β β Nicholas D. Wolfwood from ππππππ πππΌππππΏπ. Highly selective & private. Canon compliant & divergent. dash only. LOW ACTIVITY. π
βͺ punished by Ken.
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Quick rules under the cut:
COMMANDMENTS:
I. GENERAL
Independent RP blog for Nicholas D. Wolfwood from TRIGUN STAMPEDE
('98, Badlands Rumble & Trimax by request)
Low Activity/Low Effort
Private & Selective
Dash only
Activity might be sporadic
II. INTERACTION
MUTUALS ONLY
Highly selective with followbacks and sent asks
But if I follow you that means i find your blog and your content interesting. It does not matter if we get to interact or not. I'm just happy to see you on my dash.
I don't mind interacting with doubles
Plotting can mainly be done thru tumblr messenger
Para to multi-para threads are preferred but not required
English is not mun's first language
Replies may be EXTREMELY slow
Crack may ensue
III. SHIPPING
Multiship
I do not practice ship exclusivity
Main ships include: vashwood, millywood, kniveswood, livwood. But im open to any and all pairings under the sun
There WILL be gay content (I will not beat around the bush. If that is not your cup of tea then please refrain from following)
Any written NSFW will have to fade to black/read more/moved to discord
IV. WARNINGS
This blog is 18+ and may deal with:
- canon typical violence
- mature & sexual themes
- dark & brutal imagery
- religious terms & iconography
Trigger warnings shall be tagged
Personal blogs and minors shall be blocked
V. MUN
Name: Ken
Age: 30+
Pronouns: Any will do
Orientation: Bisexual disaster
Discord: available upon request (Tumblr DMs are preferred)
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So much had changed and yet so little all at once. It had only been two years now since they found eachother again, had come to understand what their bond really was. Running from the Eye, from who they use to be as bloodthirsty assassins, investing in living peaceful lives and hiding away-...it was a lot. A long journey, one he had hoped Wolfwood had recovered from by now. But with every other night finding his love out here in the cold he was beginning to wonder if he ever would be back to his old self. Was he as alright as he claimed to be? As much as Nico would've wanted him to go, the sunset eyed former assassin didn't move from his spot, contemplating more if he should move to his side or give his big brother the space he wished for.
"You're a fool to think you can get rid of me so easily, Nico." Livio tutted softly before finally making his mind and padding over to his side, coming to carefully sit down on the stoop besides him, his own golden stare rising up to the dancing sibling planetoids circling their home like a divine halo of celestial objects. It was beautiful here. Quiet. Peaceful.
"Something on your mind big brother? You've been coming out here at night more than just a few times." Reaching out, the younger would grasp his lover's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You can always speak to me y'know. If-If something's bothering you-..."
β β Wolfwood doesn't shy away from the pale tentative hand that moved to clasp his, only acknowledging with a gentle squeeze back. But he kept his pensive gaze towards the glowing pale moon in the sky with the trickling images of his recent dream still vivid in his mind's eye.
It's been a year or so since the two had been on the run, running from the so called hand of mercy trying to bring them both to justice for their sins. Though, so far they've managed to dodge their fate at every turn. For a year or so that was all the life Nicholas knew with Livio β running, killing, making love and having to try just to survive at the end of the day. All he knew was survival.
But being here now, back to ground zero where they'd both had to start all over again, sometimes Nico has to pinch himself every now and then that they've mostly been allowed some relative peace by whatever god there was looking down upon them from heaven.
Wolfwood doesn't want to seem jumpy around his partner, but he does find himself a little spooked every now and then, looking over his shoulder for signs of danger, cuz fate just might decide to come back to bite them. The nightmares were a little more harder to hide.
"It's nothin, I'm fine." Nico waves his other free hand, cigarette clamped between two fingers. He hesitates to divulge any more, but he doesn't wanna leave Livio hanging. "...Just been havin the same dream every night is all."
"You should be asleep..." Livio's voice was soft behind his elder as he stepped out into the midnight glow of the moons shine. Their cabin was a quiet one on the top of a desert hillside, far from wandering eyes and far from any city. Here they had started again, a quiet isolated cabin where they'd had known peace for the last year or so. However his poor Nico still seemed to have a hard time sleeping. This wasn't the first time he had frown his lover upon the steps of their resurrected home. Leaning against the doorframe, Livio would brush back his long silver locks, watching his mate with a faint smile. "Everything alright...? Vash call or something?"
β β Its the dead of night and Livio would find his missing lover out on the yard, perched upon the the ruins of a bullet torn wall that almost looked like its about to crumble. From the back, Livio would be able to see a lazy trail of smoke coming from Wolfwood, reaching up to the heavens and forming a string towards the silvery glow of one the 5 moons. Nico doesn't even flinch when he hears Livio chime right behind him. He has his jacket off, barefoot, shirt rumpled from sleep.
"Go back to bed, moonshine." Wolfwood sounded gruff, voice still thick from sleep. He flicks some of the ash from the end of his cigarette. "I'll be right with you... Just gettin some fresh air, s'all."
He'd woken up from a dream he'd rather not remember, leaving the blankets strewn and bed cold where he had left his mate all alone.
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Last post and itβs Trigun fanart! Iβve only ever watched the old anime, but the remake looks interesting and a little more faithful to the manga so Iβll probably watch it. My drawing is definitely more based on the old anime and the movie because I think I prefer Wolfwoodβs character design there more.
I rarely draw men so I tried my best π I love this guy and his absurd weapon.
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Nico is tuning out his older versionβs priest stick, the second that he noticed the holster. Like a idiot, he crouch down and get a closer look at it to grab
"Wh- hey hey, hold yer horses there pal. What do you think yer doin?" The preacher's got a hand pressed on the younger one's forehead to prevent his grubby little hands from getting closer. "If you wanted to take a closer look you coulda' just asked. Did Ms. Melanie ever teach you some manners? Oy vey."
"Did you just bit me? Did you actually bit me? Yer own uncle?" Oh no, he's actually bleeding but, Wolfwood doesn't seem to be the least bit phased by it. He's had worse. Though now he's got his forearm outstretched where the little runt decided to clamp his teeth on like an attack dog. "Are you teething or somethin? Where's ya mum?"