#he'll just avoid looking anywhere else than your face and finish the conversation as quickly as possible

[kyuhu]

Still not over hws chapter 481. Like the way Liet is completely unbothered by naked francis wearing seashell bra only going haha thanks! See you all later at the conference hall :D it's just his everyday life, he doesn't have time for this and asking any unnecessary questions will just slow him down he'll stay in his own lane no matter what. This doesn't bother him. He has other problems.

[joaquinwhorres]

doodles (Joaquin Torres x Reader, Soulmate!AU)

PAIRING ››››› Joaquín Torres x GN!Reader

REQUEST ››››› ya know the soulmate au alphabet? Could i request Torres + b and w from the alphabet?

b...ody art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin). g...uardian (it is said that the person who saves you from a near-death experience is your soulmate—drowning, car crash, etc.)

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,255

WARNINGS ››››› none

A/N ››››› Sooo I kind of cheated by combining the two letters. Also the writing style is kinda different from my usual story work, but hopefully both risks pan out.

The first picture to ever blossom on his skin is a bird.

The other boys in class have flowers and suns and clouds and little stick figure girls and boys, but he has a bird. And while theirs are sketchy and smudged and disproportionate, his looks as if it's been plucked from a picture book with its steady lines and cartoonish detail.

He'd been surprised to find it, nestled into the crook of his elbow, only appearing when he raised his hand to answer a question. He's so used to seeing his friends with images that littered the backs of their hands and wrists and thighs, he’d never thought to check anywhere else.

A thought crosses his mind.

More than crosses.

It takes over.

He knows he isn't supposed to.

If his teacher catches him, he'll get into trouble. He's not even supposed to have a pen in class. The rule's supposed to help kids avoid the temptation of sending off doodles to their soulmates. Of course, like all school rules, kids find a way around it, keeping pens tucked away in pockets and backpacks and lunch bags.

He's never been one to break the rules, but this feels like he has to. His soulmate's out there somewhere, waiting for him. It only feels right to assure them that he's waiting for them too.

Joaquin pulls the pen he keeps tucked in his desk in hopes of just such an occasion and quietly uncaps it. Carefully and stealthily, he drags the pen tip across his skin, eyes darting up to track the teacher’s movements and make sure he doesn't get caught. As a result, the drawing isn't very good. The head's too big for the body and the feet too long. He’d attempted to draw the wing twice, leaving the lines thicker than the rest of the bird. But it's there, facing the first and chirping out a note, so they know he's alive and thinking of them in this moment. And that had to feel nice.

He sticks the pen back in his desk, looking up at the board and quickly copying down the problems he’s almost missed. It's not until he reaches forward to pass in his paper that he notices the addition to the doodle. Two eighth notes tweet out from the first bird.

He smiles.

It becomes increasingly clear that his soulmate’s an artist.

Most people don’t have doodles on their arms and palms anymore. Instead they have drawings sketched into places only they can see--secret notes passed between soulmates. But his body is littered with art.

Intricate patterns bloom across the back of his hand, and twist and twirl up his arm. His forearm becomes a comic strip. Constant commentary on their day or whatever social issues are on their mind. Sometimes they leave a panel open for him to finish. His drawing hasn’t improved much from the first bird.

He wishes he could send along words of praise or encouragement even though he knows words won’t go through.

He wishes that they would use this gift to pass along messages like just about everyone else his age does. But all attempts at starting a conversation like that have gone unanswered. Instead, he simply gets to witness their art and their life play out across his skin. And Joaquin has learned to be content with that.

Because while other kids are coordinating their futures around their soulmates and tailoring all plans to match the other’s, he gets to make his decisions free. He gets to sign up for the Air Force ROTC without a shred of guilt or pushback like some of the other cadets have to deal with.

Their doodles are what keeps him grounded. Throughout basic and his first deployment, their delicate designs and drawings keep him company in those moments when he feels absolutely alone. They make him feel human in moments where he’s asked to be inhuman.

Their art has saved his life more than once too. The obvious doodles keeping him from doomed missions and distracting him for just long enough to avoid disaster. But more than those obvious, blood running cold, vomiting from how close it was moments, the doodles save his life because they are a constant.

He’s not the only one who appreciates the art either. The others in his unit laugh at the comics his soulmate still draws on his arms. They marvel of the intricacy of his soulmate’s work. On how they’re able to create such a detailed band of wild flowers around their own tricep. They laugh as he attempts to draw a bird amongst the flowers. He wonders if his soulmate knows they’re a bit of a celebrity amongst the 547th.

He wonders if he’ll ever get to tell them.

That’s the thought that weighs heavily on him as he watches his friends on base turn to dust around him. As he watches planes fall from the sky and plummet to the ground. As he watches the gentle waves and roles of the ocean that cascade across his forearm disappear.

It's five years before another doodle appears on his skin. He almost cries when he sees it. A small cartoon bird wipes sweat off of its forehead as if relieved.

He lacks all creativity in terms of response and just surrounds the bird in a cloud of hearts.

And that's their reunion. After this, life continues on, and their established routine continues. While the rest of the world still feels like a mess, the familiar rhythm of waking up to a new comic, of finding a new illustration branded on his shoulder makes him feel whole again.

