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ashfae. Tidbits from all my unfinished fics, including a few no one's ever seen...
A Inu Yasha/Ranma 1/2 crossover, staring Azusa...
Jean Luc was gone. A small tear ran down Azusa’s cheek as she remembered her few tender moments with the recently deceased Jean Luc. Luckily for her, there was a nearby rock, who was promptly dubbed Frederic, and treasured for the cute way the lichen grew across his back.
Clutching Frederic to her, Azusa managed the climb out of the well, only vaguely aware that her surroundings were not what they should be. She skipped happily away from the well, babbling to Frederic about how cute he was. She was just telling Frederic about all his cute brothers and sisters, like Annette the tea bag, when her forward motion stopped quite abruptly. She looked up, aware on some level that a wall did not belong in the middle of a forest. - Azusachan
I don't have a clue when I'll get around to finishing this. I suppose plotting out what's actually going to happen (other than Azusa claiming a kawai bowl of ramen and naming it Stephen) would be a good idea.
The X-men meet the Muppets...
His senses alerted him to something. Was that yarn he smelled? Logan turned around, his knees bent, and ready for action. What he wasn’t prepared for was the brilliantly colored creature that stood behind him. It opened its wide mouth and screamed.
"WOLVERINE!!"
Logan nearly lost his composure and clamped his hands over his ears. As it was, his claws instinctively popped out and he took a swipe at the creature. Unfortunately, the wild-haired animal was bouncing around so much out of excitement, that he only managed to clip some tufts of its brilliant red hair. Logan groaned as the red hair began to litter the carpet. Jean was going to have to vacuum again, and she was not going to be happy. - Muppet Mayhem
Only one more chapter to go in this. Why does Mr. Sinister always end up drinking tea in my x-men fics?
A Star Wars/Shallow Grave/Highlander (or more accurately, Methos) crossover...written withhavenward
Obi-Wan sighed as he looked at his reflection. He'd pinned his braid back so that it fell underneath his undone ponytail. It felt odd, especially since he'd never seen himself dressed as anything but Qui-Gon's apprentice before. The pants, or "jeans" as they were called on Earth, were too tight. His shirt boldly proclaimed "Socially Disturbed". He wondered just what the fads were on Earth to require such a saying. The sleeves of his jacket came only to his wrists, a far cry from his voluminous Jedi robes. The worst part of the new wardrobe was the footwear. These "sneakers" were everything he did not want. They were too short, and they were white, a pristine and perfect white that practically begged for someone to get them dirty. And to make matters worse, it had taken him ten minutes to lace and tie them. His dislike of Earth was growing by the minute. - Altered States
From the days when I wasn't writing in British English. The above paragraph was written over three years ago. The next and final chapter will probably be six months to a year in coming. I wish it were over already.
The big ones first...
"Who told you, you could go flying on your own?" asked Snape through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to pull out his wand and hex him.
Harry gave him a defiant look. Snape probably wouldn't have shown him how to fly even if he had been here.
"No one told me I couldn't," he said, trying to meet Snape's glare with one of his own. The problem was that Snape had years of practice.
Harry was forced to look away. Intersections in Real Time
I'm currently revising the story and getting it betaed. Once that's done, I might be able to start writing it again. I also should probably outline the plot past Hallowe'en...
"You know what it felt like yesterday? Like for one minute the entire world had been turned upside down. Our magic went wild and I swear I felt the castle itself sigh," he explained.
"How melodramatic."
"You weren't there, which brings me to my second question. Did you do it?" Godric demanded.
Salazar shook his head slowly, looking for all the world like a teacher gently reprimanding his pupil. "I wasn't there so you accuse me? Really, Godric, I expected better of you." - Sands of Time
Quoted from the prologue so I don't spoil the mystery for anyone. Well, I promised someone I'd have a new chapter out in a week and a half. It was rather masocistic of me to do so. I had to scrap the few scenes I wrote of the new chapter, and I'm going to start the chapter over from Snape's pov. It's all plotted and ready to be written though, so my goal of finishing before OotP is attainable...
