#so here ya go ^v^

[bigbrainbiology]

Blue-er skies ahead 🦋

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes + Plaid | requested by Anonymous

[ciipher-arts]

JoJotober Day 9 - Favorite Villain

"The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king."

Love these guys. From their dynamic to the buildup for the reveal to the sheer audacity Diavolo has in being the biggest bitch on the planet. They're not perfect, but I love em anyway.

Also I love King Crimson's music so LOL

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Me: why am I like so low energy and not great feeling lately

The sun, after a week of smog and smoke and grey skies:

Me:

Me: ohhhh yeah okay that makes sense

[dutybcrne]

Thinking abt Kae’s Fatui verse,,,,

[ficklecat]

Sad Kakashi Fruit Thoughts 🍊

For those on the kkg discord y’all saw it first 👌🏻

Sakumo always carefully prepares an afternoon snack of fruit for his son; he is meticulous - grapes cut in exact equal halves, strawberries cored and sliced evenly, clementine slices so smooth and juicy and free of any clinging white film. Kakashi always eats them in a blink. Sometimes it’s blueberries that are miraculously all the same size (Sakumo painstakingly selects from the package) alongside the clementines. Sometimes it’s apples that are peeled and sliced and alternated between the clementine slices in a perfectly symmetrical circle (this always makes Kakashi giggle). But the clementines are always Kakashi’s favourite so Sakumo is extra careful with them. It’s the only way Kakashi eats them, and Sakumo ensures he never has to peel them himself. It’s a special ritual, to prepare this for his son.

Then Sakumo is gone. And Kakashi doesn’t eat clementines for a while. He doesn’t eat much of anything. But when he does, he peels it and wrinkles his nose. He pops a slice into his mouth, spits out the stringy bits and he’s confused and upset, because the ones his dad gave him never had these. So he buys another box. Because he’s a kid and he thinks maybe he got a bad batch. But they’re the same, the stringy white film clings to his teeth and sticks on his fingers and he hates it. Maybe he just got the wrong kind. Maybe the clementines aren’t in season. His dad gave him perfect ones, they exist, he knows it. Where did his dad get them?

He sits on the floor one night and he peels every single clementine in the box. They all have the white film on them. He sits there and stares at the pile of peels and the naked orange balls of fruit before him and he hates the way the tips of his fingers are sticky with the dried white membranes. He licks them and he hates how bitter they taste.

He begins to peel the stringy bits off. It reveals a perfect slice, the kind he remembers on those perfect fruit plates. He eats it - it’s fine, it’s good, it’s the same as he remembers.

He misses his dad. Big fat tears slide down his face as he peels off the membranes of every clementine in front of him. He swipes his hands on his pants and he cries and cries and eats them until he feels sick.

Kakashi doesn’t like clementines as much now. They’re hard to peel. He doesn’t like how his fingers feel. He can never get the white bits off like his dad did anyway.

[kuroosdarling]

hello friendz !! i am packing my bags and moving to @tetzoro !!! please come join me if ya want ^_^

back to navi.

[wall-eye]

Free day! Anyone else remember the car bit they did in the ep 0s of arc 5 and 9? I do! i didnt remember it well enough to make the car a limo but heres the dm-mobile for the free day!

[lultimagoccia]

Well, Margarita was tired from grabbing things for Pepper and just wanted to go back home, and what was home? The pizzeria, of course!! She was carrying a bag of some things that Pepper needed for the day and walked back to Pepps pizzeria and went inside. Not really noticing anyone inside before putting the bag of things she grabbed for her peppino on the counter and rubbing her eye.

"Peppy-roni, i got the things you asked for! I even got a snack for us I been saving up for!"

She called out. Not really noticing this wasn't her Peppy-roni's place, and it was another pizzeria that belonged to Pepp!

(Hopefully this is good! Have a tired confused lady)

- @candymaildelivery

For his part, Sacchetti was actually ending his shift, having staffed his beloved pizzeria well enough by now that he didn't have to stay so late ( he often still did, but this time Gustavo had all but shooed him out the door before he could ). Was just about to untie his apron and hang it up when the sound of an unfamiliar voice called out, presumably to him? But he had no idea who this person was or what she was talking about. Something about ... pepperoni?

