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torakowalski: Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached
How anyone can just do a sentence is beyond me though...
Currently un-named neverending Merlin fic of doom in which Arthur is a DI, Merlin is an intelligence analyst and things are getting weird in the city of Camelot:
"You bastards," she said in a low voice and Arthur narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "That was my creature, mine, how dare you?"
"What?" Merlin said and Arthur tugged his handcuffs out of their pocket, trying to work out how they could grab her without getting one of them hurt by the brand she was now brandishing like a weapon.
"Are you saying you are responsible?" he asked quietly, moving away from Merlin to split her attention, a plan that was immediately foiled by Merlin being an idiot and edging after him.
"Oh look, the Pendragon cub," the woman said tauntingly as her attention turned fully to Arthur. "What if I was, what are you going to do? Threaten to tell your daddy on me?"
"You're under arrest on suspicion of committing acts of terrorism," Arthur snapped in reply. He eased forward in preparation for trying to grab her but she spotted it and sidled away, almost to the other side of the afanc corpse.
"I don't think so," she said, smiling infuriatingly. "This wasn't my only friend here," she added, gesturing to the corpse and then barking a sharp word in the direction she had come from.
"What was that, what have you done?" Merlin said, sounding alarmed and moving towards her and damn it, she was past the afanc now. Arthur started to move back around the other side to trap her between them, but he could hear something from deeper in the cave, little scrabbling noises and he hesitated, turning to look back. If she had another afanc coming for them they were screwed.
What came out of the tunnel wasn't an afanc but the biggest spider Arthur had ever seen, the size of a dog, for God's sake. It ran straight towards them and Merlin yelped in disgust and stumbled back to Arthur's side, but he kept his torch firmly fixed on the hideous thing and Arthur managed to pull his baton free, thanking God he'd thought to stick it in his belt that morning and wishing he'd brought the keeper's shotgun instead. He snapped it out to the full 21" length, waited just long enough, dodged to the side and stabbed straight down. It felt like puncturing a football except squishier and Arthur had to control an impulse to retch as the spider writhed on the end of the baton, legs scrabbling until it collapsed and died.
"Oh Jesus, that was gross," Merlin gasped, sounding like he wanted to be sick too and the woman laughed, sounding smug and arrogant and Arthur was going to get her for this.
"Very good. But he has brothers and they'll be here soon too. I wonder how long it will take for them to find your bodies, and how your father will feel when they bury you," she said, her voice going vicious as she glared at Arthur. He started forward but she gestured and said another unfamiliar word and Merlin's torch shattered and a second later the flames from the afanc and her brand died too. "I can see in the dark," she said, her voice threading low and amused again through the sudden pitch blackness, "and so can my friends. Goodbye, little Pendragon."
"Wait, why are you doing this?" Merlin shouted, sounding desperate, but there was no reply.
"Fuck," Arthur said and fumbled forward in the direction of Merlin's voice until he nudged into him.
"Ah!" Merlin yelped and Arthur smacked blindly in the dark and thumped him in the chest. Or possibly back.
"Shut up, that was me," he said and Merlin swore and smacked back, getting Arthur's ear painfully before grabbing onto his shoulder.
"Prick," Merlin said shakily.
"Do you have any more torches in your bag? A lighter?" Arthur said urgently. The threat about the spider's brothers may have been an empty one but Arthur didn't really believe it.
"No, nothing," Merlin said, gripping Arthur hard enough to leave bruises but Arthur didn't shake him off. "The flamethrower?"
"I used it all up. Didn't want that thing getting up again." Arthur started trying to move them both back in the direction of the entrance, but it had taken them five minutes to get all the way there with a torch. His foot hit something yielding that he was fairly sure was the dead spider and he repressed a shudder.
"Oh great, so we have a dead torch and a stupid baton?" Merlin asked, starting to sound slightly hysterical but stumbling along willingly enough. "Don't you have a gun?"
"No, I don't. This isn't America, idiot," Arthur snapped back. "And how the fuck would I aim it anyway? I'd be more likely to hit you than anything else." He could feel the heat from the afanc to his left and steered right, banging his outstretched hand against the rock wall painfully and then using it as a guide.
"Don't yell at me," Merlin shouted, walking right into Arthur and shoving him into the wall. "I don't want to die in a cave with some bastard yelling at me!"
~
Currently un-named neverending SGA fic of doom (notice a theme?) in which John is temporarily female-shaped:
"Sheppard," Rodney said, in between munching a power bar, "if I needed to eviscerate one of my scientists, you'd tell me, right? Say, to pick a random example, one whose name begins with a 'B' and rhymes with 'narrow' as in the narrowness of his character."
