#trigun stampede au

[idsfantasy]

I did these doodles a while ago and realized I hadn't posted them, so babies (and Rem) be upon thee!

Rem was pretty shocked the first time she saw Vash and Kni in their altered states. They were pretty young when that happened (probably only a week or so old), and had been scared by being left alone in a room while Rem had to go do something elsewhere. When she came back she had first thought they had disappeared until she saw the tiny wiggles coming from under the blankets.

Given Tesla did not have a chibi form, Rem was very concerned and confused lol. She adapted relatively quickly though, even if it weighed pretty heavily on her when she realized that Tesla was probably the reason why these Independents had these forms for when they were scared or hurting.

[paprotkarotka]

I’m celebrating Ferdie Friday on Saturday, sorry, had a really bad mental health day yesterday, couldn’t finish it on time.

Trigun Stampede au and Hob with an anime undercut was on my mind for a LONG time. If I have the energy I might add some more Hobs with cute undercut

[ethecookednoodle]

And just to drive home just how little selfcontrol I have, have a nice Muse of Space Vash

[ars-de-elysium]

WIP from my Modern Trigun AU featuring Rem and the twins.

[kurose-kurosaki]

Haha, I hadn't published this color test here, I didn't decide to finish it, but I like how it looks, what do you think?

I didn't even add my signature, lol.

[naruhinaluvrx]

Sasunaru Month Day 27-Fem Sasunaru/Crossover

This scene from Trigun felt suiting for them

[fantasy-drawings-ra]

Animal Crossing Village Vash

I thought it would be cute to draw Vash as a villager and then came to the conclusion that a cat may suit him best. Also his villager type might be Smug only because I can’t see him as Cranky and he’s not really Lazy.

If I ever make anymore Trigun ones I was thinking Wolf Wolfwood (of course also cranky villager type) , Mouse Meryl (Normal or snooty) and I’m not sure for Roberto maybe Wolf or Eagle (cranky), maybe also Rhino or Bear Millie (Normal or Peppy type).

Anyway I hope you like him!

[portraitoftheoddity]

"Hang on, what's that?"

Vash's unexpected voice from the back seat prompts Meryl to swerve and slam the brakes, skidding the truck down the side of a dune and sending up a wave of sand that has Roberto cursing. 

"What's what?" he grumbles, bracing himself against the passenger side door and squinting into the glare of the desert.

"I don't see any-- oh!" Meryl stands up in her seat to lean over the steering wheel. "There's someone out there!"

"Could be a trap," Roberto mumbles, but Vash has already popped open the back door to climb out, and given it’s the most life he’s shown since Jeneora Rock, neither of the reporters up front are motivated to object.

As all three disembark, Roberto can now make out the small shape on the crest of the next dune that Vash had inexplicably spotted through the sand-pitted and dust-streaked windshield. At a distance, it’s hard to make out details beyond their pale attire and waving arms. 

Vash immediately starts off, and Roberto just barely manages to snag a handful of the kid’s red coat to pull him up short. “Could be a bandit,” he warns. “Lotta gangs use the ‘stranded traveler’ ruse as a lure.” 

“Ah, it could be,” Vash agrees with a small smile. “But it could also be someone who needs our help! I’ll just-- go investigate....”

“I’ll come with you,” Meryl announces firmly, and Roberto groans inwardly. The newbie's killing him, she really is.

The figure meanwhile is getting closer, moving not quite at a run, but about as fast as can be managed in the deep and shifting sands. As they approach, Roberto narrows his eyes, taking note of the smaller stature -- kid? A woman maybe? -- and more concerningly, the total silence. The waving and the running both come across as desperate, but he’d expect a stuck traveler to call out. Instead, there’s no sound but the soft hiss of sand in the breeze.

Vash pulls away, and Roberto lets him, following at a slower pace as the kid and the newbie close the distance to the newcomer, patting his coat pocket to make sure his derringer is in its place.  

The figure in the desert is a kid.

He’s wiry, with scraggly pale hair falling down to his chin in unkempt waves, so full of dust and dirt that its color is almost indeterminate between blond or ashy gray. His cheeks are red with exertion, and it’s about the only color on him, his clothes similarly colorless and dirty, threadbare and patched. Roberto would guess he’s about thirteen or so -- though it’s a bit hard to gauge. 

He stops short about five yarz from them, breathing heavily with hands on his scuffed knees. 

“Are you all right?” Meryl calls out, already reaching for her canteen to offer. 

The boy straightens and looks them all over, his expression shifting to wariness at the presence of strangers (which only points to him being smarter than the other two chuckleheads Roberto has somehow wound up shackled to for this escapade).

“Are you lost out here?” 

Vash takes a step forward as he speaks, and the boy takes a matching step back, pursing his lips and looking back over his shoulder at the trail of his own footprints in the sand. Another step back, then he looks at them all in turn, inhales, and makes a gesture as if for them to follow. 

Meryl and Vash, bleeding hearts that they are, both make to follow before Roberto throws an arm out. “Woah now, where exactly are we following you?” he demands, starting to get annoyed by this whole bizarre encounter. 

The boy’s face twists, looking pained, frustrated, and something else that Roberto can’t quite suss out, before he glances back to the dune he’d come over, and then back at them. His mouth moves, but no sound comes out.

Vash picks up on it the quickest. “Can you speak?”

The boy’s shoulders sag and he holds out a hand, wiggling it in mid air to indicate an intermediate answer. 

“Okay, so, yes or no answers,” Meryl offers. “Do you need help?”

