annie hall//forgot my mantra - me

graphics (again)

Been trying out a lot of new art techniques lately (instead of writing up my guiding qualification, yes, I'm procrastinating) and thought I'd share them here. Some of these are made following tutorials exactly so I'm not making them public or claiming creative credit - those that are unique to me are posted on my tumblr 'cos it's so much easier to upload them there from my phone...


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life begins - me

Leverage/Drive fic: The Miles Keep Burning

Title: The Miles Keep Burning
Fandom/Character: (What's been crossed with Leverage) Drive (TV show) (Riley Smith was a main character as was Charles Martin Smith who managed to be in Leverage for longer than a minute *grins*)
Word count: 1679, I think! (over 1600 anyway)
Warnings (if any): Much like the show I'm crossing with, the ending is unresolved... (why do all the shows I love end WAY too soon?!)
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av//i <3 blackhawk - me

ClinTasha drabble: Sometimes He Flies

title: Sometimes He Flies
prompt: at the very top
(with apologies/thanks/awe to Neil Gaiman)
wordcount: 100

Stark might think he knows how to fly but Clint knows how to fall. To stand on the precipice and launch himself into the void knowing there's nothing to catch him - no safety net, no harness, no genteely-spoken AI.


To fall. To know no way out. This is freedom. This is living.

But Clint never lets himself fall. Not until the day he makes a break, escapes the crowd and retreats to the top of Stark Tower.

And she's there. Waiting.

This is falling and living and dying.

Clint falls.

And this time, he flies.
av//hawkeye down that road - me

ClinTasha drabble: Wherever You Go

Yesterday's be_compromised 'All The Things Friday' post focused on drabbles, and you know me... Can't resist a challenge!

Title: Wherever You Go
Prompt: A full tank of Gas
Fandom(s): Avengers MCU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton
Rating: PG

Sometimes she needs to be... alone. Normality has never worked, not for Natasha. So sometimes she has to leave. Be elsewhere.

It's six months since New York. Since she put everything on the line to save one man. Six months since she took that man into her bed. Into her heart.

She wakes and knows.

It's time to be somewhere else.

She doesn't pack. Doesn't say goodbye.

Her car smells like him. She breathes in his scent and knows that normality is overrated. the door opens and he slides in.
"Where to?" he asks.
"Wherever you're going." She smiles.