#I may not be as fixated on it as I was back then but...

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First Impressions | Joaquin Torres

Summary: the first time Sam introduces you to Joaquin

Warnings: flirting, fluff, playful banter

A/N: I fell in love with this man during Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Completely forgot about him until I watched the new Cap the other night. So here’s this little before going to sleep drabble. As you will quickly be able to tell I love the idea of a Carol Danvers niece reader given the whole air force thing. Hope people enjoy. May write some more in the future.

Joaquin was smitten the second you walked into his house. When Sam said he was headed over with “some new recruit” he hadn’t expected you. A roughed up baseball cap on top of your head, faded baseball jersey, baggy oversized jeans and sneakers, dripping from head to toe and almost shivering.

“What happened?” Joaquin asked Sam as you tentatively stepped through the sliding door, not wanting to drip too much on this strangers carpet.

“He dropped me in the lake.” Your voice blurted out, completely unamused, shooting daggers at the still newly appointed Captain America.

“Yeah, well, still better that than a 40ft drop onto hard ground.” Sam retorted.

“Or you could have just not dropped me at all?!” You stressed, hands raised in the air, still in complete disbelief over this turn of events. “That’s the last time I’m ever flying with you.” You muttered and you saw Joaquin let out a little chuckle over the situation.

That’s when you really took him in. The guy who Sam sung the praises of. His supposedly best recruit, not that he would actually tell him that.

“Come on, I’ll get you a towel.” Joaquin said, leading you upstairs and to the bathroom.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything I could change into, do you?” You asked him, as he handed you a couple towels.

“Umm, yeah, of course, I’ll just go find you something.”

You didn’t wait for him to return before you whipped off your clothes and immediately jumped in the shower to wash the murky lake water off of you. You were grateful that it was an old tub and shower curtain situation and not one of those see through glass cabinet shower situations, not that it didn’t stop Joaquin from blushing when he came back into the bathroom a few minutes later with some clothes in hand.

“Oh, sorry- I didn’t realise you were- I’ll just leave these- uh- yeah.” He rushed out before quickly shutting the door again.

He hesitated a moment as he stood with his back to the door, his brain fixated on the small glimpse he got of your naked back from behind the shower curtain. He could feel the flush in his cheeks. The smile that threatened his lips. He fought to hide it as he went back down to Sam in the kitchen.

“So who is she?” Joaquin asked as he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and passed it to Sam before picking up his own previously discarded mug to finish.

“She’s a Danvers.” Sam said, as if the surname alone held a lot of weight, but Joaquin still didn’t bite. “As in Carol Danvers… Captain Marvel.” Sam said, walking him through it slowly until Joaquin’s face began to flicker with recognition. “Carol’s her aunt. Before she became Captain Marvel she was one heck of an Air Force Pilot. Kid saw what her aunt did and decided to pick up the mantle.”

“And she’s good?” Joaquin fished, a flame for the woman upstairs really taking hold as Sam kept adding more fuel to the fire.

“Yeah, she’s fucking great. Best female pilot I’ve ever seen.”

“So you looking to set her up with a pair of wings?” Joaquin asked, even though he had a hint of jealousy to his tone. He enjoyed being the only person other than Sam who had access to the now not so secret military wings, but he also couldn’t deny the new found need to go flying with you on a sunny afternoon and treat you to a picnic on the top of a mountain or something.

“We’ll see.” Sam said sceptically, but Joaquin knew from the way Sam had even brought you to meet him he thought you had what it takes.

“What are you two girls talking about?” You asked as you came striding back into the kitchen in a pair of Joaquin’s joggers and his old air force T-shirt. You were using a towel to squeeze out your hair and Joaquin couldn’t deny you looked right at home in his house, wearing his clothes.

“Lover boy here was grilling me about you.” Sam joked, taking in the way Joaquin looked at you.

“Was he now?” You asked feigning interest and playing up to the little bit in order to embarrass him, but as you sat across from him at the table and really took him in for the first time, you couldn’t deny he was handsome- and if the T-shirt he gave you had anything to say, you definitely had a lot in common to bond over.

