#ofc google did it poorly but anyways

[cepheusgalaxy]

Random brazilian fellas on my dash. I agree. And rb.

[fainthedcherry]

When I was a child in 2013, visiting Nickelodeon's site and finding a treasure-trove of Spongebob, Winx and TMNT flash games was like magic to me. BUT MAN. The TMNT flash games are one of the best ever to me I've played in my life. (on an aesthetic stand-point! Turtle Tactics and Dark Horizons are so awesome man, legendary flash games to me.)

Since I am utterly autistic about 4 green alien turtles and their rat dad...Here we are again. With me posting OC cringe 2016 me would've killed myself over :V (cry about it 11 yo/ me, afraid of cringe culture back then, it's DEAD NOW)

Gonna sneak-post my redo of that ancient drawing I did of Alex 2 years ago, for the base-post : D

2 years ago, I used flashpoint to replay it for the first time in years and I remember crying of glee LOL (I still play Dark Horizons and turtle tactis to this day btw). I played Dark Horizons and Turtle Tactics and also TMNT: Throw Back (NO I DID NOT NAME THIS LIKE A MEME THIS IS ITS NAME. I STILL BURST INTO LAUGHTER LIKE A CHILD OVER THE NAME AGING POORLY DUE TO INTERNET LINGO)

Those 2 flash games are just so...Technically advanced?? For its time?? LIKE A FULLY FLEDGED 3D FLASH GAME WITH UNITY ENGINE BASIS? DAMN. And then Dark Horizons? CHEF'S KISS I LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH. AESTHETICALLY AND THE COMBAT FEELS RLLY NICE TO ME IMO, AND JUST...Everything about THAT flash game, god TIMELESS CLASSIC I COULD YAP ON FOR HOURS ABOUT THIS NO JOKE.

I am enthralled by the designs and art of Dark Horizons, it's why I made this drawing. The game just..Speaks to me on so many levels. IT'S JUST SO PLEASING TO SEE ALL THE ARTWORK I EXTRACTED. As far to my knowledge- it never got released, so I might make a post of just a few favourites I liked from the game. :D

I just wonder if I can post those in the first place, it's after all, not my artwork, from a flash game, and TMNT, so yeah, legal IP and stuff. I unfortunately don't know who the artist if of the flash games, but if I can find that out via googling or digging for credits in the game or the files, I'll see if I can credit them, so that posting will be fairly accredited!!

OH YEAH RIGHT ALSO QUICK BANTER ABT ART SORRY I AM VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THOSE FLASH GAMES AS YOU CAN TELL,,,

I studied the in-game sprites for a good few hours back then, and did my best to replicate it to the best of my abilities!! I think Mushu maybe could've been done better looking back at it, but I think it was the best that I could do back then. :D Plus, I remember being really happy, excited and proud of this piece, as it reflected something, my childhood self always wanted: For Alex to like.."fake" being an official character LOL. I had sooo many dreams where Alex was hanging out with the turtles and Ninjago and throwing in Power Rangers for good measure, just...Everything I liked as a child, I somehow connected in my dreams via either "OH YEAH THE RAINBOW FAIRY!" or "OH YEAH SUDDENLY PORTAL AND MY MARY-SUES JUST BRAVE IT WHILST THE OFFICIAL CHARACTERS DRAMATICALLY TELL THEM NOT TO GO"

^I had vivid and....Creative dreams as a child to say the least, sometimes even Darth Vader and Eggman appeared as the bad guys, despite TMNT and Power Rangers and Ninjago w/ the snakes and lord Garmadon or however you spell him (I never checked + I'm German so ofc his name might be different in english)- I- do I have to go on about the dreams I FULLY remember I had, as a 6-9 yo/, until I told myself at 10 how embarassing my dreams are and stopped doing so? I DIGRESS. I..Need to be more professional in these, instead of such pure fandom trash oml, I feel bad for whoever actually has to read through my blatant autistic interests as a child and thinking "wtf is he on about" dfgklfdg

ANYWAY NEKST POST IS THE BASE. I SWEAR. SORRY I LOVE RAMBLING

[sedna-integration]

Thanks to a certain someone on discord indulging me with my dumb childhood stories and other inane bs I remembered something. But first some context:

From Aug of 05 to Dec of 06 I lived in Texas due to Hurricane Katrina. I swapped schools my first year there due to moving away from the relatives that hosted us. After I swapped schools I also ended up swapping classes when they finally checked my IEP over a month later because the way they handled “gifted” students was to have them all in one particular class and get pulled out for the “gifted” class 1 or 2 days a week for the entirety of the day(s). (I can’t remember if it was 1 or 2 days. I have gifted in quotes because the name of these programs have changed since and I am not sure what they are called now.) Anyway, the specific story I told them, albeit more detailed, is: There was this tall(er than me) meganekko busty blonde girl who always had on a somewhat loose grey pullover in my class. We went to different classrooms for each period and had preset seating in each one (it wasn’t alphabetical) but almost all of them we sat next to each-other. Our class had this mandated reading-class-thing where we’d go into the library for a class period, do some group reading+discussion, and then some of those online computer activities (you know the ones) or other reading-based work. Iirc it was because Blue Bonnet reading was/is a big thing there. I can’t recall how many times a week this was or if it was an every day thing either so sorry about that. At some point we had to partner up with someone for whatever the lesson plan was and this lasted for quite some time. I dunno why but she chose me by latching on to my left arm sorta like this but she held me way too close & my head was breast level LOL.

