#cottagecore Bucky

[nickfowlerrr]

@peachprairie: hi darling! 🤍🤍🤍 could u do bucky x black! wife reader + modern cottage core (ofc w/ alphine too)

#i hope you like it!! 🤍 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x wife!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes moodboard #bucky barnes cottagecore moodboard #my moods #peachprairie

[suprsaturatd]

Some of my favorite visible mends I've done thus far!!

The top row has a pair of jeans that wore out along the rear that I whip stitched to the pockets. I wanted to distract from the repair (on the left side of the pocket in the first picture), so I embroidered vines over the back pockets. It was a lot of lazy daisy stitches!! The second image in the top row is of some darns over holes in a comforter. Below the darns you can see where the inside was open; I sewed that up once I was finished. It was already ripped open when I started, which honestly helped the darning!

You may have already seen the middle row if you've seen my post about the overalls I fixed, but these were my favorite parts of that mend: the two holes on each leg, and the largest hole in the left breast pocket. I did a sort of sun and moon motif on the legs, with one using a blanket stitch outline, and the other just running stitched around the outside with more decorative details added on top. The chest pocket I had the most fun doing by experimenting with different types of flowers and stems. The cloth I used for the patch is also apparently an older Ralph Lauren pattern that's a little expensive?? I found it in a thrift shop!

The bottom row is a recent darn I did for my partner's shirt, which had a cigarette burn in the pocket (don't ask). It was difficult, but I darned both sides of the pocket without accidentally sewing the two together!! Then I added a tiny sprout on the front :) Neither of the darns on this post used a speedweve/hand loom, and I'm happy with how they came out!

I really want to do more mends for other people so I can make cute things for my friends, but we'll see what I can get up to......

#visible mending #embroidery #hand embroidery #upcycling #upcycle #embroidery flowers #darning #patching #patches #hand darning #cottagecore #goblincore #corvidcore #mosscore #flowercore #undescribed #there's sort of a summary in the description but not full IDs so i need to go back and do that #anyways this is for me too to celebrate how good my mends look now!!!! #fav #bucky mends #bucky sews #bucky crafts

[moonlightbvcky]

farm life with cottagecore!bucky x curvy!reader

my other moodboards !

#bucky barnes x reader #mood board #moodboards <3 #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #cottagecore aesthetic

[cryptidcasanova]

Strange Magic

Fae!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: The cottage has been in your family for many years, but your return has caught the interest of more than just the wildlife. 

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Dubious Nature, Dark Themes, Fae Trickery, Soft!Dark!Fae!Bucky

Strange things started happening when you inherited the little cottage your family owned. It was originally your grandfather’s, and your parents had used it as a summer home when you were growing up. 

But the cottage was always on the back burner. Up until recently, you were completely happy with your little suburban life. You liked the noise and the quick pace, and for a long time, you let the cottage fall to the wayside. 

When you finally took the time to visit, tending to the cottage was only supposed to be a part-time job, but it surprised you. You had quickly fallen in love with its simplicity. It reminded you of the times you had been brought there when you were little.

The strange things first started when a stranded fawn happened upon the outskirts of the property. It was just a babe, helpless to the elements, and the mother was nowhere to be found. Instead of turning a blind eye you fed and nurtured it and sheltered it for the night. It wasn’t much, but you couldn’t just leave it out there all alone.

By the time the sun rose the next morning the fawn was gone. You didn’t expect it to stay, but it disappeared without a trace. As you were cleaning up the nest of blankets and rags you put together you found a stone. It was small and opaque and perfectly smooth, and you marveled at it as you crouched down into the dirt.

The fawn wouldn’t have brought this to you. Your careful fingers plucked the stone from the nest, and you turned it over in your hand. 

It was moonstone. 

It was a stone of protection. A stone for lovers.

But how did you know that? You paused with a careful breath, mechanically returning it to the spot you found it. It wasn’t natural. Cautious eyes scanned the line of the cottage out to where the property backed up to the trees. You weren’t as alone as you thought.

