#return it to him in tristamp

[mr-shimurka]

It’s VASH THE STAMPEDE B-DAY🍩

- 21 july -

[trigunwritings]

“Your plan has failed. Now let’s end this.”

Trigun Stampede #12, High Noon at July

[lady-ika]

hands you love and peace

[origamiyoda]

im sure this has been touched on before but im literally quite obsessed w the like. subversion of religious themes and symbolism in trigun.

[prettyboykatsuki]

You may have gotten this question before but would you ever write for Vash? I’d love to see your interpretation of him

honestly yes ! ! with fear of sounding pretentious i didnt like tristamp much bc i preferred the 1998 version (which is also why i do not talk abt it much on here) but i do like vash in his absolutely sopping wet character

[millionsvash]

could I request smut with a chubby afab reader and tristamp vash? :3 -🐸

Forever and always. We big girls deserve our love.

Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Word Count: 1949 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very tiny mention of body image issues, a singular spank, cunnilingus, fluffy smut, lots of praise. No pronouns are used.

Your fingers squeeze at the excess stomach sticking out in front with mild discontent. You don’t hate your body, but you certainly don’t love it either. It’s not something you mull over quite often…but sometimes you could feel your mind amble towards negative thoughts.

One thing is for certain: you look radiant in this new lingerie set!

The way the cups hug your breasts, giving them a lift that makes them full of life. The way the underwear hugs your hips, leaving a small impression on your skin. The color that matches so perfectly with your eyes. You bow forward, admiring your plump rear in the mirror. You were going to give yourself a playful spank, but someone eagerly beat you to it. 

You careen forward in surprise as a hand makes rough contact with your ass, making you reach back to soothe the pain. You turn on your heels to give him a side eye, one that he brushes off.

He’s all smiles and looking at you like you’re a prized wine.

“Sorry, too forward?” Vash teased you playfully. “I just thought you looked absolutely stunning. Quite a surprise to return to."

“Oh, do you like it?” You ask with genuine curiosity. “I’ve been eyeing it for a while. I feel like everything I wear is so…plain. It’s hard to find anything flashy in my size."

You certainly weren’t the only big girl in the town, but many other women your size had taken up sewing to make their own clothes. The shopkeepers decided it wasn’t profitable enough to stock up on bigger sizes if only a tiny handful of customers would actually purchase them. But you didn’t have time to learn that; you already worked your ass off at your job. Any free time was spent doing what you wanted to do or spending time with Vash whenever he visited town.

Vash could see you were a bit lost in thought, but his sweet laugh pulled you back into the conversation. “Sunshine, you don’t need to have flashy clothes. You’re a 10 out of 10 in anything you wear."

How…cheesy. You’re mildly bitter that it made you blush.

“What if I want to have flashy clothes, hm?” You retorted. “Sometimes I want to wear something more than just…neutral colors and cotton clothes."

“Hey now, I didn’t say you couldn’t.” The blonde strolls behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and gives your tummy a soft squish with his hands. “I said you’re beautiful to me no matter what. There’s a reason I keep coming back to this town."

“Oh, so it’s not the sex?” You quipped.

“That’s a bonus to it. I’m here for you, though."

Damn that man. Why must he always find the words that crack through your hard exterior? Why does every little flirt send your heart fluttering? Where did he even learn to talk like this? He’ll always have you wrapped around his finger, one way or another.

“If you want my honest opinion," He leaned over, his lips pressing against the back of your ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. “My favorite look on you is naked, sprawled out underneath me, making pretty noises.” You practically feel yourself throb at that comment, the blood rushing to your face and between your legs. “May I, Mayfly?"

Fuck it, it’s been 10 months since you last saw him.

You turn your head to the side to glance back at him, giving him a nod of approval. His eyes gloss over with fever. His lips meet yours in a kiss, almost animalistic in the way he drives his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of what belongs to him. Your hands snake forward, gripping at the fabric of his black turtleneck. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you into him until your hips are pressed flush with his. He holds you tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

You feel almost dizzy, with Vash giving you little time to catch your breath between each desperate kiss. He growls gently against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. He’s hungry—so hungry for you. You taste sweet, and you’re everything he’s needed after 10 long months of running.

You’re forced backwards by his footsteps, striding backwards until he gets you down on the bed. Now in the perfect position, his mouth trails down from your mouth towards your neck, sucking and licking at the supple skin. His tongue traces against your jugular, trailing up towards your jaw, where he peppers you with kisses. Every action he takes switches between affection and animalistic. 