I was so confused at the time but I’m one of those emotionless looking dudes so I’d like to assume she couldn’t tell but she was pretty damn perceptive. I didn’t know what the hell she grabbed me for initially or why she was smashing the side of my head into her chest & her followup didn’t help at all. She’d taken my hand & swung our arms back and forth while skipping in this comical saturday-morning-cartoon way before pushing my arm away and pouting in an equally comical way so I gave up trying to figure out what her angle was. Ofc immediately after this the teacher comes over & brings us back to reality with the pair work. From that point onward we talked a whole lot more and I ended up looking forward to her shenanigans every week. Though I actively put some space between us at times (hopefully not enough to be noticeable) b/c people treated me poorly and I didn’t want her caught up in that. To elaborate on the why of that last bit and set up for what I remembered and why it matters I need to give a bit of a rundown on myself as well. I have almost always been alone socially and otherwise. I’m not close to my family in any regard. I’d consistently been picked on a lot & I’d always been relatively quiet even before I began to avoid speaking in general down the line. My scoring within the top 5% of my class (esp while being black), being an introvert in the early 2000, caring about art, the way I spoke/words I used, and not having interest in sports (again esp while black) led to people condemning me for 1 or more of those things so I started to keep my mouth closed about what little I was interested in as early as age 5. Unfortunately this also led to bullying as well due to people taking my silence & lack of contribution to discussion as me looking down on them. Part of it was that I also didn’t know a lot about sports (a very common topic) & oftentimes I wasn’t allowed to watch many of the shows my classmates did and thus had nothing to say or contribute. Being black meant either I couldn’t be intelligent or that if I was/spoke with anything beyond rudimentary vocabulary I was some kind of race traitor. I couldn’t offer to help anyone with work they were having trouble with w/o being accused of belittling them either.  Most people I came across had no clue what introversion was adults included. I only found out when I was 6 or so because I was forced to find a way to prove I wasn’t some “fucked up abnormality”. I was/am also very physically capable sports-wise and combat-wise despite my lack of interest in the former and my abhorring the latter. The former invited ire due to the whole “nerds aren’t supposed to be good at school and sports” thing. While the latter gave me a reprieve if I ever went there it only lasted until they realized if they pushed me only the “right amount” I’d never fight. The reason any of this matters is I am very careful about who I let get close to me physically & emotionally. I wanted to give credence as to why I am how I am as well as putting that on display. I really really REALLY dislike being touched by those I am not familiar with on a personal level. People I have been acquainted with for years still have to be careful about casually hugging me b/c I’ll reflexively respond with elbow jabs and the like.  Back then my intuition was already at the point it’d give me a relatively accurate read of who was and wasn’t “safe”. So despite all of that + my misgivings about people in general I was fine with everything she did. There were a couple instances where she hugged me from the front or behind like so and would just sit her head on mine and I didn’t do anything to stop her. I didn’t want to. 

She never forcefully invaded my personal space. Even though the first time was spontaneous it wasn’t forceful in execution. Easing her way into my personal space the way she did to do what she did is the reason I realized I am actually a physically affectionate person. I’d never been exposed to it within my family or among what few friends I had until that point aside from those shitty face value ones aunts and uncles would try that I’d avoid partaking in. This along with my isolation (intentional or otherwise) makes it something difficult for me to approach even now. Many of the minute details above were omitted w/ the discord friend due to my inability to recall them. That convo helped me remember all of the above and more. The girl’s name, how she treated me, how her treatment of me affected others, how important she was to me and why. Shelby was the first person at that school to treat me like another person rather than a tool or some kind of abnormality whom needed to be fixed. She was the first reason I began looking forward to going to a school I hated being at. She helped me understand myself a little better likely w/o ever intending to. Regardless of intent she facilitated a situation where I was seen by some as just another dude.

It’s crazy that I couldn’t recall so much w/o her name because I never forgot what she looked like despite that seeming like the easier thing to do. Until now whenever I sat down to try to remember her name I failed to yet here it just came out of the blue when I was done reminiscing. Her name popping into my mind with the familiar image of her beaming as she oft would followed by all these little details is too ethereal. Feels like I’ll forget again if I don’t record this somewhere. 

