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ivesambrose · 4 months

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🤍 JANUARY 2024 FORECAST 🤍

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Aries : your entire being is focused on career or studies, finances and the material aspects of your life this month. You want to be back with a bang and waste no time. Earlier you may have felt like you had lost an opportunity that was going to bring you a lot of wealth or would have benefitted you in terms of your future goals or career but you'll realize that one door closed and another one opened that led to something far better. That likely you were going to settle for something smaller but the universe had other plans. If you had made investments previously expect sudden gains or if you choose to invest you'll see gains later on this year. Emotionally however, you might feel like your cups are empty or you aren't tending to them as much. You might have a moment of purging of grief that you've been carrying which will bring you catharsis. Some of you might be worried about your mother's health, if you're female please tend to your hormonal health and try to reduce your stress levels. Lastly, don't bite off more than you can chew.

Taurus : You'll regain your childlike optimism, finding little reasons to be happy, expecting good the best instead of the worst. You'll also be excited about the several opportunities or options in front of you that you will manifesting. You'll feel very close to your friends and family, you'll have an event to bond better with them. You have lot of ideas that are unconventional in nature and you'll feel tempted to act on all of them and you likely will. You'll have a lot of energy but that might also lead to burn out so be remain cautious of your Physical health especially if you're working out at the gym. Emotionally you'll be feeling estatic likely due to wealth, business opportunities, indulging in some luxuries, spoiling yourself etc mostly you'll be too focused on your own joy and beauty to fixate on anyone else at the moment. You'll also be more sensitive to intuitive downloads, you'll feel as though a higher force is looking over you and is guiding you when it comes to your life path. Hold your head high.

Gemini : You might feel as though people are little judgemental of you or don't exactly see eye to eye with you when it comes to your career prospects or creative ventures. You aren't sure who wants to help you or take credit for whatever you do. You want to march to the beat of your own drum but you might feel unsure or even fickle minded by what lies ahead. You don't know which path to choose or if you're making any progress. That might lead to some anxiousness. You're advised to calm your head and clear the clutter of your surroundings. You don't want to hear it but you're indeed thinking way too much and acting way too little and thus you remain stuck. Help will be available when you least expect it and stop looking for it. Fix your sleeping schedule and try doing some gentle eye and head massages. Look at the bigger picture. You might get opportunities to travel by end of this month that will be an entire energy shift and could be a possible game changer for you as well.

Cancer : You've been working too hard the past few months, it hasn't brought you the exact results that you hoped it would. You're starting this year finding balance between work and hobbies/me time. Some of you might even get an extra source of income however. You may have romance coming in as you focus on the softer aspects of your life. There might be someone who instills faith and power within you, maybe they aren't around you, could be someone from afar. But they want to see you win at any cost and will push you towards your best. You'll end up having a wish granted somehow, something you have been hoping for will come true. There's a cycle of suffering that is as tight as a knot that you'll be cutting through and free of. You'll receive unexpected help from a friend or a place you've spent your childhood.

Leo : You'll be climbing the ladder of success, there is Inevitable progression in whatever you're working towards. You'll be catching up with old friends and even making new ones. They will encourage you in different aspects of your life and you'll learn a lot from them you might be studying something like a new language or something to do with geography, animals or even farming. The money you spend will come back to you but do spend wisely regardless. Some of you might be getting married or committed. Others of you may have some discord or shortlived strife to deal with. Maybe people competing with you for no reason or arguments at home. Eitherway, you'll be focused on the positive and being as radiant as ever.

Virgo : You're seeing this month as the opening of a movie you haven't seen. In other words, you're treating this as a whole new chapter, you don't want to carry a single old energy or thought process into this year. You're in awe of your own journey. You're preparing yourself for an adventure. You might be writing, documentating, reading, interacting and even learning new skills or languages a lot. Some of you might be preparing to relocate or leave a place. Emotionally, you'll be feeling very fulfilled you might be having suitors, you may fall in love, have someone fall for you or might just find your reason to fall in love with life. Wealth and financial opportunities from overseas will be a big theme too. Start preparing yourself for your new life.

Libra : A new work opportunity that leads you to relocate or leave one thing behind for something better. Mostly I'm seeing something has worked out for you when it comes to your finances so you can allow yourself to lead with your heart and explore spirituality a little more. You'll be maturing as well and taking more accountability when it comes to how you act and what you say or excuses you make and change certain behavioural patterns. I see you looking forward to spending more time with your friends or attending a social gathering or event you'll feel some relief and allow yourself to have fun instead of wanting to control every aspect of your life and seeing it go out of balance. Go and live.

Scorpio : Dedicated work, practice, effort, diligent labour, all if it will add up and pay off for you. Maybe enjoying or self care aren't even your priority at least for this month. You sincerely do have a lot on your plate, you do want to collaborate or simply make substantial progress. This can be anything at all but it will bring you a lot of emotional fulfilment Inevitably. Nothing much to add except, that you be less harsh on yourself and don't ghost the ones who care for you. Cater to that side of you that too wants to be heard & held.

Sagittarius : A particular uncertainty or excess load that you've been carrying will come to an end. There's a matter that will be resolved. You'll feel extremely thankful for it, because you got what you wanted so now you can walk ahead or away from what had been making you feel 50 - 50 for quite some time. It felt like you were the only one giving it your 100 but the outcome wasn't what you had hoped for. I see you being guarded or keeping certain matters to yourself, this could be your long term plans and investments. You might catch a break and revisit old hobbies, places, friends or an interest you had abandoned.

Capricorn : You need to rest or you'll face extreme levels of exhaustion. You might be feeling the need to slow down, feeling more sleepy too, check your vitamin D levels, try and get some sunlight if you can. Dip your feet in warm water and look after your feet in general there might be some heartache or betrayal, might just be memories from the past, there's some ache you carry or have been carrying for quite a long time. You've expressed it but now you feel empty. I do someone being a balm to your heart, might be a fated person you encounter you'll be encouraged to heal your inner child, indulge in some whimsies, day dreaming, walking barefoot in nature and eating more wholesome organic meals. There will be people who treat you with the same kindness you show them too.

Aquarius : You'll be feeling comforted and loved. So anyone else's ill intentions or projected negativity won't matter. Things have started looking up for you slowly but surely, so you're at a place in your life you really do priotrize your peace over anything else. It's simply not worth it, paying heed to anyone's repetitive drama, to people who can't commit and won't progress beyond 3 days of effort. You might be spending time with animals or a pet, you'd feel really connected to them. You'll find happiness seeing others be happy or getting what they want. You might visit some art fairs, museums or start painting or drawing again as well. Mostly for yourself since you're happy with how far you've come so there's no need to rush anymore.

Pisces : Stability and happiness, finally. This can come in the form of a wedding, better relationship with your spouse or loved one or even family, finances improving, health improving etc a combination of all. After a long time, you can be at ease. Sudden increase in fortune or business is also extremely possible, travel is also in the cards, you'll also see the luck of the people you care for or befriend, increase. You might be prone to skin issues however, so please opt for hydrating products also stay warm and do your stretches.

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marwhoa · 1 year

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request: What if Y/N is really sensitive to tickles (like, sides and thighs), to the point that if it gets even a little too rough, the laughs quickly turn into tears. Can we get a rise!boys x reader (you can decide gender) where they individually find out how tickle-sensitive Y/N is? Bonus if there's a gentle apology tickle sesh <3 ~🌺👸

🝮 “ tickle-fest ”

rise!boys x reader (indiv.)

author’s note: hihi !! my bad for how long it took to do this uwu did it at my own leisure (though, maybe a tad bit over that 👉👈 some of them aren’t very “tears after tikl… ti… tickling? Oh my I forgot how to spell that for a second—ah, anyways, enjoy please !!

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┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

It hadn’t been easy warming Raph up to you. Being a human much smaller than he was and with much more fragile skin than his, he was walking on eggshells when it came to ensuring he didn’t hurt you. His hands would flinch and hesitate before resting themselves on your shoulders. His legs would lock up his position when he heard you near, especially if you were behind him. And never would he approach you without a warning of where he was, a little “ behind ya! “ or a “ Hey, comin’ in. “

It was especially bad when his feelings for you developed. They came so suddenly, nearly toppling the big guy over when you asked him of all people if he was okay one day. He wasn’t—the mission that day was far too stressful. He lost sight of his brothers as they tried to reason with a tree yokai—an ent, much heavier than he was with branches far more than capable of causing harm to his brothers without his tough skin and spiky shell. They totally held their own, as they always did, but with lives as dangerous as theirs?? No one could really blame Raph for his worries. And worst of all, he couldn’t share any of these feelings, not with anyone, lest he wanted to risk his responsibilities and confidence as their leader.

How could he falter? Would his brothers take on his fears if he dared share them? April would try to reach out to him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to share such heavy baggage with her.

Raph insisted he was fine. April always knew he was lying.

But, she respected his space, within reason.

Never would he have expected you to ask him how he was though, and somehow that ended up being the little drop of water that broke the dam. In your arms, he poured everything out, shaking the whole time. You stroked gentle touches down his neck, sometimes reaching out to trace little circles and hearts against his chest—knowing full and well that he could feel it.

When he calmed down, Raph jolted backwards, afraid to have made so much contact with someone he saw like glass. To his surprise, not only were you unharmed, but you encouraged him to return to your loving arms, and he would be a liar if he said that he hated it or found them uncomfortable.

And that was how you managed to get him to warm up to you, becoming a bit more playful, much more likely to embrace you, to seek your company. You frequented the lair more, and he would always rush to you once he was free. You would lay together in his room, hearing his most vulnerable emotions—just you. You were the apple of his eye. Raph relaxed around you, let down some guards, and allowed his hands to stroke your skin just how yours did his.

And that, dear friend, is how he discovered how ticklish you were—right on your tummy. It surprised him when one day, while running his fingers mindlessly against your skin, you began fidgeting. He tried again, and this time you started laughing, pushing his hands away.

Today, he was doing the same thing. You were both together, laughing and being close as usual, when suddenly he towered over you and gave a toothy grin. Oh no, not that look, please—anything but THAT look! He pushed your shirt up a bit—respectfully so— and immediately began assault on your tummy!

