#samu <3

[hoshizoralone]

samus the protector of space pride

the girlfriend in question:

[tanstar]

Skytown.

[maoistired]

draw bridget and aigis hanging out with samus aran so u can have all the blonde hair blue eyes transfems together

You’re so right!!! I’ve never played Metroid sadly but Samus is super cool!!

Not only are all these gals in videos games but also in fighting games too! :33

[haysey-draws]

Comm request for Zero Suit Human Aigis!

Spicy versions are up on Piadtreon!

[suashii]

something short and sweet for samu :3 established relationship, osamu calls reader honey, ~700 words ❤︎

the morning air is clean and crisp, even more so on this secluded trail than it is on the city sidewalks. you usually wouldn’t find yourself here, surrounded by trees, pebbles crunching beneath the soles of your shoes, but when osamu had invited you to join him on his run—insisted that you accompany him—you couldn’t say no. while the scenery is unmatched, attempting to keep up with the man makes it difficult to enjoy the chirping of the birds and the cool wind on your face.

he’s ahead of you—far enough that you couldn’t touch him if you reached out to grab him but close enough that he’s still in your sights. with each stride you take, it seems as though he takes three more.

“w-wait,” you wheeze out, slowing to a stop to catch your breath. your knees bend and your hands come to rest on them as you suck in a deep breath of air. “i need a break.”

your words stop osamu in his tracks. he turns around to face you and a smile takes over his face. his eyes are partly shielded by the brim of his hat but you’re almost positive you’d see the humor swimming in the gray irises if they were visible. “already? it’s only been, like, fifteen minutes.”

“cut me some slack,” you tell him, standing to your full height with your hands on your hips. you’re still trying to steady your breathing but the stance is almost a defensive one. “you do this every week.”

you mean that he runs this path every sunday morning to start his day, that he’s familiar with the route and has perfected a tempo that works for him. he knows you mean that but he still can’t help but poke fun at you.

“what are you talking about? you run too.”

you laugh, more out of disbelief than humor. the curl of his lips is telling and deep down you know he’s trying to get a rise out of you but you can’t help but take his bait. “yeah, on a treadmill. at my own pace. keeping up with you is impossible—your legs are too long.”

the comment draws a chuckle from his chest that seems louder than it truly is in this hidden spot within the trees. the sound never fails to brighten your mood, though, you cross your arms and paint on a frown to keep from folding so easily.

“you told me this was going to be a ‘relaxing jog’ and it hasn’t been either of those things.”

despite your posture and expression, osamu can tell you aren’t mad. you’ve been together for years and he can count the number of times he’s genuinely upset you on one hand. he knows your tells—like how you refuse to look at him and how you go quiet. he’s glad he’s only brought out that side of you a select few times and even though he’s sure you’re joking now, he never intends to push you that far.

his legs move automatically, closing the distance between you two. when his arms open, you step into them and let yours drop to your sides as you let your forehead rest on his chest. you can feel his heartbeat, still elevated from the exercise. he encases you in the warmth of his embrace. it’s comfortable and familiar and you’re starting to think that you’d be content standing here forever when osamu’s voice rumbles against you.

“shall i carry you the rest of the way?”

you snort and smack his chest. the offer is unserious but you know that if you say yes, he’d be willing to do it. there’s something tempting about the idea of clinging to osamu’s back for what’s left of his workout, but you didn’t tag along to be a nuisance. you tip your head up to meet his eye. “how about i set the pace?”

he hums in agreement. “i can follow your lead.”

“and…” you start, taking a step back so you can see him better, “i want breakfast as an apology for your misrepresentation of what this would entail.”

your second condition is enough to make osamu laugh, although, this time you allow yourself to smile at the sound. his laugh is pretty high up on the long list of things you love about him.

he nods. “fine. but i was gonna make you breakfast anyway, honey.”

[tallon-underworld]

More than 16 years later, this design still absolutely fucks.

Aside from the pretty colors, it’s also really effective body horror: The glowing, electric blue Phazon seeping through every seam in Samus’ PED Suit clearly conveys that her body is being corrupted and mutated from the inside out… and what’s under the armor may no longer be human at this point.

[metroidworldchozo]

[razables]

based off me saying the phrase “the darker samus” over and over again while drawing this

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Link, eyes bloodshot coming off a thirty hour binge of Baldur's Gate 3: Anyone who draws Karlach as a skinny supermodel is a fucking coward. Draw her as the giant muscled tomboy who can crush you with one arm they way she deserves.

Samus, folding her hands under her chin: Baldur's Gate is the game you say?

[domuspopuli]

my fave game females ( with eerily similar hairstyles), playing volleyball with their partners in crime ( round shaped roombas)

[hoshizoralone]

bite sized sammies

[pk-ghost]

I wanted to draw Lucas in different clothes and suddenly Samus was there too, I love her.

[mudkirby]

[yaristari]

Samus Aran can beat up your dad without even using the power suit

[it-seemo]

@yamcans00's Skulltober Day 29 - "Rainbow"

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[metroidworldchozo]

Samus is beautiful ❤