#attempting to write

[winchester-reload]

There's nothing quite like trying to write smut while you sit in a Safeway pharmacy waiting room, waiting for your father to fill his prescription. This scene's gonna be so romantic, I'm sure...

[ftstorm]

Title: Energy FF.NET

There are multiple types of energy and Mac didn’t know he would experience them like this. Collection of drabbles.

Chapter 2: Solar Wind

SOLAR WIND

The team had a carefully crafted plan for this particularly dangerous undercover mission. Amongst other details, they had decided they wouldn't arrive to the party together to keep the appearances. So when the time came, one by one, they left their hotel rooms. Except for the happily newlywed couple, clearly, who were currently sharing one of the rented cars. Mac was at the wheel.

Silence.

Mac had given up on letting go the ominous feeling that lurked over him ever since they had designed the plan. There was also this restlessness that showed up when he knocked on Riley's door exactly at 20:14 (after a ten minutes delay due to a fierce fight against his own bow tie that he had won). But it wasn't because of the small box that Bozer had slipped in his pocket before, of course not.

Basically, a nervous and brooding MacGyver meant that he wasn't in a talkative mood. Still, her silence irked him. It made him more aware of her presence. It reminded him that "things were different between them". It frustrated him, different how? His mind spiraled with all type of thoughts, distracting him from the mission and he couldn't afford that. So at the next red light he inhaled deeply and took out the blue velvety box.

"Right, here… Riley, can I have your hand for a moment? No, the left one," he blurted.

She raised a questioning eyebrow but conveyed. Her lips formed a little "oh" when Mac put a ring on her finger.

Something in the world shifted then.

Mac couldn't understand exactly what it was but as he saw the happiest smile taking shape in her pretty face the world shifted slightly. The idea that he was the reason for such an expression to come to existence caused an explosion within him and something buried deep inside him struggled to make it to the surface.

All of sudden his senses intensified, magnified and everything was… more. Mac felt oversensitive in a way he hadn't before. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, his hand burned over hers. It was like his eyes captured colors more vividly and his lungs filled with the purest oxygen.

For an instant he pictured the Aurora Borealis, a colorful display of beauty and overdosed energy. For an instant, a fraction of a second, it was like a coctail of excited particles wind ran all over him. It was like a storm of solar wind that travelled and searched for something, until it reached his hand and found release in the form of the softest caress on their point of contact over that ring.

He really couldn't understand how the simplest action brought out so many emotions within him.

The red light changed to green and they had to let go, the moment gone, leaving their hands hot and itchy and empty. Mac allowed himself to release the breath he didn't know he had been holding.

What had happened there?

Mac smiled at the irony of finding the Aurora Borealis as a fitting answer. A phenomenon yet to be fully explained by science, the same way he still couldn't completely comprehend his emotions. One thing he knew for sure, just as the Nothern Lights were a marvellous showcase of energy discharge, he had just lived through the same delightful experience.

The unreal moment that they shared had left him strangely relaxed, with a lightness that could be qualified as content. And Riley being Riley cracked a joke to ease the tension. It worked. From then on words flowed easily.

"What do we say if they ask how we met?" Mac asked.

"I guess a first encounter at jail isn't very romantic, is it?" she teased.

"Are you kidding? That's the definition of an epic story."

"Worthy of telling to our grandchildren, you say."

He forced himself to not think about the implications of her statement. "They would never get bored, that's a given."

They laughed, flustered and happy.

It occurred to Mac that he hadn't felt so at ease in a long while and he couldn't help but to notice that he wasn't thinking about a foreboding future anymore.

(Later on Mac wouldn't resist the temptation of grabbing her hand and touching their contact point again with the hope that maybe, only maybe, he would experience the Aurora Borealis without actually going to Canada.)

[chicgeekgirl89]

Moonlight

He’s watching her sleep again.

It’s something he does often. More often than she knows, because the nightmares come more often than he lets on. And when they do, watching her until her peacefulness absorbs into his own body is the only thing that sends him back to sleep.

She’s caught him once or twice. If she wakes up now she’ll punch him and tell him to stop being creepy and that she can’t sleep while he watches.

But tonight, blessedly, she doesn’t stir, completely serene in the moonlight that slips in through the curtains. And he’s grateful, because this nightmare was particularly bad and he needs her gentle presence here beside him.

