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don’t tell me “you can’t do that” ‘cause I will do that
okay so. i am currently without a computer or a reliable internet connection, and i have no idea how long this will be the case. i could be good to go in a week, it could take longer, depending on how quickly i can fix my financial situation. so this is just a general psa. if i go quiet on you without warning/stop replying to messages/etc., i am not ignoring you i promise.
your best chance at getting ahold of me is discord, but even then it'll be a bit touch and go.
TAGGED BY : @bautransfer TAGGING : @polyarnye-nochi, @lanternknight, and anyone else who wants to !
bold applies to all verses, italics for occasional or specific verses.
APHRODITE : laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger. APOLLO : glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account. ARES : armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath. ARTEMIS : keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling. ATHENA : discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes. DEMETER : soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air. DIONYSUS : drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause. HEPHAESTUS : the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid flannel shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles. HERA : resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine bottles of beer as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold. HERMES : devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers. POSEIDON : storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin fiddle, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow. ZEUS : thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
if we were villains ❧ sentence starters
feel free to change pronouns as needed! taken from the absolutely recommended book ‘if we were villains’ by m.l. rio.
❝ seems like just yesterday my dad was shouting at me for throwing my life away. ❞
❝ last time we went skinny-dipping i fell on the dock buck naked and spent the rest of the night facedown on the couch with ______ pulling splinters out of my ass. ❞
❝ i know what you’re capable of, and i’ll be damned if i don’t drag it out of you by the time you leave this place. ❞
❝ everyone has a weakness. even you. the strongest thing you can do is admit it. ❞
❝ get drunk, get loud, get lucky. ❞
❝ okay. let’s kill them. ❞
❝ i’m not playing. don’t fucking do that again. ❞
❝ i’m bleeding. you son of a bitch. ❞
❝ you’re lovely, but you’re not worth it. ❞
❝ be careful, ______. you’re much too trusting. ❞
❝ you’ve got puke on your face. ❞
❝ we need to decide what to tell the police about what happened. ❞
❝ you of all people should understand…we don’t owe him anything. ❞
❝ i’m going to bed unless you’ve got something to say. ❞
❝ i’ve had enough sexual misadventures for one year, thanks. ❞
❝ if it makes you feel any better, i’d have done exactly the same thing. ❞
❝ c’mon. it’s fucking freezing and i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❞
❝ when did we become such terrible people? ❞
❝ i’ll be the first one to admit i don’t know what we’re doing here. but i want to figure it out. ❞
❝ are you going to cold-shoulder me all night? ❞
❝ what’s gotten into you? you don’t sound like yourself. ❞
❝ i guess my other option is an existential crisis. ❞
❝ you can’t quantify humanity. you can’t measure it. people are passionate and flawed and infallible. ❞
❝ you know, ______, i like you. mostly in spite of myself. ❞
❝ i want so badly to be mad at you that i could do that, but i CAN’T, so i’m mad at myself instead. do you even understand how unfair that is? ❞
❝ fuck! fuck this, fuck me, fuck YOU. ❞
❝ don’t do that, please –––– right now can we just be ourselves? ❞
❝ i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i want to hurt the whole world. ❞
❝ ever heard of hate sex? ❞
❝ don’t follow me. ❞
❝ no! don’t come too close. keep your distance. tell me what happened. ❞
❝ why don’t you fight back? why won’t you get your hands dirty? ❞
❝ i’d have killed him myself if i thought it would keep the rest of you safe. ❞
❝ will you marry him? it’s been long enough. ❞
❝ the future is wide and wild and full of promise, but it is precarious, too. ❞
❝ you know, the bare-chested, covered-in-blood look, it’s working for you. ❞
❝ would you change the ending, if you could? ❞
❝ we’ll never forget it. that’s the worst part. ❞
Do you have any tips for writing so you don't use "as" because I've noticed I tend to do it a lot while writing
I thought I had the manuscript with all the “as”’s circled, but apparently I only saved the one where he circled every time I used a variation of “grin”, which was nine times in one chapter if you cared to know! 😂
But I did some looking through some very old e-mails and I actually found the original first draft and I compared that to the edits I made! Soo!!
Example #1:
His grin went tight as he drummed his hands over the top of the door. “Well, aren’t you charming.”
Revision:
His grin went tight. He drummed his fingers over the top of the door. “Well, aren’t you charming.”
Example #2:
I felt my eyes bug out of my head as I quickly covered myself with the shirt in my hands.
Revision:
My eyes, now, were bugging out of my head. I covered myself with the shirt in my hands.
Example #3:
On her other side, Camille hummed lowly as she cradled her mug.
Revision:
On her other side, Camille hummed lowly while she cradled her mug.
Example #4:
Lucy’s face puckered as she looked at me.
Revision:
Lucy’s face puckered when she looked at me.
All really easy fixes!
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He was thankful that Tequila’s ear piece was still functioning properly. With one suddenly offline, Bucky didn’t like to think that would happen if they both went screwy, but wasn’t that what HYDRA had taught him for all those years? How to still be effective without communication, like letting an attack dog off the leash, making his own judgement calls as he tore people apart. This wasn’t any different. Only… these were the people who engrained that into him. This base was full of HYDRA. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t even a little bit nervous about the blast from the past.
