#ghostt talks

[tri-pofdeath]

I just want to say... I've been having a blast with bookclub and I am thankful for y'all, it's been very fun seeing both people revisiting the manga and discovering it for the first time together. I'm new to actually Participating in fandom so it's been a very nice cozy welcome as well :)

[ghosttbeef]

andrew lloyd webber cast a terrible terrible curse on me where about 10% of the time someone says how many years old something is. I have to fight being possessed by love never dies phantom w some bastardixation of HE'S JUST TEN YEARS OLD to fit the situation

[whippoor-wont]

I was tagged by @yoiku for this "Get To Know You" meme! Thanks for the tag, and sorry it took me so long to get to it OOPS

let's see here...

Last song: My memory says it was ...a song off the middle-ish of Hounds of Love (Kate Bush) bc I was listening to it last night and fell asleep. Maybe Under Ice? I don't know. But if you ask Spotify it was BLACKTIGER by Oborataebi!

If you're reading this now this is your call to go look them up on Youtube bc they delight me so much- they're a Japanese funk/psychadaelic/???? band that have these incredible shrimp super bright shrimp costumes (Their band name is Drowned Shrimp! / Autopsy Report of a Drowned Shrimp in english) and they put on really fun high-energy performances and I love to watch them. They only have one of their albums on Spotify, but they more music on youtube, including a lot of recordings of their live performances, which I highly recommend checking out. I love these shrimp..... I mean look at em ...

This article has some more really great pictures of them, and here's their youtube channel!

Currently Reading: I just started reading the Ambergris trilogy by Jeff Vandermeer at the recommendation of my roommate! I'm not really far enough in to say much about it other than "i would bet actual money something horrible is about to happen to this shit idiot missionary guy" LMAO I'm also rereading Trigun: Maximum for #trigunbookclub but. I am like a chapter and a half behind at this point, OOPS

Currently Watching: Nothing in particular, actually- I've got a list for sure, but I've not sat down to watch anything in a while. I need to finish Quantum Leap- both the new one and the original show, and I just got the Doctor Who seasons w/ 9 and 10 that I really want to rewatch soon. And I'll be watching Gundam Witch from Mercury with a friend here soon! I could probably go on about other shows i maybe wanna watch soon for paragraphs but these are the ones in the front of my brain haha

Current Obsession: Trigun.................. specifically the manga, but god. This series has a deathgrip the likes of which no media has Ever really had on me? Like ever? I dunno what it is but I'm here for the long haul and I've made more art of individual characters than I typically do of Any fanart I make for other things I've enjoyed in the past LOL. Usually my fixation is firmly on OCs with a background noise of whatever media I'm enjoying at the moment but NOT THIS TIME

Tagging: @breserker @japaneesee @mustielsen @genderfluid-chameleon @sarahtheconjurer AND WHOEVER ELSE i feel bad tagging so many ksdjfghk- I'D BE DELIGHTED IF U HOPPED IN

[faceless-ghostt]

i HATE being a young justice fan with a burning passion sometimes, these silly lil guys, these dumb dumb idiots take up all my free time, just thinking about them. HOWEVER I DARE BRING THEM UP IRL? NO! why? because literally NO ONE around me knows who they are and I have to be like 'ha ha! isn't that just funny, anyways!' as if i'm not dying inside Because i NEED to talk about my beloved lil squishy and i CAN'T

[starriknight]

Fine fine fine

I’ve been inspired to make a little letter to qsmpblr cuz y’all are the best :D

My first post was my pinned post almost a year ago(HOLY SHIT ALREADY) and honestly I don’t know why I decided to make a tumblr but I’m soooo glad I did. I’ve been watching qsmp since the start but I only ever watched vods until late 2023 after purgatory. Qsmpblr is such an amazing community and I don’t think I would be the silly hyperfixated guy I am today without y’all. NOT TO MENTION MY FUCKING LOVE AND APPRECIATION FOR BRASILL LOVE YALL🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