"No idea what you mean."
"That's not what I heard," Rodney said and John shook his head.
"Then I presume you heard I handled it."
"I heard you handled it by breaking his arms and legs."
"Do his arms and legs look broken to you?" John asked, with a snort.
"No, of course not. That's just what I heard. And I think evisceration fits him better anyway; I'm sure I could make it look like a really painful accident," Rodney said on a note of enthusiasm and John grinned reluctantly and turned to look at him.
Despite the enthusiastic tone, Rodney's eyes were concerned and, John couldn't help noticing, really blue. Had they always been that blue, or was it because John had been looking at the sky and it was the same really pretty blue colour?
And John had seriously not just thought that.
"Stand down, tiger," he managed, holding onto his composure, "he was only being obnoxious, no big surprise there. No eviscerating required."
"Okay," Rodney said, relaxing and turning back to the controls, "I think it's a missed opportunity though. You ready to go back?"
"Sure," John said, facing ahead again but watching Rodney surreptitiously sideways as they flew back.
Of course Rodney's eyes had always been that blue. John was just being more observant about looking at people because Heightmeyer had put all that junk about changing perceptions into his head. And there was nothing wrong with finding a colour pretty. Some colours just were pretty, like blue. It was simply an aesthetic thing.
And with eyes that colour and those really long eyelashes, anyone would objectively think Rodney had nice eyes. Come to think of it, Rodney was actually a fairly good-looking guy altogether, especially when he was smiling like he was now at the banking move he'd just done as they came in towards the city.
John meant fairly good-looking purely objectively speaking, of course. It didn't mean anything, it really didn't.
This was definitely all Heightmeyer's fault. It wasn't like John had gone around noticing stuff about Rodney like this before she'd talked to him. Okay, he'd noticed before that Rodney was getting some good definition going on with his biceps and that he had shoulders like a linebacker, but that was because it was his job as team leader to keep an eye on Rodney's fitness.
Make that really good definition of his biceps. And anyone would notice that with the way Rodney's t-shirt sleeves clung and rode up like that.
He bet Rodney could get the knots out of his back just as well as Ronon could, and John already knew Rodney was good with his hands. He'd seen him working on all those delicate instruments, hands practically dancing over controls, and John knew how strong they were as well from all the times Rodney had grabbed him in the field.
Not that John could ask Rodney for a backrub now, damn that woman.
John snapped out of his funk as Rodney landed them back in the jumper bay with a small thump. It was probably the smallest thump he had ever managed and John had to force himself not to flee when Rodney turned to him with a bright, smug grin and demanded praise for it because it made him look… well, really good.
John managed some sarcastic remark about Rodney having graduated from landing like a herd of elephants to just one elephant going splat and then he escaped because Rodney had to go back to the lab and just gave him the finger instead of arguing.
Luckily John had nothing on his schedule for a bit so he quick-marched back to his room, sat down and stuck his head in his hands.
Right. Okay. John could look at a guy like Rodney and see why someone could find him attractive. That didn't make John attracted to him. It just meant John had eyes and that he'd actually paid attention.
It was women he was attracted to, and that wasn't going to change just because he currently was one physically. Hell, his own body turned him on at the moment, and if that wasn't proof of him still being straight, John didn't know what was.
Okay, maybe sometimes lately when John had been fooling around he'd wondered what it would feel like with something more than fingers inside. Something more solid, with a better angle. But he'd been thinking dildos, not anything that came with a man attached to the other end.
John was not confused about that.
Damn Heightmeyer and her stupid theories.
John hated shrinks.
torakowalski: Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attachedHow anyone can just do a sentence is beyond me though...
Currently un-named neverending Merlin fic of doom in which Arthur is a DI, Merlin is an intelligence analyst and things are getting weird in the city of Camelot:
"You bastards," she said in a low voice and Arthur narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "That was my creature, mine, how dare you?"
"What?" Merlin said and Arthur tugged his handcuffs out of their pocket, trying to work out how they could grab her without getting one of them hurt by the brand she was now brandishing like a weapon.
"Are you saying you are responsible?" he asked quietly, moving away from Merlin to split her attention, a plan that was immediately foiled by Merlin being an idiot and edging after him.
"Oh look, the Pendragon cub," the woman said tauntingly as her attention turned fully to Arthur. "What if I was, what are you going to do? Threaten to tell your daddy on me?"
"You're under arrest on suspicion of committing acts of terrorism," Arthur snapped in reply. He eased forward in preparation for trying to grab her but she spotted it and sidled away, almost to the other side of the afanc corpse.
