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Title: Drag
Fandom: Ultimate Spiderman (Marvel Comics)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jessica Drew takes a shower and her first steps into her new life.



Remember that movie? The one where the guy dresses up like a girls so he can infiltrate some club, get the job, win the better or whatever? There’s probably a dozen of them so take your pick, really. They all have the scene where he faceplants trying to walk in heels and that heartwarming moment where he realizes that maybe sexism is kinda bad. There’s usually some girl who’s willing to overlook all the lying and cross dressing enough to hook up with him after the big reveal. Good times, right? Comedy gold.

That is not Jessica’s life.

*****



Her first shower as Jessica Drew (as opposed to a gender-flipped Peter Parker knock-off) is at the Jamaica Armory woman’s shelter on 168th Street. She runs her soapy hands down her body, skimming across her breasts and down her flat stomach to tangle in her pubic hair. It’s not pervy. It’s her body and Peter touched his all the time. He marveled at his spider-given muscles and jerked-off to visions of Mary Jane. It’s not any different just cause she has lady parts.

She explores her folds. She’s intimately familiar with Peter’s body but doesn’t have the first clue about her own. Can girls even masturbate with just their fingers or do they need a vibrator or something? Jessica prods and strokes until she hits a spot that sends a zing straight through her whole body. Holy crap, was that her clit? Any chance of her finding that again?

“Come on, chica,” a woman complains from the other side of the shower curtain. “That’s your five minutes. Save some hot water for the rest of us.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jessica hurriedly rinses off. She can’t believe she just did that. Even Flash Thompson isn’t dumb enough to jerk-off in...
Posted: 6 Apr 14 18:52 • More • Comments
Title: Damian Wayne: Gotham’s Youngest Man of Mystery
Fandom: DCU, Batman Comics
Characters: Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, OC
Summary: Despite being the son of one of Gotham's most prominent citizens, little is known about Damian Wayne. A Gotham Gazette reporter sits down with the family for an exclusive interview with the city's youngest man of mystery.


WHEN Bruce Wayne announced two years ago that he had fathered a child out of wedlock, reactions were mixed. No one was surprised that the notorious playboy had a love-child, but they were absolutely shocked to learned he’d managed to keep it a secret for nine years. Since then, Damian Wayne has been a regular presence at his father’s side at press conferences, events and fund raisers. Despite numerous public appearances, the boy remains a mystery. Who is his mother? Where did he grow up and where has he been for the past few months? I recently sat down in an exclusive interview with father and son and met the boy behind the mystery.


DAMIAN Wayne (11) is a small, solemn boy trailed by an enormous black dog named Titus and a more reasonably-sized tuxedo cat called Alfred. He apparently also has a pet cow but she’s not allowed in the house. He offers to introduce me later. “Damian likes animals,” Bruce explains. “He recently became a vegetarian.”

Even after introducing his son to the press, Bruce has shied away from any mention of his child’s mother. Damian strongly resembles his handsome father, but there is something exotic in the angle of his cheeks and the shape of his eyes. His skin is a gold-brown color which hints at Asian, or possibly even Hispanic, heritage. His accent is more British than American. Is his mother someone famous? A model or a starlet perhaps? Or is she simply a girl from the Wayne Enterprises mail room who caught the boss’s eye?

Like his father, Damian categorically refuses to discuss h...
Posted: 22 Dec 13 16:44 • More • Comments
Title: People Skills
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Rating: PG
Character: Bolin
Summary: Bolin’s not too smart but he’s good with people and he’s okay with that.
Disclaimer: Legend of Korra and its characters are the property of their creators and not me.


Bolin knew he wasn’t really all that smart. Maybe it was all those blows to the head or maybe it was because he’d spent, like, two second in school before his parents died. Either way, he wasn’t too bright and he was okay with that. Sure, he’d never solve crime like Mako or come up with crazy brilliant ideas like Varrick, but he couldn’t exactly bend like the Avatar either. Everyone had their talents and Bolin’s was people. Not knowing which ones were bad for him, he was terrible at that, but making them like him.

It sounded kind of lame, but it was a good skill to have. Back when they were kids and they had to steal and run numbers so they could eat, Bolin had figured out that if he smiled the right way or did the thing where he made his eyes super big and quivered his lip a little people would just give him stuff. When Mako had gotten sad or had a nightmare, Bolin could always make him laugh and things would be okay again. In the arena, Mako and Korra had been amazing, but Bolin was the one fans loved. He gave them a show and signed all his autographs with a sketch of Pabu’s face and they just ate it up. Even now, after losing all those times, people still chanted his name just for sayingfans and Republic City and it’s great to be back.

And it was great, being back. Sure, the little family he had built around himself was falling apart, but that was normal right? People in families did their own thing all the time. Mako had crime to solve, Korra had a war to start and Asami had one to monger. And Bolin? He had a stupid outfit and a new fake name and a job he wasn’t q...
Posted: 6 Oct 13 21:42 • More • Comments
Title: The Thing with Wings
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: PG
Characters: Aang, Bumi II
Summary: Aang has a son. He's going to teach him airbending and never be alone again.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and its characters belong to their creators and not me.



