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I will post the names of all the files in my WIP folder(s), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one (or a couple!), and I will post a random line or two.
Ai no Abyss
Alleyways VosslerBalthier
Birthday Girl - Anise Jade Peony
British Government is downsized
closed Score
Crowley and Aziraphale
David wingfic
Detective AU
Dom aftercare in space
DYIN end of Mycroft's rope
ear pettings
Eldar blowing up, escaping to space
Fenrir the jack russel
Franpire and Vossula
Magical girl Vesperia
Malboros
Mycroft notes
nom nom tasty David
Peony and David nightmares
Peony coliseum
pregnant horse
Shoulder Freckles
Were-poisoning
I have more of these than I thought! And some I really need to get back to. ^.^
lady_ganeshI will post the names of all the files in my WIP folder(s), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one (or a couple!), and I will post a random line or two.
Ai no Abyss
Alleyways VosslerBalthier
Birthday Girl - Anise Jade Peony
British Government is downsized
closed Score
Crowley and Aziraphale
David wingfic
Detective AU
Dom aftercare in space
DYIN end of Mycroft's rope
ear pettings
Eldar blowing up, escaping to space
Fenrir the jack russel
Franpire and Vossula
Magical girl Vesperia
Malboros
Mycroft notes
nom nom tasty David
Peony and David nightmares
Peony coliseum
pregnant horse
Shoulder Freckles
Were-poisoning
I have more of these than I thought! And some I really need to get back to. ^.^
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Date: 2011-10-07 03:36 am (UTC)there are a lot of entertaining titles there.
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:18 am (UTC)I think I'm gonna just edit that 'only 1' thing, I don't have a large enough flist to get through these otherwise!
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:20 am (UTC)Peony coliseum?
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:36 am (UTC)Colonel Curtiss has been working with General Cecille for months, ensuring security is a mix of Kimlascan and Malkuth forces, forcing that mixture to work together. Emperor Peony's entry into Baticul was without ceremony, but there will be public assemblies, balls, formal dinners.
Jade should have expected to return and find the temporary Imperial quarters empty.
Guy was in the anteroom of the Coliseum, pacing below the lists. The announcer called out the third challenge, the iron grating lifted, the challenger bounced on his toes. Jade growled.
"Rappig curry, Franz."
Peony would win, of course. But that wasn't the point.
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Date: 2011-10-07 05:11 am (UTC)We will be having our next amnesty week at the end of this month (they come around whenever a month has five Sundays), so I hope you'll post to the comm then! ^^
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 05:01 am (UTC)As a secondary, "Malboros" makes me go "...Oh dear."
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Date: 2011-10-07 05:17 am (UTC)"It isn't my favourite kind of play, but I'm generally comfortable with it. I know exactly how much force to use, to cause cathartic pain without damage. But every muscle in me wanted to exceed it."
"You didn't."
"I should have. He killed my crew." Crowe dug his hands into his hair, but his gloves gripped and slid unevenly, and the strands fell out around his face again.
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:26 pm (UTC)And a scenario such as this sounds... intriguing.
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Date: 2011-10-07 06:00 pm (UTC)This draft is set in a hypothetical postgame vaguely polyamoury verse - I have a sense that someone else's fic may have inspired part of the setup, but I'd need to go back and figure out who it was.
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Date: 2011-10-07 05:21 am (UTC)They stumble out into the daylight and Balthier shields his eyes against the sun, coughing and staggering. He cannot clear the taste from his mouth. Basch is limping. Fran moves to cast cure, Balthier interrupts her - "Cleanse, Fran, cast cleanse!"
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-07 05:22 am (UTC)"Black Wolf Strike!"
Flynn tried to push himself up, to get a better look at his rescuer- Dark Vesperia, it had to be! But small pink-gloved hands held him down.
"Moon Healing!"
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Date: 2011-10-07 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 04:12 pm (UTC)[David] gritted his teeth and held his arm steady, trapped in his General’s mouth. He reminded himself to breathe.
After two breaths, Torgal’s eyes faded from feral to confused.
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Date: 2011-10-07 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 04:10 pm (UTC)From a kink meme challenge asking for 'John removing a government microchip from Mycroft's shoulder freckles'.
Sherlock huffed, and flopped back down in his chair. "Well done, John, you've discovered a new species, the British spotted whale. On second thought don't take the chip out, if we release it back into the wild the BBC can do a study."
John held the skin apart with the fingers of his right hand, and with his left swapped the scalpel for cotton wool, and then tweezers. "Sorry, no. We're not turning your brother into a doco."
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Date: 2011-10-07 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 08:59 pm (UTC)idk, I found myself writing a weird kind of Mycroftian genfic that wasn't really the norm for Sherlock fandom.
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Date: 2011-10-07 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-08 01:15 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2011-10-08 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-08 01:19 am (UTC)(So many appealing titles! SO MANY.)
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Date: 2011-10-08 01:52 am (UTC)"There was a government funding dispute on certain stem cell research proposals." Anthea proffered the explanation with a smile, eyes already focused somewhere beyond the room. The boy standing beside her moved nothing but his head, watching the exchange.
Sherlock waved a dismissive hand and turned away. "That's ridiculous. Stem cells don't make you younger any more than injecting monkey glands would."
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Date: 2011-10-08 02:00 am (UTC)Vossler's weight forced his forehead into his braced arms, all he could do to keep the pressure away from the middle of his face.
Vossler’s penis thrust against his hip, then slid, finding the join of arse and thigh. Balthier watched the wall, counting the [blood] drops from his nose as they spattered down, trying to predict the pattern. Vossler’s movements always disrupted it.
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Date: 2011-10-30 10:33 pm (UTC)Pregnant horse!
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Date: 2011-10-30 11:00 pm (UTC)