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I decided to rewatch HoD and I must say... Vaemond is a decent guy.
He complains, sure, he does not like Daemon, that's obvious, but I would say that he's a better person than his brother... He wasn't too proud to ask for help when it was obviously needed, they're near without supplies, losing ships and men, he did what neither his brother or Daemon did: he wrote to the small council and asked for help.
He stops Corlys from causing a scene at Laena's funeral. He actually seemed startled with the way his brother acted with Laenor's paramour.
He had his house best interest in mind. This dude would stay quiet if it was his nephew inheriting, he would bite his tongue, but Laenor's death means that Driftmark and High Tide would pass directly to a bastard with no blood tie to House Velaryon. Vaemond is not Corlys he does not care for history remembering names, he cares for blood and tradition.
And he died for it. He was murdered at open court, and no one did anything. His murder wasn't even reprimanded, not a slap on the wrist.
Vaemond deserved better😔
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mamabearwonders · 13 days
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So my brain is very much due everything at once or nothing at all. So my depop shop is both at my place and my parents place. I thought I had everything organized up there, but they can't find like 6 packages.
But I've finally been seriously tackling my depression room. So I wanted to take care of that and my parents and I don't get along so I haven't had the energy to go up there. But I have some extra spoons today that will probably turn into knives at the end of the weekend and then I'll need like a week to recover.
But I could have had a roadblock with my depression room because I'm just focusing on like stressing about the packages. Probably half of them have been canceled at this point and I feel bad.
Not to brag, but I'm just proud of it. Like a year ago I was like shipping out packages like every day. I had great reviews. And it's just like I keep trying to revamp my shop and just the mental health issues be issuing.
It's frustrating. Because even back then I was struggling, but now it's like I can't even be at that point anymore and I'm hoping i'll bounce back. If I had a mentally stable brain I could probably be making this side hustle work.
I feel bad for the customers. I'm trying and I do my best to communicate. But anyway I took pictures of at least 100, 150 pictures of items here and measurements. Of my best items. So I'm good.
I can list them while I'm up at my parents. But I still have like really good items up there I haven't listed yet so I'm going to go take care of those. I already have a bunch of pictures on my phone of stuff at my parents that I just didn't write the sizes down for. Thank hod most of that stuff doesn't need measurements because it's modern clothing. Vintage needs measurements because it's a different system.
I'm going to take the energy I have and invest it somewhere else. Because my depression room I've been trying to get it done in like one or two weekends and it's just not getting done. It's making progress, but it's not realistic to clean a Year's worth of depression in like that sort of time.
So I'm going to take a little bus ride to my parents would drive me, but again we don't really get along. I'll be okay for like a few nights. It's like 2 hours to get up there. It's chill. It's a chill ride. And I'll stop at McDonald's before I go up there which is a few blocks from their house.
Plus I'm running out of groceries and my parents provide groceries at the moment. And I don't want to fall into a cycle of like just buying fast food everyday which is comfort food I want it to be like a treat like once a week or something and not fall into that cycle.
And then that leads me to also going to the thrift store like every single day instead of just listing what I have.
So let's do this! I'll probably bribe my parents get Chinese food because there's a really good fried rice place up near my parents. I've been craving Chinese food. 🥳
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kalpasio · 8 months
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hod kalpas w herrscher of stars reader. ship name? supernova. thats it thats the ask
-pianist anon dying in school
pianist anon you are a GENIUS best ship name ever you cannot tell me otherwise
also reader being Herrscher of the stars and gaining control before Kalpas becomes a Herrscher? and when he does reader is the one to calm him down because no one else can get close???? 🧡🧡🧡
anyways. mhy please hire m-
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writeathomee · 6 months
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I took notes app notes while I was watching the episodes and they're just as unhinged as you would expect. Pls enjoy
Spoilers below~
Episode One
THE RECAP. FIRST TIME SEEING EPISODE TEN RECAPPED
STEARD IN THE FIRST SHOT LMAO
NOT Izzy's last breath calling Stede a twat
I can't
Omg Lai did that fulfil all of your dreams, Izzy dying
That slow run I can't believe this dream sequences
HAHAHA THEM GIVING SWEDE UP SO EASY
Prince Ricky!!!
That silence is so loud
Omg not Ivan dying lmao
Poor fang omg
Jackie helping Swede discover parts of him he'd never known, like the PROSTATW HAHAHA
IZZZZY NO
SUCIIDAL EDWARD! FUCK
Frenchies little head shake HE CARES ABOUT IZZY
IZZY NO!! EDWARD WHY!
Omg Stede left Ricky
She's gonna peg the shit out of the Swede
HE SHOT IZZY,
FANG
DO THE WOODEN BOY VOICE omg jim .
YAAAAASS PIRATE WUEEN!
WHERE IS IZZY!
End credit scene okay okay here we go
Fang's giggling is so wholesome and healing
Episode Two
Run by timber timber??
RUN FROM ME GOOD WIFE PLAYING OVER ED'S SHOT WHILE LOOKING AT THE FUCKING WEDDING TOPPERS ALL SAD! PRINCESS!
Wedding toppers lived a short life
Some place called china lmao
LUCIUS FUCKIGN OMG
Men are so emotional
Lucius LYING
You have impeccable balance
Poor Lucius groaning
Sea witch !!!!
BUTTONS STORYLINE
LMAO what if it's Izzy hiding in the walls now lmao
SECRET PASSAGES
PLS IZZY NO
Jim just cuddling Izzy's leg
s poor Vico they said this was the hardest to film
JIM AND ATCHIE
Oh shit Ed
Omg does pirate queen have a crush on oluwande
Lucius going for Stede's throat
Omg
IZZY MY HEART
HE CALLED HIM EDDIE
I LOVE YOU THE BEST I COUKD? WHAT THE ACTUALY FUCK WHAT IF I HUST KILLED MYSELF INSTEAD OMFG IZZY GIVE ME THAT GUNR N N E
omg he's sending them into a storm
Suicidal Ed baby honey no
Archie and Jim lmaooo
OH MY FUCKING HOD OZZZY ON ONE LEG SAVING THE DAY
OH MY GODDD
FUCKING HELL
Episode Three
I cackled at Stede jumping overboard
Afraid he's unlovable and showing izzy with the gun
Omg hornigold is a ducking hallucination
HOLY SHIT HES STILL ON THE SHIP
IZZY's SINGLE TEAR
Warmth food and orgasms
Omg not pirate queen threatening olu
Oh she was seducing him lmao
STEDE RESCUING THE CREW
Thank you buttons so Pete says
Oh no is pirate queen the new kraken she's gonna hunt olu down
Ed has no business looking so beautiful underwater
Stede thinks he's dead bro??
NOT THE FALLING IN LOVE MONTAGE
Omg mermaid Stede are you fucking serious
OH MY GODDDR
Further thoughts:
Warmth food and orgasms is the new live laugh love
I can't believe izzy and crew are CURRENTLY living with the idea that they killed Ed like???
Wedding cake to Blackbeard is what pizza parties are to managers with overworked employees
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beevean · 1 year
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003 for my boy juste belmont?
Some love for my witchy boy? :DDD
How I feel about this character: Disgustingly underrated! I know that it's a shame that he never defeated the "real" Dracula, but that doesn't mean that he isn't badass, he's so OP and a blast to play as! I like to think that he was told too many times that he was born weak and frail, maybe his father even had doubts over passing the Vampire Killer onto him, and so Juste did his best to train his magical side to compensate. And his speed. Definitely his speed :P
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: I see the appeal in Juxime :) you really have to knock some sense into Maxime with the Power of Friendship, yeah yeah I see how it is :P
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: with Maxime again lol. I would have loved to see Simon in HoD, though, badass grandpa having nothing but faith for his albino grandson but still having his "ah back in my day" moments. Oh well...
My unpopular opinion about this character: He's one of the most OP characters in the series and his game is fun and he himself is fun as a character. Not only because of his hilarious furniture quest (oh how I wish he and Hector could meet), but I like how he speaks in an informal, even coarse way despite being one of the prettiest boys in the cast, and his insistence that the whole thing never happened in the good ending has... implications...
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Well, I think I mentioned it, I wish we could have seen him interact with Simon, and I wish he fought the real Dracula so that fans wouldn't brush him aside.
