little ghost watches the sunset
[ID: a watercolour painting of a bedsheet-style ghost sitting on a hill covered in purple flowers and watching a sunset. The ghost leans with their back against a tree, and holds a purple flower in their hand. Hills in the distance and that the ghost sits on are painted in shades of teal, and the sunset is in shades of yellow, red, and purple. The artist's signature reads @ watercolour critters. End ID.]
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endless love!
[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.
Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]
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oh right WIP Wednesday. I was gonna do this last week but I forgot. Here's some of the fae!Price baby fic I keep plugging away at
“You starting your period?”
You shake your head with a sigh. “No, that’s the new moon, we’re going into a full moon.” It would make sense if that were what was happening, your body loses magic as it sheds blood, but you’re a little late in the month for your period to be starting. Actually you should have gotten it a few weeks ago during the new moon.
“You didn’t bleed for the new moon.” Price states, the fact dawning on both of you. You’re very, very late. Something in Price’s face changes, his brows draw together, his jaw tight where he’s clenching his teeth, his eyes dart over you. His fingers clench and unclench, like he’s trying to decide what to do with his hands as you stare unseeing at some fixed point on his chest. “I’ll make some tea.” He says, breaking or perhaps stoking the tension in the small bathroom.
“John,” You grab for him when he turns towards the door, something dark and panicked in your chest. It snaps against the lights over the sink, and one of them pops. You flinch away from the burst, covering your head from the shower of sparks and glass. You try to stop the shiver that’s starting to take over your muscles, the bone deep shaking of anxiety.
Price’s arm hovers over you, shielding you from the explosion. His eyes are wide, the ice in them darting over you anxiously, checking for injury. You grab hold of his wrist, your grip tight and nervous, the pit in you gnaws at the contact, an open maw that reminds you too much of a cuckoo. A wide mouth, eager to push other chicks out of the nest.
“How could this happen?” You whisper, it shouldn’t have you’ve never heard of witches and fae… You’d have thought you were incompatible enough to prevent something like this.
“Probably all the unprotected sex,” Price quips, unhelpful, you smack his arm.
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