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❝ I'm just a soldier without a place to call my home.❞

[mxskedhero-blog]

[How did this ever happen? A month, and I’ve hit 400. I can’t even imagine…Never would of thought that this would happen. I love you all so much. And, so, without further ado, these are the babus I will follow til the end of the line.]

My Mains:

My Steeb: asoldieroutoftime

My Natasha: here-to-pick-up-a-fossil

My James Rogers: ultxr

My Francis Barton: aucellxs

My Rumlow: strikerumlow

[Those are some of the first people I ever felt comfortable around, be it writing or chatting on skype. You have no idea how much you all mean to me.]

Now, for those I stalk and love with all my heart:

mercenaryxarrow, tilthexendofxtheline, tilthexendoftheline, supersoldiersteve, shapeacentury, xtrainedtokillx, starryshield, wiidxw, fierylittleniece, redeemxd, sciath, soldierbornofwinter, theprevailing, hxbernis, sxmmons, thisisntfreedomx, thisisthearmymrrogers, hydrasghost, hijacked-hand, quilenfer, prxceoffreedom, xwintersoldier, cxpt, cxptxinrogers, notxofuse, muzzzled, charminglyxbohemian, inxtinctus, inxumbra, theslayerofshades, doyoufxndue, losttothewinter, livingultrxn, thefrozenweapon, whisperofaghost, alexandergpierce, just-a-soldier-from-brooklyn, butiknewhxm, winterinbarnes, xkidfrombrooklyn, xisfear, oldfashionedhxro, musclexmemory, codenamews, zimaxsoldier, he-let-me-fall, buckyxbxrnes, thehollowsoldier, leadingrogers, yazimoysoldat, winters-broken-marionette, zimniy, isxwhim, victimofwinter, shootingstarlord, americanasitgets, zxmaghost, shield-slinging-cap, americanengineer, iknewhxm, burningintowinter, wintersmission, memoryxhaze, winterundone, hxrdtofind, americas-misguided-soldier, alwayshonestx, soldxer, thelittleoldfashioned, formerfist, notthekindxyousave, sohraneny, priceoffreedomxishigh, winter—soldat, redstarsoldat, totallynotapilot, faithandallegiance, onyourlxft, bourbonandbullets, capcapsicle, the-winter-solider, ivehadenoughrest, ferrumxfugit, whatthebucky, plastruhn, moremachinethansoldier, sgt-james-b-barnes, ghostofwinterpast, xndline, xbuckyx, onyourleft-falcon, afightingspirit, agentclntbrtn, hadhimontheropes, stxrsandstripes, endofthxline, xoruzhiye, spiritusfabulam, 95nnotdead, cxpsicle sovietweapon

[If you’re not on here, it doesn’t mean I love you any less. I’m honoured to have such talented people follow me, talk to me and even write with me! Thank you all for making me feel accepted back into Marvel RP.]

[direwolfed]

But  I  k n e w  him.

[rebelutionx-deactivated20140521]

         ”       You’re right.                    There’s nothing you can do to change the past.                   However, the future is something you can’t predict                             and the actions you take,                              the choices you make,          they will change whatever the future has in store for you.”

[plastruhn]

                                              "I have no future. That died along time ago."

               Wintertides cast in the fire of a once iconic red; swirling with the synthetic allure               of countless crimes. Rage had once de-coloured them; smothered them neath the               paddings of mania, glistening bright nether to a low-sun that emitted the late-tones of day.

                                                                "I'm the best.-- At what I do."

[hxwlett-deactivated20150417]

  whether his words were literal or contained more poetic meaning the feral woman didn’t know, nor did she want to stop for clarification, but seeing as how she was a being defined by poor judgement, in people and in practice, she didn’t see any harm in leaving this current venue with him. he didn’t appear to harbour any direct threat, to say that looks were often deceiving would have done this particular situation justice, but she was prideful when it came to her certain affinity for tenacity; if this was a gambit on his part logan could navigate his proposed plan with expert prejudice.

          shrugging her shoulders lightly, a visible agreement to his offer, logan moved to retrieve her coat from the back of her chair and threaded her arms through it quickly; a brow would arch to signify that she was at the ready.

