#03. ↣『 verse ╱ main 』

[orangetintedglasses]

Wolfwood doubts that Vash bothers celebrating Christmas, and he can't blame him. He doesn't really either, he just does the gift-giving part. Usually the people celebrating the holiday worship the two Angels, and while Wolfwood will gladly get on his knees for Vash, he'd rather not think of him as some holy deity, thanks. Angelic, yes. An actual angel? Well, he'd expressed discomfort with the idea in the past, so an angel Vash is not. Finding a gift for someone who doesn't ask for anything other than a box of donuts from time to time is harder than it seems. How's he supposed to pick out a gift that fits perfectly between the 'casual' and 'you may as well propose to the guy' categories? He hasn't even had the courage to tell Vash how he feels about him yet either, so maybe this would be a good opportunity to. Maybe. Hopefully. It'd also be a good time to give Vash a different kind of present, but that's neither here nor there. Trinkets of any decent quality are rare finds on Noman's. Rarer still are the ones without any kind of religious inspiration. Eventually Wolfwood finds an eclectic collector's shop with myriad baubles. Immediately, what catches his eye is a whiskey flask with the words "Holy Water" printed on it, so he of course needs to pick that up as a little gift to himself. It'll probably ignite one of Vash's contagious laughs—a brilliant light in an endless dark void. What in the world is worthy of being given to Vash the Stampede? He grumbles over this for some time before the owner of the shop takes pity on him and approaches, concerned. Immediately, she picks him out as a 'boyfriend getting his partner something for their first Christmas' type. As embarrassing as it is, Wolfwood relents, which leads to the present moment, when Vash convenes with him at their hotel room: "I know you… probably don't care about Christmas—I don't really either—but I wanted to get you something," he begins, nervous as all getup. Wolfwood pulls a gift bag from behind his back, then offers it to the blond. "I like to do stuff for the kids, you know? But this time I had to give a gift to you as well. You're pretty hard to shop for, has anyone ever told you that? Jeez…" Inside the sparkly red bag is an instant-print camera and a brand-new journal—oversized, presumably, to fit photos into. "I know you got a photographic memory, but… thought it might be nice to, uh, keep some, I guess. You know, in case you go forgetting stuff again. And also for the sake of those of us who don't have the ability to remember what they had for dinner 75 years ago. Might be nice, is all." He turns away to avoid watching Vash's gaze, but remembers that he's absolutely guilty of wanting to see the way those blue, glassy eyes glimmer with excitement, so he braves the fear and meets them head-on, determined. "I… have another gift for you but I still… need to wrap it. Go get us some hooch or something and come back in an hour." @forgivenpunishment

Well now! Didn't that put his little gift idea to shame?

In a funny way, of course-- Vash didn't actually think of it like that. It was just kind of a funny coincidence that Wolfwood had also gone out to find him something for the whole holiday thing, and apparently had a difficult time of it. Which was fair; he'd been told quite a few times that he was hard to get gifts for in the past. Partly because he didn't really ask for or openly want anything, and party because he was happy with anything people were willing to give him, which apparently just made that even more difficult? But even just thinking about him was more than enough--

This, though, this gift was... not only very sweet, but extremely thoughtful. Both of which had seemingly caught the Plant a bit off-guard as he looked into the bag.

"This is..." even just those two words, ushered out with the tail end of an exhale and barely audible, sounded completely awed by what Wolfwood had found. Vash lifted his gaze from the contents of the bag; summer sky blues positively sparkling with adoration as they caught the light at that angle.

Then Wolfwood mentioned having another gift, and that sent dark brows shooting straight up.

"Something else...? Y-you didn't have to-- I mean, this is more than-- I--" the poor thing blustered, flushed and a bit all over the place (and a little confused: he needed another hour to wrap something else when this had been put in a bag?) now that the situation called for his brain to be put to use. Eventually he caught himself, and just... nodded. Smiled and nodded. Beamed and nodded, really-- "y-yeah, okay. An hour. You got it~."

He did still have to set the gift down for safekeeping (no way was he risking bringing this outside yet!) and grab the rest of his cash before he set off as requested... buuut not before stealing a quick kiss from the undertaker; catching his upper lip in something sweet and warm and, again, quick--

"Thank you. Seriously, this is... really amazing, Wolfwood." he said. Decent as he usually was at withholding his lovesick glances until Wolfwood's back was sufficiently turned, the blond just couldn't help himself this time. His moony gaze drifted slowly from his boyfriend's light blue eyes down to his mouth, then back up again before he finally pulled away to get himself sorted and headed out the door.

The Plant was reluctant to part, but Wolfwood had specifically asked, after all.

"Be back later, yeah?"

[fullmxtal-elrich]

Survival Nightmares// Angst under the cut~

Nightmares were nothing new to him, he'd had them often ever since he'd joined the military, though most nights nowadays his sleep had been dreamless and empty. But not tonight, tonight every fiber of his being felt like it was on fire as he felt the sharp blade of that axe slice into his skin.

Wide, golden eyes stared up at that deranged man's face as he let out a maniacal laugh that made Edward's blood run cold. Bloodied meat hung from hooks all around him and the air reeked of death and decay as he stared the man down. His only instinct now was to survive, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins and setting every nerve on fire.

Yet the harder he tried to fight, the more he slowed down, feeling that familiar exhaustion take hold of his limbs as he tried to run, tried to get somewhere safe, yet there was nowhere for him to go. He was backed completely into a corner, one last swing saw the blade of his automail stuck into the wall, unable to move as he watched in horror while that axe raised and just as it came down on him for the killing blow....

The frantic scream that left Edward's lips was nothing short of bloodcurdling as he sat bold upright, wide eyes desperately searching the darkness to try and catch his bearings. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart and the blood flowing though his veins, breath coming out in desperate gasps as he fought for air.

He saw a dark figure moving through the dim moonlight, terror rising even further as his fight or flight instinct kicked in at full throttle. Using his alchemy to turn his automail into a weapon, a hand reached for him through the darkness and he screamed again, taking a blind swing at whoever...Or whatever was there.

"NO, STAY AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE, DON'T COME NEAR ME-!"

This wasn't a malicious act by any means, no this was pure, blind terror that made Edward instinctively fight for his life when there was no real danger. Yet all he could see in front of him was that raised axe and those eyes, glaring down at him with an unhinged bloodlust, reaching for him.

He was going to die, this was it, he was really going to die this time...He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, yet there was nothing he could do as that figure came closer.

Ed froze completely, eyes wide as tears pooled within them, streaming deftly down his face as his breath came out in harsh, ragged gasps, his entire body violently shaking with the sheer horror that showed in his gaze.

His blind swing had done nothing to defend him, but it took everything he had not to just lie down and give in, instead desperately crawling back as far as he could and pressing his body into the furthest possible corner of the bed.

All he could do was sit there and shake. This was it, it was all over, and the figure in the darkness had come to claim his life, that was the only thought within his mind. He was so afraid....He hadn't been so afraid in such a long time...God someone please come help him...!

'Please, please someone save me...I don't wanna die, please don't let them kill me...'

[razorfst]

Who was your best friend as a child and what were they like?

On anon or not, send questions about my muse's childhood. | Accepting

"I didn't have one. Simple." He shrugs, to him it was one of the more obvious answers to the question but then again how would they know? They didn't know how he grew up. He didn't let anyone. "I didn't have anyone who cared until Wenwu took me in at fourteen, by then I wasn't much of a child and I grew up far too fast by then to take care of myself. There was no childhood friend, never had one."

[winterreigned]

@mvndrvke asked: “You didn’t deserve that. Nobody deserves that.” rickon

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽, and she was not there to bare witness to it. the last time sansa saw her youngest brother, he was a mere pup, now this stark has evolved to a wolf. they often say children grow in the blink of an eye, though she was not even present to blink herself. the years were stripped of them, the time to bond and create a dynamic of their own given to the hands of captors, enemies and traitors. she hardly knows the young man before her, and cannot deny the twisting in her chest when grappling with this fact.

most of all, the challenge she faces, is acknowledging young rickon to be more than that. he is no longer bran's shadow, no longer attached to their mother's waist. there is no being asked to look over the baby, to fuss and care for. now, here he is, providing the comfort she, as eldest sister, should be offering him.

