i keep thinking about the alternate universe where feel was allowed to exist and so i decided i wanted to draw some kind of modern version of him and then it came out almost exactly the same just with some more red so i also made a riders thing based off some of the concept art from that game because i dont know it seemed like a cool idea
i was gonna do some kind of boom design too but then i realized i had no idea how to go about doing that so maybe some other time i dunno probably not actually
…this was only going to be a tiny little second scene for @inediblesushi‘s and @beardysteve‘s Steve Rogers art robin hood AU, so I don’t really know how we ended up at like 3k words, but
HERE WE ARE, SO.
Bucky definitely wasn’t supposed to be here. The gallery had
closed hours ago. The lights had been shut off, only the emergency lighting illuminating
the floor. The security system, the cameras, were turned on, the doors were securely locked–or they had been until Bucky had arrived.
But Steve had specifically mentioned this gallery that night at the fundraiser. Not in a positive way. It was private, entry by
invitation only, the art locked away for the same bright and beautiful (rich) people
that had made up the fundraiser invitees. Steve’s eyes had flashed anger
when he’d described it to Bucky.
When Steve had talked about the pieces, though, hidden away from the public who should be enjoying them, Bucky’s arm
tucked against his side, his voice had been deep, passionate, half-way in love.
"I'm too sober for this." (a Stranger Things drabble, with Dad!Hop, Eleven, and some Joyce, of course).
So. Apparently, I write Stranger Things drabbles now. I don’t even know how *that* happened, lol.
Season 2, Episode 9. Let’s just pretend this is what happened, okay? I mean, are we really supposed to believe our baby El didn’t have some actual feminine assistance perfecting her look for the Snow Ball?
100 more words of Shae’s wishful thinking, hahaha.
the confines of the Byers’s living room muttering to himself, wondering what
the hell was taking so long. The boys
had left half an hour ago. Jonathan
because he’d been roped into taking pictures for this shindig and Will because,
well. He wasn’t sure about Will’s
reasons for leaving so early, but all that was beside the point. Joyce and the kid had been in that bathroom
for God knows how long, his ulcer was acting up again, they were definitely
late, and damn.
El smiled shyly at his shell-shocked expression.