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jaina: tomorrow is come out of the WIP closet day
Jaina: when people merrily posts bits of fic that will never be finished, just for fun
Jaina: I'm looking at you, dearie

Holy shit, there are fics on my hard drive I've completely FORGOTTEN about.

...and for good reason, I'd say.

Well, slutfic, obviously. Though it's almost done. Really, we swear this time.

Ever read any of my Sailor Moon fics? Good. Don't. EVER. The good thing about 12-year old reviewers is they never tell you anything negative. The bad thing about 12-year old reviewers is... So suffice to say that there are quite a few unfinished Sailor Moon fanfics on my computer, and I intend them to stay that way. Yech. Though there is an AU Haruka/Michiru that I really like and want to get around to one day. Eventually.

Hey, Tenchi fics! That's right, I started some of those. One was based on a challenge - one so old, it took place on the Fanfiction.Net forums. Quiver.

Bunnyman: I double-dare someone to make a fic with the following aspects!
1. Funaho and Lady Misaki are lesbos!
2. Ryo-ohki falls in love with a bush!
3. Tenchi and Washuu get married, but...Washuu is stuck in her little kid form!!!...What well people think?...
4. Ryoko decides to ...::gasp:: stop drinking?!...
5. (See number four) she also decides to ::double gasp:: stop spending money?!
6. Sasami turns evil?...(You can guess where this goes...)
7. Tenchi decides he wants to have an affair against his ‘wife’ but...with who?...
8. Ayeka turns into the split image of Ryoko!
And finnaly!!
9. IT MUST HAVE A PLOT!
Hahahaha!! I bet NO ONE can do it!

I'm a sucker for shit like that, I really am.

Heh, a Harry Potter fic. I realize that I'm supposed to be telling you about some of these fics, and posting snippets, but I love you all too much.

So I'll post some Trigun WIP!

Through the Tunnel is inspired. Created in the desire to write the absolutely filthiest G-rated fic ever.

"Looks like we’re going to do it,” Meryl said.

“Oh?” Vash looked away from the window.

“The sandstorms up ahead are too rough for the steamer, so we’re being diverted through the Maruch plateau.”

Gulping, he asked, “Through it?”

Meryl raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so nervous? Don’t tell me you’ve never been in a tunnel before.”

He blushed. “What do you take me for? Of course I have! Plenty of times!” Under her raised eyebrow, Vash admitted, “Okay, first time.”

“You’ll survive, I’m sure. It can actually be pleasant.”

“You’ve been in a tunnel before?”

“No,” she replied, “but my friend Karen has, plenty of times. She’s told me all about it.” Pausing and looking around, she asked, “Where are Milly and Wolfwood?”

“Sleeping together.” He jerked his thumb a few seats behind him, where the pair, leaned against each other, was snoring away.

Meryl just shook her head. “Those two...”

When they got around to going through the tunnel, Vash and Meryl were going to play the "hold your breath through the whole tunnel" game, and there would be much blushing and gasping and lightheadedness afterwards.

A file on my hard drive called "Portrait of Meryl". I started it with the intentions of entering it into a Mediaminer.org fic contest (in the days when I used to hang out there), and never finished it. Vash and Meryl bond through the course of the tv series, as Meryl shares little snippets of her life story with him. Featured my personal favourite, RowdyCollegeGirl!Meryl, and me taking Nightow's snippet that she shot someone sometime, and running with it. Also, Vash/Meryl macking.

"How many shots did we do?" Jamie asked.
Meryl furrowed her brow and counted the glasses. "I got one, you got one. Thass two! We had two shoss!"
"But we kep refillin' 'em, so the glasses don't count!"
Guffawing loudly, much to the annoyance of the other drinkers, the girls forgot what precarious perches barstools provided. Meryl's seat began falling, ready to take its occupant down with it.
Even inebriated, she knew she should have hit the ground hard, so it came as a bit of a surprise when she felt an arm reach out and catch her. Raising her heavy-lidded eyes upward, she saw a red coat. Looking up at the face to which the coat belonged, she saw her own blurry reflection in a pair of orange glasses. “You okay?” the coat and glasses asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” she slurred, unsuccessfully trying to stand up. He helped her to her feet from his own stool, a glass of bourbon still in his other hand. The man kept his eyes on her the entire time, or she supposed he did; she couldn’t see through the lenses. “Whaddyoo lookin’ at?”
He smiled and breathed a laugh. “Not much.”
“What?!” Meryl reached into her pocket to produce a tiny gun, which she tried to keep pointed at him.
The red coat held up his hands, panicking. “I mean, because you’re short!”
“Alright, thass it!” Another gun came out.
“I mean,” he gulped mid-sentence, “don’t they have laws about letting kids into bars?”
The guns dropped to the floor forgotten as Meryl produced an ID. “I’ll have you know that I am - “ she checked the card, “ - 19 years old, and that means I have just a' much right to be here as you!”

Annafic is fun. At one point, I had planned on writing about 30 little stories, and then, one month, posting a chapter a day. Anna was Vash and Meryl's daughter, and the whole story would run from her birth until the birth of her child. Circle of life, yada yada. Features what I think is the most depresssing thing I've ever written, which is the death of Meryl. It also features some of the cutest stuff I've ever written, like Anna "making Daddy pretty" with Meryl's makeup, while he naps; Knives secretly speaking baby-talk to his half-breed niece; science progressing far enough for Vash to get a "real" arm. Since the chapter files are all named "annafic#" and it's late, I'm not posting a sample, because I'm too laaaazyyyyy to look for a good one.

Not so much a work in progress as a bunch of ideas in my head, but I've wanted to do a story where everyone has been reincarnated, trying to correct all the shitty things that happened the first time around, but history repeats itself, sadly. I might get around to writing that one day.

Dylan Blue Fic. Oy vey. This was really the first Trigun fic I ever, ever started working on. The actual plot to it is awful. It was supposed to be part of a trilogy, and the idea for the first part has already been written by an awful author I would never want to be accused of plagiarizing. I needed a villain name, and VH1Classic was on, playing Bob Dylan's "Tangled Up in Blue". And thus, the sheriff was named Dylan Blue. What's important here is that I met my good fanfic friends before I really got into this fic, and realized, "This really is a stupid, bad story," and instead devoted time to writing smut that would never fit into the narrative for it. But I like Dylan Blue. So maybe someday I'll figure out how to work him in.

That's all I gots to say, I think.

After collecting his thoughts for a few minutes, he went back inside. Meryl’s bedroom door was ajar, and her light was still on. Vash knocked before letting himself in. She had changed into her nightshirt and was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Have you really told me all of your stories?” he asked.
“Yes, I have. Though I’m sure you have plenty more to tell.”
Vash shook his head. “Nothing really interesting.”
Sitting up, Meryl tilted her head to the side and said, “Well, now what are we supposed to do?”
Vash closed the door behind him. “Two smart people like us? I’m sure we can come up with something.”

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