He purposefully straddles your thigh, allowing you to feel his erection. It’s for you, only for you. Only you can make him this hard, and only you can shut down his brain. He needs you, and he won’t settle for anyone else. His hands work on removing your bra, tossing it to the side like it was simple trash. “Mine.” He hisses against your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh to mark what is his. It draws a gasp from your lips, the pain melting away into a blissful high. Your fingers trace down his torso, hooking into the bottom of his turtleneck, but he stops you, grabbing your hands and pining them above your head. He simply shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue a few times in tandem.

You open your mouth to press him on it, but he silences you by resting a finger against your lips. “I’m not embarrassed, if that’s what you’re thinking.”  Well, that’s enough reassurance for you. You wouldn’t let him doubt himself like that. Whatever his reasoning, it would remain a mystery.

He snakes his way slowly down your body, his tongue hastily finding its way to your breast. He pops your swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily while twisting and pinching your other nipple between his fingers.

It pulls those pretty sounds from you, and from the soft rumble of his chest, it’s clear he got what he wanted. He releases your nipple with a lewd pop, switching sides to make sure both get the love and attention they deserve. You watch him with glossy eyes, desperately wanting to touch and feel him.

“Impatient?” He coos sweetly as he releases your nipple. "Mmm, fine, I’ll speed up, but we are going multiple rounds tonight.” You laugh, grinning from ear to ear at how ridiculous it sounds out loud. “That’s usually how it goes anyway."  “What can I say? You’re irresistible.” He finally releases your hands, an action necessary as he latches his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down enough to expose your soaking cunt to the cool air of the room. He licks his lips, eyeing your slick folds like a 5-star course. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy…” He mumbles, seemingly unaware that he even let those words slip from his mouth. All it did was send a straight shot on heat down there. He pulls your panties down the rest of the way, discarding them in the same direction he tossed your bra. Two firm hands push your thighs apart. The coolness of his prosthetic makes you startled, causing him to laugh. “Sorry, got too excited.” He gives your plump thighs a few good squeezes for good luck before diving headfirst into your waiting heat. His tongue lashes out, pulling your slick into his mouth as he yearns to taste every inch of your pussy.

Your hands fly down, locking into his sweet blonde locks as overstimulation hits you immediately. Yet it’s good—too good. You don’t want him to stop. You let your sweet moans and cute little cries encourage him onward, and he happily obliges.

He traces back and forth, starting from your hole and moving up to your clit, flicking his tongue across it before moving back down. He repeats this pattern over and over, savoring the whimper you make every time he crosses your clit. His free hand is between his legs, pumping his cock in a desperate act of stimulation. His patience doesn’t last forever. He works long enough to get you soaked, finishing off by spelling his name with his tongue over your clit before pulling his mouth away. He admires your flushed face, the way your hair is sticking to your skin, and the lustful gaze you’re giving to him as you try to catch your breath. “So fuckin’ pretty…” He leans down and steals another kiss, using that opportunity to line himself up with your hole. He rubs his cock over your folds a few times, making you arch into his touch. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. “Sing for me, baby.” Vash pushes himself in, nearly stretching you to your limit as he sinks himself into your tight heat. You sing for him, an airy, drawn-out moan escaping as he sinks himself in all the way. You reach up and cup his cheek, opening your eyes half-way to see his satisfied smile. He’s looking at you so lovingly, like you’re the only thing that matters to him at that moment. Two gentle taps to the cheek are the signal he needs to start thrusting. He’s savoring it, pulling almost all the way out before pushing all the way back in. Long, steady strokes in and out of your aching cunt, all just to hear you sing sweetly.

He relishes the way you blabber out his name incoherently, the way you grasp at his face and shoulders frantically, how sweetly you encourage him, and how you let him know how good he makes you feel. He makes sure to reward each sweet utterance with a deep thrust, aiming directly for your gummy sweet spot. “You’re so damn beautiful." Vash whispers softly to you, planting a quick kiss on your lips. He rolls your hips forward slightly, pushing your legs towards your stomach to angle himself deeper. It allows him to thrust faster and draw more noise from you. “That’s it, Mayfly; keep making those pretty noises. You look so beautiful; you feel so perfect.” He showers you in praise. Vash’s eyes never leave your face, afraid he might miss your beautiful expressions if he glances away for even a second. His pace is steady but dominant, hammering away at your insides. “Vash I’m… I’m gonna–” You can’t get the words out; your mind drawing blanks as your climax swiftly approaches. “Where do you want me, baby?” He asks through a grunt. His grip on your thighs gets stronger as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting your answer first before he lets go. “Inside!” You shriek out. Your eyes meet in that moment before both of you enter a state of euphoria. He groans as the way your pussy convulses around his cock feels heavenly, and you blubber and cry as he feels you to the brim, thrusting still as he makes sure to draw both your orgasms out as long as possible. Two more taps, and he knows to stop, his thrusts halting as he remains inside of you. Both of you are sweaty, panting heavily to catch your breath. He looks so pretty, with blonde locks of hair glued to his forehead as he smiles at you. Your heart thumps. You love him so much; he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. He feels the same. He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, whispering softly as you recuperate from your orgasms. “Beautiful…you’re so beautiful. I want you forever."

