#i feel like they just gave up with vash after Meryl and wolfwood because his seems sm less quality ???

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Concept sketch for a Knives planet gunsmoke figure set because I'm completely fucking insane and I'm losing my mind

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NSFW Vash x F!Reader headcanons/drabble (Bottom Ver.)

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Y'all saw this coming. Now it is here. Let us rejoice. Not fully headcanons, not exactly drabble, it's more similar to the Wolfwood headcanon post where it's part headcanon/part fanfic, just please enjoy the feast. Warning: You gon' get sad, feel warm and fluffy, and probably get horny at the same time. I hope you're prepared for that roller coaster. (Btw this applies to both 2023 and 1998 versions)

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• You and Vash have been travelling together for a LOOOOOONG time. Like, enough to where you both know each other like the back of your hands, like you know each others' blood types, your favorite things, what you dislike, what the other is thinking, etc. (I like to think in this, you're also part plant, so you guys have been traveling together for the longest time, like 60 years or something, WAY before the gang showed up).

• You two were so close, people already thought you were dating or married. You'd have to explain that you're both just partners.

• but deep down, you wish it was more. And what you didn't know is that Vash thought that too.

• it was always a 'will they, won't they?' thing with you two. You two knew you loved each other, people could easily tell you two were in love, but neither of you thought the other felt the same way.

• you love how kind and protective he is, how he's willing to risk his life to save anyone in danger, even though that frustrated you to no end. You also love how much of a goofball he is, he always made you laugh just by being himself. You even love his dumbass moments, sometimes.

• Vash loved you because of how caring, strong, and sweet you are, you saved him from a group of bandits when you first met by finding him tied to a pole and freeing him, treating his wounds once you two were far away. Your hands were so gentle, he could tell you weren't a violent person.

• Vash loved your smile, your laugh, your voice, everything. He fell for you almost immediately. Like, hard. Smitten, infatuated, bedazzled, just head over heels in love with you. He could never say it though, for....reasons.

• you also loved everything about Vash. The way his hair shone in the sunlight, those smiles he always gave you each time you saw him, you even love that goofy 'love and peace' thing he always did.

• Milly was so happy that you were in love and wanted you two to be happy.

• Meryl wanted that too, but she didn't see what made you fall for that idiotic freak-o-zoid.

• Nick was going all, "Oh Jesus Christ, just PROPOSE ALREADY! I'll officiate it even, just fucking quit with the lovey-dovey shit, goddamn..." whenever Vash gushed about you to him when they were alone.

• Roberto said he didn't care and it wasn't his business, but deep down, he thought that as long as Vash didn't break your heart, he would give his blessing. If he did, he'd show up with a sawed-off shotgun. (You and Roberto had developed a kind of father/daughter relationship)

• everything changed one night when you and Vash finished helping people in a town and you both decided to stay at the inn.

• but it seemed someone already reserved a room for you two. Some priest with two women and a man drinking from his flask.

• you and Vash looked at each other and smiled, both thinking 'well aren't they so nice!'

• the issue was...when you got in the room, there was only one bed.

• goddammit, of course they planned this...

• Vash blushed and started to say that he didn't mind sleeping on the floor and wanted you to be in the bed.

• but once it was bedtime, you walked over to the bed, got in, opened the blanket up, looked at Vash, and patted the spot next to you on the bed. There was enough room for two, after all. And you didn't mind if it was him.

• Vash's blush got even redder and his heart started to race at the idea of being in the same bed with you.

• but after seeing your reassuring smile, he caved and got into the bed with you.

• you both just looked at each other, staring, both of your hearts racing and your faces were flushed.

• something deep inside you felt it was time, time to finally confess. There was no better time to do it.

• but neither of you could speak. You tried, but you ended up going silent.

• but you both inched closer to each other, your faces getting closer. It was like your bodies knew what to do, so they automatically did it.

• you closed your eyes, slowly leaned in, and finally...you kissed.

• it was a tender, slow, and soft kiss. One that wasn't intense, but oh, so full of love. You both melted into it and ended up wrapping your arms around each other.

• the kiss did start to get a bit intense as it went on, though. The soft moans escaping both of your lips drove you to the point where Vash got on top and where you started to lift his shirt and he started to unbutton yours.

• but all of a sudden, he stopped and broke the kiss, pulling back from you.

• "I can't..." he said breathily as his face started to look bereft.

• "Why?" You ask softly. You wanted to know what was stopping him. Was he scared? Was he nervous? Was it something else?

• That's when Vash started to cry, a few tears fell on your cheek.

• "I don't deserve you..."

• you were surprised, concerned, and confused at the same time. "Why don't you deserve me?" You asked.

• he then talks about how he feels he's not worthy of being loved, because of all the horrible things he'd done, including stuff he did before he met you.

• you knew about his past, but you didn't think any of it was his fault.

• but then you remembered something.

• you remembered a few times where Vash was forced to kill people who were threatening your life and/or other people's lives. He must've also had to have done that before he met you.

• then the memory of the time he tried to save you and another woman came to mind.

• a gunslinger grabbed both of you and tried to run off with you, but Vash wasn't letting that slide. He ran after the man until he got him cornered.

• Vash had his gun pointed at the kidnapper and the man had a knife to your throat. Vash knew there was no way to get you out of this without blood being spilt.

• so he looked for an opening and when he found it, he fired.

• but the man ended up quickly moving the other woman closer to him, using her as a human shield, fatally wounding them both.

• that broke Vash. You still could see him trying to fix the woman's wound and try to get her to stay alive. You remembered the woman putting her hand on his, stopping him, and smiling. You could still hear the painful yell he let out when she finally died...

• that night in your tent where you held him as he broke down crying, begging for forgiveness and begging you to not leave him or hate him was one of the most painful nights you've experienced.

• you knew he was a pacifist, never wanting to take a life. He understood that in certain situations in this world, it was necessary, but it still haunted him.

• no matter what happened, he almost always ended up with blood on his hands.

• That's why he felt he didn't deserve you...he felt he didn't deserve happiness and love for what he'd done...and it's haunted him all these years...

• you reach your hand out and caress his cheek while wiping his tears away with your thumb.

• you smiled warmly and kissed him again, as a way to comfort him, to tell him you still loved him regardless.

• once you both broke, he was stunned. He just stared at you and said, "Y..You still...after all I've done, you still love me..?"

• you nodded.

• he hugged you tightly and cried in your chest. In response, you held him close and petted the back of his head, letting him cry.

• you could hear him saying softly and tearfully, "I love you...I love you...please forgive me..please don't leave me.."

• you said you did forgive him and you promised that you'd stay with him forever, saying you loved him too, which caused him to hug you tighter.

• after a bit of hugging and crying, Vash looked up at you and you both stared at each other for a few moments.

• you both knew what you wanted.

• he wanted to repay you for your love and kindness and show you how much he loved you, you wanted to show him how much he's loved and deserves to be loved.

• and you both knew what could do just that.

• hey, sometimes sex can be a last resort to make someone smile.

• you said softly, "are you sure?"

• He nods. "As long as it's you, then...I'm okay with it.." His eyes said it all. He wanted you, needed you, and he didn't care how he got it.

• you pulled him to you and kissed him softly but deeply.

• During the kiss, you turned him over so you were on top of him.

• as some soft moans escaped your mouths, you both undressed each other.

• you then broke the kiss and see all the scars along his body.

• Large gashes, bullet wounds, knife marks, scars from stitches, and where his metal arm connected to his shoulder. He had been through pure hell just to save people.

• he always felt insecure about his scars, so he always kept them hidden.

• instead of trying to hide himself away, he just laid there, letting you look. It looked like he trusted you enough to where he felt okay if you saw them.

• you smile and kiss him again, this time a bit deeper.

• you could feel your lower half starting to warm up just from kissing this man.

• and you could feel something of his starting to grow against your leg..

• you broke the kiss to kiss his neck, then down his chest, then kissing each scar he had on his body, showing you loved all of him, imperfections and all.

• hearing his soft whimpers and moans of pleasure was music to your ears.

• "mm...ah.."

• you kiss down his abs, then start to go towards his groin, then you carefully pull his pants down and reveal his cock.

• you remember seeing it on accident once when he was changing, but never like this, and especially not erect and throbbing.

• you noticed how soft the skin felt in your hand, how hot it felt. You knew he wasn't human, so there was not a single hair in sight down there.

• it had a lovely reddish-pink head and a few visible veins, but they didn't pop out.

• and his size and length were pretty good too.

• with how gorgeous he was, it only made sense he had a cock to match.

• let's just say it's a 9/10.

• you saw his reactions were of embarrassment, as he covered his face with his hand.

• "You ok?" "Yeah..it's just...I'm shy..."

• with that, you started to gently rub the shaft.

• he started to breathe heavily and gripped the bedsheet. You could tell it felt good by the look on his face.

• you watched as a bead of precum dripped down his shaft and you gently lick it up, causing him to gasp softly.

• it was an oddly sweet yet slightly bitter taste.

• you decide to keep going and lick up his shaft slowly.

• you could feel his cock throb against your tongue and you could hear him moaning softly and trying not to writhe too much.

• "Y/N...*moan*..."

• you give the head a few kisses then you swirl your tongue around it, licking up any more precum dripping out.

• soon, you slide the head into your mouth and gently suck on it, to get his reaction.

• he gasped softly and he gripped onto the bedsheet harder.

• you slide more of his cock in your mouth, soon getting a good amount of him in your mouth without gagging.

• he starts to moan and as you suck, you feel him start to thrust his hips a tiny bit out of instinct.

• you start to bob your head up and down as you sucked on him.

• he soon put his hands on your head, cautiously trying not to grip, just keeping them there for purchase.

• soon enough, you felt his cock start to twitch and throb more and you heard him speak softly.

• "Y/N, I...I'm...nghh...HAAH..!"

• with that, he came, his cum flowing on your tongue and down your throat.

• you swallowed it all down, and if a few drops escaped, you licked them up because they tasted so good.

• he laid there, panting and trying to catch his breath. He saw as you licked your lips and he saw a bit of white on your tongue, which made his cock twitch and his blush grow.

• before you knew it, Vash had you lying on your back as he slid your panties down and tossed them aside, your cute pussy on full display.

• you had to admit, a part of you felt a bit shy about him looking at you nude. But the rest of you was too much in heat to really care.

• Vash grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up so they were over his shoulders.

• then he dove right in and started to eat you out.

• but this wasn't in the masculine top energy kind of way, it was the 'pussy-drunk submissive femboy' kind of way. (..if that makes any sense)

• your mind started to get a bit hazy from the pure pleasure you were feeling, grabbing his hair to pull him closer to you.

• you could've sworn you heard him moan when you did that.

• this guy was addicted to your taste, like, he couldn't get enough. His eyes almost looked glazed over from how much he was lost in his desire.

• you softly gasped once he started to lick and suck on your clit

• he was relentless on your little bud

• soon enough, you felt your orgasm building up and then you saw stars in the back of your eyelids as you came hard.

• Vash's mouth was soaked with your juices and he drank it all up, licking up any drops he missed.

• now it was time for the main event.

• you had Vash lay back again and you got on top.

• you positioned yourself so your pussy lips would rub against the underside of his shaft as you bucked your hips.

• that's when Vash finally breaks.

• "Y/N, please...I can't wait anymore..please put it in..I want to be inside you so bad..please..I want you...I want to feel you..I want what only you can give me..please..!"

• tears are in the corner of his eyes, he was serious. Poor baby needed you so badly.

• How can you say no to that face?

• As you align his cock to your opening, he's watches with anticipation and amazement.

• and he sees as you slide him in with ease

• the shock of pleasure up his spine makes him turn his head from side to side, trying to handle the pleasure until he finally moans out.

• you couldn't help but moan too once you reached the base of his cock, feeling him reach so deep inside you.

• he puts his hands on your hips to keep you on, and also for him to hold on to something.

• you started to ride him, you started off slow to ease him in and soon, you find a pace that works great for you.

• both you and Vash were losing your sense of reality as the pleasure coursed through the both of you.

• it was like nothing else existed or mattered except the two of you, connected as one.

• it felt way too good..

• you can feel him hit the soft spongy bundle of nerves inside you that intensified the pleasure, causing you to moan more.

• and Vash was loving it.

• he couldn't help but thrust his hips to match your bounces.

• the pleasure was so intense that neither of you could say anything except moans.

• but it wasn't too long until he finally said something.

• "Y/N..! I..I can't..! I..I'm gonna..!"

• you tell him to go ahead and cum, let him fill you up, you needed to feel it

• with that, he cries out and cums inside you.

• each time his cum spurted out into you, your pussy convulsed as you came too, causing you to flinch.

• after a few minutes of the orgasm, you both relaxed and tried to catch your breath.

• you got off of him and laid next to him, not even caring about the mess you both made.

• you'd just pay extra for the cleaning once you left.

• Vash pulled you close to him and snuggled you close, his arms wrapped around you and his cheek resting on your chest.

