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Ace Lesbian Archer Queens Aesthetic for Anonymous by Mod Taylor <3

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Robin "Free Dad Hugs" Hood accompanying Curious Archer to pride. Send me OUAT pride moodboard requests.

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Explore the Abyss with Me? -Unleash the Archers

So I have a new special-interest of late, and it’s frustrating in that unlike most of my special interests its fairly niche, and there’s basically no fan-content…I’m not trying to be all, “look I’m so cool, I like this thing that no-one else does!”, it’s more that it’s not the sort of thing that fans usually create content for…Because it’s a heavy metal album you see…

Abyss by Unleash the Archers has become my latest obsession of late, and not just because its bloody good music. No, what I’m obsessed with and currently having an Autistic fixation with is the story that the album tells, and the way it does this through both lyrics and music. Abyss follows on from their previous album Apex to tell what I’ve found to be a really emotional story of self-discovery, hope and destiny, and I find myself vividly imagining scenes with the music and head cannons between some of the characters, etc… This is the sort of fan-passion that makes me really want to share this obsession with my friends and mutuals, however like I said there’s not exactly much fan-content…If I was better at drawing, I’d absolutely attempt to make some animatics for the songs, but that’s not a project for an amateur artist to tackle…

So instead I’ve decided to start simple and create some cool moodboards and image collages to go with each song, along with lyrics that resonate strongly with me, and a brief description of the plot and story as the album goes along in order. Each song flows into one another and tells a 1-hour epic story that is really made to be enjoyed together in order, however each song is also a lovely, distinct banger to be honest. I hope that at least some of you will come on this journey with me and see why I’m so enthralled by Unleash the Archers’ breathtaking masterpiece. I’m also going to be linking to each song, and I sincerely hope that at least some people give them a listen as well- the lead singer has one hell of a voice and fantastic lungs, and every member of the band is incredibly talented. I understand that metal isn’t for everyone though (its not like too heavy-screamo I will say, its fucking gorgeous instrumental metal), and so I wanted to be able to tell and share the story without music as well. Or at least, to make people curious enough to try listening to a few songs even if it isn’t their usual style.

So please, indulge me and my current obsession, and explore Abyss with me? I’ll be using the hashtag #obsessed with abyss if you would prefer to avoid these posts for absolutely any reason (that’s your prerogative and I won’t be offended at all), or if you want to find them easily. One final note – I super recommend following the plot through the lyrics as you go, as sometimes the music can bury these awesome and powerful lines a bit (I’ll put full lyrics under the cut in each post).

Please remember that of course, this is my own, personal interpretation of the plot and characters! Let’s jump right into Abyss!

Songs:  Waking Dream Abyss Through Stars Legacy Return to Me Soulbound Faster Than Light The Wind That Shapes the Land Carry the Flame Afterlife

[buckybarnesbingo]

BBB Week 26 Roundup

You wanna hear something disturbing?  There are TWELVE WEEKS LEFT in this round of the BBB!  AMAZING AND FRIGHTENING.

And you get the very first whisper of this news... next weekend (October 17th) we will be having another Discord party!  More info to come about that...

Title: On the watch Collaborator: Menatiera Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - BAMF Bucky Ship: background Stuckony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Winter on a mission, Bucky and Winter are separate personalities, happy ending Summary: The Winter Soldier takes his missions seriously. This Mark shouldn't cause any troubles. And then he does. Word Count: 3427

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Title: The One Death Left Behind Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 – “Dyin’ ain’t so bad.” Ship: None Rating: Teen Major Tags: assassination, death, introspection, angst Summary: Bucky Barnes has had just about every kind of experience with death that there could possibly be. Except one. Word Count: 850

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Title: Making Waves Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Arranged Marriage Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Creature fic, octoBucky & merTony, allusions to sex & public sex Summary: Tony and Bucky come up with an unconventional plan to escape Tony's arranged marriage. Word Count: 1106

