thisfishflies: (leverage geek hardison)
Hardison graphic. Text: age of the geek, Hardison <3 fest

Hardison. He is a geek and he knows it.

But, what other geeks does he know? Does he chat with alien hunters on irc? Does he play Warcraft with NCIS agents? Does he get into comic debates with physicists? Does he email other members of the criminal underground? Does he stoop to writing real letters to wizards?

The answer is: of course. And more. He is just that awesome.

He probably even posts on livejournal and has a twitter. A young hacker needs to make connections.

So. Here is a fest for him. To give him the geeky love he needs and to explore his geek side.

Everything is welcome: gen, het, slash, AU, crossover, crack. The only rule is Hardison + a bit of the geek.

It's the age of the geeks. And the geek shall inherit the earth.

(this is my personal plug for any and all crossovers. because you know you want to.)
thisfishflies: (RDJ!Neck)
So. I'm now working on a several Tron/Iron Man crossovers. The first hint of this was this twitter convo:


So I started on that. Then, I saw this. I focused on Flynn met Stane. I'm guessing they didn't liked each other very much. and I want post-Tron/EncomCEO!Flynn meeting Tony Stark. It would be marvelous. And then I started thinking about those. Then trying to figure out the time periods and ages. And I decided to do them all. First they would just be snippets, but now they are just all part of the same story.

And, just for fun, here is my half made up/half fact time line that I shall be using: HALF OF THESE NUMBERS ARE FAKE. )

A peak of the first snippet I am writing:

Kevin Flynn meets Obadiah Stane several times in the years he was CEO of ENCOM. He doesn't really think of those encounters much while he is building his city on the Grid. Stane was not really someone that came to mind much. Who Flynn thought of often was Howard Stark.
thisfishflies: (comm faculty)
Title: Not the Italian Job, Part One
Author: [ profile] thisfishflies
Wordcount: ~1k, WIP
Charcaters/Ships: Hardison, Eames, Arthur this part.
Spoilers: Post-movie for Inception. Pre-series for Leverage. Slight spoilers, perhaps.
Summary: Hardison knows some forgers. They didn't meet in a chat room.
Notes: IDEK how I wrote all of this. And how I am still going. Just... yeah. The timelines might be a bit skewered, but that always happens for me. No beta yet, but I'll fix it up pretty before posting to a comm or something.

When Hardison mentioned he knew some good forgers, what he really meant was he knew a good forger. Eames. )
thisfishflies: (Fish fugu teeths)
I wrote Inception fic!

After a night of no sleep, staying up to read Inception fic.

And, it's really more of a ficlet than anything. Like, I plan to expand on this idea way more and make it understandable to more people. But, you can read the thing here.

Yeah, the floors exploding into ideas and shit follows them from the dreams. And Eames has a sekrit identity.

Hopefully I'llbe able to better explain this when I'm not going on no sleep and skipping class.
thisfishflies: (Art  birds)
So, someone (I think [ profile] imisspadfoot21 but other might have had something to do with it) has declared April Twitfic month. And there is even a calender for Dean/Cas twitfics.

look here )

So I've decided to do it. At least one short twitfic a day. And I'll follow the themes for the D/C but then twist them for any old fandom I think of. The hashtag I'm using is #AprilTwitfic.

And, here are today's fic:

#AprilTwitfic - Dean would not like to think that it was the demon who brought them together, but being locked in the safe room --
-- could only lead to one thing. Well, for him. He was surprised they managed two days.

Sheppard didn't really believe that the Ancient device would kill them if they didn't get married but he pretended for McKay.
thisfishflies: (IM STAR)
Well, me and [ profile] kijikun got to twittering about sweeping and Tony Stark and robots which of course led to a roomba. And how Tony would totes have one and it would be like his pet and he'd teach it tricks and his friends would think that Tony went a bit batty. But the roomba would love him and it would be adorable.

Which of course led to this:

And then I wrote a little ficlet:

So, yeah. In my mind, Tony has a faithful roomba companion.
thisfishflies: (art building)
So many pieces something will get hit, but much of it will miss. Or something. Titles have been added because I'm like that. And most of them are obscure titles only I get. Whee~ inside jokes with myself. Mostly SPN, with a few other fandoms.