• you pull up the covers and held him, your hand petting his messy hair.

• as you both basked in the strong afterglow, you hear him say softly, "Y/N..I love you so much..please don't ever leave me.."

• you kiss his forehead and say, "I won't. I promise."

• he smiles and quickly falls asleep, feeling so in love and so safe in your arms.

• you soon fall asleep too, feeling the happiest you've ever felt in your life.

• the next day, it wasn't long until the others found out about you two finally dating.

• the girls were asking so many questions because they knew you and Vash had done it by the looks on both your faces.

• Nick was just relieved that his plan worked. Roberto was just glad to see you so happy.

• later on, Vash had to talk with Nick about something.

• "Hey, um...if I asked Y/N to marry me..would you be able to officiate it..?"

• the smile on Nick's face said it all.

[venusscriptures]

part two of this post!

17+ !! Afab reader, oral (male receiving), creampie

It had been a couple of days since that night, the journey of being on the run taking away the privacy of a room and the time and energy to resume your nightly escapades.

Vash however, couldn’t sleep these nights without remembering how you had woken him up, and how good he felt that he thought that it was a dream, he simply couldn’t fall asleep!

It was affecting his performance, his exhaustion dulling his reflexes and spatial awareness. Meryl had taken notice to his state and eyed him, asking if he was alright. He replied with a sheepish smile and said he was, but if there was one this you knew, was that he lied like a fool getting caught when it came to his health.

After a pit stop in a town, Meryl had decided that they were to stay that night, seeing how the discomfort of the sand and vehicle was getting to them.

Meryl had once again booked the room, but you accompanied her this time, making sure that the rooms were in order. Unfortunately there were only two double rooms left, and you guys took what you could get.

Wolfwood, Meryl and Milly had already gone into their shared rooms and had begun to settle down for the night, but you had said you would take a small stroll outside, just to shake off your nerves.

Vash had watched your figure leave out the front door, just like how you left that night you gave him the sweetest wake up.

Blushing at the memory, he went up into the room, settling into his bed and facing away from Nicholas, who looked at him confused, but he shrugged it off and turned off the light, snoring nearly the moment his head hit the pillow.

After about an hour, Vash had heard the door next to their room open and close, signaling your arrival. He wondered what you had been doing out, and how he could get you to come sleep by his side.

You quietly laid down your gear down, sighing as you rolled your shoulders, grabbing your coat and sitting on the recliner, leaning back and taking off your boots. You had walked around the city, picking up bits and pieces of information about it. It seemed safe enough to stay for an extra night, that’s if Vash doesn’t attract any eyes.

Suddenly feeling parched, you got up to the door to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine you saw earlier downstairs. Opening it, you saw a distressed Vash standing there, his hair array and coat discarded, shocked at your figure before he smiled.

“Ah, did I wake you?”

You shook your head, a small smile as you walked closer to him, a blush slowly forming as you got closer to him, his eyes darting.

“No, I just returned and wanted to drink something, would you like to join me?”

You slid your hand against his waist, caressing it with your thumb. He looked to the side and shuddered, taking in a deep breath and nodding, still not looking at you. He was fidgeting, his ears red. He kind of looked cute this way.

You had booked another room for yourself, a single suddenly popping up after you had returned from your walk. The receptionist had given it to you and apologized for the delay, but you took the room key gratefully and went off to it. It was on the same floor as the others, but about 5-7 doors down.

After you told Vash, he nodded, smiling softly.

“I’m glad you can rest well now, [F/N]”

You raised your brows, smiling.

“Yet you’re not sleeping at all these days, shouldn’t you worry about yourself?”

“Ah…” He smiled sheepishly, scratching his nape in shame. He certainly couldn’t tell you the reason was because each time he closed his eyes, he had replayed you licking so gently at him.

“I’ll be okay, it’s not that bad-”

You cut him off, shaking your head and taking his arm, dragging him into your room, shutting the door and locking it behind you.

You turned around and pointed to the bed.

“Sleep. Rest, I’ll keep watch over you if you’re worried about unwanted ambushes.”

He shook his head, panic flashed across his face and a slight pang from the pits of his stomach spread all over his body, the familiar sweet scent hitting your nose.

“Oh, oh no I couldn’t, it’s your bed I don’t want to keep you up, I-Oh!”

You pulled him towards the bed, your eyes interlocked with his as you pushed him down, laying him back onto the mattress.

He gasped and brought his thighs together, gazing at you with a pleading look in his eyes, his eyebrows turned up. He felt himself throb between his legs, the sickly sweetness growing stronger than last time, making you heavy with lust.

“Vash..I want to continue what we did last time..I can’t bring myself to hold back..”

You pressed your lips against his, cupping his face in your hands and leaning over him, moving so that you straddled his hips, sighing into the kiss.

He gasped, grabbing at your pants and whimpering as he kissed back, opening his mouth for you while deepening the kiss, his moans escaping each time you slightly parted your lips.

You pulled back from it, amused as he chased the kiss. You pushed his chest back down and took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You slid down to in between his thighs, fondling them as he stared at your boobs, looking away shamefully before returning his eyes, biting his lip.

“Vash…I want to eat you out again..will you let me?” You whispered gently to him, your hands moving up to his sides, your hands caressing him all over.

He whined and nodded, arching his back slightly and moving his hips up so that you could slip off his pants. Having taken them off, your reaction was still the same as before. He was absolutely beautiful down here, and you could stare at it all day.

“I….thank..you..”

You looked up at him confused, and saw the blush on his face as his face was turned away from you. You had accidentally spoken your thoughts out to him.

Smiling, you leaned down to between his legs, sliding him down to in front of your face.

“Well, let me show you just how beautiful you are to me.”

You pressed a kiss on his slit, his mouth letting slip a gasp. You licked your lips and began to lick at him, closing your eyes and getting completely lost in his flavor, in his scent, in him.

He had lost count how many time he had came, his dicks long had emerged yet you let them curl around your fingers while you slurped at the vent they came from, the dual stimulation making him feel like he was high in the sky, as though he was amongst the birds in the clouds.

A particularly hard tug on your hair had you look up at him with lidded eyes, your mouth still working away at him.

He looked down at you, tears flowing down from his eyes as he sniffled, his body tensing up as he came again, a warbled moan coming out of his mouth.

You slurped up his fluids and crawled up to him, your mouth and chin dripping with his arousal. He whimpered, seeing you so delirious and messy because of him had made him more aroused. It was his scent that was coming from you, him that had you so excited, him that was under you, trembling in anticipation.

You licked off the slick around your mouth, kissing him deeply as you shifted back on top of his hips, taking off your pants and underwear, the appendages reaching up towards your warmth.

You sat above their reach, his hands holding onto your hips as his had twitched, wanting to plunge deeply into you.

You pulled away from the kiss and sat up, sliding back down to directly align yourself with him, looking at him as he watched his dicks reach up towards your hole, your wetness making it easy for them to slide around.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Vash?” You said with a sultry tone in your voice, taking his hands and raising them to fondle your breasts.

He groaned, his focus now on your tits, groping them and kneading them, obsessed with how soft and warm they felt in his hands.

“Please..I’ve been dreaming about you so much i couldn’t even sleep…I’d be so happy, I could die happy-Oh fuck”

You sunk down on him, his dicks twitching and squirming against your velvety walls, the warmth driving him insane, his moans and whimpers now silent as his lidded eyes stared up at the ceiling, his body appearing to be calm. However, inside you, he was going completely crazy, the dicks practically thrusting themselves in and out of you, the pulsing mimicking his heartbeat.

You proceeded to slide all the way down, laying down on his chest as you watched his face, amused by his reactions.

He gasped and left indents in your thighs as he gripped them tightly, finally breaking the silence and letting out a loud broken moan.

Not wanting to attract attention, you silenced him with a kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out chopped moans, feeling you slide up and down his dicks. They were twirling around each other inside you, growing thicker as your hips oscillated on top of his, making you feel fuller by the second.

He whined into your lips and held the back of your head, kissing you deeper and pushing his hips up, the other arm wrapping around your waist as he started to thrust into you hurriedly, the pleasure making him impatient and unable to hold back anymore. He broke off the kiss and tucked his face in the crook of your neck, pairing each lewd gasp with a moan, his noises growing more frequent as he went faster.

His thrusts stuttered, then a final one harshly pressed into you, his dicks spasming as he came deep inside you, letting out a drawn out wail as you clenched down on him, his orgasm triggering yours suddenly. He held you tighter against him, a high pitched sob shaking him as your pussy gripped him tightly, his vision going white.

He awoke to the warm morning sun beaming down onto his face, greeting him like an old familiar friend. Feeling well-rested for the first time in a while, he grew aware to the warm mass laying on top of him, and his lack of clothing.

Remembering the events of the night before, he blushed, but kept watching your sleeping figure, your breathing calm and steady. It nearly lulled him back to sleep, but he kept watching your peaceful beauty, adoring how beautiful your skin looked in the morning sun. It looked as though your skin was glowing.

You started to shift, snuggling into him as the suns rays hit your eyes, waking you from your rest. Opening your eyes, you rubbed them and hid your face into his chest, making him lightly chuckle.

“Mornin’.”

You raised your head and smiled, pressing a small kiss on his lips.

“Mornin’ pretty.”

He could get used to this.

[bugtastic]

Please spill the modern au thoughts, I'm hungry for any takes of the characters in a happier setting

i had to edit this cuz i accidentally posted this without a check up first- anyways-

vash is my first victim. >:)

tags: fluff, a little bit of angst on vash's side, gn!reader.

warnings: none i think!

modern!vash, who is unemployed due to his reputation as the "humanoid typhoon". he causes disaster at every job he worked at. broken machines, gadgets, you name it. he was cursed out by his bosses many times. almost the whole city knows about him at this point.

"All you do is bring bad luck everywhere you go!"

modern!vash, who spends his time at your shared home, waiting for you to come home like a pet waiting for its owner.

modern!vash, who feels guilty that he can't lighten the stress off your shoulder. you have been working overtime again, just so you're able to afford a place for you and him.

modern!vash, who feels guilty that he can't lighten the stress off your shoulder. you have been working overtime just to pay the bills and to keep the small apartment you've both been living in. you're struggling and he can see that. he sees it every night when you go to bed and he feels you fall asleep in his arms.

modern!vash, who cleans the house and cooks for you both because of said guilt. you told him many times that it's okay, he doesn't need to clean the whole apartment just for your sake. he is stubborn, let me tell you. he will become the ideal malewife.

modern!vash that decorates the place to feel like home. trinkets he collects from his walks with Meryl and Wolfwood end up somewhere on a shelf. you swear that every day you come back home from work you see a new pebble in the plant vase you gifted vash before you started dating.

modern!vash, who texts the group chat with his friends, asking if anyone has free time for a short walk.

modern!vash, who looks at Wolfwood and Meryl as they bicker once again. Wolfwood pokes Meryl on purpose and he laughs silently to himself. The only thing missing is you. The four of you would be out hanging together. He misses holding your hand when he goes outside. But you're not here because of him.

modern!vash, who cries in your arms when you comfort him. you say you're more than happy to work overtime for both of your sake until he finds a stable job. he can't help but clutch the fabric of your shirt tighter, thinking 'I don't deserve you' and 'How selfish of me'. But now that he has you, you can't help but keep you to himself.

"How selfish of me. But I love you too much to let you go, my Mayfly"

modern!vash, who refuses every job offer his brother gave him. he doesn't associate with him anymore, not after what he did to you and his friends after rem's death. he will accept any other offer, but not Nai's.

modern!vash, who looks at the clock, hearing every tick the clock makes. you were already supposed to be home. it's past 9pm. where are you? did you get in trouble?

modern!vash, who worries and runs to the door, putting his shoes on as he speed dials your number on his phone.

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You huff as you carry 2 heavy bags. After work, you went shopping for some supplies to make dinner. Vash has been cooking dinner every single day and the moment you protest and want to cook him, he hushes you and kisses you with a giddy smile on his face. You noticed when he gives small pecks on your lips, he giggles softly to himself.

Ah, if you only saw that smile turn into a small pout the moment you leave for work.

You swore that if he gives you those puppy eyes again, you will fight your inner self and be stubborn. You wanted to make him dinner too after all the hard work he's doing around the apartment. Cleaning and cooking, you're sure it must be tiring at some point for him.

After walking up many stairs you arrive at your door. You put the bags down as you reach for the keys to the apartment in your jacket. As you were about to put the key in its hole, the door suddenly flew open.

Vash stared at you in shock. His phone was to his ear and barely dressed to go outside. Wearing a gray tank top and black shorts are not ideal for going outside at night.

"Vash, what are you doing?" you asked. The blond registers your appearance, the shock fading away and for pure joy to replace it.

"YOU'RE BACK!!!" he picks you up in his arms and hugs you tightly. You yelp as you feel the air in your lungs slowly running out from his death squeeze.

