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Summary: While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

Pairing: TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader

Word Count: 3.5

Warnings: some talks of smutty times, but overall this is just fluff [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship, talks of soulmates, references to my other stories

"I really don't get why you're in here bugging me for something to do, Y/N," Agent Mobius chuckled, shaking his head as he thumbed through another folder's worth of records that he hadn't told you quite yet what they were for. "No high-level variant threats have been reported, timelines are--well, they're relatively stable. Things are quiet for a change. I say enjoy it while it lasts and go on a vacation or something with Laufeyson. Just don't--"

"Don't cause any Nexus events, yes yes, Mobius, we know." A smile broke out on your face at the sound of Loki's voice cutting off the TVA Agent, your cheeks nearly aching from your grin widening when he walked up behind you and long arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. "Thing is we already have partaken in quite a handful of adventures across the timelines, indulging ourselves in the…numerous pleasures and luxuries that they have to offer."

One look at how you were reddening with the implications of your boyfriend's words had your fellow Agent scrunching up his face in feigned appalment. "Time and place, you two, jeez."

You and Loki shared a confused look when an analyst from another table yelled "And you did it at my birthday dinner!" and rendered Mobius into a cackling heap, laughing into his sleeve to muffle the sound.

"Anyway…" you spoke up, making the grey-haired agent look back up at you. "Are you sure there isn't anything we can help with? Doesn't even have to be high-level, I'll literally take up a timeline reset caused by a woman at a grocery store grabbing a can of peaches instead of a can of mangoes, I'm getting antsy here."

"Alright alright fine," he sighed, motioning toward you and the god behind you. "It's something of a moonshot but we've been trying to find proof of the existence of soulmates throughout the timelines, so we need concrete cases that no matter the circumstance, no matter the obstructions between two souls, they always find each other and they always end up together."

"You mean like in that TV show where they've got fairytale characters in like Maine or something and there's this couple that constantly goes--"

"I'll find you, I will always find you," you and Mobius said at once, causing you both to break out into laughter.

"Exactly like that," he confirmed when he calmed down some. "Preferably without the cheesy catchphrase because in case you do find one I would actually prefer to not include in my report that all soulmates have some line they tell each other that's so cheesy it's pungent."

"Right so…soulmates, no cheesy lines, across the timelines. Got it." You gave him a little salute before you went off to the shelves, holding Loki's hand as he followed a few steps behind you.

"Darling we have been scouring through files for hours. Perhaps it's time to report back to Mobius. Tell him that every pair we've found so far have broken the pattern at some iteration down the line. The most we've come across is a pair that were together for five iterations of their lives before the sixth showed they never even met in that lifetime."

Your shoulders slumped over when you placed your latest folder on your pile, of failed attempts, just about  half the size of Loki's own little mountain of case files. Maybe he was right; every possible lead you'd found all ended up a dud, and that alone would be proof enough that this was all a wild goose chase of an assignment for Mobius.

Then again, he did call it a moonshot, so the realization didn't smart too much.

The frustration you felt began to melt away the moment Loki's hands touched your shoulders, leaning into him when he started working at the knots that he found with expert precision. "Okay, you're right," you sighed. "Let's go tell Cubey his moonshot's a single needle in a city of haystacks."

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, using his seiðr to stack the case files into neat stacks arranged by file number. "Thank the Norns that ridiculous magic dampener fractured some when the timelines diverged," he mumbled, chuckling into your hair. "Now how about I bring us to a nice hot spring and we could simply…enjoy one another's company?" You let out a giggle when his hands traveled down your sides, lightly grasping your waist and pulling you against him.

If only you could have silenced the little voice in your head when you were just seconds away from him whisking you off to Jökulsárlón or Hakone, clad in a dark emerald bikini that your lover would peel off of you as he made good on his promise for you both to enjoy each other's company.

"I can nearly hear the thoughts forming in your mind, darling," he cooed, pressing his lips to the back of your neck, chuckling against your skin when you wordlessly confirmed what he'd said by slumping over again. "What is it?"

"Just one last try?" You wouldn't ever let yourself live it down if you'd gone down this road and not looked at this particular set of files.

He let out a sigh, his slightly cool breath tickling your skin before pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head. "One last attempt. And if we reach another dead end--"

"You can whisk me away to any destination of your choice and have your wicked way with me," you finished for him, letting out a little yelp when he brought his lips to the spot between your neck and shoulder, playfully nipping at the skin.

"What a deliciously reckless promise, my love," he teased, smirking against your neck when he proceeded to lightly suck at the sensitive skin and you had to bite your lip to muffle the whimper that slipped through your lips. "I look forward to collecting on it in a short while."

He rested his chin on your shoulder, still holding you close when you called out for a bit of assistance on your final hunch. "Minutes?"

Your eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden brightness when the orange hologram appeared on the desk in front of you. "Well hello there, lovebirds. What can I do for y'all?" she asked with a small wave of her cartoonish stick arm.

"Could you pull up our files?"

"Well sure I can, Y/N! How much of your files are we talking here?"

You shared a look with Loki before you answered, "All of them?"

"Before I hand 'em over, I think it's best y'all know from the get go that you're about to deal with thousands of files. It'll take a whole lotta time before you can sort 'em all out," she cautioned you both, already giving you a digital visual of how many files she'd already begun to pull up.

"Minutes, as I've come to understand it, we variants apparently have all the time in the world," you countered, shrugging your free shoulder and giving the living hologram a little smile. "We can take it."

"Alright well suit yourself," she comically shrugged both her hands before making the files that were already on the table disperse and go back to their original locations throughout the library shelves before stacks upon stacks of folders materialized in their place. All of them sectioned off into two sides. "Have at it, y'all."

You picked up the first folder from the stack closest to you, your brows knitting together already once you read the name on the file. "Minutes, I don't think this is mine, it says Eve but that's not--"

"Your name?" she finished for you. "Darlin', Y/N is your name in this lifetime--Well, the lifetime you came from before your Nexus event, you get what I mean. The file you're holding is from another lifetime, heck, might even be from another timeline. But one look at that file and you'll see that that's you. All of these are you. Doesn't matter if you're goin' by a different name, the soul remains the same."

The air left your lungs when you opened the folder to find a picture of you with pale skin and matted ivory hair on the front of the file. Only thing was that this version of you wasn't quite human in her lifetime. In fact centuries of it were spent as a vampire.

A few moments later she spoke up again. "Well then that's my cue. Happy sortin', y'all!" And then she disappeared. Leaving you and Loki alone with your couple thousand files each to rifle through.

Had you been there on a different objective, you would have spent a bit more time thumbing through the pages that detailed the life of this version of you, rubbing elbows with numerous prominent figures throughout history and having her fair share of trysts with a handful of them. But your only focus was her most prominent affair. Her great love.

When you reached that page, you felt yourself go breathless once again looking at the picture that stared back at you. "Loki," you breathed out, holding out the file to him so he could see for himself. The god's eyes widened at the photo in front of him. The ebony hair may be matted and the skin somehow even paler than his usual complexion, but there was no denying it. This Eve's companion throughout her years, this Adam, was another lifetime's iteration of Loki.

He began to rifle through his own stacks of folders, finding the one that had the same variant number and interlocked his and your folders together, starting a new stack at the center of the desk. "If you're right, and this yields the moonshot result that Mobius has been searching for, you can pick the destination and have your wicked way with me."

"Why Mischief, how reckless of you," you said coyly, batting your eyelashes at him. "What if I wanna tie you up?"

"It's endearing that you believe you could, my darling." He lightly poked your side, quickly pulling you into his arms the second you started wriggling and giggling in his direction. "But if that is truly what you want then I can promise not to break out for an hour."

"Two," you countered.

"Ninety minutes."

"Deal."

"Now if I'm right and this leads to another dead end, I whisk you away to any destination of my choosing for a fortnight, no tempads, no missions, and not a stitch of clothing on this glorious form of yours." His lips skimmed the side of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you let out a squeal at his finger deftly undoing the top button of your shirt. "Do we have a deal, my love?"

"Okay okay," you relented, turning your head to steal a quick kiss before bring your attention back to the folders you were about to sort through. Before you could pull away, his free hand went up to the back of your head and deepened the kiss.

"What if I told you I've been plagued with visions of stripping you bare and laying you out on the desk before me? That I'd been thinking of enjoying every delectable inch of you as if you were my own personal dessert board?" You let out a gasp at the lustful image his words had conjured in your mind, allowing him to easily lick into your mouth and turn you into putty in his arms the moment your tongues met.

"I'd say I'm not surprised," you breathed out when he pulled away, placing your hand over his before he could undo a third button from your shirt. "But the faster we get this done, the faster oneof us will be at the other's mercy and maybe you can even bring that desk fantasy of yours to life." You pressed another quick peck to his lips before managing to wriggle your way out of his embrace, jutting your chin at his side of the desk. "Pick a file, Mischief."

The next file had you and him initially on opposite sides of the Battle of New York, your story starting in Stuttgart when he had clones force you down on your knees and the injuries from that encounter permanently damaging you. A handful of times throughout the day of the actual battle, he went out of his way to save your life, ensuring your safety from a fatal fall and even the Hulk; the document even had a mention of him asking Thor of what came of you after he was apprehended because you weren't among the Avengers that saw him off to Asgard, only to find out the true extent of your injuries. Then he found himself back on Earth to serve his sentence and falling in love with you, using his magic to undo the physical damage that he dealt you. And then you two went on your own adventure to have 'do-overs' in places that held bitter memories for him, from Stuttgart to Asgard and even the balcony in Stark Tower.

Another file saw Loki as an English baronet named Thomas Sharpe, and you as his final wife and a sort of partner in crime. Initially you teamed up to play a dangerous game of sneaking around his ancestral home to gather and send out evidence that would put his incestuous and murderous sister Lucille behind bars, and somewhere along the way you two had genuinely fallen in love with one another.

You then found a good handful of scenarios where you both lived in the Avengers Compound, having a bad case of mutual pining and both of you being too hesitant and overcome with doubt that neither of you made a move until the situation practically forced you to confess. One even involved you photographing him for an Avengers calendar where he stripped for you during his session.

"Yeah, this definitely sounds like you," you joked when you showed him one of the pictures from the photoshoot in question where he laid on his side on a white bed wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. When you opened the next file, you let out a whiny groan out of sheer frustration and disappointment.

"Darling, that is a sound I only wish to hear when I elicit it from you. What's wrong?"

"Might as well just lie down on the table right now because there's no way this isn't a dead end." You waved the file in your hand in the air.

