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March 10th, 1917 She didn’t get it; nobody did. How could she, a woman that lived in the year 2017, have a soulmate that is 100 years old? She always thought it was a painful joke. Everyone around her had years written on their wrist, arms, legs, you name it. But from the year 1917? No. She was the only one. The one who had a joke for a soulmate.
Yeah, sure, maybe there was one old man still kickin’ it out there, but there was no chance in hell she’d marry him. There was no chance she’d put herself in that type of predicament, therefore, her tattoo was a joke.
It pissed her off, beyond what anyone could imagine. Everyday, she was reminded by the date, the date tattooed in the crease of her arm. It pissed her off because she wasn’t the type that normally attracted anyone. She wasn’t the one for love, or so that’s what she thought. Nobody was really interested in her, and the only chance of someone liking her was for a laugh.
She was deep in her thoughts when someone brought her back to reality.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t want to be caught dozing off on the job, do you?” Her friend, Austin, threw a hacky sack at her arm.
Laughing, she picked it up and swung it back at him. “You need these for the customers! Don’t go throwing them at your friends!”
He swiftly grabbed the toy before setting it on the small counter. There were a handful of booths in the amusement park, and they just had to make him watch over the ones with miniature bing bags.
While Austin was taking over the booth called ‘Tin Can Toss’, she was in charge of the ‘I Can Guess Your Weight/Age!’ game. She hated it, really, but she had to make money some how, and for her it was guessing something she didn’t nearly care about.
It’s not that it was boring, but it was stupid. They had her take special classes, 45 minutes a day wasted on learning what was the best way to guess someone’s age or weight. Sure, she’d rather be working at a Starbucks or any old candy store, but for now she was stuck on a guessing game.
“Keep an eye out, I think that group over there is planning on playing your game” Austin spoke up, pointing in the direction behind her.
She looked over her shoulder and groaned. Three guys and girl were leaning up against a fence that surrounded the carousel nearby, their eyes stuck on the booth you sat in. A darker male was laughing loudly, nudging another man with long brown hair your way.
“Nah, they’re just laughing at how stupid the game is.”
“I don’t know, (Y/N). I think they’re coming!” He nodded his head in their direction, clearly pointing out that the group was making their way toward you.
She practically whined at her friend before turning towards the customers with a fake smile.
“Hello! Plan on playing?” She kept that fake smile plastered on her face, observing each and every one of them.
“Yeah, actually, my friend here wants you to guess his age.” The darker man from before clamped his hands on the back of the brunettes shoulders, pushing him even closer to her.
“Oh, yeah? Alright, let’s give it a go! It’ll just be 5 dollars.” She watched as the third man dug his wallet out of his pocket. After a few moments, he handed her the bill and she stuck it in the apron around her waist.
“Okay, so let’s see.” She walked toward the shy man, looking him up and down, studying his facial features and body shape. “You don’t mind if I just… awkward check you out, right? I promise, it’s part of the job.”
He smiled, chuckling silently. His eyes observed the woman before him, watching her study his body as if it were an art piece in a gallery.
“Well, before I guess, remember that if I’m 2 years off, it counts. Alright?” She crossed her arms, thinking one last time before receiving a nod from the male.
“Okay, give it your best.” His friends behind him laughed, covering their mouths. She knew something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what. The whole group was acting weird. Why were they acting weird?
“28.” She shrugged her shoulders, wrinkling her eyes in uncertainty. She watched them as they held their laughter in, trying not to seem like they were laughing at her guess.
“Way off?” She dropped her arms, sighing. “I’m new to this job. I lost, go ahead and grab a prize.” She placed a hand on her hip, the other rubbing her face as she closed her eyes.
“Don’t even want to know my actual age?” He hesitantly stood there, looking back at his friend, then returning his gaze back at her.
“To see how much I failed? Nah, I’ll pass.” She smiled while doubting herself, watching the man rub his stubble.
“You technically are around that age physically, Bucky. Cut her some slack, she was right.” The blond friend set his hand on Buckys shoulder.
She furrowed her eyebrows, giving a confused smile. “Whatever that’s suppose to mean.”
He looked back at his friends, receiving an ‘approval’ nod. Not only did she notice, but she was even more confused as she was before.
“Well, I don’t know how to say this but,” He trailed off, looking behind him at his blond friend again. She could tell he was looking for reassurance, but not what for. “I’m 100 years old. My body looks around 28 years old, but technically I’m 100.”
