KICKING MY FEET AND TWIRLING MY HAIR

A few photos from our snowy holidays (2001, 2004 and 2018) with myself (orange), Xavier’s father (purple), and his sister (red). The photos are censored for privacy’s sake, thank you for your understanding.

2001: We we’re teaching the kids how to ice skate for the first time. Xavier picked it up faster than his sister, but she was always his little cheerleader when he decided to learn ice-hockey.

2004: Xavier used to practise every afternoon with me during the winter, he was adamant about hockey trials in the coming school year. I always thought my little boy would grow to be a star one day, his determination and beautiful smile held no doubt.

2018: Xavier’s sister was going away for university later that year, so they were very determined to spend as much time together as they could. They tried out skiing this year as well - safe to say neither of them were going pro any time soon - it tired them out in very few hours. Their father found it quite amusing.

In loving memory for our boy,

Mom Xx

chat i croed a little

REDACTEDTOBER DAY 02

This involved less thought, but it’s something. the prompt for the other list said video-game so it conveniently matched as well and I’m seriously happy with how this turned out, as weird if a concept at is it, i hope u like it <3

Adam - Atari

Adam was an orphan at a young age, a runaway one at that.

6 years old, and he’s already managed to raise himself.

On one of the nights in search for shelter, he found himself in a seemingly abandoned house.

At least, he thought it was abandoned.

The house belonged to Henry Jessup, former department agent who had been laid off since the rise of the hotshot detective, Colm Greer.

The house was all he had, his own sanctuary of dusty shelves, curtained windows and an Atari 2600 console that adorned his tv that sat in the middle of the living room.

Games was his escape, an escape he’d immersed himself in entirely since being laid off.

That particular night, while enjoying a game competitive game of pong, the sound of tiny feet, caught his attention. He may be out of commission, but that didn’t diminish his sharp senses, and thar sound was sure as he not his raccoon companion, Gerald.

Straightening his back, he grabbed the closest thing in sight as a weapon, which in his case would be a beer opener.

“Who’s there!?” He called out, his voice booming as it echoed the dimly lit room.

—

Adam froze, covering his mouth to avoid any sound from escaping.

He crawled under a table, only to be grasped the collar of his shirt, hovering him over the face of a 60-something aged bearded man.

“Who are you?! How did you get in?!” He roared, keeping him about 3 feet off the ground.

“I-i n-need, r-roof…i-it was..cold..” The young boy stuttered, whimpering in fear as tears welled up in his eyes

The man met the boy’s gaze, seeing the fear in his face. He let out a low growl, easing his grip and setting him down.

“Well, what you did was trespassing.” he spoke, walking back to couch. “Sorry..” Adam mumbled, sniffling as he rubbed at his neck where he’d be gripped

“You hungry?” the old man spoke in a nonchalant tome, holding out a half eaten box of spinach pizza, offering it to the child.

Adam felt heard the gurgle of his stomach, having barely eaten the past 2 days, he was practically drooling. He looked up at the man, seeking confirmation.

“Well, go on” He replied.

Once he got the answer, he quickly picked out a hefty slice, practically shoving the entire pie in his mouth, letting out a content groan having finally eaten again.

“Jesus, slow down, pizza ain’t going nowhere”

Henry spoke, handing him a plate to place his slice on before taking his spot back on the couch

“Grab a seat.” He said, gesturing towards the empty couch across from his.

Adam nodded appreciatively, placing his pizza on the plate before walking over to the couch.

“I—“ He started, only to be cut off with the man’s low grovel.

“There’s a free bed upstairs, I don’t like mischief, and I expect you help around the place.” He said, his eyes never leaving the TV while he played a around of pong

Stopping mid bite, his eyes widened in shock, he was letting him stay? His lips curved into a small smile, nodding at the man’s offer.

Henry let out a confirm him, taking a swig from his mug before turning to face him, “Wanna play?” He asked nonchalantly, reaching out a second controller.

The boy tilted his head curiously, taking the controller in his hands, watching closely as the man explained what each control did.

Then they played. A thing they would find themselves doing often, bonding over the galaxies of Galaga, to the trenches of Pacman and Q*bert. They explored it all.

And as the years went on, now in his vampiric life, A decade since Henry passed, Adam often found himself going back to the slums of the little run down cabin. The calming buzz of the TV and its glow providing a dim light, creating a sense of melancholy as he booted up the same Atari 2600.

HUHRUSHAUAHUEAHUAEAA

Hmm...I've never shared my moodboards here have I...

Lemme change that-

DAMN:

(They're the only complete group I have so yeah)

i just need to let out a scream to the void bcs Bastard vs Zombies got a new episode, and the ending hurts my soul and i need therapy

take this random comic, based from the newest episode

Albus York my poor boi, my time travel shenanigan's fuck your timeline so much, i feel so bad while listening to the audio.

Way to show how time travel makes you less human by showing the consequences through the person who thought so little about him self, I CANNOT AUAGHAAHISASAHS

WHAT THE HOT DIGGITY DAWG IS HAPPENING 😨🫢

Do y’all think fooliverse angel has a collar for David

Redacted hyperpigmentation

Thank you too @wuegh

Freelancer: i sat here and posed for like ten minutes, let me see the product

Caelum: bu- uh- *shows the picture*

Freelancer, holding in laugh: is that me?-

Caelum: *slams the book down*

Freelancer: no! n-no! it’s nice!- it’s so nice- ohh! i nEVE-

*Gavin, laughing his ass off*

Freelancer: -i never looked better!

*freelancer picks up the book, showing gavin who is laughing is ass off*

Freelancer: ooh where were you- where were you when it was time for senior photos?

Caelum: freelancer i don’t think is looks good…

Freelancer: it is FANTASTIC!! ohh my god! what is that? is that hyperpigmentation??

Freelancer: just te- okay… you know what? i never seen nothin’ like this before. i just want you to keep up- keep it up!

Caelum: why was gavin laughing..?

Freelancer: GAVIN DONT KNOW WHAT HE DOIN’ ANYWAY. that’s how you say that’s a great drawing in french

*GAVIN ABSOLUTELY CACKLING AND WHEEZING*

REALHEYAUHSUESADEUUEHEEE 🤭

his duality is crazy (i want him so bad restrain me i might do bad things if i see him)

GIGGLES THESE ARE SO CUTE WHAG THE FLIP

the cutest of patooties

TAGSS NO PRESSURE (sorry if you’ve got tagged already)

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this is a piece of redacted history guys 🤭🤭

Yay I did it

Thanks for the inspo @mokozroach and @qhoaaaa sooooooooooooo ya

I used procreate for the colors and piscart for the text:))

Update guys: I can’t fucking spell and I called my dearest Milo sexist instead of the sexiest soooo

OH MY GOOD GOLLY GOSH 🤭😍😍🥰❤️❤️

GUUUUUUUUYYYSSS he’s done!!!!!

LOOK AT MY PRETTY MANSSSS💕💕💕✨💕💕💕💕

This bad boy has so much trauma and I love him

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and the shit hand writing I hope you enjoy his face after such a long wait

I will give him a proper character sheet one day I swear