#implied 2AM

[narmothewraith]

Sketch of my favorite stranger <3

Who's y'all favorite?!?

[tolbyccia]

still maid day somewhere

[qualityrain]

nomura put them on one side and sora and neku on the other to maximise their joint yearning they’re so embarrassing

WHY ARE THEY SO EMBARRASSING.

[helsensm]

⚡🌸

[dread-full]

Cho Sang-woo & 'My Liberation Notes' (2022)

[0pancake-mix0]

I don’t actually think Sigma would eat a battery, I think Nikolai just said that unprompted

[transusopp]

trafalgar law would never call anyone a slur why do you ask

[k1tsu-au]

Midnight Chataway.

1/3

🍕& 🍔

TWS: child neglect, SH implications & suicide mention.

writing below the cut!!

There was no actual way of telling the time in these hell games, you just had to guess what time you had to get up and what time you got to go to sleep, though sleep wouldn’t do much good because half the time the repeated deaths of those close to you (literally) replayed and replayed over and over again in your mind till you awoke- or till you got numb to seeing blood and death so often alike Noob, who’s been here the longest- or Guest 1337, who’s a war veteran.Nobody really knows if he died to get into this limbo or not,all that he himself remembers is being pushed before a grenade exploded.Elliot had learnt about the nightmares on his second night,so he tried to get little sleep as he has been squeamish since he was little- and still is!He was actually quite used to being sleep deprived- one of the ‘perks’ of being apart of a family that would publicly humiliate you if you were anything below perfect.His father used to make him stay awake late at night,making him memorize how to make certain pizza types off by heart when he was around 15ish.Sure, he was way past 15 now -11 years to be exact- but it was stuck with him like a bur with a grudge.It was probably one of the prime reasons why he struggled to get to sleep nowadays.Anyways- Elliot wasn’t exactly doing anything.He had just grabbed a glass,went to fill it outside,and then walked back into the cabin.It was the equivalent of walking into a room and forgetting what to do almost immediately.He held his glass of water in one hand and used his other arm to prop himself up as he leaned ontop of the cabinet infront of fireplace, which seemed lifeless and dull now.I should probably turn it on- I’m gonna be here for like..another 2 hours or so?Plus,it’s cold as shit in here,He thought to himself.At first, Elliot had only began coming in the cabin when everybody else was sleeping was to change his bandages without feeling like Chance,or whoever was in their cabin, was watching him.He hated the burn marks.It had ruined his reputation in his fathers establishment- which he wouldn’t of cared much about if it wasn’t for the fact that his father produced hard hits.And worst of it, he had to stay in eternal hell with the man who ruined him.He didn’t speak to 007n7 too much.It brought back bad memories.Not only of the pizzeria burning,but of..But of why 007n7 got put here and their shared lovely memories that Elliot tried so hard to get rid of.But- there wasn’t time to dwell on the past,what’s done is done.The bare and rotten side of his face still felt like it was aflame when he woke up sometimes.There was a lot of phantom pain,specifically where he got the surgery so he could continue speaking to the customers.A sudden,wary and strained voice -

“..Hell..o?”

- disconnected Elliot from his thoughts and made him jump.He got spooked quite badly- he splashed a good amount of water on himself when his body instinctively went into flight mode.Awkward silence filled the cabin.Just a bit inside the cabin,illuminated softly by the dimly lit moon he could just about make out the silhouette of 007n7.His hair was ruffled and didn’t look taken care of.His eyes, once somewhat vibrant with life were dull and depressed like the day he had shot himself,but they still gave the same slightly warm glow they used too.They both spoke at the same time.

“H-“

“Sor- Sorry,you can speak.”

“No,No.I was just gonna say hi back.Uh,what were you saying?”

007n7 mumbled- Elliot caught his name in the quiet murmurs before 007n7 spoke up again.

“I was just gonna..just gonna say sorry for scaring you.” He seemed to sound slightly more confident as he spoke.

“It’s..fine,” Elliot grumbled.It felt awkward trying to talk to 007n7 again. “I just wish I wasn’t absolutely soaked right now.”

“Sorry..”

Elliot was beginning to get a bit agitated with how many times this washed up bloke kept apologizing.

“Thats like you saying sorry because the suns too hot.Not everything that is slightly caused by the butterfly effect is your fault.” He snorted playfully and rolled his eyes,feeling oddly comfortable with being jokey right now.

007n7 seemed brighten up a second- giving an almost silent chuckle before quieting himself.

“Do you..uh, want me to-to go?” He stammered.Elliot was about to agree before he got an idea.

“No,actually.I want to talk to you about something,” The 5 stages of grief seemed to flash through 007n7’s eyes. “Sit down with me.” Elliot turned away from the cabinet,which his arm had gone sore from leaning on.He left his glass of water next to the vinyl as walked towards one of the smaller chairs and practically threw himself onto it.007n7 seemed like a deer in the headlights before quickly sitting down the the small chair next to Elliot.

