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fiercelystevie · 5 years

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TO-DO LIST:

Make a new theme background.

Update to a new theme code.

Make a new promo & mobile header.

Create a Bio & Personality tab for the About popup.

Create a tag system & add to Navi popup.

Create a Thread Tracker.

Add new Verses and finish posting info on old ones.

New icons???

#ooc #tbd #To be deleted #delete later

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fiercelystevie · 5 years

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@weightofmyshield

It was a small class, no more than fifteen students filling the space with their childlike enthusiasm. Most of them young, but some certainly much older than the rest. But they all shared a glint of curiosity in their eyes when she entered the room. The elderly man she assumed to be their professor approached her with a warm smile, taking her hands into his to greet her. They exchanged a few brief words before she dodged behind a dressing screen to prepare, not paying attention to one particular student quite yet – she was unusually nervous. Meanwhile, the professor shuffled back to the front of the class to gather their attentions once more. “Alright class. Let’s get settled, shall we? We have a special guest today. ” As he was explaining, she had come as a volunteer after he reached out to models in the local area at the moment. A personal trainer and a mixed martial arts trainer, she occasionally modeled for various fitness magazines and participated in several small films as a stunt double. “ When you are doing this exercise, I want you to try and remove yourself from your ego,” By then, she had stripped down completely and stepped out with her hair hanging loosely over one shoulder. It wasn’t her first time modeling in the nude. But something about modeling for an art class was a daunting thought. She could easily hide her imperfections when it came to modeling for photographs. But something about being…immortalized on paper was … well she was losing the words for it as she made her way to the center of the class. “Really bring her to life. And that does not have to mean you sketch her as realistic as possible. Sketch her in a way that brings her strength onto your page. Yes? ” Her training reflected in her muscles, and several scars as well. Her body was built for fighting, for pushing limits and breaking boundaries – and maybe some bones if they tested her. She noticed some eyes focused on the ones that were much older and more prominent, which she was more than happy to show, for her scars were her victories etched into her skin. “ Truly see her. Truly feel her presence – her energy – in this room. I should feel that same energy in your sketch. ”

(★) ─ It had been a long time since Steve felt awkward around a nude model, sure he’d seen men and woman alike strip down to nothing for a class to sketch, but something about the brunette today made Steve’s palms sweaty. Clearing his throat the blond pushed the feeling aside to focus on the blank paper in front of him. The teacher droned on about their model’s energy, but his attention was focused on his pencil now, of trying to outline the shape of the woman’s face. The exercise was to practice the human form, he knew, but he’d always preferred the human expression, the way a person’s life reflected out of their eyes. Steve didn’t take too long, it was just a simple sketch to outline her features and try to capture that spark of danger lingering behind her eyes. The portrait lacked any detail and was hardly his best work, but it gave him a stronger sense of her when he tucked the page behind a fresh one and started outlining the soft curves of her body. As it was typical for him Steve lost himself in sketching, nearly jumping out of his skin when a hand descended upon his shoulder causing him to jump out of his skin. “Sorry.” He offered his professor a tentative grin as he set his pencil down. “I did it again didn’t I?” “The rest of class has already packed up, and our model is already redressing. Really, Steven, how do you keep sketching after your subject has moved?” Despite being exasperated the man picked up the sketch to look it over, nodding every so often. He gave a few criticisms but overall seemed pleased with the result despite how unfinished Steve kept insisting it was. Setting the sketch down with the roughly done portrait he only raised an eyebrow at, he left Steve alone to finish packing up his things. Only after he finished packing up his pencils and adjusted the pair of glasses onto his face did Steve turn his attention back to the papers scattered on his desk. “Oh.” He mumbled seeing their now fully clothed model. “Uh… thank you for modeling for us.” The blond offered a shy smile, eyes own cast out of habit. “That can’t be an easy thing.” He spoke more in a mumble than anything else; he certainly could never stand naked in front of one person let alone a classroom full!

#t; pencil. paper. and the goddess divine #Moving my smol!Steve threads over here! <3 #LOVE YOU OMG!!!

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fiercelystevie · 5 years

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I am in the process of revamping and breathing some new life into this blog~! He’ll be active again soon!!

#ooc #PSA #tbd #I hope you're all ready for this tiny little fucker #because I have SERIOUSLY missed him!!!

