#bugwood

[aridlizzy]

Retexturing woodsets! top (old) vs my revamped versions (bottom)

Doing this to avoid having too similar of woodset colors in my modpack! I also renamed some of the woodsets to have silly names like bugwood :3c

[coconigiri]

bugwood 𓂃 bugsy ෆ nico wolfwood

APARTMENT BEDROOM--LATE AFTERNOON the evening light is honeyed, slow, sinking through the sheer curtains in ribbons. from beyond the door to your home, one can smell jasmine hair oil warming on a vanity bulb, and fresh haldi from someone cooking in the next apartment over--turmeric, chilies, something alive and warm in the air.

BUGSY [soft-sunned, chai sweet, bangles chiming like laughter at her wrists] stands before the mirror in her saree. it is a deep wine, almost black where the pleats fold, edged in gold that glows when she breathes. her back is bare where the pallu sweeps across her shoulder and falls. liquid, like devotion.

NICO [wolf-smile, cigarette voice, a mouth that shouldn’t say sweet things but does] stands behind her. sherwani black, collar high, cuffs undone because of course he didn’t finish buttoning them. even dressed like this--like someone’s princely son--he leans against the dresser with his characteristic, lazy slouch. a man who never quite puts his weapons down.

his hands are busy with a string of gajra. tuberose. jasmine. white and innocent, lush and sweet; the way summer nights taste.

BUGSY: [watching him in the mirror, lips curved] you’re gonna crush the flowers, baby.

NICO: [snorts, amused] what, you don’t trust me?

BUGSY: [tilting her head, feigning scandal] not even a little.

the teasing glances off him, and he lets it. nico’s shameless in how openly he looks at his girl--the way her saree hugs her waist, the warm brown of her skin at the dip of her stomach where the pleats leave her uncovered. the pulse at her throat. a reverence that he hides behind something like boredom.

NICO: [drawling, his grin bent lazy] bold of you to talk like that when you’re dressed like... this, and expect me to behave.

BUGSY: [sweetly] behave, then.

NICO: [laughs, soft at first, then lower] yeah? that what you want from me, jaan?

he says it, jaan, like a caress and like a bruise both. intimate. possessive. casual. it lands on bugsy’s skin and blooms there.nico steps in closer. his body is heat at her back without touching her yet. a heady breath ghosting at her shoulder.

NICO: [low, near her ear now, private] c’mere. hold still for me.

he lifts the gajra, careful despite his hands being hands that know recoil, not ornament. pale petals brush her neck as he guides her hair over one shoulder.

BUGSY: [soft, but teasing under it] mm. since when are you so gentle?

NICO: [clicking his tongue] you keep talkin’, i’m gonna pin it crooked on purpose.

BUGSY: [eyes flicking up to meet his in the mirror, playful] people are going to think we’ve been up to no good, especially since we’re already late.

NICO: [smile widening, dangerous and fond] is that such a bad thing?

deliberately, his free hand slides to her bare waist. skin on skin.

BUGSY: [sharp inhale, lashes fluttering] nico--

his thumb presses into the soft curve right above her hipbone, where the saree blouse ends and nothing shields her. he pinches; not hard enough to bruise, but enough that she jolts and heat spills up her throat.

she swats at his wrist, bangles clinking.

BUGSY: [hissed whisper, scandalised and delighted] you--!

NICO: [voice dropping innocently, all gravel and amusement] we’re goin’ to your cousin’s, right? big family thing, lotta aunties. that what you said?

BUGSY: [narrowing her eyes at him in the mirror] mhm.

NICO: [tutting thoughtfully] so what i’m hearin’ is, i gotta look holy.

BUGSY: [deadpan] you. holy.

NICO: [without missing a beat] yeah. you’re bringin’ me. they’re gonna assume i’m good.

BUGSY: [laughing] baby, no one’s ever assumed you’re good.

NICO: [leaning in, mouth at the shell of her ear now, words almost a kiss] you do.

bugsy goes soft at that--immediately, viscerally. all her little performances, the mock-judgment, the teasing, melt for a breath. she ducks her gaze, hides in her shoulder. it’s embarrassing, she thinks. how transparent that makes her. on the contrary, she loves how he notices.

BUGSY: [quietly] don’t say things like that... i’ll get spoiled.

NICO: [gentler than his face lets on] that’s the plan.

he presses the jasmine into her hair, tucking it into the braid at the crown, knuckles grazing her scalp, slow, reverent. the petals sit against her dark hair like small moons, fragrant, and it is almost indecently lush--the way she looks tonight. the air between them grows heady with it: jasmine, her perfume, and something like gun smoke that clings to him even in silk.

bugsy watches her lover in the mirror. watches the way his brows pinch in concentration, the way his mouth shapes around a little sigh when a piece won’t sit right. he is so determined to make it perfect. and he is so bad at admitting that’s what he’s doing.

BUGSY: [soft, unable to help herself] look at you. fixing my hair like some film hero.

NICO: [snorts] i ain’t singin’ in the rain for you.

BUGSY: [grinning] liar.

his hand returns to her waist--like it belongs there, like it’s a handle god left specifically for him. spreads his palm over her stomach beneath the drape of her saree, fingers splayed possessively against warm skin. he tugs her back that last inch so her spine meets the line of his chest.

their bodies lock.

BUGSY: [breath catching] nico…

NICO: [lazy, smug] yeah, baby?

BUGSY: [trying to sound annoyed, failing] we’re already late.

NICO: [presses a kiss just behind her ear, slow, indulgent, the kind of kiss that says mine without him having to risk the word] they can wait.

bugsy closes her eyes. lets her head tip back against his shoulder, exposes her throat like surrender. he takes that invitation the way he always does--as if she has placed a holy relic in his unsteady hands and he’s terrified of letting it fall.

his voice softens.

it’s always startling when it happens, like a gun going quiet.

