Mutually Assured Destruction

1k hurt/no comfort desert duo angst. Mild mentions of death, almost like domestic abuse but like, flavored funny. Idk. I don't believe in betas so if this is bad I'm sorry. Anyway!! Enjoy!!

The first death was an accident, the second was revenge.

Grian was more than happy to share his monopoly with his soulmate, At odds constantly or not, they were still soulmates, and business partners at that. So he shared the sand, and he was even excited when they crafted tnt together. It was a new era, a dangerous era. The other soulbonds better watch out. There was something oddly nice about creating weapons of mass destruction as the strings connecting you pull back and forth. It was almost peaceful. Maybe he could share his life with Scar after all.

This thought was ripped away from him when he stepped on the block. There was no indication he’d done something wrong, no click, no pressure plate compressing, not even the sound of a rail cart. Just a hiss and darkness.

Well. Not quite, before the darkness came the pain, came the ground being ripped from underneath him and the searing ever present sensation of being ripped limb from limb. His wings had opened, attempting to pull him from the blast; they had not opened fast enough. Every feather on his wings had singed and burned. He felt every single fiber, sending shocks through him. He felt only the shock and surprise coming from Scar’s end. He did not have time to process anything other than the burning before the dark screen came.

He stared at the message in awe, dropped into a random spot in the world. It was nearly nighttime.

Grian Blew up

GoodTimeWithScar died

The chat was filled with messages, asking about traps and what happened. How did Grian explain that it had been in his own base? There was only one other pair of red names on the server, and they wouldn’t do this to him. Surely not. Big B was his secret soulmate. He wouldn’t hurt him.

Besides, he was the only one with enough tnt to do something like that. Well him and . . .Scar. How could Scar be so stupid? Setting a trap where he knew Grian would walk. He would almost think it was intentional. He stewed on that for a while, as he made his way back to the base. Trying not to die to a variety of mobs. He sent and received a variety of minor hits. Nothing too serious, but enough to let each other know how stupid they had been.

They met at the base, down in the crater, trying to look for anything that hadn’t exploded. Grian was hoping to recover some of his armor, his weapons. Just something. He was out of luck, at least their valuables (the sand and tnt) were safely stored away. Scar looked incredibly embarrassed, especially considering the mess the trap had made. He had apparently swung by where he had died to retrieve his armor and sword.

“Sorry Gri!”

“Why did you trap our base!” Grian couldn’t help the anger and indignation that colored his voice.

“It was meant to just be a test! I wanted to see if it would work. How was I supposed to know you’d come back to the base before I could get a sheep to set it off?” The edge of annoyance in his voice only made Grian angerier.

“You could’ve warned me Scar!! We’re yellow now because you.”

“Me? You stepped on the trap. You blew up.”

There wasn’t anything sheepish or shy about Scar now, he was angry, reaching for a weapon. But that little part of his mind that could still care pulled him away from it. Grian didn’t have a weapon, didn’t have armor. He ripped his off with a speed that must’ve been practiced, he shoved the current item in his hand into his inventory. This would be an even fight, if only for the sake of proving his point.

“You gonna hit me Scar? Like a child? Go ahead. It’s your life too.” There’s a look in Grian’s eyes, a sort of burning, that tells Scar this won’t be a one off thing. This is war.

So he swung. Because war was something. Was some sort of turn of events, was a way of dealing, a way of breaking the tension. The sound Grian made was almost satisfying, a huff of air and a small gasp of pain. Scar squared up, and it was oddly reminiscent of a very different battle. But they were allies then. They meant something to each other, there wasn’t this well of unspeakable anger. There wasn’t this uncrossable void. He feels the pain through their line, a single heart of damage, still enough to sting.

Grian pulls back to swing and the move pulls Scar towards him, putting him easily in range. Scar could curse that string. It’s supposed to be a safety net, pull your soulbound out of danger, protect them at any cost. The hit comes when he’s too busy thinking to get out of the way.

Another heart, how many more is Grian worth?

He pulls on Grian’s fist, turning a little as he does so, dodging, but also yanking him around. Grian’s bird bones make him fragile, slamming into the wall comes with a sound not unlike falling through twigs in a tree. He squawks loudly, one wing hanging uselessly against his body.

His screech is blood curdling, and he lashes out with sharp claws, raking them across Scar’s face, reopening long closed wounds. The pain was dizzying, knocking them both half a heart from death. He wonders if he should plead for his life, but the vindictive look on Grian’s face tells him there will be no mercy. He doesn’t deserve mercy after all.

