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needle-noggins · 8 months

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HOO BOY I DIE. Okay I'm catching up on Book Club and I just finished Vol. 11. I'll post more later (probably) (I don't actually have that much to say lately, I'm out of Analysis Juice), but I want to talk a little bit about VM because I've seen the indirect kiss/fistbump so many times and this time it just? broke me??

I wasn't into Vashmeryl until after I finished Trimax for the first time, and even then, I didn't really see it until a good friend showed me the light. It's about the coming together and hoping for a better life, it's about showing your emotions, even if it's messy and weird. It's about healing.

"You really have become a crybaby. Do you think I'm going to lose? You don't think that, do you?" {losing implies failing or dying; Vash doesn't care about the latter, but Meryl clearly does. That complicates Vash's plan, huh?)

I feel like this is... if Vash fears that if Meryl is crying over this, could it be true? He's looking to her for strength. She can't be strong for him. So is he making a mistake? Meanwhile, he's recognizing that, even if there's a chance Meryl is right, he's going to try. He'll be back, (spoiler), he promises. And he's going to try to comfort her before he goes.

Even if you read them as platonic. I just. melt into a puddle of emotion over this.

A little kiss to the knuckles, fist bump. (Nightow, I love you, but man. It really shows through how you're scared of drawing/writing romance. Despite making characters who all love each other SO DEEPLY). The fist bump says, "I care. I love you so much," and maybe a little bit of, "I'm sorry."

Also, Milly is, once again, the smartest person in the room. Meryl can still get sad. Let Meryl get sad. Let her be hurt! She's a whole person, she doesn't have to be strong all the time to be a leader!

I love Milly and Meryl and Vash and Trigun goodnight. I'm going to go back to crying now.

#me and milly shaking hands over meryl whump i guess #she can still be sad!!!!#trigunbookclub #vashmeryl #anyway. i started bawling and made my husband look at me so we could laugh at me instead

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weirdcat1213 · 1 year

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trigun fandom: trimax vol 10 is devastating, it broke my heart, it made me go insane, it murdered my family-

also trigun fandom the moment dark horse drops trimax on paper: 100 copies of trimax vol 10 please

#its so funny that we all want vol 10 #even though vol 10 was The volume if you know what i mean #yes it made me cry and yes i will get my little hands on it #i have to throw it through my window yknow #trimax #trigun maximum #trigun

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yuhi-san · 2 months

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Slowly inching my way through the trigun manga now that I have them.

Personally I think Wolfwood being hit by the car in the middle of the desert where there was literally nothing else to hit around is the most hilarious introduction but the manga is pretty funny too.

Like, they pick up that pathetic, almost dying dude in the middle of nowhere. He plays nice with vash, compliments him, and genuinely likes kids. His priesthood is a little questionable. Once they reach a city that should be buzzing with life but is suspiciously quiet he’s just like… well, see ya! And off he goes.

Actually now that I type it out it strikes me as even funnier. Legato mentioned before that chapel wasn’t there and Wolfwood said his bike broke down. Because of the 98 anime and especially stampede I sort of assumed that their first meeting wasn’t all that much by chance but a ploy to befriend vash and all. Put that now sounds like Wolfwood actually meant to be at the meeting but his bike broke down and he actually almost died in the desert and it was genuine coincident that he was spotted by vash.

which in turn makes me wonder how much this chance meeting influenced Wolfwood. Like in trimax he recognized vash immediately. He knows who he is but still Wolfwood meets him naturally with no real strings attached or however you wanna describe it. Did it impact Wolfwood in a way that meeting vash only after he was set to be his guide would not?

#maybe trimax will come back to that later #or maybe its a case of early installment weridness or retcon #either way it's intresting to think about #anyway glad to see that wolfwood just CANNOT get a cool introduction #also dude went to basically “your smile is so pretty” within like the first few hours #trigun #trimax #nicholas d. wolfwood #lets go read trigun maximum #also word stop auto correcting trigun to trigon fucks sake

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millionsvash · 10 months

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Can I get something about a hopelessly pining Wolfwood and Reader watching an aurora? It's a rare sight and reader for once is so openly expressing themself instead of being closed off and it's making it so hard to suppress his feelings.

