#i'm the tank too

[thesilverfullcr]

hi, everyone! i rolled 3 natural 1s in a row at pathfinder tonight! how are your nights going?

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Happy December Nekoma nation

[icewindandboringhorror]

A very lacy sort of outfit, still always trying to find a way to use this shirt in things lol

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[marclef]

THEY'RE GONNA RIP MY TITS OFF NEXT WEEK FELLAS

[atissi]

finally finished a set of hourliessss it basically took me my entire weekend to finish but i did ittttt!!!

[lunar-waterlilies]

[nectar-cellar]

monika morris makeover 🥺

[penumbra-mayhem]

Big Brother - Tank & David fic

"When he died...I lost myself. Lost myself to my new role as alpha. Lost myself to my grief...lost myself to trying to bury that grief...."

(I hc that Tank has a stutter; there's more on that here if you'd like. This fic takes place sometime after the Inversion and before Quinn gets caught. I hope you enjoy <3)

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"Mind if I join you?"

Tank turned to peer up at David before nodding and looking back out into the moonwashed night. The porch steps creaked as David made his way down and sat next to Tank. They silently offered him their lit cigarette.

For a while the two smoked in silence, listening to the crickets' song and the pack's muffled chatter inside the house. Eventually, David used the brief nicotine hit to spur him into bravery:

"I uh...I want to talk..."

Tank's eyes flitted over to David, then down at the dying cigarette between their fingers. They took one final, steadying drag before putting it out. David swallowed. His voice was gentle—an uncommon tone for him to take with Tank,

"...I want to talk about Gabe."

Tank tensed. They could feel their walls already coming up. They could feel the urge to run. To do anything to avoid this conversation. They hadn't talked about Gabe with anyone, let alone David, since that night.

David could feel the shift in their aura. A moment passed—one long moment, enough so that Tank could leave if they really wanted. When they didn't move, David continued,

"When he died...I lost myself. Lost myself to my new role as alpha. Lost myself to my grief...lost myself to trying to bury that grief. I didn't want to acknowledge what had happened. How...how hurt I was...how lost. I became hard. Cold. Sometimes...sometimes even cruel—"

"—D-D-David—"

"—Please," David pleaded, his voice devoid of any edge or force.

Tank held David's gaze for as long as they could before looking away, blinking rapidly in frustration. They could never win against him, not even in this.

David took a few breaths before speaking again, "That night...that night I was cruel. That night, I was selfish. I was scared. I didn't want to acknowledge how much you were hurting...because that would've meant I had to accept how much I was hurting too...You came to me because you felt like I was the only other person in the world who knew what you were going through. And you weren't wrong. But I was."

David's words from years ago growled in Tank's mind: Why the fuck are you crying? He wasn't your dad, he was mine! Fucking hell, not everything is about you!

They bit their lip to keep it from quivering and stared up at the stars, willing their eyes to not water, unsuccessfully.

"I shouldn't have said what I said," David admitted, his heart sinking at the sight of Tank trying to hold themself together. "Gabe took you in. He was a father to you. Which means I was...am...your brother. You came to me grieving, and I dismissed your grief and shut you out...and I'm s-sorry."

Hearing the break in his voice, Tank finally looked back over at David. They watched a tear slide down his cheek. Then another. And another.

"I've been a shitty big brother. I haven't been there for you. But I want to be here for you, now, if you'll let me."

Tank stared at David silently. He tried to glean something, anything, from their intense gaze to no avail. Dread began to pool in his stomach. It was too late. He couldn't fix this. He didn't deserve to fix this. He squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away in defeat. He heard Tank sniffle. He heard the wooden step creak as they began to move. They were leaving, he knew it. He was right, he was too late.

Then he felt them lean into his side. Opening his eyes, David found Tank curled up against him, their head resting on his shoulder. He watched a tear slide down their cheek. Then another. And another.

He raised his arms, wrapping them tightly around Tank. He could still feel them holding back, knew that this was only one wall down, with many more to go. But this was more than he expected, and he was grateful.

"I m-m-m-m-miss him," Tank whispered.

David's chest ached at the admission. He pet their head and whispered back, "Me too."

And tears fell. Then another. And another.

[alien-bluez]

if you draw ships then how about swiftli?

he fell asleep watching the garfield movie of all things-

[astralarias]

Okay quick poll because I’ve seen split opinions. Please chime in, fellow monsterfuckers.

Deimos: the og, many hands for…hugging, obsessed with an old man (relatable for many of you I’m sure), cute little lanterns on his horns, able to get Super Big in his last fight phase, definitely into bondage.

Cerus: the lil bro, fancy horns, rippling pecs, wing arms to hold you still whilst he….hugs you with his main arms, obsessed with the commander, might want to eat you in more ways than one.

