#wolfwood has to check in the punisher

[dozenssporks]

meryl: i just don’t understand, vash, how you get on planes with no passport and carrying a gun

wolfwood: it’s his dopey face. no one would think he could do anything heinous except by accident

vash: also security is blinded by the light bouncing off my white, white skin

meryl: you can’t just chalk this up to racism

wolfwood: are you kidding? he prances on through without a care in the world and I step up after him and they instantly tag me as being a member of some sort of terrorist organization and pull me over for a ‘random check’. annoying as all get out.

meryl: you . . . wolfwood you are a member of a terrorist organization!

wolfwood: but they don’t know that!

[fairy-writes]

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Fandom(s): Trigun Stampede

Pairing(s): Vash the Stampede x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst, Reader is Short, Use of Various Nicknames (mayfly, half-pint, shorty, etc.)

Notes: I’m still very new to the Trigun Stampede fandom. So please forgive me if I get anything wrong!

ALSO, YES, I’M STEALING THE TITLE FROM COCO

PART TWO HERE

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When you opened your eyes, you scared the poor nurse checking your vitals.

Your eyes flew open, and you gasped for air. The nurse screams and pushes a button as you pass back into unconsciousness.

When you wake up again, there’s a doctor in a white lab coat writing something on a clipboard when he notices you looking around.

“Ah, so you’re awake then?” He says kindly, and you mumble something incoherent. Your throat is as dry as the desert outside, and you can’t quite remember where you are.

The doctor seems to realize something and chuckles to himself.

“Right, you’d probably want some answers, yes?” You nod silently, not entirely trusting yourself to speak just yet. 

“You’re in the hospital. Your friends brought you here after a nasty hit to the head. You fractured your skull, but it’s healing nicely thus far.”

A fractured skull? 

“Wouldn’t that kill me?” At this, the doctor shakes his head,

“Humans have existed for centuries and dealt with injuries far worse than this one. You’ll be fine.”

“How long was I out for?” You can’t help but ask, almost scared of the answer. The doctor checks your clipboard at the end of your bed and flips a couple of pages. 

“Looks like you were out for about a week, give or take a day or two.” He says casually, and you swallow thickly. 

The doctor notices your brief panic and puts the clipboard down to touch your shoulder, 

“You’re fine. You shouldn’t have any long-term effects from your injury.” He reassures you, and your shoulders sag in relief. If he said everything was okay, you had no reason to be alarmed. You nod with a tight smile, and the doctor seems to have remembered something. 

“Your friends are waiting outside. Would you like me to bring them in?” He asks, and you pause for a brief moment before nodding. 

“Yes, please.” You say, and he smiles from under his mustache, 

“We’ll bring them in one at a time so you aren’t overwhelmed. They are a bit of a rowdy bunch.”

Things go horribly wrong when someone you don’t recognize comes in. 

He’s tall, with floppy blond hair and eyes hidden behind orange glasses. He has an odd-looking prosthetic arm and is dressed in a crimson coat over all black. He looks incredibly relieved to see you. So relieved, in fact, that he all but sprints to your side, leans down, and kisses you on the mouth desperately. 

He tastes like tears and anguish. Like he never expected you to wake up. All of that was well and good, except for the fact that you didn’t know who this was. 

So you push him away, eyes wide, and your shoulders tensing. Confusion colors his features. 

“Mayfly—” You cut him off. 

“I’m sorry… Who are you?”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Because it looked like you had just shattered this man’s heart. Like you ripped out his heart and stomped on it. The light in his gaze died, and he almost crumpled to the floor. He slumped into a chair in shock. 

“Mayfly?” He all but whimpered, and you frowned. 

“That’s not my name.” Just then, before you can say anything else, the doctor came back in. 

“Are you ready for the next person?” He asked, and you nodded. 

Anything to get your mind off of the poor blond in front of you. 

Luckily, you recognize the next person that comes through the door. 

“Nicky!” You cheer when you recognize the face of Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He grins and ruffles your hair as gently as he can manage. His Punisher is nowhere to be found. Maybe it’s on the van? 

“You had us worried there, Half-Pint.” He teases, and you bat his hand away, but you’re grinning. 

“You remember him?” Comes a soft voice and you turn to see the blond man again. If possible, he looks like he’s even more heartbroken and upset than before. 

He’s acting like you keep stabbing him in the back with every word out of your mouth. And for whatever reason, your heart aches for him. 

Nicholas seems to notice the tension between you two and frowns, 

“What, you having a lover’s spat or something?” He asks, and now you frown, 

“I don’t even know who he is.” You say quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. 

“The hell do you mean? You two can’t keep your hands off each other.” He demands and flicks your forehead. You wince and swat his hand away. 

“I mean, I’ve never seen this man in my life!”

The next two people tumble into your hospital room, and you flinch at the noise. Your name blubbers from Meryl Stryfe’s lips, and she throws herself onto your bed and wraps her arms around you tightly. Roberto de Niro follows slowly behind, offering you a toast of sorts with his flask. 

“I thought you’d never wake up!” Meryl cries, and you pat the short girl’s head,

“You can’t keep me down forever, Meryl, you know that.” You tease, and she looks up at you, wiping tears from her eyes. A wobbly smile crosses her face as the doctor comes back in. 

You are discharged the next day. But not before the doctor has some parting words for you. After mentioning the whole “not recognizing the blond man whose name was apparently Vash” thing, he ran some tests. He diagnosed you with “systematized amnesia,” which was apparently where you could lose all memories of a single person or event. 

Huh… The brain was a funny thing…

Meryl is babbling about what you missed during your coma. 

“Vash rarely left your side, you know!” She chirps, and you glance sidelong at Vash, who is avoiding your gaze. You sit on the left side of the van, with Nicholas stuck in the middle and Vash on the opposite side. Apparently, you used to sit next to Vash, but after everything that happened after you woke up, you weren’t comfortable with it. 

Nicholas is less than pleased. 

“You better get your memories back soon, shorty.” He says before he clambers back into the van after a rest stop. His expression was angry, but you know by how he holds his shoulders and his words that he’s worried about you. He is so concerned, in fact, that he doesn’t complain otherwise. 

You jolt and see Meryl looking at you in the rearview mirror, concern etched across her features, and realize that you never replied. You offer her an awkward smile but don’t say anything. 

If possible, Vash sinks into his coat even more as if trying to disappear. 

It’s cold in the deserts of No Man’s Land during the evenings. You can feel the temperature dropping as you build a small fire. Usually, fires would be dangerous, especially with bandits roaming these parts but it was cold enough to risk it. So, to mitigate the risk, you parked the van against an alcove of rocks and built a fire just at the mouth of the little cave. 

Everyone is snoozing in their sleeping bags while you keep watch when you’re approached by Vash. 

Perhaps approached isn’t the right word. Vash more or less sits an appropriate distance away from you, arms around his knees.

It’s quiet. 

Almost awkwardly so. 

The tension between you two is so thick that you’re fairly certain you could slice through it with a knife.

Until…

“I’m sorry.” You blurt, unable to take the silence and his quick little glances when he thinks you aren’t looking. You can’t take the heartbreak in this man’s eyes. The eyes of someone you feel like you should know but are entirely unfamiliar to you.

But something in your heart yearns for him.

Vash looks at you, uncertainty playing across his face. You look away when his gaze meets yours and down at your fingers. 

“I’m just—I’m sorry for all of this… For not being able to remember… I want to! I do! I promise! But—”

“Mayfly,” He says gently, and you look up to see him staring with something unreadable in those beautiful blue eyes hidden behind orange glasses. He doesn’t scoot closer, almost like he’s not allowing himself to. But he still continues on, “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I should’ve made you stay behind. Then maybe—”

Not it’s your turn to cut him off. 

“I’m going to stop you right there. If we really were together, then you know I wouldn’t have sat idly by.” You say sourly, and he huffs out a little laugh.

“You’re right… I should’ve remembered that…” He mumbles, and you smile,

“Looks like I’m not the only one losing my marbles.” You tease. His eyes darken again, and he looks to the dying fire. 

Whoops… Wrong thing to say… 

You sigh and look out at the desert. Well… You look out at what you can see with the van in the way.

