Smått & Gott

i denna tråden kommer jag lägga upp små saker, exempelvis dikter eller enstaka scener som jag har skapat i mitt huvud.
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Lights flash -
Red, blue, green, yellow, and purple.
Purple – the color of the soul –
Blue from pain and sorrow,
Red from experience and love –
All mixed into a violet time.
Violet tainted by the black liquid
poored down in hopes of numbness.
Others are blinding,
all with white and yellow sipping out.
Forced in the shadows
And the numbness wins.
Black reaches violet -
And time is no more.

Jag bevakar! Ser fram emot att få läsa lite från dig igen ^.^

det här är en del i en ny berättelse jag håller på att skriva. även om den här biten är på engelska, så har jag ännu inte bestämt mig om det ska skrivas på svenska eller engelska. menmen. här får ni ett litet utdrag ur War Zone.

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A father falls to his knees and a mother starts to cry. Two loud screams of pain echo around the camp. The man dressed in blue walks away, and discretely wipes his eyes.
Chad watches the man walk past him before turning his eyes to the man and woman. The woman's face is pink, probably because of lack of oxygen from the crying. Her blonde hair is falling over her face in stripes, like dirty rags. A shaky hand reaches for her husband. He does not react. He stares into space, and his face was whiter than ever. He twitch as the woman lays a hand on his bald head, and after a few seconds he pulls his wife close.
”Losing a child is something a parent never should have to go through.”
Chad tears his eyes off the couple and turns toward his mother. Her blue eyes are filled with tears, but not one has fallen down her cheek. Chad offers half a smile, and gets one back.
”Chad! Look what I found!” The voice of a small boy makes Chad jump. The kid that insists on being called Bolt rushes towards him, aggressively waving an action doll in Chad's general direction. ”Look!” the kid says again once he reached Chad.
”Cool find, Herbert.” Chad answers after being lightly smacked in the face with the doll. He cannot help but to grin as he sees Herbert's angry face.
”I told you, it's Bolt.” It only takes a short second before Herbert is back to his happy self, and he bounces off to find someone else to show the doll to.

Det här verkar lovande! Jag tror att du kan bygga upp en fängslande miljö och känsla kring den här storyn. Bara denna lilla bit var tillräckligt för att jag skulle bli nyfiken. Här finns många möjligheter indeed!

Får man komma med lite konstruktiv respons?
Jag tror det skulle låta "snärtigare" om du skrev: "Her blue eyes are filled with tears, but not one (eller none) has fallen."
Man kan ofta gå igenom sin text och se vad man kan stryka för att göra meningarna kraftfullare. :3
Sedan, för att dra ut på det här ännu mer, kan jag säga att du inte behöver skriva ut att han vill kallas Bolt. Det förstår läsaren när han svarar "I told you, it's Bolt!" ^.^

Om du inte vill ha så här mycket respons så säg till, annars kommer jag kötta på framöver. xD

dom är väldigt bra!

so this is a supernatural au, and it is with dean and deaf!castiel. hope you enjoy! (the first part is from 2014, and the second part is from 2016)
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This was probably Castiel's favorite thing to do. Ever.
He was laying besides Dean, with their legs all intertwined, and with his head resting on Dean's upper arm. It was silent, as it always was for Castiel. He was deaf, yes, but it didn't matter to him. Of course, he would love to hear Dean's voice just once. It almost made him desperate nowadays. It started when he found Dean sitting in his living room with his guitar, and his lips were softly moving. It was then Castiel had lost it.