Favorite friendship for this character: Again, Maxime and Lydie
My crossover ship: none
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taureandiaries · 2 years
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— dear diary,
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— she/her | 22 | black | taurus | infj | law student
— hey!! my name is issy and welcome to my writing diary/journal where I would share updates on my fics, my writing journey along with my other favourite interests. BYF: I will be liking/writing nsfw so this account is 🔞!! also absolutely no form of hate will be tolerated
— you can also find me on the following platforms:
twitter
AO3
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ABOUT ME
— bibliophile ⇒ fav genres: literary fiction | romance | fantasy | historical fiction | mystery/thriller
— addicted to tv shows and movies
— marvel and dc fan
— music lover ⇒ fav genres: r&b | afrobeats | pop | hip-hop/rap | alternative | jazz
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INTERESTS ♡
— fandoms: snk | jjk | castlevania | naruto | sonic | mha | bsd | demon slayer | fruits basket | vnc
— books: tsc | pjo/hoo | legendborn | the blood trials | soc | caleb azmuah nelson | kennedy ryan | akwaeke emezi | tia williams | bolu babalola | joya goffeney
— tv: yellowjackets | succession | got | hod | maws | cruel summer | s19 | greys | bojack horseman | the boys | severance | gen v
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MAIN SHIPS ♡
— shingeki no kyojin: eremika | aruani | jeanpiku | falbi | yumihisu | eruri | mobuhan
— jujutsu kaisen: gojohime | sugushoko | yutamaki
— naruto: sasusaku | shikatema | naruhina | saiino | borusara | kawasumi
— castlevania: belmades | draculisa | gretacard | rinette
— sonic: sonamy | taismo | knuxouge | silvaze | shadikal | whispangle | sallicole
— boku no hero: izuocha | kamijirou | todomomo | kirimina
— pjo/hoo: percabeth | solangelo | caleo | frazel | jasper
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MASTERLIST ♡
shingeki no kyojin:
— between the lines ⇒ ongoing [mature]: eremika modern au: a journalist is taken with interviewing an elusive celebrity and finds more than what she expected
— undelivered ⇒ completed [teens and up]: eremika canon-verse: eren tries to write mikasa a letter during his time in marley
— beautiful monster ⇒ completed [teens and up]: aruani canon-verse: armin's feelings for Annie during the female titan reveal
— welcome home ⇒ completed [general]: eremika week 2022: eren and mikasa welcome a new person home
— picnic dates and revelations ⇒ completed [teens and up]: eremika modern au: eren and mikasa go on a secret picnic date
sonic the hedgehog:
— start of something new ⇒ completed [general]: whispangle canon-divergence fic: whisper has a recognition of feelings after the metal virus
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WIPS ♡
shingeki no kyojin:
— never too late -> rating: mature -> eremika modern au: two best friends go on a road trip where feelings that were long buried begin to surface
— shingshina hills -> rating: mature -> eremika small town au: a runaway bride finds solace in her uncle's small town, along with the local grumpy chef that she shouldn't but can't stop thinking about ⇒ strangers to friends to lovers
— the motion on romance -> rating: teen/mature ->falbi highschool au: two academic rivals stuck as co-captains of the debate team as they realise there is more to them than meets the eye ⇒ academic rivals to lovers
— yumihisu pirate au -> mature/explicit : loosely based off Tangled + Pirates of the caribbean
jujutsu kaisen:
— moments with you -> rating: explicit -> sugushoko modern au: two ex-best friends and lovers reunite at their best friends wedding, and deal with the feelings that they've buried over the years
— I didn't mean to fall in love -> rating: explicit -> gojohime modern au: a teacher falls in love with one of her students' dad -> based off Snoh Aalgera's I Didn't Mean to Fall in Love
naruto:
— sasusaku prohibition au -> rating: mature -> based off Chloe Gong's These Violent Delights
sonic the hedgehog:
— the outlaws -> rating: mature -> sonamy robin hood retelling: desperate for help to save her kingdom, princess amy falls in with a gang of outlaws and oddly finds a love that she's been longing for ⇒ found family; strangers to friends to lovers
— where love blossoms -> rating: mature -> sonamy modern au: two best friends finally deal with their feelings for each other when one finally returns ⇒ childhood best friends to lovers
— how we love ⇒ in drafts [mature]: knuxouge modern au: a detective meets up with his criminal ex-girlfriend to get some answers ⇒ based off of SZA's Shirt
— sonic multi-ship new girl au ⇒ in drafts [teen/mature]: based off ensemble comedies (e.g. new girl, living single, baby daddy)
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ciitrinitas · 1 year
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F, O, R, W
in response to this!
F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom.
i tend to be pretty multi-fandom and thus all over the place in terms of activity levels, so this might vary depending on how you define being in a fandom. but for me, having some level of involvement on the fannish side and maintaining a fondness for the canon is sufficient to say i'm in the fandom, so i'd have to give it to ffviii. it was my first real game (and by that i mean that i technically fiddled with some nes/snes games before, but ffviii was the first one that really interested me and made me stick with it because holy shit was i bad at mario), so happy twenty or so years of me having the utmost affection for this hot mess of a game.
O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of.
throwing my music library on shuffle yielded jenny by studio killers, and wow! massive alicent vibes. i don't have any real strong ships for her in part because she doesn't come across as being romantically interested in men, but also because rhaenyra isn't nearly as interesting as her, so rhaenicent mostly just exists to me. but holy shit is this massive vibes for them. comphet lesbian! is one of the very few cases where i actually agree with there being potential canonical evidence for said comphet lmao.
R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.
i sometimes trick myself into the most random ships and then get invested because oh no, it works. i did it with hod/yesod, and i did it, too, with mel/cait in arcane. unsurprisingly, vijinx is my ship of choice in that fandom, and vi/cait did not do very much for me, so i was sort of speculating what alternatives would feel feasible to me, and mel/cait activated my almonds, roasted them thoroughly. mel is ultimately a well-intentioned person, but she does like to have the upper hand in situations, and her relationship with jayce had a bit of a "this is my pet project where i get to mostly feel moral and good." cait is very keen in her own naive, rich-girl way to do Something Good for her home. they could very feasibly meet one another with both cait's mother and mel being on the council, so let them vibe a bit, and well, cait's family isn't about to complain about her making connections with someone so influential. and while mel would let cait have something similar to the taskforce she gets under jayce, but mel wouldn't want cait actually endangered. cait would get to look and feel useful while staying safe, and if maybe she starts to feel less like she is making a difference, mel is cunning enough to be able to shift cait's pov around for the most part. everyone wins! : )
W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships.
1. bamchel - CHOKING. I WANT THEM TO CHOKE EACH OTHER. 2. asaden - ...i also want them to get a chance to choke each other. 3. yoruasa - look, i swear i have thoughts other than choking, but these are the first ships coming to mind and i've partly written choking fic for both bamchel and yoruasa. 4. ayin/angela - degradation. i just want them both to feel like complete shit when they fuck. angela isn't carmen, and ayin isn't even himself like 1% of the time anymore, and the deep, deep, deeply complicated emotions they feel for each other just bubble over in how inextricable they both are to each other. it's horrible, and i want them to feel horrible. <3 5. hod/yesod - mentioned it above, so i might as well include it! gaslighting and everything that comes included in that package. <3
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finsterhund · 3 months
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Watching my world record run to remind myself that I have skills and aren't entirely a failure and right at the beginning I mention that I haven't eaten?
And yeah, that takes me back to the chemotherapy where I was straight up fucking starving.
And I felt better back then than I do now because Cazza was still alive.
So it's a testament that even though I'm eating better now that doesn't automatically mean I should be better now because clearly losing her is more significant than going hungry in my mind.
I should buy a new wifi adaptor or wire through Ethernet from my roommates room to mine (the router is in his room fjgkgjfjdjd) and then try to stream again. I know I'm able to beat the easy and normal PC runs too. Easy. And I would have if Cazza hadn't died. I never really got back to streaming after. My friend is bringing back his Minecraft server and I want to ease my way back into playing that as well. It will be fun to hang out in real time with friends.
God I really did just try speedrunning maximum involvement in every single hobby I have an interest in trying to feel something and they all failed. I need to remember that HoD is the most beautiful perfect thing in the world. And while I love plants and primitive technology and stuffed animals that HoD is my big thing. The ultimate special interest. The one that unlike Power Island, doesn't hurt me to open my soul into.
Fishy got me a rock tumbler that I'm really excited about and another package that's arrived today I haven't opened yet and I am excited thinking about tumbling small stones and making my own stone beads. I'm certain if I make a day out of building a neolithic hand drill that will also be fun. I need to remember that I'm allowed to have fun. I also need to learn how to make mistakes.
