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sircrocodillian

Thanks to watching Hannibal with Cereal, I conclude that Croc listens to Opera.

amikoroyaiart

Gustave stands up and holds out a hand. “Come join me, Verso. Let’s start this loop together.”

Chapter 10 of Encore by thevalesofanduin

Thank you for commissioning me and if you guys love some very good time loop fics, make sure to read the fic!

nightingaleflow

I had a dream about what would be Saw 7.5 where the health insurance companies of the Saw victims denied them coverage because they all chose to do things like cut off their arms (instead of, you know, dying), and John Kramer rises from his grave, puts the health insurance CEOs in a big trap, and yells "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON?"

usesteeledstrikeongustavesbutt

These are photos I took for Valentine’s Day and White Day. ❤️

Og verstave

Painted verstave

Og verstave

Painted Verso x Og Gustave

Personal headcanon: after OG Verso died, OG Gustave entered the canvas, and of course he and Painted Verso ended up falling in love. After years of psychological warfare and mutual pining, Gustave finally accepted Verso’s confession.

noxarcanaart

idk what's going on here but. whatever it is there's sword fighting and it's gay

usesteeledstrikeongustavesbutt

I originally just wanted to take some photos that could be used as chat backgrounds, but it somehow evolved into a little story, so I threw in a short text to go with it. Hope you don’t mind my writing being a bit messy 🤧

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They set up camp on the cliff edge closest to the Monolith. The group had all planned to watch the sunrise, but after a day of fierce fighting with Axon, everyone was dead asleep in the camp.

Verso sat at the edge of the cliff. Gustave had sworn he wouldn’t fall asleep, but he had been asleep for an hour now, leaning against his shoulder, breathing steadily in soft snores.

His shoulder had long gone numb, but he hadn’t dared to move for the entire hour. "A sense of peace," Verso thought instead. It had been so long since he had felt anything like this. He gazed absently at the Monolith in the distance. "Papa, va t’en!"—Maelle’s massive scrawled message was written across it.

He should have felt excited. He was so close—the moment he had always dreamed of, the final step he had longed to reach—it was near.

So why was it that, with his fingers tightly interlaced with Gustave’s, he suddenly felt uncertain?

The morning light slowly seeped over the horizon, and the distant snow-capped mountains reflected the sunlight, shimmering brightly.

Verso glanced down at Gustave, reluctant to disturb his endearing sleeping face. "Next time," he thought. Watching Gustave’s soft curls grow warmer in the sunlight, Verso couldn’t resist reaching out his free hand to gently stroke them. He leaned in and left a soft kiss on the top of his head.

The weight on his shoulder shifted. Gustave had been stirred awake by the movement. He lifted his head and looked at Verso, his eyes not yet fully open, his long lashes fluttering. Verso froze, his hand suspended in midair.

Gustave’s gaze focused on him, his eyes appearing even larger behind his glasses. "Why didn’t you wake me for the sunrise?" he asked.

"Uh..." Verso faltered.

Then Gustave took hold of his hand, leaned forward, and pressed his lips to Verso’s—soft and tender.

"Bonjour, mon amour." he heard Gustave say.

Maybe I do want this life.