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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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I am sorry... But Knives with a reader who also can play piano! I just imagine them playing together how he used to play with Vash... This idea lives rent free in my head now.

Btw! I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! 💓💓💓💓💓

Ugh! I got a really good idea with this one out of my own hopeless romantic self. This was very self indulgent but I hope that it's to your liking.

Needing Love --- Millions Knives

SUMMARY: You find yourself longing for the touch of another, someone to take your lonely soul and bring you the comfort of being loved. Knives brings you this offer.

Late into the night, you find yourself waking from your bed unrestful, your heart aching. You're not sure why or what caused this ache to start spreading inside your chest but it calls to you. Pulling the blanket from your body you wrap it around your shoulders, tying it back like a cape. They're stark white, Naï seems to favor this color in anything, it suits him.

Swinging your legs over the bed you raise to your feet, the cold floor makes you shudder, it's utterly silent. Everyone would be home by now, asleep, or in Naï's case busy with something else. Hopefully he won't hear you meddling with his piano, that's your goal. You've played since a young age, it's a passion that you cling to dearly in this new life of yours. Naï has a passion for it as well, he plays in your company often, composing beautiful pieces that tug at your emotions. This time you stride towards the bench, blanket swaying behind you like an elegant cape. Splaying it over the back, you settle down and pull up the key cover.

Tonight, a saddening tune pulls at your hands, it raises your fingers to the keys and burns in your chest. Swallowing thickly, you press down the first keys. They bellow out into the spacious room, daring to be heard by those who stay near, crying to be noticed. It's slow starting, your hands almost scared to truly portray the ache in your heart and the longing in your soul. A longing that begs to be held by another, one that cries to feel the arms of another cradling you, to be loved whole. It carries out the keys, fading the room around you from existence as you play. It's nothing but you and your aching music.

Naï hears the first key strike, he falls quiet, waiting to hear the noise again. What follows is clearly from his piano. It's solemn and sad, the keys as the belt into the open air and through the walls. Curious to find his phantom player, he pushes open the door of the lab and makes his way to the piano room. The keys are much louder from here and just across the way he can see his open bedroom door, you must have ventured out not too long ago.

Grabbing the handle he pushes open the door and steps in unheard, he can see you sitting at the piano, the blanket from his bed draped over your shoulders and over the beck of the bench. Your hands are dancing along the keys, moving elegantly and seamlessly. From the songs he learned and the ones he's made, this is clearly not either. It's the first time he's ever heard something as soul wretching as this. Despite such a sad song, a smile creeps onto his face, Naï feels proud knowing he picked a human who could play Piano. He never knew you could until now but it makes his heart sing.

Stepping forward into the room silently, he gently places a hand upon your shoulder, you jump under the sudden touch. The keys abruptly stop before the carry on through Naï's hands. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him play with a fond look in his eyes, you expected him to rip you away, yell at you. Instead he calmly took a seat by your side and carried on where you left off. You watch him, frozen in awe, it was impressive that he could play what you made on the spot by ear. He elbowed you, his eyes gesturing to the piano, like he was asking you to keep playing. Heat fills your cheeks as you cast your gaze back on the piano, placing your hands delicately and begin to play.

Naï plays your former piece on the lower notes while you tie together a higher set of notes that recalls the pain of hopeless romanticism. The melody dances along your skin, seeping its way into your heart before Naï's hands begin crossing yours to press keys. He doesn't disrupt the flow, he simply moves around you and back before getting in the way.

The warmth by your side melts away the aching sadness that had built up in your chest, a faint smile tugs at your lips and the song takes a turn. The warmth begins to play into the keys, your show on likeness for Naï really pushing the idea of hopeless romanticism out the way. Even though you know he'll never hold you the you hope, or do the things you want to do as a couple, you know that he cares.

When the song came to an end you weren't quite sure what to say for yourself but Naï beat you to it. "That was beautiful, I had no idea you could play." His hand finds yours, gently intertwining your fingers. "Why so sad at the start?" His brows knit tightly together with worry and he leans forward to get a better look at your face. This was certainly a side of Naï that you've yet to see.

You lower your haze to his hand in yours. "I was sad and I couldn't sleep." With his other hand, he presses a finger underneath your chin to lift your head. "Why were you sad?"

He never seemed to care before, this was definitely a start. "Can I be honest?" You finally look him in the eyes, he nods. You find yourself at a loss for words, only a moment ago your feelings were splayed out for anyone close by to hear, portrayed perfectly. Now you don't know where to begin.

"I just... Feel like I'm not getting the love that I need. You know. At night I think about the ways I wish I was held, the things I want to hear, and the way I want to be loved and I know that it's just not possible. No one can cater to all your needs, no, but I just want to feel love. I'd feel selfish asking anyone for that but I want it so bad." The ache in your chest begins to rise and you can feel the neglect settling in again, you hate this feeling, the longing for a warmth you've yet to receive.

Naï suddenly stands from the bench and tugs you with him, he towers over you in height, his bright blue eyes captivating you instantly. If angels were real he'll fit the description, from the fair skin to the bright blonde hair. Even down to the way his hand slides against the small of your back, pressing your body flush against his. He's unrealistically warm against you, an extra factor to his nonhuman traits.

His voice is low and soft. "Is this how you wanted to be held?"

Your heart flutters and your face flushes. He's staring at you so intently as he waits for an answer, you're almost unable to open your mouth and form an appropriate response.

"Yes. It is." The corners of his lips twitch up into an endearing smile. "Good. I intend to show you that as a plant, romantically, I can do so much more for you than any human." His words are genuine, as he takes your hand in his again, leading you from the piano room and back to his room. "Allow me to fulfill what you've been craving, you'll find that I satisfy your every need my flower."

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triplesilverstar · 6 months

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Day 28

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vampire Vash X F!Reader, Priest Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vampire Vash X F!Reader X Priest Wolfwood, Vampire Vash X Priest Wolfwood

CW: Penetrative sex, Clothed sex, Feeding, blood drinking, penis in vagina sex, Cock warming, voyeurism, mind control, panic attacks, bond mates, hand job, Blow job, spit roast, cream pie, cum shot, facial, weird prayers

Word count: 3159

A/N: Day 28, The final part of the Priest Wolfwood and Vampire Vash trilogy, you can read part one here and part two here.

It doesn’t take long for you and Vash to find a rhythm. Both in the aspect of keeping him alive with feeding from you and in the bedroom. Things you once thought of as a sin are long gone, Vash showing you the world in a way as you finish healing and start working around the castle more.

While your sleep schedule was certainly off from what it used to be, the reward for the change was well worth it in your opinion. Even if one night Vash was wondering why you were still out in the garden and one look at you and he promptly fell over onto his side laughing at you covered in muck. You had lost track of time in your goal of replanting a few seedlings, though his laughter hadn’t lasted too long before you were both covered in muck and in your case, a load of his cum dripping from your thighs.

It was, pleasant. Enjoying the freedom that came with being able to be yourself and while Vash had been right that you didn’t have too many to treat in his castle, the way the inhabitants treated you was entirely different. They treated you like a person, not some heathen woman to try and chase out of the grounds. Giggling behind your hand one evening unaware as Vash watched from the shadow as you tended one of the older servants who burned her hand. Having just been told how you were such a sweet dearie before she left, you just smiled more when you felt the loose fabric of his shirt wrap around you and the point of his nose pressing against the side of your face.

“Are you happy my little witch?”

Grinning and wrapping both of your hands around his forearm watching as the woman slipped away. “I am, my handsome lord.” Feeling just as much hearing the snort from him, knowing how much Vash hates you referring to him as such.

A kiss is pressed to the corner of your lip before he releases you, walking around to drop into the seat across from you and taking one of your hands. You always find it interesting how he’s so careful with your hands, the point of his long fingers tracing along your own. “I hate when you call me that.”

“You know I do it because it bothers you.” Curling your digits to interlock your hands to press your lips to the back of his knuckles making him chuckle as you feel the cool dry skin. “Now. What can I do for you?” Trying to keep your tone light as you tease him, from the pallor of his cheeks you know he hasn’t been awake for very long.

A long sigh watching you, and you just shake your head in response, your free hand reaching up for the high collar of your shirt. “I hate this part too.” Tumbling from his mouth with enough venom lacing it that you’d be afraid it was directed at you if you weren’t more aware. You know what he needs and you’re happy to provide what you can for him.

It doesn’t take long to push the fabric to the side and tilt your head allowing for easier access to your neck, you still find yourself getting used to the sensation as Vash slots his mouth over your sensitive skin and bites down the haze of pleasure over taking your senses.

“That’s it Vash, take what you need.” Voice soft as you cup the side of his face while he drinks from you, shivering ever so slightly before he pulls away licking his lips. “Did you get enough?” Sometimes he stays attached far longer, but tonight has been a short drink that still leaves a dampness forming in your core.

Watching him nod, and you reach with a cloth for the corner of his mouth to remove the specks of red from his darkening countenance. “I know I brought you here with this in mind, to feed from you and… well.” As he trails off you just smile, running your fingers along the side of his face and along his cheekbone pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. Glasses he wears to hide his glowing eyes behind, even if everyone in the castle knows what he is.

“Vash, it’s alright. We’re getting there, these things don’t happen overnight.” Closing the distance to kiss him, the light tang of copper an undertone as your lips massage his. You’ve gotten a lot better at the whole kissing thing since you arrived.

Vash responds with a light hum, before pushing his mouth harder against yours, angling your head back more to change the way your lips ghost against one anothers. His hand reaches up to cup the side of your face tenderly before he pulls away watching you through narrowed lust blown eyes. “It is strange, I went to find you because of rumors of a witch. Then when I saw you I knew you weren’t a real one, but I wanted to save you. You reminded me of my human mother, she was killed because the town we lived in before I was turned thought she was a witch as well.”

You aren’t sure how you feel about reminding him of his mother and you see his eyes flicker briefly before speaking again. “I didn’t want another innocent to die because humans are fools.” Leaning in once more, Vash trailing his lips along the edge of your chin before going for a deeper, more insistence kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip and you happily open your mouth to tangle your tongue with against his. Tongues swirling and you taste more copper this time, humming yourself.

Your hands reach down to his lap, feeling the firmness of his cock under the confines of his pants stroking him while his own hands are reaching for your hips. Squealing as he lifts you up and away from him before turning you “warm me up?” Whispered against the back of your head as he places you on all fours in front of him.

