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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Okay, so even though [ profile] 11_reasons is arguably pretty dead, a couple of these badboys inspired me to write in my OTP, so I'm posting the prompt table here. And if I join any other challenges, it's easier to keep them all in one place, which is why this entry is post-dated.

11_reasons theme table )

And because I figure I might as well join something that allows me to indulge my urges to hurt fictional characters, I have jumped on the bandwagon and snapped up a card for [ profile] hc_bingo.

Bingo Card Below )

If any particular characters or pairings jump out at you for these prompts, don't be afraid to let me know. :)


And my card for the [ profile] au_bingo

What problem? I don't have any problem! )

Challenge on Infinite Earths list )
schizoauthoress: (Mi Na--Heart and Soul)
I notice that there’s a lot of late nineties, early aughts material that liked to crib from LGBT experiences / personal narratives.

What springs to mind at the moment is X-Men 2, and the scene in the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Joyce has found out Buffy is the Slayer.

“Have you ever tried… not being a mutant?”

“Honey, are you sure you’re a vampire slayer? …I– I mean have you tried not being a Slayer?”

Bobby’s mother saying “This is all my fault.”

Buffy and Joyce fighting, culminating in Joyce’s ultimatum: “If you walk out of this house, don’t even think about coming back”

None of these parents wanting to accept these children of theirs who turned out ‘not normal’. Denying it, bargaining for it not to be true, getting angry, throwing their children out (though yeah, Joyce does take her daughter back after Buffy runs away and is gone all summer).

This observation is not new or unique. I missed it when I was first watching BtVS in reruns, but I squirmed in the theater during the scene at Bobby’s house. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way it feels, hearing “mutant” in the place of transgender or lesbian or bisexual or gay or whatever else about us is unchangeable that our stupid fucking parents wanted us to change.

Yeah, I love the X-Men. Mystique’s powers are my favorite (for obvious reasons, I should think). The line just rubs me the wrong way. I think because it was laughed at, and I felt laughed at.

Not sure where I’m going with this. I just… have feelings to process right now, and this is an attempt.

[[Note: Tumblr is where I've been for a while now, but I want to break away from it eventually. And clean up this journal, because I screwed up on importing from LJ.]]
schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)

10717 / 20000 words. 54% to estimated target!

Since I hit the halfway point of the story and got to the minimum word count, I'm doubling that as an estimation for how much longer the story will be.

I know for sure that I'll be taking the rest of tomorrow off (unless I get hit by a lightning bolt of inspiration), and probably attempt to write more on Friday. For right now, I'm keeping the first draft word count, until my beta reader gives the okay on the edited version. It's so helpful to have a fresh pair of eyes. I often forget that.

Anyway, same as last time -- every day that I write, I will try to take a word count, and list it under the cut here in the sticky post. The next check-in day is July 1st!

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Consider this my first check-in for the Marvel Big Bang 2016

I have a full outline. My word count stands at 10,522 and I'm about 50% of the way through the timeline of the story, so my revised goal is going to be 20,000 words. I ramble enough to hit it, apparently. XD
schizoauthoress: (I Read Your Fanfic -- The Shining)

105222 / 10000 words. 105% to the minimum!

Hedging my bets and setting the word count at +500 from the minimum, to make sure I hit it.

Also, trying to pretend to be a normal writer.

All I have to do is write 95 words a day, every day. I can do that. I can do this...

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May 31st -- 10,522 words
But as for the actual content of the story? I'm at the halfway point. Holy shit.
schizoauthoress: (Mi Na--Heart and Soul)
Title: Rain of Blessings
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Dragon Age Origins, pre-Battle of Ostagar
Warnings: death and neglect mentions in passing
Word Count: 959
Summary: Orphne Tabris and the deserter, or a city elf's discount.
Word of the Day: mewl, verb: To cry, as a baby, young child, or the like; whimper.
Note: Daggerpen's Queti Tabris is meant to be 19-20 during the events of DAO. Orphne Tabris is two years younger (and Echo Surana is the same age), so they are both 17 years old in 9:30 Dragon.

