Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

It's 11:50. Yay! Just under the wire. GO ME!

So, whatcha working on?

I just FINALLY finished my essay for the X-Files book thingy. Only a gazillion days late, but oh well. I'm really worried it won't be funny enough. The guy who puts this out really likes things to be fun to read. He's super quirky and so is the books he puts out. So, my first mistake was choosing a story that had serious faults and then watching it over and over and getting more and more irritated. Don't get me wrong, I really love what I've seen of X-Files so far and find it very interesting and clever and I want to marry and grow old with both Mulder and Scully. But, well, there are a few shows that are rather problematic. And yes, I choose one of those ("Shapes" in case you were wondering--the fuckin' Twilight of X-Files stories--i.e. Native American werwolves ffs!) So, I went with a clever concept instead of haha funny. Wish me luck.

To celebrate my victory of actually finishing something, I am now enjoying the sweet--AMAZING--treats that minoanmiss sent me. ♥ In a related quandary; is it the proper way to eat Dulce de Leche just straight out of the tub? Asking for a friend.

Alright, so give us a little snippet/snapshot of what you are working on. Then come back and share in others' works in progress to cheer on/commiserate. Also, how do you celebrate your little (or big) victories?

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[tielan]

If Dashani was rainforest, then North Raotongu was warm sand and open sea and salt-drenched wood. He looked her over, summed her up with an open interest. "So you'll be Peter's replacement for us?"

"I doubt I'll replace him," Tana said, keeping her voice level.

"Personally, at least," said Marc dela Cruz. "Specialist Hareilly."

He'd stayed back a little, almost like the rearguard keeping a lookout as the others went in for the kill. Still, he looked every inch the leader of the group - handsome and stern, a face of classical masculine beauty that wouldn't look out of place on an advertising poster, his expression stiff and almost prim as he looked Tana over. For a few seconds, Tana though he might not even offer her the courtesy of a handshake. THen he stepped forward and held out a hand.

Coiled smoke and darkness slid along her veins like quicksilver, prickling her skin and stroking her senses like a caress. Tana wasn't prepared for the sudden yearning that opened up in her like a pit, a trapdoor to which he'd turned out to have a key.

She hid it - she hoped she hid the sudden roll of lust in her belly. And if he sensed anything from her, nothing showed in his expression but polite calm.

"We're sorry to have inconvenienced you by trying to hold the meeting at the house," he said briskly. "It would have allowed you to see where you'd be kept."

Tana scrambled for her words. "I can see the house at any point. It's customary to have the first meeting at the Anchor board."

"And you like keeping customs."

"I like knowing where I stand."

[tjs_whatnot]

Ohhhh! This is enchanting--I love your language of things--what is it a part of?

[tielan]

It's a scene from the urban fantasy novel I'm presently writing.

[tjs_whatnot]

wowl Excellent!

Good job and good luck!

&heaerts;

[elrhiarhodan]

There's no reason not to eat dulce de leche out of the container. But if you have chocolate ice cream, that's a good combination. (Also, some insulin).

And speaking of being funny - I read your first paragraph and thought it said "X-Men" and I'm wondering when did Mulder and Scully get powers and who's side are they on? Also, WHAT powers?

Okay, okay, it's early and I haven't had coffee yet.

I'm feverishly working on my fic for the Just Married exchange. It's a Kingsman story but based on this image:



(Prince Kit from Cinderella and Harry and Eggsy from Kingsman: The Golden Circle).

Just a little explanation - my corner of the fandom is eternally fan-casting Richard Madden as an OC because of Rocketman. Also, he's always named Sebastian.

So, after all of that, here's the snippet:

Several hours later, following an exhausting meeting with the Danish ambassador, Lord Hart finds Sebastian in one of the gardens restricted to use by the royal family. It's Sebastian's private retreat, a place he uses to regroup after a hard day. He'd claimed it when he was a teenager, after his father's sudden passing. It's a wild place, filled with plants designed to attract butterflies.

He's watching a pair of orange and black butterflies lay eggs over a patch of purple thistles when he hears footsteps on the gravel. For a moment, Sebastian's heart starts racing. Guards don't usually accompany him into the gardens, but he calms down when he sees who his visitor is.

And Lord Hart doesn't seem much interesting in Sebastian - he's dropped to one knee to exam the egg-layers. When he looks up at Sebastian, he smiles and Sebastian is struck by how young and carefree the man looks.

"Pearl-bordered Fritillaries. I've never seen ones in the wild."

"You know about butterflies?"

"I once thought to make a study of them, to become a lepidopterist. Life had other uses for me, however."

"To become a spy? A tailor?"

"Yes." Hart gestures to the space on the bench. "May I sit, Your Highness."

Sebastian nods. "Please, be my guest."

Lord Hart sits, but he doesn't say anything. He is still distracted by the butterflies - or seems that way. Sebastian tries to school himself to patience, but patience has never really been his strong suit. He's always favored plain speaking rather than verbal gamesmanship, at least amongst allies.

