{ autoplay warning }everything that kills me makes me feel alive

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hey dudes sorry for the lack of activity. i’ve been over on dean and got Until Dawn yesterday plus work. and my computer is being a giant asshole

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ok a y i have 5 more drafts and then starters to do, but i’m actually having a really hard time keeping my eyes open so i’m going to head to bed. not sure how much i’ll be on tomorrow night since i work [i think] 8:30 monday and i’m closing tomorrow night. but i do have tuesday off so i will most definitely be around then.

if anyone wants to plot or something PLEASE hit me up. i really would like to get more going with Steves. Bucky misses having a Steve to bother

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walkingitcff

“ I see – so you tell me to do things that     you fail to do yourself? Why? Why, do      you believe I deserved redemption when      you do not? Because of my age? News for        you — I had blood on my hands long before          HYDRA got a hold of me.”   He and Wand had been twelve years old, almost thirteen   and they had been searching a dumpster when a homeless   man attacked, trying to rape his sister. They had gotten away   but Pietro went back — and beat the man’s head in with a brick.   Even if the would do it again, it had been a weight he carried all   these years and now add his victims from his time as an assassin?    Then here is a man who was a war hero, the right hand of Captain    America and his best friend ( Pietro had been to the Smithsonian ).    If he did not believe himself worthy of redemption – why should Pietro? “ Not to mention a few men during the two years HYDRA held my sister     and I. Or the fact I helped a mad robot destroy my homeland and nearly      the world. That alone should have been enough to keep me in my grave.”

❝Because there’s still hope for you, Pietro.❞

     It wasn’t something easy to admit to. Talking about anything involving      his time as the Winter Soldier or the things he had done or withstood      under HYDRA’s hand. He was the guy that would pretend he was fine      to everyone, try to convince them he was doing okay when really he      barely held himself together. Pietro was different, though. He saw too      much of himself in the man, saw the broken edges too clearly when      others would see him just being withdrawn. James didn’t want to see      Pietro head down the same road he was on. If only one of them could      be saved from it all, he wanted it to be Pietro.

❝The things you did to get blood on your hands   was with good intentions. You hadn’t thought   you were destroying the world. You thought   you were saving it. I know what I was doing   then. I tried to kill my best friend, would have   if he hadn’t managed to get through to me in   the last seconds. I killed people I knew, good   men and women. And I see it all everyday,   everything they did to me and made me do.   I’ve got decades of what they did to you,   decades of blood on my hands. You can still   wash yours clean. You can still move on with   your life and have something good. Me? End   of the day, I’m still the weapon they created,   only I know it now. So no.. I don’t let Steve   in because he doesn’t need to see this and   he doesn’t need to blame himself even more   than he already does for not being able to   grab my hand before I fell off the train.❞

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gemellimorti

Now that was strange. Had something transpired while she was gone?  Did Roscoe tell him something he was not suppose to? Panic clutched  at her chest in fear that Roscoe had indeed revealed too much about   them too soon and now James was upset with her because she had lied  to him. No, she had to trust in her twin. He would take their secret to the   grave if she asked if of him. 

 “Is everything alright, darling?”

     He stared at her once the question was asked. There      were a lot of things wrong, but none of them he wanted      to actually discuss. The only thing he wanted to do was      go to bed...and not lay in bed beside her. James wasn’t      entirely sure what Roxanne was up to, but he knew      everyone in the house seemed to be keeping secrets.      It wasn’t like he could actually comment, but in his      mind the secrets were far different. At least his were      life and death related. Her’s he could only assume had      to do with someone else she was seeing.

❝Fine. Trying to go get some sleep.❞

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hellspuppet

stone cold ivories remain locked upon the other as his lower lip  c u r l s  into his teeth. the man  takes  witness  to  the  ominous  shadow  which  moment by moment  DEVELOPS  features  under  the  sunlight. first, dean  notes  the long & unkempt hair of the man then the ARM. there is a  s t e a d y inhale as gaze returns upward once  more. VACANT, there  was  no  sign  of  anything for the man to feed off of & that’s what makes him keep his  weapon  at  bay. this man ( thing for all he knows ) could be a  n e w  generation croatoan. the being didn’t show signs of anything human like, not behavior in  any  manner.   it reminded dean of what HE himself had become in a way, it was like almost a darker reflection & it was unnerving. most human beings would flinch away  from the sight of a weapon  d r a w n, point blank & ready to be  FIRED. most  would find any kind of COMPROMISE with the fearless leader but  this  one ? nothing, there was no flinch; there was no fear. it was all ROBOTIC. 

                  ( great, let’s hope lucifer didn’t go all terminator here. )

                                   ❛ wanna tell me who t’hell y’are ? 

