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Hey, all you OC creators and writers out there. I made my own server for all OC related stuff. You can join by clicking the link below, or if for some reason that doesn’t work for you, then you may message me privately for the link. I hope you all will join and connect with other OC enthusiasts.

https://discord.gg/nqUjyG6

— At this point, I’m just trying to get home. I don’t deserve saving. — Well, that’s too bad, because I firmly believe in second chances.

Come Wind, Come Weather Chapter 27: Rescue - November 1, 1943 (AO3)

The world didn’t seem real right then, and he only focused on himself, rather than the others. He couldn’t save them unless he saved himself, right?

“Right.” a voice said. He looked over to see a scrawny guy leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as he grinned at Bucky. “You got a lot of people depending on you, Buck.”

“Steve?” he asked, his throat dry and his voice cracking. Steve nodded, pushing off the wall. Bucky lost him for a second in the shadow; but instead of Steve coming out of the dark, he saw a different blonde.

“You can’t save me if you don’t live.” Lu said with a gentle smile. She laid a hand on his cheek, but he couldn’t feel it over the pain. 

“Well you saved me first, Doc.” he said. Her hand moved to his chest, tapping his dog tags.

“Turnaround’s fair play, sergeant.” she said. Something flashed in his memory - Sergeant James Barnes. 32557038. 

“32557038.” he murmured. She nodded, patting his sternum again. The touch felt like it was from a ghost.

“That’s right, Bucky.” she said. He blinked for a second. Bucky? She never called him Bucky. He didn’t think she even knew that name for him. Something wasn’t right.

It’s all @joasakura ‘s fault XD.

I was bored, so I made a little thing for my idiots. Probably the polaroids on the wall of their bedroom XD.

Ash and Kasey // Ash and Tommy

I wanted to make something for the great @ocfairygodmother​ to thank her for her kind words on my edits, and her kindness with the OC community in general. Her nice comments on Fragments was the occasion…

So, here it is for you, Jan, Ruthie and Jamie, from Entreat Me Not To Leave.

Come Wind, Come Weather Chapter 26: Arms - October 18, 2014 (AO3)

“What are we extracting?” Winter said. Cero didn’t like the way they volleyed questions at her, back and forth. It made her have to switch the tone of her answers with each one, which made her feel unbalanced. She was the mission leader, she was supposed to be commanding the conversation, and yet somehow she felt like they were a half step ahead of her - and laughing at her behind their hands. 

The inevitable question. This is the one she was actually ready for. “Something valuable to Nought, that will affect how things play out should any future issues arise.” she said. Perfect cryptic tone, perfect creepy smile. But all that was lost on them.

“Technology.” Summer said, short and unimpressed. But also, wrong.

“No. Think a little more basic.” she said. This answer was also part of her plan. 

“Arms.” Winter tried the next likely answer. Perfect. 

“You could say that.”

Introducing SHIELD Agent Camryn Simmons.

Follow her journey in Loyalties Lie.

“I’ve got eyes on the target,” she said, spotting the exact man she was looking for by the entrance.

“I’m engaging,” she said hastily, ignoring the protests of the woman on the other end.

“Do not engage! I repeat, do not engage with Loki!”

But it was too late.

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May the Force Be With You, Always

White House Rules: An Upcoming Scandal Fic

Hollie Foster has everything she could want; a great apartment, a large social circle, and a cushy job as an aide to First Lady, Mellie Grant. It’s only when Hollie catches feelings for Mellie, and Mellie takes notice, that things become scandalous.

 🕸️ Fragments (part one of the Dancing with the Devil series) - Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time. 🕸️

The Little Girl met Archer about six months after her arrival at the lab. At that time, the Little Girl no longer existed, she was nothing more than vague memories, words spoken in a soft voice, smells, sounds and images that tended to seem like a confused dream. She was Aislin and nothing else for six months, it was written on the metal bracelet attached to her wrist. At first she had looked at it with curiosity, not understanding the meaning of the word engraved on it. It was followed by a series of numbers that made no sense to her. Then she finally realized it was her. Aislin.

(I finally translated my original work in English ^^ thanks to @scienceoftheidiot!!)