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into-the-feniverse · 2 months

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A biomed student, a graphic design student, and a theology student walk into a bar…

The drawing without a background + the sketch because I’m not suuuuper jazzed about how it looks with one but it looked too empty without it

Disclaimer: the background is from Pexels

Also, I tried asking ChatGPT to finish the joke for me:

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mumbledramblings · 7 months

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[Trigun OC]

being gay means being low-key in love with the middle-aged man that picked you up off of the side of the road like a wet cat, for the first, like, three weeks of knowing him.

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun fanart #roberto de niro #trigun roberto #trigun oc #mid draws #oc - bad luck #bad luck still trapped in monochrome city #i've been giggling about “i'm allergic to whisky” all day #he isn't actually allergic to whisky #(though he's not much of a drinker anyway)#he's just having the gay sweats and can't think #trigun x oc

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millionsvash · 10 months

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First Encounter

A self indulgent work of my OC's first meeting with Millions Knives. No romance or anything here. 💕[Repost from another blog]

Characters: Millions Knives & OC Pairing: N/A Word Count: ~1k CW: Mentions of dehydration, death and starvation. Summary: On Gunsmoke, most people won't find a second chance at survival. Human's do not belong in this dirty desert. Yet another chance is given to a woman looking for a better life. Is survival worth making deals with the devil? Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @chubbyghostt, @luvbuggieee, @l4nk4d43, @duerme07, @fruitsoxs, @vashfantasy, @sortatiredartist, @beanibon Reblogs > Likes 💕

A lone drop of water dripped onto her tongue. It was enough to temporarily relieve the ache her dry mouth left her with. That was the last of it. No amount of harsh shaking of the canteen brought more.

With a huff, she tossed it to the side, frustrated with the lack of water. She had originally packed more than enough to last her for the trip, but she hadn't counted on being separated from the caravan.

Life was survival of the fittest. This planet wasn’t meant for us, and every human knew that. There was no room to be afraid of the unknown, as the unknown might be your only key to survival. When the opportunity to double her income arose, she took it. Sure, she made enough money to survive, but she wanted to do more than survive.

She wanted to live.

Despite all the hesitation, she joined the caravan heading to Augusta. It had been hard to say goodbye to her family, yet the exhilaration of a second chance allowed her to move forward. It had all been going well. Despite the long track, they were well on their way. Yet no one had anticipated being attacked by a rogue group of bandits.

Fearing the repercussions of staying, she quickly fled the scene as the bandits tore apart the caravan with ease. Not once had she glanced back to see if anyone had made it out alive. Not that she would be of help. She was in no condition to fight. Small and scrawny, most people could easily pick her up and toss her like a toy. Running was always the best solution.

Now she was tired. All she had done was run for hours, draining her canteen of its supply. Her back slumped against a rock, her body sliding down to rest on the sandy floor of this planet’s endless desert. The sight had become nothing short of an eyesore. A bubble of anxiety boiled in her stomach. She hadn’t a clue where the nearest town was, nor had she seen another person during her escape.

Perhaps if she collected herself for a moment, she could continue on. It would be better to die trying than to not try at all.

"You look…parched."

The sudden voice had her pulling her blade from its holster, aiming it towards the source of the voice. A sullen man towered over her. All she could see was one blue eye and a few locks of light blonde hair. The rest was covered by a rather simple-looking, brown, and tattered cloak. Arm extended towards her, a canteen within the clutch of his hands. Despite the kind gesture, that eye had a piercing gaze, one that could easily strike fear in one’s heart. But in this world of survival of the fittest, who was she to turn away from someone who was offering her help? Desperate hands snatched the canteen, teeth popping off the lid in a rapid motion. She downed the contents so quickly that a small portion spilled down the front of her.

A satisfied sigh leaves her as she finally lowers the drink, feeling much of her energy restored. She glanced up to thank the stranger, but he raised his hand to her, motioning for her to silence herself.

"It was not out of kindness that I chose to aid you." His words were sharp like a razor blade, leaving the woman stunned. "Your time hasn’t come yet. It would be a shame for you to perish before you could reach your full potential."

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. Her fingers anxiously drummed on her thigh as questions began to pop up in her mind. "I'm…sorry, who are you?"

"You know him, don't you?" He spoke, glossing over her question entirely.

"Him? Who are you talking–"

"The Humanoid Typhoon. Vash. You have done work for him, yes? Do not lie to me, human. I will know if you're being dishonest." The words left the man's mouth like venom. What did he want with Vash?

