#give vash a donut he deserves it

[cherboxishere]

Tristamp memes to cope with whatever the fuck EP11 was

[cozylittleartblog]

my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves

also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v

i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff

[yuhi-san]

I’ve seen a few posts pointing out how stampede vash lacks the anger that 98 and especially trimax vash has. Which is true.

And it is important. Because vash isn’t the too morally strong or good or kind to be angry or whatever. Vash has a lot of rage about a lot of things. he chooses to be kind despite it rather than not being angry at all.

His sheer determination to not give into anger and choosing kindness over and over again is very important to who he is.

(personally I think that while tristamp vash went through a lot already too, he simply has not quite reached that point)

What I haven’t really seen are post pointing out that stampede vash, unlike 98 and trimax vash, does not cry.

Vash cries a lot. Some of it is for the comedy and because he is dramatic like that and also he isn’t above trying to get pity that way (with little success lol).

But he also cries a lot just… because. I don’t know how to explain it.

Like vash has no shame or inhibition to cry when that’s what he feels. Not gonna lie, I know trimax mostly from spoilers so far (shame on me) but especially in 98 vash cries very freely. He cries when he thinks he will have to watch that ex-mob boss or whatever being shot. Cries after killing, cries after monev kills all these people and he wants to shot him but wont. And so so many more.

Like that time he just suddenly drops his donuts and cries in the middle of the street.

Vash is friendly and sociable on a surface level but he has cut himself off from so much. Keeps so many things on the inside. Crying seems the one thing he doesn’t hold back on. Maybe his only genuine outlet for the pain.

Vash hides his scars, his pain and much more but he never hides his tears.

Vash, in 98 even says ‘is there something wrong with that?’ when the kids note that he is crying despite being an adult.

In contrast to that, stampede vash never really cries. He even states that he doesn’t deserve to.

We see him shed tears just once, at the very end when it becomes clear to him that he can’t save nai and that his brother and him have grown so far apart that he barely recognizes him anymore. He sheds silent tears for nai, for them, at what he certainly believed to be the very end.

Stampede vash is not only a lot more timid than his counterpart but seems overall more repressed and and emotionally dulled/exhausted

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've been thinking about how Vash always seems to be hungry. Or at least, that he's shown eating quite often in the manga. Happily having his salmon sandwiches. Eating an entire box of donuts in the side car. Knowing the conversion rate of bullets to pizza. Seeing a flower and immediately wondering if it's edible. Pondering his life over breakfast. It's a really cute little character detail about him - he likes food.

But then I kind of started to think about the angel arm and its specific brand of destruction. How there were no bodies to be recovered. Nothing but a crater left of July, left on the Fifth Moon. It's all been incinerated. Devoured, even. Tristamp takes it even a step further and makes the power something akin to a black hole - a yawning drain; a constant destructive hunger.

Vash is clearly terrified of this potential for destruction, and for very good reason. But it's not separate from him as some kind of "power he can't control" - it's his arm. It's literally his arm. It is him. Vash is scared of himself, scared of losing control. He does what he can to repress it, even subconsciously (the gaps in his memory whenever it activates). He can't control it in the moment, so he takes steps to preemptively push it down, to avoid the use of his abilities entirely, to hide himself away.

I talked a bit in a previous post about how there are probably several interrelated reasons for Vash's chronically avoidant behaviour, but I'd like to throw one more into the ring and suggest that it's not just a matter of not deserving to want things, but maybe also that he's afraid of wanting. That if he allows himself to even think about what he wants personally that he'll want too much, take too much, and that the only cure in his mind for this is to give and give repeatedly.

I wonder how starved he is for love. Vash loves hard, after all. Once he loves (and I’m not talking about the broad, distant love/compassion he has in general), for better or worse, he carries them around with him forever, long after they've passed. Does he feel like it'd be selfish to admit this kind of want? His love isn't really a passive thing after all - it's the drive at his very core; a mournful inferno he is just barely suppressing. Does he remember how to love in a way that doesn't consume him entirely?

Is that part of the reason he checks out at signs of intimacy? Diverts gifts towards others? Tends to accept kind gestures only when under an assumed name? Intentionally starves himself in Tristamp? Runs and runs and runs? Is he afraid he won't be able to stop hungering? That allowing himself to want means his want will become insatiable?

I just have to wonder how much of his avoidance of connection is being scared that he will cause more destruction (to them? or to him?) by trying to take far too much into his hands than he ever caused by turning his back and running.

...of course I may just be entirely deranged here sorry.

[trigunsbbygirl]

Reverse Isekai HCs with Vash

okay this WAS meant to just be realitively vague general headcannons but it kinda turned into giving Vash a good time after he's spent a lot of time learning about Earth

also got a bit sidetracked on some points😅

•he's very eager to learn practically everything about Earth!! he wants to know how the weather works, the different types of biomes and animals, the cultures and the foods, he watches every documentary and youtube video you show him very intently and eagerly:(<3 he's got the cutest face and reactions when he watches them

•he asks a lot of questions, especially in the beginning! Vash would be really happy even if you gave the most basic answer possible. he kinda looks up to you a lot for the more general information and helping to push him in the right direction for when he wants to learn something

•so start him off light, the basics! there's 7 continents, the different types of weather, biomes and land/waterforms and expand from there! how the biomes have certain weather patterns, the animals and plants you can find there and so on

•once he's used to navigating your computer and you've taught him internet safety and to avoid certain things, he's using it to learn all about whatever is on his mind that day. you'll come home from work or school and he'll run up to you and tell you all the stuff he learned about that day.

