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seaquestions · 8 months
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i stg nobody cared abt oppenheimer until it got lumped together w/ barbie. like i coulda Sworn the vibe was “this looks boring/why would you make this” and then all of a sudden its like teehee animal crossing x doom eternal all over again but like. its abt the fucking atom bomb. girl have some integrity.
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faerynova · 1 year
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i am drawing,,, so many comics that i cant post yet
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the lack of Dark Leo content is killing me 😭 that man is so fine af
Can I request Dark! Leo fucking his s/o stupid 👉 👈?
A Night With Dark Leo (18+)
Dark Leonardo x reader
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A/N: Our fine man is getting his turn for some hot ass sexy time🖤💙 A short one, more of a listening of how sex with Dark Leo would be, instead of a scenario, but not exactly a headcanon. Hope you enjoy anyway🖤💙
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All characters are aged up.
Warning: Hard sex, manhandling, overstimulation, oral - female receiving, Dark Leo doing what Dark Leo wants to.
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When Leo first was one you, there was no way you could get him off of you, before he himself decided he was done. Your park kanabo, part turtle boyfriend, was a beast of a man, towering above you and the people living in New New York City, with muscles bigger than his own head, and the stamina of a wild animal. Whenever he got the slightest hint that you were in the mood, even just a tiny bit, he would pick you up from the spot, before locking you in the bedroom with him, so he could have his way with you for hours.
You had nothing against Leo pleasuring you for hours. Actually, you loved it. You especially loved his rough ways of handling you, not telling you what to do, but instead throwing you into the position he wanted you in. He would take you by the legs and pull you to his mouth, having your body almost hanging in free air, while he ate and licked from your dripping core. He would ignore your overstimulated please, continuing by his heart's desire, watching you try to support yourself with shaky arms on the mattress, your thighs closing around his head once more.
After you came on his tongue the third time in a row, Leo would lower you onto his already dropped member, letting your upper back rest on the bed, while lining himself up with your entrance, while he still stood standing at the foot of the bed. He would take in your features, while his big hands continued to hold your hips raised up against him. Your flushed cheeks and your hooded eyes, staring at him with parted lips, and your shirt rolled up over your naked breasts, your hair in a tangled mess, while your hands clung onto the bed sheets.
You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but all your words turned into incoherent moans as Leo pushed his thick member into you, stretching out your overstimulated walls, making you throw your head back onto the mattress, your eyes rolling back. Your breast bounced as Leo thrusted into you, hitting your spot over and over again, just like he would do another time the two of you were intimate.
Leo let out a loud animalistic groan, increasing his speed against you, the sound of his hips slapping against your thighs, echoing through the room. Your knees and toes curled, letting Leo know that your fourth orgasm wasn’t far away.
Nothing but Leo’s name left your lips, any other words turning into mush in your mouth, except his name sounding like a prayer, spurring Leo on, plowing into you with his strong hands digging into your hips.
You wailed and squirmed under Leo, your hands fighting to hold onto the bed sheets as your fourth orgasm was threatening to push you over the edge. But Leo’s moves never faltered. Instead he kept going, growling all sorts of dirty things out loud, mixing with the sound of your skin slapping together, and the lewd wet noises from his cock pumping in and out of you. And within a few hard and fast thrusts, you came gushing all over Leo’s hard member, crying out in immense pleasure.
But Leo wasn’t done yet. It was rare that he would let you go, without bringing you several orgasms and letting himself cum at least once. And therefore Leo picked you up with ease, not letting you recover from your latest high, your head still spinning, before throwing you on to your hands and knees. From here he held you up by your hips once more, your knees just barely touching the mattress, before he plunged back into you, continuing from where he left off, at a high speed, hitting your spot over and over again, causing you to scream out in incoherent words and sounds.
Leo was getting close, his hips becoming frantic as they slammed against your ass cheeks, watching as they jiggled from the impact. Leo felt the pressure build up behind his cloaca, letting him know that he was close, with your rapidly closing walls around him only bringing him closer by the second. It was here, as Leo felt himself dangle over the edge, he quickly picked you up, wrapping one arm around your waist, pressing you back against his plastron, while the other hooked under your leg, forcing your thighs apart, bouncing you on his member.
You clung onto Leo’s arms, nails digging into his skin, crying out as your fifth high was coming dangerously close. The hand holding your thigh open, moved to your center, where Leo’s fingers started working on your overstimulated clit. Your muscles locked up, your body convulsing and tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Your walls suddenly closing in on Leo was what pushed him over the edge, groaning loudly as he spilled himself into you, resting inside of you for a moment. From here he would slowly slip out of you and tuck himself away, still carrying your weak body in his arms, eyes still hazy from the non stop pleasure Leo had brought you. Leo pressed a kiss to the top of your head, before carrying you to the bathroom, so he could run a bath for both you and him. A bath that would clean off your sweat covered bodies, and give both of you some time to calm down, before you would go to bed for the night.
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hinacu-arts · 1 year
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another completely random crossover idea that popped in my head out of nowhere
2012 ends up in riseverse, itself set 10 or so years after canon events. The Usagi mentioned is implied to be Yuichi or a version of a rottmnt specific Usagi
2012 TURTLES AND R!LEO ARE IN THE TURTLE TANK. R!LEO IS DRIVING THE NEWLY PICKED UP 2012 TURTLES TO HIS HOME
Mikey: *touching things he shouldn't be*
Donnie: *absolutely enthralled by all the tech in the tank*
Raph: *staring at R!Leo*
Leo: *attention split between a conversation with R!Leo and making sure Mikey doesnt explode them all*
TANK SPEAKERS START RINGING WITH A PHONECALL
R! Leo, answering the call: hey babe, you'll never guess what happened
Raph: *mouthing "babe?" at Leo*
Leo: *just as confused*
Phonecall: ummm Donnie built a sentient ice cream machine?
