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A quick doodle of Mitch and Jill from pchat today.
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sorry about being so inactive. TT_TT
A quick doodle of Mitch and Jill from pchat today.
The Massive AU Overview.
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/171713/
oh, look at that. I actually got this massive fan fiction done (enough to be readable). Don't mind the grammar, I didn't have an editor.
And sorry about OCs, and no dialog. It is usually easier to write from the perspective of outsiders. For me, once the "characterization" of the canon-analog characters have been established they go on autopilot. Also, ask them shit if you want to know. I have a some of the Fem-Felt's biographies wrote out, but that too is going to be a long and tedious endeavor.
Date Word Doc. Created: Thursday, January 20, 2011.
Posted on-line: Thursday, June 27, 2013.
in case you've missed this, these are pics of Barbra (this AU's fem-crowbar) that were attached at the end of the fic posted a few weeks ago. A little older and a little grayer then she use to be (28 vs 38).
the fic was going to be in comic form until i remembered that i'm not so good at drawing structure backgrounds and it started to look like butt.
you're such the lady's man, trace.
(sorry for the long wait for something so little, kind of busy and trying to tap the inspiration tree for something less sappy with little success)
poked eggs.
happy valentine's day everybody.
Candace and Megan... cause I don't draw them enough XD
*sails away*
Eh... have a short Bar/Snow fanfic, it's kind of an info dump on future events.
“How long have you been up?” the familiar voice entered the room, but lingered around the doorway.
“Would it matter?” he answered at a low murmur that his deep voice turned into a growling purr. He turned away from the window to look at Barbra and was taken a breath. She looked unfamiliar to him, choosing to wear a formal business suit today rather then her usual, more sensual, “work” attire.
“I was just curious,” her hand reaching forward so she could lean against the white door frame. “I thought you were going to be busy today.”
“What about you?” he turned the subject around. “You’re not a morning person, aren’t you going to be at the Club later tonight?”
“No,” she said with a long sigh. “I actually won’t be spending as much time at The Cue any more.”
“Oh?” He became suddenly interested in the conversation. “What’s going on with that?”
Barbra gave him a stern frown: “I told you before: I’m letting Diana take up some of the responsibility.”
“Ah,” he quickly searched his thoughts, grasping at the faint memory that was once that conversation. “I’m sorry, I had forgotten, I kind of remember that…”
“She’s running it as a part-time manager,” Barbra’s voice gone flat. “I’m still holding onto the rights to it, but The Cue hasn’t been getting as much business as it once was and Diana has been wanting a place for her Sideshow gig for the past couple years.”
“That Magician-Voodoo-shtick she does?” Mr. Snow scrunched up his nose at thought.
“Performance art, Hon,” Barbra made little quotes with her fingers. “It seems to be pretty popular with the kids. She acts like the Ringleader of a Sideshow and have people like sword-swallowers, living pen-cushions, and contortionists play in on the act. It’s kind of funky to watch, and if it brings in the new crowd: all the more power to her.”
“Is that why you are dressed like a bank clerk then?” Mr. Snow wanted to get off the subject of that odd woman as soon as possible. Barbra looked down at her clothing, then folded her arms across her chest, making her boobs stick out from under the green blazer she wore.
“Fuck off,” she grumbled, turning her nose up at him. “I can’t believe you forgot this too.”
Mr. Snow scrunched his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at her. He looked her over as he gathered his thoughts once again, taking a peak at what fate had to say on the matter. She wasn’t at all amused by his silence, her necked lips pressed together as her almond-shaped eyes widened, taking up much of her face. “You’re… going to Tracy’s.”
“Close enough,” she waved a few fingers at him from under her breast, refusing to unfold her arms for him. “I’m going to be her new assistant. She’s been looking for one for months and with her new baby coming in a few weeks, I’m volunteering.”
“She’s the accountant, right?” Mr. Snow quirked an eyebrow in her direction.
“Yes…” She nodded. “And I’m the only other person among our gang that has any kind of collage education, even if it is in business management.”
“What about Fran?” He then asked. “Why isn’t she helping?”
“Fran’s not book-smart,” Bar said rather bluntly. “But she is helping to take care of the kids while Tracy is at work, and that’s good enough.”
“What about your own kid?” Mr. Snow nodded to the sleeping child near by.
Bar unwrapped her arms from around her body and looked over to the girl. “I’m doing this for Rook.”
“How so?”
“Taking this job would mean I will have more time to be with her, time that is very precious,” she had came into the room and crouched down by the bed. She reached over to touch the girl’s thin face, moving a wispy strand of hair behind her cheek. “Because I don’t have to be stuck in one place any more, I’ll be on-the-go, meeting with our clients directly, and getting things done faster. They won’t be able to hide as easily. It’ll be a lot like the old days, back when Maud was getting shit done.”
“And it got her killed for that,” Mr. Snow interjected.
“We have a truce, one you, yourself, had put in place,” she stood again, facing the dark shadow that he occupied in the room. “The lines are set, as long as we operate within those lines, we can do what ever we want. These next few weeks are going to determine which way this organization is going to be headed for the next ten years.”
“Only time can prove you right or wrong,” Mr. Snow loomed over them, his black form silhouetted in the sunlight coming from the window behind him. “But, I will tell you this much is true: in these next few years there will be change, try not to set things in stone so soon.”
“What was that supposed to mean?” Bar’s face scowling at him from a cross the room, but he’d already gone quiet again, looking back out the window at nothing in particular.