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simping-overload · 7 months

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'𝟐𝟑 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐩

note: All of these can be subjected to change

fandoms: genshin impact, honaki star rail, bungo stray dogs, trigun stampede, modern warfare 2, jujutsu kaisen, obey me,

ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏 - (𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟏-𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟕)

Day 1 - Zhongchi

including: cock hungry childe, zhongli has 2 dicks, slight overstimulation, begging, using hydro as a lube, happy arranged marriage plot

Day 2 - Dottore

including: bondage, excessive use of vibrators, multiple orgasms, gn reader

Day 3 - Sampard

including: vampire sampo, bitting, blindfolds, edging,

Day 4 - Dazai

including: aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, begging, gn reader

Day 5 - Kavehtham

including: overstimulation, degradation and praise, smei-public sex, fucking in a library

Day 6 - Diluc

including: playboy bunny diluc, body worship, blowjobs, throat fucking, amab reader

Day 7 - Jingrenheng

including: threesome, 2 in 1, bitting, overstimulation, ftm dan heng

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐 - (𝟏𝟎/𝟖-𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟒)

Day 8 - Doppo

including: lingerie (x & x), giving you a show, dick riding, amab reader

Day 9 - Jingren

including: reminiscing, rough to soft sex, kissing,

Day 10 - Simon "Ghost" Riley

includes: soft sex, dacryphilia, simon loses his virginity, marking, amab reader

Day 11 - DanCae

including: vidyadhara dan heng, heats, scent marking, biting, possessive dan heng

Day 12 - Wriothesley

including: werewolf wrio, knotting, breeding kink, cockwarming, gn reader

Day 13 - Vashwood

including: vampire vash, needy vash, feeding, thigh riding

Day 14 - Nanami

including: size kink, praise, breeding, bro has a massive dick, gn reader

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟑 - (𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟓-𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟏)

Day 15 - Suegiku

including: humiliation, degradation, edging, smei-public sex, fucking in a supply closet

Day 16 - Captiano

including: size kink, monster cock capitano, stress fuck, power dynamics, your his subordinate and he's your superior, gn reader

Day 17 - Satosugu

including: praise, let them be happy gays gege, kissing, handjobs

Day 18 - Satan

including: catboy satan, heats, marking, biting, dry humping, amab reader

Day 19 - Jingheng

including: power bottom jing yuan, ftm jing yuan, 2 dicks 1 hole, dan hengs first time

Day 20 - Oikawa

including: first-time anal, slow and soft sex, pretty crier oikawa, amab reader

Day 21 - ThomaTo

including: temperature play, thoma using his pyro, it gets hot and steamy

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟒 - (𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟐-𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟖)

Day 22 - Pierro

including: cockwarming, stomach bulge, slow + sleepy sex, gn reader

Day 23 - Renheng

including: dacryphilia, like old times but better, biting, kissing, a lil bit of blood

Day 24 - Machabloosm

including: friends w benefits, they act like they're dating tho, possessive karou, jealousy sex, kissing

Day 25 - Dan Heng il

including: praise, overstimulation, dirty talk, 2 in 1. gn reader

Day 26 - Neuvillette

including: public sex, sex in the courtroom, low-key gets kinda rough, gn reader

Day 27 - Dainsleif

including: hasn't had sex in YEARS, bottom + sub dain, cum play, amab reader

Day 28 - Wriolette

including: body worship, neuvillette gets overwhelmed, dragon neuvillettes, crying, comfort

𝟑 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟗-𝟏𝟎/𝟑𝟏)

Day 29 - Foul Legacy

including: big dick, stomach buldge, eating you out, long ass tounge, biting, gn reader

Day 30 - The Dullahan

including: public sex, sex in the woods, he's rlly pent up, rough sex, stomach bulge, gn reader

Day 31 - Mothman

including: oviposition, breeding, monsterfucking, last minute booty call, gn reader

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youngstalactites · 1 year

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I’ve seen a bunch of vashwood outfit swaps so trigun fandom hear me out,,, vashmeryl outfit swap,, (using their trimax hairstyles bc those are very much the superior hairstyles)

#trigun maximum #trigun 1998 #HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZED HOW CUTE THE 2023 VERSION OF THIS WOULD BE #VASH IN MERYLS LITTLE BERET #vash the stampede #trigun vash #trigun 98 #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl #they should let Meryl say fuck #trigun #trigun manga

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a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin · 3 months

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Shot Through the Heart and You're (Not) to Blame

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Rating: Teen/Mature

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Angst

Pairings: Meryl Stryfe/Nicholas Wolfwood/Vash the Stampede (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Tags: Meryl Stryfe, Vash the Stampede, Wolfwood/Nicholas, Roberto, Whump, angst, Protective Wolfwood, Protective Roberto, Protective Vash, father-figure Roberto, bullet wounds, injuries, Violence, Canon-typical misogyny, Swearing, blood, Hurt Meryl, Meryl Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Third Person POV, Meryl-centric

Word Count: 2.9k

Meryl gets caught in the crossfire, and things don't look so good.

