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Finish It!
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camelot_fleet is hosting a finish-a-thon for fics, art, vids, whatever your little fannish heart desires. Look through your WIPs, find some thing or things interesting or that have been languishing away with little or no progress, dust 'em off, and offer 'em up.
Basically, you say, "I've been working on these and would like to finish [X]." Give a couple of choices and people can vote for what they want the most and you try to finish the damn thing already. :)
I've put three things out there (trying to finish at least one other this week) and, being my usual obsessive self, have decided to post a snippet of each for people to get a taste of them to see if it would even interest them and/or if they are worth pursuing.
SGA/Merlin Crossover originally promised for the lovely![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
emeraldteal. Pretty much as advertised. Relatively light-hearted.
Ronon had apparently gotten bored about the same time Rodney had, wandering over to the pod holding the sole male of the group. “He’s armed,” he pointed out.
Rodney peered through the field and noticed that, yes, the scabbard at the man’s side was not empty. Why in the world it looked like it held an old fashioned sword, he had no idea. If these were Ancients, or Alterans, or whatever they called themselves, they should have been far beyond the Ren Fest years and into more of a Star Wars era. The readings he received from the monitoring equipment claimed that, if they were not Alteran, they were extremely closely related. They also showed that, after ten thousand years, the independent power source that had kept these suckers running was finally failing. It kind of made him question why fate had his scientists find them now. Well, until he remembered that he didn’t believe in fate and brushed it off as a minor concern.
Seventeen Days Merlin was taken for 17 days and has difficulty believing he has been rescued. Pretty much darker than most anything I've written before.
The man walked around to the side of the bed and Merlin turned his head to that direction, finding they tended to be nicer if they thought you were paying attention to them. A quick glance showed leather leggings and a tunic of a dark shade of blue. There was no red or gold, and that was all Merlin needed to know, so he let his eyes glaze over and prepared to close himself off for a while.
Strong fingers grabbed his chin, shook him lightly, and ordered him to look at him. He willed the buyer to just do it already, felt his lips forming the words, flinching in preparation of the strike when no sound came out.
The man was closer now, his breath hissing against Merlin’s ear. He ignored most of it, words washing over his consciousness until three somehow struck something deep within, struck something he barely recognized anymore. “...bring you home.”
Assassin People are being attacked within the castle walls, but what is the true reason? Bit of angst and bit of injury for multiple main characters.
They did not think much when they received the first message. It was a blatant threat, yes, but they received two or three of varying specificity a week and usually nothing came of it. The fact this one was signed with a flaming arrow inside the castle gates had given it more panache, to be sure, but the message itself was incredibly vague: “You will pay.” Uther assigned an extra man per watch and advised the guards stationed within the castle itself to keep an eye open as, technically, a threat had been made against the crown.
Merlin had nearly wiped the incident from his mind. The one from a day ago that threatened the livestock as payment for increasing taxes was far more specific and he was working on a shielding spell for the pastures, half-lost in his own thoughts, when he heard something that brought him up short. It was a gasp, and not of the pleasurable kind.
He whipped around the corner and his blood ran cold. There was Gwen, stood just outside Morgana’s room, held in the grasp of a hooded man. It wasn’t until he had run a few steps closer that he saw her grabbing at her throat, a corded band wrapped tightly around it.
So, there you go. Those are the three sitting for far too long with far too little progress made. There are a couple of others, but these I actively want to finish, but just have not gotten around to doing so quite yet.
Thoughts?
camelot_fleet is hosting a finish-a-thon for fics, art, vids, whatever your little fannish heart desires. Look through your WIPs, find some thing or things interesting or that have been languishing away with little or no progress, dust 'em off, and offer 'em up.Basically, you say, "I've been working on these and would like to finish [X]." Give a couple of choices and people can vote for what they want the most and you try to finish the damn thing already. :)
I've put three things out there (trying to finish at least one other this week) and, being my usual obsessive self, have decided to post a snippet of each for people to get a taste of them to see if it would even interest them and/or if they are worth pursuing.
SGA/Merlin Crossover originally promised for the lovely
emeraldteal. Pretty much as advertised. Relatively light-hearted.Ronon had apparently gotten bored about the same time Rodney had, wandering over to the pod holding the sole male of the group. “He’s armed,” he pointed out.
Rodney peered through the field and noticed that, yes, the scabbard at the man’s side was not empty. Why in the world it looked like it held an old fashioned sword, he had no idea. If these were Ancients, or Alterans, or whatever they called themselves, they should have been far beyond the Ren Fest years and into more of a Star Wars era. The readings he received from the monitoring equipment claimed that, if they were not Alteran, they were extremely closely related. They also showed that, after ten thousand years, the independent power source that had kept these suckers running was finally failing. It kind of made him question why fate had his scientists find them now. Well, until he remembered that he didn’t believe in fate and brushed it off as a minor concern.