His son was born with coal-black hair and dark gray eyes. He was beautiful and perfect. Aang grinned like an idiot through his tears as he held him for the first time. What he had felt when Hope was born was nothing compared to this. He had a son. Aang would teach him airbending. They would make fruit pies together and bend them at people. They’d play air-ball and have air scooter races. Someday his son would have children of his own and Aang would never be alone again.

The next day, Aang took Bumi flying and the wind sang his joy.

****

At one year old Bumi ran around with his arms out and the wind ruffling through his hair. “Look, Daddy, I’m flying,” he laughed.

He was always laughing, always moving, as free as the wind. There was so much to do in Republic City, but Aang always made time to be with his son. They went flying, practiced circle walking and even meditated together. Or, at least, Aang meditated while Bumi dozed on his lap. Real meditation could come later. Aang had so much to teach him, so much to share, and he was looking forward to every minute of it.

****

Most kids started bending around their second birthday, but Bumi hadn’t started yet. He’d actually managed the spinning gates and even knew a handful of basic airbending moves, but had yet to create a puff no matter how hard he tried. Aang watched his son chase Zuko’s daughter around the courtyard as he shared his concerns with the guys.

“Maybe he’s just a late bloomer,” Zuko offered. “I didn’t start bending until I was nearly three.”
...
Posted: 28 Sep 13 20:26 • Comments
Title : Tales of Albuquerque - Act 4
Fandoms : Avatar: The Last Airbender/In Plain Sight
Rating : PG
Characters: Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Zuko, Iroh, Brandi Shannon, Peter Alpert, Ozai, Azula
Summary : A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hid out from the Flame Triad in witness protection.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and In Plain Sight belong to other people. I'm just messing with them


Federal Courthouse, San Francisco
Present Day


By the time Mary hits the hallway Lee is nowhere in sight. There are still a handful of people lingering from the trial but after the little show in the courtroom they are all studiously avoiding eye contact. Even as Mary considers interrogating them about any hysterical teenager sightings she hears a crash from the men’s room.

Lee is standing with his back to the door when she barges in. He’s hunched over, hands on his knees, panting slightly. The trashcan lies slumped against the wall where Lee threw it, its contents, a sea of paper towels flecked with needles and a used condom, are dashed across the floor.

“Feel better?” She asks. “Want to borrow my gun? Put a few rounds in it?”

Lee just glares. Apparently property damage is not as cathartic as you might think. “I want to testify.”

“Wait, what?” Who is this kid and what has he done with the Lee who just this morning was ranting about not being a traitor.

“I want,” he repeats through clenched teeth, “to testify. Is it too late to do that?”

Mary considers the boy in front of her. He is simultaneously the calmest and the angriest Mary has ever seen him. It’s pretty clear that whatever brought this on is a heck of a lot more serious than the fact daddy never loved him. “Have you ever seen him commit a ...
Posted: 16 Jun 13 22:06 • More • Comments
Title : Tales of Albuquerque - Act 3
Fandoms : Avatar: The Last Airbender/In Plain Sight
Rating : PG
Characters: Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Zuko, Iroh, Brandi Shannon, Peter Alpert, Ozai, Azula
Summary : A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hid out from the Flame Triad in witness protection.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and In Plain Sight belong to other people. I'm just messing with them


Federal Courthouse, San Francisco
Present Day


The courtroom isn’t crowded, but it’s filling up. Marshall and Mushi are already seated directly behind the prosecution team when Mary escorts Lee to an isle seat three rows back. A trail isn’t a wedding but people tend to sit like it is. The seats on the prosecution side are filled with upstanding citizens in their Sunday best while the defense side is more sparsely populated by a number of dangerous, shifty-looking men and a pair of identical elderly women.

The defense team strolls in like they’ve got this in the bag. Mary strains to catch a glimpse of the famous Ozai Wang, father of the year and all around swell guy, but he’s impossible to distinguish from the pride of impeccably dressed lawyers who surround him. One of them, a petit Asian woman, breaks away from the pack and heads towards them as the rest take their seats. Up close she looks a little young for her law degree and the second he spots her Lee stops rubbernecking his father and freezes like a deer in the headlights.

“Why, Zuzu,” she greets him with a smirk, ignoring Mary entirely, “I’m surprised you’d show your face here.” Her gaze lights on Lee’s burn scar and her smile becomes a sneer. “Especially that face.”

