Horizon Zero Dawn machines 38/?

Bringers of death.

You know, I previously complained about the old world machines not having faces / being organic in any way, but I was wrong.

If that's not based on the face of a grumpy crab I'll eat my clipboard.

WLW and MLM solidarity:

WLW and MLM hostility:

Mr. & Mrs. Folke

/crash, bang, crash, cat yowl, thud/

So how's it goin'?

OH IT'S SO GOOD TO BE BACK! I missed you lot so much!!

I decided to work on their redesigns first before moving on with other stuff! Nothing else changed except for some accessories and hairstyle, but other than that the rest of their design follow their first one :]

Explenations for the doodles are in tags! They're not very serious but they give a little background about the thought behind them ^^

/THUD/

What -

.. Oh yeah the serious stuff ^^;

An Attack In The Night (Blue Lock)

Hi hello yes HI! :D This is the unplanned but then planned and now after months long delay sequel to "Lessons In English" I had an urge to make Lee!Rin and here we are :D I hope y'all like it!

CW: Swearing

Summary: Rin doesn't take Isagi's threat seriously and lives to regret it.

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

“If you dare choose to tickle me today, I shall find you in your bed at the wee hours of the night and tickle you until you’re pleading for the Soccer gods to strike you where you stand.”

Rin- looking back at this situation, probably should have taken that threat more seriously.

After the whole English lesson fiasco, the day went on normally. Aryu rambled on about glam, Tokimitsu spent a solid ten minutes debating whether or not he was going into the workout room, Bachira and Isagi were glued to the hip, and Rin just kinda wandered about with his daily regime. At one point they were sat down for more English tutoring, but this time a woman was on the screen guiding them through the worksheets. Anri, was it? Rin couldn’t remember her name but he was grateful nonetheless.

The week went on without incident, and yet Isagi’s little remark hung in the back of his head. Surely he wasn’t planning on actually going through with that? It’s childish and stupid- not to mention it’d wake up the rest of the room.

Bachira he could see going through with it, sure- but Isagi?

No. No way.  He probably just wanted to live his little anime protagonist moment. Rin shook his head around his miso soup, annoyed with how much thought he was giving such a dumb bluff. He wasn’t going to do anything.

Isagi caught his eye from a table down, squished amongst his former teammates and Bachira. He smiled, a small polite gesture he was sure.

I shall find you

Rin ruffled, nearly choking on his soup. Aryu looked up from his rice, hand ready to assist. “Don’t die- that won’t be glam.”

“Shut up.” Rin grumbled, standing up and disposing of his tray. At Isagi’s table, Bachira was trying to feed the fast redhead across the table, laughing at his scrunched face of disgust. The lazy guy was half asleep on his phone, mumbling about glazed chicken.

And Isagi- he was still watching him with that same little smile.

So normal and cheery he presented, just happy to see his teammate.

