#Millie dies

[helluva-family]

Moxxie, you have immunity! He won't kill you so long as your pregnant, you can still protect Millie

The Greed Ring, a desolate wasteland of opulence and corruption. The sky is an ominous greenish hue, reflecting the greed and malice that permeate the air. Millie and Stolas stand at the edge of a large estate, Crimson’s mansion looming in the distance. The mansion is surrounded by a high wrought-iron fence, the gates flanked by armed guards, shark-like demons who watch with predatory eyes. Millie’s expression is set in grim determination, while Stolas stands tall, his eyes glowing faintly with magical energy.

Millie: *Gritting her teeth, her voice low but resolute* He’s in there, Stolas. I know it. Moxxie needs us.

Stolas: *Nodding, his voice calm but serious* We will get him back, Millie. I promise you that. But be cautious—Crimson won’t let him go without a fight.

*Millie clenches her fists, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger. The thought of Moxxie, pregnant with their child, being held by that monster fills her with a cold, seething rage. She takes a deep breath, centering herself, knowing she needs to stay focused if they’re going to succeed.*

Millie: *Determined* I don’t care how many of those bastards we have to go through. We’re getting my husband back.

*Stolas raises a hand, and with a flourish, he opens a portal directly through the mansion’s defenses, bypassing the gate and security systems. The portal shimmers with a deep purple hue, and on the other side, the front courtyard of Crimson’s mansion comes into view. Without hesitation, Millie steps through, with Stolas following close behind. As soon as they cross into the courtyard, alarms blare, and the guards spring into action, charging at the intruders with weapons drawn.*

Stolas: *Glancing at Millie* I’ll handle the guards. You focus on finding Moxxie.

Millie: Be careful, Stolas. These guys ain’t gonna play fair.

*Stolas gives her a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the approaching guards. With a wave of his hand, he sends a wave of energy crashing into them, scattering them like leaves in the wind. The guards recover quickly, however, regrouping and rushing at Stolas from all sides. As Stolas engages them in a fierce magical battle, Millie darts toward the mansion’s entrance, her sickles at the ready. *

*Millie moves with practiced precision, taking out any guards that cross her path with swift, brutal efficiency. She’s driven by the thought of Moxxie, vulnerable and in danger, and nothing will stop her from reaching him. She bursts through the front doors of the mansion, her eyes scanning the opulent hallway for any sign of her husband.*

Millie: Come on, Mox… where are you?

*As she moves deeper into the mansion, the atmosphere becomes more oppressive, the weight of Crimson’s malevolent presence pressing down on her. She’s almost to the grand staircase when she hears a slow, mocking clap echoing through the hallway. Millie stops in her tracks, her grip tightening on her sickles as she turns to face the source of the sound. Striker steps out of the shadows, a smug grin on his face as he leisurely approaches her, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.*

Striker: *Clapping slowly, his voice dripping with sarcasm* Well, well, look who made it this far. I gotta say, I’m impressed. Most wouldn’t have gotten past the front gate.

Millie: *Snarling, her eyes blazing with fury* Get outta my way, Striker. I’m not here to play games with you. Where’s Moxxie?

Striker: Oh, he’s here, alright. Safe and sound… for now. But I don’t think you’re in much of a position to be making demands, darlin’. Not when I’m the one standing between you and your precious hubby.

*Millie’s heart races, but she refuses to show any fear. She knows Striker is dangerous, but she also knows she can’t let him intimidate her. She raises her sickles, ready to fight.*

Millie: I’m giving you one last chance, Striker. Move, or I’ll make you move.

Striker: *Grinning wider, pulling out his knife and pistol* Oh, I was hopin’ you’d say that. I’ve been itchin’ for a good fight.

*Without another word, the two launch at each other, the clash of weapons ringing out as they engage in a vicious battle.*

Millie: *Glaring daggers at Striker, her voice steady but laced with fury* You’ve messed with the wrong Imp’s family, Striker. You ain’t walking away from this one.

