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Completed Fic List For 2009
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Per Aspera by Laurab1

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I want to write nasty, disgusting non-con, the type that's filled with screaming and begging, just bleeds and vomits all over, the kind of stuff that calls for a warning two pages long and then needs a warning for the warning--but instead, I'm writing lil Baby!Dean has a peppermint stick. Because I *suck*. *sigh*

I'm watching Highlander reruns on SYFY(stupid fucking name) and wondering why I'm not in bed.

my word count for today--500! Woooo, I am a writing steamroller!

Whathefuck, I'm going to bed! Nitey-nite, littul bunnies!

Title:Non Timebo Mala
Author:roxy
Pairings/Characters:Dean/Sam Dean/omc, Sam/omc
Rating: this post G, various by chapter
Word Count: 1198
Spoilers:might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.

Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings. Warnings for sex, brief het and M/M, incest. Sections will have individual warnings.

Tobe glanced over the dead woman, gave brief thought to burying her, but shook his head. Someone else would have to take that job. He was loathe to be stuck in unfamiliar lands, snowed in, and anxious to get the boy away from a dangerous area. They'd singled him—his family—out for a reason. He picked the boy up, sat him in front of him. Reached into his duster pocket and pulled out a charm made of red thread and nails, and hung it around his small neck. Tobe pulled the duster shut around them both, and took him away from the grave of his family. "My name is Tobias Kane; you can call me Tobe, okay?"

( Dean nodded and repeated it to himself, inside his head. Tobe. )

Oh, Daneel, how oddly and totally fascinated I am by your boobies--I mean--congratulations!

Don't hate, but there's a celebrity sex tape I might actually want to watch. What? I'm writing! These things pop in my head when I'm writing.

Actually, I tell a lie. I just spent two hours arranging my icons and pics. Some folks changed their names, or I had icons incorrectly tagged. *sniff* Deleted a bunch I snagged somehow without crediting and I don't like to use uncredited art. I also cleaned the bathroom, the guest room (or BG's former room), ran a load of laundry, dumped some stuff that magically turned from treasured articles to junk with the passage of the years--Yo, does anybody know what the fuck this thing is? No? Than why've we got it, fercrisake--it was a busy day. Ran up to my beloved little toldthestars's with Uncle Daddy and he fixed her bike tire and we talked about our stories (and oh my god the one she's working on now--fabulous!) And this, this is what I do to get out of writing.

What a whack-a-loon!!

Title:Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/omc, Sam/omc, Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17 overall, various by chapter
Word Count: 1280
Spoilers: might be considered a wee bit spoilery for Dead Man's Blood
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.

Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings. Warnings for sex, brief het and M/M, incest. Sections will have individual warnings.

His heart leaped—go, go, save yourself, save our boy. His hands bowed over Sammy, Sammy who was going to die with him…tears ran and the devils laughed. And then—Mary's shriek of pain cut through him, laced through with Dean's high pitched scream, it speared him. Mary shrieked again--a sound impossible for a human throat--and then the floor caved in, the roof sagged inward with a shower of sparks and clots of flame, to rest in the cellar….

( The world exploded and went dark. It was over in less than the blink of an eye. )

Today's the start of my vacation. Well, not so much vacation as unpaid leave. I needed some serious time to myself, or as much of that as is possible. My brother's coming at the end of the week, and I wanted to get my truly disgusting house in order. I also hope to get some guilt free writing in. So far, the story that's coming the easiest, no matter how hard I try to work on something else, is the KindaCowboy AU, which I'm calling(pretty sure on this)Non Timebo Mala. I have a serious thing for latin titles. Sound all thinky and stuff. ;)

I mention that, because I think I'm going to post bits as I write them. I usually try to wait until I *know* where I'm going so that it doesn't die in the water (arg, HATE doing that!) or take a bazillion years while I try and figure out just what the fuck I'm doing (heeellooo, Dis Pater, both you fuckers, and you,Brothers and Heroes....) so what I'm saying here is, it will be a voyage of discovery for *all* of us, whoo-hoo!

And not to get cranky on me, I am working on the J2 thingy (need a title!!) and also everything else I mentioned because I'm crazeeee.

Annnnnnnd--to be catching up on all the fic my beloveds are writing and I haven't been reading. *hangs head*

...and now I'm thinking about Houdini. Shush, don't judge, Yer Mother's old....

I've been friended by a lot of people lately, hi folks! These friending things seem to come in waves--I know I'll chug along quietly and then all of a sudden friend folks like I'm in the grip of a friending frenzy(not as messy as a feeding frenzy but close)! You do that when a new fandom entices you. *G* And I have this magic ability to friend folks just as they give the boot to the fandom that drew me to them in the first place, hah!

