the colouring is really shitty sorry

@sanjuno Hi. This is for you.

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🌺Jikook soulmate!au

 🌺social media version-8/? 

 When you turn 17, a tattoo that represents your soulmate appears on your skin. The amount of colours is proportional to the love your soulmate has for you. (Based on my post. When I’ll be done with my exams I’ll write a proper fanfic.)

OUT OF TOWN GIRL

Request: Can you do an imagine based on Justin’s song “Out Of Town Girl” ? 😊

I really had writers block for this one. And writers block usually leads to shitty imagines. I’m so sorry if this one isn’t what you wanted. But I swear I tried!

I also incorporated a little bit of ‘Confident’ into it since it does have a little to do with being foreign.

The whistle of a tune dragged on, so familiar to my ears. My ears that were currently occupied with the drowning sound of screaming - barely legal - adults, chugging there drinks while looking for a ‘good time’. 

The lights shining from the corners of the room, illuminating a brightly fluorescent colour around the room was really the only thing breaking this place from complete darkness, yet people still found themselves stumbling about as if they could not see what was in front of them properly.

But that was because they really couldn’t see what was in front of them, but the dim light wasn’t to blame, it was the alcohol flooding there systems. Gee, people in LA where much different to people were I was from.

Back at home, the clubs were pumping and high with energy, but the vibes given out were usually friendly and welcoming. The clubs down here really gave me a sense of uneasiness, like if caught off guard at the wrong time, you would more then likely be kidnapped by one of the many bulky and mysterious looking guys in the club.

Like the one I was currently starring at. I mean, this guy didn’t even look like he was here to have a good time. In fact, he looked as if he were here strictly for business. The way he presented himself was intimidating. 

Shaved down hair, buzzed all around, a beard scruffy but short presented amongst his face. The tight, black tee he sported showing off his bulging muscles underneath, tensed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

He did not look like a force to be reckoned with.

Yet still, women too skinny to keep there liquor down walked past the man, giggling up with giddy eyes. As if there attempt to act cute would draw his attention over, but the man didn’t even spare them a glance. 

What would a man like that be doing in here anyways?

 As if reading my thoughts, the guys eyes wandered over to mine, causing me to instinctively whip around in my bar stool seat and glance the other direction. It wasn’t until a couple seconds later I found myself looking back at him, that I realised the reason he had spotted me wasn’t off pure luck, but rather, a cute, toned boy next to him was pointing him in my direction.

The large guy nodded, as if approving of something and that’s when panic  settled inside me. I had only been in the country for a whole of a week and I was already about to be kidnapped! 

Jesus take the wheel!

But before I could plan my escape in my head, the boy from earlier - the smaller one who had pointed me out - came strutting over and placed himself on the bar stool besides me.

The bartender was at his side in seconds, seeming as if the boy was a highly respected man. “A corona.” The boy commanded the bartender. 

It wasn’t until then, his face seemed to click in my head. The way he dressed, the similar features, his signature now shaved haircut. The ‘boy’ was none other then world wide pop sensation - Justin Bieber. And lets not mention he was staring right back at me.

“Miss? Another drink?” The sound of another bartenders voice had me wandering back to reality, confidence striding up in my system after seeing Justin stare at me with amusement in his eyes. “Yes, a sex on the beach for me.” I requested. “And put it on his tab.” 

The bartender glanced over at Justin, as if making sure it was alright. Justin seemed stunned, but nonetheless smirked and nodded.

“My tab?” Justin questioned from beside me, thanking the bartender who had retrieved his drink. “How do you know I have a tab?” 

“Don’t all you celebrities have one?” I spoke thick in my foreign accent. I seemed so out of place surrounded by all these Americans.

“Your accent.” He pointed out. “Your not from here are you?”

I shook my head vigorously, lifting my leg in its tight dress to cross it over the other. “No.”

“I like it.” He comments. “Where you from?” 

“Australia. Born and raised baby.” I spoke proudly, as if expressing my nationality would bring me more confidence. “But my parents are Lebanese.”

“An Australian - Arabic? That’s really different.” He stated, pausing for a few seconds before adding “I like different.” 

The smirk on my face was undeniably there, as I sipped the contents of my sex on the beach. I was quick to drown the cup, not realising that the entire time - Justin had been watching me.

“I heard you Australians like your alcohol, but can you all hold it down that well?” 

“Depends.” I smirked. “We all love a good beer, but hand us a vodka and we’ll be rolling on the floor.” 

Justin looked intrigued, obviously finding something about me worth talking about. But I was just getting started at this club and sitting around all night was not on my bucket list. 

“Speaking of floor, time to hit the one right over there.” I stood from the seat, readjusting my dress around my hips before making my way over to the crowded dance floor. 

I hadn’t known if Justin had said anything after that. The second I stood to walk away, all noise was drowned out by the music. The dance floor was flooding with drunk men and women. Some girls grinding up against other guys, sometimes the other way around. Hell! Some girls were grinding against other girls! It was chaos but just my type of party.

It wasn’t long before I had become one of those many girls. As I made my entrance on the dance floor, it took me a matter of 15 seconds to grab hold the attention of a hot drunken guy and began grinding my ass against him.

His hands slowly fell down to grasp my hips, squeezing the flesh as I bounced against him to the beat. He seemed to be enjoying my show a lot more then I’d thought considering the hard on I felt poking against my back but I mean, I wasn’t complaining. 

A hot guy in need of some relief? I’ll take it.

But yet suddenly, the feeling of the guy was stripped from my skin, leaving me dancing on my own. Tet I didn’t think much of it. A group of girls had joined me, and instead of being bummed about the loss of contact behind, I just decided to enjoy what was in front. 

All until I felt yet another presence behind me. The person slid there hands down my body, pushing my hips against there own, my back against there chest but I knew this wasn’t the previous guy. This one had a much firmer grip and seemed more manly.

“Tryna get away baby girl?” The voice growled in my ear. 

Justin.

 A smirk played against my face at his words, he obviously couldn’t get enough, so why not put on a show? 

My body twisted in his grasp, hands roaming his body as his flustered face came into view. One leg lifted, wrapping around his waist, the other stood on the ground. He wasted no time in pulling me closer, with one hand gripping the thigh around his waist.

“Why?” I questioned. 

“Why what?”

“Why out of all people are you here in this club with me? Look at all these pretty girls around you, what’s so interesting about me?” I just couldn’t help but wonder.

“I honestly don’t know. When you walked by you were the only one who caught me eye.”

Something about him made me giddy and I smiled up at him. Not a smirk. A genuine smile.

He starred down on me, admiring my face for a few moments and I just couldn’t help but do the same to him. He seemed so intrigued and it honestly confused me. I was different yes, but not special.

“I don’t even know your name and I already love your smile.” He whispered against my ear. 

“Well, It’s Y/N.” 

He smiled. “Y/N.” 

It fell of his tongue so gracefully. His own accent making it sound so unique.

“Well Y/N, In case you don’t know - I like an out of town girl.”

“Yeah?” I questioned. 

“Yeah.” He confirmed. “And anyone can tell that your an out of town girl.”


I hope its good enough…

Worth It

Request - Dan x reader - having a kid (that painful part)

A/N: I’m making this fic working off of 3 hours of sleep because lately that’s all I get. There was an anon before this, but that one will be up later this week (probably) because it will most likely be longer. Sorry for the lack of fanfic I’m trying to make everything more organized so I apologize if you have requested something and I still haven’t written it.

Word Count: 1, 158

Warnings: Swearing, child birth? (not sure if that needs a warning but just saying)

Your POV

“Dan my water broke.” You stare at the wet puddle at your feet, then stare into your husband’s eye in shock.  

“I’m sorry you what?” Dan asks, staring back at you with the same shocked face. 

“My water broke." 

"OKAY WE NEED TO GET THE BABY BAG, AND OUR OVER NIGHT BAG….WHERE’S THE KEYS TO THE CAR Y/N?” Dan hurries around your house searching for the things you needed.  

“Well you left it somewhere random, so I left it near the front door.” You answer, Dan stopping in his tracks and running towards the front door. 

“ALRIGHT LET’S GO”  

You sit down on the couch to put on your shoes but you can’t get passed your giant stomach.

 "Fucking…I can’t reach my feet.“ You laugh a bit, looking up at Dan with puppy dog eyes. "Can you help?” You say smiling. 

“God dammit Y/N.” Dan sits down on the floor and unties your shoes for you. After he slides them onto your feet he gets up and kisses your forehead gently. “You ready?”

“No." 

"Okay, let’s go then.” He chuckles as he grabs your hands and helps you off the couch. Dan opens the front door to the house and you take a look outside. It’s pitch black, only street lights and the moon illuminating the darkness. Dan runs towards the car, dropping all the bags off in the back seat, then going back to the front door to help you walk. You waddle next to the car, and swing open the door. Finally, you sat down in the car, waiting for you panicking husband to get in. 

“Dan hurry up.” You yell, holding your stomach. 

“I’m sorry I was just double checking we had everything.” He sits down, and starts up the car.

“More like triple checked.” You giggle. 

“Shut up, you can never be not…too much prepared?” He sighs and shakes his head. “You know what ignore what I just said. Let’s just go.” He pulls out of the driveway and starts driving to the hospital.  

About halfway to the hospital, your hit with a strong contraction.  

“FUCK” You scream out, holding your stomach.

“Uh what’s going on?” Dan quickly takes glances towards you to make sure you’re okay. 

“C-Contraction." 

"You got this love, just a little longer.” Dan places his hand on your thigh and smiles. You could barely see his face because of how dark it is, but the moonlight was enough to show off his beautiful features.  

“Dan I love you, but don’t touch me right now.” Dan laughs at your comment, and takes his hand away.  

“Sassy.” He chuckles.

 "You feel how bad this pain and tell me you won’t be sassy.“ 

"Touché" 

After what felt like forever, you both finally arrived at the hospital. Dan grabbed your hand, and helped you out of the car while carrying all the baby things. You waddle up to reception, and check in. You arrive in the room, and sit down on the bed. Dan dropped everything onto a chair at the side of the room, and walked beside you taking your hand in his. 

