#spring stampede

[daytona-winchester]

Before the Big Bass Man also known as The Boss on WCW became a wrestler he was a corrections officer.

He was known as an officer of the law in Cobb County Georgia. In WCW he was known as a corrections officer.

But when Ray Traylor went to WCW he known as The Boss. But was quickly stripped of that title because that character was too close to The Big Boss Man which was under the copyright of WWE.

Once Traylor lost the nightstick and handcuffs he was completely lost

He went by the name of The Guardian for a while dressing like a Guardian Angel but that was short lived.

Then he settled on his real name Ray Traylor

In my opinion Big Boss Man had one of the greatest entrances.

He twirl his nightstick like a baton although it was suttle it was still impressive to watch.

The Big Boss Man or The Boss both were my favorite characters.

I didn’t feel that Ray Traylor was the same wrestler after he lost both those characters.

[crimson-nail]

same guy

[lavvythejackalope]

Pg50 !

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Hello, Operator, give me number nine

[alfheimr]

palette requests from twitter 👍 i used a different method of coloring for each one of these... a learning experience !

[newtcookie]

this is what i have to offer tonight

[hyperfi]

The real ending

[thelailasblog]

When you enjoy being alone and learn something new

[askspringvash]

Ask Desert Spring Vash!

Welcome to Ask Spring Vash, an ask blog specifically for the iteration of Vash from our fancomic, Trigun: The Desert Spring, a.k.a. Spring Vash!

Co-written by @lavvythejackalope and @hyperfi, The Desert Spring and this version of Vash exist in their own timeline, independent of any particular canon iteration, being kind of a mishmash of all of them.

Spring Vash is more than happy to answer any questions you might have about differences in the timeline, things about the world, or even things that happen in the comic. Some time in the future he may reblog comic pages with his own commentary on the situation as well, we will just have to see how he feels!

[mumbledramblings]

Sylvari Vash :)

idk if anyone has done this before but I was playing gw2 when i had the idle thought of "man if vash met a sylvari it would be real confusing for both of them" and then i paused for like 10 seconds while i let that thought go to it's logical conclusion

[noorionoodles]

Trigun

Haikyuu

Veil

Harvest town

A3!

dividers

[84reedsy]

I enjoy little more than watching Curt Hennig and Rick Rude walk to the ring together

Rick Rude also has been carrying around handcuffs during the feud with the Hart family....I CANNOT with these two, ugh

Rick was handcuffed to Jim Neidhart as a stipulation. 1998 was wild, ya'll.

And Bobby Hennan jumping up and down asking Rick to come to the announcer table.

[geraniumplant]

‧˚❀‧˚. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "A lot of people seem pretty horny today. Heh." But would they fuck a Plant??

[lavvythejackalope]

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Good morning Starshine

[surefire-sketches]

i was going to go insane if i didn’t draw something

[vashs-turtleneck]

Desperate.

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

Summary: What happens after Vash almost loses you. Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Word Count: .8k CW: smut, pwp, slightly rough sex, penetrative sex, angst, crying AN: wrote most of this while I was at work ehehe so it's not really proofread

Desperate!Vash, whose heart sinks deep into the pit of his stomach whenever you get hurt or put yourself in the line of danger. A bullet flying past your head, barely missing your temple. He sees it coming, his sharp eyes watching its trajectory, yet he's not fast enough, he's not strong enough, and the only reason you're still alive is by sheer dumb luck. A little to the left, a little higher, and it would have been over, the flame of you permanently extinguished, his heart hammering away in his chest at the realization that he almost just watched you die. His hold on you is always a bit tighter after these moments, clinging to you and keeping you in his line of sight at all times. You won't get hurt. Not again. Whatever it takes, he'll keep you safe. 

Desperate!Vash, who pushes you against the nearest surface as soon as the door to your shared room is closed, pulling you closer and away from prying eyes, taking your mouth in a feverish kiss that threatens to crash your teeth together every time your lips meet. His strong body presses your back into the wooden door, caging you against him. You're exactly where he wants you, exactly where he can see you. Wrapped up in his arms, encased between the door and his broken body, you're safe. 

Desperate!Vash, who lifts you by your hips, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his tapered waist. He presses your back against the closest wall, his hands pulling at you– at your clothes, at your hair, at your hips– needing you closer. However close, it's not close enough. He can't be asked to take it slow, not right now, as he hurriedly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down to your knees. He tears your underwear off, leaving it to dangle loosely between the two of you before he's already shoving two long and dexterous fingers inside you. It's quick, sloppy, his fingers pumping harshly into that sweet spot inside you that has your body quaking until his hand is dripping in your arousal.

Desperate!Vash, who fumbles with his own pants, shaky hands making him struggle with his belt and zipper. He can't get them off fast enough. Just like your own pants, he doesn't bother himself with taking them off completely. He pushes them down just far enough to free himself, his cock springing from the confines of his boxers, groaning as he feels himself throbbing in the cold air.

His hands grip you, calloused palms spreading your delicate flesh as he presses the tip of himself to your entrance, a brief warning before pushing forward and completely sheathing himself in you with one sharp roll of his hips, pulling the breath from your lungs. He hisses through gritted teeth, your body barely prepped enough to accommodate the sheer girth of him. He stifles your cries of pain and pleasure with his lips, swallowing your sounds before pulling back and leaning against the side of your head. He brokenly whispers his sweet apologies, heartbreakingly chanting “I’m sorry” over and over again like a hopeless prayer as he begins swaying his hips and slamming you down onto his cock with a frenzied, almost angry rhythm that has your nails digging into the fabric of his crimson jacket.

Desperate!Vash, who knows he's not giving you the tenderness you deserve, and the guilt is enough to eat him whole, yet he can't stop. His body feels like it's burning, crumbling under the weight of knowing that he almost lost you, overwhelming his better judgment. He needs to remind himself– you're with him, you're here, you're safe, you're alive. His actions are primal, his body moving on pure instinct, the pain and guilt he keeps buried deep bubbling up. He shoves the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, teeth clenching into the fabric, holding it up to make sure nothing gets in the way of the frenetic rhythm of his cock sinking into you, and giving you a tantalizing view of the quick undulations of his lower half.

Desperate!Vash, who lets his head fall to your shoulder when he cums, sobbing into the divot of your collarbone, whimpering his apologies and praises, how much he loves you, how much he needs you. He can't live without you, and yet he'll be the reason he loses you. The crushing weight of reality floods him to the core, crippling his body with fear and grief. His arms tighten their hold on you, wishing that he didn't ever have to let you go, that another day didn't have to come so that he could never have to risk losing you.

Desperate!Vash, who only knows what his life was before you, what it is with you, and he prays to a God he doesn't believe in every time he's faced with the reality that one day, should he be cursed to live so long, there will be a time after you.

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