#vashfang

[tri-punisher]

man quit slobbering on him 🙄

[krikidilly]

i may not know this double fang guy... but he should def kiss vash more imo

SO FUCKING TRUE. RAZLO AS WELL.

[krikidilly]

Evil surprise attack

[krikidilly]

What IF he wants to be babygirl liv? Have you considered?

[krikidilly]

That one cute ouran host club art ...

[krikidilly]

Liv hes gonna topple you over and You Cannot Escape

[krikidilly]

Coughs scratches my head. VashFang anyone......

[corduroyserpent]

vashfang for nick? 👀

this is something i've been writing for @monroeknoxwrites because a while ago i was like "hey what kind of trigun fic would you want if someone were to write it for you" and now this wip exists :3

i love when a ship has Grief as their third <3

Livio was too big for the tub. He had to bend his legs until his knees stuck out like twin slopes of sand above the water. His joints didn’t like it. Then again, there wasn’t much they did like. And it beat hunching his shoulders to fit beneath the leaky showerhead. He figured he’d ache either way. Might as well pick the option that got him off his feet. He leaned his head back until it bumped against the wall. Through eyes half-lidded, he watched the intermittent drip, drip, drip of the faucet. It had a steady rhythm until it didn’t, until it did again. He tried to match his breathing to it. Inhale. Wait for the pattern to break. Exhale. Why couldn’t he make himself go with Vash? He’d visited that grave more times than he could count. By himself, with Razlo, with Miss Melanie. He kept breathing. His mind was getting that cotton, staticky feeling that was so easy to sink into and real hard to pull out of. He didn’t want to lose himself in it, not today, so he started to count. The tiles began where the tub ended. Four across and ten up. Eight rows along the side. Jagged cracks spiraled out from a missing section of yellowed tile about halfway down. Livio picked at it, wondering if a previous guest had punched the wall. The creak of a door came from outside the cramped bathroom. It was louder than it should have been. Livio’s nose scrunched, one eye squeezing shut. His enhanced senses usually didn’t bother him but he was tired, and hungry, and his blood felt more like a buzzing swarm of worms than anything that should flow underneath his skin. Vash’s familiar footsteps made their way inside. “Livio?” “In here,” he called back.  Vash poked his head in. “Hey.” “Hey yourself.” “Am I interrupting?” “‘Course not. I’d ask you to join me but”—Livio shrugged, sheepish—“it’d be a tight squeeze.”

[wip folder game]