#vignette

[emh-photos-art]

This is a photo of a flower edited in Photoshop to have a blue color.

[weirdlookindog]

Martin van Maële (1863–1926) - vignette from Jules Michelet’s ‘La Sorcière’ 1911 edition

[hellothisisangle]

[afrenchladyinnc]

[orofeaiel]

Mossy Vignette

[vintagehomecollection]

Christmas with Country Living, 1998

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Vignette from funerary papyrus (Book of the Dead) from papyrus N 3149.

Period: Ptolemaic Period

Medium: Papyrus

[rottingcherrywood]

Every time I listen to vignette I’m legally obligated to drop whatever I’m doing when he says “covered in bites” so I can do the little snappy thing with my hands

[phdmama]

“Is there room for negotiation?"

This is for @a--a---a who posted a headcanon that sparked this little scene! I'm ending it here because sadly, I have other things to do with my day because I know where this could go!

This is almost entirely SOOC, only lightly edited, just for fun. I have no idea where in the timeline this is, so put it wherever you'd like! Eventually to be archived on AO3.

Thank you so much for the spark and the permission to write it!

Buddie, ~1400 words, Teen

It takes Buck a hot minute to understand what Eddie’s trying to tell him.

To be fair, Eddie’s pulse had been pounding so loudly in his own ears that he couldn’t even really hear what he was saying. He’d gotten lost in some rambling metaphor about red wine and white wine and at first Buck had thought Eddie was talking about getting into wine, which had led to Buck immediately googling “wine events near me” which had led to Eddie agreeing to go to some Old Vine Zin wine tasting thing next Friday. Eddie doesn’t even like wine that much.

“I didn’t think you even liked wine that much,” Buck is saying, and well. Clearly he’s missed the point.

“I don’t,” Eddie says and then adds hastily as Buck’s face falls, “No, I just mean. Wine’s not really been my thing. But I’m excited to go to that with you, maybe learn something new.” His hands are sweating and he wipes them surreptitiously on his pants. “It’s just. That’s not really what I was trying to say when I said I’d realized something recently.”

Buck pauses, and shifts on the couch where they’ve been chilling post-long-ass shift, debating going to the grocery store, things like that. Normal things. Eddie’s not entirely sure why Buck had just followed him home, but he’s not complaining. He’ll always prefer having Buck in his house to… not.

Eddie’s also not sure why he’s picked this particular moment to share his recent revelations with Buck. Obviously he’s been thinking about how to do it. Maybe over dinner, somewhere nicer than they usually go. Eddie’s pictured Buck’s face in the candlelight, smiling at him over a glass of wine. Shit, maybe Eddie really does need to get into wine? Whatever, Eddie’s pictured it a thousand times, but he’s never pictured this, Buck, sleepy and rumpled, slumped down on the couch, feet on Eddie’s coffee table, a beer in front of him for all that’s 9:30 am on a Tuesday.

Eddie’s in love with him probably.

That’s probably been the biggest revelation, and that one had hit mid-shift several weeks ago, during the most clichéd of all calls, cat stuck in a tree. Mr. Grumpypants had lived up to his name, and Buck had lost the rock-paper-scissors for who had to go up the ladder and get him. Buck had been so sweet and gentle with the terrified creature that by the time he was backing one-handed down the ladder, Mr. Grumpypants was snuggled up against him, purring so loudly it was audible over the noise of LA traffic.

Eddie had just been hanging out, shooting the shit with Chim and Hen and watching Buck do his thing, and it had hit him. I’m in love with him. The realization was so unexpected, yet so obvious, that Eddie had almost felt a bit foolish. It was like that thing Buck had been telling him earlier that morning about calculus, something he’d learned from one of his many, many podcasts. 

“It’s not like calculus was invented,” Buck had said happily, swaying with the movement of the rig as they’d taken a corner faster than advisable. “It’s more like, they just figured it out, Newton and… shit, some other guy. Like, the things that calculus describes, those weren’t new things. The math was just a way for them to describe something that was already there.”

