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Legato (“TRIGUN”) -____-’

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So I read Trimax...and rewatched Stampede after...

I cried so hard and for so long and so frequently that the next day my eyes and head still hurt. I think about it and just want to curl up and cry over it again. Tis peak 10/10, I am resisting the urge to read it all again. I will rewatch Tristamp and 98 another 10 more times.

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Even with all the blood and gunsmoke, just remember…

My OG post on twit:

https://x.com/silver__sora/status/1751744297282707565?s=46&t=nOCgwafCQouudAOe3NjSmg

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An interview many years ago.

(If this ever happened :D)

Ref

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It's already Wednesday here so

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Important disclaimers I’ve had to tell my non trigun friends

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It's gotten to the point that I need Tristamp to give me chubby Milly. She's not Milly if she's not super tall and strong enough to bench press the Punisher, obviously, but giving the cuddliest character (more so than Vash, admit it) some soft and adorable pudge is just right!

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Is this anything

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(Walking out of the Chernobyl reactor core) "whew! Do NOT go in there!"

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i'm so obsessed rn with the idea of tesla as a vengeful ghost clinging onto knives (literally and metaphorically)

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vash knives conjuring up these ideas of tesla in their minds and believing in them so strongly that she actually literally starts haunting them

and neither version of tesla is real. they're just ideas of a girl they never actually met. a symbol more than anything.

she was never able to speak for herself in life and she'll never be able to speak for herself in death.

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Reuploading my Vash art (my account was deleted) so I'd appreciate some reblogs to get the word out.

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3AM routine 👾🌙

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Tags from @iwritenarrativesandstuff, how DARE you put this in the tags and expect me to be okay with it

nightow……….

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i need a man who is so scared of romantic intimacy and vulnerability. a man who cries while being kissed, a man who shivers at the slightest touch, a man who feels raw and exposed, yet comfortable and content with me. i need a man who’s heart burns with pain when he’s showed any ounce of love, but he can’t help but ache for more and more of it.

i need a man who has been so irreversibly damaged that he trembles at the thought of wanting. wanting to be with someone and wanting to feel loved. questioning whether or whether not its selfish to want something so precious after so long of feeling like he will never be enough.

there is no ‘i can fix him’. instead, i will hold him to my chest and prove to him it’s okay and you’re safe now. there’s no need to worry, i love you.

and he will cry against my skin and i will love him.