Uric found his wand, curled up in his waterlogged pocket, and used it to dry himself off. The water had been very nice, but a bit too wet for his tastes. His attention was caught by a dirty looking Muggle sitting under the nearest bridge. The Muggle was gently banging his head against the bridge behind him, muttering to himself while he compulsively pet the little mongrel dog in his lap. The dog had a bald spot where the man had stroked him so often.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur. Est-ce que vous savez pourquoi les bêtes n'ont pas la capabilité de parler?" Uric asked politely. He had learnt French when he was younger at the insistence of his father. Though his father had said he regretted it when he took Uric to visit his French relatives when he was nine. He was never allowed to mention his Great Aunt's beard again. The Muggle looked at Uric with bleary eyes.
"Eu? Ne mange ma petite!" - Uric the Oddball and the Great Goblin Uprising
Have a bit of the next chapter written. Uric chapters have a tendency to get written when I least expect them. Am having a bit of dilemma over a plot point. I'm not sure if I should introduce it now or later in the story...
"I'm Uric. Were you talking to the badgers?" The girl shook her head solemnly.
"Oh no, I don't talk to badgers," she said in a strangely sing-song voice. "Nobody talks to badgers, or any voices for that matter. I'm not supposed to talk to the voices…" She trailed off.
"It must be very hard to talk to anybody if you can't talk to the voices," said Uric diplomatically. The girl stared off into space for a moment before giving him a wicked grin.
"Oh, I just listen to them instead, and right now they're telling me you're going to leave. Good bye." - Here, There and Back Again
The quote's actually from chapter 4 which isn't up yet. I'll bet someone can guess who the girl is. Ozma's chapter is finished. I should get around to posting it next week or so. Chapter 4 is only partially written. It'll probably be as long as chapter 2 when I'm done, and then there's chapter 5 which will be very, very confusing if I don't write it properly...
"Buck up, Eddy-boy!" called Auror Flashheart from the other boat. Edmund put all his malice into sending a glare at the auror - and his prisoner, Percy Percy, for good measure. He had hoped that after leaving Hogwarts he would never have to see Flashheart again. It was a pity that he hadn't mastered the art of projectile vomiting. The good Auror would have been the first person he targeted. - Blackadder: The Pure-blood Years
From the long awaited final chapter. I have the ending. I have the plot. I have a cunning plan. Now to finish writing the second half of the chapter...
He was from __________, many leagues north of Rome, and although the area had been invaded decades ago by barbarian tribes, Rome had worked a civilizing influence on them. It still embarrassed Falco to think that his grandmother was of that barbarian stock, but it was from her he had learnt his magic, and of that he was not ashamed.
Magic made him powerful and had kept him alive in more cases than he would admit. By necessity he knew a great number of attack and healing spells, and if his comrades sometimes gave him strange looks or eyed the thin piece of wood he conjured with askance, they came to him readily when their hands were rotting of gangrene or when they wanted to get rid of the rats that infested the stores.
Of course, magic had not kept him from getting lost in this thrice-cursed fog. - Untitled
A long one shot set during Emperor Septimus Severus' invasion of Scotland (I couldn't resist...). Should be an interesting story with (gasp!) romance, if I ever finish it. I don't suppose anyone knows what the Romans called the mountain area of upper Italy around this time? (c. 208 AD)
He had hung a sign outside the Library then, telling all the students they were not to approach, unless they happened to have ten bananas handy, at which they were welcome to throw them through the door and run. He wasn't bothered by anyone for most of the day since all students did their level best to stay away from such places as libraries and departmental offices. In fact, the Librarian hadn't seen a student since last week when one of them had left him a book with a large curry stain on the inside, and a banana as compensation. Said student had last been seen on a long, and high altitude trip to Uberwald. There were some things that not even a banana could remedy. - Untitled HP/Discworld
Will finish this eventually. My 'lack of Discworld books here at uni' problem must be solved first though...
He was a priest.
The thought still made him laugh. When Colesworth had first suggested the idea, Teague has suggested that his friend had had a few too many ales. They had both had too many ales that night, but in the morning, the idea had made a startling amount of sense.
As a herbologist, he needed to travel the country without worry of being accosted by Muggles, or worse, identified for what he was. Once a wizard lost his wand...He shuddered at the thought. - Staff Troubles
Another historical one shot. It only needs a few more pages to be finished.