“I can see how much this hurts you. I’m so, so sorry I can’t remember.” You whisper, twisting your hands this way and that as you wrack your brain, trying to remember something about this blond man who seemed to love you so much.

Only to end up with a headache and not much else. 

A thump on your head causes you to flinch and look up. 

Nicholas stares down at you with tired eyes. 

“Time for you to go to bed, runt. ‘s my turn to keep watch.” He says with a yawn before glaring pointedly at Vash, who sits ramrod straight when he notices the look. “And you need rest, too, blondie.” He scolds, and you roll your eyes,

“Yes, mom.” You say in jest, and he just ruffles your hair while fishing a cigarette from his jacket pocket. 

But you relent, standing and wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself as you leave the comfort of the fire. The cold sets in soon after, and you snuggle into your sleeping bag as quickly as you can manage. You hear Vash do the same, but his breathing doesn’t deepen, nor does it slow. 

He’s awake, just like you.

At least… Until you fall asleep. 

You dream of a soft caress, gentle lips against yours, and the most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen. 

And you awake feeling confused. 

[anyasathenaeum]

Headcanons of Wolfwood trying to process the person he has a crush on just. Lifting the Punisher one handed? Or lifting him one handed by the back of the collar like he's a misbehaving kitten.

A/N: WAIT I LOVE THIS, Wolfwood would absolutely be SHOOKETH, I added in headcanons of Wolfwood realizing he has a crush on you as a bonus

Wolfwood developing a crush was definitely something he didn't anticipate at all, it wasn't on his bingo card

And for his crush to be somebody who could probably kick his ass? Wolfwood DEFINITELY didn't see that coming

Wolfwood's a sucker for strong individuals, it doesn't matter in what way - physically, mentally, emotionally, strength of mind, of character or resolve, he'd be a sucker for you the moment you show strength in any way

Like watching you lift the Punisher like it weighs nothing? He's speechless - how do you even do that?

You're stronger than he ever expected you to be and his heart is doing weird stuff in his chest for an hour after witnessing that, and any time he remembers that, his heart does a weird fluttering thing

Having you literally pull Wolfwood and lift him by the scruff of his neck when he's fighting with Vash or about to get shot at? Man finds it incredible and his jaw is dropping open as you set him down

Will (reluctantly and gruffly) thank you for keeping him out of trouble, the smallest blush present on the bridge of his nose and the tips of his ears

"U-Um... thanks, (Y/N). Dunno I needed you there but... thanks for looking out for me."

You banter with him and snap back at him when he teases you, matching his energy and standing your ground? Wolfwood is literal seconds away from buying a ring right there and begging you to marry him

He would just be in straight awe of you, but he tries his best to hide it so people don't think he's getting soft

His best isn't enough, though

Man is not as slick as he thinks he is, and is definitely caught staring at you by Vash, Meryl, Milly and Roberto (and literally every other person who witnesses the two of you)

Will vehemently deny that he's staring at you or doing anything that could possibly indicate he likes you in any way more than as a friend or finds you incredible

"Don't be stupid, Needle-Noggin'! I just zoned out, that's all! Don't think you're clever!"

But over time, as Wolfwood spends more time with you, getting to know you and see you in action as you keep him safe or banter with him and tease him, he starts to realize that he's got feelings for you

Wolfwood begins to understand that the overwhelming warmth in his chest that he feels when he sees that you're safe after an altercation, or the jitteriness he feels when he accidentally brushes against you isn't a normal thing

Wolfwood eventually has to come to terms with the fact that he may or may not potentially have a teeny tiny itty bitty crush on you

It's actually a massive crush and he's already in love with you let's be real he just is too proud and kinda scared to admit it

I can literally imagine Wolfwood having a drink at a saloon when he comes to the sudden realization that he's got a crush on you, especially after hearing your laugh and realizing how happy it makes him to hear you laughing

Man immediately chokes on his drink seconds afterwards and ends up sounding like he's coughing up a lung

Now that he realizes he's got a crush on you, he's unsure what to do about it and I can picture him trying to be smug and confident but he actually comes across a bumbling mess

Tries to lean up on the Punisher only for him to fall straight over, but thankfully you catch both him and the Punisher before they hit the sand

Man has literal heart eyes when you set him upright and brush him off, checking if he's alright and looking at him with concern

Bottom line - Wolfwood's in love and he's a simp for you but doesn't know how to handle it

[somereaderinblue]

Trigun Teen Titans AU

Meryl Stryfe aka Shrike, The Girl Wonder

-Former sidekick to Julai’s vigilante Derringer (Roberto).

-Chose a shrike instead of a robin bcz its size, ferocity & feather colours suit her more.

-Parents were a wealthy couple who stuck their nose in the wrong place & got killed for it.

-Was adopted by her investigative journalist idol, Roberto who was also her vigilante idol.

-Although og TT featured Dick Grayson, she’s more like Tim Drake in the sense that she deduced Roberto’s secret ID, stalked him with her camera & emailed him 999+ powerpoint slides titled ‘Why You Need A Sidekick (Like Me)’ until he gave in.

(-Also, she noticed Roberto’s alcoholism & his less than stellar coping mechanisms. Julai needs Derringer, but Roberto needed an actual person by his side, not just a mass of faces to protect.)

-Eventually got tired of being stuck in his shadow & struck out on her own.

-Then she met a tall hot alien princess, a guy who could shapeshift into the animal kingdom, his cyborg brother & a half-biblically accurate angel and persuaded them into forming a superhero team called the Teen Titans.

-Takes her position as leader (& the only non-superpowered individual) seriously but shows a softer side overtime, especially to Milly.

-The newspaper clippings in her room aren’t strictly for detective work. (Most) Some of them are for sentimental value.

Milly Thompson aka Stunfire, Tamaran’s Princess

-The youngest of 12 siblings in the Tamaranean monarchy.

-Powers are similar to Starfire’s, only her beams are yellow & can stun opponents.

-Gordanians kidnapped her as a bargaining chip against her family. As the youngest, they had no choice but to leave her on her own & prioritize their planet.

-Milly already knew this (because contrary to what many believe, she wasn’t stupid) & escaped on her own.

-Unfortunately, her attempts to remove the handcuffs caused a LOT of collateral damage & misunderstandings.

-A tiny but feisty human warrior talked her down & removed her bindings. Milly kissed her so she could thank her, though that might be difficult since she’s unmoving & her face is now red for some reason??

-Has a huge crush on Meryl but is a bit intimidated by her professionalism. Still, it’s even harder to NOT fall in love with the woman’s strong sense of justice & compassion.

-Visits cafes & goes on long flights with Vash, coaxes WW to try smaller cuter animals she can cuddle with & empathizes with fellow gentle-giant youngest sibling Livio's struggles to fit in/not be a burden.

-Loves to eat her pudding with mustard.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood aka Punisher, The Hunter

-Although every kid at the orphanage was a younger sibling to him, he felt a kinship to the strays, have it be cats, dogs or birds.

-One day, someone swung by, offering apprenticeships for some kinda fancy animal research school. WW liked animals & jobs like that sounded like they paid well, so why not?

-He instantly regretted this decision when he realized he was the ‘animal’ they planned to research.

(-The Eye of Michael is more or less this AU’s H.I.V.E. Academy.)

-Despite his rebelliousness, he was their top (specimen) student. Livio was also ‘enrolled’ to keep him in check.

-Both of them were assigned to the Gung-Ho Guns & sent on a mission to properly ‘graduate’. Instead, they ditched at the first chance.

-Wanted to hide but couldn’t resist lingering around the orphanage. After stopping someone from robbing the place, he realized maybe, just maybe, these powers he never asked for could be used for something other than senseless violence.

-Also, becoming a ‘hero’ was the biggest middle finger he could give to Chapel.

-The EoM constantly pressured him into using ‘strong animals’ but his teammates have slowly coaxed him into expanding, i.e. a cute cate for recon & a mole for hiding.

-Realizes he has feelings for Vash after getting to know him but feels unworthy of reciprocation. Still, that doesn’t stop him from plopping into his lap for emotional support.

