we'll meet again

don't know where, don't know when.

[daemonsdaed]

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#daemondaes. an artist, a doctor, a sailor, an alien, an actress, and a wizard walk into a bar. fandom-flexible verses with a focus on ORIGINAL LORE.

viewer discretion advised. written by che, age 31, she/they. est. 7 may 2016.

a study in conquering your demons, unconventional family structures, what it is that makes a human, and the different shapes of love. subtopics include occultism, the gig economy, and mistaken consumption of paint.

affiliated with: felicia. nandor. noland. scott. spengler. + the cudiverse. thunderbolts initiative*: bob. walker. yelena. + oxentrate.

                                         — THE WORD OF THE DAY IS CHAOS.

                     info ✦ memes ✦ interest tracker ✦ opens ✦ aes ✦ credits

[piendish]

hte real april foule… was you.

[piendish]

for thinkjghing I did not care abou you.

[piendish]

my friende.

[daemonsdaed]

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[daemonsdaed]

Cue Jack tossing the ball he had been turning around in his hands for most of the conversation toward Cherry. Catch!

Cherry has a staring problem. Under most other circumstances, she'd be locked on to her conversational partner's face, masked or otherwise, with dark, unblinking eyes. Now, she buffs her nails as she speaks. Like a cat showing its belly, it's a sign of comfort. Of trust. Periodically, she pauses to examine the work and check for further rough spots or inconsistencies in shaping. The smooth, balanced arcs don't mean much when her nail polish is so chipped. "So that's when I said to the guy—"

A tingle at the back of her neck warns her to be more aware of her surroundings. She chooses, then, to peek in his direction just in time to see the ball heading her way.

"Hey!"

The buffer block is launched up into the air to make way for the incoming missile. "What, are you testing me?" With narrowed eyes, she catches the ball, then tosses it up again in time to catch the buffer. Ball, buffer, ball, buffer, from one hand to another. She's juggling.

"If you're looking for a show, keep throwing stuff at me." Even with her throaty chuckle, it sounds more like a warning than a suggestion. "Kinda rusty, but I can handle a lot more. This is kids' stuff."

[reputable-archive-deactivated20]

❝  ah, see – that's actually cash, check or money order. we like to keep all our options open here. really explore every avenue. ❞

[daemonsdaed]

“Wow. The renaissance man of payment methods. I mean, I'm fine with cash, I deal with a lot of cash-only types, but it's good to know you're so...thorough. Besides credit, I guess.” She's losing the metaphor. “Which I can give you, for the record. A bit. For now. Nothing in stone.”

[reputable-archive-deactivated20]

❝  give me just a little bit of credit here, okay? ❞

@daemondaes.

[daemonsdaed]

“Believe me, bud, I’m trying, but the cash-only vibes are strong.”

[cardiomyapathy]

" billy joel is okay, i just don't listen to his album on repeat. and you are such a dick, he's, like, seventy... wait, you're dating me and you think I look seventy??? "

[daemonsdaed]

"Uh. Do you want me to answer that? I'm gonna be the biggest dick, and then I'm gonna fuck you." Her lower lip juts out. "You look younger than my nonna, but she's, like...a hundred?" Nonna was, in fact, much closer to Billy Joel's age. "Relax, I'm not a graverobber like Pacino's girlfriend."

[daemonsdaed]

The 80s are calling.

happy birthday, lane! / @cardiomyapathy

[cardiomyapathy-a]

❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ cherry should be upset he’s stretching her shirt, but damn does he fill it out nicely.

her top fits cropped right under his tits, the bulge of his pecs stretching the fabric to what would be an oversized boxy look for her. he's laughing uncontrollably at both himself in the mirror and Cherry's reaction, especially. " the 80's are calling. " he lifts an arm and flexes, squeezing his bicep and mouthing : nice!! " I'll buy you a new one — no, a new HAUL. How about that, kitty? "

[leneemusing]

oc x canon is so superior idc idc it just is.  the creativity it involves is unmatched.  canon x canon is so easy like you already know how they exist around each other.  but oc x canon?  you are building that shit yourselves.  even better when the fandoms aren’t even related like you wild dog you’ve done it again! look at u go 

[daemonsdaed]

This is not a birthday card !  Because if it was, then it would be late. But it’s not a birthday card, so it’s not late ! ❞ naux

"I see. It's simply a...'thinking of you" card then?" Naux peers at said card with restrained amusement. "Perhaps I'm not privy to what the youth consider happening, but this looks an awful lot like a birthday card."

She clicks her tongue. "Well, I'm not opposed. Late doesn't mean much to me. Neither does early. As long as something gets done, who am I to declare the proper time for it?" A light exhalation of laughter shakes her shoulders gently. "Well, thank you...whatever this is supposed to be."

[daemonsdaed]

JOYOUS BIRTH TO TWO OF THE COOLEST OCS EVER!! 🎂🥳🎁

"Thank you kindly. It's terribly generous of you to bestow this title upon us. I refuse to feign modesty. We are...pretty cool, aren't we?"

"And we only get cooler every year! Is there a limit on how cool someone can become? Tune in five years from now to find out more!"

[daemonsdaed]

"I heard today was a holiday, s'at true?" Annie leans against an exterior wall of Calvin's, having beckoned Yuna outside through the window. Brown eyes read inquisitive, but the smirk playing at her lips indicates something funny is afoot. Her arm is tucked very naturally behind her back, in a manner that is in no way at all suspicious ... so when she moves and presents the other with a bouquet, Annie is sure it's very surprising. "No lady should pass a birthday by without gettin' flowers, so... I just wanted to make sure you were all set."