Lee’s hands ball into fists in his lap. He’s shaking slightly and Mary can’t tell if it’s rage or terro...
Posted: 8 Jun 13 16:41 • More • Comments
Title : Tales of Albuquerque - Act 1
Fandoms : Avatar: The Last Airbender/In Plain Sight
Rating : PG
Characters: Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Zuko, Iroh, Brandi Shannon, Peter Alpert, Ozai, Azula
Summary : A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hid out from the Flame Triad in witness protection.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and In Plain Sight belong to other people. I'm just messing with them



Albuquerque, New Mexico
Present Day





Mary can feel her anger bubbling under the surface of her skin like a teapot threatening to boil over as she frog-marches a sullen, battered Lee down the locker-lined hallway. His lip is split and there are the makings of a bruise on his right cheek. Considering he’s been doing martial arts since he was four, Mary’s pretty sure it’s a case of you-should-see-the-other-guy.



This has not been her day. Between arranging security for Mushi’s trip to testify in San Francisco next Monday and trying to keep Brandi from blowing more of Peter’s money on some pipedream, she has enough on her plate without dealing with teenage drama. The traffic from the office had been a bitch and getting a lecture from the vice-principal and guidance councilor about Lee Wang’s attitude problem was not how she had wanted to spend her lunch break. He’s been suspended for the next two weeks and right now she’s wishing they lived in a society that was okay with caning.



She hauls him outside through the double doors and down a flight of stairs before flinging him at the passenger’s side of the car. She waits until he is buckled in before rounding on him. “What were you thinking?” She yells.



Lee slumps petulantly in his seat. “He started it.”



“Oh, he starte...
Posted: 2 Jun 13 09:21 • More • Comments
Title : Tales of Albuquerque - Act 1
Fandoms : Avatar: The Last Airbender/In Plain Sight
Rating : PG
Characters: Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Zuko, Iroh, Brandi Shannon, Peter Alpert, Ozai, Azula
Summary : A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hid out from the Flame Triad in witness protection.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and In Plain Sight belong to other people. I'm just messing with them


They say family shapes us. Nature, nurture, it gets you coming and going. First, you’ve got your genetics; grandma’s eyes, Uncle Stan’s receding hairline, all that fun stuff. Then there’s the more subtle inheritance of conditioning and expectations, actions and reactions. Next thing you know, you’re an alcoholic just like mommy or a crazy Libertarian railing against daddy’s left-wing hippy politics. Fight it all you want, no one ever escapes. We are who are families have made us.


Albuquerque, New Mexico

Present Day





Mary sprawls in her comfy chair across from where her sister, Brandi, and her sister’s boyfriend, Peter, cuddle on the couch as they enjoy some post-dinner wine. Well, she and Brandi enjoy the wine, Peter enjoys some pomegranate juice, but it’s nearly the same color. The dining room table is still cluttered with plates, chopsticks and the remains of some excellent Chinese food, but Mary’s in no hurry to clean up. She’d rather have painful rectal surgery than admit it, but she’s missed this since Brandi and their mother moved out. She used to long to have her house to herself, but these days it feels like she has too many guest beds and not enough guests.



“-Then, she opens up the trunk and says, ‘I thought it’d be bigger.’”



Brandi laughs like Peter’s story about...
Posted: 27 May 13 15:13 • More • Comments
Title : Tales of Albuquerque
Fandoms : Avatar: The Last Airbender/In Plain Sight
Rating : PG
Characters: Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Zuko, Iroh, Brandi Shannon, Peter Alpert, Ozai, Azula
Summary : A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hid out from the Flame Triad in witness protection.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and In Plain Sight belong to other people. I'm just messing with them
Note: Thanks to Mike for the image.



San Francisco
One Year Ago


Our scene opens on a city street at in the early evening. The architecture is an appealing blend of fanciful Asian-inspired roof-lines and bland Western ones festooned with brightly colored signs written in a mish-mash of English and Chinese. Parked cars line the steep street waiting for someone’s parking brake to fail. Muted sounds of traffic from neighboring streets and the chatter of a thousand TVs fill the air and everything is as peaceful as a large metropolitan area ever gets.

Onto the street step two men, well, a man and a boy, really, coming out of an office building that purports to be in the import-export business. The man is a short, Asian Santa with gray hair and beard and jolly, twinkling eyes. He is soft and round and filled with a Zen-like calm even the Buddha would envy. By contrast, the boy is all hard angles and hard muscles pulled taunt over a seething mass of teenage angst constantly threatening to burst free and set the surrounding world ablaze.
“How can he possibly justify treating our people like this?” the boy rants as the two head down the sidewalk. “They’re our employees, not our slaves! They work hard for our family and deserve our respect.”

The older man nods, fishing the car keys from his pocket, and makes noises of agreement in the proper places. He c...
Posted: 19 May 13 20:57 • More • Comments
Title: Erosion
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica
Rating : R
Characters/Pairings : Kara Thrace/ Leoben Conoy
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and its fraked-up characters belong to their creators, not me.
Summary : And so it goes. The mountain of her will pitted against his stupid fraking streams.
Warnings: Violence and murder, coercive sexual relations, dub/non-con, seriously unhealthy relationships


It’s not like she’s expecting when he takes her. He doesn’t rape her, doesn’t torture her, doesn’t hold her face down in a barrel of water. He just talks, not threats even. It’s all whispered endearments, psychobabble and crazy prophecy bullshit. Kara Thrace and her special destiny as his personal frak-toy.

