#Just like vash he’d be proud :’)

[solowinged]

[tyriq-edits]

In the Plain of Nysa

Millions Knives

Nai, the God of War

God of War and Vash’s twin brother

Younger brother of Tesla (Goddess of Victory)

Raised by Rem (Goddess of Wisdom)

Based on Ares and partly Demeter

Respected and rather well liked among the other Olympians (except Meryl)

After the death of his sister at the hands of mortal Soldiers during the Trojan war and Vash losing his left arm to the same soldiers, he became fiercely protective/possessive of his twin brother

Some time after the end of the Trojan War he built a giant "cage” under Mt. Olympus and locked Vash inside it for nearly a Millennium.

When any of the other Olympians asked him regarding Vash’s whereabouts he’d tell them his brother was travelling through the mortal realm, which seemed to shut the majority of the other gods up regarding this issue and the Golden Cage beneath their feet remained a secret only he and Vash knew about.

After Vash managed to escape the the golden Cage with the help of Meryl and Roberto, rather than an eternal Winter like Demeter in the Myth of Persephone & Hades, Nai, overcome with rage, created a giant war that would slowly spread across all of ancient Greece.

For more Information/lore about this AU just look at the in the plain of Nysa tag on my page or just send me an ask in my inbox.

As always thanks to my friend Stephan for helping me with this drawing of Nai and this AU in general. Please check out his art on instagram!

Please do not Tag this AU as Plantcest

[More ramblings about Nai’s design under the cut.]

Nai’s Design as you may have gathered is very much based on your typical Greek Hoplite Soldier

He was supposed to also wear a helmet but i was so proud of how the hair had turned out that I did not want to cover it up haha.

Around the time that this story takes place in, classical greece, bronze armours like these had actually fallen out of fashion in favour of iron ones so I just like to think that Nai, being over 1000 years old, is just very traditional or never fully mentally moved on from the Trojan War so he kept his old Bronze Plate Armour all those years while still adopting the newer Hoplite Warfare system (which used spears and Phalanx formations in comparison to the open battle fields and sword fights of the Mycenean Age/the Trojan War)

As for Nai‘s spear, an actual Dory could be up to 4 meters high, especially in the case of Macedonian ones. But making him run around with one of those would be impractical for many reasons as you may assume. The half-moon shaped spikes right underneath the actual Spear‘s spike is the part I stole from ancient greek hunting spears. The point of them was to keep wild animals like boars at a safe distance from you. Because boars, even if you pierce their skull with the actual spear‘s tip would just keep on running towards you even if it meant impaling their own brain on the entire spear Dracula Style. If you look closely you can kind of see it on the Meleager Sarcophagus.

[chris-continues]

Fluff Alphabet!

With the one and only Nai Saverem! These will be answered with the idea that you’re in a college au (following the plot + ideas I’ve set up for my college au Knives via drabbles + hcs)

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/ o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Nai is a very introverted person. I don’t think he’d really enjoy an extroverted partner- and your relationship started by quietly studying beside one another. (Hence, appealing to one of his love languages, quality time). He could sit in a room while you both do your own thing (aka, body doubling, because Knives is neurodivergent and so is reader)

So- basically anything with you. But preferably at home. Cozied up. He relishes in embracing you.. or possibly you embracing him. He’s very grateful to have you, so he’s not too picky on whatever you’re doing, as long as it’s not in an overstimulating environment.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

As cheesy as it sounds, your smile. The way you beam was practically (and to his annoyance) engraved into his mind. There’s also your intense yet focused eyes. When you’re studying intently you have certain ways you focus, and when you’re excited your stims are very endearing.

For him? He finds his markings beautiful. He’s very proud of his plant heritage and when you’re eager to know more, he’ll tell you whatever he can. It means a lot to him that you care to ask, many brush it aside or don’t bother. (Which it is the bare minimum, and he acknowledges that, but he is somewhat eager to interest you and inform you. Plant heritage is a special interest of his he enjoys, and a past hyperfixation. Nowadays he’s more focused on composing music.)

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He knows the feeling all too well- and he’s comforted Vash many times as well. Depending on your preference, (which you would’ve discussed beforehand and he would’ve known because he’s prepared like that), it can go two different ways.

1. If you don’t want touch. He’s fine with that, that’s what he tends to lean towards since he’s normally very touch repulsed, especially when upset. He’ll speak to you, sitting in front of you in a firm voice, grounding you. “You’re here. Breathe. It’s ok.” He’s very good at this.

2. If you crave touch, he’ll give it to you. Holding you, cradling your head in the expanse of his chest and lulling you, (and as mentioned above), grounding you with his voice. He’s got a very assertive presence and he makes that clear when comforting you- you’re not alone.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Knives has thought about the future- academics wise. Romance wasn’t really on his “list of things to think about,” as much as creating a stable life for himself and Vash if needed. He’s a young “adult” forced to grow up far too fast, and while he enjoys you, reveres you, cherishes you- he’s thought of other priorities. But, if he managed to sit down and think about it.. a future with you would be nice. He just doesn’t really know what that would look like yet.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Knives is a very dominant and imposing person, and he mostly knows what he wants and needs. He'll voice his opinions to you and (most of the time) will be direct with what he wants. He enjoys having a sense of control, so while he will do his best to listen to you, you will have to take the reigns of communication and remind him this is a two way street.

Your input for things (such as where you both should get takeout, where you'll study, etc) is very reasonable, so he won't be disagreeing unless he has good rhyme or reason.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

When you do argue, like 90% of the time it’s because of him. You’re a good communicator in comparison to him, and while you’re patient with him sometimes things happen. Knives has a love hate relationship with his anger, because it’s what’s kept him alive, but it’s also what drives you away.

He’d plead for your forgiveness by leaving things at your door, such as snacks and food, letters and short texts wishing you well. Not that they sound tender, they’re abnormally stiff, just like the rest of his texts. You’ll have to initiate a meeting in person with him, he waits until you’re ready and he apologizes by silently murmuring, “I miss you” repeatedly into your hair as he holds you.

He’s sorry he’s like this.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Knives is for the most part, aware. He never wants to take you for granted, even though he does sometimes. After your first fight, he makes an effort to acknowledge what you do for him more often by being more reactive, thanking you more in the small ways he shows his love.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has his own past, and he’s had his own struggles, they’re not really secret, but he doesn’t talk about it much. They certainly do define how he sees the world, and how he understands certain things and experiences along with aspects of his life, but they don’t necessarily define him as a person.

He’s always kept more to himself, and while the situations he’s been through certainly made that more extreme, he’s his own person regardless of his experiences. He doesn’t hide it from you, but it will take him awhile to say much about it to you. He doesn’t consider it to be too important towards your relationship- if you open up about any experiences you’ve had he’s most certainly willing to listen though.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve definitely helped him become more touchy. Not with anyone else really, just you. You’ve also aided him in conveying his feelings, and he’s most certainly not proficient but you praise him for his progress.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Knives would hate to lose you- especially since you’re one of the few good things in his life besides his studies and Vash. He has very few people he prioritizes, but when he does, he loves with his whole heart and it terrifies him. If someone is going to take you away, he’s wary of them. He reminds himself that he can trust you- you reassure him on this every time you speak of your love for him, and if he communicates this or you pick up on it you’ll spoil him with extra affection.

But it takes him awhile to admit it, so how does he handle it? Shoving it into the recesses of his mind in hopes the problem won’t arise again. It’s been his response to such bothersome things for years now.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss? I have yet to write that.. good idea. But it was an awkward mash of lips that led to embarrassment and regret until you spoke of it, reassuring him you’d like to kiss again. Later down the line in your relationship, he enjoys teasing you with a light brush of his lips until you’re beckoning him in for more, because god is he so sweet.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Beautiful, true genuine words that have been on simmering in his mind for awhile, on the tip of the tongue awaiting until they boil over. Until he can’t take it anymore. You’re so wonderful, so elegant, so sweet, so soft, and he yearns and longs for you- how could you keep teasing him and being on his mind all the time? It’s so aggravating, he needs you.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Referring to “Dreams” up above, he hasn’t put much thought into it. The idea of marrying you someday doesn’t rest on his mind until it somehow does, whether it be by Vash’s joking comments or cheeky notes from Wolfwood, or even if it’s you that mentions it. It would be nice to permanently be with you, in such a way.

But right now? He’s got too much going on.

