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[handfuloftime]

10 Lines Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Tagged by @solomontoaster - thanks! This also made me realize how little fic I’ve written recently, lol.

Anyway, I’m cheating and starting with a wip:

Eighteen years ago, amid the great reorganization, the crown had seized the traitors’ lands as forfeit. With the old king in such ill health, it had fallen to him to distribute them as he saw fit. Small holdings, mostly, with paltry revenues—the inheritances of daughters and younger sons, though of course the duchy of Edda was a real prize. The main portion went to Jungby and Dozel and Freege, to buy their continued loyalty and smooth over any hard feelings. But he’d kept one for himself. He’d appointed a steward to oversee the upkeep and revenues, and occasionally entertained the thought of bringing Deirdre to visit, if only to make Sigurd’s ghost howl down in hell, but in the end he’d never gone.

And for fics I’ve actually published:

a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can’t read (Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War, Sigurd/Arvis, 2.6k)

It's at the banquet in Belhalla to celebrate the fortieth year of King Azmir's reign that Sigurd first meets the young duke of Velthomer.

a series of observations for determining the local attraction (The Terror, Rossieranne, 3.7k)

"How was he?" is Anne's first question, before Francis has even finished taking off his coat in the foyer.

meet me in the woods (The Terror, Rossier and JCR/Anne, 2k)

A clattering noise out in the dark startles Francis so badly that he nearly drops one of the oars. He looks around, trying to spot the other boat—but no, it's just a few ducks, startled by the boat's passage.

Francis sighs, readjusts his grip on the oars, and wonders for the dozenth time how he got himself into this mess. 

in the pleasure of your company (The Terror, Francis/Anne Ross, 1.3k)

The clock in the sitting room strikes the hour: eleven, later than Francis had thought.

this isn’t over (Our Flag Means Death, Stizzy, 2k)

"Captain," Izzy says.

"Yeah?" Ed says. "What's up?"

There are two captains on the Revenge's quarterdeck, actually: Ed leaning against the railing as he finishes his cup of tea, and Stede just coming up the stairs with another plate of scones. But there's no question who Izzy's talking to.

Ribbons (Our Flag Means Death, Izzy/Ed, 1.5k)

"Izzy? Izzy, get in here!"

Izzy has learned to dread the sound of Edward calling him from Bonnet's cabin. He's long since lost patience for feigning interest in whatever ridiculous toy Edward has found, Bonnet included. 

Ancestry (Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, gen, 1.2k)

Sanaki tiptoes through the eastern galleries of Mainal Cathedral.

It's mid-afternoon, which means that the cathedral choir is practicing in one of the smaller chapels, somewhere a few levels down and closer to the main temple. As she slips through the arcade, she can hear the first harmonies filtering up through the flagstones, like the building itself is singing.

Resolve (Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Levail/Zelgius, 1.5k)

General Zelgius comes for him a week after the world stops.

Let the Waters Roar (The Terror, Rossier, 3k)

The Portuguese coast is a gray-green smudge on the horizon, as it has been for months. Francis casts it a weary glance as he hauls himself up on deck, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Lieutenant Hastings, who fancies himself a wit, sees him looking and says, “No, it hasn’t moved.”

#tag memes #i guess this is my fic tag

[annecoulmanross]

Ooh Captain Sir James Clark Ross: A Fan Fiction c.1849

Technically I finished this last night so I’m calling it my bingo fill for @theterrorbingo square “Magical Realism,” giving me a bingo at literally (after) the last possible moment. Voila! 

My eternal gratitude to @frederickdesvoeux for watching Pride & Prejudice (2005) and giving me the initial idea for this insanity. This depiction of Sir James Clark Ross is based – with my eternal apologies – on Henry William Pickersgill’s c.1847-1848 portrait, now in the collection of the Scott Polar Research Institute. Credit to the overall design of this goes, of course, to the beautiful Hark! A Vagrant comic “Ooh Mister Darcy.” 

#theterrorbingo #sir james clark ross #ann(e) coulman ross #francis crozier #rossierann #terrorposting

[submariini]

“I didn’t know dancing could be—” he pauses, hand waving through the air as he looks for a word not as strong as enjoyable. “—enjoyable.” 

(Or: James and Francis, through the dances they dance.)

the rossier exchange lifted anonymity so i get to admit to writing this!! written for @sailingsouthernseas​ who asked for james & francis dancing and i just. yeah dancing! 

canon compliant ft. some historical handwaving.

#the terror #rossier #francis crozier #james clark ross #rossierann #mine #fanfic* #the terror*

[jamesclarkross]

By the stars above, I know we were in love

A Rossier but it’s all Lord Huron playlist

Spotify tells me I am in the 0.005% top Lord Huron listeners, so I feel qualified to create this playlist finally. Lyrics breakdown under the cut:

1. Ends Of The Earth - Theme

To the ends of the earth would you follow me?

There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see

To the ends of the earth would you follow me?

If you won't I must say my goodbyes to thee

2. Brother - Before the expedition 

How long have I known you, brother?

Hundreds of lives, thousands of years

How many miles have we wandered

Under the sky, chasing our fear?

