VOTE CARMINE N MIKEY RAAAHHHH

ALERT! stupid idiots have been released into the Fallout New Vegas Wastes!

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

4/3 Ichimatsu month!

"C'mooon Choromatsu, let's bond!" Antagonizer Ichi my beloved,, being mean to Choro my beloved lmfao. I call these two anxious duo. blmatsu get outta here.

OUUUU YEAAAAH!!!!!!!

14th or 15th, the same right??? These days that I was totally consumed by these sextuplets, I couldn't help it, you know?

I used some old designs (I think) of the game and all the phrases from Pinterest!! (I don't have enough imagination)

First time drawing all of them too... and hopefully not the last!!

so... i finally did it.

@chessman-protocol

covert au fugitoid from Section 9 !

usually a field agent, fugitoid is among the brightest at the Gilded Citadel, it is also quite the asset in undercover operations. their favourite firearm is a sig sauer p365.

it has seen Section 5 in action and learned how to adapt quickly thanks to them, along with acquiring an interest in Mikhail.

an interest which it denies having for their safety.

regardless, fugitoid's origins are unknown, though there is no place they call home other than the Gilded Citadel's New York HQ.

fun fact: fugitoid's natural hair consists of 2c curls but they straighten it for professional reasons.

i would post this on my art blog but... anything covert au i usually reblog here so why not.

Matsu Games pt. 1

Pt. 2 > here

4/4 Ichimatsu month!

He gets a cat on his day. And he's trying not to cry cause omg it's doin tha thing.

Such a mood

“Hey I should update- wait”

Osomatsu san fandom here I come I hope you enjoy this it gets a little self indulgent somewhere in there but yea lesgo

I hate her.

Ichimatsu x reader, fluff? Angst? Background all matsus x reader, she/her pronouns, mention of a back scar

Word count: 454

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You're asleep at the Matsuno's house, something about drinking with Osomatsu the night before. Ichi didn't care to remember. Maybe he didn't want to.

I hate her, he thought, slotting in perfectly right behind you where you were curled up. I hate her, as he wrapped his arms around your warmth. I hate her, as he buried his nose in the scent of your shampoo. I hate her, as his hands traced the waistband of your pants. Your soft skin and fluffy hair and gentle breaths pissed him off.

He especially hated how you allowed yourself to get wrapped up in their filth, because you'd have to leave. Ichimatsu knew that, and his heart twisted up like it would shatter with the tension, and he hated that the most. Why were you torturing him?

Why spend your time with the six scummiest people?

Why give Oso money when you have so little?

Why spend what little time off you have doing things his brothers liked?

Why push yourself until your energy ran so low that, even now, with his horrible aura and cold hands and exploring touch, you didn't wake?

God he couldn't fucking understand you. I hate her.

He froze when you squeaked, hands stilling on your ribcage. He was trash but he didn't dare go too far, because he couldn't lose this just yet. You, he could do without, but not the warmth. He hated how comfy you were.

You turned in his arms, now facing him with your closed eyes and pretty lips. Your hands were so warm against his chest, fingers curled but palm flat on his hoodie. Your back was a perfect expanse of skin beneath his touch, even the scar. It was like you had a seam, like you were literally made to be so perfect and couldn't hide it. I hate her.

He squeezed your sides, eyebrows cross, expression loathing, just until you told him to stop. He wanted to rip you to shreds. "Ichi, cut it out," you grumbled, and he quit. He hated that you knew it was him. Hated that this song and dance happened enough that it was routine. Hated that the others weren't so eager to cherish what they had every second that they had it, even this. Even the rest. He was the one that got to see every expression you made with closed eyes.

You wrapped your arms around him, and his irritation turned into steam, vanishing in the waves of your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, too, tight but not squeezing. He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. He buried his face in your hair again, taking a deep breath.

Ichi sighed.

I hate her.