•he's really proud and excited about it all so please share at least a little bit of that excitement! even better, if you take the time to learn/refresh your mind with him! even if you're just in the same room with him, doing something else and only half paying attention, Vash is still really happy!

•also!! pls praise him!! it's not easy to be thrown onto a different planet(even if he does know a bit about it) and learn so many new things but he's trying his best!

•one day you came home with a box of donuts and explained that you asked for the next few days off so you and Vash could do whatever he wanted. you even saved up so if Vash wanted to travel to the next city or go someplace like the museum or an aquarium you could!

•at first Vash was really hesitant to accept this, like he felt guilty in a way? he also felt like he didn't really deserve it since he was just learning what every person has to learn in school.

•but after gentle reassurance Vash agrees, and he's actually pretty excited; it's been a while since he's properly hung out with you.

•after thinking over the suggestions you bring up, Vash decides he wants to try going to a spa and getting a pedicure and manicure. he's pretty hesitant to bring it up at first, doubt and insecurities rising in his mind. but Vash thinks about how you said that he deserves love, care and to treat himself. so he timidly asks if the spa would allow him to wear a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, and if they could avoid certain areas during the massage.

•I like to think that during the pedimani, Vash asked for deep blue nail polish that shimmers in the light as a base. then he asks for different red flowers on each finger, except for the pinky, and the thumb being the more detailed one. the artist doing his nails even offers to make a set for his prosthetic.(ngl I wanna try to design what I have in mind msnms)(vash with makeup? just a side idea don't mind me)

•he's very in awe of how much detail you can fit onto such a small space, he can't stop staring at his and your nails. (he begs you to take a photo shoot with him showing off the nails)

•for the next day he wanted to go hiking up to a camping spot you had heard about from a friend.

•Vash takes every opportunity he can to go hiking with you! he's so enamored with the nature on earth. Vash may have heard a lot from Rem, seen grass, flowers and trees, but nothing beats actually seeing all the flora grow in its natural habitats!

•as you two are walking up the trail, Vash takes the time to admire the plants around him. he also carefully picks a leaf and/or flower and puts it into a flower press you had gifted him. (you also gave him a blank journal with it, explaining that he could create scientific pages that talked about each plant he finds or, he could make art with the stuff he pressed.

"that way no matter where you go, you'll always have a little piece of nature with you," you had told him. Vash doesn't want to read between the lines of what you had said.)

•Vash cherishes the book and already almost has it filled up. he found out about polaroids and bought one so he could put the pictures of each plant into the journal as well

•okay onto camping I got sidetracked hmnnrmb

•he offers to carry everything, if not most of the stuff up the trail, the sweetheart <3 but you kindly refuse the offer.(he insists on helping set up the tent and starting the fire though)

•once it's all set up, he's eagerly grabbing your phone and a pair of cheap microphones he found at a gift store.

•Vash doesn't care at all if you're singing is horrible or amazing in this moment, he just wants you to have as much fun as during your little karaoke/concert! be as loud as your heart desires too! hardly anyone comes to the campsite your at.

•and yes, Vash absolutely makes you dance with him! even if it's just you wiggling your body around or just jumping to the beat he's happy! if you're fine with it, he's gonna grab your hands and swing your arms around to the beat.

•does a solo and if the song has any innuendos in it he's doing the most exaggerated sexy movements. (if you've seen any of those dance videos where a person dances giving 10%, 100% and 1000%, he's the 1000% the dork<3)

does the same with songs like Bring Me to Life, exaggerated desperate movements and singing

•after the performance, Vash looks at you with the most serious face he can muster and ask "so, how was my performance?" (basically that one swimming anime dub,) you're glad you recorded the whole thing, and he's glad you're having such a good time<3

•if you give him a performance too he's clapping and cheering you on. he hopes you can't tell how entranced he is with you in that moment, even if you look like a total dork singing off key and doing the weirdest movements. give him a flirty gesture and he becomes a blushing mess.

•if you know any dances to a song, he's asking you to teach him. and he's a quick learner! he may not get it perfectly, but he gets the gist of it and is pretty proud of himself. lights up even more when you praise him

•not to be sad but a part of him wishes the others were here to experience all of this. he knows they would enjoy is so much:( but he doesn't dwell on it too much, the two of you are supposed to be having a fun night so

•anyways once you're tired from all the dancing and singing, Vash pulls out the hotdogs and makings for smores. (he knows how to toast the perfect marshmallow!)(ik this is about Vash, but Wolfwood would set marshmallows on fire until they're black and offer them around, shoving it into people's faces-)

•once you've both had your fill, you both get comfy in the tent. don't worry about being cold! he's a heater!(where was he when I was camping)

•you two talk about whatever comes to mind and eventually you ask what else he wants to do in the future, and he immediately brings up a tidepool documentary he watched earlier in the week. Vash was really curious about all the weird animals he saw, and yeah, you could definitely take him to the tidepools at the beach. that'll be exciting.

[lightnis-moonlight]

someone needs to give Vash this gentle giant of a plant giant donuts! 🍩 He deserves the would!