Cross posted from my AO3 account

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Meryl rolled over, still groggy as her lids started to lift, the blanket tucked tightly around her shoulders. The double bed she’d shared with Vash last night was suspiciously empty and her sleep fogged mind wondered if he’d gotten up to use the bathroom. Usually, she and Roberto would share one double while Wolfwood and Vash shared the other, but her superior and the so-called priest decided to stay up smoking and drinking despite the plans to leave early the next morning, leaving her grumbling about being woken up when they finally decided to head to bed. Vash had timidly offered to share the room with her as he was tired as well, and after a moment of consideration and squinting at the human typhoon, Roberto nodded.

They two of them had settled down to sleep with minimal talking, Meryl asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. She’d slept like a rock until waking up just now from the sound of the doorknob jiggling.

Vash must have forgotten his key, she thought and sighed, not wanting to leave the cozy warmth of the bed just yet.

A sharp crack! had her eyes snapping open as she pushed herself up, short hair stuck to her face. The door had been busted open, handle now broken. She was about to snap at Vash for being impatient when she froze. Vash was not in the doorway. Nor was it Roberto or Wolfwood. She didn’t recognize any of the men standing there, guns levelled at her head. They wore dirty tank tops that left their broad, sunburned shoulders out, heavy boots, and thick, loose pants.

“Where is he?”

“Who?” Meryl’s heart was pounding loudly in her ears.

“The Humaniod Typhoon; where is he?”

“I don’t know,” Meryl said. It was the truth. He was gone when she woke. Where? Who knows. He was the Human Typhoon; he didn’t exactly keep a schedule.

“Don’t play dumb,” the tallest -and broadest- man strode forward, the rest of the men spilling into the room behind him. “The innkeeper said he was in this room!”

“Well, he’s obviously not!” Meryl snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. She regretted not sleeping with a gun under her pillow.

A shot rang out, and Meryl gasped, clutching her calf where a bullet had grazed. Small feathers puffed up from the hole in the bed where the bullet had ripped through the mattress.

“I’d think twice about lying, whore,” the man was uncomfortably close to Meryl. She could see his stained teeth and smell the tobacco on his breath. The other men were rooting around the room, searching for clues.

“I’m not! He left already!” Meryl gritted her teeth, a hand pressing to where blood beaded on her leg. It wasn’t deep; it probably wouldn’t need stitches. Still hurt like a bitch though.

“Then tell me where he is now,” the barrel of the gun was pressed against her collarbone. The cool metal of the gun barrel made her shiver. “Or things may get a little messy.”

“He didn’t tell me.”

The barrel of the gun pulled away and Meryl let out the breath she was holding. The man turned his back, taking a step away and sighing. His once-white tank top stretching even more as he took in a deep breath, gun resting against his shoulder in what could only be described as “nonchalant”. Meryl had the briefest hope that they would all just file out of the room without any further conflict.

Meryl registered the gun smoke and noise before realizing she was falling backwards off the edge of the bed. She hit the ground with a thud, wondering what had knocked her there. She could hear commotion near the door, which was blocked from her view on the floor. Several rounds of gunshots pierced the air. Cries were heard and gurgling like someone choking on their own blood. Something slid down her face and she reached a hand up to wipe it away as she tried to push herself up from where she’d been knocked on her back.

She pulled her hand away to see blood. Was that hers? Meryl realized the gurgling had been coming from her throat and she coughed, trying to pull in air. Blood dribbled down her chin and onto her rapidly darkening shirt. There was a spot that was pulsing, burning with pain. Thick, dark fluid spilled from a hole a little under her right collarbone.

The realization hit Meryl like a truck as her arms gave out and she fell back to the floor. She’d been shot. Meryl had close calls before; almost falling off the edge of a crumbling cliff, bullets grazing her on occasion during a shootout, getting knocked around a bit, but she’d never been in any actual danger of losing her life before. Up until now, she’d been protected by an immense amount of luck. Roberto had always been there to pull her out of the way while Vash or Wolfwood took care of whatever was causing the problem. She wasn’t genetically modified like Wolfwood or skilled like Vash. Bullets and falls would cause lasting damage.

The pain was radiating from the wound, rolling over her with each heartbeat. She tried to maneuver her hand to stop the bleeding but everything felt heavy and disjointed. How much blood had she lost? It felt like a lot. She was drenched with blood and sweat, adrenaline running through her body, but refusing to make itself useful.

