would you guys be interested in interacting with my jin sakai were i to remake him.
its really rare for bucky to say the words "i love you", to the point nat made a surprise exclamation about it in tbolts 25, but i do think he says "i love you" in plenty of other ways that aren't those words. literally, speaking, but also consistently through his attitudes and gestures. he warms considerably around people he loves, smiles and laughs much more frequently in their presence, is far less stubborn, performs acts of service for them, wants to carve out time and space for them in his busy life. undying loyalty.
i hear im winning the prize for torturing myself
okay, so, this happens sometimes.
an agent of espionage, the shared artistry of acrobatics and a head for infiltration, encounters another of a similar caliber every now and then. it isn't barnes' first time, and he sorely doubts it'd be the last--she looks like the sort of girls the winter soldier trained, narrow and sharp as a stiletto blade, the charm of drowning siren.
it was good, then, that bucky isn't so easily swayed. ' here's an idea-- ' he prompts, testing his weight against an elevator cable. unsafe to wield his rappel string. ' i won't tell anybody i saw you here today.. and that i know you stole somethin'.. if you keep it to yourself that you saw me . i feel like this isn't something that happens to people like us real often. '
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the trust james affords natalia is unrivaled. it's evident in every avenue of their interconnected lives--like two twin snakes twined around each others serpentine body, confident never shall one strike another.
it's why, when she begs (there's sincerity in her verdant stare, pinched with something cousin to desperation) to take care of him, barnes concedes. for natalia, he is submissive, pliant, and flexible. for natalia, and for her alone, he comes undone.
she presents him with a black cloth, soft cotton layered thrice over; beneath his hand, he cannot make out the impression of his skin, only the mound of his knuckle where the strip tightens. ' what do you want me to do with this? ' bucky queries, turning the tail over between his thumb and finger. it's gossamer delicate, gentle on the flesh. natalia's smile is soft and slight.
' put it on, ' she returns. he blinks, dumbly, before it clicks. a blindfold. it's a blindfold .
the moment of hesitation belies no distrust, merely the muscle memory of sensory deprivation pulling like a taut knot somewhere in his chest. but, it's natalia . he trusts her. he'd stake his life on her gambles, bend over backwards at her command, drown the damn world in blood to keep her safe. so he obeys, tenuously bringing the slip of cloth to his brow line. both ends fold over the other behind his head, catching a wreath of brown curls around the tie line as it snugly fits over his eyes. only the vaguest impression of light dances between the stitch lines, natalia's silhouette a dark blur among the yellowed hue a nearby lamp gives off.
james' hands go to his knees, settled in her view. ' good. the decisions are yours, in the end, james. you're the one making them, but you're giving me permission to guide you through them, as long as you let me. '
' huh? '
' i'm saying, you're never going to be powerless like this. she caresses his wrist, the tracts of veins, thin scar tissue. nat brings one hand into the other just behind the small of bucky's back, powerful chromatic metal to warm skin. the fiber that thusly encircles his wrists is firmer, braided--or knotted? it was difficult to tell without the use of his eyes, and now his tactile response--like a rope. he knows, if he needed to, wrenching free would be easy; the prosthetic overpowered steel cuffs, let alone whatever material made the knots encompassing his wrists .
his choice. that's what she'd meant.
' let me take care of you, ' natalia reiterates, cupping the edge of his hard jaw. he feels the power in her touch, the strength behind the narrow fingers that glide appraisingly down the side of his jugular, skating the prominence of his adams apple. he's her hound, come to heel, whether she intended it or not. james shudders, his exhale tremorous and less subtle than intended.
' okay. ' his bare chest rises and falls, a nervous twinge rolling up his diaphragm. ' but i.. if i wanna stop-- '
' of course. always, james. we'll use a word. '
without the shame of eye contact, it's easier for bucky to put himself in this space, acquiesce to the idea of being anything other than self sufficient. his need for control of a scene didn't stem from anything his prospective partner could or should have done, but rather, the years and years of unbidden abuse and misuse as a red room agent. the winter soldier had no agency, desired nothing, and submitted to every order. defiance reaped pain, physical and mental; the soldier had learned quickly enough it was better to carry out a service, even if they detested it.
even if it was a molestation beyond identity. even when it left the soldier feeling hollow, stone cold.
natalia bore similar scars, deep inside, and so, connected like this, there is nothing james can hide from her that she cannot find in the depth of him. there's nothing he wants to hide. the gaps carved out of them fit together perfectly.
' how about, dragunov ? '
bucky laughs. natalia's touch sinks to the center line of his chest, nails grazing a trail to the center of his abdomen just above his navel. that laugh dies off in the depth of his throat, replaced by a desirous wince. he manages a blind nod, letting his head thud back into the headrest of the chair she's backed him into.
natalia hangs around him like the spider she shares her namesake with, touching in ramping intensity. she's been with him a hundred times, knows him inside and out, yet she treats him like he's a puzzle box to put together every time; she hums thoughtfully and pinches his intact nipple (the left half-cleaved by scar tissue and the seat of the prosthetic), relishing in the unrestrained whimper it pulls out of james. her palm flattens against his serratus muscles, cupping every hard hill and groping at soft dips. natalia sucks hard, red marks into his neck, bites the roundest point of his deltoid, and digs her thumb as hard as she can above the ridge of one hip bone. that will bruise. that will ache. that will say he is hers .
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zimwy' hey --- hey. 'a weapon decommissioned remains a weapon, no matter it's use; inter it in a mantle of glass and pretend it is for historical preservation, the acknowledgement of the atrocities of man--none of that would wipe bucky's pain away. bucky, bucky. he's still getting used to that. him, and not it. a person.he's sure doctor emmerich means well, but the prodding prompts a lightning-fast apprehension of hal's spindly arm, natal skin over his sleeve. his grip is shockingly soft, like the mouth of a retriever, bred to bring the hunt back intact. hal won't even come away with a bruise. ' don't treat me like a science project, doc. you can.. play with my arm.. just.. look at me a little less like i'm a bug under a magnifying glass. agreed? '@freq141-12#freq14112#THREAD.#V. MGS.#i'm making this vague so you can decide if like. philanthropy Saved the winter soldier or not but#pats otacon on his nerd head12
zimwy' hey--can i ask you a question? ' it's not his first time, diving nose-first into a mutant's issues, though it's not in his typical line of work. unlike the majority of his human cohorts, however, barnes is far from assuming or intrusive; the suffering of one outside of his demographic isn't his to make decisions about. he can still taste some steel in his mouth, all these years later, from tony's suit. (presumptuous prick at his worst.) ' you're siberian, right? ' @belayadyavol#belayadyavol#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#i have no idea what theyre up to (head empty no thoughts) but the thought of this was making me giggle so
zimwyfreq141-12 asked:What is Bucky's comfort food, if any? so, growing up in the great depression--as a military brat, no less, a child to a single parent of two children--means bucky didn't get to enjoy or indulge in a lot of quality foods. what we might consider a standard now was like, a delicacy back then; george died before the recession ended, and on top of that, he tried to keep his kids kosher and raised them jewish--bucky went to hebrew school for years--meaning available food to him was limited. no microwaves. can't cook much for himself because he's under ten years old, but learned what he could with what very limited resources they had. regular food staples meant potatoes, bread, beans, casseroles if george had the time. they went fishing a couple of times. bucky's childhood became a slurry of bland food, backyard plants, fat on bread, ritz crackers mocked up into pie, a whole lot of peanut butter. george wasn't as poor as, say, the rogers' household, but he wasn't well off. the average pay of a serviceman in ww2 was less than 50 dollars a month before 1942. but every now and then, they got a treat. george would save up, or he wouldn't eat and would rely on the army feeding him so he could give his kids something better. a few foods bucky had every now and then, very, very rarely, as a treat, were fresh produce--a real apple pie--and a hock of goat. there's something buried a little deeper, unreachable; the severance of death burying it all, but the taste of his mother's casserole is there. home recipe. he can't remember what it's made of, and could never replicate it.if you asked him, bucky would probably say a good slice of apple pie, but that's not really a meal. you don't get comfort food in the kgb. but every now and then, when the winter soldier was awake during lunch hours and the agents were rotated in and out of a mess hall (oddly familiar to them), it was solyanka soup. bucky hasn't had it in forty years, but he'd recognize it instantly if he did, and it would feel like the only warmth he ever had to cling to during the cold war.#this got so needlessly long but thank you raive ily#freq14112#RESPONSE.#HEADCANON.2
zimwy' I SAID--- ' the new york in him comes to head, like foam skimming a cool surface. the metallic thrust of barnes' forefinger is almost as intimidating as his 'scrappy-teen-from-1940s-brooklyn' intonation. ' WHOEVER THREW THAT AT ME, YA MAH'S A WHO-AR. ' #OPEN.#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#sdbfjshdfjhfrejwhfdjfhdsfdjs I GUESS!!!!1
zimwyuntaimed asked:can i come to the museum too :(((( ' there's no-- ' okay, mister google says there is, in fact, a john f. kennedy memorial museum. in fact, it said there were three different operaitve locations that claimed the title of some variation, two in mass and another in texas. bucky scrunches up his nose, ignoring the way shame pokes around the insides of his belly. he flips the phone out of his hand, dismissively tossing it on the couch cushions. ' no! i ain't goin' to some damn freakin' museum--no. go with logan. have a laugh at my expense! '#untaimed#RESPONSE.#bullied. you are BULLYIKNG HGIM#bucky in the tune of jerma's 'i dont smoke crack' meme: I DIDNT ASSASSINATE JFK I DIDNT A#congrats laura you really dragged the brooklyn out of him2
zimwyc4ptainrogers asked:"Do you want to go visit the JFK memorial museum? I hear it's great!" blink.blink, blink. the wheels in bucky's head move on slow, revolving tracks, up until they meet connective joints in which they grind incessantly together. it didn't take a telepath to see the cogs sticking and grinding together. a fussilade of emotion hits him as a barrage of bullets. that dumb, sincere, puppy-dog look on steve's face told him that this wasn't a prank--rogers might've had a steady leadership face, but his mask of fallacies was evermore untrained. there is nothing in his stare but an overactive eagerness.in fact, he has to set the po'boy he was eating down (sam introduced him to this killer little hole in the wall a while ago) as not to choke on the kosher imitation-style shrimp. plainly, he says, ' are you fucking with me? '@c4ptainrogers#c4ptainrogers#RESPONSE.#stop he's TOO OLD for this12
zimwyReblogged0utl1ersFollowpiotr knocks with a deliberate, ingrained sense of propriety, slow and careful not to rattle the door much in announcing himself before entering. he’s started to realize that a part of himself keeps urging him to practice restraint, tiptoeing around the man he’s been seeing for months over nothing else other than fear. what angers piotr most is knowing his doubts are, at this point, entirely based on vague notions of inadequacy on his part, knowing damn well that if bucky had issues, he’d voice them outright. piotr had come to learn as much. proximity and the inevitable familiarity that came with spending time around each other in close quarters invited curiosity—lines were crossed, barriers were lowered, and actions sprung from base desire gave way to something neither of them have labeled yet. he’d told himself this was nothing, tried to convince his own greedy heart that whatever there is between them only boils down to physical attraction and mutual gratification, but the longer he spent with bucky, the more he’d become drawn to the man beyond the winter soldier. vulnerability’s always felt like pulling teeth, so piotr tested things a little at a time—offering only small pieces of himself to fill the stretches of silence between them after sex, staying longer and longer with bucky until a few hours turned into full nights sharing bed, interpreting the acceptance of his prolonged presence as a sign that maybe he wouldn’t be making such a fool of himself over this.he rushes to hide the hand holding the surprise box of baklava behind his