#I liked a bunch of the doodles that came out of 2023

[aquacomet]

My 2023 Art summary! aka: opps all Sun and Moon doodles (+variations and art fight)

2023 was a year for sure, hit a new record in the number of digital doodles, joined my second year of art fight, plus I got into joining magmas!

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

[recurring-polynya]

Writing Update/Art Update 5/9/2023

Many things happened last week. Not very many of them were drawing. I'll get back to that.

I have finally started posting the big (it's not really big. Medium-big. It just felt big) fanfic that I have working on for most of the year. You can start here if you want to read it, Chapters 1-3 are currently available.

I finished the smut. I had mostly finished it by Friday, but then we had a belated-because-we-were-waiting-for-spring-weather backyard birthday party for my daughter this past weekend, so I had to spend a solid 48 hours in the paralyzing deathgrip of anxiety at the prospect of socializing with people I don't know (the parents of some of my daughter's classmates), so I didn't get much of anything else done, although I did clean my house and buy a bunch of hot dogs.

I only got one doodle done this week, which took me three days, spread out over the anxiety deathgrip, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. I really would like to start on a more serious project this week, but I may get back to them, we'll see how it goes. I do want to thank everyone who sent in prompts, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to more of them. Turns out I'm real bad at doing quick, fast-turnaround doodles! Is anyone surprised??

After that, like, I said, I finished up the porno. I was hoping to post it yesterday, but it was pretty late at night by the time I finished my editing sweep. Today was a go places posting day and I didn't really want to post two different fanfics in one day, plus I had made kind of a lot of edits, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to let it sit a day and then do another sweep before posting. In other words, tomorrow, probably.

This morning, I re-read what I've gotten written so far of Ductwork, which is the working title of the next story in the Heart is a Muscle. It's 7707 words at the moment, and I get hot mad every time I read it because I want there to be more of it, and unfortunately, there is only one way to make that happen. But it's gonna!! I keep telling myself that it was really worthwhile to have taken the time to write go places first, because Ductwork is largely about Rukia and Renji finally digging down into a lot of festering insecurities from that time in their afterlives. I have a couple different approaches to writing these days, and I'm gonna try to do the thing that ended up working for go places, which is 1) try to write something every day, 2) chronological schmonological, write whatever I can possibily come up with, I'll just cram it all together at the end, this was very fun and easy last time and definitely did not take six drafts and a color-coded spreadsheet. Based on past experience, I do not think I am going to be able to power through to completion, so my goal is to add at least 20k words to the thing before I flame out in a blaze of beautiful depression and spend the rest of the summer on something insane, like bringing back the Soul Society Tattoo Artist AU. My overall prediction is that it will be around 60k, but I'm not discounting the possibility that it could be another 100k-er. (it better not go over 120k tho, I will die for real)

Anyway, that was my week! Whew!

[md3artjournal]

1/12/2023. So I've been working on this drawing since 1/8/2023. Started as an analog doodle in my sketchbook, then scanned, and have been using it to practice/learn how to work with vectors in Krita.

And I've learned a lot! I feel like I'm finally starting to get the hang of digital drawing!

---even though I still don't have a proper stylus. x_x; I can't see what I'm drawing behind my cheap stylus's giant nib, but using it whenever I can still saves my hand from pain. My laptop actually came with a stylus, but it uses AAAA batteries, that ran out, I can't find them at any of my usual stores, and I'm still a chicken about buying things online. x___x;;; I've never even bought anything from Amazon, to this day, for goodness sakes! x~x;;;;;;;

But my problem right now is that despite feeling proud of the progress I've been making, learning vectors and Krita, it's still not completely satisfying or fulfilling. I feel like I have a strange, unsatisfied itch in my hands from not drawing since 1/8/2023. I mean, what I've been doing digitally for the past few days should count as drawing, but my hand muscles feel like I haven't been drawing at all. Whatever I've been practicing, it's completely different from the need to draw that my hand muscles need.

So I've been considering ending this drawing at this state. Back when I decided to turn my analog doodle into a chance to practice digital drawing to my fullest extent, I told myself I'd practice all the details that I barely do anymore in my analog drawings, because I draw too small, I've been too focused on finishing a doodle everyday, I run out of time, etc. But drawing digitally allows me to make my tiny sketches large enough to add shading, highlights, and other details. So I wanted this drawing to be my chance to practice that. I wanted to be able to take my time, come back to a single drawing, multiple times, and really WORK it---adding onto it, adjusting it, modifying it, waiting for all my ideas to surface, instead of just rushing to get it done. But I don't know how much longer I can hold out not drawing in the way my hand muscles need.