The art maintains its affects on others as well. Both Sam and Bucky like to tease him for the "garden on his arm" or tell him he's a "human gallery." But he notices the way they practice drawing on their arms, watches as the other eyes the spot it appears on their own skin and mercilessly roasts it. Bucky has asked Joaquin if he's willing to trade soulmates more than once.

Joaquin's not.

Ideally, Joaquin would have met his soulmate under calmer circumstances.

Maybe they could have met at a Starbucks when they accidentally reached for the same drink and noticed the matching patterns on each other's arms.

Maybe they could have met while his soulmate was taking a tour of the base, and he just so happened to stop and say hello to the guide and realized that he had the same three birds on his shoulder.

Maybe they could have just finally coordinated a time to see each other face to face.

Instead, he catches them as they're pushed from a stolen helicopter.

Later, they tell him that they wish he'd just walked into their tattoo shop. That his first impression of them wasn't screaming and crying and just about ready to vomit all over him. That they wouldn't have blamed him for keeping the connection a secret when the first thing they said to him after saving their life was "Ow! I think you broke my back." (Which, for the record, he didn't. It was just bruised.)

But when he sees the band of flowers encircling their tricep, he can't keep it in. He can't believe he's holding his soulmate in his arms. The person who's kept him company for almost two decades.

So he says something almost as idiotic as they do: "You're the bird."

And that pretty much solidifies the fact that they're meant to be.

[rpmemesbyarat]

Disney's "Gargoyles" Season 1 Quotes RP Meme

One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled. It was a time of darkness.

It was a world of fear.

What could put claw marks in solid stone?

How do you tell each other apart?

We look different.

It is the nature of humankind to fear what they do not understand.

Their ways are not our ways.

My angel of the night

Start hiring crews, I want to begin as soon as possible.

It may prove difficult to find the necessary manpower.

This castle has a bad reputation.

The locals consider it haunted.

Pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell.

Who says what's wrong?

Well, we have a justice system. Laws, penalties, assessments. But the people decide.

Nothing's real to you 'til you've named it, given it limits.

It's just that, well, things need names.

Does the sky need a name? Does the river?

A good detective trusts no one.

We should choose names too.

It's time for our dreams to come true.

You should know it before you die.

I wish I had time for a snack.

I know, Chinese food. It was good, too. But for some reason, an hour later, I was hungry again.

I'm still surprised at being asked back seeing as how I busted your boss.

Every minute you stay here you're in danger.

When we took this job, we were promised fame, money and action.

Birds gotta fly. Fish gotta swim. Wolves gotta hunt!

Well another day, another half-million dollars.

You let them see you?!

We can't hide from the whole world up here.

There are kindred spirits out there for us, but we've gotta look for them, and we've gotta give them a chance, or else we'll always be alone.

We're not their enemies!

They're no more than animals!

An animal hunts because it's hungry. These hunters do it for sport.

I'm never trusting anyone again!

I was so totally wrong!

We can't hide from the world, we must live in it.

We must search for allies, kindred spirits, and sometimes we must take chances, like we did tonight.

It's nice to know there are still some heroes left.

Maybe we shouldn't believe everything we see on television.

A pity nothing else happened according to plan.

All-in-all, I'd say the test was most informative.

Isn't it finished yet?

Oh, not good. Not good.

Don't be afraid. I just want to talk.

Yeah, last time we met, you just wanted to blow me away with a bazooka.

I know I shouldn't have shot at you.

I was crazy with grief and rage.

It's a long story. Centuries long. I'd like to tell you about it. If you'll let me.

You don't know the depths to which humanity can sink, my young friend.

Come let me show you what mankind is really like.

They can't even share their homes without fighting. What makes you think they will share this world with us?

They hold each other's lives completely without worth. And you think they will accept us with open arms?

But not all humans are like that.

That's one way of avoiding a conversation.

So you did survive.

I always survive.

Any species that has you as a member can't be all bad.

Hey! What happened to the motorcycle?

Movies, television, video games. These days, it's hard to tell what's real and what's not.

Hey, I told you, I'm not the guy. And if I was the guy, you couldn't do anything about it.

Sorry, my fault. I was playing with the gun. Stupid of me. Hope I didn't break anything.

Don't give up.

Come back to us.

Know that I will finish what you started.

I will find the man who did this to you, and I will make him pay!

Read my lips, you're not safe here!

How many times are you going to try that?

Hey, you know, I'm getting tired of this.

Did you just see how the lights dimmed when you did that?

Oh, sorry, no, I was too busy writhing in agony to notice.

It's not you I'm after. You're just a pawn. I want your queen.

Give me one minute.

I'll bet I can get this place working.

Ok, it's a fixer-upper. But with a few throw rugs and flowers, it could be home.

You've been practicing. This is the first time I've ever lost a match to you.

What are you reading?

If you're going to be picky, we won't get anywhere.

But why? Why not just kill us?

I was a little worried that I might be getting soft.

You know it's a trap!

I can face her. I just can't beat her.

I'm smarter, stronger and I'm younger than you!

Your pride will cost you your life!

I know something you don't. Something that only comes with age. I know how to wait.

I would have ended this quickly! But now you'll suffer!

It is time for me to step down, and for you to lead.

I thought my warrior days were over.

There are years of fighting left for you.

You sure you can fly this?

Trust doesn't mean much without honesty.

It's my life! Butt out!

Is that all there is for us, mere survival?

I don't want to hurt you!

I don't remember any explosions in "Bambi."

The city feels safer already.