“Uh- um- no- I-“ Joaquin began to stutter bashfully.

“It’s all cool dude,” you reassured. “I know he’s just messing. You really shouldn’t let him rile you up like that.”

Joaquin sighed before he leaned in closer to you, “How do you stay so calm around him?” He asked as if Sam wasn’t there and you had all the secrets.

“Eh, when you grew up being told about your badass aunt with actual super powers, some guy in a read white and blue bird costume is nothing.” You joked.

“Hey!” Sam pointed at you, “don’t you dare turn him against me or I’ll drop your ass in the lake again.”

“So you admit it! You did it on purpose.” You said, slamming your hand on the table animatedly.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” He asked back, but you didn’t say anything more. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You rolled your eyes at him before fixing them on Joaquin instead as Sam’s phone began to ring. You both turned your eyes on him as he checked the caller ID. “I need to take this.” He said, before getting up and dismissing himself, stepping out the back door to take the call outside.

“Would you like coffee?” Joaquin asked to break up the silence the two of you were left in.

“Umm, yes, that would be great.” You said with a smile and he got up to pour you a cup full from the pot.

“It looks good on you.” He said as he came back over a moment later and handed you the mug.

“What, now?” You said confused.

“Uh, my shirt,” he said with a shrug, as he committed to the statement. “It looks good on you.”

You couldn’t help but blush slightly under his gaze. He was cute and confident and oddly endearing. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he sat himself back down. “I guess I’ll keep it then.” You joked.

“The only way you’re keeping that thing is if you were my girlfriend.” He replied, half as a joke, half as a way of informing you just how much that shirt meant to him.

“Well I guess you better ask me on a date then.” You smirked playfully as he took a sip of his coffee and he almost choked as he spat it back into his cup. But before he could say anymore, Sam came back through the sliding door.

“Alright lovebirds, you can stop having your meet cute moment now, we gotta go,” he said to Joaquin.

“And what about me?” You said indignantly, feeling a little put out.

“He’ll be back in time to take you out on a proper date later.” Sam retorted, marching back through the house to get his shit from where he’d left it by the front door.

“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” You asked, completely brushing over the rest of what he’d said. “I don’t even live anywhere near here!” You stressed. “You just brought me here and now you’re gonna up and leave me here!” You said indignantly.

Joaquin froze in the middle of the hallway next to you, looking from his mentor and back to you as he tried to keep up with what’s going on. He felt conflicted. “I mean, can’t she just come with us.” He offered. “I mean, you brought her out here because you wanted to see what she could do. So I say let her.”

Sam looked between the two of you slowly, before he conceded. “Uh, fine. But if anything happens with her it’s on your head.” He warned but you were both smiling.

“So, is this technically our first date?” You ribbed him as he began to usher you out the door so he could lock up.

“We’ll see. Depends if you like it or not.” He mused and you had to admit, his cheeky smile did make you swoon.

“And if I don’t?” You asked with a playful twinkle in your eye.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured you with just as equal playfulness and innuendo, “you will.”

[currentfandomkick]

In Danny’s defense, he’s bitten everyone that’s tried to grab him. The street kids warned him about all sorts of ways to get got, and he’s not going down!

Why is Danny a tiny street rat?

Portal went pearshaped and worked when he was younger. Got kicked into another universe’s timeline and was spat out here. Boy can still use ecto-related abilities well enough and is a Menace if left unsupervised in a junkyard…

Which may be where Duke met him during a fight. Danny allows Duke to ‘escort him to safety’ for the hero’s benefit. And meta solidarity. Mostly as Cool Costume distracted his ass.

Tim Drake rolling up to nab him sets off ‘stranger danger’.

Duke laughing at Tim before clarifying that one of the heroes mentioned a street kid that could use a foster home, and their family has licensed foster parents.

Danny states ‘i’m not getting trafficked again!’ Before going intangible and running off.

Tim finds Danny again, this time in a park feeding ducks bird seed from the pigeon guy.

Tim approaches slowly and asks if he can talk to Danny on Danny terms.

Danny allows it.

Tim checks if Danny ran away or not. (Didn’t run away, their pet project dropped me here. It’s weird food isnt coming to life, but Mrs. Foley said it shouldn’t, and has me sleep over a lot.)

Tim slowly works out ‘lab accident’ and checks how long Danny had his powers.

‘Mmm, a week or two since i got here.’

Tim is now far more invested in Danny’s weird life (and the fact his parents vacation in various dimensions) before offering Danny a place to get showered at least.

Danny accepts shower and Diner Food specifically… ans within a few weeks is somehow orchestrated as Jack Drake’s illegitimate son with amnesia.

Tim is far too smug about the half sibling from another timeline. Far too smug.

Tim’s continued threats of adopting Danny himself if Bruce doesnt get legal custody work. Especially given Danny’s Known Attachment to Duke.

Duke is the cool older brother.

Tim is the weird age-gap brother for Danny who lets him play in the lab with him and they make fun weapons! He likes the laser tag guns they made that can stun people with ectoplasm!

Bruce is just glad this one isnt interested in vigilantism. But concerned about the fixation on mixing occult magic (ectoplasm is a form of death energy) and science.

Jason scoops up that part of Danny’s mentoring as the All Blades Bearer.

Damian and Danny have decided Danny gets to tinker with Damian non-bladed weapons.

JL tried to find a way to send Danny back, only yo be told by a multiversal entity that ‘the boy’s frightmates will be brought over soon enough.’

Up to you who else is dropped off in DC (sam being Raven’s cousin on her mom’s side with adult!raven being the only one able to contain the baby plant witch and eco-terrorist who babbles about Ivy and Ra’s having a point (ra’s is eco terrorist funding his schtick via assassins, not the other way around). Tucker has Multiple Options here: Wonder Woman (pantheon avatar), Hawkman or Hawkgirl (egypt bond), Black Adam if you want a villian, hell, if you want him in Gotham pick a member of the Fox family to nab tiny Tucker and go ‘my kid now’ or anyone else. Jazz is honestly a character that can vibe in most of DC.

Frankly i find the idea of Jazz being adopted by a neighbor of Wally’s and complaining she can’t find her brother after the accident, only to ding as related to Danny Wayne a fun was to reintroduce her.

But remember, no limit on how many others are dropkicked into DC for whatever reason (portal ate Amity without Danny living there to stabilize it until it was forcibly closed and by then people were Scattered?).

Adoption Privileges?

Dpxdc Prompt #44

"So is Bruce the only one able to adopt kids off the street in this family or is that a like, everybody privilege."

"Duke, what-"

Duke laughed sheepishly at Tim who was still processing what he had just asked. He could hear other conversations in the cave coming to a halt, drawback of living with a bunch of vigilantes is that they all love easedropping.

"Well? Like what's the process? Do I have to get B to get the kid or can I just take him myself. He has black hair and blue eyes if that helps, Bruce's type."

Tim was gaping now, looking like he was bluescreening. Duke would feel bad if it weren't so funny. Actually scratch that, he does feel bad, Tim hasn't moved in the last 60 seconds.

"It's just, there's this little meta boy, he can't be older than 7 and-"

"Duke leave it to me, I would love to have another little sibling that doesn't want to kill me. Wait he won't want to kill me right? Nah kids don't hate me that much. If you really think we need to get this kid of the streets..."

And Tim kept rambling and rambling on. Duke was the one gaping now, but it was only for a few seconds before he started laughing. Of course Tim's first thought would be if the 7 year old would try to stab him.

Danny's gonna be okay, if Tim has anything to say about it.

[revelboo]

Oh dearest revel may I request the next part to the samurai code? I have had a strong fixation with drift lately and it’s 100% healthy I promise

-✨💜💫

Sure!