❝ those are burdens you need not bare. ❞ sansa replies, a soft expression on her face. he is a man now, though she struggles with this. she cannot baby him, he has experienced his own bout with hardship, yet all the same the instinct to protect and care does not vanish like the years lost between them. [ i look at you, brother, and my heart bursts. i look to you and i see robb, i see our mother. tully blue eyes, auburn locks. you are a spitting image to me, and i cannot bare it. it reminds me of what we have lost, what we could have had. yet, all the same, it provides me a deep comfort. we are home, we are together, we will reclaim what has been lost for our family once more. ]

❝ you must forgive me, rickon, for this is all bittersweet. i mourn for the time lost, and celebrate all at once. for so long i grieved you, and now here we are, and you're a man - ❞ there's a rarely delicate smile to grace the now stoic fixture that is sansa stark's face. she cuts herself off briefly, deciding for a better path to arrive on. ❝ mother and father would be proud. ❞

[muutosarchive]

🍭 @starywisteria . asked for kenny mccormick

"UGH, COME FUCKING ON, MAN..." kenny sighs to himself as he heaves himself onto the sidewalk, having seen the other without thinking too hard about it one way or the other. however, unfortunately kenny realizes that the fellow student seems dejected (one whom he's seen around for all the school he actually attends) . . . damn, she looks sad. he thinks to himself. fuck! sometimes he hates when his conscious kicks him in the ass. why does he have to be so goddamn, motherfucking . . . "uh, hey." shuffles up, kicking a bit of colorado snow with the tip of his boot. hands shoved into his pockets with hood thrown up around his head. cigarette break between classes, usually unaccompanied unless waiting for the bus. " -- are you okay? i mean what the fuck are you doing out here, anyway?" figured only the burnouts hang out back here, but not that he's complaining much about a female presence.

[stellarhistoria]

also in response to that anon I'm gonna make it fuckin worse

Luka is a doctor, something considered rare/treasured on the desert planet. He learns this pretty quickly when he offers his first aid assistance to someone and finds himself dragged off to other people.

He's not /from/ here, and the planet /knows it/. As a result, his latent magic is cut very close, but not so close that he's incapable of doing what he wants to do.

He always has create food and water prepared, and always has curaga prepared as well. The rest are circumstantial. He only tells specific people he can do these things, however, disguising it as a never ending flask or a really good first aid.

He fucking hates what everyone is wearing on this planet. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?! THIS IS THE DESERT YOU FUCKING HOOLIGANS. he has yet to factor in adaptation.

(Canon verse) His awareness of Vash the Stampede runs only insofar as he knows that he has gotten himself into some trouble and that his head and heart have earned himself a bounty and a nasty set of rumors. Luka is not quick to judge and even less so to point his gun.

(Polycule verse) STOP FUCKING TRYING TO KILL HIS BOYFRIEND OR HE WILL FUCKING GO INSANE--

(Canon verse) Sometimes a wandering soul will hear the doctor talking about the water. Not just drinking water, but a vast expanse. Sometimes he'll be seen laying in the sand and staring up at the sky, saying that he misses home. He never clarifies where that is.

(Polycule verse) Vash makes certain that whenever Luka is starting to feel homesick, he brings the others with him to visit the ocean, visit Luka's Ship, The Dream. No making the boyfriend sad while he's here willingly for him. Only see Luka smiling!

(Canon verse) There is always one room in any hotel that has its lights on. Luka cannot stand the dark, fearful as he is.

(Polycule verse) Meryl and Millie insist on keeping things lit around the hotel rooms, much to the doc's confusion. They insist that it's okay, as long as "that idiot" doesn't do anything. Luka is always confused by this, and Wolfwood ends up snickering while Vash pouts.