"Much as I would thoroughly enjoy claiming this particular prize, perhaps we need not be so hasty, my love. Tell me what would be such a hindrance that you'd be ready to give up your theory--"

"Place of Birth: Asgard," you read out, cutting him off. "Born to Lady Sif of the Warriors Four--"

"Alright well Sif would surely have some choice words with me if I courted you but--"

"And the Crown Prince Thor, God of Thunder." You gave him a look as if to say "This is why", the realization dawning on him as well that yes, this would be the dead end that would grant him his victory. And yet for some reason, you decided to keep on turning the pages. "Gotta be honest, though, I thought that what would break our streak is if we never met in these--Oh what in the Game of Thrones Targaryen nonsense is this??"

"What is it?"

"The streak isn't broken yet," you croaked out, the disbelief entering his eyes as he frantically started searching for his corresponding variant file. "We were married for two and a half thousand years."

"I surrendered my claim to the throne of Asgard for you," he declared in astonishment. "We have children in this timeline." His voice began to hitch at the end, making you immediately close the distance between you to lace your fingers together.

"Looks like even something as monumental as being your brother's daughter couldn't stop us," you noted with a little smile, breaking out into a full grin when your comment made Loki exhaled in a rather loud chuckle that traveled across the library. You took your two folders and interlocked them, adding to the pile in the center. "Let's keep going."

It was several hours later that you two had finally found your way back to the desk that Mobius occupied, the more tenured agent pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing at the inner corners of his eyes in clear frustration.

"You still got nothing, Cubey?"

"One of these days I'm gonna find a name for you that's just as annoying, Y/L/N, just you wait," he groaned, his posture visibly slumping when he saw the interlocked stacks of folders that you were carting around. "What in the name of the Alioth is that?"

"We found one," you proudly stated. "Proof that soulmates exist and…only some of them have a catchphrase."

"That's just one?!" he boomed, immediately getting shh'd by a more elderly analyst a few tables behind him to which you and Loki shh'd her right back without missing a beat. You nodded your answer to Mobius. "So what's the catchphrase?"

"I was made to be yours," you began, letting go of the cart to hold your hand out to Loki.

"And I yours," he finished, lacing your fingers together before draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

"Wait a damn minute," Mobius said suspiciously, pointing a finger between the two of you. "Are you two trying to tell me that the first and so far only case of soulmates we have on record is--"

"Us," you finished for him, nudging the cart in his direction with your foot. "Every single lifetime on every single timeline accounted for."

"What about your own?" he questioned. "You both mentioned that you'd never met your timeline's version of each other prior to your Nexus events."

"Well see that's the thing. These files only cover everything prior to a variant's Nexus event, or what the events were in their own respective sacred timelines. We met each other after our Nexus events. So maybe our souls never found each other in the lives that we left behind because…we were meant to find each other here."

"Huh…" he mused, looking carefully at the two of you. "Could be. Nice catch, you two. I knew I made a good call giving you a partner, Loki."

"My darling mortal is quite brilliant," your lover beamed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude for our introduction."

"Well, you really don't have to but if you feel so compelled, I'm willing to take a jet ski and a vacation to Miami if you two can swing it."

"We'll call you if anything serious pops up, just keep your tempad charged," you shot back, extending your free hand toward him to shake. "But really, Cubey. Thank you. For introducing us. For vouching for me and making sure that I didn't get pruned during my trial with Rennslayer--"

"Otherwise you might have crossed paths with that one-handed variant in the Void and who knows what nefarious and depraved intentions he would have had with you," Loki interjected, resting his head on yours.

"You have a Captain Hook variant?"

"Nah it was a president," Mobius answered with a wave of his hand. "Got his hand bit off by an alligator."

"So…a Captain Hook variant."

"Yeah, you know what you're right. Loki has a Captain Hook variant. You'll meet him soon enough when you get sent on a mission to the Void. Loads of highly dangerous variants usually find themselves there when they try to escape processing."

"If he even dares touch you I'll divest him of his remaining hand," Loki grumbled, once again pressing his lips to your temple. "That heathen can find his own variant of you. You're mine."

"All yours," you beamed, bringing your joint hands to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. "And speaking of…we're off for a few weeks, Cubey. We have a date to get to."

"Please don't get arrested for indecent exposure. Or public fornication," the senior agent groaned. "That's a timeline I'll need therapy for if I have to be the sorry ass to reset it."

Neither of you responded other than a little wave and a thumbs up in his direction as you walked away, the god giving you a dimpled smirk as you two made your way to your shared apartment.

"Where shall we head to first, little mortal? A hot spring? Or perhaps a nice scenic tundra? Or perhaps a cherry blossom forest? I can already picture your beauty with the backdrop of the falling petals…"

He stopped listing options when he saw you shaking your head, mirroring his smirk with one of your own. "Bedroom first. And give me your tie. You owe me ninety minutes."

A/N: I'm so glad to finally get this out for y'all to see! This was originally supposed to up weeks ago for something but some of my own revelations were made (translation: I got bitch slapped in the face by reality) which led to the postponing of this story. Anyways, I hope y'all liked it even if it is kinda cringe and silly. I'm always gonna be cringe and silly, so manage expectations accordingly. 🥴🫡

Also if you got all the references within the files (except the OLLA one that's a freebie) I officially love you. 💖💛

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Rise Characterizations Pt. 5!!!!!

Okay I promised I'd share my Splinter reference notes, so here I am! Also wanna take a moment to thank everyone reblogging the prev. parts. All the tags/notes are so sweet!!! Anyway, here's our one and only Rat Man,

Splinter Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrase: "HOOOOOT SOUP!!!"

Will yell "whoa/oh nelly!" when in a tight spot or stumbling around

Makes puns/dad jokes, and laughs at said jokes to himself

A poor liar, will skirt around the truth until you drop it

Penchant for interrupting people if he's not interested, devout user of "yada, yada", "ah, bup, bup, bup"

Verbalizes his attacks/moves, something his sons pick up on. Could be a habit picked up from his action star days, such moves include: lights off jitsu, and slow motion jitsu

Uses 2010's slang, (i.e. "totes", "chillaxed"), could see him incorrectly using up to date slang to embarrass his boys

In a group refers to his sons as "boys"

One by one will refer to his sons by their designated colors, but will pull out the full name (not nickname) if the situation is serious

Also refers to Donnie as "the funny one"

Personality:

A performer, well he is an actor after all. He knows how to captivate an audience. Splinter likes attention--something that may be connected to his strict childhood with high expectations--but he also performs for his boys. To keep them happy, but most importantly safe. This also means he keeps his true emotions tucked closely to his chest

Jovial. Despite his dark past and heavy responsibility thrust upon him at a young age, Splinter is always laughing. He finds the fun in everything

Secretive. As mentioned before, Splinter tends to keep things close to his chest. Despite this, he's a terrible liar. He'll just avoid the truth until it comes back to bite him in the ass. This makes him sometimes a little emotionally unavailable

Lazy. He always finds the easiest way to do something, and procrastinate on his responsibilities as long as possible

Vain. He's glory seeking for all the proper attention he lost in his youth. So the Lou Jitsu aspect of his life boosted his ego in irreparable ways. He also uses the identity of Lou Jitsu to escape from the idea of being stuck as a rat. Glorifying the past is way to find comfort for him

Adrenaline junkie. Part of that glory-seeking and glorification of the past manifests into him needing adrenaline to feel alive. (i.e. when he steals the tank)

Attentive and empathetic. He can be a little hare-brained when it comes to remembering the details, but he's always very attentive to his sons needs. In flashbacks he's shown to supply them with items needed for their interests (i.e. little Mikey gets art supplies), and always apologizes when he messes up (i.e. the conversation he had with Donnie). This empathy also extends to other people and animals, as he was sympathetic with Cassandra when she was lamenting about the foot clan and was immediately worried about the turtles Draxum had in his lab

Protective. He would sacrifice everything to save his sons, and he does

Miscellaneous:

His tail is Very expressive, and one of the most active parts of his body, so if you want to subtley show emotion I'd focus on that

Has a Lou Jitsu body pillow

Remembers all his stunt double's names

Snores loudly

Talented singer, can sing opera and lived next to a karaoke bar in Japan

The show he watches the most is called "Soapy Treadmill", a Japanese game show where they throw things like scorpions at people who are soapy on treadmills

Has a "do not touch!" cabinet, full of trophies, mystic artifacts, and mementos of his past

I have a List of all the mentioned Lou Jitsu movie names mentioned in S1, but I'm probably gonna wait till the end of my S2 rewatch and post it separately (it's also long too). Will link here!

I'm also gonna add a recommendation here at the end.

This is for the white and non East Asian folks. I'm not as well-versed in East Asian or Japanese culture, but Splinter is a first generation immigrant! He keeps a distance from his heritage because of the trauma of his youth, and the role Lou Jitsu probably also forced him to westernize his identity to make it more palpable to Hollywood. But it would be a disservice to sever parts of his identity, because one is uncomfortable or not knowledgeable in writing it.

For my white folks intimidated by writing a person of color because they want to get it right, research always helps. Research helps with everything!!! writingwithcolor here on tumblr actually has a lot of useful resources, here's their guideline, and a research chart one of their moderators created, which I personally found to be very helpful. I believe their ask box is closed right now, but if you ask questions in the future be nice!!!!

Anyway I'm gonna do April next :)

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MARCH FOR RAPH DAYS TEN, ELEVEN AND TWELVE !!!!

Completely copied and pasted from my notes so you guys can have some cringe ramblings :>

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SO… WE ALL REMEMBER MARCH FOR RAPH…

And I sort of got grounded…ish..

So instead of actually doing the prompts like we’d normally do- (drawing, writing, etc.) -we will rant about the topic instead because depression sucks but I still really want to do this !!! :>

I will be letting my mind wander so I will probably get off topic but I try my best.

Also some of these might become actual fanfics (???)

And it will all be posted within the same five minutes because why not.

DAY 10. Bowling with Casey

I did start drawing this one and it was gonna b a bunch of Raph and Cassandra doodles bc I had done Casey jr. for day six but generally they would be SO chaotic.

I totally see Raph having to explain what bowling even is to Cass at first (bc yk I don’t see her knowing much bc of being in the foot clan that is literally just a cult with ninja skills- I do see her knowing hockey tho from her childhood bc I don’t think she was born into the cult but just been in it from a super young age like six or something? yk what I mean??) but once she gets it she will absolutely demolish!!!

