#in a very fucked up way

[sephirthoughts]

Child of Chaos

Vincent Valentine is awakened by Sephiroth, instead of Cloud's party. He quietly saves the world, by defeating Sephiroth an entirely different way, before the big fight ever begins.

******TRIGGER WARNINGS: INCEST, NONCON, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (not the main couple)********

******DEAD DOVE IS SERIOUS DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT*******

“These are innocent civilians.”

“There are no innocents, here. They are all complicit.”

“Sephiroth—”

“You said you wanted to help me, Vincent. These are my enemies.”

You said you wanted to help me. You wanted to help me. Help me.

The man’s face and voice warped into hers, making his head erupt with painful, disorienting static, disjointed images of faces and conversations, shattering reality like a mirror.

Help me. Enemies. My enemies. Vincent. Help me.

It took less than an hour to turn the entire town into a hellscape of fire and blood. At the reactor, a village man confronted them. He was cut down before he spoke a full sentence. Impaled on Masamune, and left to bleed out, on the concrete floor.

The man’s daughter chased after them, dragging the sword with her. Before she got anywhere near Sephiroth, the cannon thunder report of the Cerberus triple-shot rent the air.

Her chest exploded, into a gory mass of crimson and exposed, white bone. She was dead before she hit the ground. Another sin to add to the tally.

Vincent stepped over her body as he holstered the weapon, and crossed his arms on his chest, under his cloak. His hands never shook where Sephiroth could see.

A young SOLDIER under Sephiroth’s command, and a golden-haired teenaged recruit from the village, attempted to stop them, on the way out. Sephiroth quickly dealt with the SOLDIER, while the teenaged boy wept over the corpse of the girl.

“Leave him,” Sephiroth smiled, when Vincent leveled his barrel at the blonde head. “It’s not time for him to die, quite yet.”

This was the way they were. Sephiroth leading and Vincent following silently behind. Unquestioning. Unconditional. Just as he had done, since the day the coffin opened, and he saw that face looking down at him.

Her face, but not quite. Too beautiful. Too idealized. Like a fanciful rendering of familiar features, by an artist. That face smiled—her same knowing little half-smile—as the strong hand reached out and pulled him up from the darkness, out of the nightmare.

Since that day, this man had held the first and last place in his heart. This was his atonement. To serve the child, having so utterly failed the mother. To follow him into the river of blood, into the mouth of madness, into the flames of hell, forsaking all others, even to the end of the world.

This…this was love. Wasn’t it? Abject devotion, unswerving loyalty, abandonment of free will—to raze your soul to the ground, rip out the core of self, and fill every fiber of your being with the object of your worship.

“How old were you, when he killed you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“I guess that makes me your elder,” Sephiroth chuckled.

Vincent didn’t understand the joke, but it was true enough. It wasn’t like he’d been aging or accumulating life experience. Vincent Valentine died thirty years ago. This body was forged from Chaos, immortal and nearly indestructible. A beautiful shell full of demonic poison. The perfect vessel for Sephiroth’s deranged design.

“There is no one I can trust, but you, Vincent,” he said, one day. “No one who knows me. No one who understands me. No one who has suffered like I have.”

They fell into bed together, as naturally as any lovers. It began subtly and progressed gradually. Touches that lingered too long. Intense, exclusionary eye contact. The growing disregard for the other’s personal space. When the final boundary was breached, Sephiroth led and Vincent followed, unquestioning, as always.

Deep-green eyes looked down into his, as silver hair fell like a curtain around his face. “You are the only one who belongs to me. The only one I love.”

That lofty, feline demeanor vanished when they fucked. Sephiroth was wild, ravenous, almost desperate. Rolling over him like a tidal wave. Devouring his body like fire. Like he would consume him and integrate every molecule of him fully into himself.

Sephiroth’s affection was a force of nature, that would have annihilated anything else it touched, but Vincent could withstand it. This was love.

They had been lovers for half a year, when Sephiroth finally struck, with the poisoned blade he’d been concealing in his embrace, all this time.

He had stripped Vincent and bent him over a heavy, stainless-steel table. Lifting one of his knees onto the table, to put him in an extremely submissive position, he rocked into him with maddening deliberateness, sliding almost all the way out, before plunging ever so slowly in again.