back before turning the knob, hoping this gesture will somehow ease his way towards the next step, the proverbial leap of faith. “ привет… “ piotr stumbles through the greeting somewhat, an awkward half-smile tightening his lips as they curve upward, and he crosses the threshold into bucky’s quarters. @zimwy zimwythere's something about his unbridled kindness (not very russian of you, he'd joked, absently plying at the soviet star branded upon his prosthetic deltoid) that almost unnerves bucky. he could never say it out loud--there was a line of delineation between a facade put on for the purpose of stroking an ego or inducing a succor of serenity, the sedation before the strike, and real, natural, home grown sincerity--but if he didn't know any better, he'd think of the things he taught his girls, and how to foster favor. some men valued demureness. others liked the firecracker and a bit of resistance, to satiate that hunter-hunted thing individuals of power seemed to crave. many man wore innocence as a veil to the wolf nestled just beneath their faux sheeps-wool.he's spent enough time with piotr to learn that while there is something borne in him of aggression, this part of him wasn't an air put on. it was merely one facet of his person, perhaps a dominating one. not like steve, but.. not unlike him, either. truthfully, what surprised bucky the most is that logan said he was one of his most trusted friends. there was something devaluing about it--like bucky could see beyond his little smile and the crows feet that had sprung up around his eyes, and find his meaning, that he ain't like you.but that was just paranoia, whispering in his ear and slithering up his neck, the way it always did. bucky hollers a ' come in ', still wearing the yoga shorts he'd slipped into earlier to practice sissone attitude into develope. they've acquired a white cat hair or two around the thigh seams, alpine meowing incessantly from her perch at a window as piotr crosses the threshold. sam's been bullying him into eating better lately, or at least, trying to, so bucky's seated on his counter top finishing off a fresh blend of fruit. smoothies, those were pretty cool. not something he really remembers from his youth, though he did remember the flyers about a grand new invention called a blender. now, they had more interfaces than his phone--why would appliances need all that, anyway? god, piotr looks like he's going to scrape along his ceiling. bucky almost feels bad as he gets on his feet, setting the empty blender cup aside. ' i'm sorry--i lost track of time, i'm still gross-- ' sweat clings to the heat point of his body, his throat, his this-morning shaved jaw, some curls sticking around his hairline. ' Привет. .. как дела? ' it's a bit awkward--bucky's never been good at this when it wasn't for show, when it wasn't deliberate. being open and honest is... hard. very, very hard. alpine slinks down from her perch, practically prancing to slip around to the back of piotr's legs, scenting the hidden baklava. she stretches out, snaking between his feet and then bucky's. ' let me change, at least. ' #0utl1ers#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#bites you be nice to yourself#t: hi. how are you?12
zimwy"the winter soldier is a ruthless death machine that will carry out its order to the absolute last note" and "the winter soldier was actively known for avoiding harming children and non-targets as much as possible and smoothly extricated from operations like a ghost, hence why it's one of the best red room operatives in history" are statements that coexist, btw.#while i overall enjoy the tws mcu film i did not like the idea of excessive unnecessary casualties#the winter soldier does not do that. they have very firm standards and intentionally flubbed a job to avoid shooting a child.#this isnt to say they WONT do this if they have no choice. i fully believe they are responsible for executing failed widows#or any failed thing that they directly trained#but its like. vastly not preferable.#TBD.#OOC.#i'm going to bed i just wanted to rant a lil before i do so. good night.#thank u guys for being patient w me.#at least i finally got some writing out again :-3 i think my issue was just having very little to reply to. starters helped#more tomorrow!… See all3
zimwyjames' routine grinds to a halt. they feel big boss's eyes upon them before they spot him. their tank bunches around the waist band of their gym shorts, his dense legs standing like two proud spires that told tales of bucky's ability. the arabesque sinks, lifted leg settling plainly beside the other as he regains his footing, a graceful heel pivot putting boss into line of sight. james isn't dumb. they know they're anomalous to the typical inductee: they weren't carted off the field, sweating blood and nursing bullet craters. they know, unlike their compatriots, they are a super weapon.and they know big boss's scrutiny is with reason. he reaches over to tap the radio off, divesting boss his attention. the ballet could wait.' what-- ' james stalls, wringing their hands together. ' do they call you boss, or snake? '@bcgbcss#bcgbcss#THREAD.#V. MGS.#one personal cyborg assassin for you1
zimwytheir reaction is flinch, as instinctual as a great white thrusting it's nose up into the belly of a fat seal. there's no thought in it. an action demanded a reaction, and nothing else; kazuhira's palm upon their shoulder is intended as a friendly gesture, and consciously, they know this, but very little supersedes the animal fear fostered in their chest as a response to the years of abuse and torture they've been subjected to. james has kazuhira on his back in three seconds flat, reflective chrome surfaced prosthetic an impossible vice at his ascot. it's dominating, a heavy three hundred pounds (90 of it directly over the span of his chest, the weight of the arm alone enough to smother) melding kazuhira to the floor. or, at least, acquainting him with it. embarrassment wicks up into the fear as water to a sponge. he wets his lips, quickly retreating to full height, reticent to offer that same disabling prosthetic. ' shit--.. shit, i'm--sorry, miller, i.. really didn't mean to. just, don't touch me unless it's necessary, please. '@warmongered#warmongered#THREAD.#V. MGS.#i'm thinking msf era because. the winter soldier would not body disabled kaz#probably been on base for a hot minute and put through some de-conditioning rounds by bb#but still. Not. Healed… See all11
zimwyone soft corner of a hard edged jaw curls into a whorl of skepticism, and bucky finds himself staring. it isn't painted with the lascivious hunger of the simple, brusque male--if anything, he's appraising her, trying to find her in the categorical depths of his scattered mind. one building block over another. finally, he puffs a breath of air. ' you don't have any siblings who're politicians too, right? parents? ' the line of questioning was an attempt to scratch an itch, to hook out something lost deep in the grey matter of his brain. blunt and forward, because an act of espionage just to relieve an old wound was uncouth. bucky was never very polite, but, he's trying--wants to be trustworthy to the naked eye. ' just.. scratching up something in my brain. '@eclipsecrowned#eclipsecrowned#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#for raisa!! i'm thinking bucky acting as an escort or bodyguard or something??