Once I started typing this out my brain just kept working. Enjoy some hurt/comfort with a hopeful ending. By the way, I was looping this song while writing and it's so Wolfwood coded I swear. This is written Tri98/Trimax Wolfwood coded. CW: Mentions of blood and wounds.

The silence between the two of you was palatable. Neither of you were big talkers. In fact, you two secretly relished the moments where Vash and the insurance girls ran off so you could finally hear your own thoughts. Both sets of eyes locked to the sky as hues of green, blue, purple and orange danced across the night sky.

The view was incredible. Not a cloud in the sky to block your front row seats to the rare spectacle. The sight sends a chill down your spine.

"Feelin' cold, honeybee?" Your attention turns to the male next to you, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. He's already got his suit jacket pulled off, laying it over your shoulders. The sight was so beautiful he could almost scream. It took every ounce of self control he had not to pull you next to him.

"Aren't you going to get a cold? You should look after yourself before me." Your words contradict your actions as you tug the sides of the jacket to tighten it around you.

"Accordin’ to Spikey, I'm an infinite heat source." He chuckles gently. He's slick about it, only telling you hoping you'd snuggle up to him if you got too cold.

"It's true. Being squished between the both of you on the bus ride to Augusta felt like I was sitting directly in an oven."

That's the day all his damn troubles started. Wolfwood hadn't even thought about love up until that point. He considered himself a damned man, his one goal to protect Vash to atone for his sins. This planet had no love for sinners. And what kind of lover was he? He'd taken so many lives at this point in his life. He always told himself it was necessary to survive, but that didn't stop loved ones from grieving the life he cut short. He'd killed monsters, but what stopped him from being a monster himself?

Knives had him wrapped around his finger. There was little hope for his redemption. All he could do was beg the lord for forgiveness. Then you came along. That innocent smile, the way you laughed through any pain, the way you pushed forward when the world wanted to do nothing but stop you. You were everything Wolfwood wished he could be. You chiseled away at the stone walls he'd carefully placed around his heart.

The day on the bus to Augusta, every last wall crumbled away. You had leaned yourself against him, exhausted from the long day of stress. Vash and Wolfwood were both hanging on by threads themselves after Vash decided to heroically launch himself into a fight without weighing the consequences.

A few new wounds were nothing for Wolfwood. His mission was to protect Vash, and protecting him was exactly what he did. He had looked down on you, asking if you were alright. That’s when you said the one thing that broke him.

“With you around, I’m always alright. I know I’m safe with a man like you.”

It had taken everything in Wolfwood not to cry right there. He always thought he had cried all his tears out, but in that moment he realized all he had ever done was bottle his emotions. His hands quivered as he placed a new cigarette in his mouth to suppress any sounds. That night, he held you close and reflected on every choice.

“Hey, Wolfwood?”

The sound of your voice pulled him back to reality. He plucked the cigarette from between his teeth, tapping the end to release a few ashes. “What’s up, honeybee?”

“How come you keep risking everything for Vash?”

Oh, how desperately he wanted to tell you the truth, but you would never look at him the same. You were one of the few souls that looked upon him with unwavering faith when even God had given up hope for him.

“Wouldn’t you do the same if you were in my position? Heh, ever since I’ve come around he’s getting less wounded.” Wolfwood pops the cigarette back into his mouth, taking a long drag. He lets the smoke fill his lungs, releasing it in a slow breath.

“How long until you get yourself hurt, or killed?” You ask gently.

His head snaps towards you in an instant, utterly flabbergasted by your sudden output. Rarely did you speak your mind, especially so bluntly. He chuckles through his exhale. “You shouldn’t be worried about me, Vash is the bigger troublemaker.”

“But I *do* worry about you, Wolfwood. Everyone in this group means everything to me. If you got hurt or worse…” Your voice trailed off, your gaze shifting away from him.

Wolfwood felt the harsh thump of his heart against his chest. A gentle knot of emotion coiled itself in his stomach. He took another sharp inhale of his cigarette to calm his nerves. “It’s what we all signed up for by traveling with spikey-head.”

