(distressed bird noises)

*deep breath in*

*deep breath out*

I need him to be playable. Kuro, do you hear me?

This man needs to fucking be playable.

S-SIR? WHY DID YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT? WHAT IS THAT POSE?

STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG OL’ EYES

the church bells rang.

“you look better when you smile.”

the paper confetti fell.

“it was harsh of me to say all your smiles were fake.”

the church was silent.

“i did not want to die this way.”

“don’t say such stupid things.”

Except for Wolf wood.

Everyone else has series specific design.

Vash is totally blond in 98, blond-black in Trimax, and completely redesigned in Tristamp

Meryl has an outfit change between 98/Trimax and Tristamp

Milly gets a haircut and an outfit change between 98 and Trimax

Hell, Roberto doesn’t even show up in anything but Tristamp

BUT WOLFWOOD? WELL THAT’S ANYBODY’S GUESS.

OH, HE HAS A LARGE NOSE? ARTIST INTERPRETATION OF TRISTAMP!

OH, HE’S SHORT? ARTIST HEADCANON OF 98!

OH, HIS TITS ARE NERFED? ARTIST JUST DIDN’T FILL HIM OUT PROPERLY, IT’S STILL TRIMAX!

EVERY RENDITION OF NICHOLAS D. WOOFWOOD IS AN AMALGAMATION OF WHATEVER TRAITS THEY LIKE! IT TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO REALIZE HE DOESN’T EVEN CANONICALLY WEAR A CHOKER. PEOPLE JUST DRAW HIM LIKE THAT.

I know we only got him for 12 episodes, and he’s not even a character in the OG series, but, I don’t know.

I feel like he would’ve taken to Milly really well, even grumpy as he is.

He would have liked her.

don’t think about a baby vash, waking up one night on the ship, screaming and crying hysterically, so unconsolable that even when nai fetches rem for help, she is helpless, only able to hold her son as he wails into chest, one tiny hand gripping the back of her shirt, nai’s pant leg balled up in the other

don’t think about rem asking vash what’s wrong when he finally stops crying, and all he can get out is a ragged, “I have to save him,” before a fresh round of tears well up, and he’s back to sobbing, now with renewed mumbling of, “I can’t save him, I have to, I have to,” with his mother and brother resigning themselves to a night of no sleep, never knowing who he was talking about

don’t think about vash and nai finding tesla, and vash already begging nai not to hate the humans, he can’t do it again, not again, please not this life, let them be happy in this life, let him be happy in this life, Vash can’t lose him again, but he knows his brother won’t listen, he never does, and Vash knows he’s lost the strange man from his dreams again

don’t think about vash and nai in that escape pod, nai reaching his hand out to rem, to his mother, please come with us, but vash already knows she won’t, she’s never done it before, she has to stay to save the man with the smokes, but this time he’s able to choke out a goodbye before the pod closes again

don’t think about vash, dreaming, over the years, of old memories with the black haired man with a face of shadow, carrying a tombstone of metal wrapped in cloth and leather, unknowing of who he is, but understanding that he has to find him, to save him, and slowly, slowly, falling in love with his only other constant over the course of 150 years

now

don’t think about wolfwood, knowing two things for certain throughout his life, one being that he would be the sacrificial lamb to save his family, two being that he loved the strange blond man in his memories, with his silly red coat and yellow sunglasses

don’t think about wolfwood, once forced into the eye of michael and trained ruthlessly, desperately clinging to whatever shreds of sanity he has left, only able to power through because he needs to save his family, he needs to save Livio, he needs to save the love of his life, and wolfwood grows up a little more hopeful

don’t think about wolfwood, brought before knives, face impassive, but mind racing, because this is definitely not his needle noggin, as he taken to calling him over the years, but his new boss looks astoundingly like him, and when he learns of his newest job, nico’s heart nearly rips itself from his chest

don’t think about vash and wolfwood, searching for each other through the desert, vash for a century and a half, wolfwood for a fraction of that, but still knowing they’ll be together soon

don’t think about soon being vash asleep in the back of a car, wolfwood half-dead trudging through the desert

don’t think about vash waking up when meryl hits someone with the trailer, looking out the window, and seeing that cross that haunts his dreams

don’t think about vash leaping from the car before meryl can even process what she did, sprinting towards the man in the sand like a man possessed

don’t think about vash gently cradling the head of the love of his life, unminding of roberto and meryl’s questioning looks

don’t think about vash softly brushing the man’s hair from his face, hand trailing his face

don’t think about vash pressing his forehead against wolfwood’s

don’t think about vash making a promise the others can’t hear

don’t think about wolfwood half-aware of being held

don’t think about wolfwood seeing nothing but red and yellow

don’t think about wolfwood relaxing for the first time in two decades

don’t think about vash promising wolfwood his love

don’t think about wolfwood swearing vash his life

just me?

