TFTGS Inktober Day Two: Jack Townsend
Aaand here we are, day two of my Inktober challenge using my personal list of Tales From the Gas Station-inspired prompts!! Yes I drew my boy Jack two days in a row. Don’t worry about it <3 As a Jack Townsend Kinnie, I have no choice.
Today, I colored it in a little bit, but I kept it black and white aside from the texture in the background!!! I hope you like it :3
Also. I honestly felt a bit weird tagging both the inktober taglist and the general art taglist last time, so I don’t think I’ll do that going forward. Thank you to everyone who’s shown interest in my little challenge!!! <3
[Image Description: A headshot drawing of Jack Townsend from Tales From the Gas Station, facing the left slightly and smiling at the viewer. Jack is a young man with pale skin, heavy bags under his eyes, pierced ears, and shaggy black hair that hangs loosely around his shoulders, and he’s wearing a collared shirt. The whole drawing is done in black and greys, with a blank background and lines in each corner. The piece is done against a light tan background with a texture placed on it to mimic grainy paper. White handwritten text at the top of the image reads: “02. JACK TOWNSEND” / End ID.]
Inktober Specific Taglist (ask to be added or removed!): @jezifster @shydreamyechoes @itisi-asimplegay @skitzo-kero @nicola-writes @wherearetheplants
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Ryuji having the worst bi crisis of his fucking life bc his mom just had to fucking ask “oh, whats this young ladys name?” when he showed her a picture of Akira petting Morgana. Like okay yeah Akira is like objectively pretty, hes like the Classic Delicate Pretty Boy just like Yusuke which is like whatever; straight dudes have eyes, and they know what women like to see. But now hes like. Seeing things he likes in girls IN Akira now and he cant make it Stop like its genuinely keeping him up at night 😭
Pretty boy used to be A Face that would come up in his mind when he thought of the term. There was no specifics in mind, just like. Pretty Boy. Pretty boy! You say that and theres like a Face Template that shows up in ur minds eye and hed just attribute that to any dude who was like Vaguely Pretty. But now its Akira 😭 and he finds himself cataloging things that Akira does that he KNOWS he finds cute when girls do it. The hairtuck behind the ears. The headtilt when he mishears a question. The Actually Pretty Doe Eyes. The breathy, nearly inaudible chuckle he does in place of a Real laugh (thats made better by the fact that its so hard to get him to laugh in the first place). He likes cute snacks. He blushes easily. Ryuji is sitting here like ‘theres no fucking way man. Like theres just no way. That shit makes NO sense (a lie)’ lying in bed in the middle of the night looking like this vvvv w his phone in his hands (looking at pictures of akira)
It drives him insane bc like he did Not see any of these things as like inherently girly or whatever. Like thats just akira thats just his bro! And he does OTHER weird shit that cancels all that shit out. Hes like a messy engineer/tinkerer, he rolls out of bed and whatever situation his hair is is everyones problem. He wears that AWFUL gym uniform and doesnt tweak it AT ALL?? He likes baseball?? hes got a whole binder of trading cards that he will show off if u show any moment of weakness. Like hes just Some Dude but also manages to be Some Girl at the same time and Ryuji is like thats not fair. Life sucked ass but at least it made sense before Akira stumbled into it 😭
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you aren’t safe btw. you WILL look at these again
its 2am. my back hurts. my leg is alseep. im sweating fucking bullets. and my mind is screaming. this is worse than bees. this is like. fucking rabid dogs ripping and tearing at my brain flesh. im beinf torn apart inside. screaming. inside my head. this is so fucked up. this is so fucked up of you. im going to look at these all night. im going to make these doodles my personality. i loev yourt art so much this is killing me. car accidebt
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You could argue that the extra mausoleum spots weren't specifically for the siblings, especially since Logan bought it as it was instead of having it built himself-- and that would be fair. Still, it doesn't change that it's the perfect metaphor for Logan's particular brand of fatherly love. Paying for and arranging his and his children's tombs so they can all be together. Not that he's the authority on Logan Roy, but I believe Brian Cox's advice for Logan ("Don't be so in love with your children.") pertains to this type of thing exactly. He's so in love with them he wants them all trapped in a room together, watching over them even in death, even in their death... but he doesn't love them enough to, ya know, not be an utter piece of shit to them. It's a possessive and encroaching kind of love-- deciding for them, not even asking, expecting them to choose him over their own spouses or children-- and it's so, so very Logan.
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Ramattra had once hoped that omnics and humans could live in harmony with one another. Too, he had once convinced himself that he'd seen enough brutality and death to last him several lifetimes, and shed his cloak of war.
He now understood how foolish his ideals were. As long as humanity scorned omnics, as long as his kind were slaughtered and decimated, Ramattra would see to it that omnics would prevail, even if it meant the only solution was the annihilation of humanity.
Even then.
...However, there existed one glowing spark on the blight that was humanity, one such human that made him, if just for a moment, almost hopeful again.
The electronic door of his quarters whooshed shut as he stepped inside. Your sleepy expression emerged from the bundle of cushions and blankets he kept on the floor for his meditations, lips curving into a soft, warm smile as he approached.
These days, there weren't many aspects of humanity he found worthy of salvation. Very little about humans appealed to him, and yet he made exceptions for you. How could he feel anything else but fondness when he cupped your face and you nuzzled into his palm? How could he think that you were deserving of anything else but his protection when you sought him out after battles, worried hands finding every nick in his metal and fault in his wiring? You possessed a uniquely caring and compassionate heart for your kind, and were one of the few humans he knew to be sympathetic to his cause.
Even now as he knelt beside you in the bed of blankets, you reached for him, fingertips mapping and re-mapping the ridges and angles of his body you knew so well. You were so sweet to fret over him when it was you with the vulnerable, fleshy body. It would take no effort at all for him to crush every bone in your hand, and yet you held his with infinite tenderness, flexing each silicone tendon as if checking for damage.
Ramattra soothed away your concerns and instead welcomed you into his embrace, guiding you to sit between his folded legs. Back-to-chest, he faintly sensed your heartbeat as it pulsed regularly beneath your skin. Such an odd, unfamiliar thing to an omnic whose body thrummed with constant energy, but he found it a comfort. It meant you were alive, after all.
You stretched to press your lips against the edge of his faceplate in a 'kiss' as you settled against him. There was little he could do to reciprocate your affections except to rest his head atop yours, curving himself around you to cocoon you against his front. He had neither the need for a heart nor a pair of lungs. Even still, he focused on the rhythm of your breathing as each exhale warmed the metal of his chassis, drawing his world smaller and smaller until it was the only sensation he registered.
He had always wanted a brighter future for his people. As Ramattra sunk into his meditations, he understood with a startling realization that he wanted the future to include you at his side.
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to be honest this is how it feels when i wake up and have to get out of bed... much to consider. the moral of twig is that waking up and getting out of bed will twist you and alter you into something monstrous and unrecognizable and - dare i say it? - even, yes, devastating. however you can still be silly, so maybe not all is lost! *yaaawwwnnnns* well i will think on this when i wake up tomorrow morning.
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