Only when Vincent was writhing beneath him, arching his back and begging, did Sephiroth speed his pace, finally giving him enough depth and friction. Vincent came with a strangled moan, spurting sloppy, milk-white spatters all over the glossy steel.

Just at that critical moment, Sephiroth leaned down over him, and a big, leather-gloved hand grabbed him by his jaw, forcing him to look up. A few meters in front of them, in the dark, a screen flickered on, displaying a page of lab notes, two photographs, and three genetic profiles.

“How does it feel, father,” Sephiroth purred, his breath hot and wet on his ear. “To have your son inside you?”

Vincent broke, under the weight of the sudden, devastating blow, but he was pinned to a steel table, by Sephiroth’s huge, superhuman body, and Sephiroth was still fucking him.

“It…hurts,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, against the wave of nausea, the roaring chaos, beating against his skull, straining to burst its bonds.

“All this time—pretending you didn’t know,” Sephiroth taunted, punctuating his phrases with deep, vicious thrusts. “But you had an excuse. An airtight—justification. She told you I was his, after all. But you never believed it. You knew I was yours.”

Vincent’s ragged breath fogged the shiny steel under his face. “I didn’t. I didn’t know.”

“You did! How could you not!” Sephiroth growled.

“I n—never touched her. How could I know? Even if I had. He k—he killed me. Turned me into this thing. What could I do?”

“Shut your lying mouth!” Sephiroth grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head on the table, so hard he saw stars. His voice had lost its silky, mocking drawl and turned into a snarl of uncontrolled rage. “You knew about me! You knew what they were using your own child for! And you chose to hide yourself away in the dark! To sleep through it all! You coward! You worthless wretch!”

“I never knew. Never wanted any of this,” Vincent pleaded. “I loved her. I love y—”

A gloved hand clamped tightly over his mouth and that smoky voice dropped back into its taunting register.

“Hush now. I’m not a child, anymore. I don’t need your lies, nor do I want your love.” Sephiroth slid his hands down onto Vincent’s narrow waist, rocking his hips slowly, in a lascivious mockery of tenderness, that was more unbearable than straightforward brutality. “All I want is to have you just the way you are. Helpless, beneath me. Humiliated and suffering, begging for mercy. You can give me that, at least, can’t you father?”

“N—no.”

Sephiroth yanked his head back again, to look into his face. “What did you say?”

“I said no,” Vincent rasped. “I won’t—I won’t beg for mercy.”

The catlike pupil slits narrowed, and he bared his teeth in a malevolent smile. “You think I can’t make you, even with your demonic strength?”

“You can’t,” Vincent doggedly persisted. “I won’t beg for mercy. I don’t want it. This is what I deserve. I love you. I’m so—”

“No! Stop saying it!” Sephiroth roared, slamming his head onto the table again, and again.

“I’m s—sorry,” Vincent choked out, crimson droplets spattering the steel. “Do anything you want to me. I’ll love you, no matter what.”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!”

Sephiroth flipped him roughly onto his back and wrapped his gloved hands around his neck, strangling him with force enough to snap steel girders.

Tears trickled down Vincent’s temples. His scarlet eyes rolled back in his head, but he kept mouthing out the words, as blood streamed from his nose and gurgled up between his lips.

Sephiroth gave a roar of incomprehensible rage and pain, like a wounded beast, then suddenly he was clinging to him, pushing himself inside, kissing him frantically, as his hot tears splashed onto Vincent’s cheeks.

Vincent’s chest split with agony; with grief and love and sorrow and longing…a hurricane of emotions, too tempestuous to comprehend.

He had a son. Someone of his own. Someone who belonged to him.

His son was in pain, suffering even more than he was.

His son was a violent megalomaniac, bent on destroying the world.

His son was fucking him, kissing him with a mouth full of blood, weeping on his face.

He did the only thing he could. He threw his arms around him and kissed him back, with everything he had.

“Give it all to me,” he breathed, between urgent kisses. “All your pain, all your rage, all your hatred—I’ll take it all. Give it to me and let me carry it for you. Let me love you.”

Sephiroth gave a shuddering cry and came, plunging wildly into him, while his big, thick cock pulsed and spurted, flooding his insides with slippery-hot seed. He thrust through the spasms, like he was trying to fuck every last drop into him, then he collapsed on top of his body, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and wept silently.