You squirmed and shrieked, fighting to escape the torture that made you laugh so bad. You couldn’t stop laughing and pleading.

“ Raph—Plehihiji—please! Let—hELP, I-I’M gonahahah—I’m g— PEE! “

“ Not a chance, Y/N. “

With empty threats, you pleaded, and he simply eyed you with a glint of enjoyment flickering through his eyes. Now began stage 2 of your fight for your life—kicking. It never usually reached this point, but you were desperate! Tears were pricking in your eyes and your laugh was starting to just become your mouth open and body jolting as if laughing but no sound came out.

Of course, when you’re someone like Raph with tough skin and a spiky shell, little human kicks don’t hurt at all. But, when you’re a human with easily torn skin, kicks against an alligator snapping turtle can be dangerous.

“ Y/N! I—I’m sorry, you’re . . . “

Raph was quick to catch when your cries weren’t done out of too much tickling. You gave a squeak of pain, halting your kicking abruptly, and suddenly Raph was brought back to an unpleasant memory of the past, one where a particularly purple turtle was hurt by him.

To omit the yucky details, let’s just say there was a bit of a ouchie-ouch on the sole of your foot. Raph quickly separated himself from you, putting an uncomfortable amount of distance between you both as he rummaged through drawers to find precious bandaids that were probably in every nook and cranny of the lair because of him.

“ Where are they, no, no, no, please. I didn’t mean to! “

Panicking, his shaky hands dumped bandaids into the drawer and quickly hurried to you with them and some Neosporin. Though, when he saw your teary eyes looking at him, Raph couldn’t help but freeze up. The materials were sat near you, but he kept his distance. His head hung to the right, like a puppy ashamedly holding their head down.

“ Raph? “

Y/N called with a low voice, reaching their hand towards him. A hesitant step back, and quickly you put the pieces together. It was just like before. Was he going to push you away now after this incident, too?

“ Raph, you can sit near me. It was just an accident, I’m not mad and it’s not even that bad of a cut! “

His eyes twirled light in them as tears glossed them up. Even so, even if you were okay—this just proved he was dangerous, right? This just proved he shouldn’t be so close to you, right? This proved every little thought he had every time he held you, every floating voice telling him, “ No, you are too close to them. You’re going to hurt them, it’s only a matter of time. You hurt everyone, Raphael. “

“ Y/N, please, you should be upset! I hurt you, it was only a matter of time. Just, LOOK at me? “

Fuming? He was fuming? Anger contorted his face as the tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks, leaving little trails that shone like crystals of sadness under the light basking his room. His eyes never met yours, staying fixated upon the floor.

This made your heart ache. You didn’t want to go back to when his hands would flinch, trembling as they gingerly touched your shoulders, your cheeks, your hands! You didn’t want him so afraid to touch you—you WEREN’T glass or tissue! You were resilient! After smearing the neosporin on your wound and pressing the bandaid neatly against your skin, your eyes traced his body while you spoke, noting the way he was so stiff yet quivering so visibly.

“ I AM looking at you, Raph. You didn’t do it on purpose, it was simply an accident, please—“

You leaned forward on the bed, reaching for him, but got startled when he jerked away, staring at you with eyes full of a kind of fear you hadn’t seen since the fight with Shredder years ago.

“ NO—Stop! I’m dangerous, just listen to me Y/N, and stay aw—Irk! “

He was startled as you suddenly leapt to him, his arms instinctively catching you. Guilt washed over him—he just said don’t touch him! But the way you held him and your voice cracked as you cried out,

“ Raph, you dummy! Listen to me, ”

Y/N pulled back, resting their weight upon Raph’s arms that held them securely with a little pinch of love. Their hands cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks in slow circles,

“ I know you think I’m made of glass or something dumb like that. You underestimate how strong I am, okay? Of course I may get hurt here and there by your little points, but hey, ”

His head leaned against your hand as you rubbed his tears away,

“ That doesn’t change how much I . . . How much I love you, okay? “

The look on his face coupled with the blush dusting your cheeks was adorable. Though you both knew it, neither of you had said it aloud. And, what better time to say it than after a tickle fight gone wrong?

His eyes traced your expression, clenching tightly closed before opening with the kindest, most loving gaze that made your heart skip, but not as hard as his next words did. Now THAT made your heart trip over itself.

“ Can I kiss you? “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Loving Mikey was easy—the hard part was figuring out how he loved you. The way he treated you, it was sometimes indistinguishable from how one loves a friend or how one loves a partner. Your heart fluttered when his smile called your name, but that same smile called to his brothers, to his sister, fathers, everyone.

One thing that you knew was only for you, though, was the way he always wanted your hand. Now, there was no doubt that Mikey loved physical touch. He climbed all over Raph, always hugged Leo and Donnie (who would give little headpats that Mikey loved. Mental note made!), and never missed a chance to high-five April when she came by.

But you? Silently, he would lace together y’all’s fingers together and carry on as such. These were the moments that made you wonder if how he felt for you was exclusively for you. The answer to that always escaped you, never having the heart to ask him.

That is, until the answer decided to find you itself. One day, his hands met yours. Everyone headed out of the room, and you moved to follow them, expecting Mikey to follow along like always. But instead, you were pulled back, landing gently into his hugging embrace. Mikey hugged you, which wasn’t out of character, but it struck you as odd that he would want to lag behind the others, especially with you. Your heart began spinning with joy, but that was quickly shushed—quiet down, my heart, please. Don’t jump to conclusions that could hurt us!

“ I love you, a lot. “

The words had frozen your body. After a few seconds, you dared lift your head and lost all words at the loving smile and look he used as his eyes held yours. A rush of emotion, and soon your lips had met his, locked in a kiss so sweet.

From that moment on, you were surprised to find out just how much Mikey enjoyed contact with you. Sitting together, your body would be against his, his arms draped over your frame and yours holding his hands. Little churrs would emit from his chest, low for your ears only as you laid against his plastron. You frequented his room much more, usually laying across each other while reading from his absurd collection of comics—you didn’t know what surprised you more, the sheer amount of them or the fact that he actually kept comics that weren’t just Jupiter Jim. There were other stories, and even some of his own made comics that starred him and his brothers. You loved reading the ones he made himself.

One day, in his room in front of a cute mirror he had found and painted the outskirts of himself, you tried on a new shirt. It was a tad bit short, revealing your stomach. With a few twists, turns, and poses, you still hadn’t settled on how you felt about it before Mikey came in and saw. You held your tongue, burning under his gaze, but he erupted with joy at how nice you looked in it! He especially loved the colors and designs on it.

“ Can I touch the trim? “

He asked, eyeing the bottom of your shirt with a look only an artist could have. You of course obliged, allowing him to see whatever it was he wanted to inspect. It was then that his fingers grazed your skin, pulling a few giggles from you as your hands quickly moved to push his. With a confused look, he quirked a brow ridge at you, grinning as the pieces instantly fell into place.

“ You’re ticklish, aren’t you? “

“ Absolutely not. “

A suspiciously fast response. No, really, you had countered his question so fast that there was no way it could be seen as anything but a “ Yes, absolutely! “. And so, the only thing going through your head as your legs buckled and laughter shook your body was “ god have mercy. “

No time was wasted by the mischievous orange banded turtle as his fingers tickled your exposed stomach. Your legs had buckled, hoping to dodge him and run for your life, but you hadn’t accounted for just how fast he could really be when locked in target!

“ MIKEY—NOOOOO! “

You screamed, as if you were a character in a game betrayed by the one they trusted. Which, technically you were. This wasn’t a game, but you were being betrayed by whom you trusted as his hands tickled and tickled and tickled you until all you could do was gasp for air and reach for the sky—ceiling?

The laughter falling from your lips encouraged him. It made he himself laugh—but no, Mikey needed to focus on his attack! He couldn’t laugh so hard that he became weak, like you and your frame which shook with earthquaking giggles right now as your hands tried to hit and push him. That made him laugh even more—you were laughing so hard that your hands were hardly even putting enough pressure to TOUCH him!

That did him in as he rolled over beside you, trembling as he held his stomach.

“ You sounded so sil—pffft—silly! ”

“ Oh YEAH? DID I? ”

Regaining composure, you were quick to flip up over onto him and hold your hands up with a downright DEVIOUS smirk.

And Mikey recognized the fate that was about to be bestowed upon him.

“ Wait—Y/N, hahaha, come oNAAAAAAH! “

Y/N’s hands came down to his sides, beginning their relentless revenge upon their assailant. Their weight on top of him was holding him down effectively.

“ No mercy! “

They cried out evilly, laughing as Mikey’s laughs turned from joy to tickled horror! Free him!

“ Y/N, Y/N PLEASE, I’LL DIE! “

The deviant in your smile slipped away, replaced with a loving smile. The way his eyes were squeezed shut and how his big grin let out the most contagious laughs. The relentless tickle-attack was about to be lifted, but instead you were met by Mikey’s knee slamming into your back accidentally.

“ OUGH! “

“ HH—Y/N! “

Y/N’s body lurched forward from the impact, chest hitting against Mikey’s plastron and their noggin smacking right into his. The clonk sent you both rolling on the floor, opposite of each other and holding your heads. A string of whispered curses left both of your mouths as you squirmed in mutual pain! Who knew that tickling could become so painful for all parties involved?

Amidst your rolling, you both had began settling down, resting on your side and facing each other.

“ Euughhh… “

Mikey and Y/N groan, eyes fluttering open to meet each other’s. The giggles subsided, silence overtaking the two as they searched each other’s eyes for something. Mikey, looking for any pain, maybe even fear or hate for him hurting you. Y/N, looking for any pain, sadness, fear—and possibly even a hint of love. The silence turned into a melody of the two’s laughter, the sounds intertwining, weaving into a jovial harmony. With a few little nudges and scoots, Y/N and Mikey met their noggins once again, this time with a soft affectionate touch instead of a violent thunk. Their hands came together just as lovingly.

“ … “

Y/N’s eyes lowered to where their hands hugged. A content smile met their features, followed by a loving sigh as eyes trailed back to meet the bubbly ones that followed, hand in hand, curious of what had your attention.

