#personal works

[delilahfairchild]

miscellaneous romantic dialogue prompts pt.3

part 1 / part 2

"you said none of it was true... tell me your version then. maybe i will come to regret it one day, but i will take your words as they are. you're my husband/wife and i trust you."

"what happened to forever, [name]? what happened to our vows?"

"every time i see you, i thank the gods that you exist."

"for our divorce settlements, you won't have to worry about my intentions. i want nothing of yours."

"if i have to go down on my knees and beg for a second chance, i will do it. i would rather lose my pride than you."

"loving you have always been the biggest mistake, but never a regret"

"i will always be here if you ever return, despite everything that happened."

"i would rather be hurt by you than not have you at all."

"i will let you go, but promise me, that you will find someone worthier of your love than me. i can't stand seeing you in pain like right now."

"ask me to stay." "will you?" "yes."

"you possess my every thought, day and night. i can't imagine a world without you anymore."

"don't ask me to forget last night. in my heart laid a map of your body."

"one day, i will forgive myself for not being able to save you."

"after the goodbyes, my biggest wish is to remain in your heart with warmth and tenderness."

"without you, i am homeless."

"bearing your pain has always been my job."

"have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?"

"you took everything from me, yet i have succeeded in hating you."

note: i don't normally ask for credits if you use my prompts, but these are either directly from or heavily inspired by my own wips, so if you decide to use these prompts, i would highly appreciate a credit to @delilahfairchild/@decseptapril <33

#wip #personal works #mine #writers #writing #writing prompts #au prompts #romance prompts #rp prompt #angst prompt #writing ideas #rp prompts #rp meme #otp prompts #writing prompt #mine: source #delilahfairchild

[idieinmydaydream]

+ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ +

ɪɢ: @ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱɪᴄᴋᴀɴᴏʀᴇxɪᴄ

#personal works #goth #eye patch #gauze #japanese

[bingewatchintilldawn]

In honor of this adorable cat, I made mha text? (I still dont know what to call them...)

》From LEFT to RIGHT 《

#cute cats #mha #bnha #aizawa shota #shota aizawa #eraserhead #mha smau #bnha smau #mha texts #bnha texts #personal works

[wintersmetal]

🎸 ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ | ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ

pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x G/N!Reader

word count: 2.3K

summary: You’re a big fan of the Winter Soldier, a rockstar who just so happened to come to your local town. At the concert, though, flirty things begin to happen–and suddenly, you’ve gotten closer to the musician than any other fan

warnings/content: drinking [small mention a few times], flirting, long-haired bucky

note: hello, hello. this is my first time posting for the marvel fandom, so please be gentle if this doesn't seem entirely accurate. reblogs/likes and comments are greatly appreciated, and thank you for reading.

Bodies were pressed up against one another, surrounding the small elevated stage like moths to a lamp. Hands extended towards the stage, palms open and splayed to try and get a touch at the musicians. It was stuffy and cramped, and your drink did not seem to help cool you down. There you stood, though, too stubborn to move with the flood of people. You had pushed against what felt like a hoard of millions to get to this spot and you are not letting it go that easily.

You needed to see the infamous Winter Soldier up close and personal. 

You didn’t expect him to come to this small of an area. You lived in a quaint town with not a lot of action–the most exciting attractions were the mall stocked with stores that were typically too far, and the bar you were currently standing in. When he had released the tour dates and areas, your eyes had honed in on the familiar name of the bar, followed by a date and a time–all three had seemingly fallen right into place in your schedule. Coupled with the fact that this was a free show, you had come to the bar extremely early. 

Sure enough, other people had, too. You were determined to get front row,

though, and had even teamed up with a group of fellow fans in order to form an impenetrable wall and walk yourselves up to the front. That plan had worked in your favor. Now here you were, standing right where you wanted to be: front and center with a beer in your hand. 

The stage of the bar was lit with no musicians present. However, you knew their

arrival would be any moment now. You tried to peek around the curtains but couldn’t make anything out of the shadows behind the fabric. You took a heavy swig of your beer, trying to keep yourself from dehydrating in the middle of the concert. Though, it probably wasn’t the best thing for you to be drinking. 

