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hotheadedhero · 11 days

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Like 'em Big

AN: I have so many stories to write but I had to do this. Blaming being sick, m'kay? Fever has got me bad and these meds got me loopy. Thinking we need some good, silly fun in our lives, right? Plus, now that I've watched Rise, I'm hungry for some big Raph appreciation. I know I ain't the only one

All characters are aged up

Raphael x Reader

Warnings: near peril, easily smitten, possible errors due to fever (what kind of fever is up for deliberation🥴)

Cutting right to the chase. You like big dudes. That doesn't necessarily mean muscles, either. You just love you a big man - someone with a bit of something-something to them. More to love, you know? Given your track record with the greater world, it shouldn't be all that much of a mystery. Cats? Get yourself a tiger that you can cuddle into. Jumpers? Comfort central, baby. Beds? If you can't spread eagle then you see no point. The old-age saying does declare that the bigger the better, so who are you to disagree? How true that is may be up for debate but it’s merely as simple as understanding what your preferences are.

However, this makes dating a difficult ballpark to play in. No matter how tall, jacked, or voluptuous someone is, it never feels like enough. Human biology and genetics can only go so far in the conceivably possible sense. You just want to be absolutely engulfed when you get a hug. Is that such a crime? Apparently, it is. Unfortunately, you also seem to come across the worst jerks when you attempt to date within this set of criteria. One might argue it's your karmic justice for being so superficial and picky but a woman has needs. Not those kinds of needs, either. Get your head out of the gutter.

All hope seems lost and after yet again, another failed date, you decide to call it in for the evening and make your way home. A fresh failure and another wonderful outfit gone to waste. By no means is it anything flashy but you put a lot of work into it: pencil skirt, turtle neck sweater, and a nice pair of boots to compliment the look. The whole shebang! All of that effort for nothing. This is the last time you spend three hours doing your hair and makeup. Block after block, your feet grow heavier with every step. What you would give to come across a mountain-like man you can climb who is also a kindred spirit. Perhaps this dream guy will forever be that - a dream. Men like that don't just fall out of the sky.

"Look out!!"

The sudden shout almost scares you into tripping over and you look behind yourself, wishing you hadn’t. Two very large, very dangerous-looking figures entangled in battle, those of which are approaching your helpless little self. You quickly duck as the giants hurdle over you. One falls on its side whilst the other claws and skids against the ground, regaining its balance. It shakes its head and locks onto you, a guttural snarl rumbling past its jowls. Such a creature is surely from the stuff of nightmares. An indescribable nightmare whose sights are set on you. The smart option would be running away but it's as though your shoes have melted into the pavement. Pawing into the tarmac, the beastly thing growls and lunges for you. Great. This is how you die: torn limb from limb by a demon dog. Well, assuming your clothes join you, at least you’ll look like a total babe in the afterlife.

"Oh no ya’ don't," the other one yells from behind the predator, grabbing it by its tail. “Pretty ladies are not food!”

With a mighty tug, he pulls it back and swings it as far away from you as possible. You release a shaky breath, legs trembling beneath you. That was far too close for comfort. The fight isn’t quite over, however. Just as it approaches him, the green goliath swivels on his feet, full 180, and whacks the creature's jaw with a closed fist. His speed alone has you in awe but the force is astounding, practically earth-shattering. It completely knocks the air around you and pushes you onto your backside.

When the dust clears, the first thing you see is your saviour panting, his spiky shell(?) pointed towards you. Just past him in the distance, you notice three more figures in blue, purple, and orange taking a closer look at the unconscious tyrant. You swear one of them pokes at it with a stick. Witnessing strange beings such as this isn't entirely new. Anyone who's watched Chateau Pretenche knows about the celebrity chef turning into a grotesque pigman. To describe it in one word? Horrifying. It's just whether people choose to believe it genuinely happened or if these bizarre entities exist. Being up close and personally observing it now puts your scepticism in check.

As the humanoid turtle calms, he turns to face you, recapturing your attention. A red mask sits over his eyes and there’s a noticeable snaggle tooth poking past his upper lip. Typically, the prerogative is keeping out of sight but it’s much too late for that. He gradually advances towards you. You watch him warily and he keeps his movements slow for that very reason. It wouldn’t be a shock if you were to try and make an escape. He wouldn’t blame you. Currently, all he wants to do is make sure you weren’t hurt during that fiasco provided you don’t suddenly come out of your bewilderment and run off. You have good reason to but he just saved you. Either that or he’s as ravenous as that beast and wants you all to himself. The irrational conclusion remains as such - irrational - when he descends to one knee and outstretches a hand. There’s an irrefutable kindness in his eyes; a caring nature that can’t be replicated in the face of savage brutes.

"You okay?" he asks.

You continue to gawk without a word but, bit by bit, you reach out for his offer. Your fingers lightly trace the centre of his palm before comfortably trusting the proposal. His hand engulfs yours completely and Raph hopes to mercy that you don’t realise how sweaty he’s getting. He can feel his heart beating like crazy. He wonders how much of that is the adrenaline from the fight and how much of it is being in the presence of such a beautiful gal. As he helps you to your feet, he rises to his own. Someone of his stature shouldn’t be capable of being this delicate but he is. It has you running through a loop and you unintentionally stare at the remarkable behemoth.

Quite pathetically, you nod, unable to verbally respond to his question. How can you? You are effectively starstruck. Once you gloss over the turtle-y features, all you see is the sheer size of him as he towers over you. Height, width, the magnitude of those arms! All of it is glorious. You can hear the universe asking, “You want a big man, huh? How about one who isn’t human?” to which you answer, “Who gives a damn?”. If the only way a man can be this big is not to be human, so be it.

Amidst a whisper, your mouth moves on its own, "You're beautiful."

"What?"

"Huh?" Blinking out of your trance, you realise what you’ve said and giggle sheepishly, "I mean, you're be... ba... booming! Totally awesome with the whole- uh... saving thing." Nailed it.

He blinks right back down at you. This is certainly a first. He can feel his face heating up and he withdraws his hand lest you endure the wrath of his bashfulness, opting to hold the back of his head. At this moment, he seems to look anywhere but you.

"Heh. Gee, thanks." His humility is adorable and you’re glad he doesn’t question your initial statement. He turns to you once more, regaining some composure. "You sure you're okay, though? That thing was pretty scary looking."

It’s clear that you haven’t sustained any physical injuries but even bearing witness to something so unsightly can have lasting effects on one's mind. His brows furrow gently in concern down at you and it occurs to you that there’s a soft heart under all of that shell and muscle. Bonus points. This makes you smile for the first time in front of him and Raphael is sure that the streetlights got brighter.

You laugh fondly, “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Twiddling your fingers, your lips purse up in his direction. “Is there any way I can repay you?”

He places his hands on his hips and chuckles cutely, “Just doing my duty, ma’am.”

He may be indulging in his alter ego - the Red Angel of Preventing Harm - but it’s not every day he gets paid thanks when he saves someone. It’s also not every day he gets to save such a pretty woman, either. You, however, can’t just leave it at that. There must be some way in which you can properly thank him. Ulterior motives include getting to know this already loveable lug better but shh. It feels like the odds are finally turning in your favour and you won’t let this slip away from your grasp. That’s when it hits you.

Muttering under your breath, you erratically search through the confines of your little handbag. You are certain that you had one in here somewhere. In the spare pocket maybe? Ah! Found it. Fumbling to take the lid off of your pen, you hold out your hand, gesturing for his. He slowly complies, to which you jot down a series of digits on his palm accompanied by your name and a tiny 'x'.

"Gimme a text sometime," is the last thing he hears before you disappear around a corner.

Oh? Oh. Ohhh. Wow. Getting your number is the last thing he expected. Did he get hit on the head during that scuffle or something? Was everything from the last few minutes a dream? He bores holes into the writing on his skin, scanning it over and over, scared that it’ll disappear if he so much as blinks. A dumb, wobbly smile not so gracefully decorates his lips as he trudges back to the turtle tank. He takes his seat but it’s obvious that he isn’t all there. Being so caught up in his rose-tinted bubble, he doesn’t register his brothers' voices. In an effort to gain his attention, Michelangelo jumps onto his shoulder, partly intrigued by what their leader is so absorbed by.

"Oh me gosh!” the young brother screams in shrill excitement, “Raph's in love!"

Careful not to smudge the neat ink, he’s quick to hide his hand against his chest. "That's crazy talk!”

Donatello sniffs the air and mockingly covers his nose. "The overwhelming manifestation of your nervous stink indicates otherwise, dear brother."

"I got a girl’s number!” he continues to defend, feeling his face go all kinds of red. “'Course, I'm nervous but that don’t mean I’m in love."

Lies and slander. It was practically love at first sight. He just doesn’t like the idea of his brothers knowing that. It’s easy pickings to be made fun of.

"Don't worry, Big Red. Lucky for you, you got a guy who knows all about the charm." Leonardo points both thumbs at himself as he falls back into his seat and props his legs up on the dashboard. "First, you just need to..."

The "helpful" advice drowns out as the large snapper opens and gazes at his palm again. He just can't comprehend how a gorgeous individual such as yourself could take one look at him and give him your number. It's puzzling but he supposes there’s a first for everything? That also doesn't mean he won't text you. The only thing getting in the way of that is fear. Raphael thinks he’d rather go toe-to-toe with that mutant dog again than have to face the risk of embarrassing himself. To anyone who knows him, it’s no surprise that he caves under pressure. No. He will do it! A chance like this is one in a million.

Oh boy. What could possibly go wrong?

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elmuvahva · 6 months

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HERES THE FINISHED CASEY SONG AWHAHWHAHWHAH

ok so lemme explain my thought process behind this song bc i love to overshare

i wanted to make a song for casey of when he first arrived in the past, like that bitch was alone and scared shitless and understandably so. he was alone in a world he knew nothing about and had just lost the last of his family.

i wanted to capture that loneliness he would've been feeling in that moment and the helplessness that came along with it. he felt like giving up until he remembered his family.

and that's where the second half of the song comes in mwahahahah. his family is still by his side in spirit and will always be there no matter where he goes. i wanted that hopelessness from casey to just be swept away by the turtles and hopefully the song conveys that :D

although this song isnt technically a CAS song, i still took so much inspiration from @somerandomdudelmao when writing this song (and when also using her character designs for the song art LMAO). i highly recommend going and reading her comic bc what the fuck are you doing if you havent already like bRO-

anywho- i shall post once again when the youtube video is up and when the song is out on spotify and other streaming platforms :>

for now, see ya suckers lmao good luck o7

LYRICS :D

I feel so alone Don’t know What to do Now that you’re gone I know that I can’t Go back To you There's so much that I have to do

You know That you’re here by my side But it's not the same Yes, you’re here But its not The you that I once held so dear

How am I Meant to do this on my own? You were always there With me But now When it matters most you disappear

I’m scared What if I mess it all up? This is our last final chance Our final try Do we even have hope anymore?

What is it for? I did it all for you But now I'm left on my own

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oOoO vocalisations

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pianokantzart · 3 months

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The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 3)

What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him? (This part of the story is in one shot format. Most other parts are written in bullet points.) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 ________ Mario never coped well with feeling trapped. As early as nine months old he was racing around like his life depended on it, clamoring over gates and out of windows, unbuttoning clothes he felt were too tight and twisting door handles the moment he developed the coordination to grasp them. Starting his own business was supposed to be a path to freedom… or at least the closest thing to freedom one could achieve in the modern world. He never in a thousand years would’ve guessed that the domino effect of his little endeavors would have landed him here. His cell felt more like a coffin than a prison; a golden picture frame hung halfway up the wall in an expansive gallery stacked floor to ceiling with other “artwork.” He could move no more than eight inches to the left or right. He couldn’t jump, lie down, sit, or turn around. The only thing he could do was bang his fists against the transparent barrier keeping him trapped, though that did little more than worsen his sense of claustrophobia.

His surrounding captives– far more accustomed to the cramped conditions– did what they could to calm him, as conversation proved to be the best distraction from their unfortunate situation. The talking turtles and mushroom men– Koopas and Toads, they were apparently called– were generous with what little information they had, and slowly Mario learned where he was, why he was where he was, who was responsible, and that– according to the game of telephone that ran up and down the conversing portraits– he was the only human that had been seen in the gallery. The mystery of Luigi’s whereabouts left Mario conflicted. On one hand, he was relieved. This was the last place his little brother needed to be. On the other hand, it opened up the possibility that he was somehow somewhere worse. He had promised his brother that they would be alright as long as he was together, but… to his shame… there was a selfish part of Mario that simply didn’t want to be alone.

