An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Comicverse crackfic circa Winding Way.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Comicverse crackfic circa Winding Way.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Headcannon backstoriness and insanity :)
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Portal Crackfic written before Portal 2 was a thing.
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Portal crackfic.
Read more »Forty-Three Minutes, Twenty Seconds
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ancient Kira/Odo written between seasons, and possibly before _His Way_. Contains smut, violent flashbacks, violence aftermath and babbies.
You have been warned.
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Flotsam in it’s loquacious entirety. Up on AO3.
Read more »Through a combination of bright magic and dark science, my best beloved has managed to revive my mac lunchbox!
I instantly transferred ALL of my fics to my dropbox account and, from there, shall be transferring them in alphabetical order to my AO3 account.
Updates will be put in my queue.
Stand by ^_^
Read more »Someone requested “any DS9 fic”. So I picked the silliest one I had.
This is a silly fic. It is a very silly fic indeed.
Disclaimer: Deep Space Nine and all the characters therein are registered trademarks of Paramount. I just happen to like it so much that I happen to play with them a little.
A big thank-you to RAIL and the discussion on Magic Elves, without which my first real attempt at parody would not be here
Elf
Read more »Oneshot unfinished ficcy below the cut:
The Everfree Demon
InterNutter
Nopony liked to venture far into the Everfree Forest. The last time Fluttershy had gone this far in the vast, unnatural tangle, she had been with her five friends. On their quest for the Elements of Harmony.
Fluttershy went even deeper into the dark, foreboding labyrinth. “Clara?” she tried to shout, but it came out as a murmur. “Come back to me? It’s dangerous in here. Chick,
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
The still of the night. Theoretically, a time when every God-loving creature slept soundly. Millie left her quarters, eyes well used to the night, and found the master keys. She took extreme care not to make a sound as she slid silently into the darkness of the basement.
The hallways beyond the familliar caverns of the laundry engines were much like residences in some kind of bomb shelter. It was a gloomy and eerie place, devoid of life.
The
Read more »Interactive fanfic going below the cut:
From the pic at https://webspace.utexas.edu/lw385/period/X1899.jpg and the phrase, “Born into a world that clucks it’s tongue in ungentlemanly disapproval of them…” from Lesli’s site ^_^ I got the mental image of Scooter in a straw boater and wondered exactly how… *gothic* I could make such a fanfic foray.
Then I realised that I have next to zero time to write any fanfic,
Read more »Continued from yesterday, concluding today:
‘I want… I want respect,’ said Jason at last, 'I want to get what I deserve, to live proper. Like you said…er…. boss, I’m better than those bums, I got powers. Why the hell should I live in the streets?’
Magneto nodded. 'Well said,’ he rumbled, 'and you’re right, it is a great injustice that people such as us should be treated so by the
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
When the X-Men finally left the sewers, it was with heavy hearts and a sense of importunable dread at something indefinable, yet close. None of them could forget the rainbow of expressions flitting fitfully across Nightcrawler’s face, and Scott might have given his eye teeth to have Jean there as telepathic translator, had he not been so certain to keep her away from all things blue and fuzzy.
Nightcrawler was even more het up about this whole
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
‘It’s just the time of year,’ sighed the winged woman, 'makes me think sad things, sometimes.’
'Like what?’
'Like my family.’
Niota’s face crinkled with confusion, 'why’s it sad to have a family. I like having a family, even if we’re not properly related or nuthin’.’
Kaze smiled warmly at the little figure, 'I’m not sad becaue I have a family, I&
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
After the fiasco with the paints, lights and the spaghetti, the Warren decided that some sort of ‘proper’ decoration was needed.
So it was that, after fishing up some funding the, Humane Foundation started to be decked in large amounts of gold and silver tinsel.
Everyone joined in, Kaze and Warren flew round the rooms, hanging decorations on hard to reach nooks and crannies in the walls. Sandra organized teams of volunteers, putting them to tasks ranging
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