"Where have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour- mmmmf-!" You press your lips to Vash's, successfully shutting him up.

"Stop worrying, I was out shopping. Now put me down, I need to cook dinner." You pat your hand on his shoulder signaling him to put you down. He slowly starts putting you down purposefully, he wants you in his arms juuuust a little longer. You sigh and wrap your arms around him. He feels your arms slowly envelop him. His heart might have just skipped a beat no biggie hahah. "I missed you too Sunshine." you say as you finally feel your feet touch the ground. You look up at Yash and you can tell he's not on earth right now. He's in a daze with a goofy smile on his face. You couldn't help but mess his hair up a bit, ruffling his fluffy blond locks.

He snaps back, finally registering what you said before. "Wait, dinner? But I'm supposed to make you food!" He exclaimed as you took the grocery bags and ran into the apartment before Vash to stop you.

"I'M MAKING DINNER AT THAT'S FINAL VASH! YOU CAN'T STOP ME FROM SPOILING YOU!" you yell down the hallway as you make your way down to the kitchen. Vash dramatically gasps and slams the apartment door shut.

"You have been working all week! You should rest Mayfly, overworking yourself just to make me happy... I don't deserve-" He gasps lightly as you pull him down by the collar of his gray tank top and kissing him. You were going to make the kiss short just to stop him from degrading himself.

That didn't up happening.

Vash hurriedly cupped your face with his hands and desperately pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

He's been waiting all week for you to come home and kiss him properly after all.

You are the first one to break the kiss and take deep breaths. Vash was silently looking at you, just staring at you. His eyes softened as he leaned in for more, only for you to stop him by putting your hand over his mouth.

"This won't stop me from cooking, Vash." You scold him. Truthfully, that wasn't his plan to begin with but he'll use it as an excuse for now to hide his neediness. He laughs a bit, his face painted red.

"Can we cook together at least? Please? Preeeetty pleaseee Maaayfly?" He's giving you those puppy eyes again. You huff. You can't fight against that.

"Fine, let me do the main part at least." you say with a sigh. You can practically see the nonexistent tail wag behind your boyfriend.

"Okay! I'm happy with anything, really, as long as you're with me." Vash picks you up again and sets you on the counter. He goes through the grocery bag to see what you've gotten. His eyes shine brightly as he sees fresh doughnuts you've bought for him. After a while, you two end up talking about your day. He talks about how Wolfwood and Meryl fought as usual as you laugh with him. You can't help but stare Vash as he's talking. His energetic movements when he talks about the simplest things, his bright blue eyes, his smile. You can't get enough of that bright, gorgeous smile.

You think to yourself...

If you were to choose who you could spend your life with, you'd choose Vash Saverem in every universe. No matter who he is.

[whirlwindimagines]

So, I have an suggestion for both Vash and Wolfwood, if you take requests (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

Every night, Vash/Wolfwood had dreams, dreams of which he talks to a gorgeous s/o and falls in love with them (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

S/o loves them back so they gave him a gift as a sigh of their love for him ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

(You choose which gift is for who, I'm stuck ( ╹▽╹ ))

•A ring with the words "♡forever love♡" engraved on it. Can be worn as an earring, a necklace, or a normal ring. 💍

•A hair clip with a flower on it, can be worn as a normal hair clip, or a pin on his clothes. 🌼

Meryl, Roberto, and (Wolfwood/Vash) ask about the gift, wondering who gave that to him. And (Vash/Wolfwood) blushes before telling them. (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

Unknown to them all, S/o is watching a Trigun episode and saw the said scene. They see the man of/in their dreams with their gift and are blushing. (⊙.☉ )!?

[I was inspired by the isekai trop, the 'once upon a dream' song, and the soulmate Au.]

Thank you for the request! 💙 I hope you don’t mind I did headcanons for this since I thought it would be a little easier for me. Because I know myself and it would be way too long. Also apologies, this isn’t a trope I read a lot so I wasn’t too sure how to write this? Also apologies, this isn’t a trope I read a lot so I wasn’t too sure how to write this? I also unfortunately wrote this very sleep deprived so i have no idea how well this makes sense.

Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood (separate) headcanons for meeting their s/o in a dream

Vash:

So you probably have never even seen Trigun before, but you’ve had these dreams of meeting Vash for a while. Honestly best dreams ever! You feel so safe and warm, and while you wake up sad missing him it still leaves such a warm feeling. 

Falling in love was easy, way too easy with him. Talking to him, getting to know him. It’s the highlight of your day, to fall asleep and be with him. (But like me) 

You are aware that soulmates are a thing, and some people have them. So you starting to think maybe this is it! Vash is so otherworldly you don’t even know if he is truly real, but you want him to be.

You two have so much fun together, talk about everything! Vash feels like he can tell you anything, and the feelings are mutual.

He’s so in love with you and it’s so obvious. Is afraid to tell you, because how would you even meet? Makes him sad if he thinks about it too long :( 

It’s on a whim you try to give him something, after so many nights of meeting you both are able to figure this isn’t so much like a traditional dream it’s simply too real for that. 

Vash gives you a necklace, it has a nice green/blue stone on it the color of his metal arm lol, and when you wake up with it still on you cry so much. You want to return the favor, so you search for something similar to match the necklace Vash gave you. You find a ring of a similar shade of green, it's perfect and you put it on a simple silver chain. 

Nighttime can't come any sooner, when you finally are able to fall asleep you are as always greeted by Vash’s soft smile. You tell him about the exciting discovery and give him the gift, he's so happy. 

Now imagine your surprise, the next day when your friend forces you to sit down and watch a show. And the man of your dreams literally shows up, with a very familiar necklace. You're pretty sure you blacked out, God you were screwed.  

Wolfwood: 

Lol Denial, You know of Trigun and Wolfwood so you just think you're having some very odd but vivid dreams. Whatever, it's kinda fun you think, he's in denial too. The two of you just hang out a lot and talk about life and everything in between.

The dreams just seem so real, but you think it's weird that you're dreaming so much about it, so you begin to really look into it. You learn about soulmates and you start to wonder what kinda sick joke is this?

But you can’t stay away for long, you try not to think about it too much as you, just enjoy the time you spend in your dreams with Wolfwood. He's an interesting guy, and you can see him letting his walls down around you. He finds it easy to let you in, and you find yourself just wanting to tell him everything about yourself.

You want to begin testing the limits of this dreamscape, you start by trying to fall asleep with something in your hands to see if it transfers over. It does! You suggest exchanging gifts, Wolfwood is still skeptical but you give him puppy dog eyes and he caves.

He will literally do anything for you if you ask, he's soft. You search for something perfect for him, and find it in some nice cufflinks! You think they’ll look nice with his suit :)

He's so awkward, and loves them but doesnt know how to emote properly. He gives you a flower brooch (Okay it took me way to long to think of the word i'm so dumb) he’s blushing the WHOLE time. 

Now imagine your big ole surprise the next time your watching Trigun and yuo notice them on Wolfwood, your so confused and your heart is racing lol

[miamochi-writes]

Heyo I saw your wolfwood writing

Wolfwood simp full time job here ✋

Can u do a reassuring wolfwood like the raeder is having a real panic attack,because they meet their old friends,toxic ones and started making fun of them and when they cried they bullied her more calling "crybaby" "u were always a crybaby, y/n"

"Hey,if u wanna change why don't u get eaten by a sand worm? Ahahhahahha"

And wolfwood stepped in,he manages to making them fo away but when he turns to ask at their s/o if they were okay they started gasping,clenching their chest

Sure thing! Although I feel like most of my Wolfwood content is going to have trigger warnings. Hope you like it!

Fake Friends Real Love

Trigger warning! Mentions of panic attacks and verbal abuse

You joined the group that consisted of Meryl, Roberto, Vash, and Wolfwood for some time now. You enjoyed traveling even despite being chased after police and some malicious people. Despite it, you loved every minute of it, especially if it meant spending time with a certain unorthodox priest. Wolfwood was the coolest guy you ever bumped into. He was strong physically and mentally, and despite how much of a tease he was, you've grown fond of him. You aspired to be as strong as him one day. Eventually, you and Wolfwood managed to start dating each other after spending time with him for so long. You could say you fell head over heels with his charm, while he saw you as the most precious person to call you his.

During your travels, you sent letters to your old friends back home. You wrote in detail the people you've faced, the cities you've visited, and the creatures you've encountered. At times, you would grow homesick, but luckily the gang was traveling to a city where your hometown happened to be on the way there. You begged Meryl to stop the car so you could visit your town for a day and she eventually gave in.

"Okay, but only for a day okay? Afterwards we need to get a move on," Meryl reminded you.

"Got it! You won't regret it Meryl!" you replied as you flashed her a grin. Before you could run off, someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"Hey! What gives?" you asked as your eyes landed on Wolfwood.

"Where do you think you're running off to?" he asked as he blew his cigarette smoke away from you.

"I'm going to see some of my old friends for a bit and I'll be back before dinner. Not like I'm going to get myself in a fight. Now can you let go?" you asked with a pout.

"Don't be reckless y/n, and make sure you're back before then," Wolfwood added as he lowered his shades so you could see that handsome gaze of his. You turned away so you could hide your blush from him.

"Got it Nico," you answered back knowing how calling him by that name made him feel. Wolfwood gave you a peck on the cheek before letting you go as you ran off and waved at the gang.

You told your friends you would be in town soon and to meet up at the usual hangout that was close to a diner. You ran until you saw three familiar faces huddled up together. You called out to them with a smile on your face as they looked back.

"Hi guys! It's been awhile!" you managed to speak while catching your breath.

"Well I'll be, if it isn't y/n in the flesh," your friend Nikki said as she lifted her hat up to get a good look at you.

"Guess it's good that Ryan got that letter of yours the other day," Tessa chimed in as Ryan waved the letter up.

"Of course! I had to send it out early just in case. Plus I wasn't sure if you got my previous letters since you don't reply you know?" you explained.

"Oh we got them, we just had things come up," Ryan said as he pulled out a stack of the letter you previously sent out.

"So, I guess your latest letter was true, but you know I find it hard to believe that little ol' y/n, is traveling with a rag tag group of people and 'kicking butt'," Nikki piped in as your brows furrowed.

"What do you mean? Of course it's true. How do you think I got back here in town?" you reasoned as Tessa walked up to you.

"Oh really? Because last time I remembered was you being a little crybaby for the smallest things. Remember how you couldn't even ride a Thomas and you cried when it kicked you off?" Nikki butted in as Tessa giggled.

"That was a long time ago, that's not me anymore," you argued. Tessa then got close to your face and spoke again.

"Or how you couldn't stand the sight of worms? So imagine us reading a letter where a sand worm ate your group. You must have been crying up a storm," Tessa brought up as she laughed.

"It did happen, but Wolfwood saved us!" you replied as you felt your hands shaking and your breathing rising gradually.

"Oh don't get me started on Wolfwood," Nikki giggled.

"Oh Wolfwood was so cool when he brought out his gun to save us all. He's so strong and mysterious, you wouldn't believe it. When I was trapped, he rescued me and made sure I was okay. How did I get lucky to have him as my boyfriend?" Ryan said in a mocking voice where he tried to mimic you in a falsetto while the girls laughed.

"Stop it! That's not funny! And it's true!" you raised your voice trying not let your voice crack but failed miserably while clenching your chest.

"If you did travel with this so called great group of yours, Wolfwood should have known how much you cry and let you get eaten by that sandworm and do all of us a huge favor. Also in what world would you have a boyfriend who puts up with your whiny self," Ryan commented as he continued to laugh at you.

"I thought you guys were my friends," you muttered as you felt your head spinning with how the three of them were causally throwing insults left and right at you.

"Oh what are you going to do? Cry about it you crybaby?" Nikki asked mid laugh as you looked down to hide your flushed face, but you noticed the ground was starting to distort. You felt nauseous the more they laughed. You tried to take a step back to regain your balance and lean against a wall.

"Look guys, I think y/n is about to cry. What a loser," Tessa pointed out as the others giggled.

"Just like old times. Once a crybaby, always a crybaby," Nikki added as you felt your lips quivering and the nausea get worse. You tried to leave, but Tessa and Nikki surrounded you and pinned your arms to the wall.

"Where's your boyfriend Wolfwood now y/n?" Ryan asked as he got closer to your face while you struggled to free yourself from their grasp.

"Guys, this isn't funny anymore. I can't breathe," you mentioned as you felt yourself starting to hyperventilate.

"Oh please, this is nothing y/n. Grow up," Tessa spat.

"You know what I think girls? I think Wolfwood knows just how much of a loser and waste of space y/n is. He probably pities you, that's the only reason I can get behind on why he would go out with someone like you," Ryan followed up with his words stinging like venom with each syllable. You desperately tried to say something but you felt a full on panic attack as their words filled your mind. Your tears were overflowing, you felt your heart palpitate, and shortness of breath as you hyperventilated.

"Look at you, pathetic. If only Wolfwood could see how much of a mess you are," Nikki commented laughing at you.