Livio/Razlo Wolfwood aka Double-Fang, The Tri-Punisher

-Has always dreamed of being a hero but knew the best he could be was a doctor or firefighter or something.

-When the EoM returned with an empty slot, he jumped at the chance (even though Razlo said he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, you can’t trust them-).

-Wasn’t suitable for the animal genes, but his body adapted to the cybernetic modifications. They kept him around for Razlo & to ensure WW behaves.

-Eventually, they managed to escape. Livio was still optimistic about becoming a hero, but WW & Razlo were very reluctant.

-Once, Livio wandered too close to the orphanage & accidentally scared a younger kid who called him a monster. He went nonverbal & let Razlo front for a week.

-Returned after he helped WW stop someone from breaking into the orphanage. Both of them realized that their powers could be blessings. Thus, they became a crime-fighting duo.

-After a series of chance encounters, they’re now part of a team.

-Livio is very self-conscious about his cyborg nature, well-aware that out of everyone, the public finds him to be the most intimidating. Luckily, any tabloids who try to slander him mysteriously find themselves socially & financially ruined overnight.

-He’s aware of Vashwood & MillyMeryl. He has front row seats to 2 live slow-burn romances & a betting pool with Razlo on who’ll confess first.

Vash Saverem aka Stampede, The Rebel Angel Humanoid Typhoon

-He & Nai were raised by Rem, a pacifist priestess that worshipped angels called Plants.

-Their blissful childhood was shattered the day they discovered the remains of their older sister, Tesla, the Plant that came to the temple before them as a blessing only for the priests to treat her with less dignity than a sacrifice.

-Nai slaughtered the entire order, including Rem, in a fit of rage & fear. He established a new cult solely devoted to him & Vash. Overtime, his possessiveness & wrath became uncontrollable.

-While attempting to smuggle a group of innocent human sacrifices, Vash got into a fight with Nai that resulted in the loss of his arm.

-It was the final straw, he fled to Earth.

-Briefly, he was taken under the wing of Luida & Brad, the last two survivors of the original temple, who taught him human culture and how to regulate his emotions to have better control over his powers.

-An encounter with a group of heroes & an offer to join their new team had to be a sign. This was it, his chance to atone for his twin’s sins.

-Tries to be the best hero & the bestest ally possible (so the prophecy never comes true). It’s a bit ironic, he wields dark magic but his sunny attitude wouldn’t be out of place in a kids’ fairy cartoon.

-Deeply admires everyone’s kindness, especially WW’s but is terrified of loving him because of his true nature.

-Aside from dark matter-esque energy, his powers sometimes materialize in the form of his Tristamp branches & flowers. Has Plant markings but also Trimax’s biblical feathers & wings.

[peachyloveswriting]

If u can ...mmm can u do like ... Basycally they are in a fight (Vash,Wolfwood and you) there are many gunshots but in the end wolfwood and Vash beat the criminals thinking that it was ok and fine but then they hear gasp and "g...guys..." as they turn they saw y/n shaking looking at them with one hand holding the bullet wound in the chest,the other full of blood, then they fall on their knees and they panic,crying saying that it hurts, saying that they don't want to die,so they clench on him, then Vash trying to stop the bleeding?

U can put like some reassuring Vash and wolfwood saying that help his coming,crying and all that,also the bullet was out and leaved a huge gap?

U can be as detailed as possible or put so much pain yada yada,blood and all

I'm gonna read the writing u did now

I absolutely love this idea. I think I'll need some fluff or something other than angst after this though lol. I love angst but too much and I'm burnt out for sure.

PLEASE STAY --- Vash & wolfwood

SUMMARY: Everyone was in check right? They got all the bad guys. Everyone was okay, right? Seems they've sadly struck an unlucky mine.

Warning: Blood, hella angst

NOTES: I'm leaving this written as is, sorry but I just can't find it in myself to write the ending at the moment. I would have written it later then posted it but I figured I'd get this out the way first.

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"Was that the last one?" Nick turns to Vash with his cross ready to fire again. Taking a simple glance around, Vash nods his head with a small smile.

"Yeah, that-" Vash is cut off by a loud gasp. Turning to look behind him, his skin grows ice cold. Both men swear they can feel their hearts stop when they look. On your knees you shake and shudder in fear, blood spills over your hand from where it clutches your chest tightly. You can't feel it but the blood is so warm against your skin and the bullet in your body feels so cold.

"G... Guys?"

Nick's cross falls to the ground with a loud thud as he rushes to your side, his hands clutching your shoulders as he looks you over. "Oh god." He stammers. The cigarette delicately placed between his lips falls between his knees, he can feel you shaking in his hands. A spike of panic rises in his chest and his throat squeezes. Behind him, Vash watches the scene unfold in horror. Frozen in place, his heart pounds in his ears. Was this happening?

"Fuck! Make it stop, make it stop! It hurts, fuck it hurts!" You clench your eyes shut in pain. The initial shock has worn off leaving you stripped bare to the pain settling in your bones. If you could dig yourself a hole and never come back, God you would. Fisting Nick's shirt with a scream, you slip against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

"I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Nick, I don't wanna die." If there's anything 'The Punisher' should be well versed with, it's death. This, he knows better than anyone. Watching the light fade from someone's eyes as they shudder their last breath and slump limply into the ground. He always watches nonchalantly, not a single emotion stirring inside his chest. But now, it's burning alive with fear and anxiety.

"Vash! Do something!" The death of another has always been inconsequential to him but as you shake and sputter in his arms, blood gushing from your chest while you scream in pain, he feels a switch inside of him flip on like a light. After all these years, it's finally coming back to bite him in the ass.

Vash appears beside him with a torn flap of fabric from his cross cover. Pulling you away from his body he tenses, watching you limply flob around like a discarded rag doll. Vash leans forward, his arms wrapping around you to tie the cloth around your chest. The hand covering the wound falls limply at your side as he tightens the cloth down. Vash extends his arms to take you.

"c'mon, c'mon..." He urges Nick to pass you to him. As gently as he can, Nick places you in Vash's arms bridal style. "It's going to be okay. Don't worry. I've got you now." Vash takes off running, leaving Nick to hurriedly gather his cross and join the chase.

"Just how do you think we're getting help?" Nick asks as he finally catches up to the blonde. He's pointedly staring ahead, his eyes fixated on the closest running truck.

Coming to a stop at the door Nick pulls it open and raises a gun to the driver. "Get out or your next."

Eyes wide with fear, the driver dies out of his seat and onto the dusty ground. Taking his cross he throws it into the bed of the truck and rushes to the other side, where he climbs into the driver's seat and waits for Vash to settle in. The moment that door closes, the tires are kicking up dirt.

"There's a doctor at the far end of town. Hurry." Vash tells him as he looks down at you in his arms. Your shaking profusely, your hands reaching to tug at his jacket. The world around you feels like it's frozen over and it's hard to keep your eyes on anything. "Vash... I'm cold. Please..." You whine. He hushes you. "Don't worry." Carefully his arms slip from underneath you to slide his coat off.

"Just relax." The coat drapes over your entire body and surrounds you with a shield of warmth but it's not enough. It feels like Ice is still building in your veins. Everything going on at once is running your body thin, making your eyes grow heavy and sleep weight in the back of your mind. No matter how hard you peel them open, blinking holds them shut while you struggle to wake back up.

"I can't keep my eyes open." The truck slows to a stop and both the doors fly open.

"Don't fall asleep!" Nick yells as he reaches your side. Still in Vash's arms you struggle to open your eyes again, something calls to you in your head. It begs for you to succumb to the darkness but you refuse.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me." Vash begs.

Running into the building, Nick rushes to the front desk. "We need medical attention right now. There's been a bullet wound to the shoulder and they're losing conscience." He stammers.

The woman behind the desk stands and runs to Vash's side. "Come with me baby." She places a hand on his back and hurriedly pushes forward towards the operating room. Behind them follows Nick who struggles to keep up. The woman is talking to you, lightly slapping your face to keep you awake. It works for the most part but you can't bring yourself to move. You've lost too much blood.