*Without another word, Millie charges at Striker with a wild battle cry, her twin sickles gleaming in the dim light. Striker deftly sidesteps her initial attack, drawing his pistol and firing a shot. Millie dodges, the bullet grazing her arm, but she doesn’t slow down. She spins around and slashes at Striker, her movements fueled by rage and determination. Striker blocks her attack with his knife, the sound of metal clashing echoing in the air.*

Striker: *Smirking, his tone mocking* Not bad, sweetheart. But you’ve gotta be quicker than that if you wanna keep up with me.

Millie: *Snarling* I ain’t just keepin’ up, I’m takin’ you down!

*Millie presses the attack, her strikes becoming more aggressive as she tries to find an opening. Striker matches her blow for blow, his smirk never leaving his face. He’s toying with her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As Millie lunges forward with both sickles aimed at his chest, Striker suddenly twists his body, avoiding the attack and delivering a brutal punch to her stomach. Millie gasps in pain, momentarily stunned, and Striker takes the opportunity to grab her by the neck, lifting her off the floor.*

Striker: *His voice low and menacing* I hate to break it to ya, but this ain’t your story, darlin’. It’s Moxxie’s. And he’s got a whole lot more sufferin’ to do.

*Millie struggles, her eyes wide with desperation, but Striker’s grip is too strong. He slams her into the ground, pinning her there as he pulls out a knife and drives it into her chest. Millie lets out a strangled cry, her body twitching as she tries to fight the inevitable. Blood pools beneath her as her vision blurs, the last thing she sees being Striker’s cold, triumphant gaze.*

Striker: *Leaning in close, whispering in her ear* Bye Darlin’.

*Millie’s breath hitches one last time before her body goes limp. Striker stands up, wiping the blood off his blade with a satisfied grin.*

[ni053791]

scribble/redraw dump

[6gumi]

spread ‘em further, baby.

⋆.˚ NSFW . wc. 784 . IL dan heng ( imbibitor lunae ) x f!reader 、size k!nk 、double penetration 、established relationship 、pussydrunk!danheng & big dick!dan heng in da same frame . . . — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ anotha’ sillie thirst ! hehe been thinkin’ about dan heng’s tail keepin’ your legs spread out so nicely since foreva x-x “

IL DAN HENG was a patient man, and you knew that. well, at least that’s what you thought. his patience can be nothing more than a distraction for how he truly feels, harboring his emotions . . . harboring his own wants and his true desires, just to keep himself from losing control. but that brings a question . . . can and could he really control himself ?

this, on your part, was truly a mistake.

even so, dan heng’s heart swelled with gratitude when you put your trust in him. his dick twitched against his body . . . his massive form dwarfing your small frame. his nostrils flaring as he caught your scent, cursing himself for getting aroused by it. his tail flicked gently, providing a subtle warmth that enveloped your body from below. “so small, so perfect.” he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he carefully positioned himself between your drenched thighs, one of his throbbing cocks nudging against your entrance with pure excitement . . . desperate to please you. “ . . . you can handle two of me, can you baby?” you paused and nodded slowly . . . feeling your cunt squeezing around nothing just by thinking about that . . . but hey ? what could go so wrong ?

“. . . i might break you, my love,” dan heng murmured softly against your ear, his teeth biting down your earlobe . . . sliding his two lengths deep inside your yearning hole as the massive girth of his cocks filled you up almost completely. each swift motion of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, the intensity of the experience unlike anything you had ever known. he was big, and you were sure he knew that. despite how big he was compared to you, his movements were slow and deliberate, focused on ensuring your pleasure rather than his own. his powerful muscles flexed with each thrust, his body moving with a primal grace. your boyfriend’s breath came in deep, ragged pants, his mind focused solely on the task at hand. “f—fuck . . . this pussy’s driving me crazy. look, it’s driving them crazy too.”

“d—dan heng . . .” your moans and cries of ecstasy filled his room, your hands gripping his horns as your body arched to meet each thrust. dan heng knew his own satisfaction was secondary to your pleasure, he could feel himself licking his lips when he gazed down and admired your sweaty body beneath the moonlight . . . his powerful form moving in sync with yours, entwined in a passionate dance that transcends the heavens. he explored the depths of your heat, your sweet pussy he’d been craving all day. his size was overwhelming, to say the least . . . overwhelming in the best way possible. his tongue flicked out, licking your neck gently, his breath hot against your supple skin.