His black wing was extended, hanging limply to the side. Vincent stroked the silky feathers with his fingertips, pressing his cold lips to a warm, sweat-damp forehead. Their long hair, ink-black and brilliant silver, lay tumbled about and mingled together on the table, a half-angelic, half-demonic halo, around their heads.

“How can you claim to love me,” Sephiroth said, after a long while.

“Because it’s true. I do love you,” Vincent replied, wearily.

“You can’t. Not the way that I mean.”

“I love you any and every way that there is. You are part of me and you are everything to me. If you burned the world to ashes tomorrow, or if you turned from that path and slept in the earth with me, forever, I would love you the same.”

“I knew I was your son. When I woke you, in your coffin, I already knew.”

“I know.”

“I raped you.”

“I was willing.”

“I beat you.”

“I was just as willing. Sephiroth.” He put both hands on that perfect face. A face so like his own, that it seemed only a willful act of self-delusion could ever have made him believe this man wasn’t his son. “Fuck me, beat me, torture and dismember me, if you wish. Whatever you desire, I am willing. Anything.”

Silver brows lowered, and deep-green eyes turned away. “Nonsense. No one truly means it, when they say such dramatic things.”

“If you believe that, then…maybe it’s you who doesn’t mean it.”

“You do not love me, father,” Sephiroth spat, pushing himself up abruptly. “No one loves me. In case you’ve failed to pay attention, in these past months, I am a monster.”

Vincent sat up with him. “The monsters are not us, but the ones who did this to us. The ones who made us into these things, against our will. The ones who called you a hero, until you disobeyed.”

“It doesn’t matter what I do,” Sephiroth sneered. “Even if I had been a good dog all my life, they’d have turned on me, one day. Just like they turned on you.”

“They will always fear us,” Vincent sighed. “There is no one in the world like us. No one else who can understand us. But we understand each other. Even if we have no one else, we have each other.”

Sephiroth gave a cold snort. “Then, you expect me to believe that you would stand and defy the world, with me. That you would remain by my side, as my partner and my lover, knowing that you are my father.”

“I have said I’m willing, over and over, but you have yet to listen. Sephiroth, lay down your arms. Take off your armor, for me. Let me love you.”

Sephiroth didn’t reply, but he sat still, sullenly compliant, while his harness was unbuckled. The pauldrons clattered to the floor. The gloves and leather coat joined the crimson cloak, and the gold boots and gauntlet, on the pile, followed by the black boots and trousers.

All these months, he had never fully undressed, when they had sex. For the first time, they were naked, together. Gazing into one another’s faces. So alike, they could be taken for twins, only on opposite ends of the color spectrum—one black and red, the other white and green.

Sephiroth had dropped the mask, and his mocking half-smile was nowhere to be seen. His large, serpentine eyes were red rimmed, and the tip of his nose was touched with pink. He looked…tired. It may have been the most human the nearly seven-foot-tall angelic superbeing had ever appeared.

Vincent’s perpetually disheveled black hair hung over his face, obscuring one luminous, sunset-colored iris. Sephiroth reached out and brushed it back.

It was the slightest gesture, but it was like the touch that breaks the surface tension of a soap bubble, and causes the thing to burst. All at once, the walls were down and they were connected, intimate, corresponding halves of a single whole.

When Sephiroth took him in his arms again, to kiss him, his black wing circled protectively around Vincent’s back. He touched his face and worked his fingers into his hair, breathed his scent deeply into his lungs.

This man was his own. They belonged to one another, by blood and by choice. This…this was love. It was twisted and mutilated, but it was love, nonetheless. The rules didn’t apply to them, anyway.

These broken children, made into gods and demons, before they were even allowed to become men. Discarded weapons, crawling in the darkness, too horribly disfigured to ever be healed. Too riddled with hatred and grief and sin and obsession, to ever rejoin humanity. In this world, they would always be alone. But from now on, they would be alone, together.

———

It was early evening, and a balmy breeze ruffled Vincent’s cloak and long hair. He was standing alone, on a clifftop, staring off toward the west, where the sunset painted the sky in a riot of reds and golds, to rival the colors in his own eyes. This was a regular ritual of his—becoming lost in memory, and lapsing into long states of conscious unawareness.