zimwyokay, since i talked about cutting down my follows, it's worth it to throw one of these out too: please like this for a starter. either i will reach out to plot (especially if i'm unsure what to do) or whip you up something off the top of my head. if you're a multi, please give me a character to write it for (or a couple you would be fine with getting a starter to let me pick between them). #OOC.#TBD.#i want to keep all my big threads so if you owe me.. like.. u still owe me SFJSFHJWFHW#but i'd love to get some new things going111
zimwy' so --- ' cue twitch of the soft flesh above the nares, an indiscernible grimace between disgust and guilt crops up into barnes' jowls. ' was, uh, was nobody gonna tell me there's a JFK memorial museum? '#OPEN.#THREAD.#V. TBT.#funniest thing on earth to me. ever. so#good night yall13
zimwyRebloggeddefyxoblivionHe's practically writhing with desire, feeling his muscles tense wherever he's touched. Groaning as his chest is groped. Oh, he knows Bucky loves his pecs. He loves how much his body is appreciated. Being desired, wanted, it makes him feel like he's burning. No horror, no shadowed pain.Only two men in love, their lust an insatiable ache. Bucky pulls at his belt, and Dane smirks. "Oh, Princess wants me, does he?" He leans back, muscles defined and taut. He moves with purpose, showing off. Slowly he works his belt, teasing. "Who's my baby girl?"Then the belt open, the pants sliding down. His cock is thick, hanging at the ready, growing hard. With Bucky on his back before him he feels like a man. Not a weapon. Not a broken thing. A man, desired and loved.Slowly stroking himself, he's quickly hard. A knowing little smirk as he moans. "Tell me, baby... gentle... or hard?" He's breathing a little heavy. His almost feral need for his lover brimming with energy. Yet he's still giving Bucky the choice. Do you want tender loving, or do you want to be ravaged?zimwy' yes, sir. m--me. i'm your gal, handsome. ' a subtle swath of pink runs the tips of bucky's ears, coursing the highest points of his cheek bones where skin is the thinnest. not many individuals could rile him up so easily, but something about that primordial need running through dane like electricity, lighting up every corner of his soul, something so known and massive and pressing--like it was waiting to enter him, too--well, it had a way of oiling his engine. revving him up. god, he didn't love the mechanical thoughts. his prosthetic flexes absently, careful to harm nothing and no one. a pinch of that metal skin would be an ultimate mood killer, he suspected, and he wanted this as much as dane did. bucky's gaze falls from dane's face and firm pectorals to the bob of his amassing erection, the presence of a vein taut to the skin striking a hot and ready chord in bucky. he feels his stomach tighten, anticipatory euphoria awkwardly twining with nodes of anxiety. he wanted to be good, so good, to make dane forget about anything but him--- his tongue passes his lower lip. something soft and sweet would strip away his tension, endow him with love, a sense of shelter in dane's grasp--but he wants it to hurt a little today, he wants to be wanted, and he wants dane to prove that he wanted him. he reaches out, gently cupping the apex of dane's sack to push a delicate thumb against his balls. ' gimme everything you got, tiger. i ain't ever tested how long i can go--have you? ' releasing his soft grip, he settles back, just enough to elevate his hips for dane's easy access. the shaft of their dicks rub together with the gesture, eliciting a little tiny whine out of barnes. ' want you t'feel like you don't ever wanna pull out. ' #defyxoblivion#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#NSFW.#nsft#usfw#avert thine eyes young ones111
zimwyi did find a pretty good body claim for bucky, btw. my fc, carter jenkins, is just his face--i love carter, but he is not anywhere near as built as bucky is. and the fun thing is this body claim is in fact a ballerino. and does a lot of nude shoots. Keep reading#anyway he's not perfect. bucky's frame is a little bigger. he has more boob and much thicker legs.#but the general shape and look is almost exact.#also if this gets flagged i will riot. these images were on tumblr to begin with.#OOC.#TBD.#NSFW.… See all4
zimwysome hcs about bucky and kids decent with kids, terrible with infants. the 'what do i do with the baby' kind of panic settles in. the inability to view himself as something that isn't a weapon means he believes and fears he will harm smaller life forms, especially babies oddly, was good with infant rebecca when he was a little kid. very gentle and careful as winnie demonstrated. was better with kids in the war. the times he and steve were on leave or doing some pr thing (which he hated, but understood the need for), kids would always be front and center, and some of them liked him even more than captain america. it flattered and warmed him. it hurt him even more to think that a lot of the people dying alongside him in the war could've been those kids' big brothers. it didn't really occur to him he wasn't much older than them himself. better as a big brother figure than as a father, but.. again, would really enjoy being a parent with a long term partner if it were possible for him to carry the baby.given that he is an elder brother to a girl, probably is better with girls than boys. #HEADCANON.3
zimwyReblogged foxdiesvetchtibblesFollowoh hey man so is your living weapon single orsuper-ionUhh... we're pair bonded... I mean, yes, it is single, but I gotta be real with you, I'll be bringing *a lot* of baggage to this arrangement#i just.#BUCKYNAT TBT.#NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME LIKE YOU AGAIN. STEVE (PERDITOS).#LOGAN TBT.#i need some more specific tags im so lame#MUSINGS.… See all157,26410,213