     The best thing that could have happened to him was the      day when the virus hit. All his training had been what got      him out of HYDRA’s hands that very day. Where most      people were turning into croatoans, the asset had been      able to figure out that the situation required deadly action.      One thing that had been drilled into his mind was his survival.      He was the important aspect of HYDRA, but there had been      one issue. Once he had fled and saved himself, he had no      mission. He had no place to go, nothing to do, no one to      kill except more croats that he crossed paths with. It was      the same for him. It wasn’t what he had been properly      trained for. Most people seemed to avoid him, not that he      could blame them. They saw some off about him. Something      less than human. It was the same way that Dean was looking      at him, but this man was different. This man didn’t look      scared. In fact he wanted answers, but James had none to      give him. Hollow eyes stared at the gun, watching it closely.      A hand slipped down to his pants, fingers gripping the handle      of his knife to pull it out slowly.

❝No.❞

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okay i am dropping some of my older threads. mostly the ones that were moving slow or didn’t really have a lot going on. don’t think this means i don’t want to write with you, however. i can promise that i still do, it’s just something with a bit more action or character development or evne feels seems to keep mine & bucky’s attention better.

so if your thread was dropped or not answered[trying to answer all my drafts tonight], please don’t take it personal and if you would still like to rp let me know!

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manipulaticn

[ text ]: 10 more minutes [ text ]: i promise 10 minutes

( it’ll be at least 30 )

[ txt | Wanda]: don’t take too long or you’re not getting any of my butter ;)

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shieldwielder

        “I can leave, if that makes it easier.          I just wanted, needed, to know that          you are alright. You were the one          who pulled me out of the river, right?”

❝No you don’t... need to leave. It’s just..   weird I guess. Getting used to everything   and accepting what happened. Not exactly   the kind of thing they prepare you for in   boot camp.

  Yeah.. I pulled you out. I couldn’t just leave   you there to die. Not after everything you did   to try to save me.❞

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dangertohimself

SHOTS; oh now we were talking  r i g h t  up the winchester’s alley. there is a smirk coming to broaden it’s self across freckled facade as the challenge was pushed on the table. of COURSE, he is going to take this & run with it, even if  t h e r e  was a possibility he was going to  lose. but  like  hell  dean would just bow away from a challenge. 

               ❛ i hope y’got y’self another spoon because there                     is no way in hell ‘m lettin’ y’beat me in shots. ❜

dean honestly would fight bucky for the ice cream, even if he didn’t have to. at least it wasn’t PIE; there would have been a world war dean. taking his rise, the winchester claps together his hands & rubs them. 

                                    ❛ ‘ll get the glasses. ❜

❝You do realize you don’t stand a chance?   Never accept a challenge at drinking vodka   from a Russian.❞

     As he spoke, he purposely let the former Russian accent he once      spoke frequently with seep out all for show. So maybe he wasn’t      actually Russian, but he had lived there for longer than he had      the United States. Only seemed fitting that he accepted that part      of him as well. He already knew how the whole thing was going to      go down. Unless Dean had some secret power hidden inside him,      then the ice cream was all his. Though in the end he knew deep      down he would end up sharing it either way.

        Moving to the fridge, he put the ice cream away so it wouldn’t melt before settling         down into the chair. The bottle of vodka was sat down in the middle of the table         and he proceeded to take off his coat to toss onto the floor without much care.

❝Chop, chop, Winchester. Taking forever isn’t   going to stop the ass kicking you’re about to get.❞

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pcrfectsoldier

                       Exchanging a small look of doubt with the soldier, but didn’t                        dare go into the subject. There was a time for that && it certainly                        wasn’t right now. 

❝Son of a gun’ that was my first idea. ❞

                       Pursing his lips, the blonde couldn’t help but chuckle softly.                        Tangent fingertips picking up the paint brush ever so delicately                        and pressing it to the vibranium arm. 

     Despite how strange the whole idea was, Steve did      manage to get a smile to appear cross James’s lips.      He glanced at his shoulder once the brush made      contact with his arm. A brow raising slightly. It was      strange letting someone touch the arm when it didn’t      involve testing it or giving it an inspection. This was      Steve wanting to fix something that the both of them      knew too well was broken inside the assassin. He was      curious as to what Steve was thinking about painting.      Nothing came to mind as he tried to think of something,      maybe even something that meant something to one      or the other.

❝So... what are you painting?   Or is it a surprise?❞

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going to work on some of my drafts so i’ll be on this account for a night before i head to bed later

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walkingitcff ramblingecko

u 2 are r00d af

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bucky is feeling neglected somebody should give him attention

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tries to not be salty and shady is so freaking salty and shady right now

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carryonthefamilybusiness:

But the blood on my hands scares me to death

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carryonthefamilybusiness:

My past has tasted bitter for years now, So I wield an iron fist G r a c e is just WEAKNESS Or so I’ve been told. I’ve been COLD, I’ve been MERCILESS. But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I’m waking up today