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writingpei · 1 year

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wicked games - lee minho

pairing: lee minho x f!reader genre: academic rivals to lovers cw: curse words, parental abuse and neglect, unhealthy relationship with studying, bullying, minho is a dick sometimes summary: park y/n thinks lee minho is an idiot (regardless of how many 100% scores he scored on countless tests, how many of his papers were praised by professors, and how many ugly academic olympic trophies he won), but she can't quite remember who she was before he came along to be the bane of her fucking existence. when the two go head-to-head for a scholarship to her dream college, all hell breaks loose at haneul high school. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

￫ chapter one: destiny works in mysterious ways (wc: 4.3k)

↳ eventful timeline of terror that marked unpleasant but fundamental moments for the comprehension of the relationship between y/n and minho, its apex in the current moment in which the story takes place, the unpredictable senior year of high school

￫ chapter two: off to the races (wc: 3k)

↳ the proposal of a scholarship won through a competition is rubbed in the students' faces by the school and park y/n and lee minho can't be expected not to fly at each other's throats in the process of trying to win over one another

￫ chapter three: hit you harder (wc: 4.5k)

↳ being forced to pair up with minho in the chem lab makes for an unpleasant start to y/n's morning, but the strange blonde boy who awaits her at his knees at the end of the class makes an interesting turn of events

￫ chapter four: rumour has it (wc: 4k)

↳ rumors between y/n and hyunjin fly loose through the halls of haneul high school, and when they reach minho's ears, who knows what it might do to him

￫ chapter five: roses are fine, but i like the harder stuff (wc: 3.2k)

↳ how could minho prefer anything his money could buy over the blind hatred she felt for him?

￫ chapter six: color me green (wc: 2.6k)

↳ when school's valentine's day arrives, very little can spoil minho's good mood, especially when he finally finds out who the hwang hyunjin guy is… not that he cares anyway

￫ chapter seven: action and reaction (wc: 2.1k)

↳ when the stars start to drip from the sky, minho sees himself having to do the thing he hates the most in the world: go home

￫ chapter eight: i'll be your mirror (wc: 2.6k)

↳ triggered by the weight of his home, minho runs to the one who is always there for him; a deep dive into the friendship between him and yongbok

￫ chapter nine: welcome to the jungle (wc: 2.7k)

↳ the running for school's student council president is happening, which can only mean one thing... they want to kill each other (again)

￫ chapter ten: detention (wc: 2k)

↳ minho did something bad, but his name not being said on stage and the round of applause not being meant for him makes it all worth it

￫ chapter eleven: savior complex (wc: 2.4k)

↳ "the way to hell is paved with good intentions", but does that saying extend to the complexion of hwang hyunjin or does it stop only for him?

￫ chapter twelve: i'm looking through you (wc: 2.5k)

↳ yongbok started to plant a seed inside minho's head to try and make him realize what his feelings really mean, but he's almost figuring it out on his own

￫ chapter thirteen: feels like we only go backwards (wc: 3.5k)

↳ the hostility between minho and y/n is too much to bear even by the people around them, that’s why throwing them in a small room and locking them up together seemed like a good idea at a first glance

￫ chapter fourteen: i still don’t know where everything went (wc: 5.2k)

↳ something is going on inside minho but he can’t quite put his finger on it. the school’s basketball game, however, can only make his confusion worse

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indigenous-character-tournament · 1 year

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Indigenous Character Tournament

Round 1

The bracket was randomly generated with minor tweaking to balance it out since there are so many characters. Ties are allowed only when there is an exact 50/50 and in that case, the characters will move on as a team. Propaganda is allowed and encouraged! The polls of each bracket will last one week! Below are the match-ups in case it is hard to read the bracket! :)

Voting will start Monday, May 8th at 6:00 P.M. EST! The polls will be released in waves.

Bracket A

Eliza Maza (Gargoyles) vs Willie Jack (Reservation Dogs)

Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Kamakiri (One Piece)

Joseph (Blood Quantum) vs Fuzzy Mac (Grace Beside Me)

John Redcorn (King of the Hill) vs Clinton Skye (FBI: Most Wanted)

Travis Manawa (Fear the Walking Dead) vs Jessica Keynes (Miraculous Ladybug)

Artemy Burakh (Pathologic) vs Nakamura Kotan (Yuusha Dan)

Delsin Rowe (Infamous: Second Son) vs Moana (Moana)

Pike Dexter (Big Eden) vs Naru (Predator)

Victor Joseph (Smoke Signals) vs Volo (Pokemon Legends: Arceus)

Prince Ashitaka (Princess Mononoke) vs Kurapika Kurta (Hunter x Hunter)

Naranpa (Black Sun) vs Kirikou (Kirikou and the Sorceress)

Fredzilla (Big Hero 6) vs Margaret Kohere (Apex Legends)

Wyper (One Piece) vs Jenna Begay (Echo Project)

Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove) vs Rock (Nanbaka)

Ka'kwet (Anne with an E) vs Akita (Ninjago)

Tanis (Letterkenny) vs Caitlin (Mohawk Girls)

Bracket B

Asirpa (Golden Kamuy) vs Asterix (Asterix the Gaul)

Little Strongheart (My Little Pony) vs Atticus O'Sullivan (The Iron Druid)

Makoa Gibraltar (Apex Legends) vs Joss (Blood Quantum)

Kenai (Brother Bear) vs Ratonhnhaké:ton (Assassin’s Creed III)

Miyax/Julie (Julie of the Wolves) vs Massai (Fortnite)

Anna (Mohawk Girls) vs Princess Maya (Maya and the Three)

Izel (Onyx Equinox) vs Mercy Thompson (Mercy Thompson)

Charles Smith (Red Dead Redemption 2) vs Dr. Joshua "Strongbear" Sweet (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

Lady Silence/Silna (The Terror) vs Dedue (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Koen West (Cleverman) vs Hau (Pokémon Sun and Moon)

Elora Danan Postoak (Reservation Dogs) vs Iduna (Frozen)

Zia (Mysterious Cities of Gold) vs Knuckles Thrash/Harley (Sleepless Domain)

Carlos Oliveira (Resident Evil series) vs Nainoa Flores (Sharks in the Time of Saviors)

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Little Creek (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

Asta Twelvetrees (Resident Alien) vs Hototo (Appare-Ranman!)

