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bambooslayer · 3 years

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Scent Headcanons

so my covid/quarantine experience has been marked mainly by two things: indie perfume and the magnus archives. to combine these two interests, I’ve decided to match the “scent vibes” of some magnus characters and the entities. scent headcanons I guess? if those weren’t a thing before they are now. scents that I’ve tried will be marked with a *.

The Institute Staff

Jon- Solstice Scents' Gibbon’s Boarding School: dusty wooden desks, paper, carefully hidden tobacco pouch, dying fire, dried leaves, leather chairs, autumn breeze

This scent really captures the “tired academic” aura of Jon, especially S1-S2. Not quite completely put together, but still surrounded by the scent of knowledge.

Martin- Stereoplasm's Lydia*: A uniquely transformative scent; opens with agrestic lavender and earl grey tea with snips of fresh fennel greens. A flood of soapy emerald green bubbles then rests softly into clean sunset musk.

Martin has a comforting, calming scent. He always, always smells like tea no matter what he wears or does. Hints of soap peak through as he tries to keep himself clean and put together, even if the world is about to end. The scent of someone who’s learned to pull himself together to be ready for everyone else.

Sasha- Alkemia's Old Books and Fresh Flowers*: Fresh neroli orange flowers and heliotrope blossoms pressed between the delicate paper pages of a leather-bound book

Boundless beauty and ancient knowledge in one scent. She’s always sorting through the archive’s resources and constantly smells like the ancient paper surrounding her.

Tim- alphamusk's Bardot*: Gorgeous badass goddess like musk that’s insanely irresistible. Notes of roses, woods, magnolias but all blended so effortlessly and meld together beautifully in this sexy magnetizing musk. Everyone who smells it loves it. Very femme. Iconic.

Who doesn’t love Tim at first sight? A sexy, charismatic, fingergun shooting bisexual who’s always ready to do what he needs to get things done. A scent that blurs the lines between gender fits him, and it’s sexy to match. Even when he’s at his lowest, he still draws you in.

Elias- Alkemia's Book of Shadows*: A biblichor of eldritch books - heavy parchment paper, ancient iron oak gall ink, crumbling leather bindings, and wafts of rare incenses

Jonah Magnus smells of all the cursed knowledge he’s acquired. The statements and ancient books he’s encountered leave their marks on him in scent. You can’t smell the underlying evil, but there’s a certain darkness that lives there.

Basira - Death and Floral’s Red string of fate: Red musk and black, burnt amber blended with golden honey and black molasses

I don’t have a good explanation for this, it just feels right.

Melanie- Death and Floral’s Half-hoping to be eaten by a bear: Woody, sweet bare skin; the lingering scent of dry leaves on a cold morning.

Melanie smells of her supernatural adventures and longing for something more.

Daisy- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's Mr. Czernobog: Unfiltered cigarettes, the leather and metal of sledgehammers, aortal blood slowly drying, and black incense.

Daisy knows what she’s done. She’s a Hunter, and these smells follow her.

Peter Lukas- Arcana Wildcraft's Black Sand: The scent of a warm night on a dark, sandy beach. Atmospheric sweetness with a hint of salt air and a subtle undercurrent of danger. The richest amber resin, black coconut, coconut husks, and smoky vetiver.

The scent of the loneliest sailor. There’s a dangerous draw to him still, but you can tell you should keep your distance. (unless you’re Elias of course)

The Entities

The Buried- Alkemia’s St. Louis Cemetery #1: “An atmospheric brooding of Spanish moss, crumbling stone, old cement, red clay brick, and graveyard dirt.”

It’s not quite burying you, but it’s about to. You won’t be able to tell that it will until it’s too late.

The Corruption- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Elli’s Song: “The horrors of entropy, death, and decay: desiccated black mosses, vetiver, olibanum, patchouli, and ashes.”

Rotting. Decay. The disgusting decomposition of all things.

The Dark- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Event Horizon: “A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.”

Pretty self-explanatory. Complete and utter darkness.

The Desolation- Arcana Wildcraft's Devilish: “Shaking off vanilla's reputation for namby pambyness, this infernally dark and smoky fragrance comes complete with licks of fire and sulfurous wafts of brimstone. The devil really does have all the best scents.”

Was it worth it? The meaningful life you lived? Was it worth meeting this fiery end? A scent to match the end of a life worthwhile.

