#i’m making a axolotl next

[i-cant-think-of-a-name-today]

Man.

You know what I think I love the most about Bill Cipher? It’s the ability for this one character to be the worst possible being known to man yet one thing can make us question everything we know about his character.

I think about the Axolotl poem A LOT and I think it speaks to how much one little thing can change everything. The Reddit AMA as well. There’s so many little things outside of the show that really made me (and I’m sure many others as well) feel not quite finished with Gravity Falls.

I think back to that interview Hirsch did with The Mary Sue way back when. The one where he talked about leaving Bill’s return up in the air in case he ever wanted to go back to it. I think this book is him coming back to it.

I don’t really know my point in this short ramble, I think I’m just really excited to see his point of view. His thoughts on the Axolotl. His silly little projection onto Mabel. Even if he’s lying, I want to know how this goofy fictional villain thinks. One minute he’s rearranging faces, the next? Silly Straws!

To me I guess I don’t really care about what his backstory ends up being. I don’t really care if he actually liked so and so character or not.

I just wanna know if he’ll slip up and tell the truth.

#idk man #i think Alex leaving the villain open ended was genius #most of the time the hero has loose ends to go back to #not the antagonist #and I think bill is a wonderful antagonist to give depth to #silly goofy triangle man lies for courtesy and spills all his secrets! #coming July 2024! #just #*chefs kiss* #gravity falls #bill cipher #book of bill #the axolotl #mabel pines

[fly-sky-high-arts]

I know you probably have a ton of requests already, but I thought of this and I thought I’d be interesting. How about an angelic butterfly/moth? And I’m not talking “fluffy wing halo uwu” angelic; I’m talking biblically accurate angels here. Look one up if you need a reference; they’re pretty freaky-looking. They have SO many eyes, you don’t even know.

Brazen Watcher

Automated Soul Totem that lingers in the air near the holy grounds. Bug made idol that watches and serves its creators who wish to keep their strong order in check.

Hard to escape its eye's detectors and watchful but graceful float. It meets intruders with bell rings that alerts the keepers of the order. The echoes of the bell can stun intruders as well.

In combat, keepers are known to strike it to replenish soul and prepare more spells for combat.

(shape vaguely based off of a plume moth)

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If interested in adopting it for 10$ (or more), please contact me via DM! If there is no response in the next three days, I will set it up on ko-fi for adoption.

Now, I also want to explain why I took a slightly different direction with the design:

I remembered awhile back seeing a post explaining why the term "biblically accurate angel" is an issue with the description that is also in this ask

I found several posts when googling and I think it was this one that I remember seeing around (but I also found this reddit post and this other tumblr post)

Given I have never read any religious book in my life and that I am not too familiar with angels in general outside of pop culture references, I figured just making the design religious-esque would be enough and not go too crazy with what seems to be not-angel (but messengers?) horror like descriptions of them

Despite this, I appreciate the ask! It was a fun design~ (also a note for the asker: I do have the axolotl+psychedelic ask still in the inbox but unfortunately I didn't had any good ideas for it yet outside of one concept but if I will see if I'll go back to it. I hope this is alright for now!)

#hollow knight #oc #character design challenge #I think that was the tag #moth #kinda lol

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

Minecraft with Kenma

Okay, this is a little blurb of playing Minecraft with Kenma. I play the way reader plays, and my friend plays the way Kenma plays.

“Hey come play with me.” Kenma said holding a controller out for you. You plopped down next to him on the floor. 

“What are you playing?” You asked, eying him warily from your spot. 

“Minecraft.”

“Ooh, yes please!” You said grabbing for the controller. He gave it to you and waited for you to load in. “Okay, show me what’s going on.”

“Well this is the house. I have a chest room, and here is the smelting room. And right through here is where the beds are.” Kenma explained walking you through the house, and telling you about each room. After walking through the entire house, he brought you outside. “So over here is where…. Where did you go?”

“I’m over here. You see, this is a great place for a terrarium! We could put frogs, and get all different coloured ones. Oh! And we could get axolotls and flowers and trees!” You said excitedly. You wandered over to where he was at to look at the farm and where he keeps the animals. 

“Where did you go?” He asks turning around to see where you went. 

“I don’t know. I saw a bee, and then some flowers, and now I'm not sure.” You continued running and gathering as many flowers as you possibly could. “I’m gathering flowers to make the house pretty. What are you working on?”

“The enchanting room. I think I might add a portal here, but I’m not sure.” He said, eying your half of the screen as you ran wild. Running and gathering the flowers was taking all of your focus, so you weren’t paying attention to the sun. Out of nowhere something hit you and took half of your health. 

“What-Wha?! Kenma! Hey can you not?” You began yelling at the thing continuously taking your health. “A skelly?! AHHHHH! Run away, run away, run away.” You began muttering to yourself as you bolted in the opposite direction. At this point you are full on panicking as you’re trying to remember how to get back to the house, but are having no luck. “No, no, no, no. A zombie! Go away! Go away..” you’re becoming more desperate now. You turned to run the other way, and ran straight into another skeleton. “Kenma! I need help!” You called on the verge of tears. 

“Where are you?” Kenma asked gathering items to come get you. 

“I don’t know! You think I know!?”

“Okay, I’ll try to find you-what are you fighting with?” He asked, stopping completely to watch you wave your arms wildly trying to fight everything off. “Are, are those flowers?” He asked, breaking into laughter. 

“That's all I have! Kenma, I really need your help.” You paused your thrashing to try and find a way out. “They’re everywhere, I’m going to have to dig in.” You began digging a hole in the ground to get away, and wait out the night. Once you were safe and closed in you turned to Kenma. “What kind of psycho doesn’t play on peaceful??” Kenma was laying on the floor laughing at you. 

“What-what kind of psycho plays on peaceful?” He asks between laughter. 

“How do you not play on peaceful? It’s so stressful otherwise. You always have to be aware of the time, always need armour, weapons, mine for minerals, And! You have to constantly watch your back in the shade and down in the mines!”

“That’s literally the fun of it! You get trophies that way.” He rebutted through more laughter. “How do you even play?”

“Look, I just like to wander around, gather flowers, and bring home animals. And occasionally I like to mine.” You said glancing at his screen to see the time. 

“Please remind me why I even like you?”

“What was that?” You asked, even though you heard him clearly. 

“Nothing.” He said blushing and looking away from you. You sighed, turning back to the screen. 

“You like me because we’re two halves. I run head first into games, and you scope it out, come prepared and chase after me with everything I need.” You laid your head on his shoulder. You saw him let a tiny smile break out. Suddenly sunlight breaks through your little hole, and looking up you see Kenma’s character standing there. 

“Here.” He said tossing in some diamond armour and weapons. 

“What’s this for?”

“You said it yourself, I come prepared.” He pauses as his blush intensifies, “I’ll always chase after you.” You smile and smoosh your face into his shoulder. “Now let me teach you how to play real Minecraft.”

@rubyninja1

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines

[littlehypnone]

Fic request!! Reminder that you don't have to respond if this is triggering!! But phantom accidentally tripping over little dew drop and falling over, dew doesn't fall down but he gets scared when phantom starts crying

I made phantom trip over dew's tail and they don't fall fully on the ground but onto the couch and swiss' arms so it wouldn't be... "drastic" hahahah I hope its okay and that you like it!

755 words, tiny dew, little phantom (they/them as usual when small), phantom trips over dew's tail, no one gets hurt just a bit sad and scared, everything ends well with giggles, cg rain, cg swiss, mentioned cg aether

Dewdrop has been dropped all day now. It didn’t begin well, but after some time with Aether and then Rain he was happy. Currently, he was playing with Phantom, being watched over by Rain from the couch.

Phantom and Dewdrop were in a little pit of blankets and pillows on the floor, various toys thrown all around. At the moment Dewdrop seemed to be taking a break from playing, chewing on the tail of his axolotl plushie as he stared at Phantom, who was busy smacking two toys together. They were fighting.

Rain kept a close eye on Dewdrop when he stopped engaging, looking for any signs of the fear or anxiety coming back to the small ghoul. There was none, thankfully.

Everyone was calm and content. It was quiet for the next fifteen minutes or so, apart from the noises of Dewdrop gnawing and Phantom smacking their toys together, and sometimes making special sound effects, too. At some point the three of them heard footsteps from the corridor and soon enough Swiss walked in.

“Hi, Swiss,” Rain greeted him.

