#vash.

[savecomplete]

burnt fries

[p00pdev1l]

letting the strap of your dress fall on purpose but your f/o keeps pulling it back up

[wolfwoocl]

The longest route, the highest sky

@typhoonvash

When the time came, Wolfwood had made his choice a long time ago. Long before the glass cracked between his teeth and serum flowed past his lips and down the column of his throat, long before angels concerned themselves with the affairs of men. 

He never did go around fixing churches like they said, but…

He’d saved this one.

Hopeland was saved, even if he ended up needing a little help at the end. His mistake was not realizing he mattered. He could feel Vash attempting to quell that bottomless grief even if he could no longer feel the twin suns’ warmth on his skin. Shadows of fluttering confetti cut across his fading vision.

The bell tolls. 

…

“Huh?”

The pearly white ceiling he opens his eyes to is not the confetti-dotted sky he remembers seeing last. He blinks rapidly, clearing the bleariness from his vision and the fog of sleep still clinging to him. A plethora of medical equipment encircles his bed like attending nurses. 

Beep. Bu-beep. Beep, pip pip. Beep beep beep. 

Reminds him of some old Earth pop song. How does it go again? 

Ooh, baby, do you know what that’s worth?

There’s more to the chorus, but he can’t quite summon the energy to remember the words right now. Wolfwood sits up, grimacing as he overcomes the inertia of moving stiff muscles. Following the natural timeline of muscle regeneration, he must have been out for a good few weeks. Would make sense, considering…Looking around at the various screens and blinking lights crowding him in, both familiar and not, he surmises that he must be on Home ship. 

Disappointment leaves a pit in his stomach. There isn’t a bed next to his. Hell, there doesn’t even seem to be a single window in the whole damn room. He can’t even tell what time of day it is. 

“Nicholas D. Wolfwood, you’re awake.”

“Oh, fuck!”

The guardrail rattles when Wolfwood nearly throws himself against it. He heard the disembodied voice first, but it was the ghostly apparition that appeared afterward that set him off. Once he’s managed to swallow his heart from where it leapt into his throat, he recognizes the patient, downturned eyes and dark, short-cropped hair. The ghost looks like Luida, only way too young.

That’s the part that least concerns him. He’s seen and faced worse, and knowing space age technology is involved, there’s probably a reasonable explanation besides. 

“Where’s–”

Ghost-Luida holds up a hand to stop him. “Vash is not here. I know you must have many questions, Nicholas, but please hold them for now. You’ve been asleep for a very, very long time and we have a great deal to discuss.”

With great effort, Wolfwood manages to keep his growing list of concerns locked away behind his teeth. Begrudgingly, he settles back into the sheets and folds his arms across his chest. The mere weight of them makes him grimace briefly. He distracts himself by rhythmically tapping his fingers against his bicep. A window to look out of would be nice to have right about now. “Alright.”

“Thank you. First, I want to make it clear to you that I am not Luida. I am merely an imaged clone, and thus act only as a reflection of the person from which I was created. We felt that it would be best that you were greeted with a familiar face.”

“Right. So, assumin’ I understood a word ya just said…”

Luida’s face falls eerily blank for a moment before she responds, “Apologies. Let me rephrase appropriately. I am merely a recreation of SEED Ship designation 0-3’s leader of approximately seven generations ago. Her experiences, her memories, her appearance, are used by me as a means to provide counsel to Ship 03’s leadership.”

The longer she talks, the harder it gets to ignore his own growing sense of apprehension. “The hell do ya mean, seven generations ago?!”

Blankness again. Not-Luida seems for a moment uncertain of how to handle his outburst. 

“Perhaps I ought to start from the beginning.” She assesses him for a moment. “Do I have your word that I will be permitted to speak uninterrupted for fifteen minutes?”

While the obvious inclination written on Nicholas’s face is a ‘no,’ he eventually sighs and nods his assent. 

