What with LJ being down a couple weeks ago and the site still being somewhat glitchy when I try to access it, I thought it might be a good idea to back up my fics, on the ridiculous off chance that someone would want to read them. Ha. So! Here are links to my DW and AO3 accounts, I'm cityfibers there too. Nothing's been posted yet but I'll get my fics uploaded there over the next few weeks. I'm still mainly staying with LJ; I'll just also be crossposting everything just in case.

Also saw X-Men: First Class and HELLO, summer fling fandom. I have a Supernatural AU planned for you, oh yes I do. ♥

Title: Stages of Belief
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4,108
Characters: Castiel, the Novaks
Spoilers: Up to 4.22
Summary: There's a difference between being chained to a comet and hitching a ride on one. AlwaysClaire!Castiel AU.
Notes: Written for gabby_silang for castielfest. This has also been translated to Korean here by kellythesilver, and podfic by extatiana/gwenbasil can be found here. :D Thank you guys so much! ♥

( Claire Novak disappears, one night in September, from a quiet suburb in Pontiac, Illinois.  )

People, there is a difference between the words "vulnerable" and "venereal."

Title: How the Sidekick Pictures Could've Been Worse, or The Only Fic I Ever Considered Using the Line "Will Having Sex With You Be Like Shoving an Icicle Up My Ass?" In
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Rating: PG-13ish NC-no one
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: 504, if you include the super amazing sequel.
Summary: Pete's a vampire who sparkles in the sunlight! What? Twilight? What's that?
Disclaimer: Complete and total lies. If you see your name in this, stop reading. It'll prevent a lot of awkward moments for everyone involved. Also, I don't own Twilight, which I'm profoundly grateful for.
Notes: Written for anon_lovefest , probably with the aid of metric fucktons of illicit substances. :3


( Usually I'd put a preview here, but with this fic... yeah. )

Title: Starless City
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Rating: G
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: 650
Summary: It's hard to stay for someone who doesn't want to leave.
Disclaimer: Complete and total lies. If you see your name in this, stop reading. It'll prevent a lot of awkward moments for everyone involved.
Notes: The runner-up title for this was "In Which I Prove I've Lost the Rest of My Damn Mind by Writing a Spirited Away... AU... Thingy AND I'M TOTALLY PLANNING ANOTHER ONE." Written for a prompt at anon_lovefest .

( He's no Alice, and this isn't his Wonderland. )

Who knows; perhaps this will actually get me to finish these.

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence.

I cheated. One has two sentences. Whoops.

1. Patrick lets the boat drift by itself for an afternoon, bobbing in the waves, and by the time the stars are out, little lights gleaming through holes poked into the canvas of sky, he's pinpointed the way that leads back to home.

He heads the opposite direction.

2. Linda slaps her cobbled together circuity onto the billboard, making sure the right cables are hastily connected before launching herself off the platform, and the holoscreen flickers once, twice, before it's replaced by a shining picture: her pixels, her design, her art—blue-red wires twisting through hands like veins, electric currents sparking through them like blood—replacing the flashing KIRA slogan.

3. His hands are smeared black now, but under the ash, sifted away and running through his fingers like sand, still warm, are charred pages and beakers and spirals of notebooks, warped and twisted from the heat of the fire; they're all that's left of his notes, all of his painstaking research that lasted until daybreak, hands shaking with exhaustion and eyes burning for sleep.

4. He—the—the shaman, the medicine man—sees the young boy sitting on the ground, and slowly, strangely tenderly, his eyes rest on him before he raises his hand and points, and the boy clambers up wordlessly before instantly following the medicine man's quiet beckoning; it's chilling and eerily lovely, the bone-gaunt hand resting gently on the boy's shoulder, like a father.

5. Okay, this, this is why Gerard doesn't like leaving the fucking basement to go out, because the one day out of the month that he does, he ends up tackled flat on his back while some snarling thing is sitting on his chest, snapping at his goddamn neck (Jersey sure is crazy nowadays), and holy shit, those things in its mouth sure look a lot like fangs.

Goddamn, I have long sentences.

Title: All You Zombies
Fandom: (Old school) Panic! at the Disco
Rating: PG
Pairing: Panic GSF
Word Count: 864
Summary: Jon is pretty much oblivious, up until the squelching and the maggots.
Disclaimer: Complete and total lies. If you see your name in this, stop reading. It'll prevent a lot of awkward moments for everyone involved.
Notes: I've got three WIPs sitting in my files, but instead I write a zombie crackfic for anon_lovefest. Such is life. Title taken from the short story by Robert Heinlein.


( It's eleven PM. Do you know where your arm is, Ryan Ross? )

If I don't post this, I don't think I'll ever get these fics written. So!

1. Medicine Man AU. YEAH THIS WAS REQUESTED BACK IN, WHAT, APRIL? |DDD

2. An epic three-part 16 Candles AU. Featuring Gerard the faily hunter, Gabe the (unsuccessfully) vegan vampire, and FOB, who are just, you know, awesome. Also, I am not setting this up to turn out to be a Supernatural crossover. Really. >|

3. Mello/Matt Death Note cyberpunk AU, the demon spawn of that fic for dn_contest.

4. A What a Catch, Donnie AU. SRSLY, I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THE VID, THIS IS THE FIC I MOST WANT TO WRITE. With lonely seaman (ahahahahaseaman)!Patrick, and seagull!not-Pete, and a piano, and hell, saltwater is not good for instruments, for serious.

Title: This Glorified Graffiti
Fandom: Fall Out Boy. That's right, bandfic. Oh my.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: 1503
Summary/Notes: Written for anon_lovefest; prompt was "office/high school AU." Not completely satisfied with the ending, but oh well.
Disclaimer: Complete and total lies. If you see your name in this, stop reading. It'll prevent a lot of awkward moments for everyone involved.


( Sometimes, when life gets boring, you just gotta say "fuck this," and pull the markers out. )