#it sure makes him look hot)

[st-hedge]

*wheezing and heaving* *shoves metal gear solid and nier automata into a blender* *slams the shitass smoothie into pint glass* *hysterically throws it back* i finished the line up. im at peace now

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[bitchslapblastoids]

V: Not that I’m broke. Because I know where to come if I’m broke.

D: Thank you for buying merchandise at shop.danielhowell.com so that I can pay for my grandma’s…total body workout.

Hard to overstate how much I adore this whole this (saved the parasocial for the tags)

[wishchip106]

i bet Erik regretted settling down with someone else when Charles was looking like this

you snooze you loose this is my wife now

[hakusins]

cw // suggestive

worshipped route for whitney the faithful (or fallen?) where he's preparing the sacrifice pc for weekly prayers~

whitney the faithful/swap au idea belongs to @just-dol-headshots

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Best Jeanist.

This Chapter has me in my emotions lol- i know we don’t have his full new design but I couldn’t resist <3

Hit a huge art block the past few weeks and of course The Best Jeanist is what breaks me out of it, anything for my boy lol

Live Eclair Reaction to this^

[wawamouse]

must be said, chico looked really good during those two episodes he was trying to kill miguel.. like easily and inexplicably some of my favorite appearances of his. why

[l0ganberry]

hear me out-

@sami-guinea-arts

This can be a great outcome for Bob since he did die. (And it doesn't take long to know where he ended up)

I already have a thought about this ship.

They would both have tea parties (that rosie would set up and host) where they drink *freshly squeezed* blood and eat dismembered parts (eyes, fingers, brains, things a cannibal would love).

During them, Bob would be the talker since it would be his first time meeting another cannibal with similar taste. Either it being facts he knows, stories about his hunts when taking down victims, interests, whatever he wanted to talk about..... he can with Rosie. Since she might actually have similar connections with Bob.

[d-lanx]

saw this on tik tok. i think she speaks for all of us

[galaxy-fleur]

Thought a little too hard about bittersweet aeon hurt/comfort, and it turned into a whole one-shot... So here's Ada (sort of) comforting Leon after a nightmare. I think about their og complicated dynamic a lot.

~ 1.5k words. Set in-between Damnation and RE6.

Nights like these were both extremely rare and intimately familiar all the same. Another chance meeting, another fleeting moment of connection amid a tumultuous battlefield, another quiet night full of unspoken words and emotions left unshared. It was almost like a well-practised ritual of sorts, with each step being unexpected and yet the exact same as any other that came before it.

As years went on, Ada did find herself questioning whether he might become tired of this at some point. If he would, she wouldn't exactly blame him for it. It never seemed to be quite Leon's style to take pleasure in the chase indefinitely. He was more of a 'settle down and build a white picket fence' type, really. The exact opposite of her. Then again, this was another thing that became a strange, but normal routine for them. They were so drastically different, and yet, something would always bring them together either way.

Leon deserved to live a secure and peaceful life.

But she'll be there to lend a helping hand as long as he's still out and about, fulfilling his duties. When the chance presents itself again.

Ada was also well aware that he wasn't necessarily happy with his life, either. She was also well aware of how his past would haunt him in a way that he wouldn't admit. She was aware of that on a very personal level.

Like as this night.

He felt scared. As soon as he unceremoniously stumbled into the bathroom, making a lot more noise than he would usually, she could see it reflected clear in his eyes. In all honesty, during all her time with him, Ada had never seen him quite this terrified. It was a different kind of terror from the one you'd experience in the moment of mortal danger. It was not a terror for your own life, no. This was a terror of your worst fears coming back to haunt you when you least expect it. He virtually barged into the room with a million unspoken words swimming in his stormy eyes and desperate questions that seemed to be stuck in the middle of his throat, refusing to be voiced aloud.

Really, it was funny. He felt like the smallest little thing in the room at the moment, even though she was considerably smaller than him without her heels on. All frantic and unsteady on his feet, like a cornered, frightened animal looking for cover during a violent storm. Though, she supposed, there really was a storm raging all around him. Only, that storm was locked away in his own head. A storm you can't exactly run or hide from. His wide-eyed stare was like night and day compared to her own cool, collected gaze. A simple, silent understanding passed between them as she glanced up at him without saying a word outloud.

As usual.

He couldn't tell her what was wrong with his heart, but she knew it was something. Of course, there were some possibilities to consider. Of all of them, however, one was the most plausible. She figured that all the signs pointed at a nasty nightmare. It wouldn't be the first time she bore witness to his troubled sleeping habits, after all. Or lack there of. She herself experienced many nightmares involving ghosts from her past, but his seemed to frighten him so much that he would either drink away the memories or walk aimlessly for hours.

