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[vamplire]

sorry i moaned when u put ur fangs in my neck

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@eladead you link this to me while i am at work. i see. i see. it be like THAT!!

[maplefiasco]

Steve's choices / Bucky's lack thereof

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life's been a lil crazy busy so!!!

// for a little bit, you can find bucky over at my multi! @esoterium

i adore this blog too much to abandon it, so he'll return back here more than likely after this busy time at my work and once my meds are all balanced out. just gotta work through some changes to those and a few other issues going on so my attention can be spread out again. but! i have been having much more luck replying quickly to threads keeping everything all in one place with one icon per character and just streamlining my tumblr experience for now!

i'll keep that icon theme up for bucky when i come back here. only one static icon per movie/timeline of his life. etc. loving that no stress posting style!

anyway! if you wanna get your buck on?? give my multi a poke and we can continue things there. or pick up new stuff!

much love to y'all!

do keep in mind this blog will begin all over again. any threads on the multi can roll over here!

[loyaltyworn]

// doing some follow list maintenance of some dead accounts. bare with me. if i unfollow you by accident, give me a poke!

[loyaltyworn]

life's been a lil crazy busy so!!!

// for a little bit, you can find bucky over at my multi! @esoterium

i adore this blog too much to abandon it, so he'll return back here more than likely after this busy time at my work and once my meds are all balanced out. just gotta work through some changes to those and a few other issues going on so my attention can be spread out again. but! i have been having much more luck replying quickly to threads keeping everything all in one place with one icon per character and just streamlining my tumblr experience for now!

i'll keep that icon theme up for bucky when i come back here. only one static icon per movie/timeline of his life. etc. loving that no stress posting style!

anyway! if you wanna get your buck on?? give my multi a poke and we can continue things there. or pick up new stuff!

much love to y'all!

do keep in mind this blog will begin all over again. any threads on the multi can roll over here!

[embalmic]

// on my way home. full of inspiration to write and do so many things. but look at this sunrise and this color palette. so damn beautiful. just wow.

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psssst. how ya doing? easiest lil blog promo ever.

// i have a lil sideblog with a few muses on it. if you wanna? you can find me over there, too. i've been dabbling and writing and just working up to dusting this bloggo off since bucky is life and i need to give him some love. the fall's settling in and this is always my writing season. so yeah! come visit over there if ya like. and i'll be dusting this crusty old man off sooner or later!

lil multi: @esoterium

[embalmic]

i am not my mistakes. ind. & priv. mutuals only. laura moon from neil gaiman's american gods. an exploration of moments captured once you've conquered your own grave. oh! and revenge. verses in; marvel, twd, supernatural, shameless, anita blake, anne rice and more. crossover and oc friendly. heavy topics contained within. 18+ only for partners. 21+ only for ships. ©

mobile links: rules. verses. more soon!

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heeeey you guuuys!!!!

// i'm over at @embalmic atm! if anyone wants a lil asshole to deal with! come say hi! spam the inbox or let me spam yours! anywhoo! i'll crossover into any fandom. idc. just wanted to let ya know! i'm working my way around tonight! :D

[rxmlxw]

@loyaltyworn „ that could have been worse. “

„ THAT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE ? “ , BROCK ASKED , AS HE SLOWLY SAT UP and groaned in pain. „ the fucking building almost exploded on us , how could it have been any worse ? “ , he asked , eyebrows creasing together as he looked at the other in disbelief , before a small chuckle left his lips and he shook his head. „ you‘re unbelievable at times. you miss the rush of fighting so much ? “ , he asked , as he pushed himself back on his feet , but moved forward to get a better glimpse at the former winter soldiers features and his body , checking him for any injuries that could have been there. from the fall , from the explosion , just anything that would put him in danger. „ you feeling alright ? “ , he asked , the worry not even deniable in his voice , as he reached forward to grab him by his chin and checking his face for any worse injuries , but was glad when he couldn‘t find any. „ c‘mon. guess we gotta keep moving for now. “ , he sighed , as he was quick to help bucky up , one arm wrapping around his waist as he took a quick look around for the quickest escape from the alley.