“Hello, Raincloud.” He plopped down next to him onto the couch and kissed his cheek. “Hello to you, too, two little gremlins.”

“Swissy! We nod g’emlins!” Phantom protested, even though they were giggling, happy to see the multi ghoul. Swiss always bragged he was Phantom’s favorite (and he probably was).

“Hmmm… I’m not so sure about that,” the multi ghoul took on a dramatic expression, as if he was lost deep in thought. Rain rolled his eyes next to him. “You know… gremlins don’t cuddle. I guess you gotta come over here and prove you’re not one by giving me a hug.”

Phantom giggled again and jumped up, careful to not step on any toys or Dewdrop. Unfortunately, they didn’t predict the fire ghoul’s tail twitching just when they were stepping over it and Phantom ended up tripping on it and falling face first into the couch. 

Swiss caught them, thankfully, but the quintessence ghoul already had tears in their eyes—mostly feeling bad for potentially hurting his little friend, but also out of shame. Rain dropped to his knees next to Dewdrop, all but waiting for his breakdown, but nothing was happening yet.

“‘m s– sorry, D– Dewy,” Phantom cried, hiding in Swiss’ neck. The loud sobs were what finally got to Dewdrop. He looked over at his friend with scrunched up eyebrows and Rain saw tears welling up in his eyes in real time. He pulled the tiny ghoul into his lap and held him tightly, knowing any words or shushing him wouldn’t do any good.

“Hey, bug, it’s okay, Dew is alright,” the multi ghoul assured them, getting a nod in confirmation from Rain. “Isn’t he Rain?”

“Yeah, baby bat, he’s okay. He just got sad because you got sad,” Rain told them. Both he and Swiss knew Dewdrop got a bit scared, rather than sad. Not for himself, but for his friend—he couldn’t filter his love for his packmates when little as he tended to do when he’s big—but Phantom didn’t need to know that when they were small, too, it’d possibly make their little breakdown bigger.

Phantom pulled away from Swiss’ neck and looked down at where Dewdrop was cradled in Rain’s arms. There were a few tears trolling down his cheeks and his eyes were wide, but he wasn’t sobbing or shaking. 

“D– Dewy, are you o– ogay?” the quintessence ghoul asked, but didn’t expect a verbal response. Dewdrop wiggled his arms out from between him and Rain, and made grabby hands in Phantom’s direction.

“Go, buggy,” Swiss encouraged them, ruffling their hair. Phantom extracted themself from the multi ghoul’s arms and got down onto their knees on the floor. They carefully crawled over to Dewdrop and Rain and sat down in Dewdrop’s arm reach.

“‘m sorry,” they apologized again, but the other was having none of it. He blew a raspberry, and extended an arm to—very clumsily and not really successfully—wipe some of the tears off Phantom’s cheek with his pointer finger. Both of their eyes and cheeks were still wet but they both erupted into giggles, quickly forgetting about their sadness as Dew took on poking Phantom’s flushed cheeks for fun.

Rain and Swiss both sighed with relief, glad the situation didn’t escalate into big panic on either of the little ghoul’s side. Soon enough Dewdrop and Phantom got back to their playing and Rain returned to the couch to cuddle up to Swiss and continue watching the little ghouls.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little phantom #little dewdrop #cg rain #cg swiss

[eyelessfog]

It starts, obviously, with Joel.

How else was it going to start?

Sausage is standing by the fountain, feeding axolotls, holding a mostly one-sided conversation. Eddie sits on the edge of the fountain, nodding at all the appropriate times, and giving his undivided attention.

Joel drops down in a burst of wind, his wings folding up behind him. His halo crackles warmly, the lightning more staticky than usual. He grins, and Hermes unwraps an arm from around their father’s neck to wave.

“Hello, husband,” Joel says teasingly.

Sausage glances over at Eddie, who looks equal parts confused and amused. He raises a brow at Sausage, and Sausage looks away.

“Uh, hello Joel!” Sausage says, voice pitched a little too high.

He reaches up, and Hermes flutters down on wobbly ankle wings, both of their fathers keeping hands out to make sure they don’t hurt themself. Hermes lands square in Sausage’s awaiting arms, and press their hands against his cheeks, grinning.

“Hi, papa,” Hermes hums. “Hello kiss?” they request. Sausage laughs, then presses a kiss to their forehead.

Joel smiles softly. “Hi. Sorry I’m a little early, but Stratos is going to be a little dangerous for the next couple days. I figured I could bring him here, but if you want me to just call up Lizzie, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Hermes blinks big eyes up at Sausage, then turns to glare at Joel. “I could have gone to auntie Lizzie?” they huff.

Sausage whines. “You want to hang out with auntie Lizzie more than me?” he gasps.

Hermes considers their father, then their face twists into a proud grin. “Yeah!” They bounce excitedly in Sausage’s arms. “She brings me on adventures.”

Sausage drops them for half a second so he can switch to holding them under the armpits, then lifts them up above his head. “Ex-cuse you! I bring you on adventures too!”

Hermes shrugs, lips pulled into a pout that doesn’t quite cover the smile they’re trying to hide. “Sometimes,” Hermes agrees. “Auntie Lizzie is more fun though. Sorry!”

Joel, bless him, tugs Hermes out of his grip and places them on the ground. “Alright, okay, auntie Lizzie’s awesome, yes. Can you give me a second, Hermes? You said Sausage got you a new toy last week and I wanna see.”

Hermes gasps, ankle wings fluttering in wild excitement, and they run off to their little apartment, skipping in their steps. Joel & Sausage watch them go, and as the door closes behind them, Sausage can see as Joel relaxes, shoulders falling in a sigh.

Joel offers a small smile, and leans over to press a kiss to Sausage’s forehead. “I’m making a proper temple to Hermes. It’s going to be a surprise, so that’s the real reason why I’m leaving him with you. I need just a bit of your…” Joel raises his brows, and Sausage already starts giggling. “…Hard wood. If you would.”

Sausage opens his mouth, new awful joke on the tip of his tongue, when a cough sounds to his right.

Ah, Sausage thinks.

Sausage leans back, clearing his throat into his fist. He doesn’t make eye contact with Joel. Still, he can see the way Joel’s face twists in confusion, and takes the moment to gesture to his father.

“Uh, right. Joel,” Sausage begins. “This is my dad. Eddie.”

Eddie waves.

Joel waves slowly back. He does not move after that.

It is far too silent for the next minute and a half, during which Sausage can only watch the grin on Eddie's face grow. He, at the very least, seems very happy with this turn of events.

"So," Eddie begins at last. "When was I meant to learn my son has a husband?"

Joel drops his face into his hands. "I'm so sorry, sir-" Sausage snickers and Eddie raises his brows, "-It's a joke between us. Me. My joke. He calls me boyfriend. We aren't married."

"Or dating!" Sausage joins in. "Just... raising a kid together."

Joel stares off into the distance. "My son has a grandfather," he notes distantly.

Eddie full on laughs. "That he does," he agrees. "I'd ask if there was a story there, but..." He winks very obviously at Sausage. "I'm not sure I want to know."

Sausage chokes and Joel gives him a look. "This is impressive, actually," Joel says. "I've never seen him so flustered, and I- hm. Scratch that actually."

Sausage flushes further. "We can stop talking about my non-existent love life now! Please!" He points an accusing finger at Joel. "He was talking about flirting. We flirt."

"I can't believe you didn't take that chance to make a joke."

"This is my father!!" Sausage stresses.

Hermes, bless their little soul, finally runs out of their room, toy held high. It's a stuffed cat, white with grey stripes, and it's lying limply in Hermes' triumphant hands. "Look!" they call, oblivious to the emotional states of the three men in the square. "I found her!"

Sausage takes the bait, despite the show certainly being for Joel. "Oh, there she is! Have you thought of a name for her yet?"

"Yes!" Hermes says brightly. "Her name is... Kitty!"

Joel leans back and bites his lip to keep from laughing. For his part, Sausage keeps a straight face. Eddie walks over to pat Hermes on the head.

"That's a very good name," Eddie offers.

Hermes gasps, as if seeing Eddie for the first time. Actually, they might have only noticed him just now.

"Abuelo!!!" Hermes gasps. "Hi!!"

"Hola, cosa bonita," Eddie says. "Cómo estás?"

"Estoy bien!"

Sausage gasps loudly. "You've been doing better on your pronunciation!"

Hermes nods excitedly. "Right? I've been practicing." They place their hands on their hips, puffing up their chest proudly.

