barrenmockingbird

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I SWEAR TO YOU IM WORKING ON THE BLOOMFIC I just have unmedicated adhd and physically cannot write for more than fifteen minutes at a time rn qwp

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is now a bad time to tell you that I don't like vw unless knives is there 🧍🧍

like I fully went into tristamp expecting to go feral over them and instead knives grabbed me by the throat

#tristamp #trigun stampede #plantcest #technically #icarus shhhh youre annoying

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I was hoping to have the bloomfic done by today but ALAS I don't think that's gonna be the case qwp

hopefully by sunday as a late birthday thing for my boys

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ao3 is down which means i've gone feral so k/v snippet under the cut, don't expect greatness this is very unfinished

cw: dubcon (i promise vash wants it but also heat fuckery and Emotions), intersex plant anatomy, plantcest ment (duh, but nothing explicit), uuuuuh mentions of blood but nothing graphic

Nai is there, in his dreams. He’s always there, really, but his blooms make it harder to forget how much he misses his brother. The last time they’d been anywhere near each other before Jenora Rock was during a bloom, maybe sixty years ago now, and it was catastrophic. The town Vash had hidden himself in was nearly leveled as Nai fought to get to him, and he barely remembers gathering his things and running through the haze of the desert. He dreams of that night vividly, of the smell of his brother’s responding bloom haunting him in the hundred or so years that have passed since then.

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Vash’s chest aches as his eyes shoot open, disoriented for a moment in the moonlight before he remembers where he is. The ache between his legs has intensified and he hesitantly traces his hand down his body, shivering as the breeze cools the sweat on his skin.

‘So sensitive.’ Nai’s voice taunts from his dreams, and he stifles a whimper despite the lack of anyone around to hear him. Vash pushes himself to sit up, fumbling for his water as the breeze makes his makeshift curtain rustle. He looks down at himself, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline when he sees just how much slick he’s stained his blanket and the mattress beneath it with. His brow furrows as he drags his fingers through the little puddle it’s made, frowning.

Vash doesn’t usually slick like this when he's alone, some part of him understanding that there is no mate for him to ease the way for, that Nai isn’t there.

Something catches his attention as the breeze picks up and he sniffs at the air, and his eyes go wide. There’s a particular scent in the air, ever familiar despite how long it’s been since he last encountered it, and his body responds in kind when he realizes what - or rather who - is coming. More slick gushes from his cunt, pheromones flaring wildly as his biology calls for his mate.

Vash panics.

He isn’t so far gone that he’s entirely helpless, but as he dresses the oversensitivity ramps up and makes him whine. He slaps a hand to his mouth to stifle it, and he haphazardly looks around for something to cover up the smell of his bloom. But, just like when he’d gotten there, the room is almost barren, and he curses himself for not settling closer to the center of town. The smell of blood and rot had been thicker there and would have been able to conceal his scent, and he curses again, louder as he struggles to pull his boots on and tie the laces with shaking hands.

Vash knocks over his canteen in his haste to pack his things away and bites back a frustrated cry as he picks it up, double checking how much water is still inside before he tucks it safely into his pack. The wind blows again and the smell of Nai’s bloom thickens around him. It makes him light-headed in a way his own bloom doesn’t anymore, knees weak and cunt clenching around nothing. He wants viscerally, wants to fall into Nai’s arms and just let him take care of this, let him taste and fuck into his battered body. Vash shakes the feeling off as much as he can, trying to ignore the instinctual urge to stay right where he is, to let his mate come to him and soothe the ache between his legs and in his belly. He has to struggle to keep control of himself and not give in to his biology. He clings to the reminder that his friends are still somewhere in this town, hopefully asleep and unaware of what danger they’re in.

#plantcest #kv #tristamp #knivesvash #writing

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bird app is broke so uh

anyone want plantcest snippets?? I'm 2k words into it and we haven't even seen nai yet

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what was supposed to be a quick sketch that i instead spent like an hour trying to perfect before i gave up

it's titled millions brocon on my computer and i think i'm funny

pls be nice i haven't drawn in uh. years.

#millions knives #nai #my bbg really #doodle #plantcest #technically #he's looking at vash here i swear

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me: ah yes I'm gonna write this cool ass murder au, it'll be so good

also me: plant biology pwp?

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it is a GOOD DAY I FOUND BOTH KV POP FIGURES

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I have spent so long in the plantcest tag on twitter that there is nothing new which means now I get to make my own content and I DUN WANNA

i mean I'll do it but

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I am thinking

plantcest(maybe plantwood???) murderertwins au

nicks a detective, vash is a barista, nai is an eccentric weirdo of an artist

#plantcest #putting this out into the world as encouragement to actually write it #plantwood

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starting fresh!!

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plantcest focused currently, hopefully I can get ✨something✨ finished and posted soon úwù