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hi zainab!! sambucky and sugar for the prompt thing? 👀
Hi Mak! Thank you for the prompt!!! Here’s some sentences that made me sad to write.
The good thing about a Scottish university town is that almost everyone is too busy rushing somewhere to be all that bothered about an American tourist hanging out in the outlet-free corner of a coffee shop, fussing with the sugar packets and glancing at the door every other minute.
Sam went in there determined not to feel any particular way about Bucky Barnes, but he should’ve known it would be impossible.
All it takes is one whiff of that stupid old school cologne and an aching, murmured, “I missed you,” and all of Sam’s resolve melts away.
#bisamwilson#zainab does ask meme things#sambucky#my fic#local woman preoccupied with thunderbolts era situationship
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hello sweetheart! <3 for the fic ask game (and bc i’ve been on a hozier kick lately):
sambucky and “when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes (i feel like a person for a moment of my life)”?
hey darling! thanks for the ask <33 im always on a hozier kick so this is perfect actually
This is soooo fwb sambucky, and obviously Bucky is actually irrevocably in love with Sam and so convinced it’s one-sided. Cue the angst and the pining and the longing and the stolen looks and the slow kisses and the intense eye contact that lasts a little too long while they’re making love, because those are the only moments Bucky feels truly, undoubtedly alive.
send me a title and a pairing and I will give you the summary of a fic I will never write.
#this is a trope i will never ever get sick of#it fucks every time sorry#sambucky#ask game#bisamwilson#hey mak miss you lots <33
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hello a-chan!!! <3 💫 🌿 💞 for the writing meme?
Hi, Mak!!! Damn, these are some heavy hitting questions, it might get long 😂 we’ll see how it goes
💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? Honestly getting any nice feedback is my fave at this point 😂
🌿 how does creating make you feel? I could answer how it makes me feel rn but that wouldn’t really be a representation of how I truly feel about creating. There’s just something about getting into the zone and just getting into the flow and then once you’re done something has resulted. When you’re just that focused it’s easy to forget everything except the thing you’re trying to create and sometimes we all need that. But sometimes creating can be cathartic or etc etc depending on what you’re doing
💞 what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language Are we talking as a reader or a writer? But honestly thinking about this as both, to me all these factors are important, when I read and write, I try to gauge if all these things are working to service the story. If the characters are ooc or they don’t work with the plot idea, then obviously something needs to change. If any of these are off balance, things need to be reevaluated, changed, fixed or whatever. Coz I’ve read stories that might be technically correct or have the most lush prose or dynamite characters but then the other stuff (plot, worldbuilding or whatever) just totally ruined it or was off.
Clearly, if I’m reading a fic and character is ooc, that will take me out, but that’s not the most important part of a story. I gotta see the whole and how it works (yet again maybe that’s the choral person in me 😂 what’s the most important thing in a song? You can’t have a song without it’s rhythm and beats, the tempo, the melodies and harmonies, the silence inbetween the notes. And this doesn’t include adding instruments or vocals!) and if it’s kinda funky/off/it just… *shrug*
[send fic writer asks]
#ask#answers#bisamwilson#a-Chan talks writing#I had to think about these but yeah!#I’m a big picture type of person lol which knowing me makes sense 😂
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2015 and 2023 for the movie game?
2015: the martian or room
2023: the creator, oppenheimer, or past lives because i honestly can't choose
send me a year and i'll tell you my favorite movie from that year!
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hi misty!!! for the book asks: 1, 18, 28, and 43?
hi mak!! 💖💖💖
a book that is close to your heart
ooh there are so many but i’m going to go with station eleven by emily st. john mandel! i couldn’t stop thinking about it for a week after i finished it. i love the portrayals of how people come together and hold on to the things that make us human even in an absolutely nightmarish situation. also the non linear narrative with interlocking storylines is a very cool story format :)
18. your least favorite book ever
this might be kind of a hot take but neuromancer by william gibson. i know it’s super famous and has been very influential in the sci-fi genre. that said, when i read it, i had no idea what was going on and that made it really hard to be invested in the book at all. it felt like it was trying to do way too much — the worldbuilding was really choppy and bare bones (which, in a story set in a world so different from ours, is really hard on the reader), the plot was difficult to follow, and none of the characters felt like real people.
