Hmmm, what else to talk about. I will try to fill in all the recent fanfic releases here, but be patient, there will probably be delays.
On PPMB, Undefinedlust challenges everyone to "Defend Your Ship!" He asks, "Is there a 'ship you don't like? Then walk a mile in that 'ship's shoes before casting stones. I challenge everyone to write a ficlet that credibly depicts a ship you don't care for." Go for it. Give Alison/Fluffy the shot it so badly needs!
Note: All of the new stuff on FF.net is worth reading. Well done.
- And Then Daria and Jane Kissed, by Smileyfax (up to Part 4): [Don't pretend you don't know what's going on here. Enjoy the fan service.]
- Daylight: Hell Freezes Over, by Smileyfax (Part 1): The wind howled, battering the thin walls of Casa Lane with more and more snow. Chill seeped in through the various cracks in the walls, through the seals that no longer held the windowpanes as securely as they once had, under doors—the house was barely warmer inside than out. The warmest spot in the house was the basement. Figures, wrapped tightly in blankets and the thickest clothing they could find, huddled around what once was used as a kiln. Now, it held a fire, kept fed by various scraps that they had found scrounging outside during the day. [Excellent variation on the Daylight concept!]
- Dinner, a Flat Tire, and Other Stupid Things, by SSJ04 Mewtwo (Part 1): [I didn't include a link because the story abruptly becomes NC-17 at the end. (You have been warned.) You'll have no trouble finding the tale if you go to the author's page using the author's name link. Interesting, and a nice alternate-universe take-off on "One J at a Time"... however, there is one typo, unfortunate but hilarious, that will throw you. See if you can find it. Does Amy know something about Daria that we don't?]
- One Night, by Charliefox2012 (Part 2): I sit across from her in our usual booth in our usual pizza place. She eats and complains again of the jock and his blonde bimbo. I sip my soda and listen to her quietly. I don’t have much to say about them. Besides, it’s good to hear her talk. It’s so much better than her awkward silences of late. [Slash, with depth!]
- Sinspiration, by Vlora (Parts 16 and 17): Despite the cosmic forces usually working against Trent, it wasn’t Daria at the door. Donned in their usual Lawndale uniforms, Brittany and Kevin appeared with smiles on their faces and hesitant movements in the doorway. Trent stared down at the matching couple. After a few quiet moments, Trent stood aside and stared out to the street with a slight earnest he rarely possessed. "Hey kids," Jane happily chimed, stepping over and inviting them in.
- Daylight: Hell Freezes Over, by Smijey, a.k.a. Smileyfax (Part 1): [Welcome to PPMB, at last! Hooray! Story reposted from FF.net.]
- Falling Into College 68: Judging January, by Richard Lobinske (Part 1): "Hi, Daria. I thought I'd call and see how you and Michael were settling in." "We haven't killed each other yet, though if he leaves the toilet seat up one more time, all bets are off." [Heh heh heh heh heh.... angst!]
- Gimme Skelter, by TAG and Brother Grimace (Part 5): By ten o’clock the next morning, the sky was a deep infinite blue unmarred by cloud. The sun was a blinding white ball of silent flame. The desert was an inferno.
- Lawndale's Finest: The Dark Knight, by NightGoblyn (Chapter 4, Parts 5 and 6): Quinn hurried across the Pizza King and dropped into a booth to join Jane and Charles, who were already most of the way through a large pizza. She leaned over and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, and then pulled off her cap and gloves. “Sorry I’m late, I lost track of time while researching a story,” Quinn said, reaching for a slice of pizza. “No problem,” Jane answered. “I’ve spent the time trying to pick up your boyfriend.” [A real top-notch crossover, masterfully handled.]
- Things Fall Apart, by Doggieboy (Part 15): After the rescue in the abandoned Salvation Army Thrift Store, Julie Renner practiced the use of the new Defender Ring on her right hand. One practice she found funny involved using her new-found telekinetic powers to lift Robert and make him do funny dances. [Loved that part.]
- An Unexpected View, by Paisleygal (Part 2): “I don’t blame you for being surprised. I asked your agent not to tell you it was me. I wanted it to be a surprise. Can I get you something to drink?” Kevin was smiling at Daria, and Daria was staring at him. She was mesmerized by the change in him. If she looked closely, she could make out the Kevin she knew in High School, but he was so different. It was compelling. His eyes were filled with warmth and intelligence. His smile was confident and charming rather than goofy and vacant. Kevin was intriguing. The writer in her couldn’t wait to unravel the mystery of such a great metamorphosis. [This one is a real trip!]
- Unnamed story (Dead Like Me crossover), by Pinkminx (Parts 4 and 5): Daria watched Jane and Trent shrink into the distance as they drove away. She turned and slumped into her seat catching a glimpse of her reflection in the in rear view mirror; a stranger stared back with a mirroring expression of bewilderment, of all the things that dying entailed this freaked her out the most. They shared the same eyes, but there were many discernible differences. The mirrored girl's chin was more angular, her cheekbones a little more prominent. Daria's lips remained although she seemed to have been blessed with Quinn's nose. [Keep this one going!]
- Unnamed story (Scenes No Daria Fanfic Should Have: TGIF), by Dark Kuno (COMPLETE!): Helen sat in the beautifully hand carved chair at her equally beautiful matching desk. Her thoughts lingered on the hastily truncated ceremony that had wed her to Prince Eric. With a resolute sigh, she carefully removed the silver dagger from its gold case. With a firm grip she turned the blade and let its point rest on her ample bosom, just over her heart. [Daria/The Princess Bride]
- Unnamed story (Scenes No Daria Fanfic Should Have: TGIF), by Dennis (COMPLETE!): As Daria poked her head around the boulder, a football-shaped rock shattered next to her head. "I did that on purpose. I didn't have to miss," Kevin said, voice indistinct. "I believe you," Daria said, looking at the behemoth football player. Nervousness crept into her voice. "So what happens now?" [Daria/The Princess Bride]