fic meme
Stolen from tanarian who stole it from szm: Post the paragraph of fic you have yet to finish.
This is so you guys can nag me about what fics you really want.
Physics 101 (original):
I loathe physics. Immensely. Immeasurably. Unfortunately, it’s a two semester requirement for all biology majors, myself included. Good thing it’s the intro physics class and not the really difficult stuff. This time it’s not the professor. Hartful, contrary to his name, was pure evil. He was a bitter old man, but now he’s gone, and there’s this new, young, hotshot physics professor who is more engaging than Hartful, but I still loathe physics. I just don’t dread going to class anymore.
Life is a Four Letter Word (SGA Lorne/McKay):
Each color has a personality, so it stands to reason that every personality has a color. Colonel Sheppard had a deep blue personality: Ultramarine 660. Dr. Weir had a rich red personality: Alizarin Crimson Hue 003. Dr. McKay had a brown personality with a hint of red: Burnt Siena 074. Dr. Parrish was a pale blue-green: Cobalt Green 692. Some complex people even had multiple colors to them. This was a difficult concept to explain to someone who had not been painting for the greater part of his life. And yes, while the aforementioned did tend to wear those colors often, it seemed more like a reflection of their personality than a reflection of their wardrobe.
Good Omens/High School Musical:
Hell thought it’d give this apocalypse thing another go. Actually, it wasn’t Hell, as Hell was not sentient. The idea was cooked up by the Duke and presented to Lucifer, who decided, why the Hell not? He had been waiting six thousand years already. The idea was then presented to the shareholders, who all agreed that six thousand years was enough time to twiddle their thumbs.* After that whole debacle in England, Hell was not going to wait another six thousand years for another final battle, so Lucifer went about making preparations for another Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness.
Hero Complex (Heroes/CSI):
It started with blind panic - as a causation, not a result. Nick had been trapped in a Plexiglas box and tortured. He couldn’t fight against it: he was not a match for chloroform, but that didn’t stop him from attempting to fight. For air. For freedom. For sanity. Against the box. Against the light. Against the ants. He needed out of that damn box, and he needed it days ago. He had collected his mind and had attempted to keep a lingering faith in his colleagues. That faith had wavered, and he had admonished himself. He had also admonished himself for being in the entire mess to begin with.
High School Musical Urban Fairytale (Chad/Ryan):
Chad saw his first fairy when he was three.
Secret Agent Man (HSM: Chad/Ryan):
“Ryan Evans? No way, man!”
Bandom/SGA (pairing undetermined kinda):
The world goes pear shaped. Gerard had been wandering, minding his own business when he was caught in a foot snare or whatever the fuck they were called. The point is that Gerard is hanging upside down by his right foot and all of his blood is rushing to his head. This shit never happens when he’s in the lab. The best part? Jesus, the best fucking part is that his radio fell out of his tac vest and is on the muddy ground crackling static up at him.
Shadows in Seattle, Vampires in New York (Slayer'verse):
Ryan and Danforth were into something dangerous; Sharpay was sure of it. They always headed out together and came back disgustingly late at night - if they came back at all. It might be drugs. Whenever Sharpay asked her brother about anything involving his outings with Danforth, he refused to answer anything definite. Or anything more than a monosyllabic grunt, which was horribly uncouth of him.
Show me how to lie (CSI Departed!AU):
Greg shifted uneasily in a chair that under normal circumstances would have been comfortable. Captain Jim Brass sat on the other side of his desk, glowering at Greg. Gil Grissom sat to Greg’s right, staying his calm self. It made Greg’s skin itch in a way he could never satiate no matter how hard he scratched but would still leave his skin broken and festering and still itching.
Monomyth: By the Books in Five Easy Steps (HSM Fairytale AU):
Step 1: The Call to a Challenge
“Did you hear?”
“I heard several things. Which are you referring to?”
“The King and Queen of East are trying to marry off the Ice Princess.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Apparently none of the neighboring kingdoms hate their princes that much.”
“Good one. How’re they trying to marry her?”
“A competition. Whoever slays a dragon or some such fairy story cliché.”
“Slay a dragon? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose? That unlucky sap is going to be stuck with the Ice Princess. Some prize.”
