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I had a cute interaction with my son that I wanted to offer as a possible idea for a comic about Anya! He has been interested lately in learning the male and female names of animals, asking me "what's a girl chicken called? what's a girl lion called?" and he finally got to "what's a girl dog called?" And my husband and I kept insisting there is no name for a girl dog, it's just a dog. But he knew something was up from the way I laughed so he kept asking. And finally I said "a girl dog is a dogina." And he bought it. Now, if it were Anya, she definitely wouldn't have bought it! But I can also imagine Franky or someone answering her sarcastically "a girl dog is called a Fiona" LOL. Anyway, just a fun idea along the lines of that early comic you drew of the "motherfucker doesn't start with a b" concept which I LOVED.
i didnt bring franky or fiona into this, but it also turned out lowkey sad 😭😭😭 i had no idea where it was going till it was too late. Anyways. Dogina is funny, thank you for the idea LMAO
#there are two wolves in loid's mind: one wants to storm back to the orphanage he got anya from and one just wants to survive yor#i am afflicted ( with the inability to make something that isnt at least a little messed up)#the 'i practice gaslighting every day' panel is my pride and joy btw if you even care#spy x family#sxf#my art#loid forger#yor forger#anya forger#sxf loid#sxf yor#sxf anya#bond forger
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Sam is Adopted
So! Have you ever noticed how Sam doesn't look like either of her Parents? Her Mom and Dad are Blonde and Ginger, and neither of them have Purple Eyes. How would Sam ever come from either of them?
She tells people that she dyes her Hair and wears Contacts, but the reality is that she was adopted as a baby by them. They had just found out that Pamela was Infertile and they wanted an Heir foe their company, so they decided to Adopt a kid.
But the Adoption Agency didn't have any kids who would realistically look like them, so they just got the first kid they found.
She had been left at the Orphanage by her Mother citing an inability to raise her and an unstable income. She never told the Agency her name, but told them that the baby's name was Sam, named after her Grandfather.
Sam was raised knowing that she was Adopted, but never really put much interest into it. Until one day when she decided that her adoptive Parents support of the Anti Ecto Acts was a step too far for her. She took an Ancestry DNA Test to see if she could find her Bio Mom to get away from them.
The results came back, and she found out that her Mom was a woman from Metropolis named Lois Lane.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dcu#Lois Lane#Sam Mason#Sam is adopted#Lois Lane is Sam Mason's biological mother#She got pregnant in College to an Ex and couldn't raise a kid with her Career so she gave her up#When Sam finds out her Bio Mom is a Badass Journalist who dated Superman?#She is excited to say the least#Ecstatic even#She does still love her adoptive parents but they have been going through a rough patch lately#What with them supporting the Acts that would outlaw her Best Friend's very existence#And also her (she's liminal)#Alternative Idea: What if she is Lois and Clark's first kid who got kidnapped and ended up in a random Orphanage?#Danny is one day teasing Sam and she punches him through 3 Walls when her Powers come in#Tucker feels left out#Until he remembers he is the Reincarnation of a God-Like Pharoah who mastered All Magics in the World and has all of his Powers#Then he feels slightly better
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@nearsbday : DAY 7 - "FIXATION"
Wanted to get something with my Death Note OC in before the party ends 👀 Lee works part-time as a forensic/criminal sketch artist and one day Near asks her to draw L.
She wanted to be a successor but never made the cut, so she doesn't understand why Near is so fixated on the previous L when he already is L.
#death note#nearsbday#near#nate river#near death note#death note fanart#death note oc#original character#OC tag: Lee#lee aikawa#elle draws#I CANNOT BELIEVE I MANAGED TO FINISH THIS IN LESS THAN A DAY I haven't made comics in years where tf did this come from#I personally think some part of near is a bit hung up on the fact that he doesn't really know the man he was raised to become#lee is also fixated on L but in a complicated way that circles to her not liking the mantle and the orphanage and to some extent near#but that's a can of worms for another day right now she is amicable and helping him
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vashwood week day 6: light
but we will still live to see tomorrow’s sunrise
#vashwood week#vashwood week 2023#swerving straight into self indulgent happy orphanage au territory#peep the grey hair#my fix it hc is that though he survives ww’s hair prematurely turns grey from the strain of taking the vials#something something ‘now you’re the one with weird hair out of the two of us wolfwood!’#i need them to be happy#comsider this my apology for the past few days lmao#vash#vash the stampede#wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#vash x wolfwood#vashwood#trigun#trigun maximum#ok bye
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Day 884 of posting pictures of elephants.
