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    “We meet again, Vash the Stampede.”

    “Legato. I was wondering when you’d appear.” Vash pushes up his glasses, slowly turning to meet his fate. “You don’t usually—oh, wow! That’s really festive.”

    Legato has leaned one shoulder against the kitchen doorway. He’s wearing a white sweater with a minimalist design of little black skulls connected to each other by a thin line that swoops across the collar and cuffs to evoke string lights.

    “Thank you,” Legato says. He lifts a hand, crooking his fingers as if manipulating invisible threads. “I made it myself.”

    Woe! Unrepentant holiday fluff be upon ye!

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    17 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 40

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    The air was too warm for the covers, but it was pleasant enough, and, before long, Vash felt his eyes slip closed. Wolfwood’s breath was even, the rise and fall of his chest rhythmic and soothing, and Vash found himself slipping away into sleep.

    Something was wrong.

    Vash opened his eyes and began to sit up - and heard a gunshot.

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    15 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 30

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    Independent Plants are not "plants", but rather a little more... nuclear.

    This causes quite the predicament when one gets into a motorcycle accident and the motorcycle sidecar lands right on top of him.

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    07 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 35

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    Well, fuck me, Wolfwood thought, his heart beating so fast and painfully in his chest that he was seriously considering if he might not need one of his phials before he died right here in this bed (and what a way to go), guess ‘two orgasms’ and ‘A Second Fucking Coming’ are basically the same thing, after all.

     

    (Or: Wolfwood goes to a brothel and purchases a young man named Eriks in a feeble attempt to chase away Vash's ghost for a night. He's got a surprise or two waiting for him...)

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    23 Jan 2026

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    Wolfwood looks different. Different than even the hundreds of ghosts—threads of shimmering grey shot through his temples and fine lines splintered out around his eyes like someone dragged a feather through damp clay. Like he’s aged almost decade in the year since he—

    “Died,” Vash rasps. “You died.”

    Wolfwood’s eyebrows shoot up in an expression that Vash has remembered so many times that his own faulty memory rewrote over the real thing.

    “This isn’t—how?” he asks, voice warping around the cold static clogging his mouth.

    “You ever hear of Jesus Christ?” Wolfwood grins, and it’s exactly the same. Like no time has passed. Like he’s so proud of his stupid joke. Like Vash didn’t lay his still-warm corpse in the ground and bury him on the other side of that building.

    Like the inexorable inspiral of a binary star, Vash is drawn back to the orphanage in December and the unexpectedly empty grave of his dearest friend.

    Or, Vash and Wolfwood and all their tomorrows.

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    08 Jan 2026