“ So? Is the shirt weird on me? I’m not exactly the spitting image of those you normally see wearing this. “

Your eyes escaped, laced with a glint of anxiety and a pinch of discomfort. The fleeing gaze was brought back by Mikey’s hand, stroking your cheek.

“ Everything looks amazing on you, Y/N! “

He leans up, placing a sweet kiss upon your forehead.

“ Do you like it? “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

Surprisingly enough, loving Donnie as much as you do now was not all that hard. If anything, it wasn’t even planned. The hard part was getting him to reciprocate.

You were a school friend of April’s, roped together by the dreaded “Group Project”. Little did you know, this group project soon turned into a “Group-Run-From-Some-Big-Lizard-Mutant-Thing!???” Without skipping a beat, April sent out a little “ help! doing a project with a potential NORMAL HUMAN FRIEND and a mutant has appeared? “

The two of you were saved by four highly impressive men—wait no… no, that’s a turtle? No, a frog? No, no, turtle frog men? No, that can’t be right?

“ Watch out! “

A voice startled your thoughts immediately as metallic arms gave only a second to respond before they yanked you away from the much larger and redder of the four thumping down where you once laid. Your eyes met the cold ones of your savior, who narrowed them with a clicking of his tongue.

“ Maybe you should leave zoning out for when you’re safe?! “

“ Donnie! “

“ Donnie… “

He was scolded by your dearest groupmate, April, and you found yourself parroting the name she said. Now he didn’t seem all that fond of you already!

But, that first impression dissolved over time. Knowing their existence now, you were more inclined to ask April to let you see them. After a few visits, you would even begin going to see them on your own—without her as your safe little guard as you got to know these brothers.

Donnie, though? Now he was who you were most interested in. His lab was where you gravitated towards the most, especially when visiting the lair on your own. Your comfort zone had extended from April’s side to the lab of a rather recluse scientist.

At first it seemed like you were an annoyance—a pain in his neck, maybe even a thorn in his side? That slowly subsided as you came to know not Donnie, but rather Donatello.

Donatello was someone who had quiet kindness, the kind of nice that gets overlooked—unnoticed for a while. Had you compared the lab before your time and to now, you would have noticed easily that some shelves were a bit higher now, and the floors were less cluttered. Memories of you tripping and bonking your head flooded in, followed by the split seconds of worry you caught on the purple-banded turtle that melted into misplaced frustration as you got carted straight out of the room. Then, you had thought it was the last straw, but now? You knew it was simply him getting you away to basically … “ Y/N proof ” the place.

The spark between y’all had grown during one night that had left Donnie completely and utterly vulnerable.

By this point, you had spent so much time with Donnie that you could proudly vocalize your title as “ Assistant Scientist! “ In fact, you were even more proud to say you could always catch the split second smiles on the Great, Genius, Bad-Boy-Who-Never-Smiles Donatello when you entered his lab. The smirks he gave when you connected dots during his scientific spiels, the big-eyed worry he had whenever you made an “ ouch! ” or a “ dang it! “ or any less-favorable expletives, even the stiffness his body had before jumping into action when his eyes caught your frame entering an active battlefield—all of it, you noticed. Donnie was a book you had read cover to cover, many times over.

Maybe part of him had noticed that, too, because you were the one who was reached out to immediately during one particular accident on a solo-patrol.

With feet running so fast that they rivaled that of Hermes and his winged shoes, you clambered desperately down narrow alleyways, cluttered paths, and much-less-worn trails. You were blindly following a help signal sent to your phone by Donnie—it had quite literally spooked you out of bed. I mean, him? Donnie? He of all people? Reaching out to YOU of ALL people? The intrusive thoughts plowing through your brain were increasingly terrifying, fueling your breathless rush to the destination all the more.

With one last glance towards the coordinates, Y/N’s eyes rose to catch their surroundings. A park? They were at a park? What was he doing somewhere like this, this late at night? Under the cloudy moonlit skies, their footsteps crunched autumn leaves until stopping as the faintest of beeping was heard. Then, there was a stomach-turning stench that whisked through you, followed by whimpers hardly louder than the wind itself. Moving closer, Y/N saw a glimpse of purple and rushed around the bushes to find the frame of none other than the Genius Scientist himself, terribly injured and with his battle shell casted away a few feet.

“ Donnie …? “

Y/N whispered, with a voice just as low.

His hand was over his neck, digits trembling upon where the purple tech that encased his shell usually laid. With a sharp inhale, he turned to you with watery eyes that sent tears blurring your vision.

“ You’re, you’re hurt, Donnie, why did you call me? “

You were by his side immediately, his weight leaning into yours as you swiftly yet gingerly hoisted the violet vigilante up with his arm casted across your shoulder.

“ You’re—haaahhh— you’re the only one I trust to do this, ‘Assistant Scientist’ “

His joking behavior—though if it were under any other circumstances, surely a blush would paint your cheeks—was frightening enough, as was the journey back to his lab.

The two of you managed to sneak in under the radar, and when you dropped him to the bed, albeit a bit harshly, you hadn’t missed a single beat with the interrogation.

“ What happened to you? And … ”

Y/N’s eyes glanced to the purple tech through the doorway, laying illuminated by fluorescent fixtures in the center of the lab.

“ and … why was your battle shell so hot? ”

They recalled half an hour earlier as their eyes laid upon the faint red of burns on their fingertips.

Before Donnie’s warning, call—no, beg— to not touch his battle-shell, Y/N’s hands were already grazing the underside of the purple shell before a hissing leapt from their throat as the chilling rush of red-hot warmth nipped at their fingers. Desperation to get him home grew overwhelming as the realization that the scent they caught earlier had been akin to that of … well, you were frightened to complete that thought.

You shook your head, chasing that scary memory away, looking from the shell in the other room back to Donnie. He didn’t seem to want to talk much, so instead you settled for rummaging through his things for medical supplies. After a few moments, you heard him speak up, repeating his statement again with a groan. With a quick glance, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him leaning over in his seated position on the bed’s edge, flashing a weary grin.

“ I meant it, you are the only one I trust to help me with this. “

That night, a few years ago from today, had become a beloved memory for you, despite how much it had your heart racing. It had also become the exact reason why whenever Donnie had solo-patrol, you were always at his side. But, without that frightening night, you wouldn’t be where you are now—on the floor of a particular scientist’s lab, a giggling fit as said genius was relentlessly tickling each sensitive area on your body. Curses slipped your lips as you kicked and flailed, trying desperately to pry his hands away from their main target: your neck.

Did you know just how ticklish necks are? Clavicles, shoulders, but especially the back of your neck.

This assault had begun when the unsuspecting Y/N happily obliged to help look over Donnie’s latest invention. While you weren’t even nearly as intelligent as this literal sentient computer (hell, he might even be smarter than that), you, as the officially appointed “ Assistant Scientist ”, had definitely picked up a thing or two! Enough that you were upgraded to being his reviser, the second pair of eyes that looked over his work. With your guard fully down, your beloved Donatello began his relentless tickling of your neck as you were firmly and lovingly pinned to the floor.

The fit of giggles that erupted from your chest as you thrashed under the weight of the turtle sitting comfortably upon your derrière were quickly taken as his reward.

Weakly, Y/N kicked and squealed as tears pricked their eyes. Their cries grew hoarse and then into quiet gasps and silent laughter as the tears stained their cheeks. The experience had left them so out of it that they hadn’t noticed the tickling ceased until oxygen filled their lungs once more.

“ You, you trai … Let me catch my breath, you—you snuck up on me! Hast thou no honor? No shame? “

Y/N slipped from under their bully, lifting into a cross legged position as the other let out a genuine laugh seldom heard.

“ Hmm, let me check my calculations once more, “

His lips quirked up into an annoying grin as he tapped on the tablet attached to his forearm before his eyes looked up at you—ah, that look, had your heart skipped again? Y/N’s eyes quickly avoided him which only transformed his grin to a victorious one.

“ I am 98% devoid of shame! “

“ Uh-huh, and—pray tell—what about that missing 2%, oh all smart and powerful Sir Donatello? “

“ Realistically speaking, you can never be 100% confident. “

“ Why you—! “

An inaudible squeak erupted the genius as Y/N lunged forward to tickle him back, only to have their hands grabbed swiftly and intertwined in his.

“ Though, I was 100% sure you would try to get revenge. “

“ 100? Check your math because I almost didn’t do it! “

Y/N gave the cheekiest grin, only to have Donnie’s hands wrap around them and pull them flat against his plastron, his hand holding your head against him.

“ But you still did it. “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

“ … “

“ Ah… “

Y/N and Leo stared at each other, then the amalgamation of burnt mush between them, and then back to each other again.

“ On the bright side, we’ll know we aren’t on cooking duty next time? “

Leo cracked a grin before both of you stiffened instantly at the, “ WHO BURNT SOMETHING? “ echoed from across the lab. A fit of giggles escaped you as the blue banded dinner-criminal in front of you uttered a signature “ gyuu “ before tugging your frame through a quickly made portal as you two made your escape!

While running along the rooftops with an exhausting amount of stamina, leaping down into his arms whenever there was a jump a little too high for your legs to comfortably hop down, and laughing out what little oxygen was left in your lungs here and there, an important memory swirled to the forefront.

See, when it came to loving Leo, you never expected to be charmed by someone so …

Infuriating?

Sure, that sounded right. When you appeared into the brothers’ lives, it had happened at a Jupiter Jim movie showing. You and them were the only folks in the theatre, since it was a rerun of a previous movie that seemed to not be as much of a fan favorite. While you were the perfect example of how one should behave in a theatre, these rowdy brothers were quite the opposite.

Highly vocal about their disagreements with stuff in the movie, popcorn exploding in the air as they dramatically reacted to plot twists—like come on! How many years has this movie been out? No way they hadn’t seen it, what, did they live under a rock for god's sake?! But what really marked the line in the sand was when the beloved climax of the story came, one that had the most beautiful colors and framing you could ever see in any other movie.

On the edge of your seat, awaiting the dazzling display, the four brothers erupted from their seats and cheered louder than the movie’s volume. Each time you tried to look around them, it seemed almost too planned how they managed to cover your desperate gaze.

