#✧Vash[MUSINGS]

[ruporas]

it's time to go, my love (ID in alt)

[ciearcab]

baseball scribbles…. save me wolfwood in a jersey … save me …

[anyasathenaeum]

Sometimes, bitches just wanna imagine slow dancing with Vash the Stampede on the deck of a sand steamer in the middle of the night cause neither of them could sleep and there’s lots of longing and comfort.

It’s me, I’m bitches. I’m totally writing this. Nobody can stop me.

[sellieaa]

don’t tell anyone but i like this guy i think he’s pretty neat (holding back tears)

[spaltedrat]

what the polygun!!!

[itsnotpickle]

[march 2024]

vash pony..

[thehopefulraincoat]

Decided to do some sketching just for fun and oops, my hand slipped and now I have another sketch of Vash.

[faemothra]

thinking about long hair!knives

[neddea]

When your homie is so bad at lying and is having too much of a great time to pass as a damsel in distress and you have to put their scarf around their mouth to shut them up. But you’re also a good friend and leave a way out of the ropes for them to kick some villain ass :D ...soooo, hello again? I told you I wasn’t dead

[ethecookednoodle]

And just to drive home just how little selfcontrol I have, have a nice Muse of Space Vash

[hellsingmongrel]

So, bit of ramblings on my Post-Trimax Wolfwood headcanons.

Man, one of my favorite tropes in media is a character who's spirit lingers on after they've died, but it's usually something you only see in fanfic, so I cannot get over how FUCKING FERAL I was when I realized that it was legit a thing in Trimax, and that Wolfwood was the one we actually got to see, legitimately talking to the people he'd left behind and confirming that ghosts in the canon weren't just hallucinations or something! Like yeah, we saw Tessla leading the boys to her body, but since her ghost was never mentioned again, it could have easily have been written off as a fluke, right?

NOPE. They are real and they linger after to watch over the people they care about or to send messages to the people who are still alive! And the fact that the character who had just wormed his way into being just as beloved to me as my favorite character (Which NEVER happens, I usually only have enough brain cells for one at a time!) and that we had just had our hearts ripped to shreds watching him die was also the one we got to know had definitely stayed behind to watch over the people he loved just makes me SO HAPPY! I rp that asshole from time to time, and I just love exploring the implications of it!

I play him like he's been there a LONG TIME. When he died, Rem was there, watching over Vash, but when Knives spent the last of his energy, she chose to move on with him, now that she knew Wolfwood would be there to keep watch over Vash, and he took it SERIOUSLY. He's been waiting so long, he's lost his sense of time, he thinks it's only been a couple decades when it's been CENTURIES. And the time has softened his own trauma, he's gone from being surly and angry and defensive to being at peace and finding comfort in the fact that its allowed him to see more of Vash's life than he ever would have been able to live long enough to see when he was alive. And it's given him time to notice just how unwell Vash is, how broken he is, watching over him when he thinks he's alone and lets himself break down.

But it's also made Wolfwood a bit unwell in his own way; as time went on and the people he knew in life began to pass away, too, his interest in paying attention to what the people around them were doing wained, and his dedication to watching over Vash until it was his time to pass on became a strange sort of dependence. He loses his sense of self, in a way, until the most important thing in his existence is being there for Vash, waiting for him, having long-since accepted that when the time comes, it'll be over and he's alright with that.

He's happy, but to the perspective of a living person, it would seem TWISTED in a way. He still thinks he's a damned soul, stealing more time than he's allowed and only damning himself further by doing so, and he just knows that when he gets to walk Vash into whatever comes after for them, they'll be separated again, for the last time, and there won't be any coming back from it that time, because Vash is too good, too kind, too HOLY to ever be damned. But it's fine. Wolfwood knew he was damned long before his death, and time has just given him the chance to make peace with it and simply be happy with the fact that at least he'll be able to be with Vash when he can move on to wherever good people go at the end. And yet when it happens, Vash feels the same way about himself, so certain that he's the one who's damned, and their reunion is wonderful and painful and terrifying for both of them in different ways.

He's even worse with interacting with people, once he's forced to interact with the living. I play Wolfwood in a game where he stumbles into revealing himself after spending centuries never letting himself be seen, and he worries that going "silent" again will upset people. He's spent centuries being a silent shadow, certain that letting Vash know he was there would only cause more suffering for an already unwell mind, so he's forgotten how to interact with tact, blurting out whatever pops into his head because he's only had himself to talk to for all that time. He hurts people without meaning to, begins to suffer from the crisis of worrying that no matter what he does, he's a burden to the people who mourn him, he doesn't belong, his existence is nothing but a constant reminder of what's coming and will only cause the people around him pain. He's both able to be the kind, caring, loving person he might have been if the Eye of Michael had never taken him from the orphanage, and also a HUGE, ANXIOUS WRECK.