What has Scar ever done to deserve mercy?

There is a moment where he thinks Grian will stop. Perhaps he thinks there will be some hesitation. Surely there would be some hesitation. Is your life worth destroying your enemy? Inevitably linked at the cost of your own soul. Does Grian value it all so little that he would destroy himself in the pursuit of destroying Scar?

It never should’ve been a question, the answer has always proven yes.

The Last blow doubles and triples, rebounding back and forth in waves of inevitablity, in waves of shame and barely restrained emotions. It bounces around the empty tie like a screensaver, like a constant reminder that this device is on. Do not forget. Do not burn out the battery and leave it alone.

GoodTimeWithScar was slain by Grian

Grian died

Scar opened his eyes alone, his heart red like the cord attaching him to his enemy. They were meant to be friends. At least there was one thing he could always count on. No matter how close they were meant to be, Grian and Scar would always destroy one another.

'' INSOMNIACS,,

|| pairings: james "bucky" barnes x gn!reader

|| warnings: neighbor!bucky, fluff

|| wc: 0.9k

You weren't a stranger to staying up late, the endless scrolling, the endless daydreams. It wasn't like it was a choice, you did try going to sleep, you REALLY did. But it didn't work, it ended like your last few attempts. Restlessly staring at the ceiling. You hate nights like these. So what do you do? You push yourself off the bed and grab your comfiest hoodie to head up to the roof.

You liked the roof of your apartment complex, it was quiet, birds came to visit, and the old lady across the hall planted flowers and veggies up there. Overall, it was a very peaceful place. Especially for nights like these.

As you pushed the cool metal door to the roof open, the cool night air hit your face. It wasn't harsh or rough, more gentle. Like a ghost coming up and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

With the small slap of your flip-flops, you made it to the edge, overlooking the city with a small smile on your face. Unaware of the steel blue eyes watching you from behind. James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as you've heard people say, stood motionless in the door way.

Why were you there? Why were you at the edge? Why were you on the roof at 4 in the fucking morning? His place to go after nightmares? A small huff left his nostrils as he tried to walk as quietly as he could to a different part to the roof. Looking over the edge as well, unlike you, not seeing the beauty, but seeing the possible destruction he could have caused. Even though he was broken from the Winter Soldier, even though he was free, he still–

"Bucky?"

Your voice cut through the stillness of the night, your brow quirked up in curiousity as you stared at him. He was a few feet away from you, but you could still see him. Despite his best efforts. Wait- how did you know his name? He just grunted in response.

"What're y'doing up here?" Worry etched in your tone. You knew you weren't going to jump, but Bucky was standing reaaal close to the edge. It made you worry.

"Couldn't sleep." Short 'n sweet.

"Ah. Same."

Though, Bucky's answer was.. A lie. He could sleep. In fact, he slept a little too well. Those nightmares tried to cling to him for as long as they could until he forced himself back into the world of the living.

"I come up here." Again, you cut through the silence. "A lot, actually. Insomnia-" You twirled your finger and pointed at yourself before clearing your throat. "'ve tried melatonin, doesn't work, I've tried white noise, doesn't work, I've tried everything anyone's ever recommended, and guess what-"

"Doesn't work?"

You smile up at him as he finished your thought. "Exactly right, neighbor."

A comfortable silence broke between the both of you, it wasn't stuffy or overbearing. It was nice. Calm, actually, one of calmest nights Bucky's had in a while. Usually when he had nightmares he'd just sit on the floor and stare at the wall, dissociating and what not. Today, he decided, maybe just maybe, he just needed some air. Maybe if he took a few deep breaths on the roof, he'd clear his head. Maybe feel better. Maybe have no nightmares, nor dreams. Just a pitch black head as he slept.

"You have that cat right?" Again, you cut through the silence, Bucky was determined to stay as quiet as possible. He didn't like hearing his voice, maybe he just needed to hear yours. "Yeah, the white one? She's real cute, sometimes she visits my apartment, y'know cause our windows are real close to each other? She uses the back stairs to uh, climb over."

Bucky knew of his girls curiosity and how she'd climb out the window to explore. At first, he was worried and would lock the window, but that just left her to yowl at it.. And it made him feel bad. Felt like he was HYDRA and Alpine was him, messed him up for a bit.