I’m elated and grateful both to that friend for humoring me and to Shelby for being the goofy jester she had been even before I came to realize it. There are too many small innocuous things that happened with/due to her back then I wish I’d never forgotten about. Maybe it’s my lack of connections to others at play but small things meant and still do mean so much more to me than any large/grand gestures do. It makes it all the more disconcerting that all this was neatly locked away somewhere when I can remember the day my sister was born better than my mom can. One thing that has me kinda fucked up is remembering being excited to go to the same middle school as her. I didn’t bother trying to get to know her better because the same day I had that thought I learned I’d be moving away. So much came back to me now I’m happy & frustrated. I never told her how grateful I was back then. I tried to on my last day there but I ended up almost crying every time so I gave up. I never hugged her back or told her I appreciated her either. From her perspective it may not even be that big a deal but it is to me. This is also the type of guy I am. The minute things that we often take for granted are the most important things to me so I want the people that stay with me to know that I appreciate those things. Even if those decisions you make and actions you take aren’t something you spend a lot of time or effort on the fact that they are made with consideration for me is very much appreciated and I want these people to know that. I wanted her to know that. It took me too long to be able to be able voice these things despite my blunt brazen approach to near everything. Now I have a poignant desire to tell her precisely how much I appreciated her. Knowing I likely will never get the opportunity is very frustrating. Yet I stupidly hope I will come across her again.  Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll see that smile again in person. Both images are I googled tall girl + word + anime and just so happend to get those two as the results that fit and both are from doujns so beware. 1. Tall+Short by Kitakawa Touta 2. Doki Doki Body Wall by Makinosaka Shinichi Edit: Cleaned this up a bit and added some detail. As an addendum: 1. This was 13y ago so I was 11 in the 5th grade. Idk why but she and 2 other girls in our grade were built like idealized 17 y/o’s which was actually part of why Shelby wore the pullover. 2. I’m not pining for her or anything. I couldn’t tell you if I was into her or if she was into me the way kids tend to be back then and really it doesn’t matter if it was or wasn’t the case.  3. For the above: I have only wanted to have a small number of close friends to spend my time with since early on in HS. Having my own family was something I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember but I don’t think it’s good for me specifically to explicitly pursue romance so I don’t and didn’t. I don’t want to go looking for love, platonic or otherwise, in all the wrong places. I’ve seen how that goes too many times lol.  A natural progression is more my speed anyway. 

[witchymarvelspacecase]

Wraith pt 8

Summary: Bucky x OFC

Follows the storyline of CA:CW. Regan is an ex-HYDRA experiment who has been on the run for about a year. Turns out the Winter Soldier has been hiding not only in the same city as her, but the same BUILDING. Chaos ensues and she offers her help to Bucky and his friend Steve.

Word Count: 1275

Warnings: Swearing, Typos (sorry)

A/N: I used Slovak for Sokovian, and I used Google Translate again (so I am sorry for any errors). Obviously, there are quotes/descriptions/dialogue from the movie here, clearly I did NOT write that, so credit to Marvel and it’s wonderful writers and actors!

Masterlist

Not my gif, credit to the owner

Regan woke up with a ringing head, sore chest, and cuffs on her wrists. She was in a mostly empty, poorly lit room. A plain table in front of her, and a chair on the other side with a mirror behind it. So, an interrogation room? But there was no interrogator as of yet, so she stretched as many of her muscles as she could from her position, and opened her senses, searching for energies nearby. There were 4 people in the room behind the mirror, watching her she assumed. None of them seemed particularly angry, or afraid, but one of them was letting off a shit-ton of annoyed vibes. 

Regan cocked an eyebrow, looking directly at the annoyed one through the mirror. “Really, YOU’RE annoyed? You’re not cuffed to an uncomfortable chair with a concussion, and chest pain that should be checked by a doctor. So why don’t you drag your sorry ass in here, and start asking the questions that I won’t answer?”

It took some time, but the annoyed person did eventually enter the interrogation room.

“I have spent the last 5 years making sure that I kept track of every enhanced weirdo on this planet, I know where they are, I know what they can do, and I know more than a few ways to get them under control, so why,” the man announced as he slapped a file on the table and leaned into Regan’s personal space, “do I not have a fucking clue who you are?”

Regan’s response was to, once again, cock an eyebrow, and smirk, meeting his gaze directly. This did not ease the man’s annoyance. He spent, what felt like hours, throwing questions and tantrums in Regan’s direction with no real reaction on her part. To her, this was nothing. HYDRA would have brought out the sharp utensils a while ago, and she was confident that this guy wouldn’t, not yet anyway. So she held her tongue; “Wraith” was making an appearance.

Normally, when she was playing “Wraith”, Regan had a physical mask, as well as an emotional one, but here, she was naked. So she used the only weapon she had; silence.