I do think that if he ever does propose, it would be thoughtful and full of small mementos from your relationship subtlety placed. Knives is a romantic, a poetic person, and he wants something of utmost importance such as a proposal to be meaningful. Because he loves you, irrevocably and deeply.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Being a true romantic, whenever he does use nicknames it would be, “dear,” or, “my dear.” If he’s feeling in a teasing mood, he’d murmur: “my darling…” against your skin, brushing past your ear as he continues to walk past you. Hallways are convenient like that, are they not?

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Denies. Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.

Mutual pining is a phrase that perfectly describes your relationship with Knives, and as you enter a relationship with him down the line both of you realize:

“Wait that one time you- when you did that- it was because you liked me?”

“Yes, yes it was.” And the other sighs, an amused smile on their face.

Vash can tell, easily. Knives hides it pretty well at first, but he’s a total dork at heart. He’s so desperate for you- it’s so sweet.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their so in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Knives won’t hide your relationship- but he won’t particularly brandish it either. He’s got a sense of class and while showing you off on occasion is rather gratifying, it’s not something he does often. He’s not a very touchy person, and most of the time in public he’s not in a very touchy mood considering he’s usually in a work/school mindset. But he has his moments.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

There are a few I wanna say-

1. He’s intimidating. When someone won’t take your, “no,” as an answer, and even when you say, “I have a boyfriend,” and they continue?

That’s a moment where Knives has a glare meant to kill, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you to his toned chest. You get surprised every time, but enjoy it endlessly.

2. He’s a good cook. He had to cook for Vash- Vash was normally too tired, and depressed back in highschool, especially when they started living together due to the accident. He’s a very domestic person, and cooking is a way to show he cares.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s very romantic. He’ll write letters when texts just don’t cover it, leaving them at your door. He memorized your classes, so he knows when you’re home and when you’re not. Thanks to @coffinbeananteiku , we know that Knives has troubles picking the color of a wax seal- he analyzes the colors, “red is too passionate”, “blue is too clean”, so he ends up deciding on black or white because they’re all the colors or the absence of color. He’s classic when it comes to romance, he’s truly a gentleman when he wants to be. Hangs up your coat for you, opens doors (of course he’ll make fun of you but that’s just the fun banter of it).

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He will admonish you for your goals if they’re unattainable or unrealistic. He worries and nags, and he’d rather you hate him than you get hurt. He doesn’t want you overworking yourself into your grave- he knows the feeling all too well.

He does believe you can do what you set your mind to though, you’re very determined, and he admires your passion.

Thrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Knives needs routine. It’s what he’s most comfortable with and without it, he ends up overstimulated, distressed, and overwhelmed. (Reference autistic Knives tag). If you want to try something new, you’ll have to introduce it to him and give him time to think about it and adjust to the idea.

Understanding- How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He has troubles with empathy. Sometimes- he most definitely understands what hardships you’re going through, and sometimes all he can do is listen. That’s what he does regardless.

He knows you very well- he’s very observant and truly notices small shifts in behavior about the ones he cares about.

Value- How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth compared to other things in their life?

As much as it’s a hard pill to swallow, Knives will not drop everything for you. He won’t leave school, he won’t leave Vash, and he won’t leave the opportunities he has where he is now. Does he love you?.. yes. It takes him awhile to admit it, but yes. But he wouldn’t move countries for you or anything.

He wouldn’t leave in the middle of class if you wanted to see him, he’s occupied. He’ll see you afterwards- as much as he misses you dearly he has priorities.

Wild Card- a random fluff headcanon.

He cuddles with you by draping your legs over his on the couch, practically holding you in a bridal carry laid against him as he kisses your neck. This is also convenient for when you’re both body doubling.

XOXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private? He loves to- on some days. He can get overwhelmed by touch sometimes and it truly fluctuates. If you’re the same way he definitely understands, you don’t need touch to love someone. You don’t need to talk to love someone.

When you do cuddle though, he reveres you. You’re absolutely divine, a beautiful sight he holds tenderly.

Yearning- How will they cope when missing their partner?

Your smell. I truly believe he has a heightened sense of smell (#autistic knives tag) and he has some clothes you borrowed from him that have your smell. It comforts him, as he wears his petal cloak that definitely doesn’t smell like you.

If he’s desperate, he’ll read through your texts. Not sending anything- he doesn’t really know what to say. Perhaps a, “When will you be back?”

But if you don’t mind him touching you, he’ll hold you close the minute you’re in private together.

Zeal- Are they willing to go through great lengths for the relationship? If so, how far?

Referring back to “Value”, he does have other things he values, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He’d escort you wherever as long as it didn’t clash with his schedule, he’d give you snacks (because you don’t seem to take care of yourself well enough, ugh), and he’d do many more small things for you.

Since this is a college au, no, he wouldn’t kill for you, and no, he wouldn’t destroy the world for you. But he certainly will cherish you- and while he messes up sometimes he does truly try to make up for it. He feels he’s not enough for you- you’re so soft and tender and he’s rough and jagged, unable to understand. He would treat you well though, and he makes a genuine effort.

Nai Saverem is in love with you.

[nanqmies]

Vashwood x Reader

cw: voyeurism, cunilingus, mentions of facials, p in v , and blow jobs. gn amab!reader , afab!vash, implied threesome, masturbation, reader is a little bit of a pervert ngl

wc: 0.4k

a/n: just a quick drabble cause this was in my mind, i fr wrote this at 11pm >_< , i pinky promise I’m almost done wif my full fic!! please be patient. i hope you enjoy my work.

please read my pinned before interacting with me!

nsfw under the cut~

imagine vash n wolfwood like a bunch of sinners giving small touches to eachother, his hands leading down to vash’s and sliding his fingers in, nick rubbing his rough fingertips over vash’s sensitive clit and rolling it in small circles causing him to mewl in pleasure. Maybe he’ll even pull down his slacks and place vash’s thighs over his shoulders as he runs his tongue flatly along his slick folds, vash knits his fingers through his dark colored hair and urges him to keep going.

Of course he’ll oblige, teasing his bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while his fingers slide in to stretch out his tight pussy. Maybe that makes you a pervert for watching, your hand wrapped tightly around your cock whilst rubbing the tip with your thumb. The pre dribbling from your slit proves your thoughts right, watching your closest friends being intimate together from the crack in the door. Vash’s moans sound angelic in your ears, you pray he’d sound like that when you’re inside him. His voice breaking as he repeats your name over and over while your hands grip his hips and fuck into him roughly.. Nick slides another finger inside him, curling them to perfectly hit his g-spot, vash groans loudly and puts a hand to cover his mouth to keep in his sounds of pleasure.

Wolfwood’s always been good with his mouth, in bed or meaning his sharp tongue. His lips are always so perfect and plump, you’ve thought about them wrapped around your cock more times than you’re proud to admit. His eyes filling with tears when your tip hits the back of your throat, you’d moan shakily feeling his tongue run over the underside of your cock, tracing over every sensitive vein. You’d pull out and paint his pretty face with your thick seed, you shouldn’t be thinking of a priest in this way. Your breathing is heavy while rutting into your hand, feeling close at the sight of vash’s face contorting in bliss as his climax is near, god you want to feel his warmth around you, nicks mouth on you. You want them both badly, with a silent groan you finish in your hand. Covering your fingers in hot ropes of cum, you feel ashamed, like a pervert even. You pull up your pants and rush away from the cracked door to clean up.

Nick wipes his mouth from vash’s orgasm, he glances back at the door wondering if he’ll ever tell you they left it cracked on purpose.

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[kitsoa]

The Train

Tribute to the amazing Trigun Twin-Swap AU Fic "The Walls of Jericho" by a writer who has been my muse for the entire summer, @tragic-unpaired-electron. Spoilers for the fic in the excerpt this is illustrating:

Sometimes, Nai would see Vash on the train. They’d never spoken. When Nai awoke, Vash would be asleep on the seat across from him, head tucked into his shoulder. Those were the worst dreams; Nai would sit frozen, watching his twin. Part of him wanted to take Vash by the shoulder and wake him up, and part of him was terrified of the thought. Why is he always asleep? He’d asked Asherah one day. You can’t connect yet, like you connect with us. Your minds and hearts are still too far apart, she said, sighing. Maybe someday, as his own mind heals. Give him time. Is he awake on the train when I’m asleep? Can he see me? Nai had asked.  He’d gotten his answer, one night, when he’d woken on the train to find a single red geranium pressed into his open palm. Like an apology–or maybe that was just what Nai wanted it to be. -Chapter 23

I started this literally the next day after the fic concluded. The scene was just haunting. There was so much yearning, but also hope. I loved that the brothers didn't reconcile because my god, Evil Vash was an actual lost cause. But then again, this scene was a promise. A promise that hurt like hell. I tried to convey that in Nai's complicated expression that I manipulated a million times. I was listening to the waltzing cries of "Asking For Too Much" at first to capture the wishful despair, but then it got more hopeful as I drifted to "i got so much to tell you".

