#it's not the first time i draw clover but I'm still figuring out how I want to draw her

[oniricbluebird]

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Clover for 999 week day 4 !!!

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

I know you've said you don't have many thoughts about Revchi but I just wanted someone to rant to since that's apparently what we're doing now and your takes are indeed excellent (shout-out to Neige anon)

I genuinely think he must carry a lot sadness and trauma, that he closed his heart so much. When Gueldre said that all the other Purple Orcas hated him and that's why no one took his side when he got set up, he didn't even deny it or even react. For some reason he won't allow himself to open up to others even when he had the opportunity to make friends. That's totally unhealthy (honestly, the other Purple Orcas probably couldn't be counted on anyway since from what little we see of them, they're the BC equivalent of dirty cops).

I don't know how to word it but there's something so sad about him. He reminds me a bit of Zora in a way, like they both hide their inner pain with cynicism and snark. How he calls himself "just a wretched thief" in the first chapter, the way he somewhat hides his scar with his hair, even the way his speech bubbles are drawn all wobbly??? Someone get that man into therapy asap please

On an unrelated sidenote you've actually made me appreciate Fuegoleon, believe it or not. I used to not care about him at all but now I like him a lot lol

I mean "not having a lot of thoughts" is always relative too. Like, I ended up writing quite a lot for Revchi in that one ask game, which surprised even me. So it seems I had more thoughts than what I thought, but I still don't think it's comparatively a lot if we take into account other characters.

Plus, now that my exams, and this semester are finally over, I have the next three weeks time to do nothing and sleep. Instead of having my braincells running study stuff in the background on an pinned tab, which might affect how many thoughts I have to spare for the fandom. Also, I like having interactions, even if they might be people feeling frustrated over how unloved their borbo is. (Again, as long as it's like constructive; a mandatory side note, because it's a public blog) I know that everyone doesn't want to interact in the comment section or via reblogs, because they don't want to draw that attention to their blogs, which is fine. But these interactions make me feels less like I'm shouting to the wind, and are evoking my love for the fandom again. And I think that the best way to learn to appreciate and get insight of a character is to talk to someone who likes said character (as long as they haven't like... made the character into pretty much just an oc with the same name, y'know the type and issue generally speaking; it happens in every fandom)

ANYWAYS, back on track and to Revchi

I think there are a lot of characters in BC that do that. Close their emotions because showing emotions isn't... allowed in a lot of circles in BC. Just today in our BC dnd campaign we basically concluded "the Magic Parliament, where justice is scrapped and public image is all that matters; welcome to the heart of Clover Kingdom".

Who knows what happened that caused Revchi to get hated like that, but I'd say that when someone is staged for a crime, there is a good chance that they stood in the way of those who ended up setting said person up. So, it's perfectly possible that Revchi was a "good cop among bad ones" and ended up getting hated and isolated by that, probably along with a lot of other things, that essentially just broke his spirit, and caused him to spiral into a "...if being a wretched thief is what's right in this kingdom, I guess that's what I'll be then" or even "they call me as a wretched thief, so I'll show them one". Which is a kind of a call for help, in a way. The man was spiralling. And when he starts to live up to the rumours, and the reason why he was dismissed, he's not doing any favours for himself, but by then he was beyond caring about it.

Why he won't open up, could be a case of being stabbed in the back, figuratively. So, maybe he trusted someone in that squad, maybe even went to Gueldre, thinking that he could trust a Captain of Clover Kingdom, and Gueldre just threw him to the wolves. I mean... if that doesn't shake your belief into the justice system of Clover, what would?

There is a tragedy in there. He's just a guy who tried to do good (as a headcanon, because all of this is purely speculation ofc), and ended up thrown into the mud.

He doesn't believe in goodness of the world anymore. Or that there can be such a thing as "justice" in Clover. Which is very similar as to what Zora feels. Actually. For Zora it's just about what happened to his dad, and for Revchi it's about what happened to him.