zimwy• CHARACTER SHEET! repost, don’t reblogBASICS.FULL NAME: james buchanan barnes. NICKNAME: bucky. jimmy, to a few people, though he doesn't like this much. TITLES: the winter soldier. captain america. the revolution. the man on the wall. OTHER NAMES / ALIASES: canary. "mannish boy". GENDER: trans fem bigender. presents masculinely in public, so, you won't know unless you spend a lot of time around him. HEIGHT: 5’8" without shoes.WEIGHT: without the weight of the arm, around 170. with it, around 280. AGE: difficult to actually pin down. born in march of 1925, 20 years old at time of winter soldier induction, but periodically kept in stasis between operations that preserved his youth. i think the estimation from the red room scientists was he was around 28 when last used (after spending some years protecting an elderly vasily karpov). as of the induction of the infinity serum, likely ages very slowly. ZODIAC: i think he is an aries-pisces cusp. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: fluent in english, russian, german, spanish, arabic, mandarin chinese, japanese, and likely an assortment of european languages--anything deemed a necessity to learn by department x was learned, other languages picked up in the war. can get by well with vietnamese. PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.HAIR COLOUR: dark brown. EYE COLOUR: carob brown. SKIN TONE: a warm, light tan. BODY TYPE: very defined and athletic. muscular, but not absolutely hulking or packing it densely; it's concentrated where it is most important for bucky, primarily being his legs, sniping arm, and upper back. lean but strong in the way a smaller big cat is, like a mountain lion. the body of a ballet dancer meeting the body of an olympic gymnast. smaller than a lot of modern heroes. ACCENT: brooklynite through and through, albeit it can be hidden and loses intensity as he ages. slips a lot around other new yorkers or when in emotional duress. VOICE: quiet, low. deceptively gentle. a bit rough in his throat. this is my voice claim, the only discrepancy in my head is that bucky's voice is a little deeper and has the accent, but.DOMINANT HAND: right, ironically. but use of the prosthetic has sort of forced some ambidextrousness. POSTURE: military drilling has left bucky with a nearly perfect posture when in normal situations. much much much more elastic and springy when in combat situations. SCARS: very few aside from connective tissue around prosthetic plate. you'd think bucky would be heavily scarred, but it is not so; he is simply so skilled he's avoided most opportunities to scar, and he heals at an accelerated rate. TATTOOS: none. too identifying. never considered it in the war. BIRTHMARKS: none beyond a few moles.MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURES: the prosthetic arm is quite an obvious and glaring feature. CHILDHOOD.PLACE OF BIRTH: gary, indiana. HOMETOWN: brooklyn, new york. BIRTH WEIGHT: 6 lbs, 8 oz. BIRTH HEIGHT: 19 inches.MANNER OF BIRTH: natural, in a hospital in gary, indiana. FIRST WORDS: no.SIBLINGS: rebecca barnes, younger sister. PARENTS: geroge james barnes, father, deceased. winnifred barnes, mother, deceased. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: bucky's young life was the standard and perfect portrait of a 'nuclear family'; george was often at work, which left him and rebecca with winnie, who was a stay at home mother and homemaker. after her death, bucky saw less of his father overall, as it forced george to work excessively to provide for his two children as a single father. bucky does not resent him for this. ADULT LIFE.OCCUPATION: full-time invader and member of the US army, part time avenger, especially when mantling captain america. now, he just sort of considers them his coworkers. man on the wall, nick fury's personal assassin; the veil between earth and space for quite a while. member of the inner circle, as the revolution, in a ploy to bring them all down. former kgb assassin and spy. (still an assassin and spy, just not for them.)CURRENT RESIDENCE: a good handful of safehouses and locations in which he is permitted to hide around the world. primary points of residence included his home in indiana--now sold for liquidated funds--and a small apartment in a high rise building in new york. formerly the facility in moscow. CLOSE FRIENDS: steve rogers/captain america, sam wilson/captain america, natasha romanova/the black widow, clint barton/hawkeye, misty knight, logan/the wolverine, laura kinney/the wolverine, yelena belova/white widow, daisy johnson, nick fury, the invaders (namor--albeit they come to contention more than once--thomas, jim, etc), a number of avengers he's worked alongside, thunderbolts members (debatably..._)RELATIONSHIP STATUS: verse dependent. generally married to his work. FINANCIAL STATUS: has enough. not as well off as a lot of heroes, but fury did pay him for a lot of his work, as well as the avengers. DRIVER'S LICENSE: yep. (pilots license as well.) CRIMINAL RECORD: ah... yeah.. broadly pardoned. but it would include anything from political unrest to terrorism to murder to treason and selling american secrets to torture and theft to kidnapping and acts of espionage. he literally assassinated JFK, so.VICES: bad sleep schedule, forgets to eat, doesn't take care of himself. got into fights 24/7 as a youth, still angry. SEX & ROMANCE.SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, mild male preference. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic.PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: kind of difficult to discern. bucky doesn't like shouldering everything for his partner and needs them to be independent, but does want them to know they can trust him and use him as needed. likes to follow.PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: dommy bottom. likes to take over during sex whilst still being the receiver, as it gives him a sense of control over something previously denied to him, but absolutely enjoys subbing--he just has to trust you to do it. tends to be a submissive top with women, but loves being pegged. the only thing he cant really do is dom topping. very good at taking orders, once you work the brat out of him.TURN ONS: gotta live in the dark a little, like him. has a hard time with people who don't; the only exception is really steve and sam. gotta be okay with his distance and how busy he usually is, cannot be clingy in any serious sense except when immediately together--that's fine, but in terms of the general relationship, he wont do well with someone who is really clingy. gotta like cats, sorry. physical appearance doesnt matter as much, but he does like them strong; his type in men is "muscular". likes his women whip-like and unafraid to boss him around, in fact, likes them to lead the relationship and 'wear the pants' if possible. likes physical strength, loses his mind a little when manhandled or overpowered. especially if they can overpower the arm, too.TURN OFFS: "apolitical" people. everything is political in the end, and bucky's body and mind have been weaponized his entire life--deny that and he won't even give you the time of day. really bad physical hygiene. cruelty toward animals or children. glorifying violence or his past. (violence is necessary, but it isn't beautiful.) submissive or meek personalities. LOVE LANGUAGE: acts of service (it's not his fault he's a living weapon and all he knows how to do is kill.) big 'quality time' guy as well. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: entrenched in you, consumed by you, melded to you. would rip himself apart for you. dramatic highs, bad lows. tends not to have them, because he is extremely dedicated, and can't do anything short term or casual. all or nothing. MISCELLANEOUS.CHARACTER'S THEME SONG: i'm just gonna link his playlist, as i have no definitive single song.HOBBIES TO PASS TIME: yoga, contortionism and suspension yoga, meditation, ballet. sparring, exercise. bike rides. MENTAL 'DISORDERS': i'm also going to interpret this as 'symptoms'. bucky has always been angry--he's said so himself, defiant enough in childhood to get into regular brawls with other children, angry enough as a teenager he had to be sent away to england for SAS training in part because he kept landing himself in the camp slammer. phobia of heights, probably very afraid of sterile medical environments and needles and the beep of heart monitors. sleeps in bizarre patterns, plagued by night terrors AND nightmares. very reclusive and struggles to connect with others, details in his journal about how he doesn't feel like he's healing at all, struggles to follow authority, extremely impulsive to the point of self-harm recklessness, all-or-nothing mentalities (loves you, hates you), rapid mood changes, dissociative episodes and derealization. MENTAL ILLNESSES: ptsd, probably c-ptsd, bpd, partial dissociative identity disorder. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: no illnesses; severed left arm and part of shoulder and pectoral / disabled. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: both? but probably a bit more left. PHOBIAS: extreme cold paired with a closed environment, sterile medical facilities, restraints (outside of certain intimate settings), forgetting who he is again, being abandoned by his loved ones. mildly anxious about heights. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: ehh... very sure in his abilities and body, but, hates himself? so.VULNERABILITIES: electricity has been shown to do weird things to bucky's mind and memory. could in theory be reprogrammed to be the winter soldier again. has been corralled by threats to his loved ones lives, wherein if he acted they would die (same with mass casualty events). complex relationship with autonomy and intimacy can cause problems.tagged by: @snkts mwah mwah
tagging: idk steal from me and at me, i'm dog at tagging people#HEADCANON.#long post /#grahaharahrharahra my wife.4
zimwyRebloggedgreelinFollowpeople when trauma victims act traumatized especially in a way that is unpalatable to them because it involves lashing out and unpredictable moods and having boundary issues rather than just being demure, sad, and consumable #yeah.#MUSINGS.16,04525,190
zimwydo you ever think about how bucky was set up for failure since the beginning. this is one thing i really am bitter about being lost in the mcu adaptation--bucky has never had a chance to be anything but a tool for political violence. ten years old when his military father dies, never adopted into a new family or fostered, raised by GI's in a military camp, and then scouted to join because he was so naturally talented as a fighter, at fifteen years old. no chance. not one. didn't finish school. wasn't allowed to. couldn't waste that talent, right? and bucky never fostered any interests in those five years. how could he? he was raised among military men. what else was there for him but combating the rise of fascism? he never had a chance to be anything else. the winter soldier was a person carved into a shell, but it had to start somewhere. the US military set him on that path.#god it really fucks with me#HEADCANON.#i guess3
zimwybucky monsterfucking. you understand.#the werewolf head looks a bit weird to me. if i do a piece from this i'll fix whats bothering me then#MINE.#NSFW.#happy sunday19
zimwyRebloggedmorinotsumeIn a lot of ways Logan knew he didn't deserve Bucky's trust, not to mention his affection, but in the end it didn't really matter. He'd never deserved love, that much had been made abundantly clear to him with every cross word spoken by the woman who bore him, every stolen opportunity his long life had afforded. Every heartbreak was written in stone before he'd taken his first breath. Maybe someday he'd finally let go of this martyr complex, allow himself to believe he was worthy of care from others -- but that might be at the expense of his greatest strength, his steadfast need to prove himself more than what he'd been born, what he'd been made into.More than a weapon. More than a sick boy born of lies. More than a mutant.Keep readingzimwyThose moments spent trailing away from the precipice of an intimate nosedive feel like cold and unforgiving hours of glacial solitary, if Bucky were to be dramatic about it. His skin is alight and so sensitive, any brush of Logan's roughened finger-pads would feel like they'd scald to his war-torn center. He treats him so gently, so precisely, with none of the methodical, mechanical motion of the forebearers of his nightmares. In his dreams, they take him apart, limb by limb, until he's nothing but a mass of twisted wire for their use. Expendable. An item. A thing. But, here, like this, he's lavished, adored, as one might tend to a beloved garden. All the compassion of a smitten cultivator, Logan's hands all sullied with him as dirt from roots; he loves him, he really does. Keep reading#morinotsume#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#NSFW.#smiles :)#t: i feel good. don't stop10
