Someone: Sherlock Holmes Is A Machine, Haven’t You Read The Books—

The reason I’m alive today is because you taught me how to survive. I’m grateful for that. Maybe I could have lived a life where I inherited the organization. But spending time away from you showed me many more things. An annoying mother hen of a roommate. The taste of cheap Hamburg steak. The warmth that comes sleeping three to a bed. Taking care of a sick child. How to make French toast. An unexpected surprise party. A gold medal from a field day. The view from the top of a Ferris wheel. There were so many things out there that I could hold dear.

Vino y sangre

La música suena. Los invitados bailan. Los hombres ríen y las mujeres cantan. Se escucha un disparo, la sangre corre, las mujeres gritan, los hombres luchan. El enemigo ha llegado, con pistolas, bombas y sed de sangre. El palacio ahora está cubierto de sangre y vino, el bello color azul de las cortinas ahora esta manchado por un hermoso carmesí. El enemigo se ríe, sabe que todo se ha acabado, sabe que acabo la guerra y que él es el ganador. Ya no hay nadie que luche, nadie que le recrimine por la sangre en el suelo, ya no hay nada.

La chica llora, sabe que la encontraran, sabe que el enemigo está cerca y que pronto deberá luchar. Pero también sabe que no podrá hacer nada. Reza por su hermano y por su padre. No le importa el hecho de que no va a ganar cuando luche, mientras sea tiempo suficiente para que su familia escape. Agarra el cuchillo con fuerza y se pone de pie. El enemigo ha llegado. Y el momento de luchar también.

help him

once upon a time, there was a player

(content warning: blood)

Sewed Up Heart

[ID: A Trigun comic done in grayscale with red accents. First, an anatomical heart gushes blood, forming a puddle which shifts into Vash's coat. Vash's gloved hands can be seen sewing up a tear at the hem.

Vash raises his hands, which are now bare and covered in blood. He looks sweaty and distressed, and he raises his coat to his face and cries into it. His clenched hands rip the sewed portion apart, and the red thread leads to a heart whose own stitches are tearing apart. The background gets darker and darker, and the red looks brighter and starker against it.

Then the background returns to white, and brown-skinned hands using embroidery scissors snip a red thread. Wolfwood holds up Vash's repaired coat, grinning proudly, and does a happy thumbs-up in Vash's direction. Vash lifts his head, seeming distant.

Wolfwood holds out the coat. As Vash puts out his hand to take it, the cloth is replaced so Wolfwood is dropping a sewed-up heart in Vash's hand. Vash rubs the coat against his face with a teary smile. End ID] ID CREDITS

I really want to see Possessed Philza because

A) Eggza would be absolutely fucking terrifying. Bad and Ant are scary on a surface level because they want to infect people, but they’re really just a couple of chaos gremlins. Phil? Oh Phil is war hardened, Phil is a tactician. The server wouldn’t last a fucking week.

B) Can you fucking imagine how Techno would react? Phil means the absolute world to him, just picture the angst of Techno confronting a possessed Philza and potentially having to fight his best friend/father. He’d turn the server upside down to find a cure

compilation

lusan and the crane wives???

Little things

All those little thing that you don’t care about are the whole word to me

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid