#complexion was the hardest thing to look for tbh

[sneks-n-bickles]

Was bored/ having another art block so I did this character sheet I saw here for Nima because it looked kinda fun and it it was. 

The signature was hard only because I’m not an expert on Greek writing?? I looked up some old stuff from Greek notaries and it was very pretty. It all looks like english cursive from very far away, then you get up close and its most certainly not haha. Its interesting to see how its naturally written though, especially the backwards y for a m considering how totally unnatural it felt to write for me. 

[stevie-rcgers]

The Roman Word for Love // II

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: where you had bruises, cuts, and scars your soulmate got flowers. everyone is born with one soulmate. bucky barnes lived long enough to have two.

Word Count: 1600+

Rating/Warnings: endgame spoilers again kinda. distress/angst again… sorry but it gets better

a/n: I couldn’t wait so here you go. buckle up yall loooooots of character and backstory establishment. it’s all character development tbh, but it’s important to where we’re heading. also if you’d like to be tagged in this as we go on, let me know

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It was a beautiful day.

The sun bathed them in its warm restorative glow as they ran. Your head tipped back as your body shook with laughter, shirt drenched from the water gun fight you had just tapped out of. They’d been spread out all over. Cousins here, uncles there. It was the first time they’d seen each other in years.

Grabbing a towel from the pile on the rented cabin’s steps, you trudged to the porch swing. Settling into the soft burnt-orange cushions, your eyes marveled at the beauty. The lake shone breathtakingly in the midday sun and the birds twittered away unseen in the tall trees that hid even the cabin itself.

A distant cry stole you away from your daydream, head whipping around left and right before you jumped to your feet and jogged toward the back of the cabin.

Your littlest cousin sat on the ground, tears streaming down his tiny face. your worried expression softened as you kneeled next to him, opening your arms to comfort him. He’d gotten a splinter on his thumb and was scared it would never come out. The thought made you chuckle as you went inside to grab some tweezers and a first aid kit.

How sweet and innocent were the young.

You distracted him as you retrieved the splinter. On the porch step in front of you, he sat quietly recounting why Spiderman was his favorite superhero, stumbling over his words the way four-year-olds tended to.

As you prepped his bandaid, you felt a tug on your shirt collar.

“What’s up, buddy? Does it hurt? Do you want a different bandaid?” you asked securing the small character bandage around his index finger.

He wordlessly tugged again, this time on the cuff. You looked up at him, brows raised in a soft inquiry to see him pointing to his toes.

They were blowing away as if consumed by some invisible fire, leaving nothing but ash.

Confusion flooded your eyes as you examined his form or rather lack thereof.

Watching helplessly, he floated away in the wind. There one second, gone the next.

Hot horror began to wash over your body, overpowered only by confusion. You moved quickly to the living room where the rest of them were preparing for dinner.

It took them a second to notice you, but when they did it was hard not to. A few of them stood up to approach, to calm. Your eyes darted around, brain struggling to comprehend the event that had just taken place. You began to lift your eyes to meet all of their concerned ones, only to find it happening all over again.

Screams and frantic exclamations filled the room as they all began to disintegrate, pushing you steadily into full panic. Slowly, then all at once, they were gone too.

Barely stopping to breathe you dashed desperately outside to the edge of the lake, where the last of them stood, but it was too late. All that was left was dust blowing away in the wind.

You sunk to your knees on the shore, defeated and alone.

The world was thrown into chaos.

Where did they all go? Why did they go? Why did they leave you here alone? The questions tortured you to no end, rattling inside your brain in the years that came and passed.

The remnants of it all were the only things that remained for a long time. Crashed cars lined the streets you passed on your way to the recreation center. You kept your eyes from looking at them. Vines overgrew houses. Plants grew unchecked. No one bothered to clean them up, scared to confront their new reality. To deal with it would be to accept it as fact.

“Where do we go now that they’re gone?”

You stood and eyed the poster wordlessly, arms pulled close to your body, forearms crossed over your chest.

“Doin’ okay?”