He was listening sympathetically to the woes of the Toad in the neighboring painting when the large oaken doors to the gallery swung open, and a gaggle of cackling boos swarmed in. Mario had learned by now that ghosts of this world, free from the fear of death and any physical need, desired only amusement. They acted with a form of malicious playfulness, like a housecat that continues to hunt despite having long eaten its fill. The boos certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves as they floated through the room, lunging and making faces at the helpless captives, laughing every time they whimpered or flinched. Mario, his heart still clinging to memories of his twin, braced his palms against the barrier and shouted at the ghosts to leave the others alone. His command proved far more successful than he thought it would. All fifteen of the little white ghosts turned their attention to him, then swarmed in his direction, blending together into a whirl of white until they arrived in front of his painting fully transformed into a giant, singular boo, staring daggers with glowing yellow eyes. Mario put on a brave front and stared back.

He was made all too familiar with this enormous specter the moment he first stumbled upon the portraits. He still had bruises to prove the memory, though it was only thanks to the other trapped paintings that he was finally able to put a name to the face.

“Boolossus, is it?”

The behemoth didn’t answer. With a smug, sharp-toothed grin it merely plucked Mario from the wall and flitted away with the plumber tucked under its arm like a piece of common furniture. With his only view of the outside world obstructed by the translucent body of Boolossus, Mario was rendered lost and disoriented, and when at last he was once again hung upon a wall he found himself in a different room, carved out of murky, sulfur colored stone. This new location felt musty and ancient, very different from the colorful, well-tended opulence of the gallery. Long defunct lion-faced fountains stared at each other across the room from between towering pillars, where black grit filled the crevices of intricately carved designs. The only signs this decaying place had that it was ever visited was the lit chandeliers hanging overhead, and the blue flames dancing in the stone lamps that lined the center of the room.

Boolossus maintained his victorious expression as he backed away from the newly hung portrait, then buried himself in a corner to make room for the newcomer, phasing through roof overhead. Mario felt his apprehension grow, not because of the darkness around the ghost's eyes that sharpened the spectral glow of his gaze, or the enormous crown atop his head that indicated his place of royalty, or even his enormous size which dwarfed even that of Boolossus. Instead, Mario was troubled by an instinctive sense of true hatred emanating from him, far different from the impish malevolence of the other specters.

His heart leapt a little when the ghost’s crown lit up, and a field of purple magic reached toward him, plucking his painting off the wall and pulling him suspended mid-air to the center of the room.

“What is your name?” the ghost asked with a thoughtful hum. Mario felt the world spin around him as the giant boo used one of his stubby arms to twirl his painting in the air, then stopped it with such suddenness that Mario’s body slammed into the side of his prison. Slightly dazed, he collected himself enough to answer the question. “Mario.” “Mario… I have to admit, despite the novelty of a human visitor, you don’t seem to know your place in this world. Perhaps you don't know who I am? What I’m capable of?”

“You’re King Boo.” Mario answered after a pause– a brief reflection on his conversations in the gallery. “You shattered something called The Dark Moon, and now you want to lead an army of ghosts.”

“Very good! I guess you’re not as dumb as you look.”

Mario let out a yelp as he felt his portrait turned upside down, his feet remaining fixed in place as his arms dangled over his head and the blood rushed to his face.

“Speaking of looks,” King Boo continued, his faux smile looking more like a scowl from its new angle, “it appears you didn’t arrive alone. There just so happens to be another human just like you! Mustache and everything!”

Knowing at once who he was talking about, Mario felt every muscle in his body tense up. His stomach tied itself into knots, and he felt his heartbeat double its pace. King Boo’s eyes flashed. His grin widened, and his great purple tongue lolled hungrily at the air like a dog. “Ha ha ha! There’s that fear! Utter terror in fact! So you do know him!”

“Listen, Luigi isn’t–”

“Luigi! Is that his name?”

Mario winced in self-directed frustration, then sputtered to his sibling’s defense. “He’s no threat to you! He’s just– he’s just a plumber! we both are!”

Mario felt his portrait righted, but his relief was short lived when, just as quickly, the frame grew suddenly smaller around him. He took another look at King Boo. His insincere grin had twisted into very sincere sneer. The magic emanating from his crown was clearly the source of the change, and was only making the frame smaller with every passing second.

“Is he now? And what is ‘just a plumber’ afraid of?” “What do you mean?” Mario returned, bracing his arms against the portrait frame, helplessly trying to push it back. “I mean Luigi has decided to make friends with the sworn enemy of my kingdom!” King Boo shouted, shrinking the portrait further in sharp jolts with every word he emphasized. “So if you don’t want to die alongside him, you’ll tell me just what it’ll take to frighten him off.”

“Those are two different questions!”

“What!?”

“‘What’s he afraid of?’ and ‘what will frighten him off?’...” Mario huffed, struggling to squeeze out the words with his head pressed painfully between his shoulders and his arms pinned against his aching chest. “He’s afraid of ghosts, but it looks like you’re not quite scary enough to get rid of him, huh?”

The retort felt good in the moment, but was followed by a sense of dread. Mario squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the painting to crush him then and there, but to his surprise the walls receded.

He would’ve fallen over in relief if his prison allowed, but instead he simply slumped backwards, taking in large breaths and wiping sweat from his brow. King Boo turned angrily to Boolossus, watching from the corner.

“Boolossus!” “Yes, your Highness?” came the answer, fifteen voices speaking as a single entity as they emerged from the shadows.

“Go to the The Birabuto Capitol! Find E. Gadd and this… Luigi… and bring them here either as paintings or in pieces! Either way is fine with me!”

“Yes your highness!” returned the conjoined voices, falling out of unison as the giant boo flew apart, its fifteen pieces phasing through overhead roof in a gale of otherworldly giggles.

When they were left alone, King Boo turned to Mario to gauge his reaction. It didn’t disappoint, the ramifications of what he’d said clearly dawning on him. King Boo cackled. “Now that’s a face worth mounting on my wall! Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

Mario opened his mouth to protest, when a blast of violet energy from King Boo’s crown suddenly halted him. Mario's portrait lost all color, motion, and consciousness, paralyzed and wide eyed. The perfect preservation of a moment of true fear.

#my writing #super mario bros redux au #Mario #King Boo #Super Mario Bros #Super Mario Brothers

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fleet-off · 11 months

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@aantinous’s marvelous tags on this post reminded me of the silly li’l shapeshifter snake!Vegas AU @theflowergirl Lily and I came up with over DMs a while back!

Snake!Vegas slips into the main family home pretty regularly pre-canon. Sometimes to spy. Sometimes to ruin Tankhun’s afternoon.

One day Pete catches the snake mid-troll! Tankhun is very upset. Pete obliviously sticks the snake in a Tupperware in his room to let it go once his boss’s ire dies down.

He drops a little food in the Tupperware. He doesn’t know what snakes eat, but what’s good for Petes is probably good for snakes?

He has a nice little workout after his shift. A nice little shower. A nice little dance around the room in the half-nude.

That evening he releases the snake in the yard and moves on.

Except now the snake? Keeps showing up at odd times?? Pete could swear it’s the same snake. It doesn’t look like a local species, maybe it’s an escaped pet.

“Maybe it’s just looking for a home,” he thinks, and doesn’t think about why that hits him so hard.

(Meanwhile. Vegas was in it for the spying, the trolling, and the mild voyeurism but now it’s—oh. Oh, he’s? Keeping me safe? This is…new.)

So there’s a snake in Pete’s life now.

Occasionally there’s also a snake in Pete’s bed, which is always a fun discovery in the morning. Still, Pete can’t blame a snake for being coldblooded, can he? And the snake has a cute little :) face. And it hasn’t tried to bite him yet. It may be bonded?

This is normal and fine.

(Getting into Pete’s room involves sneaking out of the minor family home, traversing the main family grounds in serpent form, and sneaking all the way up to the bodyguard quarters. Vegas has not slept with one of Kinn’s escorts in ages—he simply does not have the time.)

(Look, he’s getting under the skin of this main family dog who keeps getting tasked to follow him. It’s funny.)

(It’s turning into instinct. Like birds flying back to the same forest, like turtles returning to the same beach.)

(If he thinks too hard about it, he’s not going to be able to justify it anymore—he does not think about it.)

Vegas’s torture suitcase contains syringes and vials of hallucinatory drugs and neurotoxins in this AU. Just BTW. <3

The plot still plots for the most part, Pete still gets captured…the torment at the safehouse, though, is less Vegas taking his helplessness out on the guy who ruined his plans and more Vegas oscillating emotionally between “he was kind to me nobody’s kind to me what the fuck” and “he’s a representation of my weakness, he was kind to an innocent animal and I was stupid enough to play along.”

The later realization that Pete would choose to show empathy to human Vegas too? Ruinous.

So Vegas comes to torment or talk to or feed Pete during the day…and the snake comes to curl around Pete’s ankle at night. Pete does not know how the hell his snake got here, but he’s pretty delirious and appreciates the small comfort even if it’s a hallucination.

And of course the truth has to come out at the safehouse, because all truths come out at the safehouse.

So it’s invasive, and weird as shit, and a bit of a goddamn mess...but, like. Vegas was already invasive, weird as shit, and a bit of a goddamn mess.

The home thing is starting to make more sense, for Pete. A lot of things are.

(Do some snake-y features show up during the sex, too? Little bit of fang action? Maybe!!)

So the collapse. The escape. The return to a normal no longer satisfied by its stasis.

The second night after Pete’s return, he finds a snake curled around the leg of his bed.

He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows.

Miserably, he lifts the snake up onto the mattress beside him anyway.

Halfway through the night, he feels warm and solid and human curled up behind him. He doesn’t move.

In the morning, the snake is gone.

(How does this play out in the finale? Who knows. ^^)

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 4 months

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That was it.

(a new post? it's been months, bro!)

What -- Daryl had a dream featuring You. It's thrown him a little, ngl.

When -- the first day Daryl is bedridden following his two falling trips down the ridge in the episode Chupacabra. In the Slowpoke Series, it's a few hours after Redemption Arcs, which takes place the morning after Thank you, angel...

Who's in this one? -- Daryl, You, Carl, Lori

Perspective -- POV 3rd person Daryl

Relationships -- slow burn, currently platonic-but-confused Daryl x equally oblivious Reader

Pronouns - she/her

TWs -- some language, and reference to Daryl's childhood neglect, and ghastly screenshots with poor editing XD

Masterlist -- Official one here and Chronological one here

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Her knock was recognizable and he got a rush in his stomach when he knew she was there. Three or four knocks, a pause, then one or two more knocks with some kind of greeting. This time, is was: “Daryl, you up for visitors?”

Was he ‘up for visitors?’

Ain’t like he’s some old dude in a nursing home, why would—oh shit, did this mean they found Sophia? Was Sophia the visitor?? “What is it?”

“It’s Carl’s first field trip out of bed other than for the toilet.”

“Y/N,” came Carl’s groan through the shut door.

“Carl,” she teased back back in the same tone of voice. “Mr. Dixon’s in the same boat, nerd, no leavin’ bed excepting for the facilities.”

Speaking for himself, the kid finally said, “I wanted to go see you first, Mr. Dixon.”

“Just—come in already,” Daryl grunted. He'd already tugged his bedsheets as high as they'd go, he was ready as he could get.

The knob turned, and as the two of them slowly walked in. He made himself relax when the nerves hit him at seeing Y/N.

It's stupid. His dumb ass started getting nervous around her this morning. Nervous around Y/N, of all the people here!

Daryl noticed Lori hovering by the doorway while Y/N and Carl walked in. She explained, “We don’t want to crowd you like yesterday. And we won’t stay too long, Y/N, Maggie and I will be going out for another sweep of our grid.”

The boy had more color than he did the other day when Daryl went to see him, which was good.

"The head wrap stuff they gave you looks cool," the kid told him. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt worse than you were. I heard you got hurt pretty bad." Slowly, Carl made his way to Daryl’s bedside and seemed beat doing it. “I would go out to help search today if I could. I was the only one of us who—well, other than you—who hasn’t gone out looking today. Beth’s older sister and Jimmy and his mom went, too.”

“Well, Mags came with us,” Y/N filled in. “Jimmy looked around the property and its perimeter only, but that’s because he got in trouble yesterday for joinin’ without permission. His mama searched with him to keep the peace.”

As the news hovered, rolled over him, then sunk in, it felt to Daryl as if were making him sink deeper into the mattress where he lay bandaged, bruised, and not much use to anyone.

He’d nearly died trying to find that little girl yesterday, found her doll. And after just about everyone went out searching today, and all them people came back with zip.

Daryl hated feeling helpless, and now he felt helpless, annoyed and angry.

Really, they all went out searching, and somehow all came back with nothing?

