check in day 12

[lilly_c]

How's the fic coming along?

Sorry for been MIA yesterday folks.

Poll #10430 day 12

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how's it going?

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great
1 (12.5%)

good
3 (37.5%)

not so good
4 (50.0%)

awful
0 (0.0%)

what did you do?

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write
3 (37.5%)

edit
2 (25.0%)

send to beta
0 (0.0%)

post
1 (12.5%)

research
0 (0.0%)

plan
4 (50.0%)

outline
1 (12.5%)

something else
3 (37.5%)

It's Saturday *YAY* and of course snippet sharing time once again. Feel free to share, talk amongst yourself etc :)

Comments

[crowdog66]

I haven't written anything yet today, and it's been a slow week in terms of written output, but I did write a full story in the Lethe!verse, "Restless", and produce some fan art for that universe as well.

For a snippet, let's try something from that very story... It's a chilly rainy day near Midsummer in the city of Cestiala, and Bob's curled himself up on a window seat in Megabyte's quarters to stare out at the rain while Megabyte works, and to distract the virus with what Megabyte considers a pointless line of speculation: what memories did they lose when they ended up in the world of Lethe against their will?

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The pen paused in its course, and he didn't have to look up to know that a red-in-green gaze was now fixed on his profile. "You're in an uncharacteristically somber mood this afternoon."

"I'm just tired of not knowing… anything." He raised his head and unwound his right arm to trace slow lines in his condensed breath-trace on the glass with the tip of his index finger, crossing each other again and again. "I mean, for all I know I could have family back where I came from. I could have parents, or brothers, or sisters… or a wife."

A light laugh, mocking and beautiful. "Oh, I sincerely doubt that, Bob."

He scowled at the storm: he didn't have to turn around, after all, to know the amused quality of Megabyte's thin smile. "Not that I really care, but… why not?"

The pen resumed its brisk strokes. "Let's just say that you don't strike me as the marrying type."

"Hell," Bob continued, "you could have a ligor, for that matter."

"Or we could have taken the ligos with each other," Megabyte purred with just the right amount of cruel indifference to sting in spite of Bob's perpetual readiness for slings and arrows from that particular tower.

"Yeah," Bob scoffed, "right," and picked up the thread the virus had tried to cut: "Or children. I could be a father, and so could you — or even a mother, in your case."

"I see this is a multiple choice alternate reality," Megabyte observed.

"I'll bet you laid eggs," Bob said spitefully. "Like a scorpion lizard. And abandoned them all under a rock."

"If they were your children, how could you possibly blame me?"

[linaewen]

Last night I finished a shortish piece I was working on, so that's good! However, I'm not quite sure about it as yet. Something's a bit off with it, so I'm putting it aside for a day or two and then I'll take it up again and try to determine what the problem is -- if there is one! It's just shy of 1,000 words, so it probably wouldn't hurt to make it longer, if nothing else!

This weekend is looking good for writing, so I'm going to push forward and try to make a lot of progress. I have one WIP chapter that is thoroughly researched and outlined and just needs me to concentrate on it and WRITE! I have another short piece that involves a new character and a setting I haven't written before, so I'm doing a bit more research and planning for it, but I feel like I'm on the verge of being inspired with actual words for it, so I hope to make progress with that one, too!

[psyco_chick32]

Yesterday was a bad day (I'm now recovering from having teeth removed) but I did manage to write and post a 100 word drabble over at femslash100... building a new BDSM collection, apparently xD

Snippet (well, it's 100 words, so...):
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Trini runs her fingers through Kim’s hair as the girl sleeps, head pillowed on Trini’s thigh. Her lover, her best friend, her toy, her pet.

Jason’s fun (when she convinces him to play) and Billy wants nothing more than to please her. Zack likes sex of any sort and is a willing sub, but only in bed. Tommy is new; Trini’s not sure what to think.

She doesn’t have to think with Kim.

Kim is hers, and they know each other inside and out. Pleasure, pain, emotional, physical…

When it’s just her and her lover, she can lose the mask.

[gramarye1971]

Managed to get a little further into the middle section of one of my WIPs. I already have most of the ending written, so it's just a matter of connecting the existing beginning to the lead-up to the ending.

Which means that I have to get my main character out of the World War I field hospital bed I've dropped him in.

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He began to take stock of his body, one piece at a time, starting from the bottom and working up. It was by no means the first time that he had woken up in a field hospital or a surgeon's tent, and he had learned that in situations like this one, the first few moments of awareness were best devoted to helping himself ease back into his own skin. First were his toes, which he could wiggle -- and were attached to feet that were still in boots, too, which meant that he couldn't have been unconscious for that long. Feet were followed by ankles and leg muscles, all of which he was able to move gently without too much soreness. Nothing was missing, nothing was broken as far as he could tell. His knees and hips seemed mostly all right, even though they were probably one big bruise. Next came the stomach muscles, and that was where the painful breathing really made itself known. The left side of his chest felt worse than the right, with the worst pain of all concentrated in his upper ribs and his left shoulder. He would wait to test that further; his right arm was next on the list.

