Did you notice something very interesting with Leo and his whole deal with kraang?... take a look at the turtles' first fight with the Kraang in the movie. You notice that the lead Kraang had absolutely no trouble when Raph, April, Mikey and Donatello all ganged up on him but the moment Leo joined the fight is the only time he seemed to struggle at all (even if he never got hit) and the exact moment he decided to seal their mystic powers was caused by the fact Leo was too slippery for him to hit..
Almost like foreshadowing that the Kraang knew Leo would be a threat, because they couldn't hit him, because hes too fast, because he could teleport and portal everywhere.
Could there possibly that in your Prime!Leo AU, Prime already knew of Leo's potential from the start? Could there potentially be a chance that Prime just wanted to see Leo's capabilities? And when Leo out pass Prime's expectations thats when Prime knew he was perfect, knew he was meant to be Prime's host. Thats when prime grew obsessed.
just a little thought.
(the scenes in question)
YES!!! YES I HAVE IN FACT NOTICED!!!
Subprime out here taking on the whole clan 1v1 without breaking a sweat and kicking all their collective asses, but the second Leo tapped in, he couldn't even land a single hit
which, of course, enraged him enough to do this:
what I also find interesting is that, during this scene, Mikey Raph and Donnie (and April, let's not forget our girl too) weren't the ones who pissed Subprime off enough for him to activate..whatever that little power sealing gimmick he has going on. almost like the guy wasn't going for their ninpō....just Leo's....hmmmm......
on that note, I don't think Prime knew about Leo when Subprime and his siblings were first freed. they were still an eye and still connected to the Technodrome
that is until Subprime brought the ship over and told Prime what happened
and the thought that there is a being capable of going toe-to-toe with Subprime, even being on par in fighting prowess with their top enforcer/general/executioner, was enough to get Prime's attention
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Could I request "cooking is an art form" with mahiru and presumbly orekoto? I read your Night drabble of those 2 and now the idea of a potential friendship has been stuck in my mind for days, that was probably the sweetest interpretation of him I've seen! Mahiru can't cook in the current state she's in though so I guess orekoto could act as her hands...?
Ah thank you so much!! I was so worried about doing Orekoto justice, that's so exciting you enjoyed 😭 We still don't have a ton of characterization for him, so bear with me, but I absolutely loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request -- with food playing such an important role in Mahiru's story/symbolism, and the pair's unique relationship, this made me so crazy to think about !!!
The knife twirled through Mikoto’s hands. He brought it down with a grunt. Emotion pulsed through his veins. He went back for another swipe, much harder than necessary. He wiped spatter from his face.
“You’re making a mess.” Mahiru observed from behind.
He glanced back to find her scowling at the tomato he was taking out his frustration on. “Who gives a shit? We’re not on cleanup duty.”
He wasn’t supposed to be on cooking duty, either. It was Mahiru’s night according to their usual rotation, but she was in no shape to do any physical activity. Mikoto must have volunteered, and also gotten into some fight about it, because now there he stood: angry at an unknown source, full of adrenaline, and worst of all, in charge of tonight’s curry.
“I suppose…” Mahiru said. “I think that’s Muu tonight, I’ll apologize to her later.”
It was unsettling, how she remained positively cheery as she walked him through each step of the recipe, despite her current condition and his bad attitude. Not that he’d ever turn his anger on her. Mikoto approved of her, and that was enough for him. She’d been going through so much at the hands of their common enemy, he wouldn’t say a single thing against her. Even as she tested his temper with her cooking instructions.
“No, no!” With her good hand, she tugged on the side of his uniform. “You have to turn the carrot as you cut it. Like -- yes, like that!”
Mikoto rolled his eyes as he did what he was told. “It’s all going to get cooked together anyways, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is! You have to take your time with things like this.” She placed her hand over her heart. “It’s about the process, not just the final product. Cooking is an art form!”
“It’s about the final product to me. I’m fucking starving.”
She was briefly distracted with the next set of instructions, telling him how to combine everything over how much heat. When she returned to the topic, her lighthearted voice was laced with a bit of desperation. “I mean it, there’s something magical about pouring your heart into something for someone else. Putting in your time. A little finesse here and there.”
“I know what it’s like to do something for someone else -- and there is absolutely no finesse involved. Or potatoes.” He gestured to the cut pieces before dumping everything into the pot over the stove.
“One of the most universal love languages is food, you know? People make meals and treats for their loved ones in every culture, in every time.”
“They do a lot of other things, too.”
“You went to art school, you understand. This is an expression of yourself!”
“It’s a waste of time.”
“It’s the surest way to help someone!”
“That’s a load of bullshit.”
There was a pause. Then a nervous laugh. Then, “yeah.” As she dropped into more uncharacteristic silence, he stole a glance at her.
Tears poured from her eyes.
“Mahiru?” Fuck, he didn’t mean to make her cry.
“It is.” she hiccuped. “I thought… I thought it could save him. I made this big meal… I thought… But I was so stupid…”
She buried her face in her hands, offering weak apologies for the sudden outburst. He threw the lid over the pot before stepping back to her.
