She Gestures To The Chair Across From Him, And Indication That It Was A Big A Problem. Dana Set Aside

She gestures to the chair across from him, and indication that it was a big a problem. Dana set aside her tonkatsu on the coffee table as she dug in her black trenchcoat. She pulled out a file, the standard orange. Opening it, photos were revealed. John Donovan in the crowd unassuming. There were multiple of him smoking and drinking. It was recent. The next couple of photos were of Lincoln Clay. Normally photos of him were old, taken in the period he once existed. But these were recent. And soon after Donovan's.

“What do you know of these two? Has your father ever told you anything about them?” She asked as she slid the photos toward them.

bare feet pad the carpet as they carry a half-clothed Captain into the living room of his flat. he stops, stares, and looks down as he brings a spoonful of cereal to his lips before delivering a long-suffering sigh. he raises his eyes back to the individual who’s invited themselves in.

“What’re you doing in my living room?”

i tried incentivizing donations to my friend's aid fund by promising dakimakura designs for a few of my more beloved ocs, but after a couple weeks of repeated boosting Johnny (@cryptidcaper) is still no closer to their goal. so i think: "how can I reach more people? what will really incentivise donations? what's the most well-travelled thing i've made?"

i hope i've found the answer to these questions.

if you want to see this fella - from my well-loved "gno worries" patch - lovingly illustrated in a series of sultry and playful poses, all you have to do is help my guy Johnny reach their goal by 10/22/2023, either by donating yourself or spreading the word!

and it doesn't stop at just the finished drawings; if completed, each design will be available on my redbubble shop for you to own as stickers, prints, and more! i'm also browsing around for ways to make them available on pillowcases - standard pillows, not body pillows, cus he's small - so that may also be an option in the future.

and hey, if you see this post and you're somehow not into sexy gnome body pillows... maybe consider sending a dollar or two anyway? Johnny is a wonderful dude who's fallen on some hard times, and if a lot of people give a little bit i'm sure it'll make a huge difference.

Is it bad that I want to come back but remake this place something with multiple muses instead?

it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.

you can only reblog this today.

the main highlights of van helsing (2004) tbh

She feels her heart shatter to a million pieces as she sees him fall. It was such a stark contrast to when they first met. How he held his composure with such ease and formality. But now it’s crashing before her eyes.

Dana has held grudges for many people and she was terrifying in the century she lived through. But John? Never. She couldn’t hold one even if she wanted to. Setting down her cup she removed herself from her current place of sitting, taking a couple steps to John before sliding to his side of the table.

“Yeah I do,” She nodded as she remembered the phoenix incident. And she remembered the burden of carrying that weight for years. So she knows wholeheartedly that piercing pain that can strike someone down. 

“But the difference between you and me is that you don’t have to be alone to deal with this,” She affirms. “Nobody deserves the right to suffer, and not even you. So whatever you need, I’ll do my best ok?”

the memory is a snapshot; a diamond in the rough, a singular moment that he remembers like poetry dripping in holy metaphor. he had never before been so reverent of the path he had taken, and never would he again; all his life he had suffered to become, and that becoming, after a single divine moment, had led only to further decline. 

now, only recently released from a series of efforts to rehabilitate him so that he might be an effective apparatus for heroism again, he is being handed a new shield- not Captain Rogers’- and being told to find a path and walk it, separate from the Captain America identity now beholden to Wilson. he’s fine with that.

what he doesn’t know is who’s going to walk that path with him, so he’s sitting in a diner in Georgia instead, shield in his bag wedged into the booth beside him and staring pensively into a coffee mug at the reflection of strands of dirty blond hair he really needs to cut to stay within the strict military regulations he tries so hard to govern himself by. 

John Walker is feeling a little lost, but that’s okay. he’ll figure it out. he has to.