Holding the gun tight and at the ready, Bucky gave a nod to Tequila and then moved out from behind the corner. The hall he crept down was still ghostly empty; everything still rubbed his nerves the wrong way. HYDRA would never run from a fight and they surely wouldn’t abandon a base before blowing it all up. “They’ve gotta still be here,” he murmured to himself, sweeping the barrel of the gun to the side as he passed a hall to his right. “They’d never leave a base standing if they had to jump ship.”
And there - a door that lead to the control room. He was sure of it. Bucky tensed, pausing and then pointing at the door to get Tequila’s attention. His finger was ready to slip over the trigger and his steps became silent upon his slow approach.
A crackling came over the intercom. Bucky’s focus was solid, locked onto that door, and he was almost to it before a low, gravelly voice uttered only one word from the speaker: “Sputnik.”
He reeled back from the door and his hand pressed to his head. Growling, he sounded quite like he was in pain, until his breathing went from ragged to heavy and slow. His mind was clearing, everything refocusing, and there came that void he’d frequently lost himself to. That machine mindset.
“Kill the Statesman.”
Aware of the presence behind him, it only took one fluid motion for him to turn and point the barrel of his gun at Tequila, finger falling over the trigger to fire a shot.
every second that ticked by in the uneasy silence of the corridor pressed harder on tequila's nerves, though he did well to conceal it, willing to hope bucky hadn't picked up on the growing extent of his uncertainty --- it was only common sense that he'd be less than nostalgic coming back here, and he didn't want to add to that discomfort any more than he needed to.
he nodded slowly to the observation. hydra's willingness to raze everything to keep anyone from gaining access to it was well known ( and goddamn infuriating, if you asked him ) and something he'd hoped to try to use to their advantage. apparently, though, improvisation was in order.
eyes narrowed as bucky gestured to the door and he nodded again, stepping back and sweeping his gaze across the hall behind them, half waiting for a trap to be sprung. his attention snapped with record speed back to smirnoff though, with the the crackle of the speaker --- a word he barely caught and didn't have the time to make sense of --- and the following sound of pain.
something not unlike horror settled into his bones. the sight of bucky's body language changing to that of the soldier, something he hadn't seen in full since that first day, made him go cold. in a rush, everything snapped into place and he realized what'd happened. it had been a trap, bucky was just going to be the one to spring it.
kill the statesman.
in the time it took bucky to turn, tequila's own hand had risen, though not the one still gripped around his gun. he deactivated his comm, letting his eyes snap to bucky's and ignoring the quickly accelerating thud of his heart as he thought this out.
“ easy barnes. ” he tried to force easy command into his tone, even as he took a step backwards, but wasn't sure to what extent he succeeded. he didn't bother raising his own gun. short of a headshot, which was unacceptable, he didn't think the soldier much cared what he did.
and then bucky fired. a startled noise of pain wrenched itself from tequila alongside a loud curse as his gun clattered to the ground, the whole right side of his body jerking back as a bullet came to lodge itself in his shoulder, thankfully at least partially slowed by the mostly bulletproof statesman jacket he wore ( god, he really owed ginger ). he was moving back before the blood could even begin to spread spread, sidestepping behind a corner and resisting the urge to clamp a hand over the wound and instead reaching for the second pistol holstered at his side.
in any other situation, he thought the situation of being faced with a standoff with one of the world's best assassins would be exciting, ever inducing that dangerous thrill in his blood --- but the fact that this was bucky kept that delight as far from his mind as he could be. flicking off the safety, he kept his voice level as he spoke, pressing his back to the wall and listening for movement, bleeding arm tucked semi-securely to his chest.
“ c'mon goose, this ain't you. y'aint gotta do this. ”
i’ll hit you with my second-best shot. im saving my best shot for a special occasion and youre not worth it
OOC / so if you thought for any reason that i wouldn’t be the kind of person to buy a mane for my cat , the evidence to prove just how wrong you are is below the cut
“ REVERSE EMPATH. THAT’S WHAT JONES TOLD ME I’D BECOME. THAT MY EMOTIONS WERE CONTAGIOUS. / independent and selective nick lane from fringe. as loved by chris. oc and crossover friendly!
❛ 𝙸 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙸 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙼 𝙴 𝙼 𝙾 𝚁 𝙸 𝙴 𝚂 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙴 ! originally established in august 2016, reboot from humancoded.
me, roughly four hours ago : okay sure it’s two am, i haven’t slept in going on three days, and i’ve been a goddamn emotional mess for the last two of those, but i’m gonna watch the last couple pixar movies i’ve missed bc i've been putting them off. it’ll be great!
me, now, having cried myself halfway to dehydration and brought myself the verge of some sort of breakdown : i might have made a slight miscalculation
new pride icon template credit to @concinnitytm !
YOU’RE A FIGHTER ALL THE WAY DOWN TO YOUR CORE AND N O T H I N G IN THE WORLD COULD K I L L YOU
( ( ( EXCEPT TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHING YOU’RE FIGHTING FOR IS WRONG ) ) )
Send “What’s this?” to stumble across a possession my muse keeps secret.
A memento of the past, a shameful secret, a hidden hobby - it could be anything.
thank you uncle dean for teaching me la bamba on guitar thank you girl from broken bow who shot an arrow through my heart thank you mama for the roll and thank you daddy for the rock but most of all, most of all thanks to the bulls that bucked me off
Reblog if your muse has ever gotten into a fist fight!