Feygan's Drowning Pool

Breakfasting In Stockholm (Hannigram)

Wed, 31 May 2017 00:10:42 GMT

Title: Breakfasting In Stockholm
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Hannibal
Pairing: Hannigram
Characters: Will Graham, Bedelia Du Maurier
Summary: AU where surgeon Hannibal kidnapped Will as he was moving to New Orleans to join the police force. Will was rescued and Hannibal is in prison. (Really it's just Will in Bedelia's office justifying his love for Hannibal.)
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"I've never known myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him."

His face was beatific as he described the man that had so completely changed his life, his whole world.

Hannibal - the name itself had a weight behind it. And the man--the monster--loomed so large that Will disappeared. And he didn't mind it. He was glad to give himself up to Hannibal's greatness. To be subsumed by his love.

"Without him, I feel as though I'm ceasing to exist." He frowned, a furrow forming between his brows. "I need him."

"You don't need him, Will. You know that."

"That's easy for you to say, Dr. Du Maurier. You don't feel how I feel."

"Will..."

"No." He opened his eyes and looked directly at her, stared into her eyes for the first time ever. She looked startled. It could have been funny, if he wasn't so tired (so empty).

"I need him more than he needs me," he said. "I'm terrified that he's never going to come back. That he's done with me" (doesn't love me).

"Will. Listen to me: Hannibal kidnapped you. He assaulted you. He performed criminal unethical psychological experiments on you. It is only luck that you are still alive."

He snorted. "I notice you didn't say that I was whole."

"No, I didn't. But you are getting better, I promise you that. You don't need him."

"But what if I want him?"

"You can't have him, Will. He's a sadist and a narcissist, which are bad enough. But he's also a kidnapper."

"He kidnapped me. And I forgave him." Will fisted his hands to keep from biting his fingers. "I love him."

"And that's why you can't see him, Will. I cannot in good conscience sign off on you visiting him in prison."

"Please," he hated the desperate whine in his voice. He sounded like a wounded animal. "I need your signature. They won't let me see him without your signature."

"No, Will."

"I need him to keep loving me."

"Will - No."

He wanted to scream and yell--to destroy her office--but he didn't want to be committed again. He'd die in there.

"Our time is nearly over," she said. "I'm not going to authorize your visit to the prison. And I want you to think about why."

"I know why!" he shouted. "Because you think I went crazy when he... he did those things to me. But I didn't.

"He... he is transcendent. He is light and warmth, and when he filled me up, it overflowed. He made me beautiful.

"I've never felt beautiful before. He's the only one." His breath hitched in a sob. "I'll die without him."

She crossed her legs. "No you won't. You will learn to live and be happy again. It's the only way to survive."

"Don't I get a choice?" he asked plaintively.

"Not this time, Will. Go home. Pet your dogs. Take a walk..."

"And come back next week," he finished for her.

"Exactly," she said. "And Will..."

"Yes?"

"Stop sending him letters."

"I..." He wanted to lie, to say that he hadn't been writing any letters. But the warden had probably contacted her.

"You may continue to write the letters for yourself, but you have to stop mailing them," Dr. Du Maurier said. "You need to stop trying to contact him, Will. For your own mental well-being."

"I'm fine."

"You said that you would die without him."

"Hyperbole. What else could it have been?"

"A clear sign that you are in no mental state to decide Hannibal Lecter's place in your life." She sighed through her nose, finely drawn nostrils flaring minutely. "You cannot see him, Will. Not now, and not for a long time."

"You mean, never. You don't ever want me to see him again."

"That is what I would recommend, yes. But we both know why I didn't phrase it that way."

"I wouldn't have taken it as a challenge," he grumbled, knowing it was a lie. When it came to Hannibal there was no room for logic in his head, just the all-encompassing whatever this was that was his love for Hannibal. And no matter how many people tried to tell him it wasn't real -- it was real to him. That was all that he knew.

Everything he felt for Hannibal was real because he was feeling it. Like static electricity but under his skin, it was the itching uncontrollable inevitability of obsession. Nobody could meet Hannibal and not get a bit of a taste for it (for Hannibal), but nobody else had ever spent so much time with him and lived. Nobody but Will.