As he moved his right hand, he let out a soft gasp when his fingers closed around an oddly-shaped bit of something hard and metallic resting in his palm. Glasses, he realised, as his thumb slipped into the gap where one now-shattered lens had been. The other lens was still in place, though it was probably scratched to hell. But it was nice to know that they hadn't been lost for good. He found it strangely comforting to think that someone taken the trouble to put them into his hand, even with the chaos of everything else that must have been going on at the time.

[roane]

I POSTED, FINALLY... Chapter 5 was a bear, but it's up, whee! And here's a snippet from it (warnings for language and stuff):
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Greg paid very close attention to a few of the levers on the sound board. "Well, you know me, I'm not opposed to having a bit of fun on the road—"

"Yes you are, you turned me down three times last tour alone."

Greg ruffled his hair with one hand and leaned back. "Jesus, are you still sulking over that? Sherlock, I'm straight."

One corner of Sherlock's mouth threatened a smirk. "You're too pretty to be straight. You're wasted on women."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, thankfully, not all of them agree with you." Greg paused again, then took a breath. "This thing with John. Are you just having a bit of fun?"

The smirk blossomed. "I'm having rather a lot of fun, actually."

Greg smacked him in the arm. "Twat. You know what I mean. Are you just playing with him?"

"You mean am I planning to heartlessly abandon him for the next unbelievably hot ex-soldier who turns up and wants to be my bodyguard?"

"...was that a yes?"

Sherlock unfolded his arms and leaned back against his hands "Prick. How idiotic do you think I am?" Greg just arched an eyebrow. "Oh, fuck you." Sherlock sighed and tapped his fingers in a rapid staccato against the console behind him. "I haven't met anyone like him before."

"Sherlock Holmes. Are you mooning?" Greg grinned up at him, and Sherlock had to smile back. "I thought you didn't like good guys."

"He is good," Sherlock agreed, "but he's certainly not boring."

[insignia]

I didn't write, but I thought about it! >_>;

[electric_butterfly]

The only thing I've done is consider editing what little I have of "Night Like A Blade"(Dragon Quest 8, Hero/Angelo, Marcello/Hero). I thought of that "Pet peeve" post and figured that I could edit what I have so far. That being said, I'll post a "snippet"(I might have posted this one before, but I don't know where, if I did):

Angelo looked at the bouncy slimes who ran the Bingo tables. Yangus and Jessica played at the one nearest to the prize tables. They looked content, but didn't seem to be making any big wins. The Roulette crawled with people and stacks of coins that would go straight back to the Casino. The Blackjack table looked suspiciously sparse, but talkers obscured part of that particular area. "Can't say I blame you. Come along then." He led the way to the MACHINE THAT NO ONE DARED GO NEAR.

Hyacinth followed, like he usually did, and sniffed at the rum and berry smell that emanated from Angelo. He would never get tired of looking at Angelo. To accurately describe him proved impossible for Hyacinth; they'd need to send a poet, and Hyacinth didn't believe he fit that description. Beautiful? Check, but anybody could say that. Even in a basic red tunic, red pants, black knee-high boots and a belt, Angelo practically glowed like a Goddess statue beaming under sun rays. Had to be the white hair, people around Hyacinth would say, but he didn't fully agree since Angelo frequently kept his hair tied in a ribbon.

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Now, for "Wrong in all the Right Ways"(Tales of the Abyss, Jade/Guy):

Jade licks his lips, recalling the taste of Guy, the feel of his body, his scent and how he squirmed. Poor Guy, Jade thinks, and anyone who could read his mind would know that he is anything but sympathetic. Jade dreams of Guy again, a waking dream, and one that is more than sufficient to pass time on a boat that is full of nothing amusing to do. Luke is no fun with Van, and Guy is unfortunately nowhere to be seen at this time.

/I don't suppose I blame him/. Jade grins, his boots singing on the deck, gloved hands in his pockets. He knows that Guy won't avoid him forever, and can't even if he wants to. Jade gives some credit to the wind since it feels nice on him and smells of the ocean. Not like Grand Chokmah though. Then again, no place is like Grand Chokmah. But Guy...Jade closes his eyes. He smells similar to the ocean mist.

[bay_alexison]

Today I had beta'd a friend's story last minute. I then tried to get started on my help mindanao fic as I only have maybe one or two more scenes left, but I can't think of an ending. >.> Guess I'll mull more over about that tomorrow if Beta B doesn't send me her comments of Chapter Six of my FMA Big Bang fic yet.