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antiphilosophia · 10 months

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Crowley's pre-fall name is BARAQIEL (THEORY)

THIS POST MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS OR RATHER CLUES FOR GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 CONTENTS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION 🤍

Very well. Who doesn't love the Crowley is the Archangel Raphael theory (I am certainly of those people who do). During my first watch of Good Omens S2 I was even somehow almost confident that that was the case.

However, my second, more careful, viewing of this lovely (but equally heartbreaking) season made me change my mind, likely for good. In episode 4, Furfur's book "Demon's Guide To Angelic Beings Who Walk The Earth" shows us a name of a certain angel Baraqiel. (see photo below) Knowing Good Omens that can hardly be a coincidence.

Unfortunately, the very text is quite unreadable. One thing, other than the name, which is pretty clear is the subheading "Angel of the Sky" and since the episode 1 lets us take a look at how Crowley did indeed take part in creation of what is to be seen in the night sky, one can hardly find that entirely non-fitting. One other sentence I was (at least I think) able to read is "Often draped in red."

(On a different note but certainly worth noticing are scribbles that generally just roast Crowley – his suspiciousness, hair and name (though I am not absolutely sure of the latter) "His hair is bad!" Wow, Furfur really does hate Crowley.)

Then there is something written above the name of Baraqiel, unfortunately in none of the picture frames does it get a bit readable. I wonder though, couldn't it be "former"? Since it comes precisely after mention of Crowley to whom should one report on Aziraphale.

Crowley is very powerful. Dominion

A word that is not exactly readable but can be deduced from its placement (it is situated just as Aziraphale's "Principality") is Baraqiel's rank – Dominion Angel. It should be noted here that I very much lack proper knowledge of either Jewish or Christian mythology and I would hate to provide any incorrect claims. I therefore think it is better for me not to overly state things, even more so since everyone can look into it on their own and figure out what that might mean for our beloved demon. What I will say, however, is that they are (as I understand it) very powerful and, placed within the 2nd triad in the angel hierarchy, ranked higher than the Archangels. This would go well along with the emphasis that was in my opinion laid on Crowley's powers quite a lot this season.

For example: "A miracle of enormous power happened last night. The kind of miracle only the mightiest of archangels could've performed," said Shax to Crowley, to which he replied: "How'd you know I didn't do it?" He didn't get an answer.

What I think (and I may be very wrong, obviously) is that a miracle of this vastness wouldn't have happened simply because of a regular angel and a regular demon did together half a miracle each. What is also worth noticing is that the tool with which Crowley created the Nebula is the same as the one he used to temporarily stop time at the end of season 1 right before Satan's arrival. So much to the size of his powers.

Baraqiel, lightning of God. Fallen angel

Finally, to Baraqiel himself. My lack of knowledge concerning this matter still stands and frankly I don't even know where to find valid information about angels and such on the internet. Baraqiel should, however, stand for "lightning of God" and is also regarded as the angel of lightning. In season 2 there are (as far as I remember) two occasions where Crowley is put in correlation with lightning. (1) His poor anger management issues in episode 1 and (2) his not at all better matchmaking in episode 3 ("I haven't done weather in ages"). Furthermore, Baraqiel is considered to be the one who taught astrology to people. Nevertheless, what points to Crowley and Baraqiel being one even more is that Baraqiel is indeed a fallen angel.

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So... That is probably it. I usually tent to theorize about stuff in quiet, in fact, this is the first time I've used Tumblr for anything other than reading Neil Gaiman's posts. I didn't even think that I would actually post it but then I've searched on Twitter, TikTok and here on Tumblr if anyone else has already come up with this theory. The only post I could find (hopefully I haven't missed anything) was by @valaza_04 on Twitter (click here) where they refer to the same frame shot as I do here.

Now I know, we are still recovering from heartbreaking (but if you ask me, absolutely amazing) finale and the main thing currently on our minds is figuring out why would Aziraphale choose as he did and the many wonderful theories that come with it. However, considering the utterly virulent look that Metatron shot at Crowley before walking out of the bookshop with Aziraphale and also his "Well, [Crowley] always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too." makes me think that he absolutely does not care for Crowley and whichever angel he was before the Fall. And I reckon it won't remain unnoticed in season 3 and might even be really important (or that is just me wishing for more pre-fall Crowley scenes). Hence I decided that I will post this. And it doesn't matter if no one will see this in the end, it was quite fun to write. However, if there is someone who will read this all the way through, I hope they will accept my apology for the mistakes I have most possibly made (English is not my first language) and also for the ridiculous length this post has come to gather. It turns out, I am just as chatty of a writer as I am speaker.

Well maybe I will come around to write one more post about this theory, only with a proper research this time. Till then thank you and, please, support this season by streaming as much as you can so we can have season 3 of this masterpiece of a show. And be kind to those bringing it to us in your comments regarding the ending, even though it is very frustrating and heart-shattering, it is also maybe the best ending we could have hoped for with the prospects of season 3.

Thank you for letting me talk my heart out, Tumblr.

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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i will BEG YOU ON MY KNEES FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF FOR 2007 RAPH he just makes me so HAHWKAHAKEVBS

This time I came up with something simpler and softer, I hope it's okay :)

Summary: Raph is mustering the courage to confess his feelings, but nothing goes as he plans after your birthday party.

MDNI / Raph is 26, and so is reader/fluff/ post 2007! movie

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"Get a room, you two."

Donatello rolled his eyes, turning back to the computer. Raphael glared at him, on the brink of delivering a witty retort, yet he stopped upon sensing your hand on his shoulder. You shrugged it off before shooting him a wink.

"No, no, he's got a point. Let's move to your room," you delivered with a knowing look.

Raph grinned, letting out a mischievous chuckle. He thoroughly enjoyed it when you teamed up to playfully taunt his brothers.

"Yeah? I don't know, maybe we won't be able to keep it down if we go," he quipped, infusing a flirtatious tone to his words.

Donatello growled low at the cringe-inducing sensation creeping up his neck. This happened quite frequently. You and Raph would giggle while snuggling on the couch. Some times you were in his lap, some others he laid his head on your legs while you massaged his head or played with the red bandana.

You shared many things together: meals, phone calls, your apartment (especially when he and Leo fought—hell, he even allowed you to use his bike!), and when you weren't teasing each other, you were playfully flirting. Although, at times, it seemed too genuine to be lighthearted. At least in Donatello’s opinion.

He did his best to ignore both of you and once you left, he and the others started blitzing Raph with numerous questions. Why do you always act like that? Raph, do you like them? Are you secretly dating or something? Raph, have you asked them out yet?

“Relax, we’re just messing around,” he deflected.

"You must be careful with your words, Raphael," Splinter said. "Sometimes we dismiss what we think could tear our hearts apart, but that doesn't mean it'll go away, and if you let it linger there for too long, one day you may come to regret it.”

That struck a chord in him.

"I'm old enough to discern my feelings, thank you," Raphael snapped.

Now, one would have thought that after such a sharp response, Raph would not have dwelled on the matter any further. Yet, much to his annoyance, those queries circled in his head all week—a week during which he continued hanging out with you as usual. The only difference was that now he couldn't shake this tingle from his chest.

Perhaps it's always been there, he thought. Maybe he just hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge it.

Do you like them?

You smiled at him at that very moment, and he knew. The realization hit him like a goddamn train at maximum speed. He had feelings for you. Real feelings. Romantic feelings.

Fuck.

Never in a million years would you feel the same about him; he knew it. And even if you did, he was a mutant living in the sewers. What could he possibly offer you? You know, besides always protecting you and taking care of you. Would you be okay just with that? Would it— would he be enough for you?

****

“I think they like you back,” Casey asserted, shooting a smile at Raph. “Just ask them out.”

They found themselves on the rooftop of Casey's shared apartment with April. It was their habitual pullout, a place to unwind for a couple of hours after their patrol shift, when the night was too bright to head home.

Casey swung his bat absentmindedly through the air, while Raph sat with his legs hanging from the building, watching the hasty lights of various cars speeding below.

“I don’t know. What if they don’t? I don’t wanna risk what we have.”

"Raph, trust me, they like you back. Besides, you both look like a married couple already! Like, that fight over the cookies the other day? Come on,” Casey chuckled at the memory.

Raphael scratched the back of his head, trying to tone down the heat creeping up his neck. Yeah, maybe you did look like a married couple.

****

After pondering it for a few weeks, Raphael made up his mind to speak from his heart. He gathered the courage to talk to you and confess his feelings. Not tonight, though. Tonight was your birthday, and you both agreed to hang out after your small party at the lair.

He made sure you had a pleasant evening and gifted you a pretty handmade bracelet. After the song and the cake that Mikey lovingly baked, you both headed to your apartment for a movie.

Now he found himself in your bed, right next to you, and God, you looked beautiful. Who could concentrate on the TV with such a sight beside it? Certainly not Raph. He stared for so long that it didn’t take much time for you to notice.

“Is something wrong, babe?” You asked.

Babe

You’ve never called him that before, not even during fake-flirting. His heart rate pitched inside his plastron. Warmth flushed his cheeks. Damn. He turned quickly, trying to swallow the butterflies in his stomach.

“Nah, just watch the movie,” he mumbled.

“I was, you were the one staring at me,” you noted.

“No I wasn’t”

“Hmm, I positively think you were.”

“Well, what if I was?” he retorted.

You grimaced at the sudden harsh, low-key annoyed tone. Something felt off, and judging by his behavior over the past week, you already knew what it was. Grinning, you asked:

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Raphael turned back to you, his heart beating faster now, a tingling sensation in his hands. Your gaze was flirty, but not as playful this time.

“You know I do,” he said simply.

Damn, this was much easier when he hadn’t realized he had a crush on you.

“I think you’re really good looking too.”

“I know,” Raph smirked, trying his best to play it cool.

You snorted, turning completely towards him. Stretching your hand out, you ran your fingertips over the bracelet.

“This was incredibly thoughtful, you know? I love it. But you know what would be an even greater birthday present?”

“What?” He prompted.

“If you said this was our first date.”

All doubts, nervousness, and his plans of awkwardly confessing were thrown out the window with that single phrase. His smile this time was wide, his gaze radiant with satisfaction and confidence.

"It is," he placed his hand over yours, his hold impossibly tender. "At least to us. The whole crew is convinced we're already dating," he said casually, suddenly unable to stop smiling.

“Yeah, I know. The other day your father asked me some things…”

Raphael gasped, horrified. “What did he ask you?!”

You chortled at the expression he made. Man, this was about to become the best birthday night ever.

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obeyme-and-myfics · 1 year

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Hi!! May I request a continuation of short!MC with the side characters? I love your writing! 💖💖💖

Yes, of course! I took a little break from posting on the internet so that's why it took so long for me to respond. Also thank you! I try to write as well as I can. (●'◡'●) Some side characters are gonna be missing from this cuz I'm not quite comfortable writing for them yet.