A warm hand rested itself on your shoulder, reminding you that you were in a safe space.

“Yeah, Steve.”

You relaxed your shoulders and placed a hand over his. In all honesty, no one really was, but they did their best.

You let a moment pass before turning to face him. He looked tired, he always did. The bags under his eyes were almost purple against his complexion.

“I see you’ve been getting your eight hours in,” you remarked sarcastically.

He offered no response save for a melancholic smile. He was grateful to have you to worry about him.

Both of you were quiet as you moved to the circle of chairs set in the center of the small auditorium. You had found solace in this place. It had an odd sense of community, family, made you feel less alone.

You spent almost all your days there, counseling, dedicating your time to helping the people who had helped you out of your own dark times. It gave life meaning in what was left. It gave hope in the darkness Thanos had gifted your world and you’d be damned if you ever let anyone fall into the same pit of despair as you did.

Steve admired you for that.

He recalled the first day you had stumbled into the small urban recreation center years ago. He remembered the day you finally felt safe enough to tell your story, watched you recount how you had lost everything, how you had lost your flowers; that in particular had spoken to his heart, having had lost his own as well somewhere along the way. He’d watched you grow, watched you heal and what could he say, he was attached.

Fridays were always your favorite. Steve watched you happily setting up tables as he arranged the excess folding chairs. Friday nights at the center they checked in with the kids who had lost their parents, guardians, those close to them. Steve observed as you laughed with the older kids then played with the younger ones. He laughed along as the high schoolers recalled the videos of him they’d been shown in gym class, recounting to him how they had struggled not to giggle themselves, then watched as they lined up to give you and him goodbye hugs.

If he was being honest, Fridays were his favorite too.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked as they cleaned up, the two of you alone in the space.

“Always.”

“I’m going to be gone for a little while.”

“Why?”

He laughed breathily in response, taken aback. Steve really should’ve expected this.

You watched as he struggled to pull his thoughts together, pacing shortly before sitting in the ring of chairs that was permanently set up in the middle of the room. Your back straightened as the energy in the room shifted. You had never seen him like this. Not for a long time at least.

“Steve, is everything okay?”

He gave you a reassuring smile before asking you to take a seat next to him. You did as he asked, sitting then scooting to the edge of your seat leaning toward him in concern. Steve took a breath and ran his hands over his face.

He wasn't sure what to say or how to begin. He looked to you for reassurance. He was aware that you knew who he was, what the world knew him as. It wasn't as if he had really tried to hide it, even so, you never knew him in that capacity. That didn't make this any easier.

What he had to say weighed heavily on his chest. He had thought about it in the days and hours leading up to this exact moment. It wasn't a subject to throw out so easily, but he knew he had to tell you. It was important to him that he told you.

He chose his words carefully, began slowly easing you into concepts he himself didn't fully understand. He stumbled over his words, uncharacteristically nervous.

You listened as he rambled wordily, steadily, throwing out names you had only heard on the news and others you hadn't. Infinity Stones. Antman. Quantum realm. Quantum mechanics. Time travel.

When he finished he waited for your response with bated breath, eyebrows knitted together as you processed the information, scanned your face for any indication of your thoughts.

Anxiety stirred in your stomach. They could get everyone back? Your eyes fell on the ground as you organized your thoughts, examining the gravity of his words. The proposition knocked the wind from you, stirring emotions you thought you had long dealt with, but you knew how much this meant to him. What it would mean to everyone.

It didn't matter how you felt about it. It didn’t matter that you didn’t understand how it worked.

After what felt like a lifetime, you pulled him into a soft hug, trembling lightly.

“Be careful, Rogers, I can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

The followings weeks came and past. You fumbled with your thoughts, as you walked home stopping only to pay respects to your city's memorial monument to the fallen.

Five years, the thought chilled your bones as your eyes took in the giant stone tablets. You caught yourself tracing you skin, absentmindedly, it seemed that old habits died hard. Pulling your long sleeves up to reveal empty space where light blue lines had once called you skin home, you sighed.

