#james .flow

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CW: GORE + SICKNESS +my interpretation of .flow

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“share” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 376 words

James is just about to leave Regulus’ flat, but Regulus stops him just as he reaches the front door. “Wait. What’s in that bag?” Regulus asks when James picks up a duffle bag that Regulus hadn’t noticed sitting by the door.   

“Nothing.” James answers awkwardly as he tries, and fails, to hide the large duffel bag behind his back.

“James...?” Regulus says slowly as he walks over to him. Regulus takes the bag from James and gasps when he opens it. “My sweatshirts!” He yelps. “Why are you stealing all my sweatshirts?”

“Your sweatshirts?”

“Fine, our sweatshirts.” Regulus corrects himself and James raises an eyebrow. “They’re not our sweatshirts?” Regulus asks with a little pout. “We share them so doesn’t that make them ours?”  

James takes the bag from Regulus and puts it on the floor so he can wrap his arms around Regulus’ waist. “Sharing implies that we both get to wear them, love. You steal them, and I don’t see them again until I run out and I have to sneak in here and take them all back. Then we start the whole process over again.”

Regulus blinks at James a few times. “You…? But I…?” Regulus fumble the huffs. “How long have you been doing that?”  

“How long have we been dating?” James smiles sweetly.

Regulus gives James another small huff with a little pout but after a moment something flashes across Regulus’ eyes and he narrows them at James.

“Do you wear them when you take them back?” Regulus asks.

“Yeah…?”

“So, we both wear them. Doesn’t that imply that we share them?” Regulus asks with a little smirk.

“I… But you…” James fumbles his words then huffs. “I guess we share the sweatshirts.” He says with a resigned sigh.

“Our sweatshirts.” Regulus corrects him.

“Our sweatshirts.” James agrees with a fond eye roll. He leans in to give Regulus a quick kiss before he picks up the bag.     

“Wait.” Regulus puts his hand on James’ to stop him. “Can I just keep one of them?” He asks in a shy voice as his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “I like to umm… sometimes I…”

James smiles and leans in for another kiss. “I always leave you the one you keep under your pillow.” James whispers.

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sillies

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: ̗̀➛ winter soldier james 'bucky' barnes - 02

cw : kidnapping, some sort of stockholm syndrome, possessiveness, obsession, violence, kinda dark theme, (badly translated russian surely)

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you had never wanted to be at hydra. so why, in this moment, did you find yourself missing it? the realization caught you by surprise.

that night had been a nightmare. you had woken to the sound of alarms, screaming warnings in russian, then in english.

breach in the winter soldier's containment--proceed with caution. this is not a drill.

nothing could have been more terrifying. you knew exactly what he was capable of, and you had no real training beyond medicine. that night, you were certain you were going to die. but you should have known better. you should have known he would never harm you.

the winter soldier had moved through the hydra base like a ghost--silent, unstoppable. even with the alarms blaring, no one saw him coming. not that it mattered. he had killed them all within minutes. not a single one had escaped.

except you.

you hadn't exactly escaped--he had taken you with him. he had seen the fear in your eyes, the way your body trembled with raw terror when he had come to find you. he knew what you were thinking. you believed he was going to kill you.

"Ангел, не ты. Ты знаешь это," he had told you, just before the drugs he put in your system took effect. his hand brushed against your cheek, slow and deliberate--gentle, almost reverent. like a mother soothing a child. like something fragile he never wanted to break.

you had woken up here--in a cramped, dirty flat, somewhere unknown. but you were certain you weren't in russia anymore. one look at the architecture told you much, still eastern europe. if you had to guess, probably bulgaria or romania.

you realized he must have drugged you even more--your memories were fragmented, mere flashes of the journey but no real moments of consciousness. you vaguely recalled long car rides, endless roads stretching ahead, but nothing solid. nothing real.

you didn't understand what had pushed him over the edge. you knew they hadn't treated him right, but that was nothing new. for over a year and a half, you had watched them break him down piece by piece. so why now? what had changed?

the winter soldier didn't know himself. he had simply felt it in his gut--an undeniable pull telling him it was time to leave. so he did. simple as that. they had stripped him down to nothing but an animal, a savage dog running on instinct alone. a beast willing to do whatever it took to survive.

what he didn't know was that he had been right all along. they had been planning to put him back into cryo--back to sleep, back into the depths of his fractured mind. it was hard enough to exist in it while awake; he wasn't about to let them drag him under again.

his instincts had never failed him before. and this time was no different.

at first, he was just going to leave. slip away into the night, take you with him, and be done with it. but then, he heard them talking about you.