Eddie kneels to Hermes' level to continue the conversation, and Joel catches Sausage's wrist before he can join them. He leans over and presses his lips to Sausage's cheek. "I have to go now," he whispers.

"Okay," Sausage whispers back. "Bye!"

Joel leans over Sausage to wave at Hermes. "Bye Hermes! And... uh... Mr. Eddie..?"

"Bye daddy!" Hermes sings.

"Farewell, Sausage's husband," Eddie says.

Both Sausage and Joel freeze like a deer in the headlights. Hermes gasps. "Papa and daddy got married?"

"Uh," Joel says intelligently. "No? Bye!" And he shoots into the sky, leaving Sausage alone.

Sausage kneels down, holding onto Hermes' hands and looking into their eyes seriously. "Now, Hermes, listen. When your fathers love each other very m-"

Eddie cackles.

#[written in stone] #i dont really know what to tell you. the plot is 'joel meets eddie for the first time' #mythicalsausage #smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans #joel empires #empires smp #empires smp 2 #hermes empires smp #eddie empires smp

[allthesunlightwecansee]

This is a combination of altar/room updates and things that I just wanted to have for my own reference. I’ve been trying to make my room feel more spiritual and cozy for myself, so I wanted to post some pictures both for me to look back on and for other people to see, because I like seeing people’s spiritual spaces that look normal instead of just being curated for Instagram. My current working altar sits next to my window AC unit, which isn’t the most aesthetic thing in the world, but it’s where it fits because of the shape of my room. You can also see from the Build-A-Bear axolotl tail how close everything is to my bed 😂 while I didn’t post a picture of my bed, I have a bunch of stuffed animals on it and there are also dolls displayed in a different part of the room, which just serves a reminder that you don’t have to have a perfectly curated space as long as it feels right to you 💕

I want to give a shout out to a lovely human on Reddit, who sent me this absolutely stunning Apollo painting for free! She said that she was doing a test run with gouache and didn’t love how it turned out, so she asked if anyone would want it in a sub that I’m on. I’m so honored to have such a beautiful work of art in my home ☀️

#witchcraft #hellenism #paganism #hellenic polytheism #altar #pagan altar #apollo #apollon #apollo worship #room tour #decor #witchblr #art #crystals

[everybodyshusband]

dinner and a movie

mushy may ; day seven !! (approx. 1.1k words)

(inspiration very much taken from @crimsonclergy's coffee shop au ! and of course, a huge thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting together the mushy may prompts <;3)

read under the cut, or on ao3 :)

“I’m taking this down to Mounty’s shop, I’ll be back!” Dewdrop yells out from the front, supposedly swiping the takeaway cup of tea that Rain has just heard him make off of the counter and making his way towards the door.

“‘Kay, I’ll watch the till!” Rain hollers back, emerging from the back room just in time to call out to Dew as the door swings shut behind him: “Practise safe sex!” There’s no one in the shop left to hear them anyway—Rain and Dew are the only ones working today, and all the customers disappeared after the mid-morning rush. Rain only just manages to catch a glimpse of the finger Dewdrop flips their way in response to their words, rolling his eyes endearingly as he makes his way to deliver Mountain’s tea to the florist next door.

“What’s all this about safe sex?”

Rain jumps; jolting so hard that they knock over the tin of biscuits they were trying to refill, spilling them all over the counter. “Fucking Christ, Swiss. How long have you been here?”

Swiss grins, wide and toothy. “Long enough.” Rain can’t quite decide if the twinkle in Swiss’ eye is charming or threatening. Having known Swiss for quite a few weeks now, it’s probably both.

They crouch down to pick up the few stray biscuits that have fallen on the floor, placing them aside while they work on refilling the tin properly this time. “So, Swisstopher Robin, what can I do you for?”

Swiss chuckles at the ridiculous nickname. “Well, Eeyore, I’ll have the usual, thanks.”

“Woah! Really?” Rain says, full of sarcasm, as if they don’t already have a pair of tongs in their hand, ready to take a muffin—strawberry and cinnamon, with a light dusting of cinnamon sugar over the top—out of the display cabinet and place it into a bag—usually with some silly doodle covering it that they draw before opening, specifically for Swiss; today it’s an axolotl trying to fit an entire muffin in its mouth.

“I know,” Swiss plays along, flashing Rain another charming smile that makes them go a little weak at the knees as they hand him his muffin. “Thought I’d change it up a bit today, you know?”

“Oh, naturally,” Rain laughs, busying themselves with the coffee machine. They can make Swiss’ coffee—well, it’s actually a hot chocolate with whipped cream and an extra marshmallow, which Rain makes in a coffee cup instead of one of the bright, colourful hot chocolate cups they’re supposed to serve it in. Swiss says it’s something to do with “having to look cool” and apparently a cute coffee cup isn’t the way to do that? Rain begs to differ; they only ever use the pretty takeaway cups, even on the rare occasions they opt for a caffeine hit—on auto-pilot now, so they chat away to Swiss as they work; asking about his day, what he’s been up to, and if the date he went on last night was a success.

“Nope,” Swiss sighs—much to Rain’s delight. “It was so boring.”

“Yeah?” Rain does their best to look sympathetic as they take a cup down from the top of the machine, but they can tell Swiss sees right through them. “What did you end up doing with him?”

“Dinner and a fuckin’ movie, Rainy. How boring is that!” Swiss emphasises his point by flapping his arms around wildly, almost letting his muffin go flying in the process.

Rain scoffs. “Dinner and a movie is the perfect first date, thank you very much.”

“Rainy,” Swiss deadpans. “You can’t possibly think that.”

“I can and I do, actually. Hear me out, okay?” They add when they see Swiss roll his eyes at them. “You have dinner with them and get to know them. You learn about their interests, what makes them tick, their favourite things, their least favourite things. Then you get to go see a movie with them! Maybe hold their hand a little, maybe grab onto them when you jump and get scared. Or, you know, if it’s not a first date…” Rain trails off, even as they note with glee the way that Swiss seems to be hanging on to their every word.

“Oh no, go on. I wanna hear this, Rain.”

“...Fine,” Rain agrees. “If it’s not a first date, and you’re both uh, feeling it.” They’re doing their best to voice their thoughts, but now they’re acutely aware of Swiss staring at them as they talk and make his drink, and suddenly he’s got stage fright.

“Aw, Rainy, where’d all that bravado go?” He teases, flashing Rain that fucking grin, again.

“I’m saying you can get them off in the back of the cinema, Swiss!” Rain hisses, their words come out all in a rush. They can feel the heat of a blush spreading over their entire face and neck.

Swiss blinks at them, stunned.

“Sorry,” Rain says, embarrassed. “Here’s your drink.” They place the finished hot chocolate on the counter in front of Swiss, turning his back to him—planning to walk into the back room and never emerge again—but before they get very far, Swiss grabs a hold of their arm.

“I, uh– I still need to pay.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rain mumbles, still refusing to turn around. “It’s on the house.”

The café is silent for a few moments, but Swiss doesn’t let go of Rain’s arm. “Then… Can you at least turn around so I can see your pretty blush?”

“My– what?” Purely out of shock, Rain spins around to face Swiss, and they watch as his pupils dilate at the sight of him.

“You heard me.”

“I did. But I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

Rain fumbles to find the words. “Because you’re– you’re you. I mean, look at yourself, Swiss. You’re the– the pretty one out of the two of us.”

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” Swiss asks, and Rain feels their brain short circuit, shut down, and reboot all at once at Swiss’ choice of pet name.

“I– I, um, I–?”

“Jeez, if I knew you were this easy to rile up, I woulda done it weeks ago.”

Rain blinks at him, too confused and flustered to do much else. “You… huh?”

“I’ve wanted to ask you out ever since I first walked in here, Rainy,” Swiss explains, surprisingly gently.

“O– Oh, shit.”

Swiss laughs, Rain thinks it’s one of the most beautiful sounds they’ve ever heard. “Yeah. I really like you, Rainy.”

Rain tries not to scream in excitement, and instead does their best to contain their joy to a little stimmy wiggle and a delighted smile.

“So… What do you say, sweetheart? Dinner and a movie?”

#mushy may #day seven baybeee #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rulti #my beloved <3 #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband ficlets

[detective-giggles]

better days and even better nights

Just a little dads Tarlos written for @bubblesandroses8 for the Valentine’s Exchange!  ***

Carlos tosses a backpack on the counter and opens it, preparing to stuff it with everything he’ll need for a day at the zoo with his daughter.  He and TK both have the day (and evening!) off, and they plan to make the most of it. They had decided that they’d split up and each spend some quality time with one of the girls and then tonight, maybe some quality time with each other (if they weren’t too tired from the day’s shenanigans). 

