WIP folder Meme

[quidamling]

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.

Zee grand 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*

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[quidamling.livejournal.com]

>.> Cyborg 2 is just the cyborg fic. I think I had two copies in two different places, and the one on the thumb drive became 2 for a while. Geez, google docs is way easier.

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Mid-morning and Ratchet was puttering around the room in a passable imitation of how he would normally mill around his medbay. He cleaned and organized what little was present, and kept drifting over to check on the still figure of Ironhide curled in the bed. There was the quiet hiss of the door sliding aside and the medic quickly whirled on the interloper standing in the doorway. ‘Hide less heard the sound of the door than felt the sudden tensing of his bondmate. The soldier rolled and stared blearily at the figure in the doorway.

He stood at a parade rest just beyond the threshold. That alone was different, unlike the teamers, this one was respecting the pair’s space. The man was a soldier; he had the carriage and the stance, and moreover, he was brass. That much was obvious. But he was not the sort of jumped-the-line, inside-track up the ranks to drive a desk brass. He carried himself with an air of authority, but without the pompous cloud that followed so many of the higher ups. A tall man, easily imposing but he was standing with an easy grace that made him seem oddly approachable. His short sandy hair framed a proud brow, and clear blue eyes that held a quiet power to take in everything in an instant and see right through them.

Humans would have called it an aura, Cybertronians knew it as a spark; familiar strength, cool calm, power and confidence. The figure carried mechanical implants and modifications, similar to those Ratchet and Ironhide now possessed.

What took the longest for the pair to register was the armoring circling the man’s brow and down along the edge of his jaw. Deep cerulean finials stood up by his ears.

Finials.

“Optimus?” Ratchet breathed in shock.