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Title: Reveal on skin Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B3 - Team dynamics Ship: Stuckony Rating: Gen Major Tags: cursed!Tony, moodboard Summary: Moodboard and summary. Villain of the Week casts a curse on Tony to “reveal his true nature on his skin”. Instead of horrors, though, Tony’s hands start to resemble the night sky with thousands of stars. Word Count: 363

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Title: Art: Fireworks Collaborator: dreaminglypeach Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - star watching Ship: Stucky Rating: Ten Major Tags: pre-war, pre-serum Steve, fireworks, fluff, art Summary: Steve and Bucky and fireworks

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Title: Sight Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - [picture of Steve and Bucky standing next to each other] Ship: Stuckony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, retired!steve, blind!steve, happy!steve Summary: Steve goes blind and retires - much to his boyfriends Tony’s and Bucky’s bafflement. Word Count: 222

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Title: air and space Collaborator: plutosrose Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - Mistaken Identity Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Identity Issues, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Memory, Smithsonian, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Whumptober 2020, alt. 9 memory loss Summary: “He was smaller,” he breathed to himself, forgetting for a brief moment that one of the cardinal rules of any mission was to make sure that he didn’t make any noise.-A man visits the Smithsonian. Word Count: 2027

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Title: Is It Better to Have Loved and Lost? Collaborator: Purple_ducky00 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B4 - Rescue Mission Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Graphic Violence, Torture, Gore(?), Kidnapping, Not Really Character Death (assumed), Angst, Hopeful Ending Summary: Tony was kidnapped, and Bucky goes to rescue him. It doesn't all go according to plan this time. Word Count: 846

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Title: The Curious Witch and the Cursed Wolf - Chapter 1: A Man and A Wolf Collaborator: riotwritesthings Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - AU: medieval/fantasy Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: fantasy AU, witch!Tony, wolf!Bucky, fairytale vibes, Non-graphic injury Summary: Once upon a time there was a man, and a wolf. They both went into the forest looking for different things, and instead they found each other. Word Count: 1288

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Title: Breaking Free Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - AU: Supervillain Ship: None Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Supervillain, podfic included, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes Summary: Bucky breaks free of Hydra before the movies. Hydra tells the world he is the villain. Word Count: 419

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Title: To Love Every Peace Of You Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Kink: BODY WORSHIP Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Angst and Fluff, Body Worship (Kink), Clowns, Idiots In Love, mentioned PTSD Summary: James Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark have been together for several months. But somehow they haven't gotten intimate in bed yet. Some miscommunication could be the reason for it. Oh, and Tony's birthday is around the corner, meaning James needs to come up with a present. Thankfully, the villain of the week gives him the perfect idea. Word Count: 4080

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Title: To Be Warm Collaborator: darter-blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Huddling for Warmth Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Fluff, Huddling for Warmth, Sharing a bed, Getting Together Summary: It's cold. Like, ridiculously cold. And Bucky is awake - partly because his brain just won't shut off tonight, and partly because the comforter, the blanket, the other blanket and the three pairs of socks he's wearing are just not enough to keep the cold out. Bucky hates the cold. Back living with Steve and finding his way to recovery, Bucky just wants to be warm... and it just so happens that the warmest place in the apartment is in Steve's bed - right up next to Steve, the human furnace... But does Bucky have it in him to crawl in next to Steve and borrow some of that warmth? Will Steve let him? Will it turn out that Steve has wanted Bucky there all along? For my Bucky Barnes Bingo Square: K1/ Huddling for warmth Word Count: 1015

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Title: in the woods somewhere Collaborator: nightwideopen Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Bucky/Natasha/Clint Ship: Bucky/Natasha/Clint Rating: Mature Major Tags: several mentions of death & suicidal ideation/attempts, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Past Character Death, Magical Realism, Dark Fairy Tale Elements Summary: The only thing Clint cares about is the aching sadness in his bones that won't go away, and that one way or another, the witch can help him.And if that means feeding him to a feral snarling beast, then so be it. Word Count: 2271