Raph: *mouthing "thats a dude!" at Leo*
Leo: *shushes Raph*
R! Leo: no, but dont give him ideas!
Phonecall: what happened?
R! Leo: alternate versions of me and my brothers are in this universe. They're so short I love it.
Phonecall: please send a picture I have to see this
R! Leo: i already did!
Mikey: when did you take our picture?
Phonecall: ohmigosh they're adorable. What are they, 15?
Raph: we're 17!
Phonecall: same thing. Who was that?
R! Leo: that's little Raph!
Raph: "LITTLE"!
R! Leo: everyone say hi!
Leo: umm, hi. Who are we speaking to?
R! Leo: oh! This is Usagi, my ex-boy-
Usagi: i'm his ex-boyfriend
Someone on the other end of the phonecall: i hate when they call each other that!
R! Leo and Usagi: it's true!
R! Leo, to the turtles: i got a promotion *winks*
2012: *confused glances to each other*
Donnie: uh, what does that mean?
R! Leo: i'm his husband!
Usagi: on your world! We're still fiances on mine.
Someone on the other side of the phonecall: AND THEY STILL CALL EACH OTHER BY THEIR LAST NAMES! ITS DISGUSTING
R! Leo: hmm, you're right. I guess we better switch last names babe
Usagi: nah, i like calling you "Hamato"
Phonecall: SEE ITS DISGUSTING!
Usagi: DONT YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BE!
Raph, mesmerized by R!Leo's laidback back-and-forth: youre married to a human?
R! Leo: oh no, Usagi is a-
Usagi: Leo's a furry
R! Leo: i hate that Donnie taught you that word
Usagi: speaking of Donnie, have you noticed Kendra is his type?
R! Leo: Kendra? What do you mean? They're archenemies or something
Usagi: i want you to picture Donnie's type
R! Leo: okay?
Usagi: now picture Kendra
R! Leo: holy shit
Mikey, with his arm slung around Donnie as he pokes his face: who's Kendra
R! Leo: oh calm down lil Mike. Kendra would eat your Donnie for breakfast and then spit him back up. And i could tell right from the get go she's not your Donnie's type. She's psychopathic. Like my Donnie.
Usagi: which is Donne's type. And your dad's actually
R! Leo: huh?
Usagi: have you seriously never noticed Donnie and your dad have the same taste in women?
R! Leo: name one example
Usagi: your step-mom is tiny and batshit insane. Donnie's type is short and mean. Its basically the same thing
R! Leo: *incoherent noises* why are you so right! Fuck you!
Usagi: no we arent double married yet
R! Leo: i want a divorce!
Usagi, teasing: good luck with that. You know how much those cost?
R! Leo, same teasing tone: yeah, those really cost an arm and a leg
Usagi and R!Leo: *laughing*
Leo: i dont know whats happening right now
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raainy-daze · 1 year
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Yo yo, guess who?
Leo x male!reader: reader had an idea and asks Mikey to draw/paint a red-eared slider shell pattern on his back and surprises Leo with it! Bonus if he has Mikey add red eye stripes, and double bonus if happy churring and cuddles ensue. Dunno if turtles have clingy instincts, but maybe Leo could take a deep dive in these hypothetical instincts and just incoherently latch on to Y/N for a couple of hours and make happy noises.
(*one of the brothers approaches*
Leo: *hiss*)
~🌺👸
Painted Shells
rottmnt leo x male!reader
summary: you think it’d be funny/cute to imitate your boyfriend, so you ask mikey to assist with your newest idea.
word count: 462
warnings for minor swearing
a/n: i’ve been forcing myself through a minor writer’s block these last few weeks, and i apparently just couldn’t figure out how to write this as a oneshot or anything, so it ended up being in this form, i hope that’s okay!
i’m finally back on requests you guys - i’m going to clear out my inbox before opening them again, but yay! sorry i was consumed by seasonal stuff. halloween’s soul itself possesses me every year ANYWAYS ENJOY
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when you had the idea, you had gone to mikey immediately. he agreed, of course, and preparation began.
preparation consisted of two steps
step one: acquire paint actually safe for your skin
that wasn’t too hard. most craft stores sold body paint, it was just a quick errand.
step two: distract leo
also simple enough. you just had to send him out for pizza - he always took unreasonably long on tasks like that. he always got into some sort of trouble every time he even stepped outside.
all the guys did, actually - but that’s besides the point
so, you set your hoodie aside, and set to work. (or rather, you sat down down while mikey set to work)
(you paid him in candy)
you actually did the eye stripes, which weren’t in the original plan. you got bored while waiting, so you took some of the paint and just started on your eyes.
when mikey was done, you handed him a handful of starburst and left him to his own devices
you wound up waiting in leo’s room while the paint was drying - speaking of paint drying, it felt like it was taking forever.
(you had this thought about ten minutes in.)
leo’s return to the lair was hailed by several crashes, followed by “I DIDN’T DROP THE PIZZA THIS TIME!”
a few minutes later, he was in the doorway. “hey, i brought you a slice.”
he didn’t even process the paint for about ten seconds
“and then the guy gave me the box, and i swear to-“ *pause* *blink* “HOLY CRAP”
he kind of starts laughing at first - not in a mean way or anything, just from being caught off guard
“did you get mikey to do that? what the hell, (y/n)?”
he was grinning. “holy crap, that’s cool!”
cuddling ensued
this is absolutely an ego boost for him, you know
his arms were around your waist from the front, and you were patting his shell with one hand, your pizza slice in the other.
