#cxsusbelli

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Personally I became very attached to your Bucky at the very beginning. I know we talked about this before but I really love how deep into his broken mind you get. You're always worried about making him too volatile but honestly most people don't PUT ENOUGH OF THAT into him. You have such wonderful views on this muse and your writing for him is always on point.

iM. I’ve lost the ability to WORD. This muse means so much to me, honestly, and this has to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I don’t even know how to give a proper response to this. But I love you. I love you Steve. You’re legitimately never getting rid of me. You’re so fucking wonderful omg. 

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" do you not believe yourself worthy ------ ? ”

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  there is a resonating fire brimming just below the surface of  his stoicism, a weakness GNAWING at his guts, tempered by the flare of paranoia edging at his nerves ( cornered ; evasive ) as he watched for signs of deception from the other man. azure irises wild with suspicion, hardened by years of war. he's got the exits tabbed, & isn't afraid to use brute force.

metallic fingers curl into themselves, one hand protectively cradling the cover of a tattered notebook. what lies within it, the scattered fragments of his life. memories recently regained in the onslaught of his procured freedom, it was one edition of many. the intricate ravings of a shattered mind, seeking solace in the dark ;; answers that were just out of reach,  tethered by the thread of a fragile lifeline.

   his brain is CHAOS, thoughts almost drowned out by the buzz in his skull, as the bare desperation of his reality sinks in, the crushing guilt of his crimes heavy on his bones, thick in his conscience. he can't shake it, && every name he writes down, every assassination he recalls, every bullet he's fired, in the name of HYDRA's supremacy, haunts him.

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cRIES ABOUT IT ;;; THANK YOU! ILY BAB <3  yOU ARE SO WONDERFUL 

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                                    soldier & martyr || @cxsusbelli

Who the fuck even comes to Gotham. Nobody comes to Gotham. Despite Bruce’s influence on the world market and his constant appearance on television to try and make Gotham not look like the criminal capitol of the goddamn world, no one in their right mind comes to Gotham. But sure enough, Jason is staring at a guy with a big shield on his back (what the fuck?) who is clearly some sort of tourist (what the fuck?).

He’s suspicious, too. No one is that good looking and that nice. No one trustworthy, anyway. He can’t be. There is no way in the depths of freezing Hell that this guy could be all three at once. Jason wouldn’t trust him half the distance he could throw the man.

So he follows, casually. Just to keep an eye on him. He’s half a block down on the other side of the street, watching this guy help a little girl get her cat out of a tree.

What the fuck.

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✿ : Does your muse feel a strong connection to any of the seasons? Why?

Winter. Bucky has a particular disdain for it. Not so much because he just doesn't like the cold, but because of the negativity it has played in his life. Falling hundreds of feet & lying shattered and bleeding in the snow, waiting to die, and being continously frozen, over and over again, as a means of control to keep him prisoner to some twisted cause, has developed a rather strong dislike to the cold. Sure, he deals with it, and he doesn't complain; but it isn't rated at the top of his list as all time favorites.