and when he dies, cut him out in stars
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: r (because my canon’s going to fuck your canon’s shit up, basically).
Summary: “She tastes like salt and darkness and the air they almost didn’t breathe.” Brennan/Hodgins. BB, AH implied. AU to Aliens in a Spaceship.
Notes: Uh, in which I abuse brackets and turn Brennan into a probably-OOC emotional train wreck. Welcome aboard, y’all.
Brennan/Hodgins is my secret kink. They totally did it pre-series.

I just realised that it’s been, like, nearly a year since I’ve written fic. Wtf?

( he seeks her life and her light but goes elsewhere for understanding )

vinegar and dry, dry wine
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: pg? There’s some naughty words in there, s’all.
Summary: "He tastes like the salt of her tears and it occurs to her that this is new to both of them; their relationship has always been about facts, never emotion. Never, I loved you and you betrayed me." Brennan-centric, with implied BB, I guess, and some Zack thrown in.

Notes: Since every man and his dog has written something in response to WitW, I thought I’d better crawl out of my hole and catch the bandwagon before it left town, since I kind of missed it with the whole Sully debacle (I still have 27-odd pages of Boneless Bride in the River centric fic waiting for an ending. Yeah. Who knows when that’ll surface). Incorporates the season finale. Ouch.

I’m not overly happy with this, but I’m happier with it than I was when I started, which is something, and hey, I’m writing again.

Now I’m off to finish post-Aliens in a Spaceship Brennan/Hodgins. Oh yeah. You know you want to read it, really :)

( that girl is still fifteen years old inside, and she scuffs her sneakers in the dirt and acts like she doesn’t care )

and every man his mother and his father
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: pg13
Summary: "She dreams of betrayal and an all-consuming darkness; of cold, black water that snatches at her ankles and drags her down into its depths with invisible icy talons, enveloping her and swallowing her whole." Hermione gen, with hints of R/Hr.

Post-Deathly Hallows, and thus: spoilers.

The only HP fic I’ve ever written has been MWPP-era, and even then it was long before there was any sort of reliable canon for them. I probably have no Hermione voice whatsoever, so bear with me.

( She has exactly one magical photo of her parents. )

As I was tagged by katherine_b only about ten years ago:

Writer's Meme. Sometimes it's ok to pimp yourself out. Post a list of your top five favorite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.

1. details in the blur | bones | pg | gen
Because it was kind of personal. I can't really describe why, but this fic took a large part of me, more so than anything else I've ever written. And not in the way that you'd think. So. Kind of hard to explain.

2. your tears on my pillow | pretender | r | angst
I wrote this after an extremely long period of writer's block, and I was just happy with the way it turned out and so relieved omg to be writing again. Um, I was having formatting issues at the time, evidently.

3. fractures (three of them) | bones | r | angst
I think I was on a special kind of crack when I wrote this, and I'd really like to get some more of whatever it was because there's just something about it that I've been trying to go back to and just haven't been able to tap into thus far. Plus, it was my first Bones fic.

4. i hear the bells | grey's | pg | gen
This fic was just incredibly fun to write. It was slightly more lighthearted than a lot of the stuff I write and it was nice to take a break from all that. And who doesn't love George? Other than, you know. The people who don't.

5. through the looking glass | pretender | pg | au
I developed an uncanny attachment to this one the moment I started writing it and I've never figured out why. I like writing AUs way too much, probably. Um. No, I don't know why it's pink.

( Book Meme )

An upgraded connection and 21G to blow in six days clearly = Bones. Clearly. Now I just have to find the disk space. Also: pimp me out the shows you watch that I don't that you think I should, and I'll get myself some pilots, yo.

ad pondus omnium (the weight of all things)
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: R
Summary: “Tell me there’s hope for people like you and me.” Brennan and Booth, after the world ends. AU.
Notes: I’m not particularly happy with the flow of this one, because I started it a long time ago and only recently went back to it, and there’s obvious differences in style from start to finish that I just couldn’t smooth out. Probably OOC. Oops. U2 owns Last Night On Earth, not me. As does Delta Goodrem. Go figure.

For Mel, who wanted something less disjointed and with proper dialogue. Um, it’s marginally less disjointed. And there’s dialogue. Win? No win? Draw? Thai food?

( the world ends on a cold day in July )

note to an entomologist
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: pg
Summary: "If there is a feeling within her it can be chalked up to chemistry, biology – not lepidopterology or entomology of any kind. No integrity is ever altered, or compromised. This is important." BB, AH. From infancy to imago.

