Some more of Leo being a creepy bugger for my Eldrich Soul au.
Splinters too old for this.
Also sorry for how the gif turned out, it was my first time making one and uploading it so there some issues :/
Anyway, each of the turtles have their own little creepy habits,
Leo’s got a little bit of shapeshifting and creepy eyes. His markings also shift around a lot. And sometimes the stripes on his face look like blood or tears. And sometimes he doesn’t have a face. Only the stripes remain, stretching and lifting from his face into a pair of antlers that seem to go on forever.
He also sneaks out of bed at night to search for snacks in the kitchen.
The others have their own quirks, but that’s for another time….
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Ridley Dies AU: Not without B
The Ridley-Dead-AU, a short part two after a short part one [here]. I feel like I owed you this.
Dany saving herself, or at least - working on it.
B, Ridley and referenced Leo belong to the amazing @hackles-up who I am infinitely grateful to for creating this AU with me.
Cw for vague BBU, mentions of blood and murder. Language. Nothing more.
[Continued from here] [Dany Masterpost]
The small gun is heavy, suddenly. I have to take my other hand, to keep it straight, directed at the one person I want to protect.
I have to do it, for him, I tell myself. B can't live without Ridley.
Well.
I don't want to live without B.
He'll die out there. He's hurt, he's injured, he's lonely, he's utterly unprepared to be free. To be on the run. He'll slow me down, and it'll be both our death.
He's also strong, he's loving, he's loyal. I feel safe in his arms, and loved in his gaze. He's saved me, we've saved each other, countless times.
My scars itch, scars that B gave me.
But without Ridley, he'll never have to hurt me again.
Fuck.
I lower the gun.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is either the greatest mistake of my life, or the last.
Probably both.
I step in closer, rest my hand against his cheek. He's breathing more peacefully now, steadier and stronger. He'll wake up, soon. I hope. I fear.
"I've got this," I mumble, more to myself than him. "I'm sorry. I... I've got you, B."
I jog back to the bedroom, the direct way, taking a big step over Ridley's body. If it'd make any difference, I'd shoot him again. And again. And again. For what he did to B, what he made him do to me. For what I was about to do to B.
B's corner of the wardrobes is all black, all multiples of the same set of clothes. I take a long sleeved shirt and loose pants for him. My clothes, I don't even bother to look at. None of them are practical. Instead, I slip into a pair of Ridley's jeans and one of the more casual T-shirts he has. It sports his company logo. Fucking ironic.
When I return to B, he's murmuring something, still unconscious. Quickly, I check the messages on Ridley's phone. Leo is still busy. The project doesn't look like she can hold up any longer.
*How are yours?*, Leo asks.
*A little defiant*, I reply. *But I took care of it.* Happy emoji. Heart eyes emoji.
I shove the phone back into my pocket, before I gently lift B's upper body from the couch and pull the shirt over his battered body. There's no time to clean him up. He whimpers in pain.
"I'm sorry," I say and run a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, B, you have to wake up."
"D... Dany?" Disoriented green eyes search for my gaze.
"B." I swallow, steel myself for what is about to come. "B, we have to run, okay? Something... Something has happened. Somebody..." I inhale. "Someone has murdered Ridley."
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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