She finds a way to kill him before the end of the week. It’ll probably come back to bite her in the ass, but she needs to show him that she won’t play his little mind games. A few days later he comes back, just as gentle and patient as before, and they start all over again.

***



He goes away sometimes. Not just when he’s dead, but like he has a job, something better to do than play this frakked-up game of house. There’s nothing to do while he’s gone, no books, no wireless, nothing. She does push-ups, runs up and down the stairs and imagines what she’d paint on the walls if she could. She talks to herself, pounds out angry tunes on an invisible piano and wonders if she’s going crazy.

The first time she finds herself relieved to see him she kills him messy. She spends the next day scrubbing his blood from the carpet just to have something to do.

***



She wakes in the night from a dream of them fraking, frantic, covered in paint, against a wall. It wasn’t making love, but it wasn’t quite hate-sex either and now she’s wet and gasping. Her hand is already down the front of he...
Posted: 17 Apr 13 21:09 • More • Comments
Title : From a Cylon8
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica
Rating : PG-13
Pairings : Sweet!Eight/Felix Gaeta
Disclaimer : Someone else created them, I just play.
Summary : Three short stories of what was and what could have been for an Eight on New Caprica.


Empty

Eight feels numb when she wakes up in her new body. Then the memories hit and the pain rushes in. She remembers explosions, gunfire and the snarling faces of the insurgents storming the detention center who shot her like her life, like her baby’s life, were nothing. By the time she’s downloaded, its all over. There is nothing left on New Caprica but Cylons, corpses and trash.

Felix is gone.

It’s not that she loves him. She doesn’t, not like Caprica loves Baltar or her sister Eights love Helo and Galen. Felix had been an assignment, nothing more, but he had been hers in a way that nothing had ever been before. He had been hers to have and to hold, to lie to in the dark, her fingers combing through curls that belonged to her too. He’d kissed only her, frakked only her, loved only her. But she hadn’t loved him, not his dumb trusting eyes or the way his handwriting was unlike anyone else’s. No, she hadn’t loved him, didn’t love him. She’d just thought he’d be hers forever.

Her Felix is gone, but Gaius Baltar had stayed. Out of all the humans, he was the only one. Eight hates the sight of him. She hate’s Caprica’s smug face and the way Three floats about with her sister Eight’s child in her arms. She hates the insurgents who shot her and Felix who left her. Above all, she hates her new body. She knows it’s exactly the same as her last one, it just feels so much emptier.

***




Fool

The day Felix Gaeta is taken into custody for spying against the Cylons, Eight tracks down the handful of people s...
Posted: 29 Apr 12 23:15 • More • Comments
Title : Six Seeds
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairings : Baltar/Caprica, Gaeta/Sweet!Eight
Summary : It’s winter on New Caprica and they’re all Persephone here.
Disclaimer: The show belongs to other people. I play with their ideas.



“Did you know, as a child I was dedicated to Demeter and Ares?” Gaius asks, head down, pen hovering uselessly over the latest Cylon decree. They’re imposing a ten percent tithe on all of New Caprica’s meager agricultural products. It’s just another form of rationing and an excuse to detain the owners of the worlds’ last remaining goats.

“A farmer’s son and this” – he angrily waves the document in Felix’s face, crumpling the edges in his clenched fist – “this is my harvest.” He’s just drunk enough that his posh accent is slipping, a bit of Aerelon’s harshness seeping through the cracks, and Felix can almost believe that this little rant isn’t just another one of Gaius’s lies.

Drawn by Gaius’s tantrum, his Six slips from the sleeping area, ready, as always, to make everything better. The possessive hand she rests of Gaius’s shoulder is gentle, but she glares at Felix like its his fault her lover is drunken wreck being forced to steal food from the mouths of his people. “Is everything alright?”

Gaius drops the rumpled document and cradles his head in his hands. “I have a headache,” he whines like a petulant child.

Caprica smoothes his hair and reaches for his meds. Bracketing him gently in her arms, she carefully shakes a pill from the bottle into the waiting palm of his hand. Her face is a picture of concern, tenderness and affection. Felix almost feels sorry for her.

Gaius contemplates the pill in his hand. “I was a child of Demeter, but now I belong to God.” He raises the pill, displaying it like a priest with a temple ...
Posted: 18 Apr 12 23:15 • More • Comments
Title: Comedy Hour
Fandom: Batman Comics
Characters: Joker, Robin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fair use or copyright infringement? Your call.
Summary: After Batman & Robin #13, Joker and Robin spend some time together


Robin giggles and gasps, trembling as Joker clasps him to his chest. Sure, Gotham’s finest are shouting and waving guns about, but it’s nothing the kid needs to worry his little bird-y brain about. Even Gotham cops wont shoot a child hostage and Joker, well, he has plans. Places to go, people to kill and there’s party favors aplenty enough to get them out of here in Robin’s magic belt. They could do with more kick but hey, if you can’t blow up the ones you love, you use the bombs you’re with.