Shots rang out for an eternity before dying down.

“Where the hell are they?” she heard Roberto’s voice, laced with worry.

“Hell if I know,” a dull thud that must have been the Punisher hitting the floor was heard on the other side of the bed.

Meryl tried to call out, but her head felt light. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

Running feet were heard faintly before, “Oi! Where were you?”

Vash’s voice sounded after a moment of panting, “I… I was buying bullets before we left.”

“Well, where’s shortie?”

Meryl wanted to scream, I’m here! Help me, I’m bleeding out! She’d never been one for tears- she was a tough reporter- but they stung her eyes as she opened her mouth to take in as much air as she could, her lungs not cooperating.

“She was still sleeping when I left.”

“There’s blood on the bed,” she heard Wolfwood curse softly.

Three figures appeared in Meryl’s field of view. They were all a little blurry from the tears in her eyes, but they were there.

“R...ber…” Meryl gurgled, struggling as the blood that had accumulated in her mouth spilled over her chin.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Roberto was kneeling next to Meryl, both hands pressed to her chest, staunching the sluggish blood flow.

“Why the hell did you leave her here alone?!” Wolfwood was yelling at Vash.

“I-I’m sorry,” Vash’s face had crumpled into guilt and shame.

It’s not his fault, Meryl wanted to say. She’d do anything to make that look on his face go away. He already suffered so much regret and guilt; she couldn’t be another burden.

“S-sss…” Meryl hissed, unable to form words.

“Don’t try talking,” Roberto murmured. It was unusual for Meryl to see him this serious. He’d always been more laid back, leaving her to do all the worrying.

Wolfwood had knelt down opposite Roberto on the other side of Meryl. He had a lollypop stick clenched between his teeth. Meryl could feel tears dripping down her face as the pressure applied by Roberto didn’t exactly feel comfortable.

“She’s bleeding out. I’ve got it slowed, but I need bandages,” Roberto pointed to where Punisher sat propped against the wall.

With uncharacteristic obedience, Wolfwood swiftly unwrapped the cloth from his cross and handed it to the reporter. Vash was frozen behind them, panic painting his features. Meryl could see the thoughts at war in his head. He trying to decide if he should run. Meryl’s mind wasn’t sharp right now, but she knew that if he ran, they’d likely never see each other again. Meryl reached out a shaky hand.

“Vvv…Vashhh,” she slurred, her lips not quite working.

His eyes snapped to where she lay, Roberto on one side, Wolfwood on the other, white shirt stained crimson, blood pooling in the hollow of her throat.

One second.

Two.

“Dammit, needle-noggin’, she’s asking for you so get your ass over here!” Wolfwood snapped.

Vash settled himself at Meryl’s head with lightning speed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he breathed repentance like a prayer, muttering with his eyes pressed tightly together, his forehead touching hers as he provided his lap as a cushion for her head.

“We need to get the bullet out,” Roberto glanced down at Meryl. “It’s going to hurt.”

Meryl’s only response was a gentle fluttering of her eyelids. She felt so tired…

She was only mildly aware of her shirt buttons being undone, and the strap of her bra being pushed off her shoulder and out of the way. Something bumped the wound and she jerked, the raw nerves screaming. Roberto was digging in the hole under her clavicle with a pair of tweezers, or something similar. Every time they touched her exposed flesh it stung.

“Got it,” Roberto tossed the offending metal to the side and immediately uncorked his flask.

This really wasn’t the time to be drinking, Meryl thought.

Roberto paused, and then poured the contents directly onto wound. Screams burned her throat as she thrashed. Vash pressed his lips to her forehead, hands carding through her damp hair in some semblance of comfort.

“Stop, stop!” Meryl screamed. The booze dribbled into the cavity created by the bullet, and it was almost worse than everything else. Her body went limp, adrenaline slowing as Roberto and Wolfwood tag-teamed wrapping her with bandages and wiping of the remaining blood. Meryl’s teeth were chattering, whimpers escaping her lips in a pathetic display of weakness as she turned her head and pressed into Vash’s human hand, seeking comfort. His touches were gentle as he caressed her cheek. Fat, salty tears dripped onto her face from Vash’s eyes.

“I never should’ve left you alone,” he whispered, voice tight with guilt.

“We need to get moving,” Wolfwood’s eyes shifted to the holes in the bedroom wall. “It’s not safe to stay here.”

Roberto gave a grunt and tightened the bandages. In one swift motion, the older man had Meryl cradled in his arms. Vash and Wolfwood were close on his heels as they made a beeline for the truck.

“One of you will need to sit in the back with her,” Roberto said, “Keep an eye on her while I drive.”

“I’ll do it,” the words were out of Vash’s mouth before he could stop them.

