franztastisch: (books)
Just to let you all know, I've made (and imported this journal to) a dreamwidth account. So you can now find me here on dreamwidth as well as here. That one will probably just be the back up to this one - though I think I have to post to dreamwidth to get the whole crossposting thing, it doesn't work the other way.

Anyway, add me on there if you want!
franztastisch: (fiasco)
So, the past week has been rather terrible, hasn't it? Which makes a lovely change from the rather terrible year we've been having. As such, I have decided to do a thing.

I have set up a JustGiving page, where I'm aiming to raise £500 to donate to Planned Parenthood in VP-elect (and general terrible human being) Mike Pence's name. Because this way, I can do good while being passive-aggressive, and that's my favourite way to do things.


Let's piss off Mike Pence
Donate to Planned Parenthood


And feel free to share around. :)
franztastisch: (today sucks)
Okay. So, if you don't hear from me for a while, if I'm not online, it's because I am dealing with the fact that I'm in the process of watching my country jump off a fucking cliff.

Read more... )

franztastisch: (art)
Thank you for taking part in our little exchange and for writing me a story! I'm sure I'll love anything you do. :D (And I'm sorry the posting of this letter was late. If it wasn't for [livejournal.com profile] geckoholic I'm sure the entire exercise would have been a complete mess.)

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franztastisch: (regina)
Title: I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning - Chapter 4
Parings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Kate Bishop/America Chavez, past - Clint Barton/Jessica Drew
Rating: R
Warnings: shitbag brothers
Word count: 9844 (this chapter)


In which there is a piñata, a party and a prison visit.
franztastisch: (moon)
I was going to do one of my December topics today (if you want to suggest one, go here), but they are currently debating in the House of Commons whether or not to call airstrikes on Syria, and I am not in the mood.

I understand that this is democracy in action. I understand that there are other points of view. But I don't understand how people can be so blind to the suffering of others. This isn't Call of Duty, this isn't a video game. There will be other people on the end of those missiles; people with lives and loves and families. With hopes and fears, who want to be doctors, lawyers, teachers. Who want to live in a peaceful world where their "allies" don't bomb them because they happen to come from the same country as people who want to do harm.

My dad always said that my grandma - when she got annoyed with something people were doing, or the government was doing, or anything like that - would sometimes say "what this country needs is a good war!" And I understand what she meant. We are so comfortable, we've forgotten what it's like to live in fear, what it's like to pull together for a common goal, what it's like to be a victim. Collectively, we are used to shifting the problem. The last war fought on British soil ended in 1945. So few people are still alive who remember what it was like.

I've been on twitter, half following the #SyriaVote hashtag. It's just full of people opposed to the airstrikes, which makes a nice change from hashtags you think will be full of people who think the same as you and turn out to think Donald Trump would be great for America. But anyway, in one of those tweets I found this:



Tony Benn was a legendary Labour MP who died a couple of years ago. He was liberal, anti-war and very articulate. He had four kids and one is Hilary Benn, Labour MP. Hilary Benn will be closing the debate tonight, just before they go to vote.

Hilary Benn supports airstrikes on Syria.
franztastisch: (extra#6)
This was supposed to be something completely different, but turned into this instead because I couldn't be bothered to make the original idea work.

Title: Read Between the Lines
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Warnings: meta-ish? Fake links.
Disclaimer: watch as I write fiction about fiction
Notes: Unbeta'd. Post-Cap2 canon compliant. Won't work properly if you have fonts in any colour that isn't black.

Extract from Fear Intelligence: Accountability, Government Secrecy and the SHIELD/Hydra Exposé by Helen F. Walker and S. Katerina Nesbø )


I have no idea how to put this on AO3.
franztastisch: (family)
To Build A Home
[ 1400 words | non-beta'd | G | no warnings but see disclaimer ]

Disclaimer: this is not meant as speculation on AoU, this is not me 'retconning' for any sort of purpose, I'm not trying to fix anything I've read about or heard speculated. This is simply an idea I had regarding Clint and his apparent propensity for picking up strays with no motive other than to give them a chance. This has potential-AoU references in it, but is not me trying to fix anything. I don't think it's not going up on AO3 though.



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franztastisch: (regina)
Title: Snowblindness
Rating: PG13
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 4572
Warnings: injury
Disclaimer: lies and untruths
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices. Thank you again!
Notes: written for [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer as part of [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock's winter fic exchange. Essentially amounts to Melinda, Maria and Natasha in Austria saving Clint's arse. Go team!