A rather silly question as you grin, hearing the snaps of his pants being undone, feeding from you always has the dual effect of providing him sustenance and leaving you both in a state of arousal. “Always.” A low chuckle from him as your skirt is pushed away, feeling his breath wash over your pussy lips before he licks your sex. A noise of appreciation at how wet you are, a few more licks as he spreads your wetness before blowing across the damp skin making you shiver. Shuffling and you practically purr as Vash presses the head of his cock against you, a tap to your clit making more wetness pump from inside of your pussy before he sinks into your tight heat.

The sensation of him filling you always leaves you breathless swallowing as your skin flushes from the actions of his hips slowly working his dick inside you. Spreading your fingers against the rug under you as Vash keeps one hand on your hip, the other rubbing along the swell of your ass. “You always take me so well.” He praises as he shifts his hips adding to the pressure building in your core.

Once you feel his hips firmly against your backside he stills, enjoying the spasming and twitching of your walls as you encompass his length while his hand keeps moving tracing nonsense patterns into the plump flesh. “You look so perfect like this, on your knees warming me up. Such a good little witch you are.” A light swat to your ass and you moan, clenching around him.

“Perhaps tonight you’ll get an extra reward for being so good.” As he sets a steady pace you find your head rolling forward tongue sticking out through parted lips, enjoying the pleasure he’s giving you. Every throb of his cock makes you shiver as it sends a tingle along your spine from sensitive walls. A thin line of drool forms at the corner of your mouth as the sound of skin on skin grows louder around the two of you. A long low moan when he shifts the angle of his thrusts once more and he hits that spot inside you that makes everything tighten in response.

“Now that’s a sight I didn’t think I’d come home to. Not that I’m complaining.” Head whipping upwards at the voice coming from the doorway with a hint of familiarity, and you want to pounce body going stiff at the man watching the two of you fuck since Vash hasn’t slowed.

“It took you a while to get home, Nicholas.” A growl follows Vash’s words as you stare at the priest from your village, the priest that had almost resulted in you dying tied to a wooden pyre.

“You! You Bastard!” Screaming at him, feeling your rage rising in you but you don’t get to act on it as Vash moves. A hand wrapping around your throat to cradle the soft skin while his chest presses your back against the floor, his lips beside your ear.

“Shush my little witch.” Vash doesn’t stop his hips from moving, but his speed has picked up as he plunges into your core. “Nicholas was just doing as he was told. Even if it did take him longer than expected to return to us.”

A tsk from the priest as you feel your attention divided between the two men, Vash making your body feel thick and hazy as your orgasm nears. Watching the priest known as Nicholas place the giant cross so it’s leaning against one of the walls of the room before removing part of his robe and you see his muscular neck. A similar pattern along one side that is slowly growing on your own from feeding Vash. “I would have been home sooner if you had come to get me as we planned.”

“I was preoccupied with the recovery of our little witch. You allowed them to go too far in almost killing her.” You can hear the desperation in his voice as Vash almost growls while still plowing your insides.

“You were taking too long to get there! That was your fault Vash.” Feeling your head spin in time to the twitching of your core as you try to follow the conversation. “I couldn’t delay the town any longer after they saw the little lamb leave the church.”

Body numb you speak as your arousal starts to ebb at the fear gripping your soul “Did. Did the two of you plan for them to almost kill me?” Tears spring to your eyes as Vash stops moving, his rock-hard cock pressing against the deepest parts of you and twitching.

The hand at your throat moves, and Vash pulls you upright so you’re speared on his dick and sitting on his lap while he peppers the side of your face in tender kisses. “Oh, my sweet little witch. They were going to kill you regardless, so I took measures to ensure they would think you were taken by a monster and never look for you. With Nicholas’s help, he started the process of making you mine, our third partner. I just wanted you to survive.” A low whine in his throat and you feel a few tears fall on your skin.

As his words sink in your heart clenches, does that mean he was the one who made you do all those terrible things? That invaded your thoughts at night, made you think you had been going insane? “Yes. It was me.” The panic growing inside of you as he answers, and you’re surprised when a rougher hand is placed along the side of your face tilting you to look at the priest Nicholas.

“Hush little Lamb. I told you our lord would save you, you just needed to have faith. That town was going to kill you regardless, they wanted you gone. You’re so much safer here with us.” Something about his voice is drawing you in, just like in the church and a sense of ease washes over you again as his fingers trail down your face to the side of your neck. His eyes narrow as he looks at something before turning his attention back to Vash. “You haven’t been feeding enough from her, are you trying to get us killed Vash?”

What? What is he talking about? Nicholas’s hand leaves your face, and you hear a tearing sound tilting your head. You can see more of Vash’s skin than ever before and it shocks you. Covered in scars, some thicker than your wrist on his pale body. “If you die because of the bond you take the two of us with you now. Idiot. You need to eat more.”

Watching with fascination as Nicholas grabs Vash’s head and forces his mouth over his thick neck. “Take what you need, you dumbass.” From just under him you hear the rumble of his chest before Vash’s head moves at an unnatural angle and you hear Nicholas hiss before it turns to a moan watching his eyes flutter.

In the turmoil of the last few moments you almost forgot Vash was still inside of you, but now that he’s feeding you can feel his hips starting to move and a sense of euphoria is washing over you the arousal you had been feeling returning full force.

Panting as Vash rolls his hips slowly building that fire in your core once more, lost in a daze as Nicholas grabs your hand and places it on his crotch. His larger hand engulfs yours as he starts to stroke his own stiff cock with your smaller palm, moaning as you add your other hand the confusion leaving in the haze of your arousal.

“That’s it little lamb, once our master is full we’re going to finish what we started in the church” gasping in your hold while Vash keeps drinking from Nicholas. “Going to make you ours.” His words make you tighten around Vash as he grinds against your ass the tip of his cock almost painfully hard against your womb.

Pulling his mouth away from Nicholas’s tender skin you see the crimson dripping down Vash’s mouth and it makes your belly tighten in delight. He looks like some kind of ethereal being with his eyes glowing and looking almost monstrous, not that you would ever voice it. Licking his lips, Vash repositions you so you’re back on all fours and he starts rutting away at your core voice deeper. “You’re both mine, and I intend to keep it that way.”

Nicholas is shuffling in front of you using his hand to stroke his freed flesh now that you’re on your knees once more, your body being pushed forward and back by the movement of the dick plundering your core. “Open your mouth little Lamb.” With the sight of the weeping cock in front of you, the tip dark and moist with his arousal you part your lips and stick out your tongue. Sighing at the weight of him as he places his head in your mouth, pressing downwards so you can taste the saltiness coating him. “Such an obedient little thing you are. Now wrap those pretty lips around me and suck.”

Using your hands to keep yourself stable you do just that, lips closing around his warm flesh and starting to suckle at him while Vash is grunting behind you, his movements pushing you along Nicholas’s length. You won’t be able to reach his base, not the way Vash has you held in his grasp his long fingers digging into your hips while he bucks into your pliant body. So Nicholas wraps his own hand around the rest of his cock, using the drool coming from your mouth and coating his length to glide his palm in time with your lips. “Good girl” You barely hear his voice over the noises Vash is making his hips moving almost impossibly fast now chasing that high he wants.

“Nicholas” grounding out from him “I’m soon going to paint my seed within her tight walls, feels as if she wants to milk me.”

“A side effect of the bond, even if you don’t feed directly from her she feels the pang of desire I feel.” Nicholas’s free hand is in your hair, gripping the strands loosely as more spit drips down your chin moaning in enjoyment. You can see he’s trying to hold himself back from bucking his hips into your face, trying to keep a measure of control as you suck him. “I’m close as well.” His words trailing away into a moan of his own and his eyelids flutter, the taste of salt growing in your mouth.

“Finish on her face Nicholas” a command you weren’t expecting Vash to make and you whimper in disappointment while Nicholas chuckles.

“Of course my master.” A hand on the side of your face to keep you still as his cock is pulled from your mouth, the tip hitting your swollen lips making you sigh, a long strand of saliva connecting you as he pulls away.

Moving his hand faster and you start to pant feeling Vash jerking his hips in tandem with the movement of Nicholas’s hand and the fire in your core is ready to explode. Walls fluttering like mad around Vash’s thick dick as he’s thrusting harder into you.

“My Master” Nicholas starts, his hand almost a blur now in front of you. “Let us pray, for this woman to be reborn into a new life by our side.” Gasping as Vash is pistoning inside you harder now, your arms struggling to keep you upright with the onslaught of his hips. “The third side of our own trinity.” Hissing through his teeth, you feel Vash slam into you with enough force to make you gasp, the air forced from your lungs as his cock floods your insides with warmth at the same time Nicholas is spurting his release over your face. Parting your lips and letting some of the warm strands land across your tongue, closing your eyes as more and more cum is sprayed on your face.

“By salt and fire,” the final words whispered before Nicholas leaned back almost boneless on his haunches and Vash slumped over your body, sending you both to the floor in a mass of tangled limbs. A buzzing growing around the base of your skull, almost like someone is speaking but you can’t make out the words.

“You’re mine now, forever” Vash groans into your back, his cock still spasming inside you. “As your life feeds mine, mine strengths yours, the three of us will be together for eternity.”

Blissed out of your mind you chuckle, moving one of your arms to rest your face against. “Sounds nice.”

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lost-technology · 3 months

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A Century-Old Cookbook

Ace Trigun Week Prompt 5: Food as a Love-Language Vash's mind carried over a century of recipes. There was always a special one he'd make for anyone who had broken down his barriers.