[tristese]

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[differentkinds]

tags 03 : verses, canon + miyagi - verse.

[ofrataje]

sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

yellow sunrise / accepting!

hans's room in the suchdol fortress feels suffocating. he can't sleep most nights, even after opening the drapes on the windows as wide as they could possibly go. all it does is give him a better view of the praguers surrounding them. so he finds himself in the outer bailey, joining whoever's on watch. sometimes sleep finds him out here, with his back to the cold stone of the walls and his bow clutched in his hands.

this is another one of those nights, hunger his only company. he's still in that twilight between sleep and consciousness when he hears footsteps approaching and then feels a scratchy woolen blanket fall over him. eyes open and blink a few times as they adjust to the light, and he's surprised to see sam's face there. he'd expected henry, maybe godwin, or even one of the kind maids that are trapped in the fortress with them.

"i won't be able to sleep more tonight anyways," he says quietly with a shake of his head. "i doubt you will either, if you're still awake at this hour. come, sit. we can keep each other company." he pats the grass next to him invitingly. "maybe you can tell me how you ended up with liechtenstein. i'm sure that's an interesting story."

[dieverged]

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[defenseonly]

tags : canon verses + arcs 01.

[weishaupts]

@oakthcrn - 2024 wrapped starters which witch - florence & the machine

she can feel lark's eyes on her shoulder, at the pale stripe marring her flesh. "it's an old scar," she explains with a nonchalant shrug. old, but still bright against her skin. old, but she can still feel the hurlock's blade digging into the muscle.

[winterreigned]

‘ wherever you stray, i’ll follow. ’ @stags0n

𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 , 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺. rays of warmth can melt even the most stubborn layers of ice. sansa stark was very much a blizzard , a swirling storm of all that has made or broke her these past several years. a girl barely of twenty , yet lines on her face portray years beyond her. worry , fear , pain ──── they've all found a home on once porcelain skin.

she is no stranger to the whispers of winterfell , of the nicknames each of her siblings have earned. jon the victor , bran: seer of all , arya the fierce , though when it comes to sansa , she cannot help the hurt that washes over her. the lady of ice , they have declared her. her mother once said they called sansa the sunshine of winter , for she was born upon a brief turn of season. now , the north has her hardened , would it be this way if she were a man? trauma makes men strong in their eyes , but women?

gendry stands before her , cracking the surface. smiles are seldom shared with strangers , though this a defense purely out of distrust. it is hard to view anyone as worthy of her confidence , not when it has been shattered time and time again. yet , he stands before her , and she cannot help but trust him. perhaps , it's because her sister does so fiercely. jon , ser davos , they all seem to find gendry worth of their loyalties. in this time of desperation , dragons flying about , dead marching to strike , a lion atop the iron throne , their trust is enough to allow sansa to lend it to gendry as well. allow the girl of old , who saw the best in everyone , wanted to believe the world was good and pure like the songs , a chance to return once more. to let sunlight conquer ice.

❝ the north is grateful for such loyalties , especially in times as precarious as the ones we find ourselves in. ❞ there's a curt nod of the head as she speaks , sansa may be different in many ways , yet she still maintains the composure of a lady , no matter what has been stripped from her. she is no fool , however , sansa is clever enough to pick up on meanings behind gendry's words. of course , she has been in his company more as of late , with winterfell seeking out any blacksmith willing and able. he has joined their table , been a part of many a discussion. sansa cannot help but be intrigued by him , cannot help the slight blush that creeps across cheeks as she smiles at gendry. perhaps , onlookers will attribute this to the sharp winter winds. how unproper it would look , in truth , for the lady of winterfell to spend her time chatting in the forges when much was to be done to ready for battle. yet , she cannot bring herself to leave.

❝ the north hopes... that if all of this shall pass , you would consider following here well after. ❞ once more , she deflects , makes the north a vessel for herself. though , if she has learned anything over the years , everyone either dies and leaves , sometimes walls are necessary.

