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fandomsecrets2014-07-17 06:31 pm
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[ SECRET POST #2753 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2753 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Notes:
Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 016 secrets from Secret Submission Post #393.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Re: Favorite lines from your own writing?
This first one is from Turnabout New Year, a smutty Shark fic I wrote a few years ago:
"They watched silently for a moment as the large, vomit-soaked man ignored Raina and moved to attack Danny and Isaac before being tackled by Madeleine. The two senior members of the HPCU shared a glance that said what neither wanted to put into words: namely, that this was not their fucking problem and there was no way in hell they were getting involved."
This one is from a Voyager fic called Trio of Trouble, which I wrote for a friend to celebrate her dachshund's Sweet Sixteen. Basically, Q is bored and decides to send Janeway and Seven three dachshunds to liven things up. They materialize on the table right in the middle of dinner, because of course they did. This necessitates a cleanup, which results in this:
"The dogs yelped in shock and displeasure as Janeway turned on the sonic shower, but she ignored them, knowing that they weren’t being harmed, however much they tried to convince her that they were. When the last of the food had been cleaned from their bodies, she turned off the shower and let them loose. All three dogs immediately bolted in different directions, then urinated as a display of protest.
Janeway sighed. "So it’s two boys and a girl, then," she said wearily. "Help me clean this up, will you?"
Beside her, Seven was staring at the puddles in barely-visible apprehension. She shook her head. "I cannot."
"What? Why not?" Janeway looked at her quizzically.
"Dachshund urine is capable of destroying borg technology," she replied seriously."
Here's one from an original short story I wrote for a class. It's called Pixie Games and is about a horrible little pixie named Grabaire (which is, by the way, Gaelic for brat), who is miffed because the internet is out on Faerie Hill and she's out of energy drinks. So what's a bored pixie to do to entertain herself? Why, find a random mortal to torture with increasingly nasty pranks! This bit takes place when she's just woken up in her soon-to-be victim's apartment:
"The woman was asleep in a big, cushy recliner in front of the television, which was currently tuned to some singing competition. The sound of the humans’ feeble attempts at music made Grabaire gag, but it also gave her an idea."
I'm working on an as-of-yet untitled novel about the adventures of a redneck exorcist named Billy Roy Jenkins and his crew, which so far consists of his witch girlfriend Eula, his technomancer brother Jethro and brother-in-law Al, his imp partner Glagthorn and their cat, Bubba. This bit is from the first chapter, wherein Billy Roy and Glagthorn are called upon to take care of a vampire stalking a teenage girl:
"Though he was slightly disappointed at having his favorite rant cut short, Glagthorn calmed down, much to the disappointment of Bubba, who’d been watching the demon’s lashing tail with growing interest. Glagthorn saw the cat ease out of pounce-mode out of the corner of his eye and clutched his tail closely against his chest while shooting Bubba a suspicious glare. Though they had reached a sort of truce after some initial difficulties, imp and cat still hit the occasional rough patches in their relationship, such as when Bubba’s hunting instincts kicked in, or when Glagthorn was bored."
Finally, many years ago I played Rita Skeeter in a multi-fandom Hogwarts RP, wherein she would "interview" characters and write articles about them. This time, her victim was Mario and the topic was his tragic mushroom addiction:
"Though his family has abandoned him, there is still one person in his life with the power to help him recover—if she cared.
“Princess Peach told-a me she didn’t give a Goomba’s rear-end-a whether I’m-a on Shines, Mushrooms or-a Power Pills, as-a long as I can still-a save her from Bowser.”
Though his family has abandoned him and his girlfriend ignores him until she needs him, Mario is remaining strong. He claims that his mushroom addiction hasn’t affected his work, but only time will tell if this remains true."