"I miss him," he blurted out.

Dr. Du Maurier's gaze was a heavy thing upon him. "I know," she said. And both of them were reminded that she had known Hannibal Lecter once. It had been the reason Will chose her as his therapist: the idea that she would understand.

"Hannibal is a force of nature," he said. "There's no stopping the changes he makes."

"And do you feel changed by him?"

Will scoffed. "How could I not have been? I was so young and foolish. He climbed into my head and made himself a home there. And now I never want him to leave."

"But do you think he should -- leave your life, that is?" she pressed, gentle, ever-so-gentle, eyes sharp to the sudden shift that could sometimes go through his mood. He appreciated her care as much as he hated it.

"Hannibal is never going to leave me," he said. "He loves me."

"For all you know, he doesn't remember who you are. You can't know that he loves you."

"I know," Will said. A not-unpleasant warmth went through him at the thought of the secret he had kept so well. "He loves me and I love him, and if you would just let us write to each other, you would be able to see that our love is real."

"Be that as it may, I cannot in good conscience sign off on you exchanging letters with Hannibal Lecter. I'm sorry, Will. But the two of you will not be communicating."

Will wanted to argue, but it wouldn't help his cause. "Let's shelve the letter writing at this time," he offered. "I have other things happening in my life than letters to Hannibal. I... I, ah, I found a new dog. His name is Winston."

Her sigh at hearing about him adding another dog to his pack was a relief. She'd accepted the subject change, even if just for the moment. He could work with that.

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FIC: The Sound of Bells (Ella Enchanted/Hannibal)

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 00:30:13 GMT

Title: The Sound of Bells
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Ella Enchanted/Hannibal
Characters: Prince Charmont, Hannibal Lecter
Notes: Char is 7 in this story, and Hannibal is 12

Summary: Char tumbles off the trail into the Old Woods, chasing the sound of bells. It leads him to a boy.

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Char had been told to stay out of the Old Woods. It was said to be a passage between worlds and was filled with powerful magics.

He hadn't been able to stop himself.

There'd been the tinkling of distant bells and he was tumbling off the trail and through the trees. His imagination created images of Lady Pollyanna's delightful dancing dog. She'd brought it for a visit one day in spring as a belated treat for his seventh birthday.

He'd played with the dog for hours, burying his fingers into its fluffy white fur. He'd laughed delightedly when the dog -- Moja -- would rise up on her back legs and dance whenever Lady Pollyanna snapped her fingers.

The silver bells dangling from Moja's red silk tutu would jangle as her tail wagged back and forth. The bells on her red leather collar would play counterpoint as she spun and twirled and performed the occasional flip.

From the instant he'd met Moja, Char was in love with her. She was the dog he'd always wanted.

And maybe that was why Lady Pollyanna had never returned to Court. Because when Char wanted things, his parents tended to ensure he got them. Even when the original owner didn't want to give them up.

He loved Moja, but he would never want to take her away from Lady Pollyanna. So he didn't ask that she be brought to see him. He just quietly missed the clever dog.

Until he heard the sound of her bells in the distance and none of the warnings he'd been given about the Old Woods were important. Because if Moja was in the Old Woods, she had to be lost. She needed his help. He had to find her.

He chased through the woods after the sound of bells. Farther and farther away from the track he ran until it was a distant memory and he was desperately lost.

But always there was the sound of bells drawing him onward.

Until he burst out of the trees into a clearing. And there was the trickle of a creek and a bank of green grass and small flowers. And sitting in a circle of toadstools, a chain of silver bells sounding their chimes between his hands, there was a boy.

A boy with startling reddish-brown eyes and sharp teeth he showed in a snarl when he saw Char.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Char said. He didn't let his fear show on his face and kept out of lunging range.

The boy cocked his head, a furrow forming between his brows. He said something in a strange language. It sounded like a question.

"I don't understand you," Char said. "Are you a fairy? Have you come to steal babies and curdle the milk?"

The boy didn't answer, though he stood up. Char took stock and figured the boy was a few years older than him, maybe as old as Alfie, the 12-year-old kitchen boy Char wasn't allowed to play with anymore. ("He's a peasant, Char. It's inappropriate for you to call him your friend.")

