#that im keeping in my back pocket

[theellipelli]

why only copy the technique :( why not also copy all the angel swag while you're at it :(

[xxplastic-cubexx]

How would you redesign Headmaster Magneto? Just out pf curiousity because while he served it didn’t feel like… Erik.

i have to keep it 100 i have no idea without just. rerunning his original design but with a palette swap LOL but we try around here

[gomzdrawfr]

that's all I ask

[good-beanswrites]

One more scene from Fuuta-Es convos with @waivyjellyfish for now :3 I liked exploring Es' post-canon mindset as an ex-murder investigator... Like my other drabble, I don't have the details worked out but Milgram is over and they're living at the Kajiyamas' now.

What Fuuta didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

It’s what Es told themself as they slipped into his clothes. They’d spotted the outfit at the bottom of Fuuta’s closet a few days ago, then decided to bide their time. With Fuuta and his sister downstairs having breakfast, there was a small window of opportunity now.  

Es stuck their arm through the red-striped sleeve. They still didn’t know what possessed them to put it on. 

Was it the appeal of something familiar? In a world devoid of all memories, they enjoyed the idea of putting on at least one outfit that they’d seen hundreds of times on their little music video screen. Is it possible to be comforted by someone else’s memories?

Was it old habits? They’d spent each trial doing anything and everything to feel closer to the prisoners. To take a peek into their minds. To step into their shoes. This was taking it a bit literally, they knew. Although everything was over and they had no reason to connect so deeply to any of the prisoners, Es couldn’t get away from the duty they’d obsessed over for so long.

Maybe it was just their troublesome curiosity, always driving them forward. There was a small part of them that hungered for more information, no matter the reason. They were perfectly aware that putting on Fuuta’s red and blue tracksuit would probably offer them absolutely nothing new, but they had to try. Something might be revealed to them, and they needed to know. 

Es stood in front of the full length mirror. They turned one way. They turned the other way. They shifted their arms. They cocked their head.

Sure enough, nothing. 

They took note of the little details. It was a little big on them, (though  it wouldn’t take them long to catch up to Fuuta’s size). It was neither fashionable nor tacky. The material wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it felt warm.

But, did it make them feel any closer to Fuuta?

They contemplated a moment, thinking of all that he may have done in the outfit. There were so many classes these pants had walked to, so many arcade coins that these pockets had held. Es wondered if his friends ever nudged the shoulders of the jacket playfully. Maybe they weren’t the type. It had probably seen it’s share of all nighters. And also lazy days spent in bed, or sick days laid up on the couch.

They puffed their chest out, thinking of the confidence Fuuta may have had wearing this. They pulled the hood over their hair. It had likely seen just as much as his hesitance. How many times had he sunk into the thick material for an escape? Or was there an opposite effect – did he feel so comfortable in this that he could commit murder?

Es stared at themself.

There came some shuffling out in the hall. Before Es could move, Fuuta was shouting to his sister and bursting into the room.

“Will you get out of my fucking hair if I bring it to you right –” he froze. “Now...”

Es, too, was frozen in place, their eyes wide. 

“I-I’m sorry.” They started unzipping the jacket. “I saw it and… I didn’t mean to –”

“ – It’s fine,” Fuuta muttered. He waved his hand dismissively. He started shuffling things around in his desk drawer, angling his head down, out of sight. His voice was strained, though it wasn’t as angry as Es had been expecting. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna wear it again.”

Es carefully folded the jacket over their arm. “I wasn’t trying to bring up the past. I was just…” What had they been doing? 

“I said it’s fine.” 

“I know it’s not.”

“You don’t know anything. Wear it every day for all I care. I was just gonna toss it.”

“You still can. Or, I can.”

“Nah.” Fuuta retrieved what he was looking for. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look over his shoulder. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Es straightened in surprise as he left. They took another look in the mirror. They allowed themself a small smile. They might have undersold how comfortable it was.

Now that they were thinking of it, they did look pretty cool… Maybe that was all there was to it.

[firstfullmoon]

does anyone have an ereader and read lots of poetry and/or pdfs on it and if so which ereader would you recommend

[defiledtomb]

Don't get your tongue pierced unless the freak dividends yield more than the eventual cost. Then absolutely go for it

[blueskittlesart]

Anon from earlier; absolutely your comics are amazing and I'm glad crit was good!!! Are you going to share that comic here?

I'm not entirely sure at the moment. It's one piece of a larger story, and my professor told me it's something I could realistically send to publishers and agents if I want to get picked up for an actual publishing contract (which is my literal genuine dream & has been since i was like 11 years old) so i'm hesitant to start self-publishing it rn, especially in pieces, which is how it currently exists. (I plan to write another episode of the same story for the same class next semester lol) until I know exactly where I'm looking to take it it's probably just going to remain in my portfolio :)

[swearingcactus]

when you have little guy energy and chose being a merc as a career, you gotta get creative with your insults

[compacflt]

While I was reading your slider oneshot for the third time (sooooo good btw, i cant say enough how much i love your writing), I kept thinking about Ice and Sliders conversation about Carole-[“Me and Carole?��� Ice said, thinking it over. He smiled his bitter, bashful smile— “Yeah, we might’ve worked out, once. I won’t get into the details. We tried it out. But I don’t think the timing was right.”]-What is Ice referencing here?? Is he referring to when Carole kissed him? Or did I miss something (entirely possible tbh)? I really felt like Mav when I read that scene ["What do Admiral Kazansky and Carole Bradshaw get up to when he doesn’t know about it?"]