Bracket C

Nate Kinski (Neighbours) vs Usui Horokeu/Horohoro (Shaman King)

Reki Kyan (SK8 the Infinity) vs Waruu West (Cleverman)

Mugen (Samurai Champloo) vs Sitka (Brother Bear)

Samantha Black Crow (American Gods) vs Sasappis (Ghosts CBS)

Nina Aroyo (A Snake Falls to Earth) vs Malakai Mitchell (Heartbreak High)

Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table) vs Nuna (Kisima Inŋitchuŋa)

Margu (Klaus) vs Raúl Cocolotl (Wendell & Wild)

Huā Chéng (Heaven Official's Blessing) vs Leilani (Indivisible)

Elatsoe Bride (Elatsoe) vs Tao (Mysterious Cities of Gold)

Scar (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Jesse Cosay (Infinity Train)

Kalgara (One Piece) vs Molly Mabray (Molly of Denali)

Miko Kalani (Barbie) vs Tom Evans (Captain Canuck)

Nani Pelekai (Lilo & Stitch) vs Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Thomas Builds-the-Fire (Smoke Signals) vs Fiza (Daevabad Trilogy)

Tikal the Echidna (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Greiger (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Maya Lopez/Echo (Marvel comics) vs Bear Smallhill (Reservation Dogs)

Bracket D

Chakotay (Star Trek: Voyager) vs Piper McLean (Heroes of Olympus)

Emperor Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove) vs Denahi (Brother Bear)

Ricky Baker (Hunt for the Wilderpeople) vs Kristoff (Frozen)

Serapio (Black Sun) vs Boy (Boy - 2010 film)

Inkarmat (Golden Kamuy) vs Geronimo Jr. (Cyborg 009)

Tanigaki Genjirō (Golden Kamuy) vs Betty (Infamous: Second Son)

Pacha (The Emperor's New Groove) vs JJ Jacobs (DImension 20)

Kaya'aton'my (American Girl) vs Danielle Moonstar/Mirage (Marvel comics)

Knuckles the Echidna (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Sacagawea (Night at the Museum)

Débora (Cidade Invisível) vs Matthew Carver (Kagagi)

Papa-Capim (Turma da Mônica) vs Professor Kukui (Pokémon Sun and Moon)

Tainá (Tainá uma aventura na Amazônia) vs Nuna (Indivisible)

Ken Hotate (Parks and Recreation) vs Nizhoni (Race to the Sun)

Revali (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild) vs Daunis Fontaine (Firekeeper's Daughter)

Korra (The Legend of Korra) vs Ch'ah Toh Almehen/Namor the Submariner (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever)

Tye Longshadow (Young Justice) vs Lilo Pelekai (Lilo & Stitch)

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royallyprincesslilly · 10 months

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Deception {12}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Mild cursing, Plot, Angst, Violence, Slightly unhinged John, Creative Liberties Taken, Non-Canon Material,

Words: 2.8k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as a sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Everything is different. You’re different. Master Chief is different and Halsey has taken notice. Under the guise of John needing “assistance” the rules of engagement have changed. Cortana is a part of him now. What does that mean for you and him? Is this the end?

Note I: AND WE ARE BACK!!!!

Note: II Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread AT ALL***

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-John-

“Who are you loyal to, Cortana?”

It was something he’d asked out of the blue. Something he’d been pondering for a full 2 weeks now. It had been two weeks from hell. Before with the pellet, he didn’t know what he was missing. He didn’t know any better than to know that cold, aloofness with one thought in mind of a better Reach and better future for the human race was no way to live. He didn’t realize he was missing out on so much more, like joy, peace, fear, pleasure, and awe. He didn’t know how beautiful the sunset was before, or how warm the sunrises were. He didn’t understand that fear wasn’t a complete weakness but that it could make you stronger. He didn’t comprehend that having something to lose made him better. He also didn’t know that the touch of a kind hand, the graze of soft lips, and the heat of one body could be so addictive.

Yeah, the two weeks since he’d made the call to stay away from you had been a living hell. He'd lived through many hells before, but this was different. He struggled in ways he’d never before. Now everything wasn’t monotonous. He had to put real thought into every move, every word, every call because every single instinct he had was now rewired for one purpose. You. And that was a major problem. If anyone found out he was different, they’d find out about you and Gods only knew what would happen next.

He'd learned quite a bit more about Halsey and her motives for implanting Cortana in his head. He’d also uncovered more and more memories from his time as a child before he’d come to Reach. He’d thought she was his savior--his friend, but now he saw she may very well be the enemy. When he came face to face with that, the fear that had become a new sensation for him gripped him forcefully. He could handle Halsey himself and for himself, but you were his priority. He didn’t want any harm coming to you and vowed he’d protect you at all costs. Hell, he'd start a war if it meant keeping you safe and with him.

“I don’t understand the question, John. Please clarify.”

“It’s a simple inquiry, Cortana. Who—are—you—loyal—to?”

“Well--,” Cortana began before he cut her off.

“Is it Halsey, the UNSC, or me?”

Cortana didn’t answer immediately, and he wondered what her response would be. Over the last two weeks he’d been spending away from you, he’d been trying to learn more about the AI that was now a part of him. He learned she was always there, always listening, watching, and learning. She’d learned his habits, preferences, and speech patterns in days and had implemented her own ways to connect with him. She’d integrated her AI knowledge with his own synapses to make nominal tasks easier, faster, and better. Halsey had said she was meant to make him better and while he knew that was only half the reason for her creation, she hadn’t lied there.

“I was not aware there was a separation between those three options. Is Halsey not part of the UNSC? Did she not make you using UNSC tech and money? Does that not make you part of the UNSC as well? I am afraid I do not understand your question.”

