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prettyflyshyguy · 1 month

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He's a monster, and he's hungry.

Wrote this over a few days because I'm. Not ok about this. It's on AO3, and under the cut cause it's a short one. Not super edited, just got desperate for more content exploring when Dean was a vampire and when I found none I was like "well alright. Guess I'll make it then."

“I can’t believe it.”

Dean paced the length of the hotel room, passing back and forth by the table where his brother sat, prowling like an animal in captivity.

“You just stood there and watched that freak turn me!”

He stared at Sam, hoping for a change in his reaction, a look of sympathy, an admission of guilt, some form of recognition that something fucked up happened in the alley. Sam’s face was blank, his heartbeat steady, and frankly he just didn’t seem to care. In fact, he hadn’t seemed to care about much recently. He was a cold, lifeless, empty husk and Dean was tired of it. His usual quips brought no frustrated response, no snappy replies, he was simply brushed off. There was no banter, no anger, simply complete and utter apathy no matter what he said. Sam had his moments, everyone did. Dean knew he had a tendency to push his luck, many people had told him this. But Sam was different, they were siblings. Sam putting up with him being an ass was just how things were, and would always be. At least it's how it should be. After everything they’d seen and done together… If Sam held any resentment, he’d have made it clear by this stage. He was a good liar, but Dean could always tell. They both knew each other too well. If he had any doubt something was off about Sam, it was quickly disintegrating as he stalked the room, watching him blankly staring up at him from the small table. Not even fidgeting in the slightest.

They’d been pushed to their limits before, and Sam was always the first to speak up when something was wrong.

“Dean.”

His lip curled at the sound of his name. It was so hollow. So static. It reminded him of school, when his teacher would check the roll call. It was an obligation and a requirement, not something done out of genuine care.

He decided to push a little harder.

“I mean what the hell was that all about Sam? Revenge? To get me back?” he growled.

“You know you’ve talked so much shit about me taking risks, is this all just some master plan to show me the error of my ways? A jab back at how you still, somehow deep down, think I’m Dad’s perfect son?”

He stood still, observing for a change in reaction. Dean desperately wanted to find a tiny shift in body language, a subtle twitch in his eyes or mouth, that sad glint in his eyes.

He breathed out slowly as Sam once again stared back with soulless eyes and a steady heart.

Not enough, Ok, he thought. He was an expert at this. Maybe Sam had steeled up after all these years.

It wasn’t a completely unreasonable possibility.

“I almost hurt Lisa and Ben, Sam! I came so close, I could have killed them and no one would have been there to stop me, but you were!”

He took a step towards Sam as he spoke, the venom of the accusation lingering in the air.

Sam breathed out and shuffled in his seat. Finally, a response.

“Dean, you need to calm down.”

You calm down.

He took another step closer, noting the slight increase in pace of Sam’s heart. Progress, hell yeah. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips though Dean’s eyes were as cold as Sam’s.

“Oh, that's rich coming from you! That’s easy for you to say when you’re not being assaulted by noise like you went to the movies and an intern did the mixing.”

He took another step closer.

The thrumming beat increased in speed once more.

“Dean.”

“S’matter of fact,” Dean slid his fingers across the tabletop, tracing the grooves in the rough wooden surface, “you’re exceptionally calm given I’m now stuck doing a bad David Boreanaz impression for an indefinite period of time, with no guarantee this Campbell special will even work.”

He looked up from where his hand slid along the table to match Sam’s unwavering gaze. His brother tilted his head to look up at him as Dean hovered above, adjusting in his seat. Sam slipped his left arm over the backrest of the chair.

Dean’s expression turned cold once more.

“And I’ve been thinking, Sammy. It’s ironic. Between that creep, you just standing there and watching, and…” jabbing his thumb back towards himself he gestured “... me…”

Dean slammed his hand back down on the table, leaning in closer. The headlights of a car flickered through the slim gap in the middle of the window curtains drawn behind them. It reflected off of Dean’s eyes for a split second, making Sam flinch. It reminded him of the animals on the side of the highway, peering at them through the bushes before darting away when they drove late at night.

“Begs the question,” Dean continued. “Which one of us is the real monster?”

Sam swallowed. The first real visible sign of him showing some nerves. He’d finally cracked him.

“Since you can hear my heartbeat,” Sam spoke slowly, “what does it say about me now?”

