For various definitions of "in progress"

[bironic]

I like doing a Works in Progress meme once a year-ish. This one (seen most recently at perspi's, sabine's, anatsuno's, etc.) looks like fun: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder(s), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. This doesn't count the cobwebby ones in the "abandoned" folder. & I'm adding an excerpt from each, just because.


Fanfic
tsamiko - draft 2
Six weeks after they
ever since she was a little girl
pb xi - experiment
id4 - new format
boggart
mri, attempt the third
vamp2
pb xi - strip, boots

Mary Sue stories
aftermath
He sold me into prostitution
She strained against him
tell me a fantasy
first time with makor
They came for them the next morning

Vids
wreck
girl like you
i'd do anything
pegasus rising


With excerpts:

tsamiko - draft 2

"What am I, chopped liver?" McKay asked to Kappas' departing back. He flipped his empty skewer end over end between his fingers.

"You wanna dance, McKay?" Ronon asked.

"I have no idea whether that's an invitation or a threat, but either way, no thank you." McKay caught John's snort and glared. "You're going to have to tie your shoes for a change, Colonel. Wouldn't want to create an interplanetary incident when one flies off and hits someone in the nose while you dance the bagel."

Six weeks after they

"It's a poor substitute for multi-appendage stimulation and of course it won't hold you down or move on its own, but it's got the silicone suckers and what looks like a nice twist to it, so really—"

"Rodney." Sheppard 's voice was quiet, unreadable.

Rodney shut up.

"You got me a tentacle dildo," he repeated.

ever since she was a little girl

[Elizabeth] liked to pretend to struggle while imagined devices in the aliens' lab pulled open her thighs. She would wrap her hands in her bed sheets and tug at them as the creatures palpated her budding breasts and explored the aching places between her legs. They took samples of the fluids her body had to give, studying her helpless reactions with tilted heads. She would close her eyes and rub herself while they took notes in her head, and, as she grew braver under the covers, she'd slide cautious fingers inside herself to match their cold metal probes.

pb xi - experiment

John gestured in the general direction of Rodney and his mess of a bed. Rodney glanced behind him, and hm, yes, the pile of toys, tissues and empty condom wrappers did look pretty impressive. "It smells like—is this all you've been doing for the past three days?"

"Of course not," Rodney said. Then, unable to hold back a grin, he amended, "Only every spare minute in between trying to figure out how to change back."

id4 - new format

"I can assure you, Rodney, if it existed, I would tell you," said Weir. "There has never been a less appropriate time for keeping secrets. There is no Area 51, and there is no alien conspiracy."

Kavanagh shifted. "Uh. Madam President? That's not entirely true."

boggart

[I reserve the right to remain silent on this one for now.]

mri, attempt the third

"I was drunk!"

"Which means you were telling the truth. You want this." House patted the bench. "You naughty boy."

vamp2

Since he'd been turned, House always seemed to want to sniff at him. "What do I smell like to you?" Wilson wondered aloud.

"Like sex and a steak dinner and a shiny new bike," House murmured into his neck. His fingers tightened. "Like all the right answers."

pb xi - strip, boots

[...Okay, so when I say "WIP," in this case I mean "there's a title and some stuff in my head."]

aftermath

"I thought I fucked the fight right out of you," he says casually.

He sold me into prostitution

"I didn't know who else to go to," she said, still quiet, still looking down. "You're not Starfleet. You're—everyone knows you value justice over partisan politics, and—and I need that right now."

She strained against him

"She needs to be cleaned and readied," Pelar told her. "A dose of Reticin and the usual panels to start. Then a bit and the elbow cuffs, I think." When Karin bucked again, he shoved her to the desk with a hand between her shoulder blades. Then he went on as though he hadn't been interrupted: "A size four spreader, just in case, and the prep kit."

tell me a fantasy

"Thank you," he said. "That was a delightful image."

She opened her eyes for the first time since she'd begun speaking, and looked at him.

"Now tell me a real one."

first time with makor

[no excerpt; it's only two lines so far, and they're potentially triggery.]

They came for them the next morning

The man hummed. "I thought as much." He nodded to one of the guards standing behind them and said, "We'll start with the young one."

Feel free to vote or inquire or say hi or recommend a movie or whatever.

Comments

[anatsuno.livejournal.com]

HIIII! I don't feel up to voting (though maybe for SGA stories in general) but I am bopping my head happily along! Most delicious.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

I'm counting you as a vote for the tentacle dildo fic regardless. :)

[anatsuno.livejournal.com]

You know me well. *waves a happy tennicle tip*

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Rodney is probably going to make a joke about the Tentacle Junior - I suspected you might be in support.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Oh you know where my vote lies. I owe poor Moreau a drink and five years of therapy, but she just suffers so beautifully.

[Note snipped, but you saw it, right?]

[Also: NEXT MORNING. Eeee.]

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Heh, not with the tentacle dildo?

[*g* That is a sequel to Interrogation, the alternate Karin story with the Ra'ani.]

[*pleased smile* Yes, oddly, the first line of "He sold me" refers to the sale that's expanded in the document that begins with "She strained against him" - it's confusing to me too when I open the folder. :) But it's just a snippet recounting what happened, followed by a different snippet of imprisonment, followed by a non-snippet security report to Odo.]

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

As much as I love tentacles, I adore Karin even more. :D

.... hey, two great tastes...

[perspi.livejournal.com]

EEEE AWESOME!

*HUGS YOU UP*

[bironic.livejournal.com]

*hug hug* I wish, I just wish I could regain what I've had all my life until last year - the drive to write fiction and the ability to write stuff that isn't a string of short He/She + verb sentences.

[perspi.livejournal.com]

I know exactly, exactly what you mean. In terms of the wanting to really WRITE again. *passes tea*

*or maybe Bailey's*

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Well, as my professor once said, Have you tried drink? Perhaps later in the week, when it's not time for bed.

[l-eremita.livejournal.com]

Hee! I love it that you indulge in stuff that is fun to write, like Mary Sues. The purpose of reading (and writing) is to enjoy it, right? Sometimes people feel too much pressure to Write Very Important and Critically Acclaimed Things, and the result is sort of stiff. When you write what you like to write, it make the end product way more fun to read. (I think.)