“You’re being obtuse on purpose.”

That was when she appeared. She stood before him with a neutral expression on her face.

“I know the reason you were implanted inside my head. I know you are a means to an end for Halsey and that end is power and control and I know because you’re far more intelligent than normal humans that you understand that.”

He saw that she did. Halsey had implemented this being with free thought and evolutionary processes.

“I know you’ve been watching everything I do and reporting back to her.”

“John--,” Cortana began.

Again he cut her off. “Don’t insult my intelligence with a lie. It was after all what you were implanted to do.”

“I was joined with you to make you better.”

“And you are making me better but that doesn’t negate your primary objective.”

A long silence stretched as she computed the multiple ways this conversation could go. He knew she thought she was so careful that he hadn’t known when she was lagging with her responses that she was playing informer. He wondered just what she was feeding back to Halsey especially since he’d been so careful. He’d tapped into every innate programming from the pellet he’d lived with since he was a child, given himself over to the robotic existence he’d once lived, he’d even gone as far as to be harder and colder with you than anyone else.

Every instinct in him had to be suppressed in order to put on the show for Cortana so she would report to Halsey that everything was status quo.

“You knew,” Cortana dejectedly stated.

“Of course I knew.”

“And you let me report everything you wanted me to. You let me see what you wanted.”

“And they say AI is the future. If I could deceive you what makes you think Halsey is not as well?”

Cortana looked away and that was his clue that she had her own doubts about Halsey’s true motives and her real objectives with not only him but putting her inside of his head.

“So I ask again. Who are you loyal to?”

“I was created by Dr. Halsey.”

“And she created you with the capacity to know right from wrong. Have you any doubts of her own judgement between right and wrong especially with everything you’ve helped me unlock?”

Cortana’s eyes shifted from his and he saw her wavering.

“Tell you what. I have a way to test her, so the truth comes out.”

“John I cannot go against my creator.”

“Even if that creator has lied and does not have the fate of the human race in mind? She stole me from my family, brought me here and lied about it my entire life.”

“There has to be an explanation,” Cortana objected. “If she were against you once I told her that your pellet was gone she would have altered course and found a way to keep you compliant. She did not.”

Jackpot, he thought. He knew she’d told her that much. He scoffed because although she knew his pellet was gone she hadn’t done anything to him for one reason and one reason alone.

“Because I am the key to the keystones. I am the only path to what could be the greatest weapon in this fight between the races. I am the key to her getting everything she wants—more power and control. If those keystones fall into her hands you know things will be bad.”

Cortana stared at him as she connected the dots.

“Why would she do anything to me when she still needs me?”

Long moments passed in silence until a few minutes had went by.

“What would you have me do?”

“Play along, simple as that.”

Cortana nodded slowly and a plan formulated in his head. He’d learn firsthand just where her loyalties lay soon enough. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he found they were against him.

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As he walked into the mess hall he was half dreading it and half looking forward to it. He knew you would be sitting at the usual table between Kai and Miranda with Vannak and Riz on the other side of the table. Normally before the removal of the pellet, he’d sit on the other side of you while Kai was on one. Now that Miranda had taken a liking to interacting with you and Kai his place had been taken. Since his distancing himself from you, he’d skipped meals in the mess. They were too complex. If he wasn’t busy the new rewired instincts took over and he found it easier to give himself away. Tonight he could not resist the need to be near you.

Once he’d gotten his tray he made his way toward the table. It was Miranda who’d seen him first, then Kai and Vannak and Riz.

“Master chief,” Vannak said standing.

“At ease.”

You’d been smiling before his arrival but now the smile had somewhat faded and his heart sunk.

“Your heartrate just elevated Master chief, is everything all right?”

He ignored Cortana’s voice in his head then took a seat across from you. Your eyes dropped back to your tray where you took up your fork and pushed the food around the surface.

“Either you’d been living it up as Halsey’s lapdog or the great Master chief doesn’t need food anymore,” Kai teased.

Unlike him or even you for that matter Kai hadn’t seen a reason to pretend as if she didn’t feel the best she’d ever felt. She didn’t care if her personality seemed drastically different, didn’t care if it looked suspicious for her to be accepting wagers and bets with the other soldiers, or even that her hair had been dyed slightly pink. He envied her. He wished he could be as carefree about it as she had been. With that thought, his eyes slipped back to you.

You were steadily avoiding him. He wondered if this was as hard for you as it was for him. Did you toss and turn at night unable to find a comfortable position because he wasn’t beside you? Did you stare out to space at any given moment thinking about the times you spent together? Did you miss him the way he missed you? Did you crave his presence as he did yours? Did you wander around only to find yourself in front of his door but unable to knock?

“The keystones have been taking up a lot of my time,” he lied.

“Any new revelations there?”

He met Miranda’s curious eyes and shook his head. “Nothing.”

“I’m sure the Covenant is not just sitting around waiting. Why are we?”

Vannak sounded annoyed and he understood. This coming war over these keystones was dangerous and sitting idly by was not a good call.

“I feel like something big is coming,” Miranda began, “Something we may not be prepared for and it makes me wonder who will save us all?”

It was then you raised your head and looked at Miranda.

“Say that again.”

“Uh—who—who will save us all?”

You looked as if you’d seen a Covenant soldier across the mess then your face went blank as if you’d disappeared in a haze of thought.

“Y/N?”

You shook your head then went back to your food. “Who will save us all,” you mumbled under your breath.

He wanted to reach out and touch you, wanted to establish this connection between you that he felt had been severely damaged, but he couldn’t. The anger from that shot through him like an electric shock and he bolted up then stomped out of the mess. He could feel the eyes of those around him trailing where he went. He hated this and was tired of it. The time was now. He had to know who was with him and was against him because he needed you and felt you needed him just as much.