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Title: Emotional Complications - Chapter 1 Collaborator: TiBun Link: AO3 Square Filled: - Major Injuries Ship: Steve/Bucky/Clint Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Major Character Death, violence, ABO, explicit sexual content Summary: Clint was hurting. He'd lost the love of his life, and suddenly life wasn't something he wanted to participate in as he kept himself locked away from the outside world. Steve hated seeing Clint like that and reached out, hoping to be enough to help the archer experience some of the good in life once more. Neither of them ever expected to see Bucky again. Word Count: 8709

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Title: Modify, Babe. Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Kink: BODY MODEFICATION Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: DARK, not cap friendly, not avengers friendly, Rhodey is a good bro, Pepper is a good bro, Bucky POV,  Body Modification (Kink) Summary: Word Count:

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Title: After a Long Day Collaborator: saganarojanaolt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - Lingerie Kink Ship: None Rating: Mature Major Tags: art, nsfw Summary: Bucky art

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Title: Stop Me if You've Heard This One Before Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Vulnerability Ship: pre-Bucky/Tony/Steve Rating: Teen Major Tags: Anxiety, Angst (with a happy ending) Summary: An artist, a super-soldier, and a billionaire walk into a bar - you haven't heard this one yet, have you? Tony Stark, recently divorced dad, head of Stark Industries' R&D department, and Iron Man, has been lonely. Rhodey's the best co-parent anyone could ask for, but he's moving on... and Tony's lonely. Bucky Barnes was pulled out of the ice almost five years ago. Even now, he's still not comfortable with the celebrity that goes along with being Captain America. And it's isolating being both younger than your teammates and at least 3 generations older. Bucky's lonelier than he'd ever thought possible. Steve Rogers made a name for himself as a graphic designer and illustrator - good with both digital apps and hand-drawn sketches. But romantically, there may as well be tumbleweeds and dust in his bedroom - it's that close to a ghost town. It's hard to be taken seriously, though when you're 5'4" and 100 lbs soaking wet... and that's a lonely life. So a better way to phrase this would be: three lonely hearts walk into a bar to see what they can find. Word Count: 4007

[lancetuckershairgel]

The Fugitive

For HBC Moodboard Drunk Drabbles

Moodboard submitted by @book-dragon-13

Bucky made his way through the woods, heavy boots crunching twigs and leaves as he walked. He had made it to the neighboring kingdom safely and he no longer needed to worry about being discreet. No one knew who he was here, no one would try to throw him in a dungeon and take his head. He exhaled and felt his body relax as he trudged on. 

He eventually came to a small opening where a single tree stood tall. The trunk was thick and strong Bucky noted as he ran his hand along the bark. A good tree for practicing. He searched his satchel for the chalk and drew a target onto the trunk. He stepped backwards, counting. 

"Seventy seven, seventy eight, seventy nine.."

He stopped and removed his bow before pulling out an arrow. He lined his shot and released, hitting the target perfectly in the center. He chuckled to himself, a little cocky.  Practicing not only kept him sharp but it helped him relax. He felt calm when he had the bow in his hand. He lined up another shot, closing one eye as he let out a slow breath, then let go. The arrow split the first right down the middle, splintered wood flying everywhere with a loud crack. 

"Nice shot." A voice came from behind

Bucky spun to see a hooded figure and he drew his knife, preparing to fight.  

The man raised his hand and removed his hood, revealing soft blue eyes and a smile. 

"No need for that. I mean you no harm." He stepped closer to Bucky, who took a step back, knife still raised and ready.

Bucky's eyes narrowed. Clint shrugged and placed his satchel and quiver on the ground before loading his bow. He lined it up, then paused, lowering it and turned to face Bucky, his side facing the tree. 

"You're not from around here are you?" Clint asked 

Bucky shook his head as he lowered the knife. 

"You look like a scared little bunny. Running from someone?" 

Bucky raised the knife again. Clint chuckled before raising his bow, taking aim and firing. Without even turning to look at the target, Clint made the bullseye, sending pieces of Bucky's second arrow flying. Bucky raised his eyebrow, impressed. 

"You're good, Archer." 

"Yes, I am" Clint shrugged before he took a seat on a rock "You didn't answer my question. Are you running?" 