The End- Alkemia's Dustsceawung: “Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey. The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings.”

The death of all things. Everything must succumb to its true form: dust. No matter what you fear, no matter how accomplished you are, no matter what you’ve planned, it will come for all. This scent carries the dust of those already ended, a reminder of your fate.

The Extinction- Alkemia's Deus Ex Machina: “An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution... fire hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, and grey amber.”

Mankind has brought itself to the edge. All that it has created is what finally destroys it. Remnants of industry linger, all that’s left of humanity’s monstrosity.

The Eye- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's The Book: “Old, yellowed parchment paper, tattered leather bindings. There’s a distinct warmth to the scent, though it is ancient and brittle.”

All knowledge lives here. It has watched you your entire life. It knows everything about you, everything about everyone, everything about everyone that has lived. Pages and pages and pages of its stronghold live in the institutes.

The Flesh- Arcana Wildcraft’s Edward Hyde: “A depraved mix of dirt, blood red musk, roasted meat accord, acrid yellow musk, salt, and an odd hint of expensive men’s cologne.”

Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat is meat. A meaty scent that marks the servants of the flesh.

The Hunt- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Berzerker: “Thick furs, strips of leather, and a blood-stained axe with crushed poplar bud and juniper”

The Hunt is never over. Once you get a taste of blood, there is no going back. Furs of a predator, the sharp metallic weapon mixed with the blood of your prey.

The Lonely- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Desolation: “In the perfume, I also tried to capture the blue-violet-white of an afterimage and the silence of a snuffed candle. The scent is dry with age, taut with loss, grief, and heartbreak, and sorrowful in the unspeakable desolation of simply being forgotten.”

Alone at last. Forever. Alone in life, alone in memory, alone in history. A scent that marks those marked by the Lonely, disappearing into nothing.

The Slaughter- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s The Black Tower- “A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.”

The scent of those trapped in the endless cycle of the violence of war, spanning centuries of slaughter.

The Spiral- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Azathoth: “Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.”

A scent that matches the contradictions and chaos of the spiral.

The Stranger- Arcana Wildcraft’s Blood & Circuses: “The monstrously sweet scent of clowns gone wrong. An outlandish, carnivalic mix of white pancake makeup accord, pink cotton candy, and the salty sugariness of warm kettle corn.”

The circus has returned. I hope you’re ready for the show. Steer clear of anyone who carries this smell, and give an extra glance to the mannequins you pass.

The Vast- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s R'Lyeh: “The sunken city of the Great God Cthulhu. A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves.”

The scent of an eternal expanse that you cannot possibly comprehend. Is it the fear of what lies beneath? Is it the depth itself? Does it matter once you’re lost in it?

The Web- Haus of Gloi’s Spider Silk: “Procured from a dream: delicate water mint, wispy grey musk, crystalline webs of amber, oakmoss, torchwood, copaiba resin, and a touch of withered violet leaf.”

A gentle spider creeps its way around, leaving their little traces in the webs they weave. Only too late will you notice that you’re trapped in the web.

#tma #the magnus archives #this took me way too long

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opheliathedreamer-blog · 5 years

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Krampus x Reader

Summary: You thought he was just another drunk neighbor participating in the Krampuslauf. You were wrong and, now that he has set his eyes on you, he’ll never let you go.

It was the eve of December 5th. Glistening snow crowned the nearby mountains. Icicles graced the eaves of every house and were made brighter by the fires of those too old or too wise to brave the winter chill. You, on the other hand, were happy to be out and about, despite your numb nose and cheeks made raw by the wind. Tonight only came once a year, after all.

You walked towards the village square, huddled inside your parka. Your heart raced with excitement. Although this day was meant to strike fear into the hearts of defiant children, you looked forward to the rush of adrenaline upon seeing all the Krampus costumes barrel into the crowds, growling and cackling and swinging around their Ruten, birch branches that act as whips. You and many others would run, shrieking whenever a branch met its mark, and then, when the drunk, costumed men were weary, you would all meet in nearby restaurants for crackling fires and freshly baked sweets.

You heard the eerie tinkling of bells in the air and quickened your pace. They were coming.