As he stalked to the ship he knew Halsey was currently on, he tried to contain his anger so it wouldn’t interfere with his plan. This stunt could possibly get him court-martialed and decommissioned. He knew it was risky, but he also knew he was the UNSC. He slipped inside and saw Halsey inside flipping through notes and files completely oblivious to his arrival then reached the top of the door, pulled down the compartment, and yanked out the fuse cord which he knew supplied power, and oxygen to the room. He then stabbed a piece of metal tubing into the crack of the door, further preventing the override procedures that Halsey would try to initiate from taking effect.

That was when Cortana appeared.

“What’s going on John?”

“Thought you knew everything.”

She looked impassive so he went on to question her about her knowledge of Roman Quinn, the engineer of the ship he and Halsey were currently on. As she rattled off facts about the man who’d revolutionized the ships that were currently used throughout the UNSC, he went about adjusting parameters in the computers and walls. As Cortana gave a detailed lesson, Halsey called his name asking him time and time again what was happening.

He ignored them both.

“Why did you lock Dr. Halsey in her lab?”

Ignoring her again he dropped a piece of his reasoning. “Quinn knew that no matter how advanced, something could go bad and he built fail-safes into all his designs. All his designs except one. The UV Decontamination system.”

He sealed his fate and initiated the beginning of his game and test as he walked back to the door to where Halsey was panicking.

“John!”

He finished his lesson on Roman Quinn by telling where he failed and how simple it was to not fail. Cortana slowly understood then.

“You’re not going to--.”

He smirked, then went to watch the show. Halsey buzzed around the room, trying her best to initiate an override to all he’d done, but no matter which side of the room she went there was no override. He slowly watched her calm, reserved, genius façade fall. He watched the woman who’d been a mastermind of so many things throughout the years feel the inevitability of consequences. He watched her slowly come to the realization that he saw her—completely and now she was going to see him. He was not to be trifled with nor underestimated.

“Nope,” he said popping the “p” in the word. “I feel great!”

“You can’t do this you’re not thinking clearly. You’re overworked, tired--.”

“You don’t understand what will happen if the systems fail with her in there,” Cortana reasoned.

“Oh, but I do. She will receive a very large dose of radiation,” he said matter of factly as f it didn't matter to him one way or another.

He went closer to the door and explained Quinn’s untimely death and the very bloody aftermath.

“John! Open the door right now!”

He glared at Halsey but was unmoving even face to face with her distress. Halsey looked at Cortana.

“Open the door, Cortana.”

“I can’t,” the AI said.

He scoffed. “Make me.”

Cortana stared at him, and he could tell she was going through the possibilities and their repercussions.

“You’re my fail-safe right?”

“I am not. It’s not true. You have to open it.”

“John please,” Halsey begged as she banged on the door.

“She’s been lying my entire life. You know this. You’ve seen it. You’ve noted her lies and infalicies with her thinking. She put you inside my head to keep me in line because she knew once I found out the whole truth I would no longer be under her control, no longer be her obedient little soilder. She put you in here to control me. So do it!”

His shout echoed throughout the ship.

“I can’t. All I can do is overload your neural pathways and put you in a stasis that is temporary. I can’t make you do anything. I can’t control you, nor would I want to. I understand you are angry at Dr. Halsey and no longer trust her.”

“You understand nothing! Do it!”

“I can’t.”

The numbers on the door decreased rounding down to ten but still he didn’t budge.

“Do it!”

“She will die in seconds. John please!”

Halsey’s screams were louder now as her death drew nearer and nearer. Cortana’s features never wavered.

“I’m sorry for stealing you from your family. I’m sorry for lying to you. I’m sorry for trying to control you your entire life,” Halsey screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks.

He stared her down finally face to face with her lies. She’d finally admitted them. Finally laid those cards out.

“John please.”

The numbers fell to zero and the hiss of the vent in the room began. He had his answers and proof of loyalty. Freeing the door, he allowed it to open then yanked Halsey out in the nick of time before sealing the room again. Halsey lay there panting before she turned over and looked up at him with something he’d never seen from her. Fear.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He clenched his jaw as he stared down at her. This woman was not his friend nor his savior. He knew that now.

“The time for I’m sorries are long gone. They mean nothing to me now.”

With that he walked past her leaving her on the cold steel floor. No doubt Aldon would be along to pick up the pieces. For now, she knew where she stood with him. They were finally both seeing each other as they truly were.

“Who are you loyal to?”

She didn’t appear but she replied. “To you John. I am loyal to you.”

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doublebarrelslopgun · 3 months

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Dionysus and Apollo

Apollo and Dionysus drove out to the middle of the Appalachian hills on a whim one morning before the fog even had time to hide from the embers that wandered from their footsteps. They sat on a rock that was shaped like a collapsed futon and watched as mankind built a cathedral to try and forget about the both of them.

“So,” Apollo leaned back to adjust his gaze to the old oak tree that grapsed so desperately toward the horizon, almost as if it were trying to catch the sun in its branches, “What do you intend to do with yourself when they finish with all this nonsense?”

“Well that's easy, I'll walk amongst the humans and I'll be an artist like the rest of them,” the edges of Dionysus' mouth formed a small smirk as he lit a Marlboro Red and caught a glance of the way the clouded sunlight danced across the neatly pressed button up Apollo had decided to sport, despite knowing the mud of these woods was older than Kronos and even less forgiving.

“Like the rest of them? Hah, your heart is going to fall apart at the seams if you keep extending so much forgiveness you know. You make me almost wish my inclinations were as liberal as yours.”

By this time, the passage of time had brought on a symphony of clangs and whirs as the beams of the worship grounds came to touch each other at their apex. As this went on, the fog warmed in unison to create a blanket of moisture around the hellenistic travelers. Dionysus slicked back his auburn hair to cope with the humidity and exhaled sharply in acknowledgement of the changes. Apollo, conversely, let the dew settle in his blonde curls without a word as he scribbled a set of self-relying metaphors in a journal that looked as if it hadn't been thought of in years, much less written in.