Source: HERD
#herd#elephant orphanage#no photographer listed#cute animals#cuteness#elephant#image of the day#not my image#cuteness overload#elephants#wildlife#adorable#nature
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coming back home
#just day three things 😋#lets not talk abt the orphanage's rher realm#ahahahaha. haha#my art#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger#fear and hunger levi
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kevin day taking Modern Irish History to feel a little closer to his mom and instead sitting through class after class detailing his people's long history of oppression and injustice
#do you think he learned about the “orphanages” and was like#god how could they do that to children#then promptly had to talk to betsy#the more you think about it#the more it hurts#so just don't think about it#kevin day#kayleigh day#all for the game#the foxhole court#aftg
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Misturi it’s all good girlie, I can’t read the room either 🧍
#happy mother's day#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#kny#drawing#hashira#omg I actually drew a background#jupina draws#giyuu tomioka#rengoku kyojuro#sanemi shinaguzawa#misturi kanroji#obanai iguro#shinobu kocho#muichiro tokito#half of gyomei#tengen uzui#i would like to apologize for my newness#the demon slayer core is an orphanage in disguise#misturi living her best life#you dropped this queen 👑#rengoku my beloved#my bbg fr#does this count as angst
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seeing how Atsushi was in the orphanage his whole life, I bet he went absolutely crazy for train stamps; like taking Ranpo out to the train and noticing the stamp booth and asking 'whats that?' and Ranpo explaining the system and Atsushi immediately buying a notebook to get his first stamp! (he downloads the app for the local line stamps which offer digital stamps) then him freaking out that the metro does stamps as well?? cue him always agreeing to go out with Ranpo and the other Agency members taking him along and bringing a page of the train stamp if they ever leave Yokohama without him
#bsd atsushi#bungou stray dogs#atsushi nakajima#im not sure why people forget how sheltered his was in his upbringing compared to the other characters#weird seeing fics where he's explaining things to Kyouka when she had parents and had freedom prior to the mafia#Atsushi was literally at the orphanage for 18 years and was kicked out#using suica? using points from at grocery stores?#what is that? how would he even know? unless that was basic knowledge at the orphanage#I bet he spent all night learning how to navigate his phone after receiving it from the agency#anything that seemed normal and ppl wouldn't think twice about im sure Atsushi was like hm yes Ive done that and I understand#he's probably bluffing and learning everything on a day to day basis#not trying to infantilize him btw#hes a full functioning (lmao) adult who can easily kill someone im just saying he deffo struggles with 'normal' things#liztalks#text
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Day 37: Truck (Sonictober day 8)
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#oddly enough i do actually have a backstory for this#I headcannon Amy having been in a public orphanage prior to her going to Little Planet#part of this is becuase what parent would let their kid just disappear off to a nearby planet#but also cuz ykno#most sonic charas dont have parents for one reason or another#and Amy has her own apartment by adventure 1 im p sure#which is strange on it's own but would be more werid if she had a family to live with#I dont think Vanilla adopts Amy but I do think Amy ends up staying with them for a little after the events of CD#Amy has a truck here becuase the orphange was crowded and underfunded so the kids didnt get many toys#I feel like it wasn't cruel or anything though#but it was crowded enough that when a little girl runs off to follow her tarot reading all the way into space no one really noticed#amy rose#amy rose daily#sonic#sth#sonic fanart#please donate!#sonictober 2024#day 37
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EVERY F/F CONVERSATION IN DR:S-VERSE
Danganronpa Summer Camp - Sayaka/Maki - 1/2
More:
#haruzono#game cap#every drs interaction#sayaka maizono#maki harukawa#drs#will be doing my absolute damnedest to post these once a day but realistically? Who Knows#edit: IMAGE LIMIT IS WAY HIGHER THAN EXPECTED HELL YEAH#still needs split up but still!#orphmaki#orphanage girl
