𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥

[sovietstrings-arc]

SOVIETSTRINGS   [ ready to comply ]     —     an independent and headcanon heavy excursion into the  marvel  universe.  this is a private & low stress roleplay blog for  james barnes  with a focus in story building and character developement.   designed by  deeds  and ruled by none, with a curious interest in exploring the unsavory, this blog contains a degree of adult content, discretion is encouraged.   minimal regulations under the cut.

                PROMPTS      |      AESTHETIC      |      PLAYLIST      |      MULTI

 strung along with  [ ... ] steve rogers , loki laufeyson + wanda maximoff , natalia romanova , clint barton / rick flag , stevie chance , james barnes , penny docker , sharon carter

𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 ; 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 — 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭.

i'm not writing mcu bucky.    i'm not writing 616 bucky.    this is not a trivia show. i'm gonna write and if canon objects to specific choices made or altered it can fuck right off.

♡   mun is deeds , 35 , est , any pronouns. ♡   this is a private and exclusive roleplay blog. ♡   chronically bad at non - plot related conversations. ♡   i do not follow for follow. ♡   i maintain the right of refusal. ♡   rarely stalk the dash , often in drafts. ♡   minimal formatting , occasional icons. ♡   i practice frequent and liberal softblocking. ♡ very ship positive. ♡ heavily oc inclusive. ♡   loosely dupe friendly with minor reservations. ♡   i do not tag triggers unless personally asked. ♡   attachment to those who indulge me often. ♡   here for writing.

[sovietstrings-arc]

this blog is an archive. i'm located at a new one, same url. not linking it but you can find it if you look.

[sovietstrings-arc]

i'm signing off the tunglr for the time being so catch me on the cord or not at all. 😪 still forget about the status. it's applicable at least?? i'll be writing? on there. for once. at least until i get the remake in order.

[sovietstrings-arc]

the itch to remake is real.

[sovietstrings-arc]

ye, imma do it this weekend.

[sovietstrings-arc]

the itch to remake is real.

[nvrmiss]

💋💋💋 @sovietstrings

bucky's not usually this warm. it's really all he can think about as he's caught in the other man's grasp, gaze locked up and onto bucky's. they've been this close before. plenty of times, in fact, and clint knows for a fact that bucky runs cold, like a block of ice to clint's furnace. today was different, though, and bucky's grip on his arms was almost bruising tight. something wasn't right here. clint's about to voice it, about to question bucky's reaction, but once more, he's stunned into silence when bucky moves. a warm palm cups clint's cheek for a moment before slipping to the back of his neck, and bringing him forward with a forceful push.

clint doesn't fight him when their lips collide; all the warmth that had been radiating from bucky was now filling him up until he could burn from the inside out. he doesn't pull away. he doesn't resist. instead, he meets those chapped lips with fervor, tongue darting out, and teasing bucky's lips until they open for him, giving clint a full taste of everything bucky.

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

[sovietstrings-arc]

there's no excuse, nor answer for it. how his belly had gone tight and one too many glances across the room made his chest ache. partially in anger, that was a given. clint had shown up where he shouldn't, wandered through gunfire not meant for him, and come out the other side luckily only slightly worse for wear. but the blood was still on him. it'd run between his fingers and seated in the beds of his nails. made sure that james wouldn't soon forget how he'd had to help him to his feet.. carry him from the smoke. a second time had become a third and he'd stopped counting after that.

but this time was different. his palm was sweating. the soles of his boots couldn't settle. clint's mouth opened to ask a question and he used that lapse as the opportunity sought. to nudge their noses. to kiss with teeth and tongue and all the frustration he hoped would clarify that look on his face.

he'd been scared.

it isn't enough to justify how he let him take the lead, but it was a start. down from tipped toes, he's back on his heels before the second push comes. coupled with a pull, his fingers thread through short, blond tufts before seeking a grip. something substantial to hold on to. his way to reassure himself that clint was still here.

