#part 2 when

[sunchildsatoru]

back at artist will x writer mike (got a little carried away because muse x muse byler my beloved)

will always takes the late night train/subway and sketches everyone and everything to pass the time. has a designated travel sketchbook.

one day the prettiest man he’s ever seen sits across from him and will is trying so hard not to stare. or to blush. he fails miserably. will recons he might won’t see him again, like many people in the pages of his sketchbook, so he draws him too.

next day, the beautiful stranger is back. he’s wearing glasses now and will wants to die. he’s writing something. will wants to know what he writes, wants to know his name.

‘M.W.’ he reads on his black journal when he’s not looking. doodles it on a little heart on a corner. get a grip, byers.

weeks go by and will’s ‘travel’ sketchbook has lost its title because will hasn’t been able to draw anyone else. this is getting ridiculous.

next time he sees him, will’s anxiety makes him wait till the very last minute before the other man’s stop to say something. bad idea. he’s about to introduce himself when the whole wagon shakes violently and the lights go off for a moment.

will goes flying right into the beautiful stranger’s chest. who’s hands are immediately on his waist, making sure he’s alright.

will starts apologizing and picking up his stuff as fast as he can because how fucking embarrassing. great. the man before will tells him there’s nothing to be sorry for and now he’s helping him and now he’s smiling at him and god, his own sketches didn’t do him any justice.

they’re at his stop now. well. it was worth a shot. “i’m mike, by the way.” or maybe not.

mike. ‘M.W.’

will smiles all the way home. that’s till he opens his bag, looking for his sketchbook, to find a black journal.

‘M.W.’

oh my god.

[amaibambina]

rain code x squishmallows

[lostvaporeon]

FUCK YOU PREDATOR KILLER OF KILLERS WAS GOOD

[eddanis-k]

Nibelheim flashback in part 2 be like 🤔

I just really love this meme, it speaks to my soul.

[min-play]

Possession day 1 goes as well as you’d expect

[code-name-wraith]

Yessirr I saw your request is open! May I request how is it like being roommates with our dearest omen in valorant HQ? It can be either platonic or romantic hehe

[ a/n: ahaha, ummm, uhh... i'm just gonna say i'm sorry for the wait anon, but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless! thanks for the request! i got so carried away writing this one i almost split it into two parts - say your prayers for all the text i cut out of here.. ]

• ok guys, it's about time for me to simp for omen again.... sigh....

• at first, things are rough. omen isn't exactly the most welcoming to people, especially strangers he's expected to share private space with. instead of closing the distance, he takes to what he does best and doesn't even look at you - he slips in and out in your shadow, and at first you'd think he doesn't even come back from missions. i like to think that you two didn't even have an introduction, you just opened the door to an empty space that looked more like solitary confinement than your new room. the silence was... unnerving.

• but on the bright side, you catch him eventually! he almost crushes your wrist when he feels the air move behind him, but your pained yelp has him letting go right away. he turns his body to look at you, like a machine, and you beam. he's blinking rapidly at the excited gesture, despite the less-than-favorable first impression. personally, i think it would be weirder if you weren't excited - i mean, this is your absolute cryptid of a roommate caught on camera.

• you take his hand, shake it with your smile that would've tasted like the sun, and introduce yourself. he was star-struck. someone that looked at him not as a monster, but another human. even in the softest, most gentle stares, he could see they knew he was different. their voices treated him like he was an animal and he'd come to accept they'd never change - before you, anyways. he finds himself being dragged along, like a cat by the scruff.

• eventually, he starts lurking around more, and you're delighted to actually see him in the room one day. "omen!" you cheer, running over to him, but cautious not to invade his space. "welcome home!" a light blue glow comes to his face, but you're not really sure what it means. you find yourself leaning on the edge of his bed next to him, and most would say talking to an omen is like talking to a wall, but you know he listens.

• you come home to headquarters one day, and you come to an empty room, a gray scarf nestled on your nightstand with a note between the cloth. a simple "thank you" is scrawled onto the paper, melting away into gibberish at the end like it was rushed, but you still melt at the sight. you cherish that scarf with your life, because that thing is the labor of your forlorn love and you accept it graciously. you wear it everyday, but don't tell where you got such high-quality clothing from. no words are exchanged, but you give omen cups of tea and new, hundred dollar yarn and the little chain of gifts continues.

• (that night, you thought the room was empty, but omen stares from the creak you left in the door, and watches how you hold his gift like liquid gold. he smiles to himself, but disappears when you look back. just like any shadow.)

[wulfhalls]

Okay but when u watch dune 2021 its like what u do when its over what is there u could do that u can do u just gotta sit there bc u were forcibly ejected after being immersed so fully what the crap

honestly it's like why are we still here? every time dune 2021 dir denis villeneuve ends I have to face reality again 😑

[gurikajis]

HOLY SHIT