[Meme] WIPs
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence! We're just going to bend that like Kara did and do paragraphs 8D;;
Oh my gawd, why are there 38 wips in my folder. ;; THEY KEEP ON HAVING BABIES, SOB.
1. “You call that safe?” Yara snorted. In addition to his rifle, Fujigaya had a revolver on one hip and a much newer ion-pistol on the other, with a bandolier of taze-balls slung across his chest, the top one already uncapped, ready to throw. “You look like you’re ready for an entire platoon of uglies to be waiting for us.”
2. And Yamamoto was suddenly aware of a million different things. Deep, pulsing ocean blue surrounding him, and he knew it was time to get out. Complete and whole, he jerked; paws with claws thudding against the cage around him, feeling them splinter and give. Liquids gushed around him and he growled for a moment, looking around warily. It had been far too long, his joints creaked in an almost disgraceful way as he stretched, eyeing his own body.
3. “Such is the life of a Junior,” Eda replied, faux-mourning as he ran a finger down his cheek.
4. The boy on skates did a lazy circle around him and Ryouta realized that he wasn’t really touching the ground anymore. “I told you already, you’re the one who called me.”
5. He was close. Too close, really. But the scent of magic and of pine was in Nikaido’s nose and suddenly Fujigaya's lips were pressed against his and he couldn't really think of anything else. The kiss was longer than the first, sweet and firm, lingering on his lips even after Fujigaya pulled away. “I'm sorry too,” he said finally and Nikaido was again left in a cloud of confusion as the other disappeared down a hallway.
6. Fingers tightened around his, Kitayama gently squeezing his hand. "Breathe," the man murmured, and Fujigaya couldn't tell if he'd pressed forward, seeking the reassurance, or if Kitayama was the one who pulled him closer, but suddenly Kitayama's free arm was around his shoulders, holding him close. "It's fine," Kitayama whispered and Fujigaya let himself get lost in the sound, in the surety, nosing into Kitayama's shoulder and letting him whisper it over and over and over again.
7. Fujigaya deftly caught Hashimoto as they plummeted to the ground, his wings practically buzzing to bring them out of the freefall. Hashimoto clutched to his arms, laughing and whooping as they sailed back towards Takizawa’s cove, to meet their returning lord.
8. “Took you so long,” Hikaru said before he’d even appeared completely, materializing with a glow that had nothing to do with the firelight, eyes gleaming in an otherworldly fashion that fascinated Yabu despite all the years Hikaru had traveled with him.
9. Tamamori watched as Fujigaya’s wings unfurled, dazzlingly white, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that one day, soon, Fujigaya would have all of his heartbeats, and the knowledge was devastating.
10. There was no magic in Totsuka’s words, but Fujigaya seemed to accept the gentle order. Not looking at any of them, Fujigaya carefully pulled his arm out of the loose tunic, letting it fall off his shoulder to reveal a mess of white bandages. There was another pause before he began unwrapping the bandages as well, revealing six, long slashes in his arm, shallow, but not shallow enough. They weren’t bleeding and Takizawa could smell Tsubasa’s balm, but the sight turned his blood cold.
11. (Yamamoto wasn't sure what to think about actually being in a group with Senga. He supposed he would have been more comfortable with Tamamori, but Tamamori's dance was like an octopus. But again, they had Bun-chan and Yamamoto supposed that if they could have an alien, an octopus wouldn't have been so far out.)
12. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, twisting underneath Keito’s strike, driving his sword into Keito’s gut. There was the sickening give of flesh - the body is always weak in the end, Takaki had been right about that - and then Yamada’s sword was stained with the blood of two of his comrades.
13. “I have my own team,” Yara pointed out, unwilling to just go along with Takizawa’s latest scheme. He did have his own team, even if MA-X had been on hiatus for the better part of a year.
14. Yamamoto was sixteen and curious when he fell in love with Yara.
15. “Hear me out,” Takki gently interrupted, shaking his head. “Ryouta isn’t a factory android and you know that. I was one of the ones who helped configure him. Heck, even Yonehana helped with him. The thing is, he’s running on protocols that we never fully wrote. You know the saying about ghosts in the machine?”
16. Yara couldn’t help but sigh, rubbing his eyes for a moment before beckoning Ryouta closer, putting the cigarette out in the nearby ashtray. “We’ve talked about this, Ryouta,” he said, gentle still, but firm. “Fujigaya and Nikaido’s legs have been enhanced. Yours are still mostly your own, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with them, implants or not and we can’t risk that.”
