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slightecho · 11 months

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How do you find motivation to write? (love your work by the way!)

ALSKDJF thank you!!!!

My motivation to write is honestly so hard to explain…. It’s a really weird tightrope between my overactive daydreaming and my ADHD 🥹

The real trouble I have is keeping my momentum going and not running out of steam the second my ADHD latches on to something else, or I hit a small bump in the road. As a general tule, a lot of the time when I write it’s because I need an outlet for the scenes that are just playing in my head constantly, distracting me. I talk a lot, and I like to infodump in my everyday life, too, and it comes through in my writing sometimes.

Because of this need to infodump the scenes in my head, combined with my own fear that I’ll lose the plot due to my ADHD, I’m a big user of what’s called the “vomit draft,” where you basically steamroll through writing the first draft of something without care for perfect grammar, typos, spelling mistakes or wording things perfectly. This helps me feel secure in the fact that if I go fast enough, I won’t face this issue with my attention and focus.

Now, the term “vomit draft” is typically used to describe drafting an ENTIRE story before doing the editing. And I have done that before, but it didn’t really work as well for me as the version I’m doing now. A lot of times for me, trying to vomit draft a WHOLE piece first just resulted in me either running out of steam, or beginning to feel like the editing was a big, scary, insurmountable task (ask me about my Bungo Stray Dogs Heathers AU fic that never got finished). I‘ve found that turning the process of editing into a big, scary project of it’s own is the quickest thing to demotivate me, and it becomes a massive roadblock.

So recently, I’ve kind of adjusted my “vomit draft” style so that I’m instead taking each chapter as it’s own smaller unit, and vomit drafting them each individually. To help myself do this with “Ashes” in particular, I’ve got a notebook literally FULL of notes so I can keep track of all the small, throw-away details I’ve written. Mostly cause I’m very scared of contradicting myself in this one. Keeping a notebook like this isn’t a regular thing for me. My mentality behind this style of vomit drafting is like… if I can vomit draft this chapter quick enough, I can move on to the next exciting thing I want to infodump. Which is exciting to me! And it has the added bonus that it allows me the freedom to upload the chapters as soon as they’re done, and get enjoyment out of the work, due to my need for validation. Every chapter becomes a goal post for myself, that way!

And that’s what REALLY keeps my motivation going, so I don’t hit a roadblock on the story. By the time I post a chapter, I’m already excited because I know I’m about to steamroll through the next one cause I’m just so excited to dump that out, too! And I’m subsequently getting the validation from hitting my last goalpost and feeling like I’ve accomplished something at the same time.

Is my method for everyone?? HECK NO. Is this me given you full proof advice?? Also no. What works for me is not gonna work for everyone else. But this is the method that’s worked best for me in the past: in every instance of a story I’ve actually finished writing, I was using this chapter-by-chapter vomit drafting method. And typically those stories didn’t even need a notebook full of notes!

(Seriously, the notebook is just an “Ashes” thing, and I cannot overstate how I’ve never before kept a detailed notebook like this before. Don’t feel like you have to that lmao! But if you want to hear more about it, let me know and I can get into it. Idk if that would be boring to hear about or not 😅)

TL;DR I race against time with my ADHD and create small goalposts for myself via a chapter-by-chapter vomit drafting method. This allows me to satisfy my need to infodump the scenes while also making sure I refuel my motivation by allowing myself to feel validated and accomplished via smaller goalposts 🥰

#oh i also have a spotify playlist #like a dedicated one #I might post it when the fic is finished #toh ashes au

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wispscribbles · 4 months

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When I finish my ghoap Christmas oneshot that I started way back in start December, and have been struggling with since, then it’s over for you fools 🎅

#maybe it will be done by next Christmas lol #god no I’m scared of jinxing it #it’s not even THAT long I’ve just constantly had to step away from it and start over #and I don’t even think it’s good 😭 but I want it done #and there are bits I like that I want to share so I need to finish this bitch #y’all better be ready to find some leftover Christmas cheer when I post it #we will pretend that it isn’t several months late 😀#they kill Santa and it’s funny and I don’t want to leave that forever in my wips #correction: they kill someone dressed as Santa but they take it very seriously #it has very much the same vibe as ‘Clue’ did and ppl enjoyed that one a lot #so I hope I’m just overly critical of myself and that this fic is actually alright #how did I write clue in one night????? where did that superpower go????#might share some snippets at some point idk #wispy update

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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How does the accident mated au work? Like they have s*x accidentally or? I'm so confused and is been WEEKS.

