A doodle commission for @meadow-hearthfire- this is based on a scene from one of my own selfinsert SF fanfics, 'Meet the Fishers: The Staycation (Ch 2: The Side of Caution)'. I was so touched that she commissioned me to draw it! 🥺💖
Not my usual post but a thing I did for personal use among friends. Was gonna just post it on my Instagram story but I'll let it live here for a bit I think.
Last night's random art studies somehow turned into a moodboard for a new Lawrusso AU. ^^;;;
May I introduce: 'Stranded' - the AU that gives me excuses to draw Johnny Lawrence with fluffy curls and in crop tops for the rest of my life. (Not that I needed one... : D)
When you think you've seen it all, it turns out there's more than meets the eye.
This will show spoilers from Captain Laserhawk manga Crushing Love and also it will brings some Splinter Cell lore, so watch out if you don't want to get spoiled.
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This little discovery had showed me a different take of the Captain Laserhawk lore and probably will be answering some questions (or create more *I am creating more questions than ever and the anxiety to know*).
It looks like Anna Grimsdöttir got a role in Dolph past
For some that are not familiar who Anna Grimsdöttir is, she was an ally of Sam Fisher during The Splinter Cell games and books, she was the Communications Lead later Chief Technical Analyst for Third Echelon and then became Technical Operation Officer during her Fourth Echelon era. She provided Sam with technical support during his field work also adressing any high - technology issues and a skilled hacker.
In this panels we see how Dolph tells his story with Alex (Grim was the only lady who could Boss Alex and he would not complaint, that means the situation was bigger than anything) and suddenly Marcus is surprised by seeing Ana and mentions that she was part of the war (I assumed he was mentioning about the Wastelands War), who provided Intelligence and saved Sam and Marcus many times and after they Lost, she went missing, not knowing about her whereabouts...
Now with this little revelation, It looks like there more than meets the eye, I can't tell everything yet because It looks like I need to read the rest of the manga, but how the things are going, there will be many revelations that could unite the missing links of the series' lore and this could be a twist to some questions that are unaswered.
Remember the last episode where a Rayman was send a message about going to see Bullfrog? Some assume many characters that would had sent that messege, but now with seeing this revelation about Grim, I can believe she could have been the one who send it. It looks like Anna was willing to stop Eden, too and the reason why she and Alex were working together, also there is something curious about a dialogue of Alex telling Grim if Dolph is not able to do his part he could talk to the Arms Dealer Andy (some that are not familiar with the Splinter Cell lore would past it unnoticed, but if I am correct, or I am assuming many things, Alex would had been referring to Andriy Kobin, an arms dealer who was enemy of Sam Fisher during Splinter Cell Conviction, then a temporal ally in Splinter Cell Blacklist).
So... Here it is this little discovery and man, there is a lot to be reveal and to see this, brings me a Big joy to know that more Splinter Cell characters are around the Captain Laserhawk serie, meaning that that maybe Sam will have a bigger part in Dolph's role in Season 2 (I really hope so). 🥺🥺🥺💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤
Oh!!! Almost forgot, Anna design in the manga looks like the design from Blacklist more than anything.😁😁😁😁💞💞💞💞💞💞
By then, I’d been making my rounds in the multiverse for around…four and a half… five thousand…ish years? Give or take a few decades… or centuries… When you’ve been around for that long, years start to feel more like weeks. Jim did his best to help me keep track, but it wasn’t really important… The point is, I’d been around the block more than a few times. There were a lot of patterns I’d noticed by then, and I’d started getting pretty good at predicting them, but, there was always a chance of new variable getting thrown in the mix and steering things in a very different direction than I’d expected….
In that timeline, the cult had been making pretty typical moves. I still hadn’t told Larry and Todd about my immortal universe-hopper deal- that usually only makes them less receptive to other information…- but, I had gotten them on board with the fact that the building had a nefarious past and that a number of the residents had less-that-savory scenes playing out behind closed doors in slightly-above-average time. We regularly checked the security system for suspicious activity and had stopped Mrs. Packerton's ‘operations’ much earlier than average. The few newcomers who had moved in since then were treated with a healthy amount of suspicion and monitored heavily by our little group until it was clear that they weren’t up to anything culty or demony or cannibalistic.
We were all in our first year of college when we heard that a new tenant was moving into the building for the first time in a while, and as luck would have it, they had been assigned the room next to mine, room 404, which would make it a piece of cake to keep an eye on them until they were proven innocent. The three of us had installed cameras in the room prior to their expected move-in date to make sure that our new neighbor was actually a new neighbor and not a cultist stationed to pull the trigger on ‘the big night’.
When we met them, Larry and I were going somewhere. I can’t really remember where…. The gas station, the diner, the library, Todds… It was just a typical day of no note until we exited the elevator on the first floor, and I stopped in my tracks as the doors slid shut behind us.
Mr. Addison called to us in his signature overly-cheerful voice from the mail slot in his door:
“Oh, Mr. Fisher, Mr. Johnson! Just who I was hoping to see…,”
Larry approached, and I managed to follow.
In front of the door, a petite, dark-haired 20-something was seated on her haunches in order to be at eye level with Addison. She looked up at both of us with a wide-eyed, open-mouthed stare after she finished a gulp from the coffee mug she was holding in her hand.
The recognition hit me in the gut. The button nose, the pale skin, the big eyes with long lashes, the crooked teeth, that this time seemed a little too large for her mouth, sticking out from under her pierced lip…. A section of her bangs was kept out of her eyes by a couple of hair clips. They were decorated with little hearts and a strawberry.
My heart soared as quick as my stomach sank. I knew her name before Addison told us.
