just a writing thing

he’s drunk and stumbly and his lips taste sharp like a lick of blue-raspberry vodka, but he’s soft and safe in even’s arms. warm. sleepy.

he’s a spoonful of melting sugar in even’s mouth.

“why’re we..” isak puffs out a tiger yawn, nuzzles even’s neck softly, where he’s tucked snug in against it. “… dancin’? m’tired. bed.”

even’s smile feels like a bundle of flowers blooming behind his ribs. he dusts a kiss to the top of isak’s head among his curls. breathes him in. says, so quiet in the blanket of moonlight-speckled dark of isak’s bedroom, “i like holding you, this close.”

isak’s laughter hiccups out of him, curls like smoke around even’s ear.

“you can hold me in bed?”

even can hear the smile twitching on isak’s lips - he’s pressing it flat, dipping his chin and brushing his pink, blushing cheek off even’s shoulder to hide it, but even knows.

“in a minute,” he whispers. “i just wanna hold you, like this.”

he’s waltzing them so, so slowly in a ring on the rug on the floor. their hands are threaded together, and he draws them in closer. listens with a sparkle in his smile to the hitch and tug of isak’s breath in his lungs as he presses a kiss to each of isak’s fingers - one by one.

they flutter beneath his touch, restless, until they’ve wound themselves free to tiptoe up along even’s jaw, cupping his cheek.  

isak coaxes him into a kiss like that, eyes like spilled honey in the moonlight, and even- he just holds him even tighter.

as of recently, i’ve been obsessed and in love with the show “riverdale” and i was wondering how you guys would feel if i started writing for that fan base? please let me know! 💜

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

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Just Another Mafia AU  5


Dusk to Dawn is half way finished and should be up before the end of this week. Hope to manage a triple update to stuff to satisfy all who voted. Meanwhile, it is long past time I updated this. Enjoy and please leave feedback.

Previous Chapter 

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V. Newt.

It was a day like any other; three weeks into their engagement and their schedules had changed surprisingly little. Newt still worked at the clinic and Percival still spent all morning at the public offices handling his board members with the same carefully leashed promise of pain that had raised their conglomerate’s profile so much. From what he told Newt, he spent the afternoons with his Family, carefully managing the eradication of a family that had caused the problems that had brought the couple (his fiancé!) together. The Carlucci? No, Carlacci, that was it.

Percival had been trying to bring him in on his Family matters a little more now that what they had was almost permanent; Although Newt knew that Percival would never make him take part in things he didn’t want to do, he did explain what he was up to in broad strokes. It was sweet, Newt thought, that Percival cared so much about him feeling like an equal partner. It wasn’t necessary for he knew that Percival cherished him, but Newt had to admit that the trust involved in bringing him even a little into Percival’s world was something he valued immensely. Although Percival tried to explain his more legal conquests to him as well, that all went over Newt’s head. He never really cared for business at all, though he made an attempt to pay attention. Percival had seen straight through him though and changed the subject to a new gallery opening and did he want to go?

At their late dinner the previous day even, Percival had been complaining about how difficult the eradication of the Carlacci had been, they were only just finishing up now. A few splinter factions had managed to hide themselves well, Percival had grumbled; and Newt, unable to countenance the frustration on Percival’s face, slid down into his lap to make him forget all those worries for a moment. Or maybe more like ten moments, Newt smiled smugly at the memory.

But perhaps the best part of last night was that they both had decided to take the afternoon off to go hiking in the countryside today. They hadn’t really had time for daytime events since they had got engaged (and Newt’s mind still thrilled with a warm sharp joy whenever he thought about it, whenever he considered that Percival loved him! Percival wanted to marry him!). He was just finishing up inventory for the morning when he heard the tinkle of the doorchime. A smile spread across his face. There was no shouts from the guards that Percival insisted on, which meant that Percival was early! And really, he had told the silly man he would meet him at the manor, coming to pick him up was utterly unnecessary.

He called a delighted “Just a minute love.” as he cleared the last box away. Quickly adjusting his shirt, he stepped into the front room and turned face to face with a the barrel of a gun. Flicking his eyes around the room he couldn’t help but flinch at the blood spay against the glass of his front window, the slumped bodies on the floor in front of it. His hands shook slightly as he jammed them in the pockets of his white coat to hide the fine tremor running through them. He stepped up to the counter, letting a cool mask slide over his features and straighten his back.

