Fanfic Wonderland

Imagine if Daria had opened Trent's lyrics book in "Speedtrapped" and discovered he wrote fanfic. Oh, boy. Just a random thought.

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• Just Friends, by Pinkminx (Part 5): "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Boston early?" Daria paused from looking through the box on her lap and directed her attention Jane's open wardrobe.
• Lambda, by SigDiff (up to Part 12): SigDiff is posting so quickly, I can barely keep up! Go go GO! Some story: I'll give Freeman credit for one thing. He's damn easy to follow. Daria sat in the passenger seat of the truck as DeMartino drove down the beach. Highway 17 had taken a considerable amount of damage as the Combine had gone after Freeman. They'd nearly driven off of a destroyed bridge early on.

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• Antiestablishmentarian Hikers, by Lawndale Lurker/Stalker (continued): It turned out that she, Charles, Andrea, and Jennifer had brought knives. Jennifer's was a butterfly knife, which drew a few raised eyebrows. Charles's was a Leatherman Tool, with a mostly outdoors-ish blade/tool selection. Daria had brought her Champion model Swiss Army Knife. Andrea's knife surprised Daria the most. It had been hand made from a broken power hacksaw blade, Andrea said, and given to her by a guy she used to date.
• Daylight: Fallen from Grace: I Should Have Been Home Yesterday, by Disco316 (Part 5): The town of Sutton proved to be a ghost town, like so many of the others the girls had passed. Burned out buildings dominated, with a few brick structures still standing. The girls had decided to take shelter in an abandoned Catholic church across from a wall reading “Chew Mail Pouch: Treat Yourself to the Best.”
• Expecting Trouble, by Legendeld (Part 2): Quinn quickly dressed behind the curtain while her mother waited in the exam room for the doctor to return. It was a formality really; they already knew that she was pregnant. Her mother had tried to be supportive but it hadn’t gone well.
• Falling into College 67: How Did We Get All This Stuff? by Richard Lobinske (Part 3): "The place can't smell that bad," Michael said. "It's not like my old dorm room."
• Hell on Wheels, by Roxanne M (Part 5): Tom was feeling the effects of being awake all night and mused to himself that he must have been up for over 24 hours now and wondered how long you can live with out sleep. He tapped the driver on the shoulder and dispatched him to one more stop before they headed home. In short order the address came into view. He thought, It’s been awhile since I've been here; I hope they don’t keep guns in the house.
• Lame Enough at Last, by Ajar (COMPLETE!): Daria went through her standard morning routine and then came downstairs. It seemed weird not having to deal with sharing bathroom time and not having vacuous chitter-chatter around the dinner table. “Oh darn,” said Daria, “I guess I miss my Mom's scrumptious pancakes.” The realization then came that she made this sarcastic remark out loud with nobody around to hear it was a little disconcerting at first, but Daria quickly dismissed it.
• Lawndale's Finest: The Dark Knight, by NightGoblyn (Chapter 2, Part 6): “Honestly,” Helen said in her best no-nonsense voice. “What do you think you’re accomplishing, Daria? Traipsing around all hours of the night in that outlandish getup. I raised you better than this.” “I have to stop the criminals,” Daria said meekly. “A little late for that, isn’t it kiddo? I mean, if this is supposed to be about your mother and I. We’re dead, you know.”
• Legion of Lawndale Heroes 13.5: Points of Authority, by Brother Grimace and NightGoblyn (COMPLETE!): “Let me be blunt, Mister Sloane. If you were wearing a U.S. military uniform, right now I’d be telling you that at this moment, this is your time to come to Jesus.” Tom Sloane managed not to look away from the death’s-head glare Colonel Kyle Armalin gave him, and considered that he’d rather be standing up or sitting on a block of ice – anything so that he could focus past the waves of anger pouring from the man who sat at the desk before him.
• Legion of Lawndale Heroes Gold Team: Closed Covers, by Roentgen (Part 2): The door to Gabrielle Suarez’s room opened by itself. And, likewise, it closed by itself. A conversation was being held downstairs between the mother of Gabrielle Suarez and Sandi Griffin. The conversation was being conducted in English, as Gabi’s whole family was bilingual. As it turned out, Gabi had gone missing. She hadn’t been seen in over three weeks. She was one of the few students at UTEP that had a dorm room, and she had simply disappeared. Her roommates hadn’t seen her since her disappearance. Sandi concluded that Gabi must have disappeared one week after the time she had last contacted her. Clearly, a change in priorities was in order. From revenge to recovery.
• Legion of Lawndale Heroes Special: Tokusatsu Team Up! by Lorenzo Sauchelli (Parts 5 and 6): When the Planeswalker Daria materialized herself in the sentai’s HQ, she had a look on her face that had a striking similarity to that of a cat that had eaten the canary. She looked around, none of the Planesrangers or the Legionaries appeared to be in the meeting room. “Oh well, there goes my thunder.” “You’re late,” said a voice from the shadows. [Continued here.]
• More Apocalyptic Daria (a.k.a. Fimbul), by NightGoblyn (continued): There’s a light snow coming down as we walk towards the center of town. People smile and nod to me, but give Veronica and Daria funny looks . . . it takes a while for people to get used to newcomers around here. We turn the corner and they get their first sight of City Hall. It always throws people for a loop; the whole town is made of wood and stone, and here we’ve got this huge steel building smack in the middle. It is unusual.... Only the very old places look like that, Jane.
• Omnicides, by Lorenzo Sauchelli, a.k.a. Daisuke (Part 1): Rorschach's Journal: Friday, June 13, 1997. It has been twelve years since the lie my fellow masked 'heroes' enforced upon the world came to become a reality. The cry for help from humanity to me never came, I never got to tell them 'no'. I may as well died in vain if not for this Journal. [A Daria/Watchmen crossover] (FF.net)
  