He didn’t even notice, when strong arms circled his waist, from behind, and a chin came to rest on his shoulder. He only wound a lock of long, silver hair around his fingers, and toyed absently with it, as he gazed into the middle-distance. Dissatisfied with being ignored, Sephiroth nuzzled into his neck and bit him, till he emerged from his ruminations.

Vincent yanked on the strand of hair, as revenge for being bitten. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“As well as I ever feel,” Sephiroth replied lazily, pushing his nose into the hollow behind his ear. “Jenova screams in my head, night and day, demanding that I obey her and go on as we intended. I will let her have her tantrum, until she tires of it. My will is too far superior to hers, for her to make any real trouble.”

“After everything we have done, you have truly altered your purpose? You will let it all go and walk away?”

He sighed and looked over Vincent’s shoulder, out at the valley far below. “This world, like all worlds, will end, one day. Whether it happens now, or in a hundred thousand years, what is that to me? I am no longer interested in meddling with the process. When the day comes—when this doomed race annihilates itself, and all life in the world is ended—then you and I will return, and see my design fulfilled.”

Vincent closed his eyes and let his head tip back, to rest on Sephiroth’s chest. “And until then?”

“Until then…I don’t know. I suppose I’ll take up a hobby.”

“Cloud Strife will not abandon his vengeance, simply because all of his allies have fallen. You killed his mother and I killed his woman. He will continue to pursue us.”

His perfect lips curled with a hint of that old, bloodthirsty smile. “I should hope so. We might get bored, otherwise.”

#ff7 rebirth #vincent valentine #sephiroth #sephiroth x vincent #vincent is sephiroth’s parent #tw noncon #tw inc*st #dead dove do not eat #minors dni #18+ only #18+ content #tw major character death #not the main couple they live #happy ending #in a very fucked up way #don’t like don’t read #evil vincent is not good at evil

[freakadr0id]

Oh, FUCK ME you won't believe what I have to dissect for my vertebrate zoology class.

#WHAT ARE THE FUCKING ODDS #actually they're probably pretty high #but still #considering how much turtle whump/angst I've read #(and been trying to write) #recently #it's almost poetic in a way #in a very fucked up way #but poetic nonetheless #rottmnt #yes I'm putting this in the tags because fuck you this is funny #(forgive my language it's midnight here and college sucks)

[nouverx]

"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #radiorose #alastor #my art #autodesk sketchbook #they are so freaky they must have so many fucked up conversations like that I just know it #it's their weird way of “flirting” yk what I mean #I headcanon that Alastor HATES burgers and fast food in general ik it's very specific #my artstyle is so inconsistent ahah I'm experimenting don't mind me

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

#this is true #writeblr #warm up #relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes #amongst the Siblings #is like - ''this is so good u will love it'' #while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting #like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good'' #to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good #(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and #like. we're GONNA try the new thing.) #edit to answer why we had so much vanilla: #my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house. #it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out'' #even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter. #my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract #to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids #so like she was right to stock up #ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that #u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it #> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes #> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out) #listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9 #when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it. #3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters #i am the middle child #out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite

[prolibytherium]

I will say I get the vibe that a lot of peoples interest and support for strikers is a bit too much for a vicarious ‘burn it down’ thrill, rather than for the actual goals of a strike.

Like UPS has agreed to come back to the table and it is very possible they will concede to Union demands and avert a strike. And if that happens (so long as the union does not make concessions on its key demands) it’s a good thing. It’s a victory for the laborers. It is the same ultimate conclusion that a strike would intend to produce except without the workers having to go on (not so great) strike pay for a week or two.

#I understand to an extent bc I think such a major strike would be very politically significant for the labor movement #But UPS submitting to union demands to avert a strike also accomplishes this. Maybe in a less visible way but all the same #Also on a personal note I would love to see UPS get absolutely fucked but again: strike goals are more important here

[bixels]

Learning that fans hated Applejack and called her "boring" is crazyyy to me because I genuinely, unironically believe AJ's the most complex character in the main six.