"Who are you?" Char asked. He curiously took in the boy's odd clothes -- trousers like he'd never seen before and a drab gray sweater with worn spots at the collar and cuffs.

"I'm Char," he said. At the boy's questioning sound, he tapped his own chest. "Char. Char. My name is Char."

"Ah," the boy said. He pointed at his own chin. "Hannibal. I am Hannibal."

"Ha-Hannibal," Char said. And smiled.

* * *

Hannibal was confused about how he had come to this place, but not sad.

He'd fed himself on thoughts of revenge. Wrapped himself tight in blankets of rage and hate. Fantasized fiercely over all the horrible things he would do to those men once he found them.

Those thoughts were distant now. As though everything from Before was a dream -- nightmare -- someone else had lived. Even sweet Mischa felt faraway, a bittersweet melody overwhelmed by the joyful ringing of the bells he held.

He sat cross-legged in the spot he'd woken and shook the bells. He ran the thick silver chain they hung from between his fingers, silencing some bells and causing others to sound.

Over and over he jangled the bells. He was spellbound by the sounds they made. He couldn't stop shaking them, over and over, a song building between his hands.

There was the snap of a twig breaking and a gasp.

Hannibal ran the bells through his hands one more time, then looked up, his lips already pulling back in a snarl. (No one would take his bells from him. They'd been in his hand when he woke up. They were his.)

There was a boy of around seven staring at him. Tousled brown curls and wide grayish-blue eyes gave him a cherubic appearance but there was stubbornness in the line of his jaw and the way he held his lips.

Hannibal knew he'd never seen the boy before. Yet there was the feeling of such familiarity and overwhelming fondness that he didn't know what to do at first.

Luckily the boy -- Char, as he introduced himself -- was happy to take charge.

Which was how Hannibal found himself tromping through the woods toward Char's home. The younger boy cheerily taught him the language as they walked.

The bells hung from Hannibal's waist and chimed with every step. The sound made him feel brave and bold, as though promising that everything was going to be good again, like before Mama and Papa and Mischa and the orphanage and all the bad things Hannibal had been through.

It made him wonder if someone had been listening to his prayers. The ones that didn't involve blood and death and ripping those men into tiny pieces. The prayers that begged for someone to save him.

Hannibal followed Char and allowed himself to hope, the sound of bells drawing him onward.

See? This is all I ever wanted for you Will. For both of us.

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YAHF: Eat Your Friends and Family

Thu, 17 Dec 2015 10:27:56 GMT

YAHF: Eat Your Friends and Family
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Hannibal

Browsing the racks of Ethan's Costume Shop, he found his eyes drawn to the mask and straitjacket combination against the wall. When he looked closer, he saw that the costume included a pair of hospital-style pants and a white tee shirt bundled in a gallon-sized Ziploc bag.

"Hm. 'Hannibal the Cannibal,'" he read. "Interesting."

The price was $18.95, which was--barely--within his ridiculously low budget. It seemed like kismet that he would buy the outfit.

Pulling the crumpled $20 out of his pocket, he headed toward the cash register. He had a feeling that this Halloween was going to be unforgettable.

* * *

He'd been in his cell, and now he was standing in a cramped bathroom with the sounds of an obnoxiously loud party vibrating through the door. It left him a bit confused... and peckish.

He pulled the hated mask from his face and dropped it in the garbage. He sneered at the straitjacket loosely draped around his shoulders and sent it to join the mask. Then he washed his face, straightened his hair, and riffled through the cupboards and drawers until he found something that made him grin.

Hannibal Lecter left the bathroom with a box cutter loosely held in his fist.

He didn't know how he'd come to this place, but he knew that tonight would be memorable.

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Test

Thu, 10 Dec 2015 00:32:11 GMT

This is a test

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Has anyone read Allies & Enemies?

Sat, 28 Feb 2015 10:36:46 GMT

I wish there were more reviews/discussion of "Allies & Enemies." There's these two good ones on Goodreads => https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22048906-allies-enemies <= but that's been it. Nobody else is saying anything, so I'm left wondering if people even like it.

