RaedenTheCabinets

an orange worm on a string with angry eyebrows and a lighter that were poorly drawn onto it in ms paint



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  1. Rec 6

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    Wolfwood wasn't sure how long he was kept there. No idea how many hours passed as he heard distant yelling. All he knew was that Vash was on the way. They'd have a nice night at the hotel. They would be normal again once this was all over.

    His daydreaming was interrupted by the door of the building slamming open. For a second, Wolfwood thought it was Vash. He did at least until he felt his hair get tugged back and his ears registered the footsteps of more than one pair of booths. His suspicion was confirmed when he heard the click of a gun.

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    Or: Wolfwood and Vash try to have a nice outing, unfortunately bounty hunters get their hands on Wolfwood. He and Vash are forced to confront the hypocrisy of their relationship.

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    15 Apr 2026

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    “Wings,” Wolfwood deadpans. “Needle-noggin has wings?”

    “A wing,” Meryl corrects. “There’s just one.”

    Wolfwood sighs out a breath, long and heavy, smoke curling up into the starry sky above them. “Alright. I guess with everything else he has goin’ on, this shouldn’t be that much of a surprise."

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    You know that one scene from trimax where Vash's feathers catch bullets? This but with tristamp and a healthy side dish of mashwood.

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    13 Apr 2026

  3. Rec 7

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    Vash had gotten on his nerves - again. Except this time it ended in a show of guns aimed at heads and a finger hovering, quivering, upon the trigger - well, more so on Nicholas’s end.

    Vash just stood there, like a coward, meeting his eyes in an indifferent gaze, refusing to do naught - much less draw his colt. The fate of his life lying in Wolfwood’s trust. The dignity of himself thrown to the wind. And Nicholas hated how passive he remained.

    “You know me better,” Vash says, and Nicholas feels a pang in his chest, “I couldn’t ever.”

    Nicholas steels his resolves and bites back, “One of these days, it’ll be me who kills you.”

    And to his dismay. The sunlit boy mutters a simple response.

    ”And I will be glad it is so.”

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    09 Apr 2026

  4. Rec 55

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    A tremor ran beneath the little thing‘s hide as Wolfwood ran the long golden feather between his fingers, brushing off the dirt.

    “Heya, little fella,” he whispered. “You still alive or what?”

    The defenseless little creature shuddered, its stumpy legs twitching as though it wanted to run, but it couldn’t even lift its head. It mewled softly, an animal sound of hurt, then laid back in exhaustion.

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    Once upon a time, in the ruins of a kingdom far, far away, Nicholas D Wolfwood finds a little creature and takes care of it. Little does he know, the critter is a cursed prince…

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    27 Mar 2026

  5. Rec 52

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    The church bell of La Misión de Cristóbal tolled midnight across the valley. Its clear song rolled over the grassy valley floor and down the small road, little more than a horse trail, between the mission and the town of Concepción. Deep shadows cloaked the land as an ocean of stars whirled above. No moon hung in the sky that night, a bad omen. On a black night such as this, demons were said to wander down from the mountains to claim innocent victims in their sleep.

    Nicholas would never have put stock in those old wives’ tales, had he not been exactly the kind of creature they warned about. He stood at the crossroads, where the Concepción road met the larger wagon track that led to Linares in the west. His eyes, unencumbered by the depth of the darkness surrounding him, scanned the road in the direction of the mission. Somewhere out in the wavering grasses, Angelina, wearing the skin of a coyote, prowled through the night, harassing rabbits out of their dens for the fun of hearing their panicked squealing.

    Nicholas raised his newly rolled cigarillo to his lips, lit it with the tip of his finger, and took a deep breath.

    AKA Angels&Demons&Cowboys the fic, by an autistic Texan with a history degree.

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    26 Mar 2026