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Cosima and Delphine from Orphan Black.
Title:  Blue Bird 

***SPOILERS FOR THE FIRS SEASON*****

Her hair was like wheat ready for the picking, the colour of sun kissing the earth and dazzling it with it’s golden spray. Cosima had never been a poet, she had never found her ways around words that didn’t involve theoretical latin words or numbers; she had never been able to compare someone to a Summer’s day no matter how much her heart arched for that person. She could compliment them by the biological structure, by saying their chemical makeup was the imperfectly perfect combo that made up a person of splendor that was a once in a life time occurrence. But all people were like that really, well almost all people, everyone but her. 

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11 January 2014, 13:14     with 1 notes        

Max requested DickRoy and the words Popcorn and theatre

The wind was burning his cheeks and making the pale skin spark with colours of red and blue; the scattered orange of stubble been long ignored as the air left kissed on that skin. His cheeks rosy and his nose tinted to match the wicked air that licked it’s way through buildings and up windows to reach the dank cloudy sky. Winter was here and though the city of Gotham did not get the pleasure of clean snow and crisp skies, it was given instead the ushering of dangerous nights and homeless youth scattering the streets. People freezing and cursing at the wind that left such sweet kisses on Roy’s cheeks. 

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10 January 2014, 19:05     with 2 notes        

I try my best to be kind

I try my best to be sweet

I try my best to have patience beyond belief.



I try my best to act right

and be firm in my ideals

to only speak up when theirs distaste at my heels.



But somewhere along the line 

I lost my ability to hold

Onto those important to me

So I stay alone. 

When I try to get in close

Life gets in the way

and I end up pushing people away

I don’t do it on purpose

I’m sorry, I am

I would take it all back, I don’t give a damn


But the damage is done

Nothing else to do

you’re a lost lonely soul

in a sea so blue.


When I feel sad I like to create art

In the hopes that one day
I can look back on this and say

"You’re loved and were always loved,

some paths just look darker one way.”  

2 January 2013, 0:20     with 4 notes        

Nightmare Poem

This is the stuff of dreams, the whisper of promises in your ear and the faces that dance in the dark. The hoot and hallor of your fellow man as they watch you burn. The crinkle in the sheets and the crack in the wall, crawling-crawling—crawling until you fall. The sound of sirens and the sound of heart beats; the whisper of death on your feet. The cry of fear and the promise of failure; the drowning of your parents in this closed chamber.

You’ll amount to nothing and you’ll rise from burnt crops, nothing for you to hold onto as the world spins around like a rusty old top. The world is doomed! The whispers will yell as angels of stone rise from hell. You, John Blake, are the saviour of nothing and the bringers of death, riding up allies like bloody Macbeth.

The scratch of nails on a wall and the man in suits, looming tall and faceless as your future salutes. Every call in the dark and whimper in the night are silenced by fear and the site of your might. You’re worthless and broken there is no one here for you in the world; not mother or father… their love misspoken.

You’ll die alone in a pile so deep full of dead bodies trying to claw from the heap. You’ll step on them all and bring down this world and with your last breath you’ll mutter: “Conquer”   

19 September 2012, 21:54     with 5 notes        

kaciart:

“Miss me?”

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There had been a rift torn between them the last couple of months, and that was all Conner could think about as he sailed effortlessly through the sky. He had finished his chores for the day and he had played with Krypto until the sun went down; he had fancied a ‘walk’ though, if you counted cloud drifting as a walk. He had been thinking a lot about Tim the last few days and before he had known it he was floating towards Gotham.

He hadn’t realized until he was hit with the strong smell of smog and the thickness that seemed to coat his lungs; he had grown use to it, but he was only a couple miles away and he hadn’t even called to say he would be there. He could turn around now… head back to Smallville and just crawl into bed, be ready for work on the farm the next day, but every time he tried to reason with his brain it kept pushing him forwards. So he drifted, slowly and effortlessly towards the gleaming city of Gotham.

