Day 3: Marriage/ Tears
I decided to go with tears, my mind immediately went to that one scene in the finale, it’s clear that Optimus is distraught over Megaton’s death but it’s like totally skipped over
I thought it would be neat to give him a stereotypical shot of a single tear falling down the characters face. Long ago I saw someone depicting cybertronian tears as this vaguely energon looking substance and just ran with it 🤷
Here’s the lineart and a little sketch of me bothering Optimus
Below there’s a snippet that describes the illustration 👍
Optimus watched Megatron's body fall in disbelief. His battle mask slipping away as a tide wave of pain and grief overtook him.
Megatron died.
His enemy, his…, his other half was gone and with him a piece of his spark. Liquid formed in his optics and fell down his cheeks, the Prime cried for the first time in eons
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THE KING OF CURSES DOES POUT; SEE???
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Some more strawberry fits for sigma !! casual time
(again; inspired by the strawberry sigma @kxmaple drew for @diagonal-queen !!)
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chu! love entries, hear me out- 😭
satoru stockpiling all the necessities for baby gojo's nursery and then setting it up all by himself. thoroughly reading the instructions. lying down in the crib to make sure it's sturdy. checking the mattress to see if it's breathable. making sure the curtains and blinds close properly so that his baby's sleep doesn't get interrupted.
😭🫶🏻😭🫶🏻😭🫶🏻😭🫶🏻
!!!! nonnie you’re making me glassy-eyed🥹
the way gojo is diligently putting the crib together all by himself with that unusually serious expression on his face, telling you to say put and not a step closer as he doesn’t want you to accidentally step on a screw and whatnot… he’s so trying everything out, ensuring his baby will only rest on the best, 100% safe crib he assembles himself🥺
when you ask him, who is still sweaty after doing all handiwork, he just grins
“it’s for the baby and you—what’s there i won’t do for both of you?”
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*one of the winter evenings - hawks just came back from another mission and he is freezing to death. he turns up to max every heater in his apartment and wrap up in all of his blankets and sheets in bed to warm himself up*
dabi: *walks in to the hawks apartment*
hawks: *throws himself all over dabi* it’s so cold dabii, save me!
dabi: WTF BIRDIE GET OFF ME WITH THESE COLD HANDS!
hawks: NOO!!!
*5 seconds later*
dabi: *sigh* ...fine
hawks: *clinged to dabi* i should’ve migrated somewhere warmer
dabi: yeah, no shit
hawks: at least i have my personal heater
dabi: *looks at hawks and strokes his hair* yeah, dove, you have
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Castiel steals another glance from where he is sitting propped against the passenger seat door. Dean doesn't notice, lost as he is in the road stretching for miles and miles ahead of them, lost as he is in the music coming softly from the speakers.
He looks so beautiful like this, glowing in the sunset, as a memory of what Castiel could see when he was able to see his soul. His freckles are way more visible now with the summer sunlight kissing them almost as much as Castiel himself every day, his hair is a spiky mess, just like Cas left it while they shared a breathtaking kiss.
He looks relaxed, his eyes hidden under sunglasses, he bought the same pair for Cas, they are lost somewhere in the backseat he is sure of it.
He lets Dean's rough, deep, voice flood him, anchor him to the moment,
"And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one,"
He isn't singing too loud, careful not to wake him up.
Castiel closes his eyes again and just listens, for a while. He doesn't dare to open his eyes, as tempted as it is by the sight he knows awaits for him, he doesn't want Dean to stop in embarrassment.
Just a quick look.
Dean is drumming the fingers of his left hand on the wheel, he keeps singing, unaware of his audience or so it seems.
"I know you are awake." Dean doesn't sound too embarrassed, to Castiel's relief he sounds more amused than anything.
Before Castiel can apologize or say anything at all he is raising his arm, beckoning Cas to move closer with a muttered "c'mere, Cas."
He puts his arm around his shoulders once he is close enough, letting Castiel rest his head on his shoulder with a light kiss to the top of his head.
He keeps singing, his voice almost a whisper now, no need for more since they are pressed so close together. Castiel rest his hand on Dean's tight, squeezing lightly, his other hand reaching up to play with the fingers Dean's has splayed on his shoulder.
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i would do anything for a glass of wine right now… truly. i need it. 😭🍷
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also excuse me, but am I the only one obsessed with this man? YOU SEE THAT HAND? YOU KNOW WHAT IT CAN DO? NANAMI BECAME BROADER AND OH MY GOD I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
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