#rams progress

[shibabutch]

big boy butch progress for february and start of march:)

[soulllove]

[gillymugs]

Some fast renders of Ram and Dyson

[astercontrol]

Work in progress!

Ram and Tron, at some point during their imprisonment.

Pose inspired by The Victory of Faith (warning: artistically nude ladies.) Thanks to @coupleofdays for the suggestion!

[enigma-the-mysterious]

WIP Wednesday 25/7/24: All progress so far!

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@somefishycat

They took him down from where they had kept him, strung up like a slab of butchered meat, and attempted to lead him away from the cell.

Bheem did not make it easy for the policemen. His limbs felt numb but his spirit did not.

@zyrafowe-sny

He knew. He knew the real reason why he had not stayed, why he had refused to get his wounds tended by the medic at the police station. Deep down, in the empty hollowness of his chest where his heart once used to be, Ram knew.

@aparticularbandit @sourb0i @post-and-out @adhdavinci

Some nights were easier than the others. In fact, Bheem would say that most of his nights were peaceful.  But on some cursed nights, when the moonlight did not reach their little hut and the report of an English rifle was heard a little too close to their home, Bheem's worst memories were dredged up from the dark crevices of his mind that threatened to swallow him whole. Tonight was one such night. The gentle hand kept running through his hair, untangling his curled knots with such tenderness- such a sharp contrast from the rough, uncaring hands in his nightmare. 

A kiss pressed to his forehead. A thumb carefully wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Bheema."

His name, so softly spoken, so unlike the icy cold words of the stranger in nightmares.

Eyes still adjusting to the darkness, Bheem took deep breaths, willing his racing heart to calm down. There was no little girl to rescue, no British soldiers to run from, no jail to raid. No pain to endure, no shackles to resist, no spiked whip to stand proud and tall against.

@scifikimmi @eriquin @1attheedge

There were two things Ram was certain of in his life, besides his mission. Akhtar was his best friend. Akhtar loved to eat.

"Bhai, have you ever tried the samosas from that little shop in the corner near Lal Qila? The potatoes, bhaiyya! I swear, they just melt in your mouth."

"More biriyani, Ammi!" "Bhai, what would you do if you ever woke up as a jalebi? Would you try to eat yourself?"

@auburnlaughter

The weight on his shoulder felt both foreign and familiar, right and wrong, comforting and crushing. "My legs are about to fall off," Akhtar whined. "Carry me a little longer."

Thank you for all the requests! Really made some solid progress today 😄

[menlove]

I'm gonna listen to a paul solo album while writing which one should I listen to guys

[sandcatart]

New Boruto Oc! Mokusei Ramu, fan dancer, Hidden Mist teahouse owner, and a cyborg with liminality manipulation

[beardedtruckdriver]

She knows what’s up

#Squrebody

[starlooove]

The Jackie lives au in my head

[relaxedstyles]

Frank Zappa knew ...

[shibabutch]

bad end of march:( adhd won, folks.

working hard for April now🥲

[antisocialxconstruct]

well. I got frazzled by Fan Complications™ so the pc is getting put away to be revisited later.

[bluesunsdusk]

--// Set would go on a whole rant with a buddy about how humans will depict practical use robots with non-functional wires as hair because humans are incapable of imagining anything out of their own narrow frame of "good" aesthetics and existence and they want everything to adhere to their standards because they're so used to forcing the world to bend over backwards for them. We live in anthronormative society and the humans despise those who refuse to abide by it.

Ramattra in the background with his nonfunctional hair wires stares at them and wonders why Anubis made his model "cater to the human gaze." ))

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WIP Wednesday 12/8/24: All progress so far!

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@anachronismstellar @mystarduststories @aparticularbandit

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Akhtar tentatively brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. 

Ram waited with bated breath. 

And then Akhtar moaned, his eyes closing and his face losing itself to bliss. 

[...]

Warmth unfurled in his chest. It was only when his cheeks started to twitch did Ram realize that he was smiling. Widely.

[...]

Ram giggled.

That pulled Akhtar out of his happy little world and he glanced at Ram, his brows knitted and his nose scrunched in confusion.

"What is it?"  

"Come here," Ram said, still smiling and waving his hand to beckon him closer.

Akhtar did, still sporting that adorable frown between his sweet, sweet eyes.

@1attheedge @scifikimmi

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Bheem allowed it for a few moments, letting himself get lost in the softness of Ram's lips, the warmth of his breath over his skin, the coolness of his tongue as it swiped against his own. But at the end, with great reluctance, he broke it, grabbing Ram's wrists with his hands, holding him just as Ram held him.

"Bangaram, I don't want you to love me out of any guilt or obligation," Bheem said, the words firm but not harsh. "I want you to love me because you want me, desire me, need me. I want you to love me because you love me."

Ram smiled, dark eyes shining with so much adoration that it took Bheem's breath away. "Komuram Bheem, I have loved you since the moment we clasped hands over a river on fire."

@zyrafowe-sny @somefishycat

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You should stoke the fire in your heart, he had sung. But it's the man whom he once called his friend who had been the fire in his life. Did he sing about it because he ached deeply from the loss of that warmth? Or did he create his own fire to counter the licks of flame that burned his flesh?

You should burn like the flaming sun, he had sung. But wasn't he burned enough already? The brands of betrayal seared into his skin, still blistering hot with agony?

O Komuram Bheem, O Komuram Bheem, he had sung. But was that song even meant for himself? Or was he addressing someone else entirely?

@eriquin

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Naked, covered in blood and Akh- the Gond Protector's bruises, Ram saw a man in the mirror. 

And he hated him.

His rage boiled over and he hammered his fist on the mirror, the glass shattering as easily as the hope in Akh- Bhee- the Gond Protector's eyes.

He roared and drove his other fist into what remained of the mirror.

[ceartii]

Since Naatu Naatu won a Golden Globe I might as well post some of the sketches I did

[theoldmixer]

apple music - 6 & 64 !