They were in the Central Alps in Austria, in December at night fall, because if Clint Barton was going to be compromised, he was going to do it properly. And apparently that meant doing so in stupidly inaccessible places in the snow.
franztastisch: (felt like a kiss)
Title: Tippping Point
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: pre-Tony/Pepper
Wordcount: 3862
Warnings: implied/referenced suicide
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer
Notes: I wrote this because I was reading the graphic novel Climate Changed by Phillipe Squarzoni and even though I studied climate science as part of my degree and already knew most of what I was reading, it was still making me really angry. Tony got into clean energy after shutting down Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing, so I figured he must have been pissed about it too.

Living with your boss means sometimes you forget that he’s your boss.
franztastisch: (felt like a kiss)
Title: Not Doing This Alone
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 8254
Warnings: metions of suicude, homelessness, mild angst, PTSD
Disclaimer: Watch me as I write fiction about fiction. All recognisable characters are property of Marvel and Disney.
Beta: The wonderful [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices, who has been utterly fantastic in keeping this from veering into ridiculous accents and melodrama.
Notes: Bucky on the streets of Brooklyn; Hawkguy fusion, outside POV. Written for [livejournal.com profile] sholio as part of [livejournal.com profile] avengersfest 2014. Totally went out of my comfort zone writing Bucky and I'm super glad I did.

Unless you don’t got nowhere else to go, you don’t come down Blake Street way. It’s cold and there’s no shelter, ‘cept for what condemned lots provide. Got worse after the aliens though. One of them sled thingies crashed straight through the front of 37. Don’t matter all that much, ‘cos no one ‘cept homeless have lived there for years, but weird rotting alien bodies and that sled thing brought Feds and Blake Street ain’t the place anyone wants Feds. Full of people just making do, ‘cept Feds think that’s illegal. Fuckin’ Feds.
franztastisch: (neon bible)
I have returned from Ireland! It was nice. I had 13 hours sleep one night and saw the ugliest baby Jesus I've ever seen. I also wrote a story, long-hand, in two small notebooks (yes I completely filled a notebook). I like it but it's very... British. So I'm not sure it's going to be all that popular. But then again, that shouldn't matter really, should it? it's the first time I've tried Peggy POV and the first time I've written a relationship that isn't Clint/Natasha. It could be crap. We'll see.

Anyway, two fics written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Promptathon.

Title: Be Humankind
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Clint/Natasha, Peggy/Steve, Tony/Pepper, Maria/OFC
Wordcount: 5567
Warnings: none
Beta: the lovely [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices prompt: put Clint and Natasha in your place of work. My place of work is boring as shit, so I chose my voluntary job instead, which I love.

“OK, I know I haven’t worked with you lot for over a year but,” Peggy waves her hand to indicate Natasha in town and Clint in the back, “am I missing something?”



Title: Only Finger-Lengths
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Clint/Natasha
Wordcount: 660
Warnings: character death
Beta: none
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hufflepuffsneak's prompt: Natasha reads Clint's will or vice versa. This is the vice versa

“I am sorry for your loss, Mr Barton.”

Clint snorts. “Do you even know who I’ve lost?”
franztastisch: (regina)
Title: Just Like The Setting Sun
Fandom: MCU
Rating: 15/Mature
Pairings: Clint/Natasha
Wordcount: 1650
Warnings: implied rape, slavery, death
Disclaimer: Watch me as I write fiction about fiction.
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer
Notes: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Promptathon of Magic and Joy 2014 for my own prompt: Gladiator AU. Where they're both gladiators. Title from Setting Sun by Howling Bells.

Instead the fat man gives her a sword – indirectly, because he is stupid but he is not stupid – and when she has killed those within immediate reach he smiles. And though they do not share a language, his meaning is clear.

Fight for me, little girl.

She is not little, but she fights.
franztastisch: (moon)
Title: This Bitter Earth
Pairing(s): Clint/Natasha
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 1301
Warnings: Angst, starvation, background character death(s).
Remixing: The Nature of Dust by [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices
Author's Note: Pinch hit for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Remix Exchange 2014. I was really angry about climate change when I wrote this, which is fitting as it's a gift for a fellow geographer, and I am possibly more proud of this story than I am of anything I have ever written before.