"I don't think so," she said, smiling infuriatingly. "This wasn't my only friend here," she added, gesturing to the corpse and then barking a sharp word in the direction she had come from.
"What was that, what have you done?" Merlin said, sounding alarmed and moving towards her and damn it, she was past the afanc now. Arthur started to move back around the other side to trap her between them, but he could hear something from deeper in the cave, little scrabbling noises and he hesitated, turning to look back. If she had another afanc coming for them they were screwed.
What came out of the tunnel wasn't an afanc but the biggest spider Arthur had ever seen, the size of a dog, for God's sake. It ran straight towards them and Merlin yelped in disgust and stumbled back to Arthur's side, but he kept his torch firmly fixed on the hideous thing and Arthur managed to pull his baton free, thanking God he'd thought to stick it in his belt that morning and wishing he'd brought the keeper's shotgun instead. He snapped it out to the full 21" length, waited just long enough, dodged to the side and stabbed straight down. It felt like puncturing a football except squishier and Arthur had to control an impulse to retch as the spider writhed on the end of the baton, legs scrabbling until it collapsed and died.
"Oh Jesus, that was gross," Merlin gasped, sounding like he wanted to be sick too and the woman laughed, sounding smug and arrogant and Arthur was going to get her for this.
"Very good. But he has brothers and they'll be here soon too. I wonder how long it will take for them to find your bodies, and how your father will feel when they bury you," she said, her voice going vicious as she glared at Arthur. He started forward but she gestured and said another unfamiliar word and Merlin's torch shattered and a second later the flames from the afanc and her brand died too. "I can see in the dark," she said, her voice threading low and amused again through the sudden pitch blackness, "and so can my friends. Goodbye, little Pendragon."
"Wait, why are you doing this?" Merlin shouted, sounding desperate, but there was no reply.
"Fuck," Arthur said and fumbled forward in the direction of Merlin's voice until he nudged into him.
"Ah!" Merlin yelped and Arthur smacked blindly in the dark and thumped him in the chest. Or possibly back.
"Shut up, that was me," he said and Merlin swore and smacked back, getting Arthur's ear painfully before grabbing onto his shoulder.
"Prick," Merlin said shakily.
"Do you have any more torches in your bag? A lighter?" Arthur said urgently. The threat about the spider's brothers may have been an empty one but Arthur didn't really believe it.
"No, nothing," Merlin said, gripping Arthur hard enough to leave bruises but Arthur didn't shake him off. "The flamethrower?"
"I used it all up. Didn't want that thing getting up again." Arthur started trying to move them both back in the direction of the entrance, but it had taken them five minutes to get all the way there with a torch. His foot hit something yielding that he was fairly sure was the dead spider and he repressed a shudder.
"Oh great, so we have a dead torch and a stupid baton?" Merlin asked, starting to sound slightly hysterical but stumbling along willingly enough. "Don't you have a gun?"
"No, I don't. This isn't America, idiot," Arthur snapped back. "And how the fuck would I aim it anyway? I'd be more likely to hit you than anything else." He could feel the heat from the afanc to his left and steered right, banging his outstretched hand against the rock wall painfully and then using it as a guide.
"Don't yell at me," Merlin shouted, walking right into Arthur and shoving him into the wall. "I don't want to die in a cave with some bastard yelling at me!"
~
Currently un-named neverending SGA fic of doom (notice a theme?) in which John is temporarily female-shaped:
"Sheppard," Rodney said, in between munching a power bar, "if I needed to eviscerate one of my scientists, you'd tell me, right? Say, to pick a random example, one whose name begins with a 'B' and rhymes with 'narrow' as in the narrowness of his character."
"No idea what you mean."
"That's not what I heard," Rodney said and John shook his head.
"Then I presume you heard I handled it."
"I heard you handled it by breaking his arms and legs."
"Do his arms and legs look broken to you?" John asked, with a snort.
"No, of course not. That's just what I heard. And I think evisceration fits him better anyway; I'm sure I could make it look like a really painful accident," Rodney said on a note of enthusiasm and John grinned reluctantly and turned to look at him.
Despite the enthusiastic tone, Rodney's eyes were concerned and, John couldn't help noticing, really blue. Had they always been that blue, or was it because John had been looking at the sky and it was the same really pretty blue colour?
And John had seriously not just thought that.
"Stand down, tiger," he managed, holding onto his composure, "he was only being obnoxious, no big surprise there. No eviscerating required."
"Okay," Rodney said, relaxing and turning back to the controls, "I think it's a missed opportunity though. You ready to go back?"
"Sure," John said, facing ahead again but watching Rodney surreptitiously sideways as they flew back.
