Three Crows In a Trenchcoat

Just three crows stacked on top of each other, wearing a trenchcoat. Who gave the crows a computer?

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

Kye Writes Masterpost

Here’s a fic masterpost that I will update as often as I actually remember to. 

AO3: ThreeCrowsInATrenchcoat

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Sanders Sides

Ongoing Series

“Archduke of Demonic Cultivation”

Romantic Intrulogical, romantic Roceit (background), romantic Remile (background)

AU - Magic and Fantasy

Chapters: 30/?

Masterpost: [link]

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“Laws of Thermodynamics”

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Romanic Intrulogical, romantic Moxiety (background), romantic Remile (background)

AU - Modern, Human

Chapters: 1/4

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AU ‘Verses

“Wash Away the Rain”

Winter Soldier AU

Word Count: 42,411

Works: 9

Status: On Hold

Masterpost: [coming soon]

“Plant Parents Dukeceit”

AU - Modern, Human

Word Count: 8,091

Works: 4

Status: Open

Masterpost: [coming soon]

“In Every Life, In Every Universe (Dukeceit One-Shots)“

AU - assorted

Word Count: 56,185

Works: 17

Status: Open

Masterpost: [coming soon]

“A Light for the Lost”

AU - Modern, Gifted/Powers

Word Count: 27,511

Works: 3

Status: Complete

“Furr ‘Verse”

AU - Medieval Fantasy, werewolf!Janus

Word Count: 16,413

Works: 8

Status: Open

Masterpost: [coming soon]

Completed Multichapter

“Dear Fellow Traveler”

AU - Modern, Human. The Holiday AU

Word Count: 23,811

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One-Shots

“The Seven Sides Job”

AU - Heists and Conmen

Word Count: 9671

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“Law of Sines and Cosines”

Romatic Intrulogical

AU - College/University

Word Count: 1,639

“Before Time Took Our Dreams Away”

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Ambiguous Dukeceit

Canonverse

Word Count: 946

Other Fandoms

“Parchment and Lavender”

Fandom: Critical Role

AU - Modern Fantasy

Word Count: 3,125

Original Works

“A Home Of Our Own”

Niiro (OC) x Lyric (OC)

Modern Fantasy

Word Count: 19,130

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

Chapter 35: Now, Remus

[AO3 Link]

Janus and Virgil stayed at the Silver Lyceum to research all possible means by which a fiend could be summoned to this plane. Remus was familiar with exactly one method, and he didn’t have the Amulet anymore. But there were other means, almost certainly, and it was important to understand all the possibilities they might be dealing with.

“You sure you’re ok staying here?” Remus asked Janus before he left. Janus shrugged. 

"If I could have it my way, Virgil and I would be on a different continent by now," Janus said with a faint huff. There was a brief silence, which Remus knew by now not to break, before Janus spoke again. "But Virgil could never be happy that way. As long as he's happy, then yes. I'm ok staying here.”

Janus had always put his brother before himself, a trait he shared with Remus. Remus just patted him on the shoulder and got up to finish packing. 

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[strayklds]

SEUNGMIN & FELIX DO IT — JACKET MAKING FILM

[bloodynosebitch]

sports bra and boxers can be lingerie if you're enlightened and impure of heart

[za-ra-h]

Zuko from Avatar the last Airbender

[captainkingsley]

baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

[kyraneko]

absolutely excellent top-notch thought here, but now you've got me wondering what's trying to eat them

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

you misunderstand, this isn't 'I look like the ground so predators walk right past me' camouflage, this is 'I look like the savannah grass so I can pounce on unsuspecting prey' camouflage

they're hiding in the hoards to bite the hands of unsuspecting humans who sneak past mama

[aquawyrm]

Perhaps the shininess also makes them more endearing to adult dragons, increasing the likelihood of adoption if something happens to mama.

