MEME PART TRES (Ugh, I Gotta Stop Churning Out New Plots)
WiP meme (Part Tres)
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
#1: For What Reasons - A Luke/Thalia fic
Thalia was twelve years old when she first encountered Artemis and the Hunters. Even back then, Artemis was already interested in recruiting the young half-blood, but Thalia still wasn't sure what she wanted. Sensing her hesitance, the goddess had given her half-sister until the day after to think about her decision. That night, Luke had kissed her for all it was worth. It was their first kiss.
The next day, Thalia declined the offer to join the Hunters. She figured that she was too young to pledge herself then, and she felt like she still had a world of opportunity to discover. Besides, she wanted to see where this thing with Luke went. Love was a foreign emotion to a twelve-year-old, so the daughter of Zeus couldn't be sure if this feeling she got around Luke was love or not. But she knew that she wasn't about to let this emotion go just yet.
Thankfully, Artemis understood and let her be. Zoe, on the other hand, was a different story. The Hunter got mad at her, said that boys weren't to be trusted, that someday, she'd be sorry when the son of Hermes broke her heart. But Thalia didn't listen. Instead, she turned around and left, her hand tightly clasped with Luke's. She didn't need the Hunters. She had Luke, and sweet little Annabeth. They were a family. They were happy. And now, they were on the way to Camp Half-Blood with Grover the satyr.
A few weeks later, in a desperate attempt to bring Luke and Annabeth to safety, Thalia made her final stand on Half-Blood Hill.
#2: Percy Jackson - A Percy/Annabeth fic
Leo wasn't kidding when he said Camp Half-Blood was full of pretty girls. It wasn't just the daughters of Aphrodite, either. Apollo girls, Demeter girls, heck, even the girls from the Athena and Ares cabins had their charms. If someone asked him to make a list of his top ten picks, he honestly wouldn't know where to start. Still, he was sure of one name that would have appeared on the list.
Annabeth Chase.
Okay. Granted, she scared the pants off of him when they first met. But he had to be blind not to see how beautiful she was. Golden blond hair tumbling down in ringlets from her ponytail, gray eyes that could penetrate your soul, not to mention a killer body. It was impossible not to be disappointed when he found out she had a boyfriend.
Still, the son of Hephaestus - as he later learned - found himself watching her when he could. It didn't take long (only a day, actually) to discover that she was more than a pretty face. She was also damn brilliant (which was a given; she was a daughter of Athena, after all), and her battle skills were wicked sharp, just like her knife. He even asked the other campers just so that he could know more about her. Soon enough, he found out that she was deathly afraid of spiders, and that she was very possessive (territorial, even) of her friends. With each new fact he learned, his little crush on Annabeth slowly grew.
The more he asked around, though, the more he noticed something else. Whenever Annabeth's name was mentioned, another name would always pop up as well. Percy Jackson - the missing hero and, coincidentally, Annabeth's boyfriend.
“You wanna know about Annabeth? She doesn't take shit from anybody. Well, except maybe for Percy, but even that's iffy.”
“Annabeth's been attending camp since she was seven, longer than any other camper here. Percy loves teasing her and calling her 'old timer' or 'senior citizen'.”
Annabeth Chase. Percy Jackson. Annabeth and Percy. It was as if you couldn't get one without the other here. That made Leo's brows furrow.
#3: Staying Connected - A Fang/Max fic
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I Can Raise the Flock So Well 'Cause I'm Awesome That Way.
Max here.
Three months, one week, and five days since Fang left (Not that I'm counting or anything), and things are more or less back to business. Get attacked by Flyboys, kick whitecoat butt, save the world.
Of course, things just weren't like they used to be. Angel and Nudge sometimes take ages to go to sleep at night, since they don't have Fang to tell them a bedtime story. (Fang, when you read this, know that I totally blame you for spoiling them.) Nudge is even harder to shut up now. And as if that wasn't enough, Angel started having hissy fits.
Iggy says he misses his wingman (get it? WINGman? …Nevermind). It reminded me of the time the flock split. Fang had told me all about their short stay at Venice beach, and how the blind member of our flock was practically salivating over the girls. I'm just winging it here (haha, more puns!), but I'm guessing Iggy misses having someone tell him what all the girls around him look like. God forbid he asked me; I'd kick his butt for being a sexist pig.
Gazzy - bless his little soul - was trying to act like his usual, happy, let-me-blow-something-up self, but I could tell he missed Fang as much as Iggy and the others did. More than once, I caught him looking up like he was gonna say something, but then look down again, the words dying in his throat once he realized that a certain someone wasn't there. My heart went out to the kid.