[muutosarchive]

🍭 @remnantbound ! (plotted starter)

her heart rate is through the roof. her face screwed up with narrowed brows in horror. she should have known. [...] should have known she would be here, &. it hurt more that she'd tried to shut out the memories of their friendship. because it was easier, somehow. her excuses felt so paper-thin. no matter how real they really are. "cassidy?" she asks, kneeling down to the girl's level, even as she stands there.

the suit is close behind, what she's tethered to. the officer's forehead has broken out in sweat, but still she can't take her eyes away. her mouth held slightly open despite holding her breath. "it's me -- i -" she pauses, shaking her head while finally looking away. if just for a moment. "but you probably already know that." vanessa nods now, swallowing. voice quivering. "cassidy, i am so sorry."

[ghiilanas]

my dumbass getting too excited abt setting this blog up and forgetting to do tags

01. ↣『 ooc 』

01. ↣『 psa 』

01. ↣『 wishlist 』

01. ↣『 edits 』

01. ↣『 promos 』

02. ↣『 self 』

02. ↣『 headcanons 』

02. ↣『 wardrobe 』

02. ↣『 study 』

02. ↣『 aesthetic 』

02. ↣『 desires 』

03. ↣『 in character 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ main 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ companion 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ modern 』

04. ↣『 dash games 』

04. ↣『 memes & ask prompts 』

00. ↣『 queue 』

[orangetintedglasses]

Ah...! O-okay, he really should've seen that coming...!

The sudden intrusion pulled a sound from the blond that was somewhere between a yelp and a moan-- or maybe it just trailed off into one at the end as Wolfwood slipped his fingers in with ease. The outlaw was, indeed, still horny; enough so that that simple motion allowed a drip of nectar to roll over the undertaker's knuckles and all the way down to his wrist before slowing down. It was genuinely embarrassing...!

"M-- mnh...!" he tried, only to fail rather spectacularly right out the gate thanks to the shudder that licked up his spine. Vash let his head bob forward and hang there a moment, shutting his eyes-- it was quite the effort to keep up the dominant, composed persona up when his partner was so good at playing his body like a damn instrument...

It really is his own fault, though. He isn't that upset about it.

"M-maybe I would... or maybe, I could p-put on a show for you... let you see just how much of an effect you've had on me~..."

Tempting as Wolfwood's fingers were, he had seen the fatigue in the other's eyes just before he'd crawled over him. Both options were available, and he'd follow through with whatever the undertaker preferred to do, but regardless of what they ended up getting up to, the man was not going to escape aftercare--!! So without much ceremony, the Plant moved and pulled himself off of his companion's fingers with a slick sound-- much to the chagrin of his body, when it very much was starting to feel empty --but he refused to leave Wolfwood as a messy pile of a person while he selfishly took more--

Sans vines, this time. It's your choice, but you're drinking water and letting me clean you up first...!

Wolfwood shivers as Vash removes himself, suppressing an intense moan with a wide-eyed, open-mouthed gasp. When he comes to, he realizes there's a heat behind his partner's eyes and in his mind—is he seriously still...?

"You're still horny, aren't you—ghhk?!"

His abdomen tenses and he instinctively arches towards Vash's mouth. The wide, hungry licks send his heart into overdrive; the muscular organ pounds with the intensity of a thoma stampede in his chest as his pupils, once again, blow out with full interest. His eyes are little more than two thin, silver limbal rings while he watches the blond lap up his cum like it's the near-empty plate of a delicious meal. While Vash licks, Wolfwood can't control the way his belly keeps twitching due to sensitivity.

Well... fine, Vash made the mistake of crawling over him to lick in the first place, so...

As his boyfriend is distracted, Wolfwood shifts his arm downwards until he reaches the sweet heat between his pale thighs.

Feelin' empty, sweetheart?

Wearing a downright devious grin, his index and ring fingers swipe through Vash's drenched folds until they press against his clit. Without needing much in the way of preparation, he's able to slide both fingers into the Plant's core and spread them, rubbing the slick, velvet walls surrounding them.

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