Hello guys, what up? haha yea so uhm you know how I´m trying to earn my own money and try not to depend on my parents, well the thing is the business is slow. I had an expo last weekend and it was great for me i get the chance to pay some school stuff, but some friends of mine recommended me to participate in an important expo that would guarantee a huge success, which is in May. Sadly it costs alot to be there. I managed to get it cheaper with some friends but I´m still low on money. So here comes the S.O.S. message:
~EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS ~
Simple doodle - $ 3 dlls
Clean sketch - $ 5 dlls
Lineart - $10 dlls
Full colored image - $ 20 dlls
Character ddesign - $ 30 dlls
Icons - $ 5 dlls ( SPECIAL 2X1 )
Reference Recommended, but not required (It’d help me out a lot)
No mechas or vehicle
Facebook: Zonny Brown
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org me so we can work out the details! Paypal (Invoice) ONLY.
I know this is alot of a hazzle but it would really mean for me, even if you cant commission me, at least spread the word.
So far my goal is $200 dlls ( that includes the cost for the expo and my new material for art such as plastic bags, money for prints and other artistic supplies )
Today, I was at the Japan Expo, which is a huge convention in France about manga, anime, comics, video games and Kpop. I was hanging out around the stands of two Kpop stores and one of them was playing a Kpop MV medleyon a screen. I was watching the medley, singing along with my friends and other fans, happily watching few seconds of some of my favorite groups’ MVs.
When ‘TopDog’started playing, I was really happy because I knew that it was the only ToppDogg MV I would be able to see. But I couldn’t even enjoy these few seconds, because a group of ARMYs starting screaming for BTS, covering completely the sound of one of my favorite songs. What the fuck?! At least five BTS MVs were played during this medley and the two stores kept playing BTS songs throughout the whole day. You couldn’t shut up for just a few seconds?!
And it wasn’t just during ToppDogg’s MV. These groupies kept screaming for BTS while other MVs from other groups were playing. Does the word ‘respect’ mean nothing to you? I couldn’t enjoy some of my favorite songs because some girls absolutely needed to see only BTS on the screen!
Don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying all ARMYs are like this. Of course not! I consider myself as an ARMY now and I’m friends with a lot of ARMYs who are lovely people. This is aimed to all the Kpop fans who need to see their faves everywhere, all the time, not caring about other groups. Can’t you just shut the fuck up for a few minutes? I was trying to enjoy a few seconds of my favorite group but no, you had to scream for yours!
Also, at this convention, I was wearing a ToppDogg hoodie and my French ToppKlass t-shirt, and some Kpop fans kept looking down on me. There was nothing wrong with my attitude, I was actually pretty quiet, not doing much, so I can only assume it was because of how I was dressed. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why do you have to give me dirty looks for wearing clothes representing my favorite group when you are doing the exact same thing? Is it because I like a group that isn’t as popular as yours? Then fuck off.
I don’t like iKon. But did I give dirty looks to the girls who were wearing iKon masks? No. Because I don’t judge people for their taste in music. You like iKon? That’s fine. You wanna wear their mask? Perfect, that’s great! I actually encourage that! Show to the world who you love but don’t fucking disrespect others because they don’t like the same thing as you do!
When a BTS MV was playing on the screen, did I scream for ToppDogg, covering the whole song so that you couldn’t listen to it? No. Because I respect other fans who want to enjoy watching their favorite group on TV.
This was my first time going to the Japan Expo and I had a great time until these groupies pissed me off. Learn some respect, dammit!
An important sign at the expo: “Please be aware that these cages are NOT the full time residences of these animals, they are in the smaller containers so that they might be transported here and put on display for your close up viewing.”
Reptile expos aren’t just for buying and selling. There’s a lot you can learn at one and I think it’s great they had an adult Burm (15'8") there for people to see what those pretty little babies grow up like. Seeing these animals up close promotes responsible ownership- hearing “they get big” and seeing one for yourself are two very different things! Remember when you see show pictures: those small spaces are NOT their homes. They’re just temporary space.
