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alexseanchai) wrote2019-06-05 04:02 pm
alexseanchai) wrote2019-06-05 04:02 pm
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last ten fics, first line each
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whatarubberchicken, who did not tag me, and I am tagging nobody. Play if you like.
Post the first line of your last 10 published fics,then tag 10 people. See if there are any patterns yourself, or have other people say what they notice.
[ETA: adding the part the versionnaye found adds]
pounce: Adrien isn't in the locker room: Marinette opens her locker, deposits her backpack, closes her lock—
the four corners of an oblate spheroid: "Oh, no," snaps Chat Noir through the baton currently serving as gas mask, resisting the urge to shake his partner back to sense.
the most refined ladybugs do it: "Nope, no, not happening," Marinette says, glaring at Tikki; "I don't care how much better a Ladybug I'll be if I keep taking on ladybug traits, I am not going to deal with egg clusters!["]
Miss Scarlet, in the Library: "Lucky Charm! ...A candlestick?"
[Yes, that's the summary, quoted in full, without the summary being in any part a quote from the story proper. Shush.]
city of lights, city of heroes: Rena Rouge, offscreen: —has a submission form with an anon option, you know that, right?
four games they played (and one they didn't): "I'd clean your clock on Rainbow Road, though."
swallow my doubt, turn it inside out (beautiful oblivion): Adrien wakes up in a hospital bed at, according to his phone, three-thirty-four Thursday morning.
the way you look tonight: Adrien was twitchy, and who could blame him?
Swords Dance: Chatonne Noire is out of Ladybug's sight for the moment, and more to the point, out of the akuma's field of view: six minutes since Cataclysm, one and a half since Chatonne bolted, probably one or two more till Plagg's been fed and Chatonne is back in the game.
you and me could write a (bad) romance: "—can't ask her, I'll die of humiliation!"
Two dialogue-only fics, one of which is technically epistolary, I suppose? Four more begin with dialogue. Only two and a half are written in past tense; counting out the two dialogue-only, the other five and a half are written in present. ("swallow my doubt" I'm doing a structural thing to convey chronology with verb tense.)
Post the first line of your last 10 published fics,
[ETA: adding the part the version
naye found adds]pounce: Adrien isn't in the locker room: Marinette opens her locker, deposits her backpack, closes her lock—
the four corners of an oblate spheroid: "Oh, no," snaps Chat Noir through the baton currently serving as gas mask, resisting the urge to shake his partner back to sense.
the most refined ladybugs do it: "Nope, no, not happening," Marinette says, glaring at Tikki; "I don't care how much better a Ladybug I'll be if I keep taking on ladybug traits, I am not going to deal with egg clusters!["]
Miss Scarlet, in the Library: "Lucky Charm! ...A candlestick?"
[Yes, that's the summary, quoted in full, without the summary being in any part a quote from the story proper. Shush.]
city of lights, city of heroes: Rena Rouge, offscreen: —has a submission form with an anon option, you know that, right?
four games they played (and one they didn't): "I'd clean your clock on Rainbow Road, though."
swallow my doubt, turn it inside out (beautiful oblivion): Adrien wakes up in a hospital bed at, according to his phone, three-thirty-four Thursday morning.
the way you look tonight: Adrien was twitchy, and who could blame him?
Swords Dance: Chatonne Noire is out of Ladybug's sight for the moment, and more to the point, out of the akuma's field of view: six minutes since Cataclysm, one and a half since Chatonne bolted, probably one or two more till Plagg's been fed and Chatonne is back in the game.
you and me could write a (bad) romance: "—can't ask her, I'll die of humiliation!"
Two dialogue-only fics, one of which is technically epistolary, I suppose? Four more begin with dialogue. Only two and a half are written in past tense; counting out the two dialogue-only, the other five and a half are written in present. ("swallow my doubt" I'm doing a structural thing to convey chronology with verb tense.)