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So, uh, this is the first serious fanfic I've written in a long time. I worked hard on researching the lore, since I'm kind of a newbie to TES. I've been sitting on it for months due to real life stuff, both for me and my betas, but now everyone has signed off on it, so here it is:

"Eyes on the Horizon" - rated T
Before Ethne and Farkas can leave Solstheim, Wulf Wild-Blood sends them on a mission close to the Companions' hearts. Spoilers: Dragonborn's main quest, "Filial Bonds," and "Retaking Thirsk"; also the Companions' questline and the conclusion of Skyrim's main quest.

I would greatly appreciate feedback, on ff.net if possible, but here is good, too. I am very anxious, but concrit is always welcome.

Thanks to all my betas for doing what they could, and props especially to Maxewell. He was both timely and thoughtful, and even though I didn't agree with all of his suggestions, I appreciated them. 10/10, would work with again.

~Neshomeh

The Aviator and Zeb tackle an ATLA dual-bender Sue who sings Disney songs.

I'm sorry Bram, but I just don't think you are compatable with this community. I know that you have mental health issues, and I fully respect that fact. You need to find a group of people who you can connect with and share passions with. But it has been proven time and again that we are not equipped to help you. When you are confused, we have problems clarifying to where you can understand. This causes conflict and hurt, for you, and for us. Hurt that I just don't feel is worth it. I truly hope you find a community better at working with you, and can make you happy. But I'm afraid that's not here.

It appears you've heard of My Immortal. Why don't you go read it? It'll change your opinion of what counts as supposedly "good" fanfiction forever! And when you're done with that, if you've still got criticism, well? What can I say? Some people can't comprehend true art. Have a Foxytastic day filled with *ahem* learning experiences!

-Nightmare Twistey the Demon Fox Animatronic, who thinks she can handle this "flaming" thing!

(Note from the Non-Badficcer Version Of This Author:
I completely and utterly agree with all of your comments. And yes, the "four really fancy first names and a very simple last name" thing was indeed a My Immortal reference. Thanks a lot for the reply! I was really happy to find out that none of the things that you pointed out were unintentional. *high five through the computer* Thanks again! Seriously, I really mean it! :D

-Twistey)

The husband thing, it's at the point where he can actively hunt for a job, so the stress is less. It was never about us, it was about external forces causing stress. Despite you finding joy in adding to that stress, we survived it.

I had forgiven you for your mistakes, but you did nothing to reinforce it, so I'm retracting my forgiveness until you've earned it.

As for functioning in an online community, I've interacted with a couple of different ones. They don't flip out at non-sequiters, but rather understand that the connection makes sense to me.

The therapy part is impossible because I don't have a diagnosis. I'm loosing my insurance as well.

(( Having gotten clarification, "you" above is the community.

- Tomash ))

I don't see how Scape could remember me saying that I manipulate people as a matter of course when I'm not like that.

(( I've been asked to post this, which seemed like a reasonable enough request given the topic of this thread, so here we are. This is unedited.

- Tomash ))

And the drama begins! Don't forget to R&R! Hearts!!

After Numie and me finished we layed in bed cuddling and kissing.

"I never felt like this before", Numie confessed inaudibly. "Like with you I can finally be myself and be happy."

I sighed and nuzzled his neck and running my fingers through his luxurious hair. "My father wanted me to marry another when I was in Middle Earth", I said sadly "But now I have you I"

Numie was suddenly verry mad. "You never told this to me before!", He shouted jumping out of bed. "Do you not trust me or something!"

"Numie wait" I tried but he was already gone.

I went out on my balcony. It was starting to storm because it was reacting to my emotions. I jumped off and did a flip landing sad on the ground below. I sat on a rock and cried and cried.

I felt a hand on my hair. "Oh my daughter", a voice said sadly "I am sorry it had to be this way"

I looked up and gasped. It was.................

SELENE WINDFLOWER!!!!!

AN: DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!

For a second, I thought you actually had something here. Sure, the vision was a little overwrought, a few too many unnecessary details, but overall it was mysterious and atmospheric. I could get behind it, you know?