“This is Mrs.-”
“Ah- oh, just, ah, ‘Mitch,’ is fine, Mr. Addison…,” Her voice was small, but deeper than you’d expect.
“Very well! This is Mitch, the newest addition to our little family of tenants. She’ll be moving in today, and I thought you two strapping lads wouldn’t mind helping her with her boxes.”
She seemed overly panicked at the idea of us helping her. “Oh, no- ah, that’s okay! I don’t wanna bother them, I can-”
“Sure, no problem,” Larry, being the maintenance persons son, was used to being the designated muscle when someone in the building needed some heavy lifting done.
“Ah- It’s fine, really! It looks like you guys are on your way out, I really don’t wanna impose-” she was shaking her head and waving her hand frantically and sweating and turning red…. She seemed so nervous… weirdly sheepish, for a Mitch…
“Nah, it’s no problem. We’re not really doing anything…. Right, Sal?” Larry elbowed me in the ribs.
We’d all agreed that it would make things easier to be especially neighborly to the newcomer in order to gain their trust, and being invited to handle their belongings, enter their new home, and make a good impression all at once was a best-case scenario in our surveillance plans.
It took me a second to answer. This whole scene was a lot to process: Mitch, of all people, in the flesh after all this time, curled up in a little ball at mine and Larry's feet, casually chatting with Addison, holding a cup of his ‘coffee’, half-gone, in their hands, about to move into the death trap that was Addison Apartments….
I felt like I might vomit on the carpet, but that wouldn’t have been a great fifth first impression on my part. I swallowed back the bile that had come bubbling up in my throat.
“Y-yeah,” my voice cracked, and I wanted to punch myself in the face. “We’d be happy to help!”
“Um…,” They glanced up and stared at me, up and down and up again without blinking, with an expression that looked… frazzled? Timid? Kind of puzzled or… maybe ‘bewildered’ would be a better word…? Then they averted their gaze back to the floor.
“....Okay, I, if you really-… uh, thanks, I really appreciate it…!”
They stood and downed the rest of their ‘coffee’ like a shot, moving to hand the cup back to Addison, who did not take it from her.
“Uh… oh! I- I’m sorry, did- do you want me to wash this before I give it back, or…?”
“Nonsense, dear, you keep that mug for later! I’m always happy to make coffee for my tenants, and I’m sure you’ll be back for more very, very soon~” His tone was more playful and sing-songy than usual. Fucking prick….
“Oh- yeah, sure, ah, definitely! I’ll be- Thank you so much…!,” Mitch gave an exaggerated nod to her new landlord and held the mug to her chest.
“Of course, of course! Now, be sure to show her whats-what, gentleman! I trust you’ll make her feel right at home- I’m counting on you two~”
“Sure thing, Terrence.”
“She’s in good hands.”
Larry gave a little salute, and with that, Mr. Addison closed his mail slot, leaving the three of us alone in the hallway. Mitch drummed their fingers on the mug, rocking back and forth on their heels, looking everywhere but directly at us for a few admittedly awkward moments. They snapped back to attention suddenly.
“Ah! Oh, sorry, yeah, I guess we should, uh…” They seemed so nervous, and I kept asking myself why, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer…
“My- ah, my car is parked out front, so, a…” she pointed behind her with her thumb.
“But really, you guys don’t have to- it just looks like a lot, but most of the boxes are really light, so I can get them myself! You don’t have to…” she was flushed and waving her hand again. I felt a foreboding dread prickle over my neck.
“Nah, it’s cool, don’t sweat it,” Larry gave her a little smile and wink as he walked past her, laying on the charm, I hoped for the sake of the surveillance mission.
We both followed him, Mitch a step behind us the whole way, stuttering over forced small talk. We made a few trips back and forth, helping her carry boxes from their car to the elevator and into her new apartment. She was very adamant about carrying certain ones herself, and thanked us and apologized for no real reason over and over and over again. When all the boxes had been carried up, they apologized and thanked us again, and promised she would do something for us to return the favor once she was settled in. We told her to come and see us any time, and that I was right next door if she needed anything, and she thanked us again before she gave an overly-enthusiastic nod and wave goodbye, then shut the door to the room that was now officially her home.
Once we were back in the elevator, heading to Todds place to report that the new neighbor had officially arrived and to turn the cameras in their apartment on, Larry commented,
“Well, that was kinda weird… not really weird weird, but still weird….”
I agreed to that understatement.
“Still, she’s kinda cute, huh..?”
I felt like my stomach was gonna drop straight out of my ass and onto the floor.
“...Yeah, she is… kinda cute…”
“Ha, I’m sorta jealous…” he elbowed me in the ribs again. “Cult-status pending, it looks like you just got yourself an Awkward Girl-Next-Door, huh, Sally? Lucky you…~”
born in belfast to parents who were active members of sinn fein, saoirse was raised in time and place where she was surrounded by politics and intense civil unrest. following in her father's footsteps, she went on to study and get her master's degree in journalism at nui galway. she made a name for herself as a war journalist for various publications before she struck out as a freelancer to pursue the stories she was passionate about. after months spent chasing leads on al-qatala, the incident at piccadilly circus changed her life in ways she never imagined.
so if it wasn't obvious yet, i'm making a fic based off of every song on midnights ! i'm planning on doing the 3am version but keep in mind that i don't have a specific time or day that i will post (unless i announce it). this is highly inspired by @meadowscarlet when she did this so credits to her (although i think she did discontinue it but still)
I could name at least 20 side characters I would love to see again! (I found out: there are MANY lovely ladies! And most of them are still alive after their episodes... And there are some douchebags. And most of them are dead or in prison...). I picked some in the end...
If you have any alternative ideas about what they do please write in the tags.
Maybe we should have at least the two favorite characters in our movie.