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[writingsinashes]

Multi-Muse

Novella || Multi-Para || Canon & OC || Multi-Verse || Multi-Ship

30 || CST || NSFW

Muses and plots that span various media, such as films, literature, video games, mythology, and with the power of imagination.

With a touch of canon and a sprinkle of OCs, this blog might have just what you've been looking for!

Write with someone who's been in the RPC for about 17 years without the drama of the past 17 years! 😂

{Memes} {Rules} {Muses}

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[bloodstainedstar]

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

✮ – Bucky tried to convince himself some days were easier, that not everything sucked, not all of the things around him overwhelmed him. But sometimes all it took was a word, or the sight of an object, a sound, a smell…and it could go on and on.

He sometimes felt he was spinning endlessly like the dirty laundry he put on the washing machine from his tiny Brooklyn apartment he had just learnt how to use without losing his temper. 

Sometimes, Bucky knelt, one hand on his knee, a fist on the floor to hold himself steady. He tried to breathe, tried to make himself as small as possible. When panic truly embraced him, clawed at his body trying to drag him back to that dark, pathetic place he was once in, Bucky himself believed dying would be better than being hit by all of those emotions at the same time.

Many things were complicated for him, tricky. Like physical contact, intimacy, trust. He felt navigating them was like stepping on thin ice, never knowing when it was going to break underneath his feet. So when Wanda touched his shoulder, despite her honest and good intention, Bucky flinched and rolled it.

“Don’t touch me” He said loud and clear, but he wasn’t yelling. His tone was darker, colder, distant. “Just…”

“…Leave me alone.”

And then, like a peace offering, a tiny bit of hope, he said “Please.”

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ – Bucky glared at him for his comment but kept focus on the job at hand, sucking and playing with his tongue against the other’s cock. For a second, Bucky closed his eyes, inhaling through his nose and swallowing as he tried not to choke. The praise, however, was a good detail, he even hummed when those words got to his ears.

His hands then slipped up underneath Zemo’s sweater as far as they could go given their positioning, frustration clear on his action as he attempted to feel some of his skin. The sounds the other he was making even if subtle were going directly to his own cock. The temptation of lifting his knees and bucking his hips up was palpable, Bucky felt rather pathetic wanting to get any sort of friction but he longed for something, anything that would give him some form of release.

Bucky was starting to let the memories from the past stay there as he closed his eyes and worked the other’s length some more, a combination of spit and precome coming out of the corner of his mouth, rolling down his chin. He shivered slightly, opening his eyes to meet Zemo’s.

His pleading gaze was evident; Bucky didn’t consider himself weak at that moment, not exactly, he was allowing Zemo to take control even if temporarily. But if he couldn’t touch him—hold him or just do something more to him, he was going to lose it.

Caress.

Send "caress" to caress my muse's cheek.

It had been a long day. Zemo was tired and wanted little more than to pour himself a drink the moment they returned to the safehouse. Things had gone to shit, however, and with the amount of blood he'd been exposed to, a shower was probably the better first option lest he ingest some asshole's blood.

He'd barely toed out of his shoes when he felt the warm touch to his face, leaving him more confused than anything as he looked up. For half a second, upon seeing Bucky, he relaxed into what might have been a gentle touch before he caught himself.

"Ah it's... Not my blood," Zemo managed after a moment. It seemed to him far more likely that the touch was concern about blood on his face than anything - he'd been wearing his mask, so it seemed unlikely and yet somehow more likely than possible affection.

[da-shrimping-station]

OH MY GOD HELLO????

rereading the last bit of the story was the right choice 😭😭😭

he even did it on behalf of Beleth without even being asked to

[biblically-accurate-dca]

moon n ballora

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ – Karen’s sense of humor always managed to pull a smile from Bucky. She seemed different than most people he had met. Someone who had to deal with a lot and yet she soldiered on, always worrying about anyone else first, not putting herself as a priority because her heart seemed to be bigger than any type of ego or selfish behavior. 

“I’d argue that men are just difficult to deal with”, and he was one, an old one that is, so what he spoke of came from personal experience. He then shrugged, smiling softly and sighing. “You sure you don’t want a piggy back ride? Your knee—“, he nodded at it, feeling bad she’d have to walk like that in such a weather. But Bucky knew, however, not to press on things especially when it came to her.