I haven't met Raphael, Mephistopheles or Thirteen(I am planning on making their own parts when I do tho!) in anything other than events. So I'd like to apologize in advance because if I remember correctly one of your favs is Mephisto o(TヘTo) (I hope this doesn't sound weird since we've only met briefly on the discord server /gen)

Anyway onto the actual prompt (￣y▽￣)╭

Part 1| Part 2(here)

Prompt: How Obey Me Characters react to a short MC/Y/N

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke(/p)

Headcanon List

CW/TWs: Teasing for your height,

Diavolo

I don't think he'd have much of a reaction seeing as most people/demons are a lot shorter than him

This man is easily 7ft I don't think he gives a fuck, everyone is puny to him

He'd definitely say something by accident, something he doesn't think would bother you

He's a himbo and oblivious to this shit

He'd probably say some shit like

"You're quite small for a human" or something like that

Crouches/Bends down to talk to you sometimes

Only when he really feels like it

I swear he's not trying to be rude

He'll pick you up only if you ask

For any reason too, he adores his small human

He respects you and doesn't want to help you like that unless you want him to

If he sees you struggling to grab something he'll get it for you

Gently reminds you that he can help you and you don't need to struggle with these things while he's there

Worries about other demons taking advantage of your small stature and hurting you

So he checks in on your wellbeing more often than he would if you were taller

If he knows you're around, he's making sure he doesn't accidentally run over you

I'm so sorry! to be fair he's probably gotta do that with bitches 5'7 and below

He'd probably enjoy holding/hugging you too

Like you ask for cuddles this man is cradling you in his arm

Maybe even rocking your ass to sleep

Barbatos

Man has nothing to say about your height

Like he couldn't care less about it and has the foresight to not say shit if you're a little insecure

Not that he would even if you weren't

If he sees you struggling to get something off a higher place, he's helping even if you don't ask/don't want him to

That's just kinda how he is

If you request he stop that he will but you need to communicate your wants and needs

If he sees you getting bullied(/lh) for your height and you look distressed he'll give to culprit a bit of a scolding

Depending on how bad it/Who it was it'll be harsher

Of course he'd like for you to defend yourself at least a little bit

When you do he can't help but smile a little to himself.

He likes to serve the ones he cares for so if any difficulties arise due to your height he'd be happy to attend to them

That is to say its only if you ask/he has the time to

He is still the butler of the future ruler of the Devildom after all

Barbatos also wouldn't treat you any different than how he would treat some one of average height or taller

Solomon

He makes the occasional comment about your height to your face

Giggles about it in private on occasion LIKE A BITCH

It's only occasionally that he does this tho

Overall its not that big of a deal to him

He's been alive long enough that he doesn't really care

Will absolutely help you with things your height hinders you from doing

If you're being bullied about your height he'll give you a chance to defend yourself before jumping to your defense

Will pick you up and carry you sometimes just for shits and giggles

Other times he picks you up and carries you away to hang out or aid him in another one of his magical endeavors.

and now we have Nightbringer /j

He's not doing anything to talk to you on your level Slay, king Solomon. Slay

He thinks its mildly entertaining to watch you struggle to grab something off the top shelf/anything out of your reach

He's a bit more careful with you than he normally would be with others

Has offhandedly suggested making something to make you taller if you'd like it

you gonna whoop his ass or should I?

He enjoys watching you stand up for yourself despite your height

It can be intimidating when people who are much taller than you pick on you and he understands that

or maybe you're not intimidated in the slightest and just wanted to unleash a can of whoop ass on some assholes who've been picking on you Period. Slay honestly.

He understands that too, and enjoys watching it go down

He finds it satisfying

Simeon

Won't comment on it most of the time but he does think its really cute

Only makes a comment when he's asking if you need help getting something higher up than you can reach

and its normally something like

"Oh! MC did you need help? It looks like you can't quite reach that."

A bit more careful with you than he would be normally

Though he's gentle by nature most of the time Sadistic Simeon has me in a chokehold fr fr

He won't get down to your level or do anything to demean you

not intentionally anyway

He doesn't say anything about your height for the most part but he will slip up every once in a while

It's nothing bad he just lets it slip he thinks your height is cute

He encourages you to stand up for yourself but has no problem sticking up for you or stealing you away if you're being bullied too much.

Happy to help with anything your height makes difficult when you ask

Other than that he doesn't treat you any differently due to your height

Luke

He's just happy he's not the only short one here.

If you're shorter than him he doesn't comment on it but he is excited to not be the shortest there.

He would make a few comments about it but you just gotta tell him to stop and he will

He doesn't want to make you upset with him

Sweet baby just wants to bond with you over the others making fun of your heights

Doesn't hesitate to yell at anyone making fun of your height and calling you names because of it

Makes sure you're okay afterwards

He's getting made fun of for this though

The brothers would take to calling him your guard dog

He barely gives you a chance to defend yourself but will back up if you defend yourself before he can

He borderline clings to you like a sloth

Comes to you every time he needs to vent about everyone bullying him for his own height

You're his favorite human now

If he's taller than you, he will do his best to help with things you can't reach.

He's happy to help out his friend

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shelltasticday · 2 years

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You know the typical scene where the Hero has to convice you to stay away from the danger, to take shelter or something? That there's no other option or no more argument about it; and then s/o pull from his plaston (chest) and kiss him on the lips, with an explosion in the background. "You better come back." They say firmly, to not cry. Rise! Turtles reaction? Think that It might be their FIRST KISS❣️

What an interesting request, anon!

For this I pictured Leo already being the leader, probably post-movie (dw, no spoilers included). Maybe whatever is going is not as big or intense, but it might be a tad too close to it happening, and so everyone is uneasy about the safety of loved ones. Also tried to make each kiss different and all, hope you enjoy!

The guys getting a ✨dramatic✨ first kiss before heading back to battle

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉

● It wasn't long after the fight took a turn for the worst that you felt being picked up. And once your brain catches up with that fact, you look up to see Raph is getting you away from the heat of battle in his arms, placing you down in a far enough place so that no enemy would target you. "(y/n), stay here, don't try anything, okay? It's getting more serious than expected and I need ya safe in case that-" You didn't let him finish

● You took advantage since he was leaning down so you'd hear him over the noise, put your hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a harsh kiss. You tried so hard to convey what you felt with it, with how you held onto him with all you had, kind of to convince yourself that you could stop him from going away… but you knew he had to go… he had to, right?

● You parted and looked him in the eye with a stern look, well, with the most stern look you could muster while trembling a bit and fighting back tears, keeping him at your height. Your heart couldn't take something like that again, not again. "You better come back, Raph! Come back safe, okay?"

● Raph on the other hand had the blankest face you've ever seen on him, one could say that you almost could hear the gears inside his head trying to process what just happened. Of everything he had thought could happen, this wasn't one, he didn't even think you could pull him like that ?? His face was red for sure, if his skin wasn't green, it would've matched his bandana…

● "RAPH!" Leo's voice broke the silence between you two, bringing Raphael to his senses. He looked away to where his brothers where fighting, then back at you, and this time, his expression was full of what you recognized as love. In his eyes a look between worry, relief, nervousness, a furrowed brow… and he had a small smile on his lips. It was conflicting, but you could see it, love

● Raph surrounded you once again with his arms, now in a tight hug. "Stay safe, I'll be careful, I promise". He patted your head gently as he heard you choking back a sob… Then he let go. Turning his back to you, he gave you one last big smile over his shoulder, before jumping away to face danger once more

● But now it was different somehow, because his heart wasn't speeding only from the adrenaline, the nervous bubble in his stomach combined with the butterflies… he felt bigger, stronger… like he could smash anything in his path if it means going back home to you. And he would… No, he will

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲

● Battle is getting harsh and Leo stays behind the team to watch the fight from "outside" to help with his strategies. His eyes go from one side to the other, his mind coming up with ideas as fast as it can, that's when his gaze lands on you, not too far from him, trying to search for something to use as a weapon. Leo now looks back to the battle, then to you, the battle again… No, he couldn't have you risking yourself, not this time

● He rushes to be in front of you, swords ready. "Got this big pipe, it's gotta be of use, right?" you smiled at him, lifting your findings for him to see. "Let's go with the re- Leo?" you stop after meeting his eyes, he had a serious look on him, only then did you notice he stood right where he did to block your way

● "Leo, what-" you started to say but a swing of the sword froze you in place, and a portal opened behind you. "Sorry, (y/n), it's too dangerous for you" Leonardo finally spoke, and if he said something like that… you guess you can't argue much. You look back to the light blue light that will probably take you home or to the lair, you sigh and put the pipe down. However, when you rise, you keep looking down and ball your hands into fists, which worried the turtle "(y/n)?"

● You snapped your head back up, and with a swift movement, grabbed him by the chest and pulled him in for a kiss. You closed your eyes, so you couldn't see his reaction, but you heard the swords dropping to the floor, and felt hands ghosting above your back, as if unsure to hold you or not. When you part, you look at him with furrowed brows. "You better come back! Don't do something stupid, you hear me?"

● Leo tried following your lips but was stopped by your demand. If he's honest, he was feeling nervous about the fight, but his hands shake a bit for a different reason now, he stares at you, speechless for once in his life. What is he supposed to say in a moment like that? He chooses to not reply with words, rather… this time he is the one that pulls you for another one

● His goofy grin grows when he sees you being speechless, though he knows it won't last long so he rushes to say "When I get back, you owe me another!" and with that, he pushes you through the portal, closing it in a flash before anything else could happen. He stood still a second more, feeling the giddiness the kiss brought him, drinking it for a bit just before charging to battle

● He feels a bit more confident now, he has better spirits, victory is the only option if he wants to get his "reward", right? No way he's going to stop at just one though… He dashes through enemies, chiming in with a "Okay, I have something very important to get to, so let's make this quick, shall we?"

▌▌Donatello ▌▌

● You didn't even see him coming, it all happened very quickly. You got a baddie off your back in one hit but suddenly saw yourself surrounded, a circle closing in on you. Thats when Donatello dived in with his flying battle shell to scoop you up. After a few moments, however, you noticed that instead of dropping you back into battle like he sometimes does, you're being taken farer and farer away

● Once far enough, he got you both to land safely, though, before you could ask what was up, Donatello turned around and pressed something on his arm and talked into it. "Shelldon, I need you to come and take (y/n) to the lair, quickly!", you think you heard the robot responding but it was cut short with a beep that ended communication

● He spoke again, this time to you. "I need you to stay here and get back with Shelldon. Everything at the lair is ready for security, in case that-"… he couldn't get himself to say more. "Donnie?". He was moving away but you followed his steps. He wasn't speaking much, but the tone he used and the way you could see the tension in his body, you could guess he was remembering the Kraang incident.