Carl kept chatting to him, but to his credit, Daryl didn’t snarl at him to shut up.

“I would’ve wanted to go to target practice, too. Did you know Mr. Douglas knows how to use guns? He told me he was an instructor, he’d started learning way a long time ago after something bad happened to this guy named Ronny King.”

“Rodney,” his ma corrected softly.

“I want to learn how to use a gun. How old were you when you learned, Mr. Dixon?”

Lori and Y/N reacted to the question in their own ways.

Y/N peeked at Lori and it looked like she was shrinking into her neck like a turtle as she walked to the window to get the stool for Carl to sit on.

Lori saw, shook her head and took it from Y/N’s hands, citing, “Let me, honey.” She placed it behind her son, then told him sternly, “You were just shot. Now’s not the time to discuss you using a gun.”

“But Mo—”

“We can talk about that with Dad later, okay, bud?”

“Y/N started learning to shoot when she was 8.”

That made Daryl blink, and it distracted him from his annoyance. His square, chick friend learned about using guns when she was 8?

Y/N gave her nephew a warning stare. “I learned because my own mama in our own circumstances made a decision for me that she determined would help keep me safe, the same way your mama’s makin’ one for you.”

He jut out his chin a little. “I would be safer with one. And I thought Shane taught you?”

“S-Sometimes babysitting me meant us goin’ to the range,” she allowed, eyeing Lori for help.

“Carl,” his ma told him, and with a look firm enough to make a nun cower. “That’s enough interrogating your aunt. We will talk about this with Dad when you’re able to leave bed for more than a few yards.”

“Okay,” the kid apologized, head lowering. “Sorry Mom, sorry Y/N.”

There were about three seconds of silence, tops, when the boy next asked Daryl, “Do you still think Sophia’s alive?”

Y/N froze, Lori tilted her head and looked Daryl in the eye warily.

As for Carl himself, he at least seemed hopeful. “If you could stay okay for nine days when you were a kid, Sophia can stay okay for five.”

Y/N’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. He'd told her the other day about it, then decided Carl should know to keep his spirits up.

Lori, who knew nothing about this, looked alarmed. “You went missing for nine days as a child, Daryl?” she repeated.

Daryl nodded, getting dizzy when he did. Wasn’t no big secret, just some dumb mistake he made when he was little. He'd figured that Carl staying hopeful and expecting people to find Sophia would keep the rest of the people here searching.

Y/N already knew about Daryl’s little nine-day accident, and Andrea; might as well let Lori in on it if it meant more people wouldn’t give up on Sophia.

“Yeah, nine days. Was perfectly fine, and that was with me bein’ nowhere near as sharp as Sophia, and without miles of farmhouses and shit around.” Daryl figured exaggerating might help Carl feel happy, so he added, “I was dumber than a post, and even I got away with only an itchy ass from using poison oak as toilet paper.”

It did make the kid smile, but then Carl whispered as if he was nervous, “Quarter.”

Y/N wasn’t nervous at all. “Two of ’em.”

Oh, right. Daryl had forgotten about the no-cuss-around-kids rule.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” is how Lori responded quietly to Daryl, then to his relief, she changed the subject back to asking Y/N how target practice went.

“Lore, did you know Teddy was good with guns?” Y/N shared. “I’d had zero idea.”

“He and Shane talked about being instructors on one of the first nights at the quarry.”

“Man, I missed that whole conversation.”

Lori smiled and began to fix the extra blanket that was crumpled on the side of Daryl’s bed.

Daryl almost missed what was being said because he was distracted by how casually nice that was. Damned thoughtful.

It was that moment when he noticed how he’d grown pretty okay with shooting the shit with these people. Wouldn’t seek it out, probably, but he wasn’t crawling out of his skin, neither. He really liked that the kid wanted to see him, too. It helped him feel like he wasn’t as big an asshole as he felt.

“You, Amy and Glenn were busy playing ‘I never’, if I’m remembering it.” Lori spread blanket out at the foot of the bed and folded it in an accordion-type way. “Either that night or the—no, sorry, it was the night everyone started talking about Bigfoot, the kids were sitting around you three. That was one of the first nights, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, right! We used up all the Tapatío, and this guy mentioned his chupacabra.” Y/N stuck the tip of her tongue out and lightly bit it, grinning big.

“Luis and me got so freaked out that night!” Carl joined in, suddenly as energetic as a little bunny-rabbit. “His older cousin told him all about Okefenokee Swamp, and, and the gators and the Pig Man and the Thing!”

“Your Aunt Evie and I camped with Grammy and Grandad at Okefenokee lots of times when I was a girl,” Lori told them both with a smile in her eyes. “Never saw the Pig Man or the Swamp Thing.”

“But they saw her,” Y/N mouthed to Carl. “Thank God we lived more upstate.”

That, Daryl could agree with, he even made a hum.

He was from way up north, close to the Tennessee border. But with this group that he’d stuck with for who-knows-why, to get to Fort Benning they’d driven far enough southwest that they was basically in Alabama.

“Yeah, you’re from further north, too, right?” Y/N sighed. “I’m so darn homesick, man. We’re just about on the fall line now, aren’t we? Driving to the city was one thing, close enough to home, but the roundabout, southwest mess we made trying to get to stupid Fort Benning was—w-we’re basically in Alabama!”

…His thoughts exactly.

“We’re further from Lake Lanier down here, though,” Carl said. Sounded like he was both trying to cheer her up and rib her. Inside joke most likely, Daryl guessed.

Y/N shivered at the name but couldn’t stop herself from breaking into a smirk, which made Carl crack up. After making a face at him, she looked at Daryl. “Dude, you’d have had a good time at practice.” Her smile grew and she leaned toward him. “As soon as it was time to try hittin’ the targets, Jimmy tried to shoot his pistol sideways.”

“What, all gangster?” he grunted back, glad that he wasn’t alone with her again. He liked didn’t mind being alone with her, but he obviously got smacked in the head a little too hard yesterday, seeing as he felt all nervous around her now. Really nervous. Like, so goddamned nervous, man, it’s good the boy and Lori are here, otherwise he’d be barely able to look her in the eyes.

Give it a day or two, he’d be fine.

“Teddy thinks Jimmy will have to undo Hollywood and video game gun stuff the next couple lessons.” She scrunched her nose, and wondered out loud, “Don’t know why that’s what they show in movies so often, that’s irresponsible firearm use. Oh! But the angled aim I guess is needed when one’s using a riot shield, right?”

His mouth lifted into a grin. Y/N could be such a square.

With that, she yawned and leaned on the side of the bed, causing it to dip down slightly. Daryl’s heart did a funny jolting type thing when she did, he inhaled too quickly as a result, which hurt his stiched side and bruised or broken ribs, so he then winced as a result of that.

“How long do we have ’til we head out again, Lore? I’m hittin’ my limit. Looks like Carl’s crashing, too, you doing okay, baby?”

The conversation that followed didn’t reach his head, Daryl was too distracted. The, um, the movement of the bed dipping as Y/N relaxed and reached back to massage her shoulder caused the memories from last night and the dream that followed to whoosh back to Daryl even harder.

His heartbeat did that funny thing again. And the helpless feeling he’d had, with its anger and annoyance, whittled away bit by bit.

A weird sensation replaced it.

He wasn’t sure that it was, but it felt like it was pressing him even further into the mattress.

So, the dream he had last night: Y/N was…laying down with him.

Nothing was going on, her arm was simply wrapped around him and he could feel her heartbeat against his chest. He remembers pressing his mouth to her head for a second, then she reached her hand to brush it across his temple or whatever, and they just laid there. That was it.

Really, that was it, the whole dream, nothing else went on. And he relieved but also...disappointed when he first woke up, saw the bed empty beside him, and figured out it was just a dream, ain’t that bullshit? Then he listened to Y/N's breathing where she lay on the air mattress and couldn't fall back asleep for what felt like a while.

He was all screwed up, wasn't he?

Granted, two days ago, her shirt had been soaked after they’d got caught in the storm and the outline of everything was clear as damn day. Like, sure, he’d turned his eyes away, but he’d still seen it and liked it! Then, yesterday during their argument when they’d suddenly been standing all close, he’d randomly imagined gripping her waist and crashing his mouth against hers before cupping her face so he could see if her cheeks were as soft as they looked, like what the in the balls was his deal? He ain’t mature enough to be friends with a chick or something? It’s never been a problem before, he used to barely even notice or care when he thought someone looked nice.

Her calling him all them pet names yesterday was enough, but, like, what was last night?

She literally massaged him. Who does that?

The massage had felt as if there were an angel, don’t get him wrong, he’d been in so much pain. But being touched so gently but so…close, and right on his bare skin, it made him feel something similar to scared.

It wasn’t ‘scary’ in that sense, that’s not it, it felt…weird. Again, he didn’t know how to phrase it.

Worse still was that he thinks he accidentally called Y/N “angel.”

Out loud.

He still ain’t sure, his sleep was too disjointed to tell if he was awake or not, but — she’d started massaging his feet, he knew that much! His feet had hurt so bad that he’d almost cried again when she’d started to rub them because it was just such relief.

Fast forwarding to this morning, when he’d made his managed to power his way all by himself out of bed (oh, it hurt like a bitch) and out of his room to find the pisser, of course the first thing he saw when he opened the door was Y/N, all sleepy-eyed, messy-haired, and wrapped in a blanket like he was.

And, of course, the first thing she did was help him walk by putting her good arm around his back. He could feel her warmth and heartbeat beside his chest again, and when he turned his head, his mouth collided with her head. Kinda hurt. And she smelled good.

But all that sent the dream he’d had, the one where she was laying next to him, crashing back all at once.

Plus the fear that she’d see him in his boxers again and/or notice how his morning wood (ain’t his fault, he’d only just woken up and he had to take a whiz real bad!) was the only thing pinging through his mind as she walked him to the toilet.

Then when her brother dropped off some of his stuff from his tent, he had a sneaking suspicion it was Y/N who’d been the one to gather it up. Mainly because she’d been the one who promised him someone would bring him some things, but also because nail clippers and a toothbrush were on top of the pile.

He then got the dumb idea in his head to be embarrassed at how his tent wasn’t real clean.

The past four days were batshit crazy; getting all nervous around a chick — probably the only person he truly feels okay with around here — is the stupidest damn thing. Still, he never had a person he felt so damn comfortable with other than Uncle Jesse, his little cousin, Merle, and his old lady neighbor from when he was a kid.

So much happened with Y/N the past few days. It was like they’d been stripped and beaten together, but got back home in one piece. He even hallucinated her talking to him when he’d fallen down the ridge. And that’s not even bringing up how he’d been chill with her seeing his scars yesterday, which was only after he okayed Dr. Farmer literally teaching her how do literal goddamn stitches on him!

Almost like yesterday, Daryl could imagine the way Merle would bust his balls. “I can’t tell if you’re actin’ like a little boy clinging to the kid who was nice to ’em on the jungle gym, or a clueless virgin nervous around the girl who’ll look him in the eyes long enough.”

Lucky for him, Carl wondered out loud: “Maybe Jimmy wanted to practice shooting sideways,” so Daryl was able to shut his mind up.

Next, Carl, who definitely looked ready to hit the sack, started miming holding a gun and aiming it to the side (as opposed to shooting it forward, just cocked to the side like Jimmy had, according to Y/N).

“No, ya nerd, like this,” Y/N snorted, and held out her good arm as if she were aiming a gun forward, then twisted her wrist sideways.

“Oh, the cool way to shoot!”

“Nooo.”

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One thing about 87!Donatello's occasional desire to be a normal turtle is, it's worrying, but it's not suicide adjacent the way it would be for any other Donatello.

The context in which he starts to think about it is one where they've pursued a newly mutated sumo gerbil (yes, seriously) back to the petshop where it was trying to break in so it could "go home". When the unstable mutation wears off it's happy to be shut back in its cage and Donatello thinks he recognises the petshop as the one where the turtles were originally sold.

For the gerbil being given sudden sapience isn't a gift or the beginning of its existence as a person, it's a weird and scary thing that left it adrift in a world it didn't understand and that didn't understand it. Having it wear off is a happy ending. After all, if a human was turned into a dragon and given massively expanded intelligence, a thousand year lifespan, and the power of flight and fire, but still wanted to go back to being human that would be understandable.

Donatello remembers being a turtle - his sense of his own identity doesn't start with sapience - so seeing another animal unmutate and be happy when he's unhappy with nearly but not quite fitting into the human world makes him thoughtful.

There's still a lot he does and enjoys that a turtle couldn't do! And most of the time (such as when being threatened with de-mutation by Shredder) he doesn't want to go back to being a helpless turtle. But there is that lingering feeling that he might fit into the world better (and be liked by humans better) if he was simply a turtle they could keep as a pet.