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zimwyyou in that dress, my thoughts i confess---full nsfw scribble here. that nsfw poll ended with logan/bucky being the top voted so.#mmmaybe will fix and clean if i decide to color. the lighting in this would be interesting so maybe i will challenge myself#MINE.#NSFW.19
zimwyRebloggedlivinglieFollow@zimwy || open starter callhe makes it a point to meet everyone. it's just good leadership. and, as kaz and ocelot remind him over and over, it's good for morale. it was easier to know everyone on base back in the days of MSF—smaller, less time needed to travel between platforms and check in on projects. he used to know all their names. he doesn't these days, but they don't hold it against him. the evidence of his clouded memory is jabbed directly into his skull. he makes up for it with action, attention. for most of the soldiers, it's a greeting. for the more eager ones, a brief sparring session. some, though, require a more consistent touch. "how are you finding things?" he asks, coming to stand beside the soldier. his eyes are drawn, as always, to the shining metal of his arm. his curiosity borders on dire—an expensive prosthetic, one that looks just as functional as his own. someone had invested in this man, somewhere along the line. but pasts don't matter here, not once they've signed their souls over. a blank slate. and most of them need it. "been hearing good things about your performance." zimwythere are a thousand secrets in james' head, lost to time, and a thousand more that unfold as if a book turned to a random page. a recollection will lance and break the membrane of memory, and out it will ooze, excised by a scent or a sound or a word or a photo.eluding the seychelles heat isn't so bad, and it helps clear their head. his head.not a weapon anymore.but, really, he was unsure of that. the hand in his pie was yet another militiaman, no matter how friendly they all seemed. and he yet reeks of soviet russia; the world had yet to free itself from the shackles of nuclear war, and animosity raged on. the diamond dogs harbor no allegiances, no borders, no prejudices, yet, he doubted. james glances up, appreciates that despite his closeness, snake doesn't touch the aperture of his trapezius or rest friendly upon his deltoid. the winter soldier was unused to touch without purpose, and sort of loathed it, now. it made them flinch and retract. did they owe him more? a history, of what little they can remember? he clears his throat, gazing down at his rifle. it's splayed over his lap, all the little parts threaded with a pipe cleaner and soft rag. it's innards are carefully balanced across their lap, the bulk of their thighs serving as a table to the mechanical guts. ' the beds here are more comfortable than in russia. ' there is something wryly amused in james' voice, though his affect is very subtle. it slips away, thumb smoothing over a narrow point on the disassembled trigger. entirely safe, like this, nothing more than a paper weight. ' you're american, aren't you? '#livinglie#THREAD.#V. MGS.#god so correct and true#theyre both lefties!!#you know whats funny. venoms arm being soviet made and buckys arm being from stolen american schematics11
zimwyReblogged talessculptedavengerscompoundFollowBucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, & Natasha RomanoffThunderbolts: Doomstrike (2025) #5#i really liked doomstrike even though i think victor is ooc in a lot of that run#the artist was the highlight though. they draw bucky at the size/build he should be and not weirdly huge#SHOW YOU THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY GUN AND MY PISTOL.#dude its been so long since i rbed char stuff i cant remember my fucking tags#TBT.… See all56152
zimwyRebloggedbobrvynoldsFollow@zimwy continued from here --the concrete tastes like stinging alkaline. for a moment, bucky barely registers the body beneath him, tapered beneath the arch of his torso. knees brace bob's hip and flank, natal arm shielding his own skull from impact with the cracked slab. where the prosthetic landed is where the fissure widens into tangled roots of absent space, a monument to the weight and strength of the arm.
bucky feels him stir, hand loose and perched at barnes' side. feather light as it is, the touch spurns him into rousing, blinking out the field of black spots that've cropped up across his vision. he's quick to peel himself off reynolds, smoke and heavy detritus not five inches from his head. it's the kind that would've pulverized some tender part into mashed meat, if he hadn't bodied him over. big. it brings back memories.
steve's hands on the small of his spine, bracing him up a sinking ship. the invaders hadn't been a maritime unit, but the nature of their work took them everywhere--bucky even remembers what a biplane feels like to pilot.
he shakes some rubble out of his hair, taking stock of the visible conflict area. another shelling would come soon enough; they didn't have to take time to pack a mortar anymore--kids and their god damned inventions. bucky doesn't give bob his hand so much as he simply pulls him to his feet, silver fingers glimmering under a midday sun.