“I know…” Your gaze shifts once again, returning to the lovely spectacle dancing in the sky. “...but it’s killing me to constantly bandage you up. I hate how you tell me you’re fine when your blood is dripping onto my hands.”

Calloused fingers dug into the fabric of his pants. Every ounce of willpower was focused on keeping himself still. That sad look on your face…why couldn’t he just cure it? What could he do to keep you smiling? You weren’t a sinner like him…sadness had no place in your heart.

“Sorry honeybee. If it upsets ye to change my bandages, I can always ask one them insurance girls.” Shit…that probably wasn’t the right thing to say.

“It’s not that. I just want you to be honest with me for once. Are you okay?”

A weak hand moved to remove the cigarette once more, squishing the end into the ground. Wolfwood let the last puff exit his nose, eyes moving up. “Sinners ain’t got the right to hurt.”

“Doing what you believe is the right option in the moment doesn’t make you a sinner, Wolfwood. It makes you human.” You shift your weight to your side, leaning a little closer to him. “You can’t be perfect.”

“What would you do if you were in my shoes?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d ever have the right answer, but I know hesitating might mean the difference between life and death.”

Wolfwood’s gaze lowered to the ground, your answer left him perplexed. Was there really no right answer? No matter what path he took, someone would suffer one way or another. To be human is to be selfish.

He tensed up upon feeling a body press against his side. Eyes shift downward to see you leaning on him, just like that night in Augusta. You were so beautiful…the glow from the moons highlighted every feature of your face.

“No matter what choice you make, I’ll be there to support you. This world is cruel, and even the strongest of us need someone to lean on.”

As his gaze returns to the sky, his mind is made. Tomorrow, he’ll tell you what he really thinks. Even if you turn him down, at least he knows his heart is ready to come open.

For tonight? He’ll sit here with you under the glow of the moon, stars and aurora. He will appreciate God for giving him one blessing: You.

#trigun #trigun x reader #tri98 #trigun fanfic #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x reader #breakfast is served!

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dim-sum-wolf · 8 months

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Oh god here I go. Trimax volume 10

I’ve opened and closed the app I’m using to read this and bailed over and over again oof

Love the composition of this panel, I’m fine totally not trying not to cry

I can pause being sad to be horny, it’s what he’d want. Dndjcmvmcmvlvl teeth

LOSING MY MIND

I actually got way more emotional at the “welcome home” panel than I thought I would like it broke me

On first reading when I saw this panel I actually had a bit of manic laughter at it, still feel that way

#trigun #adventures with jamie #trimax volume 10 #trigunbookclub #I did it…. *face down on the floor in tears*

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revenantghost · 4 months

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The fact that they're releasing new Trimax, 98, and Tristamp merch rn is so dangerous. Normally the merch focus is on the newest entry, but holy shit the manga is getting so much new merch too??? If I ever have money, Trigun is dooming me to eternal brokeness

#Trigun #I am both lamenting and joyful #Shoving it all into my MOUTH

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fruitsoxs · 10 months

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the blood on my hands

pairing(s); wolfwood x reader (kind of) warnings; heavy angst, hurt no comfort, wolfwood being obsessed with what he's done word count; 500 notes; based off of that one part of trimax that makes me want to cry - this is purely sad. be warned. also this is super short

He stands so close to you, his shoulder almost pressed against yours- yet Wolfwood doesn’t close the gap. No matter how desperately he wants to, he knows he can’t. He shouldn’t. How could he ever allow the hands that have brought so much death to the world, ever touch you?

You, who shines like the suns in the sky. Who’s smile brings a certain comfort to all that see it. You, who makes his life worth living. A beacon of hope in an otherwise cruel and unfortunate world. You are bright, pure and innocent. Much like an angel, you shine with a pure white light. The essence of joy and love. Somebody he has to protect, because he knows that you could never hurt a single soul.

No, you are much too pure for the likes of him.

Despite how his heart beats for you, he must stay away. Admire from a distance, and never get too close. No matter how much this man truly adores you, he can’t touch you. He couldn’t dare lay a finger on you. If he did, then he would only be wiping the blood from his hands onto you. He must bear this curse of hopefulness, for it’s what he deserves.

