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i love them.sm
2 of my fav characters
im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.
I thought of high school au roman as football quarterback or captain. So I made Remus apart of the cheer team cuz why not? I don’t think he’s captain but he gets to jump around so yes
Hehe, just a little something I wanted to doodle following the last DxP comic. 🌸
A while back, while I was still figuring out how Ansy would’ve met these two, what kind of friendship they would have, etc., I had the thought that maybe Ansy actually did have a cute, innocent, little girl crush on Ingo back in BW. Mostly it’d just be moments like this (she probably ran off afterwards lol), or just sometimes shyly admiring from afar much like me at that age.
Ingo likely would’ve noticed, but chose not to act any differently, which turned out for the best - she grew out of it, & not only did they get to have the nice friendship they have as adults, he also got to be a good role model for the kind of person she eventually got to be with (Ikrit can also go on about stuff & is the more serious / sensible type, hehe ^_^).
I’m not sure how Emmet would respond - I had originally had the thought that he would tease Ingo about it, though I’m not sure he would tease her about that one. What do you guys think?
An idea that came to my head while washing the dishes..
Best boy and best girl.
Not the best pic, but I thought it was neat enough, esp since it was an accident ^^ (+ a bonus pic that looks like Diluc is patting Kaeya's head)
Made a Pressure experiment oc, so here's some art I did of em [+ Eyefestation in my style cuz they're besties]
Oc & Canon
Riddleford and Karl being friends
Cartoon style? And yes I am trying to make a comic with a cartoon style and Idk what I should do :P
Bbro snuggles! Felt like making something warm and cozy. They fell asleep studying runes, sweet boys - Black and white version under the cut <3
DESPAIRDUO HURT/COMFORT!?!?
Thatcher, stood outside leaning against the cold, rough brick wall of the MCPD. Beside him, Adam sat down idly on the floor, staring up at the bleak, gloomy night sky. It had been tough for both of them after all the shit that went down back at Adam's place. Adam was still scarred, they both knew that. His life had been flipped upside down, the guilt of his past wrongful actions crushed his self-worth, and his new unwelcome body had completely shut him down. He would rarely speak, and his monotone words would only rasp vague responses towards Thatcher's questions.
Thatcher knew how it felt to get his identity snatched away from him, to be replaced and pushed away from his friends. But it wasn't the same for Adam. Adam is the replacement, Adam was the one who pushed his friends away. He had no control over it. It was all wrong, but it was never truly him. Adam was stupid and blind, always under the influence of alternates. Yet over the last three days, Thatcher yearned for Adam to regain his self-worth, to love himself, to see how he's not a sadistic alternate and how he's much more than just a cog in the machine.
The demons belittled him, they mocked his parental care and love for a criminal that was of the same species which had murdered his best friends in cold blood and single-handedly destroyed the population of Mandela County.
Calmly, Thatcher gazed up at the sky, taking comfort from the cigarette that was in between his fingers. There was no sound. No cars, birds or people. no anything that made a place lively. He continued smoking, and the smell of tobacco filled the cold air. It stayed silent for a few minutes.
"Give me one."
"Huh?" He quickly looked down to his left in surprise.
"Please."
"Adam...?" He didn't expect that. At least not so soon. Adam had never outright demanded for something. Especially something like a cigarette. He'd isolated himself and always felt ashamed whenever Thatcher made an attempt to talk to him. As if he himself was nothing but a burden.
This excited Thatcher even more. Although it was a surprising request, it was an opportunity to finally connect with Adam.
"You... You want a cigarette...?"
"Yes." Adam looked up at him. his face was blank and serious as always. Except his eyes had hints of lingering desperation. As if he needed this badly. Thatcher was weak. He couldn't say no, especially to Adam.
"Alright, kid." He reluctantly handed over a cigarette. Despite his eagerness before, he almost regretted saying yes. He knew the dangers of smoking and Adam's body seemed fragile, especially internally. The night when all his bones broke and snapped was burned in his brain. It trapped his mind from sleeping every night, including today. His desperate attempt of setting all of Adam's bones back in place and wrapping it up in very bare cloth only healed him a bit, that was something Thatcher felt slightly felt proud of. Yet, that entire interaction haunted him, every single moment during the day and the night.
"But, why?" He couldn't help himself, if he wanted to understand Adam, he'd need to make the most of every interaction between them.
Curiously, he waited for his answer. The night grew colder and the silence drew out. Adam's blinding white irises stared at him thoughtfully. Awkwardly, Thatcher shifted uncomfortably and his gaze dropped a few times before quickly reciprocating his eye contact. He couldn't mess this up, not now. It was unbearably silent, but he knew he had to stay patient. And so he did.
Finally, Adam blinked out of his trance and looked down.
"I want..." He sighed sadly.
"...to feel... Again." He tensed up and folded in on himself with his long arms wrapped around his legs and his head buried in his naked chest. He shuddered miserably and went stiff. The cigarette was still in his hand, but it was crushed from the pressure of his fingers.
