#trigun stampede knives

[king-psycholyze]

I'm Vash the Stampede.

[historia-xxx]

Day 1 of Western Week!!

Showdown at High-noon

[venjt]

Some Twitter requests some drunkly drawn some not lol guess which is which LOL

[tenabrye]

First kiss and general kiss headcanons for Vash and Knives? If you wanna add Nick too you can, but i know you said 2 per request so its up to you! Wanna respect the ask box and rules!

Thank you friend! I hope youre well!

I hope you don't mind, but I made some of the kisses have a little bit of an nsfw piece to them.

Sorry if Knives' part seems OOC.

(Included Wolfwood because I love him too much to leave him out)

Vash

The first kiss was rather adorable. Looking up at the stars above and admiring the beautiful night sky, you were unaware of Vash watching you, admiring you. Then, when you turn around and see his smiling face, you both lean in and share your first kiss. The moment was magical, and it felt just right. All of those pent-up feelings for one another simply came bursting out.

He's a sucker for all types of kisses. Quick, little pecks to the cheeks or lips, or long and drawn-out kisses that usually end up in a brief session of making out. He does, however, have favorite places to kiss you. His kisses are usually quick, and he honestly doesn't mind PDA, however, if you're uncomfortable then he will cease immediately.

Your head or cheeks are his go to when in a hurry for something and he can't give a proper kiss. He will also kiss your head when cuddling or when he's in a soft mood, which is all the time.

Your lips are like a recharging station for him, which is why he loves kissing them after a long day, or if he's in a spicy mood. Those types of kisses are usually followed by a bit of lip nibbling.

Your thighs. It doesn't matter if it's the inner or outer part of them, they're soft and plush and he could kiss them all day if you'd let him, however, doing so will definitely rile him up a bit. Be prepared for that.

Your stomach. Loves trailing kisses up or down it because it makes you laugh due to how ticklish it is, and he loves it. This also gets him riled up, but only if you're in the mood for it. Otherwise, it's just kisses.

Knives

The first kiss was a very unexpected one. He allowed you to sit beside him as his brother used to whenever he played the piano. You listened to the lovely tune the keys produced as his fingers gently danced across them. He wasn't sure what got into him during this moment, but the gnawing desire to kiss you had been annoying him lately. You didn't expect him to kiss you when you looked up at him to compliment his piano skills, but you never complained. You're also the only human he likes in such a way, which is why the thoughts of kissing you plagued his mind for so long.

He's not the type for PDA a majority of the time, so most kisses have to refrain until the two of you are truly alone. He doesn't like an audience watching without his permission. His kisses are always sensual and slow, wanting to relish in the moment for as long as possible. Sometimes they can be a bit hungry as well, but that solely depends on the mood he's in.

The backs of your hands are a place he often kisses, and it's the one that causes the least amount of staring. Sometimes he'll prolong the kiss, being slow with it. If in a certain mood, he will even trail the kisses up your arm.

Your neck is another place he enjoys kissing. He likes the way you shudder under the touch of his lips when they press themselves to your neck, kissing that sweet spot that makes you moan. The noises you make are music to his ears and, as such, this always leads to something spicier.

It may come to a surprise when you learn he enjoys kissing your ankles, but it's not entirely what you think. He has no real interest in feet, however, when he has your legs hanging over his shoulders as he fucks you, he can't help but kiss the body part nearest to him, and he chose your ankles for that.

Your back is a very sensual spot for him to kiss. This typically happens after a spicy session, when the both of you are unwinding and enjoying each other's presence. He will make sure that you're asleep first before he softly kisses your back. The fact that you can be this vulnerable with him tugs strings he never knew his heart had, and he slowly learns to enjoy it.

Wolfwood

The first kiss with him was something he planned for, or at least tried to. Trying to find the right moment and mood to kiss you had been difficult, until one day where you just suddenly grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together. Turns out he wasn't the only one planning on a kiss.