Wolfwood pressed his lips together, an unspoken comment lingering in the air. Vash climbed into the backseat and Roberto passed Meryl up.

“Don’t let her jostle around too much.”

Vash took off his coat and wrapped it around Meryl, zipping it up so she looked more like a caterpillar than a human. He settled her down so her head lay on his lap again, and began running his hands through her hair. Meryl had fallen asleep at some point during the trek to the truck, her chest rising and falling with the exhaustion of a life-threatening ordeal.

If only I’d been there… Vash traced the round part of Meryl’s cheek, still speckled with a little blood. He was never there when someone really needed him.

The truck rumbled to life and gently bumped out into the desert and across the wide expanse of sand. The drive was silent for a long time as the sand stretched out behind them, putting distance between them and the town. Roberto glanced up to the rearview mirror after a while, noting the crumbling expression on the Vash’s face.

“She’ll survive,” he said gruffly. “Just make sure her wound doesn’t reopen.”

Vash nodded mutely. Wolfwood snuck a glance back at Meryl. Her brows were furrowed as she turned her head towards the front, eyes screwed shut still.

I should’ve gotten there faster, Wolfwood clenched his teeth, pulling out a cigarette. He rolled the window down a crack and lit the end. If only I’d gone to check right when I heard the first gunshot.

Roberto leaned his head back against his seat, letting out a long breath through his nose. Wolfwood glanced at the man, who seemed to have aged ten years in the last few hours. He pulled out another cigarette and held it out to the reporter. Roberto raised his brows a fraction but took it and even allowed Wolfwood to light it for him.

“I never should’ve left the newbie alone,” Roberto sighed, puffing out the smoke. “She’s… my responsibility. I should’ve been watching her.”

“It’s not!” Vash had to stop himself from jumping forward. “It-it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left her alone. I thought it would be fine, I was just restocking bullets before we left, but… It’s all my fault…”

Wolfwood took a drag from his cigarette. “You’re right.”

Vash stiffened.

“It is your fault for leaving her. It’s the old man’s fault for letting her share a room with you instead of someone else. And it’s my fault for not getting there sooner.” Wolfwood kept his eyes glued to the window, refusing to meet the shocked gaze of Vash. “We’re all at fault. So shut up and stop whining about it. Just… make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Vash nodded; the harsh words strangely comforting. He couldn’t help the tears swelling up, plip-plip-plipping onto the jacket wrapped around Meryl.

The small reporter shifted, turning her head towards away from the front of the car and towards Vash’s stomach. The plant froze, doing his best to not wake her. A small hand lifted and was enveloped by Vash’s large one.

“V-Vash?” Meryl asked, her eyes still closed.

“I’m here,” he put his free hand on her head.

“Promise…”

“Promise?” he cocked his head.

“Promise you won’t run away,” she murmured.

Vash swallowed. It was all he’d wanted to do since seeing her laying there on the floor of the hotel, eyes wide with terror as the blood had bubbled out of her. Every moment he wanted to flee; afraid his presence would kill her. He was dangerous.

“You’re… a good guy,” Meryl shifted, nuzzling into his black shirt gently.

Butterflies jumped in Vash’s abdomen, her pointy nose tickling him. Warmth bloomed across his cheeks and chest.

“You’re delirious,” Vash mumbled.

A bullet bounced off the passenger side mirror.

“We’ve got company, old man,” Wolfwood said, glancing at the mirror, which was miraculously still intact, minus a chip in the edge.

Roberto’s foot pressed down on the gas. Vash placed a hand on Meryl’s stomach to steady her as the car began to shake.

“Who is it?”

Wolfwood looked out the window. “Looks like a small group of bounty hunters. Probably the rest of that group that we left in the hotel room.”

The car bounced, hitting a bump in the sand. Meryl cried out, hands flying to her chest. Vash pulled down the zipper frantically and watched in horror as the bandages started to darken.

“Shit, Roberto, fuck!” he pressed down on the wound. “She’s bleeding again!”

The older man slowed the truck a fraction in an attempt to smooth the ride out. Vash swore again, panicked as he felt the warm liquid still bubbling up and around his hand.

“It’s still too bumpy!”

“We can’t slow down much more than this or we’ll be dealing with more than one bullet wound,” Roberto’s knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel.

“Keep driving, I’ve got this,” Wolfwood said grimly. He climbed out the window, pulling himself onto the roof of the truck. Jumping the small space between the truck and the trailer, he crouched to avoid the bullets that whistled past. He pulled Punisher from its spot under the bags and lifted it, setting his sights on the rapidly approaching group. It wasn’t a big group, thank god. It looked to be about seven riders on Tomas’s and two vehicles holding two or three people. Wolfwood levelled Punisher and steadied the weapon, eyeing the group. A bullet clipped his shoulder and he had to regain his balance. Once he was solid again, he looked down the sights and scowled.