But after writing that out, I guess the clear solution is to concurrently draw a bunch of analog stuff for my hand muscles, while keeping this digital drawing as a work in progress, until after I've added all those details I said I'd practice. I guess that's what I'll do.

Feel kind of bad for not posting it yet though. Because even at this state so far, I like it. But that's what I have my art journal blog for: work in progress pics and random art venting.

[chronicallyonlinecath]

Friday 23rd June 2023 - Songs, general music madness

I promised I'd do a release radar so here we are;

Lyn Lapid released a whole new album - to love in the 21st century (my favourite track is cross ur mind); https://open.spotify.com/album/18pzJc8GyrVQmunRXrY3ch?si=hThOsvMuQ9q_fcwBLl3mww&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A18pzJc8GyrVQmunRXrY3ch

Cody Fry released a new single and I adore it - Waltz for Sweatpants; https://open.spotify.com/track/5NItQtFp7GdPaOG41vVXCk?si=UpHUkG_aQJmjpwmUuVhhIg

Other than that no artists I have an unhealthy obsession with have released any music today, which is a shame really.

Again, apologies for the lack of blog yesterday, but literally nothing happened. Other than me going into town and buying a scrapbook for the summer, of which I'm making because I thought it would be funny. And it's fun to doodle over old photos of my friends and remember good times.

Today was great, I got up early as hell to get to chamber choir on time and then did saxy brass afterwards. Then I had about an hour and forty to spare before I had to go back to another chamber choir rehearsal, so I walked the hour walk to and from Harry's home since he did saxy brass too. On the way back I called Carter and Reagan on bunch - Reagan was in a field with their horse, and Carter was just chilling at home.

So when I got home, I did the logical thing and invited them over. And honestly, it was super chill - we stayed at mine for god knows how long, and then went to the records shop in town (that for some reason no one knows exists??) where I brought an ABBA cd that I will be blasting at full volume at some point over the summer. We hung out for what felt like an age, until my mum came home and I realised, oh shit, I have a concert I need to get ready for.

No major concert, just a local choir festival but still super important (and super fun) where we sang a couple of the songs we're going to be singing at the huge concert we're doing on Wednesday. The big Summer Concert. My final one, too, which is sad to think about.

But no need to dwell on that. I spent the majority of my time in the concert with Reagan, either stuffing my face with food, stopping them from keeling over or arguing that I'm not as small as the primary school kiddos. Harvey spent a good batch of the concert on him phone, only stopping to look for his ex girlfriend (from year six) in the local choir. She had a solo - and was an incredible singer, she has a very good voice. There was a child who kept making child noises which caused Alison to constantly be like "awww!!!"

She and Valerie have child fever and they're just 16- it scares me.

Because of this Elliot, sat behind Harvey, poked me and was like "Hey hey Alison likes small children-" and then paused, took in what he said, the look on my face, and was like "nO not like that-"

He apparently meant something else, and when I told Alison that's what he said she didn't get it, which made it even funnier-

Anyway the entire concert was just that, a concert, and (i know he's been gone a while) Andrew stole my squashies and gave them out to people (it's okay tho i got like 3)

And then my quavers were nicked by Reagan more times than I can count (I got a chonker pack from McColls) plus Harvey and Elliot as well.

One must go, I have band tomorrow and another concert on Sunday (the music grind never ends)

~CM

[patches-bitsandbobs]

started: 10/10/2023: Giovanni's diary entries, from the 60's, all the way until he meets his new best friend in the 90's. (warnings for mentions of cancer and death)

196⬛, April (a doodle of a man wearing a beaten looking top hat is at the top of the page) Ben and his buds came in, absolutely sloshed out of their minds. Ben was wearing a stupid, torn up top hat. apparently the fair was packed, all kinds of different booths and little shops this time, which is nice to hear. he looks so ridiculous in it. he's gonna regret it tomorrow - don't think Ben thought ahead to take the day off. he never tends to.