“ UGH! ENOUGH, YOU—“

Y/N yelled out in boiling anger, pointing towards them with a spiel on “ just how unruly they were ” prepared, but their throat seemed to dry up instantly when their faces all turned to them, revealing faces that just weren’t human.

The first of you all to respond and approach was a boy obscured by a blue beanie and scarf. He flashed a shaky grin and gave a polite bow with the nerdiest voice.

“ We apologize for being so rowdy, and I hope our snazzy turtle costumes aren’t spooking you too much! “

The fading memory brought a smile as Y/N dropped into Leo’s arms once more, walking hand in hand on the rooftop. He cracked an unknowing grin at your smile, and you squeezed his hand before letting go and walking towards the railing to gaze up at the sky.

“ Remember when we first met, Leo? “

“ Psh, yeah, at that Jupiter Jim showing of my favorite movie ever? You were completely enchanted by me, how could I forget? “

“ What? Enchanted?! “

Y/N sputtered out a laugh, whisking around to lock eyes with their love.

“ I was not enchanted, I was annoyed! You and your brothers were being disruptive and then you tried to pass off as cosplayers. “

With a snort, they turned back around and looked up at the stars. Y/N leaned against the railing, elbow as weight and head resting in their open palm. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the two now, likely with Leo trying to figure out some witty comeback to combat that with. A few thoughts crossed your head, figuring out if you should speak again or continue in this quiet moment beneath the stars—rather romantic in and of itself already, if you did say so yourself. This made you smirk for a second, shaking your head before deciding on the perfect thing to say next.

“ I would say I’m enchanted now, though. “

“ … “

The silence was not comfortable this time—honestly it was more awkward than anything you could imagine experiencing at this second— so with a tilt of your head, looking over your shoulder, there was a star-struck ninja illuminated by moon’s light. His eyes looked through yours with a warm kindness that felt like home. It took everything in you to not break this silence, wishing to stare into those eyes forever. Alas, embarrassment under such a loving gaze resulted in you nervously stuttering out your words, contemplating on turning back to the sky.

“ He-Hey, you okay? Are you good? “

“ You’re so important to me. “

“ Whuh— “

Snaking around your waist were his arms, snug against your frame as his chin rested on your shoulder. Your face flushes as your bashful gaze returns to the sky, catching a star here and there. A gentle kiss was pressed upon your cheek, resulting in you loosening against him and giving a content smile. With your head against his plastron and the stars captivating you in what could’ve been an absolutely romantic moment, there was the mischievous smirk that went unnoticed.

Leo pulled away slowly, his hands resting upon your hips.

“ I’m only doing it ‘cause you’re too cute. “

“ What? “

In merely a second, his fingers snaked under your shirt and tickled your sides relentlessly. A screech escaped your lips as you struggled and squirmed away, only to be held in place by one of his arms while the other continued tickling you.

“ LE—HHH—LEO PLEAAAAAAAH! STAH—STOP IT! DEMON! DEEEEEEMOOOOOONNN!! “

The two of you plunged to the ground from your frantic kicking, the blue culprit laughing all too hard while you struggled to cry for help between heavy inhales, sucking air in before your traitorous laughter emptied you all over again.

“ LEEEEEE—-!!!! “

Soon, Y/N’s struggling slowed down out of exhaustion until the two laid upon the rooftop with scattered giggles and chuckles. You wiped away tears from your eyes, rolling away from Leo with a playful shove and a glare that said, “ don’t you dare do that again or else! “ He flashed you puppy eyes, holding out his arms to beckon you on back.

So, of course you left him hanging for a bit, watching as he pouted—all a ruse, of course! Don’t be fooled!! And you weren’t, you stood your ground until he simply muttered a “ c’mere “ and pulled you back over to him. Head resting on his shoulder, his own hand pulling yours to rest on his plastron, and now you both look up at the sky where gray clouds fly by ever so slowly upon the navy blue landscape, illuminated by a full moon. The two of you basked in its gentle glow. Silence wrapped its arms around you both, allowing the beeps and distant shouts of the below New York world to supply ambiance.

“ So, do you think Mikey’s found our mess? “

“ Think? “

Leo tilted his head to you, confident in his next response,

“ I wouldn’t be surprised to see him swinging over from right over there. “

His finger pointed at the rooftop across from the one you laid on. A snort escaped you at the image of an angry Mikey booking it towards you both.

But, for now there was no angry brother in the distance hunting you down—well, that you knew of at least, so you settled for snuggling closer against his shoulder with a little tremble (which went unnoticed, as his arms hugged you tightly for a second then loosened, his hand moving to rub your arm fast enough to generate some heat!)

Once more, silence blanketed you both as a game of “ I spy ” and “ What Shape is the Cloud ” ensued.

Said silence was broken as y’all pointed up and screamed,

“ THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE JUPITER JIM?! ”

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Revenant 6

Previous - Next

Blessing you with my favourite edit rn

Na’vi!Colonel Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader

PLEASE READ I'm deciding whether to add 'cat behaviours' to the Avatar/Na'vi people, such as blinking slowly when calm, purring and scenting (It just fits ykwim ) lmk what u think >

Warnings >~< = just colonel’s sensitive nose :))

'We'll send a smaller squad, we'll cover more ground that way.' The Colonel pointed to each member of his crew, watching as they all nodded before walking off to gear up.

He then turned to Spider, who was sat looking out the window gazing over the water.

Within a few steps, he was beside the boy - his own eyes now watching the waves below move rhythmically.

'We'll be leaving for the villages soon.' He stated cooly.

He watched in the reflection of the glass as Spider nodded but stayed silent.

He contemplated reaching out and seeing what was keeping him so quiet before remembering he had one more person to inform.

Someone who was snoozing away in the back room and practically dead to the world.

Turning away without another word, the Colonel walked briskly from the main room and down the hall.

You were in the very few rooms that were completely sealed off, small vents on the ceiling that let in breathable air. Loosening the mask around his neck, he pressed on the keypad and waited for the door to slide open.

He kept his footsteps quiet as he walked into the considerable colder room, carefull to not startle you.

He furrowed his eyebrows when his eyes landed on you, curled up and under the table.

He could barely see you from where he stood, the table shielding you from his tall view but he could see your legs and tail tucked under you, your waist up hidden.

Stepping closer and placing a hand on the table, he bend down to look at you better.

Your face was almost angelic, the skin smooth and stress free - you were peaceful. He had only seen you like this one other time - when you were on the helicopter, talking to the creatures in the cool water below.

He hated how beautiful you looked, how your sleeping figure made something twist in his chest, body aching to protect you in your vulnerable state.

He assured himself that nothin' had changed. While you were new and fascinating, you were also temporary. Once you had done your job and Jake Sully was broken beneath his fist, you'd be gone.

You'd be back home and away from him.

He pushed down the scowl that began to tug on his lips, gently clapping his hand against the table above to wake you up.

He watched as your ears flattened at the noice before your eyes opened and peered up at him, hooded and lazy as your looked over his features gently.

You didn't tense or hiss and the Colonel couldn't help but smirk.

Clearly his 'lesson' had worked.

'What' you doin' under there?' He glanced at the table before looking back at your still resting figure. You had made no move to get away from him, content where you were.

'Safe.' You nodded, your mouth opening into a yawn as you stretched your arms out in front of you.

'Fair enough.' He breathed, watching as you proceeded to stretch out each limb, tail moving behind you gentley - bandage still compressing it.

'How's the tail?' He prodded, moving to sit on his hunches next to you, hand still on the table for balance.

You looked back it at, flicking it gently before blessing him with your stare once more.

'Better.' You moved to sit up slightly, resting against the leg of the table and turning your body to him.

The Colonel's eyes then dropped to your arm, two sewed up gashes on it. After yesterdays..events - he had called in a doctor and demanded you be taken care of.

Luckily, it wasn't your first time having stitches done, however the doctor still used numbing cream, not wanting you to react violently to the painful area being handled.

The Colonel almost laughed when you fell asleep during the procedure, you couldn't care less.

'We're moving out soon..' He started, slowly moving his other hand closer to your injured arm.

When you didn't pull away, he grasped your arm - rotating to make sure you hadn't busted your stitches open in your sleep.

'Hopefully we'll cover more ground since it’ll just be my team.' He spoke, feeling your eyes on him but only focusing on your arm in his grip.

'Understand?'

He looked up as he dropped your arm, green eyes light and focused as they looked into yours.

You nodded slowly, looking away when his gaze grew too much for you. You were always taught to to never make eye contact with someone higher than you, out of respect. Or fear..

You watched as he leaned back and stood up, offering his hand.

Inhaling quickly to collect yourself, you put your hand in his - feeling his large fingers wrap around yours and tug you up.

Ducking your head, you got onto your feet - his hand supporting you while you found your balance.

You tried to ignore the loss of warmth when you let go.

Looking up, you tilted your head when you saw the Colonels ears were flat, nose flared and eyes looking to the wall opposite.

Your stomach dropped as his demeanour changed, questioning yourself about whether you had done something wrong..tucking your hands to your chest and moving back.

'You need to change.'

No, the Colonel wasn't expecting the sudden whiffs of sweetness to attack his nose, crawling their way down to his very core.

He could still smell you, your clothes hoarding your scent that seemed to fill the air - It had completely thrown him off track.

He felt the pool of saliva gather in the bottom of his mouth as he remembered what it felt like to have your taste dance on his tongue.

'Stay here.' He grunted, turning away from your confused figure and punching the numbers in the keypad - waiting for the door to open and introduce any scent that wasn't your intoxicating slick.

...

You tugged at the baggy clothes that rubbed uncomfortably against your legs, the skin not used to being covered so much.

They were the same colour and style as what the soldier’s around you wore.

‘Same drill as before! Groups of two, never turn your back to anyone but your partner, copy?!’

Your ears flicked as a series of ‘Yes Sir’s left everyone mouths, all except for you and Spider - who was stood next to you, arms crossed.

'Spider your with Z-dog and..you.' You grasped your hands together, finger playing with each other as the Colonel looked over his shoulder at you, eyes sharp.

'You're with me.' You nodded before looking down, the ships roof cold against your bare feet.

