I need more reaction gifs. Anyone know where I can get some? For now this one will have to do …
I’m chipping away at Chapter Six of Painting Layers of Love and it just took a turn I did not expect. I’m blaming Neal entirely.
so excited to hear you’re working on this!
I know! I feel really guilty about it. I have no idea how it’s been a month, I swear I blinked and it happened. Anyway, I’m determined to update this Friday and then try and update fortnightly again. Hopefully that will stick this time! 🙂
@beliza-fryler thank you! That’s really nice to hear. I hope you will enjoy the chapter.
Why would anyone else have known? I didn’t know until Anthony broke down and told me the moment we were alone.
Nothing persisted from the previous loops, only the last one mattered. Given events, there is a general belief there was some sort of scandal. However, Anthony’s swift proposal of marriage meant nobody really cared, especially because he just has money and no title.
Personally I hope nobody ever finds out. It’s the kind of power some men would kill to possess. I certainly won’t ever tell a soul, and I believe that Anthony wishes he could forget it ever happened. However, his frequent nightmares that this last loop was just a dream, won’t let him. At least I’m always there to soothe him and remind him that I am alive, and I’m not going to leave him.
Gold: I can scarcely believe that after … I don’t even know how many loops, that Belle is finally alive and safe. I want to just lock the room and leave it locked. I have no need of the machine now but … I don’t even want to consider needing it again. However, if I did … if … I can’t even think about it.
Belle: We’re going to destroy it.
Gold: Belle sweetheart …
Belle: No Anthony. Should the worst happen I don’t want you to put yourself through that again. There are some things that just shouldn’t have been invented.
Gold: But …
Belle: Eternity wouldn’t be enough. Neither of us need the temptation. Mankind should not have such power. We’re going to destroy it.
I um utterly in love with this GoldenLace fic that I’m writing. Which is good because I’m 4k in and I’m nowhere near the part of the fic where I can use the Monthly Rumbelling prompt. It’s ok, I was told that if I used the sentence anywhere in the fic it counted, or I might do a brief flashforward as otherwise the sentence will be several thousand words in or more.
You know, quite often I’ll start a fic, and then realize I don’t really care about it, but then it’s too late and so I keep writing purely to finish it. This is a rare pleasure to really enjoy what I’m writing. I hope it lasts 🙂
Synopsis: When Doctor French and Doctor Gold, partners in archaeology and in life, start excavating the ruins of a ziggurat, they have no idea what they are about to uncover. Buried in the sands for thousands of years, all they know of the tomb is the intriguing legend that surrounds it. Once upon a time a trickster god of magic held court there – he was known only as the Dark One. Two teams of four walk inside the tomb, to learn it’s secrets, but soon the only question that remains, is who is going to walk out alive?
Note: This is a Rumbelled version of 5.08 The Tomb (Stargate SG-1). I know I gave this fic such an imaginative title 🙂
The final word count is just over 13k, which I know is a little bit longer than it was supposed to be …
My three prompt words were ‘Ruins’, ‘Scaredy Cat’ and ‘Fallout’ and I went with ‘Ruins’. I hope you guys, and especially my giftee @lawnmower-manatee enjoy it!
Warning: Rated mature, major character death, minor character death, mention of being eaten alive, possession, creepy beast monsters – it’s a horror fic. Not for fans of either Zelena or Hook, they aren’t in the fic but they are talked about in less than complimentary terms.
There was
nothing quite like the desert. Doctor Daniel Gold stepped out of the RV which was
his home for the duration of this dig. He was wearing full dark aviator
sunglasses, but the intense glare of the sun still caused him to squint until his
eyes adjusted. Gold took a deep breath. He had done archaeological excavations
all over the world, from the rainforests in South America
to the ice in the Antarctic. However, he preferred the desert, there was just
something about the air.