Backstory-wise, she was born into a family of famers/blue collar workers who helped found the town she lives in. She grew up a habitual liar until she had the bad habit traumatized outta her. She lost both her parents and was orphaned at a young age, having to step up as her baby sister's mother figure. She's the only person in the main gang who's experienced this level of loss and grief (A Royal Problem reveals that AJ dreams about memories of being held by her parents as a baby). She moved to Manhattan to live with her wealthy family members, only to realize she'll never fit in or be accepted, even amongst her own family. The earlier seasons imply she and her family had money problems too (In The Ticket Master, AJ wants to go to the gala to earn money to buy new farm equipment and afford hip surgery for her grandma).

Personality-wise, she's a total people-pleaser/steamroller (with an occasional savior complex) who places her self worth on her independence and usefulness for other people, causing her to become a complete workaholic. In Applebuck Season, AJ stops taking care of herself because of her obsessive responsibilities for others and becomes completely dysfunctional. In Apple Family Reunion, AJ has a tearful breakdown because in she thinks she dishonored her family and tarnished her reputation as a potential leader –– an expectation and anxiety that's directly tied to her deceased parents, as shown in the episode's ending scene. In The Last Roundup, AJ abandons her family and friends out of shame because believes she failed them by not earning 1st place in a rodeo competition. She completely spirals emotionally when she isn't able to fulfill her duties toward others. Her need to be the best manifests in intense pride and competitiveness when others challenge her. And when her pride's broken, she cowers and physically hides herself.

Moreover, it's strongly implied that AJ has a deep-seated anger. The comics explore her ranting outbursts more. EQG also obviously has AJ yelling at and insulting Rarity in a jealous fit just to hurt her feelings (with a line that I could write a whole dissection on). And I'm certain I read in a post somewhere that in a Gameloft event, AJ's negative traits are listed as anger.

Subtextually, a lot of these flaws and anxieties can be (retroactively) linked to her parents' death, forcing her to grow up too quickly to become the adult/caregiver of the family (especially after her big brother becomes semiverbal). Notice how throughout the series, she's constantly acting as the "mom friend" of the group (despite everything, she manages to be the most emotionally mature of the bunch). Notice how AJ'll switch to a quieter, calmer tone when her friends are panicking and use soothing prompts and questions to talk them through their emotions/problems; something she'd definitely pick up while raising a child. Same with her stoicism and reluctance at crying or releasing emotions (something Pinkie explicitly points out). She also had a childhood relationship with Rara (which, if you were to give a queer reading, could easy be interpreted as her first 'aha' crush), who eventually left her life. (Interestingly enough, AJ also has an angry outburst with Rara for the same exact reasons as with EQG Rarity; jealous, upset that someone else is using and changing her). It's not hard to imagine an AJ with separation anxiety stemming from her mother and childhood friend/crush leaving. I'm also not above reading into AJ's relationship with her little sister (Y'all ever think about how AB never got to know her parents, even though she shares her father's colors and her mother's curly hair?).

AJ's stubbornness is a symptom of growing up too quickly as well. Who else to play with your baby sister when your brother goes nonverbal (not to discount Big Mac's role in raising AB)? Who else to wake up in the middle of the night to care for your crying baby sister when your grandma needs her rest? When you need to be 100% all the time for your family, you tend to become hard-stuck with a sense of moral superiority. You know what's best because you have to be your best because if you're aren't your best, then everything'll inevitably fall apart and it'll be your fault. And if you don't know what's best –– if you've been wrong the whole time –– that means you haven't been your best, which means you've failed the people who rely on you, which means you can't fulfill your role in the family/society, which makes you worthless . We've seen time and time again how this compulsive need to be right for the sake of others becomes self-destructive (Apple Family Reunion, Sound of Silence, all competitions against RD). We've seen in The Last Roundup how, when no longer at her best, AJ would rather remove herself from her community than confront them because she no longer feels of use to them.

But I guess it is kinda weird that AJ has "masculine" traits and isn't interested in men at all. It's totally justified that an aggressively straight, misogynistic male fandom would characterize her as a "boring background character." /s

At the time of writing this, it's 4:46AM.

