Friday, 4 September 2015

spindizzy: Text icon: "Can't talk, busy writing pseudo porn." (busy writing pseudoporn)
I swear, at this rate I am just going to keep writing random snippets of Nate and Elena being silly until I have enough that I can start stringing them together into a semi-coherent storyline.

On the plus side, I can look back at the one I posted on... Tuesday? And be like "This is how I would fit the description in! And if I had a plot, I could totally fit it in here!" so I'm hoping that the same will happen to anything else I might write for Uncharted.

This is another fic that I wrote a while ago for a prompt from [personal profile] thebaconfat, which I think was Nate and "I meant to do that." (Baco - I am going to reply to your comments! You are great and shiny!) I kinda... Went to town, a little. Unintentionally. Comes with the attendant disclaimers of "I know fuck-all about architecture beyond 'Here is how the Romans made and built with concrete' so I have no idea if the building I describe here is feasible. I was going for "this would be a platforming level in Uncharted" over common sense, but that proves nothing.

Uncharted // Let's check the replay
G | 687 words | Nate and Elena | No spoilers or warnings | In which Nate is completely unsurprised by anything that happens to him, but really hopes that this time he doesn't end up falling thirty feet. Again.

Nate surfaced in a rush of bubbles and spray. )