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

I just think that the metatextual horror of Roberto’s existence as a character is one of the cool spicy things that can only exist bc tristamp is a reboot. lemme explain

he spends the whole anime not wanting to die and yet following his stupid kohai into mess after mess. he’s an investigative reporter who’s lived pretty long, he’s got good danger sense, but Meryl asks--begs, really--and so he goes. and so he dies. sure he's been toting the old mentor standard death flag from the beginning, and sure meryl dragging him into danger zone after danger zone is what killed him, but i can't shake the nagging feeling that there's another force at work here that is almost palpable from ep 1 if you’ve already watched trigun.

Roberto is textbook “doomed by the narrative” because this story has played out before!! and he was never in it!! the universe corrects itself to account for an unknown!! there’s no room in trigun for Roberto and so he’s always been meant to die. there’s no ending where Roberto survives if the story is to stay the course and that makes me feel like eating drywall.

it doesn’t matter how much fault lies with Meryl because Roberto was never going to make it to the finish line!! she is Derringer Meryl, she starts trigun as derringer meryl and so someone had to make her into that. women named derringer meryl do not spring fully formed out of space westerns okay, something had to give. and from ep1 of stampede that role fell to roberto. his role in the narrative is to be the vehicle for meryl's metamorphosis.

this is absolutely incoherent but Roberto being an anomaly in the universe of trigun is so. hnrgh. he’s a glitch. he’s lucky he’s lived as long as he has. And I think part of the reason he’s so “we should run” for the whole anime is because he knows that, on some level, he's living on borrowed time.

meeting vash near jeonora rock started the clock. or even further back--when he was assigned meryl stryfe as his apprentice. that was the point of no return, because meryl has a place in this story, meryl has always had a place, and roberto never did, not for long.

[aubieinsanity]

TriStamp Spoilers

AHHHHHHH I can barely process right now but my mind is about to explode with thoughts and emotions and I’m gonna throw up and I need to word vomit RIGHT NOW:

“knives is going to artificially impregnate..” EWWW the rape metaphor continues what a fucking predator

meryl not giving a shit and repeatedly running up to vash and calling his name like yeah girl go!!!! you’re so brave!!! go get him!!!!!!

VASH BURSTING OUT OF THE TANK AND SAVING MERYL FROM KNIVES AHGWEKLUGFHTOWHUIO

“Thank you, Meryl. I heard your voice, too.” stoooopppp i am CRYING

Meryl’s pure grin of joy and relief when he comes back around!!! she’s so fucking relieved and happy omG

tongari TONGARI TONGARI vash has spikey head omfg

and he made a glowy tesseract and can i have this as a product to purchase, please?

*chants* epic rooftop fight, epic rooftop fight!!!

i am SO. FUCKING. HAPPY. about the conditions under which wolfwood returned. he came back to save MERYL not Vash!!!!! i am spinning around in circles crying. aaaaand he referenced it as “payback for the smokes” or whatever aka protecting meryl in Roberto’s place. sobbing sobbing sobbing

the way wolfwood picks meryl up like a fucking duffel bag

oh and the music slaps EXTRA hard this episode like damn

oh my GOD WINGS, PEOPLE, WE HAVE WINGS. Knives has his lil stabby wing and vash has his lil rooty wing!!!! I CANT-- and the way vash struggles to fly like a newly hatched birb!!!!! crashin into stuff, barely able to stay airborne???

sorry i got distracted by Vash’s hair again

the way vash is like BLAM BLAM BLAM with his gun!

vash reloading his gun midair by slamming the open gun into the reload thingy -- out loud I said “SICK”

me when vashy does the thing with the tesseract -- “oh my god IS HE DOING THE ANGEL ARM THING? OH MY GOD IT’S THE ANGEL ARM”

vash looking tearfully at knives: “since when have we been so different?” STOP oh my god my heart can’t take it

VASH’S GOOFY RUN SEQUENCE STAHP

“I’ll run, run, run, and keep running as far as I have to! And when things calm down, I’ll quietly settle by their side again. I’m Vash the Stampede.” okay okay i can’t take any more emotional damage

Um. Holy shit. The alternating between vash and knives sitting side by side as kids with their arms around each other, and knives being a fucking insane maniac burning up inside vash’s angel arm beam. Fucking raw. Horrible. Heartbreaking. Unreal. Knives’ flesh melting off. UNREAL.

