it’s funny to me that in trigun98 knives comes off as intimidating and a bit unhinged (and a little ugly) on a good day but like some weird, feral, creepy creature on any other day. as for tristamp knives, he’s definitely some cryptid level being, the kind of description you hear about in urban legends meant to send chills down your spine. but trimax knives is on a whole other level. he’s an eldritch horror, a thing borne from nightmares cuz like have you seen all the ways he appears in maximum? absolutely crazy. some neon genesis evangelion type shit

vash, waking up after surgery: where’s Nai?

surgeon, visibly chewing: who do you think gave us these apples?

animators that work on shadow the hedgehog…how does it feel making porn for a living

*twirls hair and kicks feet* i know a radioactively toxic red flag when I see one

“his body is absurd” and it’s just a guy with massive tits

nothing is real and nothing matters except for the early sunlight that greets me and kisses my skin. good morning to you darling.

I hate being a corporate slave I just want to write about my OCs kissing

I bring a sort of “OOC or whatever but I’m right” vibe to the group that fandoms don’t really like

“I want to suck your blood blah blah” vampire dude keeps to himself in a gothic mansion alone for YEARS pretty sure his turn of phrase would be something along the lines of a intense anxiety and restrained hostility for disturbing his peace, or like some sad attempt at socialization like “hiiiii” or whatever

vash is my bae, my pookie. I’d choose him over everyone else and marry the guy but like…I gotta have knives at least once before all that and if I die in the process so be it

there’s no feeling like being obsessed with a character that’s completely fucked up. psychotic. off the rails if you will. it makes me questions my own mind like…is this supposed to be therapeutic?? cathartic?? like there’s so many things wrong with them but it’s all so compelling

I finally got my kobo e-reader and changed the screensaver !!! anyways vash on da kobo goes hard

telling friends you love them is so important. telling them how much they mean to you and you them is equally amazing. when y’all start to refer to each other in the most hyperbolic of ways like bestie you’re my sunshine, you radiate joy, my days brighten and my mood lifts when I see you. you’re my lighthouse you’re my anchor, clearing up the fog in my life and keeping me grounded. like the love between friendships like that are so beautiful I can only hope and wish that everyone can openly express this and have this level of affection with their friends, it’s not enough to see this kind of level of love in just the romance society manufactures and consumes

a lot of people in my close friendships will be surprised to find about my mbti or that i self identify as more introverted and actually prefer to spend time alone. like I promise you I’m not an extrovert I’m just crazy. that loud, talkative person you met? they’re insane. “they’re so wild and fun tho?” no they’re unhinged

98 vash slings cock and guns like his life depended on it

cowboys should just be happy and in love the way god intended (queerly)