His tone was outwardly calm, but Dean could hear through him.

“It says you’re shit scared, Sammy.”

Sam waited for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond. Whatever he said, Dean didn’t seem to notice, as his gaze began to shift from Sam’s face down to where the light of the window caught the curve of his exposed bare neck. A pang of hunger swelled in the pit of his chest as the noise and light and intensity of the room faded away until all that was left was the steady sound of the beating, beating, beating.

A sharp, intense pain stung the side of Dean’s neck breaking him free of the trance as he collapsed to the ground groaning and twitching in pain. Through fading vision he looked up to see Sam still sitting on the chair, slouching back, but holding a syringe in his left hand. The contents empty.

“You… sonof-abich…” his words formed a slurry as his body went limp.

“Nice of you to join us Samuel.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Sam’s showing me what all those years of boy scout training taught him to do.”

Dean sat on a chair, his legs, arms and chest bound with thick twine rope. Smiling at Samuel for a moment, he motioned with what little mobility he had in his hands to indicate. Samuel glanced at his brother with a questioning look.

“You did this?”

“He shot me full of dead man’s blood, and I gotta say, that’s one hell of a drug.”

Dean’s tone was dry and unimpressed. Samuel assessed the room, looking as though he wanted to ask more questions, but decided against it.

“Anyway you said you were getting something to help?” Dean’s voice broke the silence.

“This is help.”

Samuel pulled a glass jar out of a brown paper bag, setting it on the table. The contents was dark and viscous. It had sloshed around in transit, coating the airgap at the top of the jar. The light pierced through the clear glass and bright red light danced across the varnished wood tabletop.

“Wh- what is that?”

“Cows blood.” Samuel said curtly.

“That’s help?”

“It’ll keep you alive.”

As he twisted the lid open Dean’s eyes flicked between the jar and the two men.

“Well can you at least untie me first?” he pleaded, his voice straining.

The rope dug into his wrists and the thought of being spoon fed cows blood was sending his mind to a dark and violent place.

“Dean, it's just a precaution.” Samuel attempted to be reassuring.

Dean clenched his jaw. Precaution for what. You weren’t even here to see Sam attack me.

“Oh cut the bullcrap!” Dean spat, pulling against the rope binding his arms and legs. “C three P O over here was a bit too cautious back in the alley and look where it got us!”

Samuel stared at him tensely. Dean winced as a spike of sound ringed in his head from a car horn outside.

“Look I’m fine, Samuel. Really. Just untie me.”

The older man hesitated.

“Please?” Dean cracked a smile that usually got him whatever he wanted.

Usually.

Samuel watched him carefully while he placed the jar lid on the table. The unmistakable smell of iron, meat and death began to waft through the room. He leaned into the scent as he realised just how hungry he was. How dry his throat was. How much the deep, dark red called out to him.

“Samuel I will kill you if you try and hand feed that shit to me.”

The older man raised an eyebrow in response, unimpressed, and picked up the jar.

“Wait!”

Dean grimaced and hissed through gritted teeth as Sam called out from the other side of the table.

“One drop of human blood is enough, are we sure that cow’s blood is clean?”

“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me Sammy…” Dean groaned.

Samuel paused, running it through his mind, blinking a few times, he contemplated the risk and the chance. Looking back, Sam shrugged silently.

“Sam has a point. If any human blood, from a cut or a scratch, got into this at the abattoir, you’re done.”

Dean ignored him and glared at Sam.

“God I can’t listen to you right now.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Sam blurted in frustration.

“Your fucking heartbeat man! It's so loud, it's so monotonous it’s killing me! Look, Samuel, just cut this fuckin rope and hand me the fuckin jar.”

Reluctantly, and cautiously, he pulled out a hunting knife from a holster on his belt. Staying as far from Dean as possible, he nicked part of the rope on Dean’s right arm just enough for him to wiggle it loose. Waving it in the air and stretching the fingers, Dean looked back to the two who were eyeing him off.

“See that wasn’t so bad now was it.” Dean’s tone was sarcastic and he tapped the armrest with his index finger.

“C’mon guys don’t look so nervous. You can just drug me up again, it’s not like that's off the cards is it Sammy.”

Sam glanced away at the mention of his name, Samuel grunted in frustration as he reached for the jar and took a step towards the chair. In an instant the background thrum of his heart filled Dean’s mind, it was faster, full of nerves and fear compared to Sam’s horribly persistent flat tone. As he approached holding the jar out, Dean felt something shift under his lip.

