Down in Albion

The Arcadian dream's not fallen through

Another Brick in The Wall, part one (Goodbye Blue Sky) [Supernatural, secret pairing]
Title: Another Brick in The Wall, part one: Goodbye Blue Sky
Genre/pairing: angst, h/c
Rating: R for themes
Word-count: ~1300
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Non-con (implied), dissociation (this part). Warnings updated as chapters go on
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue! Title credit Pink Floyd.
Summary: To begin with, Sam didn't know anything.

Part one of a longer fic. Chapters will be about a week apart to begin with, as I'm writing as I go.

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Subterranean Homesick Blues (Supernatural, gen)

Title: Subterranean Homesick Blues
Genre/pairing: h/c, gen, brief mention of Dean/OFC
Rating: R for themes
Word-count: ~2200
Spoilers: None post-Lazarus Rising.
Warnings:  Drug addiction, drug use, drug withdrawal, flashbacks, panic attacks, PTSD, self-harm.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue! Title credit Bob Dylan.
Summary:  A series of tiny heart attacks.
Written for this prompt in the h/c meme: Unknown to Sam, Dean has been reliant on anti-anxiety medication since he got back from Hell. [...] One day he wakes up to find that Sam has thrown out all his pills, painkillers, tranqs and booze: he's decided it's time for his brother to sober up. Dean tries to warn him how bad things will get, but Sam still isn't prepared for what happens.

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Keep Yourself Warm (Supernatural, gen)
Title: Keep Yourself Warm
Genre/pairinng: h/c, 5+1, gen.
Rating: R for themes
Word-count: ~1600
Spoilers: none.
Warnings: Self-harm
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue! Title credit to Frightened Rabbit.
A/N: My first post to the comm, hi :) 
Summary: From the prompt h/c meme prompt here4 times Sam saw self-injury scars on Dean, 1 time he asked about them.

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[MCR] Born to Run: Still Ill
Title: Still Ill
Author: [info]break_kitkat
Rating: R for themes
Warnings: none, some PTSD but nothing graphic.
Words: ~1700

"No reason to get excited," the thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke,
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

Author's Notes: This is another installment in the Born to Run series. The other parts are Talkin' World War III Blues and Bird on a Wire. Hope you enjoy, I appreciate feedback as I'm not sure where this is going yet, but it keeps running away from me! Bonus points if anyone knows where all the quotes came from, I will gift you some batteries.



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[MCR] Born to Run: Bird on a Wire

Title: Bird on a Wire
Author: [info]break_kitkat
Rating: R for themes
Warnings: torture, violence, psychological torture.
Words: ~300 words 

Against the famine and the crown
I stood up, they cut me down.

Author's Notes: short scene that can stand alone or be read as part of the larger series that's emerging, the other part of which can be found here. Not necessarily in sequence, so don't need to be read as such. Summary from Fields of Athenry, trad. Irish song.


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Writer's Block: Time for a reboot
Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

or, as I always end up saying to my friends: 'Try not to die!'

Writer's Block: Time for a reboot
Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

May the Force be with you, always.

[MCR] Born to Run: Talkin' World War III Blues

Title: Talkin' World War III Blues
Author: break_kitkat aka me
Pairing: none
Rating: R for themes
Warnings: aftermath of torture, suggestion of violence but not explicitly shown.
Words: ~800 words 

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head

Author's Notes: first completed dustverse fic of many floating around my harddrive, I've been on a Firefly binge lately so I think I might be forced to write a few more little screeds about our space bandits ;) Title property of one Bobby Dylan, I'm thinking about doing a fic based on the whole song.


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Down in Albion, they're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
"Are you from round here?
How do you do?"
I'd like to talk about that

Talk over gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And a pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

Yellowing classics and cannons at dawn
Coffee wallas and pith helmets and an English song
Reebok classics and cannons at dawn
Terrible warlords and good warlords and an English song

We could go to
anywhere in Albion.
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Is there anything better than singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, falsetto and all, only to realise the kitchen windows are open and the old lady outside looks concerned?
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