A way to describe something already there.

So yeah, Eddie had felt a little silly that it’s taken him this long, because now that he knows what to look for, it’s just so blindingly clear. 

To be fair, it had taken him some time to come to grips with it. Not the in love thing, that part’s easy. The whole hey, it turns out I’m maybe not as straight as I thought I was and WOW does this explain a few things and OH FUCK what are my folks going to say. 

But Eddie has processed it. He’s adjusted his understanding of himself, had some difficult conversations that are yet to be resolved, and sure, there’s definitely going to be more of that in the future, especially if things go the way he hopes. But even with all of that, Eddie doesn’t want to wait anymore. He wants Buck to know because he wants Buck to know him, all of him. 

There’s a couple of other things he wants, and after weeks of careful observation, he’s pretty sure he knows what Buck wants too. Not 100% maybe, but sure enough to take the risk.

So Eddie takes a deep breath, wipes his hands on his pants again, and says, “I was trying to tell you that I’ve realized something about myself.”

Buck’s nodding, making his I am listening so hard to you right now face. “Uh-huh.”

“And I guess the metaphor was kind of lame.”

“Metaphor?”

“Yeah, you know, that I like red wine and white wine. I like… both.”

Buck is frowning, staring off into the distance. “So when you say you like both red wine and white wine, what you mean is you like…” Eddie can see the moment he understands, the way his gaze sharpens and snaps to Eddie’s face. “You like both?”

Eddie nods, swallows. “Yeah, Buck. I like both.”

“Oh wow.” Buck’s face softens. “That’s, wow. That’s big, man.”

Eddie nods again.

Buck reaches out, slings an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you. Thank you for telling me.” He ruffles Eddie’s hair and gets up. “You know what? This calls for a celebration. I’ve got a split of champagne that I got a while ago at the Farmer’s Market. We should toast.” He pauses when he gets to the door to the kitchen. “This doesn’t change a thing between us. You know that, right?” 

He waits for Eddie’s nod before walking through the door and Eddie can hear him rummaging about in the kitchen, muttering something about Where did those goddamn champagne flutes go? I know I put them somewhere.

So. That’s done. Eddie’s imagined a thousand scenarios, a thousand different ways that Buck might respond, from profound horror (deeply unlikely) to immediately ripping off his clothes and shouting Take me now! (also deeply unlikely but fun to imagine). Eddie hasn’t quite imagined this, though — Buck being the best bro, the most supportive friend he knows how to be, which is, of course, the only kind of friend he knows how to be.

He’s in the kitchen pouring champagne, for fuck’s sake.

Eddie shakes his head, pushes to his feet and follows Buck into the kitchen.

“This doesn’t change anything?”

Buck looks over his shoulder from where he’s bent over, rummaging in the depths of the refrigerator. “Of course not, Eddie. Why would it? You’re my best friend.”

“Nothing?” Eddie persists. “Like, is that your final answer?”

Buck straightens slowly, holding a small bottle in his large hand. “What…” he pauses, licks his lips. “What are you asking?”

“Just,” Eddie says, certainty starting to bloom in his heart at the look on Buck’s face. “Are you open to other offers? Is there room for negotiation?”

Buck blindly sets the bottle down on the counter next to him. “Eddie, are you…”

“It’s just,” Eddie interrupts, heart pounding as he takes that last step into the unknown. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Buck says automatically and then freezes.

Eddie shakes his head. This guy. “No, I love you like, I’m in love with you.” 

“Oh,” Buck breathes, seemingly frozen in place.

“And I think you might… I think you might feel the same way?”

Buck stares at him, cheeks flushing. “What makes you think that?”

Eddie takes a careful step. “The way you look at me. The way you take care of me. The way you laugh at all of my jokes, even the stupid ones.”

“They’re not that bad,” Buck says, eyes bright.