And - oh God - don't get me started on Dylan. It would be an understatement to say that his transition into the flock wasn't going smoothly. Gives me massive headaches, that one. Most days, I just want to smash his head in with a sledgehammer because of the things he says. Ugh. I'm not gonna elaborate any more.
Later,
}M{
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Oh, God. I've Got a Pyromaniac Here, Too.
For those of you who didn't know, having a nine-year-old kid who likes to set things on fire is NOT FUN. Lucas recently discovered that he can make any part of his body ignite. Since then, I've decided to call him Torch. He always complained about his real name, anyway. “Lucas is so bleh. I want a cool name, like Fang!” What can I say? Kids love me.
But dang, the kid runs into more trouble than Iggy and the Gasman do. Just last night, while we were flying over Tokyo, he thought it'd be fun to scare the living daylights out of the people. He even yelled “Flame on!” and everything before swooping down like a firebird (which he sort of is).
Safe to say reporters had a field day with that one. 'Course, our Japanese was limited to words like 'sushi' or 'gyoza', so we couldn't really tell what they were saying.
Max, don't hurt yourself worrying about the flock. Or me. I'm totally fine. Go focus on saving the world.
-Fang
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OH, MY GOD!
You'll never guess what I found in Max's bag the other day. FANG'S OLD NOTEBOOK! I thought he brought this with him! Apparently not. It has drawings and poems and everything! I didn't know Fang had it in him, but these are actually pretty good. Of course, most of them are about Maaaaax~
Gotta go. Dr. M and Ella are calling. Time for dinner! But don't worry; within the week, I'll be posting Fang's works. Every. Last. One.
Love lots!
-NuDgE
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Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: 10, 536, 248, 987
Clue: It's the Most Important Day of My Life.
That's it. I've changed my password for... privacy purposes. (That, and I'm trying to avoid further humiliation via the Nudge Channel) For those of you who want to know what it is, I'll give you a hint: It's a combination of letters and numbers. Other than that, you're pretty much on your own.
Good luck to anyone who's attempting to hack into this blog (Basically, that means you, Nudge. I'd like to see you try.)
-Fang
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You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: Thing's busted again. Nudge, your handiwork wasn't so handy.
What a Coincidence; It's the Most Important Day of My Life, Too.
Seriously, Fang. Pick a password that I wouldn't be able to guess on the first try.
…I miss you.
See you then,
}M{
#4: But A Number - A Percy/Thalia/Nico Family fic
“So, out of the three of us, who's the oldest?”
Percy and Thalia sat up and looked at Nico. They were all lying down by the base of Thalia's tree, doing absolutely nothing until, out of nowhere, the child of Hades had asked the aforementioned question.
“What're you talking about, Nico?” Thalia asked him. Nico shrugged.
“Just thinking out loud. Percy's turning eighteen tomorrow, so he's the first out of all of us to be an adult. But technically, he isn't the oldest.”
“Huh. You have a point there.” Percy said. Thalia nodded, and then grinned wickedly.
“Guess that makes you the baby out of all of us, Fish Face.” She said teasingly. The son of Poseidon narrowed his eyes at her while Nico tilted his head.
"I don't think I've ever really known, but how old are you supposed to be, Thals?" Thalia shrugged.
“If I'd aged properly, I would've been twenty-three.” She looked him and raised an eyebrow. "What about you, kid?"
"Technically, I was born over sixty years ago, so..."
“You're getting old, gramps.” Thalia said, smirking.
“Yeah, but when you think about it, time is kind of screwed up in the Lotus Casino. So I might really be at some go-between age like what happened to you--"
“Oh gods, Nico. Shut up! I'm getting a headache.” Percy groaned and then laughed with his two cousins.
“Man, now that I think about it, we're probably the most screwed up cousins ever.” Nico pondered once they settled back down.
Percy grinned “Eh. Maybe just screwed up in general. I mean, we have a daughter of Zeus who's afraid of heights.” Thalia scowled at him.
“Not to mention a son of Poseidon who's head over heels in love with a daughter of his father's rival.”
"Don't forget me!" Nico chimed in playfully. Thalia rolled her eyes.
"Who could forget the sixty or seventy-something son of Hades who gets threatened to be turned into a flower every other week?" She said sarcastically.
The last one's missing a lotta stuff, so don't mind it's... suckishness.
