#vash kin

[the-lycans-howl]

Fictionkin euphoria of using an "other" name (still mine as kin) while doing things like making an order for a coffee or sandwich or whatnot.

I would recommend. Very affirming :) and very nice.

"I have one eggplant parmesan sandwich for Vash?"

[ghostgeranium]

Trigun kin/fictive discord!

Check out the No Man's Land The Squeakquel community on Discord - hang out with 8 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

A remake of my old, dead Trigun server. This server is 18+ only! Any and all canons welcome (yes, that includes canons deemed problematic). We have trigun specific emojis, as well as a minecraft server shared between this and another server I run! We look forward to meeting you!

[nasuakin]

↳ COMFORT — nicholas d. wolfwood

[ PAIR ] Vash the Stampede x Nicholas D. Wolfwood [ CONTENT ] canon AU, not proofread, tbc [ AN ] comfort, tired

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

“Wolfwood.”

Hands ran down his back, stopping to grip his ass. Thumbs soothe in small circles. Lips chase his exposed skin. He sighs, eyes heavy and losing to gravity. The pair sat on the couch, Wolfwood’s knees firm against Vash’s hips. He sat facing backwards in his boyfriend’s lap, arms encircling his shoulders.

This was one of those nights Wolfwood’s lover demanded that he took a moment to relax. This often ended with him snuggled up to him and passed out. Vash would stare at him a bit too long then corner him later that day, demanding Wolfwood to take a break for their sessions.

Despite the implications, this does not include sex. Rather it was a session of body contact, breathing and letting go for a bit. Wolfwood used to help him through it until one day Vash asked him to join in. Thus, it became a ritual when one of them became too stressed. This included changing into lightweight pajamas on particularly bad days.

Today Wolfwood had stomped in the front door from work, with a particularly nasty hypothetical plan in his head. Vash took one look and demanded he sat on the couch. Ever the feisty dog, Wolfwood snipped at him. Vash used that tone on him and suddenly he was climbing onto the couch into his boyfriend’s lap. Today Vash hummed soothing comforts that always managed to turn Wolfwood’s bones into slush. He only managed to take off his shoes before being summoned. Only now his work jacket was shed from his shoulders. Wolfwood lifting his heavy eyes to watch his prosthetic hand tug it off.

[kincalling]

hello, i'm vash from trigun maximum! i'm looking for any of my friends, my brother, or anyone who might remember a $$60,000,000,000 bounty and a red coat. i'm an adult so please no minors. like this and i'll reach out to you! love n peace!

🐛

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

self care for : vash (trigun stampede) with red, soft things and themes of crosses and angels

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[quality-street-rat]

Kin stuff

Trigun, under the cut

I was wondering why I've been feeling strange. Why I felt so...empty. Why I kept curling around my stomach.

I don't know how or what triggered the memory, but all of a sudden I knew why.

I had a miscarriage when I was Vash. My daughter died before she even lived. It was probably my fault. A pregnant person has no business living the life of a gunman/outlaw.

[nasuakin]

I wanna crawl on top of you and mew Mr. Stampede, see how long it takes for you to pin me to the mattress

[nasuakin]

In short, be kind of heart and thick of ass