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the balcony scene [prologue]

summary: have you ever really danced on the edge, or is something still scaring you?

or the one where theirs two winter solider, and now it's time to make amends. that is until you and bucky run into a homicidal 5'4 tall problem.

word count: 5.8k

warning: hydra and nazi’s, canon typical violence, bucky barnes

author note: hi, so i impulsively wrote this as a background to a fic i had a dream about. i’m not sure if i’ll continue this but if i get a lot of positive feedback i might. i need to stop making new wipes when i have like million already :( also i wrote and edited this high ion pain medication so i’m apologizing for now

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the snow crunched under his feet and the wind whispered around him. pink knuckles grasped around his gun tight, his metal digits trigger-happy. unusual but not surprising that Bucky Barnes’s nerves were at an all-time high, he was jumpy and it showed evident when Maria Hill lightly tapped his shoulder and he sprung up like a cat. she was just asking if he was okay and maybe he wasn’t, Bucky said he was fine — just cold.

They were in Mongolia, which was in the world's top 10 coldest countries and that’s where Bucky activity avoided. He despised being cold, even when Steve would turn the thermostat down a little at night, it caused his nightmares to linger even after he woke. being cold made him freeze, mentally. Bucky would regress into the winter soldier and go silent. it made his skin crawl and he felt dirty.

It was a recon mission, an old and abandoned Hydra base. Bucky never trusted the “abandoned” part of the files. He knew better than anyone that Hydra doesn’t just die like the world assumes it did, it is a plague and a parasite. they’ll find some ways to continue to live and sometimes it's ghosting “abandoned” facilities.

So yeah. Bucky's finger stayed ready on the trigger of the gun.

the metal door was rusted orange and creaked as sam and he tore it open, it smelled of dust, blood, and the 70s (yes, the decade has an entire smell, and Bucky hates the 70s) Maria walked ahead of the boys and went straight to the file cabinet thrown everywhere, Bucky was too busy checking every dark corner.

it was obvious by the state of the place that the people here left in a rush. papers and files’s everything, tables tipped over, doors halfway open, and locks broken off. The base was much smaller than the rest, but an opening on the floor with a broken latch caught his attention. It practically taunted Bucky and before he knew what he was doing. he found himself with his gun slung to his back, flashlight in his mouth as he climbed down a ladder.

the whole room smelled of despair and screams. Bucky felt it deep in his bones and he turned to ice when he saw a familiar chair stuck in the middle. the stupid fucking chair. it was the same but he didn’t recognize it, no memories flashed back as he grazed his finger across the dusty arms. no feelings of electricity coursed through his head and he didn’t grind his teeth. He felt nothing and for a moment, Bucky thought he was magically healed from his trauma.

but that’s not it. he’s never sat in this chair, his finger fell back on the trigger as he explored the rest of the room.

Bucky Barnes realized sometime since the accords and becoming an “avenger” that normalcy wasn’t meant for him. he wished at night for just one normal day, but it’s always something, isn’t it? well, as he shoves a large steel sheet and it falls onto a hidden wall and becomes a domino effect until the air is filled with the smoke of ice.

the large bang made him jump, he was sure the other heard it but Bucky couldn't move. He couldn't move an inch as he stared at a cryo chamber crack open and filled the air with mist. it was active — that means something is in there, someone.

he found the victim that belonged to the chair and he’s grown frozen too. and almost on autopilot, in a daze, as he carefully steps toward it.

oh god. that face, the hair, those eyes — he knows that face. you feel like a distant memory from his childhood, he’d never be able to remember unless he was standing where he was now. ice shards cover your hair and nose, the black uniform he used to know covers your body. He remembers you, he knows he does — but who are you?

it shocks Bucky so badly, it makes his chest feel heavier and panic rises to his head. Is he having a panic attack? Why can’t he breathe? Bucky's legs go out and he falls hard on his ass and his vision goes blurry. his hands shake and the gun falls and cascades across the floor, Bucky feels paralyzed and by the time Sam and Maria come yelling in. he’s out like a light.

“Do you remember anything?”

The questions became background noise, ringing in his ears like an annoying fly. He was on autopilot and agitated as he sat in the infirmary. Sam, Steve, and Bruce were there so he at least felt safer than when secretary Ross was there.

His lips were dry and cracked and his mouth tasted slimy. Bucky croaked out, keeping his eyes on his lap. “there was a girl.”

Sam witnessed you too, but Steve and Bruce didn’t know that right now. They both visibly tensed as Sam took a few breaths. Sam was just happy he didn’t forget.

“What?” Steve spoke up. “What do you mean there was a girl?”

“Steve.” Sam tried to calm the blonde down. Steve was like this when Bucky got injured, even though he wasn’t. no one was sure why Bucky passed out when he saw you. a super soldier couldn’t black out like that from just a panic attack, Bruce was still working on it.

“I don’t know,” Bucky continued, his throat dry and a glass of water felt like a wonderful idea right now. “I knew her, but I don’t know from where.”

Bucky’s head was spinning and running in circles, he couldn’t find any coherent memories of you. He knew it was there somewhere but hydra had messed him up so extensively, Bucky felt defeated. hydra always held something above him, almost in reach. It made Bucky want to hurl.

“Well, when you get your head screwed on right.” Maria spoke from the doorframe, lingering there and quiet enough that wan jumped when she spoke. “debrief in meeting room 03. director Fury will be there.”

and suddenly the room fell tense at the mention of Nick. Bucky still felt bad for almost killing him even though - out of everyone - Nick forgave and knew well enough that it wasn’t his fault. Nick also rarely came by unless it was serious, like serious-serious. so it hit a nerve in everyone. showed very evident in Steve as he fidgeted with his thumbs. Sam looked more relaxed but Sam was always better at hiding his emotions than everyone else.

begrudgingly, Bucky threw his legs over the bed despite Bruce's protest. He was fine, he told bruce. and followed the two down to the hall. Bucky was still new to the compound, it was an insanely huge building and still felt like a maze. Tony said he could use FRIDAY to help navigate but the AI still scared the shit out of Bucky. so he relied on following Steve and Sam like a lost puppy, shuffling behind them with quiet footsteps.

Natasha and Maria stood lingering outside the meeting room door, their faces peeking up once the trio came into view. Natasha has been biting her nails, she was nervous. which made Bucky nervous.

“Is this about Mongolia?” Sam asked, a hesitancy in his voice.

Maria and Natasha shared a glance, and then she nodded and opened the door for everybody. the group shuffled in, Bucky wondered for a moment if this was an avengers problem or a super-soldier problem. or both. or none. He just knew it was about the girl and that made Bucky feel jittery in his chair as he fidgeted with the pen. The clicking was for sure going to annoy Sam in a few minutes but it was the only thing keeping bucky out of his head.

they sat there for what felt like an hour, but maybe only 12-15 minutes really. before fury shuffled in quietly.

“may 25th, 1997. february 5th, 2002. november 22nd, 1963. june 14th, 1972. September 7th, 1991…” fury read the files nonchalantly, Bucky didn’t need to see the mission report files on the glowing blue screen to recognize the dates. he knew most of them by heart and began carding his hands threw his hair, dropping his head to the floor as he pulled at the brown strands.

“These are all missions under the winter soldier, we all know this. Why are we bringing this up now?" Steve said. frustrated that fury was bringing up bucky's tortured past for seemingly no reason.

Fury turned his nose up and dropped the manila folder on the table with a thud. “you’re right. these are all from the winter soldier.”

He continued, “but Barnes didn’t do these missions.”