28. a book you wish you could read as a beginner again
the foundation trilogy by isaac asimov! the guy for sure knows how to write plot twists. i literally had to shut the book and take a walk after the last one lol
43. a book you have read more than three times
i felt a funeral in my brain by will walton. i’ve cried over it so many times. it’s really beautifully written in a mix of poetry and prose, and the combination of older poetry, pop music lyrics, and a coming of age storyline works surprisingly well.
thank you for the ask!!
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hi lynette!!! 5, 6, and 11 for the art ask game?
hi mak!! :D
5. least favorite thing to draw
non-natural backgrounds (excluding cityscapes) for sure! i just hate how rigid i have to draw the subjects/elements (tables, chairs, etc) in it, you can't really 'wing' it with perspective like you can with nature landscapes where there's more fluidity and dynamic shapes (clouds, trees, etc.) cityscapes are fun bc although hard/angular objects, you can simplify it at a distance!
6. warm colors or cold colors
warm colours all day everyday! if you follow my art enough you can probably notice the trend in orange/pinks especially with dramatic lighting :p i try to get out of my comfort zone and use blues/purples from time to time!
11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle
i've been working sporadically on my MTH auction artwork and i can't reveal that (soo close to being done!) so my recent art is my aziracrow + aziraphale in this post :^)
thank you so much for the ask lovely <33
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Thank you, @bisamwilson, for tagging me in this! This'll be interesting 😆 tagging @funsized-loser @wenellyb @exbex @spinachgarden and 🤔 anyone else who wants to do this!
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15 questions, 15 friends
i was tagged by the lovely @eohwyyn <33 thank you, mitali
are you named after anyone? my great-grandmothers
when was the last time you cried? january because i’d just finished reading all the light we cannot see
do you have kids? no
what sports do you play/have played? i played soccer all throughout school
do you use sarcasm? of course
what is the first thing you notice about people? hair usually, especially if it’s dyed
what is your eye color? blue
scary movies or happy endings? happy endings :)
any talents? i think i’m a pretty good writer
where were you born? california
what are your hobbies? writing, reading, spending time with friends, watching movies/tv shows
do you have any pets? three dogs
how tall are you? 5’1
favorite subject in school? english (specifically 18th century literature)
dream job? author
tagging: @suresnips, @benoitblanc, @nxsmss, @kenobismullet, @weasvlys, @fairydxll, @agentmmayy, @barbierxberts, @bisamwilson, @staarshines, @imadetheline, @jmobiwanspadawan, @tinynebula, @visenyatargaryen, @starreys
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Last Line Challenge
tagged by @firstelevens Thank you!
rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
This is/was for the Anniversary event prompt "You're Really Gonna Set Me Up Like That"
Sam Wilson, God bless his nearly perfect soul, didn't have the self-serving skills that the good God gave a gnat. From across the diner, Annalise watched her best friend's son ignore every single sign that his handsome, quiet friend was putting down across their quickly emptying breakfast plates.
No pressure tagging @thatmexisaurusrex @jemgirl86 @funsized-loser @siancore @livingincolorsagain @bisamwilson @cobrafantasies @exbex and everyone else who sees this. I'm so serious, please tag me in your unaffiliated lines. I love these things
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last line tag
Tagged by my beloved @sambambucky
rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
“Help me fix this,” Toph demands as she enters without a knock, and adds, belatedly, when Sokka doesn’t answer, “Please.”
Still mining my well of tokka feels, obviously 😘
Tagging @livingincolorsagain @bisamwilson @wangsfires and god idk who else 😭 sorry
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hi zainab!!!! 2, 3, 6, and 29 for the fic writer ask???
Hi Mak! Thank you for sending these in!
2. Do you read/reread your own fics?
Yes, because I am absolutely my own biggest fan!
On a much more practical note, sometimes I reread because it's part of a series and I'm checking a canonical detail (although if it's in the Bake Off AU I'm better off just asking @sesamestreep, who is the official lorekeeper and knows that universe's canon better than I do.) Other times, there's a fic where I just really like what I did with a character's voice or the general tone of a scene and I'll go back just to get a feel for what I did the last time.
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?