In the days before her, he spent a lot of nights lying awake with nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat roaring in his ears for hours on end. The night terrors had started when he was a child. The fear of his father that he kept firmly in check during the day came for him in the dark. Growing older made them worse, as his father’s threats and anger reached a boiling point and ultimately sent him to a point of no return.

The night he’d shot his father was the first night he’d slept without dreams in years. The sheer weight of the man’s violent presence lifting from the house had been enough to give him peace for one night. But it hadn’t lasted. The fear was too old, too deep seated to be kept at bay for long. And once he’d killed Boyle he’d just accepted that sleep wasn’t something he deserved anymore.

He’d tried some therapy, but it hadn’t lasted. Medication hadn’t worked either. Instead it seemed to infuriate his subconscious, infusing his dreams with a new strength that regularly reduced him to a trembling, sweaty mess. Insomnia had gripped him deeply, leaving him edgy and exhausted all day long.

But then she’d come into his life and it had changed everything. Thank god, it had changed everything. Now when the fury of a nightmare overtakes him, ripping him from slumber, her presence is there to ground him. To remind him that they are safe and happy. That the nightmares aren’t real anymore.

The steady rise and fall of her chest soothes the rapid beating of his heart. He can just make out her hair on the pillow, the soft skin of her shoulder, the gentle curve of her hip. He loves how beautiful she is, outside and in. She makes him feel safe and wanted. She makes him believe he’s a good person. It’s what he needs to get  through the night.

He lies down again, wrapping his arm around her waist. She sighs and curls into his chest. He closes his eyes. He breathes. And he sleeps.

[mika-chaos-bean]

So I was writing a thing.

A Yo-Kai Watch fanfic.

Under the cut because is long

pls reblog this so others can see it! i worked very hard on it!

(edit: YES i liked my own post.)

Prolouge

The forest of Mount Wildwood was quiet, the full moon casting a glow on the wet rocks near the river. A distant owl hoots, the sound echoing softly through the night. A cicada chirps softly. Hey, wait a sec, that's not a cicada...

It's a Cadin!

Cadin is a yo-kai of the Charming Tribe. What's a yo-kai you ask? It's a mischievious spirit, of course. People usually don't see yo-kai without a watch, but there are sometimes exceptions. Cadin hops towards a nearby log, where another yo-kai was sitting. That yo-kai was Ushio.

“Any luck, dear friend?” Cadin asks. Ushio sighs, shaking her head. “No luck. I can't find it anywhere. Perhaps a Peckpocket took it, or somethin'...” she looks at the ground, upset. Cadin pats her shoulder reassuringly, “Thou mustn't be so down. I am sure we shall find thine talisman.” he says. Ushio smiles halfheartedly at him. “...That talisman is more than just some sorta decoration, it's... it's the only thing I have left from my human life. If I lose it forever, I... I dunno what I'd do.” she says. “I'd lose sight of what I once was, and... well, it'd be a pretty big deal is all I'm saying. I'd do anything to find it. I'd even fight the strongest yo-kai out there.”

Cadin nods, looking at the river. “Thy bravery amazes me, Ushio. Thou art more courageous than a Blazion.” he says. Ushio chuckles, “Hah, I've endured a lot as of late. Fighting boss yo-kai sounds like an easy task. But I bet once I actually face it, I'd die in mere seconds. I am still... really weak, for an A rank yo-kai.”

“Thou shouldn't underestimate thyself. Thine full strength is yet to be found.” Cadin says, his wings fluttering behind him. Ushio stays silent for a second, contemplating what Cadin said. She nods, looking into the river. “I guess you're right... thanks, Cadin.” she looks up at the moon, which was high in the sky. “We better turn in for the night. We can find the talisman tomorrow. We should get some sleep...” she gets up from the log.

Cadin nods in agreement, hopping up on a nearby branch, saying, “Very well. Until we meet again, Ushio!” He then disappears into a cloud of smoke, teleporting away.

“...I'll see you around, Cadin.” Ushio sighs, walking through the bushes, toward the Mount Wildwood Shrine. She had one last thing to do before going to bed.

She stops at the small pond of koi fish near the shrine, sitting in front of it. Ushio... wasn't a fan of water, and yet she was good at controlling it. It annoyed her that she didn't get an attribute she wanted when she became a Yo-Kai, but oh well, water attribute was given to her anyway. Ushio takes a deep breath, and exhales. “I'll be able to find it. I'm sure I will.” she gets up, fading into her human disguise, and going to her home in Uptown Springdale. She sneaks into the house, not wanting her (adoptive) parents to find out she'd been sneaking around outside.