“What?'' Bucky's head shot up, his eyebrows knotted. “wha-what do you mean?”

like magic (Bucky was still grasping today’s science) a profile popped up on the blue screen. Bucky's breath caught in his throat again, his head spun and he felt like he did in that cave again.

your profile popped up, a photo of you with tight curls and a scarlet red lip. you were smiling and you looked incredibly young and happy.

“y/n l/n, a medic in the early cold war. she was captured when enemy forces stormed a camp in 49’. presumed dead.” fury sighed. “y/n was the second winter soldier.

The room fell silent and for the first time, Sam Wilson was speechless and mouth open. glances were shared between the group and fury stared down at Bucky, he felt like he was in the crossfires of a sniper as his head stirred. trying to grasp what fury was telling him.

“what does this mean for us?” Natasha spoke up, her voice incredibly calm.

“We found her files in Mongolia, hydra kept her quiet — only a few even knew of her inside the group. she was used as Barnes's backup, cleaned up his messes on took on missions he wasn’t capable of.” fury continued, “over 40% of Barnes missions were actually done at l/n’s hands. and many more that were uncredited until now. she has the same enhancement as Barnes, and Barnes found her in the cryo freeze before he fell on his ass and blacked out. they must have left her behind when hydra was found out.”

“Is she here?” Steve asked, and that brought Bucky to the edge of his seat. Bucky was sure the room felt his shift in demeanor.

“Helen is here looking over her, waiting for her to wake up. we have zero idea how she’ll react when she wakes so we just have to wait now” fury said.

“Let's hope she’s not a nazi,” Sam murmured under his breath, Natasha sent him a soft death glare.

and the rest of the meeting was foggy for Bucky, he heard stuff about your work as a nurse, and how much cleaner and smarter of an assassin you were. how you went through the same torture as Bucky and that’s when he completely drowned it out.

The meeting ended and Bucky found himself outside the door of the infirmary room you were currently defrosting in. his hand hovered over the handle, and Bucky gritted his teeth. FRIDAY must have been notified of Bucky's presence lingering outside the door, because it swung open and Bucky was met with her sympathetic face.

“James,” she moved away and let him in.

Bucky switched between gripping his hair by the roots or bouncing his leg, or both as he sat with a laser-focused gaze on you. He sat there for maybe a few hours, just trying to remember you, one single coherent memory because he knows you.

he’s never been more sure of it.

March 28, 1981

“he’s too unstable, sir.” the thin hydra scientist tapped nervously on the clipboard in his hands, adjusting his thin wire glasses. a younger Alexander Pierce stood in front of him, eyes glancing from the scientist to the supersoldier being restrained in his seat. teeth baring like a wild dog, chest heaving. “he could compromise the mission.”

“Start over, put him back under.” Pierce stated, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips. “bring out soldier X. she’ll do a better job, anyways.”

“Yes, sir.” The scientists scrambled to put the winter soldier back into his chamber, struggling to keep him up and practically throwing him in as the cold air took over and froze him.

it didn’t take long for the other division to bring in soldier X. you were always more compliant, you marched in with your hands behind your back — held by your handler.

you were lifeless and working on autopilot, you had a dark haze over your eyes that shook every scientist in the room. the pushed and shoved you into the chair and strapped you down. the handler brought out the tiny and tattered brown notebook, looking down at you with almost disgust.

“раздавить” the Russian words rolled off his tongue, your muscles tense instantly

“Венера”

“воспроизвести” the scientist and handlers watched you intently as you stayed still.

“современное” you clenched your fist gently.

“семнадцать”

“Мэри” you inhaled sharply but didn’t push against the restraints. Pierce smiled to himself, proud of you for being so compliant and calm. you’ve always been back up despite your skill being better, you had control over your emotions better than Barnes. you didn’t let your past control and let it slip through the cracks like he did.

“телефон” your face stayed stone still. lifeless — like a machine, good.

“гора”

“ближе”

“вечно” one tear fell down your check, but you remained cold and still.

“трогать”

“бабочка” you clenched your jaw and tensed your muscles harder. deep down in you knew what was coming and panic coursed through your veins, but you remained calm to the men surrounding you.

“красные флаги”

and it was over. an erring silence filled the room and your eyes lit up with a fire, a rage that only hydra could pull out of you.

“ready to comply, Soldat?” the handler's voice was too smooth, it would have made your skin crawl if any part of you was there.

“ready.”

november 22nd, 1963.

you watched intently through the sniper lens, on a high building, and hidden, through the crosshairs was the winter soldier in the same position as you. except his gun was pointed down and into the crowd where the president would be arriving soon.

This was a big mission and they said we needed all hands on deck, that this would be a good push towards freedom and you’d be rewarded if you kept the other soldier in line. pretty much babysitting at this point. He's been on edge and unstable. you’d always been the better soldier, more clean and precise work. Always so compliant and ready.

the car began to turn the corner, the family waved with smiles, completely open and vulnerable.

“come on, Soldat,” you spoke under your breath, your heart slowed at an unnatural rate. you stayed completely still.

a flash of something caught your attention, your eyes narrowed and your breath hitched for a moment. a man with sandy brown hair locked eyes with the soldier position, you were warned of the man.

“Sir,” you spoke into your comms. “the Soldat has been compromised, Lensherr is here.”

“keep him away from Soldat, get both of you out clean or frame him.” the grainy voice spoke through, and you sprung to action immediately.

“yes sir.”

you swung down from the fire escape, there’d be snipers for the president watching the sky. you acted fast as you tried to figure out if the sewers would be a safer option. you opted for that than swinging from building to building and across the street.

you slid down the ladder in no time and bounced from a trash can to just above the sewer entrance. disgust danced on your face as you got a wift of the shit-filled sewers, you lowered yourself in and dropped down. the water splashed and hit your angled as you sprinted through. you knew the route well enough for your body to act on its own.

quiet as you can be you opened the heavy metal lid open, you saw the man creeping through the alley as his eyes met the fire escape up to the Soldat. pulling yourself up and quietly closing the distance, a hand gripped right around the sewer lid.

once you were in the right range you threw the lid hard at the man’s head, it stopped right before him as his hand threw up to catch it mid-air. Pierce warned you he’d been enhanced, but this was just fucking weird. think fast, you thought and ducked quickly as he sent the lid back your way.

running towards his legs while he regain his focus, swiping behind his knee, and just as it fell weak to the ground you swung around his shoulder to pin him. the man took attention to this and wrapped a tight grip around your ankle and back and threw you forward, rebounding quickly and landing on your feet and knees.

Lensherr was already making his way up the ladder, and incredibly fast. you stumble your way over and wrapped a hand around the pole and shot a body of electricity through the metal. paralyzed him for a moment for you to get close and take a knife to his thighs, he curled into himself before he started stomping on your hands.

you winced and fell a couple of feet down, catching yourself before you could fall and hanging by one hand. the right one was crushed and broken.

catching up slowly, you met him as he stopped behind the soldier. but he was too late, he already took the shot and the bullet raced toward the streets. Lensherr held his hand up towards the bullet, think fast, you spoke to yourself and hit him hard on the back. falling and Lensherr lost his control over the bullet, the soldat noticed your presence and almost by instinct tossed a knife at you. you went to stab Lensherr in the back but he turned around you and grazed his shoulder.

“the window is closing! убирайся отсюда!” you yelled, the soldier perked uo and slung the sniper around his back. get out of here!

