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xchernayavdova -- I'm gonna start new threads instead of old ones. I've decided on that. But, we can do a re-do of the mass effect au, and add the dragon age thing in there. Same things goes for any winterwidow threads and all. Not dropping, just re-doing. My writing style changed a bit. muzzzled -- yes twin verse. right now. cxpt -- Same thing goes here! Not continuing old threads, but able to do a re-do of them! Even new ones! Sorry for not responding for a long time!
It’s been a few months that I have this blog. I have met many wonderful and extraordinary people meet here on Tumblr. Countless talented writer. I appreciate it very much and am glad that I have kept this blog, otherwise I would not have met so many nice people. All my followers are wonderful. It was very hard for me to find at first quite in this fandom. I love all my followers, and more than 800+ followers, it is again time to make a new Follow Forever.
The Wolf Pack survived - My Main Partners and best Friends.
eldestshebear | direwolfbastard | direwolf-warg | theintendedone | thewaytoredemption | bexwulf | xcelt | xmilothecelt | winterfellsnowdrifts
Winter is coming - People with whom I write or have written in the past and would like to do it again. (With Robb and my other accounts)
wxnderlandsfinest | paramxdic | parumregina | motherxconfessor | truestag | bastxrdson | vincxre | westerlinghonor | killthemxall | greenwickx | yxungwxlf | dariadraconis | dxrewolfx | knowswheretoputit | iknxwnothing | firekissxd | lady—catelyn-stark | volaticuslupus | cunningxbeauty | nadadith | tyrellsgoldenson | hoggormurinn | untilmydeath | inalionsden | smokinshield | wxrgod | hardertotame | easternwindrises | ygritteonfire | highgardenxtyrell | courtesxes | ificannotfly | thekingrenly | earmires | xdirewolf | louproi | etsorortace | thequeeninwinterfell | littlewinterdove | littlewxlfboy | ivorytxsteel | rickonofwinter | sansa-littledove | malkavwolf |
The lost north - Incredible people whom I sequence with whom I would like to write, but I'm too shy and that’s why watching from a distance.
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(I couldn’t wait for the nice graphic so have a shitty one from paint) I made this blog about seven months ago, on April 7, 2014. At that length of time, Natasha has not only become my favorite character ever that I’ve roleplayed as, but also the fastest growing blog I have ever run. The best part is that this has been an entirely positive experience. Sure, some people have dropped off or gotten lost on the way, but I’ve got this great group of people who are always on it when I need or want a thread. I post an idea and I suddenly have a message asking for specifics. This fandom and this roleplaying community are so much better than anything I’ve ever dealt with in the past. And for that, I’m eternally grateful.
Now to the part that you guys actually care about. Everything is in alphabetical order.
COMRADES IN ARMS:
dakanstalinii: Your name is Steve and you play Bucky I’m just… ANYWAYS, look, this is the person I throw like 80% of my post-black widow hunt feelings at (the other 20% get split between two other’s that are down further). I’ve always been partial to semi-angsty to fully-angsty threads, and Steve always matches me step to step. Honestly, I don’t think anyone else on this list clicked with me quite as quickly. It was kind of crazy.
iamxwintersoldier: I was going through our threads and all we’ve been doing recently is the black roses thread??? We need to fix that. Anyways, James is a giant dweeb that keeps putting up with me suddenly jumping in their inbox (pretty sure 90% of our threads have started that way). Also apparently mass effect is a common interest, we need to do a thing in that verse, because we just write angst so terribly well together.
iknewhxm: When I first followed Cam, I was kind of in awe that she followed back and just sat and stared from afar and liked her posts. It was really only super recently that we started interacting, and I’m like 90% sure it was because of winterwidow smut. One of the things about Cam is our ooc interactions. We are similar in some ways, and yet so so different in other’s. Our greatest thing that helps us get along is how hard we ship winterwidow (though I’m sure she ships it more).
impressedyet // whatavilegirl // werefreeagents: (I know there are more but these are the one’s I interact with/talk to). B is one of those people that I just really liked watching from a far for the longest time. Like I sat here going “dang if only I was half that good”. And finding someone who is super pro femslash in a maleslash dominated fandom??? Freaking dream come true. Plus, all of her writing is spot on, and the little bits and pieces of meta she writes are a good enough reason to follow right there.
