Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

Well, this is officially the longest I've sustained an idea I've had (which might be why people who have known me for a long time are sitting this out, waiting for me to burn out--I get it, I wouldn't trust me either.)

But, I am here! Give me all your Works in Progress!

My only real WiP(s) currently are in the planning stages, which means I'm rewatching an episode of The X-Files over and over and taking notes for a review I'm writing. And I'm in the collecting materials phase in my H2H project(s).

What about you? Leave a snippet or piece and then read/cheerlead others. We're in this together!

Comments

From my Age Gap story

[minoanmiss]

“Ah, and what if I sought to punish you by my own hand?” The Autarch has practiced his stone face for hundreds of years, but it cracks into a smile before Neeshaan’s steady fearlessness shining from starbright eyes.

“I have never had reason to fear your hand,” Neeshaan says, and a massive wave of human emotion washes through the Autarch’s chest. He sweeps Neeshaan up in his arms as he nudges the hidden door open with his foot, and wins a gratifying little shout of surprise.

“Oh, my Lord!” Neeshaan cries out, finally perturbed, as the Autarch tightens his grasp on the slender living body, burying his nose in silken disarrayed waves, breathing in the rich sweetly musky scent. “Oh, I am filthy, I am—“

“Mine,” rumbles the Autarch over his scalp, and Neeshaan quiets, trembling in his arms. The tunnel slopes downwards before them, and the Autarch absentmindedly pushes each rock and pillar aside with his thoughts, carelessly leaving the obstacles strewn behind him. Neeshaan huffs, peering over his shoulder into the darkness, and groans deep in his rib-lined chest, dragging them back into their places with his smaller mortal strength.

The Autarch laughs quietly, for sound echoes mightily in this buried corridor. “A month ago you laid me siege and now you repair my defenses.”

Re: From my Age Gap story

[tjs_whatnot]

Ohhhh! I have no idea who these two are, but I'm super intrigued!

Go you!

Re: From my Age Gap story

[minoanmiss]

*beams at you*

The prompt I'm trying to fulfill is "Demigod ruler and his lover-protege who led a rebellion against him." I STARTED this with ideas of a whole angsty reunion but the Autarch is so proud of his boy it's just not going anywhere but fluff. Characters won't do what you tell them sometimes!

Re: From my Age Gap story

[elrhiarhodan]

Mmmm - I am going to have to keep my eyes peeled for this story. It looks delicious.

Re: From my Age Gap story

[minoanmiss]

blush Thank you very much. :)

[lilly_c]

It's been a bit of a blur lately but I've managed to create some things (small yay) and I'm packed, ready for going to Leeds tomorrow night, I've got my Auntie's funeral some time next week.

I made two wallpapers for Brokenwood fic week, way late but still and my friend is looking over the two fics I've written for it so far too.
somewhere before the dawn (angst prompt) and this time you don't leave (fluff prompt).

[tjs_whatnot]

Those wallpapers are lovely!

Sorry about your aunt. ♥

[lilly_c]

Thanks :)

[sixbeforelunch]

This week I'm mostly working on an exchange fic. It's nearly done, but needs some finishing up and polishing.

No snippit of the exchange fic, obviously, but here's a bit more of the Riker fic since people seem to enjoy it.

Deanna followed him back to Anchorage. Despite the fact that they all had their orders, no one was actually leaving for at least a week. The Eian, the Pulsar, and the Kiri-kin-tha were all several days out from Earth, and the Enterprise was still being repaired. It was late afternoon and the sun had already set when they got back. Without a word between them, she followed him to his hotel room.

There was still sand between his toes. Transporters were weird. One minute you were on a beach in the sunshine, the next back in Alaska and it was dark and snowing outside.

"I need a shower," he said, tossing his coat over the back of the chair. The transporter station had a replicator specifically for people who beamed in from warmer climates and needed winter weather gear. He glanced at her. "Join me?" he asked, his heart hammering in his chest.

"No," Deanna said. "Thank you." She turned on the news.

Will took his lead from her, and stayed casual. He showered, and then she showered, and then they got into bed together, both of them in freshly replicated pajamas. The news was still on, and Deanna rested her head on his shoulder while they watched.

"--Starfleet confirmed that the Tian An Men is missing. The ship was assigned to patrol along the Federation-Cardassian border. Starfleet would not comment on any theories regarding the disappearance, but sources within the organization say that the Jem'Hadar are suspected. In other news, rumors about a possible non-aggression treaty between Bajor and the Dominion continue to circulate, although as yet nothing has been confirmed."

"Will?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm scared."

"I know. Me too."

"--the Federation Constitution explicitly forbids Starfleet from engaging in any form of Federation-level military conscription. However, individual member worlds may draft their citizens according to their own laws. For more on this--"

"Save me from draftees," Will said, and turned off the news. "I don't want anyone on my ship who didn't ask to be there."

