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good sleep💤

better sleep💤💤

the follow-up to: If somehow they survived

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i cannot take it anymore

i love them so much

sorry for being cringe on the internet

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Merry Chrimus

Here’s to hoping they sell more Teru Vash so I can buy 10 ✨

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hello trigun fandom i come bearing brainworms: "what if rem's sound of life from the og '98 anime was combined with millions knives (vocal ver)?"

cue 2 weeks of listening to both songs on repeat to produce: this

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Finally made the graphic version of the Trigun Stampede timeline! If you would like a more in depth explanation on how I determined certain dates, as well some extra tid bits, you can see this post here.

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Today, we put the wardrobe together and made some hangers

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This is very exciting news! :D There are a few that I would love to see as prints, if possible. *_* This one And the black and white Legato from here would be incredible.

This is also one of my favorites. And this one is also great. But also, I love all of your work and would be happy with whatever you make available! (◕‿◕)♡

Hello! Would you ever be willing to sell prints of some of your work? I would be interested.

Sorry for the long wait, I finally figured out how to use this website (more or less)

My Inprnt gallery：https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/aidonotknow/

Anyway, I first uploaded few works that got the most tags on Tumblr. Some of them need to be adjusted because they are not in the right size. I didn't consider printing at all when I drew them....^_^;

During the testing period until 12/25/23, I provide another 5% discount code: FWNPS1. I'll upload the others slowly. Or if you need any specific art, please tell me.

Thank you for your question!🙏

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Spent my Sunday afternoon building him a bed and sewing some bedding. It's getting a bit crowded in the old shoebox.

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Actor!AU

The difference in height and body shape :D

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TWO OF THEM!!! ft. little vash for scale, lol

my lovely friend wanted a knives loaf and who am I if not a vessel for plushie creation. stuffed animals is my passion

loaf design by @kniveswoods, loaf vash pattern is here: (x)

feel free to shoot me a message if you'd be interested in commissioning a loaf of your own!

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Tango

Rer: 1、2

abt Legato's tatoo

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The Wind Never Whispers Back

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt #225: I Can't Tell. Unofficially set in the same universe as How Far We've Come (originally written for prompt #200: How Far We've Come but exceeded the word limit.) You can also read this on AO3.

The words on his tongue always burn brightest in the dying light of setting suns. Solitude has never been a stranger, but in the newfound absence of footprints unerringly meandering alongside his own, he feels its gravity keener than ever, pushing and pulling at his every thought and weighing him down as regrets slowly trickle into the gaping cracks where purpose once held him together. 

His purpose lies shattered now. 

Bleached bones are buried in desert sands and goodbyes are left unuttered, silenced by the recollection of warm hands and soft smiles and mistakes so grave they will forever remain unforgivable; for the dead can’t speak and the dead can’t hear, and so the words remain on his lips, blood red and burning bright as twin suns fade and night chases away the lingering heat of blue summer’s skies.

The desert stretches out before him, vast and brimming with tomorrows.

His gaze is turned back, pale eyes searching for fleeting memories of a nameless boy laid to rest in a nameless tomb, for in all the yesterdays they shared, Millions Knives and Legato Bluesummers have not once strayed from the path to salvation paved in Knives’ flaws and Legato’s unwavering faith.

When the wind picks up and catches in strands as dark as decay, it is a harsh truth to swallow: that no matter where his steps will carry him next, when he turns around his own footprints will be the only thing left to follow him.

His eyes are not kind enough anymore to mistake distant shadows for familiar silhouettes.

As night falls, it becomes increasingly hard to tell apart the serrated edges of what was and what could have been, and all he is left with is the bitter knowledge of what will never be again.

The words on the tip of his tongue shift and struggle to be told, to be whispered to the wind and carried away to a place they cannot reach anymore.

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

Goodbye.

…

I miss you.

The wind never whispers back.

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knives

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A quick* Knives portrait based on a panel from Trigun Maximum! (*not as quick as I would've liked, but eyy, c'est la vie.)

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My Legatolantern progress 💙🥹🎃