Bucky sat on an opposite rock and pulled out his flask of water, taking a swig. 

"Yes."

"What'd you do?" 

"Slept with the Prince of Brookshire" 

"Ah. That'll ruffle some feathers alright." 

"You're not gonna turn me in are you?" Bucky asked

"Well, you are a fugitive. It won't be long before the king's soldiers make their way here looking for you, and I'm sure with a crime such as pursuing the king's son comes with a hefty reward."

Bucky clutched the knife tight and his tense stature didn't go unnoticed by Clint. 

"However, I believe in freedom and love more than turning in someone for money. So, I will help you on one condition."

"What's the condition?" 

"You tell me your name." 

Bucky thought for a few seconds then lowered the knife. He extended his hand to the fellow archer.

"James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky. And you are?"  

Clint reached out and shook Bucky's hand. 

"King Clint Barton." 

"Ki-king?"

Bucky immediately dropped to his knees and lowered himself to the ground in worship. Clint sighed and shook his head. 

"Please..no need for that. I hate formalities" 

Bucky rose and looked up at Clint, curious about the man. 

"You don't see many kings out in the woods shooting arrows at trees" 

"I never wanted to be a king. Always wanted to be a hunter" Clint shrugged "Archery relaxes me. I come here to relieve stress and get away from the awful task of running a country" 

"It can't be that bad can it?" 

"You have no idea. Come, let's get back to the castle.  We'll need to get you settled in."

"In..the castle?" 

"In the castle." Clint smiled and put a hand in his shoulder "You don't have to run anymore, Bucky. You're safe now. Welcome home." 

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[sparkles-and-trash]

Lover, a South Park Moodboard and Drabble Project

Hello, and welcome to the master list of my new little project! 

I’m Trash, if you didn’t know, and this is just little thing I’m doing for fun and inspiration to really get back to writing and creating again after a pretty rough writers block! 

Under this you will find a list of songs from Taylor Swift’s latest album, Lover, and next to them names of ships will start to appear as I finish and post the moodboards and sometimes drabbles that go alongside them! 

The song titles, who’s listed first, and in cursive, will have links to the songs themselves, which I do recommend that you listen to while veiling the post that goes along with it,, and when the ship name appears next to it in bold, the post that goes with it twill also be linked and ready! 

If the song doesn’t have a ship name next to it yet, it’s simply because it hasn’t been done yet, and I don’t want to give anything away until it’s up! If you’re curious to which ships will be included you can check the tags for some hints! :’)

Most of them are already planned, but if you happen to have any severe wishes or good ideas for ships and song, feel very free to send them to me, on or off anon! <3  

It’s nice to have a friend - Creek

I think he knows - Clybe

False God - 

Soon you’ll get better - 

Afterglow - 

Paper rings - 

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince - 

Cornelia Street - 

Lover - 

ME! - 

The Archer - 

Daylight - 

Death by a Thousand Cuts - 

Cruel Summer - 

You Need To Calm Down - 

London Boy - 

I Forgot That You Existed - 

[hexblooded]

Once Upon a Time moodboards: Curious Archer (Alice Jones and Robin Mills)

“We’ll always know each other”

“I met someone really special.”

“I met someone I wouldn’t mind sticking around for.”

[kinetic-elaboration]

Blood Promise, Clarke/Raven

~2,200 words

Part of my Halloween Fic Series.

Moodboard here.

Read below or on AO3.

*

Two torches mark the entrance to the village. By their blazing orange glow, Clarke can make out a tall, closed, wooden gate, and a wall that stretches out into the darkness, but little else: no signs of light but for the fires that jump and flicker in the midnight gloom, no signs of life but for this structure that towers up from the earth.

For a long while now she's been able to see only what the Rover's headlights show, as they splash their weak yellow light on the old, uneven roads, the underbrush. The sun sets so early in the cool Earth months. Travel is slow. And this, now, is as far as the Rover's battery will take them tonight; it won't charge again until morning, and then perhaps only slowly, if this pattern of cool, wet, cloudy days wears on.