She makes her way upstairs, and lays down in her bed. “What a day this has been. I wonder if I'll ever find it.” she mumbles, before falling asleep.

Chapter one: Befriended

Ushio, in her Yo-Kai form, was sitting on a park bench, observing others at play in the field. There was a lot of emotions Ushio was feeling at once. Confusion, sadness, amusement... all at the same time. Times sure have changed since when she was human. When she was young, the way of playing would be joining with a few friends and play fighting. In the times of now, people would kick a ball, and call it fun? Ushio never understood the modern human ways.

“This ball game confuses me. What is the point of kicking the ball? It did nothing wrong. This is injustice!” Ushio grumbles.

“It's called kick-ball, Ushio.” someone with a British accent says. Ushio facepalms, knowing exactly who it is. “...Hey, Whisper. What is it, now?” she hisses. “I have a feeling that a big Yo-Kai might be around here!” Whisper says.

“Whisper, wait up!” a more scrawny-ish voice coming from afar yells. Ushio jumps, “w-who is that?!” she asks. “I never introduced you to Nate, have I, Ushio?” Whisper says. Ushio sighs, shaking her head. A child runs up to them. He's slightly shorter than Ushio, and a red cat Yo-Kai is following from behind him. “Whisper, don't leave us behind like tha-... W-Whisper, what Yo-Kai is that?” Nate points to Ushio. Ushio growls in response, “Hey, pointing at others is rude! Watch where you point, human.”

“Nate, this is Ushio! She is a Yo-Kai of the Mysterious Tribe, with a water attribute!” Whisper says, almost excitedly. Ushio doesn't say anything, but her eyes narrow and extends her hand to Nate for a handshake.

After they shook hands, the red cat Yo-Kai jumps in. “And I'm Jibanyan, nyan!” he says in a high-pitched tone. Nate sighs, “Let's just focus on the huge aura coming from right there!” he gestures to the front of the school. Ushio nods, “I agree with the human.”

Nate looks through the lenses of his Yo-Kai Watch, and then he sees a giant lizard Yo-Kai. Slimamander.

On the Yo-Kai, was a blue Talisman. Ushio recognized it immediately. “Hey! It's got my talisman!” she growls, stepping foreward. “W-Wait, Ushio, you can't face him head on!” Whisper yells. “We'll help you, nyan!” Jibanyan says. Nate facepalms, “Why does this always happen to us... okay, fine, we'll help!” he says.

Ushio jumps at Slimamander, trying to land a hit, but it was covered in slime, so all the attacks bounced right off. “Hmph. I underestimated you.” Ushio grunts, throwing a bullet of water at its closed eye. The eye opens.

“That's it's weak spot! We need to hit it's eye!” Nate says, grabbing a medal and putting it in the Yo-Kai Watch. “Come on out, my friend! Calling Cadin!”

Ushio's eyes go wide. Cadin already had befriended Nate? “Wait- Cadin?” she stops fighting, and ended up getting hit by Slimamander's attack.

Ushio got knocked back, slowly getting up. “...It's strong... but not strong... enough...!” she hisses. “Ushio, wait, you need to heal!” Whisper says. Ushio couldn't hear him, and kept on throwing a flurry of attacks at Slimamander's eye. Cadin joined in too. “Thine fighting is admirable, Ushio. But thou must rest at some point!” he says. Ushio looked at Cadin, “I will, but I'm not stopping until I get my talisman back!” she says.

“PAWS OF FURY!!!” Jibanyan yells, hitting Slimamander's eye with his quick paws. Ushio looks at him in awe. “Okay, that was cool.” she says, quietly. Slimamander then closed it's eye again. “Ah, you're joking!! We have to open its eye again?!” Ushio growls. “Stay focused Ushio!” Cadin calls. “Right, right, yes, I know...” Ushio mutters, landing a waterfall attack on Slimamander. It does nothing to lower its HP, but it'll get it to open its eye quicker.

After a few more attacks, its middle eye opens to reveal... a tongue? “Wh- It's eye was there last time!!” Ushio says, looking mildly concerned. “Ah-ha! Yes, Slimamander can switch its eye and two tongues around! Only its eye is it's weak point though!” Whisper yells.

