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Putting this here, under a bit tighter lock and key. Things are going to be changing in the near (to my original posting, not the date on this) future, in this journal.

Masterlist

Note: This is, I think, pretty complete with the possible exception of a couple pieces in the fanfiction section; the Original section however, is not even remotely complete. There is some crossover.

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Please note also: If the link to any of these stories doesn't work, let me know. There might be a reason for it, or it might just have slipped through my notice.

Genre: Slash
Claim: Frank Iero/Adam Lazzara
Prompt: #48: Bed
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Adam can't sleep, Frank's kisses are better than sleeping pills.
Notes: Fluff, sorry. Inspired by TBS's song Sleep. For bandom_100.
Disclaimer: Fictional events; no profit gained.


( Just sleep )

Title: Home
Author: un_related
Genre: Slash
Claim: Frank Iero/Matt Skiba
Prompt: Home
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1011
Summary: Warped 2004. There’s the home where you grew up, and then there’s the home that travels around. Sometimes home is a person, rather than a place. But when it’s on a tourbus, home can be rather smelly.
Disclaimer: Fictional events surrounding real people. No libel or slander or any harm intended.
Notes: unbeta’d. More of a slice of life than a story per se, as it doesn't really have a plot. Cut text from "Burn" by Alkaline Trio.


( Right now, this hell is my home )

Title: What Looks Like Angst on an Ordinary Day 5/5
Author: un_related
Pairing: Jon Walker/Frank Iero, Bob Bryar/Spencer Smith, Jon Walker/Adam Lazzara
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jon does keep losing his head. He’s been beheaded four times (it’s his preferred way to go, fairly clean when the executioner knows how to do it right, much better than strangulation or drowning), and it’s always over the same girl. Even if sometimes, he does forget her name. Angel AU; part of my Lost Time series wherein Frank is the Angel of Death.
Disclaimer: Fictional events. While I may view music as my own personal religion, I do not believe these boys truly have wings. Pity.
Author's Note: isolde13 asked for "Jon. Angst. Slash." Little did she know what she would get. This is, as mentioned, part of a greater series. This can be read without reading those, but there is reference made to events occurring in Contagion and Guernica. Many many many thanks to daisyjanesaw for the beta and all the love and handholding given to me through this. Finally, cut text is from "Behind the Sea" by Panic at the Disco.

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV

( So our matching legs are marching clocks /And we're all too small to talk to God/We're all too smart/to talk to God )

I've unlocked a few of the earlier piece in the Lost Time series. They can be found here:

Sharpening Knives This was like, number one, when Frank sat at the table and revealed himself to me as an angel of death, and I didn't know any more about this world than anyone else, until he decided I would apparently do well enough to reveal it to me.

Burn Quite possibly still my favorite of the series. Thanks to many people for helping me with this one, including lafeelivresque and stickyxoxo.

The Gypsy King

By now, you may have picked up that there is a bit of a soundtrack that goes with these, and maybe I'll do like skoosiepants and make it available one of these days.

Promises, Promises This one actually is the first one in which the series started knitting together; Beckett first showed up in what maybe is the first story of Lost Time which wasn't before the Angel Frank series... there are a few of those, where the stuff I was writing started connecting together.

As you may notice in these early stories, there are maybe certain discrepancies and such as the universe started getting fleshed out; as you can see, there is no Gerard in these yet, as Contagion and Guernica came around at #9 and #11 respectively. Yet for continuity purposes, the other stories between Promises, Promises, and Contagion aren't really related/relevant. I believe that you can find Driving South in my Masterlist under this journal. Anyway, if it gives you any idea to how much is going on in this world, there are, at last count I think 27, and What Looks Like Angst is number 28. I really need to get them organized and converted completely and see about submitting them for publication. Anyway, there are a couple others, and of course, not in this world, but a fun Angel one anyway is Patron Saint.

So, well... y'all asked for it (a couple of you did, anyway).

