Oh what a world my parents gave me

 I rushed this one, pretty drastically, but I think it came out all right?  The prompt was Frank/Gerard, post apocalypse or cyberpunk detective agency, and I went with both.  Because both is good.  I had a lot of fun with it, but since it was so rushed I might see if the prompter wouldn't mind if I expand and refine the story at some point.

Frank Iero, AI is the fic, which I will eventually post in my own journal and AO3.  I haven't read very many of the other stories, for the same reasons my own was finished and posted at the very last minute (or past it, actually), but I've got my eye on a lot of very interesting looking posts -- they ought to keep me busy for a bit.

This was a good thing for me, I think!  I haven't written in a long time, and I haven't FINISHED a story in even longer.  This feels like a good push back into the swing of things.  :D

To sign up for bandomstuffsit or not?  That is the question.

Goddamnit, I can't.  There's two hours left before BBB drafts are due and I've lost the thread, the words aren't coming.   I'm too far short to be able to make do with summarized scenes, and the climax makes no fucking sense.

Also, I can't keep my eyes open, and that's with a 20 oz RedBull AND a five hour energy drink under my belt. 

I'm not going to finish this draft in time.  ;__;

I could cry -- the BBB is my favorite, and I'm gonna miss it this year.

Somebody will still want to read this thing right?  When i do get it together.  Which I will.  Eventually. 

This story is so very stalled!  I can fix it, I think, but not in time for the wave one draft due date.  SO.  Wave three it is.  That's  all right.  I like August.  August is a good month for stories.  :/

Title: Anubis Bar the Door (I'm not done with that heart)
Author: snarkydame
Bands (and pairings): MCR, hints of Frank/Gerard, GSF
Rating: R
Word count:~5200
Warnings: character death -- or not exactly.  Lots of cursing.
Summary:  Party Poison went down under Korse's shot in the lobby, but the others made it out.   They just can't leave him behind.
Author notes: Thank you, mods, for a really fun challenge, and thanks to aneas whose work inspired this fic! I've included the artwork as part of the text itself (or you can see it all by itself here) since it's all very entwined at this point.  :D I hope you like it. And S, tempore, and alpheratz -- thank you for the extremely helpful beta work. You all rock.

You can also read the fic by itself over at the AO3, if graphics aren't really your thing.


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( The Dracs kept shooting, even as the van screeched down the empty street, tires smoking. )

Title: The Edges of This Map Have Been Burned

Word Count: ~10,000
Rating: R
Warnings: NON/CON (implied), involuntary drug use, language
Summary:

The Killjoys took to the oceans instead of the desert, and raid the BL/ind supply lines with only tenuous contact with the Zone Runners on land. When Gerard is lost and taken by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W's top captain, Korse, the crew of the Neon Angel have to get him back. Whether or not they'll get him back whole. . .

Notes: Written for the Pirate Big Bang. Betad by the long suffering L, and the very kind jrho. And check out the mix by littlblackghost !


Disclaimer: These characters are loosely based on the public personas of real people -- they belong only to themselves, and I intend no insult nor harm to any of them.

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( Sometimes, when the sun sank low against the edges of the water and turned the blue to blood and fire, he could believe that the world had finished ending. )