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1. A headcanon you’re not sure of yet. Generally I’m pretty unsure about the specifics of Bucky’s internal conflict re: HYDRA. There have been a couple quotes from Sebstan about how despite what HYDRA did to him, Bucky is in some ways indebted or even maybe grateful because they’re the reason he’s alive, etc. And in some ways, I vehemently disagree with that with regards to abuse victims never having to feel indebted to their abusers so like... on a moral level, I sort of want to tell Bucky (the character) that HYDRA doesn’t deserve that. But looking at it from his point of view, I can see parts of how that could come through, and I’m not sure that it’s gratitude or indebtedness or what have you, but I think even though he hates HYDRA he recognizes that if they hadn’t found him (if Zola hadn’t experimented on him) he would be dead, and he’s glad he’s not dead. So that headcanon gives me trouble because I don’t really... know how to write it in a way that is sensitive to how Bucky might feel conflicted and also sensitive to the fact that abuse victims owe their abusers absolutely nothing. 

On a more lowkey level, I’m conflicted about his sexuality! Because this blog’s Bucky is definitely bisexual, but in my personal fic I write Bucky as gay, and it resonates weirdly with me because I sometimes trip myself up on wondering whether I’m imposing my own projections or compulsory heterosexuality on Bucky here, but I also can’t seem to write him in fic any differently. 

2. A question you’re surprised nobody has asked. Why I think that not only did Bucky not kill JFK but also why I loathe that this headcanon has become fanon. (Is it canon, even? Either way, I hate it.)

for every 🍂 I get, I’ll reveal one of the most important people in my muse’s life

🍂         The brothers. @nishikiryoRyo is among the few who are close to Minwoo. The two have known each other for over twenty years, and Ryo is like a younger brother. Since Minwoo lost all of his family when he was four, Ryo and his family have played the role of filling that gap in Minwoo’s life.

🍂         The best friend.    @interitvmWhere to even start with Xeno? This man is truly Minwoo’s best friend. Minwoo is not one to throw the word around carelessly (if at all), and Xeno managed to not only win the title of a friend. There are parts of Minwoo’s life that he doesn’t share with anyone, but he shares with Xeno. The two have a bond that is stronger than any other bond Minwoo has ever had in his life. They are not in constant contact, but the moment they meet, it’s as if they were never apart. I could claim that Minwoo would not be devastated to lose anyone as much as he would be to lose Xeno. I could go on forever about this brotp.

TAKE ME TO HYDRA

                  the  winter  soldier  ,  an  agent  informed  him  later  ,  her  words  lapsed  into  accidental  lisps  due  to  the  change  of  accents  and  garu  nods  his  head  wordlessly  without  a  trace  of  obvious  emotion  across  his  face  despite  the  fact  his  heart  is  beating  way  too  hard  ,  way  too  quickly  ,  from  the  inside  of  his  chest .   do  you  know  him  ,  a  superior  asks  ,  words  fluent  in  chinese  ,  and  garu  makes  a  move  not  to  blink  nor  give  a  pull  to  his  expression  .  he  doesn’t  answer  yes  or  no  ,  nor  does  he  suspect  any  of  the  S.P.E.A.R.  agents  expect  him  to  when  all  of their  heads  were  focused  so  directly  on  the  blurry  footage  across  the  screen .   those  shadows  ...   garu  hates  the  unease  to  his  shoulders  when  he  stares  at  them  a  bit  longer  ;   i  know  those  shadows  .

             (  a  flash  of  memory  :  flickering  lights  ,  dark  room .  it  smells  like  piss  in  here   ,  he’d  wanted  to  say  but  instead  focuses  on  sharpening  his  sword  .  there’s  a  companion  —  garu  doesn’t  tend  to  favour  anybody  ,  but  there’s  a  certain  fondness  in  knowing  that  this  person  is  here  —  and  this  companion  of  his  is  adjusting  his  guns .  click  ,  click  ,  click  ,  it  goes  .  the  silence  otherwise  is  familiar  ,  but  not  uncomfortable  .  garu  looks  up  .  there’s  a  star .  red .  metal  arm .  the  light  flickers  again and                   )