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"No comment on the fighting part," he grins. That's all. Just a grin. Hard to tell if it's a yes or a no. Or a resignation. He'll keep it that way for now. On his elbows, legs strewen out on the ground in front of him, the former Winter Soldier stared up at the building..er..rather what was left of the building they narrowly escaped before they were gonna be forced to dig their way out from underneath several floors of concrete to survive the fall of. Shoulders hitch and he says the first thing that came to mind. Cause it's the God's honest truth. Coulda been worse. Lots worse. Right now? They could be squished. Digging their way out. Or, hell, coulda been laying here after jumping from the top floor. Which they weren't. Lots of worse options. If you ask him. Apparently, Brock wasn't seeing it that way. Neither was Bucky's side but he was doing his best not to pay that much mind. It'd be okay soon. Even if it was screaming angrily in the heat of the moment. Damn ribs. They don't like taking beatings. Groaning as he pushed himself up onto his feet, he rubbed the back of his neck with a gloved hand as he watched Brock approach.

Blue eyes squint and he dips his head in a nod. "Yeah. I'm alright," and he lets himself be inspected--there's a stirring in his gut when it happens--something old and familiar and it makes his limbs feel heavy as if he's compelled to that touch. Not just the touch but the manner that it's being given. It coils through his bonemarrow and into his veins. Soon into a patiently waiting expression that's blinked away almost like he's coming out of a half-dream when Brock says they need to keep going. "You're right. C'mon. Don't know what made it out of that. But if it did? I'd rather not deal with it until we both get a chance to breathe." Chin ticking towards a narrow opening, he knocks a shoulder against Brock's to get his attention and starts jogging in that direction.

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thoughts from my lovely mutuals? please and thx!

// while i've been slowly getting back into the groove of things, i do realize there are some characters i've missed writing that i just don't have the time for on their own blogs.

i wonder if putting together a small indie with just a general icon for each character (no going totally crazy and having a billion icons for every character like i've done in the past and gotten TOTALLY overwhelmed) with a minimalist theme and modest background, etc. would be groovy.

That way I'm not pigenholing myself into the same routine. And I get to dabble with a few characters I've missed now and then without the anxiety of keeping up with a ton of blogs.

Would y'all be interested in interacting with some of my muses if I put em on a multi? Bucky would keep his own blog of course. It'd be multi-fandom with just a few fandoms, me thinks. But there are characters I really miss and it might spark ideas for others.

Idk. Thoughts? Opinions? Am I biting off more than I can chew? Thinking outloud but looking for feedback!

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.loyaltyworn. ind && priv. james buchanan barnes. mcu, headcanon based && divergent. written by: dixon.   promo / theme credit: ©

Barnes is the only Howling Commando   to give his life in service of his country.

          Sergeant Barnes..           the procedure has already started.           You are to be the new fist of HYDRA!

..so he’s a ghost story..

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@rxmlxw || continued from x. || cause i'm just gonna.

Unprepared.

It's word that doesn't process inside the weapon's mind. They are always prepared in their mission. Down to the last possible second. The smallest detail highlighted, gone over. Filed down to the barest part of itself so there are no mistakes. Mistakes get people killed. People that are not supposed to be killed. People that are his responsibility to bring out of the mission alive. Canonfodder to some in HYDRA's ranks. But the Asset? They've perfected his need to complete his mission to the point that he does not like losing those he has considered his comrads.

Or is it something else? Something deeper? Something he can't see? Or understand? Or grasp? Or know? Only FEEL the ghost of?

Yes. He's programmed to deal with the occasional twist. The inevitable times where even the smallest scenario that's been prepared for twists into something that isn't. What kind of weapon would he be if he misfires under pressure? One that isn't much use. And use is all that he is. All that he knows.

When the doors open to the guards. When Rumlow is face to face with a barrel that could erase him with the flinch of a finger. As well as each one of the others are? Including one pointed at him? It's not the shouting or the removal of safetys or dropping of bullets into chambers or clicks of triggers that the Winter Soldier hears.

It's silence. And stillness.

A slow breath that exhales into a blur of violence. His fingers clutch a blade because a gun at this closeness is damn near useless and that's the fault in their plan. Because the man beside Rumlow is quick to bury it into the temple of the one who would have ended his handler's life should Rumlow move an inch. The eyes of his would-be assailant were taken out on the blade's pathway there. An agony in one sweep of his blade that left the man screaming and the frenzy that started. Bullets fired. Not from their end but randomly and in a panic from their enemy's. Until one after another. The guns stopped. Fear. He felt and smelled fear fill the room deeper and deeper. From the friendly side, too. Bodies began to litter the floor. Bloodied. Blankly staring into empty space. Limp and lifeless with no hope of being saved. The last two died in quiet resignation. Damn near looking as though they accepted there was nowhere to run.