“Fine, fine. Just tell me one thing before ya start– he’s still alive, right? Vash?”

“Yes. His story and yours are intertwined. He first brought you here nearly two centuries ago…”

[blankticket]

Vash's Spiramonster: TOMBI

TOMBI is just a little guy. ń_ǹ."

TOMBI's appearance is a bit deceiving: its "teeth" are actually soft flaps of skin, and he is in fact completely toothless. A headbutt from its thick skull would likely cause more damage than its gummy bite, but TOMBI is extremely averse to fighting to the point where it does not know any damaging moves. While naturally quite a shy and timid creature, TOMBI is absurdly loyal and will rarely ever disobey commands, even if his own health is demanded to the point of self-KO. Additionally, he boasts a high amount of HP, which he utilizes for his supportive moves. Vash loves this little guy, and would welcome anyone asking for a copy of him. He's not explaining whatever's up with the glowing markings on it, though.

Moveset:

Lo(o)se Tail

Tantrum

Defender

Grand Restore

Drain Orb

Lo(o)se Tail — Technically, either a passive ability or a commanded move. TOMBI's tail is dense and detachable. Attacks directed toward the tail do not affect TOMBI's base HP, but it can only suffer a finite amount of damage before it is rendered unusable. TOMBI can also be commanded to detach the tail (ie: TOMBI is caught by the tail, or an opposing Spiramonster has latched onto it), but this comes at a price: its heavy tail is used as a counterbalance to its massive skull, therefore if detached, TOMBI will be highly prone to toppling over. (And crying. A lot. See 'Tantrum'). TOMBI's tail will only regenerate when it is swapped out for another Spiramonster, since it has performance anxiety.

Tantrum — TOMBI takes a pratfall, wailing loudly and making a big deal out of it. This pathetic display draws opponent Spiramonster attention, putting them in a state of confusion and aggression. Affected Spiramonsters' attacks will be directed solely toward TOMBI until the enraged Spiramonsters are switched out for another.

Defender — A sharp rush of agility and speed overtakes TOMBI, set to defend another Spiramonster. It will throw itself into the way of harm to protect its target. The buff lasts until TOMBI's tail is severed or detached, or if TOMBI is commanded to use Tantrum. When TOMBI's tail is detached, it no longer has access to this move.

Grand Restore — A healing move. The amount of health restored is equivalent to the amount of health TOMBI sacrifices of itself. If ordered, TOMBI will KO himself to heal the target. This move cures confusion and enraged statuses for both the user and the target. TOMBI must make physical contact with his head onto the target for this move to work. TOMBI's underbelly markings will glow while using this move.

Drain Orb — When pushed to its utmost limits, TOMBI may use this last-resort move. A dark core of gravity appears in its mouth, sucking in nearby allies and foes alike to its epicenter. Before anyone can get close enough to get absorbed, however, TOMBI will become overwhelmed with fear and snap its jaws shut, swallowing the attack before it can cause any damage. It will have hiccups for the rest of the battle. This is the only move TOMBI will not willingly perform on command.

[wolfnlamb]

@brujaovermoxy ever since you described having tea with Vash after insane sex, that image keeps popping into my head. Like just being cozy on the couch in his shirt and him snuggling on us.

[savecomplete]

ended up making vash's confetti bag, too. it was fun to lug it around the convention center!

didn't have a sewing kit & was running out of time to fetch one, so i ended up crafting this pocket entirely with hot glue. the toploader was double-sided

finally, here are some photos of me with the bag and toploader from the trigun photoshoot. i didn't attend it for long, but i did have fun for the few poses i struck! in the first image, i'm looking hurried because i'd nearly missed my cue to run up with meryls and vashes! oops

[savecomplete]

stampede, peacebringer, stargazer.

🟪 lossless version. context.

[savecomplete]

first cosplay, first wig (which ended up being the most complemented feature at the con, very humbling)!