Rain of Blessings

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
The first time one of the children gives him that narrow-eyed look, Booster Gold feels a flutter of unease. The girl says, "I thought you were Green Lantern" and the time-displaced super gives Skeets a look of pure panic. A quick glance down at his costume affirms that he's still wearing the Goldstar armor (and he's still annoyed at himself for getting tongue-tied over his alias), so Booster just gives the girl a nervous laugh.

"Green Lantern is still speaking with the fire chief," Skeets reports.

"Why don't you let him know he's got a fan waiting to meet him," Booster suggests, then quickly amends, "as soon as they're done."

"Yes, sir!"

The girl smiles brightly, and Booster manages a genuine smile back.

* * *

It's only later, pacing in his apartment, that Booster lets the worry show. He pulls off his visor and runs shaking hands through his hair. "How did she know? I made sure this costume didn't look anything like the Corps uniform... Residual projection? Temporal feedback? It's possible that she could be psychically sensitive and picking up on my memories subconsciously... Hmm."

"Or she could have been genuinely mistaken, sir? Human children make errors," Skeets notes. Booster exhales, blowing his bangs up off his forehead momentarily.

"You're right, Skeets. One incident doesn't indicate much. She might even be colorblind!"

"Indeed, sir."

* * *

"Don't even start, Skeets!" Booster yells, heading for the primitive excuse for a personal computer available in this time. He boots it up, waiting impatiently for the machine to display its desktop. "It's statistically improbable for this many children to be latent psychics! Or colorblind, or whatever other theory we've floated. Somehow, they know!"

"That is what's improbable, sir. And it makes you seem paranoid."

"We can't risk anyone figuring out the truth. You know I was forbidden from undertaking this mission to the past." Booster starts typing, often having to backspace and retype. Stupid keyboard. "The Goldstar... Booster Gold persona is supposed to minimize paradox. Paradox alerts them. We can't afford to have ISTA on my trail."

"I understand, sir. But what can we do?" Skeets asks, somehow managing a patient tone his voice simulator wasn't equipped to mimic. (Being the companion to the last of the 25th century's Green Lanterns requires improvisation.)

"I have to disassociate myself from Green Lantern traits," Booster says. "Let's see... Selfless, patient, brave, sacrificing... "

"So you're going to... Act like a brat? And a coward?" Skeets asks.

"Brat should get close enough," Booster replies. He flashes Skeets a nervous grin. "Vicky Vale will love ripping me apart for that."

"If you say so, sir."
schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Title: Party Crashers
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Prompt: Alan/Sam - “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” (from herestoyoumsholly)
Warnings: nothing major, the characters are mocking heterosexism
Word Count: 635
Summary: Sam Zhao doesn't want his family to keep pretending he's straight.
Word of the Day: litotes (LAHY-tuh-teez), noun: Understatement, especially that in which an affirmative is expressed by the negative of its contrary, as in “not bad at all.”

Party Crashers


Alan Scott just barely lifted his head from the pillow when he heard his lover call his name. He'd caught a red-eye flight last night in Gotham City in order to visit Sam Zhao, and spent most of the day sleeping to rid himself of jet lag. Sam had gone about his day in Hong Kong as usual, leaving Alan in the apartment.

Alan rolled over onto his back, still holding the pillow to his chest. "Wuzzat, Sam?"

"Oh." Sam was standing in the doorway of the bedroom now. He frowned slightly. "I didn't realize you were still sleeping. I'm sorry."

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Title: Follow Through
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: for companion conversation (player initiated; this is mostly transcribed)
Warnings: death mentions
Word Count: 1558
Summary: Zevran reveals a bit more of himself to Gylaw.
Note: non-binary (AMAB) Warden, singular "they" pronouns

Follow Through

The Warden was, usually, all business while in the field. Zevran respected that about them -- and he was reasonably certain that he was not the only one. It was comforting, in a way, to know that all Gylaw expected them to do was fight whatever was trying to kill them that day. Nor did they frown on talk in general -- Zevran had often seen Gylaw suppress a smile while listening to Morrigan and Alistair snipe at each other, or murmur some encouragement to Leliana when her overtures of friendship were rebuffed by Sten or Shale.

All the same, Zevran found himself looking forward to the times that the party was able to pitch a proper camp. Gylaw relaxed a bit then, and would walk around speaking to each of their companions in turn.