He deserves this pain.

Your beautiful eyes meet his and he can’t help but stare. He longs to reach out towards you, to take your hand in his. He wishes more than anything that he could press his own lips against yours. If he could, he’d treasure the love you give.

Sometimes, he’s tempted to look past his own sins and run to your arms. Then he looks down at his hands, covered in that thick red blood. He wouldn’t dare dirty you with the acts he has committed. He is far too gone to receive the happiness that he wants, and he knows that. He knows that he cannot have you.

Your hand brushes against his shoulder, a look of concern on your face. He sucks in breath and pulls away from your touch.

Don’t you know what he’s done? How can you touch him like that after what he’s done? What he will continue to do. It’s in his nature to hurt others. It’s what he was created to do. Yet, you approach him so easily. You worry for him.

He can’t have that.

“Don’t touch me.”

He forced himself to look away from the hurt written on your face. The pain in your eyes. He can’t stand knowing that he is the one who did that to you. His harsh words broke your heart, and he must live with that for the rest of his life. He must go on knowing that the person he cares about most, is suffering because of him.

It’s still better than you touching him.

He has to remind himself over and over again that he doesn’t deserve your love. He doesn’t deserve your empathy. He doesn’t deserve your touch.

There is too much blood on his hands.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood angst

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hikennosabo · 9 months

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random knives thoughts (trimax vol 7)

my vol 7 post is getting long and i have so much to say about knives that i think he deserves his own post, lol. and this got way longer than i expected it would.

not sure how to structure this though. i guess i'll just... go in chapter order.

this volume is a LOT to take in, in general, but also with regards to knives specifically. we see past and present versions, and the difference is night and day.

^ i love this scene of rem scolding knives so much, because it's just so... normal. a normal mother and son interaction. he was just a normal kid.

i also love this next scene, and i want to go through it slowly.

knives is so worried about conrad's reaction to them. he can't make eye contact. his face is red. he's trying to talk politely. he's trembling and sweating. compared to vash, who looks a little concerned, but relatively nonplussed.

i love how this is the only question conrad asks, and the two of them immediately answer. that's all that's needed.

i love the panel of knives crying so much. i can't imagine him crying like this as an adult... he's so emotional about all this. and i love vash comforting him by putting his arm around him. vash has to say "thank you" because knives is crying so much he can't even speak. knives was such a sweet kid, y'all.

and then there's this. now conrad is scolding knives like a parent, too. it's just. everything about this interaction is so sweet. it almost paints a picture of what could have been. things could have been different in another timeline. ugh ugh ugh

knives being the sensitive one, and the one with so much hope and confidence that plants and humans can get along, it hurts. it's almost hard to believe that the twins basically swapped in their outlooks and attitudes from being kids to adults.

^ that being said, put a pin in this.

^ not posting this one for any particular reason other than i think that knives being a little hackerman is so cute

^ i NEED to include these panels, though, because it's such a sibling moment. if you couldn't tell (lol), i love the bits of normal familial interactions we see, and the twins' scenes specifically just serve to emphasize how wrong everything is in the present day.

"since when have we been so different?" ...the line in tristamp which kills me the most. (if this line appears in a future volume i might actually just climb right into the microwave.)

and then we get the tesla scene. it's already been discussed at length, but knives being so traumatized that he passed out is just. so much. it broke him. it broke him!! and he slept through everything after that. it seems like a small mercy, compared to vash's self-starvation and suicide attempt, but in the long run... it wasn't. he wasn't able to work through his emotions with rem like vash did. he didn't hear the blank ticket story, or see rem cry.

aaand then he wakes up and immediately pretends to have amnesia. i'm gonna be honest, i wasn't actually sure at first if he was lying or not. but his anger and grief and fear are too extreme for it to be a reaction to simply "rem calmly explaining what happened." although i also thought the twins Forgetting Traumatic Events could be like. a running thing here. maybe.

also his "?" face is so cute. (somehow i forgot to include this one in my knives baby pictures post...)

the chapter 3 title kills me btw.