"Emergency. Coming in!" She yells holding the door open to usher them in. The doctor perks up at the four of you entering. Upon seeing you he frowns and gestures for you to be laid on the table. Gingerly, Vash places you against the cold bed, his coat still covering your shivering body. He watches in horror while the lady starts to guide him away from you, pushing back against her he watches you turn to look at him.

"Please stay."

The door shuts in his face and for the first time, Nick watches him crumble to the floor; his head held in his hands while sobs wrack his body. The ever joyful, Vash, was crying.

Nick couldn't find it in himself to keep watching, just hearing Vash cry was enough to make his own eyes water. Turning away to leave, he pulls a cigarette from its pack and brings it to his lips. As he walks away, he starts to hope that you'll recover quickly, that way he won't ever have to see you like that again. Looking down to slide his cigarettes in his pocket he finds his suit covered in your blood. You lost so much... A blood transplant was surely needed. Between him and Vash he wasn't entirely sure if either of them would be of use in that matter but it darkens the sliver of hope in his heart.

Stopping him from straying any further away is Vash's hand around his wrist. Just as Nick turns to face him Vash hugs him tightly. Sobs still fall from his lips and blood covers his entire torso. He doesn't bother to offer any comfort to the blond and instead allows him to cry to his heart's content against him. There's just not enough energy for him to care for another person besides himself.

[bwaveq]

Wolfwood kissing headcanons(?)

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• Soft Kisses - Soft kisses are Wolfwood's second favorite when all he could do is softly place small kisses upon the tip of your nose, or under your eye bags. If you have scars he'd lay careful pecks on those scars whether they're one's of harm or from the past.

• Deep Kisses - Nicolas enjoys spending time with you, especially when the two of you are alone. Deep kisses are full of passion and love, and he'd want nothing more than to have the feeling of his s/o's lips on his. Countless times has the punisher craved for the taste of your mouth, your arms around his neck as the both of you stand upon the warm sand whilst the suns shunned down the two of you.

• Breathless Kisses - Kisses like these leave the punisher in a daze. Lips on lips while the other's check in a motel/inn they've come across, you and Nicolas staying back in the vehicle kissing the time away afraid this moment won't ever happen again if the two of you were to stop anytime soon. It was only a few seconds when the both of you decided to pull away for air staring into each other's eyes having to take deep breathes in order to regain air again.

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SORRY THIS IS SHORT I KINDA WROTE THIS IN A RUSH HELPPP

[vashsscoreboardofpain]

WELCOME BACK SPORTS FANS TO "VASH'S SCORE BOARD OF PAIN" :D

Last round was heavy for all of us but the show must go on. The contestant is once again ready to go through the horrors and so is the audience

Let's move on to the next round: episode 4!

The contestant starts gathering points later than usual. On this round he gets 1 "action" point for, that's right! his lack of action. In this case, roberto (our dear 2nd mvp) notices vash has not eaten in approximately 4 days! The suffering division has come to the agreement that the contestant not eating is a way of self punishing. first point of the episode!

oh, it seems like the debutant is taking it easy today. stampede vash is going through the episode as chill as he can. maybe the 3rd round was too much for him.

after some minutes of driving, running over undertakers, and giving gay eyes to the really sus new guy, stampede vash scores the 2nd point of this round. he gets 1 "action" point for going inside of the warm again, putting himself in danger. now, a lot of fans are booing from the sidelines for not counting the wolfwood interaction. however, we are counting suffering, not gay moments. the referee will not add an additional point, even though they really want to.

stampede vash keeps laying low today, getting his 3rd point of this round when the episode is about to end. he gets 1 "yikes statement" point for repeating the words woflwood said earlier about eating and smiling. although they are not sad on their own, it shows that vash needed someone to remind him that hes allowed to eat and be happy.

The contestant only gets 3 points in this round, making his total 38 points. looks like someone is taking it easy today.

will stampede vash slow down and give the other contestants an advantage or will he go on full suffering mode next round? check #vashsscoreboardofpain and follow us to find out!

until next round sports fans :D

[greywolfheirs]

NaNo procrastination continues: Vashwood edition

I randomly got inspired to write this little drabble. Something about it feels incomplete to me but I can't figure it out so here you go. At least this time it isn't Lokius?

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Vash’s plant biology must have done its magic replenishing his blood supply, because the pulsing blue lines began to fade just as Wolfwood finished the last stitch. As he was tying it off complete, Vash's eyes opened–hazy but his usual, non-glowing blue. They registered Wolfwood, then further down, to where he was packing away the supplies, gathering bloodied material to throw away or clean up.

“Are you ok?” were the first words out of his mouth. It made Wolfwood want to explode.

“Am I ok?’ he growled instead. “Blondie, it’s your blood. I wasn’t the jackass picking a fight for no fucking reason.”

Realization dawned on Vash as the memory returned and he looked down at the stitches in his abdomen. “You stitched me up?”

Wolfwood rolled his eyes and stood to wash everything up instead of answering.

“What happened to those guys?” Vash continued. “And the bar? Is everything–”

“Cool it, Tongari,” Wolfwood grunted from the bathroom, throwing the tools in the sink and electing to soak them rather than scrub them one by one. He did begin to scrub his hands though. “I waved the Punisher around and they scattered. It’s handled.”

“They might come back later,” Vash mused. “We should check to–”

“We are staying put, and continuing our original plan,” Wolfwood cut in harshly.

“But you didn’t hear…” Wolfwood turned to glare at Vash’s continued argument, and stopped listening when he saw the man try to pull himself up on his elbows. Shaking off his hands in the sink, Wolfwood marched over to the idiot and shoved his chest harshly with a wet hand, taking a twisted satisfaction at the wince it caused. Shows him.

“Listen to me, blondie, and listen real close,” Wolfwood hissed, face inches from Vash. “I don’t give a shit what those knuckleheads were up to, and I’m going to forget about their existence by tomorrow. If I hadn’t shown up when I did, you’d still be bleeding in the street, or worse. Now, I did the kindness of making this scar a whole lot smaller than the others you’ve collected, but so help me, if you mention going back to that place one more goddamn time, I'll tear a new hole into you, got it?”

Vash huffed in frustration, but his voice was soft when he said, “You’re right, Wolfwood. I shouldn’t let your work go to waste.”

Wolfwood growled at that supremely unsatisfactory response, but it did imply that Vash wouldn’t be attempting to move again soon. So he shoved the moron one more time and went back to the task of cleaning up. 

Vash didn’t speak again until everything was dry and put away. Wolfwood was debating the risk of going out for a smoke when Vash would probably get up as soon as he wasn’t under watchful eyes.

“I’ve upset you,” Vash said finally. 

Wolfwood’s shoulders sagged and he moved to the window. Fuck a no-smoking policy, he wasn’t leaving this room. “You always upset me.”

“I’m sorry,” Vash sighed. “I don’t mean to.”

Wolfwood’s fingers trembled as he lit the cigarette. He was going to blame it on the long night. “I know. All you ever do is try to make everyone happy. Has that ever worked out for you? Even once?”

Vash’s face pinched and he looked away. It hit a nerve and Wolfwood was having a hard time not taking the words back immediately. To the ceiling, Vash answered, “Temporarily, yes. But that’s more than anyone on this planet is used to.”

“So you’d rather kill yourself than let someone continue to be miserable?” Wolfwood scoffed. He gestured to the scars all over Vash’s torso. “What does that make you? Definitely not happy.”

Vash looked towards him again. “Happier than some. No one else on this planet could lived through the things these scars have caused. I’ll take it if it means someone else gets to see another day.”

“If I hadn’t been there, you wouldn't have seen another day,” Wolfwood grumbled, irritation bubbling in his gut.

Vash shook his head. “It would’ve been fine.”

“It wouldn’t have!” Wolfwood snapped. “You were unconscious, needle-noggin. You think you would have been able to stop it if they’d gone for the kill?”.

Vash tilted his head with a small smile. Too small to tell if it was one of the real ones. “Lucky you were there, then.”

Wolfwood let out a noise of frustration and stubbed his cigarette out of the windowsill. “That’s not the point.”

“It is the point,” Vash pressed. “I’ve always survived, through my own will or through sheer luck. So, yeah, I’d say that makes me pretty happy.”