Zevran munched on the last bit of fresh bread, acquired at a tiny village they'd happened upon just before dusk, and watched as Gylaw helped Leliana replace the lacings on a pair of her light boots. Leliana was obviously talking about a fond subject -- given their activities, probably shoes -- as she worked on the lacing of the other half. The Chantry sister did love to discuss the intricacies of shoes.

When Gylaw finished with the soft boot in their hands, they presented it to Leliana, who beamed down at them. The two exchanged a pleasantry and Gylaw turned to leave. Zevran realized that Gylaw was heading over to where he stood, in front of his tent -- he hastily brushed at his leather breastplate, knocking any stray bread crumbs away into the dirt.

Gylaw didn't seem to notice anything, or was at least polite enough not to call attention to Zevran's sloppiness. They smiled warmly as they approached.

Zevran felt his own mouth curve into an answering smile. Gylaw stopped in front of him, and Zevran gave a questioning "Hmm?" of acknowledgement.

"So," Gylaw said, "tell me about your adventures."

"My adventures?" Zevran repeated. They had asked earlier about Zevran's work as an assassin, without pressing for details. Perhaps they thought now was the time. Zevran chuckled. "I'm hardly an old man just returned from across the ocean, am I? Should I shake my fist at nearby children while I talk about the good old days?"

Gylaw's face fell, and Zevran cursed himself for a fool. Of course the Warden would take such questions seriously, rather than in the joking manner that Zevran intended them. He kept forgetting that he had not been around Gylaw long, and that neither of them had much experience with the other.

"If you don't want to talk, that's fine," Gylaw said kindly, in a light tone of voice that masked their hurt.

"Now, I didn't say that," Zevran protested, keeping his tone similarly light. That Gylaw looked at him hopefully again lifted Zevran's heart, and he continued, "Old men love to talk, after all. Will I get a kiss afterwards?"

Zevran's boldness had served him well in the past, nor had he forgotten that in their last private conversation Gylaw had seemed to express some interest. Or at least acknowledgement of Zevran's good looks. Zevran was awarded with another smile from the dwarf.

"If you're lucky," Gylaw said, laughter tinging their tone and making their eyes sparkle fetchingly.

"Oh?" Zevran pouted outrageously. "Now the anticipation is going to kill me. Thank you very much for that."

Gylaw giggled at his words, as Zevran hoped they would.

"Let's see," Zevran considered his various missions with the Antivan Crows, wondering which one would be best to share. "My second mission ever for the Crows was a bit intriguing. I was sent to kill a mage who had been meddling in politics."

"Meddling in politics how?" Gylaw asked.

"How should I know?" Zevran shrugged. "I got the impression it involved sex... but then, I get that impression about everything. Odd, really."

Gylaw sent him an skeptical look at that last comment. Zevran grinned unrepentantly.

"As it turned out, the mage in question was quite a delightful young woman. Long, divine legs, as I recall. I caught her in a carriage on her way to escape to the provinces." Zevran snuck a glance at Gylaw, both a little gratified by the flash of jealousy that went across the Warden's face, and a bit ashamed of himself for being proud of putting it there. "After I killed her guard, she got down on her hands and knees and begged for her life... rather aptly, I might add. So I joined her in the carriage for the night and left the next morning."

Zevran wanted Gylaw to know the sort of person he was -- and his history and reputation as a 'laughing lover' was part of it.

Gylaw didn't pursue the point, however. They prompted, "After killing her anyhow."

"Yes, but not on purpose, actually." Zevran made a bit of a face, still a bit embarrassed at the actions of his younger self. His tone conveyed just how unbelievable he found the events, with the distance of experience, "The woman had actually convinced me to speak to the Crows on her behalf."

Gylaw arched an eyebrow. Zevran laughed, softly and briefly.

"What can I say? I was young and foolish at the time." He shrugged again. "Then, as I was kissing her goodbye to return to Antiva City, she slipped on the threshold and fell backwards out of the carriage. Broke her neck."

Gylaw startled at that.

"Shame, really, but at least it happened quickly," Zevran said, wondering what about what he'd said had shocked the Warden.

"So you didn't ACTUALLY kill her."