#87 turtles #something there that's not #what if I didn't exist #but what if I was less #smaller #less smart #quieter #Donatello already tries a lot of the time to soften himself #he talks gently and is still often too blunt #because he doesn't know which things about what he says are upsetting #so maybe being a cute pet is the ultimate softening?#but then when he daydreams about a society of turtle people instead of being an animal #he thinks of them being able to 'stand tall'#...so I guess that's a sign Splinter redirected him in a healthier direction?#a place where he can be himself instead of a himself that he can be here without censure

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bogleech · 2 years

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I’d only watched the 2012 tmnt series before Rise, and having seen the movie, holy fuck they’re horrifying here

Utroms/Krang are fun because I can't think of a character or species that's so important to any franchise yet jumps around so drastically in alignment and personality. The original comic versions, the Utrom, were extremely intelligent, benevolent individuals! They were just needed robot bodies to compensate for how weak and helpless they are.

I don't even know why the 80's cartoon decided to condense them into one unique villain named Krang, super intelligent but an utter bastard and canonically transformed into just a brain as punishment for war crimes.

Then the 2000's series brought back the friendly alien race, but eventually revealed that its version of Shredder is just one abnormally violent and hate-filled Utrom.

So then the 2012 show, as you know, had them as a mostly malevolent race called the Kraang, who share a hive mind, but are just as dangerous for how catastrophically stupid that hive mind is, which was of course adorable, and it was only later revealed that there were a select few peaceful, independent ones.

So that brings us to Rise, where these aliens have individuality but all just identify as "The Krang," they're dangerously intelligent AND malevolent, they're incredibly lethal even without their mech suits, and they can spread biomass to take over other living things. So dangerous they already conquer the Earth in a different timeline.

But regardless of their number, alignment and intelligent level every version of these things is always the origin of the mutagen that created the turtles (and depending on who you ask, also created Daredevil?!) as well as what introduces alien technology and alternate dimensions to each continuity. I didn't even include more of the comic continuities here, which I'm not familiar with but at some point this occurs:

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #krang #shredder

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vonryaned · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓

Pairing: 2012!Donatello x reader

Summary: Takes place during season four of TMNT 2012. Inspired by “The Scientist” by Coldplay. Gender neutral reader.

Warnings: mentions of death

Word count: 3.4K

A/N: writing this was very self-indulgent and also free inner child healing i hope u enjoy

You hadn’t made it to Fugitoid’s ship in time.

You were claimed by the black hole created at the hands of the Triceratons, swallowed with the rest of the planet. The turtles, April, and Casey were lucky enough to have been saved, but it had been devastating to lose you, to leave you. No one would be able to forget the look on your face as you stared up at the closing hatch with scared, helpless eyes. With the gravity askew and the force of the black hole growing stronger, you lost your footing and couldn’t reach the ship. But there was nothing that could be done.

They decided to fix everything in the name of all that had been lost. For your home, for Splinter, for you. They time traveled six months into the past in order to do so, to prevent the black hole generator from ever activating.

Space brought its fair share of lifestyle adjustments to make. The hardest one to get used to was your absence, and not everyone became accustomed to it. Some only became more and more aware of it.

Donnie hadn’t realized how much he missed you.

The loss hit him the hardest. You were one of his best friends, his lab partner, a comforting presence when he would work late into the night. A provider of coffee and energy drinks and sugary snacks. A keen observer of his technology, always eager to listen to his tangents, to appreciate his knowledge rather than dismiss it like the others did. He had gotten too comfortable with having you around to possibly part with you.

As the saying goes, you never know how much you appreciate something until it’s gone. He eyed the spare spacesuit in the armory that undoubtedly would have been for you. He thought of you on every space mission, taking mental notes of whenever you would have thrown in a witty remark if you were there. He often piped up to ask you a question while he was manning his station on the ship, only to remember and stop himself. He even found himself fretting less and less about his giddy crush on April.

He spent a notable amount of time immersed in the ship’s holographic simulations, sitting next to your silhouette on a New York City rooftop and retelling tales from the cosmos. He gave you mission updates. Sometimes he sat in silence, trying to convince himself that the projection had the same comforting presence you had.

And, of course, he pondered the logistics of the time travel that occurred. Because he went back in time, there is another past version of himself back on Earth with you. Overlooking your friendship, your presence. Probably still fussing about April.

The more he thought about it, the more he believed that perhaps there was a good reason for your warnings about his old crush. You told him it seemed like she wasn’t interested but didn’t want to reject him, and that he should invest his energy in someone that appreciates his efforts. And as the months passed, he put together the pieces. Unfortunately for both of you, though, it was not at the best time to do so.

He spent too much time worrying about what he lacked with April that he didn’t cherish what he had with you. He wouldn’t make the same mistake upon returning to Earth after saving it.

What he didn’t expect was to end up on Earth before the six months had completely passed.

It was an interdimensional dilemma that the turtles’ counterparts dragged them into. The other dimension’s Donnie had a portal ray that he used to transport them to the other dimension’s New York. From there, they fought the Krang and returned to your dimension’s New York. They obtained the weapon that Krang was planting in each reality, deciding it needed urgent analysis at the lab. They would finally return home to the lair after months of space travel.

And even though the situation was dire, the nostalgia that swept over the turtles nulled that fact for a minute or two. They stared with bittersweet eyes at their old television, the arcade machines, the box of a half-eaten pizza splayed out by the lounge area. They reunited with Splinter.

And it occurred to Donnie that he could finally see you again— you were probably in the lab that very moment. He desperately wanted to forget about the antimatter weapon in his clutches, to drop everything and just be with you. But the interdimensional turtles had sauntered into the lair, interrupting the reunion with Splinter, and he recognized that he couldn’t simply do that.

Donnie grabbed his counterpart and dragged him to the lab, handing off the weapon for him to begin the analysis. His counterpart had no issue making himself familiar with the lab equipment and got to work right away.

It didn’t take long for Donnie to spot you curled up on the beanbag chair with your T-Phone and earbuds in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. For the first time in months you were there, in the flesh before him, not merely a hologram, a mental projection. You soon noticed him staring and took out an earbud, offering a smile to greet him.

“Hey, Dee,” you said as you stood up to stretch. He hadn’t heard your voice in so long. “Thought you just went out for patrol?”

What surprised you was that he immediately enveloped you in a hug as you were still stretching. Caught off guard for sure, you slowly brought your arms down from above your head and returned the embrace. “Hey,” you said again, softly, patting his shell with a light chuckle. You pulled back to look at him, still remaining in his arms. “What’s up?”

You couldn’t exactly read his face. A myriad of emotions fought to prevail on his features. Among them, you could see relief, longing, fondness. Regret.

He seemed startled when he tried to explain himself, fumbling over his words. “Hey, yeah, uh… we found that weapon out on patrol and gotta diffuse it,” he explained, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. “I just— I missed you a lot.” More than you know.

You laughed a little. “It hasn’t been long, stupid. I remember saying bye to you, like, ten minutes ago.” But it had been months to him, and you had no way of knowing.

Out of curiosity, you glanced back at his desk where he motioned to earlier. Your eyes lit up with confusion upon seeing his counterpart. “That’s, uh… that’s new, isn’t it?” you assumed.

He shook his head. “Yeah. A lot’s been happening. Interdimensional trouble. Here, let’s go help him out.” He led you over to the desk where his counterpart was examining the device. Donnie grabbed some equipment and got to work alongside him.

“Hey, your dimension has a (Y/N), too?” his counterpart said, briefly looking up. He smiled to himself. “I was gonna take mine out for pizza later today. Better take care of this first, though.”

You couldn’t help but grin. Donnie couldn’t help but mentally beat himself up for being unable to do the same. There had been so many opportunities that he took for granted in his past. He promised himself that when the Earth was saved, it would be the first thing he’d do.

The analysis of the weapon —or rather, the bomb, as it turned out to be— brought distressing news. There were two identical bombs scattered somewhere across the dimensions, both rigged to go off in about fifteen minutes. Donnie quickly told his counterpart to inform the others while he made some adjustments to the portal ray, enabling them to track the bombs. It was admittedly a bit selfish on his part given the circumstances, as he was scouring for opportunities to seize a moment alone with you.

And this was it. He still worked swiftly on the task at hand, but his mind was swimming with everything he wanted to say. How could he possibly go about explaining the situation to you? Should he even try to explain it?

“Listen (Y/N), there’s… something I need to tell you,” he began. His nerves were starting to best him, so he kept his eyes trained on the various wires of the portal ray.

You nodded. “Shoot.”

“This is— I… This is gonna sound crazy, but would you believe me if I said I was from the future?”

“Well, I mean, you did just arrive here with some other Donatello from an alternate dimension, so… Anything’s possible, I guess?”

“Alright. Alright, that’s good to hear,” he said, relieved and encouraged by your open-mindedness. “Just… hear me out on this one, okay?” He paused for a moment, finally glancing up at you. “Almost six months ago, in an alternate timeline, the Earth was destroyed. My brothers, April, Casey and I were saved, but… you didn’t make it.”

Your eyes widened, but you remained silent.

“And, well, being in space for that long —without you— made me realize a few things, to say the least. As the saying goes, you never know how much you appreciate someone until they’re gone.” Despite him being so flustered, all his words were deliberate.

“I missed you. So much— that’s what I meant when I told you that earlier. Until now, I hadn’t seen you for months, or, as they say in space, for nextons. But I thought about you every day. I looked at the stars and saw you with them.”

Warmth crept up onto your face. “But— I thought that…” Your gaze wandered over to the picture of Donnie pushing April on a swingset, framed with hearts at the edges. Donnie cringed, deciding to swap out the picture as soon as he returned.

“It was never about April, (Y/N). It was always you. You’re my lab partner, after all.” He sent you a smile, still radiating so many emotions. Finished with his upgrades on the portal ray, he fastened the cover back on and powered it up. “I’m sorry for not acknowledging it earlier.”

“Only took Earth’s destruction for you to figure me out,” you grumbled, nudging his side before leaning into him. He hummed, pulling you closer, briefly resting his cheek on the top of your head. But the moment was short lived, as the remaining turtles returned to the lab to set forth with their mission.

“Alright Donnie, what do we do?” Leo asked, the rest of the group right behind him.

“I attuned the portal ray to locate the other Dimensionizers, and the next one…” Donnie booted up the device, firing it towards the empty space in the lab. A portal materialized to the alternate dimension’s New York, honing in on the Channel Six building there. “...is here.”

The team set off, but Donnie lingered. He stood before the portal with sad eyes, turning back for one last moment with you.

You smiled weakly and took a few steps toward him. “Such a shame for us to part.”

“I’ll be back, I promise,” he assured, resting his hands on your shoulders. “And the Earth will stay intact, and I’m not gonna lose you again.”

“Yeah, I’m counting on you for that one,” you said with a forced chuckle. Then your face fell. “You… should probably get going now. Don’t leave your brothers waiting. Me? I can wait a few more nextons for you.”

“I appreciate that. In my opinion, you’ve been waiting long enough already.” He approached you, his outstretched hand settling on your cheek. His eyes softened. “May I?”

A sheepish smile bloomed on your face. You leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek, giving him an answer in its own right. “Yeah, of course.”

And it felt so right. Nothing more than a peck on the lips, but it was solicited, sweet, genuine. Not like a consolation prize, out of pity, like the handful he had received from April. This really meant something. The perfect parting gesture. A way of conveying his promises, of signifying a new beginning.

You let out a breathy sigh and a laugh when you pulled away. “Just a few more nextons, right?”

“Yeah. Trust me, it’ll be over quicker than you can say ‘time travel.’” He started off towards the portal. “Love you, (Y/N).” And then he was gone. The portal closed behind him.

And until his return, you would be left to ponder the short interaction from that night. It was strange to see him, a figment of the future, and then his past self, the one from your timeline. Still hopelessly fixated on the girl that eludes him. Funny how space travel will do that, you thought to yourself.

When Bishop brought news of the Kraang and the Triceratons, you could only assume the destruction would be coming. You did everything you could to help in the moment (with some strange, looming feeling of unknown déjà vu), but you were on constant lookout for the future turtles to drop in and help.

The weapon was on the verge of being detonated. You used what ninjutsu skills you could against the Triceraton soldiers, but they were much too strong for you to do any real damage.

But then, amongst the madness of the fight, you saw them.

The turtles from the future, clad in high tech space gear, rushed in to aid their past selves. You immediately locked eyes with Donnie, sharing a knowing grin from a distance. With a renewed fighting spirit, you leapt back into battle alongside him.

