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What's this? Wolfwood sneaking up behind the Stampede, getting riiiight up close to blow a whistle of air to the back of the shell in his ear. If the other were to strike or punch him, he'd be ready to duck! "Heh, what's gotten into you, blondie? You got that thousand yard stare."

usually, the stampede can keep himself in the present when his companion is around. usually he manages to keep his distant doubts at bay for long enough that the priest either doesn't notice or isn't given enough of a reason to get involved. they work that way, vash supposes. wolfwood doesn't pry or get too involved and vash doesn't push his fears on the other. still, the brush of warm air that grazes vash's ear has him ducking and spinning out of the way on instinct.

eyes wide, glasses skewed by the sudden movement, vash all but ends up sat on the ground in his scrambled attempt to get away from his would-be bounty claimer-- wolfwood? panic gives way to surprise and surprise soon gives way to confusion. thousand yard stare? he was just appreciating the scenery, watching the sun set with the usual bittersweet memories filling his head as they play on repeat over and over again...

okay, maybe he did have a thousand yard stare - fair play wolfwood.

hand lifts to brush fingertips 'gainst the shell of his ear where wolfwood has blown a whistle against his skin. it still prickles with the sensation. cerulean gaze softens at the realisation as the stampede gives in and settles back into the sand, adjusting his glasses again before he focuses fully on the priest. trust him to know when vash needed interrupting most, huh? "little old me? i was just--just enjoying the sunset, is--is there something weird about that? i can enjoy this view from down here, if you prefer that? wolfwood?"

the lopsided, tentative smile that works its way onto vash's lips doesn't quite reach his eyes.

#wolfcross #answered. #ic. #HI HELLO I MISSED U #wrestled him into submission for this just for u aghdghj

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one moment, there's lips pressed inches away from his own - breath ghosting over the stampede's skin as his heart pitches up beneath his ribcage and every inch of him pulls taut, ready for the rush that... doesn't come?

the next, vash is blinking bright eyes open again to meet the harsh blue of the cloudless sky above him - the heat of the sun beating down on him rather than the weight of the undertaker he thought he'd well and truly captured this time. hands still linger above his head in the sand - mind lagging behind the turn of events. blood pressure drops and the stampede lifts his head just in time to watch wolfwood button his suit jacket up (and even just the sight in of itself is enough to replace that pressure at the pit of his stomach again--).

pushing himself up and propping his weight up on his elbows, vash can't help the fond grin that spreads over his lips. it's all too easy to forget why they're here together when wolfwood makes it so easy to distract them from their individual goals - it's all too easy for vash to think again about returning to his pacifist comfort zone if it would mean he could keep this dance up for a little longer. still, he knows it's not his decision to make as a light laugh peels from vash's chest in response. distantly, he hopes wolfwood doesn't notice the ever so slightly hollow nature to the sound.

"... aw, wolfwood - if you handed me in for that bounty, i'm sure you could buy as many shirts as you like! more than i can afford with my pocket money, anyway--" it's an extremely roundabout way of saying that vash the stampede isn't known for carrying much in the way of money. he's running on his last six bullets as it is-- vision settles on the priest's chest again, the plant barely supressing the stall in his thought process at the sight. "besides, maybe you should style this look out - i know i prefer it--"

he braces, waiting for something to be thrown at his head for the comment.

✟ ― He knew, rather, they both knew that Vash could have easily escaped from his hold if he chose to. Instead he's allowing himself be pinned under Wolfwood like some hapless victim of circumstance, oh no.

Now he ain't sure if that's what's ticking him off, or if Vash truly was oblivious of his effect on him. Wolfwood's eyes had followed the dart of that pink tongue, and that lopsided grin was making the moths in his stomach go flip. And the fact that his chest is bare and his flushed skin is pressing against the cloth of the the Stampede's shirt. He feels a feint static buzz in the places they contact ― and it makes him wonder if that's got somethin' to do with the glow of those intricate lines in his eyes.

Vash's words snap him out of his daze, and now its making him sweat for a different kind of reason. Ironic use of words coming from the blond. It does make him wonder if he's still nonethewiser about his true intent and mission. He knows Vash wasn't as stupid as he looks.