He and Tim hadn’t talked much in the last while, and honestly he understood why. The school semester for summer was coming to an end and the teen had been more then busy with finishing up University work and everything of the like. Tim got into those modes when he just couldn’t concentrate on anything else but work, and Kon was use to it by now, but that didn’t mean he was okay with it. He missed the cryptic nature of the other and the way his brows pinched when he disapproved of something but didn’t want to say; he missed languished days on the couch and kissing Tim’s bruised knuckles while he tried to read. He missed everything about the teen and he knew he wasn’t going to get to see him for at least another two weeks until he had caught up on his Wayne Enterprise work and filled out his course load for the fall semester.

Workaholic.

Kon was drifting through the city with little purpose though, the streets rather bare for a city this size, but people learnt not to come out at night when the town was so dangerous. The hero sighed quickly and wondered if he was even going to be able to catch Red Robin before he stormed out into the night to fight crime and keep his city safe; it wasn’t too late, and surely he would be in studying for another hour at least. He could just… drop in, say hi.

Conner increased his speed as he felt time pressing, heading towards Wayne Manor and hesitating as he landed. The place was empty as ever, but he could hear voices coming from inside; sounded like there were a few people in there and the teen was having a hard time differentiating them.

Alfred for sure… Tim too, that was good; he could hear Dick laughing in the background, maybe Damian? He wasn’t use to that kid’s voice yet, so it was hard to say, but it sounded like things were on simmer in the Wayne household for right now. Conner pushed up his glasses as a double check, not wanting to barge into the house when they didn’t have an supers over; that would be problematic and he’d never be forgiven by a Bat again. Man… he really had to be missing Tim a lot to just walk up to the front door and knock.

“Master Conner?” Alfred said a tad surprised as he held the door open to let the teenager in. “We were not expecting you. What brings you to Gotham, sir?”

The hero stiffened an awkward laugh at the butler, smiling broadly none the less and striding in.

“Good to see you Alfred, is Tim here?” He knew the answer for that, but it seemed as soon as he asked the brunette emerged into the great hall with a look of shock on his face.

“Conner,” the boy blinked at him, stopping half way in his step before moving towards the front door. “What’re you doing here?”

“Passing through,” the younger answered easily, putting his hands in his pockets and teetering back on his heels.

Tim made a face at that and waved his hand over his shoulder; “well come on. I was about to get ready for patrol. Do you want to come out with me?”

Kon’s nose pinched a bit, having hoped to spend a least a fraction of his time with Tim not in spandex; but any time with the teen right now was better then nothing. He nodded as a response and followed the boy up to his room.

No matter how many times Conner had been here, he still couldn’t get use to the size—and no doubt he’d get lost every single time. He didn’t even know which room was Tim’s, not by memory at least; Wayne Manor was something else entirely.

“Really,” the brunette said as he walked through the finely painted wooden door, shutting it snug behind them, “why are you here?” His question came off a bit harsher then the intention, Kon was sure, but he gripped his chest in fake pain none the less.


“Ow,” the boy answered, a flicker of a smile coming to his face, “can I not want to see you?”

Tim’s lips pulled down into a small frown, moving towards the window to pull the drapes shut.

“That’s a double negative. Just didn’t think you’d be by is all. It’s nice seeing you; sorry I’ve been so busy.”

Conner smiled at that and took off his glasses, popping them into his back pocket and shedding the plaid printed pull over before moving to the other’s side. He moved his hand up the small of Tim’s back as he pulled the drapery, his attention grasped as he looked up Conner’s forearm and towards his face.

“Miss me?” Tim asked lightly, a smile starting to turn at the corner of his mouth as his hand navigated up Kon’s shoulder and rested at his neck.

Conner smiled back effortlessly, staring back into Tim’s eyes and taking in that beautiful shade of blue. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Tim’s eyes, and the teen could feel his heart pound out of his chest with glee as his hands moved to hold the elder’s face tenderly.

