#ah what's passed has passed

[meistoshi]

i do just. think about satoshi interacting w/ fallers (outside his friend circle) & realizing that prolonged exposure to ultra aura has had adverse effects on Majority of like. normal people. & even some not quite Normal(tm). there's people that have lost swaths of their memories to varying degrees. they typically become targets for hostile ubs, not simple points of curiosity. & then there's satoshi who regularly cozied up with his ubs, both poipole & nebby, & indeed has explored ultra space with nebby's guidance with only pikachu with him, meaning of all the people he knows he's had the most exposure to ultra aura, loitering in ultra space, taking his sweet time there.

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

always enjoyed the Chess Set In The Foreground perspective framing used here

now also noting like, huh, a chess set in a general store just visited by marigold competitors who killed one of their guys and are now on the way back from their rendezvous point w/suppliers

[skitskatdacat63]

"The Boy With The Thorn in His Side"(x) - The Smiths × 2023 Strollonso moments + pundits' reactions

[gideonnavsenormousbiceps]

currently imagining narinder, post defeat, now mortal and not dealing with it well (same honestly) spewing every curse word he knows in every language he knows and threatening various methods of homicide and pacing around and cursing for several minutes uninterrupted and lamb is just looking up at him with adoring big wet eyes like he's been spewing love poems

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love driving on perilous roads at night when it's just me and my good friend Cars Behind Me

[moeblob]

I kinda maybe put a lot of my OC plot tag lines on a Wheel and gave it a spin so outta 79 options, it landed on "Cellphone Justice" which is... these two.

Matthew "Skittles" Mouse and Daisy Eddington

Partners in justice (of sorts). They're basically vigilantes and their orders are simply text messages. They don't really know who their bosses are but they do as they are told.

Skittles is a very mediocre guy. Doesn't stand out. The most color he has in his wardrobe is blue jeans. He's amazingly asexual and has zero interest in romance regardless of intimacy and yet he gets partnered with Daisy. The gayest lady he has ever met. Great start. She enjoys calling him fun little nicknames but seeing as they're monitored closely (via cell phones/technology) she is scolded and told to pick a single one. So she does. She dubs him Skittles. The candy as gay as her.

The one thing they have in common is their number one weakness: cute girls.

Daisy turns into a stuttering MESS of a human being. A disaster. At the mere sight of a cute girl. Skittles on the other hand is TERRIFIED of them. When asked, he simply blames his life growing up. Daisy doesn't really push the matter just thinks it's a little weird to be scared of every single cute girl (no offense to the not being afraid of her taken).

[cryptidfuckery]

Honestly I think one of my favorite human things is when someone does something often enough (usually socially or physically) that people start calling the action by their name like "Wow you really pulled a Greg" or "oh I see his car, we're about to get Pauled" or "I think I might just swing an Alice and see if I can get out of it" like

Oh to be known well enough with predictable enough actions and behaviors that they become yours to the people around you. Hundreds, thousands might do the same but to your friends and loved ones, someone forgetting to put shoes on before leaving the house can become a "Margaret" to all those that know Margaret and knows Margaret is notorious for leaving the house with their feet naked and slapping

[amethystina]

I may have stalked you all the way till 2022 today during my break js to get more who holds the devil content and reading your thoughts on the show and response to some of these asks made me somehow love your brain more? you have a way of thinking that is genuinely fascinating to read and i love it. I'm also very sorry to hear that your recovery isn't going well. I wish you strength and health. Hopefully everything works out in the end for you 💗💗

Hi there! 💜

Not going to lie, I'm still a little baffled by how interested people are in my thoughts on the drama and characters. But not in a bad way! I definitely don't mind sharing! It just amazes me that it's actually interesting to other people. I mean, to me, my way of thinking isn't anything out of the ordinary since, well, it's the way I think and always have, you know? xD

Still, I'm so glad to hear that I can offer you some fascinating insights! I honestly wish I could do more. Not just in terms of answering asks or comments, but writing, too. And maybe doing teasers and stuff for coming chapters or projects I'm considering writing? I've thought about it several times and sometimes even come so far as to make the draft here on Tumblr, but then I always chicken out before posting. Partly because I'm worried I'll spoil something or maybe hype things up too much. Or disappoint people if I tease about something and then it takes literal months (or years) before I'm able to post the actual work.

There's just so much anxiety involved in writing fics, isn't there? x'D

Anyhow. Thank you so, so much for your support and I'm glad you like my brain. Admittedly, I'm not on the best terms with it right now due to it probably being one of the reasons why I'm so exhausted, but I guess that's just something I'll have to work on. Somehow. I have no idea how but we'll see.

Thank you so much for the concern and well-wishes. Please take care! :D

[fellhellion]

[romance-incubomp3]

aghhhh:(

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)

bonus mordecai balling

[sysig]

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[masked-and-doomed]

How did I end up here

[nowendil]

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