Time skip!!!!! Yeah we all saw it coming. 2 years~~~

Meryl tearing down the vash wanted poster.

Meryl bringing a box of cigs to honor roberto. T_T

Meryl’s cute new outfit!!!!! look at her lil tiddy cleavage!!! oh my fucking god she’s so adorable

okay here’s where i start screaming out loud.

MILLLLLYYYYYYYYYY THHHOOOMMMPPPSSOOOONNNN

EYOOOOOOOOOOO

Meryl: “Heya, newbie!” just like Roberto did to her

and finally

the

biggest

fucking

mindfuck

we

have

ERIKS.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

SEASON 2 OPENS WITH ERIKS VASH.

(oh and they’re doing the whole earth forces / chronica thing. very interesting. they really are going after the untapped manga content. i am ecstatic)

All in all, I have passed away. I have passed. Away. I am. SO. Happy.

[alexiethymia]

vashmeryl

While watching Trigun Stampede, I ended up binging the Trigun ‘98 anime, and I will try, but no doubt fail, to articulate what it is about VashMeryl that makes me so feral, and I mean in all continuities because the themes rings true for the both of them regardless if it’s TriStamp, TriMax, or the anime.

Many people have praised Meryl’s agency in Trigun Stampede, how a lot of the plot moves because of her contribution, and I can’t help but compare this to the anime, where it was because of her that Vash has a breakthrough in how to deal with Knives (after her and Milly took the time to heal and take care of Vash, ugh, found family for the win). In both TriStamp and the ‘98 anime, Meryl is juxtaposed (contrasted? given a parallel with?) Rem. 

And in the ‘98 anime, after Vash’s battle with Knives, he finds the peace to move on, casting aside what was in a way his clutch to Rem (his red geranium coat) to come back home to Meryl and Milly. 

And I love the ‘98 anime because of the implications, that he willingly sheds his outlaw persona for a chance to live a quiet life with Meryl, Milly, and his brother. It was Meryl who gave him the hope to do that, through her words, her invitation to stay together permanently, and even through her actions in standing up for him. (Honestly, the only thing that would have made the ‘98 anime ending perfect for me is if we had Wolfwood. Which is why if Knives could survive 1/3 of the continuities, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Trigun Stampede is the continuity where Wolfwood actually gets to survive). 

Even in the manga, he makes a promise to return to her, and though he ends up quite late, he does end up making his way back to Meryl and Milly eventually.

I love how there’s a chain of influence that happens, and the parallels between the two. Rem says she had been influenced in her ideals because of the person she loved, Alex. Vash is influenced by her, and eventually Meryl is influenced by Vash to the point that she’s ready to stake her life for what he believes in, such that it becomes her ideals too. 

“You can’t save everyone, you can only be there for them.” And this really rings true for Meryl in that while she can’t save him the way Vash tries to save everyone around him, she can still be there for him, whether it’s staying and trying to help him when no one else won’t (Trigun Stampede), making a home for him to return to (’98 Trigun), or telling him to unburden himself because he’s not alone (TriMax). He’s superhuman but he gets hurt like anyone else. I love that Meryl doesn’t scoff at his ideals or tell him to stop, but just helps him in whatever way she can, the way he tries to help everyone else. She treats him not like some act of God, destruction personified, or a savior, but simply as Vash, a softie who needs a bit of help sometimes (which is why when Meryl ends up scared of him, it was heartbreaking, but again this is something she chose to overcome because her love outweighed her fear). 

But at the same time, she won’t simply wait around. Again, I love her agency. In TriStamp, she chooses to stay behind to help Vash (which was pivotal because who knows if Rem’s spirit would have been triggered if not for her voice) and in TriMax, even if it was Vash who made the promise, when he’s late, what does she do? Goes and meets him herself. 

