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WIP Meme
There's a meme going around on Twitter where you post a list of your WIPs (exact title of your document, no fibbing) and people ask about the ones they're curious about.
I have a lot of WIPs, and no titling discipline, so this one was amusing to collate, and also far too long for Twitter. I am adding the fandom to be slightly less cryptic. This goes back at least to 2016; I dug up some stuff I'd completely forgotten about.
Pick any you're interested in, and I'll tell you about them, and post a snippet!
porn - Dirk Gently
billpotts - Doctor Who
naming ceremony - Doctor Who
untempered schism - Doctor Who
trans endeavour - Endeavour
baby zhao yunlan - Guardian
Dok1 - Guardian
dixing - Guardian
hc - Guardian
He shouldn - Guardian
state dinner - Guardian
undercoverguardian - Guardian
dipshits-in-a-barrel_v2.1_05112019 - King Falls AM
impact - King Falls AM
bsredux - King Falls AM
Doyle - King Falls AM
pwp - King Falls AM
deathfic - King Falls AM
london12 - King Falls AM
japan - King Falls AM
malaria - King Falls AM
journalist au - King Falls AM
lily drabbles - King Falls AM
that fake dating fic you'll never finish - Kingsman
that ww1 fic you'll never finish - Kingsman
a terrible boi - backup190618 - MCU
He - Nirvana in Fire
a piece of the action - Star Trek TOS (Reboot)
holmes - Sherlock Holmes (RDJ)
peralta - Brooklyn 99
Some men don - Black Sails
mary fix it - Sherlock
mylock - Sherlock
Document1 - old 2 - SPN
The Germans attack at night - SPN
dean smith old - SPN
Document1 - SPN
Hunting - SPN
kink - SPN
prompt snippet - SPN
prompt - SPN
kravitz - The Adventure Zone (Balance)
selfcest - The Adventure Zone (Balance)
newyt (2) - True Detective
longfic - DMBJ
post-triple-wu xie - DMBJ
blavklodge - Twin Peaks
kinsey - Twin Peaks
Seattle - Twin Peaks
tw2 - Twin Peaks
Vegas is a hellhole - Twin Peaks
monks - The Thick of It
malcolm - The Thick of It
mib - The Thick of It
sam - The Thick of It
tourists - The Thick of It
Malcolm has lived a long and eventful life - The Thick of It
(Sorry for just dropping a meme in here without interacting on anyone's posts or, well, anything. At some point in 2021 I will remember how interacting on the internet works. Until then, all I got is memes.)
I have a lot of WIPs, and no titling discipline, so this one was amusing to collate, and also far too long for Twitter. I am adding the fandom to be slightly less cryptic. This goes back at least to 2016; I dug up some stuff I'd completely forgotten about.
Pick any you're interested in, and I'll tell you about them, and post a snippet!
porn - Dirk Gently
billpotts - Doctor Who
naming ceremony - Doctor Who
untempered schism - Doctor Who
trans endeavour - Endeavour
baby zhao yunlan - Guardian
Dok1 - Guardian
dixing - Guardian
hc - Guardian
He shouldn - Guardian
state dinner - Guardian
undercoverguardian - Guardian
dipshits-in-a-barrel_v2.1_05112019 - King Falls AM
impact - King Falls AM
bsredux - King Falls AM
Doyle - King Falls AM
pwp - King Falls AM
deathfic - King Falls AM
london12 - King Falls AM
japan - King Falls AM
malaria - King Falls AM
journalist au - King Falls AM
lily drabbles - King Falls AM
that fake dating fic you'll never finish - Kingsman
that ww1 fic you'll never finish - Kingsman
a terrible boi - backup190618 - MCU
He - Nirvana in Fire
a piece of the action - Star Trek TOS (Reboot)
holmes - Sherlock Holmes (RDJ)
peralta - Brooklyn 99
Some men don - Black Sails
mary fix it - Sherlock
mylock - Sherlock
Document1 - old 2 - SPN
The Germans attack at night - SPN
dean smith old - SPN
Document1 - SPN
Hunting - SPN
kink - SPN
prompt snippet - SPN
prompt - SPN
kravitz - The Adventure Zone (Balance)
selfcest - The Adventure Zone (Balance)
newyt (2) - True Detective
longfic - DMBJ
post-triple-wu xie - DMBJ
blavklodge - Twin Peaks
kinsey - Twin Peaks
Seattle - Twin Peaks
tw2 - Twin Peaks
Vegas is a hellhole - Twin Peaks
monks - The Thick of It
malcolm - The Thick of It
mib - The Thick of It
sam - The Thick of It
tourists - The Thick of It
Malcolm has lived a long and eventful life - The Thick of It
(Sorry for just dropping a meme in here without interacting on anyone's posts or, well, anything. At some point in 2021 I will remember how interacting on the internet works. Until then, all I got is memes.)
