Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol
Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!
The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.
Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.
Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.
“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”
“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.
Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.
You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.
Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.
Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.
“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.
“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”
“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.
Soon enough, Monday rolled around.
School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.
Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.
You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.
Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.
“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.
“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.
“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.
You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.
Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.
“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.
Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.
But they did. Just your luck.
“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.
“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.
Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.
“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”
Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.
“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”
Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”
“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.
“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”
“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.
“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”
“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.
“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.
“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”
- 6 months later -
Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.
Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.
“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”
“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”
“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”
Look at the boy. Look at him! Cute face with the little buck teeth and small skinny arms that are good for hugs and pats and everything. He run fast! He talk fast! He smile good! He tries his best at everything and I want a self esteem as big as his. Look at that good boy! He’s a happy boy! So pure and full of wonder!!
A good man! Strong! Powerful! Caring! He loves racoons and teleports bread. Very patriotic but loves his friends because they’re a team. He loves his team! He loves his family! He loves America!! He can neck snap bears!! Strong man very caring and goofy but also powerful!!!!
He is a pure child! Doesn’t want to hurt anybody but it’s not his fault. He doesn’t know what he’s doing; just wanna help!! He makes warm fires! Always happy. Always a good boy in my heart. Look! He has!! A poof!!! He wants to stay warm and he is a good warm boy inside. Good child!!
LOOK. He happy!! He pure!! Albeit drunk a few times, he’s still a good guy at heart! Would give you a hug if you’re sad! Energetic and understanding plus wants you to have a good day all day everyday!!!! A good good man! Can turn his entire body into an alcohol converter and very smart. Made his own bombs!! Smart!!! Lookie!!! He will get his job back! He will be with his friends! He will be with his family and he loves his family!!! A good man!!
He has! A good heart! Loves family! Loves friend! What if someone hurt friend?? HE CRUSH LIKE LEETLE BABY because he loves them!! Strong and kind. Gives Sandvich to those that are hurt. Respects others! Smart!! A good man!!! Doesn’t understand petty game when you can just smash everything and win like that. Good!! He finds other ways to win a game instead of just one that is efficient!! A good and smart man!!!!
A good man! Very patient and soft. Hard worker! Very patient! Smart man and knows how to build things!! Soft!!! Reads stories to make Pyro happy. A good man at heart! Short and cute too!!! Lookie him!!! He has his goggles up!! He is reading a story nice and soft!! I want him to read me cute child stories before bed!!! Nice man!!!!!
He is!! A man!! Of science!! Smart and does experiments; very curious indeed. Baboon babies! He smile! He smart! He trick satan!! He frees friends from sin. He hold baby! He has family! He saves Sniper!!! A good man! A science man!! Looks evil but is really good inside!! Has feelings; pls don’t hurt them. He loves his birds!!
HE HAS!! GOOD BODY!! He got shot but lived because he’s the most dangerous man on the island!!! A true sniper; takes the shot. He saves friends! He saves family! Nice hair; nice scars!!! Can headshot good and has respect. A professional!!!
Always! Looking! Good! Can disguise. Can lie. Can seduce. He taught his son how to date!! A good man! Can hide quickly and loves children. Loves children!!! A good man at heart and good actor. Best actor!!
MODES MODES MoDEs and lets make everything blend and ooOHH lots of chords yes yes many chords buT WE OVER-COMPLICATE EVERYTHING
one melodic idea aND THEN WE TEAR IT APART WITH OUR FUGUES AND CONTRAPUNTAl and ornaments. homophonic? try poly. jumpscare dyNAMics and we have no pauses you keep playing till you die
e v e n s i m p l er! one melody and all the lesser important parts below it. and wE SLOWLY FAde intO DYNAMICs. piano! orchestra!??!!! PIANO!!!!!!! OMFG ITS A PIaNO!!!! ew harpsichord whoa moZART
acccceelerando nO WAIt i want ritardandoooOO jokes. so free! so emotional! the tears and the feels uGH. REVOLUTIONS AS WELL. why's this orchestra so pathetic lETS ADD 784 NEW INSTRUMENTS!! and i want it to be so hard no one can play it
a boop bap dap and a dippity do lookie do its jazz! and yes that accidental is meant to be there. also ignore the septuplets just play with it. also i wonder what happens if we hit different instruments. ok that soup bowl is now a percussion instrument. anD EVERYTHING IS SO COMPLEX HAHA PEASANTS SUFFeR!!