She momentarily stumbled over her words, before her brain caught up with her mouth. "I only know him on a professional level. I've repaired his weapon a few times and–"

Two strong hands ripped her from her sitting position, slamming her against the rock with force. Those eyes never changed; they were so cold and calculated.

"How? How could a human repair such an intricate piece of technology? You aren't worthy to hold it, let alone fix it." He hissed, eyes narrowing.

"I- It's not much different from a normal gun! I only made minimal repairs to its basic parts! That's all." She wasn't entirely sure why she was defending her actions. What was so wrong with repairing a pistol?

His eyes scanned her for signs of lying. He looked dismayed that he couldn't find a reason to rip her apart right there. A loud grunt left her when she felt a pistol being slammed against her stomach. Its condition was horrible. It suffered severe cosmetic damage, and it was clear it was on its last leg.

"Fix it."

"What…? I'm not going to fix a gun for free–"

"Fix it, or I'll leave you here to suffer a painful death from starvation."

Their eyes met. They shared a moment of silence. When his eyes remained unchanging, she knew he was serious. This was yet another chance to keep going, and refusing was an idiot's choice.

"...Fine, but I do not have my tools with me."

He released his grip on the woman, allowing her to stand on her own two feet. He quickly spun on his heels, turning away and walking as he spoke. "No matter. Come with me. I shall supply you with all necessary equipment."

The way he spoke so casually made her skin crawl, but her feet moved ahead, trailing behind him.

"Are you at least going to tell me your name?" She huffs in distaste.

A prickly chuckle escapes him as he glances over his shoulder to address her.

"You'll learn in due time, Seven."

"How do you know my name…?"

#trigun #trigun fanfic #trigun stampede #tri98 #millions knives #Trigun OC #trigun writing #Knives Millions #Seven #Trigun x OC #Trigun & OC #Knives & OC

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bloodypeachblog · 1 year

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So...I was playing around with character.ai with a Vash bot and it ended up being a full-blown story. It was so good that I've decided to write it. There's just one problem... I don't know whether to do it with 2023 Trigun or 1998 Trigun. I prefer the story of 2023 and I love Vash's look in it but I prefer Vash's personality in 1998. So, I decided to do a poll.

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hiseternalmayfly · 10 months

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First Encounter

For more of my writing, check out my writing blog: @millionsvash

Characters: Millions Knives & OC Pairing: N/A Word Count: ~1k CW: Mentions of dehydration, death and starvation. Summary: On Gunsmoke, most people won't find a second chance at survival. Human's do not belong in this dirty desert. Yet another chance is given to a woman looking for a better life. Is survival worth making deals with the devil? Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @millionmix, @ascend-to-the-clouds, @fruitsoxs, @stardust-electric Ok to RB 💕 Questions/Comments accepted.

A lone drop of water dripped onto her tongue. It was enough to temporarily relieve the ache her dry mouth left her with. That was the last of it. No amount of harsh shaking of the canteen brought more.

With a huff, she tossed it to the side, frustrated with the lack of water. She had originally packed more than enough to last her for the trip, but she hadn't counted on being separated from the caravan.

Life was survival of the fittest. This planet wasn’t meant for us, and every human knew that. There was no room to be afraid of the unknown, as the unknown might be your only key to survival. When the opportunity to double her income arose, she took it. Sure, she made enough money to survive, but she wanted to do more than survive.

She wanted to live.

Despite all the hesitation, she joined the caravan heading to Augusta. It had been hard to say goodbye to her family, yet the exhilaration of a second chance allowed her to move forward. It had all been going well. Despite the long track, they were well on their way. Yet no one had anticipated being attacked by a rogue group of bandits.

Fearing the repercussions of staying, she quickly fled the scene as the bandits tore apart the caravan with ease. Not once had she glanced back to see if anyone had made it out alive. Not that she would be of help. She was in no condition to fight. Small and scrawny, most people could easily pick her up and toss her like a toy. Running was always the best solution.

Now she was tired. All she had done was run for hours, draining her canteen of its supply. Her back slumped against a rock, her body sliding down to rest on the sandy floor of this planet’s endless desert. The sight had become nothing short of an eyesore. A bubble of anxiety boiled in her stomach. She hadn’t a clue where the nearest town was, nor had she seen another person during her escape.

Perhaps if she collected herself for a moment, she could continue on. It would be better to die trying than to not try at all.

