#wolfwood hcs

[fruitsoxs]

This is such a specific hc BUT

I know that if you go to Wolfwood to vent about someone he'll ALWAYS say "you want me to beat them up for you?" Before giving you the best hug you've ever had

[ruporas]

1 kiss 2 kiss (ID in alt)

[tsunosagun]

it is wednesday my dudes

[c-hrona]

Fear

Super self-indulgent little comic about fears and reassurances.

Lil bonus :3

[raepliica]

(content warning: blood)

Sewed Up Heart

[ID: A Trigun comic done in grayscale with red accents. First, an anatomical heart gushes blood, forming a puddle which shifts into Vash's coat. Vash's gloved hands can be seen sewing up a tear at the hem.

Vash raises his hands, which are now bare and covered in blood. He looks sweaty and distressed, and he raises his coat to his face and cries into it. His clenched hands rip the sewed portion apart, and the red thread leads to a heart whose own stitches are tearing apart. The background gets darker and darker, and the red looks brighter and starker against it.

Then the background returns to white, and brown-skinned hands using embroidery scissors snip a red thread. Wolfwood holds up Vash's repaired coat, grinning proudly, and does a happy thumbs-up in Vash's direction. Vash lifts his head, seeming distant.

Wolfwood holds out the coat. As Vash puts out his hand to take it, the cloth is replaced so Wolfwood is dropping a sewed-up heart in Vash's hand. Vash rubs the coat against his face with a teary smile. End ID] ID CREDITS

[myuminji]

Just VW things again

[isawjamfirst]

what if they had met as children and bcame friends since then huh WHAT THEN

[karlydraws]

Hey, Vash? I don't think your lifestyle is suited for raising a child

I know!!

These two are hanging around post Trimax and trying to raise VW's baby

[teethcake]

I cannot stop thinking about vash carrying ww in his blanket

[wolfholz]

the first time they dont got enough $$ and have to share a motel room vash makes an interesting discovery after showering regarding wolfwoods accessory choice

[kitamars]

vashwood week day 6: light

but we will still live to see tomorrow’s sunrise

[fruitsoxs]

Dilf wolfwood? Dilf wolfwood kidnaps/adopts a kid who was supposed to be sent to the eye of michael. He can't take the kid with him everywhere he goes, that would be far too dangerous. So instead he goes town to town, staying as long as he can without raising suspicion but leaving for days at a time to handle business. One night you hear a knock at your door, and answer it to find a child nearing tears. They explain they've locked themselves out of their home, and their father won't be back for a few days and they don't know what to do. You let them of course, and set up a spare room for them while trying to make smalltalk. They seem to have taken a liking to you, quickly telling you their entire life story over dinner. The days pass quickly, and soon you find yourself walking them back to their home to await their fathers return. The moment their father rounds the corner, the two sprint towards eachother ignoring the world around them as they embrace. Their father lifts them up, hugging them tight before noticing you and hardening his demeanor. A chill runs down your spine at the shift in atmosphere, suddenly aware of the breeze across your skin and the way his eyes bore into your sole the way a street dog guards her pups. The child seems unphased by their father's suspicion, dragging him towards you as they introduce you as the nice neighbor who helped them when they got locked out. He's now close enough to you that you can hear the slight exhale and see his exposed chest relax as he let's out the tense breath he was holding. And oh god his chest. You finally get a chance to tear your eyes from his own and find them scanning his figure. He's taller than you by a good amount, the setting sun extends his shadow to completely eclipse yours and yet you feel a heat rising. His aforementioned chest is exposed by his unbuttoned shirt and suit, and his dark hair looks tossled and overgrown. You don't even hear the child asking if you can stay for dinner, it isn't until you hear a cough behind you and see the man holding the door open that you come back to your senses. "Come on in, I owe you for taking care of the little one"

Oh...my heart

[vanilladrpepper]

everytime i see teenage/young eom ww i want to wrap him up in blankets yeah theyre on a desert planet but hes going to catch a chill and that is a BABY

please get him some pants Please. a jacket a sweater something too pelas

[nekooru]

₊ ☾⋆ tripede boys cuddle hcs ⋆⁺₊⋆

vash. wolfwood. knives.

synopsis: some cute lil cuddle hcs for the tripede boys!!

tags: trigun stampede, headcanons, cuddling, cute, fluff, short hc drabbles, knives is just a teeny tiny bit angsty

w/c: 1149

a/n: yep yep been wanting to post some tripede for a whilee

headcanon

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vash

☾. vash will cuddle you in every method virtually possible, most of the time adapting to whatever position you're already in. are you sitting up on a flat surface? he's on his stomach, laying between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist as his head rests in your lap. laying down? most of the time, he wiggles against you to be the little spoon, but will be the big spoon every once in a while. in a chair? is there room beside you? if so, he'll lean against your side and drape an arm over your shoulder. no room? he picks you up, sits down, and places you in his lap. vash will always find a way to be attached to you.

