#two words. knives. Trigun

[wryuxim]

this has been in my drafts way too long, and again, i suck at writing, but i’ve really needed to say this. how the hell is millionsummers so normalized in the fandom? well i know why, but it’s honestly crazy to me how 90% of the pretty small amount of legato fans in existence ship him with knives. like do you even understand his character? sure if you haven’t read trimax (like too many people) you literally wouldn’t know anything significant about him since he’s just kinda there in the other iterations. all you’d see is evil guy x bootlicker right hand that have minimal interactions with each other. don’t get me wrong, i could get behind that. like it even. but the issue is that there’s more to it than just that. even if you haven’t gotten to legato’s backstory in the manga, it’s clear from the start that the way that knives treats him crosses the line of average evil toxic yaoi bull. like literally the very first time we see them interact knives casually shatters every bone in legato’s body bro. causing irreparable damage and rendering someone a quadriplegic(?) after they were probably trying to get you a new body for the past 7ish years is so romantic, right!! He also just disregards him as a person and is generally shitty and all that which is kinda mean of him to do ngl. yeah you could say erm actually knives does care about legato though, he’s just too much of a stubborn bitch to show it!1!1!!1!! and i agree with that (to an extent, not getting into it though) but like…that doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s literally abusive. and that isn’t even considering literally everything about legato himself. he was horrifically abused for as long as he could remember. he doesn’t know what a healthy relationship of any kind is. he chose to serve knives (despite being well aware of how he was) because he never knew a life outside of that. he thinks that’s all he’s good for and knows he won’t be anything more to knives, yet still kills himself trying to prove his worth. knives is someone he is unhealthily dependent on who causes him to become more and more self-destructive. just because knives isn’t the same as his previous abusers doesn’t mean it’s not just another shitty situation he fell into. i do think legato’s feelings towards knives could be some sort of crush, but it’s more of a one-sided obsession than anything. to think that it’s an actually good cute little pairing baffles me.

i think what i’ve said so far is enough of an argument ig, but there’s still my main point left. i held back on this till now because of the crazy amount of people say he wasn’t for whatever reason, but legato was a CHILD when they met. like do y’all SERIOUSLY think he’s an adult here??

i really don’t want to pull up panels from his backstory flashback, but you literally cannot convince me. nightow didn’t need to state it outright for it to be pretty obvious that he was a kid. we see how he draws other characters when they were younger as reference so you can clearly see the differences in proportion. i mean just compare it to how he looks throughout the rest of the manga, especially near the end. just because he doesn’t have a confirmed canon age doesn’t mean that there wasn’t an intent there. y’all are grasping at straws to justify it.

also the same applies to elendira (x knives) because of the super secret third legato flashback:

i won’t count this as proof for legato because tristamp (though a separate canon) kinda muddies it, but woah she’s not an adult. also irrelevant but knives was smiling at him 😞😞 i’d like to think he was nice to them at one point but this isn’t about that. the fact that people probably take this to fuel their millionsummers makes me very very sad.

back on topic though, there’s another side of the copium spectrum. i can’t believe i have to say this, but i’ve no joke seen people say that legato and knives were both teenagers when they met as if that makes any damn sense. the twins are both confirmed over 150 years old. in trimax, the july incident happened ten years by the date before the events of the last few volumes (cited in my last post), and legato doesn’t look all that different in the two flashbacks. and the flashbacks or any other evidence i could pull out my ass don’t even actually matter because knives is old as fuck and legato is obviously a normal human age. again, it’s just straw grasping bro so please give up 😭🙏

and if you don’t give a shit and loooove grooming mentally ill teenagers you pick up off the streets then fuck off?? you’re gross and legato would hate your ass. i probably have more to say but i can’t think of anything rn so that’s it for now. millionsummers is cringe and this fandom is a prison. but like a cartoon one where the bars have large enough gaps between them to walk through.

[hjemne]

Babygirl I have 38 thousand words of incomplete trigun fic spread across 8 wips and have no idea how to even start dealing with it

[greetingfromthedead]

🔞 Unwrapping (Trigun x Reader)

ft Vash, Wolfwood, & Knives

Author's Note: I've got you one more present to wrap things up for this year (pun intended). Let us send 2024 off and start 2025 with a BANG! Inspired by this ask, I've just not been able to get a certain something off my mind...

Below you will find 3 smutty oneshots, each with some light bondage and varying dynamics! I tried to keep them brief, but I've never been good at it so here you go! On the menu today we have:

Vash x GN!Reader (1.3k words) Wolfwood x F!Reader (1.3k words) Knives x GN!Reader (1.2k words)

ATTENTION!: Don't question how the boys find themselves in these situations! It is all fine! It is consensual and everyone is enjoying themselves!

↓↓ UNWRAP YOUR PRESENTS ↓↓

VASH x GN!Reader (1.3k)

Vash looks more flustered than ever. You really can't recall a point when he looked so red. Perhaps the time he accidentally blurted out he was in love with you? No, not even close. Currently the bright red blush covers his entire face, extending down to his chest and making his ears almost glow. He is nearly as red as the ribbon tying him up. The silken cloth crisscrosses his scarred skin and augmentations. He looks embarrassed and shy as he averts his eyes from you, unable to meet your gaze. His arms are bound behind his head, and the wide satin strap spirals around him until it reaches his crotch, where it continues to wrap around one of his legs. A second ribbon wraps around his other thigh, ensnaring his cock and balls in a tight, restrictive embrace, only a bulging outline against his leg. A bow ties the two ends of the cloth together at his hip.

"Um… Mayfly?" He stammers, "Could you release me?"

"Unwrap my gift? Sure!" You smile, and his gaze finally meets yours.

"I know that look!" His eyes widen slightly. "That's the naughty look!"

"What makes you think that?" You continue to tease him while shifting closer.

"I'm all for it! I just can't do much like this," he replies, somehow blushing even deeper.

"Who said you need to do anything? I can't let an opportunity like this slip away!" You speak to him softly while looming over him.

Vash is a man of service. He is always happy to take the lead. He puts your needs above his own, doing whatever is necessary to bring you to completion, often neglecting his own joy. He says your pleasure is his. He gets a kick out of making you squirm in delight. Well, not this time. Now it is your turn, even if he has to be tied up for that.

You lean closer, leaving kisses on the skin peeking out between the ribbons. You kiss up along his stomach, to his chest and neck. You leave burning kisses everywhere your lips can reach, delighted by the soft sighs escaping Vash. Your hands stroke his rough skin tenderly, your legs entangling with his.

His lips respond to yours eagerly once you meet them. He tries his best to lean closer, but like this it is easy to keep him on his back, tied up and helpless. But he seems content, especially when he sees the happy expression on your face. He is letting you have your moment. You see his muscles flexing and rippling with each breath and shift as you push yourself up, one hand still resting on his belly. His eyes are so gentle and loving as he watches you; it almost makes you give up on your intentions and just cuddle him instead, but you snap back and adjust on the bed, determined to stick to your plan.

You take your place between his legs, kneeling and drawing closer until his legs are over your hips, a position where you often find yourself in, just with the roles reversed. Vash has to strain a bit to look at you since he has no pillow to support his head, but you count on him soon rolling his head back instead.

With a tender touch, you stroke along his skin, from his thighs to his abs, down his sides and butt. Your fingers are feather light, tingling his skin wherever they go. The touch is so gentle that he stirs only slightly, a soft sound escaping his lips. The blush slowly retreats as he relaxes, and the sight of him makes you feel butterflies. You keep teasing his skin; your warm touch is comforting, rising more and more feelings of desire.

You make a show out of slowly pulling the loose end of the bow on his hip until it unravels. A new blush appears on him again, and you feel the heat radiating from his body as you slowly start to unwrap the wide ribbon from around his thigh and cock. One revelation after another, you reveal more and more of his skin, his hard shaft coming into view, and you take every opportunity to gently tease him. The last rounds of the ribbon loosen themselves as his dick springs free, standing tall and proud in front of you. It twitches slightly with anticipation.

Vash looks more up, and you see the redness spreading over him again as he hides his face with a small whimper. You can tell he's embarrassed, but also incredibly turned on. Perhaps he is so embarrassed exactly because he is so turned on by your tantalizing touch, and he can't hide it behind his usual mannerisms of taking charge of the intimate situation. His cock rests on his stomach, darker than the rest of him; impressions of the ribbon still remain where it was bound.

The ribbon slithers off the edge of the bed where you throw it before you lick your palm, collecting enough spit on it to glide over his skin. You start from the base, putting gentle pressure on him until you reach the tip. He still avoids looking at you as you wrap your fingers around him, pulling downward in a smooth motion. Your movements are slow and calm, even when you add your other hand into the mix, stroking the smooth skin of his tip, fingers caressing the sensitive area just beneath. His breath hitches, and his eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations you're causing.

It doesn't take long for him to forget his shyness; he simply melts under your touch, completely surrendering to the pleasure. Your own delight comes from watching him unravel before you. One of your hands moves up and down in a twisting motion along his shaft while the other teases his sensitive tip. The sounds of his pleasure fill the room, from whimpers to moans and empty breaths. You explore every bit of his arousal. With each movement, you feel his body respond eagerly, his back arches, and occasionally he bucks with his hips. Vash's shoulders start to shift, and his upper body twists, struggling against the restraints as you keep him on the verge, edging him to the point of desperation.

Your name rolls off his lips like prayer as he begs for release. His body is tight, arching in response to your touch. Restrained groans and whimpers escape him as finally he reaches the peak of pleasure and releases with a shudder. His muscles tense and relax as he rides the waves of ecstasy, his eyes closed in bliss. You continue to stroke him, guiding him through the climax. A glob of white liquid lands on his stomach with a loud groan and a twitch of his cock, another wave following the first as you stroke upward; it seeps from the tip and drips down his shaft and over your fingers. You keep jerking, determined to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from his balls, watching as he shudders and gasps in the aftermath of his release. A few more small, stringy ropes of cum dribble out, pooling on your hands.

Vash's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath while he comes down from his intense high. You enjoy the sight of him. He looks happy and satisfied, almost out of his mind. You bring your fingers to your lips and taste him, relishing in the flavor when his eyes shoot open and find you, filled with a look that has completely abandoned the shyness from before. The sound of tearing fabric rips through the room as he busts out from the ribbons tying his arms behind his head, and his right hand grabs hold of yours, his long fingers effortlessly wrapping around your wrist as he pulls it closer while sitting up.

"Now it's my turn," he smiles a kind smile, but you recognize the mischief behind it.

WOLFWOOD x F!Reader (1.3k)

Wolfwood has disappeared. He hung around for most of the day, lazing it away with you, and then he got up and didn't return. You check the kitchen. Not there. You check the outside of the house, in case he is having an extraordinarily long smoke. Not there either. Finally, you sneak to the bedroom, in case he is taking a nap. You slowly crack the door, and your eyes widen in surprise.

On the old creaky bed you find what you were looking for. Kind of. Wolfwood lays on top of the bedsheets and blankets, the pillows bunched up by the headboard. He is the wrong way around, head where the feet are supposed to be. But that is not the shocking part. Not even close. He lies there butt naked, tied up with crimson ribbons. Wide bands of cloth crisscross his body, arms tied above his head, legs spread wide open, connected to the bedframe to keep him where he is. He looks over to you, a grin on his face, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Do you need a hand with something, Doll?" he asks with a playful tone, "I'm afraid I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

"What the…" Your voice trails off as you keep looking at his sculpted body.

Multiple thoughts run through your mind as he shifts in place, muscles rippling beneath his skin as he adjusts his stretched-out body. Your eyes are drawn to his navel, where his hard cock rests at full attention, a narrower ribbon tied around it with a bow. Clearly he has been waiting for you, head filled with exciting thoughts.

"How about you come closer, Poppet?" he purrs, voice full of lust, "My wrist may be bound, but you know I am never tongue-tied!"

You see him wink, and his fingers curl as he beckons you closer. Shock and confusion still linger in you, but it doesn't stop you from approaching the bed where his hands hang over the edge. You touch the ribbon with your fingers, a festive bow decorating his wrists. You consider pulling on the loose end to release him, but let your fingers trace along his arm instead until you touch his face. Wolfwood presses his cheek against your palm while you take a better look at him, spread out and tied up. Heat pools in your core at the sight, and just as your mind starts to wander, you feel his tied hands stroke up along the inside of your thighs.

"Want to have a seat?" he speaks softly, the grin evident in the tone of his voice, "I have one free right here."

You see the twitch of his cock as it lifts from his abdomen, and you can't help but feel a surge of desire at the invitation. You meet his playful eyes as you look down, his fingers tugging at his shirt that is too long on you. With some effort, he manages to reach the waistband of your underwear, teasingly pulling at the fabric.

"Come now, darling, I'm all yours," he says cheekily, and you take a step back. You cup his face and place an upside-down kiss on his lips.

You feel the vibrations as he hums in joy against your lips. Wolfwood's tongue sweeps through your mouth as soon as the possibility presents itself, making you both pause and smile against the other.

You straighten up, feeling his hungry eyes rip any item of clothing from your frame, yet his hands are tied, and you make a playful show out of pushing your panties down your legs and letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

"I will kiss your lips and spell my full name with my tongue, the middle one included. Just bring them to me," he grins, his teeth flashing in the dimming room.

"Can't sleep on a gift like that," you smirk, leaning one knee on the edge of the bed, the long shirt covering you from his eyes.

"You could, but I highly recommend sleeping with the gift," he smiles still. "Now take a seat, Doll."

Wolfwood waits anxiously as you crawl closer to him on the bed, swallowing as soon as your pussy comes into view. Before you can settle in, he lifts his head to run his tongue through your folds, making you jolt with surprise.

"I can't help it if you taste so good," he hums as he lays down his head again. "Feel free to suffocate me. I would prefer that method of going out, and you know where the serum is, so no hovering."

You lean back at first as you lower yourself. His mouth eagerly finds your aching core, Wolfwood's flat tongue lapping at your slick heat with expertise. Your gasps of joy mix with his muffled hums of delight. It is so easy to melt into the pleasure as he sucks on your swollen clit, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. He alternates the sensation with lengthier and calmer strokes of his tongue, building the tension until you lean forward, fingers hooking under the ribbon that runs across his heaving chest.

The bliss makes your eyes roll back in pleasure while you let out a soft moan. Wolfwood knows every trick there is about you. His mouth brings you delight as he kisses your lower lips, his tongue drawing patterns you don't understand while he eats your pussy like it is his last meal. He draws pressured circles around your entrance before plunging his tongue inside you, making your thighs tighten and another wave of pleasure wash over you.

His body feels tight under you, like he is struggling against the restraints. Usually he would have already wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you down even more, holding you against his ravenous mouth. His lips return to sucking on your sensitive bud, occasionally tapping it with his tongue. He builds your pleasure brick by brick, relishing the moans and gasps that reach his ears.

Wolfwood's mouth makes you forget the rest of the world. Before you know it, you're rolling your hips, grinding your wet core against his hungry mouth, desperate for more of his skilled touch. Knots of tension form in your gut as you rut against his lips, the need for release burning deep within you. The deep moans escaping his own throat vibrate against your pussy, making you want even more of him.

You bite your lower lip to silence the out-of-control moans and panting, but they continue to roll as whines in your throat as he sucks on your clit, the tip of his crooked nose pushing against your slick folds. You lean even more forward to grind your bud against his face. Your whole body trembles with pleasure, thighs clenching and shaking while you teeter on the edge of relief. You reach out your hand to wrap your fingers around his cock. The skinny ribbon digs into his throbbing length, and you smear the glob of pre-cum across the tip with your thumb. His groans vibrate against your skin as you stroke him, feeling his arousal match yours. You add your spit to the mix, using it as lubrication to bump up and down along his bound dick, soaking the ribbon of fabric wrapped tightly around it.

"Nico…" His name escapes your mouth in a whine. "I'm gonna come!"

You whimper his name like a chant as he continues to lap at your cunt, sucking and licking your clit until you reach your peak. Your body becomes so tense and occupied with the immense pleasure, you even forget the cock in your hand, freezing up until the climax finally washes over you, leaving you trembling as your thighs press together around his head. You let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he lets you come down from your high. It makes you feel weak and spent, leaving you lying down on top of Wolfwood's restrained body. He gasps for air as you rest your head on his hip, next to his cock that you start to absentmindedly stroke again, your mind still fuzzy from the orgasm that ravaged your body.

KNIVES x GN!Reader (1.2k)

"Untie me!" Knives demands with as much command as he can muster.

"Don't worry, I will," you smile innocently as you glance over his mostly naked body. Wide and silky red ribbons run crisscrossing from his ankles to his wrists, around his limbs, and over his torso. Multiple lavish bows decorate him. One by his feet, tying them together; one by his hands, where he is secured to the metal headboard of the bed; and a third one rests in his lap, where the ribbon runs over his hips. There is nothing else hiding his porcelain skin from you. Not a thing.

"Now!" he tries to hurry you up.

"No need to be hasty," you purr while leaning your knee on the edge of the bed. You reach out your hand to cup his face, making his angry glare turn directly to you. Knives's eyes meet yours, and suddenly they aren't nearly as harsh as he was trying to make them. You feel his jaw lock under your touch before he swallows.

"I knew you would come to your senses. Don't be so stubborn." Your smirk only grows as you gently slap his cheek twice. He seems at a loss for words; the snarl on his lips makes it clear he wants to keep demanding to be released, but the shift in the rest of his demeanor shows that at least part of him is content and perhaps even curious about the situation. "I know what would make you feel better."

You trace your finger along his jawline to his chin and down his throat, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your touch. You run your hand over his muscular chest and down his sculpted stomach, feeling the difference of his smooth skin and silky ribbon as they alternate under your finger. Skipping over his bellybutton, your finger reaches the ribbon running over his hips. You feel him tense slightly at your touch, but his eyes remain fixed on yours, a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation swirling in their depths. You let your fingers dance over the red fabric, low on his abdomen, before leaning in towards his ear.

"Believe me, I have every intention of unwrapping my present, and I will take great pleasure in it." With that, you nip at his earlobe, your teeth making it turn red.

Knives starts to protest again as soon as you get off the bed, his voice angry and demanding, but you drown it out, determined to enjoy your present immensely as you shed your clothes until all that remains is your underwear. Your joints crack as you stretch your arms lazily over your head with your back towards Knives, who is still spouting commands you have no intention of listening to. With a roll of your neck, you turn to him again, a mischievous smile dawning on your lips. You get on the bed, crawling closer to him on all fours until you straddle his lap, more towards his spread-out knees. He is in a half-sitting position himself, pillows heaped under his lower back and his arms restrained above his head. Like this, you're face to face with him, able to see every shift of his gaze as your hands run over his body again. First you slide your palms up and over his chest and then drag them down again to his navel and hips. He feels solid and tense under your touch, like a coiled spring ready to release. His eyes are no different as he plays chicken with yours. Without a warning and without averting your gaze, you reach one of your hands under the tied bow before you and grab hold of his half-flaccid cock. You can feel it twitch in your hand, responding to your sudden touch. His breath hitches, and his eyes shoot down as you begin to stroke him with your thumb like he's a small pet.

"You demand to be untied with such vigor, yet you aren't excited at all at the prospect," you sound out with a teasing voice, "How about you show some enthusiasm, and I promise I will help."

You see his mouth open in protest, but you remove your hand from his cock to grab his jaw and crash your mouth to his, effectively silencing any further objections. As a reaction, he responds to your kiss, even leaning his head forward, but as suddenly as you started, you pull away, a smug smile playing on your lips.

"Not another peep out of you, got it?" you say calmly, leaning your forehead to his while still holding his face in a vicelike grip. His eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything. "Good boy."

Knives's eyes stay nailed to you as you pull away, leaning back to run your hands over your own body, from your neck down to your chest and stomach until your fingers brush the hem of your underwear.

"Over or under?" you ask him with a grin, but he doesn't reply. "Good!"

You push your underwear down as far as you can until you can touch yourself more easily. Knives's gaze moves down with your hand after you pick up some spit with it. He watches eagerly as you start to pleasure yourself. A few heavier breaths cross your lips, and you see his Adam's apple bob up and down. You lean back farther, bowing your body and supporting one hand on his knee. You know he enjoys watching you play with yourself; you've noticed it before, and the shift of the bow hiding his cock from view is even more proof of it. His eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his silence only adding to the intensity. The only sounds filling the small room come from you, leaving Knives's lips to part slightly. His chest moves with slow and heavy breaths, showing just how much he's struggling to maintain his composure. You look over his marble figure and the piercing red ribbon that digs slightly into his body with each deep breath. As your gaze reaches his lap, you see the weeping head of his erect cock peek out from between the loops of the bow.

With a lick of your lips, you reach out to take the loose end of the ribbon between your fingers; you twist it, wrapping it around your index before tugging at it slowly. You keep looking at his wavering eyes as you pull the bow loose, releasing Knives's cock from its confines and letting it spring free. You see how he tries to keep his composure, but his face leans closer, and his cock twitches with anticipation. The coil of ribbon is around your hand as you tug it free from under him, and you scoot closer, taking his dick into the other hand and pressing it against your own throbbing sex.

Knives draws breath to say something while you stroke along his hard length, but you stuff his mouth with the ribbon you pulled loose from around him before he gets a single word out. His voice is muffled and unrecognizable as you continue to pleasure him. While your hand moves up and down along his length, you lean your body more against his. You feel his heavy breaths and racing pulse beneath you.

"I told you to be quiet," you whisper into his ear, "All you can say is Please and I want more. Got it? I will fuck you until one of us passes out and there is no point in pleading to be untied."

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[gamerbot-22]

Spending Valentine's Day with the Trigang!

GIF by the-princess-cinnamon

TW/CW: Written with a combination of traits from across Trigun versions, written with the idea that they and reader are in a relationship (separately), lots of pet names!!! (Mayfly, Angel, Honey, Sweetheart), I am aiming to make y'all's teeth rot on how sweet these are, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Included: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives/Nai

Recommended Listening: my love, mine all mine . a short playlist

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful day, whether you have a partner to spend it with, a friend, or just your lovely self <3

Likes and Reblogs appreciated (reblogs > likes) and Requests are Open! It’s all under the cut!

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

GIF by kvroko

He is the most lovesick man in the world on this day, let me tell you.

You wake up and see him in bed next to you just absolutely whipped. He wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles in close and his first words are "Happy Valentine's, Mayfly..." before just drowning you in kisses.

Originally the plan was he would get up and make you breakfast in bed but he got all caught up in being close to you. So you're making breakfast together! It turns out nice, even if you two struggle to get it right.

There's not really flowers on Gunsmoke, but he knows what they look like. So you get a drawing of all sorts of flowers, with meanings only half-remembered from books he used to pour over as a kid.

If you got him anything it takes all of his effort not to fall apart on you. (Please get him something sweet, he deserves it!!)

He wants to take you dancing so baaaad. Like serious bad. There is nothing he loves more than getting to just be close to you and spin you around.

Vash spends all day trying to find a place to take you dancing, but it's a little hard to do that when you're an outlaw and an outlaw's partner. The effort is there but it just doesn't pan out.

But you know? There's something special about slow dancing with Vash by the fire out in the desert while he hums a song to you under the stars <333

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

GIF by mine-loves

I don't think Valentine's Day had been on his radar in a very very long time, so it's probably either day of or immediately upon waking up where he realizes "Oh shit, I need to do something--"

You're about halfway through the morning thinking that you're not getting anything from him when he nearly goes ass over teakettle rushing over to you. He has a half-crushed box of sweets in one hand and a bottle of something bubbly in the other and the most embarrassed look on his face.

He mumbles out a "Sorry, Angel, I almost forgot--" and holds both gifts out to you with his head bowed, like a shy kid or a nervous dog. But you take them in your hands and give him a kiss on the cheek and he doesn't feel as bad.

You two end up sharing, and while the sweets and drinks might be cheap, the time isn't. Hell, maybe you two even end up feeding each other like those sappy couples in those newspaper ads.

He's not a man of flowery words, but he did learn a lot about the saints as a kid. I don't think Wolfwood would frame it as a gift or anything, but when there's a quiet moment he tells you the story of St. Valentine if you're willing to listen.

"He used to perform weddin's for people 'n secret," he tells you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders. "People weren't too big on the Man Upstairs back in the day, so what he was doin' was pretty dangerous. Didn't stop him, though. Or the people he married."

Then he turns his head away from you to save some face. He doesn't want to put too many ideas in either of your heads, but... the idea is kinda nice. For the future.

Once he gets past the nerves though, you get all the kisses you could want. From the crown of your head to your eyelids to your cheeks to your lips. He has a new favorite holiday <333

📸 Meryl Stryfe

GIF by mine-loves

"Ah, honey! My birthday was yesterday! You already got me a gift; you didn't have to get me anything, really!"

She says that, but honestly she's really happy that you would go out of her way to give her a gift a second day in a row. Like! You didn't have to!! But you did!!!

So she takes it and gives you a kiss and when she pulls away her face is so pink. It's precious, and with her soft cheeks she looks a bit like a sweet all on her own.

And you get such a nice gift in turn. I think she's the type to get you something to wear or decorate yourself with, so she gives you this really beautiful pendant on a chain to wear either around your neck or wrapped tight around your wrist.

She also does her damndest to have a nice dinner reservation lined up, if you're in a part of Gunsmoke that allows. She wants to get all dolled up with you and just have a nice evening in whatever luxury an insurance agent/newspaper reporter's salary can get you.

And after dinner, if you still have energy, maybe you can go to a show together! Surely somebody has to be doing something on a stage nearby, right? And if they serve food too, you can share a dessert while you listen.

I think you two end up at a comedy show and have a great time, either laughing until your sides get sore or sharing some amused-if-sympathetic if the person on stage is floundering.

By the end of the night, Meryl's pretty beat and ready to just prop herself up in bed with you. I don't think she even makes it out of her clothes, she just lays her head on your chest and drifts off on the spot <333

💼 Milly Thompson

Breakfast! In! Bed! For! Her! Sweetheart!!!

You get the absolute gentlest wake-up call. She puts her hand on your shoulder, kisses your temple, and chimes "Good morning, sweetheart! Happy Valentine's!"

While you eat she gives you her big plan for the day: Nothing! She just wants to stay in with you and relax all day. And she seems so genuinely excited for that it's nigh impossible to tell her no, especially when she assures you that she still has special things to do in mind.

Once you're both ready to be up and out of bed, she gets the radio tuned to you guys' favorite music station so there's a nice backdrop to all your activities.

Then you spend the whole day just. Making things together. Poetry, stories, silly songs for just the two of you, and all the while there's that lovely music playing and a batch of cookies in the oven for later.

And once the cookies are done and cooled, it's time to ice them! You have so much fun mixing colours and making all these pretty patterns that look absolutely nothing like the book you're using for reference.

At first, Milly is a little upset she's not as good as the pictures, but you help her realized two very important things: no one else could make patterns exactly like she is, and they'll taste delicious either way!

Your evening is spent feeding each other cookies and going over all the things you've made together, and when you kiss each other goodnight you both taste like icing <333

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

WE'RE PLAYING IN THE SPACE HE'S HERE TOO!! Nai lovers I see you and I love you!!! /p You deserve some time with your man on the holiday, too!

I don't think he would really mention the holiday or observe it in any special way, but like...

If he's playing his piano and you come in and be quiet, he won't stop. Even when he sees you sitting on the floor or leaning against the piano out of the corner of his eyes.

He has that one piece he plays all of the time, Visitation of a Calamity/Memory of a Piano, but it's not the only one he knows. After he's finished with that one for this bout of practice, he shifts into another one.

It's calming by some definition. It's still very powerful, and it reverberates off the ceiling and in your ribs, but it doesn't feel like the usual posturing that the other piece evokes.

It's sweeping still, but less a torrent and more a breeze that catches the folds of your clothes and the air from your lungs. It feels a little like flying, you think.

He doesn't say a word to you until he finishes the suite, then without even looking at you, he asks "Is there something you needed me for?"

And I mean... is there? <333

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

Trigun fics Masterpost!

Colors on your Skin, Etched into your Memory: Vashwood, Part of Colors on the Skin au, 2789 words, Wolfwood comforts Vash after he is assaulted.

Broken Plant (Please don’t Kill me): Vashwood, part of fear of water au, 3197 words, Wolfwood and Vash have a job in town to fix a broken plant that goes very wrong.

Cold Sleepy Cuddles: Vashwood, 818 words, The heat breaks in Vash and Wolfwood’s apartment which leads to sleepy cuddles to keep each other warm. Plus very cat-coded selectively mute Vash with lots of pet names

Only You: Vashwood, MillyMeryl, highschool au, 27895 words, Wolfwood has a crush on the hottest and most popular and most talkative guy in the entire school (Vash). The only problem is when ever Vash is alone with Wolfwood, he refuses to a say a single word. Despite not talking around Wolfwood, he always greets him or says goodbye with a hug. Which drives Wolfwood crazy because he does not understand the mixed signals he is getting. Does Vash actually hate Wolfwood? Or is there something else going on?

Feral Vampire: Vashwood, 1228 words, Vampire hunter Wolfwood is assigned to bring escaped feral Vash back to Knives.

Healing Plant (save me save me save me): Vashwood, sequel to broken plant (fear of water au), 3347 words, After the incident with the plant tank, Vash is left with a fear of water and showering. Wolfwood attempts to help Vash finds ways to cope.

You Killed us (I’m Sorry): Vashwood, 2914 words, Vash is attempting to drive again years after Rem and Nai died in a car accident, but the survivors guilt eats him alive. Wolfwood helps pull Vash back together dealing with the loss of his family and his ptsd.

Missing Stray: Vashwood, 1712 words, After the July incident, Vash goes missing. After months of searching for him, Wolfwood finds a small scraggly orange cat who is weirdly similar to Vash

Reunion and Disarming: Vashwood, 5336 words, Vash is attacked by Knives and is rushed to the hospital. But because he is a plant, the doctors don’t know how to properly treat him. Vash has a fun experience with medical malpractice, Wolfwood is by his side to help him through it.

Bite Me: Vashwood, 1445 words, Vampire Vash passes out from refusing to drink blood. Wolfwood encourages Vash to feed from him and finds out he really likes it.

Panicking Plant (I Don’t Know What’s Real): Vashwood, sequel to Healing Plant, 3241 words, Vash's fight or flight response is triggered when he feels someone (something) attack him in the shower. He starts to panic and have a flashback to the incident. Wolfwood helps comfort him and ground him back to reality.

He somehow transformed into a cat? Meryl x Milly, Meryl x Milly x Vash, 3127 words, Meryl and Milly continue to look for Vash after he went missing two years ago. They go to a tavern to try to get information, get super drunk then bring home a stray cat they are convinced is actually Vash.

Something’s Wrong: Vashwood, 2057 words, Vash and Wolfwood go out to a bar for date night. When Wolfwood steps out for a smoke, Vash gets drugged.

Rescued: No ships, part of cat cafe au, 3245 words, wolfwood and Livio work at a cat cafe. Their boss Luida gets a call that two cats, Vash and Knives, are scheduled to be euthanized if she doesn't take them in. Since a cat cafe is a very stressful place for two very traumatized cats, Wolfwood agrees to foster the cats until they are ready to be adopted.

Swimming Plant (Beach Trip Intermission): Vashwood, 3460 words, part of Fear of Water series, Wolfwood and Vash go on a trip to the beach. Vash nearly drowns which triggers a flashback to the plant tank incident.

Needles (HRT and Medical Trauma): Vashwood, 6394 words, Vash starts HRT. The T shot gives him flashbacks of the medical trauma he suffered when captured on the arc

Feral Vampire Desperately Needs a Shower: Vashwood, sequel to Feral Vampire, 1813 words, After taking Vash home, he desperately needs a shower. Wolfwood helps Vash take care of his wound and clean off all the blood and dirt.

Bite Me, Tease Me, Push Me Over the Edge: Vashwood, sequel to Bite Me, 2163 words, After Vampire!Vash feeds off Wolfwood, they have a little fun. Vash eats pussy like a champ and makes Wolfwood very overstimulated.

Bloodlust: Vashwood, sequel to Feral Vampire, 2729 words, Vampire Vash has a blood kink and fucks Wolfwood during his period to help with the cramps

Overload: Vashwood, 3569 words, Vash and Wolfwood have a kink session where Vash ties up Wolfwood and fucks him, but Vash starts to fell unwell and faint in the middle of their sex

Puppy: Vashwood, 15822 words, Vash invites Wolfwood to go to a kink club for puppy sub night. But before they can go, Vash drags Wolfwood to buy clothes and toys for the event. Basically Vash and Wolfwood get very kinky then go to a sex club.

I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea: Vashwood, 5753 words, Vash gets drugged at a bar after accepting a drink from a stranger. He is dragged out into the alleyway, but luckily Wolfwood is there to save him.

Lovely Little Present: Vashwood, 2271 words, Mer Vash tells Wolfwood to meet him at the beach for a present. (Vash fucks Wolfwood in the water and impregnated him with his eggs)

Forced Gift: Vashwood, Kniveswood, 2937 words, sequel to Lovely Little Present, Mer Knives tricks Wolfwood then attacks him to get to Vash

WIN OR DIE!: Vashwood, 8977 words, Vash has been kidnapped by Knives and Legato. Knives forces Wolfwood to play a game show called ‘Plant or Torture’ in order to rescue Vash. He has to answer questions about plants. But for every answer Wolfwood gets wrong, Vash is tortured in some way. Will Wolfwood be able to make it to the end of the game with Vash still alive?

[b0tsbby]

Signifying Meaning in Tristamp’s Vash and Knives S1 Designs and Visual Cues: Part 2

TLDR: How Everything but Stamp’s dialogue supports it’s characters

Trigun Stampede spoilers and potential Max/98 spoilers. TW for fucking episode 11 and 12 of this show I hate it.

I wrote this so that the order doesn’t matter and you can read part 2 or 1 first, though I ask of not reading just one part cause the two kinda work together? Sort of???

If you want a fun drinking game, take a shot everytime I mention the other twin (I’m sorry).

Vash the Stampede

Despite my overt support and gravitation to a certain twin in Stampede and Trigun as a whole, I actually started out Trigun like many, and empathised with Vash more. While not my favourite character at first, ( Wolfwood holds that title), the sadness I felt for Mr Vash after that finale was insurmountable, and now he’s like…guy no.3 I like. With that outta the way, let’s get started.

Ep.1 Ghost of the Man

It shouldn’t be a surprise that I started Trigun with Stampede, and later delved into 98 and Max, so my outrage at Stampede Vash’s design wasn’t so genuine. A google search later and I could tell that the difference however, was jarring.

We first get introduced to Vash laughing hysterically, upside down with his hair mimicking his original look and glasses obscuring his eyes (hold on to that, it’s important). Not the most charming of introductions, but a fun reference to sir Diablo nonetheless.

Meryl gets him down, and his attitude changes slightly. This mysterious man turns out to be somewhat approachable if a little looney.

This sequence already introduces a visual cue Orange loves to use in Stampede, the obstruction of eyes, the window to the soul. This is particularly significant for Vash’s character. His words and gestures suggest an open, friendlier nature, but we as an audience are kept at an arms length through this obstruction. Vash definitely makes no effort to separate himself or keep a distance, a good facade, as Vash still keeps his deepest thoughts and feelings to himself.

This changes after a bit, we see Vash’s eyes for the first time at the bar. Vash here has calculated the type of people Meryl and Roberto. This doesn’t mean he lets his guard down, but rather has decided on the best way to now approach them. Like a mask, Vash has now decided the best one to wear for this social charade.

Ep 1 is littered with moments like this. Another significant one is his encounter and our first introduction to the plants. We're shut out of Vash’s psych once again as Vash looks at both the dying and healthy plant, one lens red and the other blue, a visual of Vash’s internal conflict before we ever really get to figure him out.( And yes that is a Matrix reference, red pill, blue pill. Oh my god.)

Contextually we can link these colours to certain themes and characters, but we’ll sum that up later.

With the psychology of his glasses out the way, we can move on to his style.

Vash wears a big red coat, with a turquoise interior, a black turtleneck, black trousers and swept forward, spiky hair. He still has his signature prosthetic arm, however in this iteration, it’s made of turquoise translucent like metal. And of course, Orange kept his very important mole and left earring.

The bright red is undoubtedly pretty flashy in this drab, brown landscape. If you didn’t know he was the main character before, now you do! On its own, his look is, okay, not exactly groundbreaking but visually distinct enough for you to care.

The disappointment really lies in the comparison of this design and his 98/ Max look. It’s jarringly underwhelming, uncharacteristically new age (ew, new things!). They even swept his anti-gravity needle hair forward! This isn’t so much Vash THE Stampede as it is some shoddy pretty boy imitation of him!

Ring the bell though cause that is where the magic is.

EP 8-9, A Whole Lotta Red (and other colours)

(He’s so tiny here stooooop😭)

Our Home and Millions Knives is littered with the use of red. We’re able to finally give meaning to the colour that defines Vash.

Starting off with his teenage design, Vash is not much different from his brother. He’s wearing scrap cloth he found on this downtrodden planet, painfully human and painfully bland. To reiterate, like his brother, he doesn’t know who he is at this point. He hasn’t decided whether to embrace his past, as his childhood plant suit is nowhere in sight, or embrace his future, whatever that may be. A blank canvas with no solid attachments or motivations yet.

We’ll start off with the psychology of blue;

At this stage, both brothers are blank canvases, barely coping with, well, still being alive. Vash is unlucky enough to be taken in by brad and Luida at first. While some sympathy is garnered from Luida, Vash is still very much othered, until he does something for the wellbeing of Ship 3. It’s here we see again that blue from Ship 5, a plant! But blue doesn’t just represent the sole plant existence, it also signifies their safety and vitality. The blue of his healthy plant sister is the marker for some decency earned from the humans on this ship.

It’s here Vash is walking a fine line to be accepted. He may be a ‘monster’, but he did good, so he’s safe, he’s welcome. It’s here Vash sees what he needs to do to stay on with them in the hopes maybe they’ll forgive him for the Big Fall and being who he is.

It’s then he’s gifted, his signature red coat that doesn’t even fit him yet (awwww). A gift from the humans that took him in despite labelling him as a monster, something other. We learn, red now signifies the love he’s received from humans. This red coat is a living symbol of their ability to change. It’s all figured out.

Then he meets his brother, who naturally, is there just to keep us on our toes. (They called the ship Seeds specifically after Knives impeccable ability to plant the seeds of doubt into almost every 20-something year old watching this show for the first time btw)

The psychology of red takes on a whole new form. Everything is red. The dying plants, the warning lights, the pools of blood on the floor, (from Vash too might I add). Red takes on this meaning of violence, corruption, sickness, pain and death. Most importantly the death of Vash’s plant sisters.

With extra trauma to spare, Vash goes home to ship 3 with a red coat and a red bleeding heart for his sisters and very ambitious brother. Both the bad and good of the psychology of red are displayed, the overarching qualities of humanity.

Ep 1-10, Where Vash Goes Back and Forth

As our main character, we have the privilege of watching Vash’s internal struggle for a sense of purpose and value in real time! In the events of Stampede, we get to pick up a few pieces.

Now that meaning has been attributed to both colours red and blue, destructing the colours of his design becomes a lot more fun.

Thank you Silversora for actually bringing this to my attention specifically.

Overall, Vash’s design communicates a want to blend in, not stand out and well, belong! He’s not an idiot. He knows just as much as his brother the dangers he could put himself in if he fully embraced his plant being. He knows the dangers he could put humans in if he just, fully embraced what he is. In that regard, he’s a little bit ashamed of it.

Vash yearns so badly to be a part of humanity, to be accepted by the same humanity his mother believed in, even if it means suppressing who he is, even if it means being humanity’s showdog.

The tragedy of Vash’s existence lies in an overtness in both sides of the plant and humanity spectrum. Vash is painfully human, and would have easliy passed for one, if he wasn’t such an immensely powerful plant. His existence is dizzying in that its constantly oscillating between two extremes, I’d like to think, too human to be a perfect plant, too plant to be a perfect human. At the end of the day, it is not humans in water tanks. At the end of the day, it is not plants that raised him.

Vash’s coat communicates this tragedy pretty clear, its red with inner blue lining. Outside, Vash is as human-presenting as he can possibly be, it’s what he wants people to see. Internally, his planthood will never leave him, it's the shame, insecurity, he keeps behind this exterior.

And no I haven’t forgotten his black turtleneck and black slacks. There’s no better way than to compare that whole setup with looking into void. Fitting, and very similar to his glasses convention, it’s too obscure his body, his build and yes his scars. A terrible indication of his ever cascading self worth and bodily shame. (If you’re wondering where he got all this shame from, he’s holding on to Knives shame too so his brother can come back one day and collect it with 45% interest.)

Ep 11, The danger of indecision

Okay so we’re at arguably the worst episode ever now, but it’s still littered with visual cues so sit down and just trust me.

Ep 11 is jarringly blue.

I hate to bring the other guy into this, (I’ve done that 5 times in this essay already) but the blue representation in this episode doesn’t fall short on me, considering this is when “The Memory World of Knives” plays from the OST. Back to character design though, this is the unfortunate moment Vash is robbed of his autonomy, and his ability to choose who he is and wants to be. This is where a new colour is brought into the mix, purple.

But this purple is not particularly bright, being more of an accent to black with only his glasses being purple, (I’m going to reiterate here how his glasses are a visual embodiment of the window to the soul). It shouldn’t be missed that the geraniums that grow out of him in this mental warp, are a drowned out purple.

While all this could genuinely mean nothing and I’m wasting your time, I believe it’s expressing the danger of Vash’s foot-in foot-out fawning response. If he doesn’t decide who he is and what he stands for, perpetually living in a state of reaction and guilt, someone else will just figure it out for him and he’ll end up being nothing at all, hence the lack of colour and subtle purple (a muddy middle point between blue and red).

Hope is not lost though, and a second meaning is given to this particularly traumatic hue in the finale.

Ep 12, Where Vash Makes a Choice for himself

Despite holding an unfair amount of empathy for Stampede’s Knives, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than when I watched his ass get kicked. The actualisation, reclaiming of autonomy and defining moment of Vash was incredibly therapeutic.

Vash’s forming of identity was definitely met with more resistance than his twin, but characteristically Vash supersedes Knives again in the transformation of his personal identity and purpose. Vash reaches a level of self awareness, confidence and acceptance that even his brother doesn’t get to until he chooses to ultimately off himself. The exceptional defining moment of Vash the Stampede starts here.

Now that we have defined what blue and red mean in terms of theme, Vash’s purple and black final form gains so much significance. The inner lining of his coat takes on a bright purple colour. As well, red and blue mixed creates a purple hue, this design choice symbolises Vash’s acceptance of his dual identity; he’s too much of a human, he’s too much of a plant. This is just the bittersweet nature of his existence and he’s learned to embrace it.

The outer lining and main composition consisting of black is just as important. While being a very clear reference to Vash’s black coat in his last fight in Max, the black again, obscures his form in this nighttime setting. While we know much more now, Vash is still and will always be a mystery to humanity and the audience; the chameleon in a crowd.

And yes there is Yin and Yang symbolism consistently in this fight. The black passive, female principle associated with sustainability and things earthly, dark and cold (yin code for Vash) and the white aggressive male principle associated with creation and things heavenly, light and warm (yang, code for Knives).

Phew…(Don’t make it weird though, I find the imagery genuinely heartbreaking thank you.)

The more obvious references and ties to Vash finally defining himself remain in his hairstyle, being in the style we know so well. It took a whole season, but the Vash we know is finally coming to be! He’s powerful, he’s agile and he’s determined to live for an active cause, not to simply erase the steps of his own existence.

In the end, Vash doesn’t really change much goal wise, and he ironically sticks to the initial coding of the plant’s existence; to be of service to humanity. But what matters is it’s now his choice and his choice alone. No more (entirely) motivated by shame, guilt and seeking repentance, Vash is now fueled by the love and hope he holds for humanity. He is Vash the Stampede!

And that’s all folks. To end off, I wanna mention something I learnt about broadway that is somewhat related to this analysis. Never listen to the lyrics, listen to the music. I think Stamp’s dialogue is genuinely ass and there’s so much to be missed if you kinda take everything at a surface level. From the character design to visual cues to the INCREDIBLE OST, you find that a lot is not what it seems and a parallel narrative is constantly taking place. While I hope but doubt this was intentional, I fucking love meta stuff like that. With the insinuation of warped memory, an unreliable narrator and fraudulent identities, the possible number of paths this show could take for S2 are almost overwhelmingly endless.

Hopefully in the future I can write an essay solely on identity and adolescence in Stampede cause honestly this is only half of it. I might make an extra part 3 on not exclusively character design facts and things I picked up about the brothers. Otherwise thanks for reading. If you didn’t read this whole thing in Philomena Cunk’s voice though, then I take that back sorry.

Part 1 - Millions Knives

[fandomtrumpshate]

Listed fandom fun

A bit of random data before we jump into the rankings for listed fandoms …

Since the numbers post yesterday we've had signups for nearly 60 new auctions, bringing the current total to 779. That beats the number of signups for 2016/7, 2018, 2019, 2020, and 2021, and puts us withing spitting distance of our record last year of 819. Can we do it? Will we do it? Signal boost FTH posts and encourage others to participate. More money raised for good causes, more fanworks in the world — it's a win/win!

We posted yesterday about the state of our unlisted write-in fandoms (we've had nine new ones since then!). Time to check in with the rankings for the listed fandoms.

At the top of the pack we have:

87 K-Pop * 66 Good Omens 50 Sherlock Holmes * 44 Harry Potter * 37 Marvel * 32 DC * 31 Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed 27 Red, White, & Royal Blue 25 Star Wars * 23 Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Our first tie is for 11th place -

22 Avatar The Last Airbender 22 Teen Wolf

And after that, nearly every other place is a tie. And which ones are ties for which places can be shifted slightly with just one signup. Or completely upended with two. Where will your fandom land?

Remember that if your fandom isn't here (or in the rest of the list below the cut), you can write it in. Signups are OPEN through Monday!

19 Supernatural 18 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star 18 Locked Tomb Trilogy 18 Stranger Things 17 All for the Game 16 Our Flag Means Death 16 Tolkien * 16 The Witcher 15 Boku no Hiro Akademia (My Hero Academia) 15 Original Work 15 Percy Jackson and the Olympians 14 Baldur's Gate 3 14 Hockey RPF 12 The Old Guard 12 Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official's Blessing) 11 The Magnus Archives 11 Star Trek * 10 Check Please! 10 Dungeons & Dragons 10 Haikyuu!!! 10 Hazbin Hotel 10 Jujutsu Kaisen 9 A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 9 One PIece 8 Doctor Who * 8 Hades (video game) 8 Heartstopper 8 James Bond 8 Kingsman 8 Merlin 8 Naruto 8 Suits 7 Dragon Age * 7 Justified 7 Raven Cycle 7 Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast 7 The Sandman 7 Shadowhunters 7 SK8 the Infinity 6 Captive Prince 6 Critical Role 6 Final Fantasy * 6 Fullmetal Alchemist 6 Hannibal 6 Kinnporsche 6 The Maze Runner 6 Queen's Thief 6 Stargate 6 Steven Universe 6 Top Gun Movies 6 Yuri!!! On Ice 5 Alex Rider 5 Grishaverse 5 Interview With The Vampire 5 Malevolent (Podcast) 5 The Murderbot Diaries 5 Nirvana in Fire 5 The Owl House 5 RWBY 4 Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (The Husky & His White Cat Shizun) 4 Genshin Impact 4 Les Misérables 4 The Magicians 4 Pokemon 4 Witch Hat Atelier 3 Arcane 3 Disney's Descendants 3 Elder Scrolls 3 Hetalia 3 Hunger Games 3 Legend of Zelda 3 Spy x Family 3 Tian Ya Ke / Word of Honor 3 Trigun 3 Welcome to Night Vale 3 Wheel of Time 3 Young Royals 2 Benoit Blanc Mysteries (Knives Out, Glass Onion) 2 Disco Elysium 2 Encanto 2 Gundam Wing 2 The Last of Us 2 Leverage 2 Miraculous Ladybug 2 Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries 2 Mysterious Lotus Casebook 2 Schitt's Creek 2 Super Mario Bros. 1 Assassin's Creed 1 Attack on Titan 1 Diamond no Ace 1 Fire Emblem Three Houses 1 Homestuck 1 Stellar Firma 1 Wednesday / The Addams Family

[imustbenuts]

nuts reads trigun in jp 14 - trimax' vol 1 theme is big on family

i mean, thats obvious, but it didn't ping on my radar as much until im sitting here chewing on what im reading.

ive written in part 7 with the first hint of filial piety, 12 with a lost in translation bit about vash calling sheryl and lina his family, and 13 where wolfwood comes across as a guy who is taking someone's child(daughter) away to elope for marriage. the tl;dr of all of this is that trimax' vol 1 seems to be a set up for exploring themes and what "family" can be defined as.

i uh, suspect japanese idea of 内外 uchi-soto is at play here. (ie in-group and out-group but family) it seems to be lowkey tied to that and the themes of 'otherism'. the kanjis for them means, in 内, and out 外.

the uchi 内 is the 'us', and it is most commonly used in the context of home and family.

the soto 外 is the others, the ones who aren't part of the family.

there's absolutely more ways uchi-soto can be used than just family. village, organization, etc.

so while i dont have a concrete answer of how fucked family dynamics exactly are in japan, i can say its at least pretty fucked in a lot of asian countries affected by ww2. this is further compounded by a lot of classism, traditionalism, trauma, shit mental healthcare, absurd rapid economic growth, the whole turd rainbow, that its not uncommon for many born in say 1900s to 1980s to be... pretty messed up.

i mean, the long term results of gunboat diplomacy, opium wars and colonialism will do all of that, yeah.

i think its why knives here vaguely gives me that abusive old asian turd vibe:

domestic abuse is... not exactly uncommon, honestly. again, dont live in japan so i wont pretend to know for sure, but similar culture and the same capitalism trajectory makes me think its got similar trends. also a lot of these DVs can rooted in toxic masculinity, power trips, ego, and anxiety surrounding productiveness/money.

yeehaw:

(quick note: another reading of 内 uchi can be nai. is that why studio orange named him nai....??? 🤔 and gave him a onesies pajamas and made him a hikkikomori?)

so thats knives. he kicks and slaps his little brother around and even cuts off his arm to the point that a lot of vash's behavior can come across as an abuse victim survivor. he shares the uchi with vash and their sister plants, while everyone else alive on NML is the soto. the outsiders.

and then vash seems to define his own 'uchi' as... the entirety of humanity, or at least an uchi with no 'soto'. no outsiders than maybe himself. its debatable if you want to read this as a result of his abuse, if vash inherently leans towards this, or a mix of the two. like how things are depicted in stampede.

i think the characters that highlight these themes nicely are Sensei/Doc and Brad. im skipping and not rehashing stuff from my prev post, but yeah its. all there.

.... Of course I would We're family (身内). And it's all the same to him. Vash The Stampede's concept of "family (身内)" is absurdly wide.

i mean, check out brad's bubble in here where the Family is expressed as 身内 miuchi. more in the tone of "one of ours". nightow could have just used a bunch of other words like 家族 kazoku, 親身 shinmi, 親戚 shinseki that leans closer to blood family, but nah. nightow just picks 身内, with the 内 to highlight the in group out group family culture dynamic going on.

this is then followed up with this panel

man.

i wanna whack knives with a steel chair.

[museqmeg]

Meg's Trigun Stargaze thoughts:

It really makes sense that the anime got a new title. It was something myself and the fandom had predicted given that the words "prequel" and "final phase" have been thrown around since March 2023.

So where does "Stargaze" come from? A couple of sources. Visual motifs in the manga and both animes. It is a space western and very fitting. It may also be a call to "look to the stars." (Insert the Earth ships and Chronica and Domina as teased in s1's end credits) My prediction for Trigun Stargaze is that it's going to pick up where this left off:

I would also like to note that this happens in Volume 11, Chapter 2 of Trigun Maximum.

But fear not! Yes, it happens later in the story, but Orange has already proven to us that the chronology doesn't matter to the current adaptation's storytelling. The key beats are still hit.

My theory about the language of "final phase." It is a direct reference to Trimax Vol 1, Ch 1 - the "Final Phase" is humanity's confrontation with Knives and The Ark in December.

Orange also said that TRISTAR? TRIGAZE? (did we decide?) happens *two & a half years* after JuLai. That would put the timeline in February.

What other event happens in December and February?

Meryl's birthday!

With the way Orange plays with the timeline and weaves everything together, my hunch is that the arrival of the Earth fleet, Knives's ark, and Meryl's birthday will happen simultaneously. It's a way to pull Meryl and Milly in while setting up the story's conflict at the start.

What about Vash and Wolfwood? It's pretty apparent that we'll see the Eriks arc also happen simultaneously. What happens in December will pull Vash from his life with Lina and Sheryl. It's very probable that Wolfwood will come to get him as we've seen in 98 and the manga.

However, the conflict in December could also have Meryl and Milly looking for Vash.

Maybe something happened to Bernardelli Communications in the chaos and their only option was to take jobs as insurance agents?

Zazie's interest in Meryl and how humanity views Vash along with their trepidation over Knives after JuLai could also have a hand in getting back into the mix. They also know about the Earth crew.

Maybe Zazie is the controlling entity in all of this?

One thing is for sure. Orange has been heavy-handed with using the word "final." We know Muto loves Knives. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if Trigun Stargaze focuses on Knives as they did for Vash in Trigun Stampede.

I'm going to leave this for you, the fandom to ponder:

[birdsofthefictionalworld]

Alternation of Trigun Plant Generations

So, not a bird post, but they have feathers so it counts, right? Right?? *sweats*

I was recently introduced to Trigun, and am absolutely fascinated by the reproduction cycle of Plants. Its time to, once again, put my degree to good use. Here goes nothing:

So at first glance it seems pretty damn fantastical. The main character(and main villian) are the, presumably asexual, reproductive products of a creature with significant physiological differences from them. This is strange for asexual reproduction, as such a thing usually results in a sort of “clone” of the parent. Or does it?

Enter, the life cycle of a fern.

The diagram is a little confusing, but the main point is that the diploid fern(top) asexually reproduces to create the haploid fern(bottom), which looks very little like its parent. The haploid fern can then sexually reproduce to create a another diploid fern, and the cycle goes round and round. Sound familiar? Don’t worry, I’m about to explain it in excrutiating detail. I even made a diagram!

So similar to the fern life cycle. In Trigun, the Dependent Plant can asexually reproduce to create an Independent Plant.

First, up at the top of the diagram, the Independent Plant reaches a state of sporing.

This happens very rarely, as there are only two instances of it occurring on SEEDS ships, and no instances on Gunsmoke/Nomansland. It does seem to, however, become more common on earth, as more Independent Plants arrive at the very end of the manga. I would theorize that this has to do with an incredibly extended lifespan leading to a very late onset of sexual maturity, but that is a theory for another day.

Second, moving down and to the right on the diagram, the Dependent creates spores. These take the form of humanoid infants.

Now, this part of the diagram assumes that the known Independent Plants (ie Vash/Knives and Tesla) are actually male and female(and aren’t functionally sexless like Dependents), which is how they could theoretically reproduce sexually. This is where things diverge from general fern life cycles, as the two sexes are in separate entities not combined into one plant. Therefore, when the Dependent Plant spores, it would create either X(female) or Y(male) Plants originating from one half or the other of its own XY genes. This does align with fern reproduction somewhat, as Haploid plants are created from only one half of a copy of the Diploid plant’s genes. In ferns, both sides of the genes have both male and female characteristics, but for Plants it seems to be split, creating Independents with separate sexes.

Third in the diagram, moving to the bottom. The spores grow into recognizable Independent Plants, with far more humanoid forms than Dependents. These guys would then, at sexual maturity be able to sexually reproduce to create a Dependant Plant zygote(fancy word for baby), which would then grown into a fully formed Dependent Plant. And thus, the cycle continues.

Obviously, we do not directly see this in Trigun, as for the majority of the story, there are only two(presumably male) Independent plants. This cycles has clearly not been documented in the era of the SEEDS ships, so the initial method of plant reproduction was likely simple cloning with some genetic engineering involved. But it is more than possible that natural Plant reproduction was determined on earth, which would be why we see more independents showing up with the earth ships at the end of the manga.

Additional Notes:

Returning to something I mentioned earlier on, dependent plant sporing was not occurring on Gunsmoke/Nomansland. I would guess that this is due to the levels of stress placed on the Dependents by the human populations relying on them. Had the humans been able to reduce the strain on their Plants, they may have been able to produce Independents, therefore allowing for the creation of more dependents, further reducing the strain on existing dependents. But that is just my pet theory.

I have additional theories on the mechanisms behind Dependent Plants resource production, and what an ideal environment of multiple plants living freely might look like, but that is for another post.

Thank you for reading! I honestly don't know if I will do any more non-bird metas, but if you liked this, you can always look at #bfw(my general works tag). As always, my ask box is open to suggestions for bird stuff for me to check out!

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First Trigun x Reader Post Eyyyy!!

Hi everyone! I've started this blog mainly to put all my simp needs. And maybe yours as well.

Vash, Wolfwood, and Knive's Response to: "Would you like me if I turned into a worm?" Question from (Y/n).

(Talking about Trigun's big ass worm and not the tiny one hehe)

Vash The Stampede:

The two of you were on a travel journey to go to the next city, Augusta. Regardless of how long the walk would take, the conversations help pass the time. Making it interesting to get to know Vash more and more. Everything was going well until there was a question that hit your mind. (Y/n) already knew what answer Vash was going to give, but it's the way he answered and expressed it that piqued an interest.

"Vash...I got a question for 'ya." (Y/n) changed the topic as they looked up to them.

"Huh? What is it, (Y/n)?" Vash asked, expressing his curiosity as to what his mayfly would ask him.

"...Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

There was a sudden silence between the two before Vash responded with: "I beg your pardon?" Making sure he had heard right.

“Ya…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They asked once more, looking into his eyes. He could tell they were being genuine by the look on their expression. 

“W-Well...Ya. I’d love you in any shape or form, mayfly...but why a worm?” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked into their eyes. Even if it was the silliest question Vash had heard in his years (150 years) of living, he still wanted to give them an answer.

“...Life is filled with possibilities, Vash…Who knows, what if I turn into a worm the next day.”  

Vash only laughed at this comment only to get a light jabbed on the shoulder by them as they raised their voice a little. “I’m being dead serious!”   

“Even if you were to turn into a worm right now, I’d still take you alongside me and give you kisses everywhere.” He smiled proudly at his answer, even laughing at his own response since it was also silly. He can only imagine: ‘the humanoid typhoon and his soulmate…the worm.’ Even though (Y/n) tried to make this a serious conversation, they couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the big smile Vash displayed. 

“...What about me? Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Vash asked, slightly blushed from the question that sounded childish to even say. 

“No.”

“WHAT!?”

(Y/n) laughed by his sudden surprise. Especially on how serious he was taking the question.  

“Of course, I would. And besides…Even if you’re not human, or a plant, I’d still love you regardless, because you’re everything to me.” 

Vash looked into his lover’s eyes with shock then pure bliss by their responses. Even if this wasn’t the first time hearing this, it always warms his heart knowing that someone like (Y/n) would always be there by his side through thick and thin. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them in for a hug, thanking them for loving him regardless.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Wolfwood leans on a metal wall of an alley, smoking a cigarette while (Y/n) sits on the floor, resting their foot from a long walk to the city they’re now in. Even if Wolfwood is a bit impatient, he’d rather have them resting instead of having to carry them on their travel. The two haven’t exchanged a word for one another, only the sound of people chatting and doing their usual business in the background. That was until (Y/n) decided that now would be a good time to ask the question that have been burning in their mind since dating him.

“Hey, Nicholas?” (Y/n) looked up at the man, meeting his eyes behind his shades.

“Hm?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“...Did you lose brain cells from the heat? What the hell kind of question is that?” He looked at (Y/n) annoyed by the sudden question. 

“Just answer it.” (Y/n) demanded, but the priest rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious. Why the hell would anyone love a worm?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, overall confused as to why this was even a thing to begin with. Even the mere thought of seeing the worm was enough for Wolfwood to be slightly disgusted. 

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?” The sad look in (Y/n)’s eyes as Wolfwood answered a bit harshly. With both the question and the response from (Y/n), Wolfwood looked at them confused, concerned, and annoyed by this unrealistic question. He could have just flat out lied and said yes to avoid the sad look, but he didn’t want to lie either, especially towards (Y/n) on this certain matter.  

“What? You expect me to say yes? …Where did you even come up with that anyway?” 

(Y/n) didn’t respond to his questions that kept piling up. They decided to act as if this truly did hurt their feelings, even though it was just for their entertainment. 

“I would love you if you turned into a worm, Nicholas.” 

