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    Wolfwood carries a body.

    Vash is a walking death wish. A race between self-sacrifice and skill, and in all Wolfwood’s shitty years on this shit-ass planet he’s never met a man with so much of each.

    So maybe Vash taking a bullet to the head for him shouldn’t have been a surprise.

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    29 Aug 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 83

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    That was a face he’d seen directed all across humanity and ached every time—that was love. Such raw, unbridled, drunkenly sick love.

    𝘖𝘩, Vash thought, followed shortly by, 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰.

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    It was funny, really. In all one-hundred-fifty years, no one had ever fallen in love with Vash before.

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    24 Aug 2026

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    Vash almost dies, accidentally flirts with his best friend, has a crisis, almost dies some more, fucks his best friend on purpose, and nearly gets everything he wants. Not necessarily in that order.

    Or, in other words: a complicated innuendo involving Chekov’s gun.

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    18 Aug 2026

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    Something, equal parts wariness and weariness, stirs in Olruggio’s eyes whenever Qifrey makes some reference to the future — when he indirectly promises a tomorrow, a next week, an ‘after your commissions are done’. It’s the subtlest thing, a flicker, a spark; someone who knew him less well might not pick up on it. But Qifrey knows Olruggio as well as he knows himself, and he can hardly in good conscience begrudge him his flinch of cynicism. Not when it’s wholly his own fault for having put it there.

    Fool you once, shame on me. Fool you twice, still shame on me. Fool you thrice… well, if it’s any consolation whatsoever, I was fooling myself most of all.
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    The night Qifrey returns to the atelier for good after his wandering days — old promises kept, new promises made.

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    13 Aug 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 17

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    Wolfwood comes back at the worst times. It’s been two hundred years since he died. Two hundred years, three days, four hours and thirteen seconds. That is to say, a long time. And Vash thinks about him all the time. He thinks about him drunk out of his mind. Thinks about him while Vash is running and shooting and hunkering down in the desert to sleep, gazing up at the broken glass sky. Vash thinks about Wolfwood when he goes to visit the girls, sitting in the lot where their graves are. Vash smiles at their families, before slinking back out into the desert. He sees Wolfwood in the shadows that fall and the cigarettes hanging off mouths. He’s in the heat of the sun and the cool of the night, the long empty halls of ship three that Vash tends to haunt. And now he’s in Vash’s throat and chest while Vash is on his stomach in a musty smelling bed.

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    11 Aug 2026

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    Фикс-ит? А может быть лучше нож в сердце и чтобы рыдала как тварь?