of shoes and ships and sealing-wax

[nagia]

Stolen from lassarina, among some others:

I will post the names of all the files in my WIP folder(s), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one (1), and I will post a random line or two.

I'm just going to warn you now: these are very literal filenames. Yes, there is actually a system to this. Yes, it does make sense to me.

!!#f $ffviii: If_Then Conditional
!!#f $kh: GiftsAndTreasures
!!#f $rk &ht: these cuts
#f $cm: cm-casefic
#f $cm: Grant My Love A Pardon
#f $da: among the missing
#f $da: bereskarn skein
#f $da: language acquisition
#f $da: scrubbing floors
#f $da: sens_deadruck
#f $da: THINGS IN LOTHERING THAT BEGIN WITH G
#f $da: was a dark and stormy night
#f $ffvii: For Everything That Mattered
#f $ffvii: Go Under With You
#f $ffvii: hollow hearts
#f $lod %college: u of tib
#f $lod: flesh and not stone
#f $lod: six ways seven lives
#f $me: Every Minute Outside The Lines
#f $rk: Catch Me On The Ground
#f $rk: how misao became a bandit
#f $rk: insanity is relatives
#f $rk: my big fake ninja wedding
#f $rk: untold oceans
#f $rk %weasel: weasel!misao

Comments

[leviathanmirror]

#f $lod %college: u of tib

[nagia]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF u of tib isn't saved with a filetype (it's on jumpKick okay). I will get you a line from it, but that will have to wait until I can log onto jumpKick.

In the meantime, pick another?

/feels like an asshole

[leviathanmirror]

<3 Don't apologize. It was just one of the few that I haven't seen much of (or anything of, maybe).

How about #f $rk %weasel: weasel!misao

[nagia]

In what had already become a habit, he stroked along Misao's back, making sure to pay attention to the tiny spot on the top of her head. Her fur was soft beneath his finger, and she made a faint chittering noise as he neared her whipcord black tail.

He teased her, tugging on her tail, rubbing it between two fingers.

She chittered again, this time a little sharply, but then sniffed the hollow of his throat. He could hear her tiny black nose working. The sound was... endearing, if he was to be honest with himself.

[nagia]

Dart blinked sleepily up at the ceiling, then rolled into something vaguely resembling "upright." He peered over the edge of the ridiculously green couch.

And sighed. Albert was scribbling furiously on a ream of meat-wrapping paper.

[leviathanmirror]

What is Albert doing with meat-wrapping paper? Please tell me he's like writing poetry or something.

[nagia]

Every now and then, Albert stopped to give the wall of windows a dirty look.

"They're not going to stop their star festival just because of Tib's midterms, you know."

[leviathanmirror]

/amused. I still wish he was writing bad poetry but that is just as amazing.

[dogstar]

#f $cm: cm-casefic
#f $cm: Grant My Love A Pardon

:D

#f $cm: cm-casefic

[nagia]

JJ looked down the bank, took note of a few techs who were navigating with their hands on the rocks. "How would you even transport bodies down that slope?"

"Safely? You wouldn't." Morgan's eyebrow twitched, his mouth curving up briefly at the half-joke. "But if you don't mind a little risk, it's probably not much harder than transporting a body up or down some stairs.

#f $cm: Grant My Love A Pardon

[nagia]

They moved from the suite's main room to the bathroom. One body lay discarded on the tile; the other had been recently retrieved from the over-large bath tub. Current theory held that the unsub had killed Jared Cunninham first, and then gone hunting for Andrew Liddell. According to the ME, there was no appreciable difference in their liver temperatures, in rigor mortis or lividity. They had died so close together that the math rounded up to the same time — and there was no real telling, apart from body sequence, who had died when.

Re: #f $cm: Grant My Love A Pardon

[dogstar]

Okay, and Untold Oceans? :D

#f $rk: untold oceans

[nagia]

Aoshi-sama uses that moment to run his thumb over her bottom lip again. And, again, he presses his finger past her lip, into her mouth. He holds her in place with her chin upraised. She has to lean toward him to keep her balance.