196⬛, April I was right. poor fella looked greener than a pickle. apparently Nicole and the people at work laughed at him the entire time, which I don't doubt at all. decided to grant him mercy and let him nap here, though I don't think the counter was the best place for it. he seemed to appreciate it though. his friends came in later, and we all escorted him back home, and Nicole gave us cookies as thanks. saw the top hat on the table. says he's gonna keep it. they're a funny bunch.

196⬛, May (doodles of flowers litter one corner of the page) Bridget gave me some of her winnings from the fair today. some pins of characters I've never seen before, posters of TV shows, a really comfortable shirt. has a cat face on it. it's cute. I told her she didn't need to give me anything but she insisted, so I gave her cupcakes in return. glad to hear the rich didn't ruin the fair this year. I wish I'd gone. I always miss it when it's good.

197⬛, March a three legged dog keeps ransacking the bins behind the parlour. no idea how it even gets behind there. told Bertha about it. didn't see a collar, so maybe it's a stray? I hope it doesn't go into the forest.

197⬛, June Tala told me a joke that was so funny I laughed for 10 minutes straight. they wouldn't stop staring at me. I don't care. I needed that. now Ben won't stop calling me the "grinning chuckler". as if it's my fault she's so funny.

197⬛, June Jenny said Ben and Richy had an argument the other day, though she doesn't know about what. said she heard Richy make all kinds of threats toward him. that's scary. that man can do anything he wants with all the money he's got. when Ben comes in later, I'll ask if I can help with anything. we need to stick together.

197⬛, August it's like Ben just up and disappeared. he's been nowhere near the parlour, and the gang say they haven't seen him either. Nicole seems absent too, but Tala said she saw her in her house. it makes me nervous.

197⬛, October (the bottom of the paper is covered with doodles and scribbles of birds and dogs) Ben and Nicole still haven't shown up. not like them to dip without a word to anyone, especially Ben. I haven't even seen them out and about! I've been everywhere, searching and asking around, but no ones seen them. I'm worried.

197⬛, November Richie was in a better mood than usual today, which is never a good sign. was gloating and being more arrogant. seemed like he was celebrating something. I wish he'd drop dead already. it started raining after he left. call me superstitious, but I find that when it rains, it's never a good sign.

197⬛, November still no sign of Ben or Nicole, and now June seems absent too. what is going on?

197⬛, December not much happened today. still worried. all I've done is bake all day. made too many cupcakes. thankfully Bertha buys them in bulk, and Triston always stops by for one. I asked if they'd seen anyone. both said no. Bridget says she feels sick and that her legs feel numb. got a bad feeling about all of this.

197⬛, December (there are dried tear marks on the paper) Bridget is getting worse. can barely walk now, can't even leave the house. she keeps her door unlocked for visitors. she looks like she's on deaths door. she isn't even in her 70's yet.

197⬛, January (the margin is covered with doodles) a new year, a new scheme by the rich to try and petition replacing Kings Park for a bingo place again. I'm so glad they're not allowed to do as they wish; they have enough places that belong to them as is. we're lucky we even have the park.

197⬛, January (the margin is covered with doodles of cats and dogs) at least Richy isn't happy anymore.

197⬛, March I'm trying to help as much as I can; house cleaning, shopping, keeping her company. she's bed bound now. can't stand seeing Bridget like this. it's tearing me apart. Jenny helps here and there. we still haven't seen Ben or Nicole. where are they?

197⬛, April June dropped by! her and Jacob are planning for a baby! I'm so happy that living in a wretched place such as this doesn't put couples off from having families. she stayed for hours. wonderful to see her again. was worried something bad had happened to her. gave her cupcakes on the house. she and Jacob were studying about babies at the library, which, hey. at least they're going into the whole thing properly. I didn't even know they had those kinds of books.

197⬛, November Bertha said she caught the stray dog and gave it a bath! should be staying at hers until she can find it a new home. I would take it in but I'm not very good with animals. breaks my heart every time they go.

197⬛, December they haven't been to the parlour in weeks. not like them at all. Tala never misses Milkshake Monday, even when she's sick. I hope they didn't go looking for Ben, but a horrible feeling tel

(a few pages are messily torn out)

198⬛, June its started to rain really hard. been a while since it rained like this, probably decades, if I had to guess. I've been alive a long time at this point. I'm tired.