When you reached the village square, pandemonium had already erupted. With a breathy laugh, you picked up your feet and swerved left in order to avoid a snarling figure who nearly reached your arm with his switch. Your eyes scanned the crowd in an attempt to locate your neighbor, Otto. He said that his costume would look particularly terrifying and realistic this year, but he refused to show it to you. He instead presented you with a wager.

“If you can pick me out of the crowd before the Krampuslauf ends, I’ll buy your drinks for the next month!”

“And if I don’t?”

“Küss mich,” he had teased.

You readily agreed. If you won, you received all the beer you could drink for a month. If you lost, well, he didn’t specify where you had to kiss him.

Your head turned as you observed a white Krampus with a wooden goat mask emerge from an alleyway. You didn’t think it was Otto, but you asked anyway. No answer. You dodged the man’s swipe and went up to another costumed figure. This was one sported auburn fur with a realistic latex mask. His unblinking red eyes bore into you as you asked just out of arm’s reach, “Otto? Is that you?”

He faked a charge and, laughing, you ran on.

At first, adrenaline had been crucial in keeping you awake and alert but, as the night deepened and the crowds slowly dispersed, exhaustion began to settle on your limbs. Your eyelids drooped and a fine tremor wracked your body, the cold at last seeping in. You must have encountered every able-bodied man in town and inquired as to their identity but no luck. Otto had either tricked you by saying nothing or he was still reeling in a local bar.

You pulled out your phone and texted him in the shadow of a toy store’s icy eave. You waited—one, two, three minutes—yet there was still no response. You rolled your eyes but thought nothing of it. Even if you didn’t win a month’s supply of free alcohol, you still had fun.

You pocketed your phone. You were about to set out on the mile walk back to your apartment before you saw a figure out of the corner of your eye. There was another Krampus, one you hadn’t noticed before. His fur was as black as the starlit sky above you, and his large ivory horns curved elegantly backward. Curious, you approached. The closer you grew, the more you marveled at how smoothly the man’s mask complied with his actual facial expression. Golden eyes surveyed you, and a dusky grey brow puckered.

“Otto? That better be you. I’ve been running around looking for you all night!”

The figure didn’t answer.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well? Speak! The Krampuslauf is over. Are you Otto or someone else?”

“Someone else,” the figure replied. His thickly accented voice was deep and guttural. He canted his head to the side, and his thin lips slowly smiled. “It’s dangerous to stay out in the cold too late. This night belongs to someone less benevolent than Nicholas.”

“Ja, ja. And if I’m not good, Krampus will carry me away. I’m well aware.” You chuckled. “Your costume is amazing, though. Are you sure you’re not Otto? He was bragging about his scary outfit all week.”

“Quite sure.” He offered you his clawed hand with a flourish. “Care to feel for yourself? It’s all quite… realistic.”

You placed your hand in his, and his taloned digits wrapped around the appendage like a closing cage. He placed your hand on his cheek. The skin was eerily warm. You allowed your hand to trail downward, feeling for the edge of a prosthetic appliance or a hidden zipper. The more you searched, the more the figure’s smile grew. Your eyes widened with realization. It couldn’t be, and yet—

“Who are you?” you stammered.

“Do you not know?”

You felt rooted to the spot. Everything seemed to stop—your hands ceased their motions; your breathing and your racing heart no longer registered to your shocked mind. You could no longer hear the wind or the laughing voices streets over. All you could hear was his smug inquiry. Do you not know?

“Krampus,” you murmured.

He nodded with a sharp-edged grin. “The original.” His eyes flitted to your hand, which still rested on his shoulder. You withdrew. “I see you still have not outgrown your morbid fascination with the dark. I am meant to frighten young ones into submission, but you… You always greeted my reigning day with a smile. Are you certain that is wise?”

You thickly swallowed and attempted to loosen your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

“Do you not fear my whip? The basket on my back? Who knows how many I have carried away to the depths.”

“You don’t frighten me.” You squared your shoulders. “You’ve never frightened me.”

He leaned closer, nostrils flaring. The bells hung on the chains around his shoulders tinkled. You smelled brimstone and sulfur. “You called me Otto before. Why?”

“He’s a neighbor of mine and was supposed to dress up as you today. If I found him in the crowd, he said he would pay for my drinks for a month.”

“And if you lost?”

Your face flushed. “I was… I had to kiss him.”

The demon smirked and offered his hand once more. “Care for another wager?”