“ты тоже!” he yelled back. you too!

the soldier's concern for you caught you off-guard, head popping up to look at him. in and out was the mission, don’t jeopardize the mission and leave anyone behind if you have to. that was the rule and here the soldier was, trying to get you out with him and possibly revealing himself.

it caught up to you so that Lensherr took the time to switch places and slam you down and under him. you braced for him to strike by loud footsteps began towards you and the end of the soldier's gun hit his head and he fell to the side, you shoved him off and gave him a small twinge of electricity through him to wake him. soon enough the authorities would get to him and assume him as the assassin, but just enough time for you to flee.

you pushed the soldier ahead and fled.

the chaos in the crowd made you assume the mission was a success.

you fucking hated babysitting the soldat, you missed when Lensherr had stabbed you in the shoulder, bleeding and a crushed hand. great.

october 20th, 1993

sweat coated your body like a layer of paint, and the soldier's body pressed harshly against yours didn’t make you feel any better. your head spun and pounded like a drum, legs wobbling and you were dizzy beyond compare but you needed to stay up and ready.

the soldier had slammed, pushed, and punched you beyond humanly possible. you bled from at least 3 stab wounds and were more than 100% sure you’d had a broken nose or ribs, probably both and more.

you’d been sparring for over an hour now, the soldiers didn’t let up and neither were you. he looked as bad as you, maybe worse. you look as he stumbled around on his feet, practically tripping over himself like a newborn deer. trying to narrow his eyes on you but the soldier was seeing triple with how badly he was messed up.

Yeah, definitely worse.

he yelled loudly and barreled towards your torso, you weren’t quick enough to move and he pinned you down and pressed his palm into your stab wound, you screamed out. He struck you twice in the face before you started to wiggle out of his grasp and dodge him.

“they’re killing each other, sir.” the agent spoke into Pierce's ear. both of your handlers stood on one side ready to break it up when necessary.

“I don’t care. I need to know who will be on top.”

you pulled back and hit him hard by his ear, a loud and annoying ring rattled his head and caught him off guard. enough for you to hit him hard in the chest. he flew to the other side of the mat as you dragged yourself towards him, you could barely breathe with how fast your chest heaved. you stomped hard on his knee.

“stay down.” you grunted, and knelt to grasp your hands around his throat. “stay. down.”

the soldier's eyes opened wide and began to tear your hands away from him, gritting his teeth as he struggled under you. baring his teeth and groaning, it was a battle of strength now and the soldier would win, you needed to be smart but you could barely focus.

you were slowing down and wearing out, you took one last chance. taking the soldier off-guard as you simply let go of his throat and before he could throw you off of him and hit him hard behind his ear. a pressure point that should paralyze him if you got hit hard enough, and you did.

watching his eyes lull back and neck give out as he fell limp on the mat, you followed soon after — blacking out next to the soldier from exhaustion and blood loss. You laid a few inches in between, fingers centimeters away.

“a draw?” the agent questioned, looking towards Pierce for an answer.

Pierce wore a scowl, he hoped Barnes would have held out. but you always impressed him with your performance.

“almost. soldier x will take this one,” Pierce said. his head perked up to each of your handlers, “get this fixed up, put Barnes back in cryo, and get l/n ready for her mission.”

sometime in early 1950. 5 years since Bucky fell off the train, 1 year since your camp got invaded.

your eye lulled half open as two men dragged you on your knees, arms grasped tightly around your shoulders and arms to keep you up.

fear coursed through your veins along with whatever serum they put into you. Either way, it made your bone feel like metal, your skin scrawled and it felt like your muscles were tearing apart. your body was on fire and you sweated like a pig in the tight bodysuit they assigned for you. soldier x labeled on the collar. whatever the hell that meant.

you ground your teeth and screamed the entire way to the cell, the agents jabbed you a few times in the rib and head to keep quiet but it only made the pain worse.

loud clanks rang through the facility halls before you were thrown onto the hard, cold floor. bruises would blossom later. you panicked and scrambled to a corner, but you bumped into something — someone.

before you could take a chance to look at who it was, you watched as the agents latched the door shut and the only light into the small cell was from the window, it was snowy and dim out. but just enough to see the sinister face on doctor Zola as he watched you before the door slammed shut. you flinched, and so did the person next to you.

looking over you saw a man with short brunette hair, it was damp from sweat and a few strands curled around his forehead. his eyes were red and puffy and you both wore matching bruises on your cheekbone and temple. then you noticed the shiny metal arm, the scarlet red star practically glowing.

“who- who are you?” you studdered out, still shaking from the pain.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” he sounded calmer than he should, pained but calm. “i’m not with them.”

them. Hydra, Nazi, Zola, whatever. you were still figuring it out.

you went to croak out another question but a burning pain shot through your spine and you scream out in pain again, curling into yourself. that stupid serum. it was tearing you apart.

the man before you must have been in your shoes once because he weakly put a hand on your back in an attempt to soothe the pain. but he knew nothing would make it feel better, your muscles and DNA were growing and changing in real-time and the pain would be unbearable until your body can catch up.

he was warm and your body acted on its own, it was the first gentle touch since they took you. leaning into him, Bucky understood and let you. He was tired, maybe he needed some touch too. you curled into him, your pounding head fell on his shoulder. He didn’t dare touch you with his metal arm, he was still scared of it himself.

“It'll be over soon.” Bucky cooed in your ear, a lie, he knew that. “you can make it through this.”

“mhm,” your eyebrows knotted and you clenched your teeth hard. “mhm, no— it hurts…”

“shhh…” he hushed and continued to rub at your back.

you cling to him as if your life depended on it, it felt like dying. you felt crazy, insane — latching into a man you’d never met and could very well take this advantage. but he seemed good, and you’ve been through the worse imaginable things in the past year and his hand is so warm.

“What's your name?” Bucky asked, soft and quiet. like he was trying to make sure no one heard because they could always be listening.

“y/n.” you choked out through moans of pain.

“you’ll be okay, y/n.” Bucky wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not. He'd already seen two subjects die from the serum, and you weren’t looking too good. the serum would tear a girl your size apart. “you’ll be okay. my name’s James you can call me Bucky.”

“James. Bucky,” you repeated under your breath, good, you were keeping yourself conscious. You squeezed your eyes shut and pushed your face farther into his chest, fist curled so tight you were drawing blood from pressing your nails into your palm. Bucky couldn’t watch, he raised his chin high.

“how’d you end up here?” he asked, mostly to distract you. keep you conscious and alive. He wondered if death would be better than being here and working for the enemy. Bucky was tired of waiting to be saved by Steve, he was losing hope but that didn’t mean you needed to.

“I was a nurse.” you winced. “in- in the war. the nazi or, uh, hydra. stormed the camp. I barely remember anything.”

“It’s okay.” Bucky knew the feeling, the time when he fell off the train and woke up was all blurry, and he wasn’t even sure what year it was. “a nurse, that’s great, doll.”

Bucky didn’t even recognize the name until it lulled off his tongue. yeah, he called girls that all the time.

“I wanted to be a real doctor. but a girl like me couldn’t try for a man’s job, I settled on being a midwife but then the war started.” you breathed in and out heavily, you were slowly calming down and your breath got steady. Bucky continued rubbing your back. “my brother was pissed, but I sighed up anyways.”

“you’re very brave.” was all Bucky could think to say. He thought of Becca — if she’d tried to join the military like that he’d probably have a fit and tie her to the house. no one should be in the crossfires of old men’s selfish affairs, especially a small girl like you. because shit like this happens.

your breath slowed and you stopped responding to bucky’s questions, at first, he was sure you’d given out and died. failed the experiment. but your chest still rose and it seemed you fell asleep from exhaustion and pain. Bucky kept his hand on your back and watched you intently, making sure you didn’t give out like the rest.