His current dig
was near Rafha in Southern Iraq, not the friendliest of spots but it was where
the former kingdom
of Mesopotamia had been. From
the depths of a sand dune, a ziggurat had been unearthed, of Babylonia
design. When he wasn’t digging for history, Gold had tenure at the University of California,
Berkley. The
university had worked out a deal with the Iraqi government, which allowed them
to excavate and study the site. Most of the staff on the dig were hired locally
but he’d brought his core team with him.
Gold weaved his
way through the buzzing digsite to the large tent that was their headquarters.
He pushed open the flap and smiled softly, seeing Belle was already there. She
was frowning at the rubbing they had taken of the door to the ziggurat a few
days ago, the translation was proving troublesome, and they couldn’t open the
door until they worked it out.
UGH YOU COULDN’T GET ME TO WALK INTO A DEATH TRAP LIKE ONE OF THOSE PLACES FOR A MILLION DOLLARS. I WAS LIVING FOR THE MOMENT THEY FOUND THE EXIT AND ESCAPED INTO THE FRESH AIR AND YOU ONLY REFERRED TO IN IN FLASHBACK??? THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE PAYOFF FOR ALL THE CLAUSTROPHOBIC TOMB HORROR THAT HAD GONE BEFORE! *GLARES*
Otherwise, y’know, well-told tale of terror.
Awwww I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that was a key moment. Though it sounds the tension in the fic worked well and there was a happy ending as a reward, so maybe it worked out? Heh, thanks for this awesome comment! I’m really glad you liked the fic, even if I did skip writing that scene 🙂
I have this fluffy Rushbelle fic, that was intended to be a oneshot, but I’m halfway through and I’m stuck. I know how I want it to end but not what happens in the middle.
So should I:
a) put it on the backburner until my brain works out what happens
b) post what I have (about 4.5k) and hope people like it enough to prompt
i think you have to ask yourself, do you really want another WIP?
That’s an excellent point. The last thing I want is another accidental WIP.
I’m just flailing really. It’s halfway through NaNo day two, I haven’t written a single word, I’m staring at my various documents and my mind is blank. I didn’t complete my prep work pre-NaNo so neither of my two main projects are ready to work on. I was going to knock out a bunch of little projects to keep my word count up while I tried to catch up on the prep, and then well – mind blank. I just need to give myself a slap really and get on with it.
Ok I think I got it. I can’t write what happens next because nothing interesting happens. I’m going to skip ahead a day, that’ll fix it. I just need to stop panicking really. Although to be fair, I think procrastinating, panicking and complaining are kinda mandatory behaviors with NaNo heh /joke
You said you liked alternate ending two, so I’m going to answer this as if it’s after that 🙂
Wow that’s a lot of very personal questions …
However, clearly someone is spreading rumors and I want to set the record straight. General O’Neill – Jack, and I never acted on our feelings until we were free from the regulations. After Anubis and the replicators were defeated, I transferred to Area 51. We were no longer in the same chain of command, and finally free to pursue a relationship. We had our first kiss at the cabin so we definitely never kissed while I was seeing Nick. There was no inappropriate flirting either, we were strictly professional, friends and colleagues – nothing more!
I don’t think I would class what Nick and I had together as a fling either, it was a relationship, though admittedly a long distance one, and no I didn’t feel like I was cheating on Jack. Why would I? We weren’t together, and we made no promises to one another. Jack saw other people in the intervening years, though it never lasted long. I suppose we were both biding our time.
Yes I had feelings for Jack before I met Nick, but they were safe feelings because nothing could happen due to the regs. I suppose I compartmentalized them because they never went away. It’s likely that my feelings for Jack are why I couldn’t ultimately commit to Nick. However, I didn’t realize that when we broke up. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now, he’s moved on and Jack and I are together.
I will always think of Nick fondly. We split up but we stayed friends, even if that sometimes surprises people. I suppose he does have a prickly personality for those that don’t know him. What did I like about him? His intelligence, his smile, the sweet gestures he’d make and how embarrassed he would get when I noticed. Then there was his unconditional acceptance of who I was, the fact that we could be together and not talk, I never felt uncomfortable with him. He never made me feel like he wanted me to be someone else, a perfect woman, he just wanted me. Oh and he was fairly amazing in bed /blushes.