He starts with a few bottles of water and sets a couple on the counter for TK to pack in his own bag.  He adds some fruit snacks and granola bars, tucking those carefully in a front pouch, so they don’t get smashed.  His bag was already half-full; a baseball cap and sunglasses for each one of them, sunscreen, a blanket, and a few small toys to keep Mari occupied for the drive.

TK breezes in, carrying his own backpack, and dumps the few snacks inside. “Thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome. Did you pack some extra clothes, just in case? You know if you stop for lunch, she’ll end up with ketchup all over her dress.” He’s glad both girls are out of the diaper stage, but he’ll be happier when they’re both a little older, and they don’t feel like they need to pack the whole house for a day trip.

TK laughs and shakes his head but hurries into Sophie’s bedroom and grabs another full outfit to stuff in the bag. He returns a few minutes later with Sophie trailing closely behind, carrying her favorite stuffy.  Mari was nearby, trying to herd them out the door.

“Let’s goooo! I wanna see the penguins!” Mari exclaims, following TK into the kitchen. 

“You’ll get to say hi to the penguins soon enough,” TK promises as he zips up the backpack and slips it onto his shoulders. 

“You two have fun today,” TK says, picking Sophie up and settling her on his hip. 

He presses a kiss to the top of Mari’s head and one to Carlos’ temple, and Sophie leans in to try to give Carlos a kiss too.  

Carlos grabs his own backpack and Mari’s hand, and together they all head out of the house.

***

“Which one do you want?” TK asks.  

They’d been at Build-A-Bear for almost fifteen minutes, and Sophie still hadn’t decided which animal she wanted.  

“What’s this funny-looking thing?”  she asks.

“That is called an axolotl.” He kneels down next to her and does a quick google search, showing her a video. 

“It’s a fish?” 

“No? But-” TK makes a face and decides he really doesn’t want to explain to a four-year-old what an amphibian is, and he nods. “Yeah, it’s like a fish.”

Sophie giggles. “I want one!” 

“I don’t think your dad would like that,” he says.  “You can have this one, though.”

“Okay,” she agrees.  “Can we buy it clothes too?”

“Well, of course, silly girl. We can’t have a naked axolotl in the house.” TK leads her over to the rows of clothes for all the bears. 

He pauses at the little firefighter costume and pulls it off the shelf. 

“I might just make one too.”  TK steps back to look at the animals, choosing a little bear to stuff as Sophie pulls an outfit off the shelf.

“I’m ready!” she announces. 

“Okay, come on.” 

The bear and axolotl stuffing process takes way longer than TK expects, but the kid working the stuffing machine is nice enough, so he doesn’t really mind.  Twenty minutes later, they’re carrying their matching boxes out of the store and heading for the next stop on their father-daughter date.

***

“Can we go in here?” Mari asks, tugging on Carlos’ hand.  He stops short as he realizes she’s trying to lead him into the reptile house, and he shakes his head. 

“Not today, princess. It’s closed,” he says, veering away. He almost feels bad for lying to her, but she only pouts for a minute before she sees the next animal and hurries down the path.

“Giraffes!” she yells as she runs to the railing.  

Carlos takes a couple of quick strides to catch up and picks her up. As he lifts her over his head and sets her on his shoulders, she squeals with delight. 

“They’re so big,” she says in awe. “Much taller than you.”

Carlos chuckles, “They are a lot taller than I am.” 

They spend a few minutes watching the giraffes eat before Mari kicks to be let down.  He sets her on the sidewalk and pulls the map out of his pocket, asking what she wants to see. Carlos should have anticipated her response of “everything!”  The monkeys are next, and they head in that direction at a leisurely pace.  

“Thank you for bringing me here.” 

Carlos laughs, “You’re welcome, princess.”

“Can we go to the water zoo after this?”

“The water what?”

Carlos listens for a bit as she talks about all the fish she wants to see, especially the sharks. “I think the word you’re looking for is aquarium.”

 “Yes!” Mari agrees. 

“And no, we’re not going to the aquarium today.” 

“Are you taking daddy to the zoo tonight?” Mari asks. “Can we stay up late with Aunt Nancy?”

“Your father and I are definitely not going to the zoo,” Carlos says. “And as far as staying up late… Your dad and I are going to put you two to bed before we leave. We can’t stop Aunt Nancy from letting you guys get up and watch a movie and maybe eat some of the ice cream in the freezer.” Carlos gives her a conspiratorial look. Nancy doesn’t babysit much anymore, so when she does, Carlos decides to look the other way when she spoils the kids.

“Yesssssss!” Mari cheers. “That’s why Aunt Nancy is the best!”

“Because she lets you do things your dad and I don’t?”

Mari grins excitedly and nods, and Carlos is already worried for her teenage years.

***

“What took you guys so long?” TK asks as soon as Carlos and Mari walk through the door.  TK’s sitting at the table with Sophie on his lap, a giant coloring book on the table in front of them.

“We were enjoying the zoo,” Carlos comments. “And a quick dinner for Mari.”  He kneels down in front of Sophie. “Wanna tell me about your day while you get ready for bed?”

“Yes!! And you can see my new toy!” Sophie climbs off TK’s lap and starts to run for the stairs.

“No running in the house!” both TK and Carlos manage to spit out at the same time. Sophie freezes and then gives an exaggerated tip-toe all the way across the room. Carlos shakes his head and follows her headstart, taking the steps two at a time.

“Did you have fun with your dad today?” TK asks. 

Mari climbs into the seat next to him and nods.

“But he wouldn’t take me to the reptile house again.  I wanted to see the snakes!” She picks up the crayon her sister discarded, and they color as they talk.

“The snakes, huh? Next time. We can spend the whole time in the reptile house if you want.”

The girl sighs but nods in agreement, “Okay, next time. Promise?”

“I promise. I mean, you’ll miss out on some other really awesome animals, but if that’s what you want…” TK stands and starts stuffing the crayons back in the box. “Come on, buttercup. Go get your pajamas on and pick out a book. I’ll be in to read to you in a minute.”

Mari heads for the stairs, and TK finishes cleaning off the table before following.

***

“So… What’s in the bag?” Carlos asks as they wait to be seated. They have had these reservations for a month, but it was still a new restaurant and it was crazy busy. 

TK gives him a look, “It’s a surprise.”

“It’s not my birthday, and it’s not our anniversary,” Carlos points out.  He reaches out and adjusts TK’s tie, smoothing out a wrinkle.

The hostess calls their name, and they follow her to the table.  TK shakes his head and says, “No, it’s not. But I was thinking of you, so I got you this.”

Carlos reaches into the bag and pulls out a small bear dressed in a little firefighter uniform. “Really?”

“For your desk at work! Now I can be with you every day! They don’t have a paramedic outfit,” he says, “I looked.” 

Carlos huffs a laugh and nods. “To be fair, this is exactly what you were wearing the first time I met you.”

“That’s not even the best part. Have you been there?”

“To Build-A-Bear?” Carlos clarifies. “No.”

“They stuff the bears and you get to pick out a little outfit and stuff. But look. Squeeze here.” TK reaches out and points.  Carlos gives a little squeeze and feels a little plastic… heart?

“Don’t you just love him?” TK asks.

“I do,” Carlos admits. “But not as much as I love you,” Carlos drops the bag at his feet and sets the little bear on the table as they order their drinks.

“I really enjoy getting to spend some quality time with the girls,” TK says softly. “But we only get so few days off together, and I really miss getting to spend them all with you.” TK reaches out, brushing his fingers against Carlos’ and Carlos gives his hand a squeeze.

“Well, you have my undivided attention tonight,” Carlos says. “So be interesting.”

TK laughs. “You know, speaking of interesting, I had a very interesting discussion with our daughter tonight about the reptile house.”

Carlos shudders. “We don’t talk about that. It was closed for cleaning. End of story.”

“I love you so much,” TK says, still laughing.  “But enough about that. Tell me everything about your week.” 

Carlos takes a sip of his wine as he tries to decide where to start. “Okay, okay, I gotta tell you about this case…”  

He leans in and they take turns exchanging stories during dinner, filling each other in about their week at work and the girls, eventually drifting into a comfortable silence over a shared dessert. 