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
#1: For What Reasons - A Luke/Thalia fic
Thalia was twelve years old when she first encountered Artemis and the Hunters. Even back then, Artemis was already interested in recruiting the young half-blood, but Thalia still wasn't sure what she wanted. Sensing her hesitance, the goddess had given her half-sister until the day after to think about her decision. That night, Luke had kissed her for all it was worth. It was their first kiss.
The next day, Thalia declined the offer to join the Hunters. She figured that she was too young to pledge herself then, and she felt like she still had a world of opportunity to discover. Besides, she wanted to see where this thing with Luke went. Love was a foreign emotion to a twelve-year-old, so the daughter of Zeus couldn't be sure if this feeling she got around Luke was love or not. But she knew that she wasn't about to let this emotion go just yet.
Thankfully, Artemis understood and let her be. Zoe, on the other hand, was a different story. The Hunter got mad at her, said that boys weren't to be trusted, that someday, she'd be sorry when the son of Hermes broke her heart. But Thalia didn't listen. Instead, she turned around and left, her hand tightly clasped with Luke's. She didn't need the Hunters. She had Luke, and sweet little Annabeth. They were a family. They were happy. And now, they were on the way to Camp Half-Blood with Grover the satyr.
A few weeks later, in a desperate attempt to bring Luke and Annabeth to safety, Thalia made her final stand on Half-Blood Hill.
#2: Percy Jackson - A Percy/Annabeth fic
Leo wasn't kidding when he said Camp Half-Blood was full of pretty girls. It wasn't just the daughters of Aphrodite, either. Apollo girls, Demeter girls, heck, even the girls from the Athena and Ares cabins had their charms. If someone asked him to make a list of his top ten picks, he honestly wouldn't know where to start. Still, he was sure of one name that would have appeared on the list.
Annabeth Chase.
Okay. Granted, she scared the pants off of him when they first met. But he had to be blind not to see how beautiful she was. Golden blond hair tumbling down in ringlets from her ponytail, gray eyes that could penetrate your soul, not to mention a killer body. It was impossible not to be disappointed when he found out she had a boyfriend.
Still, the son of Hephaestus - as he later learned - found himself watching her when he could. It didn't take long (only a day, actually) to discover that she was more than a pretty face. She was also damn brilliant (which was a given; she was a daughter of Athena, after all), and her battle skills were wicked sharp, just like her knife. He even asked the other campers just so that he could know more about her. Soon enough, he found out that she was deathly afraid of spiders, and that she was very possessive (territorial, even) of her friends. With each new fact he learned, his little crush on Annabeth slowly grew.
The more he asked around, though, the more he noticed something else. Whenever Annabeth's name was mentioned, another name would always pop up as well. Percy Jackson - the missing hero and, coincidentally, Annabeth's boyfriend.
“You wanna know about Annabeth? She doesn't take shit from anybody. Well, except maybe for Percy, but even that's iffy.”
“Annabeth's been attending camp since she was seven, longer than any other camper here. Percy loves teasing her and calling her 'old timer' or 'senior citizen'.”
Annabeth Chase. Percy Jackson. Annabeth and Percy. It was as if you couldn't get one without the other here. That made Leo's brows furrow.
#3: Staying Connected - A Fang/Max fic
You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: 2, 946, 357, 432
I Can Raise the Flock So Well 'Cause I'm Awesome That Way.
Max here.
Three months, one week, and five days since Fang left (Not that I'm counting or anything), and things are more or less back to business. Get attacked by Flyboys, kick whitecoat butt, save the world.
Of course, things just weren't like they used to be. Angel and Nudge sometimes take ages to go to sleep at night, since they don't have Fang to tell them a bedtime story. (Fang, when you read this, know that I totally blame you for spoiling them.) Nudge is even harder to shut up now. And as if that wasn't enough, Angel started having hissy fits.
Iggy says he misses his wingman (get it? WINGman? …Nevermind). It reminded me of the time the flock split. Fang had told me all about their short stay at Venice beach, and how the blind member of our flock was practically salivating over the girls. I'm just winging it here (haha, more puns!), but I'm guessing Iggy misses having someone tell him what all the girls around him look like. God forbid he asked me; I'd kick his butt for being a sexist pig.
Gazzy - bless his little soul - was trying to act like his usual, happy, let-me-blow-something-up self, but I could tell he missed Fang as much as Iggy and the others did. More than once, I caught him looking up like he was gonna say something, but then look down again, the words dying in his throat once he realized that a certain someone wasn't there. My heart went out to the kid.
