#i just know that trigun is here to stay in my heart.

[ruporas]

a conversation about scars

[ID: A Trigun comic. Vash is shirtless with his back to the viewer, showing off his many scars and metal implants. He complains, “Oh, c’mon... The shirt got stuck... Argh.” Wolfwood’s finger pokes him at the base of his neck, and Vash exclaims, “Ack! Wolfwood!?”

Wolfwood, looking down, asks, “Does it ever hurt?” Vash’s eyes go wide with surprise, and he looks down and says, “No-- Sometimes they ache, but nothing unbearable.” Wolfwood kisses the back of his neck and then leans against Vash, silent as Vash cheerfully laughs, “Got it! It’s free, finally!”

Wolfwood still looks sad, and Vash turns back and smiles nervously to ask, “What is it?” Hand over the grate over Vash’s heart, Wolfwood says, “... I was just thinking it would’ve been better had I met you sooner.” He hugs Vash from behind, and the background goes dark.

“If I were with you earlier, I’d been able to stop you from making dumb decisions. And protect you when you do.” Wolfwood’s expression is heavy as he looks down Vash’s back and says, “Then you’d at least have less of these.” He puts his face against Vash’s back, and Vash, mouth tight, thinks, “.. When he puts it like that... It’s so embarrassing somehow...”

Vash moves away and says forcefully, “But-- I don’t want you to protect me. Because then-- you’d get hurt.” Wolfwood angrily replies, “Huh? Are you forgetting-- Scars don’t last on me!” Vash angrily exclaims “Idiot!” and grabs Wolfwood’s collar.

Wolfwood, irate, goes, “Idiot!?” but Vash pulls down Wolfwood’s shirt as he leans their foreheads together. He exclaims, “I meant up here!” Vash looks upset and says, “Just because your body won’t leave anything-- doesn’t mean nothing every happened!”

Wolfwood grits his teeth as Vash continues, “So don’t say that-- I can take care of myself and I... wouldn’t want you to be burdened any-- mh?!” He breaks off with a loud sound of surprise when Wolfwood pulls him forward to kiss him.

Scowling very fiercely, Wolfwood demands, “Don’t call yourself my burden. That’s up to me!” Vash, flushed and scowling back with one hand raised to his mouth, shouts, “That’s what you’re upset about?!” For a second, they stay in the same positions, Vash braced over Wolfwood as they glare at each other, both labeled “upset.”

Then Vash turns somber and says, “These scars don’t bother me at all and I own responsibility for them... And... at least, I can count mines.” Wolfwood looks away as Vash touches his hair and says, “What about you?”

They lie down, Vash on top of Wolfwood as he says sadly, “I’m never going to know how many times you’ve been shot, how many times you had to drink that potion. (You won’t even tell me how it works...).” There’s a close up panel of Wolfwood’s eyes, tired and guilty, and Vash continues, “Don’t focus on me now... Please just protect yourself first.” Wolfwood responds, “You have to consider yourself first too.” Vash says, “This isn’t about me,” and Wolfwood argues, “Yes it is.” Vash says, “Nuh uh.”

There’s a final cartoony panel of them against white space: Vash pouting with annoyance at a ticked Wolfwood. Their next speech bubbles hover in white. Wolfwood aggravatedly shouts, “Listen to your own advice!”, and Vash exclaims, “Ack--! Don’t get mad, Wolfwood!!” “Fin” is written next to a donut and lollipop.

At the very bottom of the page is a cartoony sketch titled “Alt to p.4″. Vash presses their heads together and shouts, “I meant up here!” Wolfwood looks down with confusion at his bare chest. Vash looks down too, sweating. Wolfwood, squinting, says, “My ch--” but Vash cuts him off with a shrieked, “NO!!” End ID]

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[nimpnawakproduction]

The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

[peachyloveswriting]

How about vash n reader are in a relationship and vashs insecurity and fear gets the best of him so he tries to break it off to protect reader but reader aint fucking having it and is all like “if you truly mean it then look at me in the eyes and tell me you dont love me” and OBVIOUSLY he cant cause hes so in love and shit then they makeout makeup

I absolutely love the possibility of angst here, the hurt/comfort is calling my name right now. Thanks for the req anon. I know the Gif is from Trigun Stampede but this one will take place in the original, I just think it better fits the story.

YOU'RE A BAD LIAR --- Vash the Stampede

SUMMARY: A very short story about Vash finally admitting his insecurities. But how could he be so foolish, it's written all over him and you're not a fool.

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You stare at Vash, leaned up against the side of your house while he gazes off into the distance. He's wearing his shades again just to hide the look in his eyes, just so he doesn't have to look at you. He's so bad at hiding his emotions, even with the shades covering his eyes you can read the pain all over his face. His voice really gives it away.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Vash's voice rings out into the night, stirring the distilled silence floating around you. Even further he looks away from you.

"Because I love you." A simple answer for a simple question, but vash's instability isn't moved. He digs his hands deeper into his pockets and lowers his gaze to the wooden boards below his feet. "You shouldn't."

You frown, stepping forward to rest a hand on his arm. He shrugs you off. "Vash, don't be like this." From the moment you met him, he warned you time and time again about the dangers of crossing his path. You know well and good just what dangers he poses to you and yet you fight back against his word. "You know I won't leave you, it doesn't matter if it kills me-"

"it matters to me!" You jolt at his sudden shout. Surely it must have woke the neighbors. "I can't have you dead because of me. I won't let it happen. I'm done, I'm breaking this off now." He points to the ground and lightly stomps his foot.

Behind the shades, tears build in his eyes and threaten to spill. He can't stop his bottom lips from trembling with the urge to cry. He looked at you, damnit. He knows if he looked he would breakdown on the spot. How could he ever think of leaving you? He doesn't want too, but he's torn between keeping you close and cutting ties. Both burn the edges of his heart, daring to light his whole body ablaze.

"If you truly mean it, I want you to look at me in my eyes and tell me that you don't love me." You grasp his arm with a vice grip. His eyes meet you and the glint off his shades moves away. Eyes now fully in view, you can see right through his facade. He trembles in your touch.

"I can't." He sobs. "I can't say it. I won't." Every hard emotion he tried to portray crumbles in an instant. Longing for your comfort he pulls you close and wraps you tightly in his arms. His head is tucked away in the nape of your neck where you can feel his tears wet your skin and his breath tickle you. Smoothing your hands over his back you rub his through his coat while you shush his quiet crying.

He's given you his soul, the very gentle and kind soul that might break if you hold it the wrong way. Such a soft man melting right into your arms while he shudders and shakes. You're his world, he can't take the chance of getting you involved with him yet you're already in so deep. People will come after you soon enough, and the law will come for you too. Not a single person leaves his hold unharmed and it's sad.

Vash lifts his head. "Come with me. You can't stay here by yourself anymore." Despite the dangers he knows will find you out there with him, Vash knows he'll at least be there to keep you safe. As long as you're by his side nothing bad will happen. "I can't let you be here alone. If someone comes and I'm not here-"

You cup his face in your hands. "I'll be right by your side as long as you'll allow it." Your words are so kind and welcoming, it makes Vash's heart swell. Even knowing what fate might await you with him you always stick by his side, never daring to stray far from his grasp and keeping his insecurities away.

"I love you. I'm so sorry I even thought of breaking up with you." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "It'll never happen again, I swear."

With a kind smile you rub his cheek with your thumb. "It's ok. Just shut up and kiss me. That'll be your apology."

He nods and without question and presses his lips to yours. They meld perfectly together like pieces of a puzzle while you move in tandem. He is gentle and firm, not wanting to pull away in fear of it never happening again. Instead he nibbles at your bottom lip, his sharp canines poking a hole in your skin. Gasping for but a bright moment, you're stopped by his tongue intruding your mouth. You don't resist and close your eyes to let the feeling wash over you. The feeling of comfort and safety in his grasp. The one he offers to you anytime he's nearby. This is home.

