#nosfugiamus

wicked sentence meme

                    The rusting metal of the fire escape flakes beneath her palms as she        shifts her weight in consideration. Forbidden territory, this crow’s nest over        looking the city that spread out and splayed out, ripe for picking and choosing         alike. This New York that politely ignored them in favor of ushering along its         residents-like-ants, middling-sized people scurrying along several stories down         below whilst street traffic trundled on and the occasional horn or voice blasted         out across the evening

                     Sif sat solid beside Clint, the two of them faux-twins in night-light:                      joined at he thigh, the hip, the shoulder, leaned against his side for                      whatever body heat he could offer; she breathed and the night air was                      like cold water straight to her lungs, clearing her head, shaking off the                      heady memories of the childhood just recounted to him. She glanced                     sidelong, distracted frown disappearing into the depths of a heartfelt                     smile.

It had all happened so fast -- Sam had been providing aerial support during a mission against magic users when it hit him. It wasn't a solid object, but rather some kind of energy that raced through his system like fire and lightning. He was barely able to prepare himself for the hard fall, and he didn't remember much after that.

And now... He had wings. Real, feathered wings that were a blend of gray, brown, and white, and Sam would have appreciated the beauty of them if they didn't belong to him. He rubbed his temples as he padded around the suite they'd allotted him for the time being, trying to fold in his wings the best he could.

✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

[ WINGS. Sam suddenly growing wings, maybe due to a magical accident or because they were fighting a magic user. And Sam and company trying to figure out what the hell to do with them and how to care for them. Bonus points if the wings are breathtakingly beautiful and super soft and everyone wants to touch them. ]

♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with

[ Hmm. Maybe Melinda May? Sam hasn't really had a real chance to interact with one, and I think it could be interesting. ]

➸: Something you like about your fandom

[ I like that there are a good number of people who are willing to call out and talk about issues like racism and sexism in the MCU and this fandom. ]

♈: An argument/topic that you could debate all day

                      "Do I have to get you dirty first if I want to get you into a bath,                                                                or can we just bathe?"

Send me a ✁ with two names and I’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

Pietro freezes, mouth half-open, eyes becoming slightly wider.

                    “I-                                                                        Cl-                                       W-                                                          I-”

Protecting Wanda is one of Pietro’s most basic instincts. It’s ingrained in him, as ingrained as the instinct to run, but Clint is his. Clint is who he shares his life with, and Clint deserves someone who thinks of him first.

It doesn’t make it any easier to choose, of course. Wanda has two children, but then, Clint has Kate, and Pietro’s Luna, and-

                                                                                        Pietro.

               ”Wanda.”

Pietro says softly. He’s not really accustomed to letting other people override the importance of his sisters’, even when his life is with those people.

Not even then.

[which show?]

*hugs* I know the feel friend, I haven't even opened my notebook (much less written anything decent) in weeks

::hugs tight:: aw man, that's awful, I feel you too :( it's such a frustrating feeling and I want to slam my head on the keyboard or something because I feel like maybe that'll get something out. xD AWFUL.

nosfugiamus replied to your post:uuuughhhh anything I try to write comes out awful...

whenever I hit a rut like that I find a particularly good piece of art and try to write about it, and it usually gets me out of it. :) good luck!