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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#the mun #the muse #seriously dude #this is so accurate #the 'pain' text for me would be louder bigger and a harsher color #but everyone who suffers from chronic pain has different pain #and I love this artwork

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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( General attire for modern Stevie~ )

#v; main verse #attire #clothing #over sized sweaters and skinny jeans FTW #This is my first time using Polyvore soo #sorry it's a bit cluttered #BUT WHATEVA #you get the point ;P

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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fixatedonthestars:

he wasn’t fond of these meetings. but Tony Stark had expressly told him that if he wanted to remain in the trial program for the arm technology, he had to attend the meetings. he needed to have “people”. Bucky hated most people.

thankfully the meeting was over for the week and he was about to head back to the tower, when he was stumbled into. a petite blond, who he caught with the one arm he had. “’s okay. are you alright?” Bucky offered the blond a smile and made sure he was steady on his feet.

⊰ ✎ ⊱ Stevie nodded, feeling a bit like an idiot just staring at the brunet. ❝ Oh-uh Yeah, I’m fine. ❞ He offered a smile up at the man. ❝ Are you? ...You know, okay? ❞ Yeah, Stevie, cause his question hadn’t been obvious to begin with. There was a loud laugh before a hand came down to pat his shoulder, the touch, albeit gentle, still rocketed his body forward with each slap. ❝ I see the new guy already found our favorite pass time! ❞ Dugan was smiling widely as he joined in on the ‘see how flustered Stevie can get.’ ❝ Gee’s Captain, I’ve never seen ya this red before! This might be a new record! ❞ The blond felt his lower lip push out in a slight pout, arms crossing across his slim chest as he muttered for the large man to shut up. ❝ Sergeant Timothy Dugan, but the boys call me Dum Dum. It’s nice ta meet cha! ❞ Dum Dum offered his hand to the handsome brunet.

The Best Kind of Therapy

#fixatedonthestars #t; The Best Kind of Therapy

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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The Best Kind of Therapy

{ @fixatedonthestars }

⊰ ✎ ⊱ It wasn’t unusual for Stevie Rogers to find himself leaning against the stark wall of the hallway outside Sam’s meeting room. He could just barely make out the muffle of Sam’s voice -- probably closing comments, based off the time on the clock hanging opposite the blond. The door opened and an older, gruff looking man Stevie recognized as the guy who always left right as Sam would say, ❝ I’ll see you guys next week. ❞ He offered a small nod, which the man ignored before he slipped inside the room and waited patiently for Sam to finish talking to a few from his group. The problem with being a wall flower is you tended to keep your eyes on the center of the room and not wall you were backing towards; so, Stevie didn’t notice until he felt himself stumble up against a solid form behind him. ❝ Oh! ❞ The blond almost jumped as he spun around, blue eyes wide with surprise, ❝ I’m sorry! I wasn’t-- ❞ Stevie swallowed, holy cow.... ❝ Wasn’t looking... ❞ The guy was gorgeous! Leave it to him to make an idiot out of himself in front of someone like him.

#fixatedonthestars #t; The Best Kind of Therapy

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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i really, really want a plot where muse a is a naive, sweet, romantic, whimsical little thing with a whole lot of optimism and sunshine in their veins and muse b is the complete opposite; a total player who has someone new in their bed every weekend and hates responsibilities and just spends a lot of their time fucking around. somehow these two have been friends for a while, despite their differing personalities, and one day muse a ends up having to move out of their apartment due to a fire or an infestation or something and muse b is the one who offers to put them up for the time being. it’s all well and good except muse a has terrible nightmares constantly and one night muse b is sick and tired of it (and deep down a little concerned) so gets into bed with muse a until they stop crying and shaking and fall asleep in muse b’s arms instead. cue awkward muses sleeping in the same bed every night and it actually helping muse a a lot with the nightmares, and lots of cuddling and feelings ensue. muse b, being the player they are, are terrified of the idea of liking someone but muse a is pretty much already head over heels and ANGST !!

#wishlist

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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Victory is in my veins I know it. And I will not negotiate I’ll fight it.

#promo

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fiercelystevie · 7 years

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Sharing A Bed Starters

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"I had a nightmare."

"There's plenty of room for the both of us."

"There is not enough room here for both of us."

"It's cold. We should try to conserve body heat."

"You're not even going to notice because you'll be asleep!"

"We've only got the one bed between the two of us."

"Quit stealing the covers."

"Quit kicking me."

"It's better than sleeping on the floor."

"It's either this or you sleep in the tub."

"Alright. Get up here."

"We're sleeping in the same bed, not together!"

"Please go to bed."

"Sleep is for the weak."

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Dutch oven!"

"You sleep on top of the sheets."

"I'll sleep on top of the sheets."

"I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"

"You're scared? You can come sleep with me, I guess."

"I have to sleep closer to the door."

"I can't sleep this close to the door."

"Stop getting up so early. You always wake me up."

"Stop staying up so late. I can never fall asleep."

"We can cuddle."

"Just don't try cuddling me or anything."

