because i have been tagged by the absolute lovelies @loup-malin @gingergallifreyan @lvslie and @homeisabluebox for various memery and imma combine them into one big ol’ monster via the power of science. ah, hubris!!!!1!!!
NOSY WIP FOLDER + LAST LINE STOOFS
Rules: list the titles of ALL of the active WIPs in your WIP folder, along with a sentence for the general concept if it isn’t self explanatory/post the last sentence/thing you wrote (fanfic/original/anything); ha ha ha oh god let’s dust off these poor withering dessicated corpses shall we
also it’s worth mentioning that the title is generally the very utmost last thing i come up with before posting any part of a fic sooooo most of my temporary titles are, shall we say, lacking a certain amount of nuance though at least none of these are titled doctor twat which i most certainly never slapped on any of my wips never ever :D
DMH Rose in a Colosseum (i.e. mbb is super clever with working titles; Her eyes start to water before the pain sets in, but it’s a short head start; the pain blossoms through quickly, and hard.)
Minuet (partially published; neglected but not forgotten: “Oh, come on, Rose, the birth of the infamous celestial blue underglaze is worth at least a little bit of a hootenanny, isn’t it?”)
No Place Like Hohm (also partially published, don’t worry bebbie i still love you; “How much longer d’you think it’s gonna take?” Mickey asked, mouth stretching wide in a yawn.)
Day of the Doctors (Redux) (Clara’s face had been making all sorts of funny shapes in the last few minutes but the Doctor had done a bang-up job ignoring it, because his younger self wasn’t nearly as irritable or bad-tempered as he remembered, and once they got past the initial bout of bickering (No, I’m the Doctor—No, I am!) and into the comments about the décor (You redecorated! I don’t like it) and comparisons in wardrobe (Bowties again, eh?—Bowties are cool!), his younger self seemed downright reasonable. Almost tolerable, even.)
lift ficlet liftlet v 2 (another amazing working title brought to you via yours truly; “Well,” he says, playing for time and failing spectacularly, “first, I feel compelled to note that my exit was less of a run, more of a brisk walking motion. Two very different things.”)
la belle dame sans merci, part ii (Fighting to keep his emotions at bay, to push them down and away so he doesn’t drown, he forces his mouth into the shape of a weak grin. “Sorry about that. Apparently Morpheus toxins and telepathy don’t mix. I’ll try to keep my nightmares quieter, next time.”)
big finish shit (remember when all my working titles were soOooo clever?; Jackie has a hard time thinking past the bubbles drifting up pleasantly inside her head, but after a moment of concentrating and trying to focus (since when did her vision get so foggy, anyway?), she sees that her alternate self is, in fact, sporting a rather large gun.)
Hitchhiker’s Map (because after all the new Big Finish, I have a mighty need to get back into writing this series, but hoo boy does it need an update first; Yoda, of course, did not reply, save his usual wobbly look of blank condescension.)
human nature au w ten rose and martha (i mean like. at least i won’t get confused about what the story is about. that’s important right???; She did not reply, hoping he would hear her answer in her long, slow breaths, lazy and deep and full.)
and now imma taggity @smallblueandloud @pellaaearien @goingtothetardis @wordsintimeandspace @fadewithfury @jemsauce and really anyone who might be interested in Doing the Thing! :D