“Why are you named 'Whisper' if you are so loud?” Ushio asks, annoyed. Whisper looks at her angrily, before turning away, not answering the question.

Soon enough, they found which head Slimamander's eye was in, and they (supposedly) defeated it. Whisper flies in a circle excitedly “That was too close! I bet that you wouldn't have won without MY help-”

“Whisper, you didn't even give a lot of advice.” Nate grumbles. “HEY BE NICE TO ME I'M YOUR YO-KAI BUTLER!” Whisper yells. Ushio looks at both of them in amusement. “You guys are funny. Here. Take this, Nate. And don't you dare lose it.” she says, giving Nate her Yo-Kai Medal. “Oh, cool! Thanks! I guess this means we're friends now?” Nate asks. “I wouldn't have given it to you if we weren't.” Ushio answers. Nate smiles, “Thanks Ushio, for helping us out. We do have to be going though. Seeya!” he takes his leave, waving at Ushio. Ushio smiles in return and waves back, “Until next time, Nate.”

Now, Ushio was alone again. Slimamander was still lying there, seemingly dead. Ushio looks at the fell Yo-Kai, realizing it was still breathing. Ushio lets out a sigh of relief. “Good, it isn't dead.”

Slimamander then woke up, preparing a fire attack to throw at Ushio.

Ushio freezes. She felt rooted to the spot. Like she couldn't move. “Welp, this is it.” she sighs. Just as the fire was about to hit her, something, or someone, appeared in front of her, sheilding them both from the attack. Ushio couldn't see who it was, but the figure had an azure blue scarf that looked like two dragons.

The figure attacked Slimamander, and Slimamander fell down, and teleported away. The figure turns to Ushio, their golden eyes watching her with... some sort of emotion in them. They step closer, showing themselves a bit more. They looked... human. But too much aura to be a human. They were a Yo-Kai, like Ushio.

“You... saved me?” Ushio seemed grateful and confused at the same time. “Yes, well... I'm not in the government. So don't expect another bailout next time. Farewell, Ushio.” the Yo-Kai says, and then he disappears. Ushio stood there, confused even more. “How did he know my name? Why did he save me? Who WAS that?” she questions. She looks around. Seeing the seals have been fixed, and there was no more trouble in the area, Ushio retreated back to Mount Wildwood.

End of chapter.

Can yall guess who that Yo-Kai was?

[mazarin221b]

Sunday Six!

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

He was 15 the first time, at home alone in the heat of a summer’s day. It was a day perfect for a solitary and leisurely wank - his dad was at work, and his mum had taken Harry off for an ill-advised trip to the shops. So John lay on top of his duvet, door locked and bedroom windows wide open to catch the slight breeze, shorts shoved down to his knees and his hand on his cock.

He realizes he’s probably been doing this a bit too much lately, but lust itches under his skin almost constantly these days, no matter how often he brings himself off. It’s to the point where a simple shift of clothes over his skin can make him twitch, and a smile from a lovely girl in short shorts and a tee shirt leaves him half-hard and trying not to adjust himself in his jeans.

So he indulges much more often this summer than usual, and as he teases his fingers down between his legs he feels a little jolt of pleasure when he strokes the soft skin behind his balls.

[shu-box-puns]

Working on polishing up part 2 of ‘I wouldn’t have given you to them; not for anything’ and UMMMMM, might need to increase the number of chapters! Damn this thing is beginning to look CHONKY!

[celestialgunfireopera]

I want to write something that sticks with people. Characters that people connect with and stories they can’t stop talking about. I want to tell stories that help people the way stories helped me.

BUT

That requires like… actually writing. And there are no words in my brain box right now.

I return to reading fanfic and screeching at the sky.

[tortillastardust]

Random Word Drabble: Wave

Word: Wave

Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian

Summary: Sebastian convinces Kurt to come to California with him over the summer. 

A/N: Fluff, fluff, fluff :)

It took much more work than he initially thought it would, but Sebastian was finally able to convince Kurt to take a trip to the beach. In the end, the stores of Los Angeles broke Kurt's resolve, which had been strong for nearing four months.

"C'mon, Kurt," Sebastian insisted as he and his boyfriend cuddled on their couch in their New York apartment. They lay along the length of the couch, Sebastian running his hands up and down Kurt's back, who was promptly collapsed on top of his boyfriend. "My family and I go to California almost every summer, and I really just want you there with me."

