writing-lou

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[writing-lou]

roach has an insane praise kink soapghostroach // 500 words // suggestive

Roach’s face is in the captain’s palm, a large hand holding him by the jaw and tilting his head up to make him meet MacTavish’s gaze. Roach blinks up at him with big, round eyes.

Ghost has already been put on his knees, a red handprint blooming on his cheek. His head is tilted downwards, eyes no higher than the captain’s boots.

But Roach has been good, he’s pretty sure. He hasn’t broken any rules, he’s acted nice, and he’s standing as straight as he can, his head obediently placed in MacTavish’s hand to pull him closer by. He’s looking over Roach with that stern, keen stare, like he can see right through him.

“You’ve done well, Roach, aye?”

He isn’t sure if the question is rhetorical, but he nods anyway, a quick and shallow dip of his head so not to displace MacTavish’s hand gripping his jaw. He has, he thinks. Hopes. Really, really hopes. He can’t disappoint MacTavish, he’s tried so hard, he can’t–

“Good boy, Roach.”

He sucks in a sharp gasp. Feels the words washing over him. His eyes roll back.

Roach wakes up on the floor.

The first thing he registers is something soft under his head.

His brows furrow as he blearily blinks his eyes open, squinting up at the ceiling. He’s lying down on the ground, squinting up at the two figures blotting out the light.

“Hey, Roach?” Ghost pats him on the cheek. Roach hums vaguely in response as the world comes back into focus.

Ghost is hovering over him, kneeling on one side, and MacTavish is on the other. It’s his palm that’s cradling his head, keeping it from the hard floor.

“Alright, lad?” MacTavish asks, looking unusually concerned when Roach meets his eyes. He feels himself flushing darkly – he made both of them so worried for him, and for such a stupid reason, just for fainting.

“What happened?” Ghost’s palm lands on his collarbone, thumb digging in as if trying to check for his pulse, which is beating too fast under the attention. Roach looks between them with a self-conscious laugh, though he can’t hold eye contact with either of them for any longer than a second.

“I– I really liked what you called me.”

MacTavish’s brows rise up. He shares a glance with Ghost over Roach’s body, both of them looking particularly incredulous. Roach blushes darker, his cheeks way too warm, unsure whether he’s somehow fucked this up – but MacTavish’s palm is still gently cradling his head and Ghost’s hand eases where it’s set on his chest. When MacTavish looks down to meet his eyes again, he’s somewhere between surprised and concerned.

“Are you going to faint every time I tell you that you’ve been good for me?”

Roach feels another shiver race up his spine at the words, even if it is just a question. He smiles up at him, shrugs lightly.

“I can’t promise anything, sir.”

[writing-lou]

mactavish sends riley off on a mission with a gift 09ghoap // 600 words // suggestive

Ghost has been back for exactly thirty-eight minutes before MacTavish pulls him into his office.

Thirty minutes was the debrief for the mission he just came back from. Seven minutes was to hastily clean himself up, restock, and shovel food into his mouth. MacTavish was in a hurry so he dragged Ghost into his office in only one minute.

He doesn’t take off the mask after he pushes Ghost against the door forcefully enough to leave him breathless. He still smells of smoke and gunpowder, sweat and dirt, but neither of them care as MacTavish kisses him over the mask, pressing their mouths together hard enough to feel the outline of his lips despite the fabric, harder still to feel his teeth, his tongue.

Ghost parts his lips, licks at the fabric. MacTavish can feel the heat of it, the wetness of it as their shared saliva imbues into the cotton.

It’s messy. Neither of them give a fuck. Ghost has six minutes before he has to be on the tarmac. It’ll take a minute to get there if he jogs. That leaves MacTavish with five.

He knows he was the one to sign off on the mission, but he still digs his fingers into Ghost’s hips, forces him against the door and presses their bodies together despite the sharp edges of gear between them.

Ghost tries to bite at his mouth but catches only fabric. MacTavish only feels it because he’s licking at it at the exact same time. They’re so unsynchronised. It doesn’t matter.

He can feel that Ghost’s hard against his thigh, so he positions them better, nudges his leg between Ghost’s. Tries to press his fingerprints onto his skin through layers of fabric as he guides Ghost to rut against his leg.

Ghost’s gloved hands dig into the sore spots at his collarbones, hanging on as his hips jerk forward. Out of rhythm with their uncoordinated kisses. Frantic and rabid like it hurts.

