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Independent Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier RP blog. Heavily MCU-based with comic and headcanon influences.
18+ Mature and potentially triggering content will be featured on this blog. OC & crossover friendly.
Mun & Muse 24+
Written by: Sage [he/him.]
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//-sheepish- Howdy. I apologize for being incredibly MIA on this blog. Lots of personal battles going on rn and for some reason Bucky’s blog has brought me an insane amount of stress/anxiety/pressure lately. Not sure why, I think it’s a me thing because I’m so hard on myself. Anyways, absolutely no promise on activity or replies, but attempts will be made at some point?? I am super sorry to those I owe and those who were invested in our threads.
Due to my feelings with Bucky’s blog, I have been crafting a small OC army apparently. More freedom and less stress, I guess? I may post the newest blog’s info here once it’s done if anyone is interested.
Again, I’m sorry to everyone I have kept waiting and will most likely keep waiting because my brain is big evil.
//Hi… my name is Sage and I’m having the worst writers block here on Buckaroo. It’s very frustrating and I feel like an ass. I am sorry ;-;
I will continue to work on things, but??? In the meantime you can catch me hiding on Grey’s account (@wickedvendetta)
this is just a friendly reminder that it’s okay if you’re not writing right now. it’s okay if you’re only able to pop on here to yell into the void about your muses for five minute and leave, or make edits or goof around with your friends and just chill, or even do none of that at all. this is a hobby. it’s okay if you’re not in the headspace to approach that one mutual yet, or answer those ims right away. the world is a stressful place for most of us right now, we’re all struggling with something one way or another, and we’re mainly here to have fun. taking care of yourself comes before any expectations anyone here has of you, so don’t ever let someone shame you for not being fully present here for however long that takes.
//Lets talk the future of this blog aka mainly activity! (Which is something I always end up writing about for some reason rip.)
First! I am not going anywhere. I love RP and writing too much to up and leave. This shit owns my soul 5ever.
Second! Activity can/will/may be sporadic and no promises or guarantees on speed can be made (both for my sanity and due to life.) I will always try to reply to things as soon as I possibly can.
Third! I understand that some people do not like waiting extended periods for replies. If you no longer want to write and or carry on that particular thread, that is perfectly fine! I just ask that you are polite with me. I’ve had some nasty people pop up and I’m just not having it.
Bucky Barnes being slightly confused The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)
i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.
I wish all writers who haven’t been able to write in a long time bc of depression a very I love u and I promise u will write again
plot where there was an apocalypse and i believed i was the only survivor. ( scientist, bunker conspiracy person, warrior/soldier, regular person, etc.? ) ive been living on earth by myself for ten years now, ransacking old stores, growing my own food, doing whatever i want, passing time. one day, i run into you and suddenly i’m questioning everything. you thought you were the only one, too? what now?
"Happy Father's Day, Ada!" Margo grinned at him, handing him a cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes. "Here, I made breakfast," she smiled, before she continued, "I was thinking we could go to Coney Island for the afternoon. I mean, we can do anything that sounds fun to you, I just thought that might be nice."
James could only smile in response at first, overcome by a surge of emotions. For quite some time, Father's Day was just another day, something that didn't seem nor feel special. He paid it no mind, and it was better that way. But now, Margo was back in his life, both reunited and getting their second chances. It took time, but slowly that guilt he felt surrounding Father's Day and fatherhood in general faded. James was incredibly grateful for any moment he was able to spend with Margo; the pancakes were just a bonus.
"Thank you so much, sweetheart. They look delicious." He carefully took the plate, licking the corner of his lip. Wasting no time in taking a sip of coffee once he had it in had, "Still the best out there."
"Coney Island would be nice. It's been-... a long time since I've been there, so it'll be a fun trip, get to see what all has changed. Plus, I think we both deserve a little getaway."
Sebastian Stan - Jack Benjamin
Kings - Brotherhood (1.07)
Natasha:
There’s something about him that just reads ‘off’ in her mind, a sort of restless energy to a man who was normally capable of being as still as a stone, as quiet as the night. Seeing him like this concerned her, made her wish she hasn’t had to head out on that mission after all, but at least she was home now.
The original mission had been four days. Two days out under the hot sun tracking a target, another capturing them and extracting information before turning them over to the authorities, and one further to kill a relevant cult group before flying back and head home.
Home, what a funny concept. And yet it was, it was here, with him.