[gffa]

So, I was probably always going to be fond of TRIGUN STAMPEDE just for new content for a story that I’ve loved for so long, but I wasn’t expecting to be blown away by how gorgeous it was, how well paced it was, or how well written it was. From just fully breaking the dial off when it comes to turning up Vash’s babygirlness to the conflict between love/pacifism and rage/retribution, that two people can fundamentally disagree and yet they love each other because the other one is who they are, and added in some wildly fun side characters, it wasn’t just a ride of a show, it has utterly consumed me. NOW I’M GOING TO MAKE MY PERSONAL FEELINGS HELL EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM by shoving a bunch of fic at you all and crying very loudly about how much I love all of these characters and that, if canon won’t give me a perfect happy soft ending, then by god I will make fandom do it! Thankfully, fandom has been providing, there are fics that have already healed something in me, so I hope they can make things better for you, while we all cry about how long a wait for the continuation is going to be. Join me in crying about the plants, you’ll only cry a little, I promise. (Please read the tags on any given fic, as there is a lot of plant genatalia, transmasc!Vash, omegaverse, pregnant male characters, and just general manipulation fuckery going on, and everyone’s lines in the sands are their own.) TRIGUN FIC RECS: ✦ but your grave was shallow so i carried you home by BeesKnees, knives & vash & cast, de-aging, 7.8k      Finally, he pulls the last bit of debris away. And there’s the body he’s been searching for – but not. He stares. It’s Vash, undoubtedly, but not Vash as he’s known him for so long. It’s Vash as he was, Vash as when they first arrived on this planet, young and even softer. ✦ are things still burning? (or can i come home?) by BeesKnees, knives/vash & cast/ocs, NSFW, 20.1k      Vash is so deeply asleep that he doesn’t so much as stir when Knives steps inside the room. His brother has been missing for months now, and it’s taken Knives longer than usual to track him down. Knives only understands why his brother’s been hiding from him when he sees the baby. Wrapped in Vash’s red coat, she coos up at Knives. ✦ i’m waiting for this house to burn down by BeesKnees, wolfwood & cast & background knives/vash, 6.2k      are things still burning (or can i come home?) told from Wolfwood’s perspective. (Otherwise known as the trials and tribulations of Uncle Wolfwood.) ✦ we’ve got to get back to that stinking garden by thecrazychatlady, knives/vash, NSFW, 9.1k      When Vash wakes up, Knives is dead. He knows he’s dead, knows because a piece of his heart has dissolved into ashes in his chest, and he feels the disintegrated pieces slosh around every time he moves. He also knows that Knives won’t stay dead, and that’s what motivates him into getting up every morning. He can’t be asleep when Knives wakes up. It would be disastrous. ✦ come down now by Anonymous, knives/vash, NSFW, 6.6k      Knives peers down at Vash, chin in hand. “He’s mine,” he says simply. “His first breaths were mine. Our hearts beat in time. And when you and all your kin are dust in the sand of this place, he will be mine still. Does that comfort you?” “No,” Roberto says. “No, it doesn’t. You think he’ll survive that?” “I will make him survive it.” ✦ Overdue spring (Four hundred and sixty nine days) by rizna, knives/vash, NSFW, 4.7k      “I shouldn’t have come.” “And yet here you are.” “Because—” “Because it’s been over a year since the last time we met like this, and you’re a ticking bomb, brother.” Vash winces at such undeniable truth. He can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t live without his body screaming for Nai. Nights are cold and he’s feverish, and even under the unforgiving sun, the freezing void in his chest leaves him shaking. He’s sick and his medicine is a face he shares and the first name he ever uttered. ✦ Fallen Communion by ibex_ascendant, knives/vash, NSFW, 6.7k wip      Fifty years after the Big Fall, Knives seeks out Vash for the first time. They try to make it work. ✦ affliction shall advance the flight in me by p1nk_x3, knives/vash, NSFW, 3.8k      Every year, Knives & Vash meet on the anniversary of the July Incident. ✦ but you can’t be free (‘cause i’m selfish, i’m obscene) by bukkunkun, knives/vash, NSFW, 14.9k      As the dust settles from saving Hopeland from certain death, Wolfwood finds himself taking care of a barely-cognisant Vash, who experiences a Plant bloom for the first time in ages. Unfortunately, independent Plants have neural links, and Knives, overprotective, madly jealous, and also in bloom, is never far behind. ✦ all that could have been by BeesKnees, knives & vash & cast, 9.6k      After discovering Nai and Vash, the first Independent Plants, Rem is only allowed to raise Nai. Vash is given to the research team for experimentation. There’ll be hell to pay when the twins reunite. ✦ how like a winter hath my absence been by MuseofWriting, knives/vash, NSFW, 4.1k      They bloom once a decade. It’s their time of truce. No matter how bitterly they fight, they find each other for their bloom. The alternatives, after all, are much worse. ✦ three day resurrection by Anonymous, knives & vash, 3.9k      (vash is kidnapped by bounty hunters and forces knives to retrieve him, but as he recovers, it becomes increasingly clear that something is wrong with him, and knives has to find out what it is, exactly). ✦ Contretemps by SerenePhenix, knives & vash & rem & tesla & cast, 2.6k      A look into the things that make Plants and humans so different, and that which unites them. All through the eyes of a reminiscing Vash. ✦ regret by Anonymous, knives & vash, 3.8k      Why didn’t you stop him why did you fail why did you let us die why did this happen why why why why. Vash has to look away, drowning in guilt. Knives only curls his lip at the sight, as if looking at a particularly unappetizing meal. They continue on. Vash doesn’t know where they’re going. It doesn’t matter anyways. ✦ hummingbirds by cloudycats, knives & vash, 3.9k wip      “Have you heard of Millions Knives?” doesn’t usually get a response, but “Have you heard of God?” sure does. Vash runs. It’s never far enough. ✦ Letters in the Bottom Drawer by jaybirddraws (simplestorange), knives & vash, 2.2k      Vash and Nai, throughout the years, between the lines. ✦ Guardian Angel by elisabomb (kurama3173), knives/vash, 5.2k      The death of Vash the Stampede shatters Millions Knives’ world into pieces. Never one to accept a cruel reality, he sets out to rewrite history, until he can have his brother back at his side. As many times as it takes. ✦ bloom by fizzyren, knives/vash, NSFW, 5.6k      Vash goes into heat, finds himself alone and in trouble with a group of humans. The humans don’t know that they have found themselves in trouble instead. They will learn soon enough when Knives appears behind them, razor sharp metal and rage. ✦ You Were Meant To Be Mine by Snakespell, knives/vash, NSFW, 5.7k      “So you really think the mass destruction will stop if Millions Knives gets laid,” Wolfwood laughed as he spoke. “Don’t be ridiculous.” ✦ knives rut twt drabble by fizzyren, knives/vash, NSFW, ~1k      Knives goes into rut, Vash just knows and goes to him to help. ✦ The Stars Would be Ours if Only You’d Let Them by MaladyMoon, knives/vash, nsfw, 3.1k      Or Knives brings Vash into a world of dreams in a desperate attempt to keep him. For a time, Vash is allowed to forget. ✦ Caressing Obsidian Keys Like Your Skin by alisayamin (sh_04e), knives/vash, NSFW, 1.1k      Once every few years or so, Knives reminds Vash who he belongs to. ✦ Carrying an Emptiness so Heavy by tirednbi, knives/vash, NSFW, 12.4k      (OR: Vash goes into heat and drops, but Nai comes along and reminds Vash that he has always been Nai’s mate–it’s just time for them to make it official. A long angsty buildup for a little bit of smut.)

[whirlwindimagines]

Hello! You're seriously one of the best writers for Trigun I've read! I'm super excited for future works!!! Would you be willing to write some angst? How about something like Knives continously pushing the reader away until the reader does truly disappear. You can decide how they disappear! But something introspective with Knives would be nice!

