Title: These Seasons Are Green
Author: aswarmofsharks
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Pairing: Implied Robert/Bradford, future Robert/Michael, future Robert/Chester.
POV: third; varies.
Word Count: Currently ~11,800
Summary: After a tragedy, Robert is forced to live with his aunt in Connecticut. Shenanigans follow.
Author's Notes: WIP. If that makes you angry, don't read this.

( You're searching for comfort in all the wrong places. )

Title: My Heart In My Hand (You Left Me, I Won't Forget)
Author: aswarmofsharks
Rating: PG-13 for a brief mention of past drug use.
Pairing: past Michael/Chester, implied Michael/Robert.
POV: second; Michael.
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: You haven't even so much as looked at it in at least five years.

That's not to say you haven't thought about it – or him – day in, day out each one of those days, but you haven't actually set on eyes on it.

Today that changes.
Author's Notes: This fic deals with death, though no details of how, when, where, etc. are given. Title from Scary Kids Scaring Kids, 'My Darkest Hour.' Written for the prompt 'fading.' Complete table here.

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( “Like I could ever forget.” )

Title: Lost My Breath in the River
Author: aswarmofsharks
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: slight Robert/Chester
POV: second; Robert
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: Chester doesn't like the fact that you surf.
Author's Notes: Please to be ignoring the tense changes. Written for the prompt 'water,' if that isn't obvious enough. Complete table here.

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( Chester doesn't like the fact that you surf. )

Hey, flist. (:

I have a question for you, as writers. I will seriously take any suggestion I get (bar the ridiculous ones, I'm looking at you, Morgan) and I would really appreciate any time you could take to answer.

I'm sure that this has happened to someone other than just me. You're furiously writing, having a good time, really into your plot or character or dialogue and then it's three in the morning and you have to go to sleep or you'll die, you swear. The next morning (or week or month or... etc.) you open up the document, read it over and you're like, "Fuck yeah! I wrote 2,200 words of the best shit I've written! \o/ Now I'm going to write more, finish it and then other people can see how absolutely friggin' awesome this is! TEAM PRODUCTIVITY! o/" You're so amped on your writing and cannot waiiit to finish it and suddenly four hours have passed and you've only written six g-d damn words and they're not even that great. Then the fic sits untouched for X amount of Time because you seriously cannot figure out how to continue / end it and you're so sad because this was THE BEST SHIT YOU'VE WRITTEN, OMG.

This happens to me pretty much every time I start writing. No joke, EVERY TIME. Hence why I have (lol, immature) 69 unfinished standalones and five incomplete multi-chapter fics.

My question is when this (or a situation less dramatic or whatever) happens to you, how do you get past it? I... seriously. I will take anything at this point. If you told me that writing whilst doing a headstand would help me out, I'm going to give it a fucking shot.

Yours Desperately,
Cindy.

Title: To Own A Heart That's Half Of Yours, Yours.
Author: aswarmofsharks
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Michael/Robert
POV: third; Michael
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: Sometimes Mike wishes that he was the reason Rob's heart skipped beats.
Author's Notes: Title and cut text lyrics from "The Gift of Paralysis" by Envy On The Coast. Written for the prompt "heart." Complete table here. Warning: May make you squirm with cute, lkasdfiwlksd.

( These bones are mere accessories. Well, these bones are mere accessories. )

Holy shit, haaay. I'm going through what I wrote for NaNo (one prompt for each day of the month), and this was prompt one. Here's to hoping 2 - 30 follow within the next three years.

Complete table here.

Title: There Only Is
Author: aswarmofsharks
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: unrequited Michael/Robert, Michael/Chester
POV: third; Robert
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Rob thinks, 'This is so much more than a crush.'
Author's Notes: Title from the Vendetta Red song of the same name, cut text lyrics from Paramore's "Crushcrushcrush."

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( 'Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute. )

Otherwise known as a test.

I got bored with coming up with brilliant (lyric-related) writing journal names, only to have them taken, so we have sharkscanwrite, a clever little word play off of my username for everything journal name aswarmofsharks. Oh, so brilliant, right?

Anyway. I've no idea what to post in here, because it's not like I've finished... anything.

I should probably tell you what I write, huh? Not that you don't already know, but in case someone travels across this all like, "WTF?" they can just read this be like, "Ohhhh, okaybai." So. I write fic (surprise!). I'm undecided on whether I want to put my poetry up here or not. See: worried it won't be received well. Said fic, though, will either be one of two things as of right now: 1. Linkin Park related or 2. Bandom related. Lately, bandom (mainly the Panic boys) are the characters I'm using, but who knows, maybe Mike will inspire me with something on his blog. Not that I'm writing like crazy regardless. Maybe this will prompt me to actually finish a piece, since I have somewhere to put it.

It's not all that likely, but you know you want to friend me anyway. ;)