Bucky knew the circumstances were less than ideal to be gawking at a girl right now but with your face relaxed and not contouring in pain — you were very beautiful.

early 2017. 3 months since you were found in Mongolia.

you pulled the comforter away from your sweat-covered legs, your black shorts and tank clinging to your body, your throat was hoarse and dry and you desperately ached for water. another night of trying to sleep in the “comfy” and “cloud-like” mattered in the avengers compound. full of super-freaks, you didn’t have much room to talk but it was still fucking weird.

and the one that you recognize avoided you like a plague for some reason. the winter soldier, you remember him well — apparently, your memory was much better than his, Steve (Captain America, you knew him from the war, yes you were shocked he was alive) told you Bucky barely remembered his name. so maybe he didn’t remember you, which is probably for the better. you remember everything.

your life before, the times the soldier held you as your muscles grew three times their mass. when the soldier trained you and then being sent away once you both started to grow reliant on each other. you remember surpassing him in abilities after returning a few decades later, the torture at the hands of Zola, Pierce, and any man that came before and after them.

you also remember the panic of the end of Hydra. the last things you remember before they shoved you back in the freezer, just in case the organization regrouped and rose back up. they would need their fist.

Bruce, the nice and timid scientist, was the one you trusted the most. you’d almost choked the life out of him when you awoke and found yourself being poked and prodded. you stayed on guard but after a nice talk with the curly back haired man, you let him do some tests.

Anyway, your bare feet padded on the cold wooden floor. the presence of the AI taunted you, the fact you were always being watched and surveillance bothered you. despite if they were friends or foes, it left you jumpy and restless.

the dimmed warm lights lit the common room's kitchen, floor C, every floor had its own living area. Sam Wilson, the falcon — you like him, he lived here but was currently visiting his family. and Clint Barton, the archer, people called him hawkeye. you thought the name was stupid but never said it out loud because soldier X is as edgy and pretentious as it gets. he was with his family too.

which just left the soldier — Bucky, you needed to get used to calling him his actual name. you were so conditioned to calling him that, you needed to fix that soon.

you found the cabinet that held the glasses, you were still trying to remember where everything was, and poured a glass of water. filtered water was probably the best thing to grace this shit-filled earth. you probably gulped down the entire glass and put the glass on the table with a loud clunk.

“flashbacks?” the familiar horrifying voice spoke up from the lounge area, your head perking up in surprise as you found him laying on the leather couch. of course, the one with similar training would be able to sneak up on you.

“every night.” you scoffed and shuffled towards him. you weren’t even tired, just restless in a way that made you want to rip your hair out. maybe you’d go for a run, even if it was 4 am.

the couch's leather squeaked when you sat down by his feet, Bucky watched you intently as you slouched down with a frustrated huff. You had barely aged from the first time he met you, (yes, he was slowly getting his memories of you back. and maybe that's why he’s been avoiding you, but he’s kind of tired of it now) you just looked more mature, scarier and less like the small timid girl he knew. Bucky retracted his legs and sat up straight next to you.

“I’m still learning how to sleep on those beds,” he grumbles.

“I feel like I’m going to sink through every time I lay down.” you scoffed. Bucky chuckled under his breath, and agreed. “how much do you remember?”

Bucky's face dropped and he bit at his cheek nervously for a moment, “of you? barely anything.”

“makes sense,” you nodded. “for a while Pierce thought we were going to rebel against him and break out, I’m sure they tried their best to wipe any memories.”

“how do you still remember everything so well.”

you dropped your head in guilt, shame, all of it. a shaky exhale left your lips, Bucky watched with confusion dripping from his features.

“I was more compliant, I think it was just survival instincts. I acted like I knew nothing and was all for the cause whenever they brought me out of cryo.” you breathed, you didn’t have anything to control over your mind and to prevent them from using those stupid fucking words on you. And stay out of the chair. “I think I lost myself in it for a while though, it was scary.”

“I understand” Bucky nodded, sometimes he wished he did the same. but no matter what, his emotions took control and before he realized what he was doing they were strapping him to that stupid chair and scrambling his brain like fucking eggs.

your eyes glanced at the electric clock blinking on the wall. 4:45 am, you exhaled. mostly tired of talking about depressing shit and the nerves in your bones to just go. you could bond over trauma later.

“Want to go for a run?” you smirked towards Bucky, the dim lights showed just enough for him to see it.

hesitantly, Bucky nodded. “That sounds nice.”

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Behold Mongolia's Camel Beauty Contest

Humps and hair. That's the scene in Bulgan Soum, a tiny Mongolian town in the middle of the Gobi Desert about 160 miles north of the Chinese border.

Bactrian camels arrive in all directions on foot, bearing bundled-up riders wedged between their two humps. It's early March. While the sky is cloudless, the wind can pick up quickly. Officially called the Thousand Camel Festival, the crowd that arrives for the kickoff appears to consist of 100 camels.

The two-day festival begins with a camel beauty pageant.

"Mostly young people participate in the Beautiful Couple Contest. But we wanted to represent the older generation of herders," says lifelong herder Enkhbaatar Dashnyam. At 59, he and his wife, Dulamsuren Yunden, 47, have been herding all their lives. They rely on their animals as a form of transportation and sell products from their wool and milk.

The judges are looking for earmarks of tradition; contestants who wear herding decorations and utensils will have a better chance of winning. Both members of this husband and wife duo wear leather boots with upturned tips and fur hats. Enkhbaatar's belt is slung with an ornate knife and a silver bowl.

When visiting a herder, it's customary to be offered milk tea. "Since old times," he says holding a silver bowl, "Mongolians would carry their own cup."

Enkhbaatar and Dulamsuren will showcase two of their most gentle camels, Mashan Huren and Hos Yagaan. Translated, that means "floppy brown one" and "double pink." Their Chewbacca-colored hair, which hangs like a beard, is brushed. Their humps are draped in gold fringe. A harness is kept in place with a nose peg.

Bactrian camels were domesticated thousands of years ago to carry goods and people across Asia. Adapted for desert conditions, the camels can perform Olympic-like feats: carry over 400 pounds on long journeys, withstand 100-degree Fahrenheit summers and -20-degree winters and, when nourished, go without eating and drinking for weeks. Their humps act as fat reserves for energy.

The camels kneel down so Enkhbaatar and Dulamsuren can climb atop. They enter the festival grounds, a dusty square cleared of camels with spectators now packing the perimeter. Music swells over the loudspeaker. After a burst of applause, the pageant begins.

When it's their turn, the couple ride proudly across the square. The beards of their camels billow. Everyone is taking their picture, which matters more to the couple than winning. Enkhbaatar wants future generations — his grandchildren included — to have photographic proof of their lifestyle.

"Since no one lives forever, I wanted to leave our pictures behind for future generations and my descendants," he says, "so they can feel proud. That's what we were thinking when we decided to participate in this contest."

The judges don't announce the winners until the following day. But there's plenty to do at the Thousand Camel Festival until then. Herders sell fermented camel milk, alongside camel toys stitched from felt. Sporting events — like the camel polo tournament and camel race — continue into the afternoon. In 2016, the festival broke a mark recognized by the Guinness World Records for largest camel race. Over 1,100 camels crossed the finish line.

Why this regional craze for the two-humped creature? The origin story is intertwined with Mongolia's transition to democracy.

Under socialism, herding was centrally planned. Herders sold their animal products to the state. With the onset of capitalism in 1990, herders faced new pressures within the free-market economy. For some, their camels were worth more dead than alive.

"Camel herders couldn't get a good amount of money selling products from camel milk and wool," says 35-year-old festival organizer Ariunsanaa Narantuya.

