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Just popping in quickly to say I haven’t disappeared.

My big project ran into problems post-deployment and I’ve been scrambling ever since. We just got the fix released and things look good. So, with any luck, I should be able to start writing again in the next couple days.

Apologies to everyone who is waiting on me!

#[ ooc ] status update

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“I’m awake because I’m stressed about my presentation for biology tomorrow, what about you?”

"Ain't my bedtime, yet," Bucky drawled, leaning his forearm on the doorjamb and gifting the young woman standing just outside his door with a faint smirk. After a moment, he stood aside to let her enter. He closed the door behind her and flipped the kitchen light on as he passed.

"You need to practice or a distraction?" he asked, leaning on the counter that also served as a kitchen table and room divider in his small studio. What he called a couch was really little more than a wide armchair, the blankets he used as bedding folded neatly and hung over one arm. He supposed he should consider getting an actual bed some day, but hadn't gotten to it, yet.

#evolutionmastery #[ verse ] after the end of the line #[ timeline ] after faws

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openxstrings​:

“Oh, we bringing Hill into this, are we?” 

Frank switched back to his rifle, squeezing off shots as people rushed him. He would’ve double-tapped them, but he didn’t know how many of those new players there were. Better to conserve ammunition for now. He would have to switch to his pistol and then his knife if those assholes kept coming in those numbers.

There. A five-second lull before the new wave of hostiles came into range for him to shoot them. Or them to shoot him. Either way.

“Any clues on who? And the kids? You got eyes on ‘em, Barnes?”

“Don’t know about you, but Hill’s intel net is a bit wider than mine. I’ll send her the photos I just took of their tattoos when we’re out of this.”

It was a risk, but Bucky opted for taking the freight elevator directly. Whoever was downstairs would expect the guys from the truck with the cryotanks, so it shouldn’t make them suspicious and he’d have a better shot from the start than trying to shimmy down the elevator shoot.

“Kids weren’t loaded into the trucks, yet,” he explained under his breath, taking up position inside the elevator, both his pistols drawn and aimed on the doors, as it neared the one and only floor it appeared to stop on. “I’m on my way down to them.”

As the doors opened, he was mildly surprised to find the area empty. Where were the bad guys? And the kids? “When you’re done clearing out things upstairs, I made need a hand down here.” With nothing but a long hallway in front of him, there was no option except forward. “The downstairs is much bigger than than it appeared from above.”

#openxstrings #[ verse ] after the end of the line #[ timeline ] after faws #[ line ] now or never #//more than okay! #//I'm a big fan of connecting lines like that actually #//it's why all my verses are single verse

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@xwe-are-gonna-be-okayx​​:

The man waiting for her outside the door was a surprise and it showed briefly in the woman’s slightly narrowed eyes, in the question unspoken on her parted lips. It even took her just a moment to place him, but of course, the medal arm was quick to give it away.

Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier.

She might have seen his likeness a couple times, and Tony had told her about him, but she had never really met him in person.

“To us?” she asked. “What would Steve leave us?”

Bucky smiled, trying to put her at ease. He’d seen the flicker of her eyes toward his ungloved left hand. He’d grown used to the reaction from those who recognized him for who he was. It was why he generally wore gloves and his jacket in public. But, this was a special case and he knew the vibranium arm was better than fingerprints at confirming his identity.

“Yeah...Steve didn’t miss his time point. Punk had a plan.” He huffed softly. “As usual.” Bucky was carrying out Steve’s plan like he always did. He’d given his friend his blessing to go. How could he keep him from Peggy when they had this chance?

But, to himself, he could admit his best friend took all the stupid this time.

Holding up the artist’s portfolio, he motioned toward the chairs on the porch. “Showing is probably easier before the telling.”

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@brokenandlonelysouls​:

Pietro was always fiercely protective over his sister. He had been since he was young. He had protected her since they were little and since coming back he had heard many people calling her things like evil and a monster and he didn’t like it. Even if Bucky hadn’t used those words he still felt like the other man was judging his sister.

He sat down and had his arms crossed. He was still unsure what to think of him. He still wanted to come to his sisters defense. “Wanda is a good person…,” he knew his sister wouldn’t have meant harm. From what he had heard she had used powers that he had never seen her use before. Was that the reason he was even back in the first place? The young man had no idea. He just wanted to find his sister and let her know that he was alive.

“She is,” Bucky agreed softly, having gotten to know her a little bit before he’d gone back into cryo in Wakanda. Grrabbing a couple bottles out of the fridge, -- glass bottled, thick caps, so they were less easily tampered with -- he walked back to hand one to Pietro before moving to lean against the wall opposite the couch.

“Wanda is a good person who doesn’t like hurting anyone.” He twisted the cap off his water and took a long swallow. “But, she was also hurting. A lot. She lost the love of her life. The rest of us, we got to come back, get our chance at life again. But, Vision...he was still dead.”