Special shoutout to some of my besti besti’s

@lilghostlettuce GHOSTT!! Literally my 1st qsmpblr besti and you’re so cool bro. I have so much joy just looking through your blog and seeing how much love you have for this community you’re culture and the whole world💕💕

@theroseyhues I LOVEEE seeing you’re super cool art and doing picrew chains with you is so fun and silly :33

@sarcastictissy TISSSYYYYY where do I even start omg. I literally don’t think I’ve met anyone kinder and more positive than you like whattt. And this discord!!! It’s been so much fun being a mod and talking to mutuals and people that I follow that I would otherwise be wayyy to nervous too :D

@charliecuntcicle ROXYYY you’re literally so cool I’m so glad that we have been talking more on the discord it’s been so fun and tbh you’re blog looked way too cool I was scared to talk to you kkkkkk😭

@ultra-raging-ghost ghosttt!! Yet another amazing person in this community called ghost kkkkk I never watched bads streams that much but I would never not know what happened thanks to your liveblogs(post limit must be your worst enemy😭😭)

@pixiecaps I know we don’t really interact but I just think your blog is literally so cool!! You’re a savior when it comes to funny clips I think I would’ve never seen without you obrigado!!

@royalarchivist LITERALLY SO AMAZING YOURE SENT FROM HEAVEN!!! Thanks for so many clips and cheers to many more

And to any mutuals not here yall are so cool and amazing and never change who you are

[cybernatedbeholder]

-> That's... strange. You see this troll for the first time in your life, and yet... it seems like you've always known her like the back of your hand.

] Where... am I? Whatt's going on? [

>Oh! You almostt gott mauledd by some weirdd ghostt ddogs! Tthatt fightt you putt up sure was somefin!<

] I...[

> Hadd to pull ya undderwatter tto keep 'em off your ttail! Goodd tthatt tthey can'tt swim or botth of us wouldd be in ddeep ttrouble!<

]...o-okay. Who...are you?[

> Oh!! Where are my manners?? <

-> She stood up, briefly fixing her skirt before theatrically bowing

> Piruko Etterev, runaway ttyrian heiress. Tthe royal life's nott my tthing. Butt enough aboutt meee who are you, you shrimpy fella? <

-> She didn't even wait for an answer from you, walking over to your other side and picking up your tail to take a closer look.

] I'm--- [

-> You're definitely not used to have your tail touched, it was weird, and 100% something you won't allow others to do, friend, tyrian or not. Your tail defensively curls up as you finally get to continue your answer.

] I'm Allars Palema. [

->Your head hurts too much to let you speak your thoughts, you lay back down with your palm over your eyes, applying some pressure to your forehead.

] I have no clue whatt happened, I was looking for Tthe Matternal in tthese caves butt I guess I gott caugtt by sometthing? Att leastt tthatt's whatt I can figure outt from whatt you ttold me so far. [

-> She starts talking again. You don't mind this at all, but have a feeling that this will be a long few nights. You'll hopefully survive her rambles until you're good enough to go back to your hive. But in the meantime you can get some info out of her.

[g0thfreak666]

what happened on ur post on yt well idk who they were but they just said r u okay? and you replied "No" Aradia is there something u like to talk about....? or was it just a childhood post from ur oc?....it's okay i won't judge....

My sona goes through worse than I do... I've been not doing good at home nor school and even found out about my friend Ghostt isn't here because he hasn't been feeling well like me and told me that he misses me and I broke down in tears because he's the first ever guy and I like that I like him.....