lxptr: Oh god Jess. What a slow start to a relationship, but what a great relationship. Funny how she’s the first person I’ve met who lives in Oregon and were actually like half an away from each other at one point, but me with my horrible schedule. Anyways, I never thought Loki and Natasha would ever have anything other than animosity towards each other, but roleplaying with Jess has brought out this side of Nat that I didn’t really know existed. Great partner, great roleplayer, and just an all around great person.
markofwinter: Ronnie has put up with me like a champ. When I really like someone’s writing, I get kind of attached, and Ronnie falls into that category. It was most watching Felicia and James interact that I was caught onto. A lot of people write ships with nothing but “weeee ship!” the whole, but Ronnie writes that ship with normal human interactions. Plus- anyone who plays in my mass effect verse is on my list forever, because I love those verses (also the thread with Nat finding James at the museum went someone great really fast).
mxskedhero: ZAM by precious baby! (I can call you that, you’re like five years younger than me) I have this weird protective thing with Zam that makes me think I’m trying to be a parent which- no. But Zam is such a trooper and has had to put up with so much bullshit but pushes through. Also the mass effect thread is perfect and one day we will do a dragon age thread. One day.
quxll: My Quill! I only followed them a little bit ago (I wanna say a week), but Nat and Quill interactions are something I never knew I needed until then. They just get Peter as a character so well. A bunch of Quill’s I see are like “haha he’s funny and saves the day” and that’s. Like a tenth of Peter Quill. But this Quill is amazing and such a cool person (even though we’ve spoken out of character once and it was about fruit… so)
redeemxd: It’s a wonder I haven’t murdered Aly by now. If not because our au kills me on a day to day basis, but also because she keeps daring to have a life and our threads get lost because she’s super popular. But christ, I go back and read some of our old threads and just have to sit down because she really brings out the best in me. There’s just that set of roleplayers that you don’t really mesh with, per say, but you bounce off one another and grow, and Aly falls into that category.
thehellisbucky: Speaking of murdering people for leaving, here’s Eva (which is my girlfriend’s name, so this has become a joke between my girlfriend and me). I’m just… the coffee shop au started as “d’aw these two have a crush on each other” and then we have a thread where James flat out throws Natasha against a wall and they’re making out. This is how you can tell if I’m comfortable with someone (also the fact that the coffee thread is super long).
xpetrushka: Justice has managed to get out this side of my muse that I didn’t know existed, and I can actually see my writing improving from her. She’s so… I feel like the best way to describe Justice is with a flailing arm motion that ends with me whacking myself in the face. She’s turning into my au fiend since my last Bucky that did aus with me left, and she lets me play in my widow verse that I love! Plus Nat is super attached to her Bucky. Like she gets excited when she sees posts, and I never get writers block on the posts. Such a relief.
winterxassassin // spookyxassassin: Gwynedd (what a bitching name oh my god) was someone I actually thought was older than me, not younger. I’m fairly certain there was never a point in which our muses weren’t shipped, which is funny, considering our policies on such things. And now all our threads are like… nudity and porn. It’s completely terrible. I never want it to stop.
ASSETS:
(People I’m really attached to. We probably haven’t spoken out of character, or if we have, it’s just been a long time)
agentclntbrtn, brightestbiochemist, charmingrelic, clintbxrton, colxcheeseburger, comiitatus, dontcallmelegolas, fallencomrade, imnotbucky, leonidnovokov, motherofasgard, perezimovat, russiasredguardian, soviettrumpeter, thewintersamson, workahxlic, xcarney
If you’re not on this list, then either I haven’t interacted with you much, or I’m just forgetting you. I’m great full for each and every one of you. And if I ever get to 1000, I’ll probably die of shock.
[ im here and ready to get started. SO. here's the drill.
captaxnamerica | cxpt | inxtinctus | soldieringxon | shootingstarlord | ivehadenoughrest |
I wish to know if you want to continue our threads, no matter how old. Reasons being that I am rebooting this blog.
Others who I have not listed, please contact me about any threads you wish to continue.
Once this is settled, I can start opening up to those I have yet to start one with. ]
FROM HERE ON OUT
Anything posted before 9/23/2014 is now considered OLD. NEWS.
Anyone who lets me know may continue a thread with me.