“spread them further, baby.”

with a sudden flick of muscles, his powerful tail lifted your legs, spreading them wide . . . the tip of his tail gently prodding your outer folds, providing an additional source of pleasure. your boyfriend shifted his position, granting him better access to your fully exposed entrance . . . positioning you in a way that allows deeper penetration. the warmth of the scales on his tail against your flesh provided a pleasant, almost comforting sensation. both cocks throbbed, the sight of his beloved’s legs spread out like that turned him on. the tip of his first cock nudged against your bud, the swollen head already slick from your previous coupling. with the utmost care, dan heng pressed forward, the size of his dick stretching you once again . . . the familiar friction igniting the fires of desire in both of you.

“you’re s—so good to me, my love . . . so so good.” slowly and steadily, your boyfriend began to move again, his thrusts deliberate and precise . . . this new angle causing delightful sensations to ripple through you both. your hands, that were roaming through his horns, found purchase around his neck, gripping tightly as the pleasure intensified. “you’re so good at taking my cock . . mmh—both of them.” his breathing and yours, completely synchronized . . . his pretty eyes locked on yours while his heart pounded against his ribcage. with a guttural growl, he quickened his pace, in a hurry to fill you up. the rhythm of your lovemaking reaching it’s peak. he could feel his tip brushing against your most sensitive areas, desperate to fuck and find them all. the vidyadhara’s powerful tail squeezed your legs tighter, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor.

“you seem to enjoy the fact that i use my tail to spread you out so nicely . . .” dan heng leaned down, his face close to yours, breaths mingling as his body collided with yours in a passionate dance. “hm . . . should i spread you out wider then?”

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[ruporas]

cheers to the future of humanity (and the future of us)

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. The illustration takes place during the ship/home arc, specifically chapter 21. At the center, Vash is grabbing Wolfwood by the collar and pulls him into a kiss in the middle of a celebration. The pair is colored in vibrant warm hues while their surroundings are colored in cooler colors like green and teals. Luida, Brad, Meryl, and Milly are shown amongst the crowd, occupied in the celebrations as Vash and Wolfwood share a moment by themselves at the center. END ID]

[khytal]

trigun tron au :) (check replies for a doc containing the Lore)

[vrronica-sawyer]

happy Mother’s Day!!!

[vero-niche]

i hope they reveal the trigun stargaze milly redesign soon so i can finally stop seeing people in the tag who never bothered to actually watch tristamp (or even just look it up) bitching about what they did to her every week

[moothemotherfucker]

“He can get hurt?”

[garadinervi]

8 Life. Lo spazio della scrittura, (invitation), Presented by Paolo Della Grazia, Milli Graffi, and Giorgio Zanchetti, Accademia di Belle Arti, Bergamo, March 13-31, 1995 [© Archivio di Nuova Scrittura, Mart, Museo di arte moderna e contemporanea di Trento e Rovereto]

I: 'Poesia concreta in Brasile' with artworks by Décio Pignatari, Augusto Haroldo De Campos, and Haroldo De Campos; II: 'Scrittura visuale italiana' with artworks by Vincenzo Accame, Nanni Balestrini, Ugo Carrega, Corrado D'Ottavi, Emilio Isgrò, Ketty La Rocca, Arrigo Lora Totino, Stelio Maria Martini, Eugenio Miccini, Anna e Martino Oberto, Lamberto Pignotti, Adriano Spatola ed Emilio Villa; plus the videos/film 'Lora di cena da Totino' (1991) and 'Poesia ginnica' (1986) by Lora Totino, 'Scritture d'amore. Mer mère aimer' (1984), 'Love's writings in the wonderland. Mythobiography in three sequences' (1985), 'Si apre la parola' (1988) by Anna Oberto, 'A proposito di Ezra Pound' by Anna Oberto, Martino Oberto, and Gabriele Stocchi, 'V'I-V'IDEOTAPE e Telejournal anaphilosophicus' (1975) by Martino Oberto, 'Luoghi che ritornano' (1994) by Mauro Ceolin, Luigi Ferri, Corrado Fantoni, and Donata Zocca, and 'Non sempre ricordano. Durante la costa dei millenni. Variations' (1987) by Patrizia Vicinelli and Gianni Castagnoli

[rosypenguins]

SPIN-OFF EPISODE 2 SPOILERS!

