also the fact that shane is already awake and smiling up at ilya when ilya wakes up and then when ilya sleepily blinks down at shane and says good morning shane smiles even bigger and then when ilya says i like you shane looks down and then up and smiles says i like you too and then when ilya gently guides his head onto his chest he's still smiling all soft and sweet and serene and it's the most beautiful thing like imagine being ilya and shane smiling softly at you being the first thing you see when you open your eyes the morning after you rested your head in his lap and spilled your guts and you're at his cottage and it's all new and a little bit terrifying and then you wake up and he's already smiling and you love him so fucking much but you don't know if you can tell him that yet so you tell him that you like him because you do you like him so much and he needs to know that and you need to tell him because you've been keeping it hidden away on the tip of your tongue for so long now and he's beautiful in the morning light and your brain is barely functioning beyond shaneshaneshane and so you tell him and he tells you he likes you too and then you fall back asleep for a few more hours all tangled up and warm and safe
Saw this game @the-tiny-dragons-tea-room was tagged in and decided to give it a go! :Dd
Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (and italicize those that are loosely covered)
My WIP: Outcasts & Runaways (going off the themes of the whole (unfinished) series)
addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfillment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth
Tags: @o-lei-o-lai-o-lord @taleweaver-ramblings @awesomebutunpractical @as-dreamers-do and any other writers who wanna give it a stab :D
Foxgirl big sister struggling every day being so close to her adorable bunny sibling. They're so tiny compared to her and they smell incredible. She fights all of her vulpine instincts to avoid latching her teeth onto her precious little sibling, but something has to give. She needs some relief from the endless temptation.
Making them scream her name into the pillow as she hilts her strap deep inside will surely take the edge off. Just one night of passion and then never ever again. A taste is all she needs to keep herself under control, so how about it, bunny?
I don't know if I'll ever get around to posting the whole thing... I'm about twelve chapters in and I want to make sure I know where it's going, but this part was just too funny not to share, so here's an out-of-context scene:
“You need to learn this,” Boromir said, swinging from above again, starting the pattern over, “I could have struck your side, you left it wide open— if you wish to survive—” another hit— “you at least need to know how to defend yourself!”
Josephine ducked out of the way of a blow aimed straight at her head.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?!”
“You keep letting me back you into a corner,” he said, “If you had been in a fight with a real enemy, they would have skewered you through your shoulder and pinned you between those bricks.”
That was certainly the most creative death Boromir had described for her during today’s training session. In the last twenty minutes, she’d been beheaded four times, disemboweled three times, impaled six or seven, had her throat slit, her heart pierced, and her lungs run through twice.
Fandom: The R/ings of P/ower
Pairing: E/lrond P/eredhel, D/urin IV. - friendship for now
Summary: D/urin has never met an Elf before. And now - after getting saved from a bunch of hills trolls - he's locked in a dusty house with one. A strange one, mind you, as the Elf, E/lrond, won't stop with his strange, annoying noises, which are unfamiliar to D/urin.
Durin has never met an Elf before. He, like every other Dwarf, was told stories about Elves being weird and interesting, creatures others should not interact with because they didn’t interact with others either. All his life, Durin thought Elves were distant and thought more about themself than they should have.
Probably this was the case for some of them, but as Durin was watching the - not even that tall - Elf standing in front of him, smiling at him with concern in his eyes, the Dwarf prince could hardly believe anything that he heard from his father was true. This particular Elf looked so much more different than Durin imagined - not like he didn’t look pretty. Still, Durin always thought Elves were ethereal beauties, with glowing eyes, sharp, pointy ears, and judgemental stares.
“Are you okay?” Asked the Elf quietly. His voice was just like his face - pretty, but a little bit rough, like his throat was hurting, or like someone who didn’t speak for a long time. “You just keep staring at me like you have never seen an Elf before.” Said the stranger.
Durin almost laughed, but he didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at the Elf. The stranger had curly, dark brown, nearly black hair, eyes that looked like the most beautiful gray orb, and a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks were a little flushed like he was embarrassed, but Durin didn’t really blame him - after all, he kept staring at his slim form half hidden by his dark turquoise-gold cloak.
