#like not only for the love of making the plantussy work but like

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something something plant membranes as clothing so hes n akey

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Vash Headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

Follow my previous posts about the Poly Knives x OC x Vash CollegeAU fic I'm doing so here's some ideas I gotta dump.

SFW/General

Ecology Major vibes, is also getting an Ethics minor

Hates chemistry with a burning passion

Makes a lot of friends, but only hangs out with a few so he doesn't overwhelm himself

Nurodivergent Vash!

(He/They)! Or (They/them) either works

Doing a stem degree while having ADHD and anxiety sucks so much but Vash thrives in it somehow

College has really been flaring up his plant traits lately, has to call Rem or talk to Nai on the weekly for help (Though Nai just keeps telling him to stop repressing it)

Has to wear long sleeves or hoodie a lot to cover up the feathering leaves that pop out.

Vash doesn't realize it but it's anxiety that's causing it, but Nai started lending him some compression shirts and so it's gotten better

BUFF DADBOD VASH (this idea possess me)

He's gotten better with dealing with stress and no longer resorts to starving himself

GOES TO THERAPY(one of these twins gotta do it)

Between Nai's cooking, drinking on the weekends, and the amount of donuts this dude can eat he's living his best life

Works out when he gets the time and bowls competitively

Wants a significant other (Mates for life) but it's so hard, especially when starts thinking about the fact he's not human

Has a fear of having someone he really loves and then them finding out he's a plant and reacting negatively. Vash thinks Nai and him would likely have to move back to the facility with Rem. He doesn't want to uproot the lifestyle him and his brother have

Gets a little depressed about it, but is really good with having a support group on standby

Gets hit on at bars a lot but it always flys over his head or they're too pushy about it.

Wolfwood sets him up with dates once in a blue moon but it goes horrible or the girls just don't like him for more than his looks

Physical touch is this man's love language and he just wants someone he can lean on

Add someone who likes doing domestic activities?? Y'all are going to the courthouse next week

Wants to just curl up next to someone even platonically at this point

Has an agreement with Nai sometimes that they sleep in the same bed like when they were kids (Nai always grumbles about it but sleeps better that night anyway)

Nsfw Below 👇

OH SHIT OH FUCK

(NSFW)

So I did some research today and did y'all know that wild purple geraniums have a tendency to be Hermaphrodites

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Vash is a dual package (living the dream ong)

Plantussy and Plantdick combo meal

So I imagine that his dick would sit above his vulva and vagina? Testes would likely be internal (genuinely trying to form an anatomy basis I'm actually looking at a diagram rn)

As for his female organs I'd say he consented to a hysterectomy because it was causing growth issues (post op sucked but he figured it out)

Took testosterone for awhile until everything was functional

Became a lot more sexually comfortable with himself after this

6.5in prehensile tentacle dick, bumpy rounded ridges on the sides and little more on the girthy end

Has more of those downy soft petals that unfold during sex, and dick likely has a sheath because it's more fleshy (kinda like the inside of your mouth)

Hyperspremia and leaves a mess everytime he jerks off, squirts a lot too (probably got a dedicated bath towel at this point)

He has fucked himself with his own dick and usually prefers to

Owns quite a few sex toys and likes to experiment around a little bit

Goes from a Fleshlight, a regular dildo, has a couple fantasy ones, and anal and prostate toys

High sex drive, but can cum pretty quick (short recovery period, usually goes 3 rounds but can do more)

Rut is 10x worse too you'd be lucky to make it to the fridge

Makes sperm plugs during rut

SWITCH VASH(still a virgin though)

Desperate sex kinda guy, gets pussy drunk or cock dumb so easily, folds like a chair no matter what

Make him unfurl his wings out it means he trusts you so much

Please go down on him and absolutely devour him

Very sweet though and would definitely check in a lot (check in with him too it makes him feel fuzzy)

Has a sex awareness to not hurting you accidentally, during rut he's very nervous about it

Aftercare King (loves to shower or take a bath after)

More of a hickey giver than a biter

Usual kinks: Breeding, Pegging, Overstimulation, Cum play, cockwarming, Oral, Praise, Hair-pulling

Unusual: Blindfolding, Shibari(both ways around), Begging, wants to be degraded a little bit

Jesus my brain went wild there, I was doing research for some of this shit. Was supposed to be doing Geochemistry homework but this happened ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. Anyways gn y'all I got a 9am.

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Plantussy-Shirt Part 2 Aftermath

continuation of this. I love casual scenes, but I cannot stop to add hints at angst. Again, modern au, independent plants were recently integrated into society. Wolfwood is somewhat of a social worker with a past™, Vash has his share of trauma and tries to be independent, Nai is... a rich snob/smothering, overprotective brother, but at least he doesn't try to destroy humanity?

