#ever bared fangs ( wolfwood )

[bluestringpuppeteer]

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unworthy follower ( self ) angel of ruin ( master knives ) red coat of the brother ( vash ) mountain with gentle hands ( livio ) blood dyed nails ( elendira ) ever bared fangs ( wolfwood ) out of threads ( ooc ) unknown inquiries ( anon ask ) masses demanding knowledge ( ask ) standing orders ( queue ) razor wires in my head ( musing )

[judasviscariot]

vash post trimax being hunted still by humans who just don’t understand and the only one who ever did is gone and yeah he still has milly and meryl but it’s not the same and he’s cornered like a rabid animal, bleeding from a wound that doesn’t heal like it used to and sometimes -

sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just close his eyes and let it end and sometimes he hates nai for healing him at all, hates him for making vash lose him, for making him hate him, and he hates nai for loving him so much it stripped him of everything he ever held sacred

and sometimes he thinks it would’ve been easier to stay on that fucking couch with the corpse of the only one who ever truly saw the core of him and sometimes he thinks he should’ve buried himself in the sand beside wolfwood because he’d be safe, he’d be kept and safe and it would be so quiet, and maybe he’d get a moment’s rest there in the dark where the only one who ever saw the truth of him lies

and he’s bleeding from a wound that won’t close and he’s so fucking tired and the golden chain he wears around his neck is heavy but the laughter that blooms around him, called in on a breeze he can’t feel, is all light

“so, what? you just gonna give up?”

he grits his teeth. the bounty hunters are shouting amongst themselves, coordinating their movements to surround him, cutting off any chance of survival he might have

‘promise me somethin’, spikey.’

the church bells are ringing. they’re always ringing in vash’s head. they won’t stop. liquor burns at the back of his tongue and he can’t wash it down, not with anything.

‘keep smilin’. even when… i’m gone. okay? for me.’

he bares his blunt fangs. black hair falls over his eyes.

it’s always so dark.

‘don’t let them win, vash.

vash.

never said your name enough, did i?

vash.’

tears burn along the seams of his eyelids. the scent of cigarettes and cologne wafts under his nose and vash’s eyes fly open to find the sun blocked by a familiar silhouette.

“c’mon, vash. don’t you give up now.”

he can see his reflection in the preacher’s sunglasses. with a hitching breath, vash lifts a pale hand covered in blood. a small smile curls over that golden face, white teeth flashing around the filter of a crumpled cigarette.

their hands meet. wolfwood tugs vash up from the bloodstained ground where he was content to die.

when he teeters forward, unbalanced and inelegant from the blood loss, wolfwood isn’t there to catch him. the shouts are getting louder. death is coming.

“time’s up,” burrs a deep voice in his ear, “let’s get the fuck outta here, human typhoon.”

and he has to. doesn’t he? because wolfwood was the only one who understood him and now the only life wolfwood has exists inside him - in the memories that make up the ghost vash carries in his ribcage like a second set of lungs.

“run.”

and he’ll keep running. he’ll keep running until there’s no more planet left, and then he’ll run some more. if it keeps this piece of wolfwood alive…

he’ll run forever.

so he does, leaving cigarette smoke and whiskey in his wake, the shape of his spilled blood like a cross in the sand.

[makima-s-most-smile]

Trigun Ultimate 2 Part 3

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5

Chapter 3: Fragile

That page. It says so much. Monev is totally on his warpath. From his perspective, Diablo-Vash is the true Vash, but to counter this, we the reader know that the “ridiculous” aim was Vash staying true to his pacifist ideals. This is the true Vash. For the better and the worse. He is angry, spiteful, enraged, but he is still pacifist!

Aw, the mask has little fangs!

I stay by my words that Vash may have killed someone in the last 150 years by accident. He is attentive, but this attack here is not careful! He had no way of knowing that the shield would withstand five shots from his modified gun! Pacifism itself means that you don't want to harm another person, but Vash harms more than a few people. Vash only sees alive and not unharmed. His stance on pacifism is a weird one from the start.

