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james buchanan barnes white house ✪ mechanic you scream so ———— l o u d but the SILENCE surrounds you.

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whoooooaaaaAAAA look at me. look at me doing active things. i’m being so active??

ok so really this is me doing some wishful thinking. i’m going to go back through my activity and see what there is for me to reply to, in the meantime like this for a starter on literally any of them. literally any of them. 

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@acapsiicle , from h e r e.

It was painful; on a level that struck down deep. It reached down into something he didn’t even know was inside him to be broken, crumbling like roots slowly pulling the foundation of a house to pieces. His shoulders were tight like a taut rubber band but the fight was flickering in his eyes. Face held still, his expression begged. He would have been on his knees, given the chance. “Steve.” Shame heated his face and red-rimmed his eyes at the tears in his voice. “Don’t do this. Don’t turn me back into that again.”

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                    call her delicate and she’d just as quickly snap your neck as pat you on the head. it’d be a lie to say that this is the first time loki’s woken with a knife at the her neck but it is the first time it’s been held there by someone she loves. closest she’d come was an ill-fated prank when she and thor were just children and the other asgardian youths had found what was cruel, funny. there’s an urgency though to this wake up call that there hadn’t been then though. because this is bucky. sweet bucky. who beats himself up over every action but there’s a strange clarity in his eyes now that makes loki draw in a sharp breath. whatever this is, it doesn’t look like a flashback. that makes it worse. because when loki hurts bucky, or if bucky hurts her there will be a lot of nursing —— of assuring bucky there aren’t hard feelings, to do.

                     ❝ not that i don’t love a wake up call, buck, but what do you plan on DOING with that? you know you can’t kill me. i just come back. ❞

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His head tilts just so to the right, eyes flicking over her face, her hands and neck. “Won’t kill you,” he admits, the knife not budging a hair. A certain cagey air hangs over his shoulders; makes him shift from foot to foot. He hears a ticking clock, somewhere in with all the buzzing. They need to move now. The Soldier can’t think of anything beyond getting the god to come with him, and if that means blood needs to be shed, he’ll do what he needs to do. It’s what he’s always done; what is necessary. The next words out of his mouth are casual, matter of fact. Words from a weapon who’s been sharpened to a fine point against the whetstone. “But it will cause pain.” He presses the knife up, not enough to draw blood yet. But it is sharp.

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😈 (ohohohohoho)

“You were his.” His voice is clearer he remembers; it’s usually dusty with disuse but now it sounds like it could belong to anyone. His mind quickly filed it away, it wasn’t important. He weighs the gun in his palm, something compact, matte black and deadly. “That means he’ll come.” 

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😈 - ( brother hawk man ; shccting )

He closes his hand around the head of the arrow, expression almost curious as his eyes flit down the shaft, the fletching. He squeezes his hand a little, the shining surface gleams as it detonates with a muted noise inside his fist. Finally, his head raises, face turning towards Barton. His expression is utterly blank.

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😈 ( boyfee // glcwstick )

His mind—— the gentle whirrr-clicking of a computer hard drive running. He was very close to where he needed to be; not exactly a four hour drive. Previous mission a failure, he needed this. He wasn’t allowed imagination if it didn’t pertain to completing a task, but he didn’t need imagination to remember the kiss of the deep freeze. It was his destination if he couldn’t return and properly kiss his master’s feet. Robbed of his normal tools, he rifled through the kitchen drawers and closed his hand around a paring knife. Too many made the mistake of believing larger meant better. A knife was a knife was a knife; all that mattered was that it was slide home correctly. Now, he rested the point against the the soft dip between collarbones, rising and falling gently with sleep.“Get up.” 

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Send 😈 for a starter with an evil version of my muse!

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erica // clint

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“ right, my apologies…bucky. but yes, it is very believable. though i am sure you are happy to be near home, yes?? steve mentioned his hometown. “ she was glad to hear he was doing alright. she knew how much he had been through, if anyone could understand it was her. though she had gotten out sooner than he did. “ i am very glad to hear… “ a smile appearing on her face, though it sooner faltered. “ things are alright… certainly better than they were. “ she replied referring to the cell she had been in along with the rest of the ‘criminals’ who supported him. “ though being here comes with it’s new challenges. people i did not know existed are saying they are family. and the family i knew are coming back from the DEAD. i doubt you met my twin brother… “ wanda huffed out a small laugh. “ and now i am rambling. my apologies…again. “

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Being home was...kind of a mixed bag for Bucky, in truth. It felt like it belonged to another person; one who worked twelve hour shifts at the docks, who came by any muscles he had honestly, who might have pretended to be hard to scare off any neighborhood toughs, but really had only ever waded into a fight to pluck out Steve or have his back. The Bucky that had called Brooklyn his home had no blood on his hands. That Bucky had never squeezed the life from a woman who’s last thought was of her son. “Mostly. Some of it’s...strange,” he said, a strange kind of smile crossing his face. “Does that feel like a good thing?” He asked, voice free of judgement. He didn’t know her very well, and he wouldn’t have held it against her if she was uncertain or unhappy about family materializing that she was unfamiliar with. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