198⬛, June there's no doubt in my mind that they're all dead. haven't seen Jenny, Tala, nor Loid in months. still nothing of Nicole either. oh, Ben. if only you knew how much we loved you. we could have tried to help with whatever was happening. I wish you hadn't locked yourself away.

198⬛, July (the paper is covered in angry scribbles) I knew Richie had something to do with Bens disappearance. I knew he had something to do with the others. I knew it. lying, slimy bastard. we can't do anything about him. not like we can kill him, we'd be no better than that thing in the forest. wretched man. no idea what happened to Nicole, but I haven't seen her since all those years ago. no idea how she can stay away for this long - this town is so tiny, how is she staying off the radar? we at least know she isn't in the forest. that's at least a positive.

198⬛, February the stray dog Bertha caught a while ago both didn't find a home and managed to escape her place. for having three legs, it sure is quick! said it managed to outrun her and dip behind a fence. feisty little thing.

198⬛, june (there are dried tear marks on the paper) bridget is dead. cancer. she was struggling for years, finally got her. i am not a praying man, but i cant take this heartbreak any longer. i cant bear losing one more person. i have been alive long enough. i am not giving the forest the satisfaction, but all i beg is that something, anything, kills me. please. i want no more of this. i cant handle it anymore.

(a few pages are full of nothing but drawings; tree's, animals, scenery, and flowers)

198⬛, ju jacob visited. dropped off some flowers and a cake june made. that was nice of him. chest still hurts. need to reopen the parlour soon. can't sit around doing nothing all day.

198⬛, sep feeling a tad better, though not by much. it's still hard. i can't keep getting attached, but i can't help it. i made some pizzas and opened the parlour today. have to keep going, i suppose.

198⬛, March a monster walked out of the forest, a cat. turned out to be one of Bertha's rescues, no idea how she could even tell from under the tar. killed four people. was hard to down - a miracle we were even able to. leaked tar everywhere, can't clean it properly, too sticky and thick, none of us want to touch it, even with gloves on. nothing like this has happened before. it's all too sudden. hope that dog doesn't go in next.

198⬛, March a new rule was made, to catch, report, and eradicate anything that comes out of the forest on sight. easier said than done. of course it was devised by the old rich people, the same ones who won't want to deal with it themselves, so they make us do it instead. typical if you ask me. getting sick of it.

198⬛, December (the page is full of doodles of a three legged, spotted dog) I've named the stray dog Ruby. it's getting colder, and it breaks my heart to see her outside in this weather. she visits the bins all the time, and she trusts me enough to let me touch her. she's started coming inside the parlour with me, so I got a doggie bed, and she sleeps in it all the time now. looks like she's had three legs for a long time, but she doesn't look skinny or sick. I think she's a bulldog. have to ask Bertha. it's weird. something feels off about her, and I can't put my finger on why.

199⬛, March boxes have started showing up at the forests entrance. I'm not sure whats in them. no one wants to go near them.

199⬛, March some kids visited and gave me something? I'm not sure what the hell it is. it's weird and made of metal, and if you rotate the handle, the end of it twists? it looks like a whisk got shoved on to a pole, with some mechanical bits slapped on for good measure. they said they found it in those weird boxes. trust the youth to not give a fuck. just glad no monster jumped out at them.

199⬛, March the strange mechanical thing is exactly as I thought - a modified whisk. it's less strenuous than using your hand, makes the mixing a lot easier. I like it.

199⬛, March same group of kids came by and dropped off even more stuff from those boxes. there's all sorts of gadgets and gizmos! I can't wrap my head around them! one looks like a flat box that can flip open, while another looks like a brick! it sketches me out that these came from the forest, but the whisk hasn't turned on me yet, so these must be safe as well. it's not like the forest to be so kind without there being a twist.

199⬛, May (there are dried tear marks on the paper) JUNE HAD A BABY! HER NAMES ROXY!

199⬛, May (there are dried tear marks on the paper) Roxy is so tiny she held my hand she's so small compared to me I've never seen Jacob so happy they're gonna be great parents

(the writing is illegible, full of frantic gibberish and half crossed out sentences. only one word is solid) MONST ER

sep woke up on parlour floor. head hurts. maybe just a dream. ruby won't stop sniffing me.

