#daisy (mentioned)

[just-a-lesbian-human]

Christmas

[pigdemonart]

Theres just some stuff you’re more comfortable telling your friends about than your own family ya know 👀 some stuff is-a private!

Anyways, finally drew my sweet Daisy. Also finally colored a comic. And i can’t wait to never do that again fjfnfnf

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[kaizsche]

I’m v late but here’s my lil 2024 round up. Twas the year of brat summer, holding space and chasing storms. Highlight, beating @glenpowell at hot ones versus. Lowlight, my stomach for the weeks swiftly following. xoxo

[worm-infestation]

jon and daisy jon and daisy jon and daisy jon an

[heartz4shauna]

thinking about being one of tashi’s best friends and you finally come visit her at stanford! you think it’s just gonna be the two of you but , nah , cause it never is. pat’s there, because obviously he is, and so is art. it’s not awkward , you’ve heard enough about the two boys that you feel like you really know them.

you’re all conversing on the floor of tashi’s dorm when you notice it’s getting late. letting out a displeased hum , you rise from the floor with a stretch , mumbling something like “ i’ve gotta go , ‘m getting tired. don’t wanna be a nuisance in the mornin. ” tashi rolls her eyes and tugs you back onto the floor with a scoff , “ no , stay. you won’t be a nuisance, honestly. pat doesn’t mind sleeping on the floor. ”

and after another hour and half of conversation , you’re completely wiped out , laying flat down on the floor , your hand stretched out over your face to cover the blinding fluorescent light hanging overhead.

soon enough , tashi notices and points it out to the other two. art lets out an exaggerated yawn and lays back onto the floor , maybe a little too close to you , but he acts too tired to notice. funnily enough , this causes a chain reaction. pat stretches his arms out above his head , settling down close to tashi.

she chuckles lightly , shifting about on the floor until she’s close enough to rest her head on your stomach , and so she does. both of the boys are quick to notice this , the casual sort of intimacy that the two of you seem to have. they swiftly follow suit , pat practically curled up on tashi’s lap , art nestled against your side like it’s the most normal thing for him to be doing.

it’s after 1 in the morning when you stir , taking notice to the foreign weights thrown upon you , limbs stretching over you from all different directions. you quickly glance between pats , tashi’s and arts faces , peacefully sleeping so close to one another other that it tugs at your heartstrings a little.

patrick gripping restlessly at the fabric of tashi’s clothes in his sleep like it’s the only thing keeping him there. tashi’s hands in patrick’s mop of dark hair , her own disheveled as it fanned out across your torso. arts hands both tightly holding onto one of your arms like he was searching for consolation after waking from a bad dream. your eyes flutter shut after a moment , falling back into a warm , familiar sleep. #puppy pile

[royalphantompain]

Look at them. They are perfect for each other. They fit perfectly together, and they can stand up all by themselves.

Please don't mind how my sheet looks. Blame the guy behind the mentally ill jester.

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 nightmare rookanis enjoy 🪶

A door hits the wall behind it so forefully that it makes the liquid in his cup ripple.

Small, hurried slaps of bare feet on tile that for a second, Lucanis can't assign to anyone. The slide of heels never lifting, the absence of moving fabric, the nose-breathing throws him off.

He'd never guess it's Rook, too distressed to guard her steps the way he knows she was taught decades ago.

She's halfway down the curved staircase before she sees him.

"Lucanis." The bags under her eyes rival his own. But she looks at him like he put both moons in the sky. "Oh, Maker, Lucanis-"

He barely has time to put down his cup before she's throwing herself to him, trapping his arms in her embrace and pressing her nose to his heart. He can't even gently pat her hip, so tightly does she keep his arms by his sides.

"Rook, what's wrong? What happened?"

She doesn't answer for a long while. Her hands wander, as if reassuring herself what she feels under her fingerpads is real, his shoulders, back, spine, the touches too rough to be caresses, too soft to be prodding. Her breath out of her mouth is shaky, but warm against his front.

Distress and Scales. Salt and Sadness. Abandonment. The first thing Spite said all night, but he stops mid-word when they catch Rook's eyes.

Her eyes are glassy when she looks up at him, brows knotted so tight they may as well be one, her nose runny.

"Querida, what can I do?" She kisses him, aggressively, choking her own sobs with his lip between her teeth and her hands clawing into him. The seam of his armhole, already compromised, easily gives way to her needy fingers. It seems a miracle her face is dry. She's not cold at all.

"I- Uh-" She stutters and stumbles, her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent like a templar takes to lyrium.

