#cairistiona

[shewrittheewithlove]

@xmultimusesx has plotted:

Yet another gloomy day in Forks. Honestly she didn't know what her father was thinking when he uprooted their life to move here. She'd become even more confused when he brought a new woman into their lives. She was as cruel as he was, so she guessed it was a fitting pair.

There wasn't upside to it all though. Being kicked out of her father's home. She didn't have to worry about being hit anymore. By either of them.

The downside? She had no friends she could ask for help, and nowhere to go. But she was 18 now so legally she was an adult her father didn't have to be responsible for her anymore... at least in his eyes. She was lucky enough he allowed her to fill a suitcase and duffel bag with her clothes and a few necessities before she was out on her own.

And that's how it had been for the last 2 months. And it seems her body finally hit a breaking point.

They had been in PE, to which she was dressed in typical over sized black sweatsuit. She was already feeling light-headed by the time they all got back to the locker room. She'd waited for everyone else to leave so she could change into different pants when her world went black.

The next thing she knew she was waking up to the soft sounds of beeping. And overly bright room, and what she thought was a nurse walking around the foot of the bed. It was then she realized her head was stinging and she reached up and felt a bandage across her forehead. "Wh-What happened?"

"Oh! Stay still, let me get the doctor for you." The nurse spoke quickly before scurrying out of the room. Immediately she realized she was in the local hospital, and that she was screwed. While she might be lucky to be on her dads insurance still, it was highly unlikely, and she had no way of paying a bill of any sort.

"Shit...."

[formaechao]

"Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man."

@shewrittheewithlove

"Are you saying I'm dangerous or lovable?" Satyrn stated as he walked through the misty glade towards her. "I have been told many things. My exile made me cruel and deadly."

[aelaer]

For the writing meme, since sometimes looking at WIPs can trigger fresh energy:

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Hello old friend! Hope winter's treating you well and that Bucky is serving as a good muse.

Here is one of my WIP snippets that, at my current rate of writing, is never going to see the light of day, so I may as well post it here. (That said, my health is getting better day by day so I'm hoping to get back to writing and art in January - this WIP is just at the very bottom of the list.)

It's basically MCU!Stephen Strange dreaming himself into the head of What If!Stephen (taking the "we dream into our multiversal selves at times" concept from the second DS movie). I have no idea how it'd end, which is why I'm not sure I'll ever finish it. Also the description I have in the second-to-last paragraph at the moment is roooough so forgive first draftness. Maybe I'll figure it out. Another day :P

Where in the vast multiverse was he? 

Then something wholly new and unexpected happened: his other self recognized that he was not alone.

He felt his other's body stiffen and what he could see of his other's mind—less than usual—said within their shared head, Who's there? 

Stephen didn't answer; he wasn't sure what the best way to proceed was in such a situation. That didn't stop his multiversal self from speaking again, this time aloud. "Watcher? Is that you?"

He didn't know who this Watcher was, but at the growing suspicion from his counterpart's mind, Stephen knew that his initial idea to remain silent wouldn't work. He kept himself succinct. I'm another Stephen Strange. Currently dreaming. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Stephen felt his other's body stiffen as he made himself known, then the small part of the mind that he could see was closed off completely and the feeling of sensation was gone. It was odd, and certainly not something he believed he had ever seen in any book he had read. This other version of himself was exceptionally skilled, that much was evident. The fact that he had detected his presence at all suggested he was perhaps the most powerful version of himself that Stephen had yet to encounter.

He could no longer feel his host body or hear even the most shallow of his thoughts, but Stephen could hear his spoken voice just fine. "I remember coming across that theory," he muttered. "I paid little mind to it at the time." There was a pause. "Let's see if this works."

Before Stephen could ask what "this" was, he felt a sensation similar to the second between moments as his spirit disconnected with his physical form to enter the astral plane. It was difficult to describe to anyone who had never felt it, but if he had to, he would say it was what he imagined being caught between two gusts of heavy wind, the heavier wind pressing you down into your skin, but the upward wind catching you just right to push against the downward force and allowing you to soar against the pressure.