" Plan? Oh yeah I've got a plan for you alright, blondie. " there's a tick forming on his forehead as Wolfwood threatens, mouth practically a breath away from Vash's plaint lips. Oh how easy would it be to just ― Instead, Wolfwood lets his irk override all his other emotions and forces himself to push himself off the blond, leaving him cold on his back on the sand.

" Plan for you to make you buy me a new shirt the next town over! " Wolfwood turns away, a bit flustered, grumbling. " The hell would you even do that for you little shit? This is my only decent shirt!"

He then starts to button up his coat jacket to make up for the lack of buttons of his dress shirt. So now it sinches at his waist and only serves to emphasize the V of his exposed chest. Good luck with that then, Vash the Stampede.

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#wolfcross #ic. #HI #DROPS THIS AT UR FEET #SPRINTS OFF INTO THE DISTANCE

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++ maybe leave this a like if you're okay with me sending lil ic asks sometimes while i'm still struggling for writing time?

#ooc. #pls pls pls pls pls #i love leaving lil things in people's inboxes

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++ hiiiiiii

#ooc. #personal // #so i'm still working myself into the ground and struggling to find the energy/time to write on here #i swear i want to be here i really do i miss everyone and writing vash but i am not #in the headspace where i can write someone like him #and be confident in my portrayal #if that makes sense #idk #but im working on it #u all will just have to bare with me a bit #writing is hard enough let alone when ur running on three monster a day just to make ends meet #something's gotta give dude!!! #that or i'm gonna fall asleep while im driving home one day #and Then we'll see

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++ apologies for the radio silence over here for the past week or so... i've been so busy recently trying to earn enough money to make ends meet and as a result i've been super drained and tired on the days i actually get the time to sit down and write oof

#ooc. #personal // #i am #so eepy all the time #energy drinks can only keep me going for so long lmao #it's fine i'll get back on here to write some stuff soon hopefully #i am just #tired

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++ how do u all write so fast...... i get through two words and need a breather.....

#ooc. #showstopping truly

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one moment wolfwood's holding him in close, heated breath ghosting o'er the shell of vash's ear around a voice that may as well be a growl for all the threat mustered behind it. and the next? the world spins and the air is knocked from the stampede's chest as his back hits the sand and there's a weight firmly placed atop his hips. the only sound he manages to make is a high gasp as his mins stutters and struggles to catch up to the rush filling every inch of him from wolfwood's hands downward.

cerulean gaze blinks open, pupils dilating as he focuses on the undertaker above him - tongue darting out to wet his lips in something akin to anticipation. though, the awestruck expression plastered on the plant's features doesn't last too long as he flexes his hands beneath wolfwood's grip, testing how much movement he has here.

"well... it appears that you have me captured, undertaker." chin tilts upward, an attempt to close the distance between them as he leans up against the grip holding him in place. something akin to a lopsided grin spreading across soft lips. if wolfwood looks closely enough, he'd notice the glint of white lines through the stampede's iris'. "you got a plan of where to go from here? i gotta say, i'm all ears~" / @wolfcross

✟ ― His eye was twitching. Wolfwood finds himself on his back with this clumsy blond doofus pinning him down with his weight. He gives him nothing but a death glare and hopes that his anger and his rose tinted shades were enough to mask whatever blush that's forming on his cheeks.

Oh he could feel Vash's hands grope him alright. Prosthetic and gloved fingers pawing at Wolfwood's suntanned skin. He isn't slow on the uptake.

This idiot.

Wolfwood's hand shot out to catch Vash by jaw so he could tug it to the side and speak up against his ear. " That's considerate of you sweetheart, but I didn't ask for your help. " he says with as much threat and irritation as he can.

While Vash is momentarily distracted, he clamps his legs around the other's middle to maneuver their positions, flipping them over so he could sit on top.

" Checkmate. " he declares triumphantly, with hands pinning Vash's wrists above his head, and gold crucifix revealed and dangling down from his neck to lightly graze the blond's chest.

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#wolfcross. #ic. #suggestive // #HE IS LIVING HIS BEST LIFE!!!! #vash vc go on you know you want to

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the elbow to his temple does nothing to deter the stampede as he ends up atop the undertaker, flattening his hands over wolfwood's chest - smoothing his fingers across his ribcage with a smug grin plastered on his face.

