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sunfoxfic · 2 years

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I’m drawing future/adult designs for the ML characters right now, and I have fairly solid ideas for most of them, but there are a few that I can’t quite picture in my head. For Alya, I’m think of maybe drawing her with natural hair or some sort of hairstyle that reflects the implication that canon present Alya is relaxing it. For Nino I’m thinking of giving him a mustache because I think he was right in Rocketear. But I’m not 100% on the hair, clothes, accessories, details, all that. As the CEO, how do you imagine them looking in the future?

The thing about my characterization of Alya that's so wildly different from basically everyone else's is that I don't think she has a good fashion sense. And there's a healthy dose of projection in there but before you redraw Alya with a cool outfit consider that the most exemplary outfit she has is a short sleeved flannel shirt. That's not a cool shirt. That's a shirt you wear on laundry day, or when you dress like shit every day, and I love that for her.

So I like adult Alya designs that lean a little bit more into the casual side of things. Even when she's dressed business casual for work, I think Alya would be very relaxed — casual, with lots of layers (flannels over T-shirts is a common thing I write her with which is definitely projection), and outfits that are ready to spring into action at any time.

I like the idea of her having short hair! Natural hair with locs or braids would be good for that, I think — lots of time getting it in that style, but once it's styled, it's ready to go at any time and can quickly be adjusted to be put into action or look more formal. I also love Alya who dyes her hair lots of colors.

A lot of adult Nino designs give him facial hair which I love in basically every form, honestly. Goatee? Yeah, that's a man who had a short film in an indie film festival. Full beard? Absolute dad, he deserves it. Pretentious-looking mustache? Alya refuses to kiss him for three weeks. Teenage Nino with super patchy facial hair that he doesn't care to shave? I'm sure it'll grow out in a few years it's fine--

As for his hair..... Look, I'm sure you know that Nino is my blorbo. Everyone needs to know that. So you need to know that I say this with love: I headcanon that male pattern baldness runs in his family. It makes sense! It does! That's why he's so insecure about having his hat on, and why he keeps his hair cut short -- because he thinks it'll bother him less when he loses it.

(It's also worth noting that while I'm not personally affected by it, male pattern baldness does run in my family. The one thing I'd say is that hopefully Nino never looks like my dad did in his and my mom's wedding photos with the ponytail and bald spot all in one. God, Dad, why did you ever grow out a ponytail? What was the point? And tbh my grandpa's ever so iconic combover is another thing Nino hopefully avoids.)

As far as Nino's style goes, I really can't imagine he cares that much. Between the tragedy that is the Bubbler's costume and how freaking low his neckline is, oh and the Christmas special where his "winter outfit" is a vest over his normal outfit, it really doesn't seem like he puts much thought into his clothes. Alya goes for convenience, but it's strategic convenience -- she buys clothes because she knows that not only will they be convenient to wear, but convenient to style. I really do think she could help him with that, but I don't know if he'd ever grow out of day-to-day T-shirts and jeans. (I could see him adopting skinny jeans, though.)

They'd also be a total shoe power couple, which is not projection at all because I HATE that. I own like 3 pairs of shoes fit for regular wearing. But they'd collect shoes and have like special shoe cleaners and resent Adrien for buying adult light up Sketchers. (Okay not resent but...)

As for accessories, that's not really something I think about? I'm not a fan of jewelry so I never remember it for designs lmao. I think they'd both like beanies.

#asks answered #cayenne-twilight #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #djwifi

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purselover2 · 3 years

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Title: Going Once, Going Twice…….

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None that I can see, but please let me know if there are and I will add them.

This is for @amythedvdhoarder. Happy Hoelentine’s Day!!! I hope you like it. Its based off a picture I found of Seb and Hemsworth. I used my magic brain waves to turn them into Bucky and Thor and this is the result.

Mood board by the amazing @constantwriter85

❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜

As you stood backstage watching the other models get ready you found yourself wondering not for the first time why you were here. Surely there was someone who could have filled the spot left vacant when Maria got called away on an assignment. But no, they had come to you, said you had to, it was for the puppies and damn if you could ever resist helping puppies. Or the kitties, or any other animal. So that’s how you found yourself backstage getting stuffed into an evening gown that cost a small fortune getting your hair primped and your makeup caked on waiting to go on stage and walk down a runway, trip and fall more like it, to hopefully sell the high end clothes you wore to the highest bidder.