He gives no fucks when it comes to PDA, however, he will stop if it makes you uncomfortable. If you also give no fucks, hey, it all works out just fine then. His kisses are shameful, but oh so sweet and tender. He'll kiss you to annoy onlookers and make them either look elsewhere or walk away. He also makes a habit to kiss you at every opportunity he has. Before bed, after breakfast, after waking up, and especially if he saves you from disaster.

Your lips are the obvious place for him to kiss. His favorite thing to do is kiss you when you least expect it, or he'll catch your attention and then go in for a kiss. You're always left in a somewhat surprised state, but the smile on your lips is very telling for him.

Your neck is probably his second favorite spot to kiss. You make a lot of little noises when he does, especially when he sneaks a kiss to the side of it. Sometimes you moan, and oh boy, does that rile him up.

Your shoulders are another spot he likes to kiss. They have to be exposed, though, so this type of kiss is typically for either during a spicy session or after. He'll hold you close to him, your back flush against his chest when you suddenly feel his lips leaving kisses on your shoulder.

Your forehead is a tender place for him to kiss and is always during his softer moods. You could also just be sleeping and has the urge to just place a little kiss to your forehead. He can't help that it's such a sweet spot to kiss.

[toydreamer]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

Yayyy finished Knives piece as the other half to go with Vash’s piece! Am I playing emotional cards? Yes!

Also I really like it when he smiles since it’s so rare to see one on him and it contrast well with his twin brother’s expression (piece) hehe

Thank ya all for enjoying my trigun pieces! 🥹🫶🏻🔥

[slothpoth]

Uncanny Vash and Knives Hcs

I just finished TriMax like— today so now I feel more comfortable being Public with hcs

TW: Body horror and the like

I’m gonna format this by saying overall hcs and then getting specific on how both of them treat/adapt to these hcs and what personal differences they have

Duo Headcannons

Every time their voicebox reopens their voice takes on a different tone

Most of the time it’s imitating voices they’ve heard in the past, sometimes it’s a weird amalgamation of them creating a new voice.

For example when they only knew Rem their voices would sometimes go a bit too high pitched like it’s their original voice mixed with Rem or just straight up Rem

Their eyes are very glassy and doll-like

I won’t say life less because they can still emote but I think when they’re at rest it’d be very like IB/ Mad Father Doll Room Tease

I’m playing with the idea of them not blinking but I wanna make it freakier somehow so maybe they blink inconsistently? Like one eye will blink every hour and the other every two hours?

The surface of their skin is always feels like there’s an electric current underneath, like you touch their arm and they have buzzies

Independents in general start off looking very uncanny as a newborn, grow into a child that looks very human, and as they rapidly age they start to become more plant like again (got inspo for this from possuminatrenchcoat_27 on tiktok)

This could possibly be a newer adaptation after what happened with Tesla assuming that Tesla is the first instance of an independent/ the first instance of an vs independent getting brutalized like that.

When they get antsy or any high tension you’d be able to see their respective abilities kind of…..moving under their skin

When the tension or emotion gets too much they start to like leak whatever their thing is, think “Hikaru” from The Summer Hikaru Died

When they bleed it’s a mixture of blood of sometimes a feather or a leaf or two

Viewing their “human” visages as a sort of disguise, I’d like to assume they can change colors

And by change colors I mean change how saturated or unsaturated their skin, hair, nails, and other organic parts are

Like if they do choose they can have the brightest teeth none to man and plant

Speaking of teeth, they can choose how many, how little, how long, how short, and what order their teeth are in

Also!! Incredible muscle control, like thinks Fox in a trap, rather than knaw off their leg they simply move and contract the muscle (and possibly bone) until they can slip out

They can photosynthesize but when they do it’s very obvious and very ominous

Like imagine one of them standing looking up, neck limp head back, eyes wide and unfocused slightly rolled back, jaw slack, a rumbling coming from the top of their head and from the ground but nowhere inbetween

Their senses are heightened so in high traffic areas they can get overwhelmed easily, especially considering that they spent their developing and adapting years on the ships where the loudest thing was the machine hum

I think it’d be funny if they can make themselves smell like different types of foliage like one day it’s roses the next it’s honeydew the next it’s just grass

Vash Copes

so Mr. Deluxe-Life-Like over here is a hummer

Like he’ll hum and clear his throat and make noises to try a get his speaking voicebox to around a tone that somewhat sounds like him.

He can’t just start randomly talking and sound like Milly! That’d be rude!

So along with the rainforest animal sequence chittering and chattering he’s just, “hmm hrrmm huummm buh…how are doing? Do you feel okay?”

To make up for how his eyes are he wears glasses (of course) but also had figured out how to dilate his eyes in time with what he sees in other people’s emotions (incredible muscle control)

He’ll be purposely very expressive to take as much attention from his eyes as possible so none notices how his eyes look or the blinking issue

Sometimes he’ll make himself blink when he knows he’s being looked at

So when Vash is getting antsy under his skin youll see almost like vines wiggling about underneath, but very inconsistently

Like if you’re looking at his arm you’ll see a long thin vine, that could be mistaken for a vein, jerk around sporadically

When he’s getting very antsy the vine will sprout thorns that’ll push through his skin like water. It won’t leave a wound behind the skin will just fall back together

That’s why he likes the coat so much because you can’t see the things going on under his skin

So like imagine an almost worm like part of his skin being raised that’s jerking around and moving these thorns that just glide through his skin (freaky huh?)

I think Vash would use the color changing thing for comedic effect, like the usual tinting red for blush or embarrassment, stuff like that

Despite having all these options for self customization, I think Vash would keep it pretty human like.

Well— not exactly. He hasn’t been in a place to get the details right so he kinda…fills in the blank spaces with other things!

Like since he hasn’t had the time to peek into someone’s mouth, he has a dog mouth. He’s seen the inside of a dogs mouth lot of times what’s wrong with it? They look cool!

One time him and wolfwood were play fighting and WW had pinned him so Vash started to moved his muscles around to squeeze out and WW got so scared he jumped like a foot in the air and cowered in a corner

Vash doesn’t photosynthesize often because he typically eating so that’s how he gets his energy

But when he’s on the run and another town is a ways away and he’s sooo hungry he just gotta Yknow

one time Meryl and Milly caught up to him while he was doing it and when they approached (after passing once to try to taunt him with water) he jerked out of it in a blink all creepy like

Like they were a yard away from his back and they blinked and now he’s a foot away and facing them all “Hey Ladies!” fym hey ladies bitch move

For his senses I feel like he kind of enjoys being on the run so he’s not constantly overstimulated by all the sounds of towns

Don’t get him wrong he loves towns and people but 24/7 everytime he opened his eyes? He just needs a wee break is all

Smell wise I think he’d keep to a grass kind of scent, it’s all he really knows

So when Meryl or Milly or Wolfwood come up and get personal with him and ask “what are you wearing” after answering cheekily for a while he just goes “nothing, I just smell like this”

Knives Cope

Welcome to the stage Mr. I-Look-Like-This-For-The-Irony and his special talent How Far Can We Push The Human Assumption

One of Knives’ pleasures is seeing how far he can push what he looks and acts like until people start to think he’s not a human

He’s found it’s reasonably far if he’s careful

Voice wise, Knives’ voice really doesn’t change all that often

It gets more erratic based on the people around you and Knives is usually isolated, since he’s not constantly around voices and people like Vash he just has to deal with voice pitching up and down and less imitations

That doesn’t mean it’s never happened

When he and Conrad first teamed up and we’re talking more often about their plans and what’s possible, Conrad thought Knives was warming up and being playful by imitating his voice sometimes

He chuckled once and Knives was like “What’s so funny.” And Conrad brought the voice thing up and Knives was like “That’s unintentional, why would I wanna win your favor I already have it.”

Knives knows his eyes are off putting. He knows very well.

He intentionally makes an overt amount of eye contact until he knows the other person is freaked out

When Knives gets to a point of tension where you can see his blades poking under his skin, he just lets em out

To him it’s his base plant side telling him to free himself of this embarrassing flesh suit so he’s like ah just as nature intended

It could also be why he has the cloak of blades cause he’s always high tension

Back to his stage act, How UnHuman Can We Look Until They Start Actually Thinking I’m Not Human, when it comes to their customization options, Knives likes the keep it just about human

He wants to look like his sisters, but knows he can’t get people to do what he wants if they think he looks too sweet (in his opinion his sisters are adorable)

So he tries to balance both visuals. He’s crazy pale with platinum blonde hair because his sisters are also incredibly pale.

But on the other hand, he keeps himself looking somewhat human because what else to should humanity see at its end but itself?

When he isn’t in public, he likes to look ALOT less human, like biblical Angel.

Knives doesn’t get into situations where he needs to move his muscles around himself to escape anything, the only time he did was when he and Vash were younger and playing around

Unlike Vash, Knives photosynthesizes all the time

He doesn’t like eating, it overwhelms his senses. The sunlight? Oh the sunlight.

Knives feels the same way about the Sun like yearning gays and the moon

He will photosynthesize even if he doesn’t have to, he does it so often he can do it laying down (he looks like a corpse and if you come too close to him while he’s laying there you will get skewered right ways)

Knives remembers more about the flowers Rem showed them and how they smell so usually he’ll choose whichever plant he thinks of first

That’s the end, this took like two days straight there was more in the thinker and reading The Summer Hikaru Died mid way through making it. Can you tell how much I like figuring out how human is human?

[notbaoz-art]

Sad

[beanibon]

Millions Knives x SelfHarm!Reader

Kinda my own comfort fic, but I know others want to have their favourite villain to give them cuddles through hard times.

Please take care of yourselves and reach out if you ever need help, my dms are open if you guys ever need to chat 💜

TW: self-harm, self-blame, general topics of depression.

He shouldn't have given it to you, that tiny blade he had snapped from a tendril. A gift he intended for self-defense, a reminder of himself. A courting present.

Now all Knives felt was horror seeing what you had used that gift for, head shaking at the sight before him.

Knives was a destructive being, destroying everything in his path for the sake of his goal, slaughtering and maiming humans. Seeing that blade in your hands, bloodied within those gentle hands of yours, the very same hands that soothe his own pain. It was a reminder that all he brought was destruction, even to those he loved and cherished.

"Knives? You weren't suppose to be back for-"

"Why?" Your eyes turn sullen, finding interest in the floor where you sat. Knives heart ached, ached that you couldn't look at him, ached that you didn't trust him enough to come to him. "Why? Why would you do something like this?"

He didn't mean for his voice to raise in volume, he truly didn't mean it. Knives wasn't angry with you, disgusted by what you've done. He was scared. Memories of his own painful nights at destroying his flesh, experimenting with new blades that he produced at whim.

And to forget the pain of his brother aiming a gun to his skull.

"I didn't give you that to destroy yourself with," Knives hissed out, taking a step towards you, watching as you flinched at his tone. He truly didnt mean to speak to you like you were nothing, yet he couldn’t stop those words from sounding like watered down venom. "I gave you that blade, to remind you of me, and how much I want to protect you." He softened his tone, kneeling before you with an extended hand.

"Please my darling, hand me the blade, let me replace it with something that won't cause you harm." Those baby blues, filled to the brim with nothing but adoration for you, a pathetic human that slithered into his cold heart.

Your usually happy eyes, once brimmed with joy, filled with tears. Quiet sobs racked your body, wilfully releasing the blade to the plant that crumbled it to dust in his own hand.

Soft hands graced his skin, body instinctively tensing, only to relax seconds later. Blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into hug. Knives reciprocated instantly, arms enveloping your tiny body.

It took months for him to allow you to touch him, years till he returned your touch with his own. Now Knives couldn't go without those soft hands holding his face, or massaging his scalp as you forced him to 'sleep'.

Now those soft hands were covered in blood, your blood.

Carefully as to not harm you further, Knives untangled himself from you, holding your arms. Ice blue eyes examined the new cuts littered across your wrists, a sympathetic sigh slipping past his lips.

"This pain is all too familiar to me, I know the urges, the constant need to relieve that agonising pain," Your eyes widened at Knives confession, looking at his own arms despite the suit covering them. "I understand it may take some time to stop, but I will not be apart of your relief, never ask for a blade from me again. Instead come to me so that I can help you overcome this, I'm not that terrifying. . . Am I?"

Quiet laughter broke the frown etched on his features, a small smile replacing it. "You aren't terrifying, at least not to me, not anymore." Those soft hands on his face had him melting, purring into your touch.

"Good, let's get you cleaned up shall we? Perhaps I'll let you make your obnoxious sounding music on my piano." A smug smirk was present on his face the moment your eyes sparkled, you weren't allowed to touch his beautiful piano unless he was guiding you. Otherwise the room would be filled with your childish keyboard smashes until Knives was sulking, silently fuming with a pounding headache he gained afterwards.

"It's called artist keyboard smashing, and you love it." You teased, wiping your dried tears.

Knives chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently held you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bed. That's where Knives cleaned you up, the very same hands that were covered I'm the blood of countless innocent lives, bandaged your arms with such gentle concentration.

"Thank you, Knives." You nuzzled into his neck, eyes closed.

Knives simply hummed, a kiss placed into your temple that had you instantly opening your eyes, mouth agape with a smile. He immediately regretted it.

"You kissed me!"

"I always do."

"Only after I kiss you first! You did it without me initiating!"

"Keep bringing it up and I'll never kiss you again."

"You wouldn't survive that long, you need my kisses to live on. Otherwise you'll shrivel away to nothingness." Your soft giggles had Knives pouting form relaxing, eyes examining the personality that chipped away at his protective walls. Knives would have to protect you now, more so than previously.

And he'd do just that, holding your hurting soul close while he worked hard to keep you safe.

"I suppose I don't despise your kisses that much."

[kurr0n]

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[x--ghost--x]

You guys know that kind of fanfics where Vash is send to our world right?

Yeah so

What about some kind of like an au where they all just live on Earth and trigun isn't a thing there

But reader is the one who lives in trigun and suddenly (maybe at the end of 12ep of tristamp) gets teleported to the 'normal world'

Just like those ffs but instead of Vash it's you

But the thing is, they all were in your world and now they're in this one but everything is so different

So you're just confused after appearing somewhere in the backyard of Rem's house bc omg she's alive what the hell and also while laying on the grass the only thing you can think about is 'where tf am i?? What happened? Wasn't I with Vash fighting Knives or something????'

And your brain just explodes when you see the brothers coming out of the door asking her what happend - not fighting to death over a cube, just bickering bc Nai almost tripped on Vash's leg while walking up to you both

Not being able to comprehend what is going on, you faint

Vash starts panicking and Nai just stands there thinking who are you and why do you look like you were fighting with a bear and oh mY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN- REM LET'S LEAVE THEM THERE AND-

But no, she takes you inside to help, leaving now two panicking 20 y/o guys in the garden (you can't tell me Nai is not as much a mess as his brother)

And that's probably how your story of adapting to this new life would start

I seriously need to stop these

[lovelyunholyc]

not for the first time, you're staring down a demon, face to face, right in the eyes.

you can't deny he's beautiful, really, there's no other word that could encapsulate his otherworldly, unsettlingly perfect features: blue eyes so pale and icy they almost seem transparent (such an interestingly stark contrast to his brother's warm, oceanic blue), sharp nose and even sharper cheekbones, strong, regal jaw - but then again, you'd never admit any of this either - only over your dead body.

