Plz to be getting this shit done, AP, what is wrong with you
WIP meme to maybe kick my ass into finishing some of these.
Let's start with the time sensitive ones, shall we?
FMA, Ed/Al for the fma_slashfest, due on the 2nd. Almost 2k words. No sign of the actual prompt yet, although both porn and plot have already happened. :|
"Shit," was all Al said, when he finally pulled himself together and was able to roll over to look up at Ed, propped on his elbow beside him, grin firmly in place.
"That's all you have to say to me?" Ed asked him, all exasperation and mock outrage, and Al could only huff out a weak laugh.
DGM, (Alma/)Kanda/Allen. This started as my attempt to fic out my feelings regarding the three of them and their relationships with each other, and somewhere along the way turned into 3k+ words of plot. 213 (FIVE DAYS WHAT) may or may not Joss the shit out of it.
Allen Walker climbs his way to headquarters not two months later, and Kanda hates him almost as much as he did Alma, with the same stupid smiles and the same stupid penchant for making friends, like the Order was some place to have a life.
Allen reminds Kanda of Alma, and that is somewhere Kanda never wants to be again.
Months pass, though, and Allen worms his way into Kanda's life just like he did all those years ago. Unlike with Alma, though, Kanda can't bring himself to like Allen-he can't bring himself to care for someone quite like that ever again.
And, later:
Kanda frowns, and then Neah is staring him in the face.
Kanda recoils from the sudden change in Allen's features, the way someone else stares out from Allen's eyes, but he seems to have forgotten that his hand is still fisted in the front of Allen's shirt, and he makes no move to let it go.
"You hate the Order, right?" Neah asks him, apropos of nothing, and the abrupt about-face in the proceedings throws Kanda completely.
"What?" Kanda asks him reflexively, stupidly, too panicked to actually do anything but stare at Neah in confusion.
Neah doesn't seem in the least bit concerned. "I've got the Beansprout's memories, you know," Neah explains, and Kanda wants to smack him for his casual use of the nickname alone, "so I know all about you, Kanda Yuu." Neah raises his eyes the necessary two inches to meet Kanda's own, and offers him a smile that Kanda's never seen on Allen's face.
Let's move on to the ones I've been writing for months.
FMA, Jesus is an alchemist, aka the CoS Fic O' Doom, wherein Ed is sleeping with Alfons and trying to get back to Amestris and Al is dreaming through Alfons's eyes. Currently I have it split into three different documents, because I can't look at it all at once without going crazy. Over 10k words so far (and lolz it's not even close to being done), notes and prose together. This fic is my baby, but I'm so overwhelmed by it most of the time because it is an organizational nightmare.
Some Ed pov:
But the more he reads, the more he's sure that that's what he's found. From ancient Judaism to more modern Christianity, the course of his research leads him to the gospels, and through flashes of memories of things he'd seen in the windows of a church in a city underground, he reads about the prophet Jesus-miracle healings, food multiplications, the raising of Lazarus; he reads of earthquakes and sacrifice and resurrections, and in the end, he's left without a doubt in his mind.
There is a way to do alchemy in this world.
Al:
Al tries to dodge Izumi's kick but stumbles, like he momentarily lost his center of gravity. Her blow lands directly on his shoulder and he falls back with a grunt of pain.
Izumi raises an eyebrow in question, but is otherwise impassive as she gives Al a hand and hoists him to his feet.
"Sorry, Teacher," Al says, even though he's the one who won't be able to lift his arm tomorrow. "Thought I was…bigger, there, for a moment."
Now, though, surprise shows openly on her face. "Do you mean you're regaining your memories? You remember the armor?"
Al hesitates, unsure how to explain the vividness of his dreams, the way he's another person entirely when he sleeps, the way that the feeling lingers like it's a part of him.
Alfons:
Alfons still catches Ed staring at him, sometimes, with that look Ed gets like there's nothing in the world but him, like nothing else matters. But it's the same way he looks at Gracia, and Hughes, and it's the look he gets when he talks about his home, and his brother; and Alfons thinks that the way Ed looks at him has really nothing to do with him, after all.