Yeah, he didn't exactly try to describe it all that often. But it was a similar feeling that happened here. Someone tell me how the fark I should end this silliness. :P It'd be post MoM so he'd just meet another Strange who destroyed a universe, but I have no idea how it should end. I like my one-shots to be a contained scene/story with proper endings and for it not to feel like an incomplete story.

[thecreaturecrossroads]

Doing a little art today. New Full body of Cairi.

I'm really happy with how this is coming. I'm picking out clothes for her currently.

[fasole-dulce]

@cairistiona7 made a post the other day about how the non-shippy fics don’t seem to get as much attention as the shippy ones.  And it got me thinking. Maybe its because they’re harder to find?  AO3′s filter’s seemed to be geared towards ships so I don’t even know the best way to search for platonic fics.  Anyway, I decided to make a list of the non-shippy fics I’ve read that are Bucky Barnes based.  Feel free to add to this and maybe these awesome fics can get more reads.

There’s Nobody Praying for Me - Now this one has a sequel that does pair Bucky and the OC, but the original story is platonic.  Both the original and the sequel are awesome. (author @rubyrosettared)

You will call me friend - Excellent post civil war fic by @cairistiona7 about Bucky and Steve in Wakanda, 

Sarasotaverse  by le_rouret - This is a series of 6 fics that have Bucky and Steve living in Florida.  Non-shippy except for one fic told from the point of view of a recent divorced woman who picks Bucky up at a bar.  All of the works in this series are excellent.

I know this is a short list.  So again, if anyone can add to it, please do.  Or, if you have a good search algorithm to share.

[shewrittheewithlove]

@fiendishfinesse sent a Letter:

Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.

This was not the turn event she had expected her life to take, but she had come to accept it for what it was. A deal with the devil was not one someone could easily breaking . Not until the price was paid. The hand on her throat reminded her of that. It was deceptively, gentle, but the intention behind it was clear. 

“I know Raphael.” Her voice was soft, holding the faintest amount of what sounded like amusement. With great care she turned and rested a hand gently along his torso. “I feel I made it clear it was a price I was more than willing to pay to escape my own hell.”

[shewrittheewithlove]

Cont. from HERE @mr-vvick

John's gaze lifted towards her direction before briefly scanning the room out of habit. "Sure," he replied as he shifted to one side, allowing her to pass by. "Are you in trouble?" John sked her over his shoulder.

Once he'd shifted her body slid behind his easily enough, along with the hood on her sweater over pale hair. A soft sigh passed her lips as she peaked out then ducked back once more. "I have no desire to deal with someone right now and... They are refusing to come this way."

So by that logic, at least to her, it would be the perfect person to hide behind until he left. "Not trouble just yet per se, just my dad not taking the hint I went no contact for a reason."

[shewrittheewithlove]

@musemusem has plotted [@musemuseum retagging since you moved urls]

Their correspondence had started about a month prior. There had finally been a consensus to allow her to set up more educational days for the children to attend at the Central Library. Yes they had craft days, and days when she herself was a read stories to the children.

But she wanted something more Hands-On. She had grown up with that. The woman could even recalled an entomologist coming and showing them creepy crawlies. The memory of bothering her mother over and over again because she wanted one as a pet played across her mind.

Of course her mother had said no and justifiably so. It was a little bit nightmarish of a creature now that she thought back on it.

But that is how she found herself at the Zoo. The Director of The Zoo had been kind enough to invite her in person to try and organize an event for the children. She was excited.

The very idea of finally having something new for the children she had grown to care for so much? It made her happier than she could possibly describe. Dressed in one of her favorite outfits she walked up to the entrance of the Zoo. In her bag was the paperwork she would have to fill out with his help to allow him to host any sort of event within the library walls.

Once at the entrance she let them know that she was there for a meeting with Ian Stanfield on behalf of the Public County Library System. The woman looks skeptical but called for the director over the walkie.

Not paying the woman any further mind, she waited at the entrance. She couldn't remember the last time she's been to a Zoo. Cairistiona had to have been maybe 5 years old. Idly, she wondered just how much things have changed.