[oh-gh0st]

GHOSTT, i havent talked to you very much but your very nice to me and i enjoyed talking to you about silly thinggsss. i admire your art sm, i dont have the words to specifically explain BUT I REALLY WANNA LEARN ALOT OF THE STUFF YOU'RE REALLY GOOD AT IN UR ARTTT. i luv ur ocs very much and dont express it enough but i hope to talk to u more soon and also thank you for like a while ago id ask you for your input on my work and were very nice and helped me out, thank you again for thattt ^.^

AHHH haaiii!! i LOVE talking about silly things its like my favorite pasttime HEHE

OUGHH if u ever wanna learn u can always send a dm and id be happy to explain some tips and tricks i know and use!! and YESSS pleaaae talk to me more i wanna get to be solly w u more :3 and you’re absolutely welcome!! <33

[ghosttb0y]

Hit 4K on Tumblr :0 ty guyssss~

Love y a l l

[oloreaa]

For our lorge blue recycling bin man Paz Vizsla, when is the first time he says those three words "I love you"? Mid-battle? During a quiet moment at random? During smutty times when he doesnt realize he said it until later? Give me your thoughts }:}

Heather!! Thank you so much for this, I enjoyed writing Paz again a lot!❤

The first time Paz says "I love you"

Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, blood/injuries

Wordcount: ~500

Masterlist

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Paz is not a man who rushes into saying the big L word to you. He is not too shy to tell you, on the contrary, the whole covert will know if he had taken a liking to someone, he is obvious like that

He is quiet and doesn't say much, but it's not too hard to put two and two together when he finds excuses to be around you at every single opportunity he gets

Finding new topics to talk to you about, inviting you to spars, asking you to accompany him on the supply run, inquiring about your opinion on clan politics, you can see how he appreciates your presence and will actively seek out your opinion

Of course, in the beginning you thought that Paz was just being friendly, and you liked talking to him very much as well, but there were certain things that would... stand out

Little things that you cannot think of as strictly platonic

Maybe he would reach out and take your hand, or let his palm rest on your shoulder for a second longer than necessary

Maybe he would automatically straighten and greet you when you walked into a room, letting you come closer to him than he would for anyone else

Maybe he would jump right in front of you during a particularly difficult skirmish, taking a shot that was meant for you

Maybe he would reach out and gently rest his palm on your cheek, thumb brushing so tenderly over your face that you could not help but close your eyes, leaning into his touch

Paz's voice takes on a different quality when he is with you, his voice becomes deeper and softer, and that might have been the biggest indicator that he feels more for you than a simple friendship

There was no flourish when Paz finally confessed, no grand gesture or gifts, it was not meticulously planned at all: he blurts it out after a close call on a supply run, crushing you against his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head

"I love you," he tells you, and you could not help but holding onto him even tighter, heart beating so fast you felt faint

"I love you too," you murmur, and he holds you so tightly that you were actually feeling faint

He gently knocks his forehead against yours, holding your face between his hands, the moment passed too soon, getting interrupted by other people checking on you, but the two of you always kept each other in your peripheral view

It was a bit before you got a quiet moment together, but once you did, you could not stop smiling as he told you those three words again, holding your hands tightly

Sneaking a kiss, eyes shut, he mumbles it against your lips and you could feel his smile pressing against yours

And from there on, he uses every possible opportunity to let you know

……………

Idek why I'm tagging so many for this short of a piece but you did say you want to be on the taglist🤷🏻‍♀️

General: @phoenixhalliwell @over300books @insomniamamma @mrsparknuts @adikaofmandalore @reluctant-mandalore @pisss-offf-ghostt @corvueros @crookedmoonsaultpunk @terrormonster55 @gallowsjoker @310ra @mitchi-c @buttercup--bee @opheliaelysia @the-purity-pen @thevoiceinyourheadx @mxndoscyarika @nerdypinupcrystal @chibi-yuki @djxrxn @maiihem @concussed-to-pieces @jaime1110 @absurdthirst @ginger-swag-rapunzel @mischiefnevermanaged94 @dameronology

One-Shots/Headcanons: @the-blind-assassin-12 @princessbatears @reluctant-mandalore @darnitdraco @spideysimpossiblegirl @hdlynn @just-an-adventurer @chibi-liz05 @mndalorians @a-skov @mando-amando  

[tri-pofdeath]

oh also i've been working on a livio cosplay for fun lately and i'm trying to get it done before halloween. none of the process has been fun to look at so far but uhh.

have some delicious soup

i've had to do so much to this jacket and i'm only like halfway through it. i had to dye it black, (attempt to) remove a design, paint over the ghost of that design, and replace the buttons- and now i need to add belt loops, and a strap Situation for the doublefang guns to attach too that involves 12 sets of snaps and six metal studs. it will be cool though i promise.