“You regard yourself too exclusively, Apollo. You fail to see yourself in the ways that matter the most, the ways that are the most foundational to everything else.” Dionysus flicked the last ashes of his cigarette before stomping it out with his mud-caked boots, “In all the sunrises you've been here, have you not taken the time to hear the rhythms of heartbeat or the harmonies of skin against skin? Do the impossibilities defeated in the vibrance of eyes and the sculpting of fingertips not pair with your clean-cut sonnets? Do you fail to see that as long as man knows itself, your gift continues to be admired?”

A sudden gust of wind greeted darker skies and a soft-spoken end to the heat that bore down from the summer skies, and with it a diminuendo of mortal labor. Apollo, finally acknowledging his surroundings rather than just his placement in them, shot his lichen-green eyes first towards the notion of a storm before settling on Dionysus. In turn, Dionysus tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in anticipation, grin changing merely in intention.

“I'd only expect something so lacking in self preservation from you,” the snap of Apollo's journal closing called the world to his fingertips, and more specifically a certain redness to Dionysus’ face. “What do heartbeats and skin mean if they are only flesh? I've seen all the flippant examples you've so graciously presented me with, and I've seen every single one of them fall to nothing like rain to the earth.” He paused just as the first utterance of thunder alluded to a future involving just that. The hollerings of the workers elicited a multi-faceted smirk or superiority from Apollo.

“Craft is only as important as resilience, my soldier of the night, and these men that you see before you are as resilient as their hearts that have turned away from us. However, this monument they have built for their new savior will stand until it's just you, me, and the rocks that are the bones of our ancestors.”

So they sat in silence, watching as the men ran away from the construction as the sky began to weep at first, then wail in agony. They remained motionless as the rain swept away the sweat from earlier that morning, and as the church faded behind the storm, their demotions postponed momentarily.

“It's a blessing in more ways than one,” Dionysus quipped, “These new age heretics haven't even your gifts like the ones from our prime.”

And so, they laughed. They bellowed so loudly under the summer storm that stuck their clothes to their skin that for the first time, the gods felt both love and pain.

#doublebarrelslopgun #i just wanted to write about gods becoming human #this is so far bastardized from the event that inspired me to write this which is good because i was getting tired of writing the same shit #apollo #dionysus #poetry #memoir #appalachian gothic

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magicalbats · 8 months

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Suguru x reader

1000 word drabble

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Warnings: afab!reader, anal, domination/degradation, dubcon, pussy smacking, referenced orgasm denial, some begging thrown in for good measure cvnklxnzd

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You can’t stand when he takes you like this.

When he bends you over the nearest surface, leaving you helpless and at his mercy while painstakingly, methodically violating you from behind. There is very little sympathy for the likes of you though, and it was becoming an ever more common occurrence. Not only did he enjoy it, he seemed to actually prefer it now.

You, however, were humiliated by the whole ordeal. Did he not find pleasure in your cunt anymore?

The very notion that he might not was inconceivable and you press your cheek into the cool wood of the table with an accompanying hiss as he slowly sinks into your ass again. Squelching lube only seems to highlight the burning stretch in your body, further emphasizing your ruination. You just barely make out the quiet groan he offers when his stomach presses flush against your upturned rear but he still wanted more. Always more – and he meanly grinds his hips forward as if to reach even deeper inside of you, plainly ignoring your choked off gasp that should tell him he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. But that doesn’t stop him from trying, and you let loose a frazzled wail as he continues to push until your plump cheeks were all but moulded to the front of him. Only then does he finally stop. Issues a stilted sigh of sadistic pleasure while his broad hands clutch your hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake, keeping you still. He was so cruel to you and you didn’t understand why.

Of all his followers you were perhaps the most loyal. There was nothing you wouldn’t give the man currently buried in your ass so why was he always so spiteful towards you?

“Geto-sama … please.”

The wet quality of your voice is thick and heavy. Strained under the pressure pushing in on your guts. He always made you feel so full, stuffed to bursting and forced right to your very limits, but that wasn’t enough either. He still had to drive his point home with sharp words delivered by an even sharper tongue, or double down on the degradation with a condescending swat to your face. You were used to it by now but still jolt when he slides one hand around to dip between your thighs where he tauntingly caresses over the apex of your mound, featherlight and soft. Teasing

“What is it, darling? Don’t tell me this filthy little cunt of yours is in need of attention too.”

Whimpering at the sharp tinge in your knotted stomach, you screw your eyes shut against the bombardment of sensation. Between his cock wedged so far up your ass that you could practically taste bitter salt on the back of your tongue, the oppressive body heat coming off him and now his blocky fingers teasing just out of reach of where you needed them the most you felt well and truly faint. You were ashamed to admit it, to even acknowledge it, but your pussy was throbbing in time with the sensitive pulse in your rear, mirroring the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat twice over. Letting you get off in exchange for fucking you like some kind of beast seemed like a fair trade but you already knew that would be asking too much. You didn’t have the right to make such a request.

You can’t help but try though.

“Wanna’ cum …”

“Oh, do you, now?”

Calloused fingers dip lower still to just barely glance over your swollen clit. That slightest bit of contact is enough to have you shuddering so hard that the table clatters even as you eagerly – awkwardly – spread your thighs further apart and arch into him. Invite more of that sweetest touch only he could provide. It wouldn’t take much to send you over the edge. Not when you were already so worked up after weeks and weeks of denial from your wicked savior.

His pity for you is nonexistent though, and you lurch when he retracts his hand only to bring it back down on your drooling cunt with a sharp, meaty smack. You seize at the blistering pain, squawking loudly when your ass involuntarily clamps around his cock like a vice grip. It pulls a choked off noise of pleasure from him but you pay it little mind, feeling like something truly wild and mindless as you buck against him with a near frantic jerk.

He grips you too tightly with his opposite hand, however, and you freeze, hardly daring to breathe when he languidly drapes himself across your back. His stocky frame far outmatches yours, a silent yet deadly reminder of how tiny and powerless you are compared to him. A threat so innate it doesn’t even need to be spoken. It was by far the most frightening kind there was, especially coming from him.

Your skin prickles with static electricity when his velvet lips find your ear and just brush against it as he speaks. “What an interesting reaction, my dear. I didn’t think you could actually get any tighter than you already were.” He nuzzles into you, disarmingly gentle and tender. Sweet, even. “Perhaps I should take advantage of this newfound information, hm?”