I don't need super praise or love or whatever. I just want to see a little feedback. It's kind of like quality assurance. Should there be more stuff like this, or do people want something a bit different?

Plus what does "...I now understand the table flipping issues of others..." mean? Are there discussions happening right now where people are bitching that A&E is terrible? Do they have questions they would honestly want answered? Because I would be ecstatic if people asked questions about the Heroes & Villains universe.

I'm gonna write what I'm gonna write. But it would be nice to know if people are enjoying things, or if they want more detail or specificity or something. Idk.

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ORIGINAL FIC: Being Blaise: Conquistadore

Sat, 28 Feb 2015 09:33:51 GMT

This one goes out to Katherine. She's a wonderful patron and friend from Patreon.

Title: CONQUISTADORE
Author: Harper Kingsley
Original Fiction
Genre: drama
Rating: mature(?)
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He's not a bad guy. At least, he doesn't think he is. He's just someone that knows how to take care of himself in any situation. He's not the kind to leave an opportunity unplucked.

There's always been a hunger in him. A boundless need to survive. No matter what test was thrown at him, he always fought to the very end. It was one of those things that kept him special: pure.

Sometimes he feels a genocidal fury. The echo of his people at home, their fierce warrior spirit and their need to subdue, conquer. He hates that part of himself. That sour evil persona that rode in his skin.
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Is it sad that I'm super sad right now?

Sat, 28 Feb 2015 08:52:30 GMT

Is it sad that I'm super sad right now? Uh.

I've got so many worries pressing down on me that I can't tell which ones are real and which ones are just in my head.

It's scary to be so uncertain all the time. It makes me come off stranger than I really want to be.

Whatever. All I can do is carry on like nothing's wrong.

And possibly spam my feelings out into the universe via LJ entries and odd scribblings.

They're the only way that I can communicate at the moment. I mostly feel like there's something lodged in my throat when I try to speak. It's very frustrating.

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Have you ever read a story that was depressing?

Wed, 27 Aug 2014 03:43:17 GMT

Have you ever read a story that was depressing? Like, there's nothing
wrong with the story itself and it even has a happy ending, yet
something about it leads to this sense of unending sadness? It's one
of the strangest sensations ever. The sense of unreality. Of wandering
through a world that's not quite in sync with the world that everyone
else is living in. A feeling of unendurable sadness that eats away at
your insides, making the backs of your eyes ache to cry. The worst
thing is not even knowing why you're sad. It happens by itself.
Happiness turns to sadness, contentment turns into an unreachable
dream. Life shouldn't be so weird.

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Lauren Bacall has died. RIP

Wed, 13 Aug 2014 06:46:14 GMT

Amongst the sad news of Robin Williams' death, it hasn't gotten as much immediate coverage, but Lauren Bacall has died at 89 years old. Here's her page on Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lauren_Bacall.

RIP, Lauren Bacall. Loved you in "How to Marry a Millionaire."

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SLASH FIC: Fight [Batman, Edward Nigma/Jonathan Crane]

Fri, 01 Aug 2014 14:28:15 GMT

Title: Fight
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Edward Nigma/Jonathan Crane
Genre: action, drama, slash
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 7756
Author's Note: In this story, Nigma is an accepted member of Gotham's rogues scene, but he's only been seriously committing crimes for a couple of years. He is still building up his reputation and hiring his henchmen.
Summary: After leaving Scarecrow to the tender mercies of Batman, Nigma gets pulled in.

Part of the 2014 Riddler Reverse Bang: http://riddlerrbb14.livejournal.com.

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Being a criminal in Gotham was like being a baker anywhere else. It was just something people did to make a living. At any given moment there were dozens of henchmen ready and willing to take on a job, and that was all it was to them, a way to make money. There was no moralizing about right and wrong, there was only the fear of being caught.

