#redbelles

[meyerlansky]

for wip title meme - Stalag shit pretty pls!

tagging @sluttyhenley and @redbelles since you guys asked about it to AND ALSO

bell you're getting called OUT 😈

sooo this is actually the first thing i started writing for mota and it was an unclog-the-pipe kind of idea and is self-indulgent with regards to wanting more bucky whump. i may actually never post it in totality for... a couple reasons, but i actually did a fuckton of research into how the stalags were run and kriegie culture inside of them, so it was a good exercise on a lot of levels even if it never sees the light of day. because it's sort of backburnered, that means i feel more comfortable posting BIG CHUNKS OF IT 🎉 but uh, that said, this one IS going under a cut because in addition to there being a lot of it, it's. dark.

cw noncon and psychological torture, you can probably guess where this is headed. the structure i settled into with this one is gale POV for the first part, wherein Something Is Wrong With Bucky:

Bucky shrugs, a quick, smooth shuffle of his shoulders that’s as big a lie as what’s coming out of his mouth. “Krauts get a little rough sometimes. Nothing anyone else didn't get.”

“They didn't do anything to me,” Gale says, every word feeling heavier than the last, pulling him down. “Just asked me some questions.”

Two things happen then. Something in Bucky’s face twitches, a flinch stealing over it so quick Gale barely catches it. But his shoulders drop, just a bit, some tension leaving him. Gale for the life of him can’t make sense of it.

“‘Course not, Buck,” Bucky says, light, easy, like Gale doesn't have a pit the size of the Atlantic opening up in his gut, cold flooding in. “Who'd wanna damage that pretty face of yours?”

From any of the boys, there might be some bitterness in it—it’s not like Gale doesn't know some of the goons cut him a break, ’cause of rank or coloring or whatever else. From John there’s just… relief. It feels wrong. The pit yawns wider, and the water gets higher. “Roughed yours up, though,” he says, the words feeling distant as he remembers the black eye John was sporting, that first day. The way John had grabbed his chin, tilted his head around, looking for something. Something like the beating he got, maybe.

That's what Gale had thought at the time. Now he’s not so sure that’s where it ended.

Bucky’s eyes go dark again, as distant and near-drowned as Gale feels, so he claws his way back. Tries, anyway. “Yeah, well,” John mutters, “better me than you.”

and what's wrong is not only was bucky sexually assaulted post-interrogation, but the guards told him they did the same to gale when he passed through the dulag, and he spends months beating himself up about not being there and being able to take it instead of gale, until he says something about it and gale's like ??? and bucky realizes it WAS instead but now gale KNOWS. second part's bucky's POV of the assault, so it's not chronological, and maybe it doesn't need to be shown/written at all but i wanted to because i like whump.

He’s got a headache the size of Texas, blood—his own, his own, not some kid in a cart’s, they let him wipe that off, so what's left is just his own, thank Christ—itching as it dries behind his ear, and a pit in his chest every time he thinks about Bremen and London and Russelheim and the way the woods smelled when he was running through them, clean and green and endless—

The door slams open, and Bucky gets two seconds to berate himself for jumping, for being so in his own head he didn't hear them coming, before one of the goons grabs his arm and yanks him up, spinning him to face the wall. Turns his head to the window on instinct, but the light spilling in catches him off guard and sends a new wave of pain spiking through his skull.

“Heya, fellas. Couldn't get enough, huh?” He shoots over his shoulder, hands up but grinning like nothing’s wrong, like he’s back at Thorpe Abbotts joking with the boys.

(Later on, he’ll wonder if that was what did it. If he’d just kept his eyes forward, his mouth shut, if they’d have—)

and the third part's gale POV again, after their little yard spat and is........ kind of recovery? inasmuch as one is capable of recovering while still stuck in a POW camp and going crazy with fear because no one takes your warnings about needing to get the fuck out seriously, and also your best friend punching you in the face is the most normal you've felt in almost a year:

“I’m sorry.”

