quigonejinn | see the sun again

- 5 Things: HH is a chick
- 5 Things: Richard Arthur
- Not-5-Things-AU, post-LH happy ending RA visiting story
- Not-5-Things-AU, Marie story
- Crackville Bush and HH eat Chinese food. Involve awful offal.
- Bush/Hammond
- Bush/Pellew
- Signal the Fleet.
- Barbarafic, no seriously
- Biscuit crate!
- Mariafic.
- possible either HH/WB or HH/EP collab with K

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Ellipses are sinful. So are exclamation marks. No Irishmen or dogs allowed.
Dialogue is the cousin of the devil.
Appositive phrases, quite frequently, ahoy!
Adverb abuse! Vaguely, obscurely, quickly, avastly me mateys.
Who the fuck needs descriptions? Or setting? This is fanfic. You know what the fuck these people look like, as well as what Naboo/Corsucant/Tatooine/Portsmouth/Gracay/HMS Buttfuck look like.
_________, however, is a big dude with big hands and scars, who dies sudden end on the verge of what seems like it ought to be a golden age. He was orthodox in his bones, but still never fits in with the powers that be because of social/political factors. OMG plebz0r <3 <3 <3.
The names place of place are invoked cheap angst-o-meter points. Naboo! Caudebec! Corsucant! Sheerness! Kingston!
Behaviors that you will find: dramatic closings of the eyes, careful lip-biting, nine months pregnant silences, listening to the heartbeat or breathing of a cared-for other party, undressing your lovers, breaking down the facial components of the other party into physical elemets because you can't figure out what they're feeling, filthy sex with no verbal leadup.
Either third person limited or aggressive second person. At least I'm starting to use past tense with some degree of naturaless.
The story follows this general outline:
"This is how it is" intro line/section on theme A that is heavy on the punchy structure but short on scene-setting.

Introduction of theme B

Introduction of theme C to distract you from the fact that I have no idea what is going on

Expansion of theme B to keep you ditracted some more

Tie theme B to theme C

Tie theme B/C to theme A, introduce super-sad variant of theme A in relation to the new connection, throw in a name-drop reference Caudebec, Sheerness, the Loire, Corsucant, or Naboo, and BLAMMO! We're done except for smirking excessively when the too-kind readers are like OMG THAT IS SUCH A GREAT LAST LINE and pretending that you haven't done the exact same thing twelve times before.

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Well, then what happened???

And that, boysangirls, is how to keep a Kit on the edge of her chair.

(Give

quigonejinn a chance to respond, silleh!)

What do you think?

He took Hornblower off rum for a month and had him stand totally unsexy double-watches for a week. Duh.

PSYCH! :)

Man. I was telling Kiri the other day that I'm just physically incapable of writing EP/HH. Especially episotlary-style stuff. Like, I keep trying? And it doesn't work. It's humiliating.

The porn, I can do. It's the setup. And the talking.

Seriously, you don't have to. Do anything. I was just thinking that it was amazingly funny how we fell into that riff the other day. Daddy needs a backrub, Daddy's had a bad day, poor little Horatio.

I actually don't ship it, but I think I could write it. And it's your fault that I can, because honestly, I never thought of him as being the type to mess with a subordinate before! I'd look at Kit's drawings and read her short fics and enjoy them, but I didn't think I could write that!

(screened comment)

You are so. cute.

I understand your problem with the dialogue because I deal with that in my RPG all the time. A lot of people can't write period dialogue. If you want to learn,

commodorified or I or any of a number of people can teach you.

But I've done a lot of RPG ficcage where the chat log was me and another person horsing around and then I edited it to make it sound right.

biichan has certain Wisconsinisms that Alastor Moody would never say, but as long as she has the right tone and attitude, I can fix the language.

You are so. cute.

*weeps* If I weren't so fond of you, my friend, I would hate you.

And once this wretched bout of work is over, I'd love to learn to write period, but I have to warn you that I'm retardedly hard to teach in writing. People have been trying to teach me for year,s and I don't write with section breaks and fragments and dashes and semicolons all over the place because of some kind of artistic choice -- it's the only way that I can write. I'm just kind of crap at filtering things as they come out, as you may have noticed. XD

You'll have to excuse me and the screened posts and the general batshittery that I'm pulling right now. As you can tell, I'm kind of having a Hornblower period right now -- swear to GOD that I am not usually this mentally unstable, but it's a stressful time of year, and I'm so self-conscious and self-doubting and neurotic that it's pretty much socially crippling.

*should know better than to go on the Internet when she's like this*

If you ever want to talk about it, let me know, I'm capable of lots of general batshittery under stress, too.

And hey, where else do you go when you feel socially inept and terrified of human contact? *hugs*

You ARE Kiri. I meant Kit. *SOBS*

*pets you* It's okay, it's confusing. (There is someone at work who thinks that my name is Kitty. Because the Japanese 'r' sound confuses her.)

Just don't call me Carrie. I hate that.

To the top of the mast with you, lad!

Hahahahahah.

You so don't want to know where my mind took that.

HAHAHAH SAME PLACE AS MINE WENT, I BET.

"Masthead for the midshipmen, the cat for the men." [Robert K. Massie, Dreadnought: Britain, Germany and the Coming of the Great War, page 384.]

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