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i just want to state that i am alive

my brain is stuck on two specific threads and it's not my turn on either so i am waiting patiently (this is not me trying to rush).

(mentally, I am this emote)

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James, let's get a little personal!

If you have the cojones to answer...

What attracts you? Both physical and personality traits. What catches your interests almost always when you find them in a person?

And... Have you been with anyone since the whole "getting away from HYDRA" thing? No need to say who, but was it a romantic interest, or simply physical?

Why do I ask? I dunno. Cuz its Thirtsy Thursday? Because I'm nosey?

Because why the heck not? 😁

"Why is it always me?! I'm the only one who's been asked this kinda thin'."

"Pretty sure I've already answered the first question before. Twice. Get asked this once a year and I don't have anythin' else to add this time."

"Ain't been with anyone. S'kinda hard to be on datin' apps when you're… an ex-assassin who's on the run and bein' on datin' apps risks you bein' found by the people you're runnin' from. Do you think no one would've found me if I matched with them?"

"Kinda sad I didn't try it, now."

( reference for the 'dating apps' answer in the tags of this post )

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

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this i had to send this to you XD

so funny story. you know when I posted about 'why does the owl have an ass'? I watched this video before I saw thicc Duo.

it's unironically pretty good. thicc Duo is not.

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Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

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Based on the character(s) you see me play, send me another character you think I could write well

On anon or not

Maybe I’ll start playing them!

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like you said; he's a ghost story.

- natasha romanoff, captain america: the winter soldier (2014) — original images! 1: [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] 2: [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x]

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me trying to do an edit like the one i did of PR but for catws and... PR looks so good in still images and in motion but catws looks so good exclusively in motion until the moment the soldier is on the screen, and then it's awesome lingering shots that look good as a still image.

this is just 'look at this man in this film' because so much of this film doesn't work as a still image.

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to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.

- raleigh becket, pacific rim (2013) — original images! 1: [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] 2: [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] | [x]

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it's been 11 years and i'm still not over how good pacific rim looks.

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fucked up on the gif I intended to make by forgetting to save it as .gif because I am... very smart. did, however, make a gif of Steve saluting if anyone wants it.

watching clips from ca:tfa because I have decided I want to do a gif of Bucky after he sniped someone and clicked on the bar scene instead (thinking it might be just before the squad scenes). they really got the most English man to play the bartender. 'where they puttin all this stuff?!'

he's the next canon being added. that random fuckin guy. /jk

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watching clips from ca:tfa because I have decided I want to do a gif of Bucky after he sniped someone and clicked on the bar scene instead (thinking it might be just before the squad scenes). they really got the most English man to play the bartender. 'where they puttin all this stuff?!'

he's the next canon being added. that random fuckin guy. /jk

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Lieat 'looked' at her as if just realising she was there before their face turned up towards the Ferris wheel--the apparent enemy of tonight, if Helena's thoughts had been understood correctly on Lieat's second attempt at figuring out the issue--and they twisted their hands in thoughtful excitement, lacing their fingers together and drawing them up to their chin as their shoulders raised. "Everything." Their face turned back towards her as they realised they should explain their answer, or at least expand on it.

"Your enemy--" no, they were not planning on thinking of that wheel as anything else, "--is so interesting. The lights. The sounds. The energy." With the crowds and their own intense interest in everything around them, they didn't notice the gentle rattling in their throat. "Even… that." They'd noticed the clown. They didn't like the clown, but they'd noticed the clown.

"Do you not like any of it? It is so…" They couldn't explain what, precisely, was making them tense with excitement and rattle with joy. It was something, some kind of feeling that the place was giving, but they couldn't describe what. "There is a beauty to this place." It wasn't wholly accurate--though also not wholly inaccurate--but it was simply the best they could manage with this amount of stimulation; they were a creature of the void, they weren't used to sights and sounds like these. Focusing on the words they were using was proving to be less important and more taxing in that moment than watching the lights flash in a repeating pattern.

The Ferris wheel was not a large one, but all is relative. Especially with Hel being at risk of losing composure when lifted above the ground. Her enigmatic acrophobia. She gulped, studying the intricate metal contraption to the best of her ability as the dark of the evening obscured the beams and mechanisms of the structure. If only she could spot the inner workings better, the woman would regain peace of mind. The machine appeared to her as an intimidating, taunting neon eye of multiple flashing lights. It was blinking threateningly. It’s just an apparatus, she thought sternly. Don’t worry. Don’t worry… I’m not afraid. In fact, I find this rather enjoyable. @ghostsandmirrors

Her eyes went wide with realisation. The mental link between her and Lieat was becoming more stable. In the middle of Helena reassuring herself, they overheard it. ‘—that right, huh?’ she put more weight on the side of the stall she was leaning against, smoking. 'What are you enjoying exactly?’ She was curious if they would elaborate, yet her tone fell flat, eyes darting across the hectic crowds to the screaming children, to the reason behind the screams - the most ugly-looking, nearly distorted clown she had ever seen. If she enjoyed the scenery, she did so in morbid fascination.

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me: I need to reply to these two things in my drafts... also me, looking at YouTube as it recommends the same five songs I've been listening to since last Friday: ... nvm.

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Its head tilted silently to one side as it watched him, as if this new angle would show it more than looking at him normally would. When it didn't, when no secrets revealed themselves and no extra meanings were obstained, Lieat straightened itself as much as it could without revealing its own appearance too much. He already seemed uncomfortable--averting his gaze, murmuring--and revealing its appearance fully would only cause further discomfort.

