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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Acquired Stardust

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@strawurberries
• Strawberry 🍓 is my name <3 (Straw, Berry, or any other variation is fine too!!)
• 21 yrs old
• She/they
• Masterlist
• Rules
• Requests: CLOSED
*CURRENTLY ON HIATUS !!!
This blog contains sexually explicit content, Minors DNI ‼️
Some designs for my Transformers AU
I think i locked in on soundwave design 😭
vash the
finding vash all tied up like in episode 1 of stampede and instead of freeing him, you start dragging him around like he's on a leash. pulling on the rope and bringing him closer as you ask—teasing, a little mean—how the big, bad humanoid typhoon has been caught so easily.
only he's bright red in the face, stuttering over a half-hearted excuse while he lets you lead him around in circles, tripping up in the sand whenever you yank a bit too harshly. he'll quickly right himself, yet you'll jerk him off balance again barely a heartbeat later simply to relish the startled, high-pitched yelp he lets out.
and too afraid to draw attention to exactly what you're doing to him, vash doesn't protest. what if you stop? there's something awfully gratifying about being at your mercy like this, at your beck and call, and vash thinks to himself how he could quite happily follow you across the desert, wrapped in rope and tugged along like a dog—your dog—for miles.
sharing a cigarette with your pal (full gif here)
Do you think that Vash, being non-human, has fisical needs? You know, urgencys? I like an inexperienced Vash and I imagine him super frustrated and embarrassed trying to hide an erection from his s/o
okay okay, I have some thoughts on it 😈 I'm sorry though - my thoughts went to Trimax Vash, and that guy is not as innocent as some might think. He's lived a very long life, after all. Warnings: g/n reader, slight nsfw, slight self-deprecation The ways Vash would deal with accidental erection around his s/o:
He doesn’t panic - he manages. When arousal catches him off-guard (which it does, more often than he’d like), he doesn’t bolt or stammer. Instead, you’ll notice a subtle shift - shoulders a little stiffer, voice hitching just a little, thumbs twiddling anxiously. A tension he doesn’t explain. He masks it with a tired smile and a soft “Give me a sec,” before excusing himself.
I humbly request from thee (inspired by one of your reblogs):
Vash cumming while reader sits on his face
notes: YESSSS I'M SO GLAD YOU SEE THE VISION
word count: 688
⊹ WHAT KIND OF SUB IS ⊹ VASH STAMPEDE ⎯TRIGUN
cw: sub!vash x dom reader, crying kink, praise kink, emotional vulnerability, overstimulation, handling kink a/n: i love vash so much, i just want to pet him :((
Afternoon nap 😴
folding them n putting them in my pocket
075. Irregular
♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader
♡ Word count - 0.7k
♡ Warnings - none
♡ Description: Vash has an irregular heartbeat, just like he has an irregular life.
Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3
The dunes are high, crouched over you. Stars blaze like distant beacons too far to reach in one night. Your legs are numb. Tired. In one of those dazes where all you can do is put one foot in front of the other.
Plants are disappearing more and more. A cascade of towns destroyed, like the long-gone waves of the sea against a cliffside. Slowly erroding humanity from the outreaches, moving in toward towns, cities. Vash is trying. He's trying so hard to reach the Plants before whatever is happening happens. It doesn't help that everyone blames him for it all. Seeing his brother, this Millions Knives, has seared his twin's face into victim's brains.
*don't give even water
Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
What drives me to go get food is not being able to provide enough food to feed my children.
and you would think the chances of dying are so high that people would refuse to go there, but then i think about if people in my family, especially children, were crying from hunger in front of me i would not hesitate to go. and i also remember this essay, about hunger. you would do anything to end it, including take your chances with unseen, sadistic israeli soldiers lying in wait with their snipers ready.
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Hello, my name is Brooke Cole and I am organizing this fundrai… Brooke Cole needs your support for Building a new life for my family and lig
hi.
the way you draw Vash!!! Your Vash is the Vashiest Vash that ever vashed like you GET him!! Thank you for your service
ok love you byee
THANK YOU i have a stray vashu lying around in my drafts here i'm showing u bc ur so nice to me
im gna need him 2 explain this one for me rq.
its disability pride month! my dad is a disabled man who is very ill and now needs almost constant care. he is out of ensure. we need $40 to be able to get him ensure. ensure is expensive, but its also necessary for his survival. if four people sent $10 we'll be set!!
paypal.me./akirk432
venmo: @candedraspberry
cashapp: $autumnroses93
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under the cut is the ensure he likes and needs
pls boost!!
please boost!! nothing yet :(
still nothing!! please boost. we just need 4 ppl to send $10 or eight ppl to send $5. my dad is very ill and needs ensure to stay as healthy as he possibly can
please boost this is still needed :(