#i havent updated in forever i know

[the-kipsabian]

you know what i havent done in a while?

lookit bracelets

[estergen]

i finally finished my drawing of salem!!!

im really happy with how it turned out!!!

@wolfertinger666

[safety-pin-punk]

yall Im so fucking tired. This month has been exhausting. I promise Im alive, just barely functional atm.

[aiieera]

everyday i face the question as to whether or not i should make my own inumaki smau

[lovphobic]

i have put this off for far too long. do it weird

(giggles cutely) ive had so many wonderful opportunities to commission bones, my friend bones, @quickhacked! he's always been a pleasure to work with too so definitely commission him if you get the chance ^_^ ND THANK U AGAIN BONES.. I LUV THEM SO SO MUCH!!

but without further ado.. aheem. this is (left to right) sildraste, loren, morant and valerie :3

[risingsunresistance]

btw i do want to remind new people since quite a few showed up and i talked with a few ppl directly too. this is primarily a skyblock/hypixel blog nowadays there will not be much of techno here at all, especially outside of that context </3

[totallynotagremlin]

@atherix This dress is fucking cursed

My hands cramped, i got sick on the last fucking day, couldnt draw for 2 days and all i had left was the coloring of the wings

I love this dress and this design so much. But its fucking cursed

Im very tired and will probably passout in like an hour, but its finished and im in love

Tomato mumbo supremecy, i love him sonmuch. Mumbo may nit approve going out in the dress but hes to amazing to not let grian

Mumbo loves seeing them dress up as long as no one looks because hes my little possesive wet cat and inlove him so much for it

Scar on the other hand, looks grian up and down and just goes, hot, but in that like, ya know kinda voice. You know the one, im so good at explaining things

Next might be mumbo. Or im gonna throw tubbo into like, not a dress but waist cape kinda thing, idk youll see,very gender outfit right there that im thunking up for our little guy

ALSO DOODLES, i was simply done with the sketch and didnt have my pencils while being bored in class so i drew the backmof the dress and then floating heads of everyone

...

What if i put cub in a dress, i might just do something about that

[plush-rabbit]

I see that you have other masterlists, can we perhaps get a Spot/Johnathan Ohnn masterlist, bc i LOVE your content on him ❤️❤️❤️

oh my gosh, i do have a masterlist... oh no

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

i have a very obscure problem which is often when i make characters i connect them in my brain to preexisting fictional characters that they in fact have very little similarities with. and then i call them by that name mentally for the rest of time even if i've named them

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

👀 :3

doodle i am holding your shoulders. i am staring directly into your eyes. run away now i am going to talk about danny phantom at you.

i have. ELEVEN. YEARS. worth of danny phantom headcanons built up in my brain. canon is nothing to me i have written and rewritten the show like 4 times over. but also i love canon so it gets to stay. im just improving upon it. i allow myself to be pretentious about ONE (1) piece of media ever and it is danny phantom . so im the only person in the world who is correct about this. ok. shaking you.

do u want to know the backstory of nearly every ghost . what they were like when they were alive/how they died and how it relates to their role in the afterlife. I GOT YOU. do you want a full rundown of dannys powers and how they work. I GOT YOU AGAIN. DO YOU WANT. an ESSAY on the MYTHOLOGY of the ghost zone. do you want me to talk about the way the ghost zone royalty system works. because my god. ive got you.

trips and falls and like a bazillion sticky notes and pictures and papers spill out of my coat and scatter in the wind. oops sorry that was just my in depth analysis on Danny's relationship with nearly every character in the show. teehee <3

NOT TO MENTION popular fanon aus that live in my brain forever and i have my own versions of. i love you ghost king danny. i love you ghost hunger. hey can we talk about ghost hunger? i think the fact that i discovered ghost hunger the same year fall out boy released the young volcanoes music video did something irreparable to my brain. did you know i also like hannibal. these facts are completely unrelated.