which, by the potent, venomous look he was giving you, might not be far off from becoming a reality.

you don't even remember what you'd been fighting about this time. like always, you seem to forget the moment something hot and fiery inside you snaps at something he says or does, or even just the way he seems to sneer at you at every opportunity, and you're blinded with rage, facing down your constant instigator and never backing down - far too stubborn to.

knives stares back at you, just as indignant, just as stubborn, those freakish eyes piercing straight into your soul, it seems, that sharp nose scrunched slightly with malice, lip curled in disgust. you had the audacity to challenge him, and there was no way in hell he would ever back down and let you win.

you hate that his haunting beauty still becomes him, even with the angry pull of his expression, from his perfectly shaped pale blonde brows down to his mouth, you hate it with every ounce of your being, you hate him.

and yet, you would liken him to an angel if his disdainful attitude and general miserable existence didn't lead you to believe he were the spawn of satan instead.

you don't realize how close your faces are until vash reminds you of his presence with a soft, innocent little giggle, a precious sound in such sharp comparison to your current position that it makes both your heads whirl around to face him and nearly bump into each other in the process.

"what?" knives snarls, the word grating between his teeth, expression unchanging save for the almost imperceptible softness that always seems to come through when he looks at his brother.

vash seems to have that effect on everyone, you think, you included. it's remarkable, really, that he can get through to someone like his brother - even more so to think that they came from the same womb - they were so different, no matter how much vash tried to convince you that knives had a good side, too. you could never imagine. in any case, it surely could never be as good as vash.

"n- nothing, nai, sorry," vash pipes up, pointedly avoiding both your gazes and pursing his lips, clearly trying not to laugh again.

"vash," comes the warning from you both, your tones varying completely - yours softer, knives's harsher, but just as exasperated.

the man in question's eyes widen almost comically as he glances between you, which in turn makes you turn back to his brother, and with a start, you realize your fingers had been clutched tightly in the front of his second-skin compression shirt. you avoid looking down at it, avert your eyes from what you already know - knives took meticulous care of his body, and it was difficult not to notice, despite how much you tried not to ever grace him with your attention.

you let go immediately, fingers jumping away like the fabric's on fire (you think it might as well be), fighting the compounding heat crawling up your neck and reasoning with yourself that it was just from residual anger. you shake it off with the distraction vash had kindly yet inadvertently provided, your fury slowly ebbing away for the time being, especially the longer you looked at vash, his sunny presence easily eclipsing the far darker and more distressing one of his brother's.

knives stands to his full height, reminding you belatedly just how much larger he is, how much more broad. you try not to think too much about it, about how he'd let you bring him down to your height, how quickly you'd forgotten his frame and superior strength, just so you could get in his face with your rage and displeasure and spew your own brand of poison back at him. and how he'd let you, just as caught up as you had been.

"spit it out." he turns and faces his brother with a disapproving glare, a fraction of its intensity compared to what he had seemed to reserve only for you.

vash doesn't even flinch at his expression, he just grins, radiant as ever. "everyone will be here soon, so please stop fighting for five minutes?" he scratches the back of his neck, a telltale habit you know of his well enough to know that wasn't what he'd wanted to say initially.

knives knows him even better, and would likely be able to tell this too, but he doesn't press further, just steps away from you and walks off without another word, presumably to sulk in his room as he usually does.

you roll your eyes upon his exit, relieved, but then perk up when you hear vash chuckle. "what?!" you repeat, the annoyed furrow back in your brows.

"oh, nothing~" he sings, smiling widely, looking for all the world like he knows some precious secret that you don't.

luckily for him, he has the foresight to dodge when you lunge at him, and then continue running; he's saved from your chase by the bell ringing to signal your friends' arrival.

