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Wanted to use this meme for lipsync practice but try and guess where and when I got freakin' tired)

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full illustration of one of the prizes for a trigun stargaze themed stamp rally at Anime Night Market :3

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stop pretending like you care .

@thathollowsound

Knives’s expression lies somewhere between coldly apathetic to interminably unreadable. There, brief, a twitched muscle in his brow and a parting of lips. His eyes might have narrowed into a squint for a fraction of a second, no longer than it had taken him to curve a wrist and upturned palm up beneath Midvalley’s chin with a lazily extended finger.

He has no desire to touch, least of all skin to skin. A blade arcs out from the back of his hand, rising like a charmed snake to hover short of a bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Do not,” he breathes through a click of snapping teeth. “Presume to know me.”

In the space where a laugh might have been, Knives stares at Midvalley. Searching, perhaps, for the fear he has become so accustomed to eliciting through presence alone. “Or your worth.” 

Every and any matter directly pertaining to his brother deserves his attention and interest. Rarely, his attention strays beyond family matters. The bones of the SEEDs ship stretch far above their heads, forming the ceilings and walls of a dark cathedral through which only the Eye and the Gung-ho Guns may pass. Within the carcass remains many pockets for an impression of secrecy. An exposed gangway hanging between metal spires is as good a place as any for conversation and a view of the barren planet below them, with no evidence of human footholds or habitation for miles. 

“It’s in my interest to keep my tools sharp and whole.” 

Some of them, anyway. As if to directly contradict his own point, the end of his blade pricks to draw a thin line of blood that follows the belly of the blade and drips off the hooked heel. Regardless, the Player’s antagonizing his cohorts is a matter of fact.

“You continue to test Chapel.”

[nahashim]

All that constant movement. Utterly distracting. It was like someone mistook Vash for a fork, flicking those spiky tines for the hell of it. His face wants to default to a chagrined scrunch, but the conversation has shifted favorably for them and calling attention to what ought to be good news would risk exposing them to further inquiry. 

Vash swooped in so confidently that Knives, lost in his own thoughts and harboring a rapidly dwindling interest in following the particulars of their arrangement with Silas, nearly angles his bladed arm into full view in response to the sharp, bright note of panic that touches him.

Mistaking the sudden look of intensity on Knives’s face for a shy reluctance to introduce himself, Silas folds his arms over his chest with a good-natured snort. 

“Cat got yer tongue, son? A man should introduce himself clearly and confidently.”

Knives utters the first syllables that come to mind before the silence has an opportunity to grow beyond the level of awkward and manages to rival Vash’s appalling alias with a terrible one of his own.

“Sam.”

“...Bill. And… Sam.”

Silas’s eyes track from Vash to Knives, leaving the pair to wonder at whether their charade would soon come to an end while another extended silence befalls the room.

“Well, get to work then! I don’t got all day to babysit. Out that door then. The both of yas.”

Knives tips at the waist in a quick, low bow. Alongside a confident and swift burst of movement towards the aforementioned backdoor of the shop, it’s the best way to hide the grimace of mortification threatening to twist his lips. 

“Remind me why we needed to do…” Squinting from the transition of indoors to out, Knives tries to put words to the list when he finally flips around to face Vash. Resonantly too impatient and too fed up, however, he fails spectacularly and throws up his hands instead. 

“Any of that.”

@nahashim

He's never completely sure if showing a little nervousness is actually good or not, but it seems to depend more on the other person than anything. It's kind of hard not to show a little bit of uncertainty that close up, but at least he's aware of the shopkeep's hands. Hands, not fists, not guns. A nervous titter will do. Hopefully.

Disowned kids. Well-- He can do something with that, if he needs to, but he's grateful about the subject being dropped for the moment. Coming up with a story has rarely been a problem, anyway; if there's work to be done then he can manage to figure out how to do it well enough to distract away from details. Surely his brother can do the same If not, Vash supposes he can take on the challenge of turning distraction into an art form.

"Oh! Oh, thank you Mr. Silas sir! We'd be glad to take up the work! Might do some tinkering too, if there's time-- I mean, there could be useful bits, you know?" It was better to cover his bases now in case anyone saw him taking things apart. Or more likely trying to break them open, depending on how damaged they were. Neither here nor there.

There's a very quick, sharp jolt of panic that's probably broadcast at his brother by complete accident. Just a little! Just for an instant! He can come up with any number of dumb-but-believable names for himself, but for Knives..? "We're brothers, yes. Traveled together for a long time and all that, you know. He may not talk much, but he's grateful too! You can call me Bill."

