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dudefrommywesterns · 2 months
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happy valentine's day everyone!
i actually managed to get bill to wear a tie for the occasion
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vviolynn · 7 months
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A Difference
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a/n - I had a random boost of inspiration and I’ve been wanting to post something for the longest time… so I’m just gonna say that I wrote this small bit within a span of like 2 days but less than an hour each time I came back to it. I hope this gives you guys an idea of what my writing is like, and ty in advance for reading <3 {ps - the fic I'm working on outside of this isn't as detailed as this... i just poured my creativity on this one, especially because it's way shorter.}
word count - 1.1k
• the winter soldier x hydra soldier!fem!reader •
warnings - mentions of killing and assassins, no use of y/n, the winter soldier being the winter soldier, angst?, use of russian words(translation given), no real romance... yet, ends with a cliffhanger of sorts
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A soldier, or two? One super, one ordinary. One chose, one forced. One assassin. Two assassins. One woman, one machine. Two lives, paths crossed in a horrifying way. A killer, a killing machine. A life spent, a life taken. One free, one brainwashed. One skilled, one programmed. Two eyes met, two souls connected. One soldier, two soldiers.
She’s a soldier, ordinary, human. She chose her place. She chose Hydra. She grew up with one of their leaders. She chose this life. She chose when she was a young woman. She’s spent your life working for Hydra, willingly. She had the option to leave, yet she remained loyal. Hydra was a home to her. Hydra is a home to a strong willed woman. She spent her childhood and opening of womanhood training for the day she’d live her dream: to fight for her country. She’s skilled. 
And yet… another life is placed into hers. The moment that second life awoke, eyes met, locked. For the first time, she wanted more than to serve Hydra. The eyes she met were the eyes of a programmed soul. He wasn’t free. He was brainwashed. His life wasn’t spent, it was taken. Years of his life, asleep, years of his life, stolen. A killing machine. That’s what he was. He was one made to kill, programmed for murder. It was a thought that could bring shivers down one’s spine. A machine, they say. He belonged to Hydra, and Hydra made him. It felt cruel. He was only the assassin they made him to be, how could there be a human behind that cold gaze? Forced… he was forced, and it was wrong. She could see it, even after your years spent with Hydra, she’s never witnessed such a thing. A super soldier? She would’ve killed to be like him. 
That’s the thing, she would’ve killed to be like him. The problem was, she’s not him. Two soldiers, but there’s still a difference. A manner of choice. He was not given that choice. She could only wonder why. 
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Behind the facade, there was always a softness. 
“Good morning soldat,” she greets him with a stern voice, but beneath her tone is a form of gentleness. The Winter Soldier looks down at the woman with this icy blues, and similar to her tone, he too had a gentleness buried underneath his gaze. 
The soldier gives her a short nod as to address her, not speaking. She doesn’t appreciate his lack of words. 
“Apologies, I said… good morning soldat,” the respected woman speaks again, she emphasizes her tone to a slight harsher one. The soldier’s gaze remains the same, unfazed.
“Good morning уважаемый,” the soldier nods again, and refers to her as ‘respected one’. 
She gives him a nod back, seemingly satisfied with his reply. She almost smiles. She never smiles, at least not with other soldiers. Being in Hydra for a little over ten years gives her authority. Having grown up with one of the colonels put her as second in command. She has experience. 
She knows she should treat the soldier like he isn’t human, but he is. In her eyes, he’s a tortured soul. She can see it, she has the ability to see past the glare. Why? because she knows how to spot a difference. 
“Mission report,” she requests as she keeps her hands behind her back. Her head is tilted up in the slightest to keep eye contact. Their eyes lock, two soldiers. 
“Negative,” he replies, and it’s his turn to give her a firmer voice. Her eyebrows furrow with the way that he speaks to her, as well as his response. 
“On who’s orders?” the woman nearly growls. She always knew and was informed of the Winter Soldier’s missions. She usually asked only to report back to the colonel, it’s supposedly just a simple and daily task. It was also one of the only interactions she’d have with the fellow assassin. 
“Твой начальник,” the firm voice remains, it feels like his programming showing it’s hold on him. Her eyes narrow in a small glare at how he says ‘your superior(boss)’. Why would her friend be keeping the soldier’s mission a secret from her? 
Her voice is gone, stripped from her. She would never admit how vulnerable she feels right now. It created a storm within; a rage. The temptation to walk away and destroy everything in her path was strong. She stands her ground, glaring at the soldier in silence. 
The soldier finds her silent response amusing in a way. He continues to look right back at her, his eyes gleaming at the entertainment. 
The second in command knew she couldn’t be mad at the Winter Soldier, it was her ‘superior’, and her supposed childhood friend who was defying her. Acknowledging this allows her to calm down slowly, along with the beauty of the soldier’s eyes, the steel eyes that stuns any enemy he comes across. The soldier is an anchor to her, even though neither of them have acknowledged that yet. 
Her demeanor shifts, right before his eyes. She calms, and her breathing steadies. She’s been trained to keep her emotions in check, especially if she’s a superior to most soldiers in Hydra. Although she’d never admit it, his presence just makes it a whole lot easier. 
