and im barely balancing as it is, and i dont want to drown in my dreams

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Crave
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: -
Rating: PG

( Crave )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Mirror
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG

( Mirror )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Platonic
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Alice/Bella
Rating: PG

( Platonic )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Retribution
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward
Rating: PG

( Retribution )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Soft
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Mike/Jessica
Rating: PG

( Soft )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Stagnant
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: -
Rating: PG

( Stagnant )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Light
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG

( Light )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Sour
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: -
Rating: PG
(  Sour  )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Touch
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG
(  Touch )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Walls
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG
(  Walls  )

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Wood
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG
( Wood )

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Title: In the Dark of Night
Fandom: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Adelle, Dominic; DeWitt/Dominic
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 2x04 "Belonging" with more specific spoilers for "Belonging" and 1x09 "Spy in the House of Love"

( In the Dark of Night )

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Aesthetic
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Alice/Jasper
Rating: G

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Awkward
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Charlie/Bella
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Crusade
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Jealousy
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Mike/Bella
Rating: G

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Juvenile
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Play
Pen name: just_drifitng_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: G

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Sky
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: G

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Vivid
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Alice/Jasper
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Voracious
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Worship
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Alice/Jasper
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Erosion
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: none
Rating: PG

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Heart
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: G

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Raindrops
Pen name: just_drifting_6
Pairing: none
Rating: G

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Plea
Pen name: just_drifting
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG

( Plea )

Story Title: Fall
Genre: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Adelle, Dominic; DeWitt/Dominic
Rating: PG
Summary: He'd always said that if they fell, they'd fall together. He won't let her go alone.
Notes: Written in an attempt to get out of writers block. It didn't work.
( Fall )

Story Title: A Different Kind of Birthday
Genre: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Topher, Dominic, Adelle
Rating: PG
Summary: Dominic feels bad that Topher is left alone on his birthday, so he and Adelle plan something special for the birthday boy.
Prompt: Topher, Dominic - a different kind of birthday celebration

Notes: Written for demonqueen666 for The Sweet Drabblthon. Also again thanks to angstgoddess003 for the coding.

( A Different Kind of Birthday )

Story Title: A Discussion of the Utmost Importance
Genre: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Topher, Adelle
Rating: PG
Summary: Adelle and Topher discuss the right way to fold underwear, both while high and while the world ends.
Prompt: mistake, underwear, blush

Notes: Written for ozmissage for The Sweet Drabblthon. Also again thanks to angstgoddess003 for the coding.

( A Discussion )

Story Title: The Right Road Home
Genre: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Priya (Sierra)/Tim(Victor)
Rating: K+/PG

( The Right Road Home )

Story Title: Topher's Diary: Do NOT Read
Genre: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Topher, Ivy; Topher/Ivy
Rating: K+/PG
( Topher's Diary )

Story Title: She Cries
Genre: Dollhouse
Characters: Adelle DeWitt; Adelle/Roger, Adelle/Dominic
Rating: K+/PG
Summary: She's made a mistake, now she's sad, so she cries.
Post 1x09
( She Cries )

Basically a bunch of icons made from this manip. Enjoy.


( Icons )

Title: Let It Burn
Fandom: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairing: Adelle, Topher
Prompt: Hideaway
Summary: Epitaph One fic: She remembers the day he moved from his office to his sleeping pod.
( Let It Burn )

Dear Jackie,

I’ve been staring at this page for three minutes and I still don’t know how to start. How do you start spilling your guts to the one person who has the power to hurt you most? Treat it like a story and pretend it’s someone else, not you? I think that’s what I’m doing now, I’m not sure though. It’s confusing, to say the least. Right now I’m sitting in the tent while you all gather round the trangie. I don’t think you realize I’m not there. Maybe when it comes to washing up time you will. I don’t know.

I think I understand now when you say how you constantly need something occupying your mind, distracting you from thinking. There’s none of that here. I keep thinking and thinking and getting more depressed by the minute. And I know I won’t be able to tell you this to your face, I probably never will anyway. I just need to write it all down somewhere, I feel like I’m about to explode. Basically, I don’t understand how you can say you care about me so much, how I make you happy, and still treat me like this. I don’t… I don’t want to say this, but I seriously don’t know how much more of this I can take. You make me happier than anyone else, but you also make me more miserable than anyone else, and you don’t seem to care.