"You okay?” He asks, lifting your hand up and placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You smile up at him, even though you were in pain, Dan always knew how to calm you down. 

“Aside from the horrible pain in my stomach, then yes I’m alright.”  

The doctor walks in and asks you to rate your pain. You answer about a 4, and they check how far along you are.  

“You don’t need to start pushing yet. Were you thinking of getting an epidural?”  

“Um…” Dan looks at you confused, waiting for your answer 

“YES” You say. 

“Y/N you’re terrified of needles." 

"Worth it.” You both laugh and the doctor even giggles a bit too.  

“Alright, see you guys in a few minutes.” They leave the room, and you and Dan are left alone again.  

~Time Skip~

 

“Okay your cervix is at 10 cm. You ready to start pushing?” The doctor slides the glove onto their hand and gets ready at the end of the bed. 

“Yes, oh my god I want this baby OUT OF ME.” Your voice rises after another strong contraction hit you. Dan’s grip on your hand tightens, and runs his free hand through your hair. 

“Everything’s alright love.”
“Ready? Okay push.” The doctor says. You start pushing, groaning out at the pain. 

“Fuck” You feel tears building in your eyes as the doctor tells you to stop. After this process continued for a while, the room has been filled up with your screams. Dan stares at you shocked, and very confused, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen the whole time. You hear cheering, and you look up.

“The baby’s head is out! Okay this part hurts a lot Mrs. Howell, you have to get the shoulders out. Ready?”  

You nod your head and wait for the doctor to tell you to start pushing. You look up at Dan, and he smiles down at you.  

“You’re doing wonderful love, only a bit more to go." 

"Would you like to see Mr. Howell?” The doctor asks. 

“Nope I’m good.” Dan instantly rejects and looks back at you quickly. 

The doctor finally gives you the signal to start pushing, and you scream profanities as you try to push. After the most painful process ever, you hear people’s voices filled with joy. 

“It’s a boy!” The doctor says, holding up the baby slightly to show you. 

You look up to Dan, smiling at him. He leans down to kiss your lips gently, and whispers, “You did it.” Then placing another soft kiss on your forehead. After the doctor cut the umbilical chord, they cleaned up the baby and finally gave him to you.  

“Oh my god he’s beautiful.” You say softly stroking his head while he was in your arms. Dan leans over the bed and holds your baby’s tiny hand with his own big one. You feel a tear roll down your cheek and you look up to Dan, who was also crying. 

“Oh Jesus, am I crying?” He says, taking his hand away from the baby and wiping away a tear. He chuckles and wipes away your tear. “So what shall we name him?” You scoot over in the bed and he sits down on the edge. 

“I don’t know.” You giggle, still taking in your newborn’s features. He had Dan’s gorgeous round, and brown eyes, and he had a little bit of (Your hair colour) hair at the top of his head. 

“We’ll figure it out, but can we make his middle name Phil?” Dan says looking into your eyes.

“Of course.” You smile.

The room goes silent, as you both stare into your child’s eyes for what felt like, the longest time. 

“What about (Choose a name you like)?” You ask. 

“Perfect.” Dan replies, kissing your lips lightly for the billionth time tonight.

A/N: Sorry if this was really shitty. I don’t know how to describe child birth, so I researched a bit while writing this xD

Baby Izumi.

Originally drew this as what i thought Izumis daughter and Mako’s kid would look like, i’ve been drawing a lot of her lately. But my sister pointed out that she looked like baby Izumi if she was a firebender and sorry i forgot her glasses. So yeah i think she does kinda look like Zuko’s kid, and you can guess who i’m implying her mother is…

Also sorry for the shitty colours and messy lines i tried to show the fringe (bangs) without adding too much detail but it ended up looking really messy, i really dont know what im doing.

anonymous asked:

hey, can you give me/link me to any tips on colouring, because I can do lineart and stuff, but my colouring is a bit shitty, also your stuff is really great

uh i don’t really have any links for that kinda stuff really.

my general advice at least is, the more you work with that stuff, the better you get, especially if you use references but like??? idk im bad at type explainations.

sorry i dont have any links D: you might wanna ask some other artists heh

Give It Away

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2726

Warnings: Swearing, sexual connotactions, cocky Bucky… ;)

A/N: So basically I started listening to the song Give it Away by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and all I could think about was Bucky working out. LOL. If you want the whole experience listen to the song while reading I guess. The lyrics are in italics. Also cocky Bucky is my fav and this could potentially like border on douchey for some people.. I don’t know. This’ll probably turn into smut soon so you can see where it’s going. 

So yeah… I feel like this may turn into a series so let me know if you want more! :) Also I haven’t written anything for fun in so long so it’s a bit rusty haha.

Your name: submit What is this?

You were not a morning person. That was quite obvious to the rest of the inhabitants of the tower. You normally crawled out of your room around midday to have a snack and some coffee before heading off to the gym to work out, but not today.

