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#trigun Headcanon
Headcanon that Wolfwood physically can’t get tattoos or piercings because every time he takes a vial the piercing rejects and the tattoo scars over and fades because both are technically wounds and he’s never gone long enough between vials to let them heal completely.
So technically he could get them, but not keep them. Kind of makes tattoos a bust, but imagine him making Vash redo his piercings in whatever shithole they end up in for the night after a fight.
A happy, healthy Wolfwood has piercings lol
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tiedsh0es · 1 year
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Vash was the type to bite as a kid
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fundashnee-rott · 11 months
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Vash is just a bird put a towel on his head and he'd go nightly night.
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shelternmberone · 6 months
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regnum-lab · 9 months
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humanoid typhoon.
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anime-grimmy · 1 year
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Just gonna throw this wip up here too cos god knows when Imma finish it
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I wanna spread the propaganda of Vash being able to manipulate his patterns
let the boy give himself actual heart and star eyes
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bobosbillionsknives · 4 months
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beautiful lab grown women !!
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paenling · 11 months
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i love creature Vash but im also obsessed w/ the fact that, according to Trimax, he does not have any superhuman capabilities beyond his longevity + durability -- like all of his physical strength is because he's been working that sigma grindset for 150 years or something. granted he has "inhuman" skill because he's had a longer time to practice than most, but he's doing things the human way. Knives hates humans and distances himself from them in favor of using his powers for EVERYTHING (see: he doesn't know how to jump through a window without getting hurt) but Vash just works out for 3 hours every morning. all his agility, marksmanship & ace gunman swagger is 100% natural skill and dedication.
imagine being some motherfucker with unfathomable eldritch knife powers who thinks he's an angel sent from God, only to be shown up by a fitness enthusiast pool noodle with a willingness to bite
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varilien · 6 months
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For the triggun holloween requests, vash and wood couple costumes
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ive gotten the suggestion for vashwood morticia and gomez a few times which is great cuz ive been thinking forever about it purely for the "speaks french x speaks spanish" of it all fhdjdjd
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astra-dark · 1 month
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Do you ever think of how Meryl probably had a hard time sleeping the first few weeks after her and Wolfwood went their separate ways post July, not just because of the horrors she witnessed and endured but also because she had gotten use to hearing the boys and Roberto snoring.
I can just imagine that that first night all alone in a single bed inn room instead of the packed cab of the truck and the absence of the sleeping sounds of her companions had to hurt her deeply.
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kicktwine · 1 year
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(delirious) tres pistolas
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bloodypeachblog · 1 year
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Vash the Stampede NSFW headcanons (Vash x F!Reader)
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Ok, this cinnamon roll of a man has been occupying my mind for a long time, so I NEED to let this out.
• Vash, usually, is a total bottom. He can take over, as long as you tell him to do it, but he's just a total sweetheart, asking if you're okay and all that.
• his soft moans are like an angelic choir. Seeing his face contorted in pure pleasure is like seeing God.
• in all honesty, I wanna peg this man so bad. I want to ride him and have him look at me like a goddamn goddess, struggling to say my name from all the pleasure he'd be feeling. God, please give me this angel, I promise to take good care of him.
• BUT. Once in a blue moon, when you two have sex, something...happens to him.
• you know Hatsuharu from Fruits Basket and how he turns into Black Haru? A sweet and loving shy boy turning into a bad boy in the right circumstances? Yeah, this is basically the same thing.
• maybe he's had a frustrating day, maybe it's the desire building up in him egging him on, maybe it's the feeling of your bare skin on his, your soft voice moaning his name, your lips on his, maybe you hit his ero zone (I like to think it's on his chest, middle of his back, or maybe the back of his ear), or maybe it's a secret double identity that he keeps on the down low that triggers it. No one knows for sure.
• but when it happens....oh good lord.
• he will top you and destroy you, essentially becoming the god of sex in bed.
• he will rail you into the bed to the point of it almost breaking. Any position you can think of? He'd be willing to try it, and leave you sore the next morning.
• he will give you a reason why his nickname is 'the Stampede'.
• he will pound his cock in you so deep and so hard, your clit will be slamming on his base and you'll cum so many times.
• he'll grip your hips so hard, you may have his hand marks on you the next day.
• he may say the dirtiest shit into your ear, but usually it's just stuff like 'you're mine', 'take it', 'good girl', etc. Use your imagination, it's more fun that way!
• Bite marks and scratches? Guaranteed. Guy's gotta mark his property, after all.
• would he 'use the back door'? Mayyyyyybeeeee...😏😉
• and don't think he'll do the pull out method, he will fill you up until he is completely empty and he won't even care if you end up pregnant.
