eversio
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Thinking of cowboy Vashwood. Again.
Tender stolen gazes, the wildflowers dancing with the wind, bringing the smell of tobacco, liquor and wood.
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Thank you so much for recommending my fic 馃ズ
Fic Rec Friday: I shine only with the light you gave me
Author: @eversio
Rating: Mature
Fandom: Trigun
Relationship(s): Vashwood (Vash/Wolfwood)
Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, Nicholas D. Wolfwood is Bad at Feelings, Wolfwood technically dies for a couple minutes but he gets over it, Protective Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Bathing/Washing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Crybaby Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Summary: Wolfwood is mortally wounded in a shootout, but this time his serum doesn't work. He is eventually revived, but something has gone wrong. When Wolfwood wakes up his body is consumed by pain, and neither he nor Vash can figure out why.
This is such a good fic! I love it when I find a good hurt!Wolfwood fic, and reading his and Vash's discussions regarding chronic pain in this fic is honestly so touching. It's a really wonderful fic, so I highly recommend reading it!
[read it on ao3]
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do you know how much writing i would get done if i never became sleepy. i would be unstoppably powerful. unfortunately the universe has seen fit to nerf me by causing me to be constantly sleepy, a state in which i cannot write. but mark my words, once i have figured out this sleepiness thing you will all be sorry,
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how to recover from reading fucked up porn you can't stop thinking about?
re-read it and then go write fucked up porn
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a cat is a type of creature that lives in your home and stares at you from a distance
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the world鈥檚 shyest dj just worked up the courage to sniff the microphone and whimper quietly
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The fate of the franklin expedition is so poetic imagine dying of imperialism and then literally being cannibalised without achieving anything beyond becoming another member of the hallowed ranks of a grisly naval stories in the 1840s and then hundreds of years later your restless shade still haunts humanity without a scrap of peace because amc made a tv show which made everyone write yaoi about you
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For most people, life doesn鈥檛 truly begin until they鈥檙e 26-30 or older. The way we romanticize and obsess over youth is super harmful. Your life is not over at 21, I promise you. It鈥檚 just beginning
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Putting a bloody lace handkerchief in my back pocket to indicate that I'm into Victorian tuberculosis roleplay.
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Whatever this mood is, I sure am feeling it right now
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Nobody:
Me at 11:10pm: Screaming, crying, rearranging furniture
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