New years resolutions maybe.
When I next get to go to fabric land I'm going to buy some of the exact type of fabric the original Sly or Sly II's heads are made of (velveteen and/or upholstery cotton respectively) and see if that has any bearing on working with the pattern or not. I also have decided I need to aquire more random scraps. Gotta find packages of scraps when the thrift stores have them. I'm even starting to consider getting worn out stuffed animals with the intention of taking them apart and rebuilding them. I've always felt bad about that but so long as they aren't thrown away by the end it's a victimless crime. They're still being appreciated and taken care of.
Again, I wish eBay wasn't so damn expensive. Stupid shipping.
There's a local quilters guild that interests me. I'm so paranoid of human interaction I'm scared I won't be accepted as a young man who has an atypical disabled relationship with the hobby as a newcomer. It's something I should really try to work past more often. I have no clue if they're still even active due to COVID shit but I should at least try to turn up for one of their themed days.
But I feel that seeing people in person working on the craft will help me build skills and learn things.
Will also says he's thinking about getting into soft sculpture so maybe he'll share the stuff he's doing online.
Idk. I'm not entirely down in the dumps this new years but it does feel I'm just drifting aimlessly in life. With Cazza everything felt perfect. It was our blue sky grassy field orchestra music moment. And now it's gone. There is ultimately no overcoming of death except in memory.
The little spectre Sly head (the one I just made out of felt) seems to be the best I've made yet. Despite omitting the horn and ears I've got the snout at the right level of pointiness. Maybe even overkill for a spectre. But that makes me how that I'm going to continue to get better.
I am glad I've had things like the crying dog and Sly to keep me going though. And my friends who love and appreciate me so much it's actually staggering to think about it too deeply. I wish the internet gap wasn't a thing. It's funny. I feel id be no less further from my friends if I was living in the middle of the prairie away from everyone else.
Someday.
But for now there's Sly.
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purgeshubble · 3 years
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moodboard: annabeth x lemon
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wolfanitas-art · 2 years
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There are many pictures of Norse deities where they look as if the local biker gang had staged a Wagner opera. So all the more I wanted to give them a respectful and more accurate design. I gave my best to draw them with their basic and most known attributes, but still I did neither try nor want to make this an archeological reconstruction of how the Norse depicted their gods. It is still just an artist’s interpretation, I drew them how I imagine them.
Since these myths are very old and very much of them is lost, there are in parts so many different, often contradicting versions of who is how related to whom and did what where and why, that I will give you just a very simple Who’s Who:
Odin: first of the gods, one-eyed god of battle, death and poetry, father of Thor and Balder, husband of Frigg, has two all-seeing ravens, will be devoured by the wolf Fenrir during Ragnarok (the end of the world)
Thor: red-bearded god of thunder and the sky, son of Odin and Fjorgyn (the Earth), husband of Sif, guardian of the gods, drives a chariot drawn by goats, will be poisoned and killed by the giant Midgard Serpent Jormungand during Ragnarok
Loki: attractive, ambivalent, shape-shifting, mischief-making god, son of giants (mostly named as Farbauti and Laufey (the latter is the mother, btw)),husband of Sigyn, grows progressively more evil, causes the death of Balder, then bound till Ragnarok, when he and Heimdall will kill one another (they never got along)
Frigg: first of the goddesses, goddess of love, life, marriage, protection, sees much, tells nothing, wife of Odin, mother of Balder
Freya: goddess of love, lust, fertility, magic, battle, mistress of the Valkyries, a Vanir (the two god ‘clans’ were Aesir and Vanir), daughter of Njord, twin-sister of Freyr, has a magical falcon cloak and a chariot drawn by huge cats
Sif: golden-haired goddess of harvest, wife of Thor, her spectacular hair was cut off by Loki, so he had to ask the dwarfs for a wig for her, which was in all aspects like real hair, just better (the hammer Mjolnir was forged then, too)
Freyr: charming god of fertility, prosperity, sunshine, a Vanir, husband of the frost giantess Gerd, son of Njord, twin-brother of Freya, has a magical ship and a magical sword which he gives away and will desperately miss when he fights the fire giant Surt during Ragnarok (he loses).
Heimdall: golden-toothed god of protection, watchman of the gods, guards the Bifrost rainbow bridge, son of nine mothers, owns the horn of Gjall, he and Loki will kill each other during Ragnarok
Hel: the just goddess of the underworld and the dead, daughter of Loki and the giantess Angrboda, sister of Fenrir and Jormungand, her upper half is that of a woman, her lower half is that of a dead, blueish corpse
Tyr: brave, one-handed war god, scarified his right hand so the wolf Fenrir could be bound, either son of the giant Hymir or of Odin, during Ragnarok, he slays the hellhound Garm and is killed by him
Skadi: goddess of winter and the hunt, originally a giantess, she joined the gods when she married Njord as a form of compensation for her father Thiazi being slain by the gods, put the snake over bound Loki, whose (the snake’s) venom constantly drips on his face (Skadi is quite cool and tough)
Balder: gentle, wise, beloved god, son of Odin and Frigg, Loki tricked Balder’s blind brother Hod into killing him with a mistletoe (the only thing that could hurt him), husband of Nanna (who died from shock over his death),he and his wife will return from Hel after Ragnarok
Idun: goddess of youth, provides the gods with the golden apples that grant their immortality, married to Bragi
Bragi: god of poetry and eloquence, husband of Idun, son of Odin, greets the fallen warriors at Valhalla
Njord: god of the sea, wind and fertility, father of Freya and Freyr, a Vanir, married Skadi, but they separated cause she was a mountain woman and he a man of the sea, she chose him from among the gods for his apparently very handsome feet  Prints and other nice stuff available here:  www.redbubble.com/de/people/wo…
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babybluebex · 3 years
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vanilla sponge [bucky barnes x reader]
➽ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 5.5k ➽ summary: the four times bucky said goodbye and the one time he said hello  ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of death, ANGST, eventual happy ending ➽ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONK!!!! i meant for this to be a fluff blurb but it.... evolved lol. thanks @groupieforbucky​ for beta reading this! masterlist/taglist in bio!
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March 10, 1935
You sat on the hood of the car, watching Bucky mess with a candle in front of you. His lighter wasn’t wanting to catch in the cold evening breeze, but he was adamant on lighting the candle up. “What’s the big deal with this candle, Buck?” you asked. “You’re just gonna blow it right out. You really want it that bad?”
Bucky scoffed at you. “Sweet, simple Y/N,” he chuckled. “It’s a tradition for me. My mom used to do it, so I have to.” 
You sighed softly, and you stretched your hands out in front of you. Bucky looked at you for a moment, his eyes sweeping over your frame, and he stepped closer. His large hips settled between your knees easily and he put his hands in yours, and you clicked your tongue. 
“No, you twit,” you giggled. “Gimme the damn lighter.” 
Bucky tilted his head at you and smiled, and he jumped up onto the hood of the car next to you. The two of you had driven out into the countryside for a night alone, just you and your Bucky on his birthday. You had even baked a cake-- you had been saving money for months to be able to afford all of the ingredients for his favorite vanilla sponge. The cake had sat in a box in the backseat of Bucky’s car as you two had walked along the riverside and splashed cold March water on each now, and now it sat next to you as you yourself were sat with Bucky’s jacket around your shoulders. James Barnes was a great guy, charming and cordial, turning 18 that day. He didn’t have much family besides you and your friend from school Steve Rogers, but, as Bucky often said, “You’re easier on the eyes than ol’ Stevie.” 
You lit the lighter with ease, shielding the little flame with your body, and you successfully lit the candle and stuck it into the top of the cake. “Make a wish, Buck,” you said, offering him the cake. “But you can’t tell me what it is, remember.” 
“Well, why not?” Bucky scoffed. “I wanna tell you what my wish is.”
“‘Cause it won’t come true, whacky,” you giggled. “Blow out your candle before it drips wax onto your cake.” 
Bucky looked at you for a long moment, his blue eyes reflecting the orange of the setting sun, and he finally rounded his pink lips and blew out the candle in one strong, swift breath. The smoke curled upwards and you plucked it out of the cake, and you smiled at the bit of white frosting that got on your finger. “Happy birthday, baby,” you said, swiping the tip of his nose with the frosting, and he laughed. “I hope it’s a good one.” 
“It’s the best one yet,” Bucky said. “Besides the inaugural one, of course.” 
“I wish I could’ve gotten you something more than a stupid cake,” you mumbled. 
