LOCCENT

Why we fight. [Independent Tendo Choi | Multi-fandom | Multiship | Mun/Muse 18+ | NSFW friendly] Tracking the tag loccentchoi

[loccentchoi]

i know you'll never be back but I hope you're in a good place. I love you and I miss you. It's kind of poetic that the last thing we wrote about Jonathan and Tendo was about reunion. It implies their happily ever after. I'll always look back fondly on this time and wish you all the best.

This made me cry to find in my asks. I share every sentiment.

[loccentchoi]

Pacific Rim role play community still alive? Pacrim interested universe hoppers? Sound on

[just-six]

Pathetically, I desire your burning touch.

six word story // c.w (via touchedface)

[guiltygirl]

i get so caught up in protecting the people i love that i forget to protect myself.

[king-of-explodia]

Some friendly kaiju.

[mark9-jaeger-kaiju-gesundheit]

Pacific Rim by alexjkerr

[loccentchoi]

notthescarecrow

Jonathan’s sleep pattern is so screwed up that he’d actually woken multiple times in the night, shifted positions, taken time to admire his loved one’s face, decided to try to settle, drifted off to sleep, and the cycle repeated almost ad nauseam.

When he awakes for the day, he’s not exactly well-rested, but rested enough, and he’s used to that feeling by now. Besides, it’s not healthy to sleep all day long, and he suspects that it’s bright out. His eyes open a fraction, and he notices Tendo staring, gazing as though playing some kind of memory game, and if he doesn’t take in every last feature he won’t get a perfect score, so the psychiatrist tries to suppress a smile and lets him continue for a while. He wouldn’t want to ruin the moment.

But of course he does because, well. It’s Jonathan.

“Anything interesting on?” he asks lamely, his voice still somewhat dozy, sleepy, but that’ll stop when he actually gets up and gets moving.

Tendo allows his partner to play at sleeping for a few more minutes because he can’t help but stare and isn’t entirely ready to relinquish the moment. The smiled that plays faintly over Jonathan’s lips causes an eruption of butterflies in Tendo’s stomach and he swallows hard. The other’s voice, so long absent from this home, brings a fond smile to Tendo’s face, the corners of his eyes crinkling. 

“Shh,” Tendo half-hisses. “Things were just beginning to get good!” He flops onto his stomach, unceremoniously crawling over the bed (dragging blanket and sheet, tangled in his legs) to push his head into Jonathan’s side. For a long moment, he just lays there, not breathing, not moving, just--wedged as much between lover and bed as he can be. 

From the mattress, Tendo speaks, though the only thing about it to indicate that words might be issuing were a series of muffled tones. The ex-J-Tech Officer draws himself back a fraction, though his arms envelop the other in an almost automatic motion. Sometimes it felt like he was watching a program, that his mind was generating a new twisted episode to torment him with, all of them almost as terrifyingly real as this. Tension coils in his stomach and tightens his eyes as he peeks at Jonathan.  

[gretahs-deactivated20161121]

someone talk to me how great a tfa pacific rim au would be

[conceptartworld]

Check out this great Jaeger concept by John Liberto! http://goo.gl/6uX8ou

[rorykurago]

 Smoke Can’t Kill Me by TOYIB

[parasitebeans]

My piece for the Pacific Rim fanbook, Beyond the Breach, which is now on Kickstarter! I put a lot of time, coffee, and love into this, and I’m really happy with how it came out. Everyone lives and is here to party.

Please support the book! So many amazing artists have contributed, it’s gonna be super incredible. 

all watercolors

[loccentchoi]

notthescarecrow

Muscle memory must kick in, because even though it’s been months he still seems to remember every point in the map that makes up Tendo’s form, and it might have changed a little since his departure but Tendo seems to respond the same old ways, if not a little more relieved, a little more grateful, a little more wanting and needy and emotional. And he knows this will end eventually, and they’ll sink back into the pattern of taking it for granted that they’ll be together always, but he feels that this time, they have more reason to believe that.

He wants to puff his chest out and preen but even the sarcastic Dr Crane can’t find the energy to, and just smiles that little bit wider, holds him that little bit closer, when Tendo expresses pride. If he can sense or feel the same kind of anxiety that the multiverse will take something away to compensate, he makes no indication, opening his mouth to whisper something else and managing only a muffled word salad as his mind begins to succumb to his desperate need for sleep, even if he wants to stay awake to relish this moment.

