I was tagged by @lady-eleanor-vane. thanks!

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

1. nicknames: Meg, Meggie (one person gets away with this and she knows who she is, no one else try it), Megraham (don’t ask), Pagan (from my old url)

2. gender: Cisfemale

3. star sign: Virgo

4. height: 5′7″

5. time: 8:53 a.m.

6. birthday: September 22

7. favorite bands: Mumford and Sons, the Corries, Owain Phyfe and the New World Renaissance Band, Wolgemut

8. favorite solo artists: that’s a very long list – I adore music

9. song stuck in my head: The Oath of Feanor by Adele McAllister

10. last movie i watched: uh… shit. Thor: Ragnarok, possibly?

11. last show i watched: The Exorcist

12. when did i create my blog: 2012, I think. I’m not positive – it might have been 2011

13. what do i post: Black Sails, Tolkien, funny things, and occasional personal posts

14. last thing i googled: Righteous Blackguards (they’re a band)

15. do i have any other blogs: nope

16. do i get asks: not much – my anon is on again, though

17. why i chose my url: because have you seen Flint’s hair?

18. following: 296.

19. followers: 531

21. average hours of sleep: 5-7

22. lucky number: don’t have one

23. instruments: never played but I’d like to learn the violin

24. what am i wearing: um… as mentioned it’s just after 9 on a Sunday morning, so a nightgown.

26. dream job: I trained to do museum work – curatorial, mostly with a side of admin

27. dream trip: just…just get me out of this atrocious shit show of a country, ok?

28. favorite food: spaghetti

29. nationality: American, sadly

30. favorite song right now: I don’t even know. I love music but I’m just not even in the mood to hear any today.

tagging @my-truest-flinthamilton, @complaininginthedark, @mirandamcgraw, @ohgressfuriosa, and anyone else that wants

The Rules:

Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @captainqueer-oflesbos quite a few days ago. Sorry it’s taken so long, and thanks! As usual, I’m cheating a bit because… idk, the sentence looks a little odd out of context.

From Reclamation:

“No,” she says. “I did not come for a debate. You cannot keep me here, nor can you kill me, as my remaining family will most certainly object strenuously, and I rather think that Mr. McGraw and Lord Hamilton might do you harm if you were to try. I will be staying for three days so that I might recover from the journey. I would greatly appreciate if Lord Hamilton and Mr. McGraw might be given accommodation in the house and some measure of comfort to prepare them to travel.”

That’s a lot of words – too many to tag people for. I’m tagging anyone that wants to do it – I have no idea who’s been tagged already recently and I know a lot of people are doing work for school right now.

hey look a writing tagging thing – post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

I was tagged by @squid-inspiration and, like her, I find that the last sentence I wrote is less of a sentence and more of a word with punctuation, so here – have the last three or four sentences I wrote to make it more interesting:

“Uncle Thomas,” she says in voice that sounds as though it belongs to someone far too old to call him uncle, “and -” She draws in a breath sharply. “Mr. McGraw?”

James’ grip on Thomas’ arm grows tighter, and, much to Thomas’ surprise, his lover steps forward. There is absolute amazement on his face – much like Thomas’ own, because the girl in front of him is undoubtably, unbelievably –

“Abigail?”

I tag @penflicks, @comtessedebussy, @iwt-v, and anyone else that wants to do it!

The Cup of Their Deserving: 3, 4, 5, 11, 12

3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

Honestly – this is a massive cheat, but I’m overwhelmingly proud of the entire first two chapters. They just – wrote themselves, or rather Madi wrote herself, and I was left sitting back wondering why I had never written her before when she’s just so incredibly self-aware and intelligent and calm even when she’s facing horrible things.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

It’s not so much a favorite line of dialogue as it is a favorite section of dialogue:

“What were you planning to do if we married?”The question stops him – causes his eyes to widen.

“If we married?” he asks, and she looks down at him, anger forming a hard, heavy knot in her chest.

“If we had married, what do you think you would have done?” she asks again. “I am my mother’s heir. What life did you see for us, if it did not include bearing the weight of a throne? Of a people?”

“I – suppose I hadn’t really considered it,” he answers, and she feels something in her twist at the words. “If we were to marry -” He looks at her with astonished eyes. “I don’t know,” he confesses, and she nods.

