I've recently started planning a new fantasy story, a four-part series called The Dust Saga. I don't know very much yet, but I do know the names of the books. They are as follows:
1. A Girl of Dark and Dust
2. The Sword of Light and Dust
3. Gates of Iron and Dust
4. A Boy of Marsh and Dust
Okay so the articles are not set on stone yet. A, the, or without altogether; English isn't my first language and I'm going to have to think about what sounds right and doesn't victimize grammar.
Anyway, the story follows a girl named Nia, who is travelling through this fantasy land with a changing companion. She might be alone in the first book, I'm not sure yet, but in the second and third she's travelling with another girl. Her name is Nesa. In the fourth book she meets the Marsh Boy, named Bash, and travels with him through the marsh.
This is all vague planning and things might change but this is what it looks like now. I've written one excerpt from the fourth book with Nia and Bash and it's very bad, but it's a start. I don't know very much anything at all about the overall plot or even the plots of individual books, and the only thing I know about the world The Dust Saga is set in is that it is completely separate from our world - so, high fantasy coming your way.
I'll probably update my progress here on an unregular basis, and possibly also publish some actual text when I have something that isn't total rubbish. I'm sorry that there's none this time, but as stated previously, I only have one scene and I wouldn't show it to anybody.
I hope you're at least half as excited as I am!
Monday, 31 August 2015
Friday, 7 August 2015
Malec Week Fanfiction - What's on TV?
It's the last day of Malec Week, a week celebrating my possibly all-time favourite ship in literature: Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood. I have read probably dozens of fanfics written by other people and thus felt the urge to write one of my own.
Genre: fanfiction, romance
Rating: 7
Warnings: -
Summary: Project Runway. Again.
Disclaimer: The world and characters all belong to Cassandra Clare, I own nothing but the "plot" of this.
A/N: Fanfiction isn't my big thing and this was written for fun and to commemorate Malec Week somehow. It was inspired by a Malec Week tag came question, 'Who's in charge of the remote?' It's very much a drabble, since it's not very long and there's only one time I've worked on it that wasn't well past midnight, so I'm not entirely sure how it will sound to a person fully awake. Anyway, I do hope you have as much fun with it as I did! Set some-not-very-much-time after CoHF.
Dedicated to my dear friend Liberté. I had already written this fic when I found out the next day that she's a fan of Project Runway - it seemed to be fate. Here's to you, darling.
The door to the loft opened and Alec came in, wearing gear, tired but content - the day's hunt had been succesful. He heard voices from the living room and approached the couch where his boyfriend lay, staring intesively at the TV.
"Hi", said Alec and leaned in to kiss Magnus. He kissed him back half-heartedly, not removing his attention from the screen. Alec slumped on the couch and Chairman Meow jumped onto his lap.
"What are we watching?" he asked petting the cat.
"Project Runway", Magnus answered glancing at him briefly and flashing a charming smile. That, unfortunately, wasn't enough to distract Alec from the point in hand.
"Project Runway? Again?! It's like there's nothing else on that stupid machine, ever!" he complained. Magnus took his hand and squeezed it in a manner that Alec hoped to be apologetic. The show went on a couple of minutes in silence.
"Wait a minute...", Alec said then and pointed at the screen. "Is she going to be eliminated next with lots of tears and drama?"
Magnus shrugged and started to say: "I wouldn't know", but Alec cut him short.
"She is. She is! I have seen this episode. You have seen this episode! This is a rerun!"
Magnus avoided looking at Alec but a smile was playing in the corner of his mouth as Alec dashed for the remote, which was lying on the couch on the other side of Magnus. Alec changed channels; nothing happened. He tried again; still nothing. Tears and drama was about to begin when Alec turned his attention to Magnus and said, rather threateningly:
"Stop messing with the remote. I am not watching a rerun of Project Runway."
Magnus looked at him with fake surprise and said: "I'm not messing with the remote. You're just pushing the wrong buttons."
It took a while for one plus one to turn into two in Alec's head. Magnus watched, amused, how the truth dawned to his fashion-resenting boyfriend. "Is this a RECORDING?"
Now Magnus couldn't hide his smile anymore. "Why yes, darling, it is a recording."
"What - Why - How can you -!!!" Alec couldn't form a coherent sentence about why anyone would be bothered to watch Project Runway in the first place, let alone record it with the intentions of watching the same episode over and over. For Magnus, his confused frustration was adorable.
"Shh", he said, placing a finger on Alec's lips while hitting the pause button with another. "We're not watching the horrible show anymore, my love."
"But - but - why?!" Alec managed to exclaim, though sounding already more desperate than frustrated. Magnus' obvious amusement was somewhat embarrassing, as if he'd planned all this just to see Alec's (undoubtedly, in his opinion, 'endearing') reaction. Alec's blush deepend at the thought.
"Because", Magnus said, pressing a kiss on his neck, "while you're gone", another one, "I have to have something to do." He kissed Alec on the lips slowly, softly. Alec went with him, raising his hands to the warlock's black hair and then sliding them down to his cheeks, neck, shoulders, chest. However, once there, Alec gently but firmly pushed Magnus an inch or two farther.
