DREAMSTUCK UPD8!!! Aimsey's closer to entering the game, Tubbo finally speaks to his ectobiological guardian for the first time, and Ranboo is starting to fly off the handle a little bit. :3
Pac steps onto the sand. The sound of stone against diamond falters before it continues, just long enough for Pac to know he’s been heard. He stops a few metres away. Best to keep his distance.
“Cell,” he says, then catches himself and adds “bit” on the end just a millisecond later, but clearly the pause was long enough to be noticed, if the hair standing up on Cell’s tail indicates anything.
Cellbit continues sharpening his sword. “Pac.” His voice is cold.
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Pac finds Cellbit alone for the first time since prison. They talk. They both learn some things.
Pac steps onto the sand. The sound of stone against diamond falters before it continues, just long enough for Pac to know he’s been heard. He stops a few metres away. Best to keep his distance.
“Cell,” he says, then catches himself and adds “bit” on the end just a millisecond later, but clearly the pause was long enough to be noticed, if the hair standing up on Cell’s tail indicates anything.
Cellbit continues sharpening his sword. “Pac.” His voice is cold.
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Pac finds Cellbit alone for the first time since prison. They talk. They both learn some things.
General Tags: Reincarnation AU, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Major Character Undeath
Summary: Vash’s heart skips a beat, or two, or three. Perhaps it stopped altogether. It might as well, and pull him straight from the living world into Hell or Heaven or whatever afterlife there is for a man like him, because he’s looking at the face of a dead man.
The sunlight from the broken windows shines across the priest’s face, highlighting the arch of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the stubble on his jaw, the warm dark skin under jet black hair. He wears a smile, that damned smile, the one that was shared with Vash so rarely yet burned itself into his retinas regardless, where it quirks up at one side and crinkles at the edges of his eyes. His robe is undone, revealing a simple grey button up shirt beneath, done up to only halfway up his chest. A rosary hangs below his collarbones.
The priest steps down from the altar, hesitant. “Hey, are you good? You look like you’re gonna hurl.”
Chapters 1/3, word count 6,522, will update daily until it's done!
Summary: He may not believe in a God or heaven, but he prays to anything that might be listening that Nicholas D. Wolfwood goes to a good place.
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Wolfwood dies. Things are left unsaid. It's for the better. It hurts more than it has any right to. (Specifically based off of Wolfwood's manga death scene.)
Summary: If you find yourself in Utah, travelling through the desert, and you suddenly run out of fuel, you may come across a gas station.
And if you pull up to the only pump, a man will leave the building, in an old orange jacket with navy blue sleeves, a friendly smile on his face and a white streak in his brown hair. He will speak to you, then, and his accent will be distinctly British.