The noise that comes out of Bucky’s bunk is barely human, a snarl more suited to Meatball, or the Kraut’s dogs. “You’re sorry,” Bucky snarls. “You are a real piece of work, Buck.”

He rolls over, kicks his legs out of the bunk, boots on, to glare up at Gale. “Saint Cleven,” he sneers, and he’s just pissed and it's nothing Gale hasn't heard before, but it still stings a bit. “I pick a fight and you’re the one who's sorry.” His eye’s already swelling up, purpling a bit at the edge. Again. Gale’s stomach roils looking at it. “It’s not bad enough that’s the first time you’ve treated me like normal—”

“Hittin’ you ain’t normal,” he bites out, before he can stop himself. He scrubs his hand over his eyes, just for a second, and when he looks back John's anger has dimmed a bit, banked coals instead of the inferno.

“It’s better than whatever the hell you’ve been doing the last few weeks.”

How’s that?” Gale says, sharper than he means to. Whatever he means, there’s nothing better in hurting Bucky. Not when he’s already had plenty more than his fair share.

“You won't touch me, Buck!” It’s hissed through John’s teeth but it hits him with all the force of a baseball bat to the face. It sits between them for a moment, heavy.

“That's not true,” he mutters, but there’s no strength in it, and John barely dignifies it with a scoff.

He tries again. “I didn't think you’d want…” He trails off, feeling stupid even as the words come out of his mouth. Bucky can't go ten minutes without slinging his arm around a pal’s neck, a clap on a shoulder, an elbow in someone’s side to get their attention. He couldn't, anyway. Before all this

“The hell d’you know about what I want,” Bucky snaps, like he doesn't wear every thought on his face clear as day. “I'm damaged goods, I get it, but I’m not some china doll—”

“You’re not damaged goods,” Gale shouts, the words bursting out of him like water from a burst pipe and loud enough to make John flinch back, shock all over his face.

sooo yeah! that's stalag shit! if i do ever get it done, i think it'll need some revisiting on the characterization, but honestly probably not that much. it is however the only purely-clegan wip i have, which means it would probably do better than alllllllll my other stuff even WITH the caveat that it's dark content. which is very funny to me in a bitter sort of way.

[ladywaffles]

wip tag game

rules: share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of the word you've been given!

tagged by: @redbelles, who gave me the word SING

unfortunately for you, i am physically incapable of resisting the urge to start a new wip, and so here i lounge, on my throne of unfinished drafts.

[as of yet untitled duke and maria mitchell origin story, brought to you by my "Maverick Mitchell Is Pinoy, Argue With The Wall" headcanon]

She is delightful and everything he's ever dreamed of loving. He knows he wants to marry her when he walks her back to her brother's house, this time with her hand in the crook of his elbow like the polite gentleman his mother raised him to be. Maria blushes prettily, and she kisses like he belongs to her. He'd give her the whole world if he could. when maria kisses him, he feels like he's being shot off the catapult into the open sky on a clear blue day. There is no better feeling.

[we now interrupt your regularly scheduled ladywaffles/lamby fic for untitled and unhinged icemav smut]

If Ice hadn’t spent the whole evening riling him up only to deny him before he came, and if Ice weren’t currently grinding his cock into Maverick’s prostate with every shift of his hips, and if Ice didn’t have a hand on his throat, gently squeezing in the way they both know makes Maverick melt into the mattress until all he can think about, all he wants, is to make Ice happy— If Ice hadn’t done all of that, Maverick could have responded in a way that wouldn’t immediately result in Ice tossing him out of the Navy before he took his dick out of Maverick’s ass.

modification over alteration: bradley bradshaw blue-skidoos into an alternate universe where iceman is still alive and married to admiral (?!) maverick mitchell, and bradley's other self looks remarkably familiar... [insert mustachioed glen powell here]

