#jack does

[cryptid-jack]

A little Kaidan before work. (The dockmaster tried to give him a parking ticket for the Normandy)

[captaincalamity]

this makes it sound like he was fucking sniffing around the set searching for lapis lazuli and that’s so much funnier than reality

[kelisewrites]

“can i tie this ribbon around your bicep?”

katsuki turns to look at you, eyeing you down already. “fuck no,”

“pleaseeee!”

he folds his arms, serious. “told you i’m done with your dumb tiktok shit”

“i just wanna see how it’s gonna look! i’ll be super quick, swear.” before he can disagree, you’re already coming at him with a pink ribbon in your hand.

his face twitches. “make it quick then.”

you begin feeling excited as you watch him hold is arm out straight towards you, giving you full access to it.

katsukis arms are just ridiculous. his big hands, boulder shoulders, and beefy forearms always drove you crazy. it’s criminal, really.

you wrap the ribbon around his bicep as tightly as you can and finish it off with a cut little bow.

you sit back, pretty proud of your work—and honestly surprised that he would let you do this in the first place.

“there! cute right?” you grin.

he blinks. “thats it? am I supposed to flex or somethin’?”

you shrug, and he decides to test it on his own. he raises his arm up and flexes his bicep slowly, watching his skin tug against the ribbon.

SNAP!

the ribbon didn’t last another second. it literally popped—loud. flew through the air, and landed on the ground somewhere.

you stood there, a little shocked at what had just happened. he broke it with just his bicep?

fuck. that’s pretty hot actually.

“that was shit.” he shrugs, rolling his sleeve back down.

“katsuki! you destroyed my ribbon!”

a smirk forms on his face, looking too smug with himself. he looks down at his arm, as if he wasn’t expecting that either.

you knew he was strong, but my god.

his smirk grows wider. “use something stronger next time,”

.ᐟ

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[waterthatsmoe]

"By the time you see my message, I'll be gone and back home."

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but know that I'm sorry."

- Yuu 00 : 00 ✓✓ read

Part 2 [next] | Part 1

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Idea: Jack can switch between normal and muscle (feedback needed)

The idea for now is that he can switch between cartoon skinny to muscular by will or just whenever he's putting in actual effort using his strength.

I personally like it but had some critiques, still experimenting with him since I've honestly never bothered developing Jack's character design.

Also, I thought about it plenty of times before, but it sucks that Jack kind of looks like a young teenage boy a lot of the times. The wrinkles fixed it a bit at least.

[chloesimaginationthings]

New FNAF clown Jackie from secret of the Mimic!!

[matthewrhys]

The Pitt— "8:00 P.M."

[seidenbros]

You have no idea how happy it makes me that this little detail is in the pro shot

[cryptid-jack]

3D Mass Effect commission I did for @rotschopf-thedrow of her Shepard and Kaidan! Had a lot of fun working with her to design her shep in 3D!

[rystiel]

i’m sensing a trend

[qt-kt]

Here’s my piece for this years @invisobang !

I drew this for chapter 5 of @brekitten 's wonderful fic! Please go give it a read :D

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[tinyfantasminha]

w ..... why are you looking at me like that 😳

inspired by this picture from the Beastars manga  ↓

[ho-ii]

Dr. Jack Abbot in '8:00 P.M.' | The Pitt.