And - oh God - don't get me started on Dylan. It would be an understatement to say that his transition into the flock wasn't going smoothly. Gives me massive headaches, that one. Most days, I just want to smash his head in with a sledgehammer because of the things he says. Ugh. I'm not gonna elaborate any more.
Later,
}M{
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You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: 5, 001, 267, 329
Oh, God. I've Got a Pyromaniac Here, Too.
For those of you who didn't know, having a nine-year-old kid who likes to set things on fire is NOT FUN. Lucas recently discovered that he can make any part of his body ignite. Since then, I've decided to call him Torch. He always complained about his real name, anyway. “Lucas is so bleh. I want a cool name, like Fang!” What can I say? Kids love me.
But dang, the kid runs into more trouble than Iggy and the Gasman do. Just last night, while we were flying over Tokyo, he thought it'd be fun to scare the living daylights out of the people. He even yelled “Flame on!” and everything before swooping down like a firebird (which he sort of is).
Safe to say reporters had a field day with that one. 'Course, our Japanese was limited to words like 'sushi' or 'gyoza', so we couldn't really tell what they were saying.
Max, don't hurt yourself worrying about the flock. Or me. I'm totally fine. Go focus on saving the world.
-Fang
- - -
You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: 7, 352, 858, 014
OH, MY GOD!
You'll never guess what I found in Max's bag the other day. FANG'S OLD NOTEBOOK! I thought he brought this with him! Apparently not. It has drawings and poems and everything! I didn't know Fang had it in him, but these are actually pretty good. Of course, most of them are about Maaaaax~
Gotta go. Dr. M and Ella are calling. Time for dinner! But don't worry; within the week, I'll be posting Fang's works. Every. Last. One.
Love lots!
-NuDgE
- - -
You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: 10, 536, 248, 987
Clue: It's the Most Important Day of My Life.
That's it. I've changed my password for... privacy purposes. (That, and I'm trying to avoid further humiliation via the Nudge Channel) For those of you who want to know what it is, I'll give you a hint: It's a combination of letters and numbers. Other than that, you're pretty much on your own.
Good luck to anyone who's attempting to hack into this blog (Basically, that means you, Nudge. I'd like to see you try.)
-Fang
- - -
You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Today's date: Already too late!
You are visitor number: Thing's busted again. Nudge, your handiwork wasn't so handy.
What a Coincidence; It's the Most Important Day of My Life, Too.
Seriously, Fang. Pick a password that I wouldn't be able to guess on the first try.
…I miss you.
See you then,
}M{
#4: But A Number - A Percy/Thalia/Nico Family fic
“So, out of the three of us, who's the oldest?”
Percy and Thalia sat up and looked at Nico. They were all lying down by the base of Thalia's tree, doing absolutely nothing until, out of nowhere, the child of Hades had asked the aforementioned question.
“What're you talking about, Nico?” Thalia asked him. Nico shrugged.
“Just thinking out loud. Percy's turning eighteen tomorrow, so he's the first out of all of us to be an adult. But technically, he isn't the oldest.”
“Huh. You have a point there.” Percy said. Thalia nodded, and then grinned wickedly.
“Guess that makes you the baby out of all of us, Fish Face.” She said teasingly. The son of Poseidon narrowed his eyes at her while Nico tilted his head.
"I don't think I've ever really known, but how old are you supposed to be, Thals?" Thalia shrugged.
“If I'd aged properly, I would've been twenty-three.” She looked him and raised an eyebrow. "What about you, kid?"
"Technically, I was born over sixty years ago, so..."
“You're getting old, gramps.” Thalia said, smirking.
“Yeah, but when you think about it, time is kind of screwed up in the Lotus Casino. So I might really be at some go-between age like what happened to you--"
“Oh gods, Nico. Shut up! I'm getting a headache.” Percy groaned and then laughed with his two cousins.
“Man, now that I think about it, we're probably the most screwed up cousins ever.” Nico pondered once they settled back down.
Percy grinned “Eh. Maybe just screwed up in general. I mean, we have a daughter of Zeus who's afraid of heights.” Thalia scowled at him.
“Not to mention a son of Poseidon who's head over heels in love with a daughter of his father's rival.”
"Don't forget me!" Nico chimed in playfully. Thalia rolled her eyes.
"Who could forget the sixty or seventy-something son of Hades who gets threatened to be turned into a flower every other week?" She said sarcastically.
The last one's missing a lotta stuff, so don't mind it's... suckishness.