" Eh? I ... I am sorry, did you need something, signorina? Pickin' up or placing an order? "

[chosesun]

he's snuck off again. he has a tendency to do that when Owen isn't looking - a habit he no doubt needs to break, because it's bound to get him into trouble one of these days. of course, he can't help himself. Luke wants to explore, see more of the world, see what all it has to offer, and the farm just isn't it. he's curious, he's always been curious. it's probably one of his biggest downfalls.

as he sneaks off, he's got a little screwdriver with him, holding it in his hand. he'd been tinkering with a machine moments before he noticed Owen's attention was no longer on him and dashed away before he could be stopped. it's not that Luke dislikes his uncle, because that is in fact not the truth, but sometimes the boy feels smothered - like he doesn't get a chance to breathe and he never gets to do what he wants. it's frustrating.

he's taken the same path he had when that lady had come for him - he's still not sure why she chased after him because his aunt and uncle won't tell him, but he'd never been more scared than he had that night. perhaps it's because of these thoughts that had him all spooked when he turned around and came face-to-face with a familiar face staring down at him. he yelps in surprise, startled, tightening his grip on his screwdriver before realization dawns on him and he exhales a breath of air. "oh. it's you. your name is Ben, right ? i met you before. did you follow me?"

@fallesto liked for babu Luke (for Obi-Wan)

[queen-scribbles]

Easier Said than Done

aka the Tragen Looks Damn Good in the Expatriate Armor fic. 😂😏👀

---

A Jedi's strength was in her focus.

There were other things as well, of course. Compassion. Justice. Defending the Republic, fighting Sith, keeping peace. But unwavering focus regardless of distractions was the bedrock on which those were built, and the hallmark of a good Jedi.

Jaesa was, by that metric, not being a good Jedi.

It was Tragen's fault.

Certainly, previous visits to this planet meant they were familiar with the climate. Certainly, that climate was hot enough to warrant--necessitate, even--wardrobe adjustments. Jaesa had opted for a lightweight tunic, single layer, breathable fabric, so she understood wearing something different to counter the heat.

But at least hers had sleeves.

Then again, she mused, sneaking a sidelong glance at Tragen as they walked, she'd seen him in a tank top before. Training, relaxing, sleeping, before and after they were together. Sure, he had nice arms(really nice arms), but they'd never done this to her before. She bit her lip. Which meant it was either the gauntlets--fingerless, with flexible light metal plating that stopped just shy of his elbows, and a lining sleeve underneath that came slightly higher--or the cut of the tank top itself.

That was probably it. The combination of higher collar and covering right to the edge of his shoulders in front, with the deep, wide cuts in back that covered little more than his spine and just above his belt. Though the way the gauntlets drew attention to his biceps didn't help.

She should really be thinking about why they were here. The negotiations. Sussing out if anyone had dishonorable intentions. Making sure nothing happened to disrupt the peace talks--

(Three white lines curved back along his ribcage, scarred deep by rakghoul claws over decade ago. She wanted to trace them with her fingertips like she did when they--)

"-Jaesa."

She flinched at the interruption, head snapping up. "Hm?"

Tragen was looking over his shoulder at her as he walked. "Is everything alright? You were starting to lag..."

She was. Jaesa cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Just, um, lost in thought. Today's going to be tricky."

"A bit." He nodded in agreement. "The number of attendees will make it no easy task. But so long as we're both on guard, I believe it shall be fine."

Don't get distracted, in other words. Easier said than done when the way he'd turned accentuated the muscles in his back and made his shirt shift so she could see the circular burn just to the left of his spine.

"I'll stay alert while we're there," she promised, though she had no idea how she'd keep that if he was anywhere in her line of sight.

"As will I," he said with a smile as he turned his gaze forward once more.

Oh, stars, she hoped he hadn't picked up what she was thinking. Not that she minded if he knew she found him attractive, but right now it was distracting to the point of embarrassment. They were working. This was a mission, she was on-duty. There was a reason she was here, and ogling him was not it. Those thoughts could wait for later. When lives weren't depending on her ability to focus.

(And on the surroundings, not the way Tragen's gauntlets drew attention to his biceps and the natural follow-through to his shoulders and how all of it together made her want to grab fistfuls of the shirtfront and kiss him until neither of them could breathe anymore.

Among other things.)

This time she was just aware enough to stop herself from walking into Tragen's back when he slowed his pace.

"We're here," he said, gesturing to the low gazebo a stone's throw ahead. "After you."

"Oh, thank you." Jaesa had never been so grateful for the flashes of decorum that held over from his upbringing. Still, even with him behind her, guiding hand light on her waist, it was easier said than done to wrench her thoughts in a more appropriate and professional direction.

She managed, thank the stars, meeting the host with a smile--even as he greeted them with small talk about the wisdom of 'dressing for the weather'. It took enough effort to keep her focus in the right place she barely registered the absent-minded caress of Tragen's thumb at the curve of her hip--and almost missed the early shimmer of something across their Bond before he cut it off and suggested they get to work.