I mean, the Bake Off AU has my whole heart and there's so much of me in it that it will always be special to me BUT!!! I really love the Thunderbolts-era epistolary fic counted days, counted miles because I think it's an exercise in me managing to show writerly restraint, which is a skill I'm still working on. (And also I got to come up with so many fun spy tricks for hiding letters; it was great.)
6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?
How fortuitous that you picked this question when I have reread wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time) FIVE TIMES in the past month. That fic is a work of art. I am also never far from rereading and never ever watch the ten o'clock news, which is Emma's phenomenal Psych AU of Rogue One which is just so wonderful and funny and it continues to hold up. Oh also! There's don't read the last page, which is a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic that is short and sweet and just so warm and cozy and I go back to that one a lot just for the mood of it.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.
Okay so this question reminded me that there's a 1200 word scene from the Formula 1 AU that was originally going to be the epilogue but got canned which SUBSEQUENTLY reminded me that there's a whole scene that I wrote for the Bake Off AU that got cut from Chapter 6 because things ended up going another way!
The beginning will looks familiar if you remember anything from that chapter, but then there's a sharp left turn that involves the lost plot point of Becca Barnes creeping on Joaquín's thirst trap and restaurant review filled Instagram in order to figure out where Bucky could go for dinner. I was sad to lose it tbh but the restaurant still made it into the fic as the place where Sam and Bucky go out on their definitely-not-a-date in Chapter 10.
A peek at the alternate timeline under the cut!
Bucky is starfished on his bed, trying to muster the energy to get up when his phone rings. His eyes are squeezed shut, but he opens one to peer at the screen. He only answers because it’s Becca, but he’s too tired to do more than grunt into the phone when he picks up.
“Good day, huh?” she asks, laughing when he just groans in response.
“Hope yours was better than mine,” Bucky says, when he finally manages to talk. “How’s day shift treating you?”
“I’m discovering that there’s this thing in the sky called the sun, and it provides light? And makes people happy? Do you think other people know about it? Should I be telling them?”
He laughs tiredly. “You can use all this newfound energy to make a TikTok about it.”
“I’ll get on that,” Becca says. “What about you? You okay?”
“Yeah,” says Bucky, bringing his hand up to his face. “I just need to lie down for a while.”
Not that lying down for the past half hour has helped, but he’s got high hopes for that sixty minute mark.
“No, what you need to do is eat something,” Becca says, sounding remarkably like their mother. “Tell me your head isn’t hurting right now.”
Bucky freezes, his fingers still pressed into his temples. “It’s creepy when you do that, you know.”
She laughs. “I know. Hey, why don’t you go to that place that you and Steve went to all the time, the one with the waffles?”
The last time Bucky had been there, four years ago, he’d spent the entire evening bickering companionably with Sam while Steve dealt with a work emergency. It had felt remarkably like flirting, and he’d even thought about asking Sam to get a drink sometime—and then Bucky had been eliminated after the next day’s Showstopper, and that put an end to that.
He shakes his head to clear it. “I’m tired, Bec, and they pick us up at like, six AM. I think I might just grab something from the convenience store.”
“Buck, I spend half my time listening to newborn babies cry and that is still the most pitiful thing I’ve heard this week. You are not eating yogurt for dinner alone in your hotel room.”
Bucky huffs. “Well, I’d grab a random stranger off the street to join me, but I’m not looking to get murdered today, Rebecca.”
He can hear the sound of Becca typing, doing the thing where she studiously ignores his asshole behavior until he comes around and starts acting a more like a person. It’s annoying how well it works.
After a minute or two of typing and what he assumes is scrolling, she lets out a, “Huh.”
When he waits for her to elaborate and she doesn’t, Bucky sighs. “What is it?”
“Do you know a Joaquín Torres?”
It’s far from the question he was expecting but Bucky answers in the affirmative. “He’s a baking consultant on the show.”
More typing. “Does he have good taste?”
There’s a tiny, childish part of Bucky that wants to say no, because Torres is chirpy and bright-eyed and his unfailing enthusiasm is exhausting at times, but that would be a lie. “Yeah, he knows his stuff. Why?”
“He lives in Atlanta; he posts about a lot of local hidden gems. There’s a Tunisian restaurant a couple blocks from your hotel, apparently? Kind of looks like a hole in the wall but he says the food is amazing.”