He felt Dean's fingers move against his back.
What's wrong?
Nothing, Castiel signed back on Dean's chest.
Why do you keep lying to me? Did I do something?
Castiel could feel Dean's anxiousness. Even after they've said they loved each other, Dean wouldn't truly believe it.
Of course not. It is more of a personal issue.
Then tell me. You know I'm here for you, right?
Castiel sighed. He nodded, it was obvious that they would never leave each other.
I'm just... moody, I guess.
Castiel cast a glance on Dean's face, which was clearly confused.
What's wrong? And don't you dare say nothing.
Castiel shrugged. He just moved his finger on Dean's chest, but when Dean slightly nudged him he started to form his fingers to signs.
I know you sing, and I am rather upset that I will never hear you. Your voice when you talk about your work, your brother, when you sing, or when you say you love me. It's just upsetting for me, I guess.
Castiel didn't look at Dean. He didn't want to face it.
So when Dean moved Castiel's hand upwards, he resisted the urge to glance up. When his hand was put down on Dean's throat, Castiel frowned. Why would he-
He could feel it. Not just feel it, but feel it. He felt the vibrations of Dean's voice, but it didn't feel like him talking, it was more of a... melody to it? Castiel got tears in his eyes when Dean signed the words he sang, so Castiel would truly understand it. And oh, how beautiful it was.
It was not as hearing Dean singing, but it was close enough. At least until science would find a way to make it possible.
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Castiel's lip was bleeding. He didn't notice it at first, it was only until the taste made him slightly nauseous. It didn't help that Dean looked at him with worry written all over his face. Castiel offered a smile, but it obviously didn't work since Dean didn't react.
Castiel hated hospitals. It was not only because he had lost his whole family inside the white walls, but he could almost feel everybody else's pain as well. He was always cold in hospitals. It was like death was lingering around him, waiting for him to fall to his knees. He hated it.
This way, Mr. Novak.
Castiel looked at the woman in the light blue scrubs. She had stopped right outside a door, and made a gesture for him and his company to enter the room. Dean, seeing how anxious Castiel was, placed a helping hand on Castiel's back and lead him into the room.
Now, I know you must feel very nervous and excited, and I want you to know that it is completely normal to be overwhelmed by the sounds and everybody's voices. Do you understand? the woman signed. Castiel nodded. He could feel that Dean was restless. Castiel however, he felt nothing but worry. What if it didn't work? He would break into a million pieces. He forced himself to pay attention to everything the woman said.

Ready?
Absolutely not. But Castiel nodded anyway. At first, it was completely silent.
”Can you hear me talking?”
Castiel jumped. What the hell. He just stared at the woman.
”Is it too loud?” She signed as she spoke, to make it easier for Castiel to understand.
Castiel twitched at the sound and nodded. The woman turned one of the many dials in front of her.
”How about now?”
Still very loud, but I can deal with it.
”It will seem very loud at first, but you will get used to it. And if it still is too loud after a few weeks, we can do some modifications.”
And that continued for a while. The woman turned a few dials and pushed a few buttons to... well, Castiel did not really know what it all changed. But the sounds were getting less and less harsh. During this time, Castiel glanced over at Dean. He noticed Castiel's look and gave him a wink before blowing him a kiss. Castiel laughed slightly and froze at the sound.
”That's your laugh.” the woman said. When Castiel turned to face her, she signed the words. Castiel pointed at his chest.
”Yes, your laugh.” the woman answered with a smile. Castiel smiled back. It was a very weird sound, but it made him even happier. He laughed again, just to hear it once more.
”Okay, now I want you to try to speak.” the woman continued.

Castiel had tried to speak, but he kept getting confused by his own voice. It was dark and gravely, and he had a hard time to produce letters since he had never spoken before. But he was making progress. The woman had him pronounce the letters of the alphabet and a few helpful phrases.
”Okay, let's try to say your name. Then I think we are done. Cas-ti-el.”
”Cass-i-el.”
”Almost. Once more. Cas-ti-el.”
”Cass-ti-el.”
”Very good!”
Castiel smiled. He turned to Dean.
”'Ello, Dean.” he said. The 'h' was still hard for him. But Dean didn't seem to care. He just grinned, and a few tears fell down his face. Castiel reached out a hand, and Dean grabbed it. Castiel frowned slightly when it seemed as if Dean was convincing himself to do something. After a few short beats, he looked deep into Castiel's eyes and breathed in.
”I love you, Castiel.”
Castiel collapsed. The tears started to flood, and his whole body started shaking. Dean pulled Castiel in his arms, and Castiel pressed his palms into Dean's chest.

It took a while before Castiel could leave the hospital, but eventually he got up from his chair. He offered genuine thanks to the woman, who just smiled and said it was her job. During the car trip to Dean's place, Castiel made Dean speak. He didn't care what was being said, he just wanted to hear his voice. Castiel just closed his eyes and smiled the whole way. He almost fell asleep, but forced himself to stay awake. All the sounds made him exhausted, but he was damned if he fell asleep and missed one second of hearing Dean speak. When they arrived at Dean's apartment, Castiel led him to the bed. They lay down just like they used to. Their legs all intertwined, and Castiel resting his head on Dean's upper arm. Castiel closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.
I never thought I would get to hear you say that you loved me. I never thought I would hear you say my name.
Dean didn't respond at first. Castiel almost got worried, but he then felt Dean take a deep breath.
”When I wake up... Yeah, I know I'm going to be...”
Castiel's eyes shot open. Dean was singing. Dean was singing. And it was extremely beautiful.
”I'm going to be that man who wakes up next to you. When I go out... Yeah, I know I'm going to be... I'm going to be that man who goes along with you.”

