builtofsorrow: (dw | ten)
title: Ginger Stalking
characters: Ten, Martha, & the Weasleys (of sorts).
rating: G
words: ~1,800
spoilers: None, really.
notes: Just a little something Ten & Martha did might've done whilst stranded in 1969; that is to say, the crackiest of crack fics.
Originally posted at [livejournal.com profile] kyra_love.

'Blah blah blah, wibbley wobbley, timey wimey,' Martha interrupts, laughing a bit helplessly, though there's a note of frustration in her voice. 'Rather than the lecture on that, can we talk again about why we're out here in the dark looking for Harry Potter?' )
builtofsorrow: (polska | kochamy napoleona)
I'd say I don't know where this came from, only I do (so what I really mean is that I'm not entirely sure why I'm posting it). This is me on memories of my life in Poland and too much Miłosz & Herbert (and perpetually on bits of Eliot). This is the bit of me nurtured by my career-Army uncle -- the bit that, in spite of my somewhat pacifistic tendencies, has the utmost respect for anyone who's ever worn a military uniform. (And this is me plagiarising military hymns, abusing wordplay and allusion, and referencing a lot of things I probably don't deserve to, as well as a lot of things that very probably only make sense to myself.)

But this is for everyone we honour on November 11 (or the day after, as the case may be). This is for the men and women I don't remember or think on often enough.

Most of all, this is for Caban and Magik.

And there are months crueller than April, when soldiers come in a family unit, and they fall: father, then mother, and on it goes, one by one and too young. )
builtofsorrow: (king arthur | live free or die)

'We will always remember. We will always be proud. We will always be prepared, so we will always be free.'
Ronald Reagan
Omaha Beach, 6 June 1984
builtofsorrow: (hp | luna | chosen child of golden sun)
What follows is my first attempt at writing Luna. It's something I wrote a little bit ago, and it belongs in the series of Neville/Luna vignettes I'm trying to put down on paper, but I think it can stand on its own. I'm putting it here in part because I was going through some of my Google docs yesterday and rediscovered it, and... well, I really like it. I'm mostly posting it, however, because I figure doing so might enable me to finish the series. (Also, much as I'm loving all the Doctor Who/Torchwood plot bunnies that keep harassing me (/sarcasm), I need Harry Potter characters back in my head if I'm ever going to turn my bit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_holidaygen into something besides a blank document.)

Right. So this is me on Fisher's Mad Girl's Love Song (lyrics from the Sylvia Plath poem of the same title) & too much Nabokov (which probably does not show as much as I'd hope).

title: Mad Girl's Love Song
characters: Luna Lovegood; implied Neville/Luna
rating: PGish
words: <800
spoilers: None too specific, but the setting is taken directly from Deathly Hallows, so if you haven't read that, this is not necessarily going to make sense.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.) )


Feedback & concrit are, as always, equally appreciated & adored. ♥
builtofsorrow: (dw | m&j | returned to our old kingdoms)
title: No Longer at Ease (In the Old Dispensation)
fandom: Doctor Who
characters: Martha Jones and Jack Harkness, primarily. Brief appearances by the Torchwood team. Briefer appearances by Tish & Leo Jones.
rating: PGish
words: 3,340
spoilers: DW S3 'Utopia'(11) through 'Last of the Time Lords'(13). References to TW S1 generally, and more specifically 'They Keep Killing Suzie'(08) and 'Combat'(11). (But you don't necessarily need to have watched TW for it to make sense.) No definitive spoilers, per se, unless you have no idea what happens at the end of DW S3.
author's notes: Title from T.S. Eliot's Journey of the Magi.
For [livejournal.com profile] lexiedoh, who swoons with me over Jack, betaed extensively, enabled me along the way, and listened to my angst. Thanks go as well to [livejournal.com profile] un_titled_love & [livejournal.com profile] trinsy_fics, who also betaed & reassured. (♥!)
Any remaining mistakes are, of course, my fault.