---

The meeting went without a hitch. No threats, no shenanigans, and after a brief moment to pause and fall back on her training to center herself, Jaesa did manage to keep her thoughts from veering off the task at hand. She and Tragen accepted the host's effusive thanks the Alliance had been willing to step in, that the Commander himself had come, and then headed back for their shuttle.

"Nice to have an easy one for once," Jaesa commented as they walked.

"Indeed," Tragen nodded, a smile pulling the corner of his mouth. His hand settled at her waist again. "It was a relief to have it not warrant the vigilance we thought would be required."

Her neck warmed and she ducked her head. But she did give into the temptation to slide her arm around his waist as well, fingers more-or-less on purpose brushing bare skin as she did, and bit back a smile at the shiver that rolled through him. "I am sorry I was distracted on the way."

"That was unlike you," he said, fingers tracing small, light circles at her hip. "What-"

How did he not know?! "You," she blurted before she could overthink or--more likely--spontaneously combust. "You were distracting me."

It was gratifying to see the flush creeping up around his neck and ears to match hers. "Ah." He was silent a moment, the shuttle coming into view before he spoke again. "I am flattered, but, if I may... that's never been a... struggle for you bef--"

"You've never worn a shirt like this before!" She swooped her fingers across one of the exposed sections of his back to emphasize her outburst. "I'm used to seeing your arms, that's not the problem. But it... flaunts part of what I'm used to only seeing when we're alone, and I-I..." the words trailed off in a flustered exhale, and she raked her hands through her hair, staring semi-straight ahead rather than look at him. If her face got any hotter she really was going to combust.

"Jaesa." Tragen stopped her with a chuckle at the base of the shuttle ramp. "As I said, I'm flattered. And if it helps..." he turned her to face him, one hand resting on each of her hips, and whispered in her ear, "...I had a similar problem."

She started, embarrassment forgotten as she met his eyes. "What?!"

"This is a very good color for you," he said softly, rubbing a fold of her deep teal tunic between his fingers. "And it drapes well." His hands slid to the small of her back and then returned to her hips. "And it is so. very. soft."

It was very comfortable, she had to admit. And she was keenly aware of it as he spoke.

He chuckled again, sheepishly. "It's made it rather easier said than done keeping my hands--and thoughts--off you." He kissed her forehead. "Though I don't think I had as much of a struggle as you."

She briefly considered smacking him(not hard) for the teasing note in his voice, but she did have it coming. So Jaesa rested her hands on his arms, just high enough for her fingers to brush skin. "Mind you, I do like this shirt," she said playfully, "just maybe a little too much."

"I'll endeavor to remember that," Tragen said. He smiled and leaned in to whisper, "I'll promise to wear it again if you promise it'll survive the trip home."

She snorted--"Easier said than done"-- and felt the laugh rumble in his chest as she grabbed two fistfuls of said shirt to drag him in for a kiss as they stumbled up the boarding ramp. As she'd envisioned earlier, she didn't let him go until both of them were breathless.

And then went in for more.

After all, a Jedi's strength was in her focus.

[faksyan]

Mgs death stranding au with Kaz as Sam, BB/Venom as Bridget/Amelie, and Troy Baker as Troy Baker Ocelot as Higgs is that anything

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick in 8x16 | requested by Anonymous

[waterfallofspace]

Reminiscing On Rebuttals.

The one in which W/olfwood seems to have a cold, and V/ash dips into his memories in order to fight the urge to say something about it. Feat. A ‘not-so-surprise’ twist as to the cause of the ‘sickness’. Also featuring V/ashwood because this is absolutely a date even though neither of them can admit it. 

Made ~this post~ and asked for suggestions, W/olfwood was picked to be the one suffering by @lycheeehehe and since I wholeheartedly agree, and deeply love this man, here’s the results of that suggestion! (sorry for ANOTHER tag <3)

To anyone who reads this, thank you! And I hope you enjoy it~~

(Contains references to swearing and mild violence, in case anyone doesn’t like those!) 

