hawksvane

                                       AUGUST 26th, 2015.

     THAT was the day i started up this blog & made my very first post. it’s absolutely MIND-BLOWING to me that it’s already been an entire YEAR. i began roleplaying about 6 years ago, but NEVER have i had the drive or attention span to keep one blog going for as long as a year. i usually lasted a few months before losing interest, but with Peter it’s been non-stop. i think a lot of it is YOU GUYS. you make me want to come back here again and again. i never thought i’d make it this far. i never thought i’d make FRIENDS on here that i’d talk to outside of tumblr! 

     this blog has been my ESCAPE. it’s been a place i can go to when i wanna have FUN. i’m a crappy person. i forget to message back, i take forever on drafts, i suck at communication, i get inspiration sporadically, i haven’t even done my giveaway prizes for the winners of my 500 follower thing! i’m awful. i dunno HOW you guys put up with me but i’m so glad you do. when real life is shitty i’ve got you guys, & i’m so grateful for that. 

     in the span of the year i’ve been here i’ve MADE friends, LOST friends, been close to some, and then drifted away. i don’t regret ANY interactions i’ve had with anyone. ( though i do regret drifting away from some friends ). they’ve really molded me into the rper i am today. 

     my skills have improved GREATLY since i began! not only have i gotten better at writing, but my PS & css skills now exist! before this blog i didn’t edit much, even though i WANTED to. i’m glad this blog really got me into it & now i can’t stop making edits! ( which reminds me, i really DO need to make those edits for the poor winners of my giveaway OTL )

     ANYWAY, what i really wanted to say was THANK YOU. old followers, new followers. new friends, old friends. you’ve really helped me improve, you’ve helped me be HAPPY

     i dunno if i wanna make this a giveaway, because i’m spectacularly BAD at doing things requested of me if i’m not feeling inspired, but i’d really love to do SOMETHING to make it up to you guys. 

     talk to me. ask me things. bug me about aesthetics. edits. drabbles. ANYTHING! i dunno. i just wanna do something for you guys. i really love all of you.

( BEWARE! below the cut is A HELLA LONG LIST OF URLS! if you’re url didn’t make it to the list, please don’t be discouraged! i don’t appreciate you ANY LESS! it’s just that once i hit hour 2 of typing names i had to stop. )

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OKAY KIDDOS !!!!!!!!!!

In all my years on tumblr RP , and throughout all the blogs I’ve had, there’s never been a point in time where I sat down & felt inclined to create one of these types of posts. Now that doesn’t mean I didn’t love and appreciate each and every follower ( I did, I do, I always will ) , or that my count remained minimal. It’s never been a big thing to me, how many people followed, I always thought it was about prestige, until I realized that over five HUNDRED people elected to follow me, whether or not we write, they’ve made the conscious decision to follow my blog, whatever I write, my character development over the years, my silly shenanigans, my heart break. It’s this collective consciousness of like minded people , all set out to make ART , and that’s something I couldn’t ignore . 

I’ve had this blog for about 9 months , but I’ve been graced with Amora for well over three years, and through all my reboots, all my absences, you guys still put up with me. Thank you is not enough, but it’s all there is to say. 

So here’s to you all , to those I’ve cried with, cried over, laughed with, laughed AT , to the serious writers, the silly writers, those who breathe poetry and those who can write a novel. Here’s to YOU , in my small show of gratitude, for how large the thankfulness is inside of me <3  In no particular order , with the hopes that no one was excluded ( if you were please please don’t hate me it was a lot to sort through !!!! And it ISN’T personal . ) 

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[[ WOAHHH, there are over 350 360 of you here, like what the fuck. Why? I don’t know, but I appreciate each and every one of you! So I know a lot of people only do a couple of people, but I want to include all of you hella rad lovelies. So under the cut(for the sake of your dash) all of my precious babus are listed. uwu ~Bumble Bee ]]

Main babus are bolded ouo

Why are you bolded?