[whippoor-wont]

4

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

hmmm. Tenebri for one, because her anatomy is weird- making a bird with eyes that are essentially all black emote well can be a challenge, plus posing her arms + wings all while keeping her Owl Shaped is. difficult at times. she's one of the simpler designs i have but Alas .

as for the rest of my OCs whoever is the hardest to draw at any given time is kind of random? they all take turns. that said Milo was difficult for me to get right for a very long time

and a non-oc character that i struggle to draw but love dearly is. Livio from trigun. I just CANT get him quite right. one of these days i will crack the code though and i will be truly insufferable

[ghostthostt]

Ghostt, It/He, autistic+schizophrenic

DNI unless i interact/follow first

more under the cut

hello!

my name is Ghost! i am autistic+schizophrenic, and deal with compulsive tendencies such as dermatillomania , and have hand tremors that make me mistype a lot.

i have social anxiety and likely will not reach out to you on my own, but dont mind talking if you send me a message :^)

im a transmasc nb, achillean, asexual and ambiamorous. my pronouns are it/he, and i am happily dating my two boyfriends

i have a lot of interests ! currently hyperfixated on World of Warcraft!

my special interests are dinosaurs(spinos and yutyrannus are my favorites) and science!

my prn page

my playlist

my stimblog

for me: one , two , three , four , five , six

[benedictsvestcollection]

Toepick!

Bucky Barnes x female reader AU

Summary: Bucky’s a hockey player turned pairs figure skater partner for reader who’s kind of a pain in the ass. (aka this is a Cutting Edge AU if anyone’s seen the movie)

Chapter warnings: Cursing, mentions of hockey violence, reader is a brat, Bucky is a sarcastic asshole (just like in the show!)

Author note: Unbetaed chapter, I don’t have a taglist for Bucky fics but send me a DM or ask if you want to be added to it I’ll make a taglist for my Bucky fics! Please reblog this and tell me what you think in my askbox! 

Also thanks to @pisss-offf-ghostt​ for her hockey insight b/c I don’t know shit about hockey.

Chapter One

Bucky Barnes sat in a doctor’s office, two weeks after taking a puck to the face in a Winter Olympic game. It had hit him way too close to his eye and Coach Pierce had benched him the rest of the Games. 

What’s worse is that it was his own fucking teammate who’d given him the injury. Brock Rumlow, their Enforcer, had always had it out for Bucky. God knows why, but maybe Rumlow had never forgiven his NHL team for beating theirs in the playoffs the year before. Or that Bucky had scored the winning goal of that same game. 

Steve and Sam had always said Rumlow was a bad apple in the NHL and his Olympic spirit sucked too it seemed. So now, he was waiting on news from the doctor, telling him when he could start training for the next NHL season.

The doctor entered the room with Bucky’s file. “Well, doc? When can I get back on the ice?” He asked. 

The doctor frowned at him and put his x-ray up on the lighted board to show him. “Son, I’m afraid you won’t be able to play hockey anymore.” He told him frankly. “You took quite a hit to your occipital bone and it hindered 80% of your peripheral vision in your right eye.” 

“What?” He asked, unsure if he heard him right. 

“I’m afraid you’ll have to go into retirement from hockey.” He told him, looking at the man with sympathetic eyes. He was a great player, had a lot of years left in him. He had watched that game, this wasn’t his fault.

