Something Tragic About You

[desastreorcalamite]

hello,

i have requested an unfollow twice now from the main and have yet to recieve one days later. that being said, please unfollow me. i no longer wish to be associated with this group.

[furyfms]

“ hi honey, how was work ? i missed you. ” steve repeated the words with a teasing smile on his face as he watched his husband. if someone had told him years ago that he'd be happily married to his best friend in the future, he wouldn't have believed them, and yet here they were, in their shared home, bantering in the same way that they always had, and he couldn't have been happier. “ nobody has ever craved my cooking before, and they’re sure not starting now. ” he couldn’t help but laugh at the mere idea. “ how about a takeout instead ? i’m buying ? ”

[desastreorcalamite]

"that's better," he confirmed. "i missed you too." all the joking disappeared in that one sentence, his tone serious before he bounced back to their normal banter. "hey, that's not true. i really liked that half-cooked cheeseburger you tried to grill me for the fourth. i even," he pointed a finger in his husband's direction, tilting his head in a side eye to hide the way his lips curved higher on one side against the edge of his jaw. "almost asked for another one." the shit eating grin that overtook his features was unstoppable. "the food poisioning was even worth it." the sound of steve's laugh wrapped around bucky like a comfort blanket, releasing him of all the work stresses he brought home. his shoulders relaxed and his face settled into a more genuine smile as he looked at steve. "takeouts fine. i heard there's some pretty good chinese around here." @furyfms

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @demongemz

the soft buzz of conversations overlapping was swiftly interrupted by one voice rising above the rest, silencing the room as it brought attention to itself. anakin, like so many others within the restaurant, looked up from his meal in an attempt to identify the culprit. the shouting only grew louder as the silence in the building stretched on. "get a load of this guy," he whispered, leaning over to the table closest to him. "what do you think he's so upset about?"

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @fcrafcrtnight

anakin had worked — was still working to adjust to life on this foreign planet. it gave him something to focus on, to keep his thoughts from chasing one another into exhaustion. left to his own devices, he would overthink into a spiraling madness. instead, he delved into the culture of earth. "i’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know guys like me are always getting into jams like this." he said, exasperated as he looked down in defeat at the spilled coffee.

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @furyfms

anakin had known no father as there had never been a father for him to know. his conception was a miracle of the force; prophesied long before his birth and brought about by the midi-chlorians that resided within him as in all living creatures. an early life shaped by the love of his mother had been enough until it wasn't. thrust into the world of the jedi, he carried the memory of his mother's love steadfastly in the back of his mind, replacing her physical shape with the man he had come to know as a brother. "your form looks sloppy." anakin teased obi-wan with a knowing smirk, leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded over his chest.

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @demongemz

cregan faltered, the words dying upon his tongue, swallowed by the stillness of his closed mouth. the world beyond their corner continued on, undisturbed by the pair fast in their silence. "are you able to hear me?" breaking their fast with a breath, he inclined himself toward the other man, slow as winter wind, and leaned forward. the weight of his unease was etched into the lines of his carved face.

[fcrafcrtnight-deactivated202505]

"HEY, YOU OKAY? YOU DON'T LOOK SO GOOD." dina had an eye out for these things. maybe, it was thanks to the fact that she had come from a world where every single detail mattered and if you didn't look at them close enough? something bad was going to happen and yes, that usual something bad was dying or.. pretty close to it. right? she happened to think so. shrugging. "you can tell me to leave if it's none of my business, but.. I JUST FIGURED I WOULD CHECK." @desastreorcalamite

[desastreorcalamite]

anakin’s eyes floated above and below dina’s line of vision, searching for something he could sense but not see. it was impossible for her, a stranger, to see him so clearly. he hid it well, or so he thought. finally his eyes landed on hers as he composed an answer. “i just miss someone.” the truth was easy to give when he knew he wouldn’t put anyone in danger with it. “the more i think about her the more it hurts and i can’t stop because when i try i just think about her more. it’s torturous.” @fcrafcrtnight

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @cvrsedmemcries

anakin grinned at brigitte, his smile sudden and playful as it pulled up the corners of his lips. "alright, come on." he demanded, pushing himself off of the chair he had been sat in. "we're going out. you look like you need it." there was no malice behind the words, only simple observation, the sense that he knew something just by looking at her.

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @tcrturedpcetsdep

he was dying slowly. drawn to the darker parts of himself, the blinding fear that could morph itself into catastrophic anger. it was worse when he was alone; just him and the force — the midi chlorians that whispered to him in the absence. anakin's eyes shifted to the hole in the wall, his features a blank slate with voided eyes. he felt nothing when he looked at the evidence of his fractured emotion. "are you here about the damaged wall?" he asked, sensing the other person well before he could see them.