Like as in the bowling ball won’t even touch the floor because she throws it just perfectly.

When I think of Raph bowling I instantly think of him using baby rails and it TAKES ME. But I do think he would be decent at it, not the best in the family but also not the worst. (no baby rails required)

They would be super loud the whole time though, like, 100% would be kicked out b4 they finish the game so every turn matters bc they go off whatever score they had before getting kicked out.

They would yell a bunch of catchphrases and trash talk basically but Cass probably would curse very loudly out of habit and that’s like, the main reason for them getting kicked out.

Raph wouldn’t mind the getting kicked out part (cause I totally see them doing this on the regular so he’s used to it) but the cursing will be only a slight annoyance. (Just cause of how LOUD Cass would be not anything against the girl honestly he just gets embarrassed)

I see Raph using curse words but ONLY when he’s alone with Cass just cause it feels normal with her but even then it’s still a rarity.

They would totally travel from place to place after getting kicked out though, then tally the points from every place and loser hosts the next outing.

DAY 11. Favorite novel

In cannon his favorite novel is obviously Jupiter Jim or something but I’ve seen so many people saying Percy Jackson and I find that hilarious.

I never read much Percy Jackson (my brother is trying very hard to get me to and I probably will… soon enough-) I did read the first book, the sun and the star, saw some of the movie aaaaand I think like two episodes of the new series ???

But as we know the guys LOVE sci-fi so the whole gist of Percy Jackson isn’t too far off from Raph’s liking me thinks.

But personally I think Raph would ADORE the Wings of Fire series (if we’re gonna get all projecting here, as per usual /pos)

Like think about it !!! Cool mystical creatures, mystery, cool diverse magic AND THE LORE ?!?!?! Also the fact that’s theirs like sixteen books (???) not Including the many spin-offs and side stories- (I have no idea what the average number is for a large series so that’s a lot for me :^) oh! And the graphic novels!!

He would so relate to Clay and think his fireproof scales are so cool. I see so many similarities. He would match his brothers with the MC’s (Mikey with Sunny, Donnie with Starflight, Leo with Tsunami) ((I am so not saying this bc I’ve done it myself-)) GOSH HE WOULD TOTALLY MAKE FAN FICTION AND HAVE LITTLE NOTEBOOKS DEDICATED TO HIS HEADCANNONS AAAAAAAAAAHHH !!!1!!1!1!!!111!

In conclusion he would be a huge geek about it all (he would rope Mikey in bc YALL-) and Mikey would make them cool cardboard wings. The end :]

DAY 12. Stir Crazy

I realllllllllyyyyyyy wanted to draw this one with Mikey and Raph in the kitchen but alas.. 😔

But yes Raph can coooook!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Not actually though. What I see in my very good vision is Raph helping Mikey out in the kitchen. Specifically, stirring.

I’d think that after the invasion Raphs motor skills in general would need improvement. This is not based on anything actually scientific I just have a ✨feeling✨ that after his whole kraang-ified ordeal he would have trouble with knowing he was in control (as most have headcannoned yes, but I like to think of mine as slightly different :p) his arm and eye and insert other places he was kraang-ified that I don’t remember here, would be significantly impacted from this worse than his not kraang infected side.

Like he would have a lazy eye, his arm would twitch/spasm and/or that whole side of his body would get pins and needles or just go numb at times.

But even then it would take a long and I mean LONG time for him to even get to that point. Before that it’s going to be even worse, like, being temporarily paralyzed and/or he would have to learn how to move that side of his body all over again.

This gives us Leo and Raph learning to move again bonding, your welcome.

But I’m not that evil to actually make him forever paralyzed, even if it was just the arm. (I’m too much of a wuss 😔)

The other side of his body would also take time to move again but that’s like a few hours compared to the months of work Raphs gonna have to put into his other side.

I don’t care that he bounces back immediately in the movie that is going to be labeled adrenaline. Also that one scene where Mikey and Donnie get thrown and Leo’s all like “go for them!! 🥺” and Raph falls on his side for a second and his arm is limp before running to them.

That split second scene is basically the whole reason why this headcannon exists.

BUT BACK TO THE PROMPT !!! :D

During healing Raph would do motor skill practice with Mikey aka baking cause Raph loves to lick the batter of the spoon when their done and stirring helps his arm. He would also flip pancakes maybe but I don’t see him doing anything like measurements cause it’s Mikey’s whole thing to cook but he helps keep the place clean :]

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Anywizle, my apologies for missing a few days and coming back with a messy rant- but it was fun so who cares!

So buh-bye! Have a good night and/or day! It may be possibly impossible but possibly I will see you tomorrow!

:>

#march for raph #rottmnt raph #raph tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt the movie #rottmnt april #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #writers on tumblr #writing #ramblings #ranting #rant post

[spiderh0rse]

freeman's mind notes part 12, e56-60

e56

"ngyah."

believes Murphy's law is out to get him

ROCKET LAUNCHER POG

willing to drink reactor coolant water. Tbh it is clean.

silly Freeman. These aren't Shock Troopers

thinks honor in fights is a useless or detrimental thing.

dodges barnacle meat

more guns, less madness

so upset he's right about everything. Wishes his conclusion about the reactor melting down was incorrect

thinks he's the only person with enough urgency in the situation

screams at the possible murderer guard

oh I know where we are :>

out of 9mm ammo!

"YOU WEREN'T THERE AND NOW YOU'RE REAL. THIS IS INNSBRUCK ALL OVER AGAIN." now what does This imply? ghosts? more drugs than usual?

his hallucinations shoot back at him, he claims

e57

keeps worrying about the building collapsing on him

MORPHINE

immediately gets it in him. uh. where?? Did he inject that?

underwater mumbling :)

talks about the morphine as him needing that. well I'm sure he's in a lot of pain

"it's flooded! I'm a hero!"

running panicking yelling

hit by the electricity and just kind of flinches and yells

hasn't felt this good since he thought he was going to leave Black Mesa

he generally just seems a lot calmer and less inclined to putting together complex thought right now

repeating himself a tad

worried about an overdose if he takes more morphine

talks to a crate

more morphine anyways.

HEV SUIT VOICE HEV MY LOVE

gman sighting :D

ceases to be drowsy upon getting shot at

"we've got enough monsters for at least nine weeks"

"I was meant to turn this"

buttons! :D taps a ton of buttons

considers cold fusion a bad joke

thinks the portals are trying to read his mind

thinks the metric for not taking too much morphine is He's Still Walking

sir why are you asking some guy if he's an oracle

favourite dirty harry movie is the one where he kills some giant tentacle monster

wants to skip down the hallway

got a BEE in his Mouth

upset that alien blood made the hallway all dirty. He wanted to roll around in it before, when it was clean. Not now.

"bah >:("

now convinced the teleporters are holograms

thinks he's impressed by the hellportalroom because he's high

hes going to test his theory like a true scientist (on drugs)

plays with the portal output and walks into the portal input and cuts out immediately

e58

new intro, residue processing outside segment

thinks he just lost memory and that explains why he's suddenly somewhere else

BARELY avoids getting impaled on some falling metal

knows Mr. T's catchphrase :)

"I'm *Gordon. I can do both your jobs."

Eddie can't do makeup for shit. This does mean he's let Eddie do stuff to him, or watched, at least

thinks sugar is functionally the same as food

does not drink the soda.

can't decide if he'd rather have food or more bullets but doesn't want to eat headcrab rn

points his rocket launcher at a guard

hates when he's made to kill his target and him both

fully thinks there's not going to be any survivors of Black Mesa. Presumably including himself

cheers at explosions :3

thinks surprises where people end up dead are the biggest ones.

thanks a corpse for giving him more bullets

can't be sure if HECU talking are just voices in his head or real

has only now noticed he's outside

"ahhhhh. Ah."

loses track of what he's doing in the middle of doing it. Stands there for a moment.

correctly predicts the black ops actions

wishes he had a walkie talkie to decoy soldiers towards his voice

he has the power of chemistry (being very drugged) on his side

burning alien smells better than he thought it would

spacing out CONSTANTLY

return of the door opening ghost!

clickyclickclickclick

no longer trusts the ghost

a ghost mildly harassing him, giving bad advice, is something he's not as prepared for as people attacking him

thinks he can lift a giant concrete slab

e59

can't lift the concrete

wishes the HEV suit had pneumatic jacks

sneezes!

doesn't want a dying man to touch him

the weird yowling is back

doesn't like performing dance of the Geiger counter

delighted to see a soldier getting eaten by a barnacle

doesn't like that zombies are getting smart

flash of green?

thought he heard someone green.

aware he has head trauma. Thinks he may have synesthesia

if he thought he could pull it off he'd put a zombie in his HEV and let the military kill it

Slur count: Seven.

he's seeing the stupidest soldiers, he thinks

wants to publish a research paper about musics effects on soldiers in active warzones

sounds a bit more lucid right now I think?

has never seen anyone in Black Mesa die from carbon monoxide poisoning. This is not true of every job he's held.

kills space rancher's alien pets :(

loud elevator music...

didn't get to see how his unethical experiments on his coworkers went because of the rescas

lets a guy live because he cowers appropriately

green flash two...

does try to rescue a half headcrabbed guy

he's aware he's going to remember certain worse parts of these days more than others

chuggachuggachuggachuggachuggachugga

suddenly loud and violent

"no, this isn't working! let's do it some more!"

giant aliens are determined to fuck him any way they can he says

goes to his death kicking and screaming. green flash three.

e60

gets back and immediately shoots a single scientist. Conveniently the same guy Martinis kills on accident

thinks he's been summoned like a demon

referring to himself as The Freeman again

TELEPORTATION POG

he is dizzy from awful rotating teleporter room

wonders how the teleporter works. Thinks he may be making clones of himself and dying on loop whenever he enters the portal

"making sacrifices for the greater Gordon"

pronounces calliope as an american would

doesn't feel any air displacement with the teleporter. That's. Actually really interesting

oh hey that was gmans miniature sun

didn't notice the numbering on the portals

food still on the mind

wonders about the redundancy of teleporter testing bullshit

yells as he falls a great distance. Clocks that momentum isn't preserved when going through portals. that's so cool.

unimpressed at vortigaunt teleportation now that he can also teleport

episode cuts off as he enters a portal

#freeman's mind #gordon freemind #mindverse #rmanotes #this has the morphine episode btw #he's so interesting in that one if i may note things after the fact #he genuinely seems just. calm. he's been incredibly stressed all series and this is basically the first time since before the rescas #that he HASN'T seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown (even the rocket launcher only did so much for a couple minutes) #get this man out of black mesa and in front of a documentary i swear #he needs somewhere with nothing important or dangerous going on so badly #please.