NICO: [low, truth-telling] you’re beautiful, doll.

BUGSY: [flustered, protesting on instinct] shut up.

NICO: [easy] heh, nah.

— @bugsyverse my little laddu... apologies for my tardiness!!!! ( ˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) i hope it is not too late for this tiny piece of my heart to give to you for your birthday;; <33333333 i was already so sappy in your mailbox so!!! i will keep it short here!!!!!! hehe c: bugwood is very special to me, i really do hope i was able to do your love justice here ;u; thank you for being my friend for so long, i will adore you forever n ever!!!!!!

[vash-in-the-void]

love this guy, the Garden

this is a scene from chapter 23 of Becoming Eden [[the whole damn forest]] (linked above)

[madnessmadness]

What if Wolfwood was bugs? I tried to model his wings off the ones in the flash back episode.

[madnessmadness]

Becoming Eden [The Whole Damn Forest] (134251 words) by Lenipez Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mashwood flavors but genfic

The sequel to Becoming Eden [It's Me I'm Trees] Experimental form and poetry body horror genfic with too much world building

Complete

Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Millions Knives (Trigun), Zazie the Beast (Trigun), Roberto (Trigun Stampede), Legato Bluesummers, Conrad (Trigun), Tesla (Trigun), Dominique the Cyclops (Trigun), Elendira the Crimsonnail (Trigun) Additional Tags: Body Horror, Bugs (Zazie), mixing all three triguns, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, hard scifi perpetual motion machine plants, 4th deminsional harmonics, Experimental Style, POV First Person, Alien Biology, No Smut, Altered Mental States, Canon-Typical Violence, Clones, Hive Mind, quantum entanglement, psychic links, hallucination (zazie benevolent), ego death, Inspired by Sense8 (TV), Medical Procedures, Trans Male Character, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Dreams and Nightmares, Comes Back Wrong, Inspired by Lilith's Brood, Inspired by The Locked Tomb, VashxPadre Deniro (Vashwood with extra steps), Identity confusion (scifi), Time Loop, Alien Cultural Differences, MerylxDominique, Background KnivesxLegato, Padre Deniro (AU Actual priest Trigun98 Wolfwood with extra steps), Plant oc (Valentina), minor character deaths (gunho gang), Knives & Zazie alien friendships, VashXMillyXWolfwood (Past tense), inspired by Annihilation, Mashwood flavored, Vash is going to survive this story but he makes it hard the whole time, Word count inflation due to html, It'll feel like major character death but I promise he's just trees for a while, Complete Series: Part 2 of Becoming Eden

[madnessmadness]

🖋️

Post a snippet from a current WIP.

We haul Meryl up and she is so small and dressed still in that sharp blue suit. Her heart is stuttering inside of her like a flooded truck engine, and I can almost see the shape of it in our minds- the way ::sound:: and ::shape:: are the same thing.

I pick her up into my arms and stagger, my body on puppet strings like I’m twelve again and I don’t know how to walk with my own legs. She isn’t heavy. She’s like a couple of grapes. 100mg of feathers. I watch myself carry her through our hundred set eyes, looking down at the top of my head, to see myself from the outside, from the back, like I’m a stranger. I feel like like a dog who can’t know himself in the mirror only in telescopic 360.

Meryl's heart is struggling. It’s chugging around int great stuttering gulps. She drank my serum to move the panel.

Stupid

Stupid stupid

:: STUPID HUMAN ::

We learned that one from Knives and I don’t like it. It's not the right shape for some one you don't want to die.

[madnessmadness]

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

Chapter 20 :: Tonatiuh :: 

It throws me so discombobulated I don’t realize at first I am catching the sun

Chapter20/23, so close to the end!

Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mashwood flavors Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Millions Knives (Trigun), Zazie the Beast (Trigun), Roberto (Trigun Stampede), Legato Bluesummers, Conrad (Trigun), Tesla (Trigun), Dominique the Cyclops (Trigun) Additional Tags: Body Horror, Bugs (Zazie), mixing all three triguns, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, hard scifi perpetual motion machine plants, 4th deminsional harmonics, Experimental Style, POV First Person, Alien Biology, No Smut, Altered Mental States, Canon-Typical Violence, Clones, Hive Mind, quantum entanglement, psychic links, hallucination (zazie benevolent), ego death, Inspired by Sense8 (TV), Medical Procedures, Trans Male Character, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Dreams and Nightmares, Comes Back Wrong, Inspired by Lilith's Brood, Inspired by The Locked Tomb, VashxPadre Deniro (Vashwood with extra steps), Identity confusion (scifi), Time Loop, Alien Cultural Differences, MerylxDominique, Background KnivesxLegato, Padre Deniro (AU Actual priest Trigun98 Wolfwood with extra steps), Plant oc (Valentina), minor character deaths (gunho gang), Knives & Zazie alien friendships, VashXMillyXWolfwood (Past tense), inspired by Annihilation, Mashwood flavored, word count inflation due to bloat from html Series: Part 2 of Becoming Eden Summary:

Nothing hurts.

Above me is a blue squiggle on a red plane. The blue is filled with faint wiggly movements. And it’s not till I blink that I realize it's my own visual static. That’s the sky. The red is canyon. There is tinnitus in my ears so loud I can’t hear myself think. And when I touch my face I can feel it- not like when I’m drunk or sedated and my nose feels like it's only tenuously attached to my face. I am anchored in my body like I am at the bottom of my grave.

 The sequel to Becoming Eden [It's Me I'm Trees]

[bugsyreads]

no cause nico just Has to use the bathroom when i need to poop. he suddenly remembers.