But then the surviving brother, who was neither part of the cult nor originally a violent contender, had shown up with a tank of explosives and five hostages and demanded to see Natasha alone. She’d had no option, for the sake of the civilians.
“It went as well as it could have,” she said with a smile, reaching out to brush at his stubble with a thumb. At least two days old, perhaps more. Had he been like this for all this time? “The couple of bruises and burns I got have already healed and everything else is fine.” Natasha always addressed her personal well-being first, because that’s what she knew James worried about. “The target’s been taken down and shouldn’t be hurting anyone else any time soon.”
The other hand came up, actively cradling his face now. “You know I can handle myself, James. Why do you fret so much?”
"Sounds like another job well done." It's almost a mumble, followed shortly by a lopsided grin. Of course, he feels that pesky sting of regret, missing out on a chance to work with Natasha all while doing some good. But they wouldn't always be together; missions and assignments wouldn't always align, and he understood that.
James allowed his head to rest within her hands, briefly closing his eyes to soak up how comfortable the moment felt. It was the first time since she left that he felt truly relaxed. A lengthy sigh, weary eyes eventually opening and peering back at hers as he shrugs.
He spent plenty of time pondering the why. Why did the panic set in, why did he allow it, what did it mean, why did he feel like this? It was all a confusing and frustrating round of self-questioning and harsh realization.
"I don't know, honestly. Sometimes when you go, I'm just fine. Other times the moment you're out of sight, this panic sets in, and I can't shake it. Silly, I know." A lie, for now. Truthfully, he had a pretty good idea what was going on, but a clingy attraction was a luxury they could not afford in their lives.
James placed a hand over hers, "Are you hungry? I can cook something up if you want. Or we can always order in, of course."
Margo:
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“You’re right, the outfit makes a big difference. Not just the color, but the fit. Bigger sweatshirts are optimal for brooding I think, especially darker toned ones. It definitely depends on what kind of brooding is happening to determine the best color, but I think I just like darker and cooler tones in general,” she agreed, matching his seriousness until he broke. The crack of a smile cause a grin to widen across her features, laughing lightly as she answered, “We can watch all of it. There’s so much content to get through, but it’ll be worth it. Some of the tv series are really good, and they make the trilogies a little more well rounded.”
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"I've never really thought about oversized sweatshirts, but they would be pretty good for some brooding sessions. I'm more of the nice fitting jacket, but that goes for just about any situation." He paused, quickly pondering a silly little thought, "You know, we should write a book about brooding. As a guide, I'm sure it'll help some superhero, villain, or angst-filled teen out there." James chuckled once more, unable to hold it back. Someone out there would buy a book like that; he had no doubt.
"There's a specific order to watch it all in, isn't there? If we're going to binge, I want to do it right. And I promise not to ask too many questions."
Jenna:
what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing
We know that HYDRA couldn’t completely erase Steve from Bucky’s memory… but maybe they knew that, and manipulated it to their advantage. It’s eerie how much a young Robert Redford resembles Steve Rogers during the 1940s:
Maybe HYDRA chose Pierce to be Bucky’s handler based on his striking resemblance to Captain America. Perhaps he rose through the ranks because of how well he could control Bucky, without using extreme violence. He would have been the perfect brainwashing tool.
So how many times did Pierce take Bucky’s love for Steve and use it against him? Is that partially how HYDRA made Bucky so complaisant, so willing to take orders from Pierce?
A young Alexander Pierce would just have to smile at Bucky while spewing lines about Saving the World, and The Greater Good, and Bucky would have listened. It would have sounded so familiar to him, manipulating the part of his brain that would follow Steve Rogers anywhere.
The manipulation is especially noticeable in the vault scene. Seeing Steve on the bridge confused Bucky, but Pierce brings him back to focus by lecturing him about doing his part to shape the century. Bucky looks abashed, until Pierce says: “[if we don’t do our parts]…HYDRA can’t give the world the freedom it deserves”. At those words, Bucky really looks at Pierce, actually considers him for the first time:
He has a bite to his voice as he replies “But I knew him” – so different from his submissive behaviour seconds before – because now that he remembers Steve, he doesn’t implicitly trust Pierce. Bucky looks resentful, like he’s seeing the manipulation for what it is, though he doesn’t understand why.
Even as his memories return, Bucky could be wary and nervous of Steve, confused by HYDRA’s manipulations. It could explain why he’s running from Steve in Civil War.
