#it fits really well okay :(

[juaneloriginal]

This is the story of a woman named Mariella

TW: BLOOD AND MISSING ARMS

aaaand a couple doodls

ignorance is bliss

@blackkatdraws

#ignorance is bliss #again #omg a quote that i love so much #and in my headcanon (cause i know very little of her lore) fits her really well #being playful and still smiling after all the horrible things that place is #forgot her red eyes too #there is some symbolism behind that i know it #still smiling even if not genuine after all that it's really interesting #and how she sometimes prefers to take things lightly or as a joke #imo is a coping mechanism #like she chooses to be ignorant to a lot of things #im not sure i think she represents kinda what Stanley can turn like in the future #i could be wrong #i also love how in contrast Stanley is with her #Stanley IS aware #the eyes drawing u did that stanley is the ONLY ONE seeing them #symbolism? idk #canon or not is cool #okay im going insane #tsp stanley #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp fanart #tsp mariella #:3 #tspud #stanley parable #the stanley parable

[ryssbelle]

Introducing to this jumbled up mess of a family: Lief! Hes actually already made his debut in a comic but he was easy to miss

Hes the stand in for Jades kid from @spjs fic Lost Opportunity which is so good ah, Jade is also their oc and I love her which is why shes here. I'm not gonna spoil anything more tho hehe

Well kind of. I have to explain the guy. I'll put it in the tags for those who wanna read the fic and figure out who Lief is standing in for lol.

Lief doesnt do much in the story up until the 3rd movies storyline, hes kind of just a fun silly guy in the background until then.

He's around the same age as Poppy, so they were in school together, he hangs out a lot with JD, but when JD isn't around he'll go bug Floyd or Branch. Floyd doesnt mind entertaining him but Branch has trouble since Lief is a massive klutz, so hes afraid he'll break something or hurt himself.

#my art #trolls #trolls oc #n2 au #dreamworks trolls #not the only one au #trolls branch #trolls john dory #trolls poppy #hes been rotating in my head for a fat sec #okay so originally i wasnt going to really add him in #but i realized i didnt know what to do for the 3rd movie plot in some areas #like it needed more substance #and if youre reading the tag youre okay with spoilers cuz this will spoil the fic #but Leif is JDs kid #he stands in for branch in that fic where jd is secretly branchs dad its written so well dude #youll find me in the comments lmao #but ye so i have leif taking tiny diamonds place as a tag along #and he actually has more purpose as part of the perfect family harmony #im not gonna like shoehorn him in in scenes where he wpuldnt fit #lile hes not in the reunion scene between clay and jd cuz hed take it ofer cuz at that point jd would know leif is his kid #which he doesnt for a while #so leif being there would take priority in johns brain so ge couldnt fully focus on the reunion #also i just realized im spelling his name wrong in the tags but whatever #lief leif its all the same rn you know who im talking about #but yeah he also hangs back during scenes like bruces reunion with branch and floyd #and clays reunion with branch and floyd #and theres a character reason for it im not just having him not acknowledge them for no reason #the biggest reason im including this subplot of jd secret child and stuff is because #jd and floyd coming back changes one of the biggest conflicts of the film and i needed to add it back ive reached the tag limit so expln l8r

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

#sorry i got really into my feelings about mark hoffman again #the very specific version of him in my brain that i really really wish i had the time and energy to properly share with you guys #saw #well until i muster the energy to explode all of my feelings out into a fic. if you want to TRY and understand #know that my three biggest hoffman fic insps right now are as follows #your best kept secret hoffman. a series of mistakes hoffman. and rushed like a dreadful wind hoffman. #there is a very clear throughline just know i am extremely emotionally compromised rn #thinking about theee fics vs the canon path hoffman spirals down #something something the absolute tragedy of watching a man's descent into madness #the transformation of a man into a monster #and what could have saved him from himself and kramer's corruption #sorry i'm rambling so much oh my god i was just having such a crying fit out of nowhere about this #do you think he could feel it happening. do you think he was aware he was losing his mind. #the script version of him fucks with me so bad. the crazed rankings and the longer hair and him not being well kept anymore #it's impossible to think he didn't know he was deteriorating #fuuuck okay i need to either chill or write a whole longfic rn #i project on that guy so much i truly don't know if i could properly write my vision of him #until i do something more substantial the full extent of my hoffman exists for me and my boyfriend only. they get me like no one else #well ginny and jenna also get me. please read best kept secret and a series of mistakes Oh My God #where am i going with this. i like tag rambling actually this is a nice way to do it without forcing EVERYONE to read my delirium #anyways if you've read all of this i think i love you? feel free to dm me about hoffman and my very specific headcanons and aus #maybe soon i'll try and start writing my fics about this tragic man #i could never say any of this on twitter btw they'd string me up for my opinions on him as a sad wet beast who could have been fixed #if only he hadn't been weaponized first #god i'm too tired to even be as embarrassed about this as i should be. thought i unlearned cringe already #but i've been spending way too much time on twitter and they HAAATE hoffman there #rip. i know it's not that serious but i'm sensitive rn and hate feeling lonely in my thoughts #ok bye for real otherwise i'll never shut up. i might tag ramble more often bc this was therapeutic in a way i needed badly #cat chat