No, today you had woken up at six am sharp to the sound of drilling and yelling. Of course, this had startled you, being new to the tower and the avengers as a whole, and caused you to jump off your bed still in your pajamas – which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and booty shorts – and sprint out your door and down the hall towards the commotion. Expecting an attack you kicked the door to the spare bedroom open, hands at the ready. What you found was Tony Stark wearing protective goggles along with Bruce Banner and a tired looking Scott Lang who was doing all the drilling.

“Oh, Y/N perfect timing! Which paint colour do you prefer? Tavern Taupe or Shiitake?” Tony asked, shoving the two paint chips into your hand as you stared blankly at them, utterly dazed and baffled as to what was going on. Wiping some of the sleep from your swollen eyes, you snapped out of your daze briefly, giving you enough time to grab Bruce’s wrist to look at his watch, your eyes bulging as you read the time.

“Stark! It’s fucking six in the morning!” You yelled, turning around on Tony who looked slightly taken aback at your outburst but then quickly relaxed, his regular smirk plastering over his face. He reached out a hand to console you. 

“I know, I’m sorry, but I really need you opinion on these paint colours-“ 

“The shitty one Tony! The shitty one!” Exasperated, you pulled away from his grasp and trudged out of the room. Groaning, you ran a hand through your knotted bedhead. This was not happening. You did not wake up before the sun came up. Being woken up was even worse. There was no way you would be able to fall back to sleep now, not after having to crawl out from under the covers of your cozy bed to deal with another of Tony’s senseless whims.

“Fuck me…” You mumbled, not standing in the middle of the hallway trying to access your situation and figure out what the next best thing to do. What did people do this early in the morning away?

“Doll you know I’m trying,” Oh no. There it was. That voice. This was already a terrible morning and now you had to deal with him.

You slowly turned around a glare on your face to rival his smirk. His shaggy hair was messily tucked underneath a backwards Yankees cap, his torso covered by a thin muscle shirt showing off both metal and flesh, and low slung on his hips were a pair of basketball shorts. He wasn’t unpleasant to look at, no, far from it. His cocky attitude and endless flirting were enough to make you loathe the time you spent together, though, which luckily hadn’t been much since your arrival due to your differing schedules.

“Did you bug me or something? Is that how you always know where to find me so you can annoy the shit out of me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching as small crinkles formed at the edges of his eyes as he let out a loud laugh and then mimicking your closed-off stance, much to your irritation. You dropped your arms immediately to your sides, bastard.

“Well, seeing as your standing outside my room looking frustrated as hell I figured you had finally come to a calling for your innermost desires,“ Bucky spoke, watching as your face processed his words and then broke out into a bigger scowl as you realized you were, in fact, standing outside of his bedroom door. Your hands were now clenched at your sides as you turned away from him.

Storming off down the hall as he called after you, "Oh cmon sleeping beauty let me show you a whole new world. It’s called the morning!” You could hear him laughing at his own pun as you opened your bedroom door and proceeded to slam it shut.

Sighing, you attempted to run a hand through your knotted hair, which slightly pulled you away from your swimming mind that mostly consisted of your list of ‘How to kill the Winter Soldier without him or his friends knowing and disposing of the body with no trace of evidence’. You grabbed your hairbrush, attempting to sort out the birds’ nest on top of your head and do the rest of your morning thing. One thing was on your mind, coffee.

After you had devoured a banana and a large cup of coffee, much to the surprise of the early risers of Steve and Sam who were preparing for their run, you headed off towards the gym figuring it was best to do your workout now in hopes that it would tire you out enough for an afternoon nap.

As you neared the gym you could feel the vibrations through the floor and soon enough the music that was blasting through the set of speakers Tony had installed. Whoever was using the gym seemed to have a preference for rock music. As you opened the frosted glass door, your eyes glanced around the room, only to fall upon a sweaty body in the middle of the room, grunts filling the air along with the music as he did shoulder presses with the heavy barbell. Did I mention he was shirtless?

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

The impressive bulging muscles along with the blaring of the music were enough for you to drop your water bottle, still transfixed on the soldier in front of you. However, your metal bottle crashing to the ground was enough to allow Bucky to look over at you and wink, shouting over the music as he set down the bar, “Like what you see sweetheart?”

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

“No!” you said quickly, averting your lingering gaze to the floor mats in the corner of the gym, picking up the water bottle you had dropped due to your previous surprise and making a beeline away from Bucky.

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

“Wow doll, my heart!” Bucky reciprocated, an expression of mock hurt on his face as his flesh hand rested over his heart, seeming to clasp it. An entertained smirk was hidden behind his taunting expression, seemingly not done with you yet as he stepped away from the weight he previously held in his hands, picking the hat up off of his head and running his fingers through his sweaty mop, smoothing his locks down and replacing the hat upon his head once more, letting his hands settle on his hips. 

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“I think you’ll live Barnes,” you spoke, avoiding eye contact as you situated yourself down on one of the training mats, beginning to stretch your limbs in preparation for your workout. You would not let Barnes get another rise out of you before lunch. Plus, today was your arm day, your least favourite form of exercise. You already had enough to look forward to with that. And, the weights you used usually involved a spotter, which was additionally unfortunate as Bucky was the only other person present at the moment meaning he would be taking that position.