(the page is full of crossed out words that are mis-spells. the face of a toothy blue rabbit is hastily drawn at the bottom) came back

wont leave sharp teeth eyes never blink scared im scared

sep (the page is full of garbled scribbles and swirls) top hat seems familiar why is it magic ???? all it does is stare at me where have i seen that hat before

(the bottom part of the page is torn)

199⬛, September (more drawings of a blue, toothy rabbit litter the page) so! there's a monster visiting my parlour now! and do you know what wasn't talked about in the agreement? WHERE TO GO WHEN THERE IS A MONSTER. WHERE DO I GO. WHO DO I GO TO ABOUT THIS. WHO DO I TALK TO TO GET THIS SORTED OUT. WHO'S IN CHARGE ABOUT THIS. WHERE DO I GO TO MAKE THIS STOP

(the bottom of the page is torn)

im going mad

199⬛, September well, at least the monster knows not to show up in the day time. still don't want it here at all. it said it's from the forest. still don't know what to do. at least it hasn't tried attacking yet. can't tell June, doesn't deserve the stress. don't know Triston well enough. don't think Bertha would want a sentient talking rabbit thing with the rest of her animals. would rather be killed than go to the rich. what do I do

sep is this my prayer finally answered? did the forest actually listen to me? if so, then why isn't it attacking? why is it biding its time? ive wanted this for so long. maybe it can kill me. i need to provoke it. why is it not attacking me. all it does is stare.

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Giovanni emotion speedrun

[vydante]

Restart | Avengers x Male! Reader | 5

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Avengers x Male! Reader (romantically: undecided)

Plot: Dr. Strange said there was only one possibility of winning the battle against Thanos.

But when (Name) is forced into the past and into his younger body, he’s suddenly given the chance to start over and prevent the future from happening again.

So which route are you going to take? Are you going to risk the future and take preventative measures, or live life with the Avengers for the next 4 years, knowing what will soon come?

A/N: Long. Includes Endgame Spoilers.

You lie on your bed silently contemplating. The others had already settled down in their respective homes, and so far the only Avengers still in the building was your dad and Steve, who was also still here, but it was around this time that he’d usually go back to his apartment. He’s probably finishing up sending the report to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Yesterday’s mission had been a success, but that didn’t mean it never left the back of your head. You will admit, you can’t remember every single detail of every mission you went on, but you definitely knew that the mission wasn’t supposed to go the way it did.

"Look who we have here, a baby Stark."

The door slammed itself stuck as a heavily accented voice spoke up.

You turned around and held a neutral stance as you were surrounded by around 40 or so enemies. They all held guns- a few even had knives, strangely enough.

A pit formed in your stomach, all of your senses screaming at you that this was wrong. You didn't remember this happening. You were supposed to get the file and go, no hassles, no fighting, no nada. Nothing.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

But you had to keep face.

"I think you mean the superior Stark."

Even if you were severely outmatched, especially with a 1-40 ratio, your sarcasm was one of your most successful defense mechanism. They couldn't see it, but you were slightly panicking underneath your helmet. The only thing they could sense was the snarkiness in your voice.

The guy in front- he seems to be the leader of the pack behind him- spits on the floor and holds his gun point blank at your face.

"Let's cut to the chase. Come with us quietly, and we won't hurt you."

You eyed the blinking words in your U.I.

'Thruster Percent: 98...'

You shakingly smiled and raised both of your hands, making the man smile- he seems a bit too happy, maybe he thinks that he actually intimidated you.

Though you were a bit scared, it wasn't because of them per se. You breathed in and out.

You've faced worse. You're only panicking because this wasn't planned for. But you're good on your feet- you've fought worse.

40 guys with guns- which can't even penetrate your armor, though it can damage it- is nothing. Besides, you've fought an overpowered grape with balls for chins and lived, so this shouldn't be that much of a challenge.

You sighed with a regained sense of confidence. He's lowering his gun. He thinks he's won.

"When has that tactic ever work?"

You shot your blasters straight at him as they all raised their guns. Their leader crashes against the guy behind him as bullets start flying at you. You flew into the air as you made sure to keep the folder from being hit.

You shot left and right as the bullets pelted themselves at you- some missed, some didn't.

You shot a continuous beam and turned a full 360, taking down a significant amount of guys in one go.

'Structural Integrity: 92%...'

You will admit, that did take a punch at your pride knowing you were getting shot at a lot. You launched your body at a huddled group, knocking almost all of them out as you roundhoused kicked, one guy.