Suddenly, the lights dimmed in the bar. The stage lights got brighter. You felt your heart racing in your chest. The beer felt colder. The room was tighter. Everyone began yelling and begging for the Winter Soldier to come out. You tried to drown out the high-pitched yells directly behind you by taking another sip of your beer, but the sound of you swallowing in your ears didn’t seem to cancel out the noise. You weren’t too annoyed by all the yelling, though. It’s common concert practice. You expected this bar to be pretty empty aside from the fans however, so the noise was a bit unfortunate. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the Winter Soldier walk out onto the stage. He was sporting his longer hair pulled back into a small half-up half-down hairstyle, and his beard was perfectly trimmed to be husky but presentable. His left hand was resting on the curvature of his guitar, while his right hand was holding the neck of the instrument. His fingers were placed between the third and fourth fret, playing with the strings and making sure he was comfortable with his placement. He wore a black tee with his logo on the right corner, a bright red star with a silver outline, and black jeans that flare at the bottom. To finish off the ‘rocker’ aesthetic, he had chunky black boots that stomped against the wooden stage with force. 

He moved his left arm and ran his fingers along his chin, as if preparing himself for the concert. He looked rugged in the best way possible: a little darkness under his eyes from the light of the bar, strands of his hair resting right on the top of his shoulder, and his muscles flourishing under the fluorescent spotlight. He moved his hand away from his face and to the strings of the guitar, pulling a few and slapping them against his fingers.

Finally, he moved his hand up along the metal strings and down across all six of them while his right hand on the frets moved along, creating a pleasant chord that echoed through the bar. As the note reverberated through the speakers, the cheering only grew in volume, begging for the concert to start with this song or that song. You, on the other hand, kept your lips sealed and clung to your beer.

Time seemed to slow as the Winter Soldier looked down at the crowd. You were looking up at him, a smile tugging at your face. You couldn’t resist breaking out into an excited grin, something gleeful; you were a child in a candy shop looking at the newest sweets. Your toothy smile even reached the corners of your eyes, creating a small crease in the skin. 

Suddenly, you were staring into ocean-blue eyes from where you were standing. You felt the beer slowly start to slip from your grip as you stared at the Winter Soldier. Something twinkled in his eyes as he stared right back at you. You felt pride in your chest as he began to smile at your expression. You were the reason he was smiling. Nobody else in that bar mattered except for you two. 

It seems as though everyone else’s eyes were on you, too. You broke away from his stare and looked at the fan next to you, who simply stared at you in wonder that the entire scene had happened. 

“Nobody’s ever made him smile like that.” The woman said, sipping her own beer. She held out her beverage for a toast, to which you happily clinked your half-empty bottle against hers. “Congrats.”

“I highly doubt that,” you replied. “I’m sure he’s smiled plenty of times.”

“Not like that, honey.” The woman laughed to herself and turned her head toward the stage, cheering on the Winter Soldier like normal.

You stood there, listening to your own wonder in your head. You were the first time he’s smiled ‘like that’. ‘Like that’: that phrase repeated throughout your head. Surely it was the fan trying to get into your head, but the thought of you being the reason why he smiled the way he did was enough to set your heart ablaze. It made your hands feel fuzzy and your smile doubled in size. 

You proceeded to keep this grin throughout the whole concert, going against your own vow to stay silent during the music. You began to sing along to some of your favorite songs as you watched the Winter Soldier play, mesmerized by the way he worked his hands along the guitar. It was truly something different, seeing the musician play in-person and this up close: you got to see the sweat bead against his brow, hear his voice much clearer and crisper, and feel the way his eyes lingered over you each time he finished a song. 

His gaze made you shrink in on yourself just a bit, but it was the best feeling to wash over you in ages. It was like the warmth of the bar was merely a candle flame compared to the heat growing in your chest. On top of all of the gazes you two made at each other, he made a few obvious winks and flirtatious whispers in-between songs. The one that set you on fire was when he finished the second-to-last song: he pressed his lips against the microphone as he stopped his singing, almost like he was kissing it, and looking directly at you. To anyone else, this was just part of the rockstar act. To you and your imagination, though, it was a way of him saying he wanted to kiss you. You chose to believe your imagination, unable to swallow down the desire in your throat. 

Once the concert ended, you were the first to move away from the stage and out of the crowd. You decided that you needed to sit down and take a breather. It was swelteringly hot in the bar and you knew that if you looked at the Winter Soldier any longer, you would collapse from the heat in your chest and heart. 

You looked over and saw him greeting his fans, signing autographs and taking photos with them. You smiled to yourself. Something about him going from this tough rockstar to a softie made your heart burn.  You turned toward the bartender and asked for another beer. You paid for your tab and took the beer in your hand, the cold condensation of the bottle cooling you off. 