“So,uh..What did you want to talk about..?” 007n7 asked nervously- you could practically hear the wobble in his voice.

Elliot breathed in and hoped he wouldn’t manage to set the ex-hacker off.

“When you had the argument with Builderman -well it wasn’t really an argument it was just Builderman getting pissy at you-“

“Uh-huh..What about it?”

“I know what you were searching for in the drawers.”

007n7’s face went ghostly white.

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yoohoo..!!!first bit of this done,and I was procrastinating it so badly </3

also why do I only pop off when I post stuff about this sad father 💔

[hbghq]

i'm so normal about these two so have a concept before i go to bed // injuries, bad eating habits, self-starving, kind of implied self harm ig, disordered eating

context: seawatt's been brought back to parkour civilization and evbo's been keeping an eye on him and making sure he's not doing evil stuff again

evbo goes to visit seawatt at one point and seawatt's very closed off and cold, wrapping himself in his robe tighter than usual, his cape a bit lower around his shoulders.

they talk for a bit, evbo bright and cheery as usual until he notices seawatt seemingly running out of energy mid-conversation, his responses shortening and becoming less energetic (not that they were to begin with but it's possible he'd just been having an off day).

seawatt excuses himself for a moment and evbo waits patiently as he walks out of the room, only to hear a soft thud against the wall on the other side of the room.

he's worried, and when seawatt doesn't come back for a few minutes he goes over to check on him, only to find him slumped against the wall, spasming slightly. he's taking damage.

evbo panics, asking him what's going on, seawatt's too delirious to answer but all evbo can get out of him is that he's hungry and when he looks, seawatt's health is frighteningly low. he hasn't been eating.

evbo gently pulls them both into a sitting position, cradling seawatt in his arms, laying his head in his lap. he's gentle, worried, panicking a bit, as seawatt winces at another half-heart gone.

he regrets it, it's clear. evbo can see it in his eyes. there's a silent plea for him to help and he doesn't know what to do. his enemy, his ally, his... friend? is wasting away in his arms.

evbo thinks for a moment, then softly lays his hands on seawatt's cheeks. he'd get an earful for messing up his makeup, but he could deal with that later. he closes his eyes, concentrating.

seawatt hisses in pain, not from another spasm but from the heat coming off evbo's palms. it's just warm enough to be uncomfortable and feels like pins and needles, spreading from his face into his nerves and down his entire body, slowly, like waking up a limb after you slept on it funny.

evbo doesn't move. thirty seconds, then two minutes, then five, he stays like this, seawatt barely unable to keep from squirming out of discomfort at the strange hot tingling throughout his entire body when suddenly it's gone.

he's exhausted. evbo's panting quietly above him, eyes closed, a light sheen of sweat visible on his skin. suddenly seawatt is the one worried. he sits up out of evbo's lap, careful not to headbutt him, and turns around to try and ask what's wrong, only to see evbo smiling weakly at him.

"i had a hunch i could heal people... i didn't know it would take that much energy." he laughs softly. seawatt's expression is blank, astonished.

"i'll be okay in a little bit. how's your health?"

seawatt checks. full health, full saturation. he's not dying anymore.

"what the hell?" he mutters.

"that's an interesting way to pronounce thank you" Evbo grins, already returning to his normal self. seawatt rolls his eyes. stands. offers a hand to the God who had just saved his life in his own home.

evbo takes it. stands along with him, smiling up at seawatt. (he's shorter. it's kind of cute, actually. not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.)

"you're gonna be okay, right?" seawatt snaps out of his daze, he'd been staring at evbo a bit too long. he nods. of course he would. he already owes God his life... he's not going to owe him twice over.

evbo seems to sense his thoughts and giggles. seawatt realizes they're still holding hands. he doesn't let go, silently hoping evbo won't notice.

"thank you." seawatt mumbles under his breath.

"hey, if you need extra food, just ask, okay? you know where to find me." his smile is blinding. stupid Gods and their stupid perfection.

"yeah, whatever."

[witchysniffles]

K/ATHRYN H/AHN PLEASE!!!

[redmemoirs]

i know i already put these in my recent obizen picspam but i wanted to talk about these specific parallels again bc they make me so ill. shouldve just done this in the original post but better late than never!!

starting off simple with this first one

theres really not much to say bc the pictures say it all. zen is complimenting him both times but the first is when obi was only just made zen's knight/shirayuki's bodyguard. even though he was the one to initiate this dynamic by calling zen master at their literal first meeting, he doesn't quite understand exactly what he's signed up for, bc zen is different from anyone else he's ever worked for before. for zen this is a relationship of reciprocity - "but ive decided to take hold of those reins." and tho the second scene is still remarkably early on (lilias epidemic arc), he's starting to get what he's signed up for and what it means for him and zen and shirayuki, and just how much zen trusts him now.

