Vash develops separation anxiety and Wolfwood can’t go to his three month review in peace.
(Based on that ICONIC scene from Psych!!)
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[ID: Trigun fanart. Vash is facing away from the camera, towards Wolfwood. They are standing in an office building. Wolfwood, eyes narrowed suspiciously, says “this is the Eye of Michael Headquarters.” “You can’t be here”. In the next frame, vash cries “but everyone knows who I am anyway-“ wolfwood cuts him off with a “no.” Vash continues “why can’t we go together?” Wolfwood says ‘no’ a second time, earning a long “WHY??” from Vash.
In the second image, Wolfwood shouts “THAT’S IT” “GET OUT” while grabbing vash to carry him. Vash thrashes while screaming “WOLFWOOOOOOD!”. In the second frame, vash peacefully flops backwards like a toddler and wolfwood shouts while still trying to drag him out “DON’T YOU DARE GO BONELESS ON ME, VASH!!!” End ID.]
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Hiii is there anything we know about the dagger squad backgrounds that’s canon? Other than Jake being from Texas, is the stuff about what they studied/where they’re from headcanon? THANK U MUCH LOV
we don’t really know that much i don’t think but a majority of the background info i’ve found is either vaguely mentioned in the film or the paramount draft script you can find online ! bradley being a poli sci major at UVA and graduating in ‘09 is canon (and also very dear to me bc that was my major too plus i also graduated hs at 17 bc we are both #junebabies :]), jake originally got his call sign because bradley gave it to him and he hated it at first, bradley played baseball as a kid, mickey is a trekkie and also catholic or at least raised catholic (he crosses himself before they launch on the mission in the draft script), harvard and yale were the only duo that came from the same squadron together before the movie, and bradley and jake and natasha were in top gun together at the same time. there’s probably more backstory you could piece together for everyone by looking at their service medals/ribbons they wear but i fear i am not knowledgeable enough about that sort of stuff without a lot more research. they all mostly have the same ones but natasha has a NATO medal, jake has a navy unit commendation ribbon, and reuben has a joint service achievement medal.
also silly canon details that aren’t background info but i still love: jake wears what i’m pretty sure is a class ring on his right ring finger, he’s also the only trainee i recall seeing actually wear his tags, he likes van halen and foghat and seems to be a classic rock fanatic, natasha wears a plain gold band on her left index finger, mickey, reuben, natasha, and bob all use those multicolor clicky pens, bradley is i think the only one of the main squad who doesn’t have the fingertips cut off his flight gloves, halo’s tank top has her squadron logo on it during the football scene, and those stupid jorts bradley wears were definely just jeans he cut the legs off himself 😭.
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Tftsd Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU
(Set in modern times)
Part 1 / Part 2
- Hearing the doors chime one day, Bart spots a tall blonde with a steampunk-esque prosthetic arm waltz in. He introduces himself as Kyborg, explaining he booked an appointment on call and that he was there for a tattoo on his arm. He looked as if he was trying to hide his evident excitement, but it was difficult due to the way he spoke and stared at the place in awe.
- Bart nods, showing him some examples of what he requested, which Kyborg approves of. Bart then asks him the dumb question of “which arm?” To which he almost slaps a hand over his own mouth.
- Kyborg blankly stares at him for a solid second before breaking out into laughter. “I dunno! Does your gun work on titanium and steel?” He jokes, allowing Bart to relax and chuckle sheepishly.
- Bart gets to working on Kyborg’s right arm, which was already littered with a few intricate tattoos. He personally found the request of a heart with a feminine name on the edge kind of cheesy, checking in with Kyborg before placing the stencil on his shoulder. “Hey, buddy, don’t wanna assume anything, but getting a tattoo is pretty permanent. You’re a hundred percent certain that your relationship with this girl will last?”
- Kyborg laughs nervously, cheeks growing hot in embarrassment as his eyes glance to the side, muttering shyly that it was for his mom.
-“Oh!” Bart apologizes immediately, explaining that he’s gotten too many customers who regretted getting their partners name on their skin.
- Kyborg chuckles in amusement, letting Bart place the stencil. Bart was especially careful now, always a sucker for familial love, more so when it came to mama’s boys. There was just something about a kid loving their mother enough to always be reminded of it.
- Bart tries to strike up conversation, asking questions regarding Kyborg’s mom. “Does your mom know you’re getting this done? Is it going to be a surprise?”
- Kyborg laughs awkwardly, “you could say that.” He avoids most questions regarding his mother, just enough for Bart to stop asking and assume the worst.