If that alone didn’t make you nervous there was the other part of the auction, the bidder got to take the model out on a date wearing said outfit. There was no way anyone was going to bid on you. You weren’t popular, not even an agent. You were the IT girl, you know the one no one pays attention too until something breaks.

“Hey y/n! You look amazing.” Nat said and she and Wanda joined you. “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to do fantastic.”

“Yes. This is going to be a great night. We’re going to save all the puppies!” Wanda was way too happy.

“Thats easy for you two to say. You have guaranteed bidders. No way are Bruce and Vision going to let you two go without bidding. I’m the one who’s gotta stand up there and hope for a pitty bid.” You said.

“I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit.” Wanda hugged you.

“Yeah, you never know, Mr. Right could be here tonight.” Nat agreed.

“Well lets hope he doesn’t get held up trying to find a parking space.” You joked. You made your way over the curtain and peaked out. There on the front row was the one person you never expected to see at a charity fashion show. Bucky Barnes sitting right next to Thor dressed like a million bucks. What the hell? Could this get any worse? It was bad enough to embarrass yourself in front of the other Avengers, but you at least taken comfort in knowing that the one Avenger you had a secret crush on, wouldn’t be there to witness your humiliation. But no, fate had other plans. There he was front and center sitting next to the fucking god of thunder who couldn’t hold a candle to Bucky in your book.

“Hey y/n.” The backstage coordinator announced. “You’re going to be the last one to walk okay?”

“Yeah sure.” You thought maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, maybe everyone would just leave after they bid and you wouldn’t have to even walk on. Walking over to the puppies and kitties that the rescue had brought to show off and hopefully get adopted you saw a white kitty that looked as nervous and out of place as you did. Bending over you picked it up and began to pet it.

“Well hey there little one, you look like you want to be here as much as I do.”

You saw Nat come back through the curtain and hand the puppy she took on stage over to a handler and you motioned for her. “How did you do?”

Taking her hands and smoothing them down her dress she shook her ass and replied. “A date with me cost the gentleman $5000.”

“Damn girl you go. Bruce is a lucky man.” You winked.

“Who said it was Banner?” She smiled.

“That smile.” You giggled. “Here comes Sharon. I’m guessing she took some of Cap’s social security check tonight.”

“Those age jokes never get old.” Nat laughed. “Hey Sharon, how much did grandpa spend?”

“$5000!” She yelled. “He got into a bidding war with some guy from the Pentagon. Apparently Steve doesn’t like to loose.” She chuckled.

“Great a bidding war.” You held the kitty tighter as you stroked its fur.

“Y/N! You’re up.” The handler bellowed.

“You go girl!” Nat said pushing you forward. Wanda high fived you and Sharron patted you on the shoulder.

You stood just to the left of the stage and waited for the MC to announce you.

“And now ladies and gentlemen, its time for our final model. Please welcome to the stage Ms. Y/F/N, Y/L/N!

The curtain parted and you took the first step, then another then you realized that with the lights in your eyes you couldn’t see anyone in the audience. This was perfect. You’d just pretend you were out for a walk holding a cat and everything would be fine. You had already during rehearsal counted the number of steps to the end of the runway. You’d walk down, stop, let them get a good look at the dress and the cat and turn around, walk back and not see a single face. Especially Bucky’s.

You counted the steps and reached the end. Stopping you made a point of petting the kitty and it nuzzled your face and tried to curl up closer to you, taking a pink tipped paw and placing it on your lips drawing an awe from the audience and a few chuckles. You took the moment to snuggle him some more and then hold him out for everyone to see. Finally you turned and walked back down the stage to the MC.

Once you reached him, you stopped and stood waiting for the torture to begin.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, lets start the bidding shall we. Do I hear an opening bid?”

You braced yourself expecting to hear silence, when out of the crowd you heard a familiar voice yell, “$1000!” This was a dream. There was no way Bucky Barnes was bidding a $1000 to take you out.

“I have $1000, do I hear $2000?” The MC continued

“$2000!” Came a voice from the other side of the stage. Squinting you could just make out the smirk on Brock Rumlow’s face. Great. He had asked you out a couple of times and you had politely tuned him down. He gave you the creeps in a major way and you didn’t want within ten feet of him.

“I have $2000, do I hear $3000?”

“$3000.” Came Bucky’s reply.

“$4000.” Brock countered without even waiting on the MC.

