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Mechanical Mayfly ❤️🌱

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Private constructive criticism is welcomed to help me improve!

First time really giving shading a try so its a little rough around the edges but ive only been drawing for 3-ish months so!

I cant do my taglist since im shadowbanned rn so....hope this gets seen!

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He is an infinite source of heat for his very cold girlfriend

He is happy she is so close

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#ok to rb #my art #🔧peace through superior fire power #i just messed around with colors tbh #just wanted to see what that brush looked like #seven

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I gave up a lil

I didnt wanna draw arms but they huggin

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Security Bets 💵

Written for @kendallroysmethpipe / @weirdgirlgf. I said I'd write out S/I's interacting and I meant it. The first of many. It doesn't matter how different the universes are. I can mash them together. Reminder that I'm open to fic/fic and fic/art trades as well as enjoy writing for my mutuals and followers!

Succession x Trigun anyone?

Characters: Seven (S/I), MJ (S/I), Vash the Stampede, Kendall Roy (Mentioned) Word Count: 1023 CW: Mentions of Alcohol Reblogs > Likes 💕

Somehow, the journalists were louder than the drunk patrons of the bar. All of it was enough to have their ears ringing. Their eyebrow twitched in frustration as a flood of invasive questions were hurled at them like hard rocks. "Can I enjoy my drink in peace?" Their teeth ground together hard enough to snap their teeth.

Their question was ignored as their persistent questioning continued.

This was a stupid idea; they should have known this was going to happen. The public latched onto gossip like a pack of starving animals. Even the smallest rumors would have them foaming at the mouth. Just need to slip out and–

The door of the bar was kicked open with enough force to nearly knock it off the hinges. It silenced the entire bar in an instant, the crowd turning to stare at the taller and slender stranger standing in the doorway, eyes shrouded by their orange glasses.

"You have 5 seconds to empty this bar before I level it to the ground." A deep male voice spoke. A gloved hand reached down at his thigh, pulling out a shiny custom revolver. His fingers strategically reloaded bullets into the chamber before clicking the barrel closed.

"One." He begins counting as he steps forward, and that single step was enough to send everyone scrambling for an exit. That one step exposed that signature red jacket that no one could mistake. The once noisy saloon is now dead silent. All that remains are them, the red-coated man, and the waitstaff? 

Why were the staff still there?

Heavy boots clicked on the ground as the man approached. Those glasses hid eyes that pierced directly into their soul, sending shivers down their spine. His spiky blonde hair was a striking feature. His pistol was raised, resting under their chin as he raised it with the barrel, making them look him in the eyes.

Oh god, they were so dead—he was going to kill them. This was the end, and–

"Okay, Vash. The people we needed out of here are gone. You don’t have to act intimidating anymore."

"Aw!" The blonde’s act was dropped immediately, and the pistol was quickly placed back into its holster. In that moment, his eyes were shining like a child being told it was bedtime. His hand rubbed the back of his head. "Did I do a good job? Do you think they were scared? How scary was I?" He leaned over towards them, getting in their face to ask them questions with excitement. "How would you rate your fear on a scale of 1 to 10?"

The blonde was jerked away from them with a loud, whiney yelp, protesting at the small, red-haired woman, who quickly hushed him like a dog.

She turned her attention to them. "MJ, right?" 

MJ was speechless. Their eyes shifted towards their drink momentarily, wondering if it had been laced while they weren’t looking.

"Sorry about him. He likes to play tough and scary sometimes." She slid into the seat next to them, a glass of whiskey on the rocks set in front of her. "You’re buying this, by the way. I’ll take it as a thank you for getting the journalists off your back."

"I’m sorry—who are you?" MJ finally got the words out.

"Not anybody too important, but my name’s Seven. Yes, that’s my actual name. Don’t think about it for too long." She slammed back the drink quickly, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips. "I already know who you are. Everyone does, after all. What’s it like dating a rich guy? Must be living such a lavish life. You don’t fit in at a place like this."

"Upper-class life is hardly enjoyable." They grumbled in reply, yet their muscles seemed to lose tension at the sight of the once-threatening blonde man now messing with a juke box like it was a new toy.