The stone was a gift. 

It was one you could not accept. One that you would not accept. 

You weren’t typically superstitious in the city, but with this place, you held it with high regard.  Call it your father’s intuition or your mother’s careful nature guiding you, but you were not going to actively seek out any trouble in these woods. 

Without sparing another glance at the stone or the woods you hurried inside. A nagging feeling in the back of your mind told you that there was work to be done.

The early rays of the afternoon sun eventually bled into a long, orange sunset against the west side of the cottage. The delicate curtains were drawn tight, and the house was locked up. 

You didn’t stoke the hearth that night. 

The only telltale sign of life from the cottage was that you left a small basket on the edge of your porch covered in a pleated red cloth. You had used up the last of your apples to bake something sweet. The buttered pie was left on your porch to extend an olive branch. All you wanted was peace and never meant to disturb the unseen creatures of the woods.

Sleep was hard to come by. Every rustle in the trees and flap of wings made you jump, and you eventually took to burrowing in a number of heavy quilts to block out the noise.

You felt like you were going to be sick, that the creatures outside would tear the doors off the hinges and drag you into the night. Your parents used to talk about the unseen forces that lived in the forest, but this was your first encounter with them. You didn’t have any idea of what to expect and were only armed with the knowledge that the forest folk had a sweet tooth.

The night dragged on and try as you might, your thoughts kept drifting back to the moonstone. You had never before grabbed the attention of the unseen, and you so desperately wanted to be swallowed up by the dirt. 

You just wanted them to take the pie. You wanted them to take it and leave you in peace.

The morning met you with a warm swell, even without the heat of the fire. With sleepy eyes, you knew it was time to face the music.

The porch was bathed in a yellow glow as you unlocked the door and stepped into the sun, and the basket was exactly where you left it. Upon closer inspection, you noticed the pie was gone.

With a lofty exhale you hurried down to the stack of blankets you had left the day before. Tossing aside your fears you rounded the side of the cottage. The moonstone was also gone.

You couldn’t contain your sigh of relief. It was a good sign.

The following days passed without fuss, and you slowly fell back into your routine with a pollyanna heart. You were at peace with the woods once more. 

You read books and baked bread and tried your hand at chopping wood. You sang songs from your youth and wrote and were content. If only your parents could see you now. They would be so proud of how brave you were, of how smart you were. That was why you moved out here, after all.

In a way, it was one last attempt to get close to them.

But no amount of city living could have prepared you for the overwhelming energy of the woods. Was it always this way? You couldn’t remember. You thought that it would be cold and lifeless and quiet, but it was the opposite. Everything was alive and watching. The birds sang and plants grew quickly, and everything was rich with life. 

You would have thought it disturbing if not for the overflow of comfort that tended to wash over you when you felt all alone. Maybe it was your dad looking after you, even now. Maybe your mother was helping you with the gardening and the foraging. It was a soft reminder of them.

One afternoon when the wind was particularly strong the cries of baby birds could be heard throughout the forest. They must have fallen from their nest. You had been weaving together stretches of cloth in an attempt to repurpose the old material but were pulled from your work when the crying didn’t stop.

Your heart lurched in your chest. You were going to help them.

The nest had been blown from a high branch in one of the pine trees and had been overturned at the bottom of the trunk. You turned over the nest with caution, only to find three baby robins cooing and crying at the disturbance.

You frowned. The mother was nowhere to be found. The baby birds must have been scared half to death.

You were careful not to disrupt the nest and scooped the hatchlings up in your work apron as well as the nest, setting them down altogether on a sturdier branch. It was a branch at eye level, careful to keep the babes from the danger of the forest floor. You left your apron there for extra protection and warmth, and you came back not long after with berries for the hatchlings.

It was the least you could do. One of the biggest differences in city living was just how quickly you got the gratification of getting a job done. Making appointments over the phone, sending important emails, and having dinner delivered to your door.  It was so fast in some ways.