“NO.”

His voice boomed as he jerked back in his seat, the legs scraping against the floor. Breathing sharply, he tilted his head down avoiding the stares of his associates.

“Get away from me.”

Grunting and breathing through gritted, sharpened teeth, he glanced up.

“Sammy, drop the machete.”

They’d both instinctively reached for their weapons. Brandishing them high, already poised for a clean decapitating swing. Dean growled and heaved deep breaths of air, flexing the remaining restraints. He could break free, if he wanted to. With one arm loose, he could easily rip the remaining rope off. He contemplated the thought, reveling in how powerful it made him feel.

“Dean?”

Samuel’s voice snapped him back to reality. He’d placed his machete back on the table, Sam had lowered his but still gripped it.

Dean extended his free arm out and flicked his hand towards the table.

“Just hand me the fuckin jar already.”

Samuel was quick to oblige, and quicker to back away once Dean had it in his grip. He tried to not dwell on the way his companions looked at his mouth instead of his face. He could feel the second set of teeth against his lips, his tongue. The smell of blood was suffocating him now, a mixture of alluring coppery tones and the stench of raw stale flesh. He wasn’t sure which was making him feel more ill. The pungent aroma or the fact he liked something in it.

“So you two just gonna watch like this is some sort of peep show or what?”

Neither responded, still fixated on his every move. Pulling a face, Dean limply held the jar up as it to toast before bringing it to his lips. Taking a tentative sip, he recoiled as blood spilt down his chin. Groaning and sputtering he violently spat it out.

“Augh, god this tastes disgusting–”

“I promised you help, I didn’t promise it’d taste nice. Now drink it.”

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demonholdingalillie · 3 months

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Headcannons that my brain has decided is cannon even with only 4 episodes out for some reason?????????

Both Martin and Alice listen to "Welcome to Nightvale" but for different reasons.

Martin likes the radio station aesthetic and listened to it to fall asleep, and later it shifted to more of a self punishment thing than anything during season 4.

Alice just likes the damn spooks. She also takes heavy inspiration from the "close your eyes and forget about it, if you don't feed it, it can't hurt you."

Alice has the Dessert Bluffs hoodie while Martin has the Nightvale hoodie.

Alice loves Kevin. Martin dislikes him because of how obviously fake he is. (If you're gonna act, do it well.)

Martin really likes Cecil's voice, and so does Alice, but it sounds too much like the voiced files she gets in the office.

#none of these are cannon #have fun #not cannon i promise #Martin “Kill” Blackwood #Alice Dyer #Nightvale #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #help #its only been 4 episodes #how??????

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yorshie · 6 months

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So.... remember how I said I took that sketch yesterday not turning out well a little too personally?

Yeah..... Might have went just a wittle bit overboard.

Also come get ya new profile pic (pspspspsps Angelo fans)

#good morning ITS FRIDAY HAVE SOME SUNSHINE BOI #my tmnt art #bayverse tmnt #tmnt #tmnt michelangelo #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse mikey #All the people that say never mikey #I am coming for you with a spork #rip any mikey fans that get knocked out in the cross fire #bayverse mikey does not have enough love and i am here to fix that #so.... yeah. Turtle can loom. Winnie is who I'll be using from now on when I gotta draw an insert into the pictures #she's not really an OC #I just use the name when I don't feel like writing second person (and Y/N makes me cringe)#I made her 5'3 #This is for all the people that forget how big Bayverse Mikey really is. He's compliant with my “head cannon” height #which I only changed from 6' to 6'2 here so the top of her head hits Angelo's traps.#(Side note I feel like everyone forgets that while Meagan Fox is 5'4" she just runs around in 2 1/2 to 3 inch heels in the movies

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piffany666 · 4 months

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Kinda spoilers but not really

So because of this I raise you this headcanon!

In the escaped audios discord escaped talked about the intern's cannon backstory being that they grew up in a neighbourhood overrun by gangs and that's why they grew up romanticising the mafia as a more sophisticated version of what they grew up with. With the added benefit of being a family, somthing they never really had cos their parents are sh*t.