there weren't many women on the base, and the way they spoke about you--filthy, vile--made his vision go red. in that moment, any thought of restraint disappeared. you were the reason they all died. he could have spared them, could have simply taken you and gone. but they had to open their disgusting mouths.

the winter soldier wouldn't allow that. you were his. no one spoke about you like that. no one even dared. filthy pigs--they got what they deserved.

you were surprised to realize that he didn't really approach you. he kept his distance, watching from afar--just as he had back at the base. his gaze was relentless, unwavering--always on you. sometimes, you could feel it, the way his mind stripped you bare, piece by piece. but he never acted on those thoughts.

they had trained him well. obey orders, suppress impulses. want, but never take.

the only difference was that now, he allowed himself small luxuries. he left the flat, returning with whatever he thought you might need--food, clothes he assumed you'd like, a few books in english.

in a way, it was almost endearing. he was trying to take care of you, in the only way he knew how.

truth be told, it was not the best life, but it was a lot less stressing than working at hydra. you might have been a scientific asset, the looming threat of your employers was constant. always, awaiting results. you were told some of your colleagues were fired from bad results, but you were pretty sure they were not part of this world anymore.

now? you were with a world wide criminal. the winter soldier, even since shield had been compromised, was on every mouth. all his criminal record had been out in the world, and everyone was looking for him. every government, ready for his to answer his crimes. but he was more intelligent.

you were on that list too.

with all of hydra's files leaked into the world, your name was out there, buried somewhere among them. you were a target now. after discovering the massacre at your old base, they had speculated that you were one of the winter soldier's accomplices. as if they didn't already know--he worked alone.

and now, they were hunting you too.

the winter soldier was your only hope of avoiding a lifetime behind bars. and if there was one thing you had truly come to understand about him, it was this--he had no intention of ever letting you go. better make the best of it.

currently, he was watching you read. he was standing in the corner of the room, all stiff, awaiting. what? you didn't know. it didn't matter. it had been almost a month since you've been locked in this apartment.

"нам скоро придется переехать." his gruff voice broke the silence.

he didn't talk much. mostly, he just watched.

you tried engaging him, attempted to have any kind of interaction beyond his constant, unblinking stare. but he gave you little to work with--just a silent nod when he agreed or a shake of his head when he didn't. it was driving you insane, you knew he spoke english.

for some reason, he was fixated on you--fascinated, obsessed, even. you had dared to test your limits once, stepping outside the flat in a desperate attempt to leave. he had been gone for a few hours, at the market surely. however, the second your foot touched the street, you felt it. his eyes.

his reputation preceded him. once the winter soldier set his sights on someone, escape was impossible. you knew any attempt at running would only end with you right back where you started. there was no way out. so you had gotten back inside. and he didn't say a thing.

you tried to make the best of it. in some twisted way, you considered yourself lucky. he never touched you. never forced anything on you. apart from the drugs that night at the base, he hadn't done anything to alter your mind or body. he even slept on the floor, if he slept at all.

there was no intimacy. just distance. just silence. just him--watching.

you still didn't know russian, so whatever he had just said was lost on you. looking up from your book, you met his gaze and shrugged, wordlessly telling him you had no clue what he meant.

you understood soon enough.

a few days later, he woke you, and there it was--a bag packed with the small comforts you had collected, waiting at the foot of your bed.

"Пойдем, ангел." his eyes swept over you, slow and deliberate. there was something in the way he looked at you--possessive, assured, like you already belonged to him.

and for some twisted reason, it affected you. your mind had linked him to safety. he was the reason they hadn't found you. the reason you were still breathing.

and you'd have to be blind to deny that the soldat--the only name he ever responded to--was a breathtaking man. his eyes were hypnotic, a storm of ice and steel, and his body was nothing short of powerful--built for war, honed to perfection. he had no sense of modesty, often wandering around half-dressed, entirely unbothered. but you had been his doctor--you knew his body burned hotter than most.

more than once, you had caught yourself stealing glances, letting your eyes linger on the hard lines of his body when you thought he wasn't looking. but he always was.

it comforted him, knowing you liked what you saw. his strength, his power--he showed it off for you, only for you. a silent promise of protection. somewhere, buried deep in the fractured pieces of his mind, he could almost remember a time when women looked at him like that without fear.

you had read about him, the man he used to be before hydra sank their claws into him. james buchanan barnes had been kind, brave--a good man.

but that james was long gone. only the soldat remained.

the only time you had ever called him james, it had unraveled into a nightmare. his eyes had gone distant, clouded with confusion, as if the name had fractured something deep inside him. he had spent the rest of the day unsettled, lost in a past he couldn't quite grasp.