At the cottage, everything took extra effort, and for a small moment, you felt that similar rush. It was gratifying. 

It was all in a day's work to help, and you were no stranger to simple comforts. Your parents had raised you here, just like this. It was quaint. It was just as rewarding.

Just the same as before, you checked up on the hatchlings the next morning before tending to the rest of the cottage.

The apron was still there, lodged into the tree branch with the nest but upon closer inspection, the babes were gone. There were no birds nor berries or feathers, and instead, the stem of a flower was carefully tucked into the nest.  It was no ordinary flower, no. You were familiar with the kind. Dicentra.

Bleeding hearts.

The pink strand of flowers was a stark contrast to its surroundings. You knew the plant well enough to know that they grew only on the far side of the forest. It was farther than you had traveled in a long time. 

A shiver spiraled down to your stomach and your eyes scanned the tree line once more. This time you didn’t even dare to touch the gift left for you.

Again, you turned in early for the night. This time you left half a loaf of bread with a berry jam and a jar of honey in the basket. 

It all felt like a delicate dance. 

The night was cold, much colder than the last time you decided to let the fire rest. The quilts helped to keep you warm, but your body was overcome with shivers, nonetheless. This time it came in the form of listening to howls outside the front door.

Something was out there. You felt it. You knew it deep in your bones. 

You could almost hear something beyond the howling, something softer. It was the quiet hum of wind chimes, but each time you thought you heard it the sound faded into the night. And then you remembered; you didn’t have wind chimes.

Sleep claimed you faster this time, almost suddenly. You couldn’t have prepared for it, and your dreams were extravagant.

The dream had been filled with sweet songs and comfort, and then it dissolved into the darkness of the woods.  

And then you were barefoot, stepping away from the cottage onto a bloody patch of dirt and grass.  Your dream led you down to the spot where you first tended to the fawn, patches of blood and fur marring the nest of blankets you had made.  Your legs were propelling you away before you could get another good look, and when you peered ahead a different trail led you to bloodied feathers and the broken remnants of the bird’s nest. 

It was a disaster. It was as if a fox had gotten into the henhouse.

Tossing and turning, you were suddenly hot. The chill in your veins was replaced with a hot ache, feeling it in your belly and down to your toes, until you entirely forgot about the carnage you walked through.  

Your nerve endings were on fire. You knew you were dreaming. You needed to wake up.

The blood had faded away into warm daylight, but there was no solace. You weren’t alone. There was a snap of a twig on your left.

You needed to wake up. Now. 

A pair of dark eyes, almost glowing against the trees had found you. You turned, running blindly into the brush, but it was only getting closer. You could hear whatever was behind you catching up. You could feel its hot breath on the back of your neck. You tried to scream. 

Wake. Up.

With a jolt you startled up, taking a moment to realize you were still in your bed. The cottage was locked up tight. You were safe.

A broken cry had gotten stuck in your throat as you held a hand to your chest. You were overwhelmed and terrified.

It was still early, well before sunrise, but there was no way you were going back to bed. Not after that.

Never, and you swore never had you felt such dread. And you had never once felt that way in the cottage. What once housed feelings of comfort and peace were twisted into such horrific dread.

A terrible realization dawned on you. You were all alone in the middle of nowhere.

You thrashed the blankets off your body, suddenly too heavy against your skin. You felt trapped. The weight of it all was too much, even if the rest of the cottage had only gotten colder throughout the night.

Perhaps you could build a fire. Maybe you would take a hot bath to distract yourself. Damn the fear of the outside; you were convinced your dreams were the biggest threat to your safety.

Your body was flushed, rattled from the aftershocks of the nightmare. With a pant you let your body collapse against the pillows, letting your arm cradle behind it for extra support before you froze.

But there was something there, under your pillow. Sitting up in alarm you tossed your pillow to the ground.

No.

There, carefully placed under your pillow, were the moonstone and the bleeding hearts. 