In every continuity, she’s always aggressively chasing after him. When Vash said in the TriStamp finale that he’d keep running and running, and when it becomes quiet again, he’d settle back by humanity’s side, it sounded so lonely. 

And yet, when Vash runs, Meryl will chase after him. Even when he believes he should be alone because everyone who touches him dies, Meryl still wants to be by his side. Meryl proves over and over again that Vash is loved (in a way, to him as well) because she doesn’t ever want to leave him alone. And again, it’s such a wonderful ending in both versions (the anime and TriMax) that when Vash eventually does stop running, it’s to Meryl (and Milly) that he returns home to. 

[multiverse-imagines]

A/N: y'all, let me tell you that when they revealed Tristamp Vash had eating issues, I bawled. Like, baby no! please eat food! You deserve so much better!! So enjoy!

Eat, Dearest

The team sat around the campfire. Roberto, Wolfwood and Meryl were chatting as they ate their food. The night sky above them set the atmosphere, adorned with a billion stars. You on the other hand, couldn't take your eyes off of the Sad sap stampede sitting next to you.

To be fair, an entire town got demolished, and a lot of people died today. Knives ran off with another plant. Today was a major loss in this quiet war between the two Plant brothers.

Vash's food sat uneaten before him, he followed along with the conversation the other three were having. He was merely an observer at this time, though. His mind was obviously elsewhere.

You knew about Vash's self punishment when it came to food. Although you hadn't seen it in person, but you'd heard from Meryl about Juneora Rock, and Vash not eating for three days afterward.

Finished with your own food, you gently brushed your fingers against his, gaining his attention. He flinched as he was brought back into his body, giving you a loving look.

The two of you had been partners for a few weeks now. You had to reassure him constantly that the two of you would be okay, that you would always be by his side, and if he said run, you were faster than lightning. You trusted Vash, and you wanted him to believe it. You weren't going to treat him like all of the other people who had betrayed him in the past.

"Hey," you returned his loving look, "you better eat. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow."

"I'm… not really hungry…" he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, a liar's chuckle coming from him.

"Vash… you need to eat." You chastised, but your voice gently said, "Please?"

"I'm fine, Mayfly. I don't need anything to eat." He leaned in for a kiss, and you grabbed the sandwich on his plate, and held one end in your mouth.

"No kisses until you eat." Your voice came muffled behind the bread. Vash pouted. You had the attention of the rest of the group now, but you and Vash ignored them. Vash's eyes were locked with yours, showing how serious you were about this. He sighed, and took a bite of the opposite end of the sandwich. Chewing, swallowing. Another bite, repeat. Soon, the only part left was the part you held in your teeth, which you ate. You smiled, caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, Dearest. You did such a good job." You leaned in, giving him a kiss. He gave a shy smile and blushed at the praise.

"Th-Thanks, Mayfly… I guess I was hungry after all."

"Your stomach was the one ratting you out. They could probably hear it in space." You smiled, cuddling up to him.

--

Later that night, the two of you lie cuddled up in your sleeping bag.

"Hey, Mayfly?" Vash whispered, "Thanks again for earlier."

"Anytime, Dearest. You need to eat just like the rest of us. There's nothing wrong with that. You deserve to eat."

"I-I know, it's just, I don't have to-"

"I don't care if you technically don't have to. Plant genetics be damned, you will eat, Vash Saverem. You will keep your stomach content at minimum with food as often as possible. You have to listen to your body." She chastised.

"Oh, shit, using my last name? I'm really in trouble now." Vash giggled quietly. He loved hearing his last name, honestly, even if you didn't use it often.

"Damn right, Dearest. I mean business." You nodded with determination, your face softening and giving him a gentle kiss, "and now it's time to rest. I'll be right here to chase those icky nightmares away, okay?" You pet his hair, and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, Mayfly… I'm counting on you…" he snuggled into your chest, and you gently pet his hair until you could tell he was asleep. You soon fell asleep as well, knowing Vash would sleep soundly despite today's events.

[chai-licorice]

Eriks, Why I Love Him and Why He's Interesting.

(Spoilers ahead for Trimax, 98 and Tristamp collectively) Please note I am mostly going to be mentioning Trigun Stampede as It is the show I have watched 5 times but I will also talk about the other two iterations!