' you okay? '
bob shuffles. bucky can practically visualize the bruising that'll form, contact points where his back slammed into the ground, a scuffed elbow prickling red. still, he grits, i'm alright. bucky's grip slackens, retreating to hover instead around the back of one of his arms, coaxing. no matter that he didn't enjoy leading, it was never very difficult to bucky. have to be, dont i?
bucky rescinds touch entirely once he's confident he's employed a proverbial tether, like teaching a puppy to heel.
' you don't. not really. ' his murmur spoke of experience. ' i was a soldier. when you lie, about a problem.. especially on the field.. you become a liability. ' it's honest, but not accusatory. bucky scans the horizon before cueing him on. ' don't treat a wound, it gets infected. don't set a bone, it heals wrong and you can't use it anymore. have too many nightmares, your unit can't get any sleep either. don't become a liability. are you hurt? '
bucky watches a brief flurry of emotion pass through the undercurrent of bob's features, little tiny twitches and spasmodic muscles. the red room taught that was an involuntary sociological phenomenon, that it could be controlled with intensive training. by comparison, his face is a still and unmoving mask beyond attentive carob eyes.
i, uh, i've got a headache.
that training goes out the window, for a moment. bucky snorts, shouldering past him to weave through a comic book store with a busted front. the owner and any customers have long since fled. ' you and me both, pal. 'Bob does a quick sweep of the comic book store-- making sure to watch his step, boots wading through the shattered glass right up front. This would've been so much better if they didn't put him in such stuffy gear; bulletproof vest and all 'just to be safe', incase his Sentry power manages to not flare up.Sometimes Bob thinks OXE personnel treats him like a glass cannon way too often. With how unpredictable his powers seem to be, there's no concrete information on whether it would save his ass every single time he gets into stupid shit-- but the brunette's quite sure he has some degree of control on it, deeming all the armor unnecessary."I should remember to bring some Ibuprofen or s-something during these.." He manages to joke amidst the action, savouring whatever quiet break they've got while hiding behind what's left of the store's checkout counter. Dark eyes do another quick sweep, using a hand to wipe the grime that's set on his forehead. How long have they been out here?"Sarge, we still have to get those civillians out." Bob comments. He feels useful, for once. "There's two.. t-two hostages left, right on that side--" Shaky hands point to the building across, where several armed men guard, people quickly deserting the area. He's aware of the situation enough to know than none of their backup were responding, if he'd heard Bucky's radios correctly.There's a short beat, where Bob seems to listen to something far off, just the slightest hint of gold flashing in his eyes. Two women captive, far enough for it to be on one of the higher floors. His hearing isn't that clear, but the cocks of guns and leather boots scratching on tiles were something he could trust."U-uh, one- one of the higher floors, I think," he continues, gaze flickering towards the soldier, waiting to take his lead. "Would be so useful if I could fly right now. We'd just z-zoom right in. Heh."zimwyit was always something. always--some new calamity come to bulldoze the world, crush it into fine cosmic fibers, or some organized terrorist group with a chip on their shoulder about something or another (disputes over territory, civil rights, species-wars, capital and finances, personal gain). if bob would ask him, bucky would tell him very honestly that he was tired of all this. that he missed when the world felt simpler to him, when the complexities of politics and warfare were afterthoughts to a youthful mind: the bad guys and the good guys were painted by clear colors and even lines.but he knew just as well that reality was never that simplistic or two dimensional. multitudes housed in man of all walks, his endeavors spoke of that enough, and it would've been hypocritical to imagine conflict like theatres of war. if he did not believe in the complexity of a human being, he would've submitted himself to a firing squad years ago. when he glances at bob out of the corner of his thick-lashed eyes, its all he can think about--the trifecta of his selfhood, the narrow point between two halves that accompanied him now. did he trust bob? as much as he could. he trusted his intent. he trusted that bob would trust him. (he had, after all; he was met with no resistance when he'd speared reynolds at the waist line to thrust him out of the path of the falling rubble.) for an agent of espionage, that would be as good as he'd get.he thinks of telling him that the medication would do very little for him, that only the strongest of opiates ever abated his pain, but instead, bucky simply presses on toward the shattered window front, gaze sweeping across the perimeter to ensure there was nothing amiss. when bob addresses him, he listens without turning his head, making note of the three noted armed tangos. nothing he couldn't handle, but...pivoting on his heel, bucky signals instinctually, then realizes bob likely wouldn't know military hand signs or anything he didn't see or hear in a movie. ' well, i've got a rappel. i could probably carry you and scale the exterior, but that'd make you pretty vulnerable, and anyone looking out a window would see. ' a dimple impresses into his cheek, an indication of thought. ' probably not smart enough to shut down their elevators. easy way up, but.. bob. do you know how to use a gun? would you? '#bobrvynolds#THREAD.#V. PRIMARY.#wahhhh!!!!#dont worry ok as you can see i am also slow sjfhjsfhs i don't mind however long it takes for a reply to happen22
zimwycanary blue#i mmmight paint this later?#i'm going to the food pantry tomorrow which will really wear me out#and before bed tonight i have to shower and detangle my stupid ass hair and everything so i dont anticipate working on this more tonight#MINE.#if i fully color it i'll delete this later#anyway bucky in gym clothes bc i wanted to see him in a crop top6
zimwyReblogged moldcursedntriderFolloweveryone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident ntriderevery friend group has that one person who is followed only by a stench of death and sorrow and loss#morning#MUSINGS.2211,90916,993