MY PREDICTIONS WERE WRONG BUT GOD THIS EPISODE WAS SO GOOD OMGGGG ELLIOT’S SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND I LOVE GREEN GANG SO FUCKING MUCH I’M GONNA TRADE MY SOUL FOR THEM.

Lowkey think Dom’s my favorite I gotta draw him in that flower crown he kills it.

ALSO MILLIOT MILLIOT MY BELOVED WHAT IS THISSS THIS IS SO CUTE IT HURTS ME

LIKE LOOK AT HER LOOK HER FACE. LOOK AT HER SHE’S SO GRRRRR

Just wish Milly was allowed to throw hands in this that fucking dickwad bully had the GALL to steal Drew’s slur and hide behind someone’s back like Milly kick his nuts already.

[xenyart]

Heeeyy guysss, I'm going crazy abt smth..(2) 🤸

[yuridovewing]

idk as someone who supposedly “should” relate to blossomfall because both of my brothers are diagnosed autistic while i’m not and they got more attention than me because of that. (which tbf is a much more nuanced situation bc im actually disabled too) i never saw her as anything more than an utterly unpleasant and meanspirited character because the narrative is so disinterested in briarlight’s feelings on the matter and just cares about how disabled people ruin families or whatever

[averagekindergartenfan]

‼️CW: STARING

POV: You're Nathan (+ original bc why not)

[6gumi]

jealous little angel.

synopsis ﹒” oh mr. sunday 、you really need to work on your jealousy ! it was just a prank ! ”

pairings﹒sunday x f!reader

cw﹒ nsfw MDNI. jealous s3x 、rough ! sunday :< 、some possessive themes / tendencies 、usage of petnames ( angel-face、dove、etc ! ) 、wall s3x 、semi-public s3x 、slight breeding kink if yew squint ! ^-^ 、he rips your stockings . . hehe 、we luv possessive sunday !

note﹒hai hai ! ! decided to write for sunday . . . ooh he’s so dreamie . . . he’s such a red flag but i luv him . . . x.x hehe here’s a special taggie for a special someone ! @cubffections | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you would like to talk to me, send in rqs or thirsts, feel free to send me an ask ! — rubi ♡

this party was going to drive him to the edge. sunday can't contain his excitement as he examined his surroundings . . . the anticipation of seeing his beloved made his heart race. he knows you’re waiting for him, dressed in something that's bound to drive him wild. It's maddening, the way you tease him, playing with his emotions. he steps forward, closing the huge door softly behind him. the scent of you permeates the air, and he can't help but inhale deeply, relishing the familiar comfort it brings. sunday knew you were off talking to a few ipc members here and there, so he took his sweet time trying to find you, savouring every step.

rounding the corner, he spots you in profile, your body bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. the sight of you in that red lace nightgown, the way your breasts sway with each step, is enough to make his cock ache. it’s an irresistible sight, and sunday moves toward you with predatory intent. but wait . . . why were you speaking with someone else? sunday’s smile faded . . . lost in the immediate shuffle of emotions as he examined the man that was way too close to you for comfort, that dopey smile on that man’s face wasn’t fooling anyone . . and he was aware of that. his vibrant gaze slowly faded away, clouding the atmosphere with nothing but tension. he clenched his fists as hard as he could, enough for his nails to draw blood to his delicate skin.

sunday really couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. even so, he knew very well you were doing this on purpose just to tease him . . . seeing you having such a great time with someone else triggered a primal protective instinct within him. the way you touched that man’s shoulder . . . those pretty doe eyes of yours staring into someone else’s eyes other than his . . . the way your breasts squeezed together when you crossed your arms, fuck. he couldn't ignore the need to discipline you when you behaved like this, and he knew he had to put you in your place.

with a smooth, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you away from the party, away from your new little friend you made and any distractions. “huh . . . ? sunday?—“

“not another word from you, my love.” sunday tried to act firm . . yet he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping more beats than one at the sight of your cleavage in that god-forbidden revealing dress, the memory of how they felt in his hands coming back to him in a rush. sunday swallows thickly, his gaze locked on your exposed cleavage. he can almost smell your arousal now, faint but undeniable. "what were you thinking? were you trying to seduce that fool?“ he was moving closer. He can't resist the temptation, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek . . . his thumb pressing against your lower lip.

