- I have officially tried big bangs. They don't work very well for me, at least not on the front of stress, fic that's high enough quality for what I like to produce, or anything close to satisfying original fiction. The more research required, the worse off I am. I have one successful fic from a big bang, and that's Transition, the tropeyiest MI4 fic to probably ever trope (friends in denial to lovers, baby acquisition, kidfic, with animal transformations). The original fic suffered badly from lack of time to push through the plotty actiony bits (you know, the stuff I suck at writing), and the other fic didn't even happen. :laughs sorrowfully:
- That said, due to big bangs being very much not. my. thing., I am not going to attempt NanoWrimo this year, and that's that.
- That said, I've been doing poorly at getting back on the original fiction pony, and
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trovia's and thecatisacritic's gift fics have suffered as a result. My confidence went by way of sandusky with aforementioned failed original fic big bang fic and so I've been trying pretty desperately to get it back. A few snippets and a start on a fic off to the incomparably wonderful in_the_blue have helped, but I wouldn't call myself out of the woods yet. So sorry, you two. I am the worst of friends when it comes to giving fic. Honestly, I'm soooo blessed you all love me anyway.
- Speaking of which, I swear all that fic I've promised you, geckoholic, is eventually coming. I even have snippets!
- And all that said, I'm thinking if I'm smart, I'll hit my bingos and my orginal fiction in the open period between wrapping the exchanges I have and Yuletide.
- But there's that fic for findthesea I've been headbanging on... And treats! And all that Rogue/Remy fic I still haven't gotten back to this year. And all that original fic.
So that's the random update on the crazy overextended plate that is my perennial lot. Love you all and hope you are wiser than I. :hugs:
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Date: 2015-09-13 05:43 am (UTC)Treats are supposed to be fun, and only if you're inspired and have the time to write them. The 21st date is just if you want your treat in before stories are revealed, but we leave the prompts open for gifts until the next year's exchange so there's really no rush.
There's also no need to write any! INMF is a tiny exchange and we rarely get anyone but me writing more than one story. There's absolutely no pressure for that.
There, I said it! ♥
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Date: 2015-09-13 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-13 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-13 11:36 am (UTC)I think you're good. Swear. :)
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Date: 2015-09-13 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-13 09:47 pm (UTC)I get stuck, and then I have too much work for which I'm paid, and then I turn into a lazy baby, and then I have a ton of ideas but don't make any of them happen, and then I sit down to write and can't, and then I start something new which ALSO doesn't get finished....
It's BRUTAL! :)
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Date: 2015-09-13 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-13 01:15 pm (UTC)That said, I would so not mind snippets ;D
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Date: 2015-09-13 04:35 pm (UTC)(please note, these are draft material, incomplete, and possibly wildly imperfect; skipping the sketches that are not snippety enough yet)
#001
Clint drifted awake to the sensation of Kate moving around in the bed and...rope?...sliding across his skin. He blinked his eyes open and stared at the mouth-scrunched look of concentration on her face, the way strands of her black hair fell wildly over her shoulders, her flushed cheek, her bitten lip.
"What are you doing?" he asked softly.
Her gaze snapped to his. She grinned, fingers pausing on the rope. She pulled the length over his arm taut for a brief moment. "Practicing."
Clint looked over her handiwork, experimentally flexed against the knots. "Somebody's been taking lessons."
She stared at him for a long moment, worrying at her lower lip with her teeth, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Then slowly, with plenty of time for Clint to protest, she lay one hand against his bare skin and skimmed upward over his ribs.
He shuddered.
She paused, looked at him brazenly, and raised her brows at him in question.
He tested the knots and the rope winding over him with more seriousness. It didn't give, and he couldn't wriggle out without seriously dislocating something.
The realization made his heart speed up and his mouth go dry. "Kate?"
More slowly than before, gaze locked with his, she lowered her mouth to his body just above her hand. She broke off staring and kissed over her fingertips, lightly brushing the skin between two ribs at the same time. Feather light touches--half ticklish, half arousing, and nothing he could do to make them harder. He jerked up against her hand, her face, but she moved with him, tantalizingly just out of reach, then lifted her head to grin at him. It shot heat straight to his groin, and he was breathing hard.