Perhaps she was a bad friend to not try and scold him into taking better care of himself. If she could even call herself his friend at all. Or even anything tangible.

To understand him, though, she didn't have to be anything. And maybe that was all he needed.

Otherwise, he would fall apart.

She quietly set down her toothbrush and pulled him out of the bathroom without saying a single word. His hand felt cold in clammy in her own, but, for once, she didn't make a comment on it. Even if she did make a mental note to wash her hands later. There was only one bed, of course. There always was. She never remained there the entire night before, after all. As she rested herself on the side of the bed and locked eyes with him once again, her stare remained as cool as ever.

He was no longer borderline hyperventilating, but he also didn't appear to be much better, either.

Ada allowed him to take a seat in front of her after scooting over on the bed. Or, well. More like pulled him down till he understood the assignment and sat down on the bed with a shaky huff. Despite his tenseness, she eventually managed to persuade him into reclining back on the blankets. It was quiet. A bit awkward, perhaps. She figured that he would probably benefit from some consoling words right now. But she was never all that good with words. Or offering comfort to someone. At least not genuinely.

And... she did not want to lie.

Not to him.

His trembling breaths seemed twice as loud in the still quiet of a little hotel room they shared, and he turned his back on her to give her some space. Or perhaps he wanted to keep her away. She was not entirely sure.

Her gaze silently swept across the length of his back, taking in all the tiny dips and nooks of his exposed flesh for her to view. His back was strong and muscular. The kind of strong that attempts to carry far more than is necessary. Nevertheless, he appeared so much more exposed than normal at this moment. Undoubtedly, it evoked some memories.

When they first met, he was the same.

He seemed to be trying to get smaller and smaller so that he wouldn't have to be a burden to anyone. Or to attempt to hide away from whatever unseen demons were haunting him. She wasn't bothered by it. She would have walked away if she was. Instead, she let out a little sigh and, at last, laid herself down as well. In order to stop him from attempting to move away from her once more, she put her arms around his waist and hooked them together in an embrace of sorts.

It probably looked a little goofy, she supposed. For her to keep him in her arms. But despite her small size, she was strong enough to support them both. For a time, she could keep him together. Just long enough for him to regain his strength and move forward on his own again.

"...Leon," she murmured.

No response. She didn't anticipate one, though. Nevertheless, she sensed his hand move down to rest on her arm and hold it there. Almost like a wordless 'don't let go', one that she had no desire to go against.

When she pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades, he shuddered slightly. It was a good fit for her. He turned his head over his shoulder to look back at her, as if he was finally ready to say something, but nothing came out. Or maybe there was too much to say rather than too little. Therefore, it was simpler to say nothing at all. Even with his evident frustration, all that came out was a short: 'I-', before it broke off into a scoff. One that was obviously directed toward himself instead of her.

With another sigh, Ada moved her legs to entwine them with his, cuddling up against him. She could hold him just fine, even if she was smaller.

"You're safe. ...I'm safe," she said calmly, adding that last bit as an afterthought. Still, it was a significant afterthought. But, even she was somewhat surprised by her following words, which slipped from her lips in a whisper: "...I won't go anywhere. That, I promise. If you want, I'll hold you like this until you fall asleep. I can watch over you until morning. In case you have any more nightmares."

She was unable to promise him to stay forever. Or even simply to be there when he awakens. But she could promise him this much. This is what she always does, after all. When he doesn't see it, keeping watch over him. Protecting him, without his knowledge, from the darkness.

Well... she supposed, that last part is not true right now. This is usually the moment she says: 'you owe me'. However, they never reach the next phase of their familiar routine this time around.

The ritual changes.

"...Thank you," he finally whispers, his voice cracking ever so slightly with restrained emotion. She wasn't sure if he was relieved, upset, or touched. All three, perhaps. She didn't need to know, to be honest.

She refused to press against his defenses. Or attempt to obtain the key to his heart. She wasn't supposed to do that. No matter how open his heart was to her, she could protect it from a distance, and never really make her way into its warm embrace. It might have been a little cold. A little harsh. A little unfair.

However, life was never really fair. To either of them. Perhaps this was enough.

He gradually began to ease into Ada's grasp as she gently kissed his shoulder. His breathing gradually evens out as the tenseness in his muscles fades.

As his world fell apart, Leon was thankful for her, though he never understood how she knew. Maybe he didn't need to know. She was here. That's the important part.

For now, she was here. And that was enough.

[sysig]

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[qcomicsy]

Marvel writer: Then Wade get involved with monsters! And–

Me:

[alwyswnadie]

my lil snuggly baby :(((

[astranauticus]

am i just projecting or do yall also see the vision (or lack thereof)