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List of fics:

It’s a Bittersweet Timpani  (Hetalia; 384 words)
Beauty and the Beach  (Hetalia; 767 words)
Too Hot To Handel  (Hetalia; 1,001 words)
Tied In (Austrian) Knots  (Hetalia; 543 words)
Ah-choo, I Love You  (Hetalia; 512 words)
The Falling Leaves  (Escaflowne; 573 words)

Even later than last year, but here we go! )
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Via osprey_archerWhen you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.  (I always like these, and haven't done one in a while, so.)


He'd grown since she'd last seen him, to the point that he now stood eye level with her.  A part of her had to wonder if he might even reach the towering heights his brother had.  It seemed unlikely, but Eries admitted that stranger things had been known to happen.


In the evening, she pulls out his coat, and tries to drag some of his scent from the pockets and seams.  But Frank didn't wear cologne, didn't smoke, and his coat doesn't smell much like anything—not even old blood, which, for a morbid moment, she expects.

Ghosts, they spoke of, that Christmas morning, and he has disappeared so suddenly and so thoroughly from her life, a part of Kate has to wonder if he was ever really there in the first place.


"You can't do that, you know," she says—'chastises' is perhaps more like it.  "You can't kiss a girl like that and then just leave."  Her eyes drop to his mouth, very briefly, her cheeks maybe turn a little pinker, and she demands, "And just where did you learn to kiss like that in the first place?"
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Happy new year and all that jazz!

Did it last year; figured I might as well do it this year. )
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Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick).  No context, no explanations, no more than one sentence!

I did this meme once before, and it was interesting to see how many of those lines actually ended up changed/removed from the final, posted versions.  So there's a bit of that contributing to my doing it again.  But mostly, I'm simply bored and I want an easy meme.

memememememe )
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I liked this one.

Hah. Cut. That might be better. )
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(Zomg, my first meme!)

"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"

1.  It was also times like these she wished she still slept with a frying pan under her pillow.

2.  (Manipulative and a bit underhanded, perhaps, but all was fair in love and war, or so the English said.)

3.  Vivaldi's "Summer" concerto filled the afternoon, the third movement ringing fitfully throughout the house.

4.  He wants to tell the man to piss off with his mystical fortune-telling bullshit, but worries there might be some truth to it.

5.  In that moment, if he could remember his real name, he thinks he would ask her to call him by it, just once.

6.  "I've such a headache," she whispered matter-of-factly, staring distantly toward the sand-dusted floor beneath her, eyes wide and seeing nothing.

7.  "You can think what you want, so long as you don't throw up on my boots."

8.  Dreams and death parading as life, and they're lies and liars, all of them.

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