"Not actually, no. I was a bit unimpressed by the development, at first," Zevran admitted. He saw the unimpressed look on Gylaw's face, too. "THEN I found out that she had told the driver to take her Genellan instead. She had planned to lose me in the provinces. I would have looked very foolish to the Crows."

Gylaw nodded, but said nothing.

"As it was, my master was very impressed that I had done such a fine job of making it look like an accident." Zevran smiled slightly. "The Circle of Magi was unaware of foul play and everyone was happier all around."

"These sorts of things happen to you often?" Gylaw asked, a small smile gracing their own face.

"Like being spared by a benevolent mark who then helps me escape the Crows?" Zevran lifted an eyebrow and gave Gylaw a significant look, "Yes, it DOES seem to happen now and again, doesn't it?"

Gylaw hummed an acknowledgement of Zevran's point, but otherwise said nothing.

"It was after that when I learned that one needn't let a pretty face go to your head. Professionalism was key." Remembering the way that old sailors would usually end their tales, Zevran finished, "That's my moral of the day, you see."

Gylaw nodded seriously. They had been quiet, as was their way, for most of the telling, interrupting only rarely with brief questions (or statements that might as well have been questions). Zevran could get used to such an attentive audience... and for more than just talking, he hoped.

"So," they said, this time in a low voice that made Zevran's insides flutter in a familiar, pleasant way, "you NEVER mix business with pleasure?"

"Hmm." Zevran pretended to consider, as if he didn't know exactly what the handsome dwarf was getting at. Gylaw smiled up at him knowingly. "Well, there is YOU..." Zevran said, "But I'll point out that you did have to capture me and tie me up, first. Every rule has its exception."

Zevran could see Gylaw's cheeks flush with heat at the reminder, brown skin going pinkish beneath their close-trimmed beard and dark blue tattoos. Their dark gaze dropped from Zevran's face, and they only regarded him again sidelong, with lowered lashes.

Maker, he wasn't used to WANTING this badly and not acting on it.

"Now that I've mentioned tying me up in that context," Zevran asked, with a sly smile, hoping to garner another of those lovely flustered reactions, "do we have extra rope about?"

"Yes," Gylaw answered promptly, "but all of such poor quality it'd leave marks."

And it was Zevran's turn to stare. Only for a moment, however. He laughed delightedly. Shy and soft-spoken the Grey Warden might be, but totally inexperienced? Apparently not.

Gylaw beckoned to him, and since the pair were already standing so near each other, it could only mean that they wanted Zevran to come down to their level. Zevran took a knee promptly, even as he wondered what Gylaw would do. The thought of refusal had not even entered his mind; Gylaw requested accomodation for their smaller stature so rarely, after all.

Without a word, Gylaw leaned in close -- Zevran could smell the clove and galangal powder that they combed into their hair when, as now, actually washing it was not possible -- and brushed their lips against Zevran's cheek. He wanted to turn his head, capture that full, soft mouth with his own, but he didn't dare. Zevran was aware that his own face had flushed with heat now.

"You asked for a kiss afterward," Gylaw murmured, still close to Zevran's ear. "And since the anticipation didn't kill you, I suppose you've earned one."

They pulled back, smiled at Zevran again, and then walked away.
schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Title: Mornings
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: mild language
Prompt/Fill: Any, any, the more you love someone, the more you want to kill them
Word Count: 2957
Summary: Prince Trian keeps getting rudely awakened.

Note: My interpretation of Trian Aeducan and his relationship with his siblings is probably pretty skewed away from canon or what BioWare intended. Pre-game timeline, naturally, but leading into a Dwarf Noble Warden world-state.

Word of the Day: obtest, verb:
1. To supplicate earnestly; beseech.
2. To invoke as witness.
3. To protest.
4. To make supplication; beseech.

Three Terrible Things to Wake Up to, According to Trian Aeducan (and one that wasn't so bad)

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Title: Runny Peach Pie
Author: D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: AU, opens post-"Infinite Crisis" but the change actually happened before then.
Warnings: mentions of character death, though none happens in the story itself
Word Count: 1800
Prompt: Inspired by this picture
Word of the Day: paregmenon noun:
The juxtaposition of words that have a common derivation, as in “sense and sensibility.”
(Paregmenon comes from the Greek word parēēgménon meaning "to bring side by side or derive.")
Summary: "Power Girl tries to tell herself not to get her hopes up... She's a grown woman. She knows that wishes don't come true."