I imagine the wobbly speech bubbles to be a kind of a voice cracking up. Because, deep down, he didn't want to do what he did. But he was in too deep in his own head, the cynicism. Because no one would care. It wasn't the kind of a world where people would care, in his mind. The line between a hardened criminal and a knight was a line drawn in sand on a beach.

Who knows, maybe he even thought that stealing a couple of grimoires and selling them in the black market might earn him the trust of the Orcas again. Revchi just might be yet another character that Clover Kingdom failed.

[giggly-squiggily]

OK OK OK - I think I finally had a fun idea for a request! I've been getting back into Black Clover recently and I love this idea: Asta and Yuno are having a tickle fight while - of course - fighting over who's going to be the next Wizard King, and Asta is getting upset because he thinks Yuno is letting him win. But, either because Yuno admits it or Asta's one braincell (affectionate, ofc) puts it together, he realizes Yuno's actually enjoying being tickled and it turns into a very unfairly one-sided tickle attack where Yuno is trying not to completely lose his composure. Bonus points for lots of teasing! <3

Only if you want to, of course, friend! I hope you're enjoying your break and have a wonderful Halloween! Stay hydrated! ^^

*flies into the sun and back again* AHH YES!!! God I love this prompt- and these two! And LEE!YUNO! I'm absolutely smitten by their friendship! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D (Snuck some Yunleo in because it's me lols)

No matter the setting, where they were or how far in their own journeys they come, Yuno and Asta’s relationship stayed the same.

“I’m gonna become the Wizard King first.”

“Nah, it’s gonna be me.”

Asta sat up from his spot across the campsite, glaring halfheartedly at his friend. “You always say that.”

Yuno looked up, raising a brow. “Say what?”

“You know what! The whole ‘No it’s gonna be me’ thing!” Asta turned so he was properly facing Yuno now, face lit by flames. “I can’t tell if you mean it or you’re just trying to motivate me.”

“Oh I mean it. One day, I’ll be Wizard King.” Yuno nodded. “You can be my right hand if you want, though we might need to get you a stool to stand on.”

“A stool! Who are you calling short?” Asta mock gasped in shock, standing in indignation. “I’ll have you know I’m the perfect height for a Wizard King! You on the other hand are too tall. When I get there, you’re gonna have to sit all the time as my right hand.” He nodded, already envisioning Yuno crouch sitting on one of those tiny stools Sister Lily made them use whenever they acted up. “Heh, you’d look like a goblin.”

“So I’d look like you, right?” Yuno’s lips quirked up at Asta’s glare. “Sorry- was that a low blow? I figured it would go right over you.”

“Oh, you're itching for a fight, aren’t ya?” Asta cracked his knuckles as he slowly made his way around the fire, eyes gleaming with guaranteed mischief. “Just so you know- I’m not going easy on you.”

“I don’t know- you better go all out. I might not feel it if you don’t.” Yuno couldn’t fight down the laugh when Asta gaped.

“Oh it is ON!” The shorter boy roared as he tackled the other, beginning to wrestle. Sure, the fire was a good three feet away, and there was the possibility they might roll into a rogue ant hill like last time.

But hey- that’s the fun of adventure right?

Soon Asta was sitting comfortably on top of Yuno, fingers flying over his sides, drawing out a variety of giggles. “HA! Take my ultimate attack, Yuno! Asta’s Wizard King level tickle!”

“Thahahahhat’s not even a thiihihihng! Shohoohohohrtstahahahhahaa!” Yuno yelped beneath him, legs kicking helplessly behind them as he attempted to curl in on himself. His hands came over his face almost immediately, hiding his growing smile. “Wahahhahahahait!”

“No way! This is what you get!” Asta declared, even as his voice started losing steam. He paused then, brows furrowing as he looked down at Yuno. “Are you going easy on me?”

“Eh..eheheh..whahaht?” Yuno asked, his laughter dying down when he met Asta’s eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you going easy on me? It seems like whenever we fight lately, you let me win.” Asta seemed to droop then, face clouding over. “It’s like you don’t wanna play anymore. Like…you’re just bearing through it to get it over with quicker.”