[furyfms]

“ yes well, the gods have never done either of us any favours before this. ” in fact it had been quite the opposite, especially towards the end of his own time in their previous realm, and then he had met his death alongside his sister in the sept of baelor, a cruel irony, really. “ i know. ” he assured softly, believing every word that fell from his lover’s lips, no lie could ever taste so sweet and sound so soothing, a siren song beckoning a lost soldier home. " then that is exactly where i shall be. " he confirmed, steadfast and resolute, leaning easily into the touch. " they will have infinite trouble tearing me away. " just as they had struggled to pull him from renly's body when he had found it, despite the danger that had been advancing toward them, though he neglected to mention that in conversation, for fear of souring the moment. “ i swear it. by the old gods and the new, and whatever else is at play, here. ”

[desastreorcalamite]

For all the wrongs the gods had committed; a list longer than the misfortunes that had befallen the Targaryen's throughout history — this was not one of them, no matter what the whispers of home may have said. This was perhaps the gods' singular success, a flawless union that only ended at the whims of the gods who had created it. "And how is it that you will remain by my side when I no longer have need of a personal guard?" A smirk, half-haunted, drew one edge of his lips higher than the other. The ghosts of the past shadowed his gaze, the pain lingering around the hickory depths, a casted shadow much like the one that had driven a dagger through his heart. He pressed forward, guided by Loras' light through the encroaching darkness; the trauma of his return a delicate wound, still. A moment of silence passed, peaceful and still in nature, lacking all the chaos that marred Renly's life in Westeros. "Let them try." He challenged to any that might be listening with calm defiance, undeterred by proof of the Stranger's dark power. "You have yet to tell me." He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to Loras' lips before pulling back to capture his honeyed eyes. "What became of the realm after my death?" He let himself ask as he leaned back against the mattress, raising his head enough to fold his arms behind it as a makeshift pillow. @furyfms

[fcrafcrtnight-deactivated202505]

"MY LORD. IT PLEASES ME TO SEE YOU WELL." cregan was her brother, but.. she had to remember that he was also the lord of winterfell and that it was up to her to be as polite as one could be. bowing in front of her brother, sara straightened her clothing, before glancing over at him with a quite polite smile. and almost hopeful, seeing as she wanted nothing more than to reach forward and hug him, but.. that would happen as soon as he said that it would. even in here? she still had the upmost respect for him and she had to remember she was but a bastard. "quite a long way from home, but.. this place becomes you, i believe. i hope that you do not miss the cold and the snows of our home too badly, brother?" finally showing a grin. @desastreorcalamite

[desastreorcalamite]

Cregan knew well the weight his title carried in the North as Lord Paramount. Even in a realm as distant from Westeros as the very one they now occupied, he could feel the ghost of its weight lingering upon his shoulder, unrelenting as the winds that chilled his bones in the winter. With Sara, he wished to rid himself of Lord Stark and simply be Cregan. Shared blood bound them more than any name could. Stark and Snow — they were the same, siblings no different than he and the younger brother he had once had. "There is no need for such formality, Sara. I am lord of nothing here. I miss for naught. My son is here. You are here. Cold and snows are no comparison." He smiled fondly, arms outstretched in hope of a hug. @fcrafcrtnight

[onespvrk]

closed starter for @desastreorcalamite (stefanie sylvana)

"what even are daddy issues? just traumatize your father back." steve threw back the rest of his beer, frustrated over the big fire he'd been at before the end of his shift "like ours was shit but we didn't try to burn down the entire town because of it! and they were proud of what they did, gloating to the guards about it." he huffed "at least the building was empty. enough about my day, how was yours stef?"

[desastreorcalamite]

“Not everyone has fathers to traumatize back,” Stefanie replied, voice muffled behind the open pantry door as she rummaged through boxes, looking for the angel hair pasta. “Some dads die before they can be traumatized back. Take ours for example.” Finding the narrow box, she closed the pantry door and walked back into the kitchen where a boiling pot of water sat on the stove. “It’s hard to traumatize someone who’s dead.” Pulling the glued edge of the box apart, she slid a handful of noodles from the package before carefully placing them into the salted water and closing the box again. “It was the same as every other.” She told him, setting the closed box on the counter before turning to glance at Steve. “I got another verse done. I can show you after dinner if you’d like.” @onespvrk

[onespvrk]

closed starter for @desastreorcalamite (bucky barnes)

james had seen pictures and he'd heard stories about his namesake, but like most people he'd heard about, he never expected to meet him. it seemed like all of their parents were, not that he'd seen them all yet... or his friends for that matter, but james had seen so many of them that he should have known it was just a matter of time until he ran into bucky barnes. "uhm... you are bucky barnes... right?" he asked nervously "it's an honor to meet you sir, my name is james... james rogers."