● "Okay, I'll go" you said in a softer voice, and you saw how his shoulders dropped for a moment. You wanted to do something, it's such bad timing for it but you too didn't want to take risks you'd regret… You got closer, standing by his side, looking at the fight down and far below. A glint of purple in the sky got your atenttion and you knew right there that you didn't have much time

● You turned to look at him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Donnie, can you look at me one second?" you asked, feeling your heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. When he complied, you used the hand on his shoulder to pull him closer, you hesitated a bit, just enough to catch his surprised eyes staring at you before you finished what you started and landed a gentle kiss on his lips

● It was quick, although you almost felt like time stopped for that moment alone. When you parted, Donatello had such a confused look that it made you giggle. "Please come back safe" you said, now you being the one walking away, since Shelldon had arrived a few seconds before and you made your way to him. "See you at the lair!" was the last thing Donatello heard before you were whisked away

● If anybody else had been there, they would've seen how Donnie was babbling, not getting past "I- uh- uh-", finally putting a hand to his lips, did he just- no, did you just-? A moment of pause… And then, a giddy explosion, Donatello would absolutely give himself a moment to celebrate he got his first kiss, he "rides the feeling" as he says. A moment later he charges right back into battle, with new determination and something to rub in his brother's faces tell his dearest brothers once they're done with it all

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤

● Things were getting out of control, it was too much for you to handle you assessed. You mentally prepared for a hard battle when an enemy jumped at you, bracing yourself for impact you prepared what you had in your hands to strike back but, a glowing chain got to the baddie before you did

● "(y/n), you okay?" the youngest turtle asked, landing next to you and checking quickly if you had any injuries. You nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mikey! For a second I thought I was done for" you joked lightly but perhaps it wasn't a good moment for that you noticed, because his expression changed quickly to a sad and worried one

● "I'm sorry, I was joking…" but it fell on deaf ears, Mikey had already worked his chains to wrap somewhere high and you thought he'd leave you there. But no. He quickly took you by the waist, and you two went swinging fast from one point to another, until the noise of the fight was distant, only then did he let go of you

● "Listen, (y/n), you gotta stay away, okay? It's not safe for you" he spoke with his hands, moving his arms up and down indicating you to stay put. "Do I have a say in this?" you asked, crossing your arms, you could help even if just a bit… right? "Not at all, nuh-uh" he concluded shaking his head and mimicking your body language. "I've seen unsafe and trust me it is"

● You sigh. Okay, you can stay back and away, but that won't get rid of your nerves, of your worries. At least if you were there you could keep an eye on him and know he was okay, but now you wouldn't know, you wouldn't be sure until it was over, truly over… "Mikey, I need to give you something before you go" you said, getting his full atenttion. What could it be?

● You got closer, quickly slapped your hands on his face, squishing his cheeks a bit, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a bit quick and probably not the best, but hey, you did what you could with the little to no experience you had. You parted to see Mikey's eyes were wide open, you kept him close and said "You better come back safe, Michelangelo!" You let go of him and a wide grin spread on his lips, full of giggles as he rubbed the back of his neck. Oh wow, that was- that was… great!

● He hugged you happily, allowing you two to forget the situation at hand for a second. Then, he nodded to reassure you. He got ready to jump away… oh wait, just one more thing. "Can I have another one to go?" he asks. You roll your eyes but comply, giving him a quick peck and earning a new burst of giggles. "Thanks, see ya soon, (y/n)!" and off he went swinging back to fight with all he got. As you watch him go, you swore you heard a loud and cheerful "WOOHOOO!"

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fluffytriceratops · 1 year

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𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔]

Notes: the gif makes me think of the "i got it" moment between Mike and Leo. You'll understand when you read it. My writing is rusty and this is unedited because I'm lazy, so it might be shit. :D Possibly part one? I might write a part two- idk yet. I was in the mood for angst and this has been sitting in my drafts for literally ages so I figured I'd finish it up and post it since it's also been ages since I've posted a TMNT imagine! ALSO- REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN! If you would like to submit a request, please do so via asks, and please read my rules on my blog before hand, thank you! <33

Warnings: mature language, ANGST, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol, mental/emotional abuse, mentions of depression, brief mentions of self harm, etc.

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Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day/night! Stay safe and make sure to take care of yourselves! I'm sending all the virtual hugs to you~! <3

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Her gaze was locked onto the screen of her phone. She had opened her camera app to double check her appearance before going in, but what she saw caught her off guard. The large purple bags under her eyes, the paleness of her skin. All the weight she had lost was visible in her face alone, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it under baggy clothes. She didn't need anyone worrying about her. She could take care of herself... Y/n knew she hadn't been sleeping well. Not at all, actually. The only time she got the chance to get some rest was when she passed out from sheer exhaustion. Was it unhealthy? Oh absolutely. But she couldn't help herself. It didn't help that she worked two jobs. Ever since her father got fired, she was the one who had to keep everyone afloat. It was driving her mad.

Taking in a shaky breath, she shoved her phone back into her sweater's pocket and began to walk the rest of the way to the lair. It wasn't far. It didn't take long at all for her to get there. Once she stepped inside, she was greeted by the smell of pizza. Her stomach turned and she felt nauseous immediately. Y/n hadn't told anyone that she had gone on a diet. Not yet, anyway. Nor did she tell them she had stopped eating much at all. She was fine, they didn't need to know.

Y/n tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, she took in another shaky breath before walking up to where they were. Their voices were loud and expressive. Raphael let out a bark of laughter, slapping Mikey on the shell in amusement. Leo was busy talking with April, and Casey was stuck chatting with Vern. It was Donatello who had noticed her first. "Hey, Y/n! We were starting to think you wouldn't make it!" He greeted with a cheerful smile.

She tried not to flinch under their sudden gazes. Pulling her lip between her teeth anxiously. God, she felt like vomiting. She needed to leave. "Yeah! You're late dude! What took you so long!?" Michelangelo whined, walking over and moving to sling an arm across her shoulders. She ducked under him before he got the chance.

"N-Nothing, really. Just took my time." Y/n shrugged, shuffling over towards the rest of them hurriedly. She had been dodging their embraces recently, and they were starting to notice. Mikey pursed his lips in a pout, missing the skeptic look on his brother's faces. They had all been brushing off her behavior, but this had been going on for what felt like forever. She was starting to look worse each time they saw her. There was one turtle who knew more than the other's. One who had suspected something was off a lot sooner than everyone else. Leonardo watched Y/n closely. Blue eyes practically glued to her.

"What kind of pizza would you like? We got meat lovers, cheese, veggie-" she cut Donnie off. "None, thanks. I'm uh, dieting." She shrugged, rocking on the balls of her feet nervously. Y/n could feel his eyes boring into her. Her heart rate increased rapidly. Pounding against her rib cage in a desperate plea to flea. Don looked at the other's briefly before turning his gaze back to the female. He nodded slowly, "Okay. Um, would you like something else?" Y/n's hands tightened in her pockets, curling into fists. She simply shook her head. "No thanks.. Not hungry.."

The room grew oddly silent for a few beats. Vern coughed obnoxiously into his elbow just to clear the silence. Leo had yet to look away from Y/n. It made her feel more nervous than anything else. Why was he starring at her? Couldn't he look somewhere else? Just when she was about to say or do something she'd definitely regret, Casey had spoken up. "So, uh, Y/n- I saw your dad today." Her head snapped towards him in a matter of seconds. It was a wonder how she didn't get whiplash. "You did? Where?"

She sounded nervous, and the other's picked up on it immediately. Raph and Donnie caught each other's gaze before the red clad turtle looked towards their leader. Leo was silent and observing. He stood still with his arms folded over his chest. Lips pressed into a flat line and brow ridge lightly furrowed. Raphael watched his brother closely, but his attention was moved else where as the conversation continued.

Casey, who was glad to get away from Vern, stepped forwards. Snatching himself up another slice of pizza. "Convenience store, on West Street. I was grabbing the drinks for today and bumped into him. His hand was all bandaged up, apparently he went to the ER today." He said before taking a merry bite out of the delightful pie. Y/n's gaze darkened.

Stop talking. Shut up. Don't say another word. Please. She all but begged, starring at him numbly. She knew this already. She was the one who dropped him off at the hospital. If it were possible, Y/n felt sicker than before. Her hands began to shake, she was just glad they were hidden in the pockets of her hoodie. She bit her tongue to stop from bolting. Everyone else was quiet, listening to Casey's story. Looking between the both of them as he spoke. She wanted to cry. "I know." She said, barley managing to get the words out.

Casey didn't seem to catch on. Or if he did, he continued to speak about it anyway. "So you know he put his hand through a window?" He was looking at her intensely, hell everyone was. Especially Leo. His gaze felt like fire, burning holes into her skull. She wanted to combust into flames. Right then and there.

"Yeah. Anything else." Y/n's tone grew bitter, and she couldn't help but glare at him. Hoping, praying, that he would just drop it and leave her alone. Casey ignored her. "Well, I know it's your mom's birthday. And I know it's been hard for the both of you. So y'know, we just wanted to check in." He gestured towards all of them, and she barley managed to peek towards them. Had they been talking about her?

"Casey-" April warned, shaking her head subtly at him. Either he didn't see it, or he ignored her as well. "And he was very charming. But he seemed kind of sad. I'd hate to see it happen again, so maybe you should keep a better eye on him." Was he serious? He couldn't be fucking serious, right? Y/n felt like she had swallowed cotton balls. Her nails punctured her skin and she igno red the light stinging. She was staring at a random crumb on the table. Gazing at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Completely and utterly silent.

Leo's arms unfolded and he took a step towards her, but she quickly turned her gaze back to Casey. "Everyday is my mother's birthday.." She started, gaze icy, voice venomous. Leo stopped in his tracks, everyone was looking at her, but she focused on Casey solely. "My mother was born in December. He lied. He's a liar." Tears glazed at the corners of her eyes but she's refused to let them fall. Voice rising in anger.

"And I'm glad- really, I'm glad that you found him charming. I'm sure he was delightful. He's a blast after five drinks. Not so much after nine though, he get's a little weepy and mean." Mikey's eyes widened and he looked towards his older brother's worriedly. She hadn't uttered a word of this before, it was the first time anyone was hearing it. Leo's jaw clenched but she hadn't noticed it. Too busy focusing all her pent up anger on Casey. "He's a drunk. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How he wished he could have a son like you. And how sad he is because he doesn't get to spend more time with me." She hadn't meant to cry, but the tears had started to slip down her pale cheeks. Y/n wiped at them angrily.

Casey stood there in shock, taking in her angry words carefully. He didn't dare say anything, all he did was look at her and take it. "Yesterday he said that I was his favorite daughter. The day before, I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before- he wrote me a check fortwenty thousand dollarsbecause he said I deserved everything life had to offer. Because he was so proud of me. A lifetimes worth of proud..." her voice cracked and her bottom lip trembled. Y/n looked down, forcing her hair to partially hide her face. She tried to collect herself as she wiped at her tears with her sleeve. "You can't listen to a word that man says. Everything that comes out of his mouth is about as many bottles as he can stomach before he either vomits it up or passes out."

"But thank you for telling me to keep a better eye on him." Y/n shook her head and turned on her heal. Storming out of the room and out of the lair altogether. She was tired of all this bullshit.

"Y/n! Wait!" Mikey moved to go after her but Leo clamped a hand down onto his shoulder. "I got it..." He muttered, casting an annoyed glance at Casey from over his shoulder before he chased after the h/c female.