- From then on, Bart avoids asking about Kyborg’s family, bringing up other topics. Bart’s always had a knack for creating a comfortable environment for his customers, even when they were being put through excruciating pain. He knows just the right topics to bring up, clinging onto anything that his customer is fascinated or excited by. It doesn’t take long for them to figure out that they have many mutual interests, as well as a similar sense of humor.
- Through the process, Bart always checks in with his customers pain and comfortability, even if its a relatively simple design and done on a practically painless part of the body. But as Bart expected, Kyborg doesn’t even flinch, accustomed to the pain from his past tattoo endeavors.
- After an hour or two, Bart completes the design, wrapping up Kyborgs shoulder and bidding him goodbye. He was a bit sad to see him go, their conversation having been relatively entertaining. He yells out a quick “Come back soon!” Before Kyborg exits the door.
- He doesn’t expect to see the same steampunk blonde enter his parlor a week later, carrying a portfolio and a tattoo gun that can apparently be transferred to his left arm as a prosthetic.
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“sunflowers or peonies?”
“awe, nanami! i’m flattered—”
“they’re not for you,” nanami says flatly. “you can buy your own.”
shoko squints down at the man lying on her exam table, arm held up and behind his head. “i’m quite literally stitching you back together, you know.”
the blond thinks bitterly on what had landed him in her infirmary in the first place, injured and likely having to reschedule dinner tonight. it’s already well past the time he’d planned on picking you up, and the table he’d reserved at the new restaurant in roppongi has likely been given away.
he’s dreading calling to tell you, his heart already twinging at the idea of letting you down.
shoko stitches him up neatly, cleaning and covering it up with a layer of bandages. she offers him a hand to help him sit up, but he bypasses it to plant his palm against the cot, pushing himself up with a groan.
she rolls her eyes, peeling her gloves off and pulling her mask down, tossing them both into the trash. “clean and dress it at least twice a day. no sudden movements of strenuous activity for at least a week. if you ruin my work, i’ll put you on bedrest.”
she digs through her cabinets as he awkwardly pulls his shirt back on. his mind drifts to you as he does so. he’d lost his phone in the fight, so he hadn’t been able to tell you about cancelling.
he wonders if the pout on your lips is painted your lips that shade of red you’d been wearing when he’d first met you. wonders if you’re waiting wearing the dress he’d gifted you last week.
he’d really wanted to see you in that dress.
nanami sighs heavily as he does up the buttons, prompting shoko to glance over her shoulder at him.
“what’s wrong with you?” she asks, setting a small bottle of painkillers on the tray table next to him.
“i’m missing an important dinner,” he grumbles, wondering if just a bundle sunflowers or peonies from the small stall outside is enough. he should order you a proper bouquet from a shop. perhaps he can also book you a massage or—
a knock at the door interrupts his spiralling.
“oh!” shoko suddenly gasps. she reaches up, brushing a few stray hairs from his forehead and fixing it as best she can.
“what are you doing?” he asks, genuinely confused in this moment.
“you’ll see,” she simply grins, sending him a wink. then, “come in!”
the door to the infirmary opens to reveal…you.
“kento,” you breathe, the quiet click of your heels echoing through the empty room as you quickly walk towards him.
he’s shocked, but lets you carefully wrap your arms around him, cradling his head against your chest.
but before he knows it he’s holding onto you too, breathing in the deep, sweet scent of your perfume and focusing on the steady beat of your heart.
“what are you doing here?” he asks once you finally release him, taking your hands in his.
“shoko called me,” you tell him. “apparently…apparently i’m your emergency contact.”
his face is suddenly hot with embarrassment. he’d honestly forgotten about that. he hadn’t even realized he’d done it when yaga had asked him to update his information with the school. your name had been the first and only name to pop into his mind.
“sorry,” he apologizes quickly, dropping your hands. he jumped the gun, didn’t he? you’ve only been dating for six months… “i should have asked you first but—”
but no one knows me better than you.
a soft sigh slips from your lips as you sit next to him, with a gaze so reverent that it strips him to the bone. “i love you, kento. i will be your emergency contact as long as you want me to be.”
he whispers the words back to you, suddenly shy.
sometimes nanami lets himself slip a little too far into his own head, overthinking and a little insecure. but you’re always there, ready to coax him back into the light.
“you look beautiful,” he murmurs, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. he’s seen you in a lot of dresses, each one making him weak in the knees. but this dress…this one makes it a little hard for him to breathe.
“well, you still owe me a date,” you tell him, helping him up off the cot. “we could go to the ramen place across from my apartment.”
he wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you reach up to intertwine your fingers with his. “i’d go anywhere with you.”
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