Kurt groaned internally, knowing that he was going to lose this fight. Rarely did Sebastian outright ask for what he wanted, instead choosing to dance around his emotions until Kurt stumbled into what his boyfriend wanted.

"You said yourself that you wanted to get to know my family better, rather than just the occasional visit," Sebastian continued, beginning to sense Kurt's fight die down. "My parents and sisters are already pretty much in love with you-- but that's probably because they don't know any better."

"But the sun!" Kurt protested, lifting his head from Sebastian's chest and looking at his boyfriend seriously. "My skin was not meant for the California sun!"

Sebastian ducked his head, pressing kisses to Kurt's face. "Babe, you and I both know that you have all the fucking creams and lotions you need to survive a little sun."

Kurt groaned out loud this time before flopping back down on his boyfriend. "Fine, but you're taking me shopping."

That was how Kurt found himself in a beach house with the Smythe family in Venice Beach, California, dropping his luggage in his and Sebastian's room before collapsing on the soft bed in the middle of July. He was barely getting comfortable when said boyfriend marched in and promptly lay down on top of Kurt.

"Bas!" Kurt whined, too tired to attempt to shove his boyfriend off him. "You're heavy! Get off!"

"Are you insinuating that I'm fat, babe?" Sebastian said, looking genuinely offended. "Just for that, I'm staying here all night."

Kurt rolled his eyes, before rolling out from under the other boy. "You're not fat, but if you wrinkle this shirt, I will hurt you. It was a present from Isabelle," he said while beginning to rifle through his bags for his night creams.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I swear, your boss is always giving you clothes. I thought I was supposed to shower you in gifts."

"Isn't that what tomorrow is for?" Kurt replied cheekily before disappearing in the attached bathroom, smiling at Sebastian's huff of laughter.

xxx

In the end, Sebastian was mainly used to carry bags and swipe his card while Kurt and Sebastian's two sisters, Nicole and Elisse, weaved through the stores of Los Angeles. Kurt's initial plan was too cover every inch of his body with clothes, but the heat made him cave into nothing but his yellow skinny jeans, white v-neck, and Sebastian's sandals (and plenty of sunscreen).

Eventually, Sebastian became too agitated with the shopping and forced everyone back into the rental car, claiming that he was willing to leave them all behind for them to find their own damn ride home.

By the early afternoon, Sebastian finally forced Kurt down to the beach with him, which Kurt only agreed to when he saw the sun's rays had become less harsh.

The two of them walked down Venice Beach, hand in hand and barefoot, just shy of the water's edge.

"Let's go closer," Sebastian said, already tugging at Kurt's hand.

"Wait!" Kurt pulled his hand from Sebastian's grasp to roll up the ends of his jeans up to his mid-calf before taking Sebastian's hand again. "Okay, I'm ready."

Sebastian rolled his eyes fondly. "You make it seem like you're going to get shoved into a war."

"Yeah, because I'm really going to let salt water ruin my clothes," Kurt quipped. When the water finally reached them and ran over their feet, Kurt yelped. "Oh my god, that's cold!"

Sebastian burst out laughing, causing his boyfriend to huff and shove his shoulder. Unfortunately, Sebastian ended up falling on the wet sand, bringing his boyfriend down with him.

"Sebastian! You f--!"

He was cut off when a wave crashed over them both, dropping them back to the ground. Despite himself, he let out a small laugh before sitting up and facing Sebastian, who was grinning. They made to get up, but another wave came and swept them under their feet, even dragging them further into the ocean.

"Oh my God, the ocean is trying to eat us, Bas!" Kurt squealed, laughing, but still trying to pull himself and his boyfriend to the dry sand.

It took another four attempts for them to finally collapse in the dry sand, well away from the water. They stayed on the ground, laughing hysterically, clutching their sides.

"This fucking sand is everywhere!" Sebastian groaned, sitting up and trying to rub the sand off his arms.

"We look so stupid," Kurt laughed. "We're soaking and covered in sand."

Sebastian looked over to his boyfriend. The water had caused his white shirt to become translucent and glue itself to his skin. Sebastian could barely make out the defined muscles under the shirt, but he didn't need to see them to know them. He had spent hours tracing Kurt's chest, body, with his fingers and tongue and was sure he knew his body as well as his own.