The boy nods. Then points to the dune, and nods even more exaggeratedly, like he’s trying to give himself whiplash. 

“You need help with something over there?” Vash ventures, earning more nodding.

“What exactly is over there?” Roberto asks, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. 

“That’s not a yes or no question,” Meryl chides, but even as she does, the boy takes a deep breath and says a single word:

“Nico.”

His voice is soft and raspy, nearly cracking on the word-- no, the name, and if the kid is some bandit lure he’s at least a damn good actor. Roberto sighs, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag to soothe his frayed nerves. “Okay,” he grumbles. “I guess we’re going to find this Nico.”

The kid takes off like a shot, and the rest of them follow up the treacherous slope of the dune at a slightly slower pace. When they finally reach the crest, Roberto has his derringer in hand, ready for an ambush, wishing they’d just taken the damn truck instead of following on foot--

There’s no ambush.

There is a body.

The kid scampers down the far side of the slope to the figure lying face down and motionless in the sand, dressed in faded dirty black. 

“Oh,” Meryl breathes in clear dismay. 

“Nico,” the boy says as he skids to the body’s side, shaking its shoulder and repeating the name with greater urgency. Roberto feels a clench in his gut at the sight, and bows his head as he exhales a breath of smoke. Poor kid. 

Vash, following down a bit more carefully, catches up to the kid and carefully rolls the body over. It’s a man, tanner and darker-haired than the kid but just as dusty from the desert. Vash’s fingers rest against the bare column of his throat for a moment, then he looks up wide-eyed at Roberto and Meryl.

“Get the truck!” he calls out. “He’s still alive!”

-*-*-*-

[From this AU, where the boys meet the rest of the gang]

[jacenbren]

Can the class get some more information about Vash and Nai from your twins of Gemini fic? (More specifically some of their antics lmao)

YES ABSOLUTELY I HAVE BEEN DYING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK

Vash’s love language is physical touch. Nai’s is also physical touch (as well as acts of service), but he refuses to admit this. yes they sleep in a Snuggle Pile whenever they camp out in a tent.

Neither of the twins actually need to eat, but Vash likes to because he enjoys human food and eating makes him feel more like one himself. Nai usually doesn’t eat but occasionally caves if Vash nags him enough.

(Nai secretly really likes some human foods he just has about 9857349754709 tons of trauma and baggage that he's been ignoring)

Another one of the twins' love languages: BITING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER

Vash is covered in scars from all the years he's spent sacrificing and martyring himself for humanity. The only scars that Nai has is the ones he got protecting his little brother.

The twins really like the rare rainstorms on Gunsmoke, and often take specific routes during their travels to follow low pressure systems

Vash unfortunately deals with a lot of chronic pain from his scars and injuries. when he's having a bad pain day Nai will proceed to cuddle him and make him food while calling him a Stupid Dumb Fucking Idiot

They do the typical sibling thing where their dynamic fluctuates wildly between "I love you and I would kill and die for you" and "if you even BREATHE in my direction I will strangle your ass" but they have to be careful because their sibling fights have resulted in multiple explosions and/or the leveling of a small town

Nai has stolen Vash's prosthetic arm multiple times and hidden it because he lost an argument and didn't want to apologize

Vash = dog autism

Nai = cat autism

Occasionally Vash will get himself in a fight and Nai will stand there and watch him get the shit beat out of him instead of helping (if you yourself have siblings you will understand EXACTLY why lmao)

Vash has had many a human lover throughout his long life. every single time Nai will sit him down and show him the "why humans suck and why your new S.O. is a fucking trilobite" powerpoint presentation. not ONCE has Vash actually paid attention

Vash smokes because it reminds him of when he was Eriks, which was one of the few times he's really felt at peace. Nai hates that Vash smokes, but somehow new packs of cigarettes keep mysteriously appearing in his bag whenever he mentions he's running low.

Nai actually cried from joy and gratitude when Vash bought him a new computer (Vash does not have the heart to tell him that the only reason he did was because he stole Nai's old computer to watch porn, accidentally downloaded a shitton of viruses, then panicked and punched a hole in the computer screen)

Because they're Plants, the twins have a kind of weird psychic mental link

Vash will project the most random repetitive shit through their link sometimes just to annoy Nai for no reason. no one else can hear it so sometimes humans will see these two grown ass men standing next to each other in silence until the scary-looking one in the white cloak out of nowhere just whips around and screeches "STOP FUCKING SINGING THE GODDAMN HAMSTER DANCE SONG IN YOUR HEAD"

"Vash can you turn your music down" "Ok bro" *turns the music up even louder*

[kaa-05n2]

set of illustrations for this fic - click ❤

[alexxuun]

Saw this belt gadget that’s so cowboy Wolfwood coded, I have to draw it.

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[ruporas]

biting throughout october + halloween costumes (ID in alt)

[ethecookednoodle]

Some designs for my Homestuck/Trigun AU (yes, really)

If you asky WHY I did this, I'm just gonna tell you I blacked out and these were already on my drafts and I just...let it happen. I'm not sorry though.

Happy Homestuck everyone <3

[ars-de-elysium]

One more WIP before Stampede Saturday! Working more on my Trigun AU and incorporating the twins outfits from their Stampede attire.

[alena-draws]

Commission piece for @hypermoyashi , a Demon!Vash from their fic "Make it to Daybreak". You love Trigun, Vashwood and Demon Slayer? Perfect! :D In that case, head over to Ao3 this instant and give this fic a read!

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