They spent the rest of the day in bed, with their legs intertwined, Castiel's eyes wide open and grasping after every word that left Dean's mouth, and Dean sang every sappy love song he could think of.

Riktigt fint skrivet och en underbar handling! Fluff! ♥

taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack darling!
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Shit went to hell on what was supposed to be an easy hunt. One werewolf-wannabe put some fire under their butts.

okay so i just wanted to write something that is basically the ending of lethal weapon 2, but destiel-style. sooooooooooooooooooooo this idea is basically not mine. i just changed a few things, but it's basically like the ending. i love it anyway tho. hope you do too.
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No. No.
This was not happening. Castiel ran, gun in hand. It was supposed to have been easy. They were supposed to just be in and out, just like always. Where were the stairs? They had just underestimated how many they were. And how the girl had wanted to join them. Down, down, down. He had to get to Dean. They were well prepared, silver bullets and guns ready. But they were so many. And the girl wanted it. Castiel stopped dead in his tracks. He's not moving. Castiel put his gun in his pocket and sat down next to Dean. Oh god. He grabbed Dean's lifeless body carefully and placed him in his arms. He was so angry and so scared. Dean could not die. He couldn't.
”Breathe. You're alive. Oh, don't die. You're not dead until I tell you, you got that? You got that, Dean? You're not dead until I tell you. You got that, Dean?! You're not dead until I tell you.” Castiel's voice broke slightly at the end of his mantra. Dean blinked slowly and his mouth moved as if he was trying to create words.
”Now, breathe. Dean, breathe.”
”Hey, Cas? In my po-...” Dean mumbled. Castiel leaned in closer to make sure he got what Dean was saying.
”Yes?”
”Cas, in my... In my pocket.”
”In your pocket,” Castiel mumbled and put his hand down Dean's front pocket. He ignored the faint groans of pain echoing from Dean's open mouth. The item in Dean's pocket was a flask. Castiel opened it and placed it close to Dean's mouth, angling his head upwards. ”Here.”
”I want you to, uh... I want you to throw that away. Alcohol will kill you. Really.” Dean said with a smug face. He watched Castiel's face, frozen for a short while. He was still holding the flask close to Dean's mouth. When Dean started to giggle, Castiel let out a breath of relief and offered Dean a smile.
”You son of a bitch,” he said as he threw away the flask. Dean laughed briefly before groaning in pain.
”I thought you were dying in my arms,” Castiel said in an exhale.
”Come on, no, man. I'm not okay with dying in your arms.”
”You son of a bitch.” Castiel let out a small laugh and gently stroked Dean's cheek.
”Where... where are they? They all gone? The wolves. Did you get them?”
”They've all been exterminated,” Castiel said with a smirk. It took Dean a while to get it.
”Oh you, fuck! Now you're making a reference...” They both laughed, Castiel more out of relief, but still. Dean took a few breaks to make noises of pain before asking where Sam was.
”He's getting the car. You need a hospital since I can't heal you anymore.”
”Oh, okay.” There was a short moment of silence before Dean continued, ”Hey, Cas?”
”Yes, Dean?”
”Did I ever tell you...”
”What?”
”...that you really are a beautiful man?” Dean giggled. Castiel did not know how to respond.
”Really? Now?”
”Come on and give me a kiss before Sam comes.” Dean ignored Castiel's response and his giggling continued. Castiel smiled.
”Where did that bullet hit you, anyway?”
”In my heart.” Castiel almost took him seriously before he continued, ”so I can't keep my feelings in anymore.”
”You're an ass.”
”I'm your ass.”
”Yes. You are.”

"Do or do not, there is no try."

Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

"It's matters not what someone is born, but what they grow up to be."

Har inte sett Lethal Weapon (2), men jag förstår varför du valde scenen! Så glad att få läsa vad du skriver. Det är fängslande och bra! \^.^/