"You look…parched."

The sudden voice had her pulling her blade from its holster, aiming it towards the source of the voice. A sullen man towered over her. All she could see was one blue eye and a few locks of light blonde hair. The rest was covered by a rather simple-looking, brown, and tattered cloak. Arm extended towards her, a canteen within the clutch of his hands. Despite the kind gesture, that eye had a piercing gaze, one that could easily strike fear in one’s heart. But in this world of survival of the fittest, who was she to turn away from someone who was offering her help? Desperate hands snatched the canteen, teeth popping off the lid in a rapid motion. She downed the contents so quickly that a small portion spilled down the front of her.

A satisfied sigh leaves her as she finally lowers the drink, feeling much of her energy restored. She glanced up to thank the stranger, but he raised his hand to her, motioning for her to silence herself.

"It was not out of kindness that I chose to aid you." His words were sharp like a razor blade, leaving the woman stunned. "Your time hasn’t come yet. It would be a shame for you to perish before you could reach your full potential."

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. Her fingers anxiously drummed on her thigh as questions began to pop up in her mind. "I'm…sorry, who are you?"

"You know him, don't you?" He spoke, glossing over her question entirely.

"Him? Who are you talking–"

"The Humanoid Typhoon. Vash. You have done work for him, yes? Do not lie to me, human. I will know if you're being dishonest." The words left the man's mouth like venom. What did he want with Vash?

She momentarily stumbled over her words, before her brain caught up with her mouth. "I only know him on a professional level. I've repaired his weapon a few times and–"

Two strong hands ripped her from her sitting position, slamming her against the rock with force. Those eyes never changed; they were so cold and calculated.

"How? How could a human repair such an intricate piece of technology? You aren't worthy to hold it, let alone fix it." He hissed, eyes narrowing.

"I- It's not much different from a normal gun! I only made minimal repairs to its basic parts! That's all." She wasn't entirely sure why she was defending her actions. What was so wrong with repairing a pistol?

His eyes scanned her for signs of lying. He looked dismayed that he couldn't find a reason to rip her apart right there. A loud grunt left her when she felt a pistol being slammed against her stomach. Its condition was horrible. It suffered severe cosmetic damage, and it was clear it was on its last leg.

"Fix it."

"What…? I'm not going to fix a gun for free–"

"Fix it, or I'll leave you here to suffer a painful death from starvation."

Their eyes met. They shared a moment of silence. When his eyes remained unchanging, she knew he was serious. This was yet another chance to keep going, and refusing was an idiot's choice.

"...Fine, but I do not have my tools with me."

He released his grip on the woman, allowing her to stand on her own two feet. He quickly spun on his heels, turning away and walking as he spoke. "No matter. Come with me. I shall supply you with all necessary equipment."

The way he spoke so casually made her skin crawl, but her feet moved ahead, trailing behind him.

"Are you at least going to tell me your name?" She huffs in distaste.

A prickly chuckle escapes him as he glances over his shoulder to address her.

"You'll learn in due time, Seven."

"How do you know my name…?"

#trigun #trigun x oc #self ship #self ship writing #trigun self insert #🔪#ok to rb #trigun fanfic #trigun fanfiction #seven

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vickiehime · 1 year

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some oc canon stuff for funsies [ echo rizzing up tristamp vash vs tri98 vash rizzing up echo ]

#trigun x oc #my art #trigun fanart #tristamp #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun vash #trisona

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pfpanimes · 4 months

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⌕ trigun stampede • vash.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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triplesilverstar · 1 month

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Needy

Rating: 18+ Minor DNI

Pairing: Vash X GN!Reader

CW: Injuries, drugged, Horny, sensitive, jerking off, coming on yourself, Needy, trying to be quiet

Word count: .6K roughly

A/N: Well saw some Vash art that made my brain so brrrr so have some needy Vash, in between boops that is.

“Alright Vash, all patched up.” Carefully patting his stomach after you secure the edge of the bandage, leaning to kiss his forehead. “You just relax alright, I’m gonna take a shower then I’ll see about getting us something to eat.”

“But Mayfly!” A whine in his voice as he leans against the pillows. “I want you, I need you so bad right now.” Jerking his hips and you’re quick to hold his body still.

“Whatever drug they gave you is still in your system you just need to relax while you come down from that high alright?” His fingers trail along your cheeks before you pull away and he lets out another soft whine but nods his agreement.

