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tmae3114 · 6 months

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So I originally wrote this back in August when this release was fresh and then!!! APPARENTLY!!! just COMPLETELY forgot to post it!! so you get it now, three months late.

Some of the dialogue from the Guardian Tower has been living rent free in my head and now I want to yell about it because it’s SO GOOD for background lore

Okay, so, on the first floor, Mindi tells us this:

I really like this because it helps illustrate one of the logistical problems of the Rose. Like, even if you took away everything else that makes them bad (which, admittedly, is most of the organisation and its purpose), the fact that they tend to, by default, present themselves as the only option and drive out competition is bad. On paper, a force of people trained in combat against magical threats, with reasonably easy access to that training, which has garrisons stationed across the land, is actually a pretty good solution to the whole Recurring Evil Magical Threats thing. We know this because the guardians and the paladins and the dragonslayers exist! They do this! The Rose seems to make membership easier to access but, frankly, I suspect that is in part because their training is less thorough.

And when the Rose show up and drive those other groups out (like they’ve done with the Guardians), they don’t actually improve anything. Best case scenario, everything is exactly the way it was before. More likely, things would get worse, because the people with active experience defending a particular area have been driven away and now the Rose members have to play catch-up

(A good example of how on paper a group like the Rose could help an area is Book 3 Amityvale. The local Guardians were long gone, so the Rose were able to help without doing that extra damage and made Amityvale a safer place to live....... but that’s specifically for the human inhabitants. Plus, we know they’re affecting the magic of the area - Amaris’s moon has started having phases - and that’s! probably not good! Also see: Raven having to flee for her own safety after getting bitten by a werewolf. Even where they are ostensibly doing the most good, the Rose are still an active danger to many, even their own in the wrong circumstances)

And, meanwhile, on the ground floor...

......further proof that the Rose actively try to drive competition out of the area. Falconreach has repeatedly made it clear that they want nothing to do with the Rose and they keep picking fights with the patrols.

#dragonfable #tags following this are unaltered from the post as it was drafted:#look it's been a little bit vague re: Are The Rose Still Blockading Falconreach's Port And/Or Is It Still Canon That They Were Doing That #but the Rose ACTIVELY PICKING FIGHTS WITH THE GUARDIANS? that's SO juicy #Falconreach is. as far as we know. the ONLY big visible safe haven for magical beings.#Ravenloss and Sulen'eska are both actively hidden #Falconreach is a refugee safe zone and the Rose are THE PRIMARY REASON MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE REFUGEES #and the Rose have been trying to MOVE IN on that territory #they pick fights with patrols from Falconreach's defenders OFTEN based on that ''again''#I bet you that's not a secret #I bet you the people of Falconreach KNOW that this happens #is it any wonder that the Rose showing up after the Calamity War offering to help rebuild almost incited a riot?#that would've been setting off SO MANY warning bells in SO MANY people's heads #most of Falconreach probably didn't hear an offer for help. they heard an enemy they've been fighting off try to get in through a weak point #and I can't blame them #tags from here on added when I found the post again:#so I did post /some/ of these thoughts. including some in the tags. I just did it in many thoughts head full mode #there was a lot of 'something something' in that one. this one I put a bunch of it into words #I cannot BELIEVE I forgot to post this and it sat in my drafts for three months. ridiculous #also I miss horizontal line breaks so much.... give me formatting again tumblr.......

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coolnonsenseworld · 2 years

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Fly me to the 🌙

#lumity #amity blight #luz noceda #the owl house #the owl house fanart #i forgot i posted it already and almsot started setting it up for posting again #it was already a draft here #what i went through on holidays i shit you not #i almost lost a finger #i just cut vegetables but its a complicated story #i am back though i unpacked vacuumed made laundry went grocery shopping and slept for 12 hours #ive been setting up a shop in euro today i hope its going to be helpful 🥺#BuT YEAH OWL HOUSE #fucking swell right

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theartsybat · 1 year

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hello this was a color contrast nightmare, thank god for black tho amiright?

anyway, we’re just throwing the same hot potato at each other now lol

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@sibillascribbles08

reposting this here cause i feel it should be together

also, i couldnt decide whether to post this in parts (for desktop reading), or the fullpage, so here it is in parts (plus glowing donnie, because i cannot for the life of me make decisions):

#i didnt sleep. im gonna pass out for a while now #i went overboard with this lol oops #this is now marvel levels of lore #you must read the fic. then look at the doodles. then read the fic of the doodles... to get whats going on here #dhfjksghj i almost posted this with a full set of human fingers on holly #i forgot she doesnt have 5 fingers??? help #rottmnt #fanfic

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euhemeria · 1 year

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Time (Escapes Me) - Oneshot No.7

“Limestone is extremely slippery when it’s wet,” she feels compelled to point out. Even if few of the routes in the area are pure slab, most of them have some element of it, and a fall could be very painful.