Bill. He has no idea where that came from, but it's not worth thinking about. He might distract himself away from his full-force attempt at a reassuring smile.

[nahashim]

“Your brother…” Knives stares at Wolfwood, though his attention briefly flickers elsewhere for just a moment. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Witnessing such suicidal fervor has drawn a scowl across his face. A familiar, distasteful trait he’s seen time and time again. Fighting the boy does not solve greater problems, nor would his death serve any purpose. The plea will not be answered.

Human urges were terribly easy to exploit. Human bonds, however, were an undecided factor. He thought he knew his own brother like he knew the shape of his hands, but their separation had been gruesome. To resonate with a song he’s known his whole life, only to find the harmony broken by bloody discord. With renewed interest, Knives’s attention wholly returns once more to the quivering boy at his feet.

“I have a brother,” he begins, as though their shared experience with sibling strife were a serendipitous thing, “He would like someone like you.”

Vash and Nicholas. They would meet like kindred spirits.

“Why don’t we make a trade? My brother for yours.” Alert and interested, Knives inches up straight in his chair for the first time since Wolfwood had been thrown into the room. 

“Bring him back to me.”

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"You heard me," the young man, Nicholas, growls without baring teeth—cornered and scared. His tail is tucked between his legs and he doesn't even know it. He's never faced down a god before, but he may as well try. "I don't wanna be here! I don't want anything to do with you!"

His prison clothes are still torn and bloody from Legato breaking just about every bone in his body without laying a finger on him. He'd nearly made it out—he could've gone home and gotten help for Livio, could've told Miss Melanie about the horrible things that happen to the kids that get taken away... all torn away from him at the last possible moment.

Even now, after healing, he's exhausted. He's tired, and he can't take much more of this. It's been a year (he... thinks) and they've given him a gun, have had him kill innocent people, and for what? As soon as he's free from his cage he'll make a run for it and never look back. Nicholas knows that they've already got Livio and that they've possibly even done something to him already, but once he's stronger he can go down in a blaze of glory and free everyone. If he's half the prodigy Conrad says he is, he can at least do that much.

That was how he thought before they took his stash of vials.

Now, Nicholas has one vial and a dream.

If Legato or Chapel or Conrad won't kill him, then perhaps their God will show him mercy.

"I'm gonna betray you the first second I can, so why don't you come fight me now?! It'd be easier to kill me before they hand me a gun! I won't play by your rules, and neither will my crybaby brother, so just kill me and let him go!"

[nahashim]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[nahashim]

Brother, skeptic, observer, whatever he is today, Vash generally finds some reason or other to interpose before Knives has a chance to venture further. Discussing the nature of the weather at any given hour, trading long-winded greetings, prefacing any question with all manner of titles and honorifics all feels like a nervous habit used to fill the air with meaningless sounds. Conversation with humans– if he must call it conversation–ought to be as precise an exchange of words as possible. For whatever reason, Vash often takes objection to this method. 

The shopkeep drops both palms onto the counter, invading Vash’s personal space with an aggressive lean as he scrutinizes the squirrely, smiling tower of a man with one eye squeezed shut.

“What’re ya, some local water baron’s disowned kids or somethin’?” The man does not wait for an answer. “Yer in luck. Those damn Terrans keep haulin’ in their junk and leavin’ it in the back o’ my store  thinkin’ I’ll give them a fistful of my own damn double dollars for the trouble. Tchh. G-E-N-eral Store! Didn’t know ship folk couldn’t read too.”

Knives can feel his eye twitch.

(The Terrans would be right. Air scrubbers, spare ship parts, compressors are all a gold mine for anyone who knows how to make use of them, which this man clearly did not.)

“Name’s Silas. If you ‘n your brother–’ssumin’ he’s your brother,” Silas makes a vague gesture with his gnarled hand towards the whole of Knives standing there beside Vash like that’s an explanation, “Can clear all the crap the Terrans left ‘round my property, we can talk pay. You can sleep in the back room tonight at any rate. I’ll ring Meredith, let ‘er know we got a couple extra mouths for supper.”

@nahashim [From here for... reasons, I assume.]

Vash's grateful smile at his brother's acceptance (enough) is momentarily blinding, but of course it isn't to last. He's quick to switch gears, hands up with a meeker smile on his face as he addresses the shopkeep. "Sorry, sorry, don't mean to hold things up, really!" Friendly and acquiescing and totally completely just going with the flow.

