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Chapters 2 and 3 are done too

Finished the paper edits of chapter 1 (of 4) from my big bang. And started entering them into ellipsus.

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Sometimes I wonder if I'm too high for people’s posts or they must be high

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Words: Challenge Edition

- lugubrious

- osmosis

- subduction zone

- onomatopoeia

- capricious

- stalactite

- stalagmite

Ok, this is a challenge but we are going to do it. I believe in me. It is under the cut as this is going to be a big boy but here's the featured fics as it is a mix of fandoms:

lugubrious - There's No Place Like Home Ch5

subduction zone and osmosis - mangroves Ch4

onomatopoeia - Roll Call Ch4

capricious - Artificial Incompetence Ch1

stalactite and stalagmite - Collateral Damage

Capricious - Artificial Incompetence Ch1

When he could finally read the screen he balked at it being six in the morning on a Saturday, whoever was blowing up his phone at this time in the morning better have a good reason to do so. It was The Park which only caused River’s frown to grow. He had a somewhat capricious relationship with the higher ups in the service between his tendency to bring in big fish and his tendency to trip over his own feet in the pursuit of that. The current stage of their relationship was one of them pretending he didn’t exist; yet here there were emails and texts and calls demanding that he came in as soon as physically possible. There had been a hack on the Park and River’s details and case history was one of the files that had been scrapped. They had no idea what the purpose of this was and who had done it but he might be in danger as his home address was on that file.

Lugubrious - There's No Place Like Home Ch5

Lugubrious was one of the words of the day on Ted’s stupid little calendar that he had on the corner of his desk. Roy didn’t really know why he had seen that and fixated on it, maybe it was because it was a stupid word for a stupid feeling. But as he walked into the room and his eyes immediately settled on Ted’s face, the only thing he could think was that Ted was looking lugubrious, morose, depressed, any of the other synonyms on that stupid bit of paper. He was stood with red ringed eyes, pale cheeks, and a chapped bottom lip from where he was worrying it with his teeth. Beard was next to him, as stoic and seemingly unfeeling as usual. “You can’t leave,” he stated bluntly, only a small crack in his voice to betray how he was feeling about all of this.

Subduction Zone and Osmosis - mangroves Ch4

Metamorphosis was a key part of the Harkness ideology in a multitude of ways. When you grew up at Les Arbres the first thing was to shed all parts of yourself that needed something from someone else. The only thing you needed was a mission; you became a weapon for Frank to point at a target. To be a weapon like that you needed to be able to change, metamorphosise into the correct thing for the mission, absorbing a new identity to blend in like osmosis. River still did it, the longer he spent in a place the more little traits seeped in through the cracks. It helped no one look too closely at the River Cartwright identity. Now it was unnerving, with every step through Lavande he could feel the old creeping towards him. With every step he was becoming lighter on his feet, his senses were firing at a hundred percent, his back was getting a little straighter. Even in the cab ride there, River had been answering any questions in the combined French American accent that all of his brothers and him were raised with. It was like slipping on an old suit, one that didn’t just fit quite right and had him twitching and itching. The Harkness method, River knew now, was twisted and wrong and it broke the young boys that had been subjected to it. You apply another heat and pressure, everything changes. It was like those rocks getting pulled down towards the centre of the earth. As they passed into the subduction zone, they were melted and compressed into something shiny and new and harder than before. Something different, something better. That was what Frank did and that solid granite core would never break or fade no matter what River did to try and rip it would of himself. Returning to Les Arbres was asking for trouble, it was already spreading.

Onomatopoeia - Roll Call Ch4

Isaac wished he could tell everyone he didn’t feel the impact of the car. He didn’t know what happened but there were shouts, crunching of metal, flying glass and then suddenly there was a second thump and he was thrown forwards. It felt like one of those comic book scenes in slow motion with the onomatopoeia of Thump! Bam! Crunch! Surrounding his rattled brain. His seatbelt shunted all the air out of his lungs as it caught his flight and stopped it in its tracks. Before Isaac could look around, move or even think anything further than “oh shit” the back of the bus crumpled around him. The screeching of metal was deafening on all sides. Then the pain started. His consciousness rejoined his body on the bus crumpled against the table, leg pinned between the broken seats and the table leg. He couldn’t move it, but he could very much feel every inch of it.

Stalactite and Stalagmite - Collateral Damage

Going about his usual daily routine after the day he had been through feels like dragging sandpaper across his own skin. But what else was he to do? The world doesn’t just stop because Ted Lasso got his ego put through a meat grinder. He still needs to cook and do the washing up. “So like the stalagmites are the floor ones and they are might like they might one day reach the ceiling. But stalactites are the ones that hang down, they are tights like they hang tight to the ceiling,” Henry chirped through the screen. He had seemed to sense that his dad wasn’t really in it today and like the wonderful young man he was, was carrying all the conversation himself about the geology lesson they had done that day at school. Despite Ted’s failings and his marriage failing, Henry had turned out alright hadn’t he?

