Another "Lyrical" story. Maybe I should put out a mix with all the songs?

There is one more story left to post, so the new year will start off on a Guy Group note!

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This one was inspired by the Levi Kreis song "Hardly a Hero".

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In honor of the second anniversary of "Tin Man", a "Lyrical" one shot.

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Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or Linde.

Edit: After you read this, go watch this video.

D.G. was going through withdrawal.

For a land of muti-colored mini men and dogs made of tree bark there were a surprising amount of crossover in pop culture; D.G. had almost fallen over in shock the one day when Glitch had said that ( Read more... )

Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or John.

Warning: This goes to a very dark place. I know there are a few people who have friended me based on my fluffy, crack fic. You want to stay away from this.

Dear Wyatt,

I'm sorry for everything I said to you the other night. I was selfish in my desire to...
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When I first thought about writing this I was going to have it from DG's pov, her slipping the lyrics to Cain. But then I realized that Cain might not understand Other Side cliches. So I scrapped it, but then today my muse said "what if..." and I was back!

Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, Rodgers, or Hammerstein.

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Disclamer: I am not misters Mitchell, Van Sickle, or Pasley.

Also, my muse made me do it. I didn't want to, but I think she was going into overload from the fluff I've been pounding out the past few weeks.

Three month had past since the eclipse and the O.Z. had made rapid progress, but at the same time the O.Z. was healing DG was falling apart.

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Disclamer: I am not Misters Mitchell or Van Sickle, I am also not Lynn Ahrens or Stephen Flaherty. I just really like their work.

D.G.'s head felt like it was going to explode, for the last few weeks Tutor and Glitch had been trying to catch her up on fifteen years of history and deportment lessons.

“You were born in a palace by the sea.” Tutor ( Read more... )

Disclamer: My last name is not Mitchell, Van Sickle, or Paisley
What is up with images of Cain popping up whenever I listen to country music?

Cain didn't remember how she had managed to talk him into this: they were way to exposed, to far from the castle, to...
Ah, who was he trying to fool. This party in the resistance fighters camp was DG style, ( Read more... )

Disclamer: I am NOT Misters Michell, Keith, or Van Sickle.

It was odd the pattern Cain had fallen into since the eclipse and the fall of the witch. The day-to-day was spent with a handful of other Tin Men who had survived the years since the last stand, they were working to rebuild the force and clean up Central City; rough, dirty, hard work. But ( Read more... )