crimson and clover

So this is it. This was meant to be my heroine big bang but things fell wayside and that fell apart but God; this fic has been in production for over a year and outlasted... well, too many things. I realised I was on my 99th story on AO3 and y'know, I really wanted this to be my 100th.

This is the epic model au - it's so ungodly niche that it's unlikely anyone but me will ever truly care about it but it's real now, it's finished, and that's important. It is also incredibly difficult to summarise.

So here's the need-to-know: Amy Pond is a model and Dawn Summers is her jet-setting writer ex. Mental health issues are explored, as are relationships, all beneath the veil of haute couture. Alternatively, it's a story of self-exploration. Oh, and somehow it's ten thousand words.

Thanks to the usual suspect (kwritten) for nudging me about this since its inception (and I'm sure other people were telling me to get this done a year ago but I can't remember who... but I did it)

just ringing in my ears
fandom: doctor who/btvs
pairing: amy/dawn
rating: explicit
excerpt: The flashes could set her on fire, but they don't. Amy smiles and shifts and the clothes shift with her, clasped around her body like a second skeleton bent on entrapment.

I'm not sure what else to say. My life continues to spiral but that's something I'm used to now. Writing is still an outlet (and the poetry is actually going quite well, well enough that it makes me feel happy and almost optimistic - and that's one hell of a something. I love you all.

continuation of the ficathon fics!

swan song
btvs
dawn
teen

(for lynzie914 they gave you life, and in return you gave them hell)


( the seams of myself undone are more than the whole of you )




these are your thorns
tvd/to
rebekah/klaus(/stefan)
mature/explicit (bloodplay, originalcest, threesomes, murder and other shenanigans)


(for lynzie914 hey sister, do you still believe in love i wonder?)

( bite your name into my back like you believe i'm yours )




tread the sky
btvs
dawn
pg

(for kwritten at a totally different ficathon, i think; So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something.)


( stars when you shine, you know how i feel )

Still here, not here. Kinda equal measure. Not writing/writing everything, just not round here, sorry. (I love you)

February is the worst month. Meeting a new psychologist soon, I think it's a good thing.

Sorry this is stunted, I'm just mostly in a monosylabic place. Other hand, things are pretty again. I made some stuff, thought you guys might like them.( things have changed for me, but that's okay )*hugs for everyone*

not!fic that isn't not!fic, but really isn't fic, either.

Whatever. Here's a handy list of liferuiners:

Alice Morgan (God and Other delusions)

( Our Father )

Cassie Ainsworth & Chris Miles (These Kids Are Not Alright)

( Chris Miles is not a snail. )

Dawn Summers, (What's a haiku, anyway?)

( fuck your tomorrow )

Elena Gilbert (sic transit gloria)

( she didn't come to set herself on fire )

James Cook (and the absence of whatever)

( She's made of fuckin' lightning, she is )
Martha Jones (Open Heart Surgery)

( she's alright )

Natasha Romanoff, You are

( it is not her voice, not her mother tongue )

Raven Reyes (5 objects or less)

( 5) Spanner )

Veronica Mars (Eat Me, I'm Done)

( I haven't quite worked out yet what she'd make of me now )

Winnifred Burkle (White Rabbits Running)

( follow the white rabbit into wonderland )

Hey kwritten, I finished this

Enjoy (if that's the word)

Title: About A Poison Apple
Rating: Teen
Summary: They're already renegades at heart. Call this catching the rest of themselves up with the sentiment.

( If you stay I can even wait all night or until my heart explodes how long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm? you can run away with me any time you want )