“Better grip hard,” Aleks says, still entirely too nonchalant about this.

“I’ll remind you that you said that when you cheese grater.”

Fandom: Overwatch Rating: T Characters: Fareeha, Zarya Warnings: None A gift for @binarylazarus, for her bday! Fareeha and Zarya go climbing, because Emilia and I are both climbers 😂 Also on ao3. This is Chapter 7 of a one-shot collection.

As an officer, Fareeha prides herself on the ability to formulate and execute a plan. Wars are won and lost by logistics, and she keeps that always in her mind, is careful not to let any little thing fall by the wayside. She trusts the people under her—she has to, in the field—but still, she never feels safer than when she has gone over everything herself.

Obviously, in Overwatch this is not always feasible. Some things are outside of her scope of knowledge, and running an entire organization is very different than a squad, even if the number of people involved are similar, because logistically, there is so much more to handle, but still, she tries. It keeps her busy, at the ending of every quarter, and she finds that this past week has been no exception. Everyone on base was very busy, and as a result there were quite a few hastily thrown together dinners, and a lunch or two missed entirely.

Occupied as she was, then, by the matter of running their organization, it is perhaps no surprise that her preparation for her weekend excursion, climbing in El Chorro with Aleks, is less well executed than she might like.

The trouble begins when they are still approaching the crag, the familiar feeling of mud beneath her shoes.

“Aleks?” asks she. “Did you check the forecast?” She should have, herself, but with everything going on, she really considers herself fortunate just to have finished with everything in time to go on this trip.

“All clear,” says Aleks, cheerfully oblivious. “Some rain last night, but today? Beautiful.”

Shit. “Rain yesterday?”

“Yes,” Aleks confirms. “A little drizzle. Nothing serious.”

“It’s limestone,” Fareeha points out, stepping carefully around a puddle on the trail. She and Aleks have very different definitions of a little drizzle it seems.

“Better than sandstone. Nothing should break.”

That is all well and good—no one wants to break a hold, after all—but, “Limestone is extremely slippery when it’s wet,” she feels compelled to point out. Aleks has less experience climbing outdoors than she, and almost all of it has been, to Fareeha’s knowledge, bouldering overhung problems on granite, which is much safer when wet than a sport climb on limestone slab. Even if few of the routes in the area are pure slab, most of them have some element of it, and a fall could be very painful.

“Better grip hard,” Aleks says, still entirely too nonchalant about this.

“I’ll remind you that you said that when you cheese grater.”

At that, Aleks laughs—and Fareeha does, too. As unpleasant as that would be, and as seriously as they take risk when they are actually on a route, it does feel a bit silly to belabor this sort of thing when they are so often shot at in the course of their work.

In relatively good spirits, they make their way to the base of the crag, passing only a handful of hikers, and no other climbers. The latter is not, Fareeha admits, a good sign. No one likes a crowded crag, but an empty one often indicates bad conditions, even if El Chorro is nowhere near as popular as it was seventy years previously. Fareeha tries not to worry about it too much, but before she left, Angela had asked her very seriously to Be careful, and expressed displeasure at Fareeha’s affinity for dangerous recreational activities. It was not an admonishment, exactly, was just concern, but the sincerity of it got under Fareeha’s skin, and she finds herself a bit more cautious than she might ordinarily be, as a result.

(She knows she does not need to be, not really. While she may not be as risk averse as Angela is, likes things like riding motorcycles and hang-gliding, she always takes appropriate precautions, never acts carelessly. There are many people on base who are more in need of this sort of speech than she.)

When they get to their destination, Fareeha is relieved to find two other groups of climbers, one of which is already on the second pitch of a multipitch route. Given the number of people one might normally expect to find at La Escalera Árabe, Fareeha thinks she might have been a little overcautious. The temperature is right, the bikers she was told to watch out for on the trail were nowhere to be seen, and the rock, when she touches it, does not feel nearly so slick as she feared.

