#happy late birthday vash and knives

[isolabellz]

something so melancholy about growing up and not being able to share the piano bench anymore

[drag00ni]

Happy birthday (drew this on their birthday i just forgot to post here..)

[crowkae]

HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY TO VASH !!! 🎉<3

(and knives too ig... I just didn't have time to draw him)

[yash-pang]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE AND BELOVED TRAGIC PLANT TWINS

gonna post a late birthday art because school : (

happy bday to vash and knives 🤞❤️

[eva-birdman]

I sketched this yesterday but didn't have the energy to finish it so

Happy (late) Birthday Vash 🎆🎇🎉

and knives I suppose

[stillmevalz]

Damn

I should have posted this on the boys' birthday 😔

Well never too late.

Happy belated birthday Vash & Knives!

🥳🎉💣🌃

[the-kirbe-anon]

OH MY GOODNESS I'M LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY VASH AND KNIVES

YOU ABSOLUTE CLOWNS (AFFECTIONATE)

[fictionkinfessions]

I hate how narrowly I missed our birthday. If I had seen that image of us just a week sooner.

It's been eating me for the entire month, and if there's any time to get it off my chest before I sulk for the entire rest of the year, I suppose today would be fitting enough.

Happy late birthday, my Vash.

I miss you, more than words can describe. I hope writing this somehow lets you know, wherever you are, that I am thinking of you.

— Millions Knives (Trigun Stampede) (sorry it's last minute, but if you could post today (Aug. 21st) mpc, I'd be eternally grateful)

[millionsnife]

Vash approaches Knives with a hat box wrapped in glittering red and a yellow bow on top. He looks bashful about it; he hasn't given his brother a gift in a long, long time.

"I... kinda did a deep dive to find something for you that I liked. Wanted it to be unique. So... I took a few odd jobs and made sure it'd at least be memorable."

Inside the box was an authentic cowboy hat made of black leather, soft to the touch. Custom embroidery of his brother's signature steel knives lined the upturned lips of the hat, a metal braid sat comfortably around the top of it.

"You mentioned wanting one as a kid. It's about a century and a half too late, but better late than never, right? Happy birthday, Nai."

"You're a moron." He's wearing it immediately, ignore him. "Thanks. Got you something too." It's a sandwich.

His sandwich, specifically.

"Come back after lunch for the rest of your present."

[adventures-written]

Knives had been planning and preparing for this moment. Carefully constructing how he would present his piece to Vash. A piece of both of them. Something to let him know he was always there, right by his side. Vash was the most important thing in his life, after all.

It took a delicate hand to craft this gift. Something Knives did not always have, especially as of late. He had to harden himself to the world, and with it went a lot of the softness he once held. However, it always seemed to return around Vash. He was a weak point for the Independent. The one thing he always strived to keep safe.

He held the carefully wrapped box in hand, wondering if it was enough. Would Vash enjoy it? Or would it be a sour reminder?

Frowning, his brows knitted with thought. It was their birthday. He never saw a point in celebrating it. It was always Rem and Vash, yet here he was, worrying over some silly gift.

He was brought back from his train of thought as he heard Vash approaching, the wishes of a happy birthday quickly slipping out. Seeing his smile instantly made Knives smile. His was so warm and soft, something he had been greatly missing. “..Happy Birthday, Vash.”

As Vash presented his gift, he was surprised. It didn’t even occur to him that he would do something for him. He took the box that Vash had offered to him, holding it in hand and wondering if he should open it.

Of course he should.

He tried to open the box with a careful hand, hoping to not rip open the packaging. He didn’t want to break whatever was inside. As he peers at the item, his eyes widen. This was -- “You made this?” he carefully picked it up from the box and held the necklace carefully in hand. Gold was not really his color -- but this was different. This was made specifically for him.

Hesitantly, he offered the box in his own hand to Vash. It was small in size, but big enough to hold something weighty inside. “This -- it’s for you.” Once he had taken it, Knives would work on putting the necklace on himself.

Within the box that had been given to Vash was a carefully wrapped musical locket. The outside was decorated with an intricate pattern that resembled Knives blades, and flowers that looked like geraniums. When the locket was opened, it would softly play their song. A soothing tune that Knives had hoped would be pleasant for Vash.

Happy Birthday Nai!

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — » （ ✗ ）@adventures-written

Vash had been wondering what he could do and what to give Nai for their birthday. For a few days Vash had debated on what he could do until an idea popped up into his head. The gunslinger takes a piece of metal shaping it into a circle and cutting into the middle. Next was something to put into it ...

He didn't like using this power but for the sake of making his brother happy he did. Creating a branch he cut off a thick section of it with a flower attached. Surprisingly it didn't hurt that much to not at all. The blonde started carving, thinking of his brother at each movement of his carving. If love wasn't put into it then he had convinced himself that Nai wouldn't like it. After completing the circle he glues it firmly to the metal. Last was the finishing touches. plucking a petal from the flower he grew he places a few tiny pieces of the petal and puts it in resin, placing the wooden ring on top.