[killerdame]

IS IT PERSONAL?

dove wants to laugh. would, if it weren't for the way her throat mirrors the gun she's holding, some internal mechanism pulled back, locked into a position which can hold only one very slight and fatal thing: remorse. but if she lets that out, the shot may ricochet. sharing her guilt only opens opportunity to be hurt.

it is the most personal thing dove could imagine, but it shares only the barest outline with the point he's making. if you took the meanings directly out of their mouths and laid them flat on the table, they would overlap, bare the same molar-bitten shape, but under the light ⸺ they are two different images entirely.

he wants to know if it's retribution. it isn't. but she's never killed a person before. after she pulls the trigger — when that fact changes — that will make him the face she sees most for the rest of her life. the memory she turns over until it is worn pale, the ink of it embedded in her thumb. no longer a separate entity but part of her. there is nothing more personal than this.

"is that worse than poor manners ⸺ false ones?"

her hand doesn't shake, but her voice does. he hasn't turned around. she wishes he would. she doesn't think she can do it if he doesn't turn around; she thinks she will collapse if he does.

"settled is a better word for it. i can't imagine the options they've already exhausted," the things that you've done to put them all to bed, "to be left with me."

and still, she's the one behind him, isn't she? in her pretty dinner dress, perfume a mothy collar around her neck — a scent that will make her sick for days — with the warmth of his touch still cooling against her knee. the ghost of a hand.

"⸺ would you look at me?"

[sovietstrings-arc]

the signs had all been there. he'd seen them, filed them away, and pretended to enjoy the rest of his night. ate food that was suddenly soured. smiled wry, restrained. bucky watched the minutes tick by and wondered in the quiet way allotted, just when this had begun. if it was this night. if it was the night prior. not so long an affair he had learned more than the name given and the details surrounding it. but betrayal was a flavor he recognized. pushed it around with his tongue til it could be tucked back, against molars no longer grit.

" i could give you an idea of them, " a rotation of bodies come before her. few were as soft and certainly none as sweet. they dropped easy. one wore signs of a garotte.. another lay in a growing pool of blood, a blade in his throats and a star carved into his neck. old habit made warning.

bucky doesn't turn for her asking him to. fleshy pads of his fingers test one another in the dark of his pocket, their metallic counterparts a flicker of unspoken threat, passed over the edge of a borrowed nightstand. her choice, this room. somewhere warm that smelt of fresh linens and crisp champagne. the culmination of her grazing nails and painted lips ghosted over his pulse. a reminder why spontaneity was for less burdened men and no delicate explanation would convince him away from the conclusions he's drawn.

" the others would've already pulled the trigger. " a few of them had. left marks that healed over, quick enough. learned the hard way that bullets couldn't touch him. save for a well aimed shot between the eyes, his body didn't know when to lie. hadn't remembered a pulse slower than this. " or slipped something into my drink. " cyanide might not kill him, but it'd make this easier.

she'd regret it.. him looking at her.

but he does. after a beat and a breath, bucky's planted a well-shined shoe and pivoted. looks past the shiny barrel of a gun poised and lands on the pretty face he feels no different for than he had at the start of their evening. she wouldn't be the first one to seal a kiss with gunpowder.

" go ahead. you don't get credit for a job half-done, right ? "

[pce235]

✐ FOR A RANDOM SENTENCE STARTER / always accepting

───── ❛ so i got a little cranky! ❜

˚ ( @sovietstrings )

[sovietstrings-arc]

" a little cranky.. right. " he's seen cranky. he's seen the way tony handles his feelings and how many bottles the guy could empty when he was wound up by them. but this.. " —there's a hole in the ceiling. "

[apologizelater]

❛     y'er  starin'  off  again.    ❜        blues  have  been  flickering  up  &*  down  from  the  sketchbook  resting  on  steve's  knee  ,  hands  busy  scratching  graphite  against  paper.         he's  drawing  bucky's  profile  –  more  specifically  at  the  second  ,  the  shape  of  his  nose.        it's  not  his  first  sketch  of  bucky  –  nor  will  it  be  the  last.        he  could  draw  him  pretty  reliably  from  memory  ,  in  all  honesty.           ❛    where'd  you  go  ?       not  that  i'm  complainin'  –  easier  to  draw  you  this  way.    ❜        his  voice  is  soft as he addresses @sovietstrings  ;  non-judgemental.        coaxing.       