Tendo offers a low hum of response to the other man’s jumbled and unintelligible reply before lapsing into comfortable silence. Listening to Jonathan breathe, each new breath brings a release of tension, little bits of him relaxing after being knotted for so long. It is cathartic. For a long while, Tendo is lost, his world narrowing only to the comforting weight of Jonathan’s arms around him, the soft sound of his lover’s breathing, and the feel of Jonathan’s steady heartbeat under resting fingers. Even having slept recently, Tendo is drawn into the quiet calm of sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness. 

It’s several hours before Tendo regains his senses, momentarily alarmed. There is no warmth around him. It was a dream. Just another one of his perfectly constructed fantasies, one of the torments he endured too often at the hands of his overactive imagination. His hands quest frantically over the bed in the darkness, meeting a warm lump under the covers and Tendo nearly shrieks with glee. The other had shifted at some point during his rest to pull the covers up over himself, but he was here. 

Containing his delight in favor of letting Jonathan sleep as long as he should like, Tendo eases himself from the bed and briefly considers making something for them to eat. Since his track record with cooking of any kind isn’t great, he vetoes that idea. He’s also not entirely willing to commit to leaving the room for more than a few minutes. 

He hesitates before padding to the window and twitching the curtains aside to allow a shaft of sunlight to penetrate the darkness of the room. Returning to the bed, Tendo slips under the covers and props his head up on his arm, gazing at Jonathan’s sleep-softened face. His eyes trace every line, every shadow, every detail he can make out in the faint light. He wants to memorize, to consume, to ensure that this--Jonathan--never leaves him;  he has branded Jonathan into his soul. 

[bysamwade]

tendo & mako cards i made for shatterdome atl. 

[randomsplashes]

i just want a pacific rim au where finn, poe and rey are all drift compatible, and they fight kaijus together 

[loccentchoi]

notthescarecrow

It’s only when Tendo presses himself to Jonathan’s chest like an affection-starved kitten that the psychiatrist realises how numb he’s been feeling in these past few weeks, months, years. It’s as though each touch brings with it new sensation, a pins-and-needles sort of prickling and a warmth that follows, and the blood flows to his skin against and his nerves work, and he can feel heat and cold and pain and relief all at once. And deep within his chest it’s like he’s been kicked by a horse and it’s hard to breathe until he hears his beloved take deep breaths and return little whispers.

Thumbs automatically seek to dry the tears from his lover’s face, but as Tendo’s taken to gluing himself close, his trembling digits instead stroke his hair, remembering the textures and temperatures found on the surface of that beautiful man. “I’m happy too,” he breathes, and his mind begins to feel relaxed, at ease, at home, and his body finally wants to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he’s not going anywhere soon. “And I feel like I’ve won something. Like I’ve achieved. And I’m home, and I can breathe again.” In a huff of breath, he laughs, and it’s directed at himself, at how silly it sounds, at how it was almost a poetic little phrase.

The desperately missed feeling of Jonathan’s fingers smoothing his hair grounds Tendo, his breath steadying. In a way, they have both won something. “You are home.” Tendo reaffirms, breathing with Jonathan. The words are just as true for Tendo as for their speaker. A tension relaxes within him; a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, a reservation of self is released. 

“I’m so proud of you.  You figured it out.” For me. No. For us. It is overwhelming to think that Jonathan, after so many years, has unlocked the key. It is a triumph, a turning point, it represents (for Tendo) a miracle. It feels too good to be true. What’s the catch? He wonders. The world hasn’t given them many concessions in the past, there’s no reason to start now. Still, he says nothing, he breathes with Jonathan. 

[loccentchoi]

"Come here you sixties lookin motherfucker let me hug you."

A crooked smile in return as Tendo hugged his friend tightly. “Good to see you.” 

[loccentchoi]

"I promise I didn't tell her to do that. She just remembered you and knows you make me smile." A little smirk, "Still, sorry."

A tired smile. “Is everything okay?” He pauses, glancing at the metal animal and pats her. “We’re overdue anyway.”