Title: What Looks Like Angst on an Ordinary Day 4/5
Author: un_related
Pairing: Jon Walker/Frank Iero, Bob Bryar/Spencer Smith, Jon Walker/Adam Lazzara
Summary: Jon does keep losing his head. He’s been beheaded four times (it’s his preferred way to go, fairly clean when the executioner knows how to do it right, much better than strangulation or drowning), and it’s always over the same girl. Even if sometimes, he does forget her name. Angel AU; part of my Lost Time series wherein Frank is the Angel of Death.
Disclaimer: Fictional events. While I may view music as my own personal religion, I do not believe these boys truly have wings. Pity.
Author's Note: isolde13 asked for "Jon. Angst. Slash." Little did she know what she would get. This is, as mentioned, part of a greater series. This can be read without reading those, but there is reference made to events occurring in Contagion and Guernica. Many many many thanks to daisyjanesaw for the beta and all the love and handholding given to me through this. Finally, cut text is from Social Distortion, "When the Angels Sing."

Parts I, II, and III can be found here

( When the angel of death, comes a lookin' for me (hear the angels sing)/I hope I was everything I was supposed to be (when the angels sing)/There's gotta be a heaven cuz I've already done my time in hell )

Part V

Title: What Looks Like Angst on an Ordinary Day
Author: un_related
Pairing: Jon Walker/Frank Iero, Bob Bryar/Spencer Smith, Jon Walker/Adam Lazzara
Summary: Jon does keep losing his head. He’s been beheaded four times (it’s his preferred way to go, fairly clean when the executioner knows how to do it right, much better than strangulation or drowning), and it’s always over the same girl. Even if sometimes, he does forget her name. Angel AU; part of my Lost Time series wherein Frank is the Angel of Death.
Disclaimer: Fictional events.
Author's Note: isolde13 asked for "Jon. Angst. Slash." Little did she know what she would get. This can be read without reading the others in this series, but there is reference made to events occurring in Contagion and Guernica (this is only two of the stories, just as background). My Masterlist.
Many many many thanks to daisyjanesaw for the beta and all the love and handholding given to me through this. Finally, cut text is from "Cut Up Angels" by The Used.
Warning:Angels having gay sex. Really, why are you here?

I and II

(  I told the angels/Cant stay in heaven/I asked the devil/If we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left )

Part IV

Title: What Looks Like Angst on an Ordinary Day
Author: un_related
Pairing: Jon Walker/Frank Iero, Bob Bryar/Spencer Smith, Jon Walker/Adam Lazzara
Summary: Jon does keep losing his head. He’s been beheaded four times (it’s his preferred way to go, fairly clean when the executioner knows how to do it right, much better than strangulation or drowning), and it’s always over the same girl. Even if sometimes, he does forget her name. Angel AU; part of my Lost Time series wherein Frank is the Angel of Death.
Disclaimer: Fictional events. While I may view music as my own personal religion, I do not believe these boys truly have wings. Pity.
Author's Note: isolde13 asked for "Jon. Angst. Slash." Little did she know what she would get. This is, as mentioned, part of a greater series. This can be read without reading those, but there is reference made to events occurring in Guernica and Contagion. Many many many thanks to daisyjanesaw for the beta and all the love and handholding given to me through this. Finally, cut text is from "Cute without the 'E'" by Taking Back Sunday.

Part I

(  Don't bother trying to explain Angel/ I know exactly what goes on )

Part III

Title: What Looks Like Angst on an Ordinary Day
Author: un_related
Pairing: Jon Walker/Frank Iero, Bob Bryar/Spencer Smith, Jon Walker/Adam Lazzara
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Summary: Jon does keep losing his head. He’s been beheaded four times (it’s his preferred way to go, fairly clean when the executioner knows how to do it right, much better than strangulation or drowning), and it’s always over the same girl. Even if sometimes, he does forget her name. Angel AU; part of my Lost Time series wherein Frank is the Angel of Death.
Disclaimer: Fictional events. While I may view music as my own personal religion, I do not believe these boys truly have wings. Pity.
Author's Note: isolde13 asked for "Jon. Angst. Slash." Little did she know what she would get. This is, as mentioned, part of a greater series. This can be read without reading those, but there is reference made to events occurring in Guernica and Contagion. Many many many thanks to daisyjanesaw for the beta. Finally, the songs for the cut texts are all from My Chem, except for the lines from "Behind the Sea" by Panic at the Disco.

