The WIP meme
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turntap2's LJ:
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Untitled
Fandom: Galaxy Quest
Pairing: Jason/Alexander (Taggart/Dr. Lazarus)
Current word count: 950
A picture of young Jason as Commander Taggart on a cover caught his attention. He read the title: “Peter Quincy Taggart Estrogen Brigade”. Alexander snorted disparagingly. Of course Jason would own a whole bunch of glorifying fan stuff, that self-absorbed bastard.
He flipped through the pile and found several other magazines, or fanzines, as they supposedly were called. Then he saw his own face on the cover of another one and lifted an eyebrow in surprise. It was him and Jason, both in their roles. He didn’t recognized this picture from the official shootings. He couldn’t recall any situation where he had ever been *that* close to Jason on a photo! He squinted to make out the words in the dim light: “Never give up, never surrender - A romantic anthology by the T/L Romance Association.”
Untitled Film Noir-ish Attempt
Original fiction
Current word count: 640 (lol)
Her body in the window was no more than a silhouette against the glaring neon light of the advertisement outside of his apartment. The bright yellow caressed her slender form, and as it blinked on and off it turned her movements into an enticing series of glamour shots, pretty much like the ones he had glanced at passively while he had walked home past the theater. She raised her arms to reach out for the knot that tied her dress behind her neck. The delicate fabric rustled as it slid to the floor.
The advertisement shone red now and it painted a vibrant hue onto her wavy hair which he knew was usually the cool color of platinum blonde. He licked his lips, recalling the moment when she had slowly pulled out the pins that had confined her hair in a tight bun and it had poured out over her shoulders like a sparkling waterfall.
Why she had come here he didn’t know. That is, he knew what her reasons were for showing up at his rat hole of a place here and now, but why she had chosen him of all the jaded private dicks in this rotten town in the first place he didn’t know. But he was not about to ask her. If life had taught him one thing then it was that asking too many questions gave you too many answers. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter now.
Even Better Than the Real Thing
Fandom: House
Pairing: House / Wilson
Current word count: 4,400
When the doorbell rang, Wilson only hesitated for a moment before he went to answer it. He stood in front of the door and took a deep breath, then he reached for the knob and turned it.
“Good evening. I’m sorry I’m a little late, but the traffic was worse than expected. I’m coming from…”
“Yes, I know,” Wilson quickly cut off the other man and opened the door farther, beckoning him to come in. Before he closed the door behind them, he cast a look into the empty corridor outside of his apartment.
The man stood in the center of the room, looking a little unsure about how to proceed now. Wilson put on his appeasing smile that he used with patients who came to him worrying about whatever diagnosis his examination might bring. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” he said teasingly.
“Would you enjoy that?” the man replied seriously.
The Way We Were
Fandom: House
Pairing: House / Wilson
Current word count: 10,400
When he opened the door, the glaring neon light of the corridor hit him straight on as he hadn't switched on the light in his room yet and it had already gotten dark. Once his eyes had gotten used to the light and his vision unblurred, James Wilson came into focus.
"What do you want?" House groaned before he could stop himself. He leaned against the doorframe weakly.
Wilson looked taken aback for a moment. "Wow… somehow this isn't exactly what I'd imagined our reunion to be like."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but when I called room service earlier comportment hadn't been on the menu," House replied sarcastically.
Giving him a sizing look, Wilson said, "Looks like you only checked out the beverages menu anyway." When House didn't reply, he added. "Can I come in?"
"What for?"
Wilson sighed. "I thought you'd like to talk to an old friend for a bit, but I guess I was wrong. Sorry to have disturbed you." He turned around and walked away.
Re-Possession
Fandom: House
Pairing: House / Wilson
Current word count: 25,800
"You've been to the store," Wilson stated, looking at the plastic bags still scattered across the counter.
"Yes, indeed I have! And I'm going to cook us food now!" House said as he walked behind Wilson and pushed him towards the chair and down on it.
Wilson groaned. "Oh please, haven't I suffered enough already?"
