𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫.

        𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃  𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴  𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂  /  𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽  𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰  𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻  𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲  𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽  𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂.  𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂  𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈  (18+),  𝙻𝙾𝚆  𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈 / 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆  𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝚈!   --   𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝚈  𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙴:  𝚂𝙷𝙴/𝙷𝙴𝚁,  𝟸𝟻+,  𝙶𝙼𝚃.

      * 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓!  --  due  to  the  direction  that  the  marvel  cinematic  universe  has  taken  captain  america,  my  portrayal  is  canon  divergent  and  tweaked  in  a  lot  of  ways  to  include comic  influences  and  headcanons.  please  keep  this  in  mind  when  interacting. ​

      * 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶  𝚁𝚄𝙽𝚂  𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈  𝙾𝙽  𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚄𝙴𝙳  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.  𝙸𝙵  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙸𝙽  𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝙾𝙲,  𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴  𝚃𝙾  𝙼𝚈  𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇  𝙾𝚁  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳  𝙼𝙴  𝙰𝙽  𝙸𝙼 !

@loialte ;; sentence starters (still accepting) Steve said "I’m not crazy , right? There’s something going on here." insert spiderman meme here

STEVE IS OUTSIDE IN THE BACKYARD throwing snowballs for Cookie when the Christmas lights of his neighbors and the street lamps start to flicker sickeningly before going out completely. The whole neighborhood is dark, the moon reflecting on the snow the only thing offering some light, which is why Steve (although belatedly) notices a dark figure a couple of meters away, close to the dwarf pine tree he still needs to decorate for Christmas. His fist tightens around the snowball; it's a poor choice of weapon, but it might be enough of a distraction to run into the house and grab something better. He's about to yell for the person to identify themself when Cookie lets out a resounding bark and jumps through the snow and over to the stranger. "Shit," Steve curses, hurrying down the stairs of the back porch. The enormous dog is a chickenshit most of the time, why on earth does he think now is a good time to greet a possible threat?

Cookie reaches the stranger before Steve has a chance to grab him. He hears some indistinct words and a male voice, then the dog woofs again. "Cookie, come back!" Steve orders. There are maybe two meters between him and the other man when the lights flicker back on and the porch lamp illuminates the backyard. Steve nearly drops his snowball. Because that guy that suddenly appeared in his garden? Looks like him. The hair isn't dyed brunette, but the rest----fuck, even the dog seems to think so, because he sniffs at the guy's pants and pokes at his hands for some pets. At least his doppelganger seems just as flabbergasted as Steve. "I’m not crazy, right? There’s something going on here," he says now and Steve can see why he would think some screws got loose in his head. He feels like he's going bananas, too. What the hell? "Are you--" He stops short before he can say me. "Who are you? Are you a----Skrull? And how did you turn up here?"

        𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙒𝙀𝙉𝙏  𝙒𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂.  𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏  𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝘾𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙍  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏  𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏  𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙉  𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀  𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎  𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀  𝙄𝙉  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆  𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀  𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏  𝙃𝙀’𝘿  𝙅𝙐𝙈𝙋𝙀𝘿  𝙏𝙊.  he  took  a   moment  to  process  his  surroundings before  his  eyes  landed  on  a  figure  in  the  snow  but  that  became  a  secondary  threat  to  the  sound  of  a  dog  barking  and  bounding  toward  him.  steve   stiffened  as  the  dog  made  its  way  through  the  snow  toward  him,  though  when  it  was  clear  that  the  dog  was  greeting  him  and  not  ATTACKING  him  he  breathed  a  little  easier.  still  there  was  the  figure,  who  was  hurrying  after  the  dog  and  the  soldier’s  brows  came  together  in  a  frown  as  the  lights  flickered  on  around  them.  hand  pats  at  the  dog’s  head  absently  as  he  stares  at  himself,  though  not  mirrored  as  he  is  used  to  but  as  others  had  seen  him  all  of  his  life.  blue  eyes  blink,  mouth  open  slightly  before  he  glances  around  for  any  other  person  in  the  vicinity.

