Apparently I Suck! or, A Word About WsiP

[mousapelli]

okay, i knew things were getting bad, but it turns out I have thirty-nine unfinished fics in the folder, and that's if you don't count the one file where i just made myself cryptic notes like "Jin makes the magnum onigiri."

this is also not counting anything in the 'unfinished fic' folder, which is where things go when i have utterly no hope of finishing them.

so. hmm. yikes. one of my favorites contains only this:

"YOUR MOM, RYUICHI!" Ryohei calls from the kitchen.

"YOUR MOM!" Ryuichi yells back.

"No, you idiot," Ryohei leans around the corner and waves the phone. "Your mom is on the phone! And, Keita, stop letting him watch American TV!"

also, I am so very diseased. uuuuuuurgh.

Comments

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

May I confess undying love for you in song or dance?

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

haha, you go right ahead with that XD

[prillalar]

I have a billion of those too. And files that say things like "InuKai. Bicycle wheel. Kiss." Which must have made sense at some point. Also, I found this bit of AftS! that I never was able to finish but which I think kind of turned into Loser later, judging by some of the tensions in the scene.

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"Be careful, senpai," Harada said. "It took me an hour to put them up."

Sato lifted the paper chain that was looped across his cubby. "How are we supposed to get our clothes in and out?"

"Um, carefully?" Harada picked up a box of thumbtacks. "I had to move your equipment. It's in the corner."

Right at the the bottom, under a huge stack of everyone else's equipment. And a box of red felt. Misaki pulled his shirt over his head and grinned. "I helped him move it."

"You move it," Tachiki said, reaching out to shove at Misaki's hip. He was stretched out on the only bench, flipping through one of his magazines. "You're in my light."

Asakawa ducked in beside Sato. "Cool! What's going on?"

"I'm in charge of decorations for our end-of-term party." Harada reached for the box, but wasn't quite tall enough to get his hand over the top.

"But that's not until next week." Sato wondered if it was too late to say he had a stomach ache and skip running around the wet field in 20 kilograms of equipment just for one day.

Harada jumped for the box and missed again. "But Marty-senpai is flying home on Friday, so we're having the party tomorrow." His face turned pink. "And I'm going to Canada with him! For a cultural experience!" This time he managed to get a handful of red felt. "He's teaching me French and everything."

Asakawa pushed past Sato and grabbed the box down. "What's this?"

"Stockings!" Harada said. "It's a Christmas party. For Marty-senpai." He held one up to the wall, over the practice schedule, and drove a tack halfway through his thumb. "Tabarnac!"

The corner of Tachiki's mouth twitched. "Oh, you'll fit right in."

"A party, cool!" Asakawa smiled and his face lit up like the scoreboard at last week's basketball game. "What presents should I get for everybody?"

Tachiki flipped a page. "What about a coupon for twelve free b--"

Misaki slapped his hand over Tachiki's mouth. The only thing louder than the silence in the room was the throbbing in Sato's head as he stared Tachiki down. Tachiki just held his gaze. Sato saw his jaw move. Misaki flushed and pulled his hand away. Sato clenched his fists. One of these days, he thought. One of these days, it would be on.

"A coupon?" Asakawa shucked his uniform shirt and put it into his cubby, daintily lifting the chain first. Sato stared at the suck mark on Asakawa's chest, fresh last night, and could almost feel him squirming, laughing as Sato pinned him down and-- Sato clenched his fists again, but for a different reason. "Coupons are boring," Asakawa said.

"Maybe I'll get one for you," Tachiki said.

"We're due on the field." Sato yanked his gear out from the bottom of the pile. Pads and crosses thumped and clattered all over the floor. A ball hit Harada on top of the head.

"Câlice!"

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

ahahahah! I have a whole bunch of AftS! unfinished things, like the harada in canada one. the best one was this, however, from a file entitled "Kobayashi Training:

It started, as most things that ruined Kobayashi's life did, with Tachiki and Kichida hunched over a laptop.

"Kazuhiro!" Tachiki yelled, while Kichida laughed so hard that his face was turning purple. "You HAVE to see this!"

The tinny loudspeakers spit out a string of

[prillalar]

Oh, Kobagin! Your life is hard, so hard.

[xxlithiumflower.livejournal.com]

I must confess this makes me feel slightly better about my dozen or so unfinished fics. Except that yours are undoubtedly of a higher quality, so I guess I'm back to D=. (Yeah, sometimes I reread a couple of paragraphs I discover sitting somewhere on my harddrive and wonder what kind of interesting medications I must've been on when I thought those words would sound nice strung together.)

*glances at her Very Very Unfinished Shoon/Taiyo genderswitch fic and resists the urge to burst into tears*

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

lol, awwwww, you should totally finish that! we need more Shoon genderswitch. if by more i mean any at all.

I have some completely random unfinished y3 at the beach fic where Hikaru causes a lot of trouble repeatedly. Also an unfinished fic where Chinen drinks ramune and another where Yabu catches Takaki behind the costume rack.

[xxlithiumflower.livejournal.com]

Okay, damn. Sleep deprivation either has me switching words or blending fics together -- I meant to refer to my Shoon/Taiyo bodyswitch fic, the genderswitch fic is in a different fandom altogether... (My fail, let me show you it.) I'm afraid I will never get around to finishing it, because it taught me what wonderful fun Taiyo is to write (he thinks Ueda is a wizard!), but writing him now just depresses me. I've turned into a weepy, useless, angstpuppy fangirl. D=

...You say 'beach', my mind goes straight to Tenipuri. Will beach volleyball be involved? (And *random flailing* can I encourage you to work on the Chinen fic? He's so much fun to both write and read. )

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

pfft. genderswitch, bodyswitch, w/e. either is good.

i do want to finish the chinen! because i want to humiliate jemz by forcing her to love heysay fic.

[shinigamitabris.livejournal.com]

you... you have unfininished w-inds. fic?!

*taps foot*

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

MAYBE A LITTLE. i think this was supposed to be the fic where w-inds. likes to encourage their fangirls to think that they have something to do with gackt, so that interviewers are always asking him what he thinks about w-inds.' new album, and gackt is just disgruntled.

[snowym.livejournal.com]

That little snippet of w-inds. fic you shared was genius XDD. *has a goofy smile on her face now, even though work was HORRIBLE*

[bloodybrilliant.livejournal.com]

I remember really liking the Jin making the magnum onigiri idea quite a bit. PLZ CONTINUE.