You briefly hesitated, glancing between Krampus’s igneous eyes and his gnarled fingers. Another spark of adrenaline flared to life in your chest, and you placed your hand within his own. You had never been very wise. “What are your conditions?”

“I will take you to my domain for a single night. If you remain unafraid, despite all my best efforts, I will grant you a single boon. Whatever you wish. I am an old, powerful spirit and can accomplish many things.”

It sounded like the prelude to a tragedy in a Grimm fairytale, yet you pressed onward. “And if I lose this wager?”

He pulled you to himself. His coarse, warm fur contrasted with the biting wind tearing at you with its unseen talons. “Küss mich. Zweimal. One for me and one for your missing friend.”

“Deal.” You spoke only a little above a whisper but Krampus heard you all the same.

The wind lashed at your clothes, and you were forced to bury your face in his chest to hide from the sting. When the air stilled, you reluctantly glanced up at a squat wooden cottage in the midst of a darkened wood, where not even the moon broke through the thick overgrowth. The only source of light came from the cottage’s fogged windows.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Wilkommen zu mein Haus. Were you expecting more bones?”

“I was expecting a portal to hell.”

“Ah.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “That would be the fireplace.”

Despite whatever misgivings might have dissuaded you from continuing onward, a deal was a deal, and something told you that reneging on a deal with a demon would only end badly. However, the challenge was a bit easier than you had thought. No bones littered his living room floor and no torture devices dripping blood decorated the walls. The fireplace was, as he said, a portal to hell, but you did not fear the foul smell or what the whispered voices spewed forth. You did not fear the dark. You did not fear the cold.

But perhaps you feared how comfortable you were growing with the demon the longer you spent with him. You felt the exhaustion of the night catch up with you, and your head slumped onto Krampus’s shoulder. Your vision blackened.

He awoke you at dawn, although you could hardly tell the time due to the perpetual night outside.

“You are still unafraid,” he murmured, glancing down at you. “I suppose I must keep my word. What is your request?”

You glanced into the face of your host, his gold eyes, so wry and ancient, and his twisted mouth, which hid sharp teeth that could tear out throats, or tug pleasantly on one’s bottom lip. You flushed, and Krampus grinned as if sensing your thoughts.

“I am waiting.”

“But you’re wrong.” You nervously licked your lips. “I am afraid.”

His eyes narrowed, and his head tilted. “Oh? Of what?”

“I’m afraid because I want to stay… I want to know you, and I’m afraid of what will happen to me if I do.”

“A matter of the heart, then. It still counts. You technically lose.” He smirked and leaned downward, silently awaiting your next move.

You took a breath, then craned your head up and sealed your fate.

#krampus x reader #exophilia #male monster #gender neutral reader #I apologize if my German is off #I'm still learning #I hope however that you enjoyed this 'Christmas' themed story!

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architectnews · 3 years

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Charred wood clads Meadows Haus in Utah by Klima Architecture

Blackened timber and quartzite wrap the exterior of this multi-story dwelling by US firm Klima Architecture, which was designed for a family relocating from California to a Utah ski town.

The Meadows Haus is located in Park City, which is situated along the eastern front of the Wasatch Mountains.

Blackened wood wraps the house's exterior

The project was designed as a primary residence for a family who formerly lived in Silicon Valley. Local studio Klima Architecture aspired to create an energy-efficient dwelling that embraced its context.

"Our clients wanted a home that was inherently energy-efficient, and took advantage both of the southern sun and views of the ski resorts over neighbouring houses while setting nicely into an older Park City neighbourhood," said firm founder Chris Price.

Layers of quartzite form internal and external walls

L-shaped in plan, the three-level home sits on a sloped site and totals 5,865 square feet (545 square meters).

Exterior walls are clad in wood that was burnt using Shou Sugi Ban, an ancient Japanese technique. The charring "improves the longevity of the wood, and inherently has a distinct aesthetic that we liked" said Price.

Dark-stained accoya lines the wall behind the staircase

Light grey-coloured stone was also used on the facades, serving as a contrast to the blackened wood. Pieces of thick-set quartzite are arranged horizontally without grout, resulting in a highly textured appearance.

Inside, the home features an atypical floor plan. The public zone, which is generally found on the main floor, was placed on the very top level, where the views are most expansive.

The kitchen diner is upstairs

The ground level holds the master bedroom, a guest suite, a mudroom and a garage. The bottom level, which is partly below ground, encompasses two bedrooms and a family game area.