“What? No, that’s not it at all.” Yuno reassured him quickly. Perhaps too quickly.

“Well, what is it?” Asta asked, anger touching his voice. “Am I too weak for you now? I know I’m not in some fancy team like yours, but I’m still-”

“Asta.” Yuno cut him off, glaring himself. The look held so much conviction it choked off the remainder of the shorter boy’s words. “Don’t say that. Never say that.”

“Well, what is it?” Asta asked, quieter this time. Anger was gone now, replaced with confused hurt. “Why don’t you fight back?”

Yuno’s own glare dropped, replaced with…embarrassment? He averted his gaze, cheeks starting to redden. “I erm…it’s stupid.”

“So is your face, but I’m still here.” Asta replied automatically, earning a shove and a snort.

“Shut up…okay fine, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise you won’t laugh.” Yuno glared at him until Asta nodded. “I…kindalikeitokaysothere.” Yuno covered his face again, ears bright red.

Asta blinked. “Uh…that was a bit too fast. Could you say it again but slower?” Yuno groaned behind his hands. “What? I’m not good at fast sentences.”

Not to mention Yuno- usually unflustered, cool as ever Yuno, was a blushing mess! This must be something pretty important for him to act so…different. Asta hadn’t seen this version of him since he told him he was dating Leopold.

“Alright, alright. I…kinda like it. Being…tickled.” Yuno seemed to wince at the confession. “It’s…nice. Really nice actually. I don’t really know how to react when it happens so…yeah.” Yuno didn’t move his hands, too scared to see what would happen.

Asta chewed on it for a moment, humming. “Oh. Okay.”

Yuno blinked, finally looking at him. “Huh?”

Asta looked relieved. Happy really. “I was scared you were gonna say you were bored of me! That’s all? Man, Yuno- you act like that’s something to be ashamed of!” Asta shook his head fondly, reaching out and flicking the other’s forehead with barely any strength. “So that’s why you don’t fight back huh? You’re too busy having fun.”

“Erm…yes. I suppose so-ah! Ahehehehehehhe!” Yuno snorted when Asta’s fingers returned to his waist, pressing into the soft spots there once more. “Wait, whahahhahahahait!”

“Wait, nothing! You just told me you like being tickled! I’m not gonna let this info slide!” Asta grinned, a new determination in his eyes. “Now I know you’re having fun, I suppose I can go all out, huh?”

“Hahahahng on! Not ahahahahhahall ohoohohohohut!” Yuno could barely talk now; Asta’s fingers worked their way up his ribs, scratching into the spots between with surprising precision. “Ahahahahhahsta!”

“Oh, it’s Asta now? What happened to Shortsta?” The other teased, delighted. “Hm, your Ki reads differently. I guess that should have been my sign you were enjoying yourself all along, huh? My bad. Looks like I’m gonna have to make it up to you!” He dropped a hand to Yuno’s stomach, earning a squeak. “Heh, still so ticklish here.”

“Shhohohoohohortsiahahhahhaha! Plehhahahhahhahahse!” Yuno gave up on covering his face, pushing at the hands tracing random symbols against his stomach. His face was pink with laughter, and his smile was warm and charming. Oh, if only he had a spell that allowed him to make records. He’d show everyone it- “Look at him! Look how happy my friend is!”

One day that might change. For now, he’ll enjoy it for himself for now.

“Aahahahhahahhahstahhahahahahaha! GAH NOHOHOHOOO!” Yuno’s voice nearly cracked when Asta went for his neck, making him scrunch up and shriek. “DOHOHOOHON’T NOT THEHEHHEHERE!”

“Remind me to do this in front of Mimosia and Sir Spectacles next time we meet.” Asta grinned cheekily at Yuno’s reaction. “I bet they’d be thrilled to hear it.”

“SHUHUHUHUHUSH! GEHHEHEHET OHOOHOHOHOFF!” With a blast of wind that sent Asta flying, Yuno squirmed backwards, gasping for breath as he rubbed his neck. A foot away, Asta landed gently on the soft dirt, unharmed and near breathless with his own laughter. “Oo, do that again!”