  1.  I like chattin’ with ya (or just stalking you from afar)
  2. You inspire me and I just love you. :3
  3. You’re hella swaggy 

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One year and 1.3k+ of you and still I dont know why you’re all here to be honest. Let me let you in a little secret, Barry’s blog is the only blog of mine to ever reach this sort of milestone and that is just, amazing to me in itself. And I mostly have to thank you guys for it. WHEN I started this blog I LITERALLY had no idea what DC even was. My memories of the Justice League and Batman animated series that I watched as a kid were fuzzy and I literally only really knew about Superman and Batman. Then began my downward spiral into DC hell and here I am today with a backlog of trades sitting on my desk at the moment, crying over where the Flash Family went, and excited to see what rebirth will bring. 

And to be honest? This fandom is literally the nicest I’ve ever been in. SO because I’m still working on my giveaway graphics, here’s a follow forever/bias list. Cause without you guys to write with or bounce plots off of or give you wonderful pain I wouldn’t be here. It’s just that simple.

The Satan Family. I really wouldn’t be here without this people. Talking to them always brightens up my day and the shenanigans that happen. Thanks for being there guys <3 you’re some of the best friends and best people I know. 

@offorensiics@haljordxn@vimvitae @nerffighter @vitess @believeinxtheimpossible@im-a-hawker@heckcdup @ofblankexpressions @seriadux / @ofwonders / @sparklefist / @singedstars @dashingbeard /  @rushingforward / @emotivelight @acceleratxd (+ all ur blogs jfc ) @silkslinger @falconinthesky @hopeburns @shieldwielder @bluerbeetle / @darknesslocked @anarchiisms / @darkestdread @memcir

The Flash Family. Though I may not talk to these people constantly, or just haven’t talked that much at all, I enjoy the interactions that we’ve had a lot. And I’m always look forward to seeing their replies on my dash. 

@ofduties @canary-noir @falsegcd @falseprotege @xanabiosis @wallyingwestward @flashlegacy @exnigmatic @servesthem @shitsilver @phuv @matxrnus @notaquawoman @boosterful @gothamhood @spellahxolic @thisguythisgardner @lantcrn @seeswonders @newfrequencysamecry @xsiryn @xstrange @knightcaped @williamqxeen @arxnexe @scientiiam @captainofcold @harriscnwclls @saralaxce@zctanna @justakansasboy @bxmboozled @mcsmirky @grieverchain @goldschronicle @ofboywonder @goodbyebarry @affectionesque @herxwnhero @gliderofgold @vindictivevirus @atlanteankingarthur @birdfromthenight @conflicteddeadlyalone @peacemaiden @jxsontodd @ofresurrection @redwiitched / @wxththorns @ncvaprime @dementedspeedster @mdnightr @hellblxzer @bellumnati @talentforlying @agentofspyral @dammitqueen @ofcoldguns @indxstress @oliverqxeen 

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Crossed Wires ||

        Other than the sound of the fans coming from James’ computer, the only other sound was the pop of his spine as he stretched up from his chair and eased out the aches that had gathered from the hours in front of the computer. The project he had been working on had just been uploaded and James always loved the rush that came from posting the truth online. He’d just exposed a doctor for performing illegal plastic surgery and being the cause of the deaths of several hundreds of people. Something the government had covered up due to the amount of money the doctor had been raking in.

        He dragged his hand over his eyes and yawned, the headset hanging squint over his ears as he tried to ease the tiredness aching over his mind. Living where he was, a small rather shitty apartment, it would be hard to believe that Bucky had been a soldier in a past life. Fighting in a war that had taken more from him than any man deserved to lose and it had turned him sour to the government, to the way the world ran. As such, his years spent on therapy had given him the time he needed to hone in that mind of his, turning his skills to a technical warfare.