A Century-Old Cookbook Milly took a deep sniff as she entered the rental-cabin, returning from a trip to the post office to mail off reports. “Oh, is Mr. Vash cooking again?” she asked. Meryl looked up from her hunched position over her portable typewriter on the main room table. “He hasn’t stopped cooking since we unpacked.” “He really likes to, doesn’t he?” “Fine by me,” Wolfwood said, wandering in from the back bedroom, taking a drag on a cheap cigarette. “Do you have to smoke in here?” Meryl complained, “Go outside.” “What’s he making?” Milly asked. “And yes, Mr. Priest, you really should go outside. It’s not good for any of us.” Wolfwood grumbled as he stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray. “At least Needle Noggin makes the best fried rice on the planet.” “Oh, is that what we’re having?” “It’s ready!” Vash came in from the kitchen with a heaping bowl of his signature dish in one hand and a stack of plates in the other. The aromas of toma-egg, fermented sauce, Geoplant-grown green onion and salty canned meat (probably from leftover tins from the spacefaring age - they were the cheapest one could get) filled the air. “All right! Let’s eat!” Milly chimed. “Are you going to say grace, Mr. Priest?” Wolfwood gave her a chuckle, sidling next to her at the table as Meryl put her typewriter away to make room for a plate. “Good grub, good meat, good God, let’s eat!” he joked, dramatically penting his hands. “This is good,” Meryl admitted between spoonfuls, looking up to Vash. “How did you learn to make it this way?” “A lot of…practice?” Vash said sheepishly. A memory came to his mind of when he was small, his brother at his side, both staring in wonderment at a frying pan as Rem was behind them, praising Vash for how well he was tossing a mess of rice in it – the fluidity of his wrist, getting the toss just right. She praised Knives for his work with the soy sauce and a spoon. She told them that this was a skill that would serve them their entire lives. Teaching them to cook was a part of her inducting them into becoming grown-ups. To this day, Vash remembered his meals on the SEEDS ships, the ones that Rem had prepared for him before she saw fit to induct him into the secret-adult-knowledge of the kitchen. He was surprised he wasn’t a chubby little kid. Rem had been an excellent cook. Vash had cooked many meals for himself and others over the years – most of them lonely out in the desert wilds. Some were simple – nasty half-rotten meat scavenged from worm carcasses made marginally-edible over campfires kindled from the same worms’ chitin and skin that he ate for no reason other than staying alive in desperation. Some were complex, using Plant-manufactured raw materials and even, after a time, the grown crops some of the settlements had managed to wrestle out of the poor land. He’d worked in taverns as he traveled town to town, picking up whatever odd jobs he could, first under his own name and then under many assumed names when his bad luck caught up to him. As a result, Vash knew many old recipes – some going way back to Old Earth while most were improvised for the times and the environment, either by the humans who were making their way here or self-invented. Vash was a living example of a century-old cookbook. He listened to the blissful sounds of his companions at the table as they ate. He smiled. That fried rice that Rem taught him to make was the favorite dish he knew to make for people he loved. Inspired by this comic by @goathag

#trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #rem saverem #ace trigun week #ace trigun week 2024

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heich0e · 1 year

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Dying DYING to know Nai’s whole text to Vash in the last college au drabble

a comprehensive literary analysis and partial translation of knives' series of text messages sent to vash in this instalment in the trigun college!au - by: liv

6:16PM - New Message (1) Nai: Hi. That girl is here again

i have mentioned this before, but nai refers to all of vash's acquaintances (and really, the world at large) as "that guy" or "that girl" or "them"—he will occasionally (begrudgingly) tack on an adjective to differentiate between who he's talking about when there is a large group and it proves necessary, but they are not nice adjectives. this isn't necessary all the time though, because his tone is always particularly and unmistakably disdainful when he's referring to two specific people: nicholas and yourself. even, as evidenced above, through the medium of text.

6:16PM - New Message (2) Nai: She’s in your bedroom

nai is pretty careful about how he communicates with his brother. he is absolutely overbearing and pissy but he saves outright petulance or anger for very rare occasions. this text is basically the binary code equivalent of standing with his arms crossed over his chest looking sullen. a fairly good translation of this text into plain english would be: WHY is SHE in your BEDROOM. i hate this. make her leave.

6:16PM - New Message (3) Nai: When are you coming back? Where are you? If you need to leave the house you shouldn't let people stay there unattended, it's not safe. Especially not the people you like to hang around with.

nai is not afraid to double, triple, etc. text vash. in fact it's weirder if he doesn't. he's not much of a texter, in all honesty. deletes message threads with classmates when he's tired of responding and gets annoyed when a new message pops up again in his notifications. has purchased a new phone solely because he got added to a group chat of fellow pre-med students and it was irritating. the only actively maintained conversation he has is with his brother. also, translation: THAT GIRL

6:17PM - New Message (4) Nai: Did you wear your jacket? It's cold out tonight. I got us dinner.

translation: i love you, come home safe. QUICKLY.

#liv got mail #trigun college!au

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Palimpsest [Trigun '98 - Post Show - Vash x Meryl]

There are days, here and there, when Meryl wakes up, and there is a well of tears, sealing her eyes shut. There will be the promise of a migraine later.

But for now, her face is wet. The memory is so fresh sometimes, on that cusp of sleep and waking up-- that she can smell the deep canyon dust and nightfall. She can remember the feeling of dangling her legs off the cliffside, a million separate stars above her.

Her hand, so close to his on the ground, that she could reach over and grab it. But instead, they simply sat, on a precipice above an out-of the-way town where no one would ever look for them.

You could stay here as long as you like.

That sounds good--he said, what seemed like a million years ago--Might not be such a bad idea.

There were so many mornings that started hard this way. Her body pulled away from the one moment she wanted to linger in the most.

On those days, she'd roll over on her bed and cry as quietly as possible until first light peered through her slatted window.

Milly had the good grace, thank heavens, to give her some extra time to get herself together.

Today, Meryl couldn't battle the puffiness of her eyes, so she smoothed her hair down and splashed her face with ice water from the basin.

She dabbed a washrag rag along her jaw, her chest, the inside of her arms.

The cool trickle of water on her chest evened out her heartbeat. Slowly, her body started to calm, her senses returning to the present.

I'm awake, I'm here, I've got important work that needs to be done.

Meryl went through the mantra again, tapping the tips of her fingers against the bones in her ribcage, just like Milly had shown her how to do when she felt a panic attack coming on.

She tried to push her body out of the exhausted anxiety she'd woken up with. She didn't have time for this.

All of that was years ago, and they had a major breakthrough coming down the pipeline on the Frangelene Twin disappearances. Her biggest concern right now was following up on ledes in town before their editor started sending in apoplectic telegrams.

Meryl bit back a sigh as she buttoned up the toggles on her coat. If she thought insurance management was grating--she was seriously underprepared for journalism, and the type of sleepless, deranged personalities that tended to bring out.

She slipped into her boots and dreamed of crawling back under the sheets, waiting until this case, and the impending dust storm had blown over. Maybe she and Milly could go back to the country and wait tables in some honky-tonk, and never have to worry about anything past their front door ever again.

She pulled her bedroom door open and heard Milly fiddling with the radio downstairs. The speakers jumped between snatched voices coming in choppily off the airwaves.

Sources--last actual sandstorm this large--area was approximately five years ago. Officials adivise all residents to--inside--as possible--

"Gosh, I really am sorry, I thought we'd get better reception than this," Milly apologized, and there was a clatter of movement and a light dragging of furniture.

A voice answered her, but she couldn't make out who, or what was being said.

Her forehead furrowed, making her way quietly downstairs. Who was visiting this early in the morning? On the eve of a sandstorm?

"I really thought she'd be up by now," Milly continued, moving around the room, "Her porridge is going to get cold."

"Oh well I'm always happy to have another helping, that sure was delicious Miss Milly," the voice answered.

Meryl's heart skipped a beat as she quietly padded towards the kitchen. She was imagining things. Stress playing tricks on her. It had been years, and truth be told, it was easy to forget a voice. Easy enough to hear what you wanted to hear.

She pushed through the kitchen door, readying herself for another random grifter she'd have to shoo off, or the postman with an irate letter from the home office.

Instead, Vash the Stampede sat casually at the end of the kitchen table, pouring himself coffee. The early morning light coming through the kitchen window was red-orange, the storm only a few miles off from town.

Vash's coat was folded politely over the back of the chair, and he sat, facing the kitchen door with his coffee cup, like he was waiting.

For her to come downstairs.

"Look who I found at the market this morning," Milly said brightly, pouring Meryl a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Vash," Meryl managed, trying not to feel like she was dreaming again. Out of place and time.

"Hey Meryl," he smiled, his eyes a warm, honeyed blue. There was overgrown scruff along his jaw, but he looked otherwise unchanged.

His smile was so warm as she sat down that she didn't have time to register his informality. After a small sip of coffee, she paused. How many times had he called her by just her name?

Milly put a warmed plate of thick-cut bacon onto the table. Meryl's favorite. She felt a bribe coming on.

"Mr. Vash came into town a bit later than expected by steamer, and it looks like all the rooms in town are booked up." She sat down and finished up her own remnants of breakfast. "I told him it'd be no problem if he stays with us while the storm passed through tonight."

"Oh really?" Meryl swallowed it all down, in between bits of bacon.

"Yep, we've got an extra room, and I figured it's no skin off our nose," she replied.

Meryl's eyes slid back over to Vash, who was already beginning to pout, looking hopefully at her.

She sighed, pulling another piece of bacon onto her plate. A concession. "Fine. As long as we still manage to send back some eyewitness reports before this weekend. No distractions until then."

Milly clapped her hands together in delight.

"Yes ma'am!" Vash saluted, before digging into the remainder of the bacon.

#trigun 98 #I rewatched Trigun and I'm still butthurt about the ending #In all seriousness it's fantastic #true to it's inspiring genre #but so bittersweet #I mean like HOLD ME #still not okay even years later #so here's some Depressed!Anxiety! Meryl #former gifted and talented child Meryl Stryfe #meryl stryfe #is my wyfe #vash x meryl #vash the stampede #post show #fanfiction #trigun spoilers #some characters are so good you just keep thinking about them after the show is over #descriptions of anxiety

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nanajichis · 9 months

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Nightmares of the Past, Dreams of the Future

By crazycapybara on ao3

It was only sometimes. He rarely had nightmares. Just every once in a while he’d have a bad day and when he went to bed that night, all he’d dream about was his past. About loosing Rem or Nai, about betrayal, about heartbreak.

Sometimes he’d wake up, pillow wet, other times he’d awake in a cold sweat. It was all normal for him. He didn’t tell anyone this in fear they’d find him weak, not enough. Until Wolfwood showed up.

They were having a late night talk in a motel room one night, Wolfwood drinking, Vash nibbling on some food he bought earlier in town. The topic came up when Wolfwood said something about him struggling to sleep, scared of what he’d dream of, when Vash said something about his nightmares.

Wolfwood looked at him and asked what he meant.

Vash explained that there are bad days and good days but on those bad days he gets restless sleep. Nightmares. Calling them that was an understatement though. When Wolfwood still looked confused, Vash started to recall some of the ones he’d remembered, the more vivider ones. All of them ended in death.

Wolfwood held Vash’s hand when he started crying and assured him that nightmares are normal for someone who’s gone through as much as Vash has. Vash nodded and laid his head on Wolfwood’s shoulder, sobbing quietly.

He would have deemed that day a bad day, he would’ve expected nightmares if not for Wolfwood. Vash held onto him in bed that night, curled up in his chest. He went to sleep listening to the sound of Wolfwood’s breath evening out.

Vash expected nightmares but no dreams came that night. And when he woke up, all he saw was Wolfwood’s sleeping face, relaxed, unworried.

They acted as though nothing happened that night till weeks later.

They found themselves unable to get a two bedroom room again and ended up going for a one bed, saying one of them would sleep on the couch.

There was no couch.