cool.

thinking about a yuu that got dragged from their world, into twisted wonderland and dealing with all the overblots, all the drama and trauma of the housewardens, all of the training they go through to survive as a magic-less human in a magic school.

by the end of their first year, yuu has become strong and agile, able to analyze a fight quickly, and lead their friends to victory. they don’t need to rely on grim or their friends to constantly protect them, they know how to hold their own just fine.

so imagine their surprise when their second year rolls around and they are suddenly launched into devildom. but unlike sweet yuki, yuu already has experience on how to deal with people who have close relationships with bad personalities and assholes with untreated trauma.

yuu doesn’t trust belphie for shit, but they got dragged into something messy again, so they might as well get to work fixing it before it becomes too bad. they blame their bleeding heart for helping him every time, and boy, are they glad they trained to somewhat deal with crushing pressure from a certain eel twin.

sure, satan is the literal embodiment of wrath, but yuu’s pretty desensitized to rage in general after having to face a red-headed housewarden multiple times a month due to their idiot friends. plus, he at least has an off switch if you just give him some cats.

mammon is greedy, a gambling addict, and also incredibly lonely because he is often the scapegoat of his brother’s issues and craves affection? oh, so like grim. just give him love and affection. and also don’t let him out of your sight, those clothes are worth so much more than fancy tuna.

levi refuses to interact with people without someone by his side? well, time to channel your inner excited little brother, and get him to explain his nerd shit to you, and then maybe you can trick him into putting down his phone for a bit at the table, at the cost of learning about a random gacha character’s niche skills.

if anyone actually cared to ask (which nobody ever does, yuu’s a bit surprised they themself haven’t blotted yet), yuu would actually say that dealing with the brothers is easier than dealing with their friends back home. the marks certainly help reign them in, and it helps that the brothers aren’t teenagers who (mostly) have shit impulse control (staring at you, mammon). and they also don’t blot, so no need to beat the shit out of them.

yuu thinks that if it were a game, twisted wonderland would be round one, where you get used to the controls and gameplay, and devildom would be round two, where you have to start putting skills and abilities together. yuu also thinks that this is a very shit game, and would love to go home to ramshackle, where they at least had a bit of privacy.

everyone tries not acknowledging their existence, but its a little difficult when the strange floating being beside the outsider won’t stop growling at people who make annoying requests. “why do they keep asking you to do this shit, stop sending a child to run your errands.” the clans are all quick to realize this being is very protective of akari, though kamado did not realize quite the extent of the protectiveness. the feeling of impending death he felt from the being’s glare still sends chills down his spine thinking about it.

the only person who seems to be free of the being’s ire is warden ingo, who is not quite sure why the yelling is familiar or a comfort for him, but it reminds him of the man in white, who he assumes the strange specter knows, seeing as the first thing they said upon seeing him was, “INGOOOOOOOOOO! wait, where’s the rest of you?”

i just think it would be funny if volo thought you were just some weird ghost, but only realizes your importance during the final battle, when giratina shows up, and you just, “I BEAT YOUR ASS ONCE, PUNK, AND ILL DO IT AGAIN.”

Someone who no longer had to relied on Wilbur for everything.

Someone who had been cursed by the people around him, and yet, still looked at the world with so much love and kindness and joy.

Wilbur had been his world once, but now, Tommy had people he loved on the SMP, and people who loved him back, as tumultuous as their history had been. Tommy was healing and he had begun healing without Wilbur.

Wilbur, who had spent 13 years alone with nothing but his thoughts and concrete walls and train whistles that were never meant for him. Wilbur, who had been broken by the people he loved and decided to destroy his world with them still in it. Wilbur, who was still sick and needed help and recognized he could not find that in the SMP. Wilbur, who loved Tommy, who gave his all for his joy, who chose to tear it down when his light was stripped away.

Wilbur, who tried to apologize to everyone he could, so they could have something left of him that was not riddled with craters and covered by ash. Who knew he could not make his everything happy, if he had asked him to come with.

Because Wilbur knew Tommy would say yes.

Because Tommy loved Wilbur, just as much as Wilbur loved Tommy.

And Wilbur not spend the rest of his life, watching that spark of joy slowly disappear from the arid desert heat and loneliness and having to support his ill brother alone. Wilbur could never do that to him. Not to his little Tommyinnit. Not to his Tommy, who had, once, not been quite as angry.

No.

This time, Wilbur’s solitude was a choice.

A choice made so he could finally, finally. Apologize to himself.

He could not heal in the SMP, but Tommy could.

So this was where they must part.

The next time they would see each other, perhaps Wilbur could finally be content.