He didn’t respond or retract his answer, instead, he just rubbed his face down with one hand slowly. “...I should just charge you for every dumb question you give me…I’d have $$50,000 double dollars by now.” 

“What the– Would you seriously do that to me!?”

“$$60,000 double dollars now.” He smirked, enjoying the reaction (Y/n) is now giving him. It all seems as though the worm topic was now out the window by this idea of being charged. Once the topic of both the worm and question fee was over, Wolfwood sat down next to (Y/n), throwing an arm over their shoulder and pulling them close to his side. The sudden action was just enough for (Y/n) to feel their cheeks burning up. They pressed their cheek against him as they heard a light chuckle coming from him as he looked down at them with fondness before speaking up. 

“...You know I love you right?” Wolfwood asked, he faced the ground for a while before turning his full attention to his significant other. (Y/n) felt his hand on their chin, guiding them to look up into his eyes as he slowly leans in.

“....But would you–”

“For heaven's sake-”

Knives Millions

It was rare to have a long interaction with Knives as he was always keeping himself busy for his plans to set perfectly. Today was one of those days when the two could finally have a decent conversation with one another. Mostly just Knives going over what was going on with the plans, what he and Conrad have discussed, and overall how long he thinks it’ll take to get the paradise he long desired for him and his siblings….and (Y/n)...maybe? The conversation slowly dyed down which was upsetting for (Y/n). Before even thinking, they called out Knives’s attention. 

“Knives, May I ask you something?” (Y/n) asked. 

“You may.” Knives responded. His arms crossed, looking down at (Y/n) to see if the question was something involving his plan or maybe worse…their future.

“Would you…love me if I was a worm…?” 

“...What?” He looked turned his full body towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, trying to gather the courage to repeat the question once more to their intimidating partner. 

“I said..Would you still love me if I was a worm?” They repeated once more, only to see that Knives held onto the expression and pose as if he was still waiting. 

Silent. 

Nothing but silence filled up the room. Knives only looked at (Y/n) with a blank yet annoyed expression. ‘What? Is this a human thing?’ Knives thought to himself. Didn’t even bother to answer (Y/n)’s question due to how idiotic it was. 

“Kni-” 

“Quiet.” Knives commanded, still baffled by the weird question that was asked. He was feared by thousands of people and killed multiple humans, and yet here he is being asked if he would still have an affectionate, romantic feeling with a worm. Pathetic.

“I don’t have time for such nonsense questions of yours. If you have nothing important to ask in regard to my plans, then I suggest you keep them to yourself.” His voice was cold and stern, both of which matched his expression. His arms remain crossed as he looks away from (Y/n). There was nothing but silence in the room once more. (Y/n) felt embarrassed for even asking that, especially towards someone like Knives who couldn’t take a joke to save his life. 

“...I’ll see you later tonight…I must have a word with Conrad alone.” Knives’s words are now gentler than it was before. He walked away, leaving (Y/n) behind once more. 

A bit of confusion and anxiety crept in on (Y/n). Did they screw up? Was it offensive to him? Maybe once he comes back, they can explain to him what the meaning behind it was. While (Y/n) was alone in a room, Knives invited Conrad to a separate room to discuss something important. 

“You said this was urgent?” Conrad looked over at Knives as he looked down on the ground thinking about what just happened.

“...What is the meaning behind the question: “Would you still love me if I was a worm” doctor?”

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Something I appreciate about Trigun 2001 and I don't find in Trimax/Stampede, is how the alien perspective is treated and how human society is depicted

To me Trigun 2001 falls in that category of stories where you get to see the human society from the perspective of someone who's an outsider

That genre exist since a long time, more frequently you'd have foreigners visiting some society and pointing out the weird, injust things ; and the story would serve as a critic of said society

In Trigun 2001, you have two points of view : Vash's optimistic one, and Knives's pessimistic one

And to me, the tragedy of the anime is that, despite being centuries old, despite being powerful entities, they both fail to grasp humanity

Both of their point of views are based on their experience on the starship, on very limited influences ; Vash desperatly clinges to one woman's idealism bc letting go would mean she really died, and died for nothing

Knives operate on a sense of superiority and humiliation : he believes humans are a plague and he, as the one superior being, has the one mission to eradicate them. He hates them all the most that they treated him as a monster to be eliminated and steered Vash away from him

The whole Trigun 2001 plot is a continuation of Vash and Knives' fight around the spider and the butterfly

Vash wants to save the butterfly, so Knives kills it, angering him

One one hand Vash believes all life are precious, on the other, Knives sees the situation as it is : the spider needs to eat, the butterfly wants to live, you can't have both, if you save the butterfly, you effectively kill the spider

You could say that Knives is right bc, he kinda is, and that's why I think the sheer injustice he felt at being yelled at and rejected by his brother at this moment is a core component to his motivation

He creates, just for Vash, a similar situation, with Legato acting as the spider, and Meryl as the butterfly

He kills Rem for a final time, he kills her in Vash's mind, and he wins that confrontation that happened centuries ago

And like, you could think it's incredibly petty and high efforts, but it makes sense when you talk about centuries old being, for them 100 years was like yesterday, and Knives doesn't value humans at all so ofc he wouldn't care to sacrifice lives in order to prove one stupid point

BUT THEN what is good about that Legato vs Vash moment is the fact that the situation is incredibly artficial

Knives had to find the one suicidal mind controlling guy who wouldn't mind forcing Vash to kill him ; he applied a spider butterfly logic to a society that's incredibly more complicated.

And for me, this all stuff is only effective bc of how genuine Trigun 2001 is in its treatment of simple people, their fear, their struggle for survival, their good and bad sides

I tend to roll my eyes at medias that go down the edgy "humanity... Mean... Kill each other... And animals..." road bc like I don't trust writing who'll take all humanity's disasters and be like "yup. This is human nature. Totally not capitalism" lmao so I'd much, much rather have a softer treatment like Trigun 2001 who puts way more emphasis on the intimate sadness of the human condition

AND WOLFWOOD IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT PART OF THAT, he's effective as a character bc he incarnates the human condition : he's a cynical being that killed and kills for survival, but he's also a kind hearted man who found in himself love for orphaned children ((hence why I kind of like he's not related to them bc it makes his arc stronger imo)) and the capacity to change, to question his life and himself

And it's tragic bc it brought him death, an avoidable death, a non heroic death, to save someone who got himself killed right after he died

And there's something incredibly sad to his last words being ones of regret in front of god

So yeah, in the end, Trigun 2001 is the story of an alien who desperatly tries to force an idealized vision of humanity on a much more complex society ; and fights against his brother who wants to do the exact opposite

The difference being that, Vash being who he is, he inspires the best in humans he meets

He inspires them to try and live up to his standard, at least just once, just one time

There's something incredibly strong about the motif of someone trying to soothe someone else to drop the guns happening three times and only working once

Once and it's enough for Vash to rise again, not on Rem's terms, but on his own

Trigun 2001's story is made powerful by dropping the lore around Vash and Knives, and instead concentrating on how their incredibly essentialistic vision doesn't apply to human society ; and how it brings one's growth, and one's downfall

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Rem's Last Words

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 14. Against a blank white background, Rem stands, holding young Vash's hands, who leans back against her, looking at Knives with a smile. Young Knives stands next to them, smiling back and winking. Rem's voice says "Vash... don't leave Knives on his own." End ID.]

Rem's last words to Vash are never going to fail to completely mess me up. It totally changes the context of the twins' prior scenes.

All that time, that 80 years spent with Knives after the Big Fall, slowly growing to resent him more and more... do you think, even though he said the noise was such that he didn't hear her words, that somehow the message got through to him anyways? That Vash felt compelled to stay because this was his brother, and because Rem asked? And because Vash eventually swore to take down Knives in her name and for all those lost in July... do you think that counts as the breach of her ideals and memory he was so afraid of committing all along?

But could Vash really have been expected to stay with Knives when Knives took every opportunity to pull up a wall between them? Was Vash really in any state to have helped Knives the way Knives so desperately needed? I think, honestly, that this was a bit of an unfair request for Rem to make of Vash. But what else could she do?

She knew she probably wasn't going to make it out of there. She knew Knives wasn't ok. She may have even known that it was Knives who caused the Fall in the first place. But more than any of that, she knew that neither of these boys were ready to be left all alone in this world that they were both still so desperately afraid of.

I find it fascinating that Rem phrased it as "Don't leave Knives on his own" rather than "make sure you and Knives stick together" or that sort of thing. No matter how you look at it, it does appear to put responsibility on Vash for Knives, rather than a mutual "look out for each other" request. I have a suggestion for why she might've said this instead of the more mutual alternative.

We know Knives did not get any of the healing that he needed, and Rem was aware of this. He was keeping it all inside, and rapidly walling himself off. Rem, faced with the reality that she didn't have enough time to offer him the support that he needed, can only hope that he wouldn't close himself off from the one other person who had a chance of understanding him. Knives can't be alone, or he will spiral even worse.

And Vash? Well, I think it's easy to say that he was in a better place mentally than Knives, and while that may have been the case, it still doesn't mean he was in any way "recovered" from that trauma; how could one be? The only thing Rem promised him was that they would see the world together - that she would show him that the world wasn't full of terrible people. But they never actually got to do that - Vash was a suicidal child hanging onto her hopeful words and the emotional honesty she'd shown him thus far as a reason to keep trying, as a promise - and now, Rem finds herself having to break it. So, what will keep Vash going when she's gone? Having someone to look out for might do it, especially since young Vash is already shown in the flashbacks to be very "other" focused - note his other directed speech when speaking to Rem, and the way he seems more comfortable around Conrad when he shows acceptance of Knives. Rem probably knew that Vash was far more likely to look out for himself, paradoxically, if he had someone else to look out for.

[ID: Two panels from Trigun and Trigun Maximum. The first is from Trigun Volume 2, and shows young Vash with arms outstretched, his back to the reader, looking at Rem, hands in her pockets and smiling. They are against a white background, as young Vash says "Rem! Rem! I want to stay with you! You won't be all alone!" The second is from Trigun Maximum Volume 7, and shows young Knives, who quietly says "Ah," as he starts to cry. Young Vash approaches and puts his arm around Knives neck, who is still sobbing. He smiles and says "Thank you Mr. Conrad." End ID.]

Rem's last words, then, were intended to a) make sure Knives would have someone who could stick with him and help him where she didn't have the time to, and b) provide Vash with a purpose so that he will keep himself going.

Unfortunately, this didn't work at all the way she'd intended. Knives' unintentional killing of Rem (and I stand by the notion it was unintentional) messed him up even worse and forced him to fully take on the stance of hatred against all humanity in order to cope with the guilt, throwing a huge wedge between him and Vash, so stricken by grief and blindsided by his brother's actions that he'd throw himself into trying to be as much like (ideal) Rem, and as little like Knives, as possible. Knives spends the story desperately wanting Vash (or his ideal of him anyways) to stay with him in order to cure the loneliness he feels from being all alone, and Vash spends the story eternally guilt-ridden, taking on the blame and responsibility for his brother's actions.

And the tragedy to me is that you can't say any of this was for a lack of Rem trying. She just didn't have enough time to minimize the damage caused by the trauma of Tesla and her discovery. She just wanted them to at least have each other, and that... was the only thing, asides from "don't say you'd rather die", that she actually asked of Vash. Fucked up!!!

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🥀Submission🍭

Contains: Vashwood of a sort, between episodes (Ep 9 MILLIONS KNIVES & Ep 10 Humanity), sacrificial lamb allegory, Wolfwood is bullying Vash, wrestling, fighting, nosebleed (non-sexual), guilt, Livio haunts the narrative and Nicholas, me being pretentious about what I call Wolfwood in any given line, hurt/some comfort.

Word Count: 3,376

A/N: Hiii I'm still writing! Promise! I wrote this as a submission for the Final Frontier Vashwood zine and while I didn't get accepted as a main writer, I did get on as a spot writer! And I'm proud of myself for applying in the first place! It also gave me an excuse to finally write these two properly, which like... I've shockingly never done before despite Trigun being my personality since I watched the show. I spent a lot of time working on this, trying to hit a vibe, and I have. A lot of thoughts about what went into it but you've heard me ramble for long enough lol-- Maybe I'll find the time to write something more chipper for Pride Month

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Never in Nicholas' life has he seen a pair of tomas run so fast. Maybe he's feeling it especially because he could only keep one hand on the reins -- damn Punisher was too big to be tied down to anything so there goes one hand -- but the ride is about as rough as it got, charging over sand and stone under the cloak of night. The birds keep their heads as low as they can as their wide feet pound the sand beneath them, beating the loose grains into submission before pushing off just as fast, propelling through the freezing desert night like two bullets shot from the same gun, heading for the same target.