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Sorry for being a little bitch but
THESE FUCKIN' PANELS ARE
HAUNTING ME
THEY DESERVED TO LEAVE THIS SHIT ASS PLANET AND REBUILD THE ORPHANAGE TOGETHER, MY GOD IN HELL WHY
(not complaining about the story, it was poetic cinema but JESUS FUCK IT'S SAD)
#trimax spoilers#trimax#This manga is kicking my ass fr#I gonna need a few business days to recover after that tome#Vashwood#trigun#trigun spoilers#They deserved to live in peace and take care of that orphanage together#I will never recover from this I LIED#Okay im done being dramatic#ANOTHER LIE
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Snippets: Free Day Thursday (Second, sillier part to follow Friday)
Poll Results: Trespasser Jak
Picking up from HERE, Jak and Daxter have been taken back to Spargus
The drive back to the city was not quiet. Every couple seconds, the kid with the amulet he shouldn't have had was pointing to something else, talking a mile a minute to the fuzzy orange thing. The red rock bluffs fascinated him. The crocadeer on the clifftops fascinated him. The frith-rotted cactus was interesting to this stranger.
Jak started to lean out of the seat again, trying to take in every speck of the horizon.
"Will you stop that?" Damas asked irritably, "You're going to fall out, and I'm not turning this car around to go get you. What are you so entranced by, huh?"
Jak's enthusiasm wasn't dimmed in the slightest. "After they took us to Haven- I thought there was nothing left out there but wasteland!"
"You're in the Wasteland," Damas reminded him.
"Nah."
Jak stood up despite the driver's protests and clung to the turret gun to watch a flock of birds.
"This place isn't wasted. It's alive."
"And you won't be if you don't sit down right now-!"
Damas’s headache only multiplied -- exponentially. once they had actually returned Spargus.
The stranger gawked at everything, sometimes lagging as many as ten behind to look at the most mundane things. Forges. The communication hub/post office. Leapers. A stray chickalope he tried to pick up-!
Getting him into the Gate District garrison building took five minutes longer than it should've, by which time Damas’s patience was almost completely gone. It was all he could do to keep some modicum of professionalism as he herded the boy and the talking spirit thing into a clean, well-lit room for interrogation. He left them with a stern warning to wait there until someone came to figure out who they were.
Then he left to make a very strong pot of coffee. He wasn't going back in there without it.
He quickly decided that needed another kind of drink when he returned ten minutes later only to find Jak, barefoot, sitting on top of the table like a moody teenaged gargoyle. That ratty blue winter tunic was tied around his waist now, and the loose scarf and oversized undershirt didn't quite cover a surprising amount of scars for someone his age -- or maybe not so surprising if he was an Heir, given the proclivity of Haven to put those through the wringer-
No. No jumping to conclusions.
Old burns on the soles of his feet that looked roughly six to seven years old -- a childhood accident or stubborn adventure, most likely -- were the most benign of them. Damas saw old, healed clawmarks, and strange fractal-like patterns not unlike those struck by lightning, crossing his upper arms, shoulders and chest. Here and there he saw raised lines -- the telltale sutures of do-it-yourself shrapnel removal. Regardless of whose blood flowed in his veins, this kid was a soldier. And it looked like he'd been a soldier for a depressingly long time.
Damas pushed the thoughts from his mind and took a seat in the chair the trespasser had ignored.
"Alright. Let's get this over with as quickly as we can, shall we? I have a lot of work to do today."
"Oh...kay...?" Jak gave him a puzzled, wary look and scooted back across the table to rest his back against the wall. "I mean, I can't answer everything, and half of what I do tell you won't sound believable, but that's honestly not my problem."
Patience, Damas. Inhale, slowly. You're just stressed. You can't kill him if he's related to you.
Damas took an exaggerated breath and folded his hands on the top of the table. "I don't much care about your activities in Haven. My agents deliver news regularly enough. No, I want to know how you opened a locked door with a Seal of Mar on it."
The kid looked surprised, and then intrigued.
