carnalfaith:

LEGS, LEGS
WHAT’S ON THE MENU?

LEGS !

( indie gundam tanaka of sdr2 ! lovingly worshipped by dingo. )

 



strugglematch:

i’ve been working on sprites for my SHSL good boy a lot lately…

 



me staring wistfully at the snk fandom

 



1-800-how’s my portrayal? 

rpmemedumpster:

This mun is now accepting feedback! 

Please remember there’s a difference between hate, constructive criticism, and giving praise because you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.

 



monokuma voice nani the fuck is this small lost bastard
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@desbearer 

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me whenever kuma’s on the dash

 



carnalfaith:

LEGS, LEGS
WHAT’S ON THE MENU?

LEGS !

( indie gundam tanaka of sdr2 ! lovingly worshipped by dingo. )

 



fcture:

@carnalfaith​ 

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                          Carefully settling in the chair beside Gundam’s hospital bed his eyes are hooked upon the folded fingers in his lap; how to even lead into this…?

                         “How are you feeling…?” He starts off, a normal inquiry, the right thing to begin with but is it stalling? Stalling from what he will INEVITABLY have to reveal? “I checked your charts and… Everything seems to be normal so far.” It dawns on him too late how strange his claim of awareness to Gundam’s medical state… There are only a few who know so far WHO HE TRULY IS… So much to tell and so few good ways to EXPLAIN it.

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          WHOEVER DECIDED THAT THE ROOM should have a window directly next to the bed was both an angel and the devil that lurked in gundam’s nightmares. he was able to look out upon the landscape, but every now and then there would be flashbacks of sights, sounds, smells. everything that had him nearly leaning over his bed and vomiting into the pan left on the table next to the bed.

          i feel as if i am in optimal condition, is what breezes past his lips when he finally speaks, clearing his throat soon after.  sleep is hard to come by. this room lacks the usual comforts of breathing animals, it’s harder to fall asleep to the rhythms of the monitors. he doesn’t question why he knows what is normal for his condition. he pulls his gaze from the window, finally, eyes sliding onto the brunet’s.

 



pplwatchrz:

        wook rolls happily across the ball of hui-yeol’s palm, bounced slightly by the cheer in sun-kissed digits. he listens diligently, accepting information happily before the hamster is transferred over to the other’s hold- it takes some effort, the creature surely doesn’t enjoy strangers, but it isn’t long before it recognises animal-loving grip  &  settles hesitantly, continuing to gnaw at his snack.      ❛  uwah !!!  four ?!  that’s so cool !!!  i think one is enough for me though, wook is kinda demanding !  ❜  gentle laugh is pressed against his own palm, hands covering his mouth to marvel the sheer cuteness of wook in gundam’s hold—- someday, he’ll snap a picture.    ❛  do they all have names ?  ❜

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          IF THERE’S ONE THING that gundam prides himself on, it is his gentle hands there is a certain touch required to deal with animals, the creatures usually, as cliche as it may sound to some, more afraid of you than you are of them. for the small, it is because you are exponentially larger than them, and for the large, your unpredictable and unfamiliar nature leads them into a state of wariness not unlike a human facing another. hamsters are not unlike other animals, though their level of fearlessness is admirable. the hamster ( WOOK, he thinks its name is ) settles down comfortably into his hands, one bandaged and one bare flesh, and is even comfortable enough to continue eating. a small blessing in disguise. internally, he agrees hamsters are much more work than some would think they were worth. they give off none of the joy of a dog, nor the independence of a cat, too reliant on their humans to care for them. and yet…  my four dark devas of destruction, yes, they all have names. he pauses to wet his lips, thinks back on it this may have been the most talking he’s done all week, and it’s to a man who’s practically a stranger, kinship only formed by the furry creature sitting on his palms.  there is SUPERNOVA SILVER FOX, or SAN-D, as we, her friends, refer to her. she is my only female that i currently keep close to my heart and the most spirited out of the four. the next is MIRAGE GOLDEN HAWK, JUM-P, who is often seen sleeping, though he of course is more active in the nighttime as most rodents of his size wont to be. CRIMSON STEEL ELEPHANT is my most aggressive, currently, though MAGA-Z is simply territorial, protective of his space. my largest hamster i currently hold a close pact with is INVADING BLACK DRAGON, or as i am allowed to call him, CHAM-P. he is happy to do anything you ask of him, provided you give the right incentive.  it isn’t until he’s finished speaking that he realizes one of the hamsters in question, san-d, had poked her head out of his scarf and was peering over the edge of the fabric down at the newcomer, black paws placed precariously on the seam of the scarf. hopefully no wars would be waged upon wook, at least it was san-d who decided to investigate and not maga-z

 



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in case anyone’s curious as to what i’m up to: it’s making these icons lmao

 



i can smell your fear

i was not made for this kind of test. i will fall apart. i will not remain.

i will come undone and you will never see me again.

the only reason i'm here

indie. | sel.

GUNDAM TANAKA

from spike chunsoft’s
dangan ronpa franchise

#carnalfaith

is to wreak havoc

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est. september, 2013.
rebooted june, 2017.