"I bet." Seven chuckles. "Listen, I’ll keep it quick. I just did you a favor, so I’d like for you to do me a favor in return." "Why should I? I’m thankful for the help, but I don’t see much benefit from striking a deal with a stranger."

"You know who that is?" Seven used her thumb to point back to the blonde, whose eyes were still glowing with glee. "Does a $60 billion dollar man ring a bell?"

MJ’s eyes shifted to the corner—a tack board with posters lined up neatly. In the middle? That dumb blonde man, fingers clutching his chin with a cheeky smile. 

"Wanted…dead or alive...$60 billion dollars... Vash the Stampede!" MJ was surprisingly calm about being in his presence, but seeing him clap his hands in joy when he was given a record to play made it clear there was a larger story at play.

"Bingo. He’s with me, and his name scares everyone who hears it. So I was thinking." She tapped her fingers on the bar. "You and your little boyfriend spare us some cash to let us get into your city without any problems, and I’ll have Mr. Stampede here keep unwanted press attention off you for a long, long time."

MJ glanced down at their drink, watching as the ice shifted around in slow motion. It wouldn’t kill them to spare some money; however, they felt a little used. At the same time…they wanted nothing more than to be left alone by the media.

Perhaps it was a buzz that they answered without even considering Kendall’s thoughts on the matter. "Deal." 

Seven offered them a thumbs up with a cheeky grin. "Perfect." She stood up from her seat, sliding the empty glass back towards the bartender, who seemed unphased by the entire situation. "We’ll be in touch. I think you and I could be great friends."

She clapped her hands, the blonde standing at attention. "Come on, Vash. Wolfwood is waiting for us." 

Vash reached his hand up at MJ with a bright smile, waving his hand in rapid fashion. "Nice to meet you! See you later!"

As MJ was now left alone in the bar, only one thought came to mind.

What the fuck?

#ok to rb #self ship #self ship community #self ship fanfiction #my writing #weirdgirlgf #🔧peace through superior fire power #others ships

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When your lover is lightweight as shit

I cant credit them because they choose to remain anonymous but I was given this as a gift from someone on my writing blog who refers to themselves as "bone ass anon" and it has me in fucking tears

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@ascend-to-the-clouds had an idea and @whispywoodland made it a reality. Outfit swap and Vash absolutely ROCKS the crop top btw.

Please go follow whispywoodland their art is wonderful!!! Thank you Molly im crying

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🔧Peace Through Superior Fire Power

Here it is! I finally put it down into words. It's a bit of a jumbled mess of random thoughts and I apologize for that but here is the story of my S/I Seven and Vash. Please let me know what you think about it! How she feels about Meryl, Milly and Wolfwood are also mentioned in here. This post is ok to reblog!

CW: Mentions of alcoholism, blood, wounds, mentions of sex. Ask me to tag if you need anything tagged!

Seven’s story before meeting Vash:

Seven grew up in a large family with 12 other siblings. Due to the large size of her family, she was very reclusive. Most of her time was spent reading or tinkering to keep away from loud, screaming children. It should be noted that despite this, she adores her family above all else. Her family means the world to her. She left home at 16 to pursue an internship as an engineer in Augusta. She left without taking much money with her, so Seven was really scraping by on the small amounts of commission she got from her internship or taking up random jobs around the city. At one point, her desperate jobs cost her her eye, which she replaced with one she created herself.

Their first meeting and beyond:

Since everyone on Gunsmoke knows "Vash the Stampede," she was well informed on all the rumors about him. Much like everyone else, she believed there was no way a single man could actually reduce an entire city to ashes in one night and assumed all rumors about him were exaggerated. It wasn’t until her mentor told her about the custom gun that the "Humanoid Typhoon" carries that she became interested. While everyone else was after him for the $60 billion dollar bounty, she wanted that gun. So when Vash the Stampede rolled into town, she took her chance and made off with his gun. Of course he noticed instantly and chased her down until she gave it back, but that didn’t stop her. Seven is incredibly stubborn. Despite giving his gun back, she attempted this multiple days in a row. After the 4th time, Vash had enough and was about ready to hand her over to the sheriff, but the two of them struck a deal. Vash would let her study his gun, and in exchange, she would repair it.