Noticing that problem Wolfwood nervously chuckles, “Well, I guess we’re sharing a bed again, huh?”

He nudges Vash with his shoulder and Vash smiles back at him and nods.

As they settle into bed that night Wolfwood can’t help but wonder if something changed between them that night. Maybe they got closer than they should’ve. Or, he pushed Vash to share something too personal. They used to share beds unfazed before that but now it feels awkward.

He lays there, bare to his underwear, and thinks for a while. Just thinks. He thinks all night.

The next time Wolfwood looks at the clock it reads back to him 02:37, he sighs, about to get up, when he hears whimpering beside him. He looks over to see Vash there, crying on his pillow, apologizing to someone named Rem.

Vash’s hands grip onto the sheets in a knuckle white grip, tears are streaming down his cheeks, he’s pale, sweating in shivering.

Wolfwood panics a little at seeing Vash’s state and starts to shake him awake.

“Vash! Get up, it’s not real! You’re just dreaming!” He frantically shakes him till Vash gasps, eye lips shooting open. Vash looks at Wolfwood and lets out a shaky sob, wrapping his arms around him and shoving his face into Wolfwood’s chest.

Wolfwood sighs of relief and hugs Vash close. They stay like that for what feels like day, and when Vash is ready, he lets go and quietly thanks Wolfwood.

“No problem Vash, but are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” He says as softly as he can and Vash shakes his head.

“I don’t want to worry you, Nico, it’s all in the past, I’m okay now.” Vash puts on his best don’t-worry-about-me smile and rolls to put his back between himself and Wolfwood.

Wolfwood nods slightly, even though Vash can’t see, and turns around too. He’s not convinced what so ever that Vash is alright but it’s not his duty to bug him with it, especially not when he obviously doesn’t want to talk about it.

That night didn’t bring them closer nor create distance between them. Like before, they didn’t talk about it. Wolfwood made it obvious the next morning that he was open to talk but Vash didn’t want to.

Talking doesn’t help. And he doesn’t need pity either.

So they didn’t talk. They continued on, still sharing rooms, beds, spaces together. Acting like everything was okay and nothing happened. But they both know that’s not true.

They arrived at a fancier motel in the middle of god-knows-where and got a two bed room. Vash had to hold in his relief knowing he wouldn’t have to be afraid he was going to wake up with his legs intertwined with someone else’s.

They’ve been getting closer. Too much closer.

Vash is scared they are going to cross a line that they won’t be able to cross back over. He’s scared a boundary will be crossed, a boundary neither of them know about.

When they get up to the room Wolfwood immediately flops down on the right bed, groaning as he hits the pillow. “Fuck yes, this is just what I need!”

Vash laughs a little and puts his belongings on the floor. He sits on the bed to the left and takes his shoes off while Wolfwood goes towards the bathroom.

They’ve gotten used to this routine. They put their stuff down in the room, Wolfwood showers first while Vash checks the room, making sure it’s safe. When he exits the bathroom, Vash goes into the bathroom after him and when he comes out, Wolfwood is already asleep.

The routine didn’t change this night. Vash still checked the room, still took a shower after Wolfwood, still exits the bathroom to see Wolfwood snoring softly.

He gets in bed that night, tired, but after lying down for a few minutes, he’s wide awake. This happens sometimes. Vash thinks too much. Thinks himself awake. He groans quietly and looks at the clock to see it’s a little past midnight. Shoot.

He lays there a bit looking at the ceiling in silence. He likes the quiet. The fact he can hear everything, the fact he’s aware.

He stays like that in the silence till it’s not silent anymore. He looks over at Wolfwood and sees him softly thrashing around in the bed. He’s crying quietly.

Vash quickly gets up after realizing what’s going on and sits on the edge of Wolfwood’s bed, shaking his arm, whispering to him, “Nico! Nico! It’s just a dream, it’s okay! Wake up, Nico!”

Wolfwood’s eyes shoot open and he looks at Vash, tears streaming down his face. He looks scared, frightened. He looks young. Naïve.

Vash is caught by surprise when Wolfwood grabs him and holds him tightly, face nuzzling into the crook of Vash’s neck. He’s sobbing harder now, breathing heavily. His nails are digging into Vash’s back, hard enough to make marks but not draw blood.

Vash holds him back and squeezes him tightly. They stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing and holding each other.

“Are you okay, Nico?” Vash whispers into Wolfwood’s ear as he rubs his back.

Wolfwood nods, quietly pleading, “Can we stay like this for just a little long?” He takes a deep breath in. “Please?”

Vash is taken aback by the softness in his voice and nods, laying them down and holding Wolfwood on top of him.

They stay like that till the next morning where Wolfwood quietly thanks him and gets off Vash.

They may never talk about the nightmares, the dreams, the quiet nights they spend holding each other, but there will always be that unspoken understanding between them. The love they feel together in a way only they can feel.

Talking will come later, for now they’re content with just being with each other.

Feeling each other.

Saving each other.

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicolas d wolfwood #general audiences #fanfic #nightmares #this is my fic jfc #ptsd #hurt/comfort #please go check out my ao3 it would mean the world to me

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punisheye · 10 months

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The motorcycle is left behind.

Wolfwood walks the residential streets of Fibonacci like he has many times. They're more than familiar now, and he navigates them easily even in his daze.

There is blood on his clothes, on his face. People give him a wide berth. Holding the heavy Punisher over his shoulder does little to make him forget the weight of Vash's body in his arms. All he wants to do is go home, have a cigarette, wash the blood and dirt away, and then sleep until Vash comes back.

All he does is send Livio a text that says 'it's ok', and he can share that with Meryl, who can share it with the other him.

The door is still caved in when Wolfwood arrives at the house. When he steps inside, he can see a mess left behind by the mob of ghosts. He just walks over it, uncaring, but something feels wrong, out of place, and he doesn't know why until he makes his way up the stairs and reaches the bedroom.

The cold, empty bedroom save for the bed (with plain, basic bedding, the comforter he had woken up under nowhere in sight), the wardrobe, and the nightstand. All of Vash's belongings are gone— his clothes, his little knick-knacks, his plants, disappeared without a trace, taking all the life from the room. A few of Wolfwood's own things are still there: the phone charger in the outlet by the bed, some clothes in the closet, his jacket still tossed on the floor.

Sudden panic lances through him, straight into his heart.

Why is everything gone?

Because it should all still be here, because Vash will be back, and why would it all be gone unless he wasn't coming back?

Is he really dead, for good? Or did the Stars decide to send him back home, away from Wolfwood, from everyone, after they finally carved out a piece in this city for them?

After things were finally okay.

Wolfwood doesn't outwardly react. He walks out of the bedroom to go downstairs and get two large plastic bags from the kitchen. The clothes that didn't disappear with Vash's things are thrown into one, and everything else is tossed into the other. Everything of his from the bathroom, the coffee he bought in the kitchen, all the little things he had gotten to actually feel at home, too.

He doesn't want to stay in this room to wait on the chance Vash does return here. It's too silent. Lifeless. So he walks back to the house he was given, the house he rarely returns to, and he goes to his room there, which also barely has anything that makes it feel like home. Vash's gun is dropped on the bedside table.

Wolfwood showers. Changes clothes. Makes a pot of coffee and then goes out onto the balcony to smoke, but he tries no less than ten times to get the lighter to ignite before he just gives up and lets the unlit cigarette hang from his lips.

Staring across the streets as the morning goes on, the numbness begins to fade, and his senses are returning to him, and the anger and grief are bubbling up in his chest, in his throat, and he can feel tears streaking down his cheeks.

And a howl rips from him, furious and pained, uncaring of who hears.

Until his throat is raw. Until it peters off into a pitiful little whine and he can only turn around, go inside, and sit—alone—with only his thoughts for company.

#isola drabble #amoirsetpacis: giant challenge #Great job guys (explodes)

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klcthebookworm · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

So they found the location that Meryl was born in. And it's not abandoned like they thought it would be.

Meryl-ma’am took the binoculars back and stared down at the compound. “So the only way to get answers is to go down there and ask them. The rest of you stay here—”

“No!” Hannah said as her stomach clenched and was surprised that everyone else said it with her.

Milly-ma’am loomed over Meryl-ma’am with her hands planted on her hips. “They already took you once. You are not going down there with no backup to get back out.”

Vash turned back to the view of the compound. “There are no sight lines. We’d never be able to see if you need help from this far away.”

So Vash didn’t want to split up either. Hannah could support that. “There’s nothing really stopping them from coming out to look for us once they have you.”

“Splitting up has never worked back home,” Chuck said.

And it certainly didn’t work when it happened by accident, and Chuck and she had ended up on this dirtball planet without anyone else.

Vash pointed a finger gun at Hannah. “Actually, they probably would look for us after getting you. You walked all the way to their compound?”

Meryl-ma’am took a step back so she could straighten up as tall as she could. “I’m not taking all of you down there into danger!”

“I don’t think you can stop us if we go,” Chuck said. “Even if you try to sneak away, we know where you're going.”

“So we should just all go together.” Hannah nodded. Use the logic that adults couldn’t argue against, make a case to not be sent away for protection again. “The trick is staying together even if they want to split us up on the inside,” she continued.

“Why do you sound so experienced at this?” Meryl-ma’am asked, sounding strained already. And booms hadn’t even started yet.

“Chuck and I are always inconvenient hostages. It teaches you things. But what we do depends on what tactic they use.”

“Tactic? Limburger doesn’t use battle plans,” Chuck said.

“Limburger knows we all know he’s a bad guy and that we’ll wreck his stuff so he’s at the just toss them into the nearest cage or cell whenever his goons catch us. But some baddies try to pretend to be good guys so it takes longer to figure out what they are up to. These guys might pretend we’re just over for a sleepover and then the bedroom doors won’t unlock.”

“But Biker Mice don’t use doors?” Chuck pointed out.

“We only blow up the wall if I can’t pick the lock, remember?”

“Oh yeah.”

“You two stop there before scaring Meryl with how to break into that compound,” Vash said. “I mean it.”

The biker beeped and put on Hannah’s face shield an analysis of what the walls and buildings were made of and just how much firepower it would take to get inside.

Hannah patted her fuel tank. “I see it, thank you. But they’re squeamish and don’t want that kind of frontal attack.”

Meryl-ma’am shook her head and waved her hands in a no-way gesture. “No kind of frontal attack.”

“You want to go knock on their door and you don’t think that’s a frontal attack?” Milly-ma’am stomped her foot.

“Well, it’s a polite attack.”

“So you want to use a bluff maneuver?” Hannah asked. Meryl-ma’am could pick how to do the approach as long as they all went together.

“What’s that?” Chuck asked.