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Thank you my dear! Here's a little bit of Something Just Out Of Reach Ch1 for you :)

The man who had been driving the car that had hit him to start all of this, loomed menacingly in the background. He pulled out a small vial and syringe. River’s eyes widened at the sight and struggles renewed in earnest. He lashed out, foot landing a solid blow in the groin of the thug holding him down. He crumpled, stumbling backwards and freeing River’s hands only for a millisecond before someone else had his hands in their grip, straddling over his legs making River’s struggles look like a flailing fish. “Hold him still,” the man with the needle barked, his command only rejuvenating River’s energy to writhe in place. “You don’t think I’m trying,” the other one growled, his face turning red with the exertion of keeping River pinned. “Try harder!” he hissed, advancing on River with a predatory stride. River grunted around the gag, tossing his head in every possible direction until the man got in reach. He gripped, so tightly around River’s jaw it felt like it was bruising, pushing his head away. He loomed so close that River could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath as the needle was pressed into the side of his neck. River grunted around the gag, he was trying to curse out his captors but everything, the power of his rage, was muted behind the slightly pinks stained cloth. The world around him faded to black from the outside in. His muscles stopped responding, falling limp. And then he was out cold.

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for the @ficwip word of the week: party

River had never made friends easily. He made acquaintances well enough, maybe friends, but best mates? No, those didn’t happen often. There was Harry in secondary school; Harry who had the same love for James Bond movies and English history that River did. Harry, who had no athletic bones in his body but would still come to all of River’s rugby matches even if he occasionally was reading books in the stands.

Then there was Jonas at University. River’s assigned roommate who spent most of his time in the dorm of his girlfriend but who still invited River along to every party and trip to the dining hall. By the time he graduated, River had found his own girlfriend, a woman who now he hadn’t thought about in years, who he last saw in an Italian village flirting with a bartender as River caught a bus to the train station.

And then there was James; along came the spider.

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Two nights in a row I've put on slow horses as background while I edit and two nights in a row I'm distracted watching. Oops.

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“I don't care if you asstime the Pope” has to be a top ten Lamb line

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That's certainly one interpretation.

I get her bluffing and trying to get Lamb to sign before River gets there. But to me, Diana looks surprised to see River when he gets to her office. She immediately picks up her phone. If she knew it was Webb, then wouldn't she assume River was the one to knock him out/take his clothes? She could've easily told Duffy or whoever called her in the show to come to her office before she hung up the phone. Lamb would think it was to take his signed statement. Why would she be surprised to see him if she knew they had captured Spider?

Upon a closer look, it turns out that River has stolen not only Spider's jacket but also his blue shirt and rather tight jeans to match. Getting Spider naked and then dressing him up must have taken considerable effort. That's true attention to detail, or whatever it's called.

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Yeah okay. Have my River Cartwrights from the past few days

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River redressed Spider to give himself more time. If they found Spider in his underwear they would know it was Spider and not waste time bringing him down to the basement as they did. Why they wouldn't take the mask off before hauling an unconscious body down there, I don't know, other than to have Lamb gloat to Diana about it not actually being River that was taken to the basement before River saunters in to her office.

Upon a closer look, it turns out that River has stolen not only Spider's jacket but also his blue shirt and rather tight jeans to match. Getting Spider naked and then dressing him up must have taken considerable effort. That's true attention to detail, or whatever it's called.

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So I've been watching Slow Horses...

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first and last appearances

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^^River in all my fics and also every season of slow horses

me, covered in my blorbo’s blood after I wrote a fic about them

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fav fics: at the end of everything DEF and how much was mine to keep (🙏plezzeee more)

-amloth @hr-twink

Wahhh I love that my hairwashing fic is a fave (love the hair washing trope so much)

And therwill definitely be more of how much was mine to keep! Chapter 2 just needs a final edit (so likely after the big bang) but it will have more! I'm also counting on whumptober to inspire multiple chapters there (I have it plotted out but whumptober is very helpful lol)

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Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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Sacrificial Lamb snippet? (9 hours late)

No such time as too late! I'm still planning out this fic as a concept so very much a WIP but here's a bit from the opening for you and your very kind ask

“Sir, hello, can you open your eyes for me?” Pain lanced through River’s temple with every word. “Sir?” A hand lightly shook his shoulder, dragging a weak mewl of pain from River as he tried to move away. “He’s responding, breathing but that bruising and the lacerations don’t look promising. Sir have you taken anything?” River moved to shake his head but even the slight preparatory motion sent his head swimming and gut churning. “No,” he eventually forced out through gritted teeth. “Ok, can you open your eyes?” The voice was annoyingly persistent and it seemed the only way to get her to stop talking was going to be opening his eyes. A deep breath and then a small squint, ready for the pain to worsen as soon as light hit his corneas. But it didn’t, it was dark; the only light was coming from a dim amber street light. It was night time. Why was he asleep outside at night time? Honestly the more apt question would simply be, why was he asleep outside?