Interior design was overseen by Julie Chahine, who is based in Park City. Rooms feature soft textures, neutral colours and ample natural light.

Pale oak with black trim features in the kitchen

Pale-toned oak was used for flooring and cabinetry. In many areas, the team paired white finishes with black accents.

A wall bordering the staircase is made of dark-stained accoya – a type of wood that is formed by soaking pine in a vinegar-like substance to increase its durability.

"We wanted to feature the stair wall, as it acts not only as a unifier of the entire house, but also as a light and heat well," said Price.

Moving the living area upstairs maximises views

The project was designed to meet rigorous energy-use standards set by the Passive House Institute (PIH).

Meadow Haus's air-tight envelope consists of a double-stud exterior wall that is 14 inches (36 centimetres) thick and a roof frame covered with extra insulation. Under the concrete floor slab, there is a six-foot (1.8-metre) layer of insulation.

A living area can open to a terrace

Other elements that help reduce energy consumption include triple-pane windows, a heat recovery ventilator that brings in fresh air, and a 10,700-kilowatt photovoltaic array.

Price said the house has not only been certified by the US division of the PHI, but also was given a "Best House" distinction in the "professionals under 35" category.

"We hope that showcasing energy-efficient architecture in compelling forms helps drive a more energy-conscious built environment," he said.

Bedrooms are on the ground and third floor

Once a mining area, Park City is now a popular destination for skiers and nature lovers. It also hosts the renowned Sundance Film Festival.

Other projects in the mountain town include Price's own home – a black building that staggers down a wooded hillside – and a timber-clad residence by Imbue Design that offers sweeping views of the landscape.

In 2012, Bjarke Ingels Group won a competition to renovate and extend the city's Kimball Art Center, but their scheme was ultimately rejected by city planners.

Photography courtesy of Kerri Fukui.

Project credits:

Architect: Klima Architecture Interior design: Julie Chahine Builders: T&T Mountain Builders Windows: Glo European Windows

The post Charred wood clads Meadows Haus in Utah by Klima Architecture appeared first on Dezeen.

#Architecture – Dezeen

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold | aspen blackwood

series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🅼 | word count: 3,560 | complete

tags: all souls x mcu fusion, pre-stucky, bucky-centric, omegaverse, paranormal creatures, body horror-adjacent, steve rogers-implied

A tale of transformation and acceptance, battle and frustration, fear and blood, devastation and reconciliation, rehabilitation and a hope for the future.

bingo fills

@anyfandomdarkbingo | crying themselves to sleep

@afgomegaversebingo | free space

@badthingshappenbingo | cramping

@buckybarnesbingo round 5 | y5: brand new me [b098]

@fandom-free-bingo: frosty edition | ambushed, hallucination, shivering

@stuckybingo | b5: au - a/b/o [5080] + new job [january prompt]

snippet: “Being born with an abnormal amount of space between by balls and my asshole had never actually bothered me. What bothered me was what such a space implied… the possibility that I would present as an omega…”

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

steve's prequel

#marvel fanfiction #contemporary fantasy #anyfandomdarkbingo #afgobingo #afgomegaverse #buckybarnesbingo2023 #bbb2023 #fandomfreebingo #stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #prose poetry #bad things happen bingo #stucky #shrunkyclinks #writeblr #haus blackwood #haus of the blackened wood #blade of nightshade be my strength not my ruin #all the fire that ever burned you had turned you into gold

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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Badly Summarized WIPs

Tagged by @theunboundwriter! Thanks for including me. 🩶

Rules: Summarize your WIPs as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote in which one they'd like to read most.

There's a lot of them so I'll only put the ones I think about the most. See my wips list to find out if they'll be in production soon.

this was actually fun 😅😂 lemme tell ya, that last one ain't what you think it is... who am I kidding? None of them are what you think they are. ☠️ Can any of y'all guess which summary goes with which fic on my wips list?

no pressure tags: @capsicle13, @ellethespaceunicorn, @ellemj, @vellicore, @gyokujyn, @unlifeira, @peyton--warren, @baubeautyandthegeek

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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maybe we’re just born with stardust in our blood | aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | complete

tags: ws!witch!bucky, bucky barnes centric

synopsis: Team Cap search for the one thing that could send Bucky back to where he started.