The past turtles seemed confused, but nonetheless helped them with the battle. And, luckily, the outcome this time around was different. Splinter caught sight of Shredder’s true intentions before they could come to fruition. Leo destroyed the timer on the black hole generator. Forced into a corner, the Triceratons beamed back to their ship to retreat, and Fugitoid reclaimed the black hole generator, sacrificing himself to destroy it and the Triceraton fleet.

The adrenaline was wearing off, and the turtles mourned the loss of their friend, Fugitoid. You looked around a final time, ensuring that everything was still intact. And then you approached Donnie again. “What a relief to still be on Earth right now,” you sighed.

Donnie wrapped an arm around you. “I’ll say. I wouldn’t want to see the past without you.”

“So, uh, what’s gonna happen with… them?” You motioned to the time clones: the past turtles, April, and Casey. The Aprils were having a friendly conversation on a park bench, and the Caseys were arguing about the Earth not being big enough for the both of them. You laughed at that.

A whirring in the sky caught your attention, and you looked up to see a duplicate of Fugitoid’s ship flying in to make a landing.

Donnie made a quick deduction. “Wait. If there are two sets of us in this universe, then there would be two Fugitoids, as well!”

The ship landed and the hatch opened, revealing the past Fugitoid. “Hello, my dear friends,” he greeted kindly. “My name is Professor Zayton Honeycutt. How would you like to go on a wondrous adventure?”

The past turtles all murmured in excitement, eager to partake.

“Space is awesome, guys, and if there's one guy in the universe you can trust, it's the Professor,” Leo assured.

“Thank you, Leonardo. Perhaps we'll all meet again in the future,” Fugitoid said, a smile in his robotic voice.

The past turtles bid a swift hug and farewell to Master Splinter before running aboard the ship, past April and Casey trailing close behind. Everyone else waved as the ship soon flew off.

“Don't eat the Vanarian muffins!” Mikey yelled after them.

“Well, I guess that solves that,” you chuckled, glancing up at Donnie.

“What, you’re telling me you don’t wanna go on a wondrous space adventure?” he teased in reply.

“Nah, I think I’ll pass. I’m content right here on Earth.” You leaned into his side, arm still securely around your shoulders. “With you.”

“Y’know, I’m willing to bet that, eventually, past me will be having the same regrets I had up there.”

You shrugged with a grin. “His loss.”

“There just isn’t enough (Y/N) to go around in the universe,” he joked. “Say, d’you wanna go get pizza? I’ve been waiting to ask ever since I last saw you.”

You glanced over at his tired family members, all planning on retreating to the lair and calling it a night. “Aren’t you exhausted? I mean, you did just save the world. After six months of space travel.”

“All things considered, not really. I’ve been looking forward to telling you all about the trip.”

As his family retired to the sewers after an exhausting battle, you and Donnie ventured out into the city in a fun little chase. It was playful but stealthy, slipping past one another with little shoves to the shoulder and quiet laughs. You picked up a pizza from Antonio’s with your favorite toppings before meeting Donnie at your spot on the rooftop. Between slices, he would retell his tales from the cosmos.

“Leo was totally geeking out at first. I mean, after watching Space Heroes for so long, it was practically his dream come true.”

You laughed a little, already imagining how thrilled he must have been. “Yeah, I bet he had lots of fun playing Captain Ryan out there.”

“And Raph has a pet alien turtle now. He’s a really fascinating creature, a Vorkathian Fire Turtle from a planet called Magdomar. And, don’t tell Raph I said this, but his soft spot for little Chompy is pretty obvious.”

“I’ll have to meet him next time I come visit.”

“And Mikey had a blast sampling all the space cuisine. At least when it wasn’t trying to eat him back. Oh—! And there was this one time we were dealing with a mischievous wish-granting creature and I accidentally made Casey smarter than me.”

“Casey? Smart? No way.” You couldn’t wipe your smile off your face no matter how hard you tried. He was a great storyteller, after all. “And what about you?”

“Well, other than missing you, it was a great learning experience. Fugitoid taught me a lot. Out in space, scientific knowledge is ages ahead of anything on Earth, so I had a lot to catch up on. And it definitely heightened my understanding of technology and astronomy in general, so I can take that back to the lab with me. Along with our new gear, which is pretty sweet.”

“Yeah, that’s great,” you said with a genuine sparkle in your eyes as you looked at him. Shortly after you took a bite of your pizza slice. “I’m just glad you’re back. Well— this version of you.”

“I’m sure it was weird for you to have to hang around my time duplicate. Especially knowing what the future brought. Kinda makes me cringe thinking about it, if I’m honest.”

“Nothing you haven’t already lived through. And yeah, it was strange, but I tried to act normal. I didn’t wanna mess with the time continuum if I could help it. At that point you were still hung up on April.”

“Ugh, please don’t remind me.” Donnie was grabbing another slice when the perfect idea struck him. “Hey, y’know that picture frame I have in the lab? The one with the hearts around it?”

You glanced at him, confused. The one showcasing the photo of April on the swingset. “Yeah…”

“I think it’s about time I replace the picture.” He took out his T-Phone with his free hand, swiftly opening the camera application. He held it with an outstretched arm.

Your heart leapt. Your picture together in that frame. “Hold on a sec,” you said, carefully moving the open pizza box so you could shift closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder, holding up your half-eaten slice as you smiled the widest you had that night.

Donnie carefully put his arm around you, ensuring not to get grease on you while he presented his own pizza slice over your shoulder. He smiled as well, showing off his gap tooth.

Together, you captured the moment.

Donnie displayed it in his lab with pride. You couldn’t help but mirror the smiles in the picture whenever you saw it.

After waiting so many nextons, it was worth it.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt x reader #donatello #donnie #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt imagine #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt donnie x reader #madrcar writes

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ynyaan · 1 year

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𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 ☾ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 / 𝙂𝙣!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: Loki heard the reader wasn't sleeping well. He comes over and microwaves popcorn as they watch a movie, and she falls asleep.

.ᐟ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣

2:36AM

...

You were practically dragging your feet out the bedroom door. It's been about 48 Hours since you got proper sleep. Your mind wanted to collapse and your eyes were weary, but it's like your subconscious is alerted to stay awake.

You've just come back from a failed mission. A simple mission where four children were kidnapped. But for a split-second, you had your guard down and it cost the lives of the victims. You watched all of their blood spill, helpless and screaming, begging for you to help.

Every time you close your eyes, you keep remembering. It was as if the children were taunting you, their faces etched in red, telling you that you were the "hero" and yet you couldn't save them when you needed to.

You sighed deeply, finally out the door and onto the couch. You lay down, tossing and turning, your stomach straining against you and your head scratching inside your heart. You chugged down two sleeping pills and waited.

3:17AM

...

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath. You were wide awake than ever, actually.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door. You sit up quickly and raised both your fists. Who the hell would knock on your apartment door at this hour if not an enemy?

You take off the lock on your door and twist the knob slowly. You were ready to punch at any time, slowly, you poked your face out the door.

You couldn't really say it was a friendly face that appeared nor a foe's. Yet even so, you opened your door to its total capacity and bridged your eyebrows together as the God of Mischief smiled at you sheepishly.

"Hey, Lo'." You wearily say, not having the energy even to finish his name. You didn't even want to ask how he knew your apartment or why he was here. You were just tired.

"Hey, mortal. You look terrible than usual." Loki licked his upper lips and smirked. But it wasn't his usual smug smirk, it was soft. His eyes had a glint of...worry? or maybe you were delusional.

You looked down at him and realized he was clothed in a black turtle neck paired with black pants. Cute. Most importantly, he was holding a bag.

"Uhh? Why are you here at this time?" You asked. At this point, you gave up on the term 'sleep'.

He glanced away for a second, a tint of embarrassment in his eyes. "I heard from the others that you weren't sleeping well."

"I do not need pity, Loki." You dryly replied before attempting to close your door.

Loki placed a foot on the opening just before you could entirely close the door. "I do not pity you, y/n. I am here to offer...comfort. That is the term you Midgardians use nowadays, no?"

You raised your eyebrows, opening the door once more. "Fuck, Loki. You got me blushin' and shit."

You let him in as his grin got wider. He places the bag on the kitchen countertop as you plop yourself on the couch. You grab the remote and brush through the movies on Netflix. God, it's as if you've watched every movie already.

Suddenly you hear the crinkling of paper, and you turn to look at Loki opening a bag of popcorn. Your eyes lit up, and you smiled a bit too big.

"Now, now. Before I feed the ravenous and drowsy mortal, you should pick a movie, darling." He smirked as he put the popcorn in a bowl.

You sit back down comfortably, and flip through the movies. "What are your thoughts on Spongebob?" You suddenly ask without looking at him.

You heard him chuckle softly as he sat down next to you. "Whatever you want, princess."

He offers you the bowl of popcorn, and you grab it. He holds a blanket and hovers it over yours and his shoulder.

"You know, you and Squidward are quite alike." You bluntly say. A burst of laughter was offered as response. Loki's laughter was fucking adorable. For a brief moment, it was as if all his walls were down, and he let himself free. It was heavenly, and you were blessed to hear him laugh that way.

Silence surrounded the room, and your eyelids began to close, but for a brief moment, those memories flooded again.

Why didn't you save us?

How could you leave us there?

It should've been you.

You open your eyes in a daze. A hand was patted on your back, realizing you were breathing too fast. You subconsciously grab his arm.

"Calm down, (y/n). I'm right here, I'm right here...and I won't be leaving anytime soon." Loki's voice was filled with worry as you kept your eyes on his green ones.

Your eyes start to swell up as you squeeze on him tighter, "I fucking let them die, Loki!" A burst of tears poured out of you, but before you could wipe your face, big arms were around you.

A wave of warmth suddenly surrounded you. It was tender and sweet, making you want to cry even more.

"You did your best with the situation, y/n. There was nothing you–or we could've done." He pulled away from you and began rubbing your cheek. It was so soothing, and his gaze was unlike the Loki you knew.

"Anyone would've done what you did, darling. The other Avengers couldn't have saved them either." He pressed his lips to your temple, and your tears finally stopped.

"You did nothing wrong."

Out of all the weeks you've come to know Loki, not once did you expect him to be this soothing. His words sounded so genuine that you honestly believed him.

“Thank you, Loki.” You rub your eyes, and you lean on his chest. His movements became stiff at first before he placed his fingers on your hair,

After a minute, your eyes began to close shut, as you felt the warmth of the God surround you.

“Sleep well, (y/n.)”

𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

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imthepunchlord · 3 months

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Which miraculous are in each set? What each of the bagua gives?

I am still feeling out placements for the numbered groups, but should soon figure it out now that I have some themes and ideas to work off of.

Spoilers ahead and it's a long post, it's all under cut.

The Twelve I am not going to share as that's still now a work in progress. That's going to take some time. But the rest I can share.

For the Eight...

Bear works off foundation, family, and ancestry. This Miraculous is meant to help you reconnect to your roots, find a rock to stand upon when you are lost, and assure you that you aren't alone.

Fish works off prosperity, abundance, and fortune. Whatever the needs be, this Miraculous will provide and secure success and a chance to thrive.

Rooster works off fame, reputation, and recognition. It promotes honesty, leadership, and confidence, inspiring others to have faith in you.

Crane/Dove/Swan will work off love, connection, happiness, and partnership. Those who have someone they desire, this Miraculous will assist in making that connection and pave a way to a promising union. Whoever goes here, the rest/other may be moved to the Twelve, Seven, or Five, depending on who gets cut.

Spider works off creativity, projects, and life. For those who are lacking inspiration, this will inspire the imagination and prompt unique animation.

Horse works off travel, benevolence, and assistance. Anyone who is feeling isolated and feeling helpless will find mobility and connections and friends.

Deer works off purpose, possibilities, and new beginnings. This is meant to help people pave the way forward, reflect and discover who they are. Though I will say, depending on how I do the Twelve, it could be moved there and something else could be brought into it's place.

Lastly, Pig works off self-cultivation, knowledge, and wisdom. This works off those that are need of self growth, to promote intellect and cognition, and to roll with experiences and how to bounce back. Discover your own capability.

So with now established themes to work off, protection of humanity and preservation of nature, I can now work off the possible groups, factoring in powers and roles they play.

Butterfly is with the Seven as it's power stems from connecting with other people and literally empowering them.

Ladybug's whole aspect is stepping up for the defense of humanity, to be the champion of all. So it easily fits into the Seven.

While Monkey could easily be apart of the Zodiac, the ties to Sun Wukong is what puts it with the Seven as he was a hero and helper of people, stepping up to face demons that others couldn't fight.

Wolf is going to play off the "lone wolf" and "big bad wolf" aesthetic more, which set it up to be a nice counter to the "social butterfly". And it's powers could be beneficial in the defense of humanity, similar to Cat's.