"i thought it would be better if he still knew the truth." i wonder if vash blames himself for knives's breakdown because of this. (he would've had a breakdown anyway...) and there's something to be said here about vash thinking this when he's the one who ends up blocking out traumatic memories in the future. thanks to knives, no less.

his conversation with rem kills me, also. "are you trying to bear all of this by yourself?" "yeah. i am." he just. admits it. and his expressions are so muted now compared to previous chapters. rem is trying but unfortunately she didn't try hard enough.

the mom-son hug... :( the way he clings to her. he's thinking about revenge, but it's so clear that he still loves his mom.

and that leads right into this. it's still a little while in between this and knives making the ships fall, but, i don't know, with the way he breaks out of the hug, then turns away, then turns back to say thank you, it feels like this is knives's goodbye to rem. like this is when he steels his resolve, almost. maybe i'm reading too much into it, idk. plus he looks so tired. he looks more like his adult self now.

it's more like he's telling himself this, rather than telling vash. he's choosing to be angry instead of afraid. (or acting like it, at least.) and with his face in shadow like in the flashbacks earlier in the story...

^ PAGES THAT KILL ME. the last sense of normalcy right before disaster. knives's expressions don't seem insincere here. maybe he was allowing himself some happiness before the execution of his plan.

and then, of course, we see him having a fucking breakdown.

they hurt to look at, but i love these pages so much. his face divided in two by shadow, tears on one side, blood on the other... he's. conflicted about his actions, to say the least.

but when he succeeds, he has no choice but to lean into it, yknow? no time for regrets.

^ me when i lie. honey, you don't look rational.

and then we smash cut to the present day.

i love this panel. knives looks so small here.

and i ADORE this page so much. it's gorgeous; poignant, even. and we've never seen knives kneel like this before. man, this volume has such good knives images. (also i was rereading this chapter with my music on shuffle and 'take me to church' started playing while i was looking at this page. interesting experience)

there is. so much in this scene. knives expresses regret for killing plants in the big fall. knives saying - STILL saying - that he's angry rather than afraid.

a lot has been said about knives's hypocrisy already, but there's something to be said about knives criticizing humanity, and saying that humans will selfishly consume plants "like parasites"... and then essentially doing that himself. absorbing other plants so he can use their energy instead of his own.

i think the phrasing he uses is interesting, though. it's almost as if he's asking the plant rather than using force. the gentle way he puts his hand on the glass, too. showing more respect to her than to his own brother. i mean, i guess it doesn't really matter because non-independent plants don't have free will anyway(?), and maybe that's exactly why he's acting like this(??), but. idk. it's interesting.

^ including this page for no reason other than it fucks severely.

and then finishing the chapter and seeing the chapter title again is just. ugh. like, so much happens in between the start and the end that you kinda forget what the title is and then it hits you like a truck. king of loneliness.

^ another page i'm including for the sole reason that it fucks severely.

^ yet ANOTHER spread that i absolutely adore, but i have more to say about it this time lol. i'm obsessed with how beautiful this page is, it's a renaissance painting to me. it's just the contrast of it all. knives, the villain, in a delicate pose, juxtaposed against the body horror, sleeping peacefully with fabric draped all around. the majority of the spread being white creates a sense of purity and also contrasts beautifully with the use of black in the other two knives spreads i posted above. instantly one of my favorite pages in the manga. and he's absorbed, what, three or four plants by now? making his aura so powerful even when he's asleep. which makes this image of him snoozing even more uncanny in context.

...now that i think about it, knives sleeps a lot, doesn't he? he's essentially "asleep" at the beginning of the manga until he gets resurrected, he passed out from trauma as a child, there was that time in volume 4 when he was soooo eepy and yawned in legato's face, and now this...

:( it's been said already, but knives has turned tesla into a symbol, much like vash with rem. if tesla had this power, what would she have done? we'll never know.

"i won't let you," he says. knives. honey. some self-reflection, please. whose fault was it that he ever used those powers at all. i'm begging you. LOOK INWARD.