                         ❝and what did ya wanna do?                                      talk ‘bout our feelin’s ‘n shit?                                      if so we should take a bottle for the road.❞

[plastruhn]

        The breach of ‘personal space’ was scarcely acknowledged, if not through .         Honestly, with one as deep-seated into his history, into who he was, as her —         with as much need to rekindle how things used to be — there truthfully wasn’t         any such thing. A twinge of hope passed through him in the wake of the convivial         gesture, bright and noticeable even in the slightest graces, like a shooting star in the skies.  

                                       "Is that so bad."

        He echoed, in impressed deadpan. Well, at least he was smiling. Fruits couldn’t         bloom without the warming nurture of a smile, after all. Still, he would remain wary         nonetheless. It was just who he was, compounded by the unspoken rue of what         happened during the Winter War — a mortifying consequence of haste, and a         nightmare that even now subtly underlined the innocent words that were             exchanged. Generously glossed plumes would languidly wrap around a heavy;         translucen bottle — taking individually large amounts of sips from the         translucent liquid one by one. Despite the unappealing taste of the sake,         It has been awhile. it wouldn’t hurt having a bottle or so.

                                                              ". . . Shall we then, my lad'y."

[directxrhill]

plastruhn 

[directxrhill]

      Are you looking for Steve?

[plastruhn]

Hoitey breath came in subtle huffs, like gentle strums of the harp perfectly harmonized with each passing step. Going somewhere, yet no where at all.

                                "Uhhh. . Maybe."

[invisibiliia-deactivated2014042]

+ plastruhn

[invisibiliia-deactivated2014042]

         ”Good evening, sir.           Coffee or tea — which one?” 

[plastruhn]

                              For a moment the scene pauses, transcends time as the breezy broughs                                fall silent, echoing none, only the husky chime of crumbling sand when                                the instruments place themselves ‘pon auric stage. Pauses are perilous;                                flora and fauna ill-motion, black-mingled and waiting for a stanza to cut                               through open chasm.

                                                             "--- . . Coffee. That'll be perfect, thank you."

[kirknspock]

[plastruhn]

     i used to dream, 

     but then,

     one by one,

     slowly,  

     they began to turn into 

     nightmares, 

     so I stopped. 

[xvodkav-deactivated20140528]

            “ I have to finish it before Fury finds out.                     The last thing he needs is a heart attack, especially when I tell him I bought it from a Jamaican drummer in Jamaica.      —- and it’s always better to be stoned with company wouldn’t you agree? “

[plastruhn]

                                   'We need to think about this. Firstly, We need snuggys                                    -- Lots of em. Second. I need to know the drummers name.                                     Was it clutkaleab? Because, He does have the good stuff.                                                      And lastly. Jonas Brothers. It has to be playing."

America

[xvodkav-deactivated20140528]

          I still have a lot of my christmas gift left      ——- want to smoke it with me?

[plastruhn]

                            He makes a comment about the display first, for he could never ignore                             such an offer of words without offering a compliment, as if he                             had just beheld the most exquisite of plays before his very eyes. Their                             location served to be a perfect stage.

                                                                       "What would be the occasion."

   America

[hxwlett-deactivated20150417]

  logan was not a woman bred from impressive amounts of patience, in the broiling melting pot of creation that had been disregarded as a forgetful necessity, but it was rare for a veritable immortal                -this was the choice word used to describe her as a late-                to be faced with an unprecedented situation;                             the simple instance of a dance moved                             to prove how socially inept                             she had truly become.

the extent of her interactions were confined towards team members, people that she held a modicum of respect for, but everyone else was relegated towards momentarily drinking partners or occasional bedfellows. 

                 she wasn’t quite sure if he was either.

                                  ❝what would i have to do to get outta this then.❞

[plastruhn]

  “In such a coincidence. Perhaps         the two of us should venture somewhere - less traveled?”

                              A compulsion to covet her, not out of meager attraction, but only to                               tighten his claws around the delicate situation, strange as it                               probably seemed. Glancing to the side, a distant hilltop in the break                               of knitted buildings. Providing the distance they saught, while                               retaining a sense of closeness to overlook events below. Maybe this 

                              would also provide some entertainment to their evening, knowing a                               little more about this female. Where she was from, interests, logical                               reasoning for traveling into the hornets` nest so willingly? Oculars                               finally making their vivid rounds back to a set of nearly identical                               hues. Being so close, nothing more than an immaculate stranger,                               who held the features of sculpted

[plastruhn]

❝

Replies.