"I'm here. I've got you. Take your time."

You've got me. You've got me. You've got me.

She keeps saying it to herself, into his skin, his beard, his shirt collar, until she can breathe slow enough to not get her spit in her windpipe.

"I had a nightmare," she manages, eventually. Lets go of him enough to rub her face with both palms. "I dreamt I found a way for us to go on a wyvern expedition in Orlais, but when I walked into the pantry, you weren't there. Nothing of yours was. No cot, no hookah. Just cobwebs. Like you never were." She falls forward again, into his chest, her face still in her hands. "I was so scared I'd dreamt you up."

The admission makes her burst into tears right again.

Lucanis wraps his arms around her, almost tight enough to pop her arteries from the pressure alone. He's not sure she hears his clumsy reassurances that he whispers against her scalp, that he's here, he's real, that he sure hopes she'd dream up someone less troublesome. He's not sure he's making sense.

Her hair is still a little damp.

He doesn't stop rubbing her back and mumbling into her hair until she sniffs and sits back up of her own accord.

"Here. You need to drink something." He only has his coffeepot - water would be better to replace the tears - but she takes his cup and drinks nonetheless.

Getting her to have some of his biscuits takes more persuasion, but eventually, she relaxes into his side, armed with chocolate-covered baking and coffee so strong she almost doesn't want to taste it.

"Can I stay?" She's already pulled her bare feet off the cold ground and slid them underneath the throw pillow.

"Of course. Whatever you need."

A pause, as she reaches for the abandoned quilt on the ground and settles in next to him (on top of him, rather).

"Were you knitting and reading and having a whole pot of coffee?"

Lucanis shrugs.

"Always good to be busy. Keeps you sharp."

Her laugh echoes through the library so loudly it makes Taash tear open their door on the upper floor and yell at them.

It makes Rook laugh so hard she starts snorting.

🪶

started a 5th playthrough, ran into the pantry by reflex, and Lucanis wasn't there and neither was his shit (bc I wasn't even far enough ahead to get the dagger lmao)

@lanafofana reverse what we talked i guess lmao? :D

[~rina]

[springypaws]

I don’t think I’ll be able to actually finish this before the end of the month because the brain worms refuse it

BUT!!!

Sketchy gays at their probably-healthiest stages with the most generic relationship-representing pride hearts behind them (I had as much energy to figure out my gender/sexuality headcanons here as I did finishing the thing I gotta be honest)

[midnightmah07]

Daisy's Tropical Wear! 🌺

(Voice lines under the cut!)

Summon line: if I'm being completely honest, I'm not really that shocked that we were magically summoned to a deserted island. I mean, I was summoned to Twisted Wonderland so...

Groovy: [LOCKED]

Home: I think Grim feels somewhat threatened by Stitch... He has been more affectionate than usual ever since I called Stitch cute.

Home idle 1: Stitch's such a cute little guy! I mean, yeah, he's a bit chaotic but... That's part of his charm, don't you think?

Home idle 2: pff– ahahah! I-I'm sorry, I can't hold it in any longer! It's so funny to see Ace get bitten like that!

Home idle 3: it's so uncomfortable to be wearing only a see through skirt... Riddle-senpai has been telling me to cover up too...

Home idle - login: [LOCKED]

Home idle - groovy: [LOCKED]

Home tap 1: don't you think these flowers are so adorable? I kinda wanna take them home with me if possible!

Home tap 2: hm? Me and Grim? *Chuckles* I guess we kinda do match, huh? I like it.

Home tap 3: surfing is so hard! I fell like three times in a roll, and no one else seems to wanna help! They're just laughing at me... Hey, don't laugh either!!

Home tap 4: I'm not sure what this "ohana" thing is, but it's clearly important to Stitch... We must get him back to where he came from as soon as possible.

Home tap 5: ahh the ocean! I never realized how fun the beach was! Come on, let's go collect a few sea shells!!

Home tap - groovy: [LOCKED]

[dailyflicks]

There's a crane I can see from my cubicle, and sometimes I think about hanging from it. Not 'cause I want to, but because I wonder how it could feel. Sometimes I Think About Dying (2023) dir. Rachel Lambert

[catfindr]

[nightmarinarting]

misako fan art.... oh my goodness gracious...

[sukibenders]

Rewatching AOS from the beginning and seeing Daisy run away from Ward, only to be followed by him violently screaming her name and charging after her felt really eerie. Like, it gave me the vibes of someone running away from their abusive boyfriend, especially with how uncomfortable Daisy was and looking to the cops for assistance (even though they were slow to act until she started getting aggressive), again with the way Ward was screaming after her when she tried to run away from him. And yet you still have people going "But she should have heard him out." Smh.