“$5000.” Bucky returned.

“Well it looks like we have quite the bidding war here tonight ladies and gentlemen.” The MC was obviously unable to contain his excitement. “I have $5000, do I hear $6000?”

“$7000!” Brock yelled.

“The bidding stands at $7000, do I hear $8000?” The MC asked. You couldn’t believe this.

“$10,000!” Bucky yelled louder and you almost hit the floor. Holy shit, ten thousand dollars. That was going to go a long way to help the puppies and the kitties. In your arm your new fury friend must have sensed your nerves because he again started rubbing your face. Taking your hand and rubbing his ears, you waited.

“$10,000 ladies and gentlemen! This is indeed a record setting bid. Do I hear another bid?” He motioned to Brock, who took a moment before shaking his head no and you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Relief that you wouldn’t have to endure a night with Brock Rumlow, only to relize that it meant you’d be enduring a night with Bucky Barnes. Even if it was a different kind of enduring.

The crowd went crazy as the grand total for the evening was announced and you made your way back stage, where Wanda, Sharon and Nat were all waiting for you.

“Oh my god girl!” Wanda exclaimed.

“And here you were worried about no one bidding.” Nat teased you.

“I’m so excited for you.” Sharon replied. “I swear to God though if Rumlow had won I would have insisted on a double date so that you didn’t have to be alone with him. That guy is major creep.”

“I was scared there for a while. But damn, how did that even happen? Why in the world would Bucky Barnes ever want to go out with me?” You shook your head at the thought, not noticing the girls looking over your shoulder as someone approached.

“Well doll, I can give you about ten thousand reasons if you really want to know.” You heard Bucky say from behind you.

Turning around you saw him standing there with the other Avengers as they came to collect the other ladies. As each couple paired off and made their way to the door you suddenly found yourself alone with Bucky. You still had the cat in your arms and he was sleeping contently.

“Hi Bucky.” You smile at him. “Thank you for not letting Rumlow win.”

“You’re welcome, but if you think that’s the only reason I did this, then I have some making up to do.” Bucky walked closer to you and used his flesh finger to stroke the cat on top of the head.

“Making up to do?” You asked.

“Yeah, I thought you knew that I wanted to ask you out.” He explained.

“Uh you did?”

“Yeah. I just never thought you’d go. So Thor talked me in to coming tonight and taking my chances. His thought was that if you had to go out with me, it would give me a chance to show you what a great guy I am, his words not mine, and that I could woo you.” Bucky chuckled at the last part.

“Woo me?” You giggled. “Well, I appreciate the effort to impress me, but you could have saved yourself some money and just asked me out the old fashioned way. I would have said yes.”

“Yeah?” He looks at you.

“Yeah.” You answer. “BUT now that you’ve told me about this mighty plan you and the god of thunder have cooked up, I’m wanting to see it play out.” You move to walk towards the handler to give the cat back. “Let me just give this little guy back and we can go.”

“No need.” Bucky tells you and you look at him. “I adopted him. He’s obviously a very smart fellow for picking you to cuddle up to. I only hope he can teach me his moves so that I can get some cuddles.” Bucky took him from your arms so you could find your coat and bag.

“Cuddles, Sargent Barnes come AFTER the proper wooing, not before.” You replied as you walked off.

“Well then let the wooing commence.” He said following after you.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #happyhoelentines2021 #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes valentine exchange

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captainjanegay · 4 years

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Sharp Dressed Man | Stucky | Meet Cute | 2.1k words | Ao3

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The curtain is pushed to the side and Steve automatically looks up. The man takes a step out of the cubicle. His head is turned as he looks over his shoulder to check himself in the mirror.

“Oh wow,” Steve breathes out despite himself.

A/N: This one is for my precious Helena @hbalbat based on a meet-cute prompt she's sent me. I'm not completely happy with it, especially the ending but hopefully that's just my sleep deprivation talking. Have fun! ♥

Also let's consider this my third entry for the @stuckybingo2020 because it fits.

“OK, I might have overdone it.”

Steve looks up from where he’s going through a rack of t-shirts, each one with a more obnoxious print than the other. To his surprise there’s nobody around. After a moment he realises that the deep male voice must have come from one of the cubicles that serve as the shop’s dressing rooms.