“What Han Solo tries on the comm before they get the Princess out.”

“Who?” Vash asked.

“It’s from Star Wars, a movie. And the bluff is the boring conversation part, not the shoot the equipment part.”

“Oh,” Chuck said. “The part Uncle Vinnie never tries.”

“He does. He just makes the quips and asks questions after they’re unconscious.”

Vash turned back to Meryl-ma’am and Milly-ma’am. “Bluffing could work. If you can keep up the act and not get angry.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!” Meryl-ma’am snapped.

Vash turned back to Hannah still on the bike. “So what did the motorcycle say about a frontal assault?”

“I can keep up an act!” Meryl-ma’am exclaimed before Hannah answered and continued. “Really, how much of an act does this situation need? They know what I look like so I might as well admit it. Milly, they may know she quit to stay with me. Now you and the kids need an explanation.”

“I never volunteer an identity,” Vash said.

“No, you just pretend to be an idiot and antagonize the opposition. Could we not make them shoot us first thing?”

Chuck looked up at Hannah. “We got lost and they’re getting us to the next town?”

“That works,” Hannah said. “Only don’t say anything about Earth, Mars, or Chicago.”

“I won’t. And Vash is Meryl-ma’am’s boyfriend.”

Meryl-ma’am spun to look at Chuck with a brick-red face. “What?!”

Hannah saw Vash wince above Meryl-ma’am’s head and smooth it away from his face.

Milly-ma’am shrugged. “Well, he can’t be my boyfriend; he’s not my type.”

Meryl-ma’am spun to face Milly. “Milly!”

Vash stepped back from the group and goes around the car.

“I think you’re supposed to know somebody longer before marrying them,” Chuck said. “So you can’t call him ‘husband.’”

“You can’t just declare that!”

“Why not?” Chuck asked.

Hannah pulled off her helmet and slid off the bike and followed Vash. He wasn’t looking at Meryl-ma’am arguing that it was rude and wrong to declare romantic pairs without permission. “What’s wrong?” Hannah asked him quietly.

Vash’s stretched a grin from ear-to-ear. “Bored waiting for the fun to start.”

Like Hannah couldn’t see just how fake that was. She gave him her strongest unimpressed look, the one her uncles always said looked just like Mom. “Bro, really.”

“Everything’s fine. I’m sure we will figure out what the story is before the guards spot us here not moving and therefor acting suspicious.”

“That’s not why you looked hurt.”

“And that’s not something you need to fix.” Vash straightened up and looked at Meryl-ma’am who stomped around the car.

Her face was still red and she talked up at Vash but didn’t look at him. “In the hypothetical situation in which we have to introduce you—”

“You’re going to let me use the name I tried to give Wolfwood when we first met him with blowing my cover!”

That shocked her into looking at him. “No! Nobody on this planet has ten names.”

Hannah crossed her arms. “Not to mention, they probably know her last job was you.”

#trigun #my fic #three of a kind #wip #wip wednesday #biker mice from mars

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eventheodds · 3 months

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❝ i’m here. i’m still here. ❞

(outlaw verse)

the night house. / accepting.

She’s since stopped counting the days of when everything went to hell in a hand basket. Wolfwood had mentioned something along the lines of seeing grey hairs on her head and she had slapped his arm, told him to not say such things and that she was not, in fact, going grey.

Still, that didn’t stop her from worrying every now and then even if there was plenty of work to be done that kept all of them busy.

A homestead near Hopeland had become their little slice of paradise after the end of all things. And there were times where Meryl still couldn’t believe this was all theirs.

Ms. Melanie was getting up in years and while the children grew older—some staying to help out, others leaving to start new lives, there was always room for more to come and stay. These doors would never close or turn anyone away when they were in need.

It eventually became so that no one knew where the orphanage and homestead began or ended, the land becoming a home to all who found themselves here. And it felt good. It felt right.

After all that tragedy, after everything, it felt like they could all breathe again.

Meryl finds herself walking to their shared bedroom, slipping off the shawl she had draped around herself. The pattern was sun-worn but the material was soft and she kept it, even if it started to look like it had seen better days. Folding it over the arm of the chair in their room, she climbs into bed and nestles herself between Wolfwood and Vash—who, without fail, always made room for her in the middle.

She could immediately feel both of them shift closer together once she was situated between the two of them, Wolfwood grumbling something that sounded like, “about damn time, Finch,” and the soft chuckle of Vash as his breath tickled the crown of her head. The window to their room was open just a crack—because of her, considering being sandwiched between the two of them often left her hot and sweaty.

It’s not long until she’s lulled into dreams, her body sagging further into the indentations of the bed that had been made over the years. She can feel the weight of Wolfwood’s arm across her hip as his hand grips Vash’s side, anchoring himself to them. She can feel the thump-thump of his heartbeat against her back and that pulls her ever deeper into her dreams.

Tonight, for whatever reason, her dreams decide to play out the worst moments of her life.

It’s a rapid-fire succession of images that are a sequence of events, one after the other, and she can feel the tension in her brow as it's knit in worry and fear. Her breathing changes, becoming more laboured and quick, and she only knows this because she can feel a gentle pressure at the top of her head.

It’s Vash, and he’s whispering something to her.

It doesn’t help as much as he thinks it does because she feels like she’s falling and there’s no safety net beneath her. Meryl thinks she can hear the faint rumble of Wolfwood’s voice behind her while Vash is trying to bring her back to them. She’s not yet woken up.

His voice breaks through the noise and the darkness, clearer this time, and Meryl feels like she’s being pulled along towards the light.

She comes awake with a shuddering breath that immediately turns into a sob that wracks through her entire body. She’s trying to say his name, to get the words out, but her mouth keeps opening and closing like that of a fish out of water. Tears are streaming down her cheeks with no end in sight.

It takes a moment longer than it should for her to come back to them, Wolfwood nuzzling the back of her neck, whispering her name while Vash continues to reassure her that he’s here—that they’re both here, and that they are not going to leave her.

“‘M sorry—I’m sorry—“

One of them, she thinks it’s Vash, shushes her soothingly, flesh hand touching her, grounding her. “It was just a nightmare,” she hears him say as Wolfwood continues to reach over and gently grip Vash’s shoulder, smooshing Meryl between them.

Perhaps on any other day, she would have complained about being smothered, but tonight is not the case.

Rather, she finds herself being soothed by both sets of heartbeats as her breathing slows down and the tears stop flowing. In just a few short moments, she’s exhausted herself but the closeness of both of them with her is enough to lull her back into sleep.

Her body becomes lax once more and it is almost like a collective sigh of relief that there are no more nightmares this night.

Just a dreamless sleep where there is only warmth and safety.

#typhoonvash #verse: my cathedral is the badlands.#'cause love will always heal our broken backs. — typhoonvash.#we could make the world a sweeter place. — typhoonvash‚ forgivenpunishment.

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huntress1024 · 4 years

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The Missing Priestess

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Zamira Nightbloom (f!elfmc)

Summary: Takes place after Ch. 14 as Zamira struggles with the idea that Nia is gone. I stayed up all night writing this, so there’s LOTS of angst, hope you enjoy!! :) Lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fanfics!

Taglist: @queerbrujas @choicesloversstuff @princessstellaris

The Whitetower throne room, once pristine and tranquil, is now a rotting space crawling with shadows. I stand in the center of it all, the exact spot where the portal had ripped through the very fabric of time hours earlier, stealing the girl who had become a sister to me as she begged for her friends to help her, and we all watched helplessly, victims to the shadow coils that paralyzed us. Flakes of ash drift down from the obsidian chandelier, scratching the areas of my skin it settles on. Every step I take feels as if the torturous shadows from before are wrapped around my joints, making each movement impossibly slow. I grit my teeth, Nia’s desperate plea of “Find me…” giving me the strength to push through and reach the nearest corridor.

That’s when I hear her screaming.

It is wordless, eternal agony that comes from everywhere and nowhere, but it burns the shadows off me more than any Cleansing Fire could, and my instincts stripped bare from the terror send me hurtling after them as they flood down the hall. The screams lead the shadows and me to the decaying, former Temple of Light, but the scene playing out before me says it is now a Temple of Darkness.

Prince Aerin Valleros, a King of Shadow, holds the blade formed from the Shards to Nia’s throat, a wicked smile splitting his lifeless face. Nia’s hands are clenched into shaking fists, the Light flickering on and off from them. The blade’s shadows writhe against her skin, causing her to unleash another blood-curdling scream. I shriek her name, lunging for her, but the shadows return and slam me against a pillar with a mighty crack, wrapping their freezing hands around my throat to hold me in place.

Aerin grips Nia tightly, forcing her to move to the edge of the crumbling, gaping pit where our party had freed the soon-to-be sacrificed prisoners earlier that day, a lifetime ago. Except this time, the sight of these prisoners makes Nia wail in defeat, flailing in Aerin’s stone-cold arms, trying to use the last of her strength to escape the horrible deed she must commit. An immense rumbling fills the Temple as the floor from the pit slowly rises to the surface, revealing the faces awaiting execution.

Mal. Imtura. Threep. The sight of the final prisoner’s face has me screaming till my lungs give out, and it is Tyril’s sorrowful gaze that is the last thing I see before the shadows consume me.

I lurch up from the bed, heart pounding. My lungs greedily gulp down the air to reassure myself that the choking grip of the shadows was all a bad dream, and my surroundings support the realization. The guest bedroom I was given when we first arrived to Whitetower has not changed, even though everything else has. The moonlight softens the gilded walls and furniture, lightening the room in a way impossible for the world from my nightmare.

That same glow allows me to see the sleeping figure beside me, the moonlight bathing his pale blue skin to show me that he is here, and he is alive. I bring my shaking fingers to his lips, his cheekbones, his long, dark lashes that always flutter open in the morning to reveal the deep-set ocean gaze underneath, and I feel my racing heart begin to settle.

Careful not to make a sound, I ease the sheets off and walk over to the window, my slip clinging to my sweat-soaked skin. Standing in the light of the waning crescent, I notice the bruises that travel up my arms, and become aware of the dull ache in my muscles.

And then I remember everything.

Aerin, someone I thought I could count on, dragging Nia through the portal to the gods-damned Shadow Realm. I remember fighting in vain to reach her, the utter panic coursing through my veins. And worst of all, I remember her parting words before she was sucked into the void and stolen from our party.

“Find me…”.

Nia Ellarious, the most pure-hearted, kind, loving soul I have ever known, has been taken to the Shadow Realm. Her piety and strength in the Light caught Aerin’s attention to see if she could be a worthy host for the Dreadlord, the worst of them all.

Another person I love, lost to that wretched world. When Kade was taken, Nia swore to help me save him without hesitation, that very selflessness being the thing I loved instantly about her.