Yet he’s making such sweet sounds, small wet gasps and cut-off moans, grunts as he tries to find a better angle, though all he’s really grinding against is the seam of his trousers and the firmness of MacTavish’s thigh.

They don’t have much time left. MacTavish isn’t gonna separate just to check. Just coaxes Ghost to thrust into him at a faster pace, nudges his leg up higher to give him more friction, more pressure.

If he really runs, he can make it to the plane in thirty seconds.

MacTavish swallows all of his little whimpers. Doesn’t let his mouth go when he tilts his head up to gasp for breath. Presses his skull against the door with just his mouth. It must hurt how MacTavish is shoving his thigh up and up. It hurts how Ghost’s vest is digging into his skin. He hopes it leaves marks. He hopes he leaves marks.

Ghost’s body goes tense. His hips jolt forward against his thigh. A full body shudder runs over him, and MacTavish feels every tremble with how he’s pressed himself up against him.

He nudges his leg up harder just to pull another whine and tremble from him. Grinds his crotch against Ghost’s hip, gives him a taste.

Then pulls back and spins Ghost around to push him through the door, sends him off to his next mission.

Fifty seconds. He can make it.

Ghost arrives at the hangar with a wet spot over his mask and slight limp to his gait. No one can see his blush or the way his lips are bruised.

In eighteen hours, they’ll be gone. In eighteen hours and thirty-one minutes, they’ll be refreshed.

Ghost is counting down the seconds. Can’t forget with the little reminder sticking to the inside of his pants.

[scourgie]

pathetic loser yearns instead of doing his job

[aidenlydia]

Video Description: Pixel art animation of Captain MacTavish sitting at his desk in his cozy office, working on his computer and looking stressed. Catboy Ghost pokes his head in before entering the room and waving hello. CapTav looks up briefly but goes right back to work, so Ghost walks up to him and starts yapping to cheer him up- Soon CapTav is in a much better mood, he chuckles and then nuzzles Ghost sweetly. But Ghost hasn't had enough, after a moment he gives MacTav a proper big kiss that lasts long enough for MacTav's head to turn tomato red. Still blushing MacTav turns back to his computer while Ghost laughs at his flustered reaction.

Ik MacTav’s office wouldn’t really look like this but consider: boring and gray < whimsical and gay

Anyways this happened caus blender didn’t work out for me so well. Made a low poly Ghost model with UV map but my drawing addon kinda broke everything and idk how to fix it so I tried my hand at Asprite instead. Took me two days to draw and shade the room and another to create character sprites and animate everything hehe c: Turned out really great me thinks

[daily-prompts]

I need everyone’s best character advice. STAT.

[foresttheblep]

Know what they want, What they're scared of What/who they love What/who they're willing to sacrifice

Also their breaking point, what shit do they have to be dragged through before they give up everything just for it to stop. And if they regret it or not,

[everybodysangel]

Start with something you do understand about them and branch off from there. Personally, I find it easier to write for characters that have some aspect of my personality, amplified and then manipulated into something new or different. Or maybe we share some aspect of childhood. We don't have to be the same people, but my experiences are something I can understand and use to shape new people.

[she-who-fights-and-writes]

Knowing your characters’ limits and how to exploit them is essential for creating tension, and for writing excellent fight scenes/final battles.

Under what odds is your character able to win? What is their greatest strength?

Now take that strength away.

How do they account for that? Is it possible to still win, or is that strength all they have?

An acrobatic fighter who is shot through the leg. A knight whose trusty sword shatters. A sorceror who runs out of spells and elixers. A dragonrider whose steed is felled.

Find the limit and push past it! That’s how to raise the stakes!

[heywriters]

when expanding on a main character, it helps to develop the characters they interact with most often:

do other characters trust them, and should or shouldn't they? what do they base that trust/distrust on? how does this affect the main character if/when they find out they are [dis]trusted? who laughs at them behind their back? who is privately rooting for them? who frequently forgets they exist and who is the first to notice them when they enter a room? what would it take to change any of these opinions, and how good/bad would the effects of those changes be on the main character?