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He wasn’t sure if it was just the process of relaxation or something that really cranks up the heat flaring in the pit of his gut, but truly, being nothing but completely himself with no pretension or caution curled fresh desire through him. ‘Lover of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers’ makes him flush unexpectedly; he’s not sure how long it’s been since he’s done that, but it’s an actual relief that he’s capable of the reflex. He sits only too gladly down onto the bed, his arms wrapping around Loki’s waist. “An’ I don’t take without giving in return. I’ll give—” He tucks his hands into the god’s hair and tugs before he can finish the thought, head leaning so his mouth can form against the dip between collarbones. The thought would have finished with ‘everything’, but he hopes it’s understood. Bucky feels like a simmering pot; on the edge of boiling. The weight in his lap feels like the universe is coalescing around them, and he groans softly, eyes lidded. The noise turns into a muffled gasp when he feels sudden heat cupping against him; and his lips press back harder into the kiss for it. They really aren’t breakable; and Bucky keeps forgetting and remembering that fact all at once; in the press of their lips together, and Loki’s words. It did feel like they could be mirrors of each other, perhaps not directly facing together but gently refracting the other’s light, or dark. It felt safe. His hands find Loki’s hips and clutching on he turns them over; starting the movement slow and then rolling Loki onto his back. “Above good too?” He grins, pleased as he fits himself closer into the vee of Loki’s legs. “Any way really, sideways, perpendicular, I’m not fussed.” 

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“ i did not expect to see you here, mr. barnes… “ wanda knew who it was without even turning around. a blessing and a curse. wanda was here, away from a cell and away from harm, yet she felt no comfort. maybe because there was still a part of her that was afraid of what people would think of her. she saw steve and bucky fly off at the airport, though the rest was a bit unclear. the only thing she heard from the moment she was locked up was that he wasn’t framed, which she already knew. “ my apologies. it has been quite a long day. “ she finally said, as she turned to face him. “ how have you been doing?? “

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He hadn’t expected to see her here either but he couldn’t say that she was an unwelcome sight. Already, a small amused smile was curving the corners of his mouth. “Please, call me Bucky. I’m definitely okay with pretending I’m...” What was the last birthday he remembered? Twenty eight? He knew technically he was ninety nine but. “In my twenties.” There, easy. “Today’s been a long week,” he says, huffing a laugh. “I think I’m alright, nothing to complain about.” Bucky gave a little shrug. “How’re things...now?” He asked, forehead creasing between his eyebrows now. He knew very well that they’d paid the price for helping him and Steve. Another favor he’d never be able to repay. 

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     she looks at the image, brows furrowed slightly and a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. photographs seem to her a - a double edged sword. in one instance they might bring joy at seeing a loved one again, though in another all they may wreck is pain upon the viewer. all hawke knows is that she would kill to have an image like this of bethany. the family had been too poor for portraits all through hawke’s little sister’s life, and while it had never bothered marian then - - - it does now. “she sounds like my sister - bethany was always getting herself into some sort of mischief when she was a child.” hawke’s voice is somewhat fond as she looks at the photo and shrugs. “i am sure she was grateful for the time she had with you.”

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A smile curves his mouth, but it’s bittersweet. “Think that’s a little sister’s job, t’get into all kinds of trouble. It’s hard not to. To mourn all the time I missed. That I didn’t get t’scare her boyfriends. Or steal her spot on the couch while she’s tuning the radio.” Bucky sighs, but it’s not as heavy as it might have been. “But I guess there’s no point in wishes like that.” He turns his gaze back up toward her. “How much younger was Bethany from you?”

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                    loki looks at him, looks over the fine but broad lines of his face, of his features. they put so much stock in purity of heart, of mind, but it’s darkness that heart beats for, innate and so deeply personal. it takes — it’s daring to SHARE your darknesses with someone else, and he sees them in the set of bucky’s lashes, in the way he looks at him. and loki wants it. wants the man with a surprising intensity. loki nods and helps pull his own shirt off, finding the spot where bucky’s neck meets his jaw and pressing a kiss there as bucky does much the same, drawing out a pleased little sound.       “ yes, mostly though, i just want you, any way you’d have me, ”      the truth of those little statements always catches him off guard.      “ i could be a woman if you wanted, but something tells me you’re hardly against the male form, ”       it’s meant lightly, he hopes it conveys.      “ i just — you get me, i’m sure — this is a bad spot to go at each other, ”      he concedes and then he’s pulling bucky, away from the random wall they’ve found themselves against and towards his room.

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Even with his heart hammering in his chest; brain on the here and now, he still huffs a laugh, his hands still sliding slowly up and then slowly down against the skin of Loki’s back. “Only if that’s how you’d like to be right now,” he says, smile tipping into something of a smirk. “I’m very attracted to both.” And yes, maybe his easy nature at this moment is more than helped along by those tiny statements of truth that keep tumbling out of them both. The Bucky Barnes of 1939, he was no stranger to desire. For this new man, who was built of the pieces of that boy; put together in different and sometimes frightening ways, being needed like this was a little more unfamiliar for him. “Yeah, let’s—” The mumbled words are hastily cut off as he leans back in. Bucky pulls his hands out of Loki’s shirt, to reach up and card through the hair at the base of his neck. It makes it easier to bend just slightly to press his lips back to skin, nose nuzzling just above where his shoulder curves up into his neck. He’s only too happy to be lead off; as long as he’s still allowed to touch.