“This is nice,” TK says finally. “I mean, we can talk and have a conversation, but we can also just…be together.  Unlike the girls who have to be talking all the time.”

“Well, speaking of just being together. Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

Carlos shrugs and grins. “But Nancy is staying, so we have the rest of the night to figure it out.”

*** I also slipped in the line “I was thinking of you, so I got you this” to check off a box on my TMP Tarlos Bingo. 

Tagging: @plaidbooks, @tarlosweeklyprompts, @tarlosmonthlyprompts

#TARLOS as DADS #family fluff #trips to the zoo #build a bear #date night #911 ls fic #TMP custom Tarlos Bingo #twpvficexhange

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 21 Prompt 4 - Chess

About 1,200 words! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, and @grailfish!

I knew enough about the Games to know I wanted to hide from my mentor. They’d talk about how I could win and tell me all about the Games, and that wasn’t important. I didn’t want to hear lies about how I could win. The Capitol wasn’t going to let me win, and anyway, I didn’t want to deal with someone staring at me, asking me to transform into a dragon, all of it. I was so fucking tired of everyone’s eyes on me.

So, I grabbed a plate of food and a bottle of alcohol and slipped away to the farthest car I could get to. Aeflin liked just injecting nutrients into me instead of feeding me, so I only really got to eat when I was at the Capitol, and even then, I barely had time to myself to eat. This would be different.

I made sure to eat slowly. I had already learned my lesson before when I had eaten too quickly and too much at one of the first parties I went to, and I had been sick the whole night. Luckily, Ashont hadn’t singled me out yet, or it might have been an even more hellish night.

I did actually get to finish my damn food and part of the bottle before someone showed up. I looked up and immediately transformed into my dragon form (about the size of a cat, with black scales, a flat head like an axolotl, and pink ruffles around my face) since it was more comfortable to be in around strangers, and it meant that I had an excuse to not answer questions. I growled at him, but he just sat down next to me and watched me with thoughtful eyes.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Killian, and I am your mentor for this Games.” Oh brilliant. I made sure to grumble my protest, but he just chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know what the Capitol is planning for you. Believe it or not, I have been paying attention to what the Capitol has been doing, have even been to a few of their parties myself. I have an idea of a plan, and it might just surprise you.”

He watched me carefully, and his stare didn’t make my skin crawl like everyone else’s stares did. I chirped to let him know to keep going, but he just chuckled again. “I’d prefer for you to be in human form when we chat though, if that’s okay with you. Then I’ll know if you’re actually listening.”

I grumbled again but finally transformed back human, but I did make sure to keep my scales, tail, and fangs, so I didn’t look fully human. I smiled at him to make sure to show off my fangs as my tail lashed in annoyance. “There, I’m listening.”

He didn’t look bothered at all by what was clearly a threat. How the fuck did he survive his own Games? He leaned forward, his expression growing serious. “I know how the Capitol has treated you and how they will treat you if you leave on their terms. And I know of Aeflin. I believe you met my partner at the party where you last dealt with Ashont, and I wanted to reiterate that there are people who do actually care about you. I knew your parents, so that is why I have kept my eyes on you, and I believe you have ended up in a place they would have never wanted you to be.”

I knew where he was going with this, and I gritted my teeth and looked away from him before he could see the tears that blurred my vision. My parents had been gone for so long that I didn’t even remember what they looked like. “I have nowhere else to go. And anyway, I have to…” I had to make Aeflin proud. She made me into this.

“I have a place you can stay that’s safe. Safe from the Capitol and from Aeflin. Please, Ezra, I’m concerned with how the Capitol and Aeflin have been treating you. I can’t…I can’t force you to take this, and I would never dream of doing so. All I can do is plead with you. You don’t have to stay with people who just use and abuse you. I just ask you to think about it.”

I couldn’t look at him. I started shaking as I finally covered my ears. It was too much. Aeflin had expectations of me, and she only hurt me to make me stronger. The Capitol liked the entertainment I could provide, so of course they would use me for that. I hated the pain and abuse, but it was worth it to become what Aeflin wanted me to be. I had to make her proud. I just wanted to hear her say it. She had to say it. I was going to complete her task.

I shook my head. “Stop. I…I can’t.” I twitched and transformed back into my dragon form, curling up as small as I could and hiding my face from him. I couldn’t…this was all I knew. This was all that was safe. I couldn’t trust a stranger, that I would have any safe place.

Killian nodded. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Please, just think about this.” He stood up and left me alone. I covered my face with my feet, one of them a prosthetic version of a dragon’s foot, and covered myself in my wings until I finally got my emotions under control.

*

That night, after everyone else had fallen asleep, I snuck over to the food car, where the tv was as well. Checking out the other people who were chosen would be good, so I sat down and kept the volume as quiet as I could as I started the reviews of the Reapings. It wasn’t like Aeflin really let me sleep anyway, so I wasn’t used to sleeping so much.

The other chosen ones were impressive, and I hoped they would have a chance to win. But then I got to District 6’s Reaping, and I couldn’t help but stare.

His name was Safirel Beynleyra, and there was a glow about him. He even had golden light dancing on his hands. Like a Celestial. He had to be the one Aeflin wanted me to find. Why else would she give me this mission now, when I had been in the Capitol so many times before? He had to be the one Aeflin wanted me to capture. Now I just had to get close to him and make him trust me. He wouldn’t know I was here for him. Publicly, I was here as punishment. And it wasn’t public knowledge that I was hunting Celestials. He wouldn’t know. I’d be safe. This time, I had the chance to not even have to fight him. I just had to deceive him and capture him when he wasn’t expecting it.

I smiled a little, showing off my fangs. He wouldn’t suspect a thing. I knew how to feed someone’s ego enough to get them to let their guard down. Aeflin would be proud of me.

#writeblr hunger games #writeblr #All's Fair #no editing lol

[meatcatt]

Want to hear my biggest life hack. If your sad and alone and need someone to talk to you but you don’t know how to ask for that, just go to your neurodivergent friend(s) and ask questions about their hyper fixations. You’ve got their attention for at least the next 30 minutes while they info dump about it.

When I’m really sad and just need to have some sort of interaction, I just ask my best friends about the stuff they like. And hearing them so earnestly tell me what they love and all the things that make them excited about the topic… I just… it’s so grounding.

I love the people in my circle, both platonic and romantic, equally. I love what makes them happy I love what makes them excited. Theirs something so grounding hearing my friends tell me about the new hobby they picked up that they’ve spent the past 2 months learning every little detail on.

It’s such a nice experience for both parties. For me I’m not alone, someone has their full attention on me in my dire moments without even having to know I’m sad. And for them they get to talk about something I’m sure they’ve been wanting to talk about for awhile but nobody has asked.

And besides all the sappy stuff about how much I love my friends and love seeing them express themselves. I have so many random facts that my neurodivergent homies have spilled. Even if we’re not friends anymore. Like- I know a bunch of recipes for air fryers, how to help and care for axolotls, witch craft, ancient Mayan history. The list goes on. And like damn… that’s so cool!!

I love having friends,,,

#meat talks #moral of the story #neurodivergent people are cool and easy to get talking

[showfallmediamaintenance]

[Video transcript begin.] 

[The recording begins as many have, from the shirt pocket. Upper torso height. The video shows Edgar’s room in the apartment, there are objects strewn across the floor, and overall it is a mess. Edgar slowly moves to the door, unlocking it. He pauses, staring out at the main area of the apartment. He’s startled out of it by a loud knock, and a few odd noises at his front door. He picks up the pace and opens the door.] 

[The person on the other side is a man, who has broken horns and leaves in his long black hair, panting where he stands half crouched in the doorway, pupils like needles in his rust red eyes, with tear streaks on his face and thick pink axolotl like tail lashing behind him. The noises seem to be coming from him, like some sort of reptile mixed with mammal rattling.]

[The two stay silent for a few seconds.]

Edgar: Um. Hey. 

??: You're Edgar, right? I haven’t knocked on the wrong fucking door, the Rose person only said there was a wheelchair, not the number.

[ The voice identified, despite the heavy growl under the words, identifies the speaker to be Jasprix. ]

E: Yeah, no, that’s me. Don’t worry.

J: I have a few worries, can’t really not do that right now, but thanks. Glad I didn’t find some other fuck.

[Jasprix disappears from the camera view, presumably into a full crouch from the uncomfortable looking position he had been holding before, his voice comes from below.]

J: Fucking... hate night and the woods. Can’t see in the dark. It was terrible getting here. 

