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BUCKY HAS MOVED !apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but he is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden
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BUCKY HAS MOVED ! apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but he is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden
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starter call ! mutuals only , will likely be short , and take some time , multis please specify
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i’m not showing off, i’m working out my frustrations !
indie selective 616 + mcu based james buchanan barnes
shielded by noct. ( promo by @seafoamrisen )
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independent . highly selective . low activity james buchanan barnes consisting of both comic and mcu influence . shielded by noct .
memes . starter call .
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hello my name is noct and i am still soft for one james barnes
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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈
sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.
BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS
❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜
❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜
❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜
❛ the answer is no. ❜
❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜
❛ delete your search history. ❜
❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜
❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜
❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜
❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜
❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜
❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜
BOOK II: ANGER
❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜
❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜
❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜
❛ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ❜
❛ what made you so vindictive? ❜
❛ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. ❜
❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜
❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜
❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜
❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜
❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜
❛ hate is a verb. ❜
BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES
❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜
❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜
❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜
❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜
❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜
❛ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ❜
❛ in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. please don’t cry. ❜
❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜
❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜
❛ nothing can stay. ❜
❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜
❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜
BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS
❛ lay them to rest. ❜
❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜
❛ eat the other. ❜
❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜
❛ no loose ends. ❜
❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜
❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜
❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜
❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜
❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜
❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜
❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜
BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL
❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜
❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜
❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜
❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜
❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜
❛ even spectres can tire. ❜
❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜
❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜
❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜
❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜
❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜
❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜
BOOK VII: MAGICK
❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜
❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜
❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜
❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜
❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜
❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜
❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜
❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜
❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜
❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜
❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜
❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜
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this blog is under some reconstruction , i’m likely going to be dropping all threads and will be posting a starter call this week xo
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“… what’s going on in that cyborg brain of yours? I can see it working… gears turning; they’re malfunctioning… they’re on fire”.
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« riscng » wanda maximoff
𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 , 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧. but even with her talents , she is surprised by the laughter he releases. it is light , yet filled with the SHADOWS of eternity spent in such isolation. the words wash over her as a STORMFRONT , a shivering cold that makes her next breath long. “ you’re right , ” wanda admits softly , easing back into her chair , its legs creaking with SLIGHTEST movement. ( she is more at ease with him than anyone else )
“ i used to think i was so alone , on the streets of my country. but i didn’t know what alone really MEANT until . . . ” she still can’t say his name , not here — too revered for any wandering EAR to be so honored. “ i didn’t think i would ever find another place that is MY place. but we are here. & & like you say , we deserve good things. ” regardless of whether the good things deserve THEM or not ; this she can understand the longing for. they have both been out in the cold for TOO long. “ you should speak your thoughts more OFTEN. they are good , too. ”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 within his lungs . cold lungs that have felt the sense of speechless words for far too long . he’s never been a silent director of sorts , language not unfamiliar upon his tongue , but feelings and emotions had long been stripped of him and now they seem to come back tenfold . these harrowing deals remain echos in his mind , they leech onto him to sink beneath tired flesh . he is tired , he is no longer the damaged toy soldier that the kgb made him out to be , he is not some product of the red room that many seem to echo when they find him out of earshot . if anything , the red room was a product of him .
morbid curiosity by monsters does many things , wanda too --- she is a testament to that . ❛ i understand ❜ that sense of loneliness being solidified in an act of cruelty , of war , he understands it just as well as many others do -- but he still feels it within his chest . ❛ but you’re not alone anymore --- even if that means you’re stuck with me and the sound of my not so terrible opinions , ❜ he looks to her then , a half smile , fractured but prominent upon his features , ❛ i think someone once said good things happen to those who wait , but there’s no harm in taking it when you can , right ? ❜
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« inkedspelled » sharon carter
A sure grip squeezed at the soldier’s shoulder, Sharon offering a tight lipped smile. “How’re you holding up?” The blonde asked quietly before she went back to donning her gear and saddling up for this next mission with Bucky. @cryofcrged / Sharon C.
𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 , the soldier shrugs but offers something of a confident expression within his features . there’s no use digging through marrowless bones for the sake of his own tales , not when there is a mission ahead that seems a little bit closer to home than he’d want to admit . ❛ i’ll be fine ❜ a quick reply , perhaps too quick , ❛ you think this one is gonna be quick ? ❜
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« inkedspelled » carol danvers
It was a game of whack-a-mole for Carol as blast after blast was fired. However, it wasn’t long until their targets wised up and started shooting at her. But Captain Marvel moved too fast for them to get an accurate shot, twisting and spinning in the air as if she’d been born there. Through the rush of wind and the call of battle, the blonde was aware of Barnes’ voice. Changing her course, Carol went to pick off the stragglers.
They worked as a team. An efficient team. Danvers had never liked playing well with others but the way in which she and Barnes felled their enemy spoke otherwise. Maybe they had a natural fighting chemistry or Carol had done a shit ton of growing since joining the Avengers.
When it seemed they had won for the moment, the hero met her partner at their predetermined location. Lightly Carol touched down and commanded her helmet to disappear. A wide and cocky grin tugged at her lips. “Not bad for a days work, hey Barnes?”
❛ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓 ❜ the echoed sound of his annoyance rings , a steady gaze streaming across their perimeter . he doesn’t have the skills of flight , but what he does have is a keen soldier’s sense , one instilled upon him since basic training . from afar he could take an accurate shot , the best sniper ever to grace the us army but he’s on the ground , not perched upon a hilltop waiting for the perfect moment .
a slight rustle , he waits just a breath of a moment before moving forward ,weapon out and fired only to hear a thump as a body lay upon the ground . no , he wouldn’t say they were quite done yet --- but they were a hell of a lot closer than they were before , that much he was sure of .
❛ now i feel better about it , anyway ❜ the kill doesn’t bother him , maybe it should , maybe the united states army soldier in him should let it , but too many years as an elite assassin taught him to bury it --- the mission was priority . ❛ let’s go before more show up ❜
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« riscng » wanda maximoff
𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 , 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 , 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 & & 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. though she can’t help but still wish for it in moments like this , when the pain & & suffering that DOMINATES the universe nags at the back of her mind , looking for a weakness , a way in. “ so you’d only stay if you had someone else ? ” tea cup brought to the mouth , only to hide a smile playing on LOVELY lips.
they are always alone , but for now — they can be alone together. boots cross UNDERNEATH the table & & then uncross , a behavioral motion that GIVES away constant anxiety laid silent in the fingertips. “ or are you only saying that because I AM here & & i like this place , too ? ”
𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 , 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐘 slips from his lips at her words . it’s true --- there is a part of him that knows connecting himself to the station of another is dangerous and a game that deep down would end up with him in a precarious situation once again . yet , he doesn’t take back his words , nor does he amend them for the sake of her attempts at picking them apart . ❛ i’m saying it helps to not be alone ❜ makes the days go by easier , and wanda --- she has a way about her that he cannot explain , has never really tried to , and perhaps that was the beauty of it . less complicated , but also , very complicated all at once .
❛ the fact that you’re here is a bonus , but i mean it --- you liking this place enough to stay helps ; ❜ a distant statement , one in which he chooses his words carefully , but still holds that generic abrasive soldier esque tone with before he adds , ❛ we’re on the same page , i think , you and i . that has as many good things with it as anything else , maybe even more ❜
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« beliefruined » elektra natchios
“i don’t know,” she answered, “i cannot tell you how to live your life, james, i only know how to live my own,” she said. her dark eyes watched his face. they were different the pair of them, save for their talent at killing. and she did not ever think she would stop feeling like this. “you must do what you think is best, and only you would know what that is. for my own part … i cannot stop this life. the hand will never let me give up this violence,” they had made that clear to her over and over again. “if i must be death, then i will visit those that deserve it. and i will visit it on the hand. it is not penance. it will not save me from damnation. but it is the best i can do. i will never wash my hands clean, i may as well stain them with the right blood."
𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , to fully accept what she has become instead . this is something that he wants to relate to --- and can , deep down . the soldier knows that this is who he is , and his efforts to change such a mentality are nothing more than art for the sake of standing at steve’s side . after all , how can he possibly shadow the light that is captain america with his own darkness when he could begin to be something else , maintain his title of the winter soldier and simply be what he was meant to be ? to kill or be killed --- that is the world they live in . that much is no secret . ❛ i’ve thought of that , to just simply keep being who i am clearly meant to be and to stop fighting it , yet there is a part of me that doesn’t want to disappoint those that want better for me , want me to be the person they remember ---- but i’m not that man anymore ❜
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fistofhnsw:
Spots.
Marc knew what the word spots meant when it came to someone like the Winter Soldier. He knew the reputation the same way that the other man likely knew his own. He was well-known to be erratic and brutal, to have overstepped bounds and gone head to head with the Avengers more times than some did. His gaze darted past the other man, and then back. There was no easy way to escape, not when a fellow with a metal arm was standing before him. He exhaled a bit sharply.
“I’m an Avenger.” He protested, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice. Captain America was not to be found in the room - little was that made much sense. Ceremonial objects littered the dresser, the nightstand. Ancient artefacts and dust. The statue of Khonshu himself was in the corner, nicked and cracked. Marc looked back to the dresser, as if pondering getting fully dressed. He felt oddly vulnerable in the state he was in now. Oddly… wrong.
“Why would I know anything?” Marc asked rhetorically. The answer was fairly obvious all the same. “It’s Jake who has the connections.”
Jake. Jake Lockley. Anyone who had seen his file knew something unmistakable - that Marc was Jake - but he didn’t know how well his file was actually known. He raked his fingers through his hair as he turned, tension visibly running through his muscles. He was ready to attack, on the verge of attacking. His gaze went back to his dresser, and his fingers twitched at his side. Did he know what had happened to Captain America?
He could remember bits and pieces, but it was all fleeting, all strange. He looked at the metal as the faint light glinted off of it, the steely gaze before him. He raked his mind again, searching and not finding what he wanted, not finding anything clear. It was a distant look there in his eyes as he shifted his weight to his left foot, fingers curled in a fist at his side.
“I’m not the man you want.” He said darkly, but in truth he had no idea. No clear idea. “Why don’t you tell me what you know? I worked in the CIA. I could help. I know Jake, he could help.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 . ever studying , waiting patiently for a mistake to be made , he embodies that of a snake lying in the grass as the perfect moment to strike comes to pass . this is his skill , be valiant , be brutal when necessary and destroy that which crosses his path. right now , he’s simply observing the way the other’s gaze sweeps over the room just as his own did ; an empty stare , something familiar --- the look of a man reaching out for memories that were just beyond his grip , right where his fingers could just about touch upon them and yet feeling nothing more than the air around him .
❛ jake lockley isn’t in the mood to talk right now ❜ the response is cold , distant while he remains upon his place , the shadows having seemingly wrapped their way around him , forged a shield that he’s made himself a home in . this is the only way he knows , to dig back to deeper roots of his training in order to find out what has happened to his friend and nothing is going to prevent that from happening . ❛ let’s just say he and i shared words before i decided here was a good place to start ❜
shared words leaves a vague taste in the air between them , a void of information not given , distance shoved in a way that seems to only add more horror and threat to the winter soldier’s stance in present time . he’s not there to cause more havoc , no --- but this innocent little meeting is growing tense , the feeling beneath the soldier’s flesh brings about a new tempo of distrust that makes him uncomfortable .
the problem was , bucky doesn’t know much , which is as off putting as anything else he’s spoken since his arrival , ❛ not much . he’d gone out on a mission , comms dropped --- you know how it is , the usual ❜ shield was working hard , but they were likely not going to get the answers that they sought without a little bit of push they were unwilling to give . ❛ fact is , i’m the only one with the actual means to find him , doesn’t mean nobody else is looking --- and i bet you know more than you think you do , or you have someone else besides lockley that could point me in the right direction . ❜
a heavy breath escapes his chest , a hand brushing across dark auburn hair before he carries on his statement , something unwilling , something dangerous that lurks in the back of his head and it’s always the worst case scenario . ❛ so , how about you put on some clothes then , and try and be useful since you keep claiming to be an avenger and all , best way to prove me wrong , isn’t it ❜
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