#WIP fic meme
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lurking-latinist · 2 months ago
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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.
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alphaflyer · 2 years ago
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The Consultants Initiative please!
Was that an ask for this round of the WIP meme, or a previous one? (I think you may have asked this before...?) Well, anyway, I'll answer, just in case!
A genuine WIP, started and not finished but not forgotten: Post-Endgame, post-WandaVision and Falcon & the Winter Soldier, but also based on the Fraction series (so, no Farm Fam). Clint and Kate are broke, and Fury wants them for Something, so Kate decides to turn the Hawkeyes into a for-hire team. That's basically as far as I got, although it's intended to turn into a Multiverse/Fixit thing, possibly involving Talos and his small band of Skrulls.
Here's an excerpt (maybe this will motivate me to reopen this thing!):
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“Voicemail exists for a reason,” Clint says. “Like you said, it’s Sunday morning. Family time. I only save the world Mondays to Fridays, and exceptionally on Saturdays.”
So it’s a potential job, then? Kate reaches out to catch the phone, just as it’s about to succumb to the gravitational pull of the kitchen floor. Whoever the caller is, Clint is ignoring them on purpose; she’s getting curious, especially if they might ask for a spot of world saving.
“Good morning,” she chirps as Clint glares at her. “The other Hawkeye is busy just now, but we are open for business. Can I help you?”
“Put. Barton. On.”
The growl coming out of the phone almost causes Kate to drop the phone; the ringtone is starting to make sense.  She tosses the thing at Clint’s face.
“It’s your former boss,” she says, unnecessarily.  “I think he really needs to talk.”
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angels-of-horror · 3 months ago
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“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.
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xypheris · 23 days ago
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Introducing the Writer Kinks:
1. The comma (,)
2. The semicolon (;)
3. The em dash (—)
4. The Overused italics
5. The Fragments (Because. Drama.)
6. THE ALL CAPS
7. The Ellipses (...)
Honorable Mentions: Long metaphors, parentheses (bonus thoughts) and repititions.
Because why write a concise sentence when you can string together 37 thoughts into one grammatical monstrosity.
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i-will-write · 1 year ago
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tearystarz · 5 months ago
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Drew lil scene from @missylink 's dbh fanfic she's currently writing >:3 will link when published!!🫶
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honestlydarkprincess · 1 year ago
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minimallycreative · 1 month ago
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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
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kame-writes · 2 months ago
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Does everyone relate, or is this just a me problem?
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idiotdriftinginspace · 4 months ago
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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
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and og photos
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-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
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vampire-lord-garfield · 4 months ago
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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.
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connecting-the-stars · 1 year ago
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Meme Template by: @braindamaged007
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oatmilk-vampire · 8 months ago
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curiouspupsicle · 3 days ago
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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.
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not-freyja · 1 year ago
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Adjuration memes, part 3 🤣
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i-will-write · 1 year ago
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Writing a story be like
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