SchizoAuthoress's Library: A Collection of Fiction

Title: Commute
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Prompt/Fill: "heavy rain"
Word Count: 100
Summary: It's not all big crowds and spotlights.

Word of the Day: cumulus, noun:
1. A heap; pile.
2. A cloud of a class characterized by dense individual elements in the form of puffs, mounds, or towers, with flat bases and tops that often resemble cauliflower

Commute

Rain splattered messily across the windshield, was cleared away by the metronome swing of the wipers, and coated the glass all over again with alarming speed. Jinder Mahal twisted the appropriate lever and made the wipers move faster.

The world outside the rental car was dark, the highway ahead only sparsely populated with glimmers of red -- the brake lights of other drivers up ahead. A driver going in the opposite direction -- and the bright glare of headlights -- was even rarer, a mercy in this downpour.

"Sign with WWE," Jinder muttered with ironic cheer, peering into the gloom, "see the world..."

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Title: Modification
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none, pre-canon
Warnings: none
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: It's a simple question, asked for un-simple reasons
Note: This will likely be continued... I just wanted to get the drabble out.

Modification

"Who did your tattoos?"

Vincent snorted. "Most of my ink comes from doin' time, Cash."

Unruffled by Vincent's tone, Cash said, "Most. That means not all, don't it?"

Vincent lost the internal battle to keep a hard look going, and a smile lit up his face. "Nothin' gets past you."

"And you still hate givin' straight answers," Cash retorted. "Look, I want a simple change to my tattoo. Do y'know somebody who can help, or don't ya?"

"Dial it back, kid," Vincent said, "Talk to Pete."

"Legionnaire Pete?" Cash asked, surprised, "He does tattoos?"

"If y'think stick-and-poke counts, then yeah."

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Title: Communication
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set during Heath's "Free Agent" storyline in 2016.
Warnings: none
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Heath and his daughter converse.
Note: Hey look a new alternate universe! I decided to corral all my plotbunnies about 'the Slater Clan' off on their own, away from all the real revenants and witches and merrows. :)

Word of the Day: mignon, adjective: Small and pretty; delicately pretty.

Communication

Heath scanned the writing on the small memo pad in his hand, frowning with confusion. He looked down to meet his youngest daughter's eyes.

"Lulu," he said with a sigh, "I think your handwriting is gettin' worse."

Mary-Lou frowned back, shaking her head stubbornly.

Heath placed the pad on the arm of his chair, leaning forward to sign at her MONTH-PAST YOU PRACTICE with a stern negative head-shake.

Mary-Lou stomped one foot and insisted YES PRACTICE!

"Doesn't look like it to me, sweetheart," Heath said. "I'm sorry. Sign it out slow for your old dad, okay?"

Mary-Lou's expression brightened considerably.

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Title: Disembogue
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: follow up to Ariose, so still the May 7, 2018 RAW
Warnings: not canon compliant
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Sometimes you have to vent your feelings.
Note: You have to read the previous story to understand this coda.

Disembogue

"Do you mind riding with someone else to the next show?" Heath asked. "It'll be best if I drive alone tonight."

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Title: Dispelled
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set after the June 23, 2003 RAW (Kane's unmasking)
Warnings: description of facial scarring
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Kane unmasked, and an old glamour broke. He gets his first real look at his face.
Word of the Day: nary, adjective: Not any; no; never a.
(Nary was common in English in the 1700s as an abbreviation of the phrase "ne'er a" meaning "never a.")

Note: the explanation for Kane's scars in Walking With Death is first touched upon in Let Him Be Unjust Still

Dispelled

He stares at the unexpected reflection the mirror throws back at him. The face in the mirror looks pale and smooth, and if his mismatched eyes weren't staring back at him, Kane wouldn't recognize himself at all.

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Title: Cat Person
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none really
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Christian is a cat person, even if he's not human.

Cat Person

Christian was garbage at enthralling his prey -- sussing out how much to 'lean' on a person's will was difficult. He often relied on a human-like persona to get humans away from busy surroundings. Some nights, it was too much work.

Like tonight. Christian crouched in the shadows between buildings and waited for someone drunk and alone to wander by. They'd be easy to snatch, easy to feed from.

Something brushed against his leg. Christian glanced down, yellow eyes meeting yellow eyes. The stray cat's narrow chest rumbled with a purr.

Christian gently rubbed the animal between the ears. "Good kitty."

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Title: Wrong
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: "Under the Hood" arc of Batman v1
Warnings: non-specific discussion of Jason Todd's resurrection
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Jason Todd came back, and Eddie Bloomberg can't find that wrong.
Note: They were friends pre-Crisis, and post-Crisis Eddie mentioned being Jason's penpal.

Wrong

"I came back wrong," Jason says. His voice is steady, low... and deliberately devoid of emotion. He says it again, "I came back wrong."

Eddie hopes he's not trying to get a reaction. It's kind of shitty if he is, but Eddie figures that Jason hasn't really had a chance for self-examination when it comes to his trauma and how he talks about it all.

"You came back," Eddie says, "and that's not wrong."

Jason huffs out a sound that doesn't quite hit being a laugh. "I'm not who I used to be."

"You think I am? We all change."

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Title: Subsidence
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: for the Dean Ambrose episode of "WWE Chronicle" (and leading up to the October 22, 2018 episode of RAW, naturally)
Warnings: none
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Dean Ambrose returned, and the weight he's carrying hasn't eased.

Note: The dialogue is not a direct quote from the Chronicle episode, mostly because I wrote this at work.

Subsidence

"This has nothing to do with me," Dean mutters. His pale eyes dart to his persistent 'shadows', the cameraman and producer. He elaborates, "I come back only to get beat up dealing with someone else's problems."

Maybe it shouldn't bother him so much. Maybe if he were calmer, kinder, balanced, better... maybe then he wouldn't feel resentment gnawing at him right now.

Dean starts kneading his right arm with the opposite hand, thoughts in turmoil. If he was a forgiving friend, a better brother...

Dean locks a frustrated scream behind clenched teeth. He's not the only one at fault here!

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Continued in Downburst

Title: Tantalus
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R
Spoilers: "Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on a Serious Earth"
Warnings: references to pedophilia
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Jervis Tetch struggles with what he wants.
Note: Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder. Acting on the disorder is bad. Making that clear, though I hope the text does so as well.

Tantalus

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a companion piece to "Alecto"

Title: Belonging
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set after "Made of Honor" at least (Season 5, Episode 22)
Warnings: fluff, but references to pearls as a servant caste
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Bismuth doesn't accept the same old answer.

Belonging

Bismuth asks her the familiar question: "Who do you belong to?"

Pearl gives the same response as ever, declaring proudly, "No one!"

Bismuth smiles slightly. "That's wrong."

Bismuth's reply is wrong, Pearl thinks, as an old, old terror seizes her. It's an instilled fear -- that some higher-class Gem (and for a pearl, all are higher-class) will swoop in to claim ownership of her, and go unopposed.

Then Bismuth slips a finger beneath her chin, gently redirecting her gaze so their eyes meet. "You belong to yourself, Pearl," Bismuth says, "And you're definitely someone."

Pearl kisses Bismuth, lightheaded with joyful relief.

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