        It was all details that didn’t matter now, it was from a past life that didn’t matter. James swung his legs down from the edge of the desk and leaned forward, only to leap up cursing and swearing when he knocked over what remained of his coffee onto the keyboard and transceiver. He knocked the cup away, grabbed an old t-shirt and dabbed it over the mess, only to stop when the shouting and swearing, and what could be interpreted as a scream, filled his headset. James stopped, reaching up and pulling the device fully over his ears while watching his transceiver flicker, die out then roar back into life. The voice stayed though, and James could recognise the sound of gunfire anywhere. But how the hell did a feed like that find him?

            “The fuck–?”

hawksvane said: The archer responded with startled silence, blinking in surprise but not displeasure, the hint of a smirk on his face. “…huh.”                                                                

Steve cleared his throat and backed away from the other. “I.. I uh.. apologize about that, sir…” He stammered, cheeks flushing pink.

Phone calls.

What.

the hell?

He was standing there in the rain staring at God knew what. Just the rain. It felt really nice, falling nonstop against his burning head.

Oh, there it was again. A subtle vibration, something he shouldn’t have noticed in this state, nor in this atmosphere.

A cheap, throwaway phone appeared in his hand, the source of the vibration. It had been in his pocket this whole time. A miracle it wasn’t busted all to hell in this rain.

Not really thinking about it, he flipped it open easily without checking to see who the hell was calling him; neither did he say anything when it reached his ear.

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Coulson stopped breathing for a second when he heard the phone pick up, stunned again. Stunned the burn phone was still active and that someone had answered it. Now please just let it be in the possession of the right person.

“Agent Barton, please report. Status, location. Do you require a pickup?” He made himself enunciate carefully, in case reception was bad where Barton was, then hurriedly adding on, “Don’t hang up, Hawkeye. Please.”

And hoping, hoping, that against the curl of ice in his gut and veins, that his Hawk was okay, so he could apologize for so many failures.

Your Testament On My Lips ||

            One month.

        That was how long it had been since James and Clint had been in the same room. After Clint had been taken away, Lukin had beaten James bloody until the HYDRA agents had dragged him off and then dragged the crazed man out of the room. Pierce was not impressed with what had become of the Russian but he was impressed with the obedience the Asset showed. He was then loaded up into the chair and wiped several times consecutively to remove any and all traces of Russian programming from his mind before the new implementations was place in. His obedience, his skills; everything built back up to re-create the deadly Winter Soldier with a few new touches and some upgrades to his arm.

        The Red star on his shoulder was even altered a shade to match.

        That month was a learning process. Who to respond to, whose commands to follow and the strictest tests of obedience had him nearly ending his life over and over just because he was told to. One agent in particular, Rumlow, took a great interest in the weapon that was molded up and became his charge. He experimented with his levels of obedience, worked with different weapons and techniques and of course, late at night, he took stress relief with the assassin in ways that sickened even some of the guards.

        But now HYDRA was moving. Fury was dead and Rumlow had just returned with the Winter Soldier, wiped his memory of the assignment and had been on his way to store him in cryo when he’d decided to test out a little sick theory. He left James in his cell and went to find the one other prisoner in the opposite cell block, the one that had been starved of help, attention and medical attention though there were rumours that Lukin had said one last goodbye.

        James sat on his knee’s, hands clasped together and head down. His hair was longer, straggly and shrouding the muzzle that kept him silent. He wore only the black combat trousers and boots, torso bare and bruised, fresh scarring clear and yet an increase in muscle mass and leaner. They didn’t feed him, felt no need to but a drip gave him what nutrients his body needed to survive. He sat there and waited, calm and quiet, for whatever his handler would need him for and there was, just a flicker of apprehension, of fear as he knelt there and waited.

Whisker Kisses ||

        How long had it been? He’d lost count of the hours that had ticked by as Clint slept. Occasionally Bucky could give him a nudge with his nose to make sure he was still alive, that he hadn’t somehow died during the night. The snuffles he got in return were relief enough to assure him that Clint was still very much alive, only very much asleep. After their initial bonding, Clint had walked out and Bucky had respected that, understood it and made it known that he would be here if Clint ever needed help with his Heat or anything else.