"Relax, it's mac and cheese. Not even I can mess those up."
Twenty minutes later they were eating soggy noodle, fused together by some unspeakable mass formerly known as cheese. House watched Wilson poke around in his food listlessly after having taken a couple of polite bites and felt the bitter taste of defeat… or maybe it was just the food.
Perfect Stranger
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs / ?
Current word count: 4,700
He sat on his desk. Everything was exactly at the same place as it had been when he had first sat down there. Well, maybe not necessarily the first time. But everything was in its place. There were the monitors to his computer, workstation already signed out and a screensaver cruising across the screen quietly. There was the pencil holder, the tape dispenser, the stapler, the rolodex, the keyboard, mouse, mouse pad, some files spread out in front of him, an empty Starbucks cup… Everything was perfectly in order. Only, it wasn’t.
They had told him at the hospital that this was important, to return to things that were used to him, to follow the regular patterns. And yet… it was difficult. How did you return to a life that no longer was yours?
Objects in the Rear-View Mirror
Fandom: Uhm... Meatloaf??
Pairing: n/a
Current word count: 6,500
With the back of his hand Matthew wiped across his eyes once and the brief and unusual emotional outburst was over. Then he took another deep breath and grabbed the steering wheel once more. This was the place where everything had started. Oh God, he couldn’t even remember how long ago.
With a shaking hand he reached out for the rear-view mirror and adjusted it. It wasn’t really necessary but he felt the need to do something. The reflection of the small farm house entered the frame of the mirror. The white paint was flaking off the front and vines held the crumbling porch in a firm embrace. Behind it was a large barn which gates stood wide open, presenting the sight of the gaping dusty emptiness inside. A bleached out, formerly green flag was droopily hanging down a pole.
Several minutes Matthew was staring at this house that he once used to be so familiar with. He felt like he was looking at a picture, just a picture, from days gone by. The door to the house opened and an old man stepped outside. He appeared tired and worn-out. Matthew watched him look over to the barn expressionlessly. For a moment he squared his frail shoulders, then picked up the bundle at his feet and walked off. He dragged himself across the dusty yard, so cumbersome and old. Broken like a brittle twig.
Special K
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark / Lex
Current word count: 3,100
“Lex, really… I…” Out of the corner of his eyes Clark noticed the new ring on Lex’s hand. The stone was pitch-black and yet glittering like a diamond. “Oh, nice ring. Is it new?” He just had to ask.
Smiling, Lex lifted his hand to look at it. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? A rare gem.”
“What’s it called?” Clark was so engrossed by the sparkling jewel that he almost flinched when Lex clenched his hand into a fist
“It doesn’t have a name yet.”
“Oh, okay…” Clark gave the ring that was only a few inches away from his face one more glance before directing his attention to Lex again. “What were we talking about again?”
A honk reminded them that the traffic light had changed long ago. Lex shook his head slowly while he put in the gear and drove off again. “We were talking about whether you should come up to my place to study or not.”
“Oh right, now I remember.” Clark stretched languidly and put his arms behind his head, his notes slipping down his lap unnoticed. “Sure, why not! Let’s hit it!”
Collateral
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack / Ianto, Ianto / OMC
Current word count: 42,200
They stared at each other in breathless tension. The handkerchief slid from Ianto's fingers unchecked and Jack involuntarily surged up until their chests were pressed together and their mouths only inches apart. Jack could feel Ianto's quickened breath brush across his skin and shuddered. He lifted one hand to place it onto the back of the other man's neck, gently guiding his mouth towards his own.
"Please, don't…" Ianto gasped.
Jack stopped. "Why not?"
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut. "It hurts too much."
"It doesn't have to hurt anymore. We can pick up where…"
"No," Ianto whispered. "We can't."
No Retreat
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack / Ianto
Current word count: 2,800
A crimson color appeared on Ianto's face as he lost his composure for a second. "Sir," he stammered as he took a step back, hitting another shelf. "I think that’s a slightly inappropriate thing to say to an employee."