Thatcher's heart sank. He felt so much determination for him. He knew how he felt. For the past 17 years, his only shred of hope was Dave, but nothing felt complete. He never felt whole.
"Oh kid..." He muttered out of sympathy, he reached out for him but immediately retreated his hand. He didn't want to disturb him but he wanted to comfort him so badly.
Instead, he slowly crouched in front of him.
"What do you feel like right now?" He asked gently, keeping his voice low.
"Empty, as if... I'm starving... But not of hunger." He quietly said, still crouched in his stiff, painful position. He never looked up, but Thatcher still tried.
"Y'know, drugs isn't the way to feel better," "and I know it's quite hypocritical of me to say that, but don't take me as an example." His words were gentle and calm. Thatcher shifted into a more comfortable cross-legged position, facing Adam.
"I-I'm not trying to lecture you, kid. But, I... am here for you." Adam's entire body slightly jumped from that in surprise. It was a good sign. Thatcher continued.
"I know that things... Haven't been the best for us, but, I care for you. I... am not scared of you, not at all, kid." Adam shivered and trembled, Thatcher could hear the poor boy catching his breath.
"Stop it." He pleaded, voice breaking. Thatcher reached his hand out, softly patting his hair.
"Listen, you've had your identity ripped apart from you. I know how that feels."
"Shut up."
"And-"
"Shut UP." Adam's voice distorted even more at that last word, breaking and trembling out of anger. Thatcher scooted closer and began to soothingly ruffle his hair. Thatcher continued when he felt Adam relax from it.
"You've been wronged, Adam, by THEM. You're also a victim, no matter what you think."
"NO! I am THEM. I wronged OTHERS." He sobbed, his head finally turned up at Thatcher. Half his face was still covered by his lanky legs but his eyes and nose bridge was visible.
He could do this, he was finally making progress. His heart ached for the poor, weeping alternate in front of him.
"Adam..." He slowly moved his hand down to wipe his tears. Adam flinched suddenly, his eyes widened in shocked.
"Lieutenant, why?" He asked shakily.
"Why are you doing this... For ME?" He still cried continuously
"Because you deserve it, kid. No one deserves to go through what you're living right now. You have regrets, I know. So do I, but you can resolve them. I know you can." Now Adam was fully facing him, his entire body was relaxed and Thatcher continued to rub his face gently.
"You are so much more than what those alternates say you are. You... are much more human than me." "I-I have ruined lives myself," He thought of Ruth. He thought of the Heathcliffs. He thought of every single phone call that he never went and helped.
Adam stared at him in awe. The tears stopped.
"And I will NOT fail you too, kid." He declared confidently. His heart pounded hard and he locked eyes with Adam, his gaze never wavered.
For a moment, it was silent. Thatcher slowly put his hand down next to him. His pulse raced quicker, had he made a mistake?
Suddenly, Adam lunged at him, all muscles tense. Thatcher gasped and froze, his heart skipped a beat. Why? He's different, he's not a normal alternate!
Unexpectedly, Thatcher felt two boney, long arms wrapped around his torso and his vision was blocked by a flat, thin-skinned chest. He felt a surprisingly light weight on his legs.
"Kid...?"
"Thank you...So much, lieutenant..." Adam mumbled, if it weren't for how close they were he probably wouldn't have heard it. Thatcher's heart bloomed inside, and he gladly hugged him, feeling his cold, almost-watery back and his slightly protruding spine.
Adam eased up in his arms, carefully resting his pointy chin on top of Thatcher's head. Thatcher exhaled in relief and enjoyed the heartfelt moment.
The night continued its gloom above their heads but they weren't afraid, not anymore. Thatcher reflected back on the nightmarish encounter back at Adam's home. Ever since that, he felt even more despair whirling in his heart. But now, he felt like his youthful self back in the 1990s, full of hope and determination.
Everything had changed again, but not for the worst. Now, Thatcher finally had a goal, to not fail his kid and to protect him forever in this merciless world. He'd no idea where these overprotective, parental feelings came from, but, he knew he always wanted a kid.
Adam's grip tightened on him and his breathing became even. Thatcher smiled genuinely and reached his arm out full-length to pat Adam's head.
"Come on, kid," He softly whispered. "Time for bed."
*W)(Y IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT T)(IS????
B33 < tw: flashing/changing lights ? hue shift ? (sorry idont have good english) under the cut
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B33 < (he/they/it/occasionally "bee"/bee related pronouns, if hes in the mood :oP)
Not a ship post**
Rhett McLaughlin × Link Neal
Good Mythical Morning
"You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
You just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me
Yeah, you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You got troubles, I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and see it through
'Cause you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
Some other folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
Maybe
But none of them will ever love you
The way I do
It's me and you, boy
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see it's our destiny
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me"
and then he threw him off the roof again
hey tumblr, it's a great day .
@sc3n3-b1tch this was so fun to make, tyy <3
tried drawing marvus and chixie hanging out :3
Hayasaka, Kurumada and Gin blue pastel desktop wallpaper