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“So, here I am, sitting at today’s desk, monitoring the frenzied chaos of numbers on my dual-screen setup as I watch Tanya shake her waist back around the counter after placing my quad espresso with two pumps of sugar free vanilla and one long pump of sugary sweet cinnamon at my table. The world of stocks is my domain and anywhere I mount iPads is my playground. Today I find myself explaining my world to my cousin Mark, a budding economist, 'Mark, just imagine it as your telemarketing job, sell the market to yourself.'
‘What?’ Mark questioned
The analogy got away from me, but I didn’t say a word. Instead, I took another sip of my cold, forgotten coffee, laughed, and began to weave the jargon-filled life of a trader into something Mark could digest. 'Tell the market, we telemarket, see Mark, we mark ‘em quick.' He chuckled, shaking his head. I continued, 'You drive a hard bargain, don’t discard it, Marx would spark it slick.' Marx, he knew, Economics 101, right?
My tactics were simple - and from what I’ve learned it’s the simplest of methods that prove successful. I mean hey, you just have to do three things well. Buy. Sell. Repeat. It's a slick market, and you gotta be just as slick. He nodded, understanding creeping into his eyes. I went on, speaking about how some take leaps of faith, buy that 'ticket to the top' and sometimes drop it as quick as a hot potato - or as Mark likes to say, 'pot-ah-to.'
I vividly recall his laughter echoing from his empty sublet office, the glow of the screens illuminating from the game room next door. From talking the thrilling highs of a 'stock throttle' to the grim reality of a market crash, it was a strange and oddly therapeutic session. Looking back, I realize that this seemingly mundane day became the genesis of my lyrical journey into the world of stocks."
— Excerpt from Mark It Quick: Chronicles of the Stock Savants by Glttr&Grm
Christmas time is finally here!
info + schedule below the cut!
This event will consist of 12 Christmas fics (fluff, smut, etc) and will start on December 2nd and go on into the 24th! A fic will be posted every 2 days.
There will be 7 oneshots and a short series with 5 parts! 4 of the oneshots have already been written, so if you want to request a Christmas fic, don't hesitate to send the idea in!
That being said REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
Be sure to message me if you'd like to be a part of the taglist for this event!
You'll be able to find this post and any fics from this post under #12 days of christmas, #christmas, and #noirsfantasy for an easy find.
Please fill free to reblog and leave comments! I hope you enjoy this Christmas event!
𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞:
12/2 - A December to Remember pt. 1
12/4 - Spilled Delights
12/6 - A Frosty Proposal
12/8 - A December to Remember pt. 2
12/10 - A Punk Rock Christmas
12/12 - Mistletoe Madness
12/14 - A December to Remember pt. 3
12/16 - It's a Beautiful Life
12/18 - Romance On Ice
12/20 - A December to remember pt. 4
12/22 - Lloyd’s Naughty Girl (minors dni!!!)
12/24 - A December to Remember pt. 5
Mr. Self Destruct 3
Part One Part Two
Warnings: Bucky’s a bastard, control, PTSD and other lovely mental issues, noncon (oral, toyplay, restraints, vaginal and anal sex)
This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: Bucky has been left by his closest friend. With no other choice, he works for Stark Industries in the name of both Stark and Rogers but before he can begin his new position, he is mandated to attend counselling. With you, the company’s resident therapist.
Note: I’m just taking a break from Tapestry for a day or two. I wanted to finish this little series first. This is just all the kink and darkness so enjoy. Love you all.
Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog if you read.
Bucky didn’t show the next day. Even as you finished up with your last patient and waited around an hour. You laughed at yourself sardonically after you’d sat back and realized what you were waiting for. You expected to find him in your bedroom again but he wasn’t there either. He was definitely in control. Not just of the sessions, but your life.
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Apostate 1
Warnings: violence, further tags to be added in next chapter.
This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You notice something about Steve.