Some kind of trouble is coming

Don't know when, don't know what

I will stand by you, brother

'Til the daylight comes or I'm dead and gone

I've shared my life with you, brother

Since I recall, you've been my friend

You say we're not like the others

Still we must die, all things must end

3. Way Out There - Francis leaving with Franklin 

I'm a long way from the one that I loved

I've been tending old flames, lamenting what was

Drifting in a land time forgot

If you think that I've changed, you know me not

I belong bodily to the earth

I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first

I been unravelling since my birth

Gonna wander out there and see what I'm worth

Find me way out there

there's no road that will lead us back

When you follow the strange trails

they will take you who knows where

If I found a way to stay with you tonight

it would only make me late, for a date I can't escape

4. The Night We Met - James missing Francis 

I am not the only traveller

Who has not repaid his debt

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I'm supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

5. Frozen Pines -  The start of the search 

I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where.

I will wait in the night until you decide to take me there.

Cause I know I don't wanna stay here forever, it's time to be moving on.

I don't wanna be the only one livin' when all of my friends are gone.

6. When The Night Is Over - The search continues, worrying intensifies  

Now the trail has gone cold

I don't know where else to go

And my time, I fear, is nearly over

When the ocean drinks the sky

And the city winks its eye

When the night is done, you'll vanish in the sun

Will I hold you when the night is over?

7. Lonesome Dreams - The search continues, hope fades 

I been dreaming again of a lonesome road

Where I'm lost and I've got no friends

Just the rocks and the trees

And my lonesome dreams

And a road that'll never end

I been dreaming again of a lonesome world

Where I'm lost and I'm on my own

Left my best in the beats on this trip, baby

Just please don't leave me alone

8. In The Wind - James returns alone

I would wait for a thousand years

I would sit right here by the lake, my dear

You just let me know that you're coming home

And I'll wait for you

Years have gone but the pain is the same

I have passed my days by the sound of your name

Well they say that you're gone and that I should move on

I wonder: how do they know, baby?

9. The Ghost On The Shore - The Spectral Arctic, Franklin Expedition confirmed dead  

Lie where I land let my bones turn to sand

I was born on the lake and I don't want to leave it

Every eye on the coast ever more

Will remember the sight of the ghost on the shore

Under the waves and the earth of an age

Lie a thousand old northerners' graves

Deep in the night when the moon's glowing bright

They come rising up into the night

#rossier #the terror playlists #Playlists #yes there are other songs with rossier vibes or even rossieranne and rossanne but i wanted to keep this concise

[annecoulmanross]

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” –Richard Siken, The Worm King’s Lullaby

“He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was a dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago. I live in someone else’s future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at the moon.” 

Images: 

1. HMS Erebus in the Ice (1846) by François-Étienne Musin overlaid with daguerreotype (1845) of Francis Rawdon Moira Crozier 

2. Grave of Lady Ann Coulman Ross overlaid with photo of an unknown woman (c.1855) by Maull & Polyblank found by @sailingsouthernseas

3. Photo (1930) of the Crozier Monument in Banbridge, Ireland

4. HMS Erebus and Terror in the Antarctic (1847) by James Wilson Carmichael overlaid with photo of Sir James Clark Ross

#im sorry my brain made some angst #look what the rossier exchange hath wrought #rossier #rossierann #francis crozier #ann(e) coulman ross #sir james clark ross #terrorposting #now go read Cold is the Arctic sea far are your arms from me #and Dim Shadows #and your hands on my waist #and and of their shadows deep #and cry in canon-compliance with me

[annecoulmanross]

Half as Beautiful Too

1867: Sir James Clark Ross has written a letter to his beloved wife, Ann. 

Chapter 9 of Trust in the Light, part of the afterlife series Old Friend, Come Back Home

#rossier #rossierann #sir james clark ross #francis crozier #ann(e) coulman ross #old friend come back home #fic promo #the terror #the terror amc #terrorposting

[submariini]

some rossieranne for the most handsome man’s birthday!

#james clark ross #the terror #theterroredit #the terror amc #francis crozier #anne coulman ross #every day i weep about how anne looks at james bye #mine #the terror*

[handfuloftime]

BIRBS?????

Birbs!!! (Though maybe not the Birb you’re thinking of, Edmund, sorry!)

This is the Annie Ross and Uncle Frank go birdwatching fic (with very background Rossieranne), which I meant to finish in January, oops. But I’m going to get back to it once I have time, hopefully. 

An excerpt:

The binoculars are Annie’s treasure, a present from kind Captain Bird for her birthday last summer. He’d brought them all the way from Italy. Tom had been dreadfully jealous that she wouldn’t let him play with them (with good reason: he’s a baby still, barely older than Andrew) but after she had let him look at the kestrel that sits on the chimney flue sometimes, he had been less jealous. She goes and fetches them now, and puts on her coat against the cold early morning air. Uncle Frank has found his coat too, she’s glad to see: he and Papa forget their coats all the time, going outside in the snow in their shirtsleeves, and Mama tells them they’ll catch their death.

#desvoeuwu #asks #i guess this is my fic tag