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

           You looked up at Bucky from your position on the mat as you stretched. He still had a light smirk on his face like he wanted to say something else but he was battling with himself over the consequences that it would entail. Your eyes voyaged further from his face as you watched a bead of sweat travel from his collarbone towards the v that disappeared in his shorts, again mesmerized. It’s not like you hadn’t seen a man’s body before on display like this, you trained with Sam daily after his morning run with Steve. You just hadn’t seen Bucky’s before, and this caused something new to stir inside of you.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“Well, let me know if you need any help doll. I’ll be over here,” Bucky spoke, motioning towards his previously discarded barbell, giving a slackened salute and winking as he turned away, walking the few steps to continue on with his workout. He didn’t have to saw anything, you were already worked up as it was but in an entirely different way than usual.

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ‘cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

You continued to sneak glances at Bucky who seemed to have forgotten you were in the same room as him, completely engrossed in his own workout. This was something new, something a bit different, and you kind of liked it; silent Bucky who you could appreciate from afar.

This scenario quickly changed as you made your way over to one of the benches and grabbed a pair of twenty-five-pound dumbbells, lying down on the bench with your feet planted on the floor as you went to raise them above your head to do your bench presses. You were interrupted first by a shadow and then Bucky’s face right above your own.

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

“You know it’s dangerous to press without a spotter,” he spoke casually as he held his hands out in front of himself, near the dumbbells you were pressing, ready to help out if need be.

“I’m fine,” you answered curtly. You were both annoyed that he wouldn’t leave you alone and relieved that you didn’t have to ask him for help.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“You say that now but we wouldn’t want that pretty little face of yours to get crushed.” Your hands fumbled with the weights and your face went red. He always had an answer and it drove you wild.

“Barnes…”

“What? I’m just calling it like I see it. I know you liked that one,”

“Barnes…”

“That’s not even the best line I have. Listen to this-“

“Barnes…”

“-Are you a boxer? Well, how about getting on your knees and giving me two blows to the head?”

“Oh my god Bucky!”

 What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

By now your face was beat red. He’d never said anything that dirty around you before, even if he had only done it to get a rise out of you. You quickly sat up and dropped the weights beside you, and turned around to face him. A shocked expression still on your face as he laughed from above, clutching his chest and slightly heaved over like your blatant modesty to his comment was the funniest thing he had seen since Steve’s performance outfit he wore while on tour when he first became Captain America. He calmed down for a minute, his laughter subsiding with a grin on his face as he looked at your bewildered one. He cocked an eyebrow at you, starting to understand that he was making you flustered. You started to stand up from the equipment and Bucky raised his flesh hand to your shoulder, holding you in place. The music still pounding throughout the room but all you could focus on was his gaze when he started to open his mouth again.

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

“The weights in this gym just aren’t heavy enough… would you mind sitting on my face while I do some crunches?” Bucky hummed, watching as your eyebrows knitted together across your face and a sour look took over. You swatted his hand away while getting up from the bench.

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous!” You stuttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away to grab your water bottle. You’d have to come back and train with Sam later because this was getting you nowhere.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now

“Doll, are you blushing? Aww you are, that’s so cute.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay Y/N. I know the visual it a lot to take in.”

“Oh, my god. I wasn’t thinking about… it.”

"You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.”

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now

 Bucky wrapped a sweaty arm around your shoulder and instinctively you pulled away from him. He pulled you even closer, though, leaning towards you so his mouth was next to your ear.

“Nat told me about your girls night a couple weeks ago with Wanda. How you ladies had a little too much to drink and started to share some very personal wants and needs,” he paused as he felt you tense beside him. You could feel the smirk against your ear, “…and I just wanted to let you know I’m here to fulfill them. You know where to find me.” Bucky pulled away from you at that moment and one last time he winked, picking up his discarded muscle tee from the floor with one last look over his shoulder towards you. You were too stunned to move.  

“See you around Y/N.”

Give it away
Now….

 Nat was dead.

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The other day a friend of mine wanted to know how I did colours so I made her this shitty tutorial that doesn’t make sense

bUT YEAH I really meant it when I said I don’t know what I’m doing cuz most of the time it’s just experimenting and seeing what looks right so idk this probably won’t actually help anyone sorry orz;;

(I also don’t know how to use art terms properly so I just call them whatever)

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COMMISSION OPENING TIME

I’m slowly running out of money and I’ve got Bills to pay, but I also have a way to accept money finally so I’m opening commissions!

PRICING

  • Chibi- $5
  • Headshot (Lineart Only)- $10
  • Headshot (Colour)- $15
  • Thighs-up Bust (Lineart Only)- $15
  • Thighs-up Bust (Colour)- $20
  • Full Body (Lineart Only)- $25
  • Full Body (Colour)- $30
  • Additional Characters in Full Body art- +$15 for first extra, +$10 for every one after that.