Camel milk and wool wouldn't sell, but camel meat would. Some herders began slaughtering their camels. The festival was created a few years later, in 1997, by the newly formed Camel Protection Association — a local nongovernmental organization — to reverse that trend and protect the desert creature.

Bulgan Soum is now distinguished by its love and stewardship of Bactrian camels.

After the pageant, Dulamsuren tells NPR that she and her husband have 200 camels in their herd. The birthing season is coming. While most newborn camels make it, some don't or are stillborn. When that happens, she says, the mother camel will mourn.

"The mother camel literally weeps with tears in their eyes," Dulamsuren says. "The camel has a big body, but they have a very soft heart."

Dulamsuren has a song for moments like these, one herders have used for generations to soothe camels over heartbreak. The full practice of "camel coaxing," to unite mothers with calves, was captured in the 2003 German film, The Story of the Weeping Camel.

This bond — between herder and camel — is hard to put into words. But you know it when you see it, and the judges definitely noticed. The next day, Dulamsuren and her husband were declared the winners of the 2019 Camel Beauty Pageant.

#these photos are so gorgeous oh my goodness #culture #animals #herding #livestock #clothing #textiles #art #mongolia #gobi desert #camels #bactrian camel

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Fast Fauna Facts #10 - Rhubarb (Rheum rhabarbarum)

Family: Knotweed Family (Polygonaceae)

IUCN Conservation Status: Unassessed

The stems and roots of Rhubarb plants are edible and commonly farmed worldwide for use as ingredients, although their leaves are highly poisonous to humans and are generally discarded or used as compost. Originally from cold, high-altitude regions of China, Siberia and Mongolia, Rhubarb needs periods of both warm and cool weather in order to grow and reproduce normally and can potentially grow to be over 1.5m (4.9ft) tall under ideal conditions. As an adaptation to outcompete shorter plants young Rhubarb plants grow extremely rapidly when access to sunlight is limited, and in parts of their cultivated range (especially northeastern England) farmed Rhubarb plants may be grown in near total darkness to encourage them to get as tall as possible as quickly as possible - this method, known as "forcing", causes the young plants to grow at an extremely rapid rate (potentially getting as much as 2cm/0.8inches taller every 24 hours,) increasing in size so rapidly that they reportedly audibly creak as they grow.

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Today we had a long drive through a wide open landscape from Franschoek to Springbok. It was like Mongolia or Nevada the only difference being that the road was good with no traffic at all.

We covered some 565 km in about 8 hours including coffee and a lunch stop. At the end we climbed steadily and ended up at an altitude of 959 m.

At the beginning of the day we were still in the wine country - Franschoek, Stellenbosch & Klein Constantia - followed by endless fruit plantations. At the end it was only rocks, sand and shrubs. The wineries were solidly laid out with driveways any French castle would be proud of!

Tomorrow we shall cross into Namibia. We are anxious to know how long the border proceedings will last!

Best

L&C

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tianshiisdead · 2 years

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5, 7 and 36!

5. how accurately is your country depicted?

(For Canada) He fits the global stereotype but, like some people have pointed out, I'd have expected him to be a bit more rugged and woodsy loll the amount of people I grew up with who just hiked and camped and mountain climbed and hunted all over the place all the time every weekend 🤯 I'm also from Alb*rta though so my opinions basically mean nothing! Now that I'm living in Ottawa for school, I think Canada should've been meaner underneath his veneer of shy politeness (noah fence to Ontarians I'm just not used to how you guys interact with each other kdjslhgf)

(For China) Hmm this is a difficult question ngl LOL there are some things that I was super pleasantly surprised about, Hima once said he made China more cold and cruel/intimidating seeming but after meeting actual Chinese people ended up making him more cutesy, I think the affection for pandas and hello kitty and cute things is accurate, these things are popular in China! I like that he's a little bad-tempered and irritable with western countries and the way he's proud and overbearing and clearly ancient both in a humourous grandpa way and in a serious and slightly tragic way.

However, parts of his characterization bother me a little... low-hanging fruit, but I hate 'aru' deeply and with a passion, whether or not the concept of Chinese people saying 'aru' really did come from the colonial era, it's just tired either way and I cringe whenever I hear it. I don't love how clumsy and stupid he acts, like I think it's cute in an isolated way, but in the greater context...

Ultimately, I don't think it's horribly egregious. A lot of Chinese and Sino diaspo fans enjoy his character and/or have interpretations that still clearly have their roots in canon, and I'm personally fairly satisfied with it. Oh, and one thing I loved is how originally all of the provinces were supposed to be their own characters who live in China's house! I wish Hima had brought that up more than once, I love that idea.

7. food-related headcanons?

MAN ok hmm! China has 8 great food regions, Anhui, Cantonese, Fujian, Hunan, Jiangsu, Shandong, Szechuan and Zhejiang, and I'd imagine he can cook them all, but as Han Chinese culture has always been more concentrated in the vaguely more Southern regions, I'd imagine he'd prefer relatively more Southern food... dishes from Dongbei and Inner Mongolia, the north, in general, all have heavy influences from Mongolia and northern groups, and tend to be more wheat, butter, and milk heavy. and I'd imagine he's lactose intolerant and prefers rice LOL although he still enjoys Northern food that he can digest! For an example, breakfast.

I think China likes to make food from scratch sometimes taking days at a time to cook, but also enjoys instant noodles (though he modifies them and adds eggs and veggies) and pre-made food but he would never admit it. This is based off of canon, but he also likes fusion food and international food! Hotpot with cheese-filled rice cake and fried chicken, salmon sashimi was popular in parts of China for a while recently iirc, he's just a big foodie who likes a variety of flavours. He's very adventurous.

I think he likes to cook most of his meals but goes out for breakfast a lot, before a meeting or while out on his morning walk he just swings by one of Beijing's many breakfast stalls for a doufunao, some youtiao, shaobing, some doujiang, etc. I can't speak on Southern breakfasts, but when he spends time down there, I imagine they would also have a lot of cheap and fast breakfast shops, though the food is very different.

General headcanons: I think when he's tired he just gets a flavourless bowl of congee with some salted duck egg for breakfast, and that when one of his kids are sick he makes them steamed eggs and boiled pear soup. He has a strong grasp on the different elements of food in Chinese medicine and can integrate it into his cooking easily! He also makes his own xiancai (pickled veg) and has a doujiang machine for homemade fast soy milk. His cabinet filled with spices and vinegars and chili oils and cooking wine and so on and so forth is this huge walk-in closet of a place organized with homemade labels and filled from the top to the bottom. When he cooks, he has several stoves going at a time, frying and boiling and steaming and chopping all at once, before celebrations like new years he spends days in the kitchen. The only thing he doesn't make from scratch himself for celebrations are dumplings, while he's working away everyone gathers around the cleared-off dining table and Macau shapes the dough and they all make dumplings together and Hong Kong puts weird fillings in some dumplings as pranks and Taiwan folds them into cute little animal shapes and fills them with brown sugar.

I have a lot of things to say about food but if I say anymore it'll turn into a book, so I'll leave it at that for now hehe maybe I'll make a proper post on it's own sometime!

36. if you could, what event would you host?

Hmm maybe one for OCs, or minority/native culture OCs! I don't think it would get enough traction, but I'd also love to host a China based event LOL I just don't think there would be enough people to participate :')

#ask #ask game #kitaychan #hetalia #hws china #long post #food #thank u for the askk mwah

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What does Mongolia like to do when he meets up with others?

With Russia, Kazakhstan, and Turkey. Not an exhaustive list since there are soo many things people can do together!!