She was strong, she could handle herself. He didn’t mean to make anything he did or said sound as if he was trying to be her knight in shining armor; far from that, in fact. He just wondered if perhaps she was going the extra mile. Was she proving something to herself? Or someone else? 

For a moment, Bucky thought that perhaps it wasn’t intimidation what he felt when they were close, but rather he was afraid of hurting her feelings, saying something wrong, pushing her away. And honestly, that…hadn’t happened in a long, long time. When was the last time Bucky actually gave a flying fuck about people’s feelings? He had tried but failed more than once, so he just gave up…momentarily, trying to wrap his head around his own feelings first. Hanging out with her felt like a second chance at being better at those things, empathize with people.

“Still feeling like coffee or maybe something different like a beer and something savory?” Bucky said while adjusted his cap.

@bloodstainedstar / continued from HERE.

The day had been long and Karen had honestly considered going home and sitting in the shower with her clothes on just because it felt too tedious to have to remove the layers she wore. Just let the water wash over her and drown out the noise of the day that she had experienced, wash away the grit and the grime of the city that clung to her skin. Except midway through the hellscape of her day, Bucky had text and asked her if she'd like to meet when she was done with work, and without thought her response had been sent with a lingering smile on her face.

Of course.

When Karen had parted ways with Foggy and Matt earlier that day to go meet with a potential witness for one of the cases they were preparing to present to course, she'd promised both men that she would be fine, that she'd check in regularly with them and even shared her location with both men. It was only a routine meeting, Karen reminded them, and nothing would go wrong.

Until the asshole they were taking to court tried to take hold of Karen from behind at her client's doorway to scare her off of the case. Until he shoved her down and then grabbed at hair to pull her up, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. Until he was met eye-to-eye with a woman holding a gun on him, her aim steady, fear drained from her.

When he let her go, Karen's leg buckled the slightest, pain shooting up from her knee where the scrape was, but she stood firm. Her client had called the police and by the time the precinct had arrived, Matt and Foggy had also been notified but were told she was okay (and she was). Statements given, discussion of more charges had, Karen finally escaped to go meet up with Bucky with a slightly bloody knee and an exhausted body to go along with it.

And yes, by the time he had arrived, she had forgotten about her knee, forgotten about the scuffle and had been focused more on the flutter of joy in her stomach at getting to see Bucky. His words and assessment of the injury had her smiling, and the offer of coffee perked her up just enough that she didn't feel mired in exhaustion still. "I wish I had just fought off a purse snatcher," she remarked as she fell in beside him at a leisurely pace. "Angry men not accepting that they are being divorced are a lot harder to deal with."

[esteemed-excellency]

ok so the brass embassy is just an italian post office

[kjzx]

Pspspsps Harlan I have a nice idea for you I'm sure the fans are gonna LOVE this

[heartorbit]

SPARKLE ON ✨✨✨

[writingsinashes]

@lovelylostminds asked:

"Did you know that sea otters hold hands so they don't drift apart?" - From Charlotte c:

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Frank peered at Charlotte sleepily even as he registered that their fingers were laced together, a small but sappy smile wanting to escape only to be tampered down and replaced with a huff of a chuckle.

"You haven't slept, have ya babygirl?" He asked her as he settled back down onto the bed, stretching so that she could lay against his side,

[eos-headcanon-station]

Zoro and Sanji are either oblivious of their feelings or married in secret impulsively with no in between in my brain. The fact that Luffy can officiate legally binding weddings due to being a pirate captain has made that my intrusive thought.

[sigskk]

sigchuu meeting (canon) (sigma told me himself)

[ID: A pixel art doodle of Chuuya and Sigma from Bungo Stray Dogs, standing side-by-side. They are very stylized, with elliptical heads, long necks that run offscreen at the bottom, and with only eyes and hair. Sigma is looking away from Chuuya, blushing. Chuuya is wearing his hat and has heavy eye bags. He's staring into the camera with an irritated expression. He has yellow sparkles around him and two arrows pointed to him, one reading "Has not slept in days", and the other in lower opacity, "(also looks like an angel)". End ID.]