"She steals my snacks, I don't mind though! I mean, she doesn't steal 'em, I give them to her!" You fidgeted with your hoodies drawstrings, a nervous smile on your face. "Sorry if I'm ruinin' your calm and talking too much, I talk a lot, I know it gets anno-"

"It's not annoying," Bucky's eyes looked over to you, his gaze soft as he kept his hands in his pockets. "I.. I don't really like the quiet. Feels stuffy, I'd rather you talk."

This made you smile wider, your hands started fidgeting and twirling your drawstrings even more. "Awesome, so uh-"

You started to ramble on about your latest interest, and gradually the two of you would end up sitting down on the roofs floor, your backs leaning against the railways of the roof. Bucky's eyes still locked on you as you kept yapping, as the hours passed by, you grew quieter and quieter, and soon enough? You fell asleep. And much to Bucky's surprise, he fell asleep as well.

Yes, it was at 4 AM, but the both of you would wake up at 8, 4 hours is better than nothing or nightmare-filled sleep! Bucky'll have to find you on the roof again tomorrow night.

Your voice seemed to be the only thing to calm his mind.

|| i love writing for bucky, it may be SUUUPER ooc, but idk, hes silly, i love him, current comfort character (as well as keigo, dw my mha fans i still love him)

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fallen-w1ngs

1 year ago

If somehow you haven’t seen by now, while the Super Bowl is being aired, Israel is striking Rafah.

The people of Palestine had been told to go there, they were promised it was safe.

And while this is happening, even though earlier several tags on Palestine were trending, only one or two are now.

I haven’t written any posts personally on Palestine myself. I didn’t feel I had anything to add here aside from reblogging and boosting whatever I can but please. We can’t forget Palestine or its people especially now.

This has gone on too long and gone much much too far MANY times and now is when we need to push harder.

Many of the heads of Western countries are either beating around the bush and wasting time, or outright denying the things the Palestinian people don’t have the privilege to ignore. They don’t have the choice to look away from their pain, or the pain of friends, family, neighbors, their country. And even through all of this they’re still trying their damn hardest just to live. And we all need to listen.

So now, especially if you live in a western country like I do, now we step it up a notch. Now is the time if you haven’t already to read up on Palestinian history. Listen to what the people of Palestine are saying. Hold firm on the boycott like never before. Any and every way you can donate, do it. eSIMs, aid, anything that will reach. Save as much evidence as you can. Videos, articles. Don’t let Zionists pretend all of this never happened.

Even if you think there’s nothing you can do, I’m telling you, keep going. Even if you feel you can only give a little, if we all give a little together it becomes much more.

Hit imperialism where it hurts. In the wallet. Follow the BDS instructions, find protests in your area if you can, boost as much information about Palestine as you can find, call your reps, and do not lose hope. The people of Palestine are not dead. They are holding on even through all this and we all owe it to them to do the same.

A Free Palestine will happen in our lifetimes. But it will be hard fought. So go out there and fight hard! The governments can’t hide from their own people forever. The companies can’t bleed cash forever. The people will win. So push until we do. Do not look away. Free Palestine

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fallen-w1ngs

1 year ago

Daily toast

Eepy boy.

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fallen-w1ngs

10 months ago

working on how i’d draw LMK characters

so i’m making my own references

Here is Redson ᯽

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6 months ago

What Joel wanted vs. what he got

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4 months ago

New year and im still obsessed with hawks.

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1 year ago

wukong being possessive of the ones he loves but not in a obsessive love yandere way but in a loser that gets jealous really easily way. like mk getting mentored by macaque and wukong’s like “ehmmm what the flipflop” and is talking to mk like “i’m like such a good mentor like 1000x better than that emo guy.” like for 0 reason and mks like “oh my god are you serious” after getting a mountain collapsed on him for the fifteenth time. wukong getting oddly possessive of tripitaka on the journey when zhu bajie comes to the journey like “hey i’m like soooooo much better than zhu bajie on godd” while tripitakas about to get kidnapped by some other demon. by the end of the journey wukong gets really attached to everyone and is desperately tryna convince them to live in ffm. and then with macaque he’d be talking to some other guy and wukongs like. “ehm actually that’s MY warrior” and he notices himself end up doing it when they’re enemies and macaques like “dude wtf is ur problem” and wukongs just like “i fuckin hate u hoe” and then proceeds to just do the same thing over and over again. possessive wukong but he’s scared that his friends will abandon him bc he’s been abandoned so often (by macaque and when the pilgrims died) that he refuses to let it happen again.

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6 months ago

// WILD LIFE EP 5 SPOILERS