"oh just helping you out of that uncomfortably tight shirt! you must feel so stifled in that every day haha--"

#wolfcross. #ic. #this isn't even crack #it's ic #he WOuld #he's so stupid im so sorry #also i'm just rbing this i cannot be arsed to make a new post afhgdgfhdghf

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*lifts him up by the back of his collar like a feral cat*

literally just hangs there, reaches out for wolfwood with his grabby hands. "ohh you want a hug? we can hug! you just have to ask!!"

#wolfcross. #crack. #answered. #i hate him so much #he's so shameless #throw him wolfwood #throw him as far as you can

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++ i maybe should have put this somewhere in my carrd but i struggle a LOT with duplicate anxiety... especially with muses like vash where i put a Lot of my own thought and ideas into the way i write them. as such, if you're a duplicate blog.... please don't follow me. i don't have anything against my rp partners writing with duplicates of course and i completely understand that some people don't mind interacting with duplicates but i do as it makes me incredibly uncomfortable due to personal reasons

#ooc. #psa. #i've softblocked everyone that has followed me recently #because i've been feeling increasingly uncomfortable on this blog which.... isn't the point at all #i've done tumblr rp long enough to know that the second i sacrifice my own comfort #for other people's sake #then things go downhill real fast #so this is me putting my comfort first for once #i'm sorry i don't like doing this kind of thing but #the sudden influx of followers and duplicates really threw me off kilter #and i want to enjoy vash as a character #so this is how i do that

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the pet name washes over him, colour dusting the stampede's cheeks for a moment. still, his expression softens as vash leans in closer - lollipop hanging from his lips still. playing dumb seems like more fun, though. "yeah? what kind of payment is it you want, hm? i'm fresh out of cash, you see." / @wolfcross

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plucks the lolipop out of wolfwood's mouth, flashing a winning grin in the process and placing the sweet between his own lips. "thanking you kindly!"

"Hey sweet thing, you know that's still gunna cost ya right? " He grins then points a finger towards his cheek, expecting a kiss from him at least.

#wolfcross. #ic. #crack. #the names wolfwood calls vash.... my heart

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exhaustion … sentence starters

the exhausted

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Can you help me back to bed?”

“I’m okay. I’m not even that tired.”

“I don’t remember the last time I slept.”

“I can’t sleep, yet. There’s too much to do.” 

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

“I promise I’ll sleep in a bit, just let me finish this, first.”

“Can you help me lie down? I can’t move, I’m too tired.”

“I can’t even think straight anymore… maybe I need to sleep.”

“Of course I want to relax. But, we don’t all get what we want.”

“I’m so tired I can’t do anything, but I’m not tired enough to sleep…”

the concerned

“You keep yawning.”

“Go. Sleep. That’s not a request.”

“If you’re that tired, just take a nap.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this tired?”

“Those are some bad bags under your eyes.”

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open, go lie down.”

“I haven’t seen you sleeping in a long time, what’s up?”

“I just had to stop you from toppling over. You’re not okay.”

“With everything you’ve been through lately, of course you’re tired.”

“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.”

misc

(doze) : one muse falls asleep on the other’s shoulder

(tuck) : one muse finds the other passed out onto the bed, and tucks them in

(collapsed) : one muse finds the other passed out on the floor from exhaustion

(carry) : one muse finds the other after they’ve fallen asleep on a chair / couch, and carries them to bed 

(cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket

(assist) : one muse finds the other so tired they’re having trouble standing and helps them walk somewhere to lie down

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off

#meme. #makes grabby hands

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@abelshot asked: scribble of vash carrying meryl on his shoulders please and thank u op

NOW who's the shortest

#ooc. #LOOK AT THEEEM GOOOOO #i love them ur honor #let them be idiots together challenge!!!