You say you care, but you seem to want to be with anyone else more, even Phoebe. I wanted to spend time with you, this camp, but it seems I can’t spend more than 5 minutes around you without you shooing me away. I keep saying I want to be with you, because I care about you more than anyone else, and you just look at me weirdly and walk away. I try to hug you and you shove me off. When forming groups and I say I want Jackie, you say I want Emma. In the tents, you say I want Mikaela, and when I try to go next to you, you say you want the side. I feel stupid for pushing, when it’s obvious you don’t want anything to do with me, but all I want is to be near you, I don’t care anything else.

I fell unwanted, worthless… I don’t know. I want you to care about me as much as I care about you, and I want you to show it. I feel like skum, dirt, while you cuddle up to Bella, rest your head on her shoulder, and leave me in cold. I know you say you’re not good at showing emotion, but you do it with Bella. You’re continuously asking if she’s okay, or if she needs anything. Maybe I’m being stupidly jealous, but why don’t you do any of that for me? I know I’m a wimp, I know I get scared over stupid things, but hell, I got really, really scared over all those things, and you didn’t care in the slightest. You said I was stupid for feeling scared, that it was nothing.

When Bella was scared, it was understandable, it was okay, she was allowed to be scared and you comforted her. But when I’m scared it’s completely different. You dismiss it, completely. You didn’t even know I’d capsized my kayak and you looked at me with such disdain when I was crying. When I crashed my bike I was so scared and it hurt so much, and then I couldn’t stop crying, not just because it hurt, but because you wouldn’t look at me and you didn’t care. I can’t help being a wuss, but I think I would have been a lot braver if you had showed me it was okay.

And now, I don’t know. All through camp I was thinking this has to stop, I can’t keep letting you treat me like this, I can’t deal with it anymore. But then on the bus, and although you still treated me badly, you’d occasionally smile at me, and I’d remember what it was like before, and how happy you make me, and how much I love you and I thought that I couldn’t give up on this, that I can’t live without it. I don’t know. I’m so confused, unsure. I don’t know which way to turn. I can’t stand the thought of loosing you, but I think back to camp and how you treated me and I can’t stand the thought of living like that. So, I don’t know. I guess I’ll keep drifting for a little while longer.

~Elsa

Fandom: Heroes
Title : No One to Catch Me
Rating : PG
Character/Pairing : Sarah Ellis (Eden McCain)
Summary : A young Sarah Ellis visits the park and remembers when she used to fly while she falls.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything

 

( Read more... )

Fandom: Heroes
Title : Find Your Eden
Rating : PG
Character/Pairing : Eden/Mohinder
Summary : When Sarah was little, her mother used to pull her onto her lap while they sat on the sofa in front of the fire late at night and murmur to her. She would tell her to find her own Eden. So she would.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything

 

( Find Your Eden )

Close your eyes; the wind will tell the story for you. Let it curl around you, twist your hair, caress your face. Let it ruffle your clothes and cool your skin. The familiar breeze, it’s leading you here. Open your eyes, take a step forward. Watch the sea-gulls fly through the sky. Look at the sandy hills behind you, covered in sparse green grass, so tall it hides the animals within. Raise your chin, feel the wind. See the mountains in the distance; Wilson’s Promontory. So beautiful. Even when half-hidden by the mist, you know what wonders that place holds. Turn and face the sea. It’s calling to you. Step, step, quickly now. Don’t run. Don’t rush. It’ll be waiting. Reveal in the feeling of the sand beneath your feet. Dry, then wet, then wetter. Feel the water lap at your toes. Freezing, biting. Love it. Walk further towards it. You can see the horizon. Can you reach it? White waves roll slowly towards you. They growl as they approach. Laugh, don’t be scared. They’re harmless.