“No whahay. Not with the fire.” Yuno groaned, unable to stay annoyed with Asta laughing before him. “You’re such a child.”

“Oh, we’re back at the short jokes, eh?” Asta grinned, though he made no moves to attack him. Instead he got comfortable, laying in Yuno’s spot. “Whatever. We’ll see who’s making jokes when I’m the Wizard King.”

“I already told you, it’s gonna be me.” Yuno rolled his eyes before lying down as well, not bothering with relocating. “But seriously…thank you. For not thinking I’m weird or anything like that.”

“Oh I think you’re weird, but it’s never for things like this.” Asta grinned, laughing as a gust of wind pulled his bandanna over his eyes. “Thanks, I needed an eye mask.”

Yuno snorted before closing his eyes, letting sleep take over as well.

No matter where they were, who they became or what journey lies ahead, Asta and Yuno would forever be them.

And they couldn’t ask for anything better.

I hope this was good!

[60berry09]

🍓WIP🍓

I don't really know what I'm making him for tbh i just thought it would be nice to start making random OC's for fun again since it's what makes me happy. Trying to decide between the names Clover and Oliver, both are very good imo!

I like giving animal motifs to some of my characters and I think his motif would be rabbits or bunnies, since his first design idea was gonna be a little bunny boy, but i scrapped that idea because then i would have to figure out the world building ie; is he the only one with animal ears and a tail? if he is unique in this way then how would be blend in with society? if he isnt the only one then how many others are there like him? is there normal humans or only humans with animal ears and tails? etc. I wanted him to be super simple and fun to draw without having to put too much thought into his story. What im thinking for him is that during most of his days he's a barista at a very high-end restaurant, but at home hes a lil femboy twitch streamer that wants to keep his face and identity concealed for the most part for privacy reasons. He's a complete geek and a nerd, loves aquatic animals and plants. He's the kind of guy that is very shy and reserved, but still very good in social situations due to his line of work. That is until theres any romantic advances done towards him, he crumbles completely when anyone shows any sort of romantic interest in him IRL. Most of his friends are from his workplace but some of them are online due to how much time he spend in his discord server with his followers. I dont have any other info thought up about him or even anyone in mind to pair him up with but thats whats fun! Just wanted to make simple pathetic and silly boy.

[yamaoni]

The Second Great War of Remnant has begun. Once more, Vale and Mantle are embroiled in a massive conflict, only this time, they are on the same side against Atlas.

I don't think it was a coincidence that so many people drew parallels with the last episode and WWI. We've never seen people fight that way in RWBY. Grimm don't use projectile weapons the way humans do, so the benefits of the trench are diminished; especially if you compare it to the drawbacks.

Now, I understand not everyone in the Atlas military has their aura unlocked and the squishy soldiers need some cover, but if The Long Memory didn't nuke every grimm on Atlas, the lines would have been overrun and then there would have been nowhere for them to retreat to.

You think the very real hand to hand struggles in the trenches of WWI were bad, imagine being trapped in a narrow trench with a bear. Or having this thing explode out of the ground under you.

I refuse to believe no-one in Atlas ever thought, "if we put the dirt from the trench in a box, no only can we give our soldiers cover, we can also give them an elevated position to fire from."

The top of a wall has been the primary defensive position for the people of Remnant for a long time. You can see them in the establishing shots of most settled places the team has visited. So why are we seeing a trench now?

Simple.

Show, don't tell.

RWBY has done a pretty great job, especially in the last few seasons, of showing the audience what it is trying to convey without explicitly telling them. They especially like drawing from well known folk lore to give insight into the future of the show.

Only difference here, instead of drawing the parallel between characters, they're drawing parallels between worlds.

Remnant's first Great War started with Mantle suppressing freedom of expression, the destruction of Art and Color. Ironwood always has little in the way of color, but in his first broadcast since everything started hitting the fan, he has none.