“This is for shortie,” he muttered and fired.

Inside the truck Vash was struggling to keep Meryl’s wound from reopening. He could hear the Punisher firing repeatedly. Several moments later Wolfwood slid back in through the window.

“You can slow down old man,” he grunted, looking a bit dustier than before. “I took care of them.”

“You didn’t kill them-”

“Yes, I did,” Wolfwood snapped at Vash. “And don’t give me shit about it. It was that or shortie here bleeds out.”

Meryl’s eyes opened in a squint as Roberto slowed the truck to a crawl.

“Thank you… Wolfwood,” she smiled blearily.

The dark-haired man couldn’t hide his red ears as he muttered to himself, turning back to gaze out the front window. “Shut up and stop bleeding already.”

“How’s she doing,” Roberto glanced in the rearview mirror.

“I think its starting to stop,” Vash said, still pressing down with enough force that it felt like Meryl’s ribs would crack.

“Good,” Roberto relaxed a fraction.

There was a beat of silence.

“I could use a drink,” Meryl croaked.

Roberto cracked a tired smile. “Me too, rookie. Me too.”

#trigun stampede #trigun fic #meryl stryfe #roberto trigun #nicholas wolfwood #vash the stampede #meryl whump #trigun whump #meryl-centric fic #tristamp

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yellowocaballero · 10 months

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HEY!! Your trigun swap au is so very good!! I've always loved roleswap aus as a concept, and yours is the perfect example of why. it's all about the balancing act of twisting the (swapped) character's background/mentalities for maximum domino effect while not actually *destroying* the character ya know? you still gotta recognize them, it's half of the fun. just some little nudges here... and there... with the delightful result of a changed plot/world that you can discover anew

Also I surprisingly vibe with Dr Knives. a lot. what can I say I guess it's the fucked up superiority-inferiority/guilt complex with a dash of imposter syndrome. also the transgenderism. he's just like me fr fr (minus the speciesism and bloodlust) 1/3

SPEAKING OF! I'm literally a week late for that but chapter 4 may be my favorite so far. it's got it all: Ww's bloodlust coming through and being given a GUN, M&M being #JustNormalGunsmokeKidsThings about it, Knives being incredibly tired and enthusiastically murderous in turns, TRANS PEOPLE!! Funky morally dubious trans men ! Intersex nonbinary Knives (in humans terms) !! small internal rants about ecosystems!

I particularly like that one bc I too found myself twitching whenever I see (in fics or fandom at large) Gunsmoke being shown as a ~hostile, barren~ planet when, like.... *waves agitedly at the Tomases* *waves frantically at the WORMS, in all their INCREDIBLY DIVERSIFIED sizes and shapes* tell me there isn't an entire ecosystem supporting and including these bad boys. And god do I wanna know about it. Terraforming this terraforming that. Enough. I want bio-worldbuilding fics that are just as weird and unhinged as the rest of trigun (2/3)

To go back to Nicholas : I loved his discussion with Knives about fate and predestination and stuff (esp since -I may be reading too much into it, but it’s interesting that Knives says he doesn’t believe in predestination anymore, and just a bit later goes about how his personality is Like That bc he’s Biologically Programmed for it), and his last words in it are especially ominous. WHAT were you gonna say about Vash. How does it concern Nicholas. This is gonna bite them in the ass later isn’t it.

Also ur last asks/answers REALLY doesn’t reassure me about woowoo’s fate. Is he gonna die. Is he gonna end up going thru the same things than his canon counterpart (concentrate of medical-and-general unethicality). Idk what those flags are for but boy They Are There.

Aallll that to say I absolutely love that fic and can't wait to see what you do next with it, thank you so much !! (3/3)

This is so nice thank you so much :D :D :D To comment in order:

Roleswaps are no fun if you can't recognize the character. You're absolutely right - the funnest part is to make the smallest changes possible, and see how they cause the biggest differences. That's true of every AU, honestly - you guys know those 600k shonen manga aus where something major is different but every story beat is identical to canon? Or they're identical to every other au? They're addictive but without substance. Also sounds boring to write.

It's so funny that you (and others) vibe with Dr. Knives! From my end, he has my own very wry deadpan and self-esteem problems. Characters who have both a ridiculously inflated ego for comedy purposes and some real self-esteem problems for drama purposes work great.

I was surprised that so many people enjoyed the trans thing so much! I didn't expect it to make people so happy. Of course it's a nice surprise. I don't remember why I made the BDN decision (funny, probably) or the 'Knives invented gender reassignment surgery' thing (funny definitely), but a very active decision and something that made Knives above every other character fun to write is that he is not a human being and does not think of himself as such. The way his body experiences emotion is different, his body itself is different in a way that probably includes genitalia, and there's no reason for him to experience gender the same way. As I'm about to talk about in the upcoming chapter, he casually refers to himself as a thing and with it/its and it doesn't affect his superiority complex whatsoever.

