#Vash’s hair can be such a nightmare also. I do not think of physics when drawing him whatsoever

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

[weirdcat1213]

YEY THE HORRORS i mean YEY THE BOOKCLUB :D

thoughts on volume 6 (oh boi we're almost halfway someone hold me pls)

chap 1:

-OH MY GOD ITS HIM I FORGOT ABOUT HIM FOR A MOMENT (not in general, ik he's in 98)

-HEY HIS WINGS MAY BE CREEPY BUT THEYRE ALSO BEAUTIFUL TO ME >:[

-HOWEVER i love how yeah they are scared af but also get that vash as a person is not bad and they don't leave his side

-WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOUR BF LIKE THAT STOP STOP STOOOOOP. IDC THAT HE IS A LITERAL LASER CANON HES STILL JUST A LITTLE GUY

-are we...supposed to notice how bad the state of the gun is or...?

-nono brandon is right, i would also not give good guns to cops

-vash i fucking swear-

-SHUT UP YOU FUCKING COP >:[

-BRO WTF

-YEAH BRANDON CALL HIM OUT

-MY FAVORITE WEIRD CREATURE IS HERE

-ok in my 1st read didnt get that, idk why but i was confused about meryl getting worried for some reason. but she has a (sad) point. will one day the ptsd related to violence and guns be enough to make vash not shoot his gun? shes asking an interesting question. shes literally asking how much can vash take imo.

-wait so...was the replacement gun...the one in stampede??? (i will compare them later)

-DONT LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE GENTLE EYES MAN CMON

-I didnt notice he took the punisher lmao

chap 2:

-:c wolfwood having nightmares its not even a hc, IT IS CANON

-NOT THE FLASHBACK OF VASH CRYING BLOOD OUCH NO PLS NO

-:c im not even mad at wolfwood calling vash a monster cuz it must be fucking TERRIFYING but it still hurts :c

-you could...but youre not gonna

-"so yeah you cant be there for every problem in the pla- HOLD UP WHERE ARE YOU GOING"

-lmao meryl is like me fr

-this time i got most of the fight but i think we can all agree the mpv was the table

chap 3

-YEY LEGATO IN THE.....metal handbag?

-YES ELENDIRA FUCKING READ HIM

-OH MY GOD HES HERE HES HERE OH GOD NO

-i remember i was so confused i didnt realize THATS HIS FUCKING TONGUE

-also did double fang kill trail of death?

chap 4:

-OH I LOVE THIS SCENE SM. i also hate walking in a place with a shit ton of people

-YES IT IS BABY, THATS THE SAME CHILD YOU [so so redacted] WOOOOOOOOO (i love this chapter)

-oh...yeah that...oh

-"we cant survive without her power, neither can you" dude...dont...just dont

-ah yes. the hair. yeap. just a cool artistic decision. yeap.

-also i forgot how fucked up the last run was here

-oh he felt it, i saw that in his eye

-oh so he also went apeshit....ohhhhh. ok so if vash went apeshit cuz of a physical fight or flight reaction (I THINK) did knives go apeshit cuz of hate? the physical need to kill people in revenge? nice

-BRO WDYM "why not just end this crusade?" YOU JUST SAW WHY HE WOULD NEVER END IT

-oh that was his last straw. one thing is him being tricked by a human but that lie affecting his brother? the one thing he's trying to protect (yes ik he's not doing the greatest job at it) from humans? yeah no you gotta die

chap 5:

-NO. NO. NONONONONONON NOT THIS CHAPTER NO

-I HATE THE METAPHOR ALREADY (i love it. i want to yell at nightow my thoughts about it. i will never be normal about it)

-pls no. im begging you. pls dont make me read this again. this is when my sanity starts to break into little raggedy pieces of paper

-i just notices this change happens cuz he got HIS MEMORIES BACK WHAT IF I ENDED IT ALL

-i dont want to read anymore

-its just. so fucking hard. like ik we say hes jesus. but at the same time jesus never felt like that. jesus was born without sin but in vash's eyes he is full of sins and no one can forgive him. bro, honey, god would forgive you anything. you are his favorite im sure. but no matter the arguments for the allegory vash can never be jesus cuz he carries the pain of his "sins" everyday PLUS THE ONES FROM THE HUMANS. idk. im sad and tired. my baby. its ok i forgive you. and im sure rem forgives him. im sure. im sad

-anyway, back to the kinda normal thoughts

-also i think vash thinking he has to forgive himself is kinda flawed. like instead of forgiveness he has to accept what happened and i think those are different things. ofc yeah july was messed up but he never intended to do it. idk

-ANYWAY

-huh, those speakers look like eyes

-cant even swallow in misery in peace anymore lmao

-:c not the day drinking

-i think thats vash talking but yeah....nothing is easy for my guy. hes kinda right, better than crying ig...

