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ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇs | ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏʀ ғᴏᴇ ([personal profile] foes) wrote2024-05-29 02:31 am

i got guns in my head and they won't go。





(THIS IS A TRAIN WRECK RN I'LL FIX IT LATER)


PERMISSIONS:
backtagging: yes pls thank you, i'm slowwwww af myself because Life
threadhopping: if it's contextually appropes, otherwise it's just awk
fourthwalling: there are certain understandable punctures, like the comics-within-comics about captain america, and social media shenanigans

PREFERENCES:
ships: m/f preference (with a rare dash of m/m re: the occasional steve). cross-canon and OCs are also super cool, e.g. what up diana/bucky aka ducky (OCs with the caveat that it may be more on a case by case basis). unless it's on a shipping-centric meme, it's usually gotta evolve after some delicious CR. my fave ship is, believe it or not, bucky/wanda but i'm weirdly picky about my wandas so if you're not sure, just ask!
kinks: no: brainwashing; weird bodily fluids (blood does not count as weird for bucky). yes: hairplay; bondage (with the right, trusted partner — would not be random); dom/sub play (also with someone he trusts); sensory deprivation; body worship; orgasm denial; somnophilia; dubcon (with regard to aphro/sex pollen context, usually with partners who are already into each other); unhooking motherfucking brassieres. anything else? i'm open. teach me ur kinks.

WARNINGS:
content from this character: involves severe PTSD, mind control, dissociative identity symptoms, violence, gore, fallout from non-consensual living weaponization. cybernetic (possibly vibranium alloy) left arm - which has been re-gifted post-ca:cw as a full-on upgrade from new ally t'challa (black panther). if any of these traits/items make you uncomf, lmk.



OPEN POST:
TFLN overflow (or brand new texts - crack/reg)
CONTINUATIONS (meme threads, any threads)
PROMPTS (pics, quotes, music)
START SMTH (fight me)
you don't have to ask, post it and i will love it B)
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dat meme;

[personal profile] revlon 2018-02-25 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her mission in Los Angeles did and didn't go entirely as planned. The incident with Whitney Frost was resolved, the last of the Zero Matter gone, and holes ripped through time and space mended, and the city survived in one piece. If one measures success by the world being saved, then it was absolutely a job well done all around. But if one measures success by the world being saved with no lives lost, then that's another thing entirely — grievous bodily injury included. As always, there is a cost. Peggy Carter is painfully aware of that. And her acknowledgement of the fact doesn't make it any easier, nor does she expect it ever will be made easier as time wears on.

Ana Jarvis was shot and is recovering, but will never have children. Peggy herself was impaled on rebar and never allowed herself to recover and is feeling the effects of that nearly two weeks after the fact. And Chief Jack Thompson —

Jack is dead. Shot in his hotel room with the assassin and weapon (and the redacted SOE file stolen from Jack's briefcase) unaccounted for. It's a mess and the SSR is in an uproar. Peggy had no choice but to fly back to the East Coast and head up the SSR's New York office in Jack's stead, leaving Daniel Sousa behind in LA along with any possibility of them being together. It's the wrong time. It will always be the wrong bloody time for them and she can't keep wasting his or fooling herself into thinking they can make it work. LA had become a disaster.

And Bucky Barnes is returning to the smouldering aftermath of it. Peggy had to return to Howard Stark's penthouse before her shift ended and no one had questioned it; thank God for that, because her injury is throbbing too much for her to think straight and the entire rattling subway ride home had been agony. She's practically limping through the door and breathless when she gets home but squares her shoulders and puts on a light, nonchalant air in case her roommate is in. ]


Angie? [ She might still be in rehearsals. Good. ] Angie, it's just —

[ And she breaks off, shocked into silence. Because Bucky is standing in the middle of the grand sitting room, a rucksack on the parquet floors, and looking like a ghost from the war. He's been in Europe with the Howling Commandos. She didn't expect — ]

Bucky? What the hell are you doing here?