works-in-progress meme
Nov. 17th, 2010 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amelia_petkovaThat meme where you post selections of some of your current WIPs. I needed a break from schoolwork.
Princess Tutu AU
“So somebody has decided to reenact the story, and is kidnapping students to kill them and take their hearts,” I said. [Author's Note: speaker is Ahiru.]
“That’s one possibility. Another is that there really is a monster raven.”
Was everybody at Kinkan wrong in the head? “That’s ridiculous. The story is a work of fiction, which means that monster ravens committing human sacrifice don’t really exist.”
“Allow me to remind you which one of us turns into a duck with the aid of jewelry and has amnesia problems,” Fakir said snippily.
Merlin crackfic
Now, Morgana was very fond of smirking. Evil smirks, when no one was looking. She had practiced many days and nights before a mirror until she got it right. Smirking became one of her favorite activities.
Growing up, surely you were told not to make faces or else your face would stay that way. Alas, the poor girl had no mother to teach her this lesson, Camelot’s physician was busy brewing sleeping potions, and her sister (named Morgause) never got around to it. And so Morgana continued to smirk, unaware of the potential consequences.
Princess Tutu AU
“So somebody has decided to reenact the story, and is kidnapping students to kill them and take their hearts,” I said. [Author's Note: speaker is Ahiru.]
“That’s one possibility. Another is that there really is a monster raven.”
Was everybody at Kinkan wrong in the head? “That’s ridiculous. The story is a work of fiction, which means that monster ravens committing human sacrifice don’t really exist.”
“Allow me to remind you which one of us turns into a duck with the aid of jewelry and has amnesia problems,” Fakir said snippily.
Merlin crackfic
Now, Morgana was very fond of smirking. Evil smirks, when no one was looking. She had practiced many days and nights before a mirror until she got it right. Smirking became one of her favorite activities.
Growing up, surely you were told not to make faces or else your face would stay that way. Alas, the poor girl had no mother to teach her this lesson, Camelot’s physician was busy brewing sleeping potions, and her sister (named Morgause) never got around to it. And so Morgana continued to smirk, unaware of the potential consequences.
