Instructions: In a new post, share the first line of the last ten things you posted and tag ten (or however many) more people to play.
Lava burns like an inferno that never ceases. It scalds the flesh, transforming it into a chalky, stone-colored husk before it ultimately gets blown into the atmosphere, and strewn across the burning heavens. (i found humor in the wreckage) [stucky]
Bucky doesn’t even want to be here on this damn quinjet heading for who the fuck knows where. (devoured [unholy is the hunger]) (stucky)
They won the war. (a world so vicious, so cruel) [stucky]
Sarah sighed as she dipped a towel into warm water chock full of healing herbs gifted to her by one of the new mothers from the next building over. (do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart, ch 2) [stucky]
Vladimir, son of Lady Corina and the late royal consort, Andrei, of House Tenev risked execution as he sailed toward Italia from the Tyrrhenian Sea. (casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare) [dryflowers, icyvampires)
The nimbus clouds outside of the window to Bucky’s left are grey and heavy with the beginnings of a coming rain. (from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who play with fire) [gen]
The sound of a portal opening directly into his quarters causes Steve to slink toward the corner of the room for his shield. (echoes of crystal springs) [stucky]
The blood that pumps through thy veins begot the rage that burns bright... (the living dead) [gen]
The heavens had split open as illumination streamed through the crack in the skies... (rebirth) [gen]
Black blood wasn’t normal. (i won't die from the salt that you pour in my wounds) [evermin]
And here's a lil bonus opener for a yet another project I'm working on... you'll never guess where it's from 🤭
The moon hangs high in the sky, beams of light subtly illuminate the mountainside through the foliage. Crisp, sea salt from the ocean cuts through the scent of birch trees. The sudden burst of bitter sweat coating human flesh tainting the floral hints of spilled blood in the air swirls in Steve’s nose.
No pressure tags: @readmymindao3, @kingofsorrow20, @dvrkblooms, @metalbvcky, @ellethespaceunicorn
I've been really inactive lately so I'm tryna check on my mutuals
Hii! I’m pretty good not too much to report on my life rn it’s pretty boring lmao just kinda chilling on the couch. I just got back from a small vacation though so dw about being inactive I have been too. hru though?
hmmm alrighty so I think my very favorite is applejack and twilight! idk if i have a super deep reason i just really love their interactions and i think applejack would love to listen to twilight go on about magic and science even if she doesn’t always understand.
my second fave is a tie between rarity/applejack and rainbow/flutters. i lov rairty /applejack cuz im a sucker for femme/butch couples and flutters and rainbow are like that childhood best friends discover gay feelings thing and that’s my jam
rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.
Tagged by @gyokujyn 🩶
My word is TWIST
Snippets below the cut...
T - snippet from do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart (chapter 2)
The moon was quite full as he gazed into the sky. It was weird though. There was a peculiar crimson tint to that ball of light. It was in this moonlight that his skin seemed to itch less and that the burning decreased to a simmer. He became aware of that beloved aroma of peaches and spiced rum then. It made him turn toward the apartment across the way. He could see through the glass of an open window and into a room that almost mirrored his own. In it was Bucky lying prone on his bed looking directly at him. There was glimmer in his eyes that had Steve tripping over his feet to get across the space between them. He knew that look. Never had he been so grateful for the apartment between his and Bucky’s. It was just high enough that he could use it cross the distance whenever he felt the urge to visit with Bucky. He felt that urge often. He only used the front door to be respectful of his best friend’s parents. The simmer beneath his skin, that was steadily building at the look in Bucky’s eyes, had him caring very little about the proper way of doing things now.
With the crimson light shining down on him from the moon, Steve stole across the distance that separated him from his Bucky. He crept through the window and almost groaned at the overwhelming scent that made up Bucky in bloom. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed the bowl of bone broth sitting on the bedside table. The low whines coming from the bed are what made him scramble over.
“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice was reedy with want.
W - this is an untitled fic that came to me while working on venom!steve
What if the asset kidnaps Steve during the great search for Bucky Barnes...
That's all I've got on that so far lmfao
I - snippet from those that live between sunset and moonrise from the blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin series
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” The sound of the vampire’s chuckles scent shivers down his spine, Bucky valiantly tried to keep his body from betraying him but failed. He could only be grateful that the blond didn’t comment on it.
“I asked if you were all right.” The vampire was still clutching his hand. The way those cool fingers felt lightly caressing the burns caused even more slick to leak into his pants. Bucky was too outdone with his body’s responses. Never has he ever had such a strong reaction like this to anyone. “That seems like quite the burn.”
“It— it doesn’t hurt too bad,” Bucky said, internally berating himself for stuttering.
“So, Dr. Barnes—
“How do you know my name?” He questioned the vampire, hastily stepping back only to collide with the table, dropping his bag in the process.
“You’re wearing your Isipho Industries badge,” the blond said steadying him. “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised to see they hired anyone on, are you new?”