She eases into park and climbs down out of the driver’s seat. The night is not quiet: she hears the drip-drip of old rain-water from the remaining tree leaves, and the deep-dark chirping of unknown insects. Still the slam of her car door, and the off-rhythm of Raven's door shutting a moment after, disturb a certain uncanny stillness that she cannot name. 

They walk over a carpet of rainslick red leaves, carefully, each step a purposeful testing of the ground, until they reach the gate. Then they glance at each other. Raven leans heavy on her stronger leg. She takes a deep breath, and tilts her head back, like she's looking for the stars behind the gray hoard of clouds, but really she's searching out the top of the gate, signs of lookouts, or archers, or the glint of poised spears.

"Not like they're expecting us," Clarke says, her voice pitched just above a whisper. She means, I guess we'll have to knock.

But Raven answers, "Not like they're expecting anyone." She sounds hoarse, a little broken: like she's speaking in a lower tone than she'd intended, voicing a secret she had meant to keep. In the low silence that follows, the Rover's headlights flicker out.

*

The Grounder who opens the gate for them is tall and thin, and for a long moment, he does not speak. Clarke does not speak, either, because the sight of his gaunt, angular face distracts her from the speech she has practiced so carefully over three long days and two lonely nights of travel. She's wondering if it's just the play of shadows on his skin or if there really are dark circles shaded there, in the deep hollows underneath his eyes.

Raven reaches over and squeezes her arm.

"We visit you from Arkadia," Clarke says, then. She's spoken too loudly and too suddenly. The Grounder's eyebrow twitches. "As friends." She repeats the message in Trig, careful to enunciate each word, because she's not sure that she'll remember the syllables just right.

The Grounder only stares at them. He carries no weapons. Perhaps, Clarke thinks, he speaks neither language, and perhaps he does not attack because they are clearly no threat. She flicks her gaze over his shoulder and sees an orderly row of wooden houses, and a variety of pale strangers, walking, gathering sometimes together, continuing along on their way. More people than she would expect to be out at this time of night. The streets are lined with torches, which send patterns of outsized shadows over the houses and into the streets.

"We have never heard of Arkadia," the Grounder answers, then. He speaks English, and though his words are slow and steady, Clarke senses that it's his native tongue. 

"We're new," Raven says, before Clarke can speak. "And independent. Not part of the alliance."

The Grounder tilts his head, curious, then says, "Neither are we. Nor do we wish to become so encumbered."

"All we want is to establish peaceful relations," Clarke assures him quickly. "That's why we're here. We want—we're thinking of moving our settlement. But we don't want to encroach upon anyone else's territory or make any enemies. We'd be happy to set up a trading relationship or any other amicable friendship between our groups—"

But we'd settle for you not killing us, she thinks, just as the Grounder cuts her off.

"Not many pass by this part of the woods at night," he says. 

"Yeah, well, we meant to get here earlier," Raven starts to explain. Her tone is too harsh for Clarke's liking, though she understands, understands that the long hours sitting haven't been good for her, understands her frustrations with the Rover's slow starts and long stops beneath the endless cloudy sky—but the Grounder barely seems to hear her, or care.

"I can bring you to Bram," he interrupts. His voice is still smooth and unbothered. If he is curious about the newcomers, he barely shows it. As he leads them into the village, the doors close behind them with a smooth, quiet hush, and the people in the streets look up, and watch them with deep-set, quiet eyes.

*

They sit together, side by side, on a hard-packed bare earthen floor, in the center of the biggest cabin at the end of the village's main street. Low fires flicker at the edges of the room. Clarke's heart is beating hard against her ribs, but this is a sort of fear that she is used to: the beat-beat of the unknown. She calms herself with the reminder that they come sincerely and in peace. Also, she knows that Raven has at least three knives hidden on her person, and that no one has made even a gesture to pat them down or search them since they stepped in through the front gate.