bo oop bOp bIP BIEEEEEEEEP dInK!!!!(\(!!(!!$(($ DINK DINK DINK Dndfy *cats meowing harshly* *car crashes into house* NYEEEAAAAAAAAHHJHhhHHH
(I play as a CN half-elf sorcerer named Dante, my friend plays a CG gnome druid named Tiktik. Earlier in the session, Dante had been trying to seduce a local NPC maiden, and Tiktik had used prestidigitation to turn his hair pink. Now we are in a dungeon and the light has gotten too dim for our human monk and ranger to see)
Me: Is there anything around to make into a torch?
DM: No, just some pebbles on the ground, too small to use as lights.
Me: ok, I want to cast it on Tiktik.
DM: Light doesn’t work on living things.
Me: ok, I cast it on her leather armor.
DM: *snickers* ok, I’ll allow it. Tiktik’s armor is now glowing with soft light that illuminates the cooridors enough that your companions can see now.
Dante: Oh lookie! A walking torch! Now we don’t have to carry one. Be a good lantern and light the way.
Tiktik: *casts prestidigitation to make Dante entirely pink*
Y/N is in a interview alongside Chris Evans, during so it’s revealed that she’s never gone to Disneyland and Chris can’t fathom the idea. Being the gentleman that he is, he vows to take you to Disneyland because… everyone should go at least once in their life.
Y/n smile as her nerves tempt to get the best of her, James Corden is slowly making his way down the sofa, asking both fan and random questions that he found. Chris Evans was the first to go, answering the obvious questions. “What does he think about the new direction Cap is going? Does he see a real love interest with Agent 13 and Cap? How many dogs does he own? Is he more a dog man or cat man?”
Y/N watched Chris answer the questions with enthusiasm and nervousness, he smiled too much and struggled to convey what he truly meant sometimes. However as James cards of question dwindled down, she knew it was close to being her turn. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem but she was late for rehearsals and had no clue what she would be asked.
The English talk show host starts off simple, “where was she born, what was her favorite subject” and as the questions progress they become different in nature, some personal others ridiculous. It’s the second to last question that gets a reaction she didn’t expect.
“Now, Y/N, is it true that you’ve never been to Disneyland?” Some of the audience members gasp with shock as James finishes his question.
“Y'know, we could’ve planned this out a bit better,” she starts once she’s buckled and seated, “Or you could’ve just sent me like – an apology letter, or somethin’ – that might’ve sufficed.”
From the corner of her eye, she can see him pout his lip out at her, his arm swinging around the back of her seat so he can back out of the parking spot, “There’s no fun in that. Thought this would be more from the heart, and figured you deserved it – really – I know you probably didn’t fancy the sight of me – y'know –”
summary: basically, reader writes poems about Jughead, and gets drunk one day and he reads them and yep.
warnings: might be like a swear or two? like underage drinking and stuff , my writing in general.
a.n: you guys should tell me if I should write this as a series, because I didn’t go too much into detail with stuff and that irks me honestly.
It all began with Y/n’s best friend Jughead telling her that he was going to go on a date with his girlfriend. She shouldn’t get this sad over him so she decided to do something she thought she would end up regretting the day after. She called up the clubbing gang, as she’d dubbed them to do exactly that, go clubbing.
“Any reason as to why you want to go clubbing? Perhaps it has to do with a certain gloomy beanie wearing boy?” Veronica asked her.
Not even in her wildest days of partying and drinking had she thrown up in so many different places all around the city as she had over the last two weeks. It was definitely one of the not-so-pleasant sides of pregnancy.
However, she kept reminding herself that she wanted this. She had made this decision and now she would have to deal with it.
And if she had to deal with it then Harry had to deal with it, too.
coming soon! in the meantime you can catch up here.
Puchichoko Vol.2 and to be very honest, I almost wanted to forego this one because I wasn’t sure if I reaaally wanted the Chuya but screw it, any Chuya is good Chuya and calling out to my soullllll~ And since I was thinking the rest of the bbies are included in this volume, so here I am opening a box split for this.