Your wish is my command! 🍩✨ Here be donuts! ✨🍩

Vash got a little too excited. xd He is wolfing them down as we speak! sfgpjha

Thank you for your ask! Have a wonderful day! <3 C ya! ^^

[miamochi-writes]

Hello ! Im in love with you writing things about wolfwood (my sexy boi ✨✨)"i chose you wolfwood" this really amazing idea you make. Can i request vash & wolfwood (separated), reader make a charm mini of them (of u don't mind reaction them found out they charm been steal and found out the culpit )

I Made a fanart for this have a look 👀

My Twitter : Ryuukami4

Thank you for reading this 👋🥺

PS: this pick i havent post in my Twitter due my *ahem so i like share to you 🤫

A/N: Hi! Oh my gosh I am so happy you asked me to do this! I can't get over how cute this request is! Hope you like it!

Vash:

Vash absolutely loves the little mini charm/plush you made for him. They are practically inseparable as Vash loves having it by his side. So imagine what happens when Vash realizes his little charm/plush is gone.

When Vash realizes his little pal is not in bed with him, he is in full panic mode. He is thoroughly checking the bed and sheets to make sure he's not smothered or lost within the bed. When Vash realizes his precious item isn't there, the anxiety and panic is in full swing. He is frantically searching his room, the bar, the van, and the city. Vash will search every nook and cranny until he gets it back. More likely, he is retracing his steps from the past day. He checks his pockets, coat pocket, bag, bed, sleeping bag, and any item the little buddy could be hiding.

While searching, Vash will ask everyone if they've seen the little mini him. Everyone except for Y/n. He would hate for you to find out that he lost the one thing you gave him. You practically put your heart, sweat, tears, and love (let's face it, it's the truth) into making the charm/plush. So anytime Vash is asking people if they've seen a smaller version of him, he's also asking this:

"Please don't tell Y/n about this. They worked so hard to give me this, and I would hate for them to know I lost it."

Vash is probably putting on the puppy tears when he says that to someone. He's so hard on himself, and believes that he doesn't deserve any gifts of kindness or sentimental value. As he is searching for hours, he finally gets a tip on someone who spotted the little mini him. Apparently, someone stole the charm/plush from his room the other night to make some money. Vash did not want to believe someone stole his precious item. But after following the person in question, his suspicions are confirmed once he spots a tiny tuft of blonde hair and orange specs.

Vash tracks down the culprit and demands answers. At first, Vash will try to hear the person out on why they stole it. After all, I could have been an accident. It'll probably go something like this:

"Hi there! That item you got there is mine! I've been looking for it all day and so glad you found it! It's a gift from someone special. It'd be great if you can give me that back!" Vash says with a smile. If the culprit tries to make a run for it, Vash will follow. After all, he's the best at running after how many years? Vash is relentless and will easily catch up to the person. He'll grab them by the clothing and will say this:

"I said you have something of mine. Give it back." This time, Vash's smile is slightly menacing. He's not playing games anymore and will resort to combat. Besides, Vash is grabbing the culprit with his prosthetic arm. The arm that can withstand any bullets and crush any solid object effortlessly.The culprit finally realizes he messed with the wrong person. They eventually give Vash the charm/plush back and makes a run for it. Vash is happy and relieved to be reunited with his mini charm/plush. Even the little fella is ecstatic to be by Vash's side once more. “Come on little buddy, let's go eat some donuts!" Vash suggests as he puts it on his shoulder. The little Vash is cheering with joy as it cutely chants donuts!

Wolfwood:

Wolfwood was not expecting your little gift to him. At first, he's wondering why you got him something that isn't cigarettes or a drink. Once he sees the little mini version of him, he's speechless. He's admiring your craftmanship and the details you added. Maybe it’s the inner child in him, but he is in awe of the charm/plush. The poor guy was robbed of many things including his childhood. So gifting this handmade item to him is the equivalent of him reliving something he’s lost. He won't admit it, but he treasures it dearly.

Wolfwood loves to take his mini him with him everywhere he goes. When he attaches it to The Punisher, he feels proud showing it off. Plus, the little fella gets to be part of the action when Nicholas needs to scare off enemies. In private, Wolfwood likes to keep his gift in between his pecs. (He will never admit this, and that is why he will only do this in private). His charm/plush "accidentally" fell onto his chest. The little one loves to reside there and feels safe. Wolfwood found it cute, but like I said he is never going to admit that.

Just like Vash, he is attached to the item. So if Wolfwood can’t find his mini him, he is losing his mind. Wolfwood will check his clothes and Punisher to see if it is hiding in there. If he can’t find him, Wolfwood is dead set on searching for the little guy. This man will tear up the place from the ground up so he can find the little Wolfwood. Whoever is in his way needs to steer clear of him. He will rip any room apart so he can be sure he didn't miss anything. If people saw Wolfwood searching right now, they will immediately run or are frozen with fear.

Wolfwood will just bust down doors and demand answers. He doesn’t care if he’s causing property damage. He lost an irreplaceable item and he’s not resting until he finds it. While Wolfwood is searching, he’s making sure to steer clear of Y/n. If word got around that he lost your gift, he would not be able to look you in the eyes. So when he sees Meryl, Roberto, or any other person he bumps into he'll tell them.

