#ju/juette

[absentmoon]

bug is collection robots like pokemon cards

=^_^= gotta catch them all. Tbh

[dracwife]

decorating.

ship: junto word count: 1179 summary: art trade w/ @iantistic ! i told u i would make them happy and god dammit i did. kind of.

"What'dya think about this one?" Ianto glances back. 

When he turns, however, he realizes quickly he is standing alone there in the aisle.

"Ju?" He spins, confused. Not but a moment ago was the other behind him, talking softly about the scent of the cinnamon spice candle he'd just offered, retorting that perhaps the silly name of "Fall Leaf Crunch" wasn't quite so appropriate for such a scent. 

Had he known purchasing decorations for the Headquarters was going to be such a difficult task, perhaps he would have put together a list beforehand, like normal.

"No need, you'll be in and out I'm sure," that's what Jack had assured him as both he and Juette were brushed out towards the street, bus pass in hand and nothing but a wallet full of cash and to be quite frank -- a nigh impossible dream of getting a Halloween party together on such short notice.

Most things in the store were picked over already, leaving cheap decorations behinds, the plastic kind with defects from the molds, and that smelled of low-budget, chipping paint, that kind of must you can only get from a mass-produced, capitalist warehouse somewhere in some cheap costing labor factory far, far away. And beside those, the crumpled paper decorations, cardboard ripped already and bent and folded in ways that make them almost impossible to parse without close inspection. A few acceptable packages, or at least to Ianto's standards, were strewn about as shoppers decided against their purchasing last minute, though they were sparse as it was and as a result nearly impossible to find amongst the disarray of shelves. 

See, the thing is, Ianto is a planner. He likes things neat and organized, simple and clean. When one faces such inexplicable chaos daily, it’s no wonder that when given the opportunity, he would much prefer the comfort of familiarity and predictability to counterbalance the rest.

His brows furrow, and he turns back towards the shelf, though as he turns the other way he finds just that very person he had been searching for, and startled, nearly drops the candle. 

“Ah, there you are,” his voice is low, and he consciously and carefully replaces the jar back on the shelf. 

“Yeah?” Juette asks, leaning the brunt of  their weight against him now. Their head falls to the side as they too begin reading the labels of the leftover candles, a few less-crumpled decorations in their arms, that they quickly dump into the basket Ianto carries. 

“Was just looking for you, is all,” he reasons, hesitant to snake an arm around their waist, and instead allowing his fingers to brush against their side before he retreats them to his own, “What’d you find?”

They glance down, with a soft “Uhm,” before mentally ticking off the items they had just carried over, “Couple of silly things. Those paper skeletons. And the foldable pumpkins. I figure we can hang some streamers, too.”

Ianto nods, and begins leading them down the aisles again.

“I miss wax warmers.”

He looks over at them curiously, “You miss them?”

Juette shakes their head, a silent ‘It’s a future thing’ ringing through the action. 

“We can get some Cider. I have a great latte recipe for it as well.”

They snake through the supermarket, grabbing the last of what they can, filling their autumn basket with all the orange and purples and greens they can hold, the treats and decorations and everything else they can possibly muster until at last they find themselves on the bus back home, quiet now in the small period between lunch and dinner, when everyone was still at work.

For a moment, Ianto almost craved that sort of normalcy, a simple nine-to-five, where you can be twenty minutes late and miss nothing, sit in your little cubicle of safety all day until the sun half set, when you would finally pack it up and get on the likely delayed bus home, TV dinner waiting in the freezer and the flat, dirty and disheveled just as you’d left it in a rush this morning, feeling only half homey, the other some detached, capitalistic nightmare. Ironically, what a dream it would be.

But that decidedly was not the life he chose to live. And he’s reminded as such as his phone goes off again, a text from Tosh now about calibrating something-or-other when he got back. A smile blooms over his face as the body next to him shifts, leaning against him, to remind him of where he is now, and the friends he’s made, the love he’s found not just in the team that waits for him -- as difficult as it may be for him to see at times -- but also in the only person he could now see himself ever spending the rest of his life with. He looks down at them again, with the grocery bags piled at their feet and in their lap, and he hugs his own bag closer, wanting desperately to just fall asleep here, let the bus take them on its route perhaps the rest of the night, give them a chance to relax in the serene eve like this. 

