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Trigun print for FanExpo Denver and SDCC!

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Happy Birthday, Vash 💖

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Vashwood Week Day 2: Coffee Shop AU / Names / "The way to know life is to love many things" - Vincent Van Gogh

WIP, but I thought I'd at least share a snippet of what this prompt got me started on.

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“Oh, and could you open the side room when you get a chance?” “Side room?”

Vash turned back to face him. He placed the cup on the espresso machine’s tray and pressed a few buttons to start the shots pulling. 

Wolfwood pointed to the door next to the restrooms - the one Vash had assumed was a supply closet. “The room where we meet up.” The blank look on Vash’s face spoke for itself.

Wolfwood scratched at the back of his neck. His sleeve rode up slightly, revealing a glimpse of the black ink decorating his skin. “I guess they’ve been pretty busy- they never mentioned the gang?” “The gang?” Wolfwood followed Vash’s gaze to the tattoo. He laughed warmly.

“What I meant to say is that I’m here to host bible study. We meet Tuesdays at 3.”

Vash placed the espresso cup on the counter, a look of calculated suspicion in his eyes. “So you’re a priest?” “In training.” Wolfwood winked, “What about you?” “I’m not a priest,” Vash said casually, watching as Wolfwood took his first sip of coffee, “Just a barista.”

The surprised combination of snorting and laughter that followed immediately sent hot espresso up Wolfwood’s nose. That was followed by a few moments of sputtering, coughing, and gagging.

Smooth, Nicholas. Really, really smooth.

“Are you alright!? I'm sorry-” “Don’t be-” the dark-haired man cleared his throat, “Don’t be sorry. I just didn’t expect you to be funny and good-looking.”

Vash’s ears turned pink.

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Just give him a hug already. Someone. He needs it

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Since I see so many new people getting into Trigun thanks to Stampede, I just wanted to-

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this is “redraw” of this from december

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Smoke

I don’t think I’ll be able to do the whole week but I just really like drawing smoke so I couldn’t pass this one up

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vashwood week day 1 - smoke

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"Smoke" for Vashwood Week on twt

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Cosas imposibles

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@vashwoodweek day 1: smoke | "someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story."

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Vashwood Week 2023 - Day 1

Time to throw words at a page because it's apparently Vashwood week and, well, Why not? Apparently this series is all I can think about anymore.

Warnings for Trigun Maximum spoilers and major character death. Day 1: Soulmate AU/ Smoke / Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. - Richard Siken

He doesn't like the way the smoke curls inside his chest. The taste of it is familiar, but the way it turns his throat dry is unpleasant. Instead of warmth spreading through his ribs and filling the emptiness there, he just feels like he's choking to death, trying to swallow something too big to digest.

“You don't have to wait with me,” he says for what feels like the hundredth time.

Livio scoffs from his place on the other side of Wolfwood's grave.

“He'd never forgive me if I left you out here alone.”

The words make Vash inhale too sharply, pull more heat than air. “It's just a cigarette,” he wheezes, “I wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye.”

“I didn't say you were. I just said he wouldn't want you to be alone.”

The Punisher stands between them in the same place Vash had set it a year ago. It's different, now, festooned with small decorations and the evidence of visits from children who'd probably never even known the man beneath it.

He's different, too. It's hard not to be when you realize everyone who knew you before is gone. The ticket to the future is blank – the past is etched in stone. He rubs his hands together in an attempt to keep the feeling in them. Ignores the fact that the rest of him is just as numb – has been numb for hours. He wonders if this is how it felt for his sisters, for Knives, or-

“You about finished?” “Almost.”

The last drag is the worst. He can feel his eyes start to water even before the coughing starts. Livio is quiet. He doesn't comment on the way Vash's eyes never stop watering, or the way his breathing never really evens out.

Razlo is the one who finally crosses the unspoken boundary between them to clap a hand on Vash's shoulder. They both pretend it isn't the only thing keeping him on his feet. “You wanna give me one of those?”

Vash hands over the carton, hands shaking.

“Sorry,” he says, “I'm not sure I'll be able to get through a second one.” “That's a damn shame, I was kind of hoping you'd stick around.” Vash laughs, a little ragged, a little frantic. He doesn't like the way everything is still so cold. “You'll remember him, right? I just... I want to make sure someone will remember him.” “I don't think either of us is going to forget that ass-kicking for a long time.” Vash opens his mouth to say something, to joke back, but it comes out as a strangled sob. His knees are giving out. They sink to the ground together.

“I wanted to stay,” he gasps, “There's so much I wanted to do... ” “You did more than enough.” “But I was supposed to be here... I don't want them to disappear.” “They won't” Livio says quietly, “We'll remember.”

“Do you promise?” “I promise.” Something warm moves through him. It starts in the tips of his toes and spreads up through his entire body like a wave.

It's hard to see with the light behind his eyes getting brighter. It's hard to hear, too, with the way his own breathing suddenly seems so loud. He can feel lips on his forehead, can smell cigarettes in the air. Can sense-

Wolfwood? About time you got here, needle-noggin. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up.

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There is stillness where there used to be movement.

There is silence where there used to be sound.

Livio picks up the thin-framed orange glasses that have been left behind.

When he is ready, he stands and makes his way back to the orphanage, careful not to trample the bright red flowers that have taken root in the sandy soil.

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Monday doodle for y'all I have done next to no actual work today :')))))