’s correlated absence in his life that this was the first time in a long time that he’d done something for pure enjoyment --- something that wasn’t for someone else, or a mission, or the greater good. 

‘ Why did you ask me to come with you, Steve ? ’ he asks after a moment, his voice soft, genuinely curious. Why now ?

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Anon said: I FOUND YOUR FATGUM, AND I LOVE IT!!

Glad to hear that!!!! And thank you!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: its like the red stripes but reversed 😍😍😍 i love

I did have a specific band in mind while drawing it, but sure! There’s a lot of bands that are just a drummer and a guitarist/bassist and all of them make me think of Baku and Jirou 😂😂

Anon said: i got into xxxholic bc of your bakushimanari au! AND THANK YOU FOR THAT AAAAAA(≧∇≦)/ are you going to make one again? does it have a fanfic? I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART PLS TAKE CARE ALWAYS

I probably won’t pick up the au again, but I’m glad my drawing it made you find out about that manga! It’s such a wonderful (if super sad orz) one!!

Anon said: Hello! I really adore your work and I hope you're having an amazing day! Anyways, I was wondering what brushes you use for your regular lining and pencil doodles (and if it's not too much trouble could you possibly include the brush settings of the brushes?)

The lining ones are just the default pen and brush tools on SAI! I use the pen one for black and white stuff and the brush one for colored stuff, usually. As for the pencil one, I actually have three different ones I use more or less all at the same time? depending on what effect I need to give, but the main one is a brush tool with these settings!

Anon said: What do you think of the hc of Bakugou interning with Miruko?

Got around to answering this ask too late, seems like 😂 I didn’t especially mind it as a concept, but I’ve always thought Miruko didn’t really have anything to teach Baku that would move him along on the path Hori seems to have picked for him? So there’s that. As things stand my ideal interning for Baku if I had to pick between pro heroes I already knew was Endeavour himself, so!!! Things unexpectedly turned out good for me haha

Anon said: Who do you think gave Kirishima the line "hurt Bakugo and I'll kill you." I know the Bakusquad told Bakugo if he hurt Kirishima they would kill him😂

I don’t like the idea of the shovel talk in general when applied to krbk to be fair, especially since they’re all friends with both Kiri and Baku so it feels weird to me that they’d go around assuming either would willingly hurt the other? The one the most inclined to talk like that to any of his own friends is Baku himself, imho hahaha but if I had to pick someone to be overprotective in this scenario and pick Baku over Kiri between the two of them, then probably Jirou at this point since she’s canon friends with Baku and has pretty much never spoken to Kiri on page 

Anon said: will you ever draw just kamibaku in the future? i saw some of your kirikamibaku stuff and it warmed my heart so much 🥺

Depends on if I’ll start shipping it again in the future! Right now my only ships for Kaminari are with Jirou, Momo and Shinsou, so if it’ll happen it won’t be any time soon? unless Hori decides to hit me over the head with unexpected bkkm feels that lean more towards romantic than sibling-like, which is what all their interactions have felt like for me lately

Anon said: the links in your bio appear to be broken on mobile :(

They work for me, so I really don’t know how to help you anon T-T

Anon said: Hiya! Just wondering, I loveee your bnha art and that's why I followed your blog but recently I discovered your haikyuu art and I was wondering if you've continue drawing them as I hadn't seen it before? I was just asking as haikyuu is one of my favourite animes and I would love to see more! Obviously you don't have to if you don't want to- (Also I really loved your bokuroo art!)

Thank you!!! And I haven’t drawn any in a long while, but maybe? I might start again? I’ve been thinking about it lately, ngl, but I’m not promising anything

Anon said: Hi agin, just saying kiribaku is canon king ok bye love ur art

It’s nowhere close to being canon anon, let’s be real 😂 but it’s definitely a fun relationship to think about, canon or not~

Anon said: Can I just say I love your art? Especially your kiribaku stuff. So much that I spent too much money on redbubble xD you should definitely add more of your art to that site. I am a sucker for sleepy kiribaku. I have only seen one bit ugh I love it. I would love to see you draw my other favorite kurogane/fai from Tsubasa in the future. (Obviously the grump and the happy boi are my trope) honestly you are probably my favorite artist. You're the only one I have spent actual money on xD

Thank you for the support, then!!! I probably won’t draw anything trc-related unless commissioned to do so, but I might add more stuff to rb soon enough! 