[kaizsche]

TWISTERS BEHIND THE SCENES (2024)

[itsguysnightitsironic]

"We can always get naked and cuddle for warm"

Let's go home.

Icebound has hands, déu meu, and themes, Derek sisplau, I don't have any grief left

Some rambling under the cut:

I need that polar bear brush to be real and send-

[momentofch-aos]

M's Marvel Thought of the Day

Daniel Sousa, now settled in the 21st century, looks up what happened to his friends from his own timeline.

Daisy had already gently broken the news about Peggy's death to him. They visited her grave site and talked about the adventures and missions the two had been on.

He read the case file on Howard and Maria Stark's death, the Winter Solider case and knowledge of who he was sending him for a loop. He'd met Sergeant Barnes once, that day when he thought he would die on the battle field. He had never been Howard's biggest fan but no one deserved that.

He read the obituaries of Ana and Edwin Jarvis, found they were buried in New York, side by side as they'd been in life. He left pink flowers - Ana's favourite colours of peonies - on their grave, and thanked them for their friendship and support.

There had been two people he'd been somewhat surprised to find out were still alive and unbelievably in the same old people's home in DC. He'd been unsure whether visiting would be a good idea but after some gentle investigating from Daisy and Mack, he found himself entering a rec room. There was various elderly people around, reading newspapers or napping in high backed armchairs. But no-one looked familiar. Daisy squeezed his hand before getting the attention of one of the nurses, who led them around the corner of the room.

As they make their approach when Daniel hears a far too familiar voice, making him stop in his tracks.

"Ha! Got you again Thompson, pay up!" Rose Roberts, with now grey hair but with the same thick glasses, smirked triumphantly across the top of the checkers board.

The older man across the table groaned. "We go through this every damn day Rose. Can we go back to Chess?" Daniel took in the older man he'd known a life time ago, hair still slicked back in the way it had always been. A cane leant against the wall behind him and he coughed after laughing at Rose's comeback.

"Chief Thompson? Agent Roberts?" The nurse asked drawing their attention. "You have some visitors."

Both former agents looked across to see Daniel standing with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Fucking hell..."

"What the hell..." Their voices overlapped suddenly.

"Hey Rose, hey Jack." Daniel said stepping forward. Rose struggled to her feet, using the table to leverage herself up.

"Chief? Is that really you?" Rose looked up at him, his arms coming up to help balance her.

"It's me. It's good to see you Rose." And he found himself engulfed in her arms, wrapping his back around her and holding her tight. "God it's good to see you Rose."

"How the hell are you here?" She said as she looked back up to him. "And who's the beautiful woman you brought with you?" She fixed him with that same mischievous look she used to shoot at him all the time after glancing to Daisy who stood off to the side. Always so invested in his love life, so he chuckled.

"I can explain everything I promise. Why don't we sit?" He helped her back to her chair, glancing across to Jack who had his hand's in fists on the other side of the table. "Hi Thompson."

"Who are you?" He demanded. "You're sure as hell not Daniel Sousa. He died in...55." He paused remembering the exact year. "We buried him. We... mourned him. You sure as hell aren't him."

"I can explain that I am Jack."

"I am 102, not stupid." Rose scoffed, making both men turn to her.

"Jack do be serious. What about Rogers? He came back to Peg did he not?"

"How can we be sure? It may be some traitor. Davey was telling me just the other day about those shape shifting aliens Fury was palling around with..." Jack started saying.

"How about this Jack? I'll prove it to you." The older man looked puzzled but let him continue. "Before you went to Russia with Carter, met the Howling Commandoes when we were investigating Stark. You tricked me in the locker room, into seeing Carter changing. You asked me to get your compass from..."

"Locker 42." Jack finished his sentence and looked Daniel up and down, his gaze resting on the prosthetic leg.

"I've still only got one leg but the future makes a better prosthetic than Stark by a mile." Daniel joked, and Jack stood at that, pulling Daniel into a hug that he was not expecting. "It's good to see you too Jack."

They sat back down, chairs pulled up for Daniel and Daisy, as they told the story of faking his death, and pulling him out of time. Of their adventures into space and the weird and wacky things he'd discovered in the 21st Century.

They told him stories from their own lives after his death, cases he'd missed out on, Howard's ridiculousness. Peggy's rise to power. The three old friends spoke fondly of her, recalling stories from throughout the time they spent with her.

