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𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐍.
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐍. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.

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how about a reverse starter call. i think everyone should send me stuff for vashu<3
i was doing this as a joke but um. um i
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cont. ✰ / @phytonomy
ㅤㅤ"I anticipate impertinence from them, but you? It doesn't suit you, brother." You're waiting for the penny to drop, for those bright eyes that look to a sand swept world with an insurmountable level of patience to finally have realisation dawn upon them, for cold hard reality to hit in all its abundant cruelty— Except your resolve is wearing thin, over a century frittered away in expectant restraint, drawing increasingly further away with each rejection in the face of hardened logic - you're embarrassed on the behalf of your kind, but you're no longer prepared to take the softer route, the trace of amusement playing on your lips as Vash falls back to relying on a tawdry weapon which embodies the cowardly stench of humanity. Shoulders square to brace for conflict. "I tire of this phase. I'll make you understand if I have to."
✰ ❝ hey , impertinence ?! ❞ you won’t lie , you’re a little offended. knives can’t even play up the age excuse , or he really shouldn't : he’s older than you by a grand total of twenty seconds . and that's on an ESTIMATE. ❝ i'm not one of your knives , nai . when i do this , it's called conversation. it's what families do. you should try it sometime. ❞ YOU’RE KEEPING CAREFUL TRACK OF HIS MOVEMENTS . an impatient nai , you’ve found , is less predictable and more clumsy . no less deadly for it , though , the two of you share share that trait as well as you share faces.
for once, your brother isn’t shooting first , so you lean on the chance , hand still hovering by your holster; the other palm of your flesh hand out toward him . ❝ look, maybe we don’t fight this time, alright? just once? we used to be able to just talk , you know ? let's just do that today. besides , i’m really hungry. ❞ you're hoping he'll try to win you over through words : it is never any more pleasant than fists where he's concerned , but with a town of people so close by , you'll tolerate whatever vitriol he spits your way . you miss him a little , too , but nobody needs to know that.

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post 98 vash & knives but they act like the most hateful siblings ever. knives is barely recovering but of COURSE he's gonna try to kill vash's friends at every opportunity just in case THIS time it sticks. vash is forcing him to play with the other kids by repeatedly threatening to shoot him again... and he DOES. the sixth time knives gets shot in the knees (Year 1 Of Rehabilitation) he whinges about the permanent damage his evil evil baby brother vashuu is causing him (because vash is a Horrible P-) and vash is like yeah haha. You know what? It's almost like I'm not even cutting your limbs off. You know. Like an asshole. Don't you think that would make me an asshole? [THREAT] and then knives shuts the fuck up for a blessed 2 whole weeks.
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cont. x @wolfcross
✟ ― A hand twists upon tattered bullet laden collar, lifting the Stampede by the neck off the ground. The priest is bathed in blood as it is, eyes wild with guiltless rage.
" I just fuckin saved you within an inch of your life !! Kids are kids and that's one thing. That ain't a kid, they were nothing but a damn demon. A monster. They were beyond saving. " Violence still raged around them, yet nothing could have broken their argument. Their only shield was the cross planted on rocky ground. " What other fuckin' alternative do I have? Look at you, yer fallin apart at the seams goddamn it ! "
❝ IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU SAVED ME, ❞ he snaps back , wild with a grief too close to anger. vash closes his eyes, fists tight against wolfwood's wrists at his collar , both of them shaking with different kinds of restraint. ❝ you should've saved him , too. ❞
there's a quiet part of him that sees where wolfwood is coming from , can understand how horrifying it would've been from another angle , the boy and his weapon held over vash's head , his young eyes bright with learned violence . what a world you've made, knives. the bigger part of him is staunch & stubborn, knows full well there are always options. kneecaps , elbows , shoulders , kidneys , anything that gives humans a chance. standing makes it feel like his guts are going to spill between clutching fingers ( only held upright by the priest himself ) , but it's all ignored for now ⸺ he's too busy glaring down wolfwood ; even as vash jerks the both of them sideways to avoid a stray bullet's bounce trajectory. ❝ no more , you hear me ? DO YOU ? ❞
[gently places my chin in my hand like a philosopher] vash would hit a fortnite emote with such grace
another tragic love story, who needs that?
✰ ❝ aw , doc , you're always sho - right . ❞ you're holed up in the lady’s minuscule office , right next to the ship's makeshift morgue and half an ile from the plant - room . luida's fixing your jacket upstairs , and little brad is nearly thirteen and failing at pretending like he isn't painfully jealous of you for reasons he doesn't yet understand. you don't mind avoiding him , for once : you love all parts of this ship , even if it sparks awfully at your nerves when shoko digs sand & grit from the ports in your prosthetic arm . the gentle thrum of your sisters under your skin makes this one of your favorite places , even though your legs alone nearly span half the room.
you don't even blame miss ieri for spending most of her time out on the balcony instead of ' doing her job ' (quoted) , because even the two suns must be a welcome sight if one spends a long enough time in a metal cage like this. rem was like that too , you think , insistent on turning her face to any light , even if artificial. you're so grateful to have her flesh & blood with you , still recognizable , still young from cold sleep . she's sharper than her sister ⸺like knives is sharper than you⸺ but she listens patiently as you REGALE her about lost lovers , even laughs when you play up stories of sheriffs and heiresses; about how this was the one , i swear it, if you just ignore the last thirty people i said that about . it’s gratifying to be heard , even if you only play it up to wring an exasperated smile out of her . you're not really one for romance; especially when the lifespans on this planet are the way they are. ❝ but you should'a seen her! she was such a looker, you can't blame a man. she had these huge brown eyes, and her hair was longer than my coat ! ❞ something else about her was huge , too , but you'd never say that in front of a respectable woman.

