My entry for the second bingo in fourcornersland
. There was a graphics card and a writing card and I tried doing the writing card until the last minute – well, probably even longer than that, because I'm pretty sure the challenge is over, but it was extended for a week (I think) and I made the graphics card right after the extension but then still waited with posting because I still had ambitions toward the writing card.
But alas, didn't work out, so I only have two fics for the writing card and one meta piece which will go up on Blibli Blogging
But I still wanted to post the graphics card, even though I'm likely not getting points for it and the two fics of the writing card.
First the two fics: Title:
Star Trek VoyagerPairings:
implied Seven and JanewayWarnings:
canon major character deathWord Count:
"Death doesn't let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart." Riley Blue (Sense8)
Holes. This seemed what her life had become, full of holes. Holes where people should have been. It didn't matter where she was or what she did. These holes didn't leave her, they didn't fill up again, they refused to mend.
And she had enough. She didn't know when exactly the moment had been. Another lecture in which the students were too careful not to say the name, another visit to Tuvok, another reunion so painfully crowded with the absence of those who should be there.
The one person who should be there. When she heard about the device, she almost immediately reached a decision. Going on like this was not an option. Not when there was another way. No matter how dangerous or how much against her principles that way was.
Standing at the window looking outside into the night, not seeing anything but ghosts, Captain Kathryn Janeway knew this was the last time. The last time she would go there and pretend to smile and pretend to be happy. The last time she would cheer for and with all of those she brought back home while every single cell in her body wept for the one she couldn't save.
Home itself had no meaning anymore. It hadn't had any meaning for years. When she finally got back to earth, she felt nothing but sadness, nothing but pain. All these years she had waited for it to subside, to go away. For the hole to mend, to be filled up again.
It never was. It never could be. She had thought that was what it was, that was her life. She tried to make the best of it. She tried to be happy. But now, everything had changed. One little device had changed her entire future. No, not her future. Her past.
If it was impossible to mend the holes, if it was impossible to fill them again, the one thing to do was to stop them from being torn in the first place.
Death carves holes in your life, your heart, your future. Well, she had seen that life and she lived with that heart and in that future. And there was nothing there.
So she would go back and stop death itself. Title:
One Last SongPrompt:
Singing in the carFandom:
Orange is the New BlackWarnings:
implied canon character death / suicideWord Count:
267 (not counting the song lyrics)
Rosa laughed. She hadn't laughed this much for a long long time. She hadn't felt this free, this light hearted, since… Well, basically since she had been locked up. And even more since she had been diagnosed.
It was so easy, wasn't it? So easy. Just two choices, die for sure in a few weeks in that sad gray place or drive. Drive away from all of it. Drive and don't look back. Don't come back.
Be free. Finally, for a few cherished moments, be free.
Rosa laughed. She threw her head back and for a moment, she was young again, driving the get away car, shaking her hair in the breeze. All thoughts of cancer, of prison, of curses and men were forgotten. They were unimportant. Nothing. She was young now, she was free.
She turned on the radio, changed stations until she found a song she knew. Well, why not. She laughed some more, and driving at high speed on country roads, all the while looking for a suitable bridge, she sang the lyrics she remembered very well.
"At first I was afraid, I was petrified"
But already this line took her back. Yes, she had been, she definitely had been. Every time one of her lovers died, the whole time when she was first in prison and then again when she had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She had been afraid of death every single second since then.
She wasn't anymore. She was not afraid of anything now. She was free.
"You think I'd crumble? You think I'd lay down and die? Oh no not I, I will survive"
She shouted now, singing on top of her lungs.
"Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive. I've got all my life to live. And I've got all my love to give. I'll survive"
The laughter mixed with tears as she went faster and faster.
"I will survive. I will survive."And the graphics:
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Black and White
Wildcard (negative space)
Wallpaper (this technique of making wallpapers was stolen from dance_the_dance