Edward Nigma, commonly known as the Riddler, didn't usually bother with hiring henchmen. His plans didn't require outside help for the most part, plus there was the pesky need to pay them. No, he'd much rather handle things on his own, which explained why he was already on edge when the Batman appeared outside his warehouse.
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JtAH 11

Thu, 31 Jul 2014 11:45:40 GMT

Narcissus sounded amused. "My people receive quite a lot of money to provide the security for the Havenshire. Why would I risk such a lucrative contract with the vampires for you?"
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Riddler Reverse Bang is coming up, baby

Wed, 30 Jul 2014 04:53:23 GMT

My Riddler Reverse Bang story has taken a turn by become a proto-series. What is wrong with me?

It's Riddler/Scarecrow slash, and though I don't have a name for the series, the story for the bang is "Fight."

"Fight, Flight, and Fury" is the first series, then there's "Love, Lust, and Lies."

My posting date is August 1st. I will keep you apprised.

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FIC: Rolling In the Deep (16/?) Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim

Wed, 30 Jul 2014 01:46:12 GMT

Title: Rolling In the Deep
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Character: Riddick, Vaako
Other Places: AO3.
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world. The Necros and Riddick have to deal with the natives. And giant monsters.

Precious was grumbling at the lack of kills, and part of Riddick agreed with her dissatisfaction. Being civilized had never sat well with him, the rules of society chaffing at his nerves.
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P2P (Pull to Publish) -- or Publishing your fanfic for profit

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:52:58 GMT

I have bit my tongue all these months, not saying a single word other than a few comments on other peoples' posts, but I just can't handle it anymore.

If you've gotten into fanfiction so that you can pillage peoples' love of their various fandoms, then you are a complete and utter tool and I want nothing to do with you. Seriously, I am completely disgusted by people saying "I'm going to start writing fanfiction so I can get a big following and make a billion dollars." You know what, Fuck you.

Fanfiction and fanart and everything to do with fandom is about love. It's about unselfishly offering a bit of yourself up to other people so everyone can see what it is about your particular fandom that you enjoy so much. It's not about making money.

IT'S NOT ABOUT MAKING MONEY!( There might be a little harsh language )

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LBSBSS 04

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 11:53:10 GMT

Title: Little Bit Strange, But Still Special
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake

Spike's hand on Xander's wounded arm gripped hard enough to hurt, but
Xander didn't try to pry him off. He knew Spike needed some kind of
anchor when all the metaphysical weirdness happened.

There was something about this world that affected Spike's demon
strangely. When the metaphysical power was being slung around to the
point that Xander could feel it... Spike would already have lost it.
Not in a happy feels kind of way either.( Read more... )

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Fic Master Post for OtStW, JTAH, LBSBSS, FTtSoL, TWWS

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 02:25:18 GMT

These stories are currently in progress and will be updated as I go. These sections here pick up where the story left off.

OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Character: Oz, Jason Schuyler
Genre: pre-slash
Blurb: Oz finds himself in Anita-land and tries to fit in. Jason helps.
tthfanfic.org: http://tthf.me/t6xX.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/139569.

JOURNEY TO ANOTHER HELL IV
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Character: Xander Harris, Jean-Claude, Asher, Nathaniel
Genre: slash
Blurb: Vampire!Xander continues his adventures in Anita-land. It's all fun and games until someone sticks a Spike in it.
earlier series: http://www.tthfanfic.org/Series-78.
tthfanfic.org: http://tthf.me/C6rL.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/406983.

LITTLE BIT STRANGE, BUT STILL SPECIAL
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Character: Xander Harris, Spike
Genre: slash
Blurb: Events at Graduation went differently, and the whole universe was changed. Then Spike and Xander find themselves in another dimension.
tthfanfic.org: http://tthf.me/j6ae.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/139721.

FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LOVE
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Draco Malfoy, Charlus Potter
Genre: slash
Blurb: Draco never planned on being a veela. He also never planned on being captured by the Dark Lord. Good thing Narcissa loves her son ... even if she's just sent him back to the 1930s.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/424069.

THE WORLD WITH SHRIMP
Fandom: BtVS/Harry Potter
Character: Xander Harris, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger
Genre: slash, het
Blurb: Willow killed the Puppy. Vampire!Xander thought the better part of valor was leaving Sunnydale and the Master behind. Which means a trip to merry old England.
tthfanfic.org: http://tthf.me/a6Wr.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/667962.

