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#but edge's there to comfort him
turtleblogatlast · 1 month
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[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]
Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.
And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.
Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#the prison dimension is horrifying on its own#add in a monstrous being that towers over you and has vowed to ensure your suffering?#god I can’t imagine how scary that is#Mikey opening the portal was a miracle because if he hadn’t managed it there#it’s really up in the air what could have become of Leo#personally I subscribe by the theory that you straight up can’t die in the prison dimension#so it’s a prison in all ways#but the thought of a Leo who manages anyway who adapts and continues to have hope despite it all…#Leo saying he’s nothing without his family is a double edged sword really#because the thought of his family alone is all he needs to live. to hope.#to smile#nothing without them…but they’re EVERYTHING to him#and maybe he doesn’t realize it but…the feeling is mutual#one thing too is that hope that comforts Leo so much is not just that#should he think his family needs help - that hope can turn into determination#I’m unwell about this family#actually on my point of their powers - I truly do think the abilities tie in not only to their personalities#but to their relationship to family and love in general#kinda like love languages in a way#Mikey with his chains and time abilities values being around his family the most - he wants them to experience living in the moment togethe#Donnie is someone who is 100% a gift giver to show his love - his constructs are exactly that aren’t they? gifts of his mind#Raph is someone who willingly bears the weight of the shield - he protects his family like the best big brother possible#and Leo - he goes off on his own a lot but his mind is constantly on his family anyway#like a sailor at sea no matter how far he travels the compass always point in one direction - and for him that compass points home#even if he can’t make it back - it’s still there#and that’s enough
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audhd-nightwing · 2 days
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headcanon: dick actually prefers wearing baggy clothes in public and is way more comfortable in them because nobody comments on his body when he’s not in form-fitting outfits
and it sucks because he actually really enjoys wearing form-fitting outfits and feels good in them, but any time he does people stare or catcall or even grope him and he just. can’t handle that after everything
plus the villains kissing him as nightwing thing has gotten so bad that he’s genuinely considering getting a mask that covers the lower half of his face
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raggedy-dxctor · 6 months
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tbh just praying for soft domestic fitpac when they arrive back on the island
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jimmyspades · 27 days
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thefrogdalorian · 5 days
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Took my first long distance drive today since passing my test!! I was alone but not quite, I had some cute company and good luck charms :')
It was kind of tiring but on the whole just insanely BORING to sit on a motorway for hours. I did it though and time for a much-needed nap in my hotel I think 😴
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screechingblazeduck · 3 months
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there's something about s2 chenford that makes me giddy
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Paladin Danse x Fem! Sole Survivor- it’s all over but the crying
[ note: this is set after the events of the main story, sole followed the BoS route. This drabble deals with themes of mental health, and loss. Please read at your own discretion! ]
All was quiet in Sanctuary. Night had descended, and the gentle hum of the Bloodbugs were far away. If you pretended hard enough, it reminded you of the way Cicadas used to shout into the night, giving the evenings a natural ambience. This was similar, but Cicadas couldn’t turn a man into a drink carton, insides sucked out and carcass discarded for Bloatflies to feed on in the morning. You lent further back into your chair, which squeaked in discomfort at your actions. You’d taken to relaxing by the back door on nights like this, unable to stop your eyes wandering to the night sky to gaze at the moon. Before the Great War, it was normal to hear the sound of vertibirds, giant monstrous things, storm through the skies over the suburbs as they traveled to bases and distant lands alike to fight their wars. Now they only ever made pace from the Prydwen, and the sky was no longer a reminder to you that you had lived on the very edge of peace and destruction. Your deep thought was disturbed by a light turning on in the kitchen, and a soft but firm footfall approach from within.
Your companion, Danse, appeared. He hesitated upon seeing you lost in thought, but you smiled at him and his stiff posture relaxed somewhat, feeling more confident that he’d not interrupted a preferred solitude. He faltered for just a moment upon noticing there was only one chair which you were currently inhabiting, but decidedly shut the back door and came to sit down on the floor next to you. He seemed to have difficulty for a moment, before settling into a more comfortable position. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, he looked so awkward , even if he did seem settled. He looked up at you, his usually stern expression soft in its mild confusion. “Is something wrong?” He enquired, and you found yourself shaking your head. “I just didn’t expect you to do that, I suppose I found it funny.” You explained, and he just nodded, following suit as you returned your gaze to the stars.
Since his expulsion from the Brotherhood (and subsequently discovering his true identity) he had been quieter than usual, but you understood well that pain took a long time to subside, especially great traumas such as his. It was difficult for him to grapple with all he’d been indoctrinated to believe and all that he was- how poorly he had acted to those you considered friends, allies and family. On his shittier days, he’d allow that guilt to fuel his self-loathing; and in turn, his mood would sour. He’d retreat as far into himself as he could, moving around the wasteland with you on autopilot. You minded not, you knew not to take his feelings and tone towards you personally. He was never rude to you anyway: sometimes curt, but never had he offended you or made you feel unsafe. You’d been in a similar way after your incarceration and staggered escape from Vault 111. You didn’t know who to trust with your pain, so you did not speak of it. Not until you stumbled through the gates of Cambridge Police station, responding to the somewhat desperate shouts of Danse and his team as they battled feral ghouls. Not until Knight Rhys (of all people) questioned you about your motives, swearing you intended to shit on everything he held dear. Back then, your priority had been finding Shaun. Now? It was picking up the pieces that your son had left behind, wounding the already scarred landscape with more radiation and debris in order to stop the organization that had grown him into the monster he had become. Trying to return to whatever normalcy life in this time offered was difficult for both of you, and neither of you judged each other for having battles too big for you to fight. You had seen him at his worst, held his shaking and crying form as he cursed his existence into the night. He had been your stability when you mourned Nate, and you often visited the grave you’d made for him together. He would sit silently by your side, listening to you as you spoke to Nate, talking about all that he had missed and never got to experience. Together you’d drink a Gwinnett Stout in his memory, and Danse would sometimes talk to Nate too. He would sternly promise the headstone that he’d been keeping you safe in his absence, and it brought you much comfort.
The relationship that you two shared had no name attached to it, not that you minded. Without words, you’d almost settled into a domestic partnership. Even though Danse was now aware he could not sleep for days with little consequence to his well-being, you’d approach him each time you felt tired and you would lie down together on a mattress (or bedroll, situation dependant) , and as you were both on the edge of sleep he would settle his arms around your waist, and you’d curl back into his chest. It would send your heartbeat wild, but you didn’t desire an answer to his actions. You just wanted to experience it. You ate together (even if a few times you argued when supplies were limited, him wanting you to take the remaining cram tins because of his synth status, you reminding him that synths like him had the same food need as yourself), and you’d even bathe together if you were on the road in the commonwealth. There was no awkwardness between the two of you, sometimes you’d even converse-albeit both of you faced in opposite directions, less out of discomfort and more out of respect for each others autonomy.
In a way, the both of you knew each other's intentions. Neither had denied the other. You tore your gaze away from the inky stillness above to look at him, hoping to steal a private glance, but you found he was already looking at you. He flushed, a welcome look on his face. “Can we discuss something?” He broke the silence, and you gave him your full attention, turning your body to face him to indicate agreement. He fiddled with the material of his trousers as he spoke. “Are we… are we in a relationship?” His words made you feel like an open book. How convenient it was for him to be bringing it up, like he knew you were thinking of him. The cool summer breeze caught some of your shorter hairs, and you swept them behind your ears and out of view. “Do you.. think we are?” You asked with uncertainty, and he searched your expression for a clue to how you were feeling. For a moment he held you, suspended at the end of your question. Embarrassment crept up his neck, and he stumbled over his words slightly as he spoke. “Yes, I mean-I hope so. Otherwise I feel a bit.. wrong?” He offered nervously, and you offered him a small, but amused smile. “ I’d consider us so as well.” You confirmed, and Danse would openly admit he felt relieved. “Good.” He muttered softly, slightly nodding as he spoke. Feeling satisfied, you both returned to stargazing. There was a brief silence as you both stared up in a silent appreciation.
“Can we hold hands?” He asked, without breaking his relaxed look at the stars. “Yeah, we can.” You replied, and you felt his hand reach up for yours, and you firmly interlocked your hand with his. He squeezed your hand for a moment, and you allowed yourself a smile. For tonight at least, you were allowed to be in peace.
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phelbeez · 3 months
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oh lord with the idea of z!tubbo spending days taking care of an unconscious z!phil and the regular purgatory codependency potentially sitting in- you are NOT painting a good mental image for what his reaction was to waking up and his co-leader not being there
Good because it wasn't the prettiest situation. Z!Phil suddenly disappearing had not happened prior to this. There was a routine! Z!Phil spent a lot of his time tending to their little garden. He still gets distracted a lot but overall he's always there. A constant. And with him being injured Z!Tubbo is used to checking on him. Z!Tubbo's guilt over Z!Phil's injuries eats him alive until the two of them have a talk(that one comic i posted hehe) much later. Z!Phil going missing one morning freaked him the fuck out.
Z!Tubbo coulda fell to his knees when he came back to the base after Z!Roier had already found him. Thank god Z!Phil didn't wander too far this time, am I right?