[sovietstrings-arc]

if he sits long enough in it, lets it swell up around his shoulders, bucky can submit to the quiet without flinching. he can face the backs of distant soldiers, moving around the mess hall, and not wonder too long how many of them had taken notice. how many of them could see the change. if he was imagining the twitch of his fingers or if, not for the first time, he'd caught fists straining under the table.

" —huh ? " dull, the question wobbles and falls out from under itself. turns the glassy eyed stare he'd had pinned to the opposing wall in steve's direction, two blinks and he can pick out his face from dim lighting. " ..oh. "

the smile isn't forced, but it's wary. it's thin and short-lived, failing to reach his eyes once they've turned back to a half-emptied glass of now warm booze. it's barely three-pm.. his grandma would clutch her pearls at the sight of him. thankfully steve wasn't his grandma.

" was just thinking about.. " why his head still hurt. why his breathing stayed hitched. " never mind. it wasn't important. "

[sovietstrings-arc]

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

☠ what does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you ?

this has sort of changed over the years. it used to be pushiness. i'm very up front about how i am total ass at ooc chitchat. i've had people take that personally and legitimately wanted me to apologize for not talking to them. buuut, lately, i think the thing that turns me off from a partner the most.. the whole purity culture and thinking they have the right to dictate what i write or who i write it with. there's something so inherently icky about that to me. not only do i unfollow for it, i'll block a bitch for it. i can't stomach someone trying to shove their morality down my throat in or out of roleplay.

✂ a fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting ?

there was a time when this would have unanimously been the marvel fandom. the first time i wrote bucky was back in 2015/16 and i couldn't get a foot in the door to save my life. i was also very insecure about how i wrote him then, too, though. now ? i can't say i feel like any fandom is any more or less open than another. i'm a confident writer now, however. i know some of them come with a whole shit ton of caveats and it always depends on the muse you bring to the party. all my kudos to people writing ocs specifically in a fandom cause some of the rules i've read about how those are received ? woof.

✖ how has tumblr rp changed since you started ?

i started writing on tunglr back in 2012 sooo... what's an easy way to say completely ? it used to be plain ass font, single spaced, 100x100 icons and that was that. usually in an rpg, too. and there's something i sort of miss about the basic nature of that style of rp. where the focus was always the writing. don't get me wrong, i love some pretty graphics and aesthetics can make your world go round if you're into them. but people are way too hung up on making things fancy these days. you do you, that's my opinion, but try to remember what brought you to the table to begin with. and making someone feel lesser because they aren't obsessed with graphics and formatting ? not cute behavior.

[sovietstrings-arc]

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

♦ what was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise ?

give me 10 minutes to decide what justifies as 'mildly annoying' lolol... ugh. i THINK this qualifies ; when folks assume my muse's abilities and then undermine them ? it hasn't happened with bucky specifically, but in the past, with other muses, it's sort of like people take what is the big bad villain in a game and, yanno, shoot him in the leg like he would 1.) just let that happen and 2.) there's no consequences. i generally associate this with people who haven't been neck deep in rp for several decades so they don't really, yanno, get the etiquette and nuances of writing with strong or villainous characters. also someone spelt my oc's name wrong in EVERY REPLY despite it being right there in mine. that was just.. a real ass chapper. lol

☀ what's your rp pet peeve ?

so i already answered this here, but i thought of another one. because i'm dramatic and elitist like that. i think dni's for actors based solely on weird he said she said accusations is silly and i don't get the appeal to putting them out there. just a personal preference on my part. unless there's a legitimate reason to want to excise the person from the rpc, it's just... :)))) not my taste. lol that's the most polite way i know how to word it. and yes, i do tend to look at folks a little sideways when they have excessive lists like that.