Anyhoo, there are quite a few folks hopping on board and I want to say hi. It's pretty loose around here--friend me at your own risk as I tend to spam a lot, babble frequently and share inappropriately. *koff*

I'm no longer friending back journals with no content, or that only have one or two memes unless you really want me too, in which case, holler at me.

Right now, I'm mostly into Supernatural with a side of Smallville. If you came for the SV, it might be slim pickings for a while, sorry!

I've listened to a a shit ton of versions of Wayfaring Stranger, or at least it feels like it. The best version by far is Johnny Cash's. Here's the super creepy thing...I think I like Johnny Cash. SHUT UP SHUT UP. It's probably temporary insanity. Research sometimes leads you into scary places. I've been enjoying poking around a bit, looking for flavor for my million and one SpN fics, hah! I'm not doing heavy research, just enough that it kind of sounds good, y'know? That doesn't mean that I've spent my precious time writing, no...I've been reading lyrics of all kinds of folk songs. Hunh. Weird lyrics, but interesting. and now, I'm off to read some folk tales!

Also, swear to god, shoot me if I ever eat another Reese's Cup. Oy, the pain, the misery, the lactose intolerance making the eating of chocolate a somewhat masochistic activity bordering on self-abuse and in no way the fun kind. :(.

Here's the opening bit of the Semi-Cowboy fic.

( Non Timebo Mala Prologue) )

hello, friends, hello!

Remember when I asked for help deciding what fic I should work on first, and ya'll were very helpful and gave me good advice, thank you? Okay, what happened is this--I'm going to work on all of them at once and let the chips fall where they will!

J2 fic insists on coming out inside out and backwards. Also, Thomas(Tommy in the fic) is being a real douchenizzle. I kind of like it.

I will post snipplets if you want to see them?

Working on this stuff is like carving glaciers with a plastic spoon but I like what I've got so far. :)

So, let me see if I can explain my absence--and yeah, for me, it's been pretty much an absence because I post nearly every day, even if it's just to chat about the horrible pimple I've developed on my wattle, which, true, but not the reason I'm posting tonight.

( behind the cut because it's long, and unhappy and not particularly interesting )


Maybe later on, I'll post a little snippet of what I've been working on, kinda sorta. A sentence here, a word there--eh.

ETA: thanks you guys--you make me feel so much better. I really appreciate it! *hugs you all*

No body went to see BDS2? No buzz, no review? How will I know if I should go?

*sad*

I loved those Brother stories back in the day...*sigh*

Oh geez...I just realized how close the Public Enemies AU is to BDS fic, oy.

I've got an interesting rec here--this is a fascinating story. You know how Yer Mother adores a good OC? Well, this story contains a doozy! It features another Winchester brother, something I *love*. I know, you're clutching your chest and hissing, "It can not be!" and I say, "Why not?" How much more interesting is their story seen from another pov, an intimate pov? The giant bonus here is that the character of Ross, the youngest Winchester will win you over. He's so well-written, such a complete character, that I dare you not to fall in love with him. I wish Ross were a character on the show...*siiiiigh* But failing that, we have sonofabiscuit77's wonderfully-drawn character. Read it! Love it! Comment!


World's Forgotten Boys

Help me oh three or four friends who read SpN fic and in particular, my SpN fic, and narrowing that down even more, comment on the damn things--tell me what I should work on?

( and under here, I go on and on, because I had too much fun with it )

I know that some of my friends enjoy the show, so last time I was at my hair place, I stole a handful of give-away magnets featuring some of the cast members. Anyone want them? Bear in mind, I really suck at sending stuff out--just ask rosy5000, whose stuff is still sitting in a chair near the front door waiting to be mailed--oy.

First commenter gets them! Second commenter...heh-heh. *applies lipbalm* guess who's getting a big ole wet shmoochy kiss?

Under the cut is a meme that Tabaqui tagged me for a bazillion years ago.


1. Write your username.
2. Write your 2 favourite bands/groups of the moment.
3. Write something you ♥, aka lemme see your heart.
4. Write the name of your favourite person of all time.
5. Write the name of your recent favoured person.
6. Tag 6 people to do this meme


It's short, fast, and fun, so I've tagged six folks to do it too. *G*




( under the cut--my handwriting! Skeery! )

Title: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 2948
Spoilers: none

Summary: Lex Luthor destroyed one world and crippled another for the sake of humanity. Of course humanity was incapable of understanding the gift he'd given them. Now he was sentenced to pay the price, a lifetime on his very own planet, without the company of other human beings….
Based on the Twilight Zone episode of the same name.

Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?

In this part, Lex thinks hard about his life. Questions are not answered, loose threads are not tied up neatly, but this is the end….

( >part ten )

*closes eyes and crosses fingers*

I think The Lonely is done...I'll post soon but right now my fingers are slippery with MY BLOOD AND TEARS.

As you can see, Lex is not impressed.