-i prefer spike-isms but i will also take needle noggin-isms thank u

-that man can move in such unnatural ways *hears the uncanny vash people cheer at a distance*

-oof, the ptsd got meryl

-also the question is not whether vash was going to take the bullet or not, the real question is how hard does that question makes me cry

- SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUP

-OOF, i mean i 100% get meryl but OOF

-also YES THATS WHAT I FUCKING MEAN. AND I READ THIS ON [redacted] A FEW WEEKS AGO. THE BALANCE BETWEEN EXTREMES ITS JUST NULL, ITS NOT A COLOR AT ALL. his love and faith in humanity vs the pain they cause him...that balance creates a colorless emotion and IM SAD ABOUT IT.

-i hate that final page. i fucking hate milly protecting meryl from her memories while comforting her while protecting her from the rocks, i hate the people still insult vash even when he was long gone, i hate to see the children who saw the same thing as their parents try to convince them to stop because they know vash would never hurt people on purpose only to be ignored..and more than anything i hate vash apologizing for something he has no control over.

-ALSO I ALSO FEEL LIKE CRYING VASH-

[let it be on the record that i needed a minute to continue with the volume]

chap 6:

-OH NO IT STARTS

-"how could i have known?" youre telling me you spent years studying yourself and other plants and never saw one with black hair? really? (im not saying its a plot hole, im saying he was too distracted being a dick)

-so that was his imagination im assuming

-TESLA MENTION WE WIN

-OH GOD OH NO PLS GET ME OUT OF HERE NO PLS NOT THIS

-i love her dialogue with the funny glasses lmao, she really was the only mom ever

-oh..here come the tears

-oh right..they used to be like this

-oh...oh god

[weepylucifer]

for @electricpentacle​: 36: “Don’t move, it’ll be okay.”

Spoilers for Picard finale, proceed with caution!!

Hugh strongly disliked regeneration.

He was thankfully past that phase where he had to plug himself into a charger at night. He slept in a bed, like a person, now, and only some of his implants got plugged into anything. Still, blacking out for hours on end, surrendering control of his body to a daily fit of unconsciousness, made him vaguely uncomfortable at the best of times. He much preferred being up and about. So when he woke up with no memory of having gotten horizontal and a sudden, searing, encompassing pain coursing through him as he attempted to move, his mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, every xB’s nightmare. Oh shit, they’re scrapping me for parts.

He had to get out of here, wherever here was. He was not restrained. Foolish of them, giving Hugh a chance to escape. He tried to sit up - again the pain - but he had to be more than the pain - it drove tears to his eyes, wrung an animal sound from his throat, somewhere between a cry and a whimper - no time for that now -

Suddenly there was a shape blocking out the light, a silhouette, someone... and hands, hands on Hugh, not hurting, not yet, but restraining, pressing him back down.

Hugh wasn’t a fighter, hated the concept, but... rats, the Romulans called them, him and all the xB. Cornered, a rat would fight. Even though it hurt like a thousand red-hot needles, he brought his arm up to shield himself against the intruder. None of his remaining implants were weaponized (which was a good thing, Hugh barely knew which end of a phaser to point where) but he could kick and scratch and bite and

“Please, calm yourself,” urged a vaguely familiar voice above him. “Please, you’re hurting yourself. Shh. Don’t move, it’ll be okay.”

“You’re going to take me apart!” How was any of this okay?

“Oh... no, my friend, I’d never. I pledged myself to your cause.”

The word friend broke through the daze, that and how sincerely shocked the voice sounded. Hugh blinked, breathed, attempted to assess. His artificial eye was swimmy, only slowly coming back online. He tried to squint the natural one and discern the shape above him. He knew that person.

Ah. A lithe frame, long strands of hair, high cheekbones, the tips of pointed ears, concerned eyes peering down at him from under elegantly slanted eyebrows. Attractive, Hugh’s mind supplied, a useless assessment. Mouthy Romulan.

“Elnor?”

Elnor gave him a shaky smile. “You’re finally awake.”

With his vision clearing as pain ebbed away, Hugh looked from Elnor to his surroundings. He was in his own bed, in his own room. Oh yes, he had a bedroom on a Borg cube now. Living space carved out on a Borg cube, where no organic living was supposed to happen, was by nature sparse, impersonal, and Hugh’s attempts to make the room his own in the past had yielded... mixed results. There was his desk and work station, where he performed impromptu maintenance on his implants, there were pictures on the walls of his friends, (the crew from his original cube, the very first xBs, Geordi at their latest meeting), there was the little rainbow flag that Geordi had gifted him for his last naming day. Little touches of color against the oppressive dark of the walls, but Hugh liked to think he’d managed to impress his personality on the formerly Collective-dominated space.

How had he gotten here? Had Elnor... brought him here? But how would Elnor know where he lived?

Hugh noticed that Elnor was squeezing his hand. Rather tightly, too. “Where... what happened?”

Elnor’s eyes turned wide and distant as he was reliving the memory. “You got stabbed. The Zhat Vash agent...”

“Yes, yes. After.” Hugh remembered being stabbed. Remembered Narissa slaughtering his people, innocents, only just on the cusp of finding back to themselves. All that potential, so many healed and vibrant lives in potentia, snuffed out and tossed away like so much garbage. This was how they perceived his people. This was how they’d always treat his people. How’s that for a lost cause?

“Seven of Nine, she put you in a... she called it an alcove,” Elnor said. “For a while you stood and healed, like the inactive drones we saw. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Then she had me take you here. It’s better. You are crying.”

“Seven is here?” Hugh raised a hand - it was weak, it was trembling, he’d lost a lot of blood, apparently he’d brushed up against death - and wiped his eyes. He wanted to get to the bottom of what had transpired here, learn why Seven was here, how many xB had survived, what he could do next, how he could help next - but he also wanted to cry. To mourn those he’d failed to protect in any substantial way. A good cry can work wonders - that was one of the pithy Geordi wisdoms he’d gotten over the years. But he also wanted to move on already, to get back to work.

“How long was I out? What else was going on?”

Elnor cocked his head. The movement caused a strand of his hair to shift from its queue. So long, Hugh’s mind supplied. Nice to put my hands in there, potentially. He dismissed it. Individuality meant untidy thinking, sometimes. Thoughts drifted, got hung up on matters that were irrelevant.

“A lot,” Elnor was saying. “I think Soji almost destroyed the world, but then she reconsidered. The cube is stranded now. Picard was dead, but he’s now recovering. There are no more Zhat Vash here. I’m sorry, I don’t know how many xBs are still alive, but they’re attempting to fix everything here. The Synths over at the settlement have started talking to the Federation...”

“Hold on a moment.” Hugh raised a hand and waved it weakly. “Synths? Dr. Asha almost destroyed the world? They stranded the Artifact? Picard was dead? How did I miss all this?”

Elnor was still holding his other hand. Now he gave it a few pats, seemingly absentminded, not even noticing he was doing it. “You had to heal for a while. Seven says it was to be expected, since you’ve not been Borg for so long. But now you’re awake.” Elnor let out a long, shaky exhale. His shoulders slumped. Whatever had gone on lately, it was evident that Elnor had been through a lot. “Now you’re awake.”

“Hey now,” Hugh murmured, squeezing Elnor’s hand back briefly. The guy liked physical contact, right? Hugh seemed to remember this. He sat up a little - it was already much easier now - and reached out for a one-armed hug.

Elnor reciprocated with enthusiasm, throwing both arms around Hugh and holding on for dear life. It was a tight squeeze, and another burst of pain echoed through Hugh’s body, but it passed, and he appreciated all the rest of it. Elnor was a warm weight pressed against him, solid, grounding, comforting, and he even allowed Hugh to rest his head on his shoulder for a moment. This was a good hug.

Would be nice... him and me like this, Hugh thought. Would be nice to see if he kisses as good as he hugs. Need only move a slight bit... Again, there was very little telling where that had come from. Hugh shook his head and broke away from the immediate contact. Elnor’s arms slipped off him, resting to both sides of him on the bed, still close, still warm, still bracing.