“So. What can I do for you gentlemen?” He stalled, surreptitiously pulling a scrap of paper out of his pocket as he gave a tight smile at them, eyes shifting between the three large men and lone female in the room.

“You personally? Nothing. But I am afraid you will have to come with us, Mister Scamander.” Well, shit. He quickly scrabbled for the pen he kept by the counter, keeping his arm movements minimal.

“Really? Why is that?” There it was!

“I think you have a good idea as to why. Now I suggest you come with us, with no fuss please. We need you alive, not unharmed.” The goon with the gun to his head (ohgodhewasgoingtodie-) gestured and he raised his hands, stepping slowly and carefully around the desk. The second man patted him down, removing his wallet, phone, keys, belt and even his wedding ring, throwing it in a pile on the floor. Newt was so preoccupied with where his belongings were going that he didn’t notice the butt of the gun that the woman slammed into his skull until he crumpled to the floor, senseless.

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There were fingers on his cheek. Why was- oh shit. Newt tried to sit upright but a sharp bolt of pain in his skull thoroughly distracted him and he collapsed back down again. Once it reduced to a dull throb he tried to crack his eyes open, taking in through somewhat spinning vision a neutral toned bedroom and a small child. No, two small children. What?

He blinked again. His view solidified somewhat. No there were definitely two kids in here. One, a little brunette girl, was about a foot away from him, she must have been the one who poked him awake. She only looked about five or six and was looking at him with huge black eyes and a trembling bottom lip. Newt did his best to smile back at her. The other was a slightly older child, he supposed, or certainly was taller anyway. Perhaps he was ten or thereabouts? He was curled up in a ball in the corner, regarding him with solemn dark eyes.

Jesus, Newt thought. It was fairly obvious that his kidnappers had taken him for his relationship with one of the richest men in America, and he at least was an adult. But there were just kids. Terrified kids.

“Hey,” he called out, slowly levering himself up onto one elbow, “My name is Newt.” Finally managing to prop himself up, he very slowly pulled in his legs and crouched down to the little girl’s level, keeping eye contact. “What’s your name?”

The girl just looked at him, seeming to search for something in his eyes. Another voice cut in. “She doesn’t speak.” Newt flicked a gaze at the boy in the corner. “Or she hasn’t, so far.” The boy seemed to drift off a little at the end, hiding his head back in his arms.

“I see. That’s quite alright.” And very telling, he considered. The wording…'so far’ indicated they hadn’t been there very long at all. And they didn’t look physically harmed in any way, which meant they too were hostages. Or perhaps that their kidnappers had some kind of morality left, enough not to hurt kids.

“Might I have your name?” Newt asked the child, who looked back up at him, quietly assessing before he gave a offered a quiet “David.”

“It is good to meet you then David. Is it alright if I come and sit with you?” A pause, and a tiny nod. He turned back to the little girl, still looking at him. She gave a small smile back at him, her jaw firming up a bit. Wobbling, Newt pulled himself to his feet and offered her his hand, gently pulling her over to sit down with him near David.

“Is it alright if I give you a hug David.” He asked quietly, keeping his voice calm and level. Another nod later and he tugged the scared boy into his side, letting him curl into his shoulder as the girl pressed herself under his arm and into his other side. They sat like that for who knows how long, there were no clocks in the room to tell the time by. Eventually the little girl shifted upright and went through a small door that Newt had discarded as likely locked, or perhaps a washroom. The sounds following proved it to be the latter.

Shaking out his numb legs, David chose to unwrap himself from his side as well, pushing his shoulders back and chin up in a feigned confidence. He definitely had been trained in composure and staying calm, Newt thought. Perhaps he was also a Mafia target? It had to be those people Percival was hunting down, the Carlacci, that had taken him, trying to stop Percival’s rampage against them for daring to try and take New York from him. He was shaken from his thoughts by the pained, sharp inhalation from the young boy next to him as he shifted back over

“What is- where are you hurt?” Newt was calm. Totally calm. David did not need him panicking right now, and he was a fully trained doctor.

“It’s not bad.”

“I am a doctor, David, so I will be the judge of that. Let me help you.”

“I’m fine, I’m not weak, I-”

“I know. I know you are being very strong, you are very strong. But if you let me help you, I can make you stronger, make you feel better. Getting help isn’t a weakness, David.”

David looked at him, obviously suspicious, but eventually grumbled out a “My ribs on the right hurt. And I did something to my ankle, it really hurts to walk on.”