"Not a word gets out to Y/n. Got that?! Unless you want to face my Punisher up close, zip it!"

Wolfwood won't stop until he passes by some stranger. He was going to ignore them until he heard a "Nico! Nico!" This man has never turned his head so fast before. Once his eyes landed on the stranger, he noticed a certain bag is swaying. The stranger shushes it and that's enough to raise Wolfwood's suspicions. He will corner the stranger to a building and ask him. "What do we have here? That's a pretty bag you got there. It's almost as if I can hear it talking," he growls.

Before the stranger could answer, the bag called out "Nico!" once more. Wolfwood flashed a death glare to this person. If looks could kill, Wolfwood would have KO’d the entire city. The stranger gulped as he knew he messed up big time.

“So you decide to sneak into my room. Steal my stuff, and think you can get away with it? You better give me a good reason as to why I should let you live and not send you to hell,” Wolfwood demanded. He then unraveled his weapon and pointed it at the stranger. Wolfwood wasn’t about to play games any longer. He set up his Punisher and had his finger on the trigger. The stranger was trembling like a leaf and threw the bag away. The stranger ran for their life as Wolfwood deactivated his weapon.

Wolfwood opened the bag to see his little buddy pop up. The little one was happy to see Wolfwood and called his name. He grabbed the charm/plush and hung him by The Punisher where he belonged.“Good to have you back too. Let’s get back to our room. Also don’t tell any of this to Y/n, m’kay?” Wolfwood spoke as the little one nodded.

[beanibon]

Hi I hope this isn't uncomfortable but could you write headcanons for Vash dating and supporting a reader who had a bad childhood and struggles with touch and being honest about their needs (because they think they'll be a burden and they dont deserve it)? You can delete this if you want have a nice day.

Of course! I'm 100% okay with writing this for you, I'd be happy to do this. I'll try my best anyways 💜

TW: reader grew up in bad home, mentions of depression and anxiety, bottled emotions, touch shy. (Let me know if I've missed any)

This is also set before you meet up with Meryl and Roberto.

Vash is very supportive of you, patient and does his best to make sure you're comfortable wherever you two are, especially when sharing a room.

You felt bad each time he spread his sleeping bag on the floor, knowing he'd be stiff and sore in the morning. But he reassured you it was fine, he didn't mind it at all. You still felt guilty, giving him the pillows as to make sure he wasn't too uncomfortable.

When you two had first met, it was by chance really. Poor Vash had accidentally collided with you running from a shower of bullets, both of you falling to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs.

He apologised profusely, scrambling to his feet and dragging you along with him, worried you'd get caught in the crossfire. But that was the first time he touched you, and your reaction made his heart throb with sadness, finding a quiet alley to let you go.

Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably, tears running down your cheeks. Each time Vash reached out a hand you flinched away, asking him to not touch you.

Vash respected your wishes, sitting besides you to make sure you'd be okay. The poor guy even gave up his last donut in hopes you'd calm down faster (it may have worked).

Since then Vash has shown patience with your fear of touch, asking for consent first before doing anything in regards to you. And you had gotten better yourself, comfortable enough with Vash to allow him small touches here and there.

He'd always tell you how proud he was that you're getting more comfortable with him, healing even if it was a little.

Another thing Vash found out about you was your lack of expressing how you truly felt, and it was something he was still trying to work on with you.

Most of the time he can tell you don't mean what you say, often resorting to mumbles or quiet whispers, that's how he knows you aren't being honest with how you feel.

Tries to encourage you to express whatever you're feeling openly in his presence, you find this hard but you try for his sake. In public you still shy away from tellng him what you think, worried he'd get annoyed that you didn't want to go down a particular busy street, or store.

Again, he's very patient so he'll never get agitated with you for how long your healing process will take, just know he's there for you.

A/N: hope you enjoyed Anon, sorry it was a little short. Hope you have a wonderful day/night 💜

[scoundrels-in-love]

In the morning when I wake, you fill my lungs with sweetness

Vash wakes the last and it gives him a chance to quietly enjoy the view of Meryl working away on an article, dressed in nothing but Nicholas's shirt and the marks they both left on her. M rated for implied adult fun times. Also on AO3.

| Mashwood with some Vashmeryl focus | | They deserve some soft and good times so I wrote them some | Very soft with touch of horny | Pushing fangy Vash purrs agenda | Wedding earrings agenda |

Vash wakes up slowly, awareness dripping in sweetly. There is sunlight pressing on his face even through the curtains but it’s more pleasant than frustrating, a soft scratch of pencil against paper and his toes aren’t hanging off the side of the bed (which isn’t as frequent an occurrence as he would like). 

He remembers it is not the first time he wakes this morning, but in the early hours, he had let the even breaths of Meryl and Wolfwood lull him back into dreamless, warm sleep. As he cracks an eye open, it seems the other two have already started their day. In fact, Nicholas is nowhere to be seen, it’s only Meryl that is sitting down in the middle of the bed.

Before she notices that he’s awake, Vash decides to just take her in - it’s a view he has appreciated a hundred times from different angles and still can’t get enough of. She is wearing nothing but Nicholas’ shirt, buttoned in the same half-way manner he often does, one leg propped up to give base for her notepad and the other half tucked beneath her. He can tell she’s in the zone from the way she doesn’t stop even when she hits a hitch, but scribbles a bracket (a little annoyed, but not enough to pierce the paper today) instead and hurries on to pursue the thought. 