She stands up a little straighter to fish around in the deep pocket of her coat ; "Also, I whipped up this ole thing. It's kinda stupid, but..." Out she pulls a bundle of felt, unfolded to reveal a very small poodle skirt. Well — a pug skirt, on closer inspection. "Hopefully this fits that li'l dog of yours. I didn't wanna ask for measurements and spoil the surprise, so... it's got ribbons. Happy birthday, sweetheart."

A holiday. Yuna's wide, dark eyes blink ever so innocently, as though she has no idea what Annie could be talking about. For a moment, she wonders if there is a holiday superseding her birthday in importance. Her gaze wanders in an attempt to make sense of her mysterious company's body language. Then comes the bouquet. She gasps.

"Oh, Miss Annie, thank you!" She's never been the biggest fan of flowers. It's no black mark against the gift-giver. Flowers are expensive. She knows this. It's an unnecessary expense. She feels awkward, uncomfortable with the gesture. It's hard to see them and not think of all the dollar signs floating out of a wallet, all her fault—but she is an actress. She can pretend. It helps that they're so beautiful. Gingerly, she takes them and inhales their scent. They smell even better than they look.

A small, bashful smile blooms over the bouquet. "You're right. I'm all set now." Her head tilts and her brows raise in confusion when Annie mentions "this ole thing." At first, she thinks that the skirt has been engineered to fit some kind of doll she doesn't have. Then the explanation registers. Her face lights up. This is much, much better than the flowers. "Oh, Negi will love it!"

In lieu of hugging Annie, she hugs the bouquet tighter. "I'll make sure to take pictures, okay? And then I'll show you! A whole photoshoot. Or maybe you want to come play with him? He has a hat that will look so cute with this..." Her cheeks flush. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

[daemonsdaed]

"Naux, hey, you know how you're into hard rock?" Oh no, he's smiling. Not that gentle smile, either, there's something vaguely evil about it. Scott, no, scott --- ah, it's too late. He's handing her a rock. The rock is, indeed, hard. No shame. None at all. "Happy birthday!" He commits to the bit for a longer beat, guaging for reaction and preparing himself for the possibility of getting smacked, before he finally presents his actual gift. "Now, I know nothing else is quite as extravagant as this very personalized gift, but I hope you'll accept this super unimportant secondary one. Y'know, because I definitely didn't spend three hours waiting in line with very concerning people for it." Onward is produced a medium box, the contents of which comprising solely of memorabilia and merchandise for a reality show they had binged together long enough ago. ( and now I die again happy bday naux !! )

Naux doesn't respond to his question with anything but a squint and a smile of her own. Devilish is a good look on him. Before he hands her his gift, she can already guess what's coming. Still, she pays the part dutifully: a heavy sigh, a roll of her eyes, a loving shove. She turns the rock round and round in her hands.

"You're a fiend, but...you're right. Shocking statement, I know. Don't make me say it again." A sigh. "I'll take my rock hard over soft any day. I imagine that wouldn't make as lovely a paperweight as this." Her eyes glitter. As over the top as her words are, she means each and every one. "I'll cherish it always."

The rock is carefully set down to make way for the next gift. She opens the box, pauses, looks at Scott, then back down at the box. Laughter. Crinkled corners of the eyes, mouth wide enough to split her face in two, laughter. She gasps with joy. "Oh, this is wonderful!" A hand flutters over her heart. "You waited so long, all for this...I'm touched, truly." As much as she loved the show, loved watching it with him, the gesture charms her more than the contents themselves. Time may be cheap for her, but she knows how valuable it is to others. One brow raises.

"I've not the faintest how I'll top this on your birthday." She reaches out to gently cup his cheek. "You're a dream, Scott Lang. Thank you."

[daemonsdaed]

On a small circular plate atop the lab counter between them was a single cupcake, decorated with swirls of gradient-coloured icing - and a single candle, its wick burning healthily.

"...Many happy returns."

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAUX!)

"You didn't have to do this." Granted, it isn't a very large gesture. Still, it touches Naux more than she's willing to let on. "I reckon I shouldn't be impressed you remembered my birthday—not when you've such an immense, virile intellect." Her fingers rap along the counter. She admires the cupcake, then quietly clicks her tongue. "I'm supposed to make a wish, aye?" And soon: the icing is beginning to melt.

Naux closes her eyes. She thinks of her children, of their future, of her own. She thinks of everything that has led to this point. She thinks that she isn't quite sure how old she's turning this year, and she thinks that all the time she spends living in a less-than-chronological order may make calculating her age next to impossible. Quickly, she tucks her hair behind her ears, leans in, and blows.

When she opens her eyes, it's to glance furtively up at Egon. "If you won't sing me the birthday song, then at least clap. Or don't. It's pathetic if you do it at my behest." The gradient of the icing is broken by the tip of her index finger. She marvels at the dollop of sweetness, licks it clean, then hums happily. "I don't know where you got this, but it's delicious." Carefully, she scoops another bit of frosting up, then offers her finger to him. "You've gone to all this trouble—you must have a taste!"

[cardiomyapathy]

" I don't listen to music — just the static of an unturned RADIO. "

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[daemonsdaed]

"Excuse me? Billy Joel is the master of music. Not even him? Do you even...no, of course you know who he is. You're almost his age."

[daemonsdaed]

ancient milf and scream queen birthiversary time ok

holds out my hand for their gifts