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Ominous mists || POV Bucky Barnes
Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn’t sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.
Warnings: None at this point.
Words: 548
Authors: Beast
A/N: I’ve decided to create my first Bucky’s POV story, hope y'all enjoy it.
“Who do you think you are?” Asks the voice deep inside his head.
I don’t know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they’re glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.
The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn’t mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.
He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.
Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.
“You’re nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed,” voice is getting louder and louder with every second.
SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You’re not real.
This time, however, the voice doesn’t seem to disappear. “Murderer. You’ve killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?
He gets up from the ground and hits the tree’s trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn’t pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.
But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You’re nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don’t ya worry, they’re coming for ya.”
He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He’s afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter’s trap. Are THEY really coming after him???
“Are you okay, sir?” An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. “Do you need help?”
He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.
“MURDERER.” The voice keeps humming. “MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!”
He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn’t care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn’t know anymore if he’s a human being whether a machine without emotions.
But there’s a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn’t recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.
“… till the end of the line…”
At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way…
Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.
MY NAME IS BUCKY BARNES!!!
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Please keep Sprigatito's paws on the floor <3
Anyway this is the first comic I've really tried to make! I've had ideas before, just never did anything with em. I want to try making more, I just need to figure out formatting and ideas and all that.
Feel free to comment some constructive criticism :)
Breakfast and Brunch - Sourdough Pancakes Every bit as simple to make as regular pancakes, tangy sourdough griddle cakes are even better!
Waffle - Sourdough Waffles These sourdough starter-made, barely sweetened waffles made a delectable breakfast. They were crisp on the outside and tangy and tender on the inside.
Healthier Amish Friendship Bread Starter - Bread A healthier version of this traditional yeasted and fermented starter for sweet bread is made with low-fat milk and white whole wheat flour. Give some starter to friends because the recipe makes a lot of it.
𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎.
hubo ignorado clase previa a horario de actividad. dejó suéter de uniforme y resto de equipo posando en tronco de un árbol cerca. tenía la mente en cero ( casi ) listo para practicar. inhaló y exhaló con pesadez hasta sentirse más liviano. preparó el recurvado centrándose en un blanco. sólo escuchaba el barullo a lo lejos. centra la vista aún más. instante donde único sonido es leve respirar quiere soltar la flecha pero hueco de gente ( o persona ) llegando es detonante a mal ángulo, quedando tiro en tres. bufa exhausto; masajea lagrimal, frota cuenca derecha hasta arrastrarla lo que puede yendo hacia diana, incluso avergonzado.
Nos complace anunciar la llegada de su alteza real Ian, Duque de Estados Unidos. Nuestro personal se encargará de t-ransportar su equipaje a su habitación y de asegurarse que la estancia esté a su altura.
¡Felicidades, Darling! A partir de este momento, cuentas con 24 horas para enviarnos tu cuenta.
Seguir leyendo
🇮🇹 Con la pasta fillo si possono preparare tanti manicaretti. In questo caso io ho preparato dei coni farciti con tonno affumicato, avocado e scalogno. Sono croccanti e leggeri!😋😋 Provateli anche voi! Ecco la ricetta!👇😉
🇬🇧 You can prepare many kind of dishes with the phyllo pastry. For example I've created some beautiful cones stuffed with smoked tuna, avocado and shallot. They are crunchy and delicious! Why don't you cook them too?😉 Here you are my recipe 👇
🇮🇹 Buongiorno!😘 Ecco un delizioso sformato di patate con salsa al salmone e porro croccante da servire come antipasto di un menù a base di pesce.😋 Che ne pensate? Avete già l'acquolina in bocca?😉 Vi lascio la ricetta👇
🇬🇧 Good morning!😘 Here you are a delicious potatoes flan with smoked salmon sauce and crispy leek to serve as a starte during a seafood meal. 😋 What do you think about it? Do you already have your mouth watering? 😉 I share my recipe with you👇
🇮🇹 Buon pomeriggio a tutti voi!😊 Oggi ho gustato un delizioso antipasto estivo a base di cozze.🤩😋 Per l'esattezza ho preparato delle cozze ripiene accompagnate da una crema di pomodoro confit. Anche a voi piacciono questi mitili? Se si, come li preparate? Se siete interessati, potete leggere la ricetta sul mio sito.
🇬🇧 Good afternoon everyone!😊 Today I've aten this delicious summer mussel starter. I've prepared stuffed mussels served with a confit tomatoes cream. Do you like mussels too? How do you prepare them? If you want you can read the recipe on my website.