“No, I love it,” Bucky insisted. “It’s really tasty; you worked hard on it.” With that, he scooped up the bit of frosting from his nose and offered his finger to you, and you licked up the frosting. 
“Well, I’m glad you enjoy it,” you replied, straightening your posture. “C’mon, eat up. My curfew is at nine.” 
Bucky began to eat the cake with his fingers, offering you bits every so often. The car radio was playing just loud enough for you two to hear, and, even with Bucky’s jacket, you found yourself scooting closer and closer to him. You loved him. This wasn’t typical puppy love. You could see yourself baking Bucky vanilla sponge cakes for years to come. Even though he always told you that there was no chance he’d be sent over, you imagined sending him a letter with the recipe so that, at the very least, he could think of you. 
Finally, the box was empty, and Bucky laid back onto the hod, sucking bits of crumbs from his fingers. “Thanks for that, doll,” he said, and you cuddled up into his side. His arms were behind his head, and you settled your head in his underarm. It smelled so much like him and was so ridiculously warm, and you melted into him fully. “I loved it. I love you.”
“I love you too,” you whispered, and you pressed a chaste kiss to his arm. “I love this.”
“This?” Bucky asked. 
You shrugged and pressed your hand to his chest. “Just being here with you,” you said softly. “I never want it to end.”
Bucky sighed, and he leaned to kiss your head. “Me too,” he whispered. A few quiet moments passed, and you looked up to meet his eyes. “Can you promise me something, dollface?” 
“Anything,” you agreed. 
“We’ll spend every birthday together,” Bucky said. “Even if we’re apart, you’ll send me letters and all. I’ll do the same for your birthday too.” 
You nodded, and you clasped Bucky’s big hand in your little one. “Deal,” you whispered. “As long as I can make you cakes.” 
“I can’t bake worth shit,” Bucky chuckled. “You’ll have to teach me.” 
“I’d love to do that, Bucky,” you told him. 
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March 10, 1942
“Look at you,” you cooed. “All gussied up. What’s the occasion, Sarge?” 
Bucky threw his arms around your waist and spun you around, earning him a squeal. He wore his dress uniform, his tie done perfectly and belt cinched around his jacket. His shoes were shiny and his hair gelled and combed, his face clean-shaven. He smelled like the aftershave you had gotten him for Christmas. There was an obvious occasion, and you figured that it was something more than his 25th birthday. “I wanted to take my dame out to dinner,” Bucky said, turning you so that your back pressed against his front. “Is that allowed, Mrs. Barnes?” 
You giggled as Bucky snuffled his mouth into your neck. “I guess so,” you huffed. “But it’s your birthday! I should be doing something for you!” 
“You let me have dessert for breakfast,” Bucky laughed. Then, he kissed your neck, and he added, “And then you gave me vanilla sponge cake afterwards. You’ve done plenty for me, doll.”
“But it’s usually tradition for the birthday-haver to be the guest of honor,” you said. “And for you to be pleased. It doesn’t make sense that you do all the work today. That’s not how birthdays work.” 
“Well, dollface, that’s why I joined the Army, remember?” Bucky laughed. “Wanna help people, all that business?” 
“I thought it was to get away from me,” you giggled. 
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Right, because I joined the Army to get away from you and immediately turned around and married you to keep you around,” he scoffed. “You’re not thinking right, woman. What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m still fuzzy from this morning,” you admitted. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and drew you closer into him, and he took a deep breath from your neck, taking in the smell of your perfume and the powder you had used on your face. “You broke my brain, you and your stupid tongue.” 
“And my lips,” Bucky added cheekily. “Don’t forget that.”
“Oh, I didn’t,” you said. “Trust me, I won’t ever forget that. But don’t you agree?”
“Christ, woman!” Bucky laughed. “Let me take you to dinner! Why’re you fighting this so hard?” 
“I’m not fighting it!” you said quickly. “I’m just saying that it’s not how it’s usually done!”
“Well, we don’t do things the usual way, do we?” Bucky laughed. “Anyway, I think I like this better. Any day I don’t shower you with my love is a wasted day.”
“You’re corny,” you laughed. 
“But you love it,” Bucky said, and you shrugged. 
“Tolerate, more like,” you said, and Bucky laughed. The doorbell rang, interrupting the moment, and you said, “Finish getting ready, I’ll be right back.” 
“Don’t take too long, dollface,” Bucky said, knocking your chin lightly with his finger. “I already miss you.” 
You wrestled yourself from Bucky’s grip and went to the door, and you opened it wide to see a man dressed like your Bucky. Older and stern, he struck a sense of fear and apprehension into you. “Is this the home of Sergeant James B. Barnes?” he asked in a thick voice. 
“Yes,” you replied. 
“Is Sergeant Barnes around?” the man asked. 
You swallowed thickly. You already knew what this man’s presence meant. You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let the man in, and you called, “Bucky, sweetheart! You’ve got a visitor!” 
“Is it Stevie?” Bucky called from the depths of the apartment.
“No, it’s…” you started. “Just come here, James.” 
Bucky appeared at light speed. You never called him James, not even on the day that you had gotten married. He was your Bucky. As soon as he spotted the Army man at your side, his body went rigid, and he gave the man a salute. “At ease, Sarge,” the older man said. “You two seem in good spirits.” 
“It’s…” Bucky began and cleared his throat. His stance relaxed, and his arm slid carefully around your waist. “It’s my birthday, sir. We were on our way to dinner.” 
“Might have to cancel that reservation,” the Army man rumbled. “The 107th is being called to Germany.” 
Your heart sank, and you couldn’t control the tears that stung your eyes. Bucky’s jaw flexed tightly as he absorbed the information, and he sighed heavily. “When do we leave?” he asked slowly. 
“In the morning,” Bucky’s superior said. “The planes ship out at oh-five-hundred.” 
Even under Bucky’s arm, the room felt cold. The trumpet on the radio sounded so distant, and you heard the two men having a conversation behind a veil of disbelief. Bucky had promised you that he wouldn’t get sent overseas. He said the 107th didn’t do that. He had promised you. He had fucking promised you. You broke out of his grip and escaped into the kitchen, and your gaze focused on the cake that sat on the counter. A piece was taken from it, the slice that you had allowed him for breakfast, and the cake itself was housed in a pretty glass cover that your mother had bought you as a wedding present. The candle was still stuck into the top of it, the tip burnt black and curled up. 
“Y/N,” you heard from the door, and you turned to see your husband. His face was pale, his blue eyes as dark as the ocean, and he chewed his bottom lip. “Doll, I--”
“There’s nothing you can say to make this better,” you whispered. “You have to go. It’s what it is. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you.” You turned back quickly, sniffling and trying to hide your tears, and you added, “Your bag’s in the spare room. I think your nametag’s in the box in our closet, I can check if you need me to.” 
Suddenly, his strong arms were around you, holding you to his chest. Bucky didn’t say a word. The material of his dress uniform was itchy against your skin and you could only imagine what it felt like for him, and your knees buckled. The tears came, hot and burning your cheeks, and a sob wrecked your throat. “You promised me,” you whimpered. “You fucking promised me, you bastard! You said that the 107th doesn’t get sent over, you fucking lied to me!”
“I was trying to protect you!” Bucky said, his voice rising to match yours. “You would’ve made yourself sick with all your worrying about when I’d be sent overseas, and I didn’t want that for you!” 
You broke yourself from his grip, and you sniffled up your tears as best as you could. Even if your heart wasn’t crushed, you cried when you were angry, so tears were bound to happen no matter what. “So you lied to me instead?” you asked. “What the fuck’s the matter with you, Bucky? I’ve never lied to you, and I only expected the same from you; I didn’t expect for you to lie about something so fucking big! Jesus Christ, I can’t stand the sight of you.” 
“Doll, please, listen to me,” Bucky said, grabbing your arm. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” 
Bucky was bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you. He had a tough skin and an even tougher heart from years of neglect and rejection. But you were his weakness. He cried when you did, laughed when you did, kissed you harder when you kissed him. There was no doubt in your mind that he loved you, but your heart burned with acidic hate. “Get out,” you said. “If you’re gonna leave in the morning, I don’t see why you need to stick around here any longer.” 
“Y/N!” Bucky cried. “Darling, please settle down!”
“If you’re so keen on leaving, then do it,” you said, wrenching your arm from his grip. “And don’t call me darling. Don’t call me doll, don’t call me nothing. You gave that up when you lied to me for years! Our entire relationship! You were already enlisted when we met! You have literally lied to me every day for seven years! What else are you lying to me about? What else are you keeping from me?” 