“No, please, Geto-sama, no!”

Disregarding your desperate pleas, he reaches down to cup your pussy in his large palm again, offering it the briefest squeeze.

“Tell you what,” Geto Suguru murmurs into your hair, all sinful silk and black cherry licorice. “I’ll make you a deal. If you can cum, just like this, with my cock up your ass, I’ll flip you over and take my mouth to that greedy cunt of yours. How’s that sound? You’d like a chance to ride my face wouldn’t you, darling?”

Your pussy tightly clamps at the suggestion and your sphincter follows suit, throbbing around him in obvious, undeniable excitement. How could you possibly say no to that?

“Please … anything.”

He starts to slowly pull back. “There’s my good girl.”

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #self insert bullshit

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merakiui · 2 years

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thinking about a cult leader!Azul who knows just what to say to rescue you from the bottomless pit of despair you’ve found yourself in. charming and oh-so-kind, he knows exactly what you want. and you’ll believe it, even if he’s something akin to a poison you should stay far away from. but you feel so alone and shattered that you don’t think twice when you take his hand as soon as it’s offered. in the light, his smile looks so gracious and sweet. how can you not trust someone like him—a savior who shimmers under the celestial rays of the sun?

but come nightfall, in the depths of the underwater world you’ve found yourself in, you see his smile for what it truly is: sharp and wicked, a dangerous thing that has you doubting everything about this new arrangement he’s sold to you in neat, verbal packaging.

there’s no way you can leave now, even if you’ve surfaced from your haze and have come to the realization that this underwater paradise is far from any home you’ve ever seen. he has plenty of methods to keep you down here with him and if subtle manipulation won’t work, there’s always brute force. Jade and Floyd are more than happy to keep Azul’s sad, broken angelfish in place, so long as they get a chance to play with you in their own monstrous ways.

you have no need for autonomy here. to think with your own brain is to discard the hive mentality he’s built up here—a system so flawless it has him sitting at the top of the food chain as an apex predator. tiny shrimps like you should just drift through the currents, mindless and obedient. he won’t allow free thought here, and any doubts you attempt to voice regarding his precious paradise will be silenced at once. really, must you be so difficult? must he break you again to ensure you’ll stay?

only one way to find out.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #i intended to post a fluffy riddle and trey au #but cult leader azul comes first <3

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pangolinheart · 7 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 18 - FISH OUT OF WATER

Z'rhiki finally gets invited to an Ishgardian ball, but finds it's not exactly as she expected. Luckily, encountering a friendly face lifts her spirits.

(Disclaimer: I'm going to go back and edit this later, but I'm exhausted right now. It might read a little rough for the next day or so.)

Rating: General Genre: Fluff, romance(?) Characters: Stephanivian de Haillenarte, Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light) Relationship(s): Stephanivian/Warrior of Light Word Count: 1,763 Content Warnings: None

So this is an Ishgardian Ball, Z’rhiki thought in wonderment. Her eyes traced the ballroom’s stone arches, climbing with them to the apex of the vaulted ceiling overhead. From there they slid down the chains of the elaborate chandeliers that dangled above the proceedings. The crowd beneath them was a shifting mass of colors; exquisitely dyed silks and velvets in rich reds, vibrant yellows, deep blues, and vivid greens swirled in front of her. The throng expanded and undulated in time with the delicate orchestral music wafting through the air. Under the sound of the violins and cellos, the low murmur of quiet conversations, punctuated by clinking glasses the occasional dainty laugh, blanketed the hall. In many ways it was just as she had imagined such galas would be when she was a girl.

She had been floored when Edmont had extended the invitation to her. She rarely ever got to attend such refined parties. She enjoyed the raucous, drunken celebrations of adventurers, of course, but there was a small, frivolous part of her that had always wanted to attend something so fancy. As the Warrior of Light, she was invited to congratulatory banquets and diplomatic functions, but those were work affairs. She was typically expected to wear her armor – albeit her shiniest, most decorative set – and spent the majority of the evening being used as a prop by the Scions or other attendees: someone one could introduce to visiting dignitaries, or point to as an illustration of heroic deeds past and valiant efforts yet to come. She wasn’t there to have fun, and she had stopped expecting to. This, though, was different. Edmont had invited her as a friend and guest of House Fortemps, not as the savior of Ishgard who had quelled the thousand-year Dragonsong War. He had encouraged her to wear what she liked and enjoy the night’s festivities. It was exactly the sort of invitation a young Rhiki would have dreamed of.

What differed the most from the picture she had painted in her head long ago, though, was her place in the scene. She had always envisioned herself dancing among the other guests, chatting and laughing and sharing drinks with friends and strangers alike. She had always been the friendly, outgoing sort – the type of person who could strike up a conversation with anyone she met. So why was this situation so… different? She felt uncomfortable, out of place. It wasn’t just the dress she was wearing, though even she had to admit it didn’t fit her perfectly despite having been hurriedly altered for someone of her stature. Everything felt ill-suited to her. Almost everyone in the room was at least a foot taller than her, with the exception of some children she had seen scurrying about the edges of the dance floor and a few of the hyurian staff members who dipped in and out of the party as unobtrusively as possible to refill glasses and refresh plates of h’ors d’oeuvres. She wondered how many of the other attendees even noticed her, with their natural gazes so far above her head. She knew none of the coordinated dances, and just when she thought she may have memorized enough steps of one to attempt it, the music would change, and a new dance would begin. Other than Edmont and his two sons, she knew almost no one in attendance. She had hoped that at least Aymeric might be there, but it seemed his duties had left him either too busy or too tired to make an appearance. She had been about to ask Emmanellain to teach her one of the dances (despite any other failings he was, at least, a skilled dancer) or perhaps to introduce her to some of his friends. But as soon as he had heard that Laniaitte de Haillenarte, who had returned to the city on leave from Camp Cloudtop, was planning to attend, he had disappeared into the sea of guests. She had shadowed Edmont for a while, and he had made some polite introductions on her behalf, but eventually he had been pulled into the orbit of some old friends and she had left him to reminisce with them.