#mlp #yeah i wrote this last night during insomnia. #yeah i know an embarrassing amount of crap about this kids show #but whatever it's my hyperfixation i'll store as much useless information as i want!!! #i'm gay and neurodivergent i have an excuse #in case you needed more proof that aj's my favorite character #personal #delete later #unless you like this analysis stuff #i get why they didn't reveal aj's parent's death until way later and why they didn't do much with it but i wish they did #cuz narratively there could've been so much material with aj's grief. like. i feel like we gloss over the fact that she lost her #mother and father as a teenager #i tried keeping my personal hcs out of this to keep it unbiased #but i'll put some in the tags #involving rarijack –– i think aj can be (but not always) very self-conscious about her relationship with rarity #anxieties that she's not the right fit or that rarity will move away and leave her some day or that another woman will take her attention #(like in rollercoaster of friendship?? nudge nudge??). basic seperation anxiety stuff #long post #regarding applebloom whenever i think about her and her parents i think about that scene in steven universe where steven looks up at #a portrait of his mother and openly wonders what kind of sack lunches she would've made for him. that episode still fucks me up

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

#911 #911edit #911 abc #911 show #911 spoilers #911 season 7 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #evan 'buck' buckley #kinley #bucktommy #kinkley #tevan #pick a ship name you guys and thanks for picking tevan the most correct name #anyway analysis time! #looking back with Modern Knowledge tm about why tommy acts the way he does in the past... babygirl you were so closeted I'm so proud #babygirl was back there getting into narnia #he was so resistant to letting go of the pseudo-family he'd found at the 118 in chimney begins #even tho it was a good old boys club that he knew he really didn't fit into he was making himself fit because at least it was something #but then he let chimney in and then hen came around and he saw a very queer person being openly queer and not giving a fuck what they think #and I think his behavior in that episode was trying to support hen as much as he could without outing himself #because like. how do you give up years of relative safety with people who do care about you they just won't like you anymore if you're *you #then he meets buck in s7 which is like 10-20 years later timeline is fake and he's like oh. this is what unconditional family is #and he's like oh. maybe I can come back. maybe I can be part of this again somehow. maybe we've both grown enough #or at the very least he'll be close to something he never believed would really happen for him #rant over tevan my beloved tim minear pillow cold both sides god bless #my edits

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.

But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.

Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne

#look I’ve found a new fave trope and it’s Brucie Wayne having to keep up his act while internally LOSING HIS SHIT #Jason isn’t very into the whole revenge thing here #his mind is 85 parts ‘keep Dami safe’ 5 parts ‘kill joker asap’ and 10 parts ‘avoid bats at any cost’ #Jason doesn’t know who Damian’s father is #dealer’s choice if Jason establishes himself as Dami’s dad or older brother #his build certainly makes him look old enough #if you don’t look at his baby face lol #Jason runs into Brucie and goes straight into survival mode #Damian who is very observant for a toddler immediately clocks Brucie as THREAT based on Jason’s reaction #Brucie blue screens and desperately tries not to lose Jason in the crowd #jason is absolutely trying to lose Brucie in the crowd #while clutching Damian like his life depends on it #for all he knows it does #the visceral terror that your pseudo dad will take away your little brother/baby #Bruce who just wants to know if he’s hallucinating again: W A I T #jason who is terrified of being put in Arkham for killing people: no FUCKING WAY #hm maybe Jason plays the ‘I’m not Jason’ game again #it’s not gonna hold for long #but Bruce absolutely thinks that Damian is Jason’s bio child for a while and he’s on the WARPATH #Jason was sixteen when he died and never showed any interest in dating so literally every red flag is waving in brucie’s mind simultaneousl #or maybe Jason manages to get away and all Brucie is left with is the memory of his supposedly dead son #running away from him #and clutching a tiny kid #prompts #jason todd #batfamily #Damian wayne #batdad #brucie wayne

[crescentfool]