But then chapter one started. Are you a fan of one Tara Gilesbie, also known as XXXbloodyrists666XXX, by any chance? Because that's the vibe I get from the first paragraph. Way too much emphasis on clothing, a character so full of herself it borders on parody... at least your spelling is decent, that's something.

But then we get to the whole prophecy schtick, and all I can say to that is: don't. Just don't. Stop now, start over, and come up with a character that isn't the center of the PPC universe (the setting of which you've got wrong, by the way; yes it's the bureaucracy from hell, no it is not located in a typical office building).

Just, ugh. Darling. Sweetie. You show promise, you really do, but please write something that isn't going to use up the English language's stock of the word "pink."

--Lemony

You gotta show how their happy marriage goes! MOAR NOW PLZ!!!!!

*cries and falls down hugging you're knees*

Summary: I decided to try something different. Ave/Dee.

The Aviator was in her TARDIS, cleaning up after having put Elanor to bed. Suddenly, the Detective walked in!

"Aah!", the Aviator shouted, scared, "How did you get in here?"

"The front door." said the Detective.

"What do you want?"

"Remember that one time we did some stuff when we were drunk?"

"Yep!" said Ave. "It was fun!"

"It sure was."

"Did you want to do it again?". The Aviator, who'd already taken most of her clothes off to be more comfortable clearing, started to take off the rest of them.

The Detective blushed. "Uh ... yeah. I did. 's why I came here."

"Cool. It's great that you came by again. I've needed to get in another relationship after my last boyfriend died in the war."

Ave then shrugged dismissively and said, a bit quieter, "Between you and me, he was kind of lame. Not like you."

"Awww, thanks!" The Detective was a bit surprised that anyone was saying that sort of stuff about him, and tried not to show it. It didn't work out very well.

The Aviator looked towards the bedroom, and then realized something. "We can't have sexytimes here?!" she said suddenly. "We'd wake Elanor!"

"Damm. That sucks." said Dee, rather disappointed. "Maybe later, then.". He started walking away.

On his way out of the room, he remembered something. "Wait! My TARDIS has a spare bedroom! Maybe yours does too?"

"I dunno. Let's go look?"

And so the two lovers went off in search of the spare bedroom, holding hands. Fortunately, thanks to Ave's expert navigational skills (which were so good that she could find places in Headquarters while trying to get there), they found it in about a minute, even though it was halfway across the TARDIS.

They went in, and Dee started to take off his clothes too. Both the Time Lords got into bed, and started off with several rounds of passionate snuggling and kissing. After a good hour or so of that, they put the legendary Time Lord stamina to work. They spent the next day or so plowing each other relentlessly, thereby setting off a whole new round of speculation in the Multiverse Monitor about Elanor's parentage.

Somewhere in the middle of a pile of all these goings-on whose detailed description would bump the rating too much for this website, Ave turned to the Detective and squealed "Oh my god, I love you!"

"I love you too, Ave!"

"We should get married! Elanor already thinks you're her dad, we might as well make it official. And then we can do this every night!"

"Sounds like a great plan! We can do that after we get tired of this!"

They then got back to screwing.

Eventually, the two bleary Time Lords, faces glowing with happiness, stumbled out of bed. They took a shower (together, obviously) and then put their clothes on. Then, they started heading out of the TARDIS so they could portal to Vegas and get the wedding over with.

As they were leaving, they saw Zeb, who was sniffing the air.

"Ave! Dee! You were mating, weren't you?" he asked, teasing.

"Yeah! And we're getting married! Want to come?" the Aviator said, excited.

"Duh! What took you two so long? You're perfect for each other!"

Both Time Lords looked at each other and shrugged. "Dunno." they said, nearly in unison.

The new couple (and Zeb) then left the TARDIS and started fiddling with the portal generator.

A/N: To be continued? Maybe. Depends on if I get reviews.

AN: You guys say the nicest things about my fic! No worries, we get to the romance........ NOW!

I stood up. My neck was burning and wind was blowing though the trees! I was calling a storm!!!!!

I made myself calm down but I didn't know that my Windflower Legacy was giving me the power over weather!!! Also I can now turn into a wolf.

When a Windflower reaches Sixteen she has to find her true love or die if she doesn't find him soon enough.