This all kinda leads me to think that they grew up with very little money

The intern is REALLY not used to their new life in Cuba and while they absolutely love being able to have nice things they are constantly scared that one day something bad will happen and it'll all go away because they aren't used to being able to indulge like they can now. BUT Jean (and the brothers) are always their to comfort them and remind them that its ok to enjoy the life they have now

#its only a spoiler if escaped wants to explore the listener's cannon backstory in future audios #escaped audios #escaped jean #escaped audios jean #escaped audios new jerseys rats #escaped audios badaboom #escaped audios badabing #escaped intern #escaped audios headcanons #escaped audios intern

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wherethelightrots · 2 months

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I always dislike when people headcannon certain slugcats as genetically engineered, it's so boring and also not the point of rainworld.

#personal thoughts #saint....rivulet....maybe artificer for example #especially saint is the victim of this #do people not understand that its not only not cannon confirmed by the devs but undermines the various themes and the overarching story??#rainworld #rainworld downpour #technically theres only 2 comfirmed genetically engineered cats and thats hunter and spearmaster #which is the perfect amount to drive home a certain plot point which i think most of the fandom as overlooked

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quuerbee · 7 months

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Yeah yeah yeah everyone makes that post/analysis over how the burden of reviving Mount Hua coupled with the intense "survivors" guilt he carries shapes Chung Myung as a person and how he is so so so far away from the person he used to be but man. I've got to take a second everytime I think about it and just ponder.

Imagine waking up after witnessing the brutal killing of almost everyone you have ever met, including yourself, and immediately having to come up with a plan to save your home again. Imagine finding out that it's "your fault" (in all actuality we all know that none of what happened is Chung Myung's fault, but you know how bad his guilt complex is) that your home burned down after you passed. That the little disciples that you left behind, with the goal of protecting from the war, had to fight a different kind of war to protect their home. This doesn't even tap into a LOT of the stuff Chung Myung blames himself for throughout the novel.

How do you live with that? It's been said that Chung Myung lives only for Mount Hua. He lived for Mount Hua, died for Mount Hua, and now has to live for Mount Hua again, knowing that his past sacrifice did nothing to protect his home when it mattered.

#return of the blossoming blade #i have some other thoughts about #Chung Myung trying to emulate the people he was close to in his past life #because he believes that the only way to help mount hua grow #is to be someone other than himself #and how that thought pattern #which is cannon btw!!!#leads to his intense hatred for who he once was as the Sword Saint #but i cannot make my thoughts coherent enough #so itll have to wait #im hoping that if i thow out enough half baked ideas #itll eventually make enough sense that peoole know what im talking about #i dont think its working tho heehee <3 #rotmhs #rotmhs spoilers #?#analysis

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soyochii · 2 years

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TW: Partial Nudity and Scars

Genuinely no excuse for this one.

#soul eater #dr stein #spirit albarn #my art #Welcome my newest Hyper-fixation #The had a vibe and no one can convince me otherwise #Kinda cannon that they went from Friends to Strangers to Friends to Lovers #In my head cannon Stein used Soul force on Spirit when they were younger and that why he has a scar over his heart lol #Wdym the Soul Eater Fandom dead #Wdym its been like 10 years??#This is genuinely so embarrassing tho #Its only being posted to tumblr #tw: partial nudity #tw:scars #This is set after the defeat of the kishin and like multiple years of pining #Spirit is a bi king and Stein is just interested in Spirit thats the dynamic #I love the manga but I am ignoring it rn lol

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dirtydoctorwho · 10 months

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Steggy Week '23 Day 1: Headcanons and meta.

Reference credit to my.ragtime.gal on ig

Peggy never participated in Operation Paperclip. It was conducted by the Joint Intelligence Objectives Agency (JIOA) and largely carried out by special agents of the U.S. Army's Counterintelligence Corps (CIC). Peggy at this time was too busy head starting SHEILD along side Chester and Howard. Howard was the one who was first invited by CIC to work with Arnim Zola and ultimately decided to bring him to use as a SHEILD scientist.

While Phillips was convinced, Peggy was not. She knew what Zola had done to Steve. She knew about his work in Hydra and even had her suspicions about what he'd done to Barns in Azzano. This is the biggest fight Howard and Peggy ever had (and why she was not widely present in 616 Tony's life.)

In the split timeline, when Steve returns, he and Peggy use his foreknowledge to find Bucky and condemn Zola to life in prison.