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No, I donāt have any questions, Iām just expressing my interest.
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Some men donāt know how to love.
Charles Vane has met his share of such men. Heās met his share of such women, too, creatures dispossessed of the essence that is the only thing capable of making a free mind weep. Are they still human if they do not weep?
Charles has no answer; he doesnāt care to find one, either. Humanity is a fragile concept, imbued with life by scholars and philosophers. Charles Vane is neither. He prefers things he can touch, that he can see and smell and taste. He prefers things he can love.
James Flint is not one of those things.
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I really like the snippet!
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I'll ask you about the Guardian Dok1 :D - and one other Guardian fic of your choice that you want to talk about.
Also, the Reboot one? Although I'm sure you're into the opposite of what I'm into in that fandom? :D
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With sure-fire accuracy, you've sniffed out the one Guardian PWP WiP I have.
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Zhao Yunlan is tied spread-eagled to his own bed.
It took Shen Wei the longest time to come out with his request, and even longer to specify it enough for Zhao Yunlan to know what he was asking. āI want to look at youā was the first thing he said. Eventually, he added a ānakedā, and then an āunable to moveā. At that point, Zhao Yunlanās dick was already signalling agreement. Zhao Yunlan had to swallow a few times against a dry throat to follow suit out loud.
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A random other one is "state dinner". It's an attempt at my take on get-Shen-Wei-drunk, which I was planning to do at a state dinner Shen Wei doesn't want to go to. I may still finish this! Maybe.
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"All we have to do is smile, be polite, and get out as quickly as we can."
Zhao Yunlan is speaking to him like he doesnāt know his duties. Shen Wei clasps his hands in his lap, regards Dragon City as it rushes by past the jeepās passenger window. "Iām aware." Thereās an unpleasant taste in his mouth, the urge to say something sharp that Zhao Yunlan is not the intended target of. He waits for it to pass, goes for something else instead thatās been bothering him. "Isnāt it premature to have a celebratory dinner? The agreement hasnāt even been signed into law yet."
Zhao Yunlan laughs, takes a corner a little too quickly. Shen Wei has to grab the door handle to steady himself. "I donāt know how Dixing diplomats do itā" Shen Wei refrains from pointing out that besides himself, Dixing doesnāt exactly have many diplomatsā "but here in Haixing, they love to schedule these dinners when everythingās been agreed on, but nothingās been signed yet. Keeps everyone civil."
Shen Wei isnāt sure thatās true. Heās not feeling particularly civil. He supposes the risk in insulting the other party is greater, though, if they still hold the leverage of withholding their signature. "I see," he says. Consciously relaxes his shoulders. "I will do my best to remain courteous."
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And Star Trek reboot. I don't know what you're into in this fandom! I like the OT3 (Spock/Kirk/McCoy), and was going to write something about McCoy getting in on the action (hence the title), but it never went much of anywhere.
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It takes Leonard a damn long time to figure out that Jim and Spock are boning.
Right after taking command proper of the Enterprise, over a bottle of brandy Jim divulged to him the details of his close encounter of the doppelgƤnger kind in that cave on Delta Vega. It sounded a lot like one of those old tales where the hero meets an ancient soothsaying crone who tells him his inevitable future. The gist of it seemed to be that Old Spock told Jim that his fate in life was to bone Young Spock.
At the time, Leonard laughed about it until he cried. But now, four years into their deep space mission, with Jim and Spock already established as best of friends, he's been observing things he can't explain without encroaching boning territory.
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<3
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And Star Trek reboot. I don't know what you're into in this fandom!
I know most people are into McCoy, and I'm not. Although I think I don't hate the idea of an ot3 with Spock and Kirk. (I'm into Spock/Uhura. I've always been into Spock, but Uhura got made into a person in Reboot, and I am so here for that.)
The gist of it seemed to be that Old Spock told Jim that his fate in life was to bone Young Spock.
Muahahaha, not wrong. :D
p.s.: didn't you already finish the post-triple-wu-xie story? Or do you have another one?
p.p.s.: oh, and thank you for playing! Awesome meme indeed! <3
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McCoy is my fave in TOS, but I'm not super fond of the Reboot version. He's fine, but he's not giving me what McCoy in the original gives me. Really, with Reboot, most of my fondness comes from my original TOS fandom days, where I was also into OT3. And yeah, sorry, I'm not super into Uhura in Reboot, or into Spock/Uhura. I disliked her being shoved into the stop-the-gay girlfriend role, and all of her appearances being only about her relationship with Spock. (Don't mind Spock/Uhura in original TOS fic, though! I've read some decent fic with that ship. This was a long time ago, though.)
didn't you already finish the post-triple-wu-xie story
I did! This WiP is a different take on the same concept, because at first, I wasn't convinced by the one I ended up finishing. I'm keeping this one around because it's just a generic opening, maybe I'll have a different idea for where to take it some day.
