#broken characters

[urdepressedslut]

All I Know ❝part five❞

☆ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/The Winter Soldier x OC

☆ Summary: Problems arise when Bucky over hears the girl mumble something in her sleep. There's something off about her.

☆ Warnings: angst, fluff, anxiety attack

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

“You're going to kill them because I've taught you to obey, and do nothing but obey.”

Blink

“..I've taught you to obey, and do nothing but obey.”

Blink

“..and do nothing but obey.”

Blink

“...obey.”

Blink

“Do you understand x001?”

Blink

“x001…”

Blink

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Blink

“OBEY”

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Bucky decided that he'd stay awake and gaze out the balcony window, knowing sleep would be hard to come. He feared if he shut his eyes, he'd be sucked into more memories. A part of him craved to know everything of who he used to be, but another wanted nothing of it. He wasn't the man he was from the memories, the ones with the blonde.. Steve.

Getting his memories back wouldn't change the fact that he is only a shell of who he was. There was no getting him back.

Thoughts of Steve realizing that tugged at his heart, his emotions confusing him. He figured Steve was important to him, but it frustrated him that he couldn't fully understand the bond. He was left trying to put together the empty spaces, of which he was tired of.

Shuffling from the girls form near the mattress caught Bucky's attention. Jealous that she accepted sleep so easily, but also fearing what she could possibly be dreaming about.

Focusing on her from his spot near the window, he watched her carefully.

"Soldat?"

A whisper from her lips had Bucky stiffening up, his heart started beating rapidly.

His flesh hand grew clammy, while his vibranium  limb tensed up. He felt frozen to his spot, not daring to move a muscle, in fear he'd trigger her. Her eyes were closed he took note of, but she had whispered so clear, it had his ears tingling while his body erupted with goosebumps. His flesh fingertips were almost completely numb, while his chest tightened, his lungs straining to expand.

His mind flooded with chaos..

Was this the plan to get The Asset back? She was a possible handler.. no. She seems harmless.. no she's dangerous and she could take me down with one touch. Does she know the words? Did I walk myself into HYDRA's trap?

Bucky let out a wheeze, exhaling the trapped air in his lungs. His body slumping forward in exhaustion, he could hear his own blood rushing through his veins, his mind racing. Attempting to take a deep breath to soothe the tightness in his chest, his throat constricted, not allowing any air to pass through. His vision blurred, his flesh hand grabbing at chest in desperation. Flinging his metal arm out, he grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter in a death grip, denting the cheap material in the process. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt weak, letting his body lock in this permanent state of anguish.

Just barely, Bucky felt the tiniest wave of tranquility flow through his mind, easing his grip on the counter. Like a wall had been lifted from his crushed body, his throat cleared. His lungs burning and expanding, finally allowing air in. Leaning back against  the cabinets, Bucky let his limbs hand loosely at his sides, his once bent knees fall. How he was able to snap out of an episode like that? He ignored it, accepting the calm without question. The apartment fell back into a comfortable silence, the sound of his slowing heartbeat, along with an occasional cough.

Cracking open his eyes, he immediately checked Mary, hoping that she was still asleep. He felt embarrassed at a possibility of her watching him unravel. Bucky was never that lucky though.

Curious, concerned eyes were watching him cautiously from afar. Bucky met hers, almost as a silent conversation was being had, he nodded his head to her, letting her know he was okay. He wanted to ask how long she'd been awake, but he rather forget it altogether. Shuffling his body so he faced back towards the window, he let his exhausted eyes gaze out the window, focusing on nothing in particular.

Mary meanwhile couldn't find it in herself to fall back asleep, so she stayed awake, watching Bucky. He confused her, she couldn't quite find the reason of her many suspicions, but something continued to tug at her brain at every glance of Bucky she got.

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Bucky finally moved from his spot from the floor, not moved since last night. Cracking his stiff neck, he glanced to see if Mary had moved from her spot. Although he wasn't surprised to find her in the same position as he last saw her, he was shocked to see her picking at the floor, wide awake like she never slept.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky stood fully and walked over to the fridge, grabbing another water bottle out for her. Shuffling over he squatted, placing the bottle down in front of her, gaining her full attention now.

Mary stared at the bottle, remembering his words from yesterday. He told her she didn't have to obey, she could make her own decisions. But she liked following, she found it comforting when it was him giving the orders.

Bucky saw the hesitation when she glanced up to him, and he should've known it would take more then one talk to get her out of these habits.

"Drink. It's yours." He told her, trying his best to not have it sound like a demand.

With a nod she twists the cap off, and gulps down a heavy amount.

"Not too fast, you're gonna get sick." Bucky warned, the mother instinct briefly showing itself again. He winced and stood back up, heading to the kitchen area.

She immediately slowed down her drinking, despite her feeling incredibly dehydrated.

"Bucky." She called out, voice staying quiet and soft.

Bucky turned to her, waiting for her to continue.

She had set the bottle down, pointing to the balcony, towards the outside. Bucky was waiting for her to want to explore, knowing it was unfair to keep her in here. He wasn't necessarily worried about her going outside, it was everyone else that he didn't trust. A constant possibility of someone from HYDRA spotting her, even him.