        Then, about a month later, he had turned up on James’ doorstep, beaten and bloody and managed a hello before he’d collapsed. Bucky had known Clint was scared by the way he reverted down to fox, so Bucky had set him up in the nest and let him sleep. His own worry had drive him to wolf and as the hours crawled by, he paced a worn path into the floor in his worry about what had happened to his Mate.

Civil War || [Texts] To Hawkeye

A month and a half since he ‘woke up’; 5 since he had come to New York with the mission to crush a particularly irritating little spider but was captured instead due to some…unforeseen circumstances, it’s no surprise to anyone that Bucky and Clint hadn’t gone out of their way to become best pals. While he was still wandering around like an emotionless robot, lost in eternal Winter, there was almost zero inclination to break out of his shell of aloofness to socialize with the 'American Dogs’, and since he had woken up, it was as if a statute of limitations had been reached and it was simply awkward to engage with the hawk.

According to Steve, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially since he remembered himself. Always on the wryly optimistic side, the Super Soldier had noted, 'He was kind of a trouble maker back then…’ As if somehow his stoic mischief and ruthless capability and Clint’s own combining forces would bring about the end of the world quicker than Loki.

Still, with the recent circumstances coming about and that damning letter burning a hole in the breast pocket of his jacket, there was no time for things like personal cold wars and awkwardness.  24 hours was a hell of a short time when it finally came down to it. Without further warning than the ripple of awareness that 'something’ was coming which had swept the world since the explosion, Clint’s phone beeps at him.

[text] [646.555.2859]: Barton, Have you gotten your letter, or have they decided to spare you? -Barnes

((Any other hawk that I haven’t tagged that wants to respond for the Civil War plot, feel free to! These are just the ones who are involved and following me or 'liked’ my initial reaction post. This also seemed more expedient than writing a bunch of individuals or asks since I’ve never played with any of them before *chuckles*))

Fate's Cards..

((Ok, i hope i got this right…Enjoy!)

 The night enveloped her like a cloak of darkness, yes she was a thief, but she never stole from anyone who didn’t need it. A robin hood of sorts. Her name was Cassandra. If anyone knew their Greek lore, she was named after the prophetess of the time, who was the second most beautiful woman in Tory. Luckily for Cassandra that seemed to follow in her bloodline. Her long dark hair was pulled into a pony tail that rested at the crown of her head, her long bangs were pinned to one side with a bright orange straight clip, her plump lips were pulled in to a coy smile. Her grey eyes scanned her surroundings, the Avengers mansion was well fortified. Cassandra, had a gift. She could hold an object and she could see the past or future surrounding that object, this was how she was going to get in. Using their own tech against them. Her black yoga pants hugged her legs and gave her the ass of a dancer and legs of an athlete. Her black top was a wide boat cut that exposed some of her shoulders and collar bones. The sleeves were three quarter cut, so they only came to her elbows.

The gloves she wore were black leather, with small air holes so when she gets on the move, she can grab a hold of things to get away quickly. Pinching her middle finger Cassandra let the leather glove slide off her hand. Looking over her shoulder she made sure that no one was watching as she touched the side of the code box. Her body was still, like a statue. Her eyes unseeing but seeing everything. The only thing was that she wasn’t really here. Sort of. What she saw was the famous playboy Tony Stark punch in the code into the box in front of her. As the large iron gate swung open her body relaxed, her breathing labored, she smiled.

“49081A” She repeated it to herself so she couldn’t forget it. Slipping her glove back on, she was careful not to try and leave prints, trying to rub off the ones she put on there with her glove. There was no way she could know that she had got it all. Pushing the Iron door open, she slipped inside. Making sure to stick to the shadows. All the while a smile was played on her lips, she was about to rip off the Avengers. Take of a lifetime.