"AHEM"

Your eyes widened at the sound as your so called friends turned towards the sound of that noise.

"No wonder y/n was gone long, it's because you pieces of shits are hogging 'em," Wolfwood commented.

"Wait, you're real?" Nikki asked.

"Realer than all three of you combined. The name is Wolfwood, don't wear it out," he replied as he cracked his neck.

"So you mean to tell us not only are you real, but you're actually dating this person here?" Ryan pointed out.

"Yeah and if you don't fucking let Y/n go, I'm going to make all of you regret being born and laying a finger on 'em," he threatened as he put his weapon down, causing the ground to shake. The three friends stumbled back and let go of you as Wolfwood took one step towards you.

"Did y/n mention that this thing here isn't an ordinary cross?" Wolfwood asked with a shit eating smirk as the three of them trembled.

"Shit, we messed with the wrong person. Let's run while we can guys," Nikki suggested as they all high tailed their way out of the scene. You felt yourself stumble towards the ground, but Wolfwood grabbed you before you could land. He got you to stand up and put both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, look at me Y/n. I'm right here. They're gone now," he reassured but you couldn't focus with your panic attack.

"Shit, okay, follow me y/n. Take a deep breathe in. Breathe in," Wolfwood instructed as he inhaled deeply and you followed him. After 5 seconds passed, he exhaled and you followed through. He did it again and you listened to his instructions.

"Okay, what five things do you see y/n?" he asked you.

"I see you, your glasses, your cross, your box of cigarettes, and the ground," you told him.

"What four things can you touch?" he asked again.

"You, my outfit, the wall, and my hair," you replied.

"Good, you're doing great," Wolfwood said as he continued asking 3 more questions until you've calmed down.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I thought they were my friends," you apologized. Wolfwood sighed and rubbed your back before speaking.

"You have nothing to apologize for. From what it look like they're shit friends. But you don't need them. You got Vash, Meryl, Roberto, and me," he answered as you flashed a small smile at him.

"Thanks Nico, I appreciate that," you said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Next time I tag along with you. That's the last time I see someone try to hurt you or make you cry. And for the record, I would save you from that sand worm a 100 times if it meant being with you," Wolfwood commented as he kissed your head and then your lips.

"Now come on, everyone is waiting for us," he added as he took your hand in his right hand while he carried his gun with his left hand. You stayed close to his side. He made sure no one dared to get close to you while he walked you back to the group. Despite how the day started off for you, Wolfwood was there to salvage whatever was left of it. Wherever you went, you knew he would be there for you and that's all you needed.

[pancake-breakfast]

I've been chomping at the bit to get through the last few chapters of this volume, and finally, it is time!

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 8, Chapter 5 + Wolfwood Spinoff below.

Chapter 5: Parting Ways

Noooooo, who's parting wayyyys?? Everyone's finally set up to reunite!

LOL, the Punisher looks like it's taken some... punishment... in its fall from the ship.

They're looking for them! That's right, keep looking, guys!

OMG THEM <3 <3 <3 Protect him, Vash! Gods, he's soooo worried.

TBH, I think Vash is right to be shocked. I'd probably be shocked if I didn't Know Things. Gods, I don't wanna Know Things.

Aaand there's the vials! Drink 'er up!

STAMPEDE SPOILERS: I do think Stampede made the right choice in introducing those sooner rather than later. It doesn't destroy the tension around Wolfwood, because he's still Wolfwood and... well... yeah. Hard to get life-saving meds when you're not on great terms with the people who gave you the meds (and tend to go through it like it's candy).

And now he's providing some insight on Eye of Michael for Vash. And us. Good good good.

AND FOR ONCE NIGHTOW ACTUALLY USED THE BLACK BACKGROUND FOR FLASHBACKS. Gods, I wish he did this more often.

Awww, baby Wolfwood!

Also young Chapel, I guess, but I don't care about him NEARLY as much.

I mean, that's one way to train someone, I guess....

Ugh, poor kid. No one should have to go through this. He looks terrified, and probably rightly so.

Ah, there's the bit about his age not being what it appears to be.

He looks... I don't want to say "mournful" over what he's lost. More like he's already mourned it and accepted it as gone forever, and now there's just kind of a gaping hole in his heart where it used to be.

But there were more kids that ended up like him, most notably Livio, who Chapel seems to have recruited specifically as a "fuck you" to Wolfwood.

LOL, this is so them.

Vash in a blanket. Vash in a blanket!!! SOMEONE MADE HIM COZY!!! A:LGJA:OSDJ:FAJS:LDJ He needs to be cozy more often. He even has cozy slippers!

That's RIGHT, Knives! Stop trying to merge your being with your sisters! They'll win in the long run, 'cause they're used to being a hive mind.

Awww, Wolfwood's got a blanket, too. <3 Blankets for everyone.

The migration makes sense. Even in a world where communication isn't instantaneous, news spreads.

Yeah, Knives going after the envoy ships might not be so great.

Eyyy, it's our friend the gunsmith!

"Tumbleweed." That's a very apt name for Vash, all things considered.

Vash is sooooo happy to see him.

This guy. He's like, "My death got ruined by some jerk giving me a reason to live."

Ever-hopeful, ever-determined Meryl. <3

Marlon probably doesn't know it, but he's providing Vash with more than just a weapon here. Given how poorly their last meeting went, Vash probably expects Meryl to hate and fear him, but by telling him this story, Marlon lets Vash know Meryl still has hope in him. Enough hope to want him to be protected.

OMG, he's gonna repair the Punisher. He calls repairing the Punisher child's play. Who is this man?!

Vash, still looking tired and wan, but also looking hopeful again.

(Also, I love his floofy hair throughout this whole chapter. You can really see where Stampede took their inspiration.)

Geez, is Knives even absorbing dead Plants? This is not good. For him, I mean. It might actually work out ok for other people.

Is... is Knives trying to kill himself? Or just part of himself? The part of himself that feels sympathy for Vash despite the destruction of all the Plants? Does he even realize how many of these Plants would probably still be alive if it weren't for him "rescuing" them??

Epic Wolfwood spread! Looks like Marlon got the Punisher back in tip-top shape. (Hats off to @trigun-manga-overhaul for all their work stitching together pages like this.)

Noooooo, don't leave, Wolfwood! Vash needs you around! Have you learned nothing?? *SIGH* This means they're not gonna be getting the band back together, doesn't it.

Wolfwood Spinoff: Freed Bird

I'm glad he's free... but... I don't want him off on his own.

Ahhhh! I'd heard he whittled things but wasn't sure if it was true!

For reference, the ガタ ガタ (gata gata) sound on the right-hand panels is the sound of Wolfwood's knife, and the キ キ イイイ (ki ki-iii) sounds on the left-hand panel are bird cries.

Yeah, flying does a number on one's metabolism. There's a reason birds are poop machines. As anyone who's ever owned a bird knows.

LOL, this driver's like, "I'm glad you're an artist, but I need to get paid in cash."

I wonder where Angelina is....

Wolfwood's already making friends, I see.

Is Wolfwood blushing as he watches her?

Ah, trading women as products is common enough that she doesn't even flinch at the suggestion.

This is a shitty situation, since chances are he gets the Plant in the marriage anyway. Either way, she loses.

I'm beginning to think Wolfwood's not the "freed bird" referred to in the title.

*cue MAPPA flying bird reflected in a close-up of an eyeball scene*

Oh, no. Wolfwood has a soft spot for orphans.

Ah, seems like she's made her choice. Not because it's the choice she particularly wants to make, but because it's the only choice she knows how to make.

Haaaahahahahahaha, she thinks he got to choose his own path. He carved his road to his own path in literal bodies and blood.

I dunno, man. Different strokes for different folks. Something something "give me the freedom of the starving wolves." We all make sacrifices, and we have different opinions on what we're willing to sacrifice. I'm sure Wolfwood would prefer a life of not wandering around, wondering where his next bed and meal will come from, but he should know he chafes under collars and leashes.

You can't believe she doesn't remember you? When did she last see you??

Hahahahaha, he's so determined. He looks angry, but apparently the baby enjoys mad-dogging him back.

Yeah, she's not exactly walking here. She's not gonna remember you from that, Wolfwood!

LOL, eat the bird.

Oh, so this orphanage also adopts their kids out to actual families? Who knew? I thought they were all just Eye of Michael fodder.

Aww, toddler version of Maylene doesn't want to leave big brother Nico.

Now I'm thinking he was blushing at her not because of any attraction, but more out of pride at how much she's grown.

Oh, great. Who's this clown??

Ugh, it's the loan shark. He looks skeevy.

Uhhhh, what happened to Wolfwood? Who's this chick?

Oh, it's Maylene. She looks ready for a fight. Why was she chillin' in a dark room like that?

This panel, tho.

Why'd they beat him up?

Oh, they think he convinced her to refuse the offer? Man, this loan shark guy is dumb. I got the distinct impression she's never liked him. But of course it couldn't be because of anything he's done. It MUST be someone else's fault she's rejecting him.

Duuuuude. This guy assumes Wolfwood somehow seduced her, and he's ready and willing to kill both Wolfwood and Maylene if he did. Seems like GREAT husband material.

LOL, Wolfwood doesn't even justify his dumb-ass question with a reasonable response. You can just tell Wolfwood's head is full of murder-thoughts here.

Ah, now she's blaming him for the situation, too. Vash really has rubbed off on Wolfwood.

It's hard to tell, but I think Wolfwood is protecting her from the gunfire by keeping them both behind the Punisher.

This guy. He's got himself a tank to take out someone he thinks might be getting laid more than he is?

Wolfwood. Buddy. How dare you tell her she should have just married this guy.

Look, she'd rather die than go into a gilded cage! That's how it is sometimes! A cage is still a cage! And her purported husband-to-be is absolute filth!

Oh, good. Wolfy's coming around. At the very least, he wants to defend Maylene, and he recognizes this guy is trash. Just take a few more steps in the right direction, friend.

I get he was trying to keep her from the kind of hard life he's lived, but he's just the bird envying the person on the ground. He doesn't get that there are difficulties on both sides and you kinda have to pick your poison... if you're lucky enough to even have the choice.

He is still proud of her, despite his harsh words and narrow vision.

She may or may not recognize him, but she is aware of the impact he had on her young life.

Author Bonus Chapter

I wanna... just soak in water for a bit....

LOL, always a good plan to run away for a bit of one gets stuck being at home.

What's 1/F?

Wolfwood sure does spend a lot of time covered in blood. WHO'S FAULT IS THAT, NIGHTOW?!?!

"Silly manga" my foot... Tell that to my therapist. (Just kidding; Trigun Book Club is my therapist for this stuff. Sorry, folks!)

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack

[wytchsbrew]

The first five months of Vash's pregnancy were a breeze.

Wolfwood spent the entire time thanking his lucky stars that his partner was having a wonderful time; he's glowing, he's happy, he's gaining weight, he finally had a little bump that he could touch, and everywhere they go, Vash was the first to happily tell everyone he was expecting their first child.

Wolfwood is in Heaven.

Then, month six hits, and something happens.

His bump becomes more prominent, he's feeling heavier, his hormones start going haywire, and Wolfwood sits at the forefront of the battlegrounds of his husband's war.

Vash's back hurts. Vash cries at the drop of a hat. Vash sometimes get grumpy and snappy in situations that never bothered him before. He felt uncomfortable, and didn't want Wolfwood to feel him up the way he'd been doing for quite a long time, and he was not interested in sex or anything of the like.

Of course, Wolfwood willingly did what he asked and gave him space, staying away from him when he didn't want Wolfwood all up on him, which was incredibly hard because month six looked so fucking good on Vash.

Never had another soul in the universe looked as breathtaking and attractive as his pregnant partner. His dark hair had grown longer, hanging over his forehead so he had to tuck it behind his ear, or pull it into a ponytail when he worked on something. A noticeable baby bump stretched the comfortable sweaters he chose to wear at all times during this slightly cooler season, housing Wolfwood's child. The glow of pregnancy visible to all who looked at him. The golden ring glinting on his left finger.

Basically, Wolfwood felt forced to watch his dream walk around, and never mention the insane things it did to him. It took everything in Wolfwood to not touch him, but, even moreso, it took everything in him to not beg him to simply feel better. He despised seeing him so miserable, and he wanted to remind him that everything is okay. They have everything they need, a beautiful home, each other, they are no longer fighting to survive, but...

A couple days prior, Wolfwood had caught wind of Vash's conversation with their neighbor as he took out the trash. He hadn't caught the first part of the conversation, but he heard Vash's soft voice as he eavesdropped.

"I feel unappreciated. I feel ugly. I feel miserable."

And that had caught Wolfwood so off guard, because... he thought he'd been a great husband thus far! He thought he'd done everything that was necessary of him. He'd run off right after that, radioing his friends in a panic.

That was how he ended up sitting at what equated to an interrogation room, surrounded by all the women in his life staring at him with near glowing, animalistic eyes, as he told them these exact thoughts.

