#winged shield

[shepardchrislp]

"𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂 ✨"

That moment when ubisoft announced new updates for assassin's creed valhalla 😍 Eivor and his crew are ready, what about you? Cheers ShepardChris 🎮

"𝑵𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕 + 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅"

𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒕:

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒌: 𝑵𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅

𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒐: 𝑵𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑵𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝑵𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝑨𝒙𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅: 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅

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Winged Shield with Heart Accents

This is a charming digital illustration of a cartoon shield, presented as a PNG image. The central subject is a classic heater-style shield, vertically split into two shades of pink and outlined in a bold, dark purple. A whimsical, mustache-like emblem is positioned in the middle, giving the shield a playful character. Attached to its sides are a pair of light lavender, feathery wings, suggesting an angelic or magical quality. The scene is accented by several small, dark purple hearts floating around the shield, and it rests upon a splash of light pink at its base.

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[zimoivolk]

Unwilling Weapon

@winged-shield

He hated them, hated this, hated everything that was this existence! 

Volke could not even see, reaching again to push the frustrated wetness from his eyes, fright so frigid and insistent in his false blood. Barley could he breathe, or even manage his own stride, the presence of the wall the only way conveyance could possibly be maintained. 

Had to get away, to get low, to not be where any would find the evidence of his dysfunction. The bodies would be found, would of course be found, but he knew not when. If-, if he could only be away from here, if he could return to his cell and pretend as if he had been there the entire evening, then no one would know that again he had terminated his betters.

He knew it was a crime, knew that his purpose was only to be a tool for others, but-, but he could not stand when they touched him. When they bellowed and struck him for no reason, as if so pleased to see him bleed and bruise. 

Hadn’t done anything wrong, hadn’t deserved a single mark, and yet they hadn’t stopped, had refused him permission to leave, so insistent with each snapped word, with the reach of their hands.

And now they were dead.

Bleeding out in the back of the armory, arranged as if having engaged each other in conflict as decently as Volke could manage when so terrored. They were dead, and Volke was so desperate to be away, to curl tight in his shadows and exist for as long as he could beyond another’s reach.

[zimoivolk]

🌺 (both Volke and James, please? I love them both <3)

What Volke and Bucky likes about your muse :D    

The Avenger is…is strong. 

Is eminent, the rumors of his ability and capability known even so far away as the gleaming blue oceans. 

He is…a hope. The only one Volke has. He is necessary, is needed, is the one being in existence that might know success where Volke has failed. 

 - 

God, what even was it about Steve? 

He was a different guy than the Bucky had known so much of his life. More…more at ease in his own skin. Brighter even, as if the burden of burning Hydra outta Europe was more easily shouldered than the way his body had used to balk in the face of health. 

A different guy, but one that was still Steve in any way that mattered. 

A guy that Bucky couldn’t help but adore with every bit of his goddamn heart. A guy that had him so twisted around his finger that Bucky’s spine had to be in a knot. 

A guy… a guy that Bucky loved, skinny or strong.

[zimoivolk]

Grrr

@winged-shield

Strange, to be thrilled and so goddamn annoyed in the same moment. It’s the only way his knows how to be these days, everything so tight inside, so...so out of sorts every time he has Steve’s attention, passing or otherwise. 

"Need something?” Bucky throws over his shoulder, smoke escaping his lips and climbing towards the grey sky. 

[zimoivolk]

Necessary Aid

@winged-shield

Heavy. Heavyheavyheavy, and cold.

Cold?

Maybe. Thought he was. Always felt cold, a frigid constancy to his blood, even to his very bone. Heat was forever dear, forever desired, but now…

Now it almost was like he had too much? Like fire had flared to life behind his eyes and spread to the palms of his hands, to his chest, coherence so difficult to manage in the wake of such disruption. Didn’t need to think though. Had already thought. Already determined action. Had to find the-, the one who avenged. The one who rode, who-.

Who would save that man. That other one. The one that would not leave Volke’s thoughts, that was like a shroud, a haze, an insistent force compelling him to act, to-.

The man. The first. His horse, at least. His camp, maybe.

Volke stumbled through the tall grass, the pack on his back so forever heavy, each step weighed down, his stride unsteady. He was so far from function in every way. His head so hot, feet so cold, unmasked and so far from the professionalism that was so ingrained into his reputation.

Hardly mattered, though. Nothing did, but this man. And convincing him to save another.