• On the Clock, by Legendeld (Part 3): Okay, this isn’t going exactly according to plan. Ton is probably dead or close enough. Starburst and HellCat are out of the fight now that their electronics are fried. Athena is trying to keep Monk and Shadow from dying and Glitter is dragging me out of the line of fire. Crusader and Colorbomb are the only two still slugging it out. I haven’t seen WindDevil since the first attack. I can’t blame them to much seeing as I’ve spent more time on my back during this fight then I did while dating in high school. I’ve got to get back into the fight or this is going to end in a world of hurting. Now if I can just get my leg to start working again.
• Shadows and Silence, by Solaris (Part 1): "Upon you who have thought yourself so wise, so strong, so powerful, we have called a judgment. The Dark Judge has come. May the gods have mercy on you, and forgive us for what we have done."
• Something Is Rotten in the State of Lawndale, by Kristen Bealer (Part 2): "Gawd," Quinphelia said, reclined on a living room chair. "Can you believe those guys actually believe there's a ghost outside? Some people are just so, so...superficial!" "I think you mean superstitious," Janatio suggested. Daria watched her sister examine her nails for even the most minuscule imperfection, then rolled her eyes. "Who says they can't be both?"
• Things Fall Apart, by Doggieboy (Part 8): The female soldier looked down briefly and then said, "We've had to shoot every bite victim we've had after they die. After totally ruining one mattress, it was decided to place them on wooden doors that can be washed off and quickly sanitized." She looked down at the student, whose skin had a gray pallor to it. Even his eyes were drained of color. "The captain said to let you know before he goes."
• Turnabout Confusion Part II: All The King's Horses, by Dennis (continued): Sandi dialed the phone. As she listened /to the dial tone, she thought about what she'd heard. Sandi was quite willing to believe the worst of others around her—the number of raging incompetents at Lawndale High was simply staggering—so seeing someone's plans fail was no surprise. But seeing several people's plans fail at once made even her suspicious of outside influences. And she knew one person who was always a thorn in her side. Finally the phone connected. "Hello," an uncertain voice said. [Continued here. And here.]