ANON (aka: AIR)

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[marselind]

Invisigal x Robert kisses

FINALLY!!!

INVISIMECH NATION, HOW ARE WE FEELING?

[forsakenwitchery]

➜ lean in ||| dispatch gifs

[bliss-bud]

I still find it hard to believe that Shroud was able to predict ALL of the circumstances leading to Rob and Visi working together on the Z-team for him to plant Visi as a mole. BUT. I want to propose;

the moment Invisigal locks eyes with Robert in the mechaman suit is what gave that possible future away to Shroud. that it wasnt Robert's feelings he'd predicted, but Visi's.

that she'd give in to Robert- that all his attempts to rehabilitate her, to put faith in her, to trust her would make HER crumble. and that it'd be the perfect chance to take advantage of her.

[scappu]

SPOILERS FOR DISPATCH FINALE

Make her happy, cause God knows she's not

[cherrybeachbum]

(⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

[avengers-rule103]

more 3am… well, now 4am… thoughts. different fandom - this is why i have sleep issues

i’m just thinking about what chase said to visi, how robert shouldn’t have to keep putting his life on the line to make up for assholes like her, and how visi probably took that to heart, and agreed that no he shouldn’t have to keep doing that, so to try and prove chase wrong, but to also prevent robert or anyone else risking their necks, she goes out there, she’s the asshole, she’s the the problem, she’s the one struggling the most, she’s the most expendable, i’ll go out on my own and get it back and then finally, i won’t be the eternal asshole and fuck up. and then she can’t do it. and then she really does need help again, need saving, and of all people who goes to save her? chase. and it’s this mix of fear and guilt and shame, but also chase saw what she was trying to do, saw that she was trying to do the right thing, saw that she was trying to change, and saw that she was worth saving.

i know people hate her for it, but that’s something i relate to visi on a lot.

[marselind]

Invisigal x Robert kisses

FINALLY!!!

INVISIMECH NATION, HOW ARE WE FEELING?

[scappu]

SPOILERS FOR DISPATCH FINALE

Make her happy, cause God knows she's not

[forsakenwitchery]

Make her happy... cause god knows she's fuckin' miserable. ||| dispatch gifs

[marselind]

Invisigal x Robert kisses

FINALLY!!!

INVISIMECH NATION, HOW ARE WE FEELING?

[mysunshinechild]

need more of these analyses on tumblr actually bc i have not seen enough of it on here

[farore-or-less-deactivated20250]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rated: Explicit

Summary: These are the hours that are typically the hardest for Vash; when everyone else is fast asleep and his nightmares keep his spiky head away from the pillows. He usually spends them alone, hunched over a desk as he cleans his gun, but then suddenly there's a soft knock on his hotel door that has Vash's fingers halting over the barrel.

Where Meryl has writer's block and visits him at night for an exclusive interview.

Indulgence / Soft Angst / Sexual Healing / Smut

[fullcry]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

<slides fic onto your dash>

You should uh. You should read this.

[itachanta]

Okay, so, I was in bed looking for Tristamp fanart, and I came across a comment online that said Meryl's voice reaching Vash in chapter 12 was cheap, and it happened only because she is "the girl". My mind went immediately ballistic so hard i almost fell to the floor. Like, did we watch the same show at all? (screaming in a fit of rage)

Here i'm going (rolls up sleeves) beware spoilers. (and sorry for my broken english)

Meryl was the start of the show. She was our eyes, the narrator, the witness, and the rope that first tied the main group together (pun intended).

She started following Vash out of curiosity, then by admiration, her beliefs, and a big determination to help him and learn more about him, through danger, even not knowing how to fight or even lift a pistol.

Vash, despite loving humans, was, at the same time, distant to them and closed off. Almost every time, sooner or later, he ended up bringing some form of misery, hurt or loss to the humans around him, or they ended up betraying him. That's why he was called the "humanoid typhoon". We have Jenora Rock as an example. After the downfall with Knives, even Rosa, who seemed to know him for a long time, blamed him and tossed him out of her life. (I'm not roasting Rosa, i understand it's easy to put the blame on others when you suffer a great loss).

Meryl, witnessed all of this, and still followed him.

Meryl, who learned what Vash really is, and saw his markings, and even though she was surprised, she still smiled to him the next day.

Meryl, who was kidnapped to trap Vash into coming to July, and was told the truth about plants and humanity, but still didn't bail.

Meryl, who lost her mentor because of her decision to follow Vash, and didn't blame him, at all.

Meryl, who ran straight to try to save him, even though it was very dangerous and she could have ended up dead.