[desastreorcalamite]

Bucky had noticed the younger man lingering around, eyes glued to him from his peripheral, trying not to draw more attention as he kept him within view. It wasn’t until he began approaching that he finally turned his head to get a good look at the stranger. “Do I know you?” He asked, trying to find recollection of him within his mind, but coming up blank. “James Rogers?” The name was familiar coming off his tongue. His very own legal name. “Weird. I’m James Rogers.” He paused, his confusion written plainly across his face. “Do we know each other?” @onespvrk

[loomingdread]

'i’ve got beer, tequila, all sorts of things.' (Billy & Katniss)

"I don't care what you have. Anything. I'll take anything, alright? Just, stop listing things at me." He couldn't think when other people were talking at him and right now, all he wanted to do was mither over his own failings and injuries. "Whatever you're having." He spoke again, realising he was likely coming across too harsh to someone who was at the very least trying to take pity on him. "What are you drinking so early for anyway? I nearly died at the hands of some old psycho, what's your excuse?"

@desastreorcalamite

[desastreorcalamite]

Katniss had never been one to lean on substances to guide her through her pain, even after her first turn in the games. She had watched the effects it had on Haymitch, turning him from a capable, well-mannered man to a shell of himself and decided early on that she didn’t want to be like him, to go through life numbing her anger and her pain; the very forces that drove her to make a change. Some days, however, a drink was tempting. Especially without the comforts of Prim or Peeta to replace the void that was ever-growing within her. “Tequila.” She stated simply, raising the glass of clear liquid to the bartender. “To forget.” The answer was vague, but more true than any other she could have given. “What’s the story behind the old psycho trying to kill you?” @springbandit

[fcrafcrtnight-deactivated202505]

there shall be no knifing one another. - From Bucky

"HM. STRANGE WORDS, COMING FROM A MAN THAT WAS ONCE KNOWN FOR ALL THOSE THAT HE KILLED." he looked over at the other, looking him up and down, because.. yes, he was very well aware of what the winter soldier had been. he was just yet another monster and yet, he supposed that all of his variants were different, same as his were never going to be the same either. "was that supposed to make me do as you wish for me to do?" @desastreorcalamite

[desastreorcalamite]

Bucky blinked, trying to wash away the overwhelming confusion that gripped the edges of his mind. “I think you’ve got the wrong guy, Buddy.” He did his best to play it off, not sure why the stranger seemed to be convinced that he was some sort of murderer. “No, it was just a statement. Do I know you or something?” His brows drew together as he searched those fuzzy edges of his mind that confusion clouded. “Why would I want you to do anything for me?” @fcrafcrtnight

[furyfms]

" i would rather be considered dim than be shit with a sword, the very thing i'd been trained to wield since i could walk. " davos retorted, with a tone as sharp as the very swords he'd earlier referenced. something about aeron bracken in particular had always gotten under his skin, and it seemed that hadn't differed with the location. " a hinderance yes. but you make a fine shield for anything we may run into, or perhaps a bargaining chip which may save my life ! " a jest, though it would doubtfully be considered as one. " considering i'm the only one of us that can actually fight, you would be more my squire in this instance, would you not ? i think you'll play the part wonderfully. "

[desastreorcalamite]

Aeron could not deny that Davos had been sharpened by years of practice, his skill with a sword honed to a sharp edge. He was a formidable swordsman, one that he would not cross swords with again given the opportunity. "You are fortunate, indeed. The gods have seen fit to bless you with strong arms and a fool's wit." His eyes lingered a moment too long on Davos' well-formed arms. "Is this meant to entice me into willingly accompanying you?" Instead, it was proving to have the opposite effect, only giving Aeron more reason to stay where he was, book or naught. “The only knights who cling to their squires are those that are quite fond of them.” The implication of affections whispered but not spoken of weighed heavily in the statement, a dangerous hint of curiosity playing at the edges. @furyfms

[desastreorcalamite]

‘ define lunch or be disintegrated. ’ - @springbandit

“Lunch? Like the midday meal?” Bucky asked, his voice holding a far off quality as he grappled with the reality of a talking raccoon standing on two legs. The visual wasn’t like anything he had stumbled upon before in London, belonging in between the pages of a fairytale instead of on the streets.