[beaningeneraldenial]

Clown is angry.

He has every right to be; for about a week now, he's been trying to track down the guy who shot him in the head with little to no success. A few rumors here, a few rumors there. People around have been calling him 'Hot Guy', because apparently that's his only catchphrase.

Oh, yeah. The man is trying to play hero. In Lifesteal, there are no heroes. You're either a villain or a peasant trying to stay alive a day longer and now that stranger is trying to cause issues for everyone.

'Everyone' being the people in the heart trading business. That includes Clown as well but he only wants revenge -though a free target for hearts would be nice too.

"There is this avian who has been spotted with him", Branzy comments off-handedly from the bed, where he is tinkering with some cogs and wires and some other bits that Clown couldn't hope to name. "He's called 'Cute Guy', god knows why. They're a hero duo now"

Clown lets his forehead bang against the desk, right next to Branzy's elaborate redstone blueprints and his own neat row of knives.

Some shuffling comes from the bed, followed by footsteps and the badly hidden chuckles of his partner in crime. Leave it to Branzy to console someone through their sulking.

"There, there, Clown" -he pats his back- "You're the deadliest assassin in all of Lifesteal. Even if they're stab-proof, they aren't trap-proof"

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The following week is a whole lot of diggin'. Well, it's more like Clown watching Branzy run around the old funhouse design in the bottom of his casino, connecting and disconnecting wires and repairing the damages Vitalasy and Cube caused the last time they were down there. This lucrative endeavor of an establishment has been closed for that period of time, so that the new 'content' won't be leaked.

All he does is wriggle his fingers together as he sees the plan slowly but surely take shap and sharpen his scythe until the blade can slice the thinnest, most see-through slice of a tomato.

"How- It's that sharp?", Branzy is bewildered at the sight of the perfectly skinned tomato on the bar counter. Clown grins. "You know what, I won't even ask how you managed to do that"

"It was a lot of hard work, sweat and tears of the innocent"

"Tears of the innocent"

"I had to test the sharpness somehow"

Branzy stares for a second, then shakes his head, gives him a pointed look, silently communicating 'The less I know, the less I can confess in court' and walks back to the pit.

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Hot Guy and Cute Guy are a lot easier to lure than anticipated. Upon opening night, Clown spots the two bantering with some guests near the blackjack tables from the overhead, 'Staff Only' balcony. He gently nudges Branzy's side and watches as the man walks down the stairs to go collect them.

As he does that, Clown grabs his scythe and descends to the bottom of the funhouse pit.

The swirling red, purple and black colours are familiar and comforting. He stands right in the middle of the floor, listening intently on the laughter and joyful screaming coming from the funhouse rooms that are meters above.

Soon, the first target is falling through the ceiling. It's Hot Guy, the wingless of the duo and the sickening crunch that follows his fall is music to Clown's ears. He doesn't pounce yet, wanting to kill two birds with one stone.

Cute Guy is close to the other's timing. Though winged, the avian can't do much more than flap his parrot wings fruitlessly and collide with the wall and then slide to the ground in cartoon fashion.

"Welcome to the Funhouse!", Clown calls out, dashing to Hot Guy and swinging his scythe. The man yells and shouts apologies at him to stop but the blade has already been set into motion.

The other hero has managed to stand on shaky legs by the time he's done with the now-corpse that is already sizzling away, one heart down and Clown one heart up. Back to twenty.

"Hey, we can talk about this, fella!"

Clown doesn't think that they can talk about this. Silent as always, he stalks towards his pray. Branzy whistles above, probably looking at the bloody mess that is the pit he worked so hard on.

And Cute Guy pulls a gun out of nowhere. A pink gun with a heart on either side to match his equally pink outfit. The warning shot misses Clown's ear by a hair. It's a power play, he undesrtands that but now that he has an audience to appease, he has to play into the theatrics as well.

"Next time, I won't miss!", his voice dances. There is a light tremble to it; barely there but Clown's senses are enhanced and he picks up on it without issue.

Then he slices clean through the muzzle of the gun with his scythe. The hero is absolutely shell-shocked, shrieking and Clown laughs as he mocks him.

"Next time, I won't miss!", he follows through with his words. The guy's heart doesn't add to his count but it instead floats right above the hero's corpse. It's a deep purple with a swirling darkness inside it; Clown has never seen anything like it.

At the end of it, all that's left is the blood, the adrenaline and the slow, impressed clapping coming from Branzy.

Revenge had been served.

#fanfic #mcyt #hermitcraft #lifesteal smp #lifestealau #clownpierce #grian #branzypierce #clownzy #branzycraft #goodtimeswithscar #scar as hotguy #hotguy and cuteguy #grian as cuteguy #revenge is a dish best served cold #I definitely considered adding a 'break a leg!' joke here but I didn't #ask me #do ask me things #clown gets his heart back #we have funhouse lore now #hermitcraftblr #hermitcraft season 9 #lifestealblr

[archivallyfound09]

You Told Me Not To Think! pt. 1

Hi all- new to writing, not to reading, here on tumblr. Had to get the start of this fic out of my brain and down somewhere- let me know what you think. Already writing the next part.-M

Don't steal or post people's things as your own-not cool. None of these characters are mine-just borrowing them to advance the plot.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f)

Warnings: None yet, no promises made at all.

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(Not my gif- thanks @honey-dew-woo <3)

"Hey man, we don't open for another few hours."

You could almost smell the leather jacket as the man continued walking directly past you. You opened your mouth to repeat yourself, but he held his hand up, still walking to the bar. Your boss, Penny, had her back to the gentleman sat at one of the stools and removed his aviators. 'Typical Top Gun' you thought to yourself as you noticed all the patches littering the back of his jacket. You were about to march over when Penny turned, a smile overtaking her features. She at least knew the man, even if she didn't look overly thrilled to see him in her bar. You went back to wiping down tables and taking chairs off their tops, barely paying any attention to the two at the bar.

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Somehow you managed to lose most of the afternoon while cleaning, prepping, and taking a few (well-deserved) breaks. You had hardly noticed all the people surrounding you as you stepped behind the bar, tying your apron around your waist. Penny threw you a smile that said 'here we go' more than anything. You casually rolled your eyes and checked your pockets: dollar bills, wine opener, bottle opener- you were ready for a typical night on North Island.

You took a breath, looked down, let it out, and then looked at the people seated in front of you. "What'll you have?" should have been your catchphrase as you moved smoothly through the back of the bar. Mostly beers, a few whiskies, a gin or two, and some god-awful made-up tropical monstrosity- this was just the pre-party to the main event.

As if they had sensed your thoughts, the doors flew open and your senses were blurred to nothing but khaki invaders. You looked around for Penny to give her a warning, but you managed to catch the eye of the man who had come in earlier. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and a shrug. You rolled your eyes and grabbed some new glasses as the pilots started to flood in. "What'll you have" quickly turned into "how many beers?" and it would remain that way for most of the night.

You recognized a few of the newer pilots, but suddenly you started noticing that you knew others that walked in. Most had been here a few years earlier and had left off on missions and deployments- surely they weren't sentimental enough for a class reunion, especially not here. Your thoughts didn't have much of a chance to wander as the count for beers went up as more and more bodies flooded the bar in front of you.

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After a never-ending stream of Navy pilots and officers finally began to temper down, you finally caught up with Penny. She looked tired, but was enjoying a usual Thursday night. You smiled quickly and then saw the guy at the bar again.

"Who's your friend, Pen?"

She paused, looked back at him, and continued wiping the glass in her hands. The momentary silence pricked your ears. Before you could pester her anymore, you heard someone yell for you.

"Hey there, sweetheart! We're gonna need another round!" You turned and were surprised to see Hangman smirking at you. He hadn't changed much since you saw him-including his rage-inducing habit of snapping at you to get your attention.

"Hold on, killer, you'll get your beer," you yelled, walking his way. You looked back at Penny and noticed she was leaned in close to her friend who fiddled with his aviators.

"Hey Pen- Phone!"

Penny smirked at you, looked at her friend, and rang the ship's bell hanging above her head. Everyone cheered (and cheers'd) at the sound. The man looked around confused, until Hangman made his way over with a "thanks for the next round, pops" as Penny pointed to the sight behind her. "Rules and rules" you heard her say as you pulled another beer and filled the tray up, making your way over to where Hangman had wandered to.

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"I'm just surprised you're still here! It's a good surprise, I promise!" Phoenix gave you a half-hug while she held her pool cue in hand. "I figured after we graduated, none of us would ever be here-and that you would've escaped a long time ago!"

You laughed, "I've just been here waiting for all of you to come back and visit." You looked at Hangman as he finished her shot and stood up across from you at the pool table, "Well, most of you, anyway." He let out a snarky laugh and took a swig from his beer. Phoenix, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy all snickered, with the last two high-fiving. You caught Bob smiling as he quietly sipped in the corner. You opened your mouth to go after Hangman again, but Penny waved you over.

You smiled at the crew and started back towards your post when the door opened with another sea of khaki. But this time, something was different. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the open Hawaiian shirt walking through the door frame. You immediately got to work refilling the bar in front of you and taking new orders as people started sauntering up to the bar.

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The last time you had seen Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw had been...well, honestly, you could barely remember it. It seemed that one day, the piano sat empty, the aviators weren't on the bar top, and his smile was slowly fading from your memory. You were barely paying attention to your pours as you tried to remember the last time he had been here.

"Hey, you."

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#top gun #rooster #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Dating Tyler Durden Would Include....

Requested by the very lovely @hyuugasmary

Part two!!

⚠️ Warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of blood I think? ⚠️

So, you've found a way to get the most wanted man in the world to be your boyfriend. Him being wanted because of how gorgeous he is, but also wanted for the crimes he's committed. This should be fun.

Tyler has the largest infatuation with you. With the way your hair falls over your eyes or how your skin glows when you're out in the sun working in the garden- that type of stuff. He swears that your eyes were more gorgeous than any bar of soap he's blown something up with, even though he most likely wouldn't admit that to anyone but himself. Again, he knows where his priorities lie, but he's one to care more for the intimacy of language.

Many would say this is Tyler's "first life" meaning that he was not an old soul. This would make him overenthusiastic about everything and someone who contains a lot of excitement. This carried over to you, of course whom he finds to be the most exciting thing of all.

