#verse: post 02

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[huyaoxiaozi]

@feilien | PLOTTED STARTER.

       After Matt had disappeared through the window, Zane had simply finished packing his things—along with anything else stored there that could be important—and left the safe house for the last time. Of course he'd needed to designate it as compromised. The heir to the Black Dragon Clan knew about it, after all. Matt may have let Zane go, but he was clearly deepy suseptible to his clan's whims. Considering how bad it had ended up for him the last time he'd trusted Matt blindly, he wasn't about to make a mistake like that again.

       Regardless, after finally seeing him again after all this time, after gaining some certainty in whether or not Matt still felt anything for him ... Zane couldn't get the boy he still he'd once loved out of his head. All the various scenarios, all of the ways things could have ended, for better or worse, plagued his mind, and even his dreams. Matt's rich dark eyes haunted him and it was almost embarrassing how many times he found himself wondering what would've happened if he'd given into temptation. If he'd simply shoved Matt up against that wall again — but this time, to capture his lips with his own rather than pressing a blade to his throat.

       He thought of Matt's laybored breathing, his reactions at the slightest gestures, he thought of Matt's hands in Zane's hair, Matt's fingers curled into his jacket while he kissed like he was starving to death ...

       It would've resulted in getting gutted by those sharp blades of his, Zane often scolded himself. It was the possibility that he could be wrong that always brought the fantasy back with a vengeance.

       Zane kept a close watch on Matt now that he knew where he was and what he was doing. Most of the time, it was strictly business — but after catching just a glimpse of him training fucking shirtless once, he knew it could never be strictly business between them. When they were young, Matt had been skinnier; lean muscled and strong regardless, but at a glance, he'd always seemed a bit scrawny, until you looked closer.

       As an adult, he'd long since grown into his height, grew more muscle. He was still incredibly lean, but there was no chance you'd mistake him as scrawny anymore. Mercifully, he was thoroughly distracted by how that made him feel once he noticed the fresh wounds and bruises that adorned his bare skin, however.

       Zane knew battle wounds and, from what he could see, these were nothing like that. It looked as though Matt had simply let someone hurt him, over and over again — and, in a horrible flash, he thought, was this the consequences of letting him go? Of failing to neutralize the threat? Was he once again the reason for someone else's misery? Despite how hard he tried to convince himself that Matt's personal business was not his problem, he found himself climbing up to the roof of a building, his eyes keen as they swept over his surroundings ... until they settled on the back of a familiar figure.

Zane approached him cautiously, knowing full well that taking Matt by surprise could no doubt be lethal. He was still several feet away when he cleared his throat. ❝Still scaling rooftops, I see,❞ he rasped, his tone conveying a calm and casual demeanor that he very much did not feel.

[demainvient]

five times left:      ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

01.

the first time she leaves is when her parents come to pick her up from their house, after hours of running through the house and causing a ruckus. ( their room is a mess, and gustave will meticulously clean it afterwards but that's not now because now they're eyes are red and stinging and why does she have to leave she can stay for dinner and stay over the night right? ) it's sad. gustave hasn't had a friend before -- their older brother doesn't count, he's ethically bound to play with them according to their mother -- and they cry when she leaves.

02.

the second time, they're leaving, walking her home from a nice dinner and standing outside her door in the low lamplight, rambling about anything and nothing for an excuse to not have to walk away just yet. waiting for her to invite them in for a night cap or something.

she kisses them, instead, and gustave ends up leaving in the morning instead of that night.

03.

the third time she's leaving. both of their faces tear-streaked. it's not going to work, it simply won't. they won't work. they're sitting in the kitchen on the island, mug held between their fingers. it's not a shouting match, but maybe gustave wishes it was. wishes they were shouting at each other, wishes they could end this messy and ugly and never have to see each other again.

( it doesn't work like that. they don't work like that. )

sophie shuts the door quietly, doesn't slam it. just clicks it shut and gustave knows neither of their eyes are dry this time.

04.

the fourth time is on the docks. with this pit in their stomach, feet leaden as they walked her down to it. it's not fair. it's not fair. gustave wants to be five again, so it's socially appropriate for them to cry and scream and wail and stomp their feet like they did the first time she ever left.

it's not. so they barely hold it together, for her. they look into her eyes and try so hard to promise her they'll fix it, or something. ( impossible promises. )

she leaves, as petals caressing their cheeks and gustave's legs give out as they cling to them desperately.