Sebastian wrapped a hand behind Kurt's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was just a soft brushing of lips at first, sweet and full of love. Kurt sighed against Sebastian's mouth, and Sebastian used that to slip his tongue into the warm cavern. He licked his way into Kurt's mouth, feeling Kurt rest his hand on Sebastian's waist. It was a little uncomfortable, given that they were sitting on a beach, wet, and Kurt was still not completely comfortable with PDA, even after living in New York City for almost four years, but it still managed to be perfect.

"Mmmf!" Kurt pulled away, sputtering. "I got sand in my mouth!"

[spachik]

when the glitter falls and the lights are dim we are stars in an endless sea binary and spinning faster than light when everything falls will you be there with me? --- so I'm trying to write another blunder fic really hard. I finally got some inspiration and blah blah blah... Anyways, enjoy some random blunder themed stuff (poetry?) until I can finish the fic. And maybe wish me some luck?  because i may need it

[ftstorm]

Title: Energy FF.NET

There are multiple types of energy and Mac didn’t expect to experience them like this. Drabble(s).

STATIC

Mac wasn't expecting it. Then again, he was used to face the unexpected on a daily basis so he wasn't surprised either. It all started with that mission. Really, Mac had known Riley's secret for a few days (interesting how he had to be at an imminent life or death situation to bring up the topic).

The conversation had been revealing. He even surprised himself by sharing some of his own thoughts. Funny the way their reasons to have their relationships fail were totally opposite to each other. Later, imminent risk gone, none of them had mentioned it again. He was giving her privacy (or at least that's what he told himself).

Her words wouldn't leave his mind and each word felt like a cold shower in a winter morning. They just worked together? That annoyed him, although he couldn't blame her. There were eighteen months of silence in between them. Yes, that would inevitably change a relationship.

After that Mac made it a habit to text regularly, off work hours, to the whole team. He observed them more, knowing that this profession often drove them to bottle up their life issues during missions.

But then this thing happened.

It began at the team celebrations. Ever since Phoenix got back together after mission's ritual was a must. They'd go to Mac's apartment (he made an effort to keep it tidy, if only the main area), Desi wouldn't let anyone else but her ask for the pizzas (she got the role after everyone else cheated to bring their own favorite flavor to the party), Matty and Russ wouldn't stop bickering (Bozer called it the "Tell The Best Story and Win" segment), Riley would prep some music and Bozer would have the beer ready for the toast.

And after the toast they would hug. Fraternal, uncomplicated hugs. Mac didn't understand how it turned into a thing.

He didn't think too much when Riley happened to be the one he looked forward celebrating with. He didn't think too much of how good it felt. He most certainly didn't think too much when she didn't let go immediately (or how neither did he).

Oh, not thinking about it didn't equal to not noticing. Angus MacGyver couldn't avoid being observant. They'd sit next to each other and when Bozer told one of those jokes that had them laughing out loud, his body would use it as an excuse to come closer to her, he noticed. When he poured her a drink and their hands slightly touched, he noticed. When she walked away and his eyes followed her, he noticed.

It had to be a physical phenomenon. The thing. Mac would lay late at night thinking about what pulled him to her. He'd think about how his skin would tickle whenever she was around, as if all the atoms of his body rebelled against something he couldn't see. As if she had a magnet attached and he had a highly ferromagnetic object on him. Except they didn't carry anything, they were it.

But it also had to be chemical, Mac concluded, because how else could he explain that every time their skins came into contact this thing, this tingling, this magnetism grew stronger just like a reaction being catalyzed.

They were two charged individuals with their bodies accumulating a tension that could only be released when their magnetic fields were around each other's.

From then on when this thing happened, when she asked him to hold her keys for a second and his hand would instinctively search for hers, Mac would notice and he would revel in the experience of their static coming into life as he purposefully let his hand linger on hers./span/p

(In the boy scout reunion Mac gave them a whole lesson on electromagnetic fields and Lorentz's Law. He was inspired.)

Set after 4x05.

[imprecisemagic]

how the fuck are you meant to name fantasy characters

when i try to come up with names i either end up over-using the same sounds or thinking they all sound dumb

but then maybe all fantasy names sound dumb when created, but when a reader gets all invested and is like “what happens to FRODO” it becomes ok

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

Okay, how do I move on from the foreplay/build-up to the actual smut without it seeming like I’m moving too fast? I want to stay firmly in character, but it seems impossible right now. Come on, brain. Gah. Writing is hard. 

[nimueofthenorth]

Outcast

1. THE HUNT

Loki ran through the woods. It was an old woods, the trees stood tall and mossy, thick together. The ground was rough with roots and rocks, and not much sunlight found its way down here – he had to be careful where he placed his feet – but how can you be careful when you are fleeing for your life. Well, maybe not for his life – but he would be punished if they got him, and this time the price to pay could be steep. It was not the first time he had angered them.  And they were angry, no doubt about that. They had even bothered to follow him from Asgard and into Midgard, the mortals world. And here they were, running fast as one could through the forest. The last minutes of daylight were fading and evening was about to fell – mists rising from the ground, the sun setting, making the forest full off shadows and even darker in between the threes. Branches hitting his face, tangling into his hear and ripping it. His breath went heavy now – but there was no room for slowing down. He could hear Thors voice yelling back there someplace, and the barking of dogs. - Silly, self-centered Gods, he thought to himself, - No sense of humor. No room for anything but their own inflated egos.  It was not like anyone had gotten hurt. Well, not much and not by body, it was their self-esteem that had suffered. None had been killed. He lightly skipped the fact that the ones in his minds were Gods, that not easily would get killed and die off like the mortals so very often did.  

He raised his left arm to shield his eyes as he was storming through the forest – his feet faster and faster on the ground – the voices of the followers still possible to hear from a distance, coming and going – but they were still on his tail. He did not dare to use any of his skills to try deceiving them onto another track. Not yet – he needed more space between himself and his followers first. He had lately started to believe that Odin could smell his magic. The Allfather could both see and feel and sense more than was good for a poor mistreated and misunderstood member of the family. He felt his anger rise again. - Why are they always picking on me?  He thought, - The others get away with anything – but if I, Loki, do one tiny little bit of a joke that maybe not everyone find as funny as…. The moment of less concentration had its toll. His foot hooked into a root and he fell hard onto the ground, smashing his face and chest flat down, his breath beaten out of him. For a few seconds he laid on the ground, dizzy and disoriented. Then the pain hit him, sharp and red, splintering up his right leg. Loki sat up. Carefully he tried to move, a thin shriek let out between his lips. -Damn it! he cursed; this was not supposed to happen! It would take a miracle not being captured by the raging men chasing him now. And he did not work miracles – nor did they seem to work for him.  He bit his teeth together and got slowly back on his feet.  This was not good. He lent towards a tree, lifting his right foot up from the ground again. Not good at all. There was no way he could keep up the speed with one leg hurt like this. Something warm was running down his forehead, into his right eye. He lifted his hand and touched it, warm and sticky it felt on his fingers. Blood. There must have been a rock on the ground where he hit his face down. He wiped his face with his underarm – well, there was less chance the dogs would lose the scent from him now. He grinned. He raised his face to the evening sky: Pale skin, dark wavy hair, his eyes glimmering green, his teeth glistening wet and red from his own blood. Looking both beautiful and dangerous in his determination, Loki started to limp as fast as he could further into the woods.

-That way! Thor pointed out the direction with Mjolnir in his hand. Fierce and strong, he led the men in the hunt for the trickster. This time he had taken it too far. Insulting them like this – had the man no brain at all? Thor knew that this was not the matter, Loki was probably the smartest of them all, seeing earlier deeds – but still… Doing something so stupid – he shook his head as he thought about last night happenings.  He also wondered what they have done to deserve such treatment from him. - Nothing at all, most likely. Thor of all knew very well that you didn’t necessarily have to do anything at all against the man to be the receiver of his mischievous doings. It was just a matter of coincidences, and it could strike anyone. He took a deep breath and shook off the unwanted feeling of sympathy for the man, which had occurred briefly in his heart.  After all, they had a long time together, he could not whole-hearted hate him, but this time, Loki had gone too far. There were limits – even between gods.

Thor and his men moved fast forward into the woods. They had even brought dogs for help with tracking down the man, and these were leading the way steady. Loki was fast. They had been after him all day, still he was ahead. Why he had chosen his escape to this place was beyond Thors imagination, but at least it should make it easier to find him. A God in the middle of mortals – it would be like hiding a lighthouse out in a field, Thor thought to himself. And if he used his powers here, it would be like turning that same lighthouse on. Knowing Loki, he would sooner or later use those powers, he would simply not be able to resist. As was his nature – and when that moment came Thor would be there, ready to swoop down on him. Like a hawk to a prey.  The dogs started to bark fiercely up in front of him, they gathered in a group at the path sniffing and snarling, barking and growling – he hurried along, and soon got to the spot. He bent down to pick up a sharp stone from the ground. There was blood on it. The runaway must have hurt himself – soon now, soon they would have him.

