#badfiction

This is probably the most ambitious fic I've written. I've been itching to explore an alternate timeline where the two heal in a decidedly different manner than what occurs in the game.

(This is more or less going to be the fanfiction equivalent of forcing two characters in a t-shirt to hug it out.)

Edit: Check out the first chapter below. :^]

Killing Time in the Airport

Ronan was a generous lover in more ways than one. As evidenced by his new ship the Dark Aster. Loki had never received such a present. Not in all his years of being a royal prince of Asguard.

The Lauren truly was a beautiful ship. Large, spacious, well armored, and stocked with a full arsenal it was all his to do with as he saw fit. And if he decided on wall panels of ornately crafted precious metals painted with semi precious stones ground down and used as pigment and encrusted with precious stones harvested from the unfortunate planets that had been searched by Ronan. Well his walls were beautiful. As were his pearl encrusted chandeliers. Though all these luxuries made his floor see quite bare. Perhaps the next planet would have some nice trees to make some parqueted flooring made with... He'd have to find some way to source rugs. Good rugs were hard to find. They were unexpectedly scarce outside the nine realms. A soft snore beside him caused him to wander in his thoughts. He'd never had a more selfless lover. Ronan lay beside him taking a well deserved rest. Ronan had spent the better part of the last few hours worshipping his body. Loki watched his chest movements. The gentle rise and fall of sleep hypnotizing; Lokis eyelids began to waver.

When Loki awoke the room was dim and smelled of breakfast tea.

Ronan was seated at a small table by the window facing him. Stars moved past, peaking out from behind the curtains. A small feast laid out before him. A fine assortment of dishes, thick slices of fried meat with sauce both sweet and savory, a light soup that was mainly broth with leafy greens served chilled, a dish trapped somewhere between both cake and porridge, as well as a few new ones he didn't recognize. "I thought the smell of breakfast might wake you from your eternal slumber". Ronan teases.

Loki stretches out, yawning in a large breath of air. "What is the time"?

"Not late," Ronan says "We've enough time for breakfast". Loki rises from the bed not bothering to cover himself, he closes the distance between Ronan and himself and presses their lips together in a kiss.

Loki seats himself beside Ronan, halfway in his lap. Ronan raises a piece of fruit to his lips and loki bites down on it. sucking the juices from Ronans fingers as her does so.

"You like that my Pet"? Ronan said gazing down at him.

"MmmHmm" Loki answered, reaching for a slice of meat only to find himself being offered another piece from Ronans plate. "That's a bit too salty" Loki replied, reaching for his cup of tea and washing it from his mouth.

"I see" replied Ronan, rising from the table.

that chill

Did this in about 5 minutes.

Felt inspired by senior pacman recently and I really wanted to test out my sweet new blue yeti. I'm pretty terrible at sight-reading so I made a lot of errors, plus my kitty was meowing in the background HE'S SUCH A COOTIE.

Chapter to the rose of a Heroin

StarKit wock up and sunlit was in the branches. She closed her eyes againstill tired. Butter mom wouldn't let her sleep not today. "Sweet its time to get up" said Dawnsparkle; her eys shinning. "Today is important today."  "What is it Mom" said StarKit awake right away. Then the she cat rememembered what today was. "Ohmigosh its my serimony today!" she squelled excercisedly. Today was the day she wan an apprentice! She flicked outside not even waiting for her Mom. But her Mom cot up quick. "Sweety you know the clans don't  except cat slike use sometimes" She said. StarKit glared. She didn't lake beig told that. Just because her Mom was a usedto be Shadowclan cat and her dad was jayFeather the medicine Cat didn't mean she ws different! "StarPaw come here." Said FireStar from the leg. He jumped down. "StarKit it s tome for you to become an apentice: he said. "Your a strong brave cat and because of that I will mentor with you." Ever body gasped. StarKit did too. Se herd hear mother say "Wow!". Firehert liked her shoulder. He whispered in her ear "youll be the best their ever was StarPaw I know ti." Suprised she walked away when they were done howling for her./ Then she went ofer to JayFeathern and DawnSparkle who were very prod. "Daughetr where very happy but he have to say something said Jayfeather his chest puffed ouit. "You see there is this prophcy Starcaln gave me it said that out of the darkness, stars will come and get rid of the evil tiger and holly." StarPaw gasped. What does it mean?

Recently stumbled upon this bad fiction competition by http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/ where one has to write an intro to a novel as cliched as "it was dark and stormy night" (attributed to the author Edward Bulwer-Lytton, hence the name of the competition).

Hence, getting high and inspired at the same time here is my attempt at writing a short bad narration.

It was a dark and stormy sight I could see from my shell. There has been a lot of hustle and bustle lately. The whole field looked like as if death had been dancing there. Bodies over bodies of my fellow protozoans lay dead as the army of antidotes kept coming and coming. My host landlord cell had already told me of this. He has seen these fights enough in his whole 30 human-days life cycle to predict when the next wave is coming. It is ironic that this cells with life cycle much lesser than mine has already seen 7 generations of my brothers and sisters getting wiped out. Those antidotes are mercenaries, they don't distinguish between a warrior and a civilian. A lady feeding her child is as dangerous to them as a enemy soldier sprinting with its weapon. But it hardly matters anyways, we , protozoans, don't have any biological distinction of male and female. We developed these concepts on our own in order to build a society with defined roles for one. A protozoa has to ,by mandate, act like a woman for 5 human-days. I guess, the role itself marks a shift in behavior of them as many of them start beautification and engulf themselves in thoughts of prince charming, though they mate every day with different male of the kind, they still live in their fantasy of that one prince. I guess, coming back to male form breaks this notion when the death stares at you right in the eyeballs.

The ground has already started shaking, the next wave is coming. I must prepare myself one last time. No paracetamol-shit can decide the end of life, but me. War, here I come!