Anon said: First of all, I love your work, your drawings are so great and awesome ;; And second, now that Haikyuu!!'ll be back with S4 Will you return to the fandom? I only ask for curiosity, nothing more xDD. Btw what are your favorite ships in hq fandom? Are you into in some rare pair?

As I said, I’m thinking about it! The manga has been nice this past few weeks, but we won’t know for sure until it’ll happen. I ship more or less anything in hq? Actually? I used to have more specific tastes back when I was active in the fandom, but getting out of that slowly brought me back to just appreciating most of all relationships in the manga~  the only main ship I’m not much into is asa////noya? for some reason? but everything else is game. So I guess I’m into most of all rare pairs too, though nothing too specific! It’s not like I spend much time thinking about hq or engaging with the fandom anymore, ngl - the only ship I still read fics for is kyohaba, so I guess you might consider it the only ship I actually have a bias for, atm hahaha

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Two Ships Passing in the Night {3}

Part 3

Series Masterlist

Spock x fem!Reader then Bones x fem!Reader

Second Person POV reader named. I’m trying to leave the name out as much as possible so it’s more immersive.

AOS

Summary: Saying goodbye proves harder than you had thought it would.

A/N: I’m getting far too invested in this story that served as my before sleep dreamscape for three months.

Warnings: Mild Language, pining, unrequited love, goodbyes, mentions of pregnancy, goodbyes, some angst, mild nudity. 

Word Count:  2,092

Leonard helped you to pack the belongings you had in the hospital. Which consisted of one shredded Starfleet Uniform. A new one sat on the bed, your arm still in a sling you glanced at him, “Len, can you help me?”

You missed the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed nervously, “Yeah, no problem.” You stepped out of the hospital gown, in only standard issue boxers and a sports bra, that a nurse had helped you into. He took his eyes away from you, you pulled the uniform pants on, trying in vain to button them with one hand. His fingers ghosted over yours as he fastened the button and reached for the command gold shirt on the bed. He threw the shirt over his shoulder and started to remove your sling. His fingers moving deftly at the fasteners. Each time his fingers touched your flesh you felt a dull heat. You forced yourself to ignore it as he slowly lowered your arm and pulled the shirt over your head. You easily pushed your right arm through as he gently maneuvered your left arm into the sleeve. A hiss escaped your lips as a sharp pain erupted in your shoulder. “Sorry.” He said, barely a whisper as he began to fasten the sling on your arm over your uniform.

Once he was finished his eyes met yours, something unreadable in his eyes, before he glanced away. “So, you ship out tomorrow?” You asked.

He nodded. “We just got the crew discharged and they want to throw us into space” He grumbled.

You chuckled at that. “I ship out three days later.” You stated, “What do you say, one last hurrah dinner?” You asked.

He paused for a moment, conflict churning in his stomach. He knew that this would hurt, the last dinner with you. “Sure, darlin’.”

You didn’t say anything about the name, but nodded. He took your shredded uniform in his hand and nodded. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m walking you to your apartment, then we’re going for dinner.” He answered, an eyebrow raised in your direction. “You really think I’m going to let you walk by yourself? A pregnant woman who is still in a sling, who happens to be my best friend? Do you know nothing of my Southern hospitality?”

It was turn to raise your eyebrow at him. “Best friend? Better not let Jim hear that. It will be a complete challenge to his existence.”

Leonard started grumbling under his breath, you couldn’t make out much more than Jim’s name. He finished his tirade and pushed the door open, gesturing for you to leave the room. He took one last glance around the room before following you out. He reached for your good elbow to guide you out of the way of a doctor moving forward at a quick pace. Your hip bumped against his, you glanced up as a few nurses stared in your direction. You could almost feel daggers being sent in your direction as his hand rested on your opposite hip, steadying your balance. As you exited the hospital you raised your face towards the sun, taking in a deep breath. You heard Leonard chuckle as he removed his hand from your hip.

“Just because you can’t enjoy the simple things, Dr. McCoy, doesn’t mean that I can’t.” You snarked in his direction.