17. He hated his Economics class.
18. “Wait.” Fujigaya’s face was shadowed, half hidden in the fire-light. “Wait, I know that one… “ He was speaking to them all, but his eyes were on Kawai. “I… You taught me that one, ages ago. The JubJub Bird. Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the JubJub Bird and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.” Fujigaya’s voice was smooth as he spoke, but his eyes were questioning as he glanced around. “That is what the story says, right?”
19. Nikaido wasn't sure what he was looking for as he prowled the school hallways, but he wasn't finding it. It was his third day at Fukei Academy and he was already bored. The elite high school didn't seem to offer anything particularly interesting, despite its praised background and elect students. On a hunt to see if the high school building or its extensive grounds had anything else to offer, Nikaido was beginning to think he was going to be rather disappointed.
20. The travelers were dusty, their clothes worn, and they spoke in a strange accent when they asked the innkeeper for a room. But their money was good, and the innkeeper liked having folk staying at his place - they didn’t get travelers very often, not during the rainy season - so he didn’t mind much as he showed them to a room.
21. Sinking into a quick bow, Hayashi avoided eye contact with Yara, quickly escaping the room and leaving Yara with a nauseating sense of apprehension.
22. "So," he says, fingers curling into Yamamoto's hips proper now, thumbing at smooth skin, "Your shower or mine?"
23. Or maybe the problem was that he felt them too strongly. They would just come into his heart, nestle there, hatch eggs of even more complicated emotions, and refuse to go away. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was purely personal, but he seemed stupidly prone to mixing work with personal times, and thus he’d wounded up staring at his reflection in the practice hall mirrors and wondering…
24. Gritting his teeth, Yara steeled himself against Yamamoto’s gentle but insistent influence, “You shouldn’t have come.” It was too dangerous and they both knew that. Yara felt a spark of frustration that Yamamoto had come, that all his imprisonment would be for naught if they were caught.
25. “You’re fucking what?” Kouta hissed, staring into those alien eyes. It unnerved him. He’d seen those eyes so many times, but he’d never seen them convey so much emotion as Yuya gazed at him. “You’re one of them.”
26. “I know, isn’t the model so cute?” Takki beamed at him in pride and then laughed as Yara’s expression darkened even more. “Oh come on, we’re not out to get you. Pull the tag and see what happens. It’s your new digital interface. Ohno from Technologies completed them last week.”
27. “You botched Balcan!” Hashimoto bellowed. “He was going to win and now it’s all ruined!”
28. (Hasshi seemed to have had a hand in it as well, the way he was parading around with a twig of mistletoe clipped to his bangs, but Yokoo was never really sure when it came to that kid.)
29. “Kawai Fumito, I am going to murder you,” he swore under his breath, backing out of the bathroom, hesitating before leaving the light on. Who else would have been stupid enough to bring someone back and leave them there?
30. Fujigaya twined his fingers in Kitayama and Yokoo's, eyes closed, whispering under his breath. Nikaido couldn't tell if he was praying or chanting, but he could feel the shifts in energy around him. Kitayama's fire, Yokoo's coppery strength, Fujigaya's shining threads, all began to wind around each other, swirling, threading, spinning into a single pillar of energy.
31. “Then let go,” Hashimoto said, gesturing at the scene around them. “Let go of this and me and maybe you’ll realize what I’ve been trying to tell you for years now.”
32. Totsuka smiled gently, caressing Fujigaya’s cheek. “You will always be precious to me,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
33. They were drunk and it was a good thing, because painting on Kitayama’s wall with their fingers would never seem like a good idea otherwise.
34. The first thing Kitayama realized was that Kawai and Fujigaya were wasted.
35. “We were told to run and hide.” Junta gently shook his head, still holding Akito’s fists shut. “If someone saw us now, we’d be hunted down.”
36. The teenager slammed into Yokoo right outside his favorite café. He seemed to be in a hurry; had to be late for school or something. But when he skidded in his tracks to face Yokoo, expression apologetic, there was something in his face, those eyes, which left Yokoo short of breath.
37. It’s convenient, Fujigaya thinks, that Kitayama is wearing a robe now. Nobody can see the hand Fujigaya works into his lap as they wait for Miyata to jump. He has to be careful, casual, and while he can’t get his fingers in Kitayama’s trunks, Fujigaya enjoys watching the other’s jaw clench as he explores.
38. “Guys, we’re in trouble,” Kishi says as soon as he’s in the studio. “Kotaro fell in love with the nurse he met when he broke his arm and he’s talking about getting a normal job.”