Of course, Wolfwood stays the night. Ever since his brother has dragged this washed-up excuse for a decent human man into the flat, he has made himself at home. Like a scrungly, scabies-infested streetcat, he has claimed this space by all but spoken word. Access to their food, their drinks, their entertainment. He has no shame. And worse, he has no idea how to enjoy them right. The first time Wolfwood has opened their cupboards in his incessant search for calories, he has asked Nai in all seriousness where they have stashed the cup noodles. And when Nai has told him that they do not own any trash food in his house, Wolfwood had the gall to react with pity. “All those fancy ass salts and nothing to really enjoy.” Wolfwood is insufferable. To make a point, Nai doesn't know which and he is sure Wolfwood has forgotten it, too, he has tried every last one of Nai’s salts and has dared to say they all taste the same. That has to be a Wolfwood thing… No way humanity would have that selection of that many table salts if they really thought all taste the same… They do taste different! Wolfwood makes him doubt his sanity over salts. Nai despises him.

Five am. The sun is slowly peeking over the horizon. The glass front lets its beams into the room without any hindrance. They light it up in soft reds and oranges. Nai has time to breathe. In the house are two other beating hearts, one outside and he can accept that as his new reality. As long as they sleep, they don’t get on his nerves. Here’s to another two hours of quiet until his brother rushes to his silly, little job, too late to prepare food, too late to do anything but run. But that’s why he has Nai. Organised, responsible and dependable. As it should be. Right now, he can enjoy is bottle of liquid food - vanilla, as it should be - and prepare for the day.

A door opens. Nai’s mood immediately sours. He grabs the packet of organic bagels and gets to work. Bare feet slap audibly on the floor as their owner doesn’t even try to be considerate of sleepers. “Mrn,” Wolfwood walks into the kitchen, topsless like the evening before, shirt over his arm, jacket on.

“Are you a caveman?,” Nai snaps back.

“Mrn t’me, tu?,” a half-vocalised question, part due to tiredness, part due to obnoxiousness.

“Greet me right or don’t greet me at all, Wolfwood.”

Wolfwood shrugs and opens the fridge. Ever since he has started to stay over, Vash has cleared a bit of space in his part of the fridge. Nai wants to burn the contents with fire. Wolfwood pulls out a store brand iced coffee and downs it in front of the open fridge. Then another. And another. He ends his excess with a relieved sigh. “God damn, I am alive again. Mornin’, Sharpie,” he greets Nai again, this time with enthusiasm.

“Why are you like this?”

“I was dropped as a kid…,” Wolfwood answers without a moment’s hesitation, still way to chipper.

This is why Nai hates Wolfwood. He never knows what that man will say or try next, he only knows that he will and be as insufferable as possible about it. It is uncharted territory, but Nai is in dire need of a map. “Ugh, and, let me guess, you fell on your head… Great way to excus…”

“From the fifth floor, after being held by the ankles. It was attempted homicide. They don’t know if it was my dad or my mom,” Wolfwood smiles, his eyes unmoving in their tired, blunt state. As if he hasn’t just dropped a bombshell, he leans forward, one arm for support on the counter, stretching the other to steal the bagel that Nai is making. “Maybe it was a team effort.”

“Okay…,” Nai watches as Wolfwood lifts the bagel from his plate. He has made it for the human anyway, but now he kinda wants him to choke on it. 

Between too big bites, Wolfwood continues, mouth still full: “After that I was put from foster home to foster home until I landed in an secret testing lab where they pumped me full off…” “I really tried to have a real conversation with you,” Nai interrupts Wolfwood sharply. “But I understand that you are unable to do so… Also… Never make that joke around Vash. You should at least have enough mental capacity to know why…”

Wolfwood shrugs, entirely too quiet and too eager to let the topic drop for Nai’s taste. Nai squints at Wolfwood, who has turned away to forage the fridge again. Not enough and not the right kind of scars to make his story believable, but too many for an easy life. Fingers and nose have been broken; knuckles bust open; hands worn down by hard work; two bullet wounds through and through; smaller, longer scars, knifework, but not medicinal. Vash trusts too easily and too readily. His affirmation that Wolfwood has the eyes of a good guy echoes hollow against the message the state of Wolfwood's body sends. Then his behaviour, crude and unrefined, by choice. Nai has seen him act towards other people, people in positions of power. That is a completely different man than the one squatting in front of his fridge. And even with his back turned to Nai, Nai knows Wolfwood is watching him, listening to any move he makes. Vash has no experience with humanity, but Nai has. And Wolfwood, he’s humanity’s worst in flesh. Wolfwood. Is. Dangerous.