“The suit’s nice but I think the turtleneck is a bit much for it.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, confused. Either the guy likes talking to himself or he came with someone who wandered off, instead of waiting for him to change. So Steve goes back to his search and he shakes his head a bit to himself, realising what the guy has said. Turtlenecks are ridiculous, Steve never liked them and usually they just look weird. On anyone. But pairing them with a suit? That’s a whole other level of ridiculous in Steve’s opinion.

The curtain is pushed to the side and Steve automatically looks up. The man takes a step out of the cubicle. His head is turned as he looks over his shoulder to check himself in the mirror.

“I think I’ll take the suit, though. My butt looks good in it,” the man laughs but then he fully turns towards Steve. The laugh dies on his lips. He looks around, a bit confused and then glances back at Steve.

“Oh wow,” Steve breathes out despite himself.

The thing is, the man in front of him is gorgeous. Unfairly so. He is almost as tall as Steve, his dark hair is long, pulled back into a messy bun, one strand falling onto his forehead. Steve fingers itch to brush it back behind his ear. The man’s eyes are bright and there’s a short stubble on his face that only makes him look hotter. He is wearing a dark brown suit that fits his body perfectly. But the weirdest thing? Underneath the suit jacket he has a bright, mustard-y yellow turtleneck and it really shouldn’t work on anyone. But the man looks good. It makes Steve feel a bit weak in the knees.

“Oh,” the man blinks at Steve, his cheeks going pink. “You’re not Natasha.”

Steve mentally slaps himself across the head. There’s nothing better than to drool at the sight of a random man in a clothing store. A straight man, probably. With a possible girlfriend, if Steve wanted to jump to conclusions and he usually did.

“No, I’m not, I’m just Steve, sorry. I just—Looking for—T-shirts—” Steve says, not really sure where he is going with that. “Your girlfriend must’ve wandered off somewhere.”

Not being able to look at the man's face without embarrassing himself further, Steve glances somewhere above his shoulder. His eyes land on the mirror in the changing room and he sees that his entire face is bright red. Way to go, Steve.

"My girlfriend?" the man asks, raising a brow in confusion. "Oh you mean Tasha? She's not… I'm not…"

The man averts his gaze and rubs at his neck, looking rather uncomfortable and Steve really wishes he picked a different store. But on the other hand, if he did he would never have seen this man and it would be a shame. A real shame. No matter how much of an idiot he's making of himself right now, it is kind of worth it if he gets to look at this gorgeous human for a bit longer. This guy could easily be a model. Or maybe he is, Steve wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. Steve is an artist. He can appreciate beauty. And there is so much beauty to appreciate in this man.

So much beauty.

Steve wonders how weird it would be to ask if the man wanted to pose for him. Steve has already embarrassed himself plenty already so it wouldn’t hurt any more.

“Shit,” the man says to himself with a breathy laugh. He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to—,” he waves his hand vaguely between them and laughs again. “I just thought my friend will be useful for once and give me her opinion but apparently she just left me in the lurch.”

“For what it’s worth—you look incredible,” Steve says, sincerely. He can’t stop his eyes from wandering down the man’s body and then back up. “It—Really suits you.”

To Steve’s surprise he doesn’t get punched for—quite obviously—checking the guy out. It could be because of his size—it usually discourages people from trying to fight him, even though they sometimes want to. Like when he tells them that being racist, misogynist or a homophobe is a very fucking bad thing to be, for example. But the man doesn’t even look like he wants to punch Steve. Quite the contrary, a small smirk appears on his face. He tilts his head to the side and straightens up with confidence, even though his cheeks are still a bit pink.

“You think so? It’s not too much?” the man asks, apparently not noticing that Steve’s about to die.

“It’s great. You look great. And that’s coming from someone who despises turtlenecks,” Steve hopes that his smile is sincere, maybe even a little flirty and not as nervous as he feels.

The guy raises an eyebrow in response and he glances down before saying, “That’s fair. I don’t think there’s a turtleneck big enough to contain all of these muscles anyway. And it would be really unfair to hide those collarbones of yours.”

Automatically, Steve looks down where the two top buttons of his Henley are left open and it takes him a second to fully understand what the man just said. Is he being flirted with? Is the most attractive person he’s ever seen flirting with him? When Steve looks back up, the man’s eyes are already fixed on him, his smirk bigger and definitely more amused now.

OK, maybe Steve was too quick with labelling the man as straight. Or at least he hopes he was.