The Samurai Code Pt 5

Drift x Reader

• Leaning against Drift’s servos as he carries you, you’re aware that you’re slowly tilting until your cheek is on your arm. Exhaustion tugging at you, trying to pull you under. “Not much further,” Drift says and you look up at him, eyelids drooping. But if you fall asleep, there’s no telling how long you’ll be out. Can’t sleep no matter how badly you want to. You don’t hurt when you’re sleeping. “Brainstorm will be able to help.” Feel one of his servos slide down your spine, his tone sure, but you can’t tell if he really believes it. And it’s not fair that he got saddled with you, feeling guiltier about it every day. Hate being a burden to him and you know you are even if he’s too kind to say it.

• You offer him a little smile, reaching up to press your fingers against your temple. And he’s aware of the fact that your skin is chilled again as he holds you. That he hadn’t been able to coax you into drinking water or eating for him. That you’re much thinner now than when you’d blipped into existence. Hates it. Watching you fading right in front of his optics and being unable to help you. Failing you. The last time Ratchet had scanned you, the medic hadn’t had to say anything. Had just vented and set the scanner aside, face grim. His friend resigned to an inevitability he can’t stop fighting against. Knows Ratchet hates this, too. Having a patient he can’t help.

• Eyes opening with a groan at the soft sound of a door opening, you tiredly look around at the space he’s carried you into. Brainstorm’s lab? And Drift is striding toward a bot bent over working on something, the mech’s yellow optics lifting and you spot movement on a counter. “Over here,” the other mech says. Lifting your fingers in a weak little wave at the other human, you force a smile. Know there are other humans on the ship, but they’re kept away from you. Like whatever’s wrong with you might be catching. Turning to retrieve a scanner kind of like the one Ratchet uses on you, Brainstorm runs it over you while you’re still in Drift’s hands.

• “Well?” He asks as the scientist stares at the reading on whatever it is he’s done to that scanner. ‘Something went wrong when they came over,’ Brainstorm mutters, adjusting something and then scanning you again to make you squint as the light plays over you. ‘Most of the humans bounce back pretty quickly, but yours isn’t quite all here.’ What? Frowning as Brainstorm fiddles with his scanner before pointing at you with it. ‘Look, they’re not quite anchored here in this moment and place. It’s killing them.’ Reminding himself that skewering the scientist won’t help you, he vents softly and smiles. “But you can help.”

• “Nope,” Brainstorm laughs, tapping the scanner against his palm before holding it up when Drift makes a noise you’ve never heard from him before. Snarling almost to make the fine hair at your nape prickle. “But you can. Give your little human an anchor.” An anchor? Eyes tiredly closing, that bit about you dying isn’t any surprise. You’d realized it already even if Drift and Ratchet won’t admit it. Saw it in the pitying looks they give you. Hear Brainstorm say something about a spark bond as you start to drift again. So tired. Feeling so bad for Drift trying so hard for you, fighting for you. Unable to just let you go.

Previous

[valfeathers]

sebastia fanart for @seireitonin ^^

the creepypasta fixation is coming back guys, sorry for being inactive for so so long :’)

and to seirei: hi!! i’ve been like, a silent watcher of your tiktok for a while now, and whenever i find myself re-hyperfixating on crp i always find my way back to your stuff haha

i love sebastia!! everything about her & lore is so cool! she may or may not have been the catalyst for me REALLY wanting to get back into drawing pastas again

[lucygraysboy]

“billy bean.” the blue-eyed man echoes with a laugh, his chest expanding and heart swelling. yes, the nickname may be funny, but he loves it more than anything. he wants to always be lucy gray’s billy bean. “billy bean and birdie boo. two angels. we should write a book about them one day.” and what a book that would be! he thinks to himself, squeezing her hand as they skip their way down the snow-covered sidewalk. “not true, you just love to steal my ideas,” he teases, laughing as she pushes her beanie back up. it feels like he’s gone back in time to when they were kids, having so much fun together. “well, if it’s your secret talent, what or who am i thinking about now?” brows inching closer together as he throws her a skeptical look, testing her as their eyes meet, his mind fixated on one thing and one thing only — you’re so beautiful. but there’s no way she can actually read his mind, right? “you know, there’s this real nice hot tub back at our apartment building.” he’ll take her there to soak once they’re done having fun out here. “how are your little legs doin’? how are they keepin’ up?” some more breathless laughter. it feels like a dream, or a romcom, he thinks. once they make it to central park, billy takes lucy gray to his favorite hill. nothing too impressive, but there’s already a bunch of kids rolling around in the snow. he rents two bright red sleds from a small vendor and hands one to lucy gray, cheeks hurting from grinning. “wanna race to the top?” that should keep them warm.