No.

“You are going to freeze, doll.”

Your eyes snapped towards the direction of the voice. There, leaning against the fireplace a distinct figure hugged the shadows. Tall and imposing, the shadow dwarfed the room. Strong shoulders and dark hair drew your attention first. The voice was lustrous and masculine, making you blink twice before listening to the gravity of his words. 

You could feel the temperature of the room drop. The figure wasn’t lying. It was much colder now, and a puff of cold air was pulled from you when you exhaled. You reached for a blanket almost mechanically.

When you didn’t respond you watched as the figure crossed one leg over the other in the dark. Your eyes had adapted as best they could, but with the curtains closed and the fire snuffed out your vision was still limited.

“Let me help.” The figure offered with a hum.

As if by magic the fire roared to life at his words. The room was illuminated in warmth and light, and you held a hand up as your eyes squinted shut.

This didn’t make any sense. This couldn’t be happening. 

Your body was tense, and once your eyes adjusted to the light you could get a good look at the figure, at the man. His skin was pale against a dark head of hair and thick eyebrows looked curiously at you behind bright, blinding eyes. They were blue as the spring water. You couldn’t deny that there was a sharp edge to them. All of his features were striking, from the curve of his lips and the stubble along his jaw to his taught arms and thick legs.

His clothes were dark, maybe blue or black, but you couldn’t be sure. He was a shadow in the night.

A palpable concern ran through you.

Against the firelight, you couldn’t deny a glowing tint in his eyes. It was too similar to the eyes in your dreams.

He was no man at all.

Your parents could have never warned you about this. 

“Did you not like my gifts?” You dared to ask, your heart beating heavily in your chest. 

A smirk curled at his lips. The man pushed off the wall, towering over you.

“Oh, I loved them.” He emphasized with a hum. This time he stepped forward, and you watched with careful eyes. Your confusion must have been clear as day. His tone was jovial, almost teasing. “But I thought you would have liked mine a little more. I will have to try harder.”

You were so overwhelmed that you missed his last sentence altogether.

“I was taught to not accept anything from the forest.” You stuttered out with an air of innocence. And obviously, ignorance.

You couldn’t understand him, how he liked your gifts but wouldn’t leave you alone. Your parents’ worries had swarmed in your mind. All of your careful preparation was in vain.

The man looked at you, confident that you knew that he knew exactly what you were thinking. Dark hair fell in his face, and he tilted his head.

“I wonder why that would be?” He speculated with a formidable grin. Those blue eyes pulled you back, filled with mirth and mystery. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

Goosebumps pricked at your arms and for a moment you were at a loss for words. 

You couldn’t remember.

There must have been a reason why you didn’t take his gifts. Why would your parents tell you not to accept anything from the forest? Your head felt heavy.

“I -” You paused, confusion settling into your features. “I don’t know.”

At your admission, the man’s grin only widened. His hand moved up and under his chin. His cunning voice swelled around you, and he stalked forward with an animalistic prowl.

“But you did like my gifts?” 

The softness of his question made it sound like it wasn’t a question at all. You hummed out a breath before looking up at him.

“I did.”

You figured there would be no trouble in playing along.

His lips curled up into a smirk, showing off white teeth against the light of the fire. His eyes were teasing again, clever, and full of mischief.

“Then what do you say?” He asked, almost condescendingly. “You’re sweet. You’re kind. You must have been taught your manners.” He urged the words out of you, his startling eyes locked on yours. 

The man was hauntingly beautiful.

You couldn’t look away if you wanted to. You...you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

“Thank you for the gifts.” 

The whisper was so faint that it faded off before you realized it was you that spoke. Your head was foggy, slowly realizing the trap that you were falling into. It was almost as if you could hear him when he didn’t even speak.

That wasn’t so hard, was it?

He had stolen away at your senses with a clever wink.

All of a sudden, your parents’ warnings were swimming through your mind.