Based on “Heaven” by Bryan Adams (Yes I know the song wasn’t out in the 1940s, just go with it)
Warnings: fluff, angst, angst, angst, fluff, death
All credit goes to Marvel and Bryan Adams
Word Count: 2.9k
had just gotten his orders, and he stared down at them with a look of remorse.
How was he going to tell her? He shook his head and stuffed them in his pocket,
looking at the clock. It was time to meet Steve at the Stark Expo and he was
hoping he could help Bucky with how to tell Y/N. He grabbed his uniform and
pulled it on, placing his cap on his head and looking at himself in the mirror.
He let out a deep sigh and off he went.
Only to find Steve being beat up in
an alleyway. Bucky grabbed the guy, pulling him off Steve and giving him a
harsh shove. “Pick on someone your own size,” he turned to Steve, who was
working on getting off the ground. “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.”
“I had him in the ropes,” he looked
at the papers in his best friend’s hand. “You got your orders?” Steve asked, a
look on his face that Bucky couldn’t quite read.
“107th. Sergeant James
Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow. I haven’t told her yet,
Steve. I don’t know how. It’d crush her.”
“You’re going to have to tell her
tonight, Buck. Go now, saying goodbye to her is more important than this expo.”
Bucky pursed his lips. Steve was right, he had to say goodbye to her. Leaving
without a word would be worse than saying goodbye.
“Don’t do anything stupid until I
get back.” Bucky ordered.
“How can I? Taking all the stupid
with you.” Steve retorted.
“You’re a punk.” Bucky embraced his
friend tightly, secretly not knowing if this was the last time he’d be seeing
Bucky kicked a rock along his way
home, thinking about how he was going to break the news to her. Did he drop it
casually into conversation, hoping his relaxed tone would make her feel
relaxed? Did he show up at her doorstep in his uniform and watch her take it
in? Did he take her on one last date? Did he serenade her? Before he knew it,
Bucky had ended up at her doorstep, but he wasn’t ready to tell her, and he
knew what to do now.
Hesitantly knocking on her door, he
hoped that Y/N wasn’t the one to open the door. His prayers were answered when
Mrs. Y/L/N opened the door, hair curled with an apron around her waist. She
took one look at the man her daughter had fallen in love with, and put her hand
over her mouth and gave him a sad look. “Oh, Bucky…”
“Mrs. Y/L/N, can you tell her to
meet me at the park down on 23rd street in 2 hours? I know how I
want to tell her, and I need your help.”
“Anything for you, hon. Hold on one
second, okay? I’ll be right back,” she rushed off and he heard glasses being
shuffled around as he waited patiently on the doorstep, glancing up to Y/N’s
window, seeing the dim glow of her bedroom. “Bucky, take this,” she handed him a
bottle of champagne. “It’s an important night for you too, a little spirit won’t
hurt, as long as you promise to walk home.” He smiled.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“I’ll have her over to you in 2
hours, and don’t you think of not coming home, you hear? Be safe out there.”
“I’ll always come back for Y/N.” Her
mom gave him a sad smile and she watched Bucky walk away.
Bucky tapped his fingers against his
thigh nervously. He had the blanket laid out next to him with the picnic basket
in one corner, and an ice bucket for the champagne on the other. He had his
music speaker with a special playlist made up in between the two. The park
lights light up the night sky perfectly and it’d be the perfect night if he
didn’t have to tell Y/N he was leaving. He still had no idea how to bring it
up, but he was hoping she’d get the idea when she saw him wearing his uniform.
He didn’t have any more time to think about it before light footsteps caught
Y/N stood before him, wearing a red,
knee length dress with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. She had matching
red heels and lips, and her hair was pinned back. She spoke first, “As much as
I love a man in uniform, I wish it wasn’t because of the reason you’re wearing
Bucky chuckled at her comment and sarcastically
tipped his hat at her. When she laughed back at him, he held out his hand for
her and she gracefully took it. He pulled her into him and she took the time in
his arms to inhale his cologne and memorize every trace of it. He laid his head
on top of hers and breathed in her green apple shampoo. They held each other
like the world was crumbling down upon them, and in some ways, it felt like it.
