Stolen meme
Apr. 2nd, 2012 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wandavonThaaaaanks silverr . Stolen with loving tenderness.
1. Go to page 7 of your Works in Progress
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next blob of text"
1. Mirveda smiled at her when she stepped out into the room again, and even Rommath looked slightly less dour. “Doesn’t she clean up nicely, Astalor?” he said, the emeralds on his fingers glimmering as he gestured. (APPRENTICE TRAYANISE MAKES AN ELIXIR)
2. The sky is dark, and on the ramparts Ulfric can make out the shapes of the guards, shifting and insubstantial like shadows. (THOUGH THE EASTERN WIND MAY BLOW)
3. She had long, elegant hands, but the nails were bitten short, the skin at her knuckles cracked from the chemicals she used in her experiments. “Come, my son. There is nothing for us here." (Random Arthas MC fic)
4. His hands, which, when he looked at them, were trembling. And bony. He thought he could see the beginnings of dark spots like specks of grease, but that was impossible—his magic could at least see to that, if nothing else. And what of the day when it can’t? What of the day when my spells simply fly apart and I fly apart with them? Even Magna Aegwynn was not young forever. (Magister fic, file one, and boy do I write a lot about hands)
5. “I’ve heard of it,” Liadrin said. It wasn’t wholly a lie. But it had belonged to Lady Summerswan, and she had no doubt her son would wish to have it back, and no doubt that old Sunglow would wish to claim it, too, though she could not bring herself to care—the heirlooms of noble families did not rank highly among her concerns. “It was something of her trademark in the city. It has value, but no magical use.” As you doubtless noticed, you covetous little bitch. (Magister fic, file two--yes, I'm aware this is cheating)
6. The bakeries in Dalaran are unparalleled. Hemet buys his usual double-frosted extra-sprinkled triple-dip-deep-fried doughnut and sits by the window. (HEMET NESINGWARY GOES TO HEAVEN)
7. “It has more to do with being a king than being an elf,” I say, feeling a little nettled. I’ve been a critic of our culture as well, the Sun knows, but there’s a difference between my gentle censure and two greenskins’ outright mockery.
“Just admit it, boss. You guys don’t have the best grasp of right and wrong.” (GENTLY FALLS THE NIGHT)
silverr . Stolen with loving tenderness.1. Go to page 7 of your Works in Progress
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next blob of text"
1. Mirveda smiled at her when she stepped out into the room again, and even Rommath looked slightly less dour. “Doesn’t she clean up nicely, Astalor?” he said, the emeralds on his fingers glimmering as he gestured. (APPRENTICE TRAYANISE MAKES AN ELIXIR)
2. The sky is dark, and on the ramparts Ulfric can make out the shapes of the guards, shifting and insubstantial like shadows. (THOUGH THE EASTERN WIND MAY BLOW)
3. She had long, elegant hands, but the nails were bitten short, the skin at her knuckles cracked from the chemicals she used in her experiments. “Come, my son. There is nothing for us here." (Random Arthas MC fic)
4. His hands, which, when he looked at them, were trembling. And bony. He thought he could see the beginnings of dark spots like specks of grease, but that was impossible—his magic could at least see to that, if nothing else. And what of the day when it can’t? What of the day when my spells simply fly apart and I fly apart with them? Even Magna Aegwynn was not young forever. (Magister fic, file one, and boy do I write a lot about hands)
5. “I’ve heard of it,” Liadrin said. It wasn’t wholly a lie. But it had belonged to Lady Summerswan, and she had no doubt her son would wish to have it back, and no doubt that old Sunglow would wish to claim it, too, though she could not bring herself to care—the heirlooms of noble families did not rank highly among her concerns. “It was something of her trademark in the city. It has value, but no magical use.” As you doubtless noticed, you covetous little bitch. (Magister fic, file two--yes, I'm aware this is cheating)
6. The bakeries in Dalaran are unparalleled. Hemet buys his usual double-frosted extra-sprinkled triple-dip-deep-fried doughnut and sits by the window. (HEMET NESINGWARY GOES TO HEAVEN)
7. “It has more to do with being a king than being an elf,” I say, feeling a little nettled. I’ve been a critic of our culture as well, the Sun knows, but there’s a difference between my gentle censure and two greenskins’ outright mockery.
“Just admit it, boss. You guys don’t have the best grasp of right and wrong.” (GENTLY FALLS THE NIGHT)
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Date: 2012-04-03 01:29 pm (UTC)And the Rommath clip is from the kinkmeme fill I'm working on. :P (Yeah, he's an absurd character.)
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Date: 2012-04-03 01:40 pm (UTC)(heh ... "Rommath" and "kink" in the same sentence ... why does that sound so right? :p)
(OT: I wish this fandom had more writers. I had a sudden urge this morning to read post-DS fic with A, Y, K and N. Not necessarily porny, just ... I dunno. Showing them adjusting. Getting maudlin over lost consorts/lost loves. Forming a bowling team. ~ There's something about that sand running through his fingers that just ... !! )
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Date: 2012-04-03 01:53 pm (UTC)(*grin* I've always seen him as the male Warcraft counterpart to Mistress from Oglaf, without the public sex and skimpy clothes. "What's that? You want me to activate the fire wand?")
I know, I know, me too. It's one of those fandoms where if you want it, you generally have to write it yourself. Sigh! Which is a good thing AND a bad thing, I guess.
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Date: 2012-04-03 02:00 pm (UTC)It's one of those fandoms where if you want it, you generally have to write it yourself.
I seem to pick those a lot. ~ I wonder how much wowfic there is in other languages? I get a lot of German and Scandanavian hits.
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:14 pm (UTC)I'll be in my bunk.
I bet there's a lot, actually--I've noticed the same, and I've occasionally come on a German-language fanfic site.
Learning foreign languages to read fanfic: the sign of a true devotee.
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:40 pm (UTC)*cough*
http://fuckyeahfanficflamingo.tumblr.com/post/6055259536/dedication
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:44 pm (UTC)