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[sabinetzin]

Seen everywhere on my flist:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. (I only went back twenty-odd, because I have, y'all, like hundreds. Seriously.)

Untitled document
I had a really good title for this
Charles/Arthur
subs all around
loli!John
occasional
Untitled document
steampunk au
hotelstory
She pulls at the soft, worn ropes aro...
Caldwell/Weir
girl saves boy
teaching Ariadne
facemelter
what is this
"So how old are we, exactly?"
Peggy/John
White Elephant
Earth girls are easy
oh handsome bob
lol ariadne ships it
tied up!Ariadne
queer eye for the straight criminal
Bottom!Arthur
get the band back together, 2
get the band back together, 1
verycareful

If you like, I'll tell you a little something or give you a paragraph from anything you ask for.

Comments

[telesilla]

Because I'm nothing if not predictable, Loli!John?

[cesare]

Oh good, Ruth asked for Loli!John, so I can ask what the heck is up with "facemelter"!

[amberfox]

I was telling someone about "White Elephant" yesterday. So you did write more?

[gaffsie]

"So how old are we, exactly?"

[anatsuno]

I hesitate between asking about 'lol ariadne ships it' and 'teaching Ariadne' (thank god Ruth & Ces came before me, haha).

The truth is I probably wanna read about 80% of those anyway, hee. :D

[thingswithwings]

I love the sheer purity of "Untitled document" - what's that one about?

also "queer eye for the straight criminal" sounds FABULOUS! what fandom is that?

[grammarwoman]

Earth girls are easy, if you please. *grin*

[sabinetzin]

He looked so finished, so innocent, so refined. He reminded Rodney of an elaborately wrapped Christmas present; once he got it open, he was going to play with it until he wrecked it, but the wrapping was so pretty that he didn't even want to put his hands on it.

[sabinetzin]

No one's face melts in the story, thank god. At one point, I did a "give me some prompts and I will write them" entry, and I tried to see if I could get everybody's prompts in the same story. So things like this happen:

"John, no," Rodney says, making a feeble attempt to twist away from him.

"John, yes," John replies, leaning down to bite at the junction of Rodney's neck and shoulder.

"Ah- ah- okay, I changed my mind," Rodney pants.

John laughs, low and dirty. "Knew you'd see it my way."

[sabinetzin]

John dropped to his knees, positioning himself between Rodney’s parted legs.

“What are you doing?” Rodney asked warily.

“Nothing,” John replied, resting his hands on Rodney’s knees. “Just kneeling.”

Rodney swallowed. “You don’t have to kneel right there, you know.”

John smirked, shrugging playfully. “I like the scenery.”

A blush started to creep up Rodney’s pale throat. “Just so I’m clear on this,” he said carefully. “Are you asking me to-”

“I’m not asking you to do anything,” John assured him. He looked up at Rodney through his lashes, running his hands up the soft fabric over Rodney's thighs. “Do you wish me to perform the languisement?” he asked, huskily.

Rodney looked down at him, bewildered. “The what?”

John sighed in exasperation, his hands working on the laces of Rodney's breeches. “Head, Rodney. Do you want head.”

[sabinetzin]

The beam passes over Meredith's body, and someone else is suddenly standing there.

John knows, on some visceral level, that it's still Meredith, but he's not even sure how he knows that. The woman- the girl who's standing in front of him now shares her features, but ramped up and taken down in the best places. She's thinner, making all her curves pop in a way they didn't five minutes ago; her clothes are sagging, her pants sliding down a little to reveal a flash of her hip. Her face is softer and smoother, her lips looking even bigger and more pouty than they were already. Her hair is all screwed up, though, suddenly falling out of what had been a tight bun. She reaches up and pulls the chopsticks out of it, tossing her head so that her hair falls loose and long and curly around her shoulders.

John cannot believe what he's seeing.

[sabinetzin]

I... really don't know how this story acquired this title, because the title I have in the document itself is "twenty-five 'til nine". But anyway, it's an Inception story where Eames finds out Ariadne is a virgin, and stuff like this happens:

"Any time you want, darling, just say the word."

She spins to face him. "That's the kind of cutesy bullshit I'm tired of," she snaps. "People always say shit like that and then they never follow through. I wouldn't be in this position if I could find a guy who would fucking man up."

Eames laughs. "You're drunk." When she rolls her eyes and turns to go, he grabs her by the arm, pulling her tight against him. "You're drunk, and I'm taking you to bed with me," he tells her, and there's something dark and predatory in his eyes, something she's never seen before. "And if you still want it in the morning, then I'm going to fuck you."

She sucks in a breath, struck by desire and surprise, but she forces herself to look him hard in the eye. "I want it now."

"Trust me, Ariadne," he says, smiling- or showing his teeth, anyway, more feral than mirthful. "You'll want to remember this."

[sabinetzin]

Both the Untitled documents have very little in them. The first one is a Metalocalypse story, and all I have so far is:

"Well, I'll just be going."

"Dude, you can't leave! We were having a fucking moment!"

"There's your moment."

And the second is supposed to be an SGA story, but all it says right now is "something here about John being a whore". What can you do.

"queer eye for the straight criminal" is an Inception crackfic where Arthur is moving in with Ariadne and Eames, and he walks into their closet and shouts, "God, it's like the Salvation Army threw up in here!" So, y'know, good times.

[sabinetzin]

I posted a tiny bit of "teaching Ariadne" over on the livejournals, but "lol ariadne ships it" was this weird Inception fic I was trying to write where Ariadne keeps trying to set Arthur and Eames up, but then it turns out at the end that the reason they pick at each other and stuff is because they're secretly brothers.

Yeah.

[anatsuno]

hahahaha, that would be FUNS.

Then I hope it also turns out Eames is fucking around with Yusuf, anyhow. :D

[thingswithwings]

Those sound like very good times! I love "something here about John being a whore." Simple but elegant.

[anatsuno]

waaaaaaant.

I want all of your Eames/Ariadne. GOD. ALL OF IT. *glutton*

[kate]

Oh, how has no one asked for "I had a really good title for this"? Pretty please?

[grammarwoman]

Yes, agreed +1000!

[grammarwoman]

A Kushiel's AU? Fantastic!

[gaffsie]

Interesting!

[cesare]

Go John go! :D

[cesare]

Yesss.

[sabinetzin]

"I had a really good title for this" is the Metalocalypse one that starts:

The door to Charles's office burst open. Charles surreptitiously moved his new, expensive lamps closer to him and prepared for the onslaught.

Pickles was panting when he came in, whether from kicking the door in or something else, Charles wasn't sure. He strode across the room and slapped a worn leather belt down on the desk. "I need you to beat the crap outta me."


And I really wish I could remember what the title was. :/

[kate]

Ahahaha, I love me a story that starts with someone saying "I need you to beat the crap outta me."

Bummer about the title - I hate losing a good title. :/