...I had seen birth and death/But had thought they were different; this Birth was/Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death/We returned to our places, these Kingdoms/But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation/With an alien people clutching their gods. )


Feedback & concrit are equally appreciated, adored, and reciprocated with banana daiquiris. ♥

(Cross-posted to [livejournal.com profile] lifeonmartha and [livejournal.com profile] galactic_conman. Apologies if you see this multiple times.)
builtofsorrow: (hp | s/l | this will never change)
So I had [have, really] a writing journal, but I haven't updated it in yonks (that was for you, Jo ♥), and it's really just easier to keep everything here, methinks. Anyway, here there is Severus Snape fic, fic that attacked me this afternoon (no really, attacked; I am totally innocent in all this). Well, actually, Young!Sev began angsting about inside my head before I even finished Deathly Hallows, but then Neville & Luna came along and got me started on something that's turning into an I-don't-even-know-but-possibly-epic series of drabbles/fanmix/thingy. Anyway, I think Luna's talk of nargles, not to mention her general cheeriness, scared Sev off for awhile, but she's gone off somewhere, apparently, and here we are. (No, I have no idea why I'm rambling on like this.)

title: Killed the Things He Loved
cut for spoilery bits )
builtofsorrow: (dw | ten & martha | at the mouth of ny)
title: The Promise of Blue-Velvet Dark
fandom: Doctor Who
characters: Martha Jones; mentions of Adeola & The Doctor
rating: G
words: ~1,100
author's notes: Spoilery from Army of Ghosts through Smith & Jones. Title from Stars by The Weepies. Originally posted at [livejournal.com profile] banui_love.

Written for my dearest [livejournal.com profile] faeriemaiden, on the occasion of her 17th birthday.

... and Martha hadn't spoken the rest of the night, marvelling at the idea that broken things could be beautiful without being healed. )
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On the occasions when I am struck with the desire to make my own icons/headers/banners/what-have-ye, I often make use of lovely things provided by the following people:

Read more... )
builtofsorrow: (hp | lupin | you smell like moonlight)
title: And We Drown
: Lupin/Tonks
: G
words: <400
: A short foray into the thoughts of Lupin as he returns to the werewolf colony. Originally posted to [livejournal.com profile] rt_challenge for the January ficathon; inspired by prompt 2 -- The Clash's London Calling. Overly angsty.

He steps into the colony and he is submerged, forced into a different kind of transformation that is not-at-all physical and a thousand times more painful than the other. )
builtofsorrow: (moonstruck | bright amid the winter cold)
title: Belong
: Lupin/Tonks
: G
words: <400
: Originally posted to [profile] rt_challenge    for the January ficathon; inspired by this prompt (which, incidentally, is a photo I took in Gdansk on New Year's Day 2006).

builtofsorrow: (hp | i trust snape)
title: Virtú
characters: Severus Snape
rating: PG
words: < 800
author's notes: The following is my brain on Chris Columbus's genius, Richard Harris (i.e. The True Dumbledore), personal angst, Machiavelli, and old term papers: now in ficlet form! (Note the lack of Wilde: I'm branching out.) I believe it is only slightly odd. You might find it necessary to be very afraid. (Please also note that in spite of being inspired by Philosopher's Stone, the film version, it is not at all related.) Spoilers through The Half-Blood Prince.

“[O]ne should never let an evil continue out of respect for a good.” )
builtofsorrow: (hp | r/t | gold in the air of summer)
A drabble of the Remus/Tonks kind. It's rough and again, drabble-esque, and seems... scattered to me; doesn't quite fit together in some places quite right, and I'm not sure if I love or hate that.  But um, yes.  I'm going to stop talking now, before I make it sound so bad no one wants to read it anymore.

(Ah, and do forgive both the canon-raping and the possibly gratuitous mention of Wilde.  Concerning the first, I tried to make it fairly canon [and I think I mostly suceeeded], but I didn't follow it very strictly because... well, I didn't want to.  And as for the latter: well, I love him.  'Nough said.)


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The results of my first real attempt to write fan-fiction.  Concerning Andromeda Tonks nee Black; the rest is self-explanatory (or explanations follow).  [I hope.] 

Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see Life as a whole: by which, and by which alone, we can understand others in their real as in their ideal relations. )



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