But then she asks Aleks, “What route were you hoping to climb, again?”

And Aleks tells her, “Coming on Strong!” She flexes a little, jokingly, adds, “7a+. Should be a good warm-up for you.”

7a+ is decidedly out of warm-up range for Fareeha, and is pushing it for Aleks in the gym, let alone as a warm-up outdoors on slippery rock.

“Are you sure about that?”

“We’ll warm-up first,” Aleks suggests. She looks towards the route, though, points out its features, “There, see? Tough overhung start, easy slab the rest of the way… my kind of climb.”

And decidedly not Fareeha’s. Although she is, she knows, more technically skilled than Aleks, overhang requires a lot of upper body strength, and Fareeha is not ashamed to admit that her limit is lower on overhung routes than slabs. Most overhangs Aleks leads, Fareeha can follow, but as she discovered on the drive up, Aleks only owns three quickdraws, and she is not letting Aleks lead on borrowed gear, even if she herself is the person Aleks would borrow it from.

At the gym, all the routes have draws already attached, and so she did not realize until this morning that Aleks had so little experience clipping them to the bolt. As much as she trusts Aleks, on the field, this is not a good place to practice clipping to bolts, and it would be negligent of her to allow it. The downside to that, however, is that they are limited to the routes Fareeha can lead. Aleks understood, when she explained, did not push back, even if she was a bit disappointed; she may bluster, and her braggadocious demeanor makes it seem as if she does not consider herself vulnerable to injury, but she is sensible when she needs to be, is more calculated in her risk taking than she likes to let on.

(At least when it comes to her safety, the safety of others. In other matters, she can still be incautious, tried to convince Fareeha to climb Heavy Gravity despite the fact that it is on Cerro Cristo, a crag that has been illegal to climb for nearly six decades. They will not be doing so, are very carefully set up on a crag that is an hour’s hike from there, because Fareeha has no interest in flouting the law in full view of a very popular hiking trail. That is foolishness, and the route is illegal for a reason.)

“Let’s warm-up on something easy and see how you feel,” Fareeha says. “Maybe Zeig mir deine Muskeln? It’s a 6a.”

“Muskeln,” Aleks repeats. “Muscles?”

“Show me your muscles.” Fareeha is pretty sure, anyway, and suggested the route in part because of the name, thinking Aleks might be more agreeable.

“Quick answer.” For a moment, Aleks studies her, as if looking for something to be given away in her face, but then she returns to her usual jesting tone, “You have German girls telling you that often?” She bumps up against Fareeha, a suggestion.

“Mum was stationed in Switzerland when I was a teenager,” Fareeha says, feeling a bit on the defensive. “I learned a few things.”

(Fewer than she would care to admit, but that is neither here nor there.)

“So you and Swiss women have a history!”

“I didn’t say that,” says she, but even to her own ears, she sounds a bit too insistent. She really did mean that she learned the language—and her girlfriend at the time was another international student, from Eritrea—but Aleks’ implication hits a little too close to home.

(Cole told her Angela is straight, but he does not see the way Angela looks at her, when the two of them are alone, has not felt the way Angela touches her fingers lightly on one of Fareeha’s knees. Maybe Fareeha is deluding herself, but she thinks surely there must be something there, hopes that there is.)

“Your puppy eyes are not subtle,” Aleks tells her.

A pause, in which Fareeha does not defend herself. Maybe Aleks is right about that.

Realizing a response is not coming, Aleks asks more seriously, “Are you going to move? Do you need me to be your wingwoman?”

“What I need,” Fareeha says, sitting on her rope bag for a moment in order to switch into climbing shoes, “Is for you to belay me.”

“Yes, yes,” Aleks reaches into her own bag, retrieves her harness. “Easy. Like your climb. But if you want to do something harder…”

“If I want to do something harder,” Fareeha says, “I’ll climb Hockey Night in Canada.” It is a 7a+, so it would be a new highest tick for her, outdoors, but the style is better suited to her than Coming on Strong.

But maybe Aleks is right. Maybe she does need to get out of her comfort zone, a little.

It is something to think about. But for now—for now, she will stick to the plan.

