#implied though

[fatherpo]

i have a feeling we'll get a small scene with caleb and jack, maybe not but anyway small scene i thought of in hopin we do see them interact

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jack meets robby when he clocks in. does their usual routine - hug, small convo, and depart. this time robby was sticking around longer due to the emergency. so the small convo went longer, some small check in and mostly discussing the plan on patient care and runnin the ed

jack didnt mean to slip. he knew how robby gets when the topic turns to him or when people ask him how he's doing, but ever since robby announces he was leaving for three month trip on his motorcycle jack couldn't help but be worry

"How many times are you going to ask me?" michael ask with a small laugh, rubbing his elbow with his fingers

"Until you leave tomorrow," he half jokes, not smiling. "hope you find whatever you're looking for, brother."

"oh i will. some peace and quiet with a drink in hand and a great view."

jack couldn't help but laugh at that and robby joins him. helping relieve the tension michael held during his last shift today and the tension between them. their laughter slowed down as they were call to seperate cases and they split.

jack found caleb leaving a patient room an hour later. his steps went quicker to catch up to him

"caleb. hey." it came out a tad awkward than he expected

caleb looks up at him, eyeing his stern posture and anxious eyes. already clocking that this wasn't their usual catching up or discussing a patient type of converstation. he moves his wheels to the north station.

jack following beside him while saying: "Have you talked to him recently?"

him being michael robinavitch of course because michael was one of the few mens jack ever rave about.

"I have," he respond clamly.

jack pulls a chair to sit down by him. "And?"

"So far so good."

jack hates how good caleb can remain unexpressive and give no information he's looking for. damn psychiatrics and damn him.

caleb looks over and asks calmly: "Anything else, Jack?"

"C'mon, Caleb. He isn't even one of your patients. No patient confidentiality to worry about. just friends helping each other out."

"you two really love throwing the f word around." caleb shifts to put his full attention to jack. "how do you feel?"

"fine," he responds as he normally does when someone ask.

"i mean about michael leaving."

jack tenses up, his finger picking the skin around his nails. he huff out a half laugh, it shake with anxiety. "you playing my therapist now?"

caleb has never been more done dealing with the two of them. his lips stretch out, his heavy eyes droop a bit. he rubs his face, mostly tired from work

"im happy for him. he deserves a break after the pittfest and leah..." jack voices trails off, his arms coming up and wrapping around his chest

caleb nods, couldn't agreeing more. but even they knew there was more and has seen how michael has been acting. caleb seen similar behaviour with his chronic patients. and jack with his own personal experience as a veteran and doctor

jack drags out the slience. he didn't want to vent at the moment. he wasn't the one they should be talking about. it should be about michael.

"i don't like it," jack admits in a small voice. "he's out there on his own for months. alone with his demons. that isn't going to end pretty."

"thats pretty intense way to think about it."

"you know robby... he's always haunted by his past. always running and hiding, and never fighting." caleb tilts his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. resting his clasp hands on his lap. "im worry that- that maybe he running away for good."

"you say he isn't coming back?"

"i wouldn't be surprise he doesn't." there's sadden in jack tone. his eyes falling down to his lap, his arms squeezing himself a little tighter. he hate to think about it and as much as he loves baran and what she brings, he had to admit he'll miss having robby in charge. it wouldn't be the same without the warmth robby brings and his old school ways that are ridiculous and hilarious. and if this becomes permanent he isnt sure how to feel.

"jack, you have to tell him." jack stares at him like he's crazy. "if not now then when?"

[binguswithashinybreloom]

With my rock and your ballad, play a refrain of confession and dance, babe.

[eldritchx]

Vanessa being grabby ..........

[mobians4pride]

The tail

[starclast]

...Silly fanfic idea that I never got to write :'v

[velvetineskies]

The first (implied) gay guy in Bendy and the ink machine and it’s the same man who created hell

[headphonemouse]

@charmspoint thank you so much for the request! I had a lot of fun with it =^-^=

I was gonna put the process and stuff in a link to the actual ask but Tumblr Ate my draft so here's this screenshot instead

The very first thing I did was draft the panels

Which I eventually simplified because I wanted the layout to match the contents

Senkuu approaching the computer was supposed to be from behind with the lipstick marks in plain view but then Peter asked me to make the Kohaku profile pics in this comic similar to those pictures of cats with their faces pressed close to the camera and I thought it was really cute

This whole thing was SUPPOSED to be super detailed, but then I decided that was unnecessary and chose to do a simple background with simple artstyle instead of detailed artstyle with little/no background

I ended up being really satisfied with the spaceship interior

I also ended up researching astronaut outfits! (By research I mean I looked up Google images for like 10 minutes) And I found out that they can more or less wear almost anything? There's some uniform jumpsuits and cargo pants but it all just looks like business casual. Stan looks good in turtlenecks, Senkuu will die if he doesn't have a collar to pop, and Kohaku gets a tank top like Lillian

Here's my first sketch from after deciding to do the cat thing and before I looked up space clothes. I like Senkuu's face in the third panel

[laurae-colores]

Where Andrew apologizes to Kevin, because he deserves it

"I'm sorry."

Kevin's head springs up, his eyes wide in confusion.

The music is loud and the lights of Eden's Twilight colour Andrew's hair with nuances of pink and purple. Staring at him through a blond strand, he looks almost in pain. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are plump.

"Are you drunk?"

"You know I'm not."

And he knows. Andrew never loses control, never passes his limits. But him looking like this and saying he's sorry isn't like him either.

Andrew takes a breath and leans on the table, getting closer to Kevin. "Neil was the one to say I should do this."

Kevin tries to swallow but his throat is dry. His next words come out hoarse. "Why?"

"Because it was cause of sufferance for both me and you. I knew I should, too, but couldn't find the right way to do it. Then I got there is no right way, and it just needs to be said."

"Andrew," he says, and waits for Andrew to lean a bit closer than he already has. "Why are you apologizing?"

Kevin expects him to hesitate, to pull out the words from his mouth with self violence. But Andrew replies immediately, the certainty in his sentences undeniable. "Because I hurt you. I betrayed you."

Kevin has been giving up on alcohol, but even now he can still taste the lingering sting of what he chugged some months ago. Then, it felt like the only way out.

"Yes. Yes, it hurt."

"I know it doesn't make any difference for me to say I'm sorry. But I needed you to know that I've been thinking a lot this past few months. I could never stop thinking about what I did. It wasn't like me. I wouldn't have done it, but I did. I lost control and did the thing I despise the most."

Kevin leans on the table too, his forehead now touching Andrew's one, his eyes closed not to see that pained expression anymore.

"It hurt because I love you. It hurt because it was you."

"It's because it’s you that I can't forgive myself. I am a monster, I do things like this to other people. But the ones I love I want to protect. How could I hurt you, I can't explain."

Kevin feels like floating in another universe. One made of pink and purple lights through the night darkness, one where Andrew is someone who says he's sorry and who actually talks about his actions and his feelings, one in which Andrew has understood the difference between regret for things you can't control and the one for things you could have done differently. And he's choking himself with it.

But that's not another universe, it's the real one, and that's not another Andrew but the same Andrew he's always known, and maybe, maybe he's growing and learning.

Kevin kisses him chastly. "I can't forget what happened, but I believe in second chances." He pulls back how much he needs to look him in the eyes, once again. "Love me, Andrew. Keep on loving me as I love you, and prove me I made the right decision."

He says nothing. He just nods. But his eyes are speaking more than his lips could ever do.