And he wanted the ground to open up beneath him and eat him whole.

Because he'd had the audacity to ask, "Should I just... should I tell him everything is okay???"

"If you tell him that, I will break your face," Meryl said.

"You know I did not raise you that way, Nicholas," Melanie shook her head, looking so disappointed.

"You have no idea what his hormones are doing right now," Milly pointed out, popping a piece of bread into her mouth.

So, the consensus was, yes, he sucked as a husband, and a future father, and perhaps he should go back on the run rather than settle down in his home.

Lowering his head in shame, he whispered, "Okay, but what should I do? I want him to know he's loved, I don't want him to be miserable, I-" He clunked his head against the tabletop, wrapping his forearms around his face, a sadness he'd never experienced filling him until it overflowed all over the entire room.

This next part would be easier to say if the girls weren't staring him down.

"I just want Vash to know how much this means to me, how much he means to me," he whispered, staring at Melanie's tabletop. "I never thought I'd have this. I thought I'd die before I got to have a baby, or a husband, or anything, and... I get so overwhelmed with love when I just look at Vash, I don't know what to do-"

Arms immediately came curling around his body, pulling him close and hugging him tight. He recognized all of their touches. Milly's, strong on his body. Melanie's hands on the top of his head. Meryl, sitting on one of his legs and laying his forehead against his temple.

Slowly, he lifted his head from the table, and peered around at the women he loved so much.

"What do you think I should do?" he whispered. "I don't wanna fuck this up. I can't lose Vash. I can't lose my daughter."

The girls, then, all glanced at each other, mulled it over, and all of them, himself included, grabbed a piece of bread from the middle of the table, and ate in silence.

"Perhaps," Milly finally spoke up, "you should give Vash an entire, romantic day. Do all his favorite things. Make him feel so loved."

"Perfect!" Meryl snapped her fingers. "Yes! Then, when he's feeling good and happy, you can broach the subject of why he's been upset. Maybe it's something you can talk about with him!"

So, Wolfwood went home feeling a little more confused than before, but pointed in a direction. The girls were right, he had no idea what it's like to be pregnant, what Vash is going through emotionally.

Wolfwood knew one thing:

He wanted his pregnant husband to feel as perfect as Wolfwood thought he was, wanted him to feel appreciated, wanted him to feel loved. He set about his plan when Vash went out for the day with the girls - also part of his plan, of course.

He set forth everything. He cleaned the house. He went into town and bought Vash a brand new, big, fluffy cardigan, and sprayed it with Wolfwood's cologne - Vash's favorite smell. He picked up Vash's favorite local doughnuts. On the way home, he picked some random No Man's Land plants and flowers, and created a really strange bouquet.

He bought a big sign for their baby's nursery, too, and the store wood burned their baby's name into the pink sign: Livi Saverem Wolfwood. He hung it above the beautiful, brand new pink bassinet Melanie slipped to him before he'd left her house. Vash hadn't seen it yet.

He lit candles along the entryway, leading into the dining room, where Wolfwood cooked Vash's favorite meal, set it out on plates at their table, lit more candles, placed the flowers in the middle of the table.

And stepped toward the front door just as Vash was arriving back home.

Vash looked surprised to see him as he opened the door, looking beautiful in a big sweater that showed off his baby bump, and tight jeans that showed off the expanse of hips and ass that had grown during the pregnancy. His bright eyes glanced down at the cardigan in Wolfwood's hand, and then at the candles at their feet.

"Hey," Vash greeted, smiling bright, closing the door behind him. "What's going on here?"

"I have a few surprises for you." Wolfwood gathered him up in a quick, chaste kiss, relishing in the brief taste of him, before draping the cardigan over his body.

Vash snuggled into it and gave it a big whiff. "Ohhhh, it smells like you, I love it."

Wolfwood rightly ignored the way that made his heart feel, and instead, took his husband's hand and led him into the dining room. Vash immediately began touching the flowers, looking on the verge of tears as he lowered himself down at the table in front of his plate.

"Oh, Wolfwood," he whispered. "What is all this for?"

Wolfwood sat down in his own spot, and reached his hand across the table. Vash took it without hesitation, and he squeezed. "Just something for you, beautiful. Now, tell me all about your day."

Vash did. As they ate together, he talked happily about his time with the girls, all the while, pulling his cardigan closer around his body, and Wolfwood watched him. He never even looked at his own plate, eating blindly, unable to look at anything but his own breathtaking husband.

When they neared the end of their meal, Wolfwood pointed out the pile of Vash's favorite doughnuts, before taking his hand, and telling him, "I have one last surprise for you upstairs."

The second he opened the nursery door, Vash burst into tears, hands flying up to his mouth as he rushed over to the bassinet. Wolfwood watched him take it all in, watched his face lift up to the sign, where he just stared at it, one hand on his stomach, one hand over his mouth.

He stared for a long while, tears along his beautiful cheeks.

He stared so long, in fact, that Wolfwood began worrying perhaps he'd spelled something wrong, or maybe it didn't look as wonderful as he thought it did.

Slowly, he reached a hand out to his husband's shoulder. "Do you... do you like it?"

Vash glanced over his shoulder, watery blue eyes meeting his gaze. "That's our baby," he whispered. "It didn't feel real until just now, but that's... this is where our baby is going to sleep."

"Yeah." Wolfwood's body sagged with relief, and he couldn't help himself. He pulled Vash into a hug, curling his arms around him. "Thank fucking God you like it."

Vash peered up at him, suspicion curling in his gaze. "What's all this about, Nico? Is something going on?"

"Uhhh." Wolfwood swallowed hard. "Uhhh, well... I heard... what you said the other day, to our neighbor."

Vash tilted his head. "Hmm?"

"You told her you feel unappreciated and miserable and ugly," Wolfwood reminded him. "I've been obsessing over it ever since. I wanted to make you feel better."

Vash stared at him for a long while, brow furrowed, before a big smile spread across his face and he let out a high pitched, hysterical laugh. Right in Wolfwood's face. He laughed so hard, his baby bump lurched and pressed into Wolfwood's body, his chest heaved, his cheeks pinked.

He looked adorable.

It terrified Wolfwood.

Had he done something wrong again?

When the laughs finally died down, Vash curled his hands around Wolfwood's face and held him still. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Nico. My big, brave Wolfwood. My beloved," he sappily whispered. "You are the biggest idiot I know."

"Yes," Wolfwood slowly whispered, nodding. "But why am I an idiot right now?"

"You didn't catch the rest of that conversation," Vash leaned in close, body pressing hard against him. Closer than he'd clung to him in a couple weeks. "You see, she asked if I was handling my hormones well, and I told her no. That my brain was playing tricks on me."

Vash's finger began slowly moving swirls along the front of Wolfwood's chest.

"That I feel unappreciated, ugly, and miserable, when I shouldn't feel that way at all." His voice had dropped into something... else. Seductive. Hot. White hot. "I shouldn't feel that way at all, and she asked why, so I told her the truth."

Vash leaned up, and pressed a kiss to the corner of Wolfwood's mouth.

"I shouldn't feel unappreciated, because my husband does so much for me, and worships the ground I walk on."

Vash kissed his cheek.

"I shouldn't feel miserable, because I am the happiest man in the entire universe, that has ever lived, ever, just by waking up and seeing my husband naked in the kitchen."

Vash kissed the tip of his nose.

"I shouldn't feel ugly, because my husband has a huge dick that's constantly hard just for me. Isn't that right?"

One cool hand slotted along the erection pressing large against the crotch of his jeans. Wolfwood hissed, pressing his lips together - he hadn't felt Vash's hands on him in two weeks now - longer than they'd ever gone before.

He gulped, not wanting to say or do anything out of bounds for Vash's bodily comfort.

"That's right," he heard himself whisper tightly.

"So you did all of this just for me," Vash whispered. "Just to make me feel loved, hmm?"

Wolfwood nodded, his mouth as dry as the desert planet outside their windows.

"Well," Vash grinned. "I think you might have a little crush on me, Nicholas Wolfwood."

The hand on his dick now slowly moved back and forth, massaging and rubbing, cupping his balls in a tight grip Vash knew he loved. He felt his entire body trembling, growing near an orgasm within seconds.

Good, God. He'd never wanted his husband more, and it felt wrong, standing in the bright pink of their daughter's nursery, but...

"Vash," Wolfwood whispered, tightly, hand reaching down to grab at his moving hand. "I... I really want to fuck you so hard right now, but if you aren't comfortable with that, please let me know so I can go outside and chew through some wood."

The look on Vash's face screamed of heat and amusement. "Yes, I am more than comfortable with that. Wolfwood, please-"

Please. Please, he said like he was begging.

If possible, his dick somehow ached harder than before. Fuck, he couldn't wait a single second longer. He needed this - perhaps they both did.

Wolfwood picked Vash up off the ground, and turned them quickly, dropping his full weight on top of the heavy, wooden changing table Milly gifted them. Sorry, Milly, he thought, as he grabbed the comfortable, cotton pants Vash had been wearing lately, and ripped them clean in half at the crotch.

Exposing a dripping wet, red, swollen cunt just for him.

He unhooked his pants and grabbed his dick as record speed.

Wolfwood leaned forward, and gently slotted his inner elbows into the crooks underneath Vash's knees, spreading him wide, giving him ample room to shuffle forward, as Vash pushed himself closer to the edge of the table in tandem.

Their mouth met first in a heated crash and a vicious moan ripping from his own chest, and he fumbled fast, reaching between them to line up his thick, achingly hard cock with Vash's awaiting, soaking wet hole. Arms shaking with self control, he eased himself forward, into his body, the crown popping passed his entrance. The tightness almost whited out his vision, but he sucked on his teeth and continued sinking his thick length into a feeling and heat he could not describe in any of the words he'd been taught in his entire life.

And Vash lost it, his body writhed against the table, one leg clamping hard against his arm, desperate, huffing noises and moans and whispers of his name filling the quiet of the bedroom around them.

Absolutely downright enchanted, he broke away from the kiss and shoved himself the rest of the way, deep inside Vash's glorious pussy, lost and drunk in the feeling of his husband at long last. And he let himself see him fully beneath him.

His dark hair falling over his face messily did not hide the low lidded, eyelash lined bedroom eyes, nor the parted, swollen lips, forming his name over and over again in soft little mewls.

Vash had pulled his shirt up in their movement, too, revealing his stomach and his slightly softer breasts, swollen nipples. Things Wolfwood wanted to suck and grab and touch and worship.

He reached a hand out and closed it around one of those breasts, threading his nipple between his pointer and middle finger. It felt soft and plump beneath his hand, good.

Raving ecstasy smacked him faster than he expected, and he found himself unable to do anything - he slammed into him at a sickeningly steady, rough pace.

His cock thrust into him, pulling out and pushing back in completely, and he pulsed and warmed and tightened around him with every single thrust. Vash's moans seemed to reach a crescendo when he scooted forward ever so slightly, lifting his hips to make more room, and the head of his thick shaft knocked into something deep within him, that little place that made Vash scream his name.

"Fuck!" he cried. "Don't stop! I'm so-"

He slammed back into him with desperation. His full cock grew heavier, larger, the walls of his husband's core straining to accommodate his size, the crown slapping harshly against the glorious spot in a steady, unyielding rhythm.

Vash's shouts and moans were loud enough that there was no way the rest of the neighbors couldn't hear him, but he could not care at all, because his mind was only focused on one thing:

What he'd told the girls.

The amazement that this was his life now.

Sex with his pregnant husband, while they stood in their daughter's sweet, pink nursery, filled with gifts from their best friends, whom already loved their baby more than anything. In their home, their comfortable, safe home, filled with food and furniture and pictures and mementos.

If he could go back in time...

If he could find that little boy, sad and alone, in the clutches of the Eye of Michael, thinking of how he'd never have a future, he'd tell him about this.

He'd tell them how everything would one day be okay, and the wait for this would be far more worth it than he could imagine. He knew his child self would never believe it, but something about telling him healed a part of Wolfwood he hadn't known was broken.

How had that little boy, turned grown murderer, gotten so lucky to be looking down at his half naked husband and listen to cries of his name, because of how much he loved being with him like this?

Something about that tipped him over the edge.

He leaned in to catch Vash's gaping mouth as he felt the orgasm hit him before he could stall it, slamming deep into Vash and pulsing hot seed deep inside him.

Fuck.

"Shit, shit," he mumbled against his mouth. "Sorry, that was... way faster than I wanted-"

"That's okay." Vash pulled away to look up at him, looking happy and glowing. "Why don't you just go down on me for an hour, and we'll call it even, handsome? Since this is a day all about me, right?"

Wolfwood rolled his eyes, but dropped to his knees immediately, spreading Vash's thighs and watching the alluring sight of his cum dripping from that swollen cunt.

It looked delicious.

"How about two hours? You know, just to be fair."