Those who have no wish to, fine.
Those who wish to start one, please ask as well.
This blog is coming back. And this time, I'm here to stay.
;; Divergent AU ll Closed ll
Steve merely chuckled and rolled his eyes when he friend wanted to celebrate. “Celebration is self-indulgence, remember?” he rolled his eyes, then looked around to make sure no one overheard them.
"And having a good time is, too. C'mon, this place'll be long gone soon. We both know bein' stiffs ain't who we are. Screw self-indulgence and regulations. We gotta do something great." A large smile crawled across his face, and Bucky gave a short snort of laughter. "Abnegation won't miss us, always stirring up trouble like we do. All we have in our way is the results. Then, say goodbye to the grey, Stevie."
;; Divergent AU ll Closed ll
"I’m not going to. I’m going to join them," Steve replied, pointing to the Dauntless group. "They do great things and they are—free. That’s what I want." He turned to face Bucky, with a small shake of his head. "Buck, you got to do what’s best for you. You’re my best friend. I’d hate myself if you joined a faction you didn’t want to join and be miserable because of me.”
Steve began to fear the idea of Bucky joining any faction that he went to just because he wanted to be with his friend. Though comforting as it sounded, it also terrified the scrawny boy because what if Bucky didn’t make initiation and became factionless? What if Steve didn’t make it? He knew that whatever happened to him, his best friend would follow. All he wanted is for Bucky to be happy.
There's a sigh he refuses to release, listening to Steve again. Bucky wants to tell Steve that he'd never be miserable along side him, that his chosen faction, the one he's considered for months, is exactly the same as Steve's. Dauntless was free, independent and unbreakable in their unit. All the others, Candor, Amity, Erudite and, of course, Abnegation held no appeal for him. Dauntless though...He could see a life there. Bucky shifts his weight to another leg, drawing eyes to gaze around them, rather than the blond before him. "Look, Stevie, you're my best friend too, alright? Whatever I choose, it's my decision. C'mon, even if I was miserable, I'd find a way not to be. Just how I am."
There's a smile when he finally lays blue eyes back on Steve, a hand going to clap a shoulder. "Besides, we should be celebrating! Time to leave this place in the dust!"
;; Divergent AU ll Closed ll
"You may be a smart-ass, but Erudite isn’t looking for that kind of smart asses," Steve joked, trying to relieve the tension. He could feel Bucky’s uneasiness resonating off of him.
"I’m…anxious," he sighed as well and looked in the other direction. "I don’t fit in here, Bucky. Neither do you. I feel like I’m destined to do something, I dunno…..great! But I can’t do that if I’m not allowed to be great if I stay."
The Dauntless students jumped off the train, shouting and yelling at the top of their lungs. From their Faction studies, Dauntless supposedly were some sort of ‘police force’. They helped others or kept the peace. And that’s exactly what Steve wanted.
He gives a small huff at the obvious, and poor, attempt at a joke. Though it did come across as a slim comfort. He'd never pass Erudite's initiation. Who knew what they did to their initiates. Probably stick a probe in their brains to test all their miracle serum's, he supposed.
No words escape him, but a sigh is released as Steve continues. He knows that, too. They both never really fit in, never really conformed to Abnegation's policies. It worries him, and the nagging thoughts of before come rushing back to him.
He can't leave Steve. He just can't.
Bucky swore in that moment that, regardless of their test results, he'd follow his friend into whatever faction he felt right for him. Maybe, together, they could help each other pass, avoid becoming Factionless and still be in each other's lives as if nothing had changed.
"Then don't stay." He shrugs a bit, gaze traveling to his friend's, brows lifting as a smirk began to spread. Dauntless...Now there was a faction you could enjoy. He just hoped Steve didn't pick it. Dauntless were not the easy type, so they say. "You wanna do something great? Go for it. I'm with you every step of the way, no matter what."
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He never fit into Abnegation’s standards. He would speak out of term, ask too many questions, had problems being compliant with others. Steve had often been reprimanded by the nuns in the orphanage for speaking out of turn. He typically had been sent to bed without any dinner.
Throughout his childhood, this had been a daily routine. He couldn’t stand it any longer so when it was time for Steve to take the Aptitude Test, he anxiously await for his turn to be determined what faction he would belong to.
