#REM IS THERE :D

[camiliar]

Drinking alone

[tsunosagun]

i flew too high, please catch my fall

[ruporas]

please be true

[ID: Digital Trigun Stampede fanart of Vash and Wolfwood cradling each other. Vash is facing the viewer with his face buried in Wolfwood's shoulder, one hand grabbing at Wolfwood's neck and the other grabbing his arm. Wolfwood is facing away from the viewer and is slightly leaned away, one arm wrapping around to Vash's back, but his hand is hovering, not touching. The background is black with white and red confetti-like and petal-like shapes falling around them. ID END] ID CREDIT

[zeearts]

what love means for the Humanoid Typhoon.

this came to me in a dream, I had to draw it out. Trimax keeps haunting me; if you've not read it yet i highly recommend it 😭

i couldn't resist the call of both Stampede and Maximum's designs so i mixed them a little :)

EDIT: THANK YOU @princess-of-purple-prose for the ID tags!!!

[ID: A Trigun Stampede comic with some design elements from the Trigun manga.

First, Rem hugs young Vash and Knives, who both smile at her. They're captioned "Love is... family and safety in a mother's hug. But also--"

Next, Vash and Wolfwood fight together, Vash looking strained with effort and some black feathers emerging while Wolfwood grins. "Being in sync, a deep trust in having each other's backs in battle."

Vash wraps his torso with a sad expression. "It isn't always reciprocated, but it is also a love for humanity, despite the deep scars it leaves."

Vash smiling as he eats a donut. "Sometimes it is in a donut."

Vash cooks stir fry with a somber expression and almost fully black hair while Livio looks at him with shame from the dining table. "Sometimes it's feeding a brother in the wake of shared grief."

Vash and Meryl kiss their knuckles, smiling at each other as Meryl cries. "To be just a little selfish. Promising your future to another, to return home. To ask for them: 'Please wait for me.'"

Vash and Knives supporting each other post-final battle, their single wings spreading out together. "It is also sparing your brother, despite. It is in saving each other." End ID]

[nihil-ghost]

TriMax Deluxe Volume 3: Trimax Vols 7, 8, & 9

[kitamars]

you did well

[syeniites]

Trigun Maximum vol. II ch. 4 + vol. VII ch. 2

HEY NIGHTOW TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I JUST WANNA TALK

[duncanor]

That's it. I get why I feel Vash killing Legato hits harder in the manga than it does in the 98's anime.

When Vash pulls the trigger he doesn't just break his vow of non-killing to his mother but he also has to accept the death of Rem and Wolfwood at the same time.

When he kills Legato, it's the moment he let them go.

[nexadarling]

Watching tristamp: oh vash has mommy issues

Watching trigun 98: oh vash has MOMMY ISSUES

Reading Trimax: Actually Vash went through an extremely traumatising event at a young age and had to face the realities of humans. Rem was there, as the twins' mother figure, to represent the good. Reconciling humanity's differences is what made him how he is, and he projects that onto Rem. In this essay I will-

[uynumeotp]

Full video here:

[stefisdoingthings]

if i seem cold, it's just because of the heart i lack

[tallerthantale]

Trigun 98 text post memes 14 of ??

[into-the-feniverse]

Trigun Character Cheat Sheet Masterpost 🤞

(Cause I kept making updates to them and it just makes more sense to have them all in one place)

[Last updated: 9/11/24]

All cheat sheets can also be found here: bit.ly/trigunresources

Additional resources under the cut!

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Guide to TriMax Vash’s various outfits by nimpnawakproduction

TriStamp Vash’s arm guide by stepherscorner

TriStamp Vash's wing (compiled by revenantghost)

Tri98 Vash Studio Reference sheets (Reddit)

Tri98 Model Sheets (compiled by amethystsoda)

"The Totally Bitching 'Cross Punisher' Diagram" (angelfire.com)

Trigun Gun model sheets (mrbagel.tripod.com)

Prop Making for Trigun Stampede: Punisher (youtube)

Wolfwood's Motorcycle (comp)

If there’s other characters or items you’d like to see a cheat sheet for you’re welcome to drop a line in my inbox! I can’t guarantee when or if I’ll get to it but I’ll take it into consideration!

(Most likely I’ll get to it when I’m procrastinating on something else, which is often so ✌️ not guaranteed but v likely to happen lol. (Shameless plug but I’ll be more inclined to get to it if you buy me a coffee nudge nudge wink wink))

[remedyturtles]

38 with rise Leo if you're up for it! (Also hi hi I hope you're doing well!)

hey buddy!!!! thanks @fuckedupcleric so much for the prompt! i hope you know that i love you muwah.

wordcount 1.3k, huge tw for self harm, cutting, and hallucinations

38. "Please stop hurting me. Please. Please stop."

Sometimes Leo wondered why he was given a blade. 

The rest of his brothers had rather blunt objects, not including the rather dangerous end to Mikey's kusari-fundo. But Leo carried with himself, every minute of the day, not one but two sharp katanas. He didn't think much of it when they were younger.

But he sure was thinking a lot about it now.

Not like. On purpose. His brain was just a god damn mess after… well. Everything. All his failures lined up in a neat little row. The invasion. All the things that seemed to quite cleanly show everyone he cared about exactly what Hamato Leonardo was made of. 

It wasn't a pretty show. No encore. 

The swords were always at his side. The glint of the blade in sunlight and the cold lick of metal at night. He'd begun to trace the sharp length with the pads of his fingers, feeling the crisp edge. Idly, without much thought, almost meditative. Not even with enough pressure to prick his fingers. 

The promise was enough, just to feel, like stroking the teeth of a beast. There was a bite underneath, if provoked. There was potential. Locked jaw, latched into place, never letting go. 