“I know,” she answers. “I did not understand Captain Flint at first. I did not trust him for the same reason that I do not trust any of you. He was a man. He was white, and he made promises I did not think he could keep. Promises I did not think he truly meant. Do you know what convinced me?”

Silver shakes his head – and Madi leans in, bending at the waist, her head closer now to his.

“The day we thought you died in the harbor. You went under. Do you recall?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Of course I do. It was -”

“That day,” she tells him, her voice still low and somehow disconnected from her. “That day, Captain Flint proved himself to me. Do you know how?”

Silver shakes his head again, and she searches his eyes. He truly does not know, she thinks – does not understand.

“He left you there,” she answers, and watches something that she would swear is old grief, old anger flash through his eyes. “You went under the surface of the water. We watched it happen – and I saw the moment that Flint knew. I saw him start to come after you – and I also saw the moment he knew that he could not. In that moment when he might have proven to me once and for all that pirates are not to be trusted – in a moment where he wanted more than anything to act in his own interest -” She shook her head. “I watched that moment dawn and I saw the instant when he put aside his own desires to see to those around him. It is why I trust him – why I listen to him. And why I will never call you husband.”

These lines are the heart and soul of the fic, really – they tell you in one section why it is that Madi is so angry at what Silver has done, it tells you a great deal about her relationship with Flint, and it touches on the larger reason that what Silver did was not ok. Also, it shows what Madi is like when she’s angry, which is not something we get to see very much of – she’s furious, here, and heart-broken, and coping the best way she knows how, and this isn’t kind. It’s the furthest thing from it, she’s trying to hurt him because he hurt her, which is not something that she normally would allow herself in any context other than this one. I’m also unreasonably fond of this:

“These men will be accompanying you,” Flint said, and Jack suddenly recalled where he had last seen all three before. “They came with us out of Nassau when the Spanish took it, and since they’re all mutineers, they have a vested interest in not being delivered to Philadelphia’s harbor. If you so much as attempt to give the order to turn North from your destination, one of them will slit your throat and then all three will see to it that your task is completed so as to stay in my good graces and earn a place among us. Do you understand?”

These lines are absolutely Flint, completely and totally, and I had nothing to do with them, he just popped into my head, told me the plan, and I grinned and wrote it because damn that man is good!

5. What part was hardest to write?

It’s a toss up between the second chapter and the tenth, because chapter 2 is Madi continuing to function even though her heart is breaking and chapter 10 is Thomas trying to do the same, and hurting them hurts me. Both chapters are absolutely necessary for character development, but oh gods I wanted to find both of them a blanket and tell them it would be alright and someone else would handle things.

11. What do you like best about this fic?

Can I say everything? Am I allowed to say everything? I basically love this fic so much – it’s some of my best work, in all honesty. It’s fiery, it’s passionate, it’s everything I needed to say post-finale, and it feels like the ending that the characters deserved, at least in part.

12. What do you like least about this fic?

I can wish that this fic were less controversial. It’s 2017 and the statement “slavery is slavery, it is wrong and should be fought at every opportunity” should not be controversial.

Last Line Meme

THE RULE: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @bean-about-townn and @comtessedebussy. Thanks to both of you!

I’m working on the last chapter of CotD at the moment – here are a few sentences from the section I’m working on currently:

1.Cup of their Deserving:

“When I lived in London,” he says, halting over the words at first. He does not know how to say this, exactly – it feels like a confession of sorts, one that he has made only once before, and that to a fifteen year old girl. “The English delegates,” he says, “are likely to know me by another name. The one I went by until they took Thomas and everything else including my home. I was told I had to leave, never to be heard from again, unless I wished to dance a hempen jig, and so-”

He stops. He cannot quite fathom how to continue – there is simply no succinct way to put this, no natural way to lead into it.

“Your name is James,” Madi says quietly after a second. “That part, I think, was no lie. What, then, were you called before all this began?”

2. I’m also working on the ending of Full of Grace:

“It’s very… green,” she says at last, and James grimaces.

“I know it isn’t much,” he says.

“But it could be more,” she answers, and he looks at her, startled. “I chose our destination, if you recall,” she says. “Or rather, the Admiral’s man, Philip, did.” He looks at her, frown forming again. “I approved his selection,” she says quietly. “Nassau may look rather rough, but so does a gemstone before it’s been cut. We’ll make do – the three of us.”