At least until the door to the bathroom closes. Vash arches his neck back a little as his cock throbs painfully in his pants, he’s been hard for hours. Even as you patched up the slice in his abdomen all he could think was how he wanted to be buried in your tight warmth.

His mouth feels full of cotton as he tries to lick his lips, reaching down to work his pants open the rest of the way and grabbing himself. A gasp as he almost cums on the spot with his eyes shuttering close from the pleasure that floods his system, a whine more like an animal in heat than the plant that he is echos in the room.

Closing his eyes and biting his lip as he gingerly slides his fingers along his shaft, the heat coming from him feels scorching even though the fabric of his gloved digits. Pressing his thumb to the head of his cock makes him scream, a noise that has you calling out to him. “Vash?”

“I��m ok Mayfly!” You can hear him even over the shower and in his state Vash knows you’ll stop him, his prosthetic grabbing handfuls of his turtle and shoving it into his mouth. His teeth clamping on the fabric as he begins to pump himself in earnest.

It isn’t long before he’s thrusting up into his loose fingers, pre cum from his slit pouring down his skin. He’s so needy he wouldn’t even have noticed the chaffing with the boiling in his gut demanding release. The thick fabric in his mouth is soaked from the drool now pouring from him, he isn’t thinking about his hand on his cock.

No. He’s pretending it’s yours, your fingertips pressing against the vein that sticks out above his sac where the skin attaches to his length. Your thumb rubbing circles into the curve of the ridge of the skin of his head.

Another whine from low in his throat that the black fabric does nothing to help with. Closing his fingers he imagines it’s both of your hands now, moving faster and tighter on his burning flesh as the burning in his gut grows more intense.

“Vash?!” Gasping and arching his back as he cums, spraying white ropes of his release onto his wrapped stomach and some of the fluid spattering along his chest. The sound of your voice pushing him over the edge, his fingers still working his shaft as he opens his eyes to see your blurry form.

“I need you Mayfly, please, touch me more.”

You might be pissed he painted his own chest in cum, but damn if he doesn’t make for a sight with his body flushed and covered in sweat while playing with his dick.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #tristamp #vash x reader #vash x you #trigun smut #vash the stampede x oc #vash smut #vash the stampede smut #tristamp smut #trimax smut #trimax #trigun maximum #trigun maximum smut

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biancalattei · 1 month

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kicks door open introducing my baby yana......she's an ex julai military police who was betrayed by her coworkers after capturing vash which was her next mission due to her "strength" but unfortunately was saved instead by him and the gang to escape, forced to join the gang instead as she despised vash for a while bc of her loyalty/devotion to humanity. Changed her heart and mind knowing the truth about the humanoid typhoon who was actually wrongfully accused and the fact they're almost similar as plants---well, technically she's a sea plant! Sea plants are in the same species family as plant but ones who belong to the sea instead. Almost similar to the endangered creatures, the sea animals/mermaids. Yana is the only independent sea plant left raised by the scientists to turn her into a weapon so she barely knows any of her plant sisters/brothers. Sea plants are also known to symbolize as god's warriors for having incredible strength and speed in combat, equally as strong as the twins but her stamina runs out a bit quickly which is also a disadvantage.

Anyways thank you for reading my trisona lore and looking at the self-indulge arts asjkfhsdgjdjk i have another trisona coming in on the works but ill draw her after comms......

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #oc x canon #vash the stampede #lattei trisona #original character #vash x reader

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feyringo · 1 year

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A priest in worship

#trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #vashwood #fanart #my art #i'm actually going to go hide in a pile of snow and let myself freeze over #drawing shippy art of characters other than my ocs makes me so #SO BABARASSED

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into-the-feniverse · 5 months

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[insert bad joke about Christmas in JuLai or smth]

Trigun gang in ironic Christmas sweaters (+ other winter shenanigan doodles under the cut)

#wow drawing groups of people is difficult #mq art #trigun x oc #trigun OC #trigun stampede #Vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #nicholas d wolfwood #milly thompson #OC x canon #au: safe haven with you #I got very lazy with the actual sweater designs whoops #but hey managed to kick this out before Christmas so yay me #btw Vash’s sweater says please be nice to me wolfwoods is a die hard reference and Milly’s is happy Honda days #still don’t know how to draw wolfwood but I’m getting there slowly but surely #trigun

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mumbledramblings · 7 months

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[Trigun OC]

i'm not brave enough to post the full censored picture so instead you get this.