Loki kept running, as fast as he could. Not too fast at the moment – but he kept pushing himself, trying to ignore the pain. The followers sounded as if they were closing in on him. The dogs had started an infernal noise back there – and in a moment of bad judgment he turned his head back towards the sounds, turning back to face his direction again a large branch hit him hard over the nose, and bright stars exploded in front of his eyes. A sigh slipped over his lips as he fell to his knees – clutching his hands over his face. Warm blood was pouring out from his nose and between his fingers, tears bursting from his eyes. Unarticulated sounds rose from him as he was trying to stay focused, not to lose his consciousness. Oh God! That hurt bad – he slowly breathed out of his mouth, breathed in again. Tried to not faint. Tried to ease the pain. Tried to gather himself enough strength to move on. Then he started his poorly attempt of running again. Up in front he could see a creek. If he could get into the water, maybe the dogs would lose the scent? He realized that it was wishful thinking – the dogs were his slightest problem, only an annoyance, brought to stress him. What he should worry about were the ones running with the dogs – Thor, Frøy, Tyr, Ull and even Skade, the Goddess. He could feel them all. He stumbled into the creek. Water was cold, - must be coming from the mountains someplace, he thought, feeling slightly more awake and alert from the chill. He stamped and dragged his feet trough the water, trying to be careful not wanting to slip on the rocks on the bottom. -Carefully and fast, carefully and fast, the words were grinding in his head as he continued his limping trough the water. He followed the creek for a while, with a sudden relief he realized that he could not hear neither Gods nor dogs anymore – then he realized that he could not hear them because of his own noises; the splashing of water, the heavy breathing, his heartbeats pounding in his ears. - So tired, he though. – I am so tired. I need to think of something, there has to be something that I can do… He was at overtime now, he felt – soon they would be circling him in, and he would be brought back to Asgard to punishment and dishonor. He could NOT let that happen! He stumbled and dragged himself up at the ground on the other side of the creek, half crawling half climbing up. There in front of him he could see a small farm, a house, a barn or a stable and some other buildings around a yard. He made a run for it, hoping his followers would not get out of the woods  right yet, and spot him -  as he limped his way over to the barn as fast as he could manage. He could not do it. He realized that because of one stupid mistake,  not paying full attention while running, there were no escape – but if he had time to catch his breath for just a while, he would sure put up a fight before they could have him. He opened the door and entered the dark rooms. Fumbling along the wall he walked deeper into the barn, carefully so that he would not hurt himself anymore on unseen obstacles. He found the room storing the hay. Thankfully he sank down, hoping for a few minutes rest, gathering himself a little before the fight. The seconds went slowly and painful by, as he half sat half lied down, trying to breathe deep and slowly, relaxing his body a bit.

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(I have tried to translate the first two pages of my story into English, as an experiment.... rather feeling abit sick in my stomack about it. Some of the names I have kept the Norwegian spelling of, simply because I had no idea of what the other versions might be. IF you have read so far - I would love to hear your point of wiew. Is my English understandable enough? Do I need more details per section? Writing for myself is one thing - but if I shall bother others with it, I would like to try and make it decent at least....I tagged it with Tom Hiddleston & Chris Hemswort names, as they are synonyms with Loki and Thor for some.)

Feel free to advice me?

[delulufruit]

Does anyone else do this? Like, does anyone else just have an entire story in their head and the ideas just keep coming, and you open Ao3 and just make a draft with all the tags you're gonna use? But, BUT, as soon as you get to the writing part, you completely forget how to spell and just sit there, staring at your screen, and before you know it the month is almost over?

And THAT is when you're forced to start typing?

[sayurinitta]

I am attempting to fic. I have no idea how long it will take, but it’s actually happening after feck knows how long XD

[curtisanthonytaylor]

I refuse to be a man of little words. Conversely, I refuse to be a man of many words. Instead, I choose to make the words I do say, important ones. I choose to simply be, a man of my words.

I got bored and couldn't stop thinking of this. So I wrote it down.