“More then anything,” the brunette answered simply, his voice almost hushed as he leaned in to steal a kiss.  

(Art not by my, obviously, story written by Skepsiss

7 September 2012, 22:43     with 512 notes     via kaciart    

Mormor Prompt

Title: Dinner and a Show   

Pairing: Jim Moriarty/ Sebastian Moran

Universe: BBC Sherlock Holmes, before meeting Sherlock.  

Rating: N17

Word Count: 1,900+

Author: Skepsiss 

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me etc.

Paraphrase: Prompt asked of me to write a dinner ‘date’ with Seb and Jim when they’re discussing business, but things escalate. 

And now there is some lovely additional stuff that will lead up for the next section I’ll write when they actually admit to having feels. 
Not really important, but this is what I was describing for the men to be wearing. Jim: http://blogs-images.forbes.com/josephdeacetis/files/2012/03/brioni_final.jpg with these shoes, but in white: http://cdn103.iofferphoto.com/img/item/167/528/059/jE44HcPlYUAz4bi.jpg 

Seb: http://hoholi.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Giorgio-Armani-men-suits-200x300.jpg 

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-5kp8rvgMA/ScJmF9FtksI/AAAAAAAADzA/IqXcwgYLSCw/s320/b56250_s310-m02.jpg 

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16 August 2012, 11:23     with 5 notes        

Finished!

skepsiss:

Title: Mama Mia, here we go again   

Pairing: Derek Hale / Stiles Stilinski

Universe: Teen Wolf after the Kanima 

Rating: PG13

Author: Skepsiss 

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me etc.

Paraphrase: Follow up to this fic  here I wrote for a prompt. I just… kept on writing after posting. This is Stiles’ POV and I want to finish this up with some kind of conclusion as to where their relationship sits. 
Just dribble mostly… Stiles being Stiles and lonely.  

And now there is some lovely additional stuff that will lead up for the next section I’ll write when they actually admit to having feels. 

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this was the WIP i was working on and is now done : ) 

31 July 2012, 13:51     with 8 notes     via skepsiss    

Finished!

Title: Mama Mia, here we go again   

Pairing: Derek Hale / Stiles Stilinski

Universe: Teen Wolf after the Kanima 

Rating: PG13

Author: Skepsiss 

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me etc.

Paraphrase: Follow up to this fic  here I wrote for a prompt. I just… kept on writing after posting. This is Stiles’ POV and I want to finish this up with some kind of conclusion as to where their relationship sits. 
Just dribble mostly… Stiles being Stiles and lonely.  

And now there is some lovely additional stuff that will lead up for the next section I’ll write when they actually admit to having feels. 

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28 July 2012, 18:07     with 8 notes        

Sterek depressing fluff

Title: Yes and No  

Pairing: Derek Hale / Stiles Stilinski

Universe: Teen Wolf after the Kanima 

Rating: PG13

Author: Skepsiss 

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me etc.

Paraphrase: Short depressing prompt from Derek’s POV. Usually I would write from Stiles’ POV but I decided I should try something a little different and more challenging. I have no idea if I did a good job or if if this makes any sense. Most of it was written with a half functioning brain as I watched Suits.
Pretty much Derek just feeling worthless and broken.  

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28 July 2012, 13:45     with 7 notes        

Tim/Kon fic

Title: Now what colour are your eyes  

Pairing: Conner Kent / Tim Drake

Universe: Titans Universe, made up scenario, after Conner’s return 

Rating: PG

Author: Skepsiss 

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me etc.

Paraphrase: Short depressing fluff. Tim is in the hospital after a accident while fighting crime. From Conner’s POV. Prompt given to me : )
This can be taken as a BFF fic or a relationship fic, I didn’t specify. Hope everyone enjoys!

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27 July 2012, 23:03     with 11 notes