“You’re welcome,” said the Elf finally after a quiet cough, which made Durin shake himself to look at the stranger.
“What do ya mean you’re welcome?” Asked Durin, then looked behind himself, where lay three dead trolls. Oh, yeah, he was so busy staring at the Elf that he almost forgot about how they met… “Ya didn’t save me, I was handling the situation perfectly” added the Dwarf, and the Elf laughed.
“Of course, I can see that” smiled the stranger. “My name is Elrond” He offered, still smiling.
Durin was close to telling him to leave him alone, to go to hell or something, but the Dwarf couldn’t help himself, and also flashed a quick smile towards the Elf - Elrond, as he called himself.
“Durin,” He said.
***
It was quiet. Durin was sitting next to the fireplace that Elrond successfully got working, and stared out of the window. After their quick introduction, the Elf offered Durin a shelter next to the woods. According to Elrond, it was once built by humans, but now Elves use it sometimes when it is needed.
“We don’t really come here, so it’s quite… dusty” added Elrond. He was watching Durin from next to the fireplace. The rain was still hitting against the window, and the dark was sometimes broken by lighting that followed the occasional thunder. It was a huge storm outside.
“Aye” nodded Durin, looking around. He was still hesitant about talking to the Elf, after all, he didn’t even know him. But he looked kind. Nice, even. “Dwarves don't really care about dir…”
“He’gnxt”
Durin froze, then turned around to look at Elrond. For a moment he was confused and reached for his axe hearing the unfamiliar noise, something he had never heard before. But it came from Elrond, undoubtedly, because as Durin looked at him, he repeated the same strange noise. This time, it sounded a little bit different.
“Heh… he’gnxts”
The Dwarf stared at the Elf. Elrond’s fair face looked a little confused, he was looking towards the fire, with cloudy eyes, lips half parted. His nose wriggled, like he was smelling something uncomfortable, then he took a sharp inhale, and squeezed his eyes shut. He ducked his face in his left elbow, and then…
“Heh’gnxht… h’ETSHIEW”
Durin jumped at the second sound, because while the first… well, three times the noises coming from the Elf were quiet, the fourth was quite loud, which gave a Dwarf a little scare.
“Excuse me,” said Elrond quietly, and his face was now definitely flushed from embarrassment.
“Excuse… what exactly?” asked Durin, confused, looking at the Elf. “What the hell are those… Please tell me you’re not dying or something like that” he added, raising his eyebrows.
“No, I’m merely just… he’ghnxt” he ducked again, shaking his head a little annoyed this time. “Bothered by the dust” he added, face still behind his left hand. Meanwhile, with his right, he was looking for something in his cloak, then pulled out a white cloth thing. “Heh… heh”gnxnt”ghxnt… arghh."
Well, at least Durin definitely recognized the noise of frustration, even if he still had no idea what was happening. The last two... something scared a little but Durin, because it sounded like the Elf didn't even have time to breathe between them.
Elrond threw an apologetic glance towards the Dwarf from behind his hand, then he turned, so Durin only saw his back. And then he… blew in the cloth with his… nose?
Durin shook his head. Elves were certainly… curious creatures. He just hoped that it wasn’t some magic that Elrond was doing.
“Excuse me.” Elrond turned back. His eyes were still a little cloudy and red, as well as the skin around his nose, but at least he stopped with those strange noises. “I won’t sneeze this much once I get more used to the dust, bu… but… he”gnxgt… sorry… As I said, once I get more used to the dueh… heh’TSHIEW… I give up.” Elrond shook his head, then turned around again to blow his nose into the cloth.
“Quit apologizing!” Snapped Durin, who was more frustrated about not understanding something than Elrond apologizing. “Instead, tell me what the hell are you doing, would you?” He asked, still eyeing the Elf with suspicion.
It was Elrond’s time to be confused. He turned back towards Durin, the cloth still in his hands, holding it over his nose. His eyes grew wide, and then he ducked again, but this time he was silent - his eyes squeezed shut again - like he was in pain -, and he jerked forward from some kind of force, but he didn’t give a single noise.
“Durin, you’re telling me that you have no idea what a sneeze is?” He asked, confused, tears in his eyes.
