So cold_clarity saw the new MCR video and told me the greatest AU idea in the history of recorded time.

I hijacked it and added conjunctions and frottage.

Such is life.

When you want to feel like you're good enough (the sex lives of the bombsite boys)Frank/Gerard, Ray/Gerard, some Ray/Frank, Mikey/Gerard if you squint and are that way inclined ( Read more... )

Youguysyouguys, I have the internet! And fic! Fic that is part of a sprawling steampunk AU I have in my head but that won't come out (ask me about Christopher Pike's Mechanical Lion Emporium, I dare you), so might not work and is an odd style and basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm nervous about posting this even though I quite like it, ( Read more... )

I HAVE THE INTERNET BACK (more or less ( Read more... )

Awkward, not-really-a-fic, mostly written because a) Moon is awesome, b) I need to practise my Sam voice before writing a longer fic and c) this challenge is lovely.

And you, you vanished
Moon
Gen
Written as part of 
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For half of mumblemutter: Joanne-centric Profit fic.

( 'I really don't blame you for being dead, but you can't have your sweater back.' )

Comment here with a pairing and an opening line to receive fic.

...because I need my brain in fic mode, stat, and none of my usual tricks are working.

Fandoms: bandom, ST:XI, Merlin, Being Human, Friday Night Lights, Moon, Profit (up to 1x05), Dollhouse (up to 2x07), SPN (up to 5x02).

Now go quickly to your shelters (five times Jim and Bones failed to celebrate Christmas).
PG-13
1,849 words
Written for space_wrapped. This started off as fluff and still is, in parts, but it also has warnings for the Mirrorverse and all that entails. Oh, brain. This is what you give me when I ask for ‘festive’? Really ( Read more... )

cold_clarity is alive! To celebrate this: darkfic! Written straight into the post box! Completely unbetaed! In permanent beta! I give such classy gifts.

And the sky shrugged off her stars
R (though mostly for themes)
Major character death
2118 words.

( Word gets round. Monitors. Spies. Long-distance sensors. Elaborate traps, mind games, an intelligence that won't share. McCoy hands out sleeping pills and pshaws rumours and feels the long, slow itch of eyes on him, constantly. )

MOAR incoherent fragments of ST Reboot/Dollhouse. In the same 'verse as this other random fragment.

( Everything in his head starts to slide )

( So apparently I've decided to introduce myself to the Star Trek fandom with a fic in which none of the characters exist. Thanks for that, brain. )