“y’know, i didn’t think this would make you so clingy.”
“i am not clingy”
“you are literally clinging to me right now. this is the definition of clinging. please be careful, i don’t know if the paint’s entirely dry.”
you remained this way for a good hour and a half.
you noticed donnie sneaking a picture for blackmail when he walked by the door, but you weren’t going to mention it.
“this is kind of gay.”
“you’re gay.” leo’s voice was muffled by your stomach, which he was pressed against.
“how could you even say such a thing, babe?”
it occurred to you that you would have to wash this off at some point. that’d probably be a nightmare.
oh well, that’s future you’s problem.
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vonrew · 9 days
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Future meets Teens
“Try to hit me”
“Whatever you say, me from the future!”
Leo drew his blade, quickly creating a portal and appearing above Leon. Without batting an eye, Leon pulled Leo down by the wrist and pried his weapon away with little difficulty as Leo gave him a nervous smile, his feet landing on the ground.
“Did you really think that would work?”
“Kinda…”
Leo leaned back slightly before his foot came up to try and kick Leon, using the strong grip on his arm to his advantage.
Again, Leon dodged. Just barely moving his head back to avoid a foot in the face. He gave Leo an unimpressed look before dropping all contact and taking a few steps back.
“You can do better.”
“What are they doing?” Donnie asks his older counterpart standing next to him, bringing his mug of coffee to his lips as he watches the scene play out.
“It looks like Leo is getting his ass handed to him, why?” Othello’s monotone voice replies, bringing his own, significantly larger mug, to his lips as he takes an audible sip.
Leo’s legs kicked in a futile attempt to free himself from under Leon where the older turtle sat on him like a log. Not moving an inch as Leo squirmed, making incoherent noises and muttering under his breath as he tried to reach for his sword in the other’s hands.
“You’re not going to do that to me are you?” Donnie’s head looked to his right.
Meeting the teen’s eyes, Othello responds “Of course not. He mutters ominously as he turns away.”
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androgynousblackbox · 19 days
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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZEURntrQOg "Happy Together - The Turtles (1967)" is the song that play on the background while Alastor is talking.]
"Good morning and good day to all our dear listeners. Alastor speaking here to you all from your favorite radio station on Hazbin Vale. How are you all doing? Ha ha, I am kidding of course! I don't care! I just feel like playing like one of those youngester that pretend to have a relationship with their audiences in order to emotionally manipulate them into giving them more money and attention.
But you and I, dear listemer, we know each other better than that, don't we? You know you will only get the most sincere forms of expression from me, because I know you would never, ever, ever, dare to lie to me. You may be just severely mistaken even if you think you are being honest.
First things first. I am doing great, thanks for asking.
I also imagine you can hear that annoying song on the background. I did not put it there. I don't know why it's doing that, but it hasn't stopped since I came in the building. It doesn't seem to come from any of my speakers either, I checked already. At least it's a nice enough song and it's not too loud. I guess I will let it slide this one time.
Anywhoo, do you want to know why I am in such good mood? No thank to any of you listening, that is for sure! Yesterday at Rosie's party to celebrate the death of Clarence I had the chance to talk with some of you and, oh boy, none of you do actually listen to a word I say it turns out!
Why do I bother to speak at all then? Should I just do incoherent wordless noises with my mouth for two hours? It would cause the exact same effect as to what people think are hearing here. Just put whatever meaning you want into it, you're used to that.
Some of you, not all, I have to admit, had the impression that I had a certain inclination for the toy maker that came to town recently and that is why I ran a background check on him. An inclination of a more… selfish nature.
I have no idea how could you ever come to that conclusion. I have done nothing else but to put in front of everyone my rationale as to why that man can't be trusted, I have done my due deligence to verify it and leave it all once it turned out to be a bust!
Let me dispell the rumours right now. I have never had a "crush" on anyone or anything. I don't even have the first idea of what going through that would be like. It sounds boring and stupid, so no, thank you. I will be glad to be spared such nonsense. The rest of you can have all the fun with that.
In your imaginations that is. Because clearly someone so delusional is never going to inspire good feelings from anyone else.
But how rude of me! I was talking about why I was in a good mood and I went on a bit of a rant there. For you, the listener who won't fell to such delirious thoughts, I will be speaking now. The rest can rot in hell for all I care. No, no, that is not a threat. It's a warning. There's a difference.
The party of Rosie was a success. Again, discouting unnecesary words that were said. It seemed that everyone in town decided to congregate there at once and Rosie told me that she was out of strawberry macaroon in less than one hour, per my recommendation. I do thank you all for that.
Between the talking and laughing, Rosie took me by the arm to direct me to Lucifer. I haven't noticed him at all until then. Not him or the fact that a group of people were around him, bunch of vipers all demanding his attention. I could just smell the gold digger stank from the door.
But what I really didn't see is the little girl hanging from his hand that smiled so easily to everyone in front of her. Two puppies were right next to her, as if to protect her.
The presence of Rosie was enough to disperse everyone so soon I was once again in front of the tiny man. His hair looked stupid as always, this time with a butterfly hairpin that, I imagine, his daughter must have put on him that morning and he forgot to take it out. Or he wanted to make a fashion statement, who knows.