I actually have a few more lying around, but since the chances of them ever getting finished are remote...
ashfae. Tidbits from all my unfinished fics, including a few no one's ever seen...A Inu Yasha/Ranma 1/2 crossover, staring Azusa...
Jean Luc was gone. A small tear ran down Azusa’s cheek as she remembered her few tender moments with the recently deceased Jean Luc. Luckily for her, there was a nearby rock, who was promptly dubbed Frederic, and treasured for the cute way the lichen grew across his back.
Clutching Frederic to her, Azusa managed the climb out of the well, only vaguely aware that her surroundings were not what they should be. She skipped happily away from the well, babbling to Frederic about how cute he was. She was just telling Frederic about all his cute brothers and sisters, like Annette the tea bag, when her forward motion stopped quite abruptly. She looked up, aware on some level that a wall did not belong in the middle of a forest. - Azusachan
I don't have a clue when I'll get around to finishing this. I suppose plotting out what's actually going to happen (other than Azusa claiming a kawai bowl of ramen and naming it Stephen) would be a good idea.
The X-men meet the Muppets...
His senses alerted him to something. Was that yarn he smelled? Logan turned around, his knees bent, and ready for action. What he wasn’t prepared for was the brilliantly colored creature that stood behind him. It opened its wide mouth and screamed.
"WOLVERINE!!"
Logan nearly lost his composure and clamped his hands over his ears. As it was, his claws instinctively popped out and he took a swipe at the creature. Unfortunately, the wild-haired animal was bouncing around so much out of excitement, that he only managed to clip some tufts of its brilliant red hair. Logan groaned as the red hair began to litter the carpet. Jean was going to have to vacuum again, and she was not going to be happy. - Muppet Mayhem
Only one more chapter to go in this. Why does Mr. Sinister always end up drinking tea in my x-men fics?
A Star Wars/Shallow Grave/Highlander (or more accurately, Methos) crossover...written with
havenwardObi-Wan sighed as he looked at his reflection. He'd pinned his braid back so that it fell underneath his undone ponytail. It felt odd, especially since he'd never seen himself dressed as anything but Qui-Gon's apprentice before. The pants, or "jeans" as they were called on Earth, were too tight. His shirt boldly proclaimed "Socially Disturbed". He wondered just what the fads were on Earth to require such a saying. The sleeves of his jacket came only to his wrists, a far cry from his voluminous Jedi robes. The worst part of the new wardrobe was the footwear. These "sneakers" were everything he did not want. They were too short, and they were white, a pristine and perfect white that practically begged for someone to get them dirty. And to make matters worse, it had taken him ten minutes to lace and tie them. His dislike of Earth was growing by the minute. - Altered States
From the days when I wasn't writing in British English. The above paragraph was written over three years ago. The next and final chapter will probably be six months to a year in coming. I wish it were over already.
The big ones first...
"Who told you, you could go flying on your own?" asked Snape through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to pull out his wand and hex him.
Harry gave him a defiant look. Snape probably wouldn't have shown him how to fly even if he had been here.
"No one told me I couldn't," he said, trying to meet Snape's glare with one of his own. The problem was that Snape had years of practice.
Harry was forced to look away. Intersections in Real Time
I'm currently revising the story and getting it betaed. Once that's done, I might be able to start writing it again. I also should probably outline the plot past Hallowe'en...
"You know what it felt like yesterday? Like for one minute the entire world had been turned upside down. Our magic went wild and I swear I felt the castle itself sigh," he explained.
"How melodramatic."
"You weren't there, which brings me to my second question. Did you do it?" Godric demanded.
Salazar shook his head slowly, looking for all the world like a teacher gently reprimanding his pupil. "I wasn't there so you accuse me? Really, Godric, I expected better of you." - Sands of Time
Quoted from the prologue so I don't spoil the mystery for anyone. Well, I promised someone I'd have a new chapter out in a week and a half. It was rather masocistic of me to do so. I had to scrap the few scenes I wrote of the new chapter, and I'm going to start the chapter over from Snape's pov. It's all plotted and ready to be written though, so my goal of finishing before OotP is attainable...