Many, many under here, bbs. )

There is also a chain of SPN/Due South twitfics, but those are in progress with [ profile] ladyyueh. XD
I will probably not expand any of these. But they are fun.
thisfishflies: (Default)
So, I did a few crossover drabbles a few days ago. And they are ones I could probably expand a bit, if people prodded me a bit. Here they are, bitches!


Psych/White Collar )

SPN/Bones )

So if you want to see more of one of these, tell me. I don;t know what one to do next.
thisfishflies: (Glee Kurt Peacock)
Title: Yesterday's Parade, Chapter One
Author: [ profile] thisfishflies
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG for now
Wordcount: ~800
Spoilers: To be safe, all aired episodes.
Summary: A Cheerio organizes the ten year reunion- five years early. Everyone is changed, and it's all a surprise.
Notes: This is partially for [ profile] bhsbaby and a few other friends. Because they'll bug me if I don't write this.

The point of reunions was to shove your success into the faces of those who mocked and ridiculed you. )
thisfishflies: (run away)
I don't know where this came from.

All they could do was run.
The rules were set and there was no way out. No hundred year-old book could save them, no phrase in some long forgotten tongue.
It was something deep and primal and it was behind them. It was not visible, but Dean felt it at his back. Everything in him was telling him to run, so he did. It crashed through the underbrush behind them.
Castiel's breath was ragged and harsh, rasping out between his lips in quick puffs of white.
Deans feet kicked the ground, pounding so hard as to almost make him stumble with each stride. He was tiring and it was harder to pick his feet up. If he had been walking he would say he shuffled, but instead his toe dragged along the dirt and his arms flung out to keep him upright. They were slowing, and the sounds of pursuit seemed to grow even louder, more menacing.

Dean fell, crashing against Castiel. Castiel grabbed at his shirt and pulled, yanking him along. Dean did not want to continue. He wanted to give up. But, it knew what Dean was thinking. He could not give it the satisfaction. He gripped Castiel in return and they went.
The vegetation was coming to an end in front of them. They could see the rocks that edged the forest. Beyond the scattering of stones was an impossible desert. It was open and safe. If they could just get there. If they could just reach...

It sped up, knowing they were reaching their goal. Toying with them was fine, but it would not lose it's prey.
The sun was on their faces now. It was a welcome warmth after the branches that clawed them and tried to pull them back. That sensation gave them the last motivation they needed. They were not condemned to die in the darkness. They would live and be free.
Hours seemed to pass, but they made it over the rocks, weaving and tripping and scrambling. Castiel would say the sight in front of him was even more beautiful than heaven.
thisfishflies: (spn cas cloud)
Title:That Dappled Dream
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Notes: A response/continuation of [ profile] 9_of_clubs's fic And then the sun rises... Best read while listening to Do What You Gotta Do, as that is what was playing when I wrote it. It was meant to be a "and they all live happily ever after forever and ever the end" coda, but as with anything to do with my dear Neuf, it turned kinda hurty. But I loved writing it.

Find that dappled dream of yours, Come on back and see me when you can )
thisfishflies: (Default)
Title: omg, this just started as thigh holster porn, idek
Author: [ profile] thisfishflies
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, PWP, fluff
Spoilers: 5.04
Word Count: 1,400
warnings/summary- spoilery )

The thigh holster is new. Dean has never had a love for holsters, as they are hard to rip off and ditch if it's needed. )
thisfishflies: (Default)
Title: Intervention
Author: [ profile] thisfishflies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 5.04
Word Count: ~800
warnings/summary/pairing- spoilery )

Dean explores the new scars on his body )
thisfishflies: (Seagull)
From Deancas CHAT word prompt. Just a quick merfic bit. If you give me a few more prompts I'll try to do more as I work on more. I just need to get the juices flowing.


The room smelled of fish and brine and sand covered the floor. Castiel's boots leaned against the open door and fell inside themselves without any support. The walls have lines of grime leading up to the kitchen sink, everything marked where Dean touched. He was curious about it all. None of this was ever under the waves, even in the sunken ships. A vase that held now dead flowers caught his attention the most. He tipped it over, spilling the dead plants and the water on the floor. The water was not salty, he marveled. Castiel just sighed and got a rag.


