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"Evil Author Meme", stolen from menamebphil who strole it from Invaderk, who stole it from kuriadalmatia, who stole it from dragonladyk.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or appeals to you, or whatever, and I'll post a snippet!
Hells' Heart (Original)
Five Things That Never ( Read more... )
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or appeals to you, or whatever, and I'll post a snippet!
Hells' Heart (Original)
Five Things That Never ( Read more... )
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It's probably for the best.
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Unfortunately, I don't think I have any actually interesting snippets from 'Bro and Terezi Make a Porno' since I just wrote the first little bit and then scrapped that first little bit and then wrote other stuff instead. So here you go!
Also, this is terribly written. The long and short of it is "Terezi goes to live with the Striders and Bro and her become mashed brotatoes and she eats ketchup and strawberry milkshakes".
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TT: An odd occurence in the Lalonde household.
TT: Two old friends by the name of Kanaya Maryam and Karkat Vantas have arrived this week.
- and two days later Terezi Pyrope was knocking at his door.
Dave inhaled sharply and noted with irritation that she wasn't even trying to hide her weird skin colour or her horns; she waved at him coyly, tapping her cane over the threshold in exploration ( ... )
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What I just typed made absolutely no sense, but my point stands.
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A dead man's palms did not sweat. His pulse could not misbehave, jump his heart irregularly. If his breath caught in his throat, it was only a force of habit. Standing outside Aleyna's cell, Lazaar's body was impassive, but his mind was a whirlwind. This was not how he'd planned it, imagined it. Aleyna was an anachronistic saviour in his dreams, her lips pressed to his as a cold blade slid through his clammy flesh. She wasn't supposed to get caughtHesitantly, Lazaar cracked open the cell door, allowing it to fall open from its own weight. The room was tiny, leaky, dark and rank. His nose rankled at the smell of stagnant blood, his long dormant Death Knight senses firing off somewhere in the back of his putrefied brain. Aleyna was gone. Furrowing his heavy brow darkly, Lazaar edged into the room and examined the walls and floor. Her blood was pooled on the dirt along with a spool of dirty cloth and ( ... )
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This is anime-canonish, but I like to pretend that Chris Mustang is all canons.
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It was a bad idea.
Roy had been thinking how bad an idea it was while he buttoned up his suit jacket. He thought it while he knotted his tie, dabbed on the colongue and readjusted his eyepatch. It wasn't until he was on the train that it really hit him.
"Edward," he said suddenly, "This will go badly."
Beside him, Edward bristled, his automail hand creaking audibly around his the ridges of his book. He tipped his head to the side mildly, but did not take his eye off the text. The only sound he made after that was the turning of the page indicating that it was going to be one of those train rides ( ... )
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Pinako Rockbell was an exceptionally perceptive woman but even she looked shocked to see Roy shadowing her Edward at the door. Their dark jackets were snow-dusted and Ed's breath came out in billowing puffs as he insisted, "No, no, Auntie- he's here with me." before roughly grabbing the older man's hand (with his automail) and yanking him into the house.
Roy tried to make with polite greetings ("Brigadier General Armstrong sends his regar-") but Edward had both determination and destination. When their boots were kicked off and their wet coats hung soundly, Ed planted them both on the couch in the living room and set Roy's hand firmly on his knee. Roy stared at his hand with his single eye and felt his palms begin to sweat. Winry was staring at them open mouthed and gaping. Pinako was chewing her pipe in heavy contemplation but Edward just smiled too hard and asked: "So where's Al?"
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Ed: DAMMIT, ROY, I'M GOING TO MAKE IT DAMN WELL OBVIOUS THAT I'M FUCKING YOU >O YOU HAD BETTER JUST DEAL
It's too bad you're not going to finish this. XD I would love to see more.
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The most exciting discovery of Week Two is ketchup.
Terezi discovers ketchup at a truck-stop diner called “Lou’s” and empties the entire bottle onto her plate; Dave pities the limp french fries struggling to keep afloat in the tomato apeshit apocalypse as she drinks it like a soup and scrapes the remnants off with her fingers, licking each sharp digit thoroughly just in case she missed some. It’s something a five year old would do, but here is Terezi Pyrope- six solar sweeps and four earth years old- cheerfully lapping processed tomato sauce from her palm while Dave tries to think of ways to describe this girl without being disrespectful.
The waitress gives them the stink eye so he gives her the helpless shrug-girl is loco finger spin one-two combo and tops it off with a coy tip of his shades and a wink as he slides her a generous tip. Terezi only quirks an eyebrow when the waitress slaps his ass on the way out ( ... )
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AHAHAHHHAHHA. >:] > :] >:]
also dude, IRONIC ROAD TRIPS. everything i have ever wanted.
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I CHOOSE THIS
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GOTTA MASH TOGETHER NOTES FROM ACROSS LIKE THREE TEXT FILES.
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