#meme #memes

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fiercelystevie · 8 years

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⊰ ✎ ⊱ It started as a light tickle to his nose, a light pressure that had the blond’s face wrinkling before he shifted in his sleep. The sensation moved to his eyelid, his cheekbone, his jaw, before finally drifting down to his lips; it was these soft caresses along his face that stirred the lithe man from his blissful slumber. Even half asleep, Stevie recognised the slightly chapped lips moving over his. ❝Bucky~.❞ Steve whined, though his own lips were pulled up into a lazy smile. ❝What time is it?❞ One blue eye cracked open and took note of the distinctive lack of light with a soft groan. ❝Sun ain’t even up yet, Buck.❞ He couldn’t help the grin still on his lips as he reached his thin arms up to wrap around the brunet’s neck, ensuring the man wouldn’t go too far.

#redstarassassin #fixatedonthestars #t; waking up happy

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fiercelystevie · 8 years

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@redstarassassin

“that’s why I’m gonna teach you doll.” Bucky offered him a sweet smile. a look very few every refused. “c’moooon it’s just you and me here Stevie — baby, please, just come dance with me.” he pouted and held his hand out to the blond.

⊰ ✎ ⊱ Steve groaned internally, head leaning back as his face scrunched up. Bucky was making the face; Steve wasn’t aware of anyone who could say no to the face, except Mrs. Barnes, but she could always see through her son’s suave stunts. ❝Alright then.❞ The short blond sighed in agreement, sliding forward stiffly -- more like a piece of wood than a human being. Why this made him nervous, Steve didn’t know... but... dancing, with Bucky--Steve was sure he was going to fall on his face, and make a fool of himself. That’s how these things always ended for him.

#redstarassassin #t; Shall We Dance

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fiercelystevie · 8 years

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Purrfect Neighbors

⊰ ✎ ⊱ Steve had lived here for years, in a small apartment building in Brooklyn: it was perfect really, all the tenants were older, his neighbor’s quiet. In college he had dealt with loud roommates and other tenants that made the walls shake and the floor vibrate. Here though, everyone was kind and respectful of one another – Steve liked it, even if Sam always complained about the lack of people their age: ❝Steve it’s like you live in a nursing home!❞ Nursing homes hardly had stairs, especially four flights of them…. If he were in a nursing home, he’d have the joys of an elevator that actually worked!

Still, the blond didn’t often have visitor’s during the day, which was why he painted then, got commissions done or finished up old sketches. So, during the day he tended to keep his door open, letting the fumes of the paint or the dust of charcoal a place to go – other than his lungs. He supposed that was how the cat got in. One minute he was working on a sketch of city view from outside his window, and the next moment he looked up to find a cat perched there, enjoying the sun. Blue eyes blinked for a moment, because there weren’t any cat’s in the building and—No, there was a cat sitting on his windowsill.

❝Hi there.❞ Stevie offered with a smile, setting the charcoal down so that he could try and approach the feline. ❝And who are you, hm?❞ The fur ball seemed more tan friendly, letting the blond stroke down it’s back with a soft mew of approval. Steve was careful to avoid putting his fingers on the soft fur, not wanting to get charcoal on the small animal; it was bad enough that he undoubtedly had smudge marks on his clothes and face. After several long moments of loving on the animal, Steve’s fingers etched to sketch the animal, so disregarding the rather horrible architectural lines, he settled for his smaller sketchbook. Sitting cross legged on the floor, the blond hunched over and started trying to emulate the way wisps of fur would curl away from the cat’s body – such elegant lines.

#redstarassassin #fixatedonthestars #t; Purrfect Neighbors #SHITTY TITLE IS SHITTY WHOOH!

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fiercelystevie · 8 years

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I was just a kid then skipping stones. Innocent and so alone. In a sense we were all alone. You could take my heart and you could take my home, but you’ll never ever break my soul. I’m a soldier, ‘til it’s over. You and I fighting for the art of war. Live and die fighting for the art of war. I’m a soldier, I will never fall. We were just two kids thrown into the flames. We would never ever be the same. Follow me into the dark and I will lead you to the light. Formless, soundless, fearless, hearts keep holding on all through the night

Stevie Rogers | James Barnes | Steve Rogers indie MCU highly selective blogs

#promo #look what my Bucky made for us!!!! :DDD #I have too many blogs #I know ><

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fiercelystevie · 8 years

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⊰ ✎ ⊱ He wasn’t exactly sure what brought it on, but Stevie certainly wasn’t going to complain... not when Bucky’s lips were working so nicely against his own. Yeah, that was definetly nice. ❝ Mhn... Bucky... ❞ Stevie mumbled against the brunet’s mouth. Shifting, the blond reached up to pull at the other's shoulders -- wanting Buck to be closer.