"Well that was a train wreck." Vern muttered, wincing at the glare Casey shot in his direction. "How was I supposed to know." He hissed. "It's not like Y/n's a very open person."

"We all knew something was up, I'm sure Casey just wanted to make sure she was okay." April said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Case smiled at her briefly in thanks.

"I wish she would have said something..." Donnie whispered, twiddling his 'thumbs' nervously. "Maybe we could have helped her somehow."

"Y/n's stubborn. She doesn't wanna rely on anyone else. She doesn't wanna be a burden." Raph grumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "Still. I wish she would lean on us a little more. I'd like ta give her father a piece of my mind." He huffed.

Michelangelo's lips pulled into a frown. "You.. You don't think he hits her, do you?" The room fell silent, and everyone turned their gazes towards the area she had left.

"Leo'll make sure she's okay." Don spoke quietly, hands clenching each other desperately.

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She knew he was following her. But he didn't approach. Not in the sewers, and not outside of them, either. He was waiting for the right time. Giving her a chance to cool off. If anything, the fact that Leo had come after her only pissed Y/n off more. She didn't want to get a lecture from him. She didn't want to rant. She wanted to lay in bed and cry. And she wanted to do it alone.

Y/n managed to hold herself together pretty well. She only let a few tears and sniffles slip out on her way back home. She lived in a sketchy part of the city in a small and dinky apartment. It was her, her two sisters Lucy and Amelia, and their father. Her mother had died a few years back. Her father was never the same after that. He ended up losing the job he had since before he met his wife. He couldn't keep a job afterwards, either. And he started drinking. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Any little bit of money he made went straight into alcohol. Lucy was the youngest, she had yet to start high school. Amelia was the oldest. She spent most of her time at her home with her fiance and their newborn son. She couldn't stand to even look at their father. She refused to see him. They always fought, too. Amelia wanted to take Y/n and Lucy with her, but Lucy was in custody of their father. And Y/n refused to leave him to rot.

Y/n's keys jingled as she pulled them from her pocket and jammed them into the deadbolt on the door of her apartment. She knew Leo would already be inside when she entered. And if not, then he was waiting on her fire escape.

The door slammed shut behind her, she kicked her shoes off by the door and walked further inside. There was no sight of her father, so he must be out. Most likely at the bar down the street. It was within walking distance and it was the weekend. There was no way he wouldn't be there. Lucy was sleeping over at Amelia's for the weekend, which meant she was home alone.

The thought would have been extremely comforting had Leonardo not been lurking around the corner.

She passed through the kitchen and walked down the hallway that lead to the bedrooms. Amelia's old room was first, it was completely empty now. Y/n shared a room with Lucy. She was supposed to move into Amelia's room after Amelia moved out, but Lucy didn't feel safe alone. And it wasn't just her father making her feel that way. Y/n was comforting to her. Knowing she was sleeping in the same room kept her calm. Their father's room was the last one. The door was always closed. No one was ever allowed in. He slept on the couch more than his own bed.

The second Y/n pushed her bedroom door open she saw Leonardo standing at the foot of her bed. Patiently waiting for her.

Y/n's gaze hardened, but she said nothing. She kicked the door shut behind her and walked past him to her desk. She needed to do something. Anything. She just needed to keep busy. So she started to organize her college assingments.

Leo remained quiet, simply watching her. After a few minutes of Y/n shuffling papers and slamming drawers he opened his mouth. "Y/n."

"Don't." She snapped, tensing at the sound of his voice.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say..." He breathed, blue; blue eyes glued to her. Scared that if he looked away she would crack and break into a million pieces.

"I don't want you to say anything." She mumbled, voice strained. Her movements had seized. She simply stood there, back facing him. Honestly she was afraid that if she turned and caught sight of his ocean colored eyes, she'd burst.

The room grew quiet again. Y/n knew he was looking at her. She could feel his intense gaze plastered to her back. Studying every small movement she made. The light tremble of her hands. The slight shaking of her shoulders. The wobbling of her knees. Y/n tried to hold herself together. Keep the tears at bay. It was a fools wish.

She could feel his presence. Feel him walking closer. Till he was just a few meesly inches away from her. Leo was so close she knew if she took the tiniest of steps backward his chest would connect with her back. His hand grazed her arm and she broke the silence with a sharp inhale.

And she crumbled.

Tears blurred her vision as she gasped out a shuddering sob. A sob that shook her entire body. One that stole the breath from her lungs and broke her heart into millions of microscopic pieces. She collapsed against him and he held her tightly against his plastron. Strong arms hooking around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

Leonardo said nothing as she cried. It wasn't the first time she cried in his arms. And it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

Nothing was said or done. Neither of them moved. He just held her tight as she let out everything she had been holding in. By the time her cries had quieted, and tears dried on her skin. The sun had started to set. Basking the room in its warm fading glow through the window. Painting the two of them in a lovely array of yellows, oranges, and pinks.

Leo slowly turned Y/n around. Even when she was crying, she was utterly beautiful. Achingly so. He placed his hand under her chin and slowly tilted her red face upwards. Her e/c dewy eyes met his own. There was no longer a wall between them. He had managed to break it down in a matter of seconds. And now, all her pain was visible to him in her eyes.

There was a reason they say eyes are the windows to the soul.

Leo had built his own wall. One he kept up at all times. Around everyone. Everyone except her.

No words needed to be expressed between either of them. They already knew exactly how the other was feeling. With one simple glance. That's all it took. All it ever took.

Leonardo leaned down instinctevly, slowly and cautiously. Waiting and watching to see if she would pull away. Y/n never did. Instead, she slowly and hesitantly moved closer. That's when their lips connected.

A soft and deseperate kiss was shared. He held her face delicately, as if she would crumble into dust in his arms. Y/n clutched at him desperately, afraid he'd see how truly broken and damaged she was and pull away. Leo wasn't going anywhere. Something he told her with his lips as he peppered her skin with kisses. And when he reached her mouth again, he kissed her hard. He poured his soul into her. She drank him up.

As they parted for air. Y/n gasping for a whole other reason. He grabbed her hand and pressed a few more tender kisses to her knuckles. Eyes locked. Chests heaving. Hearts pounding.

Their souls danced the same.

"You don't have to hide around me. There's no need to barricade your feelings anymore." Leo whispered, brushing his thumb against the back of her hand. "You can show me the darkest and scariest parts of yourself. I'm not going anywhere."

A few more tears slid down her tender red cheeks. They caught the light of the sun and shone like tiny falling stars. He brushed them away with his lips.

"Even if I'm destined to crumble into nothing?" Y/n breathed, placing her hand on his chest. Fingertips tracing the markings engraved into his plastron from years of battle and training.

"Even if you're destined to crumble into nothing." Leo whispered, pressing a loving kiss to each rosey cheek. "I'll always be here. Right here. In your arms, where I belong."

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alexxncl · 11 months

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obey me and code switching/aave

my mc is black and so am i

slight tw for mephisto's part, mentions of violence between parent and child

also lesson 76 spoilers for simeon later in the post

masterlist

having thoughts about the black characters in obey me bc i love me some simeon, mams, and dia...raph and mephisto are growing on me

so y'all know how mammon is the only black character to actively use aave in the game? i think simeon and raph had it trained out of them, while dia just never used it to begin with bc of how he was raised

mammon was always getting into trouble with michael right? he'd always be up to something, doing shit that he didn't have any business doing, and he didn't act like a typical angel would. part of that also was the way he spoke. michael always reprimanded him for talking in a "less formal, more improper" way, and the punishments only got worse when he started getting himself into trouble. michael had almost made it so mammon stopped talking in a way that was comfortable for him, but he was entrusted to lucifer before he got the chance to

lucifer, obviously, caught on to the way he'd force himself to sit up straighter, to speak "properly" when in front of higher-ranking angels, and he saw how uncomfortable and insecure it made him to have to change the way he talked to cater to everyone else's comfortability. luci encouraged him to speak in whatever way was comfortable, disregarding everything everyone else had to say, telling him to be proud of something that made him unique

with raphael and simeon, raphael was the easiest to, for lack of better phrasing, beat the black out of. he didn't ask questions and was ready to do whatever was asked of him, not caring if it meant being inauthentic. the inauthenticity stuck, though, and he's no longer used to the dialect that was like second nature to him

simeon...simeon almost always had questions. why couldn't they do what was comfortable? what about their differences made them less worthy? less proper? due to his ranking, he couldn't be punished in the same ways mammon was for having the same grievances. simeon eventually learned that fighting back was of no use, training himself how to speak in a way that was more...acceptable to the angels that didn't look like him. he spoke comfortably in private with mammon and encouraged him in the same way lucifer did, but nobody else understood how dehumanizing it was to be told that something that came naturally to you was wrong

diavolo and mephistopheles grew up together, two sides of the same coin. mephisto came from old money, dia came from royalty. mephisto wasn't nearly as sheltered as diavolo was, having interacted with more demons that looked like him from a young age when his family decided they'd take a trip into town. he was always confused to find that they spoke differently than them. he tried to mimic them when he got home and got slapped by his father, saying that nobody of their stature should speak in such a manner, and he never tried it again

diavolo...yeah, he was beyond sheltered. little to no interaction with anyone outside of royalty or friends of the crown, and he copied the way they spoke, knowing that he had no choice but to make himself presentable to his family, his friends, and his future subjects

after the fall, simeon didn't have anyone he'd be able to speak comfortably with, and he kind of...lost the desire to speak that way. raphael was too stuck up, luke was...luke, and he wasn't nearly as close to any of the other angels as he'd been to lucifer and his brothers

diavolo hadn't actively interacted with someone who spoke in ebonics until he met mammon. he thought it was interesting! mammon thought his ignorance was a little irritating to begin with, but he couldn't blame him for having a sheltered childhood. he'd be curious, too, if he was in the prince's shoes

by the time mc's arrival to the devildom rolled around, diavolo was able to interact more freely with the other black demons. he couldn't exactly relate to them and all of their experiences, but he recognized that and acknowledged that he came from a position of extreme privilege

mc was loud and proud with their identity. but they could code switch when they needed to. early on, they only felt comfortable using aave around mammon, but he helped ease their anxiety pretty quickly. the brothers noticed the shift, but they didn't care. mc was still mc, regardless of how they talked

when they met mephisto and raphael, they nipped their off-handed and disrespectful comments about their accents in the bud as soon as they said something. diavolo thought their accent was cool, and encouraged them to to speak comfortably with him. regardless of his status, he was still their friend

simeon also only felt comfortable to stop code switching around mammon and mammon only, but even then, it was awkward to do so since he hadn't in so long. it felt good to be comfortable again

he eventually ended up feeling comfortable around mc, and the first time they heard him say something, code switching out the window, they genuinely, genuinely did a double take. asked him to repeat it. say it again real quick. c'mon, one more time? lemme get it on video... mammon was clutching his stomach from laughing so hard at the way they reacted, but also happy to see the two of them getting comfortable around each other

mammon and mc definitely have videos of diavolo saying shit and it all sounds horrendously wrong. lucifer and barbatos have to threated him not to post or sell the videos on numerous occasions, but it's so tempting and it's so funny

simeon found it funny, raphael didn't care, and mephisto almost blew his lid because they were tainting the image of the future king of the devildom-

they walked away in the middle of his rant. he's no fun. but at least they had each other, right?