That broadcast also included evacuation ships being blown up by fighter-bombers, Dunkirk. It threatend to level a city if they didn't surrender, Battle of Brittan. All delivered by a dictator trying to scare his opponents into submission through careful use of film.

Theories

If the rest of the season is WWII, I have several theories on plot direction. Considering how well they did keeping up with both ends of the battlefield it wouldn't surprise me if they followed all of them at the same time.

Operation Dunkirk

Or, the evacuation of Mantle.

Players: Penny, Nora, Ren, Happy Huntresses

The Happy Huntresses involvement is a given. Not only has saving Mantle been their goal the whole time, they're also stuck in the middle of it right now.

Penny is the Protector of Mantle. It would be a shining moment for her character to fully throw off the virus Watts implanted and overcome Ironwood's threats to do so. Just crossing my fingers that it doesn't end like the Iron Giant.

Nora is currently Penny's tether to sanity, so she has to go with, and I doubt they would separate Ren from her for the next arc so he's going too.

Surprise twist for this plot I'm betting will be the Starwars "they aren't warships, just people" scene everyone loves to rag on. After all, the broadcast went out that they needed help and, at least at Dunkirk, it was fishing boats and pleasure crafts that retrieved the 338,000 surrounded on all sides.

Why We Fight

Or, countering Ironwoods propaganda.

Players: Robyn and Qrow

For one, these two are unaccounted for and in the heart of Atlas' military machine. If anyone has means to do so, it's them.

The film, Why We Fight, also countered the dramatic cinematography of Goebbels propaganda by painting it as ridiculous and making a folksy call to action much like Robyn has done in the past.

Operation Fortitude

Or, the deception of Ironwood.

Players: Emerald, Jaune, Oscar

This is the mission to make Ironwood think the team is going after the relic. This theory is why I actually thought of and wrote out this whole thing. Thanks @maxiemumdamage, I had things I was supposed to do tonight.

https://maxiemumdamage.tumblr.com/post/644291955872890880/willing-to-bet-my-own-soul-that-emerald-uses-her

Only difference in my theory and their's, is Jaune is going to be playing the part of Penny.

I say this for two reasons. One, Joan of Arc pretended to be a man. While we've gotten both Jaune pretending to be something he's not and him in a dress, this would pose the first time in the story he could do both. Two, it would put him on a direct collision path with Cinder. It needs to happen at some point to bring his arc to a conclusion, but man I hope we're not about to watch him burn.

With Ozpin active again, Oscar has to go along to direct them to the vault. He's also one of two backing the idea of Emerald joining the team and Jaune wouldn't be willing to work with her without him.

Operation Overlord

Or, busting down the doors of Atlas Acadamy.

Players: Ruby, Blake, Weiss, Yang

Where Operation Fortitude was the faint, Operation Overlord was the real deal. For those that aren't history buffs, this is D-Day.

I think this is the reason we've only seen the main team fighting together once since their split from Beacon. And even then, that fight was at most pairs of fighters and not all four of them supporting one another.

RWBY tricked us into thinking season 4 was the post-timeskip level up we come to expect from anime when really we ended up watching the training flashbacks as they happened instead.

We've seen hints of it with the various team ups and combinations, but are we really ready for how much ass kicking they are about to do?

I'm hoping for a One Piece level of badass entrance that can give me shivers whenever I go to watch it again like the walk to Arlong Park still does to this day.

(Aside: if you try telling me RWBY isn't anime, I'm just going to ignore you. Anime is an art movement. If you don't understand what that means, watch this video. https://youtu.be/uFtfDK39ZhI)

Now last and certainly not least

Operation Valkyrie

Or, the death of Ironwood.

Players: Winter and Marrow

The long awaited defection. Plenty of speculation has already floated around about if and when these two where going to cave to their morals and jump ship. I don't know how many of us were expecting the straw to break the camel's back to be a nuke held over Mantle, but I certainly wasn't.

What worries me, is Operation Valkyrie failed and all its conspirators were executed. As if there weren't enough death flags for Winter before.