Anything for my number one fan 💙❄️💙❄️💙 CLOWN 🤡 I can’t believe you want to be down bad for Knives!!!!! Ignoring the fact I am too 🤡 I also can’t believe you read all my works get outta here 😭😭😭 song title is from Labour 😘 Also enjoy, I wasn’t sure where to go with this so open-ended it is! 

‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

Millions Knives x Reader

You need to be the bigger person and let it go, you think to yourself as you know you're not going to let it go. Fighting with Knives wasn’t anything new, honestly, it’s been increasing lately. It’s more oh how the arguments went, he was dismissive at best and a childish asshole at worst and you were sick of it.

Not being able to sleep was also making these worse, you don’t even remember the last time you for a full night's rest. Knives coming in at any and all odd hours to wake up to work to continue with his plans. You knew it was important to him, it should be important to you too, but not at 3 am. You wish you go back to the early days when you were blinded by your love and commitment to knives.

You might have been a naive fool back then, but you were happy at least. And now you were starting to have doubts the closer and closer Knives got to his goals you were wavering and you don’t know what to do if Knives figured you out.

Being afraid of Knives was new to, fuck you didn’t know what to do. You were torn, because as fucked up as it all was you still loved him. How pathetic, your door opens with a slam and it startles you more than it should. Sitting up your eyes meet Knives pale blue ones, his eyes always seemed to glow in the dark.

“Come here.” His tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, but you feel like pushing it, him this thing you have. “I need to sleep, just because you don’t doesn’t mean I’ll magically be capable without it” you lay back down with a huff, heart racing as his footsteps approaches the side of the bed. 

He reaches for you grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up, and it brings you to tears at how gentle his grip is even though his eyes are furious. “I wasn’t asking, I am not impressed by your latest tantrums.” 

You scoff you try to pull your arm back, but he tightens his grip, it’s not painful but you don’t know what will happen if you keep pushing. You know Knives was prone to violence, but he has never struck you. He probably wanted to, but Knives was complicated some days he couldn’t stand touching you the human you. And then some days he couldn’t leave you alone demanding your attention.

“My tantrums?” You hiss, you step into his face getting chest to chest with him, “if anyone been throwing a tantrum lately it’s you, I don’t want to fight with you Knives I’m tired. Why don’t you stay?” The more you talk the more the fight drains out of you. 

He drops your wrist, “if you won’t be of use then I have no reason for you.” He says it coldly and it hurts more than it should, “fine.” You reply, stepping back and sitting on the bed. “Goodnight, Knives.” He doesn’t reply as he turns and leaves, leaving you to yourself. 

Getting back under the covers, you force yourself not to cry. You’d deal with this in the morning, forcing yourself to sleep.

Morning comes quickly, you lay there for a while pondering what you should do next. You have no desire in talking to Knives, so you figure you’ll just work the day away. Knives will find you when he wants you, frowning at the thought. What were you a loyal dog waiting for their master's return?  

With that thought you force yourself from the bed and out of the room, leaving your mind perfectly blank as you continue throughout the day. Every once in a while, the memory of last night will play in your mind but you push it aside. You don’t see knives today, or the next, or even the next. 

He must be ignoring you, hating to admit you missed him. Fine if he didn’t want to talk to you, then you would seek him out instead. Marching through the halls with a purpose, you know exactly where he’ll be, already hearing the keys of a piano. He is still playing when you enter the large room, moving forward to stand beside him. 

Waiting for him to finish you speak, “I’ve always loved listening to you play, it’s been a while huh?” He doesn’t reply, and you frown reaching out a hand towards him you call out his name, and he turns quickly gripping your wrist.

“Why are you here.” So that’s how he wants to be, you sigh, “I just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t spoken– “ 

His grip tightens, and your breath hitches as he does his grip near painful, he stands narrowing his eyes at you, “whatever pathetic human emotions you are trying to convey don’t. You have become nothing but an obstacle to my endeavors.” 

You can only stare wide eyes, there is something different this time about the way he speaks to you, and your blood runs hot with anger. So, after everything, this is what Knives has come to? “Seriously? An obstacle? Is that all I am to you? After everything! All I’ve done for you it just means nothing.” 

Knives shoves you back harshly, and you stumble falling back and catching yourself on your elbows, he looks down at you as he speaks, “You are nothing to me, a means to an end.” You hate that the tears come, you hate that he’s breaking your heart and he doesn’t even care. Quickly getting to your feet the argument catches in your throat.

Fine 

You were done, this was the breaking point you needed out if that meant by his hand or yours. They would never let you escape, no not with you knew you needed to be clever, the weak and pathetic human Knives thought you were. Those who deserted the cause were met with death, you knew that yet you were not afraid.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, I won’t bother you again.” You can’t meet his gaze; Knives doesn’t say anything just scoffs turning his back to you. As if on autopilot you reach out a hand to him, but bring it back grasping your shirt over your heart instead. 

You leave and do not look back. 

Time is not something that Knives bothers keeping track of, day and night does not matter to him. And yet he knows the passing of time has been slow without you by his side. You’ll come crawling back, it was in your human nature to not leave well enough alone.

Knives presses the keys of the piano, not playing a tune but little melodies. His mind keeps drifting to you, he knew you liked to watch him play, in a moment of weakness he had asked if you wanted to to learn how to play.

And he hates the way your eyes lit up at his words, he hated more how you made him feel in that moment, but what he hated the most is the feeling of missing you. You who was just a human, nothing but a spark in his life that would sizzle out to nothing, and he would continue on as if nothing happened. 

Slamming his hands on the piano keys he stands; he turns heading towards your room. He doesn’t need you, he doesn’t. Knives just wants to… well he doesn’t know what he wants and that frustrates him to no end. 

Opening the door with our knocking, his pale eyes dart around the room you’re not here. Walking toward the bed he placed a hand on the sheets, they are cold you haven’t been here for a while. How strange considering your constant complaints about needing sleep. 

He leaves to continue his search but isn’t able to find a trace of you. He’s not concerned, he isn’t. But he’s searched the whole damn place and nothing like you’ve ever even existed. And for some reason that scares him, more than he wants to admit. 

Then he hears the rumors, you fled in the night and didn’t look back. How you probably didn’t get far, no deserter does. The first emotion was anger, at you for leaving, for betraying him. It was the emotion he held on to the longest, then he needed to act. You haven’t been found yet, and when you were he didn’t want you killed. No, he needed you back here so he could deal with you himself.

That’s what he kept telling himself at least, the more nothing came of the search the more desperate he felt for you, now you really have turned into a distraction. He can’t afford to spend his time looking for you, he knows he has more important things to be doing. 

Knives forces himself to focus on his goals, pushing you to the back of his mind and this works for a while. But when he’s alone, or can’t seem to concentrate his mind always drifts to you and he hates you for it because after everything deep down he knows he feels something for you. 

This is bad and he knows it, he has to let it go so he will for now.

a/n: @hermitagecats Love you! <3

[oikyskau]

Down to the last bottle

Trigun Stampede | Wolfwood x Meryl x Vash | Missing Scenes: Episode 10

A What If Meryl had managed to drag Vash into that elevator with her and Roberto, and stopped him and Wolfwood before it was too late?

Read on ao3 here.

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“How many drinks have you had, little miss?”

Meryl doesn’t remember, or care, how many of these twice her size kegs of whiskey she’s had. All that matters is that she still knows exactly why she’s drinking, can still see his face, the pain-filled smile, her name on his lips as life bled out of him. It’s seared into her brain, seeping into her skin and settling in her bones – an ache that will stay with her for the rest of her life. 

Even Wolfwood’s playful nickname for her only sends a pang through her heart. He’s right, isn’t he – she’s just a little girl who rushed into danger and got her mentor killed.

“I’m still average sized,” is what she says, remembering the way Vash would force his lips into a smile even when his heart seemed to have shattered into a million pieces.