Cat is the destructive combative defender and as counter to Ladybug, is here by default.

Turtle with it's power of protection and themes of security easily fits into this group (and I'll commit to turquoise Turtle). It's also set up to be the neutral of the 7, which I kinda like.

Atm, Peafowl I could see going either way, and I have yet to think of an alternative blue for either group. Peafowls are often associated with positive themes for humans, but it can also have ties to nature, symbolizing a coming of life and revival.

Bee is with the Five as bees are heavily tied to nature, order, and preservation. And with its powers, it doesn't feel like it's for the defense and protection of humanity, and would better fit into caring for nature.

Fox is with the Five as it's powers also doesn't work off protecting humanity, it's more designed ti manipulate humans. Also, nature in myth has been tied to illusions and mystery, so Fox easily fits there.

Tigers are often thought to be kings and protectors of mountains and forests, so that's a solid point for nature. It's powers are also designed to be chaotic and disruptive to humans, so that's another solid point for the Five.

Lastly, Snake is with the Five largely due to it's heavy ties to nature, and it's views and presence in various human myth and views. It's also not entirely designed to defend humanity. Sometimes snakes are protectors and saviors of humanity (like Mucalinda who shielded a meditating Buddha from a storm, snakes being a healing symbol), and others times, they're forces of danger and destruction (the association of wicked dragons, forewarning of venomous snakes, ect.). With all of that, it's easy to apply Snake to the Five.

#ask Punchie #miraculous changes

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whilereadingandwalking · 5 months

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My partner got me Japanese Tales, edited and translated by Royall Tyler, for our trip to Japan this past spring. The volume accompanied me to Tokyo, to the old city of Kyoto, and to a hotel high above Osaka. In fact, it got relatively soaked in Kyoto rain on our visit to the Fushimi Inari shrine, so there's plenty of Japan still deep in its pages. But I didn't finish it in Japan—I finally went back and finished it this month.

Like other reviewers, I have to mention that yes, some of the tales are very dry, while others have strange translation choices, either including overly modern slang or even, Tyler mentions, "summarizing." But these are true folktales, not the spiced up modern fairytales, and Tyler tried to specifically gather tales that had been written down in olden Japan. So this collection really does show a glimpse into the stories that were once told "around the fire," and offers a fascinating look into Japanese folklore. Still, I think the volume could have been shortened—many topics were split in two but I found that Part I almost always had the best tales.

Favorites included different renditions of the girl born of a bamboo shoot, who would inspire Ghibli film The Tale of the Princess Kaguya; a couple ribald tales of tricks and caught-out affairs; many stories of everyday wisdom—the old man or chaotic stranger who turns out to be spirit or magical, my favorite of which was "The Old Mackerel Peddler"; a story where a bunch of men get their "members" stolen when they try to sleep with the magistrate's wife; some lovely fox spirit stories; and many wonderful stories where a person helps a helpless animal (usually a turtle) and gets their good deed well repaid.

Content warnings for sexual assault, pedophilia, animal cruelty, violence, ableism.

#japanese tales #royall tyler #book blog #japanese folklore #japanese books #my book reviews

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Ooh, okay so imagine reader and Enid were friends before the apocalypse right? Readers parents die during the apocalypse, and ends up joining Enid and her parents. Skip to the part where Enid's parents die :(. Reader is there with her and they make their way all alone together till' they reach Alexandria and meet Carl :).

aaaaa i love this !! i have a slight vision for this and i’m gonna try my best to replicate it into writing 😭 i hope you enjoy 🩷 i also kinda misread the req a little bit in the beginning so i apologize for that 😭😭

warnings: death, bit descriptive of her parents death. also the turtle scene

also there’s a slight bit of slow-burn :)

a/n: hope you all enjoy! i have quite a bit coming out within the week so look out for all of those :D

a shaky sob left your lips as you stared down at the two dead bodies below you. chunks of flesh taken out from both of their necks.

the walker who did the damage laid dead next to them as well, a clean gunshot right through its head.

in that moment, you knew this was it. the end. how are you meant to survive this alone? when you’re this young and helpless enough?

sobs continued to rack through your body. your hands shook excessively, the gun still in your right hand.

branches started to crack behind you, you whipped your body around and held the gun up, holding it with both hands, but it still didn’t stop the shakiness in your hands.

three strangers froze in their place. a man, a woman, and a younger girl, she looked around your age. a family.

they all put their hands up immediately at the sight of a gun being pointed at them. “we’re not gonna hurt you.” the man spoke hesitantly. he slowly put his hands down.

he stepped closer to you, but you kept the gun up. “kid, it’s okay.” he spoke again. he looked down at the dead bodies, “are these… your parents?”

you sniffed, “they got bit. i-i don’t know what to do.”

the man turned to the woman and the girl. they stepped forward, standing next to the man. the man and woman turned to each other, silently communicating.

he turned back to you, “would you like to stay with us? we have a car, and gas… and food. you’ll be safe with us.”

you lowered the gun. “i know that we can’t prove you can trust us, but you can. we’ll keep you safe.” he added. he then pointed to the girl, “this is Enid. our daughter. what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeated, “we can keep you safe. if you want to come with us. it’s up to you.” he offered. you looked between the three of them. nothing about them screamed that they had bad intentions. they’re just trying to make it through the apocalypse, just like you.

“i’ll… i’ll go with you.” you said quietly.

“okay, kids, keep an eye out for walkers while we refill the gas tank.” Enid’s dad instructed the two of you. you both nodded and stood up on the side of the car so you could see over their heads.

it had now been over a month since Enid and her family took you in with them. they proved themselves right, they did everything to keep you and Enid safe.

you and Enid got along quickly. you had the same interests; comics, same favorite shows and movies. Enid was easy to talk with, and you felt very comfortable with her. you found comfort in Enid.

while her parents worked together to refill the tank, the two of you kept an eye on every area around you, watching out for walkers.

“mom, dad.” Enid spoke. “there’s two coming.” you looked over to where she was looking, and saw the two walkers slowly approaching her parents. your heart dropped slightly just at the sight of one. “guys, you should get back in the car.” you told them.

“we’ll only be a few more seconds guys, we’re fine.” Enid’s mother said, her sweet voice filled with not even an ounce of worry. you wanted to pull out your gun but you couldn’t, it would just attract more walkers.

the walkers only got closer and your heart increased in speed by a lot, “guys!” you yelled. “get back in the car!”

“mom! dad-“ Enid started to yell, but the walkers had already gotten to them. Enid screamed out as you both ran to get them, but they had already taken chunks out of their neck and collarbones. blood spilled everywhere as the walkers didn’t stop feasting.

you pulled Enid back into the car and locked the doors. she pressed her hands the window, watching her parents get eaten as she sobbed.

you couldn’t bare to look at it. the memories of what happened to your parents came flooding back.

“Enid,” you choked out. “don’t look, come here.” you gently pulled her away from the window and let her fall into your arms. Enid sobbed into your neck as you held her tightly.

you were at a loss of thought. what was going to happen now? how were you and Enid meant to survive like this? you only had each other now.

Enid broke out of your arms, immediately going back to the window. you didn’t try to stop her this time, letting her grieve in her own way. she brought a shaky hand to the dusted glass of the window, dragging her finger across it to write three letters.

you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make out the letters. jss is what it said.

“Enid?” you asked quietly, unsure of how to approach her just yet. “what does that mean?” she moved away from the window and turned around to face you.

“just survive somehow.”

you stared at her with teary eyes, “we need… to just- survive somehow, Y/N. we aren’t made to live like this, but we need to. together. ” she told you, voice cracking every other word.

“together.” you repeated.

nothing had brought you and Enid closer than being stranded in the woods for weeks on end. all you had left was each other, and not even scraps of food. her knife and your gun too.

you attempted to keep the car until there was no more gas to find. it didn’t last very long, which is how you landed here in the woods like this. dirt covered your entire bodies, your clothes were torn and dirtier than your skin. everything was on its last legs.

your stomach growled for the 8th time in the last ten minutes. it was starting to hurt more than anything, you needed to find something to eat. anything.

“can we stop for a minute?” you asked Enid. she looked around the area before nodding, “come sit over here. behind this tree.” you followed her and sat with her behind the tree.

she started to dig through her bag, looking for any water or food. you looked through yours too, but had no luck.

“got anything?” you asked. she shook her head. you sighed, “fuck.”

“we’ll find something.” she reassured you. her hand lightly brushed over yours, and you swore you could’ve felt a slight spark. but maybe it was the hunger was getting to you.

you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the tree. Enid pulled out a wrinkled comic, flipping through the pages mindlessly until you felt better to start walking.

small footsteps danced around your ears. you opened your eyes and started to look for whatever was making that noise. it caught Enid’s attention as well. “what is that?”

“i don’t know,” you told her, pulling your gun out from your pocket. you both continued to look out for whatever might come your way, and then a small turtle walked slowly in front of the two of you.

“it’s… a turtle.” you said, “that’s what was making that noise. a literal turtle.” Enid stared at it for a long moment, “lets kill it.”

your eyes widened, “what?”

“we need food, Y/N!” she hissed out. “you’re close to starving and i’m about to be as well. remember what i told you?”

you nodded, “…just survive somehow.” you whispered. “this is how, Y/N. i know that this is cruel as fuck, but we need to survive.”

“okay.” you told her. Enid pulled her knife out and grabbed the turtle off the ground. it ducked its head into its shell when she did so. she took a deep breath before slicing right into it. you winced and turned away from her.

“here,” she spoke. you turned back to her, and she held out a handful of the turtles bloody meat. you were hesitant, but took it out of her hands.

you stared at it for a moment, almost feeling nauseated. but that could’ve been the starvation for all you knew. you took a deep breath and ate it, grimacing at the feeling of it in your mouth.

it made you feel slightly better though, the ache in your stomach had gone down. you didn’t hesitate this time in taking more of the turtle. blood stained your hands and mouth, but you couldn’t care anymore. you were far too hungry to care about any of this now.

when you and Enid finished, Enid started to rearrange the bones of the turtles. you watched her as she did so. she connected them into letters, and you realized soon after she had spelled out ‘jss’ once more.

she picked up your dirt and blood covered hand, and started to trace the same exact thing onto your fist. then she did it to herself.

this was how it was going to be now; keep repeating ‘just survive somehow’ until something happens. death, or a fucking miracle. you just had to keep telling yourself that.

your fingers intertwined with hers suddenly. “lets go.” she said. you nodded and you both stood up. you started to walk through the woods again, your hands not breaking apart from each other.

another month went by and you were still on the road with Enid. at least you think it’s been a month, maybe two, or three. you lost track long ago and didn’t even bother to try and keep up with it.

not much had changed, you were still surviving on scraps you would find anywhere, or a squirrel if you were lucky. it still wasn’t something you could get used to eating, but you had to endure it just to live.

Enid slept peacefully beside you. it was nighttime, so while she slept, you stayed up to watch over incase a walker started to approach. you took turns, so tonight was your turn to stay up.

her head laid on your thigh, her hand resting on it as well. one of your hands lightly touched played with her hair while the other held one of Enid’s comics.

the night was dead silent, and it was unsettling to say the least. you couldn’t see anything either.

you set the comic on your other leg to turn the page and lifted it back up. while you read the page, Enid twitched in her sleep. you didn’t think much of it, as she was still fast asleep on your leg.

but then her fingers gripped the fabric of your pants, and small cries left her lips. you set the comic down, “Enid?” you asked, pushing her shoulder lightly.

Enid didn’t wake, and continued to cry in her sleep. “Enid!” you said slightly louder and shook her shoulder once more.

she jolted awake, looking around her surroundings as she breathed heavily. “Enid, it’s just me.” she jumped at your voice, but relaxed when she turned around to face you. “are you okay? what happened?” you asked.

Enid sniffed and wiped the tears away from her eyes. “it was just a nightmare.” she answered briefly. “do you wanna talk about it?”

Enid shook her head and moved closer to you. she laid her head on your shoulder and placed her legs over your thighs. your heart started to race at how close you were, but you remained calm, swallowing the knot in your throat.

“get some sleep. i’ll continue to watch over,” you told her. she nodded and buried her face into your neck, gripping your shirt tightly in her hand.

you leaned your head down and pressed a kiss to her head, lingering your lips there for a few moments longer.

Enid fell asleep soon after that, leaving you alone with the quietness once more. you drifted off into your thoughts, questioning yourself on why your heart would race ever time she got close to you. every time she held your hand, you felt like you were going to explode. in a good way, of course.

there was something about Enid, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. she was extremely smart. Enid was the one who made the decision of where to go next, and you just followed wherever she went, agreeing to whatever she said.

it was easy to admit now that you didn’t want to ever be away from Enid. you would live happily if she would always be this close to you. meeting her was possibly the only good thing that would come out of this new world.

before you knew it, sunlight was slowly rising. Enid woke again when the sun peeked into trees and flashed into her eyes.

