#is it the rasp??

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Teehee! (Spritesheets your Wangxian)

[flippedorbit]

staff can we please keep this feature even after april fools day

[trailertrashin]

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: BLUE RASPBERRY DMV: BLUE Verdict: ACCEPTED

[illustratus]

A Voyage to the Moon (The Adventures of Baron Munchausen) by Gustave Doré

[deakyjoe]

You ask me what Ghost’s best cover is and I’m going to say this one live version of Sympathy for The Devil. I think about it everyday and listen to it most days. Tobias, give us a studio recording!!

Link to full version

[julfils]

Destiny 2: Warmind, Character Exploration

Concept art of Rasputin by d Phillips

[kreachvera]

GO RAZ GO !

[pcktknife]

splatfest based off the fruit i just tore up

[takiki16]

Vane is trying to subvert Billy in the cabin of the warship in Charlestown, and the fucker keeps rolling to seduce but what he doesn’t know is that even nat 20 masc seduction long hair and oiled chest and forearms are USELESS against an exasperated ace labor organizer.

[mirkwood]

CAN YALL CHILL LIKE GET A ROOM AT THIS POINT

[howi99]

Project ARC remake 4

Ren: *looking at Pyrrha* You aren't the person i thought i was going to team up with.

Pyrrha: *looking back at Ren* I'm sorry! I was looking around to find Jaune.

Ren: Jaune?

Pyrrha: The one who got catapulted first. He didn't seem to be really good at-

*Weiss and Jaune arrive, seeing that Pyrrha already found a partner*

Weiss: NOOOooooooo!

Jaune: *awkwardly patting her back* I know you wanted to be with her, but i think you are exaggerating.

Weiss: *turning around with dagger in her eyes* If you had been decent in your fall, i wouldn't have needed to save you!

Jaune: Will you tell that to the civilian?

Weiss: They aren't supposed to be falling from the sky!

Jaune: And we are?

Weiss: S-shut up.

Ren: ... Want to travel with us to find the relics?

Jaune: *looking at him* You got a direction?

Pyrrha: I know north is this way *point to her left* and i personally didn't see anything resembling ruins both east and west.

Jaune: So either South or North. South of here being Vale proper, i would bet north from here.

Ren: Seems probable. *Looking at Weiss who is looking gloomy* Will she be ok?

Jaune: No idea, i only met her this morning. But considering she came all the way here from Atlas, i'm sure she'll be able to show us what she is made off.

Weiss: ... *Roll her eyes* Fine, you are my partner. But don't expect me to be happy about it!

Jaune: You don't even know me yet. What makes you think you'd be better off with Pyrrha. *Looking at Pyrrha* You do look strong, but strength isn't everything in a team.

Pyrrha: *smiling* I tend to agree with your view point.

Ren: So do i.

Weiss: Gee, way to make me look like the bad guy. I just thought she'd want a friend!

Pyrrha: *smile* I can still be your friend without being your partner.

Weiss: ... *Nods* it would be nice.

[raspergine]

DUMBASS JUST LEARNT THAT USAPYON IS CALLED LIKE THAT BC BROS 'MERICAN

[adastra121]

Sen: *shoots up awake with a gasp* Kuras: *surprise* Ah. I was certain that you were dead. Sen, wiping the blood and dirt off her face and grabbing her weapon: Dying isn't available to me.

[s0fter-sin]

it’s the sound that tips him off.

it’s late, half-past hell by his last count, and mactavish knows there shouldn’t be a single soul in the showers this time of night. though he’s sure if he asked, he’d be told a soul isn’t in there.

just a ghost.

he almost chokes on the thick steam filling the locker room; humid and hazy and the perfect cover. or it would be, if the man collapsed in the far stall cared about hiding.

mactavish hates himself a little for the low sigh that falls from his lips. he wishes he wasn't so disappointed; that the promises he's heard over and over and watched be broken as many times hadn't wedged their way into his heart and convinced him that maybe, maybe this could be the time it sticks.

he doesn't know what's worse; the disappointment or the lack of surprise.

he holds his breath through the steam and leans over the limp body; stinging hot water hitting his back, instantly soaking through his clothes and already starting to burn. he flicks the tap enough to take the bulk of the heat out and straightens; a groan startling out of the man beneath him at the sudden lash of tepid water.

mactavish crouches, knees clicking and hooks a hand under his bicep to pull him up straight against the wall. if there was any vomit on his skin, it's been washed away by the pelting stream and he supposes he can count himself lucky for that. he tilts his limp head back and slips his fingers into his mouth; holding down his tongue and ignores the way it lazily jolts under his fingers to check his airway.

clear.

another small victory.

mactavish pulls his fingers out and cups his chin, keeping him tilted up and moves in the way of the water again so he can pull at his eyelid.

the eye he's met with is cloudy, so dilated there's hardly a ring of blue left.

he sighs again; hand falling away and letting his eye fall shut. "god damnit, riley."

riley moans, all his weight resting on the hand holding his jaw.

