Find The Word + Trope Sorting
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rosanicusProcrastinating on my Extremely Important Marking to participate in the zeitgeist (a post I was tagged in while on Year 6 Camp, and a meme)! Many thanks to black_bentley for the tag.
Only managed 'quickly'... oh, the humanity. Excerpted from the Frau Lowenhardt fic, which I really do want to finish sometime this year. My outline is very ambitious.
When he felt more able to think, he flicked the butt into a nearby waste-bin and returned to the office to find his fellow air police in the sort of quiet which implied very recent and quickly hushed conversation.
“Out with it then,” he said, once he’d taken his seat. Ginger had left a wrapped sandwich on his desk, which on inspection turned out to be coronation chicken.
Algy shook his head. “It just beggars belief,” he said. His own sandwich lay half-eaten on top of a half-written report. “Von Stalhein on the outs with the Soviets I can see easily. They couldn't have been pleased at his behaviour when we last saw him in Kurdistan. But for his family to come out of the woodwork and end up on our doorstep is frankly science fiction to me.”
Leg
Could only find 'legs', please forgive plurals as well as adjectives... This is from the second half of my smutfest fill forsholio , which still hasn't cohered into a full chapter as it were.
Biggles turned fully and crossed his legs like a schoolboy, resting on the eiderdown. Erich’s eyes were fixed on his hands, fingers laced together in his lap.
“This will sting,” said Biggles, for want of anything else. He soaked some gauze with iodine and, as carefully as he could, reached for the first bite mark. It set something burning deep in his stomach to look at. He could see where each tooth separated, could even tell that one of the incisors was twisted. Erich did not flinch as he swept the gauze over broken skin. In fact, he felt the other man relax into his hands as he worked methodically over each mark. The constant tension in his shoulders melted away. Once, his fingers brushed against the edge of a dark bruise. Erich hissed quietly and pressed closer.
Blink
'Blinked', not 'blink'. Also from the smutfest continuation.
“All better,” said Biggles, tone heavy with irony. “Would you prefer I leave now?”
“No,” said Erich. Then he blinked, as if he hadn’t meant to reply at all.
Wait
Really doing quite pathetically here... we've got both 'awaiting' and 'waited' but no 'wait!'. Also from the Frau Lowenhardt fic!
Frau Lowenhardt folded her handkerchief away and sat, primly, with both hands on the close of her handbag. It seemed to Biggles that she was awaiting the decision in the same way he had more than once waited for the sharp report of a firing squad.
I tag... anyone who wishes to take part! I think most of the Biggles crowd is already tagged or has already done it, so please take this as free license.
Now, the trope tier list.
A lot of these vary massively for me (I've read omegaverse I've enjoyed once or twice, but as a whole the trope squicks me HARD) but the S-tier is ironclad.
Camp was very fun but (as those who follow me on Tumblr may have seen) left me with about six hundred bruises. I slept thirteen hours last night and my stomach muscles hurt whenever I try to sit up. I had a blast!
black_bentley for the tag.Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the words in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word).
The words I'm working with are quick, leg, blink and wait!
The words I'm passing on are machine, joking, please and scared.
Only managed 'quickly'... oh, the humanity. Excerpted from the Frau Lowenhardt fic, which I really do want to finish sometime this year. My outline is very ambitious.
When he felt more able to think, he flicked the butt into a nearby waste-bin and returned to the office to find his fellow air police in the sort of quiet which implied very recent and quickly hushed conversation.
“Out with it then,” he said, once he’d taken his seat. Ginger had left a wrapped sandwich on his desk, which on inspection turned out to be coronation chicken.
Algy shook his head. “It just beggars belief,” he said. His own sandwich lay half-eaten on top of a half-written report. “Von Stalhein on the outs with the Soviets I can see easily. They couldn't have been pleased at his behaviour when we last saw him in Kurdistan. But for his family to come out of the woodwork and end up on our doorstep is frankly science fiction to me.”
Leg
Could only find 'legs', please forgive plurals as well as adjectives... This is from the second half of my smutfest fill for
sholio , which still hasn't cohered into a full chapter as it were.Biggles turned fully and crossed his legs like a schoolboy, resting on the eiderdown. Erich’s eyes were fixed on his hands, fingers laced together in his lap.
“This will sting,” said Biggles, for want of anything else. He soaked some gauze with iodine and, as carefully as he could, reached for the first bite mark. It set something burning deep in his stomach to look at. He could see where each tooth separated, could even tell that one of the incisors was twisted. Erich did not flinch as he swept the gauze over broken skin. In fact, he felt the other man relax into his hands as he worked methodically over each mark. The constant tension in his shoulders melted away. Once, his fingers brushed against the edge of a dark bruise. Erich hissed quietly and pressed closer.
Blink
'Blinked', not 'blink'. Also from the smutfest continuation.
“All better,” said Biggles, tone heavy with irony. “Would you prefer I leave now?”
“No,” said Erich. Then he blinked, as if he hadn’t meant to reply at all.
Wait
Really doing quite pathetically here... we've got both 'awaiting' and 'waited' but no 'wait!'. Also from the Frau Lowenhardt fic!
Frau Lowenhardt folded her handkerchief away and sat, primly, with both hands on the close of her handbag. It seemed to Biggles that she was awaiting the decision in the same way he had more than once waited for the sharp report of a firing squad.
I tag... anyone who wishes to take part! I think most of the Biggles crowd is already tagged or has already done it, so please take this as free license.
Now, the trope tier list.
A lot of these vary massively for me (I've read omegaverse I've enjoyed once or twice, but as a whole the trope squicks me HARD) but the S-tier is ironclad.
Camp was very fun but (as those who follow me on Tumblr may have seen) left me with about six hundred bruises. I slept thirteen hours last night and my stomach muscles hurt whenever I try to sit up. I had a blast!
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Date: 2024-06-15 10:11 pm (UTC)And I like your trope rankings! Somehow now I am envisaging an angsty time loop fic in which Biggles and EvS have to keep on huddling for warmth together until they manage to admit their mutual pining. It would probably take quite a few iterations...