[tenabrye]

Just fremdship/parental stuff. Like Roberto comforting Vash after a rough day or something

Fatherly Roberto is something I didn't know I needed to see.

(this contains no reader and is simply an adorable interaction between Vash and Roberto that is NOT a ship)

Vash watched as everyone talked and laughed around the fire, however, he couldn't bring himself to do the same. Their most recent obstacle left him feeling a never-ending sense of dread with his brother, and he feared each and every waking moment that his friends would be taken away in the blink of an eye. He distanced himself from them tonight, not that any paid much mind to it, or so he thought.

Roberto always had a watchful eye. A talent he honed over his years of being a reporter. He could tell something was amiss with Vash, and he knew it had something to do with their latest escape from potential death. He could see the way the blond kept himself seated away from the others, a characteristic most uncommon of him. The older man knew something was already strange with the kid, having seen the photograph Meryl found of him with an infant Rollo, however, he had seen how selfless and harmless Vash had been.

With a sigh, the older man slowly stood from his seat, much to the ignorance of Meryl and Wolfwood as they talked about something he figured youngsters could only understand. He then made his way around the fire and towards Vash, who perked up when hearing approaching footsteps. The blond smiled when he noticed who it was, even scooting over to offer Roberto a seat beside him. "Something wrong?" He asked.

"Not with me," Roberto answered.

"Is it Meryl, or maybe Wolf--"

"It's you," the older man said, cutting him off. Vash only blinked at him, soon frowning and averting his gaze to the ground. Roberto took a small swig from his flask before he glanced at the blond. "I can tell when something is off. Call it a reporter's intuition."

Vash chuckled lightly at that. "Well, maybe something is bothering me, but it's nothing to worry about."

"Keeping it to yourself is worse, y'know." Roberto looked down at the ground before he glanced over at Meryl and Wolfwood, the pair still talking with one another. Vash mimicked the man and found his attention on the pair, his lips curling into a soft smile at the sight. "Is it about us?"

"Yes," answered Vash. Roberto hummed in response. "Bad things happen to those around me. You saw what happened at Jeneora Rock. People got hurt, some died, because I was there."

"You think we'll die?" Roberto looked over at the kid beside him, watching as he gave a small nod of his head. "You ever wonder how this might be our choice? Us tagging along with you." Vash now turned, staring at the older man with a small frown on his face. "Besides, I can't call myself a reporter if I run in the face of danger. The people need their news."

Vash's lips curled back into a smile as he nodded to Roberto. "I guess you're right, but that won't stop me from worrying."

"Just don't keep it all inside," Roberto told him. He took another swig from his flask and sighed. "You're going to be stuck with us for a little while, so learn to share your burdens with others. That way you don't look mopey."

The blond chuckled and nodded once again at the man. "Did I look mopey to you?" He asked.

Roberto didn't make eye contact with Vash and continued watching Meryl and Wolfwood. "A little, but everyone has their days."

"Thank you for caring." The older man only closed his eyes as he, once again, drank from his flask. "I appreciate it." Roberto didn't outright admit it, but despite what he had found out so far about him, Vash was starting to grow on him. Maybe it was due to his age that caused him to act this way with those that were or looked younger than him, but he did care for the kid. Cared for them all.

[smokeygrayrabbits]

singing vash thoughts sparked wolfwood thoughts. once again a notes app special that I have no explanation or context for. but it's taking up my storage. sorry in advance to any poor soul reading this

legends of the punisher make their way through gunsmoke, whispered on dark doorsteps and carved into shadowed walls.

the singing reaper. soft whistling, the hum of hymns long forgotten to time, lyrics whispered out, a mocking imitation of the final breaths they mark.

soft singing becomes a funeral march for his targets. a last dance with the angel of death.

but for some, it's salvation. an angels chorus, the feeling of divine protection for children walking home at night, for the weak and weary, hummed in cozy bars by those who know they're safe as long as they're wrapped up in his whispered gospel

one day, an angel enters the choir. and the chorus changes forever. now it sings of a tragic love, the worship of a faithless priest for this scarred angel.

the cantor has found his muse.

gospel and hymns preaching the soft draping warmth of a coat of bloodstained feathers, a halo of golden thorns, the watchful eyes as deep as forgotten oceans, overflowing with lonelyness and repentance and unconditionalallconsuming love. an angel who guides humanity from their death instead of to it.

millions Knives sends the punisher after the angel. and that's fine. it's a priests duty to obey a god, no matter the orders.

the punisher follows the angel across the sands. through blazes of bullets, out of towns away from fire and pitchforks and mobs of nonbelivers.

the punisher is only following orders.

orders bring the angel to the steps of the church built in his name. to his other half who wants to become whole once more.

wolfwood fulfills his role as shepard, guiding trapping the angel to the alter.

his duty is complete. wolfwood leaves.

Meryl drags him back.

it's too late.

there's no recognition in vash's eyes, no more of the soft caring looks that he kept giving wolfwood, just a rabid fear as he fights and fights and tries to get away, get to nai,

and maybe vash fights back for real now, maybe he punches wolfwood with his prosthetic hand, hard like wolfwood had always wanted him to, instead of giving him impossibly sad stares. maybe wolfwood is now staring down the barrel of a gun not designed to kill, but lord knows vash is gonna try

a single tear slips down vash's cheek. he doesn't seem to notice as he levels the gun against wolfwood

falling stars dropping from the fear filled eyes of his angel

without realizing it, or even knowing why, vash is crying, gun steady and levelled on wolfwood, but he shakes just enough to know something is wrong and why is he crying but he doesn't know this man then why is he crying why does this man look so afraid, not of the gun, but of him and why is he crying

no, he realizes, not of him

for him.

blank eyes cry but the gun never falters, and wolfwood can’t help but smile, chuckle tasting like bile in his throat, a smile that should have vash faltering, that in any other circumstance would make vash second guess, but his hand remains steady, ghosting over the trigger as wolfwood sends one final prayer of penance, one last plea for salvation that he knows he doesn’t deserve because it was him who killed the angel and gave him a gun

the longer they stand there, vash crying and shaking but gun oh so steady in practiced hands, and wolfwood trying to get some kind of recognition from him what was that he'd said about a memory to bring back his true self? and eventually wolfwood moves to acceptance. he knew he would die someday. with his positon? it was a given. but wait, no, he cant accept this. vash swore to never kill, and wolfwood would never be able to let the only person vash personally delivers to hell be himself, that'd hurt vash far too much, even if he can't tell now

he doesn't really know why, but wolfwood starts humming. maybe a final attempt to comfort himself before the end. maybe to try and get vash to have any other look on his face than that blankness woldwood always hated that look. nothing never was a good look on vash, on this bright vibrant alive angel of a man hell, maybe wolfwood just wanted to face his end creating something, after destroying so much in his short life. a final attempt at repentance.

so wolfwood hums.

the very same tune he heard fall from vash's own lips while wolfwood pretended to be asleep as to not startle the soft, melancholy creature that would emerge from vash in the solitude of a silent night, under the watchful eye of the stars vash came from.

so wolfwood hums.

knives freezes. the satisfied grin falling from his face. leaving it slack with rage and something that looks tragically like nostalgia and grief (of a childhood, of simpler long abandoned.)

wolfwood shifts his gaze back to vash as if he could ever tear them away from that beautiful face for even a moment. he tries to burn this angels face into his mind. those blue eyes, always filled with an ocean deep, unending grief that wolfwood had only just began to lighten if only he had more time. the gentle slope of his cheekbones, pale and soft despite a centure of pain in an unforgiving desert the planes of vash's face always fit so nicely against his shoulder, his chest, his lap. the arching brows that would shoot up in theatric shock at the smallest hint of dumbfuckery vash had mentioned wanting a piercing there, once. when they were nearing the bottom of a bottle in some forgotten nowhere town. he would have dragged Nick along with him, to hold his hand. the same hand that had the barrel of a gun leveled at wolfwoods chest. the soft point of his nose wolfwood booped it once. vash practically flipped over backwards, adorably wide eyed and flushed the rest of the day. wolfwood pretended he didn't. seeing vash touching the same spot over and over again for the rest of the night. wolfwood made a point of doing it as often as possible after that.his eyes traced the sharp edge of vash's jaw which always dug into wolfwoods shoulder on long rides, bony asshole, but fit so nicely in his hand. finally, wolfwoods gaze, still humming like a funeral march, reached vash's lips, and the train of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, slack and blank like the rest of vash's face and wasn't that just awful. blank never was a good look on vash, on this bright, vibrant, alive, angel of a man. a smile was better. come on darlin', smile. you always look best wearin' a smile wolfwood traces those lips with his eyes what he wouldn't give to do it one last time with his fingertips, his tongue. God what he wouldn't give to kiss those lips again, always so petal soft despite decades in the sun

blood drips from vash's mouth, spilling like ruby tears onto that coat of red this tragic angel always wraps himself in. drops disappearing, hidden from view swallowed up and squirreled away like so much of vash's pain, as soon as they meet the crimson fabric.

wolfwood hums.

knives rages nai remembers.

and vash screams

[hikennosabo]

trimax vol 14 random thoughts (ch 1-4)

hoooo boy. time to steel myself to read this volume again for the sake of writing this post. i press onward...

but first i must ask:

why is milly getting mike wazowski'd on the joke cover.

i love this joke cover actually, legato and knives in particular are cracking me up

and as for the inner illustration we have a lovely group picture and--

KNIVES SMILING!!!! AAHHHH!!!! an actual, genuine smile from him!!!!! ;____;

okay, okay, time to start actually reading...

chapter 1:

i think nightow is trying to kill us by showing so much of vash with his blonde hair... on the covers, in this flashback... blonde vash almost looks like a completely different character. but the only thing that changed was his hair... *unrolls list* and his clothes, and the haunted look in his eyes, and his will to live, and...

"that is how i lived my life"... he's mentally preparing himself to do the deed...

there are a lot of compositions in this chapter that i like, especially because vash's stark black color scheme is so cool, but i especially like watching legato zip around lol.

the earth ship crashed... uhh... is chronica okay? was her role in this story really to show up, fail to avenge domina, and then die?

knives smiling again!!! --but this time it's an evil smile!!! he genuinely looks cute here...

legato is over here waxing poetic about vash being his narrative foil as they have a fight to the death. i wouldn't expect anything else from him.

BABY ELENDIRA!!!! tristamp took this design and ran, huh?

this next sequence... hmmm... i'm not really sure how to put this. the buildup to legato's death that doesn't come because vash doesn't pull the trigger... it would almost be funny if it wasn't so fucked up. like, even within the narrative itself, it's presented as if this is the time for him to die. he has a flashback, he waxes poetic about his death... and then in that moment... it doesn't happen. even after vash tried to steel himself earlier in the chapter.

i dunno... i'm just sad...

THE MOUNTING DREAD OF REALIZING WHO HE'S TALKING ABOUT...... (also i like their expressions here)

AND THE INSANE PAGE-TURN SPREAD OF LIVIO BEING HELD HOSTAGE..... AAAAAUUUGHGHHGH

i don't know if this is another thing that nightow nabbed from the 98 anime - legato holding vash's friend(s) hostage to get him to shoot - but it's really SUCH a legato move... i said in my last post that legato is the most "the same" across the adaptations and he REALLY is. using the same tactic in the same scenario... "make your choice and break"...

but it's EVEN MORE fucked up than in 98 lol... when i said livio was gonna have an interesting time trying to stand up with the state his body was in i DID NOT THINK THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!! OKAY???

oh, but being afraid to scroll and being met with an image of wolfwood... wolfwood, fully visible...!! he was admittedly a sight for sore eyes in this dire scenario... even though he plays directly into the tragedy of this entire affair. vash has to shoot to save livio, who wolfwood gave his life for...

chapter 2:

oh jeez... whose voice is this? is this razlo? (there's no profanity, so maybe not...) livio talking to himself? or is it... wolfwood...?

and vash is now completely broken. his entire worldview, everything about how he's lived up until now, falling apart around him...

"did it feel like this for you, too?" hmmm... it flashes back to the scene with wolfwood, but in this moment i'm actually remembering meryl's words about how it felt when she shot someone for the first time.

...they successfully attached the cable to the ark, but i'm imagining knives feeling an itch and smacking it like a mosquito LOL

WHAT DID YOU GUYS EVEN COME HERE FOR, HUH?? DID YOU FORGET???