“It is dangerous in these woods. Don’t accept anything from the forest. The forest folk will twist your intentions. They are clever and powerful.” “They can trap you in the forest and make you lose yourself.”

“Don’t give them your name. Don’t accept their trinkets, and don’t thank them for their kindness.”

What was happening to you? Your hands slumped forward against your thighs, and you could hardly hold your head up. A wave of nausea made you steel yourself to the bed frame.

“Who - who are you?” Your tongue was heavy against your teeth, and your breathing was labored. Your body was shutting down against your will. 

Yours. I am yours. 

His words pulsated against your temples. He was shushing you now, gently to calm you, taking a step closer to the bed.

“Doll, you are taking care of everything out here. This cottage is a treasure, but who is taking care of you?” 

A shiver ran down your back. Your mind was flooded with images of the moonstone and the flowers, and how you helped the fawn and the hatchings. Then it shifted back to the tremors in your dreams.

You watched helplessly as the man’s blue eyes completely darkened, a golden ring shining around his irises. It was him all along. He was watching you the whole time. 

You couldn’t find your voice, a startling noise catching in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Trying to back up against the wall your limbs were heavy.

You couldn’t move.

Physically immobilized, it was as if he had all control. How was this possible?

He was closer now and you could smell the grass and the salt and the rain against his skin. He crouched down in front of you, eye level with you, sitting on the bed. His cool breath fanned against your face and with a gentle hand, he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip. 

Soft lips curled into a sinister grin, showing off a set of sharp, white teeth. With as much strength as you could muster you looked back up into his eyes. The blue in his eyes was completely gone, swallowed by dark, glowing pupils.

It was stunning and terrifying all in the same breath. It wasn’t human.

Closer still he leaned in, moving his thumb down to your jaw. The ghost of his lips was against your own before he claimed his prize and your rapture. 

His kiss was poisonous. It was earthy and powerful and it shifted into something saccharinely sweet. You were helpless to it, melting against him as his tongue lapped at your own.

A breathless groan passed from his lips and settled against your skin. He was all-encompassing.

Against your better judgment, your arms were pulled up from your thighs. Like a puppeteer was commanding the strings, one hand settled against his chest and the other was curled around his shoulder for support.

It was what he wanted.

With newfound strength, you held on to him with all of your might as he kissed you again. This one was exploratory, lingering from the corner of your lips to the apple of your cheeks and down your jaw. Your body was buzzing like a lightning strike.

It was him. All of the heat and power were emanating from him. 

A dark fog swirled in your mind, fully possessed by the man that held you close. If you could only look back and see yourself, you would have seen how your eyes had gotten dark, mimicking his own. His free arm rested along your lower back, sharp nails digging against your skin. There was no escape.

You could hardly think as the soft rumble of his voice settled over you. 

“Your heart is the softest place on earth. Let me take care of it.”

#strange magic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #Fae!Bucky #fae x reader #soft!dark bucky barnes #softdark!bucky #cottagecore #cottagecore au #fae #fae folk #cryptid

[wordswithloveee]

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.

#quotes #aesthetic #travel #paradise #landscape #nature #cottagecore #photography #queer #quoteoftheday #queer nsft #queue #lotr #marvel #robin buckley #adventure #alternative #motivation #bucky barnes #eddie munson #still life #life quotes #lifestyle #real life #life lessons #life #existence #reality #thinking #mistakes

[amarriageoftrueminds]

the fact that bucky barnes, internationally wanted fugitive, was canonically- canonically -a scrapbooker 

#bucky barnes #looks like a harley-riding brick shithouse of a rocker but is actually a soft pastel cottagecore hipster. #cacw #😩 #bucky meta #meta #mcu #mcu meta #hydra: we are going to turn this man into a terrifying killing machine #actual disney princess bucky in his prison cell: [bonding with the rats growing teeny mushrooms from the wall moss] #hydra: ...we are going to start by throwing out his whole personality #bucky: this entire apartment is laid out tactically so I can destroy anyone who breaks in... #also bucky: ...except for that corner. that's my crafting corner. #*ed: he can fight using the contents of his crafting corner too; he'll just be super mad about it #He makes super-suit suggestions. He goes to market to buy plums. He scrapbooks. He runs a small goat farm(?) in Wakanda.