Eventually, the man admitted defeat and grabbed her arm to escort her out. Regan didn’t fight, she knew better than to try an escape without enough knowledge of her whereabouts. She was dragged through the building that she assumed was a prison, before she was led into a large, circular room. The only odd thing about this prison so far, was its complete lack of windows. It was a good thing Regan wasn’t claustrophobic. The large room had 6 small cells each with a clear cell door. Two of the cells were unoccupied, but the other 4 held her former teammates.

No one said a word as Regan was pushed into one of the open cells, and the silence continued until the annoyed man left. Which took a few minutes since he felt the need to stalk around the room, and give all of the prisoners the stink eye individually.

“So, they don’t know who I am. How long do you think I can keep it that way?” she asked no one in particular, rubbing at the marks that the handcuffs had left on her wrists.

“Dunno,” Clint replied nonchalantly, “did you ever leave any DNA evidence behind before? Is there anyone from your past they could contact?”

“Not that I know of, I would think that it would have become a problem before now if I had.”

“So what should we call you if we can’t use your name?” Scott asked.

“Uh… geez I don’t know. Sam, you’re the one with the nicknames, what you got?” Regan smiled as she asked.

“’Blondie’ was the first thing that came to mind.” Regan laughed lightly, shaking her head.

“Pretty unoriginal fly-boy.”

“It’s not my best work, I admit.”

“Can I still call you ‘sestra’?” Wanda rasped, the collar around her neck apparently impeding her speech.

“Of course you can, what else would you ever call me?” Regan smiled in response.

“How do you say ‘sunshine’ in Sokovian?” Clint asked

“Slnečný svit. But if you’re looking for something that you could use as a name, I would go with ‘jas’, It means ‘light’.” Regan responded, sliding into a sitting position by the clear door and leaning her back against the wall.

“I think I will stick with Jas then.”

“Sounds good to me. Why ‘sunshine’ though?”

“Well Sam said ‘blondie’ I figured I could pick a stupid name too, just in a different language,” Clint smirked.

Regan laughed, “by the way Sam, ‘blonde’ is ‘svetlovláska’.”

“Well that’s a mouthful,” Sam cackled.

“It is, any other words you wanna learn? I got nothing but time.”

“Now that you mention it…”

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Regan taught Sam and Scott every dirty word, and phrase she could think of, and had been listening to Scott talk about his baby girl for several hours now. She could see Clint clearly from her cell, and noticed that he looked conflicted as Scott chattered on about Cassie’s many talents. Regan wondered what could be upsetting him, but since he was helping to hide her secrets, she decided not to question him about his.

Regan was just starting to drift off, as the main door opened to reveal Tony Stark; he looked a little banged up, and had his left arm in a sling. He looked tired.

Before the door had finished closing, Clint began to slow clap, “’The Futurist’ ladies and gentlemen! ‘The Futurist’ is here! He knows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.”

She tuned out Stark’s response, and their following banter, but she heard Tony refer to Clint’s family. Ah, that’s why he looked so upset… He wanted to share his ‘proud Papa’ moments too…

Scott tried to engage Tony too, but Stark blew him off and crossed to Sam’s cell.

“How’s Rhodes?” Sam asked. Regan wanted to pipe up, but last she checked, Tony Stark had thought she was trying to kill the Colonel, so she resolved herself to listen closely.

“We’re transferring him to Columbia Medical tomorrow so… fingers crossed. What do you need? Have they fed you yet?” Regan couldn’t hold back a snort at that; she’d barely been fed. The others had been fed better, but since she had been annoying the man in charge, she couldn’t really expect anything different.

“I just knocked the ‘A’ out of their ‘AV’. We got about 30 seconds before they realize it’s not their equipment,” Tony explained to Sam, trying to get Steve and Bucky’s location out of him, “just look, because this is the fella who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly I made a mistake, Sam, I was wrong.”

“That’s a first,” Sam snorted in response, clearly not convinced or moved by Stark’s admission.

“Cap is definitely off the reservation and he’s about to need all the help he can get. We don’t know each other very well. You don’t have to…”

“Hey, it’s all right,” Sam interrupted, “look, I’ll tell you, but you have to go alone, and as a friend.”

Tony quickly acquiesced, and Sam gave him the location. Tony nodded and headed out.

“You sure about this Sam?” Regan asked, voice barely above a whisper. All she could think was that Bucky may be dragged back into HYDRA yet. All she had tried to do may yet amount to nothing more than her continued existence- in a jail cell.

“I don’t know,” Sam sighed in answer, “but I think they’ll need help.”

Silent, useless tears fell from Regan’s lashes and she hung her head. Locked in another cell by government agents who would love to use her for their own gain, or watch her rot in place. And worse yet, she had dragged Wanda down with her, and left Bucky out in the cold.

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