                                                                    “ 𝘐’𝘔  𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌-  𝘐’𝘔  𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌,  𝘕𝘖𝘞. ”

        𝘏𝘌’𝘋  𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘋  𝘛𝘖  𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋  𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕  𝘏𝘌  𝘏𝘈𝘋  𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘛  𝘐𝘕  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘒  𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘌  𝘏𝘌’𝘋  𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘋,  𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏  𝘏𝘌  𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘕’𝘛  𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌  𝘛𝘖  𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗  𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒  𝘖𝘍  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘋𝘈𝘠𝘚  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘠.  he’d  been  chained,  beaten,  drowned,  burned,  cut,  and  drugged,  from  the  moment  he’d  found  himself  captive.  he  was  pretty  sure  that  his  fingers  were  setting  in  the  state  that  they  had  been  broken  in  thanks  to  the  serum  running  through  his  veins.  his  ribs  were  broken  in  at  least  two  places,  there  was  dried  blood  irritating  his  face  and  in  his  hair,  and  his  left  eye  was  swollen  to  the  point  where  he  couldn’t  see  out  of  it.  he’d  clenched  his  jaw  through  every  moment,  not  giving  up  the  information  that  they  wanted  --  though  they  seemed  enthusiastic  enough  that  he  assumed  they  were  ready  to  work  him  over  until  there  wasn’t  anything  to  work  over  anymore.

        his  head  had  lolled  forward,  drooping  with  his  chin  to  his  chest  while  sat  upright  in  a  cold  metal  chair  that  he’d  been  chained  to  --  he  was  being  drugged  intravenously  and  whatever  it  was  that  they  were  using  was  keeping  the  super-soldier  serum  from  allowing  him  his  full  strength.  his  head  fogged  with  the  drug,  but  his  body  was  healing  still  so  it  wasn’t  a  permanent  change.  his  breathing  was  an  exhausted  huff  but  unconsciousness  brought  with  it  a  respite  from  the  pain  and  the  next  round  of  activity  that  his  captors  had  thought  up.

        he  jerked  awake  at  the  sound  of  the  heavy  door  opening,  hissing  out  a  breath  as  he  jostled  himself  and  his  ribs  yelled  at  him  in  protest  as  well  as  his  bruised  stomach  and  he  was  pretty  sure  he’d  opened  up  the  gashes  on  his  chest,  though  his  chest  was  enough  of  a  mess  that  he  couldn’t  tell.  his  non-swollen  eye  focused  slowly  on  the  form  entering  the  room,  fuzzy  vision  clearing  as  they  came  close  and  as  he  said  the  god;s  name  the  sound  left  the  soldier  that  was  somewhere  between  relief  and  pain.  through  the  ringing  in  his  ears,  thor’s  voice  was  like  a  balm  and  blue  eyes  blink  slowly  and  refocus  on  the  god’s  face.  “ 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘙-- ”

                                                  ---------------- “ 𝘐’𝘔  𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌-  𝘐’𝘔  𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌,  𝘕𝘖𝘞. ”

tove-thorsdottir​:

@thunderbringer & @loialte​

                    Urgh, father sees right through her little tactic. Tove scowls down at her sketchpad because she thinks he, of all people, should know how terrible bedtime is if he truly tried to avoid it as well when he was a boy. She grumpily lifts her head when he touches her chin, eyes darting over to papa at the sound of a book being closed, but he, too, fails to help her out. Darn it. Tove sits up and crosses her legs (because she doesn’t intend to go to bed anytime soon but at least attempts to show good will by moving an inch). “You promise?” Tove asks, waving the sketchpad with the ugly hands. Honestly, don’t they have anything else to do or focus on? Some boring political matters, for example. A rebellion! Anybody else but her. Her friend Throas laments his parents’ missing attention sometimes with his sister being the pride of the family and the new baby growing in his mother’s belly, but Tove would switch positions in a heartbeat because she is pretty certain nobody sends Throas to bed at 8 PM every day. —-oh. Isn’t that a fantastic question? “Throas’ mother is nearly round as a ball; I saw her today. Maybe she is getting twins!” She adds a tiny pause, then furrows her brows. “Am I ever going to get a brother or sister?”