FUCK torture fics FUCK dissection fics. fuck anyone who says the fentons are not good parents. the fentons are EXTREMLY good parents and i WILL die on this hill. every time someone in the modern dp fandom writes about how horrible the fentons are i lose like 3 years off of my life. how can you be so wrong. they are not evil they are not horrible they would not dissect their own son . i will die on this hill. im in the fucking trenches out here. someone recently posted a fic series (series!!!!) of oneshots specifically about jack fenton discovering dannys secret by accident and also being a good father and i swear to you i almost started crying on the spot. i havent even read the fic yet.

hmmmmm. what else is there. theres so much. i could go on about danny phantom.for so many hours. i havent actually read a glitch in time yet its been burning a hole on my nightstand because i KNOW as soon as i finish it we are going to be in 24/7 danny phantom lockdown for like a month and i want to do that when i have energy to make art. now that i have my new laptop this time may be sooner than you think. beware!

[boyybites]

*caresses the hood of the car lovingly* im about to fit the autism/adhd friendship of all time in here like a clown car

[pkmoth]

of course tumblr makes user tags Blue. after i make the askblog summaries in the masterpost a different color. to differentiate them from the tags. sure whatever

edit: AND THE "UP FOR RP" ASTERISKS JUST BLEND IN. COME ON

[vagueiish]

kind of unfortunate that the only trans support group in my area that isn't geared towards minors seems to be inactive :/

[thejankengine]

Ring-a-ding!!

Sorry about the potato quality, I could not get the lighting to cooperate lol. So;

Paper deck roll-call for the beginning of 2023!

Ashling the Pilgrim "Disco Inferno"

Brallin/Shabraz #teamskyshark

Malcom/Breeches "Pirate Time"

Siona "Oracle"

Obuun "Tears on the Rain"

Yahenni "Disco Eclipse"

Dihada "Tantrum"

I have not done one of these in a while, and I figured I would show everyone the nonsense i may or may not take to commander tomorrow (Friday) night.

Look on my works, ye mighty, and giggle!

[nyxi-pixie]

Hiiiii.

Sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if you had any fic recs? Your writing is so good and your tastes are immaculate, and I am starving for any kind of good content. Please?

its not possible to bother me love dw <3

NOW. i dont actually read all that much anymore bc i am horrendously picky but this does give me an excuse to hype up the few authors that have satisfied my unreasonably specific tastes 🤩.

so. a few bsd recs for you (except theyre 99% skk because im horribly predictable forever). everyone go read all of these and tell the authors how wonderful they are in the comments please <3

anything @booksandpaperss has ever written is genius work and everyone should read it. could talk abt all of their stuff for hours (and i have🤩 they put up w so much of me bothering them godbless). also our brains do some accidental crazy mind melding shit whenever either of us write fic so if you like any of my stuff you will like theirs. thats the rules. <3

like twin stars in the dark (we collide)- dead apple skk porn as a vehicle for 22skk analysis. makes me salivate i have read it so many times. they get 22skk better than anyone🙏

my lies are for you to keep (my love for you to lose) - the only take on beastskk that matters to me ever. you can actually see me losing my mind in the comment i wrote on this fic bc of how fucking insane every single line made me. theres SO much packed into this thing its fucking crazy i NEEEEED everyone to read it. thats all <3

till death, I'll give you my breath - dazai death timeloop. this fic terrifies me so much i await every update with my teeth chattering and my heart pulsing so rapidly i should be hospitalised. the first scene of chapter 2 genuinely had me on the verge of tears im unwell about it.

(elli also has some jjk stuff thats REALLYREALLY good and if ur into jjk u should check that out too.)