“aww, well, now sweet billy bean,” turning soft, leaning her head against his arm. “if i’m an angel, you are too.” even though she’s already deemed him as one way before this. “nope, i just think the same, we share the same views on that.” a smirk, giving her shoulder a shrug. “oh, it might be a little secret talent of mine.” the brunette playfully speaks, sweetly relishing in the feel of him brushing snowflakes away from her eyelids just for him to do something to make her jaw drop. “hey!” lucy gray explains, grumpily looking up at him after she pushes her beanie back up. reaching up to pull a little dark curl. “well hurry up, i’m freezin’.” skipping next to him to the other side, thankfully they make it without neither of them falling on the slick road.

[laurrelise]

This may sound weird but I love seeing you still go crazy about TUA. I remember back when you freshly joined the madness (at least, the first few posts you made about it) and I'm so happy it still brings you such joy and inspiration. It reminds me of how much I love being part of this fandom.

WHAT WHAT WHAT oh my god tears spilling this is literally the sweetest compliment oh my god. i literally feel like im screaming into a void and everyone is silently judging me because im still not over the overgrown superhero show but i’m so heavily fixated about it and i wouldn’t have it any other way

the bulk of the tua fandom is so so sweet and i’m so so thankful to everyone who’s interacted with me and let me ramble and supported me and my art. it’s so so stupid but this show has motivated me to write more, to conquer my fear of digital art, to be more critical of things in a fair way, and so much more and i’m so happy i joined :)

and that’s so cute that you remember me becoming a part of the fandom :( anon you have truly blessed me with these words i will live on a cloud for the next week

[genevawrenn]

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

God, I am so happy that we got Hideduo again today.

It may be all based in /rp but the relationship they built and the characters they both played became something I still cling to because it was so lovely even though the server it started on ended too long ago now.

From here on its talking about their relationship from the QSMP, sounds good?

It wasn't perfect, it was broken and it was scarred and it was filled with loss and mourning of missing someone who wasn't there but it was also first steps and eventual iron walls falling because love melted them and allowed them both to heal. It's all just so simply beautiful to me still.

Its why I haven't latched onto another couple in media in the same way I think. Because they were both inherently flawed but they accepted one another and helped each other find joy in the smallest things and appreciate every rose bloom they saw because it made them think of the one their soul sung for.

It was forming a family from the ashes of tragedy bonded by death and protected with bloodshed and unwavering determination, it was trusting your rival with your child because you could count on them unlike the Federation. It was finding the most broken relationships and putting it all aside for the sake of raising the kids they were assigned to care for then loved with reckless abandon and willing to put their mental and physical well being on the line for each other.

There is this practice of repairing damaged ceramics with gold in Japanese culture called "Kintsugi", and I honestly think it is the best way to describe what Hideduo came to be, at least to me. There are many examples of such dynamics from the QSMP world but right now the Hideduo fixation is back in full swing so its all I can think about right now.

Because you have these two broken men, one from wastelands filled with death and anarchy and no true rules beyond the great humbling of death, who had erected a fortress around himself because it was the only way he knew how to protect himself.

Originally he had a partner when he first took on responsibility of Ramon and intended to not grow close to anyone, who one day up and disappeared leaving the father and son as one of the first extremely small families compared to the rest on QSMP. Forced to rely on each other Fit's own determination started to melt away watching his beautiful son take on the responsibilities of someone much older than himself and see death long before he should have because Fit wasn't enough to protect Ramon from everything.

