meryl and her babygirls🫶
[ID: two Trigun comics, separated by a dashed line. They're both done in uncolored lineart.
In the first one, Meryl is wearing a sports bra with a low cut sleeveless hoodie and Wolfwood's sunglasses. She holds a basketball in one hand and points at Vash and Wolfwood with the other. She calls out, "This one's for my babygirls!" Vash and Wolfwood, who are sitting on the bleachers, look back at her. Wolfwood quietly says "b-babygirl?!" and Vash laughs fondly. Then Meryl is shown next to a basketball hoop, sitting on Milly's shoulders and throwing the ball into the net. When she makes it in Milly does a thumbs up and says, "nice!" There's a bubble showing the bleachers where Vash is clapping and Wolfwood is lighting a cigarette.
The second comic is just Meryl and Wolfwood. He approaches her as she's drinking some water and says, "Hey shortie. If you're done with them, mind givin' 'em back?" Meryl lowers his sunglasses on her face in order to smugly grin at him over the top of the shades. She says, "Oh! These? But don't they make me look pretty cool, lover boy?" Wolfwood looks at her for a second, frowning, confused, and flustered, before snatching them from her and yelling, "Pretty dumb, that's what you are!" Meryl laughs loudly at his heavily blushing face. /end ID]
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hello kuya nu carnival tumblr! today i bring to you my compiled screenshots of every kuya's homescreen dialogue with their expressions! (up to date as of 2023 March!) mainly wanted side by side screenshots to compare!! (SR/R/N have the same expressions, so I excluded the R and N kuyas)
under a cut cause it's a little long! but i just find it so fascinating how Different his expressions are now as compared to his SR and his standard SSR (Fallen Leaves)!! there is so much to comment on but actually i would be interested to see if anyone else has thoughts about this comparison. i personally am fascinated especially much by the gentle chronological rotation from his left eye being front-facing to his right eye being front-facing (with the exception of his SR, which is looking basically straight ahead).
[1 of 7] "Me? Cause trouble? ... Heh, a 'wicked spirit' such as myself has a duty to terrorize the Grand Sorcerer, wouldn't you agree?"
[2 of 7] "... No illusion can avoid my detection. Hmph... just what kind of trickery do these 'playing cards' hold..."
[3 of 7] "Oh my... you want to enter my special mist? If I discover you committing obscenities in there... You better be prepared for the consequences."
[4 of 7] "I don't see being a clan member as my duty, but rather... a fun little game to stave off boredom."
[5 of 7] "My fox ears? They're not for your eyes."
[6 of 7] "Oh? Flirting with everyone you meet? Are you ready for your punishment?"
[7 of 7] "Hmph... if you want to touch, then go ahead. No need to be shy."
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the toh kids, ranked by how likely they are to just straightup bite someone, because the idea seemed very funny to me:
6: vee noceda. she would never bite somebody. like maybe in self defense if no other option were available, but she wouldn't like it one bit. she is precious and must be protected at all costs.
5: willow park. not bc like ~oh she's too nice~ bc nah, she's way more mischievous than the fandom makes her out to be. it's just that biting in particular doesnt seem like her MO. if seriously provoked or in self-defense, she seems more likely to use magic, kick, or punch. if play-fighting, she seems more like the tackling, headlocks, and noogies type.
4: hunter [insert last name(s) here]. (the 2-3-4 spots are all really close, btw). he is a little shit. he is absolutely not above biting someone in any context. it's not his go-to move but he'd absolutely go for it if the situation called for it. he licked luz's hand before, he's not immune to chomping someone's arm
3: amity blight. okay, she was VERY hard to place. i've been switching between 2, 3, and 4 for her. hear me out. she *probably* wouldn't bite for fun, BUT she would absolutely bite at even the slightest provocation. she's a little less likely to do so now than she was back in s1, but she's still pretty likely to bite. i feel it in my heart. also, youngest sibling. the girl bites for sure.
2: luz noceda. darius was correct in his assessment of her when the first thing he said to her was "promise not to bite anyone", cuz this kid DOES bite. she is very chaotic. she has no reservations about tackling people for fun. she's moderately likely bite for any reason: in self defense, when provoked, for fun, etc., so she's a pretty well-rounded contender.
1: gus porter. oh this boy ABSOLUTELY bites. we've seen this boy tear things up with his teeth onscreen. gus would not only bite in self defense; gus would bite someone for FUN, completely out of nowhere and unprovoked.
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🍸 + not a question, but rather please take an equally drunk patrick stumbling over to his dear friend to ask him to hold something for him....it's patrick's hand. that and patrick will also be kissing his dear friend on the cheek once they're holding hands 😊
@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.