NOW. aside from being a propaganda machine for my fav writer ever. Heres some other stuff i love.

the second perspective by @wildflowerteas. murder mystery/detective noir stuff w some time fuckery. the au of all time. mashes aspects of beast, canon, and some extra special niko sauce into a mixing bowl and goes crazy w it. just Such a genuinely impressive piece of writing. i could talk abt the technical brilliance of it for hours but i will stop myself. you gotta commit to this thing because it WILL make u crazy. also i loveee the sskk. its like if we had the beast first meeting sskk forever. SOSO GOOD!!!!

did fate guide the gun or did you? by @kanetheo. i read this pretty soon after chapter 109 and it genuinely fried my brain for months. the writing style is beautiful (as for everything they write AUGHH!!!) and the angst is delectable. the way it intersperses more fun silly skk moments with just. complete misery. GOD. it just hits. ive reread it quite a few times and it never fails to make me go crazy. srsly cannot rec this enough.

the decomposition of dazai osamu by @hella1975 this shot several bullets through my brain and i still havent recovered. i keep thinking 'oh i should reread that' and then i dont bc some part of my brain still concerns itself w maintaining whats left of my sanity. BUT its crazy good and everyone should read it and suffer at least once. EVERYONE LOVES YOU OSAMU!!!! EVERYONE EATS YOU!!! line of all time lets all kill ourselves.

smoke held conversations by feralrookie - i havent reread this in a while but it does cool stuff with nlh and the skkisms are really good in this too. ppl often write teen chuuya as less intelligent than he actually is. hes very observant, esp of dazai, and this fic gave me that 🙏

i called your name til the fever broke by forest_raccoon - vampire chuuya. biting is involved. i blacked out reading it. enough said.

[the-winter-spider]

The Ghost of You - Pt 5 | B.Barnes

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, panic attack

A/N: Yall i havent updated this story in forever lol not proof read or edited.

Masterlist

Masterpost

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Bucky paced outside the med bay, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. Each tick of the clock felt like an eternity, and the weight of what was happening bore down on him like a lead blanket. Steve and Sam were nearby, sharing in his anxiety, but they gave Bucky the space he so desperately needed. He couldn't shake the feeling that everything was teetering on the edge of a precipice, and that any wrong move could send it all crashing down.

Inside the med bay, chaos reigned the moment you opened your eyes. The sterile lights were too bright, the beeping machines too loud, and the sight of Steve—unchanged, as if time had stopped for him—sent your heart into a panicked frenzy. You thrashed against the sheets, disoriented, terrified, and they had to administer a sedative to calm you down, though they were careful to keep it light enough that you wouldn’t lose consciousness again. Bucky, who had been waiting just outside, slipped out of sight before you could catch even a glimpse of him, his heart breaking at the thought of being the cause of any more of your pain. Steve, too, was quietly ushered out, his presence too much for you to handle in that fragile state.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to the med bay opened, and Dr. Cho stepped out. Her expression was calm, reassuring, but Bucky could see the underlying gravity in her eyes. "She's stable and somewhat calm given the circumstances," she said, her voice gentle but steady. She offered a small, encouraging smile. "You can see her now."

But despite her words, Bucky’s feet refused to move. His mind was a maelstrom of fear and self-doubt. What if, when you found out who he was, what he had done, you were horrified? What if you looked at him and saw not the man you once loved, but the monster he had become? The thought of that revulsion in your eyes, that loss of the love that had sustained him through so much darkness, was more than he could bear. He had faced down armies, survived countless horrors, but the idea of facing you—of seeing disappointment, disgust, or fear in your eyes—left him paralyzed.

Steve, noticing his friend’s hesitation, stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Buck,” he said quietly, his voice filled with the quiet confidence of someone who had faced the worst the world had to offer and come out the other side. But even Steve’s reassurance couldn’t completely quell the storm raging inside Bucky.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Bucky forced his legs to move. Each step felt like it took an eternity, as memories of your shared past flooded his mind—moments of joy, laughter, and love from a time that now felt like a lifetime ago. Those memories were precious to him, but they were tainted now, overshadowed by the countless horrors he had committed as the Winter Soldier. The blood on his hands, the lives he had taken—how could you ever look at him the same way again?