Right. Newt pushed himself to his feet and looked around the sparely decorated room, probably a bedroom of some sort once. He staggered over to the inbuilt closet where hopefully there would be- yes. He pulled several of the hangers off the rack. They were plastic and very light, but would do for this. Looking around, he frowned. No curtains since the room was windowless. No furniture really. The little girl - he really would have to give somehow work out her name or give her one - had left the bathroom. He lurched over to it, the room beginning to spin again. Opening it he grinned. That was what he had been looking for. He made a slow walk to the bathtub and with  few good tugs, ripped down the cheap shower curtain.

His kidnappers were not the smartest, it seemed. He headed back to the room, and got back down on his knees. “Now this will hurt, just a little.” he murmured. “I need to see where exactly you are hurt. Unfortunately we don’t have anything to scan you with, so we have to go with the poke it and see if it hurts. I really need you to tell me where it hurts the most, ok?”

“Ok.” David whispered back, dark skin going paler.

“Great. You are being incredibly brave for me, thank you so much.” The next ten minutes he very carefully tested the ribcage for serious damage. Thankfully, it seemed there was no flail rib and although some lower ribs were aching, David evaluated the pain as not entirely agonising. It was unlikely they were broken, and there was little he could do for bruised ribs here. That left what he was truly worried about though, the ankle. Newt gently settled the damaged foot in his lap, the little girl settling in beside him to watch Newt gently turn it left to right, testing the mobility. From the sobs when he tried to move it, the joint had a severe ligament strain if the ankle wasn’t broken and Newt was not convinced that it wasn’t.

“Alright David, thankyou. You have been wonderful and I am incredibly proud. I think that your ribs are bruised, and that you shouldn’t try to do anything too strenuous, but it is not a big issue. Your ankle I am afraid is in a worse shape. I am going to use these,” He waved a hand at the pile of cloth and plastic next to him, “to make a brace for it and then we are going to elevate it a bit to try and lessen swelling. Is that alright?”

“Yeah.” The boy said, looking very tired. “Yeah, that’s ok.”

They both watched intently as newt ripped apart the cloth, ignoring the pounding headache growing in his skull and bent the hangers until he constructed something that would hold the foot still and relatively supported until Percival arrived. And he would arrive, Newt knew. He didn’t know how long he had been out, but Percival would be missing him by now. Hopefully what he had been able to scribble would be enough to find him with.

Settling David down with his foot supported up on the wall, he took off his shirt for the boy to use as a rough pillow, hiding the remaining pieces of shower curtain within it to pad it out. As he slid it under the young man’s head, he heard a tiny voice pipe up. “Nina.” He swivelled his head around far too fast for his comfort to look down on the little girl clinging to his side still.

“Is that your name honey? Nina?” he asked her, voice hushed.

“Yeah.” She said back.

“Well Nina, it is very nice to meet you.” He looked down at the little girl in wonder. She gave him a toothy smile as she moved over to settle back down next to David, using his undamaged leg as a pillow. He sat back on his heels to look at the two for a moment. God, they shouldn’t be here. At least he had some kind of stress training from his blood family, they had to be terrified out of their minds.

He was rubbing his face in his hands when the reinforced metal door from behind him was opened and he was hauled away by the armpits, two guards dragging his flailing body across the floor. He may have gone quietly in the shop but he sure as shit wasn’t going to make it easy for them now. The last thing he saw in the room was the kids jerking upright and turning towards him, their faces silent masks of horror. Then someone slapped him over the face again and the door swung shut.

His world was a swirl of bright lights and weak struggles as he was hauled down the corridor, blood dripping from a head wound down into his eyes. Eventually, he was flung into a chair and through blurry vision he recognised some kind of chrome and glass room, maybe an office of some kind he though blearily. Squinting up Newt tried to focus on the man on the chair in front of him, old and white as he seemed to be.

“-mander?” Ah, it appeared he had been saying something. The ringing in his ears was making it hard to tell. A strong hand took his jaw and raised his face up. “Are you listening Mr Scamander?”

“Ah, no, not really.” He managed to get out. Oh dear did he say that out lou-

A scream ripped from his throat, and the guard stepped back again, Newt’s shoulder now hanging at an angle it shouldn’t be, on god oh god they had dislocated it he thought wildly, shit christ. Bile built in his mouth and when the hand on his jaw shoved him harshly back into the chair he vomited from the agony. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe- a faint voice in the distance ordered him cleaned up but he couldn’t tell, darkness encroached on his vision and everything thankfully faded away into blissful nothing.