He pulled apart and pressed play on the radio, the first song playing. ‘Heaven’
by Bryan Adams.
- thinkin’ about all our younger years.
was only you and me,
were young and wild and free.
“Do you remember our first date?”
He asked, taking her hand once more, and placing another hand on her waist, and
they began dancing to the song softly playing.
“Of course! We went dancing and had
dinner at Sam’s Diner. You got a bacon cheeseburger and I got spaghetti. We
shared a Shirley temple.”
“And there was that waiter who
accidentally spilled a coca-cola all over that poor girl behind us.”
“And she stomped on his foot real
hard.” They laughed as they reminisced about old memories. They became silent
for a moment, swaying gently to the music.
nothin’ can take you away from me.
been down that road before
that’s over now.
keep me comin’ back for more.
baby, you’re all that I want
you’re lyin’ here in my arms.
findin’ it hard to believe
“Are you going to be okay without me
here?” He asked softly, feeling her tense up a little in his arms and sniffle
against his shoulder. His heart sunk, knowing that it’d be painful.
“I’ll find a way to be. As long as
you promise to come back.”
love is all that I need
I found it there in your heart.
isn’t too hard to see
- once in your life you find someone
will turn your world around
you up when you’re feelin’ down
- nothin’ could change what you mean to me.
there’s lots that I could say,
just hold me now
our love will light the way.
always come back for my best girl.” They spent the rest of their last night
together, swaying to each song on the playlist and drinking champagne under the
stars, continuing to fondly remember their memories together in the 4 year span
of them dating. It almost made Y/N forget about what would happen the next
It had been 3 months since Bucky had
left for England and he wrote Y/N every day, until she stopped getting letters
4 days ago. She assumed the worst, but forced herself to believe that maybe the
mail boy had messed up and delivered her letters somewhere else.
Her worst thoughts were confirmed
when a lady showed up at her doorstep, holding a file and a folded flag. Y/N hesitantly
opened the door, not sure if she was ready to hear the truth. When she pulled
the door open just enough to slip through and greet the lady, the lady gave her
a sympathetic smile. “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)? I’m agent Peggy Carter, I work for
the U.S. Army.”
Y/N shook her hand as the lady
outstretched hers. “I take it you are here to tell me that James Barnes isn’t
coming home?” Peggy winced.
“I’m very sorry, Ms. Y/L/N. He fell
out of a train and into a deep trench while on a mission with Captain Steve
Rogers. Our men haven’t been able to locate him, but he is presumed passed.”
Peggy looked like she struggled to find the right words, but Y/N was already
biting back tears until something Peggy said caught her off guard.
“Did you just say ‘Captain Steve
Rogers’? As in the tiny, sickly Steve Rogers from Brooklyn?” Y/N quickly wiped
away her tears as Peggy reached into her pocket and pulled out a watch, with a
picture of Steve, who now looked to be over 6 feet tall and, well, ripped.
“Steve and I are in a romantic
relationship, from what Steve has told me, I know how much James meant to you.
I’m so sorry, do you mind if I come in? We can talk over some tea, possibly?”
Suddenly, Y/N realized how cold it
was outside and quickly stepped inside, allowing Peggy to follow her. She went
to the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove, turned the flame on to let it
boil. Y/N turned to her.
“You said Bucky fell out of a train
on a mission? What kind of mission was he on?”
“He, Steve, and the rest of the
Howling Commandos were on a mission to kill the head of HYDRA, the scientific
branch of the Nazis. He was shot, and fell out of the train, he tried to grab
onto a railing so Steve could grab him, but it was too late. We also believe that
he was experimented on by HYDRA, we were hoping whatever they had done to him
would help him survive the fall, but we haven’t been able to locate him. I’m so
sorry.” Y/N suddenly felt sick. She heard the kettle begin to whistle and she was
thankful for the excuse to walk away as her tears began falling. Her Bucky. Her
James. He wasn’t coming home. Y/N poured the tea into 2 mugs and brought them
over to Peggy with some cream, sugar, and lemon slices.