That was how Lieat saw it, anyway; it was very aware that it wasn't even close to being mistake for something of Earth. It had, however, forgotten that shadows don't make a habit of holding a conversation.

Even with that discomfort in mind, it kept its focus on him. He was interesting, down to the words he used. 'in this line of business.' That begged a question; "what is your 'line of business'?" Gentle curiosity danced along its sing-song tone, its words as light as ever. In truth, that curiosity extended beyond his 'line of business'; it only knew what it had seen from him, and it hadn't seen much. Out of what it had seen, it had little understanding of.

It shifted a little, leaning forward just enough for it to be obvious that no part of it was moving in a way that it should have been but not enough to reveal anything, as it considered him.

"You seem… interesting." Its words were still gentle, still light, as if if it just spoke kindly enough then nothing could offend or cause any kind of problem. Truthfully, it didn't like to cause problems. It'd heard of so many who did, and it couldn't understand that urge fully. Not towards strangers, at least.

He could have pittied the creature (it is admittedly difficult for him to perceive it as anything but), in a strange way. It was...eccentric now that he thought about it, but not unwelcome....despite the unnerving fact it had no corpreal form. Still, it could be worse, and he did not dwell so much on the fact he was literally conversing with a shadow like creature.

At the very least, the creature did not appear, in his mind, to be equally as judgemental as humans.

Only very little than what is required of the other as someone to rant to, because there's something, somehow, unsettling about this whole ordeal; that is was far more comfertable to converse with a non-human than with an actual human. Never mind the fact he didn't have the faintest idea of what sort of creature the other was. It mentions something else since, something in passing about the same occurance happening in others, but it is the word 'perhaps' that stings in his ear for a good while after its utterance: so bothered by it is he, actually, that his reaction is belated, and perhaps inadequate even then.

He remains silent, as if contemplating its words.

"Well, can't exactly be helped," he murmured, his gaze averted, as if holding it for too long would take too much out of him. "Especially in this line of buisness."

When one offers themselves for blood money, one does lose a bit of themself. After all, after the fifth, sixth, seven bullet in a target's head, what is one more if it pays well?

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The attempt at being a little light-hearted, uncharacteristically so for anyone who starred in his nightmares, died immediately when the shot sounded. He remained remarkably still, for someone who'd just had a shot fired in front of him, and there was a moment before he looked to the other man, the ex-handler. He mostly recognised him based on his voice; it was distinctive. It sounded like familiar corridors, the squeak of expensive shoes on a tiled floor, the low buzzing of electricity around them.

It sounded like every vision that haunted both his waking and sleeping hours.

Maybe it showed in the way his expression went from almost jovial to empty, blank, with that decades old thousand yard stare that was going a thousand yards whether there was something in the way or not. That glassy-eyed look that bore into everyone, anyone, whoever he came across. He knew other agents hated it. He didn't know if this one did; he could only hope the answer was 'yes'.

Ignoring the tensing in his shoulders, the chill in his right arm, everything that suggested he should risk it and run, he didn't move. He didn't take a seat. He didn't take a step. He didn't even take his eyes off of the handler. Ex-handler.

It was hard to remember that was in the past.

"Never was talkative." His tone was frozen, frigid, a localised blizzard aimed straight for the man in front of him. The man he was staring unblinkingly at while he ignored the gun entirely; the gun wasn't a threat, the man was. More accurately, what the man knew was a threat. Still, he tried to sprinkle some casual into the blizzard as he said, "never liked sittin' much, neither."

that’s my cue.

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It had been nearly two years since Brock last saw the Winter Soldier, and the changes were evident in both of them. Where one could argue that Barnes looked better--less starved and dead-eyed, for example--Rumlow looked like he'd been put through a wood chipper. Felt like it at times, too, the process of being dug out from the rubble of the Triskelion and pieced back together a hellish one. Death would have been easier, something he expected the soldier understood.

But here they both were, alive and in reasonably good shape. It had taken time, skill, and resources to track him this far, and he wasn't about to let him go that easily. The Winter Soldier was a valuable asset, even without the long arm of HYDRA to keep him compliant. The gun was already in his hand, a shot fired at the floor in front of him to discourage him from taking another step. "Don't even think about it. Think I tracked ya down for my fuckin' health? Sit the fuck down, and we'll have a chat here like the grown-ups do."

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⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰

under read more due to length.

1. is there a muse that you wish gets more attention? Joker, Ultron, every OC.

don't get me wrong, playing Bucky is fun but I have 20 other muses and the complete lack of interest in every OC except Lieat (who I love and adore and would never complain about) kinda fucks me up? just a little bit. especially because most of these OCs have been with me for well over a decade*.

lack of interest in anyone else is also the reason I contemplate getting rid of Bucky once a month (I will never get rid of him).

the people who give any other muse a chance are my wholly beloved motherfuckers.

3. which muse is the trickiest to get into character for? Jesse or Sasha.

Jesse because he's newer. Sasha has historically been a pain in the ass. even over on cherno-sasha.

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* for reference, the first time I played different characters: - Bam (2009) - Dylan (a version made in 2009, current version made in 2014?) - Joker (2011? 2012?) - Sasha (2013) - The Bringer (2014) - Liaxee (2014/2015) - Wagner (2015) - Bucky (2016) - Ultron (2017) - Dick (2017) - Jameson (2017) - Ai (2017) - Grayson (2018)

Lieat, Nat, the birbs, Peter, Eleanor, Mattie, and Jesse are all new since I made this blog. most of the abandoned OCs are, too, with Daniel Norton being the only one not (2017, remade on the same Potter site Grayson was made on in 2018).