WILL DO:

  • Furry/Anthro
  • Monsters/Creatures/Dragons/Animals
  • Nudity
  • NSFW (These will take a little more time because I’m much more particular about anatomy. Please take this into consideration.)

NOT CONFIDENT BUT WILL DO MY BEST:

  • Muscles (Please go easy on me)
  • Really manly dudes (I MAINLY DRAW WOMEN AND IT SHOWS I’M VERY SORRY….)
  • Machinery (sweats loudly)
  • Firearms (SWEATS EVEN MORE LOUDLY)

WILL NOT DO:

  • Sexual Violence (Nonconsentual shit isn’t cool and I’m 100% not comfortable with it, sorry.)
  • Lolicon/Shotacon/Pedophilia (Lmao don’t even try this with me, I’ll draw cute children but absolutely nothing sexual.)
  • Backgrounds (Ok so considering the above this is really weird to forbid but it’s just because I’m really shitty at them and I’m not going to make you pay money for garbage. Maybe someday when I’ve had more practice, but I’m not going to use your money to practice this. I’ll gladly do colour pattern backgrounds, though.)
  • I reserve the right to refuse a commission for any reason

PAYMENT METHODS AND CONTACT INFORMATION

GOOGLE WALLET IS DEAD Paypal it is. I’ll be sending a paypal.me link when payment is due. If you want to pay me up front go ahead, but I’d really prefer if I was paid after sending a WIP! This way, if something happens to me and I can’t work on commissions for a while nothing is lost and I don’t have to refund anybody. Easier for everyone!

Contacting me is preferably done through my email at bunbunmaru.press@gmail.com, although sending me a quick ask on tumblr telling me you sent an email would be great so I don’t miss it accidentally haha…

That’s about everything I think, so shoot me an ask if you have any questions or if I left out anything! Thank you in advance.

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@ask-nyo-new-zealand

Your personification of NZ is absolutely adorable! I love her hair and freckles~ Like aaaaaah! Great job! You made this kiwi proud ;v;

@ask-the-fem-ameripan

(I accidentally deleted your ask sorry ;-; )

AmeriPan is hella cute, Nyo! is even cuter!! Look at these precious nerds! All love is great <3

@ask-chefyao

Thank you so much! :,D

I love your blog, especially the way you colour~ China is manly and fabbu! I can’t wait to see more rochu action on your blog… ehehehehe

@lestkarrkingofeurope

I’ve only read three volumes of the Owari no Seraph manga, so I haven’t met this character yet ^-^;; But his design is really cute :,))) 

And OMG thank you!! :,DDD I’ve been having quite the shitty week these days so seeing this comment again makes me so happy!

@artistsandetective

Oml, I can’t believe people are showing this blog to their friends :,00 I feel so honoured >,v<,, 

((Btw, how’s the School!RoChu fanfic going along? If you can’t finish it/can’t write it, it’s fine. I appreciate the offer :,))))

@Anon

Nono, you should stay on here forever //shot Thank you so much for the kind words!


Words seriously cannot describe how grateful and happy I felt when you guys send me asks, likes my posts, reblogs them and commenting. 

For the past few weeks I’ve been experiencing quite the amount of low self-esteem because of school and cried about three times last week. So reading all these comments again makes me feel so much better.
So thank you once again for the 500+ followers. Words cannot express how much I love you all.

Thank you for the love and support <3

Mun


Part 1 | Part 2

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Heeey Guys!♥ 

So, this year is almost over!;-; and I decided to make this follow forever to thank all of you for making my dashboard beautiful everyday and make my day better with some of your messages♥ i love u all! and i really hope that next year will be an amazing year for all of u! and thank u too for almost 4k followers! i cant believe theres no many people that actually likes my shitty blog;-; ♥

I know i havent been as active as i were before, but ive been busy with some stuff so im gonna try really hard to keep posting graphics and colourings soon!

But anyways, i wish u all a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope u get a lot of gifts and happiness these days cause u guys deserve it all♥

Oh and also, im sorry i didnt add all of you but its imposible;-; i follow more than 800 blogs, but this message is for everyone even if u are not in the list keep in mind i love u♥ and sorry for my english and the ugly graphic too;-; i tried my best:c 

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Take Me in Your Arms and Leave the Rest

has a second part. Below and also on AO3


He doesn’t appear from nowhere.

Jack watches the young man from the second he turns onto the street and starts heading down it towards Jack’s house. He pauses every so often to check his phone, and Jack’s a little worried, because it’s Thanksgiving and the man looks like he might be hopelessly lost. He’s bundled up against the cold, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, woolly hat pulled over his ears.

“What are you looking at?” Shitty asks, joining Jack at the window. Lardo’s back in Boston, stuck with her parents for the holiday, but Shitty had done everything he could to avoid dealing with his family. They’ve got a few boxes of Chinese takeout on the coffee table and are planning to watch the History Channel.

“Lost guy,” Jack says, pointing him out.

“Oh, poor bro, he looks cold,” Shitty says. “We should invite him in.”