I...would not have said that this is trans by myself, if that makes sense, because I wouldn't have wanted to say "in order to really hammer in how this character is INHUMAN then I'm gonna make him not male or female and prefer neopronouns!". It's just the shape of the character, to me. BUT LIKE IF Y'ALL LIKE IT! NO PROBLEM! I was just worried I might be saying the wrong thing, so I didn't want to say it, if that makes sense. Y'all can say it though.

Trigun worldbuilding is nonsensical and hideously vague and as a writer if you stop and think too hard about silly questions like "where does the wood come from" or "why is Vash eating salmon sandwiches" then you go insane. But...yeah, Gunsmoke's like any other ecosystem, and its worms and thomases seem to be doing great! It's not Gunsmoke's fault it is almost completely uninhabitable to humans. It sucks for us, but...does Knives care about that??? Lmfao???

There is a shitton to say about Knives' relationship with predestination and inevitability, because it's why he made the worst decision of his life. I think of it as...reasonable, in a lot of ways. If all you knew about humanity was what you read in history textbooks, and human history ended with the destruction of Earth and themselves, how would you feel? Everything humans have done, they do again. And if they dissected your sister, in an act of cruelty that they had done to even themselves...of course you'd worry. Of course. If you're young and scared and you can hear the screams of the dead in your ears, of course you feel like it's going to be you or them. And if you're.........Millions Knives.......and reverse!Vash.....then eliminating the threat is just good business sense.

And you aren't reading too much into it - Trigun in so many ways is about choices, and the impact of your choices. Your decisions are you own, and you must take responsibility for them. Decisions have weight in Trigun. I think what ppl miss sometimes about Vash is that he also wants to fuckin' murder people sometimes. He wants to be violent, he wants to hurt. He just chooses not to. Sometimes choosing pacifism is a hard fucking choice, and I think wiping that away does a disservice to the character. So if Knives would say, "Well, it's just who I am, I had no choice, I had no control, I just go nuts and murder it's not on me..." - what does that mean, in Trigun? It's??? Like??? A pussy thing to say???

But, the way I thought about it - what Knives is fighting is his internal sense that he is predestined for cruelty. He knows "who he really is" and any attempt at goodness is futile, because he's secretly bad and will always be bad. And he fucks up sometimes and starts exploding worms. But Knives chooses goodness, and I don't think he's really cottoned on that his choice to do good is more important than his internal desires to do bad and his history of badness. Because he hates himself.

I think what Knives knows now as an adult is that our lives have paved a path for us to tread. Sometimes that path is innocent, and sometimes your life paves a very nasty path. But it's our choice if we walk it or not. Knives knows what his path is, and it gives him extreme shame - but he chose which one he walked, and that's what I judge him on. Still funny how much he loves murder though.

#i did tag as trans knives so the ppl who are purposefully seeking out genderweird characters can find it #the chapter im about to post talks about this a lot so stay tuned i suppose #it's also worth noting that Knives views a lot of his instincts as a good thing or at least neutral #he hates that he packbonds but. he secretly doesn't mind THAT much ya know.#and i think for him the fact that he views his knives as being meant not just as #instruments of hilariously extreme violence #but as meant to protect the people important to him #is an important part of his self-image and i dont think its a bad one #i mean its a bad one for canon knives because he's insane but.#my writing #my asks

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littleapocalypsekitten · 1 year

