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WIP meme
Oh man. You know what's sad? How many of these are the same ones from the LAST time I did this meme.
(This is meant to motivate me, but it always ends up making me feel like I've accomplished something and I deserve to take the rest of the day off. UM. Oh well. You are all to be heartless in your whining, poking, yelling and emotional blackmail.)
(1) miss the train before -- That Merlin AU -- in need of a plot and, basically, a spare week during which I can just enmesh myself in the world and the characters and get it all out
(2) three bags full -- current eyai story -- actually going quite well apart from the fact that my attention span is shot to hell and every time I work on it I feel guilty for not writing Merlin instead
(3) the sky doesn't want you any more -- dark Merlin/Morgana genderfuck with lots of stuff about the traditional pagan symbolism/dualism of gender -- on hold until I can recapture the off-kilter frame of mind in which I started writing it
(4) the diseases of autumn -- Merlin medical school AU -- will be written...eventually
(5) Alohamora -- Merlin/Harry Potter crossover-AU-reincarnation-THING -- does not actually exist per se except as extensive notes on paper, but I love the idea so much it lives high up on the list
(6) dreamwork -- Linnets & Valerians -- I REALLY WANT TO FINISH THIS, I just keep forgetting that it exists
(7) listening to the lares -- that Iron Man fic which is kind of Jarvis/Tony/Pepper only not really -- I started it EONS AGO and still love it to bits...ugh, my attention span is so terrible
(8) Incline -- Epic Good Omens Prequel -- you have no idea how long I have been writing this, I get guilty pangs just thinking about it
(9) Love & Rhetoric -- the Itsuki-POV Haruhi/Kyon thing in which I abuse Tom Stoppard -- ...yeah, again, no excuses beyond 'my attention went elsewhere'
(10) 60% -- my epic Booth/Brennan romance -- NEEDS PLOT, is currently dialogue and outmaking
(11) the cartography of falling -- Milliways ethereals, the nature of eternity -- I owe Ji this one, but I have to be in a very particular mood to write it
(12) boy with a coin -- Bones/Supernatural crossover -- I honestly don't know if this one will ever be written because I stopped watching SPN a long long time ago, but I really like what there is of it so far
(13) Lacunar -- WILDLY overambitious Supernatural fic -- same as above, this is set way back in S3 and I don't know if I'll ever finish it
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*WEEPS*
*A LOT*
(This is meant to motivate me, but it always ends up making me feel like I've accomplished something and I deserve to take the rest of the day off. UM. Oh well. You are all to be heartless in your whining, poking, yelling and emotional blackmail.)
(1) miss the train before -- That Merlin AU -- in need of a plot and, basically, a spare week during which I can just enmesh myself in the world and the characters and get it all out
"Did you know," chirrupped Gwen, who was nose-deep in her sodden pamphlet, "that this is the oldest building in Edinburgh Castle? Isn't that fascinating?"
Merlin tried to reply in the affirmative but was too busy fighting his way out of his man-eating poncho for the fifth time in as many minutes. He could barely hear her educational chatter over the sound of blue plastic flapping in the wind, and the bloody thing seemed to have grown three extra holes for limbs, none of which were in the right position for him to free his hands and wrestle the thing back into position.
(2) three bags full -- current eyai story -- actually going quite well apart from the fact that my attention span is shot to hell and every time I work on it I feel guilty for not writing Merlin instead
The future has nothing to do with this group of bored clever people fixing other people's mistakes. The future, Tee knows, is written somewhere between the lines of code like his, the code nobody orders but everybody wants.
The future is this explosion of laughter behind Tee's forehead, unseen.
(3) the sky doesn't want you any more -- dark Merlin/Morgana genderfuck with lots of stuff about the traditional pagan symbolism/dualism of gender -- on hold until I can recapture the off-kilter frame of mind in which I started writing it
As Merlin is pricking a hole in the scrap of paper the pin slips into his finger for a moment, but he doesn't think anything of it. He's clumsy, he does this sort of thing all the time; and only the merest smudge of blood escapes onto the paper. Neither he nor Gaius will ever be able to determine if this brief event is important; it will seem unlikely considering that the blood was nowhere near the hole and Morgana herself never bled at all. But you can never be sure, with magic.
(4) the diseases of autumn -- Merlin medical school AU -- will be written...eventually
Merlin glared at him. "Did you ever consider the notion that your grand theory of specialties might be, I don’t know, complete rubbish?"
Arthur laughed, tipping his head forward so that his hair went a savage shade of gold in the light from the desk lamp, and Merlin felt dizzy and wanted to punch him and then heal the bruise. Even more so when Arthur grinned like a lunatic and said, "You can tell me you want to go into obs and gynae, you know, I won't laugh. Much."
For a moment Merlin was tempted to grab hold of this escape hatch, but he was not going to spend the next three years listening to Arthur call him a girl.
(5) Alohamora -- Merlin/Harry Potter crossover-AU-reincarnation-THING -- does not actually exist per se except as extensive notes on paper, but I love the idea so much it lives high up on the list
"No, seriously now," the guy said, "what's your name?"
"Merlin," Merlin repeated.
"Fine, fine, travelling in-cog-ni-to. I get it." He raised his hands. "Maybe pick another name for yourself, though, mate, you might offend some people."
