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30s 🔞 acct ⚧️ ✨ he/him ✨ twewy ✨ amatsuki ✨ loki ✨ CLAMP ✨ trigun ✨ mxtx ✨ satosugu/jjk 💜 anti-harassment, anti-censorship 🔫 mostly trigun (vwv) and satosugu 🔄 currently https://archiveofourown.org/users/spicecandy icon by @mellodii

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arie@rlyqueer.bsky.social · 2y ago

Bring out the Bride, it's a wedding reception party! 🍾🥂 This is my full piece for the 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 zine, giving these three the Trimax happily ever after they deserve. ;; #Plantwood #TRIGUN

bug@evillittlebug.bsky.social · 7mo ago

fujoshi are a sign of fertile soil, like a parasol mushroom in your potting soil. when you see them, even where you may not expect one, you should be grateful for their presence. it is a fortuitous sign of growth to come, and an inspiring reminder of their resilience and adaptability.

bendy💫@bendycomet.bsky.social · 7mo ago

once again! plagued with thoughts about how desperately in love vash gets riding ww's nose 🙂‍↕️ he's always smoothing ww's hair out of his face if only to see the lidded drunk look in his eyes. this!! it's a throne he wants to sit on

grim@ihavethegrimoire.bsky.social · 7mo ago

WIP Wednesday - Suguru in a schizo spectrum crisis and trying to get some pills. This is my vent art and very messy at the moment so try to be nice to it. Suguru is also still very hateful in this part of the fic if you don't want to read that.

White text on a black background that says: “Will you take them at the same time? Every day? Do exactly what’s written on the bottle.” Her brow is raised — he knows she doesn’t trust him. That’s probably why the normies are like this — why they want to get rid of him in particular. He distrusts them and they distrust him. In the silence between them, Suguru falls away into himself. He knew this is how it worked. Of course he knew. But that’s different than agreeing to it. He will be ordered by this monkey to take some substance, some potential poison. With a whip of his cursed energy, he grabs his curses and bolts out the door. Shoko spots him or, more likely, his curses as he flies down the hall toward the front. She stands, lightning quick, “Suguru!” He hears the psychologist call out from behind. “I can help you, if you allow it. Just to get some sleep.” When he busts out the door, Shoko’s quick to follow. He breathes in outside air, so, so relieved to be out of the horrid smell that he doesn’t even move more than 4 meters from the door. “Oh no you don’t,” Shoko points vehemently toward the door. “Get back in there.” He sinks to his knees laughing. “Don’t you see how much better the smell is out here?” “No it’s not!” Shoko yells. “You know you’re seeing things. You’re probably smelling things too!” Suguru shudders. This has not occurred to him. His relief could be entirely fabricated as well. She walks to him and says seriously, “You know you need this or you wouldn’t have called me.” He imagines himself taking poison as prescribed. Every day. That same awful routine that almost killed him. This is what they do, this is what non-sorcerers do. They pollute everything. He starts choking on air again but it’s Shoko’s air. It’s got to be clean air but his throat is stopping up anyway. White text on a black background that says: “I can’t do it. Not if it’s them. It happened before, and it’s all happening over and over like Infinity Curse. She grabs him by the collar and twists it in her hand so she’s pressing on his neck and counterintuitively his breathing calms. This violence was the sorcerer way and the comfort born from familiarity descended over him like a downy blanket. “I don’t know what happened before, but dammit, Suguru, you know I’d do it myself if I had the training, the expertise, but I don’t! You need help. Not anti-depressant or average psychologist help but real help. The best we could find. And if you need something more, we’ll give it. We’ll figure it out. But you have to get your ass back in there.” “And I’m smelling things?” “Probably!” Shoko shouts. “And sorcerers will help? Sorcerers wouldn’t let them… right?” “Fuck, you suck right now. I’ll help. The people close to you will help.” “Sorcerers…” “Sure, yeah. Whatever.” She drops him to the asphalt. The chirpy receptionist opens the glass door and peeks her head out. She sounds more warbly than chirpy then. “She said you’re welcome back, if you’re okay with it. It’s her lunch, but she’ll still be here.” Suguru stands and takes a few breaths but hangs his head as he walks toward the door, “I still don’t want the monkey smell.” She kicks him in the back and he has to admit it knocks some stability if not sense into him