I haven't done the WIP meme because my WIPs are all hand-written, but if you pick one number from 1-4 and another number from 1-200, I'll see if it matches something in one of my notebooks?
just found out that if i stay in my room all the time my life will eventually shrink to the size of it and i will lose all memory of how to function as a person. shocked & upset
this endless cycle of violence between Growers and Showers on the streets of our great nation must stop. Thats why if you elect me, the guy whose penis stays exactly the same no matter what you go and do to it, I promise that we will enter an era of sheer peace the likes of which you’ve never seen, jack
This scene gives me whiplash. At first Jack is like “fuck” but when Phryne hedges and makes it clear she’s not going to press him into kissing her in front of all these people, he relaxes. The rational next step? Flirt with her, of course! (The way he smiles and looks at her lips on the “m” in “viscum” 🥵) Then when she responds to that, swaying forward and clearly thinking, “oh well maybe he is going to kiss me,” retreat!!
(All capped off by an extremely sexually frustrated expression on Phryne’s face which lasts about a full minute after the end of this gifset)
Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015)
↳ 2x13 Murder Under The Mistletoe
Fuck yeah you can 👀 at Eyes Front. This is a “Phryne ties Jack up and has her way with him” fic; I haven’t decided if this will be simple teasing, edging, light dom/sub or a combo of all three. It’s set in the early days of their relationship. Here’s a snippet from the first part of the fic.
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“As a woman of means,” Phryne says, stepping out of her shoes, “I can usually obtain whatever I want. But some things aren’t for sale.” Her voice lilts as if she’s telling a story, or weaving evidence into a web for an unwitting suspect. “Some things don’t have a price, and are kept so well-guarded, locked away so deeply, that even I can’t access them.” She puts one foot on the bed, allowing her skirt to fall above her knee. “The thing I want is like that, Jack. And that’s precisely why I want it so badly.”
Phryne removes her garter, not salaciously, but as offhandedly as if she’s getting ready for bed. Jack, silent as the grave, watches her every move. His hands flex slightly above their restraints.
“If you think I mean your heart, you’re wrong.” This brings Jack’s eyes back to hers. “It is priceless, true, but…” She pauses as she rolls the stocking down her leg and gives him a coy look. “You’ve already given it to me. It’s one of my most precious possessions.”
A flush climbs over the sharpness of Jack’s cheeks but he doesn’t look away. Phryne has to steady herself in the wake of his heated gaze before she continues.
“You know I don’t mean a good fuck. You’ve given me that, too. You’ve surpassed my imaginings, Inspector, and I can assure you: they were many and varied.”
Jack lets out a long, slow breath but doesn’t otherwise move. Phryne removes her other garter.
My accidental marriage proposal fic’s working title is a bit misleading. The idea is that Phryne fears a marriage proposal from Jack in their early days. In the nascent stages—and I don’t anticipate finishing this one—my dialogue sometimes looks like this.
Jack: There's something I want to ask you.
Phryne: Oh Jack, please don't.
Jack: I was—
Phryne: Listen! I think Mr. Butler is calling us for dinner.
Jack: Why are you acting strangely? What's wrong?
Phryne: I'm not acting strangely.
Jack: I was going to ask you to go away with me for the weekend.
Phryne: Oh! A trip! That sounds wonderful!
Jack: What did you think I was going to ask?
Phryne: What do you mean? Nothing.
Jack: [narrows his eyes at her]
Phryne: [turns a shade of pink]
Jack: Well well well, it looks like we found your other fear.
Phryne: There’s no need to be so smug, Jack! It was a simple misunderstanding.
Jack: [smugly takes a sip of his drink]
Phryne: [sticks out her chin] What would be so bad about it, anyway?
Jack: wut
WIP TITLE ASK MEME
Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thanks to @midnight-els for tagging me!
All, of course, are for Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.
1. Eyes Front
2. Snippets
3. Field of Reeds Ch 8
4. Crime scene (Diamonds & Rust)
5. You never resisted me
6. Accidental marriage proposal
7. Some Old-Fashioned Way (Diamonds & Rust)
8. A Convenient Arrangement
Let’s see what you’ve got @rachaeljurassic @perceptivehands @anneofgreengaybles @scruggzi @justplainsalty !
Helloooo, I would like to hear about the two Diamonds & Rust fics from the WIP ask meme!!
I just answered for one—the other, working title “Crime Scene,” is next up in my D&R universe. It’s set in 1943, when Phryne crashes Jack’s crime scene for the first time several months after their long-overdue reunion.
Here’s an expository snippet.
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Bert insisted on ferrying her around these days, despite his new status as an independently (and reluctantly) wealthy man, thanks to Prudence’s last will and testament. A staunch friend to Prudence in the years after Arthur’s death—and a nearly constant companion in her final months—Bert should not have been surprised by her posthumous generosity, but he had been. He had practically tipped over the solicitor’s table at the reading of the will, finally realizing why he had been invited and completely incensed about it. It had been difficult, frankly, for Phryne to keep a straight face.
Haha you went straight for the gut! I can’t reveal a lot about this fic, other than it’s a 5+1 and I’m excited about it and it’s going to kill me one day.
I will say that a small part of it is Rosie POV, and it takes place in 1944.
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“I had a path in mind, what our life was supposed to look like. You do that when you’re young, don’t you? Well, not everyone does but I was that kind of girl, I suppose.” Rosie’s eyes were very far away. “When that path changed, I fought it every step of the way. For no real reason other than it wasn’t what was supposed to happen.”
Jack was very still. This conversation was a long time coming. They’d forgiven each other in small words and gestures over the years until there was nothing but love left, but emotional epiphanies had never been Jack and Rosie’s milieu. There had been a few tears on both sides the time Rosie informed Jack of her pregnancy, when she had thanked him for being there for her through the most difficult time in her life; but they had never truly revisited the disintegration of their marriage. Rosie had not realized until now how much she needed to say this, and how much Jack probably needed to hear it.
“I was so set on what was supposed to have happened. We were living one life and I kept seeing that other life in every reflection. God, I was young and stubborn. And stupid.”
Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thanks to @midnight-els for tagging me!
All, of course, are for Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.
1. Eyes Front
2. Snippets
3. Field of Reeds Ch 8
4. Crime scene (Diamonds & Rust)
5. You never resisted me
6. Accidental marriage proposal
7. Some Old-Fashioned Way (Diamonds & Rust)
8. A Convenient Arrangement
Let’s see what you’ve got @rachaeljurassic @perceptivehands @anneofgreengaybles @scruggzi @justplainsalty !