By the time they hit the streets, covered in soot and blood and laughing like loons, there’s a real wheeze in bird boy’s chuckles and his lips are tinged with blue. It wont do at all, this bird’s in hand and there’s no time to check the bush, but it’s still a few more blocks from the station before he shoves the kid down on the secluded stoop of a crumbling tenement. Sirens are playing his favorite tune and somewhere something is burning. It’s another beautiful nigh in Gotham and no one will bother them here.

Robin’s head lolls back against the stairs, his face as pale and toothsome as a skull. He’s a few heart beats away from passing out and Joker wonders if it's chaos enough for him, struggling for breath behind his first (and last) real smile. "Get it yet?" Joker whispers in his ear. The kid laughs in reply and the joke must be funny as hell if the tears oozing from the mask are anything to go by.

Joker gives his shoulder a pat and roots through his new belt of goodies. "Hmm, lock pick.. gas mask...oh, chewing gum!" He ditches the useless crap and pops the gum. Spearmint, blech. What’s wrong with good, old fashioned b...
Posted: 4 Dec 11 15:49 • More • Comments
Title: The Gods Must Be Crazy
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Xander, OCs
Disclaimer: I own DVDs, not the show and not Xander. It would be neat if I did, but, sadly, no.
Author’s Note: The Bushmen are a real ethnic group known by many names including San, Basarwa and Kung. Since Bushmen is the term they consider least offensive and I consider most pronounceable, that’s the one I went with. Their language is called !Kung and it is click language. All the strange punctuation and symbols in the middle of words represent specific clicks. Don’t ask me to pronounce them.

Previous parts here


IN: So, did you just start driving?

XH: Ah, no. The Central Kalahari Game Reserve is bigger than some small countries and, you know, a desert. You don’t just drive into it, not unless you want to be a very dry corpse. You need supplies and maps and a plan.

IN: So what was the plan?

XH: You know in Westerns when the posse goes and stakes out a watering hole?

IN: Yes. [Pause] Wait, that was your plan?

XH: Yeah, actually. It’s cliché for a reason. In the dry season, there are only so many places to get a drink so everyone shows up at a watering hole eventually. Of course, the Central Kalahari Game Reserve is practically the size of Denmark, so hitting the same one as our Slayer was sort of like finding the pub in London where you promised to meet your friend when the only part of the name you can remember is “the.”

IN: As plans go, that doesn’t seem especially, well, promising.

XH: Still beats wandering aimlessly in the desert.

IN: Touché. So, how did this staking out the watering hole work exactly?

XH: Well, Xi had this handy-dandy geological survey map with all the natural water sources and man-made wells. Once we gotten supp...
Posted: 28 Jul 10 20:36 • More • Comments
Title: Gather Up Every Wayward Lock
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Rating: PG
Characters: Katara, Azula, Toph
Disclaimer: Avatar, it’s characters and their issues belong to the show’s creators and not me.
Summary: The girls do their hair.


Katara braids her hair. Mom used to do it for her. She’d comb it first with long, luxurious strokes until it flowed smooth and shimmering as a waterfall. Then she’d divide it and braid it up with shell beads and bits of pretty. But mom is gone now and the only hair style dad knows is a wolf tale so Katara braids her own hair. It always pulls to the right and it’s not the same.
***


One of her attendants pulls her hair too hard and Azula smacks the woman across the face with the offending brush. Her mother actually makes her apologize to the stupid cow-hippo and declares that Azula will do her own hair until she learns that servants are a privilege and not a right. She stands by while Azula struggles and with every frown of her tutors at her sloppy top-knot Azula feels a stab of hate.

The next morning her hair is an elephant-rat’s nest and Azula is too angry to cry. Her mother stops her before she can hack it off or set it on fire.

“You have such beautiful hair,” she sighs as she de-tangles the knots and brushes out the mess gentler than even the most attentive servant. Azula considers chopping it all off anyway, just on principle, but ends up leaning into the brush strokes instead.
***


Every morning Mu Yin does Top’s hair. It’s just another thing Toph is too blind and helpless to do on her own like getting dressed, walking the garden unattended and blowing on her own soup. Every morning Mu Yin tames Toph’s bed-head, twisting and tucking her hair into submission behind the confinement of her headband. The old servant is so gentle and determinately kind Toph just wants to scream....
Posted: 3 Jul 10 21:22 • More • Comments
Title: Groceries
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Character: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: Kripke owns them, I just play
Summary: The boys go shopping.
Note: This was largely inspired by Amonitrate’s meta on supernatural and economic instability. Seriously, you should check that out.