Leo wasn't going to do anything. That would be stupid. He was supposed to be trying to be better, not worse. His weapons were the manifestation of his love for his family. How fucked up would it be to hurt himself with that?

… how fitting ...

Not that Leo was going to do that. He was merely curious the amount of weight and pressure required to truly injure someone with his weapon. It was an important thing to know, since he was carrying the things around all the time. 

When it was six AM in the morning and he hadn't slept a wink, laying awake and pressing his fingertips on the blade over and over and over and over, just to listen to the promise, just to feel the sing of metal through the small bones of his hand – somewhere in the lack of sleep and the late-turned-early haze, it seemed like a good idea. He pressed that sharp edge braced between both hands against the usually hidden top of his thigh, and pushed. 

Not hard. It made a very thin line. A phantom sting, the appetizer of pain, not even enough to register beyond paper-cut levels. The perfect line looked… well. Like it had been there all along, and Leo was just revealing where it was supposed to be. 

The second attempt was no longer curiosity. He couldn't pretend, when the angle and the pressure spoke of only one thing. Leo wanted to make it hurt.

And it hurt. It bled. He swore, a headrush of sudden understanding, that pain existed right under his skin, he just had to dig it out. 

Leo dug it out. He dug it out. He dug it out.

Maybe there was penance, in the blood seeping from his skin, if he could bleed away sins and replenish into something new. Maybe there was a pledge, in each attempt, like this time it might fix something about him that everyone knew was broken. Maybe there was punishment, because it hurt. 

There was a rush, each time, a chasing feeling. But it did not negate the pain, or the momentary fear replaced by hope, terrible hope. Maybe this time it was too much. How awful and wonderful that would be?

Leo hated the swords, almost rusting with how often he had to run alcohol wipes along the surface to clean them. How impractical they were, when he ran out of surface area to reach without being caught on his legs and had to switch to his arms underneath his wrist guards. Trying to balance the long edge of a sword one-handed and give enough pressure to hurt like it was really meant to was such an incredibly hassle. But it was all part of the lie Leo was telling himself, that this sword, the proof of his connection to his family, had always been a blade because it was meant to hurt himself. To carve him into something better. If only he pushed hard enough. 

Which led to here. Hiding in the bathroom on the floor, trying to find a way to balance his sword for three minutes of release before he returned to the world where he was a fuck-up and a failure, where Raph's eye and Donnie's shell and Mikey's hands were far, far worse off than a few little cuts. Penance. Pledge. Punishment. He breathed shakily, anticipating and anxious for it. Hating that it had turned to carving, like he should be allowed to want. But unable to stop. Perfectly sharp blade humming, the manifestation of his family's love. How apt, how real, how true. Leo set his wrist against the braved edge and prepared to draw across the surface like the graceful bow of a violin. 

"What are you doing?" A soft voice said.

Leo stopped. No, delayed. He flicked his eyes up, body taunt, and saw…

Little legs swinging back and forth. A curious young face leaning over to see better, eyes round underneath red stripes too big for his face. Cheeks still with baby fat, fingers gripping the counter he was sitting on. Hamato Leonardo, or at least, a memory of what he used to be. A child. 

"Go away." Leo told the hallucination, and turned his back. He pulled the blade and the pain sung so loud. 

The child gasped. "Ow!" 

Blood. Leo flexed his fingers to activate the muscles in his arm. A dizzy feeling prickled hot waves from the top of his head downwards. Momentary perfection. Then reality soaked back in, and he readied the blade again. 

"No! Hey!" The young Leo hopped down from the counter and inserted himself in front of his senior, visage hazy but upset. "Stop that!"

Leo grit his teeth. His hand shook. He said, more pointed, "Leave."

"No!" Little Leo stomped his foot, bottom lip wobbling. "I won't! You have to stop! Why are you doing this?"

Leo laughed, cold. The answer to that question would hurt more than what he was about to do. So he sliced again, slow and purposeful.

And Little Leo … wailed. Put tiny hands over his face and sobbed. "That hurts! It hurts!"

Blinking rapidly, Leo watched the new blood appear. Almost dripped on the bathmat before he dabbed with paper towel. There was a burning behind his eyes. Faraway emotions, looking in through a foggy window, pointing out strangers in a crowd. 

His skin prickled. Lightheaded. Heart picking up the pace, tripping over itself, sta-sta-stammering. Almost dazed, desperate for another moment of clarity and release, to chase and chase and chase, dog after its own tail, the blade of love and torment against his skin, and –

"No!" Little Leo scrambled closer, face twisted with ugly tears, pleading, "Please stop hurting me. Please. Please stop."

Leo's hand shook. His breath caught. 

"It hurts." The child told him, hiccuping on uncontrollable sobs. "Please, it hurts. Stop. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please."

His grip trembled. The blood welled and the crisp edge promised its pretty lies. 

"Please stop hurting me." Little Leo whispered. Young and sweet and innocent and right here. Right here. Never went anywhere.

The katana was set down with care. Leo drew his bleeding arm to his chest and heaved for air. He grabbed his supplies but wrapped them with far more care than he ever had before. Shushing quietly between gasps for air, promising, "It's okay. It's okay. You're okay. You're okay."

The small space was quiet. The bathmat spotted with flecks of blood. Leo clutched his arm and rocked back and forth, soothing. Self-soothing. He hummed a lullaby, and shut his eyes, waiting for the after-image to fade.

[bobosbillionsknives]

Autism mom doesn't know she's also autistic .

I can't imagine Knives being the easiest kid to raise 😭. Thers no WAY anyone on that ship was qualified enough to properly care for two autistic alien children !!!

[kavveine]

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