On another note guys you are lucky I’m trying to keep this blog semi professional and not post too much non-art stuff but I’m REALLY restraining myself here because I’ve never before wanted to shout and write about a manga so much like I want to do with Trigun
You need to understand how much I breathe the art of this manga. The characters and their inner thoughts. The overall concept. The despair and the hopeful scenes equally!! You FEEL with the main character (which is a curse and blessing)
Maybe....maybe I’ll add stuff to this post later under a “keep reading” just to prove my point hehe. For now thank you for your time to read this little PSA.
(oh my how did a link to the scanlations end up here whoops)
EDIT: I DID make a compilation in a reblog (look here) (so better reblog that version in case you wanted to reblog this post!)
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ok so i read the ask about whirl and the sort of scraplets/whirl jr and i'm imagining them eventually after whirl reprograms them as some sort of nimona-style chaos shapeshifting gremlin child (that can also disperse into the individual nanites and stuff) and their dynamic with whirl since he's also a chaotic mf, so they just enable each other and become An Absolute Nightmare lmaoo
Whirl Jr asking about Whirl's prosthetics like:
Whirl and Whirl Jr on a little dance off after committing grievous bodily harm
Yes you're an innocently murderous bunch of nannite scraplets made as a weapon now taken human form but you're HIS gremlin and you're VALID.
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Some temperature kink things <3
I'm undressed, arms tied and blindfolded. You set up some spoons, some resting in hot water, the others in cold water. You run them up and down my naked body, gently smacking my nipples each time you pass my breasts. You spread my legs apart and alternate spoons on my clit. Just as I get used to one, you switch out and the temperature change makes me flinch and moan. All the while a fan is blowing on my bare chest, perking my nipples and making me shiver. The only break to the wind is your warm body next to mine, practically burning against the goosebumps on my skin.
You take an icecube and push it into my weeping pussy, leaving it to melt as you pinch and roll my nipples between your fingers, your hot breath on my neck. I'm begging you to fill me up, make me warm with your cum. You finally give in and take me. All the way in one stroke because I'm soaking wet and needy for you. You wrap your arms around me and rut into me, and I can't help coming after you've treated me so well.
And then afterwards we pull the comforter out of the dryer and snuggle up together <3
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Mermaid!AU where as a boy Fingon saves a wounded merman with long red hair who was beached and tangled in a net. He helps free the merman and return him to the sea, and as thanks he gives him a golden ribbon that has some of his brilliant red scales dangling from the end.
Fingon takes that ribbon and hides it, not wanting to share his merman with anyone else, and as he ages he would have thought the encounter was a dream if not for that ribbon.
One night, on his 25th birthday, he wears that ribbon in his hair, and he and his siblings and cousins go sailing around the islands that make up their home in celebration. The party is loud and joyful and the fireworks over the ocean are brilliant. Except something goes wrong and suddenly, the boat has caught fire.
Fingon, as the eldest, makes sure all his siblings and cousins are on a row boat and safely away from the blaze, but before he can jump overboard to swim to one, a piece of the mast falls and hits him in the head right before he jumps. Fingon slips into the ocean, unconscious as his family screams for him.
Unknown to the humans above, King Feanaro's seven sons circle underneath. Celegorm and his pet shark are more than happy to feast on the unlucky sailors in this shipwreck, Maglor prepares a sirens song to lure those in the row boats into the depths, while Caranthir, Curufin, and Ambarussa wait to loot the sucken vessel.
Maedhros, the eldest of the sons and crown prince of the seven seas, is the first to see Fingon in the water. At first, he is entranced by the beauty of the drowning human, how the fire light overhead dances across his unconscious face. Maedhros swims closer, and his silver eyes widen when he sees his ribbon and scales in the hair of this unconscious man, the very gift he gave away years ago to a young boy that saves his life. A boy that must have grown up into a man since then. This man.
Maedhros calls off his brothers, sends them back home as he drags the mortal back up to the surface. The least he can do for the man's valiant efforts is to repay them. He sings as he swims, urging thr waves to help the swiftly reach the shore, to take them for enough out that he won't be washed back in with the tide.
On the sandy beach, Maedhros looks down at the mortal man and feels something in his very soul sing out. He is no singer, not like his younger brother Maglor, but he is a merman and does have the ability to attempt to put that feeling into song. As he sings to this man, coaxing the water out of his lungs and to heal the wounds on his head, Fingon wakes a little.
Fingon hears the most enchanting voice as he comes back to wakefulness. His eyes are bleary with salt water when he tries to open them, but he sees red hair and glowing grey eyes and his heart swells. He almost forgot those features, hazy like a long forgot dream that they are. Weakly, he reaches up to brush a red strand away from sharp cheekbones. He hums along so the melody that is imprinting itself into his heart, not aware that the same is happening to the merman above him.
Hearing him sing, it unlocks something is Maedhros, something he didn't know he was missing. Impulsively, he bends down, breathing in the same air as this mortal, his mortal, and pressea his forehead against the brown skin under him. Nothing but breath and Song and the waves lapping at the shore.
Then, shouts in the distance. Voices calling out a name. "Fingon!" They cry.
The man, Fingon, Maedhros knows now, just blinks. Brought back to reality with the sound of his brothers and sister's frantic calling. Between one blink and the next, the being above him is gone, a splash the only signal of where he disappeared too.
Fingon scrambles to sit up, hoping to catch another glimpse. In the distance, highlighted by the red dawn rising, a flash of red scales glint before they vanish below the waves.
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