Even if it's not Winter that kills him. I don't see Ironwood surviving this season. Even if it means he goes out like another hated dictator. It's not like it would be the first time RT had a fallen hero chose to use his own sword.

Wildcards

Or, Murphy will have his due.

Players: Cinder, Watts, Neo, Tyrian, Mercury, Clover

These players can go any which way. Three we know for sure are going to be active in the coming episodes and I wouldn't be surprised if the other three play a part as well.

Oscar made a hell of a light show for Tyrian and Mercury to see behind them. Not to mention, Salem will still need a ride home when she pulls herself back together.

Clover keeps getting mentioned even though he's hospitalized. If he was truly out of commission for the rest of the season, they would have made us think he's dead before bringing him back like they did with Penny.

Up to now, what we've seen is a three way conflict. But one of the hallmarks of Remnant's First Great War, was making temporary alliances to fight off grimm.

The grimm might be gone, but the wild cards can't complete their own objectives if they are dead. The question is who's goals better align with their own.

Two surprise twists I can see here. One, Mercury stabbing Tyrian on his way to defection. He was raised by an assassin and has not going to get a better chance than that. Two, Clover joining Operation Valkyrie. He might have accepted that sacrifice is a necessary evil to ensure Atlas' survival, but might go Schindler's List on us and find horror in what Ironwood plans to do.

TLDR

I spent way too long writing this out. All the WWI imagery means we're getting a WWII movie with RWBY characters. Major death flags for Penny, Jaune, and Winter.

Also I finally figured out how to do a readmore. Apparently it's just been a long time since I updated.

Note: kept seeing things talking about clovers death and I kind of went ???? Isn't he barely alive in medical? Went back and watched that scene and though I am 90% sure he is dead still kind of weird that they have him in his own room instead of a morgue and the initial framing made my mind instantly think he was propped up on a hospital bed. I mean, I guess we needed to have all the ACEOPs there for their reaction to Ironwood... but it definitely made me think he was alive. That and they have a bandage on his chest wound... when he's supposedly dead. Also have a phantom memory of Harriet saying something about him being in critical but I think that's my memory playing tricks on me.

Having his face exposed instead of covered by the sheet and seeing him in the same frame as Winter being treated also didn't help my gut reaction of "Oh Shit! He's alive? How?!" If I'd followed up more on the "how" might not have made the blunder of writing his return as the final twist in my theory. Oops

[lacependragon]

I'd say top 10 you like to read the most, either yours or others! Yeah, I used to be the i would do you url (RH one and then you suggested the Ironwood one) I've rebranded, given recent events... I'm honestly surprised you recogised me! :)

I mean I think the Ironwood one is fine. He’s a villain, but he’s a cool ass character. I don’t think it’d be any different from a Cinder Fall, Ozpin, Tyrian, etc., URL. But I recognize very few people agree with me and I’m not looking to start an argument, so yeah, recognize that it’s your choice. Do what you wanna.

Your URL matched with your cadence did it, tbh, elsewise I might not have noticed.

Considering I haven’t read RWBY fic in close to a year, how about I go with my own? I reread my own fics constantly. Time to gush about my own writing! No, this isn’t conceited. I am a sad bean and I wanna feel good about myself and give my own recs. Hush.

Silver Rings and Golden Hearts - I reread this fic constantly. It’s a little over halfway done and an absolute behemoth already, not even taking into account how much bigger it’s going to get. I have about a dozen chapters I just go through every week or so to keep myself excited. Some as far back as single digit chapters. I love reading my own stuff to remember what I’m doing and remember why I’m doing it.

In the Public Eye - I reread this for the first time since I wrote it in 2016 back in 2019 when I reposted it. I forgot how batshit it got in the back half. I really think it’s cool to read this and contrast it with my current long fics, because it shows how much better I’ve gotten at foreshadowing and planning, but it still holds up well.

Constellations Behind Your Eyes - One of the only fics I ever wrote with Ironqrow as exes. I think the second chance thing works really well with Ironqrow, and even though it’s not my usual with them, I’m glad I have it.

