Tuna

🔞 TRIGUN | mashwood | sasusaku | FFXIV | GPOSE | scribbles 🔞

[zeearts]

cw: major character death. This is your final warning!!

i'm not a comic artist, nor an animator, nor have i done any actual animatic before this that wasn't a group effort, so please be gentle with me :')

i'm also really sorry. Have some tissues. They'll meet again I promise!!

[faindri]

Echoes Between Stars: Chapter 2 | Patreon

Official Post from FaindriArt

EBS chapter 2 is available to $5 patrons!!

No worries if you can't support me there, though. This chapter will be posted to ao3 on 7/31.

[chupamaru]

READ THIS!!!

[cherboxishere]

Hello!! Back to usual schedule with #Mashwoodweek

Day 1: Love language ! (Pretend I’m not late this took w a y too long)

Also Vash absolutely bites both of them out of affection I’m so projecting right now

[chupamaru]

Tristamp thought #1

Thinking about the aesthetics of Knives, when he destroys Jeneora Rock. He moves like he is conducting an ochestral performance while also summoning the eye of Tesla up above.  

[incorrectinfinity]

Ok just for curiosity reasons

Did you transfer to tumblr through a mass migration?

Nope I am here because I want to be and also I am stuck here forever please help

Yeah I moved here from Twitter and now people are mean to me 😔👍

Yeah I moved here from Reddit and people are nicer to me 😃👍

I came here from Tiktok because it was trendy at one point uhhhhhhhhh

Voting ended onJul 8, 2023

I genuinely hate to say this but please reblog if you hit the like button for a larger sample size thank you <3

[nerf-cat]

the results are SO FRICKING FUNNY

[chupamaru]

I just had to post this snippet my goobers. Teaser for Mashwoodweek day #1

Meryl has been chasing what she feels like is a ghost for a very long time, but not because of curiosity, but because she feels it, in her heart, in her soul. She cannot explain it, it's always there, silent, quietly simmering underneath her skin. It is something invisible. Something that pulls at her soul. It feels heavy, sometimes angry, but also feeling peaceful yet remorseful at the same time. She cannot explain it, but sometimes. Sometimes it feels like two individuals.

It's there when she lies in bed staring at the ceiling, hearing muffled sounds through the wall where the boys are sharing a room. It's not jealousy, she knows, feels it more than thinks it, it is more like a longing, a want manifesting itself inside her so intensely that she feels like she cannot breathe. She tells herself that she did not cry herself to sleep the morning after.

Meryl recalls her mother telling her about how she met her father. How she was running late one morning for uni. In her haste she bumped into a boy, losing grip of her books and binders, watching them fly out of her hands and scatter like confetti around them. In a hurry she knelt down to pick up her items, but a hand came into her field of view and on the back of his hand, was a little mark, no larger than a coin. A tattoo if you like, an intricate little blob shape.

Her mother would then pause in her storytelling. Look down at seven year old Meryl, as she sits in bed wide-eyed, listening to her bedtime story, with shining eyes.  Then her mother would continue. Remembering how she felt her heart stop when she saw his mark for the first time. He was rambling profusely, apologizing left and right, babbling about how he should have looked where he was going, even though it was her mother who ran into him. She said she would grab his hand with her own, watch how he realizes that she has the same mark as him, he would then look her in the eyes for the first time and-

Meryl does not really remember any more of this story. It was cut off by her mothers squealing in glee. Meryl reaches for the ceiling, noticing a distinct lack of a mark. Or any mark on her body as a memory manifests itself. Of her standing in front of a mirror, naked with her eyes looking. Searching only to end up in disappointed nothingness. Sighing, Meryl rolls over onto her left side on the bed, tucks her hands underneath her head and curls up, making herself small. She closes her eyes and tries to fall asleep. Listening to the murmurs of Vash and Wolfwoods voices on the other side of the wall, lulling her to yet another dreamless sleep.

[tomboyyyaoi]

obsessed actually with the promise vash made to meryl coz u can not only read it literally like "ive never made a promise like this but id like to try" like ok yeah hes never promised someone hed come back to them/that hed see them again, hed never promised his life to someone before like that enough is. like. damn bc hes been suicidal thru this whole series but now hes like nah fuck that i wanna live bc i love being alive and these girls who i love would be sad if i died and that makes me so emotional

but u can also read it like. "ive never made a promise like this before but id like to try" as in hed like to try coming back to someone. like for as long as hes lived on this planet there was never one specific person (2 specific people if we count milly in this but i think the focus was on meryl in the scene) that he went back to and relied on coz the colony was like. a colony. there was no one there that he was really connected to like he was with meryl (and milly). this was him promising to a specific person. to their face. that hed like to try having someone. having not somewhere but someone to go back to (something something home isnt a place its a person something something) yea idk how to cap off this post just that i really like vash saying he wants to try doing something he never thought hed allow himself to do for someone

[buttonsanddoodles]

Gotta share my VashMeryl brainrot with y'all

[zeearts]

I absolutely love what Trigun Stampede did for Meryl. I absolutely ADORE her. She holds all of Vash's ideals but shes so, so human, and YET. And yet. There's so much character growth for Meryl, I can't wait to see her continue to bloom in season two!

[anime-grimmy-art]

The last 48 hours were very, very self indulgent, it real fast turned from adding a missing scene to Badlands Rumble to sketching a very vashmeryl centric comic.

And ended with an almost 8k fic you can find here.

Imma go hide in a cave now.

[chupamaru]

HELP THIS IS SO GOOD! MY HEART

[tenyai]

Best form of Sakura anger management :D Sasuke you have learned well…And sorry I know he’s missing the wrong arm but whatever! 

[chupamaru]

Need to start taking taking sexy gposes again