#fool me once asks

[ruporas]

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]

[orangehalfpeeled]

whatevr. go , my royal scarab

[fandomcringebucket]

TONGUES & TEETH - THE CRANE WIVES (THE FOOL IN HER WEDDING GOWN)

[trainerethan]

I like the idea of red not really. Realizing that his feelings for green are romantic until they're like. Adults. Even after they reconcile and he comes down the mountain he's kinda operating under "we're best friends" assumptions. Not bc internalized homophobia or anything but he just. Can't tell the feelings apart. He doesn't have any friends other than green as a kid and as a teen he lived on a mountain alone so. All the feelings of loneliness and longing for green very well could be now you're supposed to feel about your Good Buddy in his mind. I think green realized way earlier that he Liked red and it did freak him out. So after they reconcile and green has given him a whole speech about needing red in his life and how only red understands him and completes him n whatever he's like. Ahh it feels so good to confess my feelings...only for red to nod sagely and tell him I feel the same. I need you too. You'll always be My Best Friend.

[self-aware-sawtrap]

curled up into a fetal position sobbing because I just thought of a john & amanda glass coffin au. one where john realizes that amanda’s not following his method at the end of saw iii but jeff doesn’t kill either of them, so they both survive but amanda’s not an apprentice anymore. but she’s already an accomplice and she can’t return to normal life, so they they just continue separately, with john continuing to “test” people but unwilling to make hoffman his new apprentice in amanda’s place. and amanda continues with her rigged traps, targeting people that have wronged her. both of their murders are attributed to “jigsaw”, with the public unaware that they’re no longer working together.

&they still care so much for each other but john cares more about his “”legacy”” and he struggles to come to terms with the fact that now, amanda as an individual and his legacy are two separate entities. & he can’t keep letting her “ruin” his work by putting people in rigged traps but he obviously can’t go to the police and hoffman won’t help him which means he has to stop her himself. so they have this cat and mouse chase just like hoffman & strahm did in saw v (but like. lesbian daughter and unsupportive father version). and he still has to dig up information on her past like strahm did for hoffman, which forces him to confront the life that he told her to leave behind for the sake of their work.

&the entire theme of the glass coffin being trust, so when amanda’s asking him to enter the glass coffin she’s asking him if he can still trust her, if he ever really trusted her in the first place. if it’s too late for him to ever trust her again. he said he trusted her to carry on his legacy, but can he trust her to save his life?

&just like in saw v, he throws her into the coffin & makes her watch him die

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just read the new mutants issue where Charles chose to stay behind in space and my god the juxtaposition between Charles trusting Erik and Erik joining the hellfire club and wondering at his own trust worthiness. I wonder how much of Charles decision was him ultimately trying to avoid the fact that his first class had seemingly betrayed mutant kind and not be willing to face them and how much of it was Dani and Illyana's reaction to him having Karma mind control Illyana. the fact that Illyana was depending on him to ease her mind through limbo and in choosing to stay he forced karma to do it instead, probably fucking up their relationship in the process.

I love him, this is crazy, how much of this is him trying to runaway and how much is this him not trusting himself to fix things and how much is it just him trusting Erik?

i keep trying to put into words my exact thoughts about the sitch but there really is a lot for one issue aintit... oh charles you and your brain...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I've been stickered once again!

[harryinramshackle]

casually ignores the bit about angst

pio had to pull him down ghsdlhfdlk

And I was thinking "maybe I should sleep" NOW I'M WIDE AWAKE7 WHSIJSJSMANANANANJCRRCJPEBFVIPJEFVJI02CR0HIV2RI0HF24I0H2RGHI0FR20I2GRHI0C2RI0H24CHI0FPHI1HPCI1RI1HEPFIHP3F3HIF WHAT THE FUCK WHAT FUCKXBABSKABDKSNSNS

I CANT I'M LOOKING AT THEM AND IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET I'M ROLLING AROUND MY BED IM WALKING ATOUND MY ROOM I CANT DO THIS IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

THE KISS??????? THE GRIN???? THE EVERYTHING??????????

HE HAS TO PULL HIS TALL ASS DOWN IM GONNA CHOP HIS LEGS RGGAJZNAJZKAJZJIANZJSNSJSJSNWJKWKQKWKWKSJWKQW

SHAKING AND BITING MY PHONE I CAN'T DO THIS I DONT HAVE THE POWER ANYMORE IM WEAK IM TOO WEAK HZSKKSKSKSDYIGDJDYJFYKYKDZTJZYKSTJIDYDIYDYIDIYKDYDYIDYIIDYKDYDIYFUODIYIDYDYIDIYDKTIDDIYIFYDIYDYIITDIDYDITSUTUDTSUTSUTUSTTJZZTJSUTDITJGXIDYDYIZJTJGXDJTDTUUDTJTSSUTZYIJDTDJTDYIDYIDYIXYIXYKKXXKHKYDIYFWOUCYIFWKGXWLHVWLJCSHKCKSHXXGIQHCKAXYOSKCHQHKCHKCACHOSCQKHCSLHCSKHCLSUVSKHV

Why must your style be so soft GODDAMMIT/pos

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena. A movie premiere with Gil. Very intrusive Paparazzis. For the actor au 👀

It was a barrage of flashes as soon as they were out of the car. Of course they couldn't expect otherwise. The movie was a huge hit, and with them playing leads in a studio hit again, they were bound to have press at their heels.