“I don’t know, Bec. It’s late and eating out alone is depressing.” His limbs feel heavy, and his shoulder is starting to hurt from having the prosthetic on for so long, and he knows that food would make his headache go away, but he just can’t drag himself off the bed.
Like Becca knows what track his mind is on—and honestly, she probably does—, she chooses this moment to go for the knockout. “Come on, Buck; it’s my job to look out for you, and you’re too far away for me to drag you out to dinner and make sure you eat. Throw a girl a bone here.”
She’s too powerful for her own good.
Bucky drags a hand down his face, sighing again. “You know, I hear some people don’t let their baby sisters tell them what to do all the time.”
“Poor them,” says Becca.
“Poor them,” echoes Bucky, and asks her to text him the address.
When she does, he looks it up and realizes that it really is only two blocks away: completely walkable, even in Atlanta’s late spring heat, and only a little further than the convenience store where he’d planned to grab his apparently pathetic dinner.
It’s only when he gets to the door of the restaurant that he remembers it’s a Saturday night and he probably should have thought to make a reservation. The place only has a handful of tables to begin with, and they’ve all got people at them. The host already has an apologetic look on his face as Bucky walks in, but they both turn in surprise when they hear someone inside the restaurant call out to him.
“Bucky!” says Joaquín, as brightly as ever. “Come sit with us.”
Because the universe has a sense of humor, ‘us’ is of course Joaquín and Sam, who are having dinner together. Alone. On a Saturday night.
It can’t be a date, Bucky reasons. No one would invite a random acquaintance to third-wheel their date, right?
He realizes that he still hasn’t responded when the host assures him that of course they’ll be able to add another place setting to the table, and before he knows it, Bucky is being whisked over to their table.
Whatever mood had settled over Sam after the signature today seems to have dissipated, and he turns to Bucky with a grin on his face. “I hope you trust Torres over here, because he ordered way too much food for us and didn’t let me see the menu.”
Joaquín shrugs. “I come here a lot,” he says. “Not enough people know about it, but it’s amazing.”
“Which is why he’s on a mission to be their one-man marketing team,” says Sam. “We got here half an hour ago and he’s already posted on Instagram like, ten times.”
Bucky thinks of the sound of Becca on her computer as she’d talked to him earlier, how she’d pivoted from suggesting the diner he’d probably have ended up at to this specific restaurant, and suddenly, this coincidence feels markedly less like a coincidence.
He’d probably feel more annoyed about it if he didn’t spend the meal close enough to Sam for their shoulders to constantly be brushing. Torres is right; the food is great, but if anyone asks, Bucky’s pretty sure the only thing he’d be able to recount is how many times Sam touched his arm to ask him to pass things, or dished some more food onto his plate, or gently nudged him while telling Joaquín stories of their time filming season two.
When the check comes, Bucky insists on paying, to make up for crashing Sam and Joaquín’s dinner, and as they stand on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, Joaquín offers to drop them off at the hotel on his way home. He’s about to accept when Sam waves it off.
“I think we’ll just walk back,” says Sam. “It’s so nice out, and the hotel’s probably closer than your car is.”
There’s a moment where all three of them silently commiserate over the trials of city parking, and then Joaquín says he’ll see them tomorrow and heads off.
Bucky glances sidelong at Sam, whose eyebrows are knitted together as he looks down the street towards their hotel. He can see the entrance from where they’re standing, but Sam gently touches his elbow and nods down the street to their left—the long way, Bucky realizes, a moment too late.
#bisamwilson#zainab does ask meme things#thank you for these Mak!#I had COMPLETELY forgotten that I had this little bit of the Bake Off AU lying around; I hope it's an entertaining what if
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hello dearest!!!! 💘 🎀 💥 💌 for the fic writer asks? <3
hey honey! 💖
from this list
Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
be together aka my first sambucky fic. I just feel much more comfortable with the characters and as a writer now and I know like if I did rewrite it, I could make it much better, and way more painful. Still, I’m very happy and proud of it, glad I actually took the very scary step of writing for a new fandom.
give yourself a compliment about your own writing
I’ve been struggling with writing and feeling good about my writing lately, but one thing I’m always proud of is that I have a deep understanding of the characters.
find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
secrets i have held in my heart
The thing about falling was, it was impossible to forget.