[roach-works]

maybe dragons collect hoards to camouflage their babies

[sillymagicfroggie]

[monsterfucker69420]

I wasn’t built to be employed. I need to stay up until 4 am like a normal person

[rillils]

Somebody pls correct me if I'm wrong, but one thing I noticed while rewatching CATFA is how, in the first part of the movie, Bucky is always the one to initiate physical touch with Steve -- while in the second part, the opposite is true.

Allow me to elaborate.

I hardly need to mention alley!Bucky throwing his arm around Steve's neck and pulling him into his side, tugging him along towards "the future". Shortly after that, there's this blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, when he catches Steve before Steve tries to enlist again:

Bucky could have simply called his name to get Steve's attention, but he chooses to accompany that with a gentle touch to Steve's back instead.

[ which is such a tiny detail, but I believe it's worth mentioning because: 1) I'm a sucker for little gestures that are seemingly irrelevant but really speak to how comfortable the characters are with each other; and 2) in the context of Steve being partially deaf, something like this makes me think of a younger Bucky, learning early on that touch was much more likely to get him Steve's attention than vocal cues alone, especially in crowded/loud places where it would have been difficult to pick up Bucky's voice amongst the noise. And he's so used to it after all these years, that he does it unthinkingly, sometimes even when it's not necessary. ] [ but that would need its own post I guess sdksjdk ]

And then, of course, there's their goodbye hug. And the way Bucky makes a point of walking back just to wrap Steve in his arms one last time, putting his weight into it and hooking his chin over Steve's shoulder just to lock their bodies together for a moment, well that is just, yeah. *screams*

But once Steve gets the serum? Once he shows up in Kreischberg to rescue Bucky, all buffed up and a whole head taller, with no backup except for his own muscles and the power of love? From here on out, it's always going to be Steve reaching for Bucky first.

It's Steve pulling him up from the lab table, Steve cupping Bucky's face in his hand, Steve hanging back and reaching his arm out to Bucky when Bucky is visibly struggling to keep up with him. Steve grabbing Bucky to help him hoist himself over the railing, Steve holding onto Bucky's arm and eventually, reluctantly letting go of him, watching on with anguish written all over his face.

It's Steve clapping Bucky on the back when they've finally made their way back to camp. Steve, once more, resting his hand on Bucky's shoulder at the end of the bar scene.

There's a clear turning point somewhere in here, after which Bucky never initiates physical contact anymore. Not on screen, anyway.

Which could mean nothing. But I love to read too much into things, and I just thought it might be interesting to take a closer look at this.

I'm probably projecting my own issues on him here, but Bucky has always struck me as the kind of person who tends to isolate himself when he's hurting. You know, the kind who'd rather just curl up somewhere quiet, away from everyone else, to nurse their wounds in private, only resurfacing when they've got all those emotions back "under control", bottled up inside where they belong.

For one, this would tie in with the model of masculinity Bucky would have been fed since he was a child. A real man is strong, a real man is a provider, a real man suffers quietly and never breathes a word of it to anyone; he doesn't bleed all over his loved ones, he keeps his shit together and fixes what's broken, no fuss.

And indeed, we see Bucky do this with Steve all time. He's always putting on a brave face with Steve, always doing his darndest to cover up his own fears and insecurities with a smile, a joke, a casual shrug, trying to shoulder the weight of his pain alone, even though Steve can see right through him most of the time.

Which is why it wouldn't surprise me if, at least in the early stages post-rescue, Bucky were to withdraw into himself. Put some distance between himself and Steve while he tries to come to terms with everything he'd been through, until he feels a little less brittle, a little less like he'll come apart with the first strong breeze. Until he feels solid ground under his feet again.

He wouldn't do so consciously -- but retreating into old coping mechanisms, no matter how unhealthy, is an easy trap to fall into, and at some point the behavior becomes so ingrained into you that it's your first natural response. The little bubble of security you turn to. And that's hard to un-learn. And when Steve rescues him from the hydra facility, Bucky is grappling with so many painful things at once, that he just needs something, somewhere safe to retreat into.