Seventeen Days Merlin was taken for 17 days and has difficulty believing he has been rescued. Pretty much darker than most anything I've written before.
The man walked around to the side of the bed and Merlin turned his head to that direction, finding they tended to be nicer if they thought you were paying attention to them. A quick glance showed leather leggings and a tunic of a dark shade of blue. There was no red or gold, and that was all Merlin needed to know, so he let his eyes glaze over and prepared to close himself off for a while.
Strong fingers grabbed his chin, shook him lightly, and ordered him to look at him. He willed the buyer to just do it already, felt his lips forming the words, flinching in preparation of the strike when no sound came out.
The man was closer now, his breath hissing against Merlin’s ear. He ignored most of it, words washing over his consciousness until three somehow struck something deep within, struck something he barely recognized anymore. “...bring you home.”
Assassin People are being attacked within the castle walls, but what is the true reason? Bit of angst and bit of injury for multiple main characters.
They did not think much when they received the first message. It was a blatant threat, yes, but they received two or three of varying specificity a week and usually nothing came of it. The fact this one was signed with a flaming arrow inside the castle gates had given it more panache, to be sure, but the message itself was incredibly vague: “You will pay.” Uther assigned an extra man per watch and advised the guards stationed within the castle itself to keep an eye open as, technically, a threat had been made against the crown.
Merlin had nearly wiped the incident from his mind. The one from a day ago that threatened the livestock as payment for increasing taxes was far more specific and he was working on a shielding spell for the pastures, half-lost in his own thoughts, when he heard something that brought him up short. It was a gasp, and not of the pleasurable kind.
He whipped around the corner and his blood ran cold. There was Gwen, stood just outside Morgana’s room, held in the grasp of a hooded man. It wasn’t until he had run a few steps closer that he saw her grabbing at her throat, a corded band wrapped tightly around it.
So, there you go. Those are the three sitting for far too long with far too little progress made. There are a couple of others, but these I actively want to finish, but just have not gotten around to doing so quite yet.
Thoughts?
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I am super excited about the SGA one (er, Arthur as the sole male? Where's Merlin? Or is there a girl!Merlin? Heee \o/) and I already love your Rodney voice. Oh, Rodney, I miss you kinda a lot.
But! 17 Days sounds so... angsty! And dark! And intriguing! And Merlin must be rescued and lots of TLC must ensue! Arthur should go on a bloodbath! Wait! Is this gen, OT4, A/M? I don't care! Bring it on! :DDD
Good luck with the writing! And please forgive me for my exclamation points! EEEE!! <3
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Seventeen Days is total angst-fest. It starts dark, gets better, then gets darker again. I still don't even know if I want to end it on a hint of hope or a hint of "Wow is he screwed." It started almost gen, then A/M insisted on being more than friends. The girls then insisted on making an entrance, but they seem to be keeping to friends at this point. Oh, and Lancelot is along for the ride and Leon is hovering in the background. IDEK.
I'm working on it tonight and currently Merlin is pretty much going through withdrawal only of course they aren't quite sure what it is but Morgana brought a bunch of Gaius' herbs with and maybe they can just drug him to oblivion and make him better?
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I still don't even know if I want to end it on a hint of hope or a hint of "Wow is he screwed."
It's all goooooood. :D I mean, if it's so dark, we need a light at the end of the tunnel, right? But otoh, if you're writing dark, might as well go all the way. So, um, in other words, it's all gooooood. :D
Aaaa A/M more than friends! \o/ Girls making an appearance, and I just know they're gonna be awesome! \o/ Lancelot! \o/ Leon! \o/
Ahaha, yes, drug him! No, wait, don't drug him! Angst galore is the way to go! *g*
(consider this your extra-hyper cheerleading squad of one, heee. it just so happens that i'm here and i'm free *g*)
*\o/*
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Well, right now he's about half-drugged and Morgana's realising that perhaps she did not make the best choice but she's going to stick to it because she's stubborn like that. He's pissed, but compliant, and they are still not back in Camelot.
Thanks for the cheerleading! It's now about 1:30 am here, which means I should probably try to put away the laptop, shut out the drunks outside, and get some sleep.
Thanks again!
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The SGA/Merlin one is actually set more in SGA-ville than Camelot, and more like an outsider (mainly Rodney) looking in. I've got their awaking, but lost any and all notes for the next part. Yeah. Plot would be a good thing, huh? *g*
Seventeen Days is the furthest along right now, but every time I think I'm wrapping it up, more wants to join in and try to rescue some of the dark themes and make them shiny again.
I have a large part of the next section of Assassin (which probably won't be the title) planned out, but need the scenes in between and, er, then after.
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Well, I would say go with the flow then and just see where it takes you.
That's really good! Planning takes time, and though I'm not much of a writer or anything, buut if you ever feel like bouncing a few ideas off me, feel free to message me! :)