[endgame-steve-is-not-real]

hehehe I am here to fuel your cottage core stucky feels

what do you think they grow in their garden?

do they grow any catnip for alpine?

Oh my god. This is going to be long you unleashed a monster<333

They grow different herbs in spring for baking, cooking and TEA HERBS!! Which are super helpful for Bucky when he hass nightmares and Steve LOVES them while he is the art studio and can you imagine the smell in their herbs garden??? Oh my god 😭💕💗

Strawberries in summer which Bucky makes shit time of jam of and tomatoes with so much pasta sauce that Steve makes from different recipes from the internet and from his ma's recipe book

they tried with the leafy vegetables shit in winter but even super soldiers don't like that shit but maybe some lettuce and cabbage for Aesthetic Purposes~

Also Steve gets obsessed with tho whole giant cabbage bs but quickly realise that he is just not made to for shit like that<3🥰🙂

And they tried to grow catnip but that ended very wonderfully with a trip to the vet cus alpine can NOT be contained by a simple little gardening elevation 😌(good for her)

#stucky #nice ppl #listen. I'm not a fucking expert at gardening this post is made with the help of Pinterest minimal google search and pure love #cottagecore stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stevebucky #steve/bucky #bucky/steve #steve x bucky

[thisispaladinbehavior]

Chapters: 2/14 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), retirement fic, Healing, cottagecore vibes like nothing else, Softness, Tenderness, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Domestic, the adirondack log cabin they deserve god dammit, Alpine the Cat, being just the coolest, a year in the life, Explicit Sexual Content, super soldier refractory period, aka like none, super soldier libido, aka like all of it, Tender Sex, devoted sex, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Dacryphilia, Outdoor Sex, but not public, its their private property they can do what they want, Self-Discovery, Bucky in a dress, im not calling it a kink bc it isnt a kink its a headspace for both of them, its all much more tender than that, lumberjack steve vibes, househusband bucky vibes, these tags are all eventual as the fic progresses, Trauma, Recovery, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Steve Rogers Has PTSD, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Disabled Bucky Barnes, soul bond type beat, let them rest Summary:

The land is theirs on the second of July. A visit to town that morning, a couple signatures on a stack of paper, and it’s theirs.

Home. Or what will be home, in a year or so. Right now it’s just a meadow sat in the middle of the forest at the end of a dirt road. It’s a half mile from the main road, and even that is just a two-lane that’s never very busy.

Bucky liked that best about this particular plot as they looked over a list they’d made together. Steve didn’t so much mind the plots of land that were in more populated areas, but he gave Bucky final say. He knows what the noise does to Bucky, what the people do, the traffic and the commotion of cities. Bucky loves him for that, one reason in a million.

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or; building a nest, with twigs and branches, leaves and pebbles, flowers and mud

#Stevebucky fic #stucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #cottagecore fic 2022 my beloved #chapter 2!! #in love with this fic

[tanyajohnsonsblog]

#cottagecore #gardening #bedroom #bathroom #furniture #interior design #damian wayne #home decor #bucky barnes #superman

[saradika]

Masterlist Headers + Matching Divider Sets

edit: as of 11/20/23 this will no longer be updated - please go to @saradika-graphics for requests & new resources!