Then you have Pac, an ex prisoner who was once tormented by someone he called a dear friend to the point he was permanently disfigured. Tortured by everyone including himself he had no confidence in his own abilities and only saw himself as a supporting character even on his own path through life. He found safety in his friends but had moments of weakness that led to bouts of depression that was far beyond anyone's reach. At least, anyone who could help during those moments disappeared shortly after his appearance which lead to the development of a hesitant friendship between anxious prisoner and jaded veteran who found unlikely similarities and a reason to keep fighting.

They arrived as broken pieces, shattered and ground to dust at some points by their memories that shaped them and made them sharp if you approached at the wrong angle.

Then they were introduced to their children, bright and shining and precious as liquid gold. Their edges dulled and were replaced by the influence of their children who wormed their way into the toughest of hearts to make new shapes and new memories and new warm happy places to cling to through the cold. All so slowly it was barely recognizable until it was the new normal, a new and better dynamic for all involved.

The prisoner fell first, but the veteran fell deeper.

Pac admired Fit's strength and passion, beneath the scars and torn flesh of his past lay a man in desperate need of knowing another way of living. One could only archive so many stories before you started to lose yourself, searching for any reason to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Though there was a common misconception that Pac was weak after what he had faced, Fit only saw the roots that could anchor his future and helped nuture the brunette back to healthier mindset. Always the rock he could cling to in any storm, Fit found himself wanting to fight for the flirty man with a zest for life because he found a new purpose within those tricksy eyes that always left him reeling. He saw the joy that Pac brought into both his life and Ramon's, giving his son the greatest gift of discovering his childish whimsy once more and never shaming him for doing so.

We had two broken pieces of wildly different ceramics who allowed liquid gold to soften their sharp edges so they could form a new piece, a new beginning together, and my Goddess how I miss exactly that.

Because it was baby steps. It was hesitant hugs and growing pains and sorrow and acceptance some things will never change. But to be willing to do so to better yourself and those who want to care for you, its the best goal you could ever give yourself.

Because the veteran laughed more. His child smiled more. The prisoner trusted himself more. The wild child gained yet another father who would go to the ends of the earth for them.

Their friends gained a couple whose relationship was founded on a year of finding themselves while holding the other's hand before they accepted they were in a place they could both try something new together, which was an emotional vulnerability neither of them had before...

I'm not sure I will ever see something like it again. It was so special and unique and props to both the cc's for giving me this love story so beautiful it persists in references across realms and in fond nostalgic fanarts and made me write some of the most beautiful passages I have managed to string together thus far that I know I will remember it forever. I will compare media to that impossible bar forever, and I can't wait to do so but with everything I have I also miss everything that was.

What I wouldn't do for one more day of Fit and Pac waking up their children to spend time with dear friends such as the Death Family or Mike or the Mom Village or frankly even getting up to do one last story time together...to be given the chance to finish their lore the way they wanted.

Well...I'd give the world.

I miss you QSMP, and I will forever.

[galaxy-fleur]

Does Leon has any feelings of love or regrets towards Ada in remakes? Are the differences between this and original games?

Love? I personally see no hints of that in the text itself. Regrets? Now that's a more open question worth discussing. Here's a link to my post breaking down their relationship as a whole in remake-verse so far, if you're interested in checking it out!

Overall, I think everyone has noticed how snappy and cold Leon is to Ada in RE4R. In a way that feels almost totally unnecessary at times. And it is. That's the entire point of it. For someone who is now - seemingly - more weapon than human, Leon goes to great lengths to demonstrate his one-sided grudge, almost childishly so. That's partially why Ada later points out how he hasn't changed in the first place. His attitude towards her screams of it. He may believe that he is now a soldier with a clear head on his shoulders, but he wouldn't be nearly as fixated on their past if he had really lost his humanity in Racoon City.

He most likely isn't even aware that his actions are solely emotional. He thinks he's being fair and rational, considering what Ada did. But he's not. And Ada is definitely more than aware of this.

