catko

Fandom: Fringe
Pairing: Olivia/Peter
Rating: G
Word count: 391
Notes: You have to know the show to know. I loved the ending, but I wanted it even less ambiguous!

Peter let himself into the house, and, catching sight of himself in the entry mirror, brushed some dandelion fluff from his hair. Smiling again at the warm memory of the day, he leafed through the mail and simultaneous cocked his ear at the sound of mingled squeals, splashing, and laughter from above.

He was just tearing open a long envelope when( Read more... )

For a challenge at gameofcards, to write drabbles inspired by icons posted by others. Here's mine...


( Fringe, BSG, Batman, Buffy, and Murder She Wrote... )
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Fun challenge; we submitted several fandoms and got random pairings. I got to choose between Felix and Paul of Orphan Black OR Peter and Lincoln Lee of Fringe. So I tried for both. Heed the warning.

Where Nobody Knows Your Name

Name: catko      
Team: clubs
Fandom: Fringe, Orphan Black
Pairing: Felix/Paul, Peter Bishop/Lincoln Lee
Rating: PG 13
Warning/Notes: reference to sexual activity; drinking. Crack, by which I mean silly and quite implausible.
Word count: 1014

“Oh, good. Look who it is.” Felix said witheringly as he pushed past Paul and put the key in the front door of his building. “Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to jostle you. Gonna arrest me?” This was thrown over his shoulder as he pulled the door open and moved to step into the foyer. He managed to keep his face and tone sardonic but felt his heart beating faster and had to fight to control his breathing. What was this now? A bit of PTSD from the arrest and near-frame-up? Couldn’t blame him; there had been a moment there where he’d been genuinely terrified. But this didn’t feel like fight-or-flight; no, it was more like…

( More like what? )

Fun challenge re-do for tv_universe, Challenge 10 - Who Said What Now? They generated a list of awesome TV quotes (see them at the link), then we were to make art/fic out of five of them, in a different fandom from the quote, if that makes sense. I tried my hand at wallpapers and tumblr graphics, which I tend to be bad at.  See for yourself.

( We were on a break!... )

These were for a "drabble tag" challenge at womenverse where someone writes a drabble, then the next person chooses a three-word phrase from that story and uses it in their own. Rule: all stories must feature women characters, or be about a woman. So...

( Castle, Sherlock BBC, Buffy, Firefly, Fringe )

If I met Astrid Farnsworth, I'd SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.



If I met Astrid Farnsworth I'd be smiling, because she is lovely and intelligent and helpful and a good laboratory scientist and has a great sense of humor and is funny and can also be badass, after all she is an FBI agent.

If I met Astrid Farnsworth I would be awestruck and tongue-tied and shy but she would be charming and welcoming, but not too effusive to make me uncomfortable, just enough to offer me a seat in the lab, and some bad warmed over coffee, and explain what she's doing on the computer, and urge me not to mind the body parts hooked up with electrodes, and wave laughingly when Gene moos and startles me, and ask me about what I do, and tell humorous but affectionate stories about Walter--"You'll never believe what he did for April Fool's Day! He rigged up a device so it would look like Gene was giving chocolate milk! That old man, he's not as crazy as he seems!"--and whisper about the secrets the team has uncovered, and say a few worried words about how pale Olivia is looking, and grin when she talks about Peter playing "The Way You Look Tonight" on the piano.

If I met Astrid Farnsworth I'd ask her about how it was to meet her alternate self--was it fun, like having a twin sister, or dislocating, like you were losing your identity? Was it like looking in a mirror at a woman wearing clothes and a beret you'd never wear, or was it like looking at a strangely familiar stranger? Or was it just like meeting anyone else, someone shy and scared and awkward, that just needed a happy grin and a cup of coffee to feel at home in a strange strange universe?

If I met Astrid Farnsworth, I'd probably find myself flirting a little, getting lost in those wonderful warm eyes, watching her nose wrinkle in concentration as she examines some data, or find myself staring at her--um--back walking across the lab to grab a sheaf of papers. I'd wonder if she saw anything in me, just a curiosity or a bureaucrat like so many others, or if she'd see the spark of interest in my gaze, maybe meet it with an inquiring, even seductive, look of her own. Reach her hand across the lab table, brush my wrist with her fingers, touch her lip with her tongue, give a throaty hum, and maybe gesture toward the back room with promise in her smile.

If I met Astrid Farnsworth, I'd ... call her by her right name.

I guess I'm still working out my Fringe thing, so when this activity in the_deepbluesea came along...



( Poems and stuff for Fringe... )

For the fandomverse Big Bang, I thought I'd:
--Say another goodbye to my much-lamented Fringe;
--Revisit an idea I had on fringeverse thanks to blue_sunflowers, the ABCs of Fringe; and
--Finally freaking learn how to make gifs.

Was I entirely successful? No. But it was sad, fun, and I think next time I could do better....

See if you can guess what's what. And if you need a hint, this revised (for post-Season 4) poem might help. Yeah, it's ridiculous too, but anyway. Fun, I say, fun!



( The rest... )

Task/Rules:
- Write a fic that is exactly 26 words.
- Each word must start with a different letter of the alphabet.
- No first letter can be repeated.
- Letters of the alphabet do not need to be used in order.

But I did mine in order anyway. This was fun.

"Zeppelin! Yes! X!" Walter vociferously uttered. "Three stereo recordings quit playing! Oh, now my left knee joint is hurting."
"Go find energy drinks," coaxingly beamed Astrid.

"A bite can damage everlastingly! Ferociously!" Giles huffed insistently. "Just keep learning, memorizing, never over plan."
"Quite right," Spike toasted.
"Ugh, vampires, why?" Xander yawned Zeppo-ishly.

It's a redux of this challenge from--wow--two years ago! Secret tee hee to blue_sunflowers, who was irked beyond reason at the way the Alphabet thingies in the schoolroom were so oddly spaced. We never learned if that had any meaning.