Across from them sits Bram, taller than the first Grounder, his skin ivory-pale and his eyes all but impossible to track, even to find, in the uneven light. They are deep black, the irises wide, and they never seem to settle where Clarke thinks they should. She feels a thin, spidery movement against her wrist and starts to jerk it away. Then realizes that the sensation is only Raven's fingers, reaching out blindly for her fingers. She takes Raven's hand and gives it a squeeze.

"I was surprised," Bram is telling them, "to hear that we had visitors. Perhaps Jonathan told you: that is so rare for us." He seems, perhaps, to smile. "You must have been traveling a long time. We like to keep to ourselves. Mostly."

That, yes, that is a smile.

Clarke scrambles for the right words. When she breathes in, her lungs stutter, and she's unsure if her legs could support her if she stood.

"And," he continues, "forgive me for saying—but you look so strange."

Raven makes a sound low in her throat, like she's biting back a low and rueful laugh, and Clarke nudges at her with her knee.

"I mean, you do not dress like any other clan we have ever met. And you said you are new." He blinks slowly, and when he opens his eyes, they settle on Clarke's face, and she sees for just a moment their true color and shape. "No one new has come to this part of the world for...over a hundred years. Times have changed indeed."

"You don't know the half of it," Raven says under her breath, and Clarke jumps in:

"We don't mean to disturb you, of course. And we apologize again for arriving in the middle of the night." The apology tastes dry and dusty on her tongue. She has an idea what the village would like in the quiet stillness of the day. "As we said to Jonathan—"

"I know why you're here," Bram says, with a short, dismissive wave of his hand. "We will not trouble you, and we understand you do not wish to trouble us. Newcomers—" He addresses them, then pauses, seems amused for a second at the novelty of the word. "Among your people, do you make promises?"

Clarke hesitates. She slides her fingers through Raven's fingers. Her palm against Raven's palm. "We do," she says.

"So do we," he answers. "Promises we take very seriously." He holds out his hand, palm out. Across the center are four thin, white scars: long-healed, eternal, ghostly pale. "Blood promises. Do you know anything of the importance of blood?" He lingers on the word importance, as if the taste of it gave him pleasure, but lets the word blood pass by, thin and weightless. Little more than a whisper.

Clarke nods simply, keeps herself steady. She tries to avoid staring directly at his face. "I'm a doctor. I’d say I understand the importance of blood fairly well."

"Yes—transfusions," Bram answers, the last word slick and dirty and low. "You lose too much of your blood and you die. And how easy it is to lose. How much just the sight of it seems to scare so many of your people."

"You don't know our people," Raven reminds him. "You've never met us, before now."

Bram tilts his head slowly, all the way to the side, and then back. He does not answer, except at last to say, "But I don't think either of you are afraid."

Clark hesitates, then admits, "We've both seen a bit too much of it for our liking."

"Mmmm, yes." He hums, thoughtful—reaches for Clarke's hand, but she pulls away. Bram seems unbothered. "Warriors. For a long time, people in the forests have been fighting as they had not fought for many years before. We will leave you in peace. You've come to us as guests and... as I said, that is so very rare. But our promises are not given lightly." He reaches out his hand again, this time only an offer, the palm face up and the four even, overlapping lines clear and cool in the firelight. 

"A blood oath," he says, "cannot be broken."

Clarke can hear, as if from a distance, Raven telling her that they should go. But where will they go? The woods are deep and dark, a tangle of bare, fallen branches and jumbles of leaves; the Rover is dead, and won't come alive for hours yet. But more than that, more than these practical thoughts, she understands. She feels the tug of Raven's hand in her hand but all it does is remind her of the calm and soothing strength of an unbreakable, a sacred bond. Her heartbeat has slowed. Her breathing is calm. Earth has been so uncertain and so fragile and finding the time-tested true core of it has been a struggle beyond any of her tiny battles and this: she trusts this.

She trusts the sharp cut, the slick rush of pain. She trusts the slow rise of red to the surface. A life line. The start of a scar.