“It’s not safe out there.” He told her truthfully, ashamed to have to live in fear.

The girl frowned and glanced to the window again, hating the way she could see the outside from her spot, wishing she could explore.

Bucky felt bad almost immediately, watching her face drop. Surely, if she was from HYDRA, she’d understand why it wasn’t that easy.

“Sorry, people might spot us.” He clarified.

“You go out, yes?” She asked, making a good point. He was hoping she wasn’t going to pry, but after being isolated for as long as she was, he didn’t blame her for pushing.

“Not without difficulty. I’m very careful.”

She nodded her head, taking in his words.

“I can be careful too.” She whispered, her eyes desperate, full of fear that she’d be kept away from the outside forever.

He was giving in slowly, her saddened eyes making his heart ache. He understood her more than anyone could and he wouldn’t be the one to isolate her anymore then she already has been.

“Okay,” He started, Mary perked up, “I’ll take you outside soon, but it’s dangerous out there. You have to stay close to me, and listen to me when we go, okay?”

Mary nodded her head, he didn’t know it, but she would follow him regardless of him asking. She was very loyal, willing to do just about anything for him. He saved her, and she felt she owed him an impossible debt.

[purebloodnana]

I am sure, we all have our favourite characters and after many years, there are a lot of different kinds. And I love all of them, don't get me wrong here. BUT!

Sth I realized over the years: I want them to be broken. Really broken - just fucked up sometimes. I want them to have flaws, real ones.

I don't want an all sunshine kind of character, who is happy all the time and who never has a bad day.

I want them to have issues and even though I love a good character development, sometimes.. I don't want them to solve these problems. Especially in fanfics!

I just love a character who is actually written in character and doesn't change to a total different character with some kind of magic love yada yada yada. You know what I mean, right?

I NEED flaws.. not just cute little characteristics who could.. maybe... with both eyes closed.. be some kind of.. something. You know?

As much as I like many different kinds of characters. There is just something about broken ones. Fucked up and even if there is a ship happening.. love doesn't change them as much.

Of course I want them to be happy in the end. But I want them to be happy and still be the SAME character. So not everything will be lovey dovey.

I don't need a character who suddenly starts to quote poems out of nowwhere and do all kinds of romantic things, when this just does not fit the character! I want a romance who can work out, even though there are these flaws and differences and maybe there are hard topics.

I can fix him < I don't want to fix him

I love all my broken characters. They have my heart ♥

[the-escaped-writer]

George didn’t feel like shouting, instead, he thought about how he’d have to buy new glassware on Sunday after he got paid. He slipped on his slippers with little green pom poms on the tips and started clearing up the bitter remains of his parent’s fight.

They had gone to work early and so now, he was almost forty-three minutes late for school. Instead of getting dressed, he wondered what kind of glasses he would get, cheap ones hopefully, but he had to decide what colour to get or would he get the clear ones like last time? He always did like the ones with little patterns on them, pink flowers or blue polka-dots.

He thought about not buying them, letting the cupboards dwindle so silently until there was nothing but the plastic cups they used for his seventh birthday party. But he was so frightened that they’d start hitting each other if there was nothing else to throw.

take-away boxes

[skunkes]

the restrained sniffer

[tapeworrmart]

Crush my ribs

[justmeandmyships]

The reason I like broken and misunderstood characters is because I'm broken and misunderstood too 😭😭😭

[dovewingkinnie]

an idea for the contestant and his personality!!!! he might have a canon one already but ^-^ just a silly idea you cant see his face but you can just sense the thousand yard stare

[cronchy-baguette]

i've caved yall... the way i am so normal about laezel and shadowheart (stay tuned....)

[heybiji]

[spearxwind]

🌊 OCEAN JOYRIDE ✈

Group picture of almost all of the dragons from Broken Horizon! I tried a bunch of different style things for this it was so fun to draw that it took legit willpower to put it down as done x)

Bonus closeups bc i lovingly drew all of my guys:

[orionshounds]

he cares so much about them, but he has never known how to show it

and now, it’s too late.

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[kittykatninja321]

RH: The Hill was not a Jason story but it was so nothing that it had no effect on his character and can be completely forgotten and disregarded. Robin Lives is not a Jason story but is has the audacity to bring back the classic classist “he’s always going to be doomed” take while making him the final villain. Can someone say real and true about him for once

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

It’s disability pride month, you know what that means, you are now legally obligated to make all of your favorite characters disabled

[itsonlypolite]

How to Sit on a Couch (with the The Long Quiet and his voices)

This was a collab done by the wonderful artists from the StP discord server!

Hero & Smitten were done by @cammieyammie

Cold was done by @match-makee

Paranoid and Cheated (+ additional guidance!) were done by @sonjalikestodraw

Skeptic was done by @passerinearts

Contrarian & Opportunist were done by @glitchh1337

Stubborn was done by @nightmare-wonder

TLQ was done by @icannothink123

and Broken and Hunted were done by me!

Original picture under cut:

[molinaesque]

"What are you?" "Oh, I'm you, sweetie. You just... give it a little time."