"Mar? Wait, really? He made it out here too?" Jak looked almost impressed. "Huh! Guy got around!"
"Answer the question."
The orange one answered in the kid's stead.
"Jak here's got the distinct misfortune of being descended from the guy-"
*Allegedly," Jak interrupted. His voice was distinctly harder than before.
"What "allegedly"? Dragging me into the frickin nightmare tomb wasn't enough for ya?"
"Everything we know about that guy we got from Krew, or Samos," his companion argued, "And most of the Oracles didn't bother to warn us that Samos was lying to us our whole lives. So no, I'm not taking that on faith."
Clearly this was a sore spot for the young man.
It just so happened to also be a very sore spot for Damas.
They were just going to act like they so happened to "conveniently" let slip that this boy was supposed to be related to him? Did they think he was a fool?
"What are you playing at?" he snapped, startling them both. "Do you think I am so easily taken in?"
"What-?"
"Tell me, boy," Damas said, much more quietly, "What makes you either brave enough or stupid enough to try to pull that story with me?"
And Jak blinked at him with eyes that were a little too familiar. Wide. Full of shadows and pain and anger but still clinging to the vestiges of innocence. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.
"Um. Who? Are you?"
If this was a con, the kid was a decent actor, Damas had to give him that.
"You're telling me you're a survivor of the House of Mar."
"No? I said other people told me I was related to that guy. People with a vested interest in controlling me."
Jak scoffed bitterly and spread his arms wide.
"Little "abandoned" orphan boy kept isolated to train as a soldier, so he wouldn't know what they planned for him. Wouldn't run. And then magically suddenly he's heir to the worst city on the planet? Give me a break. The guards in Praxis's lab came up with better lies than that."
Damas wanted to agree with the kid. He wanted so much to agree with him. Whatever else he might be, clearly Jak was not the kind of person who bought into delusions of grandeur. In fact, he sounded like he actively resented the thought. Damas could appreciate that. Rot, he could even sympathize with the kid.
But.
He had opened a sealed door.
And the river-weasel had just said something about a Tomb.
He really really didn't want to be right, but if they could give an accurate description of the Tomb at some point, that information would be pretty hard to fake.
"Why did they think they could pass you off as Haven's heir?" Damas asked bluntly.
"Because I can make old Precursor crap work, I guess? And the Oracles like me." Jak folded his arms and shrugged. "They're useless when it comes to actually protecting anyone, but at least they tried to help after the fact. More than most hu'mens did."
Oh. Alright, okay. Maybe he's a sage prodigy and he's never been trained. That would make sense-
"Pal, the Oracle called you a "chosen one". That's gotta mean something."
"Chosen for what? Time looped torture?" Jak's entire posture had become rigid. He was beyond agitated, but Damas couldn't quite pin down if it was anger or fear or something closer to grief.
"....I...sorry." The orange one looked down, clearly ashamed. "That's- fair point. I won't bring it up anymore."
Damas didn't want to hear another word of this. Not one. Without stopping to think lest he talk himself out of it, he drew a knife from the back of his belt. The boy tensed even further, looking like he might snap as he watched Damas pull a sheet of paper haphazardly from the notepad that came standard in all the interrogation rooms. Damas ignored him and placed the tip of the blade to the pad of his thumb, pushing until two large drops of blood dripped onto the paper. The boy's tension eased slightly, but he still looked vaguely alarmed.
Damas wiped the blade and, steeling himself, held it out hilt-first to Jak.
"Your turn."
Jak glared at him.
"Are you nuts?"
Damas remained stonefaced. "You want to prove those people wrong? Blood comparison. Computer will be able to identify if it matches old records or not."
"Then why'd you cut yourself?" Jak challenged.
"Control sample," Damas answered shortly, staring until the boy gave in and set the blade against the tip of his little finger.
He declined to specify whether he meant for or against.
Jak twisted his pinkie between his fingers and let a single drop of blood fall onto the paper. He narrowed his eyes at Damas.
"And this is supposed to take...how long?"
"Two months if they're not busy."
Jak unfolded his legs and slid off the tabletop. "Months?! What good does that do me? They'll probably have found a way to guilt me into going back to Haven by then!"