Rosie was the one to speak first. She started by apologizing on my behalf for reading about his life here on the last broadcast. I wouldn't have gone so far to say that to his face but I… wasn't proud of that either. However rational and objective my worries were. So I am thankful that Rosie could say the words so much better than I could.
She told him to please not take it personally. It's only natural to be curious about new people when we all live on such a small town where everyone knows everyone. I did side eyed her a little when she downplayed all of my comments about him being a criminal and hiding something as me "just kidding around and playing it up for the show." Rosie, my dear, I am literally never more sincere than when I am in front of this mic.
Excuse me for having the best interest of this community at heart.
But I didn't feel like having an argument right there and then, so I let her continue. I should really get her sometime on here because that woman truly has a way with words. She could convince a flame to buy a gallon of water to drink.
The tiny toy maker smiled, with that stupid indulgent smile he has, and said that it was okay. I haven't said anything that anyone couldn't google by themselves and he was used to media outlets talking, he said. Whatever the hell that google thing was.
As if sparring me some grace, the little judge and jury. I wasn't that sorry anyway.
The more this man spoke to me, the more I had to wonder who did he thought he was. Looking up from his tiny height with those big doe eyes from hell that could swallow up entire cities. It was cutting out my breath as if his hand was a claw around my neck. I could barely hold it together to not make an excuse and ran away from him. You all can blame Rosie firm grasp for that, I know I do.
To make matters worse, that was her party, so she couldn't stay to talk with just one person and had to move around, leaving me alone with that man.
I never had anything but care and respect for Rosie, but I almost despise her a little bit at that moment. Then, suddenly, something brushed my hand and my soul could have jumped out of my mouth before looking down to see Charlie trying to grab my sleeve for attention.
I kneeled down to hear what she had to say. My mom raised a man with manners so I wasn't about to let a lady hanging. Her father could be a untrustworthy monster, but that wasn't her fault.
When I heard the words she whispered into my ear, I laughed. I couldn't contain myself. Lucifer asked what was so funny, so I was glad to tell him. She wanted me to hold her up so she could see the chocolate on the top shelfs.
You know, because her dad was so tiny that he didn't reach it himself, ha!
Children can truly be ruthless sometimes. I forget that is one of their virtues.
Oh, the red that tinted his cheeks wasn't disgusting at all. I wouldn't mind seeing something like that again. Now it was his turn to struggle to find something to say before giving me permission to do just that. I just love the smell of justice, dear listener, don't you?
Charlie, despite her unfortunate genetics, was a good kid that didn't move that much when I lift her up, telling her about the expensive chocolate exactly as how I remembered Rosie explaining them to me. On the lower shelf was the candy destined for children, full of fun colors and more simple designs, but up there was the fancy selection.
That kind of chocolate that comes from other countries, has weird ingredients on it or is just filled with some kind of alcohol. In my personal opinion, the ones with brandy were the best.
But somehow I imagined that Lucifer wasn't the kind of "cool dad" that would let his toddler get drunk on chocolate, so I kept my recommendation on the non alcoholic options. At last, Charlie choose a box with simple truffles covered in chocolate, but painted to look like jewells. She looked more happy with how pretty they were than with the idea of eating them.
One of Rosie's employees finalized the purchase, that Lucifer of course had to do without blinking an eye for the price and I had to my roll my eyes at the display.
We get it, you have money. You have a fortune out of your own work, you are the one true American dream. There is no need to brag about it. Arrogant much?
Ah, but my sense of friendship force me to tell you all that the prices of Rosie's Chocolate Botique are 100% fair and just, not inflated at all in the slightest. I am just a poor and bitter soul who only enjoys those brandy candy when my good friend brings them to me for her visits. The ones with the red wrapping for the next time, Rosie, dear, yes?
But coming back to my tale, I have to say that, despite everything I have seen, I can still very much be surprised. When Charlie opened up her new box, I thought she was just going to eat her chocolate right there, as she had every right to do. Instead she took out a piece that was coloured like a ruby and put it on my hand.
She said that one was for me. Then she gave another one in blue to her father. And she ran around the place to find Rosie, her puppies following behind, just to give her another one that I couldn't get to see. Rosie was so moved by this small gesture that she made a high pitch noise as she hugged the kid, assuring Lucifer that she was so cute that she would never eat her up.
Don't you mean that you could, asked Lucifer.
Rosie laughed and kissed both cheeks of Charlie before putting her on the floor. She also tried to feed the chocolate to her puppies later on, but Lucifer caught her on time.
They weren't even real puppies for what he told me so it's not like they were going to get sick. But it was so annoying cleaning up their insides if food got stuck on them so it was better to not give them any. They were prototypes for eternal puppies he wanted to make. Robots covered in fur called Dazzle and Razzle, just for Charlie. I did not say it, and I am still not going to say it, but it could have almost fooled me. Almost.
The rest of the party was splendid. You wouldn't even remember that this was all thanks because a woman died in a terribly gruesome and painful way. Not that I would know anything about it.
There was still plenty of buzz around when I decided it was enough for me. Charlie was completely out against the chest of her father and Lucifer kept his coat on top of her to protect her from the cold. I was saying that I always enjoyed Rosie's parties, but I needed to go back home to sleep early because, well, you are listening the reason right now.
Lucifer was bitting his lip and looking at everywhere while I was saying my goodbyes. He looked so miserably lost that I finally asked if something was wrong.
That is when he invited me to take a coffee if I wanted to.
Now, listener, don't get the wrong impression. I mean it and no, ignore the static, we are all ignoring it right now.