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in order to say that this wasn't going to plan... vash would have to have had a plan in the first place. and, well, to say that would be a lie in of itself.

all he'd thought about was getting the rush of bullets and shrapnel alike - anything after the fact hadn't crossed the stampede's mind. hot air rushes past, through blond hair and against skin dusted with grime and sweat as he runs, skidding 'round corners and catching himself against crumbling walls as boots slip in the sand underfoot. he just has to get them away from wolfwood - has to find somewhere he can lose them and they'll find each other again. they always do. they always get back to one another eventually.

all vash has to do is lose the bounty hunters still racing after him even as the gunman catches a loose pile of dried timber and lets it scatter in the wake of his retreat. they're still on his tail, still shouting and losing bullets every time the stampede hesitates in his route or meets a straighter alleyway offering little in the way of cover. shots clip the tails of his jacket, embedding themselves in concrete and sand alike. he doesn't feel the bullet that glances off of his shoulder, vash's focus remaining stubbornly on getting these people as far away from wolfwood as possible--

he skids to a halt before a rockface.

the rush of cloying dread that drapes itself over him is suffocating as the stampede turns on the balls of his feet, hands up as he forces his best winning smile onto his face. they're already on him, cornering him as vash backs himself up as far as he feels he can without truly trapping himself in their firing line. mind races, gaze scanning his surroundings and coming up empty in the search for another option. "hah--gentlemen, this isn't much of a fair fight now - is it? how about we take a... take a time out!!"

the next few moments pass in slow motion. "nico--?" vash sees the weapon raised at him before he sees wolfwood has caught up to them. then, the world is spinning. their standoff tilts on its axis as arms wrap 'round the stampede's middle and he's thrown against the rock behind him by the force of wolfwood's grip and the explosion that hits next. blood rushes in his ears, filling his skull as crimson paints the side of vash's face - staining blond hair in its wake. it takes far too long for what actually just happened to sink in for vash.

when it does, though? his gun is raised and pointed at the closest hunter's weapon, free arm cradling the undertaker's frame against his chest. don't think about it. just get rid of them. he'll be fine. he'll be fine - he has to be fine.

vash squeezes the trigger, losing a bullet that embeds itself in the muzzle of the bazooka - the explosion it triggers isn't fatal but it's enough to make the hunters question the look in cerulean gaze as the dust begins to settle. enough to make them back off as the stampede's attention turns back to the man in his arms. "hey-- hey wolfwood? wolfwood say something! c'mon-- please--" / @wolfcross.

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✟ ― He's gotten so used to the ringing in his ears it doesn't even phase him anymore ― but it keeps his blood pumping, heart pounding with every ammunition shot out of a smoking barrel. They're getting pelted out there, each bullet like a beating drum in the hollow of his ribcage, while his back rests upon the crumbling remains of a plastered wall.

How the fuck did they get themselves into this kind of mess again? Oh that's right, because the blond moron needed to play savior for so precious little.

Wolfwood grits his teeth so hard in frustration he could snap the butt of his cigarette in half. His whole body was thrumming, hands cradling the hefty gunmetal black body of the Punisher, just itching to move into action like a tightly coiled spring. He could just easily mow down those lowlife goons, but the intense gaze of those babyblues behind tinted glasses, staring right across from where he's taking shelter, keeps him rooted to the spot. Pleading for him to don't do it.

Damn that fucker.

He had warned him. Practically yelled at his face to not to do anything stupid. But sure enough the blond would do the exact fucking opposite. And Wolfwood wonders why he even agreed to put up with this shit. Now even he's getting swept up into the typhoon.

And they don't call the doofus that for nothing either. Because as quick as a flash ― blink and you'll miss it ― he sees Vash suddenly spring into action and starts to sprint away from the scene.

" HEY ! " Wolfwood growls after him, so loud it made his throat hurt. "The hell are you doing!? YOU FUCKING IDIOT !! "

Along with a plethora of other curses under his breath, Wolfwood finally rolls out of his hiding place and starts to move too. Lugging the Punisher under an arm as he chases after them. Does the blond really think he could do these stunts alone? The dumbass really doesn't think before he acts. Wolfwood needs to find a way to gain in on them, so he takes shortcuts, weaving his way through the dusty town, jumping through walls and roofs.

When he does catch up to them, he finds the six-man band of degenerates managing to corner the Stampede near a rock face. Wolfwood was locked and loaded, aiming the Punisher at the bounty hunters ― until one of them aims an absurd looking type of bazooka at the blond.

" . . .TONGARI, WATCH OUT! "

Cigarette falling from his lips, and without a care or a thought, Wolfwood jumps into view, wrapping his arms around Vash as his back takes the brunt of the incoming ammo.