'Move out!'

In no time, everyone was in the air except for you and the Colonel - the roaring of the Ikran sending goosebumps over you skin.

You stood unsure as you watched the Colonel climb the giant beast, the job effortless for him as he settled himself.

Swallowing your nerves, you stepped closer - fighting the urge to hiss back as the overgrown lizard growled at you.

'I promise, he ain' so bad.' You looked up at the Colonel who was staring down at you, the side of his mouth upturned at your timid steps.

Nodding and taking a deep breath, you crossed over to him - hands shaking as you placed one on the shoulder of the Ikran.

You froze as the beast turned it's head to you, nose sniffing the air when you stood.

Huffing out, the Colonel rolled his eyes before swooping his arm down and wrapping it around you midsection - lifting you clean off the floor and down in front of him.

You took a second to slip your legs down either side of the Ikran, face warming at how close you were to the Colonel, his legs pressed up behind yours.

'See?' He hooked his chin over your shoulder while you tried to figure out how to breathe properly.

'Y.yes.' You spoke quietly, unsure of where to place your hands and opting to just laying them flat against the base of the creatures neck.

'So long as you behave, we won't have any problems.' Were the Colonels last words before he urged the Ikran of the side of the ship, it's wings spreading out of either side of you.

You gasped at the sudden drop and rush of wind, eyes screwing shut and ears flat.

The Colonel laughed, his chest bumping against your back before directing you both in the same direction as the group, who had been waiting and watching.

...

'Does he have a name?' You turned slightly, the Colonel already watching you quietly.

This was the first time you had ever poked him for a conversation.

'Does he need one?' He asked, genially curious as he ran his hand down the side of the his Ikran.

He hadn't thought about it.

Your laugh made him freeze, the sound still new to him.His ears pricked up, eager to hear it again.

'Sky people..' You mumbled as you shook your head, moving further forward before shifting your hips sideways - seeing his figure behind you in a better view

'Your bond is sacred, you can feel everything he feels. This is no pet, he is connected to you.' You spoke softly, connecting with his eyes before looking out at the landscape beside you.

'I think that deserves him a name.'

Cautiously, you took your hand and gently gripped his braid - fingers running over the ribbed hair as you moved down to where the two where connected.

The beast rumbled below you as you slid along their bond and down it's make shift rein.

For once, the Colonel was left speechless. He had no response or comeback to give. He just stared at the slope of your neck, your hair gently blowing in the wind.

Your touch had left him starved, the tips of your fingers having a much bigger effect on him then he ever wanted to and ever will admit.

'You never told me yours..' He trailed off.

You looked down, almost gasping when his hands slid around you and griped the banshees's reins, one hand pressed along side yours.

'Hm?' He hummed, sliding in the tiniest bit closer behind you.

To others, it looked like nothing more than the Colonel getting better hold of his Ikran - and you trying to secure yourself.

But you both knew otherwise..

'____' You spoke quietly, goosebumps raising when you felt his breath on your neck, your body alive and screaming at you.

'Miles.' He responded and your chin tilted towards where he was leaned over your shoulder. But you didn't say anything, you didn't need to.

'Colonel Miles Quaritch.' You saw him nod once out of your peripheral, your mouth forming a quiet 'oh.'

'Sky people have too many titles.' You smiled when you heard Miles chuckle quietly to himself at your words.

I wrote the end of this while listening to cigarettes after sex, sorry it was so sappy lol

Part 7

Kofi <3

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tsams-and-co-memes · 25 days

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LAES Lunar Canon Info

Updated - 4/23/24

Lunar's likes:

Sour skittles, Smarty’s, and chewy chips ahoy

Beanbags

Things that glow in the dark

Metal music, as long as it’s still intelligible

Peaches and bananas

Comic books

Spider lily flowers

Space and astrology related things

Making an entrance

Spigot

Uncrustables

Kingdom Hearts

Anything sugary

Chainsaw Man

Sushi

Making himself smaller for other people

Coffee (it's implied that he rarely, if ever, gets it though)

Tekken 8

Penguins

Friday Night Funkin

Lunar's dislikes:

The ocean

Putting ice in his drinks

The color red

History. In his words, history sucks and is like the worst subject in school

The color yellow

Football

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

The creator

Jack

Miscellaneous:

If Lunar gets too scared, he WILL cry

Unlike his brothers, he can eat food

When he is upset, anxious, tense, or getting scared, he makes a high pitched squeak sound that’s almost the equivalent of a whimper, but it sounds like a creaky door

His voice box has a concert hall sort of effect, in which a lot of reverb is added to whatever he says. There’s also another special function that lets him sound like he’s talking on an old radio station

He’s very sassy

He was originally made of nanomachines, before he was blown up by Eclipse

His birthday is August 11th

If he could have a pet, it’d be a chinchilla

He prefers showers over baths

He likes to act more childlike, although he himself is actually an adult

He has a habit of saying things that are very out of pocket

Lunar is slightly colorblind

He has weather based powers– namely wind and lightning

One of Lunar’s favorite games is Bloons TD6

His memory isn’t very good

Lunar doesn't wake up immediately and is groggy for a bit in the morning. He also screams every morning to help himself wake up more. His "wake up scream" also helps motivate him, too

It's implied that he watches Phineas and Ferb

He cleans himself via taking a sponge and scrubbing the metal parts of himself

Monty did design Lunar with the capability to change his clothes

Lunar's a sleep talker

Lunar can't read cursive, while Earth can

Lunar gets into a lot of trouble with small animals

When Lunar gets angry enough, he sounds more like Moon

Lunar can control wind, lightning, and heat (weather in general)

He's good at math

He occasionally eavesdrops on Earth’s therapy sessions with people if he finds the person attending interesting at all

Lunar doesn't know how to read Morse code

Lunar's comfort food is chips, and he eats them when stressed

When Lunar had a tail, his tail apparently was sensitive

Lunar's not good at rhythm games

Lunar has a stomach hatch that opens sideways like a cabinet door

Lunar sometimes makes the kids dance in the daycare. He even dances with them

#laes #tlaes #the lunar and earth show #tlaes lunar #lunar and earth show lunar #lunar and earth show #laes lunar #canon info

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Rp facts :D ( it’s so long )

so wanna share some lore with you guys about the big guy spider ^^

Spider: Miguel’s wild,instinct driven side of his brain that comes out. Tell tale signs that it’s him is the retinas changing black and red.Originally they were pure white when he first woke up from the machine that spliced them together in the machine. The spider that was spliced into him, was an experimental one that had a few other spiders in its dna. Wolf spider,jumping spider, and another spider (I already forgot the other one lol). One of the spiders were female.. which means he’s 1/5 female XD!

Originally, they couldn’t talk. like AT ALL! the first word they spoke before Miguel “woke up” was AAAAAROOOOOONN” (comic lore ovo). It was found out that it comes out when Miguel is stressed,hurt,overwhelmed, or upset. (Fun)

It learned speech by listening to everyone around it. The way it talks, it has a speech impediment. The S and Ts are snake sounding or hiss like. Which is the contrast how Miguel talks. When the serum doesn’t work right (it gets blown through very quickly if it’s angered too much), it gets a little.. quirky ( rip Bowe’s jewls). And speech becomes harder for them before they just make spider noises like they originally did or tapping in spider. But when that happens he just shortens everyone’s names to nicknames to make it easier. (Furry spider >:3) the nicknames are either what it sees,touches,or color. Like Lyla. She’s orange lady. myla is purple guy.

It likes building nests. It’s for resting or protecting himself or others (vi and others he said he was sorry-)

collecting things is another instinct that it has,where it stores objects (or people) in webs and guards it.

The spider purr.. it’s more like vibrations but think of it as a cat

The beans.. he has beans because yes.

Its fears are about the same as Miguel’s but its true fear: Cicadas. ( COUGH BOWE COUGH)

It CANT WORK TECHNOLOGY! like it’s the embodiment of “WAIT SPONGEBOB WERE NOT CAVEMEN! WE HAVE TECHNOLOGY! * smashes computer with rock* it didn’t work”

But it figured out how to mimic Miguel in that aspect. It just taps things to the equivalent of button mashing to work stuff and hopes and prays it works. If not,it just throws it.

and just like Miguel. It hates loud noises. No they aren’t a venom varient (although their dna was scanned to make Spider side( more comic lore woo!)

It HATES needles. Alchamax also. And it’s very light sensitive and sound sensitive, so loud sounds for them and Miguel are a NO (no there not a venom but carnage made sound hell)

Rats. He really likes rats. They were his friends in captivity, and they trust them. But sometimes they wind up eating them if they’re mean (ah nature).. don’t be surprised if Miguel gifts you a rat or names them,that’s just how spider is

Now for a really cute nicknames he gave Gabe that might never be used because nobody wanted them to reunite (granted I originally planned on him dying but now i want him and Miggy back together) : Gab Gab and the other nickname: Goggles

And funny thing: the red dot 🔴 chasing was him because it looked like a smaller bug (cat code)

and the kneading.. spiders knead (I think)

Now the question: if there are things invading the body ( carnage,venom,sickness,ect) what happens? Well if the invasive things in the body are alive, then spider either “hides” away and the “personality” takes over,or he winds up bonding with them. Poor Miguel though..

Now if it’s sickness. They do what Miguel does: ignore it until it can’t be ignored.

that’s all for now on spider.. sorry it’s its long lol

#into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spider person #lore dump #lore post

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Some of my favorite Autistic Elvers for Autism awareness month

Autistic headcannons below cut

Turgon:

He lines up everything according to color, from his buildings to his food to his books (especially his sketchbooks), repeats most of the things he says at least one time, will go into an eight hour rant about how amazing architecture is if anyone asks a question that just touched it. He has secured routes in his house and other places he is at a lot and is determined to walk precisely there. You can usually see what his route is if there´s a carpet where he walks as it´s usually worn down to almost look like footprints.

He doesn´t handle change well and usually shows his stress and dislike for a situation with silence and glaring.

Caranthir:

He will have a breakdown if something in his plans changes or something unexpected happens, he also cares a lot about how the clothes he wears feel, not necessarily how it looks, and will deny eating something if he doesn't like the texture or color of it. He does math, weavers, and embroidery in his free time.