“I see,” her words finally form, and her voice comes out as quiet but strong. She wants to leave to go confront her ‘friend’ but there’s something that keeps her feet stuck to the ground. It’s almost like a magnetic pull. Her eyes haven’t left the soldiers for the whole duration of the conversation. Her body hasn’t moved an inch. Her hands haven’t left their hold on themselves behind her back. Besides her facial expressions, she hasn’t physically shifted in any way. 
There are several moments of silence, all that can be heard is their soft breaths, and blinking eyes. The atmosphere remains thick, heavy, and suffocating. Both observe how their breaths match each other’s, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. A safe distance is kept between the two soldiers, but it still feels like there isn’t enough. Either that, or there’s too much. Neither of them can tell which it is. 
They’re two magnets, and destiny is playing with them and their sides. It’s trying to decide whether to pull them apart, or pull them together. Stir hatred and disgust, and create distance? Or make it so once they touch, they can’t remove themselves from each other? An undying question. 
Neither their hearts nor minds could comprehend a choice. To hate or to love? It’s hard for the two soldiers, especially when there’s such a difference.
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bullshit-beach · 3 months
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SHIPWRECKERS UNITE!!
(Very light Shipwrecked64 spoilers, just some wall art shown in-game—I made a speedpaint!!)
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AND!! The art itself :o3
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I hope you all enjoy!!! Maybe one day I’ll post the others…
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liskade · 2 years
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So I made his health bar show up....
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thefloatingwriter · 2 months
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okay little thing i don’t like about tvd: bonnie just expecting caroline to believe her being a witch. when they haven’t told her literally anything about the stuff that’s going on. like hello?? you yourself told care that sheila was drunk when talking about you being a witch and know you just expect her to believe you when you say you’re a witch. if my friend randomly told me she was a witch i wouldn’t believe her either. it never made sense to me.
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dreadlock-detective · 2 years
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Wanted to try out more of the style I did the WonderGirl drawings on and me and some friends had made these Sexy Vampire OCs ® a while back so I decided to make some cutsie versions of them~ Credit for most of the comic’s joke goes to my friend Ashley.
Avery is my lil’ monster~ If vampires are metaphors for sex stuff, I’ve grown rather fond of the idea of a vampire that is completely disinterested in feeding a fun vamp-metaphor for being demi or ace
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hellhasaminibar · 1 year
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I've posted these on twitter but I'm gonna but them here as well lmao
Max payne text memes pt1.
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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year
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Blurbo Bingo for Bucky?
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littletroubledgrrrl · 7 months
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dahlynx · 1 year
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dudefrommywesterns · 2 months
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bill and mike, the all-american dream couple
(ref under cut)
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toyshrine · 2 years
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1970s B.B. Clown Rubber Squeak Toy
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bullshit-beach · 3 months
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Do you think Bucky and Blot would bicker like siblings?
IF THEY DONT THEY SHOULD
I think, outside the context of Rex they ABSOLUTELY would—but if its Rex taking that form then I think they’d be a lot more awkward. I’d imagine Rex is kind of like a weird disjointed father to Bucky. and, arguably to Blot as well, despite the…starling, thing.
Blot (again, outside the context of Rex) though comes off to me as like—feisty. A mischievous little guy. Ankle biter. Bucky is generally polite with all but I think Blot would get on his nerves quick. Wishing them a very “sudden spontaneous food fight started by Blot at the dinner table while Walter cowers in the background”
I almost kind of wonder though…Do you think Bucky would consider Blot lucky to have been lost by Rex? Considering the absolute TORTURE he went through in his early shorts, like Grave Mistake, it doesn’t seem unlikely. Meanwhile Blot sees Bucky as the lucky one, having risen to all that fame…
and then Blot learns about the game’s ending.
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cheesecakewitch · 1 year
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🐣HUEVEMBER 21: B.B.
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bxdbxdboy · 13 days
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“Oy! Islandsonas my lads. I got the sneaky suspicion I ain’t welcomed here! Back it up! I’m leaving! Stepping on the gas! Inta’ action!” 
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korkutkalkan · 1 year
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Şarkıcı Kurtuluş Kuş, cinsel saldırı suçundan yargılandığı davada iftira atıldığını savundu
Şarkıcı Kurtuluş Kuş, cinsel saldırı suçundan yargılandığı davada iftira atıldığını savundu
Aydın’ın Efeler ilçesinde, otel odasında hayranı olan B.B.’ye (19) nitelikli cinsel saldırıda bulunduğu suçlamasıyla hakkında 12 yıla kadar hapis istemiyle dava açılan şarkıcı Kurtuluş Kuş (25), duruşmadaki savunmasında iftira atıldığını söyledi. Mağdur B.B. ise “Bakire olduğumu söyledim. Çığlık attım ama durmadı” dedi. Şarkıcı Kurtuluş Kuş hakkında, 27 Şubat 2022 tarihinde, Aydın’ın Efeler…
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