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so. i thought this would be the week where i sorted everything out and got my activity back but. acclimating to my new role at work is, surprise surprise, giving me more mental grief than i’d anticipated. not to mention where before i had sometimes long periods of downtime to check in and do replies, now i just really don’t have the time or option to do that sort of thing anymore, so my roleplaying is limited to the hours at night when i’m home. this will be fine in another week/few weeks i’m sure, but right now it’s a time of the day where i’m usually trying to mentally recover from the stress of work. i’m still going to try to be as active as i possibly can given my personal circumstances, but as of right now i’m still going to be on hiatus until next weekend. so, if you see me on and i reply to someone who is not you on any of these characters (bestdamnpilct, fclinc, or oublicttc), please don’t worry! just ask me if i might have time to reply to a thread we have, and more than likely i’ll be happy to do it! you guys are all fantastic. thanks kids.

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“intimate” meme -  look at photos together - @wingedchamp

“Yeah uh. This is Becca, I think she’s...about six or seven here?” He squints at it, trying to sort through the hair he has in the photo and how many teeth his sister is missing. “She loved to climb trees. Was always comin’ home with skinned knees and muddy socks.” Bucky laughs a little, even though he has a few lines between his eyebrows. “It just. It seems like she should be a teenager. Not...ninety.”

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There was nothing but fondness in his smile and gaze. Steve had gotten used to being around people in this century, it was like a breath of fresh air to be reminded of how things used to be — the good things, that is. “Oh no, don’t tel me ya’ like the banana flavor candy, Buck! I’m gonna have to disown ya’ now, ‘m afraid.” His smile only widens at the expression. “Yeah, it’s a real tragedy that they died out. Guess we’ll have to live on our memories of ‘em.”

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“An’ if I do?” The stubborn shtick lasted for all of thirty seconds. “Honestly, it’s all just as terrible as it used to be, I thought maybe that would be one thing they improved on,” Bucky made a face, even as he finished off his peach. “The banana taffy wasn’t too bad. But the strawberry was still better.” He narrowed his eyes briefly. “Let’s pretend like I...haven’t tried and retried several different kinds of candy. Let’s say...” He gestures, somewhat dramatically. “It was in the interest of scientific exploration.”

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          he isn’t sure what made him ask to begin with. the careful silence had been so nice and then loki had gone and ask a question that demanded a hard answer, an actual answer despite himself. not that their relationship, this odd threesome that was made as much of ideas and hopes as it was of men, would ever be particularly easy. they would live long but even if the love was somehow true they would die on him. loki listens and eventually he nods, still frowning.       “ you never wanted it, ”    he thinks aloud.     “ to do what you were doing, right? it was always just programming wasn’t it, ”    he couldn’t say that, the same of his OWN circumstance. somewhere in loki just dwelled a legitimately bad person, with a mortality as fragile, as transparent as a dragon fly wing. if steve was a nightingale, and bucky a raven, he was a crow. no symbolic beauty to the crow — just a warning.

          loki finds it new that he’d give up a good portion of himself to make their lives easier. when he’d been younger his trickster nature had kept his desire to change the fate of others to a minimum. as an adult it’s difficult to know that he can help but he’s obliged not to. bucky barnes and steve rogers are a good story, and as the god of stories — he would know. but he considers it a small blessing that he manages not to sulk.    “ the light and the dark are awful, ”   he says, largely to himself as he moves closer to bucky, pausing to put a hand on his shoulder, and then rest his chin there as well.    “ i want the two of you happy, ”   his voice is unexpectedly d r a w n. his lashes heavy on his cheeks as he breaths in the smell of bucky’s skin.   “ i am a frost giant. had it not been supressed when i was a child i might give you frost burn — not intentionally, but — ”

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“I didn’t want...” He licks his lips as he considers, parsing out his next words. “To have the choice taken away. To see myself act— like I was just some voice, trapped in the back of someone else’s head. But I mean.” This is difficult, this admittance. “Back during the war, after Steve swept all us damsels outta Azzano and made his own group a’ knights. I didn’t have the most glamorous of jobs. I was one of ‘em that cleared the way. Sniper. Watched Steve’s back with my rifle.” He gives a slight shrug with the shoulder that doesn’t have Loki resting against it. “I liked that I was good at it.”  “We’re happy with you,” he says lightly, leaning his temple against Loki, eyes shuttering closed again. He’s comfortable; which is a rare enough occurrence. “We like having you.” It’s something he’d never expected or planned for, but he dared someone to come and pry this happiness out of his hands. “That’s what the accelerated healing factor is for,” he says, mouth quirking up a little as he leans into Loki more. It’s meant as a joke, but it’s an interesting thought, that perhaps they were all suited so well for each other in ways it was impossible to account for.