“You don’t get it, moron!” Wolfwood snapped. “Why bother living a life like this–taking other people’s scars, hurting yourself for their happiness–if you suffer for it? Where’s your reward?”

“My reward is knowing that I’m the only one having to suffer for it,” Vash answered simply. “It doesn't matter what happens to me.”

“Of course it fucking matters!” Wolfwood shouted before he could reign it in. His anger was bubbling over and it was corroding his self-control. Vash opened his mouth but Wolfwood shut him up with a finger shoved in his face.  “People care about you, Vash. Do you know what the girls’ faces looked like when I dragged your bleeding ass in here? You’re not the only one suffering when you pull bullshit like this.”

Vash stared into Wolfwood’s eyes as he seethed. It was like he was searching for something and couldn’t find it. Wolfwood was about to look away, unable to face the coming disappointment at his lack of whatever it was, when Vash asked. “Do you care?” 

“What?” the word tripped out of Wolfwood’s mouth in sheer surprise. “What do you–”

“You said people care about me,” Vash whispered. “Does that include you?”

Wolfwood did look away then, and only looked back because Vash was moving again, trying to pull himself on his elbows. “Blondie, I told you–”

“Help me up,” Vash said through gritted teeth.

Wolfwood could do nothing but obey. He gently braced his arms around Vash and lifted him until he was leaning against the headboard. As he tried to pull away, however, Vash grabbed his arm.

“Answer me Wolfwood,” he pleaded.

“What does it matter?” Wolfwood huffed, scooting back (too close to those sky-blue eyes was a dangerous place to be) but not shaking off Vash’s hand. “I’m just a terrible undertaker who smokes too much for his own good. My opinion’s not worth much.”

“I want everyone to be happy, I guess,” Vash said, throwing Wolfwood’s words back at him with a playful grin.

Wolfwood rolled his eyes and looked down at the sheets. It didn’t last long–Vash immediately reached out and lifted Wolfwood’s chin with a finger until they met gazes yet again.

“Do you care about me?” Vash whispered, eyes glistening. “Are you upset because I got hurt today?”

And Wolfwood–in the face of that wet, blue, unerring gaze–Wolfwood was weak. 

“Yes,” he breathed. “When I saw–” his voice cracked and he tried again. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Wolfwood,” Vash sighed, lifting the fingers on his chin to wipe away a tear (wait when had he started crying?) “I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.”

Wolfwood swallowed down a pained noise. Vash couldn't just make a promise like that. He couldn't look Wolfwood in the eyes with that painfully earnest expression and say these things. But because he was Vash and because he had, Wolfwood was making stupid decisions. Like leaning towards Vash and pressing their foreheads together. Like telling him, with a voice raw from emotion, “Kiss me.”

Kiss me because I can’t take that step. Kiss me because I’m not worthy to give but I am unworthy enough to take. Kiss me because I’ve wanted to for months but I didn’t think you’d want me. Kiss me and tell me everything I’m feeling is real.

Vash didn’t hesitate. He tilted his head, using the hand on Wolfwood’s jaw to pull him in closer until their mouths were molded together. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting–maybe an angelic featherlight press of lips, maybe something sinful and wet that they’d never speak of again, maybe a battle-ready scar of a kiss that left him bleeding. But what he should have expected was Vash. Powerful, and strong enough to hold him there, but warm and gentle enough to know that it wouldn’t hurt–not ever, unless Wolfwood wanted it to, and even then only for good reason. Wolfwood melted into it, leaning into Vash’s embrace, arms sliding up behind Vash’s muscled back to cushion the press against the headboard, careful not to stretch the stitches.

Wolfwood gasped when they pulled apart, foreheads meeting again. He felt wrecked in a way he never thought he could be from a simple kiss. Vash was looking at him through his eyelashes, panting breaths ghosting across his lips. Because of this–because Vash had made him feel so vulnerable tonight–there was a tremble in his voice as he said, “Fuck, Vash.”

Vash hummed and pressed his forehead harder into Wolfwood’s. “I’ve been waiting to do that.”

Wolfwood huffed a laugh and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Vash like this. It made him want to say things he shouldn’t. Not right now. “Maybe when you’re not actively wounded, I could show you some things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”

Vash had to pull away to tilt his head back and laugh. Wolfwood leaned in, following him, nuzzling at his neck. Vash pulled him in closer, running his hands through Wolfwood’s hair in a way that felt divine. He kissed the undertaker’s temple and murmured, “You forget, I’ll be healed fully in a couple of hours.”

Wolfwood pulled back. “Hmm, I did. But I should still grab us some grub. Might speed up the process.”

Vash smiled–a real smile for sure this time–and let Wolfwood stand, but not before pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“I should tell the girls you made a full recovery too,” Wolfwood said. He paused at the doorway to rake his eyes over Vash’s form one last time. “But I think I’ll tell them you’re sleeping it off. Want you all to myself tonight.”

When their gazes met again, Vash was blushing, but his eyes were almost as predatory as Wolfwood felt.

“I think I have to agree.”

Wolfwood shut the door before he could be tempted further.

[bernardellinewsagency]

Short merylwood fic piece that I wrote last night, seemed nice enough to be the first piece of my writing that I share here!

The words that she finds after July feel so simple yet so right that she wonders why it's taken her until now to say them.

"Come home with me, Wolfwood."

The city, or rather, the crater where it used to be, has nothing to offer them, gives them no reason to stay. Vash is gone, they both know it. There's no way anyone could have survived, it doesn't matter if they're human or Plant. Nothing living remains in the wreckage. Roberto is gone too, though his gun is heavy within her pocket, and she's pretty sure that Wolfwood has taken his flask and cigarettes. Good. At least there'll be something physical to remember him by, her heart aching as she realizes his body was no doubt obliterated by the blast.

The gap that the two have left in her life and her heart feels as big as the ruined city, and she can tell, no, she knows that Wolfwood feels the same.

There's so much that she should feel towards him. Wouldn't it be justified to yell at part of the reason why someone who came to feel like half of her very being has left and is never coming back? There should be rage and a righteous fury within her that she can yell with. Hell, he looks like he's expecting it, like he's been anticipating her anger from the moment he first set her down once they were far enough away from July.

But she is tired. Sadness and anger will come eventually, break through the veil and shield of apathy and she will burn out of control, but that is for later. For now, she just wants to be home again. 

Home is where Vash is. Home is where he and Wolfwood bicker like nothing in the world is more important than annoying the other, with her occasionally twisting around to stare into the backseat as she either yells at them to shut up or says something to further provoke one or both of them. Home is Roberto checking in with her after she'd been driving for hours, making sure she's doing okay and seeing if she needs a break. Home is their sleeping bags on the top of the van, Vash pointing out stars and Wolfwood already snoring between the two of them despite saying he wasn't tired.

Home hasn't been her apartment in December for a long time now. It's been the people she loves. And one of them is still here with her looking like he's going to leave, and she will never be able to live with herself if she lets him.

Saying it feels like the most natural thing in this world. It feels like a confirmation of all that she's been feeling but has been too scared to put into words. It feels like the realization that there is peace and gentleness in this world, as she takes all of the two and puts it into five simple words.

"Come home with me, Wolfwood."

He freezes, turns to look at her ever so slowly. All he can manage to say is some sort of stammered out, vaguely questioning noise that isn't really a word, but she understands nonetheless. 

"I have an apartment in December, I- I don't actually live out of my van, believe it or not, and the rent's still being paid because I, again, don't live in the van despite what you've joked about before, and, well, we could go there, and-" she takes a deep breath, steadies herself, remembers what she's trying to say, "Please, do not leave me, Nicholas."

There's a thud that she distantly registers as the Punisher falling to the sand as Wolfwood lets go of it in favor of nearly sprinting the short distance between the two of her, almost knocking her over as he wraps his arms around her. He's shaking, she notices, trembling as he clings to her and she clings to him like they're each other's lifeline.

"Okay," he says, voice softer than she's ever heard it.

"Okay?" she asks, as if she needs confirmation that he isn't going to run off and leave her with no reason to continue onward.