🇮🇹Il "pitaggiu" é un tipico piatto siciliano a base di fave, piselli e carciofi. Lo potete servire come contorno o antipasto. Preparate questa delizia e fate il pieno di vitamine e minerali!❤😉
🇬🇧 "Pitaggiu" is a typical Sicilian dish. You can prepare it with peas, artichokes and broad beans! It's a delicious and vegetarian starter.😋 Prepare it because it is a real goodness!❤😉
🇮🇹Buon pomeriggio miei cari! 😘 Vi piacciono le zucchine? Secondo me sono alcuni tra i migliori ortaggi della stagione ☺️ Una delle loro qualità che adoro è la versatilità! Le potete cucinare da sole o in abbinamento ad altri ingredienti, otterrete comunque una pietanza squisita! Pochi sono gli ingredienti che ho utilizzato per creare questo flan: zucchine appunto, gorgonzola, basilico e noci. Un mix semplice, ma esposivo!😍😋 Provate la mia ricetta e mi darete ragione 😉
🇬🇧 Good afternoon my dears! 😘 Do you like zucchini? In my opinion they are some of the best vegetables of summer! ☺️ One of their qualities that I love is their versatility! You can cook them alone or with other ingredients, you will still create an exquisite dish! I’ve used few ingredients to prepare this flan: zucchini, gorgonzola, basil and walnuts. It’s a simple mix, but explosive! 😍😋 Try my recipe and you will agree with me 😉
Melanzane baby ripiene su purea di pomodoro ciliegino confit e cialda di caciocavallo 🇮🇹 http://www.denisefoodesigner.com/2018/07/10/melanzane-baby-su-purea-di-pomodorini-confit-e-cialda-di-caciocavallo/ Baby aubergines on cherry tomatoes confit purée and caciocavallo tuille 🇬🇧 http://www.denisefoodesigner.com/en/2018/07/10/baby-aubergines-on-cherry-tomatoes-confit-puree-and-caciocavallo-tuille/
TARTINE DI SEMOLA DI GRANO DURO CON CREMA DI BURRATA E PESCE SPADA AFFUMICATO🇮🇹 RE-MILLED DURUM WHEAT SEMOLINA TARTS WITH BURRATA CREAM AND SMOKED SWORDFISH 🇬🇧 http://www.denisefoodesigner.com/en/2018/07/09/re-milled-durum-wheat-semolina-tarts-with-burrata-cream-and-smoked-swordfish/
Antipasto primaverile a base di piselli e fave. Spring starter with peas and broad beans
“That’s Miss March Hare Alice!
At least I assume it’s Alice correct?“
"Hi, I'm The March Hare!"
Hєℓℓσ, Mя. Mαяcн Hαяє, нσω αяє уσυ?
My first draft of a starter Pokemon's final evolution: Platytreme (Water/Poison)
𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟
——— ⁂ ❝ CYP2D6 inhibitors. ❞ Quinn added, getting a nod from their Biochem professor. She zoned out from the open discussion then, her eyes wandering past the faces of her classmates until they landed on who had come to mind. She began running through a checklist and felt a familiar tug of concern. Not as many as a few days ago but still more than last week.
The dismissal of the class almost passed her by, forcing Quinn to pack her materials up in a rush to join the rest. With quick footwork she made up the distance. When at the front of the pack and alongside Courtney– otherwise affectionately known as Coco –she bumped shoulders with him. ❝ Well that’s 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. What a snoozefest. ❞
𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘
——— ⁂ ❝ I know I shouldn't say this but did Greer really have to pick this year of all of them? It's just like her to disappear right when our professors are deciding what advanced classes we get to take. Freshman would've been so much more convenient... ❞ Quinn vented, clasping her glass of non-alcoholic rosé. She wouldn't say something so alarmingly coldhearted to anyone but Sloane— unless pushed. The pair had spent countless hours over the years privately shit talking their shared relative. It wasn't like The Golden Girl didn't deserve it. She had a part in making each of their lifes hell at times. Just as Quinn was about to talk, a waiter came over with menus. They said their thanks and she continued.
❝ Here I am going on about myself again. You don't care. How's film club going? ❞
𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟
——— ⁂ ❝ Ça fait longtemps dis donc, enfant sauvage. ❞ Quinn attempted the little French that Thea had been able to teach her during their time together over summer. Her accent was terrible; a Manhattanite overaccentuating the vowels, clearly having repeatedly listened to the Google Translate bot voice. She had been to France so many times with her family. You would think someone as intelligent as Quinn would have picked it up but alas, world languages were her downfall. The Morrison came from behind and sided up beside her friend and fellow tridelt.
❝ Horse riding truly is all style over substance, don't you think? ❞
𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘
——— ⁂ There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.
