I cave to peer pressure!

[the_deep_magic]

Okay, 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 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

Comments

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

You're most welcome! Let's see, this one was last worked on in July of 2009... so sad. The basic premise was that Kirk took an alien painkiller for a headache while on planet and it temporarily gave him telepathy, which is how he figured out that Spock had a fantasy about being tied down and completely unable to move.

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.

[fatty-fat.livejournal.com]

tied down and completely unable to move

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