#transcendent writes

[girl-in-thechair]

DRAGONS ARE JUST MYTHOLOGICAL LOBSTERS.

You're welcome.

[girl-in-thechair]

And just like that, the boop war 2.0 was over, and so rose from the ashes, a glorious new empire, an empire built on a boopless society, but, the question remains; Was it worth it?

[girl-in-thechair]

Does anyone know if you get cremated and turned into a tree- with one of those ash bins thingies- and that tree sprouts fruit, and someone eats it, is that considered cannibalism?

[girl-in-thechair]

I'm having the weirdest dreams from my post-op meds, though. Like this last one.

Eldest niece: * holding coconut drink for kids *

Me: Be careful. Don't choke on that penguin.

Eldest niece: It's a coconut.

Me: No, it's a penguin

Coconut: * transforms into a black and white coconut *

[girl-in-thechair]

Okay. Potatoes grown in a mixture of soil and ashes. You eat'em. Are you a cannibal? Cause, don't potatoes like grow and absorb dirt, or is that some other root vegetable? Or is my brain just making this shit up?

[girl-in-thechair]

Should I kill a character off in my newest story?

Yes

No

I just wanna see who'd pull a Jason Todd vote

Voting ended onJun 1, 2024

[girl-in-thechair]

You are good. You are kind. You make my day brighter.

@izanae @velveteenshadow @the-coffee-fandom @boldlyanxious

Now go write three sentences on your WIP.

[girl-in-thechair]

Injury - Bucky Barnes

Fandom: Avengers

Character(s): Bucky Barnes, OC

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x OC

Type: Drabble

AU: N/A

Warning(s): Blood, First Aid.

Summary: Getting sick of people getting hurt, and by people, she mainly means Barnes.

Whack!

"Ow!" Bucky grumbles as he rubs the back of his head, glaring up at her as she rounds the examination table to sit on the spinny chair before him. "What was that for?" He whines as she arches her brow at him, then reaches up to smack him upside the head once again. "Ow!" This time it's more angry sounding.

"You have a bullet in your arm, and you are whining about me smacking you?" She demands as she plops the first aid kit on the table next to him, grabbing some sterilized medical twizzers as she looks up at his pouting face. "Keep that bottom lip out, and a bird might fly by and poop on it." That draws a chuckle from him as she grabs an alcohol swab, dabbing at the bloody wound as he lets out a hiss. "You have got to be kidding me! Are you sure the little baby doesn't want a local?"

"Hey, I just wasn't expecting it." Bucky huffs as she rolls her eyes, reaching up to grasp his shoulder. Bucky is unable to stop himself from staring as her eyes start to glow, allowing her mutation to start, and she is able to reach into his shoulder with ease with the tweezers, plucking the bullet out like it's nothing.

"No shrapnel from the looks of it," She says as she dishes the bullet and tweezers, grabbing another swab. "Deep breath, chickenshit." She warns, pressing to the wound not even a moment later, making him yelp as she chuckles darkly.

"How are you a doctor?!" Bucky demands as she frowns, pressing harder to make him cry out once more.

"Just for that, we get to do this the old fashioned way. Two weeks benched, three physical therapy appointments a week, and no magical touch for you." He groans as she pulls the pad away, binning it as she grabs some ointment to apply around the wound for minimal scarring, then she starts to bandage it with medical gauze. He doesn't stop staring at her as she winds the gauze around his shoulder and chest, not missing the blush on her cheeks as her fingers caress his muscles with each of her movements, and when she hesitates over a particularly nasty scar over his heart, one that hadn't even healed completely with her secondary mutation, he reaches up to rest a hand over her small hand on it.

"It's okay." He murmurs softly as she clenches her soft brown eyes shut. "I told you that I will always come back, Winnie, and I always do." She hesitates to meet his gaze as he strokes the back of her hand with a thumb, the other reaching up to caress her cheek, brushing away the single tear that escapes her gaze. "You always patch me up. You save me, princess. Never doubt that."

"I am getting real tired of patching you up though." She says softly, leaning up to press a shy kiss to his lips. "There's other ways to get my attention, Barnes." She murmurs as he blinks in surprise, then leans down to press his forehead to her own.

"Didn't know you felt that way about me." He admits as she gives a cheeky grin.

"Contrary to yourself, who was loud and clear from the beginning. Now, stop getting hurt as an excuse to come and see me." She slaps his uninjured shoulder, finishing off his bandage before packing up to put the kit away.

"Can I take-"

"Pick me up at 7." She turns to him with a smirk. "Don't be late, and don't be injured." She walks off as he stares after her, smiling brightly.