[king-psycholyze]

I forgot halfway through this was just to present plushie Vash

[historia-xxx]

Knives once again in his fish snuggle but this time with fish shoes and a vine ref lmao

I swear I have the humor of a 2 year old haha

[venjt]

I love Plantcest

[tenabrye]

If ya didnt do this already, could i get some vash and knives domestic headcnons for when they live with their s/o? Do they cook, do they clean, how do they spend time together? Small things like that!

If you did, sorry for the double ask! If not, thank you!!!

Vash

Domestic life with him is such bliss. He's an early riser and will always bring you breakfast in bed if you prefer to sleep in. If you're also an early riser, then he would love nothing more than to make breakfast with you in the kitchen. He may not be able to cook most things, but anything with eggs and he's your man. Is also good at making pancakes/flapjacks and will make little faces on them out of fruit, chocolate chips, and whipped cream.

Will actually do all of the cleaning if you want, or even split up the chores if you prefer it that way. Cleaning always takes the longest with him because he will always stop midway to pull you into a kiss or dance with you. This especially occurs during sweeping and escape is futile. Will also barter with you, saying how he'll do certain chores in exchange for kisses.

When it comes to bathing, Vash prefers doing so together rather than alone. Uses the excuse of, "It saves water," which is true, yet the man can't seem to keep his hands to himself when washing up sometimes. He is the sweetest when it comes to baths. Will light candles and has the tub filled almost to the brim with bubbles that are just waiting to be soaked in. He'll sit behind you in the tub and gently scrub your back, or massage your achy shoulders before peppering kisses on your neck. This definitely leads to some fun times.

He enjoys doing couple activities with you, however, he's also content with doing his own thing while you simply sit in the same room and do your own thing. Vash enjoys your presence. He will get all giddy if you show any interest in any of his activities and will tell you about them with the cutest smile on his face. He's also equally interested in your activities, practically loving them all since it means he gets to spend time doing them with you or talking about them to you.

Likes to cuddle a lot more in the domestic life you now have together. In bed, on the couch, in the bathtub, sitting on a bench, etc. It may be due to the fact that he just likes having a hand on you or an arm around you, but he absolutely loves the closeness he gets with all this domesticity. He's not used to it all and he loves it and craves more of it.

Knives

Domestic life with him is peaceful. Even though he doesn't need to eat or sleep, he still does it for you. He's also an early riser, but doesn't do breakfast in bed as often as his twin might, but that doesn't mean he doesn't whip you up something. Or try to, at least. He really isn't the best at cooking, but if you want a bowl of cereal or something that's easy to make, he's got you covered. He leaves the cooking to you, however, he's open to learning and possibly having another outlet that brings him peace.

He's the type to just go ahead and do most of the cleaning and other chores. Knives doesn't mind you helping out, but his reasoning for why he does it is because he knows it'll get done. Might also be due to how he is possibly a little OCD and has to have things done a certain way. At least with cleaning. He's the type to love it all spotless and he works hard to keep it that way. Has a cleaning routine he sticks to 100%.

Likes to bathe with you when he's in a certain mood, and it's usually when he's feeling a little needy for his human. Not a word will be said, but the sound of the tub filling with water or the shower running, followed by a little look from the man, will let you know. He's needy in the sense that he just wants to be close to you without being sexual. The skin on skin contact when he rubs little circles on your back in the tub or how he washes your backside with the loofa brings a calmness to him that he craved the entire day.

Doesn't like to do couple activities a whole lot and prefers to simply do his own thing, however, he doesn't mind if you join him or do your own thing in his presence. He enjoys reading and playing the piano, finding both equally calming. Knives will actually teach you how to play the piano if you show any interest, or simply let you sit beside him and listen as he plays. He will also read to you if you would like him to, as he knows his voice is soothing to your ears. He won't admit it, but he loves it when you cuddle up to him when he reads to you, or if he's reading silently.

Knives never thought he would like the domestic life, but he does admit that it has its charms. At least with you, his little human. He's fond of this newfound life and what it offers with you at his side.

[vuiltone]