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More Trigun: Stampede. I do really like this series so far. It is providing an interesting take on the Trigun story. It definitely has its differences from the other incarnations, but it does have its own merits. I really love what Studio Orange has done with the action-sequences. They feel "truer to the manga" than the first anime because the manga had a lot of FRENTIC action that circa '90s anime with a limited budget couldn't quite convey. The modern CGI work really has a LOT OF FUN with the motion and having characters be way over the top with their movements and it's glorious. However, (as of 4 episodes aired - how long was it set to be?) my heart still belongs to the original anime. Here is why: I love some good blood and gore, I do, and this series, much like the manga, does that in spades, where the first anime was limited. There's also a lot of drama, the serious drama elements of the story are brought in EARLY in this iteration, even earlier than in the manga... but here's the thing: I feel like some of the levity of the first series is lost. Even the notorious "darker, bloodier, more serious" manga, yes, even the second / seinen-magazine transfer run, Trigun Maximum, had a lot more humor prior to and in between the serious stuff. In other words, it felt more balanced to me. Back in the day, during the height of my Trigun fandom, I used to get into big, rip-roaring arguments online with fans who were "manga-only" fans or who "preferred the manga because it was so much deeper and so much darker!" and who acted like they were superior fans to those of us who primarily, or even enjoyed equally, the original anime. I liked the manga, too, and I enjoyed some of the darker elements (particularly the Tesla-storyline, which makes Knives' genocidal rage make more sense than the general bullying in the first anime, I think). But, these "oh so superior!" fans... they sucked. I thought they sucked for how they'd look down on the anime and those of us who enjoyed it. My constant argument: "Just because something is darker doesn't mean that it's deeper." The storylines of Trigun? Basically amounted to the same kind of themes and meaning. Nightow just put more blood in Trigun Maximum manga because it was running in a seinen magazine rather than the shounen magazine the property had started out in and he could show more blood and go crazy with it. (He was like me when I write horror fanfiction for Y-7 cartoons). It doesn't mean that the overall themes were any different. Some of us actually absorbed them better with the original anime's treatment. The original anime had, and has - the advantage of "breather" and of having the bright moments that I think make the dark moments more meaningful. It's well-balanced and, well, fun. Trigun: Stampede, so far, does have the fun of the action-sequences, but I miss the levity of Milly's strangely-insightful ditziness, the goofy random black cats running around, having the Nebraska father-son duo as less of a drama point and more the guy is as tall as a building and has a train in his head... Gosef, I miss your train-steam-stack. I don't think Brilliant Dynamites Neon is going to show up. I'll be surprised if Frank Marlon makes an appearance (although Roberto De Niro seems to be filling in for his alcoholism). Vash... has yet to put a tie on his head, and while very kind to a kid in the new anime, has yet to be actually wrestled to the ground by a gang of them. He hasn't driven Meryl insane by shouting "Love and Peace!" on repeat yet. It's more like - "Hey, the genocide begins right away! And so does the depression!" I'm not badmouthing it. As said, I am enjoying it. I am engrossed in how they are handling the story anew. I'm just saying that, thus far, my heart still belongs to the original because I find the slower unfolding mystery and the humor against the darkness instead of almost-all-darkness personally more enjoyable.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #anime comparisons #old media new media comparisons

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hey sorry if this is wrong but i’m new to the trigun fandom and i started with tristamp and i’ve been following a lot of artist and i almost barely see tristamp ww art but there’s a lot of the trimax ww and tristamp vash?

First off start with tri98 and I say this only because im biased and think trimax/tri98 are far superior to tristamp but

Im not 100% sure I get your question? Tbh Wolfwoods design HARDLY changed. It really wasnt that much. People also do love to cross over the three so maybe thats why?

#rambles

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I've been CRAVING more body horror Trigun content, the things that are in the source material are already so good (I love some fucked up maybe not quite humans). I found your fic collection and it's been giving me life ugh. The horrors are unimaginable but they are so tender about it??? It's the perfect mix for me thanks for writing these little fics <3

Also from reading your about, what is a show chicken???? Can chickens do tricks????

Hey!! Thank you so much, I have a lot of fun writing my little intimacy in the gore fics and I'm always excited when people reach out to tell me they enjoy them. ;; ❤️ Honestly, I need more weird shit in this fandom and if I gotta put it there myself then I will! Also lol I mean I do believe chickens can be taught some tricks (never tried myself), they're smarter than they get credit for, but show chickens are just kind of like show dogs and cats. They get taken to contests and are graded on looks, temperament, etc based on their breed and can win awards and money if deemed the superior cock (or hen). My plan is to get some Ayam Cemani chickens and start a little breeding project to make the most goth birds possible but I'm also considering trying to raise some show quality Deathlayers since my homie wants to keep them and I think they're pretty and have the most metal breed name possible. (They're also decently rare in the US and I'd love to help spread them around.)

#this is where new people here realize i am the Chicken Mutual

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more-than-a-princess · 11 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : My kitty, Molly. The sweetest and best girl, true princess of the household. She's also my lockscreen. She's seven years old and for the first six months of her life, she was a feral kitten. I'm so grateful she was able to be adopted! She likes watching the electric kettle, sitting by the window, watching British TV shows, getting her whiskers smoothed back, quiet, and cat grass. She dislikes noise, people (especially loud people and children), other cats, any food meant for humans, and all of the cat beds I've bought for her (sofa and my bed are superior).

last song you listened to: 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps (Cruel Intentions soundtrack, anyone?)

last movie : Guardians of the Galaxy 3 and the Super Mario Bros Movie. Both were...okay? I've never played the Mario games beyond a few rounds of Mario Kart so the lore was lost on me.

