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His  body  was  no  stranger  to  injury⠀  ————⠀  the  war  against  the  axis  and  the  experimentation  he  endured  through  HYDRA  showed  clearly  across  his  barely  aged  skin.  ⠀  ⠀  As  the  winter  soldier?  ⠀  There  was  a  reason  government  agents  and  citizens  were  afraid  of  the  mere  whisper  of  the  title.  ⠀  ⠀The  soldier  carried  out  assassinations  unscathed  majority  of  the  time;  ⠀  though  the  occasional  bullet  scraped  whatever  exposed  skin  from  time  to  time,  nobody  could  take  down  the  syndicate’s  lethal  weapon,  nor  could  they  outrun  him.  ⠀  ⠀They  tried.  ⠀  ⠀Hell,  they  did  try.  ⠀  ⠀Very  few  lived  to  tell  their  tale  of  facing  the  ghost  story  themselves.

He’s  no  longer  “  winter  soldat  ”;  ⠀ he  forgets  that  sometimes.⠀  ⠀Half  expecting  to  wake  up  and  find  himself  strapped  down,  the  hiss  of  electricity  voltage  close  to  his  templates  and  his  commander  repeating  a  string  of  words⠀  ————⠀  they  hold  no  power  over  him  anymore…⠀  it  doesn’t  stop  the  dread  spiking  through  him,  or  his  heart  from  pounding  against  his  chest.  ⠀  Bucky  doesn’t  think  he’ll  ever  find  a  moment  of  reprieve  for  as  long  as  he  lives  the  rest  of  his  days.  ⠀  ⠀A  consolation  to  all  this  was  that  it  had  lead  him  back  to  Steve.  ⠀  ⠀Steve  who  then  helped  him  find  the  familiar  face  of  his  sister.  ⠀  ⠀The  first  time  he’s  woken  up  and  felt  a  sense  of  “  home.  ”

CAYENNE.

Everyone says that you're so bright, so loud, so much and maybe you are or maybe you're covering up that gaping wound in your chest with fireworks. Or maybe you really are so bright so warm so hot but sometimes you wonder if anything will ever be enough to soothe that aching burning cold fire in your chest. You don't know what it is, can't ever let yourself close enough to that pyre to know if it's anger or fear or loneliness or grief but it's there and if you're good enough, funny enough, bold enough, maybe you can hide it from everyone else.

Maybe there's enough of you and enough of the world that you can outrun it forever, your own fire bright enough to put that wound to shame. Bright enough to prove to everyone, anyone, yourself, your mother, your father, your friends, your classmates, the world, that you're enough. You're enough. You're enough.

reveal the greek god within your psyche

You are Aphrodite. 🕊 You are magnetism made flesh — beauty not only in form, but in presence, in voice, in the way the atmosphere shifts when you arrive. You see beauty everywhere and awaken it in others effortlessly. Where you step, dullness softens, color returns, and people remember themselves as something worthy of admiration.

Your heart is visible, unhidden, radiant. You love boldly, connect quickly, and move through the world with emotional clarity — what you feel, you show. You nurture through attention, affection, and transformation. A word from you can heal a wound… or create one.

You delight in closeness, in chemistry, in the electric dance between souls. You uplift, adorn, and inspire. You are the one who offers the glow-up, the confidence, the reminder that desire itself is sacred.

But devotion is not weakness. Your pride is regal, your standards sharp. Betrayal is remembered. Disrespect is answered. When crossed, your sweetness turns venomous — not chaotic, but precise. Love and wrath flow from the same source: you value deeply, therefore you react deeply.

You are both comfort and temptation, harmony and disruption. Attention does not find you by accident — it answers your call.

Your shadow: Attachment can become possessive, admiration can become hunger.

Your power: Emotional honesty, irresistible presence, and the ability to awaken beauty in everything you touch.

what does your love taste like ?

cinnamon. every time your lover’s lips meet yours, the warm taste of cinnamon lingers on their mouth. your love is engulfing, comforting, it’s like being wrapped in a thick blanket on a cold morning. it’s that comfort tv show people never get tired of rewatching. it’s that cozy feeling of cuddling in october, with a steaming mug in your hand and the weight of your lover’s head on your shoulder. you’re a passionate, caring lover. you love with an open heart and you are not scared of doing it. why should love scare you? it’s the best feeling in the world. you crave being loved, you love love. you actually feel like you have too much love to give. did you wait a lot? was it hard to find the right person you could pour your heart out to? did you find that fairytale love you were fantasizing about? i hope you did, child of mine, because your heart is pure and your love is as soft as cinnamon rolls. it’s made of soft touches, like caressing their arms when you’re passing by and brushing their hair aside. or even gently scratching their back to help them fall asleep. it's made of whispers and declarations of love. don’t get me wrong, there’s still a burning flame in you. you are passionate, you are lustful. probably you do not like fighting, though. you are not confrontational, are you? it’s too good to be true, what if everything collapses? and stop questioning yourself. they truly do love you back.

patron saint of heartbreak

sonny lay gasping for air. one minute she, will, and another hunter were slicing heads off of vampires one by one. the next, there was deep stab to her abdomen. too stunned to feel the pierce. only for will to slice her attacker before the monster could rip out the dagger as she stood still for a moment. hand right where the dagger remained in. blood dripping as she then collapsed. will quick to catch her as they were both now on the bloodied ground. bodies and heads all around them. the other hunter with them also in a panic as he called out, "i'll get the truck!" in quick speed, he was off to get the vehicle so they could bring her to the hospital right away.

eyes were drooping, hands were shaking. she laid in his arms and could barely hear his muffled words. it was all a blur. but from being stunned, sonny fell into a panic. coughing up blood as it stained her teeth. "w-will-" she choked out with a whimper. hot tears spilling down her freckled cheeks. "i don't.." words trailing as she tried to fight her eyes open. fuck, she was tired. "i don't want- want to die." she finished. wincing as she tried to suck in a breath. "not.. not here. not now." her tired tone didn't hide the desperation. she was scared. she wasn't ready to go. yeah, she's a hunter and she knew that it will eventually happen. but never did she believe she would be so scared.

"i can't-" she sobbed. coughing up some more as she stained the both of them. "will, please-"