#peggy carter #steggyweek23 #agent carter #howard stark #actually bucky goes and kills him after like a week #anyways this is suposed to be peggy's face finding out that howard is working with zola #its steggy if you squint #herbie made a thing #manip #sorry i'm late to the party #i worked all day yesterday and my patient died after 45 minutes of cpr :(#im also in the quantum headcannon boat:#all my contradicting head-cannons are cannon observed #then only that one is cannon at present #okay i'll shut up now

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brainworms-all-night-long · 1 year

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Ok I saw a lot of posts touching on the existentional crisis Nine would go trough if he saw his alternative self/ves and had the realization that he's but a mere trait, a one of many, someone Sonic cares about only because he's a fragment of someone else entirely.

But I wanna focus on the jealousy and anger he would definitely feel after learning that he was the version of Tails that had it the worst. The "bad end" version of him, the "What would happen if Sonic didn't exist and Eggman ruled the world?" version.

Every other version was saved, every other version gained friends and hope of some kind, even if not in Sonic. But they were still shown love and companionship and acceptance and guidance and home and safety. Something Nine could only ever dream off.

Just imagine the bitterness, the resentment the hatered.

Why did he have to be the one growing up in a tyrany and wasteland ridden metrocity? Why did he have to be the one who never got a chance of love and acceptance? Why did he have to be the one left to fend for and survive on his own? Why did he have to be the one to turn out selfish and to only think about himself out of necessity, why did he have to be the one to suffer the most, why did he have to be the one- why him?

#sonic prime #i mean miles from WWMH exists but hes not really cannon so he dont count #even tho I really like to think of him as an interesting character study #buuut not now #not yet #i hath to collect my thoughts aboutbit bit more #for now its only nine #and god does this little creatchure manage to fit so much angst in it #he says why him #but why anyone else #why anyone really #nine the fox #miles nine prower #sonic angst #silly brainworms

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 1 month

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I go back and forth so much on whether or not Buddie is going to go cannon. Some interviews I'm like it's a done deal game over and other interviews I'm like am I just being a clown? Also I'm super gullible so I kind of believe anything honestly. But I definitely feel the chances are so much greater this season just based on interviews and things they have said and the scenes we've gotten so far. I don't know but I'm along for the ride.

#911 abc #buddie cannon #we need you #its been such a wild ride so far this season and we are only up to episode 4

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cthulhusstepmom · 1 year

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Price is so right for chucking soaps freezer meal those things are crimes against humanity also love that gaz is an accessory to the crime 😂

BUT IMMA BE HONEST REPTILE GUY SOAP IS OCCUPYING A NOT INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF MY BRAIN!! Do you think hes a snake guy? A lizard guy? Turtle dude maybe? Dude is 1000% in love w crocs and gators tho. Probably what sparked his love of all things scaly when he was younger. What do you wanna bet he was one of the kids chasing frogs and looking for tadpoles throughout childhood? Probably stumbled over a common lizard basking in the sun while glomping thru a park or something and spent the afternoon falling more and more in love.

Consumed any and every morsel of age appropriate reptile info, eventually became a dinosaur kid etc. but also carried that love of them into adulthood. Imma bet he always wanted one as a pet, but bc he enlisted so young he never got the chance. Maybe he gets inspired by the communal tank to start looking into it 👀👀

Anyways i love ur fish lore so much ❤️❤️❤️

You are(as always) right on my wavelength!!

In my head Soap's dad is a reptile person and his mom is an animal person so he definitely gets it from somewhere. When he was young, Soap's parents kept all the herps locked up, both for his safety and the reptiles' God knows Soap was an exuberant and curious kiddo. It's only after they find him in the backyard flat out on his stomach at 4 years old, hand outstretched and a wild little lizard sitting in his palm that they realize just how empathetic he is. After that he gets to play with the reptiles more, always supervised of course. But he grows up surrounded by scaly critters, the equivalent of his childhood dog is a black and white Argentine tegu named Buddy who's turning 23 this year. He spends his days running around and getting into everything, carefully bringing back his catches to take pictures of before running them back to put exactly where he found them.

One day he comes home from primary school with a bloody nose and a black eye, discipline slip clutched in his hand. At recess some of his classmates had been throwing rocks at a little frog that had wandered into the playground and, when Soap had told them to stop, threw a book and ended up killing the little amphibian and little Soap beat the shit out of them with limited success(it was four against one you gotta give the little man credit). Soap's parents show up to the meeting with the headmaster and the parents of the other students with Primrose: a 17 1/2 foot reticulated python. After that meeting they go to the zoo and little Soap declares that one day he's going to have a crocodile that he can feed bullies to.