You grunted as you heard your dad call your name over the comms. He sounds panicked. Your comms were off as you were a bit busy right now. You knew you should probably respond back, but being surrounded by a bunch of guys made talking seem like kind of a bad idea right now.

You grunted as someone elbowed you in the head, but you launched forward and headbutted them.

So far, only a fourth of their original crew still remains. You grabbed one by their neck and slammed them into their buddy. You feel arms wrap themselves around your neck, but you scoff.

As if that'd do anything.

You huffed as you hit the back of your head against the guy's head.

There was only a few of them left, and they were all the more easy to take out. Just a few punches and blasters in their faces- not literally, that's just cruel- you soon found yourself surrounded by piles of bodies, some obviously alive and some... You weren't too sure.

You took your helmet off and panted as you scratched your head.

Now that the storm was gone, now you were just left with questions.

What just happened? Was this supposed to happen? Or was your memory just failing you right now?

But before you had time to even think any more, the sound of the door opening with great force brings you back to reality. You turned around with a dumb look on your face, meeting your dad and Steve's equally dumb expression on his face. All of you were panting as you spoke up quietly.

"Uh, hey guys. I got the folder."

You don’t remember being ambushed like that. After all, if you know yourself- which you did- then you know that teenager you wouldn’t have been able to handle that many enemies at once.

Of course, you're more experienced and knew how to handle them- you've handled worse before.

For sure, you would remember being severely injured from the mission, but nothing came to your mind. All you remembered that, obviously, the mission was a success, but never at your cost.

You shook your head and turned to your side. Maybe your memory was just lacking. After all, it had been nearly a decade since this particular mission; it wasn’t like you were going to remember everything.

But it still lingered in your mind. You sighed and sat up, feeling restless. For now, you’ll just have to brush that aside.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., is anyone in the lab right now?”

“No, sir.”

Good.

You had a lot of goals you needed to complete, and the first one was making your nanotech suit. You will admit, it was going to be difficult given that 2013 tech simply isn’t what it is 10 years into the future. Maybe you’ll start small- perhaps you should try to recreate your dad’s prototype?

You cautiously opened the door and glanced around. You made your way down the empty building and into the lab. The lights automatically turned on as you made your way to your section, and cracked your knuckles. You glanced at a nearby clock.

‘11:28 PM’

You hummed.

It shouldn’t take you that long. If 2023 Tony can figure out time travel in under a day, 2023 you can make a nanotech watch in under 12 hours. All that matter is the supplies.

Morning rolled around and Tony was in the kitchen, his body still sore from the day before. He brewed a cup of coffee and quietly sipped on it as he checked the monitors as he normally does. Pepper was still in bed as Tony was feeling restless for once. As he swiped through each camera recording, there seemed to be nothing unusual going on. He wanted to make extra sure though.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., give me a diagnostics. Anything changed?”

Tony hummed as the familiar voice rang through the kitchen.

“Just the usual, sir. However, (Name) has been in the lab for the whole entirety of the night, sir.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Pull up the camera footage.”

“Of course, sir.”

The monitor appeared out of thin air and in front of him. The camera was facing your back as you sat hunched over a table. Your surroundings looked like a mess, with exposed wires and plenty of metal plates scattered everywhere. Your hair was a mess, and judging by your clothes you hadn’t changed ever since you got home.

And even though there was sound on, Tony could barely hear anything. Just the sound of Dum-E going buck wild, and in the corner of the camera view, he seemed to be waving something around. Was that a plastic hand?

“What’s he doing?”

J.A.R.V.I.S. was quiet. J.A.R.V.I.S.’ voice echoes through the camera, and he sees your head pop up to answer J.A.R.V.I.S. quietly. Tony struggles to hear it.

“... He says he’s working on homework, sir.”

Tony rolled his eyes. He grabbed another cup and poured coffee into it, knowing very well that you hadn’t drunk or eaten anything in hours.

“Yeah, sure. Tell him I’m coming down there.”

“Of course, sir.”

Your heart sank to your toes as you heard J.A.R.V.I.S. relay what Tony told him to tell you. You scrambled as you tried to pull something out to make it look like homework. You dug your hand in your cabinet as you pulled out a bunch of unfinished projects.

You were getting frustrated and just pulled something out, no matter if it wasn’t what you wanted and found some dingy project- it looks like a mini version of Dum-E with a crudely painted “Smart-E” doodled on it.