“Nothing!” Bucky said. “Christ, you need to settle down, please. I know you’re upset, but do you really think leaving things like this will make you feel better?”
“It’ll make me feel something,” you whispered. “Something other than missing you. Go stay with Steve or whatever, I just… I just don’t want to fall asleep next to you, and then wake up and not have you there. I… I wanna say goodbye.” 
Bucky took a tentative step towards you, then pulled you close to him. His eyes were watery as he looked at your face, and he swiped away your makeup with his thumb. He smiled wistfully, every single memory of you that he had shooting through his brain as quickly as they could manage, and he said, “Then don’t. I’m coming back, my love. I promise you. And I’m not keeping anything from you. All my cards are on the table here, doll. I’m coming back for you.” 
You two devised a plan. You and Bucky would go to bed, but he would wake you up when he did, and you would get a goodbye. You helped him pack his bag according to regulation, and you carefully slipped in a picture that your mother had taken on your wedding day. You sat in the middle, veil over your hair, flowers still fresh, with Steve Rogers next to you. You were about an inch taller than him in the picture, but you both were smiling. The bride and the best man. You knew that Bucky needed to be reminded of his brother as much as he was reminded of you. 
When the alarm rang shrilly in the morning, you watched from the bed as Bucky got up and dressed in his uniform. An olive green that complimented his skin, his boots tied around his ankle, and his silver dog tags buried under his collar. He turned to you, silent, crying, and he moved back to the bed. You still wore your nightgown, and Bucky took the lacy hem in his fingers and sighed. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered. 
Your arms went around his neck and tugged him in, and he buried his face in your neck. You caressed his head as he cried, and you tried to hug him as tightly as he had hugged you. “I’ll miss you more,” you whispered back. Your chest hurt with the urge to cry, but even the notion of it made you feel sick to your stomach. “I love you so much, Bucky.” 
“When I get home,” Bucky said. “I’m gonna hold you and never let you go.” 
“I’ll pencil it in,” you said through your tears.
As soon as the door shut, you pulled his pillow to your mouth, closed your teeth around it, and screamed. 
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March 10, 1943
Steve’s heart ached as he looked at the door. It was a normal apartment door, a little plaque with the number on it, above a peephole, but there was a little green ribbon held to the door with scotch tape. Bucky’s place. He remembered when Bucky had told him that you and him had gotten a place in the city. He was excited and said that he couldn’t wait for Steve to come over and see it. But that was before Bucky got sent to Germany. Before Steve joined Project Rebirth, before… Everything. He would be surprised if you recognized him right away. 
He knocked on the door. There was a thumping from inside the apartment, and he heard your voice say, “Motherfucker…” before the door opened. You looked good. Your skin was glowing, your hair was done, and you were even wearing makeup. Steve had always known you as very put together, but you were Bucky’s wife. You were beautiful to him. Confusion was etched across your face, and you slowly said, “Can I help you, sir?” 
Steve slowly took off his uniform hat. “You’re Mrs. Barnes?” he said, even though he knew the answer. There was a protocol to follow. The Army allowing him to be the one to deliver the news was enough of a breach. 
“Yes,” you said carefully. “Can I inquire as to who’s asking?” 
Steve cleared his throat. “Captain Steven Rogers,” he began, and your mouth dropped into a shocked look. “With the United States Army.”
“Stevie!” you cried, and you threw yourself at him. You knew that he had finally managed to join the Army and that he was sent to Germany as well, but you hadn’t had any correspondence with him. Bucky had stopped answering your letters and, while you feared the worst, you tried to keep your anxiety at bay. There was a reason, one that didn’t involve Bucky dying. There had to be. “Oh my God! You’re so… Big! I mean, I heard about the whole Project Rebirth thing and saw pictures of you, but… You’re taller than me now!”
Steve gripped you tightly. “I missed you too, Y/N,” he said softly. “Can I come in?” 
“Of course!” you exclaimed. “I mean, it’s just me and Alpine, but you’re always welcome here, Stevie. Can I make you a drink? There’s some cake in the kitchen…” 
Steve distantly listened to your chatter as he stepped into the apartment. It was warm and smelled like vanilla, and the walls were a pleasant beige with pictures. An official picture of Bucky hung in a nice frame right by the door, and Steve smiled at his best friend. “Cake?” he repeated suddenly, processing your words. 
“Yeah!” you replied. “Buck’s favorite birthday cake. I’ve made it for him every year and, even though he’s in Germany right now, it didn’t feel right not to make it, ya know?” 
Steve carefully sat down at the little wooden table in the kitchen, and he watched a fluffy white cat jump up to meet him. You served him a slice of cake on a pretty china plate, and you sat and buried your chin in your palm. “So what’s going on with you? Did you just get back?”
Steve couldn’t even bear to look at the cake. “No,” he said. “I have to go back in the morning.” 
“Oh,” you said, and your heart sank. “Is everything alright?” You pulled Alpine into your grip and gently stroked her back, and you watched Steve’s gaze falter between you and the cake. “Steve. Is something wrong?” 
Steve sighed, and his big shoulders sank. “A few months ago, Bucky and other soldiers in the 107th Infantry were taken as POWs. I led a team and we managed to rescue them. But then Bucky joined a squad that I was a part of, The Howling Commandos. As part of a mission with the Howlies, Bucky was--” 
“Stop,” you hissed. You set Alpine aside and stood up, and you pressed your knuckles to your mouth. You knew it. You knew that Stevie was too good to be true. He was there to deliver bad news, the worst news for a military wife to be told. You sighed and hung your head, and you whispered, “Is there a body, at least?” 
The chair creaked as Steve stood up, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. “We couldn’t locate one,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 
You sniffled. “An empty casket,” you mumbled. “An empty home, empty promises… Steve. Is there any hope that he’s alive? Even, like, infinitesimal? Even one percent?” 
Steve shook his head, blond bangs falling onto his forehead. “He fell from a train, Y/N,” he said carefully. “We couldn’t recover a body. If he is alive, then… I think that would be worse. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 
Your legs felt weak, and you braced yourself on the table. Bucky was dead. Your greatest fear had been realized. “What do we do, Stevie?” you whispered. 
“We?” Steve asked. 
“He was your brother,” you said softly. “He had you when he had nobody else. I think you’re more important to him than me.”
“That’s not true,” Steve said simply. “I chose him, but he chose you. He chose you to live the rest of his life with. He was stuck with me.” 
You felt like a ghost as you walked into the living room and sat on the floor. You stared at everything, letting the silence gather around you. The coffee table was still crooked from where Bucky had last sat on the couch; his legs were longer and he always pushed it back to rest his feet. You fussed at him about it, but you didn’t actually mind it all that much. His favorite record was still on the player, playing empty static from when it had ended and you hadn’t flipped it over. Alpine had made a nest out of blankets on the couch, and you tilted your head when you saw that one of them was one that Bucky had made you. He was rather adept at knitting and had made it with yarn he had smuggled back to base, and it came in a package postmarked from Germany. You had referred to it as Bucky’s German blanket, but it was soft and smelled like him. You imagined him sleeping with the unfinished scraps every night. He was gone. He wouldn’t ever put his feet on the coffee table again. He wouldn’t ever get up with a grunt to flip his record and sweep you into his arms and dance with you. 
Steve came to sit next to you, and he put a heavy arm over your shoulders. “I managed to nab this from his stuff,” he began, clasping his hand with yours. “Figured you’d want it. He took it off before missions because he said he didn’t want it to get messed up, and it stayed with his bag. It takes forever to out-process a soldier’s personal belongings, and I… I knew you’d want it sooner rather than later.” 
A gold ring. The one you had put on Bucky’s finger that day. The wedding was beautiful for what it was. It wasn’t big by any means, just you and Bucky, Steve, and your mother. Your mother provided the veil and Bucky the rings, and Steve had picked a few flowers from his neighbors’ garden box. You had elected to get married at the courthouse rather than a church, and you remembered Bucky being flushed and giggling the entire time. You still wore your gold rings; you never took them off. 
You grasped Steve’s hand and gave him a watery smile. “Thanks, Stevie,” you whispered, and your tears finally fell. “It means a lot.” 
“You’ll see him again,” Steve told you. “I know you will.” 
You sighed and held the ring tightly in your palm. “I hope so.” 
