#bound:start

[vvntersoldat-blog]

manhattan, new york city. 2018. but bucky doesn’t feel right in 2018. he stands in central park, shooting glances at his surroundings. families, kids playing. woman jogging on his right, a green lawn beneath his feet. cars buzzing, people walking, and there’s a bridge somewhere, up there, in front of him. like a vet who returns from war, he struggles falling back in line to civillian life. the war wasn’t seventy or so years ago. the war was just yesterday. he peers down at his chest and he remembers, his howling commandos uniform. it was sharp, he was proud. now he wears civilian clothes. he doesn’t recognize himself, anymore. he has long messy hair and a beard he’s skeptical to cut. change to his routine, felt like chaos right now. marks on his body he couldn’t explain, were never there, when hydra first captured him. and, worst of all, the metal arm. he peers down at the metallic fingertips and flexes each one. this was the biggest mystery on his body. how did he end up with an entirely metallic arm and not remember it? it fit like a glove, maybe because his real arm was gone. he could tell from the handiwork. it reminded him of the vibranium from steve’s shield, but that was a long time ago. each day was a new day, but his war stories felt like a recurring dream. he sleeps, and remembers falling off a train. he wakes, a soldier in a civilian world. then he wonders new york, finds himself in different places struggling to fall in line, like now. he goes like clockwork. he doesn’t belong here. his eyes raise with a steady look, jaw clenches, body tenses a little. and the question he asks himself every day, he asks again. aloud. “what the hell is this?”

[rcsilients-blog]

it  only  came  in  pieces  ;  faded  memories  ,  empty  laughs  ,  ghostly  touches .  pepper  ,  the  woman  with  a  plan  ----  the  woman  who  had  her  &  EVERYONE  ELSE’S  shit  together ,  knew  when  something  was  wrong  it  was  wrong .  she  was  in  a  bar  ,  a  unique  location  for  someone  like  pepper  who  often  ENJOYED  drinking  alone  rather  in  a  room  full  of  strangers .  but  being  alone  while  grasping  for  some  sense  of  reality  was  TOO  MISERABLE  for  even  pepper’s  taste .  tracing  the  rim  of  her  martini  glass  she  contemplated  on  a  refill .    ❝  it’s  a  tuesday  night  &  i’m  acting  like  i’m  on  a  rare  vacation .  ❞  she  shook  her  head ,  ❝  please  stop  me  when  i’m  on  my  third .  it’s  NOT  PRETTY  i’ll  tell  you  that  much .  ❞  

[ghxstspider]

It was strange, how much this world mirrored her own, yet differing just enough for her to recognize it as not being hers. Not that she’d even begun trying to solve the mystery of her little world swap just yet. No, other questions had to be answered first. As it was, Gwen was content to live her life here until she’d solved her problem. Attending classes had become a major part of that. “Look, I’ve really got to finish these notes before my next class, so whatever you need, please make it fast.”

[qvakeimplode]

       ❛ just give me a second  ,  dude  .  ❜     the brunette says  ,   eyes trained on the laptop   (  old reliable ,  she takes to calling it these days  )    as her fingers moved across the keyboard  .  they had the muscle memory  ,   of course  ,   so that skye wouldn’t have to look at her fingers — but she liked to make sure she got through the job  .  said job being looking up  anything  about the  rude customer from this morning out there  .  the girl presses the  Enter key as she looked up  ,   screen searching all databases  .      ❛ —  okay , aye  .   wassup ?  ❜

[boundedhq]

    hey guys !  due to a little typo, this starter wasn’t in the tags but now that it’s been fixed, please reply to it when you get the chance !!  thanks for reading my loves xx

[xkaplans-blog]

it’s strange. possibly one of the strangest things he’s seen. well, in real life that is. his dreams tended to be as weird as this; sometimes he’d see something akin to blue fire or lightening come from his fingertips. sometimes there were aliens - and not the kind from any sci-fi movie he’s watched. but those were dreams. nonsensical things his subconscious brought up because of his tendency to lose hours to comic books. either way, that was fiction. this... thing was right THERE. he’d had to tilt his head back quite a bit just to take in all of it. his fingers twitch slightly; itching to not only touch it but draw it. immortalize it in his sketchbook. without turning to the person next to him, he practically breathes out, “what is this?”

[websensed-blog1]

          ❛   you  have  got  to  be  joking ,   ❜    he  almost  huffs ,   in  disbelief  at  the  sudden  price  mark  up  over  a  pack  of  wooden  pencils  he  needed  for  a  PHSYICS  MIDTERM .    eyes  practically  rolling  to  the  back  of  his  head ,   peter  shuffles  through  the  opened  pocket  of  his  school  backpack ,   scavenging  for  left  over  change  to  compile  with  his  dollar  bill .   A  QUARTER ,   A  STICK  OF  UNWRAPPED  GUM  ( one  he  still  may  consider  saving  for  later ) ,   and  CHAPSTICK .   there’s  a  SIGH  that  emits  distress .    ❛   hey ,  do  you  think  they’ll  sell  these  guys  to  me  by  the  pencil ?   ❜    the  question  is  directed  towards  the  one  conveniently  nearby .   after  all ,  he  only  needed  two .   ❛   i  could’ve  sworn  they  used  to  for  like,  a  quarter  each . . .   ❜

[bluedcvil-blog]

new york city frightened kurt. he grew up in small villages having a nomadic life, only really seeing the deep country side of europe. the large buildings, loud large crowds and speeding cars made him feel overwhelmed. the blue man kept his body covered as much as he could, wearing a trench coat, gloves and a hat that tipped forward just enough to cast a shadow. his tail had been tucked into the back of his pants under the coat but it made it’s way free without him knowing, swaying near the ground behind as he walked. his yellow eyes were trained on the ground, too scared to make eye contact with anyone which caused him to collide into someone’s shoulder. “ i am so sorry !! i vasn’t vatching... i’m very sorry !! “ he exclaimed, head still down. 

[websensed-blog1]

i  know  i’m  the  Absolute  Worst™  for  having  no  time  during  the  week  to  do  threads ,  but  i’m  srsly  working  on  being  better !   so  if  you’d  like  a  smol  starter  from  peter  pls  like  this  &  i’ll  thwip  one  out  (-: