3000 posts!
the fuck? how? i reblog too much i think… because there’s no way in hell i’ve posted that much without reblogs.
anyway nobody cares but i guess i’m posting this
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Feat. Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede.
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I like fanon and I can enjoy it but like with all those "Tim Drake, the poor little wet cat, gets thrown into another universe and he's adopted cus no one in his universe loves him 🥺" fics are cool and all but it be more canon complaint I'd have to be like "Tim Drake goes through the multiverse to get a moment alone cus he's got so many people that are around him 24/7" he's got super friends, he's got civilian friends, he's got villain friends, he's got villains that are interested in him, he's got bats and other related heros. He'd willing jump into a portal to another universe to get some time to work on a project or something.
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;; @needlenxggin || Plotted Starter for Music Artist AU.
Nicholas had been having a rough patch recently. Well, his whole life, but recent events certainly hadn’t helped. He had been trying his hand at College, though everyone kept telling him he wouldn’t make it. He’s heard that one before though. He always pushed himself to prove that he was more than some orphan from some no-name town. He could make something of himself. That was why he moved here with his best friend, Livio. They were going to make something together.
Then there was the accident.
Some dumbass thinks having a few drinks and he can drive no problem. Well, that asshole ended up totaling his car, putting himself into a coma and taking Livio with him. Nico’s spare time was often spent at the hospital, visiting Livio and making small conversation. Lately he’d been quietly playing music for him, hoping it would stir him or something stupid. He had gotten into this artist -- Vash. The guy was pretty decent and his stuff was meant to be uplifting. He thought maybe it would help.
And it did, at least, it helped him.
When he saw the posting on social media that this artist was going to be at a local pub in a few weeks doing a pop up show? He double checked to make sure there were no tickets to buy or anything. “Damn Liv...looks like I can meet that artist I showed you,” he looked over to the man that lay in the hospital bed. Machines beeping and whirring as they kept him alive and monitored, a sight that Nico had unfortunately grown too used to, and he hated it. “Maybe I can get him to sign something for ya...” He stood up, coming over to the bed to look down at his friend. “I should go. Got a paper that isn’t gunna write itself...Hang in there, ok?” He reached up to brush some of his hair, looking at the pale face that had been hidden.
God, he wished he could kick the ass of the man who did this.
The weeks went by, Nicholas working on papers and assignments for college. He had nearly forgotten about the event entirely until a reminder notification popped up on his phone. He would have to thank his past self for that.
He went straight from school to the pub, hoping to slip in before the rush, but there was already a mess of people there. Everyone was waiting, the pub alive with the chatter of young faces. He caught a few of the conversations and chuckled. Guy was a looker, of course he had so many people swooning over him.
He got himself some food and a beer, sitting relatively close to the stage for when the show began. Honestly, when Vash came out, Nico was expecting to find that the guys pictures were doctored in some way, but here he was looking exactly like his renditions online. At least he was honest.
He watched the show, smirking at those who cheered at the lyrics for particular songs, or for an encore. He did clap at the end before it was time to get in line. File through the masses to get a chance to meet this would-be artist. “Hey,” he greeted when he got to the front and it became his turn. He looked at Vash, giving a nod. “You did good up there. You have a good voice. God, I can’t imagine singing like that. I probably sound like a frog...” He sifted out something from his bag, presenting a photo to Vash. It was him and Livio in some mountain setting. They both looked happy, like they were having a good time. “I was hoping you could sign the back of that? Maybe put one of your cheesy inspirational lines..?” he smirked, “I get it though if you only autograph your work though..”
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