Daddy snores on the couch with his mouth open. Sammy hadn’t woken up when he got in last night, but Dean must have. There are bruises on Daddy’s knuckles and a short, neat line of Dean’s tidy stitching across his cheek. Daddy was always tired when he came home like that. Sammy thinks being a traveling salesman must be hard. Sometimes people just really didn’t want to buy things.

They need groceries; cereal, milk and sandwich fixings. Dean teases Daddy’s wallet out of his pocket, so careful and quite that Daddy doesn’t wake up at all. There’s a whole five dollars inside and Dean’s face goes all funny and tight when he sees it. He fishes it out and leaves the open wallet on the table next to Daddy’s gun like a note.

Dean goes to get his coat out of the closet except it’s Sammy’s coat now. He misses his old one. It was blue and the bestest coat ever, but then one day it’s sleeves ended at his elbows and it was too tight to button. Dean’s old coat, Sammy’s new one, is red and plaid and ugly. It’s so big the tips of his fingers barely reach past the ends of the sleeves and Dean always has to help him with the buttons. Daddy says he’ll grow into it, but Sammy isn’t sure he wants too. The blue coat was better.

Dean doesn’t have a coat to grow into, he mostly just wears lots of layers, but Daddy’s asleep so Dean shrugs his big, leather jacket on. He flips the collar up in back like Daddy or Steve McQueen in The Great Escape. On them it looks cool, but on Dean it looks like th...
Posted: 21 Mar 10 15:06 • More • Comments
One of my drabbles "Messages or After the Beep" was nominated for the third round of the Absence of Light Awards. Thank you to whoever nominated me. Don't forget to check out all the other nominations. There's some good, if dark, fic there.
Posted: 19 Mar 10 14:06 • Comments
Every person has flaws, it’s an essential part of what makes us human. All the best characters have flaws too, which is what makes us like and care about them. When writing fanfiction, it is important to be aware of and make use of these flaws, both in terms of character development and plot. Below is an analysis of the character flaws of 6 of Avatar’s main characters, how they evolve over the course of the show and how they may evolve in fanfic future.



Aang



Aang’s defining character flaw is the tendency to avoid conflict wether physical, emotional or moral. He does this by running away, making compromises, trickery and deceit or by denying the problem exists. In many respects, this is a good thing, especially in a world at war. On the other hand, by seeking to avoid conflicts that need to be faced head-on, Aang actually often prolongs the conflict like in “Bitter Work,” Ba Sing Se and the whole war in general. By denying moral and personal conflicts in “Waterbending Scroll” and “The Runaway,” Aang makes himself complicit in immoral acts. Nine times out of ten in the series, Aang eventually steps up to deal more or less effectively with that episode’s problem, but usually only after much hemming and hawing. Aang is clearly capable of stepping up when needed, but his trouble taking immediate, decisive action is likely something that will continue to cause him trouble.

Aang also has trouble grasping that actions have consequences and taking responsibility for them. Among other things, he encourages Katara to board the Fire Nation ship, takes the mail-shute ride from hell, builds a zoo out of someone else’s farmland, attacks the Earth King’s palace and blows up a factory and, each and every time, is surprised when it doesn’t go well. While he feels both guilt and shame over his actions, it is not until Book 3 that he really beings to take responsibility for those actions. This is, most li...
Posted: 11 Feb 10 21:54 • More • Comments
Title: The Gods Must Be Crazy
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Xander, OCs
Disclaimer: I own DVDs, not the show and not Xander. It would be neat if I did, but, sadly, no.
Author’s Note: The Bushmen are a real ethnic group known by many names including San, Basarwa and Kung. Since Bushmen is the term they consider least offensive and I consider most pronounceable, that’s the one I went with. Their language is called !Kung and it is click language. All the strange punctuation and symbols in the middle of words represent specific clicks. Don’t ask me to pronounce them.

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XH: Ah, okay. So fast-forwarding two weeks and a hundred or so stories to New Xade.

IN: New Xade?

XH: The other resettlement camp. You remember how I said Kaudwane was bad? New Xade is actually worse. We’re talking literal crap in the streets, Sunnydale-high murder rates and the smell, well, let’s just say it really put the hell back in hell-hole. So, it’s the fifth day there and we’re listening to this old woman go on and on about how death first came into the world while her granddaughter plays with some rocks in the corner. It must have been the fifth or sixth time I’d heard it, I hadn’t showered for a week, and I just sort of snapped and asked if she knew any stories that were more, ya know, recent.

IN: Did she?

XH: Actually, she just glared at me like I was the rudest person on the planet. It was the little girl who told me about how the word on the street was some //gauwasi had killed this girl, !Nai.

IN: Some what? How can you even pronounce that?

XH: [Laughs] With lots and lots of practice. //Gauwasi are essentially the evil undead.

IN: Ah. Like vampires.

