#ive missed this bastard

[wannaeatramyeon]

Vin Jin x Reader: Playgrounds

G/N. Very soft.

Outside convenience stores, parking lots, shady alleys.

All hangouts of choice for Vin back in Cheonliang. Sometimes Mary would join, sometimes it would just be the rest of his crew.

Typical choices for a group of ill-mannered and ill-intentioned teens frightening the life out of upstanding citizens and productive members of society.

Parks and playgrounds only became a meeting place in Seoul. Somewhere quieter at night for Vin and Mary to talk undisturbed.

Eventually two expanded to three when you joined. Laughing, bantering, messing around until eventually the sun breaks over the horizon, signalling you all should have gone home hours ago.

Occasionally it was still two. Frequently it's just one. Vin sitting on a swing, a single figure under artificial lights and lost in his thoughts.

Playgrounds in Cheonliang only hold bad memories for him. Back when he was still a child. Before he became feared, before he had his strength.

Where other kids said they would play with him, and Vin learned that play isn't the same for everyone.

Where they would use their punches and kicks as he curls up, cupping his head and protecting himself, and shouts of 'monster' ringing in the air.

He never visited the playground again. Not even once he was the one capable of striking terror and fear into the hearts of others.

It's a trauma he hasn't been able to overcome. Shoved away and hid in a lockbox, shielded with barbs and spikes like all his other insecurities.

Maybe that was where he first learned about cruelty, on a playground that was built for joy.

He's never told anyone this, not even Mary, although he's sure she knows or at least has some inkling.

But when it's just him, swinging softly in the cool night breeze, all he can do is dust off the lockbox and dwell.

.

.

New memories are constantly made.

And maybe it does a little to erase some of the hurt of the past. Or at least make a small dent.

Vin likes this swing in particular, the one he always sits on. When he sits in darkness for too long, for even the streetlight to pierce, he thinks about the first time he felt the gentle shove from someone else, taking him higher through the air.

A little push to cut through the memories.

That day, his usual mask slipped for the first time in front of you. Face lit up and you giggled at his joy.

He didn't mind. It wasn't mocking. It was kind of... nice.

Under the climbing frame only a few steps away, in the cubby hole half hidden by the slide.

You and Vin had squeezed yourselves in after one too many beers. An apology in the form of six stolen cans, handed over by Mary for not being able to join you both.

That was when he kissed you for the first time. Both drunk and feeling a particular way that evening.

Vin smiles when he recalls you were actually the one that kissed him. Lips crashing to his, rough and bruising. A little sloppy, a little messy.

And your grin when you pulled apart. Slightly swaying. You were both drunk on beer and something else.

That memory sits alongside the one, where after the other kids got bored and left, Vin sat on a climbing frame similar to this and cried.

On the shady patch of grass on the far side, he remembers you both lying side by side in the early hours one morning.

Lamps too far away for any illuminance to reach. It was by design that he revealed his eyes to you there.

Hoping that perhaps the darkness would help to mask how he really looked. That the lack of light meant you couldn't see and he wasn't revealing any vulnerabilities.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek as he tried to stop himself from flinching, his bare eyes not meeting yours.

You told him it was sexy, and he snorted incredulously. Mind flooding with relief that his worst fears haven't been realised. That they never would with you.

In the darkness, you both shared your second kiss.

You saw Vin and didn't call him a monster. Instead, on this playground in Seoul, he called you his.

[youngpettyqueen]

Q MY FRIEND Q MY BELOVED DEAR FRIEND Q

[yourlocalabomination]

Time in a bottle

[bxnnie-bxwl]

im back!! and back to your regularly schedueld freaky rabbit posting

[imageingrunge]

i love these screenshots ( did not edit any of these but perhaps i should pick up some editing skills)

[synthshenanigans]

orple heart i doodled for funsies

[the-kipsabian]

[theunconcernedembalmer]

I just so happened to have this shitty comic drawn because I'm currently insane over these two specifically

featuring my other bastard @the-bloodline-embrace

[luck-of-the-drawings]

AHAHAHH FINALLY ANOTHER NEW DOODLE PAGE. A COLLAGE OF OLD DOODLES, NEW DOODLES, DOODLES WITH MINIMUM EFFORT, AND DOODLES WITH ALOOOT OF EFFORT. SOME DRAWN ONA TABLET, MOST ON A MOUSE, BEEN IN MY WIPS FOR AGES JUST TTAAAAAKKEE IT BRO I CANT LOOK AT IT ANYMORE. ANYWAY HHEEELLLOOOOOO CHIPS GROWTH OVER 100 EPISODES CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT?? BECAUSE I SURE WILL. IN MY TAGS.

[akkaliere]

POV you are gangplank

[hoboblaidd]

we're t-24 days and i still have no idea what i'm gonna do with my rook aside from "elf" and "shadow dragons." i'm already going to waste an inordinate amount of time in the cc with my lavellan, how tf am i gonna make a rook and start the actual game before nov. 1??

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[youngpettyqueen]

Q flirting his dandy little ass off at Janeway is just further proof that he's head over heels in love with Picard because he literally acts even MORE insane over Picard

[sluckythewizard]

OOOH MORE WIPS UPON YYEEE i amm gonna crawl outa this artblock even if it KILLS ME! and speaking of killsing. whats with THIS dead guy huh??? its chip jrwi baby yeaaah its undead chip baby yeaaaahh its chip n hes fucken dead and rotting and gross and OOHHH IM SO PROUD OF HIm(for being dead)

[speargifted]

//what if i finally set up a new xiv blog

[codecicle]

I am SOOOOOO normal about chip jrwi I'm so normal I'm so so so so normal about chip jrwi IM SOSOS FUCKIGJGNG NORMAL ABOTUT THSIS GUY IM NORMLA IM NORMAL IM NORMAL <- gnawing at the bars in its enclosure