Yeah, it's essentially three fics woven into one. Good times all around. This fic is never getting finished.
Moving on.
A:TLA, Sokka/Zuko, wherein basically Sokka and Zuko angst about losing their sisters and sleep with each other in the meantime.
He doesn't say anything about it to the others, of course he doesn't. They already think he's a freak-he doesn't need to add the fact that he's been sleeping with his psychotic sister for most of his pubescent life.
But it doesn't take him long to read the signs. He watches Sokka and Katara and can't help but come to certain conclusions, can't help but recognize in others what he knows so well in himself.
Of course, he doesn't say anything about that, either.
DGM, Cross/Allen future!fic.
Cross tastes like the cigarettes he smokes but with a hint of sweetness from the alcohol, and Allen is reminded of a million things at once, but nothing so strong as the smell of clean sheets under Cross Marian's care, that acrid smell of tobacco the most comforting thing Allen's known since Mana was alive to smile at him.
Allen's hand goes immediately to Cross's hip and he tugs him closer, their hips slotting into place against each other. Cross breaks off the kiss to rest his forehead against Allen's, and there's something so intimate about the gesture that Allen's breath catches for reasons that have nothing to do with the actual kissing.
And now one that I feel terrible about:
Tron: Legacy, Sam/Tronzler, for an apocalypse prompt at the kink meme. Posted about 7k words of it in, uh, July, but I have actually been working on it off and on since, just not enough to have finished it--they're just now both starting to go crazy.
Sam wonders, vaguely, when he stopped caring about Tron. But then again, he doesn't even know when he stopped caring about himself.
And later:
Ironically, it is Tron's lack of response that makes Sam feel anything at all.
He thinks that maybe Tron should leave him, that Tron deserves better; but then he thinks that, maybe, Tron doesn't have anywhere else to go.
They keep moving.
Ugh, there are actually a lot more small ones here and there, but these are the ones I'm actually really invested in.
So! Motivation. Where can I download it?
DW post here. Comment there? |
Let's start with the time sensitive ones, shall we?
FMA, Ed/Al for the fma_slashfest, due on the 2nd. Almost 2k words. No sign of the actual prompt yet, although both porn and plot have already happened. :|
"Shit," was all Al said, when he finally pulled himself together and was able to roll over to look up at Ed, propped on his elbow beside him, grin firmly in place.
"That's all you have to say to me?" Ed asked him, all exasperation and mock outrage, and Al could only huff out a weak laugh.
DGM, (Alma/)Kanda/Allen. This started as my attempt to fic out my feelings regarding the three of them and their relationships with each other, and somewhere along the way turned into 3k+ words of plot. 213 (FIVE DAYS WHAT) may or may not Joss the shit out of it.
Allen Walker climbs his way to headquarters not two months later, and Kanda hates him almost as much as he did Alma, with the same stupid smiles and the same stupid penchant for making friends, like the Order was some place to have a life.
Allen reminds Kanda of Alma, and that is somewhere Kanda never wants to be again.
Months pass, though, and Allen worms his way into Kanda's life just like he did all those years ago. Unlike with Alma, though, Kanda can't bring himself to like Allen-he can't bring himself to care for someone quite like that ever again.
And, later:
Kanda frowns, and then Neah is staring him in the face.
Kanda recoils from the sudden change in Allen's features, the way someone else stares out from Allen's eyes, but he seems to have forgotten that his hand is still fisted in the front of Allen's shirt, and he makes no move to let it go.
"You hate the Order, right?" Neah asks him, apropos of nothing, and the abrupt about-face in the proceedings throws Kanda completely.
"What?" Kanda asks him reflexively, stupidly, too panicked to actually do anything but stare at Neah in confusion.
Neah doesn't seem in the least bit concerned. "I've got the Beansprout's memories, you know," Neah explains, and Kanda wants to smack him for his casual use of the nickname alone, "so I know all about you, Kanda Yuu." Neah raises his eyes the necessary two inches to meet Kanda's own, and offers him a smile that Kanda's never seen on Allen's face.