One in Four - This fic came out as a cute thing I wanted to write for my girlfriend, @thetiniestnerd and it ended up beautiful. I’ve always loved proposal fics but I wanted to always write them differently, y’know? That’s how I ended up with this and I think I’ve reread it a bunch of times.

You and Me (and Everyone in Between) - Probably the fic that put me on the Ironqrow map. Both this and the old version have a hell of a lot of love in the comments and I adore You and Me so much. I explored a lot of things that I never had before, learned a lot about myself and my own writing, and learned how to push through hard parts to keep going. I reread it for the first time in 2019 and I am so glad I did. I’m glad to have it back.

Ten Years Coming - This is one of those fics I wrote during my Ironqrow manic phase in V7 and I think it’s one of my favourites of them. I love pining, I love injury stuff, and I love one person taking care of the other. I’ve reread it probably a dozen times and I wanna reread it again.

Father Figures - This is a fic where Ironqrow isn’t even a focus but the Ironqrow is so integral to the plot that I couldn’t write it without it. This was a lot of me processing my own emotions about abusive parents and parental figures (not fathers, love my dad). It also let me wrap my head around Qrow’s feelings about Clover’s semblance talk. I really like how this turned out and I reread it probably every time I get a comment on it, actually.

Lay Bare Your Arms - This is one of the saddest fics I’ve written, up there with No Beat, No Melody and Discard and Draw. I wrote it in one sitting and I’ve reread it half a dozen times. Always when I’m upset. Why? Because I like to process my emotions through fictional characters. This fic just... it was what I needed when I wrote it, y’know?

Anonymous Dedications - I know, I know. This is largely a Wishbone fic with Ironqrow as a plot point. However, the Ironqrow parts are the ones I’ve reread the most (that and the suggestive scene following one. Heh.). I just love the way I pulled this together from an outsider perspective and how that affects the world as a whole. Clover was so fun to dig into and the Ironqrow still makes me smile. Also, the first time I explicitly wrote Demi James!

Reunion Under the Stars - Pretty sure I reread this a hundred times after I wrote it that day. I just could not stop writing fics for this episode (alas) and this was my favourite of the three-ish that I wrote. Still makes me smile.

I hope this is acceptable? I just kinda had fun. <3 Missed you!

[freddiefcknmercury]

A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through  a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip?  Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug  but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1

[thelunarbond]

yay, I'm happy to see you posting here again! anyways, for the question meme: sweetest memory, who would they expect to save them if they were stranded on an island, how are they with children/do they want kids someday, three favorite colors, any daily rituals, what flowers if they had to wear a flower crown for everyone? (sorry about shortening them, I was worried the full questions wouldn't fit)

I’m glad you enjoy my posts!!! Sorry it’s been a while, I’ve lacked motivation recently… I’ll hopefully be posting more now!

What is your OC’s sweetest memory?

Yume: A long time ago when they were kids, Chase protected Yume from a group of bullies. Chase did end up getting hurt but was completely unfazed as he was happy Yume was okay. Yume took Chase to the nurse’s office and Chase told him he’d always protect him as that’s what a good friend does

Chase: When his brother built him a go-kart from scratch for his 9th birthday. Chase’s parents own a lot of land, meaning Chase spent all day driving around and didn’t come back inside until it was nighttime. One day, Chase wants to do something that special for his brother 

Lavender: When she won her first dance competition at age 7. All her family and relatives went out with her to the fanciest restaurant on the Isles to celebrate and she won a huge trophy, which she keeps at the top of her shelves. She was so happy to make her family proud

Minami: About 2 years ago, Minami went on a road trip with her sister around the country. They explored so many towns and got to spend a lot of time together, which was a rarity. Minami loved every second of it. She wants to go on a road trip with all of the Lunar Bond one day

Alexis: When a friend from school drew her a picture of her favourite game character for her birthday. Alexis’ family didn’t really do birthday presents or cards, so this drawing was the first birthday gift Alexis ever got. She still cherishes it to this day and keeps in in a frame in her room. She hasn’t seen this friend for years as Alexis dropped out of school a long time ago

Phoenix: When he made friends with the Lunar Bond. Phoenix’s childhood was very lonely as his parents were always busy before they died, and he never had any friends at school as he pushed them away. When he joined the Lunar Bond and they called him their friend he almost cried (and probably cried alone in his room about it). He feels very happy to be surrounded by people he cares about, and they care about him in return

Who would your OC expect to save them if they were stranded on a desert island?