"Okay," he says again, pulling away as little as possible to look her in the eyes. His sunglasses aren't getting in the way this time, they got pushed up to his forehead in the embrace, and his gaze feels so much more intimate with their lack. Now she can see that he's started to cry, now she can understand why Vash saw his eyes one time and decided he was a good guy, because she doesn't think she could ever think anything less of Wolfwood after having seen into his very soul in a way she doubts many people ever have. "Let's go home, Meryl."

[firespunalchemy]

Vash Build

Trigun Stampede reignited my love of Trigun, and i was determined that i'd finally cosplay Vash, as a gift to past me. i'll do a separate post about Wolfwood's Punisher build. so let's get started with that wig!

it's an arda kyle, teased and heat trained to the right. i actually styled this twice, because i styled it, wore it, hated it, washed it, re-teased, then re-styled. but really, it was pretty straightforward: just lots of teasing, then carefully separating and making spikes with got2b + heat. so sticky though.

the coat came next, using a polyester twill for the outer & poly china silk lining for the inner, plus the sarah mcclintock pattern (option 1, the simplest for this novice sewist) plus vinyls from etsy. i sweated a lot making this (i think this is only my....3rd sleeved garment and my first coat). it got weathered with airbrush to get a dusty/dirty look.

hoo boy, the arm. all patterned by me, made of EVA foam except the fingertips, which are Worbla. it's primed in plastidip for the most part (a few parts in mod podge, and the fingies in wood glue), then acrylic paint + sealed with aleen's iridescent sealant.

boots! they're modified amazon, the toe caps are EVA foam. the paint was matte black acrylic with layers of shades of silver sponged on over.

the gun was also patterned by me, made entirely of EVA foam (a mistake - should've put a support in the core because it has a bend to it). same paint job as the boots, but with high gloss Aleen's then some weathering with water soluble oil paints and acrylics.

the gun needs a holster, right? this was also patterned by me, and made of leather for funsies and skill building.

i also made his shirt (based on one i'd previously purchased for him) but took basically no photos of that. so there you have it! a Vash is built. check my IG for the fantastic photos wild momo photography took.

[dozenssporks]

Sands of Time

*the video opens with Vash sitting on the ground, one boot off*

Vash: check it

*vash turns the boot upside-down and a steady stream of sand pours out.*

*The video cuts to Vash sitting on a rock in a different location, both boots on*

Vash, solemnly: hello dear viewers, today I want to share with you that I found Jesus. In fact, if the camera would turn a little to the right you too can spot him

*the shot obligingly pans right and zooms out to capture the image of Christ the Redeemer overlooking the city of Rio de Janeiro*

Vash: He's been here the whole time, apparently, or at least since the 1920s, and I honestly find it kind of strange so many people are having a hard time tracking his location. I asked a priest but-

Wolfwood, off camera: yeah, I dunno either.

Vash: so says our resident expert

Wolfwood: how am I 'resident' if I have no fixed abode, noodle-brain

Vash: I thought the punisher had it's own zip code

Meryl, from behind the camera: why am I even here if you two are just going to clown around. Why can't Father No-Fixed-Abode fulfill his regular cameraman duties

Vash: Because he won't stop zooming in on my nose when I'm talking and it's making me self-conscious

*Vash shyly covers his nose while Wolfwood cackles*

*the video cuts back to Vash pouring sand out of his boot. There's quite a sizeable pile now and Vash is watching the unflagging stream of sand with a hypnotized look*

*the video cuts back to Vash on his rock in front of Jesus. He's holding a phone that has a little angel charm attached*

Vash: another question from one of our beloved viewers . . . 'runwhiteboirun247'. They ask: as an infamous hitchhiker have you at any time, knowing before or after the fact, ridden in a car with a serial killer?

*vash looks up at the camera absolutely aghast*

Vash: I'd-I'd never thought about it-until now! Jeez! That's scary! Super-scary, runwhiteboirun! Never to my knowledge have I-oh. Wait. Hold the camera right there, please, I need to consult with my priest

*Vash gets up and walks off-screen where a murmured conversation takes place between him and Wolfwood. A few indistinct words such as, 'I don't think it counts' and 'genocide is different from homicide', while the camera wanders idly over the distant building's at Christ's feet*

*Vash sticks his head back into frame*

Vash: we're going with a soft 'no' on that question. Unless my cameraperson today is hiding anything?

Meryl: I've only wanted to throttle one person and I haven't given into the temptation yet.

*soft 'eep' noise from Vash*

*for the final time the camera cuts back to Vash emptying his boot, the pile of sand is high enough that he's having to raise the boot higher. There is about ten seconds of the hissing off falling sand before the video ends*

[rainbow-pop-arts]

I’m sure nothing can go wrong in this part 2 of my Trigun Maximum vol 10 thoughts for @trigunbookclub!

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 60-62 under the cut! 

YEAH, for the kids! And the others! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

NO DON’T SAY THAT

Me: *showing these monologues to my friend*

My friend: As friends, right?

Wolfwood wraps his Punisher’s spine (bullet holder) around Razlo and…

SWASH!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEW EW EW EW- (I’m grossed out by this but not Uzumaki, srs???)

Razlo got punched lol

It’s not great being Deadpool, is it? (Vash seems upset that Wolfwood’s beating up Razlo)

WOAH GUYS it’s that panel that I keep seeing around of Vash crying in pain!!! 

He was gonna hit Wolfwood, but his other hand….stopped him from doing that? (I forgot Wolfwood kinda shot his fingers off, ew the bones)

OH MY GOD LIVIO’S FIGHTING BACK

Oh my god the old guy’s still alive

BETRAYAL

LIVIO! LIVIO! LIVIO! ✺◟(＾∇＾)◞✺

Oh, there goes Jake Lock- I MEAN, Razlo! (Haha, Vash is still choking that guy :D)

YIPPEEEEEEEEE LIVIO’S BACK!!!!

That’s all for part 2! (´. .̫ .`) ༘ؓ ँั๊ྃ

Bonus Thoughts: Man, that was really a lotta blood, those 3 chapters were mostly about Wolfwood fighting Razlo. But hey, LIVIO’S BACK! ⊙▽⊙ But I kinda hope that Razlo doesn’t go away completely, cuz I kinda like him. Wolfwood’s pretty exhausted but is he gonna be okay? (｡•́︿•̀｡) Cuz it doesn’t look like he has any more healing juices and if he did still have some they wouldn’t work anymore, would they? As for Vash…..I dunno how to explain him but he did cried and showed his care for Wolfwood! ╰(＾▽＾)╯

Anyways, check out this cute ‘lil Vash I got from my friend as a late birthday gift! (＾w＾)

[whirlwindimagines]

What pokemon teams would you give to the Trigun Stampede characters? (Vash, Knives, Wolfwood, Meryl and Roberto)

This seems like something you would like to write about!

And you would be right, dont need to ask me twice to combine Pokemon with literally anything lol

I'll each give them a team of Six, and try to explain it from there! These are for aesthetic purposes, and no way a good team make up lol and of course this got long.

What Pokemon would Vash, Knives, Wolfwood, Meryl and Roberot have?

Vash: Xerneas, Sylveon, Absol, Breloom, Gogoat, and Lycanroc (Midday form)

Okay if you know me this team is biased as hell lol Lots of parallels to Knives because ya know their like two sides of the same coin.

His first pokemon was Eevee, and it evolved into a Sylveon because he has lots of love to give :)

Xerneas are supposed to represent everlasting life! :)))) I'd imagine Vash is responsible for said pokemon but keeps it hidden.

Absol is known as the disaster pokemon! When one appears a disaster follows after, he probs kept running into the poor thing and adopted it

I like to think Breloom and Gogoat are a pair, and Vash probably has a soft spot for grass pokemon. Breloom is a fighter, and Gogoat is a good way to travel.

Vash deserves a dog, the Midday form is very loyal to its trainer and is a lasting companion!

Knives: Yveltal, Umbreon, Aegislash, Zoroark, Kingambit, and Lycanrock (Midnight form)

The flip side of Xerneas is Yveltal, which absorbs the life of everything around :)) Surely in the hands of Knives nothing can go wrong!