Let the water reach your knees, then stop. Watch the sand swirl around your toes. See the shells peaking up from within. Take some. Turn from them now. Look up. The water is beautiful, but it doesn’t hold anything to this. See the sky alight with colours; reds, purples, yellows. Watch the sun descend slowly. Relax, just watch. Look at the way it merges with the water, accentuates its beauty.  Wait; still, silent. Turn then, see the last rays hitting the dunes, the last of the blue sky as it turns to black. See those people on the hill. Your family. They call to you. Smile. Don’t worry, you can watch it again next time. Run, now, they’re waiting for you. Push against the wind; it’s grown stronger. It doesn’t want to let you go. It loves you. Push harder, you’ll be back soon. As you reach your family, close your eyes once more, let the wind hold you one more time for the night. Feel the peace, the beauty. Then open, and run to them. Run to love.

Fandom: Heroes
Title : Can't Help
Rating : PG
Character/Pairing : Molly/Micah
Summary : 5YG universe: Molly and Micah are on the run but stop to see someone Molly used to call 'Dad'.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything

 

( Can't Help )

In a darkened room, a young girl sits. Her head is raised towards the open window beside her. White light from the full moon that hangs high in the sky, above the row of deep green trees, streams into her room. Her long black hair creates a curtain around her face, contrasting with the pale white of her skin. The moonlight makes it shimmer brightly and bathes her face, accentuating the soft details. Her chin is tilted upwards, displaying the soft, smooth skin of her neck. The wind ruffling the curtains swirls her hair slightly, softly, slowly, brushing it back, away from her throat.

She looks peaceful, serene, where she perches. Her hands are folded in her lap, her head tilted slightly to the side, gazing out at something more than man with a tranquil expression on her flawless face. She’s the perfect picture of serenity, complacency – peace.

But that’s all it is: a picture. She’s hiding from the world, showing an exterior completely opposite to what’s inside. ‘Cause inside she’s screaming, shouting, begging to be let out, to be heard, to be acknowledged. Inside she pushes against the cage that bounds her, throwing herself against it with such force. She wants to get out, she wants to escape, she wants to show the world who she really is; what she really feels.

She knows she can’t, though. She knows her screams become silent once they leave her lips and fall on deaf, un-responsive ears anyway. She knows no one’s willing to listen, so she knows she will never be heard.

So she sits; serene, beautiful, peaceful; the girl everyone wants to be, looking out at the night sky, waiting for someone to save her; to listen to her scream.

Do you know how fricken hard it is to describe your exasperation without actually saying "I was exasperated", or "in exasperation"? It's impossible! Writing this just made me more exasperated! Ah! Anyway:

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Exasperation

Long fingers, connected to square-like hands. They touch lips, fingering the chapped, broken skin. Tongue pokes out, wetting them, and the finger swirls, dips deeper, trying to smooth the crinkles. Eyes close, eyelids pressing down hard, squinching up.

Two hands now. The fingertips touch, play; twirling, intertwining. They press down, covering mouth. Eyes stay shut. Fingers creep upwards, up, over nostrils to pause at the bridge. Thumbs stay locked underneath chin, digging in under the bone. The hand stretches. The fingers are in a triangle, fingertips still pressed together. Pointers dig into nose, pushing hard, trying to reach each other from opposite sides.

Fingers then part, each hand smoothing up over the eyes, gliding across each eyebrow. They pull at the skin, trying to take it with them. They move around from the eyebrow to the bone beside the eye and press. They fall inwards then, rubbing up and down, up and down. Some hang in the air, only two do the actual rubbing.

They move upwards. Fingers spread evenly apart, moving together like a swarm, an army, to attack the hair line. They pull at the skin on the forehead, pulling it so the eyes reluctantly open, only to quickly fall shut again when they leave the skin and enter the hair.

They pull, smooth, smother it backwards as the move over the head and down towards the neck. It sticks up at awkward angles, disturbed. The fingers try to grip it at the nape of her neck. They pull, hard, trying to grab fists of it and hold on, tight, but it slips from their grasp.

Hands then slide from hair and fall down the neck, fanning out across the shoulders, pressing firmly into the muscles, trying to ease them. Fingers try to grip, to keep hold on them but they slip forward, over the shoulders and curl together on the breast bone, square-like hands and long fingers once again entwining together.