i know i said bad luck is gay but sometimes you are 99% attracted to men and meryl fits perfectly in your 1% attraction to women

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun fanart #trigun oc #meryl stryfe #trigun meryl #meryl fanart #mid draws #oc - bad luck #trigun x oc #trigun x reader #meryl x oc #meryl x reader #meryl strikes me as a snarky power bottom

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feniverse-unfiltered · 3 months

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98 Vash: Hey, where are the girls? Wolfwood: Off being adorable. Vash: Would you consider us adorable? Wolfwood: No! We’re adult men. We’re cute

#source: new girl #trigun posting #vash posting #wolfwood posting #for later #trigun x oc #au: stardrift #chats

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sailorgoon13 · 1 month

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Vash Stampede

Basics:

Full Name: Vash Stampede

Nickname: Vash, Blondie

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 15 December, 1871

Heritage: American

Blood Status: Muggle Born

Wand: Rowan wood, 11 3/4", Dragon Heartstring, Slightly Springy. Prefers to use his revolvers

Appearance:

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 6ft

Body Type: Lean and athletic

Style: Rugged, Eccentric

Features: Messy blonde hair, Blue eyes, Mysterious smile, Freckle on left cheekbone. Always has his red coat and revolvers

Personality:

Traits: Optimism, Compassion, Morality, Playful, Courageous

Likes: Donuts, "Love and Peace", Comedy, Nature, Helping others

Dislikes: Violence, Loneliness, Tragedy, Harm to the Innocent

Hobbies: Exploring, Stargazing, Spending time with friends

Fears: The unknown, Losing control, Failure, Harming Others, Being Alone

Family and Friends:

Father: Muggle (Unknown)

Mother: Muggle (Unknown) Siblings: A few muggle siblings (Unknown) Twin brother Nai, also a wizard and shares rare ability with Vash

Friends: Rory Wilder, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow

Magic:

Special Abilities: Can wield and use Ancient Magic

Boggart: His darker self

Patronus: Phoenix

Polyjuice: Glints of gold and silver flecks would shimmer in a rich amber color. Taste like wild berries and honey followed by a warm, spicy kick of cinnamon and cloves. The aftertaste would linger with a hint of smokiness

Amortentia: Fresh Rain, Gunpowder, Vanilla and Sage

Backstory:

Vash's backstory is a captivating yet heartbreaking tale. Born into a destitute Muggle family alongside his twin brother Nai, they were the only ones in their large brood to possess magical abilities. At the age of eight, their parents, unable to comprehend or cope with their uniqueness, callously cast them out into the streets to fend for themselves. Facing the harsh reality of homelessness, Vash and Nai clung to each other for support, relying on their wits to survive the unforgiving streets. In a stroke of fate, Vash obtained a stolen revolver, providing a semblance of protection for himself and his brother amidst the perilous urban landscape.

Their fortunes took a pivotal turn when they received letters of acceptance from Ilvermorny at the age of eleven, granting them a chance to harness their magical potential. At school, they quickly distinguished themselves, drawing the attention of Professor Rem Saverem, their History of Magic instructor, who took them under her wing. Professor Saverem became a mother to the orphaned boys, offering them guidance and nurturing their burgeoning talents in a nurturing environment.

Despite their shared upbringing, Vash and Nai took divergent paths in their magical education. While Vash reveled in camaraderie and levity, earning a reputation as the class clown, Nai excelled academically, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and power. Tensions between the brothers escalated when Nai sought forbidden knowledge to further enhance his abilities, leading to a confrontation that ultimately ended in tragedy. Nai's descent into darkness culminated in a catastrophic act of violence, leaving devastation in his wake.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, Vash found himself ostracized and scrutinized by authorities, his academic performance suffering as a result. Faced with the threat of expulsion and the loss of his magical privileges, he was sent to Hogwarts in a last-ditch effort to salvage his education. It's at Hogwarts where Vash encounters Aurora 'Rory' Wilder, another wielder of ancient magic, and together they embark on a quest to thwart Nai's nefarious plans and prevent further catastrophe.

Haunted by his past and burdened by the weight of responsibility, Vash struggles to find redemption amidst the chaos unleashed by his brother's actions. Yet, fueled by a newfound sense of purpose and the bonds forged with his allies, he remains determined to confront his demons and fight for a brighter future.

