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Once again, not following his words, Nicky invites Andrew to give Neil flowers, otherwise “you seem to be dating, but don’t give flowers” the next day the guys had to look for a vase.
— What are your favorite flowers?🌹
I discovered that my Mikan's post-canon design was created almost two years ago. I'm trying to… accept this fact.
vincent being afraid of doctors as an adult without really understanding why.
vincent feels the physical symptoms of anxiety, with unrationalised fear of the doctor that caused him to practically attack his doctor, who was then saved by a very concerned reeve.
they have to take him to cloud's doctor, who specializes in ex-SOLDIER care, in that his office looks unlike the labs in all ways possible. no coats, no mako tanks, and ecstatic consent with every action. cloud mostly only goes for emergencies, or when tifa and marlene bully him into it, but cid and reeve grew up on yearly doctor's visits. besides the fact that vincent has a more "dangerous job", the two of them worry about vincent's mysterious medical history.
eventually vincent puts it together that he's equating nibelheim's basement to doctor's offices, lucrecia's prodding to blood tests. cid and reeve insist they come with, and vincent doesn't need to come along to theirs.
My personal favorite hc of mine is that sqq has a hard time falling asleep without lbh (he stresses about his husband's well-being/Binghe’s anxiety has rubbed off on him). This leads him to sometimes fall asleep in odd places.
Imagine Binghe finishes up what ever work he had to do earlier than expected and decides to surprise Shen Qingqiu. He shows up at Qing Jing Peak, exciting to see his husband.
He can't find him. Why? Sqq fell asleep against a tree while on a walk. Now, of course, like any reasonable person, Binghe freaks out.
So, eventually Sqq come back to an overturned peak and his husband looking like this:
After Ben's death Rey becomes a workaholic. She throws herself fully at her work to avoid greiving and feeling the half of herself missing. She knows hes gone, but doesn't want to face the fact fully. It all boils over years later when someone approches needing directions to get around the newly rebuilt republic. he looks so similar to ben that she finds herself feeling sad and looking at him for to long. Her fortress she built around herself to protect against reality crumbles a little revealing the hole in her heart. Her need for him is still there, she wants to act like its not but can't help it. She needs him to be standing in front of her she needs to feel the comfort and the sense of home she felt on Exegol before it was ripped away without warning. But the stranger isn't ben, he isn't here she starts to feel the coldness again and lonelyness that ate away at her for years before he appeared.
Just a dumb post Canon Pacifica doodle..
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Tho’ Much Is Taken, Much Abides
New beginnings need new rules.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - That Untravell’d World
A mental exercise to purge concern.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - The Thunder and the Sunshine
How to cross a burnt bridge.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - There Gloom the Dark, Broad Seas
When yelling on the scaffold, choose your words with extra care.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Seek a Newer World
You well would you hide if you didn't expect to be sought?
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - A Bringer of New Things
People from your past don't always stay there.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Always Roaming with a Hungry Heart
The most bitter tears are those that none can see.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Made Weak by Time and Fate
Some things cannot be forgiven.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - The Long Day Wanes
Some nights are very long, and not for good reasons.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Subdue Them to the Useful and the Good
Finding a traitor for beginners.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - That Which We Are, We Are
Some things, once lost, are hard to recover.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Make Mild a Rugged People
The night will keep your secrets when you lay your heart bare.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Men That Strove with Gods
How unpredictable do you like your friends, and why is the answer, 'Yes'?
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - I Am a Part of All That I Have Met
How wary should one be of a stranger offering passage on their ship?
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - By This Still Hearth
Sometimes you have to settle down for a bit in order to proceed.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Offices Of Tenderness
... And sometimes the answers are the people we left behind.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Unequal Laws Unto a Savage Race
Sometimes, the biggest questions have to wait.
Dye Their Flowers With My Blood
A solar eclipse, a curse, and the age-old question: Why are we here? Having died twice already adds a certain urgency to that one.
(I have reached the half-way mark in my YOI project, and I needed a moment to collect myself. This one has been a long time coming.)
bojack and mr peanutbutter after the end of the show:
Post Canon Cottage AU for the soul
Gonna draw out my version of post canon Vik soon and finish all the other wips I got
Just roll with me on this okay:
Post-Canon Cottage Jayvik - Shopping in their new town
Viktor and Jayce had passed by many stalls in this small market. They had already collected their groceries for the day and were now just perusing around one more time before they headed back home. As they walked by one after the other, there was a table displaying a variety of tools and hammers gleaming against the sunlight, catching the eye of the former forger. Jayce lingered at the table a little longer, slowing his pace and seeing each one with different designs on their handles and heads. He could feel the excitement bubbling up inside him in seeing all the equipment, tools that he was used to working with back in Piltover and he couldn’t help but feel a big sense of remembrance, like an artist finding new paintbrushes.
Jayce looked over at Viktor who was looking around at the neighboring stall, and cleared his throat to get his attention.
Hearing the other, Viktor would turn his head towards him just as he was inspecting a blue ceramic bowl. He’d raise an eyebrow and nod in acknowledgment to the other.
Jayce motioned his head towards the display, “Do you think we can buy one?” He’d ask.
Viktor looked down at the table seeing the multiple sets of tools that Jayce hoped to purchase, he couldn’t help himself from making a soft scoff in amusement. To him, it was like seeing a child ask for a shiny new toy. “Are you asking for my permission?” Viktor grinned with a sense of endearment and playfulness at the way Jayce tried to hide the excitement over the items.
Jayce felt his face go red from the way Viktor phrased that, he’d awkwardly scratch the back of his neck and tried his best to look neutral.
“No… I’m not asking for permission I’m just… asking for your opinion on getting one….”
Viktor kept his grin and turned his head back to the ceramic bowl he was holding, running his fingers over the inner surface “Pick a set you like.”
Seeing Viktor’s small smile and hearing his words made his heart skip a bit... it took him a few moments as he tried to focus on the choice of set he wanted to take home.