Let's move on to the ones I've been writing for months.
FMA, Jesus is an alchemist, aka the CoS Fic O' Doom, wherein Ed is sleeping with Alfons and trying to get back to Amestris and Al is dreaming through Alfons's eyes. Currently I have it split into three different documents, because I can't look at it all at once without going crazy. Over 10k words so far (and lolz it's not even close to being done), notes and prose together. This fic is my baby, but I'm so overwhelmed by it most of the time because it is an organizational nightmare.
Some Ed pov:
But the more he reads, the more he's sure that that's what he's found. From ancient Judaism to more modern Christianity, the course of his research leads him to the gospels, and through flashes of memories of things he'd seen in the windows of a church in a city underground, he reads about the prophet Jesus-miracle healings, food multiplications, the raising of Lazarus; he reads of earthquakes and sacrifice and resurrections, and in the end, he's left without a doubt in his mind.
There is a way to do alchemy in this world.
Al:
Al tries to dodge Izumi's kick but stumbles, like he momentarily lost his center of gravity. Her blow lands directly on his shoulder and he falls back with a grunt of pain.
Izumi raises an eyebrow in question, but is otherwise impassive as she gives Al a hand and hoists him to his feet.
"Sorry, Teacher," Al says, even though he's the one who won't be able to lift his arm tomorrow. "Thought I was…bigger, there, for a moment."
Now, though, surprise shows openly on her face. "Do you mean you're regaining your memories? You remember the armor?"
Al hesitates, unsure how to explain the vividness of his dreams, the way he's another person entirely when he sleeps, the way that the feeling lingers like it's a part of him.
Alfons:
Alfons still catches Ed staring at him, sometimes, with that look Ed gets like there's nothing in the world but him, like nothing else matters. But it's the same way he looks at Gracia, and Hughes, and it's the look he gets when he talks about his home, and his brother; and Alfons thinks that the way Ed looks at him has really nothing to do with him, after all.
Yeah, it's essentially three fics woven into one. Good times all around. This fic is never getting finished.
Moving on.
A:TLA, Sokka/Zuko, wherein basically Sokka and Zuko angst about losing their sisters and sleep with each other in the meantime.
He doesn't say anything about it to the others, of course he doesn't. They already think he's a freak-he doesn't need to add the fact that he's been sleeping with his psychotic sister for most of his pubescent life.
But it doesn't take him long to read the signs. He watches Sokka and Katara and can't help but come to certain conclusions, can't help but recognize in others what he knows so well in himself.
Of course, he doesn't say anything about that, either.
DGM, Cross/Allen future!fic.
Cross tastes like the cigarettes he smokes but with a hint of sweetness from the alcohol, and Allen is reminded of a million things at once, but nothing so strong as the smell of clean sheets under Cross Marian's care, that acrid smell of tobacco the most comforting thing Allen's known since Mana was alive to smile at him.
Allen's hand goes immediately to Cross's hip and he tugs him closer, their hips slotting into place against each other. Cross breaks off the kiss to rest his forehead against Allen's, and there's something so intimate about the gesture that Allen's breath catches for reasons that have nothing to do with the actual kissing.
And now one that I feel terrible about:
Tron: Legacy, Sam/Tronzler, for an apocalypse prompt at the kink meme. Posted about 7k words of it in, uh, July, but I have actually been working on it off and on since, just not enough to have finished it--they're just now both starting to go crazy.
Sam wonders, vaguely, when he stopped caring about Tron. But then again, he doesn't even know when he stopped caring about himself.
And later:
Ironically, it is Tron's lack of response that makes Sam feel anything at all.
He thinks that maybe Tron should leave him, that Tron deserves better; but then he thinks that, maybe, Tron doesn't have anywhere else to go.
They keep moving.
Ugh, there are actually a lot more small ones here and there, but these are the ones I'm actually really invested in.
So! Motivation. Where can I download it?
DW post here. Comment there? |