Characters: V/ash, W/olfwood, + flashback/memories featuring M/eryl and R/oberto Word count: 3.6k

~~~~~~~ “Over here, Needle noggin.” Vash waves, giving Wolfwood a warm smile as he enters the dome. The sentiment is not returned, but he does get the signature smirk, cigarette hanging from his mouth, as usual. ‘Whoops- probably should have warned him ahead of time…’ “H- hey, you actually can’t smoke in here.” Wolfwood pauses, giving Vash a measured look, dropping and crushing it with a huff. Vash responds with a sheepish smile, before gasping, holding up a finger. “I actually have something you can have instead!” He digs frantically through his pockets, ‘Come on, where did I leave it… I know I put it somewhe- ah-hah! Got it!’ He stands tall, eyes closing as the smile takes over his cheeks, and holds out the lollipop. “You bought me candy?” “Well… yeah! I figured that you’d be unhappy with the no smoking rule, but I remember you sometimes like to suck on candies instead, so… w- was it not right..?” There’s a hesitation in Wolfwood’s posture that Vash can’t seem to read, but after a pause, he takes it. Vash lets the smile brush back over his face, turning on his heel to start giving Wolfwood a tour, before he pauses. “What was that?” Wolfwood’s stiff, and Vash notices the way his face has a bit more colour then it did a minute ago. “What was what, blondie?” “Hm… nothing, I guess. Just thought I heard something.” “We’re in a fucking bubble of plants. You probably heard some, I don’t know, plant noises.” A laugh shakes Vash’s body, even Wolfwood cracking a smile at the sound. Vash lightly grips his arm, letting the excitement flow through him again. “Can I give you a tour? There’s a lot that’s changed since the last time you’ve been here, and I wanna show you all of it! My favourite is probably the trees, they’re so huge, oh wait no, my favourite is actually th-” “knNNT’chh-!” “Oh, bless you Nicholas!” “N- not yehht- hH’GNxxt’chh-! dnGT’chh-!uhhh...”  “Bless you again! Are you-” “I’m fine, focus on the tour.” It would be more convincing if he didn’t have to break away to let an itchy cough dance through his chest at the end. Vash lets his grip tighten on Wolfwood’s arm, the latter still not having pulled away. They stand like that for a moment, Vash feeling every shiver that runs down Wolfwood’s spine travel up his arm as the coughing breaks off into heady sniffles. Vash can feel the question simmering on his tongue, starting to burn his mouth. ‘Are you sick?’ But before he lets it out, his mind drags him back to travelling with Meryl and Roberto. ~~~ “Are ya sick, Wolfie?” “I t- told you… hH’ZSHHHEEW-! God almighty- I told you not to call me that.” Roberto raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. ‘It doesn’t suit him’ Vash allows himself to think, throwing a blessing at Wolfwood before glancing back over at Meryl, who has pressed herself as far away from the coughing man as she can manage in such a small car. “You didn’t answer the question.” “I’m not sick. hEH’KESHHH’AA!” “Bless you!”  “Real convincing.”  “Wel- eh’kNTSSHHH’AA-! Fucking- hAH’IHHZZSHHEEW-! If you weren’t plannin’ on listening to my answer, why ask the damn question at all?”  “Bless you!”  Vash can’t help but chuckle, blushing slightly at the dirty look Roberto shoots him for the laughter. “I- I mean, he’s got a point, what his answer was gonna be was k- kinda obvious.” “See? Even spiky hair gets it.” “Vash isn’t exactly the blueprint for how to be honest ‘bout your health.” “I guess you’re right there, but that don’t mean I’m sick just because blondie agreed with me. His lack of self care ain’t relevant. heHhh-! Christ, not agai- eH’AAIYESHH’AA-!”  “B- bless you…” The pint tint deepens as Vash sinks into his seat, shooting Roberto a sheepish grin, met with a shrug, before glancing back at Wolfwood. He manages to catch the hiss that scrapes through the tired man’s throat as he brings his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his defined nose. “Headache?” He’s careful to keep his voice down, Meryl and Roberto having started a conversation ‘More like argument’ about her driving style. Wolfwood gives a slight grimace in his direction, letting his eyes flutter shut as he roughly attempts to crush all of his nose in his wrist, unsuccessfully, as the tickle takes over again. “hAH’AIISHHH’AA-!”  