7 Works in Dameon (Obernewtyn Chronicles)
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Once More, With Feeling by anotherStupidFunaga
Fandoms: Obernewtyn Chronicles - Isobelle Carmody
05 Dec 2019
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"Funaga always walking into things," Maruman supplied grumpily. "Why do you never look and go around? Or behind you? Or edit properly? Is this a joke to you?"
The mother of all do-over fics, done in the spirit of love and parody. Mistakes are all mine.
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A Day in the Life of the Server of Obernewtyn by anotherStupidFunaga
Fandoms: Obernewtyn Chronicles - Isobelle Carmody
30 Oct 2019
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"Welcome back, all of you, to Spring. Yes, finally, the pass has defrosted. I trust you spent your Wintertime well. I am yet to receive many of the Guild reports, however there is evidence enough in this greeting of the subtle changes many of you will notice the moment you get down to business."
A silly look at what an email server at Obernewtyn might look like. Written in 2007 and ported over here for posterity. Parody (I cannot stress this enough). Utter nonsense. Proceed with caution. -
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Five different people. Five life times. Five living beings. One rabbit, one outlaw, two brothers, one soldier. A single story.
This is an Original work by me, I had no where else to put it.Series
- Part 1 of Empire! City
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goading their ghosts into the howling snow by Morbane for alianne
Fandoms: Obernewtyn Chronicles - Isobelle Carmody
17 Jan 2013
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A numb self-sacrifice of the weakest? No.
An alternate course of events for the last quarter of Obernewtyn. -
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Darga returns, and the implications of Elspeth's secret quest wreck havoc amongst the Empaths at Obernewtyn. An old fic, written pre-Stone Key, but I'm still fond of it. Dameon/Elspeth.
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Walls by slipsthrufingers for bliumchik
Fandoms: Obernewtyn Chronicles - Isobelle Carmody
21 Dec 2010
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Matthew always disappointed.
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When It Alteration Finds by osprey_archer for Tartanshell
Fandoms: Isobelle Carmody - Obernewtyn
20 Dec 2009
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Dameon and I often walked on warm summer afternoons, his arm in mine and in his other hand his cane, swooping across the ground for obstacles. The walks calmed me: the warmth of the sun, his hand on my arm, for people rarely touched me – indeed, even Rushton, now.
Especially Rushton, now.