"You are a warlock. I thought that meant you had a job of which to take care while I'm gone", he said, looking Magnus in the eye. The warlock grinned innocently.
"That's what we like everyone to think", he answered before pushing the unresisting Alec down on the couch and climbing on top of him, kissing him again, more fiercly and passionately this time. Alec's hands found their way under Magnus' shirt and Magnus proceeded to kiss all the other parts of Alec's beautiful face. With every touch of lips he got to his neck in response his smile widened. "Know", he breathed into Alec's ear, "that I'll take this over Project Runway anytime. That I will take you over anything, always."
Alec pulled Magnus' face to level with his own and smiled a little. Magnus' breath was caught in his throat with the brilliance of the blue eyes shining at him. "I do", Alec whispered.
Genre: fanfiction, romance
Rating: 7
Warnings: -
Summary: Project Runway. Again.
Disclaimer: The world and characters all belong to Cassandra Clare, I own nothing but the "plot" of this.
A/N: Fanfiction isn't my big thing and this was written for fun and to commemorate Malec Week somehow. It was inspired by a Malec Week tag came question, 'Who's in charge of the remote?' It's very much a drabble, since it's not very long and there's only one time I've worked on it that wasn't well past midnight, so I'm not entirely sure how it will sound to a person fully awake. Anyway, I do hope you have as much fun with it as I did! Set some-not-very-much-time after CoHF.
Dedicated to my dear friend Liberté. I had already written this fic when I found out the next day that she's a fan of Project Runway - it seemed to be fate. Here's to you, darling.
The door to the loft opened and Alec came in, wearing gear, tired but content - the day's hunt had been succesful. He heard voices from the living room and approached the couch where his boyfriend lay, staring intesively at the TV.
"Hi", said Alec and leaned in to kiss Magnus. He kissed him back half-heartedly, not removing his attention from the screen. Alec slumped on the couch and Chairman Meow jumped onto his lap.
"What are we watching?" he asked petting the cat.
"Project Runway", Magnus answered glancing at him briefly and flashing a charming smile. That, unfortunately, wasn't enough to distract Alec from the point in hand.
"Project Runway? Again?! It's like there's nothing else on that stupid machine, ever!" he complained. Magnus took his hand and squeezed it in a manner that Alec hoped to be apologetic. The show went on a couple of minutes in silence.
"Wait a minute...", Alec said then and pointed at the screen. "Is she going to be eliminated next with lots of tears and drama?"
Magnus shrugged and started to say: "I wouldn't know", but Alec cut him short.
"She is. She is! I have seen this episode. You have seen this episode! This is a rerun!"
Magnus avoided looking at Alec but a smile was playing in the corner of his mouth as Alec dashed for the remote, which was lying on the couch on the other side of Magnus. Alec changed channels; nothing happened. He tried again; still nothing. Tears and drama was about to begin when Alec turned his attention to Magnus and said, rather threateningly:
"Stop messing with the remote. I am not watching a rerun of Project Runway."
Magnus looked at him with fake surprise and said: "I'm not messing with the remote. You're just pushing the wrong buttons."
It took a while for one plus one to turn into two in Alec's head. Magnus watched, amused, how the truth dawned to his fashion-resenting boyfriend. "Is this a RECORDING?"
Now Magnus couldn't hide his smile anymore. "Why yes, darling, it is a recording."
"What - Why - How can you -!!!" Alec couldn't form a coherent sentence about why anyone would be bothered to watch Project Runway in the first place, let alone record it with the intentions of watching the same episode over and over. For Magnus, his confused frustration was adorable.
"Shh", he said, placing a finger on Alec's lips while hitting the pause button with another. "We're not watching the horrible show anymore, my love."
"But - but - why?!" Alec managed to exclaim, though sounding already more desperate than frustrated. Magnus' obvious amusement was somewhat embarrassing, as if he'd planned all this just to see Alec's (undoubtedly, in his opinion, 'endearing') reaction. Alec's blush deepend at the thought.
"Because", Magnus said, pressing a kiss on his neck, "while you're gone", another one, "I have to have something to do." He kissed Alec on the lips slowly, softly. Alec went with him, raising his hands to the warlock's black hair and then sliding them down to his cheeks, neck, shoulders, chest. However, once there, Alec gently but firmly pushed Magnus an inch or two farther.
"You are a warlock. I thought that meant you had a job of which to take care while I'm gone", he said, looking Magnus in the eye. The warlock grinned innocently.
"That's what we like everyone to think", he answered before pushing the unresisting Alec down on the couch and climbing on top of him, kissing him again, more fiercly and passionately this time. Alec's hands found their way under Magnus' shirt and Magnus proceeded to kiss all the other parts of Alec's beautiful face. With every touch of lips he got to his neck in response his smile widened. "Know", he breathed into Alec's ear, "that I'll take this over Project Runway anytime. That I will take you over anything, always."
Alec pulled Magnus' face to level with his own and smiled a little. Magnus' breath was caught in his throat with the brilliance of the blue eyes shining at him. "I do", Alec whispered.
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