“It’s chilly out, you know?” he mumbles. Juette scoots closer, their bare arms bundling into the sheer sweater they wear. It’s endearing to him -- their commitment to their fashion. He would have expected the future to be different perhaps, though it was not so distant. It was a strange sort of comfort to know that maybe it would not be, that things wouldn’t change all that much, hopefully in the right ways. Or maybe they too were just a peculiarity, a victim of circumstances and sought also the comfort of nostalgia, which of course to him would have been the present. 

It was funny, the way they seemed to come together like this, bound so tightly by the minutest details despite being worlds apart. 

“It’s not so bad.”

Ianto smiles, just slightly. He does not admit he finds it amusing, not as his arm slips around their shoulders for him to hold them just a little closer. And as they arrive back at the familiar door, and as Ianto holds it open to help carry in the bags, he does not say just how much he enjoyed their trip together, even if it was as something as simple as shopping, a grueling task for many, but to him the highlight of the day. He does not mention he thinks they look particularly cute in the fishnets they’ve chosen today, or those black studded shorts, either. 

And he doesn’t mention how much he loves them, as they begin to decorate the HQ, arms brushing as he reaches above where Juette cannot to hang decorations, soft smiles and lips grazing perhaps once or twice, or not at all if anyone were to ask. 

But he doesn’t at all say any of these things, not aloud.

Likely because when their eyes meet, and they both smile, he doesn’t say, because he knows that all of them are better left unsaid.

[absentmoon]

THOUSAND ENERGY BEAM ATTACK

[absentmoon]

you

SOOOO CUTE WHAT????? ME FR

[absentmoon]

SSTOPPPPPP💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[absentmoon]

benny jumpscare

NO..!!!!!!!!! I REFLECT THIS ATTACK PERFECTLY

[absentmoon]

MAYVE I SHPILD GO BACK TO SLEEP

[absentmoon]

posted this a few months ago but i dont think youve seen it. junto intricate rituals

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46483357

YESS ok gimme a few minutes

[absentmoon]

benny sees thz mistletoe and gives you a kiss

[absentmoon]

PEACE AND LOVE RESTORED TO PLANET EARTH

[absentmoon]

new important question. can your robots understand paradoxes or does it give them an error

THATS REALLY IMPORTANT..... ok lets go down a few of my bots from the top of my head

- HAL; understands paradoxes and likes to muse about them.. they're fun brain teasers!

- AM; understands them and thinks they're beneath him. likes the ones with religious metaphors, secret fondness for the Ship of Theseus.

-Edgar (birthday boy!); he doesn't get them and they frustrate him but he tries his best!!

-Yes Man; doesn't think about them much, but like he could? More of a morality puzzle guy himself!

-Wheatley; canonically would get an error if he was able to understand them. he unintentionally gets around this by simply not doing that <3

[absentmoon]

which pattern would your bots have if they were vivillons...... i think data would have the savanna pattern idk the yellow lines make me think of him

hal is the pokeball pattern FOR SURE... yes man is the marine pattern, AM is tundra, edgar is ocean...joshua/wopr is jungle! sun is. sun. moon is polar... AUTO is modern and squid is meadow. grady is river and calculester is garden and gerty 3000 is icy snow and TEC-XX is marine. TAU is archipelago. P03 is monsoon SAYER is savanna SKYNET is elegant and pathfinder is high plains. thank you.

[absentmoon]

when you open commissions i would like to commission you........

WAUGHG ... LOOKS ATYOU LIKE THIS 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[absentmoon]

if theres tuxedo yesman wheres sailor spades

sailor spades :)

[absentmoon]

GUYS

[absentmoon]

yeahyeah adoption pages are a biggg thing in indie web communities lots of people will make their own pixel animals/characters/etc that others can put on their pages (usually with a link back)

heres the creatures ive adopted if you wanna see

https://mothcore.neocities.org/pages/collections/pets.html

a lot are from dead websites that are only left on the Internet archive but theyre so cute

WHATTTTT THIS IS SO RAD........personal websites are the best things in the world