1: Name your ten favorite titles from stories you've written (or, if you're not a writer, just name your ten favorite titles.
1. Sylar Gets Sexed A Lot (Sylar/Gaeta, Sylar/many others, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica)
2. Aichmophobia (River/Simon/Jayne, Firefly)
3. It's All In The Jeans (Sylar/Peter, Heroes)
4. Some Sort of Complex (Jeb/Wyatt, Tin Man)
5. Foil Wrappers and Warding Wire (Severus/Remus, Harry Potter)
6. Cervelle (Sylar/Peter, Heroes)
7. Eris Laughed (Sylar/Candace, Heroes)
8. Warnings from Patmos (Sylar/Gabriel, Heroes)
9. Let's Dance (Sylar/Peter, Heroes)
10. To Forge and Temper
…Yeah, I mostly use pretty sedate titles. All three of the crack fics I’ve ever written are up there.
2: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
“You’re a fucking collaborator!” Keith roared, turning over the small wrought iron table and punching Anderson right in his pretty prissy face.
--from my forthcoming contribution to the Gospel of Jesus verse.
“What if I wanted to be Joan? For real. Take estrogen, get surgery, lots of paperwork. Become a woman.”
--Obviously, the next chapter in the 4verse, crossdressing arc, tentatively titled "The Viennese Opera Ball."
The allies had given him a lawyer, a decent one, but Keith didn't bother to answer the man's questions; either they'd convict of war crimes for being a soldier, or they wouldn't.
--WWII and post-WWII AU where Keith was a Nazi officer in occupied France
“So, for unleashing a deliberate, domestic, biological terrorist attack that has so far claimed the lives of over a dozen people and threatening more, for justifying themselves with this insane, self-serving misandrist hate speech, and for accomplishing what none of the jackass men in my life ever could, making me ashamed to be a lesbian, the authors of the Medusa Manifesto: tonight’s worst persons in the world.”
-- from my now epic-ish response to the genderfuck thread way back when
Since Howard did not exist, they continued to follow this bitter cycle, until the day Keith tried, yet again, to provoke Anderson, and Anderson reached his sticking point.
--from part of my still-gestating prequel to the 4verse