But this was insane. Gil wasn't sure if he'd ever been swarmed by fans and paparazzi alike in such a way. There were cameras everywhere, people holding out things for signing, screams on all sides.

Gil reached back before Thena put her feet to the red carpet. His hand closed around hers. "Don't let go."

Thena had done some modelling work over the summer, and with a few other projects she'd done coming out, she was the hottest commodity of the year. She had always been a star, but it really seemed like she couldn't take a step outside without being photographed.

And that wasn't good. It meant he had a harder time seeing her outside of work.

Gil held his hand out. Security was already on either side of them, flanking their exit and direct route into the building for the screening. He kept Thena's hand in his, tight but not enough to hurt her.

"Thena! Thena, can you sign this? Thena, we love you!"

All the voices blended together into one monstrous hivemind. Thena did her best to sign a few things. She couldn't see from all the flashes in her face, and he could tell she couldn't.

Fighting through as best he could, he eventually made it to the doorway. He looked around. A few of his security guys were with him, but Thena's weren't. And Thena wasn't either.

"What the hell?" he glared at them.

They looked affronted. They were hired for his security, after all.

But Gil growled at them, "you just left her there?!"

They had no response. Gil pushed back into the crowd, which was a hellish mass of undulating bodies at this point. Thena was surrounded on all sides. He could barely see the top of her blonde head amidst the chaos.

"Please, back up, just-" Thena was trying to reason with them, but they were pushing and shoving and deafeningly loud. There were placards and books and magazines being shoved at her from all angles. "Back up!"

Gil shoved a few people out of his way. This was beyond out of control. "She said back up!"

"Hey!" the guy most in her personal space protested to being pushed. He had some big photo of her printed on a canvas, shoving it at her for it to be signed. "What's the-"

Gil tossed the thing aside, grasping the jackass by the front of his shirt. "You don't fucking crowd her like that."

The dirt bag was easy to toss, like the trash he was. The security guys around her were trying to keep people at bay, although he didn't know how hard they were trying, since they certainly weren't fucking succeeding at anything.

He took Thena's hand in both of his, refusing to let it slip away from again. He pulled her with him, closer, keeping people away by any means necessary, if it meant kneeing, elbowing, shoulder checking.

He didn't pause at the doorway, either. Only once they were inside and the door was closed did he lean away from her at all. He glared at her security, who were shaking out their jackets. "What the fuck were you doing out there?! Because it certainly wasn't your jobs!"

"Gil," Thena put her hand on his chest.

"How the hell did anyone get that close to her?!" he bellowed at them. Although, by the second time Thena called to him his eyes were on her. He smoothed down the odd hair of hers that had gotten tousled in it all. He tilted his head. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you? Did anyone put their hands on you?"

His hands would be laid on anyone who did, was his point. But Thena shook her head, straightening herself out after the anarchy. He could see on her pale skin where people had pushed and shoved and grabbed.

Thena looked up at him as he slipped the fallen strap of her dress back onto her shoulder. Finally, she managed a small smile for him. "Thanks for the save."

He was happy to save her. But he had never considered it saving her before because there hadn't been any peril quite like that. He looked at the security again. "I'm serious, how was anyone able to just come up and get that close to her? Isn't your job to keep people away from her?"

"Look, it's crazy out there," one made a pitiful attempt at defending their poor performance. "We did what we could."

"Really?" Gil's face darkened. He put his hands on Thena's arms. He could feel her shaking. "Because I seemed to do a lot better than you guys at keeping those animals off of her, so tell me right now why I shouldn't ask each and every one of you to be replaced?"

No one had an answer to that.

He could try to beat it into their skulls how useless they were all night. But he had more important priorities. He pulled his jacket off, leaving himself in the mockneck sweater he had worn underneath. Once it was on Thena's shoulders - completely dwarfing her tiny frame - he put his hand at the small of her back.

"You'll get a reputation," she said, either chiding him or amused by him. "Acting like a beast while you're ushering me away from people."

"I think 'people' is being kind of generous in this situation," he scoffed, letting his disgust ring out loud and clear. "That's no way to behave."

Thena sighed. "It is the craziest I've seen it in some time. I may have to stop signings again, just until people can calm down. Unless the studio can arrange barricaded carpets."

They were going to work out something, Gil was certain of it. Because he wasn't going to watch Thena's bodily safety come into question like it just did. He leaned closer. "Are you sure you're okay? It was pretty scary in there."

She smiled, and he could tell she was trying to put on a brave front. But he knew he had felt her trembling when he'd touched her arm. "I admit, when they came over me like a tidal wave I didn't quite know what to do with myself. The others were there with me, but in one instant--I don't know, I lost sight of everyone."