Runny Peach Pie

"Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining?"
--Robert Brault

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Title: In Your House I Long to Be
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: everybody knows that Oghren is a potential party member, right?
Warnings: rampant speculation regarding Stone Sense for dwarves
Word Count: 596
Summary: Coping with loss, for dwarves.
Note: As I noted on a Tumblr post, I switch between using "he" and "they" for Gylaw's pronouns, usually, because Gylaw is nonbinary AMAB. This time, it's "they".
Word of the Day: draggle, verb:
1. To soil by dragging over damp ground or in mud.
2. To trail on the ground; be or become draggled.
3. To follow slowly; straggle.

In Your House I Long to Be

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schizoauthoress: (Love Monster (pit bull in advert))
Title: Unlike / Like
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: probably none, lol
Warnings: none
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 215
Summary: Musings on attractiveness.
Note: Zevran Arainai/Male Aeducan pairing (Non-Binary and Assigned Male at Birth, actually, but I know how fandom categorizes)
Word of the Day: glissade, noun:
1. A skillful glide over snow or ice in descending a mountain, as on skis or a toboggan.
2. Dance. A sliding or gliding step.

Unlike / Like

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)

Title: Choice Words
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none that I can think of
Prompt: Boy of your choice + social media (from Anonymous on Tumblr)
Word Count: 519
Summary: Henry's powers manifest in an... unorthodox way.

Choice Words

The World Army has an official Chirper account, like just about any large organization these days.  Even they realize that a social media presence is important.  A few low-ranking administrative personnel rotate responsibility for making 140-character announcements as needed on important issues of the day.  It's not a very interesting job, and the chirps follow suit -- dry and lifeless.

That changes when Henry Heywood, Jr. -- more widely known as Captain Steel, one of the World Army's rare new Wonders -- drops off a mission report one week.  His visit coincides with one of the desktop computers crashing, and he volunteers to fix it.  Henry can make machines obey his will.  So far as experience has shown, he has this effect on ANY machine.  It is an incredibly useful side effect of the Mad Metal infusion that saved his life and made him a Wonder.

Through some odd quirk of coincidence, the computer in question belongs to one of those bored, low-ranking administrative assistants -- the one who has been assigned to send out chirps this week.  In fact, she had been in the process of logging in to the site when the crash occured.  Perhaps that is why...

Henry easily takes control of the computer, figures out the error, and repairs it, in barely more than a minute.  He deflects the praise and gratitude with a quiet, "My job is to help, you know," and continues on his way to turn in his report.

Though no one knew it at the time, this is what led to the change in tone on the World Army's Chirper account.

"The premier of Canada has more shoes than Imelda Marcos. Someone stop this man."

The first chirp appears a day later, and coincides with a tour of the premier's personal home.  Certain World Army higher-ups are being shown the home as an option for closed negotiations between two (non-Canadian) member states.

The administrative assistant is hauled into her supervisor's office and threatened with disciplinary action, despite her protests that she DIDN'T write the chirp.

She is saved when @worldarmy updates only minutes later -- when she is standing in front of the supervisor and clearly nowhere near a computer.

"Is... Is this guy trying to do Obama pauses? Man, stop. Nobody does Obama pauses like Obama. You just sound foolish."

The Chirpersphere BLOWS UP.  They LOVE it.  The follower count on @worldarmy doubles in no time, then quadruples as memes circulate on Ramblr and VisageTome and the humor subforums on Herddit.

The confused administrators finally realize the new author of chirps an hour later.

"Henry do not punch the premier for his sexist attitude."

(Several variations of "PLEASE DO RC @worldarmy : Henry do not punch the premier for his sexist attitude." appear at nearly the same time in response.)

Ten seconds later, "Hell yes! Sonia's got a much better right cross than me anyway." has the bosses scrambling to do damage control.