Eriks is an interesting character, not only is he a disguise for Vash but he's also a form of escape for the elusive Stampede after 150+ years of shit handed to him by his twin brother Knives Millions and the whole of humanity. Vash is a man who has always wanted love and peace, as his catchphrase states but he has never been dealt it. By the time we meet him in Trimax he is fleeing from the people of Jenora Rock, in 98 he is being hunted by bounty hunters and in Tristamp he is- well we meet him as a child but when we meet him as an adult he's hanging next to corpses hung up by the Bad Lads Gang. This is not a peaceful introduction this is pure hell, he's always on the run. And in Tristamp he even acknowledges this.

This is his fate, it always has been and he knows this. But he doesn't care, he loves humanity. So what's his turning point? Why did he run away? In Trimax/98 this is after the events of 5th moon. Since I am more knowledgeable of Trimax in this case I will mostly be discussing it. 5th moon is hell for Vash, his brother who had been gone for so long suddenly shows up again after he (Vash) blew up Julai. And instead of a loving brotherly reunion it's just Knives causing damage and then.. well.. I'll let the panels do the talking.

Brothers am I right? Anyway after this he flees. It's a little different in Tristamp as they fucked with the timeline, making Julai this major turning point and not just a flashback. From Knives literally trying to remake his brother, using his brother to inseminate other plants, their major fight and then.. Knives possibly sacrificing himself..

In this take Vash believes he has killed his brother on top of everything else so it's no wonder he has run off. When we are introduced to Va- Eriks, He has been gone for 2 years. He's found a new family, He's found Love and Peace. He has either gained Amnesia or forced himself to have it in a way of dealing with it. Something that honestly just makes sense for him after the 150+ years of his life. He's still Vash just one that isn't on the run, he has a home and was taken in by a 12 year old and her grandmother. Two people he is willing to protect even if it means embarrassing himself.

He is happy, even if he has his down days. He explains this to Wolfwood.

And yet.. when it all ends he knows he has to return to his life even if it takes some convincing. He had 2 years of peace and now times up.. who knows if he will ever have this again.

Eriks, Vash, you poor soul losing your way after the horrors of he world are magnified once more. May he one day establish the Love and Peace he strives for.

[drunkenlionwrites]

hi your writing is beautiful!! could i request vash or wolfwood realizing that they are super touch-starved? like, the reader casually puts their arm around them, or they brush hands while one of them is passing something to the other. they realize how long it’s been since they’ve touched someone, so they seek out the reader for help/ the reader notices and offers some comfort. or, it would be interesting to have the roles reversed and the reader is the touch-starved one >:3

Hi nonnie! Thank you a lot for such a cute request. I decided to write about Vash and touch-starved reader, cause who's not touch-starved for this plant boy? Warnings: fem reader, reader's body is described as smaller than Vash's, fluff, slight pining from reader's side. Also, written with Trimax Vash in mind, though companios are from Tristamp. My brain is a mess at this point 😭

Vash x touch-starved reader.

You found yourself in quite the predicament as Vash’s hand was placed carefully on your shoulder, his face too close to you for your liking. Standing behind you, trying to position his head beside yours to trail your gaze, pinpointing the specific scattering of stars he found especially pretty. You couldn’t comprehend how you’ve even happened to be placed in this situation, with Meryl and Roberto already snoring in the car and Wolfwood lurking somewhere in the dark and treacherously cold night desert. Vash simply asked if you wanted to talk about something if you weren’t sleepy. And well, now you feel the distinct heat from his body seeping so brazenly into yours while he was innocently (was he?) trying to show you some stars. And the worst of it all, you were standing there, greedily absorbing every sensation you could, never have been spoiled by frequent manifestations of physical affection by your plant companion.

It was almost funny and absurd to some point, how effortlessly physical he was with just passerby’s, the crowds of celebrating townsfolk gathered in various saloons he attended with you, kids playing on the streets with him, anyone hurt who needed some kind of comfort. But he was so distant and unattainable to you, and well, to your whole group, seemingly afraid or avoiding the touch if not necessary. Being squished between his and Wolfwood’s shoulders in the car didn’t quite feel the same as this rare closeness. The sense of unavoidable touch of bodies packed inside an overly cramped car exasperated by the insufferable heat, and sometimes the smell of Roberto’s hungover didn’t feel like anything but the time on the road you need to bear with.

So now you continued shamelessly pretending to not be able to spot the stars Vash has been trying to point you at. It almost boiled down to a comical situation, hearing his frustrated puffs and slightly whining notes in his tone: “Oh come on, you should’ve already spotted them”, “You sure you don’t need glasses, you seem to be awfully short-sided, missy”. Finally, you became flustered enough to admit that you’ve spotted the correct constellation to the absolute Vash’s joy. He expectedly removed the warmth of his body from you in a minute his touch was not needed anymore, so you uncontrollably shrugged and shivered at the lack of it, feeling the chilly air slightly penetrating your jacket. “Feeling cold? Maybe we should head back to the camp?” Vash worriedly suggested. It was a reasonable idea, you thought. Reasonable and the most possible to happen now.