He raised an eyebrow, not commenting. Which surprised you. His mind was reeling, the only simple things I need in life are from you. But he would not say that aloud as he watched you take another deep breath. Just when did he become a sap?

He continued walking with you in silence. Watching the way the sun hit your hair, the ways your eyes would shine when you looked at him. Five years were a long time, you were going to be somewhere across the universe. He was pulled out of his mind when you reached your apartment building. You easily scanned in, Leonard following you to the elevator. You both entered your apartment, Leonard making his way to your garbage to dispose of the old uniform. You made your way into your room stopping in the doorway. You knew that getting changed was going to be an issue. You sighed. You hated going to dinner in uniform. Especially in command gold, but you weren’t about to make Leonard help you agin. You heard a voice from behind you.

“I can help. I’ve seen my fair share of naked bodies this week.” You could hear the joking tone in his voice. “You know you hate going out in gold.”

You sighed, he had won. “Fine.” You turned towards him, his hands began unbuckling the sling. He tossed it aside and helped you to pull off the shirt and pants, leaving you in your underwear. “Grab a flannel from the closet, I’ll get pants.” He walked over to your closet, you pulled a pair of leggings out of your dresser. You sat on your bed and pulled them on slowly, one leg at a time. It wasn’t the most graceful thing you had done, but it worked well enough. Leonard turned with a blue flannel in his hands and helped to put your arms through it, then began to fasten the buttons.

Your gaze fell on the man kneeling in front of you, helping you become dressed. He finished and his eyes made their way up to yours. You both sat in silence for a moment, “So, blue?” You asked.

“Well, you bitch so much about gold, thought you might like a walk in my shoes.” He answered, a smile on his face. Your stomach let out a low rumble after his statement. “And it sounds like you two are hungry. Let’s go. We’ll get a half decent meal at that diner, and so help me if you try to get your burger medium well…” He paused when he realized that you were still on the bed. “Darlin’?”

Your eyes met his. “Leonard, I’m scared.” You whispered. He made his way back to you, sitting next to you. His hand reached for your good hand, finders threading through yours.  “I never thought I’d leave the Enterprise. I didn’t think I’d be a mom. So much has changed.”

His thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. “Some things will change. And that’s life. Look at me. I thought I would be a country doctor with my wife, living on Earth. Here I am now, CMO on a spaceship, about to ship off on a 5 year mission into the unknown. Without that, I never would have met Jim. I never would have met you. So much changed, but there was so much good.” You lean your head on his shoulder, your stomach growling again.  “I may not be an expert in prenatal care, but I think we need to feed you two, now.” He said, standing, giving a tug to your joined hands, causing you to reluctantly stand. Your grip on his hand tightened as you followed him out of the apartment building to the diner down the street. Both of you not noticing the command gold clad captain stopping in the road and staring in your direction, with a twinkle in his eye.

Leonard directed you to a booth and a waitress bounced up to your table. “What will it be?”

“Two burgers, everything, well done. Fries on the side. Vanilla milkshake for me, she’ll take a ginger ale.” Leonard listed off. The waitresses eyes jumped between the two of you.

“That’ll be right out.” She winked as she sauntered away to get your drinks.

Your eyes traced over Leonard, leaning back against the booth. His left arm thrown across the back, his right fingers tapping on the tabletop. The waitress set your drinks in front of you before turning back to the counter. “What’s on your mind, Bones?” You asked, taking a sip of the drink.

“Five years is a long time.” He murmured. “A really long damn time.”

You nodded, eyes meeting his. “It is.”

“Five years, in space, with Jim as captain. It’s going to be a miracle if we make it home in one piece.” He grumbled.

“You made it back here in one piece.” You answered, taking another sip.

His eyes fell back on you, you almost didn’t. He sighed. “Five years with Jim as your only friend onboard a spaceship.” He countered.

“Hmmm, might be time for you to share your sparkling personality with the crew. Make some new friends.” You answered.

He snorted, “I have far surpassed my friend quota for the next twenty years.”

Before you could respond the waitress placed your burgers in front of both of you. “Enjoy.” She said, then making her way back to the counter.

Leonard started to eat, cutting off the conversation, you started in on your plate. The two of you sitting in silence, enjoying the last meal you had together. You started aimlessly moving the last of your fries around your plate as Leonard pushed his plate away. His eyes watching you, “So are you going to eat that, or do I have to watch you draw shapes in your catsup?”

Your eyes squinted at him, you gave one more flick of your wrist to the fry before popping it into your mouth. “Snarky old bastard.” You grumbled.

“But I’m your snarky old bastard.” He responded, a smirk spreading across his face, setting his blue eyes alight.

A small smile graced your lips. “Thank the gods I only have to deal with you a few more hours.”

“Yes, lucky you.” He said, taking the last drink of his shake. He placed some money on the table, you started to object, but he cut you off. “My treat, call it our celebration dinner.”

“I was going to say send off dinner.” You said.

“Beat you to it.” He teased, standing from his seat. He waited for you to rise from the booth then made his way to the door and opened it to allow you out.

“Such a gentleman.” You said, giving him a nudge in the ribs with your good elbow.

“Southern hospitality, darlin’. It’s like you don’t know me.” He said, pretending to be hurt, then reaching out to grab your hand in his.

Warmth radiated from his hand into yours, warming your whole body. You glanced at the man next to you. His eyes on the path before you as he was rattling off manners and chivalry, like he was a knight of old or something. His shoulders were relaxed for the first time in days. You could see the lack of sleep under his eyes, but he was calm, comfortable even. Something stirred in your heart, but you weren’t sure what it was as you saw your apartment building looming in the distance.

You both stopped abruptly on the sidewalk, staring at the building. The place you called home losing the charm you were used to. You quickly turned to Leonard, shocking him for a moment. “Promise me, that if you can, you’ll call. If we’re in range. We’ll stay in touch.”

His eyes widened a bit. “I promise, as long as you promise not to get mad when I look over your records from Ambrose. To see how you and your little one are doing.” His hand that you weren’t holding settling on your abdomen.

You looked into his blue eyes. “I promise. But you don’t get to be rude and Sergeant Doctor when something isn’t to your liking. Ambrose isn’t under your orders.”

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “Fine, but you won’t do anything reckless, you’re not Jim and you’re not on Jim’s ship.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m on a diplomatic ship, hardly anything dangerous or reckless happens on those.”

He sighed and rested his forehead against yours. “I promise that no matter what, I’ll be there for you.”

“And I you.” You answered. His hand moved from your abdomen to your cheek.

“Goodbye, Captain.” He whispered.

“Goodbye, Doctor.” You answered, then he pulled away, releasing your hand. He gave a sad smile and turned to walk back the way you had came. Watching him leave you felt that flutter again, but you ignored it. Your heart was heavy as you watched your best friend make his way into the night. You didn’t know when next you would see him, but you knew for sure, you would miss him every day.

Part 4 

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Like Summer

I honestly don’t know why I do this to myself. This was meant to be a freeform few hundred words of Mike and Nanaba being tender and making love. It ended up being much longer and I made myself sad. This is also written slightly differently than a lot of my fics, towards the middle/end during the smutty part it goes a bit experimental/poetic. But I like it? This starts with reflections on Nanaba and Mike’s relationship and then goes into their final afternoon alone together (18+ due to smut) before heading beyond the wall for the last time *I’m not crying* 

Word Count: 2,052   Pairing: Nanaba x Mike 

A daisy chain made from exactly twenty-five of the small, white flowers. That had been Mike’s gift to her, she had worn it like a crown the first time they made love. 

When Nanaba looked at him and searched his eyes all she found was love and loyalty. This wasn’t some quick fuck that he was desperate for, no, he cared for her, had longed for her and moment alone against the unrelenting darkness outside. He needed to escape and there was no one he would rather escape with than her.

“You smell like summer,” he had told her and before she could answer he would add, “You look like summer too - a goddess.” 

And in that fashion Mike worshiped the ground she walked on, there was nothing that was too much for his Summer Queen. He respected her beyond anything and in return expected nothing, she happily was his accomplice and the partner for whom she’d chosen to ride the storm. 

Every time they went beyond the walls Mike would pick up a present for her, a stone in the shape of a heart, feathers, wild flowers. Nanaba in return would recount tales to him regarding her and the young cadets exploits that Mike would hang on every word. 

When she was with him she was at peace, the sun seemed to shine eternally. He smelt of honey to her, his warmth was that of a sunny day, the first after weeks of grey and rain. Then one fine day you wake to see the clouds have melted away and parted to bring peace and life. He would tease her relentlessly about her hay fever when Spring begun, but by the middle of the year they were able to roll and kiss and taste one another in fields of sunflowers and swim naked in streams.

As a couple they could sometimes be a little reckless, heading beyond the walls in search of true peace. They had little fantasies they acted out, where, for a few hours they pretended the Titans didn’t exist. They picked flowers and shared food and walked holding hands as if they had a normal life. A life they knew they’d never know, but both hoped that with Erwin’s guidance at least the future of humanity would get to taste that freedom. For now these daydreams would do. 

Sex. That was when they truly escaped, in the scent of one another’s arousal, the moans that started in the pit of their bellies and grew until they expelled them, rapturous and unashamed. It was in the kisses that told the other I belong to you and the rolling of hips, two souls in tangent moving as one. 

There was nothing Mike enjoyed more than seeing her in ecstasy as he fucked her, both in full uniform, her blades sharp incase of an attack. And Nanaba lived for the looks Mike gave her, to feel and know she was everything he needed. 

The last afternoon they had before Utguard Castle was the same as any other before an expedition. They spent it together, it didn’t matter what they were doing. Nanaba stared out of the window at the position of the sun in the sky and knew it would soon be time for them to leave. She wished for just a brief moment that it didn’t have to be like that, that her and Mike could have a normal life. She tricked herself into believing that one day it would be over and that her and Mike, Erwin, Levi, Hange, Moblit, Gelgar…that they could all look back and recount tales and the things that made them forever joined. 

She knew that by now Levi would be getting tetchy as he always did when someone wasn’t on time. Mike knew that Erwin would be far more relaxed about the situation, which was why he had decided to take his time to get ready. 

As Nanaba walked past where Mike was sat, to gather up her gear and get ready to leave, she felt Mike brush her hand. She stopped and turned to look down at him, oh there was that look in his eyes the wicked one she knew too well. Her heart skipped a beat, they didn’t have time for this did they? 

As if reading her mind, Mike pulled Nanaba onto his lap, “I can be quick,” He murmured as he nuzzled into her neck. 

She let out a sigh, not out of annoyance or irritability. Rather she wanted nothing more than to spend the afternoon in bed, but their duties as soldiers meant she was conflicted,“Mike…We need to go.”

Mike sniffed her hair, several long inhales capturing her cherry scent, causing her to blush like she did the first time he smelt her. 

“Please, I need you, you’re my good luck charm you know that,” he begged, his voice was raw and needy. 

But there was something else in his expression, something that terrified Nanaba. It took her a moment to realise what it was and when it hit her it hurt worse than she could image. Fear, the strong veteran Mike was afraid. This was not something she had ever witnessed before.

The way he said, ‘Please,’ that was new. But then the nature of this expedition was new territory for all of them, should she have been feeling more afraid than she was. 

He was still looking up at her, waiting for an answer. He would never presume to make a move without her consent. In the moment that passed between them she made up her mind, a small small and slight nod, “Okay.”

Mike stood up, his arms wrapped round Nanaba to keep her held to him. She wrapped her legs round his waist as he walked her to his bed, kissing her hungrily as he walked. 

Mike knelt on the bed, Nanaba still in his arms and slowly he leant forward, laid Nanaba against the sheets so he could admire her beauty, “You’re perfect you know?”

Nanaba brushed hair from his face, “So are you.”

“I know it the moment I first sniffed you.” Mike added with a grin. 

Nanaba rolled her eyes, “Can you be serious for a moment.”

“I can,” he replied before he puffed his cheeks out like a puffer fish, “Doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

Nanaba laughed and pulled him down on top of her, they kissed for a moment before she playfully pushed him back, “So, we gonna fuck or what?”

Mike let out an involuntary moan, he loved it when Nanaba talked dirty.

Their clothes were disposed of almost instantly, their fingers working nimbly at the buttons of shirts and trousers, hands caressing the skin of the other as they undressed. Nanaba kissed at Mike’s neck, finding the sweet spot where she could feel his pulse as one of his hands roughly grabbed at her breast, squeezing it lovingly and rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

She let out a gasp, her hands freely roaming the coutures of his body, squeezing muscles and tracing the scars he bore from previous battles. Nanaba knew them all, had them mapped out in her mind each one burnt into her memory. Her hands traveled lower until she reached his cock, already so hot and heavy in her hand, he hissed when she first squeezed his length and started to gentle pump him as he rocked into her hand. 

Her mouth left his neck to find the security and warmth of his mouth once again, his kisses now more erratic due to her touching him. Their tongues danced and swirled, tasting everything the other had to give. Mike’s right hand moved from her breast and down between her legs. There was little time for small advances or teasing, he squeezed her thigh and cupped her sex, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she gave him. 

He broke the kiss for a moment, “You’re so wet my sunflower,” he observed as he trailed a finger down her slick folds and pumped into her slowly. 

She just hummed back into his mouth as her lips pressed against his once agin. He shifted his weight and positioned himself at her entrance, the hand she’d had on his cock now wrapping round him. Nanaba knew she’d need to hold on tight, once Mike was inside her there was no way of knowing how the sex would pan out or who would finish on top. 

So they rolled on the bed, cotton sheets barricading them from the world outside. Her hands lost in his hair pulling him closer, his on her hips holding her steady, tight enough yes to leave bruises. How she adored the bruises. His lips on hers, greedy and needy and so much love. His mouth made love to her sex, back arching and drawing circles.  Fists balled and belly tight, cursing and anger and love and energy transferred.  

Pant. Faster. Fighting for dominance. 

His calloused hands, their eyes tired, faint bruises from previous sessions and training and fighting. 

And every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. Apart from you. 

You. 

Change every day into something worth fighting for, worth living for.

As the two animals roll in the sheets, their rhythm a steady patching pace as if made for one another, their moans of pleasure indistinguishable from one another, there is in that moment a universal truth. 

This is not fucking, this is love. 

“Nana I’m gonna,” Mike said as he went to pull out from her.

“Inside me please,” she practically cried out.

Mike could see in her expression she was serious, he smiled as eyes filled with tears, bending down to capture her mouth with his own, her arms round him pulling as tight as she could as he thrust into her. Harder. Deeper. 

Once they had been so cautious so that she didn’t fall pregnant, recklessness had never been there aim but somehow the world was dimmer everyday. Nothing else mattered anymore. 

Nanaba needed to fill full, Mike needed to fill her. 

When he came deep inside her, shuddering through the orgasm as her thighs squeezed round his waist. Fingertips that so lightly traced his skin now dug into his back as she cringed to him. The hand that reached between her legs and gently rubbed her clit, making the most of her wetness pressed hard against her. She bucked her hips, though Mike was spent and overly sensitive he remained inside her slowly going soft as she came. 

Coming down from both their orgasms, they lay still listening to one another’s breathing which slowly returned to normal. Neither one of them wanting to move or clean up, let alone get dressed and head out beyond the wall. 

“If Levi saw us like this he’d go spare,” Nanaba mused as she sat up running her fingers through her hair and ruffling it. 

Mike wrapped his arms round her and pulled her back into his chest, he tickled her tummy causing her to laugh and squirm in his arms. 

“Mike come on we need to hurry!” Nanaba begged even though she was still laughing.

Before they had a chance to get up and get dressed they heard a familiar voice shouting, “Nana! Mike! Where the hell are you two?” They heard Levi’s footsteps getting quickly closer. 

Nanaba turned over her shoulder her expression equal parts horrified and like a naughty school girl, “We’ll be there in a  minute!” She shouted before she begun to giggle.

Mike sat up and looked thoughtful, “Hey Nana, do you think Erwin has been starving him of Sex?”

Nanaba playfully punched him, “Mike!” 

But she couldn’t help but laugh. Later, alone at Utgard Castle and without Mike by her side, it was the memory of that laughter and the scent of honey that kept her going. The belief that Mike was alive, the belief that they would both live to see the dawn and another Summer to continue fighting for humanity for another day. 

As the Titans surrounded the castle and she cried a great war-cry, anything to protect the cadets she had thought for a moment she saw Mike watching over her, a faint outline, a memory of summer long ago. 

[aceofwhump]

Just a random idea I humbly present to you

This is just something I’ve had floating in my head for a bit and I thought I’d share it with you. I’ve never watched Graceland and am basing my whole knowledge off of what I’ve seen on your blog so I have no clue if anyone is out of character

(note from aceofwhump: this is written and submitted to me by @let-the-whump-commence)

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They were seated on the couch, going over the details of a mission. Mike was insisting he do one part that Charlie knew he didn’t.

“You don’t have to,” she remarked.

“No, I don’t want her to-“ he stopped, running a hand over his face, wiping away the- fear? Charlie could feel her heart rate increase, and a knot started twisting in her stomach.

“Don’t want who to what?” She prodded. Mike’s head ducked down.

“It’s, uh- it’s not important, uh-“ his leg was bouncing, shaking the couch. Charlie frowned.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me,” she tried, worry threading itself through her words. Mike didn’t answer, but Charlie could almost hear him struggling in his mind. She gently laid a hand on his leg. He stopped bouncing it abruptly, his eyes snapping to meet hers.

“Mikey, talk to me.” It came out in a plea. His eyes searched hers, before he broke away.

“It’s- it’s stupid, uh… she said she’d, uh- she said she’d hurt me if I didn’t- if I didn’t-“ he trailed off, leg resuming its anxious pace.

“Who did?” She asked.

“Paige.”

Just like that, the room reached a deadly silence. A cold hand of fear, disbelief, closed in on Charlie’s heart.

“Mikey,” she started slowly, dreading the worst. “Mikey, has she hurt you before?” He gave a short, jerky nod. Her heart plummeted, yanked downward by the cold hand that claimed it. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Mike- Mikey, that’s not okay.” She knew she was stating the obvious, but she couldn’t help it. Paige. She- that fucking bitch-

“I’m sorry,” Mike’s soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up, shocked.

“No, no, it’s not your fault, don’t think that,” her hand moved from his leg to his shoulder. “Look at me. It’s not your fault, got that?” He nodded, blinking rapidly. Her heart shot back up, propelled by the cold hand’s counterpart- anger. A burning, searing rage. She pushed it aside, it wasn’t what Mike needed now.

“She won’t hurt you again, you hear me? I’ll make sure of that.” Mike nodded agin, his face scrunching up in an effort to fight back tears. She gathered him into her arms, and the tears were quick to follow.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re safe.” She murmured, rocking him gently as sobs ripped through him. When they subsided, she untangled herself from him, as much as it hurt- and it hurt, telling him she would be right back. She marched to where she knew Paige was, the cowardly weasel, murder in her eyes. She slammed into Briggs, too focused on her destination to register the obstacles in her path.

“Hey, watch it-“

“Paul, do not start right now,” she snapped, cutting off his annoyed exclamation. His expression changed to one of bewilderment.

“Damn, what happened?” Charlie sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“Mike- Mike just told me that Paige has been hurting him.” She knew it came like a slap in the face for him, but she didn’t have the time to ease him into it. Paul stood with his mouth agape, but snapped it shut quickly.

“Paige? Are you sure-“ he started.

“He wouldn’t lie to me-“

“But this is Paige, she wouldn’t-“

“Don’t you take that fucking road, Paul. Don’t you dare doubt him like that.” She hissed, her anger flowing throughout her, launching her forward. Briggs held up his hands in a sign of surrender.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… a lot.” He apologized. Charlie sighed again, nodding her head in agreement. They stood in silence for a moment, but only a moment. Charlie spoke up first.

“Could you go sit with him? He’s on the couch,” she asked, but left no room for him to say no. “I don’t want him to be alone.” Briggs nodded, swiftly moving past her.

“Charlie?” She turned her head. Her friend’s eyes had turned dark, an anger in them that matched her own.

“Give her hell.” She nodded. They both continued on their own ways to their separate missions. She glanced behind her once more, and saw Paul sitting next to Mike, asking him if he was okay, and drawing him into his arms without hesitation when Mike gave a negative shake of his head in response. Her face softened into a sad smile, before she directed herself back on course.

No one messes with a mama bear’s cub.

At least, they never go unpunished.