The parallel of Mav being [redacted] with Goose and Carole liking/loving/pining for Ice. Wow! So deliciously complex. What an interesting little love square they have going on. Bradley and his four parents.

But man...Carole really is such a tragic figure in both canon and your fic. But I really really love the depth of emotion that you give her in the glimpses that we get. Her relationships with both Mav and Ice are so interesting and layered. They just feel very real. I really really loved the gimpse of her point of view you gave us in the Dad!Ice fic (the half empty box of cigarettes!! I still think about that)

this is such a sweet ask. thank you. yes he was referring to her kissing him (not really “trying it out,” to be fair, but he’s also trying to “prove” to slider that he’s still interested in women, so he’s using even the most tangential of evidence and holding it up like “see? See? not gonna give you all the details but Trust Me bro we tried it out😎”)

& also here’s from my notes in my printed-out copy of my fics from last OCTOBER (whoa). Referring to the scene in the hospital when Carole gives ice & maverick the instructions to pull Bradley’s USNA app & suggests she & ice have discussed it previously (they haven’t).

Carole is pretty much the only person who is around both Ice & mav enough to know the truth of who they are. (Slider also recognizes this— “ice let Carole Bradshaw see his happiness but not slider… :( que cruel”. And the whole “she is literally the only camera capturing icemav’s happiness on film for the historical record” section of slider

.) And Carole therefore is the only person to whom ice quite literally cannot deny that he & maverick are together, because she… has eyes. And is their best friend. and they’re raising her kid with her. So that sets her up as like a confessional character, in that ice HAS to be truthful with her in a way he isn’t with anyone else, including… his literal boyfriend maverick. so it’s a pretty easy leap for Maverick to be like, It’s a given that ice does not honestly want to be with me, a man -> but he is honest about his feelings with Carole, a woman who has expressed interest in him, behind my back (“what do admiral Kazansky & Carole Bradshaw get up to when he doesn’t know about it?”) -> Omg they’re having a heterosexual emotional affair. Which, like, they totally might be? which is why i keep going back to the *possibility* that they might have worked out once, had it not been for the simultaneous timing of ice falling in love with maverick, since ice is also Bradley’s no. 1 dad figure in my story. Which slider points out.

From a heterosexual family planning perspective, ice & Carole together just kinda makes sense. In a way that everyone in the story recognizes, for better or worse.

[analogwriting]

i think about this picture every single fucking day of my life oh my god

[atesomerocks]

got omori for the switch as a birthday present and completed a playthru of the good ending in like two days so have some art

[kingsofneon]

just discovered your coby/shanks maid cafe fic and i am INSANE over it. if you ever write more for that paring i will explode /pos (but fr no pressure, i am fed so well with what you have given us you're so talented thanks for sharing 🙏🙏)

dhdjdhdh thanks doll <33

The maid fic....my beloved.....litcherally just an excuse to have horny exhibition kink but it came out so good snickers

🤔 i have one other coby//shanks? Which is coby gets ""captured"" by the redhair pirates due to some shenanigans, and due to OTHER shenanigans they think he's been doused with a sex pollen that's making him too horny to function 😂 Coby lets them continue to think this because its the only way he can think to vaguely have control but it also ends with shanks getting him off and Cobys brain melting out his ears from overstim 😘

[noicevibes]

Chilchuck… is a divorced father of three?

[andro-dino]

I think loa is one of the only interests I’ve had in recent memory that I haven’t figured out how to combine with beyblade in some way yet.

damn these extremely different pieces of media being extremely different

[cloggedarteri]

we dont really know what happens to jack post rdr finale soo ive been thinking

after killing ross, what if jack found a mentor?

♡jack finding a mentor in reader

♡after jack fucking murders ross he goes back home to sell the ranch so he isnt surronded by the ghosts of his family

♡i imagine reader and jack just meeting in the most mundane of circumstances, maybe in a bar. or on a hill while camping

♡actually you know how in rdr2 you can sometimes encounter friendly npc's and join their camp, i imagine thats how it went for reader and jack

♡just jack trying to catch his breath as he travels to...no where in particular. he has no place to call his own. not anymore

♡jack coming across a small camp and finding a person lounging in front of the fire with their horse beside them

♡reader, back against the saddle they'd taken off their horse, doesnt even look up to acknowledge the boy

♡nothing is said between them and only the crackle of the fire can be heard

"ya lost kid?"

"sure"

"ya know, ive met many a wanderer out in these parts"

"and?"

"and despite having only known you for one minute, ive not been graced by someone as mornic as you"

"well, my pa wasnt the brightess of men, so"

"a fool with no sense, thats what you are...dont know me from adam but you invade my camp all the same...you got a death wish or something kid?

"maybe. maybe not...dont have much to lose either way...give me a few an' I'll move on from here"

reader just sighing and moving to their satchel to get grab some cans of food because its very clear that jack hasnt been taking care of himself

"you aint gotta go...eat something"

"thanks"

"got a name kid?"

"jack"

[pilonciillo]