And that grudge truly is purely one-sided. Ada's manipulation of him back in Racoon City wasn't particularly harsh or callous on her part. In fact, time and time again, she went out of her way to either shield him away from the truth of it all, or to push him away for his own sake. More on that in this post of mine!

Ada's deception of Leon six years ago is not the real reason Leon is still this upset and resentful. It's only a representation of it. What he's actually angry about is his own inability to see through it and make the 'right' choice at the time. Or what he thinks was the right choice. Ada serves as a physical reminder of everything he did wrong that night. It just so happens that all of these feelings of frustration, anger, and hurt are all directed at her. Because it's easier that way. It's easier for him to be angry, petty and snappy with her than to admit to himself what he's really feeling here.

He's not as angry with her for betraying him as he's angry with himself for falling for it in the first place. His every action in RE4R is connected to his lingering feelings of regret for Racoon City. And yes, Leon is angry with Umbrella. With the US government. With Ada. All of these things are true. But who gets the most of his anger? Himself. His inability to let go of the past, to let go of these regrets for failing everyone on that night feeds directly into his illogical attitude with Ada. Inability to move on.

That's the main inner conflict he resolves with successfully saving Ashley by remaining true to himself.

So, does he have lingering regrets when it comes to Ada? That depends on what you personally view as regrets. I suppose you could say he does, in a way.

[shatterthefragments]

Thank you 🫂💖

Last song: euphoria by Polyphia 😌

Favourite colour: blues and yellow ochre

Last book: what they always tell us by Martin Wilson (and I’ll reread it AGAIN!)

Last movie: I’m. It may still be monkey man or love lies bleeding from last year? …no actually we did a watch of everything everywhere all at once over the summer I think (where I sobbed the whole time 😘 love, from: your local undiagnosed white passing wasian Chinese American queer disappointment child who relates to easily to everything (everywhere all at once) but!!! One of my coworkers recommended Flow and it had cats so. Might have to try to make it out to see it!

Last TV show: I think it was when my sister and I watched black sails… 2023? Otherwise possibly leverage?

Looking forward to: SO MANY THINGS!!! I intentionally give myself lots to look forward to 😌 Apocalyptica pre birthday in GOOD SEATS! (Even if I did buy two and have an extra ticket now…maybe I’ll see if one of my friends from college wants to go. They’re a big (small) concert person and we haven’t seen each other in years) TPIY with @branches-in-a-flood ! Tattoo with @ongreenergrasses ! Fancy hot chocolate! Daughtry/nothing more/disturbed and then Spiritbox with @vessels-two-front-teeth and @elkkiel ! MCR with one of my best friends from college! Stardew orchestra performance! Linkin park with some coworkers! Lots of little art projects I have piled on to do! Hopefully starting semi regularly at a ceramics studio! (Or at least a workshop every few months!) hopefully starting the first steps to get back into kickboxing(?) (but at a lower intensity so I can still mask while doing so). Hopefully getting my room more into a functional space that I can work along the desire paths of where I always put stuff! (Hopefully starting the phone calls necessary to maybe get on T for a short bit and to get on the top surgery wait list?)

Sweet/spicy/savoury? ✨yes✨ (preferably a little thing of each :))

Current obsession: sleep token, however. I am also. You know how fixations sometimes come and go and recur a LOT. Well. Guess who remembered the term “MOTIF” and uhhhhhh. So anyway I’m turning Motifs over in my head and it kinda sounds better that “ah yes that’s a motif in my life” rather than “AGAIN??? AGAIN?&?!” Also I fixate a lot on words and phrases so. Sometimes those.