( Hear the sound/the angels come screaming down )

Part II

This I Dream. This I Dream is a project done by Authors and Illustrators for Children for the election year. Each month they are posting essays by writers sharing their dreams for education, for the future. I found this one to be particularly poignant. It is something that I believe in as well. It's a beautiful dream at any rate.

To me, music and art, music and literature - all the arts - are inextricably linked. It's not just the beauty of creation, though that is a major part of it because in creation, one is making something new, even out of the ashes of something destroyed. Music, art, literature - these things in themselves don't destroy. And what better way to channel destructive tendencies, than into something creative?

It's more, though. It probably doesn't need to be said that my bias toward music is toward the lyrics; however, I'm not generally a huge fan of rap precisely because the music they use is generic. To me, rap can be appreciated as poetry (though, like all things, there is a lot of poorly done poetry in the genre), one that is far more audio-centric and contains a lot of poetry slams.

So the instrumentation is important to me, in some ways, more than the words. And yet without the words - without the human voice - often, I find that too, lacking. Not in quality. Some of my favorite musical pieces are instrumental only. But there is something in the combination of words, voice, and instrumentation that captures our emotions and draws us into the song. When I find the magic lyric in a song, I'll listen to it over and over again - until it loses its magic in the repetition. Some songs never lose their magic.

The sign of a truly beloved song is in how long it retains that magic, for me.

So now I'm curious: what are your favorite lyrics?

One of mine: "Hopelessly fighting the devil futility/feeling the monster climb deeper inside of me/feeling it gnawing my heart away hungry/I'll never lose this pain/never dream of you again." The Cure, Untitled - Disintegration

Title: Mourn
Author: un_related
Beta: crossbow1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Frank/Jamia, Frank non-slash Mikey
Summary: Frank has lost his passion.
Warnings/Author's Note: A little tiny bit of magical stuff, a bunch of big concepts, and of course, this is fiction. Song is "Baker, Baker" by Tori Amos for the cut-text. My Chemical test challenge winner 1st place
My other works


( Soaking in sympathy from friends who never loved you nearly half as much as me )

Title: Shadows Cast by Ghosts
Rating: R (War, no sex)
Pairing: NA
Beta Awesomeness: murder_scene
Summary: There were no enemies hidden in the woods, no Charlie to fear, and Gerard felt the lack, felt like something was missing, almost. He thought maybe the others felt it too what with the way that Bob kept scanning the woods and Ray’s finger twitched at the snap of a twig.
Warnings/Author's Note: This is (obviously) fiction. I'm not an expert on war, either the Battle of Little Big Horn, or Vietnam, so any mistakes are unintentional and not meant to offend. Second Place Winner for mychemicaltest challenge "War".
Word Count : Roughly 3800



( Toy Soldiers )

Title: In Medias Res
Author: sin_thesys Or, you know. Me.
Beta: aninchofsanity
Rating: R
Pairing: um.
Summary : Pencey Prep, My Chemical Romance, and Leathermouth. Frank gets visited by the ghosts of bands past and future.
Warnings/Author's Note: Not real. Also: dedicated to reciprocon because no one does doppelgangers like she does.

( Past, Present, and Future )

Title: Guernica
Author: un_related
Rating: R
Pairing (if applicable): Frank/Gerard, God/Lucifer (past)
Summary : Frank is an Angel of Death and one of the four horsemen, but he's not really keen on riding out for the Apocalypse, so he takes matters into his own hands.
End Time Scenario: the Apocalypse and end of Time
Beta Love: crossbow1
Warnings/Author's Note: Language and blasphemy. I don't own any members of MCR, or any of the real life people. Thanks to crossbow1 and Picasso for the title and to The Living End for the cut text.

