&& old lace

indie old lace of marvel's runaways. comics & show canon. sideblog to fistigone. DASH ONLY. ICONLESS.

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Old Lace is my favorite runaway. #oldlace #runaways #marvelcomics #marvel #molly https://www.instagram.com/p/BtaOw1rAmeF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hh31ngfaf4cy

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Old Lace and her favorite humans. #oldlace #runaways #marvelcomics #marvel #chasestein #gertrudeyorkes https://www.instagram.com/p/BtaPP6FgvDL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uypxwsm4if1y

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tornreality‌:

The training session had been exhausting, leaving Karolina and Nico upstairs to take a nap. Eyes flickered open as she could hear the loud stomping, presumably coming from Old Lace. Paying no attention to it, she tried to ignore her. Noticing that she was hovering over Nico’s bedside, mind fixed on something. Noticing as Old Lace was about to take it, Nico fingers quickly grabbed hold of the staff. Eyes narrowing at the dinosaur. ❝ What exactly do you think you’re doing? ❞ What an ignorant question, like she could actually answer her.

she wasn’t trying to be loud, she just existed in a loud way. she hadn’t meant to wake the human up, but now that she was awake they could play. nico’s fingers wrapped around the stick and she looked at her in that unhappy way humans did when she did something bad. lace ducked her head slightly, peering up at the dark human with beseeching eyes. she tentatively nudged her nose against the stick again. maybe throw please? that didn’t seem likely. she rested her head on the edge of the bed instead and huffed out a hot breath. bored. 

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angerbuilt‌:

her smile brightened considerably as the dinosaur’s tail thumped against the ground, head pressing against her hand. she rubbed over her head gently, thumb grazing over the scales. “you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” she smiled, nodding her head. she was definitely going to come back tomrrow with more food. 

there it was again. good girl !!! she was a good girl. she was helpful to her humans and she hadn’t eaten anything she shouldn’t (at least, she didn’t think so which was often not the same thing as gert not thinking so). and she’s made a friend !! she rubbed her head against her hand, eyes closing in contentment.  

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angerbuilt‌:

“if you’re still here tomorrow, i can bring you some more food if you’re still hungry.” delanie said quietly, moving in a little closer to the dinosaur. she continued to pet over her scales lightly, fingers tracing over them. it was a strange feeling but she liked it, it was still the same as petting a very scaly dog. 

more food. tomorrow. that’s all she really needs to hear. even if she wasn’t going to still be here (and she wasn’t because she had to return to the house to check on her humans) she could come back for food. she would come back for food. her tail thumped lightly against the ground and she nudged her head against the animal-human’s shoulder.

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angerbuilt‌:

her hand moves slowly to rest on the dino’s head, lightly stroking over the scales. it was certainly… something, wasn’t it? to come face to face with an actual living breathing dinosaur when they weren’t even supposed to exist in that point in time. “how’s that, huh? did that fill the hole in your belly?” she asks fondly, lightly rubbing behind the dino’s ears. 

lace doesn’t make a move to stop the hand as it pet over her scales, creating a nice sensation. she made a noise as she finished the last of the chicken and looked up at the animal-human as her hand passed over the dinosaur’s head. she was speaking but lace had no way to communicate so she simply chittered at her.

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angerbuilt‌:

delanie watches as the dino stomps over to her backpack and nudges it so gently that it surprises delanie for a moment. she runs over and undoes the zip, pulling the fabric back to show off the chicken pieces she has in there. she’s come prepared this time, she’s seen this dinosaur before but never made contact — now she has food, she’s prepared. “here you go, girl. enjoy.” 

she grumbles quietly when she finds that she can’t access the bag, but the human-animal comes over and she opens it up, revealing more chicken inside. old lace’s tail thwacks the ground in excitement and she ducks her head, practically burying her nose in the back as she wolfs down the chicken. 

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angerbuilt‌:

delanie’s smile becomes impossibly brighter when the dinosaurs’ head presses into her hand, snout against her palm. she’s practically shaking with the happiness in her tiny little body, toes wriggling and tapping in her shoes. she strokes the dino’s head lightly then leans back at the tail swishing. “i’ve got some more food, if you want it. it’s in the backpack over there.”

old lace may not be telepathically connected to this human but she recognises the signs of happiness when she sees them. she presses her nose against the palm as it strokes along the scales of her head and turns her head to look at the backpack. food in the backpack. she stomps over to it, nudging it with her nose to try and loose the food from within. she’s not meant to destroy fabric things. she knows that. 

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angerbuilt‌:

delanie smiles warmly, stepping forward again until she’s a little closer to the dinosaur. she holds out her free hand, fingers wriggling slightly. she wants to pet the dinosaur but she also doesn’t want to risk losing her fingers. they’re important and she needs them. but she really wants to pet the dinosaur. “are you still hungry, girl?” 

lace doesn’t make any kind of move to snap at the animal-human as she moves forward with her hand outstretched. she fed her and there’s no fear or aggression in her stance. so she’s probably a friend. she ducks her head into the hand, pressing her snout against the human’s palm and huffing out a breath. she’s always hungry, but she can’t really convey that. her tail swishes. 