Note: Okey dokey. Here’s the long awaited Hydra Steve! There will be a second part and this will be reblogged with tags as well. Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. If y’all want the inspo for this one, here it is. Thank you. Love you guys!
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It started with a look. Funny how the eyes could betray so much; elation, devastation, knowing. The dilation of a pupil, the glare of an iris as it caught the light, the dullness that could mute feigned surprise.
Steve was a bad actor, or perhaps it was an unusual slip. Perhaps there was more to the performance; a secret harboured so long it grew light and easy. That it no longer took great effort to carry.
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Apostate 2
Warnings: violence, needles, nonconsensual sex. (<— hey you see that, that’s a warning, please heed it.)
This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You awake to a startling revelation.
Note: Special shoutout to @buckybarnesplumwhore and @opheliadawnwalker3 who listened to me rant about this idea and I forgot to mention them before so shame on me. This is the conclusion of this two-parter and there is unlikely to be more but as always, it’s never impossible.
Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. If y’all want the inspo for this one, here it is. Thank you. Love you guys!
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You awoke to voices. An argument distant as your eyelids refused to part more than a slit. You were weak, your throat burned, and your head pulsed. You laid on something cold and hard. The light was bright and blinding and your eyes watered as you fought to open them wider. Your arm was heavy as you dragged it over your torso and touched your cheekbone, bruised from the brick wall.
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Castle of the Black Sheep
Randomly got this idea lol
Word Count: 1.6k
The castle stood on its own, lost to time and memory. A maiden, locked inside, awaited anyone who would save her; but as time passed on, there was nothing she could do but sleep. Her eyes drifted and the world around her eased her into a soft slumber, one she assumed wouldn’t be disturbed.
Below the castle walls, at the door, stood one another brave enough to suffer the treachery of the Calded Castle touched the door. He gazed behind him, seeing what was in his wake. The dragon’s tattered wings flopped on the ground, the breeze shifted them slightly as the creature could no longer move itself. The deed was done, now the reward was just within grasp.
The hero opened the door and towered the castle in search of the maiden who lay in an uncertain sleep. The castle whistled a soft melody to him while he ascended the dank corridors. Eventually, he found a set of doors that had to hold the maiden behind them. Decorated with dark orange trim, the design painted an image of a fantasy he could have only assumed was false. His hand graced the inscription and he felt its reality within his palm. He pushed open the door and entered the door with a certain delicacy. It was then his eyes laid on the maiden.
At his appearance, she suddenly shot up. Her hair, unkempt as it was, stuck up and bounced as she moved. Her eyes darted around her and soon her face morphed in a realization.
“This is strange…” She went to her window and opened it, leaning out. A loud sigh followed her voice. “No… he’s really gone.”
The hero blinked and watched her curiously. “Pardon me, but I’m unsure of what you refer to.”
The maiden looked, examining his features quickly. Her eyes went up and down his figure until she gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “Let me explain.” She got up, danced around the room where she blew an unlit candle.
It came to life and followed it were the lights of the rest of the candles. The room bloomed color from the flames and now it was nothing like the gray exterior of the outside. The maiden sat on the bed she once rested on and put her hands together to pray as she spoke.
“I am the maiden with which you came to save. You understood what you had to do, but not the reasons behind those actions. So hear me, as I will speak the words behind your journey.” She put her hands down and looked at the hero. “My damned title is the Maiden of Black Sheep. Your journey here was to kill a dragon that trapped me within these castle walls; I am free, but now my protector is gone.”
“Protector? That fearsome dragon could be nothing more than a monster!”
“Ah, as you would feel. He’s a monster to you because you fear him, but we all fear and that fear must be contained somewhere.” She got up and retrieved a book. “Where do all your worries go when you feel them leave your shoulder? Where do your tears fall after they’ve shed? How do you recover from your grief? It is a black sheep you seek. Those feelings must go somewhere and if not me, then where would they go?”
The hero held himself back listening to her. “You mean to say you’re some God of sorrow?”
