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Delirious: We should get married.

Vanoss: We’ve been dating for less than a year.

Delirious: I know and I think I’ve shown incredible restraint for waiting this long.

#vanossgaming #h2o delirious #incorrect quotes #incorrect h2ovanoss quotes #incorrect bbs quotes #h2ovanoss

messed-uphair

I´ve seen the first star up

On nights like these, he was always overcome with a great, terrible melancholy. On nights when they shut out their fears, on nights when they drank more than was good for them, on nights when Jonathan’s baby blue eyes clouded over with alcohol and Luke’s drunken friend could not be understood. On nights when he finally let himself feel the absence of the tenth of their men, who had given their lives for the survivors. On nights when he would lay Jonathan safely in bed and sit outside on the wooden bunker steps, wondering if he would be part of the next tenth of souls gone missing, never to see their loved ones again. On nights like these, he wondered how Ryan was doing in America. On nights like these, he cried.

“Luke.” Jonathan had rolled out of bed and was standing in the doorway, half-wrapped in the blankets, walking barefoot to his friend sitting on the narrow porch. A faint remnant of the drunken mist still fogged over his eyes as he flopped down next to Luke and looked skyward. Silently, he swiped the tears from his cheeks and followed his friend’s gaze to the clear and starry sky. Here, far in the country’s empty expanse, far from any light pollution, the stars shone bright and sharp to the eye, but even if Luke wanted to, he couldn’t have named any constellations, let alone a single one of the beacon-like pinpricks of light.

“Do you think they’ll see us?” asked Jon suddenly, without taking his eyes away from the view.

“Who?”

“The aliens! Do you think we’re looking at their planet, and they’re staring right back through one of these - uh, giant looking pipes? The ones that all the sciency people have?”

“You mean a telescope?”

“Yeah, that thing.” Energetically, Jon waved his hand, half-concealed by the grey blanket. Luke was silent for a while. Then he sighed deeply.

“I don’t know, maybe. And maybe they’re asking themselves what a good-looking guy is doing, sitting next to an undefinable pile of grey.”

“HEY!” raged Jon, punching him firmly in the side. “Asking what kind of a… a… goat head with a goat beard is doing! Next to - next to a jaw-dropping, sexy guy!”

“You’re just jealous.” Luke laughed at Jon, who made another outraged outburst, grumbled to himself, and, offended, burrowed deeper into his blanket. Then silence fell once more over the two friends. They were brothers in arms, together since their earliest years, the brothers neither had and maybe even like soul mates. Jon had brought colour and emotion into his life and Luke had bailed the other out of trouble more than once. Together they had managed to get into the army, sent off to a strange new land. Far from family and friends, though they still had each other. But each had someone that no one else could ever replace. Luke thought about Ryan, about his gentle doe-eyes, his smile, their first meeting, Ryan’s fondness for sweets and sugary drinks, his favourite green glass, his dog Buddy (and how much love the dog had won from Luke, though he religiously denied it), Ryan’s surprising talent with engines, and how he would constantly turn red when Luke flirted with him.

“Do you think they’re wondering what we’re doing out here?”

“Other than freezing our asses off?” Luke grinned.

“No, I mean… what we’re doing here. So far away from home, so far… Maybe we’re on the other planet and we just don’t know it! That could be the Earth up there and we don’t know, because we… we just don’t know. We never see anyone outside the base, only the ones that we kill, and we could be in a totally separate universe, you know? I haven’t seen Mum and Dad and Mark and Evan in such a long time and I don’t know how they are or how they’re doing, or if they read my letters, or… or if they even arrive. I don’t know if I’ll ever figure it out or if I’ll ever see them again, Luke. I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever know!”