☾. just out of politeness, he'll sheepishly laugh and ask if he's invading your space. he prays to whatever is out there for you to reply that he's not, and when you affirm that he's not, he gets a burst of energy and squeezes you tightly in elation. if you say that he is, in fact, too much in your space, he immediately separates and apologizes. although he tries to hide it, his disappointment is apparent as he childishly sulks for a minute before his mood improves again.

☾. while you're cuddling, he loves nothing more than to hear you talk about anything and everything. he encourages you to talk about your day, dreams for your future, and anything else that comes to mind. he moves his thumb in circles over your skin as he stares lovingly, a light smile gracing his lips. you pause every so often at his dreamy expression to make sure he's still listening, and he always is.

☾. you run your fingers through his fluffy, blond hair as he tightens his hold around your waist. you note how the fingers of his prosthetic arm feel cold through your shirt, and inversely, his real fingers feel warm against your other side. his eyes are closed, and his chest heaves with each breath; you wonder if he fell asleep. the plant patterns on his face vaguely glow in the light at his comfort, and you can't help but softly touch them with your finger tips. vash's eyes slowly half open, and you retract your hand quickly. he smiles. "hey... do you think they're weird?" you blink, considering the question. "huh? your markings? i don't know, i think they're pretty." his smile widens and he exhales, touched by your answer. "not as pretty as you, though," he replies.

wolfwood

☾. despite all his complaining about how his arm is falling asleep, wolfwood's favorite cuddle position is laying in bed on his back with you curled against his chest, nestled in the crook of his arm.

☾. he secretly loves your before-bed zoomies, when you have the sudden burst of energy to pester him. a thin grin spreads across his lips as he provokes you into initiating a wrestling match, which he entertains for several moments, before showing you just how strong nicholas the punisher was. "that's not fair," you would whine as he rubs his rough, scruffy facial hair against your cheek. "yeah, well. life isn't fair, sweetheart," he replies.

☾. wolfwood wasn't often the type for late night conversations. he finds himself dozing off as you talk about whatever you're talking about; it's not for a lack of appreciation, but moreso a deep comfort from laying with you that hypnotizes him, lulls him into sleep. as a guttural snore cuts through your words, you jostle wolfwood awake, offended. "you fell asleep while i was talking," you scold. wolfwood will endlessly insist that he did not, in fact, fall asleep.

☾. one night, after you had told wolfwood that you were staying the night at a friend's, you decided to come home anyway. you slipped into the bedroom, feeling your way to your side of the bed, only to promptly fall against metal. you groaned as the collision echoed throughout the room. "nicholas!! you were cuddling with your cross?!" wolfwood groggily raises his head up as you sandwich yourself between the headboard and cross, pushing against the latter with all your might. it didn't even budge. "it's hard to sleep without you," he mutters, grabbing the cross and effortlessly swinging it over the edge of the bed to gently place on the floor. your frustration melted away the second he turned back over and pulled you against him.

knives

☾. more often than not, you'll have to be the one to initiate cuddling with knives as he lays up in bed reading, or at the very least, ask him to cuddle you. he loves you dearly, but he forgets that physical affection is a thing that exists. when prompted to cuddle, he'll reflect for a moment to analyze whether he's been giving you enough affection lately or not. "i'm sorry. i need to initiate these things more," he says, wrapping his arm along your side and holding your chin. you smile and and run your thumb over his frown. "don't worry so much," you reply.

☾. he loves to envelop you entirely; he places his hand firmly against the back of your head as you nestle in the crook of his neck, and his other arm presses your body tightly against his. his leg rests over yours, and your hands are against his chest. sometimes, he plants a kiss against your hair. you feel safe as his larger form curls around you, and he feels at peace in your presence.

☾. knives admittedly isn't the best at relationships or knowing exactly what will make you feel happy. he often asks for feedback, what he could do better, or if there's anything new he could try. although, he hates that he has to ask these things in order to understand— knives isn't used to concepts that don't come naturally to him, and he wants to be the best he can for you right away. no matter how much you reassure him, you can tell he feels inadequate as a significant other anyway.

☾. he scowls, although not in anger, but more like intense focus. his lips part to say something, but close for several moments, and open again. "thank you..." he begins, considering his words very carefully. "thank you for being so patient with me. i know i'm— i'm... different. and still learning. thank you for letting me be with you." his face softens as his sentence finishes, and he looks at you. you smile and hold his face in your hands; the fact that knives feels safe enough to express such vulnerability warms you to your core. "nai. i don't want anything in the world other than to be with you. you make me so happy, and you treat me so well, okay? i hope you'll always remember that." he bows his head, leaning into your hold, eventually melting against you in an embrace.

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[myuminji]

[cherboxishere]

WOOO SCARS HC!!!