Coming on Strong can wait.

#yes yes pharmercy references WE CANT HELP IT #anyway its not a hashtag real friendship if they arent teasing u mercilessly abt ur crush #and i had to end on a pun for my girl fareeha OK #shes funny!! punny!!!#rory writes fic #almost forgot i was posting shit here again lmao

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nbmudkip · 1 year

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updated my 88 ☆彡 profile slide a bit! i wasn’t happy with the blank background so i played around with some card art until i found something i liked :)

#cutting it REAL close to the layer limit tho. LMAO #me.txt #project sekai #oh btw i finished setting up my dazzling stage tiering server! if ur a mutual of mine nd u wanna tier or help fill #feel free to dm me and ill send u an invite!#for everyone else im keeping it on the private side for now but ill probably post a link publicly closer to the event #like maybe a month out or so #edit: almost forgot #text is the same as last time but for ease of access translation is:#on the left 「I’ll…be waiting for you right here…」#which is what tsukasa says in 88 story when saki gets transferred to another prefecture for treatment #and on the right its just Tenma Tsukasa - On the Stage of Dazzling Light

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genspiel · 6 months

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the broken kingdoms is like the opposite of middle book syndrome. it was so good; a big step up from the hundred thousand kingdoms, tbh. i'd stopped mid-kingdom of gods bc it wasn't really holding my interest, read several other books in the interim, and have now come back to it, aaaand.... it's still not really holding my interest so much............ sigh. i do want to know how this all works out in the end, but unfortunately it looks getting there could still be a bit of a chore.

#tre reads #the inheritance trilogy #nk jemisin #tbf part of this is kind of my fault for reading her works so out of order lmao #black future month was the first; then broken earth; then... i think great cities came before dreamblood...?... and now inheritance #it's almost perfectly in reverse order lol (barring the jump forward in time for great cities ofc)#so it 100000% makes sense that her writing got... not bad exactly but. less polished...??? the further back i've gone #there's also like. so many things about inheritance that remind me of like. prototypes almost of broken earth stuff tbh #and i feel like she did them much much better in broken earth so i keep directly comparing them in my mind and that's not helpful either lo #(might even make a post about that at some point tbh)#although upon looking just now it does seem that i'm closer to the end of the kingdom of gods than i thought i was #only about 200 more pages and then the rest of the omnibus is the novella which i forgot about #((also holy shit what did sieh do to the glossary for kingdom of the gods i'm--))#so maybe i'll just keep on powering through here........... -w-#at least eventually ahaha. we'll see. <3 #i'm also just starting two other new books simultaneously lmao so who knows what my brain will feel like continuing tomorrow !!!#but for now i shall be off to other things ahahaha

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cibome · 1 year

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#delete later #i went away to the mountains for the weekend and i had a lot of fun and i feel calm and relaxed from spending time in nature and hiking #we also went to see the starts it was so much fun #BUT #i went with my mom and her friends from work and its very exhausting for me to be expected to be sociable 24/4 i just cant do it #i cant be friendly and talkative around people i barely know for THREE DAYS #plus on the first night i accidentally broke my thumb ring which ive had for 3-4 years #i rotate it around my finger all the time to keep me concentrated it calms me down AND it also helps me reduce my skin picking #its not a big problem since i can just buy a new one (if they still have them which idk) but at the time when it broke ...#mind you i accidentally dropped it to the ground and it fragmented into like 20 bits it overwhelmed me so much i almost cried on the spot #im back home already which is good but im so EXHAUSTED emotionally and socially and im working all day tomorrow...#which means i wont be able to buy a new ring until tuesday when i usually cannot even leave the house without it on #rn it just feels so wrong i even feel a bit sick from not having it on #ITS JUST A FUCKING RING... why do i depend this much on a fucking ring idk #but like i had a lot of fun we saw lots of beautiful sceneries i have pics ill probs post them later #i took my reflex but i forgot to charge it or bring the charger so i could only take pics on the first and last day #also the hiking we did was in places that were kind of physically straining so i dont think bringing it wouldve been a good idea #RANT OVER if you read all the way to here i love you thanks for reading my stream of consciousness quite literally <3

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mitsies · 9 months

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I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭

you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS

here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3

gojo + ao3:

+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this <;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces

+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words

+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words

+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter

+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete

nanami + ao3:

