#WIP fic meme

[lurking-latinist]

would be very interested in hearing more about hornblower/ship and/or hornblower s1e1 fic!

Hornblower/Ship originated from that gifset where he looks longingly out at the Hotspur through the lace curtains (when he is supposed to be with Maria). In the tags I was like “that is not just a man wanting to be elsewhere, that is how you film a shot of a man looking at his true and secret love, that is a man who is having an affair with a boat” and then I said something about Doctor/TARDIS being the top end of the scale of ship romance but Hornblower can get pretty high up there, and then I remembered the episode of Doctor Who where the TARDIS gets put into a human body (“she’s a woman. And she’s the TARDIS” / “did you wish *really* hard?”) and they kiss, and now William Bush is having a real awkward time:

It had been a long, hard few weeks for every man from captain to powder-monkey; an indecisive action followed immediately by a tremendous storm had left the Lydia badly injured, and they might have been in serious danger had they not chanced upon an uncharted island which turned out to be well-watered and well-wooded both. The captain had puzzled over the island—how it could possibly have escaped other navigators—but had worked as hard as any man in refitting the ship. Perhaps harder: the men said they heard noises, swore the place was haunted, and each refused to go anywhere without a mate. Bush, phlegmatic as ever, had heard nothing, had kept the men to their work regardless, and a remarkable proportion of the ship’s fabric was now composed of the island’s wood. “Sir?” Bush called, rapping on the door of the captain’s cabin for a second time. “You asked to see me?” There was a muffled noise from within, which Bush interpreted as a request to enter. He smiled to himself, picturing the captain dropping asleep over his logbook or charts; heaven knew he needed the rest. He entered and immediately retreated again. He saw—but it was impossible—the captain had a woman on his knee. On his knee, on his shoulder, all over him… Bush was capable of infinite discretion, though it was rarely necessary with Captain Hornblower, but where on earth had she come from? The captain obviously noticed Bush’s confusion, and, thoroughly confused himself, attempted to carry off the situation. “Mr Bush, this is Miss—Miss Lydia—” Evidently he didn’t know her surname; obviously the acquaintance was thoroughly irregular. When had she come aboard? How had she come aboard? “Lydia, my dear, this is—” “My First Lieutenant,” she said, throwing herself from Hornblower’s arms towards him. The ship rocked to one side at the same time and she landed firmly in his arms, planting a kiss on him. She tasted of salt. Bush disengaged her and she returned, happily enough it seemed, to the captain’s side. He didn’t have quite the look of thundering jealousy that Bush expected. He just looked at Lydia like a lovestruck schoolboy. Honestly, Bush was no longer sure what he expected; the young woman had left him completely uncertain.

The island was going to turn out to be ~magic and the wood from there was going to have made her sentient/human. Like the Argo in mythology. I went with Lydia because she has a lady's name, but I don't have a good enough grip on the characters in that era to write any more (or perhaps even to write this much, but there it is).

S1E1 fic was meant to be some kind of character study, framed as Pellew getting a report from Lt Eccleston about his new crew. Eccleston thought the whole enterprise was rather silly though:

"So that accounts for the petty officers you have brought me," said Captain Pellew, briefly consulting a paper; "now what of the midshipmen?" "There are four of them," Eccleston began, and nearly closed his statement there. He had never at any time considered an individual midshipman since the happy, now quite distant day when he had received his own commission; on the Justinian they were nuisances en masse, inevitable nuisances, so that one might as well discuss the individual qualities of the ship's rats. Yet something in the gleam of the new Captain's eye told him that this attitude, which had made so much sense on Justinian, would not fit in on Indefatigable. "Mostly stupid, I'm afraid, sir," he added.

[angels-of-horror]

“I’m writing,” I say as I pace around my room listening to the same song for the 19th time, daydreaming about the general *vibe* of my story.

[i-will-write]

[tearystarz]

Drew lil scene from @missylink 's dbh fanfic she's currently writing >:3 will link when published!!🫶

[starbursterr]

NOT built for english class. editing fanfic instead

[honestlydarkprincess]

[curiouspupsicle]

WIP tag game

you are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word!

@possibility-left tagged me. And what compelling excerpts we got for their WIP. Lots to look forward to. TYVM. The word I was given is KNOW. Let's see if I can find an appropriate snippet for each letter. Damn, "K" was tough. I had to cut out some text to make it work.

K: "Knob."

"Quite. I wouldn’t have chosen that precise word myself but I can’t say I disagree with the sentiment.

N: Now he was going to make a total bellend of himself falling in the drink because he couldn’t step 3 feet up onto the vessel from a dinghy. 

Aziraphale pulled the kill switch on the outboard and stood to hitch the painter to the midship cleat. He sat again to keep the vessel steady and motioned to Crowley. 