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March 10, 2023
The breeze was cold as it drifted off of the lake, and Bucky nestled further into his jacket. He was sure there was some level of impropriety to wearing a leather jacket to a funeral, but it was a last minute thing. He didn’t want to come. He felt like he was disrespecting Tony by being there, but Steve had talked him into it. The jacket was the only black thing he owned that covered his arm. 
“You sure you wanna go?” Sam asked again, and Steve scoffed. “I mean… There’s so much here.” 
“You know that’s a lie,” Bucky laughed. “There’s nothing here for Stevie.” 
“Or Bucky,” Steve added. “We’re not from here, Wilson. Not really, anyway. We belong… Somewhere else. Sometime else.” 
Sam nodded slowly. He knew that it was true. Steve and Bucky were better off back in the 1940s. “Buck,” he started. “Just… Be good to her.” 
Bucky turned to Sam. “Who?” he asked, even though he knew exactly who Sam was talking about. He had never once mentioned his wife to Sam, and he knew that Steve wasn’t one to tell. Any artifact that Bucky had of you had been lost to Hydra or time, and the only concrete thing he had was a little newspaper clipping that he kept tucked away: your name, listed in the obituary section. You were nearly a hundred when you were dusted five years ago. Bucky had Washington DC the first chance he had and had hunted down your name on the memorial. Y/N Barnes. Two simple words that had the weight of the universe crashing down on Bucky’s shoulders. Apparently, you had never remarried. You never had children. You had lived as a social worker, helping kids in the system go to good homes, and Bucky knew that he had chosen a good one 88 years ago.
“You say a woman’s name when you sleep sometimes,” Sam said. “Y/N… That’s why you’re going back, right? To see her?”
Even the sound of your name brought a smile to Bucky’s tired face. “Who told you that you could talk to me about my love life?” he asked, even though he was laughing and smiling now. “We’re work partners, remember? We’re not friends.” 
“Right, right,” Sam laughed, kicking a rock with his boot. “Just don’t do anything stupid while you’re gone. Neither of you. I don’t trust the two of you together… All kinds of shenanigans.” 
Bucky smiled at Steve. “How can we?” he asked. 
“You’re taking all the stupid with you,” Steve said, throwing a smile to Sam. “Be good, Wilson. Maybe get a hobby.”
“I hear knitting’s pretty nice,” Bucky said, and he took Steve’s hand to assist in climbing onto the platform. 
“Or baking,” Steve added. 
“Oh, man, I could do with a slice of cake,” Bucky chuckled. 
“Give it ten minutes,” Steve said. “You’ll get your birthday cake.” 
“Whoa, birthday?” Sam said. “Is it your birthday, Buck?”
“Don’t answer that,” Bucky snapped. 
“Jerk,” Steve mumbled. 
“Punk.” 
The sound of the machinery began to whir, and Sam called, “Happy birthday, old man!” 
And they were gone. 
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March 10, 1949
You flitted around the apartment, stepping quickly to avoid the little grey kittens all over the floor. As much as you tried to keep them corralled in one place, kittens did what they wanted. The sun coming through the window kept the kitchen floor warm, and Alpine and her babies were often found lounging on the warm tiles. 
“Christ above, Jefferson, look at the mess you’ve made!” you exclaimed, bending down and picking up the little kitten. Jefferson was the second of five kittens, and he was the most rambunctious of the group. He was the one to skitter around the apartment at three with a sudden zest for life and, as cute as it was, it made your sleep schedule hell. The little kitten had wet food all over his face, and you quickly wiped him clean with the corner of your dress. “Need to get you a bib, you little wild man.” 
The doorbell rang, and a firm knock landed on the door simultaneously. “Coming!” you called, then, quieter, you said to Jefferson, “They really wanna see me, huh?” 
You kept Jefferson under your arm as you traipsed to the door, and you knew that Monroe and Buren were right underfoot; they always were. You could hardly walk anywhere without the risk of smushing a kitten. You really needed to get started on adopting these fellas out, but something about being the crazy widowed cat lady at the end of the hall seemed to suit you. The knock came again, harder, threatening to bust the door in two, and you huffed in annoyance. “I said I’m coming!”
You opened the door and pushed Monroe and Buren away with your foot. Little escape artists, they were. “Can I help you?” you asked, looking up to the man that stood there. 
He was familiar, but so distant. He had long, dark hair tied back, wrinkles around his eyes from exhaustion, dark hair around his mouth. He was all muscle underneath a buttoned shirt, and your eyes canvassed the weird shining metallic sleeve over his left arm. His mouth was slightly open as he looked at you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Hello?” you asked, raising your eyebrows expectantly. “Do you need anything?” 
“Y/N…” he started, and your body ran cold. “It… It’s you.” 
You quickly set Jefferson on the floor, and you closed the door behind you to prevent kittens from spilling into the hall. “James?” you whispered, your voice cracking. “You… Are you real?” 
Bucky laughed lightly, and he took your hand. He looked down at it, still wearing your rings, and he laughed again. “Oh, dollface,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your face. You flinched away from the sting against your cheek, and Bucky quickly pulled his left hand away. “You’re as pretty as the day I left you.” 
“Buck…” you said softly. “I can’t even begin to… How? I was told that you… You died, Bucky. How are you here?” 
“I’ll tell you, doll,” Bucky said. “I’ll tell you everything.” 
Bucky looked around the apartment as he stepped in, his eyes skating in wonderment. “Looks the same,” he said softly. 
“I couldn’t bear to change it too much,” you said softly. “Oh, umm, the white cat’s named Alpine, and all the others…” You gestured to the kittens littered around the room. “Jefferson, Monroe, Buren, Polk, and Pierce… I can’t tell them apart, really. Jefferson is the energetic one, and Monroe and Buren are always underfoot, but the rest--”
Bucky kissed you. You melted into his body, the way you always had, and you tugged him close by his hair and kissed back. You had missed him. Seven years was a hell of a long time to miss someone. You had almost forgotten the feel of his body against yours. He smelled just like himself, sounded like himself, and looked like himself (maybe a bit worse for wear than the last time you saw him, actually). “Bucky,” you whispered, and his arm went around your waist and pulled you against him even closer. His touch and grip was rougher than before, but that was war, you supposed. “Bucky, I just--”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry, doll. I got here as fast as I could.”
“I don’t need an excuse, love,” you told him. You had forgotten the way he looked at you, his blue eyes gazing at you like you had fixed the stars in his likeness, and you felt like the silly little girl back in high school who had a crush on a senior. “I don’t need anything.”
“Just me,” Bucky whispered. 
“Just you,” you agreed. You sighed and kissed him again, and your heart swelled. Your Bucky was finally home. “Actually, I do wanna know about--”
“The arm?” Bucky asked. 
“The hair,” you finished, twirling a dark strand around your finger. “But, yeah, I’m curious about the arm too.” 
“It’s a long story,” Bucky sighed. 
“‘Long’ as in ‘there’s a lot of moving parts’?” you asked. 
“‘Long’ as in ‘I’ve waited for 81 years to get you back’,” Bucky said, and he pushed your hair behind your ear with a deft metal finger. “‘Long’ as in ‘I was kidnapped by Nazis and frozen for decades’. ‘Long’ as in I traveled back in time to get you’. ‘Long’ as in… Just fucking long, doll. It’s gonna take me a while to tell the story.” 
Your mind was whirling, and you pulled him down to the couch. “So, you fought Nazis and time to get to me?”
Bucky shrugged slowly. “I mean, that’s a vast oversimplification, but, essentially, yeah.” 
You smiled. “You’re gonna need to explain this real slow,” you laughed. “I’ve never been as smart as you.” 
The smile that you had coveted for years was back. “You’re selling yourself short there,” Bucky said. “You’re the best girl I know. You’re my best girl, ya know that? The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” 
After years of crying tears of sorrow, your tears were of happiness. You were smiling and laughing, kissing Bucky and tasting his own salty tears. “Happy birthday, Buck,” you whispered. 
“Did you make a cake?” Bucky asked. 
You nodded. “Of course. Your favorite: vanilla sponge.”
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Welcome to the 2021 Hot Pod Summer Exchange! Hot Pod Summer is a fic exchange challenge focused on Crooked Media podcast hosts, contributors to Crooked Media podcasts, real-life partners of pod hosts, and/or Crooked Media employees.
Rules:
You can nominate anyone who is a Crooked Media podcast host, a contributor to a Crooked Media podcast, any real-life partners of pod hosts, or any Crooked Media employees.
You can request between 3 and 6 relationships, and offer between 4 and 10 relationships.
Your assignment must be a complete textual story (no WIPs, please) of at least 1,500 words.