In this sense, the lack of physical touch on Bucky's part, when he used to be so easily tactile in his relationship with Steve, so comfortable with being all up in Steve's space, with tugging Steve into his space, would be one of the most blatant signs of the pain he carries within.

Bucky feels unmoored, displaced. Everything in his world has been turned upside down, and nothing is the way it was supposed to be anymore.

He's been through hell, and he probably thought he was going to die in there, tied to that cold slab of metal in a dark bowel of a room, too out of it to even remember where he was. But not only has he come out the other side somehow, he now has to deal with the aftermath of what Zola has done to him. And he has no fucking idea what that was. All he knows is that he's been changed, and he can feel it, and that's fucking terrifying.

Steve was supposed to be home safe, but he's out here instead, running straight towards certain death with open arms.

It used to be just the two of them in their own codependent little bubble, but now Steve's world is rapidly expanding, and everybody wants a piece of him.

[ A quick tangent: I think this shot from the movie paints the perfect picture in that respect.

It kinda speaks for itself, doesn't it? Steve, at the heart of the crowd, the center of everybody's attention, and all these people - even the very same people who laughed and jeered at him and called him Tinkerbell just a week ago - reaching for him, grabbing for him, cheering for their newfound hero. And Bucky?

Bucky's right behind Steve. His shadow. His double. Quiet. The brittle smile already gone from his lips and from his eyes. Fading into the background.

It's not that he minds that Steve's in the spotlight. Hell, he pushed Steve in the spotlight ("Let's hear it for Captain America," was it?), and by doing so he also spared Steve from facing the consequences of his insubordination, because who the fuck would punish a universally celebrated war hero, right? And besides, how could he watch Steve's six if he were standing anywhere else?

But.

But some place deep in his heart hurts. ]

Imagine how he must feel, watching Steve be the best version of himself that he can be, while Bucky himself is falling apart, and doing a poor job of hiding it. How scared he must be, feeling the change churn inside him like some sort of poison, wondering how long before he'll turn into a monster just like Schmidt did. How soon before he starts shedding his skin, before the horror lurking underneath it is revealed to him and to everyone around him?

Hearing Steve confirm that this is Permanent, that the serum Amplifies -- and what if it latched onto the ugliest parts buried deep inside Bucky, and amplified those instead of what good he had in him?

Perhaps this is one more reason why he hesitates to touch Steve, to get any closer than necessary: the fear slowly eating away at him. The doubt slithering under his skin. Is he even still human? Was he truly saved or was it already too late? Does he still deserve a place in Steve's life? Does Steve even need him at all, now?

The feelings of inadequacy. Him, chewed up and spat out by the war, worn thin, made bitter, made angry, made into something twisted and wrong, juxtaposed with Steve, glowing, golden Steve, with his eagerness and his ideals and his strength and his big, pure heart.

And you know what makes my heart ache? Despite all of this, you can still see Bucky gravitating towards Steve all the time. Leaning towards him even when their bodies don't touch. Like he longs to be close again, but he's not sure how. Not yet.

Which is not to say that he never gets past this stage. After all, this is only what we see on screen, and there's a whole fucking lot that the movie doesn't show us - but what the hell, we can fill in those gaps ourselves. And where I'm concerned, imagining the moment when Bucky finally breaks down in Steve's arms, when he lets Steve hold him and finally allows himself to hold on to him too, like he's needed to do for so long, is as heartbreaking as it is satisfying.

Now, I know I've already rambled on forever, but there's another angle to this that I'd like to look at.

On the matter of flipping the initial dynamic presented between them...

We know how, from the very start, Steve and Bucky are written to be each other's mirror image: identical and opposite at once.

They go through the same metamorphosis, but where Steve actively takes part in Erskine's experiment, Bucky is dragged into Zola's lab against his will. Steve gets to choose; Bucky is forced into it without so much as a warning.