And not sparing a single glance at Knives just in case that gets taken the wrong way. He's got to radiate calm! Confidence! Or at least something sort of like the softer versions of those things. Not a threat, at the very least, because at least one of them needs to cling to that much.

"I'd wondered, good sir, if you might know anyone looking for a couple of hard workers! Room and board would be great, but we're also hoping to earn enough to return to this fine establishment as customers!"

He's-- Trying. Trying a little too hard, he has to admit to himself, to demonstrate how to have a perfectly friendly interaction with a human who is maybe not in the most friendly of moods. Demonstrating that there's no need to turn to violence or make demands, that everyone can get along just fine.

Under layers and layers of finely crystalized hope is also the understanding that if he has to sling an arm around his brother and run, he is perfectly willing and prepared to do that, too.

[nahashim]

Happy Halloween! Giving out love and pieces of candy tonight 🤞

[nahashim]

"I'm trying to keep things light. Just humor me, okay?"

At once, Knives's face contorts unpleasantly in a manner which suggests that he has a great many comments to share and is working very, very hard to not do exactly that.

Humans are prone to violence (he's counted upon them to do as they do to great satisfaction many times at this point), untrustworthy to a fault, and equally as unreliable.

All a matter of opinion and so on and so forth.

"Fine," Knives promises tersely, folding his arms over his chest and biting his lip through the first syllable. The blade poking through the underside of his sleeve demonstrates his willingness to use it as a polite deterrent up until the point he decides Vash is losing control of the situation.

"Vagrants ain't welcome here! You want to buy something from the counter, you got anything thing comin'. Don't give me trouble now, best you find another store," the shopkeep spits, wiggling his meager whiskers and waiting expectantly for them to leave.

Ridiculous. Are they supposed to find his affect somehow intimidating?

[nahashim]

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

@forgivenpunishment

"Vague."

Knives is looking elsewhere and not at the Punisher himself, which is not unusual except he has not made any motion to dismiss the man. With his legs crossed and draped over the arm of his chair and a hand weighed down by the handle of a mug, he might appear entirely disinterested.

On the contrary, he's fully expecting Wolfwood to thoroughly expand upon his initial statement.

The ones who are so willing to die often share many traits with his brother, and so Knives has taken it upon himself to attempt to learn something from it.

[nahashim]

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find your brother? what will you do? ❜

@thathollowsound

It bothers him when they pretend to care what he has to say.

"My brother is out there." If Vash is out there, then he can be found. His brother is much too stubborn to simply die, so he will not entertain the possibility that he might.

Knives lifts a brow, only for a moment, then turns his gaze elsewhere. The lighting in this citadel has always been poor. He might spend the afternoon carving out more windows.

"You should be far more concerned if you do not find him."

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❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

"And you lose something for it every time you do." Knives continually flexes his fingers into the crook of his arm while watching his brother with narrowed eyes.

"What happens when there's nothing left of you?"

[nahashim]

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you!❜

"This is not an argument." He certainly has no intention of hinting that he might participate in one or even changing his mind in the first place.

He might be willing to listen if she provides a compelling enough reason, because talking to Vash has not proven illuminating in any way.

"Humans die for the most banal reasons every day."

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❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

"You're not a threat," he says, not glancing back at her. Not to him or to anything in her surroundings that was within her reach. Imprisoning her would be a waste of time. Ignoring her presence and willing her into silence would be the preferred outcome of events.

[nahashim]

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞��𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue prompts taken from the silent hill 2 remake, developed by bloober team. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ in my restless dreams, i see that town. ❜

❛ hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. ❜

❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

❛ what happened to this town? ❜

❛ whatever it is, it's not human. ❜

❛ i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here. ❜

❛ you wanna come with? maybe together we can find a way out of this town. ❜

❛ sorry, but i can't leave. not yet. ❜

❛ are you afraid? ❜

❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜

❛ don't worry, i'm not crazy. least, i don't think so. ❜

❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

❛ what's a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway? ❜

❛ hey, that's not very nice. didn't your parents teach you any manners? ❜

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜

❛ i can't believe it. your face, your voice... you could be— ❜

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜

❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜

❛ hey, easy there. i'm just messing with you. ❜

❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜

❛ what, you were just gonna leave me here? alone? with all these monsters around? ❜

❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜

❛ this place we're going to, what is it, exactly? ❜

❛ you ever stay in a place like this? the walls are so thin you can hear everything. love, hate, jealousy... ❜

❛ i think you just saved my life back there. ❜

❛ hey. you think i'd look good in this one? ❜

❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜

❛ oh, loosen up. it sure beats running around with those monsters out there. ❜

❛ what will you tell her if... when you find her? ❜

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

❛ can we stay? just for a little while? ❜

❛ this place, this whole thing, it's like a nightmare. i just wanted to get away from it, even for a second. ❜

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜

❛ we should probably get going. ❜

❛ we could come back later, if you want. you know, in case we need a break. ❜

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find [ name ]? what will you do? ❜

❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜

❛ please open the door. there's something in here. ❜

❛ i was almost killed back there! i've never been so scared in my whole life! ❜

❛ all you care about is that dead wife of yours. ❜

❛ you couldn't care less about me, could you? ❜

❛ stay with me. don't leave me alone again. you're supposed to take care of me. ❜

❛ i don't know, for some reason i feel like it's up to me to protect her. ❜

❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜

❛ i'm trying to keep things light. just humor me, okay? ❜

❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❛ you're supposed to be the big man around here. how's a little girl like me supposed to help? ❜

❛ what's wrong? i thought you wanted to get out of here. ❜

❛ this place is different from what i remember. i guess... things never really stay the same, do they? ❜

❛ you... still don't want me to go with you? if we stick together, we just might make it out of here. ❜

❛ ain't no big deal. just put the gun to their head and... pow! ❜

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

❛ please. i'll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ it's always the same with you. you're only after one thing. ❜

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜

❛ i thought that thing killed you...! are you hurt? ❜

❛ but that thing... it stabbed you. there was blood everywhere. ❜

❛ stabbed me? what do you mean? ❜

❛ honey... did something happen to you? ❜

❛ are you confusing me with someone else? ❜

❛ you said you took everything. but you forgot the videotape we made. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter who i am. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ see? i'm real. ❜

❛ don't you want to touch me? ❜

❛ i'll come back, i promise. ❜

❛ how many times do i have to kill you? ❜

❛ it doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once you're dead! ❜

❛ you wanna talk down to me some more? tell me to relax? ❜

❛ you know i'll find you! ❜

❛ guess i deserved it, huh? the fartface that i am. ❜

❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

❛ where are you? i'm waiting for you. please, come to me. ❜

❛ i think you were right. what we're looking for... it's not here. ❜

❛ thank you for helping me earlier... but i wish you hadn't. ❜

❛ i know what you are. i now why i needed you. but it's all over now. i don't need you anymore. ❜

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

❛ why are you still here? i told you to go. ❜

❛ wait! please don't go. don't leave me alone. i didn't mean what i said. ❜

❛ please... tell me i'll be okay. ❜

❛ i'm here for you. so what if i'm not her? ❜

❛ i can give you what she never could. i can be better than her. ❜

❛ what else do you want me to be? ❜

❛ i won't let you do this to me. i won't let you go. ❜

❛ the truth is, i hated you. ❜

❛ i wanted my life back. ❜

❛ i tried. i really did. but... i just... can't go on without you. ❜

❛ i can't forgive myself for what i've done. ❜

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

❛ you made me happy. ❜

[nahashim]

millions knives of trigun | trimax | stampede

by fair | she/they | 18+

heavy trimax influences. low-activity. highly selective and private.

guidelines. art blog.

[nahashim]

about me:

fair: 29, she/they.

guidelines:

if i follow you back or follow you, i’m interested in writing with you. i have a limited amount of time, so i try to spend it where it counts.

i love writing with new people and generally won’t turn down new threads, asks, or plots. i just will be slow to reply sometimes, so please be patient with me. ;^)

i enjoy character development, world building, and continuity so you won’t find many one-liners or crack posts on my blog. i otherwise don’t care about length.

multiverse, multiship. i do not ship kv and will not write with the intent to.

i’ll try to tag major triggers but don’t have any in particular. i won’t write characters in underage relationships (or with underage writers, for that matter).

if it’s been longer than two weeks since i’ve replied to something you sent me, feel free to remind me! sometimes i lose things or forget. i do drop threads on occasion when i feel really stuck and don’t see a way to progress, but i’m always happy to pick back up again if we work on a direction together.

other blogs:

vash. wolfwood.