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'you’re always so right. it must be such a burden.'
✰ IF YOU WERE THE TYPE TO SHUT UP WHEN FACED WITH A DEADLY WEAPON , you'd probably live longer . but you're not, so you shrug instead , smile light on your face. ❝ i MEAN , i wouldn't say burden , but it's more of a chore than you'd think . people sure do hate being told they're wrong. ❞
i do not have time for this. you can be angry at me later, you can scream and rage at me when you’re not in danger anymore.
YOU'RE WOUNDED IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. your flesh aches , your blood vessels vibrate as they try to reconnect , your skin stretches tight in a bid to cover your insides. and still, the thing that hurts most is the gunpowder in the air, wolfwood's pistol smoking with guilt. another bullet whizzes past your pierced ear, you do not flinch .
horror crawls up your bruised spine. your voice is raw from the tears you hold back, something nearly hateful and childish in you thrumming & tantrumming. ❝ i'll ⸺ i'll scream and rage at you right now , wolfwood ! you killed him! he was a kid, goddammit ⸺ you ! ❞
do you think i’m as fickle as a human?
✰ your sigh is defeated . ❝ no, knives. ❞ you're wary as you watch him , hand hovering close to your firearm . trust is a luxury your brother's given up a long time ago . even facing him here has taken more of your RESOLVE than you'd care to ADMIT. ❝ that's kind of the problem , isn't it ? ❞ humans adapt , grow , change. you'd give anything for nai to be more like them.
— ask meme : MABEL, a podcast by becca de la rosa and mabel martin. episodes 23 (bull in the maze) & 24 (coalescence).
i’ve been cultivating unkindness. i’ve been cultivating a lot of things — i’m a fertile field, it turns out — but unkindness is the most interesting.
it is unkind of me to try and play a trick on you.
i can hear everything, warped and distorted but broadcast somehow.
i can’t dig you out; i can’t reach my fingers deep enough inside my own brain, inside my own ribcage.
without you, divorced from even the idea of you, i have no substance, no form.
you are the antithesis that gives me definition.
another tragic love story, who needs that?
tragedy is the point.
do you think you have a monopoly on anger?
i’m not really anything like a person.
i love you and love you and love you, just as i am gone and gone and gone.
i can’t imagine a version of myself that would not love you.
i dream of you. sometimes in my dreams you are singing. sometimes you’re raging at me.
don’t leave me.
i killed someone. i killed someone.
i’ll set myself on fire to give you light.
i don’t want you to be lost. i don’t want you to be stuck. i just want you to be free, and joyous, and buoyant.
i woke up needing you, you artery ripped loose from me, all bloody and twining.
time rattles on its hinges.
i’ve come to barter.
do you think i’m as fickle as a human?
are those matches? what do you think you’re doing?
i do not have time for this. you can be angry at me later, you can scream and rage at me when you’re not in danger anymore.
am i the martyr or are you?
there are other ways to get me to shut up, you know.
i believe you. i always believe you.
you’re always so right. it must be such a burden.
i must hate you, is that it? that’s why i did all this, because i want you gone.
i am with you because i want to be. that’s all.
i will love you like a fire loves a forest.
time has made liars and cheats of us all.
i will make a bullet of my mouth. i will make a knife of my heart.
you think you are the monster at the end of this book?