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[mydetheturk]

These are some of my wips for @organsoutsidelovinglydescribed's Trigun Body Horror Week!

i thought about making separate posts but that's a lot more work than i want to do right this minute, so i'm going to a blanket warning of: gore, blood, ... alien weirdness of varying degrees, and frankly erotic organ touching. all the pieces are going under a cut due to the varying levels of the aforementioned warnings, with more specific warnings with each snippet.

heed the warnings and enjoy!

Major tags for this first piece, a dominai fic, where two independent plants sharing one body poke around with the nervous system; it's gonna be rated e for a combination of "domina splits knives like a peach (sexy)" and "whatever's going on there is definitely xeno". Alien weirdness, is all I'm saying. shockingly tender, but alien weirdness nonetheless.

Domina doesn't talk about most of them. Doesn't like to think about how people – humans entirely too full of hubris – cracked her open to see what made her tick. She knows she's lucky she lived. She wears the scars as badges that say “I lived.” The scientists who'd carved her rib cage open like she was so much meat had the audacity to be shocked when Domina reached out to someone else to ask for help. She'd been young then and should still be young now. Now, she's dying. But she's not alone anymore.

Crimsontrip/Crimsonfang with shockingly erotic organ touching. Shockingly tender? The boys are having a Time and if you ask Elendira about it she'll gut you. Warnings include: blood, viscera, insects, mildly graphic medical descriptions, and hints of past traumas. organs and gore as well.

Elendira returned to their side. “How much of this are you feeling?” she asked. Finally, a clearer workspace. She slid her fingers along organs, gently pried them up from where they were tucked in Livio and Razlo’s musculature and viscera. “Wish we could feel more of you,” one of them said. “Bet it’d feel pretty great, havin’ your hands all up in us like this.” Elendira paused with her hand cupping her fools’ liver. She kept her hand on the organ and leaned up and over to press her lips against theirs. When she leaned back up, her lipstick stained their lips a bloody red. “If you two weren’t so fucked up right now, I would slice you apart like a succulent fruit and take you apart one piece at a time.” “Oh.” Elendira peppered a few kisses on their face, leaving marks there. “We’ll have to do this part again, my loves.” She went back to searching, pulling dead worms from inside of them and dropping them on the floor. Worms crunched under Elendira’s feet as she moved. Livio and Razlo’s organs were slick under her fingers. “I have you.” One of them made an almost kitten-weak agreeing noise.

this next piece is from a fic ive been sitting on for two months, I've described it as "a comically biblical amount of insects brings a fallen angel of the lord to climax" and have gotten several people to lose their minds at that phrasing. its less comical, but really, what do you expect from knives of all plants? Warnings include: insects, alien fuckery, xeno. shockingly little gore in this, or at least this part of the fic - knives and zazie have a tussle in the larger fic and bugs are eaten. plants are predatory, imo. it explains their teeth.

Zazie does-doesn’t understand, doesn’t-does understand in a way that is wholly inhuman, a collective, not an individual. Knives is an individual of a collective, a single voice just out of harmony with the rest. Zazie fills the ache, guts him to the core, while Knives claws at Zazie’s carapace, digging trenches, and hissing-clicking and reverberating loud and hard enough to stun many of the small Worms, collapsing them into the sand. Zazie is hot against him, still holding Knives’ face in their mandibles. A mockery of a human kiss. Plants don’t kiss that way and Worms have no need. Knives goes for a headbutt but only taps his forehead against an empty space between Zazie’s endless eyes. Between one breath and the next he reaches out with that part of him that sings with his sisters and touches Zazie’s Whole. Knives burns.

