I cave to peer pressure!
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the_deep_magicOkay, I don’t know how well this meme is going to work with mine, since I tend toward either very descriptive titles or “Untitled,” but everyone else is playing at it looks like fun. Stolen from, well, everybody.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Choose one (1), and I will post a random line or two.
And I like ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
therumjournals' idea of also giving background info, word count, and chance it will be completed. Pairing should almost always be a no-brainer.
I was nice and only included RPF and Star Trek WIPs going back to July 2009. Otherwise, you’d get fragments of Bones and The Pretender and Sliders and a laughably misguided stab at super-G-rated Remus/Sirius.
[______] for Medea (don’t want to give too much away on this one yet)
Bodyswap (yes, there is a little more written)
Untitled JI fic
Pirate dream
Nina verse (new fic, same doc)
KSU Counseling
Zach and Chris Make a Living
Tip of the Tongue
Firefly crossover
Untitled KSU
Loud
What I Know
ST Untitled
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Date: 2011-09-30 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 11:30 pm (UTC)“I didn’t become a doctor to patch you every time you goad someone into kicking your ass.”
Kirk rolls his eyes. “No, you became a doctor because you like desecrating the dead.”
“It’s called forensic pathology, kid. It’s been a year and a half of stubbed toes, phaser burns, and space herpes. Believe it or not, I like to exercise my brain every now and again, and we seem to have ourselves a genuine puzzle.”
Jim peers at him. “Just a puzzle?”
“Did I stutter?”
“No colorful metaphor this time? A barn burner? A pig in a poke? An ornery jackrabbit?”
“Suck my genteel Southern dick, Jim.”
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:18 pm (UTC)LMAO! I love your McCoy!
I DON'T WANT YOU TO GIVE ON THIS ONE EITHER!
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Date: 2011-09-30 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 11:35 pm (UTC)“And now you kill me, I suppose?”
Chris laughs. “No way. Underneath all that lavish finery I see a fine pair of arms and a strong chest and a… a really smokin’ hot ass.”
“Interesting vernacular this pirate king has.”
“Hush. Anyway, I totally want to rip off your clothes and have my way with you right there across the… gunwale? I don’t know, some nautical thing. But I don’t, because I’m fearsome, but not the rape-y kind of fearsome.”
“Murderous but not rape-y, got it.”
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 05:14 pm (UTC)I LOVE IT.
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 11:39 pm (UTC)But anyway, I started this stupid thing LAST summer, but other things kept getting in the way. We're looking at ~3,400 words right now, and 100% chance this thing will get finished, 'cause that's how I roll in the Nina 'verse. I'll try not to give TOO much away.
“My boys!” a female voice squealed, and Chris and Zach both looked over to see Zoe approaching them with her arms spread. “I’m so happy for you.” She somehow managed to get an arm around each of them, even though Zach was still sitting down. He stood to be able to embrace her properly while Chris got a hug from John.
“Karl sends his love,” John said.
“Oh, Karl already sent his love,” Zach sighed, an arm still around Zoe’s shoulders. “And when I find out who gave him the name of that strippergram agency, heads will roll.”
John’s eyes went wide. “Anton. It was all Anton. The kid’s a menace.”
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:32 pm (UTC)Through Porno?:Dno subject
Date: 2011-09-30 11:42 pm (UTC)“It’s supposed to be on here,” Zach says, frowning at row after row of still frames of giant cocks and spread asses.
“What’s it called?” Chris asks, peering over his shoulder.
“Nick and Gabriel… something or other.”
“Which one am I again?”
“You’re Nick, I’m Gabriel. Why the fuck they stuck me with Gabriel, I’ll never know.”
“I dunno, I think it’s kinda hot.” Chris wraps his arms around Zach’s shoulders and kisses him on the top of his head. They’re still getting comfortable with this whole more-than-friends thing, but Zach doesn’t shrug him off. “Good porn star name, anyway. Better than Nick. Nick is so… blah. ‘Hi, my name is Nick and I’ll be your waiter this evening.’”
“You were actually hoping for Dirk Steelrod, weren’t you?”
“I’d’ve been fine with Brock Manmeat.”
“Of course you— oh, shit, here it is.”