• that'd just make you permanently his.
• but to be fair, you'd be begging him to impregnate you at that point.
• once the deed is done, he will snap out of his Eros mode and start crying and apologizing. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I COULDN'T HELP IT! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!". Poor baby..
• A++ aftercare is his way of apologizing for being so brutal with you. He'll clean you up, give you a bath, treat your wounds, and snuggle you in bed, still crying a little bit.
• poor guy thinks he betrayed you for acting this way and begs you not to leave him, saying that you're the only one for him.
• you gotta hold him and give him so many hugs and kisses to stop his tears, tell him that everything is alright, that you aren't going to leave him ever.
• he starts to cry happy tears, saying that he vows to marry you one day.
• after that night, you just might take his offer....I know I would~♡
(A/N: this all applies to 1998 Vash too, ok bye)
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fundashnee-rott · 11 months
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Knives would taste like wild onion if you bit him
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h4venpha · 10 months
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↳ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘!! — vash the stampede
oh goodness vash’s number one love language is touch and i will die for it
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- vash is such a naturally physical person. if that makes any sense!
- small touches come naturally to him, with anyone for that matter. an arm over your shoulder, hands brushing while walking together, or his knee is pressing against yours under the table.
- its a lot of unspoken meaning behind both his intentional and unintentional touches!
- as friends, vash who always ends up sitting way too close than he should, like hes got his whole upper arm pressed against yours and his warm thigh is right up on you. but hes all smiles and glittering eyes, like completely unaware of how hes affecting you.
- as a BOYFRIEND though.. he knows exactly what hes doing
- vash likes taking your hand in his under the table, he sometimes rests your hand on his thigh and places his hand on top of yours, keeping your touch on him like an anchor. like if somehow you werent touching him he’d pass out
- hes always holding your hand, intertwining fingers or locking your arms together. and hes so so smiley about it all the time
- on dates, sitting across from each other, he bounces one of his legs while the other is stretched out and hooked around your ankle. its such a small gesture but even just being a mere foot away from him, he cant help but keep contact with you
- casual touches where he finds himself mindlessly playing with the folds of your shirt or pants, pinching and rolling the fabric in between his fingers while he converses. also vash who when he notices a tiny TINY piece of lint on your shirt hes like “wait stop stop moving” and you freeze like ??? but after he pulls it off, hes like “okay anyway :D”
- aaaa at home, hes on you all the time! im pretty sure ive talked about this before, but hes hanging off of your arm and following you around wherever you go. he has never been alone at home other than in the bathroom. but even as water is dripping down his hair and hes practically still soaked, hes pouncing on you like a wet dog.
- and of course at the end of the day he cant fall asleep without you pressed flush against him. he has to be warm and snuggly or he cant sleep okay? its normal nightly procedure
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anime-grimmy-art · 1 year
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(Ignore the bg, I just slapped some colours on cos by god Id never get this done otherwise and this has been sitting in my files for a while.)
This sketch has way too much way too specific context to really explain what’s happening here (a weird concoction of my brain expanding the future fic and also adding in the badland’s rumble plot and-, dont, dont even ask), but the gist of it is, I headcanon that after everything Meryl experienced in July, i.e. seeing Vash getting robbed of any choice, she kind of develops a bit of a complex on forcing him to make decisions or pushing decisions on him. Not to say she’s not still headstrong and commanding when need be, but especially in matters of the heart, she’d rather give him opportunities, offer him a hand, than deciding on what he wants. So her specifically asking him to make promises to keep is something really rare.
Also, see? I CAN draw smoochies if I want to. 
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nekooru · 10 months
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₊ ☾⋆ tripede boys cuddle hcs ⋆⁺₊⋆
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vash. wolfwood. knives.
synopsis: some cute lil cuddle hcs for the tripede boys!!
tags: trigun stampede, headcanons, cuddling, cute, fluff, short hc drabbles, knives is just a teeny tiny bit angsty
w/c: 1149
a/n: yep yep been wanting to post some tripede for a whilee
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headcanon
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vash
☾. vash will cuddle you in every method virtually possible, most of the time adapting to whatever position you're already in. are you sitting up on a flat surface? he's on his stomach, laying between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist as his head rests in your lap. laying down? most of the time, he wiggles against you to be the little spoon, but will be the big spoon every once in a while. in a chair? is there room beside you? if so, he'll lean against your side and drape an arm over your shoulder. no room? he picks you up, sits down, and places you in his lap. vash will always find a way to be attached to you.