XH: Or malevolent spirits, yeah. It’s a pretty broad term for an...
Posted: 26 Jan 10 22:55 • More • Comments
Title: Pooka Boo
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Written for da_halloween Halloween prompt 35
Characters: Alec, Original Cindy, Max, Logan
Disclaimer: I own a TV, other people own the show.
Summary: Maybe Ben’s hallucinations started out random and fluffy too.


It started with a sandwich. It was a real peanut butter and jelly sandwich made with real peanuts and real what ever the hell jelly was made out of. Some old lady with a whole plateful of them had given it to Alec when he delivered her package. He stopped in Kerry Park to enjoy it before heading back to the drudgery of gainful employment. The sandwich was crunchy and gooey and really, really good.

Alec was six bites in when he noticed the horse. The cops sometimes patrolled the park on them because nothing said imposing authority figure quite like an armed man on horseback, but this one didn’t have a saddle. It was sooty black with weirdly luminous golden eyes and was staring at Alec’s sandwich, at least as much as an any animal with eyes on opposite sides of its head could be said to stare at anything.

“Want some?” Alec asked jokingly. The horse made a horsey sound and nodded its head like it understood English. Alec laughed and offered up the sandwich. The horse took a surprisingly dainty bite leaving behind grass-stained teeth-marks and horse germs. Alec frowned down at what was left of his tasty tip. “You know, on second thought, why don’t you finish the rest?”

“Much obliged,” said the horse and trotted off with Alec’s sandwich.

Alec sat staring blankly on the park bench and waited for reality to catch up. It was a horse and horses didn’t talk except, of course, the famous Mr. Ed and Alec was pretty sure that was just dubbing over crappy 1960s special effects. It must have bee...
Posted: 31 Oct 09 16:13 • More • Comments
In “Dead Man’s Blood” we learn that vampires are so rare Sam and Dean didn’t believe they existed, and yet we’ve had a vampire episode in nearly every season. In “Free to Be You and Me” we see Dean working a vampire case during the Simple Kind of Man montage. It isn’t the main hunt at all but the question is, why vampires? Because in the Supernatural world, vampires and vampire episodes are associated with one key element; denial.



In “Dead Man’s Blood” the boys learn that vampires are, in fact, very real and that John knew about them for some time and choice to conceal that fact. Similarly, John’s old hunting buddy Daniel Elkins had lied to John about having the Colt. In Bloodlust, we see Sam and Dean shortly after their father’s death and Dean insists he is doing fine. If Dean’s over-the-top behavior in this episode and his abuse of the Impala in the previous one didn’t make it clear that Dean is lying, his confession in the next episode does. Similarly, in Fresh Blood, Dean is in denial about his fears about going to hell and acts recklessly and violently until Sam calls him on it.

In “Free to Be You and Me,” Dean is once again waist deep in the river of denial, this time about just how much he misses his brother. Our first clue about this is the visual call back during the vampire killing scene to a similar one in Bloodlust. Don’t believe me? Check out Blackjedi’s pictoral comparison. The next sign comes in the montage when Dean gazes longingly at the passenger’s seat. Despite his sarcasm and initial reluctance to help, Dean immediately attempts to shoehorn Castiel into the role of little brother, straightening his tie, trying to get him laid, making jokes at his expense and bucking him up with inspirational speeches. After the brothel scene, Dean laughs like hasn’t laughed since “Hell House,” mostly because his life suc...
Posted: 27 Sep 09 12:45 • More • Comments
We are all aware that Sam has powers, but where did they come from? What was Azazel’s role in shaping them? And what about Dean?



Since the first mention of Sam’s psychic powers in Bloody Mary, we’ve seen Sam have prophetic dreams, prophetic visions, a bout of telekinesis and the ability to exorcize demons with his mind. The so-called “special kids” also had similar abilities along with telecoercion, super-strength, hands-of-death and the ability to control demons. On the other hand, we have also seen people who were not chosen by the demon who also had psychic tendencies. Missouri, Pamela, Chuck and Roy Le Grange all “saw” things or had psychic premonitions, Lucas Barr caught vibes off of Peter Sweeney’s ghost and fallen angel Anna had telekinesis. Clearly, one does not have to be chosen by a demon to have powers. I would argue that Sam’s powers, and the powers of all the other psychic kids, are naturally theirs and not the product of demonic tampering. After all, in Lucifer Rising, Lucifer tells Azazel to find, as opposed to make, a special child. Ruby’s statement “You didn't need the feather to fly - you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo” also backs this idea up.

So then what was the point of the blood in the mouth then? I would argue that the purpose was three-fold. Firstly, demon blood most likely enhances these powers. In In the Beginning, Azazel says “Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals, it makes you big and strong.” He says nothing about demon blood giving someone psychic powers, rather it seems to act like anabolic steroids on an already gifted athlete; it enhances what is already there. We see this again with Sam and Ruby where after drinking her blood he is better able to use the powers he already has.