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ewesless · 4 months

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I have the flu. I Crave Death (Thirteen) So it is time to post my fav Thirteen cards!

Double Hide and Seek

The outfit I would sell a kidney to see again 😫 She may be a punk rocker, but she wears Goth so beautifully! The thigh high lace ups fuel my fire and nourish my soul. This artist without compare draws the most beautiful Thirteen 🤌

Diavolo's Diner Dash

THE BOOB WINDOW!! I did not have optimism about fanservice even though Thirteen was specifically included to appeal to the audience who want to date women! She is the most flirtatious and only newbie who actually like likes MC and wants to spend time with us. NB fed us well and you can view any of her interactions as platonic, but in my opinion they are unambiguously her asking us out on dates and even though she's a harsh woman, a bit of a drama queen with a short fuse she is kind, protective and cares about supporting us. Characters who are mean or "mean" to everyone except one special person are my thing. She also equipped us with an item that could oneshot Lucifer. Why else would the guys get huffy and jealous if they didn't feel like she was a threat? 😂 I'm disappointed we couldn't return to the scene at a proper time and promise her our soul the way that MC can make promises with other characters. :/

Matching Costumes

MY FAVE OF FAVS!! The cutest of all! I pretend the men don't exist and that she is holding her skirt up and flashing her thighs like a showgirl. You literally cannot stop me.

Western Showdown (Not my pic, I don't have the access to my side account anymore 😭😭😭)

THE CORSET. THE CORSET. The worst plotline with Thirteen. MC behaves jealously and Thirteen serves as an "antagonist/rival." WHY. WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HAVE FUN WITH HER NOT BE PETTY AND JEALOUS. I can't think of any other card where MC could be 💩y to a character and behave possessively over their preferred partner. I like him, but I would have thrown Diavolo under the bus so fast if it meant I could choose Thirteen. The cute artwork and Yeehaw!Thirteen save it for me though hehehe.

Thirteen Thoughts

I think they messed up the opportunity to give Thirteen a navel ring. She has her midriff exposed and with her style, piercings and tattoos it makes NO SENSE for her not to have a belly button ring. I headcanon she does and has other body piercings.

I hope we get Candy next season. I have so many unanswered questions about Thirteen and her sister. It feels like they just scratched Lilith off the list, but I thank them with all my heart for fleshing her out more and giving her a non-passive personality. That she wasn't just attached to a brother the whole time or her human lover and that she had a bold, outspoken personality which is what I treasure about Thirteen too. Thirteen is allowed to be dumb, make mistakes, be rowdy and rude just like the male characters are which I ALSO treasure! I believe that too often women are othered as "too good to do any of that so let's leave them out of the fun". Thirteen and Mammon and Thirteen and Barbatos have some of my favorite interactions, she is far from boring and that she includes us and thinks highly of us despite being such a standoffish loner who prefers solitude...man she is TSUNDERE.

Her history and the Reaper Realm are overdue especially since she's not just an active member of the cast, but one who seeks MC out. She crosses paths with us way too often and "coincidentally" to be anything but intentional since Reaper Realm is described as far from the Devildom. A rant about Michael and Raphael is for another day though. 😒

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me thirteen #obey me 13

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luniidae · 3 months

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~ A Fire Within ~

Chapitre VI

TW: Violence, blood (well, I guess it was obvious with this illustration)

Note: Well, it is 3:00am here, I'm so tired but I could not wait to post this new chapter 😂

Anyway, it is possible to feel like the events come and go pretty quickly and I'm sorry for that.

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The next one would come quick... And the morbid masquerade would start again. The same room, the same tools, the same pain, the same tormentor....

"Listen here, pipsqueak, the sooner you let me do, the sooner I'll be done with you", the minion growled while they were trying to hold the girl in place. But this pliers... This damn pliers made her suffer so much. A simple touch on her horns was enough to make her wince, as they got very sensitive over the time.

Luvia was full of apprehension... She had thought about this moment for weeks, but now, she felt overcome by a wave of doubts and fear. She wanted to get rid of the Lackey, but.... What would come next ?

She had imagined so many scenarios, however, she would have never thought about what would happen.

"There’s no point making so much fuss about it,” they added in a condescending and reproachful tone as the tool gripped the horn. That was so painful.

But Luvia had enough, she had endured this for 7 years already. She was ready to fight back, but a loud noise suddenly echoed within the House, and the agitation seemed to take over the corridors. The two of them stayed still to listen to what was going on, but the young girl didn't waste her time on this detail. That was it, that was her moment, the Lackey was no longer paying attention to her.

She tried to escape but they firmly maintained her, tightening the pliers as hard as they could, which made her scream.

The Lackey expected her to "calm" her down for good, but it made things worse.

Indeed, Luvia started to struggle violently, externalizing all of her rage, and she managed to break free from their grip. She didn't notice that her horn just got ripped off in the process, making her blood dropped all over her face. In the heat of the moment, she also disfigured the Lackey with her last horn, making them step back for good. And while they were screaming in pain, holding their face in their hands, the young girl rushed to the door.

Once she was outside, and despite her blurry vision, Luvia could notice the chaos in the corridors. The House of Hope was in fire and several of the debtors turned into infernal creatures and were running about, looking for something... Or someone. But there was no time to think about it now. Disoriented by the pain and the blood in her eyes, Luvia started to run away without knowing where to go. Her heart was beating wildly in her ears.

Her run was stopped when she collided with something which caused her to fall backwards. She blinked several times to try to see what was standing in front of her, and once she adjusted her vision, she recognized Raphael.

Luvia couldn't describe the expression on his face, but what was certain was that his eyes were filled with only one thing: fury.

"What the....", he started.

He firmly caught the young girl's arm to put her on her feet. It was almost scary to see how it had been easy for him to lift her off the ground like a doll.

"Can you tell me what is going on ?", he asked angrily.

But Luvia couldn't answer... She didn't know, unless he was talking about her appearance. At the very same moment, Korilla arrived and froze when she saw the Dracanist's bloody face.

"Take her somewhere safe", Raphael said to the dwarf.

Korilla made appears a portal and took Luvia with her through it. They were now in a place that the young girl never seen. The decorations were slightly different from the House of Hope's, but at least, there were no flames or cries...

"You're safe here", Korilla said, "This place had been created especially for this kind of "occasion".... But to be honest, I wouldn't have thought we would need it someday".

Luvia stared at the paintings, the furnitures, the carpets... Everything was well decorated as always... But her contemplation were interrupted by a searing pain in her head. She fell on her knees while she was holding her face.

"We need to take care of this", she looked for something in her bag, "Drink this, it will reduce the pain", she said while she was handing a purple potion. Luvia drank the content of the bottle so fast that she almost choked herself.

Once the pain was less intense, Korilla helped Luvia to stand up.

"Take a seat", she said, showing her a chair nearby. Once in place, she examined the girl's head. An entire piece of horn had been ripped off, and it remained almost nothing from the base. Some pieces of skin were missing at some places too. It wasn't surprising for her to suffer so much, she thought.

The woman prepared everything she needed to take care of the injury.

"Tell me, how this happened ?", the dwarf asked while she was cleaning Luvia's wound.

The young girl hesitated... She knew that she did something "wrong", but at the same time, it wasn't wrong to her. And she couldn't handle it any longer anyway.

"I tried to run away...", she finally answered.

"Hm.... ? From the House ?"

"No no", she added quickly, "I just wanted them to stop hurting me".

Korilla said nothing, but she felt a bit sad for her. She remembered the time she found her in Neverwinter. She was so tiny, so fragile... Sitting on a rooftop in the darkness. It had been 8 years already that Luvia had joined the House of Hope. Now she was a pretty young girl...

After a few minutes, her wound was cleaned and cared for, and she had no longer any trace of blood on her face.

"Thank you, Korilla...", she said shyly.

The dwarf kissed her forehead.

"Be careful... Now, it is time for you to rest. You won't be back home before tomorrow"

"You're not staying with me ?", Luvia asked, a bit nervous.

"I need to help Raphael to bring back some order in this mess... I'll be back soon, I promise. Now rest"

Luvia headed to a bed nearby while Korilla was creating a new portal leading to the House of Hope. The young girl wasn't very pleased to be all by herself, but it was nothing but a matter of time, she thought...

The next day....

"It's time to go", Korilla said, and Luvia quickly followed her through a new portal to their home. She couldn't wait to see Raphael, to know if he was alright, if everything was alright. She still was wondering what happened the day before... Anyways, the House of Hope seemed to be back to normal, majestic and radiant, as always.

Luvia's head was still a bit painful, and even if that was tempting, she avoided to touch it. Also, everything seemed oddly calm ... It was almost disturbing. As the two women were going through the corridors, Korilla stopped a moment and faced Luvia.

"First things first... Raphael may be still in a terrible mood. So keep a low profil, got it ?"

She almost looked worried... Luvia nodded. And speak of the devil.... She could suddenly hear heavy footsteps from the distance... She knew them well, but they weren't usually toward her. Except this time.

And in fact, Raphael had not recovered from the tumult of the day before, and he was still just as furious. And for good reason: Enver had fled, and his action had brought chaos into HIS home, which was something he particularly hated.

However, Luvia didn't understand why he seemed so angry at her.

"Can you tell me what happened to your Lackey...", he asked.

"... Nothing special"

But the cambion frowned even harder and suddenly slapped her. A slap. Not a greeting, not a kind word.... A slap. That was apparently all she'd get for now.

Luvia stepped back under the chock of the gesture and held her left painful cheek. Korilla's eyes widened and she seemed about to say something, but Raphael signaled her to be quiet and leave them alone. And so she did without insisting.

The dwarf opened another portal and looked back at Luvia before leaving, a concerned look on her face.

Luvia and Raphael were now all by themselves, and the young girl, vexed, stared at Raphael straight in the eyes.

"Don't you dare disrespect me with such a look, young lady. I found your Lackey and their mutilated face...I usually appreciate the artistic expressions. This missing eye was a good choice of yours. But it is NOT how things were supposed to be going. So I ask you again and it will be the last time: What.Happened.Yesterday ?"

Luvia could feel the anger growing within her. How could he be so insensitive ?

"They were hurting me", she answered, trying to containt her feelings.

"That is not an excuse, little mouse"

"This is not an excuse indeed, I'm tired of this ! I'm tired of enduring such a treatment for gods know why. I don't want to do this anymore... Nevermore. You told me I was helping people this way, but you know what ? I don't care anymore !."

Her voice trembled in a mix of displeasure and despair.

Raphael seemed still furious. He hated to remember the state he found his House of Hope, but it seemed that he hated even more to see her "daughter" fight back.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you think you had the choice ? You should sincerely consider to stay obedient, for your own sake. You're far more useful and less annoying when you're not complaining about nothing."