At the end of the day, though, a lady in the IT department says to her coworkers, "No one tell him he's doing it, we're getting way more people actually following our updates."

schizoauthoress: (Homosexual Agenda oh noez!)
Title: Space Age: Inquisition
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Shouldn't really be any; I did a setting transplant.
Warnings: strong language, soft sci-fi bullshit (I told you...)
Word Count: 1075
Summary: Two Tevene meet up in a tavern. Nobody gets what they want.
Word of the Day: .fainaigue , verb:
1. To shirk; evade work or responsibility.
2. To renege at cards
Note: Here's my secret, Cap... I really only care about the MOGII folk from Tevinter. >.>
This is the first part of an experiment to see if I can reimagine a quasi-medieval setting in space, just for fun.

Space Age: Inquisition

"Do you know this... Qunari?"

"Know me?" the Iron Bull said incredulously. "Krem works for me. So keep walking, Vint. Nobody wants what you're selling."

"Chief, it's not--" Krem tried to protest. This was highly irregular. The boss usually left them alone when potential clients approached them, but this time Krem had barely gotten out his name.

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schizoauthoress: (I Read Your Fanfic -- The Shining)
Title: It Has to Be Hurt
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: a bit of companion banter in "Dragon Age: Inquisition"
Warnings: Romanced!Dorian because that's how I roll; angst, obviously
Word Count: 1811
Summary: What is the function of a wooden duck? Dorian is reminded of a childhood incident.
Word of the Day: bird-dog, verb: To follow, watch carefully, or investigate.

Note: It might be a little awkward, but I'm referring to the player character as only "The Inquisitor" and not going into much detail about him. Y'all don't seem to like it when I write about my particular Quizzie.

"To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also."
-- Igor Stravinsky

It Has to Be Hurt

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schizoauthoress: (Cancer--I Peench Feets)
Title: Flowers Fall
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The New 52 / DCnU Earth-2 #2, Earth-2 #5 & 6, Earth-2 #12, Earth-2 World's End #6
Warnings: disasters in the background, character death alluded to, canon-level violence and strong language in one section
Prompt: fyeahlilbit3point0 innocently asked me for nuAlan on a meme where "five things that never happened to them" was an option for me to pick. This happened.
Word Count: 3903
Summary: Things that never happened to Alan Scott -- his world is much bleaker than this.
Word of the Day: furcate, adjective: Forked; branching.
Note: Each section is a separate "what if". The opening "narration" is canon, which is why it's so depressing.

Flowers Fall
Five Things That Never Happened to Alan Scott

We of this Earth are so small and powerless... yet every decision we make spawns a new world. And one terrible mistake can create a future that we must endure for the rest of our lives...


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"Nevertheless, flowers fall with our attachment, and weeds spring up with our aversion."
-- Dōgen Zenji

schizoauthoress: (Labyrinth--Where is Bathroom?)
Title: In the Small Things We See It
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Warnings: canon-typical violence
Word Count: 560
Summary: Hawkfire works alone. Duke Thomas has something to say about that.
Word of the Day:
varlet, noun:
1. An attendant or servant.
2. A page who serves a knight.

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schizoauthoress: (A Spark in the Dark)
Title: The Light of Intuition 2: The Golden Thread
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: I'm writing this because I'm super-mad about "Earth 2: World's End" #8-10.
Warnings: semi-graphic description of typhus symptoms, canon-level violence, alternate universe because canon is terrible.
Word Count: 1673
Summary: Ichtaca became part of the Blue a long time ago; no one has sought them out in all that time, so they know something serious is happening.
Note: I'm very, very tired of what canon is giving me when it comes to the "Rainbow Avatars" of Earth-2. I'm sorry -- a literal Lovecraftian god, one of the primordial Old Ones, progenitor Nyarlathotep, "the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth" who reigns "in the spiral black vortices of that ultimate void of Chaos" is the Avatar of the Blue? Are you kidding me? The ordered universe, and defending it, holds no sway with an Old One. The only thing he'd want to do is eat the world. Therefore he remains an enemy on Earth-2i ("i" for Intuitionverse, "i" for Ichtaca, "i" for "I could plot a better story than Daniel H. Wilson in my sleep and I have").
Word of the Day: gallant, adjective: Brave, spirited, noble-minded, or chivalrous

Part One here
The Golden Thread

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