SRSLY. Give me prompts.
thisfishflies: (Fish!)
"No Cas, we are not going to play 'I never'"

"But Dean, Sam says it is a traditional game. I would like to learn your culture. I've never played such a game."

"It's a drinking game. You can't drink."

"Dean, we have gone over this. Just because I don't need nourishment doesn't mean I cannot imbibe."

"No Cas. Jimmy didn't drink. You'd have no tolerance. All I need is a drunk angel of the lord on my hands."

"I'm sure that will not be a problem. Sam has said-"

"Sammy can keep his giant self out of this. Yeah, Sam, I see you. Stop giving Cas ideas!"

“I want to try this. It will allow you to learn more about me and foster a better synergy between us.”

“We'll play if you promise to never use the word 'synergy' again. It's enough to live in a horror movie, we don't need to add 'Dilbert' to it.”


“Never have I ever committed thievery.”


“Never have I ever been seduced by a siren.”


“Never have I ever slept with a women whose name I did not know.”


“Never have I ever had sex with a fallen angel.”

“Hey, aren't I supposed to go?”

“You just did Dean. You drank.”

“Wait- are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Never have I ever lusted after an angel.”

“Sammy put you up to this, didn't he?”

“Dean, you did not drink.”

“Fine. There. Now I'll go. Never have I ever lusted after someone I pulled from hell.”


“Really? Oh my god, you have been trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me!”

“Do you have any objections?”

thisfishflies: (fish brown)
So, I kept telling myself all day that I would finish the next part of merfic before going to sleep. Well, that is a lie. I'm so tired if I tried to do anything it would just be writing about how tired I am.

But! Here, have a snippet. This is the beginning of the next part, and may be familiar to some in CHAT.


Haha, that snippet is longer than the prologue. So, there's that.

I'll be needing a beta if this get's any longer. I mean, I should have one anyway, but I never really bother for anything less than 1k. But I really want merfic to be good and I always play fast and loose with my tenses.

And here's another little thing. It is from my creative writing class. We got prompts and I picked "you have a cough, get new medication and it makes something weird happen" or something like that. Only I've only gotten to the getting the meds, not the reaction yet. I want to finish this because it is second person and makes me laugh.

I did not choose this just so I could give someone whooping cough. )
thisfishflies: (Seagull)
Title: Tern in the Tempest: Prologue
Author: [ profile] thisfishflies
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~200 (WIP
Summary: AU. Dean is a lonely merman fighting against his father. Castiel is lost at sea and losing.

Tern in the Tempest

The storm is boiling on the horizon. It turns slowly, faces appearing and melting in the clouds. The setting sun dyes it all a purple, but with a sickly green edge, like a bruise. With waves already cresting white, the sea reaches up to the sky, only to be blown back by the wind.

Dean loves it. He can feel the familiar power of the ocean surrounding him- pulling him along. But the air, the air is electric. It's foreign and moves him in a curious way. His father would not understand, nor his brother. It's something just for him, something Dean doesn't have share. He takes one last longing look at the sky.

Then, between a flash of lightening and the roll of thunder, Dean jumps into a wave- his fin shining silver before the wave crashes down. The water gets colder the deeper he goes, but something still sparks across Dean's skin. Perhaps current is changing, bringing fresher waters to his nose.

Inside the tempest a small ship is tossed, winds whipping around the masts, trying to tear sails that are no longer there. One lone figure fights against it all, stumbling along the deck to tie the lines and securing everything to the sides. A crate comes loose and knocks the man's legs out from under him. His head bounces off a railing and he falls down, down into the black depths.

More to come. Will give proper name and such when I get more done. Got a title.
thisfishflies: (Merling you kidding)
Title: 20 Minute Commute
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: R/NC-17
Wordcount: ~500
Warnings: Public groping.
Summary: Shameless train sex.
Author note: For [ profile] dracoxk. It's not all that good, but it is the first porn I've written in years. So, yeah. Totally unbeta'd and probably contains many mistakes. Plus, I've only ridden on the subway, like, twice.

'Are we making fun of my wardrobe or having highly indecent public sex?' Merlin shoots back while continuing to fondle Arthur through his jeans. )


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