"I'M NOT YOURS TO USE !", she screamed as Raphael's eyes widened...

With a glint of fury...

To Be Continued...

Bonus: Full version

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fantasy #video games #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #bg3 raphael #bg3 fanart #bg3 oc #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 house of hope

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exhaustedwriterartist · 3 months

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Disaster Twins Separated AU (now called Our Other Halves)

Gasp! I have done it. I have put enough of my sanity into the concept to feel confident in posting this (it has only been a little over a week and this has already started to have a hold on the creative part of my brain). I am sure someone else has thought of something similar, but this is my take on this kind of au.

Here is some beginning stage concept art for Leo and Donnie:

Main design.

Other important designs.

So there are some modified features, and yes I know, Leo does indeed have eyebrows, the horror, I know. But when I had the idea to do that I couldn't stop laughing to myself. (aaannddd possibly some other things with Leo's design [and something with Donnie's], but that's spoilers).

There may be somethings I further modify, but that'll be later.

I'll work on Raph, Mikey, and April's designs later this month. (I'm a little too busy to work on any other projects atm).

So here are the key features of this separated au under the cut (because this is kind of long):

These ideas are not in order whatsoever. This is just how my brain spouted these out. Also please keep in mind that I just came up with this, and some things may change in little or drastic ways later on. (Some of these things are a little outdated now)

Donatello and Leonardo were the only turtles who were able to be saved by Master Splinter when Draxum's lab exploded.

Poor Splinter, he is so stressed and depressed.

Raphael and Michelangelo were raised by Big Mama. They are both raised to be fighters in the Battle Nexus and to be their Mama's "little gentleman." The relationship between them and Big Mama is... iffy. More on this later.

I think that Leo and Donatello are definitely closer in this au and would have been more attached to April. So not only is there disaster twins but a disaster trio.

Donatello is the oldest twin in this au and also the most protective and defensive sibling, especially when Raph and Mikey come into the picture.

This doesn't mean Leo is not as protective or as caring of Don. He cares a lot about his twin brother, and will defend his brother and his honor to the death, but when [REDACTED] occurred, Don became extremely protective of Leo. Leo does not mind this, as [REDACTED] left a huge impact on him (as it did for Don as well, but he does his best to hide that [Leo knows though]).

While they are caring and everything, they are also twin brothers who love to mess with each other and compete with one another.

Leo is still the face guy and the family medic, but because it was just him and Don, he took more of an interest in his brother's science projects. He has more understanding of different science concepts than Rise! Leo, but it is still nowhere near Donatello's level of understanding. Donnie has a place in his lab for Leo to tinker with random and often silly projects. They also work on new gadgets and gizmos together. The two often infodump to each other and to April.

They are the biggest Jupiter Jim Fans you will ever meet. They may or may not have pulled a few strings and made a few gadgets in JJ's honor.

Raph and Mikey are not willing at first to leave Big Mama to go with Leo and Don, and they have a hard time accepting that they are related to these twins who cause so much chaos whenever they're around. They also distrust most humans (Lou Jitsu being the main exception), so the fact that Leo and Don have a human friend (who is basically a sister to them) does not help. All four brothers start to want the other two sibling to join them after while though... After some events.

Leo and Don want Raph and Mikey to come back to the family, though each struggles with their own intrusive thoughts of how it would change things. The same sort of things start to occur for Raph and Mikey. More on this later.

Donatello is technically the leader. While I think that he would be a great leader to full-time lead both Leo and April, I also believe that Don would co-lead with Leo. They would talk about each other's ideas, discuss, argue, and come up with solutions together. I'll have more on this particular topic later when I contemplate this more. (And binge watch the series again for research.)

When the four brothers are finally reunited, Donnie is still the *technical* leader, and he does his best to understand what his long lost brothers had gone through. (Yes, Don has a harder time than Leo at processing other's complex emotions, but that does not mean he cannot understand them! It just takes a longer time for him to process and find the proper response to assist his bros.)

So that's basically all the stuff I feel I need to share to start this off! Of course this isn't everything and I definitely need to delve deeper into some of my ideas, but some of the things I would like to share would be major spoilers for some of the thing I've changed or added (which is why some things are redacted). I realize I haven't really mentioned Draxum, but he's there... OH BOY IS HE THERE. There is also 2 characters from the show that will be in this au off an on that I want to mention but that's spoilers. :)

There are also some silly little things I have ideas for that I may share later next week, but this is already a lot of information. (Thank you for reading this far.)

One thing I would like to mention is that a lot of the twin aspects of Leo and Don are inspired by a pair of twins in my own family.

I am so excited to dive into this some more! I fully intend on making a comic of this au, it just may take a bit of time to write out a general out line for the comic because of my responsibilities and the need for sleep.

I would love to hear feedback from all of you, and if you all even like this idea for an au, along with if you have questions about the au (or in general), please feel free to ask me!

There is one thing I'm not sure on right now, and that's a name for this AU. I have something temporary, but I don't know how I feel about it.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I shall come back later in the month with more stuff for this au and in general. Thank you again for reading this far. <3

Have a good day or night.

#tmnt fandom #rottmnt #exhausted's art #separated au #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt au #exhausted's half awake jumbles #rottmnt april #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #Oh my gosh this is so fun to make #But I struggled with motivation to keep working on this for this past week.#There is so much I want to share will all of you #But I don't want to overwhelm anyone or myself.#so hopefully I will be able to make a consistent schedule to work on this and other projects.#That won't be for a little while though.#our other halves

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fantastic-artemis · 10 months

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New Theory Babes

Okay so this has been rolling around in my head like a windows screensaver since I watched season 2. I will preface this by saying that I'm not sure that I believe this is what will actually happen, but I think it's a fun idea.

So in my previous post I talked about how I believe Aziraphale wants to reform Heaven and make Crowley an angel again because he feels guilty for planting the seed of doubt in Crowley's mind at just the right time to make him fall with Lucifer and the other rebels. Metatron knows that offering Az power to reform Heaven and give Crowley his angel status back would alleviate the guilt Az has been living with his whole life. However, I don't think Metatron intends to make Aziraphale an archangel at all.

I think he wants Crowley to replace Gabriel.

The whole thing was a clever manipulation to get Aziraphale out of the way. Metatron used the things he cared about most (Goodness, Heaven being good, having Crowley and having a Crowley as happy as he used to be before the fall that Aziraphale blames himself for) to get Az back up to Heaven. Similarly, Metatron knew that Aziraphale would reject any pleas from Crowley to stay on Earth because Az was blinded by the possibility of Reform and Goodness and Happiness with Crowley. He gets Aziraphale and Crowley to turn their backs on each other, even if only in the heat of the moment.

And then when Aziraphale gets to Heaven, Metatron erases him from the book of life.

I know there was talk about how the book of life didn't really exist and they couldn't actually do it, but what if that was a lie? Why put that threat into the story if it doesn't turn out to mean something? I think there is a real threat there, or else Neil would not have put it in.

But, see, Crowley used to be a powerful angel. Whether you are into the Raphael theory or not, we know now that Crowley was Up There in the ranks.

Erasing Aziraphale from the book of life means that he would have never existed. Therefore, no one would have told Crowley that the world and all his stars were fated to be destroyed in 6000 years. He would have found out and asked questions anyway, but maybe Metatron is banking that without the doubt at That Specific Point and Time (i.e. same time as Lucifer's rebellion) and without Az's influence, Crowley would have come to terms with the Great Plan and not have fallen. (I don't know if I believe that personally, but what's important is what Metatron believes, and we know Heaven blames Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship for the failed end of the world, etc).

Basically, Metatron thinks, no Aziraphale means no questions from Crowley, means Crowley never fell, means they once again have Raphael a very powerful angel who is fully loyal to Heaven and God. A perfect replacement for Gabriel, and perfect to bring about the second coming and the end of the world.

I can't stop thinking about the little clues to Crowley's power and former status and what they might mean and why they were put into the story when they were. Especially alongside the mentions of the book of life threat, of showing how Az played a part in Crowley's fall. I think it is all connected. I think this is part of the set up for season three - showing us how powerful he was precisely because, now that Gabriel's gone, Heaven wants someone with comparable power back. And they know nothing short of Aziraphale's total obliteration from existence and memory would get Crowley back on their side.

#good omens #good omens theories #gos2spoilers #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #me

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i agree with your post that crowley isn't lucifer, and probably not raphael either. i think the whole idea behind good omens from the book to the show was that crowley and aziraphale are (so to speak obv lol) just some guy. nothing particularly special about them in terms of ranking or anything - like even the point with adam was that the reason he broke the cycle was aside from the antichrist thing, he was just some kid and been allowed to be just some kid. i hate yucking people's yums but i feel like a big portion of the audience missed that aspect.

Couldn't agree more. I think especially in the book, Crowley and Aziraphale really were just some dudes. Half of the comedy came from the fact that these supernatural beings were just woefully incompetent at actually stopping the apocalypse. The show maybe downplays this a bit (though not a ton), but Crowley and Aziraphale aren't really that special when it comes to how the day is saved. Adam's the one who does all the work there, and I think it's noteworthy that he's not even the kid they spent 11 years influencing. They could have been sitting around doing nothing for 11 years and achieved the same goal.

I get that it's fun to theorize, I do, but I think it also gets under my skin a bit because some of the theories seem to ignore what general audiences would find plausible as a plot twist. The Raphael theory at least didn't go strongly against major parts of what I'd call "Christian canon." The Lucifer theory absolutely does in a way I find makes it dead on arrival. While people are technically correct that in the Bible, Lucifer is never explicitly identified as Satan, the funner fact is, Satan as we know him today doesn't actually exist in the Bible at all. And yet he's such a part of Christian lore and theology that you cannot take him out of it.

What people need to accept is that both Paradise Lost and Dante's Divine Comedy, despite being the rough equivalent of a Bible spin off series, are both largely accepted as "canon". You can argue that they've influenced the symbology of modern Christianity more than the actual Bible has. And so a modern work like Good Omens will almost inevitably be relying on those two works just as much if not more than the Bible when depicting Christian religious figures and ideas.

It's just kinda the way it is. And though Neil Gaiman is himself Jewish and injects a lot of Jewish thought into the show (especially via Crowley), it's pretty clear that this world is primarily spoofing Christian ideas of Heaven and Hell. So it's going to be using basic Christian lore as it's world building foundation.

And in basic Christian lore, Lucifer is Satan.

#guess I wasn't done ranting lol #good omens

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This is a scene for a little angst oneshot I've tilted as Heaven's Cost. It would take place in the same universe as Chain On Your Neck. It came about because, thinking logically about it, I couldn't imagine Heaven agreeing to allow Charlie to speak with Sera, let alone go to Heaven, without their being some kind of payment out of Lucifer. So this is a post episode tag to Dad Beat Dad.

I also refuse to believe this walking piece of trauma does not in fact have any sort of feelings about his once home, or his once family.