He likes Maedhros the most as he´s the most understanding of his brothers and doesn´t always ask why he´s reacting differently than others to some situations and when he was smaller and there where too much noise Maedhros would hold his hands over his ears for him so he could stim in peace, and if he ran away from a situation Maedhros would always come check on him, not necessarily talk just be there if needed.

People sometimes calls him cold or cruel as he isn´t good at finding out how other people feel or care, this is unintentional, he does want to care he just finds it hard, if he hasn´t met you yet he really could care less about you and when he hates someone, he goes full on.

Also when Caranthir gets happy he gets really happy and feels the need to tell everyone about it and why, no matter if it´s simply a servant or a good friend or brother.

He needs everything to be precise and when eating he has rules, like how to cut an apple in the same way each time, cut all the food out in the same sizes before he'll even try it eat it, the same way he needs to put on clothes in a specific order.

Maeglin:

He always wears gloves as he doesn´t like the feeling of most surfaces, he knows all there is to know about stones, minerals, and crystals. Sensitive to sound but especially light, Rog makes him a pair of sunglasses when they´re done being wary of each other.

Like Caranthir when he gets happy he does it on another level, although he doesn´t feel the need to tell it to everyone like Moryo does, but a few trusted ones should know.

Maeglin also feels the need to do almost everything in a specific order. He also has to think about every movement of his body himself so it´s not instinct reaching for a glass but taking the energy to get a glass fill it etc, which of course leaves him sometimes using more energy than he has and becoming extremely tired.

Lindir:

He has a whole wall in his room dedicated to flutes, harps, and insects. Everything is bug themed. His social skill is very poor and sometimes he will leave mid in a conversation, just turning around with no explanation, he also goes into small episodes sometimes where he refuses to talk for a few days, that´s mostly triggered if something stressful happens.

Lindir, like Maeglin, has to think about every movement of his body himself so it´s not instinct reaching for a glass but taking the energy to get a glass fill it etc, which makes him tired.

Elrond:

Like Caranthir he can have a breakdown if something doesn´t go as planned or if something comes up he´s unprepared for, he has problems forming longer sentences, unless it´s something he´s interested in and will stare the person he talks with deep into the eyes while fidgeting something, unintentional creepy.

Maedhros once gave him a small yellow sack filled with sand to fidget with, it breaks somewhere in the second age and he has a big breakdown, Gil-galad makes him a new one, first of blue which Elrond won't use, and later one of a jaffa orange he does use.

He won't wear anything that´s not yellow or orange toned and had a lot of breakdowns when he was smaller if the clothes, and sometimes bedding, weren't the right color or if someone pulled his hair away from his face as he used it to stim. He fills Rivendell with as much brown, orange, yellow, and red as he can get away with.

He is highly fascinated by any living organism, be it animal or plant. He does tend to sometimes, unintentionally, hurt people emotional as he finds it hard to feel with other people. He gets easily distracted.

Elrond, like Caranthir and Maeglin, gets hyper happy when he´s happy and would like to tell everyone he likes why he´s happy.

Like Lindir he goes into periods where he doesn´t speak, although there needs to be something more triggering happening than there would with Lindir. Like the third kinslaying or Ereinion´s dead.

Elrond feels the same as Maeglin and Lindir when having to move his body/do something wich means using a lot of energi and being some of the reason he´s tired a lot of the time.

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 1 year

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In your opinion what’s the most slept on snake/lizard for each beginner/intermediate/advanced keeper group?

Ooh, fun question!!

Beginner: not nearly enough people know the joys of Russian ratsnakes. They're absolute delights. Rats have a bad repuation for beginners because they can be very sassy babies, but Russian rats stand out as very mild-mannered and polite snakes. They're great options for beginners! My own Russian rat, Jojo, has been an absolute delight since the day I brought him home. Plus, they're absolute gorgeous!

Intermediate: so, I honestly think ball pythons, despite being super common pet snakes, are slept on for intermediate level keepers. I'll argue they're kind of rubbish first snakes because they're so finicky and sensitive - they're easy to get wrong and they will not eat if you get their husbandry wrong, so they wind up being very stressful for lots of beginners. Intermediate level keepers, though...at that level, you can have an absolute blast with these snakes!

Also, Dumeril's boas. It's a crime they're as unpopular as they are. They're often smaller than boa constrictors, but they're fun and spunky and generally great!

Advanced: if you're an advanced-level keeper and you don't have a short-tailed python...like, literally what are you doing. You can keep these at the intermediate level but it's my experience that (much like with ball pythons and beginners) advanced-level keepers tend to have a better time because these guys can be sensitive and temperamental. But they're AWESOME! I just lost my awesome big blood python Frankie a few years ago and the only reason I don't have another yet is because he was a rescue and I'm waiting for one I can rescue in his memory. If you're at the advanced level and you're on the fence about a short-tailed python - they're awesome and really not as snappy as their bad reptuation would have you believe. Don't get me wrong, they are snappy, and their body language can be tough to read, but if you treat them with respect and appreciation they're some of the best snakes you could ever own.

#not a rating

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I know you did astrological charts and the birthdays of the Cullens a while back (btw I want to see an updated version in case your opinions changed becuz mine have lol) but I'm pondering those of Bella, Edward, and Jacob. (Also if Ren was a "normal" pregnancy what could her sign be?) I know canon has them as Virgo, Gemini, and Capricorn respectively, but I feel like at least one of those signs isn't very accurate. I'm especially conflicted about Jacob as I did research on the 12 signs but it didn't connect. Your thoughts? Any new headcanons for the main trio and/or the Cullens?

I don't really know enough about the common traits of the signs off the top of my head to say. I'm not so much an astrology girl in real life, but I think it's fun in fiction as a tool to help flesh out a character. Pick a birthday and look up the astrological traits and pick some of those for your character, etc. Or, to work backwards when the author didn't give any of the major secondary characters birthdays to try and pick one for them based on traits. That's sort of how I settled on Feb 18 for Carlisle. We knew he "recently" had a birthday when Bella visits the house in March, so his birthday would be presumably in March or the later half of February. Feb 18th puts him on the cusp of humanitarian Aquarius and compassionate Pisces so that seemed like a good fit.

I think Virgo broadly works for Bella; they're practical, useful, hardworking, can be judge-y and perfectionistic. They aren't super creative or artistic, but they get stuff done but are prone to stress for all the pressure they put on themselves.

Edward's a Gemini (Jun 20) but on the cusp with Cancer, so he could have traits of both. From one website: "Gemini-Cancer cusps are playful, sensitive, romantic, and intelligent. They're highly perceptive and are more emotional and sentimental than they outwardly seem." I mean other than maybe playful (he has his moments but overall takes everything Super Seriously) that's not a terrible surface description of our vampire Romeo.

Jacob's a Capricorn (Jan 14). In descriptions I see a lot of words like persistent and loyal, which works. Negative traits like arrogant and controlling, which could fall into his post-wolfening character shift I guess. They aren't conventionally romantic but show affection and love with smaller gestures. He's not saying Bella is his life now or his life has no meaning without her, but he gives her candy hearts and warm sodas and spends time with her when she needs his sunny presence.

If I could assign a different birthday to one of the three it would probably be Jacob. I could definitely see him as more of Leo; loyal, a natural leader, generous, charming, talkative (telling Bella the secret history like, right away). I think that might fit his original sunny personality better?

Renesmee would probably have been born in late April or early May if she had been the product of a typical human pregnancy based on some rough dates I threw into a pregnancy calculator. That would make her a Taurus (like me!). Stubborn, dependable, set in their ways, appreciates the good things in life, gentle until riled, maybe with an artistic streak. I don't think I'm a very good Taurus example (the whole hedonistic thing is not me, lmao), but maybe Nessie would have been? I see some common traits with Virgo, which might complicate the mother-daughter relationship in the future. Sometimes people who are too similar don't get along well (looking at you, Rosalie and Edward).

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yarugawitch · 7 months

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Nnoitra/reader: Non-specific SFW and NSFW headcanons

Copied from my main acc. Was originally a request. As I said in the original post I think I was a bit dry because imo the dynamic with him heavily depends on the circumstances so you can always leave a request for something more specific or for AU headcanons :3c

>Masterpost

SFW:

He'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure

He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real. Nnoitra is like an aggressive cat that yearns for affection with this one. He keeps you at arm's length and even though it's obvious he wants something - trying to get close when he's not ready will result in a nasty scratch

Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.

Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"

Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow

The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats

I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"

Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time

Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still

NSFW (heavily afab leaning)

Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is

The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact

As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft

I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH

So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top he would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat

Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and would comment on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous

I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this? but he also shows affection this way

The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know

I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes

#nnoitra gilga/reader #nnoitra/reader #nnoitra gilga x reader #nnoitra x reader

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tftword · 7 months

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Oh I’m sorry, I should have clarified. Just some tickle headcanons without reader, if you don’t mind. If anything else is unclear, I’ll be happy to clear it up:)

Will do! I ♡ stupid names, and I'm so so sorry this took so long

Megs, starscream, breakdown and knockout (I'm gonna put them as one, for them I'll only do separate if requested, so if you request one, some HC will include the other unless requested otherwise or you want separate) I have a soundwave request so I'm gonna save him for that!

MEGS

Almost always a ler, unless it comes to bots who near his strength, soundwave or shockwave (I've read predacking but I don't really know so I'm not gonna put it here, and I'm not truly sure with shockwave)

He's found that when he's restless, beating lower bots doesn't get him any closer to beating the autobots or offline-ing Optimus, he's found that tickling is also a good way to get that restless energy out, and it's almost just as torturous.

Bots who run get shorter but no more merciless tickles, if you run and get at least some of that restless energy out, it may only cut it by a couple minutes but that matters alot, and no matter what, he IS catching whatever bot that tries to run.

He generally enjoys the chase aswell, makes the anticipation that much worse, and he's like a freaking animal, so chasing his prey makes him feel good.

HE HAS CLAWS.