"Kate." Even to him, his voice sounded rough. He was barely holding it together, and there was no way Kate was even close to wound up yet. They had just gotten started.
Kate leaned in close, hair trailing in scattered, delicate lines over his chest, and murmured close to his mouth--too close, "I take it back. I like bondage."
#002
It wasn't supposed to be like this, Natasha thought to herself uncomfortably. She had long gotten over her love for Clint in his awkward, sweet phase that he hit somewhere along the way of realizing he wanted to be a hero and actually becoming one. She had settled into comfortable friendship with him, and that was better, being his partner like they began, being there for him through all his healthy and disastrous relationships, and never having to worry about what would happen if they fell out of love.
Then Kate had to happen.
What's in a name? Matching purple, matching arrows, and the same cockiness and selflessness handed down as if they were actually related. Like Hawkeye, like Hawkeye.
But they weren't. Related, that is.
And Kate was in that awkward, sweet phase of becoming a hero and dealing with the harsher realities of the life she'd chosen and generally growing up more than enough to make Clint start taking a second glance and feeling more than guilty about it. (Stubborn idiot, she though affectionately.)
This was a bit of a problem. Natasha didn't like to admit it to herself, but she had always had a thing for what made Hawkeye Hawkeye.
#003
"There is no way," Maria Hill stated curtly, "that you became the greatest Cold War legend fighting like that."
Bucky raised his head to look at her, a little surprised. He kept his metal hand down on Steve's shield while Steve got to his feet and brushed himself off.
"The Winter Soldier," Maria answered his unspoken question. "That's you, right?"
"It was." Bucky relinquished the shield.
"Well. Carry on, gentlemen." Maria stepped back outside the training room.
Bucky looked at Steve.
"She reminds me of Peggy," Steve offered.
Bucky kept looking at him until finally Steve shrugged and answered the other unspoken question.
"I won't break."
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Date: 2015-09-19 03:18 pm (UTC)And ohh, the second, what a promising start, and also leaning right into so many things that I love. :D
The last one, ohh, I need to know where that is going to go, I need more. /grabby hands
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Date: 2015-09-20 03:35 am (UTC)That was totally the plan, though I've a mind I'll be digging through a lot of scans before Robbing the Cradle gets kicked out into the world.
And the last one? Hm... I'll just plunk in your prompt and then that's all I'm going to tell you:
And for Maria and Bucky, I could see her no-bullshit attitude piquing his interest because everyone else treats him like he's either a flight risk or made of glass and she just... doesn't?
So yeah. That one. We'll see if it pulls itself together the way I like. :grins:
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Date: 2015-09-20 05:58 pm (UTC)OHHH. That prompt! Ahh yes, I'm excited to see what you'll do with it!!
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Date: 2015-09-14 11:26 am (UTC)Clint raised his eyebrows at Kate, who was currently sprawled across his couch.
"I'm bored," she complained. "And I can't sleep."
"Then go back over to your place and sleep," he told her.
She burrowed a little deeper into Lucky's flank and hmphed. "You're concussed, remember? I volunteered to babysit."
"You're concussed," Clint countered, silly grin on his face.
She hmphed again. So maybe she'd been a little woozy when she'd first gotten slammed into way too much concrete by a blast (thanks, Tony), but she was fine now.
"So," she said, "truth or dare."
"Dare."
No surprise there, concussed state of the Barton and all. "Idiot," she muttered. "I dare you to eat nothing but vegetables for two days."
Clint nearly choked on his coffee. And since when was coffee a good idea at midnight anyway? "Nothing that can't be done tonight!" he protested.
"You didn't make that rule to start with," she countered. "Rule stands."
He huffed. "Someone's grumpy. Truth or dare, Hawkeye?"
"Truth."
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Date: 2015-09-19 03:14 pm (UTC)Re: Knew I'd missed a snippet
Date: 2015-09-20 03:35 am (UTC)