It was a journey emotionally as much as it was artistically. You guys know I don't really do backgrounds, I don't do continuity, I don't make the characters interact with static objects or hold strong postures. But dammit I tried. I pushed myself. It's not perfect but I think I was able to bring my imagination of this scene to life and it's a relief to do so. I'm so proud of this!

While working on this, the author finished their other trigun au fic and I'm just struck by how amazing it is that we can all reach each other through the screen in such beautiful ways. Every single story they posted was just so special. Seriously, this Nai is just an incredible character and he grows. I can't recommend this fic series and this author's works enough.

Thank you.

[krillissue]

19 or 6 for merylwood

19. a kiss to shut them up - merylwood

these are the stampede versions, just good-old-fashioned pigtail pulling. for mwahrch! please send me more of these!!

Nicholas D. Wolfwood was a massive pain in the ass. She’d thought so from the very time they’d met. Meryl hadn’t meant to hit him with her car, of course. But he tried to blackmail her $20,000 to not sue. Absolutely ridiculous. But Vash had taken him in, immediately infatuated with the shady priest. Oh yeah, that was another thing that pissed her off about him. He claimed to be a priest but he drank and smoked, he flirted, generally lived a life full of sin and violence. What was his problem? 

They were both at the bar, drowning their sorrows in cheap beer. Vash and Roberto were off playing a game of cards, of which Vash seemed to be losing. Probably on purpose, he was nice like that. But Wolfwood was getting on her nerves, arguing about pointless things just to get a rise out of her. 

“C’mon, shorty, why won’t you try worm meat? It’s good for ya and you can’t be too picky out here on the road.” 

“Shut up, already. I’m an adult, I can make my own choices.” 

They had snipped at each other all day in the truck and now at the bar, several patrons steering clear of them both. It wasn’t getting heated, not really, until Wolfwood touched a nerve. 

“I bet you’d eat it for Vash, huh? If he pats those pretty blue eyes at you, you’d melt for him?” Wolfwood smirked around his shot of whiskey like he’d won, way too proud of himself. Meryl saw red, wanting to knock him down. 

“No, but I bet you would. You’re the only one weak to Vash’s charms.” How she felt about the legendary gunman wasn’t any of his concern, he should keep that big nose of his to himself. Wolfwood scoffed, that poker face of his shit with his big expressive eyes. He thought those shades of his hid them but she could read him like a book. 

“Watch it, little lady.” 

“Why? You started it, I’m just being honest.” Meryl crossed her arms, huffing. Wolfwood stood and started for the door without another word, clearly pouting. “What, running away already? Scared to admit it?” She pursued him, much to his irritation. But she was testy and frustrated, he’d been getting under her skin all day. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He growled out, that gruff voice of his all gravely from his cigarettes. She wished he wouldn’t smoke so much but there was nothing to do about it. He was too stubborn. But so was she. Meryl followed him outside and down the street, the night dark and chilly. 

“What is there to know? You--” She never got to finish her sentence, Wolfwood yanked her to his chest faster than she could register what happened. 

“Watch where you’re going!” Wolfwood was yelling at the motorist who would have hit her had he not grabbed her out of the way. Meryl’s face was pressed to his chest, that little triangle of his open shirt showing just a hint of chest hair. She blushed, his arm firm and strong around her, his large palm dwarfing her shoulder. “Are you okay, little lady?” 

“Y-yeah, I am. Thanks,” Meryl mumbled, not even correcting him for not using her name. She looked up at him with wide eyes and he let her go, suddenly bashful. 

“Good, you need to watch where you’re going. You’re gonna get killed.” They went back to arguing, just like that. But Meryl had enough. She grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him down, kissing him silent. She expected Wolfwood to get all shy about it but he returned her kiss with more heat than she expected, backing her up against the wall. 

At least he finally shut up. Wolfwood might drive her crazy but maybe she could forgive it for this. 

[vashuknivesu]

VashWood (I wrote the one I posted previously two hours ago and then got this idea and wrote this fifteen minutes ago?? Idk why I’m on a VashWood warpath?? I hope you like it tho)

Warnings: Uhh scar mentions. A lot. That’s it. Smoking? Wolfwood things.

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“-And that one was from a Bounty Hunter. I really nearly got got that time.”

Wolfwood huffs out a column of smoke, watching with low and heavy eyelids as Vash maps out the scars on his naked abdomen. He can’t remember how they got onto the conversation exactly. A joke, he thinks vaguely, about putting a cap in the blonde’s ass if he carried on being annoying that turned into a rather funny story on how he very nearly actually got a cap in the ass once.

Not a single scar was an accident. From small, barely visible things that could pass as birth marks to the large, horrifying and knotted tragedies that took up vast amounts of his skin. They all had a story.

Wolfwood can remember a time in the early stages of their romantic relationship when Vash was self conscious of the network of mutilated flesh his body adorned. Shying away if the Undertaker looked too closely, ever so subtly hunching his shoulders forward whenever he was shirtless as if to shrink in on himself. He was a little bit proud to say that the Typhoon didn’t really hide from him anymore. Evident in the confidence he had in drawing attention to each and every twisted little scar on his form, hesitant only in explaining how it got there if the origin was a touchy subject.

“Anyway,” the blonde chirps, clearly having had enough of the skeletons in his closet for a day, “do you have any scars?”

The question catches Wolfwood off guard a little bit. And he doesn’t realise the ash on the end of his cigarette is getting a bit too large until it falls, landing right between his naked collar bones, and he hisses at the little sting. Vash laughs as the other man shoots up into a sitting position, swiping the ash off of himself, and stumping the half-smoked cig into the ashtray on the floor beside the bed. He grumbles, laying back down with a grunt and thinking for a moment.

“I got one.”

“Just one?”

“Yea’. When I was a kid.”

Wolfwood holds his arm up skyward, and Vash scoots in, until his cheek is resting on the inky-haired man’s shoulder, peering up at the arm as Wolfwood brings his other hand in to point at a spot in the centre of his forearm.

Vash squints. It’s… green. Like an old bruise.

“That’s a scar?”

“Mhm.”

“What is it?”

Wolfwood inhales, squinting at the spot himself for all of a few seconds before exhaling again.

“At the Orphanage. There was this kid I hated. Constantly made the other kids feel like shit cuz’ apparently he was only there ‘temporarily,’ n’ his Mom and Dad were gonna come back for him. Total lies. Just wan’ed to feel better than everyone else.”

Vash nods, soaking in every word, his big blue eyes shifting their focus from his partner’s arm to his tawny face. The square of scruffy jaw, the hook in his nose. His eyes soften fondly.

“Anyway, I got sick of it. Told him to shut up, n’ that his parents wan’ed about as much to do with him as the rest of us. And…”

The Typhoon blinks.

“And…?”

“… And he stabbed me in the arm with a pencil.”

Vash the Stampede was a good man, despite what others may think of him. Or what he may think of himself. He was open minded, understanding and endlessly kind. He’d never judge anyone for their origins, and would always lend a listening ear if someone needed it. So when a little sound forces its way out of his lungs, he clamps a hand over his mouth. But it does nothing to slow down the sudden onslaught of laughter that uses his entire stomach.

The Undertaker snarls, shoving a hand in Vash’s face and barking at him to stop his laughing. And Vash tries. He really does, but it doesn’t work. He laughs and laughs until his midriff is aching and Wolfwood is on top of him, hands braced either side of his head, straddling his hips and threatening violence.

“I-I’m sorry!” Vash giggles, wiping his eyes, “I just… A pencil.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean, if you’re so inclined.”

Wolfwood scoffs, rolling his eyes and climbing off of his companion, stomping around to grab his cigarettes.

“I can’t believe that’s the only scar you have.”

“What can I say,” he grumbles, “everythin’ that came after the experiments healed like it never happened.”

“Right…”

Wolfwood turns to look at the man still lying prone in the bed, but his expression is now one of guilt, remorse. His eyebrows are drawn together, looking at nothing in particular as he thinks.

“Oi, Spikes,” Wolfwood calls out, “don’t go gettin’ soft on me now. You were just laughing at me a second ago.”