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sertralinelost‌:

their connection is strong, and even if lace doesn’t know it, she just gets it. gert’s tired, another side effect of going off the sertraline, and she really doesn’t have the injury to play or find her food. it’s nice that she can just lay there, a girl with her dinosaur, happy and comfortable. in fact, she’s probably close to falling asleep.   “ naptime, lacy. “   she informs with a smile, pressing a kiss to her face.   “ wake me up if something happens, okay? “   she asks. it’s still odd how the deinonychus understands even when she certainly doesn’t speak english. but she does and gert is thankful. old lace was a life saver, quite literally, and she’d be even more broken without her. maybe that’s why their connection was formed. she just picked up on the need.

naptime meant that gert was going to sleep and that lace had to be on guard. that didn’t mean she couldn’t nap too, just that she would have to be extra alert. especially when gert told her to wake her if something happened. she even understood the subtlety that was the fact gert meant something important and that she wasn’t to wake her for something like a cockroach crawling across the floor. instructions were always easier when they came from gert. she lifted her head from the human’s lap so that she could better settle into her nest to sleep while lace stood guard. 

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angerbuilt‌:

“that’s it. good girl.” delanie can only imagine how hungry she is, which is no surprise really. she smiles warmly and walks in a little closer, holding out the tray of chicken for her. “c’mon. eat up. there’s plenty more where that came from if you’re still hungry.” if needed, she’d go back out and get more. 

good girl!!! she likes it when people call her a good girl. it’s much nicer than when they scream at her, which happens a lot with new people. the chicken comes closer and she makes a happy sound and ducks her head quickly to catch it between her teeth, tossing it into the air and catching it again as it came back down, swallowing and barely chewing. 

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“hey — hey, girl, you hungry?”  did she go out of her way to buy a whole chicken for this random new dinosaur? yeah, she might’ve.  “i got you food. you want some?”  she pulls the wrapping off and holds out a piece of the chicken.

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the mere mention of food had her head whipping around to look at the not-human, not-animal girl. she chirped her answer to the affirmative that yes she was in fact hungry. especially when she could smell chicken. the meat is held out to her and she snatches it, gobbling it down hungrily.

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sertralinelost‌:

that’s good enough of an answer for her; gert was relieved she didn’t have to get up. it relaxing, hanging out, just a girl and her dinosaur. but, she’d have to keep an eye on it. if lace got too hungry, that could be a bad thing for anyone other than the runaways they would come across. she couldn’t hurt one of them, their emotional connection keeps that from happening, but for someone that gert wasn’t close to? that could be a bad story, one that she may not even get to tell.   “ i’m proud of you, girl. we’ll find a way to make this better, soon. i promise. “

lace likes spending time with gert, this is her human, the one she loves and protects above all other humans. her human. she snuffles softly, happily as gert tells her how proud of her she is. she feels like she’s doing a good job at keeping them all happy and protected from cockroaches and rats (by eating them) and other, nasty humans. she’s happy enough. the house is larger than her old habitat and she can come and go pretty much as she pleases. she chirps happily at gert, to let her know that she’s happy with the current situation. really. 

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sertralinelost‌:

she likes watching lace happy, not only because of their connection, but because the science that runs in her veins is curious. half of the stuff she did gert wouldn’t imagine a dinosaur finding joy in, but then again, old lace just wasn’t any dino.    “ you hungry? “    gert asks, wanting to make sure she was okay. it’s hard to take care of an animal when you’re homeless.

she can only listen to her instincts. though her instincts are always telling her to protect gert. she nuzzled against the girl’s stomach again and then lifted her head at the question, looking up at her with big eyes. always, she was always hungry but like the kids she was having to deal with it in her own way. she’d managed to catch a rabbit while looking for shiny rocks so it wasn’t too bad. she swished her tail slowly and laid her head back in gert’s lap. telling her not to bother getting up to fetch her food. she didn’t need it.

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sertralinelost‌:

they had joked about it, but old lace really did make her happier. she was more at ease knowing that she was happy and taken care of. gert loves having a connection that deep to her. at least her parents did one thing right. eyes flutter closed as gert remains there, stroking softly over scaly skin.    “ that’s my girl. “

she chitters happily. the fingers on her head feel nice and she rubs her head against her friend’s stomach, nuzzling her affectionately. she feels happier and that’s what the deinonychus had been trying to accomplish so she considers herself doing a good job. especially when she gets praise like that. 

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tornreality‌:

It had been a while since Gert had seen Old Lace today, leaving her unnerved. She wasn’t used to spending so much time apart from her, sensing her presence being nearby. Taking a few steps towards the dining hall, she watched as the rat tail dangled from her mouth. Disgust evident on her face.  ❝ Ew, Old Lace! I thought we agreed to go vegetarian, ❞ she grimaced. Looks like it just wasn’t her lifestyle after all.

she cocked her head to the side as gert spoke and hurriedly swallowed the rat lest it get taken away from her since the human didn’t seem to be particularly fond of the idea of her eating it at all. could she help that she was a carnivorous dinosaur? no she could not. she fixed her with slow blinking, deliberately uncomprehending eyes. she knew what gert wanted, she was just choosing to ignore it.