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fic: I rose from my own ashes
fandom: btvs (with a hint of ats)
characters: dawn centric; but also buffy, faith, spike, giles, angel and gunn (possibly some mentions of others
rating: pg (for mentions/experiences of death, but nothing graphic, just mentions of blood really and scars.)
summary: dawn does not remember falling. but she must have. (set after btvs/ats finales but there was no intentional following of comics/their canon. this is what my brain came up with on its own.)
a/n: for my sept meme and the awesome

tenshinrtaiga and her prompt (seen below). I hope this is even something like what you wanted. Or you like it anyways even if its not. :D

( She tries to hold onto it, to hold onto something. It ends up slipping through her fingers anyways. )

Current Mood: stressed

title: I think I'm surviving in all the wrong ways
fandoms: btvs/tvd crossover (timeline is wonky so don't think too hard about it)
characters/ships: buffy/caroline (pre-femslash), illusions to other pairings
summary: “Anne.” The name rolls out of her mouth easily, “Whatever you suggest." Buffy suggests that the girl get as far away from this dinner, from this town, from this state, as fast as she can. Anne suggests apple. Buffy turns away and Caroline opens her book while she waits.
a/n: written for

kwritten's prompt at my impromptu ficathon. and linked to A03 because I'm lazy and tired and lj is hard sometimes. (also lots of other things that people should go read at the ficathon, with various fandoms, you should all go read them.)

(She comes into the diner in the middle of a down pour that has chased most of their regulars away and has instead invited her inside.)

Current Mood: lazy
Current Music: aimee mann

title: you wanted happiness (I can’t blame you for that)
fandom: tvd/dw fusion (light on dw canon)
characters: amara, tatia, katherine, elena (and lots of canon “companions”)
disclaimer: I own nothing, including pieces that were from canon/allude to canon.
summary: “You’re special, different. That must have a name.” He says and it’s with such childhood innocence. It’s familiar, it reminds her of before. “I’m a Petrova,” Elena tells him and he nods. As if it’s just that easy, as though he understands. Everything has a name after all.
a/n: written for the au prompt doppelgangers are timelords that got stuck in my head. and I blame

fluffyfrolicker and her ficathon for this. so should all of you.

( Amara is the first. (She will also be the last but she will never learn that. Her face will, her body will, her memories will, but Amara will be gone.) )

for a while I thought I was the princess // tvd, caroline-centric // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “free indirect discourse” which I hopefully figured out correctly. I did at least look it up I promise.

( your life is not a fairytale. )

picked a name out of a book // btvs, faith-centric // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill for “repetition”. I wanted to try to play with new characters for this, so I tried Faith. Here goes.

( Her mother named her Faith which ended up being even more ironic than most predicted. )

room whats? // btvs, buffy+cordy college AU // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “dialogue”. There’s lots of other wordy-ness, but the meat of this is the dialogue they have.

( “Nothing, I, nothing…just shoes. I would totally ace a class on shoes.” She covered. )

you see there's no real ending // ats, fred, plylea // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “allusion”, which I hope you get.

( They laugh and it is a terrible laugh, a mad laugh she thinks and one day this will become ironic, even to her. )

there is an empty space next to you // haven, audrey-centric (mentions of others) // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “pathetic fallacy” which I hope I figured out correctly…

( Read more... )

I know that I’m damned (all the dead seem to know where I am)) // btvs, buffy-centric // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill for “sensual description”. note I never said I was good at it.

( She picks her clothes out carefully. Her hands running down different items, different textures under her hands. )

he paints // the originals, klaus, freeverse // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill for “poetry”. Don’t judge it too hard. also, Klaus, how did I end up writing poetry about you?

( Read more... )

Current Mood: tired

quiet like you (violent like you) // ats/poi, root, fred, and Illyria // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “spoken word”. It never actually says who’s saying what, but I hope I got the voices down so you can recognize them.

( “And you’re blue. Do you really get to judge?” )

lost in the pages of self-made cages // audrey (haven, spoilers up to end of S3) // written for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “stream of consciousness”.

( Read more... )

got your makeup on // tvd, caroline+katherine (a few others), AU set in the 40s // for the

multi_genfic bingo fill “setting shift” (believe it or not

fluffyfrolicker this somehow came out of your prompt for domesticity for these two…I might have to try again.)