Listen to what I am actually saying instead of coming out with your own wild interpretations. I know you can do it. You are smart. That is why you are hearing the radio instead of googling.
I said yes. Only because this man looked so pitiful and pathetic that saying no would be like kicking a puppy after killing it's mom in front of him. Too damn easy. His stupid big eyes were too big that night, blame them. Like I have said many times and demostrated countless others, I am no monster.
So I said yes out of pity and absolutely nothing else. A mercy date. I should be louded for it if nothing else.
Besides, it's just a cup of coffee. No need to make a bigger deal of it than it is. Even thought it's still a huge inconvenience for me. I have a very busy schedule, listener, you see, so it's really hard to make an space for such act of charity. Damned my blasted sense of common decency.
Mmm.
Oh, but that is not the reason why I am in a good mood! Not at all! In fact, I barely even thought about it the rest of the night on the way home. I almost completely forgot about it until right now that I told you!
No, the reason I am happy is because I got to taste that ruby chocolate with my coffe this morning. The chocolate was great. Amazing value for it's price, clearly worth every penny.
What, did you thought it was anything else?
Does a man really need a reason to smile, dear listener? Isn't enough that he does? We all should probably smile more often. Maybe then we won't let our imagination bring out the worst of us.
I should really know where that music is coming from.
Now, the weather…"
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coffinpal · 1 year
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You: hillbilly turtles :)
southern/country rise fans, immediately: *incoherent heavily-accented noises of joy*
Me (mildly accented) yall 💖💖💖
I’m happy they’re so loved aaa Q Q
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bluepeachstudios · 1 year
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Any headcanons for Ghost in a shell?
Also also, will Ghost ever encounter anyone from 2003 in the Rise Universe? Like an accident leads either an old ally or enemy to end up in the rise universe?
Also also also!
Splinter: You see I used to be Hamato Yoshi
Ghost: *computer error noises*
Ghost: WAIT SO YOU ORIGINALLY WASNT A RAT?
Splinter: No?????
Ghost: ????
Splinter: ????
The Rise Bois: Also ????
I'm not sure that, as the fic writer, they're considered "headcanons" when they're coming from me? fhgdkfj but if you mean like, headcanons about the show that are included in Ghost in the Shell, yeah!
I have my usual headcanons about kitchen behavior and sick behavior from the turtles, the same as '03. Kitchen behavior being; Leo is an awful cook but can make really good tea/coffee/drinks! Raph eats everything before it's done cooking, Donnie is good at baking because he gets the measurements exact but not good at actually cooking. He also has taken apart the toaster so many times Splinter started bringing back more than one on his scavenging trips.
Sick behavior is actually a little different. Leo can sleep with just one person in the room with him while Raph is EXTRA clingy and needs everyone around to rest properly. He's completely open about it too so he just gets very snuggly. Mikey's whiny/needy and Donnie just tries to pretend he's not sick. (Ghost does the same thing and pretends he's not sick.)
I also headcanon that when Mikey has nightmares he usually goes to Leo first! Raph just makes a huge deal out of it and babies him, and Donnie doesn't like Mikey sleeping in the same space usually, so he goes to Leo, who's happy to just open up his sheets and snuggle his brother and pass right back out.
Leo sometimes has trouble sleeping, and he'll usually go bother Ghost about it since he's up half the time anyway.
Donnie cannot function without sleep. He needs a full 8 hours or his brain just implodes and he's incoherent and maybe a little wild. He only does all-nighters if he's hyperfocused on something so hard that he can't actually break out of it (see Purple Game).
Ghost keeps to himself for the first like. Year of being with the kids, but after he gets more comfortable with them, especially after their birthdays, he participates more. As Ghost participates more, Splinter participates less.
Splinter's more distant and non-attentive in Ghost in the Shell than he is in the show. It's entirely because of depression. Ghost is around to pick up his slack, so he slacks as much as he can to take the pressure off of himself.
As for the other questions... Spoilers! :)
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angelkitty54 · 1 year
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It should be noted that F!Leo did eventually get that arrow removed from his shoulder. But only after a long confusing argument wherein everybody was trying to figure out how the teens ended up in F!Donnie's lab and who's fault it was.
And the only reason it was addressed at all was because Casey was getting very upset that no one was doing anything about it. Sensei was bleeding and it was all Casey's fault ("It was just an accident Case-") and what if loses his arm or dies! ("No, really Casey I'm fine!")
Except he's so worked up that all that comes out is loud sobbing punctuated by angry/distressed turtle noises. So of course the adults have to pause everything to comfort the poor baby. When Mikey tries to pick up Casey so Donnie has more room to work, Casey just clings tighter and starts hissing and screaming incoherently, looking very much like his mum at her most feral.
Donnie ended up giving Casey a juice box (one of the few remaining that he had stashed away for special occasions). Thus F!Leo ends up with a pouty angy Casey sitting in his lap sipping on his juice while refusing to budge or talk to anyone.
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hellonoblesky · 1 year
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ok turtle how could the Archons be portrayed in Khaenri'ahn history/mythos
Gabriel. I love you here's my incoherent ramblings (Under the cut because ummmmmm. Haha. It's long. It's so long. And I am so insane.
OK SO FIRST OF ALL, we know that Hilichurls don't worship the gods, obviously, they're Khaenri'ahns, they've worshipped the sheer elements and forces of nature alongside the Ley Lines ever since the nation was founded with the ruins of Vindagyner (and some other nameless places we don't have proper documentation on just yet). That's a given.