Hm.
Damas leaned back in his chair and studied the boy with a new perspective.
"You're a runaway. Aren't you?"
Jak scowled and folded his arms.
"I'm not! I'm just...there's something I have to do out here. And I can't go back yet."
Suspicion trickled in cold at the back of Damas’s mind. He folded the edge down over the bloodied paper and tucked it into his belt.
"And what," he asked warily, "is this "something" you intend to do?"
The boy's ears dropped, broadcasting uncertainty despite his belligerent posture.
"I...don't know yet. There's just...something was calling me. And I can't leave until I know what it is."
This boy was going to be a walking migraine trigger, wasn't he? But unfortunately there was a reasonably high probability that he was Damas’s kinsman, which meant that under no circumstances could he just toss the kid back to Haven and say "not my circus, not my moncaws".
Just get through this until the blood tests come back. Who knows, maybe the guy will find a place here in the meantime. Or he might decide to fight the squid and die horribly. One step at a time.
Damas opened the door and beckoned to one of the district guards down the hall. Commander Shui left her subordinates immediately to respond.
"Sir?"
Damas nodded back towards the trespasser.
"Have someone show him to the showers. Once he's cleaned up, see if you can't determine his age."
Shui glanced at Jak, but never lost her stoic expression. "Understood. Is he a candidate for the trials?"
Damas ignored the harsh whispering between the boy and the...okay that was called an ottsel apparently. Didn't have those out in the desert.
"I doubt even he knows. For the moment, we will proceed as though he is a refugee."
He sighed.
"I have matters to attend to. Inform me if he causes any problems."
Jak wasn't sure how to feel about this turn of events. Six days of maddening dreams of eco comets and a broken string of beads. Five days of something pulling on his eco core, or his soul, the way the Precursor Stone had.
He wasn't sorry for leaving Haven in the middle of the night. The Grand Council had been getting more and more vocal with their more...Praxian...views on his right to life and liberty, and Samos just kept telling him to focus on what was "more important", fighting metalheads and new Krimzon Deathbots.
When the Call took him down that ancient eco mine, it had felt like an escape. He'd told himself he'd go back after he found what was at the end of the tunnel. And he'd meant to, if only because he thought he had nowhere else to go. After all, Daxter had built a life in Haven. He had a mentor. A girlfriend. A whole business!
But regardless of all the pretty lies Samos and Onin and Ashelin filled his ears with, Haven was not Jak's home. He would not take responsibility for their evil. And even if he was descended from their founder, they all let Praxis kill whatever blood relatives he might've had! They decided the line of Mar had no say in government, so who was Jak to contradict them?
It was strange -- almost unfathomable -- how his perspective could have changed with a rebalancing of eco. The Oracle down in that desert temple, it had pushed through old scars, given him access to light eco, when he'd thought the substance didn't exist anymore. The constant aches that ruled his every waking moment when it was even slightly cold out, the irritability, the burning in his core, it was gone.
How had he become so accustomed to at least low levels of pain as a daily companion? Jak hadn't realized how bad his condition had been until it was gone. And his mind felt clearer than it had in months. Maybe even years. Home was far behind them now. Sandover was forever lost to them, along with all remains of Jak's innocence. Because of Onin. And because of Samos.
Without his thoughts dulled by pain and lack of sleep, Jak thought of his heartfelt thanks to the manipulative old sage and wanted to be sick.
And now he was on an island, eighty nautical miles from Haven. A wild, living, sanctuary of Wastelanders and open wilderness. They called it "wasteland", but Jak couldn't understand why when it was so beautiful.
That Call still pulled at his heart, told him he wasn't done here yet. And he was relieved, because the longer he spent under clear, blue, sky, the more he hated the thought of returning to that corrupted city.
Just because he'd told Ashelin it was worth saving didn't mean he belonged to it.
Damas -- the angry man he'd startled when they came up out of the catacombs -- left, and a well-built woman about his height entered the interrogation room.
"Holy crap, a lady Sig!" Daxter hissed in his ear.
The Wastelander did have a prosthetic eye -- her left, not her right -- of the same make, but that was really the only similarity. She carried herself like Ashelin -- someone in command, used to cooperation if not obedience -- and that alone put Jak on-edge. He met her searching gaze with a hard stare, determined not to be the first to flinch.