3. And here – have a tentative bit of my upcoming entry for the Big Bang:

“James – thank God, I thought -”

“It was the other boat.” James’ head is bleeding, but he is alive, and Miranda feels a great rush of relief. “We need to get off the beach,” James continues. He turns – and Miranda sees the moment that he spots Billy Bones coming toward them.

“James -” she starts, but James is already pulling away from her, heading up the beach.

4. Oh, and here’s part of the prequel to HHNF:

“Flint – Flint, for fuck’s sake -” Mortar crashes to the ground between them – Vane swears, and Abigail jumps backward.

“Vane, if you get her killed, I’ll fucking haunt you,” Mr. McGraw snarls, and Abigail believes him. So does Vane – she can see it in his eyes.

“If you want us all to leave this place alive, I suggest you help me,” Vane retorts. He looks around them – there is nothing to use for leverage, and the scaffold that McGraw is still chained to is one of the few structures in the square that is still standing. Vane swears again, and Abigail grimaces, and McGraw’s gaze focuses on her.

“Miss Ashe,” he says, and she attempts not to laugh hysterically – he sits, chained like an animal at his neck and hands, and yet if she did not know better, she would think him sat at one of her aunt’s salons.

I’m tagging @complaininginthedark, @penflicks, and @buildarocketboys

Commentary Meme

Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

My Ao3

Self Rec Meme

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

I was tagged by @buildarocketboys and @thefvckingwarship – thanks!

1. The Cup of Their Deserving – This is my post canon fix-it and look – I’m honest to fuck so incredibly proud of it. It’s been five months since the finale and this thing’s 10 chapters long and just about to be finished off. It’s some of my best writing, if I’m being honest and I’ve been told by multiple people that it’s both cathartic and really, really well done as far as characterization and pacing goes. Also, there are truly awesome gifs created by the amazing @bean-about-townn!

2. Wax Wings and Cloudy Days – This is a short little AU for those of you who don’t like big long things but do like angst and political plotting. Oh – and Admiral Hennessey. The standard disclaimer applies on this one – I have extensive headcanon on Hennessey and why he did what he did in canon and that forms the background for this fic in that I don’t think he liked what he did to James or had any choice in the matter. I’m kind of proud of the Greek myth theme that’s woven into this one, though.

3. Hell Hath No Fury – I started this one as a “let Miranda live” short fic and now it has a sequel and I’m planning on making the series into a trilogy at some point. She deserved better and if canon won’t give her that, then I fucking will. As a related rec, once you’re done with this one, go read Battle Raven.

4. Full of Grace – This is for everyone who likes crying, pain, suffering, and happy endings. I’ve put James, Thomas, and Miranda through the wringer here, but I swear they’ll be ok in the end. Also this fic may or may not be a blatant excuse to murder Alfred Hamilton again.

5. They That Sow the Wind – this is my very first long fic and I’m actually still so very, very proud of it. It’s not one of those fics that are cringeworthy in retrospect but you look back on fondly – I say it with all seriousness, I love this fic and every character in it. One of these days it’s getting a sequel, and if I were going to choose one of my fics to rework into an actual novel, it would be this one. I have no idea where I’d start with that, but I kind of want to do it, because the scenes are so very vivid in my head. Go read it if you haven’t already – it’s a fun ride and it’s completely finished, no need to wait for updates!

I tag @iwt-v, @bean-about-townn, @flinthamilton, @comtessedebussy, @reluming, @shirogiku, and anyone else that wants to do it!

I was tagged by @iwt-v – thanks, Laura!

Share the first sentence (or paragraph) of your current wip. (OR TEN, if you’re unable to stop at just one.)

I’m… kind of working on a lot of things right now, so have something from the ones that are most likely to be finished soon.

1. This is from a thing I’m working on for @penflicks

“The take is officially fucking miserable.”

A bag of coin thunks down on the table in front of him, and Hal Gates looks up from the ledger he is currently perusing. Oliver Lawrence looks down at him, and for one instant – and only one – Gates feels sorry for him.

“The men’ve checked the captain’s cabin?” he asks, and Lawrence shakes his head.

“They’ve barricaded the damn door from within,” he answers. “It’ll take an hour or more to get past it.”

