To my internet family, who's eaten quite a big chunk of my life and still does (and I'm loving every second of it);

( we cannot feel the bars unless we push against them )

*cut link text quoted from Erin Morgenstern's The Night Circus

Summary: Take a word and bless it with a new meaning. [Ariel-centric, Ariel/Ada (AU)]
Rating: K+
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 40th challenge - prompt:: Redefinition. The (kind of awkward, to be honest) shifting from one verb tense to another here was intentional, because I am experimenting with a new writing style. Or something not-so-completely-new, but. Well.

Also yes I cannot wait for February 13 to come SO HUHU. Here, a small tribute to Ariel/Ada.


( Silence is every cliché stories won’t tell you rolled into one idea laden with the most underrated of purposes, but it speaks much about his decisions, up until the day he fell. )

Rating: K+
Summary: You know what's simple? Making an unwritten contract with one's self saying that you're going to soldier through creating a scale model, of the 1:80 ratio type, of the Louvre palace. And pyramid. [Matthew-centric, with mentions of Eve. Pre-BY, set two years before]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 39th challenge // prompt:: My White Whale. Dedicated to moonsergeant. Eve belongs to her as well. But again, what is research though. For the fics that're hopefully, just hopefully, going to succeed this, ah. I miss doing multi-parted fics. (And I don't know shit about architecture, so yeah ah---haha so I apologize in advance.)


( He figures he’ll be stuck with this partnership until the agency kicks him out, or unless Eve makes a wise decision to sack him— whichever comes first. So maybe she’s going to be, you know, “worth it”. )

Rating: K+
Summary: So, apparently. His body remembers how to make an angel booty call. [Ariel-centric; implications of Ariel/Ada]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 36th challenge // prompt:: Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. Ariel/Ada is an AU pair as we know it. So it means that this really sketchy shit of a one-shot is an AU of an AU, Angel-Demon verse, the classic stuff. Demon-turned-human!Ariel and still-Angel!Ada. Yeah, we went there.

Also ahhh no, research? Research what's that is that edible. As I've said, really messy stuff. A few things here are based loosely on the TV series Supernatural and as for the rest, well-- pardon my personal headcanons.

Ada's character belongs to moonsergeant. 


( So he makes sense out of that one. Regret. He wires his eyelids down to half-mast, internally warding off whatever shit that stands for that particular emotion. He moves his eyes past another character, and finds, shit, Misery. He feels an ounce of fear spike within him, then, but still insists on proceeding to another foreign letter in hopes of discovering the fundamentals of this and. And he does, he does— he feels the immensity of this knowledge weighing down hard on the crevices of his heart; he senses it now thudding against his ribcage as he spells, Danger. )

Rating: K+
Summary: If he were to name the only things he’s tuned to right now, they’re Ada and football. [Ariel/Ada; Set technically months after WS canon, but this is an AU fic because the pair itself is an AU, so.]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction ’s 34th challenge // prompt:: Commonplace. Ahahaha, so. I spectacularly fail (emphasis on the ‘spectacularly’) at writing other people’s OC’s but you know what happens eventually when an idea persists and you just can’t get it out of your head and. Yeah. My apologies if I screw up a bit. There’s fluff in here somewhere that’s in need of digging up. Somewhere, anyway.

Ada’s character belongs to moonsergeant . Thanks for the help regarding Ada’s characterization! ;w;


( And when it’s over, or it’s because they’re too spent that it’s over (but that’s his selfishness talking more than anything), he traps her by fisting both of his hands on her shirt, and leaning in without warning before she has the chance to gripe. )

Rating: K+
Summary: This is timeless, like it has any right to be. [Dean-centric, Croatoan!verse]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 32nd challenge // prompt: At the end of forever.


( Dean breathes in and out, in and out, before he meets and catches and holds Death’s eyes squarely and fucking spats, “Make me.” )
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(snagged from akemi_chan05 , neko11lover and matsukanishi09 . :'>)


'Cause my writing skills are getting rusty. .___. MUST EXERCISE, so. FIRE AWAY.

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( List of fandoms I'm willing to write for: )

Rating: T, for foul language and violence. Grotesque kind of violence.
Summary: There are two benches in the playground, and this is where everything's supposed to begin between them. [Dean/Castiel]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 30th Challenge // prompt: Supernatural. Prompt for the show, lol-- okay I kid, it's more than that. So much more.


( “Very well,” Michael says, and it’s too easy, Dean thinks, uncomfortably easy of the archangel to let him off the hook like that, “I’ve merely come to inform you that whatever your intentions are, it would always come down to this. You’re only prolonging the inevitable, Dean Winchester. The Morning Star will find his way to Samuel, and—” at this, he catches a slight grim look on Michael, “Castiel will Fall.” )

Rating: T, for foul language.
Summary: The damn Apocalypse is nigh, and there's nothing they can do about it. As in, forget-it-Michael-I'm not-going-to-be-your-vessel nothing. [Alternate ending-- Dean Winchester, Castiel]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 30th Challenge // prompt: Asunder. And oh, spoilers! The Apocalypse is coming. 

( Instead, he says, “What can I say? You and me,” he waves at the air, a careless gesture, “Against the world.” And then he offers Castiel a lopsided grin, which earns him a look of priceless puzzlement and an unspoken I don’t understand that reference from the angel. )
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Rating: T, for foul language.
Summary: He finds camaraderie in an antique shop, of all places.  [AU, gen-- though there's quite a blink-and-you'll-miss-it Ryoma/Sakuno implication]
Warning/s: ANGST. Because I've never actually pictured Ryoma wearing ANGST like a suit, you know, I mean, this is Ryoma we're talking about. So yeah, possible OOC-ness, and also because my characterization skills are getting rusty. God, I don't even know anymore. But hey, this is an AU fic after all, so I guess I can use that as an excuse?;; Lastly, before I forget, character death! And then there's ANGST.
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 30th Challenge // prompt: Perdition.


( But the point is, the point is: he needs to get the fuck out of this shop now and stagger back to his flat fast; otherwise he might as well be bidding his reputation goodbye. )
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