[ ooc ] - A BLOG REBOOT
hey everyone! i’m back ! i recently rebooted my bucky and i knew i couldn’t come back without bringing nat along for the ride as well.
i’m going to be revamping all of nat’s VERSES, creating some story arcs, and trying to make something a little more coherent here. i’m really excited but be a little patient with me while i get things off the ground again!
9 notes
·
View notes
no more shield, no more stars and stripes. no more captain america.
19 notes
·
View notes
alanasayslumos:
alanasayslumos:
i felt this was obligatory.
yay.
SUPER BASS (a cover).
download.
and uh. yeah there’s this one.
4K notes
·
View notes
clintbahrtons:
character poster series // clint barton
“today sucks. i’m goin’ back to bed”
9K notes
·
View notes
Accidental/unusual reasons to stick together
‽ - Our muses get lost together
☁ - Our muses find shelter from the weather…in the same place
₪ - Due to an accident, your muse was given the same Hotel Room as mine…
✂ - Our muses discover to have a common enemy/rival…and decide to collaborate
♕ - Our muses compete for the same prize
❤ - Our muses go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other
☀ - My muse is found guilty, your muse gets mistaken for their collaborator and is forced to run away with them.
♡ - Our muses must pretend to be in a relationship
◎ - My muse finds yours injured
❂ - Your muse finds mine injured
▓ - The awful weather forced our muse to stay stuck home ( Bonus if one of them doesn’t live there)
✮ - Our muses must find a place where to spend the night
4K notes
·
View notes
fuckyourmansplaining:
❝ I call it drooling. ❞
❛ And if it is? ❜
15 notes
·
View notes
fuckyourmansplaining:
❝ I know that. but if he slips and falls down the stairs, he could sue. wait a minute – MY FAULT ? I said ‘are you ready?’ you said yes. you did not say ‘don’t come down the stairs naked, Bobbi. we have company.’ ❞
ℛ —- ❛ you WORRY too much. so he got an eyeful more than he should have--you made his entire life. it’s a small price to pay for keeping you undressed at home as much as possible.
10 notes
·
View notes
“ SMART MOVE. ” The corner of her mouth ticks. A glimmer of amusement catching the sun as the waters ripple. She’s not as tightly reigned-in as she’d like to be--she needs this boy on her side. He’s already gone to bat for her once, secured her a place to sleep ( on hay, but even that is an improvement from the echoing hall where identical beds empty one by one ).
She’s tired, knotted up tight from having to be on guard at every moment. Living on the edge of fear turns bone to fossils and after too long makes it impossible to stand tall again. Nothing matters but securing her escape; she’ll kill herself before she goes back.
Her voice is gently accented, rounded vowels held in the way of a local native. Of course she can speak flawless ‘ American ‘ but this serves her purpose better for now. Pale fingers dance over the bleached and slightly warped wood as she comes steadily closer. “ I would not call it staring. More ... observing. ” Wide green eyes flick to the painted target and take in the pockmarked wood centered right around the center. An impressive clustering; she won’t soon underestimate his aim.
Silence. Then, “ you know you’ll be better than your master some day soon. ” Matter-of-factly. With all the confidence born of childlike assurance cut with cold calculation.
SHE’S AN OUTSIDER to their ranks, just as they are all outsiders in a way. Orphans of the world that would not raise them, born with their fists curled across their breastbones, grasping at an emptiness they’ll never outgrow. But she’s an outsider’s outsider, not just another tragic backstory to be patchworked into the desperate masses. She’s here because she can be, not because she has to be, && her ability to retain a sense of separation while still sliding seamlessly into place Clint’d eked out for her ( please— she’s just a kid. I’ll do triple shifts just give her somewhere to sleep—) makes her all the more interesting.
Natalia. Her name; garnered from one of their fleeting exchanges information. So quick && controlled it felt like a secret to speak it out loud. She’s running from something, that much he can tell. The pretty ones are always running from something.
He knows she’s watching him. But he doesn’t doubt that if she didn’t want her presence to be felt, it wouldn’t be. She’s got the same spring-loaded coil beneath her skin that he does— a fracture point hidden behind scar tissue’s natural armor. Except hers has steel weaving.
❝ S’rude to stare. ❞ Words ground out between the breadth of his draw, he exhales into the shot, just like he practiced. The arrow pierces the handmade target a centimeter away from the last. A failure, in his eyes. The only improvement is getting it right. ❝ I’m not even gonna’ ask how you got on top of there. ❞ Like a fucking wildcat. Forgive him for sounding defensive, it’s habit.
3 notes
·
View notes
Shutup, you bonehead.
2K notes
·
View notes
send me a "۞" and I'll introduce you to one of my other muses
5K notes
·
View notes
whothehellx:
‘ well— a couple decades, but i think i was maybe. just frozen. i, uh— remembered you, in dc. eventually. ’
ℛ —- ❛ what did you remember, exactly?
6 notes
·
View notes
theartofheroism:
“cause i meant what i said: no secrets. not here.”
“not from me.”
“i think no secrets means informing, not apologizing afterwards.” phrased wryly, because what would a double-agent like her ever know about no secrets?
so maybe tony’s barb had broken off a little bit under her skin. it will heal over soon enough--no words can hold her back for very long.
“but it’s progress, right?”
4 notes
·
View notes
I’ll never fall in love again… it’s like having two souls at the same time.
Gabriel García Márquez, The General in his Labyrinth
(via thelovejournals)
6K notes
·
View notes