He loves seeing Meryl like this, at ease and in her element, all the while wrapped up in him and Nico - figuratively and sometimes also literally. The thought makes him smile, recall yesterday and slide his gaze up her leg. It’d take little to shift, press a kiss to her knee and then higher, higher still where she would welcome him with a sighed moan and hand carding through his hair. When Nicholas would return with their coffee and food that he’s surely out to fetch, he could join them. 

But then the coffee would get cold and Meryl would get thoroughly distracted from her writing and he can behave better than that. Or at least try to. Vash sits up and moves behind Meryl, pressing a languid kiss to the hickey Wolfwood left on the side of her throat last night (there must be at least a few red marks on her breast and inner thigh where he himself got overzealous, but he will soothe those later). Meryl turns her head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before returning to her writing, though she melts back into him and Vash wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her even more firmly against his chest. 

He reads over her shoulder for a moment, but then gets distracted by her ear and nuzzles into it, enjoying the texture of her warm skin and Nico’s bronze ear cuff. When Meryl doesn’t react, he gets bold and bites the lobe just so, careful not to draw blood with his sharp canine. 

“Vash!” she exclaims with no real fire (the angry one, anyway) behind it and swats at his arm. “I’m trying to work here.”

“And I’m trying not to eat you up whole.” The line makes her snort and roll her eyes (though he can’t see it, but he knows she must have), just like he had wanted.

“Nico should be back any minute now, I think they might even have donuts here.” She pats the side of his face gently over her shoulder.

He is tempted to say they could get started ahead on a different kind of dessert, but decides to settle down and just hold her to him. A sense of contentment blooms in his chest, fruits into happiness that he cannot contain and he lets it overflow into a soft vibration. 

Meryl taps her pencil against the notepad a few times and then sets both aside, shifting so she can look up at him easily.  Her smile is warm and soft, it fills him up even more and his purring, as they've taken to calling it, grows in volume.

Still, he is curious. Always curious about what goes on in her and Nicholas' minds. Their little and big joys, the pains they're determined to conceal and just the way they see the world. So he tilts his head to the side and asks: "What?"

"I just like seeing you happy."

"And you got stuck in writing." He glances at the notes, how she's started writing the same sentence thrice before striking each attempt through. Vash knows it is likely his fault, at least in part, but can't find it in him to feel guilty

"And I got stuck. But mostly the first thing." Meryl shrugs a little, her smile unwavering.

It strikes him then, as it often does these days. She loves me. I am loved.

It is an odd thing, to know that he is loved and believe it. Him, with a bounty over his head and cruelty hounding him down even faster than he can run some days, with his body that is more scar tissue with a roadmap of metal than smooth skin, a body that glows under their love and touches. With his idealism and how unused he is to voicing when he feels less than perfect, which both sometimes frustrate his partners, but never enough to not hold onto him. In fact, they do so even tighter on the days things seem to fall apart. He does the same in return.

There are no words to say this, no words in which to put his own love and gratitude into like a precious, ornate container, so Vash does the next best thing - leans down and kisses her. Sweetly, intently and with all his heart. Meryl responds in kind, her hand cupping his face gently. They don't break apart even when the door opens.

"Now that's what I call a ‘welcome back’ view,” Wolfwood says as he steps into the room, closing the door with his foot as his hands are full carrying a loaded tray of food. Vash pulls away from the kiss just enough to tell him a cheery good morning.

“No need to stop on my account,” Nico shoots back, trying to look as if he is not  hurrying to set the food down and sit down on the bed, but failing quite miserably, at least to Vash’s familiar eye. Besides, Nicholas's nonchalant act is already thoroughly undermined by the warmth in his dark eyes, crinkling at the corners. (He often looks at them like they're the only thing that matters, only thing that makes sense in the world and Vash never gets tired of pouring the same adoration back into him.)

Meryl and Vash exchange a look, grins spreading, before they simultaneously tackle him onto the mattress and give him a proper welcome back, all playful touches and light kisses peppered over his face at first, but soon their hands slip beneath the jacket he's shrugged on for half-assed decency and lips start to linger, explore what little noises they can draw out of him.

Needless to say, the coffee is cold a long time before they get to it. None of them really mind.

[akemi-draws]

Giving Vash the donuts he deserves 🥰

[heroesfan101]

MARQUI 😘💋💋💋💋💋

Hello my lovely :3

Did you know that I am kissing you forever? That every night I hope a sweet warmth envelops your hand? Have you ever been told you are the biggest sweetie pie ever? Are you perhaps aware that u are a precious blessing in this world? Do you have any idea how long your faves have spent thinking about you nonstop? I wonder if you’ve been informed of the fact that you deserve the world and all things good?

Cuddling you and wishing you well always, my dear uwu.

I hope you have been doing okay! I hope you’ve been able to keep warm as it’s begun to get colder 🧤🧣.

If you would like, feel free to share any self ship thoughts you’ve been thinking about lately 🥰🫶🏾

DERE! You are literally the sweetest 😘❤️😘❤️ Forgive me, I had to hold onto this message and cherish it a little longer. Thank you for being so kind. I hope it comes back around to you tenfold! Your faves are always cuddling you and giving you the softest of kisses 💋

I've been doing well. I've had two short work weeks which has been great. This has given me more time for self-ship thoughts! To your point, it has been getting cold lately and I've been feeling very cozy with the faves.