“Can I have this?,” Wolfwood interrupts Nai’s thoughts and holds out a handmade, cloth-bound cheddar. 

“Where is your own stuff? Aren’t you basically living here?” “I didn’t plan to. I don’t even have yer door code. Vash asked me to stay the night. How was I to predict that it would be five days in a row?,” he turns to Nai. His bluntness changes suddenly to a voice full of fake tears and despair. “I want to go home again. I have forgotten the faces of my family, Nai! Help!”

Nai stares. 

“No, joking. Ya threw away my cup noodles,” his voice back to normal.

“That’s not food.”

“It wasn’t yours!,” Wolfwood disagrees.

“It wasn’t in its dedicated spot!”

“Who the fuck puts cup noodles in a fridge?”

“Fine, eat the stupid cheddar. I wasn’t going to eat it anyway,” Nai gives in. It’s true anyway. Both of them. Wolfwood nods, satisfied, and bites a whole chunk out of it. Nai does not comment on his manners.

“Say…,” Wolfwood starts, still chewing.

“What is it?”

“Is it a plant thing?,” Wolfwood points to the package of bagels.

“Please come again? It is made from plants, flora, yes, but I somehow get the notion that this is not what you are referring to, Wolfwood. Use your words.”

“The loving round things with holes thing.”

“Ah,” Nai blinks. Yes, there is a pattern there. “No… It is a Vash thing.”

Wolfwood seems to think about it and comes to the conclusion that yes, liking round wheat things with holes is a Vash thing. It checks out. He nods.

“Well, Imma head out,” Wolfwood takes another bite of the cheddar and throws away the rind. “Hope ya have a good day at work.”

“It’s five thirty.”

Wolfwood puts his shoes on. “Yep, and I need a run, a shower, a change of clothes and then I still need to get to work.”

“Just shower here and wear the clothes you wore yesterday, it is not like you’re picky.”

“Ya really think I’d wear that shirt in front of kids?” Nai’s eyes widen as he grasps for words. Wolfwood grins, grabs Vash’s prepared food and books it. “Thanks for the food! Bye!”

Legato is standing watch at the entrance. It will be another two hours till Vash will run past him, then another half an hour till he can join his boss on his way to work. His boss takes utmost care to separate his job from his private life. Legato has never set foot inside of the house. “Moocher,” Legato greets Wolfwood as the other rushes past him from the inside. “Boy toy,” Wolfwood greets him back, passing him without even a glance and rummaging inside a brown paper bag for something to eat.

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Ive been reading all these ungodly good College AU Trigun fics recently, and honestly think im just gonna write a whole fanfic. I likely post the Vash and Nai headcannons I have separately.

Some ideas I've been brewing and will just dump:

World building

- Future AU, but making it take place in the Midwest. Thinking interstellar vibes for this fic.

- Vash and Knives are still plants, and are trying to find a way to heal Earth.

- Rem is alive! She's wants her boys to get environmental science or ecology degrees.

- Plants are upper dimensional aliens, and the twins are the only ones tied to humanity.

- Seeds project is a private government sector experiment run by a council of scientists. (Rem being one of them)

-WARNING SCIENCE HEAVY FIC

- Fix it! fic

Yes There Will Be Romance

- Poly fic

- Snails pace slow burn

- I love platonic affection so there will be plenty

- No plantcest (sorry you weirdos)

- NSFW (I cannot resist not writing plantdick and maybe plantussy?) So minors DNI

- Vash x Original Female? Character x Knives

- OC is a whole farm kid, is her mother's daughter, but also grandfather's grandson type beat.

- Nurodivergent OC

- Environmental Science Major/ Geology and Soil science focused OC

- CHUBBY OC! THUNDER THIGHS AND BUILT LIKE A SACK OF GRAIN

- Low-key got some health issues though like asthma, anemia, and poor UV resistance

- OC works at a late night bakery

- (She/they) though if you called her one of dudes she'd be so happy.

- OC Hobbies: Rocks, Bones, plants, DND, video games, thought provoking movies, nature documentaries, tenor saxophone, and so much indie folk music

- Literally one of the few humans Nai can stand (she's literally an enigma to him, why is this human so soft and kind, but why is she so angry and nihilistic).

- OC meets Nai in environmental ethics...antics ensue.

- OC accidentally Pavlov's Vash (homestyle cooking be damned)

-you can def read this as a self insert but it makes it easier for writing

Some titles I'm thinking on

Anthropocentrism, Petunias and Bluebells, A Sky Like I've Never Seen.

Anyway gimme some suggestions and ideas I'm pretty open