"Oh no," Jack said, following the other man. "As a matter of fact, that's a highly inappropriate thing to say. But I know you love it." He put one hand against the shelf right next to Ianto's head.
"No, I don't," Ianto said and ducked under Jack's arm, slowly edging towards the door.
"The entries in your blog suggest otherwise."
Ianto stopped, frozen to the spot. "You… you've read my blog?" he asked, indignation apparent in his voice. "But that's private!"
Leaning against the shelf, the heel of one foot balancing against the tip of the other, Jack gave Ianto a lazy smile. "If you really didn't want me to find it, you wouldn't have posted it where I could get to it. Pen and paper would have been so much safer." Jack loved seeing Ianto lose his cool like this. "I know all your fantasies, Ianto," he said huskily. "And I can make them come true."
When Wolves Meet in the Moonlight
Fandom: Gabriel Knight
Pairing: Gabriel / Friedrich
Current word count: 41,100
”What about von Zell?” Gabriel carefully asked.
Von Glower raised one eyebrow and answered, ”What about him?”
”Nothing, just... I don’t know, he seems to hate me and I don’t know why.”
Friedrich smiled. ”He’s just jealous. He thinks I want you.”
Gabriel turned away his face, blushing at the first admittance of any kind of relationship between von Glower and von Zell.
With a sly grin the Baron added, ”And he’s right, too.”
Wicked Game
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan / Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan / Xanatos
Current word count: 21,800
The man gently rocked the unconscious Obi-Wan and smiled to himself, stroking over the spiky hair. Then he got up, pulling the apprentice with him. He reached for Obi-Wan’s hand and looked at the silver ring. With a grim grin he removed the ring and looked at it for a second, turning it thoughtfully between his fingers.
Suddenly he threw the ring high up in the air and with a swift movement he reached under his black cloak, brought forth a lightsaber and activated it. The red blade sizzled as it cut through the air with one stroke and then was sheathed again. The silver ring returned to the counter with a chime. It tottered a bit before it finally settled, showing the lightsaber’s cut that had broken the ring at one side.
The stranger looked at it for a short while. Then he stroked back his hair and revealed a scar in the shape of a broken circle on his right cheek.
Xanatos smiled absent-mindedly.
A Wretched Affair
Fandom: The Phantom of the Opera
Pairing: Erik / Christine, Christine / Raoul, Erik / Raoul
Current word count: 27,600
Raoul walked towards him until he stood right in front of him. Much to Erik’s surprise, there was anger raging on his face. “Dammit, Erik!” It was still odd to hear his name from Raoul’s lips and yet it gave him a ridiculous sense of pride. “You’re just too damn proud. What do I have to do to yank you out of this self-proclaimed prison of yours? What else does it take?”
Erik looked down into Raoul’s tempestuous features, unable to answer this. He didn’t know anything anymore. He opened his mouth, grasping for words to give in reply to this, but before he had the chance to even begin, Raoul reached up to his face with a cry of anger. Erik ducked away, anticipating a blow, but none came. Instead, he felt the cold air on his face, now freed from the mask. Shocked, he covered his face with his hand and stared up at Raoul from his ducking position, his eyes burning.
Man... so many WIPs. I really do suck, don't I?
turntap2's LJ:When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Untitled
Fandom: Galaxy Quest
Pairing: Jason/Alexander (Taggart/Dr. Lazarus)
Current word count: 950
A picture of young Jason as Commander Taggart on a cover caught his attention. He read the title: “Peter Quincy Taggart Estrogen Brigade”. Alexander snorted disparagingly. Of course Jason would own a whole bunch of glorifying fan stuff, that self-absorbed bastard.
He flipped through the pile and found several other magazines, or fanzines, as they supposedly were called. Then he saw his own face on the cover of another one and lifted an eyebrow in surprise. It was him and Jason, both in their roles. He didn’t recognized this picture from the official shootings. He couldn’t recall any situation where he had ever been *that* close to Jason on a photo! He squinted to make out the words in the dim light: “Never give up, never surrender - A romantic anthology by the T/L Romance Association.”