Synopsis: When Mr. Gold calls in Lord French’s marker, bankrupting his estate, it leaves Lady Belle with nowhere to go until Mr. Gold offers her a deal. She enters his service as a maid and true love blossoms between them. Belle dreams of forever but there is a room, which is permanently locked, that stands in the way.
Note: My conscience wouldn’t let me leave this fic alone. I really did like the original ending because it works well. From a writer perspective it’s good, but it is everything I hate as a reader. I had this idea of how to fix it and give them a happy ending before I wrote the fic. It felt a bit tacked on and convenient, which is why I didn’t write and post it, in the first place. Anyway, I felt guilty about the sad ending so I decided to write it up 🙂 You can choose your own ending, original sad, or the added happy ending. Enjoy!
*happy sigh* To be sincere, I was left wondering what would happen if Gold let her go. I love that this is the answer to my musings. *hugs fic* Wonderful, wonderful!
Well yeah it couldn’t really go any other way, not after all that time. If it was some sort of magic device or something, that would just be like waving a magic wand, a ridiculous deus ex machina. Whereas I like the idea that it was something simple, and yet very meaningful and heartfelt.
Synopsis: When Samantha Carter goes to California for a conference the last thing she expected was Nicholas Rush. Almost four years later they face a choice, does their future lie together or apart?
Note: Getting on for … four months ago – yikes @ripperblackstaff and I had a discussion about the pairing of Nicholas Rush and Samantha Carter. It was my fault because I went googling for fanfic and all I found was an old post of Rippers. Anyway, I said I would write it but having never really written smut before I kept finding excuses not to write it. However, eventually this fandom got to me heh. Bizarrely the part I had the most trouble with wasn’t the smut, it was the science babble and the argument.
@wizzygold you said you might be interested in giving it a read, hope you don’t mind the tag 🙂 Oh and Happy Belated Birthday Ripper! I hope this lives up to what you wanted. Oh and you can choose your own ending 🙂
The one problem
with being a soldier, as well as a scientist, was trying to essentially juggle
two full work loads. Going off world for days at a time made it even harder but
somehow Samantha Carter managed it. By far the most difficult thing was
scheduling time away from the base to go to conferences. While she could read
journals to keep abreast of developments, that wasn’t the same as actually
discussing those developments with the most brilliant minds in her field.
Since the Stargate
program had been launched, four years ago, she had attended a grand total of
zero conferences. This was the first conference she had managed to get to,
which made it even sweeter that there was an added benefit. It was being held
in California
which meant she could visit her brother and his family.
Carter looked
around the function room at the hotel. She was wearing a dress, holding a drink
and feeling completely out of her element. The actual lectures would begin
tomorrow. Tonight there was drinks and mingling, something she wasn’t
comfortable with and didn’t enjoy.
omg thank you 😀 😀 It was absolutely awesome, and your smut is really good. Just as any rumbeller, you write great smut, it’s in our blood, you must not stop there.
I prefered ending 2 😀 Despite all, Carter’s soulmate is O’Neil and Rush’s is Belle, so it ends all nice 😀 I’m so glad they managed to move on and be cordial to each other.
Thank you for writing it, dear, you took the challenge by the horns and wrestled it to the ground !
Heh thanks. Smut is still quite intimidating for me because it’s out of my comfort zone, so I’m glad that you liked it. I’ve written a few different stories now, and it is getting easier/less scary to write as time goes on.
Yup that is why I provided alternate endings, people can choose what idea they like best. Thank you for your lovely comment 🙂 I’m really pleased you liked the fic!
Well you are taking to smut writing like a duck to water. 1 and 2 – greedy.
I know! I was slightly horrified when I did my weekly recap for the TMI Tuesday post and I realized that all the fics were nsfw. How did that happen? That was not intentional.
I’m not sure what you mean by “1 and 2 – greedy.” but thank you for commenting on this fic! It’s a rarepair and not Once Upon a Time, so I wasn’t really expecting any comments, so thanks 🙂