The Khaenri'ahn religion/general belief system doesn't worship a single figure but rather the forces of nature itself. It has always been like that, with a focus on the actual people learning the elements by force of will rather than being granted the powers by a higher force. And it's a VERY VERY starkly different belief system from the rest of Teyvat, which all operates under the belief of higher-up or more powerful beings!!!
This is important.
Because Khaenri'ah was founded on what I like to call the Godless Nations, most notably at the moment: VINDAGNYER (the previous civilization on Dragonspine).
Vindagnyer, which grew so powerful on it's own that they harnessed the power of the ley lines, the very BLOOD OF THE WORLD, that they ascended to Celestia with no assistance, that they were technologically advanced to create floating guards with LAZERS. Vindagnyer, was by all counts, a highly advanced society!! And !! This civilization existed around DECABRIAN'S ERA!! And likely only fell around the time of his fall!!!
But WHY did Vindagnyer fall?? It was because of Celestia. Celestia dropped the full Skyfrost Nail on the mountain and FREEZING A WHOLE CIVILIZATION while Venti rose to the seat of Archon and the long-standing war between Decabrian and Andrius abated.
We know from the Scribe of VIndagnyer that he went to join the then still new Khaenri'ah, still just a nation in the early stages of forming, and he went there SPECIFICALLY because it was a nation founded separately from the gods. That is important.
So taking into account that Khaenri'ah was founded with The Scribe, who was, again, a SCRIBE, I think it's likely that the Anemo Archon, just, as a figure in general, because I doubt Khaenri'ahn society at any point in time has really known much about the passing of Gnosi from Archon to Archon, is depicted as harsh.
Harsh as a biting wind, a creature of hail and monsoons swept sideways, of cold air and roaring noise. The Anemo Archon, in Khaenri'ahn history, is more creature than being of intelligence (all the archons likely are). He is a thing of wings and glinting gold, a thing that shoves you off balance, could send you tumbling to your doom with a breath, could knock things away and send them shattering in an instant. He's not the God of Freedom, he's the Creature of The Winds. The Fangs of the Tornado. He's the Blizzard's Gales and the Monsoon's Driver. He's the Hell of Hurricanes and he has no mercy.
No, the Anemo god is a Creature. A beast. A thing like a fox, curious, and sometimes approachable, but still with claws and teeth and a swift dashing bite.
Zhongli, or rather, Morax, however, I think is seen very differently.
After all, much of the history around the Anemo Archon is of him lifting Mondstadt's people to freedom, it's contained to his nation, and his nation doesn't carry as much history with wars as Morax's does.
But Morax fought the Archon War.
And Khaenri'ah was founded around the time of/give or take a little bit before the Archon War.
And a nation not ruled by gods, to people who were suddenly caught amidst god at war? It probably sounded safer than worrying about whether your entire village would be raised or flooded or burned in the flick of a wrist or the slash of a blade.
So those who fled the nation that would later become Liyue would tell stories of Morax the Warrior. Morax the Dragon. Morax the Blade. Morax who stood stern, Morax who controlled the rumbling stone and whose spear cut the sky until the stars seemed to fall.
To Khaenri'ah, Morax is a general. A General of the skies and a General of the Stone. He is a man of harsh judgment and loyalty like an attack dog. He is a beast all Claws and Eyes and Fangs. He is not the kind and fair ruler Liyue knows, he is the harsh finality of the executioner. He is a beast of war and battle and bloodshed and though he may be regarded as smart and with tactical prowess in Khaenri'ah, he is Not regarded as a man of benevolence. He is regarded as a man of War.
To the people of Khaenri'ah, the Geo Archon is the God of War. Their legends and stories don't speak of his contracts, or his defense of Liyue, they speak of his battles, of his bloodshed, of those he killed.
The Electro Archon(s) are probably beings of much less legend in Khaenri'ahn mythos
They're probably seen like a vaguer version of Zhongli. Shut off, but prevalent in battle. Strong with the thunder, with the blade, blood on their hands and violet glare in their eyes.
But they're not important in Khaenri'ahn history or mythos.
Of course they aren't not when Khaenri'ah is much MUCH more familiar with the Snake God of Enkanomiya, Orobaxi, as it's entirely possible ( and In my opinion LIKELY) that some Enkanomiyans moved to Khaenri'ah instead of moving to the surface on Watatsumi island, as they wanted to continue living underground/in similar conditions.
And Orobaxi is spoken of in fond tongues.
A gentle snake, a being who listened to the people it protected, a thing of the deep earth, bathed in the Ley Lines, slithering in power. Orobaxi is held in reverent tones, as to the people of Khaenri'ah he was no high-and-mightly god, he was the defender of their neighboring underground nation, he was the snake of Enkanomiya, the serpent of the ocean's depths. He was no god of war, he was no creature of gales and blizzards, he was Orobaxi, the Serpent of Coral.
The Dendro Archon was one spoken of almost fondly.
After all, she was one of the Ley Line's beings, she wasn't a separate thing, her consciousness spanned the world, and it's entirely likely she communed with Khaenri'ahn sages through the roots of the Imurnsil.
She was the voice of gentle guidance. The Celestial assistance of the Trees. She kept out of Khaenri'ahn affairs, generally (not her nation, far from her business, but she liked Knowing), but she was referred to as more of a whisperer in the roots, a little skitter of curiosity.
Of course, those are all PRE-CATACLYSM.