And he took it personally ever since!

As others have already said, Knives is grieving Rem. But he cannot deal with it. So he needs to look at her actions as being done with intent to hurt him specifically.

Truly, Knives is the true fragile one, not Vash.

Chapter 4: Scars

I love this line. It shows that Vash even in his weird pacifism is not naive. He does not trust the assassin that was sent to kill him. He takes measures to keep himself safe. He knows that his decision could have been the wrong one and that sparing means nothing to Monev. He risks it for Rem. (more for his memory of Rem)

I assume that we won’t meet Monev in S2, since Vash and Wolfwood have a similar scene in Stampede. 

Man, this hits hard. Vash’s smile is like, I know, tehee. But he knows, he just doesn’t tell them. 

The insurance women around him notice his obvious predicament, they see that something more is going on, but he keeps quiet. That is so frustrating about Vash. He doesn’t open up. Not only that, by not telling them he takes their ability to decide on their own with all the information from them. Of course, this is about his own fear of connection and the vulnerability that comes with it, but damn, it is frustrating. If they knew, would they still follow him or distance themselves? In my opinion, Vash fears both decisions. Staying endangers them, leaving would be another rejection of Vash from humanity.

Even when he does finally open up, he barely says anything and leaves it to the other party to connect the dots. People need to worm information out of him and they barely ever do, because it may overstep boundaries. Such behaviour is fucking frustrating! I, as a reader, am somewhat frustrated with him, watching this really nice guy being so lonely and putting up walls. He hasn’t got anyone who makes him put those down. 

Well, he does open up to Milly and Meryl about his motives. He may have said even more to them, because the scene pans out after that. But since we don’t see it, it doesn’t exist for us readers. Women! Ask him who this important person was! Ask him who he wants to settle the score with and how he’d do it! Ask him why he thinks he wasn’t able to save her! Give him a reality check that nothing that happened was his fault! They would give him that reality check! But they need the info for that.

What is frustrating for me in this scene is that he could have opened up more, if the women asked him. By not at least showing that Meryl and Milly feel pretty passive to me. They were already somewhat helpless bystanders in the fight with Monev. Have his walls go up after they ask, but make them ask, make them show interest and connection to Vash. For me, this reads often more like an interest for the mystery of Vash and not for the person Vash and I know that this is not what was intended!

Then again, why should they dig into him to get any info? It is not their job to make him open up. They are not his psychiatrists. Just, as a reader, I am more inclined to feel for the protagonist in this moment, so my ire is more on the handling of the insurance women or with depiction of women in shonen/seinen manga in general. But no, I won't open this can of worms.

Hello, new evil guy. Bye, new evil guy.

That eyesight! That aim!

Sigh, and again, Meryl and Milly are pushed aside. *grumbls*

Chapter 5: Muder cafe

Not gonna lie, with how people treat him and with the human trafficking going around, not to mention what else they implied, I kinda understand Legato’s and even more so Knives’ point of view.

But Legato counters his own view by rescuing those women. The guy has more going on behind the scenes and I wish we would see more of that conflict. If he really wasn’t interested in humanity’s survival, he wouldn’t have warned the women after he saved them. He would have just killed everyone in the cafe. 

[flowercitti]

OH MY GOD! MY FRIEND AND I WERE ON FACRTIME WHEN YOU DROPPED THIS WIP GAME AND WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT ALAERTING EACHOTHER NO MATTER WHAT WAS HAPPENING IN OUR LIVES IF EITHER OF US EVER SAW SOMETHING SO PRECIOUS ABOUT THIS GET UPDATED!!!! he are i are celebrating harder the ever before!!! happy pride to the two of us i can't believe chapter two is real!!! we've literally been waiting for this since it first came out, its all we talk about!!! also! im so excited for the shape of water au as both a vashwood and an astarion lover i dont know who i want this to be about more! ugh im so excited for all of these you have no idea. 💕💕💕💕💕 so much love to you and yours! have an amazing evening!