ROLLING IN THE DEEP
Fandom: Pacific Rim/Chronicles of Riddick
Character: Richard B. Riddick, Siberius Vaako, Hermann Geiszler
Genre: action, gen
Blurb: The Basilica has crash landed on a primitive world. The natives proclaim it the Genie's Lamp and see it as the greatest weapon available to defeat the kaiju.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/902836.

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SLASH FIC: Off to See the Wizard [BtVS/Anita Blake] Chapter Fifteen 1/2

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 20:55:45 GMT

Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Rating: mature

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

If there was one thing Oz really hated, it was getting shot. It was just something that always put him in a bad mood.

And when he was in a bad mood, he tended to want to rip the throat out of stuff. Namely: Anita Blake, super bitch extraordinaire.

She'd been pretty much riding his last nerve and had finally crossed that invisible line where he wasn't about to give her anymore second chances.

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Recs 001

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 09:18:04 GMT

Title: In the Company of Friends
Author: DarkestSight
Fandom: Avengers movie
Characters: Tony Stark, the Avengers
Genre: genfic, slice of life
Status: COMPLETE
GAN NOTES: This story has totally inspired me. I never really thought about what having the Arc reactor could really mean. Hope there's more.
Summary: Tony wakes up feeling like crap and finds himself longing for the times he lived alone and it was a lot easier to get a simple cup of coffee.
Go read it: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8273092/1/In-the-Company-of-Friends

Title: Invigorating
Author: Crunchysunrises
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Pairing: Buffy/Asher
Genre: genhet, relationship
Status: WIP
Summary: Buffy leaps into Glory's portal... and lands in the Mississippi River.
GAN NOTES: This is a WIP that I've been following religiously as it's been updated every single day so far. I'm really enjoying it. Buffy is in Anita Land where she blends in and builds herself a life. Mostly from Asher's point of view as he interacts with her and they form a relationship, and she totally tries to be "secret identity girl" and I love the fact that she is just this normal girl and it's like he's receiving a balm for all the awful things he's gone through over the years.
And seriously, I'm kind of leaning toward Anita being a villain by series end. I'm just waiting for her to realize that she's worse than all those awful bad guys she's always killing and stealing people and authority from. So the idea of Buffy being there and giving Asher and the others a place to turn that's not Anita and her shoot first, don't ask questions later approach. It's like, she is a Federal Marshal, so why doesn't she ever call in the cops? Why has she always been such a cowboy? Because seriously, if she helped train the cops and prepared them, there wouldn't be so many deaths. But she's actually pretty selfish and she loves being in the news and in every one's face all the time.
Go read it: http://tthf.me/FlKJ

Title: Man of Iron, Father of Gold
Author: Lunabell Marauder Knyte
Fandom: Iron Man/Harry Potter/Avengers
Characters: Harry Potter, Tony Stark
Genre: genfic, kidfic, deaged!Harry, Daddy!Tony
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: Tony's in London on a business meeting and escapes for a little while.On his walk he runs into an orphan...he should walk away,he shouldn't care,he wasn't up for this...but when you tell one Tony Stark that he can't do something, he does it anyway to prove you wrong.Besides...how can he say no to those woefully sad eyes that don't belong on a six year old. Deaged Harry.
Go read it: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8186086

Title: Ophelia Dreams
Author: Aisling-Siobhan
Fandom: Avengers movie
Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark
Genre: slash, darkfic
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: Loki/Tony It started with a kiss, then it spiraled into madness. Tony can't regret and Loki won't, and they continue what they started in their dreams. Every night, Loki makes Tony dream of him.
GAN NOTES: Kind of beautiful, like most all of Aisling-Siobhan's stories, but sad at the end. Mature content.
Go read it: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8238562/1/Ophelia-Dreams

Title: Truthfully
Author: Salazarfalcon
Fandom: Avengers movie
Characters: Loki, OFC
Genre: genfic
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: Loki had every intention of wreaking havoc upon Midgard the moment his suicide attempt had failed, it was just too bad that Midgard ended up being so distracting. Who knew that such a primitive society would have such a novel concept as therapy?
GAN NOTES: Like in the comics Loki keeps coming back to Earth and battling the Avengers, but in-between all the crazy he starts building himself a life amongst humans. And with the help of a wonderful therapist -- something they don't have on Asgard -- he begins to work through his problems.
Go read it: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7876901/1/Truthfully

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GENFIC: The Dragon of Hogwarts [Harry Potter/Highlander]

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 07:31:19 GMT

Title: The Dragon of Hogwarts
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter/Highlander
Genre: genfic
Rating: teen
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Highlander the Series.