“I’m Bucky,” the man offers. Despite the fact that it’s a rather unique name—or nickname, who knows—Steve finds it quite fitting. “And you’re Steve, if I got that correctly?”

Steve nods with a smile, not really sure at which point of his mumbling he managed to introduce himself. For a moment they just stare at each other. Steve is not sure whether he wants to run or get significantly closer to the man. To Bucky, he reminds himself. Before he can do either of those things, Bucky shakes his head slightly and blinks.

“Right,” he says, taking a step back. He points his thumb at the changing room behind him and smiles. “I’d better—Gonna change and—Thanks for your opinion, Steve. You’re very—helpful.”

When Bucky turns away and grabs the curtain, Steve decides to take a chance. After all he was never the one to back down from a challenge.

“Hey, Bucky?” he calls.

With his hand curled around the curtain, Bucky looks over his shoulder at Steve. “Yeah?”

“Your butt looks really good in that suit.”

The curtain flutters close but Steve still can hear Bucky’s melodic laugh. He grins to himself.

And that’s when a small, redheaded woman walks over to the changing rooms and raises one of her perfect eyebrows at Steve.

“James? What are you wearing that makes a hot stranger compliment your ass?” she says with her eyes still trained on Steve as she reaches to grab the curtain behind which Bucky has just disappeared.

And that’s when Steve decides it’s his time to run.

Steve wanders around the mall for another hour or so. For some reason, he feels reluctant to walk into any other clothing store. It might be because he is worried he’d bump into Bucky again and embarrass himself further or it might just be trauma. It’s not ideal. Especially because his main goal of coming here was to buy some clothes so Sam would stop complaining about his “grandpa wardrobe”. Which is an obvious exaggeration, it’s not that bad. And Sam owns his fair share of khakis and checkered button-ups, so he is in no position to judge. But Steve figured that buying a new pair of jeans, some t-shirts and maybe a jacket won’t hurt.

Instead, he goes to a stationery shop and walks out with a new set of pencils and a sketchbook. The one he has is already half full anyway. Nearby, there’s a bookstore and Steve saunters between the shelves for a while, picking up whatever book catches his eye. He doesn’t really intend to buy anything but in the end he gets a sci-fi novel he wanted to read for a while but hasn't gotten to yet.

Steve would totally consider it a successful trip to the mall and called it a day. Sadly, he can imagine Sam laughing at his mumbled explanation as to why he didn't buy any clothes. So instead of going home, he decides to grab a coffee and then try to face the clothing store again. It can’t be that hard.

Rounding the corner, Steve collides with someone coming in the opposite direction. Automatically, he grabs the other person’s arm to help them regain their balance.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t—” Steve starts and looks up. Just as quickly, he completely forgets what he was meaning to say next.

It’s Bucky.

Bucky’s standing barely two feet away. His eyes are some kind of stormy blue and there are freckles splattered across his nose and part of his cheeks. Looking at him from this close is making it hard to breathe for Steve.

When recognition dawns on him, a smile blooms on Bucky’s face, “Hi, Steve!”

“Hi,” Steve just answers weakly. Only now he realises that his hand is still wrapped around Bucky’s bicep—a very nice bicep, Steve can feel the muscle hidden underneath Bucky’s layers of clothing and tries not to think about it too hard—and takes a step back, putting down his hand.

Obviously, Bucky is not in the outfit he had at the store but he still looks like he'd walked straight out of a fashion magazine. Now he's wearing a black button-up with little white dots all over it and a black leather jacket. His bun is even messier, several loose strands tucked behind his ear, but he still looks as attractive as before. Or maybe Steve is just biased.

"Fancy bumping into you again," Bucky says, seeming genuinely happy.

"You too," Steve finally gets a grip on himself and smiles. "Did you buy the suit?"

Bucky chuckles at that, blushing, "I did, actually. The turtleneck, too. Your…um, feedback was very helpful. Tasha approved, too." He glances to his side and furrows his brows. Turning around in a full circle, he looks back at Steve. "And apparently she ditched me again. I swear I'm not making her up!"

"I believe you, I've seen her back in the store," Steve assures him with a laugh. "Petite redhead, very intense stare?"

"Sounds like Natasha. She's great, at least when she's not busy abandoning me in shopping malls. Did you get whatever you needed? I didn't see you around when I left the changing room."