“I wasn’t sure how you wanted your
tea, so I brought everything over.” Peggy thanked her and took a sip, letting
the hot liquid warm her up. She paused as an idea came to her head.
“This may seem crazy, but would you
like to come back to base camp with me? You could see Steve and perhaps you would
feel better being around people who share your grief? I’m sure we could find
work for you, you wouldn’t have to be alone.” Y/N sat back in her seat,
stirring her tea as she contemplated her options. She sighed.
“This may seem crazy, but I think
you have a deal.”
It had been two months since Y/N accepted
Peggy’s offer, and it was the best decision she had made. She and Steve had
bonded more over losing Bucky, and she moved in with Peggy and quickly became
best friends, and the comfort was much needed. She missed Bucky every day, and
working as a nurse, she kept hoping that one of these days, they’d bring Bucky
in on a stretcher, alive and breathing. That day had yet to come.
After one particularly rough day,
Y/N walked in from her station, about to go ask Peggy if she wanted to grab
dinner, when she heard her, sniffling before she could round the corner. Then
she heard Steve’s voice. “Peggy, this is my choice,” there was a pause, and the
sniffling continued. “Peggy,” Steve repeated. “I’m gonna need a raincheck on
that dance.” Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth, tears instantly pooling in her eyes.
No, not him, too. She heard Peggy
inhale a sharp breathe.
“Alright,” her voice was about to
fail her. “A week next Saturday at the Stork Club.”
“You got it.”
“8 o’clock on the dot. Don’t you
dare be late, understood?”
“You know, I still don’t know how to
dance.” Steve had a sense of urgency in his voice.
“I’ll show you how, just be there.”
“We’ll have the band play something
slow,” another pause. “I’d hate to step on your-“ and then all you heard was
static. A choked sob escaped Y/N’s lips as she heard Peggy call Steve’s name,
her voice breaking more and more with each call.
“Peggy.” She turned and looked up at
her best friend, with tears matching hers and Y/N ran over to her and held her
as she cried inconsolably. Y/N held in her tears, trying to remain as calm as
possible for her, but her tears were falling enough for the both of them. Y/N
don’t know how long they stayed like that.
“Hey, Steve, who’s this?” Steve had
taken Bucky back to his old home, to help him remember. Steve turned towards
Bucky, being pulled out of his own search for memories. He saw that Bucky was
holding up a picture of Y/N, and Steve smiled at the young girl, posing for the
picture being taken of her.
“That’s Y/N.” Steve left it at that,
hoping the simple name would ring a bell to Bucky.
“Y/N… she’s pretty. I’m not related
to her, right?” Steve laughed.
“No, do you want to know how you
know her?” Steve asked, earning a slow nod from Bucky. Steve reached into another
box, grabbing a scrapbook and handing it to Bucky, who sat down on the old,
musty couch. The house had been empty for years, aside from some boxes in the
basement. Bucky flipped open the first page and stared at a couple, dancing at
what looked like a party. The girl was laughing and the man holding her was
beaming at her. “Y/N and you dated for four years. When you left for the army,
she was crushed. Peggy went to her door 3 months after you left, to tell her
that you were dead.” Bucky flipped through the rest of the pages, suddenly
remembering the events taking place in the pictures.
“Is she…?” Bucky hesitantly asked.
Steve shook his head, knowing what his friend was implying.
“No, she lives in the same hospice
that Peggy did.”
“Did she ever get married?”
“No, she never wanted to, she was
convinced that you were still out there somewhere because we couldn’t find your
body. She pretty much married her job at S.H.I.E.L.D., but she did adopt a kid,
a young boy, about 7 years old. His parents were killed in a bombing and she
just seemed to connect with him. He died from a heart defect at 34,” Bucky
remained silent. “Do you want to go see her?”
“I don’t think she’d want to see me,
I must’ve put her through hell.”