Steve sat with the other Abnegation students and beside his best friend, Bucky. “Are you ready to see your results?”
It was a day full of tension and expectations. Of tears and quick goodbyes or hugs and warm pats on the back. It wasn't like he had anyone to do that with, except Steve anyway. Steve who, without a doubt, wouldn't get Abnegation. Bucky's sure of it, never been more sure of anything else in his entire life. And while he doesn't enjoy Abnegation, he does conform to their way of life.
Which means there was a high chance he would stay and Steve would leave.
Of course, he'd follow his friend anywhere. But choosing a faction that he didn't belong to would end up disastrous. The Factionless are a group no one wants to join. Steve would understand, if it came to it.
At least he hopes so.
Bucky startles just a bit as Steve speaks, a sigh leaving his lips even before the question was finished. "Y'know I'm not, Stevie. What if somethin' crazy happens and I get mixed in with the smart asses? I'm no scientist, Steve."
He swallows, hard, and spares a glance to his friend.
"How about you?"
Guardian Angel!AU
One day Steve was seeing Bucky off to war, and the next Steve had his mother sitting him down on the living room telling him to be strong.
There was no body, no casket, not even a dog tag for Steve to hold on. Steve felt like he has lost everything.
A month later, just when he thinks he can finally accepted that Bucky was really gone, he visited Bucky’s grave to find him sitting on the grass, with his back against his own gravestone. He looks exactly the way he was when Steve last saw him waving from the ship that took him away to England. Except now he got a huge pair of black wings sprouting from his back and that Steve can see through him.
”..Bucky?”
"Hey, punk."
"What..how..I, I don’t understand."
"I have to go back, Steve. I can’t leave you alone."
Ⅰ. escape.
Ⅱ. approach.
Ⅲ. navigation.
Ⅳ. law.
it’s perfectly okay to panic, right? oh gosh okay well i never thought i would get here mainly bc all i do is cry over clint barton, post too many ooc posts and sometimes roleplay. so uh, im surprised and kinda grateful that you guys put up with my shit. i just hope im doing something right. without further ado, here’s my follow forever. and don’t worry, i have a giveaway planned i just gotta figure out what to do for the giveaway so keep ur pretty eyes peeled for that.
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We have. But he doesn’t have the heart to fight what he’s saying, to pull out the photo albums and scraps of memories somehow kept in tact throughout the years he was gone. Something made it clear that trying to force the man standing calmly in front of him to believe anything he had to say would be a wrong move. It would drive him away and he’d take the ache in his heart that came from him denying his identity over that outcome any night.
So Steve nods with his jaw tight to pretend that he understands what Bucky is telling him even if he doesn’t. He has some idea, he isn’t stupid, about what is implied with his statement. It doesn’t mean he’s okay with it — the only thing he’s okay with is the way he holds out his arm to show the countdown brandished on the inner side of his wrist at a standstill.
Just like his.
He has choices to make, things to say, and he weighs each of them carefully despite his gut instinct to pull Bucky into a forceful hug and demand that he drop whatever stunt he’s pulling, that he call this wicked joke off.
"…Then who are you?"
Who are you. The question takes him bu surprise, but once again he forces himself not to show it. Who was he? They never gave him a name, always referred to him as the asset, the assassin. Though, some scientists used to speak of him, in rushed whispers that he supposed he wasn't really supposed to hear, as a name he believed suited this situation well.
"A weapon."
He pauses, eyes scanning across the other's face as he steps closer still, unafraid of the man he was assigned to be rid of.
"A soldier."
They were so, so close, and no matter how hard he tried not to, the only feeling hand he possessed made its way to the blond's shoulder, finally touching a part of his supposed soulmate. There was something familiar to him; his voice, hair, eyes...mouth. He knew him. Knew him from somewhere other than reports and files.
"How do I know you?"
It's said softly, as if he himself was locked in some sort of inner inspection. Steve knew him and he knew Steve. Of course, that didn't make any sense. Not when all he's ever known is the missions, his targets and their screams as they begged for mercy. This Steve...was someone important.
"Why do I know you?"