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aretez  asked:

hi, sorry to ask but i wanted to know if you could draw jane hugging maura in the scene from "killer in high heels" where they are in the interrogation room and jane tells maura that she didn't do it. (If you could make emphasis in the high difference that would be amazing ) You're really talented :)

It was all serious until it wasn’t, sorry :P

#57: Song Preference: Mr Brightside by the Killers

Authors Note: Just a quick disclaimer, in no way am I encouraging the possessiveness that is portrayed in Luke’s, nor am i implying that Michael smokes. It just fit the lyrics that I chose. 

You can find the song here.

Ashton: Now they’re going to bed. And my stomach is sick. And its all in my head.

Ashton gulped down the last of his drink, his hands tightening around the glass cup. The lads sat with him, watching with sorrowful eyes as he stared endlessly at you. The guys had said that it would be a good time to get out and just go for a pint with them, get you off his mind. But with any sort of luck, you were there, making Ashton’s blood boil. It wasn’t that he was angry at you, how could he be? He adored you, even still. You had ended the relationship on somewhat aright terms, simply explaining that the distance was really hard to deal with, and at this point you were better off as friends. He had tried to fight it so hardly, declaring that he would spend as much time with you as he could, but you had shook your head before allowing a few tears to leak from your beautiful eyes. Now, you were sitting across the bar obvious to Ashton. You were talking to some guy, and it seemed that he was taken quite the like to you. What made Ashton sick was the fact that he was everything you shouldn’t be around. He could tell as the guys eyes travelled to your chest before back to your eyes before giving you a sly smile, as you sat there obvious to his peevish inspection. His hand rested on your thigh, higher than you preferred. The guy leaned in to you, his disgustingly dark eyes meandering over you face before pressing his lips to your neck in a lustful kiss. Ashton’s blood boiled, his stomach turning in on itself as he continued to assault your neck. He watched as you pushed the stranger off of your neck, biting your lip. He knew that face all too well, the face that screamed how aroused you were. Ashton tore his eyes off of you two, pushing his glass away before putting his head on his hands. “Sorry mate,” You heard Calum whisper, looking to where you were. “I fucking hate this. She should be with me. I feel sick watching her with him.” He moaned into his hands. “Its just the alcohol making you uneasy,” Michael said patting his back. “No its not. I don’t want his hands on her, he’s disgusting! How isn’t she seeing that? He won’t treat her right, he’ll just shag her, and leave her. He’ll hurt her.” Ashton said, whispering the final part and squeezing his eyes tightly together. He opened them one more time to see you standing up with the stranger, your fingers laced together. The stranger threw some bills on the counter before walking you to the door. You cast a look around the bar before meeting Ashton’s eyes, your entire expression changing to shock, then to recognition and finally to sympathy. Your gazes locked and Ashton’s pulse picked up. The guy leaned down to say something to you, breaking you from the trace. You nodded your head before turning away from Ashton and following the stranger. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Ashton said, biting back a few tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. 

Calum: It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss. It was only a kiss.

It was a simple kiss, a drunken kiss described it a little better. It was harmless, right? A simple peck on the lips, maybe a little lip biting, maybe a little hair tugging. His hands may have wandered a bit, scorching your skin with an electrifying jolt that made your pulse quicken, and your knees weak. Maybe when you broke apart breathlessly, and when he asked for you number you gave it to him. Instead of listening to your common sense, and intuition you wouldn’t be in this position. You sat on the edge of your bed, your phone in your hands as they shook with an unknown excitement and a bit of fear. You really liked this Calum guy, you had been texting a bit lately, simple stuff. He would be cheeky, but more so, he was interested in you. He was keen on talking to you, he wanted to know what your favourite book and movie was. He wanted to get to know you, the little stuff that made you smile. It was something odd, and certainly something wrong. Because, the problem was, was that you already had a boyfriend. You had been dating this guy for what was nearing a year and a bit. It was wrong to question this, to question your feelings because you always prided yourself on loyalty. Seeing those people in the movies that cheated, or kissed other people while dating always made you cringe. But here you were, sitting there, being one of those girls. The thing that scared you the most was that you didn’t feel this way about your boyfriend now. Calum made you feel giddy, and made you feel alive. It was thrilling really, but not fair to your boyfriend. So as you stared at the screen again, you reread Calum’s message. “It was only a kiss, but why don’t we go for coffee and have a proper meeting? xx” Your fingers hovered above a reply, your heart hammering. It was so wrong but you wanted it so bad. If you fully loved your boyfriend now, this wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, but he didn’t elicit the same emotion from you that Calum did. Taking a deep breath, you typed a reply waiting. Within moments you received a reply. Grabbing your coat you walked out towards the front door. “Where are you going?” Your boyfriend asked you, smiling. “Just out for coffee with a friend,” You said smiling back at him. “Have a good time!” He said turning away. You smiled weakly at him before closing the door. “It was only a kiss,” you muttered shaking your head. “How did it end up like this?” 

Luke: But she’s touching his chest now. He takes off her dress now.