Of course Rodney's eyes had always been that blue. John was just being more observant about looking at people because Heightmeyer had put all that junk about changing perceptions into his head. And there was nothing wrong with finding a colour pretty. Some colours just were pretty, like blue. It was simply an aesthetic thing.
And with eyes that colour and those really long eyelashes, anyone would objectively think Rodney had nice eyes. Come to think of it, Rodney was actually a fairly good-looking guy altogether, especially when he was smiling like he was now at the banking move he'd just done as they came in towards the city.
John meant fairly good-looking purely objectively speaking, of course. It didn't mean anything, it really didn't.
This was definitely all Heightmeyer's fault. It wasn't like John had gone around noticing stuff about Rodney like this before she'd talked to him. Okay, he'd noticed before that Rodney was getting some good definition going on with his biceps and that he had shoulders like a linebacker, but that was because it was his job as team leader to keep an eye on Rodney's fitness.
Make that really good definition of his biceps. And anyone would notice that with the way Rodney's t-shirt sleeves clung and rode up like that.
He bet Rodney could get the knots out of his back just as well as Ronon could, and John already knew Rodney was good with his hands. He'd seen him working on all those delicate instruments, hands practically dancing over controls, and John knew how strong they were as well from all the times Rodney had grabbed him in the field.
Not that John could ask Rodney for a backrub now, damn that woman.
John snapped out of his funk as Rodney landed them back in the jumper bay with a small thump. It was probably the smallest thump he had ever managed and John had to force himself not to flee when Rodney turned to him with a bright, smug grin and demanded praise for it because it made him look… well, really good.
John managed some sarcastic remark about Rodney having graduated from landing like a herd of elephants to just one elephant going splat and then he escaped because Rodney had to go back to the lab and just gave him the finger instead of arguing.
Luckily John had nothing on his schedule for a bit so he quick-marched back to his room, sat down and stuck his head in his hands.
Right. Okay. John could look at a guy like Rodney and see why someone could find him attractive. That didn't make John attracted to him. It just meant John had eyes and that he'd actually paid attention.
It was women he was attracted to, and that wasn't going to change just because he currently was one physically. Hell, his own body turned him on at the moment, and if that wasn't proof of him still being straight, John didn't know what was.
Okay, maybe sometimes lately when John had been fooling around he'd wondered what it would feel like with something more than fingers inside. Something more solid, with a better angle. But he'd been thinking dildos, not anything that came with a man attached to the other end.
John was not confused about that.
Damn Heightmeyer and her stupid theories.
John hated shrinks.
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:36 pm (UTC)Omg. I want that SO MUCH right now!
(also; i am currently writing mirror!fic for the flashfic challenge but i don't think it will be in time. i'm going to try, though!)
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:44 pm (UTC)(Also must really pick back up that fic I promised I'd beta for you - I haven't forgotten, I've just been very crap *bambi eyes*)
i am currently writing mirror!fic for the flashfic challenge but i don't think it will be in time
Ooh, hey, that sounds cool ... wait, who are you again? Who am I? OMG, I HAVE AMNESIA! I no longer remember my name or who's president or how many fingers and certainly not anything about closing any challenges, or even what a challenge is...
(I do however remember I want this fic.)
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(OMG it's okay! I forgot about it for a while but whenever you have time. No rush! No bambi eyes needed!
i love you ;_; have i said that recently? because i do.
good :D)
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:50 pm (UTC)I hadn't forgotten about the other one though and I still think it's awesome and want to know how it ends!
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Date: 2010-03-02 09:18 pm (UTC)You and me both... kidding. I know how it ends, it is the bits in between that are giving me trouble!
The girl!John fic is on my bucket list of things to do before I die, groan. But the Merlin one first (probably going to be called 'This Dawning Age', btw). And then possibly the extended remix of girl!Arthur. But then definitely girl!John.
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Date: 2010-03-02 11:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:58 pm (UTC)Hope you manage to finish it some day!
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Date: 2010-03-02 09:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-02 09:11 pm (UTC)I wish I knew how to get inspired to keep going with it again - though to be fair I've been flat and non-writing for quite a while lately, not just on this, sigh. I blame the time of year and work being stressful and trying to look for a house and... yeah. Fic-brain not firing on all cylinders at the mo.
Though knowing that people would want to read the dratted thing if it ever emerges in completed form is very lovely!
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Date: 2010-03-02 09:13 pm (UTC)*has appropriate icon*
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Date: 2010-03-02 09:26 pm (UTC)Appropriate icon is very appropriate, mmmm.
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Date: 2010-03-02 09:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-02 09:44 pm (UTC)