I'm really incredibly honored to be on the board with murder_scene and woebetidesweets and that this piece won. Thanks everyone.

( Last night I had me a dream, son )

Title: Contagion (Lost Time Series)
Author: un_related
Rating: R for Angel Sex, not explicit
Pairing: Angel Frank and Angel Gerard
Summary: Being an angel can be lonely, but service to God comes over humanity, right?
Disclaimer: I own Angel Frank and Angel Gerard, but not the humans they are inspired by. This story is mine, the lyrics are by Smashing Pumpkins. Please give con-crit and/or love. There's not enough of either going around lately. This post does not constitute publication; this is for constructive criticism only.
Song: Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins
Author's Note: Another in the Lost Time series. Beta'd post er...post by reciprocon. Much thanks, lovely.


( Tell me I'm an Angel )

Doing a cut. This isn't anything personal, it's just that with the combination of my journals and such, and there are some things I'm just not comfortable with across the spectrum, and while there are filters, I kind of have a weird thing about filters. I'm sort of an all or nothing girl, for the most part. There are obvious filters, like I'm pretty sure the guys don't want to be on my Estrogen filter, aka girls only...

But yeah. Anyway, just not connecting, or you're pretty obviously not reading me, or to be blunt, I'm not reading you. Sorry. But honesty is the best policy. And of course, for those who I don't cut, if you want to cut me, it's always lj amnesty, as Regan puts it so eloquently, here at chez un_related.

the incredibly sexy and amazingly talented mrs_prufrock has deemed April as poetry month, as in writing poetry. Well, I'm not a poet, so I haven't been doing a poem a day, and I certainly don't generally post most of my poetry here because well, you'd lose all respect for me and no one would ever consider hiring me for any job in literature whatsoever. But, since tabjunea was brave enough to post hers, and it was great, I have decided to be a sheep and a wannabe and join the ranks posting my poem I wrote randomly one night when I couldn't sleep.

Don't be harsh, but feel free to be constructive. Or disregard both those requests and be honest and tell me if it sucks, makes a Volgon poetry reading look fun, and I should never write poetry again, even upon pain of death because another one would cause mass tsunamis to erupt the world over destroying all coastal lands, meteors to fall from the sky, and an interplanetary World War III to break out.

Okay, so...without further drama:

Liminal spaces

Trapped between the foreign and familiar
Like Freud's Uncanny, and treading the line
Between free verse and an imperfect rhyme.
Barely treading water like a sailor
Drowning with gaze transfixed by a distant shore
(I wanted this, I want it all, I wanted more.)
With eyes closed all movement feels the same
But the flow always goes in different ways.
The pattern remains constant. As night turns to day,
The moon waxes and wanes. I am stranded
in that liminal space between these dreams.
A pirate dwells in every restless soul
That dares not find what it seeks, and grows weak
On stale bread and false hope drawn from a map
That thinks the world is flat. We don't look back.

Okay, that pain is over. I know, it's cheesy. I mean, pirates and sailors, and things. And hello, pretentious much? I mean, Freud. But yeah. That was my poem. So there. Now you know why I stick with prose generally.

In other news, THIS is great: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=163736134

It's Jason Schwartzman's musical project, and it's got a similar sort of vibe as the Shins on Oh Inverted World, I'd say. It's good, and pleasant, and low-key and comfortable/comforting. It's blue fuzzy slippers next to a cozy fire with a Terry Pratchett book listening to a thunderstorm outside and feeling content knowing everyone you love is tucked up safe inside warm blankets. Or it's a nice, fragrant rain on a warm day. Or driving with the sun roof open for the first time on a sunny spring Saturday. It's a pleasant daydream of laying on a sunny beach.

Take your pick. Or come up with your own, just go check it out. Boy was extremely sweet and bought it for me. Isn't he sweet?