and just, visually. the change in expression. the surprise in the first, when he still cant understand what exactly is zen's (and shirayuki's) deal. and in the second the smiles. the reciprocity. the understanding. the panels arent facing each other but instead it looks like theyre giving each other their backs.

also this isnt the end of their relationship development by any means - more recently, obi doesnt make excuses to get away from them when its just the three of them. at this point the two of them together is a scene he cant intrude on, but-

that's not the case anymore! he doesnt walk behind them or step away to give them space! whenever theyre scheming to give zenyuki alone time its when the knights trio are all there. when it's just obi? its just obi. he belongs right there with them.

and now THESE PAGES

it was sheer luck i ran into them in my screenshot folder but oh man. zen only barely tolerating obi, obi already thinking so highly of just that much regard, mitsuhide not letting him in except for urgent matters... to obi and zen relaxing and hanging out together and saying theyll miss each other but take care of themselves for each other's sake?? mitsuhide being there??? im ill. im so ill. there is no further analysis look at their faces look at the smiles look at the comfort. this is home now. no wonder obi cant keep himself out of zens room its the surest possible proof of how far theyve come.

honorary mention for their antics. i lovethem.

[discjude]

SO funny that the only explanation for why Aric stabbed Rhian is, in Japeth's words, "because [Rhian] said things about [his and Aric's] friendship" (the full actual quote is "because you said things! About him and me! About our friendship!"). Which is such a funny way of phrasing it because that could mean LITERALLY anything. Soman why would you phrase it like that. genuinely

The only other elaboration we get on the stabbing ever is right after the first line and it's vague as to what it's actually talking about, which is where Rhian says "Because he was a monster / a sadist with no soul" (which. yeah lmao), but that could be either "he stabbed me because he was a monster" OR "I said those things because he was a monster", and the rest of the line supports the second interpretation, so we just???? don't know what made aric do it??????? This is the single most influential event in the series it literally doubled the series' length what do you MEAN there's only ever two lines about it????? ? ? ??? arbed prequel when hello

[urlocalmcflurry]

He gave him control for one day.

[theokusgallery]

I know I post about Nick a lot, but never let it be said that Sunny isn't obsessed with him as well.

[novankenn]

2am (Chp 13)

--== Table of Contents ==--

“Jaune…” Reese reached up, cupping his face with her small hands and turned him so they were looking directly into each other's eyes, “I’m speaking this as a friend and your girlfriend… that skank is a disaster… she’s going to implode and I’ll be fucked sideways if I let her take you and Az with her.”

“But…”

“Jaune… I understand… she’s the mother of your child. She birthed that darling angel… but you NEED to remember who was there for you when you were struggling.” Reese rose up on her knees and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his, “It was not her… it was NOT her.”

“I know… but Az is so happy at what she thinks is going to happen.” Jaune sighed, “How do I crush her like that. Tell her that mommy and daddy…”

“You need to be honest with her, yourself and Pyrrha.” Reese offered, “As much as I hate to admit it, but Pyrrha has a right to be in Az’s life… which means she’ll be a part of yours…”

“You’re also a part of that life.” Jaune commented, as he turned in his seat just enough to be able to place his hands on hips. “But it can’t be fair to…”

“It’s not… but it is how it is.” Reese cut him off. “I never pressured you and I accepted your decision to keep us on the down-low, especially with Azalea. Right now, I am content with being Daddy’s Special Friend that gets Nighttime Cuddles.”

Jaune snorted, remembering exactly that title was coined by his daughter, who was six at the time.

“Laugh it up… but I’m being honest here… Jaune I want to be more… but until you figure out what you want… who you want… and make that decision things will not work out for you no matter who you sweet talk into your bed.”

“I get what you’re saying… I do, but it’s hard. So hard.”

“Jaune?” Reese asked as she saw the tears starting to form in his deep blue eyes. “Jaune what’s wrong?”

“No… nothing.” he sniffled.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.”

“It’s back…”

“What’s back…” Reese’s eyes grew wide with concern. “Show me your arms!”

“It’s okay… I went to see Dr Primrose…”

“Arms!” Reese demanded as she released Jaune from her grip.

Jaune swallowed and then proceeded to roll up the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing the inflamed marks on the underside of his forearm. Reese grabbed him by the wrist, and twisted just enough to make the cuts clearly visible. Snapping her eyes upwards, they captured Jaune’s. His filled with regret, remorse, sadness and pain. She released her grip and grabbed him by the sides of his face, pulling him down and into a frenzied, fierce kiss, pushing every ounce of what she felt for him into the action.

“Jaune…” Reese whispered once again, leaning her forehead against his, “please don't hurt yourself… especially because of her. She’s not worth it.”

Reese titled her face, and gently caressed Jaune’s lips with her own. She could taste her tears along with his, upon their lips.

“She’s not worth it.”

[ur-local-neighborhood-scene-kid]

The existence of a baguette (which is already pretty long) implies the existence of an even longer: Bag…..