[dawaytoamarillo]

Unpopular opinion mayhaps, but I always thought that the actual reason Tank crashed Johnny's birthday party wasn't just so he could antagonize him, but that it had more to do with Ripp than with Johnny.

Because Ripp has friends and Tank doesn't, because Ripp can sneak out, and hang out with these friends and go to parties and Tank can't. Because in his mind he has a strict code of what he's allowed to do and what he's not allowed, and shouldn't absolutely do, as it is implied in the gba game

This is a direct result of Buzz's militaristic education, of course, which consequently prompted Tank's desire to please his father and his fear to disappoint him.

However, even though he wants to please his father, I believe that he actually doesn't enjoy nor does he look forward to all the training that Buzz's makes him go through. No, I rather think he secretly hates it (though he will never admit it out loud, at least a young Tank, that's it) and that he's already aware of the fact that that he didn't had a normal childhood and isn't having a normal adolescence either.

So he resents Ripp and he's jealous of him because he's able to break the rules, not only that; he's determined to break them. And Tank isn't; he probably feels like he's in too deep already.

So yeah, my headcanon is that he crashed the party to fetch Ripp and take him home with him. Because if he doesn't get to have fun his brother shouldn't either. He also wants to fight Johnny, of course, but like I said I don't think fighting him was his main motivation here

[bruhstation]

(redraw of last year's art!) happy new year 2024, everyone! hopefully things go well this year, too :]

[ 2023 version | 2025 version ]

[parasitoidism]

Famitsu Magazine feature for Devilman (PSX, 2000)

Famitsu PS, July 23 1999 issue

[chasedeys]

I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR UR JOEMARR THOUGHTS ON JOE WEARING THE TANK 😊😊😊

IT'S REALLY NOT MUCH 😭😭 just cbat music going off in my head as i picture joe burrow finishing up his presser and standing up looking to the left to see ja'marr standing waiting propped up ready to take his place and deliberately making eye contact in his stupid fucking tank top and ripped hearts jeans and pale shoulders and red nose and pale eyes and isn't he fucking freezing is what i'm asking here how well insulated is the paycor stadium really.

anyway deliberate eye contact this is important we know how much joe toes the line between staring people down with uncomfortable intensity (that ja'marr has learned to just roll with over the years) and inability to stare at ja'marr for more than a few beats per minute when they're flirting (see: titans mic'ed up) and goes to step right on the edge of the podium right across from ja'marr trying to haul himself up it but he's kind of blocked by this already-taller-than-him-but-made-taller-by-the-podium douche who's taking way too long to move out of the way.

no idea how the height difference would be affected by the podium but let's say ja'marr's face is level with joe's sternum. he looks down and joe's offering up his pinky, answers it with his own but joe doesn't let go immediately. stares back up in askance but joe's still staring him down and ja'marr's just caught in his eyes immediately, unable to look away. and they just. spend a Moment staring into each other's eyes. in front of all those reporters. hobs is beside himself with joy. yeah.

the pr person in charge of them coughs loud and pointed and joe finally lets go and moves to get off the podium. makes sure to brush his bare arm not hard but purposefully against ja'marr's own clothed arm, makes sure his physical presence is felt and he can absorb some of the heat ja'marr puts out (again is he not fucking cold. the hell.).

ja'marr finally sits and greets the reporters and this might just be a coincidence lmao but he was kind of stone faced the first few minutes of the interview. hot and bothered no?

anyway walks out of the media room and the coast is clear which he's surprised at bc he's lowkey expecting to get ambushed like. within minutes. so that's a disappointing turn of events but he walks off to the parking lot anyway bc he's changed and all his stuff is in his car and boom when he gets there joe's in his car patiently waiting for him and fiddling with his radio.

'did you swipe my keys?' 'yeah, get in, why do you always take so long for pressers. quit having so much fun with it.' 'are you fucking serious. get out.' 'no way in hell you're driving me, get in.' 'it's my car what is the matter with you get out.' 'no just get in ja'marr i wanna fuck.' ja'marr gets in the passenger seat.

super hilarious idea that joe can pickpocket people with high success tbh. or maybe ja'marr's just used to his hands on him idk. his keys were in his back pocket so.

also there were several other teammates in the parking lot starting up their own cars to get home watching the interaction long-sufferingly lmao. you know how loud ja'marr gets.

[businessmango03]

HAPPY 5/5 DAY RAGHH

I'm alive again for only THIS day to come. I rushed it but I really love James so much he's been in my brain, that fruity ass train.

Extra doodles of him *twirls my hair*

I wanna draw more Edward and James but idk, please help me guys...

Anyways live laugh love James <33