Oh my gawd, why are there 38 wips in my folder. ;; THEY KEEP ON HAVING BABIES, SOB.
1. “You call that safe?” Yara snorted. In addition to his rifle, Fujigaya had a revolver on one hip and a much newer ion-pistol on the other, with a bandolier of taze-balls slung across his chest, the top one already uncapped, ready to throw. “You look like you’re ready for an entire platoon of uglies to be waiting for us.”
2. And Yamamoto was suddenly aware of a million different things. Deep, pulsing ocean blue surrounding him, and he knew it was time to get out. Complete and whole, he jerked; paws with claws thudding against the cage around him, feeling them splinter and give. Liquids gushed around him and he growled for a moment, looking around warily. It had been far too long, his joints creaked in an almost disgraceful way as he stretched, eyeing his own body.
3. “Such is the life of a Junior,” Eda replied, faux-mourning as he ran a finger down his cheek.
4. The boy on skates did a lazy circle around him and Ryouta realized that he wasn’t really touching the ground anymore. “I told you already, you’re the one who called me.”
5. He was close. Too close, really. But the scent of magic and of pine was in Nikaido’s nose and suddenly Fujigaya's lips were pressed against his and he couldn't really think of anything else. The kiss was longer than the first, sweet and firm, lingering on his lips even after Fujigaya pulled away. “I'm sorry too,” he said finally and Nikaido was again left in a cloud of confusion as the other disappeared down a hallway.
6. Fingers tightened around his, Kitayama gently squeezing his hand. "Breathe," the man murmured, and Fujigaya couldn't tell if he'd pressed forward, seeking the reassurance, or if Kitayama was the one who pulled him closer, but suddenly Kitayama's free arm was around his shoulders, holding him close. "It's fine," Kitayama whispered and Fujigaya let himself get lost in the sound, in the surety, nosing into Kitayama's shoulder and letting him whisper it over and over and over again.
7. Fujigaya deftly caught Hashimoto as they plummeted to the ground, his wings practically buzzing to bring them out of the freefall. Hashimoto clutched to his arms, laughing and whooping as they sailed back towards Takizawa’s cove, to meet their returning lord.
8. “Took you so long,” Hikaru said before he’d even appeared completely, materializing with a glow that had nothing to do with the firelight, eyes gleaming in an otherworldly fashion that fascinated Yabu despite all the years Hikaru had traveled with him.
9. Tamamori watched as Fujigaya’s wings unfurled, dazzlingly white, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that one day, soon, Fujigaya would have all of his heartbeats, and the knowledge was devastating.
10. There was no magic in Totsuka’s words, but Fujigaya seemed to accept the gentle order. Not looking at any of them, Fujigaya carefully pulled his arm out of the loose tunic, letting it fall off his shoulder to reveal a mess of white bandages. There was another pause before he began unwrapping the bandages as well, revealing six, long slashes in his arm, shallow, but not shallow enough. They weren’t bleeding and Takizawa could smell Tsubasa’s balm, but the sight turned his blood cold.
11. (Yamamoto wasn't sure what to think about actually being in a group with Senga. He supposed he would have been more comfortable with Tamamori, but Tamamori's dance was like an octopus. But again, they had Bun-chan and Yamamoto supposed that if they could have an alien, an octopus wouldn't have been so far out.)
12. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, twisting underneath Keito’s strike, driving his sword into Keito’s gut. There was the sickening give of flesh - the body is always weak in the end, Takaki had been right about that - and then Yamada’s sword was stained with the blood of two of his comrades.
13. “I have my own team,” Yara pointed out, unwilling to just go along with Takizawa’s latest scheme. He did have his own team, even if MA-X had been on hiatus for the better part of a year.
14. Yamamoto was sixteen and curious when he fell in love with Yara.
15. “Hear me out,” Takki gently interrupted, shaking his head. “Ryouta isn’t a factory android and you know that. I was one of the ones who helped configure him. Heck, even Yonehana helped with him. The thing is, he’s running on protocols that we never fully wrote. You know the saying about ghosts in the machine?”
16. Yara couldn’t help but sigh, rubbing his eyes for a moment before beckoning Ryouta closer, putting the cigarette out in the nearby ashtray. “We’ve talked about this, Ryouta,” he said, gentle still, but firm. “Fujigaya and Nikaido’s legs have been enhanced. Yours are still mostly your own, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with them, implants or not and we can’t risk that.”