[bawmbo]

for fun! stress relief kind of thing that i ended up being proud of, i love colors so much. brightly saturated colors on dark backgrounds is one of the things that bring me so much joy that i have to start violently stimming ashifhbe - despite this, i don't usually draw brightly saturated, highly colorful art, and i think after this i should start trying to do that even more

ink by comyet :)

#utmv #ink sans #eyestrain tw #eyestrain cw #art by me #i love ink and i love colors #i also love stars. i don't know if you can tell ashfh #i keep putting stars in every art i possibly can fit it into #< as well as any character really #okay goodnight <3

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

---

Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard #coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself #none of them are okay and they all need a hug #they got one in canon! #this is some more #and now my hands are completely dead #fuck three minifics in a day ow #brain really is just on nyoom today #it will not shut up #ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints #i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse #else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings

[skywarpie]

Pov you asked him a question but he can't hear shit

#okay to reblog i guess #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #everyday i thank tobias for this fightened confused look #bc it really does fit copia too well #this shoot makes me INSANE

[skitskatdacat63]

"The body and face of this sculpture are in idealized youth, with plump cheeks and round face, and his hair is usually unkempt..his youthful appearance, large eyes, pouting lips, and layered locks of hair over his forehead are some of the iconography that can be used to identify him"

^ this quote is genuinely still fucking plaguing me. THIS IS LITERALLY SEB???? LIKE LITERALLY 2010 SEB SPECIFICALLY????? It is actually fucking me up how it is literally quintessentially Seb. Like big eyes...plump cheeks and round face...unkempt hair...pouty lips...okay okay okay!!!! And that Antinous is basically the peak perfection of pretty boy from that time, I'm like, yeah that's Seb to me 🥹🥹🤧🤧

But god the "youthful appearance, big eyes, pouting lips, and layered locks of hair over his forehead" Does that quote not evoke pictures like these in your head???????

I feel so unwell about it 😭😭 I am going through it 😭😭

#in march i think i compared seb to the david #which i still think is just as good a comparison #but this makes me infinitely more insane #bcs the david one was more just about looks and so is this one #but the fact that theres so many statues of Antinous and his image is so consistent and perfectly matches seb??? okay. #and also in that post i did compare seb to an antinous statue as well hahaha #but i think the statues i picked for the recent drawing i did were a lot closer #basically: seb is a masterpiece. a piece of art. to me. #but i really like making historical comparisons(as you well know by now) but gah when it fits so perfectly like this #it makes me emo for some reason 😭😭😭 #i think boy king is still my fav au and i always feel like a maniac abt all that historical basis #but this one just gaahhhhh like hes just a pretty boy 🥹 the prettiest boy #lmfao i come back from the race wknd and im like yep back to normal procedures: crying over seb #catie.rambling.txt #sebastian vettel

[ethernitty]

natasha drawing i did because the mental image of her wearing multiple scarfs is so cute

#i really like this so im posting it over here as well #i gave her a tooth gap because i feel like it fits her #did you know that i love her so so much #uhm tags okay #war and peace #great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #natasha rostova #id in alt

