#knives saverem

[trigunometry]

birds of a feather 🪽

originally drew this back in july for their bdays but whateva. close ups under cut

[buried-l0cket]

recently domesticated knife missing his weird employees

[arctvros]

this is the skin of a killer, legato

[mmamoririart]

“Vash…”

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Happy Halloween to all my Trigun fans 🎃🖤

Bonus

[crunchycapn]

[helen-renee]

A few Millions Knives dress designs for y'all! I'll probably be making that last one for a con soon~

[idsfantasy]

I saw a color palette the other day called "If Only We Could Go Back" and I figured the name and palette were rather fitting for this

[catwafers]

11/23 is good big brother day in japan (11/23 = ii nii-san) so, with that, after one and a half months of working on this, i present my very self-indulgent scenario of vash and knives being brothers and taking that first step to heal.

if you want to throw some support my way i have a higher-res pdf version on my ko-fi shop for $3 - no pressure obviously, this will remain free to read here on my blog indefinitely!

also i would like to give a quick thank you to @/nimpnawakproduction for their references on vash's scars which were pretty much my bible when drawing this LMAO

(not ship art)

[legatouwu]

Lucifer in starlight

[arkhamjack]

Knives sketch while I tabled at an art fair🪽

Enjoy millions knivesers 💞🙏✝️😇🧚‍♂️

[euchariis]

family tree

[psicodelicahh]

If I don't get a good grade for this I'll eat the whole box of pastels that I used right in front of my professor

[ice-jsuirya]

this is the only way i could think of drawing knives and ww together LOL

[mmamoririart]

Knives quick doodle 🌱

[crunchycapn]

Birthday boiz!!(cowboi style)

[uollop]

Red (Drabble)

Content: Reader works for Knives but not in a cool murder-y way, GN! Reader, blood, tension

Pairing: Knives x Reader

Word count: 774

Notes: I'm trying to learn how to write Knives because I love him but I didn't know where to start! So I made this quick little thing tehehe

He was staring again. You didn't have to look up at him to feel his cold eyes boring into your skull as you scrubbed copious blood stains off of his strange cloak.

As you scrub the fabric, you hear a soft scoff. Footsteps approach you and a pale hand comes into your vision, pointing at one of the many scattered splotches of blood.

"You missed a spot."

Oh, this man was going to make your blood boil. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you bit back the insults that you wanted to throw at him. You didn't have a death wish.

"I'm not done with the main spot yet," You said, and despite the calm facade you were putting on, you could feel your voice waver with frustration, "I'll get that spot once I'm done with the biggest stain."

He stared at you for a moment before frowning, turning on his heel and starting to walk away. You gritted your teeth as you watched him leave before you turned your attention back to your work.

"You used to work much faster." He sighed as he made his way towards the door. You scowled at his words, continuing to scrub aggressively at the silver cloth, mumbling under your breath.

"Maybe if you had listened when I told you not to let the blood dry-"

"I can hear you," He cut you off. When you looked up from the cloth, he was glancing at you from the doorway of your room, a look on his face like he wanted you to continue, "I suggest you choose your next words carefully."

You stared at him for a moment before you pry your eyes away and sigh, "I'll try to have it done soon, Knives."

You hear footsteps approaching you again. Your eyes were focused on the blood-stained cloak in your lap, continuing to attempt to wash it before you feel a hand grasp your chin. Knives lifted your head so that your eyes were looking at his face again, a displeased look on his face. His grip on your chin wasn't painful, but it was enough for your lips to purse as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

"Look at me when you speak to me." He said bluntly. You blinked at him, silence falling over the two of you before you feel his grip on your face tighten.

"Am I understood?" He asks, his face moving closer to yours. Your cheeks started to flush at his close proximity. You weren't used to seeing your boss at such a short distance.

You stare at him for a moment longer before you slowly nod your head, his hand moving along with your chin until he releases you, turning on his heel again and beginning to make his way to the doorway. He turns over his shoulder to look at you for a moment, a satisfied look on his face.

"Good. I'll be back in an hour. I expect my cloak to be clean by then."

"An hour!?" Your mouth falls agape at his words. He pauses, his satisfied look being replaced by yet another frown.

"That has been a sufficient amount of time for you in the past, has it not?" He questions as he crosses his arms. You continue to gape at him, a bit baffled as you try to find the right words.

"Well, yes, but this is far more blood than usual, Knives. Not to mention the fact that the blood is dried! It takes a lot more time to-"

"I need it in an hour. I have somewhere to be."

You close your mouth and look down at the cloth, a small grimace settles on your face as you look at the red stained fabric and then back up at him. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you stared at him. A part of you wanted to stand your ground and tell him that you would need more time, but you knew better.

"Yes, Knives. I'll have it ready for you in an hour."

He nods at you, sliding the door open and leaving before shutting it behind him. You watched the door close, letting out a sigh of relief before you look back down. The dirtied cloak sat in your lap, taunting you with the insane amount of red that covered it. You, albeit a bit frustrated, narrowed your eyes in determination and began scrubbing the cloak again. If you wanted to get this cloak done in an hour, you'd have to work hard, but the begrudging praise that you'd likely receive would be worth it.

You'd show that man just how capable you are.

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