" dad, look what i found! " proudly plops a glowing slug in jake's hands. / from tuk <3
although senses couldn’t help but be on high alert when away from his home and venturing deep into the forest they called their home, having his youngest child with him helped to calm jake’s nerves at least a small amount. watching her curiosity, it was like he was staring down a younger version of himself, when he first came to the world of pandora. perhaps that’s why, despite his trust in her, he decided to stay close, just like how he was guided through his own journey.
ears perk up at the sound of his daughter’s voice, a pause in his footsteps as he kneels down to her level, knees pressing into the wet moss and plants beneath him. silently, he stares at the creature within his palms, gently cradling it as he allows tuk to continue watching it.
“ well, would you look at that, you’ve got a sharper eye than me, ” he says, giving her a slight playful nudge, grin ever present against his features. fingers couldn’t help but gently poke at the slug within his hands, just as fascinated. " but don’t you think we should put him back ? as shiny as he is, certainly he has a just as bright family to return to. ”
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@vagasbonds gets a random starter for reasons
It'd taken a long time, a lot of stubbornness (from both parties), and a few lucky injuries that could have been a lot worse on her part, but Jake had finally managed to wear Kamala down and get her to agree to some lessons in hand-to-hand combat. Personally, he knew he was going to feel a hell of a lot better knowing the kid had some sort of skillset, other than her powers—because those didn't count, Kamala!—while she was out running around being a hero. He planned to ease her into it, show her mostly defensive skills at first—how to protect herself, how to get out of different holds, how to keep herself alive. They'd move on to the offensive skills later, when she was more comfortable with it.
Now, up on a rooftop in Jersey (eugh), he stands in front of her, mentally preparing himself for the worst stances he'd probably ever see in his life—she was a kid; he'd be flabbergasted if she was any good at first.
He was excited to change that.
"Alright, now the most important thing is that you get outta fights in one piece, yeah? If that means a tactical retreat, goin' for some backup, or hell, just straight runnin' away, you do it. Y'can't help anyone if you're dead, entendido?" He pairs the instructions with a stern look, wanting her to understand just how serious he is.
"Now, hands up. Lemme see y'make some fists." He waits patiently for her to come up with a stance she's comfortable with, curious if she'll be smart enough to protect her face.
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& . @vagasbonds .
tardis was pulled here. no idea why, she won’t say. readings are normal, no peculiarity in the area. just a dull forest in the middle of nowhere. feet trample through regardless, mind knowing he’d rather check and go back emptyhanded than lose an opportunity to help, just about to turn back. . .
that is until aged eyes falls upon a child wandering the woods. in and out of eyeline obstructed by trees, eyes squint to make out the form of a young child in a hospital gown. “ hello? ” asked as he rushes closer, sonic pulled out of his pocket. “ hey, are you okay? what. . . are you doing over there? ”
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@vagasbonds. gabby !
Mirror. She was shorter, but the same. She wasn’t Laura, but wasn’t not Laura either. The clone had been told of others like her, there was a reason she was given the number 42, after all. She knew of this, but it was strange seeing another clone alive. She’s perched, watching the shorter one intently. Waiting for a move, a reaction.
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@vagasbonds is dreaming of this: ∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver . / tari finds him first hehe | 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . [ accepting !! ]
"…" He was heading somewhere, walking along through a park. He passed trees and benches and people. But he couldn’t rid of the feeling that he was being followed. Who would have thought that a pair of tiny feet were walking right behind him like a little duckling. The nightmare turned around and— nothing. There was nothing there. He had an odd feeling about this. His fingers itched towards his blade as he turned around only to stop mid-track as he looked down at Tari. “Son of a B— ... Biscuit. Tari. Wha— what are you doing here?” He left his blade alone. This was a dream. Not just a dream. A dream place. Just Fiddler’s Green. “Wait. Were you followin’ me?” He questioned them. Is that why he felt an odd sense of familiarity in the air?
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‘ not bad, new girl. ‘ teaming up wasn’t exactly a new thing for him. there were plenty of super abled people in new york, and sometimes he wasn’t the first one on the scene or someone needed a hand. team ups, sure, but, last he saw on the news, wasn’t this girl operating in jersey city? and he did see a couple of the cops throwing her odd looks as they loaded vulture into the van. ‘ welcome to new york. wanna grab a slice? ‘ sue him, he was curios.
@vagasbonds peter for kamala!
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" ratchet ? do you guys ever get to be kids ? " from webby hehe
“... I’m sorry, I occasionally still have trouble determining meaning during language translation: are you, asking if my species can reproduce, or are you asking in a non-literal sense about adults behaving immaturely?”
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farts
bro wtf that's so smelly. get outta here.
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─ @vagasbonds ⟋ omega .
maroon, crimson ﹠. burgundy spreading, fiery-patchwork saturating forward viewports of the consular - class cruiser; deep sanguine terrain contrasting with silver - coated mountains. ❛ landing coordinates coming in. ❜ there was something sharp yet infinitely calm ( * in control ) in his voice as words rolled down his tongue. maybe obi - wan’s serenity ﹠. duty - driven tutelage was finally attaining ideal levels of fruition ( or maybe his former master’s teachings were now an intrinsic part of his being; wearing duty like a cloak, and it shrouded him so, sharpening the lines of what he was. ) irises traveled from numerous display screens to the unique other passenger by his side, slightly swiveling to face young assistant as soon as proper landing procedure had been completed. ❛ alright, let’s hope you can speak xi char as fluently as you claim. ❜ corners of rims ever so slightly curled into shadow of a smile, cybernetic fingers reaching to activate ramp deployment.
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thanks to their new position of head of the bard coven, raine had been granted access to places they never thought able. to see the inner workings of the emperor’s palace, watching dastardly plans come to fruition. that’s why they were here in the first place, to put a stop to all of this.
but the last thing they expected was to come across ... a child? sure, raine may have been new to their position, or maybe the two had never crossed paths before. but to find someone so young in a place like this? it was a little concerning.
“ah, excuse me, i don’t think we’ve met before,” came a gentler tone, knees bending as they move down to her height, trying to seem as less intimidating as possible. first impressions were important after all.
“raine whispers, and who might you be, young miss?”
@vagasbonds, starter call!
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@vagasbonds said: is there anything I can do? / reese to jake :)
They’d gotten into another fight, Marc and him. A bad one. It’d ended with Marc retreating into their headspace to lick his wounds, Steven following after him to provide comfort (because Jake didn’t need comforting, why would he ever need comforting?), and Jake controlling the body and just exhausted. He had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at the kid—she was only trying to help, he reminded himself. She wasn’t the one he was upset with. It wasn’t her fault Jake was a shitty person.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, holding it for as long as he could, before slowly letting it out. Only then did he open his eyes and look back at her, still frowning, but not about to rip her head off for trying to be there for him. “No, niña. This ain’t a problem you can solve.” There was no fixing Jake. He would forever be all the things Marc hated about himself, and he was fine with that. Really, he was. “I appreciate the thought, though.”
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@vagasbonds. gabby.
Eyebrow raises as he simply stands there, pretending he doesn’t recognize the younger one attempting to sneak out of the room. It was so painfully obvious that she was avoiding him, and it was amusing at first. She wouldn’t be the first person trying to avoid him, and certainly won’t be the last. But he had to address it, just this once, to see if he could press for a why. “ I can hear ya. ”
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“some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language,” max admits with a shake of her head, the things in question being the four boys of their little friend group. she’s not sure what they’re trying to do with the atari they broke — doubts they’ll get to fix it without calling for help, but the fact that they were speaking to each other almost unintelligibly as they tried to was good entertainment. “come on, let’s see if we can bake something with the stuff dustin’s mom said she left out for us in the kitchen.”
@vagasbonds - for eleven ! send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you.
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❛ you want a single glimpse of relief to make sense of what you’ve seen ❜
@vagasbonds + epiphany
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[ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life / with tari hehe
🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 | 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. ( accepting !! )
"——Now, is this where you wanted to go? To see all of these little fishes? Well, I guess I can't say little fishes when we're currently observing a Whale Shark. So, what's your favourite? I'd say mine is either the Great White Shark or The Stonefish."
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@vagasbonds sent ❝ oh, i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you. how am i doing so far? ❞
cliff’s trying hard not to think about clara as he stares down at this little person. unfortunately for him , his brain is the only thing about him that isn’t steel. ironic ? maybe , but also pretty fucking cruel. standing in all his clunky glory , he gives the girl a shrug and answers maybe a bit too bluntly. “ kinda crap , but keep going. ” still , he nods his clunky metal head encouragingly. “ i don’t believe in good first impressions. the only people who make those are fucking phony shitheads anyway. ”
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