#the story is so detailed and sweet

[radiocryby-fm]

🖊𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

Oh…how I love to draw him.. Randy from the game: “Maggie’s apartment” check it out on steam!!

[puppppppppy]

you are umasou

[starrysharks]

hotel manager

[nono-uwu]

Dawgs

great thing about being an artist is that I can make two characters that have nothing to do with eachother from completley different games interact

Also slight spoiler warning for hsr 2.1 main story in the tags (i ramble)

[chryblossomjjk]

just found out that jungkook interacts with people who aren’t me

[medilies]

Do you ever watch s3 and s4 and realise you're not enjoying it that much

[sskk-manifesto]

And so the big sskk shortage begins (no sskk for the next 15 episodes) (and the sskk episode coming after kind of sucks)

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[rainingincale]

since you are still awake anyways did you get around to doing your garden thing? & if so how was it what did tou get up to :)

... i didnt end up doing it 🤣😭 i was simply too sleepy and then suddenly it was dark shsvfhdh i am planning to do it tomorrow but I really do not imagine I will be able to 😔

[couldbebetterforsure]

I see a million and one warnings telling me to prepare my heart for whenever I read Meteor Impact but NO ONE wanted to put out warnings telling me that Climax would make me sob from sheer adoration for my precious boys and their growth and love for each other?!?!?!?!!???!????!!!

[namig42]

I'm fucking livid.

I just went and saw Wicked, and I didn't know that they split the movie into two parts.

I saw "Part I" on the title card ten minutes into the film and thought "oh no." I tried to be optimistic though. Maybe since it's based off a musical, they were trying to class it up and have a title card halfway through to show when the second act starts. After all, the film is nearly three hours, that can't just be one act, right???

When "Defying Gravity" came on, I got nervous. I was so worried if it was going to end that I could barely enjoy the final scenes. As the song progressed, I dreaded the idea that the film was at its end. I had lost track of time, I had no clue if the two and a half hours had passed, but it didn't feel like it.

Then I saw "To be continued" and spoke with my full chest, "NO." Everyone in the theatre laughed, but I was genuinely frustrated.

The worst part was that I genuinely enjoyed the film. It was so good and fun. I enjoyed the acting, the sets, the costumes, all of it, and then they pulled that shit.

I don't mind if they wanted to split the movie into two parts. They didn't want to cut scenes. I write fanfic, I get not wanting to cut details. What made me mad was that I didn't see one poster, one review, or one god damn piece of promotional material that mentioned that it was only act I. It's not there when you google it, in the synopsis, or in any of the top reviews.

They should've said at least somewhere that it was only act I, but they didn't because the marketing team knew that no one wants to see half a musical. If they had promoted it that way, the movie wouldn't have done nearly as well. As long as they get your money, then who cares?

And they know people will want to see the rest of the story and be roped into seeing act II when it comes out because that's just human nature.

It pisses me the hell off to do that to people. To split a well known story into two parts and not share that fact anywhere easily accessible is incredibly manipulative and I absolutely loathe that type of business practice. I felt fucking scammed as I watched the credits even though I enjoyed 99% of the experience, but that last 1% was so fucking loud in my mind that I couldn't even enjoy reminiscing about the things I liked about the film.

Fuck media and manipulative business. It makes me hate the industry.

[bmpmp3]

the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)

[jvzebel-x]

"He'd lived so long in anticipation of his own death that to contemplate his future was like standing at the edge of a cliff staring into a vertiginous rush of open sky."

x. "The Golem and The Genie", Helene Wecker

"I am no saint, and he is no monster for me to slay."

x. "The Hidden Palace", Helene Wecker

[dimsilver]

🌸

[vayneoc]

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[bishoptheboy]

A little review of vol 1-3

<BEHOLD the messy warm up doodles (I have way more but they all look like they need to be exorcised). I have been reading Naruto vol 1 to 3 this time (yes I have been jumping from different volumes) and savouring the SNS moments in their Genin days.

⚠️Warning: a bit long review/rant (scroll away if not interested) ⚠️

From the get go once Sasuke is introduced, it is shown that Sasuke cares about Naruto, (heck, he even defended him from Skr even though Naruto tied him up and even disguised as him).

Girly made such insensitive comments (I'm shocked too honestly. I remembered she was mean but not this mean. After knowing the back story + during the time Naruto was aiming to at least graduate, I shed some manly tears), which really shows her double standards between Naruto and Sasuke. Both orphans, but she likes Sasuke because he is handsome, him being alone and serious is 'mysterious' and cool, while "Naruto is annoying" and judges him just like how others see him (also don't give me the reason that oh she didn't know! Well it only goes to show how shallow she is just like the others that were described in the earlier chapters. This is basically showing that she really is part of the mob).

However, moments later after she said that, Sasuke delivers the iconic line (based on translation I have):

"You...make me sick!"

HA. I have seen that panel shared everywhere, but it just hits even harder reading the moments leading up to that scene.>