“Still not big enough to down all that whiskey.”

Meryl almost laughs, but reaches for another swig instead. Before she can grab a hold of it, the bottle is snatched out of her hand with such vigour that her chair almost tips back. “Hey!”

Wolfwood just grins – not his usual one, but an emptier version, filled instead with the pain of a lost brother, of never-breaking chains. He lets himself fall into the chair next to her, shoulder bumping hers. “Sharing is caring,” he says and tips the bottle up.

They stay like this, enjoy that single moment of reprieve as long as they can. With nothing to do, Meryl feels her hands shake. Does she even deserve to make them rest? Shouldn’t she be going after those responsible for the empty seat across from them? 

“Did he ask for a drink before?”

The clank of the bottle being set back onto the table almost drowns out Wolfwood’s words. His muscles look stiff, like he wants to reach out but doesn’t know how.

“Yeah, he–,” she tries, but chokes up. Her throat feels so thick. As if stubbornly contradicting her thoughts, Wolfwood’s hand brushes over her back and settles between her shoulder blades. The sob wretches out of her mouth. 

“It’s my fault,” she sobs, and believes it, believes it in the very depths of her heart, “It’s my fault he died.”

“Hey now..”

“You know I’m right,” fingers curling into fists, nails cutting into her palm, “If I had just listened to him and stopped running into trouble, stopped sticking my nose into things I shouldn’t, then he wouldn’t– he wouldn’t have–”

“People die.” His voice sounds calm, repeating a phrase he’s told himself countless times before. And yet, his fingers dig into her skin, as if they hurt to say. “It might be your fault, it might not, but at the end of the day, people die. And you survived.”

Dragging her forearm across her face, Meryl snivels. “But it’s not fair.”

There’s bitterness in Wolfwood’s smile. “Life isn’t fair, princess.”

She’s learnt that now. To think that only months ago, she was living a cosy life with the only ambition of joining a newsdesk in the pursuit of justice, when she didn’t even know what justice was. The arm at her back sneaks around her shoulders, pulling her closer with a playful laugh.

“Any more confessions to make while your priest is sober?”

“Shut up, you’re not even a real priest.”

They both stiffen when they spot a familiar figure slouching into the bar. As usual, Vash had left without another word after both him and Wolfwood dragged Meryl out of that elevator. She’s glad he headed her warning for once and didn’t walk into what was so obviously a trap. Still, Meryl lets her eyes wander over him as he lets himself drop down on her other side. There is something void about him, like another piece of him had been forcefully chaffed away. 

But he’s here, with them.

Scooching over, Meryl carefully leans her head against his shoulder. She feels him stiffen, the physical contact too much and she almost jerks away to give him the space he needs. Before she can, his entire body relaxes, face sinking into her hair with a sigh. He nuzzles into her, nodding shallowly into Wolfwood’s direction. “How are you two holding up?”

Wolfwood raises his cigarette in a faux salute. “She’s down to her last bottle and this is my last cigarette. That’s pretty much it. What are you out of, blondie?”

Vash just laughs, pulls her a little closer. The message is clear.

Ever the observer, Vash nudges Meryl next, eyes burning into the gun lying on the table. “Did he give that gun to you?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, thinking back to that ugly spike of hatred that flared up in her, that want to take and take until what was taken from her was avenged, the emptiness when Wolfwood dragged her out. “I wanted to use it earlier. But I didn’t.”

His body presses closer to hers. “Meryl.”

“Tch,” Wolfwood scoffs, before she feels his arm back around her shoulder, fingers clamping around Vash’s coat, “you two are just the same. Seems like you’re gonna need me to look after you a little longer, huh?”

“If you want to be taken care of, Nico, just say so.”

She feels him smile into her hair. It’s a little broken, but they all are.

[disappointing-my-kid]

Im sorry I think I heard someone say angel Luigi? Like oddly born with wings? Learns to hid them? Magic? Maybe some sort of creature that latched on to baby Mario’s cries as a child? Shifted to match him but has the wings? Maximum Ride vibes? Hmmmmm. Trigun vibes? Maybe a lil bit of both!

Ok hear me out. But I warn you this isnt my typical post. Im tired and cold so it’s a mess but maybe ill clean it up later. Who knows.

Mario’s family was super freaked out at first but accepted it cause of how much it helped Mario. Like maybe he was sickly as a baby but this odd creature who looks like him is helping. Doctors told him he was gonna die. Now it’s a miracle. So they just raise Luigi too. Well guarded family secret. Maybe thats why Mario is so protective of his brother. Their mother believes Luigi an angel sent to save her lil baby boy. Their father thinks him a demon who will one day eat their little boy. Why else would it be helping if not for it’s next meal he claims. Luigi has no idea why he was sent here. Never a good enough reason for their father. Maybe their mother and Mario are the only two who really accept Luigi, rest of family share the fathers pov.

Idk how to tie this into bowuigi but just let me think of the middle part for now think of the end game!

Bowser finds an injured winged Luigi. Slap that man in a bird cage. Oops thats Luigi’s biggest fear. (Did you papa traumatise you Luigi or was it just me) anyway mans having a horrible time at all the bird puns. Yoikes hes heard those before get creative Bowser smh. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Bowser is pissed. Someone is lucky their so pretty up in that cage. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Luigi is blushing. GET THIS MAN SOME SKIPPY CLOTHING AND A GOLDEN CAGE NOW! Well now Luigi is mortified and horrified. Hes just a decoration now. Or a pet! Awww maybe they can give him a little collar. Oh how humiliating. Whats he got left now? Probably no more tears at this point. Hey Bowsers new pet doesn’t look so good. Oops someone stopped eating. Maybe actually be nice idk man you killing Luigi from the inside. Look at those soulless eyes. You did that Bowser you happy?

Cut to Bowser trying to bring some life back to Luigi. Awww hes making sure hes ok. Getting him food. An actual bed? A room? Who said the beast doesn’t have a heart? This is how Luigi remembers the story. Though he doesn’t understand why Bowser had a change. Of course Bowser saw the soulless eyes of someone begging for death and realised he done fucked up. Of course he never thought he would have greenie over this long anyway. Wheres that red pain in his side. It’s been ages? (Oops Mario is injured and thats why Luigi had his wings out. From protecting his brother. Maybe ill put Mario in a coma for sillies)

Anyway ever so slowly Luigi gets some pep back in his step. Though hes clearly more reserved. The kids (yes plural) helped. But Bowser can see the longing in Luigi’s eyes. The way the man just looks to the sky like an old friend. They had just started really getting along too. But if you love something set it free right? So he does. And Luigi doesn’t even hesitate. The moment he is uncollared (yea baby thats last to go lmao) and outside. The moment Bowser tells him to go he just takes off. As fast has those beautiful wings can take him. Can I get an F in the chat for Bowser and his broken heart.

Luigi is frantic to see how his brother is. Consumed with worry almost his whole stay in Bowsers castle. He could feel their link, their bond, and knew his brother needed him. Of course once he reaches Mario and grasps his hand Mario wakes up. Awww brotherly love (and nothing else ya goobers) is a magical sight. Literally Luigi is glowing and has wings. Neat says princess Peach.

Maybe once he is sure his brother is oi he can feel love sick about Bowser. And misses the kids. Now it’s Mario’s turn to see the longing look in Luigi’s eyes. Mario’s turn ti tell Luigi it’s ok to just go. Though he better tell his brother whats going on when he gets back. But maybe since im such a kind god ill make it painful for Luigi to show his wings. Like painful when they sprout. So he just walks to Bowsers castle. Who is probably smad. Lmao hes sad and mad. Though word filtered in of Mario being in a coma and he figured thats why Luigi needed to go. Anyway hes probably relieved to see Luigi back. So relieved he can feel mad about not even getting a goodbye. Oopsies. But they will make it. Im sure of it.

Ok I know this post is a mess but man I had to get this idea out of my head. I wanna draw it. And I just might.