thor   invented   the   diversionary   tactics   to   avoid   bedtime   and   sometimes   it   is   a   little   too   uncanny   just   how   alike   she   is   to   him   when   he   was   a   boy   .   a   little   nostalgic   ,   since   it   reminds   him   of   his   own   mother   and   the   trials   she   used   to   have   to   endure   with   loki   and   himself   .   at   least   he   doesn’t   have   to   deal   with   the   little   one   having   a   sibling   but   if   she   were   to   have   her   way   then   perhaps   she   would   .   thor   glances   over   his   shoulder   as   steve   finally   speaks   and   back   to   the   little   blonde   mastermind   that   reminds   him   too   much   of   himself   ,   at   times   .      quickly   ,   comes   the   counteract   on   tove’s   part   with   questions   about   her   friend   and   the   question   thor   never   thought   he’d   hear   .   it   wasn’t   one   that   had   ever   crossed   his   mind   ,   the   reason   being   he’d   never   longed   for   a   sibling   since   he   had   one   his   entire   life   .   does   she   truly   want   one   or   is   this   just   another   tactic   ??      ❝      a   sibling   would   mean   that   not   all   of   our   attention   would   be   on   you   ,   princess   ,   but   the   answer   is   not   tonight   or   tomorrow   and   it   is   a   discussion   for   another   time   .   come   with   you   now   ,      ❞   thor   says   and   stands   to   his   feet   to   hold   his   hand   out   for   her   to   take   .   ❝      your   papa   is   all   yours   tomorrow   to   show   you   how   to   draw   hands   .   that   is   the   best   we   can   do   for   now   .   ❞

/   @loialte​  &&   @tove-thorsdottir​ /  

                    Bucky hisses through his teeth when Steve’s hand connects with his ass. “Jesus, doll, play fair,” he complains, “you did a number on me yesterday.” Which doesn’t mean they can’t have some fun with their mouths now or something. He props himself up on his elbow to give Steve’s pecs his undivided attention, but Alpine seems to have other plans: She gets up from the pillow and stalks over to stand on Steve’s chest, headbutting Bucky’s chin to get attention all while purring like a Porsche. Bucky sighs. “Seems like the lady of the house wants breakfast,” he says, scratching the cat behind the ear. “Okay, then. What are you up to today? I’m gonna head down to Red Hook first thing. Cheng said they got problems with one of Pierce’s minions last week. I’ll check what the fuss is about. Then I’ll meet up with Nat to talk about the weekend’s business at the R.”

                    The R is their abbreviation for The Red Room; it’s a shortcut that enables them to talk business in public or around Bucky’s family without others knowing that they speak about a high-end brothel. Winifred Barnes would probably get a heart attack if she knew her son was aware of an establishment like that. “Then I’ll go to the restaurant to help with the lunch crowd. You coming over for lunch too?” Besides lazy morning briefings about business, that might be his favorite part of a day: cooking something special for Steve and then sharing a quiet lunch or dinner amidst the hustle and bustle of a restaurant kitchen.

        𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘊𝘈𝘛  𝘒𝘌𝘗𝘛  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔  𝘖𝘕  𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘋𝘜𝘓𝘌  𝘐𝘕  𝘈  𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘖𝘍  𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚.  being  the  lady  of  the  house  meant  that  the  two  fellas  that  she  took  up  residence  with  were  answerable  to  her,  so  much  so  that  they  were  seemingly  on  HER  schedule.  steve  chuckled  when  she  positioned  herself  between  them  on  his  chest  —  little  paws  padding  and  kneading  after  her  silent  head  butted  demand  to  be  fed.  steve  never  minded  when  alpine  inserted  herself  into  a  situation,  it  was  more  amusing  than  it  was  annoying,  and  he  could  hear  her  little  motor  going  to  boot.  she  had  them  suckered.  “ 𝘠𝘖𝘜’𝘙𝘌  𝘖𝘕𝘌  𝘋𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘋𝘈𝘔𝘌,  𝘠𝘖𝘜  𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛? ”  he  asks,  lifting  a  hand  to  pet  her  back  with  little  scratches  that  got  a  chirp  from  her  in  response.