All Kade did was protect me, and I let my immature fantasies of adventure get in the way of doing the same for him. I promised Scholar Vash, on his dying breath, that I would protect Nia and keep her safe during the journey I couldn’t help but feel responsible for.

I have failed them both.

In the tumultuous hours following Nia’s capture, Tyril was able to keep Mal, Imtura, and me levelheaded enough from tearing the palace down, and we were able to explain to King Arlan everything we had witnessed and come to learn about the Shadow Court, and his own son’s treachery. He granted us one last night of stay in his palace and ordered us to use every waking hour we had to search Aerin’s private chambers for any hidden resources detailing a way to access a portal to the Realm of Shadow. Tyril was wary of the idea, and I remember snapping at him that we had no other choice. I remember the hurt on his face and my immediate guilt, for he too felt the loss of Nia like the rest of us, and still deeply felt the loss of Kaya. I showed my regret to him earlier in the night when we returned to my room through hesitant, searching kisses, but he returned them with fervor, and I knew from his gentle touch that all was forgiven.

They were successful distractions, ransacking Aerin’s room and losing myself in Tyril, but here, in the quiet, unforgiving hours of the night, nothing could stop the despair from flooding my heart and causing the room around me to shrink.

The view of the moon from my window consumed me in memories of sitting around a fire, first with Kade, Nia, and Scholar Vash, then just Nia and Mal, and soon the remaining members of our party had joined. It was those memories of her laugh, her attentiveness and encouragement towards everyone who spoke and shared a story, that do me in. I feel my shoulders begin to shake, and my vision grows blurry from the tears threatening to spill. I raise my hand to my mouth, pressing it fiercely against my lips to stifle the cries, but a whimper escapes anyways, and that is my undoing. Great, heaving sobs rack my body, and the only coherent thought I have is I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, until eventually they become a part of the sobs and are no longer silent words. I don’t know how long I say them, how long I weep, before strong arms wrap around me and pull me close. I bury my head in his chest, instantly recognizing the scent and feel of him, and I let him gently caress my hair, whispering my name again and again like one would calm a scared animal. Although I suppose I am not acting too different from one.

Tyril kisses lightly along my jawline, catching my tears as they fall, and I hold onto him tighter. When the sobs finally switch to hiccups, he pulls back and brushes my hair from my face. I meet those eyes lit with a star-kissed storm, and I’m brought back to the reality of the moment, safe in his arms, the moon shining down on us.

I press my face against his neck, the coolness of it a welcoming reprieve to my fevered skin. “I’m sorry I woke you,” I say, the words coming out in a hoarse breath.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, Zamira. Nothing.” He doesn’t have to say what he means.

I stroke the back of his neck with my callused fingers, the fresh pain of it all still lingering when I sigh. “I wish I could believe you.”

He nuzzles his face in my hair, breathing me in deeply. “Do you remember what you told me after we faced the egovore?” I shake my head, sniffling. “You told me there was goodness in hoping, and I should never let anyone take it from me.”

Tyril’s voice cracks with emotion as he breathes, “And in the catacombs, I told you that it is my love for you, and for our friends, that will strengthen me.” He cups my chin in his hand, tipping my face up so I can look him in the eyes. “You taught me that it is fighting for what we love, not against what we hate, that will be the force that ends this.”

He brushes a kiss across my forehead, so soft and full of hope, before continuing. “When the sun comes up, we will leave this palace, and we will continue to fight. Not against the Shadow Court, but for Kade. For Nia.” It is the earnestness with which he says those words, the same faith he has that the stars brought us together all the way from opposing sides of Morella so that we may cross paths, that allows me to believe him.

When his lips meet mine, it is hope that courses through us, stronger and just as tangible as the Light itself.

#tyril starfury #tyril x mc #nia ellarious #blades of light and shadow #choices

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roguetatertot · 5 years

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I’ve been playing Stardew Valley lately, and I’ve come to romance all bachelors and bachelorettes in the game. But I can’t decide who I want to marry!!!

My initial plan was to marry Leah, but now that I’ve seen all the candidates’ 10 heart events, I’m in a quandary. I need to break it down for my sanity.

The Bachelors:

Alex

I avoided him at first, seeing as how he was into Haley. I’m not a fan of the jock attitude, and I’m fairly sure the dude’s never read a book in his life before, but I mean.....he’s pretty damn cute. But I feel like he’s still in high school, and me being in my thirties, I feel kinda creepy if I were to choose him.

Elliot

The fact that his hair is prettier than mine was the first turn-off. He struck me as pompous at first, up until the Moonlight Jellies came and he conveyed his dismay over how humans treat the oceans poorly. I was like “OKAY there’s more to him than his hair.” The fact that he’s a writer actually turned me off, but his dedication to his craft is commendable. He’s studious, and hey, he can play piano! Not only that, but the dude actually fixed up a rowboat just to take me out on an ocean date! That’s more than any real man has ever done for me lol

Dr Harvey

SWIPE LEFT ON THAT MUSTACHE. But swipe right on his sweet and caring nature. He’s got his shit together, being a doctor and having his aircraft hobbies. He’s a little dorky, and despite his fear of heights, he hitched up his pants and took me out on a hot air balloon ride (which is something I’ve always wanted to do IRL). But I just can’t get past his sprite!! I really don’t like the way it looks. I mean....LOOK AT IT.

Sam

I can’t say that I’m too into the Super Saiyan look. 15-year-old me would’ve loved the Vash-the-Stampede-esque hair, but 34-year-old me doesn’t exactly dig the skateboarding, “I’m in a band”, still-living-with-my-parents-and-kid-brother vibe. The dude had me sneak in through his window and hide in his bed when his mother came into the room for Yoba’s sake! I’m looking for a spouse, not a manchild!

Sebastian

Oh dear, where do I begin with him. He is an enigma to me. I’m a little too old for his woe-is-me-the-world-sucks bullshit, but I’ll be damned if I don’t find him attractive. I think it’s because he reminds me of Cloud Strife....if Cloud Strife smoked and lived in his mother’s basement, sleeping in until noon. He was actually the last one I maxed out to ten hearts because he was always holed up in his bedroom on the computer all day! I was like GET A JOB.....but come to find out he was actually freelancing that whole time....haha

Shane

Shane....oh Shane......sigh. He and I got off on the wrong foot immediately. It was his birthday, and I ran into him in the saloon, chugging away next to the fireplace. I had a can of Jojo soda in my inventory, so I gifted that to him, thinking HEY THIS DUDE LOOKS THIRSTY BY THE WAY HE’S GUZZLING THAT BEER. Boy was I wroooong. He hated me for giving him “trash” on his birthday. So after getting to know him, I had a soft spot in my heart for this suicidal alcoholic. But.....I’m not here to be anyone’s keeper, or to fix anyone. He’s getting his shit together slowly, sure, but I’m not so certain he’s husband material. HOWEVER. Look how freaking cute he is with his chicken, Charlie.

The Bachelorettes:

Abigail

She was the first person I asked to dance with at the Flower Dance festival, but of course she said no since I had no friendship built up with her. But as I got to know her, I really started to dislike her. Much like Alex and Sam, she strikes me as being in her early teens with her behavior and childish attitude towards her parents so that makes me want to stay far faaaar away from her as a marriage candidate.

Emily

I found it especially hilarious that during the Stardew Valley fair, she remarks that she always thought she’d make a good clown, because she sure looks like one to me. I don’t know what it is about her....maybe the pale skin and the red lips with blue hair....but she looks ridiculous to me. I like her carefree disposition, and the camping date we went on was adorable....yet I just can’t get past her design.

Haley

Beneath that pretty girl vapid exterior lies.....a pretty girl vapid interior. While the photography date with her was cute, I just don’t find substance in her at all. I was hoping for more with her character development by the time we reached 10 stars. I was very disappointed. I do appreciate her passion for photography, though.

Leah

Ah yes, my girl Leah. She has her shit together more than any other NPC I feel. Here was a woman who lived in a big city with her significant other, but decided to break up due to conflicting goals. She made her way to Stardew Valley, bought her own cottage, and pursued her dream of becoming an artist even though she has trouble paying her bills sometimes. She’s self-sufficient, mature, resourceful, and a go-getter. She is spouse material in my mind. I would totally date her IRL if I could. Plus, she’s a redhead which is an absolute turn-on for me.

Maru

I have tried so hard to like Maru, but much like Abigail, she strikes me as being in her teens or early twenties or something. I feel like a creeper considering her as a marriage candidate. I love her zany ideas and her dedication, but she’s too childlike for my comfort.

Penny

Another gorgeous redhead. I’m so conflicted with Ms Penny, because I want to whisk her away from her alcoholic mother and bad home life, and treat her like a queen on my farm, but I can’t shake the feeling that she would be marrying me for all the wrong reasons. There were a few bits of her dialogue here and there that struck me as desperate. Of course I don’t blame her and I think she would make a wonderful wife, but I feel like she should grow as an individual and make her own way in life before becoming anyone’s housewife. I’d hate to see her go from being her mother’s slave, to being tied down with more of the same domesticity. But I mean, if that’s what she truly wants, then who am I to stop her?

.......YES I REALIZE SHE’S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.

I feel like I’ve helped to narrow down my choice through this break down analysis: Bachelors: Harvey or Shane Bachelorettes: Leah or Penny

I find it funny that both Harvey and Leah seem the most put together and stable, while Shane and Penny are sympathy cases/”fixer-uppers.” I think it reflects my current real state of being 34 and tired of dealing with people’s bullshit, of wanting to find someone who’s capable and steady, while also wanting to be that way myself. Then there’s a part of me that I can’t ignore...the truth that I AM a sympathy case currently, but despite that, I also have a sense of wanting to help others as I’ve been helped in my life thus far.

Who knew this silly little game could be this telling of my own nature?

.....epiphany aside, I still NEED TO MAKE A CHOICE.

#stardew valley #tatertalk

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springvaletales · 2 years

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Waking Up [A Drabble]

((A follow up to this piece.))

Michael opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom, and stared at it, for a while.

His memory was always a little scattered after reforming, and he tried to walk back through the pieces as he stared up at the wooden planks above his head. After a while, however, his eyelids began to droop, and close. He could think with his eyes closed, couldn’t he?

He remembered that he had been fighting bandits, and they had quickly become outnumbered, One of the bandits had gotten too close with his knife, and they had been forced to retreat. He hadn’t been able to treat the wound until it was too late because he hadn’t wanted to worry Vash-.

Michael sucked a breath through his teeth.

Oh gods, Vashael.