reunion 🌸

#persona 3 #persona 3 spoilers #minato arisato #makoto yuki #ryoji mochizuki #aigis #ryomina #lizzy does art #HELLO EVERYONE!!! march 5th is upon us again so i bring... my contribution for this year. my third year drawing for it! #i made the thumbnail for this a few weeks after last year's graduation day #i thought it would be fun to lean into the ryominaigis angle of graduation day (you could read this as minato/aigis if you like- #but i feel like most people would read it as ryoji/minato) #IN ANY CASE working on this made me very emotional over this game :') (specifically minato) #i really enjoy how p3 ends it's such a nice way of wrapping up the narrative's messages and themes #working on this. minato's kindness was at the forefront of my mind throughout the piece #and i really wanted to capture how. ultimately it was his decision to sacrifice himself- to do the great seal #while to an outsider's perspective it is. sad that minato passes. i think becoming the seal is something that minato- #actively welcomes. in the same way that death (ryoji) is a comfort to him because death was housed in him for Ten YearsTM #AND I ALSO GOT REALLY SAD OVER AIGIS TOO. i still get fucked up over how in fes's animated cutscene for 3/5 they portray- #her as human and not drawing the robot parts so i wanted to do something smilar here... #but also i am very sad on aigis's behalf because she discovers her humanity through minato and realizes what she- #wants to do and then. well. minato is like. he's ready to pass on (even if he's scared) and im like. OH MY GOD THIS TRIO GETS ME MESSED UP #this was more coherent in my head LOL BUT ough i like drawing p3 and working through my feelings about it... #anyway! happy (in quotations) march 5th. i love this game to bits. it's so fun to draw for this day every year and see how i've improved #if you've read all this thank you :) lizzy appreciates you all very much. mwah! <3

[0booboozefool0]

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash #trigun knives #millions knives #angel #artists on tumblr #trying out (once again) a new way of coloring #this is NOT PLANCEST/INCEST/SHIPPING ty #I just think their relationship in the og trigun is very interesting #knives clearly cares about vash #but in the worse fucked up way #boy is lonely and doesn’t understand why his brother doesn’t want to hang out just with him smh #anyways I just wanted to try out drawing wings and they were the perfect excuse #my doodled doodle

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

(volume warning)

this was surprisingly fun to make so i'll probably do another

#especially now this one is slightly outdated in terms of my personal style lmao #but its fun!! #i have a list of more vines to do!! #will probably go about making it in a different way tho!!! #gotta fuck around with brush settings and stuff #i fucked up a couple times w this one and its Evident once you Notice #but i learned a few things. i am... Improving. very slowly. #i think the thumbnails had more Personality to them. theyre funnier lmao #maybe one day ill even do animatics bc hoo Boy do i have ideas for those #but in order to do that i'll actually have to learn backgrounds and environments #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #also im posting this early bc im a coward <3

[insanesonofabitch]

I’m not sure if someone else already made a post about this, but I was rewatching Tombstone and something just hit me. Dean wanted to stay alone with Cas a little bit longer in that cowboy hotel room. Sam takes Jack with him and pairs Dean up with Cas, after noticing how happy Dean was to get Cas back (which he even made a comment on earlier in the episode, we love a supportive brother). Dean agrees with this change of plan. Sam and Jack immediately gets up to leave and head for the graveyard. But when Cas is about to get up too and get ready, Dean does this:

And this is the same fucking goddamn episode where Dean makes Cas wear a fucking cowboy hat. And then gets offended when Cas didn’t immediately recognize his Tombstone reference. “I made you watch it,” not “we.” The same way “where Dean spread your ashes” is NOT “we.” And Dean has probably already seen ALL of those movies, probably a shit ton of times. He just wanted Cas to see them too. With him. Like a movie date night. And then Cas imitates a phrase from the movie, “I’m your huckleberry.” And then Dean, after averting his eyes and closing them and gulping down, says “Yeah, exactly.” immediately followed by “…it’s good to have you back, Cas.”

AND NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT DEAN TOOK A PHOTO OF CAS OFF SCREEN???????? AND THEN PRINTED IT OUT??????????

#THIS. FUCKING GODDAMN EPISODE. #DEAN. #YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SCHEMES #ooohh I bet his ass was (unsuccessfully) flirting with Cas the entire fucking time #and Cas didn’t really get his very subtle (cowardly) hints so he gave up somewhere on their way to meet the sergeant #but THEN “I’m your huckleberry” happens and it’s taking everything in Dean’s power not to show how badly he wants Cas #insane show for insane people #supernatural #spn 13x06 #spn #tombstone #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #casdean #dean x castiel #destiel meta #dean meta #reiotalks

[lazylittledragon]

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT MAMA DEKARIOS'S REACTION WAS WHEN SHE FOUND OUT CYRA WAS PREGNANT :000000 her boy is about to be a dad i think she would lose her entire shit