So when the storm stopped I went back into HQ. And then I went back to Rudis. Something was calling me there.

I saw Nume sitting at the corner but this time it was different. I felt all hot all over and I wanted to grab him and kiss him until we can't breath. It was true love! It was love at first site but I never realized it until now.

"Nume I'm sorry I yelled at you", I said and leant in to kiss him.

Nume put a finger on my lips and shhd me. "You never have to apollogize for anything", he said. And he kissed me back!

Our tonges battled for dominance and I sat on his lap as fireworks went off in my head! He picke me up and held me against a wall as we began kissing.

"Want too go back too my room?", Nume asked.

"Let's use mine the bed is bigger and made of gold", I said and Nume smiled and we went to go have sex.

SO THERE WE GO! Yay I can't believe it's finally happeed! Their so cute together, right?!! :DDDDD But it's not a goo story without DRAMA and ANGST so see that in future chapters! R&R and no flames!!!!

(Note from the Original, Non-Suethor Version Of This Author:

This fic may end up being NSFW and/or NSFB. I'm not sure exactly where to go with it. It features Sued versions of some agent ideas I had recently, along with some of the more famous agents made by other people functioning as the Sues' punching bags or adoring fans. I have particularly mischievous plans for a few of the male agents... TuT But anyway! Let's go, then!)

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The New Recruit

---Prologue---

As I slept in my luxurious bed in my sweet home town of Las Vegas after a day of gambling (my parents let me do whatever I want), I had the most wonderful dream. I was standing in the middle of a beautiful, dark forest clearing underneath a huge, pure white full moon. Everything smelled of pine and aspen and maple and flowers too, like lavender and honeysuckle and pink roses, my favorite of all. In the clearing there was a small, still reflecting pool, surrounded by a short circle of rose bushes, and before it was a massive yellow sunflower that appeared to be watching me. It was wearing a robe of some sort. I approached the giant flower and stared at it in wonder, and a couple seconds later, it began to speak to me.

Tomorrow, you will come to a new world, it said, its voice echoing through my brain. Do not be afraid. You will discover new power within you, more than you've ever dreamed of. Then I felt my heart beating in every part of me with a strong, regular rhythm, and everything slowly went dark as the flower's last words faded away:

Feel... it... pulse...

I woke up falling.

---Chapter 1---

Hi, my name is Morana Kristine Stephanie Hecate King, and I'm a 16-year-old girl with black-and-pink hair reaching to just below my boobs and shiny pink eyes. Usually before I came here I would wear blue contacts and say that my hair was dyed so that I wouldn't be mocked (and yes, some people found out and mocked me anyway), but once I came to the place where I belonged, I threw those suckers away! Of course, I still wear makeup, even though I look gorgeous without it, with my beautiful face and figure, because doing people's makeup is what I like best. I always wear clothes that make me look super cute, like right now I've got on a black strapless top with a pink glittery skull on it, a short black skirt with a pink glittery belt, thigh-high black and pink striped stockings, and black lace-up boots with pink glittery lightning bolts on them. In terms of accessories, I also am wearing a pink light-up pendant necklace (ha, bet you didn't know those exist!), black wrist-guard thingies like Wonder Woman wears except black not gold, and my new jacket over my shoulders. Why'd they have to make my department logo a cactus? That's so lame! A pink glittery broken heart would be better. Anyway, you can get a general image of me now, right? Aren't I hawt? Yeah, I know.

But that's not the point of the story, is it? I know you want some makeup tips from me, but I have to tell you about how I got to my favorite place ever, my new home. What is that? Well, let's go back to me falling. I was falling and falling and falling as I flailed my arms in a futile attempt to somehow get out of the hole I was in as my mind raced to figure out what was going on. Had I been sleepwalking? What was going on? Why wasn't I in my pajamas? Oh well, it seemed like in my sleep I'd picked out my cutest outfit yet! Go me! I kept falling, and I fell faster and faster and faster. I was wondering when I was going to stop falling when I saw the ground approaching. The ground had tiles on it, and they were white and black. Why not pink? Wherever I was going needed a remodeling. And that's when I hit the ground, landing on my feet standing as I looked around the place. I appeared to be in some sort of office building, in a room with windows and doors. Surrounding me were many young adults in black jackets and the giant sunflower from my dream, except it was wearing the top half of a suit, as well as other huge flowers. Upon seeing me, they became excited, murmuring amongst themselves things like "That's the one from the prophecy!" and "Looks like we have a new recruit." I awkwardly smiled, shrugging my shoulders, which caused them to burst into cheers. "Welcome," said the sunflower. "We've been waiting for you."