Plus it’s on my birthday month so I got giggly ohoho
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It's not about markiplier being nonwhite, it's about him supporting a racist and antisemite. It's not about lemonteaflower being nonwhite, it's about them drawing racism and child pornography to the extent that they got deleted BY Tumblr staff for it. I understand the good behind your sentiment, and yes nonwhite artists and creators should be supported, but not when they are shitty human beings.
Oh no, a man defended his friend out of naivety rather than out of actual malice. How dare he have one black mark on him after year and years of donating to charities and doing all sorts of other good things.
Also, again. This shit was all when LTF was a kid. She was drawing porn of characters that were the exact age she was PLUS, it was years ago and she has apologized for it all.
And even if they were actual bad people. One is literally just doing a voice(barely even that, because the character only speaks in sobs), and the other was just a storyboarder. You want to punish the entire crew of the show for things that have no connection to them whatsoever. You want to punish a bunch of Latino people for things they never even did.
And it is because they’re Lainto You don’t have to bullshit with me. I don’t see you all talking about how we need to boycott Steven Universe because Matt Burnett likes loli, or because Rebecca Sugar used to draw Ed Edd n’ Eddy porn(hey looky, minor characters). You just want to prevent Latino artists from gaining any sort of success. You’re transparent as fuck.
As of 18.11.2016 the comission prices are updated as follows; (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
Bust ~~~~> 10$
Full Body ~~~~> 15$
Color ~~~~> 10$
Additional Character* ~~~~> 10$
*Please be aware that different versions of the same character count as separate characters.
the Comission process:
[0. Check if my Comissions are open :P]
1. Decide what you want me to sketch.
2. PM me about the comission. Send refs. I’ll calculate the price.
3. I will begin working as soon as I’ll receive the money on my Paypal. I will PM you the adress so no worries.
4. It should take me 3 - 4 weeks tops to complete your comission, and may be faster or longer depending on the complexity of the picture and the references I have. I’ll probably send you at least one WIP during the process.
5. After I finish, I will send you the finished piece privately. That’s the part where you can ask for small fixes,
6. Then, with the picture 100% done, I will PM it again and post it on my blog!
Note: Feel free to ask me about your comission anytime you want, just please don’t spam me. Also, remember that drawn refs are always better than descriptions!
I DRAW anime characters, furries, androids, Pokemon, etc…
I DON’T DRAW nsfw, backgrounds, gore, and very kinky stuff…
- He becomes a successful business man when he’s older. He was originally supposed to take on his father’s business, but before his father passed, the business went straight into the ground. He sorted out that mess and started his own which turned out well. (originally i wanted him to be really bad at math but i feel as if that wouldn’t make much sense considering how much i love this successful businessman hc???? idk)
- moves to the big city. He needed to expand his business so he relocated himself somewhere busier
- He has almost 100 pairs of those really fancy pointy shoes. Just stacked in his closet. He wears a different pair everyday.
-He never grows out of his pig phase. Even when he’s an adult, there’s still a piggy somewhere. Like whenever i draw him he has a piggy brooch. He still cherishes his piggy bank and keeps it on display.
- When he grows older he gets a full-sized, completely functional replica made of his small little car with the pig on the hood.
- Switches between contact lenses and his glasses
- develops a bit of a potty mouth in the future
- doesn’t end up marrying/ having kids because he’s afraid he’ll become neglectful like his father was to him. He’s too busy!!!!!!
- feels the need to smell nice all the time. There are bottles of cologne all over his house.
- wears brown or black eyeliner cuz it makes his eyes appear larger. he usually doesn’t wing them because it takes a lot of time and he’s always rushin. he only wings it when he feeling spi cy
- Keeps random objects from everyone because they hold good memories.
- takes bubble baths constantly. has a rubber piggy that acts as a rubber ducky
-Eventually grows out of his ‘mine’ phase but still occasionally nabs things when no one looky (blus he still wants the US stock market lowkey soooo)
- tried to run for mayor in lazytown but no one let him lol stinge n o
First off, let me say your work amazes me. I'm particular grateful for the makeup info as I have very similar coloring to Cait and it's tricky to get a natural look without looking like Dracula has had his way with me. The Tom Ford sunglasses Cait is wearing in the latest pic look very similar to a pair I have seen Sam wear. I'd have to think about which pic, but I'm sure he has a very similar pair. What do you think?