E: I– Yeah, I’ve tried going through the woods at night, too. It sucks. It’s a miracle you were able to get here at all.

[A rattling hiss comes in response to that, and the brief sight of the tail appearing at the bottom of the screen.]

J: Let me in. 

[Without another word, Edgar steps backwards out of the doorway. Allowing Jasprix in.]

E: Be careful, there’s a bit of broken glass on the floor.

J: I see that, my hands won’t get cut, don’t worry. Not that it matters, it’d heal back quickly regardless. 

E: Huh. Well… Do you need anything? 

J: Wanted to not be in my fucking room, or home at all, right now. You have a bathroom or something?

E: Yeah, I’ve got a bathroom. It’s that room right there.

[The view turns as Edgar points to one of the open doors. He turns back after a few seconds.]

J: Great. 

[Theres some scuttling past Edgar, and more crocodile like hissing, as Jasprix went to where Edgar pointed. The door creaks as Jasprix goes past it, then a few seconds later the bath head shower turns on.]

[It takes a few moments, before the water turns off and something makes a splash as it goes in.] 

[Edgar moves to stand next to the bathroom door, facing away from it.]

E: I’m, uh, I’m really sorry. 

J: He was your friend before he was anything to me, I could have probably done something though, so. Sorry I fucked up with everything.

[Jasprix’s voice sounds slightly muffled and strange, like he’s speaking through something with some effort, but the tone is clear in its distress and sadness, even through the mournful sounding whine in his throat.]

E: Bud, if you’re a fuck-up, I don’t even know what that makes me. You did what you could. Everyone has their limits. 

J: Hmm, I wanna kill that rat. You know I’m not naked right, you can fucking look at me. 

[He chuckles.]

E: I just needed something to lean on, standing is a little rough at the moment. 

[ The noises pause for a second, water quietly sloshing in its place, before they start again, quieter.]

J: ...Yeah, I get that. Promise not to splash you, if you decide to sit on the floor or something.

E: Hm, I don’t know why I didn’t just do that in the first place. Thanks.

[Edgar sits on the bathroom floor, crossing his legs. He is angled slightly towards the tub.]

[Jasprix is nearly fully submerged in the water, his head just barely hovering over to glare out from the water and speak, the gills open on his neck visible and flexing with his breathing and when he speaks. Possibly the cause of his change in speech. He’s curled up otherwise, tail held under his chin with arms around it and legs drawn to his chest.]

J: Guess you don’t believe in bad luck, if you broke whatever that glass thing was.

E: Luck doesn’t really have a meaning to me anymore, it used to, but after all of this? I don’t think there’s any force at play behind these things.

J: I don’t think I’ve ever believed in it either. Less now then before. Shit first time getting to meet you though, but at least you're not doing some stupid shit that I could have met you doing instead. 

E: If I’m going to be honest, I was considering having a drink or two. I’m glad I didn’t, though. 

J: If you want to, I could watch you. Just do it here, or something. I can’t drink, so watching you and stopping you from going too far is at least something. Don’t have fuck all else planned besides sulking here.

E: Eh, it seems like it’d be a bad time to have any alcohol. I don’t know why, but I feel like it would just be a bad choice.

J: Probably. Guess there's nothing to do but talk then. Might not help much, but unless you got something like tv or some shit to distract us with, it's all we seem to have here.

E: TV usually doesn’t work as a distraction for me. Hm. Do you need someone to talk to? Or would you like to be left alone?

[Jasprix stares at him for a few seconds, seeming to consider as his eyes glance over him, then he deflates slightly, ears drooping down into the water as his head dips in a moment before he lifts back up to speak.]

J: Maybe just leave me alone for a while here, I guess. Don’t... do anything stupid when you aren’t in here. I will fucking get out of this tub if I have to, don’t think I won't. 

E: Alright, got it. I’ll be in the living room. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything.

[Edgar stands up, and moves out of the bathroom.]

J: See you in the morning, Edgar. 

E: Yep, see you.

[He sits down on the couch and sighs, before reaching for the remote.] 

[Transcript end.]

#showfall ask blog #showfall media #showfall #encoreverse blog #transcript

[wicked-elfie]

Time Swap (ROTMNT)

Time Swap AU created by @teetlezhere

Chapter 7

TW: Mentions of death, anxiety, LOTS OF CURSING AND YELLING

Beginning / Previous / Next

( you guys can’t imagine the shit-eating grin I’m wearing as I sob rereading this. )

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In the future…

“This is it…” April leans against the doorway, Raphael towering just behind her, but refusing to look into the room. Leo hesitantly steps in; His face is puffy and stained with salt along his cheeks. He’s trembling like a leaf in the wind as he takes in the mural.

Leonardo sits upon his tired feet. The wall before him is coated in vibrant, practiced strokes. The portrait subject is none other than an exact replica of his twin’s face. He takes note that his brother appears young in the painting, just like back home; Mikey painted this. He also takes note of a set of nunchucks nestled in the corner with several trinkets and a photograph of a wrinkled Michaelangelo, grinning, wedged between two other mutants. One of his thin, but toned arms is wrapped over the shoulder of a small axolotl mutant. His opposing hand rests on the knee of a tall, stern-looking salamander Yokai. The worn photograph is surrounded by an array of brightly colored candles, flickering quietly with the light breeze that dances in from the hall. There are several other images and drawings scattered around the room and plastered to the walls. Leonardo doesn’t recognize most of them, but he can pick out a few faces: Cass, Sunita, Señor Hueso and his son, and… Splinter.

The teen hears a loud slump before he is encompassed from behind. He wants to fight to hold, but can’t bring himself to. His brother is much larger now, but the contact is so familiar, he finds himself defenseless to its power. He lifts his shaking hands to grip onto the massive arm over his chest, tethering himself before he crumbles into the hug. Dead silence fills the air as Leonardo’s eyes flick across the wall. So many faces. God, there’s so many faces. He chokes on a couple sobs, his lungs burning in agony, before letting out a blood-curdling scream. April flinches at the sound, covering a quiet gasp with her hand as tears slip past her emotional blockade. Raphael tightens his hold on his baby brother. Wailing defeatedly at the wall before him, the boy doesn’t know if it’s anger or sadness coursing through him. As he digs his fingertips into Raphael’s embrace, he decides he feels grief: erratic, unrelenting, and not even entirely his own. He wants to hide, he wants to run, to tear down the pictures, to throw himself off a ledge, to hug his family, to sleep in a pile after a Jupiter Jim marathon. He needs to hear his father complaining about his back; to watch Raphael and April, carefree, sparring in the training room; to smell Mikey’s amazing cooking from the kitchen; and he desperately needs to feel his twin’s breathing as he leans against him while he clicks at his phone and chuckles at a video of a cat or a stupid angry Twitch streamer. His brothers and his father are still out there - just not here - but as he stares at the memorial before him, he feels as though he has already lost them. After all, in this future, Leonardo had lost them.

He’s drowning helplessly in his own mind till he senses a cool wetness, running across his shoulder and down his arm. The sensation makes him shiver as it tickles its way along his torso; It’s sobering, and it’s heartbreaking. His body turns inward with the weight of an exhausted warrior pressing against him. His breathing slows and his clutch relaxes. The two brothers take several minutes to quietly mourn in whichever way. April softly turns away a couple concerned passerbys who’ve come to make sure no one had been hurt, given the scream. She steadies herself against the doorway, fending off sleep-deprivation and crippling heartache. She can’t stand the only sound in the space being Raphael and Leonardo’s hushed weeping. She can’t afford to fall apart as well; She pretends as though she isn’t already whimpering into her hands as she watches over the pair.

The dense atmosphere is interrupted when Raphael’s voice croaks out, “They’re still out there. Your brothas are still out there… Leo will make sure it stays that way.”

The younger ninja shakes his head slowly, still recovering from the swelling in his brain. “Raph… You are my brother. These are my brothers. This… Krang… They took everything from us: From you.” Leo squeezes a couple times at the warrior’s fist, asking him gently to let go.

The giant’s head pulls back and his hold around the teenager falls. He whispers to the blue-banded boy, “This isn’t y’a fight. You’re gonna go home. You’re gonna be safe. This future? This ain’t something you’re gonna have to live with. I swear on my life, little brotha.”

Leonardo turns to him, his eyes glassy and red, “Your life doesn’t matter to them! None of these lives do! I-“ He digs his fingers into the dirt floor, scrunching his brow. He snags a handful of dust from the ground and stands. “I can’t-” His eyes peer at the mural, first for several seconds in sadness, then in a flash of rage. He launches the dirt towards Donatello’s portrait and growls, “Shit!”

