wip meme
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!
i saw this on someone's journal and wanted to play too uwu except there are 18 here and this isn't even really all of them which makes me sad but!! you guys can see a little bit of what i'm working on!
uh, i think i should warn for like?? suggestive content (nc-17 yo), violence?? and one mention of character death
1. The hybrid’s eyes are bright when he finally does manage to meet Yifan's gaze-a little sad Yifan thinks, but still bright and clear as he smiles, tail thumping wetly against the bench when he wags it, "I'm okay!"
2. “If you make more tips than me tonight, I’ll let you fuck me when the show’s over,” Taemin purrs in Jongin’s ear, grinning at the way the younger shivers and clenches his eyes shut so that he can’t see their reflections in the mirror.
3. Despite being a model, Jongin's wardrobe at his apartment is made up of sweatpants and loose fitting shirts and absolutely nothing high fashion or even reminiscent of his job at all and Zitao finds this to be a horrible tragedy.
4. Hundreds and hundreds (possibly thousands) of years on earth have made Jinki a little more than cautious and a little less than recognizable-everyone who knew him before is dead and everyone who knows him now doesn’t really know him at all.
5. “‘M sorry.” Jongin chokes out, voice soft like this is his fault, “Please don’t be mad.”
6. Wu Fan’s hand is fastened tightly around a very guilty looking Chanyeol's collar as he drags him along and Chanyeol trips after him obediently, hunching his shoulders like he's trying to make himself as small as possible, with his tail tucked between his legs and his ears drooping.
7. “Jongin-ah was a little hesitant about this,” Zitao’s voice is in his ear, but Jongin knows he’s talking to the camera-to Baekhyun-and he whines, shifting restlessly in Zitao’s grip, “But you probably wouldn’t have known that. I mean, look at him, he’s leaking for it.”
8. “I don’t think you heard me right,” Chanyeol says as he leans forward to wrap his fingers around the man’s jaw and Sehun smells flesh burning even before the man starts screaming, the tips of Chanyeol’s fingers searing into his cheeks, “I said: where is our money.”
9. “It’s okay, you know.” Key’s eyes were on Chanyeol’s in the mirror, “To cry, I mean. It’s hard. You don’t have to smile like such an idiot all the time.”
10. Taemin hums in acknowledgement, leaning into Jinki’s side when the older Incubus wraps an arm around his shoulders, “I suppose he does.”
11. Kyungsoo doesn’t know how hot Chanyeol’s fire burns, but the man in the tub doesn’t stop screaming for a full ten minutes and the smell of burning flesh stings his nose all the way out of the hotel.
12. “I think you can give me one more.” Baekhyun murmurs, voice like honey, and Jongin would believe him if it weren’t for the way his legs are trembling with the effort of trying to hold himself up.
13. Chanyeol dies from the fever an hour later with his head in Amber's lap and the boy's name on his lips.
14. “Yeah, well, I’m just a half-breed,” Jongin spits, only a little bitter as he shoves his hat back up and glowers at Chanyeol, “I don’t need to fuck everything that breathes just to keep myself looking pretty, like some kind of leech.”
15. Zitao doesn’t know where he came from-doesn’t remember much before the soft smell of roses and the sound of Victoria’s voice singing him to sleep, her fingers carding softly through his hair-but he knows he’s not one of them.
16. Taemin’s theory is confirmed when he creeps up behind Jongin and puts his hand on his shoulder and the younger boy jumps hard, whipping around so fast that Taemin’s sure he would’ve fallen if he wasn’t there to steady him.
17. There’s purring and manipulative sad eyes when it comes time for him to leave, the three of them refusing to let him up until Sehun has rubbed his cheek all over Junmyeon and deems his “weird scent” sufficiently diluted enough for him to go.