“Michael?” As if in answer to a prayer, the prince leaned into his field of view. “What’s wrong - are you hurt? Should I get Velenna??” Instead of responding, Michael began trying to sit up…but as always in the wake of the curse, he barely had the strength to push himself to his elbows. Vashael shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, and gently pushed the human back down to the pillows propping him up with one hand.

“Hey, hey, don’t get up.” He admonished. Michael made a small sound of frustration, but relented, and reached out one hand instead. Vashael caught his hand, and pulled it against his own chest. “Velenna said you’re going to be all worn out, for a while.” The prince frowned, and rubbed his thumb across he back of Michael’s hand. “Anything you need, your mother or I can get for you, for now.”

“I don’t need anything…” Michael whispered. He always forgot how much effort it was to speak, in the aftermath. “I just…need to rest…” Vashael let the silence hang in the air, for a few minutes, and Michael began to squirm.

“…you were right, by the way.” Vashael spoke up at long last. He looked at Michael, who couldn’t seem to return the gesture. “That was very scary.”

“…I’m sorry.” Michael whispered, unable to look his prince in the eye. “I didn’t think the wound…was so bad. I thought we could…make it home, before-”

“Before you died?” Vashael’s voice was unusually neutral, and Michael’s heart sank. “I held you until you passed, you know. I listened to your heart stop, and then you fell apart in my arms. Quite literally. Velenna wasn’t surprised, either.” His thumb stopped rubbing the back of Michael’s hand. “She knew exactly where you would be, too. Why did she know that?”

“…I think you know.” Michael closed his eyes, and his lids felt too heavy. He was never able to stay awake for long, in the first few days. “Vash, I-…I don’t know what to say.” He curled his fingers slightly into the fabric of Vashael’s shirt, as if to hold on. “I didn’t know how to tell you, and…I thought - stupid me, I had hoped…” His eyes began to sting. “That you’d never need to know…”

“…hey,” A hand cupped his face, and Michael’s snapped back from the brink of sleep. Vashael was closer, now, and resting their foreheads together. “I’m...I’m sorry, too.” The prince lowered his own voice to a whisper. “I’m the idiot who thought we could handle those bandits ourselves. I almost got us both killed. If not for this…curse…” He hesitated, and Michael noticed a sudden shine in his eyes. “I would have gotten you killed.”

“…..” Michael silently turned his face into Vashael’s hand, and raised his free hand to keep it there. His other hand remained in his lap, with Vashael’s fingers still curled around it. “I’m still here.” He whispered, fighting sleep. He wanted to say more, but his mind mulled over the words too long, and Vashael’s thumb stroking across his cheek pulled him back from the brink of sleep once more.

“You’re still here.” Vashael repeated, leaning in a little more. Michael felt the mattress shift beneath him, and the touch disappeared from his cheek as a weight settled along his side. The hand holding his, however, did not let go.

The human let out a tired breath, and let the fatigue pull him back into darkness.

#mun's writing #Michael #Vashael #((I haven't written much in a while))#((so let's shake some of the rust off this keyboard))#dungeons and dragons oc

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curlermusic2 · 3 years

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Homeless Veterans and Their particular Housing

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One of these service centres is referred to as Bon Jovi's House. It is a huge residence that has several different rooms. Just about all of these bedrooms have showers nevertheless there's also a small health club. A fantastic attraction to this house will be that there happen to be not a lot of people inside the building. This kind of is because many homeless veterans donation not really want in which to stay a new place where generally there are many people close to. Homeless veterans locate it very hard to take care of their cleanliness. A lot of them depend about borrowed money plus do not have got a fortune to expend on hygiene products. In order in order to provide these cleanliness items, Bon Jovi provides hygiene kits that are offered on the homeless shield. solution house philadelphia pa are full of toothe brushes, razors, washes, shampoos, deodorant and more. Exactly why this is usually so necessary for typically the homeless veterans is because they perform not must expend money on purchasing these products individually. Because of this, typically the hygiene kit these people receive is substantially more effective compared to what they would likely comes from any other organization

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jesusatmysix · 3 years

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So You Think You're In A Struggle.....?

(HOW THE VA SCREWS YOU OVER)

So, after about living at that location for four years, and having switched VASH caseworkers. I moved to Mesa where i temporarily stayed with my sister. Since i moved out of Phoenix, I had to be assigned yet another VASH caseworker. The Russian asshole depicted in HTVASYO, pt.1

Dude seemed nice at first. Unlike Phoenix caseworkers, he insisted upon taking me around to check out prospective housing units. He claimed it got him out if the office. That was the excuse by gave his boss. So the VA bought him a Blackberry. That was like giving a little boy the latest popular toy for Christmas. Only time he wasn't playing with it was when he was driving.

I wasn't use to having a shadow, so I would still look for places on my own. Now, keep in mind that HUD has strict rules pertaining to single persons renting. One was which, you cannot fir any reason rent a two bedroom apartment. Remember that! So, i found this quiet little place on 1st Avenue off of Mesa Dr. The landlord's name was Jim Barrett, who turned out to be a veteran himself. When i first met him, i recognized him from LA. I had stayed at the VA domiciliary for about a year. But, i never addressed it to him. And i know he's the same guy, because during my dealinngs with him. He was calked back there for a medical eval.

Anyway, he held the apartment for me. I go have Popov come take a look at it. And he and Barrette became joined at the hip. So we meet with Rosario Beltran-Jose my HUD caseworker. Well, HUD rent policy is, you pay one third of your rent. This apartment was i believe, $549(?). Close to! So they decided to i wouldn't be happy there. They decided this! For me! Truth is, with their deduction for my monthly income..... I would have had too much money left over for myself. A white supremacist system like HUD is set up to keep you in your place. Depraved!

Barrett, having saved this place was furious. Oh, okay...... that's how he and Popov met. Popov went to talk to Barrett because i was fucking pissed. So Barrett came up with another available apartment that was $750(?) a month. Here's when the bullshit started..... This unit was a two bedroom! So, i took it!

I moved in, a community of racist ass Mexicans. Illegals roaming around all hours. Prostitution, a drug dealer........ fucking roosters.

Right off, me and the next door neighbor didn't hit it off. I didn't have a car, but did get the occasional visitor. They had this friend who drove a dark blue, almost black Altima. This motherfucker was always parking in my assigned space. Well, the shit gets interesting!

This was back in 2015 I believe. There had been a hit and run way up in North Phoenix. Some white lady with blonde hair. So, one afternoon, shortly thereafter this hit and run. Dude shows up in a panic with front end damage on his passengers side(?) pretty sure. So, he and my neighbor were in the parking lot talking, and my neighbor told him, "you have to get rid of the car." Next time dude shows up, he's on a bike. 🤔

So, anyway! The bullshit with these racist ass Mexicans continues. My granddaughter had ask me to keep her dog a minute. And the wasn't a scary dog. But, i noticed a change in him when i would leave him alone and come back. So, I had two phones. I set one up to record video...... I go out, come back. Check my video........ Nothing! Not even the recorded portion of me leaving the apartment. Okay!? So, one day i returned home.... The dog is hiding under the bed. WTF! Right off i noticed, my vacuum cleaner had been moved. Chalked it up to the dog. Well, my next trip out, I put the phone inside the vacuum cleaner. Come back! Check my phone. Phones were different back then. Everything recorded went directly onto my SIM card. So, whoever the bastard was didn't know how to erased the card. GOD AS MY WITNESS! They took the damn card. So, i figured...... someone was using my vacuum cleaner.

As, if that wasnt bad enough. I standing at my kitchen counter. I see the girl from the office (Judy Espa something) walk by my window. Then me screen door opens. Im now at the door..... I hear her putting her key in the lock. I pulled the door open real fast to scare the shit outta her. "OH...! OH, I was about t to leave you a note." I'm like, "would you like a piece of paper, since you don't appear to have any.?"

So, back to Popov...... He and Barrette are buddies now. Barrett once boasted that he could sell anybody, anything. So, here's what his slimy ass sold the banks. The complex .needs new roofing. Bank come out! Money in the bank! Barrett hires a bunch of illegals to put new plywood, and rubber sheeting. Same shingles! And rewarded himself with a new Lexus update. He drove a lexus suv. And got an updated new one, same colour so no one would notice. God knows what else he treated himself to, because his ass disappeared not long after that. And Aztec reality changed its name to Sunrise. The old crew, but no one knows who Jim Barrett is.

So, its time for me to roll. I had already set one house on fire. These bastards were pushing their luck.

Continue later!

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solaciummeae · 6 years

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Ship meme - Ivy x Vashti, Royce x Aaliyah.

TO: @notsobasicSUBJECT: 1. send me a ship and I’ll tell you… 2. send me a ship and i’ll tell you 3. send me a ship with a heart and i’ll tell you… 4. Send me a ship and I’ll tell you.. (KITCHEN/COOKING HABITS) 5. ♡ Send me a ship and I’ll tell you 6.send me a ship and i’ll tell you… 7. Ship Meme: BedroomMUN OR MUSE: Mun/MuseSTATUS: ACCEPTING { Established Ships ONLY! }

Okay so I’m giving you the “oh holy shit package” of ship memes are you ready?

{ IVY X VASHTI: }

1.who is more likely to hurt the other? I want to say neither, but Ivy usually gets hurt. I hope it doesn’t happen with them.who is emotionally stronger? Probably Vashtiwho is physically stronger? Ivywho is more likely to break a bone? Ivy who knows best what to say to upset the other? Vashtiwho is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Ivywho treats who’s wounds more often? Vashtiwho is in constant need of comfort? Ivywho gets more jealous? Ivywho’s most likely to walk out on the other? I don’t know Vash well enough to know if she would, but Ivy definitely wouldn’t walk out on her.who will propose? Ivywho has the most difficult parents? Probably Vashtiwho initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Ivywho comes up for the other all the time? Vashtiwho hogs the blankets? Vashtiwho gets more sad? Ivywho is better at cheering the other up? Vashti who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Vashtiwho is more streetwise? Ivywho is more wise? Vashtiwho’s the shyest? Bothwho boasts about the other more? Ivywho sits on who’s lap? Vashti

2. who hogs the duvet Vashtiwho texts/rings to check how their day is going Ivywho’s the most creative when it comes to gifts Vashtiwho gets up first in the morning Ivywho suggests new things in bed Ivywho cries at movies maybe Vashwho gives unprompted massages Ivywho fusses over the other when they’re sick Ivywho gets jealous easiest Ivywho has the most embarrassing taste in music neitherwho collects something unusual not surewho takes the longest to get ready Vashtiwho is the most tidy and organised Vashtiwho gets most excited about the holidays Vashtiwho is the big spoon/little spoon Ivy/Vashtiwho gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports Vashtiwho starts the most arguments Ivy

who suggests that they buy a pet Vashtiwhat couple traditions they have none yetwhat tv shows they watch together horror movies, zombie flicks, gay cinema, foreign filmswhat other couple they hang out with JudexEmma, AaliyahxRoyce, RyanxRaven, LoganxAlicia, AnthonyxGenevievehow they spend time together as a couple a lot of one on one time and staying in at this point.who made the first move I guess Ivy did.who brings flowers home Ivywho is the best cook Vashti

3.who is more affectionate in public? in private? Ivy. Vashti.who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly? Vashti. Ivy.who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day? Ivywho is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public? Ivywho is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people? Ivywho developed a crush on the other first? Ivywho spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other? Ivywho initiates most physical contact? Ivywho is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? Vashtiwho spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities? Ivywho is more protective? Ivywho tends to get sick more often? Ivy

who is better at taking care of the other? Vashtiwho said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? Ivywho believes in soulmates? both?