When Tyler walked downstairs from his room in the Paper Street house, all eyes fell on him to see what their leader would say. With his oddly printed shirts and wacky pairs of pants, he seemed almost out of place with how grimy and cluttered the rest of the house was. However, there was also a part of him that looked too perfect in this setting. The first time he walked downstairs and heard you yelling insults at his Space Monkeys, he felt his heart beat faster with the admiration he felt towards you.

Your boyfriend is very committed to his cause, as you probably know already. He's willing to do the most ridiculous acts just to show his contribution to the chaos and that's just what he decides to. So when he was in the bathroom ready to shave all the hair off his head, you joined him instead of being surprised he was going for the change. You helped him shave his head and then you asked him to shave yours. Tyler thought it was very badass of you to do that for him and Project Mayhem and he likes to remind you of how sexy it was on the daily.

If you rub Tyler the right way by doing everything in your power to love and care for him and to keep him happy throughout his sadistic tendencies, he might just appoint you to the leader of the Demolitions Committee. If this happens, Tyler trusts you more than anyone else- including himself.

He struggles with insomnia. As the stories go, he was raised in a mental institution and doesn't sleep for weeks on end. Only a part of this is true as you know your boyfriend can go a day or two without any shut-eye. Most of the time the only way he'll truly fall asleep is when he has you in his arms or by his side; listening to your breathing and feeling your fingertips graze the soft but calloused skin on his palms. He wants to know that you're safe at all times.

Tyler doesn't usually talk about his emotions when it comes to his insecurities. Insecurities that you might leave him after finding out about everything he's done or insecurities about not being good enough for you. Mind you, Tyler's confidence is very high but he wants to make sure that your relationship is a two-way street. You do so much for him and he wants to make sure you know he'll reciprocate that. You're usually able to pry these negative thoughts out of him once you're alone together up in his room or cleaning up after a fight in the basement of Lou's Tavern.

This can lead to some minor issues between the two of you if he plays off his insecurities. It can become small arguments but everything is usually fixed after make-up sex.

Sometimes, you have a habit of picking up each other's movements and catchphrases. You tend to find yourself leaning confidently against doorframes or with your hands up above your head, holding onto a part of the ceiling. You also picked up some of his phrases such as "The things you own end up owning you," or, "After a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

He picks up your favorite sayings and even starts to smile more since that's a very you thing. Being around someone who appreciates him and his psyche means the world to him and allows him to start showing more fondness for life.

It takes you a while to get used to your new place when living with Tyler, since the water wasn't always clean or the electricity didn't always work. You usually make the best of it but sometimes it's frustrating when your hair (or what's left of it) becomes really greasy. Tyler kinda picks on you for not adapting right away but hey, you did lose a lot of versatile solutions to modern living.

Tyler enjoys date nights. He won't do anything crazy, so don't expect extravagant restaurants or shiny new jewelry. Instead, be excited over a late night drive to look at the stars or listening to records you stole. You know how he has his whole "down with capitalism" rant so usually you two stick to something that doesn't require contributing to that.

Bonus!

Exchanging glances with Tyler while he's giving his speeches on total destruction and absolute chaos. He'll even wink at you in front of the other Space Monkeys.

Trying to fix some of the pipes in the basement with him. His shirt is off and he's sweating everywhere while he duct tapes the openings closed and oh god do I need to continue?

Tyler allows you to hang up the licenses you collect from people like Raymond K. Hessel. You like to put them in the door to your bedroom in a decorative way, all of their names and faces on display.

Going on flights with Tyler to set up new clubs. He's usually the one by the window seat and you're the one flipping through the manual, drawing flames and terrified faces on the diagrams with the paint markers you keep handy.

Wearing your boyfriend's infamous red sunglasses?!

If you're a non-smoker Tyler would do his best not to smoke in front of you due to your distaste for the drug. However, if you do smoke- expect sharing cigarettes. He'll light one and walk around the house with it dangling between his lips, only for you to take a long drag from it when he's least expectant of it.

A/N: I hope this is okay! Thank you for requesting<3

💛🦐

#fanfiction #tyler durden #the narrator #first rule of fight club #fight club #hobisfavoritespritecan

[wow-its-me]

I have a 45 slide keynote presentation on my Mutant Mayhem predictions

Here’s some of them (basically all of them, summarized)

“Cowabunga!!” And other common catchphrases and battle cries, for example : someone yelling there own name

The movie ends with a pizza party

Raph and Leo get into an argument, and fight (either verbally and/or physically)

Everyone THINKS that splinter is dead, he’s not

April attempts to investigate by herself, learning vital information, but getting into trouble in the process, the turtles come save her

Donnie builds a robot! It brakes :(

Donnie’s bo staff is snapped in half during a fight

A mass mutation event is indirectly and accidentally caused by the Turtles 

Raph and Casey fight,, then their best friends

Casey attempts murder

Splinter gives extremely vague advice (on purpose, he enjoys the drama)

Neither shredder or kraang will be a main villain, but one (most likely kraang) will be a looming threat, a villain for a sequel.

Karai

Like always they will try to modernize the turtles, my guesses for this are, Mikey makes and outdated meme reference, someone is a twitch streamer, Donnie listens to Miku, new anime references

April and Casey will be teenagers, but older than the turtles

The turtles will all be the same age, with Mikey as the designated little brother, and Leo as the designated older brother

The idea of retro mutagen/anti ooze will be mentioned, if not a main part of the plot

Rob Paulson voice cameo

Leo Makes a bunch of dad jokes! His personality will be a mix between Rise and 2012

Raph tries to swear, but doesn’t/is interrupted

Appearance of an IDW character who hasn’t appeared in much else

Danny or Keno mention or reference?? (Maybe this one isn’t as likely but I want them to come back,,,,)

The earth protection force exists but ISNT APPART OF THIS AT ALL I’m talking like small Easter egg you don’t see till your fifth watch

Casey Jones is a girl (lesbian Casey Jones,,,, Gasey)

ALOPEX we know that the villains for this movie will be some sort of evil league of mutants. I think Alopex could easily be apart of this

Again the Krang and the foot won’t be important to the plot or characters but DO play some sort of role in the evil mutants thing

This will be MUCH lower stakes then previous movies

A main focus on the “henchmen” of other iterations, Bebop, Rocksteady, Leatherhead, Stockman

And I know I mentioned Casey a lot in this, however Casey Jones is very much a “lvl 2 main character” I don’t think that they can be introduced until the other characters are established, and probably won’t be included in this movie

Also the trailer will probably come out during the superbowl

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #Mutant Mayhem #mutant mayhem predictions #tmnt mm

[pruechaosbracket]

Round 2-B: Dakota Cole VS The Lamb

About Dakota Cole: One of the Prime Defenders, with his power being super-human strength and speed. He runs across roofs for fun, threw his friend out a window, and hasn't payed his rent in a year. His catchphrase for a while was to yell "I'M COMING!!" as loud as possible, which he did for anything he did. He has eaten multiple things no one should (both health-wise and "is that possible?"-wise), including; Ravioli off a sewer floor, a Chaos Demon, and a Jellofied-Supervillain which he then tossed in gutter when they tasted bad. He fights bears regularly, has a feral mode where he fights a random person, and has only gone down in battle once, but it was to a pile of sentient spaghetti.

About The Lamb (TW for Cults, Demons, and Death): A Sacrifice-turned-Cult Leader and Player Character, who's on a quest to slay the Bishops of the Old Faith and free The One Who Waits. As the player character in a game where one of the draws is to be as morally questionable as possible, they do a variety of things to their followers including; sacrifice, ascension, murder, resurrection, enlightenment, putting them in a ritual fight-pit, marrying multiple of them, creating loyalty enforcers or tax enforcers, turn them into demons, put them in prison for no reason, reeducate them, eat their bodies, brainwash them via mushrooms, feed them to a fox demon-thing, turn them into gold, and kill them to heal themself. They can also kill their own god or turn them (along with the bishops) into one of their followers.

#pure chaos bracket #poll #polls #tumblr polls #tournament #tournament poll #bracket #just roll with it #jrwi prime defenders #dakota cole #jrwi dakota #jrwi pd #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl the lamb

[gauntletqueen]

I AM IN YOUR ASKS TO TELL YOU YOU’RE THE FIRST PERSON OUTSIDE MY FRIEND GROUP TO KNOW ABOUT WHIRLED.

Literally Whirled was my whole fucking life growing up and seeing another person that played has made my heart SO HAPPY, I could yell about that game for HOURS

Aa!!

NICE THAT'S AWESOME!!!

Truth be told I don't remember that much about it, but I did make some friends and I remember remaking my Animal Crossing City Folk town in it using screenshots taken in the game, it had all my villagers who had dialogue including their catchphrases and everything, I think I even took new screenshots in winter so I could have everything be snowed over hsafgjaf

I think I also used an animal crossing squirrel villager avatar, the whole custom avatar system was so cool and unique back in the day!! It was all like VRchat but Not Yet

[katebishop4]

The Barden Bellas are living in New York City they have a new Bella house but for Emily Junk she is the hero of New York City people call her Spider Woman she got bitten by a super spider back in junior year and now she is stronger, have a six pack abs, she can dodge anything including bullets, punches, kicks, and bunch more also Emily has Spider senses she called her senses “The Amazing Senses” that is catchy for her catchphrases she wrote it down in her notebook for catchphrases but right now she is not in her shared room she’s doing hero work while Jesse is her guy in the chair but the Bellas is doing their own thing.

“So, where’s Emily.” Cynthia Rose said to the Bellas who are really worried about Emily.

“We don’t know, she is not in our room.” Stacie replies.

“What, seriously Stacie you have to stay with her so where is Emily.” Chloe says protectively.

While outside at the backyard of the Bella house the Green Goblin was smirking when he heard the conversation from inside but the Bellas looked at back window and saw the Goblin he took out something but suddenly Spider Woman appeared behind him she tapped him on the shoulder he turned around and face Spider Woman in a red and blue spandex suit.

“You know Spider Woman, your friends are looking for you they were worried about you.” Green Goblin smirked evilly.

“When I am done with my hero work, I will come back here to see them.” Emily says to the Goblin.

“Or you will watch them die.” The Green Goblin threatened.

When the Goblin opens the back door and the Bellas were terrified but the Goblin walked inside of the house he walks towards the Bellas suddenly a two webs were on the Goblin and he landed hard against the wall but he laughed evilly so Spider Woman was in front of her family.

“I told you Goblin, stay away from my family!!” Emily yells angrily.

The Goblin released the webs and he stood up from the ground but he went towards Spider Woman so he could reveal her identity.

