Hey Everyone.

In memory of Sokovia

A little oneshot I thought about while writing Zemo- I’ve decided to put it here.

Zemo tells an audience of children all about Sokovia, how the earth there was rich and matted, and all around them tall grass would spin out crackling sounds.

That if you walk far enough into the rising mountains, till you could only see the tops of the low terrace houses and the smoke spiraling up lazily from your house chimney, and you closed your eyes: you’d hear the rise and fall of hissing grass, they’d turn in huge ocean waves as the wind blew.

He would name all the mountain ridges, from the snowy peaks, all the way to the parts where the ice melted and trickled down into streams, gathering into cold rivers and bubbling springs. The water would be a pale green from afar, and a hazy yellow up close, reflecting the small brown rocks that lined the bottom.

He’d tell them that where the river mouth was, the water was flowing clear and crisp, and children used to drink from it and catch tadpoles. A kilometer down, where the bustle of the town was, the river would be sun-warmed and algae infested, swirling lazily around and releasing the deep grassy perfume of the hills, saturating the air. In summer this was even more so.

When the plum and apple trees were ripe you could pick the fruits as they came bobbing down the river. The children would stand at the banks and fish them out with long nets, and even those that were partially rotten would be taken back home.

When the sun rose you could hear the song of the Stieglitz- the goldfinches, all across the valley. And the Gimplel with their red bellies and the Blaumeise, the rotund little scoundrels with their small beaks.

There’d be roads of crunching gravel and houses built on hills, stacked up like a mound of uneven books, the steps and rooftops cascading down into flatland where the bridge crosses the river and meets land.

You could harvest berries from the mountains, any berry was the right one, all were ripe and burst into sugary water in your mouth. You could pluck them straight from the stems, collect bunches and bunches, eating and spitting out the seeds as you went.

When the apple flowers bloomed he would wear crowns of them in his hair, spun by the maids that worked for his mother and father. They smelt delicate and sweet, like roses but without the dampness, and just a hint of fresh apple skins. When he was young he had thought they were cherry blossoms, for they looked so much alike. And he would tell the children in a conspiratorial whisper, that these were better than cherry blossoms, for they flourished for months and months instead of a mere week.

And then the children, in wonder and amazement, would tug at his sleeves, asking him to point out his country on the map. Zemo’s gaze would drift away, his face would settle into the mould of its suffering... Sokovia was gone from the maps, would only exist in his memory.

Slowly, the children would see that he was drifting away, they would lose interest and run away to play together, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Sitting alone, Zemo thinks of fires burning and towns flying, snow melting under tremendous heat. He remembers water evaporating, berries and flowers crushed under stampeding feet, and the smell of smoke. The grass is no more, the roads and the rooftops are no more, they’ve been covered by wet concrete.

HI ARE YOU LONELY?

sorry i just wanted to tell you that i love the way you write tqm

AHHH THANK YOU <3 <3 <3 I'm actually planning on putting something else out today (the 2nd part to my roadtrip trilogy)- so im hyped that u like my writing! Also wanted to say, it makes my day when i scroll through the walkerbaron tag and see new posts under it XD i appreciate ur updates hehe

love u too! have a very good day 😊🍀

Where is WalkerBaron, you may ask?

...it’s somewhere

I’m currently working on my main fic now and haven’t got time to write crack 🥲

UNFORTUNATE!!!

However, I do have the entire storyline of my main fic planned out (Act 1, of course). All I need to do is write it. After writing it, I am planning to go through 2-3 rounds of complete editing and revamping before releasing it. During the editing process I am going to seek feedback/advice from my sibling and friends. This is projected to take around 3-4 months.

I might start to use this blog as a way to keep my characterization consistent and log my mistakes as they happen. Right now, writing the first draft, I’m not going to look back. I know my writing is shit, I don’t care, I just need to get it out ASAP and at least have a product to work on.

Additionally, I think it is also important for me to continue reading books in order to help with sharpening my writing skills. After each draft I’m probably going to read 1 book and apply the new skills to the next draft.

In the meantime, maybe I’ll post a crack or two here? Although rn I’m not confident about the quality of my product.

As always uhhhhh drop me an ask anytime :) I’m always up to satisfy curiosity 😛😝

OH GOD HAVE I HAD ‘LET PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS’ DISABLED THE WHOLE TIME? OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

I’m so sorry y’all

I think you can send asks now

😅🤣

Amazing work!

6000년만에 메이저잡엇으니까 ㅈㄴ 쳐먹기만할계획

Bro…… you are me……. I am you…….

Am I the only one who usually is only capable of shipping one person for one fandom, although I may like a lot of the other characters very much?

* By “shipping” here I mean actively spending time searching gay ships centered around that character and reading fanfics.

(I’m only talking about myself, who’s incapable of shipping heterosexual couples)

For the MCU, although I love most of the heros and villains and even, uh, just normal citizens, I’ve been only interested in Bucky centered ships.

That being said, now here comes the first exception: now I just desperately need some Wenwu gay ships……

I’m lonely

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

do it, I fucking dare you

Simu Liu I need an explanation

(translation on right: my dad is more handsome than your dad)

Bro this needs more attention, SO CUTE

Cue me realizing that there’s a ‘continue reading’ function to tumblr posts and that people are having to scroll for 30 seconds just to reach the end of my long ass fics

I am so sorry for driving my six-meter bus of WalkerBaron directly into the parking lot that is your feed