Molten Rainbow

@moltenrainbow.bsky.social

Artist, writer, 30+ and stuck elbow-deep in Trigun Hell. Come say hi! I don't bite <3 🔞 This account contains mature and graphic content 🔞 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lyrancon/profile #molten_arts #molten_writes #molten_wips #molten_doodles

Every few weeks I get excited about my AU for @finalfrontierzine.bsky.social all over again wahhh seeing it in its final form in the zine is so very special and I can‘t wait for y‘all to see it… soon… 🥹🌌

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

Have a first look at my piece for @finalfrontierzine.bsky.social 🪐💫 Bon Voyage is a story about a guy on the run, his lethally injured brother(s) and... a living planet trying to save them? Featuring beautiful illustrations by wonderful @tumbly-s.bsky.social 🤩 Pre-orders are OPEN! Check it out! ⬇️

My preview for Final Frontier! The story is called Bon Voyage, here's a snippet:

By now, that helmet is a glaringly uncomfortable fit. A tube connects it to a small backpack, clearly fabricated for the clunky suit Wolfwood stopped wearing. Against the organic brilliance of Wolfwood's body it's downright unwieldy: the millions and millions of unfathomably tiny and interlocking systems within him that, no matter how strained, produce and reproduce life ephemeral. So focused has Vash become on this--their--alien, they can hear his heartbeat. Sense his every breath, how oxygenated air cycles in and carbon dioxide out of his lungs. Time flows slowly around Wolfwood; minutes and seconds Vash has grown hauntingly aware of once eternity stopped being an option.

The sight of him has Vash's insides squirming with guilt. All they'd wanted was to grant Wolfwood a better tomorrow to hope for.

(Vash is older than most of their galaxy yet knows nothing of nurturing life. Of living. All anyone ever does in their care is suffer and die.)

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 · 3w 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).