Once it is cured and hardened he sands it down and threads a gold chain through it. He smiles at his creation but is nervous if he will like it. His brother never wore anything and on second thought Nai might not like his gift.

--

The day of their birthday and Vash is actually quite nervous. Would Nai like it? Would he wear it? Would he be upset somehow? would he call it useless? Will he refuse to celebrate their birthday? Vash digs his hands in his pockets, his hands nervously shaking as he approaches his brother with a smile.

❝ Happy Birthday Nai! ❞

Vash says with a grin as he grasps the box in his hand. He gulps nervously before pulling out the small box and offering it to him.

❝ I ... Made it myself I hope you like it. ❞

[plantfell]

It's rare to find Knives simply wandering around the city streets. A bad habit that's carried over from his universe and the days where mingling among the "maggots" that infest the cities of No Man's Lands made him nauseous. These days, Humans still make him uncomfortable, but nowhere near the degree that they used to. Working at Club Euphoria has helped, as has the general strides he's been making towards becoming a better person.

There's also the fact that Knives isn't wandering aimlessly, but with purpose. As August fast approaches, so too does Legato's birthday. A birthday that he's woefully under prepared for. He hasn't even found a gift yet, but he's hoping to change that today. Hoping being the operative word. He knows there's a few things his partner has shown an interest in lately, but Knives hasn't bought a present before and he feels a bit of pressure to get it right.

Legato would probably be happy with a blank sheet of paper or a blade of grass, as long as it comes from Knives. Which means he has to be extra sure that it's a truly good gift. The perfect gift.

That's Knives' plan, at least. Then he notices something reaching out from an alleyway a little ways ahead of him. It doesn't feel like a plant, but it's shape is reminiscent of their feathers. Reaching out doesn't yield the familiar feeling of his siblings, but neither does reaching out to the younger Vash.

Knives tries to think rationally about it. The chance that it's another plant is incredibly low, given what he knows about their universes. Plus, there's nothing particularly unique about having feathers or angelic features in the grand scheme of the universe, but… It doesn't stop his heart from skipping a beat. Nor does it stop him from speeding up as soon as he decides to investigate the source of the feathery tendrils.

In the alley, there's no obvious sign of the tendrils source, but it's not hard to follow them until he finds it. Though, the closer Knives gets, his pace begins to slow. Despite the growing apprehension, he doesn't stop until he's standing over a young man; somewhere in his mid to late teens, if going by human standards.

Looking at the young man among the rubbish, it does almost look like an independent plant losing control of it's gate. The tendrils even seem to be originating from the young man's arm, just like his and Vash's Angel Arms. Unlike a plant, however, there's no pressure to the young man's presence. His clothing also doesn't look like anything that might come from his or the other universe. It's more akin to the older eras of Earth fashion, but not quite.

Knives realizes after a few moments that he should probably say something, instead of leering at the young man like a researcher discovering a rare bug. Maybe something reassuring or some offer of help. Something to calm the clearly distressed young man.

"Are you a plant?" Knives asks.

Well, there was no line of people ready to claim Knives had good bedside manners and it seems that the young man wouldn't be the first. Oh well, at least Knives is trying to help. Probably.

@plantfell || Thread 01.

He must've blacked out. Again. These episodes were becoming more frequent. He should be worried. He knows who the man in the mirror is now, after all. But the man — the Fourteenth — is silent once more.

...His arm hurts.

He blinks, slowly, sucking in a breath as awareness to his new environment rushes in all at once. This was not headquarters. What the hell? Where was he? He doesn't recognize the alley he's woken up in. Then again, he's never been the greatest at identifying where he was at a given moment. The materials... seemed to be a little too sophisticated compared to what he's used to. Like the world in his dreams. Like the Arc. He supposes his unwelcomed roommate must've managed the strength to walk him this far. There's a strange device in his coat pocket. He ignores it, for now. He has other priorities.

He can't stay here.

However, his body seems to be committing mutiny against him. His arm — his Innocence was acting up. Why? He grits his teeth, and actively forces himself not to look at the writhing mass of... he's not sure what Crowned Clown is doing. It scares him. He doesn't want to acknowledge it. But he can't help but catch glimpses of whatever it's doing from the corner of his eye; feathery tendrils reaching skywards, likely clearly visible from outside the alleyway. Like a signal. But who — what — was it trying to call? He grips his shoulder, as if that'll force it back into a more solidified shape, alleviate the discomfort somehow. It doesn't.

Maybe he should call out for help... Except he doesn't even know where he's at, and he doesn't want to bring the wrong kind of attention to himself. It takes a herculean amount of effort to drag his body behind some abandoned boxes and other piles of garbage towards the back of the alley. A poor attempt at hiding, because his Innocence was acting up, and no amount of desperate silent pleas to stop whatever it was doing would work. His body being mostly hidden from view gives him some relief. Barely.

If someone decides to investigate, he wonders if asking nicely will be enough to make them leave him be. He doesn't know what else to do.