You were dancing with some friends, the boys were over at the bar talking, as you and your friends shook your hips along with the beat. You were plastered, absolutely smashed, but the lights were so bright, the bass shaking your insides, and the world spinning which made the whole situation more fun. You laughed as your friend ground along beside you, as you threw your hands up. You felt a pair of hands grab your waist, and you closed your eyes as you felt a body press behind you. Immediately cologne overtook your senses, and you ground against him anyways. His hands trailed up to the strap of your dress as he pushed it down, and your eyes flew open. You tried to move away, but his hands kept you in place. “Come on pretty lady, just a little dance, a little skin never hurt anyone.” You could feel him pressing himself even closer to you and you grew uncomfortable. You spun around so you could press your hands against his chest to get some leverage but he held you tighter. Within seconds you heard Luke’s deep voice from behind you. “Get off of her,” He said, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you back. The guy put his hands up defensively before turning and walking away. “Come on,” Luke said, his face not pleased. You were sobering up now because of the fear pumping through your veins, and you followed him in silence. You went to a hallway a bit away from the dance floor, where it was quieter. “So,” Luke said leaning against the wall. “I really hope that wasn’t what it looked like.” He said, biting his lip ring. “Luke, c’mon you really think I’d let that creep dance with me?” You said shaking your head. “Well, from what I saw you did turn around in his arms, that really looked like you were trying to stop.” You scoffed at him, the lingering effects of the alcohol making your emotions run rampant. “You actually think I wanted to make out with that guy? Please give me some credit. I was trying to push him off of me you asshole. Do you really think I’m that easy?” You said, shifting your weight. Luke eyed you up and down before meeting your eyes. “You know I get jealous easily,” Luke said, his voice suddenly lower. “Is that an excuse to be a dick and make me seem like some cheap slut that grinds with anybody?” You said, raising an eyebrow. His eyes shot up towards you, suddenly narrowing. He pushed himself off of the wall and crossed the empty space between you before pressing you against the far wall. “When you put it like that,” He said bending down to get to your height. “No. But when I see you with another guy, even looking at you, it makes my blood boil. I might as well leave a little reminder for the world,” He said bending down and nipping your neck harshly to raise the blood to the surface. “Luke…” You said unsure of this. You knew what he was doing, he was leaving a mark on your neck, and then he won’t leave your side all night so the world knows exactly what you two are. He pulled away after a moment, a smug smile on his lips. “C’mon, lets not leave the guys hanging shall we?” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. “You’re a dick.” You said grabbing your neck. His rumbling laugh was audible only to your ears, “But you love me.” 

Michael: While he’s having a smoke. And she’s taking a drag.

You leaned against the hard brick wall outside of the bar, talking to a stranger you had just met. His galaxy coloured hair had amazed you, and his lined eyes made you question how punk he was. His torn shirt was faded, and his jeans were tighter than yours, but something captivated you about him. You had finished your smoke flicking it the ground and crushing it with your foot, leaning your head against the wall and blowing out the last remnants of smoke from your lungs. “You smoke pretty shitty cigs,” He said taking a drag. You opened your to stare at him. “Sorry?” You said a little confused. “You smoke really gross cigs, I don’t know how you do it. They taste dirty.” He said flicking the end of the cigarette to expel the ash from the end. “Cigarettes are dirty,” You reminded him making him crack a smile. “Here, try this.” He said handing you the thin roll of chemicals. You took it hesitantly from his fingers before taking a drag. You exhaled the smoke handing it back to Michael. “Its smoother thats for sure,” You said staring at him. He nodded his head before propping his heel against the wall. “Whats a pretty girl like you doing at this bar?” He said staring at you. You smiled at him, before shrugging. “I needed a pint, you know the feeling.” You said shrugging your shoulders. “Bad day?” He said exhaling a cloud of smoke that gracefully curled away from him. “Bad week.” You replied, grabbing the carton out of your pocket ready to light another one. “Don’t smoke that shit, here.” He said handing you a cig out of his carton. “Thanks” you said, patting your pockets for a lighter. He shook his head grinning before beckoning you closer. You put the cigarette in your mouth before leaning forward and inhaling as you lit your cig off of his. You exhaled licking your lips. “Now tell me darling, what made this week so horrible.” He said flicking his hair out of his face. “You really want me to tell you?” You said, amazed. He nodded his head, awaiting your response. “Lets see. Dad’s a complete jerk and yelled at me for the millionth time this week. Can’t forget my boyfriends an asshole, dumped his ass and got this.” you said rolling up your sleeves and exposing a now purplish bruise in the form of fingerprints along your wrist. Michaels jaw clenched as he studied our wrist. “You still with him?” He said, his voice tight. “No, staying with some friends.” You said taking another drag. “Good,” You heard him mutter, before meeting your eyes. “What are you doing after this?” He asked you, crushing the end of the cig under his heeled boot. “Nothing, heading back to my friends most likely.” You said cocking your head to the side. “Lets go grab lunch or something, take your mind off everything.” He said pushing himself off of the wall and standing before you. “Well?” He asked, his smile playful. You smiled in response before you too, pushed yourself off of the wall and left with Michael.