“Yeah, well that was until I remembered your tragic backstory,” Vash sulks, looking sullen and a bit upset with himself. Wolfwood can tell he’s worried that he may have insulted him with his laughter and rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed with his new cigarette and lighter in hand, and leans down to catch his lips in a sudden kiss that catches the blonde off guard.

“It’s fine,” Wolfwood breathes against the softness of Vash’s mouth, “I don’t mind you bein’ a bit mean.”

“Well I mind,” Vash pouts in retort, “makes me feel bad.”

“You need thicker skin.”

“Coming from the guy with a pencil scar.”

“I thought you felt bad.”

“I’m over it.”

Wolfwood huffs a laugh.

[jazzraft]

I was tagged by @amidalogicdive months ago in this, and then again by @glaivenoct a week or so ago... I've been so slow at this blog lately, I am sorry :') thanks friends, I'm here at last!

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

1st Most Hits: Invited to Die, NyxNoct + Regis, Shovel Talk Comedy Genfic - Am I surprised? No. Am I proud? Fuck yeah!

How had he come to the point where his healthy respect for King Regis had twisted and shriveled down to nothing put pure, abject terror upon hearing the cold, callous sentence he’d been dreading for months? “How long have you been sleeping with my son?”

2nd Most Kudos: heaven's grief brings hell's rain, Vashwood, Hurt/Comfort - I'm actually quite surprised, given that this fic is not even six months old yet, that it's second in kudos only to Invited to Die, which took the entirety of it's seven year life to accumulate so many kudos... like what??

Vash wishes he couldn’t see so well in the dark, because he doesn’t want to see Wolfwood’s eyes now. He doesn’t want to see the whites of them shining in the dim embers of his cigarette. Wolfwood’s gaze fires rapidly between Vash’s broken wrist, his shaking legs, his caved-in shoulders trying to make himself small, and whatever Vash can’t hide on his face behind a faltering smile. Wolfwood stares, cigarette hanging from his lip, and slowly his fingers clench into fists, as if he could possibly know. - Vash escapes a harrowing ordeal. The wound it leaves upon him is not physical, but it hurts just as badly. Touch has always been a monster to him. Wolfwood desperately wants to prove it doesn't have to be.

3rd Most Comments: Domestic Affairs, NyxNoct, Slice of Life Vignettes - this only a comment or two above Invited to Die, which I'll probably be using as my metric for success for the rest of my fandom career

Various, light shorts ranging from dopey drunk fluff to more awkward dining experiences with dad. Family, friends, and fond moments.

4th Most Bookmarked: Elsewhere, FFXV + Dissidia-esque Fix-it - I remember a lot of people liking this when I posted it, to my genuine surprise. It was such a weird thought experiment, I didn't think anyone would look at it twice

The Crown Prince is injured in a tragic attack on the road. The King, in his desperation, presents his broken boy to the benefactor of all his power: the Crystal of Lucis. Ten years later, Noctis returns.

5th Most Words: CODE: Birthday Business, FFXV Genfic - I wrote this before FFXV even came out, before I wrote my first NyxNoct fic, and nobody knew who I was. Just felt such a nostalgic pang looking at it again, awww...

A very serious series of palace shenanigans. [written for #ffxvweek]

Least Words: Wildflowers, NyxNoct Drabble - I don't remember this at all, but apparently it was a mini buddy challenge!

Tucked away in the bay of Galdin, Noct and Nyx stumble across a beautiful secret.

Thanks for the tags, sorry it took me so long, because this was quite nice to look back on!

[sayonaradumbass]

LIVIO (TR*GUN MAXIMUM)

Name: Livio the Doublefang (and Razlo the Tri-Punisher) Age: Late teens, early 20s Gender: Male Physical description: a huge blonde with a tattoo on one side of his face Likes: relaxing, working out and training, helping other people out, exploring Dislikes: Cults (tm), oppression (tm), bullies Hobbies: apparently ponchos now

★★★ ★ ★ —  strength

★★★★ ★  —  offense

★★★ ★ ★  —  defense

★★★ ★ ★  —  speed

★★★★★  —  durability

★★★ ★ ★  —  accuracy

★★★★ ★  —  agility

★★★ ★ ★  —  stamina

★★ ☆ ☆ ☆  —  teamwork

★★★ ★ ☆  —  stealth  

★★★ ★ ★  —  close combat

★★☆☆☆  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s )

★★★☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )  

★★ ☆ ☆ ☆  —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s )

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ —  superpowers / abilities

★★★☆☆  —  traps/setups

★★ ☆ ☆☆  —  medic

verses I'm fine with toying with: during the eye of michael days, post Wolfwood beating his ass and leaving him to find out how to live his life, all kinds of aus etc. Razlo and Livio will be switching between each other (in stress, or if post!manga, they'll do it willingly) etc.

MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, MURDER, ANIMAL DEATH

Personality:

Livio’s always been an emotional guy. It’s in the nickname he’s affectionately called (Crybaby Livio), it’s in the stark black tattoo that stands out with every rush of rage on his face. He started out as a scared little boy, one who wasn’t taken care of by his parents. With his father instilling fear and pain within him, and his mother, seeming indifferent, Livio grew up frightened and hurt and alone. (But he wasn’t really alone. We’ll get to that part in a bit, though) Despite the tragedy that happened after that, and the loneliness far after, deep down Livio grew up to save kindness within his heart. He worked as hard as he could to be useful to the organization (cult) called the Eye of Michael, to make his master, his teacher, proud. Even when it meant killing people. (and it always meant killing people). You’d think he was cold and cruel–Not unncessarily. He doesn’t lavish in the kill. When he and Master C, his master, and their goons from the EOM go after Wolfwood for his betrayal, go after what he holds dear, (the orphanage they both lived in at one time) Livio didn’t hurt any of the children or staff. And when one of the other goons moved to do just that, Livio took out that goon first. To Livio at that time, despite what he’d grown to be, he still felt a sentimentality for the orphanage, for their children. (kids are a liiiitttle annoying to him at this point) Similarily, there were multiple times he could have gone for the death blow during his and Wolfwood’s fight, but he refrained, almost disappointed it couldn’t go on, hesitant to end the life of the person he once called a friend. And then, stunningly, Livio accepted his fate. Took control of himself from his alter Razlo, to spare Wolfwood’s life. To awknowledge the pain Razlo was put through to protect him.

Basically it was all over when his master betrayed him (broke his heart!!!)  tried to kill him along with Wolfwood. And Wolfwood eventually died, leaving him with a gaping hole in his heart, and a grief so great it could blow him over if he lets it. But despite what happened to him, despite what he took part in (all the murder and betrayal) Livio didn’t give up once again. He is, more than anything, a survivor. He moves on with an eagerness to help Vash the Stampede save the planet No Man’s Land, to fight for the side of righteousness– he cannot ever make up for the lives he took, and the ones he ruined, but he is eager and ready to help make a difference– it’s what Wolfwood would have wanted, he tells himself. Not to mention Vash the Stampede, this powerful eldritch horror, this great man, killed someone to save him. How could he disrespect that? He won’t.

Okay, and then there’s Razlo: Surprise, if Livio isn’t cold and cruel, Razlo kind of can be. And he’s also a crybaby too! Razlo, Livio’s one and only alter, was created to protect himself from the cruel and painful abuse his father inflicted on him as a child. And subsequently murdered both parents. Every time, in the beginning, when Razlo rose to the surface it was to protect Livio from something that could harm him– parents? Murdered. A little puppy that was taking up all of Livio’s attention? Same thing. That last incident though made the other children distrust Livio. So they ran away from those feelings, and wound up in a much worse situation: the grown up world where there’s more violence and theft and cruelty.

Razlo made himself known then, during a time Livio was being beaten up by a group of men. Razlo was physically strong as well as mentally, and brutal– he establishes this immediately– stronger than Livio, that’s for sure, and that strength lures in the EOM pretty quick. Brash and headstrong and pretty crass, Razlo thinks he doesn’t need anyone. He just needs to be strong enough so no one can ever hurt Livio (him). As a child, a young boy, the EOM exploit him, and he eats it up eagerly to show them what he can do, but it’s when Master C (Chapel at that time) speaks up for him, prostrates himself to the higher ups in the organization to spare Razlo’s life, and injures himself, and tells him he’s needed– that doesn’t put a leash on Razlo, but that almost humanizes him even more. He isn’t just a wild untamed creature– Master C needs him. (and then betrays him horribly) (and then dies and breaks his heart)

(Also guess what? Razlo’s the strongest, but he’s the loneliest too. Livio might have enjoyed the love and comfort of the other children in the orphanage, of the other children, he enjoyed being a hero once– but Razlo had been feared. And mistrusted. He’s the loneliest of all)

Razlo knows he’s strong, stronger than Livio, and he knows its to protect him. He doesn’t necessarily call Livio weak, but he reminds his other self that it is because of the pain HE endured that Livio still survives. And that’s something Livio feels guilty about– he doesn’t hate Razlo, and Razlo doesn’t hate him– they need each other. Razlo can be antagonistic if crossed, but would at this point, especially during the last fight with Wolfwood, he only emerge when Livio is threatened with deathly, mortal harm. If he’s about to kick it.