( She was everything that Katherine made her when she found her, broken and bruised in a hospital room. )

Current Mood: dorky

fic: you remade me (and they named me karma)
fandom: arrow
characters: thea (centric), malcolm, nyssa, and some others mentioned.
summary: she was as her teacher made her. (post S3, the type of thing I want to see happen. warnings for violence and death.)
a/n: written for the

multi_genfic bingo’s fill “Chinese box” which apparently means frame narrative which I also had to look up. Hopefully this works as that. And hopefully the mod accepts this because, yeah, I didn’t plan it but it liked doubled in size.
( They sear an arrow into her back, marking her as theirs, marking her as part of the League, as an assassin. )

everything casts a shadow // tvd, caroline + katherine (set S5, spoilers if you haven't seen the season // for

multi_genfic;s bingo and the fill "scene shift" I'm not sure I understood this one properly but this was my interpretation.

( This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. )

dig up her bones but leave the soul alone // btvs post canon, dawn (others mentioned), post-S7/canon // for the

multi_genfic bingo fill for "focus on an object", in this case its the watcher's diaries

( The Watcher’s diaries had been assigned to her as part of her studies. )

it had to be zombies // haven, audrey, duke, nathan // non-graphic violence, takes places post S5A // for the

multi_genfic bingo fill for "in media res"

( The good thing about this all was that zombies really were slow and stupid in their strange little universe. )

Current Mood: crappy

fairytales have rules // written for retelling for the

multi_genfic bingo, or my version of it anyways // this is dawn rewriting different versions of what happened after the gift

( once there was a girl )

title: red turns into green turning into yellow
fandom: btvs
characters: buffy-centric (ensemble mentioned and featured)
summary: It comes back too quickly and too slow. The violence comes easily. She has it down, throws her body into it. It is muscle memory as she destroys the monsters around her. She was made to destroy, to change the world, to be strong and make sure the world did not suffer. She was not made to be indestructible herself, to not suffer herself. (set early S6, my look into how Buffy was adjusting to life again and her dealing with her depression and the expectations of the world around her.)
a/n: I haven’t been feeling good but I’ve been wanting to write something. This was what came out. That was either an apology or just an explanation. But hey, yay for writing Buffy centric fic for the first time!

( it comes back too quickly and too slow )

Current Mood: drained

( She stared at the paper Rebekah had given her a long time. )

( She stays away from stories and statues and paintings of Persephone and her decent into the underworld. )

( She glances down to the paper on his lap, she sees the words ‘massacre’ and ‘Kansas’ in bold print. As if the journalist knew what a real massacre was. )

title: not just a girl but a work of art
fandom: the vampire diaries
characters/pairings: caroline-centric, the originals, stefan, bonnie, elena and mentions of most of the ensemble. (mostly past!caroline/stefan, dark!caroline/klaus, illusions to caroline/elijah, and mentions of canon pairings.
rating: pg-13 (sexual references, character deaths (semi-minor), blood, death and all things related to vampirism.)
summary: Klaus's promise to stay away from Caroline, from Mystic Falls had been a lie hidden in the truth. He had never offered freedom, at most he offered slow suffocation, his hand so gentle she would barely feel the weight of it until it was too late. Now, Caroline has spent years running. Terrified of what happens when Klaus finally catches her, becoming new shells of herself every time she runs. But now new Originals seem to be nipping at her heels and she's tired of running and scared of who she's becoming, of what she's becoming, scared of the strangers she sees when she looks in the mirror. (AU Mid-S5 after 5x15 and goes from there.)
a/n: written for the

heroinebigbang. first big bang I've finished, yay me! artwork by the lovely

fluffyfrolicker, the rest is here.

( She’s been running from Klaus for years now, it’s hard to think of anything else. To pretend the nightmares of becoming Katherine Pierce don’t haunt her. )

title: she’s the giggle at a funeral
fandom: the vampire diaries (with a slight crossover with the originals)
characters/ships: caroline, klaus, stefan, and some visits from Elijah (caroline/stefan, caroline/klaus)
word count: 8k-ish...it kind of became a thing.
rating/warnings: pg-13, spoilers for tvd up to 6x17, regular warnings for vampires, emotionless vampires and the things they do, death, blood, and the what not.
summary: Klaus heard about the two of them long before he saw them, before he knew they were the force of nature taking the country, the supernatural world, by storm.
a/n: written for the lovely

ishi_chan who wanted to see Klaus having to deal with a humanity-free!caroline and stefan. I hope this is even a little what you wanted.
a/n 2: mostly takes place in NO, but very little from the show plays a part. it just wouldn't work for the story. so we get klaus and elijah but everyone is...gone for the weekend? also this somehow ended up being more about Caroline than anything else. it happens when I write things.