[probablygayattorneys]

I can't believe I spent three days in England and in that time completely forgot to tap every light fixture and shake every bush in the search of hint coins and not a SINGLE person just completely unprompted made me solve a puzzle before they would give me my breakfast/let me into the museum I wanted to go into/showed me where my seats at the theatre were/replaced the souvenir program I knocked water onto/etc.

[reactionimagesdaily]

[yasu-kun]

Ｄｅｖｏｔｅｄ　Ｔｏ　Ｃｏｏｋ　Ｆｏｒ　Ａ　Ｌｅｇｅｎｄａｒｙ　Ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ…

The parody is based on watching the first episode of "Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill" and I immediately got inspired after I hearing Fel(l)'s name.

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ – Ah, he remembered that expression all too well. He was incredibly confused back when Zola experimented on him and despite the constant mind wiping and conditioning he got, he remembered the expression he had on his face as he saw the reflection of his it on a window: confusion, fear, pain, loneliness.

He also remembered how he felt when Steve managed to break that programming and as he got the blond and himself out of the Potomac, he felt panic creeping up on him faster than he thought. He also remembered having more flashbacks than his brain could handle and puking his guts out for solid two to five minutes, tears building up in his eyes and a throbbing headache that accompanied him for days.

The experience of the mysterious man in front of him may not be exactly the same, but Bucky knew a thing or two about being a man out of time. Of being alone.

“Yeah”, Bucky nodded, then looked around with his eyes until he realized there was a digital billboard not too far from them. One could see the date and time quite clearly from the rooftop. “Over there. See that billboard?” He pointed with the hand that held the goggles. “October 2nd, 2024, 03:45 am”, he read out loud.

Then there was uncomfortable silence between both men, and Bucky could feel the other’s uneasiness. It was a relief, in a way, as it showed the other was capable of feeling something, anything besides coldness and indifference, prepotence and stoicism.

During what seemed like an eternal moment of silence, Bucky briefly thought if that was how Steve felt when he awoke from the ice. Alone, scared—he wondered if Bucky falling from the train was what he thought about first.

Ah dammit, the thought made his chest feel too tight.

“I know it may be a lot to ask”, Bucky finally interrupted “But you have to at least give me the benefit of the doubt. Let me try to help you.”

He finally looked at him, prying his eyes away from the billboard far away.

“What’s your name?” He tried once more.

✮ – Bucky had been right the first time, he got stuck with the stoic kind. Only spoke the necessary amount of words (not that he was a chatter himself) and he seemed to be quite cautious. It made sense, they weren’t exactly on the same team despite their previous temporary collaboration and his assessment had been correct. About his guns, that was. And at his warning, Bucky simply nodded.

He seemed slightly amused when the man told him the tone of the conversation and exactly what he expected from him. Not exactly how a chat went, let alone a conversation, but…

“Fair”, Bucky replied. He probably wouldn’t have all the answers to those questions or even answers the man would find satisfactory, but Bucky digressed.

The slightly cold autumn wind picks up again but that time wasn’t as aggressive as when the chopper was hovering over them. Some old leaves drag themselves on the ground, making annoying, crackling noises that reach to Bucky’s ear yet they don’t manage to make him lose the focus on what’s in front of him. Steel blue eyes observed the man move only one step—wise, Bucky thought.

He had never been that good at analyzing people from a subjective perspective, which meant focusing on their feelings, for example. He barely knew the man but people like Sam would have already know what to do, how to go about the situation only by talking, considering his background as a support group specialist. But Bucky…

He could definitely read people to understand their intentions but always focusing on an offense, on how to counter attack. Feelings, emotions—those things were way more complicated to Bucky despite all the experience he had gained in the last few years. And honestly, he barely knew the man in front of him.

The question the man offered however, made him furrow his brows.

Stardate…?

He parted his lips to speak but then decided against it. He had to think about it for a second.

Was he referring to that kind of stardate…?

“If you’re referring to today’s date, then it’s October 2nd, 2024. And you’ve probably figured it out by now, but you’re on planet Earth”, he really didn’t mean to sound condescending and he hoped the man didn’t take it as such. But after being asked a stardate…? This guy was definitely from outer space, somewhere. 

Bucky then made a mental note to reach out to the Guardians of the Galaxy for help, but talking to Rocket and his ongoing ‘I’m gonna get that arm’ attitude was going to drive him crazy.

“What’s your name?” Bucky asked in return, definitely breaking the other’s ground rules.