The second thing I believe the initial demon blood did was to mark the children. In In the Beginning, Azazel is able to tell that Dean is not one o...
Posted: 15 Sep 09 20:10 • More • Comments
Title: The Gods Must Be Crazy
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Xander, OCs
Disclaimer: I own DVDs, not the show and not Xander. It would be neat if I did, but, sadly, no.
Author’s Note: I started writing this back in 2006 for the Scatterlings and Orphanages Challenge. I did not make the deadline but have been playing with this since. It’s about half-way done and I’m posting the first part to make me finish the rest.
Author’s Note: The Bushmen are a real ethnic group known by many names including San, Basarwa and Kung. Since Bushmen is the term they consider least offensive and I consider most pronounceable, that’s the one I went with. Their language is called !Kung and it is click language. All the strange punctuation and symbols in the middle of words represent specific clicks. Don’t ask me to pronounce them.


[Transcript of Watcher Council interview with Watcher Alexander “Xander” Harris recorded March 10, 2007]

IN: So, let's talk about your first official assignment.

XH: The Gods Must Be Crazy. You’ve seen it right?

IN: Is that the one where a suitcase falls out of a plane?

XH: No, that’s Luggage of the Gods. This is the one where this Coke bottle falls from this airplane into the Kalahari and gets found by these Bushmen. At first they think it’s all cool and useful. It’s a masher, it’s a musical instrument, it slices, it dices, and also makes Julienne fries. But it turns out to be nothing but trouble and the main character has to go on all these wacky adventure to make the gods take the damn thing back.

IN: Er [Pause] Is this entirely relevant?

XH: Oh, it’s totally relevant. See, all these new Slayers? At first, they were all cool and useful with the world save-age, but turns out there were a l...
Posted: 23 Aug 09 22:53 • More • Comments
Title: Anise Rides Again (9/9)
Fandom: Stargate SG1/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Character: Anise/Dean Winchester, John Winchester
Disclaimer: Stargate, Supernatural and their characters are the property of their respective creators. I own nothing.
Summary: While delivering vital information to earth, Anise takes a new host.

Previous parts here.


John hung up the phone feeling pretty damn annoyed. Things had been a little strained between them since Sam left and there had been something with that girl in Ohio back in the spring, but enough was enough. Sleeping in when there was a job lined up was unacceptable. If Dean thought he could pull this passive-aggressive shit just because Sam wasn’t here to do it, then he had another thing coming.

By lunchtime the following day, John was assaulting a cheeseburger with undue malice and mentally reviewing the details of the dressing down Dean would get once he showed up. Did he think this was some kind of game? People, kids, where dying. If Dean was off getting drunk or laid instead of doing his damn job he was gonna be in some serious shit when John caught up with him.

The next morning over breakfast the local news station playing at the diner ran a story about the latest missing child. Little Missy Katt had gone missing around 11 the night before while John was leaving another irrate voicemail on Dean’s phone. Well, John was done with waiting for back-up that wasn’t coming. It took another day to find her, but in the end it was John walking, well, limping, out of the abandoned building with a live little girl beside him and a dead monster behind. That night he stitched up the gash in his leg with a bottle of Jack for the pain and wondered how he had managed to raise sons who thought they could just walk away from him, from the job, like it didn
Posted: 7 Aug 09 23:21 • Comments
Title: Anise Rides Again (8/9)
Fandom: Stargate SG1/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Character: Anise/Dean Winchester, Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal’c
Disclaimer: Stargate, Supernatural and their characters are the property of their respective creators. I own nothing.
Summary: While delivering vital information to earth, Anise takes a new host.

Previous parts here



Dean was both wrong and right. The situation wasn’t anything like the Alamo, but the results would be the same. They were trapped between a lab with a bomb and a room full of armed Jaffa in a corridor too narrow for them to make any real use of their weapons. Teal’c’s bulk blocked the doorway effectively making it impossible for anyone else to fire. He was holding his own for now, shielded in part behind the still partially closed door, but it was only a matter of time before he fell.

I’m sorry I dragged you into this.

Hey. Something in Dean’s mental voice cut through Anise’s guilt and despair like a slap to the face. Goonies never say die! Anise caught a flash of skeletal pirates and plucky kids, popcorn at the drive-in and Sam from Lord of the Rings and shook her head. She wasn’t a Goonie and their story wasn’t going to have a happy and photogenic ending.

In the corridor, up a head of them, Major Carter had apparently come to the same realization. “Colonel,” she said, laying her hand across his arm and drawing the man’s attention away from his futile attempt to find a clear shot. “I just wanted to say” -she took a deep breath- “It’s been an honor to serve with you, sir.”

Colonel O’Neill’s face was strangely blank in the corridor’s dim light as he looked from the Major’s face to her hand on his arm. “...
Posted: 4 Aug 09 22:50 • More • Comments
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