“No, just his better half. I’m supposed to be on leave right now, so uncle duties got delegated to me while Mav gets to wrangle the bureaucracy until I go back to the office on Monday. His luck had to run out at some point,” Ice winks. “You married Maverick?” Bradley asks. He zeroes in on the silver band on Ice’s left hand, a perfect foil to the academy ring on his right hand. Ice twists it off so he can look at it; there’s a string of numbers, coordinates, etched on the inside, followed by a date—sometime in October 2015. “Of course, that’s just the official one,” Ice says as he accepts the ring back. “We’ve been together for much longer than that. I’m surprised that you’re surprised by this.”

dress and tie: a pennymav fic that's been languishing in my drafts folder for Far Too Long

“Good to go,” he tells her. “Thank you,” she says softly. She spins on the balls of her feet to face him. “What do you think?” Pete breaks out into that smile of his, that look that makes her forget every time he’s broken her heart and charms her into giving him another chance. “You’re always a stunner, but this…” he trails off, his eyes bright. “You look great.”  It’s the same thing he said to her, when she found him sitting at her bar, but the admiration doesn’t seem to have melted away at all.  “Don’t give me that look,” she tells him. I’ll never leave for this date if you keep looking at me like that.

tagging: @sluttyhenley @twinkboimler @starrybouquet @thebaconsandwichofregret and anyone else who wants to play! <3 your word is STIR

[oatflatwhite]

favorite buck and bucky moment? 👀

JUST ONE???????

ok. ok alright. god ok like shortlist which in itself is so hard is absolutely the reunion at the end of part 6, buck coming to check on bucky during his turtleneck baseball era, clearup tower this is chowhound one over!!!!!!!!! you heard me the first goddamn time gale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but i think. I just can't get over the scene where buck is dancing with meatball and bucky is just. Looking at him. Memorising this moment because who knows how long he'll have to look at buck again. He's already missing buck! He's missing buck and he's standing right in front of him!!! *lays down on the ground and weeps until there is no water left in my body and i shrivel up like spongebob on dry land*

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[sluttyhenley]

i think u should talk about the biting him fic :)

*chomp chomp chomp*

i just think marge should get to bite gale. i think she would like biting gale. i think that bucky should get to bite buck. i think marge and buck would both like that.

it's shaping up as a five times type fic honestly so like. love that for me or whatever. (five times marge bit gale and one time she encourages bucky to bite buck or something similarly deranged)

and i think the first time marge bites gale (because he hasn't been re-christened buck yet) she's goading him into being a little bit less damn respectful of her. and probably all it took was one large hand on her hip and her teeth sink into his lip and he makes a noise and she thinks she hurt him but uhh yeah no that's not what that noise was.

and anyway i think that the subsequent biting him incidents are in tandem with getting to know john egan. and in response to some unexamined jealousy on multiple fronts. so the last time. the plus one. marge has made a decision/had a realization. these two freaks are a two for one kind of deal and actually maybe she doesn't hate that. and also maybe there's some idk recognition of the other. and something something resolving that earlier jealousy and marge enjoying a degree of voyeurism because she deserves it.

anyway, here i wrote this 4 u:

Marge's hand falls onto his thigh, fingertips brushing against the inseam of Gale's pants, and that seems to have the desired affect. His mouth moves against hers, parting her lips and his hand falls to her hip, large and encompassing. She imagines him enveloping her, surrounding her, and longs for it. There's a fire building inside of her that she's never felt before as she presses closer, her fingers digging into his thigh. His own hand tightens on her hip, and her teeth sink into his lower lip, eliciting a pained groan. Marge pulls back, deeply chagrined. She hadn't meant to hurt him.

so yeah, that's going great for everyone involved.

ask me about my wips!