“We should get going on,” Hugh said. “I should talk to Seven, find out what exactly I missed.”

Elnor nodded. “She stayed on the station. I can take you there. The Synths let us come and go as we please now.”

Synths, huh. Hugh flicked his eyes shut for a moment. He had opposed the Synth ban when it had happened, out of principle, even as the phrase Soong-type android was still, even all these years after Lore, liable to give him a tension headache.

“But I feel discomfort,” Elnor continued. Ah, something something absolute candour.

Hugh tried to shift away from him. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Not with you,” Elnor clarified. “But today... these previous days have been... so much. And I felt wonder, and joy, and fear, and grief, and I thought you were dead, and we all almost died, and Picard actually died, although he’s doing much better already. And it’s a long walk from here to the station and I’m not sure you can do it yet. And I’d like to... sit, here, if that’s okay. We can still go later, right?”

Hugh raised an eyebrow. “You’d like to... just sit here?”

Elnor nodded. “Please. I like to see... I pledged myself to you, and it’s good to see you alive. I like to look... at you.” This truth came haltingly, with Elnor’s eyes downcast in what seemed like sudden shyness.

Hm, Hugh thought, filing that observation away for later. “Not much to look at here, but sure. We can take a moment.”

Somehow, their hands had enjoined again.

[sun-flower-siren]

Behind the Mask pt.5

Hi again! I’ve got some stuff to tell you this time!

So, just to start off, this chapter does have some trigger warnings! If you don’t feel comfortable with reading about a little bit of torture?? i don’t actually know how to properly tag it if you have a better word or way to tag burning, let me know so I can fix it), but we’re gonna find out what happened to Marvin’s eyes.

Also a lot of angst, but I’m sure you’ve already figured that bit out.

Another thing I’m gonna say just for the sake of you guys not being confused, I’ve got flashbacks/past events in italics!! Also, Marvin’s thoughts are in bold.

It’s another long chapter since I’m not updating daily, but I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“So, tell me everyzhing, Jackie.”

13 Years Ago

The City was dark today. Darker than normal, anyway.. It always seemed so grey and dull with the cloud of smog constantly clinging to the sky. Of course, the people didn’t help either. But it was darker to Marvin… he missed his brother.

Marv, just a kid, wandered through the streets, watching everyone around him. So much grey and brown covered the town. He was sick of it. He wanted some color. He wanted some red.

He loved red.

He missed his brother.

Marvin didn’t know exactly what happened to him. One day Chase was there, the next he was gone. It wasn’t unusual or anything—people died, people got sick and went away. But every once in a while, someone just….vanished. There was nothing wrong with Chase. He’d been healthy. Marvin was always the sick one…

Marvin held in a sneeze the best he could as he trudged the dismal dirt roads. He sniffled after failing, wiping his nose on his dirty sleeve. He eventually made it back into the house he and Chase lived in. It was really quiet without him. Of course, it had been like this for about a month now.

Maybe he found a way out.

Yeah, that’s what Marvie kept telling himself.

What if *he* found him?

Marvin didn’t want to think about that. Their leader  was known for being even more cruel than the police force. Marv didn’t know why someone so evil was in charge; he wished he could just forget about his life. He sighed to himself, pulling his bit of bread out of his pocket. He didn’t know what to do with the other half—he always split it with Chase.

Marv looked around the empty room, particularly at the old mattress on Chase’s side of the room. After finishing his bread, he slowly moved himself over to sit on said mattress. He hadn’t slept on his own side of the room for a week. But… wait.

Something was different this time.

There was something lumping up the bottom corner of the mattress. He slowly pulled the corner back—the mattress was ancient and soft enough that it just rolled like a piece of paper—and stared at the little jar that had randomly appeared. It was a glass jar, but the glass was black.

Marvin pulled it to his lap, staring at the jar.

What was inside?

Where did it come from?

He shrugged it off and opened the jar, eyes widening when he saw the contents. Red paint.

Red paint?

He dipped his finger in and back out, staring at his now red fingertip in awe. Had this jar been there this whole time? Why would Chase have had red paint?

Marvin pulled his sleeve back with his fourth and fifth fingers, then smoothed the paint from his finger onto his wrist. He grinned a little to himself, pulling out more paint and making a red design all the way up his arm.

He didn’t remember falling asleep like that.

Not until it was too late.