Hahaha, yeah, fat chance I'm every going to finish THAT one. It was started on a whim after I'd watched the movie (tells you how old this is...), but it went nowhere fast. I just had this random idea how it would be if an actor came across slashzines featuring his character and the other guy's, owned by the other guy. Since I don't write RPS that was my only chance! But still, don't think that'll ever get finished.
Untitled Film Noir-ish Attempt
Original fiction
Current word count: 640 (lol)
Her body in the window was no more than a silhouette against the glaring neon light of the advertisement outside of his apartment. The bright yellow caressed her slender form, and as it blinked on and off it turned her movements into an enticing series of glamour shots, pretty much like the ones he had glanced at passively while he had walked home past the theater. She raised her arms to reach out for the knot that tied her dress behind her neck. The delicate fabric rustled as it slid to the floor.
The advertisement shone red now and it painted a vibrant hue onto her wavy hair which he knew was usually the cool color of platinum blonde. He licked his lips, recalling the moment when she had slowly pulled out the pins that had confined her hair in a tight bun and it had poured out over her shoulders like a sparkling waterfall.
Why she had come here he didn’t know. That is, he knew what her reasons were for showing up at his rat hole of a place here and now, but why she had chosen him of all the jaded private dicks in this rotten town in the first place he didn’t know. But he was not about to ask her. If life had taught him one thing then it was that asking too many questions gave you too many answers. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter now.
I started that one for the hardboiled sex story challenge over at... uh... I forgot the name of the site. Well, I wanted to give it a try, but in the end I didn't make the deadline and then I kinda stopped pursuing it.
Even Better Than the Real Thing
Fandom: House
Pairing: House / Wilson
Current word count: 4,400
When the doorbell rang, Wilson only hesitated for a moment before he went to answer it. He stood in front of the door and took a deep breath, then he reached for the knob and turned it.
“Good evening. I’m sorry I’m a little late, but the traffic was worse than expected. I’m coming from…”
“Yes, I know,” Wilson quickly cut off the other man and opened the door farther, beckoning him to come in. Before he closed the door behind them, he cast a look into the empty corridor outside of his apartment.
The man stood in the center of the room, looking a little unsure about how to proceed now. Wilson put on his appeasing smile that he used with patients who came to him worrying about whatever diagnosis his examination might bring. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” he said teasingly.
“Would you enjoy that?” the man replied seriously.
Grooooooan... embarrassing. One of the very first House fics I ever attempted. Didn't really go a long way. Stupid idea, kinda pornish. I don't think I'll ever finish it.
The Way We Were
Fandom: House
Pairing: House / Wilson
Current word count: 10,400
When he opened the door, the glaring neon light of the corridor hit him straight on as he hadn't switched on the light in his room yet and it had already gotten dark. Once his eyes had gotten used to the light and his vision unblurred, James Wilson came into focus.
"What do you want?" House groaned before he could stop himself. He leaned against the doorframe weakly.
Wilson looked taken aback for a moment. "Wow… somehow this isn't exactly what I'd imagined our reunion to be like."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but when I called room service earlier comportment hadn't been on the menu," House replied sarcastically.
Giving him a sizing look, Wilson said, "Looks like you only checked out the beverages menu anyway." When House didn't reply, he added. "Can I come in?"
"What for?"
Wilson sighed. "I thought you'd like to talk to an old friend for a bit, but I guess I was wrong. Sorry to have disturbed you." He turned around and walked away.
Aha! Yes. That's the sequel to "My Favorite Year". I actually plan on finishing that one day. Just gotta see when I'll find the inspiration.
Re-Possession
Fandom: House
Pairing: House / Wilson
Current word count: 25,800
"You've been to the store," Wilson stated, looking at the plastic bags still scattered across the counter.
"Yes, indeed I have! And I'm going to cook us food now!" House said as he walked behind Wilson and pushed him towards the chair and down on it.
Wilson groaned. "Oh please, haven't I suffered enough already?"