He is relentless, what's that? You can't take anymore? Sooo.... 20 more minutes at least

He is smart about how he tickles, will go from torturously slow to quick, from quick tickling to even faster tickling right on your death spot

Rarely, when he's a lee, it will always be in a tickle fight, he refuses to be a full lee.

His laugh is loud and full, I personally believe it's not breathy or wheezy, but very gravelly and full.

Starscream

Lee, he is a lee (but when he's not he's a devious ler)

Says he isn't ticklish, but if you even wiggle your fingers at him he will be blue as breakdown (energon blush, I'm still struggling with that type of stuff)

Same as megs, those primus forsaken flustering claws

Whiny loud begging laugh

Will BEG you to stop before you've even begun

If you praise him as you tickle him, compliment his laughter, say how well he's taking it, he will screech, he loves it, but it makes him way to flustered

He actually loves being tickled but will never admit it, he's to scared people will tease or take advantage of it (cough cough megs and ko)

He will make himself smaller in any lee situation, like he does when in trouble with megs

When he's stressed or just in a cocky a-hole mood he will tickle seekers or vehicons, being higher power than them and not having to fear payback.

When he does want to be tickled, on that rare occasion he'll act more like a brat, this normally gets him wrecked by ko, megs and surprisingly, soundwave.

His wings, like most seekers, are SUPER sensitive, to have him squirming and a giggling mess, just brush your fingers lightly against his wings, if you want to torture him and get squeaks and yelps, lightly drag your nails (or claws) across his wings, he will die and beg for mercy

Tickling is best starscream punishment

Kobd

They are both switches but normally attack as lets together

They mainly team up on starscream, but rarely they will try and tickle soundwave to get some sort of reaction (the only reaction they've gotten is getting wrecked for hours)

Knockout tickles breakdown more often

Breakdown will buff or polish a little harder to tickle knockout, it gets the cutest surprised squeaks and yelps, but always ends with breakdown apologizing and begging for mercy as he's getting absolutely WRECKED by his loving (somewhat but very lightly in a more teasing way) sadistic partner.

Breakdown when tickling someone he cares about will say genuine flustering compliments, when knockout will be the biggest tease known to botkind

Breakdown is the restraints while knockout uses his long nimble CLAWS (this is really teasing my lee mood rn ):<. ) to get the in-between the armor spots. Breakdown is most likely using one hand to hold said lees arms up with one hand while using the other to squeeze around.

Whenever knockout gets worked up over his paint job or gets a very large mark and need to get the stuff to buff it out and is having a mini breakdown (haha lol,) breakdown will try everything in the book, and last call tickling knockout til he feels better

THEY LOVE CHEER UP TICKLES, YOU CANT TELL ME IM WRONG

I'm sorry if I'm missing other characters, I'm only at season one, on my request list I show what season I'm at, so I won't be able to do all requests accurately for where you are, but for where I am.

#sfw tickling #transformers #transformers prime #transformers prime tickle #tfp tickle #tfp #tfp megatron #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #tfp starscream

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Disclaimer: as always, the emotional descriptions of Mike do not require self-awareness. I stand with my belief that he is a knee-jerk, don’t-look-for-explanations emotional reaction kinda guy, at least up until the van scene.

Thinking about how Mike has actually barely distanced Will at all. He has always been the same with Will, really....In private. It wasn’t always in private, but I think the more Mike’s feelings develop, the more he feels like he needs to keep his relationship with Will in the shadows almost entirely to remain in the closet. As if their entire relationship is intrinsically romantic and therefore would expose him somehow with the slightest of intimacy (he’s always shown with Will) just because there is now some different feeling behind it. This also explains his increasing sensitivity in fights to say things from “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls” (sexuality to comment) to “We’re friends! We’re friends!” (comment on the nature of their relationship) when no one was questioning otherwise. He may genuinely believe that increasingly smaller details about their relationship are inherently romantic without realizing that he feels this way because he is feeling romantically about them.

In season 1, the little we got was “It was a 7″ and the hug in the hospital: one private, one public.

In season 2, we got a lot of opportunities for very intimate, private moments, but also a fairly public nonromantic confession of love in the shed.

In season 3, though, it started to shift. Mike and Will had that intimacy in the movie theatre when whispering and sitting separately. And their fight, to an extent, is a result of Will’s de-prioritization to Mike when El is present or focal. It is even a direct result of the developing pattern while they’re broken up of El even being the focus during Will’s time with him - which has already been shortened and his own one-on-one time made near-nonexistent because of Mike’s time alone with El. Will’s fears of their friendship ending come from the fact that their only quality time is now in group settings - in which specifically he is second to El. They make up - or rather Will drops it - when they reform as a whole group. But in that group setting again, Mike still has more focus on El than Will for the remainder of the season - with a small, sweet moment when they’re alone together at the end, talking about Will not joining another party, and Mike and Will able to hug tightly as the Byers say goodbye.

During the time in between season 3 and 4, Mike keeps in touch with El but is unable to with Will - maintaining that exchange of presences even long distance. His aforementioned “sensitivity” also increases to the point of not hugging Will at the airport in public - despite him being completely comfortable hugging others we know he thinks of platonically in episode 1 (so gee I wonder what the difference could be). He gives him minimal attention outside of the socks comment (but notice I said gives him minimal attention, because he pays attention to him just fine as we find out when he lists Will’s behavior throughout the day). They fight. Then Mike doesn’t really interact with anyone all day. (He also ignores Will at breakfast - but I chock that up more to stress and concern for El, plus Jonathan was present then.). But what happens the first time in the season we see them truly alone together? Emotional intimacy. Mike is still cold in a similar way to how he was at breakfast, but he opens up about it until Jonathan comes in. And then (note: also with El’s absence so he only has to balance one of them again), he and Will’s dynamic is pretty normal while talking to Jonathan for the rest of the time. (There’s also a solid chance that he is more sensitive around El as well - whether it be fear with her as a witness specifically OR fear that people will notice that he treats Will the same way he treats his girlfriend and have her right there as direct comparison. So now, with El gone, he may feel a bit more comfortable to return at least to talking. I mean, silent treatment would honestly be more suspicious). The next time we see them alone together, Mike comes into his room and closes the door (Jonathan came in last time: more privacy) and again: emotional intimacy. To skip ahead, basically we get almost exclusively one on one interactions from them for the rest of the season with Mike much more comfortable with them, likely out of realizing he needed to prioritize this is or he would lose Will, leading up to having one in a car with both Jonathan and Argyle (maybe a little too comfortable, Mike: Jonathan noticed).

So, though there’s been a lot of weirdness. It’s all either been in public or a resulting fight of the weirdness in public. Alone together, Mike has always felt safe being intimate with Will. I think this speaks to the fact that unlike some GA have speculated, he isn’t/wouldn’t be uncomfortable with the idea of Will having a crush on him. All evidence supporting that is immediately contradicted by his deep comfort with Will when the only difference is a lack of witnesses. It isn’t a concern for Will’s reaction. It’s a concern for witnesses’ reactions. That’s what he has to tackle next. His heteronormativity is still scaring him. And he’s gotten to a place maybe of more self awareness since the van scene (theory linked above). And he’s become less sensitive with Will again because he realized it was causing too much harm to their relationship. But his interactions with Will and El remain mutually exclusive. And his relationship with Will is getting to the point of being as publicly comfortable as it was in season 2 again - then because he hadn’t become scared yet, now because he realizes that fear isn’t worth losing Will over.

But the in-between discrepancies show us the difference - or rather show the one consistent thing in changing everything around it: Mike has always been comfortable with Will one-on-one. Even when everything else seemed crazy. Even when he seemed like he was pushing him away. Maybe it’s just coincidental timing, but Mike has never pushed Will away in private. In fact, seldom do they have a private moment that isn’t incredibly intimate and bringing them closer together (something he hasn’t been self aware to realize may also be dangerous in the war against his own sexuality)

#mike wheeler #byler #airport scene #mike wheeler analysis #byler analysis #stranger things

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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SWEET UVOGIN NOW 😡♥️

Hello! 😂 Uvo is a favorite character of mine, seeing him wholesome definitely would be nice ^^

Wholesome Uvogin headcanons

General

From the 1999 and 2011 anime (along with the manga), it's clear that Uvo cares for his fellow troupe members. I feel like he would be the person to notice if someone's feeling down first and go to help them first too.

Definitely snuck out of troupe bases for late-night snacks and stuff. If Kortopi wanted anything, he might just carry the guy on his shoulder and jump out haha (Chrollo knows he does this, he just doesn't say anything)

He probably really likes cute animals, no one knows about this from the outside though. He acts tough, looks scary, and is extremely skilled in nen, yet he probably melts when seeing cute cat videos or so. If you happen to have a pet, let him meet them, he might get along really well!

I think Nobunaga was his closest companion. The two would bicker a lot, but it was very light bickering (ie "that melon soda was mine" "too bad I grabbed it first"). Though they would make petty fights, when either of them were in danger, they would always be behind each others' backs.

He doesn't know how to cook lol, but he wants to learn. He's done multiple attempts with some of the other troupe members back in Meteor City with makeshift fires and such. Usually the food ends up burnt, but it's still fun to do.

S/O

If his s/o is feeling cold, they just need to stick closer to him. He's probably a living heater, and if he sees them shivering, he'll wrap an arm around them and maybe lightly tease them that they're going to freeze.

He's super good at reading people, so if his s/o is ever feeling down or stressed, he'll know. He'll ask them if they're okay, but not much further since it might be a sensitive topic. He wraps his arms around them and hugs them really tightly.

If you want to see someone super outgoing and almost like a sun, he's that kind of a guy to his s/o. Sure he'll watch out for them and can be serious when his s/o gets themselves into danger, but overall he's super chill.

If his s/o is smaller than him, he'll use this fact to carry them on his shoulders often. It's really cute haha.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #hxh phantom troupe #phantom troupe #phantom troupe x reader #phantom troupe headcanons #hxh uvogin #uvogin #uvogin headcanons #uvogin x reader #gn!reader #fluff

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 5 months

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who is the most emotional/sensitive koopaling?

Oh, easy, it's Ludwig. By a LOT.

For Roy, most things don't usually make him cry... It's possible for him to, but it's not that common. He's usually "the calm one" who comforts other people and rarely needs comfort himself.