This was the part that always hit you hardest, made you feel the most terrible, the part that you could never get yourself to heal from. As far as you knew no one ever really did heal from losing a soulmate.

You shook the thoughts from your head and let it wander to Steve. The neverending worry weighing down on you as you approached your apartment, key in hand. Where was he? Was everyone okay? Was he okay? Willing them away, you pushed the dark green door open lazily.

It was the shoes that caught your attention first.

Spiderman light up sneakers.

Your eyes dragged themselves up from the ground. To your surprise, several familiar faces stared back at you, crowding your impossibly small domicile.

Steve really did it. They were back.

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[hailqiqi]

End of Year Fic Meme

I wasn’t tagged, unless you count those ‘and anybody who wants to do it!’ tags. But I saw this and wanted to do it and I want to see what the people I tag reply with so god-damn-it I am doing it.

Under the cut ‘cause it’s long as heck.

Stats:

List of Fics Posted:

Smile

Shallura Drabble

The Good Type of Snitch

The Choices We Make, The Lives We Lead

Quiet Shimmers in the Snow

The Future in Snippets

 Total number: 6 Total word count: 17,114

Ship/character breakdown: Smile – Kataang - Katara POV

Shallura – Allura POV

Snitch – Pidgance – Pidge POV

Choices – Pidgance – Lance POV

Shimmers – Pidgance – Lance/Pidge/Lance POV

Snippets – Pidgance – Pidge POV

Characters that had the main focus:

I think Pidge edges Lance out for POVs, but not by much.

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title:  The Good Type of Snitch. Worst title:  The Future in Snippets (by far. What was I thinking.)

Best/worst first line?

Best: “The market was beside one of the most spectacular ice rinks Lance had ever seen.”

Worst:  Oooh, a toss up between “The ruckus of a hundred students finding and settling into seats reverberates throughout the hall and hits Katara like a shockwave, making her stop just inside the door.��� (wordy much?) and “Pidge grumbled under her breath as she shuffled down the hall to her hanger.” (omg how did I miss a misspelling in the first line)

Best/worst last line?

Best:  “The warmth in her chest had nothing to do with the jacket.”  But I feel like “And the Ambassador certainly won’t notice they’re missing - at least not while he’s passed out underneath the canape table.” should come in second here.

Worst: So 4/6 fics end with some version of ‘he/she said ‘Okay’.’  Worst line goes to “C’mon then. Let’s go on a date!” which was written in purely to avoid him saying ‘Okay’.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? Well, I intended to do 6 for Kataang Week and I did …only 1… but 5 others. So hmm.  I definitely wasn’t expecting to write for anything else, I haven’t written fic for fun in about 15 years so it was a nice change!!!  Big thanks to Morie @octaviainthewasteland for getting me back into this.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? Pairing: Pidgance Genre: NSFW Fandom: Voltron, I suppose? What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. The Choices We Make, The Lives We Lead. Which is ironically my least popular pidgance story by miles.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By Comments: The Future in Snippets By kudos: The Good Type of Snitch By hits: Quiet Shimmers in the Snow

(See? Choices gets no love!) Story most underappreciated by the universe? Choices! I dunno why, I really like the atmosphere of it. It draws me in every time I read it. Story that could have been better? Smile, definitely. That was the first thing I wrote this year after a year of writing nothing (I participated a bit in Kataang Week last year just because there needs to be more people in it) and you can definitely tell my writing needed polishing.

Quiet Shimmers in the Snow annoys me, tbh. When I sat down to write it I thought ‘fuck logic, let’s just have fun and be happy’ and created this big romantic world but the thought that ‘there isn’t really a story here to tell’ always niggles at me. It’s probably what makes it so hard to write. Sexiest story? Snippets. Though there’s really not enough sex considering it was meant to be NSFW practice. Saddest story? I don’t really do sad. Choices, maybe? Most fun? Shimmers.  It’s a first date with alien ice skating, fairies and Christmas markets. C’mon. Story with single sweetest moment? Smile

“That means the pretty girl must be looking at him again.