at night, you had woken to his screams--raw, agonized, like something inside him was breaking apart. you had never said it again, too afraid of what it might do to him. he didn't hurt you. but he had hurt himself.

with his own metal arm, he had struck himself again and again, splitting his forehead open, as if trying to beat the memories out of his skull. as if he could erase them through sheer force.

you had patched him up, careful, deliberate--extra gentle.

the winter soldier had never feared your touch before, but that night was different. there was something wary in his gaze, something unsettled.

when you reached for his face with the alcohol-soaked cloth, his flesh hand shot out, gripping your wrist--not harshly, but firm enough to make you pause. a silent warning. a flicker of hesitation, like he wasn't sure if he could handle even the smallest sting.

somehow, you knew the man he had been was still here.

when you were locked in yet another dirty flat, founding yourself missing the so-called freedom you had at hydra. at least there, you could wander the base as much as you wanted, steal moments of solitude, escape--if only for a little while.

this wasn't living; this was merely survival.

but now? now, you were under constant watch. no space, no reprieve. just his eyes, always on you.

he was on edge, you could tell by the way his eyes would wonder to the windows, the door. something was bothering him, eating him alive.

"Они все ближе. Я не позволю им добраться до тебя." he spoke with a quiet, deadly certainty, his eyes burning with unwavering dedication. he was a soldier, and you--whether you wanted it or not--were his mission.

a protector. an obsession. a knight twisted by violence and devotion. one you had never asked for.

and, like always, he had been right.

they took you--the one time the winter soldier let you out of his sight.

now, he was a rabid dog unleashed, tearing through anyone in his way. he didn't care what it took, how many bodies he had to leave in his wake. the entire world could burn for all he cared.

he was going to get you back. just like the good soldat he was.

Ангел, не ты. Ты знаешь это. - angel, not you. you know that.

нам скоро придется переехать. - we are going to have to move soon.

Пойдем, ангел. - come on, angel.

Они все ближе. Я не позволю им добраться до тебя. - they're getting closer. i'm not gonna let them get to you.

[mullomohiam]

the terror + dracula flow

( art at the end is @morsjj ! )

[lunamarvels]

So in love with his long hairrr 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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RJC on Act On This

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Prompt 2 - Ricusempra

@wolfstarmicrofic April 2, word count 618

“Right class we will be learning a new spell today. Nothing too difficult, I promise you,” Professor Flitwick assured after moans from the class. Most of them had only just managed to cast Wingardium Leviosa correctly. 

“Don’t see why we can’t do something difficult,” Sirius whispered to him as Professor Flitwick went on. 

“Speak for yourself,” Remus muttered back. He’d really struggled with Wingardium Leviosa, the same with his other lessons. He could feel the magic but didn’t seem to be able to access it properly. It was always a chore to call upon it. On the other hand, Sirius’s magic flowed like water. It was never far away when Sirius needed it and every spell came as naturally as breathing to him. 

“Okay class, each of you pair up and try the spell out on each other. Remember the nice curving motion,” as Remus was sitting next to Sirius today, so they paired up. The four of them tried to rotate so they all got a chance to sit with each other. Remus checked the blackboard behind Professor Flitwick and practised the wand moment a few times. He nodded to himself once he was sure he had it. 

“Ready?” Sirius asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

They found an empty space in the classroom and raised their wands. 

“You go first,” Remus told Sirius. He was nervous. Sirius twirled his wand.

“Rictusempra,” he cried, and Remus began laughing as invisible feathers tickled his skin. He bent forward, gasping, waiting for the spell to end. “Right, your turn,” Sirius grinned once Remus could stand up straight again. Remus took a deep breath, steeling himself. 

“Rictusempra,” he chanted. He could feel the magic right there, but something was blocking it and only a trickle fought its way out. Sirius rolled his shoulders, slightly uncomfortable. 

“Was that it?” He asked and Remus felt his cheeks heating. Sirius smiled at him and came to stand behind him. “Hey, Potter, come be my stand-in,” James immediately moved to the spot Sirius had been in and stood waiting. 

Remus flinched as Sirius’s hands ran down his arms to hold his wrists. “Like this, Remus,” and he lifted Remus’s wand arm, swishing his wand through the air. “This time say the incantation,” His breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of Remus’s neck, and he felt a shock of something jolt through him. Sirius raised his hand and began to move it. 

“Rictusempra!” he shouted. He was expecting the usual slug of magic, but the rush of power he felt coursing through him was unlike anything he’d felt before. The floodgates had well and truly been opened. His hand spasmed with the amount of magic sliding down his wand. James fell to the floor in howls of laughter. 

