2. Don't you just hate it when you somehow time travel to the past and meet your brother before he went all crazy and killed your mother and everyone else in the village?
(For a part 2 to this, which takes place a few months after this one, go here)
Dream held his legs close to his chest as he thought over his current predicament.
The last thing he remembers before getting here was running away from Nightmare. He had been running low on positive energy the past weeks, and in seeing this, his brother had amped up the attacks, using more force than usual in an effort to finally kill him once and for all. By some miracle, he was still alive and had enough energy in him to run--not much for anything else, unfortunately.
And then he tripped, knew he was about to be stabbed, and frantically teleported out of there without a direct destination. Something crashed, static buzzing in his head, and he was yanked backward through something, colours flying by him and smearing together before he was surrounded by coldness. He ended up crashing into a river, and now here he sat beside it, cape and crown off to the side as he waited for the sun to warm him, thinking about the past few moments.
He should probably find some dry clothes. It wouldn't do to get a cold now, of all times. However, he cannot tell what AU he was in. Whenever he tried, pain laced through his head and so he soon gave up on it. He would just have to wander around and hope he ran into civilization soon enough. Or Ink and Blue found him. One of the two.
"Um...are you okay?"
Dream stilled at the voice. Not possible, must've been in his head.
At the very, very familiar voice.
He slowly looked up.
Ah. That was real. Fuck.
Nightmare--but not murderous, goopy Nightmare. Small, white-boned with purple clothing and a crown opposite of his own Nightmare. His Nightmare. The one he fought for and strived to get back. The one he thought was long gone and as good as dead. Standing right in front of him, concerned, holding a basket full of herbs and a book, looking like nothing had ever happened.
Under his stare, Nightmare shifted, looking away. "I-I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but...I just...I don't usually see people. Here, at least. Especially not a skeleton..." With each word, he shrunk in on himself.
Dream slowly blinked.
This is a dream or a trap or something, he shouldn't trust it, he really, really shouldn't trust it--
He smiled. "Ah, no." He stood, wiping off some of the dirt that stuck to him. "I fell into the river. I'm new to the area, actually." With each word out of his mouth, the screaming voice in his head grew louder and louder until the words mushed together into a single stream of intelligible noise.
Nightmare blinked back at him, glancing at his clothes. "Right. There's..." Something dark crossed his face. "There's a village not too far from here. They'd be happy to help you. Probably, anyway."
Village.
Village meant the villagers that used him and abused Nighty.
Village also meant Mother and himself and the apples.
"Oh. You're bleeding."
"Hm?" Dream looks down, and sure enough. Huh. Blood is slowly soaking through his tights near his ankle. Must've been from when he tripped. He hadn't felt it until now. It comes to his attention that he had also been shoving his fingers into his arm and has left small wounds there too.
"Ah. It seems I am." He smiles at Nightmare again, who looks more concerned. "Rest assured. I am a healer, though I usually don't heal myself. These injuries are nothing."
Nightmare still looks concerned, but his shoulders loosen and he tilts his head, curious. "You're a healer."
"I am."
Something seems to click for Nightmare and his eyes widen. He hesitates, glancing over his shoulder as if he'd be caught doing something bad, then leans forward. "My brother, Dream, is a healer too. The village adores him, but ...I think they mostly just use him for their own needs than any real affection. And Dream tries his best, but he's so tired all the time, and he's the only healer here."
Dream only tilts his head forward. He can see where this was going and he had to stop himself from jumping the gun and agreeing.
"If you're also a healer, would you be able to...I don't know...maybe help the village too? Or maybe give Dream pointers so that he doesn't stretch himself out as much. If you're able to, of course."
Dream thought it over.
He really had no idea if he was somehow in an AU that was a copy of his (which should be impossible, Ink had said so himself) or if he somehow time-traveled to the past or heck, if he was somehow in another multiverse. Cause why the heck not? That might as well be a reason.
All his instincts told him to run away as far as he can and not interfere at all. But...This was Nightmare. He could care less about a past version of himself and whether he was overworking himself or not, but if he could help Nightmare stay away from those bullies? Then how could he pass up that opportunity?
He just can't.
"I might be able to stick around some." He'd need a new name, though. There can't be two Dreams' going around.
Nightmare grins. "Awesome! Now, follow me. I'll show you to Mother and we can wait for Dream to return for lunch and introduce you." He starts walking away before he pauses. "Oh, I forgot to ask your name?"
Dream took this moment to get rid of his gloves and any other reminder of who he really is, setting it with the rest under some bushes. e mulled over a new name in his mind before setting on one.
"Call me...Anon." Anonymous in full, but Nighty didn't need to know that.
Let's see if he can make things better.
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invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)
[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."
Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”
Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.
At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.
"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.
Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”
Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."
In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]
Credits for ID here and here
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Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Falin having a crush on Marcille pre-canon? Especially during her later years at the school/the years she was with Laios.
Just full on "awkward and slightly gnc teenage lesbian has a massive crush on the touchy-feely girly girl straight best friend" tropes everywhere. Even better bc it's the "best friend is also the popular girl while lesbian is the slightly ostracized quiet one" dynamic in school. Falin gets so so so good at not having a heart attack every time Marcille gets in her personal space. But she's so resigned to never saying anything bc why would a girl as blinding as Marcille ever like her back. She also doesn't make an effort to get over it either, she's just content to be trapped in that stable dynamic of silently being in love with Marcille while getting to enjoy CLEARLY being Marcille's favourite person. She gets so used to it that it's almost just background noise most of the time-- it would have to be, unless she wanted to be freaking out 24/7 bc Marcille is so goddamn affectionate.
Her feelings also definitely change throughout the time that they're in school together-- at first it was this "whooaaah pretty older girl" puppy crush that you can clearly see developing in the flashbacks we get (I think she doesn't even like... realize her fixation on Marcille is romantic at all until years after it starts, when she's 12-14 ish and all the other girls around her are talking about crushes). But then they get closer, over the years Marcille starts getting really attached and letting down her guard, and Falin gets to see the ridiculous side of her. She gets to calm her down from her tantrums when experiments don't work out, or help her clean up when something explodes in her face. I feel like the progression of her feelings from "schoolgirl infatuation" to "unrequited love" probably almost exactly corresponds to how slowly Marcille goes from trying to keep Falin at a polite but friendly distance (like she does with everyone else) to her facade completely eroding as she becomes her cheerful and ridiculous self again for the first time since her father died.
That's probably the saddest part: Falin knows that she's clearly Marcille's favourite person on the surface level, but she doesn't quite fully grasp the enormity of what that means to Marcille. She doesn't get that she's the person who made the world colorful again for Marcille, that she is the first person outside of Marcille's family to really and truly make her laugh. She just thinks she's the beloved but dinky little short-lived sidekick, one of many that Marcille has had and will have.
Part of it is that, despite Marcille becoming such a clingy and affectionate best friend, I think her initial demeanour already did its damage. You see Falin being super adventurous and weird at first, bringing Marcille berries and other stuff, only to be rebuffed by Marcille exasperatedly saying she's working or looking kind of put off by it. And by the time you see her a little older, shes already quieter and better at masking -- and I'm not saying that that's entirely Marcille's fault (being the weird girl at an all girls academy for almost the entirety of her teenhood must have been brutal, my god) but she definitely learned that she's a potential nuisance to Marcille if she doesn't tone herself down. She learned that Marcille most likely sees her as a weird little kid following her around bc she has no other friends. And for the most part, she was never given any reason to unlearn any of that.
And that all very very smoothly transitions into Marcille being her "first love that was never meant to be anyway" when she leaves the academy. Chapter closed in her mind: she loved and pined from a distance and that was that. Every now and then she'll see another woman with Marcille's build or her shade of hair and be like ":( I miss her..." But then just kinda move on with her day. Same with when she's going through her own spellbook and finds a note that Marcille left her/correction that she made-- she'll smile fondly and reminisce about how much Marcille doted on her, and then move on.
Sometimes she thinks about contacting Marcille but convinces herself that it's too late (she spent too many months focusing on getting Laios healthy again and didn't mean to go no contact, but ah well). It's only when she has a practical reason to be reaching out that would also benefit Marcille ("Marcille is studying dungeons and we need a trustworthy mage to go with us to the dungeons") that she feels like she's allowed/that it wouldn't just be 100% a nuisance.
I almost think she didn't expect Marcille to reply at all, only to get a telegraph (or some in-universe equivalent of express mail, maybe magical pigeon carrier) that's like. EN ROUTE TO ISLAND. LETTER TO FOLLOW. and she freaks out like AAAA LAIOS SHE SAID YES WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW.
I do think getting a response accidentally sparks a little hope in her, judging by the way she acts in the chp 57 flashback-- she's pouty that Marcille sees her as a kid, gets really worked up about being presentable, and then tries to play it cool when she actually meets Marcille (as if she didn't freak out and force Laios to shave while rambling a mile a minute about Marcille). She's an adult now, really and truly, and she's seen and survived things that her 18 yr old self would have never even imagined-- then all of a sudden, the person she was in love with since she was ten years old appears, and she's so desperate to be seen as mature and competent. She's trying soooo hard to impress Marcille with her newfound combat and dungeoneering experience...
Only to fall right back into their old dynamic. RIP. At least she gets the girl eventually, even if it takes dying twice and being the core catalyst behind an almost-apocalypse.
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