Oh I’m really not sure love, you’d have to find the picture of Sam and send it to me so I can have a lookie loo. And thank you so much for the sweet words, I’m very grateful her makeup artist replies and posts as much info as possible on Cait’s looks the morning after an event. I’m a redhead so I too have very pale skin and totally understand not wanting to look like one of the murder victims on CSI. I find blusher to be my best friend on that regard, so many people are terrified of it, meanwhile I’m like more more, I need to look remotely alive! Though I have yet to find a concealer for my under eyes that is lighter than my foundation. Even the 01 Ivory’s look terribly orange on me.
She was starving. How long has is been since she last ate? It was the Nome, wasn’t it? That’s the last thing she ate.
It didn’t satisfy her.
The child doubled over, clutching at her abdomen. The hunger pains got worse by the second. She needed to eat something.
The only thing in reach or at least near her was the woman’s body just a few feet away. She wasn’t dead, just seemed to be in a bit of shock.
She was perfect prey.
Six slowly stalked up to her mother’s body. She was being controlled by her hunger. Invisible puppet strings pulled her forward and voices in her head were telling her to feed. Tear the woman apart with her teeth, just like she did to the Nome.
She towered over her mother’s throat, teeth bared like an angry animal. One bite and it would be over. She wouldn’t be hungry anymore. And her mother would be gone.
One bite is all it would take.
Why…why couldn’t she take a bite?
It would be so easy. Her mom would finally be dead.
So why couldn’t she take one simple bite?
Six whimpered and collapsed onto her knees. She wrapped her arms around her stomach in a vain attempt to stop the sharp pains. Tears stung in her sapphire eyes, pricking painfully like hot needles.
Weakly, the malnourished child crawled underneath one of her mother’s arms and curled up against her chest.
She never had gotten that close to her mom before. For nine years, this is what she was waiting for. To be loved and to feel her mother’s body. Of course, her mom was barely conscious, or maybe she was unconscious. She didn’t know. But her mom wasn’t caring for her. She never would. It was a delusion to the yellow clad child.
Six screwed her eyes shut, nuzzling close to her mom. Her stomach felt like it was being stabbed and the pain only continued to increase as she tried to contain her hunger.
She knew that she should eat. She was starving, but couldn’t get herself to tear into her own mother’s flesh.
So, Six laid there, huddled up close against her mom.
The Lady’s eyes snapped open.
How long had she been out? Her skin was stinging, but not as much as it was before. She began to sit up.
And then she heard a noise from down below her.
Six, her /daughter/, was laying right beside her, curled up into a ball.
The Lady screamed in anger, grabbed the little girl by the hood, and threw her into the wall.
Six whimpered when she heard her back pop. She tried to push herself up, but she was too weak with hunger. So she just laid there, writhing on the floor.
“/You/,” The Lady spat, “You ruined all of this, you worthless brat!”
She grabbed Six again, lifting her to eye level.
“You made a mistake. You’re /mine/ now.”
The Lady smirked underneath her mask. She couldn’t wait to make the girl pay for everything she had done. She was going to torture her until-
They Lady’s eyes widened.
Her grip loosened and Six fell to the floor.
She stared up at nothing in particular. That word. That simple word cleared the haze in front of her eyes. Even after all of the horrible things she’s done, her mind cleared so easily.
She hated the child. She was the reason why The Maw was falling apart, but… God, how long has she waited for that moment? The moment she could hold her sweet baby girl again.
The Lady knelt down and scooped her daughter into her arms. The tiny girl’s body was quaking, and her small hands gripped at her mother’s robes. She was crying.
“Shhh… Shhh…” The Lady cooed in such a gentle voice, “It’s ok… I got you…” She was cradling her little daughter in her arms, rocking her back and forth to try and soothe her.
Six’s vision was obscured by tears and a snow of white that blurred everything around her. Every inch of her body hurt, but she somehow managed to smile weakly. She nuzzled her head up against her mother’s arms and curled up. It was warm.
It felt nice to finally be held so gently.
The Lady raised one hand and slipped her mask off, tossing it to the side. She kissed her daughter’s forehead, smiling when the flow of Six’s tears began to stop.
And in that moment, she held her daughter for the first time in forever.