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Cap/Sam 💙 That's his 'don't flirt with my sister in front of me when you know damn well you should be flirting with me' face.

P.s. watch out for blank bots trying to commission you if you're an artist. They're automatic and attached to certain tags. Beware of scammers. Stay safe 💜

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Rico jr. Art.

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Chapter Eight - The Dance

Grease

Summary: What if I combined one of my favorite comfort movies, the classic 1978 movie Grease, with some of my favorite MCU characters?

Rated T, Multichapter, Updates on Sundays

Ships: SamBucky, Sharon/Natasha, Kate/Yelena/Joaquin, Steve/Thor

Please read the tags and author's notes! Link to the fic on AO3

Snippet:

“I’m never going to see you again,” Sam says softly, the sound of his voice almost drowned out by the sound of the waves breaking against the shore. “Don’t say that,” Bucky says just as softly. “But it’s true,” Sam says, looking up at Bucky now, seeing the stars reflected in his pretty eyes. “I’ve just had the best summer of my life, being here with you.” Tears spring to his eyes, and he has to look down, away from Bucky’s handsome face. “Now I have to leave. It’s not fair.” Bucky tilts Sam’s chin up until they’re looking into each other’s eyes again. Then he leans forward and kisses Sam. It’s different from the sweet pecks and soft kisses they’ve shared before. This kiss is really a kiss, the kind you see in movies with happy endings, the passionate kind with tongue and— Sam pulls away. “Bucky, don’t ruin the moment.” Bucky shakes his head. “I’m not ruining it, Sam,” he says. “It’s only making it better.” Sam feels a smile forming on his face in spite of himself. “You’ll write to me, won’t you?” Bucky smiles back, tracing his finger along Sam’s jawline. “I’ll start my letter as soon as I get home tonight,” he promises. “I won’t go to bed until it’s finished.” Sam swallows back tears and leans forward to kiss Bucky, another of those passionate movie kisses. Sam isn’t sure if he knows how to kiss this way, but when they eventually pull away from each other again, Bucky’s smiling brightly, so Sam must’ve at least been okay at it. “We’ll see each other again,” Bucky says, as if it’s a promise he can keep. Sam feels his smile fading, but he nods anyway. He hopes that Bucky is right.

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Con Crunch - chapter 7

Halloween Fic Updates

So there were some fics from my Halloween Advent Event that were multichapter, and this is the post I'm going to share whenever I update one of them, because tbh I can't be bothered to make individual posts for each one, especially when there are a couple that are only three chapters. Is this going to end up being confusing? Maybe, but I'm tired, and I gotta give myself a break somewhere, so just bear with me, please. Anyway, today's update was:

Ruby Red - rated T; SamSteve, SamNat, and SamBucky (NOT SamSteveNatBucky) - chapter 2

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For the samwilsondrawingchallenge, prompt #9 fight!

first - previous - next - last

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WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag, @sunsetmaidenwrites!

No pressure tagging: @questinwitchface, @apsiringghostmusicians, @ineffableobikin, @underacalicosky and of course anyone else who wants to do it!

I've recently started writing a Sambucky soulmate AU (in which they are not soulmates). Here is a little snippet:

While the hot shower helped against the headache and loosened his aching body, the pain in his heart only worsened. He could not help staring at his wrists where water was running like tears over the tattoos: the date of their first meeting on his right wrist, the date of Riley’s death on his left.

See how much your vows are worth? said a little voice in his head that sounded like Riley. If there was someone to talk back to, Sam would have snapped at him that he had honoured his vow to never forget Riley – not that he had much of a choice. Even if he wanted to forget him, the soulmark on his collarbone would always remind him, and more than that, the painful tugging in his chest.

If you want to forget me, your soulmate, then why’d you get the tattoos in the first place?

It had been a spur of the moment decision, made in the stages of desperate grief. An attempt to keep anything when Riley’s absence was like a hole in Sam’s body and soul. A promise to remember him and honour his memory, showing everyone that Sam was a widower and faithful to his soulmate, that not even death could part them.

He had regretted the tattoos, more than once. They came up in conversations in situations when he did not want to think about them, about Riley, about the pain that never left. Nevertheless, removing them was not an option. That would definitely feel like betrayal. Also, no licenced tattoo artist would do it.

Sam stayed under the shower far too long, rubbing Bucky’s 2 in 1 shampoo and shower gel over his wrists like he could wash everything away, the memories and the guilt.

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I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

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Anyone else getting hate in their ask box lately, or am I just special?

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I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

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It is with the deepest frustrations that I must report Microsoft has pushed out Copilot onto Microsoft Word no matter what your previous settings were. If you have Office because you paid for it/are on a family plan/have a work/school account, you can disable it by going to Options -> click on Copilot -> uncheck 'Enable Copilot'.

(Note, you may not see this option if you haven't updated lately, but Copilot will still pop up. Updating should give you this option. I will kill Microsoft with my bare hands.)