“morning,” you mumbled. she hummed back, still not fully awake yet. “did you sleep okay after your nightmare?” you questioned.

“sort of. i’m fine now, i think.” Enid answered, rubbing her hands over her tired eyes. “we should get back on the road.” she told you. “now? don’t you want to finish waking up at least?”

she shook her head, “it’s best to go now.”

you gathered everything up your bag and threw it over your shoulder. the two of you stood up and walked into the road next to the tall trees. her hand intertwined with yours, almost instinctively.

the only noise that was now heard were birds chirping. although, it wasn’t like it used to be. it was usually louder, but because there were more birds, but now there’s barely any left as well.

it was a sound you enjoyed, but now felt like it was taken for granted. everything felt like it was now taken for granted. you’re so young, you barely got to live and enjoy everything you wanted to experience in life. you were forced to mature when you weren’t supposed to. both of you were.

“you’re spacing out,” Enid pointed out, breaking you out of your thoughts. “what’re you thinking about?”

“everything.” you responded. “i feel like i wasn’t able to appreciate the world enough before this happened.”

“i get it.” she said quietly. “no one saw it coming, so i don’t believe anyone was truly able to appreciate anything.” you nodded to her words.

Enid suddenly stopped in her tracks, and she stared into the distance in front of you. “Enid?” you asked slowly. “what do you see?”

“c’mon.” she said, holding your hand tighter as she started to walk again, not answering your question. you didn’t question any further and allowed her to drag you to whatever she saw.

the further you walked, a gate started to come into your vision. it was makeshift, you could tell.

so it only meant one thing; there’s people alive behind those gates.

Enid stopped walking when you were in front of the gate. on the side, there was a sign that read ‘Alexandria’. you both stared at the gate, not knowing what to do now that you’ve arrived at it.

footsteps could be heard through the gate, and then the metal started to slide open. you backed up slightly, tightening your hand around Enid’s once more.

when it fully opened, 3 people stood at the gate. a short blonde woman, and two taller men on either side of her. they all eyed the two of you suspiciously.

“who are you?” the woman asked. when you went to respond, it felt like something got caught in your throat. you for some reason felt so intimidated by these people.

“Enid. and this is Y/N.” Enid spoke for you. “how old are you?” she asked another question, raising her head slightly. “we’re both sixteen.”

all 3 looked at each other once more. the woman turned back to you after a minute, “come inside.”

you and Enid then shared a look, Enid nodded, so you did too. your hands grip on her didn’t let up as you walked inside and the two men closed the gate.

“welcome to Alexandria. i’m Deanna Monroe, and these are my sons, Aiden and Spencer. i’m the leader of Alexandria.” she held out her hand, and Enid shooks hers first. you had to drop Enid’s hand so you could shake hers as well.

Deanna eyed yours and Enid’s hand when she let go of yours. “usually i’d like to interview whoever comes to that gate, but it looks like you guys need to clean up and rest a while before i do. i could show you to a house if you’re interested. we have electricity and working showers.”

you stared at her blankly for a moment, not sure if what you were hearing was real, and you weren’t actually hallucinating this entire situation.

“that would be great.” Enid answered again. Deanna smiled, “follow me.” Enid took your hand once more, pulling you along with her while you still tried to process everything.

you looked around, all of the houses were huge. there were a few rows of them, and it made you realize that there were more people alive than you thought. if you were being honest, ever since the loss of Enid’s parents, Deanna and her sons are the most people you’ve seen in months.

Enid stopped, and you turned your head back around. you were now in front of another huge house. “the doors unlocked, so you can go ahead and walk in. every sink, and light in that house is working. so don’t be afraid to use anything.”

Enid led the way and you followed with shaky legs. when you walked in and she closed the door, you released a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. every weight was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

“Y/N? you feeling alright?” Enid asked, holding your face in one hand. you got lost in her eyes for a moment, but then you fell into her arms, letting go of her hand so you can hold her tightly. “is this real?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“it’s real.” she whispered back. “we’re safe now.” you melted into her arms at that, never feeling more safe than ever. you lifted your head up to face Enid once more.

she smiled softly at you, looking at you with complete adoration. your eyes dropped down to her lips and suddenly, you both started to lean forward.

your lips connected to hers hesitantly. Enid held the back of your head as she kissed back. you pulled away after a short while, and Enid laughed breathlessly against your lips, leaning into you once more.

- 3 Months Later -

Enid cuddled into your side as you held the comic book in front of the both of you. Mikey, a boy you met when you arrived in Alexandria, was playing a video game on the small TV of Ron’s room, the other boy you met.

the four of you are the only teens in Alexandria, you and Enid don’t hang out with them frequently, but occasionally Ron invites you over. both you and Enid preferred staying inside with each other, alone.

it’s been great living in Alexandria. you always had food, and you couldn’t get enough of the hot showers. the first one you took after arriving, you were in there for almost two hours, just engulfing yourself in the heat it provided.

muffled words could be heard from downstairs of Ron’s house, and then footsteps started to ascend up the stairs. the door was pushed open, and Ron walked in with another boy.

he was from the new group that just arrived not too long ago, you didn’t know his name yet, though.

“is this uh, anyone’s comic? i found it.. and read a little bit of it.” the boy spoke. you looked up at him, and realized he was holding a comic that you and Enid misplaced a few days ago. “oh, that’s Y/N and Enid’s. behind you.”

he turned around, shocked that he didn’t see you when he first walked in. you sat up, “thanks, we actually lost that a few days ago.” you chuckled lightly. he handed you the comic, “you’re welcome. i’m uh, Carl.”

“Y/N.” you responded, and then looked back behind you. “and that’s my girlfriend, Enid.” she looked up briefly, and then looked back down at the comic.

you gave Carl a look that said, ‘don’t worry’ when he looked slightly taken aback, wondering if he did something wrong.

“do you wanna play a video game?” Mikey asked Carl. as they got back into conversation, you laid back with Enid. she resumed her position on you, tangling her legs with yours. “home?” you mumbled in her ear.

she looked into your eyes for a moment before nodding. you both stood up and she left first, but you stayed back for a moment.

“me and Enid are gonna go home. it was nice meeting you, Carl.” you told him with a smile. he turned to you, “you too.” he smiled back.

once you left, Carl turned back to Ron and Mikey. “they live alone?” Ron nodded without taking his eyes off the screen, “they like being alone with each other. they rarely come out and every once in a while i invite them over. they just prefer each other over everyone else here.”

“do we have to go to this thing?” Enid grumbled, fixing her shirt in the mirror. “we don’t talk to anyone there. you know we’re just gonna sit in the corner and judge everyone.”

you laughed, “i don’t wanna go either, trust me. but Deanna is forcing us for whatever this reason. i’m honestly not sure why this new group is such a big deal. i mean- Carl’s cool or whatever.”

she shrugged, “yeah. kinda glad he found that comic though.” she said, making you laugh once more. you walked behind her in the mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind.

“you look so pretty.” you said. she smiled slightly. “you’re prettier.” you playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. “wrong. lets go.”

you and Enid walked hand-in-hand to Deanna’s house, where she would be throwing a small welcoming party for this new group. when you walked in, music from a CD player was playing one of the rooms, and it was already crowded inside the house.

“this is awful.” Enid mumbled to you. “i know. i promise we won’t stay long.” you walked through the main hallway, looking into the rooms that surrounded you.

“Y/N! Enid!” someone yelled. both of you turned your heads. Ron, Mikey, and Carl were sitting at a table away from everyone, and that all had cards in their hands. “come over here!”

“you want to?” you asked Enid. “for a bit.” she answered. you nodded and the two of you walked over to the table and sat down next to each other.

“surprised you’re actually here.” Ron teased. Enid gave him a bittersweet smile, not amused by his joke. “we’re just playing War. here.” Ron handed you each a set of 7 cards.

you shuffled through them and Carl set down the first card. you went last, and your card was the highest number, only one number higher than Carl’s.

“oh that’s so fucked up.” he whined, and you laughed. “i’m a god at this game, by the way.” you told him. “she is!” Enid groaned, “i can never win against her.”

“we’re gonna go get drinks, guys. want anything?” Ron asked as him and Mikey stood up. the three of you shook your head and they left shortly after.

“wanna continue?” Carl asked, holding up his cards. “yeah, let’s do it.” you all started to place your cards down, and you won for a second time. and a third time.

“how are you doing this?” he laughed, “i’m just that good.” you shrugged. “oh my god,” Enid spoke. “don’t ever play Uno with Y/N. unless you really love losing.”

“oh, nonono. we have to play now. i too am a god at Uno.” you raised your eyebrows in amusement, “really?”

“really. all three of us could play.” he offered. you looked over at Enid, “sounds fun.” she responded.

after Ron and Mikey came back, you all played for another hour before Enid tugged on your shirt, signaling that she wanted to go home.

you walked back to your house and changed out of your clothes to change into a tank top and shorts. when you settled into your bed, Enid cuddled into your side, resting her head on your chest.

“i actually kinda liked Carl.” Enid told you quietly. “he’s actually funny, and quite frankly just better than Ron. Mikey’s okay.”

“Carl is really cool.” you agreed, “he likes the comics we read too.” she nodded against your chest. “i think besides you, he’s the only person i’d really like to spend time with again.”

you smiled, pressing a kiss to her head. “i feel the same way.” you mumbled into her hair. Enid briefly connected your lips, “okay, i’m tired. goodnight.”

with one last chuckle, you closed your eyes and leaned your head on hers. “goodnight, sweetheart.”

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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Trigger warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence.

Hello lovelies~ A while ago i posted an idea I had for a Zombie Apocalypse AU with Leo, so I just thought I'd write a lil something more as well since I'm in the mood to procrastinate :)

Should I make this a legit series? Let me know in the comments and/or tags! If you have any ideas as well, feel free to drop an ask and let me know!!

P.S.: Hermosa = Beautiful

You run, and you run, but there's nowhere to hide. You glance over your shoulder, eyes wide and filled with terror as the walking corpses advance towards you.

Your back meets the cold brick wall behind you, a shiver creeping up your spine as the thin shirt you have on provides minimal protection against the danger approaching.

Where is he?

You begin to panic, eyes darting around in desperate search of the turtle who moments earlier, had convinced you to become bait.

You stifle a groan. He was nowhere in sight.

You never should have trusted him. The apocalypse had changed you, made you vulnerable to any hint of kindness and human(or non-human) interaction.

You were too soft, and this was the result of your stupidity.

Your eyes narrow into a glare, fingers curling around the handle of the sheathed knife in your pocket.

You lift it up, tugging off its sheath and readying yourself.

Maybe today's finally the day you die.

Even if it is, you'd go down fighting with your last breath.

The first of the three approaching zombies is mere steps away from you. You drop into a low stance, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart.

And then you lunge.

Blade meets rotten flesh, and you stare into the empty, emotionless eyes of the groaning zombie.

It has only one intention in mind: To bite you. To make you one of them.

You forcefully remove the blade from its neck, sending it flying back with a kick into the others behind it.

They fall down like bowling pins, and you take the opportunity to grab the abandoned lid of a toppled trash can. You lift it up, using it as a shield against the inhumane strength the zombies had gained after they turned.

One lunges towards you, crashing against the lumpy metal you hold up to block it. Its hands scrabble for you, causing you to flinch.

Its nails almost draw blood, but you narrowly avoid them in time. Using the zombie's momentum against it, you find an opening to slam it against the wall, lodging the knife deep into their skull.

It sinks to the ground, the life fading out of its eyes.

A low groan echoes through the street behind you.

The last one.

You ready yourself, hands gripping the knife so tightly that your skin turns red. The cool breeze makes you shiver, lifeless corpses scattered on the floor around you.

You wipe off the blood on your cheek.

Then, you take a step.

"Cowabunga!!"

A yell causes you to look up, eyes wide in surprise. A flash of green barely escapes your gaze, and Leo lands in front of you.

His katanas are drawn, his lips quirked in that ever-so-annoying smirk of his. You glare at him, your earlier anger now returning with full force.

"You left me here by myself!!"

"Correction: I got held up." He lifts up a finger in response, before leaping towards the zombie that runs towards him.

With a single slice, the dismembered zombie falls to the ground in a helpless heap. Leo groans in disgust at its decaying teeth, eyeing the canines with a shudder.

"I could've died!" You protest, hands on your hips as the bloody knife dangles from your grip.

"But you didn't, hermosa! So in a way, my plan worked. Now let's get back to camp." He slings his swords back into their sheaths across his hip, sauntering towards you.