When he finally stepped into the room, his breath caught in his throat. You were sitting up in the bed, looking disoriented but unmistakably alive. Your eyes, through clouded with confusion and fear, were the same ones he had fallen in love with all those years ago. His heart threatened to break free from his chest as he took in the sight of you, so familiar yet so changed by time and trauma. He hesitated, suddenly overwhelmed by the enormity of what lay ahead. Could he really do this? Could he face you, knowing everything that had happened?

Steve entered the room ahead of him, moving to your bedside with the ease of someone who had always been your rock, your protector. Bucky watched from the doorway, rooted to the spot as Steve took your hand in his, murmuring words of comfort that Bucky couldn’t quite make out. He saw the way you looked at Steve—with recognition, with trust—and he wondered if you would ever look at him that way again. Or if those days were lost forever.

For a moment, Bucky considered turning around and leaving, sparing you—and himself—the pain of what was to come. But then, as if sensing his turmoil, you glanced toward the doorway, your eyes searching for something, someone. And in that split second, he knew he couldn’t run. Not from this. Not from you.

Steeling himself, Bucky took a tentative step forward, his heart in his throat. He didn’t know what would happen next, didn’t know if you would welcome him or push him away. But he knew one thing for certain: whatever came next, he had to face it. For you. For the love that had somehow, miraculously, survived all these years. For the chance to atone for the past, even if it meant confronting the demons that had haunted him for so long..

—-

It felt like a surge of ice water was rushing through your veins, jolting you awake. Your eyes snapped open, and you gasped for breath, immediately taking in your surroundings. Everything was different—sleek, modern, and foreign. The room was filled with technology that felt utterly alien, and the faint hum of machinery filled the air. You tried to make out the figures standing in the distance, but they were nothing more than blurry shapes.

Panic gripped you, your breathing growing erratic as the disorientation overwhelmed you. Then, you felt something warm and familiar wrap around your hand, squeezing gently. The touch grounded you, pulling you back from the edge. Your eyes focused, and you saw the blonde hair, the blue eyes, the face that had always been your anchor.

“Stevie?” The sound of your own voice startled you—it was hoarse, scratchy, like you’d been screaming for hours. But you hadn’t. You’d been...where had you been?

Steve smiled at you, soft and comforting, as though he were handling something infinitely fragile. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles before gently placing it back on the bed, his hands still holding yours. “Yeah, it’s me, y/n/n,” he said, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I just can’t believe it’s really you.”

Your pupils dilated, the heart monitor beside you beeping louder, faster, echoing the rising panic in your chest. You glanced down at yourself, seeing the wires and tubes connected to your body, the machines that were monitoring your every breath. Your mind raced—this wasn’t the 1940s, or even the 1950s. And Steve… Steve had died. You knew he had.

Your eyes darted around the room, landing on a man in the corner who looked eerily like Howard Stark, but you knew it wasn’t him. None of this made any sense. The panic was suffocating, like a weight pressing down on your chest, and you started to hyperventilate. Desperate to free yourself, you began ripping out the wires and tubes, the pain from the needles and the alarms they triggered only spurring you on.

Steve’s eyes widened in alarm, his hands hovering, unsure whether to try and stop you or let you be. He called your name, but his voice barely registered in your frantic state. Dr. Cho and Bruce rushed forward, pushing Steve aside as they tried to restrain you.

“Whoa! Is that really necessary?” Steve’s voice boomed, panic lacing his tone as he watched them secure your arms with straps.

“Tony, get him out of here!” Dr. Cho shouted over the chaos, her focus entirely on you.

“Come on, Capsicle,” Tony muttered, gesturing toward the door, but Steve didn’t move. His eyes darted to the door just in time to see Bucky slip out, a pained expression on his face. Steve felt utterly helpless, watching you struggle against the restraints, every instinct in him screaming to protect you, to save you from whatever nightmare this was.