"you know I can't resist you, and you know i can’t stand it when you’re all dolled up talking to someone else but me. have you learnt nothing from the punishments i’ve given you? is that it?” a devilish glint sparkles in his eyes, promising an evening full of sin and pleasure. who knew such an angel like him would have eyes this dangerous. sunday leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "you belong to me . . ." he whispers, taking in the scent of your fragrance, “. . . or have you forgotten that?”

you couldn’t help but shiver against his body, you wanted this as much as he did and he could tell, he knew very well you did. “baby . . . i just wanted to play a little prank on you, ‘s nothing serious . . . promise!” sunday kept his mouth shut as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, tugging you flush against his body. his lips find the nape of your neck, where he plants a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "it is serious when there’s another man involved," he growls, his voice deep and rough with need. “ . . . and you know i don’t share, darling.”

with a hand, he reaches down and eases your pretty lil’ dress up, exposing your ass. his gloved fingers dig into the soft flesh, tracing the curve before giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. "bad, bad girl.” he murmurs, already envisioning the way you’ll shred under his touch. “what am i gonna do with a bad girl like you . .” sunday examines your facial expression, giving your cheek a gentle slap, inserting his thumb inside your mouth. “should i tie your arms around your back? shove my cock inside this slutty mouth of yours . . . or fill you up with my cum? or maybe . . . i should fuck you in-front of everyone else, let them know that you’re mine and mine alone . . do you want that, my love?”

sunday’s lips curve into a wicked smile, and he nods, his hand still firmly gripping your ass. "i wish i can hide you away from the world, angel-face . . . you need to be taught some more.” he warns, his voice thick with lust. “guess those punishments didn’t work on you . . . how pitiful.”

sunday kept your body pinned against the wall, the grip on your ass never wavering, the feel of his beloved pressed against him driving him wild. he knew you both had to be careful . . his little wings would flutter at the loud sound of music from below, there were still people around . . and getting caught was not something he would want. once you both were in the clear, he doesn't waste any time. with one swift movement, he lifts you even further up against the wall, your legs parting to reveal the wetness between them. sunday’s sinful eyes devour the sight, and he can't help the predatory smile that spreads across his face. "such a naughty girl, wet for me already,"

"now, what do you say we do something about that wetness of yours?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive, the air thick with the promise of pleasure and sinfulness. “ . . ‘s not fair i’m gettin’ punished for a prank . .” you murmured, legs trembling under his hold. sunday chuckles darkly, giving your ass a hard slap, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“now, now, baby . . no need to act all innocent," he teases, his hand never leaving your hip . . gently pinning you with his body even more. “i like how feisty you can get, angel face . . . but there's a time and a place for everything, right?" he purrs, his eyes dark with lust. “you won’t be acting all innocent once i fuck you dumb on my cock.” your husband traces his fingers down your chest, pausing to tease your nipples through the lace of the dress. his mouth finds yours, his lips soft as he explores your mouth with his tongue, taking his time to savor the taste of your lips he yearned for all day. when he pulls away, he's breathing heavily. the young male tsked, shaking his head as he reached your chin again, “you know how i feel about disobedience, correct?”

"tonight i’m going to show you who you belong to," he murmurs, reaching for the hem of the dress. with a swift yank, he pulls it over your head, revealing your body in all its glory. “the man you will belong to until the end of time.” sunday’s eyes drink in the sight of your black stockings, licking his lips. "you’re not getting away from me anytime soon, my love, i hope you and your pretty little head realize that.” he asks, his voice thick with desire as he starts to tug the stockings down.