Bucky sat there, shell shocked for several moments before slowly rising and putting his coat on. “Thanks doc.” He muttered before finally leaving the office and building. Fucking Brock Rumlow. He had seen the smirk on his lips after he’d opened his eyes from taking the hit to his face. 

He pulled out his phone and dialed Steve’s number. “Hey, meet me at the usual place?” 

“Everything okay Buck?” He’d asked his childhood best friend and now teammate.

“Just… I’ll tell you at the bar.” He growled out and then made his way to their favorite haunt. “Call Sam. I have news.” 

Thirty minutes later, Bucky was nursing a beer at their favorite New York bar. Sam and Steve stared at him, shocked. “So what, now you have to retire? That’s bullshit man.” Sam shook his head. 

“You think I don’t know that?” Bucky growled at his teammate. “My publicist wants to make an announcement soon.” He told them. “But I told her to hold off. I want some time to just… Absorb this.” He ran his hand through his hair frustratingly. 

Bucky loved skating, how could he give it up? And Brock Rumlow gets to just keep playing? What a load of bullshit. 

“Rumlow should be fined for that shit he pulled on you at the Games.” Steve shook his head. 

“You really think being fined is what he deserves? Everyone knows it was a dirty move but Pierce is his coach in the NHL, he’s not gonna do shit about it.” Sam reminded Steve. 

It was true, even the announcers had called it a dirty shot, and everyone who followed the NHL knew that Brock Rumlow had it out for Bucky Barnes. But Rumlow was Pierce’s guy and he wasn’t going to do anything to his player to jeopardize the next season of the NHL. 

“Speak of the devil.” Sam whistled out and Bucky looked over his shoulder to see Rumlow entering the bar with his flavor of the month on his arm. Some up and coming model or something. Not that any of them kept track anymore of them. 

“Hey boys! How’s the post-Olympics life treating you? As good as me?” He winked at his newest companion. “She’s a model.” 

“Shocking.” Sam snorted from behind his beer. Smirking when Rumlow shot him a dirty look. 

“So Barnes, how’s the eye?” Rumlow asked him casually, as if he hadn’t given him the very injury that now forced Bucky into early retirement.

Bucky’s grip tightened on his bottle. “It’s fine.” He ground out and gave him a hardened stare. It was true, physically he felt fine. But, he was about two seconds away from beating Rumlow to a pulp though. Hell, Steve and Sam would probably help him if he asked. But he also didn’t want any added press than the impending ‘early retirement’ announcement in the coming days. 

“Look man, sorry about that. Guess the puck just got away from my stick, you know?” He said easily. 

Holy shit, he was really just going to pretend it wasn’t his fault? Guess he shouldn’t be surprised. 

“Yeah, you seemed real torn up about it.” Steve snapped at him. “The whole hockey world knows you have it out for Buck.” All four men, stood. All imposing figures as hockey players. “And everyone knows that was a dirty shot you took. The Olympics are supposed to be about coming together but you just used it for your own personal gain. You’re a disgrace.” Steve told him. 

“You letting your pals stand up for you Barnes? What’s the matter? Too chicken shit to say anything yourself?” Rumlow taunted him. 

Bucky stepped closer to him, almost chest to chest with the Enforcer. “Nope, I just know you’re not worth my time. You never have been, not even on the ice.” After several tense moments, Bucky finally stepped back. “I gotta go. I have a call to make. I’ll talk to you two later.” He looked at Sam and Steve before leaving some bills on the table for his beers and he purposely bumped into Rumlow before leaving the bar. 

Once he was safely in his Brooklyn apartment, he called his publicist. “Mel? Hey, let’s just…. Make an announcement. Tomorrow. Just get it over with.” He told her. “There’s no point in delaying it.” 

“Sure thing, we’ll just say you’re mulling over your post-hockey playing options. Maybe take a year off and figure out what you want. Book deals, coaching job, hell even a sports commentator.” 

“Yeah. I’ll think about it, Mel. Thanks.” He hung up and tossed his phone on the counter and sighed. 

