Now that I've finally got off my ass and started writing things this year, I'm making a masterpost of my fills for threesentenceficathon~ All fills are crossposted to my AO3 collection, as well :D

My Fills

1. endless (Ensemble Stars!, Oukawa Kohaku/Mikejima Madara)
2. No Good Endings (Trigun, Legato Bluesummers, post-canon)
3. f a t e [or lack thereof] (Ensemble Stars!, Mikejima Madara & Shinkai Kanata)

My wife looks forward to this event every year, and this year, I've finally had the chance to participate!!!! I've been enjoying it loads, so I figured I should make a masterpost of my prompts and fills. All fills are crossposted to my AO3 collection, as well :D

My Fills

1. Understanding (Yu-Gi-Oh!, Ryou Bakura & Yami Bakura)
2. Live Life One Sauce Packet at a Time (Homestuck, John Egbert/Karkat Vantas, Humanstuck AU)
3. In The Quiet [ within the chains of perfection ] (MDZS/The Untamed, Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao)
4. Control (Trigun, Legato Bluesummers, post-canon)
5. no real endings // to us ; to everything (Yu-Gi-Oh!, Malik Ishtar/Yami Bakura, post-canon)
6. Penance (Trigun, Vash & Knives, post-canon)
7. Retro Gaming (Persona 5, Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi)
8. depths (Kingdom Hearts, Anti-Form Sora)
9. such great heights (Ensemble Stars!, Tenshouin Eichi/Hibiki Wataru)
10. one more right step (Ensemble Stars!, Sakasaki Natsume/Aoba Tsumugi)

So I didn't quite sober up but I screamed out my feelings enough to finally sit down and write so I did and I dare the world to cancel me for writing plantcest when tristamp is just so so so much of Knives trying to fuck his brother.

But I wrote something and it's good and it's stream of consciousness with bits of poetry because that's what I do now, I guess, and I like it.

Title: it's (not) a betrayal
Fandom: Trigun
Pairing: Knives/Vash
Rating: Teen
Word count: 577
Warnings/Tags: Incest, Codependency, Stream of Consciousness
Summary:

And they never see eye to eye unless they do and Vash can’t won’t forget what they used to be even as he desperately wants to pull Nai into the here and the now, because how else will he learn to live?

Vash and Knives pull each other in opposite directions and it's a tragedy from open to close; stagnating in remembered perfection is the same as death.

I guess I could have done this when I posted that other Trigun fic the other day but no I hate being consistent on my personal journal XD

Also part of this came from something Pat said while drunk:
“Trying to hold onto a moment when things were perfect is the same as death.”

and I just had to write something that used it because it's so so so perfect for these idiots

(I love them)

(I wish they could fix their problems but uhhhhhhhhh yeah)

been exceedingly mentally unwell about Trigun, especially Knives and Legato because I don't know how to pick a popular fucking ship sometimes and like, whatever, I don't care, because this is where I am. Because I sat down to work on homework yesterday and thought I could write a little bit of fanfic as a warmup. Because I couldn't just write it as a warmup and I couldn't stop myself, either.

And because now it's 11 am and I went to sleep at 4 am because I did finish what I was writing and it is absolutely one of the best things I've written- not just of this ship or even Trigun but in general: it is fantastic.

It's everything I've been playing around with in terms of experimental formatting and blending prose + poetry + snippets of weirdness and it's a beautiful culmination of years of practice and going to school for this sort of thing.

It's "I've been writing fanfiction for 20+ years and I finally feel like it shows in the best way"

It's "I've been writing since before I understood how important it is and it shows"

It's "I've been writing and writing and writing and writing and now I'm here and I want all of you to experience it with me"

It's being obsessed with characters and a ship that is grossly overlooked and deciding that no, that's not good enough: I can't stop thinking about them and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem.

waltz of the damned

Legato sparkles so terribly brightly.

a composition in 9 movements