It does feature 'Azreal' as an OC, because familial / brotherly angst and betrayal is the good shit and since this is Lucifer Morningstar...I wanted to drag in something that could potentially tie to his past. I know its popular to include the main three -- Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael -- but I went with Azreal in this for a few reasons.

One: the exterminations deal with a permanent end to souls, so any an angel of death whose existence is about the placement of souls seemed to fit.

Two: I doubt Lucifer would actually want to talk to Michael, Raphael, or Gabriel if they were at any way involved in his being cast out, as I can see them as potentially having been closest before his fall. Whereas Azreal would be more of a fringe sibling.

Yes, Azreal is a bit insensitive. Yes, Azreal is an asshole. I have done this on purpose.

There is nothing about this that is otherwise religiously accurate and I don't want it to be. I'm not in this for the bible fanfiction, thank you. Not sure how many scenes this will ultimately be, but for now I have at least 3 planned.

As always, scene below cut.

The minute he was back within his palace Lucifer slumped over and pressed his hands into his face with a loud and frustrated groan. He can’t believe he said he would get Charlie a meeting with Heaven. What had he been thinking? He knows, he knows that Heaven was not going to be amenable to this. They won’t want to listen to Charlie, to what she wanted, to what she had to propose. They never wanted to listen, before. They weren’t going to listen, now. Lucifer dug his fingers into his hair and tried to breathe. He had promised Charlie that he would get her an audience with Heaven, which meant Lucifer had to get her an audience with Heaven. His hands shook as he stumbled his way to the nearest armchair and worked to fish out his phone from his pocket. He would have to make the call, have to reach out to someone in Heaven. His first thought had been Sera, but he knew the Head Seraphim refused to listen to him on a good day, he’d doubted she’d listen now. He ruled Adam out by sheer principle that Adam never listened, and Lucifer didn’t want to have an argument with that bag of arrogant dicks again. He’d gotten enough of that to last him more than his lifetime. With the faintest tremble to his hands Lucifer pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to thumb through his contacts. He muttered a short, “Skip, skip, oh fuck no I am not calling Michael,” as he went through his various contacts in Heaven. He wasn’t even sure why he had half these numbers, he never talked to any of them really aside from Sera. He couldn’t remember when he put them in his phone, but he had an idea on who had. He stopped of a contact labeled ‘whiny bitchface’ and grimaced. He would be his best chance. He was the only one out of all his brothers that Lucifer bothered to actually talk to. Not that Lucifer actually had a choice in talking to this brother. He sighed heavily and hit the call button, and then tapped the speaker button and tossed the phone onto the coffee table. As it rang he summoned some cider and a glass and poured himself more than a healthy glass full. Lucifer knocked it back and waited for the phone to pick up. He wasn’t disappointed, even if it did take far too many rings for his comfort. “Lucy! Baby bro! You never call, you never write--how ya been?” Lucifer sighed heavily and grumbled, “Shut up Azreal,” as he massaged between his eyes. “Ahaha, make me, bitch.” “Try me, pissbaby,” Lucifer drawled back. Azreal burst out into laughter of the phone, complete mad cackling interspaced with the occasional wheeze and goose honking that Lucifer long expected.

“Ah, baby brother, you never cease to entertain!” Azreal cackled lightly. “But seriously, you don’t call Lucy. What’s up? Miss me already? It’s only been a few months!” Lucifer groaned and pressed his glass against his forehead as he closed his eyes. “I don’t miss you. I’d rather never see your face again if I’m going to be honest.” “You always were so serious about that, just like a heart attack, weren’t you brother?” “Azreal, can you listen please?” Lucifer couldn’t keep the faint whine from his voice as he just held the glass against his head and hoped the building migraine that always came from talking to Azreal of all angels would just stop brewing. For a long moment Azreal went silent on the other end of the line. His voice was much softer when he finally did speak up. “You are serious.” “Yes, Azreal. Can I speak, now?” Lucifer groaned heavily and bowed himself almost completely in half. He tapped the glass against his head and waited for Azreal to agree to let him talk. Once he heard Azreal agree, he sighed heavily. “I need you to set up a meet with Sera.” Azreal laughed, and Lucifer gnashed his teeth at the burning anger that swept through him. “I’m not joking, Azreal!” The laughter cut off. “Why didn’t you just call Sera, then? I’m sure she’d be sooooo happy to talk to you at the Embassy.” “Not here. Heaven.” “Haha! No.” Lucifer sucked in a breath at the sharp cut off. “You know you are not allowed back here, Lucy. You are bound there for the rest of eternity, a prison of your own making just as Father ordered.” Lucifer breathed deep to calm himself as he said, “I know.” “Then why bother even asking when you know the answer already?” Lucifer thought to Charlie, and her begging, pleading that he do this for her. He thought to her dream and the way she steadfastly defended it. He thought to the half-truths he had spoken when he promised to get her the meeting in to Heaven. He set the glass down on the table next to his phone. “It’s not for me, Azreal.”

“Well we can’t let a sinner step up in Heaven either!” Azreal pointed out. “It is not a sinner either.” “So one of the Hellborn?” Azreal questioned, skeptical. “The council won’t allow one of them in Heaven. You know the Ars Goetia would be turned away immediately, as well as any Incubus, Succubus, or Deep One. Imps would be pushing it, but I also know Hell’s hierarchy Lucy.” “It is not--” Lucifer grimaced and shook his head. “It’s for my daughter, Azreal.” “Say what now?” Lucifer didn’t bother to respond to Azreal being obtuse. The angel had been in his home, he’d seen his family portraits. Lucifer looked to one in this very room that depicted himself, Lilith, and his daughter when she’d been nothing more than a round cheeked tot. Azreal was being obtuse. “Morningstar answer me. What do you mean daughter?! You should not even--you cannot--we bound you to Hell alone to prevent this!” With a heavy sigh Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I have not slept with a human, Azreal.” “Why the fuck would you sleep with a Hellborn?” “I have not slept with a Hellborn, either,” Lucifer said shortly. It was a lie. He’d slept with plenty of Hellborn. He’s been alive for ten thousand plus years, he had time to develop his tastes. There was only one child that he’s ever had, however. Lucifer had been careful to ensure he’d created no other. “Then how?!” “I was married, Azreal,” Lucifer groaned. “I am married,” Lucifer corrected softly as he fiddled with the ring on his finger. Just because they agreed to a separation did not mean that they weren’t still tied by marriage. Lilith didn’t want a divorce, not if she’d lose all her power in Hell. There was a long, long moment of silence. Then, “Ew. With her? Father, Lucy, you could do so much better.”

“Azreal…” Lucifer growled, and on the phone Azreal sighed heavily. “Fine, fine. What does your daughter want? And what’s her name? And have you told Mikey?” “Fuck Michael and fuck you if you think I’m telling him shit,” Lucifer ground out. “O-kay then, still pissy about that, got it.” Azreal let out another tinny sigh. “Right, so why the meeting then Lucy?” “Charlie--” “You named your daughter Charlie? Oh you are so stupid!” “No, I named my daughter Charlotte, you ass! She chose Charlie!” “Ooh. So she’s a dyke.” “Azreal, so help me Father….” Lucifer let the threat hang, useless as it was as he stared at his phone with red eyes and hellfire licking at his forehead. “Got it, got it! I’ll be quiet now!” Lucifer waited, and when Azreal kept his word he laid out the situation as cautiously as he could. “She’s got this…Hotel. It’s a--a safe haven for sinner’s.” A soft lie, but Lucifer doubted Azreal would care about that. “Those who want to better themselves. To get out of their vices and sins.”

“…redemption,” Azreal said, words soft. “You are talking about redemption, aren’t you?” Lucifer breathed out, heavy and tired. “I know, Azreal. I know it is a foolish dream, and one not bound in reality, but….” “Why, then? Why are you still like this?!” Azreal demanded. “Lucy!” “…but the Hotel could be a safe haven for sinner’s who aren’t--I mean, Azreal, you know there is a disproportionate amount--” “Lucifer, little bro, she won’t care.” Azreal’s words were soft as he spoke them. They were the words of a long suffering older brother who has had to watch his younger brother falter, and falter, again and again. “She won’t care.” Lucifer sighed. “…I know.” “Then why?” “…Charlie asked,” Lucifer said. “She’s…never asked me for anything, really, and she’s stubborn. She won’t learn unless she sees it for herself.” “…on a scale of an attempted rebellion to just heartbreak how bad should I anticipate the fall out of this to be?” Azreal deadpanned. Lucifer could hear the gritted teeth on the other end. “I doubt Charlie would try to rebel,” Lucifer said dryly. “She’s got more smarts in her than to pull a stunt like her old man.” “…you and I both know that rebellion was Lilith’s plot, not yours.” Lucifer dragged his hands across his face and deigned not to respond to the accusation. Azreal wasn’t wrong either way, Lilith was the one who planned the original uprising. Lucifer hadn’t wanted to bother, really. He’d made himself a home here. He’d found peace with his Father’s decision, or at least he liked to believe he had. Sure he cried himself to sleep at night, sometimes. Sure he ended up in a panic at the mention of Heaven, most days, but he’d made his peace with it. He had.

Lucifer brushed the tears out of his eyes and cursed his inability to lie to himself. “Alright,” Azreal said softly. “Alright. I’ll talk to Sera and get your little girl a meeting.” “If she proves redemption is real, Azreal…” Lucifer breathed out slowly, “I need you to ensure the Hotel will remain protected, as well as any within it who honestly seek to better themselves, from any attempt at Extermination or retaliation from Heaven.” “Lucy…you know it’s not.” “But if it was--” “I will make sure there are protections in the agreement if it proves to be true,” Azreal agreed. “You know there will be a cost, though. A major one for an agreement like this.” Lucifer closed his eyes. “I know.” “You know what she will ask.” “I do.” “Are you prepared to pay it?” Lucifer swallowed heavily. He said, weakly, “I am.” Azreal went silent. Lucifer held his breath. Then, “I will text you the time and day once I have it,” and then Azreal hung up. Lucifer wrapped his arms around himself in the silence, followed shortly by his wings, as he took in a deep and shuddering breath. He did not cry. He held himself and told himself that this was for Charlie, and he would not cry. He wouldn’t. Lucifer hated that he could not lie to himself.

#fanfic #angst fic #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #fic: heaven's cost #fic: chain on your neck

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sacredartist33013 · 4 months

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Thought it'd be interesting to post a little sneak peak of orange wisteria on here.

“Did he leave already?” Leo nodded to his purple masked brother as he walked over to the loose burner and began the task he promised Mikey. “Usually we can get him to stay for at least another 30 minutes.”

“Leo didn't even try to stall him for long.” The voice of their red masked brother chimed in as he walked into the main part of their lair, his usual scowl present on his face. “Apparently Mikey promised he'd tell us and Master Splinter whatever's been going on inside his head so fearless over here backed down.” Raphs face scrunched up slightly as he began to smell the familiar but annoying scent of that floral incense. “How the shell do we still not know what kinda flowers are Mikey using for that stuff anyway, even Splinters sandalwood stuff isn't as strong as this.” Raph complained as he walked away from the burner. Out of the whole family Raphael was the one most vocal about the dislike of how strong the fragrance of this incense blend was.