“Your family doesn’t know you are Spider Woman so I am gonna take off your mask.” Goblin replies.

When the Goblin kicked Emily in the ribs sending her into the arms of her girlfriend Stacie and Emily blushed under her mask but she stood up and shot a web at his face when the Goblin released the web he took out a knife and he throws the knife at Spider Woman the knife was on her chest so she collapsed on the ground but the Goblin went towards Emily he just punched her in the face so he kept on punching her in the face and Emily coughed blood in her mask but the Goblin pushed the knife deeper in her chest.

“Ahhh!!!” Emily screeched.

Suddenly a gunshot was heard and the bullet hit the Goblin in the leg when the Bellas saw Stacie holding a gun she shot the Goblin in the leg but the Bellas were shocked by this.

“STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!” Stacie screamed angrily.

The Goblin stopped punching Spider Woman and he faced the angry Stacie Conrad the girlfriend of Emily Junk but the Goblin was walking towards Stacie so he took out a pumpkin bomb he turned it on and throw it for Stacie to catch but suddenly a web caught the bomb and a other web opens the back door so Emily throws the bomb outside away from the house so it exploded immediately but the Goblin looked at Spider Woman he scolded at her.

“Hey Spider Woman, that’s enough you are just Worthless you will never be a hero!!!” The green Goblin scolded.

“You…Are…wrong…fam…family…Ma…makes m…me…Stronger.” Emily said while coughing out blood from her mouth.

Suddenly the police burst into the house and the officers took out their handcuffs so they grabbed the green Goblin they put handcuffs on him and then dragged him out of the house so the officers put him into the police car and then they got inside of the police car and drove away immediately.

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In the Bella house Spider Woman was still on the ground in the house she is okay but she lost a lot of blood and still breathing when the Bellas were on the couch and they were watching tv so they won’t look at Spider Woman but she carefully jumped on the ceiling and Emily crawled towards her shared room when she arrives at the room Emily shot a web at the doorknob and pulls the web so that made the door open once Spider Woman was in the room she just collapsed on the ground and just stayed there when Emily took out the knife out of her chest and it made her scream in pain.

“Ahhh!!!” Emily screeched.

Emily removed the knife and she took off her mask along with the suit but it’s ruined in blood when the Bellas heard Emily scream in pain but she heard sirens outside of the house it was the ambulance when the door opened and a EMT came running upstairs to Stacie’s room he kicked the door open so he picked up Emily and while carrying her downstairs but a other EMT showed up with the stretcher so when the EMT put Emily on the stretcher and strap her down carefully so after that the two EMT’s wheeled the stretcher towards the ambulance when they arrived at the ambulance they wheeled the stretcher into the ambulance and then they both got inside of the ambulance so they drove away immediately.

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Emily is in a hospital getting surgery she did make it through the surgery and Jesse is in the waiting room waiting for the surgery to be done because he was helping Emily to become spider Woman when he saw doctors moving Emily’s hospital bed into her hospital room he guess the surgery is done when the same doctor came out of the room and he walked towards Jesse.

“Jesse, Emily is okay and she make it through the surgery but she lost a lot of blood if you want to get blood taken you could save her life.” Doctor Travis replies.

“Take my blood, I need to save her life.” Jesse said to the doctor and the doctor accepted the offer.

“You have to call everyone you know, they have to get their blood taken if they don’t Emily will die faster.” Doctor Travis says in a serious tone.

Jesse took out his phone he texted Benji, Katherine, and the Bellas to come to the hospital immediately when he already sent the message to everyone but suddenly they arrived at the hospital already so they all rushed into the waiting room.

“Jesse what happened, why did you send a message to us to come here.” Beca said to Jesse but he had some tears in his eyes.

“I’am getting my blood taken to save Emily’s life, but all of you need to take your blood taken if you don’t do it Emily will die faster.” Jesse explained.

“Jesse, are you ready to get your blood taken.” Doctor Travis says to Jesse and he stood up from his seat.

“Yeah, I am ready Doc.”

When the doctor and Jesse walked into a room so Jesse sat down on a chair but when the doctor wipe his arm and after that Doctor Travis got a red leather strap he put it tight around his arm so he gave Jesse a squeeze ball and Jesse squeezed the ball while the doctor found a vain he grabbed a needle and he injects the the needle into his arm when the doctor took the needle out he put it on the table when he took a cot and put it on Jesse’s arm he holds it on his shot he grab a bandage and then put it over the cot.

“Alright Jesse, I am all done.” Doctor Travis replies.

“Great, thanks Doc.” Jesse said to the Doctor and the doctor took the squeeze ball and put it away so after that he took off the strap when Jesse got off the chair and walked back to the waiting room.

“Wow Jesse that was quick.” Beca answered.

“Yep, and it didn’t hurt.”

Jesse sat down on a chair and the doctor came out to get Benji’s blood next.

“Benji come with me please.” Doctor Travis says to Benji but he was scared a little bit when Katherine helps Benji.

“Benji it’s okay I will be with you I promise.” Katherine replies.

When Katherine helps Benji into a room and the doctor got the needle ready so Benji sat down on a chair with his arm on the armrest once the doctor put a strap on his arm tightly and gave him a squeeze ball so Benji squeezed the ball and the doctor did a quick wipe when he

[happytears123]

TMNT: Mikey and Dimension X Adventures. (Prologue)



"Let's go." Leonardo said as they were sneaking around the Kraang base. The brothers followed their leader into the base, they walked around the perimeter with caution. Mikey looks up at one of the tubes with weird looking alien thing, Mikey made weird faces to make the alien smile, and it did a little. "Mikey, focus!" Raph whisper yelled. Mikey pouted and waved goodbye at the alien. They looked over the Kraang through the glass, they were doing something to Leatherhead, Mikey nearly screamed when they shocked him. Donnie had to cover his mouth and drag him away to hide. "Do you want them to hear us??" Donnie yelled with a whisper. Donnie pulls out a computer and began hacking into the Kraang's computer system. Mikey heard them shocking Leatherhead again, and he couldn't contain himself. He jumped in and started attacking the Kraang as his brothers called out for him. Leo and Raph were forced to jump in and help their little brother. Mikey tried unlocking Leatherhead's chains, with no avail because the chains are made with kraang technology, Donnie went to the computer and spent a long time unlocking the chains. It was a success. Mikey hugs Leatherhead, he put a hand on the young turtle's back. Alarms started blaring and more Kraang bots came, the turtles including Leatherhead started battling the bots. Mikey ran into another room with a row of Kraang robots.

Mikey entered a room with a small portal, he stared at it in awe before the Kraang bots started attacking him again. Mikey kicked some, whacked a few, and even wrapped one his nunchucks around one of the Kraang bots and popped it's head off. A kraang pushed him into the floor, it kicked his nunchucks away, Mikey stared up in fear. The Kraang bot's hand started sparkling with pink electricity and reached for Mikey's chest, until Raph stabbed it in the head. Mikey smiled. "Thanks dude!" Mikey yelled with relief. Raph rolled his eyes and went to beat up more Kraang bots. Leo throw Mikey's nunchucks at him and he caught it, Mikey yelled his signiture catchphrase and beat up more Kraang bots. Raph throw one of them into one of the control panels, the portal began opening up and all of the turtle looked in shocked. While Raph was fighting one of the bots, another bot was sneaking up on him to electify him. Mikey ran over to Raph and pushed him out of the way, only to be pushed into the portal. Mikey vaguely remembered what he saw before he was pushed inside, Leo calling out for him, Raph staring in shock, and Donnie gasping in surprise. Mikey ended up on the other side and was immediately swarmed by Kraang guards pointing guns at him.

That was seven years ago... Mikey has been in this hellhole of a dimension for seven years... And he changed.

#tmnt au #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmntdimensionXMikey

[chloefashionthroughtime]

The Flintstones in the sixties

Joeln was born in early 1960. Joe Barbera brought the Flagstones short, as well as two storyboards that would subsequently be converted into the first and third episodes, to New York City in early 1960 and pitched the programme to as many sponsors and networks as would listen for eight weeks. He presented the programme to ABC executives on the final day, fatigued and disheartened (and threatening to throw the notion into the archives, never to be seen again). ABC, keen to try new things, signed on to the broadcast barely fifteen minutes into his 90-minute presentation. They ordered a 28-episode first season of The Flintstones, which premiered on September 30th, 1960 at 8:30 p.m. While all of Hanna-previous Barbera's series were critical triumphs from the outset, The Flintstones was not, as difficult as it is to believe now. The concert was panned by critics, with New York Times reviewer Jack Gould calling it "an inked catastrophe" and Associated Press writer Bob Thomas slamming the inserted laugh track (which would become, for better or worse, a staple of most H-B shows for the next two decades). Their bet on a primetime animated series appeared doomed to fail before it ever took underway. Fortunately, it found favour with audiences, who saw it as a welcome change of pace in the primetime environment. They enjoyed the setting's humour, with all of the sight gags created by stone age interpretations of modern luxuries (such as all vehicles being foot powered), as well as the humorous situations that the characters frequently found themselves in while remaining deadpan, unaware of how humorous the situation was. Even critics who originally regarded the programme as "nondescript" were loving it by the third season.

Betty was originally voiced by June Foray, but was replaced for the series by Bea Benaderet; ironically, this was a reversal of what happened at Warner Bros. some years previously, when Benaderet was replaced by Foray for the character of Granny in their Looney Tunes cartoons. Benaderet worked on the programme for four seasons before departing to work on "Petticoat Junction," and was succeeded for the final two seasons by Gerry Johnson (who didn't accomplish much outside of The Flintstones). A more extended search was conducted to discover the appropriate permanent voices for Fred and Barney. Alan Reed, who resembled a real-life Fred Flintstone, provided the voice for Fred. Reed improvised Fred's memorable catchphrase at a script reading early in season 1; the screenplay intended for Fred to yell "yahoo," but Reed felt this didn't emphasise Fred's delight sufficiently. He pitched his alternate notion to Joe Barbera, and so the word "Yabba-Dabba-Doo" was created. Mel Blanc, the legendary "man of a thousand voices," gave the definitive voice for Barney Rubble. Blanc already had a vast animation resume, having voiced numerous renowned Looney Tunes characters (including Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck) as well as Woody Woodpecker for Universal. The Flintstones heralded Mel Blanc's switch to television when the theatrical animated short industry dried up (though Warner Bros hung out longer than other animation companies). Following a near-fatal car accident in early 1961 that left Blanc in a coma for two weeks and in a full-body cast for months, a number of second season Flintstones episodes were recorded in his bedroom with a microphone dangling above him (though for a few of the initial episodes that were recorded around the time of the accident, Daws Butler, who voiced Barney in the pilot, briefly stepped in). Mel Blanc also provided the voice for the Flintstones' pet Dino, a pinkish-red dog-like dinosaur that made incomprehensible barking-like noises. Dino's initial appearance, in the episode where Fred obtained him, was a purple dinosaur voiced by Jerry Mann who spoke entire words. The reason for the modification was never revealed, save that it may have been to add additional humorous aspects of a dinosaur acting like the family dog. Mr. Slate, Fred Flintstone's quarry boss, was voiced by John Stephenson and completed the ensemble. Mr. Slate was irritated with Fred's pranks and would frequently dismiss him, only to rehire him at the conclusion of the episode.