You turned to look at his face, brows slightly furrowed in concern, the prettiest teal eyes gazing intently at you, as if trying to access your condition. It was so familiar to you already: him being so close, yet so unattainable. You almost agreed, but something greedy and neglected stirred inside you yet again, completely winning over your shyness and doubtfulness. “Can you…can you just hug me? It’ll make me feel warm enough. I uhh…don’t want to return to the camp now”. Vash’s eyes slightly widened at that, his eyes dancing over your face features, until you noticed the corners of his lips curving up slightly. The next thing you’ve felt was Vash’s hands turning you gently away from his front and rubbing your arms up and down, his head resting on top of yours.

Ah, so that’s what elation feels like? Feels like neediness cowering away and greediness being properly fed in such a long time. You wondered how long you can go starving for after this moment ends. Something tugged once again at your insatiable little heart and you decided to dull its desires by tugging on Vash’s hands still rubbing at your shoulders and placing them around your frame, placing your delicate hands over his arm. A cat-like grin appeared on your face at his small surprised yelp.

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[cowboylivio]

More tristamp Mashwood.

Vash is hot like a heater. Despite both Wolfwood and Meryl saying they’re not cold and don’t need to cuddle up when they’re sleeping in the desert, they always end up cuddled in the morning.

When they get Vash back from plant catatonic state (optimistic here) neither Meryl or Wolfwood let him out of their sight for months.

Wolfwood trains Meryl on the derringer. Vash trains her to aim but not at people. She’s a quick learner and while she isn’t as good with her aim as the boys she’s definitely better than your average person

In turn Meryl attempts to teach the boys how to do makeup for excellent disguises. They don’t use it.

There are a lot of Vash/Meryl cry sessions after July’s destruction. Wolfwood says he wasn’t worried but he’s also a liar.

They all have nightmares for various reasons but while Wolfwood will subconsciously push them down (there will be absolutely zero repercussions for this) and Meryl will just cry in her sleep Vash will scream and fight in his.

Vash is typically a light sleeper but when he’s having a nightmare it’s near impossible to wake him.

Wolfwood rides in the front seat. He doesn’t wear a seatbelt. He puts his feet on the dash. Meryl hates it. Vash loves it because he also doesn’t wear a seatbelt and will nap in the back seat.

Vash is not allowed behind the wheel after an unfortunate incident including a Thomas. Meryl hates it when Wolfwood drives too which makes him steal the keys often.

Vash cried the time Wolfwood and Meryl surprised him with donuts.

Vash also will not tell anyone that he’s uncomfortable or hurt if he thinks it’s going to disturb their day at all. Meryl slaps him when he doesn’t tell her about his prosthetic legs.

Meryl walks into a hotel room after getting supplies to see the boys full on making out. She calls them gay and leaves. Vash attempts to run after her but Wolfwood doesn’t let him. (Because he’s a bratty bottom who’s clingy as hell but won’t admit it to himself but everyone knows)

Meryl and Vash eventually get their moment of awkwardness where Wolfwood walks in on them making out. He says it doesn’t bother him but the next morning complains about it when they get in the car again for like two hours (because again bratty bottom) prompting Meryl to slam on the breaks and lean over to kiss him for at least 30 seconds before returning to driving.

Wolfwood is quiet for the rest of the drive.

When they do get to a motel they do their normal routine except when they go to sleep Vash convinces both of them to share the bed because they’re going to end up there in the morning. With minor protests they agree and Vash kisses them both goodnight. And just like that mashwood is born.

[somepinkthing]

Trismax!vash was almost a fully developed character when we meet him. Sure there were some things he grew into (and a huge guilt complex he grew out of) but for the most part he appeared to us as a character whose morals and ideology were already set in stone. It's interesting to see tristamp!vash as a character who is still floundering. He's not sure of what his moral code is entirely and he doesn't have an ideology strong enough to oppose his brother with—all he knows is that he loves so much that it hurts and he doesn't want the world he loves to be destroyed. He doesn't know what he wants to do about the plants or the humans, he just wants them all to live and he's willing to give up life and limb to make it happen... but he doesn't know what he wants from the world in return quite yet.