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Those are only some of the fics I'm working on. Can't you tell I have ADD? I lack so much focus...
This is so you guys can nag me about what fics you really want.
Physics 101 (original):
I loathe physics. Immensely. Immeasurably. Unfortunately, it’s a two semester requirement for all biology majors, myself included. Good thing it’s the intro physics class and not the really difficult stuff. This time it’s not the professor. Hartful, contrary to his name, was pure evil. He was a bitter old man, but now he’s gone, and there’s this new, young, hotshot physics professor who is more engaging than Hartful, but I still loathe physics. I just don’t dread going to class anymore.
Life is a Four Letter Word (SGA Lorne/McKay):
Each color has a personality, so it stands to reason that every personality has a color. Colonel Sheppard had a deep blue personality: Ultramarine 660. Dr. Weir had a rich red personality: Alizarin Crimson Hue 003. Dr. McKay had a brown personality with a hint of red: Burnt Siena 074. Dr. Parrish was a pale blue-green: Cobalt Green 692. Some complex people even had multiple colors to them. This was a difficult concept to explain to someone who had not been painting for the greater part of his life. And yes, while the aforementioned did tend to wear those colors often, it seemed more like a reflection of their personality than a reflection of their wardrobe.
Good Omens/High School Musical:
Hell thought it’d give this apocalypse thing another go. Actually, it wasn’t Hell, as Hell was not sentient. The idea was cooked up by the Duke and presented to Lucifer, who decided, why the Hell not? He had been waiting six thousand years already. The idea was then presented to the shareholders, who all agreed that six thousand years was enough time to twiddle their thumbs.* After that whole debacle in England, Hell was not going to wait another six thousand years for another final battle, so Lucifer went about making preparations for another Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness.
Hero Complex (Heroes/CSI):
It started with blind panic - as a causation, not a result. Nick had been trapped in a Plexiglas box and tortured. He couldn’t fight against it: he was not a match for chloroform, but that didn’t stop him from attempting to fight. For air. For freedom. For sanity. Against the box. Against the light. Against the ants. He needed out of that damn box, and he needed it days ago. He had collected his mind and had attempted to keep a lingering faith in his colleagues. That faith had wavered, and he had admonished himself. He had also admonished himself for being in the entire mess to begin with.
High School Musical Urban Fairytale (Chad/Ryan):
Chad saw his first fairy when he was three.
Secret Agent Man (HSM: Chad/Ryan):
“Ryan Evans? No way, man!”
Bandom/SGA (pairing undetermined kinda):
The world goes pear shaped. Gerard had been wandering, minding his own business when he was caught in a foot snare or whatever the fuck they were called. The point is that Gerard is hanging upside down by his right foot and all of his blood is rushing to his head. This shit never happens when he’s in the lab. The best part? Jesus, the best fucking part is that his radio fell out of his tac vest and is on the muddy ground crackling static up at him.
Shadows in Seattle, Vampires in New York (Slayer'verse):
Ryan and Danforth were into something dangerous; Sharpay was sure of it. They always headed out together and came back disgustingly late at night - if they came back at all. It might be drugs. Whenever Sharpay asked her brother about anything involving his outings with Danforth, he refused to answer anything definite. Or anything more than a monosyllabic grunt, which was horribly uncouth of him.
Show me how to lie (CSI Departed!AU):
Greg shifted uneasily in a chair that under normal circumstances would have been comfortable. Captain Jim Brass sat on the other side of his desk, glowering at Greg. Gil Grissom sat to Greg’s right, staying his calm self. It made Greg’s skin itch in a way he could never satiate no matter how hard he scratched but would still leave his skin broken and festering and still itching.
Monomyth: By the Books in Five Easy Steps (HSM Fairytale AU):
Step 1: The Call to a Challenge
“Did you hear?”
“I heard several things. Which are you referring to?”
“The King and Queen of East are trying to marry off the Ice Princess.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Apparently none of the neighboring kingdoms hate their princes that much.”
“Good one. How’re they trying to marry her?”
“A competition. Whoever slays a dragon or some such fairy story cliché.”
“Slay a dragon? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose? That unlucky sap is going to be stuck with the Ice Princess. Some prize.”
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Those are only some of the fics I'm working on. Can't you tell I have ADD? I lack so much focus...