its meme time again
totally nicked this from brandi1498 because it just sounds too damned cool. feel free to respond or not. do or not. up to you.
so here's how it goes: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Feel free to ask about anything and I’ll tell you the premise or copy & paste you a snippet.
1. aedan-bd
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so here's how it goes: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Feel free to ask about anything and I’ll tell you the premise or copy & paste you a snippet.
1. aedan-bd
2. ( Read more... )
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And if you feel like sharing a bit of #5 too... I'm all for it! :D
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we talked about this one some time ago. though i don't recall much of the conversation, i know we talked about Johnny and possibly leather. one of these days, i'll figure it out again. until then, here you go. a teaser.
"I really hate surprises," Daz growled at me as I led her into the room, blindfold securely in place over her eyes. I'd been dragging her around all day, sort of a girl's day out thing that we'd talked about doing but hadn't quite engaged in. Until that morning, when the idea had slapped me across the ass in the form of a certain Muse who just couldn't let me sleep. No, he'd had to pounce on me. With his idea, I mean. It wasn't like I'd have complained as much if he'd pounced on me. But no. He'd been more interested in talking than touching.
as for #5... what part to share? cos... its fucking epic. and you know its fucking epic.
but here. i think this is a decent enough teaser.
"Alasdare Scott, by order of Queen Elizabeth, ruler of England, you are to turn yourself and your ( ... )
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And yes, I know it's epic. lol Thanks for not picking bits that'll make me cry. ;)
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Um...Can I have a tiny taste of #14 and #17?
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anyhow... #14 is something i've been working on off and on for a while now. one of these days, i'll get it finished and posted, too.
She's only just gotten home from a day at the office where she works as a lawyer. After she leaves work, she goes to the gym and works out in order to keep herself in shape. She always tells her best friend that her boyfriend likes her firm ass and the strength with which her thighs can grip his waist. She's also made a trip through a fast food restaurant drive thru lane because she has a craving for their fries. She does the same thing on the fourth Friday of every month, a treat for being so good the previous four weeks. She always orders the same thing ( ... )
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#3 & #21 have aroused my curiosity the most.
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#3. oh gods. that one kills me. this one is set pre-SV, when Mystery is in high school. Daz and i were chatting and somehow got onto the conversation about cheerleaders being evil and wanting to take over the world. and, suddenly, there's Mystery in my head, saying she was a cheerleader in high school and she had plans to take over the world even then.
yeah. i knew i had to write it.
There's an old saying about high school being the best time of a person's life. Whoever came up with that saying has never been a teen girl with the ability to blow things up going to school in a building full of kids who can't even find their way to class without a map.that is quite literally all that i've managed of it so far. i just kind of have to find my younger Mystery inspiration and go for it, i guess ( ... )
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I'm just difficult like that, sweetie. ;) Nevertheless, I'm happy with my snippets! Mystery as a cheerleader? Yeah. I can see it. lol And how perfect is it that I picked a poem?
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and yes. Mystery as a cheerleader. total crack. i think its totally perfect that you picked a poem. like i said. one of these days...
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P.S. Mine are up.
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#9 is post SV, to deal with Mystery finding out just what was done to her. in it, she's supposed to find and confront Dayton Fields (who, by the way, is one of Samu's Sues. on the sueniverse) and find out exactly what kind of experimenting he did on her. most of it you've seen because i took it from the MP3 fic i wrote about it. (its in the last bunch i wrote) but i've been tweaking as i've been going along.
Ever since the conversation with Hank Pym about her odd mutant abilities, she'd made it her goal in life to find out just what the fuck he'd been on about. For several weeks, she'd chased down leads and followed trails to their conclusions. Not that she'd found much in the beginning. She'd had nothing to go on and nowhere to go to follow up on that nothing. She'd hit one dead end after another for a long time ( ... )
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but yeah... there you go.
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"daz" was something i was working on for Daz. i think it was supposed to be a giftie. or something. its been so long since i started it that i don't remember exactly. i'll get it done one of these days. probably. maybe. we'll see.
After my rude awakening that morning, I'd gotten up and going in much the same manner I'd always gotten up and gotten going when leaving for work. Wake up, climb from bed, put the eyes in, get dressed and go. Its truly digusting how much I'm not a girly-girl. But that idea, once implanted in my brain, had been impossible to rid myself of. Ignoring it was even harder. So I'd pulled on clothes, grabbed some breakfast, then called Daz and told her that she and I were hitting the town. Naturally, she'd protested. But it was only a token effort. Tell me what mother of a toddler doesn't want to get out of the house and have some quiet time with someone who would speak to her in adult sentences. I'd even made it ( ... )
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"I stole some papers from a lab. I don't get much of what's said on here. Just a couple of names. My mother's, the bitch. And some researcher or scientist or whatever named Fields. Everything else might as well be Latin to me." Mystery gestured to the papers spread before her with one hand. Chances were good a lot of it was Latin. Whatever it was, it had given her a headache. She'd have killed for a belt of rum. Unfortunately, Remy'd hid all of the alcohol after she'd threatened to get herself and their unborn child shitfaced after a particularly bad day ( ... )
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The bed beside him was empty, the linens cool to the touch. Waking was far easier than it should have been. But this was becoming a common occurrence. Almost nightly. Sighing, Anthony sat up in the bed and shoved the coverlet off his legs. Standing, he found the candle on the bedside table and carried it with him to the large hearth opposite the bed. One of the coals helped put flame to the wick, casting a pool of mellow golden light around him. Moving back to the bed, he collected his dressing gown and wrapped it around himself. Then he padded on silent feet to the door, left cracked, and slipped from the room ( ... )
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