Seven did such an excellent job at repairing it that Vash was thoroughly impressed. Most people he took it to would complain it was too complex to repair, but she had it back to normal in record time. Another deal was agreed upon with them where he would bring her parts from his trips and she would fix his gun every time. It worked in Seven’s favor, as Vash would often bring large hauls back with him, meaning she didn’t need to spend money on spare parts.

This exchange lasted for a couple of years while the two became friends. Seven thought it strange that she continued to grow but Vash never changed in appearance, but she chose not to question it. Her hard labor and simple joy of drinking spiraled into a bit of a drinking problem for her once she turned 21. Vash would often bring a bottle of whiskey with him as well as parts for payments, and she would chug the whole bottle in an hour.

It started to change between them when Vash drunkenly stumbled into her home one day. He was drenched in blood, and his coat was torn in multiple places. He was so wasted that she couldn’t understand a single word he said. She quickly took him in and roughly patched up his wounds to the best of her ability using torn cloth and alcohol. Seven was very aware that Vash had no one else to turn to. Anyone would kill him for the price on his head. This was the first time she saw just how badly scarred he was. Seeing multiple chunks of his flesh simply missing made her gag, but she held strong once she saw Vash look violently insecure about all of it. It was the first time they had a real heart-to-heart where Vash talked about his refusal to kill anyone, the reasons why he can’t stop moving, and the things that scared him. Seven listened to all of it, and on that day she realized all the rumors about "Vash the Stampede" really were overdramatic. She saw Vash for who he really was: A "man" who wants to protect everyone on the planet and spread a message of peace and equality.

Their meetings started turning from gun repairs to simply hanging out. She offered her home as a safe place for him to stay when he wanted a break from being on the run. During this time, she was introduced to Meryl, Milly, and Wolfwood, with whom she became good friends. Wolfwood and her butt heads a bit, but she was thankful there was someone out there looking out for Vash. Vash had made it clear that Seven was never allowed to go with them, and she was okay with following this rule. She knew how dangerous it was to follow him around, and she wasn’t ready to risk her life like that.

One night when Vash visits alone, the two of them get a bit too drunk, and it gets handsy between them. They end up sleeping together, and it makes things a little awkward between them. Seven begins to realize she has feelings for Vash, but Vash is terrified of commitment. They try to move past the event, but each time they hang out again, the air feels tense as their feelings for each other get stronger and stronger, even though they stay quiet about it.

Fast forward a bit, and the Augusta incident happens. Seven and many others thankfully escaped due to Vash’s vigilance in scaring everyone out of town, but as she sees the town reduced to ashes in the distance, she’s horrified to know Vash is still in there. Seven, Meryl, and Milly were all forced to watch in horror, not knowing if Vash was even alive anymore. She chose to go with the insurance girls, as her home had now been destroyed and the man she was in love with was now missing.

The three temporarily settled down in Jenora Rock. During this time, Seven’s mental health started to spiral. Vash was hated even more, as not only had he leveled a second city, but he blew a hole into the 5th moon. Every Time she walked outside, someone would be gossiping about Vash, usually in a nasty manner. Her drinking problem became much worse because of this. Meryl and Milly would often find her passed out in the streets in the middle of the night after drinking her sorrows away.

Despite her drinking problem, she was able to get herself a small home and a job in Jenora Rock, making it her new home. A while after settling in, Milly brings her a letter from Wolfwood in which he says he has something she’s going to want to see. Seven is fearing the worst—that Wolfwood found something that signified Vash was dead.

What she didn’t expect was for Wolfwood to knock on her door late one night, bringing with him a man with long blonde hair and a scruffy beard. As soon as he greeted her, she knew it was Vash. She threw herself at him and punched him as hard as she could in the stomach (making him double over in pain), but then proceeded to hug him and cry as hard as she could.

She hurled insults at him while he held her and comforted her. Wolfwood left to give them room and speak with the insurance girls.

From there, Vash tells her the truth about him. That he’s not human, that his brother is after him and all the humans, and that he has to stop him. He talks about how, after the Augusta incident, he spent the time living a hidden life as a man named Eriks because he wasn’t ready to face the world. Unfortunately, Wolfwood wasn’t going to let him keep that peaceful life, but he knew it was for the best. He realizes from the obscene amount of empty beer bottles that Seven’s drinking problem had worsened while he was gone.

