Built to create

Designed to destroy

[cyberneticasset]

> I'm the subject of a nightmare , > I'm a ghost

☆ Independent selective James 'Bucky' Barnes roleplay blog. ☆ Inspired by the Marvel movies and a hell of a lot of headcanons ★ Continue reading for my rules and more ★

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☆Any type of smut/triggering content/etc etc is tagged + will be given a warning [ Cw + TW ] ☆Mostly on mobile, formatting is non-existent ☆Please don't call my character "Winter". ☆Semi-Selective ☆Highly OC Selective ☆Runs off queue

☆ HYDRA Trash is a thing here — Also tagged under the NSFW tag ☆

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General

☆Always 21+, those found to be under that will be blocked! ☆Please don't call my character 'Winter' over his name or any of his nicknames/titles. ☆I have a very erratic work / sleep schedule + a sleep disorder-- ☆Please be patient but don't be afraid to shoot me a message or bump a thread! ☆Non-Exclusive!

Roleplay

★Don't assume our characters are in a relationship / situationship / or some sort of family unless otherwise established or discussed ★NSFW are accepted with prior discussion! ☆☆^^Unless responding to a pre-written prompt or "ask meme", those don't usually need prior discussion ★Everyone (21+) is allowed to shoot a starter or submit and prompt / meme-- Let's just jump into it! ☆Anything on my blog that isn't tagged with a specific person or #closed is always available for a response ★I am not against having multiple threads with the same person/character

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-Wynn, She/Her, 25 -Time-Zone: EST - Over 10 years of roleplay experience, with 7 of those being Bucky -On mobile, no idea how to format! -Erratic work/sleep schedule + sleep disorder can make for weird times --Please don’t be afraid to bump any of my posts or shoot me a message! -Very shy, feel free to reach out lol —Will try and match your writing length!

[cyberneticasset]

Uh- Hi 🧍🏻‍♂️ forgot I had scheduled posts.

Guess we’re doing Ween now uwu

[cyberneticasset]

⭐️Trick Or Treat⭐️

Send ‘trick or treat’ and see what you get! At your own risk <3

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[skullsxsteel]

Are you back ??

Hi, friends 🫶🏻

No- No I wouldn’t say that. I just like to check in on things, load things into the queue as a ‘maybe ( hopefully ) someday’ type of thing.

Like before- I don’t have the dedicated time to devote to this hobby anymore. Like- Even being able to sit down an hour or so to work on things a day, or every few days, isn’t so feasible for me right now.

+ with some still ongoing health concerns ( I’m fine! Looking into more surgery 🥲 ) and all that.

I hope so! Someday! I miss this guy and @cyberneticasset 🥲 Maybe even @striketeam-sic — But baby steps, right?

[skullsxsteel]

Sticking my head in here, weary and wine-drunk and apologetic.

I haven't been giving updates-- I haven't had time. Spinal surgery + possible complications, very very sick pets, work pressure that's damn near too much to handle... Anyways-- That's the update thus far. I've not been able to be online with my health + the critters health + work + my more personal fandom stuff-- And I'm sorry. I really am.

If it's not one thing, it's another. I miss this, and I hope to be back.

When that is-- Idk.

[cyberneticasset]

“Look— Before anyone gets any ideas,” He lifted his left arm, a small green bracelet hanging off his wrist. “Right here. So unless someone’s really looking for an excuse to put their hands on me… Nice try.”

[musingofmemes-blog]

Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

My muse has to pick one or the other. They have to pick one. Not neither, not both.