❝ Are you getting something from the stand or are you just here to be a nuisance ? ❞
WHO ? naji & open. WHERE ? right in front of the (insanely long) bathroom line. WHAT ? event 01 — house party.
he's leaning heavy against the sink , fingers gripping the cool edge as naji finds himself in the mirror . one of the lights above it is flickering — bulb's gone out ? — and it's terribly eerie how his face is cast in a sickly yellow glow that is doing nothing to flatter him. not that he's doing himself any favors , anyway : he's half - convinced that the cherry four loko from earlier wasn't as good for him as the others had insisted it'd be. yeah , he's looking at his reflection again , fingers brushing against his temple as he wonders how long it'll take to shake himself back into sobriety. naji closes his eyes , breathes in , out , in again , out again , and — bang , bang , bang ! fuck. his jaw tenses as he listens, eyes narrowing, hoping they’ll give up. no such luck , because barely thirty seconds follow those aggressive knocks before another set makes the door shake. he can hear someone complaining on the other side , and even drunk , naji finds the irritation to roll his eyes. lord , are there no other bathrooms in major's home ? he's not thinking when he flings the door open , drunk words spilling out before he can rein them in. " the fuck is your problem ? you can’t wait one damn minute ? "
hi hello here's a little tag drop !
This new world was something else. It was full of so many people, so much colour and noise. The thought of exploring all it had to offer may have once intrigued Didyme, but that was BEFORE her dear brother had placed a dagger in her heart and left her to rot under buildings for millennia. Waking up, the betrayal felt as the day prior, and now everything else was simply overwhelming her senses. She couldn't quite place how long it had been, but long enough that almost everything about the world had changed. When she began asking after her brother, a man had asked her if she'd tried looking him up on something called "Face Book". It was like they were speaking in tongues.
As day begins to break, the ancient vampire decides to bunker down. While she wants to think it was grave robbers who took her daylight ring she fears the more likely explanation - that it was Aro. Another betrayal, though it paled in comparison to his sororicide. Breaking the lock on a place that looked abandoned, a gasp escapes her as she realises she's not alone. Though as quickly as she'd startled, a thought begins to form. She hadn't seen any other vampires since waking, so she hopes if this stranger is another of her kind maybe they might know where Aro is.
"Forgive me, I did not realise this place was occupied." Her voice delicate, graceful. Whether it were another vampire, or simply human prey, her tone intended to make them let their guard down.
open to: anyone possible connections: another vampire or supernatural creature, a human hiding in the abandoned house
“I brought you something to eat.” They needed to be somewhat alive if they were to be valuable to her father’s experiment. The hybrid takes a steps back from the cage, large eyes cautiously surveying the captive.
context: serena’s father, joham, is a vampire scientist set on making more hybrids but also on how to further “improve” the vampire species. he will periodically conduct experiments on humans, other supernatural creatures or other vampires to test these hypothesis.
open to: anyone
This new world was something else. It was full of so many people, so much colour and noise. The thought of exploring all it had to offer may have once intrigued Didyme, but that was BEFORE her dear brother had placed a dagger in her heart and left her to rot under buildings for millennia. Waking up, the betrayal felt as the day prior, and now everything else was simply overwhelming her senses. She couldn't quite place how long it had been, but long enough that almost everything about the world had changed. When she began asking after her brother, a man had asked her if she'd tried looking him up on something called "Face Book". It was like they were speaking in tongues.
As day begins to break, the ancient vampire decides to bunker down. While she wants to think it was grave robbers who took her daylight ring she fears the more likely explanation - that it was Aro. Another betrayal, though it paled in comparison to his sororicide. Breaking the lock on a place that looked abandoned, a gasp escapes her as she realises she's not alone. Though as quickly as she'd startled, a thought begins to form. She hadn't seen any other vampires since waking, so she hopes if this stranger is another of her kind maybe they might know where Aro is.
"Forgive me, I did not realise this place was occupied." Her voice delicate, graceful. Whether it were another vampire, or simply human prey, her tone intended to make them let their guard down.
open to: anyone possible connections: another vampire or supernatural creature, a human hiding in the abandoned house
Closed Starter for @sire-crownguard ♡
This . . . Was not the situation Taliyah had imagined she'd get herself in .
It had all started so innocent ! It's really hard for her to believe that saving one clumsy kid from falling onto the hard ground would get her cuffed , yet here we are . A mage , clothes bright enough for everyone to know she was a foreigner , being grabbed at and shoved down the dull-looking streets of Demacia . Taliyah doesn't understand what she did to deserve such treatment ! Maybe the Noxians on the ship were right . . . Maybe she should've avoided Demacia at all costs .
The young woman thought deeply , her chocolate eyes glancing towards the parting crowd . Looks of fear and hatred was all Taliyah saw . Fear , hatred , and . . . Sadness . Now THAT was a huge red flag . " What are you doing - ? ! What'd I even do ? ! You - You can't be serious ! " " Silence , woman , " was the only response she had gotten from the questions . Well , that and a dirty glare .
The guards around her came to a halt , Taliyah tearing her attention to whatever had stopped the now saluting guards . Or . . . Whoever . A tall , masculine man stood there infront of the three . Maybe even Taliyah's savior ! A glimmer of hope filled her mind . Maybe . . . Maybe HE would understand how ridiculous this is ? Whoever this man was , he had power . That must mean he's reasonable and smart ! Right ?