Steve's transformation is clear and instantly visible, and the camera pans over his golden body awash with light, as he sighs in relief, no longer in pain. Bucky's change is subtle, sneaky; it creeps up on him from the inside, unknown, undescribed, foreign, unnatural; a feeling like a chill up his spine. He's not aware of how much, nor in what ways, his body has been changed, until he starts to see the signs. Until the symptoms start to show, like a disease.

When we see him in the aftermath of his own transformation, Bucky doesn't look like a powerful demi-god ready to sprint after the bad guy, like Steve did. Bucky is doubled over in pain. He's weak, he can barely stumble after Steve, hunched over, occasionally holding his stomach, and there's a recent scrape on his cheekbone, a spot of dried blood, like they had to brutally subdue him before they could get him strapped down to the table Steve found him on.

Where Steve is a miracle of science, Bucky is the product of a waking nightmare.

CATFA plays with this "opposites" theme a lot, going so far as to completely flip over the dynamic between Bucky and Steve in every possible way.

In the beginning, Bucky is introduced as Steve's protector, his good and caring friend who rescues him from bullies, who tries to talk some sense into him, who sees him and supports him ("You've got nothing to prove"), who wants to keep him safe.

But after Steve gets the serum, their roles are reversed. Suddenly, Steve is the protector to Bucky's dude-in-distress. Steve is the strong righteous man, the knight in shining armor rescuing Bucky from the people who mean him harm.

In the beginning, we constantly see Bucky seeking Steve out. It's Bucky finding him in the alley, as though he could sense that Steve's in trouble; it's Bucky talking him into going to the fair, and later finding Steve when Steve strays from the group. It's Bucky coming to Steve for a last goodbye, walking back just to hug him, always reaching out first.

But later on, this pattern is, again, reversed. Steve comes to Bucky's rescue. Steve seeks Bucky out at the pub, when Bucky has deliberately isolated himself from the newly-formed team. Steve takes that first step and asks him, dressing it in a half-joke, if Bucky will stay by his side.

It's like there's always one of them chasing after the other, and they only ever come together for a brief moment, just to be ripped apart again.

And the one time they're reaching for each other at the same time, right there at the end? They fail.

They're not allowed to touch. The story won't let them.

They try, desperately try, but they literally just… can't reach.

How's that for some star-crossed lovers, huh.

Finally, I just think it's fucking hilarious how this significant shift only happens after Steve hits his magical growth spurt and becomes, visually, the ideal standard of cis straight masculinity. Once he's finally A Real Man(TM) both on the inside and especially on the outside - someone that all women will desire and all men will admire. And I say it's fucking hilarious because:

1) the hypermasculine macho man the writers were probably hoping to write is actually just a really sweet, awkward guy who barely shows any interest in the girls thrown at him, and whose most meaningful, most tender relationship is with another guy. oops

2) by applying this heteronormative lens to Steve's relationship with Bucky, making them each other's yin and yang, the hero and his damsel, the typically masculine role vs the typically feminine role, actively pursuing vs being pursued, the writers actually played themselves! 'Cause even while they refuse to allow Bucky to be Steve's official love interest, the narrative that they built with their own hands is literally out here pushing the idea of Steve as, well, Steve as Bucky's strong alpha male, for lack of a better word

3) in a movie in which Steve is (quite forcefully) pursued by two separate women, the only person Steve actively pursues is another man.

See? Fucking hilarious, dude.

[leebrontide]

Potentially hot take but one of the reasons we need art and music in schools is that, taught correctly, they are ideal avenues for teaching kids how to do something, kinda suck at it, keep going anyways and improve over time.

And THAT is one of the most valuable skill sets a human being can have. THAT is the skill set that unlocks soooooo many others.

A LOT of people I see with anxiety and depression do not have this skill set. To suck at something is a threat. Proof that they are doomed to suck at it forever. And then, often, that either THEY suck forever or the task must be stupid/useless/pointless (whence we get AI art fans who have decided actually making art is pointless and degrading the labor and skills of others is fine because these are useless skills).