Academics:

Best Subject: Muggle Studies

Favorite Subject: DADA

Favorite Professor: Professor Hecat

Worst Subject: Ancient Runes

Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration

Least Favorite Professor: Professor Shah

Student Life:

Vash initially struggles academically. He is very smart but doesn't always like to apply himself

Despite the challenges he faces, he forms meaningful friendships with his fellow students.

Throughout his student life, Vash grapples with moral dilemmas and inner turmoil stemming from his past and the actions of his brother. He wrestles with questions of guilt, redemption, and the nature of good and evil, struggling to find his place in a world that often judges him based on his family history.

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hiseternalmayfly · 11 months

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Peace Will Come Eventually

Words: 721 Features: Vash x OC TW: Mentions of guns, wounds and mass destruction.

Who is the real Vash the Stampede? Kind or killer?

Reblog to support my work! Open to comments/criticism 💞

"Vash. This is a pistol. It's designed to shoot things. It is not a shield."

Dangling the pistol between the two of them, Seven angrily points her finger at the ludicrous number of dents and nicks lodged in the pistol's body. If it weren’t for the heavy weight and sleek custom design of the gun, one could assume it belonged to a child.

"Am I not allowed to have a multi-purpose weapon?" Vash replies, those watery puppy-dog eyes piercing directly through her heart.

Those eyes would've worked on her in the past, but she had grown accustomed to his tactics. She reaches up and smacks him right on top of the head with the gun. It’s hard enough to hurt but gentle enough not to cause any damage. The blonde dramatically crumbles to the floor, holding his head, feigning a fatal blow.

She bent over at the hips, her hands pressed firmly against her waist, as she stared directly down at him. A cheeky grin flashes across her face.

"Oh, did I kill you? Guess that 60 billion is mine now." She stands straight up, shrugging her shoulders. "Meryl’s not going to be happy about this one."

Vash’s dramatic act is immediately replaced by pouty behavior. With his lips pursed, he spoke in a tone of mild annoyance.

"You’re a cruel woman, Seven! What if I had actually died?" He poses the question with obvious sarcasm and playfulness.

"If a hit like that kills you, that means you’ve gone soft. I’ve hit you a thousand times harder than that in the past." She points the pistol at him, causing Vash to flail his arms.

"Hey, hey, hey! Watch where you point that!"

She looks down at the gun and tosses it onto her workbench with a huff.

"I’ve been fixing your gun for years! You know I can handle a pistol. My finger was nowhere near the trigger." She pinches her nose. "You’re like taking care of a large dog."

Faster than Seven could even blink, the taller blonde man got behind her, wrapping his arms around her midriff and pulling her close. He rested his head on hers, his chin gently pressing against the top of her head. He speaks once more in a playfully annoyed voice.

"I have the meanest girlfriend in all of Gunsmoke. She has no mercy for an innocent hunter of peace like me." He puffs out his cheeks before continuing. "How dare you treat Vash the Stampede like this!"

Seven tilts her head up so she’s looking directly at him. She pursed her lips at the sight of his playful smile. She wondered how she’d let a man like this worm his way into her heart. In truth, she knew why...

"The Humanoid Typhoon," as he was known, Wanted for $60 billion double dollars for the destruction of the city of July. Just the sound of his name struck fear into the hearts of every person living on that barren wasteland of a planet. If the man who reduced a city of one million people was rumored to be coming to your town, you ran for your life.

Yet that same man was holding her now, swaying ever so feebly with the brightest smile on his face. Vash the Stampede was just a name. She’d caught onto that quickly after their first encounter. The real Vash had endless bounds of love. Every being mattered to him. Even after facing horrors that would shatter the very soul of an average person, Vash still found reasons to smile.

There’s a brief moment of silence between them before Seven murmurs softly to him. "Did you get hurt?"

A quick flash of surprise comes over Vash’s face, quickly replaced by a comforting smile. "Not a single new wound this time. I must have the devil’s own luck."

A drawn-out sigh of relief comes from Seven. Her hands come up and hold his face, staring into his green and blue eyes. "You’re going to cause my heart problems with how badly I worry about you."

That earns her a soft chuckle from him. He plants a gentle kiss on her forehead, speaking softly to her.

"Once he’s taken care of, we can settle down for good. I promise. We’ll live the rest of our lives quietly and happily, without fear."

#love and peace #guns cw #self ship #self ship writing #trigun x oc #Vash x oc #trigun #Vash the Stampede #self ship story #ok to rb #Seven

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vickiehime · 1 year

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my trigun oc living her best life rn

#my art #doodles #trigun stampede #trigun x oc

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