That's why he does it, she thinks.

His hand still tastes of blood.

[lassarina]

If_Then Conditional?

(your LoD cannot possibly be Legend of Dragoon, right?)

[nagia]

The truth is, years feel like things. Time itself is a shape, with the same kinds of "dimensions" that Laguna told her everything has.

He'd looked silly, with his pen and one of Raine's newspapers, explaining: This drawing of a man has only two dimensions, but I'm a real man, so I have three. When she asked what one dimension looked like, he chuckled, scratched his head like he'd made a mistake, and drew a single straight line.

---

And yes. Yes, that LoD is Legend of Dragoon.

[lassarina]

What someone else has heard of this fandom? What is this? I am so perplexed OMG. (In the best way--I mostly stopped writing for it about 8 years ago, but wow, nostalgia.)

aaaaw, Laguna explaining dimensions. *_*

[nagia]

Laguna is adorablecakes. Although I didn't really appreciate him until I started writing him. (And you should see the poor man when Ellone starts trying to explain her synesthetic perception of time.)

Oh, lord! LoD is like... a precious nostalgic memory of my childhood. I never wrote all that much fic for it back when, but I've got a few things underway for it now, though they are slow going.

[lassarina]

I wrote semi-obsessively for a couple of years and since then it has languished. XD But I really enjoyed it while I was there.

[nagia]

I just had the best realization ever. Remember him?

Yeah. Compare, and consider the white markings on his skin.

Kind of a superficial resemblance, I know, but. I'm just going to sit here and be very weirded out. (Although at least Fenris doesn't have chronic backstabbing disorder.)

[lassarina]

ohshi--

WOW. oh hello crossover GO AWAY I don't have time for you right now

but *_*

[nagia]

I know. It would be so glorious. Maybe after Megaflare?

[lassarina]

Maybe! I...Megaflare is going to be tricky because I still only have 3700 words and NaNo is coming up, but we shall see. (My writing brain went to the Bahamas and didn't even have the courtesy to invite me along, the little sneak.)

[nagia]

Oh, ouch! I know what you mean about the writing brain off and disappearing on you; I have like 5k left until I hit target wordcount, but god only knows how close the story is to completion. And then throw in the ridiculous family drama and the new job and the moving... I may have to write the mods for an extension.

Do you have your NaNo plans made?

[lassarina]

I do! I'm doing basically the sequel to last year's (or, okay, Part II of the same book, but I have won legitimately with four different projects, and I say I am finishing this fucking book this year.) which means that my prep work needs are fairly minimal, at least.

[nagia]

Phew! At least you don't have to do a lot of prep.

Won it four years, huh? I'm a little jealous! I very rarely win NaNo. I either get distracted or lose all momentum on a project, and never make wordcount on whatever I pick up after.

[lassarina]

I discovered that having a plot written down ahead of time helps, so when I get bogged down or bored I skip ahead to the next point and that's that!

[cheloya]

!!#f $ffviii: If_Then Conditional
#f $ffvii: hollow hearts
#f $da: language acquisition

!!#f $ffviii: If_Then Conditional

[nagia]

Raine's hand curls through the fur of Ellone's new kitten; makes it stretch, makes it mew. Raine's expression flickers at the sound: afraid, calmly happy like when she's curled up at the window watching a storm pass through, but then wistful, and back to afraid and then finally it settles at calm. Like nothing at all has happened.

#f $ffvii: hollow hearts

[nagia]

"They want to move Cloud to Mideel," she said, not bothering with 'Hi, how are you, did you move into the basement yet, do you need a new coffin, have you robbed a blood bank recently?'

#f $da: language acquisition

[nagia]

On the way to the shemlen's wagon, her father takes the sacks from her mother's hands. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and she chuckles low in her throat.

"I love you too much, Revas," he murmurs.