Your work must be archive locked so only registered users can access it.
How do I get in touch with the mods for this exchange? You can email us at [email protected]
Schedule
Nominations: April 30th-May 6th, 2021
Sign-ups open: May 7th, 2021 
Sign-ups close: May 16th, 2021 at 11:59PM EDT (what time is that for me?) 
Assignments go out: May 17th, 2021 
Default deadline: July 11th, 2021 at 11:59PM EDT
Assignments due: July 18th, 2021 at 11:59PM EDT (what time is that for me?)
Staggered reveals: July 25th-30th, 2021
Author reveals: August 5th, 2021
FAQ
Nominations
What can I nominate?
You can nominate relationships that include anyone associated with Crooked Media as a podcast host or contributor, a real-life partner of a pod host, or a Crooked Media employee.
A relationship can include two or more people. Please note that romantic relationships are denoted by / and platonic relationships are denoted by &. Thus, if you’d like to see a romantic story between person A and person B, you’d nominate that relationship as A/B. If you wanted to receive purely platonic fic without any romantic components, you’d nominate them as A&B. You can also combine & and / and nominate, for example, A/B & C, in which case A/B would be romantic and C would be a platonic part of the ship.
How do I nominate relationships for this exchange?
Go to the tag set! You're allowed to nominate up to 5 relationships during the nomination phase.
Sign-ups
How do sign-ups work?
On the collection page, find the button that says ‘Sign up’ and follow the prompts. You can request and offer any of the previously nominated relationships (no matter if you nominated them or not). You can request between 3 and 6 relationships for which you’d like to receive fic, and can offer to write between 4 and 10 relationships.
Do I have to write a letter to my author?
No, you do not have to write a letter to your author, though you are absolutely welcome to write a letter with optional details, prompts, or whatever else strikes your fancy. Leaving your author optional details in the sign-up field is not required either, but strongly encouraged. The details are optional, but some authors find it helpful to know what kind of story you’d like to receive, which tropes or prompts you’d really like to see written, or what your Do Not Wants (DNWs) are.
How does matching work?
The Hot Pod Summer exchange matches on relationships. Your assigned recipient will have requested at least one relationship that you offered to write. If you have entered optional details or DNWs in your AO3 sign-up boxes, these may also be taken into account when matching. Once matching is done, you will receive an email with your recipient’s AO3 username and their requests.
Assignments
What are the requirements for the story I’m writing?
Your story must feature at least one of the relationships requested by your recipient. It must also be a complete story (no “I’m posting chapter 1 now and other chapters later”, please!) of at least 1,500 words.
If I offered more than one ship that my recipient requested, which one do I write? If I want to write a ship they requested that I didn’t offer, am I allowed to do that?
As long as your story features at least one of the ships they requested, you’re good. If you offered more than one of their ships, which one you end up writing is totally up to you.
Is my assignment a secret?
Your assignment is a secret until authors are revealed. Please do not discuss the story you’re writing publicly, we all want to be surprised on reveals day. :) If you need to contact your recipient because you have a question about their sign-up or for whatever other reason, please do not contact them directly, even anonymously! Instead, email us at [email protected] and we will contact your recipient to ensure anonymity is maintained.
What if I can’t complete my assignment before the deadline?
Please reach out to us. We’re here to help, but we have to know if there’s a problem. We have a default deadline set for a week before assignments are due and while we understand that last-minute things can happen, it would really help mods with planning if we got a heads-up from you a week before your assignment is due if you think you won’t be able to turn in a story -- just hit the ‘default’ button on your My Assignments page if you need to. That way, we can send your assignment to a pinch hitter and ensure your recipient doesn’t go gift-less.
Am I guaranteed to receive a gift?
If you signed up for the exchange and turned in a story, you are guaranteed to receive a gift. If you default and your author does not, you will also receive a gift. If you default and your author defaults as well, you may not receive a gift, depending on availability of pinch hitters.
Can I make a fanmix/video/draw fanart instead of writing a story?
This is a writing exchange, so for your assignment, please stick to writing a story of at least 1,500 words. You’re welcome to add art, music, etc. to the story you wrote, but this is primarily a fanfiction exchange.
Can I write more than one story for my recipient?
Oh my god, you overachiever! :) Yes, you totally can. In that case, you’d post the extra gift as a treat, but you’re of course only asked to write one story.
What is a pinch hitter and how do I become one?
A pinch hitter fills in for somebody else who can’t complete their assignment and writes a story for that person’s recipient. A pinch hitter may be somebody who’s already participating in the exchange, but if you aren’t formally participating in the exchange and would like to pinch hit instead, you’re more than welcome to. If you’d like to pinch hit, please fill out the form any time after sign-ups begin (it will be linked here and/or posted on social media) or email us at [email protected].
Can I write treats?
YES. All requests will be made public after assignments go out and if you’re inspired by one (or more!) requests that aren’t your assignment, you’re welcome to write a little bonus story (=a treat) on top of your assignment for anybody else who signed up for the exchange. You may also write treats if you aren’t officially participating in the exchange. Treats do not have to fulfill the minimum word count and may be multimedia.
How do I find a beta reader for my story?
If you’d like another pair of eyes on your story before you publish it, you can email [email protected]. In the email, please tell us: the ship you’re writing, the word count of your story, and what kind of beta you need (for example: SPAG, structure, canon, special knowledge of [certain subject or matter], etc.) and we’ll try our best to connect you with someone to look it over for you, though we can’t guarantee it.
I would like to beta someone else’s story!
Great! Sign up using this form here and if anyone needs a beta, we may contact you with their request.
Posting
How do I post my assignment?
In the top right corner of AO3, where it says “Hi, [your username]”, select “My assignments” from the dropdown menu, find the Hot Pod Summer exchange and click “Fulfill”. You’ll be taken to a form where you can input your story, title, etc. Preview it, make sure it looks how you want it to, and click on Post. Your story will automatically post into the Hod Pod Summer collection as a gift to your recipient. It will remain unrevealed in the collection until an admin reveals it.
Can I edit my story after the deadline?
Yes, you can edit your story until it’s revealed, but please do not upload an unfinished story.
How do I post a treat?
Posting a treat works a little bit differently than posting your assignment. In order to post a treat, you have to visit the Hot Pod Summer collection page (you’re probably on it now if you’re reading this FAQ) and click “Post to collection”. This will take you to a posting form that has the collection name already filled in, so it’ll be posted in the right place. From there, fill in the AO3 name of your treat recipient manually and then input your title, story, etc., preview it to make sure it looks the way you want it to look, and then click on Post.
Story reveals
What are staggered reveals and why are you doing them?
Staggered reveals mean that we’re only publishing a small number of stories at a time every day, thus, you might get your gift on any day during the reveals period. We’re doing this so every story can get the attention it deserves and readers aren’t overwhelmed by a lot of stories dropping at the same time.
How do staggered reveals work?
We will email you the night before the story you wrote will go live (please check your email!). That way, you’ll have the chance to put that day’s date on your story and make sure it appears at the top of the collection once your story is revealed.
Do I have to comment on my gift?
Look, we can’t mandate it, but please comment on your gift. It’s the polite thing to do if somebody else took the time and effort to write a story for you. 
Any other questions?
Email us at [email protected] and one of us will get back to you.
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arikad0 · 2 years
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Maybe Juste for the ask thing?
First impression: pretty Belmont
Impression now: he's neat!!! I love that, unlike the other members of his family, he's less beefy and focuses on magic instead of raw strength. I also like how much he cares for Maxim and Lydie. he's a super cool character and a very underrated one at that. love him
Favourite moment: when Juste encounters a room in Dracula's castle, decides the vampire has absolutely no taste in decoration and redecorates the entire room himself. what a legend (this is such a common thing to reference when it comes to Juste but god this scenario is so funny)
Idea for a story: give me a story focusing on his feelings on Maxim leaving for two years. there's gotta be some angst there
Unpopular opinion: I don't really like the idea of him being Richter's dad. it's far more likely he's his grandfather given that HoD and RoB take place in the 18th century, a time period where people married and had children at fairly young ages. plus when you consider how important it is for the Belmonts specifically to have children, I don't think Juste would've waited until he was in his 40's to have a kid. the idea of him raising Richter anyways though,,,, 👀
Favourite relationship: his relationship with Maxim!!!! I love how close these two are and how important their friendship is to HoD's overall plot. and the whole thing with Juste wearing both of their friendship bracelets and that being the reason Maxim is able to regain control of himself,,, cheesy yet poetic cinema,,, (also belschine is the best Castlevania ship fight me)
Favourite headcanon: when Richter was born, Juste started using his magic to entertain him! like he made little ice creations, small and safe fire explosions in his hand, ect. also, like I said, I think the idea of him raising Richter is neat :)
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asscrasher · 2 years
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So a lot of one piece characters, but especially the main 9, have official correspondences from the shared author’s notes, most of which can be found on the wiki. We’re talking birthdays, which animal are they most like, favorite food and scent, and the main cast all have official colors. I noticed yesterday that the colors associated with each straw hat crew member correlates to a sephirot. Geburah and chesed are represented twice.
