Check in: day 2, Saturday

[lullabymoon]

Was today a good day for you?

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Today I...

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wrote
6 (66.7%)

edited
2 (22.2%)

researched
1 (11.1%)

posted
0 (0.0%)

had a rest
0 (0.0%)

did something else
3 (33.3%)

Today was...

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great
2 (22.2%)

okay
4 (44.4%)

average
1 (11.1%)

meh
2 (22.2%)

I don't want to talk about it
0 (0.0%)

Snippet day! Aything you would like to share with us? Rant about? Need a beta or second opinion? Ask/rant/rave away!

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[insignia]

Not much progress, and no snippets for you, but I did poke around in my outline a bit!

[barbayat]

Wrote about 1000 words, somehow could not get into the spirit, difficult scene plus feeling slightly distracted by a new plot bunny/tribble.

It can only get better.

[lilly_c]

A wee snippet from Twice Unjust (Taggart, NC-17, current team + Robbie/Jackie ship). I'm looking for a beta for it now I have a complete first draft of 17,300+ words.

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Knowing what she had to do; Jackie quietly went downstairs, standing in front of the door anxiously waiting a few minutes for the inevitable to happen.

Robbie came hurtling down the stairs like a bat out of hell, barely stopping when he saw that she was blocking the only exit he had. "Move!" he yelled.

Jackie stayed where she was, arms folded across her chest, giving him the glare that was normally reserved for suspects and ex-cons. "Make me."

"Fine," Robbie huffed, stepping into her personal space he grabbed her upper arms hard enough to leave bruises and tried physically moving her out of his way. "Why aren't you moving?" He screamed.

Standing strong, Jackie calmly warned him, "You walk out that door right now and your never coming back in."

"Your joking, you wouldn't do it."

"No I'm not and yes I would. We've got too much to deal with."

Defeated, and refusing to admit it, Robbie stalked into the kitchen to get away from her, punching the top of the dining table as he passed it. "I'm drowning," he choked out.

Following, and standing behind, Jackie put her arms around his waist, drawing him into a compassionate hug that he was desperately trying to resist. Instead of saying the generic 'I know you are' to him she sobbed, "I'm drowning too," in an effort to get him back onside even for just a minute. It seemed to be working as he turned, beginning to accept the platonic gesture of comfort from her, breaking down in the caring embrace.

[crowdog66]

Looking for an Marvel Cinematic Universe Avengers/Iron Man beta, if anyone's interested and available. :)

As for a snippet, let's go with a passage from "Leman Mine" (Avengers AU, Weapons Mage!Tony/Fae!/Jarvis, NC-17). Lord Antony Stark is enjoying a long hot bath after a busy day catting about the town, and his manservant Jarvis has just finished bathing him with a touch which has remained resolutely professional even on the parts of Tony's body that would really appreciate more dedicated attention. ;)

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His feet, though… [Jarvis] drew those out of the water one by one and paid extra attention to them, knowing how the heels Tony wore to add inches to his height put undue pressure on the bones and ligaments, and Tony hissed gratefully as those skillful fingers worked out the day's tensions. "Ah, yes…"

"Good, Sir?"

"Exemplary. As always." He sank deeper into the water and flexed the toes of the foot currently on the folded towel in Jarvis's lap, grunting again when the Fae-born's thumbs ran up and down his instep, wondering if this was a taste what the Parta's blessed Afterlife felt like. Quite probably, he decided.

"I'm so pleased," Jarvis responded silkily, and did something to the ball of Tony's foot that turned probably into definitely.

"I'll bet you are…" He had no idea where a noble-born scion of a Fae leader had learned such techniques of pleasuring, but whoever was responsible deserved a medal — no, two medals, and a lifelong pension from the Stark treasury. "Oh yes, right there —"

"Is that what she said?"

"Hm? Oh, oh yes — Who?"

"Your paramour of the hour?" There was no recrimination in the question, only a hint of fond teasing wrapped in a dry inflection.

This time Tony smirked. "As a matter of fact, yes. Numerous times."

"Eloquently, one hopes. I know how much you enjoy a good conversation."

That made Tony laugh outright. "She was a barmaid, if you must know — fresh and pretty as the morning, and not especially bright, but a good deal coyer than is generally the wont for women of her class in this city. She wasn't quite ready to lift her skirts for Antony Stark, Lord of Newarl, but the moment she realized that she was also in the presence of Iron Man, Protector of all Iosia —"

"— she succumbed to the overwhelming power of your heroic glory?"

He winced, half a protest and half a grimace of pleasure. "Now you're just being — ow, that's wonderful — catty!"

Jarvis gave his left foot one final overall rub, lowered it back into the hot water (and wasn't that a taste of Heaven itself?), then rose and came around the other side of the tub to sit down again and pick up Tony's right foot, settling it in his lap. "Not at all. I'm simply pointing out a fact of life: that women are singularly attracted to strength and bravery."

Tony studied him affectionately for a moment, loving the sleek perfectly groomed contours of him, but — "Loosen your hair, sweetling."

Jarvis obeyed at once, allowing a wave of white gold to fall across his forehead and his left cheekbone before turning his attention back to Tony's foot. He'd grown out his hair at his Lord's request: in the seven years Tony had known the Fae-born previously it had always been cropped short, and now it flowed down almost to the point where his shoulders angled up to meet his slender neck. His hands were currently ungloved and his white linen shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, but his collar was still primly fastened and covered his throat to the jawline. There where times when Tony found the way he normally kept as much of himself buttoned up as possible insanely sexy: this was definitely one of them.

[snowynight]

I finished and posted To the beat of the underground heart (Unknown Armies, OFC/OFC, NC17), in which a werewolf and a mad scientist are snowed in a Texan town in the summer.

[zellieh]

I wrote over 5,000 words in various sprints yesterday, which amazed me when I totalled it up. Saturday was a great day.

Snippet from Space, Part One of Space Time Continuum:

Jim smiled around at his bridge crew, and then looked back at the blip of a ship on the viewscreen. "Kirk to Engineering, Mr. Scott, I want to fool a ship full of Orions into thinking we're helpless against them. How long would it take you to set something up?"

"Well, if you want me to transmit my current repair list to them, sir, I can have them convinced we're helpless in under a minute," Scotty said lugubriously. "If you want us to actually be able to fight them—"

"I trust you to come up with a solution, Mr. Scott. We've got at least five minutes before they get up the nerve to fire at us again. Plenty of time."

"'Plenty of time', he says. Hah!"

Jim could almost see Scotty shaking his head, but he let the borderline insubordination go; he could tell that the engineer's inventive mind was ticking over, working out the possibilities.

"I could have something for you in about twenty minutes, maybe?"

"Good. I'll let you get to it, Mr. Scott. Kirk out." He turned back to the science station. "Anything, Mr. Spock?"

"There are no nebulas, ion storms, or spatial anomalies nearby, sir," Spock said, "however I believe Shi Shen Three itself will suit your plan well."

Jim strode over to Spock and leaned over his shoulder to see what he'd found. "Yes, that's exactly what I was after, Mr. Spock." He strode back to his chair. "Set course, Mr. Chekov. Maximum impulse speed. We've got a trap to lay."