05.

the last time she leaves is forever. they're too different, there's too much of a gap between them. a yawning hole burned into the middle of this canvas they're painted as. they simply don't work together anymore, there's too much baggage and they are too different.

it hurts. gustave knows it hurts. they're broken, they're a different person and this repainted version of sophie could never love them like they are now. ( there's some hope maybe one day, but gustave is so tired of hoping and clinging now. so tired. )

she leaves, and it's the last time she does. maybe in another lifetime.

[abyssembraced]

@hymns-across-the-stars asked:

"You don't have to be evil any more than you have to be good. You can live a purr-fectly fine life without really being one or the other. And the fact you used to be a Dark Master doesn't need to mean anything anymore... unless that's what you choose to go back to." - gatomon to the reincarnated lil fuck

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Concealed in some bushes, Mushroomon stared at a particular group of eight Digimon, studying them from a distance.

He didn't get it. Even now, it just didn't make sense! Those DigiDestined humans and their partners... Cherrymon had said that he was lacking something, and whatever “it” was, they had it, and it was the reason he had lost to them. The reason he was so weak now.

Yet, watching all those partner Digimon, he didn't see anything that made them so special! They were just... Sitting around and talking! He could do that, too!! He had an entire army to talk to whenever he wanted when he was a Dark Master! He even played with them whenever he wanted, too! And they did everything he told them to! Talking wasn't special!!! 

But... They still killed him in the end. Cherrymon must have been onto something, as much as he hated to admit it.

Mushroomon clenched his fists.

It was so frustrating! The partner Digimon were right in front of him! What was he missing!? If only he were stronger, then he could march right up to those stupid Digimon and make them tell him the answer!

A voice from above broke him out of his thoughts. Scanning the treetops for its source, his eyes eventually fell upon... Her. 

He'd been spotted. 

Since when had she gotten here!? He glanced frantically between the Gatomon looking down on him from the tree and the rest of her blissfully ignorant group of friends out in the clearing. Sure enough, that little gathering indeed had only seven Digimon left in it, and the eighth was here with him.

And was... Talking to him?

Mushroomon looked away, fists still clenched, turning the other's words around in his mind.

“I want to be strong.” Being strong meant people listened to him. They tried to make him happy. They did what he said. They had to. “And I don't care what I have to do to get that way again!” ‘Good’? ‘Evil’? None of that mattered! Getting strong meant getting more data, and so what if that data came from other Digimon? If they died, it was their fault for being weak!

[wiedzm1n]

@wulfmaed   said   :   ❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜   🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

what  was  this?  the  witcher  turned  his  head,  creasing  his  brows  and  narrowing  his  eyes  as  he  peered  over  at  sansa  as  she  lay  between  the comfort  of  a  thick  woolen  blanket  and  a  bed  — the  only  bed  in  existence  as  they  made  their  stop  to  rest  at  yet  another  seemingly  abandoned  home.  not  only  did  geralt surrender  the  luxury  to  her,  but  he insisted  that  she  take  the  bed.  after  all  —  although  there  had  been no  present  dangers  in  some  miles  now  —  someone  had  to  keep  watch,  and  geralt  was  glad  to  do  it. he  was  built  for  it.

and  although  he  had  been well  trained  to  always expect  the  unexpected,  a  kiss  good  night  was  certainly  a  suggestion  that  went far  beyond  anything  else  that  could  have  been  unexpected.

❝      surely  you  have  some  more  mercy  in  you  than  to  suggest  such  a  thing.       ❞       the  tone  he  used  and  the  way  that  his  lips  slowly  curved  into  a  slight  smile  left  no  doubt  of  the  playfulness  in  his  words.

in  fact,  he  was  already  closing  the  small  gap  between  them,  hovering  his  large  frame  over  hers  as  he  sat  on  a  vacant  spot  at  the  edge  of  the  bed,  moving  to  bring  his  face  closer  to  hers.  it  wasn’t  so  much  that  he  felt  obligated  to  grant  her  request,  but  there  was  also  a  part  of  him  that  wanted  this.  but  what  kind  of  a  noble  lady  would  ever  ask  such  a  thing  of  a  witcher?

