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Steve felt shaky, on uneven ground somehow. It didn’t make sense, not really. Bucky was there. Wasn’t going anywhere, that much was clear. Still, he felt that unease. Felt that pit in his stomach that told him it would never be over. That the world would always find a way to take everything that mattered to him and destroy it. He liked to tell himself he wasn’t a pessimist by nature, but moments like this made him wonder. They also made him feel a little sick. 

A hand darted out, almost blindly, as the need to make sure the other man was real surged through him. It fell on a hand, a flesh and blood hand, and relief tried to cover the unease. Tried, but failed. “I know, Buck.” He lied. He lied and he wasn’t even good at it. He’d never managed to keep the truth from Bucky for too long anyway. “Just felt a little--dunno.” Free fingers slipped through his hair, made it into some strange disarray on the top of his head. It felt right. Like it matched the storm going on in his mind.

[papafury]

Oh It’s Good To Be Back

HELLO EVERYONE!

     It’s been 6 years since I’ve started this blog and 2 years since I was somewhat active. That’s such a long time and so much has happened in that timeframe.

I finally have a Bachelor's of Science in Media Arts & Animation and work for a small company that produces children books as Head Character Designer. 

I’ve come out as Pan and Non-Binary and have never been more happy about my identity (which is so fitting since it’s Pride Month)

     And just overall a lot of ups and downs. Life has been a confusing rollercoaster and honestly, I’ve just been trying to navigate and keep it all together. When I made this blog, I was inspired by some roleplayers that were just having a great time telling their stories and I enjoyed reading them so much, that I wanted to be a part of something like that for myself. So I joined their group and made this blog to tell my own stories with whoever was kind enough to get involved with my shenanigans. I’ve made such wonderful friends that I still kept in contact with when I wasn’t active on this blog anymore. 

     That really meant a lot that I could keep some of those people around. And it’s even more touching when I messaged some of my old rp partners saying that they remember me and that I was one of their faves. Because for such a long time I was beating myself up for not being active, coming back but then leaving shortly after, etc. because at the time I couldn’t balance my time and energy with school, work, and roleplaying. So much was going on and I just couldn’t handle it anymore. And because of that, I know that I’ve hurt people without meaning to but I did. I’m so terribly sorry about everything.

     I just turned 18 when I started here, now I’m 24 and a lot more different than I was before. I’ve come back because I wanted to reconnect with old friends and get back into writing again since it’s been so long. But this time around it’s gonna be different.

This blog will be semi-active and semi-selective. I don’t have the same motivation and energy as I did when I first started, so my replies will take a little bit of time to get to.

This is meant for me to get back into the groove of things without the stress from before. I just want to have fun and write some cool stories. Maybe draw some prompts or requests since I’ve improved over the years.

And lastly: If I feel like roleplaying just isn’t for me anymore, then that’s okay. I don’t want to have to feel guilty or upset if I’m just not feeling it anymore. I’m not gonna beat myself over this. (That last part was mostly for me haha)

With that being said, thank you to those who’ve stuck by me all these years and to those who still care about me. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

HAPPY PRIDE BITCHES!

@fierylittleniece @my12percentofamoment @barnesreporting @starspangledtightsman @prplhawk @manufacturedpower and @ anyone who’s still around and wanna join the fun!

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Darren should just tell Fury about Roxy’s terrible taste

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        there’s a cigarette between his lips, dangling loosely. “ have you ever considered adding functions to your arm? ” he asks, ever blunt and always tactless. “ i saw a video game pitch where someone has a fake hand that can project energy shields or turn into a weapon. you should think about getting something like that. ”

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“Who are you?” Loki asked as an unfamiliar figure stepped through the door into his new room. His stance was protective, eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the other hesitate at the door. It had been a long day, a frustrating day, to say the least. Being what could be called exiled to Wakanda, away from his people because the remaining Avengers decided they didn’t want him roaming the streets.

A fair judgement, Loki supposed, but he was a God compared to these Mortals, he should have just been banished from earth if they didn’t want him here.

“What are you doing here?”

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Okay this looks bad...

“It’s strawberry syrup, yup...Just red syrup.”

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3:< uncalled for!

Totally called for! <:

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Dear Steve,

On this the day of your birth, I’ve made you a glorious offering of cake. Made with lots of love and all that shit, (but no really, cakes are hard, Steve, so much crap goes in em), to show how much I care. Obviously I couldn’t resist that beautiful color scheme either.

Lots of Love and dicks,

your bestest pal,

Bucky.

He’s still holding the cake when he finds Bucky, that look of knowing on his face as he shakes his head affectionately at him. “These are fireworks, right?” he asks, knowing without a doubt that they aren’t supposed to be. “I’m hoping that’s the only questionable thing about this cake. You’re as bad in the kitchen as I am.” But Steve is also grinning smugly now, and he holds the cake out between them. “Thanks, by the way.”