Raphael winces at both the powder that now covers the purple-banded ninja’s eyes, and at Leonardo’s language. The eldest always tried his best not to curse, partially because his father would’ve had his head for setting a bad example. However, the middle brothers - especially Leo - always took a liking to profanities: usually when they were upset. “It’s funny, y’a know… How different you became in the future, sure, but also…,” the snapping turtle chuckled almost bitterly, “but also how you’re just the same.”

The teen seems to release some of his tension as he listens in to the older mutant’s words. “How so?,” he mumbles, still glaring daggers at the wall.

“Well,” Raph lifts his knee and places a hand upon it to assist him in standing. He grunts as he raises himself off the ground, “the first time you saw the portrait when Mikey finished it,” he steps forward, dusts off Donatello’s dark eyes, and points at a splatter of orange poking out from underneath the right iris. He continues with a bittersweet smile, “y’a threw his paintbrush at it. You were upset because you were convinced he was still alive. You never gave up. Y’a never do: sometimes to a fault.” He faces the younger ninja again and engulfs his shoulder with his large hand. “And you apologized, of course, but y’a still went searching every few days, for three years… Three. Years…Y’a kept looking for ‘im.,” Raphael’s voice wavers. “You never even actually stopped believing either. It’s just, with all the losses around you, y’a had so much responsibility, especially with Casey. After Cass died, you and y’a partner practically adopted ‘im.” The snapping turtle lets his hold slip down to Leo’s arm. “But your duties - your family - this war… Y’a grew up so quickly from the first attack to fallin’ through that portal.”

Leonardo snarls at the ground, “Great… I even managed to start a family, and that was taken away too.”

“That’s not the point, Leo…”

“Really?! Because I haven’t even heard of said ‘partner” yet! Let me guess! He’s somewhere on this stupid wall! Which one is he? Is he human? Yokai? A scientist? A warrior? Even maybe a nurse? I wouldn’t fucking know, because I can’t even begin to guess given how many goddamn faces there are!” He throws Raphael’s hand off his arm and attempts to level his height to the snapping turtle. “Casey has been out cold for three days! You and April haven’t slept a fuckin’ wink! Our brothers are dead, Raphael!” His voice crackles and any tears left in his eyes have dissipated. His tone is cold as ice when he continues through bared teeth, “Our father… is dead…” His chest heaves from overexertion. His vision is tunneled as he turns to the door. “I’m gonna send these assholes to Hell for what they did to my family.”

April blocks the exit, “Leon, you are out of your mind if you think we’re gonna let you try to take those guys head on.”

Raphael attempts to clutch the younger mutant’s hand, only to watch it be snatched away. “Please, Leo. Y’a need to listen to us. We’re gonna go after them, I promise, but we need a plan. We have to work togetha.” He sighs and slicks back his bandana, “That’s a lesson we learned tha hard way.”

The teen tsks and continues towards the door. He grabs hold of his katanas, “Then It’s a good thing I haven’t learned that one yet.” He stares down the woman in his path, “I’m going.”

The commander takes a single step forward, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

Raphael’s eyes widen as a soft blue glow emits from Leonardo’s blades. “No…” He rushes forward, “Don’t do this, Leo!” He reaches out in desperation.

“Watch me.” With a flash, Leonardo slices a portal into the floor and falls through.

Raphael grabs nothing and crashes to his arms and knees, “Gah!” He holds his side and winces in pain.

“That asshole’s gonna get himself killed.”  April whispers as her terror-struken gaze meets Raph’s.

The snapping turtle clumsily stands and scowls, “Not if I can help it… We’re goin’ in after him. I am gonna go grab him by the shell, drag him back here, and beat his ass myself…” As he storms past her, April knows he would never lay a violent finger on his brother, but his language and the darkness under his brow could convince her otherwise.

#I'm very proud of this okay? #rottmnt #rotmnt #rottmnt movie #leonardo #leo #raphael #raph #michaelangelo #mikey #donatello #donnie #splinter #April o'neil #TCEST DNI #time swap au #:) #>:) #angst #tw: death #tw: language #tw: rage #tw: anxiety

[headingalaxys-spicy]

German bros + Russia reacting to a reader begging them to buy an axolotl

⭐️Enjoy ⭐️

🇩🇪Germany🇩🇪

“Ludwig looks there is the sea creature section! Let’s go!” There was an added pep in your step when you saw the blue green multicolored glass that had a mythical glow to it. The beloved animal close to your heart was a mere few feet away from you. You watched ten maybe fifteen axolotls glinde through the water like aqua born angels that had their feathers as their ears. Other axolotls were nestled behind some of the fake seaweed and hollow rocks having an afternoon siesta. They peaked out at you with their beady eyes as some of their faces took on a form of delighted surprise. These faces were that of what you’d imagine that cherubs would have when playing under the water. You were in awe and off into the whimsical aquatic world of your own. You didn't realize that your German best friend had left your side to handle some business.

‘Y/N really likes them so I’ll acquire some and they’ll want to be over at my place more often.’

“Excuse me, clerk. I’d like to buy four axolotls please.”

“Of course sir let me grab some from the case and they’ll be about thirty five Euros each.”

“No problem.” He gets out his wallet as the clerk and her coworker grab some of the small salamanders from one of the tanks. As he saw them gently place the aquatic angels into a portable aquarium. “We can deliver the full home aquarium for them by 9pm tonight. Thank you for your purchase.” A small smile forms on the stony Germans face. He was thinking about all the ways that you and him could bond over simple beings. He went back to where he left you and sure enough you were still there mesmerized by the scene before you.

“Y/N let's go home now so we can make dinner and you can become more acquainted with your new friends.” There was an abnormal hint of glee in his voice so you turned around to see why he was so excited. You eyes met with his blue ones then they wandered down to the rectangular miniature aquarium.

“You bought axolotls WHAT?!?!?!”

“I wanted us to have something we could bond over together.”

“Aw Ludwig.” You wander over and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Well I’m game if you are.”

Prussia

“Vhat are you doing? It's almost 3am and you're still up? Vile also has a presentation tomorrow that is worth 40% of your grade. Are you crazy? What are you giggling about late into the night?” The albino man that had bags under his eyes from being awoken from his REM sleep cycle due to a rapturous laughter that broke out in your room that was next to his whenever you stayed the night in his home. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and irritated. You didn’t answer him because you had on your noise canceling headphones and your eyes were glued to the screen that was on Youtube. It was playing one of the many videos you had fell into when you began to explore the axolotl rabbithole. The current video you were consuming was that of an axolotl jumping at the person holding the camera when they told a bad pun that it didn’t like a-lotl.

“Sup bro.” Was the only think you could think to say when you saw your sleep deprived Prussian friend. He shakes your chair violently because he can be an asshole at times. He cares about you but has a really strange way of showing it.

“Ahhhh Gilbert no!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his dumb attempt to dominate, scare, or show power over you or whatever.

“Y/N have you seen zhe time? You’re going to look like shit tomorrow if you don’t get any sleep. Not to mention you won’t give a compelling argument if you’re just mumbling your words.” Concerned but he needed to be pushy if he wanted you to listen.

“But they're so cute! I just need to watch one more and-”

“NEIN! IN DEIN BETT JETZT! SCHLAFEN JETZT!” You knew he was angry when he began to only use German. He cares about you as a good friend but thinks you don’t make the best decisions sometimes. He sees the frown manifest itself on your face and feels a pang of guilt in his gut. After a few moments of thinking he came up with a solution that would make you less irritated about having to go to bed and having to be an adult.

“If you get a B+ or higher I’ll get you some and help you raise some axolotls but ONLY if you hit the sheets now.”

Nothing in your life has ever gotten you into bed faster.

🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺

While he was scouring your house for more information about you he needed more cannon fodder to do so. He needed some dirt he could throw at you in order to stop you from winning the debates that were coming in the next couple of weeks. He wanted that newly vacated seat in the World Government and he didn’t want to let you have it because you were from a micronation that only had a miniscule amount of power that he held in one finger compared to your entire nation. Which was daunting but didn’t faze you in any capacity. You seemed infallible and he hated that.

