Hey there! So, I need help finding these three fics that I just can't seem to remember the names/places of. Mods, if this isn't allowed, please feel free to delete if.

1. All I really remember is that Harry and Bob's roles are reversed; Bob is the son of a rich old family, and Harry is the ghost imprisoned in his skull.

2. It's something to the effect of; Harry resurects Bob, who in turn kills Harry and imprisons him in his skull, for some reason (he's kinda crazy in the fic), and for years he keeps Harry and is all darkside-y. Eventually, he resurects Harry, who in a fit of rage kills Bob. Then he snaps out of it, and the fic ends with a greif-stricken Harry vowing to resurect Bob once more.  Thats all I remember.

3. I only remember one detail about it - ar some point Harry and Bob (who is corporeal) are in a magic (?) shop, and they stumble upon a doll/book/idk of Cthulu, the fake demon-thingy from scifi games. I vaguely remember the fic being really plotty, and with a fair bit of lemony goodness, as well.

If any of these were found, I'd be grateful. Links are prefered! Thanks!

-SS

Hello to anybody reading this.

If you're here, it's probably because you're hoping to find some of my fanfiction, as that's all I really do on the internet.

Most of it can be found at my fanfiction.net account. If it isn't there, I probably took it down because I didn't like it, and unless I get a special request, you won't find it anywhere else.

For those of you looking for a specific fandom/pairing/etc, here is a list of the comms I usually post at. I'm always discovering new fandoms and pairings, however, so this list will probably become outdates; as I said, my ff.net account has everything.

batman_slash
chase_jack
csi_slash
eat_my_bento
gil_loves_greg
gregslash
grisslash
itanaru
janitor_jd
kakanaru
narushika
psych_slash
scrubsfic
shawn_lassiter
skull_boy_love
steelandsparks
yyhyaoi

Thanks for stopping by.

-SS

I love my body because no matter what form it takes, I'm always completely unique and myself. Theres no one in the world who is exactly the same as me, and even when I'm not exactly happy with the state of my appearance, that's something I can hold on to.

-SS

Well, it depends. I'm a freshman in highschool right now, so I've got three more years of high school. Then, I plan to take one year off to travel Europe with my older sister Laurie. After that I go straight to collage. My grades are good enough to get into a decent school; hopefully Rutgers, though we'll see. Four years of standard collage, majoring in English, and one year to get my teaching degree. Finnally, I'll get a job as an assistant teacher, most likely for late grade school or early middle school. At the end of ten years, I'll probably be a full fledged teacher! It may sound idilic, but hey, I have the right  to be hopeful.

-SS
 

 Well, I stopped believeing in Santa Claus when I was the... 'tender' age of seven. I had decided to hide under the couch in wait of Santa, right next to the christmas tree. Around midnight, by papa came snuck out of his room, and I saw him putting the presents under the tree. When I crawled out after he, left, I looked at the presents; one was marker 'To: Renee, From: Santa'. I think I just shrugged, and then ate all of the cookies we set out and went to bed.

Heureuse Noël et Bonne Nouveau Année!

-SS

I don't know why I'm posting this, but w/e!
Just something I made in photoshop. Because
I don't even know what everyone else uses.
Terrence is a beautiful Mann!

Sensibly,
ScathingSarcasm

I don't know... I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen. Something horrible. I can't explain it. My mom called, she sounds all choked up. I think someone is hurt, or something. This really sucks.

Okay, honestly, the only thing keeping me from breaking down and freaking out is my own stupid ego. My dad was out with her. I think he might be hurt. I think someone might be dead. I'm trying not to think at all.

I said a couple of prayers. I havn't prayed since I was ten. I havn't believed in god since I was eight. I don't know what I'm doing. I guess it's true - even the most avowed athiest will pray to god in the face of adversity.

I really don't like my dad. He doesn't really like me either. We constantly rub each other the wrong way, and we can't seem to stop arguing.

It's his birthday today. I didn't even know until mom told me. If something happened, if he's dead, this is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life. I think the last thing I said to him was "Happy Birthday, you grumpy bastard."

It's not the worst thing I could have said. He smiled. I guess they wouldn't really make me feel bad, because that's just how we operated. Constantly snapping at each other.

I'm on my way to a mental breakdown, I think. And I haven't even gotten any news, yet. Maybe it's just my imagination. I hope so.

I'm having these horrible thoughts. Like - I hope it's my grampa instead of my dad. See, theres only a few people mom would really sob over, and most are close family. She reacted this way when gramma died, crying and stuff. I can't deal with crying.

Shit. I gotta go.

-Renee

Um... well, this is my first time on LJ
posting a fanfic, so I hope I'm doing it right...