Finally, Lord Hart speaks. "I had an interesting conversation with Her Majesty a little while ago."

Sebastian is at a loss. "About what?"

"Your interest in my agent, in Galahad."

"Oh." Oh.

"You have to understand just how important an undercover agent's identity is, how much time and effort goes into building a persona that can withstand even the deepest scrutiny. You are, right now, in the limelight - no matter that you won't step off of North Clarack until the Isles' security can be assured. But there are people here who will take notice of you and your doings and make them public."

Sebastian frowns, he's not unaware of the paparazzi who've taken up residence in Airésaig, hoping for pictures of him and his mother. The locals are protective of their queen and her heir, doing their best to foil the foreigners, but Sebastian knows that it's likely that some intrepid reporter will breach security. It's happened at Buckingham Palace, it could happen here.

"I just want to know about the man who saved my life, my mother's life. I'm not interested in dating him."

"You're not?"

Now Sebastian flushes. "I don't date straight men, no matter how beautiful they are."

"Galahad is bisexual."

Sebastian freezes. That's one bit of information he desperately didn't want to know - not if he ever wants to sleep again. "Is that the only thing you're willing to tell me?" To torment me with?

Lord Hart gives him an indecipherable look. "I'm still trying to figure out why you are so desperate for information. Vulgar curiosity isn't going to cut it."

"I can't stop thinking about him, he haunts my days."

"And your nights?"

"You go too far, Lord Hart." Sebastian gets to his feet, hands curled into fists. He's never physically struck out at anyone, but Sebastian thinks he just might punch Harry Fucking Hart in the face.

Of course, Lord Hart gets to his feet, he's too well-bred to stay seated when royalty stands. He's also a good half a foot taller than Sebastian, and despite his age, looks to be a man who can both take and give a punch.

"My apologies, Your Highness, I meant no insult. Galahad is very dear to me."

"You love him?" Sebastian now thinks he understands the man's reluctance to share any information.

[minoanmiss]

That concept is as delicious as dulce de Leche, and I love how you're fulfilling it. :D

[tjs_whatnot]

Ohhhhhh! Intrigue! Tell me nore, tell me MOOOOORE!!!

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[minoanmiss]

*grins at you* Eat it However You Want.

[tjs_whatnot]

Haha. I might have given the impression that I have poured it indecently down my gullet in one anxious gulp. But the truth is, I am slowly, oh so slowly treating myself to a small spoonful a night. It is pretty much the perfect dessert type thing. So delicious and creamy and smooth that it only takes that small amount to feel the sweet tooth's appeasement. ♥ And OMG! The other things too! You are awesome!!

♥♥ THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!

[minoanmiss]

No, no, I figured you were eating it off spoons. :)

[tjs_whatnot]

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[silveradept]

One of my WIPs stopped being one, and a lot of other stuff is assignment-related, but I do have a snippet that's something I'm looking to see if it's properly creepy or not.

He looked through the rain. Hawk Moth and Ladybug both looked like they'd spent the last two weeks fighting each other
Which, in essence, they had. They locked eyes again and—was his Lady singing?

"Form your armies,
Dream your dreams.
Make your plans and plot your schemes.
Send your a-ku-mas, one and all…"

A blur of red buzzed around Ladybug, breaking apart several of the weapons the akumatized citizens were attempting to use on her. Several purple butterflies floated out from their remains.

"Then in batlle…"

Ladybug's yo-yo snapped out and grabbed one of the purple butterflies, purifying it and releasing it.

"Watch."

Snap.

"Them."

Snap.

"FALL."

Hawk Moth charged as the last of the butterflies floated away. Chat Noir leapt in front of his Lady, blocking Hawk Moth's advance and driving him off.

The reference music is "Divide", by Jeff and Casey Lee Williams.

[tjs_whatnot]

Ohhhh. I like this. I don't know them or the situation enough to gauge its creepiness, but I will say it's intriguing.

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[lightbird]

Congratulations on finishing the essay!

I'm still staring at the prompts on my 3 bingo cards and getting nowhere. :(

Here to say hi again and check out other people's WIPs.

[tjs_whatnot]

Hi!

Hope inspiration comes soon.

For both of us.

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[lilly_c]

Congrats on finishing the essay :) and yes, some X-Files eps are problematic there's a few in each season.

not_primetime revealed at the weekend and I can share now that I wrote these two pinch hits Stuck behind the glass and the walls are closing in and And the earth cracks where you're standing both are ST: Voyager and teen rated.

I may have finally got a start on my summer mini challenge table. I haven't been feeling anything I've got in my notebook so far but I managed to salvage a little something that I should be posting tomorrow.

[tjs_whatnot]

Thanks!

Yeah, there are some problematic ones, but isn't there always in almost anything? In fact, I think this episode and my review of it might be bearing the weight of every shows Very Special Native Episode. Ooooops.

Congrats of finishing things and pinch hitting things!

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