Fucking Brock Rumlow. 

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“What part of locked arms don’t you fucking get?” You snapped at your latest partner ‘audition’ as you got up off your ass from being dropped again. “Where in the hell are you finding these idiots Maria?” You snapped at your coach as you skated away from the latest guy. “You’d think none of them knew a simple lift.” 

Maria Hill, your coach for several years now was at the end of her rope. You’d rejected partner after partner for the past month and a half after you’d parted ways with your Olympic partner, from a disastrous showing at the Winter Olympics. 

“Probably doesn’t help that you berate them before they even get their skates on.” She called from the side of the rink as Tony Stark, your guardian since you were fifteen years old (although you were in your twenties now and didn’t need a guardian anymore) and practically your big brother, entered with his five year old daughter Morgan in his arms. 

“How’s it going?” He asked. 

“You’re insane.” Your latest pairs auditioner told you as he hastily removed his skates and shoved his feet in his sneakers and grabbed his bag. “Good luck finding someone willing to put up with the ice princess.” He snorted and left. 

“That good huh?” Tony asked with a sigh and watched you skate around the private ice rink on their property. 

“I can’t help that they’re all idiots.” You told him and Maria sighed, rubbing her temples as Morgan giggled at your comment. 

“You know, unless you work with any of these guys and Maria. You’re going to have to go to singles skating.” Tony warned you, knowing you hated singles skating. It always felt too lonely for you out on the ice alone. You had trust issues since you were a kid. Which was a double edged sword because you also had trouble trusting partners to not let you down. 

“Alright, let’s just call it for the day. I have some calls to make for some more options.” Maria told you as you continued to skate. She turned to Tony. “Talk some sense into her. I don’t have many options left.” She muttered and then left. 

Morgan sat at the edge of the rink putting her skates on to get ready for her private lesson. “Ice Princess, come on… Work with me.” Tony called to you. 

You shot him a glare at the nickname but skated over to him, stopping promptly and showering his legs with ice. “Yes?” You asked him innocently. 

“Don’t give me that shit. What’s your deal? You’ve rejected nearly eight perfectly good skaters in the past almost two months. And always over stupid shit.” He told you. “They’re either not strong enough, not fast enough, not graceful enough. None of which have been true.” 

You wanted to curse back at him but knew Morgan was beginning to repeat everything and Tony was being hushed and you really didn’t want to hear Pepper ask why Morgan learned a new curse word from you. “I’m just particular, that’s all.” You defended yourself. 

“Is that the word we’re using?” He snorted at you. “I know you have trust issues because of what happened. But you can’t keep using that excuse for skating. Not all those men are going to let you down. But they will if they pick up on your attitude and tension. You need to start giving some of them an actual chance.” He glanced over at Morgan who was starting to warm up on the ice before her lesson. “Just… Think about it, okay? And you’ll bring Morgan to the house after her lesson?”

You sighed and nodded at him. “Yeah okay, fine. I’ll think about it. And yes, I’ll stay here during her lesson.” You promised as you got off the ice and changed shoes while Morgan started her lesson. 

“Thank you. Dinner’s at six.” He reminded you and kissed Morgan goodbye before leaving for a meeting. 

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Maria Hill was looking over all the options she had on her desk. None of them would be able to take any of the shit that you were dishing out. She needed someone who could dish it right back to you and who could skate. “Jesus this is a nightmare.” She muttered to herself. 

“Might have a suggestion for you if you’re interested in hearing it and going to meet with him.” Nick Fury’s voice came from her office door. Nick was the trainer for you. Responsible for keeping you in shape and healthy. 

“Yeah?” She asked him curiously and leaned back in her chair. 

Nick walked over to the television and turned it on, turning it to the sports network talking about Bucky Barnes’ retirement and what his options were now. The news had been out for a week now and everyone was speculating what he was going to do now. 

