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[beelzebby666]

Vash within 5 seconds of meeting Wolfwood in Tristamp.

[flys-domain]

@2af-afterdark told me to share some brain worms.

Beleth is never far away when you are here staying with Belphegor.

So when he notices his king falling asleep while fucking into you, and you calling out for him, he steps in and pushes you back into Belphegor's arms.

"Ah, ah don't tryna get away now. His maj's gonna be real disappointed if you leave while he's sleepin'."

So he holds you still while Belphegor is going harder and harder on you, patting your head saying how good you are for Belphegor.

If you start to get oversensitive, he will cup your face into his hands to kiss your frown and tears away. Beleth is always considerate, after all.

[whynotfly]

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[flywrites]

It gives and gives and gives until there is nothing left—just bones. The god breaks itself down to nothing but a skeleton, a shadow of what it was. It does this over years and years and humanity somehow... forgets it. It’s sacrifices and gifts are unknown, only the power it granted them remains.

Anger festers in it like an infection. A disease. It bubbles and boils and fills with venom and hate for centuries. It gave so much, fought so hard, and they can’t even thank it anymore. Don’t even speak its name. No one speaks of it. Not until... her.

She asks them where their gifts came from. She fights against the idea that her powers are a tool rather than a cherished offering to humanity. She wants to know more, always more.

When it finally meets her, it is somehow both under- and overwhelmed at the same time. She’s tiny, even for a human. A little hint of nothing at all. The god has to lay on its skeletal rib cage to see her. She stares up at it, unmoved.

“Speak my name, child,” it says. It watches her with wide, burning eyes. “Do you know it?”

“The Progenitor,” she says, then smirks and corrects herself. “The Dark Wanderer.”

It reaches out a skeletal hand and cups the area around her body carefully. Doesn’t touch her but lingers close, forms an extra hint of privacy in their talk.

“You may call me mother,” it says. It would smile if it could.

The witch—Evelyn—looks up at it and smiles. “I’d rather not,” she says. And it knows that it wants so much more than just to be remembered.

[beelzebby666]

me writing anything post-canon for trigun

[beelzebby666]

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[beelzebby666]

It's left vague (as far as I understand it) whether this is literally Tesla's eye or just Knives doing a body horror but the scene makes me insane because of a few reasons...

1) the idea Knives could have killed the guy who tortured her to death with that hand so easily in this moment.

2) the fact he didn't.

3) the fact the eye moves really frantically during the scene but repeatedly LOOKS BACK AT KNIVES as he's standing there not beheading Conrad.

4) she keeps looking back at him, she keeps asking why he's not acting, she keeps asking why he's listening to this monster.

5) it keeps looking back at him. she keeps looking back. she keeps looking back. why isn't he doing it? why is he hesitating?

6) how could he do this to her?

[beelzebby666]

"my beautiful princess with a disorder"