[sovietstrings-arc]

☀ What's your rp pet peeve? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill? ❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

☀ what's your rp pet peeve ?

there are the typical ones ; muse collecting, chronic yapping, refusal to cut posts. i think i'm pretty chill when it comes to writing, personally. even the things that make me irritated, i can typically excuse. my main hang-up will always be when someone spends all of their time shit posting and i have to scroll several pages into their blog to find evidence they even roleplay. there are always unique cases but that one gets under my skin the most. that and when someone says they have no one to write with when there's an untouched starter for them sitting right there from myself or someone else. admit you only want to write certain things with certain people. it's okay, you're allowed to have favorites.

❀ what has made you completely lose your chill ?

so i made myself angry just thinking about this lolol.. i thiiiink the thing that really sets me off the most.. okay. plotting out a whole storyline angle with someone, just to see them using it with someone else, writing my same muse ? fastest way to get me to not want to write with you. i'm not in the way of confronting folks about it, they're an adult, they should be able to connect the dots. but maaaan that makes me heated. it usually tends to be related to me being a slower roleplayer, too. because i am either full throttle or a snails pace. i get that some people don't like to wait around. but they'll be waiting even longer if i see that happening on dash. i can be rude and petty about it too.

❥ has someone ever ruined a fc or character for you ?

:))))) yes. but it's not in the normal way i don't think. there are a whole gaggle of muses i can barely look at because they were written by extremely close friends who decided to either ghost me or just.. yanno, not be friends for some reason or another. i don't have time to list them all but hey, i am literally writing with different iterations of some of them now, so i'd say i'm doing a pretty good job at moving on from those bad times.

[wintersthighs]

[sovietstrings-arc]

please know that i work in loose approximation of canon and walk a parallel line with it rather than on it. every thread is different. every thread can have different canon. there's a reason i don't really put my headcanons out there, and it's because i adapt them to situations and relationships. 🥰 i've had a few people ask me about stuff and figured i'd really hammer this point home. james is a skeleton and i am strategically putting meat on his bones when and where i choose. assume canon. don't assume canon. i don't care, we'll figure it out as we go. it's between me and each of my partners. all yall are cute and i am still dying of the plague but i have high hopes of making it out the other side and actually writing tonight.

[agentinred]

totally not serious edit of your chara // @sovietstrings

but also rifp...

[formerfirstson-a]

"i stopped being me such a long time ago, 

        i can’t even remember who that was."

an independent roleplay blog for thomas tj hammond from the mini series political animals. mostly canon compliant with several headcanons inserted. crossover & oc friendly, selective & mutuals only. mun is above 30, minors do not follow nor interact  ©

[sovietstrings-arc]

Q. @crossxxbones , ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞

the pavement comes on quickly, knees cracking asphalt while the buzz in his ears reaches a peak, an echo, a doldrum. he stares, unblinking, where one crack fissures into another and the bark of his handler fights through the ringing. pressure at his nape, a stubborn want to resist it meets conditioning that moves him as he's pushed. further.. there's still blood on his hands and it smears an uneven set of stripes as he paws, briefly, at the ground.

a growl has already started, low in his throat. the shadow of the commander, moving past him, is followed far as it can be. and once out of range, a want to raise his head finds renewed resistance. his body wouldn't allow it. he'd not listened. hadn't come back when told to. the soldier had chased his target far out of range of the allotted zone and, for it, there was no praise. no clap on the back. what he got was this. heavy breaths recycling muzzled air, metallic fingers carving concrete, he waits for what doesn't initially come.

" <заказы ?> " what would right his wrong. what would undo this fault when the life of his mark hadn't been enough. and what, he imagined, would make the static of his mind level out somewhere manageable again. they don't work in apologies. " <приказы, командир.> "