"Relax, it's mac and cheese. Not even I can mess those up."
Twenty minutes later they were eating soggy noodle, fused together by some unspeakable mass formerly known as cheese. House watched Wilson poke around in his food listlessly after having taken a couple of polite bites and felt the bitter taste of defeat… or maybe it was just the food.
This is the last story I'm still owing for the hw_exchange. The House ghost story. I really need to finish that too some day or else Kris will never forgive me... *g*
Perfect Stranger
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs / ?
Current word count: 4,700
He sat on his desk. Everything was exactly at the same place as it had been when he had first sat down there. Well, maybe not necessarily the first time. But everything was in its place. There were the monitors to his computer, workstation already signed out and a screensaver cruising across the screen quietly. There was the pencil holder, the tape dispenser, the stapler, the rolodex, the keyboard, mouse, mouse pad, some files spread out in front of him, an empty Starbucks cup… Everything was perfectly in order. Only, it wasn’t.
They had told him at the hospital that this was important, to return to things that were used to him, to follow the regular patterns. And yet… it was difficult. How did you return to a life that no longer was yours?
Meh... My NCIS fic that was so great in theory but then canon had to go ahead and use an idea very similar to mine. That sorta put me off writing for good... :( I still think the idea rocks, though.
Objects in the Rear-View Mirror
Fandom: Uhm... Meatloaf??
Pairing: n/a
Current word count: 6,500
With the back of his hand Matthew wiped across his eyes once and the brief and unusual emotional outburst was over. Then he took another deep breath and grabbed the steering wheel once more. This was the place where everything had started. Oh God, he couldn’t even remember how long ago.
With a shaking hand he reached out for the rear-view mirror and adjusted it. It wasn’t really necessary but he felt the need to do something. The reflection of the small farm house entered the frame of the mirror. The white paint was flaking off the front and vines held the crumbling porch in a firm embrace. Behind it was a large barn which gates stood wide open, presenting the sight of the gaping dusty emptiness inside. A bleached out, formerly green flag was droopily hanging down a pole.
Several minutes Matthew was staring at this house that he once used to be so familiar with. He felt like he was looking at a picture, just a picture, from days gone by. The door to the house opened and an old man stepped outside. He appeared tired and worn-out. Matthew watched him look over to the barn expressionlessly. For a moment he squared his frail shoulders, then picked up the bundle at his feet and walked off. He dragged himself across the dusty yard, so cumbersome and old. Broken like a brittle twig.
I think this is the oldest WIP I have. It must be... ancient, really. Super old. From 1995 or so D:. I wanted to write a story version of the song by Meatloaf. I really should finish it some day because I thought it was a neat idea. But the language makes me cringe a bit... Hah.
Special K
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark / Lex
Current word count: 3,100
“Lex, really… I…” Out of the corner of his eyes Clark noticed the new ring on Lex’s hand. The stone was pitch-black and yet glittering like a diamond. “Oh, nice ring. Is it new?” He just had to ask.
Smiling, Lex lifted his hand to look at it. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? A rare gem.”
“What’s it called?” Clark was so engrossed by the sparkling jewel that he almost flinched when Lex clenched his hand into a fist
“It doesn’t have a name yet.”
“Oh, okay…” Clark gave the ring that was only a few inches away from his face one more glance before directing his attention to Lex again. “What were we talking about again?”
A honk reminded them that the traffic light had changed long ago. Lex shook his head slowly while he put in the gear and drove off again. “We were talking about whether you should come up to my place to study or not.”
“Oh right, now I remember.” Clark stretched languidly and put his arms behind his head, his notes slipping down his lap unnoticed. “Sure, why not! Let’s hit it!”