“An hour that we don’t have,” Gates observes sourly. “The wind’s about to change, and when it does -”

“There’s no need to lecture me on it,” Lawrence snaps, and Gates feels the already small well of pity evaporate. He gives the captain a stare, and feels his contempt increase when the man actually shies away a bit, taking a step backward. Christ, Gates thinks – he’s met children just out of the cradle with more backbone than this – and better luck, too.

2. The last chapter of Cup of Their Deserving (I think. Probably.)

They come to Nassau to sign the treaty.

James remembers the last time he came to this place in Madi’s company. She does too – he can see it in her eyes as they stand at the rail. They are both thinking of it – it would be nearly impossible for them not to, and yet here they stand, and there is no shouting. No gunfire. There are no ships scuttled in the harbor, and James privately wonders who they have found to clear several tonnes of wood, iron, and rigging in the months since his last arrival here.

3. The last chapter of Full of Grace:

They make landfall in Nassau two months later.

Hennessey, James thinks, has hidden depths to him, and those depths, apparently, include worming his way into the captain’s confidence such that the blasted fool actually begins to take his advice on sailing the ship. It’s just as well – the man James calls father had spent the first two weeks of this voyage variously glaring at the rigging, muttering about the sailing master, and generally stalking about the ship as if it were his own, hands behind his back, restless as hell and grouchy with it. James might have teased him about it – except that he has spent at least part of the trip doing the same thing himself, much to Thomas’ and Miranda’s amusement.

APPEARANCE:
I am 5’7’’ or taller
I wear glasses (sometimes)
I have at least one tattoo*
I have at least one piercing
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyes
I have short hair
My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have or had braces
There is something I would change about the way I look

PERSONALITY:
My Hogwarts House is: Gryffindor / Hufflepuff / Ravenclaw / Slytherin
I am an introvert
I like meeting new people
People tell me I’m funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
I’m playfully rude to people that I’m close to
I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:
I can sing well
I can play an instrument
I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
I’m a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory
I’m good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least two people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook three meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports
I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
Fandoms are my number one priority
I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss
I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a game
I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country
I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIP:
I’m in a relationship
I have a celebrity crush
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least three relationships
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings for them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have been in a relationship for over a year
I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a best friend
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have at least one sibling
I live in the United States
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend from school in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 CDs
I share my room with someone

RANDOM:
I have break danced
I know a person named Jamie
I have had a teacher with a last name that is hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair
I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have broken a bone*
I have eaten a waffle today
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages fluently*
I have made a friend in the past year

I tag @penflicks, @bean-about-townn, @hamiltonthomas, @thomas-hamilton, @squid-inspiration, and whoever else wants to do it

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Let’s play a game: reblog this post with an out-of-context quote from one of your projects. The stranger the better. I’ll start:

“He’s already killed me once today. What more harm can he do?”

“At least you’re pretty, for such a conversationalist”

“Do you ever think it’s stereotypical that most of us enjoy rum so much?”

“Ah yes, now that the Shadowhand and her companion are done making out, we can continue on our journey.”

“More likely some’uns tryin’ to smuggle a pretty lad out of the tournament.”

“I never wanted to be a neck beard. But it feels like velvet almost.”

Yes, you think to yourself, you will be doing a great deal more gliding in the future.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says, making it obvious that he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

He was a little fox wearing a plaid scarf and a hip… “seriously? Narrator let’s just skip to the important shit about me.” Okay. He’s a hipster looking jerk of a fox. I swear if this gets in as the best take I fucking quit.

why would i want less rendered hog fat in my rendered hog fat based product

“Out of curiosity, is the Commander
allowed to pick his own suit?”

“The secret to the success of Gallivant Industries is slavery. We ain’t dealin’ in slaves, and we sure as hell ain’t gonna encourage anyone else to do it either! Y’all can divvy up the spoils between ya, includin’ the units, but be aware that those bottles are full of Xandarian crotch juice, and I for one ain’t touchin’ it.”

…
Maybe he could claim he hadn’t taken Vane seriously?

Then it struck him that
he had never seen gooseflesh on anyone’s face, and he half-heartedly
attempted to smooth the paint back into place.

“He’s shorter than either of us, and he somehow always manages to look as if someone’s just dragged him up out of the depths and left behind some seaweed while they were at it,” James answers.