Was that a gleam in his eye? It couldn’t be. No one would be that much of a bastard. Normally, Crowley would grab the stanchions and take a big step up onto the boat deck. But there was no way his legs would allow that encased in tight, waxed denim.

He had thought it almost worth the discomfort of a 6-hour drive in his tightest jeans and snakeskin boots for the looks he got when he stepped out of the car. But why had he not thought of what it would take to board an anchored boat when he could barely move?

O: "Oh my, not on a first date. I'm not some kind of trollope. But perhaps if you share a good story, I'll keep it in mind for later," Aziraphale flirted back.

W: What? Were those someone’s hands on his arse? Pushing him upright and onto the boat? 

No pressure tags for: @anatomic-girl, @klikandtuna, @caedmonfaith, @searching4sarahtonin and anyone else who wants to play. And your word is FLIP.

[minimallycreative]

me: *opens a doc*

my brain: hey, wouldn't it be a perfect time to catch up on all your missing sleep?

me:

my brain:

me

my brain:

me:

my brain: hey so—

me: FOR GODS' SAKE, LET ME LIVE

[puzzled-pegasus]

Sigh.

[xrlyz]

[pipitwrites]

CARDCAPTOR......

im just going to dump everything in that google doc in here bc it's not even like. a real fic. 😭😭

alex does a cardcaptor sakura and accidentally opens a magical book and now must save the world. charles is the keeper of the cards who in his small form is a little cat and in his true form is a strange beautiful boy who wants to try all the delicious things that alex brings home

at first alex makes charles stay inside his apartment during the day bc charles does not quite understand human norms and would certainly draw unwanted attention. but charles meows pitifully bc he’s curious and wants to see the world!! even if it’s from alex’s pocket. he likes alex’s pocket. alexander is smart and strong and good and obviously pure of heart to be able to open the book of cards, so of course he will find all the cards and restore order to the world!!

alex is the best human he has ever met in all of his four hundred of years, charles tells alex very seriously over soufflé pancakes covered in cream and cut fruit. alex thinks that this says more about the people that charles has met, people who have tried to use the cards (and charles) for ill. still, alex must try his best to succeed because he does not want to disappoint charles… charles is in many ways so easy to please... but sometimes it's the simplest things that are the hardest to find.... someone who will care for him and the power of the cards…

at first charles is very stubborn and does not see why he needs to buy clothes when he can just wear alex's!! he likes alex's tshirts, which hang loose and comfortably around his body to his thighs and hide how he's rolled up a pair of alex's old boxers underneath it

alex agrees that yes, charles looks good like that, running a hand up charles's legs to mollify him, but he thinks charles might also look good in some other clothes, too. so they go clothes shopping and alex tries not to feel like a filthy pervert when charles holds up a pretty lacy bralette to his chest in the lingerie section and marvels at how delicate it looks

also cat charles climbing up alex's long leg. why isn't alex picking him up!!! alex is so mean!!! and still charles will tell people that alex is the kindest and strongest and best

when alex and charles are like. in the last big battle against the Main Antagonist who is trying to stop alex from securing all the cards. and the antagonist tries to distract alex by telling him that charles is just using him, he can't trust charles. and alex immediately defends charles bc charles is Good and of course alex trust can him... and the antagonist is like oh yeah well he's been lying to you all this time, and alex is about to tell him to fuck off again but charles is so, so pale and trembling, and alex asks, worried, "charles?" and the antagonist is like see! he hasn't told you that the energy needed to lock away all the cards is enough to kill a man, and alex can't believe it, but charles isn't denying it. "that's not true, right, charlie?" alex asks again, slowly becoming scared.

and charles is like very desperately, "i would never let anything hurt you, alex," and that's it. that's what alex was afraid of. because he understands immediately that charles was going to sacrifice himself to pay that price. anyway like magic fighting happens, blah blah, big explosions and fireworks, the evil is defeated dot gif but alex cannot find charles in the immediate aftermath...

"Charles! Charles," Alex calls out, choking on the thick dust.

A pair of sparkling green eyes pokes out over the rubble and Alex's head falls back with relief. 

(obviously charles doesn't die. what happens is that his magical energy is mostly sapped instead, so now he can live with alex forever <3)

there are also some like. outtakes. here and here.

[kame-writes]

Does everyone relate, or is this just a me problem?

[starryslyii]

Starting a new WIP before finishing the last one? Couldn’t be me. (It’s me. It’s always me.)

[anghraine]

Technicallyyyyy it's Thursday (12:28 AM!), but @brynnmclean tagged me in WIP Wednesday (thank you!!!) and I dutifully worked on some other projects before giving up and following my heart.

