(For anyone who was originally reading Destiny, I decided to scrap that fic. I didn’t like where it was heading, & frankly this was what I wanted to write in the first place.)

Rose talking about writing reminded me:

• While I like where Destiny is right now, I don’t like where it’s going & have therefore decided to scrap what I have & start over. Less characters, solid plot BEFORE I start writing
• Scrapping Destiny will potentially help me move onto the next two fics I’d like to do, one in a new AU (still in need of much work) & a sequel (also in need of planning)
• Someone needs to end the lack of action in Jefferson Starships. Diedrick is back at the Diner, so there’s a few people who can now speak to him & get the ball rolling again

That is all :3

ohwellfuuckk asked: me & whoever you wanna write me with ~ :3

FUCK YOU TUMBLR I DIDN’T MEAN TO HIT ENTER UGH I HAVE TO REWRITE THAT WHOLE FUCKING THING

“C’mon, just one visit? Like a week or so would be nice even.” John smiled, having been playfully begging for a while now to get Paula to come see him. She laughed, sipping at her drink. “I dunno, I’ve got liquor here… plus cats. Why leave? If anything you should come to me.” “I can buy you booze! Or make you a rum cake. At least buy one if that whole baking thing doesn’t work out.”

John & Paula’s talking on Skype had always been nice for both of them, but neither could help wanting some actual interaction for a change. “If I’m getting on a plane I’d better get high class booze, & a massage.” Crossing his arms, John thought before grinning. “Getting to massage you would be worth buying the ticket myself… you may have yourself a deal in the works.”

Life is a cyclic pattern. Things rarely happen for the first time, & that’s almost a comfort to sedate you when you’re trying to go through your day. After all, a day can only be average if there’s an average to base it off of. But as all cycles go, there must be an ending where things all come full circle; & today, in a snowy bit of forest between a cute girl trying not to shiver in clothes too thin for travel & a smug grin radiating satisfaction wrapped in a designer suit, John looked the end dead in the eyes.

On a side note, I feel awesome having actually named the AUs for my fics now

Life AU = Destiny

Death AU = From Dust

angrybrucie asked: Tiff and me because I'm liking all this, AU uh, Doctor who? Are you a whovian? Or I guess, X-Men? Eh eh. Both? XD haha.

(I still haven’t seen Doctor Who! I’m getting to it, I promise! X-Men I can do though :3)

“Andy, it never had to be like this!” Tiff yelled, tears in her eyes as she looked at the shell of her dear friend, barely the same person now, consumed with righteous indignation towards the people who had made the two outcasts in the first place. “They deserve it Tiffany! They couldn’t just leave us alone, no… they had to poke & prod & shove us into the limelight until we were visible to everyone! We were a spectacle! & now they’re going to be the spectacle, they’ll become the example of what happens when an insignificant bug toys with a god!” Andy nearly growled, making the three men snivel & whimper before one cried out in pain, his wrist visibly breaking as she clenched her fist tighter. Tiff ran over, tackling her while she teleported the two to the first place she thought of: The bench that the couple first spoke, the park where they first played, the grassy field where they first kissed… where Andy used to be sweet.

Being born into package delivery always seemed like a curse until she became the secretary at Tauber Corp., bringing a bit of brightness to the daily routine. She never really said much, none of us were allowed to anyway, but the fact that she actually smiled when I walked into the room was enough to make me feel… noticed. Noticed was a blessing all in itself after the assigning according to my dad, & for that reason I’d never take it for granted.

angrybrucie asked: Also, Tiffany and me because come on. AU: Assassins Creed, any time period.

Tiff snuck through the crowd, her head down as she kept her eyes on her target; practicing or not, she wasn’t going to be any less determined to succeed. Moving from one group to the next, she finally got behind the mark, her hand slid gently into the back pocket of Andy’s jeans as a grin slowly spread before Tiff squeezed, making the unsuspecting girl jump & audibly sqeak. Laughing, Tiff kissed Andy’s cheek & hugged her tightly. “I totally would’ve gotten you, you know.”

angrybrucie asked: You and Jogn, The Walking Dead au.

John cocked his shotgun as he looked out the window, seeing a few zombies shuffling closer as his stomach growled. Saer sighed, walking back into the room with a loaded Circut Judge in his hand. “Well, there’s a bit of food but at the rate zombies are showing up… we’ll have to leave soon.” John turned to reply, seeing the grin on Saer’s face as he stepped up to the window. “Did you… make me a sandwich?” Chuckling a bit, Saer fired off a shot as John walked towards the kitchen, finally getting to eat while he thought of ways to repay the favor.