"What? Why?" Merlin's eyes had stopped sliding in and out of focus, but his headache was intensifying.
"Nobody calls their kid Merlin -- it's disrespectful, innit? Just like only the most arrogant kind of tosser would call their kid Dumbledore."
(6) dreamwork -- Linnets & Valerians -- I REALLY WANT TO FINISH THIS, I just keep forgetting that it exists
"Bow." He demonstrates, and although Rowan looks mystified when he straightens up from following suit, there is nothing like ridicule in his face.
The guards dance closer, bobbing in the air, their swords glinting in the disappearing light.
"Madam queens and noble bees," Timothy begins, and feels Rowan's fingers slide through his own.
(7) listening to the lares -- that Iron Man fic which is kind of Jarvis/Tony/Pepper only not really -- I started it EONS AGO and still love it to bits...ugh, my attention span is so terrible
"You're brilliant men, really brilliant -- yeah, okay, don't let it go to your head, you arrogant fucker -- but you always have to be surrounded by confirmation of your own skill." He tilted his glass and stared at it bemusedly. "I tell ya, Tony, only one person ever got away with talking to my dad the way Jarvis talks to you."
"Yeah?" Tony perked up, hoping for a helpful moral, or at least a funny story.
"Yeah," Rhodes said. "My mom."
Tony stared at him in horror and then ordered another three shots.
(8) Incline -- Epic Good Omens Prequel -- you have no idea how long I have been writing this, I get guilty pangs just thinking about it
"Come on. Were they really going to stay here in the Garden forever? All of their descendents, all of humanity?" Crawly angled his head and looked the angel straight in the eye. "I haven't seen much of it, but I hear Creation is quite large."
Aziraphale started to answer, but found his mind filled once more with the image of the wedding, of Eve's crown as it turned from bright diamonds to blackened metal. "All things have purpose," he said softly.
"Huh," said Crawly, feeling a little insulted.
(9) Love & Rhetoric -- the Itsuki-POV Haruhi/Kyon thing in which I abuse Tom Stoppard -- ...yeah, again, no excuses beyond 'my attention went elsewhere'
"Itsuki," she says, sounding impatient. "I can't believe you dozed off when there's pressing SOS Brigade business to attend to! What kind of vice-captain are you? Wake up."
You open your eyes to the light of her attention; you breathe in.
(10) 60% -- my epic Booth/Brennan romance -- NEEDS PLOT, is currently dialogue and outmaking
"Christ, Brennan!" he yells, and it pulls her up short.
"You never call me Brennan."
"Well, apparently there's a first time for everything," he growls.
"And I thought Catholics weren't supposed to blaspheme," she says, past caring about low blows. Something slips in his face and he pulls back with a jerk, the line of his arm taut, his expression still furious.
(11) the cartography of falling -- Milliways ethereals, the nature of eternity -- I owe Ji this one, but I have to be in a very particular mood to write it
"Avoiding triggers," Raguel says. "How typical of you, Lucifer."
Lucifer's eyes move fast, too fast; practiced fast and inevitable fast. This is the war in him, always two inches below the surface -- and oh, yes, Raguel knows the switches wired into his system. "You don't call me that."
"Was that an observation or a command?" Raguel leans forward. "You have too many names. I forget which ones are in fashion."
(12) boy with a coin -- Bones/Supernatural crossover -- I honestly don't know if this one will ever be written because I stopped watching SPN a long long time ago, but I really like what there is of it so far
"Voodoo?" To Dean's surprise, that set off a ripple of exlamations and nudges. "What?"
"Well, I --"
"She had an amnesia curse put on her by a voodoo sorceror in New Orleans," Hodgins cut in, suddenly enthused. The others nodded in agreement, and Dean noticed Booth take a very casual step closer to Brennan, who was rubbing the palm of her hand and looking irritated.
"For the last time, there is no evidence to support that hypothesis."
"Whatever, sweetie." Hot Angela smiled at them over Brennan's head. "Voodoo. Definitely."
(13) Lacunar -- WILDLY overambitious Supernatural fic -- same as above, this is set way back in S3 and I don't know if I'll ever finish it
"Do you even know how to play chess?"
"Like I said, a little." I frown, and then everything clicks. "You mean…you want to castle with me? But the only pieces that can castle are…"
"Ye-es?" she says, encouragingly.
"Oh." Now I feel foolish. "Rooks."
"And kings," she affirms. "Granted, as a raven and a crown prince we're stretching the definition, but I think we'll be able to slip this one past them anyway."
I don't ask who we we'll be slipping it past, because I'm too busy asking, "Crown prince?" And then, because there is something infuriatingly indistinct in the rags of my memory that stops me from accusing her of lying or insisting that she's mistaken me for someone else: "Of where?"
A long pause. When Mnemosyne speaks again her tone is delicate. "If you don't know that, Sam Winchester, then perhaps it's best I don't tell you. I can't imagine the information would do you any good at this point."
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*WEEPS*
*A LOT*
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Still! I want all the Merlin ones a lot! :D Esp. the med school one and the Harry Potter one. If you want to soundboard anything with me, I'm ready and willing. Er. I'll write boyband!X if you write the fic you should be writing?