God he felt like an idiot. Bucky probably thought the worst of him, thought that he wasn’t appreciative of the fact that he remembered something important. It was anything but. Steve was a patient man, was someone who could wait forever if he had to. And he knew his best friend was still in there, underneath all of the programming. He knew Bucky was still alive, that given enough time he could find the man and bring him back. Yes, some days he was frustrated and some days he wondered why he was doing all of this. But then all he had to do was look at the other man, see something that reminded him of their life before and he was reminded as to just why they were going down this particular path. Nothing that was worth it in life was ever easy. And finding Bucky was worth it.
"Bucky, wait," he said, wanting to reach out and stop him from walking away. Steve could – the serum running through his veins would allow him to actually stop his best friend. But he couldn’t. He would never force anything like that on his best friend. It had to be a choice for him, not an order. HYDRA had made certain he obeyed any sort of order but he wanted to always give the man the choice of saying no. "I know things haven’t been easy lately but I’m glad you remembered. It doesn’t matter if it was late or not. You remembered it and that’s what matters." Again, he offered the man the closest thing he could to a genuine smile. Just the fact that Bucky remembered was a huge step forward. And with how things were? He would take whatever he could get.
What he wanted to do was hug the man, show him that he wasn’t upset, impatient or anything else that was going through his head. But a part of him was afraid that doing just that would make things worse. Instead, he worked on opening the box in front of him, the smile on his face growing larger once he found out just what was contained inside of it. “Buck, you didn’t – ” He shouldn’t have. Drawing was always something that he loved to do and now he had another sketchpad to fill with his odd doodles. “Thank you. I mean it. This is – it’s perfect.” It wouldn’t make up for how he’d treated the man before but it would at least make up for some of the things that had happened. He could handle the silence, and the setbacks. He just couldn’t handle knowing he’d inadvertently hurt the one thing that meant the most to him in the world.
Feet stopped in their movement, eyes still refusing to look upon Steve. He thought this would be...welcoming. A change from the usual disappointment of the painstaking recovery and the barely existent progress that plagued their every day lives. He knows he isn't the same guy Steve must have known, must have grew up with. The memories were enough proof of that. however sparse they may be. But, hell, he's trying isn't he? It's almost a relief to hear Steve's next few words, shoulder visibly sagging and a soft sigh escaping him, almost as if he had been holing his breath. It's been a long time since he last recovered a piece of himself, a piece of Bucky's past. He's glad he could at least give Steve that much. Head turns to regard the other at last, defiance and whatever hurt there was before no longer etched across his skin. A smile, small and short lived, grew on his face as eyes took in the way Steve tried to open the package. There's a similar flash to earlier, Steve smaller and weaker but no less different, complaining to him about the costs of a gift when his paycheck should have been going to their emergency fund, which was decidedly lacking since winter wasn't yet close. That was his--Bucky's--excuse, anyway.
He walks closer, slowly, as the blond examined the sketchpad. His left hand gently lowers itself onto Steve's shoulder, staying for a few seconds before dropping back to his side. "You were always the patient one." It's said as if in explanation, and he hopes Steve understands that he remembers a bit more than just his birthday. Steve was always the artist, always willing to wait for the results his hands could create. Bucky would never sit still long enough for the blond to get a good sketch, but he thinks he would now. If it made Steve happy.
"Happy birthday."
Okay, what? But how? How was this even possible? He… Looked just like him. Same hair, same, face, same scruff… Same- Same metal arm… Was he real? He was breathing and staring right at him, so it must be. Oh gods, this was so creepy… A clone of himself, standing right in front of him. Was it a clone?
James’ eyes bounced up and down, looking all around at him. The other just watched him as he made his way, walking around and observing. When he was back in front of the other, his breathing increased rapidly. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit… Maybe all that sci fi stuff and paradoxes were actually real. He’d seen the dangers of paradoxes on tv, but those were just fiction. This, however, was not fiction.
"Are… Are you- Me?"
He was silent, observing the other man closely. They were alike, right down to the quirks of nervousness. Though, he assumed they were his quirks. There's not a lot he knows, not a lot he remembers besides waking up and stumbling from a hospital bed, machines starting to ring alarmingly loud in the silence. This is his chance to get some answers.
Lips pulled into tight corners, upturning just slightly at the question he was just about to ask himself. He let eyes wander their surroundings, as if there wasn't a care in the world, before letting his vision settle back on the man he supposed was the only reason he was alive.
"I would ask you the same thing."
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