Ryoken Kogami “Revolver” (鴻上 了見/リボルバー) - Yu☆Gi☆Oh! VRAINS - Episode 103
the kickstarter for @ygotarotproject is now live until may 25th! here’s a small preview of my piece for this project 💐
VRAINS Animation Director(s): 川村裕哉, 荏原裕子 || Kawamura Yuya, Ebara Yuko # 069 084 098 (Ft. Revolver)
Ryoken Kogami “Revolver” (鴻上 了見/リボルバー) - Yu☆Gi☆Oh! VRAINS - Episode 96
BONUS
Playmaker: Revolver was eight during the Lost Incident. About the same age as us. He reported the incident because he felt guilty about Dr. Kogami’s actions. Ai: In other words, Revolver saved you.
(Episode 84, Past That Cannot Be Quieted)
Yusaku still wants to marry seize a new future with Ryoken
Their expressions here… the feels 😭
I like to think I’m funny sometimes, but let it be known: datastorm as a term is cancelled for the bbies, it’s “cotton-shipping” now
snootscootsnoot
Night light / Goodnight Kiss
Datastorm December: Day 06
↳ Lost //Gingerbread House
“A piece of me died seeing you hurt. I was so frightened and Lost… And I wish I could just go back and fix it.”
For @datastorm-december 💖
Anonymous asked:
Ryoken x Yusaku First kiss?
- requests are closed until further notice
Their first kiss was explosive and desperate. It was every bit of them as it was every bit of a signature of a romantic relationship. They had pushed onto each other until their walls had come down, crumbling, and all they had left to themselves was their different vulnerabilities.
Their nerves were electric and they were still on the battlefield; their faces bumping up against each other, receiving the signals that someone else was there and hands on each other’s hips as their mouths clashed. It was a new age, digital kiss yet primal at the same time as it was propelled by all these adrenaline-filled emotions.
And after it, they were changed young men. They weren’t enemies and they weren’t friends or even lovers. Just… changed. Their eyes fiercely exchanging looks as they were aware of the burgeoning feelings despite their circumstances.
So, they logged out and reunited. As soon as they could, they found each other and met halfway on the streets. It still felt as equally real as when they had kissed in the Link VRAINS. As their hands entangled and here, in this reality, where their noses glided against each other - for real, this time - and their lips met in pert sweetness.
They kissed. And Yusaku finally felt like the past didn’t mean a thing and Ryoken finally felt like the future meant everything. They kissed in the middle of nowhere, people passing them by - not realising that one man was the hero of the Link VRAINS and the other was the foul villain of it.
But that was a good thing because they didn’t feel like either of those things too. They just felt like Yusaku Fujiki and Ryoken Kogami. Young and in love; unfettered by that which had moulded them and their meetings, facilitated by fate and finally rejecting of designs greater than them both. They could just be and that was the sweet breath brought to their kiss. With pounding hearts and shuddering bodies, they could just be and that’s all that mattered.
War, the past, the future, and more: they had seized it all and had yielded, finally, to glory and to each other despite better attempts to keep them divided. And what grand satisfaction it was, to finally both accept and reject it all.
Datastorm December: Day 01
↳ Freedom //Oversized Sweater
“Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all.” - Jiddu Krishnamurti
For @datastorm-december 💖
From @jczala ‘s fanfic “Writing Life” (chap14). This scene tugged at my heartstrings in the fluffiest ways possible and I had to draw it.
(I sketched this earlier in November and just last week thought I would finish it)
One-shot: Summer Chill
This is a super late fill for all the Anons that wanted a Ferris wheel date! Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16657324
Summary: It’s more of a prolonged argument than a date, or so Yusaku thinks.
Sunday mornings in Den City are quiet without the bustle of commuters to work and students to school. Yusaku appreciates these mornings the most, when the crowds that usually make meeting up with Kusanagi so daunting evaporate, and he can walk to the main plaza in peace.
The wind is crisp on his face as he waits at the crosswalk for the meagre amount of traffic to pass. But when the signal changes and he steps forward, an arm blocks his path. A graceful hand leads into a toned arm clothed in a familiar blazer, and Yusaku peeks curiously to his side.
“Revolver.”
“Playmaker.” Ryoken is an unexpected, but not unwelcome, sight. Yusaku hasn’t quite gotten used to seeing him, to knowing him, after ten years of fearing those things were impossible; even now, the knowledge that they can now meet so simply sends a little bit of awe trembling through him. “Come with me.” Ryoken’s words always come out as commands, a symptom of having too much authority from too young an age, but there’s something particularly demanding about him today.
Not that Yusaku has any intentions of refusing. If Ryoken wants to talk, Yusaku will always hear him out. Whether he speaks harshly or kindly, whether his intentions towards Yusaku are bad or good—all of Ryoken’s words are important to him.