Yume: Chase

Chase: He’d save himself

Lavender: Anyone from the Lunar Bond, but she’d bet it would be Minami

Minami: Someone actually trained to rescue people

Alexis: Nobody. She’ll accept her fate of living on the desert island

Phoenix: Would attempt to save himself, but would hope that Minami would help him

How good is your OC at handling children? Do they want their own children someday?

Yume: Amazing with children. He’s able to keep them entertained for hours. He has tonnes of games to play with children and there’s never a dull moment. He’d love to have his own children someday, he’d be the cool parent who lets them stay up late and have cookies

Chase: Hates children. Audibly sighs and rolls his eyes when children are screaming while he’s at work. Isn’t very good at talking to them either as he doesn’t change his tone, so he usually upsets them. Doesn’t want his own children in the future, he only wants to take care of his partner and a dog

Lavender: Is a child. Isn’t good at handling children because she is a children. Wouldn’t know what to do if the child gets upset so she would panic. Wouldn’t be very good at paying attention to them all the time. However, in the future she’d love to have her own children and dress them in cute clothes

Minami: The best babysitter ever. Brings all the best food and games to play and when they get tired she’ll put a film on so they can chill out. Children tend to gravitate towards Minami as she’s kind and lets them get away with stuff they can’t do normally at home. However, Minami wouldn’t want her own children as she feels she can’t look after them 24/7

Alexis: Would forget the child is there. She forgets to feed herself so she would definitely forget to feed someone else. Wouldn’t do anything with them either. If someone handed her a baby she’d probably drop it. Doesn’t want her own children as that’s too much responsibility (and it’s probably for the better, she needs to learn to look after herself before she can look after someone else)

Phoenix: Surprisingly good with children. Phoenix raised his brother Baxter virtually single-handedly from when he was a baby and Phoenix was 9. Is very good at telling what’s wrong when they’re upset and keeping them occupied. He’ll also read books aloud to them to help them relax and fall asleep. Despite this, he doesn’t want his own children because 1) he’s been a parent figure to Baxter for nearly half his life and feels that’s enough parenting and 2) he would worry about his own children all the time, just like he did with Baxter

Top 3 favourite colours

Yume: Dark blue, sunset orange, mint green

Chase: Maroon red, dark green, black

Lavender: Baby pink, lilac, powder blue

Minami: Sunshine yellow, dusty pink, turquoise

Alexis: Forest green, black, white

Phoenix: Sky blue, mustard yellow, dark purple

Any daily rituals?

(I’ll only put those who have rituals as not everyone has them!)

Yume: Practices mindfulness and meditates for 20 minutes a day, usually in the afternoon. It helps to keep him grounded and helps him relax

Chase: Will drink a cup of coffee at 11am, 1pm, 3pm, 5pm and 10pm sharp every day. Also does a half an hour muscle workout every day, but the time of that depends on what time he gets home from work

Minami: Does yoga daily. If the weather is good in the summer she’ll find a secluded spot in the park to do it, but otherwise she just does it in her room

If your OC had to wear a flower crown, what would the flowers in the crown be?

Yume: Chrysanthemum and Gerbera daisies, symbolising optimism, joy and cheerfulness

Chase: Cala lily and white clover, meaning beauty and “think of me”

Lavender: Lavender (obviously) and rue, meaning devotion and grace

Minami: Pink rose and lotus, meaning happiness and regeneration

Alexis: Candytuft and peony, symbolising indifference and bashful

Phoenix: Morning glory and aster, symbolising affection and a symbol of love