#BU DUM DUM DUM DUM!!

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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[mine-loves]

Trigun Stampede | s01e07

Wake up. / Nico and Livio.

[mirconreadzztuff22]

I was re-reading some of @bigfatbimbo ‘s works (which is absolutely AMAZING btw, one of the many writers that has made me more obsessed with Velvette BEHEH 🩷🩷🩷) and while re-reading (pretty much all of) their Velvette fics/blurbs, it reminded me so much of Rosalina (my oc WHICH I MIGHT TALK ABOUT IN ANOTHER POST I DUNNO MANN (also I changed her design cause the last one looked like pure booty-cheeks 😕..) And her

[killemwithkawaii]

Alright, the kewk classic 'face hole' design it is~ 📊✅

"Ain't he a doll?" 💋💦💕

And now while I fuck with this anatomy sketch 5ever, we gotta decide on a background! I'm thinking Sal would prefer to do his love-sick swooning in the privacy of his bedroom, but where, exactly? 🤔

'The bed'-

Perks: seems more routine, sowft snuggly nest to daydream and swoon in, [darling] collage on the wall, '... okay, what have you been doing with that pillow...?'

Drawbacks: Limited space, have to take stability/sinking into account with props, perspective is Hard and I will make that headboard look good or die trying

'The floor'-

Perks: seems more impulsive, more yan/NEET clutter potential (more room to spread out), a glimpse under his bed (and at all the [darling] stuff he's got shoved under there)

Drawbacks: That carpet is UGLY, I will probably (definitely) bite off more than I can chew trying to fill all that space with props, it hurts my Everything just thinking about lying on the floor like that for too long

'Secret third thing'-

....???? idk you tell me lol

[nami-moittli]

This counts as a “meme”, right?

[shannonsketches]

Not to be horny, but holy fucking shit-

it’s okay, Ganondorf himself is horny half the time

W…waka waka

[sweetiepie08]

Why is Boba smarter than Jango?

Because he has a good head on his shoulders!!!!

[rude-v]

Ya know, I only hear 2 9/11 jokes today...

Well.. they both fell flat :/

[mrs-han]

@jumin-ssi

Happy early birthday! Can you do the fake dating trope? For Jumin, definitely🥰

I had to end it, I’m sorry 😂 I would have kept going!

Jumin was falling harder for you.

You had carried yourself gracefully through the various tea lessons and decorum lessons. You could string a few sentences in conversational French, you took much better care of your skin and hair, and sure, you weren’t able to walk in stilettos yet, but you could manage a confident strut on a pair of four-inches.

There was a glow about you that he couldn’t ignore. You were growing confident in yourself and your new abilities…

And you drew him to you like a moth to a flame.

It wasn’t that you fit into Jumin’s world so effortlessly that enraptured him… no, you were already so addicting before you transitioned from pauper to princess.

But to see that you were making the effort for him… he would never forget it. Frankly, he didn’t want his time with you to end.

And he personally ensured it.

Checking his phone, Jumin had to make sure his mother’s mode of transportation had been postponed. He could be just as scheming as she was when he needed to be… even when it left a bad feeling in his chest.

“Any word from your mom?”

Jumin’s eyes softened at the sound of your voice. “Oh. She is still being held in Daegu.”

His heart skipped. God, he loved the way you pushed your hair back when you stretched, and how you scrunched your nose when you were deep in thought. He wondered if you felt the same way he felt because you were so difficult to read.

And he thought he had a poker face.

Your expressions were easier to read once he hypothetically removed his rose-colored glasses. You seemed anxious, eyes darting and fingers tugging your blouse, Jumin couldn’t help but fidget with his cuff links at the sight of you. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“Ah… Jumin, do you know when your mother will be here?”

“Why?”

“Just asking,” you murmured. “I’ve been staying here for a little while, and well… I have stuff I need to do.”

“Stuff?”

Your brows shot up at his off-putting tone. “Well, yeah. I thought this whole thing would be wrapped up in a couple of days.”

Jumin’s eyes shifted. “Please forgive the delay. Perhaps, to ease our nerves, we should think about what to eat for dinner.”

“Jumin, are you bullshitting me?”

“… Pardon?”

“It’s been two weeks, and there’s still no sign of your mother. Is she coming, or not.”

Jumin’s brow furrowed as you took a strict stance, folding your arms over your chest. He took a deep breath. “She isn’t coming for the next week. I halted all forms of transportation for her to come here.”

You didn’t speak for some time. It made Jumin very uncomfortable.

Your next question came out softly. “Why, Jumin.”

He cleared his throat.

“Jumin.”

“Because I wanted more time alone with you. Is that so terrible?”

“… What? Jumin, I agreed to help you! I didn’t expect for you to take our roles seriously!”

“How could I not.” Raking his fingers through his hair, Jumin’s dark and conflicting gaze made you feel for him while also being fairly terrified of his thought process. “These past few days have only solidified my feelings towards you, feelings I haven’t been able to shake since our first party.”

Your scrunched brows slowly relaxed. “Wait, so… this whole time, the pet names, the touching, the… you were… you were serious?”

“I still am.”

“… I need to go.”

Jumin’s head snapped up. “You — where are you going? Why are you leaving?”

“Let’s see.” Gathering your pathetic little knapsack, you tried to keep yourself from crying. “My offer to help you was taken advantage of, and I need to get out of here before I release all of my anger out on you.”

“Wait.”

You ignored him, stuffing your clothes into your bag.

“MC, wait.”

“No.”

Your voice was trembling now. The very sound truly bothered him to no end.