Yuji and I on very cold days like to make cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, always cuddled up as we watch an old movie

Reo likes to take me shopping for a winter wardrobe, holding my hand as we see the holiday light displays

Sugawara and I get a shared pair of mittens since our hands always get cold. With our matching sweaters we can't help but giggle, clearly in love.

Vash and I would decorate donuts Iike turkeys, snowflakes and ornaments. I'm only able to take pictures for 10 seconds before he's biting into it.

Miyuki and I are decorating a gingerbread house, laughing as we smooth the icing out on the roof of the house. Once we finish decorating our respective gingerbread people, he gives me a backhug, feeling undoubtedly soft.

[humanitysong]

[ quarrel ] — our siblings argue over a non-serious matter (donuts)

vash sits on the couch, barely even acknowledging knives presence as the other talks to him ( or rather argues how he very much was in the right to eat all the donuts vash had brought along ).

the plant closes the book he had pretended to read, looking up at knives with pursed lips "I didn't know I had to listen to the opinions of a guy who after 150 years still has shitty taste in treats. if you didn't like the donuts you shouldn't eat them" besides it would only give knives a stomach ache, they've been through this exact scenario already!

...though vash had also taken revenge by slightly messing with things in the house and most importantly : he had put a little bit of sticky sugar on knives piano keys.

because donut thieves deserved sticky fingers !

sibling prompts ( accepting ) // @millionsnife .

[goldendivinewrath]

@forgivenpunishment

He's not completely unaware as the raging fire of pain flickers brightest and then burns a little lower, but some seconds are lost between others. It's all stop motion, strobe off-and-on with all of his senses to get a vague idea of what's happening around him. He doesn't know how Wolfwood reacts. If he reacts. Something tugs at instinct as if to tell him he ought to hide himself more, further than before, but Vash is too exhausted and occupied by pain to care that much, and--

The truth is, he trusts the man in front of him. The man taking care of him. He has from the beginning, even if, even suspecting and then knowing... He trusts the man enough to be exhausted in front of him, to take those few slow, shallow breaths he needs before time moves as it should again, before his perception is more or less as normal. Unfortunately, the only thing he knows to be true is that something is... off. Slightly. Unaligned, but not disastrously so, which means it can wait to be examined.

Still trying to convince his entire abdomen to stop trembling so he can breathe with a little more regularity, his words are shakier than he means them to be, but he's technically capable of a complete sentence again. "'Kay. Gonna hold you to the donuts." Of course that cuts through everything else, a nice thought to cling to even if he's not too serious about it. It's almost, almost as if he hasn't heard a single thing about the mention of a date.

Part of that is because, even injured and exhausted and certain that he hasn't been lectured enough for the night, he still has the tendency to be a little shit from time to time (or often). The other part is just trying to wrap his mind around the thought, the idea, and the way he can just see how Wolfwood's face is flushed to the point where it's almost medically concerning. Well... well. He shifts a little with a hiss of pain, wound healing but far from not being painful, steeling himself to look and sound very serious. "I have to warn you, though..." Vash doesn't play it up too much, the wheeze in his breath and the little flinch as he tests whether or not he'll be able to stand on his own very real. "I don't kiss on first dates."

He won't be surprised if Wolfwood takes a swing at him, honestly, and he'll probably deserve it, but he also manages to play himself when a laugh leads to a groan almost right away. Karma, possibly, and it's all fun and games until--

He looks down at the wound, making sure he didn't just accidentally undo everything done for him as he thinks about whether or not he'll actually be able to clear the edge of the bathtub on his own. He's done worse, hasn't he? (He ignores the little voice that sounds suspiciously not his own that tells him that just because he can doesn't mean he should.) Voice still slightly rough with pain, it still manages to convey all the warmth and gratitude that he means to give the words. "Thanks, Wolfwood. I... think I'll be alright?" Which is something that maybe conveys his exhaustion more than anything else, because surely the other man can see right through the words.

It could be a stalemate, for a while. He could go on for several rounds of both of them insisting, arguing, convincing and maybe by then he would be healed enough to do it all on his own without risk. Ultimately, he huffs a breath up into his flopping hair and temporarily surrenders a little further. "Staying in my underwear alright with you?"

@goldendivinewrath

As Wolfwood tends to Vash's wound, something triggers a fear response—the fine hairs on the nape of his neck rise stiffly, and he's not sure he wants to know the reason why. Did someone break into the room? Gunshots? He didn't hear any—

Then he looks up.

He looks into the eyes of the beast, the teeth, the claws, oh, God—

—No, no. He trusts Vash not to harm him, even as the Plant raises his claws and—

It all stops, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Is it relief? There's a little part of him—actually it's a fairly sizable part of him—that wishes Vash went through with it. It's not like the pain would last very long, and he wouldn't kill, and, shit.

The undertaker shifts awkwardly on his knees, adjusting himself, then returns to the task at hand. Now is not the time for that kind of reaction. Even if he wants those claws and teeth to—

—Nope. Not humoring that.

"Yeah," he squeaks, his voice croaking from the emotions he just experienced, "I'll get you at least two dozen. Sounds nice—we go out, get lunch, go shopping for shirts, hell, that's practically a whole date—"

What.