Iggy only shows "extreme emotions." Like, he'll scream and rant in furious-ness or roll around on the floor and sob in devastation, but when it comes to smaller things like simple frustration or sadness, he tends to bottle those up. Smaller, more complex emotions are harder to express to him. Plus, Iggy is usually happy and cheerful most of the time, so any negative emotions whatsoever are rarely seen at all.

Wendy has always been fairly monotone(?) She doesn't show emotion most of the time and really wants people to NOT talk to her or comfort her. She barely shows excitement/happiness and rarely lets her sad side show. Her default emotion is annoyance and can only turn into rage.

Morton bottles up EVERYTHING that isn't him smiling and showing a happy face. Truth be told, Morton is probably the 2nd most sensitive koopa. He is constantly on-edge and about to just, explode from stress and being overworked. But he doesn't. Every negative thought or feeling that appears gets bottled up and thrown away, never to be seen again :) {Somebody help this boy-}

Larry has been a punching bag his whole life, so he has been desensitized to pain and sadness for himself. He also doesn't really care about other people's feeling. Unless Larry is raging at people on the Xbox, he pretty much never shows anything other than a hideous smile.

Lemmy, like Wendy, usually shows annoyance->rage most of the time. But he can be bursting with glee, too. Lemmy also gets sad sometimes. Very sad. After having an accident because of Roy (back in January) Lemmy locked himself in his room and didn't speak with anyone--ESPECIALLY ROY--For a while. Lemmy doesn't really know how to talk about his feelings, so when he gets upset and people try to comfort him, he "shuts down." (Like what happened with Ludwig in January, too)

Jr has never been mad in his life. You have to do something very specific to get anger out of him. It also takes quite a bit to make him upset, but not as much effort as to make him mad. Junie is usually happy and optimistic all the time, and it is quite difficult to ruin his spirit.

Ludwig is super sensitive and will tear up/cry at very simple things. For example: Him completely breaking down and sobbing because... It's snowing. Making Ludwig cry is probably the easiest thing on Earth. However, Ludwig is very good at talking about his feelings and finding healthy ways to relieve stress. And he never bottles anything up--He is very open about how he feels. And similar to Jr, Ludwig NEVER gets mad. You'd have to do something very specific. Only twice in his whole life has he ever gotten pissed off with someone. And fair warning: A mad Ludwig is a scary Ludwig. Worse than Wendy.

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sucrows · 1 year

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hii, can i get J, K, and X with ibara? thank you!! ^^

I’d rather not post more than twice in a day and I wanna get all the solo Ibara requests out today so... combination time babyyyyy

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[B] BODY PART:

He has none on himself. He appreciates his body for what it does for him, but not for its aesthetics. He supposes he’s a bit partial to his arms and hands though. They’re strong and well trained. Between those two factors, they are more than capable of keeping him safe. When It comes to others, he likes his partners eyes. Ibara is very good at reading people, and people’s eyes are some of the biggest giveaways on what they are thinking. During sex, he’s often very intense on eye contact- he thinks it’s intoxicating to see how much they are anticipating and/or fearing what will come next.

[F] FAVORITE POSITION:

No specific favorite, but he likes positions where his partner is in bondage. He loves it when they’re on their back with their legs suspended in the air or when they are held to the bed post by some rope. He likes the feeling of control. Whenever he’s bottoming though, being underneath his partner can sometimes be overwhelming for him, it’s a bit too close to being pinned for his average liking. He’d prefer to ride his partner or have standing sex instead.

[J] JACK OFF:

Extremely rare. He has much better things to do and other ways to relieve stress. No matter how pent up he is, he will always prefer to do something else before jacking off. The only times he ever does are when he just really can’t get a boner to go down. He will literally try to take a cold shower or even sleep it off before he gives in. He is a master of efficiency and will take care of it as quickly as possible when he has to. He refuses to talk about the subject usually.

[K] KINK:

Already answered here!

[X] X-RAY:

Average length at about 6 inches (14-16 cm). It is a bit thicker than average. It’s relatively uniform all thoughout, remaining almost the same skin color for the whole shaft except for the head (which is slightly pinkish in tone). He’s a shower so what you see is what you get. He likes it when his partner has smaller hands so that he can see them struggling to fit them around him. To be honest though, his dick is not all that sensitive, he gets a lot more out of mental stimulation than anything else.

#enstars smut #enstars x reader #enstars x reader smut #ensemble stars smut #ensemble stars x reader smut #ensemble stars x reader #ibara saegusa #ibara saegusa smut #ibara saegusa x reader #ibara saegusa x reader smut #nsfw.ibara #hc.crow #hc.ibara #hc.nsfw

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the-stage-manager · 1 year

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Hey, @paperback-rascal I've got an OC who I think would do really well in the 347th! Tell me what you think:

His name is Wyrm. He was formerly a sniper who served in a yet-unnamed squad in the 212th battalion. He's obsessed with mandalas, he destresses by filling pages and pages of scrap paper with intricate mandalas. He's got them tattooed all up his arms and legs, with smaller designs on his chin and forehead.

He's an excellent pickpocket and an even better hustler, and he likes to spend his leave cheating at sabaac or space-poker or space-darts, and stealing candy from shops. He spends all his money on art supplies, not only because he goes through a lot of materials when drawing, but has a tendency to give out art supplies to younger clones who are stressed or traumatized after missions. He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, so the stolen candy is either given to other troopers who could use a pick-me-up, or traded for armor paint.

His armor is covered in mandalas, and the patterns are constantly changing. Again, painting them helps him destress, so he has no problem scrapping off or painting over older sections. While his armor is mostly 212th Gold, if he's working with another battalion, he'll trade his contraband candy for paint, so he ends up with a leg plate covered in 501st blue and a vembrance in 104th maroon.

The war is going great for him. He gets promoted, he works hard (he wants to be an ARC trooper someday—who doesn't?) And then everything falls apart. He's captured by the separatists and spends months in a POW camp in horrific conditions. He keeps waiting to be rescued, but nobody comes. By sheer luck, he manages to escape with a handful of other clones, and they contact the Republic. When they're picked up, Wyrm's primary concern is contacting his squad to let them know that he's alive—only to find out that his squad was completely wiped out during the battle and he, himself, was listed as KIA, which is why nobody looked for him.

He spends the next couple of months in rehabilitation—he's severely underweight and riddled with internal parasites—but he never gets cleared for duty because his eyesight has suddenly started to rapidly deteriorate, seemingly without cause, and his hands shake uncontrollably, again, seemingly without cause. Tests reveal that the deterioration of his vision is being caused by an auto-immune disease, but his shaking hands are completely psychosomatic. Unable to shoot and unable to draw, he withdraws.

When I originally created this character, his story ended tragically, either by suicide, or after attempting to assassinate General Kenobi in revenge. But I've changed my mind. That isn't what I want for him anymore.

I've been reading this book called The Body Keeps The Score, and it's been enlightening. One of my favorite passages reads as follows:

"[Describing a test where traumatized children were shown pictures of benign scenes, as asked to tell a story describing what was happening in the picture.] The responses of the clinic children were alarming. The most innocent images stirred up intense feelings of danger, aggression, sexual arousal, and terror. These images were not selected because they had some hidden meaning that sensitive people could uncover; they were ordinary images of everyday life. We could only conclude that for abused children, the whole world is filled with triggers. As long as they can imagine only disastrous outcomes to relatively benign situations, anybody walking into a room, any stranger, any image, on a screen or a billboard might be perceived as a harbinger of catastrophe. In this light the bizarre behavior of the kids at the children's clinic made perfect sense.

Real-world studies are gathering more and more evidence of a definitive link between trauma, PTSD, and auto-immune disorders. The book also discusses the impact of the pharmacological revolution of victims of trauma. New studies are finding that SSRIs and other antidepressants are very rarely effective on people suffering from PTSD, because the source of the problem isn't chemical in nature.

"To my amazement, staff discussions on the unit rarely mentioned the horrific real-life experiences of the children and the impact of those traumas on their feelings, thinking, and self-regulation. Instead, their medical records were filled with diagnostic labels: "conduct disorder" or "oppositional defiant disorder" for the angry and rebellious kids; or "bipolar disorder". ADHD was a "comorbid" diagnosis for almost all. Was the underlaying trauma being obscured by this blizzard of diagnoses?"*

"Trauma victims cannot recover until they become familiar with and befriend the sensations in their bodies. Being frightened means that you live in a body that is always on guard. Angry people live in angry bodies. The bodies of child-abuse victims are tense and defensive until they find a way to relax and feel safe. In order to change, people need to become aware of their sensations and the way that their bodies interact with the world around them. Physical self-awareness is the first step in releasing the tyranny of the past.

In my practice I begin the process by helping my patients to first notice and then describe the feelings in their bodies—not emotions such as anger or anxiety or fear but the physical sensations beneath the emotions: pressure, heat, muscular tension, tingling, caving in, feeling hollow, and so on. I also work on identifying the sensations associated with relaxation or pleasure. I help them become aware of their breath, their gestures and movements.

All too often, however, drugs such as Abilify, Zyprexa, and Seroquel, are prescribed instead of teaching people the skills to deal with such distressing physical reactions. Of course, medications only blunt sensations and do nothing to resolve them or transform them from toxic agents into allies.

The mind needs to be reeducated to feel physical sensations, and the body needs to be helped to tolerate and enjoy the comforts of touch. Individuals who lack emotional awareness are able, with practice, to connect their physical sensations to psychological events. Then they can slowly reconnect with themselves."

That is not, of course, to say that medications shouldn't be used at all; they can help lessen the intensity of emotions, making the process of healing less traumatic. After all, it's easier to learn to walk again, if the prosthetic isn't actively causing you pain. However, medication alone is not effective in treating trauma.

I think Wyrm would make an excellent member of the 347th, who specializes in advocating for and treating traumatized soldiers. He specializes in soldiers with anger-management problems, dissociation, self-mutilation. With some training, he could be an excellent mind healer, and he could be invaluable when it comes to treating patients who suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.

Consider this Wyrm's application to join your battalion. I just like the world you've created and I'd like to be a part of it.

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