And what my heart wanted was ... well. Okay. Look, I know, I know, but nobody can be that surprised:

S’paak had no way of knowing which Starfleet officer would receive command of the Enterprise after Captain Pike’s promotion, if promotion it could be called. It must be called that, of course, by the wish of Captain Pike himself, and by what all evidence suggested was a collective agreement from the highest ranks of the service. Therefore, the captain was promoted, and soon she would answer to a different man. She had no data to aid speculation as to the nature, character, or identity of the person who would replace Captain Pike, since nobody in the crew, including S’paak, was privy to their superiors’ deliberations. Accordingly, she did not join the other crew members in guesswork about their new captain, even in the privacy of her own quarters—or her own mind. After all, to a disciplined intellect, there was little difference between the two, and she did not know who was even under consideration. Contemplating the matter would not produce greater knowledge. Even with no particular expectations or thoughts about the forthcoming captain of the Enterprise, she felt an unfamiliar trace of surprise when she received the actual notification about it. She, S’paak, would be first officer on the ship, and as such, had been granted priority status with regard to any personnel changes. No one else on the crew yet knew the name of the chosen captain. The privileges of seniority did not startle her. The identity of her captain did, a little.

S’paak considered the notification a second time.

Commanding officer of the USS Enterprise: Kirk, Jessica T. (Cpt).

She knew virtually nothing of Captain Kirk, though the name sounded faintly familiar, enough that she thought it likely that she had heard it in some context in the past that had not struck her as worth committing to memory. A regrettable lapse, if easy enough to rectify with the many tools available to her. But S'paak had not expected that Starfleet would appoint a woman to Captain Pike’s position. Certainly not a young woman, as the (small and poor-quality) picture accompanying the name suggested Kirk was.

S’paak herself was not so illogical as to suppose that gender impeded a Starfleet officer’s capabilities in themselves. But she had better reason than most to know that the practices of the Federation did not always resemble their ideals as closely as might be wished. Captain Kirk must have some unusual qualities, experiences, or connections—or some combination thereof—to rise so far at such an age.

“Fascinating,” S’paak murmured.

[idiotdriftinginspace]

I offer memes for one of my favourite fics (written by @lets-try-some-writing)

I made them simply because they wer funny in my head :D

orginal photos and flat colors under cut

flat colors

and og photos

-and rambling as usual, and weird/crack ideas that I don't regret in the slightest; you have been warned XD

I saw this slav totem somewhere on tumblr and my first thought was: "Autoway, Ironhide and Springer". At the same time I knew this would be very out of character for them in the middle of war.

My excuse why I did draw it in the end? One: How could I not to XD; and Two: Since orginal circumstances were not suitable, they didn't have a chance to be young and do stupid stuff. And then it enlightend me: WHAT IF THEY COULD?! And so I present to you a glimps of "these 3 were born after the war with quintessons" timeline. I decided to shove them into either some military high school or just military, but not on the war front, after all they are still warframes.

This "alt timeline" (if I can even call it that XD) exists solely for this one meme, just me having a thought "what if they could be teenagers and annoy their sergeant (what if it was Kup >:) ) without major consequences (e.g. cleaning washracks for a month instead of having your helm blown of). And the funniest thing, I have absolutley no idea what else to do with this concept, exept maybe the RGB trio being a menace in th military (I am not downloading tiktok so terrible yt compilations must suffice, sorry <:) )

For lamborgini twins - I really wanted do do something for -back then a brand new- chapter 43, but again Auto just didn't fit in there, be it scale or how things played out in the story, and so Prowl was shoved here against his will. This is probably how Sentinel views them and why he sent Autoway there, my only excuse XD.

And Whirl is here solely for laughs, gigles and "what if he met the twins" scenario XD. If they met somwhere just before discovering the ring I'm guessing they would get along like a house on fire XD

[vampire-lord-garfield]

Found an old fic wip. Where there's some kind of big reception at the Phantomhive estate (maybe for Christmas, maybe because they were trying to lure out a suspect. Idk, past me was sure I'll remember).

And in the middle of it for supernatural reasons Sebastian is slowly loosing grasp on his human disguise. It starts standart with eyeglow and sharp teeth. Then progresses to extra eyes on his face or neck. Then it starts getting freaky (aka extra limbs, gaping snake like maw etc). He is also has this flashes of not quiet being in control of himself mentally. So after each episode he will will any changes away but it slowly gets more and more out of hand.

Which is not good, considering the whole manor is pact full of very important and very mortal people.

The bastard is too prideful to show that anything is wrong to Ciel (but also it's not like he can shoo the whole party away. That would greatly damage the earl's reputation. So what's the point?) . You know who notices? Servants that are right there and can see the whole thing even if he is doing his best to hide it. They already kinda know that he isn't a normal human. So Baldroy just goes:

"yeah, that's weird. But we are working with human snake hybrid and child human experiment. We figured that the immortal twink that never talks about his past is freaky too"

And then they all work together in insuring that the event goes smoothly. Why keeping seb from the public and trying to keep him in check.

Idk. Maybe I'll be brave and finish it. Or maybe this plot bunny wip is entertaining solely to me and me alone.