>0<!!!!

traveling across the galaxy like... like sephiroth... wanting to fly around and destroy planets... okay... i'd promise to stop making sephiroth comparisons but they make it so easy.

he is so small and so sad

wahh... vash needs this... both the physical comfort and the words. he needs it but i don't think he's even aware it's happening...

chapter 3:

clever bastard indeed! look, he's even smiling like, haha yeah i am a clever bastard!!

how to put this... i like that it's a kid's thoughts that get projected. because kids are kids... and they're a purer expression of human need than adults who can be caught up in bias or like, social expectations. if it had been an adult who got hit with the feather, things might have turned out differently, but it's a natural reaction for people to want to help a kid...? gah, i don't know how to word this!!

and it's interesting that the plants' attempt to communicate with humans also forces the humans to communicate with each other, because that's how plants communicate amongst themselves...

he's separate, but he can still... control it? like, he made it teleport, so he can still control it, right? at least to a degree...

yes, i like this, i like how it's not easy, i like how even though knives is in the wrong about pretty much everything and is just using plant abuse to justify his own actions, we're not just ignoring the fact that abuse did happen and needs to be addressed.

and yet, the plants also remember the good times. nightow is really good at distilling the full scope of human nature into vignettes like this...

huh? balance of primordial energy?! reigniting an age-old conflict?!?! dude, you can't just drop that on us without EXPANDING ON IT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN??

chapter 4:

vash's... dream? is this a dream? or is it more literal, like he's on the verge of dying... so he sees all his dead acquaintances in the afterlife... but he can't join them yet, he still has something to do...

UGGGHHHH, WOLFWOOD, I MISS YOU SO MUCH.......

he looks so young here :(

the earth guy (does he have a name?) praying before firing on the ark as if it will grant him absolution... lol. lmao, even. we've seen characters pray a few times over the course of this story, mostly wolfwood, and vash that one time... idr if anyone else prays? but this guy? this guy's prayer? i have to laugh.

he is fucking LUCKY that knives was able to block that. i also love the irony in knives's actions saving the people below.

that's so cool... i know i'm supposed to be like, "oh no, he's so powerful, that's scary, how will they beat him now?" but instead i'm just amazed at the sheer display of power LOL

what a gorgeous spread... the wings... jaw... teeth?! are so cool-looking...

meryl and milly are so resilient... it's been said a million times lol but they really do represent the best in humanity. it's a shame that they've gotten less screentime (page time?) in the latter half of the manga, but none of what relatively little they do get has felt wasted. staying strong and doing what they can... they're so cool...

uueeee... i'll cover the rest of the chapters in another post... usually when i do 2-part writeups i write both of them and post them one after another, but i haven't written part 2 yet... i'm delaying the inevitable because i know i'm going to cry reading the last couple of chapters again lmao...

[punisheye]

She would have gone all out. Would have planned a HUGE surprise birthday party for her boss, but instead she thought it would be best for a smaller one. With the help of Meryl and so many others, they were able to pull a pretty good one. A small cupcake was ready to be presented. A cute little candle was placed right in the middle of it, just waiting to be lit. While there weren't a whole lot of decorations (A few streamers and balloons hung from the ceilings and windows decorated with birthday stickers), it still gave off a festive vibe. The door opens and Wolfwood walks in to start his shift for the day, and his employees are there to wish him a happy birthday with the candle lit. "Make a wish Mister Wolfwood!" Once the cupcake is taken, Hanabi gifts Wolfwood an art piece of him and his crew! "We really tried not to go all out, but I hope this was okay! Happy birthday Mister Wolfwood."

So he gets to work... a little late. For... reasons. Probably would have been even later if he didn't haul ass the second he got out the front door (with Vash in tow 'til he got to the café, as usual). He's not really dressed for the supposed special occasion that is today, just in a black turtleneck and blue jeans, comfortable like he always tries to be at work. Because that's what he's going to do: work. Completely blissfully unaware of what so many people have in store for him today.

He's startled when he opens the door, balloons and streamers hanging alongside the holiday decorations, his employees gathered out front to wish him a happy birthday. Wolfwood blinks a few times, mouth opening and closing, his brain trying to process. The gears are turning, slowly.

"Uh," he says eloquently, gawking at the cupcake, like he's not sure what he's supposed to do with it. Wolfwood reaches out slowly and picks it up; it's small in his hands, so he's careful with it. It's been a long time since he's done... any of this. His ears already feel hot from the attention from his employees, and the fact there are customers looking too makes his face even warmer.

And it wouldn't be nice to tell them to fuck off. Especially not after this. He's grateful, just bewildered.

"I... um. Thanks."

When he smiles it's a little wobbly. One of the baristas pipes up with aw, I think he's gonna cry! and Wolfwood bites back with a "Shut up!"

But he still laughs, dragging his sleeve over his eyes.

"Okay, okay. Enough bein' sentimental. Everyone back to work."

...Still, the mood is much lighter for the rest of the shift.

[flosalatus]

Relationships

A ramble/introspection on Vash and his relationships, both canon based, pure headcanon, and recent RP based.

Rem:

He's always seen Rem as a parental figure, she raised them so why wouldn't he? He rarely called her mom to her face however, at first because she made such a fuss the first time it embaressed him, and then because Nai never did and he was following his footsteps for a while as kids.

For a while, after Tesla, Vash didn't think he could let himself call Rem 'mom' anymore, even if he still thought of and loved her as a mother. His trust in her was shaken enough that trying to call her that made him feel so unsure and guilty.

By the time he got over that feeling, he didn't have the chance to ever call her mom again.

He misses her constantly, of all the scars he has, the one Rem left behind is a wound that he doesn't think will ever fully heal, let alone fade.

Nai/Knives:

Nai is his brother, his best friend. If he looked deeper maybe he'd even call him another half of him, two sides of a coin. So similar and deeply connected in a way no human could replicate or understand. He loves Nai, looked up to him as kids, leant into the claims of Nai being the elder twin happily because it gave him something to admire and learn from other than Rem. He'd do anything for him.

Knives is a stranger with a familiar face.

He doesn't know what to think or where he stands anymore with what Nai has become. He still loves him, so so much, but Vash is also scared of him, hates him sometimes if he lets himself.

Brad and Luida:

Surrogate parents of a sort, intially Vash just saw them as indiferent strangers. Not unkind, but not close. After, he was torn on how to consider them. Friends? Family? Caretakers?

He had about a week long phase of 'big sister' imprinting on Luida that faded just as quickly.

Eventually, with enough time, they naturally settled in his mind as "Aunt and Uncle". Family, close, but nothing near replacing Rem. But that was okay, he didn't need to replace her. He could let his family grow without losing those already in it.

Meryl:

One of the first people he meets again after a long peroid of minimal long exposure to humans. He doesn't expect to attach to her at all, let alone how much he does in the end.

But shes so quick, and brave, and stubborn. How could he not?

He adores Meryl, be it platonically or romantically, not much changes at the core of their relationship. She's important to him, the first new bright thing in his life after a long peroid of time. She's more than a friend or a sister, even romantically she's more than a lover to him, he holds her in too high of a reguard to delegate her a label like that.

Milly:

Instant best friends. He's never quite clicked with a person the way he does with Milly, she just fits, and if she doesn't she slowly carves her space there with kind smiles and pateince.

At first she remind him a little of a mother. Not his mother, exactly, but someone motherly. Someone warm and safe, and she stays warm and safe, someone steady and comforting in his life.

In a ship, again not a lot changes. That steady comfort becomes a little more indulgent maybe, the more used to it he gets the less he needs it and the more it's just another thing he loves about her

Roberto:

He was pretty indiferent to Roberto intially actually, aside from noting he was arguable one of the sanest human's Vash had met, wanting to get out of the way as quickly as possible.

But the gruff man reminded him a lot of Brad, if a little rougher aroud the edges. In some way, Roberto feels more like an actual father figure sometimes, in others, he gets put in the uncle catagorey.

Wolfwood:

Man, where do I even start with this one.

Vash works out Wolfwood's deal almost from day one, and yet still he can so clearly see something good deep down he doesn't think twice about playing along.

At first Vash can't decide what to make of him. They butt heads, they have drastically oposing ideals and morals, the nicknames are weird and annoying. Sometimes Vash has never wanted to throttle a human so badly.

Time and sympathy from learning his past smooth over those edges, and Wolfwood becomes a friend.

He can hold his own in a fight, he's the one human companion Vash isn't so afraid to loose, because he's an equal. Wolfwood is still human, sure, and Vash is still scared. But he trusts the other in a way he's never been able to let himself trust before. Trusts that he'll survive the fight, with or without Vash's help.

And with that trust something more starts to grow. Friendship feels like an insult to they bond they have. They work in sync, they understand eachother without words or plans. He hasn't had something like that since he and Nai were kids.

Vash wonders if they're what people call soulmates.

Vash realises that this is what love feels like.

[ac-liveblogs]

Trigun vs Stampede

OR: Trigun newbie ponders if Stampede was a good adaptation or not, actually.

I lost my original draft. I think this one’s longer. The TL;DR is I liked them both. But. 

I’m sure a lot of Trigun Oldies are pretty annoyed with Stampede, and as an obnoxious FF7 purist with an axe to grind with the “remake” myself, my sympathies are certainly with them. It’s really annoying to just want a faithful adaptation of the thing you like without people trying to get CLEVER about what made them good in the first place - especially if the changes don’t land! 

However, as someone brand new to Trigun my attitude is more along the lines of “hey, three cakes!”, and I figure I’m in a pretty good position to provide a fairly unbiased comparison of the two. My Trigun creds are as follows; I’ve watched Stampede, I’ve read up to vol 3 of Maximum, I’ve watched Badlands Rumble (and didn’t like it), I’ve never seen ‘98 but have seen out of context clips and had very careful conversations with a coworker that has ONLY seen ‘98 and Stampede to try and share enthusiasm but still avoid poisoning each other with spoilers. 

My original takeaway from Stampede: It’s a fun show that needed more episodes to accomplish what it was trying to do. I still stand by this. However, I think that Stampede has made a lot of clever decisions in adaptation, and I’m feeling pretty positive about the reboot in general. 

Vol 1 of the original Trigun introduces us to Vash, Meryl and Milly; we have a volume of world-building and character-establishing shenanigans (as well as teasers about the “Lost July” incident) before meeting Legato and a handful of the Gung-Ho Guns in volume 2, after which we get some fights, hook up (ha) with Wolfwood and head to Jeneora Rock.

And then Jeneora explodes.

Stampede is simultaneously a prequel and a reimagining of these first two volumes. In the interest of giving us a 12-episode narrative with character arcs for all 3 main leads, certain events have been either brought forward or pushed back. For example, while we keep the fight with the Nebraska Family and the trip on the Sand Steamer, Lost July ceases being a backstory event and instead replaces Vash’s destruction of Jeneora Rock as the “season finale” - allowing Knives to serve as the arc villain for Stampede whereas Trigun ends with him being (temporarily) resurrected.

Some clever changes are made to facilitate this; if Vash destroys July at the end of season 1 there’s no reason to have him also destroy Jeneora, so establish Knives as the Big Scary Arc Villain by making HIM do it instead. Then, end the season with his apparent death at Vash’s hands - since Legato is the main villain in vol 2 and wants to resurrect Knives, push him back to season 2 so you can add some real crunch between his fanaticism and Vash’s guilt. Wolfwood is more prominent here; have HIM kill Monev the Gale instead of Legato. Then, you can have him project all over Rollo just in time to reveal his backstory and you won’t even feel the loss of Vash refusing to kill Monev too badly because the Nebraska Family is used to display Vash’s pacifistic ideology before Wolfwood gets a chance to shoot a hole in it. 

That doesn’t mean Stampede is flawless; I have real problems with Wolfwood and Home’s inclusion, mostly down to the episode count, but I like a lot of the changes made in eps 1-5 and 10-12. Episodes 6-9 were strongest for their flashback segments; besides that, the pacing was fucked. Trying to accomplish FAR too much in too little time - don’t think anyone’s gonna argue with that. 

Quickfire adaptation notes before I dig into the changes in characterisation;

It’s a shame that Stampede didn’t have time to do more world-building - Legato’s nonsense aside, that was my favourite part of the first two volumes.

Vash vs Monev the Gale was more fun in the manga than Stampede, but I liked the expansion on his backstory that Stampede gave us more than “I TRAINED… FOR 20 YEARS…”

EG the Mine was more fun in Stampede than the manga.

I recognise the need to get Meryl and Roberto on the Sand Steamer after Roberto wanted to leave, but the Bad Lads Gang were barely worth bringing back.

I wouldn’t have even bothered introducing Legato this season beyond a stinger at the end of episode 12; I get they’re trying to do Something with him and Wolfwood, but we really didn’t have the time.

Rem was cooler in the manga.

The trip to Home feels like a waste of time at this point, but I can only hope introducing Brad & Luida early means that if the Gung-Ho Guns decide to break in like in the manga things are gonna hurt more. I wonder if it wouldn’t have been more prudent to just go to Hopeland Orphanage instead to really dig into the tragedy of Wolfwood’s situation before rocketing into him completing the contract in July. Would’ve added more to Vash’s insistence that Wolfwood’s a good person, too - he’s objectively right, but would’ve been nice to see it more concretely.  

