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[boundlesswrath]

@brashir​ @espercr​

      “ what the fuck is a  ‘ stern noodle? ’ ”

[wnterslder]

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[ 1 ]: bucky has multiple licenses and passports — not even ones with false names — but his own name , james buchanan barnes , but with different years. one says his birth year is 1917 ( plus one says 1916 just because the smithsonian had mistakenly put the incorrect year ) ... and one that says he was born in 1982 , because he ain't telling everybody and their mama that he's 100+

[ 2 ]: he doesn't think of himself as avenger , he hasn't relinquished the ID card for it , but he keeps it stowed away safely at home.

[ 3 ]: along with his avenger card , he's collected most of his fake identification cards that he can manage to find between the 1950s-2000s. most of the earlier ones have been properly disposed of after his mission was complete tbh , but there's been a few here and there. some of them have little writings along the old documents — bucky can recognize his own handwriting , but he can't remember exactly what the context was.

[ 4 ]: an extra one just because !! when he said ‘i remember all of them‘ he wasn't telling the truth. he remembers a lot of them through his own research and memories coming back in little snippets and flashes. but he doesn't remember all of them. he couldn't have.

[anquenin]

i don't even know what it means anymore. to 'be myself'.

astarion rolls his eyes, as if walking under the wilderness wasn't absolutely dreadful already. he had to endure for the most part whatever his oh so cheery travelling companions had to say. he would die before admitting that he shared the sentiment with hope, being under someone's thumb, you'd so easily loose yourself. astarion doesn't know entirely, where he begins and where what he became ends. he shakes the thought off as easily as it came. stops and turns to actually be facing her. "-it looks like you are in quite the situation, dear." he starts out. "what better way than to start from scratch, surely you have some instincts in there. use them." whether this advice was good or not astarion wouldn't know. he at this point doesn't really care. this whole thing, now that he thinks about it, does lend itself to his advantage. tries to hide the self satisfying smile that seems to want to come over his face. "-you'll find yourself being you in no time." then he tilts his head "and i'll be here to let you know whether you need to fix anything about yourself."

@espercr

[dvarapala]

udyati has decided to either frequent aubain mary's, sarah's spot or hope baxter's bakery today because she fell asleep at 03:30 in the morning - which means she needs something to keep her going like coffee or food - and is not having a good time.

[ursianima]

@espercr ASKED: ❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

     it was early - too early for sweets, in his opinion.

     still, barrett's head bobs upward when hope's shoes come into view. he was on one knee, preparing to lift a box up & into the back of the van before he was stopped by her EAGER tone & colorful treat.

     “ why ? what's WRONG with it ? ”

     barrett was always a little guarded - a little cautious around things he had no reason to be. even as he spoke, he realized how DUMB it sounded to be so suspicious of a pastry that hope, of all people, was offering him.

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[stardustghost]

maybe for one of her regenerations, she should have chosen to be taller. to try it out. it's an odd thought, a rare comparison to the women she'd been - those she had buried in order to survive, and survive, and survive. yet this body was built to be quick, not to be nice, to build walls instead of bridges. yet ancient eyes don't match the youth of her features as weight shifts from one foot, glancing from door to stranger, to the little alien creature she'd come to get that mewls and hides beneath table.

" it's just a baby. it won't hurt you. " reassurance comes as blankly as she can make it, dark haired woman not moving from where she leans against wall. @espercr doesn't feel like a threat, so she doesn't approach this as if human will do harm to tiny being. " he didn't mean to break in. they're attracted to sweet things, he must be hungry. "

starter call.

[ob4yme]

he's stinky

how's my portrayal?

yeah, you've got him there.

[arysoakheart]

@espercr

" would you mind telling your bird to back off? i'm not going to hurt you — either of you. "

[dctrreids]

chess intimidates the baker .

this is ok - they can have coffee and hyperfocus on halloween~

[consumare]

hope vc: *chuckles* i'm in danger.

at least she'd turn him in for murder, that's the good part... right...

[errantsouls]

“ Hey, do you need some help? ” ( for sam ? :3 ) — mixed bag starters ( accepting ) / @espercr

" Hey —— yeah, actually. " He only looks kind of awkward at this little table that was probably not made with someone well over six feet in mind. " Are you from around here? Not —— being creepy, promise. " A short exhale of a self-aware laugh, and he spins the laptop so she can see the screen. " I was just wondering if you knew anything about this. "

[eatenlives]

he should not have been the one sent to do this. anyone - anyone else - would have been better off on the mission agent crawford had essentially forced into his hands. jack must have forgotten will graham was exceedingly bad with people. and looking them in the eyes. and generally being around them for too long, afraid that he might absorb something he wouldn't be able to get rid of. still, saying no to jack crawford was like barking complaints at a brick wall, and so will stepped into the bakery, looking out of place ( much like he did everywhere in the world ), and stepped up to the counter, eyes not on the woman's own, but just to the right, on her shoulder. 'hope baxter?' will questions in a flat tone, brows pinching and unpinching as he holds up his temporary badge. 'i'm will graham, i work for the fbi,' technically. 'do you have a minute to talk?' @espercr.

[wnterslder]

it's one of those rare moments where they're both relaxed - as relaxed as these two get, anyway. her fingers pass absentmindedly through his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp with every pass of the repetitive soothing motion. (i had to)

these sort of days are too far between — thus, he is enjoying every single moment spent here as he can get. his eyes had fluttered closed at this point, with his head rested on her lap. the shapes bucky had been drawing upon just above her knee had ceased, though, every time he seems to wake up, he resumes the motion of tracing invisible circles lightly with the pads of his fingers.

[ripmaxine-archive]

closed starter for @espercr .

' ..... --- what is that smell ? ' despite the general air of disinterest max tends to exude , there's something that just came out of the oven that's reminding her stomach that she hasn't eaten all day . her interest bleeds through to her words & the vaguely hopeful expression that dances across freckled features .

[shieldretired]

@espercr liked for a starter (still accepting)

                            STEVE IS FED UP WITH HIS FRIENDS MAKING FUN OF HIS BLAND-TASTING FOOD, so he signs up for a cooking class at the Byrdene Bakeshop & Cafe (he visits it to buy a snack, and the sign is there, and he impulsively says fuck you and puts his name down). He thinks he misinterpreted the class, though: everyone showed up as a couple (or with a friend), and Steve feels like an idiot for standing here alone, while the instructor, Miss Baxter, is walking to the front of the class to start teaching. Maybe he should ask Bucky the next time? Only Bucky can cook and would just make fun of Steve trying to separate an egg or something.

[seengalaxies]

@espercr

" what's a gal like you doin' in a place like this? " it sounds like a line, but he only becomes aware of it the moment after the words have left his mouth. he doesn't mean it that way, he's genuinely curious. based on the look of her, she doesn't belong here in the brig.