embroider hats

anonymous asked:

Steve comes really close to dying but doesn't?

Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory by hitlikehammers

Steve breathes, and thinks that this would be okay—thinks that, like this, in this; so much ruin and so much death: he thinks that if he gets anything at all, at the end of the line, he’ll be lucky.

He sees the echoes; the failures of the past. He sees Bucky, sees missed chances, sees an opportunity to make it right—in his own head, his own heart, before it all goes dark.

Steve thinks, of all the dying boons he could know: this is more than generous.

Project Kraken by cobaltmoony, Unforth (tentacles)

It’s so cold.

So incredibly cold.

And as determined as Captain Rogers is to survive, the whiny, weak, all-too-human part of him knows the truth.

He’s going to freeze to death.

And then - crack, crack, crack - there’s someone outside his icy prison. Rescue has come. Rogers is going to survive this, he’s going to be alright, he’s going to see the war through, retrieve the Tesseract, do his duty…

…see Peggy again…

…but never Bucky, because Bucky is dead…

…and the ice over his face fractures.

His savior is revealed.

A man wearing a hat embroidered with the many-tentacled skull of Hydra.

Some things are worse than dying…

The Thirteen Letters by dropdeaddream & WhatAreFears

Womb to tomb, sweetheart.

This Is My Last Breath by FlyByNightGirl

War stories, laughter, dances, disasters, stars. Family, fall out boy, falling, nightmares and two broken hearts.

(There’s a double love story about two boys with 70 missing years in between - somehow Sergeant James Barnes became The Winter Soldier, and this is how.)

We Should Get Jerseys by castiowl

Bucky’s attempt to make it through another semester of grad school is greatly hindered when he accidentally buys a haunted sword off Craigslist from Steve Rogers, resident hermit. Find within: knitting clubs, ghosts, baristas, secret organizations, and weekly dinner parties.

Project Kraken

Art and fic collaboration for the Captain America Reverse Big Bang!

  • Artist: @cobaltmoony (@cobaltmoonysart )
  • Author: @unforth-ninawaters​ (AO3)
  • Fic Rating: Explicit
  • Art Rating: Explicit
  • Word count: 5,199 words (of approx. 100,000)
  • Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
  • Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peggy Carter, Wilhelm Reinhardt, Original Male and Female Characters, many other canon characters mentioned or featured briefly
  • Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Past Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Peggy Carter
  • Additional Tags: Canon Divergence post Captain America: The First Avenger; Graphic Depictions of Physical and Psychological Torture, PTSD, Aftermath of Torture, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Two Person Love Triangle, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Steve Rogers PoV, Consentacles

Summary:

It’s so cold.

So incredibly cold.

And as determined as Captain Rogers is to survive, the whiny, weak, all-too-human part of him knows the truth.

He’s going to freeze to death.

And then - crack, crack, crack - there’s someone outside his icy prison. Rescue has come. Rogers is going to survive this, he’s going to be alright, he’s going to see the war through, retrieve the Tesseract, do his duty…

…see Peggy again…

…but never Bucky, because Bucky is dead…

…and the ice over his face fractures.

His savior is revealed.

A man wearing a hat embroidered with the many-tentacled skull of Hydra.

Some things are worse than dying…

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Art is not yet posted - wait for iiiiiiiiit :)

Read Chapter 1 on AO3 - new chapters post every other day (odd numbered days through the month of June)

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Even though Isabella and Ferdinand disagreed with the Moors on the matter of religion, as well as their culture, and fought against them, both monarchs liked Moorish elements in fashion and architecture, which they implemented into their lives, as we can read in „Isabel the Queen” by Peggy K. Liss:

The queen wore a scarlet cloak of Moorish design, a velvet outer skirt, velvet and brocade underskirts, and, under a broad-brimmed black hat, thickly embroidered, her hair was caught in a silk net. She sat on a brown mule, its blanket made of gold-embroidered satin and its silver saddle richly gilded. She was accompanied by ten ladies and some thirty male retainers; and she was met with an unprecedented display blending respect and enthusiasm. Fernando, equally on display and astride a fine horse, greeted her with warmth and ceremony. The king wore for the occasion a loose brocade robe over short yellow satin skirts, a crimson vest, a plumed hat, and a scimitar. Los reyes once again demonstrated that other sorts of acceptance do not necessarily accompany taking up the material aspects of another culture. Immediately behind Fernando was Lord Scales, and while to the Castilian eye Fernando’s skirts, hat, and scimitar were not novel, Scales “looked very pompous and strange.”