Jon’s loud cries wore thin and he almost choked on his own words, as he sniffled and swallowed a sob. Luke understood. Jonathan understood. They had heard stories of great men since they were little, who fought with bravery and courage against enemies and who had been more than just words but rather superheroes to the boys. They had copied these role models all their lives long. They wanted courage and adventure. Honour, fame and recognition from strangers and pride from their loved ones. They wanted to be heroes in their own stories and prove that they were just like them. They had wanted it so badly. But nobody had told them about these nights. About the frightening fear of death every day, about the thought of never returning home, about doubting the stories and the heroes, about the hate lavished on their superiors and even their own military. About the emotional emptiness of becoming a killer, about the pain of missing their loved ones. About the disgust for themselves.

“…Come on, I’ll bring you in. You’re gonna go crazy if you look at those stars any longer.”

“Mhm…” Jon turned his gaze from the sky to his feet and rubbed his bare toes against each other, while Luke wiped the tears from his face again, shook away any leftover drops, and finally stood.

“…Luke?”

“Hm?”

“I lost my shoes.”

A small, soft smile appeared on Luke’s face, and, shaking his head, he helped his friend to his feet, straightening his blanket. While he gave a calming reply, “I’ll find your shoes, don’t worry. That stink can’t hide from me,” the door closed behind them, and he put Jon to bed for the second time that night.

On nights like these, he was glad to have Jon alongside him. On nights like these, he doubted his military work. On nights like these, he entertained thoughts of desertion. On nights like these, he would give anything to be beside Ryan again. And on nights like these, he cried.

I´m finally posting my work here on tumblr, so enjoy! :)

English is not my first language and this piece got translated by @alex-xrx-walker. So thanks again to them!

#ohmtoonz #H2OVanoss #bbs squad #not my writing

crimsonbluemoon

Libahunt: Chapter Six

What? Did Crimson get an update out on time? It must be a miracle! But yeah I was super motivated to write this chapter so it just flowed out pretty nicely. So please enjoy!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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gurenmonster

mooooooooBrockmoooooooo

firstaidquarters-deactivated202

Hey yeah these are the best things I’ve seen all day look at this damn fantastic art of this cutie!!

#so cute #moo snuckel #protect him #bbs squad

oldrises

#vanossgaming #h2o delirious #terroriser #moo snuckel #Lui Calibre #daithi de nogla #basicallyidowrk #fourzer0seven #bbs squad #gay baby gang #swagger #fritz

oldrises

It’s Nogla’s fault

oldrises

#daithi de nogla #ohmwrecker #daithi de ohm?#Ohmogla?#terroriser #bbs squad

vanogla

I haven't done much for this ship in months, but i'd still die for it :')

yep i get that feelin ;v;

it’s been a while since i drew art of these two that wasn’t a doodle.. i oughta get on that >>

#vanossgaming #daithi de nogla #vanogla #bbs squad

jhanjhan-y-deactivated20210204

Owl man try to save the day :D

Also the cat cartoonz is inspired from @saka-yang I couldn’t resist to not add it X3

#this is so pure #vanossgaming #h2o delirious #bbs squad

scribbletxt

(edit: i almost started crying because my og post didnt go through and i thought i didnt copy paste // bold italics are texts :3)

hi i had so much fun with this thank u bels i hope u like it

this is what i envisioned evan playing, it’s the first song that plays in this 3 hour video (ends at like 4:23 or smthing)

@firstaidquarters

brian couldn’t sleep.

the pre con grind, on top of a few other things, had screwed up his sleeping pattern, and now he was laying on his bed, jealous of joe sleeping peacefully by his leg.

what made it worse was that just two days ago, he’d been in l.a., sleeping next to his best friend (BOYFRIEND now, he quickly reminded himself, with a smile), and he’d never slept better in his life.

the sudden change almost gave him metaphorical whiplash.

he sighed, tossing the sheets off of him and standing up, quickly apologising sweetly to a startled joe before making his way towards his recording room, scrubbing at his eyes in frustration. he fell into his chair, sagging into it on instinct. he eventually sat up, leaning forward to sign into his desktop. the bright screen of the google search engine barely affected him as he clicked his “discord” bookmark

immediately the site popped up, relieving his eyes of the bright white, replacing it with the soft black of discord. immediately his eyes drifted to evan’s username, a small smile gracing his lips as he saw the green dot next to his icon. instinctively, he clicked on his and evan’s conversation, a chuckle slipping out of him when he saw “night, bitch <33” from evan as a reply to his “goodnight ev”.

brian made a move to type something to evan, but hesitated. what if he was bothering evan? he pulled his hands back a little, furrowing his brow before shaking his head and moving to type a message.