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How'd ya like it? I think it's a good start to a story! Plz review it! Reviews r my life! Except no flames. I haven't been flamed before - this is my first story - so I don't know what it's like, but I know that flamers are horrible, horrible people. Have a Foxytastic day!

-Nightmare Twistey the Demon Fox Animatronic

I'm glad you...liked it? I'm not so sure Ilraen'll be back, but you never know...maybe I'll eventually write a side story? I've never really considered that pairing, but Dawn *did* just break up with Agent Des in canon, so she's single and ready to mingle...we'll see!! Thanks again for reviewing!

((I'm glad you liked it! It did take some thought, though perhaps not as much as all that--it was mainly a combination of not refreshing my memory by reading something you've written and also just going 'so I need them to do *this* for the story' at certain points. And then Ilraen managed to get himself mixed together with a bit of Aziraphale in my head, so...that was a little odd. But I'm glad it worked, and I certainly hope I can keep it up with the next set of characters! Because, yes, there are more to come...quite a few more. There are five more parts to this, after all!

But yes. I'm glad you're amused :) Coming from the author of the characters I, er, borrowed, that's wonderful. I hope you'll enjoy the rest as well.

~Zing))

...I don't think I really got most of that--what's the accent you've written it in? It looks like a different language! But what I managed to read looks really...strange. As in, no one seems to be in character except for Gabrielle, who I know likes Draco...

A bit of it was funny, I guess...? I like Nurse Jenni! You should definitely put Jacques in a future chapter, though. He makes everything better.

Theyre so cute!!! <3 rite moar plz!

XOXOX

(( She... she probably said the last bit ironically. Maybe. >.>

(( I suspect it took some serious thought to get the characters almost, but not quite right, so kudos. I am very amused. Nume objecting to swearing, pffft. ^_^ ~Neshomeh ))

I love the drama, but...I need more! How'd they get to this? How will it continue? How can Ruby be carrying a baby that isn't hers?? I need answers!

We're using two of the same characters in our fics! But you've made Jacques more of a side character...I'm not sure I like that. I mean, Jacques is awesome, and he deserves to be happy after all the awful memories her got from being Captain Jack...

Then again, I didn't make Nume *that* central to the plot, so maybe we're kind of even. Just a little bit.

I love that you've included Davydd, though! But what's he doing at HQ? Didn't he retire ages ago?

this is really good, I think! So Crimka and Cynthia are in love I guess? And they like kissing eachother and stuff like that? But uh, there's lots o wrds, which is good I guess, bot maybe you could punt in more ACTOON, like with stuff happening! Ooog, they could go on a mission 2gether, and it could b dangerous, and what if 1 of them got huirt and had 2 b saved by the other1! That would b kewl.

XOXOX

(( I mistyped Cynthia with a U instead of a Y [the two are adjacent!], and I would have let it stand for badficcer authenticity, but the Board flags that sort of thing. You'll have to imagine the typo yourselves. ^_^; ~Neshomeh ))

When they got back to the RC, Ilraen stared at Dawn. {Whatever happened to you?} he asked.

Dawn groaned. “Long story short, he had to cut my braid off. One of the Sued trees had it. It’s not even remotely even, is it?”

Ilraen managed to make a clucking sound without a mouth, which was really quite impressive. {Dear me. No, I’m afraid it isn’t. Could I get you some coffee?}

“I don’t drink the stuff,” Dawn said glumly, “but I’ll happily drink some tea. Lots of it. And then I have to somehow find a hairdresser...they exist somewhere around here, right? I haven’t had to do more than cut off split ends in years.”