but  for  reasons  in  which  geralt  still  could  not  bring  himself  to  understand, sansa  was  different;  more courteous  than  he  truly  even  deserved.  he  could  still  remember  how  she  had  thanked  him;  his  heart  still burning  madly  at  the  memory.  she  made  him  feel  decent; made  him  feel  human  in  ways  that  no  one  has  ever  done  before.

and  what’s  more,  if  she  with  even  slightly  repulsed  by  the  yellow  slitted  eyes  of the  mutant,  the  gruesome  scars  on  his  face,  or  the  stink  of  his  clothes,  then she  gave  no  sign  of  it.  she  didn’t  flinch,  nor  cower  away  when  he  leaned  down  far  enough  to  softly  press  his  rough  lips  on  her  softer  and  delicate  pair.  he  didn’t  even  take  the  time  to  consider  the  socially  wrongness  of  what  he  was  doing.  everything  else  be  damned,  this  was  what  he  wanted.

❝        sleep  well,       ❞       his  voice  was  delivered  in  a  soft  whisper  as  he  retracted  his  face  from  hers.      ❝       i’ll  make  sure  that  you  can.       ❞

[koushirouizumi]

Digimon Adventure 02 ~ A.M.V. {Anime Music Video} Title: “Kocchi wo Muite” {“Look This Way”} Sung by: Yukana Nogami Music © CLAMP / Kodansha (Originally from: Cardcaptor Sakura) Featuring Duo/Ship/O.T.P: + {Daikari} / {DaiHika} (with equal Hikari<->Daisuke P.O.V's, though leaning a bit more in Hikari->Daisuke focus) [+Bonus Ken, 02 Chosen as Support; Taichi & Hikari as Platonic/Familial/Supporting each Other]; {KenDai(+Miya)Hika can be read in; However, the main focus of this one is Daikari specifically, with KenDaiHika as side Poly!}

Summary:

“Although you show COURAGE, YOU’VE{?} got it Backwards A {maiden}[?]’s Heart is {fragile} and Trying…”

“Throughout all of the {xxxx} WE’RE Invincible”–

Digimon Adventure 02 © Toei Animation A.M.V. by Me No $$$ is being made off this Fanwork

Notes: - The 1st minute took about 45 min; 2nd part made took about just over 2hr’s; The 3rd+4th parts from interlude on took 35~ min each, Altogether, it's already taken 3~4+ hr's. - This is my 08/02 Focus work, for August 2nd anniversary of Adventures timeline! (by August 2nd, Vamdemon's invasion of Odaiba had Begun) Daisuke, who was initially captured inside the same center as Odaiba convention center Vamdemon kept Tailmon trapped in; just might have come across a Certain Person (or two) Near this and the following exact Day{s}... (Alluding to Daisuke's official Drama CD audio Track from "Digimon Adventure 02: Spring 2003"!) - This A.M.V. is overall a Standalone work. (It is not directly involved with my other work); However, it can be considered a work For the storyline that’s a precursor to Repeat-verse, which came before that story was conceived!) Therefore, it can be watched as a Standalone! - I reused a part of an older edit for the earliest Tri P.V.; (for timing placements) it had an old subtitle on, but I’ll remove that for the finished version! - (There is a moment of Hurricane Touchdown!Taichi for Timing) {As it works for my fan-‘verse, I left it in, with a bonus by end!} However, the work is overall/near-wholly 02-focused (so far)! - There is a small amount of out-of-context scenes, However, they’re meant to overall parallel the lyric{s} on-screen. - There is a single Tri spoiler from Kyousei; involving the character of "Homeostasis", that (mind)-possesses Hikari briefly in Adventure Ep. 45 previously. {"Gennai" [Tri] can also be seen for some short seconds} - Major handful of "The Beginning" sequel spoilers by ending; However, it's all actually immediately Pre-Final battle. (The Digimon in final battle can be seen Clearly, +Rui)

{I have not yet re-written the Daikari storyline involved with the past ficverse of mine in full; So please take this work as a sort of preview to it!} The ending lines and following sequences especially hint/allude a little more to my ficverse's potential turnouts; but it can be viewed/read as semi or even fully canon compliant too!

(Further lyric{s} under ‘read more’!)

“Turn this way, don't look anywhere else, darling It'd be bad if you weren't completely by MY side… Although you show courage, you've got it backwards A maiden's heart is fragile and trying—”

If we get separated by any distance I’ll come after you

(J.P.N): {Verse #1} Kocchi wo muite yo So mi shinaide Daarin Chanto watashi no soba ni inakucha dame da yo Tsuyogari datte uragaeshi Otome-gokoro kyun to setsunai…

Donna ni tookute hanarete 'te mo  Oikakete 'ku wa— I'm like a jasmine flower, right? You want to turn towards my strong fragrance I love you more than anyone So look at only me, okay?

{Verse #2} If it’s for "love", you’ll get stronger, darling So it’s true, I’ll "always" be your ""cute kid""-- Although there are some bad feelings in life No one will ever give up on a m a i d e n’s heart--(?)

Throughout all of the pain We’re invincible

I’m clumsy around you Protect only ME A magical love ONLY for US We should KEEP THAT our S E {C R E T}— Jasumin no hana no you ni ne Tsuyoku kaotte furimukasetai Dare yori mo anata ga suki Watashi dake mitsumete ite ne?

Koi no tame nara tsuyoku nareru no Daarin Honto wa zutto kawaii ko de itai kedo Yakimochi datte maji da kara Otome-gokoro dare ni mo makenai

Donna ni tsurai koto ga atte mo Futari wa muteki--

Bukiyou na anata no koto Mamoreru no wa watashi dake da yo Koi no mahou futari ni dake Wakariaeru HI{MITSU na n’ da yo}–

I'm like a "jasmine flower", right? You want to turn towards my strong fragrance I love you more than anyone So look at only me, okay?

Jasumin no hana no you ni ne Tsuyoku kaotte furimukasetai Dare yori mo anata ga suki Watashi dake mitsumete ite ne?

NOTE: The speaker may be speaking as if theyre NOT BEING CONSISTENT with their {FEELINGs}.

(Implied/Spoken): {My fic-verse Only}

"...I'm sorry." {"For before"}

"{None of it was} 'Your fault'." -Hikari to Daisuke

{"...It wasn't 'YOURS', EITHER--"}

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[tristese]

tags

01. ↣『 ooc 』

01. ↣『 psa 』

01. ↣『 wishlist 』

01. ↣『 edits 』

01. ↣『 promos 』

02. ↣『 self 』

02. ↣『 headcanons 』

02. ↣『 study 』

02. ↣『 aesthetic 』

02. ↣『 desires 』

03. ↣『 in character 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ main 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ post-game 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ dragon age 』

03. ↣『 verse ╱ modern 』

04. ↣『 dash games 』

04. ↣『 memes & ask prompts 』

00. ↣『 queue 』

02. ↣『 rel. ╱ gustave 』

02. ↣『 rel. ╱ lune 』

02. ↣『 rel. ╱ maelle 』

02. ↣『 rel. ╱ verso 』

02. ↣『 rel. ╱ monoco 』

[turpisdeus]

'Presenting  Fergus  Cousland—Teryn  of  Highever.'

It  feels  almost  like  a  cruel  joke  to  him,  entering  the  halls  of  the  palace.  Deep  brown  eyes  glide  across  the  space,  meandering  gaze  languid  as  it  slides  over  ornate  windows  and  silent  guards.  Time  spent  at  court  had  been  few  and  far  between,  far  more  interested  in  tactics  and  hunting  than  mingling  with  nobles  he  could  scarcely  have  more  than  a  vapid,  useless  conversation.  Much  to  Bryce's  chagrin  of  course,  after  all,  one  day  it  would  become  his  responsibility,  he'd  warned.

Perhaps  a  foolish  part  of  him  had  never  thought  that  day  would  come.  Or  at  the  very  least,  not  in  the  way  it  did.

Never  did  Fergus  believe  he'd  be  standing  in  the  throne  room,  looking  upon  his  queen  in  such  a  manner.  Frankly,  he  didn't  think  he'd  be  standing  at  all  given  what  it  had  taken  to  keep  him  from  the  Maker's  side.

With  everyone  else.

"  Your  majesty,  "  His  deep  voice  projects  as  he  bows  to  her  dutifully,  before  looking  into  her  eyes.  Eyes  that  look  as  uncertain  of  this  as  his  own.  “  May  I  chaperone  you  for  a  walk  in  the  gardens  this  morning?  ”

@emeraldgraved

[differentkinds]

tags 03 : verses, canon + miyagi - verse.