‘hey. can’t sleep :(‘

he sent it, before getting up to go grab his phone from his nightstand. when he returned, a message from evan was waiting patiently for him on screen.

‘shit, that sucks dude. sleep schedule fucked from con grind?’

brian smiled softly as he sat back down. evan knew him well. he typed back a reply, pulling his knee up, resting his chin on it. the soft fabric of his superman pajama pants made him hum softly as he sent it.

‘yup. can you call?’

immediately, the familiar sound of a discord call spilled quietly through the headphones sitting on his desk, the words “owl boy is calling” popping up on screen, as well as a bigger version of evan’s icon. brian grinned, sliding on his headphones and accepting.

“hey, brian.” a familiar voice said, soft and comforting to his ears. brian sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms loosely around his propped knee.

“hi, ev.” he said quietly. “i miss you.”

“i miss you too.” evan replied gently, and brian smiled shyly, pressing his mouth into his knee as he pulled his mic towards himself with one hand.

“so, you can’t sleep?” evan asked, and brian caught himself almost nodding, as if evan could see him.

“nope. not one bit.” brian griped in a dramatic voice, making evan chuckle. “i think it’s ‘cause i’m not there with ya.”

he could practically feel the heat of evan’s blush as silence met his words. he grinned cheekily. brian loved making evan flustered.

“.. shut up.” came the shy reply, and brian laughed.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you’re just cute when you’re flustered.” brian cooed, yawning quietly. evan’s voice was helping to lull him into the sleepy zone, but it wasn’t enough.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” evan snarked, and brian hummed, turning his head to rest his cheek on top of his knee. he closed his eyes, the static from evan’s end helping push his brain into relaxation mode, but it still wasn’t enough.

“brian? you still there, babe?” evan’s voice cut through the static, and brian involuntarily smiled at the sound of it.

he hummed sleepily in response, and evan let out a shaky sigh, making brian wake up a little.

“‘s wrong ev? somethin’ botherin’ ya?” he asked, picking his head up off of his knee.

“no, no, i’m just…” evan let out a sigh, and brian could imagine him running his hand through his hair as he thought. “i think have an idea for a way to maybe help you fall asleep? if you’re up for it, at least…”

his voice grew shy towards the end of his sentence, and brian hummed.

“i’m up for it, but only if you’re comfortable with it, evan. i don’t want to force ya into something you don’t want to do.” brian said gently.

on the other end, evan let out a sigh that turned into a shaky chuckle towards the end.

“i’m fine with it, i’m just.. nervous, i guess. i’ve never done this before, a-and i want to try it with you.” evan said softly.

“i get what you mean, don’t worry.” brian reassured, “do you want me to move the call to my phone so i can lay in bed while you do it?”

“yeah!” evan’s reply was faint, as if he were far away from his mic. brian brushed it off, however, transferring the call to his phone before picking up his earbuds and plugging them in as he walked back towards his bedroom.

he climbed into bed, plugging his phone in before putting in his earbuds, settling his head against his pillow.

“ev? you there? can you hear me?” brian asked sleepily.

“yeah, i’m here. you ready?” evan asked, and brian hummed, closing his eyes.

the sounds of guitar strings being plucked soon filled his ears, and brian smiled. he sighed contentedly, feeling exhaustion was over his brian as he nestled further into his pillow. the guitar was soothing, gentle, and the sound reminded him so much of evan.

“thanks, ev.” he slurred softly, feeling himself falling deeper and deeper into sleep’s arms. “i love you.”

“i love you too, brian.” came the the quick reply, and the sound of evan’s humming mixed with the soft plucking of guitar strings was the last thing brian heard before he finally fell asleep.

#terrornoss #terroriser #vanossgaming #so pure though #bbs squad