“You did, but she’s a strong girl,
and you’re all she talks about when I would go and visit Peggy.”
“Bucky was so wonderful, he was quite
the charmer. I think he gives Tony Stark a run for his money as far as ladies go.
Before he met me, of course.” Steve smiled at Y/N. Her personality was still so
full of life at 95 years old, despite her body not being able to keep up with
her. Steve had sat by her for an hour and a half already, letting Y/N talk all
about Bucky, while Bucky sat outside the room, listening to Y/N talk, and as
freaked out as he was getting, everything she said, all the memories she told
Steve (countless times before), Bucky began to remember them all, and he couldn’t
hide the small smile on his face.
“Y/N, I think there’s someone I’d
like you to meet, but I have to warn you, he’s a little rough around the edges,
and he’s a jerk.”
“Punk!” Bucky called out from
outside the room. Steve watched as Y/N heard his voice and she looked at him in
disbelief while he gave her the biggest smile she’d ever seen on him.
“Bucky, come on in. You’ve kept her
waiting so long.” Bucky walked through the door, his heart already swelling at
the sight of the girl he was so in love with all those years ago, he couldn’t
believe that his memories of her was ripped from his mind all those years ago.
“Oh my goodness! Steven Grant
Rogers! You brought him back to me! Although, you forgot a piece, I see.” She
laughed, referencing Bucky’s new metal arm and even the guys couldn’t hold back
their laughter. She looked up at Bucky in awe. “You’re so young!” She didn’t
even notice Steve slip out of the room, smiling to himself at their reunion.
“I may look young, but I’ll have to
remind you that I’m still one year older than you, grandma.” Y/N laughed with Bucky, feeling a warmth that felt so foreign spread through his body as he watched her.
“I knew you were going to come back, and you are so worth the wait, James Buchanan Barnes.” Y/N mumbled, happy tears beginning to fall. Bucky smiled and wiped them away.
“I always come back for you, doll. You’re my best girl.”
Attention everyone ! I’ll be attending MCM Expo / London Comic Con / whatever it’s calledcon on saturday 23rd and sunday 24th or october. Come and meet me there !
I’ll only be there as a visitor
Which means I’m not selling anything obv
I’ll be in London from thursday 22nd to sunday 24th in total (graciously hosted by my wonderful friend @kilimiria ), but will only attend two days on the weekend
Feel free to come and talk if you see me there
How to find me
Has a hat and mildly reddish square hair
Dresses like hobo witch ??
Will most probably be invading @perplexingly and @paticmak ‘s personnal space at their artist table most of the time (come buy things from them ok !!)
Will probably liveblog about my locations so like, just check it out
Will have askbox open for anyone wondering where the fuck I am
How to initiate contact
Method 1 : The Introduction
Stand at average speech distance from me (or closer depending on noise level)
Shoulder tapping, arm touching might be necessary in order to attract attention (don’t abuse it tho, I’m sensitive ok)
Use type-phrase “Hello Juliette, my name’s [insert name], I am [insert url] on tumblr ! How are you/ Nice to meet you / Curse you and everything you stand for “ (pick adequate ending according to your situation)
Method 2 : Secret Code
Stand at uncomfortably short distance of me, preferably from the back
Lean towards ear of your choice
Use one of the following reaction-inducing code phrases :
- “hail Julius Brocalus ” - “Surrender, cylinder” - “face me, Milker Maker” - *irish accent* “General Lamarque is dead” - “Do the math nerdanel, DO. THE. MATH.” - “VIVE LA FRANCE” - “ a red sun rises ” (pause for emphasis, wait for reply) - “ ami, entends tu le vol noir du corbeau sur nos plaines ? ami, entends-tu le cri sourd d’un pays qu’on enchaîne ?” - etc
Method 3 : Challenge
Stand at any geographical point of the con
Scream “HAH I bet tumblr user Cy-lindric can’t quote the entirety of french romantic drama play Lorenzaccio !”
Greet me as I meet you in the pit, eager and vaguely offended
That’s about everything I can say, have fun everyone