“They really are,” Eddie says. “I don’t know, Buck. It’s just, it’s all of it. It's you and how you are with me tells me that you love me, just like I love you. That you’re in love with me, just like I am with you.”

Buck doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just looks consideringly at Eddie.

“Say that’s true,” he says finally and Eddie can’t help but grin at his tone. “What are you going to do about it?”

“This,” Eddie says, closes the distance between them and kisses him.

[thevisualvamp]

Bookworm

[chocodile]

A bit more of Ambroys' and Hyden's relationship, back before Hyden got frozen. Maybe the unicorn cared a little more for "legacy" than Hyden thought.

[hellothisisangle]

I don’t have the stamina to comic all this dialogue so here it is:

[At some point between PLAYING FOR TIME and I WALK THE LINE]

J: Look at you, more bolts and chips and wires than meat. Not sure what the hell you even are at this point. Some kinda strutting identity crisis. Bet if someone shook you hard enough you’d rattle.

V: Yeah, well, you’re just a ghost of a walking hard on that played mediocre guitar. Guess we all got our own tragedies.

J: Ooh, hit a nerve. Change your face, change your junk, but it doesn’t actually change a thing. Another plug in another crack that keeps fracturing. Can’t patch a hollow core, V.

V: This, coming from the poster boy for ‘oh please, someone, pay attention to me’? Hey, Johnny- was it before or after the bombing that you decided terrorism made you a man?

J: Know what your problem is? Don’t ask questions. Just do your job. Get your reward. Say you hate authority, but you fit into the glove tailored for you just as much as everyone else. And like everyone else, ‘ya still can’t help havin’ dreams of respect, fear, adoration, love. Dreams only big enough to stay dreams, not enough for you to do jack shit about it. Aren’t you lucky you got me. Now you can wake the fuck up.

V: Ha! Never believed for a second you cared about the bigger picture. Nah, you’re just the guy who played hero to hear someone chant his name. Spoiler alert, no one’s chanting anymore. You think I should follow your lead? Screaming louder, hitting harder, waving your dick around like it’s a goddam flag?

J: Better’n nothing. Keep telling you we’re really not so different, you and I. But swapping parts like spare tires- I mean come on, don’t get all pissy when I call it what it is.

V: Replacing myself, piece by piece, finding a version of me that can stand existing is not the same, will never be the same, as your bullshit tantrums.

J: Keep tellin’ yourself that.

V: For fucks sake- the yapping, barking orders, flexing those fake muscles- wanna know what you remind me of?

J: Not really-

V: All the other assholes who told me I'd never be good enough unless I was just like them. Why I had to rip myself open just to breathe. You’re not a legend, Johnny. You’re a cautionary tale. A child who never learned there’s more than one way to be strong.

J: Pull that one outta a fortune cookie or just your trauma stash? Pft- A child calling a child a child. The shit I have to put up with.

V: Quiet the fuck down or I’ll do something that’ll decom both of us for a bit. I need some air.

J: Fine. See ya later. But would’ya smoke a stoge while you’re at it?

[At some point after I WALK THE LINE]

J: For a chrome-clad existential nightmare, ‘ya ain’t all bad, kid. Startin’ to remind me of me. Without the impressive cock.

V: And for a dead relic clutching his dick like it’s the only personality trait that survived, you’re almost tolerable. But don’t get clingy, I’m not a collector of antiques.

[failing-life2]

I'm not sure if anyone has made these yet, and I don't remember who I saw that asked for this, but I made some vignette templates. So far, I've only made Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, and Scarabia. I'm planning on making the others soon, though.

Here's the link to the drive (When I make the others, I will update it)

If you need the font they use for names, here it is. It's the closest one I could find for free download.

Here's an example of it being used:

[great-photography-attributed]

The Victoria Peak By henriksundholm.com https://flic.kr/p/2rcNi2p

[vintagehomecollection]

Country Kitchens, 1991

[phantaloon]

girls be like of course i'm mentally stable and their most listened to song in the last 6 months on spotify is vignette by twenty one pilots