#wolfcross. #ic. #long post // #hiiiiii #if any of this makes sense then i'll be impressed but #here u go as promised FGHDGFHD

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HATER & ANGST ANTHEMS — 3 songs that portray your muse’s negative side of life! Bitter, negative, sad, bad vibes. What songs portray the darker sides of your muse?

Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And Lord, don't let it break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And Lord, don't let it break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

But I'ma stay right here I'ma stay inside I'ma just sit tight For another night

If I can't make it right Then I won't make it worse I'ma just sit tight Until it doesn't hurt

Sometimes, I can't help blaming You For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do? There's plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs But we both know that won't be enough

'Cause I see You in the daytime, and I hear You at night There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes I don't wanna be here, I don't know what to do Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with You

Tagged by: @wolfcross HEHEHEHEH

Tagging: uHHHHHH i don't know who's done this so far so yoink it if u wanna aghjdgh

#character study. #playlist. #i drop this here

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it isn't the first time they've found themselves in the middle of a shootout amongst the rubble and ruin of a town long forgotten and lost to the sands. it also isn't the first time that wolfwood's demanded the stampede leaves and lets the undertaker deal with their issue himself. of course, such an order was vehemently denied by vash as he stubbornly reloads his pistol and turns his attention back to the bounty hunters intent on getting their hands on the ever-growing fund that comes with vash's head.

dust settles around them, filling the air where it sprays from bullet holes missing their mark and hitting old, crumbling walls. blood rushes in vash's ears as he glances to the side where wolfwood sits across the alleyway from him, ducked beneath what remains of an old shop front. cerulean gaze is paired with pinprick pupils and a shake of his head. don't do it. he knows what wolfwood's usual tactic is - they also both know how low he is on those vials of his. he begs his friend and partner with the look in his eyes. let me figure this out - i'll find a way. don't go out there.

there's a lull in the cacophony of flying bullets and shrapnel as their hunters seem to understand they've not hit their mark yet. a glance, tentative in nature around the side of his chosen cover reveals the last thing the stampede had hoped for. they're advancing. there's at least six against the two of them. another glance towards wolfwood and a desperate expression. he can't shout like he wants to - can't plead with the priest not to do what they both know he wants to. vash raises a hand, palm out. stay there. please stay there. the hammer is pulled back on his gun. he has to act first - has to do something before wolfwood can act.

teeth grit and the stampede ducks out from behind his hiding spot, met with a hail of bullets as he scrambles to his feet and turns tail - leading the group further away from where wolfwood sits with the punisher. he will not let wolfwood get hurt because of him. not again. not today. / @wolfcross .

#wolfcross. #ic. #hey so u know that starter i said i was gonna write u #hehehehe #hands u this #we gotta go the long route to it though we gotta get the Build Up

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exhaustion … sentence starters

the exhausted

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Can you help me back to bed?”

“I’m okay. I’m not even that tired.”

“I don’t remember the last time I slept.”

“I can’t sleep, yet. There’s too much to do.” 

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

“I promise I’ll sleep in a bit, just let me finish this, first.”

“Can you help me lie down? I can’t move, I’m too tired.”

“I can’t even think straight anymore… maybe I need to sleep.”

“Of course I want to relax. But, we don’t all get what we want.”

“I’m so tired I can’t do anything, but I’m not tired enough to sleep…”

the concerned

“You keep yawning.”

“Go. Sleep. That’s not a request.”

“If you’re that tired, just take a nap.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this tired?”

“Those are some bad bags under your eyes.”

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open, go lie down.”

“I haven’t seen you sleeping in a long time, what’s up?”

“I just had to stop you from toppling over. You’re not okay.”

“With everything you’ve been through lately, of course you’re tired.”

“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.”

misc

(doze) : one muse falls asleep on the other’s shoulder

(tuck) : one muse finds the other passed out onto the bed, and tucks them in

(collapsed) : one muse finds the other passed out on the floor from exhaustion

(carry) : one muse finds the other after they’ve fallen asleep on a chair / couch, and carries them to bed 

(cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket

(assist) : one muse finds the other so tired they’re having trouble standing and helps them walk somewhere to lie down

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off

#meme. #is my inbox full again? yes #am i still rbing memes? also yes