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After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

[sgtbarnxs-a]

After much deliberation and feet dragging I’ve decided to archive this blog and get a fresh start over on a new blog with the same name. Never fear, all plotted threads are being carried over, all relationships ect ect. 

find me on @sgtbarnxs

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Too Shy To Reach Out?

Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet

♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first! ☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet. ☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people. ♛ - I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet… ★ - I’m intimidated by how much you write ☂ - I’m intimdated by how often you post ☾ - I don’t know how to approach you ☄ - I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING ☀ - I keep hoping you’ll message me first…

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              VERSE DROP ★ ᴅᴇᴛʀᴏɪᴛ : ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ

                                                        [ ★ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ || ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅ ]

WS100 Serial Number: 325-570-38

A secret prototype military special ops android created by CyberLife; commissioned for the organization known as HYDRA as part of a special contract.  

Models creation is to remain absent from CyberLife databases as per contract.  

Modifications: Metal alloy in place of white plastic body for durability and protection

Skillset: Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Durability, Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Reflexes, Master Tactician, Master Martial Artist, Knife Mastery, Master Assassin, Master Acrobat, Master Marksman, Master Combatant, Expert Pilot, Heightened Perception, Multilingualism. 

Due to increased risk this model poses on humans a set of verbal codewords exist to disable asset. Furthermore android must have its memory banks wiped after each mission and must be stored in deactivated state. 

Note: Damage to synthetic skin of the left arm. Repairs deemed unnecessary. 

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I watched a playthrough if detroit become human today, I'm in love. Buck would totally side with the androids. I need to have him interact with a Markus, Connor and Kara now. P.s. I'll be online soon for replies.

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nomadshield‌:

Standing still was an exercise in self control.  Bucky’s position near the window was a clear intention of what would happen the second he felt uncomfortable or, maybe, in danger.  Understandable considering everything Steve imagined the other had been going through.  Although, he honestly wished he had a better understanding.  A ghost, Natasha had called him.  Answers were few and far between.  The only one who really had any was standing on the other side of the room, ready to bolt.

Talking helped them both, it seemed.  Nostalgia wrapped around him as if helping bring Bucky back to life.  On the other end, it looked as if the other was starting to ease a little at the dose of reality, as if he’d been afraid of hallucinations.  Then, all of a sudden ( or so it seemed ) the tension comes back.  Along with it is the guilt.  Standing there reminds Steve how helpless he feels against the current enemy.

If only he’d looked.  If only he hadn’t allowed himself to get swept up in a wave of confidence.  We were in enemy territory for Christ’s sake, he chides himself for what has to be the millionth time.  A lot of things should’ve been done differently.  Instead of following instinct and looking for his lost friend, he gives in to the need for vengeance.  Hydra burned to the ground but not completely.  Even that was a failed mission.

“Whatever you’re dreaming could be memories.  If you still have this one I have to imagine there’s something real about the others.  If you stay we can talk about it.”  Please, stay.  I’ve missed you.  But, how did you get someone to stay when they didn’t remember or trust you?  To start, Steve wanders slowly to the closest chair and sits himself down.  

   He wanted him to stay, those words alone had a twofold affect, part of him tensed ready to spring for the window at a moments notice -- the other, something deeper in a place the soldier has just begun to recognize at all, no doubt the place the memories streamed from had whispered through the battlefield of his mind and begged he stay. That he was safe here, that this was where he belonged.   

   If the soldier was Bucky Barnes by all accounts Steven Grant Rogers was trustworthy -- had been an important part in the man's life. Childhood best friends the museum had said. The only person alive today that had known the man before the weapon. His best chance at learning if that man still existed now. A chance he was as equally terrified to take as to lose.

   Swallowing hard the soldier watched at Rogers made his way cautiously to a nearby chair, lowering himself into it like he were handling a bomb that could go off at any moment. “I won’t let you take me in” he warned. This organization Rogers worked for, HYDRA was part of it -- there was no extracting a virus this deep. Cut off one head two more take its place -- the saying was as true as it was annoying. It would be no better than delivering the soldier right into HYDRA’s waiting hands. He wouldn’t allow it. “I won’t go back.”

   As determined as he was the statement itself was not a no to Rogers request, more a condition. Ungluing his foot from the ground he took a step forward, away from the window and further into the apartment. But there was one more thing he needed to say, one thing he needed Rogers to know. “And -- even if these are memories...it doesn’t mean I’m him. -- I don’t know if I can be. -- they might be all that’s left.”