^ more like millions guns lol. but actually i just wanted to point out he manifests 13 guns! thirteen, like the ghg! or it's just a coincidence.

knives insisting that this is a war... things to say when you're definitely not afraid of humans you swear. and then we get the dialogue from tristamp episode 12 from the scene that kills me the most.

at this point i said to myself (which isn't the first time i've had this thought reading trigun, and won't be the last), "why can't they just talk to each other like normal people?" LOL yeah so we're taking that pin out from way earlier in this post: "we can work through a few little differences if we just talk to each other." but if knives was capable of doing that, well the story wouldn't be happening at all, now would it? the concept of talking it out became impossible to him the moment he and vash discovered tesla.

also damn that post about knives seeing vash as an extension of himself wasn't kidding! i don't think i can add anything else to that, just. yep, it's literal!

aaaand anything else i have to say will have to be in my volume 7 post proper because i've hit the image limit LMAO. i just. wow. knives. what a character. what a villain. i'm rotating him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.

#trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks #millions knives

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whatever-you-can-give-me · 11 months

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1, 7, 16? (Not all at once unless you wanna do that) (ily btw xoxo 💋💖💖)

under the cut! a tristamp vashwood, a trimax vashmeryl, and a trimax vashwood <3

1. peach / keen - tristamp, vashwood

It's not like Wolfwood's never seen fresh fruit before.

He's been across most of the populated swathe of the planet, even spends time in the cities, but that sort of thing is prohibitively expensive even in places with GeoPlants, and spoils if you so much as glance at it wrong. So most of the fruit he’s seen not dried into jerky or baked into pastries has been in glass-doored iceboxes, and well out of the price range he could sacrifice out of his meager stipend.

All that to say — he’s not completely out of his mind to stop in his tracks in the middle of the town square when he lays eyes on a seller’s cart absolutely piled with… peaches? They’re soft-looking and pinkish-orange and Wolfwood steps close enough that the sweet smell hits him, and his mouth floods with saliva.

“Hey, Tongari,” he calls, feeling about eight goddamn years old. Auntie Melanie, look— “Check this out.”

Vash backpedals to his side — hadn’t even noticed Wolfwood was lagging behind, the ass — and makes that bright delighted noise that makes Wolfwood’s chest go unfairly fizzy and warm. “Wow.” He raises his voice, tilts his tone to cheerful-stupid. “Wow, I’ve never seen so much fruit in one place! How’s that happen?”

“Our GeoPlant had a surge,” the seller says. “We’ve got peaches coming out of our ears. One double dollar.”

Wolfwood’s dead broke, like usual, but he spits his cigarette into the sand and scrabbles in his pockets anyway, hoping to turn up a miracle.

No such luck, but by the time he looks up, Vash is standing in front of him, cutting a thick slice of peach with his pocketknife.

He holds it out, knife and all, and Wolfwood, dizzy with the nearness, bites down.

7. handwritten / promised - post-trimax, vashmeryl, past vashwood — it/its nonbinary meryl because <3 i said so <3

“You promised you’d come back,” Meryl says, dropping beside Vash behind the sandstone outcrop concealing Vash from the rest of the NMLB team. Again, it doesn’t say.

Vash raises his hands to his shoulders and shrugs, the way he always does. He doesn’t have an answer for it, and he never will. Nothing more satisfying than the knife lodged behind his sternum, threatening to rend him apart every time he risks what he’d put every card on the table for with Wolfwood — and paid. Emptied his pockets.

And he’d still had to ante up for the next game.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “You found me, though!” Again, he doesn’t say.

Meryl’s mouth purses into a sour frown. They try not to talk about it, as best as possible — what it and Milly got themselves caught up in with the reporter gig they’d taken on to look for Vash and still have some kind of security in a rebuilding world less than kind to roamers and women — which Meryl still is, for all that it isn’t, really, the same way Angelina wasn’t a woman for all the Wolfwood called her she.

There he goes thinking about Wolfwood again. He’d hate this — Vash the figurehead du jour of the grudge match between the Federation and the Planetdwellers, touted around like a capture-the-flag for superiority.

“Yeah,” Meryl says. It reaches for his hand, unfolds his fingers, kneads at his palm like they can coax a better promise out of the stiff joints and brittle fingernails. “I did.” I will again, it doesn’t say.