Nai probably received an Eevee as well, his just evolved into an Umbreon

Aegislash and Kingambit are self-explanatory they fit his aesthetic. One is literally a floating sword, and Kingambits are leaders and command other pokemon.

A dog for Knives as well! the Midnight form of Lycanroc is more bloodthirsty than its day counterpart.

Zoroark just seems like an all around good Pokémon for him, it can do his bidding lol

Wolfwood: Silvally, Krookodile, Zebstrika, Darkrai, Banette, Mightyena

:))) Type: Null a pokemon that was experimented on, and has great power! But forced to wear its mask to suppress it :)))) They evolve into Silvally when a solid and unbreakable bond form, just seems like a good pokemon for him! This was probably his first pokemon!

Banette and Darkrai were accidental for sure, Banette's are pokemon with a vengeance and will kill those who wronged them. Darkrai the nightmare pokemon! Seems like it fits the aesthetic of the Punisher.

Straight up I think a Sandile bit him and he couldn't get rid of it lol Krookodile is goofy as hell, he just vibes.

Zebstrika is ill-tempered, but it likes Wolfwood a lot its the equivalent of his motorcycle lol

Deserves a dog as well! And while Mightyena isn't really a wolf, it's close enough.

Meryl: Mareep, Unown, Furret, Pachirisu, Rotom, Bewear

She reminds me of a Mareep I can't explain it lol Probs her first pokemon and can't bring herself to evolve it.

Meryls Bewear will beat the shit out of people, the strongest pokemon on her team it vibes check people lol

Rotom is her camera! Very helpful! She probably picked up Unown from college and felt bad leaving it behind so it just follows her around.

Furret is her comfort pokemon, very soft and huggable, she'd also look so cute with a Pachirisu hanging out on her shoulders.

Roberto: Spinda, Klefki, Polteageist, Toucannon, Fletchling, Persian

He likes to drink found the Spinda outside of a bar and straight up stole it.

Doesnt know how he got Klefki just appeared and he can not get rid of it! Was going to use Polteageist as a flask, turned out to be a pokemon! Who knew? Also can not get rid of it

Fletchling and Persian are actually pokemon he's actually wanted and caught. Fletchling lights his cigarette too lazy to evolve it, Persian is a bitch and is good a threatening people.

Him and Toucannon, have the same vibes. But his Toucannon actually likes to fight and will cut a bitch.

[sukugo]

Because of Sukugo, I started lurking your blog. Then I got curious with plantcest. Checked out the anime and...WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!!! Now I'm obsessed with these disastrous brothers with zero chills for each other. Obviously Knives has no fucks to give except for his brother and sisters. Vash looks chill but he isn't chill. I don't know what he is full of but it's definitely not chill to enable Knives' murder spree-genocide agenda for a century and a half. They're like Satosugu on steroids!

Now all I can think about is Knives having a fucking shrine for Vash with hundreds of statues of his beloved brother and him ala Ecstasy of Saint Teresa. Along its walls are collections of Vash's wanted posters. Vash looks oh so pretty and ethereal in all of them.

Wolfwood finds that shrine. Some asshole tattled to Knives that he saw the shrine. Wolfwood gets punished for seeing the shrine. He now has to play babysitter for the subject of that fucking shrine.

Wolfwood meets Vash and realizes how delululu Knives is because Vash is no ethereal angel. He is a pathetic dipshit with legs too long and slim that they're distracting. His eyes and smiles are so bright it can fucking burn him to ashes. Wolfwood just knows Vash is gonna get him killed some day and the scariest thing about it is he may welcome it.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HDSJHFJDSHFJDSHFJFH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH I'M GLAD U LIKE THEM!!! YES YES AREN'T THEY THE BEST!!!!! kv is just. so so sososo messy so GOOD. so so so GOOD. literally. no chill. they are both. insane. in the best way possible.

and oh the shrine. 100% yes. knives is OBSESSED with vash. he wants him and wants him and god. he's just sooooojgfhgjdfjgksdghdfksdhfsdf my beloved incestuous boy..............(also ww getting babysitter due to seeing the shrine is making me laugh fdjhfjgfdF) (things that are for nai's eyes only) (but then....he literally sends him to go around with vash.....like hello......he's gonna fall in love and u're NOT gonna like it)

"Wolfwood just knows Vash is gonna get him killed some day and the scariest thing about it is he may welcome it." aaaaahahhahaoooohohohohohohoohoooooooo................................................................

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 8 Pt. 1

More stream of consciousness. Here goes! I want to catch up so badly so I can suffer through... whatever happens in Volume 10 with you guys. I'm scared. :)

[All images are from Trigun Maximum Volume 8.]

Love that Knives can't do anything without being absurdly extra about it. It's not enough to go and invade human towns, he's got to have his giant-ass spaceship hover over everybody. He needs to loom. He needs to loom so badly.

Ah, once again, Knives denying Vash autonomy over his body. Also talking about "using" Legato too, which just goes to show how Legato is basically just a tool for him (though I don't think Legato particularly minds).

"I have seen them throw our spent corpses away like garbage." <- "our", yet another instance of Knives not really drawing a distinguishing line between himself and Vash/his sisters. Treating them all as one.

[ID: A close up of Vash's face, grimacing and sweating, saying "Believe me, Knives, I have seen the dead Plants. All of them had the black hair. They weren't the bodies of Plants who had lived their natural lifespan. They were the bodies of Plants who had been abused and pushed past their limits. End ID.]

This panel, with his own black hair emphasized, plus the way Vash is finally able to verbalize some blame on Knives and includes himself in the Plants that humans are forced to rely on, is interesting and encouraging development. Vash too, has been pushed past his limits, time and time again. But this reframes it less as self-punishment or "deserve" and more like responsibility he feels obligated to take on, because literally no one else can. The saddest part of this is that nothing will change for the better at this rate, because all of Vash's energy is (quite literally) being sapped just playing damage control against his own brother's actions. I often wondered why we didn't see Vash interacting with the other Plants a little more or focusing his help on them - and while I think there's interactions we're probably not seeing behind the scenes, Knives' actions kind of force Vash to prioritize the humans in all this, because he cares about both humanity and his sisters... which really sucks for the sisters, who are still being drained and hurt. It's frustrating, overwhelming, and feels like you're stretched far too thin when you're caught in the middle like this. And it's not that he's necessarily okay with this - he isn't. I think this kind of proves he knows and understands how cruelly he's treated. But unfortunately, this kind of thing can happen to people who care too much... Vash's dehumanization (for lack of a better word) in all this is misery inducing. (Also as a bonus, check out the panel where Knives is talking about the sisters being oppressed and murdered - his hand is doing that thing again where he covers her face, even though it's a gentle gesture!).

"There will be screams and shouts and then there will be silence." <- I'm sorry this is horrific but all I can think about is the llamas with hats skit - "That is what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence." Hhjskdhbvjdfhbv

Wolfwood is trying not to kill them (!!!!!!!!!)

Ughhh Livio's guns are literally strapped to his arms. His function is to be a living weapon, indeed. Combined with the guns also looking like crosses it's just... ugh.

See, here I will concede that Knives makes a good point. Vash says "that's the way it is" and Knives says "who says this is the way it has to be?" 100%, out of context, I'm with Knives. "Things take time", sure, but immediate action should always be taken to minimize the damage in the here and now. People are still hurt in the time it takes for large-scale change to occur; you can't just wait for things to change. Unfortunately, adding the context back in, minimizing hurt has never actually been Knives' goal. He's still thinking on a near-absolute level here. And worse, every added year they waste fighting each other, they could've been working to find better solutions for their sisters - the situation probably would've improved a lot faster if they had been a united front. But Knives refuses to listen, because "helping" was never his primary goal to start with. It reminds me a lot of people who want to punch bad guys instead of support their victims. People who want to be right, instead of do right. Do you see what I mean?

"Keeping yourself from feeling the pain and never finding the true source of it." <- because Knives would rather invent an enemy than confront his own fear... it's not an easy thing to do, but you have to try if you ever want to heal... the only actions we can ever truly control are our own...