“No, of course not. I am simply the mistakes everyone wishes to forget, or more simply, I am the fault of everyone’s pain. Not literally, of course, just the image of it so you all can recover. Without it, man would have surely turned their pain inward and destroyed their very fabric of being.”
“How can you say that! Man has dealt with pain their entire life and you mean to tell me there’s one person who controls all of it?”
“You’re not hearing me, but you answer your own confusion. Because you don’t understand, you yell at me, and I’m fine with that. So please, take your frustrations out on me, it does me nothing but good if you do.”
The hero found himself at a loss. Unable to understand the words out of the woman’s mouth, he grew more and more agitated listening to her. His efforts seemed in vain if this was his end result.
“But, the words of my tale do not end… Now that you have smited my dear one, you must lead me to another dear one. A precious soul I can bond with in order to maintain my own sanity.” She got up and approached him. She closed the space between them and stood meer inches away from his face. “It is said, the smiter had to become the one, but… I’m not fond of you. I would assume you’re not fond of me either.”
“How clairvoyante of you.”
She smiled pulling on the twists of her hair while twirling back to her bed. “Please, it was you who bumbled into this castle without even thinking about what you were getting. If fame was all you wanted, there were a plentious amount of other things you could have done, but instead you murdered my dear one. His soul has transferred elsewhere and I must find it before I grow mad with despondency.” She huffed.
Curil stared at her and his eyes narrowed. “I’m sure your spirits will remain rather high. Unchanging really. You seem more than unbothered by the idea of this happening; in fact, it seems as if you already knew this would come, so you seem more than prepared.”
The hero went to open the door, and seconds after he did, a sword crashed down into the door slicing into his shoulder. The width of the blade made it easy to cut deep. His arm, nearly severed at the limb, hung off his body. He crashed to the ground in agony while his warm blood pooled around him. His struggling turned to desperate twitching as he clung to life.
The maiden stepped over his body and spoke to the destroyed door. “They have awoken… from the silence.” Her hands rose. Her palms faced the door. “Destroyer of my hope, what is your name?”
The noise of everything around the heroes faded into a mesh of muffled sounds, but he could hear her voice as if he were fine. His mouth gurgled blood, but he got out; “Curil.”
“Ah, Curil.” He saw a white light glow from her hands. “Apologizes for the late start. I admit, I’m a little annoyed that I got a human, not another beautiful, wondrous creature. However, I cannot leave others in agony as they do me, the way of the world would tip out of control. So, I will save your life; but in doing so I am tied to you.”
As Curil’s gaze faded, he saw an unusual weapon. A large wooden handle slid into The Maiden’s hands and the blade at the top curved like a crescent moon. For a moment, Curil believed he was watching the night sky.
“My name is Cassie. Bound to you by the agony of man, I will do everything in my power to see your success. I will not let you die unless my own life is silenced. That I promise.”
Cassie left his sight and all Curil could hear was the cries of the monster that injured him, the ground shook with a violet force and soon he felt a growing pain in his arm.
“Gah!” From the pit of his stomach, a guttural scream followed the repair of the injury.
Flashing with an intense throbbing, his arm slowly mended itself back together. With every blow he heard, another part of his arm reattached to his body. He groaned, his teeth threatened to crack, but he took deep breaths as the pain went on.
“Slowly, Curil, open your eyes.” Cassie’s words followed a soft touch in his face.
His eyes opened and he saw Cassie above him. Her face wasn’t the immature disposition he had seen her hold before. She appeared regal, despite the unkempt appearance she still had. It was then Curil felt his other arm. He shot up and touched it fervently.
Cassie laughed and Curil could see her one strange image return.
“Do you believe me now? Is your agony gone?”
Curil took a breath. “I… can’t say for sure.”
“Well perhaps this would change your mind.” She presented her arm.
The sleeve draped past her hands and all Curil could see was blood dripping from the cloth. The blood started from her shoulder; it was nothing short of identical to the wound he just sustained.