Seven is normally closed off, but already tipsy and shaken by Vash’s reappearance, she spills her guts. She’s nearly in tears the entire time, insulting him for leaving all of them unaware if he was alive or not. The way she speaks causes Vash to break down as well. He admits the same feelings but keeps saying he’s scared because people who get close to him always get killed. The two have lots of back and forth with tears, laughter, and stories before they end up sleeping together once again.

After it, they hold each other, and that’s where their relationship starts. Vash keeps the harsh ground rule that she is never to follow him or get in his way, and she agrees. All she knows is that when he holds her, she sees some happiness form in his dark, cloudy eyes, and all she wants to do is give him the life she knows he deserves.

He’s more than "Vash the Stampede" or "The Humanoid Typhoon." He is a broken man, backed into a corner by the world.

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Suggestive art below cut? Don't worry they are just "cuddling"

Did this as a warm up cause hair and hands are a nightmare

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[hiseternalmayfly]

I have found the love of my life and my best friend in you. The way you understand me, support me, love me, and care for me is beyond words. When you walk hand in hand with me, I feel like the strongest and the happiest man in the universe! When you look into my eyes, I feel that I can overcome anything. Seeing you happy brightens my day and makes me think I am doing the right things! Holding you is one of the best feelings in the world! Thinking about it makes me feel all fuzzy, like I might just float off into the sky. Not only are you perfect on the inside, but you’re also hot! I could go on for days about you, babe, but I’ll close this out now. Thank you for always believing in me and bringing out the best in me. - Vash

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE WAY MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT

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OK WE WERE JUST MESSING ABOUT AND YOU GO AND CALL ME MAYFLY....NOW IM CRYING

#rambles #GOD HELP ME #🔧peace through superior fire power

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5, 11, 13, and 14 for the gush post!!

5. Gush about the little things your f/o does when they’re thinking really hard about something!

Answered here!

11. Gush about your favorite chapter/book/episode/scene etc. your F/O is in!

THIS WAS SO HARD TO CHOOSE BUT IM GONNA GO WITH THE FIGHT IN "DIABLO" IN TRI98

THE FIRST TIME VASH SNAPS AND REALLY LETS HIS ANGER OUT AND FUCKING THAT LINE "Diablo! You finally reveal your true face at last" FUCK THAT LINE IS SO FUCKING GOOD-- GOD THIS EPISODE IS SO GOOD. THE WAY HES SO READY TO TAKE HIS LIFE BUT HESITATES BECAUSE IF HE KILLS HE LOSES THE LAST PART OF REM HE HAS LEFT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AND THE WAY HE LOOKS -- F U C K

13. Gush about your F/O’s personality!

Vash and his personality are so complicated. The way he switches between trying to make everyone laugh to trying to hold himself together with what little mental sanity he has left. When hes silly goofy hes a pure ray of sunshine but when the weight of the world is on his shoulders I want to hold him and tell him its all okay...........

14. Gush about how your F/O treats you (Are they protective? Loving? Are you the only person who gets to see their soft side?)!

He's probably too overprotective but he is also much softer and freer. He's more willing to just be himself, not overly happy but down drowning in despair. I let him have a place where he can just be Vash with no strings attached.

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5, 12, 16 -- violetsareblue-selfships

5. Gush about the little things your f/o does when they’re thinking really hard about something!

When Vash is thinking really hard he'll furrow his eyebrows and tap his fingers against his knees while sticking his tongue out. He looks like a cartoon character but this is just how he is and it is so cute like on god my guy? You goofy little guy?

12.) Gush about the way your F/O looks at you (with heart eyes, of course)!

LITTLE SIDE SMILES. I LOVE LITTLE SIDE SMILES, or it'll be the biggest toothy grin and its so...so good

16. Gush about your F/O’s cuddles!

Vash is a very handsy guy so if he's cuddling hes going all in. He's wrapping himself around me like a tortilla. Full legs and arms around like he'll die if he lets go. He is so baby...

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