[wulfhalls]

no meme is strong enough to mitigate the psychic damage from that fuckass franchise half a decade after it ended we need to hunt these execs for sport

the very fucking worst thing of it is tho that no matter how bad it will be. how much I don't wanna be anywhere near that train wreck hellscape. I will be watching :/ that's why I hate them so much. they did this to me and I can't ever go back. I want off this ride so bad (I'll never be off this fucking ride ever)

[ronsenthal]

jess my love i am so sorry you're getting a bunch of whack anons acting as though being rightfully frustrated by rude behavior on gifsets is? somehow? a fandom crime? what absolute garbage. there's a clear difference between engaging in good faith conversation within the bounds of tumblr etiquette and being a complete asshat on someone else's post, and anyone who disagrees deserves every single block they catch.

anyway, i just wanted to say thank you again for backing me up yesterday—gifmakers unite!—and also for being such a wonderful part of the hbowar community! you are a delight, and i hope your day is as wonderful as you are 🩶✨

I wasn't expecting so much drama as I don't understand why being so passive aggressive about the way that I got upset over something that means to me?

There is the difference about engaging, complimenting, giving actual opinions and insights about our creations or the subjects associated. At this point I truly believe it's cynicism, lack of empathy and awful basic etiquette.

Thank you for being so nice, supportive and talented. Always by your side okay 💙🥹

[lannisterdaddyissues]

for the ask game: rhaenrya targaryen and/or rita vrataski ✨

it has taken 84 years, but i have finally decided to sit my ass down in a chair and answer these old asks meg i am SO sorry for doing you dirty like thissss </33333

anyway THANK YOU for sending in my girls bc i dont talk about them enough though i Do have opinions on them!! also i hope to god these pics upload in high quality or ill be so heartbroken if my little comments are illegible smh

rhaenyra:

rita:

[nataliescatorccio]

hopping on the hype train: becca, you are consistently one of my biggest inspirations on this hellsite (affectionate), and i am forever in awe of how talented and kind and generous you are 💖

meg!!! i quite literally embody this emoji right now 🥹 because wow, the fact that someone who i look up to so much in their giffing prowess and talent would say this? be still my beating heart! you're too kind and i'm lucky to have you and your photoshop mastery to inspire me right back! 💖

[ninzied]

📝✨

[brooksdavis]

challengers (2024) and/or on drakon (2015) for the film meme!

HI MEG BELOVED

okay so i love challengers i saw it half dead on allergy medication and greenery sick and alone and it still stole my wig, watched it like three weeks later with the bf, and i have never seen drakon!! what's it about 👀👀👀

[majicmarker]

HAPPY FUCKIN' BIRTHDAY MAJ!!!!!!! love you lots, still can't believe i tricked u into bein' my friend, cannot WAIT to yeet a rude gifset at you in celebration ✨🖤😈

first of all cannot believe u even still want to be friends w me, u could track the history of my emotional breakdowns through our text thread

second of all don’t make that face at me

[meyerlansky]

[crashes in twenty minutes late]: kmeme my liege??? kmeme??? alternatively, i'm Deeply interested in stalag shit 👀

worry not as i am three days late to my own goddamn ask game. i hate to have an immune system. though i guess not having one would be worse.

ANYWAY, would you believe there is one (1) curtbucky prompt over on the hbowar kinkmeme? I did NOT post it but it is fucking fantastic—the prompt is "John is really touch starved, so he practically (or literally?) begs Curt to touch him. Maybe he goads him into more fights first and Curt figures out what he needs." which is fucking custom made for me, prompter if you're out there please know i am kissing you ON THE MOUTH—and i AM going to attempt to fill it:

“What’s goin’ on?” Curt murmurs at his back, and Bucky wants to flinch at the worry in it. “...Major?”

Bucky rolls his forehead against the wall, keeps his eyes screwed shut tight. Major, the pane of glass shoved between Bucky and the rest of the world. Christ, he fucking hates it.

“Don't—” Bucky manages, swallows hard, tries to shove some lightness in his voice. “Will you quit it with the ranks bullshit?”