Nicholas hadn't doubted Brad when he said Vash was tough before they packed up and left — not when he's seen shadows of that resolve firsthand just a handful of hours ago — but the side of Vash he's riding with now is different than the ones from before. He has his head just about as low as the tomas he's riding, focused on the horizon as they make the insane race to JuLai. It's a foreign look in his usually soft blue eyes, but he still manages to carry that stubborn resolve. There's no stopping him from going right into The Eye of Michael's trap. 

It was an underhanded trick to get Meryl and Roberto swept up in this, and even crueler to have Zazie and their swarm pluck them from that SHIP’s garden, but Nicholas isn’t surprised. The innocent always make good targets when you want people to fall in line. That’s why they’re The Eye’s favorite. There’s no clearer way to get the sacrificial lamb to slaughter than to send its friends ahead. 

And a part of Nicholas, the part that just wants this goddamn road trip to be over and done with, knows that this is supposed to be a victory. He had been told to lead this lamb to slaughter and not only was it going willingly, it was running full speed towards it. He's quite literally hours away from the bag, and then Nicholas can be free of this hell of a “greater calling” he's been thrown into. 

But of course, the other side of him has to chime in, too, all quiet and empathetic and worst of all -- right. The only reason this lamb is running is because it thinks it has a chance at a Tomorrow. Maybe not its own tomorrow -- Heaven knows Vash doesn't care about that– but the tomorrows of two people he's crazy enough to consider friends. Hell, and even if those nosy reporters weren't his friends, Vash would still be moving this fast. Just yesterday, he threw his own neck on the line to save a town full of strangers just because they were in danger, and before that, he was willing to die at the hands of a monster just because he felt guilty about a promise he shouldn't have made in the first place.

Brad said Vash was tough, sure, but that doesn’t change the fact that he's also soft as hell. Even though he's smart enough to know this whole thing is a trap to get him in JuLai, he's still throwing himself into it.

And goddamnit, Nicholas just can't stand to let it be this easy.

"Will you slow it down?!" Wolfwood shouts, just loud enough to be heard clearly over the sound of the tomas' footsteps on the sand. 

Vash doesn't even acknowledge him.

He growls, then shouts louder. "Hey, d'you hear me, Spikey?!"

Not even a twitch in his neck. Vash and his tomas just keep rushing forwards, leaving Nicholas trailing behind in the dust. Fine. He's tired of being nice.

"This is a dumb plan, Needle-Noggin'!" He tightens his hold on his tomas' reins, squeezing the bird's body between his thighs in a ploy to keep from going ass-over-tea-kettle into the desert. "You know this is just what your brother wants!"

Lambs shouldn't go to the slaughter this quietly. They're supposed to tug and pull at the lead around their neck, bleating and begging.

"You know, Good Ol' Drunkle and the little lady are probably dead by now!" 

A loud memory, a new memory, tugs at Wolfwood's mind. He shoves it aside to keep shouting.

"Or, you know, they could just be waiting to kill them in front of you! Once they've served their purpose!"

Vash is no help. He's still staring dead ahead at a city that's lights are barely becoming a speck on the horizon. Clearly, he's not going to let himself be reasoned with, so it's back on Nicholas to keep his mind on something other than that empty hole in his chest.

The smell of blood, the sound of an echoing gunshot. He holds onto the leather straps wrapped around his weapon, less praying for and more demanding that the image of familiar eyes going blank would come back and haunt him later.

Nicholas tries to summon up something, but before he can even get the wisps of smoke for some new train of thought, he's jolted. He suddenly notices the shallow rattle echoing from beneath the tomas' masks. They can't pant, but they're trying to, and he can see now that they're beginning to raise their feathers, flaring out in a desperate attempt to cool their bodies down without stopping. They've been running at full speed for what has to have been hours at this point. If they go on like this for much longer, they'll--

That’s it.

Wolfwood takes a deep breath in, not caring how the sharp night air cuts into his lungs before hollering out in one last attempt to get Vash to even just look back.

" WILL YOU STOP, NEEDLE-NOGGIN'?! YOU'RE GONNA KILL THAT TOMAS! "

Vash pulls the reins back so far, he almost has the tomas' head against his chest as it comes to a screeching halt. He didn't even think about it, it was just pure instinct, the moment he heard that word. 

The stop is so sudden that Wolfwood almost comes barreling into his back, but he manages to steer his bird aside at the very last second, guiding it forward a few strides before it comes to a stop. And the moment his tomas is still enough, Nicholas is off his saddle, letting both Punisher and mount collapse into the sand in exhaustion while rider marches back unimpeded. 

Vash is still on his mount’s back, rigid as a statue while his bird is bow-legged and huffing under his weight, head hanging low as Vash keeps his gaze turned to the horizon. He doesn't notice Nicholas' approach until the undertaker has him by the back of his jacket. Then, in one swift motion, Vash is tossed to the ground, thrown as easily from his saddle as if he was nothing but a rag doll.

Wolfwood quickly stands over him, cast in pure shadow against the night sky, blocking out the stars. He lets out a harsh breath, the resulting cloud of fog drifting away into nothing just as quickly as it came. The sight doesn't scare Vash, it only makes him pause before he tries to right himself.

"Stay down."

"No." Vash makes it from his back to his side, propping himself up on his prosthetic so he can get his legs ready to push up. Their mounts might be spent, but he's got the energy, as well as the experience. Running the rest of the way will be nothing to him.

He feels Wolfwood's shoe against his lower back, pushing down just enough to cause pressure, a threat of more force if he doesn't obey. "I said, stay down, Spikey. " 

Vash stills, but it's not in submission. No, Wolfwood knows better than that. He can see the tension in this so-called lamb's shoulders, his muscles tight under all that fleece he likes to hide himself under. Still, a lamb's a lamb. He can pout and fight all he wants about having to wait for the slaughterhouse, but Wolfwood won't let him go without a fight.

He can't have another dull pair of eyes haunting him. Not so soon, at least. Vash could beat him, if he tries. 

"We have to get to JuLai," Vash nearly whispers, voice tight as a noose around the both of them. "There's still a chance."

"You and what mount?" Nicholas shoves a hand into his jacket pocket, fishing out a cigarette bent from the rough ride. He sticks it between his lips as he goes for his lighter, gesturing it towards the two tomases. His own is still laying sideways in the sand, ribs rising and falling with each breath as the other drags itself to rest beside it, only half-tucking its long legs beneath its blue-green feathers. Wolfwood’s eyes linger on the two familiar birds for a moment, then flicker to his lighter, already pinched between his forefinger and thumb in preparation for that trick he made up God knows how long ago. 

Goddamnit.

He shoves his lighter back in his pocket, leaving the cigarette in his mouth unlit while he pushes more of his weight onto Vash's back. "They've been running for hours. They're not machines. And neither are you."

Nicholas had expected Vash to do what he always did in the face of such harshness. He'll just roll over and show his stomach -- for real this time -- and lay there with that same soft, sad look in his eyes that he gets when he feels guilty. 

What happens instead is that when Vash rolls, it's much faster, and when his face is turned skyward, meeting Wolfwood's gaze, the undertaker isn't greeted with that tender look onboard the sand steamer but the rage from after the fight with Monev at the Windmill Village. Rage that's been honed down to a singular point as the glass-like fingers of Vash’s prosthetic grab hold of Wolfwood's ankle and pull hard, hauling the undertaker into the sand alongside him before Vash makes another mad dash to try and get to his feet. Nicholas is quick too, though, and before Vash can even get up off of one knee, Nicholas has his arms around Vash's center, hauling him back down to the ground in a heap of red.

"I said, stay down! " He braces as Vash starts to try and wrestle free, unwieldy as he’s all gangly legs and strong arms, rolling this way and that in the coarse sand.

"The tomas can rest! I can make it the rest of the way on my own!" Vash tries to jam his fingers under Wolfwood's hand, trying to pry him off of his stomach, but to no avail, even with the strength of his prosthetic.

Wolfwood drags himself higher onto Vash's back, the both of them kicking up loose sand in some desperate attempt at finding a foothold before the other one could. Just one solid thing would be enough to turn the tides, but No Man's Land will never be that easy. 

"Did you hit your head when I threw you down?" He grits out, finally letting his busted-up cigarette fall away, disappearing in the shuffle. "You'll just drop dead instead, and then where would you be?"

Vash gives up on a foothold or trying to pry Wolfwood off of him. He writhes like an insect, using every segment of his body to reach for the dunes ahead of him. "There's still a chance to save them all! Even if I have to drag myself all the way there!" He clutches at the loose ground beneath him, and through sheer force of will, he manages to drag both him and his unwilling cargo maybe a foot forwards.

"You're insane! Why do you even care?!" Wolfwood almost growls. He can feel Vash already running out of steam, although it's happening a lot faster than he thought it might. "They knew what they were signing up for when they decided to haul around 'The Humanoid Typhoon!'"

Vash claws at the sand, raking through each loose grain as he fights for each breath. "They're my friends! My family! I can't just let them destroy each other!" The stars on the horizon are starting to blur for him now, and the extra weight on his back is doing nothing for the tight feeling inside his chest.

"Your family? " Nicholas has to fight back a laugh. "Those reporters are just collateral to your brother! And you're so goddamn gun shy, what are you gonna do when you get there and they're already dead? Cry at him? "

"You don't know if they're dead!"

"They're as good as it!" Wolfwood lunges, laying flat on Vash's back now to get a grasp on his wrist, holding him in a near crushing grasp. This is it. This is the fight he's looking for, even if it's not the reason he wants out of this lamb. 

And damn, does he fight. The moment Wolfwood's fingers close around Vash's wrist, he rolls again, swiftly pinning the undertaker down on his back in a ploy to turn the tables. It almost works, but Nicholas has wrestled bigger, meaner rams than the cotton ball cloud in his arms. Vash can't even take the breath to prepare himself to break free with how tightly Wolfwood is holding onto him.

"That's what you said about the orphanage! On the Steamer--" Vash can feel the same sting in his eyes and chest now, like ice piercing his heart as he fights for air, for a chance to fix this before it's too late. "That there was no other way--"

"That was one time! " Wolfwood snarled. "One time it worked! Even the chances of getting them out at a million to one!"

"I have to try! " Vash rolls onto his stomach, trying to shake Wolfwood off, but he fails.

"No, you don’t! " Wolfwood digs his knees into the ground, crushing his weight down onto Vash. The noise that’s forced out is a desperate bleat, half a sob and half a cry for air.

"Yes, I do--!" the lamb gasps, painfully aware that an agonizing end of some kind is waiting for him on the horizon regardless of the outcome. He'll fight against it and hope, because it's all he can do, but pinned here in the sand, he can't ignore the risk as easily as he usually can. "I have to save them! All of them--!"

" Why, Vash?! " Wolfwood barks out his final demand, the one at the foundation of all of this. "Even if Meryl and Roberto are still alive, why do you want to save all of them?! It was your brother that did this! That took them away! How do you know he can be saved?!"

"I don't!" Vash raises his head from the ground in one last attempt at defiance, the back of his skull crashing into Wolfwood's hooked nose as he cries out. " But what kind of a brother am I if I don't try?! "

Nicholas groans, letting go of Vash to hold his nose. The sudden strike is enough to make his ears ring, echoing throughout his bones like the old bell that hung over the Hopeland Orphanage. The reverberations carry memories to his mind, coming straight from the deepest recesses of his mind, the ones he's been trying so hard to ignore now that the person he shared them with is... gone. Laying on his back here, staring at the sky... he can almost feel the weight of Livio's head on his stomach, with his little hands balled up in Nico's shirt, holding onto him so tight even in his dreams. It's like Nico could just reach down and feel his brother's soft hair, simple as that. Maybe, if he’d been able to fight as hard as Vash is now…

Wolfwood is pretty sure his nose is bleeding.

Vash takes his first breath of air since Wolfwood tackled him, the tears that had gathered in his eyes finally falling down his cheeks and then disappearing, drying out from the shock of what he's done. He stares, like an animal in headlights, as Nicholas' thick eyebrows tighten, knitting agony and anger and grief into his face.