17. He hated his Economics class.
18. “Wait.” Fujigaya’s face was shadowed, half hidden in the fire-light. “Wait, I know that one… “ He was speaking to them all, but his eyes were on Kawai. “I… You taught me that one, ages ago. The JubJub Bird. Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the JubJub Bird and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.” Fujigaya’s voice was smooth as he spoke, but his eyes were questioning as he glanced around. “That is what the story says, right?”
19. Nikaido wasn't sure what he was looking for as he prowled the school hallways, but he wasn't finding it. It was his third day at Fukei Academy and he was already bored. The elite high school didn't seem to offer anything particularly interesting, despite its praised background and elect students. On a hunt to see if the high school building or its extensive grounds had anything else to offer, Nikaido was beginning to think he was going to be rather disappointed.
20. The travelers were dusty, their clothes worn, and they spoke in a strange accent when they asked the innkeeper for a room. But their money was good, and the innkeeper liked having folk staying at his place - they didn’t get travelers very often, not during the rainy season - so he didn’t mind much as he showed them to a room.
21. Sinking into a quick bow, Hayashi avoided eye contact with Yara, quickly escaping the room and leaving Yara with a nauseating sense of apprehension.
22. "So," he says, fingers curling into Yamamoto's hips proper now, thumbing at smooth skin, "Your shower or mine?"
23. Or maybe the problem was that he felt them too strongly. They would just come into his heart, nestle there, hatch eggs of even more complicated emotions, and refuse to go away. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was purely personal, but he seemed stupidly prone to mixing work with personal times, and thus he’d wounded up staring at his reflection in the practice hall mirrors and wondering…
24. Gritting his teeth, Yara steeled himself against Yamamoto’s gentle but insistent influence, “You shouldn’t have come.” It was too dangerous and they both knew that. Yara felt a spark of frustration that Yamamoto had come, that all his imprisonment would be for naught if they were caught.
25. “You’re fucking what?” Kouta hissed, staring into those alien eyes. It unnerved him. He’d seen those eyes so many times, but he’d never seen them convey so much emotion as Yuya gazed at him. “You’re one of them.”
26. “I know, isn’t the model so cute?” Takki beamed at him in pride and then laughed as Yara’s expression darkened even more. “Oh come on, we’re not out to get you. Pull the tag and see what happens. It’s your new digital interface. Ohno from Technologies completed them last week.”
27. “You botched Balcan!” Hashimoto bellowed. “He was going to win and now it’s all ruined!”
28. (Hasshi seemed to have had a hand in it as well, the way he was parading around with a twig of mistletoe clipped to his bangs, but Yokoo was never really sure when it came to that kid.)
29. “Kawai Fumito, I am going to murder you,” he swore under his breath, backing out of the bathroom, hesitating before leaving the light on. Who else would have been stupid enough to bring someone back and leave them there?
30. Fujigaya twined his fingers in Kitayama and Yokoo's, eyes closed, whispering under his breath. Nikaido couldn't tell if he was praying or chanting, but he could feel the shifts in energy around him. Kitayama's fire, Yokoo's coppery strength, Fujigaya's shining threads, all began to wind around each other, swirling, threading, spinning into a single pillar of energy.
31. “Then let go,” Hashimoto said, gesturing at the scene around them. “Let go of this and me and maybe you’ll realize what I’ve been trying to tell you for years now.”
32. Totsuka smiled gently, caressing Fujigaya’s cheek. “You will always be precious to me,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
33. They were drunk and it was a good thing, because painting on Kitayama’s wall with their fingers would never seem like a good idea otherwise.
34. The first thing Kitayama realized was that Kawai and Fujigaya were wasted.
35. “We were told to run and hide.” Junta gently shook his head, still holding Akito’s fists shut. “If someone saw us now, we’d be hunted down.”
36. The teenager slammed into Yokoo right outside his favorite café. He seemed to be in a hurry; had to be late for school or something. But when he skidded in his tracks to face Yokoo, expression apologetic, there was something in his face, those eyes, which left Yokoo short of breath.
37. It’s convenient, Fujigaya thinks, that Kitayama is wearing a robe now. Nobody can see the hand Fujigaya works into his lap as they wait for Miyata to jump. He has to be careful, casual, and while he can’t get his fingers in Kitayama’s trunks, Fujigaya enjoys watching the other’s jaw clench as he explores.
38. “Guys, we’re in trouble,” Kishi says as soon as he’s in the studio. “Kotaro fell in love with the nurse he met when he broke his arm and he’s talking about getting a normal job.”