[neverchecking]

Hello!!! I’m here to inquire about Aaliyah and Link’s full story as I can’t seem to find it in your Masterlist. If that’s ok? If it’s private and you just wanna just give out tidbits then that’s completely ok!!! I started reading your joint fic constellation and I’m hooked on it and the characters!!! I already went and asked about part four lol!

omgomgomgomgomgomgomg- OKAY I'VE REHEARSED FOR THIS-

I'm so glad you asked!

So, I did release one written portion already -> Here!

But! Im gonna be so real with you guys, I forgot I did it and have not worked on it at all fnofnf

I love answering questions about my girl so ask away! I'm also so glad you like constellations it has my heart fr. Part four is...on its way but with Kinktober and our adult lives (I'm a full time student and Bailey has a big girl job) it kinda got pushed back (And we're in our trigun eras). But it has been started!

So, let's talk about Aaliyah and Sage.

Their story starts in the Pre-Calamity era. Sage is still a knight, however, Aaliyah is now there too! She's a bastard child born out of wedlock to the village of Kakariko-- who take the phrase it takes a village a little too literally.

From very early in her life, Aaliyah is proclaimed the Sheikah Champion and spends her life training for this role. She learns ancient magic regarding rune extraction and usage (Basically how Impa fights in AOC) and in ancient swordsmanship.

She's taken to the castle with Purah and Impa and from there meets the other champions.

Her and Link didn't actually like each other all that much from the start? They were incredibly weary and on edge when the other was around bc of the other's skill set and how they could be an obvious threat to their current missions (Either protecting Zelda or staying with Impa).

Aaliyah actually made friends with Revali pretty easily because she wasn't gifted with this great courage or wisdom or any abilities. It was something she earned and worked incredibly hard to harness, like Revali's gale So they spent their free time talking shit about Link and the other champions in the garden for a while.

Link and Aaliyah only really started getting to know each other after a spar in the garden. Link kicked her ass, make no doubts about it (Lore accurate Link? Are you kidding? Aaliyah never stood a chance.), but after hearing her get her ass chewed out by Impa he bashfully offered a kind shoulder.

The thing about them that I LOVE incorporating into their story is that before they died? These two were honestly so adorable. In my head. But im giving you guess my head lore rn.

Like Aaliyah is the smart one out of them, okay? Let me set this straight. So, she knows things like sign language. So when she mindlessly does a wave of her hand to curse off a noble without them knowing? And Link, who ALSO knows sign language sees this?

OMFG- he chokes on his spit. And she looks over and just flushes this bright red, but has this shy little smile on her face because, 'hey, this guy isn't so bad?'.

Or Link just laying his head in her lap and letting her braid flowers into his hair while they sit in silence or he reads to her??

Or Aaliyah just sitting on a rock, pretending to be writing her daily prayers, but is really watching Link practice his swordsmanship with Fi?

They were that kind of cute.

ANYWAY-

So, in Eye of the Storm, I go into further depth onto how Aaliyah died-- protecting Link and Zelda.

If you haven't read it, heres the run down. They get surrounded by Yiga, and she dies because she sends Link and Zelda back with the slate, acting as a distraction so they have the time to leave.

Demon carver carves her ass.

Link watches, duh, because A) I needed him to have that trauma to form their relationship a little more and B) Traumatizing him is so fun.

Anyway, so she dies. The Sheikah are ancient beings with unyielding loyalty, since they follow the royal family everywhere this is obvious, and are hence incredibly loyal to their champion. They manage to save her with their plan B option. I'm pretty sure I wrote it as a makeshift shrine but it also is probably a little bit of black magic.

Anyway, a century passes. Aaliyah awakes in a place that had long since fell to ruins, mind blank and head empty.

But she's angry. She wakes up so mind numbingly angry and stomps off with her original slate. It's broken and doesn't work, but she uses it like a weapon. Eventually, she runs into Link! Woo, but like...

Imagine you lock two angry cats fighting for territory in a room and them throw a sprinkler in there.

They're both angry. They don't know anything, and resources are sparce, They fight, of course, and both eventually walk off with their tails between their legs. BUT they keep fucking meeting. AND ITS A PATTERN

Except they start relearning things! Like how to fight and how to use a bow, and they get better armor, better equipment. When Link shows up with a shield, she blows his ass up.

At some point, they start expecting to see each other. They stop fighting so much and instead share a campsite.

AND THEN- they happen to be walking towards a stable together and are just HIT with the imagery of her death <3

Thats also a mess that leaves them storming away from each other <3

They meet again in Kakariko and eventually talk it out. Aaliyah goes with him to the castle, does not fall through the floor, instead watched from above like :O. bc shes a dumbass.

She does make sure he stays alive though. Throws a fairy in a bottle at him at some point which hits him and he turns like >:( and she's just 'oops'.

Then they save Zelda yadda yadda. Aaliyah moves on with her life bc her and Zelda prolly hate each other (There is no prolly they do. They HATE each other. Like middle aged white women in PTA's.)

But, Aaliyah is such a big figure head to the Sheikah, there's no real escape. So her and Link slowly redevelop their relationship.

When the gloom starts spreading, Aaliyah remains at the castle base while they go to investigate, working with the people to sort them and everything.

Luckily for her, when Ganon is like >:) I'm back, she doesn't have to experience it first hand because she falls into a gloom pit. Takes her OUT man. She's stuck down there long enough that gloom probably sinks in and she gets super sick because of it

Eventually she finds this weird temple place right? And there's these parts right? Surely you see where I'm going with this

And so she builds this giant robot okay? In her tord Era (omg eddsworld is so old now that I think about it), and meets this...thing okay?

And the thing is like 🤨 u aren't swordsman link and aaliyah is like 🤨 yeah what of it?

And mineru is all ...u did all this? And aaliyah is like yeah suck it bitch. And then mineru is like "aight you cool then. Lemme show you this cool room. It'll give you a cool necklace AND a headpiece. And outfit ig"

So aaliyah gets that green neck piece and hairpiece I've drawn her with once. She doesn't care for the hairpiece but she'll wear it for special occasions.

The link appears FINALLY >:( AND they have this whole Spiderman moment where they're point at each other, as if shocked to see the other)

"I thought you were dead?"

"YOU FUCKING FELL THROUGH A HOLE AND DIDNT THINK TO STAY PUT SO I COULD FIND YOU?"

It's great.

So aaliyah gets her spirit stone as the Sage of spirits and her giant rock.

Then she visits purah gets her own purah pad. She gets to keep her bombs AND stasis bc I said so. And her giant robot.

From there they go around trying to bring order back to their hyrule bc like...Zelda isnt in danger really? They know where she is and she seems fine.

They get a new house bc someone took theirs smh (they were just roommates in that first house guys lmao) and take turns with the shrines to reduce the gloom in their systems

Okay sidebar; when I was doing that aaliyah and Tia bits I wasn't lying about aaliyah being like in hyrule but she's liked in the same sense Robin hood was liked. Nobles hate her

But tulin likes her and so does teba and saki

Yunobo does not.

Sidon and yona think of her and Sage like puppies. Like they are the embodiment of that one meme that's just

Zora, with either hanging off them: GET YOUR FUCKING HYLIAN

Sidon/ Yona: they don't bite 😊

Zora: YES THEY FUCKING DO-

riju also likes them. They are the Honorary siblings of hyrule even if they claim to hate everyone.

There are few people that have gotten through

That being said, they are scary to the average stablehand

They are scarred and ragged and look like if you breath at them wrong they'll fucking gut you.

Which they might but that's not the point

Eventually they run out of reasons to not fight Ganon and have to go...do that

This one they take on together bc they are common law married bc I said so

They've spent so much time together now its only natural. Like yeah its not gay to kiss the homies goodnight but its a little gay when you guys live together cook meals together and lay on the couch talking about life together

Even historians are calling them lovers at this point

So they save Zelda! I hate how end of totk goes and I think she should've STAYED a dragon but also I need her human for the drama between her and aaliyah. Maybe she has horns and scales and she's also now a little fucked up.