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Driving a bus in London, you see some weird fucking shit.
The tourists alone would fill a book of tales about the strange and unusual. Then thereās the drunks, the junkies, the business drones, and the students, as well as any combination of the above. And letās not even speak of the things Jamieās seen on the route up Camden High. You wouldnāt believe him if he told you.
Suffice to say, heās not easily rattled. But when on the night route to Chelsea a passenger appears to be shedding his skin, even Jamie does a double-take.
Theyāre on the last leg, the fat sweaty bloke in the back of the upstairs the last remainder of the Zone 1 bulk. He looks like your average commuter drone. Jamieās spent the last three traffic lights enviously watching him on the black-and-white CCTV screen as he was snoozing the sleep of the exhausted worker bees.
He wakes up just past South Kensington, and when Jamie looks again, heās peeling the skin off his face.
āSir!ā Jamie shouts, but thereās no way he'll be heard over the drone of the bus. Shite, fuckingāright, the intercom. āSir!ā
The blokeās head snaps up, except itās not really a head anymore. Itās shaped like a pumpkin, and itās enormous.
āJesus Christ.ā
He hits the brakes, stops the bus in the middle of the road. Pumpkin Bloke stumbles on his way up to where the cameraās attached to the roof of the bus.
āDonāt you fucking dareāā
The CCTV image fizzes out as Pumpkin Bloke puts his fist through the lens. If it was a fist. It was enormous, too, with big fucking claws instead of fingers. Jamie fumbles open the driver cubicle, swearing under his breath. Itās four in the fucking morning; he doesnāt need this.
āSir, youāve damaged city property, and we have you on tape. Also, you just skinned yourself.ā Thatās not, in itself, a crime, but itās fucking weird. He takes the narrow steps two at a time, reaches for something in the inside of his jacket. Itās not there. Heās still trying to figure out what it was that he was reaching for when he comes face-to-face with the ugliest fucker heās ever seen.
āChrist almighty, what are you?ā
Heās tall, thatās for sure, at least a foot taller than Jamie. The pumpkin head dangles on a long neck like a fucking Christmas bauble, two giant black eyes staring bug-like past a pulled-up snout. Long limbs end in massive, claw-capped digits, and to top it all off, the bastardās green.
Commuter Droneās skin hangs crumpled over the back of a seat. Itās the most fucking disgusting thing Jamieās ever seen.
The green fucker roars, a screech that makes Jamieās head rattle. Is he trying to talk? Jamie doesnāt stick around to find out, because the next thing the bastard does is swipe his hook-like claws at him. Jamie makes a hasty retreat back down the stairs.
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Nif Spoilers in this one!
However! I do have a NiF WiP. It's just called "nif", and it was my first attempt at Nirvana in Fire fic, when I realized that fandom is very difficult to write. My intention was to write a fix-it, so this starts with Mei Changsu et al in the mountains near Meiling after that battle he rides off to at the end of the show.
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Fei Liu watches as the mountain pass swallows the army.
The sky is clear today. It was clear yesterday, and the day before. The dark weather that made them set up camp has moved on, leaving behind a thick layer of snow that the Old Woman had to clear out of the courtyard. Meng Zhi told Fei Liu to help, but he didn't stay to make sure Fei Liu actually did it. Instead, he went to stay with Lin Chen in the room that smells of death.
Fei Liu doesn't like that room. He likes the mansion in the capital. He likes Shui Niu's garden, and most of all he likes Lang Zhou, a place he's becoming more and more certain he and Su-gege should have never left. Su-gege is too restless. Whenever they find a place that is good, before long Su-gege decides that it's time to leave. He takes them somewhere that is worseāfrom Lang Zhou to the mansion, from the mansion to the mountainsāand he gets worse himself.
He's very sick now. Too sick to move on with the troops, which is something Lin Chen and Meng Zhi argued about when the snow was still falling. Meng Zhi said they would move more slowly, would use a carriage to bring Su-gege down the mountain to a warmer place where he could regain his health. He won't regain his health, Lin Chen said, loud and mean like he always is. He can stay in the Old Woman's guest house and die in the room that smells of death, or he can travel in Meng Zhi's carriage and die on the side of the mountain. Die he will either way. Do you really want to slow down the troops for that?