Post-Cataclysm, Venti's image as a harsh wind of gales and blizzards and knives of air solidified with the Khaenri'ahn hatred of Celestia, Morax became the Warring Butcher of Stone, blood on his blade and no mercy in his eyes. In Orobaxi's death and the fall of Makoto during the Cataclysm, the Electro Archon became a figure of Khaenri'ahn victory, but also one of Khaenri'ahn loss. She's both a dead God, Dead at the hands of the Abyss (which is good or bad depending on what part of current day Khaenri'ah you ask), and a mourning one, one seen screaming in loss on the battlefield, a body cradled close to her chest. And the Dendro Archon became a disregarded myth. The whisperer in the Ley Lines became the whispers of the Abyss.
OH and also I have a strong theory that most of Khaenri'ahn mythos and history is passed on in pictographs and stories told by mouth so regionally they have different perceptions of the gods these are just the general ones :)
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Can I request a drabble where 2012 Raph is sick (could be a cold or a stomach bug) but doesn't want to admit he's not feeling well and tries to train despite it.
Thank you!
Hi there, and thank you for your ask!
I'm a bit of a sucker for this trope (I think you could call it a trope) and it's a great scenario to show just how stubborn Raph can be sometimes. I'm a little rusty at writing drabbles, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of vomitting, fainting/passing out, illness
Word count: 802
In Sickness and In Stubborness
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Something felt off.
Raph knew something felt off the night before when his throat started to hurt all of a sudden. He didn't think much of it at the time, putting the blame on allergies or something. He went to bed a bit earlier that night not thinking about the storm that was brewing for the next morning.
Knock knock knock. Raph let out a heavy groan and tried to block out the noise with one of his pillows. "Raph," Leo's voice called from the other side of the door. "If you don't get up you'll be late for training." He let out another groan.
"Be there in a minute..." Raph grumbled. He tossed the pillow to the side and when he tried to sit up his head immediately started pounding. His body felt heavy and sore at the same time, his throat felt like it was on fire now, and it was hard for him to focus on what Leo said before the oldest turtle made his way to the dojo.
Oh god.
Oh no.
Was he getting sick? No, no, no this CANNOT be happening. 'How the heck am I supposed to train now!?' He thought in a panic. Raph made his way to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. He felt refreshed but only for a moment as the grogginess started to settle in again. 'If I miss training because of a little cold, I'm never gonna hear the end of it. Gah... I can hear Mikey making fun of me now...' He vigourously shook his head. No! Now is not the time to have a pity party. 'Just gotta go in there and do what I always do: Kick butt, take names."
Raph made is way, albeit a bit slower than usual, to the dojo and joined his brothers. Leo and Donnie were chatting about what they should work on today while Mikey was bouncing around them as energetic as ever. The blue and purple clad turtles looked over at their brother as he walked in, their neutral expressions turning into one of slight concern. "Uh, you okay there Raph?" Donnie asked. "You look a little pale... I don't even know if that biologically possible for us." Raph shrugged.
"Just peachy," he replied. "Let's just get this over with." Leo began giving out directions and the three younger turtles began following his lead. A few minutes into training Raph had tuned out Leo's instructions. It wasn't uncommon for the red clad turtle to ignore what his older brother was saying, but this time he couldn't focus. Usually he would focus on something else are try and screw around with Mikey in order to annoy Leo.
"Raph? Raph!" Leo shouted. The younger turtle shook his head and snapped back into reality. "Are you really okay? You seem really out of it."
"I said I was fine," Raph said stubbornly. With much hesitation Leo continued the training session. Time seemed to fly by like it was nothing. It was as the four brothers began running through their katas that Raph started to feel lightheaded. His eyes were losing their focus yet again and the room started to spin. Before he knew it his body hit the floor and he could hear the muffled yells of his brothers.
Some time later Raph opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of his bedroom. "Dudes he's awake!" He could hear his youngest brother call out. The other two turtles walked into his bedroom, Leo holding a cup of tea and Donnie holding the small medical kit they kept in the bathroom.
"How are you feeling?" Donnie asked as he swapped places with Mikey, taking a seat beside the bed. All Raph could do was let out an incoherent grumble and try and turn away from the younger turtle.
"Well at least his personality is still intact" Leo commented, which made Mikey giggle. "Do you know what he's sick with?"
"Well..." Donnie began. "I won't know for certain until he's got some of his energy back and I can ask him some questions, but given his fever, the grogginess we saw during training, and the few times he's vomitted, it wouldn't be surprising if he had the flu."
"And I'm guessing training didn't help..." the oldest brother said with a sigh. "At least it isn't anything too serious." Donnie nodded in agreement as Leo set the cup of tea next to Raph's nightstand.
"It's best to let him get some rest for now." The two younger turtles made their exit, but before Leo left he made sure his younger brother was comfortable. "Feel better soon Raph," Leo said quietly as he made his way out of the room himself.
"Thanks Leo..." Raph replied quietly as he drfited back to sleep.
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IX. PUSHED FROM A MOVING VEHICLE || Mikey & His Brothers Mikey falls from the Turtle Tank. His brothers react accordingly.
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Mikey’s appreciation of Donnie-approved music was selective, but tonight the dubstep vibrating through the Turtle Tank was the perfect backdrop music for a car chase.
Hypno and his weird friend, What’s-His-Name had been in an uproar all night, and the turtles chased them for almost as long. The chase was more for sport than anything else. It was a quiet night, they were four teenagers on the prowl, and Hypno and Who’s-It had robbed for magic shops and one unsuspecting cabbage vendor. The magic shops were something Mikey might overlook, but seeing one poor guy crying over vegetables was one crime too many. So they were here, acting out a high-octane action scene, something straight out of Lou Jitsu except happening right in front of him.