                   hydra.  his  superiors  are  not  happy  when  they’ve  figured  this  out .  immediately  ,  SPEAR  orders  a  lock-down  (  there  were  such  a  tiny  chance  HYDRA  would’ve  infiltrated  the  chinese  organisation  due  to  all  of  the  secrecy  ,  but  these  people  are  paranoid  :  so  garu  understood  the  command  )  though  that  doesn’t  keep  him  from  finding  a  way  out  of  this  one  too  .  he  is  there  to  watch  the  hellicarriers  go  down  ,  and  he  is  there  to  watch  when  the  winter  soldier  survives  .  he  pulls  captain  america  out  of  the  water  ,  looks  over  at  the  body  and  walks  away  .  garu  intercepts  the  soldier  nearly  two  hundred   metres  away  when  he’s  made  sure  nobody  could  see  them  amidst  the  burning  mess  of  what  HYDRA  didn’t  succeed .

             he  thinks  for  a  moment  that  this  is  familiar  :  staring  at  the  man .  he  wishes  then  he  could  ask  ,  speak  .   but              a  vow  of  silence .  he’s  made  that  once  ,  centuries  ago  ,  and  he’s  not  about  to  break  it .  not  even  for  a  man  that  he  might  mistake  for  a  ghost  .  he  wonders  if  him  ,  just  standing  there  ,  would’ve  spoken  volume  already .  garu  certainly  needs  it  to .

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my opinion on;

character in general: Nooooow, Bucky Barnes certainly has exploded onto the scene and placed a big ol’ stamp on things! I ran into him way back when, tho. My first ever TP that my Da bought me for Christmas was The Death of Captain America, which Bucky featured prominently in. You could say that Bucky was my first real Cap, strange as it sounds. But he struck me then as a damn fine character, calling Tony on his shiz and taking up the mantle of his fallen friend. MCU Bucky is just as brilliant, if not moreso. I adore how he’s portrayed there, conflicted but good at his core. So very, very damaged but still straining to push away from what he was. Even if that means secreting himself away from the world, away from his friends - he’ll do it. I mean, that plum scene in Civil War, amiright? 

how they play them: okay so I haven’t been following you all too long, but DAYUM SON. Seriously, I take a look at your writing and I see the same hallmarks of my most favorite author ever. The way you write reminds me of Markus Zuzak, bringing such poetic life to the world in which your character moves. You paint pictures with your words, give glimpses into Bucky’s wondrous mind - you GET the character you play. You GET Bucky, and you give him such honor by writing him as you do. My gosh, I am honestly a touch emotional about your writing. It it literally one of the most beautiful structures, some of the most beautiful prose that I have ever seen. 

the mun: we haven’t spoken much and i attribute this to the fact that we are still very new to each other. BUT, this being said - your willingness to approach me as soon as I followed gives me such hope! You thanked me and BOY HOWDY, you didn’t need to do that because you’re amazing, but you strike me as a wondrous person to do that. You’re not conquered by the nerves that so often come with this site, you spoke to me and DAMN if I don’t hope we can keep speaking! I am really super jazzed to maybe be able to do something with you in terms of writing. MY GOSH, AM I JAZZED. 

do i;

follow them:OH YESrp with them: Lamentably nowant to rp with them: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YESship their character with mine: Not right off the bat, no. 

what is my;

overall opinion:

       I have not the words for how amazed I am at your writing and how honored I am to        not only be followed by you, but have the opportunity to gush without it seeming        TOO weird. 

        silence breaks with the sound of shattered glass and splintering wood, the light thump of rubber-soled boots landing against wooden floors. a hand rises to stifle the cough as her landing kicks up decade-old dust, the other reaching for the torch in her knapsack. a moment later, its diffuse beam breaks through the shadows.        following her return from Siberia, Lara least expected her next expedition would take place in a decrepit roadside museum. and when she pulled up to the building, with its gaudy sign mounted above the entrance and featureless facade, Lara almost laughed at the irony. “Professor Worth’s King Arthur Museum”, the painted sign read, golden script chipped and faded. it’s entirely possible that nothing will turn up-    but the thrumming in her veins, dread threaded with excitement and anticipation, tells her otherwise.