The best example is the scene where he tells knives that he would run from the humans and return at a later time. Trimax!vash declared it. He presented it as his resolve to make peace, no matter how long it took. That the solutions to these issues couldn't be solved with one quick act of violence like knives was hoping. That vash was willing to try again and again no matter what the cost. Compare that to tristamp!vash who said it with tears in his eyes, trying desperately to change the course of the shot and save what he can. He was saying that he didn't know what the right answer was, even after all this time, all he knew was that he didn't want this. He didn't want to destroy the world or shape it anew but didn't know exactly what he wanted to do yet either. For trimax!vash it was a conclusion, for tristamp!vash it's a start.

I'm ngl I'm excited to see the baby grow into his own. I loved trimax but I love to see a character flounder and come into his own. Trimax's internal character development actually largely centered around wolfwood imo. It'll be great to see vash go through internal turmoil that he hasn't built up the resolve to shake off in one chapter yet.

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SPOILERS 4 TRIGUN/STAMP/MAX (Basically all Trigun content)

I have so many thoughts on Trigun and all of them are sad because as I see it, Trigun is fundamentally a tragedy, a little through Vash’s own doing.

It’s a noble pursuit to go through a ruined world and try to make it good, but I think the manga, show, and reboot go in too much in his martyr complex for it to be fully believable? Like he started that way for sure, but in all three I think it’s obvious to the audience that he can’t stop. He’s dug himself into a hole of needing to save all these people, because he has nothing else left. The ending of Trimax made me so sad because it’s essentially the beginning of the story all over again. Vash is hunted, Vash is running, and in the span of his lifetime everyone who knows him will be dead. It might even be worse in the anime, because now he has to work to rehabilitate his brother (unstoppable force and immovable object), sacrificing a chance at a relationship with Meryl in continuing his quest for peace at the cost of himself.

One of the most poignant thing about this is Rem’s whole “Ticket to the Future” thing. Lowkey I think Vash misunderstood it, or in some way messed it up. I think, at least on some level, that the ticket to the future was meant for him, specifically in him living his own life post-seeds. But because Vash has already convinced himself the future of others matters more, he’s deliberately ignoring Rems parting wisdom not to blame himself for what Knives did. I love Trigun so much and it’s always near the top of my anime list, but the endings (both manga and anime) just fuck me up because it’s not really an ending at all, just a hitch in the cycle of Vash forgiving everyone but himself. And the one character who he loved more than anyone else, who was the closest to convincing Vash to be a little bit selfish and take care of himself for once, died fighting alongside him. To me, this whole story is just Vash being driven by guilt unable to see the reasoning behind Rem’s words. I don’t know what the endings are supposed to mean, but because of them I’ve always read Trigun as this sort of Sci-fi tragedy where one man bears the sins of an entire world until he dies or they do.

There’s also an interesting parallel between Knives and Vash, both opposite in their ideals but equally determined to get them. Knives only relinquishes when he’s dying, and then Vash continues. He’s clearly tired, as seen with Erik’s, but in a super ironic twist of fate it’s WolfWood who brings him back, and that’s kind of just the nail in the coffin for Vash’s whole journey. He tried to leave, and it failed. WolfWood needed him, and he failed. This, I think, is Vash’s point of no return. He can’t stop, because he’s personally destroyed any way to. He’s built up this idealized Rem that needs him to do this. He’s built up some kind of debt to WolfWood that needs him to do this. He’s built up this persona that needs him to do this. He’s sacrificed himself, his sanity, his friends, and everything else in a self imposed quest for peace that will never end because as soon as it does his entire reason for being is shattered (See episode 25). This post means nothing I just think about these silly men way too much. Please give me more fix it fics. Please. Please.

God I hope TriStamp does the endings justice.

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Ooh the fact that tristamp Knives hates humanity so desperately but was loved by them almost more than his brother was? Rem loved him. He returned enough of that love to try to save her. Legato’s devotion is beyond the pale, despite decrying love, what he feels for Knives is love. Dr. Conrad cares for him, feels remorse over him “my boy, what I did to you can never be undone” the way Elendria is angered on Knives’ behalf at Vash. Knives has a cult serving him, he’s being worshiped in that twisted way cults inspire, that in and of itself, is also a mutilated form of love. These people are all humans, (mostly, sorry Elendria) these people all care for him or because of him in some capacity or the other. But Knives will never be able to see that care on its flip side. Because humans don’t love a thing like him. They don’t care. They can’t. Even though they actually can, and they do.