tinfoiltennis: A purple-tinted image of outer space (✎ other universes far from here)
Title: the hopes and fears of all the years
Fandom: Dramadramaduck (Supernatural, Firefly)
Characters: Castiel, River Tam
Pairing?: Cas<>River if you squint.
Rating: G
Summary: Maybe, Castiel muses, he was hoping to receive a sign here.
Word Count: 898
Notes: I WROTE CHRISTMAS!FIC. I don't even know how to describe the mood of this one, so I shall leave it to you guys to decide it for me.
Warnings: None!

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O little town of Bethlehem; how still we see thee lie! )
tinfoiltennis: A purple-tinted image of outer space (✎ other universes far from here)
Title: blow on the spirit with the body's breath
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Pairing?: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R for non-explicit sexual situations
Summary: So yeah, it’s weird, this thing with Cas, but Dean’s just about getting used to it. Used to it enough that he stops questioning so much, anyways, but for all of Castiel’s assurances that he’s just experiencing everything through some weird kind of angelic Cas-filter, there’s one thing that still makes him wonder, sometimes.
Word Count: 2885
Notes: Miri posted something on tumblr about Dean's handprint scar. I said I'd write something about it and... ended up writing something that is more about intimacy than sex and takes over 1000 words to even mention the handprint scar. Whoops? Also asexy!Cas somehow snuck his way in there. Which I am completely fine with because the fandom needs more of him. Title is from Lisel Mueller's poem "A Long Way From Hell".
Warnings: Sexual situations and mentions of Hell. I think that's about it?

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It's weird, this thing that Dean has with Cas. )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ I won't forget the promises we made)
Title: i shall not suffer them to take my children
Fandom: Supernatural/Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Madoka Kaname, Sayaka Miki, Death
Rating: PG-13 for occasional language and some disturbing imagery.
Summary: Madoka was almost at the source when she suddenly realized that there was no Grief Seed, and caught in that no-man’s land, she froze. She had no idea what to do.
Word Count: 5588
Notes: I like fix-it fics. I like crossovers. I think Castiel deserved a better end than he got. And no one will ever be able to convince me that season 6 wasn't the story of his contract and the start of season 7 wasn't his transformation into a witch, that is totally under Madoka's jurisdiction mmkay? mmkay.
Warnings: SPOILERS for all of Madoka Magica, and up to 7x01 of Supernatural. Also my hideously self-indulgent writing and my own theories about the prophets and God in the spn-verse. Also abuse of the poor prophet Isaiah.

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If someone tells me it's wrong to hope, I'll tell them they're wrong every time. )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ I'm the bloody Queen mate!)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [12/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: America, Spain, Prussia, Brazil, Argentina, Chile, a few extras.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.
Or so the stories go.
But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 3790
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing and the last of my buffer, sob.

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The Starveling Kitty! The Starveling Kitty! It knows many secrets, but they aren't pretty! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (Default)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [11/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Canada, Taiwan, and a couple of random extras.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 4899
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.” Sorry for the slightly late update! I’m running out of buffer and I was determined to get on particular scene finished before I posted anything more. So here we are!
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, bad accents, another filler chapter, and possibly shaky characterization of Taiwan. /o\;;;

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Swims like a bloodfish! Tastes like a sprat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ one of those English misfits)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [10/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Canada, America, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Portugal.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 4415
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, bad accents, my shipping bias finally rearing its ugly head, and what is mostly a filler chapter. ^^

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Louder than a dog! Taller than a rat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ Feltwig used Drink Tea!)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [9/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Lithuania, Poland, Belarus, Estonia, Latvia, Ukraine, Russia.
Rating: PG for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 4455
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing and my first time writing the Eastern Block characters, sob.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! It knows what we think! And we don't like that! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ just look at that sunset)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [8/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Australia, England, Hong Kong, Northern Ireland, Belgium.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 2879
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, a non-canon Australia and slightly choppy divisions between chapters, but I couldn’t work out a better way to slice things up.

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Starveling Kitty! Starveling Kitty! Ruled the roofs of five stolen cities! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ I'm the bloody Queen mate!)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [7/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: England, Hong Kong, Lithuania, Poland, Belarus, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.
Or so the stories go.
But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 5394
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.” Also: it really is possible to create a domino effect with something as big as a large bookshelf. There’s videos of it up on youtube. :’D
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: a bit of NaNo quality writing.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Sleeps on your chest when you're lying flat! )

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