Over the course of its historic six-season run, The Flintstones pioneered a variety of new animation directions. Aside from being the first cartoon developed for primetime and the first TV cartoon to focus on one group of characters for a whole half-hour, The Flintstones accomplished numerous things that even other comedies of the time avoided. The famed "Meet the Flintstones" theme was actually the series' second opener. For the first two seasons, the opener was an instrumental called "Rise and Shine," which portrayed Fred driving around Bedrock and conducting errands before returning home to watch television. Dino appeared oddly blue in this introduction, although this was probably not a big deal at the time because, while The Flintstones was created in colour, the first two seasons were broadcast in black and white. The closing credits for those two seasons picked up where the opening titles left off, with Fred turning off the TV and walking to bed before being locked out of the home by Baby Puss, the Flintstones' saber-toothed cat who featured seldom on the programme. ABC began experimenting with colour broadcasting with two shows, The Flintstones and The Jetsons, in the fall of 1962, six years after competitor NBC debuted their colour television campaign. The Flintstones had a new beginning for the third season, which depicted Fred leaving work, gathering his family and the Rubbles, and driving to a drive-in theatre. Like other Hanna-Barbera tracks, the theme song was written by Bill Hanna and composed by Hoyt Curtin. The revised closing credits show the family leaving the drive-in after the film, eventually ending similarly to the previous ending with Fred stuck outdoors for the night by Baby Puss. When the show was finally rerun in syndication, this opening and ending were retrospectively added to the first two seasons. Some episodes in the last season ended with Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm playing "Open Up Your Heart (And Let the Sunshine In)" live. Stuart Hamblen's song "Cowboy Church Sunday School" was a hit in 1954 when it was sung by Hamblen and his family. "No Biz Like Show Biz," the sixth season premiere.

Referencing:

Josh Mwasimer. (2022). History of Hanna-Barbera: "The Flintstones" (1960). [Online]. Reel Rundown. Last Updated: 25 March 2022. Available at: https://reelrundown.com/animation/History-of-Hanna-Barbera-Part-4-The-Flintstones [Accessed 12 December 2022].

#Youtube

[firebirdsdaughter]

For the record…

… Yes, okay, guilty as charged, I’m not personally sure how I feel about Red as he was presented in the press conference. But that is my personal first impression—and I am absolutely certain that he will grow on me, probably very quickly.

And that’s all I’m gonna say on the subject. That I’m not not sure how I feel rn. That I need to see more to form an actual opinion.

This does not mean I hate him already or think he’s a bad character. It’s a really jerky thing to do to start hating on a character from just a short press conference/trailer. Please don’t be jerky, guys.

#Mashin Sentai Kirameiger #Mashin Sentai Kiramager #I mean in the end you'd be hard pressed to find Sentai Ranger I REALLY don't like #the grandpa from Ninninger is the only one that comes to mind #Noel toes the line #so even though I say 'not sure how I feel' I'm coming into this w/ a favourable default view #hating on a character after only seeing a short preview is a bit much to say the least #you can say 'didn't give a great first impression' or something #but really #I know it's gonna happen anyway why am I inviting this in… DX #honestly I love me the goofy idiots quite well #my uncertainty about my feelings is not due to that actually #in the interest of confessions it's bc at first glance his set up seems to be a copy-paste of Lucky #including the yelling a catchphrase #I guess a little bit of Takaharu in personality too #and the press conference was a little heavy in the similarities #I absolutely believe he's gonna have some individuality (like being an artist to start) #and for the record I adored Lucky (one of my fave Reds!) and I did like Takaharu #like I say I do like the reckless idiots quite well #and it's a common character archetype in kids shows #basically my view boils down to I need to learn more about him before I pass any actual judgement #I'm abstaining #Shiny Go-On Magi Sentai

[hychlorions]

What are some of your favourite Klapollo headcanons?

Hi !!!! first of all i would like to direct you to what's basically my quippy (that's my name!) klapollo primer. it's a long read but it has the basic gist of my klapollo thoughts

to say something new though ! i think they're both stress bakers with equal but opposite energies. please never put these two in a kitchen together. apollo is like. eating a badly-frosted box mix cupcake that probably has a sort of lava cake consistency (read: raw in the middle) and going "my life has gone to shit and everything including my oven's temperature is out of my control." meanwhile klavier has a pile of perfect macarons behind him and he's going "what do you MEAN i need better coping mechanisms? what do i even need to cope for haha can someone who needs to cope bake THIS many macarons???" raw cake batter aside i feel like apollo would do better baking pies from scratch. the crust alone takes so much work that by the end of beating it out into flat-submission you don't even remember why you were hitting it so hard with the rolling pin. of course the downside of that is you get more efficient with rolling it out and soon you'll need to find other outlets to relieve all that rage, but it's not like he'd have the ingredients THAT often yk yk

other constants i can think of atm:

apollo's into poetry ! he might not be any good at writing them but he reads and he tries. like. tell me a guy who thinks like "i have to pull that darkness out of him" and "Mysterious songstress... Her quiet, deep song glides through the air... Lilting above a sparse, but elegant piano accompaniment" (yes i copy-pasted that) wouldn't try to write down the few lines he comes up with every now and then.

i like to think apollo isn't really naturally loud ? that aside from calming his nerves, it's what his voice training is meant to amend. like personally i'm a quiet person and i've had so many instructors and classmates tell me to project my voice or speak louder, and when i'm somewhere more comfortable i feel like i tend to yell a lot to overcompensate idk

apollo fact #7343984: he's scared of boxed milk. no i will not elaborate

klavier isn't good at arts and crafts. he once got into one of those youtube channels of housewives making those cute bento for their kids and husbands and he decided he wanted to try it for a picnic date. i mean it turned out delicious but it was still ugly as hell, never mind that he tried to make some of the onigiri look like him and apollo. just imagine how that would look. i say this with all the love in my heart btw

i also think klavier has bad handwriting. three words: Slanted, Sharp, and Scratchy. ofc this would apply to drawings too. i'd go so far as to say it's so bad that when he's writing down music and he doesn't have the sheets for it he won't even draw the g clef anymore. tick the staff and be done with it yk yk.

a bunch of miscellaneous klavier ones: had braces to correct a wide tooth gap and always asked the dentist to make patterns with the bands that hold em in place; terrible wisdom teeth; had a lisp as a child which led to him calling kristoph 'toffee' for most of his childhood; he was also the quiet kid that keeps sticking to his mom at family reunions (still does it). god i can go on and on.

one last thing about klavier. native german speakers keep telling me i'm using achtung wrong but i KNOW and i can't help it ok !!! i just think it's klavier's personal "help girl." his manager said pick a catchphrase and Use It and by god did he !!!!

#ask #anonymous #OH AND they're both filipino. klavier's half but he gets it from both his mom and his dad and apollo's full. yay ! #they'd soooo do simbang gabi together<3 the lolas gush over klavier at church #a lot of these are copy-pasted from discord tbh #this was wordier than expected. sorry i can't stop thinking about them #i should stop answering asks like this

[cattypatties]

My Wish

“A unicorn that can grant wishes if you touch it? How original.”

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He remembered saying that a while ago, around 2 years ago actually. Of course, at the time he didn’t think much of it, I mean…why would he?

It was just a stupid comment about one of the many scripts that had been assigned to the rabbit for an episode of the “New Looney Tunes Show” not to be confused with “Looney Tunes Cartoons” or even “The Looney Tunes Show”, obviously.

And of course since they were all toons, that unicorn? Was real, much like any of them were. Not like humans per say with the actual physics, but it could theoretically exist outside of some computer software.

The magic included.

Now, typically these types of things never interested Daffy. I mean since 1937 the Duck had found himself just doing what he was required to do, even trying to go further beyond to prove his worth, which of course never worked out in his favor anyway. Still, the point being, Daffy never found a reason to be bothered with anything else.

All he really focused on was his job and this isn’t to say he never batted an eye at anything else in life on the ServerVerse, of course not! He had been on plenty of adventures in his life and had a plethora of companions.

It was just…a bit hard when everyone seemed to always overshadow you.

And they didn’t mean it, they only wanted the best for you.

But that's another story for another time, instead let’s backtrack.

“A unicorn that can grant wishes if you touch it? How original.”

And why in particular was this so special? Why on earth would Daffy care for this one off character in a show that ended a while ago?

Well…

Let’s just say it was because of what had happened a few months ago.

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But before we get into all of that, let’s focus on fundamentals.

…

That sounds awfully familiar right?

Well either way, in order to understand the story ahead, we need to understand the individual.

The hero.

Bugs Bunny, though he had many titles.

Leader, Star, Mascot, and many more, though we don’t have all the time in the world for that.

And he was well known by all means, practically the face of the company itself besides that big shield.

Humble, slightly cocky with a Brooklyn accent and an iconic catchphrase and wit to present itself against any foe and come out on top?

Yeah, no wonder everyone loved him.

He was perfect.

His eyes especially, a golden honey color that reminded you of an angel’s halo, with his soft grey and white fur that was absolutely radiant in the warm sunshine. His cute little red nose that twitched. Sometimes when he was curious he’d glance around like a child and let out his adorable laugh that sounded like a sweet symphony and ended with a smile that could light up the entire room.

Needless to say, when Daffy fell in love with him for the first time, he fell hard.

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So..

Why the unicorn?

Well..the answer to that…is rather complicated, but I’ll tell you anyway.

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A choice.

That’s why he needed the unicorn.

Because it had been a choice that his damn rabbit made that ended the game.

A glitch.

Sometimes the Duck wished he had never spoken, but lo and behold, he had never realized what an impact his words had until that fateful day.

“In and out”

He hated it.