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 05:23 pm (UTC)Now I need to pause and go reread Zach and Chris Make a Porno. I love that fic so hard. I so hope you get inspired to continue this. <3
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Date: 2011-10-01 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 04:11 am (UTC)Oh, by the by, the entire purpose of this fic is to get Zoe and Spock in the same room together, both before and after the events in Serenity. They just seem like kindred spirits to me. But I'm going to quote a different part entirely:
“I hit him once. Punched him right in that pretty little face.” Giotto sighs happily.
“Nuh-uh,” grunts the big ogre in front of him, allowing liberal glimpses of the half-masticated protein bar in his mouth as he chews.
“This was before he was captain. Before Starfleet even. Though I did once get to haul his unconscious body to an escape pod and strand him on an ice planet.”
If Giotto’s not mistaken, the big guy is actually… tearing up? “I have dreams about that, sometimes. Only it’s usually a desert planet, and Mal is beggin’ me to leave him with some water. But I punch him in the face instead.”
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:57 am (UTC)jayne and giotto bonding?? how do you even...
*swoons*
and yes- spock and zoe are cut from the same cloth. and kaylee and scotty would have *so* much fun. and bones... would get simon tam blisteringly drunk, mocking him for the useless emo pansy that he is the whole time.
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Date: 2011-10-02 01:45 am (UTC)And I hadn't started writing the Simon/Bones one yet. I may have to consider your scenario...
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 12:41 am (UTC)Also?
LMAO! It's a catchy tune right? XD
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Date: 2011-10-01 04:17 am (UTC)Anyhow, What I Know was going to be a sequel to What You See, but it just simply wasn't... interesting. I ended up cannibalizing some of the ideas for my upcoming Big Bang, but this one's pretty much on the scrap heap, unless I have a huge bout of inspiration, and even then I think I'd have to throw out what I've already written, which is barely 900 words.
“Don’t worry, we’ll start small.” Zach waited until he was stopped at a red light so he could turn and look Chris in the eyes. “Chris, that shirt looks really good on you.”
With a sigh, Chris rolled his eyes, but Zach waited patiently. “Thank you,” Chris said eventually.
“You’re very welcome,” Zach said, pressing a kiss to Chris’ knuckles and ignoring the honk from the car behind them – the light had turned green again.
Chris gestured at the light, but didn’t drop Zach’s hand. “Now can we go before that guy pulls out his shotgun?”
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 04:20 am (UTC)He figures he’d better change the subject. Or, well, change it back. “Has Corey always talked like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like…” Chris struggles to encapsulate Corey in a few words. “Like Aristotle on heavy narcotics.”
And this one WILL get finished, 100%, I promise -- I just can't give a time frame at the moment. D:
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 06:39 am (UTC)please. and thanks. *U*
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Date: 2011-10-04 03:47 am (UTC)I'm about 1,400 words into it, and reading it over again... it's not bad. Nothing terribly original, but could be fun if I can get myself to finish it -- I give it a 40% chance. I'd have to change the bit about the painkiller, though, since Beedle used that in her unbelievably hot and romantic Pinto telepathy porn.
The right day was a Wednesday, a day when several whole shifts had passed without any shots fired, any consoles emitting clouds of smoke, or any spurned ensigns accidentally spilling scalding hot coffee on the laps of senior officers. Who could ask for more?
To boot, it turned out Spock had identified an entirely new species of silicon-based salamander. It looked – Jim had to be honest here – ugly as all fuck, but rumor had it that Spock might get the damned thing named after him. The Vulcan patiently explained to his captain that, no, calling it Spockius maximus was not how scientific binomial nomenclature worked, but Spock couldn’t hid the small gleam of pride in his dark eyes.
So Spock was on a nerd high when he came off alpha shift and about as relaxed as any half-Vulcan could get. Kirk was ready for him in the captain’s quarters. He had everything all set up, but he was still running scenarios through his head, trying to decide how to play things out. Too lightly and Spock might think Jim was mocking him. Too seriously and he might end up nerve pinched and back on Delta Vega. Definite buzzkill, that last one.
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Date: 2011-10-06 04:25 am (UTC)tied down and completely unable to move
...+ spock.
i am dying a slow, wriggly death.
it can be alien antacids. extraterrestrial prevacid. UM.
whatnomyideasareawfulwhatisthis.
40% isn't great odds, but it's better than nothing, i guess. haha