[mcssages]

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@electricea sent:💐

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Women's Day Flowers ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[still accepting]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The wheels were turning in her head at first, trying to figure out why she had just received flowers out of the blue. They were lovely, and had a fragrant smell that wasn't overpowering. Chaesun was certainly going to put these in a vase and feed them plant food to keep them alive for as long as she could; the danger-prone girl had to make sure not to be a klutz for once. She was so caught up in thinking about how pretty they'd look on her coffee table until the realization struck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" Oh ! Women's Day ! "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A wide grin curled up the corners of her lips. It was genuinely flattering that the person that helped her in Tokyo had remembered her on this day. Either she had made some kind of impression or he really got into this day. Either way, she was grateful to have been thought of. The language barrier wouldn't stop her from attempting to show her gratitude.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" Thank you ! "

[demainvient]

" it's nice to see you again . "

the words are muffled, pressed into the fabric of their chest and gustave tries very very hard not to complain about the vice grip maelle has on them. hides the way it feels hard to breathe when her fingers dig into the bone of their spine and her arms hold them tight like they will evaporate should she let go. gustave doesn't complain, no, no, absolutely not, and if anything their fingers skirt her shoulder, a firm grip, flesh thumb rubbing circles into it. holding her here, safe in a way they hadn't had confirmation of until now.

"only nice? this hug says otherwise." they murmur, just teasing, head tilted down, uncaring if the others see the display of affection as they press the very lightest of kisses to her crown. she's safe. they're both safe. it's a step up from hours ago, but worry still digs into their chest.

there, a slight shift back, to fully look her over and study her. "you're not hurt are you?"

[dieverged]

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[wiedzm1n]

@wulfmaed   said   :   [ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars  😤😤😤

there  was  just  something  so  incredibly  smooth  thing  about  baths.  the  witcher  couldn’t  quite  put  his  finger  on  the  cause,  but  that  didn’t  make  them  any  less  enjoyable.  for  a  moment  he  couldn’t  help  but  sit  there,  eyes  closed  lazily  as  he  leaned  back  with  both  arms  hanging  on  either  side  of  the  tub,  —  large  enough  to  allow  him  to  capture  the  full  extent  of  relaxation  —  taking  in  the  feeling  of  the  warm  water  against  his  skin.  it  was  enough  to  relax  muscles  and  soothe  aches  that  geralt  hadn’t  even  really  realized  existed.  the  perfect  antidote  for  walking  for  …  the  fact  that  geralt  couldn’t  even  count  how  long  was  telling  enough.  while  sansa  sat  prettily  atop  his  mare,  roach,  he  walked,  pulling  on  the  reins  as  he  guided  them  to  the  inn  where  they  stopped  to  take  their  rest  as  the  sky  grew  darker.

could  the  tub  that  was  provided  for  them  upon  arrival  have  been  because  they  had  declared  themselves  as  man  and  wife  to  the  nosy  innkeeper  or  was  that  simply  all  they  had?  a  minor  detail  with  little  to  no  convenience,  geralt  consoled  himself  with  the  thought.  why  worry  about  the  cause  when  he  was  so enamored  of  the  effect?

there  was  no  telling  for  how  long  he  remained  in  that  state.  the  straight  line  between  his  lips  slightly  tilting  up  into  the lightest  of  smirks  at  a  new  feeling  just  behind  his  shoulder.  though  it  came  at  him  from  behind,  there  was  no  way  that  the  witcher  couldn’t recognize  the  softness  of  lips  offering  their  distinct  caress.  his  heightened  sense  of  smell  letting  him  know  that  it  was  sansa  without  even  having  to  pry  his  eyes  open.  he  could  even  have  wondered  then  why  she  was  doing  so  in  the  first  place  —  why  she  was  kissing  him  there  when  his  body  had  been  perhaps  nothing  more  than  a  museum  of grotesque  scars?  a  reminder  that  he  wore  every  day  of  the monster  he  truly  was.