“Don’t hurt her…” Steve’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper. He knew they wouldn’t, but the words tumbled out anyway, his heart breaking at the sight of you in such a state. He took one last look at you, his heart aching, as Dr. Cho injected a sedative into your arm. Your thrashing slowed, your body going limp as the drug took effect, and Steve finally allowed Tony to guide him out of the room.

The door closed behind them, but the image of your terrified face was burned into Steve’s mind. He ran a hand over his face, trying to steady himself, but the reality of the situation was crushing. He knew they had to tell you everything—the truth about what happened, about what you had missed, about Bucky. But how could they do that when you were already so broken?

And Bucky… Steve knew his friend was hanging on by a thread, the guilt and fear eating him alive. Bucky had slipped away, unable to face you, and Steve could only imagine the torment he was going through. They had all been through so much, but this…this was something else entirely. Steve leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what was to come.

Inside the med bay, you were finally still, the sedative doing its job. But the fear hadn’t left you; it lingered just beneath the surface, waiting to resurface as soon as the drug wore off. And when it did, there would be questions—questions that none of them were ready to answer.

—

After what felt like an eternity, Steve took a deep breath and stepped back into the med bay. The room was quieter now, the chaos of earlier replaced with a tense stillness. The machines beeped rhythmically, a soft reminder that you were still here, still alive. Dr. Cho and Bruce had finished their checks and stepped back, giving Steve the space he needed.

He approached your bed slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. You were calmer now, your breathing steady, though your eyes were still wide, taking in everything around you with a mix of confusion and fear. Steve could see the questions swirling in your mind, the uncertainty written all over your face.

He pulled up a chair and sat down beside you, his large hand gently taking yours. The warmth of his touch was familiar, grounding, and your fingers instinctively curled around his. Steve waited a moment, searching for the right words, knowing that whatever he said next would change everything.

You shook your head “This isn’t real” you whispered to yourself.

“Y/N…” he began, his voice soft but steady. “It’s really me.”

Your eyes met his, searching his face for any sign that this was some kind of dream or trick. But there was nothing—just Steve, looking at you with the same concern and tenderness he always had. The disbelief that had gripped you earlier started to crack, giving way to a flood of emotions.

“How…?” Your voice was still raspy, the word barely escaping your lips. “Steve, you… you died. The plane crashed, Peggy… you were gone.”

Steve nodded, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “I know, I know. I can explain all of that, i promise. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.” He took a deep breath, knowing he had to explain, but not wanting to overwhelm you. “A lot has happened since we last saw each other. After the plane went down, I was found… frozen. In the ice. They… they pulled me out, brought me back”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to process his words. The memories were fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit together anymore. You remembered the war, the fear, losing Bucky, then losing Steve and then… darkness. But now he was here, sitting beside you, looking just as he had all those years ago—maybe a bit older, but still unmistakably Steve.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered, your voice breaking as tears welled up in your eyes. “How can this be real? How can you be here, and… and I’m still here, too? It doesn’t make any sense, Steve.”

“I know,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. He glanced over at Tony giving him a quick look almost to say ‘How does she not remember volunteering for cryogenic experiments’

“I know it’s hard to believe. I’ve had a long time to try and make sense of it myself, i still dont believe it sometimes…But what matters now is that we’re here. We’ve been given a second chance, Y/N.”

Your eyes searched his, seeing the truth in his words, the raw emotion in his gaze. The love and protectiveness that had always been there was still burning bright, even after everything. But underneath it, you could see the burden he carried, the weight of years of fighting, of loss, of survival.

Tears streamed down your face as the weight of it all began to settle in. “I was so scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I thought I’d never see you again. I thought… I thought I lost you.” Your voice faltered, your lip quivering as memories of the past rushed back. “And oh God, Bucky...” The name left your lips in a broken whisper as the floodgates opened, your hands flying up to cover your face as sobs wracked your body.