You tossed it straight on your table.

You glanced at your watch and in a panic, you slapped it around your wrist as you struggled to buckle it tightly on. You had just finished with it and was running through the settings and schematics of it, but you’ll just have to do that later. Just as you finish getting it on your wrist, your dad walked into the lab.

“Guess who has coffee?”

You sent him a tired and anxious smile. You hadn’t seen a single person ever since Steve dropped by last night to say his goodbyes, so seeing someone alive after being alone for so long was weird for you.

“Someone’s up early.”

You murmured as your eyes lingered on the steaming cup. He came around your desk and settled right in front of you. He handed you your cup of coffee to which you gracefully took. He smirked at you.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Late Nighter. I'd thought being on the battlefield yesterday would've tuckered you out.”

You rolled your eyes as you took a sip of coffee. You nervously twitched as you placed your hand in between your thighs as if you were cold.

“I'm young, I've got energy. You guys are just old. What do you need?”

He placed his hands on his chest.

“What, can I not visit my child while he does his… homework?”

He questioned your Smart-E as you coughed quietly. You will admit, it looked pretty stupid for it to be ‘homework’.

“Yeah, it’s more of a personal homework though. Nothing for school.”

You cringed as your voice cracked midway through. Your dad held back a smile. Puberty, he probably thought.

“I can tell.”

You kicked him, making him laugh as he swiveled around in his chair. He may be old, but he still has plenty of spirit in him for him to be giggling like a school girl.

You placed your cup down on the table and lifted Smart-E into the cabinet, even though you just took it out. Chances are, the poor thing’s not gonna ever see the light of day again.

Your dad was silent for a moment, his eyes tracked on your wrist unbeknownst to you. He took another sip of his coffee as you closed the drawer.

“Nice watch. Didn’t take you for a watch guy.”

You jumped.

“Wha- what watch?”

Your eyes snap to your wrist and you laughed. You tried to think of the best lie possible, but the only thing that popped up was something that made you cringe at how bad it sounded.

“Oh, this thing, it’s uh, the Apple Watch! Yeah, Apple Watch… Just bought it recently, haha.”

Confusion flashed over Tony’s eyes, but it was quickly erased with humor. He smiled and stood up as he stretched. He strolled over to the entryway as he yelled back at you.

"Leaving so soon?"

You called out to him. Though you did want him to leave as fast as possible so you can continue with your work, you will miss him a bit.

“Well, there's a meeting today so I gotta wake up Ms. Potts. We'll head over in a few hours. I’d ask you to come, but you have class tomorrow. Catch up on those Z’s and quit staying up late!”

The door shut as you were left sitting in your seat confused. You pulled out your phone and skimmed through your calendar.

'Isn't tomorrow a teacher workday?'

Unbeknownst to you, Tony head through the halls quietly with an equally as confused expression as you. He scratched his head as he entered the elevator.

'What's an Apple Watch?'

You finally finished finicking with the last settings on your 'prototype'. You will admit, it does look just like an Apple Watch- you may or may not have owned one in the later years, having finally given into the Apple ecosystem- but the OS isn't it. It's disguised as a watch, and yes it does function like one, but pushing the right buttons pulls out the nanotech stored inside.

You looked at its final form. Similar to your dad's prototype, it looked like a skin-tight glove with metallic plates fitted around it. It just has a different color scheme- your color scheme. 

So far, it has just about as much as you could try to fit in the thing. You just pray that you don't have to use it around your dad, otherwise you'll have him breathing down your neck as to what was in your watch.

The watch transformed back into its natural state as just a watch. You securely tightened it around your wrist as you sighed and stretched.

You cleaned up your station and as you were leaving the lab, you heard J.A.R.V.I.S.' voice through the speakers.

"Sir, Ms. Potts is calling you down for dinner."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Already?"

"It's 7 PM, sir."

You took a glance outside the window, and it was indeed getting dark.

You sighed quietly as you turned the lights off in the lab. You thought to yourself as you made your way down to the dining area.

You suppose that, for now, you'll just have to resume life as the normal teenager (Name). At the end of the day, you still had your duties as a high school student to keep up with, even if you were an Avenger- especially one from the future, at that.

You just pray that you remember how to act like a teenager when tomorrow comes round.

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