Vash folds over like a cat, resting his head on its shoulder, and doesn’t make any promises at all.

16. have you ever / you wouldn’t dare - mid-trimax, vashwood

“Have you ever thought about swimming?”

Wolfwood rolls his head sideways to look at Vash. His eyes are glowing faintly in the dark, eyelashes casting strange shadows across his cheekbones as he stares up at the stars.

“What?” Wolfwood asks. He’s drunk. They’re both drunk. They should have brought more water than liquor, trekking out into the desert, but the liquor’s what they have. Had. They drank it all.

Vash doesn’t look at him. He might not even be talking to Wolfwood. Maybe Wolfwood just happens to be there, the latest in his line of accompaniments, ill-fated duetist.

“Do you ever think about swimming? In water?”

Wolfwood rubs a hand down his face to make himself stop looking at Vash. It doesn’t stop him. He just stares through his fingers at those strange eyes, the details of his profile. “Not really. Where would anyone get that much water, just for an extra special bath?”

Vash hums. “Sometimes the sky looks like you could swim in it.”

Wolfwood thinks about it. Drifting up into the sky, weightless, moving his body among the stars, running his fingers through their light.

Fuck, he really is drunk — it’s making the back of his throat ache knowing he can’t.

“Sorry,” Vash says, quietly. Maybe he knows. Maybe he’s just sorry, sorry, sorry.

Wolfwood rubs his hand across his eyes again. “Go to sleep.”

#trigun #vashwood #vashmeryl #i'll put these on ao3 tomorrow i'm tired #what did i tag that post #choice prompt meme

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anxiety-elemental-kay · 6 months

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TriMax Vo.5 (Part 2: WIFE TIME)

I FORGOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS I’ll just finish this now. It’ll be shorter than I wanted it to be but I want to wrap this up so I can move on!

Now I talk about everyone who isn’t Vash (and I try to not be embarrassingly gay for literally every woman in this manga.)

MIDVALLEY THE FREAK OF HORN

Something I’m hoping to write about once book club finishes the series is how forming meaningful interpersonal relationships separates not just Vash and Knives, but our heroes and our villains. I don’t want to say too much more because I don’t want to spoil anything for newbies, but think about the kinds of relationships different characters form and maintain.

This is a good example of exactly that. Midvalley and Hoppered had, what I thought, was a touching conversation in the last volume. Then it ends up with Midvalley pointing at gun at a fallen Hoppered, discarding any camaraderie they might’ve built up over the mission. Midvalley even adds, “There is no heaven or hell.”

Something that interests me in Trigun’s setting, that for a story so saturated with religious imagery, it’s a world where god is entirely absent. That’s interesting to me. It’s a more compelling, human story for the absolute absence of any higher power, even as it discusses spirituality.

HOPPERED THE GAUNTLET

Like Midvalley he’s a villain with a weird gimmick who ends up being a genuinely compelling character. Nightow is good at that.

ELENDIRA THE CRIMSON NAIL

WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE WIFE

WOLFWOOD

I like his interactions with Milly in this volume.

MERYL STRYFE MY OTHER WIFE

I mean uh.

Oh boy does Meryl go through it this volume!! I’m so proud of her she’s so brave and strong and pretty and -

Okay okay, I’ll try to be a little less lesbian for a minute and go back to the analysis zone.

At the start of the volume Meryl was kidnapped, watches Vash get squished, then watches him go creechur mode and gets wrapped up in feathers and assaulted with traumatic memories that weren’t hers. And later she emerges from the his wings/feathers to break the five-way standoff. Which must mean she’s been wrapped up in Vash’s wings/feathers this entire time. That’s how she survived the blast. It’s unclear if Vash was actively protecting her until now and let her go to take the shot, or if she broke through at this point to take the shot herself. Either way Normal Human Meryl broke a five way standoff between superpowered freaks while armed with only a peashooter. Meryl Stryfe my beloved.

CONCLUSION

I love this god damn manga because it does so much to flesh out not just our protagonist but all the major characters, plus many of the minor and side characters too. Kisses.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub

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