Submissive or Dominant? Whips or Chains? Handcuffs or Shibari? Pillow Princess or Power Bottom? Voyeur or Exhibitionist? Blindfolds or Spreader Bars? Butt Plugs or Vibrators? Edging or Multiple Rounds? Knots or Ovipositor? Spanking or Scratching? Ball Gag or Muzzle? Strap on or Double Sided Dildo? On on one or Group Sex? Vanilla or Kinky? Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks? Small Boobs or Large Boobs? Ass or Chests? Thighs or Arms? Hot Wax or Knifeplay? Loud or Quiet? Biting or Sucking? Collars or Piercings? Costumes or Lingerie Monogamy or Polyamory?  Laughing and silliness during sex or Intensity and power struggle during sex? Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience? Face to face or from behind? Phone sex or Sexting? Cumming inside or Cumming outside Being filled or Bukkake Dirty Talk or Degradation? Role play or Porn on in the background? Public Edging or Filming in the Bedroom? Condom or Bareback? Lube or Raw? Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies? Blood Play or Breath Play? Face fucking or Anal sex? Leather or PVC? Morning Sex or Evening Sex? Clothes on or Clothes off?

[inanotherunivrse]

In another universe, I'd be spending this week with you, instead of grieving you

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

dreaming of you feels like punishment

[cyberneticasset]

Absolute Control

Just a small drabble exploring the Winter Soldier's mindset

The chair was cold, metal, bolted to the floor. Unnecessary. He wasn't restrained. He didn't need to be. Restraints were for men who still had choices.

His wrists were rested on his knees, hands loose, fingers still. Relaxed. That was a lie. It was a performance, if only for the others. The tension was there, buried deep, a coiled thing.. Waiting. Not because he planned to move-- Not because he wanted to.

Because he could.

There were six guards in the room. Two around him. One stationed near the monitor. Three at the exit.

Their formations were predictable, their postures stiff. One favored his right leg-- A prior injury. None of them looked directly at him and the Soldier didn't need to look to know who was the most nervous. The one shifting his weight too often, adjusting his grip on his rifle like it would help. Useless. If the Soldier chose to move, the rifle wouldn't matter. None of it would.

He could hear their breathing, steady but controlled. Measured. They'd been trained not to show any sort of weakness in front of him. He could smell the effort-- The sweat.

It almost amused him.

Could he kill them? Yes.

It wouldn't be difficult. The one closest to him would go first-- A quick flick of his wrist.  Fast, silent. The others would react. Their mistake. They would already be dead-- Even if they didn't know it quite yet.

Would he? No.

Not because they were strong-- Not because they deserved to live. Because he'd not been given permission.

The door opened and the air shifted as someone new walked in. Polished leather and antiseptic-- Stell. Authority. The Soldier recognized him.

The guards straightened-- Tensed. He didn't.

The handler stepped forward, speaking in clipped Russian. The Soldier didn't move. His head dipped slightly-- Acknowledgement. Obedience.

He was listening-- He was always listening. The handler continued speaking, words meant for him, but not to him. Debrief, information. Orders. He absorbed the words without effort, because effort was not required-- He absorbed them the way a machine might process input. Efficient and automatic. He could process orders just as easily as he could break bones. Faster, even.

His focus flickered outward, counting bodied and measuring breaths, tracking weight shifts. They didn't truly seemed to see the threat in the stillness. The nervous guards pulse picked up-- He didn't need to hear it to know.

They feared him. They should.

He could break the closest one's neck before the others could react. Could tear through the whole room before the alarm sounded. Could be at the door and down the hall, gone before the bodies hit the floor. He would not.

Because control was absolute. Because they had given an order.

Because it didn't matter how dangerous he was. He was still theirs.

[comicollection]

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[cyberneticasset]

New pfp •̀⩊•́ 🎉

[hacker-codeq]

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

"You're lucky Marcus is asleep or he'd break your nose for that-" Q grumbled from where he pressed against the wall, his body still shaking from the overwhelming fear and ire that had left him shouting at the older man. He glared at his feet. "What would you have done if I wasn't 'cute'? Thrown me out to the wolves and let me die?"

[cyberneticasset]

He just rolled his eyes, metal whirring as he slowly flexed and relaxed his left hand as he quickly checked himself over for any sort of injury, finding none. "No, he wouldn't," James said, lightly, wholly unfazed by the anger coming off of Q. "I'm too quick to let that happen." He shot the other a look, something lighthearted and teasing in his eyes. "I wouldn't have let you die, just probably wouldn't've pulled you out as soon as I did."

