#sorry vash

[yuhi-san]

im sure other people have made post about vashs flailing and wet noodle physics

best example is the one where wolfwood and vash are running from rollo

which is hilarious but i like to think that this was just vash accidentally miscalculating. like he canonically has superhuman physiology right? so maybe if he is in a high stress situation like that he might actually put more strength/speed/whatever into his action than necessary.

unfortunately, having superhuman physiology does not exempts him from basic laws of phisics.

[lost-technology]

Along the lines of writing Vash's otherness that I was discussing... Well, polishing up my re-read of Trimax 2, complete with the ending-rant by Nightow including his baffled reaction at anyone wanting to actually make an anime out of his manga (I'd feel the same if anyone wanted to do anything with my indie novels), I just started thinking about baffles and my brain went back to idea of Vash's "otherness" that the manga conveys (and both animes, to a degree, too) and other characters' reactions to it and how I think people who do fanwork ought to remember it more, that I wish I was seeing more work from that angle (over established "everyone's just chill with it" stuff more popular in the fandom for shipping reasons). And... I thought... well, I have some inspiration for my own future work now. Something happened to me a few weeks ago that really struck me through with a sense of the Other: This is going to sound very silly. A few weeks ago, I saw a Cybertruck in the wild for the first time. Yes, it's basically an Internet passtime for everyone to make fun of the Muskrat's Uglitrucks and multiple photos and memes have been posted and I've seen them aplenty, but LET ME TELL YOU that they DO NOT prepare you for seeing the actual thing, in person. I saw one parked at the intersection of my street and the main street in my neighborhood, oncoming, signaling for a turn. I froze, white-knuckled on my car's steering wheel having an honest to God deer in the headlights reaction. I was wondering why there was a giant SHOEBOX making a blinking orange line. My brain could not parse it. I actually had to take a moment to figure out what I was looking at before I connected "Cybertruck?" The thing turned and it was, indeed, a Cybertruck, got a look at it from the side, which is what I'd seen the photos portray. Dead-on like that is just... a different look. I think there was a split-second of fear, but it was mostly a BAFFLE. I mean, in that moment, I realized why deer and rabbits freeze in car headlights. (I read that it is actually an issue with their vision not being designed to see such bright light in the dark and it literally shorts out their brains for a few moments, like a computer glitch). I... had a similar reaction to a damn automobile! It wasn't even anything that was going to harm me, it just "brain go wonk" when encountering something I'd never seen before and, according to my brain, didn't have any business being. (Those things are trucks, but aren't truck-shaped. They are a New Thing). I honestly think that might be what people unfamiliar with direct engineer-level interaction with Plants probably think of Vash when he feathers / petals out / glows, etc. of Weird Plant Things he does. Even if they can get over fear, there will always be a baffle that the human brain has trouble with - a sort of animal-reaction to the Other.

[cherrraty]

guys its miku day its miku day this is not a drill

[geraniumplant]

For a muse so sexually constipated in canon, D probably has the most ships out of all my muses. & I've only been roleplaying him for a little over a year.

Meanwhile, Vash has the most sex drive & crickets chirp. Poor guy is screaming "FUCK ME!" on the rooftops. XDD

[florbe-triz]

Finally!! let me share with you the Trigun playlist I made! It's called NoMan's Land and you can listen to it HERE It's an evergrowing playlist, hope you enjoy!

[artofalassa]

'Hey! Look! It's Trigun and the other guy!'

- the random dude commenting on our cosplays over at Animefest a month ago

[waanjams]

vash doodle

[nxctrns]

Rises from 2 years of art hiatus just to post this

[ruporas]

vw sketches (id in alt)

[nesikiguigui]

Normal night at a bar 🍻✨

[waterwizardcat]

love & peace guys ✌️

[yuhi-san]

Observations and subjective perceptions

Chapters: 11/20

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Rating: Teen up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Meryl Stryfe & Vash the Stampede, Vash the Stampede & Millions Knives, Meryl Stryfe & Millions Knives, Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, background relationships

Characters: Meryl Strife, Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson

Additional Tags: (re)building relationships, Self-Discovery, Friendship, facing uncomfortable truths, learning to compromize, Pre-Relationship, Vash's complicated relationship with food, Meryl's Hazardous driving, Angst and Humor, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Somewhat Unreliable Narrator, as in Meryl and Knives interprt things very differently, minor characters cameo, lots of 98 easter eggs, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pining, Character Study, Vash the Stampede has prosthetic legs, Introspection

Summary: Two years after the destruction of July, Vash finds himself facing his brother once again. Everything was different this time around and in a desperate plea Vash manages to convince Knives to give him ten years to show him the good and kindness in the world. With no real plan and burdens he could never shed, Vash stumbles along his path to prove to Knives that humanity was worth believing in. There are people determined to help him but that comes with its own can of worms.

Showing someone the good sides of life was easier said than done, especially when most of your companions have some kind of violent and horrible history with each other, and plans of their own.

--- A good compromise is if everyone agrees that no one is happy about it.

Chapter Summary:

Tensions between Knives and the others are rising. Having to bury death bodies out in the desert isn’t making things easier.

[ni053791]

rkgk

[possiblyreallyme]

Lovemaking Afternoon

warning: smut. pure smut. nothing kinky though.

His chest brushed against your back with each pump of his hips, moaning in your ear and letting his jaw go slack and fall open. Hot breath ran down your neck as goosebumps erupted on your sweat-slicked skin, a shiver running down your spine and shooting sparks of pure electricity into your bullied cunt.

"Fuck, baby, you're drippin'," He drawled in your ear, as if in awe of the puddle of slick beneath your hips, making the sheets uncomfortably wet and sticky but he only saw it as something cute. You could be almost as messy as he was sometimes.

His voice was always a bit deeper in the morning, but a few rounds of mid-day sex could get his tone lower than ever, chest rumbling against your back as he grunted out his awe-filled praises.

"Please, honey. Cum again, won't you?" He was begging, really. He just couldn't help it, couldn't care less if he sounded desperate or whiney or whatever the hell you'd tease him for later— if he didn't feel you clench around his cock and gush in the next few seconds, he thought he'd go crazy.

His hand was a clumsy as it pressed itself against your front, palm against your abdomen and knuckles pressed to the sheets of the bed while he snaked his way down you the space between your hips, fumbling with the front of your sex before pressing his fingers against your clit. The bud was small and easily breakable in his fingers, but he had done this enough that his touch was on autopilot, so easily circling his digit around the nub and pressing on it with his middle finger.

"Please, I- ahhhhh," He moaned, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as he felt that familiar splash of liquid against his balls when you came, cock twitching as it spurted his load so hard in your womb it was a wonder it didn't come out your nose.

"Ah, ah, ba-aby," He couldn't think, let alone talk. Not with such a perfect pussy squeezing him tighter than he thought possible, hips bucking and twitching urgently into your ass. He didn't care that drool was spilling down the corners of his lips, or that he looked rather pathetic with his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Good, so good, please- please."

You'd think he was done by the way he panted like a marathon runner, but oh no. He just needed a second to catch the breath you had stolen from him, then he'd be right back to it.

[allbuthuman]

i can't explain some of these but i have faith in y'all

[stefisdoingthings]

he wants to quit his job (more. mooreeee)