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quidamling) wrote2011-02-18 12:28 am
quidamling) wrote2011-02-18 12:28 am
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WIP folder Meme
I’m jumping aboard the WIP meme wagon. Wagons, ho! (Seriously, I think I’ve had a good chunk of people on my flist that have done this.)
Ok, the mission, that I chose to accept is thus: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Most are transformers fic, aside from a handful that are OC-centric and so AU that they are pretty much original stories.
Zeegrand and glorious? List!
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50 word
After the storm
Angst fic
Blinded
Bound
Control
Cybertronian (this is more a record of the humpback whale/modem sounds that have been arbitrarily decided for certain names or phrases… I like randomly slipping them in fic with no explanation as easter eggs for the people that know them.)
Cyborg 2
Deck snuggles idea
Food mechs
Heather knocked up
‘Hide Prowl Blue
Jolt considerings
Less fail meme
Nanowrimo (yup, attempted 2 years, still not anywhere near done)
Sleepy Heather
Time one
Uncle ‘Hide RP
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Now, I have decided to turn this into a writing exercise. So, if something sounds interesting, you can request a bit. And I promise (though it has to be on my honor, so it might take a little time) that I will write a shiny new snippet to share. Maybe it will help get gears grinding. I’d honestly love some of these to move from the “my WIP” folder toward the “My done fic” folder. ♥
ETA: Proof these things are new writings... I SEE TYPOS *manic 3 AM laughter* ...and seriously, some are kinda dumb. *whaps self*
Ok, the mission, that I chose to accept is thus: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Most are transformers fic, aside from a handful that are OC-centric and so AU that they are pretty much original stories.
Zee
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50 word
After the storm
Angst fic
Blinded
Bound
Control
Cybertronian (this is more a record of the humpback whale/modem sounds that have been arbitrarily decided for certain names or phrases… I like randomly slipping them in fic with no explanation as easter eggs for the people that know them.)
Cyborg 2
Deck snuggles idea
Food mechs
Heather knocked up
‘Hide Prowl Blue
Jolt considerings
Less fail meme
Nanowrimo (yup, attempted 2 years, still not anywhere near done)
Sleepy Heather
Time one
Uncle ‘Hide RP
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now, I have decided to turn this into a writing exercise. So, if something sounds interesting, you can request a bit. And I promise (though it has to be on my honor, so it might take a little time) that I will write a shiny new snippet to share. Maybe it will help get gears grinding. I’d honestly love some of these to move from the “my WIP” folder toward the “My done fic” folder. ♥
ETA: Proof these things are new writings... I SEE TYPOS *manic 3 AM laughter* ...and seriously, some are kinda dumb. *whaps self*
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Danny lay back against the pillows, gently pulling his wife with him and tucking the blankets around her shivering body. She molded tiredly his chest as he wrapped his arms around her back. “Ach, Heather, Heather me love…” he murmured into her hair, wishing he could cast some charm of protection over her.
“Tis naught but the drag of worries, ye lost at sea, an’ now… if it were found out in town who ye’d been…” she burrowed close against his chest, fingers moving in slow patterns, mapping smoothly over familiar scars and stalling slightly over those that were newer. He had not been home long enough for her to believe it down deep. Heather still woke in the night, clawing for her husband in the dark, and expecting to find his half of the bed empty with her Captain lost to the waves.
“Shh, yer brother, and his harpy wife came. They care more fer ye, than that I were the Wolf’s Captain,” Danny felt some of the tension ebb from his body, Heather was safe, she has been pronounced free of fever, if she could just get some rest the shakes and worries would fade with time.
“Aye…” Heather replied, voice already fuzzy with sleep. She lay a kiss to his throat, her eyelashes batting against Danny’s neck as she fought to remain awake. “Liam?”
Danny smoothed his hand down his wife’s flank, squeezing her hip and pulling her more over his body to share warmth. “With his Uncle Liam and Aunt Rosh. An’ ye ken the medicine woman will be after me hide if I let ye up to check on him. Now sleep, love.”
She nodded, soothed by Danny’s strong arms clutching her nearly has tightly as she clung to her husband. Finally Heather’s shivering slowed, and her breath evened out in sleep.
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