#otherworldliness... but he more or less is like ok this guys a freak but whatever. needle noggin is needle nogging after the

[ruporas]

comfort

[ID START: Illustration of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun: Maximum. Wolfwood is holding Vash’s head to his chest, his right hand resting gently over his ears and his left hand againtst Vash’s nape. Wolfwood looks at him melancholically as he soothes him. Vash’s eyes are shut, small tears at the corner of his eyes, asleep, and his right hand is holding onto Wolfwood’s arm. Feathered and plant wings are growing out of him, enveloping the both of them like a cocoon, leaving enough space for their heads and arms. The feathered plant wings takes up most of the canvas, colored in dark and muted blues. END]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #it is crazy that like. we've seen wolfwood be so God damn afraid and fearful in the most humane way possible towards vash and his #otherworldliness... but he more or less is like ok this guys a freak but whatever. needle noggin is needle nogging after the #remembrance of july arc. also the fact he can hold a gun to the back of vash's head and not tremor in fear #vs how he held a gun to knives and already felt like he was dead. #i can't word it properly but just the manner in how wolfwood gets used to the parts of vash that used to make him view him as someone #completely different and shaping that into someone he now understands on a deep level. #he loves him so much #ruporas art

[cjxkpopxwriting]

Red Strings - Seokjin: Chapter One

Seokjin stumbled off of the stage in wonder, everything that he’d previously seen in black and white now brilliant colors and even different shades. His hair looked so different, and he admired the hue the colorist had called lilac with awe. Namjoon stood beside him, panting, and offered him a bottle. “You ok? You looked like you’d seen a ghost out there.”

Jin turned his attention to his band mate and laughed. “Holy shit. Look at your hair!” Namjoon froze at the statement, and gripped Jin tightly on both arms. “Oh my god, are you saying you found them?” This gave Jin pause. Your face suddenly flooded his mind, and he was covered in goosebumps, a full spine tingle making him gasp. “I did! She was sitting right at the end of the walkway. Joon, I found them.”

The excitement lured the other boys closer, and suddenly they were full of chatter. “So what color does my hair look like? I mean I know it’s supposed to be multicolored... kind of.” Jimin asked and Jin nodded excitedly. “I don’t even know how to describe all these colors. They’re so beautiful. I wish you could see them. Oh wow.” He admired a juice bottle, which he recognized as red immediately, and yelled, looking for his own red string. It was gone. “This is for real. Let me get security. They need to get her.”

Beyond the stage and screaming fans, you were still trying to catch your breath. Your friend was fussing over you dramatically, making sure you took at least three more drinks of water before she decided you were ok. “What the hell happened?! One second you’re up and shaking it with me and the next you’re in the seat and you look like your about to die?!” You could only laugh, throwing your arms out in both excitement and exasperation. “I found him!”

Her face went from worried to confused to shocked to plum excited in a matter of seconds, and she screamed. “Oh my god! Y/N, who was it? Where is he?” You simply laughed, tilting your head to toy with your hair. “Kim Seokjin? I’m pretty sure he’s back stage. He looked at me... so I don’t know if he’s figured it out or not...” Oh no.

No, this wouldn’t work.

How would this work?! Seokjin deserves a model! Someone of otherworldly beauty like him. You were just... you. The hollow feeling replacing the hot excitement in your belly made you slump back in your seat and you sighed. “What if he doesn’t want me?” Your friend immediately hugged you. “No. No way. He’s going to love you. It’s meant to be right?! Red strings and all!” You nod, suddenly missing the familiar red string around your wrist.

Before you could put more thought into it, a large security guard was standing beside you. “Miss... can you tell me what color this is?” He he to be sure it was you that fit the description, and when you pouted and answered “red” he grabbed your arm. “Come with me miss.” Your gave a panicked look to your friend as he toted you through the crowd. “Mr. Kim requested meeting you, Miss...?” Laughing, you mumble your first name as he leads you into a hidden door, through more burly looking security, and into a dimly lit hall.