Leo’s sword slashed through the air, buildings of New York streaking past them in a blend of colours. Donnie was behind the Turtle Tank’s wheel, a grappling hook locked onto the back of the getaway car driven by Weird-Worm-Man. Raph was at the weapons controls. Mikey was here with Leo, Hypno pinned between them while he took alternating slashes between the two brothers and they tried to land at least one hit. For a big guy, he sure was fast. The steel of his chakrams sung against their weapons, deflecting each attack, and for every chakram that went flying, Hypno produced another.
“I told you, the cabbages were an accident!” Hypno shouted over the rushing wind. “I like my fruits and vegetables! I get hit with them every night!”
“If it was an accident, why are you running?” Mikey asked.
“Because you’re CHASING US!”
Leo tried to attack from behind while Hypno was distracted. Hypno swung and caught him by the wrist. With a hurdle, Leo flew down the length of the Turtle Tank, shell cracking against the metal. His sword swung out and lodged in the back of the Tank, his body flailing in the air like a kite.
The opening, when Mikey saw it, was so small that no one other than him could’ve reached it. He flew between Hypno’s exaggerated swings. Salty sweat beaded on his upper lip, body tensing with each metallic sheen that glinted out of the corner of his eye. Hypno shoved him back. Flashes of streetlights smeared past him and the pavement coming up too close, too fast, no time to dodge it, and he realized too late he was falling.
Hitting the pavement was the single most painful thing Mikey had ever experienced. It was a full body punch. His vision flashed, then blacked out. Then, pain. Nothing but pain. Aches pounded out through him. He couldn’t breathe. A noise erupted from somewhere, his bone marrow carrying it through all of him. It was him. He was the one making the noise. A deep, guttural, single-note cry that extended out like a stuck piano key. In the back of his mind, Mikey thought, that was it, something had cleaved him in half, he couldn’t breathe, he was going to die.
He felt something was sucking him out of his body and it took all his effort to stay within it. Mikey stayed prone and blank on the ground. The rough texture of the pavement felt like knives peeling off his skin. Panic intensified and he waited to die.
“Mikey! Mikey!”
The voice pounded in his head. Mikey couldn’t stop making that noise. It seemed to come from an inhuman part of him that didn’t let him. He heard a babbling overhead and he realized it sounded like Raph, words totally incoherent. Mikey saw a hazy light through his closed eyelids that went dark as something cast a shadow in front of it.
“Donnie!” That was Leo. “Help us!”
He’d never heard Leo’s voice crack like that before. It was startling enough that Mikey took a breath and the noise finally stopped.
"Mikey, are you with us?” Leo asked, desperate. “What hurts?”
The world was tilting. Mikey strained one eye open—the other ached too much to even try. Vague colours and the dark New York sky manifested above him, and his brothers were there. Leo was holding his neck still. Raph was pacing above him, mouth moving and making words but not making sense. Donnie was lazor-focused and dropping his goggles over his eyes.
“Did I…Did I stick the landing?” Mikey murmured.
“No, you wiped out big time,” Donnie informed him.
“Donnie!” Leo snapped.
“Well, he did!”
“Yeah, that hurt,” Mikey strained. “Like, a lot. Ow, ow, ow, ow—my arm—”
Mikey had landed half-propped up on his side. The pressure on the arm underneath him was too much and he tried to roll over to take the worst of it off. Leo hauled him so he lay flat.
“It’s broken in two places,” said Donnie. “Did you lose consciousness at all?”
“Um…I don’t know…”
“I’ll put it as a ‘maybe.’ Raph, can you please stop making that noise, I can’t think!”
Donnie’s voice was high with anxiety, and Raph wasn’t much better off. Leo’s hands were cold and stiff against Mikey’s neck. He took a few shallow breaths though the ache in his whole everything was incredible.
“Ribs?” Leo asked.
“Three broken,” said Donnie. “Left side, where he hit the pavement. Mikey, try not to move too much. And Raph, will you please stop talking nonsense?! I can’t hear myself think!”
Raph stopped in his pacing, taking huge, gulping breaths that did nothing to quell the panic in his eyes. No matter how badly Mikey hurt, he suddenly couldn’t stand it: the sight of Raph in a panic.
“Raph, don’t panic, I’m okay,” said Mikey. “Uh, at least I think I am.”
Raph collapsed to his knees by Mikey’s body and just breathed. He reached with his good arm and squeezed his knee, then looked up at Leo’s upside-down face hovering over his.
“What happened to Hypno and Worm-Dude?” Mikey asked.
“They’re gone,” said Leo.
“Dangit. Sorry, my bad.”
“Hypno literally shoved you off a moving Tank. Don’t be sorry, just warn us if you’re gonna try to be an airborne turtle!”
Mikey’s face felt ballooned up and he was sure it was swelling, but he smiled anyway.
“There’s no such thing as airborne turtles,” Donnie informed him.
“Thank you, Donnie, I really needed to know that right now,” said Leo.
Raph’s gaze was settling. In the distance, they could hear sirens, and he bent down to scoop Mikey into his arms, gentle as he could.
“We should get Mikey out of here,” said Raph.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” said Mikey. “I think my bruises’s bruises’s grandchildren are gonna have bruises.”
As he and his brothers piled back into the Tank, Mikey just let himself sink into semi-oblivion, let his brothers do the heavy lifting as they sped off for home. He was already thinking about what colours he was going to decorate his cast, envisioning the things his brothers would draw. But for now, he was all too happy for them to close ranks around him, to fall into that sense of being protected he loved the most.
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