“I didn’t know he would paint himself with it… Chase worked so hard to make the paint for him and just wanted him to have it so bad… I couldn’t tell him no, Doc. He was just a kid..” Jackie sighed.

Henrik did end up bringing the liquor back out. Jackie had a higher tolerance than most of them, anyway. He poured another shot in both their teacups.

“Could he not vash zhe paint off?”

“No… There’s a shift once a month that we have to do a midnight patrol.. And that… it wasn’t my night. One of the others found him. And the people around town were talking about how his eyes glowed sometimes. How he looked like me. They were figuring him out… the paint was just the last straw, I guess.”

Marv was scared. He was terrified. Nothing good came from being dragged to the capitol first thing in the morning.

“So, think you can break the law, huh? Just cos you’re a kid?” an officer spat at him, grabbing Marv by his hair.

The boy yelped, trying to push his hands away, but the brute had too strong a grip on him. Marvin still struggled to get away. Until…

What was that hissing?

Marvin paused in his useless flailing to try to crane his neck toward the sound. Another man in black was carrying an iron pot at his left side, holding it as far from his body as he could manage. Whatever was making that popping, sizzling sound was in that pot.

A slimmer officer strolled up in front of Marvin, leaning down to look him in his tear-welled eyes.

“You like colors so much, you little shit? Maybe now they’ll be all you see,” he sneered.

Jackie paused again. He wanted to cry, but… Maybe he had just cried himself dry. Maybe he didn’t have any tears left. He felt numb at this point. He took in a last shaky breath.

“I took that hot oil and poured it across his eyes. I don’t know how he wasn’t completely blinded… but… then the others took him inside.”

Marvin couldn’t focus. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. Well, his eyes had swollen shut. He’d shut them as tight as he could when he knew what was happening.

He thought he was moving or… well… being moved. He wasn’t sure, though. He couldn’t focus well enough. His ears were ringing.

A voice.

Two voices.

Then one again.

“Look at me.”

He wasn’t sure why that came so clearly. But he couldn’t.

“Did I stutter, you shit?” It was angry.

Marvin tried his best to force his eyes open, and the stinging hell forced the numbness away. He cried out, giving up on that. He thought he could hear footsteps.

The original voice was closer now, and the door opening and closing filled his ears. Marvin was shaking, but the numbness was starting to return. He felt fuzzy, like he was going to pass out. He wanted to just sleep. He really wanted to wake up and this all be a nightmare. He just wanted Chase back.

“I said fucking l͟͜ớ͞o͏͢͠k̢ a҉̨̢t̶͘͠ ̢̕m̷ę!”

Marvin cried harder as he felt fingers shove into his cheeks and eyebrows, forcing his eyelids apart. He took in ragged breaths, wheezing and whining in between half-sobs. He couldn’t see anything. He knew his eyes were open. He knew very well that his eyes were open.

The voice, though… It was rough and scratchy… Like this man hadn’t had a drink in two weeks. And oddly… separated? Like it wasn’t just one person.

He should have known.

“Hell͡͡o̡,” the voice sang. “Oh, you c̀an'͟t ͠s͜ee͏ me can you? That’s too  ̶b̷a͟d̕..̨.”

Ḭ̶̼̥ͅ'͖̳̘̥̺̻̀l̵̗͖l̴̘ ͎̹̮̘h̛̬a̢v̩̹̹͕̱e̻̥͕̞͖̖͘ ̧̘̰ͅt̷̫̣o͓̻͔͍̯̦̣ ͇̜͓̩́f̵̰i͍̳̗̖̜̰̠x̹̞͍ ͓̙̠̘̺̣͘t̹̰͉̥̫̥h͉̪̻̣̦̥̟a̴͈̞t̫̫͉̀,̜̺͙͜ ̪̖̹̱ͅw̺̟o҉̮̼͔̲̖͎ͅn̞̟̮̗̩'͚̥͓͇̘͖̤͝t̜ ̸I?̝̰̕

 Marvin didn’t hear that. He knew that the man said it, but he didn’t physically hear it.

I̷'҉m ̵in yo͢ur̶ mįnd n͡òw͞,̷ ͞M͢a̕rvi͟e̶ b̷̧͇̗̰͉̠̘͚̭̣͈͖͇͜͟͝ǫ̶͡҉͈͉̻͎͔͎̩̩̳̣y͟͡҉̴̧̮̣͖͉

Marv was terrified. He tried to back away from this… whatever it was. But he ended up tripping over his own feet and hitting his back.