Title: Death Talk
Author: ScathingSarcasm
Pairing: Light Perry/JD... a bit of Turk/JD if you wanna look at it like that.
Rating: PG, for alcohol ingestion.
Characters: JD, Perry, Ben and mentions of Turk and other characters.
Warning: Overly philosophical talk about death, a bit of angst. Post-Ben Silivan's death.
Summary: Perry and JD ponder death, and make each other a promise.


(Death Talk)

"Hey, Newbie."

"Yeah?"

"What do you think you would do if Ghandi... y'know, died?"

Two figures, both male, one shorter and smaller than the other, sat in front of a grave stone, bottles of empty beer surrounding them, and twin sets of flowers sat at the grave's base. Perry glanced at the man sitting next to him, curious. Being in a depressed mood about Ben's death, he had dragged his protege, once again, out of his house in the middle of the night, straight to the graveyard with a six-pack, and forced him into a conversation.

JD popped the cap off yet another bottle, and took a quick sip, looking thoughtful. Glancing at the surrounding little of green glass, Perry thought he might be having a negative influence on the younger doctor. Oh well.

"Mm. I actually have an answer for this one. See, three years after Turk and I met each other, well, we were already best friends by then. One day, we agreed that if one of us died before the other one, we'd take care of the people that were close to them. You know, family, girlfriend, wife, etcetera. We promised each other we'd stay alive long enough to have all of that stuff. But I think we both know neither of us would last long without the other..."

"Isn't that just a teensy bit dramatic, there, Newbie."

"No, man, not really... I don't think I could live without Turk, to be honest. He's like my other half, we can hardly stand to be a few miles apart from each other, let alone never see each other again."

"Don't you believe in heaven, Newbie?"

"Not really."

"Me neither."

"Turk says he'll pray enough for the both of us."

"Greaaaat."

"Anyway... well, I guess you're sort of right - we wouldn't just... drop dead without the other one around... I mean, we'd be existing, but we wouldn't be living."

"My God, Priscilla, you sound like a cheap romance novel."

"Sorry. I don't mean to ramble. Still... if I died, you would take care of... well, you'd take care of Carla anyway, but you'd look after Turk and Elliot... and... and my brother, right?"

"Yeah...yeah, JD, I would. You don't have to worry about that. And I know that if I died, you would look after Jack and the She-Devil for me."

"It's so sweet you have a nickname for her... and you know I would, Perry."

"Good to know, kid. So... if Ghandi, uh, kicked the bucket, would you off yourself?"

"You're surprisingly fixated on this topic..."

"C'mon, I'm depressed, and it's actually interesting to listen to... like my soaps."

"Whatever. And no - that was part of our agreement - no suicide. And no 'accidental' car crashes or anything, Turk caught me on that one."

"This is... increasingly disturbing the more you talk about it."

"Then can we stop?"

"Not on your life."

"God... what's there to talk about? If I died, Turk would probably last, five years, maybe more if he had kids, before he collapsed into despair and stopped functioning completely. If he died, I might last two years before I nilched the agreement and offed myself."

"Ouch. And what if I tell Ghandi about this little slip?"

"He already knows. He knew when we made it I wouldn't be able to stick to it... he did make me promise for it to be painless, though... like, stealing morphine from the hospital or something..."

"Geez, this is so depressing..."

"Yup."

"...Hey, Per?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd be sad it you died, too."

"...ditto, Newbie."

Somewhere far away, Ben Sullivan watched over two souls caught in a moment, and grinned to himself,

"Cheese!"

And snapped a photo.

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Yup... I was in a Scruby mood, so I decided to start my very own scrubs oneshot series. Pathetically overdone, but oh well.

I'm open to suggestions, if anyone has any.

Sensibly,

ScathingSarcasm

What is one food that you refuse to try? Why?

I absolutly refuse to try pickled pigs feet.
They are slimy, gross, bright pink hunks of
meat-matter from HELL, and I will not have
any part in them.

Did you know people actually PICK the ones
they want out of the jar? Ugh. Like they want
the one with athlete's foot and bunyons.
Absolutly disgusting.

Sensibly,
ScathingSarcasm

The show Scrubs has recently invaded my brain, and I cannot seem to shake off the new obsesion with my usual outlets of Harry Potter and Naruto. I am particularly obsessed with JDxPerry slash. ^_^ One of my guilty pleasures, I'm afraid. However, there is such a lack of Scrubs fanfiction, that its hard to get a fix around here! The only stead source I can find it the fic 'Changling', by Randomslasher and Thuri. An awesome story, by the way, I'm completely hooked.
Well, I've g2g. I'll try to write again tomorrow.

Sensibly,
ScathingSarcasm

Hello, anyone who is bothering to read this! I finally got around to making myself a live journal, which I've been meaning to do for some time. I, of coarse, have no idea what I'm doing, but...eh. I'll just feel it out, like I did with fanfiction.net.

Well, I cant wait to start doing shit on here. Hopefully, it will an... entertaining... experience.

XD GO EMO GO!