Sage KEEPS HIS RAURU ARM HE DOES NOT GET HIS NORMAL ARM. thank you.

Aaliyah and Sage mostly try to live a normal life but yk...

Natura tries to demand Sage back to his knightly role but after everything that just happened he's like "not a chance"

He becomes a lovely househusband that terrifies newcomers in Tarrey town but the locals love him

He offers protection quality recipes and is willing to go Gerudo for this one ingredient Harriet needed for her stew that night

Aaliyah remains a diplomat of sorts since people trust her rather than this figurehead for focused on digging through the remains of her people for info on tech they shouldn't ever try to harness rather than ..yk.... govern.

She tends to stick close to Sage tho

Their relationship is very...codependent. I think I've said this before but these two learn to rely on each other

Its not healthy and I don't condone this type of relationship but it's so fun to write

These two are disgustingly reliant on the other. It's the type of relationship where they only do self care things for the other person to know they're okay

They are grossly jealous individuals, incredibly possessive and will have extremist reactions to people trying to flirt with what's theirs

I cannot emphasize how toxic this is for anyone. But these two make it work

Only these two who are FICTIONAL. THIS IS NOT THE TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP THAT IS HEALTHY. DO NOT LOOK FOR THIS IN A PARTNER.

These two have a history together and with their broken psyche it gets twisted.

But they're happy together and stop their other half from destroying hyrule.

And in the end that's all that matters <3

If you have any other questions regarding these two I'd be more than happy to answer them 😊😊

[mad-aims]

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I’m Aims, a 30+ artist (any pronouns I don’t care) that loves Good Omens. It’s my favourite. ❤️❤️❤️

Favourite show, favourite book. It holds a very dear place in my heart.

That’s my artwork of 00s Crowley at the top of the page. I’m very proud of that one! 🥰🥰🥰

In case you weren’t sure, my favourite character is Crowley; I kin with him and I absolutely adore him! I’m also a huge ineffable husbands shipper too! 🥰

Other stuff I blog: Sometimes Doctor Who, things Neil Gaiman has posted, things with David Tennant, things with Michael Sheen, things with the both of them.

Oh I sometimes blog updates on my seedlings. Yeah I’m growing some baby trees and I’m really proud of them. I named them Vash and Knives. 🪴🪴

I originally started this blog as a Trigun blog (I love anime!) but I’ve gotten the brain rot for Good Omens again. I don’t think it’s going to leave me for a very long time.

Reason being, I suffer with mental health problems; specifically anxiety and depression. I watched Good Omens when I was going through a very dark patch in my life and it’s cliche I know, but it really helped me get my zest of life back. Obviously it wasn’t the only thing. A lot of it was pure hard work and determination, also the love and support of my family and friends, but watching it helped a lot. I decided my life was pretty good actually and well worth living, I got my creativity back that I thought I’d never have again, I fell in love with those two idiots and wanted to be a part of their world. Now I’m always drawing art of them, reading fanfics about them, joining in with discussions about them and sometimes even slightly poking fun at them.

Also thanks to watching Good Omens with its amazing cast of queer characters, I’ve since come to terms with myself as a person and the fact that I’m bisexual.

Who went off on a tangent there! 🤣

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[alena-reblobs]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol7

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1 Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1 Vol02 Part 2 |

Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 |

Vol06 | Vol07

Thoughts on Vol07! Kinda spoilery for vol8 in my analysis, but you all probably already read this anyway :)

Definitely the "mom looks right through this shit" look

Little Knives just wanting to be accepted, being so afraid of rejection that he cries out of relief! Sweet little guy, what happened to you :(

(little note to the stampede version: I love Stampede very very much, though the one detail where I would have liked them to stay closer to the manga is making you Knives the more vulnerable one. In Stampede I think they are putting more emphasis on his love for his brother, and his feeling of duty to protect him as the "older" and "only one with powers". That his whole acting later is a result of his fear, of him being scared and answering with violence as the only solution he can think of. I like that in the manga a lot, because it's giving his character so much complexity! But, I'm very eager to see what they will do with Knives in s2 of Stampede!)

2 creechures

Vash is noticing how dusty this part of the ship is. Also, at first I thought these were their footsteps, but because of the way the feet ar moving and how the steps point in different positions, I guess it's Rem's footprints in the dust he's seeing!

Oh look! The eyes of all the people they had been looking forward to meeting earlier, now piercing them with their cold and cruel stares!

Vash, too weak to protest but not wanting to be saved. And probably touched by a human in this moment, even if it's Rem : (

Looking so much like a cornered animal here...

I'm gonna repeat it like others have already said...doesn't this sound all too familiar to what Vash once said to Wolfwood? Also insane mom instinct by Rem to just grab the knife without blinking to stop Vash from stabbing himself.

Chills on this page!

Rich coming from the one who's the most afraid of all. Also love this change in the atmosphere suddenly...and Vash is noticing some behaviour change, and that it's not good, but he also doesn't know what it means (how could he though) and what to do...he's just a kid!

These two pages directly following each other (right first, then left) are just...so poetic. Beautifully cruel.

THANK YOU WOLFWOOD for trying to lift his spirits!

Then we get the two nice seeming criminals that they save from the rope. This little fun get-together before all comes down, is really something Vash needed...just some people who don't care what he did.

And then we get this page, also one I really like.

Tell us your secrets, lonesome cowboy.

That scene before making every first-time reader go staring in shock at the pages before turning to this one. And Wolfwood...not wanting to burden Vash with his worries or whatever that was!! DDD: Course Vash noticed, his looks says enough and the blank space of the panel where his back is turned to us indicates so as well. Those two. I will properly start with my Vashwood yearning with my vol08 recap (this just as a possible warning) but oooough.

Elendira having no fun in gutting people??? Can't have that, can we.

This is such a pretty drawing, also giving me feels of religious paintings or sculptures.

I want a spinoff with just the Gung Ho Guns crew, much like the Organization XIII in the Kingdom Hearts manga looks like an assembly of poorly organized idiots.

Awesome pages and speech. Vash must be one of the dearest characters ever created in existence.

Oh, his Knives senses are tingling!

And with the end of Vol7 we are being thrown into an age of chaos and despair! Yay!

[monroestkartier-online]

Love and danger( Trigun Stampede Fanfic)

As the sun began to set over the dusty town of July, you found yourself sitting outside of the local bar, waiting for Vash the Stampede to arrive. You had been working for his brother, Millions Knives, for the past few months, but ever since you had first met Vash, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. You knew it was dangerous to have feelings for the legendary outlaw, but you just couldn't help it.

As you sat there, lost in thought, you suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You looked up to see Vash walking towards you, a smile on his face. "Hey there, (Y/N)," he said, taking a seat beside you. "What brings you out here?"

You felt your heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice. "Oh, just waiting for a friend," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Vash nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, if you're ever in need of a friend, you know where to find me."

You felt your cheeks flush as you looked at him, unable to believe that he was actually flirting with you. "Thanks, Vash," you managed to say, trying to keep your cool.

As the night wore on, you found yourself getting more and more comfortable around Vash. You talked about everything from your past to your hopes for the future, and you couldn't help but feel a deep connection to him. But just as the night was starting to wind down, you heard a voice behind you.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

You turned around to see Millions Knives standing there, a wicked grin on his face. You felt a cold sweat break out on your forehead as you realized that you had been caught.

"Knives, what are you doing here?" Vash asked, his tone suddenly serious.

"I'm here to collect my employee," Knives replied, his eyes flickering over to you. "You know that she's under contract to work for me, Vash. You can't just steal my workers."

Vash stood up, his hand hovering over the handle of his gun. "She's not a piece of property, Knives. She's a human being with free will."