You could never forget the drop, the way your heart moved in your chest, as if trying to reach out and hold onto something, to break the fall; the way it jumped and skipped and stopped and raced. You could never forget the roaring wind, the sound of your shout echoing and fading. You could never forget the crash, softened by white snow that grew crimson around you.
Bucky fell once, and it was burned into his memory like a lightning scar on skin, permanent and tender to the touch.
This is my latest and least kudos’d fic. I’ve been told it’s like poetry and that made me so happy.
share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
I’m taking a break from writing currently and not really working on anything rn. Holding out hope that once this weird feeling go away, I’d get to work on the next chapter of careless whisper and the soulmates au!
#thanks for the ask dearest! 💖💖💖#bisamwilson#ask game#sambucky#and hi sary thanks for forcing me to compliment myself
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heads up 7 up
tagged by : @bisamwilson ( thank you for thinking of me to tag my friend !! <33 )
rules: post the last seven sentences from one of your WIPs! i’m not going to say it has to be the absolute last seven sentences you’ve written - just from something you’re still working on.
¡¡ potential spoiler warning !! this is from my latest wip revolving round the finale of star wars the bad batch because it had me so very devastated & thus i had to begin writing something for it. nothing too heavy here because i don't want to give too much away since this will be posted soon but here's the most recent but i wrote :
' When he next came to, there was a cacophony of noise around him. The exchange of blaster fire resounded throughout the corridors, the signature discharge sounds from the weapons as well as the pinging searing when they struck a bulkhead or one of the crates they were using as cover. The thud of plastoid covered bodies hitting the deck plating from the other side came at various intervals. As did the blossoming alarm of dispatched and armed droid poppers.
He was lent against the unyielding carbon-scored surface of someone's armour, sitting between their knelt legs whilst his upper body laid against the armour of their torso. They were crouched in a kneeling position to shield Crosshair with a bent knee and an arm wrapped around his side as their other hand held a decee that they periodically used to fire over the stacked line of crates they were using as cover. '
no pressure tagging : @theancientvaleofsoulmaking , @pain-in-the-asguardian , @musewrangler , @krybes , @garbria , @glaivenoct , @ivorydice , @pollyna , @ju1ian , @lickmeleclerc , @exlibrisfangirl , @creaturacos , @atlantis-is-burning , @apocalyp-tech-a , @zelsisi , @ourlordapollo , @inspirationmerls , @aithilin , && anyone else who wishes to do this , i tag you !
#dashboard games#dashboard game#tag game#tag games#my writing#bayze writes#bayze's writing#wip update#wip updates
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hi!!! 42 for spotify wrapped?
42. asking for a friend — CHVRCHES
send me a number between 1-100, get the corresponding song on my spotify wrapped!
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pegsccarter -> bo-kryzze
still tracking: #userpegs
tagging some mutuals @sersi @ladybokatankryze @ben--solos @bisamwilson @cal-kestis @buffysummers @sabinnewren @chrrispine @heroeddiemunson @ghouls-ghoul @sarahsmiller @bartowskis
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Coz my friend @elektraking asked, I’m going to post a snippet and a summary to a fic wip idea I had back in January. Totally randomly inspired when I was playing a game on my phone lol it’s not a lot, I know, but still
I was looking back through some old wips after talking about writing with @bisamwilson which is what led me to discovering this bit again. I dunno if it’ll be ever finished, but the idea of Bucky trying to help Sam fall back in love again is just !!!
But anyhow, I hope this cheers you up!
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Summary: It’s like the universe keeps throwing signs at Bucky to do something, to finally say and declare his feelings for one Sam Wilson.
It’s too bad Sam has recently been dumped and swearing off the holiday for good.
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It’s wedding season.
The words flash on the screen, a visual spectacle as an ad for one of his phone games plays. Even with the sound down, the shower of flower petals and soft pastel colors flood the video.
But phone game ads aside, in some of the store windows and aisles in the grocery store, pinks and reds bloom, hearts strewn about.
Maybe, it’s not quite wedding season, but Valentine’s Day is among us.
#personal#my writing#sambucky#its not a lot I know but writing in general has been hard for me the last few years so#Definitely feels like the start of a story though lol feel free to imagine what you will I guess
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