After their master’s betrayal, and Livio’s change of heart, Razlo has one too. He reminds Livio during his fight with Elendira the Nail that Razlo is strong– and Livio is strong too. THEY are strong together. They come to a better agreement between each other, a better coexistence. Now, they both fight for the hope of the future of No Man’s Land, moving throughout it to help those in need, to help repair their planet.

[eventheodds]

It’s hard to imagine the truth behind his words when she feels so much guilt. Maybe somewhere down the road, they’ll ring true and she’ll believe them, come back to them when she needs a reminder; the past and its experiences are the best teachers, after all.

But, right now, the words aren’t registering—or they are—but she’s too numb to let them sink in. Right now, the only thing that makes sense, any sense at all, is sitting here in the gloom of night and letting the alcohol burn as she takes a swig whenever the bottle is passed back to her.

Right now, aside from this moment, aside from familiarizing her surroundings and with Vash beside her, Meryl’s mind goes back to each moment she can remember with Roberto. He’d been hard-pressed to accept a field assignment with a newbie, probably hoped he would ease his way into retirement by sitting at a desk and or taking jobs that did not put himself at risk. 

When she remembers him, Meryl knows that a desk job was not something she could see him doing. He’d probably hate it.

But a desk job would have been safe.

He’d still be alive.

The words proud of you ring out inside her head and she feels that ache becoming palpable. Her shoulders hunch, her brows knit together as her eyes are squeezed shut, and she folds herself over her knees, burying her face in her hands as sobs leave her.

There are two things that Meryl Stryfe is terrified of: loss and disappointment.

There is no other sentiment that can affect her like these two. She feels them acutely and they stay with her as reminders.

And then there is also guilt.

A result of either loss or disappointment, guilt is what stays with her, what she will carry. 

“I’m sorry-I’m—I didn’t mean to,” she eases herself up, wiping her face with the back of her arm; the tears, the sand, the dirt. Her voice hiccups each time she tries to apologize and Meryl makes a conscious decision to just stop talking and allow herself to breathe. 

A few breaths in, a few breaths out.

“He knew I wouldn’t stop, that I’d keep going. I think…,” her voice tapers off as she turns to look at Vash; she can see the unshed tears in his eyes, probably knowing he’ll just pass it off as sand or something else. Jeneora Rock comes back with a vengeance. 

She takes the bottle but not to drink. Placing it beside her boot on the ground, it’s left there as she sidles closer towards him, her side pressed against his. A beat passes as she exhales and leans her head against his arm, eyes staring forward into the darkness.

“...I think he’d want me to see this to the very end. If I stopped—if I gave up—it’d be like he died-” her voice catches and trembles over the word, like being punched in the chest, “—died for nothing.”

@eventheodds

He tries for a smile, but there's a distinct grimace in how tightly he presses his lips together that has nothing to do with the burn or flavor of alcohol. And still he listens, lets Meryl talk, lets her feel, because it's something she needs to say. To get out, to understand herself as much as express to someone else. Even if it does hurt to know that the person right next to him is hurting in ways that he doesn't think he can help.

Understand, yes. He can understand it beyond empathy, but he can't help in any immediate ways, in any large ones. That always eats away at him. Taking the bottle back, the next swallow is with minimal wincing. Almost there. He holds the bottle loosely between them, thinking. "Needing to know isn't a bad thing. Everything you did... I think it was all for the right reasons." Vash admits softly.

"You didn't do anything just to know. Not just for yourself. You wanted to help people, right? Still do. To keep anyone else from getting hurt, or to... to give them closure, I guess." More things that couldn't be helped or changed, he supposes. Yeah, one more long drink is needed before he actually hands the bottle back.

"I won't downplay anything that happened. And I wish it hadn't happened the way it did. But I think he... understood. Right? For what that's worth." Maybe he should have had this conversation without the alcohol going directly to his brain after all. He's sure he's coming off as insensitive at best, but he keeps rolling anyway. "I think he'd be proud of what you've learned from him, and what you're doing. S-So just don't doubt that."

He is not crying too. He definitely is not. Sand in his eyes and a less than subtle sniff because of it, is all.

[gamer-logic]

Since my state, Georgia, is having the annual Peaches to Beaches event which is two days of statewide yard sales, I thought it would be interesting to show how America, the states, and any other countries wanting to participate both 1p and 2p would be during this event. So here you go!

Georgia is happily selling fresh produce like boiled peanuts and Vidalia onions and peach-based deserts. Her homemade peach cobbler and ice cream are to die for!

Antonio (Spain) also sells many fresh tomatoes, olives, and other vegetables. He doesn't understand why no one wants his Olive Juice though.

Hawaii and Alaska make a killing selling lemonade at their stand with a free complimentary handmade flower crown with every purchase. While using their sheer cuteness to attract everyone including one of those sweet biker gangs. It's really surreal to see a huge gang of buff, tattooed, tough-looking guys in leather wearing flower crowns and drinking lemonade. Allen's also there to supervise and ward of creep. Also, to provide people more 'incentive' to buy their lemonade.

Texas breaks out the Texas BBQ and is in a Barbecuing turf war with Jett (Australia). They draw huge crowds for the five-alarm chili as well and hold a competition who can eat the most without burning out their tongues and/or passing out.

Florida sells some of the weirdest stuff you'll ever see. "Want a full-scale model of a gator made entirely out of bottle caps? Only ten bucks! Want a portrait of Florida Man painted with orange juice? 15 bucks!"

Nevada also tries to sell weird and sketchy stuff to scam everyone. "This piece is the genuine article folks! One napkin gently used by Elvis Presley himself! Just 500 bucks! Also, gets into a haggling war with Lars (Netherlands). Somewhere Alfred's dad instincts go off and he reminds himself to ground Nevada.

California, Oregon, and Washington collaborate and California sells anything vegan or made with avocadoes and the autographs of Hollywood stars, Oregon sells his old tye-dyed shirts and records, they also made him sell his old groovy hippy bus from the sixties he'd never got rid of no one knew they had. Oregon can be a bit of a hoarder, so they had to tie him to a chair and gag him because he wouldn't surrender the bus without a fight. Washington also tries to sell and drink cups of coffee, but in the hot Southern heat, this doesn't end well.

Louisiana sells anything Cajun-style from frog legs to fresh gumbo, to beignets. Also has a full collection of Mardi Gras masks and shrunken voodoo heads on sale for two bucks a pop.

Gilbert (Prussia) gets tricked by Nevada and gets a ton of stupid things he doesn't need. Ludwig (Germany) tries unsuccessfully to keep him on a metaphorical leash.

Ludwig always checks the quality of things he sees and buys dog toys and supplies for Blackie, Berlitz, and Astor. Later, he actually buys a kiddie leash for Gilbert.

All the while Lutz (2p! Germany) is asleep in a lawn chair with his hat on his face after drinking like six cold beers from this really good booth. All the while, Klaus (2p! Prussia) finds an antique Teutonic Knights flag from a vendor whose family was from Germany.

Vash (Switzerland) buys antique guns from Alabama and Roderich (Austria) also checks out some of Tennessee's guitars. He's horrified upon seeing Alabama's banjo and washboard.

Mathew (Canada) and Emma (Belgium) combine their powers and tag team to sell the best pancakes and waffles on earth with genuine Canadian maple syrup.

New York sells tons of baseball memorabilia and collectibles. Allen, trying to save his bad-boy image, tries to be discreet when buying some while taking Hawaii and Alaska around to get something with their lemonade money. James also gets some hockey memorabilia with Michigan and Minnesota who also got snow cones.

Alaska and Hawaii see a giant deluxe dollhouse but are almost in tears when they don't have enough money. But they end up getting it for free because no one can resist their weaponized puppy dog eyes. Also, no one can resist a growling Allen. Using the leftover money, they buy cute little rainbow umbrella hats for everyone and have Allen wear one who begrudgingly accepts it.