Knives laughed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're so naive, Vash. You'll never be able to change the world with that kind of thinking. But I'll let you have her for now. Just remember, (Y/N), you belong to me."

As Knives walked away, you felt a sense of dread settle in your stomach. You knew that you were in deep trouble, but you also knew that you couldn't stay away from Vash. You were in love with him, and nothing would ever change that.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself torn between your loyalty to Knives and your feelings for Vash. You continued to work for Knives during the day, but at night, you would sneak out to meet Vash in secret. You knew that you were risking everything by being with him, but you just couldn't help yourself.

One night, as you and Vash sat together under the stars, he turned to you and took your hand. "I know that this isn't easy for you," he said, his eyes searching yours. "But I want you to know that I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you looked at him. "I know, Vash. I trust you."

As the two of you sat there together, holding hands, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. You didn't know what the future held, but you had a feeling things would work out.

[lesbienbys]

so I recently just read all of the trigun manga in like 2 days bc I'm mentally ill (which I don't recommend bc my head hurt from crying all day) and it's literally changed my life. The characters, the themes, the story, everything was literally perfect and tailored for Me.

Spoilers for the whole manga series from here!

One of the first things that left me stunned about this series was the first two scenes in trigun of vash in his angel form. The panels are just so stunning and had me devouring the beautiful yet kind of fucked up concept. I love how the angel form isn't just *insert pretty angel wings* but is kind of all over the place and weird, but still really cool looking (for me anyways). Also the whole being a plant is SO dope and vash's hair getting darker as he uses his form more is just *grips table* I love.

What stood out to me and was the positive light in this series when shit got really heavy, was vash's connections with humans. You realize that he's been alone for 150+ years and many people who he connected with either died from non-natural causes or grew too old. And he's always left surviving on his own. And even if he has people who he connects with in the present (his home with his sensei or lina and her grandma) he doesn't stay for very long. With the exception of meryl, milly, and wolfwood who we see with him throughout the story. I personally would have liked to see a bit more from the girls, especially milly, but let me say I adore them so much. They are so swag.

Now let me get into wolfwood. This fuckin' guy has literally jumped to being my favorite fictional character of all time. 90% of the time when I cried it was because of this dude. I'm not good at explaining why I like certain characters, but his dynamic with vash just hit a certain way. The fact that he was able to click with someone like vash, who he both admires and dislikes because of his persistence with his ideals, is such a good way to show the difference in their characters. In the beginning wolfwood didn't care about shooting people if it meant he survived, and then near his death you can see him not taking the kill shots on his enemies. And one of my favorite things in media ever is seeing someone change because of another person. Also speaking of change, when wolfwood in the beginning is like "I don't think I'll ever change" when talking about murdering people and then later on vash is like "you can change" HDKFJSHD I'm in pain. How are they so good.

More on wolfwood, I think his death scene is one of the most beautiful death scenes ever. Like of course I didn't want him to die (tbh he had so many death flags that I was pretty prepared for it) but if I had to make him go out?? That's exactly how I would've done it. The confetti raining down, knowing that he saved his family, getting to finally treat vash to a drink even though the whole knives thing wasn't over yet.... like he got what he wanted! And I can't really complain about that because he deserved that (and so much more). But also wdym he died I just saw him in starbucks yesterday.

So yeah I think the connections that vash has with others is my favorite part of the series. The fact that he's more human than many actual humans. The way he loves humans with all his heart and believes in their existence. There's so much hope wrapped up in this funky little piece of media.

[alena-draws]

It's 2 am and I am genuinely screaming at your art. I always do, but christ. I usually check out in case you've uploaded something new, your art is a strong creative reference point for me, I hope you know that. It makes art feel fun again.

A lot of the art you post might be doodles and quick sketches, but they have so much life in them, and emotion, and I always, always love seeing it. I have a bunch of your drawings saved in a folder for reference whenever I'm stuck and feel like I should have some more fun, and enjoy what I'm doing. Then I go look at it, and feel immediately inspired, and go back at it.

I started seeing your art because of bnha, and THEN I realized that OH? YOU ALSO GOT INTO TRIGUN? My god, I read the post you wrote about the series just being...wonderful--and it REALLY IS,. No spoilers for anyone, just..it's good. its so, so good for so many reasons, and it hit a chord in my little heart, and now youre making art of it? Dont mind if I do???

I read that you were trying to focus this blog into more serious art, and thats fine, although if you were to also post your funny little doodles anywhere else, whatever they may be about, just say where and I'll be around too >:)) its always so very nice to see anything at all. So, yeah. screaming. I just saw the most recent trigun sketches and UGH. Theyre so fine. The cHARACTERS ARE SO FINE. id rant about the complexity and simplicity of it all. You art really shows Vash's emotions, and..ah, it hits the spot. So uh, yeah! You're awesome, keep doing awesome. Sorry about the long message, don't feel pressured to answer ^^)!

Aah thank you so much for that sweet ask!! The fact that you have art saved in a folder and that it helps you get back to drawing when you feel stuck, that makes me so happy to hear! It's in a way one of the best things I could hope to achieve, because even though as an artist you draw for your own joy, if I can move other people or even better, inspire them to do art too, then I'm super glad :') I hope you keep on having fun and enjoying doing art!

Also oh yes like many other people I got deep into Trigun...(I might just add some more to that post that you mentioned, because I haven't yet expressed all that I wanted to say about that show)

Don't worry, the funny little doodles will stay here and continue to be uploaded! What I mainly meant by keeping this professionall-y is, that I mostly want to post art, not too many text posts, because I want my Tumblr to function as a kind of online portfolio/art archive. That works here just a bit better than on Twitter.

Again, thank you so much! I'm really happy you like my stuff so much and took your time to write such a kind, long message! Have a beautiful day and weekend!

[fandom-with-no-hope]

A trigun fanfic written by my beloved wife.

Warning: Spoilers for Trigun

Just a silly fic I inspired her to write when we talked about the fact that everyone Vash loves would die before he does.

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Again.

Alone again.

You would think that being alive for such a long time would have make it easier, to accommodate to loneliness, but sadly, he was nowhere near the relief of the calm.

The silence resonates through his head, through his heart, and as he walks in the sand, the only things that keeps him grounded are the gun resting on his hip and the cross in his back, the only remnant of his beloved.

It all felt quite strange, how he got used to lives thriving, dancing around him, and acting like he was one of them. But now, the only feeling echoing in his heart is one of a hole, absorbing and consuming any hopes or joy he could’ve had.

It all felt surreal, how such a beautiful journey, such beautiful beings came to an end so abruptly.

Again.

This isn’t like this was the first time, he had to walk alone, or stand there, but now, it all felt different.

Like something was missing.

And he knew very well what that something was, he always knew, since he met them, since he met him, he always knew that he would never feel the same as he ever did.

And still, despite knowing that, he threw himself into it, into all of it, because there was no other way to fulfill his wish, Rem’s wish, and to live his life to the fullest.

But did it have to hurt this bad to live his life this way?

Wasn’t this enough?

He promised her to live her life to the fullest, but at what point was this considered enough? How much did he have to live, to love, to loose and to dream about to be considered done?

As he walks, he wondered if any other being could relate to the feelings he had to bear, all consuming and all overwhelming, but nevertheless his.

What will he do now?

He didn’t even question himself about it, because for him, the present, the past or the future, all of that seemed strange, like all notions of time were never real.

But he knows, that once, he used to know this, used to know this notions by heart, and play wih them as he pleased.

He lived his life from day to day, savored every minute, every second he spent, engraving them in his memories, keeping record of all the things he did, had done, does or will do just in case, one day, he had to leave it all.

And there he was, alone.

He hadn’t left anything.

He stayed right there.

He did everything, loved every second he spent on this planet, every second he spent with them, with him. He didn’t want to leave anything behind, he was ready to stay, right here and there, not to move an inch, if it meant having one more second, one more day.