Fei Liu hit Lin Chen when he said that, but nobody cared. This morning, Meng Zhi gathered up the last of the men. From his perch on top of the guest house, Fei Liu spent two hours watching him lead them up the mountain along the winding path. All that's left now are their tracks, a wide furrow carved out in the snow. They will cross the pass and descend on the other side, make their way across the plains and bring the capital news of victory against Da Yu. They will also bring news of General Lin Shu's death. Like Lin Chen says, it's inevitable now.
Fei Liu waits until the mountain lies still before he slides to the edge of the roof and jumps down. The room that smells of death is in the back of the house, past the hall where the Old Woman serves food and tea. She gave them extra braziers and coal, so the room is hot and stuffy, except for patches of cold where the air seeps in through the walls.
Su-gege is in the bed, lying motionless under the furs. His lips are cracked and as pale as the rest of him. He stopped asking for Shui Niu last night and has been quiet since. Fei Liu kneels down next to Lin Chen, who fell asleep slumped against the side of the bed. Fei Liu wants to hit him again; you're supposed to keep watch, not sleep. He doesn't, though. Chances are Lin Chen would hit back.
Fei Liu knows what is going to happen. Many people think he doesn't. They think he only knows how to fight and grunt. It's not true. Su-gege took the Binxu pill. Fei Liu watched Lin Chen prepare it. He saw the snake, the poison dripping into the mixing bowl. Su-gege's body is weaker than ever after three months of harsh travels; he can't fight it. For all the plans he makes, all the smart words he knows, he's not good at defending himself.
That's okay, though. It's why he has Fei Liu.
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Re: Nif Spoilers in this one!
Re: Nif Spoilers in this one!
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Anyway, it's very short, so you're getting all of it. Sadly it has no h/c yet, just h/c prelude.
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Throughout his training, Zhao Yunlan had always scored pretty high on teamwork exercises.
Without fault, his instructors would react with surprise that the kid in the torn jeans with the black Ducati and the chip on his shoulder got along well with others. The truth of the matter is that Zhao Yunlan has no time for lone wolf types. There is no skill in managing a team of one, no intelligence in flying solo on a job that would benefit from more actors. If thereās one thing he canāt stand, itās people who run off on their own when theyād be better off with back-up.
Do as I say, not as I do, he thinks to himself as he wipes clammy palms on his jeans. To be fair, he wasnāt expecting to run into anyone. Heād been in the area for an unrelated matter when he spotted a dilapidated sign pointing to a run-down storefront in a back alley. DĆ xƬao diĆ n, the same three characters Da Qing had found on a receipt theyād taken off a suspect a couple days ago. The guy hadnāt even been a particular shady suspect; just a kid trying to use his invisibility powers to swipe some video games. The SID handed him over to Hei Lao Ge, who probably let him go with a slap on the wrist. Zhao Yunlan kept the receipt, though, fascinated by the odd name and the fact that it listed no items. Heād almost forgotten about it until he spotted the sign earlier.
The shop seemed abandoned; the front door not just unlocked, but basically coming off its hinges. He shouldnāt have gone in. Here he is, though, all the way in the back room. Voices from the main floor made him stop, made his heart leap in his throat. Heās standing with his ear turned towards the cracked door, trying fervently to remember if there are any additional entrances to the main area. He shouldāve heard the front door; itās creaky as hell. Where did these people come from?
āā¦ logistics operations are a mess. We need a better system.ā
āYeah, okay. Until we come up with that, can we just get the merch?ā
This time, Zhao Yunlan does hear the doorāitās the one to the back room, which is just as creaky as the front door. He quickly squeezes into a small gap between an empty shelf and the wall.
He doesnāt have a good view of the men that enter, but he can see enough to recognize the Nike jacket that one of them is wearing. Itās the same that the kid who stole the video games had.
āStand back.ā
Itās the same voice, too. The kid spreads his raised hands, and the room shifts. The rows of empty shelves suddenly fill up with an assortment of thingsāDVDs, consoles, phones, laptops, branded shoes and clothes, handbags, and anything else you can imagine. Definitely all stolen goods.
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which then ended up spawning a longfic about Shen Wei's post-finale struggles, oops
Oh no? Except clearly this led to A Good Thing and also that entire chain of events is very relatable. Whenever I set out to write Guardian fic Shen Wei's angsting somehow manages to creep into even the fluffiest of fics...
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Hee, yes. Though I tend to actually enjoy writing angst, so I don't mind that so much, except for how I've found that I really struggle with Shen Wei POV. He's so long-winded in his introspection and loses himself in hypotheticals, argh. I prefer ZYL angst, it's easier to write because snappier. :P
Do as I say not as I do is definitely one of Zhao Yunlan's live mottos
Absolutely! He'd be the one to hold a training seminar on how team work is better than running off by yourself and sincerely mean every word he says, only to somehow get himself into trouble on the way home because he followed a lead without backup.
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good luck with Shen Wei, ZYL
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