Tilting his head to the side, Steve just stares for a moment. Did that mean Bucky looked for him? The thought makes his insides twist in a slightly uncomfortable but pleasant way. Steve tries not to get his hopes up. The pink tinge on Bucky's cheeks doesn't help with that.

"Not really, couldn't find anything fitting," Steve says.

It's not exactly a lie, he just doesn't add that he was too embarrassed to face Bucky after complimenting his butt. Bucky opens his mouth, then closes it and bites the inside of his cheek, deciding against whatever he wanted to say. Steve raises an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asks.

"Nothing," Bucky says. "Just trying not to say something highly inappropriate again to a guy I don't really know."

The hope flutters in Steve's stomach, making him grin. At this point he's pretty confident that his initial assessment of Bucky was wrong. So he feels bold enough to ask, "You know, I was actually on my way to grab a coffee. Maybe you'd like to join me?"

"Sure, that would be nice," Bucky smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling adorably.

Steve might be a bit gone already.

"I'm still not gonna say, though. If that's your plan," Bucky adds and before Steve can say anything, he smirks. "It's gonna take more than one coffee to break me."

And this sounds like a challenge Steve's determined to win.“

Title: Sharp Dressed Man Creator(s): niallhoranbitches Card number: 065 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26961397 Square filled: E2 - Muscles Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Major tags: Meet Cute, No Powers AU Summary: The curtain is pushed to the side and Steve automatically looks up. The man takes a step out of the cubicle. His head is turned as he looks over his shoulder to check himself in the mirror.

“Oh wow,” Steve breathes out despite himself. Word count: 2118

#stucky #stuckyfic #stuckybingo2020 #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stevebucky fic #stevebuckyfic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #ok so #i really wanted to finish and post it today #as a little gift for you #after long and bad day at work #so hopefully it will make you smile at least a bit #even though i messed up a bit #and the header is meh #but i really wanted to do an edit for it #but its late so thats how it looks daskj #sorry #also fun meta fact - natasha totally does it on purpose #she disappears just to let steve and bucky talk #and after they go for coffee bucky wants to text her #but he finds a text from her instead #saying like #'don't let go of a man who can appreciate your butt james'#'follow your dreams and lick his abs'#because natasha's supportive like that djsakdas #lmao this is way too long and i really should go to sleep #i love u helena ♥#if you got that far into tags lmao

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spraklecat · 6 years

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BPB humanization below, hopefully cuts are working right because lol it’s pretty long.

Blackpool Pleasure Beach HCs

While I haven’t drawn any if them out, I’ve been picturing a lot of coasters here as cartoonish ugly but charming old/older folks because the park is kind of old-timey and rough around the edges (sea air probably makes things rust faster). These were pretty tough since I very much see the rides here as rides more than anything, but they do have lots of personality so I’ll try.

Grand National- Fraternal twins that look nearly identical. Long pale horsey faces/noses and big droopy eyes, wirey and pretty bony but softer in the middle. Probably wear some period-appropriate off-white and red 30s clothing with snazzy suspenders and caps. Big goofy round glasses. Tend to look scuffed up and disheveled, moreso than the others at BPB. Two snarky old grandpas that like to switch hats (one will wear red/dark purple the other green/blue) to confuse people and do this day even other coasters don’t assume who’s who because they’re never consistent. The only way to tell them apart is that the same guy (we’ll call him Lefty for being the left side of the coaster) almost always loses their quarrels and competitions. Enjoy pranking and teasing people in the carny way but actually pretty nice guys in the end, just don’t take them seriously.

Big Dipper- Sweet old lady, wavy white hair with reddish bits, smallish eyes, short, wide nose and bear-like bottom lip that flops down a bit. Not as rambunctious as the twins and actually pretty chill depending on her mood, but sharp for her age and surprisingly flexible if you give her time to bend into a weird position (this coaster has four-row train cars and navigates a hairpin turn right after the lift which is wild to see). Long straight dresses/skirts, could go for a slight nautical theme at times. Also wears similar glasses to the twins.

Nickelodeon Streak- Gentle, weaker than the other two/three bigger wooden coasters,loves kids even to the point that he tolerates being brightass orange for the sake of making them happier. Hard to really piss off. Not as rough looking as the previous guys, Blue Flyer also looks pretty sharp.

