let's gather feathers.

Title: Five Days
Fandom: Watchmen Z!verse/Left4Dead
Characters/Pairings: Rorschach/Dan, some L4D guest cameos.
Date Written: 2011
Summary: "It takes five days to change," says the graffiti. When you don't know if you're immune or not, it's a hell of a long time to wait.
Rating/Warnings: R for language. Warning for attempted suicide, but under the circumstances it's pretty understandable.
Notes:  For hc_bingo, which I have so far utterly failed at. 'zombie apocalypse'. So of course I had to take my already-sick-of-zombies zverse boys and throw the L4D verse at them. D:

( The door slams shut under their combined weight, an impact they can feel in their bones. )

All six watchmen trolls:



annnnnnd hero-mode Walter reacts to his Trollian screw-up:



Yeah, this obsession will burn itself out eventually, I'm sure.

Okay, a few things I wanna throw out there.

First - thank you for the spider, wednesday42 :D :D SO CUTE.

Second - I've been scarce for a while, and that's because I've been trying to square away schoolwork as much as I can so that I will be as free as possible during November. Doing pre-lab reports ahead of time, writing papers ahead of time, etc. That's also why I put such a hard push in to finish off BTB: wanted it to not be nagging at me during November.

Which brings me to point three: NaNo. I'm doing it this year. There will be zombie cowboys. There will be derpy bird-nerd cowboys. There will NOT be much time available for other stuff, so expect the scarcity to keep up for a while. I wrapped BTB but I know Vigil and a few other KM-based WIPs are still languishing; I'll get back to them after NaNo's over.

Fourth: I have a full hoboschach getup that I have never actually pulled out for halloween. Should I? :D

Title: Rabbit Holes and Four-Winged Pigeons
Fandom: Watchmen/Inception fusion/au
Characters/Pairings: Walter, Dan
Date Written: 2011
Summary: Is it really a deathwish when you're just trying to wake up?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13.

( He doesn't remember waking up but he still feels like he's been falling, for hours and hours, falling a very long way. )

Title: Between the Brushstrokes
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters/Pairings: Dan, Rorschach, Adrian, Laurie, Manhattan in pt 1, Dan/Ror.
Date Written: 2010-2011
Summary: A lot happens in the in-between spaces; in the tiny intervals of time in which no one is watching, we are free. Dan and Rorschach face the future more head-on than they expected; Adrian learns about regret and what happens when you're wrong.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 in general, some language. Philosophy, violence, twilight zone bullshit, time travel, pretentious metaphors, and Waffle House.
Notes: Yet ANOTHER kinkmeme prompt. Post-GN fixit. Complete.

( Sunset over the Adirondacks; some derelict siding, far past any highway signs or trail head markers. October. )

So, this last week was pretty godawful.

First, my parents lost another of the cats that I helped bottlefeed and hand-rear from two days old, back in 1998. Cancer, again, just like her brother. Their other brother is now the only one left. I can't say a lot about this part because I am still too devastated to process it.

( Here is her picture, because she was beautiful and deserves to be seen )

Then a freak frost came through and completely destroyed my garden weeks too early. Just an annoyance, but god damn it.

Then I lost the musical bedrock of my life, which leaves me feeling strangely like... I don't know, like without a soundtrack, the rest of my life won't be as real as the first 31 years have been. There are certain things you expect will always be there, like the moon and the smell of newsprint on transit in the morning and the way the sky looks bruised and translucent after a storm, and REM was one of those things to me. They got me through more shitty things than I can count, and they told me that everything I was feeling had been felt and survived before, and they promised me that there was nothing wrong with me for being nostalgic and sentimental and for looking for all the lost and forgotten things, traced out in grainy black and white and framed by transistor radio static. It was okay to see things differently, to resonate with strangeness. Now I don't know if it still is.

Ugh. Damn it all.

I guess I just needed to get some of this laid out, here. Hopes for a better week coming up, please? :\

Thanks for the chocolate, anon! *nom nom nom*