Meryl jumps once more, though Vash can’t tell if it’s from the noise or the fear of germs. Either way Wolfwood doesn’t miss it, neither does Vash miss the pale red starting to spread across his ears. In an effort to remedy the situation, Vash pulls out a pile of crumpled napkins, handing them over with a silent smile in lieu of a blessing. Wolfwood gives him a slight nod of thanks before burying his nose in a few rapidly pressed against his face. “hH’MMFFFSHHH’UHH-!” “Bless you.” It’s barely a whisper, but Vash knows it was heard. He lets his hand wander up from the seat to rest against Wolfwood’s shoulder, wincing at the tension that meets him. Wolfwood meets his eyes, a flicker of something burning in them that Vash can’t help but yearn for. “Sleep.” Wolfwood nods, letting his head fall to the side, the side that Vash’s hand just so happens to be placed on. Vash lets out a warm smile, eyes jumping to the front to make sure they’re not being observed. After confirming they’re not, he runs his hand against the tired man’s cheek, his blush spreading deeper at the slight congested sigh he’s met with, shortly replaced with stuffy snores.  ~~~ “You’re not gonna faint on me, are ya?”  Vash feels the world rush back into focus, Wolfwood’s expression teasing, but with a hint of genuine concern drifting in his eyes. ‘Oh, I totally just spaced out… how long was I not paying attention? It’s not like I can tell him what I was thinking about… come on Vash, think on your feet, you’re supposed to be good at this!’  “N- no of course not! Sorry I was uh… just thinking about p- plants…” Wolfwood raises an eyebrow at this and Vash mentally smacks himself. Thankfully, Wolfwood doesn’t fight it any further, most likely too focused on directing another wet sniffle at his shoulder, followed by an entirely too itchy throat clearing. “Alright then. eH’GNT’chh-! You gonna start showing me the plants instead of jus’ thinkin’ about them?” “Bless you! Right, of course, let’s go left first, that’s where the trees are, work our way back over to the far right, that’s where my favourite ones are!” “Lead the way, blondie.” A squeak escapes Vash’s mouth as he beams at Wolfwood, grabbing his arm again and dragging him off towards the trees. He can’t help but try to speed a bit through the explanations as Wolfwood’s sniffling seems to increase to a near constant level. Light, yet itchy sounding coughs keep spinning him away from Vash. ‘And then there’s the sneezing that he seems determined to stifle til it kills him, stubborn idiot.’ “hH’dnXGT-! haHHhh-! iH’ASH’nxxGT’choo-!”  “Bless you…” Wolfwood responds with a deep sniff, letting his nose rub against his wrist with an urgency that seems almost too personal to watch. Vash turns away to give him a bit of space, feeling his chest clench at the way the last one nearly broke through. “R- ready to continue?” “Go ‘head, keep talking about your trees.” “Actually we’re onto the bushes now! I know, it seems a bit like trees but smaller, but there’s actually a load of differences. So firstly-”  Vash lets himself start rambling out facts about bushes as easily as breathing. He’s spent days on end studying each plant in the dome, listening to people talk about them, reading about them anywhere he can find information. ‘There’s just something so soothing about them… a simplicity that humans don’t seem to share. It’s one of the things I love most about humanity, and yet… also something I adore about the plants.’ A slight hum pulls Vash out of his monologue, letting his eyes rest comfortably on Wolfwood’s gruff form. His hand is permanently pressed to his nose, a slight cough escaping on every second sentence, colour starting to spread through his cheeks. Despite all this, Vash can tell he’s listening to every fact, soaking in all the beauty of nature. And maybe, soaking in the beauty of something else too.  “You said these things flower, and then grow berries from those flowers?” “Yeah! Which is really fascinating because the flowers themselves aren’t particularly tasty, or edible for that matter, but the berries are delicious!”  “If you say so. hEH’enGNXT-! dtKNgxxt’-!” “Bless you. It’s actually surprising how many plants are edible, and which ones taste good! See, some look good, but don’t tast-” “hA’DANGTT-! S- shit… huHhh-! Guhh… ihhh… hiHH’AIIESHHH’AA-!” “Oh, bless you again!”  “Don’t waste your breath, needle noggin. You were saying something about tasting good?” Vash tries to recall the point he was making, but his attention is preoccupied watching Wolfwood attempt to rub his nose clean off his face. He lets out another light cough, stumbling a bit with the effort taken to contain the sneezes that follow right on its heels. ‘Seems they’re not satisfied being crushed into oblivion anymore.’ Vash fights the instinct to offer a blessing, instead offering a distraction from the miserable sniffling. “EHHNGXT’choo-! hehh’SHHkngtt’choo-!” “Can’t remember what I was saying before, but that’s okay, you’ve probably had enough bush facts… Let’s move to the flowers instead, some of my favourites are over there! They just have such beautiful colours, it’s almost like a sunrise but in a physical form, plus-” Grabbing Wolfwood’s arm yet again, Vash practically skips over to the flowers, his excitement only dulled by the way Wolfwood flinches away from Vash into his shoulder to stifle another set.  “iH’hNGtt-! eh’KngXT-!” “Bless you.” “Thanks, blondie… excuse me.”  Standing in front of the flowers, gesturing to a field of poppies, Vash finds himself studying Wolfwood, trying to catalogue symptoms. ‘He doesn’t seem feverish, but there’s the sneezing, sniffling, he’s got a cough, and his voice seems to be getting hoarse. Though, I can’t tell if that’s from the stifling or a sore throat. And then he excused himself instead of brushing it off or making a joke… he’s gotta be feeling worse than he’s letting on… I should really say something… but…’   ~~~ “INKGT’shoo-!” “Bless you. You should really stop that, you’re gonna implode.” “Thanks for the concern shortie, but it’s misplaced. You should be more worried about the fucking mob waiting to skin us alive outside the door. Thanks for that, stampede.”  Vash blushes, Roberto and Wolfwood shooting matching glares in his direction while Meryl offers a sympathetic smile.  “I tried to warn you! I said they weren’t exactly fans of mine here…” Meryl suddenly joins in on the glares, Vash feeling his face run pale, a sheepish smile forming as she waves her hands around with an irritated retort.  “That’s not the same thing as ‘oh hey guys, heads up, the whole town will actively try to hunt me down and kill me’.” “hH’AIIYYZZSHHEWW-! RRSHHH’AA-!” Roberto rolls his eyes as Vash and Meryl offer simultaneous blessings, Wolfwood brushing them off with a rough sigh, turning his attention back to the crack between the boards of the window they’re crouched around.  “It looks to be about ten, maybe fifteen at most. I could take maybe six on a good day.” “Is this a good day, undertaker?” “heHhH-! hEPT’TNGGK’choo-! Christ- iHH’ZZSHHHEEW-!” Meryl and Vash echo the previous blessing, prompting a new round of eyerolls from Roberto, Wolfwood joining in this time, before Roberto casts his eyes back on the sickly man.   “Gonna take that as a no.” “I’m fine. Now are we gonna do this or what, blondie?” “Y- yeah… I mean… or we could try to find a back way, run away before they can get in…?” “An- AYYZZSCHHH’OO-! And why exactly would we do that?”  A nervous smile works its way across Vash’s face as he goes to answer, Meryl shooting him a pointed look he chooses to ignore. ‘Someone’s gotta say something… he’s gonna get himself killed if he tries to go out there in this state.’ “Bless you… and well… you seem a… a bit… sick- hey, ouch!” Vash yelps as Wolfwood’s hand meets the back of his head with a rough swat. Roberto lets out a light chuckle which Meryl glares at him for, giving Vash a soft smile as he rights himself. Wolfwood, however, is glowering at him. “I am not sick. I don’t get sick. heHhh…! Oh for fucks- hEH’KNNZSSHHHEW-!” “Deny as much as you’d like, Wolfie-” “Don’t call me that.” “-the fact remains, you’re in no state to take on this many people. Stampede is right, for once, we should try to find a back way out and sneak away.” “Fine, I ain’t gonna fight you. Rather save my energy for kicking this one’s ass for getting us into this mess.” Another blush spreads across Vash’s ears, dipping down into his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Wolfwood smirks a little at the display, before dipping back into his chest with another harsh outburst.  “knNGT’ZSHHH’oo-! IHHZZYYSHHHEW-!” “Bless you.”  There’s silence in response, but as Meryl and Roberto head downstairs to start scoping out possible exits, Wolfwood lets his head rest against Vash’s shoulder, sniffling deepling as the position loosens the congestion. Vash lets a soft smile form, running his fingers through Wolfwood’s hair, giggling at the sigh it releases. “I’ve got you, Nicholas.” “I know, blondie.” ~~~ The scene finishes playing in Vash’s mind. As he regains conscious-thought he finds, much to his alarm, that he’s been talking the whole time. ‘So final verdict, mentioning the illness leads to physical retaliation, but if I just keep up what I’m doing he’ll seek comfort on his own terms. I can do that. Side point, it seems I can just rattle off facts about flowers without even being consciously aware of it…’ “-and that’s why I enjoy lavender. Do I talk in my sleep?” Wolfwood who’s been nodding along, offering light hums or growls between the outpouring of his symptoms suddenly stops, raising an eyebrow as he casts a smirk towards Vash. “Where did that come from?” “I just- uhh… was wondering..?” “hEH’INNGT’shoo-! Well-”  “Bless you.” “-not much that I’ve heard, just a few words here and there.” “What?! And no one ever thought to tell me?” Vash gets a shrug in response, but a mischief dances through Wolfwood’s watery eyes, smirk deepening against his cheeks. ‘He’s obviously feeling well enough to make fun of me still, though given his mindset of denial, that just means he isn’t on death's door yet.’  “I guess it must’ve slipped my mind. hH’ESHNXXT’shoo-! Damn it.”  “Bless you. D- do you maybe have a…” Wolfwood throws a dirty glare his way, eyes daring Vash to finish the sentence. In response, Vash feels his cheeks warm, ears starting to faintly burn. It’s quickly replaced by a pang of concern as the latest sneeze has left Wolfwood slightly trembling as he attempts to catch his breath. ‘I need a new plan, something to get him sitting down so he can rest, without being too obvious. I could say that I need to rest, but he wouldn’t buy that… Oh I got it!’  “Do you wanna come see my favourite flowers? They’re called sunflowers, they’re so tall and bright yellow with a black center, it’s just stunning, wanna see..?” “That’s what I’m here for, ain’t it?” The response sounds cold, but there’s a playful tone in Wolfwood’s voice that sends chills down Vash’s spine. His hand trembles at the thought of grabbing him again, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t keep pulling on him… I don’t know if he wants-’ but before he can spiral too far, Wolfwood lets his own hand grip Vash’s. Neither of them says a word, matching colours blooming over their cheeks as Vash leads him towards the flowers.  “There’s a bench in the middle of the field, it’s practically surrounded by them, can we sit on it..? I really like how close you feel to them on it.” “hept’IZNNGT’choo-! Scuse me. If you insist, blondie. Your tour after all.” Despite the way he rolls his eyes, Vash can hear the sigh Wolfwood releases as he sits, elbows resting on his knees as he lets his head fall into his hands. Vash starts to ramble on about the sunflowers, but is cut off before he even finishes the first sentence. “I love how tall they are, they even reach up to our hea-” “hAH’AIIIYYSHH’OO-! KZZSHHH’AA-! hiHhH’IZZSHHH’AA-!” “Bless yo-” “KNG-ZZSHH’AA-! I can’t… hUH’EEYSHHHEWW-! AIIEESHHHEW-! RRSHHHH’AA-! I can’t stop… heHhH-! ahh…. iHH’KNGTT-DTGXT-huH’IZZSSHHH’OO-!” “Are you okay-?” Vash’s panicked tone comes with a frantic attempt to figure out why Wolfwood’s suddenly so much worse. He lets his worried gaze run across Wolfwood’s convulsing form, a stabbing pain in his heart as the sneezing man attempts to give him a wide eyed look. He only succeeds in prying open his eyes for a second before the onslaught crushes them shut once more. “hEH’KETSCHHH’AA-! eh’kNTSHhhew-! What the fuck is happening- haAhHH-! aiiyESHH-keschhh-rRRESHH’AA-!” “Come on Nico, just try to breathe. Bless you- I don’t understand why it got so much worse?!”  “I- eh’EASCHHH’oo-! hH’RRSHHH’AA-! KESSHH’AA-! Every breath- ma- makesitworse- hEH’INGGTT’choo-!” “Bless you… Every brea- shit Nicholas- stand up, right now, here, grab my arm, just stand up! Why didn’t you say something?”  Wolfwood does as he’s told, and Vash grimaces at the state of his nose as he leaves the safety of his arm to shoot Vash a confused look before ducking back in, smothering another desperate fit. “MMFFSHH’AA-! hEH’INNGT-RRSHHH’AA-! eH’MMFFSHH’OO-!” Vash pulls Wolfwood along at a pace that leaves both of them panting for air as they reach the doors of the dome. He practically throws Wolfwood through them, the panting man slumping down the wall until he’s sitting on the floor, Vash taking a seat next to him. “Christ Nico, why would you enter the dome if this was gonna happen? Bless you again…”  The sudden realization that seems to dawn on Wolfwood’s face between desperate hitching nearly gets a laugh out of Vash. Without a word, Wolfwood ducks back into his shoulder, aiming away from Vash but entirely giving up on catching them. Vash takes a deep breath to calm himself, noticing how they’re already sounding slightly softer.  “uhH’ZZSHHHEWW-! yyyiESSHH’aa-! hh’AIISHhh’oo-!” “Here, bless you by the way, take these, they’re not much, but it should help.” Wolfwood greedily accepts the napkins, attempting to crush his defined nose into the stack as another set pushes its way out of his battered sinuses. “heHh’knNGSHH’oo-! iZZSHHHEEW-! Fuckin- hAH’AIISHH’aa-!” “Bless you. Jeez, I thought you were just sick? Why didn’t you tell me?”  “I als- heH’ESHHEEWW-! Also thought I w- hH’RRUSHH’AA-! was just si... sick- hAH’keTCHshh’oo-!”  Another itchy cough leaves both wincing as Wolfwood attempts to suck air back into his lungs between spasms. Vash runs through the events in his head, too distracted to offer a blessing. ‘I should have noticed… when he’s sick it usually starts in his throat, he should have been hoarse before the sneezing started… I was just so distracted by the plants…’ “It’s my fault, I’m sorry. I should have noticed, or said something, I just…” Wolfwood lets out a rough laugh as the coughing fades out, sending the burning feeling back to Vash’s gut. Chills run down his spine as he realizes one of Wolfwood’s hands is still clinging to his. Wolfwood sniffles deep and wet before he responds. “Not your fault. I’m not the easiest person, am I, blondie?” “Heh… not exactly…” “Seems I’m not the easiest allergic person ei- heH’IZZSHH’AA-! either.” “Bless you… Again- I’m really sorry Nicholas, I shoul-” A light squeeze to his hand shuts Vash’s mouth mid word. His eyes trace up to Wolfwoods, shivering at the warmth that’s waiting for him. “Not your fault. I’ve had this sort of reaction to things before. Turns out I’m a pretty allergy prone guy I guess. Christ- eH’KETSHHEEW-! aiiYESHH’aa-! Might be one of the reasons I enjoy trudging the desert so much. Don’t normally run into much besides sand.”  “Bless you. You have allergies?” “Yeah, and what of it? They’re actually a sign your immune system works too well. Plus I guess I needed something to combat the fact I basically never get sick. Wouldn’t be fair to all you folk if I just got to be immune to everything.” Vash allows the laugh bubbling up in his chest to reveal itself, mind flashing back to all the many, many times he’d seen Wolfwood sick. ‘Denial to the very end. Predictable as always, Nicholas.’ Wolfwood’s smile brightens at the sound, dark eyes feeling nothing but warm as Vash soaks them in. “hEh’aiiYEshh’oo-!” “You’re starting to sound a bit better, bless you. I guess not being in the dome helps. And it probably helps to not be sitting at nose-level with all that polle-” “hEH’RRUSHHH’AA-! IZZSHHHEEEW-! Oh god blondie, don’t even say the word.” “Bless you! Sorry! Why don’t we go see if home has some medication somewhere.” Wolfwood coughs again, lighter but still itchy, and lets out another deep sniff. “Sounds like a plan. hept’ktSHHAA-!” “Bless you, Nicholas.”  “Thank you, Vash.” Shivers run down his spine at the use of his name. ‘People call me that all the time but… somehow it feels so… personal… when he does it.’ A bright smile slips across his face, Wolfwood echoing it with one of his own, whispering something under his breath that Vash just catches, before standing and starting to head toward home.  “I’ve always loved your real smile.” 

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@countlessrealities sent; “OBSERVE” [[ Rick V-79 for my Weird Rick xD ]]

It's been a while now that Rick had submitted himself to this particular Rick. His Master. All because he found power in his alternate. A certain need for control and something about it made him want to bow down worshipfully. He was in the presence of a God. That much was clear now.

He now stood there on the side. Small distanced apart, only because he knew better than to get in the man's way. Especially when his Master was talking with someone. Conducting business propositions. For what? He wasn't sure. It wasn't his place to eavesdrop. He would ask about it when they got back into the ship.

For now, he would stare at the powerful Rick. He didn't even blink. Pale grey eyes unwavering at every single detail he could see.

Certain quirks that he could tell that were there. As if the other were trying to hide any real thought or emotion. All replaced with something clever, witty, comebacks for everything. It was fascinating. No one could argue with that Rick, unless they wanted to be spun around in circles.

He would have to take note of that later. Not that he would do anything to upset his Master. Though, he could never be too careful.

And then there was that body language. Stiff, tense, yet also laid back in a way. As if his alternate was prepared for a fight at all times, while appearing to be oh-so friendly and suave. He found it to be sexy. Oh, how he could take away that tension, loosen the other up. In so many different ways than one.

He then flickered into those blue eyes. A tilt of his head where he found something so very mesmerizing. A storm, silent anger. Maybe it's something his Master always carried with him. Something that the other learned how to control. Whatever the case may be, he could stare into those eyes for eternity if he could.

Just to see how intense that storm could get.

It happened a bit too quickly for him to realize. That his Master stopped talking with the galactic being. Only now to be approached by him, closely standing in front of each other. That's when he let himself blink, eyes stinging but he was already used to that.

He looked down at the device that was being shown to him. Just for a brief moment before he glanced back up towards that face. His heart beat against his chest so loud and fast. It made him wonder if he was experiencing something unpleasant. He couldn't tell. So he would ignore it for now.

Instead, he would listen to the explanation that was being given to him. He would pay attention. It was his duty now. To act as a pet and also a part of the team. Whatever his Master needed him to do, he would do it. No questions asked.

"Y-Yes, Master," He agreed, fingers twitched at his side. Only if he could reach out to touch the side of that face. "I-I'll get right onto it."

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