{I’m sure they do,} Ilraen said comfortingly. He put a hand on Dawn’s arm. {Come. I’ll make you some tea.}

So I gave her one! And (don't tell anyone, shh!) there may be a teensy bit of Twilight inspiration in here! I'm not as big a fan of the series as I used to be, but it's still got a place in my heart...so that's what inspired Ix's new long locks :) Well, that and the fact that they'll look gorgeous on her, don't you think?

And Ron sounds like an awesome name :D I'm going to wait and see what the other suggestions are, but if no one else comes up with something, I'll be smiling every time I write the spider's name.

And don't worry! Love isn't *right* around the corner for Jacques, but it is on its way... ;) ;)

-Avlates_usted

Full Title: Five Times Dawn McKenna Cut Her Hair Accidentally (And One Time She Did It On Purpose)

A/N: So this is a slightly different kind of story than the other one I started posting below. That one's a romance, but this...well, the PPC really lacks 5+1 fics, which I think is such a shame! So I've decided to write one. And since Agent Dawn is one of my favorites, and she's had long hair for ages, I figured it'd be fun to show a couple of ways she could cut it! With or without a little help...

Enjoy!! And don't forget to R&R (and Read & Review too! ;) )


I.

Dawn was running through a Narnian forest, her long brown braid flying out behind her and thumping annoyingly against her back. It had already been a long day: first of all, she was in Narnia, which hardly ever happened. That would have been nice, if it hadn’t been so long since she’d read the books that she wasn’t completely sure of half the charges, and was having to rely on her partner.

Secondly, her partner. Ugh.

Oh, Supernumerary was a good enough agent. That wasn’t really in question.

What was in question was his attitude: which was dreadful. There were no two ways about it: working with ‘Nume’, as his lovely partner Ilraen had called him, was to suffer.

‘Nume’ was rolling his eyes now: she could just tell from his tone of voice. “Splendid. Caspian’s just landed a killing blow on Aslan. This should be...fun to sort out.”

“What about Peter killing that wolf? Maugrim?” Dawn asked. She was panting: she hadn’t had to run so much in a while.

She could feel the look of disdain from three feet away. “That is canon. Do you never reread books?”

Before she could retort angrily that yes, actually, she did reread books, loved to, in fact, but just hadn’t felt like rereading Narnia recently, something stopped Dawn short. She shrieked as she was pulled backwards by her hair.

“What now?” Nume demanded, but even he fell silent when faced by the sight that met his eyes:

Dawn was trying not to cry from the pain of having her hair pulled with so much force--and no wonder: her braid was tangled firmly in and around the grasp of a moving tree. It was one of the Suefluenced ones, and its twigs went through the braid even as vines wove their way in and around it.

“Oh,” said Nume.

“Ow,” said Dawn, as well as a fine number of further words which aren’t fit to print. “Ow!”

“I, er.” Nume fixed the tree with a look; it froze, but didn’t release Dawn. “Er. I don’t think I can untangle this.”

Dawn said another few words which can’t be printed, and Nume winced.

“Language,” he said weakly. “Er...I think I might have to cut it off.”

“No,” Dawn groaned. “Oh, great. This would happen. What a splendid day this is.”

“Hold still,” Nume said a little more strongly. He took out a knife; Dawn closed her eyes.

“Try to make it even,” she said.

Nume tried.

He really did.

*

When they got back to the RC, Ilraen stared at Dawn. <> he asked.

Dawn groaned. “Long story short, he had to cut my braid off. One of the Sued trees had it. It’s not even remotely even, is it?”

Ilraen managed to make a clucking sound without a mouth, which was really quite impressive. <>

“I don’t drink the stuff,” Dawn said glumly, “but I’ll happily drink some tea. Lots of it. And then I have to somehow find a hairdresser...they exist somewhere around here, right? I haven’t had to do more than cut off split ends in years.”

<> Ilraen said comfortingly. He put a hand on Dawn’s arm. <>



A/N: So that was the first part! What do you think? I have the whole thing planned out, so I won't be taking suggestions...except maybe for another way she could have to accidentally cut her hair. I'm still deciding on one of those.

I'm really excited for the next chapter!! Aren't you? :) Thanks for reading (and don't forget to leave me some tasty reviews...)