James, walking by with an armful hockey gear and flannel shirts, bursts out laughing when he sees this. In revenge, Allen forces him to wear one too and help him carry the dollhouse, much to Hawaii and Alaska's delight! "I said go my way puck head!" "No, it's my way, you vegan loving hoser!" A passing Francis (France)' is in stylish horror when they also make him and a nonchalant Luis (2p! France), holding a case of vintage wines, wear them too. Hawaii and Alaska go around giving umbrella hats to everyone including a sleeping Lutz they pass by.

Loving (Romano) practically has to supervise Feliciano (Italy) and keep him from buying anything too stupid on impulse or get scammed. They still end up with stacks upon stacks of cookbooks, kitchen wear, and a Mona Lisa made entirely out of Macaroni. They also get umbrella hats.

Flavio (2p! Romano) browses through clothing racks to get ideas for his vintage line. Also checks out the handmade fabrics like quilts. "Such craftsmanship! This pattern is so unique and chic! I simply must have it! What's your price Bella?" The nice old woman selling the quilt just smiles, "Oh just about five dollars young man." "Perfect!" Flavio hands the quilts off to Andreas (2p! Spain) who's practically buried underneath the fabric. Luciano (2p! Italy) facepalms while holding a new knife set in its case. "Oooh! Look at those adorable hats I just have to have one." Cue three more umbrella hats and a humiliated Luciano. "Just kill me now..."

Katyusha (Ukraine), Elizaveta (Hungary), Lillie (Liechtenstein), Natalya, (Belarus), Katya( 2p! Ukraine) and Anastasia (2p! Belarus), and Michelle (Seychelles) explore with armfuls of clothes, new ribbons, and a gun case for Switzerland (Lillie), cast iron frying pans (Elizaveta, watch out Prussia!), farm tools (Katyusha), Jewelry and unmentionables (Katya), dresses (Anastasia), an assortment of switchblades (Natalya), and one of those singing fish on a plague (Michelle). It's definitely an interesting group.

Kiku (Japan) and Kuro (2p! Japan) find a nerd booth selling comics, manga, and Japanese weapons like katanas. Kuro test swings a blade and tries to slice the table so hard it breaks the blade, "Hmmm, not sharp enough for me, got anything else?" He throws it on the pile of broken blades he's already tested. Kiku stockpiles on limited-edition manga and he and the vendor end up getting into a huge, heated by Kiku standards, debate on who's waifu is best. Further down, Alfred reads every Marvel/DC comic while keeping an ear out on every state's location. He checks on Texas via his glasses and notices he's beating Australia in the chili contest. "That's my boy!"

Wisconsin wearing a cheese head sells anything cheese-based. He's got cheddar, goat cheese, string cheese, cheese spray, gorgonzola, grilled cheese, cheese curds, Mac n' Cheese, cheese sculptures of all world monuments, you name it he's got it! He also starts a war with Iowa's corn dishes and Idaho's potato dishes. They eventually end up flinging cheese, potatoes, and corn after they start dissing each other's foods. "Take this cheese brain!" "Nice aim, I-da-ho!" "I told you not to call me that!" "I'm gonna go children of the corn on y'all's behinds!" Poor Nebraska is stuck in the middle.

Alfred (America) hears the commotion and using his parent radar, immediately knows who it is and reminds himself to ground Iowa, Wisconsin, and Idaho later along with Nevada who, though still grounded for sure, makes him feel a little proud of since he managed to out haggle Netherlands.

New Mexico and Arizona also sell Native American handicrafts along with things like dreamcatchers and giant inflatable aliens. While Delaware, being the boring stick in the mud that he is, walks by with a framed and complete U.S. quarter collection from a vendor.

Kansas sells out of every sunflower she had courtesy of Ivan (Russia). Ivan and her the team up to buy out every sunflower seed from here to kingdom come. Viktor (2p! Russia) buys all the vodka he can find and a new shovel while Xiao (2p! China) tries giving people tattoos for 10 bucks a pop.

He tries to convince Yao (China) to get a hello kitty one to match the giant plushie he's holding, with the encouragement of Leon (Hong Kong) and Yong Soo (South Korea) who all collectively agree he needs to quit being such a grandpa. They also like calling him an antique-like the items on sale. " Aiyah! I'm not that old, aru!" "Yeah, you are Sensei." "Don't deny it! Da Ze!" Respect your elders!" "Tattoos originated in Korea da ze!" He totally is that old.

Oliver (2p! England) holds a bake sale and has people lined up for blocks to get some. Arthur (England), after having his scones shut down after it poisoned some unlucky squirrels, fries selling authentic magical items like unicorn hair or pixie dust. Everyone thinks he's a little crazy but he did sell a good bit of old magic books he needed to get out of his house, after making sure no one could actually use them of course.

The Nordics also went perusing for antique and handmade furniture when Mathias (Denmark) spots two full sets of Viking costumes and tries to get Lukas (Norway) to try them on with him. Lukas wasn't amused.

Berwald (Sweden) and Tino (Finland) also find a great handmade table to get after inspecting the workmanship and a full Lego set for Peter (Sealand), now if only Mathias would stop squealing like a little kid at the full piece lego death star. Emil (Iceland) keeps thinking he's the mature one until he spots a mini top hat and cane for Mr. Puffin.

In the end, everyone ends up wearing umbrella hats courtesy of Hawaii and Alaska, loving all the strange things they bought or counting the profits they made. Alfred (America) is proud of his kids and visits everyone one of their stands. He ends up looking pretty funny with an umbrella hat (HW, AK), a washboard, (AL),a picture of Florida Man, (FL), a balloon alien (NM, AZ), a tye dye shirt (CA, WA, OR), hockey stick shaped glasses (MN, MI), a giant stack of comics with a replica Thor hammer and Captain America shield on his back, all in a shopping cart (NV), and a giant turkey leg in his hand (Tx). Unsurprisingly, it was a tie between Oliver, Texas, and Australia for who earned the most with their food. Georgia just smiled as this was another great year for her state and people!

[severalspoons]

The Death of Nicholas D. Wolfwood

A look into anime Wolfwood’s mind at the end of his life. Written for Dagdaddy and @vash-crybaby-stampede. Warning: This might make Episode 23, and Rakuen, hurt even more than they already did. You’re welcome. G or at most PG, but depressing. Fic below the cut.

...Here all this last hope, which makes it ten times easier to die, is taken away FOR CERTAIN; here you have been sentenced to death, and the whole terrible agony lies in the fact that you will most certainly not escape, and there is no agony greater than that. Take a soldier and put him in front of a cannon in battle and fire at him and he will still hope, but read the same soldier his death sentence FOR CERTAIN, and he will go mad or burst out crying. Who says that human nature is capable of bearing this without madness? Why this cruel, hideous, unnecessary, and useless mockery?...It was of agony like this and of such horror that Christ spoke. --Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

Nicholas D. Wolfwood had spent the day expecting to die. Now he was bleeding out on the floor of an empty church, and he’d never been less happy to be right.

He’d tied up every loose end he possibly could. Afraid Millie might follow him into danger, he’d made her promise to wait for him. He’d told her he’d be back with a lump in his throat, knowing he probably wouldn’t. It was getting harder to lie, and he hated it.

He’d done everything he could to get Needle Noggin ready to fight Knives. Pushed Spikey to figure out what the hell he was going to do about his maniac brother. Forced him to admit that he was choosing to do nothing, running away, and every day he waited, more people were murdered. Found him wallowing in guilt, told him where to find Knives, and gave him a damn good pep talk about what it meant to be mortal, while ironically, painfully aware of his own impending mortality. Spikey had been somewhere else, wallowing in guilt, barely aware of Wolfwood’s presence and understanding his words. Didn’t even seem to realize Nick was injured. Probably didn’t realize. Wolfwood was a good actor, to the end.

He hated religion and everything the Eye of Michael had done to it, to the point where he rarely set foot in a church, and had never made a confession. But Wolfwood was surprised to find he wanted to confess, and the building with its stained glass was comforting. It felt like the right place to spend his last moments.

Wolfwood rarely let himself think about what it would be like to die, although he had little fear of it. The physical pain was excruciating, but not bad enough to prevent him from walking and talking normally just moments before. He’d felt worse. What was unbearable was the certainty that this was it. There would be no second chances. What was it he’d just said to Vash, something like, “don’t feel bad about it, just do better next time?” For Wolfwood, there would be no next time. He’d spent his life running from guilt this way by always looking ahead to the next time, and now, every sin he’d ever committed was catching up with him. It was like he’d been running from a crowd of children, then suddenly stopped short, and they were all slamming into him.

