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Movie Night at the Saverems
V: Nai... you're probably the only one who would bring wine to an occasion like this
People say that we're no good
drew this based off this tweet prompt
Haha gay
Save a thomas, ride a cowboy.
I think TOO MUCH about their stupid drinking partys in the saloon or smth
have a vw + ww sketch dump that I’ve forgotten to post on here (second image referenced to @/nowfallc cosplay)
Don't look a gifted thoma in the mouth, sheriff
Thank you @gaycowboyjesus for this request... I even got to draw this silly little concept of mine... Ehehehrghghv
So we watched Desperado... And y'know.
I just finished all the trigun manga in 2 days because of goddamn Bigolas Dickolas and I have So Many Thoughts I am going to die if I don't write them down somewhere.
When that episode happens in Stampede I hope that it's a combination of the church and the couch. I hope that they sit in front of the altar, I hope that they lean on it. I hope that the roof is destroyed and that you can see the ship from within. I hope that the little papers look like flower petals and that the bottle looks like a bouquet. I hope he tries to smile but fails.
I hope I cry.
Though you’ve long gone cold,
The taste of you lingers on
And haunts all my dreams
(content warning: blood)
Sewed Up Heart
[ID: A Trigun comic done in grayscale with red accents. First, an anatomical heart gushes blood, forming a puddle which shifts into Vash's coat. Vash's gloved hands can be seen sewing up a tear at the hem.
Vash raises his hands, which are now bare and covered in blood. He looks sweaty and distressed, and he raises his coat to his face and cries into it. His clenched hands rip the sewed portion apart, and the red thread leads to a heart whose own stitches are tearing apart. The background gets darker and darker, and the red looks brighter and starker against it.
Then the background returns to white, and brown-skinned hands using embroidery scissors snip a red thread. Wolfwood holds up Vash's repaired coat, grinning proudly, and does a happy thumbs-up in Vash's direction. Vash lifts his head, seeming distant.
Wolfwood holds out the coat. As Vash puts out his hand to take it, the cloth is replaced so Wolfwood is dropping a sewed-up heart in Vash's hand. Vash rubs the coat against his face with a teary smile. End ID] ID CREDITS
This fic is lovely please read it 🥺
Come Home, Please
Trigun: Plantwood 🔞
There is something off about the people of July. Wolfwood and Nai can feel it in the air as soon as they arrive. It’s something familiar, Nai thinks.
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150 years of running has finally caught up to Nai. Vash has found him, and this time, he’s not willing to let him get away.
A collab with the amazing @kaczsia 🥹
Trigun Stampede x Nimona
Character Replacement:
Vash the Stampede: Ambrosius Goldenloin
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: Ballister Boldheart
Nai Million Knives: Gloreth Goldenloin
Nai and Vash are siblings so Ambrosius and Gloreth will be siblings despite the 1000 year difference in the movie☺️.
I’m yet to decide who Nimona would be but I’ve got two characters in mind, either Livio to play in with Ballister’s side or Meryl Stryfe.
Drabble #2
Nicholas D. Wolfwood x gn!reader
Once in a while I have a dream that's not a nightmare or doesn't make any sense
And today I had a very nice dream (even if I felt so weird when I woke up)
It was to good to not share it
So here
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The feeling of drifting and cloudy vision was enough proof to make you realize you're dreaming. But the softness of grass you were laying on gave you hope it was not just an image created by your brain, an illusion you wished to see. You opened your eyes (or were they open from the start?) and saw vibrant blue mixing with oranges, yellows and pinks, sun rays shining between soft clouds lazely stalking through the sky.
Is your mind really capable of creating something this beautiful?
Your pondering was stopped by the feeling of weight on your palm, weird warm sensation traveling from it. Your gaze shifted from the sky to your side as light breeze tickle your skin.
He was there.
Laying beside you, his hand holding yours, looking peaceful and relaxed, like there was nothing to worry about in this world.
And maybe there wasn't, here on the green hill, with setting or rising sun, you were not able to tell, where the only sound was caused by wind and the quiet breathing.
You took in all his features, examining him like a priceless painting, your eyes trailing on his tanned skin, admiring the shape of his nose, the dark hair falling on his closed eyes and how his lips twisted into content smile. You were surprised by the lack of cigarette in his mouth, a long blade of grass was put in it's place.
Yeah, you were definitely dreaming.
Raspy laugh snapped your out of this trans, making you notice that the man beside you now had his head turned to look at you.
Ah, he had really nice dark eyes.
"Like what you see?" he asked playfully.
Your only answer was a nod, too scared to speak up, like your voice could disturb this fantasy and everything would just disappear, making you come back to reality.
Apparently, he wasn't expecting you to seamlessly admit to your views on him, startling him enough to look away in embarrassment. Grip on your hand tightened.
Sighing, you lifted yourself into a sitting position and leaned on your non-occupied hand. The man send you a questioning gaze once your eyes met again. Motioning with your chin to your lap you send him a small smile, hoping he'll understand your silent suggestion. He looked away again but seconds later he dropped your hand, warm leaving you for a moment and coming back again when you felt his head on your thighs.
You lifted your hand lightly grazing your fingers through his cheek, feeling the heat radiating from it. You hesitated, fearing of losing this feeling in a second, but a pleased sigh coming from him erased those thoughts, even if only for a moment.
You continued caressing his skin, second hand coming to glide your fingers through his dark locks.
With a soft smile on your face you could feel your eyelids closing, the drifting feeling came back making you painfully aware of yours time here ending. As if he could sense it too, he took your hand that was previously resting in his cheek and placed it in his lips and closed his eyes. Opening them again, he smiled at you and spoke up in a soft voice.
"I'll wait."
Would he really? Was it even possible at that point to just wait here? Will you even be able to come back?
You hoped so. You hoped it wasn't a dream at all. You wished it was reality.
And maybe someday, somehow it could be.
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I love the shape of Wolfwood's nose in the 98 anime (okay, it may sound kinda weird but- I can't really explain it, who knows that knows)
Also you can tell how single I am
It kinda has a potential to have a second part
misc trigun doodles! i felt so hyped for stampede that watched the first anime ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