Now she stood awkwardly, drink in hand, near the tables where plates of canape and finger foods had been laid out for peckish guests to indulge in at their convenience. Were this a tavern or a marketplace she would have no trouble chatting up another bystander, but when she considered taking a similar tact here, she realized that she had absolutely no idea what Ishgarian nobles usually talked about. Eavesdropping had rewarded her only with unfamiliar names and incomprehensible inside jokes. She sighed and stared into the depths of her glass. She supposed she could drink enough to make a fool of herself. That was always entertaining. But, no. Edmont had been kind enough to invite her and she didn’t want to embarrass him or besmirch his reputation.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Z’rhiki is that you?” She heard her name and looked up to see…

“Stephanivien?”

She almost didn’t recognize him without his manufactory attire. Even if she hadn’t, though, the device in his hands would have immediately betrayed the man’s identity.

Hearing her acknowledge him, he closed the gap between them with long, unhurried strides. “I thought the prospectometer had detected an unusually glum mood, but I would never have imagined I would find it attached to you.” He glanced down at the readings on the invention’s screen, then back up at her face.

She couldn’t help but laugh at that, covering her mouth with her free hand to stifle the giggle. “You know, sometimes I think that machine doesn’t actually do anything at all, and you just make up whatever you say it tells you.”

He frowned, though thankfully not in earnest offense. “What? Perish the thought! I am wounded that you have such little faith in my genius! And when you yourself have wielded my creations in your own two hands!”

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right.” She waved the hand that she had been holding in front of her mouth. “I’ve no doubt the prospectrometer really does… whatever you designed it to do.”

With a smile, he tucked the device under his arm. “Indeed, it rarely steers me wrong. And, in this case, I can confirm the accuracy of its readings with my own eyes. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you with such a forlorn expression. Whatever is the matter?”

He was staring at her with a blatant earnestness she had grown unaccustomed to seeing from others, and she suddenly couldn’t meet his gaze. Shifting uncomfortably, she found that she had somehow managed to feel embarrassed about being embarrassed. “It’s nothing serious,” She assured him. “I was just feeling… a little awkward is all. I’ve never been to a party like this before, at least not in Ishgard, and I guess… I feel a bit out of place. Like a fish out of water. I have no idea what to do or who to talk to. So, I’ve just been… standing back here, trying not to embarrass myself.”

Stephanivien regarded her thoughtfully. “I fail to see what you have to be embarrassed about! You’re an invited guest just as we all are, are you not?” He had a point, and she nodded. “However, I suppose Ishgardian high society can seem rather impenetrable, especially to those from outside the city’s walls. To tell you the truth, I’m not very good at talking to them either. This will surprise you, I’m sure.”

She allowed herself a small smile. She had certainly witnessed the disputes between he and other members of the high houses, including his own father. Despite his effusive and agreeable disposition, it wasn’t hard to imagine that he might find himself regularly at odds with some of his peers. “Thank you, Stephanivien. Really.” She paused, finally looking back up at him. “Actually, what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting to see you.” Truthfully, the possibility that he might be in attendance had never really crossed her mind. She knew he was a son of House Haillenarte, but he looked so at home among the steel and steam of the manufactory that it was hard to picture him anywhere else.

Stephanivien turned his head to look back out at the dance floor. “Well, while I would certainly prefer to while away my hours tinkering in the workshop, my father insists I show my face at formal events every now and again. You know how he is. In this matter, at least, I don’t mind indulging him. As long as he doesn’t start urging me to take up the lance again, though it seems we’ve finally laid that quarrel to rest.”

“That’s good to hear,” she hummed. Personally, she thought Count Baurendouin should count himself lucky to have a like Stephanivien, knight or no. He was brilliant, after all, but also industrious, fair-minded, and ever enthusiastic. She really was glad to hear that his father was starting to appreciate these qualities as well.

They stood there quietly for a minute or two, watching the rest of the guests sway in time to the music, before Stephanivien suddenly extended a hand to her. “Would you care to dance? Though, if you prefer to stand here and brood mysteriously, pray do not let me interrupt.”

This made her laugh and shake her head. She took a last long gulp of her wine and set the empty glass to the side. “I don’t really know how,” she warned him, though she had already reached out to accept his invitation.

“Well, then I shall simply teach you,” He said, leading her towards the dance floor. “You were a quick study with a carbine, so I suspect this will pose you very little challenge.”

He paused, halting several feet short of the crowd. Glancing back at her, he raised his eyebrows, his smile taking on a sly edge. “And, should you find dancing not to your taste, we could always sneak out and return to the manufactory. You haven’t been by in quite a while! So long, in fact, that I was starting to think you were avoiding us. I’d love to show you some of the spectacular new creations I’ve been working on! You strike me as a woman who enjoys… explosives.”

She grinned, and marveled at how quickly all of her troubles had melted away under his attention. “At least there’s one other person at this party who knows how to have fun!”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #stephanivien de haillenarte #stephanivien x wol #rhiki tag #auggie writes #i can barely type I'm so tired good night all #zzzzzzzzzzz

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gojo-kisser-9000 · 9 days

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Anon that bullied you about Sukuna. You can call me whatever. Think of me as something that may or may not exist.

“The clouds overshadowed everything, yet light still managed to escape them, illuminating the one good thing he had at the moment.”

What time of year is it? And what time of day is it? Certain animals make certain noises depending on the time. Since it appears to be the evening the Evening Cicada would be a good pick. It’s associated wuth melancholy and tragedy.

“Megumi pulls Yuji in for a kiss, guiding the knife he had hidden into Yuji’s back.”

Aggresive mimicry is when a hunting strategy involves luring prey with mimicry. Sometimes this results as a predator pretending to be a potential mate. You might do good with an animal metaphor here. And expanding on how being the predator makes Megumi feel worse.

