Fanworks for Tin Man (2007) the 2nd greatest Wizard of Oz adaption of all time, and for other great film adaptions. And all the books. Also artworks that remind me of Tin Man and those that inspired scenes in my fanfics. ENJOY!
Lost Control - CainDG Fic by Diary-of-Din, literature
Literature
Lost Control - CainDG Fic
He was up again, and he was the only one. Raw was curled up in a ball, using a tree root as a pillow, mouth opened and snoring lightly, like a kitten purring. Tutor had transformed into Toto and was in a curled in a tight ball next to his furry friend, letting out a low wheezy growl every so often, his back leg twitching. Glitch was a few feet away, sprawled out in three different directions, body going one way, head going another, and arms going somewhere completely different. About every ten minutes, he would shudder a little and jerk in a different direction with a small yelp, which probably had something to do with his misfiring synapses.
Because I Want To - CainDG Fic by Diary-of-Din, literature
Literature
Because I Want To - CainDG Fic
"i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to
because i want to"
"Why do you do that?" Cain asked breathlessly, his forehead against DG's, both of them gasping for air that never seemed to come. She'd kissed him again, as she had twice before, both as he was in the middle of some endless tangant (usually about her, and her knack for getting herself into trouble). She let one hand trail down his scalp, her nails gently passing over the soft hair t
Cure My Tragedy - CainDG Fic by Diary-of-Din, literature
Literature
Cure My Tragedy - CainDG Fic
"So all of this time, you and my mother could never be together." She'd said it herself just a week before, facing her father for the first time, in a darkened little hut. She understood, then, the sacrifices her parents had been forced to make in order to ensure the safety of the ones they loved. She saw the selflessness and the love in seperation. So how could she be mad?
But she was. She was furious, but moreover hurt and let-down. She knew she could love him, and he could love her, if they had more time, but he wouldn't allow it.
"I have to go," he'd told her two nights before. "Jeb and I are headed out to heed the remaining resistors."