( no longer is this merely existing - this is living )

method acting (from a stage whisper to a scream)
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: pg
Summary: "And for once at the end of it all, they’ll close their books on the same page." Brennan gen, BB. Kinda. Not really.
Minor spoilers for 2x08 The Woman in the Sand (which I haven’t even seen, so).
Notes: Not entirely happy with this one, but it had a mind of its own. One day I’ll write something that isn’t wildly disjointed and freakin’ all over the place and actually makes sense. :)

( she plays Roxy like she played Cleopatra )

Tell me what to write? A fandom you think I should write for, a pairing you think I should explore, a scenario you think needs to be written, anything. 'Cause I need inspiration. And broadened horizons. And cracktastic ideas that I will try to write but never finish because I'm giggling too hard. And memes are fun.

Hit me, you know you want to. I'm using my Cameron voice and everything.

ETA: I'm a girl. I'm meant to be all girly and bonding-y with other girls. I'm supposed to be comforting my girl friends because guys have treated them like shit, not the other way around. Why is it that it feels like I'm always consoling my guy friends because they've had their hearts broken by my girl friends? grow a pair, already Two depressed lovesick dudes in the same day. I AM ALL MACHO-COMFORTED OUT. That is all.

details in the blur
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: g
Summary: “You can’t make families, can’t push people together and tell them how to act, tell them to be comfortable with one another because family’s a special kind of glue that needs to be two sided to stick. You haven’t found anything worth holding you in place, not yet.”

( and he wanted a life and all the family he had left, but he couldn’t have both, you see that now )

fractures (three of them)
//
by sezzie_dee
Fandom: Bones
Rating: R
Summary: "She wonders if wishing she could read him as easily as she does the corpses is the same as wishing he were dead." A post-traumatic deterioration. BB, angst.
Notes: Alternate title: In which I abuse commas and run on sentences. It’s been awhile, but I’m back, y’all.

( What the note really says, and only, is: I forgive you, and it occurs to him that she knows him too well and far better than he thought )

I know I'm being all sorts of awful and losing at life and LJ and the internets and stuff at the moment, which I'm totally going to blame on school. Because the education system exists primarily to be blamed for things.

I reached the highlight of my Coles career the other day when we had a fire at work. I was standing in my aisle and the deli staff kept calling the manager over, only he just kind of stood there in the corner talking to his friend and ignored them. Until the firemen started running through the store and Melinda came back and said, "A chicken just caught fire!" to which the customers answered with a real life o.O face. Best line ever, with thanks to the not so hunky fireman: "All clear - we have extinguished the offending chicken. I repeat, we have extinguished the offending chicken..."

Um, Happy Birthday to everyone whose birthdays I've managed to miss. And also to Rebecca and Sharon and all the other gazillion people that thought it would be funny to be born on September 15th. And now, because I'm off to finish watching Gilmore Girls season 4 (because after that there's season 5 to watch, and Alias, and season one of Charmed back where the show was actually watchable) I leave you with what started out as a reproduction assignment but ended up as a complete mockery of the question, which was something like, "Pretend you are an oogonia in the foetal ovary and describe..." etc etc. Which was totally *asking* to be mocked. Some of the finer details are a little off due in part to my laziness and in other part to my comic license.


( Somewhere, deep inside Bridget Jones' ovary... )

Heh, I just found my GA/House. And my Miss Parker/Lyle AU. And started Bones fic. And am still trying to get my play all written and edited and finished and stuff. Will possibly never, ever, finish any of them. Go me.

Title: that’s president hillary clinton to you, sir
Author: sezzie_dee
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: The interns, McDreamy, Bailey, etc. Mention of Derek/Meredith, with slight, squinty George/Izzie undertones.
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama, AU (to post-Who’s Zoomin’ Who?)
Word Count: 3100 approx
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :)

For fliz0ntoast, in response to insidethestars’s Women of Sunday Night Ficathon.

I’m really sorry about the total overall suckiness - it has no plot, no structure and no purpose, but I was struggling to even get it finished. My brain hasn’t been working its best these past few weeks -_-;

( George wondered why women hadn’t yet succeeded in what he was sure were their plans for world domination )

Yesterday I was in heaven because Big W had every U2 CD ever for $15 each, and I was all, omg, buy! until I realised that a) I had no money and b) I already have every U2 CD ever. And then I was sad. Because I also remembered that U2, like every other band ever, decided they were too good for Perth.

*waves to new people on flist*

My brother came back from his little desert pilgrimage last night, and he looks like a scary bush man with horrible facial fungus. And because he decided to come back and come over, instead of going to bed and reading/sleeping/dying like I had planned, I ended up sitting out back talking to him. So. Still tres sleepy.

In other news, I'm pretending to write fic. And school sucks. And I was going to post a geeky book meme, because I'm a geeky book person, but el-jay's being a bastard, so no banana.

I think somebody should write me fic/do my homework/clean my room. And stuff. Yeah.

In lack of meme, I looked for something to rememdy this post's complete and utter lack of point, so here, have a drabble thing that was going to be fic but never went anywhere.

Takes place after 2x12 Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.

( Derek had cut her. Addison decided if he wasn’t going to do the suturing himself, it was up to her to offer Meredith Grey the chance to heal. )