“Hey, hey. Come on. Don’t cry.” It was a command rather than a comfort.
She didn’t listen. She just continued sobbing and blubbering on. “It was all stupid, worthless… I should have known…”
He crouched by the wheelchair. There didn’t even seem to be anything wrong, they’d just been talking about food. Why was she such a mess? He gave an impatient sigh. No reaction. What was Mikoto’s nickname for her again? “Listen, Mappi --”
She snapped her head up to look at him.
Her teary eyes flicked all over his face, making him scowl. “What?”
“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed, though her breath still hitched. “Sorry. You said… and well… I thought you’d gone away. I want you to stay.” She took his hand. “You.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because you understand me.”
He did not. Like, at all. But he kept his mouth shut.
Thankfully, she was too talkative not to explain herself. “You love someone very much. That love turned out to be dangerous -- deadly. And you weren’t forgiven for it.” She pressed her lips together, suppressing the wave of emotion that almost overcame her. “And now we’re both getting what we deserve for it.”
“Like hell we are.” He felt the spark of rage again. “Neither of us deserve any of this shit, okay?”
“But --”
“No.” He glared at her. That familiar fire rose up inside him. “I’m tired of all your speeches and optimistic crap. You’re always falling over yourself for others. You’re pathetic. This place is hell, so you need to get your shit together and act like it. You might be willing to forgive the others, you might be able to treat them with that stupid sweetness all the time, but no one’s going to do the same for you. Stop letting them fuck with you.”
She gaped at him. He realized he’d leaned in very close. He prepared himself for more tears, or maybe some cowering away from him. Good. Mikoto didn’t need people like her who would convince him this verdict was deserved. He didn’t need any of these people. It was fine to push them all away.
Mahiru surprised him by leaning over. Her head rested on his chest. “It’s hard. It’s so hard, Mikoto. But… I’ll try.”
His attention was quickly ripped away by a hissing behind him. He yanked himself away from her to run to the curry, which was bubbling and burning and spilling out of the pan all over the stovetop.
With an outpouring of profanities and clattering of dishes, he cleaned the sad remains of dinner off the burner. When he looked back at Mahiru, she had dabbed at her eyes and composed herself slightly.
“It’s okay,” she said, “I’ll pick something easier you can make instead.”
“Nah, I’ll make more curry. Tell me how much of everything again.”
“A-alright.”
His agitation slowly faded as she began her gentle instructions again. Though he had just tore her apart for it, he was grateful for her patience with everyone around her. He probably could have left, then, seeing how calm the kitchen became. But he wasn’t risking ruining the meal a second time with an unexpected switch.
And maybe Mahiru’s words still played through his mind.
The food was back on the stove in no time. He stood diligently next to it. They’d lapsed into a content silence. He still didn’t know what had set her off earlier, but wasn’t about to ask questions.
Mahiru had regained her usual bright smile. “Hey, when I get better, I’ll cook something for you, okay? I think you don’t appreciate cooking because no one’s made something special for you before. I want to do that.”
He sneered. “Heh, sure. And I’ll let you in on my preferred art form.” His words were layered with sarcasm. By now, she could guess that included destroying things by putting all of one’s might behind a powerful swing.
But she giggled, completely unfazed. “Well, friendship is about give and take, right? I’d love to try.”
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heyyyy there , just came across ur wonderful blog <3 im so in love the "from beyond" theme u have on ur background *_* , the purple and pink are stunning <3 huge fan of the aesthetics of that combs movie <3 im also very happy to see we still have an active community worshippers of Jeffrey Combs XD
so i wanna ask those spicy questions about jeff combs charachters that i know u enjoy to receive 3:) ;)))
1-which of Crawford/Herbert/John reilly/Milto dammers are dommie or subby or switch ?
2-what kind of kinks could Crawford possibly have ?
3- u think Herbert would go for a threesome with Dan and Meg? lol
4-what's Herbert and Crawf weakest spots ? i mean if you do that thing to them they cvmm INSTANTLY XD ?
5- which one of his charachters is more susceptible to maybe reluctantly accept being pegged and end up enjoying too much ?
that's all thank you <3 :* :*
ok uhm.. question 1: I haven’t seen John’s movie nor do I know much about him yet just of him so I’ma play it safe and say switch.. Milton would probably be terrified of sex in general most likely top but by no means playing into any role, Crawford is switch while leaning more toward sub, whilst Herbert is on the other end of that (Whatever Daniel would want so long as it’s him basically-)
question 2: Post worm probably hardly thought to hard about, after worm he bites.. he bites a lot.. I don’t know if it’s a kink or just him wanting to eat you though..
question 3: Herbert would rather not but if that’s his only choice yes.. (I don’t think Meg would though and he’d probably just find ways to kick her out the bed)
question 4:Crawford’s hole in his head.. uh.. probably.. maybe the rest of the eye but I really couldn’t say for sure..
Question 5: Milton would be terrified but into it after awhile-
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