[georgeharris0n]

Btw, IMPORTANT QUESTION! What do you think of George Harrison's album "Living In The Material World" ?? Be careful it's my favorite so if you dont like it dont tell me (or my heart will break) Love ya 💙

Okay! So! I actually hadn't listened to this one in months, so I put off answering your ask Angie until I could listen all the way through in one go again, But- uni hurT me!!! And i could get my wifi to work right in the dorm! It is now fixed as of two days ago! So- here we goOOOoo!!

Okay- last time i listened to this album I actually cried at what I consider my favorite song on the album, which is “Who Can See It” i think i just have such a fixation on George’s voice and how he draws out his voice in it and the sound is just so distinct I lose my mind when he sings (this happens in ManY Beatles songs for me, which is why George’s albums hit me HarD.) He voice is so smooth and unique to him.  Who Can See It feels so sorrowful and sad, and I just crY, but then its that glimmer of hope after “My love belongs to who...” I just- its alot for me.

Okay- opening trAck OOf- sorry about staring out of order i just really love that song, and favor it, which is why when I got obsessed with it I accidentally disregarded the other songs as a album as a whole.

Give me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth) is such a sweet damN sonG I- its really wonderful and i think it is underrated to John’s “Imagine” and “Give Peace A Chance”.

Sue Me Sue You Blues, OKAy- this one makes me sad, because it reminds me of when the Beatles were all just suing each other, but- i try not to think about that, because it is a great song!

The Light That Has Lighted The World- fuckokayi fucking adore the this song, the beginning makes mt heart lurch, and then goes into ”so hateful of anyone that is happy...” i remember staring self reflect, because the guitars, and the soft strums put me into just serenity. This song is so REal especilly when it goes into “Its funny how people just wont accept change..” GEORGEHoWABOUT YOU DoNT Hit my heART SO harD. That is so real for today, and i love it so muCh.

TheN-it goes to Don’t Let me Wait To Long, more upbeaT lots of cute George energy in this. I just- oof he is so cute.. I cant. The up beat, and his sweet voice when he says “ you know its youuu I love” he could be talking to his love, Or in mY heAd at least he could be talking to a small flower, because tbh George was the cutest gardener and this gives off the same engery as waiting for flowers to bloom, and when I water my plants i always use this dumB little sweet voice asking them to “PLeASE GrOW SmALL BABiES I love You”.

Title song!!!!!!!!! Living In The Material World- get ready for fuckingamazingness! It just has perfect drum beat to start, and sets you up for a smooth snazzy ride into George’s ride in and out of the material world, the bridge after and before the next chorus??? listen its really amazing, and then when his voice gets soft and quiet “to the sprit to the sky” it so amamzing and spiritual and I relate to that so hard being a religious person.

The Lord That Loves The One- this is basically the understanding of how you will be LovEd if you spread and give love!!!! Yes so go out there and spread love!!!!!!! If you want it giVe it.

Some simple strum guitar to start Be Here Now, another hard hitter too... it get worse for my heart when it gets to “as its it noooot what it was before” he draws out not and I lose it okay, it really beautiful, truly beautiful song. I dont even know what else to say about it, because after listening to it so much yesterday it feels so real. Its like im getting a soft vocal hug from George, and now that I think about it. I might love this one more than “Who Can See It”.

Try Some Buy Some- Okay this is my definite second favorite okaY? It is just great the way he starts with the aching in his voice, and the way he pushes certain words withe pointed beat, and “OOOwhAhhho”  i feel it okay? i forgot how much I felt this album Angie??? it just how could I forget how beautiful it all was???

The Day The World Gets Round- its sweet LOTs of guitar, and also very soft at first- buT theN, but he is cALLinG out foolish peope for so much hate, and the want to be apart of the the destruction in the world???? George is like nope. Listen to this, get soft- get real, get round and understand.

I dont like hearing THat is All, not that it isnt a amazinG song, but- I just hate that its over!!!! I hate that it definitely feels like something is over. I dont want George to stop blessing me with is voice, but iF THis song isnt so sweet and genuine, and then “Times I find It Hard To Say..” like wowgeorge im going to cry agin (i did) it got me so hard- like its like just laying beside him, closing your eyes and crying while he comforts you- and I really needed that right now. OOf-

Angie off thank you for this ask, because I needed this- i forgot i feel like I appreciated it more this time around, just because of this stress, but getting to just feel so much love from George, and remembering why I love him so much? Thank you Angie thank you so much!!!!