Russia:

When Mongolia and Russia get together, it’s guaranteed that they would end up drinking. Mongolia usually would serve his guests milk vodka or shimiin arkhi, but with alcohol content of 20% at most (and that’s when the ayrag it’s made from is especially sour, as milk vodka is usually about 10% instead) it’s definitely too mild for Russia and in all honesty him as well since they would be drinking in order to get drunk, so Mongolia would serve Russia regular vodka (40%) or something else stronger. Even with stronger liquors, these two also don’t get drunk so easily since they have crazily high tolerance. If they’re doing drinking challenges, perhaps it would be a tie!!

Russia is generally relaxed around Mongolia, but a tipsy or drunk Russia would waste no time to immediately climb onto Mongolia’s lap and butt his head on his strong torso like a cat seeking affection. This is a pretty common occurrence with them, yes. Ivan loves that even though Mongolia’s much shorter than him, his chest is still large enough to give him a proper embrace as he loves feeling small and huggable (he sometimes hates being 2 meter tall for this reason lol). Mongolia would then ruffle Ivan’s soft downy hair a lot and lull him to sleep like a smol bebe. Yes, Ivan loves it lol.

Chess, with Russia generally packing more wins. Mongolia isn’t actually bad, but Russia is much better and professional level.

Russia loves horses, so Mongolia would take him to see his many horses!! Mongolia doesn’t actually own all of them of course, as at best he only has a few horses himself — but he thinks of everything in the steppe as his by default. Russia would ride some of the horses, but in all honesty his 202 cm self looks rather awkward on short Mongolian horses even though they’re really strong, ahah. He would also unthinkingly recite poems with horses and nature with them, like the ones from Yesenin, and Mongolia would comment that those poems aren’t even actually about horses in the end. Then Mongolia would tell him bits from his own folktales surrounding horses.

Ivan also loves seeing all kinds of rural animals as it reminds him of his childhood in barely developed Russian cities during Golden Horde era, so Mongolia takes him to see the nomads in the countryside when the time of his visits coincides with birthing lambs and goats, castrating lambs or horses, or branding horses.

Mongolia might still be able to speak Russian since he’s practically a boomer (usually it’s the older generations in Mongolia who are able to speak Russian), but he’s no longer super fluent in it that he’s still able to read difficult classics. Still good for a conversation, of course.

They would watch ballet and opera sometimes, but the highlight of Mongolia’s day in regards to this is when Ivan would do ballet moves in public out of nowhere, like how an oblivious child does as he is enjoying himself. It makes a great spectacle in the square whenever it happens.

They would also rave about rifles and firearms from Russian Empire/Soviet era and even modern day ones. Mongolia used to have prized possessions of firearms and rifles like Nagant, Mosin-Nagant and Tokarev, and today he also owns rifles for hunting.

Kazakhstan

Kazakhstan usually comes to visit Mongolian Kazakhs in Western Mongolia, and Mongolia would accompany him. Why yes, Kazakhstan is also his translator at times lol since Mongolia isn’t fluent in Kazakh. Not that all Mongolian Kazakhs can’t speak Mongolian (Kazakhs who live around Mongols typically speak it just fine) but Kazakhs who extensively live around Kazakhs like in Bayan-Ulgii which is 91% Kazakh might be having language problems.

Bayan-Ulgii also has a personification, and Kazakhstan would regularly visit him (he looks like a seventeen year old boy). Bayan-Ulgii is quite a curious kid; he feels an affinity to both Kazakhstan and Mongolia but at times would also feel he doesn’t quite belong in either Kazakhstan and Mongolia, so he gets edgy a lot. When he visits Kazakhstan he would miss Mongolia terribly, but when he’s only with Mongolia he would start raving about Kazakhstan. He would resolve his edginess by going out and meet more people, but he’s also unfortunately an introvert lol.

Kazakhstan loves watching eagle hunting by Mongolian Kazakhs. This is an art that’s mostly lost in Kazakhstan, but still kept alive by Mongolian Kazakhs. Kazakhs of Mongolia hold Golden Eagle festival every October in Bayan-Ulgii, and Mongolia and Bayan-Ulgii would invite Kazakhstan to come watch. But of course, the festival is mainly for tourism purposes so it might not convey the whole thing about eagle hunting, therefore Kazakhstan would stay with Kazakh nomads when he has the time and hunt together with them for nostalgia.

Wrestling!! Both Mongolia and Kazakhstan have deep wrestling culture (in Mongolian, called bökh; in Kazakhstan, kuresi). When they wrestle with each other though Mongolia usually wins because he has a wrestler physique which Kazakhstan doesn’t possess.

They love discussing about motorcycles and occasionally cars. Kazakhstan especially loves them since he lives in Almaty and has come to see motorcycles as replacement for horses (but of course, he still is an excellent horserider. It’s just that he has less opportunities to do that in Kazakhstan compared to in Mongolia). Anyway, the motorcycles Kazakhstan owns/has owned are the ultra expensive kinds that have Mongolia bulge out his eyes when he realizes how much those would cost. Those are motorcycles Mongolia doesn’t even dream to have since 1) he doesn’t have as much money 2) he lives more frugally than Kazakhstan who’s indeed more materialistic.

Archery hunting and wolf seeing. This they often make into some kind of a competition, like whoever hunts foxes, marmot, or other small animals the most with the bow would win. Sometimes they would come close with wolves (good omen!!), or even accompany nomads during wolf hunting.

Why yes, they also sometimes gossip about their two giant neighbors over drinks.

If Kazakhstan and Mongolia make drinking into competition, Mongolia would win 7 times out of 10. But then he has to deal with the disaster drunk that is Kazakhstan, lol. He’s dealt with this hidden (almost realest) side of Kazakhstan for at least a few times.

Kazakhstan loves to eat horses so whenever he visits Mongolia makes sure that he has more horse on the menu than other stuff. Very considerate of him.

Cooking and eating together in the wild, because why not? Of course, often it’s with Bayan-Ulgii. Like a picture of a good family lol.

Camping!!! Also stargazing. The stars are such important aspects in Kazakh and Mongol myth as they believe souls are transformed into stars, and thus shooting stars are bad omen. When they catch them, Kazakhs would wish for their stars to be higher and Mongols would wish that it’s not their stars but somebody else’s.

Turkey (thanks @justknocking for inspiring me on this!!)

Turkey is a BIG nerd about Turkish/Turkic history or even other people’s history especially when they relate to Turkish history, and since a bulk of historical Turkic monuments and other findings are with Mongolia he likes to visit the man just for that alone. They like to visit the Orkhon valley and look around the monuments together, as the area was once a deeply sacred place for them both as a Turk and a Mongol. While they’re at it they would visit the ruins of Karakorum and maybe go to Erdene Zuu monastery. There are also many other Turkic monuments and tombs all over so they would take cross country trips just to see them!! As Turkey is also interested in ancient Mongol archeological findings like the Slab Grave culture and deer stones, they would also make this into their itinerary.

Turkey LOVES Mongolia’s dog and playing with him, and in turn Mongolia likes watching him be affectionate with his dog. Turkey also loves ALL the street cats in Mongolia and scoffs at the fact that Mongolia’s cat culture is basically nonexistent (after all, no one treats cats and dogs better than he does!)

Turkey doesn’t much enjoy visiting or staying with the nomads since he’s a man spoiled by urban luxuries, and Mongolia shakes his head at that because Turkey has a proud nomadic lineage so he’s not supposed to just forsake nomadic living like that. Turkey would tell him it’s not that he dislikes the nomadic ways, but rather its the peasant way of living he’s not fond of. He likes the lifestyle of nomadic royals just fine. Mongolia would then roll his eyes at Turkey’s cheekiness.