Steve continued to rub soothing circles on your back, his own heart aching at the sight of you in so much pain. He could feel the weight of the moment, the years of separation, and the trauma you’d both endured. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes meeting Bucky’s in silent understanding.

Bucky stood frozen in the corner, his own tears falling quietly down his face. He had never expected to see you again, and the sight of you now, so fragile and overwhelmed, nearly broke him. The guilt, the shame, the overwhelming love he still felt for you—it all hit him like a freight train, leaving him rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to speak.

But Steve had enough of the distance, enough of the silence. He cleared his throat, his voice low but firm, cutting through the thick tension in the room. “But there’s someone else you need to see,” he said gently, his eyes locking onto yours as he gave a subtle nod toward the corner of the room.

You slowly pulled your hands away from your tear-streaked face, sniffling as you followed Steve’s gaze. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing louder in your ears as you turned your head toward the shadowy figure that lingered on the other side of the room.

At first, all you could see was darkness, a vague outline of a person standing just beyond the reach of the dim lights. But then those eyes—those unmistakable, piercing blue eyes—cut through the shadows, meeting yours with a depth of emotion that stole the breath from your lungs. You knew those eyes. You knew them better than you knew your own.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the hospital room, the beeping monitors, the suffocating fear—and all that remained was the connection between you and the man standing in front of you. It was a connection forged in a different time, a different world, but it was still as strong as ever, still as undeniable.

“Bucky?” you whispered, your voice cracking with the weight of the emotions flooding your system. It was a question, a plea, a hope all wrapped into one word, one name that meant everything to you.

He stepped forward, out of the shadows and into the light, revealing the man behind the eyes. Bucky’s face was a mix of disbelief, fear, and a desperate longing that mirrored your own. His once-boyish features were hardened by time and pain, but he was still Bucky—still the man you had loved with every fiber of your being.

“Doll,” he breathed, his voice rough and thick with emotion. He took another tentative step toward you, his hands trembling at his sides, as if he was afraid that reaching out would shatter the fragile reality you both found yourselves in.

The room felt unbearably small, the air heavy with everything unspoken between you. For a moment, neither of you moved, too afraid that one wrong step would make this all disappear, that you would lose each other all over again.

But then you saw the tears glistening in Bucky’s eyes, the vulnerability he was trying so hard to hide, and something inside you broke free. Without thinking, you swung your legs off the bed, standing on shaky feet as you took a step toward him. Your feet gave out for a second, catching yourself on the bed.

“Bucky,” you repeated, this time louder, more certain, as if saying his name could somehow anchor you to this moment, to him. Your arms reached out, desperate to touch him, to feel him, to know that he was real and not just another cruel trick of fate.

In an instant, Bucky closed the distance between you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against his chest with a force that knocked the breath out of you. He buried his face in your hair, his body trembling as he held you as tightly as he dared, as if letting go would mean losing you again.

You melted into him, your hands clutching at his shirt as sobs tore from your throat, all the fear and pain and longing pouring out of you in a torrent of emotion. Bucky’s grip tightened, his own tears soaking into your hair as he whispered your name over and over, like a prayer, like a promise.

“I’m here,” he choked out, his voice thick with tears. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Not this time. Not ever again.”

You nodded against his chest, your tears mingling with his as you clung to him, the man you thought you had lost forever. “I missed you,” you whispered, your voice breaking on every word. “I missed you so much.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears as he looked into your eyes, his own gaze filled with a depth of emotion that words could never express. “I missed you too, doll,” he murmured, his voice shaking. “More than you’ll ever know.”

For a moment, the world outside that room faded away, like it was just the two of you The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the years of separation, the pain, the fear—all of it fading into the background as you held on to the one thing that mattered: you were together again. And this time, you weren’t letting go.

“I love you, I love you so much”