( “It’s always been a game, Klaus, you know that better than anyone,” Caroline says, “It’s just that I’ve finally learned the rules.” )

Current Mood: gloomy

title: all that we amassed sits before us (shattered into ash)
fandom: arrow
characters: thea centric, ensemble
rating/warnings: pg I think; violence (nothing graphic), talk of sex, and a little bit of accidental dream incest (Tommy). Spoilers for S3 for sure. also, not entirely sure what this is, so warnings for that I guess.
summary: She’s marble now you see. Thea doesn’t know what she was before, just that it was easy to break and glue back together (again and again.) Plastic maybe.
a/n: for the prompt: no one ever said you have to be dead and buried to be a ghost. by

kwritten who has the most ridiculously perfect prompts.

( She dreams and her mother is there with her. Her new daddy on one shoulder, a sword in his hand, and her mother on her other, a sword through her body. )

Current Mood: anxious

title: worlds shift (but you stay)
fandom: pll (fusion-ish with btvs)
pairing/characters: aria/spencer, mentions of others
disclaimer: I own nothing.
rating/warnings: pg (I think, there's kissing and killing of vampires in case you think that ups the rating.) also some angst, not full on angst, but some. because well, me, and the characters said it was to be.
summary: aria gets called as a slayer. spencer steals books from her watcher. all in all its not that different than life in rosewood always was. (it was always full of monsters.)
a/n: written for the fem!febuary comment-a-thon, for

kwritten who literally wanted "Aria the Slayer making out with spencer and killing vampires. literally that's all the end." Hopefully this is a little bit like what you wanted.

( It has a happy ending. Aria thinks that’s why Spencer likes it so much. )

Current Mood: cold

title: won’t look down (won’t open my eyes)
fandom: the vampire diaries
characters: caroline-centric and ensemble (slight/some caroline/enzo but not in a full on ship way…that’ll make more sense after you read it. I hope.)
disclaimer: I own nothing.
rating/warnings: R (for sex/illusions of sex), a tiny bit of bloodplay, minor character death, spoilers up to 6x10.
summary: she likes the bluntness and the sex and the alcohol and how it all reminds her of sophomore year in high school. before she knew that vampires existed. before she knew anything of the supernatural. when she had two living (estranged) parents, always there when she screwed up.
a/n: I don’t know what this is, just that it wanted to come out.

( Caroline Forbes is everything a grieving daughter is supposed to be. She does not turn off her humanity, the switch stays on, and she does not contemplate otherwise. She goes through the human emotions made worse by her vampire nature and she never tries to stop it. )

title: a flower does not choose it’s color
fandom: btvs
characters: dawn (mentions of others)
warnings: for mentions of blood, some self-harm references, and spoilers obviously.
a/n: writing dawn makes me nervous, so I’m sorry if it’s terrible. Written for he prompt, I'm a kitchen sink, you don't know what that means, because a kitchen sink to you, is not a kitchen sink to me, ok friend? for the new years ficathon you all should be doing. ~~just saying.~~

( She was built to protect the world. But she had the power to destroy it.(Why did everyone keep forgetting that?) )

Current Mood: sick

title: my sharp edges will make you bleed
fandom: smallville
pairing: chloe/lex (dark)
summary: chloe thinks she could pull the trigger. (obvious spoilers up to S5)
a/n: look I wrote a thing. I'm calling it a thing, cuz that's what it is. but look its only the first and I've already written something! yay me!

( She thinks about the blood on her hands and she thinks she could do it. )

Current Mood: sleepy

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fic: I rose from my own ashes
fic: I think I'm surviving in all the wrong ways
fic: you wanted happiness (I can’t blame you for that)
spamming my f-list with more words
have some more words
have some more bingo fills
fic: you remade me (and they named me karma)
multi-gen bingo fills
fic: fairytales have rules (dawn)
fic: red turns into green turning into yellow
not just a girl but a work of art (part four)
not just a girl but a work of art (part three)
not just a girl but a work of art (part two)
not just a girl but a work of art (part one)
fic: she's the giggle at a funeral
fic: all that we amassed sits before us (shattered into ash)
fic: worlds shift (but you stay)
fic: won't look down (won't open my eyes)
fic: a flower does not choose it's color
fic: my sharp edges will make you bleed

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Entries tagged with fanfic

fic: I rose from my own ashes

fic: I think I'm surviving in all the wrong ways

fic: you wanted happiness (I can’t blame you for that)

spamming my f-list with more words

have some more words

have some more bingo fills

fic: you remade me (and they named me karma)

multi-gen bingo fills

fic: fairytales have rules (dawn)

fic: red turns into green turning into yellow

not just a girl but a work of art (part four)

not just a girl but a work of art (part three)

not just a girl but a work of art (part two)

not just a girl but a work of art (part one)

fic: she's the giggle at a funeral

fic: all that we amassed sits before us (shattered into ash)

fic: worlds shift (but you stay)

fic: won't look down (won't open my eyes)

fic: a flower does not choose it's color

fic: my sharp edges will make you bleed