Mongolia’s mostly stopped smoking these days, but he still enjoys seeing people smoke (and be a passive smoker, yes) and would occasionally smoke together with them, making it some kind of a social smoking. Turkey isn’t actually a heavy smoker himself but he would smoke leisurely at times using a special carved pipe, and whenever they meet up they would have long talks over cigs or even share Turkey’s pipe together. They would also kiss smoke into each other’s mouth, which both find tremendously sexy.

Turkey is fond of jewelries and wears some on his body; so these came from his own treasury from when he was an empire, and are worth crazy number of dollars today. He should’ve sold them off but he is rather territorial about them, as they remind him of his glory days and wearing them makes him feel like he’s still the same great thing back then? That’s what Mongolia thinks anyway, who knows the real truth. Anyway, he still has plenty from his treasury, and seeing Mongolia so spartan and frugal he once gifted him bejeweled golden earrings sort of similar to the ones he wore long ago during medieval era. Mongolia almost never wears them, but he still keeps them safely and will probably never sell them. As he doesn’t like feeling indebted, he gifted Turkey afterwards an engraved leather bracelet dotted with precious metal he made with his own hands from start to finish. It clashed with Turkey’s other jewelries, but he was very much pleased with it and wears it a lot.

They spar a lot, and they love it. It takes them back to the time they were just young nomads frolicking about the steppe, even though they never actually met as young children; and even though Turkey didn’t remember any time of his life in the Eastern steppe where his ancestors came from. They are not even related, not even neighbors; and yet, they feel a lot familiar like kins.

#hetalia #aph mongolia #aph turkey #aph kazakhstan #aph russia #hws mongolia #hws kazakhstan #hws turkey #hws russia #oc kazakhstan #russia my love #my headcanon

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topazadine · 25 days

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Ah I feel like I should reintroduce myself

Mostly because I kinda forgot what I said in my last one.

Look it's my dog Clark and my giant stuffed duck Ahiru-san (of Bizenverse fame, yes I bought the stupid fictional duck)

Anyway, basic points:

Cam

Ohioan (most important identity)

She/her pronouns

Fantasy author

Pit bull mom

SEO writer

Lesbian

Bipolar

But wait there's more

My hobbies other than writing, in order of how much I manage to do them

Staying up really late

Fighting with people on the internet

Walking my dogs (is that a hobby?)

Yelling at my plants to grow faster

Knitting

Horseback riding

Rock climbing (new! I am still bby)

Photography

Dollhouses

Kayaking

Traveling to underappreciated places

Activities I am fascinated by but do not understand whatsoever (if you have tips or do these things tell me pls)

Archery

Mounted archery

Caving

Ukulele

Embroidery

Spinning yarn

Things that I am deeply curious about

Caves

Superstitions

Human psychology

International conflict

Comparative mythology

Cryptids/ghost stories

Cults (but not joining them)

Bizarre deaths (especially stuff like cave diving deaths)

Stuff I have written that you should read

9 Years Yearning

The Lucretia Cycle

A lot of stuff on AO3

My sorta defunct blog (I moved back to Tumblr lmao)

Medium posts

Random facts about me that no one cares about

I have double eyelashes and a chest tattoo that says "Death to Rapists" in Latin Additionally, I have dyscalculia, which makes it almost impossible to learn languages or play a musical instrument because Brain Don't Work That Way. So it is annoying when people screech about monolinguals and say we're all lazy or whatever. I've tried multiple times to learn multiple languages and it simply does not work. Get off my back pls (random pet peeve) I studied abroad in Scotland on the prestigious Gilman scholarship and it radicalized me against England The main reason I did my Master's degree in International Relations is because they offered me a free year of tuition. This radicalized me against becoming a politician. As an aside, I did my Master's thesis on international human trafficking. Multiple people have told me I'm like a herding dog because I need to be doing something and get sad if I don't have a task My greatest fear is being electrocuted by stepping into a puddle after a rainstorm I get anxious going to the grocery store but have no problem with public speaking (strange) My favorite job I've ever done was an internship working with refugees (love) My dream vacation would be visiting the lava tube caves under Aokigahara, climbing through Buddha's Nostril in Nara, and then petting all the nice deer at Nara Deer Park I would also like to visit Mongolia and eat all their yummy snacks My most hated household chore is laundry Last year, when I went to Blood Prison, I cried because I didn't get scared and it's supposed to be one of the scariest haunted houses - I have a bizarre immunity to haunted houses because I can't suspend my disbelief Whenever I am in pain, I completely forget about the existence of NSAIDs and instead bitch about being uncomfortable until someone (usually my mom) reminds me that modern medicine is real and may in fact have solutions One time I stapled through my hand with a staple gun because I was trying to repurpose a cabinet drawer into a scratching post for my (now deceased) ferrets I am terrified of amusement park rides where you go up in the air but you don't have your feet on anything, like Windseeker at Cedar Point. My primal lizard brain craves the ground. But rock climbing is fine.

Yeah so that's it thanks

#writer intro #writing intro #indie author #indie authors #queer author #fantasy author #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity

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accio-victuuri · 10 months

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one photo, multiple cpns. 📸

thank you wyb for sharing that photo with us. taken in xiamen, the evening > early morning of GRA nominee gala. it was a memorable and tiring day for him and it makes me somft thinking that in between the chaos, he was still able to take a moment and shoot photos. that he had some peace & quiet in that very busy few days.

the moon is a common cpf symbolism and this is an example of why, with all the photos wyb probably has on his phone — he decided to share this. it’s not even current per se. he is someone who would preferably post something related to his hobbies like what he did with the “helmet selfie” or him climbing a volcano in inner mongolia. so this may not be as uncommon, but definitely different from his usual or expected post. and the fact that how the moon looks in the photo is so similar to what zz posted back in 11/19. him sharing this close to that photo, i can’t help but think that he is deliberately matching that. like what they did back in the moon festival.

they are so sweet, these are probably leftovers, from all the photos they sent to each other. also how it seems like a reminder to them that no matter how far apart they are, they are still under the same moon. the white and red also gets me! i know lwj is blue but he is also white and wwx is red. perfect match! 🤍

we seem to be at the bottom of the pond, from one moon to another… 🌙

• CPFs are now talking about the whole 2019 throwback to this place and how it recreates the ideal life painting. ( I already explained that connection here. ) YBO sharing this additional photo of Bobo by the beach just adds to that visual.

i can’t help but notice too that at the time xz painted in 2019, “wyb” was wearing something casual and was clearly a young man. in wyb’s recreation, he is all grown up and in a suit. years passed and things may have changed, but being together is still their “ideal life”

it sort of echoes what ZZ did last 11/19. Referencing 2018 ( japan cpn, a fandom fave ) so WYB is here showing off and seemingly saying that this is him giving a nod to 2019 ( ideal life painting which is also a fandom fave ).

• The kadian for posting time 18:27 which means Yibo Love Wife. The wife being ZZ in this case, I know most of us don’t approve of the whole wife thing but it is what it is.

or you can go full galaxy brain CPN, 1827 days. from 11/19 2018 to 11/20 23. That’s 5 years. We have been clowning about the 5th year anniversary so….

• Both of their studio can’t do anything but repost and boast about their laobans! 😂😂😂

• WYB’s message and reminder of the temperature dropping is more for XZ than us. OR it could be that they are together and WYB decided to send this out + remind people to keep warm. 🤍

Some are also pointing out that he is going to Macau soon for the IQIYI event this saturday, it’s not cold there like in Beijing. So it’s a message to someone who will be staying in Beijing.