Summary: The Sorting Hat's song about the Fouders and the founding of Hogwarts has a very different meaning.

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Sometimes I'm mean

Wed, 04 Jul 2012 07:42:44 GMT

My first response: "Oh, ugh, why would you put your face on there? You're ugly."

Then I felt really, really bad.

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South Park cartoon vid

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 08:26:59 GMT

I'm sorry, but this is the world's best South Park Apple fanvid EVAR http://preoprix.tumblr.com/post/26299928303/bad-apple-sp-parody-bad-turd-3-days-and-618

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Go me!

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 23:34:15 GMT

Whew, just signed my first book contract. I'm actually very excited about it. I can't wait until I get the paperback copies of my book. Plus, you know, money.

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"Off to See the Wizard" excerpt

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 07:20:45 GMT

Working on "Off to See the Wizard." There should be an update in the next couple of days, though I'm sorry to say that writing fanfic is currently not one of my top priorities right now. Still, I made a very serious promise to myself that I would wrap up all current long fics.

After it's all done, I'm probably just going to do short one-shots if I keep writing.
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She'd been pretty much riding his last nerve and had finally crossed that invisible line where he wasn't about to give her anymore second chances.

Being shot really hurt and he figured he was going to be having a bad time of it later. But at least she hadn't used silver, so he was able to get back up again. Just BLAM! and through the explosive agony in his chest, he got to experience the weird star burst pain of the back of his head bouncing against the floor. He was pretty sure he might even have a concussion, though he wasn't letting the double-vision get one up on him.

He lay on the floor and let the Rage fill him until that was all there was, and through the darkness, his Beast burst out of his skin in a thunderous rush of claws, fur, and ripping TEETH.

Sometimes Changing was the worst kind of pain. It was like having all of the skin torn off his body in one swift jerk while someone pulverized all his bones and remade him as a slavering monster. And other times—this time—it was like he'd been released from some terrible prison.

The world had fallen into shades of monochrome, but scents wavered in the air as bursts of bright "color," or what his brain interpreted as color. He leapt to his feet and opened his mouth and roared as hard as he could, saliva spraying freely against her cringing face.

She made to turn and run, but he was already in motion, his powerful legs sending him hurtling at her. She shot him a couple of times—painful stings against his broad hairy chest—but he was in such a state that he barely noticed them as anything more than annoyances. He was in the kind of dark headspace when all he could hear was the snarl of his Beast reverberating through his chest and more than anything he wanted to cause lasting pain.

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eyePhone

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 09:05:17 GMT

Twitter is a million voices all babbling away at the same time. If the eyePhone (from Futurama) was real and everything was sent directly to your brain to such a degree that you can't see anything else... would you even notice the difference?

Think about it, if everything was constantly being updated straight to your brain, it would be like another version of real-time and your brain would compensate for the time lag. It naturally does it in other ways, so it would quickly adapt. Probably dizziness for a couple of days, then you're fine.

I'm totally going to use that concept in a story now. I just find it so fascinating. It's one of those things that digs its way into my brain.

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The Red Bead: One [webserial]

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 19:56:02 GMT

Title: The Red Bead
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: organized crime, mm, webserial

Summary: Anselm "Anse" Lotham starts out as "just a guy," then events go out of control and he becomes the head of his family. He is hard as nails and nothing can touch him -- except he's haunted by his old online persona of "Eli" and the man he refuses to love. Because once upon a time Anse was a completely different person, back when he still occasionally wore dresses and answered to the name he was born with. But Poppy's dead now, and so is the love she used to have for some boy he never knew.
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