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TAGGED BY: @notyourlie my wife

1. BASICS

NAME: bucky / shit lord. PRONOUNS: they/them my dudes. SEXUALITY: it appears i am as gay as they come. ZODIAC SIGN: fucking leo i forgot it for a second there.  TAKEN OR SINGLE: i’m in a relationship with a loser that has taken over my Life. THREE FACTS: 1) i once drank three & a half energy drinks in one day and my mom thought i was gonna die. 2) i used to say i hated dc to make my older brother mad. 3) the moon landing was fake.

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS ? ): six or seven years i think ?? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr and facebook. 
BEST EXPERIENCE: when i met devin. they told me i could live in their basement, so that was cool. i love them.

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: male. my female muses never last. MULTI OR SINGLE: single, multis stress me out.

4.  WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i like literally every kind of thread my dudes. PLOTS OR MEMES: memes bc i’m the worst at plotting. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: depends on if i’m sitting on my couch or laying on it. if i’m lying down, good luck getting a long reply out of me. BEST TIME TO WRITE: ungodly hours of the night. 
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i would be in prison if i was like any of my idiot children.

“Ya do your nine-to-five for a clown wit’ green hair. Nothin’ should feel right to you anymore. I mean, think about it.” Cylus’s own cigarette bobs up and down as he speaks from his seat at the kitchen table, completely uncomfortable with the whole deal. He was here because he didn’t want to find a bomb made of somebody’s teeth sitting on his door step or whatever the hell Joker liked to do. One more dirty cop with another smear of mud on his badge. “We make the asshole say where he’s hidin’ his buddy, buddy gets found, tah-dah, we’re done. Nothin’ to distrust.”

The blueprints were right there spread out across the table. One of the oldest, most secure banks in Gotham and Echo had managed to get her hands on a map to all its hidden treasure. If they followed the blueprints and remained stealthy it would be an easy job with a magnificent pay out. And Rhys didn’t trust it.

“The hell do you mean you don’t trust it?”

          ❝ i don’t TRUST it. ❞ rhys leans against the kitchen counter, bringing a cigarette to his lips. the last thing he wants is a shitty lead, a shitty JOB. he’s never been one to question what is brought to him ( to his boss ), but this --- this is different. ❝ it ain’t my place to say, i know ------ but it don’t feel right. ❞

Lust: a headcanon about your character's romantic and/or sexual life

Greed: a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects

Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general

Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

Gluttony: a headcanon about food or obsessions

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