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:)

sometimes I don’t think I can form sentences in the right order. I blame the three other languages I speak; they’re fucking up my grammar 

i got a lot to do and all (requests) but i’m really wanting like… ravus?? he’s sneaking his way into my heart, that introvert,,,, (((i ended up doing a huge rant in the tags forgive me)))

Tips on Writing Characters Without Faces

so yeah, we all know that facial expressions can tell us a lot about how a character is feeling, but what if that isn’t an option? how can you make someone emote if they don’t really have standard facial features? the answer; body language.

let’s consider how emotions are conveyed on a stage production vs movie with Sweeney Todd. First, the stage play:

Note how Todd’s entire upper body goes into his gestures, how he’s single-mindedly focused on his dreams and ideals; how his hands GRAB for each imaginary ‘man’ with these sharp, aggressive, destructive movements and how that contrasts with Mrs. Lovett’s body language; how her hands linger in the air and gravitate towards Todd even after he’s pulled away, and the slow turn she gives him. It does an excellent, though exaggerated, way of conveying their relationship (her focus is on him and making him happy, his focus is entirely on revenge)

Contrast this to the movie:

Originally posted by curiousitykilledthekat

Same lines in the song, much more subtle. Lovett’s eyes still track towards Todds, which reminds us she’s still more focused on the outside, but all of the emotion is in their faces. Were this not a close-up shot in a movie it’d be very, very hard to read their expressions.

While I do recommend you watch a few stage plays (in person near the back row if you can) to actually study body language for yourself or try out charades with your face covered with friends/watch how cosplayers or mascots emote, here’s a few shorthands to get you started (US-centric so expressions may vary on your region):

Head:

  • perfectly still - fear, intense attention, feeling under scrutiny
  • tilted up - recollection, intimidation (looking down nose at threat, aiming to appear taller)
  • tilted down - intense thought, shame (avoiding eye contact), depression/sad feelings
  • turned away - not giving person full attention, avoiding subject/conflict without being combative
  • cocker-spaniel (sideways) tilt - confusion, curiosity, amusement

Hands

  • at the forehead - fatigue (wiping away sweat), illness (checking self for fever, feeling a headache), realization/memory (a ‘well duh’ tap)
  • at the eyes - fatigue or headache (shielding eyes from light), distress (blocking out a painful view, concealing tears)
  • at the nose - disgust (a pinch at the nostrils,) irritation (rubbing at sore spot on nose from glasses wear)
  • at the mouth - nausea, surprise, repressing an emotion/stopping self from saying something
  • at the chin - contemplation, tiredness (face resting in hand)
  • rubbing back of neck - a need to relax tension, embarrassment, slight unease/desire to distract self
  • at the chest - surprise, self-protection (reaction to a wounding statement, sometimes used sarcastically), strong emotions (clutching at heart, could be good-strong or bad-strong), need for security (touching necklace/adjusting clothing to conceal more)
  • at the stomach - pain (clutching, pressing), satisfaction after a meal, protectiveness towards fetus when applicable
  • at the hip(s) - confidence, intimidation, nervousness (if grabbing for weapon)
  • at groin - concealment/unease (usually male-coded as protection of genitals), politeness (hands folded in lap)
  • on thighs - exhaustion (bent over, hands on legs supporting tired upper body)
  • formed into fists - holding back an intense emotion, preparing to fight
  • toying with something - restlessness (bored, nervous energy, craving something they can’t touch) or deliberate disrespect of property (playing with personal objects someone holds dear as an intimidation tactic)

Arms

  • at sides, relaxed - default posture
  • at sides, tense - unease, restraint (soldier at attention, person holding still to avoid being attacked), fear
  • crossed at chest - disapproval, displaying authority, unease (hugging oneself)
  • crossed at stomach - pain, intense laughter (caused by sore stomach muscles from laughing)
  • up, fingers laced behind head - confidence, relaxation
  • one arm on back of furniture - confidence, invitation for someone join them
  • general rule - the further arms are away from body, the more confident/dominant a person means to appear; exposed torso indicates that they don’t see anyone around as a threat to them

Legs

  • square with shoulders - professional, restraint, protective stance
  • wide stance, one foot a little back but planted - defensive stance, expecting to receive blows (knees may be unlocked - seen in swordplay and fencing)
  • weight on one leg - relaxed, tired, may also be leaning on something or pair with one ankle tucked behind the other
  • uneven stance - could indicate old injury
  • foot tapping/bouncing - boredom, nervous energy