You kept your gaze off the crowd of fans and instead began chatting up the bartender who returned the conversation with ease. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t a fan and wouldn’t feed into your desires. Said desires began to dissipate as you came to your senses and sipped on your cold beer. 

“Is this seat taken?” A voice cut through the long conversation you and the bartender were having. You looked over and felt your heart race. 

The Winter Soldier was standing next to the empty chair beside you, one hand leaning against the back of the barstool. The other was running through his hair, wiping the sweat off his brow. 

“No, not at all.” You looked back to the bartender who winked at you. “Um, hi.”

“Hi.” The Winter Soldier ordered a drink and turned the stool to face you. “No need to be so shy.”

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks. “I’m not trying to be.”

“Names’s James, but most of my friends call me Bucky.” He offered his hand. “You are?”

You stated your name with a small hesitance in your voice. You couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“What a nice name.” Bucky smiled at you. He turned his attention to the bartender who gladly offered him his drink.

You sat there a bit awkwardly as he took a sip of his drink. You didn’t know what to say or do in the presence of your biggest celebrity crush. He was eyeing you up again, this time through the corners of his eyes. Accompanying this look was a smug smirk, something that made your heart flutter. 

“It was a really good set, Bucky.” You felt a bit weird calling him by his name, but he seemed to glow as you did. 

“You think so?” He put his drink down on top of the countertop and fully faced you. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

You began to glow under his praise. “Um–”

“There you go, getting all shy.” He laughed. “It’s cute.”

You felt your face fully burn bright red. You didn’t know what to do, so you just laughed at his comment and took a heavy swig of your beer. “Thank you?”

“Why is it a question?” He leaned closer to you, and you noticed the height difference between the two of you. 

“I’m just–” You looked away from him and cleared your throat. “I’m really nervous.”

“Is it because you’re a fan?” Bucky took a sip of his drink. “Because, in all honesty, I shouldn’t be talking to you like this.”

You perked up a bit at that. “Why’s that?”

“Because what if you fall in love with me?” He smirked. “Plus, all the paparazzi and flashing lights. You know, the usual.”

“The usual is me falling in love with you?” You choked out.

“No, sweetheart.” He put his hand on top of yours and squeezed it gently. “You’re adorable.”

You swallowed. “Ah.”

He laughed yet again, this time with his whole chest. It was comforting and warm, a side of him you got to see that maybe nobody else gets to. You felt special.

“Say, why don’t I give you my number?”

“Huh?” You looked at him in surprise. “I really don’t know–”

“Do you not want to?” His tone got a bit more serious, and he looked at you with soft but determined eyes. “Just say the word and I’ll leave you be.”

“Why me?” You asked. “That’s all I want to know.”

“I thought you were incredibly pretty. On top of that, I want to get to know you as Bucky and not my stage name. You know me as the ‘Winter Soldier’, but something in you wants to know Bucky, right?”

He read your mind. You nodded your head and smiled at him. “Yeah, I’d like to know Bucky.”

“Good.” He put his hand out as a silent question for your phone.

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and handed it to him unlocked. He tapped around a few times before finally typing in his number. He handed your phone back to you.

“Make sure you text me, okay?” Bucky smiled at you and polished off his drink. “I’ll be waiting.” He sounded eager.

You couldn’t help but grin like you did during the concert. You tried to hide it with the bottle of your beer but couldn’t stop it from poking out behind the bottle. You nodded your head, giddy and excited like a kid in a candy store. 

“Of course, Bucky.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Bucky replied, standing up from the barstool. “I could listen to you say it all day.” 

With that last statement, he left the bar through the back door. You watched him leave, waving to him as he waved to you. You sat on your stool for a few more seconds before getting up, placing your half-empty bottle on top of the countertop. You pulled out your phone and typed in ‘James’ at first, but no contact popped up. You then tried ‘Bucky,’ and there he was.

You shot him a small text saying ‘Hello’ with your name in it. As you went to put your phone back into your pocket, you felt it vibrate against your palm. 