Rose grilled him and Daisy on their story and relationship, telling Daisy all the embarrassing things that Daniel had been happy to leave behind in the 50's. The unlikely pair giggled and formed a friendship.

Rose told her stories of her first and second marriage, her daughter, son-in-law and grandson who would visit every weekend.

Jack had been married when Daniel died, to Peggy's lovely personal secretary Ruth who knew how to put him in his place. They'd only had a daughter the year or two before Daniel supposedly died. Jack talked about how they'd gone on to have three more daughters, now had 8 grandchildren, including a grandson who had joined SHIELD recently (Daniel promised to keep an eye out for him). Then, his Ruth had passed a few years ago and Daniel expressed his condolences.

At that moment, a young boy, probably 5-years-old barrelled into the room and to Jack's side. "Pops, Pops!"

"Hey there, Danny. How's my favourite guy?" With surprising strength for a man of his years, Jack swung the young man up till he was sat on his knee.

"I'm good! Momma's coming now." He pointed to where a pretty blonde was making her way across the room, shaking her head as she stooped to kiss Jack on the cheek and ruffle her son's head.

"Sorry Grandpa, the traffic was horrendous." She greeted Rose much the same way, passing her a package. "Fudge from that place on 4th for your Rose, Danny over there insisted." She turned to the guests who sat between them. "Hello, I'm Ruthy." She shook their hands.

"Ruthy, this is Daniel and Daisy. Daniel, Daisy, my granddaughter Ruthy and her son, Danny." Jack smirked at Sousa as his great-grandson played with the watch on his wrist.

"Danny? Huh." Was the only thing Daniel came up with as he watched an old friend acting like a goofy grandparent.

"Yeah, Grandpa had a friend called Daniel who saved his life a bunch of times when he was younger. Used to tell us stories all about Sousa and Carter and their adventures. We never believed him until we found out where he worked." Ruthy filled in nonchalantly, sitting on the opposite side of the table, digging through her bag to produce a water bottle for her son unaware of the look on Daniel's face. Jack smirked massively. "Here, Grandpa. I managed to grab that album from storage that you wanted." She handed across a large leather bound photo album to the older man, who flipped through a few pages.

"Here you go Daisy, you'll like this one." Jack smirked, that old charming smile creeping onto his face as he passed the now open book across to her, Daniel peering over her shoulder and scoffing.

"Woah." Ruth finally looked up, glancing at the photo and then back up to Daniel and back again. "Well. I cannot believe it took me that long. I knew you looked familiar. I thought it was just Quake that had me thinking that."

Daisy smirked. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Oh I've worked at Stark Industries for a long time, I'm so used to superheroes and weird tech not much surprises me anymore. You see Tony Stark walking round in Iron-Man pants one too many times and you get over stuff pretty quickly." She levelled Daniel with a look. "Time travel huh?"

"Yes. But I haven't seen these in literal years." He said his hand tapped a few photos. One from the first day of opening the first SHIELD base, Thompson and Howard Stark stood either side of Peggy and Daniel. Another of Peggy, Daniel and Rose throwing confetti at Jack's wedding. One of Daniel and Thompson with Peggy on her Wedding Day. An outtake of that one where Howard was attempting to jumping into frame and Jarvis dragging him out, while the three of them laughed lay below it.

He could still picture that party, he could hear the band playing, memories of Peggy dancing with Rogers, happy and content. He remembered how happy he was for her.

Daisy squeezed his knee beneath the table and brought him back to the present. He pressed a kiss to her temple and continued the conversation. They had coffee and cake and Rose shared her fudge. Daisy made lunch trolley roll across the room, making Jack's great-grandson shriek in delighted laughs and push it back into a position where she could do it again and again.

They left hours later and Daniel felt more settled than he had done in a long time. Daisy squeezed his hand as they drove away.

They'd return to visit every time they were in town, which was more often these days now SHIELD HQ was there, sometimes together, sometimes alone. They met all of both of their families, attended Ruth's 100th birthday. Brought presents for Daniel's namesake's birthday.

When Daisy and Daniel tied the knot, two reserved seats on the front row of the groom's side were filled my two of his oldest friends some of their families just a couple rows back. They 'snuck' them into new SHIELD HQ to see all the new tech and planes, the memorial wall that included people they'd known a lifetime ago.

Daniel loved the future, loved living his life alongside Daisy and her family. But knowing his friends were there, getting to spend time with them was an unexpected but valuable thing for him. It gave him a link to the past, someone to shoot the breeze with, with some similar experiences from the past. A taste of a previous life he was grateful for as he lived his new one.