Imagine going to an art museum with Jumin.
Slowly observing the works of art, hand in hand. Kissing under the large portraits and posing with the statues.
It's sweet and allows him to realize just how truly in love with you he is.
"I think you're a work of art," he murmurs into your hair later that evening when you are asleep.
Somewhere in your dream world, you hear him and smile.
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Black Coffee & Donuts ☕ 🍩
~A Trigun fan comic~
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[ID: PAGE 1
Panel 1: Wolfwood and Vash sit at a bar counter just as they’re finishing breakfast. Wolfwood annoyed, is hunched over grasping his coffee mug as he pushes Vash’s face away, who is playfully waving a chocolate sprinkle around. Dialogue: Vash: “Try a donut? Come on, they have sprinkles on the today!” Wolfwood: “Forget it, Spikey!”
Panel 2: Close-up of Vash’s hands breaking the donut into a smaller piece, crumbs flying in the air.
PAGE 2:
Panel 1: Vash, drawn in chibi style, reaches over and gently places the donut piece on Wolfwood’s empty plate, utensils resting on the side. Wolfwood, holding his hot black coffee, looks over his glasses annoyed. Dialogue: Vash: “Just a piece?”
Panel 2: Close-up of Vash with pleading eyes and an innocent smile asking “Do it for me?”
Panel 3: Dialogue: Wolfwood: “Okay, but only if you try black coffee.” Vash: “You got yourself a deal!” Wolfwood and Vash toast their coffee mugs in agreement.
PAGE 3
Panel 1: Wolfwood, eyes closed, begrudgingly puts the donut piece in his mouth and eats it. Dialogue: I don’t get what’s so great about this.
Panel 2: Wolfwood looks over to Vash, who is cartoonishly dumping the entire cup of hot coffee in his mouth. He snaps at him “What are you doing?!”
Panel 3: Vash yells, “HOT HOT HOT!!!” Steam rises out of his mouth, and tears stream down his face as he waves his mouth with both hands in an attempt to cool it down. Wolfwood shouts, “You idiot! You’re not supposed to drink it all at once.”
Panel 4: Wolfwood calms down, now concerned if Vash burned himself, and asks “Are you okay?” Vash leans over and chugs a pitcher of water and answers “Mm-mm.” (Which is uh-huh mumbled.)
PAGE 4:
Panel 1: Close-up of Wolfwood’s lower face, as he takes off his glasses, no longer concealing part of himself. “Sorry, I should have warned you.”
Panel 2: Wolfwood looks down remorsefully and cradles his coffee mug with both hands. “You need to respect it. Nurse it slowly, let it cool down. Savor the bitter taste.”
Panel 3: Close-up of Wolfwood’s eye in surprise. “It sounds just like you,” Vash observes.
PAGE 5:
Panel 1: Wolfwood lights up and laughs, “Ha it sure is!”
Panel 2: Vash lightly blushes and smiles softly looking at Wolfwood’s contagious grin. He got him to smile, a win.
PAGE 6:
Panel 1: A view from behind, we see Vash and Wolfwood from the back as they continue their banter. Vash sits like a gay, legs everywhere, and Wolfwood straight like a proper Catholic boy. Vash asks “How’s the donut?” Wolfwood responds, “It’s sickeningly sweet…actually it reminds me of you.” Vash blushes, “Aw, Wolfwood! You called me sweet~” Wolfwood denies it, “N-no I didn’t…!” Kuroneko, a black cat, sleeps at the foot of Wolfwood’s bar stool. End ID.]
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it’s just.... really good to be home @proveagain
her features softened he spoke , looking him over as she stayed quiet . it was clear that miguel’s trip to mexico had taken a toll on him , but she didn’t know how to ask him about it she had no idea what to DO . she was having her own identity crisis , but right now in that moment , miguel was much more important .
she struggled to unclench her hands at her sides . god , if she ever met miguel’s father she wasn’t sure WHAT she’d do , but it wouldn’t be pretty .
slowly , she closed the distance between them , her small hands gently grabbing his larger ones . “ i’m glad you’re home , ” she said softly , craning her neck to look up at him . “ whatever you wanna do , we’ll do it . we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to . ”
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Listen, we know Bruce was traumatized by his parents’ death but I hold that even before they were killed Bruce Wayne was a little weirdo. Like his paranoia and difficulty with emotion and attachment are from that terrible night. But I imagine 8 year old Brucie was OCD as hell and painstakingly arranging and rearranging his things to his satisfaction. He was meticulous, even as a child, very detail oriented. Highly intelligent, showing a boundless curiosity and determination to understand everything from a young age. I bet he was hell to enforce bedtimes on, always to do much to do and too little hours in the day.
Bruce was that kid who dragged bugs in the house for study, pulled down all the books on one shelf so could arrange them in height order, skittered around the house’s many passages like a little rat. He was the kid who was happy and cheerful but a bit awkward from growing up a Wayne, he would much rather squirrel away somewhere with a book considered too old for him than talk with people he didn’t know. He loved the macabre in the way weird little kids too, he wanted to see Zorro for the action and the violent fight scenes. Thomas and Martha Wayne had to listen to their precocious son ask them time and again how they thought they would die and listen to his speculations.
I want the Justice League to have to go back in time for whatever reason and they expect Bruce to be a delightful, happy, normal child. Instead, they find a kid with a lovingly worn Sherlock Holmes omnibus under one arm, an entire bag of raisins in the other, dark circles under his eyes from late nights reading and he’s covered in dust and debris from getting stuck behind the drywall again.
“You’re not mom and dad’s friends,” he’d say in a petulant voice with a familiar set of his mouth. “I’m gonna call my butler and he’s going to kick your butt.” And the whole League loses their mind because Bruce really has always been Bruce.
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I love the sense of community on the QSMP. It’s like—
Everyone is so intrinsically connected to one another. Despite the language and cultural differences, there’s a sense of belonging. When there’s events, everyone’s invited, no matter how big or small. Festa Junina? Weddings? Birthdays? Games? People will be there, people that care, and everyone is welcome.
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 💌
The writing beans are slowly returning and so here's a snippet from a fic under the working title buck loves tommy, which I wrote a loose 2k for so far and is about halfway drafted.
Buck was leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter, watching as Tommy rinsed their dishes — something that he insisted on doing, since Buck made dinner for them and though he tried to tell him to leave it, apparently when it came to Tommy, Buck just couldn’t quite say no.
So now here he was, sipping on his beer and staring at Tommy’s shiny wet forearms where his sleeves were rolled up and watched as the old scars running around them shifted ever so slightly with every flex of his muscles. It was a good look on him (to be fair, every look was a good look on him, in Buck’s opinion).
And Buck was trying his best to listen to what Tommy was talking about, he was, but he felt preoccupied as of late; his mind was filled with this low murmur that was only getting louder and louder when Tommy was around.
He hasn’t felt like this in years, the last time… well, the last time was the first time, actually. He was in a handful of relationships since Abby, but nothing felt quite as strong — and Buck thought it was probably the charm of the firsts or his clinginess being amplified by being left behind, but the elation of just being close to someone, to just be able to hear their voice and look at their smile; they were all coming back to him now that he was with Tommy.
✨I have been tagged by and am tagging the ever so lovely @tommykinards @spagheddiediaz @goforkinard @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @bidisasterevankinard @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @actualalligator @bucksbignaturals @thewolvesof1998 mwuahhh 💛
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