It falls out of his mouth flat, but he doesn't wince when Curt makes a dismissive noise. “‘Cause that went great the last time,” he grumbles, almost under his breath but not quite. Bucky doesn't nod—but it did, it did, he wants it again, Curt’s fist slamming some sense back into his rattled brain, Curt’s hands on Bucky's skin, Curt so fucking close and not fucking touching him.

“Just, c’mon,” he mumbles, shakes Curt’s wrist to try and make him move. “I been buggin’ you all night, don't ya wanna take another swing?” Curt breathes in sharp, and Bucky flushes, can't even pin down why.

“Bucky,” Curt says, the sound of it like he’s the one got socked, winded and hurt and it's not the rank but it's worse somehow. Bucky can't square it but he doesn't like it.

a slightly less sure of himself curt in this one, but not so much less as to not get pushy when he gets the go-ahead ;) bucky being a needy boy, as ever.

[daenerys-targaryen]

hey leah, is there any chance you can tag your posts about taylor? i don't want to have to unfollow, but i have literally every iteration of her name/her fans blocked and yet i cannot escape all this breakup talk 💀

sure i can try!

[oatflatwhite]

7, 20, 30!

7. song stuck in your head?

scrawny by wallows! i was driving for like 2+ hours today and only listening to their music so yeah that tracks

20. are you a gamer? what's the last game you played?

yes! a bad gamer one but yes. i just finished my second playthrough of the wolf among us! but i also have a hades, dragon age, and horizon zero dawn playthrough on the go though i haven't touched the last couple in months. i go through phases of being really invested in a game then dropping completely out of it oops

30. what is your favourite way to create?

writing <3 i like crafting e.g. making birthday cards for my friends and family too but writing is no. 1 always!

thank you for the sure some asks besties <3

[sluttyhenley]

2, 11, 19!

2 - What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

so writing explicit threesome sex was something i had never done before this year. thought about it plenty. but didn't actually do it until the brainworms took over. also there's just a lot of what i did with my writing style in the blue skies series that was new for me and challenging which leads to the next question!!

11 - What fic was the most difficult to write?

bluebirds singing a song as you will recall was very challenging for me. it was such a trial for me and it was really kind of disheartening especially in the editing process. it really felt like anything i thought i was capable of with my writing i was just fooling myself about.

19 - Share your favorite piece of dialogue

for all that bluebirds fought me it did pay off and it does have some of my favorite dialogue that i wrote this year:

“Gale loves you,” she finally said, sparing a moment to think she shouldn’t be the one telling him that, but he did. He loved John so much. Even before that love took this shape, it was always there. “He loves you so much, and I won’t—” She cleared her throat. The corners of her eyes burned. “I won’t keep him from you. You matter too much to him.” “Marge—” John tried to interrupt, but she had to keep going. “Let me finish.” There was a pleading note in her voice, no help for it. “It will hurt, but this? You need each other and I can’t stand in the way of that. Even if you don’t like me.” “Marge, I like you.” The words fell out of him in a rush, almost as desperate as she felt.  Her stomach twisted itself into knots. Marge wanted to believe him. “Don’t lie to me, John Egan.” She didn’t think her heart could take it if he lied to her.  “I’m not,” he protested. “Marge, I swear, I’m not lying to you.” He turned fully towards her now, and their knees brushed. “I promise. I like you. I—”

send me some fic asks!

[wulfhalls]

okay tumblr user "they're real people with real lives who see the shit you're posting about them" k0dster, quick question: do you really think walton goggins and ella purnell are on tumblr cruising through ship tags? really for real? please speak clearly into the mic.

anyway, i'm off to watch the show and ship ghoulcy out of spite ✨

walton goggins wife scrolling thru tumblr.com: one more post about him and his chemistry with his costar and im divorcing that man no joke! anyways. cannot wait for the top tier gif sets ur about to #bless us with 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