last show : Queen Charlotte, The Great, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, XO Kitty, Succession, and a rewatch of the entire Endeavour series are at the top of my recent watch list. I'm also slowly rewatching the original Trigun in order to watch Stampede during the summer. There's also some K-dramas I've started and have yet to finish, but I'm gutted that Mrs. Maisel, Succession, and Endeavour are all ending this year (with two of them ending this week on US TV!). I'm confident they're going to end well, though (no HIMYM ending, or something similar). I watch a lot more TV and read more books than video games and movies these days!

what are you wearing right now : Midi skirt with a 90s/ditsy floral print, silk blouse, light wool cardigan, and my favorite slingback heels with minimalist jewelry. I may be on Zoom calls but I'm still working, and have a few errands to run later. At home though, probably athletic wear as I work on restyling some wigs later tonight.

piercings / tattoos? : Just one piercing in each earlobe! I don't want multiple piercings or any tattoos. Especially at my current job, they are frowned upon. I do use hair color though, mostly as my natural shade isn't that flattering on me and I'm an An Age where I need to start covering the greys. Darker hair just suits my complexion better!

glasses ? contacts? : Neither, and I'm shocked I don't need them (yet). Both of my parents wear glasses. I should get tested again, but mostly my interest is to attempt wearing contacts again for cosplay. And I hate wearing them: I will put myself through various amounts of physical discomfort for my hobby but I tend to draw the line at contacts.

last thing you ate? : Protein bar...yesterday. I do Intermittent Fasting most of the time (though it's nearly time for me to eat again!), alongside some other dietary necessities in order to try to keep myself healthy. I may not need glasses but I've got enough to deal with. I did drink plenty of water and tea so far today, however!

favorite color(s) : Blue! Sapphire blue, navy blue, sky blue...blue. My favorite color as a child was purple and my husband's favorite is green, so we appreciate a cool-toned palette in the house. Otherwise, I'm drawn to colors like burgundy, blush pink, mint, lilac, powder blue, black, white, and cool-toned tans and beiges. I tend to dislike yellows, oranges, and warm-toned browns: autumn colors, mostly. Which is funny because autumn is actually my favorite season: I'm just not a fan of the colors on me or in my home.

current obsession : A Court of Thorns and Roses/ACOTAR (and Crescent City, and Throne of Glass...SJM-verse in general) and Bridgerton, hands down. I absolutely love books and while I need to branch out and aim to start reading some Holly Black and Leigh Bardugo finally, I keep coming back to these two authors/series/fandoms (though Julia Quinn is an okayish historical romance writer. Overall, I liked other HR writers more!).

In short: talk to me about ACOTAR and Bridgerton and I will not shut up.

Otherwise, I'm into: What We Do In The Shadows (SEASON 5 SOON!), a lot of British crime and historical drama shows, mostly old anime, luxury and plus size fashion, cosplay (my main hobby outside of this blog!), skincare, having an entire bar in my house just for tea, historical/horror/romcom movies (I have a few things in common with Sonia, yes), fixing my health issues/healthy lifestyle/staying active/losing weight, cats, fashion and travel vloggers (especially if they visit Europe. it's very niche but there's a few Japanese lifestyle and travel vloggers I love because they don't spend the entire video talking and it's just...more ambiance with subtitles, I guess? Super soothing!), and traveling in general. I miss traveling so much and am slowly starting to plan my honeymoon for 2024.

do you have a crush right now? : My husband, my cat, and whenever it gets finished, the custom closet and the custom cosplay room that will be built in my house. We did my husband's new computer and video game setups first so it's my turn for house upgrades and I really need a separate closet: what came with this house only fit my husband's clothes so my wardrobe is all folded in baskets or hung on rolling racks right now and it is driving me crazy.

We've saved for the past few years in anticipation for this but it's still stressful to get a designer in to measure, chat with us about needs, get the plans approved, etc. And I still need to purge some things just for my own sanity.

No human kids, just two adults with a cat and plenty of hobbies

favorite fictional character : Rude question, how dare you. But I'll try anyway. Sybil Crawley (Downton Abbey), Nesta Archeron and Bryce Quinlan (Sarah J. Maas books/verse/etc), Penelope Featherington and Francesca Bridgerton (Bridgerton), Endeavour Morse (Inspector Morse/Endeavour), Misato Katsuragi (Evangelion), Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop), Fujiko Mine (Lupin III), and Sonia Nevermind (what, did you think I'd forget her?).

That's such a small fraction of my faves but it's a mix of older and newer ones at least.

tagged by: I absolutely stole this from @dcviated for Munday purposes.

tagging: Steal it. I wish I had something witty for this but between work, replies, and getting convention ready I've got nothing.

#more-than-a-princess musings #(My contribution for Munday this week!)#(I want the weekend to be here now but I also need a lot more time than I currently have. The struggle.)

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