[1000storyideas]

Ambient sounds for writers

Find the right place to write your novel… 

Nature

Arctic ocean

Blizzard in village

Blizzard in pine forest

Blizzard from cave

Blizzard in road

Beach

Cave

Ocean storm

Ocean rocks with rain

River campfire

Forest in the morning

Forest at night

Forest creek

Rainforest creek

Rain on roof window

Rain on tarp tent

Rain on metal roof

Rain on window

Rain on pool

Rain on car at night

Seaside storm

Swamp at night

Sandstorm

Thunderstorm

Underwater

Wasteland

Winter creek

Winter wind

Winter wind in forest

Howling wind

Places

Barn with rain

Coffee shop

Restaurant with costumers

Restaurant with few costumers

Factory

Highway

Garden

Garden with pond and waterfall

Fireplace in log living room

Office 

Call center

Street market

Study room from victorian house with rain

Trailer with rain

Tent with rain

Jacuzzi with rain

Temple

Temple in afternoon

Server room

Fishing dock

Windmill

War

Fictional places

Chloe’s room (Life is Strange)

Blackwell dorm (Life is Strange)

Two Whales Diner (Life is Strange)

Star Wars apartment (Star Wars)

Star Wars penthouse (Star Wars)

Tatooine (Star Wars)

Coruscant with rain (Star Wars)

Yoda’s hut with rain ( Star Wars)

Luke’s home (Star Wars)

Death Star hangar (Star wars)

Blade Runner city (Blade Runner)

Askaban prison (Harry Potter)

Hogwarts library with rain (Harry Potter)

Ravenclaw tower (Harry Potter)

Hufflepuff common room (Harry Potter)

Slytherin common room (Harry Potter)

Gryffindor common room (Harry Potter)

Hagrid’s hut (Harry Potter)

Hobbit-hole house (The Hobbit)

Diamond City (Fallout 4)

Cloud City beach (Bioshock)

Founding Fathers Garden (Bioshock)

Things

Dishwasher

Washing machine

Fireplace

Transportation

Boat engine room

Cruising boat

Train ride

Train ride in the rain

Train station

Plane trip

Private jet cabin

Airplane cabin

Airport lobby

First class jet

Sailboat

Submarine

Historical

Fireplace in medieval tavern

Medieval town

Medieval docks

Medieval city

Pirate ship in tropical port

Ship on rough sea

Ship cabin

Ship sleeping quarter

Titanic first class dining room

Old west saloon

Sci-fi

Spaceship bedroom

Space station

Cyberpunk tearoom

Cyberpunk street with rain

Futuristic server room

Futuristic apartment with typing

Futuristic rooftop garden 

Steampunk balcony rain

Post-apocalyptic

Harbor with rain

City with rain

City ruins turned swamp

Rusty sewers

Train station

Lighthouse

Horror

Haunted mansion

Haunted road to tavern

Halloween

Stormy night

Asylum

Creepy forest

Cornfield

World

New York

Paris

Paris bistro

Tokyo street

Chinese hotel lobby

Asian street at nightfall

Asian night market

Cantonese restaurant

Coffee shop in Japan

Coffee shop in Paris

Coffee shop in Korea

British library

Trips, rides and walkings

Trondheim - Bodø

Amsterdam - Brussels

Glasgow - Edinburgh

Oxford - Marylebone

Seoul - Busan

Gangneung - Yeongju

Hiroshima

Tokyo metro

Osaka - Kyoto

Osaka - Kobe

London

São Paulo

Seoul

Tokyo

Bangkok

Ho Chi Minh (Saigon)

Alps

New York

Hong Kong

Taipei

[guysimbeingfollowed]

Beautiful

[queerenbian-deactivated20190515]

@icanneverbesatisfied @maybe-mikala I HAVE FOUND THE ULTIMATE RESOURCE

[icanneverbesatisfied]

I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

[queerenbian-deactivated20190515]

HONESTLY I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW

[sketchbookthingz-deactivated201]

omg @luvmesumsherlock

[iwearapentagrambtch]

This helps if you’re drawing too!

[kaijutegu]

Reblogging for reference!

[heywriters]

For some of these the videos have been taken down or are unavailable, but many still work fine.

[aidenlydia]

More pixel art + my first draft that didn’t have enough detail

[shrucelium]

Doodles, since i miss him and been busy with artfight among other things. Also please ignore how 👎 my anatomy is, i didn’t use a reference

[ceejoules]

not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing

[lady-grace-pens]

letting my stories spin around my head like a microwave

[heywriters]

they're starting to dry out

[thevibraniumvoid]

Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME

[landshark1339]

Wish that bitch would update though.

[musingsfromwritings]

found a new hyperfixation to avoid writing for five days

[musingsfromwritings]

you can tell which character is the author’s favourite by who suffers the most