In the moment Vash was totally robbed of his bodily autonomy, his will, and basically, he was being violated, a tiny human, who followed him around through danger, challenged his views but never blamed him, smiled to him, wasn't afraid of him and supported him, was there, calling his name, calling for him to come back. A tiny human who believed in him, along with Luida, Brad and Rem.

This was specially noticeable when Vash was running, following Rem's voice. We can hear her say to him,"Thank you for protecting my dreams and my hopes", this, refering to her ideals about plants and humans coming together, wanting to create a bridge between them with their help, as she said to the twins when they were kids. And JUST RIGHT AFTER THIS, when he is looking down with sorrow and closes his eyes, Rem's voice calling his name mixes with Meryl's, and with that final push, he opens his eyes with a changed look, this time hearing only Meryl, and he gets out. THIS DETAIL GUYS. THE EYES. THE VOICES. LOOK AT THE GIFS.

THE CHANGE IN HIS EYES?????

Just imagine, after everything he went through, after being psychologically tortured by Knives, what was for him to hear Meryl CALLING HIS NAME and trying to save him. WAITING FOR HIM in a very dangerous place when she could have just, you know, escaped. His hopes in humanity, Rem's values and love lessons, compressed in this small tiny koala person. How can you even think, her voice reaching him, was FREAKING CHEAP OR DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? ASDJLAJKDASHDASKDLASDBASKD (dramatically sharpening a knife)

[nobu-25m-deactivated20260322]

[11vein]

a vashmeryl comic … ive never made a comic before lol takes place in some ambiguous timeframe after meryl knows of vash being a plant ???

[sdekendra]

Vash the Stampede Fandom after S1's Final Episode (3/25/32)

Everyone when seeing Vash's new hairstyle from the OG anime:

After hearing S2 and OG characters ( Milly) is coming:

[mutherplocker0665]

Ep 11 has solidified my Dom Vash headcanon.

Bruh he would definitely want some semblance of control….

Anyone wanna write DomVash/SubMeryl👀?

[fullcry]

ME ✋

“Control”

>> Also on AO3

He was a soft man—kind down to his roots, ever giving and sacrificing for the welfare of others. The scars and circuitry adorning his flesh were a testament to this, his words and actions preaching the scripture of his body. He rarely asserted himself, try as Meryl might to get him to, so often letting his direction be dictated by the whims of fate and the will of the more domineering (herself included at times).

When at long last they finally crossed that line between them, she expected he would be just as pliant and submissive in bed as he was in everything else.

She quickly learned she was very, very wrong in that assumption.

It started with her crawling into his lap and kissing him, drunk in a tavern on the outskirts of May city. He didn’t hesitate to reciprocate and she’d hurriedly dragged him out of their booth and to their rooms upstairs; but once they were inside he did not let her lead—something she was used to doing with previous intimate partners. Instead he pinned her to the wall, his knee between her thighs and his prosthetic hand holding her arms above her head in a firm grip. He kissed her fiercely, coaxing her lips open, his free hand roaming the curve of her waist, dipping beneath her shirt and sliding upward.

Her heart pounded. Blood rushed in her ears. She felt an unbearable ache between her legs his knee did not satisfy. Her body had never responded like this before, never caught fire this quickly; and as his lips left hers to nip at her neck and drag his teeth down her throat, pinned as she was and unable to turn the tables on him, she realized:

She wanted to let go.

For all the urgent need she so often felt after the events of July to be in control—for all that she had come to depend on a sense of agency and actionability, she was tired. Tired of being vigilant. Tired of making decisions. Tired of composure.

Were it anyone else she didn't think she’d have had this response, didn’t think she’d be willing to consider it—but she trusted Vash, wholly and without reservation.

And if he wanted to be dominant… she would yield to him. She would let her walls fall—only with him.

He took her there against the wall of her room, pinning her, exploring her body while she could do little more than writhe with the pleasure he deigned to give her. And when her eyes fell shut on the brink of climax he commanded her to look at him, turned her face so that he could see her eyes and watch her unravel.

After, as they lay in bed and he held her tightly, his nose nuzzling the crook of her neck and whispering words of gentle affection in her ear—so unlike the commanding, dominant personality that had pinned her to the wall, she realized: perhaps he, like her, needed to break away from the person he was day-to-day—needed to exert the control he otherwise refused to enact.

Maybe, at least in one private part of his life—after all he’d been through, he needed a place to be dominant; just as she yearned for a place in hers to let go.

[mutherplocker0665]