Cracking down on them now. If anyone wishes to get something else started, don’t hesitate to ask.

[nnickfury]

+ 6 new recruits

           ”There’s no use hiding. I know you’re there.” 

[plastruhn]

                   Simplistic. Although, a hint of trust for this opposing man became evident.                    If not, a solution would be to simply avert and venture onward. Turning a lithe                    stature against the grain, now directly facing this newly proclaimed warrior.

                                                                                   ". . Who said. . I was hiding. "

[letmeputyouonhold]

[stolemytorturedheart]

[forsakenvows-deactivated2015070]

Don’t ever roleplay with me. I promise i’ll turn a one liner into a para in like two notes, flat.

[justanorphan-archive]

вιтιɴɢ тнe вυlleт ;

[justanorphan-archive]

            For a moment she allowed the cloth to linger against his brow, but soon came back to her right mind before retracting her hand once more. She hated this, hated her alliance with HYDRA, but what was she supposed to do? When she was adopted into Pierce’s care she had no idea what she was getting herself into and being a young girl who has faced abandonment before she was even given a chance, anything seemed better than the foster-care. Sometimes she wished she could go back, but she had learned a long time ago that there’s no return. Even if she hated everything they stood for, she could not walk away from it all.

      Emma, despite her unconditional care, was cautious and wary around the Soldier. She knew exactly what he was capable of, and even though she saw him more than the weapon the organization tried to make him to be, she knew better than to approach a wild animal with no precaution. Fingers flexed at her side now, tongue flitting out to wet dry lips. However, as he spoke, she looked up at him and a steady gaze fell upon his features.

      "What do I want?” She allowed silence to follow after the parroted response before her lips curled in, shoulders rising and falling in a meager shrug. "Well, I’ve always wanted a puppy — never had one. But, I don’t think that’s what you wanted to know.” The smile she offered was for the sake of lightening the mood, some small and probably poor attempt of showing him that she can be a friend;; if that was what she was even going for.

                                                        "I'm here because I want to be.                                                               Do you need water? Anything —”

     Pierce can screw it. She could only take this so much. Watching them turn a human being to a weapon was unforgivable, and though she doubted he’d recognize her as someone other than a HYDRA member and Pierce’s adopted daughter, he wasn’t alone. She was doing what she could. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much. 

[plastruhn]

                                                                               "Funny. .---"

       To every brash reaction, their would be retaliation, and a risk of losing again in the process caused a sudden twist in his stomach unlike hunger or sadness. A feeling far more painful, perhaps fear of being close to someone? Knowing that he had been the one responsible. The soldiers eyes widened suddenly, ` stick together even when everyone wants them gone. ` Lips parting slightly in silence, as if at loss words in only a moment, finally he admits defeat and allowing both arms to drop to his sides. Brows sinking deeply, a smirk found its way along strong features.

                                                                "Do you know--- who I am."

       He hardly seemed to pay any mind to her ability while her tenacious glance continiously skimmed shelves holding various items. Only from the distinctive sound by water filling a glass made He fully aware to his timely venture away from the room. Carefully, he plucked a frame from one of the end tables to have a closer look, his own reflection visible while observing the woman. 

       That comment earned another light hearted musing with a partial roll of his eyes as he turned away, watching her through cornered lids slyly, with a bemused wrinkle near the brow and nails tapping diligently against his chin. Emma had been the only one who dared to shove back what was served, be it attitude or muscle power, even both when the timing was right.And he, bound with eternal chains in the impervious darkness, swaddled his aeterna veritas in vain hope to regain that which had been long lost. And silently did he depict the array of his thoughts and plot the rebellion against all that was unchangeable, declaring man a fool before his powers. And waiting for the most exalted moment - he quietly demanded an illusion and he lived for the very same illusion which will prove to be nothing but a beautiful failure - turning his dream into a mist of black dust.

"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom. I do not need anything nor do I want anything. What about we play a game. The silent game. "