FANDOMS

Star Wars

— Andor (The Eye)

— Dark Blue (& R2D2)

— Din Djarin

— Din Djarin & Boba-themed (Star Wars)

— Endor (Forest)

— Pastel Colors

— Pink/Mauve (Star Wars)

— Poe Dameron

— Red & Orange-themed

Marvel/DC

— The Batman

— Blue Beetle

— Bucky Barnes

— Marvel Inspired

— Loki Inspired

— Miguel O’Hara

Games/Series

— Astarion (BG3)

— Call Of Duty

— House of the Dragon

— The Last Of Us

AESTHETICS

— Ace (Moon/Stars)

— Alchemy

— Bi-Pride Colors

— Blush Romantic

— Burgundy & Gold

— Constellations (Blue/Green)

— Cottagecore / Dark Academia

— Forest-themed

— Golden-themed

— Halloween

— Hyacinth

— Maroon/Purple Witch

— Misty Forests

— Orange-themed

— Seasonal Aesthetic

— Skulls & Lace / Skeletons

— Taupe and Teal

— Yellow-themed

✨(Everything was made in and using Canva - so definitely check that app out if you’re looking to make your own! Here, here, here and here are some tips on using the app / making graphics if you haven’t before!) (and credit is not required but a reblog would be great if you use! 💕) ✨

#pulled from canva colored/arranged by me #dividers #fic dividers #graphics #masterlist headers #tumblr dividers #headers

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After all this time I still have. Thoughts. About what Sam would be like if he was in the 1600s Avengers What If ep.

REAL Redwing. His little red falcon. The love of his life.

I mean, having him replace Scott in Steve's team is nice. But have you ever thought about ex-King's-army Sam who retired years ago and is now living with Sarah and his nephews and running a tavern with her. Just a regular fisherman with a knack for fighting and his family.

Sam being an old friend of Steve so when Steve's team got tracked down they went to Sam's house. Bucky might or might not have fallen in love at the very first look.

Sam has mechanical wings that he made himself. I love a tech-savvy man.

Look I just want cottagecore Sam okay. I want my man in puffy white shirts with a low cut and loose pants and straw hats. Is that too much to ask.

Bonus Sambucky (and doodle because I'm so normal about 1602 Sam): Bucky going to Sam's house to hide along with his team for the umpteenth time and when it's clear to leave, Sam just calls Bucky back leaning against the door and asks: "Come by again?" And Bucky positively melts. Yeah. I'm not normal about them (they've taken control of me for a year straight with no interruption)

#sam wilson #captain america #falcon #sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #bucky barnes #what if #what if 2 #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #just a long ass very self indulgent rant #don't mind me

[suprsaturatd]

Finished painting a little dollhouse for when I table with my goods :) ID in alt text.

#cottagecore #cottage aesthetic #fairycore #fairy aesthetic #solarpunk #dollcore #moss #mosscore #painting #art #bucky crafts #bucky’s art

[saradika-graphics]

Masterlist Headers + Matching Divider Sets

AESTHETICS

— Ace (Moon/Stars)

— Alchemy

— Bakery

— Blush Romantic

— Burgundy & Gold

— Constellations (Blue/Green)

— Cottagecore / Dark Academia

— Fire

— Forest-themed

— Halloween

— Hyacinth

— Maroon/Purple Witch

— Misty Forests

— Neon

— Orange-themed

— Purple/Blue Space

— Seasonal Aesthetic

— Skulls & Lace / Skeletons

— Sun

— Taupe and Teal

— Winter/Christmas

— Yellow-themed

FANDOMS

Star Wars

— Andor (The Eye)

— Bi-Pride Colors

— Dark Blue (& R2D2)

— Din Djarin

— Din Djarin & Boba-themed (Star Wars)

— Endor (Forest)

— Golden-themed

— Pastel Colors

— Pink/Mauve (Star Wars)

— Poe Dameron

— Red & Orange-themed

Marvel/DC

— The Batman

— Blue Beetle

— Bucky Barnes

— DC

— Marvel Inspired

— Loki Inspired

— Miguel O’Hara

Games/Series

— Astarion (BG3)

— Lae’zel (BG3)

— Call Of Duty

— House of the Dragon

— The Last Of Us

— The Witcher

Movies/Books:

— Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes

— Ezra/Prospect

— Lord of the Rings & matching Navigation

— One Piece (Zoro) — Scream / Ghostface | Ethan Landry

✨(Everything was made in and using Canva - so check that app out if you’re looking to make your own! Credit is not required but a reblog would be great if you use! 💕) ✨

#masterlist #type: headers #type: headers/dividers

[buckymilf]

steve and bucky have to build their own house away from other people because having really loud sex multiple times a day led to a lot of noise complaints being filled 💀

the general public just can't appreciate how lucky they are to hear the noises that steve can coax out of bucky 😔

this is the only canon that matters, i can't see stevebucky living in a normal apartment in Brooklyn anymore, bucky is in his cottagecore girl era rn, he deserves to live in a nice cabin/farm with steve so they can grow old together and have all the loud sex they deserve it!

#bucky barnes #bucky #stucky #steve rogers #ask #stevebucky

[brandycranby]

asian reader moodboard series masterlist

While my inbox is always open for general writing and moodboard requests, this series is a special project dear to my heart. I see very little Asian representation in self-insert community spaces and personally, it hurts a lot. But what we make is what we see so here I am.

Currently, I make moodboards for mostly C. Evans characters, Bucky Barnes, and some other S. Stan characters. Feel free to inquire in my inbox. I do not do RPF (real person fiction).

You can be very specific in your reader request (such as Tamil!Reader, Shanghainese!Reader, Khmer!Reader) or more general (EA!Reader, Desi!Reader, SEA!Reader) but please include the aesthetic/vibe/prompt/colors you want as well. You're very welcome to specify that you want a darker model!! (FUCK COLORISM)

Anyone can request and anyone can reblog. In fact, please do or else no one will ever know about these 🥹

*The pictures I use are not mine, all are found on Pinterest*

A Morning in Mumbai - Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader, for @emyearns (June 9th, 2021)

These Idle Hours - Ransom Drysdale x East Asian!Reader; light academia (December 17th, 2021)

Where the Green Grass Grows - Jake Jensen x Korean!Reader, for @babyjakes; cottagecore (July 3rd, 2023)

Glitter on Your Lips - Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!Reader, for @astrorogers; 80s disco (September 1st, 2023)

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m. masterlist

#asian reader moodboard series #asian representation #moodboards #ce characters #chris evans #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #more to come!!

[fluffyprettykitty]

Selene's summer moodboard sleepover

Running from 15th of august to the 18th!!!

⋆ ★ you can request up to three times from each category so I won't get too overwhelmed

⋆ ★ will be receiving the asks and answering them as time and inspiration allows (also because it took me two weeks to make them last time asidjasdkasdk)

⋆ ★ YOU HAVE TO BE 18+ TO PARTICIPATE! (i am a super minor hater)

⋆ ★ marvel, dc, star wars, hottie actors, ya know the usual

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Standard time!

Character + action: you can request pretty much any character, an alternate universe or not, and something for them to do or a color scheme.

(ex. Natasha Romanoff + ballet, mechanic! Tony Stark + cottagecore.)

Cutie time! (restricted for mutuals + friends only!)

I can make you a moodboard with your favorite character or multiple characters and a setting with you. Just give me a brief physical description so I can match the pictures.

(ex. Day in the beach with Bucky Barnes x brunette plus size reader.)

Dice time!

You ask for a moodboard and I simply deliver :) (it'll mostly end up being something cute, like ducks or chickens hehehe)

Story time!

I can make a mb for one of your stories, just give me a short description if it's a wip or link me. mutuals can choose the random option where I pick a story myself and it's a surprise for you ;)

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no pressure tagging: @alohastyles-x, @stargirlfics, @chelleztjs18, @inklore, @bvckysmoon , @that-sarcastic-writer , @wint3r-h3art , @writing-for-marvel , @psychedelic-ink , @targaryenvampireslayer @e-dubbc11, @starlady66

#selenes sleepovers #selene's summer moodboards sleepover #ssms