Vash pushes onto his knees, scrambling to Wolfwood's side with his hands out, ready to do... something, anything, to help, the fight entirely forgotten. He reaches to lift Nicholas' head, but hesitates, stopping just short of cupping his dark hair in his hands. 

Every single time Vash has tried to save someone, they get hurt. No matter what he tries to do, there's always pain, following him around like a ghost just to taint every person he dares to even look at, let alone get close to. It's the case with Tonis and the people of Jeneora Rock, to Rollo in the Windmill Village, to... Rem, and the other researchers onboard the ship, as well as all of their sisters... 

And now it was happening to Meryl and Roberto… and even Wolfwood.

Still, if Vash can't help others, he surely can't help himself.

"Are you okay...?" All of the furious passion is gone from him, replaced by that timid, even sheepish tone he normally speaks in.

Wolfwood growls back, but nods, eyes still squeezed shut. 

"I'm sorry, Wolfwood, I didn't mean t--"

"Save it, Needle-Noggin'." Sure enough, when Wolfwood pulls his hand away to point at Vash, there's blood running from one of his nostrils. "Don't apologize for finally showing some goddamn spine."

Vash sighs, offering a hint of a smile to match the hint of a compliment inside that biting remark.

Nicholas keeps his head tilted back, remembering from somewhere that that's what you're supposed to do when your nose is bleeding. He could just fix it, heal it in an instant, but... it feels like a waste. And it's his own damn fault for bullying a ram like Vash and thinking he’d walk away unhurt.

Without anything easy to say, the two men turn their gaze to the sky, looking up at the distant stars as they twinkle and shine, cold and unfeeling to what's happening beneath them but still so beautiful. It's a waste to have a sky like that on a night like this, when they're both too in pain to enjoy it.

The urge to make a break for JuLai hasn't left Vash -- in fact, it's only gotten worse now that he and Wolfwood have been sitting in silence for this long -- but he remains still, gaze shifting from the stars to Nicholas and back, running over every possible plan he can think of for how to get Meryl and Roberto out of there, and how he can get through to his brother. He's thinking so loud that it's not even surprising when Wolfwood speaks again. 

"Tomas... are hardy birds," Wolfwood says, head still tilted back. He gestures towards where he thinks the tomas are, and sure enough, in the vague direction Wolfwood is pointing, the both of them have caught their breath and are sitting by the Punisher, which will never get the luxury. "They'll be ready to run in a little while. 'Till then... catch your own damn breath. And keep your head on right. We're gonna need it."

Vash blinks. "We... You're still coming with me to JuLai?"

"Only to make sure you get there in one piece," he grumbles, and finally some of the muscles in his shoulders relax. "Maybe see the little lady and Drunkle out once you're on your way up to see your brother." Then his job will be over.

Vash's heart swells in his chest, almost big enough to steal his breath away as he gazes down at Wolfwood, still aching in the sand but a little less now that he’s had time and space. It'll hurt more now to lead such a good lamb to die, but... at least Wolfwood knows why he's being so good about it now. It's all for his family. For Roberto, and Meryl, and even for his brother. That part he can understand. 

"Thank you, Wolfwood." The lamb's voice is as soft as it's ever been.

"Quit thanking me, too." The undertaker wipes what's left of building tears away. "It won't do you any good."

[bitcheslovesme]

Your silence, my ruin.

Paring: Vash the stampede x Plant!You || Vash the stampede x PlantOC!Reader

Summary: You Eriks for the first time, but you met Vash all over again...

Words: 1.8K

TW: None, just general angst of the Eriks episode but becomes fluff pretty soon.

A/N: so, I started writing this when I was writing Knives with the god complex. in the middle of the night (between 2 and 5 am). basically I fell asleep with music and I was half asleep when The Drugs by Mother Mother started and I had a sudden inspiration… but at one point I was out of ideas. UNTIL YESTERDAY AT FUCKING 3 IN THE MORNING. but I'm very happy with how it turned out (even if at one point it might look like a psycho wrote it).

I just want to make a few things clear: I'm writing for Trigun in general, it could be the '98 version but even the 2023 one. I don't think I specify any features or characters that are specifically only in one version of the anime (even if this one was completely based on the '98 one).

reader is a plant, too, but not really? can't really picture it, but if in a few years Vash and Knives where already adults, reader had more years as a child and teenager than them (it would be like this for the majority of Vash and Knives ff until I say they are human and stuff). I may have hinted that the reader has boobs, but nothing much, really. anyone can haves boobs. anyway, sorry in advance for any mistake and enjoy!

when people ask you how you met, you usually tell them just the first encounter… and it wasn't exactly the best one, at least in your opinion. the second one is something that only a few people on this planet had the honour to witness, and you're glad about it.

but for Vash? he couldn't ask for a better way to meet you, even if it all happened over again.

'cause you're gotten that the sun

and you're better than the drugs

I used to love

it all started when the two suns were shining over No Man's Land with full force. Vash had been walking on hot sand for hours; it almost felt like lava, and his boots were on fire from the heat. luckily, the next city was so close that he could hear the people talking around the market.

"I should buy more bullets… and donuts," he said to no one in particular. traveling alone for so long can make you talk to yourself sometimes, but who doesn't?

the moment Vash finally reached the city, it was filled with all types of noise, from the laughter of both children and adults to music and vendors trying to sell whatever they had to the first person they laid their eyes on. but most importantly, there was the scent of freshly baked sweets. Vash could feel his mouth watering already.

for once, he bought a few boxes of bullets first. he couldn't keep running left and right in the desert to find stray bullets that someone had lost.

He checked his wallet once again, just to make sure he could indulge in a sweet treat… or five… or ten, depending on how expensive the food would be.

he found a kiosk big enough to have donuts, cakes, buns filled with cream, and a lot more; everything was practically gifted for how low the prices were. for once, luck was on his side.

he opted for two slices of two different cakes and a bag full of donuts (it's Vash he had to get donuts) and buns with chocolate cream.

he wanted to search for a calm spot where he could eat, but after turning a corner, something came crashing into him at full speed. well, it was more like someone who was running without looking. the force of the impact was so strong that Vash fell backwards.

he managed to save the bag of sweets, but one slice of the cake landed on his face, and the other on the person who was still laying on him. 'at least they were cheap,' he cried inside for the loss.

since the cake splattered on his face, he was monetarily blind. he went to help the person to get up, blindly searching for their shoulders, but when his hands made contact with that person, he didn't feel the hardness of bones. it was actually pretty soft. 'weird. are they wearing some kind of jacket?' he squeezed a few times out of curiosity, and then he heard a small scream.

sitting up, he used one hand to get most of the whipped cream off his face, finally looking whoever was literally sitting on him in the eyes. that's when he saw your face, covered in cream and cheeks on fire. confused, Vash finally looked at where his other hand was still touching you. he didn't like where his hand had landed. not one bit.

I listened to everything mama said

for your love

in a moment of panic, Vash pushed you to the ground, and as if life couldn't make more fun of him, you bumped your head. he was ashamed. horrified even. not only did he touch you inappropriately, but he even hurt you! he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. he could already feel his face hearing up; he probably looked as red as his coat.

in a rush, Vash knelt on the ground, forehead touching the dirt, spilling apology after apology almost as fast as he dodged bullets. you where still embarrassed from the whole ordeal and even sticky because of the cream all over you. but you couldn't help it.

Vash was on the verge of tears when he heard it. that sound, almost as delicate and pure as the chirping of the few birds that were around this damned world. when he looked up, Vash couldn't believe his eyes: you were laughing, so much that you had tears in the corners of your eyes.

it was the best thing he had seen in his long, long life. and Vash knew that be didn't want to live another single day without seeing your smile.

and you're deadly like a gun

yeah, you're deadly like the drugs

all the drugs

I used to love

send me down an angel

and let it pull me up from my own help

you and Wolfwood were walking around the remains of July City. it's the worst thing you've seen since joining Vash in his travels.

buildings were destroyed, lives were taken. but you know it wasn't what Vash wanted; he couldn't hurt a fly.

the more you look around, the more you feel like throwing up. this is insane. if it weren't for Wolfwood, you would have been dead by now. he dragged you away without a second thought.

you turn again, and that's when you see it: red. his coat. him. Vash. you pick up the piece of cloth, bringing it to your nose. it still smells like him.

It's wet. weird. it wasn't when you picked it up from the ground. them you feel a hand on you cheek and a thumb wiping underneath your eye. ah. you were crying; that's why it was wet.

you look beside you, "Nico…" you flinch at how your voice sounds. Nicholas doesn't say anything; he just pulls you closer and let's you cry on his chest, holding tighter and tighter after every sob.

that stupid piece of red cloth still clutched in your fist like your life depends on it.

"that idiot is difficult to kill; we're going to find him. must be the last thing we do." Nicholas's reassurance does little to cheer you up, but it's still better than staying silent right now.

we could float around this place

we'd be above all the pain in ecstasy

you feel like throwing up.

when you heard his voice in the bar, you felt like crying. it was rough, a bit lower - not quite the same as the last time you heard him talk. but it was his. how could you ever not recognise him?

but now you feel sick. angry. sad. defending and protecting people was just his nature, but you couldn't believe that he could go this far.

Wolfwood had to talk you down from jumping on those bastard who literally stripped Vash, or Eriks, of everything, even his dignity.

you wanted to make them feel the same way. you wanted to make the pay. you wanted to kill them, but Vash would be disappointed, and that's the last thing you wanted from him.

give my best to the mess

I've had my fill of it

you feel like you've lost your mind. your lungs are without oxygen, your throat is on fire, your ears ringing and your vision is blurry.

you can barely hear Nicholas shouting for you to calm down, his arms literally restraining you from moving away and going after those idiots.

there's an old lady just as angry as you, but she's more composed. you can hear the doctor, but the only thing you can register is Sheryl. 'is that her name?'

'she looks so fragile with that rifle in hand,' you think, and you don't know why. maybe because you're used to seeing men with guns bigger than your head instead of an old lady.

You can feel her anger. her sadness. you can almost hear every thought in her head.

'kill. kill them. kill them all and make them pay. for that girl. for humiliating Vash. for making Sheryl grab the rifle.'

and give my worse to the curse

I've had my fill of it

give my blessing to depression

I've had my fill of it

you have no idea how you ended up with grandma Sheryl. sipping tea quietly while Nicholas and Vash go rescue Lina.

'did Wolfwood knock me out? I swear if he did, I'm gonna kill him.' you seriously hope it wasn't the case.

you feel like shit, but at the same time, nothing at all - just a hole in your chest that may never close completely.

you feel something squeeze your hand. looking down, you see Sheryl's hand grasping yours, "I know how you feel, dear. but if you keep thinking about it, it'll feel ages before they're back."

her smile doesn't reach her eyes at all. it's just one out of politeness. you've seen many, and you have shared a lot of them with people you didn't know.

you just nod, looking at her in the eyes but not focusing entirely on her features.

it feels like a dream, having him by your side again. feeling his warmth. his presence.

he's still deeply wounded for what happened that day two years ago. you can see it. you can feel it. but neither of you wants to think about it.

what happened in the past stays in the past, and maybe it's better this way.

you all say your goodbyes. Sheryl and Lina are tearing up, but their smiles are bright… they care. you couldn't be happier to know that Vash, even if with another identity, has found someone else who loves him just for being himself.

'cause you're hotter than the sun

and you're better than the drugs

I used to love

you look at Nicholas: he looks relieved, almost a few years younger. maybe you do. who knows?

then you glance at Vash. and he's already looking at you with that beautiful smile that you love so much.

he stops, and so do you. his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. your arms go around his neck, hands resting on his back.

he feels stiff under your palms, but a relieved sigh escapes him. like a weight lifting from his shoulders.

"I'm so glad I finally found you. but I'm so mad at you at the same time," he hugs you tighter, "I know… I'm sorry." Vash says in a small voice, head buried in your shoulder.

but you can feel his smile on your skin; it warms you inside. and you smile too.

and you're deadly like a gun

yeah, you're deadly like the drugs

oh the drugs, oh the drugs

I used to love

I really hope you guys like this, at one point I wasn't even thinking anymore. just writing like a robot lmao.

if you have any request let me know! would be more than happy actually!

big kisses to you all! MWAH♡

[cheralith]

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