In addition, Google has forced a roll-out of it's Gemini AI on all American accounts of users over 18 (these settings are turned off by default for EU, Japan, Switzerland, and UK, but it doesn't hurt to check).

To remove this garbage, you must go to Manage Workspace smart feature settings for all your Gmail/Drive/Chat and turn them off. Go to Settings -> See all settings -> find under "Genera" the "Google Workspace smart features" -> turn smart feature setting off for both Google Workspace and all other Google products and hit save. (If you turned off the smart settings in your Gmail, it never hurts to open Drive and double-check that they're set to off there too.)

Quick Edit: I found the easiest way to get to the Smart Feature settings following the instructions above was to do it through Drive. Try that route first.

Now is the time to consider switching to Libre Office if you haven't already.

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i wish ao3 allowed people to give kudos per each chapter. These 100k word NOVELS need more love than 200 tiny digital hearts ☹️

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sometimes i just think about how beautiful sarah wilson looked in that outfit with the rust/golden orange-colored jacket, that plum-and-white shirt, those plum-colored pants, and those cute little white sneakers and i FREAK OUT

like… oh my god. just LOOK at her. she is actual perfection and i am so glad she exists

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Thank you for answering! I'll give watching the first few seasons a try again. Like I said, it's been years since I tried before, so maybe I'll love it now. I'll let you know how it goes. I just know I trust your opinions on storytelling and the art you've posted of them makes my heart flutter. I'll let you know how it goes! Thank you again, love you too <3

Hey Sian! This may be kinda a weird ask but I was just wondering if I need to watch The Walking Dead main series in order to watch/understand The Ones Who Live? I tried watching TWD main series years ago and just couldn't get into it, but your Richonne art bewitches me, and I want to give their show a try if it's something I can just jump into.

Hey! I love weird asks, and this is actually not that weird. It's a fair question. Rick and Michonne's journeys parallel one another so much that I feel you'd need to watch The Walking Dead from the start to appreciate how their distrust shifted to respect, and then to friendships, and then to romantic love. It's truly one of the, if not THE BEST, and healthiest display of romantic love on television. It's an utter joy. If you at least watch seasons 1 - 3, I can give you Richonne-centric episodes that follow on from there, if that would help?

Thanks for reaching out, and trusting me with them :) Let me know what you decide. Love ya x

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Idiots

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There was a poll going around a couple days ago about your "automatic no"s for fanfic, and along with the things I expected (formatting, grammar, POV, etc), quite a few people listed short fics as reasons not to click. I'm not judging (I used to be that person, but with AO3's tags there are better ways for me to filter), but as someone who specializes in short fic, it did make me think.

(These definitions are by no means official, except the drabble of course, so ymmv, but I had to call them SOMEthing.)

Please reblog this, i am legit curious about the answer and will have a follow up question when the poll is closed.

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Just Sam and Bucky, finishing this puzzle, even if it kills them.

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Too Good a Thing

SamBucky | Rated M | 3,688 words | Complete | AO3

Summary: Hooking up with Sam has been a dream come true for Bucky and he will happily bury his feelings for eternity if it means he gets to be with Sam.

Excerpt:

It happened unexpectedly. For Bucky at least.

He had hung out with Sam countless times by that point and they usually accompanied any occasion with a six-pack of beer. Of course, Bucky could never feel an ounce of the alcohol so maybe he merely forgot that enough beer will affect Sam in time. Looking back, perhaps Bucky hadn't noticed how much Sam had to drink that night. Honestly, Sam's not that different when he's tipsy, just more relaxed mainly. Truth to be told, Bucky likes seeing Sam that way. With a lax comfort to his posture, a pleased glint in his eyes and his smile easy like it takes no effort at all. Sam tipsy is a happy sight to see.

Evidently, Sam drunk must not be too far off because Bucky didn't sense much of a change in him the night it happened. Not until Sam clumsily leaned over and kissed him. He adorably tried to play it off like he fell. Like a person could actually fall perfectly into someone's lips with their mouth puckered and ready. Bucky didn't care about the silly fib because the kiss, as light and brisk as it may have been, did something to him. Lit something up inside of him that had been dormant for some time. He leaned right back in and kissed Sam for real.

That's how it started. With them making out every time Sam got a little drunk. Which coincidentally also started occurring more often. Sam began arriving with more beer, started suggesting more bars or ordering more wine for the table. Unfortunately, it always stopped after the make out and the next day proceeded with Sam seemingly forgetting anything ever happened.

Bucky is pretty sure Sam is never that drunk, he should have some recollection of these nights. He certainly gets tipsy, but black-out drunk is a far cry from the man who's been very coherently and aggressively making out with him time and time again.

Sam must be pretending to forget but the thing is, Bucky can't be mad. He's come to understand through all of this that he likes Sam, likes him more than he should. He's decided if this is the all he gets — some hasty, sloppy, good make out sessions — then he's thrilled with simply that.

So it's certainly not Bucky voicing his desire for more when it slowly evolves into hooking up.

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