She put on a humorous smile, looking over at Austin who was eavesdropping from the booth. He hid his laugh, shrugging at her.
“100? Glad I know someone around the same age, I’m 97.” She held her hand out at Bucky, smiling mischievously while he gave her a serious look.
“Don’t believe me?” She dropped he hand, rolling her eyes at how serious he was taking the act.
“Why would I? There is no way in hell you’re 100 years old. You don’t even look old enough to have your own children.” She leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms and laughing dryly.
“He’s not lying.” The friend from earlier walked forward, setting his hand on Buckys shoulder. “Ever heard of Captain America?”
She continued to stare strangely at the men, wondering why they’re even telling her this. Even if they were telling the truth, why go as far as this to prove it to her?
“Steve Rogers, the face of America! A man who was frozen in ice, brought back, and now works for the Avengers or something. Are you telling me you’re Captain America?” She sarcastically explained, rubbing her eyes, and growing tired of the conversation. None of it made sense to her, and she didn’t care anyways.
“Well, I am. This here is my friend Bucky.” The blond claimed, staring at her as if not an ounce of what he said was a lie.
She leaned her head back, looking at the sky. Great, (Y/N). Here you are, sitting at a worthless booth being told this man is 100 years old and is best friends with Captain America.
“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” She straightened her back, grabbing the nearby water bottle and taking a long drink.
“We walked past this booth earlier, and uh,” He trailed off, looking towards the darker man that had kept quiet this whole time. “My friend, Sam, noticed your arm.”
“My arm?” She looked down at her arm, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
“Well, it says the 10th of March, 1917.” His finger pointed toward the part of your arm which had the birthdate of your soulmate.
“You’re not implying that-“
“Is your birthday (DD/MM/1989)? That’s all I want to know.” Bucky cut her off, staring at her arm and then into her eyes. “I just want to make for sure.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the floor. There was no way he was he soulmate, this made no sense.
She took a deep breath, accepting the situation and began to believe it. Why would they lie about this? It had to be true, right?
“All this time I thought I was going to be this old mans soulmate. There’s no way! This has to be a joke!” She ran her hands through her hair, looking over at her friend for support. He shrugged his shoulders before giving her a smile that basically said ‘it’s all on you’.
She inhaled deeply, staring at the blue-eyed man in front of her. “If you are my soulmate, then this whole time I actually had one, and it wasn’t some old man on life support. Holy shit! I can’t believe this! I never thought this day would come! I think I’m actually-“
“Calm down, Doll.” His voice spoke deeply to her, calming her down instantly. “Breathe. Just breathe.”
She slowly nodded, taking in a deep breath and calming her heart beat.
Someone scoffed loudly behind him, speaking up in a humorous voice. “Don’t tell her to calm down, you were practically the same way before we calmed you down and brought you over here.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, looking behind him and slapping the mans arm, receiving a troublesome grin. “Sam. You’ve stayed quiet, and then you decided to speak at the worse time?”
Bucky turned back to her, looking at her arm once again before pulling his left sleeve up. “I always thought that God put a date from many generations after me on my arm as a joke. As if I couldn’t love anyone from my own generation. I surrounded myself with different woman, hoping to just prove to myself that I could love someone. Then I lost my arm, and for the longest I couldn’t remember the date that was printed there.”
“Your arm-“ She instantly grabbed his left arm, holding it in her hands and admiring the metal blades. She would have felt sorry, but she somewhat found it amazing. “You can use this as your arm? How is that possible?”
She traced her fingers against the patterns on his arm, holding them strongly in her grip as if it was as fragile as a glass plate.
“Maybe you can explain it to her over dinner tonight.” The woman finally spoke up, giving you both a smirk.
Bucky looked over his shoulder, laughing at what she had said “Did you just hit on her for me?”
“Someone had to do it.”
“Agreed” Steve spoke up, earning a nod from Sam.
“Keep in mind that you were the back alley kid once.” Bucky shook his head before pulling his sleeve back down and shoving his hands into his pockets.
Steve walked up, giving him a pat on the back. “Hey, I’ll leave you two alone for now. Call me when you’re ready.
They shared a smile before exchanging a few words, and parting ways. The three traveled to a food stand across the walkway, slowly watching them both out of the corner of their eyes.