“Barnes? You expect me to get a hockey player to be her new partner and not have her throw another fit?” She asked incredulously. 

“Hear me out Hill.” Fury told her and sat across from her. “He’s strong, a phenomenal skater. Actually graceful even in hockey. And, he won’t take any of her shit lying down. Everything else, you can teach him.” He mused with a shrug. “Besides, rumor has it that he wants to keep skating. Sure, this ain’t hockey but it’s better than nothing.” 

Nick had made several good points. He was a great skater. And he was disciplined. It meant that he would stick to any regime of training and skating they threw at him. 

“She won’t like this.” She told him bluntly. 

“Does she like anything anyway?” He countered with a snort.

He had a point. You hadn’t liked any of the partners they’d brought you till now. So throwing Barnes into the mix wasn’t going to make it much worse. 

“Fine. Let’s go talk to him.” She relented.

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“You want me to what?” Bucky asked Maria and Nick. The two of them sat across from him in his Brooklyn apartment. Staring at them incredulously. 

“We heard you wanted to keep skating. And while this isn’t hockey, we’re training someone who wants Olympic gold just as much as you do.” Maria told him. “I’ve seen you skate. You’re talented as hell and strong.” 

Bucky looked back and forth between the two of them, expecting this to be some kind of joke. “What’s the catch?” 

“No catch. You’ll be paid, there’s a guest house at the Stark estate for you if the audition goes well. So you can live and train and not have to commute. You’ll be well paid.” Nick told him as he casually leaned back in his seat. 

Bucky snorted. “I’ve been doing this long enough to know that there’s always a catch.” 

Maria and Nick exchanged looks before looking back at him. “She can be… Difficult to get along with.” She told him carefully. 

“So she’s a pain in the ass.” He clarified flatly and snorted again. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a pain in the ass on my team.” He muttered to himself. 

“So you’ll come try out?” Maria asked him curiously. “Look, I know you don’t take any shit from anyone. So you and her might work because you can dish it out. You won’t put up with her attitude.” She explained. 

Bucky considered his options. He didn’t want to stop skating. And it’s not like there were any open coaching positions currently. And he sure as shit didn’t want to write a memoir or work for ESPN while all his buddies were still skating. This was something for him. Plus he’d get to work with some hot girl instead of staring at Rumlow’s ugly face everywhere he went. 

“When’s the tryout?” He finally asked.

Bucky Barnes’ fic taglist: @pisss-offf-ghostt​ 

[writereaa]

Headcanons - Going to a Lantern Festival with Din and Grogu

So, people, the last day of LNY has arrived! Thank you for everyone who celebrated and participated in the event, I really hope that we can start making more content for specific cultures, to make this fandom an even richer place! It was so interesting seeing how traditions differ from country to country, and it was amazing to see specifically made content🥺 I hope we can do this with all sorts of festivals and celebrations from across the globe!

This is once again my take on it, based off my own experiences and refit into the Star Wars universe❤❤

Reader is gender neutral, and their relationship to Din can be seen as platonic.

Wordcount: 650

▪ Masterlist ▪ LNY Event▪

The last day of the Moon Festivals was the day of the Lantern Festival, and it was the one you looked most forward to

You had convinced Din to spend a few credits on the lanterns, insisting that they do not need to be pretty, they only need to be able to fly

He brought some plain ones back to the Crest, some pretty insignia with good fortune wishes stamped on the side

You explain to him that they are usually released into the sky late at night, that they symbolise letting go of the things that had occurred in the last year

It's a way to celebrate new beginnings, the lights also beautiful to watch, especially when there are hundreds of lanterns in the sky, depending on how many have bought lanterns

There is also a possibility to attach slips of papers with wishes written on them to the lanterns, and they are said to bring good fortune

The three of you make your way into the town, Grogu slightly sleepy already but you gently convince him to stay awake just a bit longer, that it would not take long anymore

He falls asleep nevertheless and Din takes him from you, the green child curling up in the crook of his arm, breathing softly