but  those  thoughts  didn’t  even  find  a  place  to  stick;  they  were  gone  as  quickly  as  they  formed  in  his  mind.  now  got  about  me  couldn’t  even  focus  on  the tranquility  of  just  being  in  the  water  —  that  when  sansa  was  there;  her  lips  effortlessly  giving  geralt  a  feeling  in  which  the  one  provided  by  the  warm  bathwater paled  in  comparison.   ❝  mmmm   ❞   and  if  that  wasn’t  already  clear,  then  the  low  moaning  that  came  from  the  witcher  was  more  than  enough  to  get  the  message  across.   ❝   that  makes  it  feel  better  already.  you  must  be  some  kind  of  natural  healer.   ❞   he  teased,  as  if  there  had  been  any  kind  of  pain  or  injury  for  her  to  heal.  the  scars  on  his  back  were  as  pale  with  age  as  his  own  skin  was.

his  next  movement  came  suddenly,  almost unexpectedly  as  he  turned  his  upper  body  around  just  enough  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  her  behind  him.  the  sight  of  her  alone  was comforting  enough,  yet  geralt  still  found  himself  frowning.   ❝  aren’t  you  gonna  come  in?  i  don’t  want  to  selfishly  what  all  of  this  water  go  to  waste.   ❞ 

[orangetintedglasses]

Wolfwood breaches the threshold of the room like a billowing storm; his blazer is draped over his shoulder, leaving him in just the white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. Immediately upon looking at him, it's evident that he had just gotten out of a fight. His shirt is bloody and dusty, and his face sports a fresh bruise, like he was shoved into the dirt.

He sits down on a comfy armchair with a loud, frustrated sigh.

"You wouldn't believe the types of people I had to deal with today," he grumbles, having apparently finished doing some sort of work. His head is tilted up—he hasn't yet looked at Vash's new... getup. Until...

"Some idiots really wanna test if I'll actually knock 'em senseless, even if I say I'm a man of God or whatever," Wolfwood rolls his eyes, then brings his attention to his dolled up boyfriend, "Newsflash assholes—!"

The undertaker immediately stops short, letting his eyes wander from cute black shoes to ruffled fringes and the cute little bow around his neck. And he's wearing his hair down? Oh. Oh no.

"Uh," he blinks, his eyes wide with brimming curiosity, "What... what's um... uh... did you... do... do you...?"

Wolfwood shakes his head and slaps his own cheeks, trying to snap out of it. He winces, having just slapped his bruised face.

"(Ow—) Did you pick up a... maid job? They let you just... keep the uniform? Y-you look... nice... um... I should probably get cleaned up before I get too comfortable," he scoffs, attempting to blow all of this over as a joke, "Unless that's your job now, as a... maid... and all that."

...It's an attempt at a joke. He has no idea what his boyfriend has gotten himself into, but he's definitely interested. Vash would be able to tell by the way his fingers dig into his thigh with a tense grip.

"I'm, uh, joking. By the way. May I request a kiss before I take care of all this on my lonesome?

@forgivenpunishment (mothwood, god help him)

M!A: 24 Hour Service

The undertaker coming in battered and bruised like that makes it pretty easy for the Plant to forget his current predicament, barely having enough time to balk at the sight of him before he's plopped himself down and getting into a bit of a tangent. Vash doesn't even notice the click of his heels as he takes a step closer, surveying the damage to Wolfwood's face and clothes...

He's unsure if the blood is Wolfwood's or not, but judging by the rest of him, it probably isn't-- the blond imagines the other person (people? please don't tell him it was actually a group) must look like mince meat compared to him. Who did this? Was it a planned attack or something spontaneous? Wolfwood doesn't seem that concerned, just pissed, so it's more likely the latter... still...

...

... his face is drawn and serious, concerned, as the other looks up and notices. And for a split second Vash actually wonders why he's got a funny look on his face all of a sudden... until he remembers that there's a very good reason for a look like that. A rosy red flush quickly makes it way to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and dusts just a hint of color over the bridge of his nose for good measure.

"H-hey, easy now...!" Vash visibly winces when Wolfwood slaps his own face right over the fresh bruise. Jeez... super healing or not, that sure looks like it stings... there's gotta be something he can grab for him, right? He might still have an ice pack in the scraps of his med kit, and he's just about to turn on his heel to go looking through his things when--

"... of course."