♔ ———–
Once again he’s sitting on the floor, his back pressed to the couch and his hand still holding the neck of a half-empty bottle of Soju. It almost feels like déjà vu, akin to that day where he was sitting right on this spot, waiting for Patrick to come back from the bathroom. The difference is that this time, his dear friend is not the only one drenched in tipsiness but he, too, is drunk to the point of feeling a bit of dizziness swirling in his head.
How did he manage to get like this? Well, the conversation kept flowing and he never noticed the drinks continued to be poured down the glass until part of his speech became a little slurred. Then again, not noticing has become something common when it comes to spending time with his best friend --- Hyuk forgets everything else but the fact that Patrick is there, with him. Why would he focus in the quantity of distilled spirit, when he rather remember the number of times Patrick laughed?
So now he’s here, under the roof of a familiar place, away from the table and stuck to the ground. His eyes close for a second, free hand pressed to his forehead as something similar to a grumble escapes his alcohol-stained lips. One eye opens when he starts to hear the sound of something hitting another something, head tilting to find Patrick clumsily walking and a bag with art supplies (that Hyuk bought recently) toppling over. He thinks he hears his dear friend apologizing (though he doesn’t know if the apology is aimed toward him or the bag); palm moving to be waved in dismissal.
“Leave it there, I’ll....I’ll pick--pick it up ‘morrow.”
Even in this hazy state, he doesn’t want Patrick to make any unnecessary efforts. Besides, what if he tries to pick up the brushes which rolled out of the bag and ends up hitting his head against something? No, no; it’s best like this.
“It’s fine. Could...you...come sit down, here, here---”
And he pats the space next to him; leaving the bottle of Soju somewhere away from his grasp so both of his hands can lazily land on his lap. Seconds later and he’s hearing more stumbling; torpid sight following Patrick’s silhouette making it to where he is. The signs of his dear friend being inebriated are present: red-flushed cheeks, rolled up sleeves; dopey (but vastly endearing) grin...and words that Hyuk can’t fully understand at first, but that must be because the detective is also under the influence.
“What? Y’want me...to hold somethin’?”
He repeats in the shape of a question, Patrick’s sluggish nod confirming Hyuk’s ears didn’t fully fail him. The detective’s hand stretches out, palm up and ready to receive anything his best friend wants him to hold. He doesn’t even hesitate, just accepts his request without even asking him what, exactly, wishes for him to temporarily have.
A plop is heard and the warmth of his friend is felt, meaning that he’s finally sitting nearby. Soon enough, weight is added to Hyuk’s waiting hand; head turning to see what it is. He blinks and frowns. That’s...Patrick’s hand, and he doesn’t feel an item or anything between their hands now clasped together.
Wait.
Wait.
It takes him longer to connect the dots when drunk.
Curse him for being a lightweight.
“This is what y’wanted me to ‘old?”
And he lifts their intertwined hands --- funnily enough, Hyuk doesn’t let go. Not even for a second. A vague nod comes from his friend, along with the sudden planting of a kiss on Hyuk’s cheek. It’s not long enough before pink begins to bloom on his skin, along with a muzzy smile. Does this mean...Patrick is also prone to flirt when drunk? That’s something Hyuk didn’t know about...not like this, at least; a brand new door unlocked due to the stages they’re moving through.
Because, at this point, it’d be insanely silly to say they’re just friends, right?
They can deny it all they want, but their hearts would challenge them, wouldn’t they?
Hyuk’s smile widens. He likes this. Likes that he’s getting to know more about another side of Patrick, likes that these lines and actions are aimed to him; likes that he gets to have this moment with his best friend --- likes him, Patrick, more than words can express.
“Okay. I’m taking good care of it.”
He tells Patrick, looking at him and that kind face which tends to send odd sensations (they’re called butterflies, but he’s too rusty to recognize that) to his stomach.
Eyes dance over dear friend’s features; drunken stupor adding a boldness to let his sight freeze on the shape of his best friend’s lips. There they are again, the thoughts, the what if’s, the undisclosed wishes. But instead of letting them win whilst drunk, Hyuk ends up allowing his head to fall on Patrick’s shoulder; temple comfortably pressed there.
His thumb, it begins to draw soft circles on Patrick’s hand; eyes dropping to catch the view of their hands holding each other. It does feel like déjà vu.
Except, except.
There is no thoughts of ‘I should let go’.
No, in fact, he squeezes his dear friend’s hand.
In fact, he decides to twist their arms a little so Patrick’s fist is facing him.
And when this happens, he brings the professor’s knuckles to his lips and kisses them.
Presses a hearty kiss there, between bones.
“I’m taking good care of it.”
He repeats, his eyes slowly closing; sleepiness somehow kicking in. It’s this peace, he knows. The peace he feels when Patrick’s near --- he’s the one who calms his raging waters; the sea that constantly threatens to lift high waves.
“Good care...of...you. I promise.”
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