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 251

so like remember when i said i was gonna be mentally ill about utena

#day 251 #year 4 #aradia megido #jade harley #homestuck #arajade #revolutionary girl utena #so this is a wip but i dont have the time or energy to finish it today unfortunately #i do plan to finish it at a later date tho #this isnt really meant to be like #a fully realized au or anything #utena doesnt seem like the kind of thing that lends itself super well to this kind of au? #like the kind where you slot other characters into the roles or the setting of the og series #the characters that exist in it are too integral to the like. Point of the thing. to me at least #BUT there are some themes that cross over really well #into the things i find the most most most interesting about aradia and jade and the differences between them #and how they cope with an environment that attacks their agency and like. responsibility. and resisting the established narrative. and. and #and okay TBH? yeah i drew jade in the rose bride fit. but frankly i could say some shit about EITHER of them in either role. #the themes are absolutely there like theres a connection im making in my brain here i swear im just struggling to articulate it #maybe once i finish the drawing i will have finished my rgu arajade thoughts as well.

[gompereatsall]

(click for better quality)

one of the perks of being sick is getting cheaper pepsi :)

#okay the last two (the ones as niki and rinne) also work really well as yuta and hinata respectively--i just couldn't decide #ALSO koga doesnt really fit but i saw the word werewolf and felt it was obligatory #ALSO ALSO i dont remember if chiaki was canonically hospitalized or my mind just made it up help #this is so OOC bc i never read any of the story/events hahaaaa #enstars #enstars meme #ensemble stars #ensemble stars!! music #chiaki morisawa #shinobu sengoku #midori takamine #kanata shinkai #ryuseitai #rei sakuma #ritsu sakuma #tsukasa suou #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #knights #mayoi ayase #alkaloid #koga oogami #undead #kohaku oukawa #niki shiina #rinne amagi #crazy:b #crazy b

[rocks-in-space]

I can't get over the beginning of the flashback in 4x09 when Silver asks "What are we looking at?" and Flint replies, "Nassau. Thereabouts. A few days over the horizon, just waiting for us. Can't you see it?"

Like. can't you see it? Can't you see the future that I see for this place? Don't we share the same view of this endeavor? Isn't there no daylight between us?

Can't you see the way the world could be, in spite of the way that is? Do you see more than life as it is and not as is should be? Can't you see it?

And of course in the end no, Silver couldn't see it. He climbed all the way up that hill with Flint to see what Flint saw, and at the very top he still couldn't see it. He could only the see the horror that lay between them and the horizon.

#hnnngggg this scene hits me so hard every time #OH now I want to compare this scene with the 2x05 flashbacks miranda comparing what thomas sees vs what flint sees about the world as it is #wow it really is all about the perspective and through whose eyes we get to see the world/the story isn't it #black sails #hadestown #because it just fit too well okay #james flint #john silver #sam speaks

[vergilthelibrarian]

How sweet I roam’d from field to field,

And tasted all the summer’s pride,

‘Till I the prince of love beheld,

Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew’d me lilies for my hair,

And blushing roses for my brow;

He led me through his gardens fair,

Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,

And Phoebus fir’d my vocal range;

He caught me in his silken net,

And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,

Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;

Then stretches out my golden wings,

And mocks my loss of liberty.

Leon thought that compared to him, you were small.

It didn’t matter how tall you were or if you were chubby or not, you were small in his eyes.

Maybe it was because of his overprotectiveness… He didn’t know why he would wonder if it was because of that because he knew it was the main reason why he saw you as small.

As weak.

As needing protection at any cost.

He was very paranoid about losing you, but you couldn’t blame him.

He lost so much, his life nothing but hardship… You were the only thing that brought him comfort. That brought him a sense of peace.

Like a withering rose that loses its color, Leon felt himself losing his. He felt his petals falling the more he became older and the more pain he experienced.

Is it selfish of him to want you all for himself?

No but it’s the way he wants you is what makes it selfish.

He didn’t want you to work, or go to school, or talk to anyone. He wanted you to be dependent on him, to become fearful at the very thought of being away from him or leaving him. Clinging to and trailing right behind him like a lost puppy.

Leon wanted all of that from you because that’s how he felt towards you and if he was his younger self and not so rugged from the horrors he has seen, he would be much more expressive about his feelings for you.

Much more outwardly obsessive.

You truly had no idea how much you meant to Leon.

His love for you was deep but there was a certain madness to it that he was good at hiding from you and everyone.

It’s only a matter of time before you see that madness and Leon knows this but with the sweet gaze you would always give him that sparkled with love and affection. With adoration and admiration, Leon had a feeling that you were already caught in his cage.

It’s only whether you allow him to lock it without force.

