WIP MeMe
When you see this, post a paragraph or two from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
(from Crimson Court - <3)
I am soooooo bad with WIPs :(
7 pieces, 6 fandoms (I duplicated X-men because An End In Sight is a quite different universe to Rebop's Walking Wounded/Truly, Madly, Deeply 'verse).
Ones I'm likely to finish? An End In Sight, and hopefully the Naturo piece also. But that won't be until I've finished AEIS, as it is of equally if not even more epic size.
Anything else is open to the public so long as you let me know first. Mostly because there's more than the little piece here and you'd be welcome to that too.
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Bleach
There are some things that no one should have to see. The complete collapse of someone's psyche was one of those things, and Ichigo was watching it happen - played out blow-by-blow on Uryuu's face as he looked on, helpless.
He was going to kill Ishida Ryuuken. If it meant releasing his inner hollow upon the world it would be worth it to get revenge for… for this. Silent tears were tracing lines own Uryuu's face now, and Ichigo slumped to his knees in front of him, feeling a million miles away in the reach of his arm.
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Torchwood/Doctor Who (pre)
He disabled the tracker in his wrist computer and removed the backup seated in his collar-bone that no one was supposed to know about, but everyone did anyway. It was easier said than done with nothing but a sonic blaster and a switchblade to his name.
Then he took up position in a bar in America, 1926, and started trying to drink himself to death. He liked old Earth. Always something happening, always so much activity, even in peacetime, some conflict to watch and analyse, to learn about. That he was still acting like a Time Agent even after he had run from them was no small irony, but he had always *enjoyed* watching people, figuring them out.
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Naruto
"Can I watch?" Kakashi stopped using the question when a badly timed request (his kenjutsu-sensei hadn't been going into the forest to practice a *technique* with the other sensei) landed him with the title "pervert-san" at fifteen. He only wanted to learn as many techniques as the Sharingan could learn, now that it was active - three tomoe whirling - to show Obito how it should be done. None of this dying all over the place. That wasn't the way to do things at all. He hadn't realised he'd been counting until he reached two hundred and wondered if there was a limit to the number he could remember before his brain couldn't handle it any more.
Later, he worked out there was a limit, and he collapsed after learning his five-hundredth jutsu. His sensei taught him how to cover his eye so that it did not drain all of his strength all at once.
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Keen Eddie
He thinks Eddie's cute. It's the first he's said on the matter, and he thinks Eddie's cute. She really wishes she hadn't asked. Especially since he's smirking in that 'I'm thinking about some incredible sex, and I'm not planning on sharing it with you' way. She almost feels jealous.
She's going to have to find some very kinky young man… maybe men… to make her forget all about it. Dark men. With whips.
The doorbell made them both jump from their respective thoughts and there was a moment's hesitation before they realised that Monty's general state of undress meant that it was Audrey's turn to get the door. Monty dove for the stairs as she made her way out into the hall, shouting 'nudist' up after him. She wasn't complaining, of course, just stating.
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X-men (Rebop's Walking Wounded/Truly Madly Deeply 'verse)
Jono's eyes widened slightly as he stepped onto the stairs, focusing on Henri and Jean-Luc who were stood waiting in the hall below them. The hall was filled with people, finally showing why it had been made in such grand proportions. Jono blushed heavily as a good number of those eyes turned towards them at the head of the stairs and cat calls and wolf-whistles followed them down. Despite the amazing and often extreme costumes that were scattered about the hall, Henri and Jean-Luc stood out of the crowd. Henri was dressed in black silk, a thin shirt that his every inch of excess weight on his substantial form and long dress trousers that added an extra inch to his already impressive height. His tailor must be worth a mint, Jono noted absently. Jean-Luc who Jono hadn't even considered would be joining them, was wearing an ankle length dress. Jono's mind stumbled a little over that detail. A dress. In red. A dress that seemed to have no extra bagginess around the chest - tailored for him also, it seemed. Wide shoulders - to this dress - to display a black velvet choker with a clip on the front. Just begging for a lead.
Slightly dazed he turned his attention back to Henri to receive a smile full of vampire teeth. Halloween, yes, it was Halloween.
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X-men (Trials Unending, An End In Sight 'verse)
Remy sat back against the cold concrete wall, feeling the chill wind that scrounged the open ground of the rooftop and whipped around the corners. If he concentrated he could feel the buzz of movement from within the building, the far distant cars on the road below. The occasional siren added shape to the landscape he was painting, along with the smell of the city as it continued to move and swell and live even now, long after the light had gone from the sky.
He looked up, trying to decide if he could see anything up there or if it was the movement from around him that seemed to make the sky swirl with movement. Smoke maybe, from the buildings. Clouds would be too high up for him to sense, and the air was cold and frosty - a clear night anyway.
He sighed. Useless information, all of it. Things that someone else could tell just by opening their eyes. He wished he could tell them just how much they were taking for granted. How little respect they gave such a gift.
He wanted his eyesight back, so that he could take it for granted again.
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Lord Of The Rings (Aragorn and Thranduil on Firith)
"Is he always this… tempermental?"
"It comes and goes. I often think that if he were whole he would be a scholar, and these bursts of mistemper are simply him expressing his annoyance at his inability to learn."
"Do you often think about what would be, had things been different?"
"Then I would only have one son - and a wild one at that. I would rarely see him for his adventuring." He sighed. "This way I have a son who I can watch over and coddle without feeling I'm imposing on his freedom. And a second whose great feats I can watch from afar and fret over. Some parents would say I was lucky."