'Shut up shut up shut up shut up shutupshutup—'

Wolfwood gulps down air, his face steams a dusty rose color. What the hell is he thinking? Where did that come from? He's always repressed any feelings like that, he was even getting pretty good at it even with Vash testing him with every turn—God, he needs the fucking pillow separator between them in bed, who's he kidding.

Coughing loudly to distract from the slip up (and hopefully, hopefully, hiding the strong mauve blush coloring his cheekbones and ears), he returns to the wound. Right. The wound that's beginning to clot—thank God. The edges begin to scab over; it looks like it'll heal in a couple hours, give or take.

"Right, um, I did what I could down here. You're starting to scab over, so it looks like you're healing as normal. You should probably still take a bath though, just so you can get the grime and sweat off of you."

He stands to full height before bending over the tub, running the faucet 'til the water's hot, then plugging it so it fills. The air of confidence he had earlier seems to have waned with the couple of slip-ups that he just graced Vash with.

"I can, uh, leave if you think you can get in the tub on your own. Or get undressed on your own. If you want your privacy, anyway. I can also stay and help, or you can stay in your underwear, it's up to you. Whatever you're comfortable with."

[severalspoons]

Made With Love

I started thinking about Meryl and cooking, speculated that she would love to bake, and...this happened. Itty bitty slice of life and character history, at 559 words. G. Meryl/Vash, sort of.

Thanks @badwolferosewrites for beta reading!

Tags: #slice of life #character study #friendship #character backstory #speculation #headcanons #meryl’s love language #the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?, #meryl and millie deserve more attention 

Meryl loved to bake.

Baking made sense. When you made a cake, you always used the same amount of each ingredient, added it in the same order, mixed it the same way, and baked it for the same amount of time at the same temperature. You were always rewarded with the same texture or taste. If something unexpected came out of the oven, there was always some error in following the recipe you could trace back to its source and correct. Meryl was good at that, once. Now, she made few mistakes.

When Meryl was a little girl, she helped her mother bake the family’s weekly bread. Her small hands held her mother’s as they measured out sugar and sifted flour. Before long, she was doing it herself. Meryl loved the smell of the yeast, the way elastic dough sprung back into her hand when she poked or punched it, the feel of stirring and pulling and rolling and braiding the dough. Her mother’s voice was ever in the background, and her hands.

When Meryl’s mother could no longer leave her bed and her father made the bar his second home, Meryl baked bread alone, standing on chairs to pull the heavy jars of flour and sugar out of the kitchen cabinets.

These days, Meryl hated baking bread. She almost never made it. She baked lemon bars, tea cakes, and scones; coffee cakes, cream puffs, and cookies. She loved the subtle fragrance of poppy seeds, rose, lavender, and cardamom. 

Meryl believed in tea, and to her, tea meant pastry, ideally with a little jam and cream. It was one of those small luxuries that kept you sane, like her precious Prada purse.

Milly knew it was love when she found Meryl elbow deep in flour, making bread for Vash the Stampede.

Meryl had been friends with Milly since they were children, but Meryl had never baked her bread before.

“I don’t think he’s eating enough on those stupid desert journeys of his,” Meryl fretted, taking out her concern on the buoyant dough. “Man can’t live on toma jerky alone.” She scowled at the table strewn with baking ingredients and measuring cups. “Hey Milly, can you help me put that flour up in the cabinet?”

Milly did so. 

“Can you help me knead this dough? Give it a good punch. Yeah, just like that.”

“What about donuts?” Milly asked, innocently. 

“Milly, I’m surprised at you. Do you want him to get fat?”

But after the bread was in the oven, Meryl began making donuts, muttering as if it had been Milly’s idea and she disapproved. Milly stood by her, chatting and putting the sizzling fried dough on a plate to cool. Milly loved watching Meryl cook;  it reminded her of home. Meryl loved the company. When either of them seemed sad, Meryl would insist her friend help her in the kitchen.

“Now, Milly, don’t let these cool too long,” Meryl fussed. “We want them to be nice and fresh when we put them in the box, okay? It won’t be right out of the oven, but it’ll be as close as we can make it.”

“Yes, Sempai!” Milly scrambled to help Meryl box up the donuts. 

If Meryl couldn’t follow Vash, then her cooking would. She hoped it would fill him with all the warmth she could never speak aloud.

[deadlydevotion]

Knives had done much to reinforce the opinion of a terrified and long abused boy but this at least hadn't begun with the Plant. It was something Legato was going to have to rationalize and recover from himself regardless of Knives' change of heart. Certainly he and Vash had made it possible for Legato to even try, but it wasn't an easy thing, to release his grip on so much hate and fear.

Knives had experienced the abuse of humans through others, Legato had experienced it all himself. It stuck all to well to a then still developing psyche.

Still, even the mental sound of his first name from Vash makes the small smile grow and a flicker of warmth bloom in his chest. It dims a little as Vash continues but it's not quite enough to crush it out again.

He is changing. Far more drastically and rapidly then he had ever thought he could. He's a stubborn man, he knows this much, but everything since meeting the young Stampede had been pushing him to give ground, to shift his standing an inch at a time. But still...