Blue Flyer- A tiny version of Nick Streak. If he weren’t so old he’d be mistaken for one of the kiddos in his area lol

Revolution- Silver fox, has aged VERY gracefully, with spiked hair, pointy features, and all grey clothes, maybe a vaguely military look. Big fitness nut who always hogs the damn step climber machine. Has sudden but predictable mood snaps throughout the day but a damn reliable worker and pleasant guy. Buddies up to Icon because of their similar colors but Icon doesn’t really “get” him personality-wise and things are kind of awkward between them. Still loves Irn-Bru even though it’s not a sponsor anymore.

Icon- German/Japanese, slick minimalist aesthetic and looks nothing like the other guys at his park. Shiny grey haired late teen/young adult, muscular but compact and a bit curvy and generally an attractive guy. Friendly enough but the difference in mindset between him and the others is too much for things to not be awkward. Sometimes does amazing things but also fucks around a lot.

Big One- Tall with long limbs that make her look even bigger, broad but more wirey and “dry” than buff. Lots of hard edges. Long primary color red hair usually done up in braids or a scrunchy, very 90s cool kid fashion sense and always has a Union Jack print shirt. Tan, but nobody’s sure if that’s her natural skin tone or fake, she’s kind of orange lol. She can change her outfits/appearance a lot and still be recognizable because everyone just knows her as being big and always wearing red and blue. While intimidating, she’s actually pretty nice and chill and loves adventure, and thinks nothing of doing some pretty crazy things because she half-asses everything but that’s still impressive when doing those sorts of things. Doesn’t get along super well with her bro Magnum but would be buds with Millennium Force if they weren’t so far apart because they’ds both big, relatively gentle rides that are more remarkable for being huge and expansive and for having cool views than being particularly amazing ride-wise. Tends to sprawl everywhere when sitting/laying down, to others’ annoyance. Drinks too much Pepsi Max.

Infusion- Another cool 90s chick, much shorter and smaller than Big One though kind of similar build. Tightly curled blue hair, always wears bathing suits or beachy attire. LOVES vaporwave aesthetic, especially anything involving retro cgi water or Fiji. Loves anything water, actually, particularly squirt guns and fountains. Can be a bitch but also a ton of fun to hang around with (what a bad unintentional pun) and very energetic. Tries to pal around with B&M inverts but they look down on her for being a Vekoma wanna-be.

Avalanche- Much as I love this ride, man itms hard to think about it this way. Ava is of Swiss descent but has never actually bobsledded and there’s not even much snow in Blackpool, but she does enjoy water/regular slides or sliding down hills in wagons. Zany and unrestrained but tires fast.

Steeplechase- Oh geez. They’re like the Grand National twins’ even more mischevious mini-me triplets. Fortunately they rarely act all together and it’s just two of them. Tiny little rambunctious munchkins that rampage around coaster infields after park hours and like to harass the carousels because they’re freeee and punch people in the love handles because it’s all they can reach. Moderately annoying and physically weak, but so amusing in their antics that other coasters don’t really care.

Also I really liked the dark rides here so I’ll do them as well!

Ghost Train- Loves spoopy stuff, but more just for the creepy/morbid factor than trying to jumpscare people or make them scream. Eclectic taste ranging from standard horror to goofy skeleton jokes. Acts like a grandma to other ghost trains and spooky rides, particularly the one at Thorpe, makes them skull cookies made from cricket flour and knits them socks with spiderwebs and stuff on them and the like lol

River Caves- Little old lady, completely off her rocker and rambles on about things so nonsensical it’s actually impressive. According to Maxim (Flying Machines), she’s always been pretty nonsensical, though. Very eclectic fashion tastes from different cultures and art movements.

Alice in Wonderland- Also a pretty weird older lady, though not as old or strange as the previous two. Obviously a big fan of the book and probably movie, voice can be quiet and hard to understand. Cat lady. A close relative (maybe even sister? I think it’s the same ride system) of the Alice ride at Disneyland, as she’s also an Arrow!

Wallace and Gromit- Scatter-brained but the least nutty of the dark rides.

Valhalla- Closed the whole time I was there RIP Some viking dude who’s nuts about both water and fire and likes to fucking drench people. Probably friends with Infusion for that reason.

Bonus:

Hell Raiser (the Waltzer at South Pier)- Grandiose guy, dresses like a circus ringmaster and 90s arcade carpet simultaneously. Likes loong electronic/dance songs, his favorite song is the 8-minute mix of “You Spin Me Round”. Very charismatic and good at changing things up enough to not tire/bore people, but can still wear others down.

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