He needed to find ways to tarnish your reputation quickly. He knew well enough that you possessed all the abilities that were required to become a head diplomat: agility, quick as a whip, compassionate, and you knew all the rules and regulations of the United Government (UG). Your track record of maintaining peace in trying times that could have led to war as one of the seven lead delegates to the prime minister in your nation made you the most qualified candidate with the most accolades to your name. Not to mention you were second in your class at an Ivy League school. Magna Cum Laude.

You were a thorn in his side. And he needed to get rid of you. You were the more popular delegare for the coveted position and you were luring in the tougher to reach demographics that Ivan had a great deal of trouble relating to. And he hates losing so he really wanted to rid the world of you. He continued to delicately rummage through your study until he opened one of your drawers that held your journal in it.

“Jackpot.” Overly excited he opened it right away without too much regard for being caught at that moment. To his surprise it wasn’t the information he was hoping for. The “journal” he stumbled upon was more like a scrapbook filled with numerous pictures of pale pink salamanders that was decorated with glitter, ribbons, and streamers.

“What the hell?” Confused and wondering what he stumbled upon. Regardless, he took the book with him and had his advisors devise a plan to use the book against you. Let’s just say a few weeks later he showed up at you house with 10 Aloxoltols trying to threaten you by sating that he was going to murder each and everyone of them in your face. When you opened the door to greet him he was surprised to be pummeled by you and all of your affectionate kisses on the cheek and forehead that you did to him. He was in essence a pile of snow that could only give you one word answers while you praised him for giving you your new companions.

“Ivan, I didn't know you could be this thoughtful.” You beamed sunshine at his soul. Making him unable to speak intelligible words. “I’ll become one with you or whatever.” Not really caring what that actually meant but you knew he said it a loud a lot at international meetings.

Needless to say you still became the new United Government delegate with a Russian boyfriend that was really docile when he was around you.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws america #headingalaxys writes stuff #hws #headingalaxys #yandere hetalia #hetalia fanfic writers #hetalia headcanons #hetalia fanfiction writers #aph russia #aph prussia #aph germany #axis powers ヘタリア #ヘタリア

[ringrandie]

Hi I’m quartz!

and I was just wondering how you guys met?

(@quartz-the-moth-cat)

Hello Quartz!

Me and Bill meeting was actually kinda out-of-the-blue.

In between my "loops" as I call them, I had maybe a few minutes in whatever realm the Axolotl lurks in (I never found out what it's called) before I got sent to my next life. In one of these breaks, I met Bill. He pretty much just came up to me and asked to make a deal.

At the time, I didn't know what the deal was or who he even was. But I had a feeling making a deal with him was a good idea. Turns out the deal he made with me was to break me out of the eternal recurrence. Not sure what was on his end of the deal was though, if there was anything.

There's also a comic on this if you'd like to check it out: https://www.tumblr.com/ringrandie/739929015042949120/sooooo-howd-you-get-out-of-your-loop?source=share

#flatsona #annulus #gravity falls #gravity falls oc #bill cipher #Randie #ask #answered #ask answered

[fantasykiri5]

hi i saw you mentioned your empires s1 au and I would love to hear about it like what happens in it? how does the profecy being fake work?

I started writing a brief synopsis but then the post fucking disappeared when I tabbed out to check my notes so I’m just gonna give you screenshots of my notes document but. I am so insane about this. (Also the frozen song mentioned is “Some Things Never Change” and the brain animatic I have for it is FAIRLY FLESHED OUT so I may make that at some point I’m not sure)

Additional points:

- the harvest festival is what I imagine taking place in my silly brain animatic, and is hosted my Pearl

- the thing about some egg and magic shit with Lizzie is mostly because I wanted to flesh out how I think the Ocean Empire would have continued in the future after Lizzie’s reign, had it lasted that long. It’s also because They Deserved To Start Their Weird Little Family Instead Of The World Ending, Damnit!

- the idea a had for how children and Lizzie’s succession work in the ocean empire is that there’s basically either one or a few hatcheries that have LOTS of eggs in them from pretty much the whole empire, and there are special guards for it and everything, but one of the reasons for that is because while Lizzie herself is blue because she’s a goddess/demigoddess, other blue Axolotl folk happen randomly, and have magical abilities other Axolotl and sea folk don’t have. (Kinda like fire scales or blood red eggs, or any of the Nightwing stuff from Wings of Fire, if that makes any sense. Like it just kinda happens randomly.) Eggs are cared for somewhat communally (with exceptions depending on the parents, but in general) and not payed super close attention as to whose are whose. When an egg is shown to hold a blue Axolotl (they’re clear, as they’re amphibian eggs and thus have no shells) the original parents are asked if they would rather keep the egg in the communal hatchery or keep it themselves, or surrender it to the queen to be the next heir. If left in the communal hatchery they’re raised communally like normal, if the eggs parents keep it they raise it, and if it’s surrendered to the queen she raises it.

-I honestly might change it a bit to where there’s a royal hatchery+orphanage thing for eggs belonging to guards, staff, and/or lizzie herself (and/or Jim if he were to live there), and abandoned eggs are put there and adopted by anyone mentioned above, and when one is blue Lizzie raises it. (This one would be a bit closer to the royal hatchery of the Seawings from Wings of Fire. I like that series.) I’m not sure about it though. Maybe it’ll just be Lizzie’s egg (though that would mean the AU would lie outside my t4t jizzie headcannon :( maybe she’d be intersex and it’s a species thing. Idk)

Anyways sorry-not-sorry for this long ass response. I’m very insane about this (especially because it allows me to worldbuild)

#kiri rambles #my writing #<- technically #no rapture AU #<- working title #esmp 1 #empires smp #lizzie ldshadowlady #I don’t really want to tag everybody else. I talk about lizzie the most here #I’m so insane about the ocean empire (and also mezalia and codlands but mostly ocean empire) #im so insane about it all the time. my brain is FULL #I’ve just been rotating this AU for like a year now I need to start writing #write later #<- because it applies

[catboymoments]

I have story arcs planned for my undertale TE fankids to go through that involve each one of them at the center and involve growing up and changing somehow…. I want to post them somewhere wether it be an animation, a comic series, a fangame or a fic? But it’s three chapters/arcs so far… I’m still working on Riki and Alice, but here are summaries!

FAMILIAL TIES is about Lucida wanting to prove herself as important as the rest of her family, so with his help she uses her magic and her extensive knowledge to pull her friend Dr. Gaster out of the void. She reunites him with his family, but at 24 hours he starts to deteriorate… his body isn’t stable enough outside of the void, and he slowly begins to dust. But he isn’t sad. He’s so proud of her, so so proud, and he’s so happy he got to see his family one more time before he finally rests in peace. Lucida experiences loss for the first time and grows as a person when she realizes that she’s already great- and not everyone can be saved no matter how hard you try.

THE BIG SHOW centers around Petyr. He’s been struggling with his identity as a musician and his relationship with his father; International Monster Superstar Mettaton Blook. His dad is hardly ever around, even though they were close when he was younger, which leaves him to think- “did I do something wrong?” He goes on a coming of age journey when he finally books his first real gig with his band, and as they travel he has his first experience with teenage rebellion, and when he performs, he opens up with a song about how he feels about his dad…. Only to find out that Mettaton was in the crowd the whole time. He’s upset, but more importantly, he realizes that in his quest to make Petyr proud of him, he’s left him behind. This sparks a conversation, a reconciliation, and most importantly brings an end to the hurt between them. Petyr realizes that love has no distance and Mettaton makes a commitment to spend less time on tour- and more time with his family.

STARS AND NIGHT showcases Nephy. The Axolotl has always been wrapped up in their own world, their only friends being their cousins, and is fond of creating stories of fantasy/going hiking where they can escape. One day, they discover an ancient monster relic in the woods- a knife engraved with a prophecy of a dark world, fountains, and most importantly, a quest. They set it aside in their room for later. The next day at school they share their latest original story for their writing class, theatrics and acting included, only to be told to tone it down a notch. This hurts. That night at their weekly dnd session with Lucida and Petyr (as well as frisk, Chara, Alice and Riki who are visiting with alphas and undyne downstairs,) they express that they’ve gotten tired of the world that doesn’t understand them- and they stab the knife on the table, opening a Dark World. This leads everyone in the house on a deltarune-style adventure to seal the fountain, and Nephy is faced with a moral dilemma. They can either choose to run away and hide within their stories… or accept change, grow, and be brave. they learn that hiding in fantasy from one’s problems isn’t the answer, and while they still enjoy their creativity, they decide to step out, make new friends, and experience the world they live in.

#true ending #lore