#aluraborealis

[punemy-spotted]

Omg omg omg I first read dead trees like lavender fields on Ao3 and fell in LOVE with your writing and your characters. I was already a fan of the old gods podcast and this was the crossover I never knew I needed!

Anyway for your event, I guess this falls under hainted headcanons? I wanna know everything about Sargent Barnes and his intentions with the reader ahhh... Like, what is he exactly? How does he plan on getting ahold of the reader for good? And what would he do with her if she became his?

Idk if my questions even make sense lol but anyway! No worries if you don't feel like answering, I still love you and your writing forever 💖

Friend, I am so so thrilled to see you here and on Ao3!! Thank you so much for reading and reaching out during this sleepover party!!! Old Gods of Appalachia is such a beautifully rich and haunting universe that I couldn't help myself — I just had to write a series inspired by such a Gothic, cosmically horrifying world.

Thank you so much for all your questions about brother Barnes, all coalfire an' darkness. I think I can give you some answers without giving too much away!

What is Sergeant Barnes, exactly?

Sergeant Barnes is a nightmare. He is cave-in and crushed bodies, coal-dust and collapsed lung. he is poisonous gas pocket and underground inferno and all the prayers, offerings, and rituals to prevent those selfsame calamities. He is not evil, not completely, perhaps not at all. He simply is, in the same way any predator is just a hunter of smaller creatures. The next level up on the food chain and — simultaneously, for this congregation and flock — one third of a God. Believe you me — there's worse than Foreman Barnes in the tunnels and tombs below.

What are Sergeant Barnes's intentions with Kitten?

Every God deserves a tribute. Why shouldn't he also have a bride? Contracts ought to be honored, don't you agree? AS for how he plans on gettin' hold of Kitten for good well... Ma Rogers may have t'knock some sense into him 'fore he's allowed to admit it, but it's already too late. Blood always flows home, after all, an' these are her kinfolk. As for what he'll do to her once she's his, well. Look to Ma and Pastor Rogers for an idea of his intentions. 😉

Come join us for a Family sleepover, Down Here, in this Valley!

[thehollowsoldat]

when the lines are blurred and faded | borealis & soldier

Phone call. STRIKE will retrieve them in the morning. He stares at her in the firelight. Still putting up a fight, despite her fear and knowing. Good Soldiers follow orders and the Winter Soldier was the best. “We have another day,” he lies. “Storm’s going to continue.” Gestures at her mug, “Want some more tea?”

There’s no pride in this completed mission, he thinks as he watches her drink drugged tea. Sits next to her on the couch, holding her hand. Hums tunelessly as she passes out (Snow White eating the apple). Catches the mug before it falls.

Outside, the wind howls. The Soldier changes into his uniform. Watches her sleep and the fireplace. He remains aware but outside of himself, of time. Hurry up and wait.

Snaps back to himself when he hears the SUV (more of a van, really) drives up. Footsteps. Movement. He stands at attention as STRIKE, led by Rumlow, stride through the cabin.

“Good morning, Soldier!” Rumlow is smirking, like always. Looks between the woman on the couch and the Soldier. “Kind of cute,” he says to Rollins, who is almost as quiet as the Soldier. Rollins shrugs. “Alright, let’s go. Mission report,” Rumlow continues, as the men carry [the Subject] to the vehicle.

This is how it goes in HYDRA. Soldier may lead STRIKE and work solo when the mission calls for it. When the mission is done, it is the Asset. The Asset falls in step with Rumlow, “Subject is stable. Powerful, though untrained. Stubborn. She does not approve of HYDRA.” Neutral, clinical, accentless. Doors shut as they get in the vehicle. It stares into nothing. Let them discuss her fate. Nobody asks the Asset direct questions (confuses it).

It is home. It walks to the chair. It sits in the chair. It is scanned, wires connected to the metal arm, and given an IV. It opens its mouth for the guard. It bites down on the guard. It tenses, head back, looking at the metal band rotating above it, breathing hard. It is restrained. It screams.

It is a full wipe.

It sleeps in cryo. It awakens. It is scanned, wiped, and activated.

It is handed a file by its current handler. Project Borealis. There is no spark of recognition in its memories, so it reads and reviews. 

“Soothe her. Be a friend to her. We want her to accept HYDRA as a home. Once she is ready, you will train her. If it all goes as planned, you are to be partners.” Hardly anyone is forthcoming about this kind of situation, so he drinks this in.

“Yes, sir.” He’s escorted by guards to the room she is in and enters.

[this-heavy-heart-this-old-mind]

Bucky got a couch and a bed for his flat. That made it look smaller, but it was his place. He was a free bear, however small his den.

After dinner, he invited Alura to the couch, and raised an arm with the blanket hanging off it. Come in.

@aluraborealis

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

It had only been a few days since Alura had checked into the secluded log cabin. She was trailing a string of disappearances in the smoky mountains that would give 'The Missing 411' a run for its money. She stepped out into the cool autumn morning with a sigh. The jeans and flannel she wore might be considered too light for a chilly day, but it hardly bothered the Boreal girl.