HAHA no. Hilarious though, like they trip and fall into each other. Whoops, I'm up ur ass.

No no, so in our established accidentally mated canon (according to the og anon and changed by me into a way I like and think makes more sense) Neteyam and Spider both like each other and mutually decide on having one night together after Neteyam's uniltaron before he is an official adult member of the clan as has to find a mate and lead the Omaticaya. It's a goodbye, or sorts, it's like their one selfish act. Spider has no kuru and cannot bond, so they can't become mates. So it was supposed to be just sex because they do not think anything else is possible, right? It's supposed to be a secret no one ever knows about (but I am sure would've just silently killed them both slowly over time). But, Eywa recognizes them and blesses the mating anyway, because she recognizes Spider as one of her children. Then as the anon says, the next day Mo'at instantly clocked that Neteyam has mated but he won't say with who and it just becomes a long held and super painful secret lol.

Don't drag me back into this au, anon, I am sTUCK in it's potential let me add some thoughts to my future posts notes you bastard.

#bruh i forgot theres a note on here that for the life of me I can't remember what on earth i meant #like?? god knows #it might be the name of a fic??#gOD i have to post those fic recs from forever ago #life is so hard out there when you're busy #i literally basically finished today tho #adulting #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neteyam sully #nocorro #nocorro oops we're mated #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #we are mindmelding get in #melissa on avatar (cameron)#melissa's asks

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oceanwithouthermoon · 5 months

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kubosai... save me...

kubosai

save me kubosai

#let me be so real #i really miss the feeling i had when i first joined tdlosk tumblr and scrolled the entire kubosai tag #like it took me some time to get through all the (tagged) kubosai tumblr posts and ao3 fics #i miss that so bad.#what was i even doing in the days i was fixating on kubosai but hadnt even downloaded this app yet #anyway..#i know i can make my own content but im so bad at getting it done #i might start posting wips on here to motivate myself to actually finish them for ao3..#idk #i have a LOT of wips...#lots of fics and a few drawings #i wish i could just finish and share them with u guys but im so. my brain. my brain is empty.#every time i think im gonna have motivation to finish i fic i just end up starting a new wip ??? UGHHHH #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #kubosai #meows post

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spiteless-xo · 4 days

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im so excited about this new fic that im thinking about posting a chapter without finishing the entire story (gasp)

#🔵👄🔵 fic #ive already finished ch 1 and 2 so like i could........#im worried that i'll need to tie something into a prev chap when writing a later ones and then not be able to because its already posted #and also in typical tiff fashion i really wanna post it on a schedule #but im just SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS AHHHHHHHHHH #(this is my convoluted way of saying that i might be dropping a chapter next week 👀)#(no promises on an upload schedule atm)

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waterfallofspace · 6 months

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Anyone else ever just... so burnt out/unfocused, couldn't imagine writing anything if you tried, but then... then...

The Hyperfixation Hits

and suddenly there's a google doc open and you've written 500 words of albeit, probably nonsense before you even stop to blink?

Or is that just me~

#waterfallrambles #i dont actually- know what happened #i just.... i still feel burnt out but then my m/agnus a/rchives hyperfixation hit back again in full force #and suddenly that prompt i had sitting in a google doc is lookin REAL nice #500 words and i havent even gotten to the part where the sn**** will start to happen yet #no promises if/when this will be finished or posted (just incase anyone is wondering haha)#but if i keep going at this rate i might have my first actual fic in like weeks #has it been months?? it might have been months #man idk guys bad brain is strong but gremlin brain is stronger

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theflyingfeeling · 6 months

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💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia.

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him.

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him.

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet.

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself.

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖#it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏#but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂#so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭#some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌#(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀)#some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out!#(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3)#however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀#there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨#also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

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taegularities · 9 months

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regarding: colour me in – okay yall, i've been working on this chapter and writing and editing it since like 4pm and it's 10pm now :') i gotta go to bed in an hour and don't think i will finish. would y'all be okay if it dropped tmrw or later this week? 🥺

#also im rereading the beginning n some bits are oof lol they need heavy editing #so if i manage to finish it tmrw i might post tmrw? but if not i might have it beta'd and post sometime this week #is that okay? i know some of you were looking forward to it so im sorry dont be mad lol !! <3 #but it IS done at least so we're getting there!! vvv close!! trying my absolute hardest!!!#hope you're around when it drops 🥺 love you #fic: colour me in

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bromcommie · 2 months

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Hey, you, tell me about НИКТО НЕ ЗАБЫТ И НИЧТО НЕ ЗАБЫТО for the ask game!

Hi, you! Thanks for the ask!!

This one's a chapter from a longer fic I'm working on that I'm thinking of maybe going in a different direction with, so I'm potentially trying to rework it into a separate entity. It's set in the hunt for Bucky/Bucky making sure his handlers can't get their hands on him again. Lots of thoughts on necessary violence vs. revenge ft. some morally grey memories from the war. Excerpt below the cut:

“It’s a memorial poem,” Natasha says, her face an ironed out surface. In the sickly fluorescent light she seems almost immaterial, washed-out and half-there. Places where the present thins out so you can see what’s underneath, Steve thinks. Two points in time on top of the same head of a pin. “To the fallen in the siege of Leningrad.” He walks around her and up to the table carefully, as if afraid to jostle her too far out of this place and towards that other one, the transient overlap of now and then calling her home. He points to the words that first caught his attention, finger barely hovering over the smudged, fragile print. “That's kind of familiar, but my cyrillic's not all there. I don’t recognize the rest.” “We cannot list their noble names here, there are so many of them under the eternal protection of granite. But those who look upon these stones, know this,” she translates, voice going sandpaper-rough at odd intervals. She pauses as if reciting from memory, dredging the words up by force. Maybe she is. “No one is forgotten, and nothing is forgotten.” He traces the words on the paper, the ridges where the pen pressed too deep and harsh into the folds of the cursive, his attention snagging strangely on the unwieldy awkwardness of the handwriting. Left-handed, it occurs to him as if from a great distance. Bucky used to be left-handed. The breath he didn’t know he was holding rushes out of him sharp. “Steve.” The paper, the table, the grime on the tile. He can’t look at her. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” “But you think it does. You think it means something.” She won’t say what she’s thinking again but if it's to protect Bucky or Steve or herself this time, he doesn’t know. “Tell me.” "I think he's angry." Her tone is restrained but in her old-young-ancient face, Natasha's eyes burn bright. "I think he wants them to know it." Fear is a powerful weapon, she'd said back at the motel. And they've used it one too many times. The pages from the file flash through his head, the detailed, mathematics-cool explanation of the use of the wrecked contraption in the middle of the room; the mask strapped to Bucky's face like a muzzle. "Good," he says finally when he can get his voice to come out even. Natasha’s expression withdraws back into that careful neutrality, but there’s a note of something fierce and complicated holding out at the very edges that just doesn’t fold as easy. "He might hurt a lot of people, Steve." He looks back at the handwriting for a moment longer, where the ink started bleeding from the pressure: Никто не забыт и ничто не забыто, like a threat and a promise. With quick movements he folds the paper and sticks it into his pocket, and then he’s turning for the door. “Then we figure out how to help him only hurt the right ones.”

#tag game #my fic #gyokujyn #these might be too long? but I don't know how to split them into snippets that make sense and also. idc this is fun #and I don't know when I'll have the time to finish and post the full work #asks

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