I THINK YOU’RE PROBABLY RIGHT

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #galemance #dadkarios #morena dekarios #this one is written in my notes as ‘she kisses gale’s entire face then hugs cyra so hard she nearly snaps her in half’ #i think. she is a very put together sophisticated woman #but she also raised a man who threatens to blow himself up at the slightest inconvenience #so she’s also a bit. explosive #and also she’s still recovering from the ‘i fucked and pissed off a goddess’ conversation so she’s probably thrilled #cyra and morena on their way to the stormshore tabernacle to fuck her up #also she absolutely digs out all of gale’s tiny socks for them

[starry-bi-sky]

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining. #sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he. #bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me #because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him #which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he #friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on -- #-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes. #not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs #a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know #he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks #but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post #when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock #and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot #so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th #waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't #- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought #a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is #'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.' #not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the #fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes #“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny. #sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have

[brookheimer]

shiv was not being altruistic nor intellectually self-interested when she voted against kendall. that was pure raw visceral desperation to maintain some semblance of dignity that she felt kendall being ceo would shred her of. sometimes people do not act in other people’s best interests or their own best interests. sometimes people do the wrong thing for the wrong reasons just because it feels like the right, the only, thing to do. shiv could not let kendall be ceo. she just couldn’t. not because she wanted to sacrifice herself to “stop the cycle,” not because she made a calculation and decided tom was her best interest — because the thought of kendall being ceo and acting like That the rest of their lives when shiv earned that job, she fucking earned it, that was too much to fucking bear. watching him sit in dad’s chair, conduct that vote, grin with entitlement and cockiness and certainty — seeing that elicited a visceral painful all-consuming sensation not dissimilar to overwhelming nausea that, summed up in two words, would simply be: fuck. no. she couldn’t live with that. she just couldn’t. it’s not kind. it’s not smart. it’s just human. painfully, destructively human. because sometimes, that’s all there is to it. not just for shiv, but for everyone. god knows roman and kendall have had those same feelings, made those same self-destructing yet necessary-feeling decisions throughout the show. why does it have to be different for shiv? why can’t she be painfully destructively human, prone to impulsive ill-conceived viscerally felt actions, like everyone else? why are we incapable of allotting her the same nuance and humanity (the good and the bad), the same trauma-informed self-destructive life-ruining hamartias, as we do her brothers? why can’t we fit a whole woman in our heads?

#very surprised to see so many ‘shiv stopped the cycle on purpose blah blah blah’ takes like that didn’t even cross my mind as a motivation #of hers #it wasn’t calculated — i mean kendall winning would be to her benefit in terms of power and respect. that would be best for her #it wasn’t just jealousy or anything either; it wasn’t a coherent thought or plan #it was just I Can’t Fucking Do This #i can’t sit there while he smiles like that when he sits in dad’s chair and hisses that’s fucking right under his breath when someone votes #his way. not when that job was fucking MINE. it was MINE. i can’t- i can’t fucking do it #it’s about preservation of emotional dignity #it’s about self-respect #it’s ironic though because there are few things more undignified and less respected than being a quiet betrayed trophy wife to a weak ceo #husband who earned his position even less than kendall #but she’s not thinking clearly. she’s not Thinking. she just acted because there was this visceral need to act #succession #succession spoilers #shiv roy #100 #500 #casey shut the fuck up about shiv roy #1000

[saintaviator]

moar hl scraps…. does a pose

#There's I think a couple repeat doodles srry I cldnt crop it right. wgatever #that 1st one is a study .... I didn't realize how. Fucked up his hev suit is by th end of everything like holyshit..... #I was lookin at the pic I was using for th study and was like. 😟 that's so much blood.... that's just like.. #A big gouge....... uueueeeughh...... #LIKE HIS WHOLE LEFT SIDE IS BLOWN OPEN. CHRIST #I will also say I dont care 4 th hl2 HEV but I like the way the chest piece is shaped #I kinda mix them up when I draw it..... does another pose #half life #half life 2 #hl1 #hl2 #gordon freeman #barney calhoun #freehoun #alyx vance #adrian shephard #opposing force #blue shift #That middle one of Adrian I'm mayyybe gonna turn into a full piece. I just gotta get the pose better... #Anyway listen to cowboy Dan by modest mouse. Adrian song. I know this #Th one with Barney and Adrian is nonsensical I just thought it was funny #In my heart during the black mesa incident I think barney separately teamed up w both Adrian and Gordon. #Not for very long. But I like 2 think about it. #<- making shit up