Holy shit. Seokjin has asked for you. Hearing another set of music start, you hated the fact that you were missing “Boy with Luv”, but then again this was more important. After another few turns, you were lost, amazed that he knew where he was going in this labyrinth. Finally, he pushed open one more door, and you were presented with a common room of sorts. Food lined tables in an L shaped arrangement against the wall, anything from fruit and veggie trays to pizza, tacos, fried dice, and burgers.

“Good god. How do they eat this and stay in shape?!” The man chuckled as he finally let you go, and you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. It was a bit messy. Brightly colored outfits sat waiting on the rack, and a few stylists were coming and going through a stage door, preparing to change the guys in what you assumed would be a dressing room. “Wow.”

Hearing the screams of their names from this room made you shiver in excitement. “Can you make sure my friend knows I’m ok? She’s probably worried. We came here together:” The man nodded, and said something over a speaker attached to his ear in another language, presumably Korean. The cheers erupted even louder, and you fidgeted nervously. “Should I like sit or...” The man shrugged, clearly amused at your nervousness. “Mr. Kim suggested allowing you to make yourself at home. Food, drink, and the couches.”

“Mr. Kim. This is insane.” Deciding to take a few bites, you had finished stuffing half of a taco into your mouth when excited chatter hit your ears, the door thrown open by the youngest three as they laughed and carried on in animated conversation. They didn’t notice you at first, which you were thankful for since you were quickly trying to swallow what you’d recklessly stuffed into your face. Jungkook instantly lit up, and took off out the door again, screaming garbled Korean, leaving you with Taehyung and Jimin.

You waved sheepishly at them and they both waved back, something akin to amusement on their faces as you finally swallowed, sputtering at the dryness of your throat before you downed a half a bottle of water. The security guard at the door that had escorted you in laughed, and you shot him a glare. “You could’ve warned me.” He shrugged. “And you could’ve eaten less taco.”

At least he had a sense of humor.

The sound of the door opening again tore your attention to it, and in came the elders. Hoseok was upon you like a flood, his arms squeezing you excitedly as he chattered to someone behind him. Looking down, you adjusted your dress and then looked back up, eyes meeting the curious gaze of none other than Kim Seokjin.

Time stopped for another few seconds before he offered you a boyish grin. “So... you’ve been the anchor on the other end?” You blinked rapidly, his English having greatly improved since you’d last checked. Like you knew. Whatever, dummy. “I could say the same about you.” Namjoon chuckled beside him and gently eased Jin towards you with a light push. “I... aish, Namjoon take it easy. I just met her.” Namjoon nodded. “I’m sure she won’t bite. What’s your name?” You said it again, and Jin repeated it, trying to get a feel for saying it.

You liked the way it sounded on his lips.

“I don’t have a lot of time... show must go on!” He reminded as some of the others came in again after changing, admiring the two of you. “But... if you’re staying... I could take you out. I know it’s late. And you’ll probably be tired.” You nodded quickly, and twisted your hands nervously before forcing yourself a few steps forward. He was admiring you, studying your face, memorizing your features, and when he saw the color of your eyes, his breath hitches. “God she’s so beautiful.” He managed, in whispered Korean, and the guys made different sounds of agreement.

A management person stuck their head in to remind them of their set, and he offered his hand. You were still trying not to pass out. Shakily, you took his fingers and he gave you a soft look. “Don’t worry. It’s all ok. Perfect. Just... relax. Enjoy the show.” He gave a glance back to the security guard and he nodded, clearly some silent communication and plan set in place. “I’ll take care of them, boss.” Seokjin winked before he was escorted out to change for the next few sets, and you sank into a couch, breathless.

He was real. This was real. It took a few minutes, the next song starting right up, and suddenly your friend was in the room, looking down at you with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Y/N this is real?! You freaking soul mated with Seokjin!” She did a happy dance, and like you were on autopilot, you allowed her to take your hands. “We’ve got like... a backstage pass. And this guy? He is funny!” The security guard was quickly becoming a hit, and you shook your head. “Yeah, so funny he nearly let me choke on a taco!”

Heading out to the stage side area she’s mentioned about a thousand times in only a minute, you were offered drinks, and peered out on the show. Only an hour ago you’d been one of those smiling faces in the crowd. You had been living the same normal life. And in just moments everything had changed. You had come to the show of your life. You’d met your favorite group of your life.

And you’d found the love of your life.