Or you get the freeze- the inability to try things in case you fail. The sudden lancing shame and humiliation or hopelessness. The sense that anything you haven't learned by now you can't learn. Which is so heartbreaking and so untrue.

I just hate it.

"What if I write it and it's bad" "what if I draw it and it's bad" "what if I play it and it sounds bad" DOING IT BAD IS HOW YOU LEARN TO DO IT GOOD! You can't skip the process of leaning and the process is FUN if you let it be what it needs to be!

[jerichomadden1]

Look at the place where the old you is buried and wonder what happened.

Why are you no longer… you?

Artfight is JerichoMadden13!! Follow me!!

[ross-hollander]

A translation guide...

...for all those hotshot pilots who need to learn how to speak a conversational Mechtech in a hurry:

"Running diagnostics": taking a five-minute break.

"Checking that repairs settle": taking a ten-minute break.

"Sent the new guy to the quartermaster for the parts we need": taking a half-hour break.

"In five minutes": in ten minutes.

"In ten minutes": in half an hour.

"In half an hour": tomorrow.

"In an hour": actually, in forty-five minutes.

"Severe damage": functionally meaningless, they will say this about anything. Ignore it. It is small talk.

"Extensive damage": actually light damage but on the parts that are hard to work with, so try running a little cooler from now on.

"Moderate damage": sure, you nearly died, but shot-out cockpit glass is pretty easy to replace, stop being dramatic.

"Apprentice work": the most important parts of your 'mech are being left in the charge of the least experienced worker in the entire hangar.

"Armored up on vulnerable segments": an extra layer of tinfoil has been applied over your armor and fastened in place with hot glue.

"Extra armor stripped to save weight": your 'mech is now protected by about two sheets of corrugated metal plundered from a local hardware and landscaping store.

"Lunch break": a block of time that begins at the exact moment you return to the hangar with an engine on fire and one arm missing and ends just when they have to hand the job off to the night teams.

"Lighten up on the handling": treat this 'mech like a dainty lady of court who faints onto couches if slightly stressed and must not strain herself by strolling in the manor gardens too long.

"Push it all you like": if you bring this 'mech back in with all its limbs attached or the engine not exploded, they will assume you are denigrating the quality of their work.

"Get lunch some time at the mess": you have earned the Favor of the Mechtechs. Know you are blessed, and treat this gravely. Also, you are obliged to immediately counter-offer with getting command's permission to order in from a place in town. (Assuming it has not been blown up, the place or the town.)

[syringaledraws]

*perches ominously*

[terriblygrimm]

[transgang-deactivated20201105]

you know even if a homeless person or a starving person is in that position because of their own "bad decisions" i don't care. it doesn't matter. no supposed financial misstep is enough to condemn someone to homelessness or poverty.

[sapphoandvanzetti]

Search and rescue teams do not ask if a hiker was properly equipped and prepared before they go out to look for them. EMTs do not ask if a driver checked their mirrors before they take them to the hospital. Lifeguards do not ask if a swimmer made a mistake by going into a riptide before they dive in after them. Judgement doesn't help anyone, including you, the person doing the judging. Just help people. Just shut the fuck up and help people.

[spoopyandtired]

people are allowed to make mistakes. we're supposed to. We're human. Those mistakes should not mean dying or being deprived of basic needs like shelter or food.

It also shouldn't mean having to be deprived of things that make you happy, beyond just the basic needs of survival.

[aliteratepenguin]

PSA TO ALL READERS while wandering around a mall today I was ensnared by a powerful force that bade me enter a place called Barnes & Noble. in a daze I wandered the displays and was compelled to even pick up several books that this force attempted to foist upon me at great personal cost to myself. it was only through great strength of will that I was able to fight off this befouling force by withdrawing my cellular device from my pocket and logging into my library account to place requests for the same books at no cost that i was able to escape without grievous harm. truly it's crazy out there, stay safe and remember that libraries are always there to provide aid as you fight against such forces of darkness

[swagvo1d]