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Master Fanfic List

Assassin's Creed
Rumor Has It 

Avatar: the Last Airbender
Never a Doubt (Suki, Sokka)
Visiting Hours (Ty Lee, Ozai)
Count the Ways (June/Piandao)
Sokka's Mistress (Sokka, Piandao, Fat)
Metal (Zuko, Suki)
Reality Check (Mai/Aang)
Never a Player (Long Feng)
Heartbreak Woman (Mai/one-sided Kuei)
Post Mortem (Lu Ten, Aang)
Only a Moment (Yu Yan OCs)
Tea Time (June, Piandao, Iroh)
Through the Woods (Mai, Jet, Freedom Fighters)
Family Matters (June, OC)
Must Love Idiots (One-sided Toph/Sokka)
Maybe She's Born with It (Mai, Aang)
Alter Ego (Hama, Jeong Jeong)
Warrants Investigation (Mai, Hahn)
this is not a vacation spot (Long Feng/Mai)
Impulse (OC, Pathik, Wan Shi Tong)
Over Troubled Waters (Kanna/Pakku)

Even in Pink

X Men
Forewarning (Domino, Deadpool)
What Are Friends for? (Domino, Deadpool)
Time at the Top (Rogue, Remy)
Miss It in a Blink (Deadpool, Domino)
Urkel Complex (Domino, Deadpool)
Underatedly Overate (Deadpool, Domino)

Young Justice
She's still got it (Lawrence & Paula Crock)
Sisters of Dysfunction (Jade, Artemis)

Stargate Atlantis
Disabled (Ronon)
Plan B Fail (Ronon, John S.)

All through the Night
Exits are here and here
Goodnight (follows All through the Night)

The Mentalist
Blood Thicker than Water
Five Ways to Tomorrow


Chronicles of Narnia/Robin Hood
Guess Who? (Susan, Robin)
Odd New World (Susan)
The Queen Maid (Susan)
A Fine Mess (Susan, Marian)

X Men/ Stargate Atlantis
the first twenty minutes
Welcome to Atlantis

X Men/ the Man with No Name trilogy
For the Love of Money (Logan, Victor, theManWithNoName)

What do we have here?

batman: final answer
This is a mostly open journal. There is a lot fandom, fics, incomplete memes, and rambling posts. You can friend me if you like. The only F-locked posts are personal ones. If you want to friend me, tell me something about yourself, like a fandom interest or what books you're reading or any little random bit you feel like; I'll friend you back. If you just friend me, I may or may not. I'll read the F-list, and if I don't think I've anything worth commenting, then I won't. Sometimes I do.

Fics are here, and the majority are on FFNet.
keep calm

This is a story I want to write some day

Damian, they discover, is a happy cuddly drunk. Jason is a Bad Big Brother, Dick is scandalized at the corruption of his baby brother; Tim has lights and cameras going while creating several secure, unhackable accounts for the video file he'll be uploading.
Warning: Underage drinking. Adults being immature. Batfamily dynamics.

keep calm

(no subject)

1. Is there a Batman AU fic where Bruce is a criminal? I know there are alternate universes with the Justice Lords and the like, but I mean fanfiction. Because I cannot afford to buy comics.
If there is not, I might write something. (Yes, another new project that probably won't be completed in any definite way. 'Cause that's how I roll now.)

2. Also, because I'm a sap, I'm likely to write a fic for Jason where he's raised by his chop-shop working dad instead of his crackhead stepmother. Because that has to be a step up, right? Right?
I'm not sure how much is going to actually change after that (likely a lot since I don't really know the at all), but I'll figure something out.