He began to speak, trying to start a small conversation and learn the basics but he kept noticing the obvious glances from across the park.
“Obvious, aren’t they?” He looked across the area, watching them as they quickly look the other way as if they weren’t staring moments before.
He smiled awkwardly before hesitantly holding out his human arm towards her. She gave him a confusing, but humorous look before slowly accepting it and shaking.
“Sorry, I just never got to introduce myself properly. Bucky Barnes, well, James Barnes. I’d like to go by Bucky though.”
“I kinda like James, I don’t know.” She teased, giving him a quick wink and setting her hands on her hips. “Nice to meet you, bucky.”
“C’mon now, Darlin’. I need a name in return.” He sheepishly smiled at her, receiving a blush and an awkward smile.
aesthetic attraction is not the same as romantic attraction or sexual attraction. it’s like seeing an art piece in an art gallery that you are just blown away by. you think it is absolutely beautiful. you don’t want to marry the painting or kiss the painting, you don’t want to have sex with the painting. you just think the painting is really nice to look at. that is aesthetic attraction.
Thanks to the sweet @inna-vjuzhanina for these amazing Tomb Raider signed prints!! I won these in her last contest a Lara a Day and of course, TRAOD Lara with Kurtis’ Chirugai had to be my choice! :D
Thanks also for the fantastic Tomb Raider II print, too! :) My two favourite Tomb Raiders, my first and my last, represented in these prints :) Thank you so much darling! Please stay awesome and keep doing your fantastic art! :)
An artwork I did last year…
It would be a hard choice if you ask me which is my fav part of one piece stories, but the one which Luffy’s crew tried to rescue Nami and her hometown really brought me to tears. (It was already so many years ago though)
57 year old Dizzee and 58 year old Thor getting married in 2016
technically they were already married bc thor proposed when they were 23 but when gay marriage gets legalized dizzee takes this as his turn to propose.
how he does it? i can’t decide but it would either be really artsy and semi dramatic (im thinking a big art piece in their gallery or a sky writer) or really simple while they’re on a walk/date in a park eating chinese food and talking about the stars
do they have a wedding? idk dude it’s one of those things where they either go big or its real simple (but if they do have a big wedding yolanda and adele are planning it)
1. He’s a mural artist, but when he arrived on earth he became quite fond of cartoons and took up the animation side of art. He likes drawing the movement and the expressions. (He’s particularly fond of Phineas and Ferb after Sideswipe suggested it. His fave is Perry.)
2. The reason he gets so grouchy sometimes, especially in social situations, is because he has sensory issues and gets overwhelmed by noise and touch easily.
3. He always sleeps on his back due to his big ear fins.
4. He’s fond of just sitting back and watching documentaries on nature while he draws. It’s soothing, and he really fucking loves turtles now.
5. He’s fantastic with kids. Like even the most aggressive, troublesome little ‘feral’ kids eventually calm down when he’s around. He lets them bite, scratch, hit ect him, but never loses his temper, never yells. He knows what it’s like to be treated like trash by adults, and he's never a dick to kids. He lets them mess up his paint without a fuss, gentle play wrestles with them, and is great at coaxing the timid kids out of their shell. Lil sparklings love both him and Sideswipe.
6. He’s terrified of birds. Like he hates how they can fly and poop on him at any time. He once got swooped by an angry mama bird and ran three blocks screeching. He claims it because of ‘traumatic’ experience at the beach when a flock of seagulls pooped on him, then flew at him because Sideswipe threw a chip at him.
7. Extremely neat, fancy cursive hand writing. Which Mirage finds surprising because usually lower caste bots weren’t taught to write like that.
8. Both he and Sideswipe know old Cybertron because the carers at the youngling center taught it to them when they were young.
9. Art did not come naturally to him. He was always drawn to paint, portraits and drawings. He loved to do it, but was frustrated because he felt like he just was never getting better. He wanted to paint like the artists who created the exceptional pieces in art galleries, but the brush just wouldn’t do what he wanted it to. He almost gave up a couple of times, but Sideswipe shoved him along and now he’s fucking exceptionally talented. He gets annoyed when people say it must come so naturally to him because he worked hard to get to that point god dammit.
10. He likes watching makeup tutorials on Youtube. Especially eyebrows, contouring, and highlighting, which he, of course, incorporates into his own wax job so he shines even more.