I wasn’t sure if I wanted to submit this since it’s just a quick sketch I did yesterday because I felt lazy af to continue with the portfolio… But LOOK at those leg’s tendons. They are my pride and joy.
Oh god….I found old art of my old AU fliptale. I am slightly cringing at how cheesy I was lmfao. And then I’m also slightly wanting to redesign the au and draw some art of it but I haven’t a clue if anyone would be interested in that at all. (This art was done in mspaint at an old job I had lol to explain the massive difference from my art now)
Okay but like…AU where Keith is a writer on the side. Sci-fi books are his JAM and he has a ton of old classics in his shack…they were actually what inspired him to pursue a career as an astronaut.
After Keith joins the Garrison, he doesn’t have a lot of time to read or write anymore. Then Shiro disappears on the Kerberos mission, and Keith gets kicked out of the Garrison–and suddenly books are his only friends again. Keith takes up a bullshit job to support himself, and he spends his off-hours reading. He escapes his grief through stories for a while–but Shiro is starting to leak into his fantasy worlds. He appears in the faces of the protagonists. His spirit is echoed in the characters’ determination; their valor; their loyalty.
On his way home from work Keith passes the Garrison, and a long stretch of canyon. This one punk keeps coming out to the valley at night and tagging the rocks; one night Keith decides he’s seen one-too-many spray-painted blue lions and he kind of snaps. He rides home, rips open a notebook, and writes until his hand cramps up.
Keith makes up a story about the shadow he sees on the roof of the Garrison late at night; a freshman, he decides, and a conspiracist. The graffiti lions on the canyon walls are actually runes, leading the way to an ancient underground weapon. His red bike becomes a robot lion. There are aliens in this world: Keith writes himself a reality wherein Shiro finds his way home in an alien escape pod.
In this story, Keith can fight back. In this story, Keith isn’t alone. In this story, Shiro isn’t dead. It’s silly, and Keith would never show his notebook to anyone, but the fantasy makes life a little easier.
I'm your new neighbor, and for the last month , I have received several of your cat and gardening magazines. And today I received a damaged open package from a jumpy delivery boy, and I am just wondering if you ordered these guns and should I move soon. AU
I need some ShieldShock since Emma is inundating my feed with pantsless Chris Evans.
Word Count: 490
Tags: No Powers AU, Lumberjack!Steve, Meet-Cute
A/N: Shameless self-indulgence on my part. This is bearded lumberjack Steve who reads Jane Austen. But if I can’t have this in fanfiction, where can I have it?
Darcy would be lying if she said she didn’t like it when the loggers came through. Ever since she was old enough to appreciate the male form, she liked to hang out at the diner where they frequented. Just to catch a glimpse of all that muscle in flannel shirts.
This wasn’t to say that every single one who came through looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model…but some did.
Like the one sitting all by his lonesome at the end of the bar. Coincidentally beside the only empty stool in the whole place. He was sculpted in the likeness of Adonis. With a red flannel checkered shirt and jeans that were obviously made especially to adorn his perfect ass.
Oh and his perfectly shaggy beard. Let’s not forget the beard, shall we?
And to top it all off, he was reading a book.
So he was basically porn on two legs. Unbutton a few buttons, and he’d be on the cover of those romance novels she loved reading so much. She didn’t care which buttons. Just pick a few and unbutton them.
“This seat taken?” she asked, drawing his attention.
He turned to look at her with blue eyes so deep they probably housed things yet undiscovered by the scientific community. “Not yet.”
“Mind if I do?”
“Not at all.” He dog-earred the page of the book, which made Darcy cringe a little, but it was his book, he could do what he wanted with it.
“You come here often?” he asked, grinning widely. She could swear his teeth sparkled.
She shrugged. “Depends.”
“If there are people like you here…”
“People like me?” He glanced around at the other patrons. The implication was obvious. People like him were a dime a dozen.
Darcy was out to prove him wrong on that.
“Yeah…people who work as loggers and yet read…” She turned his book slightly to center the title. “Pride and Prejudice in greasy spoon diners….oh my god.” Darcy looked up into his eyes. “Are you even real?” She reached out to poke his shoulder. “Or did I dream you up?”
He laughed. “It’s for a class, actually…I’m taking online classes…trying to finish out my bach degree…no offense, but this isn’t my cup of tea.”
Ugh. Maybe he was too good to be true. He was probably about to start in with why he hated the romance genre and blah blah blah mansplaining.
“Yeah…I liked Emma better? I felt like it really was her better work…”
“Oh? Do tell. I’m Darcy Lewis by the way…” she stuck out her hand.
“Steve Rogers,” he replied, taking it. “Let me buy you a cup of coffee first, because I’m actually planning on writing my end of term paper on this? But I need to bounce some theories off someone who doesn’t have trees on the brain…” he gestured to the man seated on his right.