This happened Friday, but I'm still peeved

You know how I called you and we agreed to meet al 12 on Friday to get this paperwork crap done? And how you can't pronounce my name (which I will never understand beyond people don't read, transpose what they want it to be, and are stupid. I do judge people by whether or not they say my name correctly. It's not hard)? And then how you weren't there after I stressed myself trying not to be late (was late but) BUT you weren't there.
Okay, you had an emergency. Okay, the other guy was able to do it. 
But freaking really?
Your office isn't exactly nearby, and that's gas, lady. That's money and time I couldn't spent elsewhere. I freaking ironed for you, okay? There are things in my closet that haven't been worn in months because they need to be ironed, but I ironed, and you weren't even there!
And the traffic in your town sucks. Like, make me wanna hit somebody on purpose, but that's wrong, and just so not Biblical. That's just all flesh. Plus, insurance will go up.
Ranted about it to brother-in-law and sister and he got me coffee so it was okay, but that lady is not my favorite person in the world, and I hope I don't have to deal with her very much after clinicals start.
Also, don't tell me you're in a building when you're in a trailer. I barely recognize trailers as actual structures. Be very clear with  me, and if you have an emergency, freaking call me like you did this morning, proof that you have my number.

Now back to studying for tests, finals, and doing freaking projects at the last minute...
B&W Patrick J.

NaNoWrimo: I fail

Massive fail. 30k in, and I realized that I didn't like the story. It had moments, but it wasn't right, and I couldn't figure out why, and then I started some kind of side story to try and reconcile what I thought the problem was, and of course added that to the word count, but I just didn't like it. So I stopped.
I didn't feel bad because it was just going to be a fanfic, not getting the thing published, and real world obligations.
But it was my first time trying it, and I'm glad I managed to do as much as I did. I might try to finish the story since I have so much content, and will likely cut it down significantly because it's so dang needlessly wordy and spewing much word vomit crap. With some polishing and editing, I could turn that mess into something vaguely interesting.
Once I get around to fixing the plot holes, revisioins to characters, change the POV here and there, and about a half dozen other small nitpicks.

fic: Jason_Raven

Title: Like an Angry Red Cloud
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Jason Todd & Raven Roth
Theme: Cloud
Rating: G
Words: 500
Warnings: fluff which is weird 'cause it's Jason F'ing Todd

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He doesn’t need to meditate. Not really. He’s not a monk, or a hippie, or into the new age Zen crap.

Occasionally he gets angry and kills people in creative, painful, and humiliating ways. And? It’s not like he kills people because he’s angry. It just so happens that when he does, he is.

It isn’t that Jason’s always angry. He just mostly is. So he died (was murdered, killed, beat down with a crowbar, broken, and blown up for good measure). So the guy who did it is still alive, and not even in a vegetative, comatose state even. So Bruce went and got a new kid, and Jason might have killed a few people (they deserved it by the way, he makes sure that they do ) and can’t really go home.  (What is home anyway? Did he ever have one?)

None of that is the point.

The point of the entire thesis of death is –


His eyes twitch open to look at her. She’s next to him, sitting lotus style, chakras aligned. She is so Zen, he’s sure she’s going to start floating any second. Her eyes are still closed.


“You’re not focusing.”

Her words come out leisurely with her breaths.

“I was. You interrupted me.”

“Lie. I can feel your emotions, remember.”

“Oh, whatever,” he says and throws himself onto his back, stretching his legs out.

There’s already a grey haze from Raven’s meditative incense in the air, swirling around and Jason can practically feel it on his skin. The candles and incense are supposed to make a calming, relaxed atmosphere. They make Jason feel lightheaded, like there’s not enough oxygen in the room.

“I can’t help you if you don’t try.”

“I did try. Didn’t work. Oh well.”

Jason pulls a cigarette from one pant pocket, a lighter from the other, and lights up. A pleased groan escapes his lips along with the smoke, rising and mixing with the cloud above their heads. He folds his hands under his head and stares at the gentle curve of her back, her perfect posture. She lets out a measured breath that’s closer to a sigh.

“You’re hopeless.”

“You know what Zens me out?” he asks, speaking around the cylinder in his mouth. “Blowin’ stuff up. We should do that. You would love it, I swear.”

“Okay, first. Zens me out? And second, I am not about to play with explosives with you. Because you’re insane,” she adds on.

Like Jason doesn’t know or something.

Jason grunts and adds to the air pollution, blowing lazy, smoky circles.

“I give up,” she says, turning to look at him. “Why did you even call me if you’re not going to take this seriously?”

Jason stares at her for a long, meant-to-be meaningful moment. Then he arches a brow and smirks because Raven knows, pretending not to. With a resigned air, she lays back, steals his cigarette, and breathes out a thin trail of smoke.

Yeah. Not always angry.