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old vergil wip i never posted on here…i miss him

#vergil: the storm approaching #queue

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#relatable #painfully so #musings

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i have no time for confession,

for i'm too busy committing sins

#musings #nicholas d. wolfwood: the wayward man #genjo sanzo: the sun protecting against darkness #queue

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#I never did #musings

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#musings #vash the stampede: a hunter of peace

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here's to us

for all the bullshit we've been through

for everything we've survived

#musings #vashwood: our tomorrows together

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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 :  Vash ~

‧˚❀˚.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯     "I swear I'm human! Please don't do this! Please!"

"The Humanoid Typhoon is a monster!"

"Demon!"

"Please! Please!"

The word eventually died from his throat after repeating it so many times. Still, it played over and over in his mind like a prayer. Even when the fire at his feet began to rise and flames licked up his body, burning through his clothing, he knew that all he had and all that he was would be turned to ash. Vash the Stampede would be nothing but a nightmare - a story told throughout time, only to eventually be forgotten. All he had endured was for nothing. Rem dying to save him was for nothing.

"I still forgive them," Vash muttered while tied to a stake. Most of his clothes were scorched, with only scraps of charred leather clinging to his blistering skin.

In the distance the Plants powering the sleeping towns began to malfunction. Their lights were like sparklers glittering on the horizon. Their cries seeped into Vash's head like a growing choir.

Brother! Brother! Little one! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hot! Brother! Danger!

"I still love them..."

The night the humanoid typhoon was captured, the nearby towns experienced a power outage, plunging the desert into darkness. The only source of light left was the fire slowly consuming Vash.

I forgive them.

#reblog #open #open starter #vash the stampede: a hunter of peace #based on a dream I had #which was actually more disturbing #but I wont get into that

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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 :  Vash / Pacific Rim AU ~

The first thing Vash saw when he opened his eyes was the bandages around his arm & the bars of the hospital bed. Right. Another night in medical while they watched over his vitals.

Dry fingers flexed then squeezed into a fist, nails digging into his palm. He could still feel from that side, not so much on his right. Every so often he’d catch some form of phantom limb pain, little spasms here & there, or a shock running up his shoulder. Complaining about it resulted in him ending up here. So, Vash decided it was better not to tell Nai these things. As much as his brother cared he had no way of understanding. Their losses weren’t equal.

Vash gradually sat up in bed, messing with his hair still shaggy from sleep. He didn’t bother brushing it & padded barefoot into the hallway after throwing on a t-shirt. The whispers didn’t bother him anymore. He knew it was him they were talking about. Other members of the SEEDS project parted ways for him as the ex Jaeger pilot strolled toward the training hall.

It was early for the pilots to begin their training as the crew settled in the cafeteria for coffee & tea. Vash would give himself a headstart. Despite strict orders to rest by medical (& his overbearing brother) Vash was insistant on pushing himself harder than vefore. Stepping onto the  mat he leaned forward to plant his right hand down for balance, holding his body up. With a deep inhale he kicked up both legs & used the wall for balance, easing himself in a slow one-handed-handstand that gradually turned into push-ups. Vash had made about three reps of fifteen sets when the doors to the training hall clicked open. The sound of someone entering caught Vash’s attention but the  one-armed man didn't stop exercising.

#reblog #for the night crowd #but I don't expect to get a bite #open #open starter #vash the stampede: a hunter of peace #pacific rim verse

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I'd love to do some sort of Blade Runner AU with Plants as the Replicants & Wolfwood, or Meryl, or some character as the cop/reporter/or blade runner character.

Or a gender swap Anastasia AU with Vash as some missing prince with no memory. Wolfwood & Livio can be the two con men trying to pass Vash off as royalty. I'm still in hiatus mode & more active on Discord, but if this is something you'd like to roleplay let me know & can I make us a server. I don't plan on being fully active here until May.

#queue #reblog #please do not reblog #vashwood #roleplay #vashmeryl

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♰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "If it's my permission you need then you have it," D replied simply, keeping his hands on Sephiroth's bare chest but also not forcing anything further. He respected his friend & would comply with his decision. But the offer would remain.

♰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ D stood before Sephiroth, his silver eyes gazing back at the noble's emerald ones. "Then feed," he said, voice cool & even. He offered his potent blood, which he knew was more sustaining than any other creature's. With a firm hand settled against Sephiroth's torso, D forced himself closer with subtle firmness, his expression blank as he bared his pale neck to the noble. Despite the parasite's voice protesting in his head, he remained resolute in his offering, knowing the value of his blood and the importance of this exchange.

#d: hunter of the night #warofthebeasts

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♰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ D stood before Sephiroth, his silver eyes gazing back at the noble's emerald ones. "Then feed," he said, voice cool & even. He offered his potent blood, which he knew was more sustaining than any other creature's. With a firm hand settled against Sephiroth's torso, D forced himself closer with subtle firmness, his expression blank as he bared his pale neck to the noble. Despite the parasite's voice protesting in his head, he remained resolute in his offering, knowing the value of his blood and the importance of this exchange.

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♰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ The silent hunter, who rose early, easily found the person whose bed he had slept in. As he moved, the dark waves of long hair swayed and joined a head that was as white as snow. Lips tickled against the hunter's jaw as he spoke, sending a rush of fondness that burned ablaze within the hunter's core." "Need to feed?" D asked in a sweet monotone. It was unusual for a noble to get so close to D, let alone be allowed to touch him. But Seph was different - a dear & old companion whom he could rely on. And on certain occasions, a lover that kept him warm. "You should have woken me."

"I do," Sephiroth answered with the faintest hint of regret in his tone; it had been several days already since the last time, and he was greatly in need. The life of a noble was never quite so glamorous as some tasteless fantasy books might portray.

"I thought that you could use the rest." The shirt lay discarded, slipping from his fingers to fall on the floor as he turned in D's arms to face him. His hands traveled up muscled arms, touch just the lightest skim of fingertips, and his head tilted to the side.

"Daylight comes soon, as well. In a matter of hours."

#d: hunter of the night #warofthebeasts

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#d: hunter of the night

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Ok, so just an interesting thing I noticed- on Vash’s right hand his thumb, index, and pinky finger are exposed and always more noticeable. My mom knows sign language and taught me some as a kid. The thumb, index, and pinky finger together is the ASL sign for I Love You.

I also wonder if it was better grip on his gun etc., but I like the thought of the subtle ILY sign for everyone, whether they realize it or not.

#that is so Vash #vash the stampede: a hunter of peace #blondie

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#i gotta go with vashwood on this one #vashwood #vashwood: our tomorrows together

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I guess I'll never be good enough for some people. Well, I say fuck them.

#ooc: lone wolf #take me as I am or not at all

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His scars are something with something. /////.

#vash: the stampede a hunter of peace

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ww

#nicholas d. wolfwood: the wayward man