Uric found his wand, curled up in his waterlogged pocket, and used it to dry himself off. The water had been very nice, but a bit too wet for his tastes. His attention was caught by a dirty looking Muggle sitting under the nearest bridge. The Muggle was gently banging his head against the bridge behind him, muttering to himself while he compulsively pet the little mongrel dog in his lap. The dog had a bald spot where the man had stroked him so often.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur. Est-ce que vous savez pourquoi les bêtes n'ont pas la capabilité de parler?" Uric asked politely. He had learnt French when he was younger at the insistence of his father. Though his father had said he regretted it when he took Uric to visit his French relatives when he was nine. He was never allowed to mention his Great Aunt's beard again. The Muggle looked at Uric with bleary eyes.
"Eu? Ne mange ma petite!" - Uric the Oddball and the Great Goblin Uprising
Have a bit of the next chapter written. Uric chapters have a tendency to get written when I least expect them. Am having a bit of dilemma over a plot point. I'm not sure if I should introduce it now or later in the story...
"I'm Uric. Were you talking to the badgers?" The girl shook her head solemnly.
"Oh no, I don't talk to badgers," she said in a strangely sing-song voice. "Nobody talks to badgers, or any voices for that matter. I'm not supposed to talk to the voices…" She trailed off.
"It must be very hard to talk to anybody if you can't talk to the voices," said Uric diplomatically. The girl stared off into space for a moment before giving him a wicked grin.
"Oh, I just listen to them instead, and right now they're telling me you're going to leave. Good bye." - Here, There and Back Again
The quote's actually from chapter 4 which isn't up yet. I'll bet someone can guess who the girl is. Ozma's chapter is finished. I should get around to posting it next week or so. Chapter 4 is only partially written. It'll probably be as long as chapter 2 when I'm done, and then there's chapter 5 which will be very, very confusing if I don't write it properly...
"Buck up, Eddy-boy!" called Auror Flashheart from the other boat. Edmund put all his malice into sending a glare at the auror - and his prisoner, Percy Percy, for good measure. He had hoped that after leaving Hogwarts he would never have to see Flashheart again. It was a pity that he hadn't mastered the art of projectile vomiting. The good Auror would have been the first person he targeted. - Blackadder: The Pure-blood Years
From the long awaited final chapter. I have the ending. I have the plot. I have a cunning plan. Now to finish writing the second half of the chapter...
He was from __________, many leagues north of Rome, and although the area had been invaded decades ago by barbarian tribes, Rome had worked a civilizing influence on them. It still embarrassed Falco to think that his grandmother was of that barbarian stock, but it was from her he had learnt his magic, and of that he was not ashamed.
Magic made him powerful and had kept him alive in more cases than he would admit. By necessity he knew a great number of attack and healing spells, and if his comrades sometimes gave him strange looks or eyed the thin piece of wood he conjured with askance, they came to him readily when their hands were rotting of gangrene or when they wanted to get rid of the rats that infested the stores.
Of course, magic had not kept him from getting lost in this thrice-cursed fog. - Untitled
A long one shot set during Emperor Septimus Severus' invasion of Scotland (I couldn't resist...). Should be an interesting story with (gasp!) romance, if I ever finish it. I don't suppose anyone knows what the Romans called the mountain area of upper Italy around this time? (c. 208 AD)
He had hung a sign outside the Library then, telling all the students they were not to approach, unless they happened to have ten bananas handy, at which they were welcome to throw them through the door and run. He wasn't bothered by anyone for most of the day since all students did their level best to stay away from such places as libraries and departmental offices. In fact, the Librarian hadn't seen a student since last week when one of them had left him a book with a large curry stain on the inside, and a banana as compensation. Said student had last been seen on a long, and high altitude trip to Uberwald. There were some things that not even a banana could remedy. - Untitled HP/Discworld
Will finish this eventually. My 'lack of Discworld books here at uni' problem must be solved first though...
He was a priest.
The thought still made him laugh. When Colesworth had first suggested the idea, Teague has suggested that his friend had had a few too many ales. They had both had too many ales that night, but in the morning, the idea had made a startling amount of sense.
As a herbologist, he needed to travel the country without worry of being accosted by Muggles, or worse, identified for what he was. Once a wizard lost his wand...He shuddered at the thought. - Staff Troubles
Another historical one shot. It only needs a few more pages to be finished.
I actually have a few more lying around, but since the chances of them ever getting finished are remote...
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