--the string of words catches him off guard, and he stops. Vash stops and turns right back around to face the other, the request taking priority. It's such a simple request, too; all he has to do is be mindful of the bruise as he leans down and cups the other side of Wolfwood's face, catching his upper lip in a kiss. Sweet, chaste, even as his hand slips further down, to the side of his neck--

Then reality kicks right back in. That, um... th-that must be the other stipulation to the get-up, the... the obeying commands part--

"You... sh-should let me help." he says quickly, pulling back a bit and acting like that didn't just happen. Right, he was-- ice pack, he was going to look for an ice pack and he will swiftly get back to that-- "you'd do the same for me, yeah? Costume or not. S-so just, um-- sit tight, just for a second--"

[koushirouizumi]

{D I G I M O N} 02 ~ @.M.V. x “Kocchi wo Muite” {“Look This Way”} M U S I C © C.L.A.M.P / K O D A N S H A (Originally from: C a r d c a p t o r S a k u r a) + DAIHIKA

Summary:

“Although you show C O U R A G E, YOU’VE{?} got it B A C K W A R D S A {m a i d e n}’s H E A R T is {f r a g i l e} and T R Y I N G…”

“Throughout all of the {xxxx} WE’RE I N V I N C I B L E”–

D i g i m o n 02 © T O E I @.M.V. by Me No $$$ is being made off this Fan-work

Notes: - The 1st minute took about 45 min; 2nd part took about just over 2hr’s; This 3rd part took about 35~ min, Altogether, it's already taken 3+ hr's. - Aiming for an 08-02 finish, but let’s see what happens…!! - This @.M.V. is overall a Stand-alone work. (It is not directly involved with my other work); However, it can be considered a work For the storyline that’s a precursor to Repeat-verse, which came before that story was conceived!) Therefore, it can be watched as a Stand-alone! - I reused a part of an older edit for the Tri P.V.; (for timing placements) it had an old subtitle on, but I’ll remove that for the finished version! (There is also a moment of R.O.D!Taichi for Timing) {If it works for full out-line, I might keep it in, as it works for my fan-‘verse} However, the work is overall/near-wholly 02-focused (so far)! - There is a small amount of out-of-context scenes, However, they’re all meant to overall parallel the lyric on-screen.

{I have not yet re-written the DaixHika storyline involved with the past fic-verse of mine; So please take this work as a sort of preview to it!}

(Further lyric{s} under ‘read more’!)

“Turn this way, don't look anywhere else, darling It'd be bad if you weren't completely by MY side… Although you show courage, you've got it backwards A maiden's heart is fragile and trying—”

If we get separated by any distance I’ll come after you

(J.P.N): {Verse #1} Kocchi wo muite yo So mi shinaide Daarin Chanto watashi no soba ni inakucha dame da yo Tsuyogari datte uragaeshi Otome-gokoro kyun to setsunai…

Donna ni tookute hanarete 'te mo  Oikakete 'ku wa— I'm like a jasmine flower, right? You want to turn towards my strong fragrance I love you more than anyone So look at only me, okay?

{Verse #2} If it’s for love, you’ll get stronger, darling So it’s true, I’ll always be your cute kid Although there are some bad feelings in life No one will ever give up on a maiden’s heart

Throughout all of the pain We’re invincible

I’m clumsy around you Protect only ME A magical love ONLY for US We should KEEP THAT our S E {C R E T}— Jasumin no hana no you ni ne Tsuyoku kaotte furimukasetai Dare yori mo anata ga suki Watashi dake mitsumete ite ne?

Koi no tame nara tsuyoku nareru no Daarin Honto wa zutto kawaii ko de itai kedo Yakimochi datte maji da kara Otome-gokoro dare ni mo makenai

Donna ni tsurai koto ga atte mo Futari wa muteki

Bukiyou na anata no koto Mamoreru no wa watashi dake da yo Koi no mahou futari ni dake Wakariaeru HI{MITSU na n’ da yo}–

NOTE: The speaker may be speaking as if theyre NOT BEING CONSISTENT with their {FEELINGs}.

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[holydramon]

i was stuck on what to do with ryo in the yaoyd-verse and while I still need to like. find and read translations of the wonderswan games and probably rewatch the tamers episodes with him I currently am thinking of making him another Chosen that was “blessed by the Homeostasis”. Which is what I am calling whatever is up with Hikari and Maki.