Ah Tysm for your excitement and lovely words! My vashwood things have been sidelined at the moment, but certainly not forgotten! 🤍🌷🌸 I surely hope to update them one day ahh.

Here’s a small excerpt for Something So Precious About This:

“Ah, you’re here with Vash Saverem. You’re late.” She says delicately, and something about the way she says it is impossibly sharp, meeting Nicholas’s gaze as he can’t help but dumbly blink up at her.

“But he’s still waiting for you.” She nods her head for him to go, pointing in the direction of his seat, and Wolfwood is moving without questioning it.

He’s still here. Maybe he hasn’t screwed everything up just yet.

He clutches his tie with two hands, wringing it between his fingers and searching for that blonde head of hair. He still feels out of place amongst the sparkling chandeliers and glittering dresses, pristine white tabletops and champagne flutes, but he hardly allows his eyes to linger on anything. He’s looking for Vash, and anything that isn’t him doesn’t keep his attention for long.

He finally finds him in the far back, seated quietly at a table for two. Wolfwood slows in his brisk pace, taking in the sight of him as he huffs in relief. Vash is dressed entirely in red, a dark burgundy corset cinched at his waist, detailed with threaded flowers. His trousers look as if they’re made of velvet, sheened with the same petal details, his ringed fingers nervously tapping at the neck of a wine glass. His blonde hair is spiked this, pushed back over his head to expose his face.

Nicholas thinks that he’s stopped breathing.

And my Vashwood Shape of Water AU 🤍

“Shut it up!” Legato hisses as soon as he steps foot into the room, teeth bared in that familiar snarl, mouth full of teeth and glinting canines.

Wolfwood follows after him and finally catches sight of the reason for all the screaming and banging.

He doesn’t know what he’s looking at for several moments, gaze flickering over an emalgination of feathers and bright eyes. There’s a furious flapping noise, beating wings that ruffle and flutter in sharp arcs. They’re huge and powerful, fighting against the men who attempt to hold it down, sending them careening backwards with every heavy swoop. It lets out another bellowing screech and there’s a face beneath the feathers, a bared mouth full of sharp fangs and glinting blue eyes that shine in the harsh light. It snaps out, mouth closing around the arm of a man who strayed too close, blood dripping to the ground in thick splatters as the man screams. It leaves the creature’s face stained red, a hissing trill rattling in its throat.

It looks directly at Nicholas and the creature pauses in its desperate crying, panting into the open air, ruby red mouth parted and its several eyes shining a searing blue as it just stares—

It looks afraid.

[cloversdreams]

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Summary:

“Stop fricken shouting already,” Nicholas grumbled. God, that high-pitched shrieking made his ears hurt. He reached up to rub the left one, only barely aware of Vash staring unblinking when it twitched and hit his cheek.

Nicholas bent down and sniffed the crook of the blond’s neck. He heard Vash’s breath hitch and his pulse quicken.

“You smell so…” Edible. Nicholas growled softly. He moved the blond’s jacket a bit and opened his mouth to allow his fangs to scrape the side of that enticing neck. It earned him a surprised little squeak.

Cute. So very annoyingly cute. Nicholas wanted to devour everything about this man. He wanted to be the one that got to know him in the way no one else ever had. Something primal surged within him. His beast was rattling its metaphorical cage. It wanted out. It wanted to feast.

Nicholas pulled back just enough to look at Vash’s face. It was so red it matched almost perfectly with his jacket. Those impossibly blue eyes of his were half-lidded, needy. The sight was too damn much. Nicholas did the only logical thing he could in that moment. He leaned in and kissed the blond.

What am I supposed to do, But sink my teeth in you? I starve without you on my lips I die without the taste of it