18. Jongdae stands and (finally, finally) spreads his wings wide, relishing in the way his joints pop and the quiet rustling sound his feathers make brushing against each other on the breeze as he preens, admiring what little of his own reflection he can see in the choppy water.
i have a very serious problem please send help
i saw this on someone's journal and wanted to play too uwu except there are 18 here and this isn't even really all of them which makes me sad but!! you guys can see a little bit of what i'm working on!
uh, i think i should warn for like?? suggestive content (nc-17 yo), violence?? and one mention of character death
1. The hybrid’s eyes are bright when he finally does manage to meet Yifan's gaze-a little sad Yifan thinks, but still bright and clear as he smiles, tail thumping wetly against the bench when he wags it, "I'm okay!"
2. “If you make more tips than me tonight, I’ll let you fuck me when the show’s over,” Taemin purrs in Jongin’s ear, grinning at the way the younger shivers and clenches his eyes shut so that he can’t see their reflections in the mirror.
3. Despite being a model, Jongin's wardrobe at his apartment is made up of sweatpants and loose fitting shirts and absolutely nothing high fashion or even reminiscent of his job at all and Zitao finds this to be a horrible tragedy.
4. Hundreds and hundreds (possibly thousands) of years on earth have made Jinki a little more than cautious and a little less than recognizable-everyone who knew him before is dead and everyone who knows him now doesn’t really know him at all.
5. “‘M sorry.” Jongin chokes out, voice soft like this is his fault, “Please don’t be mad.”
6. Wu Fan’s hand is fastened tightly around a very guilty looking Chanyeol's collar as he drags him along and Chanyeol trips after him obediently, hunching his shoulders like he's trying to make himself as small as possible, with his tail tucked between his legs and his ears drooping.
7. “Jongin-ah was a little hesitant about this,” Zitao’s voice is in his ear, but Jongin knows he’s talking to the camera-to Baekhyun-and he whines, shifting restlessly in Zitao’s grip, “But you probably wouldn’t have known that. I mean, look at him, he’s leaking for it.”
8. “I don’t think you heard me right,” Chanyeol says as he leans forward to wrap his fingers around the man’s jaw and Sehun smells flesh burning even before the man starts screaming, the tips of Chanyeol’s fingers searing into his cheeks, “I said: where is our money.”
9. “It’s okay, you know.” Key’s eyes were on Chanyeol’s in the mirror, “To cry, I mean. It’s hard. You don’t have to smile like such an idiot all the time.”
10. Taemin hums in acknowledgement, leaning into Jinki’s side when the older Incubus wraps an arm around his shoulders, “I suppose he does.”
11. Kyungsoo doesn’t know how hot Chanyeol’s fire burns, but the man in the tub doesn’t stop screaming for a full ten minutes and the smell of burning flesh stings his nose all the way out of the hotel.
12. “I think you can give me one more.” Baekhyun murmurs, voice like honey, and Jongin would believe him if it weren’t for the way his legs are trembling with the effort of trying to hold himself up.
13. Chanyeol dies from the fever an hour later with his head in Amber's lap and the boy's name on his lips.
14. “Yeah, well, I’m just a half-breed,” Jongin spits, only a little bitter as he shoves his hat back up and glowers at Chanyeol, “I don’t need to fuck everything that breathes just to keep myself looking pretty, like some kind of leech.”
15. Zitao doesn’t know where he came from-doesn’t remember much before the soft smell of roses and the sound of Victoria’s voice singing him to sleep, her fingers carding softly through his hair-but he knows he’s not one of them.
16. Taemin’s theory is confirmed when he creeps up behind Jongin and puts his hand on his shoulder and the younger boy jumps hard, whipping around so fast that Taemin’s sure he would’ve fallen if he wasn’t there to steady him.
17. There’s purring and manipulative sad eyes when it comes time for him to leave, the three of them refusing to let him up until Sehun has rubbed his cheek all over Junmyeon and deems his “weird scent” sufficiently diluted enough for him to go.
18. Jongdae stands and (finally, finally) spreads his wings wide, relishing in the way his joints pop and the quiet rustling sound his feathers make brushing against each other on the breeze as he preens, admiring what little of his own reflection he can see in the choppy water.
i have a very serious problem please send help