4.Who washes the dishes by hand and who uses the dishwasher? Vashti. Ivy.Who cuts vegetables, fruit, etc by hand and who uses the easy to use chopper? Vashti. Ivy.Who pours the cereal into the bowl first and who pours milk before the cereal? cereal first for both.Who buys/drinks bottle water and who uses/drinks from the tap? Vashti. Ivy.Who hoards disposable containers and who throws them away? Vashti. Ivy.Who buys milk in a paper carton and who buys it in a plastic jug? Plastic jug for both.Who picks paper bags and who picks plastic bags after grocery shopping? Always paper.Who HOARDS the plastic bags and who recycles them? Both recycle.Who hoards salt/pepper packs, togo silverware and other togo condiments? Ivy.Who lets the garbage can overflow before throwing it out? IvyWho gets annoyed when someone doesn’t use the clips for the potato chips? VashtiWho uses paper plates? IvyWho uses coasters? VashtiWho licks the spoon/butter knife after they use it? IvyWho loses the bread ties? IvyWho kicks the ice under the fridge when it falls on the ground? IvyWho constantly cuts/burns themselves when they cook? IvyWho organizes the spice rack? VashtiWho uses the microwave more? IvyWho stops the microwave one second before time’s up? Vashti

5.Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa IvyWho doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them VashtiWho starts the tickle fights IvyWho starts the pillow fights VashtiWho falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile IvyWho mistakes salt for sugar IvyWho lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning IvyWho comes up with cheesy pick up lines BothWho rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order VashtiWho licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies BothWho buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion IvyWho draws little tattoos on the other with a pen IvyWho comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation VashtiWho convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines Ivy

6.who believes in love at first sight? Ivywho started liking the other first? Unknownwho is more likely to suggest a romantic, candle-lit dinner? Ivywho’s behind the wheel more often during road trips? Ivywho sets up the tent and who gathers firewood during a camping trip? Ivywho hooks bait during a fishing trip? who catches more fish? Ivy. Vashti.who insists on learning how to ballroom dance? Vashtiwho goes all out on the other’s birthday? Ivywho sings louder while cooking? while showering? who teases the other for said singing? Ivy. Vashti. it’s mutual.who insists on checking their zodiac sign compatibility every so often? Ivywho drags the other to fortune tellers at fairs? Vashtiwho would carry who over the doorstep of a new home? Ivy carrying Vashti

7.Whose room was it first? IvyWhat size is the bed? QueenWhat color are the sheets? Wine RedHow many blankets do they use? TwoHow many pillows do they use? ThreeDo they sleep together or separately? TogetherDo they have a regular sleep schedule? Yes.Are they cuddlers, or do they keep to themselves? Cuddlers definitely.Who hogs the bed? VashtiWho snores? IvyDo they ever share the bed (with pets, children, etc?) Yes Is this their primary location for sex, or is somewhere else? No.Under the sheets, or on top of them? On topLights on, or lights off? BothIs the bed frame sturdy, or does it wobble with more vigorous activities? Wobbly for sure. Are the walls thin? No.How much time do they spend in the room? Not a lot.What other furniture do they have? bedside tables. armoire. dresser. lamps. chest. Do they have a system of organization for clothing and other items? Yes, Vashti’s doing.Do they keep the blinds open, or closed? Open. Is the room decorated at all? Yes, but again. Only because of Vashti. Ivy is more minimalist. Dark rich color. Dimly lit space.

{ ROYCE X AALIYAH: }

1.who is more likely to hurt the other? Unknown.who is emotionally stronger? Royce.who is physically stronger? Royce.who is more likely to break a bone? Aaliyah. who knows best what to say to upset the other? Royce. who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Aaliyah.who treats who’s wounds more often? Aaliyah.who is in constant need of comfort? Neither.who gets more jealous? Aaliyah-- but I don’t know maybe Royce, we just don’t know.who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Royce? who will propose? Royce?who has the most difficult parents? Aaliyah.who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Royce. who comes up for the other all the time? Royce.who hogs the blankets? Aaliyah.who gets more sad? Aaliyah.who is better at cheering the other up? Royce. who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Aaliyah.who is more streetwise? Both.who is more wise? Both.who’s the shyest? Aaliyah, but only in the sense of their relationship.who boasts about the other more? Aaliyahwho sits on who’s lap? Aaliyah.

2. who hogs the duvet Aaliyahwho texts/rings to check how their day is going Aaliyahwho’s the most creative when it comes to gifts Aaliyahwho gets up first in the morning Royce

who suggests new things in bed Bothwho cries at movies Aaliyahwho gives unprompted massages Roycewho fusses over the other when they’re sick Aaliyahwho gets jealous easiest Aaliyahwho has the most embarrassing taste in music Aaliyahwho collects something unusual neitherwho takes the longest to get ready Aaliyahwho is the most tidy and organised bothwho gets most excited about the holidays Aaliyahwho is the big spoon/little spoon Royce/Aaliyahwho gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports Aaliyahwho starts the most arguments Aaliyah

who suggests that they buy a pet Aaliyahwhat couple traditions they have none yetwhat tv shows they watch together comedies, stand up, documentaries, disneywhat other couple they hang out with IvyxVashti, JudexEmma, CameronxCaroline, RyanxRaven, LoganxCici, AnthonyxGenevievehow they spend time together as a couple going out to V’s, clubs, dinner, movies, staying in, vacationing, they’ve always got plans of some kindwho made the first move Roycewho brings flowers home Roycewho is the best cook Both

3.who is more affectionate in public? in private? Royce. Aaliyah.who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly? Aaliyah. Royce.who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day? Aaliyah.who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public? Royce.who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people? Aaliyah.who developed a crush on the other first? Aaliyah.who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other? Aaliyahwho initiates most physical contact? Roycewho is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? Aaliyahwho spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities? Aaliyahwho is more protective? Bothwho tends to get sick more often? Aaliyah.

who is better at taking care of the other? Aaliyah.who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? Aaliyah.who believes in soulmates? Aaliyah.

4.Who washes the dishes by hand and who uses the dishwasher? Aaliyah. Royce.Who cuts vegetables, fruit, etc by hand and who uses the easy to use chopper? Aaliyah. Royce.Who pours the cereal into the bowl first and who pours milk before the cereal? Cereal first for both.Who buys/drinks bottle water and who uses/drinks from the tap? Filtered for both.Who hoards disposable containers and who throws them away? They throw them away.Who buys milk in a paper carton and who buys it in a plastic jug? Plastic jug.Who picks paper bags and who picks plastic bags after grocery shopping? They use reusable bags.Who HOARDS the plastic bags and who recycles them? Recycle if ever.Who hoards salt/pepper packs, togo silverware and other togo condiments? They throw it out. Who lets the garbage can overflow before throwing it out? NeitherWho gets annoyed when someone doesn’t use the clips for the potato chips? AaliyahWho uses paper plates? NeitherWho uses coasters? BothWho licks the spoon/butter knife after they use it? BothWho loses the bread ties? RoyceWho kicks the ice under the fridge when it falls on the ground? AaliyahWho constantly cuts/burns themselves when they cook? AaliyahWho organizes the spice rack? BothWho uses the microwave more? neitherWho stops the microwave one second before time’s up? Aaliyah

5.Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa AaliyahWho doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them AaliyahWho starts the tickle fights RoyceWho starts the pillow fights Aaliyah

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile It depends on the night. Both.Who mistakes salt for sugar Aaliyah.Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning RoyceWho comes up with cheesy pick up lines BothWho rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order AaliyahWho licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies BothWho buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion AaliyahWho draws little tattoos on the other with a pen RoyceWho comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation AaliyahWho convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines Aaliyah

6.who believes in love at first sight? Aaliyahwho started liking the other first? Roycewho is more likely to suggest a romantic, candle-lit dinner? Aaliyahwho’s behind the wheel more often during road trips? Bothwho sets up the tent and who gathers firewood during a camping trip? Aaliyah. Royce.who hooks bait during a fishing trip? who catches more fish? Royce. Aaliyah.who insists on learning how to ballroom dance? Aaliyah.who goes all out on the other’s birthday? Bothwho sings louder while cooking? while showering? who teases the other for said singing? Royce. Aaliyah. Neither. Both have good voices. Sometimes they sing together.who insists on checking their zodiac sign compatibility every so often? Aaliyah.who drags the other to fortune tellers at fairs? Aaliyahwho would carry who over the doorstep of a new home? Royce.

7.Whose room was it first? Neither.What size is the bed? King.What color are the sheets? Black pinstripe. How many blankets do they use? threeHow many pillows do they use? sixDo they sleep together or separately? together Do they have a regular sleep schedule? yesAre they cuddlers, or do they keep to themselves? both.Who hogs the bed? AaliyahWho snores? neitherDo they ever share the bed (with pets, children, etc?) Yes Is this their primary location for sex, or is somewhere else? YesUnder the sheets, or on top of them? UnderLights on, or lights off? BothIs the bed frame sturdy, or does it wobble with more vigorous activities? Sturdy. Are the walls thin? NoHow much time do they spend in the room? Usually just nights.What other furniture do they have? dress, nightstands, vanity, armoire, television, stereoDo they have a system of organization for clothing and other items? No. Sometimes they share clothing.Do they keep the blinds open, or closed? bothIs the room decorated at all? yes. everything is clean and classically elegant. there are rich colors and textures and the furniture is all high end.

#notsobasic #answered: meme #answered: all #answered: mun #muse: ivy #vashti saluja #relationship: ivashti #muse: aaliyah #royce james #relationship: royliyah #headcanons: aaliyah #headcanons: ivy #connections: ivy #connections: aaliyah

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