Din finds a spot at the edge of the square, an unoccupied stone ledge where you sit down, the stone scraping against your palms as you scoot back on it. Grogu sleeps through the whole process of getting comfortable on the ledge, Din's hand wrapped protectively around his little frame

You and Din quietly converse while you waited for the signal, the crowd around you buzzing in anticipation, vendors selling last minute lanterns, many people having theirs ready for take off already

When the signal finally came after what felt like hours, the two of you nodded at each other, and while you lit the lanterns, careful so the flame would not go out, Din carefully wakes Grogu so he would be able to see the spectacle

Cooing in discontent at not being able to continue his snooze, the little guy frowned before catching sight of the pretty illuminated papers, his eyes widening in wonder

Looking up, he made excited noises as he saw all the lanterns ascending into the sky, Din chuckling at the suddenly wriggling baby, pointing upwards with loud, happy coos

You were sure in showing Grogu the lantern you had prepared, explaining how they would fly, before letting go, watching how it gently floated into the air, joining the hundreds of other lights above the square

The three of you stayed on that ledge, watching how the lanterns slowly disappeared into the night, the breeze carrying it away out of sight, away from the town

Since Bean was too excited to fall back asleep again, you made your way to the various vendors and bought some of the glutinous rice balls, filled with sweet red bean paste, letting the child have a taste while eating some yourself, the familiarity bringing a smile to your face

Keeping some in a warmth insulating container, you also bought enough food for Din and you to eat later

When you made your way back to the Crest after the festival had officially ended, Din put the sleepy child into his hammock, leaving him on the compartment to dream on his own

Sitting back to back, Din's helmet off, you eat the last of the food together, softly conversing as to not wake Grogu, talking about the last few days with the festival. You thanked Din that he had indulged you to celebrate it together

He insists that it was his pleasure and he is glad that you wanted to share, that you had let him and Grogu in on your culture.

Even if it's not the way you would have usually celebrated the Moon Festivals according to every single tradition, doing it with Din and the little one was absolutely amazing, and you would not want to change this year's experiences for anything

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Okay hear me out but the reader having on some vibrating panties that mando connected to his arm piece. Your in a shop or in a bar and he's just messing with you to see har far he can go. Or its a punishment 😈

Every time you try to glare at him, he’s just motionless. Damn that helmet obscuring any chance of reading his expression. You’re trying to TALK to this damn shopkeeper, and your attempts at haggling are just about ruined by these inconvenient jolts of buzzing heat the man shadowing your elbow keeps casually sending you.

You excuse yourself, pretend to examine a rack of jackets, and Mando pounces on the opportunity. He really lets the thing rip, and it’s all you can to do keep your knees from buckling at the sweet pulses being directed against the absolutely perfect spot. Mando was meticulous, testing the angles all around your clit, until he was certain it was strapped right where you would feel it most.

Your glaring turns to pleading, face now turned up to search that beskar mask for mercy in the back corner of this shop. Of course, you can’t find any there. He’s still motionless, acting like nothing at all is happening, and for a moment you get the strangest sensation there’s no one at all inside that suit. You’re alone in this embarrassment and this intensity.

You push the feeling aside, grabbing at his arm between beskar plates, not only to keep yourself standing but also to feel the warm body underneath.

“What’s the problem,” his modulated voice asks calmly.

“My PROBLEM,” you speak through gritted teeth as the fucker turns up the speed of the vibrations, “Is that I’m not naked in your bunk right now.”

Mando pulls you closer, lacing his fingers between your own, and your heart leaps. He inclines his helmet toward you, until you’re close enough to hear him take in a breath. “Soon enough.” His voice is frustratingly matter-of-fact, as if seeing you like this isn’t affecting him at all. But you know better. You feel the way his thumb is twitching along the back of your hand, the weight of his focus on nothing but you. He turns, and tugs you toward the door. “Let’s check out a few more shops.”

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