TG: holy shit
TG: hahaha god how many daves are there now??
TG: fuckin
TG: whole goddamn point was there couldnt be two real daves but heyyy there you are!! goddamn!
TG: whats your secret man. got fuckinnn... legs and everything look at those things
TG: goddamn
@shitty-davesprite-daily
TG: uh
TG: damn i ran out of words to say this is a pretty fuckin weird situation
TG: how many daves can a davechuck chuck if a davechuck can chuck daves or something
TG: though those are some sick ass feathers
TG: hows it feel havin that
TG: wispy shit
TG: do you even feel anything in your lower body regions
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Tattooed lips
(make for a great kiss)
tattooed + piercings Vash/reader
TRIGUN SERVER GIVING ME IDEASSSSS this is gonna be a short drabble but hehehe (PLOT TWIST ITS NOT I LIKED THIS PROMPT WAYYYY TOO MUCH)
@cowboylivio AND @coffinbeananteiku
“When did you get your piercings?”
You wonder aloud, pencil spinning in your hand. Your mind had drifted from studying long ago, laptop opened to a non flash version of Papa’s Sushiria. The nostalgia had interested you enough for awhile, having you in its grasp before boredom crept upon you once again.
“Huh?” He turned to you curiously, blonde hair swaying gently. “Oh, well I got my industrial first.” He leans more to brandish the piercing, silver bar piercing the auricle of his ear. “It was easy enough to hide from Nai.. for a few hours.” He chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.
“Oh my god, how’d he react?”
“Absolutely hated it.” Vash shakes his head, amused by the memory. “He said it was unprofessional, but I think he was probably jealous.” He grins, showcasing his smiley.
Cute.
“And that one?” You gestured towards his teeth.
“This one was from.. summer of graduation, Nick dared me to let loose a bit since I was stressed over becoming a freshman here.” He rests his head against his hand, “I uh, also got my first tattoo.”
“Oooohh..” You spoke with interest, “What was it?”
He flushes a bit, before an awkward chuckle escapes his lips.
“A uh..” He pauses, “A tramp stamp..” His face blooms red with sudden bashfulness.
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah. I’m matching with Nick, actually. You uh, you wanna see?” You didn’t think he’d actually let you, but you nodded, “Sure.”
He shifted, moving to turn away from you as he gingerly lifted his shirt. His back was a bit scarred, and revealed a beautiful yet simple heart and outstretching designs adorned on his lower back, dangerously close to the hem of his sweatpants. “Thoughts?” His voice tinged with curiosity at your lack of response- you must’ve been staring for too long.
“You mean thot?” You giggled, an attempt to catch yourself, “It looks nice though, suits you.”
“You think so?” He turned to his original position, practically beaming.
“I know so.” His dimple piercings seemed more obvious with his pleased smile, “And those?”
He looked taken aback for a moment, before speaking, “Oh, I got these a few months ago.” He blinks, observing you. “You’d look cute with something though.”
H-huh?
“Like what?”
“Like another tattoo I’ve got.” He smirks, “You wanna see?”
This feels like a trap. One that you don’t mind, though.
So you nod.
He seems positively eager as his hand moves to tug down his bottom lip, thumb and index finger pinching it to reveal the gums of his bottom teeth and..
Babygirl, in flowing black letters.
“Meryl dared me to get it.” He continues through his pinched lip, “You think it suits me?”
“I can’t tell if it’s hilarious or..” You trail off, half wanting to break into a laugh and half wanting to.. to..
“Or what?” He questions you.
“Or... uh, or hot.” You feel heat rising to your face, hands fidgeting in your lap. He releases his hold on his lip, beckoning you closer. “You uh.. you wanna kiss me?” His tongue darted out to lick his lips nervously, then around one of his abnormally sharp canines. You wondered if he got that done at some place too, or if that was natural. You didn’t care either way, Vash was a beauty beyond words.
He tenderly held your jaw with his warm hand, cool metal meeting with your shoulder, then down to your back as he kissed you. His lips were soft, although a bit puffy with him repeatedly biting his bottom lip in focus while studying earlier.
God, was he something.
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