Summary: The only beautiful things here are her and the stars. And he can’t reach the stars.
franztastisch: (regina)
Title: Firebird
Pairing(s): none
Rating: M
Wordcount: 2461
Warnings: See AO3 tags. Almost everything is implied rather than explicitly stated.
Remixing: Ghost Towns by [livejournal.com profile] enigma731
Author's Note: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Remix Exchange 2014. I wrote this a while ago, so I can't really remember if I chose this story to remix, or if it just chose me. Though I do feel slightly bad that I ended up remixing a fic based on my own prompt. :/

She is seventeen and she is Odette (but she is not, she is not) and she is picking off people like flies
franztastisch: (moon)
This is the closest thing I have to a finished cosplay and I love it. Obviously, I need the right tshirt (surprisingly difficult to find), the right accesories and to finish the jacket (since these photos were taken, I have a tacked blue stripe down one sleeve and a pinned blue stripe down the other. Sleeves are hard.) And then small things, like dying my boot leather and stuff.

Cut for photos )

Also, when I went out to show dad (because I am a child :P) he said, 'oh I know what your legs remind me of!' and then showed me a pale grey slug in the compost heap. Nice, dad. :P

In other news: Written for ATTF: Welcome Summer!

Stay (Wasting Time)
Clint/Natasha | G | 635 words | no warnings
Natasha maintins that rocky beaches are better than sandy beaches
franztastisch: (moon)
Title: Going Underground (Or: Five People Who Helped Save London, Even if They Didn't Know It)
Fandom: Thor
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Wordcount: 3075
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Watch me as I write fiction about fiction. All recognisable characters are property of Marvel and Disney.
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices. Thank you my dear!
Notes: As a (currently displaced) Londoner, this scene is both hilarious and wrong (see comments). So I fixed it.

“This is a service update from the control room at King’s Cross Station. The Jubilee Line is part suspended between Canada Water and Stratford, and the Docklands Light Railway between Limehouse, All Saints, Canning Town and South Quay due to…Unexpected occurrences... in the Greenwich area. People travelling to the Greenwich area are advised to… not.

There is a good service on all other London Underground Lines.”
franztastisch: (moon)
Another story from my friend Jenna, who got sick of writing white dudes.

Title: Do Not Disturb
Fandom: MCU
Rating: G
Pairings: Maria Hill/OFC
Wordcount: 693
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: fiction (ˈfɪkʃ(ə)n/ ) noun a) literature in the form of prose, especially novels, that describes imaginary events and people. b)
something that is invented or untrue.

Beta: none

Workaholics need downtime too.
franztastisch: (moon)
Yeah, so I stopped procrastinating posting this.

Title: Spare Me Over Another Year
Fandom: The Avengers
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Clint/Natasha, Clint/Bobbi
Wordcount: 9324
Warnings: Character deaths (see notes), canon and world typical violence
Disclaimer: Watch me as I write fiction about fiction. All recognisable characters are property of Marvel and Disney.
Beta: The wonderful [livejournal.com profile] shenshen77, who has been ridiculously helpful once again. Also thanks to [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer and [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices, who are great to bounce ideas off.
Notes: This started out as a sort of American Gods/The Book Thief/Avengers fusion, with a bit of Sandman thrown in. But then it turned into something else, though those elements can still be seen if you look hard enough. Death in this is similar to death as seen in Sandman/American Gods. So they die, but they don’t die.

Inspired by a prompt from [livejournal.com profile] _samalander which I saw in the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Secret Santa 2013; in her time as a reaper, Natasha has collected a lot of souls. She's never fallen in love with one before. For [livejournal.com profile] _samalander (obviously) but also [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices, who’s wanted an American Gods fusion ever since my prompt at the 2012 Summer Promptathon, and also my friend Jenna, to whom I gave this story as a (late) Christmas present.

Title from O Death as sung by Jen Titus. Lyric from Wake Up by Arcade Fire.

With my lighting bolts a-glowing
I can see where I am going to be
When the reaper
[S]he reaches
And touches
My hand
franztastisch: (regina)
So, bloody ages ago my friend Jenna wrote some Clint/Natasha fanfic which she kindly let me share. It had a part two, but she hated it so that never found its way online.

This is not that part two. But it is a part two.

Title: Stay
Fandom: MCU
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Clint/Natasha, past Clint/Bobbi
Wordcount: 4934 (this chapter), 13772 (total)
Warnings: Written with no prior knowledge of the character of Bobbi Morse. Please keep that in mind. Also, it's quite sad.
Disclaimer: fiction (ˈfɪkʃ(ə)n/ ) noun a) literature in the form of prose, especially novels, that describes imaginary events and people. b)
something that is invented or untrue.

Beta: Me only

Natasha finally gets clearence to work SHIELD missions and finds that many things have changed in Clint's life while she was away, but his attitude towards her wasn't one of them.

Part one here.

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