Whole Body:

  • stiff and still - fear, unease, standing to attention
  • limp or pliant - relaxed, tired, pleased
  • shoulders back/head up - alert, focused, aggressive
  • shoulders forward, hunched - tired, ashamed
  • leaning towards person - interest, intimidation (looming over them), aggression (usually paired with tense arms or hands in fists,)
  • leaning away from person - relaxation, confidence, disgust (recoiling)
  • smooth/fluid movements - joy, confidence, experience
  • stiff motions - fear (reactive, fight or flight), pain (reluctance to move), anger (either fighting to keep control of emotions or lashing out), cold (conservation of heat by keeping limbs near body)
  • cracking joints/stretching - preparing for a fight, often reading as confidence in abilities
  • general rule - close contact/proximity can read as intimidation (paired with tense body - an invasion of personal space) or affection (paired with relaxaed body language, gentle movement) or passion/attraction while distance can read unease/distaste/fear/dislike.

with those in mind, let’s read this scene from Red vs Blue (a personal fav of mine for body language) featuring agent texas from season 8.

Originally posted by cryingmanlytears

So first of all, very relaxed upper body; limp arms held away from the body, which slowly come back to rest on her hips as she looks at what she’s done. Watch how her lean shifts at the end as her center of gravity shifts, and how she has to move her right leg to restabilize herself when she’s finished pushing it. This reads, in order from the start of the loop; detachment (the least amount of her body is involved in the action as possible), relaxation (smooth movements, the deliberation of those little steps backwards) and confidence (hands on hips.) We can tell a ton about this character just in this gif alone, based on her body language.

in summary! this list isn’t exhaustive, but hopefully it gives you some ideas for ways of making characters emote in fics when you can’t see their faces.

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Jongin for Esquire Korea 2017 Feb issue

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About that neck touch...

So after spending way more of my life than is probably healthy looking at and analyzing every single shot from this episode that could possibly be construed at Destiel-related, even a TINY BIT, I realized that there is one shot people seem to not discuss very much…

Now. I know what you’re saying–”but we’ve TALKED about the hand-holding!” And yes, my friends, hands touching are always worth discussing (and discussing…and discussing…), but what I want to talk about is Dean’s OTHER hand…

Now…I am a theater child. I grew up doing shows. And I know that actors tend to be touchy-feely people, even when they are just friends. It’s what they do. My friends and I had no problem treating one another like armchairs half of the time, sitting in one another’s laps, leaning our heads on each others’ shoulders. So whenever people start pointing at some of these touches as evidence of Destiel, one part of me gets very excited, while the other part says “now hang on, you and your friends totally did this same stuff and it didn’t mean anything other than that you were friends.”

But.

In this shot, Dean doesn’t JUST touch Cas’s hand, or even his back. From what I can see of this shot, he puts his hand on the lower part of Cas’s neck. Now even I, my touchy-feely-theater-person-self, would never have touched the back of a friend’s neck. That is just getting a little bit too intimate for friendship. That is not what friends do, even the most lovey ones.

That is what my boyfriend does.

Note, too, how Dean’s hand lingers on Cas’s neck (or upper back, as he does seem to slide it down slightly after the initial contact). He maintains contact until Cas breaks it to turn around, a gesture of comfort both for Cas and himself, of reminding himself that Cas is here and is really okay.

Folks, this is not the touch of someone who is just a friend, nor is it an unintentional gesture made by actors who are just doing what touchy people do. This is the gesture shared by two characters who are much, much closer than just friends. And it, even more than the hand-clasping, set my heart to fluttering :).

lena knowing kara is supergirl and saying those stupid space pick up lines just to see kara getting nervous and then blushing a lot when she realizes what’s happening

like “are you from space?” and kara going all “n-no! pfffft what are you talking about? i’m from this planet. earth! a very nice place to be from an-” and then lena finishing with “cause your ass is out of this world” and kara blushing and just saying a breathy “oh” and stammering and not knowing what to do

Imagine with me, if you will, eighth year: Draco the Gay Disaster™ sitting in a quiet place “studying” next to Harry Potter. A word, here, which means trying desperately not to stare at the gorgeous man next to him lest he get caught.  So Draco doesn’t see Harry reach his arms above his head, stretching out his poor muscles after sitting over his parchments/books…but Draco does hear Harry let a tiny moan followed by a deep sigh and Draco’s head snaps up so quickly because he felt that sound in his entire body.