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jess | 30+ | she/her | 🇻🇪🇩🇪 | writing trigun ✍🏼 archiveofourown.org/users/KBstories 🌈 kbstories.tumblr.com 🗞️ @finalfrontierzine.bsky.social 🍊 @leoweek.bsky.social occasional 🔞 reposts icon/header: @xanaroker.bsky.social

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jess @ final frontier 🪐@kbstories.bsky.social · 5d ago

Chipping away at the third and final chapter of this little fic of mine #forLeo 😌🍊💕 because of course Wolfwood couldn't stay out of the action any longer [ #trigun ][ #vashwood ][ #vashthestampede ]

The snippet reads: They're talking about me, Vash realizes. That is obvious, of course Wolfwood would come a-sniffing the moment Vash reemerges from his mysterious disappearance. The true surprise lies in which Vash Wolfwood is fussing over — meaning the one he hasn't met yet. The humming is drowned out by the rush of water being poured. Vash can spot the billowing steam from here. Then: "How about we don't do that, actually", counters his alternate self, chipper if no-nonsense. "You're not giving my guy a heart attack after everything. Some things can't be rushed, Nic. You'll just have to be patient." "I've been patient!" Their whispering is much too loud now to meet any definition of discreet. Neither of them seems to notice. "Smoked one'a my last packs listenin' to you two goin' at it in there. Y'ain't exactly quiet, Spikey. Neither'a you is." Oh. Well, that's… Vash's face reddens from where he's eavesdropping. He'd been too wrapped up in, uh, himself to think of what Wolfwood might be up to.
jess @ final frontier 🪐@kbstories.bsky.social · 4w ago

happy bday leo 🍊💕 on today's menu: a smutty vashcest beach episode for @leoweek.bsky.social! 🌪️ stargaze & trimax fusion 🌪️ vash on vash action 🌪️ background vw 🌪️ hurt/comfort 🌪️ collab with @moltenrainbow.bsky.social Read on AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/88484406 [ #forleo ][ #trigun ][ #vashwood ]

Mine Forever by KBstories. The summary reads: “Around him, the ambient pressure changes. The air becomes charged with static, countless branches overhead rustling in the wind arising. A storm, rolling in. Vash doesn't notice any of it. He's too busy staring at the root-like growths beginning to poke from the bark: midnight purple and speckled in a teal glow, they shyly wrap around his fingers. He… recognizes that glow. Has seen swooping lines of it carved into a wide-eyed gaze, staring back in mirrored surprise. Vash.” In which one Vash sees death coming and another Vash offers him love and peace, at the end of all things. Or: Vash the Stampede group therapy, round 2 (gone sexual) (gone R18).
jess @ final frontier 🪐@kbstories.bsky.social · 2d ago

One headcanon I have for all Vashes across the board is that they're all random noises guys. They go "whoa!" and "wahoo!" and "ough…" and "yeowch!" and "boom!" and even a good old "yippie!" whenever life allows (and, of course, when wildly inappropriate). Man who comes with his own SFX department 🌪️✌🏼