But despite all his efforts, everything seemed to slowly fade away, like sand falling through his hands, inevitable.

Even if it meant watching him drift away, get older without him, it was okay as long as they did everything together.

But no, he had to be left alone, abruptly, again.

From the moment he drifted away from him, the joy, the desire to live, it all seemed shut down, evaporated, like a fire blown away.

So there he was, walking, alone under the vibrant sun, and even though he had been walking like this for hours, days, years, nothing seemed to hurt as bad as what he had felt that day.

Years after years, the world changes, it doesn’t wait for you to move on, to keep going, it changes without a sign, without a warning and as he stood there, with only the remnants of the memories of the love of his life being the memories and that cross, he decided to straiten up and look at the sky. And right in front of him, like it knew what happened, his moon was right in front of him, full.

Ha.

You’re here my dear.

He then went on to put down the cross, his cross, and closed his eyes, his entire body turned to his moon.

Your smile is still as bright as ever dear.

And then, it hit him, he realized it.

With a low chuckle, he whipped away the tears falling down as the realization struck him.

He was never alone, they were right here, by his side, as they always were and as they always will be, no matter where or when, or how.

He will never be alone again, as long as he remembers everything, as long as he remembers them, as long as he remembers him and the time they spent together.

Opening up his eyes, he smiled at his moon one last time, and sighed as if his burden was finally released closing his eyes for the last time.

A soft humming come out from his lips, soft and calm, and as the roots began to spread from him he realized he finally achieved what he hoped to be for mankind for the first time.

This night, a tree took root in the unforgiving sand of No Man’s land, as big as the biggest skyscraper from July, and allowed others smaller plants, flowers to bloom around him, except for one place, the one where a cross was planted, standing next to the tree, fierce and strong.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Acceptance (Trigun) fanfic

summary: Vash comes to realize that he has been accepted as he is. Even the things that tend to put more scars on both his body and his heart.

characters: Vash the Stampede, OC

content: mention of violence, mention of injuries, injuries, blood, cleaning up injuries, stitches, tending wounds, romance

The night was quiet as the stars came out in full. Vash currently sitting the wrong way in a chair to hug the back of the chair and stay still. While Retha saw to getting him stitched up and cleaned of blood. The recent fiasco having been a rather nasty criminal escaping from the sheriff's office to try and make an escape. The criminal having taken the sheriff hostage for Vash and Retha to mount a rescue with several townsfolk. The end result being that Vash had saved everyone. At the cost of getting seriously injured once again.

Retha turned the radio on for gentle piano music to sound through the room. Her duffel bag open to fetch all her medical supplies and start the ritual of tending to bleeding injuries. Vash chose to stay still as Retha began with the gunshot wound in his left shoulder. Practiced touches soon removing the bullet for it to clunk into the bowl. Vash giving a hiss of air as Retha cleaned out the bullet wound for Vash to ty very hard to not curse out loud. Retha then seeing to stitching the still bleeding bullet wound closed before adding a medical glue over the injury. Another hiss escaping the blonde for Retha to bandage it up.

The next injury Retha saw to was the gash on Vash's side. Where another bullet had clipped into his frame to slice into his ribs. Vash moving his arm to give Retha better access as she cleaned the weeping gash with care. Which meant that Vash was able to see Retha's face. Her expression was one of deep concentration as much as fatigue. Making the churning guilt sharpen tenfold. So Vash blinked a few times before tears fell. His voice dry and hoarse. "Sorry..." Retha didn't pause in her movements to start stitching that bleeding gash closed with practiced hands. Those soft grey eyes staying on her work as she replied back with a deep note to her voice. "I know, Vash. We both know you have to save those in your reach. Even if it means pain and possible death. It's part of who you choose to be and have become. I have no real right to try and change that in you. Not when what you choose to do is out of genuine love for others."

Vash held his breath at Retha's words for her to soon clean the gash in his side. Making him hiss to take a few harsh wheezes for air. His eyes leaking as he whispers out aching words. "I know that it's reckless. I know it hurts you, Retha. Yet the way you say that... It hurts to hear it." Retha finished with the medical glue to then bandage the wound. Her sigh one of acceptance. "But it does need to be said, Vash. We need to accept this way that we have chosen to live. So I will say it here and now. I choose to accept all of you. As you are and as you choose to be. I love you. So I will choose to love you and live my life with you. Whatever happens, wherever we go. I commit to us and all that means."

Retha started washing Vash's back free of the blood and grime as Vash soaked those words into himself. His eyes out of focus as their meanings crash into his entire being to leave him speechless. All the love and comfort in those spoken vows having Vash tremble in the chair. Until the emotions bubble over for him to whirl around and sweep Retha into a crushing hug. Her gasp turning into a grunt for her to drop the wash rag onto the floor. Yet she soon wraps her arms around Vash to sigh into his hair. A feeling of deep affection and love soon known to them both as Retha moved to start kissing Vash. Lips pillow soft for Retha to then kiss his tears away. Vash giving a few sobs and hiccups as Retha showered him with love and comfort. Until Vash is left with just his feelings of love and acceptance. Retha soon humming to help Vash stand and walk him to the kitchen sink. "Come on. Let's get clean water and get the rest of you clean."

[biggiedraws]

[tags on my last post comparing trigun stampede to 98] um. so. i went back through my trigun tag to find the post i was referencing here and. turns out i never actually posted it and its been sitting in my drafts for 3 months (since july 25, to be exact). so here it is! its kinda unfinished but i dont wanna change it too much bc it was my interpretation while i was halfway through 98. anyway enjoy.

watching trigun 98 after stampede is so funny bc why is every character a completely different person. like its not just vash its every single member of the main cast. do you think stampede!meryl would have the balls to hold a gun up to vashs head. be so for real

ESPECIALLY wolfwood. stampede!wolfwood was extremely untrusting and untrustworthy right outta the gate. youre immediately like "whats up with this guy. is he gonna stab vash in the back or what". and his character just kinda stays like that the whole time. but 98!wolfwood is like. hes trying to scam people. hes giving food out to children. he manipulates vash into entering a quick-draw competition. hes very obviously hiding something, and unlike vash he doesnt wear his heart on his sleeve so you have NO idea how much of what youre seeing is fake. he and vash have both clocked that the other is hiding who/what they are but they havent addressed it and it adds SO MUCH FLAVOUR to their relationship. all that, and hes only been onscreen for 2 episodes! i can certainly see him becoming the wolfwood we see in stampede, or i can see the characteristics we see in stampede being introduced in 98 very naturally, but the other way around just. doesnt work.

i. realized as i was writing that last paragraph that wolfwood is introduced scamming people and feeding random children in stampede as well. but its. different? it feels very fake in stampede, like youre not supposed to trust him. like hes giving candy to the child specifically to get vash and co. on his side (which he is. we find out later that it was a setup). but in stampede it feels a lot more real. if its a trick, its one the viewer isnt meant to pick up on yet. and thats the difference- yeah, they may both be a ruse to trick vash, but waiting to reveal it to the viewer makes him seem a lot better at it. the characterization in stampede is "vash is naive for trusting wolfwood when hes so obviously untrustworthy" while in 98 its more like "wolfwood is pretending to be someone hes not and hes so good at it that even you, the all-knowing viewer, didnt know". the former isnt bad characterization, but it is redundant- thats like the one thing we know about vash.

and of course. the fact that they fully replaced milly. and they didnt even replace her with someone who fills the same role! they made meryl the rookie (which doesnt suit her at ALL) and replaced the long-suffering senior with some drunk guy who wasnt interesting and didnt do anything. was he even in the original?? - i just checked. he wasnt.

okay its present-biggie again. sorry for the awkward ending but like. i dont really wanna draw any conclusions here bc i dont remember what my original conclusion was gonna be. i usually figure out what point im trying to make while i write these and i think i got stuck here, put it in my drafts to come back to later, and forgot about it. but theres some good stuff in here so im just gonna post it as is :3