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I could drown myself in someone like you

A little companion piece to Chapter 12 of my Vashmeryl fic, Bluebells

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si alguien tiene historias en español que puedo leer (probablemente lo de un nivel menor, no he leído algo en español por unos años) ¡por favor me envías! necesito mantener mi habilidad de entender y hablar español porque el próximo semestre voy estudiar español otra vez ♡♡♡

[if anyone has any stories in spanish that i can read (probably of a lower level, i havent read something in spanish for a few years) please send it to me! i need to maintain my ability to understand and speak in spanish, because next semester im gonna study [it] again]

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KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIS ANGELEYES,

KEEP THINKING, HAD TO PAY THE PRICE

Body horror? In my own Vashmeryl fic? It’s more likely than you think!

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Ch. 22 - Bloom (Eros)

Meryl and Vash reach the end of their journey.

And like that, my fic is done. I have some sappy thoughts at the end of the chapter. Thanks to all who have read it and cheered my on for the past year <3

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❤️

Commission based on eezybree's fic

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Taps mic. Ahem. Testing. One two three. Testing.

Vash as Icarus. Spreading his wings, desperate to get closer to his impossible ideals. The harsh reality melting his feathers, melding his feathers into something awful and monstrous and dysfunctional. Falling into the bright blue sea. Will he drown in his mistakes or find comfort in the salty water.

Meryl as the same. Reaching for an idealized Vash, the mysterious man she’s been hunting, only to get hurt, to be changed, mangled, and fall into darkness and despair and so, so many tears.

What if they are both simultaneously Icarus and the sea. What then. Will they drown or build a raft. Will they toss each other in their waves, drowning each other, or will they carry each other to shore.

Hello is anyone there

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Hey. Pssst. Hey you. Yeah, you.

Read Bluebells.

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I love to talk about how Strong and Resilient Meryl is just like everyone else in our little Meryl fan club but also. I want her to be allowed to break down and not patch herself back up for Vash’s sake. I want her to be messier. She’s already 3-dimensional. I want to add a 4th dimension. Healing isn’t linear and she should be allowed to have her ugly feelings get mixed up and messy and get in the way of her relationship with Vash more. Let her be angry. Let her be cruel just because she’s still hurt. She is stronger than a million Millions Knives but does she always have to be? Can a girl not be messy long after the trauma? Does she have to be consistently Good and Loving while she heals? Isn’t she tired? Can a girl go apeshit?

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A Guide to eezybree's Trigun Fanfiction

Hi all! For @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I would like to do a little self-promo. I've only been writing fanfic for about a year (if you don't count my POTC fic from middle school) but it has changed my life and I'm really proud of what I've done so far. If you'd like to read some of my stuff, here's a quick guide!

Bluebells | E | Vashmeryl | 43k, in progress | post-canon Trimax, canon-compliant | Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally-driven, Character-driven. My long fic about Vash and Meryl figuring out life after Trimax. It's mostly Meryl POV, with an emphasis on her PTSD and trauma, but Vash is even more messed up. He's lost and grieving both Wolfwood and his brother, and Meryl's hangups about his nature as a plant certainly don't help their feelings of loneliness even as they're living together. It doesn't help that the ghost of Wolfwood won't leave the damn room. They work it out together while still acknowledging the things that haunt them - Vash's grief and Meryl's fear - and put on a brave face for the TV special on his life. This fic has converted a few people to see Vashmeryl, has made people laugh and cry, and has inspired a little bit of art. This fic is my baby, and I'm so so damn proud of it. ALSO: The smut is skippable!

Funeral Rites | T | Vashwood | 3k | Trimax canon-compliant Vol. 10 Burial fic. My first fic and still beloved. Vash buries Wolfwood and gets weird about it, would you expect any less? This baby is so chock-full of love and grief.

Freaks of Nurture | M | Gen/Vashwood | 2.8k | any canon. Vash gets vivisected and he hallucinates that the surgeon is Knives. Wolfwood gets triggered to hell trying to save him. This is my best and weirdest prose, and I had the most fun writing this. Dead doves abound here.

Silent Night | T | Gen | 4k | Pre-canon sci-fi epistolary-style story of Rem on the SEEDS expedition, leading up to the birth of the twins. My heaviest sci-fi with Rem's grief over her late partner Alex and regret over Tesla running throughout. I adore this fic. It was also inspired by Lenipez's Becoming Eden series, and in turn inspired another Rem-centric fic by mydetheturk!