“you’re not escaping me, angel-face.” he growls, his hand gripping the delicate fabric of the pair stockings you wore . . . with a swift and violent motion, he tears them down your legs, the sound of the material tearing filling the empty hall. he relents, pulling back just enough to grip your inner thigh, his grip firm but not oppressive. . . admiring the rip he caused with your stockings, giving him easier access to those pretty panties you wore.

sunday’s eyes gleam with a deranged excitement, gripping your hips, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy . . giving it one painful slap. "you’ll thank me for this someday," he growls before gently sliding himself inside your wet heat, the friction sending shivers down his spine. “you’ll thank me for claiming you, my dove. you will.”

“a-ah . . sunday . . !” the young halovian’s lips curve into a wicked grin as you gasp, the surprise at the sudden invasion of his cock into your pussy more than apparent. he’s not gentle, not this time. sunday needs to claim you, to make sure you knew who owns you in this moment and forever. his thrusts were harsher than usual, tongue lolling out as you were slowly losing your mind already when his cock filled you completely. “you’re mine, angel. you’ll always be mine," he growls, the possessiveness in his tone thick. he pounds into you with desperation to get his message across your head, the rhythm erratic, as if he's trying to claw his way into your soul . . fingers nearly turning white as they dug into the flesh of your hips, pulling them back to meet each thrust of his cock.

his own heat was rising, the scent of sweat snd sex filling the air around you. with how loud you were moaning, he was almost certain someone would catch you both. “let the heat pass through you, and i’ll mark you. i’ll claim you, my love.” he was going to breed you, to leave no doubt that you were his. his thrusts became more erratic, more urgent, as he fights to push aside the thoughts that threaten to consume him. the single thought of his seed filling you only intensifies his need to dominate, to control . . to keep you all to himself.

"nobody will take you away from me. nobody.” sunday grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your tight entrance. sunday already came inside you multiple times the previous times you both had intercourse, but it's not enough. he wants your body to be filled with his seed. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling your cunny with his throbbing dick. sunday’s eyes roll back as he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him once more . . only raising his urge fill you up even more. “s—so tight, so perfect. i wish i could fill you up every day . . let everyone know you’re mine.” sweat drips down his forehead as he drives into you with a newfound fervor. each thrust is a powerful assertion, “easy now . . you don’t want us to get caught now, do you?" his voice is a low, gravelly growl, laced with desperation.

“sunday . . f-feels weird . . feels like i’m goin’ stupid . .” drool slipped away from your lips, a chuckle left sunday’s lips as he slowed down his thrusts . . giving you a moment to adjust to his size again, taking that moment to kiss and mark your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. “you were sent to me by the angels of this world,” he whispers, the possessiveness in his tone unmistakable. “you look so pretty pressed up against the wall like this . . . are you enjoying yourself?”

“fuck . . yes, yes!” sunday’s eyes flare with delight at your whine, your need for him clear, and it makes him even more aggressive in his thrusts. sunday was close, so close. he leaned over your shoulder, his teeth finding their mark on the juncture between their delicate skin of neck and shoulders, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “mine, mine, mine . . ." he whispered against your ear, burying himself deeper and deeper, caging your hands above your head, holding them there as he filled you completely, ensuring that when you cum, you cum for him and only him. he’s not going to let you go.

with one final, brutal push of his cock, the halovian came inside your aching cunny, flooding your walls with his seed. he held you tightly against his body, shifting gently further into the wall. his release was intense, seed spurting deep inside as some dripped down on the floor. he nestled close against your neck, breathing heavily, refusing to let go of you even after he emptied himself inside. “ . . . so tell me, angel face, did you learn your lesson?”

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[alicent-targaryen]

RHAENYRA x DAEMON ▸ Lolita!AU

[tomboyyyaoi]

i need. NEED people to know that multiple bullets (the trigun anthology/badlands rumble manga) is. not canon. like at all. its basically a collection of little trigun fanfics by other mangaka. why have i seen people use it as a source? its not canon at all? why have i seen people talk about the fact "theres another male plant besides vash and knives!" then source that chapter of the anthology. stop that. sorry its not canon. yes unfortunately milly getting possessed by wolfwood live on her and meryls tv show isnt canon, yes unfortunately meryl giving vash a weirdly sexually charged haircut isnt canon. fortunately tho Scary Buff Roided Out Boichi Vash's Adventures With Scantily Clad Random Lady is not canon so we can live in peace