In service of remixing the plot into a pseudo-prequel, our main 3 leads - Vash, Meryl and Wolfwood - all present as much less mature characters who are still growing into the roles they hold in the original. Vash’s bounty is considerably lower, he’s never hurt anyone himself yet (no Lost July ‘til the finale) and he’s much less capable of playing the clown to hide his true feelings; Meryl is a straight-laced rookie traveling with her mentor rather than a confident senior partner to Milly; Wolfwood is more openly caustic and is “the Punisher” and an undertaker rather than “Chapel” and a priest (whatever any of this means in the Eye of Michael), though they all more or less get there in the end.

Whereas in the original Trigun we spend a lot of time in Vash’s head reading his internal monologue, Stampede presents him more as a character to be observed or speculated on from a distance and, as such, somewhat more of an enigma. I think there’s an interesting line to be drawn between Vash’s missing POV and Stampede giving him a real consistent lack of agency - Meryl is often a catalyst for the plot, Wolfwood is transparently present to direct Vash to July whether he likes it or not, and Nai’s… absolutely everything all serve to give Vash less control of the decisions made in his life (I AM MEDITATING ON THE SAND STEAMER).

I don’t think it’s much of a coincidence that we only really get Vash explaining his feelings in episode 12 when he’s finally worked up the courage to fight Nai again, or that we get more information about his past from flashbacks than in the modern day. 

I’m… fine with both, honestly. Vash being a bit of a black box in Stampede makes it harder to understand his feelings on certain topics, but I have to wonder if - assuming he’s now ‘reclaimed his agency’ - he’s going to be more vocal about his feelings going forward. I’ll be curious to see the Stampede version of the Eriks arc, anyway. Also, controversial (apparently) but I really like his Stampede design a lot more than OG - it being more ‘modern’ makes thematic sense for a character from the age of Lost Technology, and he looks less dangerous than OG Vash who… well, Diablo, you have shown your true face, Tristamp Vash isn’t there yet til the finale, etc. etc. That said, he needs a new design for season 2, and I hope it incorporates more elements of his OG. 

Not much to say on Nai; he’s got a larger role in Stampede than OG. Obviously. 

I think that Stampede did Meryl a LOT of favours - where OG Meryl gets more time on the page, Stampede’s Meryl is IMO set up to become a stronger and more impactful character in the long run. I found that OG Meryl and Milly blended together a bit too much; two halves of one comedy skit that were often difficult to meaningfully differentiate.

Stampede’s Meryl gets to establish herself separately from Milly and has a much more obvious counterpoint in Roberto, who gets to die a tragic mentor death and propel Meryl’s character forward into, apparently, an exhausted chain-smoking slacker assigned a bright-eyed newbie to mentor and, honestly? I think that’s really sexy for her. 

Stampede has also gone on to give Meryl more agency; whereas in OG her goal is to follow Vash exclusively, changing her profession to a reporter in Stampede allows her to follow other plot threads independently of him. It also ties in nicely to her theming as a “witness” to the changes about to rock No Man’s Land; this is part of the reason the perspective change from a heavy focus on Vash’s POV to him as a character that can only really be observed by others works for me just fine, though Wolfwood tends to ‘observe’ Vash while Meryl seems to ‘observe’ events. Also, I really do adore her being paired up with Zazie. 

It can also be noted that unlike OG, Meryl is the catalyst for a lot of events that occur in the show; she finds Vash, she has Vash take them to Jeneora Rock; she helps Vash SAVE Jeneora Rock; she runs over Wolfwood which brings HIM into the party; it is her being kidnapped that brings the plot to July and she is the one that saves Vash from Nai. She’s got far more forward motion at this point than her original counterpart, and while I HOPE that changes for OG Meryl she has basically vanished for about 3 volumes at this point and I haven’t felt her absence much. 

I don’t have much to say on Milly and Roberto; Milly’s not the type of character I’m especially drawn to, her presence in vols 1&2 is pretty weak and I don’t think she adds much outside of occasional comedy. I like Roberto for the role he plays in Meryl’s storyline as well as the more unique texture he adds to the group but wish he got more time to develop. Next. 

Okay, so. Wolfwood. My special boy, the most importantest bestest guy in both the world AND my heart. Uh, so. He’s… not in volumes 1&2 except for the last 3 chapters, and those… basically just exist to go “hey Wolfwood exists! He does NOT want to be at this staff meeting!” which, mood, but it also means that (I assume) a lot of his story beats get introduced quite a bit earlier so that he can also grow into his new role at the end of Stampede.

As of vol 3 of TriMax, we’re still piecing together what Wolfwood’s deal even is and I would even go so far as to speculate that if TriMax Wolfwood is meant to deliver Vash to Knives… well, that’s already happened, so where are we going from here? Are we pulling other plot points forward even sooner, or have we already derailed in a big way? 

It doesn’t really help that Stampede’s time crunch was never more obvious than in the Sand Steamer & Home, which makes Wolfwood’s storyline a real casualty of all that lost time. In OG, the Sand Steamer was its own arc involving the Bad Lads Gang where we get to learn that Vash is connected to Plants; in Stampede, it’s… Livio shows up, Wolfwood’s backstory gets dropped, Legato is introduced, the Bad Lads are still there, Hopeland almost gets steamrolled because Legato must always be the least normal person in the scene AND THEN we figure out Vash is a Plant… and then Home. It’s so much. It’s too much. There’s no breathing room to think about the tragedy of Wolfwood’s situation because we don’t know him very well and we jump straight into Vash’s backstory straight afterwards. I assume Wolfwood had  a mental breakdown off-screen. 

It’s going to be difficult to speculate on what Stampede is doing with Wolfwood until season 2 comes out AND I’ve finished Maximum, but where I’m very optimistic for Meryl I’m a lot more cautious here because while I GET why they needed to introduce elements of Wolfwood’s backstory to tie him into the same theme of moving into a new stage of their lives that Vash and Meryl have, they’re going to need to do some real damage control in season 2 because otherwise I don’t think this is going to hit right.

Like, I do GET why Wolfwood was introduced early, seriously - he’s such a major part of Maximum that with Stampede’s goal of remixing Vash and Meryl’s arcs they couldn’t leave him for season 2 (unlike Milly, who... doesn’t do much) and they can make this work, but... he’s where things are most likely to fall apart here, and that sucks.

So like, IS it a good adaptation (of the first two volumes)? Yeah, I think it’s fine? There are more changes I’m excited about than concerned about, which might change as I progress further into Maximum, but I can only assume events are going to get remixed further (the stinger about Earth in particular makes me think that) so I think Stampede and TriMax will ultimately be two very different beasts by the end of things.

And ultimately, I think I had more fun watching Stampede than reading the Trigun manga at this point. (Trigun, not Trigun Maximum, I’ll get to that later)

But Stampede needs more episodes. Seriously. Spring for a 24 episode season, Studio Orange, take like 4 years if you need to, because the biggest problem Stampede has is timing, and that’s going to hurt the emotional impact of any plot points going forward. We can live with it in s1 where the fallout for some of those has yet to hit, but that grace period won’t last forever.

Final Verdict:

Tristamp 8/10 “needed more episodes” Trigun 7/10 “legato saves you, seriously”

In conclusion: “Whoa! two cakes!”

[danafeelingsick]

Hello, how are you?

It's me yet again!

I think I found heaven here! I had a lot of ideas for emeto sickfics with TriStamp Vash and everything here just keeps adding fuel to the fire!

The road tripe one that anon sent was just 🤌I actually had something similar in mind!

But I was thinking about the food situation. We saw that he needs food even though he is a plant because he is not perfect like Knives. HOWEVER, what I noticed (and it might be just my imagination), he doesnt have the best expression when he was eating in that episode after beating the giant worm. He hadnt eaten since the Jeneora Rock incident and he decided to eat after what Wolfwood said.

But he didnt have an expression of someone who was liking what he was eating but rather eating because he KNOWS he NEEDS to.

So I was thinking, what if Vash really doesnt like food? Like, he feels weird after eating but he just bears with it because he needs to eat. But sometimes his stomach just has too much of human food and makes him sick?

I keep imagining him throwing up later, after eating, lets say in that specific episode, trying to hide it from the others. I dont know, I just can imagine him eating but feeling weird as he chews because food just doesnt sit right with him!

Another thing, I aslo keep thinking about him getting sick when in the road trip with Meryl, Wolfwood and Roberto, like it builds up slowly until he asks Meryl to pull over with that soft voice of someone who doesnt want to give others a hard time 🥺

I swear I have things in storage for a few sickfics with Vash 👀

hi again (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) i'm glad you're finding inspiration! it is already such a small niche, but from the little i've seen, people are coming up some good stuff. i'm wanting to add more, but i'm also slowing getting a writers block.

i think we've all had carsick vash in mind... 😳

about the food headcanons: that could totally be the case. he needs to eat, but at such an odd rate not even him knows how his body works. which foods exactly set his stomach off, what he can and can't handle, it's always a gamble. some textures and tastes would set him off too. because of that he might nauseous more often than not, and cautious he might throw up out of nowhere.

imagine him having to reassure someone that he's fine, he's not sick, that just happens sometimes, just give him a minute, and coming back after puking, acting like nothing happened (although he is always a bit shaken by it)

i had a small idea for a fic of him and knives trying to eat regularly, so they can pretend to be humans in case they need to (since rem does tell the kni that anime it could've been the dub i was watching though!) i don't know if the timeline would allow that for the older two though (i wouldn't write anything with them as kids)

oh yeah. that episode gave another idea, a very overindulgent one of everyone getting food poisoning from the worm meat. it does affect wolfwood and Roberto more lightly though, with wolfwood getting seemingly better after puking his guts a couple of times and Roberto just gets a bit a belly ache and that's it. Meryl and Vash are completely messed up, with Vash getting the worst of it. i even had an oc in there somewhere, to compensate for the lack of milly

i need to say though, tristamp vash is much easier to draw than write, while tri.max/'98 vash feels more easy to write, he's so beautifully drawn in the manga, i can't compete.

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

Silly 'What Was Taken' fic thoughts

I haven't really talked or even shared my fic much on Tumblr, which I'd like to change, because babbling random nonsense that might never appear in a thing I write is good for me as a writer, and it's fun to share!

One of my two major Trigun fic projects is a series I'm calling "What Was Taken, What Was Restored", which started as a oneshot that grew out of hand. It's based on Stampede, and the premise is that episode 11/12 had additional consequences for Vash. When Wolfwood finds "Eriks" two years later there's a little boy with blond hair and blue eyes with him named Alex, who's Vash's "little brother".

The first draft of the first oneshot was written after episode 11 came out, as a way to explore my own tokophobia and the Shrimp Emotions that episode gave me. (I had to go lie down somewhere dark and quiet after watching that episode for the first time.) So while exploring those darker themes and the complicated and contradictory emotions everyone feels is what's compelling to write... I'm also starting to think about the possibility for Shenanigans. It's not really Trigun if there isn't some buffoonery going on.

Local kids curious about the strange man in the red coat, maybe even wondering if that's the scary demon man the grown-ups keep talking about. But there's a kid with him so maybe he's not that bad? It turns into a kickball game with Vash and Alex on opposite sides, and while it all remains friendly the two do get competitive. It all ends after Alex's team loses and he declares siege on his big brother and all the kids tackle him 'Get Down Mr. President' style.

The gang finds they have a little extra money and are debating what to do with it when Vash and Alex start chanting "Donuts! Donuts! Donuts!"

Wolfwood takes Vash aside later to chastise him about childhood nutrition and dental care.

To no one's surprise Vash retains none of this. (On the one hand, he's got a lot going on. On the other, you and the kid need to eat yer damn vegetables dammit Spikey)

While the gang is walking somewhere, Alex starts flagging and falling behind. Without a word, Wolfwood adjusts his hold on the Punisher, and kneels down so Alex can hop on his back for a piggyback ride.

Behind them Meryl and Vash start muttering to each other about how Wolfwood never offers them piggyback rides.

Milly, who knows her mentor has a history with Vash and Wolfwood and needs time and privacy to talk to them, rents them a special room for the night and announces this when she hands Meryl the key. She even says she'll babysit Alex for as long as they need time to themselves!! Meryl, Vash, and Wolfwood are all various shades of embarrassed, then Milly gets flustered oh no I didn't mean to imply anything I just wanted to make sure you had some space to yourselves!!!

Alex isn't oblivious to those implications but his primary concern is "Vash STOP going off to have grown-up talks with these people!!! You're always sad after, YOU KEEP MAKING MY BIG BROTHER SAD!!!"

Meryl promises she won't make Vash sad.

Immediately breaks this promise.

When the three come back down later to rejoin Milly and Alex, Vash is still crying and the kid is about to lose his mind. "I SAID NO SAD BIG BROTHER!!" "Alex, it's okay, they're happy tears, everything worked out - " "I'M BANNING GROWN-UP TALKS"

Mashwood do end up together, and are generally more subtle about their affection/getting together to bang. This is primarily because whenever Meryl, Vash, and/or Wolfwood show any kind of affection in public/around their group Alex is in the background making an "ew kissing" face. (Ace/aro Milly is low-key in agreement with him.)