“It is awfully strong for the first few minutes.” Leo admitted reluctantly. Even Leo and Splinter, who relatively enjoyed the smell of incense, couldn't handle too much of this blend at its strongest. It made Donnie worry if the incense was dangerous to animals but their father put a stop to that rather quickly. Splinter told them how it was a smell that reminded him of a particular type of incense the hamato clan used to lite, usually at night apparently. It also didn't affect any animals in a negative way according tk what he could remember of it. But they had stopped doing so when he was very young, so he couldn't remember what the flower used to make it was. Only that it was a part of some kind of effort at warding something off. “I still wonder what this stuff is supposed to ward off anyway? Bad luck? Raph scoffed a little.

“unless this stuff wards off our turtle luck then don't think so fearless. I swear that little nutball must be trying to ward off oxygen with how strong that stuff is.” suddenly Donnie shivered

“Remember before we got him to cut it down to one lighting a day?” The two oldest turtles did not in fact want to remember that time. They swear the stagnant sewer air they usually had was much more appreciated than the feeling of choking on some sweet scent in the air. They literally stole the burner and were prepared to toss it out before Mikey literally barricaded himself in his room with it and refused to come out. Their youngst seemed truly horrified at the idea of scent not being in the air. Whispering to himself About how they won't be protected from whatever the plant protects them from if it stops. It took Splinter promising they'd leave his burner alone if he promised to only lit it once everyday for half an hour that he left his room.

“Don't remind me Don, I swear my mouth tasted like flowers every time we went topside for a week.” Raph said with a slight gag. “Maybe Mikey can answer what he's burning along with why he looked like shredder and the kraang would burst into the lair if we had even a moment without it.” The concern the sai wielding turtle had wasn't lost on the other 2. They could all remember the sheer terror on Mikeys face when they tried staging an intervention on the subject,nor could anyone forget the scream Mikey made as he grabbed the burner and ran. It definitely made them feel off when they saw their youngest shaking in Splinters arms when he came out of his room, Apologizing for how excessive he's been with the incense to the point even he couldn't stand it. But something he saw when they had that fear fungus problem they were forced to deal with had stuck with him. It made him afraid of something only warded off by the floral scent apparently.

“Personally I theorize it was some kind of Japanese myth he read about or a monster movie he watched. But there's behavior Mikey just hasn't shown before for me to be completely sure of that.” It wouldn't be the first time the youngest turtle spooked himself with something like horror movies and internet legends. But this time it felt different. More often than not the ninja clan could remember seeing their youngest assuring himself that whatever he saw 'wasn't real and 'didn't exist’ and maybe try to bunk with his brothers,that was expected. That was normal. For a day or two. Not a whole month. And it was them that had to convince him to bunk with them. And he still put up a small fight. As if trying to stop the older brothers from getting involved, it was a blessing that they knew how to get the youngest to agree to it.

//Okay so a little was maybe not the right answer

“Got any theories about his eye?” Leo asked, wondering if the resident genius had any clues to the mysterious injury.

“Just one.” Donnie confessed “based on the non external wounds or scars on his face it had to be an internal injury. And the fact that his vision is only blurred and the eye is relatively intact. I can only concur that it's a form of hyphema.”

“Can you translate that from nerd speech?” Donnie did as Raph asked with an eye roll

“Because there's no outside injuries, I think Mikey suffered from of internal injury that caused bleeding in his eye.” that got oldest siblings eye's to widen.

“What on earth could cause that?” Leo asked as he tried to remain calm, an internal injury that made his brother's eye bleed.

“Eye trauma is the most likely cause for damage that bad. Usually hemorrhaging in the eye doesn't cause such a big loss of vision for so long. But there's no evidence anything from dimension x caused any trauma. So it'd have to be inward.”

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Twins of Chaos

Master Post, Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER TWELVE: PROMPTING INVESTIGATION

Raph, after the twins' disappearance, had decided to stay out of the humans' problems. Call him selfish if you want, but he couldn't go to the human world without being reminded of his missing brothers. That almost always led to a break down.

At home, it was different. Mikey was there with him.

In the humans' world, Raph was alone.

But, April had asked him and Mikey to go figure out what's going on with the celebrities. And Raph had a very hard time telling April no, he had a hard time saying no after the twins left.

Now, don't take this as him letting himself get walked all over. Just because Raph had a hard time saying no, didn't mean he couldn't say it. He knew his boundaries and made sure he upheld them. The people in his life also knew his boundaries and respected them, nor did they let themselves take advantage of Raph's kindness.

Raph, ever so selfishly, had mostly gone out investigating to see if he can find the family that he had lost. Well they weren't the priority, it didn't hurt to keep an eye out for them during the search.

Mikey and Raph jumped from rooftop to rooftop, keeping their eyes peeled for any sign of the missing celebrities. So far, they couldn't see anything that seemed important.

The younger of the two stopped when he heard two people bickering on top of a nearby rooftop. "Raph, do ya hear that?"

Raph stopped and looked at Mikey. He strained his ears, hearing the bickering as well. He nodded. "Should we go see who it is?"

"Yes. I have a feeling that it's really important."

The two jumped over, stopping in their tracks as they saw two familiar people, one in purple, one in blue, arguing about their next plan of action.

"I'm just saying, Leo, we need to take a short break and eat something."

"We can eat after we find out who's taking people and why."

"We aren't going to be at the top of our game if we don't eat and rest."

"Leo?" Mikey interrupted softly. "Donnie?"

The other two turtles stopped talking and looked at Mikey. Raph walked to stand behind Mikey, getting a glare from Leo.

"What do you two want?" Leo asked, mostly talking to Raph.

"Where have you two been?" Raph instead asked a question of his own over answering Leo's question.

"That is not any of your business," Donnie replied as he crossed his arms.

"I believe that it is. We're your brothers."

Leo scoffed and leaned against Donnie's shoulder. "No, you were our brothers. But now, we don't need you."

Mikey blinked slowly and then looked at the ground, trying not to cry. "Leo, please. We miss you. Come home with us."

"No. I'm not living with Raph."

Raph's eyes widened for a brief second then he sighed. "Leo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. Don't you think that this grudge has gone on long enough?"

"It's not a grudge when you tell me that I shouldn't be the leader! It's not a grudge when you made me cry for a long time! You have no right to walk right back into my life! I don't want your love or affection. I don't need it."

"But what about Donnie?" Mikey asked. "Doesn't he get a say in if we're in his life too?"

Leo faltered then looked at Donnie. "That... that's his choice, not mine."

Donnie looked back at Leo then smiled. "I told you I would follow you to the ends of the universe, and I mean it. If that means Raph and Mikey not being in my life, then so be it. I am not leaving you alone, ever."

"You can't be serious," Raph interrupted. "You can't shut Mikey and I out of your life just because Leo doesn't want us in his."

"As I just said, Raphael, I will follow Leo to the ends of the universe. I would rather have all three of you in my life without problems, but I know that's not going to happen with how you and Leo left things. And between you three, I pick my twin brother."

Raph frowned. "But what about—"

"I have made myself very clear. You need to respect Leo and I's wishes."

Chapter Thirteen

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt au #rottmnt angst #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #twins of chaos #disaster twins

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Hey there! I wanna request a head cannon! Any version of the bois is fine! How would our guys react to their S/O asking them to help them shave? Like their legs and *down there*! LOL! It's something I recently thought about while shaving myself! 🤣🤣

If you throw in NSFW, please make it light! Or it can be pure fluff! Just roll with it!!! Thanks Luv!🥰🦊🌟💙

Oh wow this is so classic I love it! I have always wanted to do this as I always wondered what the guys would think!🤣

@post-apocalyptic-daydream Enjoy!

Bayverse AU:

A shaving request:

💙Leonardo💙

*Receives text, but was confused since you are in his rooms bathroom

* He reads the text and his face went as red as Raphs mask

* He decides to go to you but covered his eyes going into the bathroom.

* "Babe? Why are you shy?. You have seen me like this before."

* "Sorry, but that aside uh- the request?. A-are you sure you need help to shave, you know down there?."

* All you could do was laugh a little before telling him its fine and that he can just help with your legs

* He however seemed to be in his own mind at this moment

* "However babe maybe there will be a next time helping you, afterall how could I resist your body.~"

* "BLUE!."

* Your face was just as red as his earlier on with his hint

* He just kissed your forehead then helped you best he could to shave your legs

* His touch was so delicate and he was quick to finish with no injury in the end

* He was still uncertain with this human ritual of shaving

* You tell him as much as you can why you have to, leaving him confused and glad he doesn't have to

* You just chuckle at his curiosity

❤️Raphael❤️

* He was hesitant with your request particular

* You eventually talk him into trying to just help shave your legs

* He would first just shamelessly stare at you, even though you only wrapped in a towel

* "Ya sure its just your legs that I must just help?. Since your skin is like that of a Goddess~."

* You blush 50 shades of red at his hint, even knowing full well you asked him.

* "RED! WHY?! JUST WHY?!."

* His smirk was NOT helping your face from cooling off either

* "STOP. THAT. SMIRK!."

* "Naw, this just getting to the good part."

* "UGH! FINE! You win-."

* He just chuckled kissing your nose enjoying your pout

* Even knowing you will mess with him later, he enjoys messing with you.

* You mess with him seconds later asking again if he could help you shave in your nether region

* His face he pulled was priceless

* He stumbled over his words until he realised you just messing with him

💜Donatello💜

* To say he was always curious about your shaving routine was an understatement

* Well until you requested his help to shave your legs and that certain region

* His face he pulled when he realised this could get intimate was histerical!

* You laugh a little telling him that he doesn't have to help shave that region

* He sighs in relief and tries his best to first observe how one shaves

* He was uncertain if he should help knowing he could accidentally hurt you

* You reassure him that he won't hurt you

* He finally caved then tried his best and successfully shaved your legs with no injuries left behind

* You pecked his cheek leaving him blushing hard!

* You adore this nerd so much, even when hes shy at times

* He then did research into how a human shaves that region

* He's left a blushing stuttering mess

* You decided to demonstrate how you do it, lets say he will never be the same shy nerd ever again and was adamant to help next time.

🧡Michelangelo🧡

*He was eager to help from the get go

* He was instructed how to use the shaver

* However once he finished doing your legs, he was hesitant to go any higher

* "Uhhh are you sure you want big clumsy me to help you shave there???."

* You just chuckled and shake your head

* You had to reassure him that he didn't have to help shave there

*He seemed a bit bummed knowing he couldn't help with one thing

* You decide to demonstrate how you shave there

* He could not take his eyes off you, watching every move leaving you a blushing mess

* He was more than eager to help next time

* You humor him thinking he's joking

* You are quick to realise that he was indeed serious

* He had this shit eating grin everytime he sees you, and you knew EXACTLY what he was thinking

[Well I do hope you enjoyed this.]

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse #raph #donnie #mikey #leo #fanfiction #ReaderXTurtles #Request

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