“How is that possible?”
“Because of what I explained. I already told you, being considered a black sheep, I was left here to welcome the feelings that everyone else must let go. However, if it’s left in the open it would turn into a monster… surely. So, I absorb these feelings, they manifest within my body and soul while everyone else—who doesn’t deserve it—gets to relish in a sweet relief.”
“That is crazy, how do you sustain yourself if this is the case? Are you a goddess?”
She sighed. “Of course not, why would I be here if I were a Goddess?” She scoffed. “No, I’m a regular human but I need something like that beautiful creature you murdered to maintain sanity.” She groaned and stood up. “Do you understand now?”
Curil looked off. “I believe so… this is my fault so you want me to fix it?”
With her hands proudly on her hips, she nodded. “Yes.” She faced him and a look unlike the others she had given him, she held a certain intensity Curil couldn’t describe. “I have no need for your existence. I do not need you. However, you are what I was given, so I’ll use it as I require.”
Instead of what I'm currently doing, this was my original project for this month, so I'll just post it as it was. Just know this isn't what I'm doing, but feel free to try it yourself if you want.
So, I'm starting this super early since I know myself very well, but at this particular moment (Jan 16) I'm extremely stressed out and feel like the world around me is imploding.
I won't get too much into it since no one cares, but I got an idea about the month of February since, guess what, I will be as single as I have always been this year too!
However, I do love romance and could be described as a helpless romantic. Because of this, I wanted to do something related to Valentine's day, but also to do for the whole month.
So I thought of this!
Showcasing Ship Dynamics
In this, I guess series, I'll be writing a short story for ship dynamics I love, that I see online, or maybe you guys can suggest to me.
That's right; if you think this is interesting, reply, reblog, all the good tumblr stuff and tell me some of your favorite ship dynamics. If I can actually get a good idea, I'll consider writing a story for it and share some of the love we might never experience, have experienced, or daydream about experiencing.
I don't actually have a favorite ship dynamic, because I just like love however it presents itself. Love is love in my book and all healthy forms of it are something I want to see more of!
So, if you're seeing this post, know it's because my lazy ass actually made more than five (realistically 20) stories and has a general idea about what I have left.
So, here's the starting list:
Anxious girl x Cheery Boy
Anxious Boy x Cheery Girl
The Scared Pair
Willing to try anything x Unsure and Cautious
Nerd x Normal
Professional x Unprofessional
Goofy x brooding
Innocent x The one with the bubble wrap
Sensual x Nervous Wreck
Monster x Human (and not in the sexualized way)
Flirt x The brick wall they're talking to
Aggressive x Passive
The Danger x Getting in Danger
Gentlemen x Gentlewoman
Curious x Knowledgeable
Cute x Mature
Famous x Not Famous
Suger Pill x Unstable
Poker Face x Poker Face
Competitive
Organized x Chaos
Country x City
Talks too much x Doesn't talk enough
(The classic) Black Cat x Golden Retriever
Spooky x Scared
Opposites don't attract (for future ref: I mean like Bushi and Cassie who are very much alike and almost closer than family.)
Love to Hate
Rule Bound x Delinquent
Childhood Lovers
And just to keep it inclusive, I'll be making the pairs random genders (unless specified or based on my own stories) because your sex or gender doesn't describe the kind of love you have.
I'll be using a random number generator to see the pronouns of each character and I'll go from there (fair warning however, I identify as a cis het woman, and though I have family members who are openly gay, I personally have not experienced anything else. So if something is a bit off, I will apologize in advance, but I'll try my hardest to represent everyone properly.)
I really want to do this, but knowing me, I'll either give up halfway or never even properly start, but... I will try my best to get this posted.
I hope everyone enjoys and knows that even if you're alone this Valentine's Day, I'm giving you love and I hope you can find people in your life who you can give your love too 💞
-Miss Ann 🍂