How simple the plan was anyway, and he supposed it should’ve been clear as day with the expressions Bugs was making, but foolish Daffy simply thought he had been worried for Lebron’s sake.

“Crossover, Stepback..”

He remembered how everyone immediately reacted, their breaths being caught in their throats, Lola running towards him to try and stop him.

“Shoot.”

What else was there to say?

When he glitched out, the game continued, and they won.

They won and then he glitched out and disappeared from Lola’s arms.

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So that led back to now.

Daffy walked around in the forest, his eyes watering, with each and every step he took a flash of Bugs doing the accursed step back glitch.

The sunshine peeked through the treetops above, as a gentle breeze brushed past the duck.

Daffy having been restless since Bugs..glitched out. So, he had been wandering.

All over TuneWorld in hopes of finding that unicorn, everyone already having accepted the rabbit to be long gone. Some tried to stop the duck because they knew it would only be more painful when he failed.

But even then, the duck shut them out completely, fully refusing to accept it.

Because it had left him restless.

The first night, Daffy thought it was just a bad dream.

Around the tenth night Daffy had not slept in a while by then.

And by now? The duck had decided to take action.

So yeah, he was hoping to find that unicorn, just one wish.

That’s all he wanted.

He just wanted one wish, one damn wish that made his heart flutter, that made his life better.

One wish that he took for granted in the past, but would never again.

Until suddenly it had turned night as Daffy’s heart sank.

How long had he been searching hopelessly for a miracle?

He glanced down to see his webbed feet covered in dirt and leaves as he sighed, before walking over to a nearby pond and seeing his reflection, his feathers all messy and his eyes clearly missing out on sleep. He frowned before seeing his hands also slightly bruised as he felt the tears from his eyes finally fall, down into the water below his reflection turning into that of ripples as he fell to his knees and cried softly, the duck moving to sit down normally as he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head into them.

It was stupid.

So stupid how he thought, that he, Daffy Duck, could find that unicorn.

He felt absolutely idiotic, and he had been at this, for weeks.

But she wasn’t anywhere to be found.

And he wouldn’t get that wish.

No matter how badly he wanted it.

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He didn’t know when he drifted off, he didn’t exactly care either.

When he had awoken, he noticed of course he was still near that pond, as he glanced around to see it was really dark out.

Daffy shifted as he slowly moved to stand, before glancing around the dark forest, small parts lit up by the moonlight, until suddenly he saw it.

An outline of which looked to be the unicorn. The duck’s eyes widening as adrenaline filled him and he immediately ran towards her.

His heart rate picked up, as he sprinted, lungs burning and legs aching, but he didn’t care.

Her figure started to dash off, as a surge of newfound determination coursed through him. Picking up his speed, he jumped over fallen trees, and ducked underneath branches, as he kept going, pushing himself to go even faster.

‘Come on’

He thought his vision started to blur from the tears forming in his eyes again, his chest tightening even more.

‘Please’

His mind begged, his voice caught in his throat.

The duck got closer and closer, until suddenly…

He tripped, just outside of the forest into a large field, the unicorn galloping away, until out of sight into the darkness.

Daffy hit the ground hard when it happened, bruising his bill as he quickly pushed himself up before seeing she was gone as he felt everything collapse onto him as he yelled out in anguish and clenched his hands into fists, pounding them onto the ground.

Again, again, and again.

Over and over.

Until he couldn’t feel his hands anymore as he broke into heavy sobs

He missed him

He missed his one chance at getting him back.

And there was nothing he could do.

The duck feeling his heart break into a million pieces all over, the small ounce of hope he felt shattered.

And he didn’t care anymore.

Not about anything.

He just wanted to see him one more time, and because of his stupid luck he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t ever see Bugs again.

And that broke him.

Eventually however, his sobs did die down. His breathing slowed and his throat was hoarse. The toon wiping his eyes as he sighed shakily.

Until suddenly as he leaned back he felt something against him as he turned to see the unicorn, and he stumbled backwards.

“B-but how- I thought- you just-“

He stammered looking between her and where he thought she went, his brain wracking for an answer until finally he fell back onto the grass groaning

“Ugh, of course the universe wants to pull this crap with me.”

He grumbled, as he huffed.

The unicorn smiled as she leaned down and nuzzled against his face and he smiled weakly petting her face, as he sighed.

“Alright, enough of this..emotional turmoil.”

He said quietly before he stood up and kept his hands on her face as he looked to her

“Ok..um, hi.. uh..”

He stumbled over his words now feeling a new anxiety rise in him

“Just..I-I wish..for..”

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath trying to steady himself, as he shook slightly, his heart racing as he felt his face flush.

“I wish..for Bugs Bunny to be alive.”

He said quietly squeezing his eyes shut and waiting

His nerves flying through the roof, until suddenly he opened his eyes and she was gone as he looked around desperately, to see nothing as he felt fear slowly taking him over

“No, no, no, no, please—“

He whispered, voice shaking, until suddenly…

“Eh, what’s up Duck?”

Daffy pausing his panic, as he felt his face warm up, and his eyes water and he turned to see the the rabbit right behind him, with the same smile, and the same relaxed expression and most of all the same beautiful eyes as Daffy felt himself grin as he lunged at him and the two fell the ground laughing as Daffy pulled him close Bugs patting him on the back as they embraced.

“You’re back!” He cried, tears streaming down his face as he continued laughing in utter joy and disbelief

“Y-you're really here!”

Bugs smiling more as his nose twitched

“Aw shucks Daff, if I had known you’d be this sappy, I wouldn’t have left.”

He teased slightly, as the duck’s face flushed more and he pulled back half glaring at him as he lightly punched the rabbit’s arm

“Oh shut up already, would you? This is your fault smartass!” He said chuckling

Bugs smiled gently at him as he rolled his eyes before moving to wipe away Daffy’s tears.

Daffy leaned into the touch, smiling stupidly as the rabbit smoothed down his feathers and got rid of most of the dirt on him.

Eventually the duo standing as Daffy sighed in relief

“God you have no idea how much I missed you, we got to go tell the others!” He said quickly perking up as he grabbed the rabbit’s hand as the two sped off.

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The reunion amongst the toons being that of the most sappy heartfelt thing ever as everyone practically tackled Bugs, much like Daffy had.

And as the group eventually got back into the swing of things, a month had passed and everything seemed to go back to normal. Although Daffy wasn’t exactly getting sleep still.

Nightmares having never stopped plaguing him, as the duck one day found himself sitting down on a stone wall, outlooking the same field where he had wished Bugs back.

He sat criss cross on top, resting his elbows in his lap as he had his head in his hands, and the sunlight shined upon the grass below, a soft breeze gently blowing the blades of grass.

A beautiful blue sky up above as the tired duck looked out upon it.

Until suddenly his eyes were covered by soft silky gloves as he smiled a bit, chuckling

“Oh gee, I wonder who this is?”

He asked sarcastically as he heard the sweet sound of Bugs' laugh escape the rabbit’s mouth.

“How’d you guess already?”

He asked, removing his hands as he sat down next to Daffy smiling like an idiot.

Daffy glancing over as he shrugged with a slight smirk

“Call me crazy, but..I’m thinking it’s because you’re the only one childish enough to do that.”

He said, Bugs in response laughing again as he leaned his head on the duck’s shoulder looking up at him

“Actually doc, I tink I prefer to call you Daffy.”

Daffy, feeling his face flush from the contact as his heart raced and he groaned a bit, rolling his eyes.

“What a comedian you are.” He said softly

The duck then turned back to the field before he felt his hand being taken by the rabbits and intertwined with his. As he glanced back over face turning redder as he raised a brow.

“W-whatcha doing there pal?”

He asked nervously.

The grey bunny looked back at the duck, seemingly having been focused on the field too.

“Whatever do you mean?” He asked, with a slight shit eating grin on his face as Daffy felt his face burn even brighter

“Oh you smug son of a—“

Bugs only grinning more as he sat up now, and moved his free hand to place one finger on the duck’s bill effectively silencing him as he chuckled.

“Eh, sorry Mac, but I only let you get away with it the foirst time because it was after hours, we have to keep it PG for the kids.”

Daffy glaring silently at him before removing his hand with his free one and huffing

“Yeah yeah, I know bucktooth.”

He said before eventually looking down to see Bugs having also intertwined their other hands, now both sets intertwined together as Daffy went back to being a blushing mess.

“J-just what the heck do you think you’re doing?!” He harshly said, though his burning face gave him away as Bugs only smirked.

“Just having some fun duck, don’t mind me”

He said watching the shorter toon turn even redder as he snickered slightly.

Daffy feeling his heart dance and do backflips as he sighed enjoying the feeling of having Bugs hands in his own, as he smiled softly, his feathers puffing a bit, before remembering the golden eyes on him as he hastily let go and backed up face on fire.

All the while Bugs only watched him lovingly.

Eventually however, Daffy felt his chest tighten as he thought about the rabbit before him, how carefree he was..and while it was nice having him back…Daffy knew that while not likely, there was a small chance of Bugs disappearing on him again, as he slowly found the courage to look at him and moved closer.

“Uh..hey Bugsth?”

The rabbit’s ear flicking as he looked to him as his smile faded a bit

“Yeah?”

“Um.. I uh.. well..for the longest time I—“

“Daffy.”

“Y-yeah?”

“You’re trying to confess right?”

“W-what?! N-no!”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah.”

“No!”

“Yeah”

“NO!”

“No.”

“YEAH!”

“No.”

“YES I AM YOU SCREWY RABBIT! I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE YOU FIRST KISSED ME ON THE FOREHEAD IN THAT ONE EPISODE WE DID AND- I-I-“

Daffy pausing now standing upright as his eyes widened and he looked to Bugs, who now went back to the same relaxed, smug expression on his face as the duck gawked at him

“Y-you- j-just-“

“Uh huh.”

“I-I-“

“Yep.”

Daffy glaring before his face burned a thousand times brighter and he put his face into his hands groaning loudly as Bugs only laughed

“YOU ARE SO- ARGH!”

He yelled out as he marched up to the rabbit pressing a finger into his chest as Bugs only smirked at him, raising a brow

“I’m so what? Handsome?”

He teased again as Daffy only yelled out louder at him as Bugs smiled before pulling him into a kiss as the duck paused and felt his legs wobble beneath him before melting into the kiss blushing brighter as the two stayed like that before eventually pulling back as Bugs gently pet Daffy’s cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re despicable.”

He growled but with a slight lightheartedness to it, Bugs only shrugging as he said

“Eh, it ‘‘twas your wish doc.”

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