flvffs asked: please, tell us more about your horsemen of the apocalypse.
*maniacal laughter*
You have made a BAD MISTAKE, my buddy, my guy, because now here are 1600 words about this novel. More stuff is here in the tag.
Right, so, remember how I write novels when I’m
pissed off about stuff? Like…I got pissed off about the lack of happy
F/F ships with superpowers and wrote a novel about that. And I was pissed
off about misuse of all-powerful sorcerers (Merlin, I am cranky about the show
Merlin), and I wrote a novel about that. And I was pissed off about use
of psychic powers and Antichrists and Apocalypses (*glowers at SPN*) and I
wrote Falls the Shadow, this novel. Kind of by accident. Like.
I meant to write a fifteen, maybe twenty, page thing playing with the
idea of a character who had visions of the Apocalypse. Smash cut to eighteen
months and 250K words later…
So yeah. The basic premise of this novel
is that Sam Lightworth and her older brother Oz have been the best hunters in
the country since they were kids, until it came to light during a hunt when she
was fifteen that Sam has precognitive dreams. Since most hunters don’t
really have a concept of grey areas (such as a human girl with visions of the
future) Oz takes the logical solution of getting his baby sister the fuck out
of the life before someone can kill her. Cut forward a year and a half,
Sam’s been in hiding at a boarding school and, for the first time in her life,
she has something like a normal life, with a normal friend (Kit), and normal
demands on her life. She hates it. When her brother turns up, bloody and
battered and bearing news of their dad’s death, it’s the best thing that’s
happened to her all year. So she and Oz
leave, with Kit in tow. They also pick
up Michael, an old…friend who met Sam exactly once when they were both
kids. She broke his arm and he cracked
four of her ribs. Naturally that…happens. The majority of the plot rotates around Sam,
Michael, Oz, and Kit learning about their places as the Four Horsemen.
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slipknaughty:
how many followers do i need to get random asks god be nosy u little shits ask me about my personal life this is fucking boring getting nothing
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buckyrhodey:
anyways yall let me know when Netflix Original ™ Marvel’s Claire Temple is going to premiere thanks
ACTUALLY THOUGH
Okay, but every episode should have a different cameo, right? Like, Claire is trying to Handle Some Shit, and while she’s trying to do that, she has Matt on her balcony with a stab wound that made it through the suit, Jessica at her door with a bullet graze and a sour expression, Luke on the street corner with a guy who has three broken ribs, Frank on the roof with a major concussion, Danny with pepper spray in his eyes, and, at one point, she runs through town escaping the latest Avengers v. Whoever situation and finds Captain Goddamn America trying to set his own broken arm.
And then in the second-to-last episode, the Big Bad dares her to find help, and Claire’s like *grim smile* “I know a guy.” Cut to black. Final episode cold opens to everyone having to Get Along because Claire called them all. The Big Bad goes down like a fucking ton of bricks under the combined might of every vigilante NYC has to offer.
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imagineyouroc:
(inspired by those “spoil the ending of your favorite game/movie/book but with no context” posts)
arrggg me matey
She never gets cured
It’s like Lord of the Flies but a planet and she has a gun.
Learning the power of trust and friendship while becoming a werewolf
Learns to embrace traumatic history while adopting twenty children
5 dead. One missing.
A ghost turns him into a vegetable.
Being Bi turns out to suck quite a lot.
a child soldier with trust issues turns into a hero with slightly fewer trust issues
dead gays blow up the multiverse
Sometimes spite IS the way to save the world.
"Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times, it’s the author’s kink."
—
ancient proverb (via
emir-dynamite
)
Hahahaha. This is so true. You really learn a lot about yourself when you read your smutty scenes back-to-back.
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Right, so I wrote this a while back for @twistedangelsays‘ birthday in May, and then she asked me today to post some F/F smut after I posted this ExR smut earlier today. Max is the main character from this novel and Lessa is her girlfriend, details are included in the tag.
Lessa laughed giddily as Mercury
squad spilled through the door, all of us bursting with the adrenaline
rush. The mission had been declared a
wash while we were in the field, but we’d still had a closer brush with gunfire
than I liked.
“All right, everyone,” I said. “Debrief with the marshal or Beck at some
point in the next couple of hours. Sorry
to have dragged you out for nothing.”
“Ah, don’t worry so much, piti bòs, it was fun,” Elijah said, eyes dancing as he hooked an arm
around Miles’ shoulders and cuffed him cheerily up the back of the head. Miles looked offended, one hand still pressed
to a sluggishly bleeding graze to his bicep.
“C’mon, Four, let’s go get that arm looked at. Maybe Janey will meet us there.” Miles
allowed himself to be dragged away without much of a fuss and Zara grinned
fondly after them.
“Mm,” she said. “I’m going to go eat something, do a quick
debrief, and then see if I can round up my boys and fuck them through the
floor. Y’all have a nice night.”
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