He looks around, a grin already forming on his lips, expecting her to jump and duck her head like she always does. But this time bright blue eyes meet his gaze head-on and he feels the breath leave his lungs in a sudden woosh. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders and a deep red blush spreads over her dark complexion. How did he ever look away from her before?

He feels light-headed. The pretty girl isn’t pretty. She’s beautiful.

She lifts a hand and waves, a small smile spreading shyly across her lips. He smiles back, warmth filling his chest, and then the lecturer calls for everyone to pay attention and the moment is gone.”

Writing about The Sweeties means sweetness is always coming. I love it.

 Hardest story to write? Both Smile and the Shallura drabble, I think. I was doing both more out of obligation than a real inspiration to write (unfortunately I only seem to obsess about one thing at a time). Quiet Shimmers in the Snow has been giving me a heap of trouble past the first chapter, too (really it was meant to be a one-shot, but Misty insisted that I needed to have them actually ice-skate so I thought I’d shoe-horn a few other tumblr prompts into it).

What I’m getting from this question is that anything I’m not writing specifically and solely because I want to write it is hard to write.

Easiest/most fun story to write? The Good Type of Snitch. That was a hell of a lot of fun.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters? Nah, none of my writing’s that deep, fam.  It’s all fluff and funsies.

Most overdue story? Uh, probably Quiet Shimmers in the Snow since it’s made up of tumblr prompts from like… 3 months ago??

Smile is also part 1 of 5? 6?.  Part 2 is sitting finished, Part 3 is like half-way done. Kataang Week was back in July!  ( @chel-burr do you still wanna tackle the rest of them?)

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Starting writing again, just in general! Snitch was a huge risk because it was my first foray into writing again and also written as a birthday surprise for someone who’s writing I admire immensely ( @octaviainthewasteland , looking at you here!). I was actually a little nervous about that because Morie’s stuff is always so well-thought-out with expansive settings and twists and emotions and mine is like...fluff with two people talking.  I suppose I learnt that I enjoy writing, people enjoy reading my rubbish, and that people always enjoy surprise birthday fics?

Snippets is another big risk – it wasn’t planned when I started, and I just kind of randomly decided that I needed to learn to write NSFW so…there we go. The plot came after the first chapter. I learnt that emotional context is what really makes a smut scene go, that people really like NSFW stuff and interact with it more (this is the only one of my fics that people interact with me on tumblr about), that I actually need to learn to write group dialogue, and that I really can’t stick to angst to save my fucking life because despite my careful planning my head keeps going YOU CAN MAKE THEM HAPPY NOW JUST DO THIS!!!! (I’m writing fanfictions of my own damn fanfiction in my mind because I want to them to just smile already jfc)

What are your fic writing goals for next year? So I’m in the Plance Zine and the Tiny Adventures Zine, the Pidge Big Bang and the Voltron Kink Bang …. So to complete all of those on time!!

I also want to work through that list of prompts from months ago, and my piece for the Voltron Kink Bang is going to be the first part to a gigantic soap opera epic that I’ve had planned in my head for months and never intended to write – I want to have at least half of that written and posted by December 2018. And hopefully that goal will stop me from chickening out of the Voltron Kink Bang because there’s still a part of me that wants to accidentally miss the check-in.

And, for funsies, I wanna have two completely new fics that aren’t planned at all right now done and dusted in these 12 months.  What will they be? Who knows! Finding out is half the fun!

Tagging everyone who’s writing I want to know more about... Okay there’s a lot of you.  @octaviainthewasteland @mistyhollowpro (pleeeeease tell me you’re actually writing that soulmates au) @sp4c3-0ddity @mindatworkk @dupreerose @purpleplatypusbear21 @s-n-arly @fanwright @fanart-rainbox （妳的同人文也算哦！） @bel-ina @polarishpd (I am still not over that last chapter of Robots and Love) @thisiswhereifall @amillionsmiles @radiantcerulean and I know there’s more but I’m meant to actually be working so...