Rin didn’t trust it for a moment.

~~~

Another week went by. As of  now- Rin forgot about the whole thing, his thoughts solely focused on the intensive training Ego set for them. The U-20 match was approaching, as was the fateful match with Sae. This was his opportunity to crush him and finally- finally move on. He didn’t have time for any distractions.

….Okay, maybe he had time to occasionally chat with Hiori. The cyan haired man just happened to be there when he was stretching, it didn’t mean anything-

“Die, comrade.” Isagi’s voice was in his ear, sending shivers racing up his spine. Before he could react, he was shoved into his bed, Isagi sitting on him with glittering eyes. “Told you I’d find you, Rin.”

“What?” His head was still dazed from earlier thoughts- body fatigued from both the day’s conditioning and the hot bath he had after. “Huh, what are you-”

It only took fingers pressing into his sides for the threat to resurface.

“I shall find you in the wee hours of the night and tickle you until you’re pleading for the soccer gods to strike you where you stand.”

Well shit.

“Come on now, what’s wrong?” Isagi teased, drilling his fingers into Rin’s ribs as the taller boy pressed his mouth shut, fighting down the laughs. “Too ticklish here?” He moved his hands upward, drawing small circles against his ribs and further breaking his defenses. “Or maybe you’re ticklish…here?”

A prod to his highest rib made Rin spasm, but his lip stayed sealed. Painfully so- he pressed his face into the pillow as he pressed his arms tightly into his sides, shaking his head.

“Wow, you’re stubborn.” Isagi huffed with a laugh, switching to gentle scratching, earning a muffled “ffffffmph!” “I like my rivals to be stubborn, it makes it that much more satisfying to break them down.”

Oh if he lived through this, Rin was gonna suffocate him in his sleep! The bastard looked so smug too- practically drenched in confidence! As if he knew all the answers and was just waiting for Rin to catch up. “A-Ass!” He grunted, the only word he could get out before choking on a laugh, barely keeping it in.

“It’s not healthy to keep it in, Rin. Let it out, laugh for me.” Isagi paused, both for anticipation and because he was genuinely starting to get worried. The green haired teen gasped for air, lungs crying. “Dude, breathe.”

“S-screw…you…” Rin huffed, feeling like he ran a mile. He could get through this- he was used to the feeling now. In a fit of rare boldness, he raised his chin. “Do your worst- you won’t break me.”

Isagi raised an eyebrow. Then he smiled- a dangerous one Rin saw on the field so many times. It was the smile he wore when he smelled a goal, the rush of the game and the plan set in motion.

Oh god…he was so screwed.

“I won’t, huh?” He dropped his hands, resting them on the hem of Rin’s sweatpants. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly slid them up and under his sweatshirt, trailing his nails gently along the bare skin. Rin involuntarily twitched- a full body one he couldn’t hide. “We’ll see about that.”

Rin glared, fighting down the blush creeping up his collar. He wouldn’t break- he wouldn’t-

“Gah! Shhhiiihihiihihihit!” Those dastardly hands found his ribs again. Without a layer of cotton to protect him, he was as good as dead. “Iihihiihiisagi, stahahhahhap!”

“Aww, what happened? What happened to not breaking, Mr. Cool Guy?” Isagi teased in a baby voice, kneading and pinching the warm skin in a way he knew would drive Rin mad. “Listen to you laughing so much! Aren’t you a cutie! Yes you are, yes you are!”

“Dohohohohon’t fuhuhuuhuhucking tahahhalk to me lihihihike thahahaht! I’m not a dahahahhamn dohohohohohohog!” Rin argued through his mirth, trying in vain to shove Isagi’s hands out. Every press into his ribcage felt like another cell in his muscles dying- sapping away his strength. “Gehehehhet the heheheheell awhhahahy from thehehehehre!”

“Oh? You want me to change spots? Why didn’t you say so!” Isagi winked. Then he shot his hands up to his armpits.

“GAH!” Rin squawked, nearly punching Isagi with how hard his body flailed. It wasn’t even his worst spot and he found himself laughing hysterically. Damn body sensitivity! “FUHHUCK GEHEHEHHET OUUHUHHUHUHUT!”

“Such a potty mouth! Do I have to get the soap?” Isagi laughed, proud at how flushed and giggly Rin looked. Should he? No, he shouldn’t.

“THAHAKE YOUR SOOHOHOAP AND STIHIHIHICK IT UUHUHUHP YOUR AHAHHAHAHASS!”

Oh yes. Yes he should.

“Tch. You know- back in Team Z- we had a guy who was just. Like. You.” He jabbed at his upper ribs with each word. “He’d tell us the same thing when we tickled him- you know how we handled his ass?” Isagi’s eyes twinkled as he removed his hands, shoving up the hem of Rin’s sweatshirt as he leaned down.

Oh, the look of utter panic on his face! It was so deliciously satisfying. “Oohoho no! No way- get your face away from there! Don’t you do it, don’t-” Rin tried to shove him, but it was too late.

“PFFFFFT!”

“GAH!” It was the only sound Rin could make before his laugh went silent, Isagi’s thumbs pressing into his hips as he blew another loud raspberry against his skin. He slapped at Isagi’s back rapidly- hoping the other would get the message.

Isagi sat up, giggling as he pulled Rin’s shirt back down. “Had enough?”

In response, Rin flipped him off. Isagi pinched his hips. “GAH! Fine fine, you win, now stop!” He cringed as he said it- not used to giving in. Isagi whooped before falling sideways into the bed beside him. “I hate you.”