“W-Who are you?”

For some reason, a face showed up in his head. It was a man with dark brown hair and a maniac smile. He had dark veins and… his eyes… One was just black, sclera and all. Just unending oily black… The other, though, was blue but… The white of his eye was tinted a sickly green.

M͠y ̛n̵̸͟a͜m͞e ̨͢i͝s̸̨̨ ̶̷̨Ś̨̕ea̶͢n.

Marvin woke with a start, gasping for air and heart racing. He knew he’d had a nightmare. He didn’t remember much about it, though. But he would never forget those eyes. He restarted the phonograph and laid back once again.

The doctor held a hand up to silence Jackie, listening as the music started again. These walls were enough that Marvin wouldn’t hear them but he wanted to be sure that the youngest ego was still in his room. When he was sure, Henrik let his hand back down.

“Zo you don’t know vhat happened in zhere?”

“No, Doc. Nobody but him knows what happened when he went inside the capitol. If he remembers… That kind of trauma… He did forget a lot of things.”

“Like Chase?”

Jackie stared at his feet. “Yeah, like Chase.”

The doctor sighed after a long silence.

“Jackie, you must forgive yourself. You chose zhe oil so nobody vould realize he was an ego, correct? To change his face? Und if it vas too soon to get him out of zhe City, i zhink you did vhat you zhought vas best. Horrible as it may be, you did zhe right zhing.”

Jackie cracked a half smile, though he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to forgive himself.

The next morning was louder than breakfast usually was. Jack and Marvin were making pancakes while Henrik, Jackie, and Chase all sat at the table chatting away. Every once in a while, the doctor would notice a morose glance from Jackie, but he never let it stay long. Chase was too busy catching him up with stories of all the cool little toys he’d been making. He was close to one that flew.

Suddenly, though, Chase paused and leaned back to listen into the kitchen. When he was sure the others were too busy to pay attention to him, he continued his animated story and slipped a paper-wrapped parcel toward the doctor.

‘Already?’ the doctor mouthed to him. He’d expected it to take longer.

Chase merely smiled and nodded.

The doctor could hardly contain his joy, and he definitely couldn’t contain his smile. He immediately immediately undid the string tying it together and lifted the paper. They were perfect. He only hoped that they would really help, but he wouldn’t be sure until Marvin tried them. He tucked them into his pocket, smiled still plastered all over his face.

“Go on, Doc. I’ll be here a couple more days,” Jackie coaxed him.

The good doctor stood quickly, fixing his jacket and striding into the kitchen.

“Marvin? Vould you come vith me a moment, please?”

Marvin glanced over his shoulder at the doctor, then went back to Jack.

“Can you handle this for a bit, Jack?” he asked, flipping a perfect pancake with the skillet.

Jack noticed the way the doctor’s eyes were lit up and he knew. Of course, he’d been in Chase’s room the last night helping him interpret the doctor’s writing. So he knew that the glasses were finished.

“I’ll be fine!”

Marvin nodded to him, following the doctor back toward the… stairs? He was surprised when they stopped in the stairwell landing.

“What’s up?”

“I hav somezhing for you, but.. close your eyez. Surprise.”

Marvin gave him a skeptical stare, but did as he was asked. It was odd that Schneep would have a gift for him… Actually, it wasn’t.

Schneep had given him all the books he wanted, he’d given him Jackie’s mask… Schneep was even the one that suggested putting the phonograph and a few records in Marvin’s room. It wasn’t unusual at all. Marvin supposed it was the way he was going about it.

Marvin couldn’t help but smile as he waited. Of course he was excited, and he could tell the doctor was excited. That was a rare sight, an actually oddity.

Schneeplestein wondered, knowing what he did now, how Marvin found it in him to be so trusting. He wondered how Marvin kept smiling.

Marv felt the mask being pulled off his face gently, to be replace with a weight on the bridge of his nose and his ears. He reflexively scrunched.

“Alright, und open.”

Gasp! Did the glasses work??? We’ll find out next time!

Also, I’m sorry this chapter is so long! I was gonna end it earlier, but I didn’t feel right leaving you with all that angst! Cute things to come, I promise!

Thanks for reading!

@poddlelover162

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