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I’ll use nami as an example. Her color is orange. She fights with a bow staff that is continually upgraded through out the series, starting with weird party magic tricks and then actual weather manipulation- a magic wand. She’s canonically one of the smartest characters in the series. She’s the ships navigator and her dream/goal is to be the first to map the entire planet, like a cartographer. She grows oranges on the ship, is obsessed with money, even known as the “cat burglar” and was introduced in the “orange island arc.” She fits the sphere of Hod perfectly.
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Hod, the orange sphere of Splendor. It correlates to the planet Mercury, which is relevant to the domains of language, travel, logic & reason, as well as money, merchants and thieves. All of these are relevant to Nami’s character and personal arc.
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Another quick example is Zoro. I’ll keep it simple this time: Zoro correlates to Netzach, the green sphere of Victory. It relates to Venus and rules over the concepts of emotion and their enduring attributes. Zoro fights to become the best swordsman in the world, a dream his late childhood friend shared with him. His goal is to achieve this for her, and in such, her memory -her presence- endures forever. Likewise, the way he endured Luffy’s suffering for him at the end of Thriller Bark continues this trend as well.
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enchanting-disaster · 3 years
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Hola friend !! Could you ship me with someone from Marvel universe ? Okay this is fun lol ! I'm she/her . Gender preference : male
Personality : so basically , I'm OFTEN considered cute and smart . I am basically I'm a mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Next , I'm an erudite in Divergent . So..... I am an extrovert . But i can be closed off / reserved in the beginning later I talk a lot . Okay , this is the thing that I'll tell you the small things like I saw this movie and laughed on this scene at this time , like very detailed .. but I won't tell anything big. I don't like / am not able to open up with my emotions . I don't even get them sometimes .
Be nice with me , you'll never get hurt , but hurt me once , and I'm going to literally be vindictive towards you forever . If I trust someone , I expect them to maintain it . I sometimes don't even open up with my parents. I'm very private person lol . You might know a lot about me but very less about my feelings . I don't show them . I get hurt easily but I'll hide it pretty well . Very protective of family and friends( who are worth it) . Rest of me is known to you I guess lol .
Hobbies : very weird if you ask me . Swordfighting , dancing , writing , reading , horseriding (haven't tried it yet :() , researching .
Hates : fake people , people who take small things very seriously (not getting offended but if they are over-sensitive or stuff , sorry I'm out) , people who be over dramatic .
Fav subjects : Math (recently okay) , Science (at times) .
A tip about me : I'm very patient and understanding if you're worth it . But I can get jealous if you don't give me time and I HATE IT when someone tries to boast or be fake .
Okay, I’ll try. I’ll do a romantic relationship and if you’d like I could try a best friend, I don’t know. Thanks for the info though.
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Loki Odinson!
All that closed off with your emotions immediately reminded me of Loki.
You said if someone hurts you you would become vindictive towards that person, that really reminded me of Loki and his hatred for Odin. He was vindictive towards him for the pain he caused Loki during his childhood.
Slytherins tend to be cunning and resourceful and Loki is just like that. He’ll find a way to do anything if he really wants to and the two of you together I’m sure could do anything if you put your minds together.
Slytherins also tend to be ambitious. Ambition is a great trait to have, but ambition can also be someone’s downfall as it is Loki’s in the first Thor movie and the first Avengers movie. Loki wanted to rule, but he only got as far as he did from unexpected circumstances and things happening by chance. His eagerness to rule overshadowed any careful planning that he should’ve taken. But again ambition is also a good trait because he was determined to rule no matter what. Which he got in the second Thor movie after he learned from his mistakes and planned ahead. I could see a determined team between the two of you.
Loki also seems like the type that when he loves you and I mean really loves you, he love whole heartedly, there are no take backs, there are no doubts, he just loves you entirely. Seems perfect for you.
Loki also needs patience to let you in, he needs someone who will be patient with him when he messes up and will be patient with him because he needs time to let you in fully.
Loki also does not like those who are fake.
Seeing as Loki is the Hod of Mischief it’s not a stretch to think that he has pulled many pranks and also hates it when people take his pranks very seriously and not as the hut of fun as he means.
Loki is most definitely the jealous type since he’s been overlooked most of his life, by Odin, a man he cared deeply for. So, for you to show anyone even a fraction of a similar affection that you do him would probably make him jealous. But I feel like the two of you would work together to help understand that you trust each other and would never hurt each other by going off with someone else. That yo I two would help each other keep you jealousy in check.
You like to sword fight and Loki being a prince would know how, that would probably lead to some intense sparring sessions.
You like to dance and Loki has been taught how to dance for royal gatherings. Loki would know more formal ball room dancing while you would probably know more modern dancing and the idea of the two of you teaching the other seems so adorable to me. Loki would most definitely teach you how to Waltz as long as you promise to teach him modern dancing.
Loki has a flair for drama as anyone can see. And you also have a flair for the dramatics, that would lead to some very dramatic goodbyes if he has to go somewhere without you traveling with him there.
Loki would most definitely teach you magic because just like Thor he believes that magic is just science that humans do not understand and that it’s the same thing.
Gryffindors tend to be chivalrous, and Loki is a prince he’d obviously be well adversed in the subject of chivalry.
And Gryffindors are also determined bringing me back to my point about ambition.
So, what do you think? I had to search up the Hogwart houses for traits lol.
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ciitrinitas · 1 year
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G I Z M O (for the ask meme i'm not just randomly yelling that)
i mean, i wouldn't judge you if you did just want to randomly yell your cat's name at me in all caps. i'd welcome it. i love gizmo. i want to go to bizmo school.
but! for this meme!
G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it.
this is really tricky because i can think of a few candidates...which honestly tracks given how prone i am to having like a dozen active otps at a time because no one can stop me. i think i was really into miroku/sango from inuyasha, and then for awhile, axel/roxas from kingdom hearts made my brain buzz. the latter was my first slash ship i can recall having, and hysterically, i only like it now as very one sided from axel's end. i don't think i'd be as warm to miroku/sango these days, as well, lmao.
sakura/syaoran from tsubasa was also very big in my middle-schooler heart! that being my entry point for clamp is still a choice i made! i wrote a not-very-good inuyasha fic that ripped off tsubasa's plot.
main ff couples from the ps1 and ps2 era are also possible contenders! squall/rinoa, zidane/garnet, and tidus/yuna are all very cute still.
I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why.
not for ones i already liked, but it has soured me on fandoms i didn't have much interest in already. if i can be more specific to fandoms around ships, then weird anti behavior knocked me out of komahina for awhile (just...weird discourse about whether it would be ableist to have komaeda like bdsm or something??? it was dumb enough that i cartwheeled away), and i fell out of love with tododeku because so many of its shippers ragged on bakudeku which i had grown to like. (99% of my interest in bnha these days is bkdk lmao.)
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged).
HOD/YESOD MAKES SENSE, I SWEAR. YOU JUST NEED TO OPEN YOUR HEART. SHE CAN MAKE HIM WORSE. SHE CAN GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS WITH THE BEST OF THEM. okay, not really...since like...hod, but she can make him worse, i swear to you. i normally don't end up shipping anything too cracky since it can take initial interaction and themes and whatever to get me invested in a ship, but god...sometimes i talk myself into bullshit... someone please give me energy and motivation to write so i can convince the world that hod/yesod is real... i will vibrate out of my skin if either of them mentions each other... i don't care about the context. just hod saying his name or him saying her name...amore...
M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you).
thancred/urianger is Okay because it removes thancred from being around women and infecting them with bad writing. urianger is taking one for the team. i know this isn't really nice i'm sorry i thought of it and then the salt just came pouring out yes im still fucking livid about ryne's writing
O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of.
setting my library to shuffle aaaand...after glow by foals. a bamchel song tbh. <3 i mean, everything is a bamchel song if i try hard enough, but this is an easy bamchel song.
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