Brushing roughly past him, you grabbed the high heels you had been training in and chucked them across the room, nearly shattering the vertical fish tank.

“MC.”

“A parting gift.”

His grip on your wrist was unlike any touch you felt from him. Strong, commanding, and a little too tight. But Jumin didn’t say anything. He was completely lost for words.

Finally, he spoke. “I apologize. I didn’t consider —”

“Exactly. You didn’t consider that I had a life of my own. You didn’t consider that I have friends, and family, and a cat I’ve been missing.”

“I know. Forgive my selfishness. Forgive my keeping you here. But you cannot deny that you agreed to stay here. You brought a bag.”

“Yes! But Jumin, whenever I’d leave this godforsaken penthouse, you’d always call or text me incessantly, asking me where I am and what I’m doing!”

Jumin towered over you. “Why didn’t you tell me it bothered you. Why didn’t you talk to me.”

You evened the playing field by widening your stance. “Because I felt bad for you. I knew that your mother was coming, so I excused your behavior when I shouldn’t have.”

“That’s a pathetic response, and you know it.” Jumin took a step back; you could smell notes of his cologne. “You say I took advantage of your willingness to help me, and yes. I admit, I did. But am I the only one with a secret motive? You stayed for another reason. Whether it be food, clothes, amenities —”

“Are you accusing me of leeching off of you?” You seethed.

“You’re a woman, are you not? As is your nature.”

“You misogynistic piece of — you know what, I hope that you do get married to some uppity heiress. Maybe her dull personality will match yours, and you can live the rest of your days a miserable and unfulfilled waste of breath.”

“Your words do little to vex me.” His gaze on you remained steady and unwavering, like he was searching your soul for an answer to an unasked question. “I readily admit my fault. I have offended you, and you will be properly compensated for your time.”

“I don’t want your money or anything else from you.” Agitated, you subconsciously picked your nails to relax your nerves.

“What do you want, then.” Jumin demanded.

“I don’t know,” you snapped, tugging at a hangnail. “Time? Can you give me my time back, Jumin?”

“What you ask is impossible. There are no time machines to —”

“Because I want to take back all the times I brushed your bangs back while you were sleeping. I want to take back all the times I made you coffee and tea in the mornings and evenings, despite the fact that I hate tea. Setting out your towels before you went in for a shower, fluffing your pillows so you could relax properly, shining your shoes and rolling off all the cat hair from your suits for you…”

Your trembling lip betrayed you.

“I wanted to help you because yes, I do. I do, I do like you. I do. I did.”

Jumin’s arrogance slipped away. Sure, he was a man well trained in safeguarding his emotions, never allowing anyone to see him for who he was. But he let it go. Shoulders hunched, arms slightly outstretched, and eyes begging for you to take back what you said.

“I need to go,” you repeated, voice breaking. “To prevent further awkwardness, we… should probably keep our distance for the time being.”

You slipped out of the penthouse before he could retort. Naturally, he wanted to catch up to you… ask you to reconsider. But he still couldn’t think of what to say to you.

And unfortunately, Jumin would never attain or provide the closure he so needed. His mother eventually made it to Seoul, noticed the lack of a fiancée on his arm, and set up an arranged marriage between himself and… some woman he didn’t care to take note of.

He hadn’t heard from you in a month, maybe three. Whenever he went to type out a message to you, he couldn’t… think.

Neither could you. Nights spent waiting by your phone proved to be wasted time.

You learned of his engagement through Jaehee. You still remembered how close he’d get to you, how he’d lift a part of your hair and try to kiss each individual strand, or how he’d press his body against yours and ghost his lips over your skin.

There was still time to fix things, or at least you had hoped. Until you received an invite to his engagement party.

And his wedding.

Stolen glances were all that remained between you.

[yellowocaballero]

i keep forgetting you update every monday and i keep getting bamboozled and procrastinate my work to read your update. anyway that last chapter sure uh. sure was something [i say through tears] i'm totally normal about rs!knives and vash. so normal. (on a more comedic note: knives getting shot in the head and getting back up 5 seconds later? "what do you want me to wipe your ass for you too"? "i feel really bad about the genocide thing"? this is literally the best knives i've ever seen and i fucking love him)

Monday right after I get out of work, baby B) I like consistent schedules because everybody needs something to look forward to on a Monday.

It's fine, they're not normal about each other either. And I think this chapter is big proof that I am physically incapable of not inserting humor into even the most dramatic moments. I hope that they weren't badly placed and cut the tension or something. It was really an entire very dramatic chapter full of dramatic confrontations and that gets a bit tiring, so things have to be a little funny.

Poor Wolfwood. You can literally shoot Knives in the head but it keeps him down for five seconds because he doesn't have a fucking brain. But we already knew that.

[condemned-to-eternity]

Imagine if Loaf just multiplied, it would be really funny

-🪽

// would this be a bakery then? //

[peoplevsbirds]

who’s ray and why do so many ppl wanna ban him??

[talesfromthecrypts]

#sucked it clean like a buffalo wing#bet that fresh nail polish didn't taste good though

i'm calling the comedy police, you're too funny

They'll never take me alive cause I'm knocking them dead with my cannibalism related funnies

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

!!!💖 m watchd new monstr high movi n s soooos cute!! s diff from da orginl bu m wuv s!! n maks m wuv m dollies evn mor!!💖💖 especilly frankie!!!!! 🥺💖

[mycological-mariner]

TRICK OR TREAT then

TREAT! A fallen tree covered in ‘shrooms that looked like a spiky dragon’s tail

[funkylilomen]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8MGLCRx/

well that joke kind of blew up in his face didn't it