And lastly, a bonus fic for the week, one that i hadn't planned on writing originally but it's getting written anyway, yet another knives vivisection fic. this one's a little different - 2nd pov instead of my usual third person. Warnings for this include: medical horrors, knives having a panic attack, false reassurance that someone's ok in a bad way, more alien freakiness, and Dr. Conrad's special brand of unhelpful bedside manner. eye trauma as wel,

The doctor – false, liar, ripped the creature that should’ve been your older sister in two – looks down at you. A scalpel drips with your resin. The clearest words you’ve heard are spoken. “Subject Knives, this part you might feel.” The blade descends. You stop breathing. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. There is pressure but it doesn’t hurt. It should hurt. A knife, silver in appearance. Blade only an atom wide, perhaps more. It slices the doctor’s cheek but melts as soon as it does. The doctor’s blood drips. It mingles with your resin, pools where the scalpel has sliced open your eyelids. [Well done little brother! You just have to do that harder next time!]

I hope you enjoyed the pieces here and i cannot wait for body horror week to start 💜

[vrtlkm]

HK Mimic Moths: Xero

Similar to Lurien, Xero is also a Hollownest immigrant. He arrived with his mother when he was  just a grub. Unfortunately, the trip across the wastes greatly weakened her, as she gave most of their limited food and medical supplies to her child to make sure he would survive. His mother literally collapsed at the entrance of Dirtmouth and was found by a moth couple. Though they did their best to save her, she passed on mere days after arriving. The couple then took in her young son and raised him as their own, no differently than any member of the moth tribe. 

Xero’s parents, based on his mother’s appearance, initially believed that he was some species of ant. When he ended up sprouting wings, however, they began to theorize that he was some type of hybrid, which could explain why his mother was alone and not safe with her colony (I head cannon that though there are some ant colonies who may allow other members outside of the queen to reproduce, they DO NOT allow breeding with outside species). In truth, Xero is a type of wasp known as a red velvet ant or cow killer ant. The females are wingless and can be mistaken for ants and only the females have a stinger, so no cool stinger for Xero. 

Though Xero’s parents initially kept more to their tribes old traditions, they were not as strict or as inflexible as many of the members of the traditionalist faction. Initially, their alignment fell between the traditional and neutral factions. Due to this, Xero’s closest friend growing up was Markoth, whose own mother was firmly in the neutral faction of the Moth Tribe. However, as time past, the zealotry and conservatism of the Traditionalists increased, which began making life very difficulty for Xero as he was not a moth, for all he was raised in and practiced their traditions. Unwilling to see their son suffer from this prejudice, Xero’s parents switched over to the reformist faction of the Moth Tribe, abandoning their former religion and culture for that of Hollownest’s. 

Though Xero and Markoth continued their friendship, it began to become more and more strained as they reached adulthood. Xero, like many of the Traditionalists and Reformists, grew frustrated with the Neutrals not picking a side, seeing this as a weakness of character. They still consider each other friends, but Xero and Markoth are much more distant from each other now. 

Xero currently serves as a knight for the Pale King and he aspire’s to become a member of the Great Knights. This is something he is closer to achieving than he realizes, due to his exemplary service and prodigious skill. However, though he buries it deep within him, Xero resents the prejudice his parents have suffered (though they try to hide it from him) and also feels bitter about being forced to abandon the traditions and culture he was raised in.   

Below is a picture of Xero’s species:

[ba1laur]

old triguns. those drawings are like. ten millionyears old to me sorry

[cranity]

My cover for @lovepeacezine!

[karlydraws]

SPYGUN: ESPIONAGE AU

If someone's gotta do bond girl who else would do better than Woowoo

[villtura]

CRIMSONNAIL

[bnnuycafe]

some trigun art from last year!

[perennimal]

Trimax got me bad man…

Knives is based on my favorite iteration of his concept art for stampede I’m literally wounded they didn’t go with it I weep

[camiliar]

Elendira // Trans Trigun Week

[maomango-doodle]

Long gone...

Yippee! Here's my comic for @trigunreversebang! It's a Midvalley-centric AU idea I got to work on with the amazing @littlebirby >:D They wrote a captivating fic for it, check it out here!!

[moongieart]

tried my hand at her design 🏹

[radiomomo]

Love me some gung-ho gun fam

[ni053791]

wip + redraw dump

[sarcasticmothdraws]

Concept art elendira was all I drew yesterday

[uselessimpulses]

western dual music in the background the girls are fighting

[ocdhuacheng]

transgun.