“R-r-r-remus! S-s-s-stop! He gasped around his laughs. 

“Well done, Mr Lupin. Very powerful casting. Ten points to Gryffindor. Finite incantartum,” Flitwick squeaked as he ended the spell for James’s sake. 

“That was amazing, Remus,” Sirius said, still holding his wrists. Remus looked down at his trembling hands. Had Sirius done that? Why had his magic released now? He waited until Sirius had let him to go make fun of James and pointed his wand at his textbook. 

“Wingardium Leviosa,” His magic shot through him again and his book bounced off the ceiling. He stared at it in awe, realising he’d need to practice controlling this newfound power, or he was likely to take someone's head off. He grinned as James bent over double when he was supposed to be the one casting the spell on Peter, but Sirius had got to him first. He grinned. School had just got a hell of a lot easier. 

[itsfarashi]

Chance Encounters

This comic came about because I was wondering what it might be like if a few Silent Hill characters happened to meet each other pre-game.

[glow1228aura]

DILF HAIR!!!

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favourite excerpts from rolling stone's metallica: pretty hate machine by david fricke - pt. 1 (alternative link)

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Kaibutsu cosplay jumpscare

This was the cosplay I wore at today's school festival. A big shout out to my good friend Luna and Esperanza for the make up ❤️

[nessbarbecue]

New prints available on my Etsy!

I’m really happy with how they came out!!

The James one was originally a 10x8” painting. It’s since been sold but I liked it and it was quite a popular painting so I made prints of it

[yallthemwitches]

Lily gets jealous easily and she’s the grumpy, cranky sort when she’s jealous.

James also gets jealous easily but expresses the emotion differently. How he expresses it, I’ll leave up to you.

Wow another jealous jily mesage in my inbox! Are these from the same person or is everyone getting the jealous jily itch??

I’ve written many a jealous jily in the past but I think generally Lily would be rather cutting (just in general) with her words and jealousy would only bring this out further. I think she’d try to tampen her feelings but would really struggle and get pretty grumpy in public ( while in private she would probs cry/wallow but NO ONE would see her do it).

James…well…here’s this graph I spent way too long working on. I hope you appreciate it, anon

[daffi-990]

Fantasy AU Buck & Eddie

As Buck draws the bowstring back he feels Eddie come up beside him, feels the heat of his body pressing along his side.

Eddie reaches around Buck, his left hand splaying over Buck’s lower back as the fingers of his right hand delicately run down Buck’s arm from his wrist to the bend of his left elbow.

“Archery is about your breath,” Eddie says softly, “let it guide you, ground you, focus you. Let the bow become an extension of you, just like a sword. You are not it’s master, wielding control over it, but it’s partner, working alongside it.”

The warmth from Eddie’s breath as he speaks caresses Buck’s neck, goose flesh pebbling in its wake. Buck tries to keep his focus on the target in front of him and not on the male behind him, pressing in closer, his lips now ghosting over the shell of Buck’s ear.

“Choose your target and get them in your sights. Let the world slow down around you, like the only two things that exist in this moment are you and them.”

Buck takes a deep breath, the scent of Eddie invading his senses. His woodsy, earthy aroma floods Buck’s nose, his eyes fluttering shut as he greedily inhales another lungful. He swallows thickly, and swears he can taste fresh rain on his tongue.

Buck feels the press of Eddie’s nose against his hair, feels the way the other males chest rises as he takes a breath. Feels the shudder of his exhale, his arms shifting and the muscles drawing tense around Buck, like he’s holding himself rigid.

Holding himself back.

Could this mean that Eddie feels it too? This pull between them? Like they’re two magnets and the closer they get to one another, the harder it is to pull away? Buck wants to find out what would happen if they didn’t pull away. If they just let themselves collide.

“Take a breath to steady your aim,” Buck does as instructed, Eddie’s scent wrapping around him and inside him once again, “and then as you exhale, let the arrow,” his lips ghost the shell of Buck’s ear, “fly.”

Buck releases the arrow, watching it soar towards the target, landing just off centre.

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie & @tizniz

Surprise! I know I haven’t been participating in a lot of writing games atm (thank you to everyone who still keeps tagging ❤️) due to being swamped with stupid life stresses and responsibilities but I’ve also been using my free time to read and rediscover my love for art 😍

This snippet is from my Buddie Fantasy AU, that I actually wrote a little bit ago and something about it stuck with me and eventually inspired me to try bringing it to life.

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Who would’ve thought hitting the penjamin would allow me to actually get back into writing my next chapter. All is right in the world, everything is rainbows and sunshine