Last search: a month to find a picture of my current Events Board to see if I was forgetting anything I was looking forward to. On Internet? I was using Firefox focus so. I. Cannot go back to check what it was… OH. I was looking up hotels for a night bc I’d love to see Marcin HOWEVER. Despite $35 for show ticket. So far. $340 is the cheapest hotel room of the nearby one that I usually like to go to. For a hostel style shared bathroom situation I could get a much cheaper room. But it’s much farther away from the venue. And $160. I mean. The single bed is at least in a private bedroom. Itty bitty of course but. Private. And the htrmmm. It’s just. I barely know Marcin but know I’d love him based on the one song and what I know of him. But also. That’s a lot of money especially when I’m headed out a few times that month anyway. So. Most likely I’ll procrastinate and not buy a ticket and it’ll sell out and it’ll be out of my hands anyway and what will be will be 🤷🏻‍♂️

Ten people I'd like to know better .⋆˙✮ ˎˊ˗

Thank you so much for the tag @spocksmalewife! 🤘🔥

Last song: 200 Bodies per Minute by Acumen Nation

Favourite colour: Teal! Petrol blue! Cyan! Turquoise! (tho any shade from green to blue will do) 💚💙

Last book: Principles of Two-Dimensional Design by Wucius Wong (i'm not big on novels lol)

Last movie: Maratonci trče počasni krug (1982) if we're not counting all the Netflix brainrot (and if we are... The Secret Life of Pets 2 💀)

Last TV show: Lexx (but... once again... if we're counting Netflix brainrot... Good Witch 💀💀💀)

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet is my weakness ;_;

Current obsession: anything Cracknation related

Last thing I searched online: cd emoji

Looking forward to: next Liburnicon (tho kinda dreading it at the same time) and hopefully seeing DAF in April!

Tags (but no pressure!): @acousticcancer @jar-jar-ate @v4mp1res3verywhere @flashbic @casekt @fallziell @suspiriasuspense @knaveofpentacles @fiul-risipit @athenawilcox and any other mutuals who might feel like it!

[astro-vision-au]

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Hello? I'm not sure if this will work, but I suppose I should try...

This is Rowan, I'm sending out a message to you all because I have something to ask of you. It's about Puzzles, something... isn't right about him.

Perhaps it's my mind playing tricks on me. Things have been stressful recently, we were excited when Midas started showing signs of development, but... it seems to be happening faster than should be naturally possible... not to mention what happened to that poor girl. Tari, was it? Yes, I believe so, I hope she's doing alright... but I'm getting off track.

Ever since Puzzles dropped out of the competition, things have been different... he's been attached to his laptop like glue when he's not answering asks, of course. He was so excited about participating, it was a shock when he said he was dropping out, something about Astro needing more help on the farm... though I thought Park was handling that?

Midas also seems so... distressed when around him... it's concerning. Puzzles loved our son and vise versa, but now it's as if they want nothing to do with each other. Whenever I try to bring it up with him, he just blames it on Midas being fussy or something of the sort, but there's just... something not right.

And it's just not Midas either. He's been distant with me as well... I try to give him his space, but it still hurts. Whenever I try to show him affection, he either ignores me or puts up with me before returning to his laptop.

But the other day was the breaking point for me making this. I walked up behind him, and when I called out to him, he turned around, but for a moment, when I saw his face... it was almost as if...

It was only for a moment, when I blinked, he was back to normal... or at least, as normal as he has been.

I know it may seem selfish of me to ask, but he's been spending a lot of time fixated on this blog recently, so I hope, if it's not to much to ask, for you to keep an eye on him? Just... make sure he's okay.

Oh my old friend, you really are getting rusty, aren't you? Hmmm? Oh, don't mind me, just a little something I found in the depths of the void. It seems he's been sending things there he doesn't want you to see, but he's been getting sloppy. I'll see what else I can find~

-James

[wayfinderships]

I just found an animatic from 5 years ago Someone save me please- ←Is cringing at their old art

[mangozic]

archivist be upon ye

[stil-lindigo]

little dove.

a short comic about Ash and Snow's first meeting / how Snow got her nickname.

Snow's story

Ash’s story

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notes:

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all my other comics

store

[ghostlysodo]

this was supposed to follow a prompt but um… im 11 days late

[tentativelytesticular]

hello varigo nation its been awhile

[anonymouscheeses]

Jeckole as Tv Girl