#piperholmes

4. What was the first fic you wrote? For Tom and Sybil it was Outcasts. But the first actual fic I wrote was, I think, a Harry Styles fanfic I wrote for a cousin. I honestly don’t remember the title, it was like four years ago (omg), but I remember it was about her and Harry falling in love.

5. What is your favourite fic you have written? For Tom and Sybil it’s The Suffragette from Greyborke House; and my TRC fanfic Carpe Noctem, though I haven’t officially posted it yet.

I would use a big ass knife and baseball bat. I chose those weapons because I cook a lot and I feel comfortable using a knife (that sounds so wrong). I also have experience using a softball bat, which is similar to a baseball bat. I wouldn’t rule out using a gun at some point, but at the start of the zombie apocalypse I would want to use something familiar.

here’s a little preview of the next chapter to Downton Abbey & Zombies  that I’m presently working on.  If you recall (it’s been so long, I don’t blame you if you’d forgotten) Sybil is alone in Crawley House (with a sprained ankle to boot) and she was just hobbling down the stairs when she realized that Walkers have just gotten inside...

Her eyes first fell to the bannister beneath her hand.  Some of the decorative wooden posts that held the bannister looked a bit worn; perhaps she could wrench one free and use it as a club?  She wrapped her hands around one such post and began to tug, gritting her teeth and trying not to groan as she pulled, hearing it squeak and feeling it wriggle loose from its place…

“Rrrrrrrrmmmmoooooogggghhhhhh…”

Sybil stilled at the growl.  She held her breath.

“Nnnnnnnnmmmmrrrrrrrr…”

She didn’t dare move…and yet she couldn’t look away.

The Walker was passing the staircase, seemingly looking as if it lost in some sort of trance.  There were enough shadows around where she squatted on the staircase that it very well might not see her, and if she kept perfectly still and didn’t make a sound—

“Mmmmmrrrrrroooohhhhhhh!”

Another Walker appeared behind the first, and unfortunately, it did look up the staircase, and it looked straight at her.

Now the first Walker had turned its head, and let out a similar sounding growl, and soon the two creatures were stumbling over themselves in an effort to climb the stairs to get to her.  And if there was ever a question about whether or not those things could climb stairs…well, it was quickly answered as she watched with horrified eyes as they fell to their hands and knees and began to crawl, and somehow that just seemed to make them move faster!

Sybil gritted her teeth and tugged harder on the post, trying harder and harder to get it free.  “Come on, come on!” she hissed at the post, the squeaking growing louder, but despite how loose it felt, it wouldn’t budge completely free!

She felt the hot, foul breath of one of the Walkers, and scrambled backwards, abandoning the post and hurrying as best she could up the stairs on her own hands and knees.

Now what?  As soon as she reached the landing, she got to her feet and spun around, her eyes widening with horror as they drew closer.  The first Walker that had passed the stairs (and who happened to be the second Walker to crawl up the stairs) was now trying to pass the other Walker, attempting to climb over it.  And yet despite their struggle on who would get her first, they both continued their ascent, with no signs of slowing or stopping.

She had a choice.  Run to the bedroom and bolt the door, barricading herself inside as best as she could and wait it all out, hoping that they would either get tired and go elsewhere, or someone would come to her rescue, all the while praying they didn’t break down the door.

A Poldark birthday fic for piperholmes​. Happy Birthday my friend!

"You're coming to town with me this morning," said Ross, looking up at Demelza while she was clearing the breakfast dishes the Monday after the first banns had been read.

"Sur?" She looked quizzically at her new fiancé. "Why?"

"Because you require a new dress for the wedding," he said after swallowing the last of his tea. "And what did I tell you to call me now?"

"Sorry, Ross." His given name still a foreign word on her tongue. "Why'd 'ee need me?" She continued to load the dirty dishes into the bucket for the pump outside. Ross had always returned from town with fabric in the past.

"Because I don't know what colours you like and thought you'd want to choose the fabric for your wedding dress." He rose from the table and headed to the library. "We will leave once I have my papers. Tell Prudie to wash the dishes."

Demelza was about to complain about the litany of tasks for today but thought better of it before taking the dish bucket outside. She took a breath and sighed before heading to the pump. Prudie will not like being told to do Demelza's own work especially once she found out the reason.

Aw! That is the worst! Headaches suck and ruin everything. Feel better soon so Jeremy can rip your heart out! ;)

Best writing advice: never get too attached to a scene. No matter how perfect it is you have to serve the story, and if it doesn’t work, it needs to go.

I think maybe my Blind Tom fics would work interestingly as a film? Especially exploring what it was like to have a disability in the 1920s which is something I haven’t really covered more than briefly in them- especially in regards to the wider world outside Downton.

Ummm, I think I have two bits of dialogue I’ve written that I quite like. From this little ficlet:

“You think flattery will get you everywhere, don’t you, Mr. Branson?”

“It got me you.”

And this from the last chapter of Runaway:

“Then I have only one more question.”

“Yes?”

“May I kiss you again?”

“Yes.”

The word has barely left her lips before he was kissing her again and Sybil was taken by surprise at how different and new it was. Hadn’t they kissed just a few minutes ago? Yet she feels the same rush, as if it was new all over again.

She wonders if she’ll ever tire of it.

“I lied, I have another,” Tom breathes after they part.

“Another question or another kiss?”

“Both.”

“The question first, then.”

“We are to be married, aren’t we?”

I totally felt the same way! But I couldn’t stand it & gave in & read Jeremy & it was sooo good & all I could think was “I can’t wait to see how this will all play out!” Warleggan on the other hand I’ve only read bits of b/c it broke my heart!