“Hardly,” Bucky scoffed as he put more space between the two of them, the tome in his bag momentarily forgotten on the ground. “I’ve been working at II for about a few years now.”
“Ahh, I must be out of touch then. I recently moved back to the city and haven’t really caught up on any affairs from the professional world just yet.”
“You live here too?”
A wry grin pulled at the corners of Steve’s lips as he nodded. “Yeah, I’m in Flatbush.”
“Oh,” Bucky smiled nervously in return. “I’m over there too.”
Steve hummed in surprised. “I’m really intrigued now, an omega witch in Flatbush. A scientist at II no less. They’re such an exclusive company, one of my colleagues applied for a position but was turned down in favor for someone else.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Did they find another job?” Bucky asked.
“They did, and they’re very happy at Pym Tech.”
“That’s good then.” Bucky looked past his vampire companion to see Jack eyeing the two of them suspiciously and sighed. Jack was a nosy sonovabitch and he wouldn’t put it past the guy to say anything to the coven about what he saw today. The last thing he needed was a chance meeting with a random vampire out in the open to be hot gossip straight off the press.
“I was wondering, would you mind indulging my curiosity by joining me for lunch?”
Bucky was taken aback by the question. He couldn’t quite believe that a vampire was asking a witch out like this. It was unheard of, and in public no less. It was against certain outdated rules that he didn’t bother to heed, but definitely didn’t think he would have a chance to break. The smile that graced the blond’s features wasn’t menacing but it did promise many things that the slick pooling in his underwear and his omega hindbrain definitely liked the idea of. He could even see a hint of sharp teeth as they peeked from the vampire’s lips.
“I have plans, sorry.” He looked down at his watch and thanked his lucky stars that his lunch break truly was nearly over. “I’m late for them now, actually. If you’ll excuse me.”
He was about to reach down and pick up the tome when the vampire beat him to it. The blonde handed it to him and, for a moment, their hands touched. Looking up, he could see the blond tense his jaw before putting his hand in his pocket. Bucky could have sworn that he saw something on the vampire’s palm and quirked his brow in question. Before he could attempt to ask, the blond produced a business card. It read Dr. Steven Grant Rogers with an impressive list of letters behind his name.
“I’ll see you around, Dr. Barnes.”
S - snippet from the burning embers of a dying world series prequel aka stucky dune au
Steve stands at the cliff’s edge, witnessing the ships rising from the crystalline waters of Vanaheim and into the starry skies, he can’t help but think of a time when life was much simpler.
T - snippet of from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who play with fire aka dark twilight x stucky au
The sensation of his stomach swooping as the plane begins its descent pulls Bucky’s attention away from the open window and onto the filled page. The drawing etched onto the parchment had been transformed into the likeness of the fine line tattoo inked onto his skin. Delicate strokes mimic the lace of a garter belt. Harsh segments and bold shading depict the tale of a blade carved from bone, gifted to him by his bunǎ. It’s the barely there shadows below a cross and beads that remind him of rosaries. Bucky doesn’t understand his own fascination with them but he has drawn them ever since he can remember. It was only fitting that he had them memorialized on his flesh.
The excerpt is inspired by this photo. "Bunǎ" is grandmother in Romanian.
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
in no particular order...
oh my, he's a long way from suburban towns
bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death
burning embers of a dying world
casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare
crawling on my knees, watch me while i bleed
crimson courtship: a death race for love
do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart
fall of the house of the black sun
from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire
hold me in the after hours
hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page
oh how i adore the ways in which you bleed for me
the song has ended, but the melody lingers on
those that live between sunset and moonrise
you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things
whew, that's not even all my ideas...
no pressure tags: @thepiper0fhameln @katie-delaney @kingofsorrow20
I have too many wips rattling around in my brain but here are 3 that I'm currently working on...
bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death [evanstan, 🅴] - Chris and Sebastian were never supposed to fall in love with each other. They did anyway.
His comrades teased him plenty when the official summons came. They sang nonsensical songs Beltane, Beltane, All Hail Beltane, as if they knew the real reason he was headed home, as if it was truly a good thing. For the others it probably was, but for Sebastian it would be one of the hardest battles he had ever fought.
do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart [stucky, 🅴] - a catfa divergence x twisted fairytale au
There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare.
burning embers of a dying world [stucky, 🅴] - a dune au
Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923
Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?
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Brooklynd, Vanaheim - 20 years later
Ever since he can remember, Steve has always been plagued with visions while he sleeps of a boy with pupils that mirror the shade of the Vanaheim ocean tides and irises that sing of the skies. That same boy grows into the man that leads him across the sand dunes that cover Arrakis in its entirety. He still has those dreams, he sees the man wearing a smile that pierces Steve’s soul, one hand drenched in blood and an arm coated in metal. He thinks of those dreams as he stands at the altar to await his bride with those same blue eyes.
no pressure tags: @gyokujyn @rosduncan @greekgeek24 @lynlee494 @the-ravening and anyone else that would like to play!
