Check-In – Day 2

[samuraiter]

I started at Day 27 and ended at Day 2. Calendars are funny things. What have you been doing?

— Thinking. Maybe a little, maybe a lot.
— Writing.
— Planning and / or researching.
— Editing.
— Sending things to the beta.
— Posting!
— Relaxing, taking a break, etc.
— Other stuff-ing. Look at the comment.

Saturday is the day for posting snippets and the like, so I shall see you all again in the comments, as well as when I return to host again at the end of the month. :-)

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[enemytosleep]

Today I'm typing up some D&D notes for the bonus HP our DM grants. I needs them!

[prism0467]

I posted a prompt-fic for the halfamoon day 2 prompt. Now I going to spend some time doing beta for a couple of my son's DBZ fanfics.

A wonderful day. :)

[lady_katana4544]

I'm thinking about what to do for day 2 at halfamoon, but I've done some writing and posting of things along with job hunting things (application shenanigans mostly) today.

writethisfanfic

[voodoosgirl]

Writing today. Hooray! I've been watching an online class the past week that has Neil Gaiman teaching. It's been a wonderful experience. Planning a Valentine's story, hoping for the energy and time to finish it.

This is a snippet from my WIP from a Marvel fanfiction. It is the start of a nightmare and alludes to non-con touch that is not overly graphic.

Shadowed limbs billowed around his body, wisps of memories caressing his skin, a rippled tingling chasing itself under his flesh, electric arousal woven with fear. His breath caught sharp when half-formed hands tightened leather straps, binding his chest, hips jerked by ghosted fingers that threw the gun belt around his waist, the tongue and buckle hard pulled to settle into place. His body jolted by knives shoved firm into the sheaths tucked to the small of his back, calloused hands jerking his limbs, shaking long hair against his face.

The ritual dressing of the Soldier, a methodical task for unknown men demanding his submission, expecting his mind to allow their caress, his body to give to their touch. He stood compliant, allowing the tug and pull, hands that did their duty but slipped discreet fingers hot against his skin, dared to slide full-palmed across his buttocks. Unrecognizable cold stares taunted his eyes to meet theirs, drawing the unspoken line for him to cross and fight their touch as hands smoothed the fit and lay of his clothing, the sit of holsters to his hips, the straps tight around his thigh. Not so discreet fingers lingering between his legs, rough pressed palms cupping his balls, a thumb's hard stroke down his cock, the smirk visible to his eyes without a turn of his head. Expectations of compliance, allow the exploration, the taking of his dignity. An early lesson in fighting the unwanted touch stripped naked and chained where every soldier could see him. The schooling repeated until he learned to hide the twitch to grab their wrist, to slice open a delicate pulse, his true-self crouching smaller in his mind, seeking invisible, scurried away to the compartment Hydra hadn’t reached, consoled in the arms of a nameless boy.

[frogfarm]

Today was other stuffing and tomorrow likely will be as well, at least until evening. We'll see what happens then.

Briefly debated going to the trouble of converting/expanding the Daria screenplay into full prose story, but the sarcastic banter between Jane and Daria, often delivered in near the same monotone voice, flows a lot more readily without anything extraneous to get in the way. This one seems a little more nailed down now and I can see the end in sight, though a more skilled writer would no doubt find even more conflict to mine in this particularly rich vein.

And for anyone who hasn't read my Dragon Maid fic, I'd say this new (for me) and very positive fandom has definitely produced one of my better works.

Tohru sniffled, wiping her eyes. Her hand covered her mouth as she stared into space.

"Ever since that night." Her voice was a tearful whisper, almost angry. "I've only wanted you to love me."

"It took me a while." Kobayashi's fingers were stroking her hair, scratching the spots where horns sprouted from her head. "I had to learn how."

[innitmarvelous_og]

I wrote 1000 words today and 1263 yesterday.

[enemytosleep]

I also edited another chapter for a friend.