With STARGAZE around the corner, I am looking for a Vashyl RPG Looking for Vash °3° HMU, I have ideas and discord time
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With STARGAZE around the corner, I am looking for a Vashyl RPG Looking for Vash °3° HMU, I have ideas and discord time

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Can we call them Mashyl from now on?
I just think they really deserve a cute couple or ship name. VashMeryl is kinda clunky...
The hivemind has spoken! It's Vashyl now ò3ó
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64731370/chapters/168515548
Is shit going to hit the fan? Maybe! Just read chapter 5 and find out °3°
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64731370/chapters/167918917
It's Stampede (AU-Fanfiction) Sunday Peeps! ♥
Cassette 1 – Side A, Track 4: Market Day is Not a Holiday
Early rising. Dust in the air. A shopping list built more on hope than budget. Meryl and Eriks head to the market — and come back with more than they bargained for.
Between soup, spare parts, and the searing sun, something begins to shimmer: A stranger warns. A new man preaches. And Meryl feels familiar ground starting to shift beneath her feet.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64731370/chapters/167340319
CHAPTER 3 - OUT NOW Sometimes, it's the smallest moments that fit the deepest. Meryl finds something unexpected on the laundry line, and a quiet morning unravels into memories, worries — and small, treasured victories.

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I need your help people -> Send me some music
People, I am desperately looking for music for my fanfic. Without spoilering too much; I am looking for musical "themes". Genre doesn't matter. I'll take it all! Vashs Theme Knives Theme Wolfwoods Theme Legatos Theme Meryls Theme Zazies Theme Livios/Razlos Theme Millys Theme Luidas Theme Elendiras Theme Teslas Theme Conrads Theme Brads Theme - Whoever comes to your mind. I take it - I need it! Just submit!
Trigun Stampede | s01e04
Meryl’s worry – he hasn’t eaten.
When you are looking for Trigun gifs, just to research what kind of food they eat. Do plants generate flippin MUSTARD?!
-> UPDATE: When I squint my eyes really hard, it COULD also be cheese... ... yet I doubt it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64731370/chapters/166319791
felt cute - wrote a Trigun AU fanfiction
Vash x Meryl Plant AU Mutual Pinning and Hurt/Comfort Updates Weekly -> Sundays ___________________________________________________________ Synopsis:
He calls himself Eriks now. She tells herself she's just a doctor. In the middle of nowhere, under the sun-blasted bones of a dying world, two people who have lost everything try to live small lives. Meryl Stryfe hides behind routine, medicine, and a quiet town that doesn’t ask questions. The man she shares a house with keeps his secrets tucked beneath worn clothes and a crooked smile. But silence has weight. And eventually, it cracks. This is a story about choosing to stay. About forgiveness, the cost of surviving and love born not in grand gestures, but in the quiet in-betweens, that never says its name. Until it does. Post-Stampede AU. Slow burn. Fragile hope, buried guilt, soft hands.