How it was possible for her security to allow her to lose sight of them, he didn't know. But Gil swallowed that feeling. It wasn't constructive and it wasn't what Thena needed now.

"So, when I say thanks for saving me," she continued, putting her hand on his arm as they started climbing the stairs. "I mean it, now more than ever."

He put his hand over hers, letting her hold onto his arm properly while her other hand pulled her dress just enough to allow her to walk up each step. "I'll always be here to save you, Thena."

She let out a fluttery kind of laugh, although he couldn't see when she was looking away from him. "Don't say things like that."

"It's true," he protested. He could feel some of the tension leave her the further away from the screaming they got. "Those security guards may not be worth shit but I'd like to see anyone try what they tried tonight if they know I'm there."

He thought he was making her laugh; putting on a front, flexing for her like some dumb, macho tough guy. But she eyed his bicep in the half sleeve of the sweater, then looked up at him. And then she was blushing, out of nowhere.

He cleared his throat, finding himself flustered as well. Once at the top of the stairs, Thena didn't really need to hold onto him anymore. He paused, letting them catch their breath. "Are you ready?--to go in there, I mean."

She sighed, smaller than the last one, though. She nodded, her expression solidifying into more of the fearless Thena he had come to know. She looked at his jacket swaying around her like a cloak. "Won't you need this back? I'm sure your stylist will have something to say about me stealing it."

He kept imagining that creep's hands, how they had come so close to grasping her pristine ivory skin. He shook his head, helping her fan her hair out. "The oversized blazer look is a thing, and everything looks good on you."

Gil blushed again; he really had to stop saying these things to his very trusted and respected colleague.

Thena gave him a more sheepish smile as she adjusted her hold on his arm. "It's my armour, to protect me from the wilderness outside."

[devastatinglygreen]

Penelope having an identical twin sister sounds so cool! Imagine her twin being called Felicity and the two switching places whenever they're bored. Who do you think would be able to tell them apart without any difficulty or hesitation?

interesting!

hmm. colin, undoubtedly would know without having to look. he would be able to tell by voice and steps alone. the back of her head even. he doesn't even think they look the same, let's be real.

violet would know.

eloise would not.

benedict and anthony would have been totally unaware there was two of them for like, 3 years.

kate would know.

hyacinth would know but mess with them to make them think she had no idea.

gregory would just be happy to be there.

fran would know half the time.

albion would know but phillipa wouldn't.

prudence does not care. harry is still not sure there's actually two of them.

portia would have no idea.

varley would know.

bonus: all of the featherington/bridgerton footmen and maids would know because colin only follows penelope around.

[claysgf]

im starting to think that im bringing you all down with me when it comes to my claycecil propaganda

[daughter-heir]

WHAT IF I DIED!!!! I AM DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[spookythesillyfella]

Hey man I know you're scared of the new year and change but like. That change doesn't have to be one big life changing thing. You can discover a new song or band. Find out about a cool new hobby. Become friends. Make a piece of art you're really proud of. Take a different path home. Change is gradual

i can totally see where you're coming from . and i really appreciate the help you're trying to offer . but thiz doezn't really help . frankly

if anything . it'z just all the more scary

to never know when something will change – when i'll listen to my favorite track for the last time before i get sick of it . when i'll talk to someone for the last time before they inevitably leave – itz scary

and i don't exactly like to leave my comfort zone in the first place . so the chancez of discovering some fun new hobby are quite low – ive been stuck with drawing and writing for like four yearz already and i haven't exactly found anything else that stickz ://

i get that you're trying to help and i very much do appreciate it – i rarely get people willing to actually offer support or wordz of reassurance – but the fact nothing iz stationary iz still scary ; even the smallest of changez can snowball into something bigger . and the uncertainty of it all only makez it more horrifying

i do hope you have a good new year . kind soul – the best year you could have

[dulcewrites]

i just binged the entire fmo fic last night and i had to give you some love for it because it’s my new favourite thing. the characterisation is incredible and i loved the way you progressed the story; also the little hints of reader kinda becoming a bit angry and unstable but still being a strong and complex character in her own right is so cool. just everything about it is so so good, sending kisses <3

Thank you so much 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽. “Becoming unstable” made me laugh. That’s truly pookie for life. I’m so glad y’all see her in the way do. Sometimes it can be a bit difficult to write it bc I want reader to have the space to have some agency while also being very realistic about the life/death circumstances and the very patriarchal world she lives in. It makes her do “good” and “bad” things

Anyway here’s a little sneak peak at part 10 👀

[lacewise]

Something I’ve been watching people comes to terms with is that a lot of people don’t care about propaganda or truth or information because they don’t want to be inconvenienced or challenged—so they simply don’t make room for it and are shocked when it imposes on them anyway

[frozenambiguity]

Anonymous asked:

Does he believe that he would be spurned by the archon if his heritage came out?

Ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

«No».