He saw the faces of every man, woman, and child he’d ever killed. His guardian, though he still felt more grim satisfaction than guilt for killing him. Any number of gunslinging murderers, slavers, drug lords, and other scum of the earth -- he’d told himself they deserved to die. A few bounties he’d taken to feed the orphans -- for them, he’d do anything, no questions asked. He’d been proud of his skill. And, more often than he’d like to admit, he had enjoyed killing.

Wolfwood had never believed in Fate (that was an excuse for people who didn’t want to take responsibility for their choices). Yet, it was cruel that he’d come to re-evaluate the principles by which he lived his life, to see how many of his “right choices” were really sins, knowing he’d never get the chance to improve himself. 

He wanted to start over. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with his friends; to make up with Vash, to get to know Millie and make her smile. He wished they were here now. He’d always expected to die alone, but it was so much worse than he could have imagined.

[adilynia-kiden]

Extreme Character Sheet: Pixie Edition

Character’s full name: Adilynia Eonaris Silverfall Reason or meaning of name: Her middle name is homage to the Titan Eonar; Protector of Life Character’s nickname:  The Pixie Reason for nickname:  Given by her sister due to Addie’s diminutive size, and the fact that when she was little, she used to train with her shield wearing fake wings.   Birth date: December 20

Physical appearance

Age:  153 ( 26ish human) How old does he/she appear: 24-26

Weight: 120ish

Height: 5’5

Body build: Thin framed, with well toned musculature.

Shape of face: Square

Eye color: Teal (Soon to be gold!)

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Pale

Distinguishing marks: Seven freckles form under her right eye that looks like a constellation. Hair color: Black Type of hair: Thick strands that form in half curls. Tends to be unruly. Hairstyle: When fighting, always up. Everywhere else it tends to be let down, but the top portion is almost always braided to keep most of the strands from her eyes.   Voice:  Quiet, barely above a whisper most of the time. Overall attractiveness: 6/10 (Compared with the rest of Thalassian elves) Physical disabilities: None Usual fashion of dress: has a fondness for lace and soft fabrics when not in armor. Favorite outfit: Armor, or a sundress of some sort. Jewelry or accessories: Gold chain with a glass feather charm that hangs from her waist. Ear cuff that looks like Eonar’s vines, in silver and set with tiny colored gemstones.

Personality

Good personality traits: Loyal, Polite, Willing to listen, her empathy

Bad personality traits: Closes herself off, doesn’t talk about her feelings, unhealthy coping mechanisms

Mood character is most often in: Anxious 

Sense of humor:  Good

Character’s greatest joy in life:. Her family, her colors and her duty.

Character’s greatest fear:. Icecrown

Why? Addie’s sister died there, and simply being there drags up way too many feelings.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Already happened. Vynalia’s death. Now? Failing in her promise to @ly-canthos

Character is most at ease when: Alone and falling

Most ill at ease when: Around people

Enraged when: someone she loves gets hurt

Depressed or sad when: someone leaves

Priorities: Her oath, family and currently, her orders.

Life philosophy: “My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”

If granted one wish, it would be: An end to the faction wars on Azeroth. Why? Addie will always feel like the combined forces of Azeroth are greater than divisive factions.  Character’s soft spot: Too many to count, but especially the love she has for her father.  Is this soft spot obvious to others? Currently? Ehhh, she’s not happy with him, but usually? Oh yeah.  Greatest strength: Loyalty Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Loyalty, it can make her very blind. Biggest regret:  That she blamed Raelin for Vinnie’s death. Minor regret: That last box of caramels… Biggest accomplishment: Earning her colors and becoming a Knight of the Silver Hand  Minor accomplishment: Not turning red for a full hour in Lycan’s company. Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about:  Sooooo many. The worst probably being the time she blew up a kitchen trying to make cookies. Why?  Because everything personal tends to embarrass her. Character’s darkest secret: How truly bad her PTSD is regarding Vinnie’s death, and also her mothers. Does anyone else know? Her father, Raelin… most of her knights have suspicions.

Goals

Drives and motivations: To be a worthy servant of the Light’s graces and serve with honor and dignity. Immediate goals: Keeping Teren safe. Not letting Lycan down. Not letting her father down. Not letting Raelin down. Each one of those things includes a dozen goals in and of themselves, so… its a lot at the moment. Long term goals: Continue serving the Silver Hand, and working to create a lasting unification between the Horde and Alliance. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: NO IDEA. She does know she has to leave her comfort zone, and that is a process she’s working on. Slowly. How other characters will be affected:  Maladir will relish the chance to see his daughter step from Vinnie’s shadow, and he’ll be proud no matter what. Much the same with Raelin, and though he’d never admit it, he’ll miss having her around. As for Kidenland? Well…we shall see.  

Past

Hometown: Silvermoon Type of childhood: Set in the upper echelons of Thalassian society, Addie had a very comfortable childhood that some would call idyllic. A good education, caring parents and a healthy family dynamic led to a wonderful upbringing overall. Pets: ‘Pets’ is a vague term for the fact that Addie keeps company with a whelpling named Neris, and a netherdrake called Vash.

First memory: Winter’s Veil, when Maladir made Addie her first tiny little shield to use.

Most important childhood memory: The day she won a spar against Vinnie, legitimately. Why? It took decades of getting knocked down by her older sister before Addie could honestly say she had won a duel against her. Vinnie would sometime let her win, but when she did it all on her own…it reminded her that even dragons can be beaten Childhood hero: Vynalia Silverfall Dream job: -named- Silver Hand hero Education: Classical education with a focus on Titan and Dragon studies. Countless tutors in weapons, tactics, war history and survival training. Religion: Devout follower of the Light Finances:  Well off

Present

Current location: Nishan Marche

Currently living with:  @teren-k @ly-canthos @daughterofkiden and whoever else makes an appearance! Pets: Neris and Vash (not pets...sentient dragons arent ‘pets’) Religion: Devout Follow of the Light Occupation:  Silver Hand Envoy/ Protection Detail Finances: Well off

Family

Mother: Candaris Silverfall (Featherstorm) Relationship with her:  Their shared love of Titans bonded Addie and her mother early on. Long conversations over cups of coffee was the norm. While Candaris insisted on a court life for Addie, she knew it would serve her well in a world full of liars and cheats. Instead of letting her youngest daughter keep her head in the clouds when it came to the gilded ballrooms of Silvermoon, she put her in the middle of it to prove that not all that glitters is gold.   Father:  Maladir Silverfall Relationship with him: Warm, caring and wonderful. Next to Vinnie, Addie’s father is the standard by which all things good are measured. Siblings: Vynalia Silverfall (deceased) Relationship with them: Attached at the hip, Addie’s adoration for her older sister could easily be classified as hero worship. No matter how brutal, callus and cold Vinnie could be on a field, she could never do any wrong when together with her sister. For Vinnie, the Pixie was everything good and pure in the world, and needed protecting at all costs. They were almost a decade apart, but the Silverfall sisters were twins in spirit. Spouse: None Relationship with him/her: N/A Children: None Relationship with them: N/A Other important family members: Raelin Dawnsorrow aka The Ironfist. Once engaged to the elder Silverfall sister, he had spent almost his whole life in their company due to living at the property adjacent to theirs. Early on, he came under Maladir’s command for his prowess on a battlefield and his ability to keep Vinnie’s battle rage tempered with mercy. Over the years, Raelin’s become the brother Addie never had. Their brief falling out over her sister’s death led to very dark times, but it was he who dragged Addie, kicking and screaming (literally) back into the Light.