It would have been a lot for anyone to deal with and, even with everything Wanda had seen already, she was still very young. Just like the young man sitting on Bucky’s couch. “Like I said, I don’t blame her. I don’t think she intended to do what happened. But, as someone who’s been forced to do things he wouldn’t have done by choice, I think she’ll also blame herself for it, regardless of what the rest of us believe.”

#brokenandlonelysouls #[ verse ] after the end of the line #[ timeline ] after faws #[ line ] I don't care

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Bucky: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Sharon: Don’t you mean cards?

Sam, done with life: No he does not.

Bucky, pulling out 8 knives: No I do not.

#[ bucky ] philosophy #[ bucky ] aesthetic #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight

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Walker: Bucky isn’t answering his phone.

Sam: I’ll call.

Walker: Lemar and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Bucky, answering on the first ring: Hello?

Sam: Hey did you get their calls?

Bucky: Whose?

Sam:

Sam: You blocked Walker didn’t you?

Bucky: First thing I did when he got my number.

#[ bucky ] philosophy #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight #//he absolutely would #//walker and lemar are not in his ten contacts

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Hey all!

Doesn’t look like I’m going to get to much of anything tonight. 12 hour day with far too much troubleshooting and tracking down customer issues. My brain is shot. Tomorrow should be a bit lighter. Just had two of my eight meetings for the day cancelled. So, I will try to be on earlier to write replies and answer messages.

Feel free to take a stroll through starters or memes, if you like, and I’ll write replies tomorrow.

G’‘night!

#[ ooc ] status update

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BUCKY BARNES’ HOTTEST MOMENTS

20. 62/161 votes | Bucky wearing the ‘party blazer’ in Power Broker [prev]

#[ bucky ] aesthetic #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight

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“kintsugi treats breakage and repair as part of the history, rather than something to disguise”

( PRINTS // TIKTOK )

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#[ bucky ] self image #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight #//yes! #//kintsugi has been a metaphor I use for Bucky across every incarnation I've ever written for him #//when I first saw his new arm in A:IW it made me think of kintsugi too

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@openxstrings​

A laugh would’ve escaped Frank if he hadn’t had to clench his jaw - hard - to contain his scream. He never would’ve figured he’d get the old pullin’ before three done to him. This was absolutely fucking hilarious. 

He started laughing as he gripped at the ends of the t-shirt to tie another rough bandage against the wound. Not ‘his’ wound but ‘the’ wound. If he kept it distant enough, the pain wasn’t exactly his. Easier to bear it that way. 

“C’mon, c’mon. Let’s go, let’s go.”

“Christ, you make Steve look patient,” Bucky muttered, shaking his head as he tried to guide the man’s hands so the bandaging would be functional and useful, not just cotton strips tied around a bloody thigh.

“Alright, come on.” He grabbed the detritus left behind -- no point in leaving evidence, even if it wasn’t a conscious thought so much as ingrained habit -- and stood up before offering a hand up. “Let’s get you up. My bike’s just around the building over there.”

He smirked a bit. “Think you can manage to hang on with that leg, tough guy?”

#openxstrings #[ verse ] after the end of the line #[ timeline ] after faws #[ line] this ain't no butter knife #//steve taking off into the timeline didn't help either

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@brokenandlonelysouls​

Open- I don’t care//Pietro Maximoff

“I don’t care what you say. I know my sister and she wouldn’t have meant to do any of that intentionally.” His sister had to have been hurting so deeply to snap like that. He might have been gone a long time and hadn’t seen what happened. But he knew his sister and hated hearing people talk about her in that way.

“And I never meant or intended to murder dozens of people over the years,” Bucky replied calmly. “But, it was still my hands, whether I wanted it or not.”

Sighing, he pulled the leather jacket he’d been wearing out on the street off his shoulders and draped it over the back of couch. “Have a seat,” he offered, heading into the kitchen area to grab them both a bottle of water. Brooklyn was hot and sticky this time of year and they could both use something to do with their hands, he guessed.

“I’m not blaming Wanda,” he continued, glancing over his shoulder to where he could still see the young Sokovian. “From all accounts, she wasn’t conscious of what she was doing. But, it’s going to haunt her because she wouldn’t have meant to do it.”

#brokenandlonelysouls #[ verse ] after the end of the line #[ timeline ] after faws #[ line ] I don't care

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PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

#[ ooc ] psa #[ queue ] it always ends in a figt

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Please reblog if you play a character who is 30 years of age or older

I don’t care if it’s an OC or a canon character, and while I play a human, I don’t care if your fandom isn’t but for the love of god, why is everyone in their twenties? Give me some mid thirties or even some fourties. Hell, throw me some silver foxes. Please.

#[ ooc ] psa #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight

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PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

#[ ooc ] psa #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight

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Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

#[ ooc ] psa #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight

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Let me ask you. You still having those nightmares? All the time.

#[ bucky ] aesthetic #[ queue ] it always ends in a fight