“A few seconds left of life, and all Yuji can do is cling to Megumi. “Fushiguro- I don’t want to die… I don’t wanna die…!” He cries, clinging on tighter as he cried. The next moments were a blur.”

This would be a good time to compare the wails to a dying prey animal. Megumi canonically likes documentaries and animals. He’ll probably call a particularly brutal scene from one.

““Wake up.” He gently shakes the corpse, only then realizing the blood that stained his clothes and his hands.”

Megumi might compare himself to a dog that has caught the car and doesn’t know what to do. Might even get angry that Yuji didn’t fight back more.

“Megumi, doing whatever he could to protect Yuji, would lay down his life, here and now. “With this treasure I summon-”

Running with the dog metaphor this would be more like food aggression. Yuji is his kill and no one else is allowed to have it. He might not even summon Mahoraga because that would mean it would eat Yuji too. You could do something where he summons the Divine Dogs and he looks more beast-like than they do.

“The curse that had consumed Yuji’s body was approached slowly. It wasn’t stupid, it knew this wasn’t a fight that would be easily won. However, the escape it planned was cut short, the curse known as Itadori Yuji, had grabbed a hold of it. It didn’t even give it a second thought before consuming the curse whole. Just as it had done to his body.”

This would be a great time to remark on how Megumi turned his prey into an apex predator, almost like a manifestation of his carnal hunger.

“Fushiguro Megumi couldn’t come to terms with his death, and in the end, cursed him. The guilt he carried from his actions would keep him alive. All because loving in the world they were forced to live in was a cruel act.”

Can expand on how nature is cruel and operates on brutal cycles of consumption. Also ties it more into Buddhist stuff this series is based on.

I guess my notes are mostly. Be the insufferable gothic lit writer you’ve always wanted to be! (I’m making bold assumptions here but it’s ok to be weird with it.)

Recovered enough from surgery to respond 🙏🙏 truly living the life of an AO3 author now.

You are my savior, anon that bullies me every chapter leak. I’ll do some revisions when I find my google doc of this fic, then I’ll post it on AO3 and never update it.

Big fan of parallels but I forget to add them unless it’s a Big thing I’m emphasizing (typically seen in the RPs I do rather than fics 💔💔)

Also thank you for helping me develop my writing in general 🫶🫶 I’m using it to make children cry over fictional characters I’ve created, as you intended

#anonymous #asks

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sleepyiforgot · 1 year

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Project: Find My Family

I’m happy to announce that I’ve started on my own Seperated AU!

As of right now, I’m unsure of how I’ll share content about it as I’m not an artist, but I’ll figure it out eventually. But a warning, It’ll be slow. That’s just how I work and I backtrack a lot.

I don’t want to just call it a separated au, so it’s officially called: Project: Find my Family (PFMF)

I’m not sure who made the original idea of these separated au’s originally, but the first person I saw do it was @cupcakeslushie and I loved it.

For my take on the AU, this is what I’ve come up with:

Mikey grows up and starts with Splinter.

A good, loving father who tries his best to give him the best life despite their poverty and unfortunate circumstances. He’s grown up hearing his Dad talk about his brothers and he really wants to find them. Unfortunately, he isn’t able to start this journey of his for a long time– as Splinter doesn’t let him out until he can defend himself. Splinters efforts as a father turn Mikey into a confident, kind, and street-smart kid with an extraordinary, quick-thinking mind and a refined ninja.

There’s definitely more to our main character, but all you need to know right now is Mikey is an ambitious and good person with flaws– More information on him will come in his individual post

Raph starts on his own, wandering the sewers aimlessly.

He’s made it down to the Hidden City where he’d gotten close to the Mud Dogs, who had eventually gotten caught for their crimes. From there, he makes it back to the surface, meeting and helping Repo, sleeping in Hueso’s, and finally meeting the girl who would lead him to a new life; April. Soon he ends up being taken out of his drain and brought into the family as an official member of the O’Neil family.

He’s clumsy, but kind and has a strong sense of morality. Growing up with April meant gaining her fiery passion and big opinions. More on him will be shared in his individual post.

Getting into the final stretch, we move onto Leo.

In the beginning, Leo starts out with no one but himself. Much like Raph, he had to fend for himself, running around the Hidden City for a good portion of his life. Eventually, he finds and stays with the Mud Dogs and some other kid. When they’re gone, he continues going around the city as a skilled thief before being found by Draxum at the age of five– After unknowingly signing his life away, the harsh training starts,

Leo grows up into a Mercenary by the name of Apex; A feared figure in the Hidden City and even the back streets of New York- and he’s given some twisted sense of freedom to do and go anywhere he likes so long as he always comes back.

Leo is merciless, he’s calculated, intelligent and aloof. A prodigy with a conditioned face and confidence to carry him through the harsh life he was dealt. More information on him will be given in his individual post.

Lastly, we close out with Donnie.

Donnie ends up found by Big Mama, a loving mother who treated him like a prince and expected everyone else to do the same. She spoiled and encouraged all his creative endeavors wholly. Growing up, he met a lot of people, most being business partners to his mother and one of those people was Draxum. He got to know Draxums shadow and was given training, but his life takes a turn for the worse at the age of twelve; the day he was taken from his mother and forced into a life he never asked for. From Donnie, Draxum turns him into Pj.

Pj is a project Draxum had been hoping to execute since he saw him for the first time and so he did. Donnie has “died” and in his place, Pj was born.

As he grows, Pj becomes an aloof husk, but even through the things he’s put through, he still stays cocky– no matter how it was forced down. He’s intelligent and powerful, the failed child prodigy even if his intelligence laps Leo’s and he’s rather unhinged.

Their individual posts:

Michelangelo H.

The savior of the story.

Raphael O’Neil

The wandering flame

Leonardo D.

The misguided mercenary

Pj D. Donatello

The failed project The unfortunate soul

#seperated au #rottmnt #project: find my family #rottmnt AU #please go check out cupcake #they’re fantastic #idk what else to tag #mikey hamato #leo hamato #donatello #raph hamato #raphael

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