+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete

+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete

+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)

geto + ao3:

+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete

+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete

megumi + ao3:

+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete

+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ lover boy: 2nd year reader, annoying meddling gojo, placed at the beginning-ish where megumi gets beat tf up- what more could you ask for! // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ difficult to not overthink: todo strikes again! you ponder megumi's type // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ten confessions: megumi: ten dif confessions in dif tropes each time, so they can all be read as stand-alone pieces! so so cute and beautifully written.. we all know i love a good confession // 19k words, 7 chapters, incomplete

+ therefore, i am: reader gets mixed up in the world of sorcery.. megumi's there, too! // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ takes one to know one: flowershop au..... convulsing on the ground. my fav trope, ever, and so so cute oh my GOSH // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ i really (x6) like you: fluff!! this is the one i linked in my og ask but it deserves a place here too <3 // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #getou suguru x reader #gojo x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #nanami x reader #this is the most i've written in ages LMFAO and i didnt even do anything.. but look at me!! replying to an ask on time!! unheard of honestl #mitz recs

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 2 months

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Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, I've been quite busy with school so I hope you guys can be a little patient with content since I've been stuck on a slump and there's a lot of things I'm currently busy with at the moment because of school despite posting so much last week. Here's the weekly content and I hope you all enjoy :)

Also how do you all feel if I write works inspired by old gacha songs? And yes I used to be a gacha girly, it was some wild phase AHAHAHA

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thesnowurzikdjinn @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000

Brainrot, Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley who decided he wanted to get a divorce with you because things weren't working out between the both of you, so you had to share custody of your daughter.

You managed to get yourself together, having no time to grieve that part of you that he took with him because you had a little one depending on you. You loved that girl for all she was, however she brings you and Simon together.

Not that you resent her for it, god no, it wasn't her fault you and your husband couldn't see eye to eye.. that he refused to retire after everything, maybe it was just your paranoia getting to you. You couldn't stand the fear anymore, the fear of one day he's not the one you'll see when you open the front door but Price.

You forgot how difficult it was doing this on your own until now, you could barely get up, your head was actually killing you. You pushed through, making your daughter breakfast.

You felt like you were about to throw up, ears started to ring and everything else felt numb. The next thing you know was your eyes rolling back and everything going black, the last thing you heard was your toddler panicking, calling you over and over on the verge of crying.

All while you were unconscious, your little one runs to your room to look for your phone to call her dad.

"Listen I know we—" Simon said expecting you on the phone before getting cut off by his daughter..

"Dada! Momma's dead, dada. Momma's not breathing!" In a panic, she cried it out like a mantra. Simon was in a panic, he got up from where he was and was speeding towards what used to be your shared home.

The next thing you know, you were hearing the beeps of a heart monitor. All your senses were working, all except sight.. you didn't have enough energy to open them, in the coldness of your whole body from the well ventilated room, you felt warmth on your hand.

It was all too familiar, calloused but so gentle and warm. Simon.. it was Simon. All while processing this situation, all that's going through Simon's head are the what ifs.

"Fucking hell, help her.. My wife, she's been unconscious for thirty minutes. She's breathing but it's faint and she's burning" Simon almost yelled in a full panic, he was doing his best not to snap at the hospital staff but how couldn't he? Hadn't even realized that he called you something you weren't anymore, the title he took with him.

Your little one holding her dad's hand in the waiting room, she was observant, an emotionally intelligent little girl who holds her dad's hand. Simon keeps reminding himself to calm down, how much his bumblebee must be terrified, far more than he was so he takes her in his arms.

Sooner or later they were allowed to enter, doctor said you were stabilized and only collapsed from a horrid fever and so much fatigue. Thinking of losing you, just like that with no warning would be the second time Simon would lose you.

Now watching you unconscious, IV tube connected to you because of course you haven't been eating well either. It made him rethink everything, was it a mistake to give you those papers? Was it worth it losing the one person in his life who he would give his life for with no hesitation?

All he could do for now was sit next to you, no matter how long it takes for you to wake up because he doesn't have the strength to leave, maybe in a day or two but not now..

Part 2 anyone?

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winterarmyy · 5 months

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My Person

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

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Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much, especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her. When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words, "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

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A/N: I was gone for awhile but never too long. Hope you enjoy this little drabble 👀

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