'What about the ones that can't change? Or those who won't?' He picks up a cream-filled donut this time, staring down at it while he 'spoke'. 'The ones who kept me, who used me for sport... You would say they deserved to live, wouldn't you? They never changed but if they did, would that mean I would have to face them and forgive? Is that what would be expected of me?' He takes a bite, head tilted forward to hide behind his bangs.

'I couldn't do that. Just the thought makes me sick. To absolve them of what they did to me and to others... I wanted them to hurt. That wasn't something they did out of desperation to survive.'

Neither does Legato feel like this is truly an argument, regardless of the obviously clashing ideologies. This is his opportunity to learn how Vash can stand to help the same people that hurt him so badly before. If Vash is better then he is, surely there's something to be learned from how he rationalizes it, right? If he's going to live here with Knives, with his changed opinion, helping him learn to love humanity, then he's going to have to learn how to stop hating them. If he's going to be friends with Vash he has to learn how to concede ground somewhere.

Maybe if he learns how to stop hating humanity he'll learn how to stop hating himself too.

While the Plant's happy to listen to his friend in patient silence, his sadness still shows in his eyes and the sympathetic wrinkle of his brows.

It's a pleasant surprise to hear the news of Knives' spoken change of opinion—Vash hadn't known of this, only knowing the older Plant to have been on the fence, previously—but there's still obvious damage done to Legato's perspective of the world and of his own kind.

[Legato], Vash's inner voice hums, paired alongside a brief closed-eye smile. [Think you've answered yourself, already. Humans can change; and they want to change. They're constantly transforming themselves into being better, using that capacity to learn, and to decide to move forward. That path isn't one they'll wanna repeat.

[The way you're talkin' about Earth, 's like you think of it as a place where humanity had everything they'd ever want. Not so, I'm afraid.]

Vash tilts his head in a partial shrug. He reaches for a cream-filled donut, munching on it while continuing to send his thoughts through the connection.

[But explanations'll be different from experience. I know that tellin' you all this is like sayin' there's a new color you've never seen before; or trying to describe how cream-filled donuts taste if you've only had jelly-filled. You gotta let 'em try, and you gotta yourself try, too.]

By technicality, this conversation's an argument. But the Stampede hardly feels like he's being attacked. In the company of a friend who needs him, it's easy to keep his friendly attitude going.

[typhoonvash]

Vash squawks in alarm, flustered already. It's kind of Knives to get him donuts, but... but—!

"He's not mine, Knives," Vash corrects, graciously taking the box in hand and setting it on the desk, "He owns a bakery. You know, like a business? You could go see him any time. I don't own anyone." Nevermind the other sense of the term being... perhaps a bit too endearing than he deserves.

Wolfwood looks uncomfortable. He must still be mad about what happened when they met and all of the misunderstandings... Man, he really screwed that one up. The one time he makes the mistake of trying to make a friend, and he doesn't even do that right. He and Knives were having a fine conversation until Vash came around. If Knives wants Nicholas... that's fine. It's fine! It's perfectly, utterly fine.

Vash is nothing more than a liar. Vash deserves every scar he's given. Vash deserved to have his arm—

He blinks twice, coming out of a trance with the shake of a head. His hair bounces with the motion. On his face he plasters his well-practiced smile, the one he gives his siblings every time they come around, and looks up.

"You're welcome to stay longer as our guest if you want to, but don't let Knives pressure you," Vash pats Wolfwood's shoulder, then reaches down for a donut.

"You two seemed to be hitting it off," he states, and even while chewing on the donut he cannot hide the icy accusation within his words. "But if you want to leave I'm sure he can send you off with a generous tip."

...The donut just feels dry in his throat. Maybe he'll never order them again. Vash's relationship with this baker would've been better left anonymous. Maybe... he should just stay in the ship, as requested. Still, he has a smile to maintain, so he just tries to focus on the chocolate frosting, the glaze, anything else. Once Nicholas leaves, things will go back to normal, sans delicious bakery.

That's just what a worthless Plant like himself deserves. Nothing. No one. Just the Doctor and his scalpels and tools. Once he finds out about this... well, maybe he won't come out sentient anymore. Who knows?

Well now, he just feels like a damn fool. It’s not like Vash is some sort of damsel trapped in an ivory tower and even if he were, it isn’t his problem either. They barely even know each other outside of Vash’s orders to the bakery that come in every so often like clockwork. 

It was one time. The only time, according to Vash. If Knives was telling the truth, then this I shan’t! I shouldn’t! business with the world outside this fancy tin can would be the second lie. 

Vash bustles on before he has a chance to revisit their previous topic of discussion.

“Hey, Blondie,” he responds, unable to prevent the miffed tic in his jaw as he turns to tip his head in greeting. Vash stands there, blinking with his big blue eyes and Wolfwood squashes the flutter in his throat. What the hell is going on here? If either of them are expecting him to sing and dance for their entertainment, then they’re sorely mistaken. 

“Yeah, they’re all yours.” Wolfwood holds out the pink box for Vash to take. 

Once the box leaves his hands, Nicholas tries not to weigh in too deeply on the awkward silence that takes its place.

“Riiight. Well. Can’t afford to leave the bakery unattended for long, so…If one of you boys wouldn’t mind telling me the way out…” Wolfwood starts edging over to one side of the room in hopes that he can make it to the door without anyone yanking him by the scruff of the neck.