And the thing that makes it all worse for him is the fact that when he was dumped into the game I have him in, he was separated from the Vash of his timeline, and now lives in constant fear that he'll never see him again, that he won't be there when he passes on and there won't be anyone to greet him on the other side, alone and never knowing that he was waiting for him. He made a promise to Rem that he'd watch over him for her, that he'd lead him to his final destination where he could be with his family again, and now that he's lost that, what purpose does he have? He's terrified to let go himself, worried he'll pass onto the other side when Vash was right around the corner, but the thought of lingering without finding him again, missing his chance to be there for him when it's his turn, leaves him in an almost constant state of almost-panic.

I also just think it's kind of sweetly poetic, if in the end, he chose to continue the role he'd been forced into; take Vash where he's supposed to be. Only this time, it's his choice, and it won't be to his death. He wants to guide him to where he knows people are waiting for him, where he'll finally be happy and be at peace. He doesn't mind the fact that he's going to Hell, so long as he was able to be the one that leads Vash to the place where he won't have to be in pain ever again.

[anyasathenaeum]

Fic authors self rec!♡ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

AHHHH Thank you so much Nova! Sorry it took me forever to get to this, but I appreciate it! I'd send this back to you if you hadn't already done it LOL ❤️ These are NOT in order in terms of favourite to least, it's just 5 fics I really love.

"There's Only One Bed" Trope (Vash x Reader, Wolfwood x Reader) - This is the writing that started all my writings for Trigun and I'm proud of it.

Home (Vash x Reader) - This one is very, very special to me and was written more for myself but I'm happy if others can resonate with it. I'm a nurse in real life so the healersona is real. It's a full fic expansion of this drabble I wrote.

I Need Some Sleep (Vash x Reader) - This is the newest addition right now and I really love it because it ties in my love for music and dancing alongside longing and comfort.

Guide (NSFW - Inexperienced!Choso x Reader) - One of two NSFW fics I've written for one of my other fictional husbands (Choso from JJK). This fic really pushed me out of my comfort zone with writing smut and NSFW content, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! :)

Elysium (Dad!Vash x Reader series, currently ongoing) - This is my first series that I've ever written. It's been an ongoing challenge writing it, but it's also been such a good time and a wonderful learning experience. I really love Dad!Vash (thanks @jellys-compendium I blame you for this).

And then, an honorary mention because even though it's not one of my personal favourites, everybody else seems to find this one particularly enjoyable and I had a blast writing it:

6. Reader tells Knives they slept with Vash (LMAO)

[hinaliix]

Some stampede screenshot redraws

[brazenlystrong]

today i found out that @eleutheriya and I share the same personality types as Vash and Wolfwood

[knifeinthenight]

@voidtouched-blue

One day.

Just one day without the drama of the fight would be okay in his book! A day when he could happily glut on a 'sack' full of donuts ['sack' being a relative standard of measurement determined by his mood of the day], crash down on a stone wall somewhere, warmed under the heat of the sun [or better yet, in a sun 'circle!] to nap peacefully, or perhaps do nothing at all, feet kicked up, arms behind his head and eyes closed, ignorant to the world beyond his lids!

Striving to clench a lazy day like that was perfectly acceptable - actually OBTAINING it was another struggle entirely.

Alas, such was the folly of having such an unbelievable price on his head. Everyone and their dog sought a taste of that incredible prize. Hope was a sorry counter to reality, but they 'hoped' they had the skills necessary to achieve what had, up until that point, become the impossible.

And it was still 'impossible' being that he remained 'free.' Not unscathed, however. FAR from it.

He’d been doing good until the heat of adrenaline began to stagnate and cool, transforming the numb aftereffects of battle into a blazing something or other. His body seemed composed of concentrated pain, bruises on top of bruises, blood dribbling from what felt to him to be a hundred thousand uncomfortable paper cuts in all the wrong places. 

Yes, there absolutely was a right and wrong place to suffer such afflictions! For example: the cuts at Vash's knuckles kept breaking open as he gingerly peeled the stocking off his feet. Or SOCK as the peasants called them. …. at least he hadn’t broken any toes. He hadn’t broken any bits at all! 

So far as he was concerned, that was a point for team Humanoid Typhoon!

He let out the breath that he totally KNEW he’d been holding [the burning lungs was one small indication that he should likely inflate those things with the oxygen necessary to keep on keeping on], letting the stocking fall to the dirt at his feet.

So what did he learn today?

Probably shouldn't have done the 'thing.'

He learned that his head made an odd hollow sound when it bounced off the ground. And that he might, inexplicably, house a choir of mice up there, as loudly as they were twittering afterwards.

Sigh.

He wiped at his bloody lip with the back of his hand, now suddenly contemplating how the heck he was now supposed to pull his boots back on? He leaned back against the palms of his hands, one 'organic,' one metallic, eyes gradually falling on something that---

---- well, one thing wasn't like the other, tha twas for sure.

A Plant pod? Out here?

His eyes drifted left. They drifted right. There was no power source attached to it. To his naked eye, it looked to be just the pod, like it had dropped from no where right there at that very moment, conveniently situated for him to discover.

He swallowed, mouth suddenly painfully dry.

That sounded like a Nai trap, if he'd never heard one. But---

Well he couldn't help himself. He stood, cautiously pacing forward, holding his boots in one hand, the other carefully resting on the holster of his gun.

[melpcmene-arch]

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