You poke the tip of your knife against his chest, barely covered by the hoodie he wore.

Your hoodie.

If he didn't look so damn good in it, you'd have told him to get lost by now.

"Don't do that again." You warn, your words cold and devoid of their usual warmth.

His hands are raised in surrender, breaking out into a sweat. "You got it."

You let your hand drop to your side with a sigh, beginning to walk out of the alleyway. He cheerfully drapes an arm across your shoulder, whistling gaily.

"So, what's for dinner?"

You scoff, "As if you eat anything I make."

"That's because your cooking is disgusting. I mean, who even has beans on toast anymore??" He grimaces, the disgust on his face apparent.

It ellicits a giggle from you, and you roll your eyes in response.

Maybe being soft wasn't so bad after all.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt au #leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #apocalypse au #ROTTMNT #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader #au ideas #CPDrabbles

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roachemoji · 10 months

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NEW ST LIVE BLOGGING bc i lost my old thread lmao S1 06-08 (but not really i need to rewatch the end again)

Episode 6

OKAY im starting like halfway through ep 6 again

the AUTISM in the first 30 seconds of this episode starting up again lmao EL calling him a mouth breather because its the first insult she fucking hears??? Yea YEAH

GOD JOYCE IN A TURTLE NECK <- my mom (hold oni have to jump back up here because I completetly skipped the part about Jane and her mom and the connection to El and i feel like its a little too on the nose that thats who El is given how much ive seen and read about the fuckery and connections in this show so im waiting on that - unless it is just... that. AKJHD)

I LOVE DUSTIN SO MUCH WHY DO I NEVER HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT HIM LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

hes SO smart holy shit i mean they all are but his interpersonal skills are so JUST YEAH CALL THEM OUT CALL THEM OUT also his quiet "ok" when he pushes that theyre all his best friends UGH

is this the scene is this the i think im about to watch the thing i just OH MAN HE JUST CLOCKED HIM WHO STRADDLES A MAN LIKE THAT WHEN YORUE FIGHTING HELLO

damn

anyway sorry Johnathan and Nancy Platonic Soulmates Best Friends Forever im making them bracelets !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh man i was gonna mention the van that Lucas saw but i forgot also GOD DUSTIN IS THE ONLY ONE WITH FUCKIGN SENSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH boys boys boys boys boys

I FORGOT HE PISSED HIS FUCKING PANTS LMAO

JUST PISS YOUR PANTS???? oh he okay yeah i though the was actually asking him to just piss his fucking pants

DUSTIN JUST SACRIFICING HIMSELF WHY DO I NOT HEAR MORE ABOUT HIM ACTUALLY

SO what would happen if Mike had like died what would happen if those kids had caused his death like wouold they have just ran and left Dustin or pushed him off or what like AKJSHDSKAJHD

IM SORRY THE SONG WHEN EL SHOWS UP IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

El exxperiencing PTSD so vividly breaks my fucking heart like girlie i understand i understan di do i reall really do god im so sorry BABY GIRL ITS OKAY AOOIASUDSKAH SHE OPENED THE GATE DAMN gonna like swaddle her or something god

im sorry the squad of white vans going to kidnap children is a little too on the fucking nose for me

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Episode 7

real talk could El not just explode them what if El just exploded them i mean obviously theres OTHER consequences like... killing people BUt i mean.

SHE IDNT EXPLODE THE VAN BUT I MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT GUY IS PROBABLY DEAD SO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pausing to say something actually: How child abuse is depicted so far in the show is very scary to me in how real it feels. To be a kid in those situations, to not understand the power you weild because an adult as manipulated you into believing that you're helpless? That the only person you can rely on is them, even as they're actively harming you? Brenner being aware of the harm that El can cause him but believing so strongly in the hold he has on her and therefore he is above consequence, above harm? fucking yucky The scene of him giving her the potted flower made my stomach sink. Felt a little too close to home I know that themes of abuse are really prevelant in this show and Its really interesting to see how it affects people different but especially El, someone who'se pretty fucking clearly autistic and shows a lot of the same symptoms that i did post abuse? I thought i had more to say on it and maybei will as time goes on i just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ough okay moving on --

LUCAS!!!!!!!!! APOLOGIZING and El saying she sorry too and ALL OF THEM APOLOGIZING YEAH THIS IS BOYS BEING BOYS BABEY THIS IS!!!! BOYS! BEING! BOYS!!!!!!!

WHITE WOMAN JUMPSCARE AGAIN

i cant wait to get to the part where i understand who you (POINTS AT EM) believe she is and fully feel whatever i should feel about her and what shes done or about to do or going to do in multiple timelines or what have YOU

Mikes dad makes me want to ram my head into a wall

and BRENNER is just fucking STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM

Joyce is just :3c she just!! she <3

she can.... make you fly....... and...... piss yourself

the two super powers

OUHAKJSDH i forgot they think Johnathan killed Will jesus christ i hate these two so much and OUGAKSDH GOD THANK YOU FOR AKHSDAKJH FINALLY!! THANK U IK STEVE SHAPES UP AND CHANGES HIS SHIT AND GROWS THANK GOD BUT JESUS ITS ABOUT TIME HOLY FUCK

SPIT IN HIS EYES SPIT IN HIS EYES !!!! WISH U HAD GOD NOT THEIR DND SHIT HELLOW???

the Byers,,,,,,,,,, seemed so distant before like they didnt know each other or cared but god theyre so close theyre so so close and i feel that i get that

MIKES DAD AGAIN I WANT TO HES SO FUCKING STUPID if i were locked in a room with him id put on cocomelon

HOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

THE BOYS ARE ALL SO SMART I LOVE THEM OS MUCH

El is just trying so fucking hard god the liek desperation and fear or failure and guilt that she just keeps carrying itS JUST!!!!

MR CLARKS LIL DATE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! do you ever use your teacher's autism against him and force him to info dump in the same of science.

watching them setting up the pool and knowing they probably just told them to figure it out while they filmed it <3 ALSO MIKE REALIZING HIS SISTER IS ACTUALLY COOL idk need more siblings being siblings

JOYCE IS MY MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

someone giving El the option to say no? to back out? to FEEL SAFE??? im going to lose my mind im gonan scREAM and cry and throw up!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am BANGING MY FISTS On the TABLE

genuinely WAHT did barb do to deserve this WHAT DID SHE DO SHE WAS SUCH A GOOD FRIEND OH MY GOD

joyce joyc ejoCYCE JOYCE JOYCE fuck all yall shes my favorite character im in love with her

Do episodes that end in the upside down also not end with music @ em i cant remember this happening before bc i didnt write it down <3

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Episode 8

LAST EPISIDE OF THE SEASON i went to get popcorn for this to pay full attention or as much as i could im goingin an dout of dissociating so bare with me i feel like im gonna have to rewatch the entire first season again bc i missed a lot but we'll get there in due time anyway onward and upward boys

OHH THE FIRST SCENE I SAW A PARALLEL TO EPISODE ONE!!! WITH JOYCE ON THE PHONE AND NOW YELLING AT BRENNER

god i love WHEN PEOPLE STAND UP TO BRENNER AND DONT BELIEVEHIS BULLSHIT

Hopper <333333

Johnathan and Nancy are my favorite best friends theyre jUST like GUNG FUCKING HO i love it

IM OAIUSDKAJHD NANCY AND HOPPER GOING FUCKING IN WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN yall keep underesitimating these people because you got your fancy suits and you think ou have control of the situation and then you get your ass handed to you SO IM waiting for his ass to be handed to him

do NOTTTTT DO NOT DO THIS TO ME WITH HOPPER DONT THROW ME INTO A FUCKING FLASH BACK!!!!!!! NOT LIKE THIS NOT HERE GONNA BITE

if i have to watch people cut their palms to get blood one more time im gonna STOP STOP IT STOP IT STOP oh my GOD LIKE... BAK O FYOU HAND? YOUR ARM? GIRL.

STEEVEEEEEEEEE are the lights gonna start blinking girl please pleas eplease srteve please can he help kill please bro Im HIS big brown eyes hello hwa the fuck

SO Tumblr deleted... everything after this and im kinda upset man i got like 20 minutes left in the episode not even and it just wiped out 90% of me going balls to the fuck wall about El exploding people's brains and how much i love Joyce Byers and how they gotta stopputting me through so much emotional turmoil when it comes to Hopper and his flash backs

I think im gonna rewatch the last episode to give a better genuine reaction bc i kinda spaced out at the end and dont super know whats going on now askdhj

#bo posting #bo.txt #stranger things #oougHSKDHGSJF #AH

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lancermylove · 2 years

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Changing Room Mishap (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leona, Malleus, Idia, Azul, Riddle with fem!Reader

Warning: Heavily suggestive.

Prompt: MC gets stuck in a dress while in a changing room.

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Prologue:

Why now of all times? You pulled the short dress back into place and took a deep breath, “I can do this. I have to do this.”

Grabbing the hem of the dress, you pulled the tight fabric up to your torso and attempted to push it past your shoulders. In an unfortunate turn of events, the dress got stuck around your shoulders. "Oh no...no, no, no, no!"

You stared at your reflection in the mirror and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Your arms reached for the sky as they pressed firmly against your cheeks, and the lower half of your body was exposed. You only remaining option was to call your boyfriend into the changing room for help.

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Idia shrieked at seeing your nearly naked body, ran into a corner of the dressing room, and covered his face with his hands. The color of his hair matched the color of his burning cheeks.

"Idia, can you please help me? I am stuck, and my arms hurt."

"I...c-can't h-help...my HP is 0, b-but...I'll go get help!" With those words, he ran out of the changing room at full speed.

After a few minutes, you walked out to find Idia standing by the shop's doors. "A-Are you mad at m-me?"

When you ignored his question, the gamer started sulking. But what was he supposed to do? He has never seen any women without clothes before - heck, he can't even bring himself to look at scantily dressed 2D women, and you're 3D...very much 3D.

The dragon chuckled at your helpless state but didn't waste time helping you. He carefully grabbed the dress and tugged, using enough strength to bring you crashing into his chest.

"Do you find me that irresistible that you cannot maintain your distance from me?"

Pouting at his teasing words, you narrowed your eyes, "I blame your strength."

"Do you truly wish to see my strength? Then visit my bedroom tonight, and I shall grant you your wish."

A devilish smirk tugged on his lips as he turned towards the door and exited the changing room, leaving you speechless and a blushing mess.

Leona started ruthlessly laughing at you, and when you told him not to laugh, it only made him laugh harder. "Herbivore, you look like a turtle stuck in its shell."

"Stop laughing, and help me!"

The lion rested both his hands on the curves of your waist and caressed your skin up to your chest. Before you could ask what he was doing, Leona unhooked your bra, squeezed your breasts, and freed them from the clutches of the fabric.

"Why do you look so disappointed?" In one tug, he removed your dress and handed it to you with a smirk. "Were you expectin' me to do somethin' more?"

Leona walked out of the changing room, laughing, leaving you fuming. The audacity of the lion to tease you, turn you on, and then leave you hanging. "You just wait, Leona Kingscholar. I will get you back for this."

Riddle's face turned crimson, and he immediately turned his back to you. "W-Why did you call me into the room if you were not done dressing? This is...very un-unacceptable behavior! I can-"

"You can lecture me later, but right now, I need your help. I'm stuck in this dress."

Exhaling loudly, Riddle turned around, keeping his eyes glued to your face and not daring to look at anything else, clutched the fabric in his hands, and closed his eyes. With a little struggle, he managed to pull the dress off your body.

"Now...e-excuse me." As Riddle went to turn around, you put your hand on his chest, making his body tense up.

Stepping closer to him, you brought your lips to his right ear and whispered, "You know you will have to see me without clothes one of these days, right?"

His eyes shot open, and his cheeks glowed even more. Not knowing how to respond, Riddle ran out of the room. For the rest of the week, he couldn't look you straight in the eyes, and whenever he saw you, your words rang through his mind. What will he do when that day finally comes?

Azul walked into the changing room thinking you wanted to ask his opinion about the dress, but when he saw you, he froze in his tracks, and his jaw dropped. "W-Why have...you c-called me in here?"

"I can't get out of the dress. Help. Please?"

Azul cleared his throat and helped you while trying his hardest to keep his eyes from wandering down past your shoulders. Seeing his red cheeks, you decided to tease him a little by giving him a tight hug with only your undergarments on.

"Thanks, Azul! You're the best! Okay...now, out you go~."

Outside your changing room, the octopus stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. As soon as he walked into the room and saw your state, Azul assumed it was finally that time. Sighing, he tugged his blazer further down to hide the tent in his pants. How could he have been so wrong?

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