Fuck Chapel man.

So, Knives' plan is not just to rescue the sisters but also to absorb them??? All of them??? Does... does he know if he can handle that? Are the sisters like. Chill with this or...? The imagery of it all is so incredibly beautiful though... I would screenshot several pages of this but it would take up too much space.

[ID: Two panels, one with the absorbed bodies of Plants in an indistinct mass, and the next showing Knives standing at the top of a large grate, filled with the merged bodies of Plants. End ID.]

Bro...? I am confusion. How. How does this help them. It's like he's storing them so they can't be used... I mean I suppose that's better but. ???

Badass Elendira moment!!!

Oh man I love the way this builds. It all feels so futile. No one seems happy or satisfied. Starting with the random people and the outsider view. The concern and then the dawning horror as they realize what's happening. The ethereal pages of Knives absorbing the Plants, only to show they're essentially being placed in a cage. He's not smiling and his face is grim. The focus on the death of a random character. Vash and Legato are locked in a stalemate. Back to outsider view as Zazie witnesses the devastation. Focus on Wolfwood, bitter and guilty. Back to the outsider pov and the panels that grow more and more hectic and cruel in their depictions. The break with the quiet panels of the desert. ...seven months later. It's so incredibly cinematic and visceral. I must say, I was not expecting such a large time skip.

AHHH GIRLS!!!

Luida my beloved. Her and Meryl are so similar in their desire to help, their insider knowledge on Vash, and their struggle between kindness and pragmatism, and it's really cool to see.

I wonder... can Plants only communicate through dreams or memories? ...Knives falling asleep again randomly too... he is eepy from all the world domination and the exhaustion of isolating himself for 150 years. :(

I'm so sorry but I really do think it's funny that Knives' plan is just "I'm going to store my siblings (yes, all of them, even my twin) in some containers and put a grate over it. Surely this will solve everything."

The Plants are brain-blasting him???

Badass Elendira moment number 2!!!

WOLFWOOD'S BACK YEAHHHHH

Vash is controlling the angel arm?!

No sorry, this whole sequence is insane! Wolfwood acting on his own free will! The two of them tag-teaming Legato just by reading each other after 7 months without contact! Wolfwood braving death! Vash braving the use of the angel arm! They trust each other enough to face what they have been so afraid of! Holy shit!

[ID: Blood covers the floor, the rest of the background is pale white. Wolfwood is slumped over the Punisher, as Vash shields him. Vash has sprouted numerous wings and feathers in a dramatic spread as he says "No, you are not lost, Wolfwood!" End ID.]

AHHHHH?????? AUGH. He heard his prayer? Literally heard it? Are you fucking for real right now? And look at the way he's not just shielding him - you can see in this and the next few pages that he's also supporting him... gently lowers him to the ground... Wolfwood reaching up as if to touch him... Vash not even knowing who Chapel and Livio are but being angry enough to threaten them with the angel arm, of all things. AUGH.

I love the severity of this situation, the build, the declaration from Vash that he is now fighting for Wolfwood, Knives rapidly losing control of the situation, you know, all that good stuff... and then there's just. This.

[ID: The first panel is of the interior of the ship, covered with multiple instances of the sound effect ガ for clanging, interspersed with "ooph!" "ow!" "oof". The next panel is of tiny Vash and Wolfwood falling through open sky, having fallen out of the ship. End ID.]

...pinball machine. Lol.

Knives was unable to follow through on killing Vash. I mean. We all knew but still. Then he helplessly reaches out with his other hand... the one without the power he absorbed... :(

[ID: A photo of young, smiling Vash and Knives on a black background. Underneath, it just says "...it's over..." End ID.]

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Omg finally Wolfwood backstory.

Fuck Chapel!

OMG they're both in blankies... sorry but tiny blanket Wolfwood is my new favourite thing ever. Look at him.

Ahhhh Meryl went to Marlon! Augh and now Vash knows she's still in his corner - because last time he mistakenly thought she was afraid of him when she pulled away... but it wasn't true at all! :')

Man I so hate that it was more of the Plants who were killed in the attack... I know Brad hated it too since he apologized but I just... ugh they're so caught in the middle of this whole conflict, and we don't even know if they wanted any of this.

Ah, and Wolfwood's leaving... :/

[ID: A blank white panel with the words "Needle-noggin...". Next panel, Vash looks over, paying attention. Next panel, Wolfwood stares ahead distantly. The final panel is half of Luida's face, a flashback where she is telling Wolfwood "Yet he keeps moving... through his own never ending hell." There are several ellipses from Wolfwood. End ID.]

^Ok, I saw this earlier and Wolfwood leaving kind of confirmed what I thought might've been the case here. He already knows the Ark is headed toward the orphanage; that was what he was trying to persuade Livio to help him with; to protect their home together. I really do think Wolfwood was on the verge of asking Vash to help him here, before he apparently changes his mind and switches to asking Vash to stop Knives instead (which is... what he's already been doing. It's rather unnecessary for him to ask Vash to do this imo). The gap is this memory of what Luida told him. Whether it's that Wolfwood feels they should both be moving forward through their own personal troubles alone, or whether he feels Vash already is dealing with too much to burden him with anything else (my money's on the latter personally, given we see him with a similar sentiment in Volume 7), I do think whatever he was going to ask initially was not what he ended up saying aloud. Maybe I'm delusional. Idk.

!!! Wolfwood spinoff! :D

WAIT is this a prequel or something? This girl assumed he was a priest and Wolfwood just starts sweating nervously "um... yeah... that's me" hdjfhbvsdjfhbv

AW he knew her as a baby... ah, he's always ended up kind of responsible for others, huh?

Ok but this is kind of funny. "Can't believe she didn't remember me..." My dude this girl was like two years old.

Why does Orekano have a cross on his outfit???

Oh fuck this dude he's creepy.

The bird carving... :')

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Say what you will about Wolfwood's Stampede design (literally, to each their own, I don't care), but I like how it looks more like the clothes he wore as a kid at the orphanage than a proper suit.

Like, loose fitting, dark clothes? Check. His adult clothes are even the same colors of the ones he wore as a kid, just swapped. He wore grey pants and a black shirt as a kid, and now he wears a grey shirt with black pants (and a black coat over that, but the grey is still there).

Shoes that are light and leave some of his feet exposed? Check. More protected than the sandals he wore as a kid, but that can only be a good thing. And he's walking more and doing more strenuous activity, so he needs sturdier shoes than just sandals. (I still feel like he should be getting So Much Sand in his shoes, with either type of footwear, but that's another tangent for another day.)

Its a nice way to indicate that yeah, the EoM might have their hooks into him, but even as the Punisher, the person he was is still there. He's still Nicholas D. Wolfwood, he still cares, even if the kid he was died on that operating table.

Even the reddish tint to his shades and the red on the bottom of his shoes could be symbolic: Red on his shoes for the blood he's had to walk through to get here, and still has to walk through because of the Eye of Michael. Similar symbolism for the reddish tint to his shades, maybe to go with that weird glowing red thing his eyes did when we saw him in the flashback as the Punisher, killing that rogue EoM agent.

(Also maybe as a compliment to Vash's outfit? A bit of red determination, to show that Wolfwood is still a decent guy, underneath it all?)

Other reason I'm glad they didn't give him a suit: The suit he wore in the original looks like the standard suits the EoM goons wear. By letting him keep his more "normal" clothes, the show lets him be more of his own person/himself. Also makes sense that he wouldn't wear a straight-up EoM outfit when we first meet him, since he's supposed to be undercover trying to get close to Vash to kill him. The fact that we don't only see Wolfwood in his "normal" clothes while he's undercover, but also when he's officially working for the EoM reinforces the idea that he's still his own person. He was never theirs.

Speaking of Livio: His outfit as an adult/official EoM agent is the exact opposite of the clothes we see him in as a kid. As a kid, he wears a white shirt with brown shorts and white sneakers. When we see him as a full agent of the EoM, he's all in black. He doesn't even have the white shirt anymore.

(This also makes his mantra that he has to "catch up" and the distinctive way he reloads his guns stick out all the more, too, because almost everything else is just pure EoM goon.)