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

teaser | full playlist

bingo fills: ch 1 | ch 2

#stucky fiction #marvel fanfiction #witch bucky barnes #steve rogers #pining #alternate universe #is there stardust in your blood?#haus blackwood #haus of the blackened wood #darkling fics #fantastical tales #writeblr

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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pairing: pre-stucky/stucky [james "bucky" barnes x steve rogers] author: aspen blackwood event: @buckybarnesbingo

all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold | 🅼

y5: brand new me series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin synopsis: A tale of transformation and acceptance, battle and frustration, fear and blood, devastation and reconciliation, rehabilitation and a hope for the future.

i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream | 🆃

c3: free space synopsis: Moving to East End was supposed to be a fresh start for the Rogers family…

aspen's vault: fics masterlist | aspen's world: bingo & events participation masterlist

#bbb2023 #bucky barnes bingo #round 5 #stucky fiction #bucky barnes #steve rogers #writeblr #masterlist #creative writing #haus blackwood #haus of the blackened wood #darkling fics #fantastical tales #writing

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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author: aspen blackwood event: @fandom-free-bingo

all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold

pre-stucky [james "bucky" barnes x steve rogers] | 🅼 series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin synopsis: A tale of transformation and acceptance, battle and frustration, fear and blood, devastation and reconciliation, rehabilitation and a hope for the future. ──────.·:·.☽✧ ☆ﾟ ✦ ☆ﾟ ✧☾.·:·. ────── fills: ambushed, hallucination, shivering

in his house beneath the sea, he waits dreaming of you

hansenkemp [lloyd hansen x steve kemp] | 🅴 series: bleak are the heavens, darker the gods synopsis: In a small Grecian village where the witches serve a morning star, there lives a man named Stéfanos who catches the eye of a peculiar stranger. OR A chance meeting with Lloyd sends Steve down a road darker than even the path of night. ──────.·:·.☽✧ ☆ﾟ ✦ ☆ﾟ ✧☾.·:·. ────── fills by chapter ch. 3: ocean wide, salted red, you're more alive when you're dead ➳ disoriented, torture ch. 4: to invite change, you must also invite chaos ➳ breeding kink, stabbed ch. 5: cruel intentions in my soul, bittersweet love don't let me go ➳ bondage, multiple orgasm, shared bath

aspen's vault: fics masterlist | aspen's world: bingo & events participation masterlist

#fandomfreebingo #frosty edition #stucky fiction #bucky barnes #steve rogers #masterlist #hansenkemp fiction #lloyd hansen #steve kemp #darkling fics #fantastical tales #writeblr #haus blackwood #haus of the blackened wood

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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For the WIP Game: i dream in broken promises

i dream in broken promises...

is the working title for a medieval stucky au that takes places in Londinium

wip game

#i dream in broken promises #stucky #writeblr #creative writing #fanfic writer #wip game #my fics #future fic #way way in the future lol #haus blackwood #haus of the blackened wood #gyokujyn

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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WIP Game

Tagged by @peyton-warren

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

fics with * have working titles

fics in italics are loosely plotted out but are not currently in production

fics in bold are currently in production

fics with 😮‍💨 will be planned and written some time in the future

fics by series

blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin

🩶 all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold 🩶 tell me a lie to keep me in line, you swear it's a sign but it's the tortured who rise 🩶 those that live between sunset and moonrise 🩶 a dance of shadows and light

bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

🩶 bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death 🩶 you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things 🩶 when fire meets fate, the tempest doth fade*

from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire 😮‍💨

🩶 the sun also delights in moonlit nights 🩶 the twilit shadows await the dusk 🩶 the starlight preys on the midnight void

oneshots/stand-alones

crawling on my knees, watch me while i bleed 😮‍💨

hours and minutes in between when you were next to me

i dream in broken promises* 😮‍💨

i must not fear, fear is the mind-killer* 😮‍💨

join the rage at night, remove my heart of the malice

of order and chaos* 😮‍💨

oh how i adore the ways in which you bleed for me 😮‍💨

only through fire and blood does winter come 😮‍💨

the devil and the huntsman* 😮‍💨

the law of surprise* 😮‍💨

the taste of blood and wine 😮‍💨

there's a traitor in your midst* 😮‍💨

with the world in his right hand and blue flames in his heart* 😮‍💨

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