What the hell? I had totally forgotten about this one! I don't even know where I was going with this story? I'd say this one's completely wrecked! LOL... Also, Smallville??? When did that happen? I must have been drunk when I wrote this... I think this was 2002 or so... *shrug*
Collateral
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack / Ianto, Ianto / OMC
Current word count: 42,200
They stared at each other in breathless tension. The handkerchief slid from Ianto's fingers unchecked and Jack involuntarily surged up until their chests were pressed together and their mouths only inches apart. Jack could feel Ianto's quickened breath brush across his skin and shuddered. He lifted one hand to place it onto the back of the other man's neck, gently guiding his mouth towards his own.
"Please, don't…" Ianto gasped.
Jack stopped. "Why not?"
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut. "It hurts too much."
"It doesn't have to hurt anymore. We can pick up where…"
"No," Ianto whispered. "We can't."
Not even sure if I should include this here... LOL. Well, technically it is a WIP, no? Even though it's the one I'm currently writing on. Although I will admit that I haven't been working on this for two weeks now or so. With granny there and then Tom arriving, birthdays, parties and HP in the middle I just never had the time and patience to write. I really need to get back to it ASAP!
No Retreat
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack / Ianto
Current word count: 2,800
A crimson color appeared on Ianto's face as he lost his composure for a second. "Sir," he stammered as he took a step back, hitting another shelf. "I think that’s a slightly inappropriate thing to say to an employee."
"Oh no," Jack said, following the other man. "As a matter of fact, that's a highly inappropriate thing to say. But I know you love it." He put one hand against the shelf right next to Ianto's head.
"No, I don't," Ianto said and ducked under Jack's arm, slowly edging towards the door.
"The entries in your blog suggest otherwise."
Ianto stopped, frozen to the spot. "You… you've read my blog?" he asked, indignation apparent in his voice. "But that's private!"
Leaning against the shelf, the heel of one foot balancing against the tip of the other, Jack gave Ianto a lazy smile. "If you really didn't want me to find it, you wouldn't have posted it where I could get to it. Pen and paper would have been so much safer." Jack loved seeing Ianto lose his cool like this. "I know all your fantasies, Ianto," he said huskily. "And I can make them come true."
Urgh, that's my response to the get_tw_laid challenge (or however you spell this). Thankfully I realized in time that it sucked and didn't post it. I'm shelfing this for now and as soon as I have the patience to write another fic I'll probably flesh this out some more. But I still have other fics lined up before that, so no dice anytime soon.
When Wolves Meet in the Moonlight
Fandom: Gabriel Knight
Pairing: Gabriel / Friedrich
Current word count: 41,100
”What about von Zell?” Gabriel carefully asked.
Von Glower raised one eyebrow and answered, ”What about him?”
”Nothing, just... I don’t know, he seems to hate me and I don’t know why.”
Friedrich smiled. ”He’s just jealous. He thinks I want you.”
Gabriel turned away his face, blushing at the first admittance of any kind of relationship between von Glower and von Zell.
With a sly grin the Baron added, ”And he’s right, too.”
Oh God... the horror, the horror! I think that's the first slash fic I've ever written! And in my old tradition, I've never actually finished it. Now when I reread it I cringe manifold at the language, the OOTness, the OOCness... but it's a bit like looking at baby pictures, really. It's embarrassing, but makes you just a wee bit nostalgic...
Wicked Game
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan / Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan / Xanatos
Current word count: 21,800
The man gently rocked the unconscious Obi-Wan and smiled to himself, stroking over the spiky hair. Then he got up, pulling the apprentice with him. He reached for Obi-Wan’s hand and looked at the silver ring. With a grim grin he removed the ring and looked at it for a second, turning it thoughtfully between his fingers.
Suddenly he threw the ring high up in the air and with a swift movement he reached under his black cloak, brought forth a lightsaber and activated it. The red blade sizzled as it cut through the air with one stroke and then was sheathed again. The silver ring returned to the counter with a chime. It tottered a bit before it finally settled, showing the lightsaber’s cut that had broken the ring at one side.
The stranger looked at it for a short while. Then he stroked back his hair and revealed a scar in the shape of a broken circle on his right cheek.
Xanatos smiled absent-mindedly.