Favorites

Color: Silver Hand blue

Least favorite color: Orange Music: Tastes range from the Tauren Chieftans to comedy songs. Currently remembering how much she enjoys the sound of a piano. Food:  Yes. All of it. Just give her all the food. Literature: Historical accounts of battles, Titan mythology, journals of soldiers. Form of entertainment:  Free-form mountain climbing, running, sparring, glass work. Expressions: Usually, carefully neutral save the copious amount of blushing. Mode of transportation: Clockwork panther, Vash the netherdrake or horses from the Silver Hand stables Most prized possession: Her shield

Habits

Hobbies:  Glass blowing/work making stained glass windows Plays a musical instrument?: She can tinker out small songs on a piano, and carry a tune, but nothing extraordinary Plays a sport? Jousting? How he/she would spend a rainy day:  Training. Just cause the weather is bad, doesn’t mean you can slack. Working. Or that is how she would have spent a day, given shes a resident of the Marche currently… she’d probably find a book, go curl up in the sunroom and fall asleep. Go sit in the rain.. just because. Spending habits: She’s not a lavish person, but certain things won’t be compromised on. Good food, good coffee, and good bed sheets. Smokes: Nope Drinks: Coffee Other drugs: Do dreamless sleep potions count?  What does he/she do too much of?:  Worry. What does he/she do too little of?:  Self care Extremely skilled at:  Holding the line, defensive tactics, sword play Extremely unskilled at: Do not ever give Addie a bow. Ever. Or make her cook  Nervous tics: nail and lip biting, looking at the ground etc. etc. etc. Usual body posture: When standing still, she always looks like she is perpetually stuck in prayer. Head bowed, hands clasped together with a straight back. Mannerisms: Polite and demure. Peculiarities: The color of her eyes is an oddity in that they are teal. She’s rather short for a Thalassian elf.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist Introvert or extrovert? Introvert until she knows a person. Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil on and off a battlefield in terms of her climbing, cautious in everything else. Logical or emotional? Logical, but her emotions always get the better of her. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat

Prefers working or relaxing? Working Confident or unsure of himself/herself?: Always unsure and always second guessing. Animal lover?: Yup! Except spiders.

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: “I know my worth on a field, and that my last dying breath will be in defense of those that I love. Beyond that, all I can say is…I am trying.” One word the character would use to describe self: “Inhibited.” One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “Well, the parameters for such a description are lacking. Are we talking in terms of height and weight? If that is the case, I’m vertically challenged for one born of elven heritage, and stronger than I appear. Odd in the dark color of my hair for a paladin. I try and be worthy of the continued graces the Light bestows upon me, but I often feel as if I am one step away from falling into shadows. I don’t know as I will ever be comfortable in my own skin, unless I am behind my shield. I struggle with my emotions on a near hourly basis, but in the end, everything is the Light’s judgment, seeking to find if I am still worthy.”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? “My compassion. Though it was a hard learned lesson, as I struggle with emotional connections, I have learned to be at peace with offering it to another. The same can not be said when it is offered in turn.” What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? “My tenacity… stubbornness as some might call it. It’s the reason I hold a line…but it doesn’t translate well when it comes to personal interactions.” What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? “I would say my hands, as I know what they are capable of. However…the general consensus in the training yard is that I have a….well, that’s so say I spar a great deal and much of my training comes from fencing, which lends to lunges. I… think you may take from that what you will in regards to what my knights reference.” What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? “My height.” How does the character think others perceive him/her: “I would like to think that I am considered kind and pleasant enough to warrant continued company. However, I also know that my self imposed solitude often makes people stay at an arms distance for fear of interrupting me…which makes little sense, as I would much prefer conversation to my own thoughts.” What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: “How closed off I tend to be. It’s become… paramount that this changes, but it not such an easy thing to change, especially where the ticking of a clock is always right in my ear.”

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: “I enjoy watching people. Their stories play out like beautiful books… and most do not even realize it. They lead such beautiful lives, even in their pain…I see humanity for its best when the focus shifts from a field of battle and a fight for their very lives, to simply living for a moment. They offer insight when I am honored with any sort of company. They give me purpose behind my shield…if I can save just one from experiencing the pain of loss, the fight will have been worth it.” Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Always. Addie almost always has a careful mask of neutrality in place, though close attention will see it break… often. Person character most hates: Putress Best friend(s):  Raelin Dawnsorrow Love interest(s): @teren-k @ly-canthos (Yeah, I updated it:P) Person character goes to for advice: Maladir or Raelin Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:. Teren Kiden, Lycan Maddox, Maladir Silverfall, Raelin Dawnsorrow, Annest Kiden. Every single person that draws breath. Person character feels shy or awkward around:  Everyone? Person character openly admires: Turaylon, Uther, Tirion, Maladir, Vinnie, Raelin Person character secretly admires: Lady Liadrin Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Vynalia Silverfall

After story starts: Herself.

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Can you please do a scenario where Switzerland notices his four year nephew is copying his actions while trying to not get caught?

Ahhh!! This is sooo cute!!! Have I mentioned that I love Switzerland?  Everyone: YES…okaaaaay….I’ll show myself out…~Admin SarahI am also so nervous about this!! I hope it’s as fluffy as desired!!

Vash was working under a car in his driveway, not his car, though..Lily’s car, so it had to be perfect. As he was working away and mumbling to himself about the cost of fixing up the car compared to buying a new one, outside of the car he head a small click before a few more light clicks and ticks, as he slid out from under the car, he saw his nephew sitting beside the car with their own toy car and a toy screwdriver..Their toy car had been flipped over and they were tapping on the bottom of it with the screwdriver…as if…trying to fix it..Wiping some oil off of his cheeks and on to his stained tank-top, he raised an eyebrow at the young boy.“What are you doing?”“Fixing!”“Why? I fixed it for you last week.”Vash raised his eyebrow once more as the young boy puffed out his cheeks before looking away from him and continued to “work” on his car…Were they trying to copy him?…He’d have to test this later..After a few more hours of working under the car, the heat of the day passed and soon it was time for supper; working quickly to set the table before Lily had finished cooking, Vash noticed that a few placemats had already been set out, as well as silverware beside them…Though, the silverware had been placed backwards. After a few moments, the question of “who?” was answered for him, as he watches his nephew stumble into the dining room, placing the silverware down on the last open spot.“Did you do that?”The young boy nodded, wearing a proud smile on his face.“Why?”“Because you always do it….”Vash raised an eyebrow before kneeling down before the young boy“Are you trying to be like me?..”His nephew nervously looked around before slowly nodding.“Why?”“You’re..you’re strong..and..smart!..and always make momma happy! I want to make momma happy..so I try to be like you…! You’re also my favorite Uncle!”“I’m your only Uncle.”“But can I be like you?….”The young boy shifted his weight between his feet, nervously, before looking back at Vash who was…almost smiling?…“If you want to..but I’d rather you just be you.”

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Not sure if this was asked already, but can we have wedding headcanons for countries of your choice? Haha. Love your blog!!

No problem! Hope you like them and they’re fluffy enough for you guys

 Russia: BetweenIvan’s family, and possibly his s/o’s, they’d have a relatively large wedding.But this man typically likes things that are large (take that as you will). He’dlet his s/o do a good portion of the wedding, and let them do whatever theywanted…well…mostly. He’d at least want to pick out the cake flavor…!

Austria: Music isthe most important thing about this man’s wedding. Of course, everything bettergo as planned, but a wedding is no good unless there is a beautiful orchestrato back it up. This aristocrat would want everything to go perfect for him andhis s/o, even if that means going over his budget…

Canada: Matthewwould love love love having a wedding in Winter! Winter Wonderland type ofthing, ya know? He’d also do anything that makes his s/o happy, but keep thewedding on the smaller side, he’d rather it be small and personal than crowded.Favorite part of the wedding? After the ceremony when he can throw a snowballat his s/o.

Switzerland: Vashtypically doesn’t like crowds, and especially doesn’t like spending money onmuch of anything, his ideal wedding at first would just be going down to thecourt house…but he loves his s/o and would want it to be an amazing day, so he’dplan a small wedding with them. It would be mostly family and very closefriends…but he would do whatever made his s/o happy; though one thing is forsure, the ring is something that wouldn’t be cheap.

Prussia: Gilbert would be focused on a small but beautiful wedding. Not very crowded or expensive, though the ring and photographer wouldn’t be cheap… He would want his wedding to be a day to remember, that means that his grooms men, Antonio and Francis, better watch their mouths. Gilbert would prefer a summer wedding, so it is warm and sunny, but mostly to watch the sunshine bounce off the love of his life’s face. 

Spain: Spanish countryside wedding filled with food, drinks, non-stop music and dancing. No one should be sitting down, and no frowns will be allowed! Antonio’s wedding day would be loud, proud and beautiful. Though the guest list would be about…10 pages long. Friends, family, extended family, everyone would come out for it. So expect the wedding to last all day, but the wedding night will be so worth it. 

Romano: Matera would be his dream wedding location. Beautiful photo opportunities, breath-taking sights and not too many people to snoop and all of it is in Southern Italy! Lovino would spare no expense on his wedding since he would want to show his s/o how much he cares, but also to have amazing photos and memories for years to come. Lovino wants to get married only once, so he will go all out for it. Not to mention, the food and wine would be to die for, so spots on his selective guest list would be a hot commodity