Slinging a bag over her shoulder, she set out along the cabin trail. The blonde didn't have a plan per se, (she was still fairly new at hunting, to be honest) but figured she could ask around the campsite. Maybe someone would have a story to tell.

Blackwater Ridge.

It had been twelve years since the Winchester's had been back here, since the last string of murders- It had been a case of a wendigo then, and it almost seemed like this was TOO specific to be a coincidence. Though it seemed too early for this. Last time this had happened it was every 23 years by clockwork, and they had killed the damn thing! Though- Maybe it was a different wendigo. They tended to hibernate for YEARS at a time- Like clockwork.

Dean was off on another hunt with Castiel so Sam had taken this one on his own- It would be seen foolish on any other hunters part, but he could handle himself quite well these days. He'd just checked into the last empty cabin as a park ranger investigating the disappearances- Two girls and a boy had gone missing in the woods. They hadn't been found, but presumed dead. If it was a wendigo- There was a CHANCE they were still alive. Maybe.

He was dressed in a typical ranger uniform, ID in his pocket if anyone asked, sheathed knife to his side hidden beneath his clothes. It was still daylight, so it would be hiding until nightfall, when it hunted for new victims. Dean had made him a more updated ID since then- After all, it had been twelve years.

He hadn't been paying attention to where he was going and bumped into the blonde, staggering. He threw out a strong arm to catch her, looking sheepish. "Woah- Wasn't watching where I was going, sorry." He let her go once he was steady, taking a step back. "What brings you to Blackwater?" @aluraborealis

[thehollowsoldat]

continued with @aluraborealis from here.

“Old Navy. $3. Spring clearance sale.” Bucky saunters over and flops like a bored prince in his chair, a wide smirk blooming at how red his roomie got. All that tasty blood running through her. Showed off his fangs. “Would you rather I cover up or keep staring at me until the sun comes up?”

[thehollowsoldat]

Chanukah 2024 | Bucky & Alura

Bucky was very much tipsy on Asgardian wine when he started shredding potatoes. KP had loved him, back in the day. Knew how to peel a potato right. Who needed food processors or pre-shredded potatoes? Not JBB. This was the kind of spur of the moment things he tended to do these days. Somehow the first 7 days of Chanukah had slipped through his fingers. His phone cheerfully reminded him it was the last night and goddamnit his cravings for latkes kicked in.

Target run it was. Potatoes. Onions. More eggs. Jumbo bottle of canola oil. Candles. Becca’s children had given Bucky his grandparent’s old menorah, his tallis and teffilin, along with her tea set and tons of photo albums. Good thing too. Couldn’t imagine getting one of these soulless mass-produced menorahs.

Sour cream and applesauce. Swung by the butcher to grab a brisket (thank fuck they hadn’t sold out). Rushed it all back in to the building he shared with Steve. Least they had their own floors, rather than a shitty tenement apartment. Somehow, Bucky was ‘stuck’ with a roommate. Not really. Asked her to move in. There was more than enough space for her to have her own bedroom. Tons of plants.

Brisket (recipe filched from an index card with Becca’s handwriting) had been cooking all day and was just hanging out on warm. Bubbe and Ma took care of the meat. Latkes had always been Zayde and then Bucky’s job. Times like this, the ghosts are warm and comforting and it hurts less.

Tunelessly humming along with the vinyl as he mixed the batter, he blinked up as Alura entered the kitchen. The kitchen that was currently in disaster mode. This is why he wore an apron when cooking. Kitchens were made to be messy. Waves a hand that was covered in shredded potato mixed with egg and flour.

“Prisoner,” he says with all the affection his tipsy self can muster. Quite a lot. Leave him alone, he hasn’t actually gotten drunk in decades. Bit of a weird thing to call his girlfriend but they were weird. Not many girls went for the fella who tried to drag them back to HYDRA.

Licks his lips, looking around. Right. He had a live in girlfriend now. Who probably thought he lost what was rest of his goddamn mind to a cooking frenzy. Takes another sip of wine. “Happy Chanukah.”

Smooth.

[thehollowsoldat]

The Canopy

The Dear Hunter · Song · 2011

“The Canopy” - The Dear Hunter

“I was spinning through the air when I thought my life was ending But I was really on the ground and you were lying right next to me I looked right into your eyes, and I found myself pretending That we were high above the canopy but tethered to the trunk of a tree Slow down, take time, and see the forest for the leaves I know that I should practice what I preach I was falling to the ground when I felt my body breaking But I had fallen in your lap, with my head tilted back So I could see the sun eclipsed by your hair that left a halo hanging Waiting above so when you go you don't have to wait to get your wings Slow down, take time, and see the forest for the leaves I know that I should practice what I preach Slow down, take time, and see the forest for the leaves I know that I should practice what I preach“

[thehollowsoldat]

Look into my eyes (meme)

Italics are Winter Soldier, Bold is 2024!Bucky

I see

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

You're

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

You

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me