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strawberrystepmom · 9 months
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mind has rotated to kakashi today and all i can think about is how resistant he is to you doing things for him until he figures out you’re doing them bc you care for him and want to alleviate his stress rather than trying to yank control of his life from him
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allhappyandgay · 1 year
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looking for gifs and saw these four all together…
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top two show him in love (with will) and bottom two show him kiddie crushing (on eddie). there’s a comfortableness and deep love in the first ones that the other two don’t have, which in place of show a giddy admiration. he looks up to eddie and he feels equal to will. such a subtle yet obvious difference! the quality of finn wolfhard’s acting everybody
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capricioussun · 12 days
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Another fell brother-ism for you. It's very circumstantial, but Papyrus has a habit of not doing things for himself whenever he’s tense/stressed, especially in social/public settings, so Sans'll sometimes discreetly just sort of...distract him, ground him in little ways. Ask him to grab them some drinks, rope him into a conversation with something he knows will hook him, ask for help with whatever he’s working on (in a round about way of course), etc etc etc, that way he doesn't wind up just pacing around worrying about security for however long they're there
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jrueships · 8 months
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I WANT WRITING PROOOOMPTSSSSSS
#im srry i keep asking for them trust me im not ignoring them#i literally write them....off the rails#like so much that it's like. i cant post this#this has become embarrassingly cumbersome#it happens with original ideas the most tho so it's like. having a prompt helps guide me better#but it can also be a double edged sword in springboarding my ideas off that even more#idk whats worse#a one-sided thanasis crush on jrue fic has turned into the older sibling sacrifice fic#bcs thanasis realizes giannis actually likes jrue too and thanasis has always lived his life#trying to help his baby brother#so he has to resign himself as the older brother once again#and tries to gaslight himself into thinking jrue only talks to him out of pity bcs he. like everyone else. sees thanasis as giannis brother#as his life has always been. attached to another name like a parasite#but jrue takes thanasis's shying away the wrong way and gets hurt over it bcs hes very forthright and not roundabout#which was one of things thanasis admired abt him#and when he gets traded he sits with thanasis to eat at a restaurant for some comfort and closure over this tension#but thanasis thinks it's just a ploy to get some info on whether giannis was involved or not#theres times where theyre very complementary bcs jrue hangs out with thanasis to help him bring out his actual person#since he knows being an older sibling can be more of an overshadowing name in life than a fun factor#but then this misunderstanding makes things uneasy#like jrue loves sitting on the same side of someone in a booth so when he sits right next to thanasis at dinner#thanasis gets all sweaty and blushy and keeps accidentally dropping his fork everytime their knees touch#it's cute until he starts wondering if this is some kind of intimadation tactic but thats just how jrue is. theres literally no#ulterior motive. like thanasis knows jrue can be cutthroat. but hes not cruel tho. he sits next to thanasis bcs he likes sitting next to ppl#not across. it's literally so simple what theyre dealing with externally but internally it's so locked in and convulsing#it's confusing. and it's so dumb of a fic like whos gonna read this shit lol CAN I BE NORMAL#anyways send stuff 😊😊 im bored#i need smthin light and easy (it doesnt rlly matter. im gonna turn it into smthing way worse than it should be idk why#(i need to go to a k*ll animal shelte
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saintshigaraki · 9 months
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in my head shiu makes a surprise appearance in werewolf!tojis cabin and toji is not happy about it
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mukuberry · 4 months
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I would unironically trust John Kayano with my life. Yes, he has probably has the second highest kill count in milgram. No, that doesn't change my opinion in the slightest
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I realized it’s been over a day since I directly posted about Dagur, so here-
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your most recent piece with dottore has me brainrotting. imagine dottore starts using you as a way to entice childe to be cooperative during experiments. the more he’s unwilling the more time he gets. thinking about “oh if you do this y/n can spend the night” and the idea of cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow is VERY enticing to the moth
YES. YOU RIGHT THERE. YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MY MIND WORKS (referenced post(s) right here!!)
Dottore has absolutely no qualms about using you as a bargaining chip, especially if it means Childe being cooperative- to be honest though, he'd still do the experiment even if Childe wasn't cooperative, it'd just be more annoying to deal with Foul Legacy- but Dottore is nothing if not resourceful, so once he notices that Childe has a curious attachment to you, he begins offering time with you in exchange for Childe's compliance
you're the Doctor's assistant, after all. he can with you as he pleases
so your days are mostly normal, usually being shooed off to help his segments with some experiment or another, but most of your nights consist of Childe curling up on your lap and snuggling into your arms. even if he's weak and bruised from whatever experiments Dottore puts him through, he still presses his head into the crook of your neck and purrs, and you have to hold back tears as you do your best to soothe any injuries he has. you still can't believe that it's him, Tartaglia- your Ajax- and you can't bear to see him suffering but you can't do anything but watch, other than comforting him whenever he wakes up shrieking from nightmares and holding him whenever you can
sometimes you beg Dottore to leave Childe alone, just for a day, but he simply laughs and waves you off, for "science waits for no one!" and leaves you alone. you only pray that you can ignore your own deteriorating health once more, and make it to the evening
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