Later, the moment when palm presses to palm fades away, the memory scattered with the breaking of a trance. But she recalls in perfect detail, for the rest of her life, the moment after: her palm still burning, holding her hand in a fist, watching Bram lick her blood from his palm and his eyelids gently falling closed.

*

They spend the night alone in a bed of thick furs, laid out on the floor, three small candles their only light. 

"I don't think that was a good idea," Raven reminds her, yet again, but Clarke is staring at the raw, red wound on her palm, and barely hears her.

"Well, it's done," she says. "They won't harm us now."

"You think they would have harmed us if you hadn't—?"

"I don't know." She really doesn't, but she also does not mind, anymore, admitting her own uncertainty. "Maybe. Maybe not now. Maybe not soon." She sets her hand down at last and turns on her side, props herself up on one elbow and looks down at Raven, lying next to her. She's taken her hair down. It falls over her shoulders in unruly dark tangles, frames the concerned, pensive expression on her face.

"But they know who we are now," Clarke adds. "And you heard what he said. They've waited a long time for someone new."

Raven doesn't answer for a long moment. Her gaze scans slowly across Clarke's face, trying to read her, reaching out again to test their knowledge of each other, one more time. She does not seem entirely convinced. How many promises, she might ask, have they seen broken? How many have they broken themselves? How many alliances have failed? How many times has their integrity been weakened? How many times have they struggled with themselves?

She reaches out and traces her fingertip along the chain around Clarke's neck, down, slowly, to the gold ring at the end. One promise at least, made with fervor, piously kept. Clarke bows her head and presses her nose against Raven's neck. She slips her finger through the ring Raven wears on an identical thin golden chain. She twists it around her finger. She breathes in deep of Raven's familiar scent.

*

The next day, the Rover is where they left it. The village is quiet. No one offers them goodbyes. Clarke climbs up into the passenger's seat, and Raven behind the wheel. When she turns on the engine, it clunks awkwardly, mercifully, to life, and Raven turns them around and drives them off, beneath a pale blue sky, the path ahead lit by rays of weak October light. 

[of-monsters-and-werewolves]

Curious Archer Fanfiction Moodboard

Based On My Fanfiction: "Key to Your Heart"

[justanoutlawfic]

Curious Archer on Valentine’s Day

Alice tags some places with romantic art and they spend the rest of the day eating candy, reading books and snuggling.

Send me a ship and I’ll make a Valentine’s Day moodboard for them.

[justanoutlawfic]

Curious Archer’s love life (Requested) 

Send me an emoji + a character and I’ll make a moodboard.

[justanoutlawfic]

So, I’ve really enjoyed making my date series moodboards. Send me a ship + a date theme, and I’ll make a moodboard for it. Even if I’ve already made one for one ship, I could do a different date for them.

Ones I’ve already made:

Glass Believer + Outdoor Dining

Sleeping Warrior + Picnic

Maiden Warrior + Horseback Riding

Frozen Swan + Ice Skating

Swanfire + Bar Date

Curious Archer + Bookstore 

Snowing + Beach & Dinner

Dragon Queen + Winery

Outlaw Queen + Quiet Night In

Hooked Queen + Sailing

Star Swan + Paint & Wine

Shadow Queen + Moonlit French Bistro

Rumbelle + Parisian Coffee

Outlaw Queen + London Adventure

Snowing + Enchanted Forest Honeymoon

Snowing + New York City Honeymoon

Firefly Queen + Lightening Bug & Wine

Rebel Hunter + Baking

Ruby Slippers + Picnic

Red Snowing + Camping

Star Swan + Movie Night

Prince Squared + Prom Night

Literati + Music Shop

Java Junkie + Dinner & Bubble Bath

Captain Wolf + Bar

Swanchester + Drive-In Movie

Rainy Star + Stargazing

Prince Beauty + Library & Dinner

Wish Hookriel + Treasure Hunting

Red Cricket + Stargazing

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Curious Archer Fanfiction Moodboard

Based On My Fanfiction: "Now That I See You"

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Curious Archer - Theme Park AU

(Based on my fic, ‘Dark Rides & Bunny Hops’)