The last one was dead but still in the grip of a metallic hand squeezed tighter and he heard bone shattering. His head tilted. Skin and mask splattered in crimson. Dark hair hung in his face, stuck to his cheek. Blue eyes barely moved to the source of the voice. Only registering the noise once he noticed the warmth of the touch on his flesh and bone shoulder sinking through the leather. The touch to his cheek comes muted but it's enough to jar him out of his mindset. Blue eyes close and open back onto his last kill still dangling from his hand. He drops it. The body heavy enough to rattle the floor under his shoes. Seathing the knife out of his flesh hand into it's place at his hip, he reaches back with a steady hand and unclasps his mask now that they are alone.

Head bowed forward, he stares down at the body as if measuring the damage and without lifting his chin, he flicks his stare about the room.. seeing what he did through a curtain of dark hair before meeting Brock's stare through the mess, shielded behind strands as if it's on purpose.

[aroseofyork]

life hack to roleplaying with me: if you’ve got a fucked up idea there’s a 8234768123763712% chance i’ll go for it. seriously. don’t test me.

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// if i'm gonna try to write some more after two of these hectic days, i'ma need to try to nap a lil. but like. it's 1:30. so if i just sleep. then i'll have to wait til the beginning of the week like i was planning on anyway. either way. i'ma catch a lil (or a lot) of zzz's atm and i'll be back asap.

who is all still around anyway? like..

roll call, y'all? lol!!

[shieldretired]

                                    STEVE STRAIGHTENS. No, he didn't come here to sit in silence. He wants to make sure that Bucky a) eats something, and b) can't leave for the time it takes him to eat the food because it would have been rude to do so, and Steve figures that deep down, he's still the polite boy his mama raised him to be. "I do," Steve says honestly, but before he can even start to ask questions, the bored-looking teenager comes shuffling back over to take their orders. Steve glances at the menu and then picks whatever his eyes find first, which happens to be the omelet with an unhealthy helping of hash browns and a black coffee. Waiting impatiently until Bucky finishes his order and the girl leaves them alone again, Steve then blurts out: "How are you? How are you really? Physically and — you know, emotionally."

                              Because Bucky might look alright, objectively speaking, but he's wearing a lot of layers, and anything could happen beneath that. Is his metal arm bothering him? Are there any other foreign objects attached to his body? Does he need medical attention? Never mind the state of his mind: How much does he remember? He recognizes his name, and he recognizes Steve, so something has come back, but how much? "Buck, do you need help? Is there anything I can do for you? Please, just — just tell me, alright?"

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Blue eyes measure Steve's response to his question. Curiosity and caution lie in his gaze. He's careful. Not to let his guard down too much. Ever. Even in the presence of someone who his insides damn near beg him, for once, to rest once they sense the familiarity and the feeling of home being so close. After all these years. It's there. Within a measure of thirty minutes. Having his mind back. he can feel it. Rather his bones feel it. Deeper than that. Something digging and burying it's way into his body tells him that he can settle. Breathe. And that feels dangerous. Feels worrisome. Like somewhere. Beside them. Behind them. Above them. Some shoe's about to drop and bring some hellish downfall right upon their heads.

His order's pretty much the same. First thing he can find. Chef's Special. Seasonal pancakes (something about pumpkin) and a couple of sunnyside up eggs with sourdough toast and oolong tea. A happy surprise that it's on the menu. A thumb reaches out to the beaded glass of water that's been sat down. He watches a few droplets pool under a nail as he squints thoughtfully. "I'm okay. You know? Physically..and the other. I mean..," his gaze wanders to Steve's--touches it--then wanders back. As much as I can be, goes unsaid. Without the constant upkeep of his arm by HYDRA, some nerve endings have been "bothering" him (putting that lightly) but he's dealing. And emotionally? He'd rather not get into that. Steve doesn't need his baggage.

A tick. The side of his nose and the corner of his mouth twitch up. It makes his eye flinch with it. Then it's gone and he's meeting Steve's gaze again. A smile. Lopsided and uneven. "Nothin' that won't get you an Aiding and Abetting charge, Steve. You know that's what I come with. Right? One huge mess that you don't need'ta be a part of.."

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// okay! on my desktop. which means a lil business. but like. why did they put everything on the left? cause..my mouse is on the right. and i don't like this. yuck. um. is there an add on for this? lol!

also! hiii all you lovelies! how's life? how's things? how's your world?