"It won't get that bad," Deanna said.

"Won't it? After half a decade of periodic Borg incursions that take dozens of ships out every time? After that pointless war with the Klingons? After two years of increasing destabilization throughout the quadrant that's had us getting into skirmishes at the borders with Orion pirates and Klingon mercenaries?"

Deanna played with the edge of the sheet. "Tell me about the Kiri-kin-tha."

"She's a Miranda-class retrofit. Crew compliment of 143. Eleven decks. Bow to stern 237.6 meters. Primary power system is a KR13-W raised hull matter/antimatter reactor. What else do you want to know?"

"Weapons?"

"Six RW-12C twin mount phaser banks. Four Mk42 Mod-3 direct-fire torpedo tubes. It's a bog-standard Miranda-class ship. Workhorse of the Federation for over a century. Come on, Deanna, you're a bridge officer. I was there. I passed you. You know all of this."

She slid down and rested her head on his chest, over his heart. Reaching across him, she took his hand. She was trembling slightly against him.

"They're tough ships," he said. A Miranda wouldn't be his first choice in a battle--they didn't maneuver as well as a lot of others, and they had some weak spots especially in the forward saucer--but he wasn't going to tell Deanna that.

She was working herself up to something, he could feel it. He rubbed her back with one hand. "Deanna, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know," she said. "Tonight can we just sleep? Together, like this?"

"Yeah. Of course." He pulled the blankets over them and turned out the lights.

[lightbird]

You do such a good job conveying how easy and natural Riker and Troi are with each other.

[sixbeforelunch]

Thank you!

[tjs_whatnot]

D'aww this was lovely, with just a hint of foreboding. Great job!

[sixbeforelunch]

Thanks!

[lightbird]

In a holding pattern right now. I've still been trying to write the prompt for my last genprompt_bingo square for weeks but offline stuff is interfering. :(

[sixbeforelunch]

Wishing you the best with the offline stuff. ♥

[lightbird]

Thank you!

[tjs_whatnot]

Damn offline stuff! Here's hoping we both get free of it soon.

[elrhiarhodan]

{{hugs}}

Hope your off-line stuff resolves and leaves your life with more room for what's important - being creative.

[lightbird]

Thank you. The worst part is over as of today fortunately. :)

[elrhiarhodan]

A little late to the party this week! Not feeling so wonderful (winter blahs, mostly), but I have had success on the wording front (if nowhere else).

1 - Age Gap Exchange is at the 20k point and I'm just a little bit stuck. I don't know if the story needs another 5k or 15k.

2 - Smut Swap assignments came out last Friday, and I figured that this one could be short and sweet (and smutty). Alas, my prompt got plot and it's almost 6k with about 1k of smut.

3 - Finished three pieces of artwork for the Kingsman Reverse Bang. I am stoked about this! I can create one more prompt, and will probably do so this weekend.

4 - I hooked up with the winner of my FTH auction and sketched out a very interesting story idea. She knows that I probably will not start working on it until late spring, after the KRB stories are turned in.

5 - Haven't made much progress on my H2H project in about 3 weeks. I really need to get back on that.

Here's a snippet from something original that I'm working on (yes, I occasionally will write original fic. Occasionally)

Meryl Coruun'h stands at the viewport and watches as the shuttle approaches the Imperial carrier. It's a big ship, to say the least. Big and new, and from the lack of scarring on the gleaming golden hull, it looks like it's never been anywhere close to a battle. Meryl should resent that the Imperium is wealthy enough that it can keep such a huge vessel for mere ceremonial purposes.

Not that the attendant ships are similarly unscarred. There are dozens of cruiser and destroyer class vessels arranged in formation around the carrier, with hundreds of small fighters zipping about. Meryl knows that this grouping is just a tiny part of an Imperial fleet that seems to grow daily. He's loathe to admit that he admires the technology that powers this beauty and is envious of the Imperium's ability to produce it. The Imperium is, after all, the enemy.

If ever there would be a sign that the Confederation's time is over, this is it. The assets that are arrayed before Meryl are mind-boggling. He wonders why the Imperium hasn't simply swatted the Confederation out of existence. It could, and be home in time for supper, as the old saying goes.

"Imperial flashiness and waste - it's disgusting." Dezyl Coruun, Meryl's mother's sibling and the High Chancellor of the Confederation Council, is a fanatical devotee on the Right God. She looks at the casual display of Imperial might and likely thinks that the funds used to build the carrier and its attendant group would be better used to build temples and bring the True Word to the unsanctified.

And burn those who would not convert.

[tjs_whatnot]

OMG! You are amazing! Is there nothing that you can't do?!?! This original piece is so great and that last line? SCORCHING. Literally. ;)