James crossed his arms over his front, looking Q over. "I'm joking," He muttered, taking a step back to give Q some space. "You good?"

[biblicallyaccuratemcuarchive-de]

The concept of being physically close with Bucky isn't an unfamiliar one. Hell, they'd even shared a bed once! That night had been especially cold; the old boards barely held back the bitter chill, and Steve recalls Bucky cursing the way it whistled through the cracks in the floor. Steve, of course, hadn't heard anything. But he does recall feeling the steady beat of his best friend's heart against his cheek.

Had anyone seen them together like that, it would've spelled out the end for both of them.

Ever since, he and Bucky have been...More cautious. And before Bucky got deployed, even, it was at Steve's insistence. Now he's realizing just how much he missed the other man's warmth. There -- and gone, quick as a flash, as Bucky wrenches himself back. Steve's arms hang uselessly at his sides, now itching to touch, but too worried of pushing his best friend even further away to do so.

Nothing could have prepared Steve for the sight that awaited him once Bucky dropped that sheet. Two fuzzy ears sprouted from the top of his best friend's head, and a -- an equally soft-looking tail coming from somewhere out of Steve's line of sight. He's dumbstruck; his mouth agape, and eyes wide, staring in bewilderment.

"I...Won't -- tell anyone, I mean. But Buck, this is kind of...I mean -- you look like one of those cats I used to feed in the alley back home." The comparison draws a weak snort of laughter from Steve's lungs. God, he shouldn't -- really shouldn't -- be laughing. Bucky looks like he's ready to bolt, as is!

"I'm sorry, really sorry -- you just look...So soft. Can I touch 'em?"

[cyberneticasset]

There was quite a few reactions that Bucky was expecting-- Panic, sure-- Concern, fear. But Steve? He... He was laughing.

His ears flattened tightly against his skull, tail curling protectively against his torso as he stared up at Steve with furrowed brows. The laughing was almost worse.

"You're such a damn jerk, Steven Rogers." He muttered, giving Steve a shove right in his chest that had no real force behind it. "A goddamn jerk."

Except... Bucky made a sorry sound, high pitched in his throat, unable to stave off the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth-- Now ducking his head under Steve's gaze to try to hide it. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. It was nice hearing Steve laugh again-- A real fucking laugh.

"I- Uh-" Bucky looked conflicted when Steve mentioned the idea of touching them. Or, everything. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, and he almost said yes-- But. "I dunno if that's the best idea." He said, quieter, ears twitching as he looked towards the ground. But he didn't step away from Steve-- Just inched ever so slightly closer. "I don't think I'll be able to leave the tent today."

[cyberneticasset]

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Not Anyone’s Sidekick

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A Marvel Rivals Verse

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[disgustinggf]

coffee isn't enough i need to get electrocuted

[skullsxsteel]

Hey, everyone 💕

So I know I said hiatus over after the New Year / My vacation— But I’m gonna have to extend it for…. I’m not totally sure. 😅😅 Don’t really have the emotional bandwidth or braincells to spare, right now!

TW -> Animal death, illness, etc etc. (Healthy) animal picture.

Got home, immediately got sick. So no energy 😫

Also immediately had to make the call to schedule one of my ferrets for a potential euthanasia tomorrow 😔 He declined rapidly on my flight home— So we’ll see how that goes.

Anyways— I appreciate all’a y’all, and I appreciate y’all’s ongoing patience and kindness. Life is a rollercoaster and I’m stuck on the ride 🫶🏻🫶🏻

But it’ll get better 🫂🫂

2/3 of the ferrets for pet tax 💕

[skullsxsteel]

Update! Not great news-

Tl;dr : hiatus for a while longer while I sort everything out

Diagnosis details + ferret pics below

Unfortunately my old boy’s got lymphoma, not super far along but far enough that he’s got a good-sized tumor on his spleen and in his lymph nodes 😔

We have started a treatment that should give him, at most, one more year of thriving life per the vet. Luckily he’s not in pain, just very lethargic.

Anyways, that’s the update 💕

Love and appreciate all’a y’all 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