‘Glad you decided to get to know me. ;)’

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x male reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #rockstar!bucky barnes #rockstar!bucky #personal works

[hattiepparker]

#personal works #cross stitch #embroidery

[koyamari-log]

personal works 2024.01

#digital illustration #personal works #happy new year

[gayfraggle]

behold, my first ever poly characters <33

Alice (Swedish, transwoman, Sapphic):

Ivory (African-American, Sapphic):

Evelyn Bennett (English, Lesbian):

The clown sticker on Ivory's head was put there by Evelyn

Also, parts of Evelyn's design was based off the btas version of The Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot (her hands and just overall being like bird, she also makes bird noises)

Also, ages and heights:

Alice: 26, 5'8

Ivory: 26, 5'6 with antenna, 5'4 w/o antenna

Evelyn: 25, 5'3

#mod post #random #oc shit #oc art #polyamory #poly relationship #lgbtqia #personal works

[portfolio-iori]

2023.04｜CLIP STUDIO PAINT

のびるいぬ

#PERSONAL WORKS

[corsicadayo]

⬆「新版学習まんがアフォーダンス」COMITIA144新刊

#manga #affordance #comitia #personal works

[ichikawamari]

アウトドアなキツネ

#personal works #カットイラスト

[megumiswife]

I proudly decide to debute on my page with a very honest piece of words, because quite frankly I was drunk on vodka at the moment that I conceived this and I wrote whatever crossed my mind,so I hope it makes sense, because I won't go over it to change it. ANYWAY, ENJOY!

Green geko, safety yellow, reflex blue and knockout pink. The colors that painted the hearts of the everlasting runners; eternal fuckers; the cracked swingers. Hearts beating to rithms too fast for the natural world, they try to outrun the light and chase the sensation, but in their hurry they don't see the circle they spin in. The observer falls to their knees and kisses the ground, to make sure that it wil not run from under their feet. Sit on a bench and tell me what you see. Does the world spin too fast, does it invite you too to join it's whirlwind? The crystal ball is foggy, like how the weather was when I was still trying to know you, like how the windows of your car where when I was still trying to get you to stay. But you are one with the wind and your words cut like the blizzard in winter, and your caresses are as soft as the morning sea breeze. But you are one with the ocean, you're in constant motion, you never freeze. But you are one with the sun; I can't look at you; I can get close to you. You are one with everything, everything but me. Because you're bright colored and i am monocrome. Your heart is rubber and mine is paper, it burns, it stains, it lets you leave a mark. You chase like a dog running after it's tail and i am sitting on a bench. I am sitting on the bench you left me, because I know you spin in circles, so that means I'll get to have you again, sometime.

#ral's tipsy writing #poems #unrequited love #personal works

[sagehaubitze]

They broke your defenses. -- No… No, you let them. Do you know what happens, when they catch up to you? Assuredly, it is worse than death.

They break your heart.

"Let's say you've swallowed a bad thing and now it's got its hands inside you. This is the essence of love and failure."

Catharsis through photography.

I don't particularly care for explaining symbolism, but I think a lot is lost in my personal work if I don't occasionally.

Hands are expressive. They are often a nonverbal tell of what one is thinking, feeling. They also.. want to touch, want to hold, want to intertwine. And I cannot, I am not allowed that with the person I have beholden myself to at this current point in time. And I may never be afforded that.

I do not flag on the left, whether it be a handkerchief, cuff, ribbon, wristband. The ribbon here is, yet, on my left wrist. I have to be my own commanding officer, I am alone, I have no one over me, as much as I would like for there to be. I am both the superior and the subordinate. The sadist and the masochist. I have to remain the one in charge for the time being. It is a facade; a farce for me to flag on the left. It fails me, regardless of the front I put up.

My K98 stock is just that. A stock. It is hollow. There are no gun parts. I sleep with it in bed like a stuffed animal. It offers no protection, only false security. My defenses offer no protection. It is also a facade.

My heart aches.

#photography #my photography #tw: blood #self portrait #I mean technically it's a self portrait #personal works #it was cathartic at least #it did do its job #these weren't taken with the swamp lens unfortunately #swamp lens is manual focus only and I uhh.. sort of needed autofocus #gosh Sage just grow more arms then manual focus wouldn't matter

[akihiro-matsumura]

何度も言いたい 「HAPPY NEW YEAR !」 Illustration by まつむらあきひろ

#illustration #Personal Works #こってり

[haroldhighballjordan]

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

#the best part of all is that I also knew the ex boyfriend because he worked at this place my friend was the manager of #and I texted my friend like ‘yo have you heard about this cat situation’ #and she was like ‘I swear to god if one more person asks me about this fucking cat’ #it was the drama of the century #the whole city was up in arms over this cat

[hattiepparker]

Stitching on the go

#personal works #cross stitch #embroidery

[koyamari-log]

personal works 2023.12

#digital illustration #personal works #happy new year #animals