☾. just out of politeness, he'll sheepishly laugh and ask if he's invading your space. he prays to whatever is out there for you to reply that he's not, and when you affirm that he's not, he gets a burst of energy and squeezes you tightly in elation. if you say that he is, in fact, too much in your space, he immediately separates and apologizes. although he tries to hide it, his disappointment is apparent as he childishly sulks for a minute before his mood improves again.
☾. while you're cuddling, he loves nothing more than to hear you talk about anything and everything. he encourages you to talk about your day, dreams for your future, and anything else that comes to mind. he moves his thumb in circles over your skin as he stares lovingly, a light smile gracing his lips. you pause every so often at his dreamy expression to make sure he's still listening, and he always is.
☾. you run your fingers through his fluffy, blond hair as he tightens his hold around your waist. you note how the fingers of his prosthetic arm feel cold through your shirt, and inversely, his real fingers feel warm against your other side. his eyes are closed, and his chest heaves with each breath; you wonder if he fell asleep. the plant patterns on his face vaguely glow in the light at his comfort, and you can't help but softly touch them with your finger tips. vash's eyes slowly half open, and you retract your hand quickly. he smiles. "hey... do you think they're weird?" you blink, considering the question. "huh? your markings? i don't know, i think they're pretty." his smile widens and he exhales, touched by your answer. "not as pretty as you, though," he replies.
wolfwood
☾. despite all his complaining about how his arm is falling asleep, wolfwood's favorite cuddle position is laying in bed on his back with you curled against his chest, nestled in the crook of his arm.
☾. he secretly loves your before-bed zoomies, when you have the sudden burst of energy to pester him. a thin grin spreads across his lips as he provokes you into initiating a wrestling match, which he entertains for several moments, before showing you just how strong nicholas the punisher was. "that's not fair," you would whine as he rubs his rough, scruffy facial hair against your cheek. "yeah, well. life isn't fair, sweetheart," he replies.
☾. wolfwood wasn't often the type for late night conversations. he finds himself dozing off as you talk about whatever you're talking about; it's not for a lack of appreciation, but moreso a deep comfort from laying with you that hypnotizes him, lulls him into sleep. as a guttural snore cuts through your words, you jostle wolfwood awake, offended. "you fell asleep while i was talking," you scold. wolfwood will endlessly insist that he did not, in fact, fall asleep.
☾. one night, after you had told wolfwood that you were staying the night at a friend's, you decided to come home anyway. you slipped into the bedroom, feeling your way to your side of the bed, only to promptly fall against metal. you groaned as the collision echoed throughout the room. "nicholas!! you were cuddling with your cross?!" wolfwood groggily raises his head up as you sandwich yourself between the headboard and cross, pushing against the latter with all your might. it didn't even budge. "it's hard to sleep without you," he mutters, grabbing the cross and effortlessly swinging it over the edge of the bed to gently place on the floor. your frustration melted away the second he turned back over and pulled you against him.
knives
☾. more often than not, you'll have to be the one to initiate cuddling with knives as he lays up in bed reading, or at the very least, ask him to cuddle you. he loves you dearly, but he forgets that physical affection is a thing that exists. when prompted to cuddle, he'll reflect for a moment to analyze whether he's been giving you enough affection lately or not. "i'm sorry. i need to initiate these things more," he says, wrapping his arm along your side and holding your chin. you smile and and run your thumb over his frown. "don't worry so much," you reply.
☾. he loves to envelop you entirely; he places his hand firmly against the back of your head as you nestle in the crook of his neck, and his other arm presses your body tightly against his. his leg rests over yours, and your hands are against his chest. sometimes, he plants a kiss against your hair. you feel safe as his larger form curls around you, and he feels at peace in your presence.
☾. knives admittedly isn't the best at relationships or knowing exactly what will make you feel happy. he often asks for feedback, what he could do better, or if there's anything new he could try. although, he hates that he has to ask these things in order to understand— knives isn't used to concepts that don't come naturally to him, and he wants to be the best he can for you right away. no matter how much you reassure him, you can tell he feels inadequate as a significant other anyway.
☾. he scowls, although not in anger, but more like intense focus. his lips part to say something, but close for several moments, and open again. "thank you..." he begins, considering his words very carefully. "thank you for being so patient with me. i know i'm— i'm... different. and still learning. thank you for letting me be with you." his face softens as his sentence finishes, and he looks at you. you smile and hold his face in your hands; the fact that knives feels safe enough to express such vulnerability warms you to your core. "nai. i don't want anything in the world other than to be with you. you make me so happy, and you treat me so well, okay? i hope you'll always remember that." he bows his head, leaning into your hold, eventually melting against you in an embrace.
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