"Hm." The woman clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"I see what he means. When's the last time you washed?"
"Do pools of water count?" Jak asked. If there was sarcasm in the tone, so what? "Expendables don't get time to wash."
"Eesh." The woman curled her lip. "Well that's not going to fly in my garrison."
She turned to shout down the hall, "Strom! Get the rookie to the showers before the flies move in!"
"Oh rot you!"
#fic prompts#writing prompts#snippet Thursday#free day thursday#jak and daxter#king damas#dadmas#Damas doesn't know it yet but in about three days Jak and Daxter will have decided they're adopting his as resident parent#Damas was not informed beforehand#the guards don't know what to do with Jak so they send him to the Foundling Barracks#Samos calls to demand that they tell him where they are and return immediately because Daxter turned off location tracking#and Jak is just 'so. i think i may have just been put in an orphanage.' completely nonchalant#since he got his eco balanced for the first time in years he's thinking a lot more clearly and realizing his mentors are Sus#long post#trespasser au
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New headcanon that Atsushi isn't actually a fan of his birthdays. Especially right after he leaves the orphanage. I feel like on his b-days there things would get extra bad. The only good thing is that the other kids would avoid him instead of joining in on the harassment from the staff, and even then they'd avoid him like the plague, giving him glances that screamed they were disgusted and scared of him. The staff would double down instead. Because of this Atsushi probably didn't mention his birthday to anyone, and was hesitant about it when any of the other ADA members asked. Ranpo ofc knew, and the first time Atsushis b-day passed Atsushi walked in to see a piece of candy from Ranpos stash on his desk. Now everyone knows when it is because of that, but the most they do is take a bit of the workload off of him (AKA get Dazai to do his own work, which he doesn't argue against aside from some complaining that day), and put something on his desk, because they know celebrations make him uncomfortable.
#the kids at the orphanage thought that if you interacted with Atsushi on his birthday you'd get cursed cause of how his parents left him#and because the tiger would cause more damage on those nights#Everyone places the gifts at random times throughout the day#and always make it discreet#Atsushi waits till hes home to open them since its more comfy that way for him#Kyouka helps him carry them and they all act like its a normal day aside from that because thats what makes Atsushi comfortable#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd atsushi nakajima#bsd atsushi#bsd hcs#bsd headcanons#god i project on these characters too much
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A drawing for Anya Forger Week Day 1- Past/Orphanage.
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Part two of the thing and uuh also final one
Of this interaction. Because this is far from all I can give, my brain almost imploded from all the ideas
#after some very heated talks between the two brothers Vash said he would leave the house for a good time#suggesting they both needed time apart and Vash needed to learn how to live without Kni#very reluctantly Kni agreed (even if he didn’t V would have done it anyways) with the single condition of letting him know the general#details about his livings. the adress. who he was living with if he decided to room with someone and at least their phone number in case#of an emergency. Vash agreed to this and put the limit there bc Kni wanted to know more but he said no I won’t tell you about their life tf#WW who is comfortable living at the orphanage doesn’t find convenient commuting for over 2 hours everyday to get there#so he is looking for a place to stay. Vash mentioned wanting to share a rental home w someone to split the spendings#and so the stars aligned and they were already planning their moving four days after meeting each other#because that’s Vashwood for you#imagine the delight of being either WW or Kni and finding out about each other thanks to Vash again#neither of them want to tell Vash about what they think of each ither. Kni to keep some sort of face and ‘peace’ with his brother#and WW doesn’t want to leave a bad impression saying he was the cause that the brother of the guy he was planning to live with couldn’t see#with his right eye for a whole week. so they hate their guts and Vash doesn’t know the why though he can grasp a general idea.#but he always hits bullseye making both WW and Kni glance at each other silently with their eyes saying#“DID YOU TELL HIM?’’ ‘’DID-YOU-TELL HIM??’’#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun stampede#vashwood#trigun fanart#vash#wolfwood#nicholas trigun#nai saverem#millions knives#Trigun Uni! AU#lenssi draws
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