"aye, 'm talking ‘bout you," he grunts tiredly.

he lets riley's head fall forward to grab his arm, pulling him away from the wall to sit behind him; propping his body up against his chest. he leans his head back over his shoulder, keeping his face out of the water and his airway open just in case he hasn't actually finished throwing up.

he takes the rag riley'd half-managed to soap up and mechanically runs it over him; cataloguing new bruises and cuts and checking if the old ones are healing. sickly yellow fingerprints ring his hips, red splotches paint his ribs; too new to have settled into the deep purple he knows they’ll become.

riley slowly makes more noise as he rubs life into his body; still lying limp against his front but his head's starting to roll restlessly on his shoulder. he swipes between his legs and carefully doesn't think a single thing about what he finds.

"sean?" he rasps and mactavish's hand stills; eyes falling shut. he bites his check, hand clenching around the rag tight enough to shake and breathes hard out his nose.

he doesn't say a word, just forces himself to go back to cleaning.

he's not sure what would come out of his mouth if he did.

riley isn't conscious enough to hear him anyway.

he runs his fingers over his inner elbows for tracks and manages to muster some relief when he doesn't find any. seems to be a pill and booze night; far from the worst condition he's found him in.

he rinses him off, running a curtesy hand over his shaved head only for it to fall back to his jaw; his thumb stroking over the thick scar carved into his cheek.

"you gotta stop doin' this," he whispers.

he isn’t sure if he’s talking to riley or himself.

mactavish gathers up riley's too-light body into his arms and turns off the shower. his head lolls into his throat and he throws a towel over his dripping body and another over his shoulder. it doesn't stop him from tracking water all the way to his quarters but he'd like to see someone try to put in a complaint about it.

he lays out the other towel on the bed and sets riley down; moving his body into the recovery position in an all-too familiar routine. he dries him enough that he won't soak the covers as he pulls them up to his chest and kicks the waste bin within grabbing distance of the bed.

he goes to pull off his sodden clothes when a different noise makes him freeze.

a low sniffle.

mactavish slowly turns back to the bed to find riley's eyes squinting open; glazed with tears as he kneads at the covers.

he stares at him for a moment as he looks around the room and those hazy eyes lock on him for the first time. "cap'n?"

he swallows. "aye; s'just me, riley."

his hand pokes out from under the covers and for all the promises he's made himself - all the “never again”s and “this is the last time”s - at the end of the day, he's weak.

he sits on the side of the bed and takes riley's hand in his; already so cold after nearly boiling himself alive.

"y' mad a' me?" he sniffs.

mactavish runs his tongue over his lip and slowly shakes his head. "no, i'm not mad at you."

"prom'se?" he pushes.

he reaches out and caresses his temple with his thumb. his hand almost covers his head and it cuts like a knife to remember just how small riley is. "aye," he says, hushed. "i promise."

riley's eyes fall shut, voicelessly murmuring 'promise’ to himself over and over.

"I’ll ge’ bett'r," he slurs and between one breath and the next, he's out.

mactavish sighs, running his hand in a final pass over his head and stares at a face that looks so much younger in sleep; bruised and sallow skin hidden in the shadows. "i know you will."

he presses a slow kiss to his forehead, shutting his eyes against the grief that wells in his heart and gets up to pull a chair over to the bed; settling in for another long night's vigil of watching his broken lieutenant sleep, ready to tilt him over if he throws up, eyes locked on the slow rise and fall of his chest fearing tonight may finally be the time it stops.

[bellgraves]

Rasp is russian and a Konni and he is one of the Konni's who infiltrated Shadow Company. But he became friends with Shadows also Graves saved his life, and treated him with respect and care. He was never treated like that before, he a simple mercenary was always looked down upon and now he found a real brotherhood. Rasp decided to renounce Makarov and he pledged loyalty and his life, to his one and only Commander Phillip Graves, and become a Shadow not only with gear but in his heart too.

(This is what my teammate who mains Rasp told me, and I almost cried) 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