kate mothafuckin’ wisehart: “Pacific Rim” is a proof of concept.
The more I think about Pacific Rim, the more I realize that half the stuff in there is stuff that’s never done because people say it’ll keep a movie from being successful. There’s so many tropes inverted, and it’s all done…
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she sighed. Finding a bigger tree, she stopped by it and rolled the backpack off her shoulders. “I’ve been assuming we have an actual destination — do we? Or are we just wandering and hoping to find a cave?” She rubbed at a shoulder where the strap had bitten into the muscle.
“Our destination is some semblance of a life for me,” he said bitterly, and dragged himself to the tree, leaning heavily against it.
“Honestly, what am I doing out here?” He rubbed both hands over his face until it hurt.
“Running away, I thought.” Summer brushed her hand against Loki’s arm. “I’m sorry. Is this not a good plan? You don’t want to be locked up, and I can’t blame you, and honestly I don’t know any better way to get you anywhere else. I only know a little bit of Asgard, and Earth. Midgard. I can’t get you off this world, Loki! I can’t — I’m just an empath, I’m not really going to be a lot of good to you, but I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”
She ran down after a minute, trying to figure out what else to say. “You said you’d try. I’m just trying to help.”
He caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. “You are the only thing that helps, and I forbid you to leave me,” he murmured, leaning down so their foreheads touched. He felt wildly possessive, desperate to dig out any inkling that she may feel useless to him and go. “I will run away until we find somewhere to take root, and there we will be exalted and adored, and you will not leave me.”
Loki’s sudden clasp startled Summer, but she nestled into his grip nonetheless. “I’m not going anywhere, then,” she murmured into his chest. “I won’t leave you alone. Don’t you leave me alone, okay?” The strength of his feelings was a little frightening, considering how little time they’d actually had together.
They’d only ever teased each other. How could he possibly — well, probably she was misinterpreting his feelings. Summer tipped her face up to Loki’s, hugging tight.
☑ – I want to RP
✾ – I want to RP smut
♥ – I want to RP a relationship
☄ – I want to RP an AU
❂ – I want to RP angst
merlinyouidioticservant replied to your post: I wish I was better at ge…
i have your starter saved in my drafts lovely i’m just too much of a lazy butt to work on anything i swear i’ll try to get to it over the weekend ily
I wish I believed that the reason that the best people don’t write with me is because of them, but right now I just — yeah. Bad night.
Catching his remark, Summer spluttered and snorted. “You were in a glass box, you said. That doesn’t sound like king of much. Are you counting on some kind of restoration, here? I don’t think that’s going to go over well. And, uh, I’m not going to back you on that one.”
He sighed, glaring up at the sky. At least she wasn’t one to mindlessly flatter. Still. “There’s no need to be rude, darling,” he said rather sharply. “But worry not, I’ve long since abandoned such ambitions. Asgard is a petty prize to me now.” It was as if he could hear how foolish he must sound to her, and yet he still couldn’t stop saying such things. He shoved a branch out of his way a bit too roughly. It would be a long day, that much was certain.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she sighed. Finding a bigger tree, she stopped by it and rolled the backpack off her shoulders. “I’ve been assuming we have an actual destination — do we? Or are we just wandering and hoping to find a cave?” She rubbed at a shoulder where the strap had bitten into the muscle.
“Our destination is some semblance of a life for me,” he said bitterly, and dragged himself to the tree, leaning heavily against it.
“Honestly, what am I doing out here?” He rubbed both hands over his face until it hurt.
“Running away, I thought.” Summer brushed her hand against Loki’s arm. “I’m sorry. Is this not a good plan? You don’t want to be locked up, and I can’t blame you, and honestly I don’t know any better way to get you anywhere else. I only know a little bit of Asgard, and Earth. Midgard. I can’t get you off this world, Loki! I can’t — I’m just an empath, I’m not really going to be a lot of good to you, but I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”
She ran down after a minute, trying to figure out what else to say. “You said you’d try. I’m just trying to help.”
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
Putting her hands on her knees, she pushed herself upright. “This is what I do, Isiah. I help people. If they allow me to.” Fingering a tangle in her hair, Summer went on, “Let me take you to lunch, and tell me /everything/.”
Isiah, figuring it couldn’t hurt, nodded and agreed, but planned to pay for his own lunch.
“Alright,” he agreed verbally before carefully shifting so his feet were both on the floor and grabbed his cane to stand, biting back a groan at the pain that welled up from his worse knee at the movement.
“I can make that stop,” Summer said quietly, watching his struggle. “Whatever it is that causes the pain will still be there, but I can make the pain stop.” She turned away, fishing on the nightstand for her hair clips, and wound the knee-length mane up into a tidy bun, hiding all the tangles in the twists of hair and pinning it firmly.
coulsonphilcoulson replied to your post: I wish I was better at ge…
i’m down for playing…we’ve never had a thread with this character and phil before, that’s all. we were doing it strictly through asks…
I know your Phil … oh, hell, how do I even put this. I’m not looking for a sexual or romantic relationship thread, but I would like to have some threads where the guy she’s talking to isn’t strictly gay, and your Phil is pretty wrapped up in Tony, or Steve, or Clint, or basically anyone that’s canon and male.
Ignore me, I don’t make sense.
Summer barely paid attention to where her feet were going, too absorbed in looking around at all the differences between Asgardian forests and the forests at home. Superficially, everything seemed the same — tall trees, green leaves, small animals and insects. But the greens were different, sometimes, and the leaves were shaped strangely, tree bark rougher or smoother, seeds or flowers more vibrant. She stopped for a moment to put her hand on the bole of a narrow sapling with pale bark, similar to a birch but somehow more silvery, with a soft smile.
He watched her for a moment too long perhaps, then continued. As he turned, a particularly thorny branch snapped him in the face.
“And to think, not long ago I was a king,” he muttered dramatically.
Catching his remark, Summer spluttered and snorted. “You were in a glass box, you said. That doesn’t sound like king of much. Are you counting on some kind of restoration, here? I don’t think that’s going to go over well. And, uh, I’m not going to back you on that one.”
He sighed, glaring up at the sky. At least she wasn’t one to mindlessly flatter. Still. “There’s no need to be rude, darling,” he said rather sharply. “But worry not, I’ve long since abandoned such ambitions. Asgard is a petty prize to me now.” It was as if he could hear how foolish he must sound to her, and yet he still couldn’t stop saying such things. He shoved a branch out of his way a bit too roughly. It would be a long day, that much was certain.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she sighed. Finding a bigger tree, she stopped by it and rolled the backpack off her shoulders. “I’ve been assuming we have an actual destination — do we? Or are we just wandering and hoping to find a cave?” She rubbed at a shoulder where the strap had bitten into the muscle.