I have similar sentiments about this one. It's one of the handful of SW fics I started and never finished. I couldn't post the other ones because I have password protected them in a bout of paranoia way back when and now I have no idea how to open them anymore. Maybe it's all for the better... Anyway, I'm actually torn about this one. I still think the idea is awesome, but the language is really rocky at parts, so it'd need major revision. But would anybody still be interested in this? So... no clue.
A Wretched Affair
Fandom: The Phantom of the Opera
Pairing: Erik / Christine, Christine / Raoul, Erik / Raoul
Current word count: 27,600
Raoul walked towards him until he stood right in front of him. Much to Erik’s surprise, there was anger raging on his face. “Dammit, Erik!” It was still odd to hear his name from Raoul’s lips and yet it gave him a ridiculous sense of pride. “You’re just too damn proud. What do I have to do to yank you out of this self-proclaimed prison of yours? What else does it take?”
Erik looked down into Raoul’s tempestuous features, unable to answer this. He didn’t know anything anymore. He opened his mouth, grasping for words to give in reply to this, but before he had the chance to even begin, Raoul reached up to his face with a cry of anger. Erik ducked away, anticipating a blow, but none came. Instead, he felt the cold air on his face, now freed from the mask. Shocked, he covered his face with his hand and stared up at Raoul from his ducking position, his eyes burning.
Meep! That's my Phantom fic! Also never finished... I kinda maneuvered myself into a corner with this one. Not sure where to go with this. It'd probably become massively larger than it already is in order to be anything worthwhile and I don't know if it's worth the hassle, frankly. The fandom is pretty much dead. But I do adore the language in this one. I think I'm writing a pretty awesome Erik! *g* So, who knows....
Man... so many WIPs. I really do suck, don't I?
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Date: 2007-08-04 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-04 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-04 06:08 pm (UTC)Man... so many WIPs. I really do suck, don't I?
*shrugs* I don't think the amount of WIPs one started is in direct relation to one's suckiness. But then, I would say that, since I have even more WIPs in my 'writing' folder...
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Date: 2007-08-04 09:53 pm (UTC)I guess I'm just annoyed with my own inability to finish what I've started! >.<;
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Date: 2007-08-11 06:32 am (UTC)According to WTF rules, just about anything could be posted.
"There is a very broad range of material that can potentially be posted here"
"Not everyone will necessarily think that something is WTF-worthy; this is particularly true of certain strange hobbies, etc. Please be aware that we've got a LOT of members, and so there are a lot of difyferent tastes, here. Try not to take someone else's slack-jawed gaping as a personal attack."
"All posts are currently being placed in a moderation queue before they're being posted to the community. Moderators will look at your post and accept it if it comforms to posting rules and general guidelines"
I made my first post earlier today. I did get two negative comments right away, and shortly after my entry was deleted. Why? I would appreciate something telling me what I did wrong.
Really sorry this got so long.
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Date: 2007-08-11 04:02 pm (UTC)Typically we don't delete posts unless they're obviously only meant to grieve others (huge and/or gross pictures without an lj-cut etc.). Maybe it was a really obvious repost? But even then I'd actually be a bit surprised it got deleted...
Either way, don't let this pull you down! Remember, mods are just people. Sometimes they too are short-fused or easily annoyed and might jump the gun. That doesn't mean everybody hates you and you should never post again! Wtf_inc is a difficult stage to stand on since most people are wittily callous. Sometimes you just need a thick skin and let it slide off you.
Hope you're doing fine now.
Hiya!
Date: 2007-10-10 10:14 pm (UTC)Why not check out my user info and see if we don't have enough in common to add me as a friend? I think you'd be interesting to talk to. :)
Take care,
Joy
Re: Hiya!
Date: 2007-10-22 12:47 am (UTC)We do seem to share an interest in a lot of TV shows and writing. I don't see any particular interest in your user info regarding gay issues which is a big thing for me. But you say you're tolerant and loving, so I assume that won't be a problem for you.
I'm gonna give you a moment to blow the whistle, just in case, but then I'm going to friend you back and see how we get along, hm?