#that's a william blake poem btw #i wanted to write something from the poem so i wrote this #i feel like the poem fits leon really well if he was a yandere #okay well i should like go back to playing dmc now lol #leon kennedy x reader #yandere leon kennedy #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x gn!reader

[litrallytyrus]

college looks good on ej and that’s all i have to say about the new hsmtmts season

#just kidding i have thoughts #JUST KIDDING AGAIN i skipped the whole season and only watched the caswen scenes #but i do have thoughts related to caswen #just … nothing else 😅 #i watched the first episode and was like nope i can’t watch this actually sorry …… #the plot the character drama the everything …… too much for me #anyway back to what really matters #EJ’S HAIR 😭😭☺️☺️☺️☺️ he fits it so well #the whole vibe he has going on like lowkey i’m obsessed #i feel like he suits it OKAY?! #the socks and sandals too like #he just looks comfortable #in general and with himself #I MISSED MY BOY 🥰🥰🥰🥰 #ej caswell #hsmtmts

[quinn-pop]

shoutout to that one mtdd confession comic i drew last year that i never posted because uhh

it was unscripted so the ideas were pretty disjointed and it showed a lot. anyway:

#i rewrote it but im honestly still trying to figure out what’s missing #this isn’t the whole thing but the other panels kind of add nothing to the idea anyway so uhh #i redrew so much and just couldn’t be satisfied and then. well. 10 months went by #maybe i’ll return to the second one…eventually… #kirbyposting #my art or something #meta knight #king dedede #metadede #quinn does comics #yeah im just clearing out old wips what of it? #yknow the two cakes thing #this might be more of a cupcake lol #or i guess it’s literally half baked #but that’s okay #the point a to point b was really awkward so i am literally skipping the middle #i try to keep some level of consistency in how i write these characters (emphasis on try) #so this isn’t canon to my little made up universe #a scene like this is important of course!! which is why i want to do it justice…ish. and so i don’t hate this but it’s not a good fit #if that makes sense

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.���

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!! #lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!! #its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury.. #it Gets me man 😭😭😭 #and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--; #im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!! #the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

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Okay so we’ve all seen that the shirt Tommy is wearing when hes showing Buck around harbor is pretty similar to the shirt Sal wore when he got kicked out of the 118 and it gave me an idea

for story purposes and personal hc i imagine tommy and sal are bestfriends they just had to deal with alot of shit between them first

Sal: “Hey Tommy have you seen my nice shirt? The tan one with the pocket? I cant find it anywhere and I checked all over my house and figured if its not there it’s somehow over here.”

Tommy: “Oh yeah it’s on the clothes rack.”

Sal: ….. “Why do you have my shirt?”

Tommy: “I “borrowed” it”

Sal: “WHY”

Tommy: ….. “So you know that cute guy I was talking about that I met on the helicopter with howie and hen?”

Sal: “Yes the one you haven’t shut up about.”

Tommy: “Okay soooo the day after, he called me and wanted a tour of harbor and im like cool I get to show him around and maybeeee see if hes interested. So I went to find a nice shirt. Problem is I couldn’t find anything and didn’t feel like doing laundry sooooo I might have went over to your house and stole your shirt 😁”

Sal: …. “Really?”

Tommy: “Hey at least I washed it and ironed it, YOUR WELCOME”

Sal: *deadpan* “Thanks.”

Tommy: “Hey don’t start, you’ve worn my shirts for dates before and I didn’t complain. Plus the ladies like you more because my shirts always smell better because I wear better cologne”

Sal: “My cologne is just fine thank you very much”

Tommy: “no to be honest it stinks”

Sal: “No it doesn’t!”

Tommy: “Yeah it does :/“

Sal: *grumbling* “I hate you”

Tommy: *flashing a shit eating grin* “Love you too Sal, thanks for being my unwilling wingman❤️”

Sal: *rolls his eyes and walks away smiling while muttering something about gay people*

#this is their dynamic i imagine #sal is a bit of a sassy asshole but he cares and is protective of tommy #tommy once ppl get to know him is a goofy person and really cares about his friends/loved ones plus he likes to poke fun at sal #its well deserved after all #sal deluca #tommy kinard #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #bucktommy #kinley #tevan #911 #911 abc #okay i just rly want tommy to have a bestfriend/someone in his corner #and sal fits the perfect assholeish straight bestfriend type