• Just to drive it home that these two have been matching more than usual this year. for the few times they share something personal on weibo. So it’s not only this time, as what i always say, there is a pattern.

Those who pay attention will notice. 👀👀👀

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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Fairy tail regression scenario..

Little! Juvia Lockser getting hurt after a worried Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster told her to get down from a rather large and hazardous looking tree but Little! Juvia didn't exactly listen because she wanted to show her Papa how high she is in the tree..it was instinct karma when Little! Juvia Lockser (Juvia was 3 years old today) got hurt when the fragile looking branch snapped when she stood on it and Little! Juvia Lockser fell maybe..5 feet and landed rather hard on the wooden ground..she understandably started crying..Little! Juvia broke her arm and she was covered in bruises and grazes.

How it came to this..was that Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster took Little! Juvia Lockser out in the sunshine to a park that Little! Juvia Lockser will enjoy and generally because it was too nice to be indoors in the guild..and Little! Juvia was enjoying the playground well enough until Little! Juvia thought it would be alright to climb the tree that her papa told her to never climb up on or go near..Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster realised that his little was suspiciously quiet for some reason and it was obvious when Little! Juvia Lockser called out for her papa and she was halfway up the tree that Gray forbid her from going near..(too many people got hurt climbing up that dangerous tree, mainly littles)..Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster wasted no time in making his little come down from that tree that looked dangerous..but Little! Juvia Lockser didn't exactly listen to Papa because she wanted to show him how talented she is and she suffered an instinct karma of falling five feet from the tree when she stood on a weak looking branch before Gray could help her down and Little! Juvia Lockser fell hard on the wooden ground and the impact broke her right arm and she suffered bruises and grazes as well..of course Little! Juvia started wailing because it hurts..obviously the nasty fall broke her arm and gave her other injuries to boot and as much as Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster wanted to give her a scolding for not listening to him about not climbing up that dangerous looking tree that she got hurt on..treating her injuries and making sure that she was alright was his top priority..*cue a worried Caregiver! Lucy Heartfilla running towards the scene because she saw what had happened..Lucy had been running an errand to the supermarket while her Little! Wendy was taking a nap in the Fairy tail guild under the watchful eye of Mirajane and Lucy saw what had happened*

Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster taught Little! Juvia Lockser a good lesson about dangerous looking trees and listening to Papa about them and not climbing on them from now on. Gray didn't shout..he wasn't cruel and regarding Juvia's headspace of that Juvia Lockser was regressed to age three years old..he doesn't want to be the one responsible for making her cry as well..(it was after Little! Juvia Lockser had her injuries treated and her broken arm set in a cast at the local Mongolia hospital for littles was when Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster taught Little! Juvia Lockser a good lesson about it)

Tree Climbing

“Papa! Papa, look!”

Juvia’s voice certainly didn’t come from anywhere it normally should’ve. It came from somewhere above Gray.

His heart almost stopped when he spotted her.

Juvia was climbing up a very tall, very unsafe looking tree. The height alone made Gray sick to his stomach.

“Juvia Lockser, you come down from there this instant!” Gray called up to her. Her face fell when he used her full name instead of their usual ‘Raindrop’ but Gray had no time to worry about feeling guilty over that now.

“But.. Papa.. Look!” she climbed up onto another branch. One that looked awfully unsturdy.

“Juvia, no-!” Gray’s strangled sounding cry was cut short when the branch snapped and sent the Little plummeting.

“JUVIA!” he ran, trying to lunge for her.

With a far more sickening snapping sound, Juvia hit the ground. Gray was too late to catch her.

Once the shock wore off, Juvia started wailing. Gray immediately cradled the Little in his arms, her clothes were ripped up and she had scratched from the branches, and he felt his stomach drop when he saw her arm bent at a strange angle. He hovered his hand over it, trying to use his ice magic to numb the pain a little bit, “You’re okay.. You’re okay, Raindrop.. Let’s get you to Wendy.”

Hopefully the girl was big enough to help her…

“Hur’s… Hur’s, Papa…”

“I know it does, Raindrop, but I promise, it’ll all be fixed up real soon.”

“Papa…” she whined. “Shh..” he kissed her forehead, “It’s okay, Raindrop..”

She sniffled, lifting her good arm and wiping her eyes, “Is Papa mad..?”

“Disappointed at most.. I warned you not to go up that tree..”

“Oh my God!”

Gray looked up as Lucy ran over, “I saw what happened! Is she okay?”

“A broken arm, and mostly shaken, but.. she should be alright. Do you have Wendy with you?”

“She’s taking a nap back at the Guildhall. Mirajane offered to watch her for me so I could run a few errands.”

“I hate to ask, but…” Gray trailed off.

“We’ll see once we get back,” Lucy said. “If she’s too small, then we might need to take Juvia to Porlyusica instead.”

Gray really didn’t want to have to deal with that. The older woman was a pain to deal with on a good day, and he really didn’t need her upsetting Juvia.

“We really need to have a talk with the mayor about that tree. Far too many Littles are getting hurt falling out of it,” Gray said.

“I know. My heart stopped when I watched Wendy fall out of it,” Lucy said. “She ended up being fine, but it still wasn’t a fun thing to watch.”

“Well, hopefully this one knows better now,” Gray gently rocked Juvia. Her crying had settled somewhat. She was no longer wailing, but she still had tears dripping down her face.

“Wendy will help you feel all better, Raindrop,” Gray said. “But can I trust you to stay out of that tree from now on?”

“Yes, Papa…”

Alas, Wendy wasn’t the best bet to get Juvia all fixed up, as the girl was sleepy and small herself. Fortunately, he was able to get her to the hospital in record time. They quickly got her arm set and wrapped up in its cast, then gave her some painkillers. While it was nothing compared to Wendy’s magic, she calmed down tremendously once they kicked in.

Gray had Juvia sleep for most of her time there. She had a rough day and was under a lot of medications to manage the pain, so he could only imagine how tired she was.

Once she was awake, however…

“You scared me half to death,” Gray stated, refusing to shout. He didn’t want to upset or scare Juvia, but still needed his point to be heard. “What were you thinking?”

“Juvi wanted to impress Papa..” she said meekly. “A-and Juvi wanted to be like all the others who did it..”

“Including the part where they all fell out?”

Juvia made an uncomfortable noise.

Gray sighed, “You don’t need to do reckless things to impress me, Raindrop,” he gently ruffled her hair. “We all warn our Littles to stay out of that tree for a reason. And now you’ve learned why,” he explained.

“Jelly said he didn’t fall!”

Jellal of all Littles climbed that damn tree?

Gray supposed it shouldn’t surprise him that much. It was like a magnet for Littles. He knew Wendy climbed it once, but he wasn’t too concerned about her. As a Dragon Slayer, she was far more durable than the average person, and she can use her wind magic to slow her fall.

He also knew that Freed, Levy, and now Jellal climbed it, which left him a lot more concerned. Jellal could probably save himself with his magic, but the other two would’ve been out of luck.

“Jelly probably lied about that part,” Gray said. “Every Little in Magnolia who's climbed that tree has fallen out of it.”

“Sorry, Papa..” she murmured.

“It’s okay, Raindrop. But you can guarantee you’ll be grounded from the park for a while,” he said. Juvia whimpered.

“Don’t give me that. You knew you weren’t supposed to climb that tree and still did it anyway,” Gray stated sternly. He hated being stern with his Little, but how else was she supposed to learn? He hated watching her get hurt more.

“I just want you to play safely. Promise me you can do that?”

“Juvi promises.”

“Good girl.”

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