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  1. Rec 1

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    There is a woman who looks at you. She is heavyset, a crinkle in her brow, with her hair done up in a bun, a handkerchief tied around it. She has a little basket in the crook of her elbow and a wagon of produce and linens and bags. You tense, ready for something, anything. You pray for it to end, for her to take pity on you for half a second, or for her to chastise you. The eyes hurt.

    She does neither. She holds out her hand and asks, with a slightly scratchy voice, if you need help getting home.

     

    or: my own interpretation of pre-hopeland wolfwood

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    12 Feb 2026

  2. Rec 3

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    His skin should be thick, his aim well, and his mind and soul at peace. Vash the Stampede is none of those things in the wake of the rotting memories of what has been done, what is being done, and what is left to be done. He wilts and wilts and wilts and wilts and his title remains despite his belief of being unfit.

    or; a small drabble about vash, legacy, tradition, and grief. so much grief.

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    15 May 2025

  3. Rec 4

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    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through No Man’s Land, not a peep was heard. Well, admittedly, many a peep was heard – but in the small corner of Hopeland orphanage’s lot that was gated in, crosses and small tombstones dotted in neat little lines, it was quiet. The cross kept the peace, kept stock of the ones gone too soon, stared out onto the land as if daring anyone to come close. He did usually deter a vast majority of the bandits who would seek to do any harm, if not for the imposing figure he cut, then for the odd visitors he received.

    So no one was there to witness the unheard of – a hand clawing up from the sand-dirt-clay, wrapping gnarled and knobby fingers around the stone that lay parallel to the ground, shifting it slightly. No one was there to watch as the hand’s desperate twin came up as well, digging and digging and digging until – a gasping breath. No one was there to see the first shuddering inhales of a man long dead.

    ie; my fic for day 4 of wolfwood week, filling the prompt for christmas!

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    29 Dec 2024

  4. Rec 5

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    Wolfwood is alone for a while out in July, taking care of the new orphanage location out there. His wards keep ranting and raving about this dance studio that their friends say is cool - and he's seen their advertisements a few times, so he takes them out to the studio, not expecting anything more than a simple way to get their energy out and let them have their extracurricular shit. However, when he gets there, he's unknowingly thrown into a family run studio - with varying levels of willingness to participate. One of the members though catches his eye - mostly from the obvious persona he puts on, but he doesn't think much of it until he runs into the same guy out in the woods after a bit of a... crisis.

    He's odd. Real fuckin' odd.

     

    or; wolfwood and vash are ridiculous and move way too fucking fast than is necessary

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    07 Sep 2024

  5. Rec 11

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    Grief is pulling the trigger. Grief is going against every one of his principles to save his brother. Grief is unrepentant. Grief is another man's blood being spilled. Grief is begging for another option, pleading that there has to be some other way. Grief is knowing it was inevitable.

    Grief is love. It is wholly and irrevocably love. It’s screaming into the air that someone was here and someone was loved. It’s honoring the only mother he ever knew and only breaking the promise for a moment, just to honor the man he loved and the friends he loved along the way.

    Vash swallows thickly, clasping his hands behind his back. “What makes you think God wasn’t grieving when he formed Adam and Eve?”

     

    for day 4 of vashwood week 2024, with the prompt flowers! :D

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    29 May 2024