“I love you too, Rin~” Isagi sang, laughing harder when Rin nearly shoved him off the bed. “Haha, that was nothing! You love me here- I can feel it.”

Rin was about to help Isagi feel something else when a Bachira shaped body crashed into them, earning a chorus of yelps and groans. “I found you! Here you two are, cuddling without me?”

“We’re not- Bob cut!” Rin grumbled as Bachira got comfortable, squishing them all into one clump of bodies. Isagi only shrugged, eyes suggesting he might as well get used to it.

“I hate both of you.” Rin gave up, earning a puff of giggles from the pair.

Okay- maybe he didn’t actually hate them.

Thanks for reading!

Let yourself imagine established WrioChi having a winter walk and Childe starts a snowball fight. It gets heated and Wriothesley ends up getting full body tackled into the ice cold water, but, thanks to cryo vision user privilege, Childe is the only one who catches a cold from it all and has to be nursed back to health.

(Wriothesley has to threaten to hand him over to Sigewinne regularly because Childe keeps trying to give him his cold via kisses)

((Childe succeeds))

Points at you. 10 and/or 11 for starstruck?

Two starstruck asks,,,,,,joy of joys,,

Part of an ask game linked here.

#10. What's an au you have for them?

Since them meeting at all is technically an AU i have 3 different ways that they do meet up. There's the one where Juniper ends up with the agency/adjacent to and ends up working with Reggie (have written a fic with this). The next one is Juniper surviving but basically going stealth and living as normal of a life as he can and ending up meeting Reggie through chance (most recent fic I've written). And then there's my personal favourite where Reginald "You're lucky my tracking skills are still up to snuff" Crane keeping himself busy after Phoenix was MIA and finding Juniper still alive (fic I want to write but haven't started mainly because it may end up multi chapter).

In terms of more AU canon bending taking them and putting them in a completely unrelated situation...I have a guilty pleasure Warrior Cats AU for IEYTD in general. Both JJ and Reggie have perfect warrior cats suffixes in their names already (Juniper and Crane) so they're called Junipersong (charcoal bengal) and Craneflight (tabby Norwegian forest cat). It's very silly but the amount of scenes I have in my mind for it...good lord...

#11. How was their first kiss like?

Augh my friend Imp wrote an absolutely excellent fic about it (tragically in the realm of unfinished Google docs) and I'm shaking their hand about it so hard. Basically Juniper kissing Reggie but he like wasn't ready/fully expecting it and Juniper absolutely panicking because he thinks he's misread every interaction between them both since they got closer. The second one is much sweeter though,,

Ough I'm late as hell to this but! I'll be taking Feast of the Rose themed doodle requests for the next week or so! So, if anyone wants a little doodle of a hug/handshake from Harper, a kiss (cheek, hand, forehead, or lips if you're feeling really zesty) from Irving, a dance with Caiomhe, or a variation thereof, feel free to send in a request! <3

I just noticed they're standing on a wave

it sounds like the... excitement... around that post of yours is just weighing negatively on you at this point. i'd like to suggest completely divorcing yourself from it - turn off notifications for that post, maybe delete the original (if that does anything?) and if necessary block it so you don't see it again. just do whatever you can so you won't be reminded of it. then you can just ignore all asks about it and not worry about it again! if you read an asks and it's an annoying person again, delete it and say nothing, leave the person wondering about it! essentially, i suggest trying to pretend the post is completely forgotten until that becomes true. of course, these are merely suggestions! feel free to ignore me as well. the annoying people will go away eventually.

honestly I'm not the evolved

I don't mind being hated but I despise being misinterpreted

open question: how different is your oc now from when you first made them? how would the two iterations react to each other?

Alright gw2 peeps, here's one for all of you with a lot of alts:

All your characters of the same class (e.g. all your rangers) are stuck together in an escape room.

Which of your "class groups" is off the worst and who gets the job done with no problem?

I don’t think that’s what all the self-help books meant

🐻 for the ask game about being intimidating! Ps: Don't take it to the heart, interactions as a whole scare me, love your art and you seem nice!

Oh, don't worry, I don't eat people unless they ask. ;] BUT I do have a bearsona so this makes sense.

While your anxiety is completely understandable, Just Know that most of the time I am literally just spinning around thinking about animals and the stuff on this blog, so I am actually not judging anything anyone is doing or anything, I am simply vibing over here. And I enjoy hearing your thoughts! So even if it Does seem scary I promise I am not gonna bite. Unless you want me to. In which I will do so Very Gently.

look I'm so glad they shake hands every game actually

Spoiler Free Review of SNW S2E10 "Hegemony"

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