Fresh Cut | E | Millionsummers | 5.7k | DEADEST DOVE. DESSICATED. My uhhh... body horror smut and essay on what compels me about the messed-up relationship between Legato and Knives. I wrote most of this on a plane (in public). This one is very kinky and weird and somehow hot, if you're into getting visions of your lover cannibalizing you when he comes.

Cigarettes & Saints | E | Mashwood | 3.8K | post-canon Trimax, set somewhere within/after Bluebells. Vash and Meryl visit a grave outside Hopeland and they... get weird with it. One of the tags is Outdoor Sex, and it does a lot of the heavy lifting. Wolfwood's ghost pays them a visit in Vash's butt. This sounds incredibly silly but it's very sweet and sad and there isn't a single dry eye by the end of the fic.

Growing Black Irises | T | Stryfewood | 1k | set somewhere in Bluebells again. Here's how post-canon trimax stryfewood can still win, but oh no it's painful and somehow sweet. So much yearning and regret over things never said or done.

Lightning Rod | M | Elendira POV | 1K | Trigun Stampede | Body Horror week fic; there's a dead dove in here. Inspired by Beelzebby666's Elendira/Tesla, I wanted to explore Elendira's thoughts and feelings about growing up and being experimented on, lauded as Knives' new Tesla. Compels me.

Learn to count on you (as my own fingers) | G | Vashmeryl | 800 words | Any canon. Meryl helps Vash clean his prosthetic, and it's very sweet.

Meet in the Middle (Like Pistols at Dawn) | G | Vashmeryl | 672 words | Domestic Fluff and Sillies. For the indirect kiss prompt for Vashmeryl week. I just really love writing them be goofy and sweet.

Ship to Wreck | T | Stryfewood | 1.6k | Pirate AU! Two small scenes of my pirate AU that is actually a bit more elaborate than the fic lets on. It's a fun time.

Raising Hell | T | Trigun OCs | 1.7k | If you ever had more questions about my silly trigun OC Fanny Paine, well, here's half her backstory. This was fun to write and got me out of a funk! I may write more again. I love Fanny.

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Ch. 14: Sick of Losing Soulmates

And now he stares at his blood on his shoulder, in the mirror in a mundane little apartment in the city on a Tuesday night, as far from danger as he could possibly be. And it hits him.

Chapter 14 is live. When did I post Ch. 13? Feels like it was yesterday? Wild. Enjoy!

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Ch. 15: Sunlight

Summary:

She looks him in the eyes. Bright blues, slightly downturned, perpetually doe-eyed baby face. He would never hurt her. He wouldn't. Not on purpose. It wasn't his fault, before. It was an uncontrolled environment, last time. Hell, she survived a falling elevator. Now she's on the floor of her own apartment. Blinds closed, front door locked. It's late afternoon and she's at home and there is no danger, nothing she should fear. She saw his feathers in bed and it didn't worry her, with a bright pulsing pattern racing across his skin. So why is she still so afraid?

I worked so so hard on this chapter and it's finally done! Enjoy!

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A wip…..

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tfw you have your worst first kiss ever

@cosmixseerart was inspired by Ch. 4 of my fic Bluebells and made this wonderful art for it and I am so in love! Our poor girl!

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pspspspspsp, if you want some Postcanon Trimax Vashmeryl with previous Vashwood (and the resulting grief) and a heavy dose of dragon's nest mindmeld ptsd right next to vash angst and self-flagellation (truly these two are not doing well), but then they're figuring it out together, with a nice mixture of emotion and humor like a well-marbled steak, my fic is only 5-ish chapters from being completed. I've been working on this bad boy for a year now and it's my chefs kiss pride and joy.

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Chapter 17: Last Run

New chapter is up! Relevant tags for this chapter include: Canon-typical gun violence, hurt/comfort, PTSD. Also brief mention of vomiting.

Chapter summary:

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Ch. 16: Stardust is now up!

PHEW. This chapter took me a month to write! Many tears were shed as I wrote this (positive). This is also a smut chapter, but it's … not terribly explicit? I had a hard time determining where/if I could put a marker to skip the smut because there are some really important emotions mixed right in… So there aren't any. This may change in the future. But for now, if it's any consolation to my smut-averse friends, it's only explicit in some specific places? Emotions really drive most of this chapter. If you read this, please comment <3 love you all!