(from Crimson Court - <3)
I am soooooo bad with WIPs :(
7 pieces, 6 fandoms (I duplicated X-men because An End In Sight is a quite different universe to Rebop's Walking Wounded/Truly, Madly, Deeply 'verse).
Ones I'm likely to finish? An End In Sight, and hopefully the Naturo piece also. But that won't be until I've finished AEIS, as it is of equally if not even more epic size.
Anything else is open to the public so long as you let me know first. Mostly because there's more than the little piece here and you'd be welcome to that too.
---
Bleach
There are some things that no one should have to see. The complete collapse of someone's psyche was one of those things, and Ichigo was watching it happen - played out blow-by-blow on Uryuu's face as he looked on, helpless.
He was going to kill Ishida Ryuuken. If it meant releasing his inner hollow upon the world it would be worth it to get revenge for… for this. Silent tears were tracing lines own Uryuu's face now, and Ichigo slumped to his knees in front of him, feeling a million miles away in the reach of his arm.
---
Torchwood/Doctor Who (pre)
He disabled the tracker in his wrist computer and removed the backup seated in his collar-bone that no one was supposed to know about, but everyone did anyway. It was easier said than done with nothing but a sonic blaster and a switchblade to his name.
Then he took up position in a bar in America, 1926, and started trying to drink himself to death. He liked old Earth. Always something happening, always so much activity, even in peacetime, some conflict to watch and analyse, to learn about. That he was still acting like a Time Agent even after he had run from them was no small irony, but he had always *enjoyed* watching people, figuring them out.
---
Naruto
"Can I watch?" Kakashi stopped using the question when a badly timed request (his kenjutsu-sensei hadn't been going into the forest to practice a *technique* with the other sensei) landed him with the title "pervert-san" at fifteen. He only wanted to learn as many techniques as the Sharingan could learn, now that it was active - three tomoe whirling - to show Obito how it should be done. None of this dying all over the place. That wasn't the way to do things at all. He hadn't realised he'd been counting until he reached two hundred and wondered if there was a limit to the number he could remember before his brain couldn't handle it any more.
Later, he worked out there was a limit, and he collapsed after learning his five-hundredth jutsu. His sensei taught him how to cover his eye so that it did not drain all of his strength all at once.
---
Keen Eddie
He thinks Eddie's cute. It's the first he's said on the matter, and he thinks Eddie's cute. She really wishes she hadn't asked. Especially since he's smirking in that 'I'm thinking about some incredible sex, and I'm not planning on sharing it with you' way. She almost feels jealous.
She's going to have to find some very kinky young man… maybe men… to make her forget all about it. Dark men. With whips.
The doorbell made them both jump from their respective thoughts and there was a moment's hesitation before they realised that Monty's general state of undress meant that it was Audrey's turn to get the door. Monty dove for the stairs as she made her way out into the hall, shouting 'nudist' up after him. She wasn't complaining, of course, just stating.
---
X-men (Rebop's Walking Wounded/Truly Madly Deeply 'verse)
Jono's eyes widened slightly as he stepped onto the stairs, focusing on Henri and Jean-Luc who were stood waiting in the hall below them. The hall was filled with people, finally showing why it had been made in such grand proportions. Jono blushed heavily as a good number of those eyes turned towards them at the head of the stairs and cat calls and wolf-whistles followed them down. Despite the amazing and often extreme costumes that were scattered about the hall, Henri and Jean-Luc stood out of the crowd. Henri was dressed in black silk, a thin shirt that his every inch of excess weight on his substantial form and long dress trousers that added an extra inch to his already impressive height. His tailor must be worth a mint, Jono noted absently. Jean-Luc who Jono hadn't even considered would be joining them, was wearing an ankle length dress. Jono's mind stumbled a little over that detail. A dress. In red. A dress that seemed to have no extra bagginess around the chest - tailored for him also, it seemed. Wide shoulders - to this dress - to display a black velvet choker with a clip on the front. Just begging for a lead.
Slightly dazed he turned his attention back to Henri to receive a smile full of vampire teeth. Halloween, yes, it was Halloween.
---
X-men (Trials Unending, An End In Sight 'verse)
Remy sat back against the cold concrete wall, feeling the chill wind that scrounged the open ground of the rooftop and whipped around the corners. If he concentrated he could feel the buzz of movement from within the building, the far distant cars on the road below. The occasional siren added shape to the landscape he was painting, along with the smell of the city as it continued to move and swell and live even now, long after the light had gone from the sky.
He looked up, trying to decide if he could see anything up there or if it was the movement from around him that seemed to make the sky swirl with movement. Smoke maybe, from the buildings. Clouds would be too high up for him to sense, and the air was cold and frosty - a clear night anyway.
He sighed. Useless information, all of it. Things that someone else could tell just by opening their eyes. He wished he could tell them just how much they were taking for granted. How little respect they gave such a gift.
He wanted his eyesight back, so that he could take it for granted again.
---
Lord Of The Rings (Aragorn and Thranduil on Firith)
"Is he always this… tempermental?"
"It comes and goes. I often think that if he were whole he would be a scholar, and these bursts of mistemper are simply him expressing his annoyance at his inability to learn."
"Do you often think about what would be, had things been different?"
"Then I would only have one son - and a wild one at that. I would rarely see him for his adventuring." He sighed. "This way I have a son who I can watch over and coddle without feeling I'm imposing on his freedom. And a second whose great feats I can watch from afar and fret over. Some parents would say I was lucky."