Having enlisted at such a young a young age Soap doesn't have many animals to his name, just two. A 14 year old ball python he rescued named Martha and a 3 year old bearded dragon named Bowser, both left in the capable care of his parents.

While he doesn't have the facilities to have a reptile on base and, despite popular belief, he does have impulse control....sometimes, he somehow ends up with quite the collection. The thing about soldiers, especially stupid ass new recruits, is that they make a lot of bad decisions (I mean they are soldiers so their track record is already in the negative). And Soap can't bear to see any animal suffer from improper care so he ends up operating a rescue out of his quarters. He's taken in everything from corn snakes to baby asian water monitors and on one very memorable occasion a surprisingly chill sidewinder.

He keeps it all very top secret, the only one he trusts is Laswell she takes care of feeding everybody when he's gone. It's not that he doesn't trust his team but it wouldn't be the first time he'd had a usually rational CO go ballistic. One time when he'd first enlisted and he was missing home, he'd found a little garden snake and was playing with it when his lieutenant at the time had seen, ordered him to attention and shot the poor snake in the head laughing as he did. He's learned the hard way that machismo doesn't mix well with his hobby.

Right now he's lined up a home for a little leopard gecko and a bearded dragon both with pretty bad mbd. A little more difficult to find a place for is the lavender false water cobra he's named Hugo and the 7 foot albino labyrinth burmese python he's calling Wee Man.

With the fish tank he's starting to get comfortable with the idea of bringing the team in on his escapades. But then Ghost shares his trauma with him and it terrifies him. He cannot let Ghost see his snakes, not because he's worried his Lt will hurt them, but because they'll hurt Ghost.

#nudibranch you know my soul #theres two types of toxic masculinity when it comes to reptiles #1: weird lack of respect for the sanctity of life #2: “to show my mastery over nature i shall now keep this black mamba in a ten gallon tank”#and of course im going to add angst to the silly little animal story thats what I'm here for #its now cannon that not only do Laswell and her wife havw monster fish they also breed cornsnakes and have a leachianus gecko #ill still be doing fish person gaz but theres so much reptile person soap runnig arohnd my head rn #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #fish person gaz #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kate laswell #john price

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adetheenby · 3 months

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they couldnt sleep and are now talking about how the shitty romcom they are watching is actually kinda good also draculaura is a bat:)

(its Down With Love (that movie is actually really good))

#lagoona wears socks with sandals thats why everyones sitting away from her :)#also toralei and deuce matchig band shirts #vaguely inspired by creepover looks but only frankies prototype and lagoonas spa day doll #lagoona is NOT sleeping she woke up a while ago but has NO idea what to say and is nosy #also ofc they have makeup and earrings its monsterhigh be fr #also also they dyed toraleis hair but are stupid and now its bled into frankies shirt #toralei is wearing clawdeens clothes bc she didnt have pj pants also tora and clawdeen matching moon earings #also curly lagoona so true and cannon she just straightens it in cannon shh #also lagoona is short or something idc thats why her feet are like that #monsterhigh #monsterhigh g3 #draculaura #toralei #clawdeen #frankiestein #cleo denile #deuce gorgon #creepover

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tblsomedoodles · 10 months

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Ok I am for real falling in love with Clara. Like... sad that she'd die before Donnie but also... what if Leo did try to hide it but Donnie figured it out himself because A) he knows his twin and knows when he's hiding something and B) he never actually got rid of/lost that old dream catcher. Does it hurt that Leo didn't tell him? Yes!

I mean, i could definitely see Donnie figuring it out, but probably not until pretty late. Like maybe when they're already away on that mission.

B/c one of the several reasons Leo wouldn't tell him, is because he knows Donnie would try to save her. He's been trying to subvert visions for a while, though usually through covert, tricky ways, but has never been able to accomplish much past changing little things. Leo knows this isn't something Donnie would be able to change, and that it would end much like how Leo's attempt to save Raph did, with extra casualties.

If Donnie knew, he would not just sit around and let it happen. Nor would he let Leo take him away on that mission in the first place. So Donnie can't know before they leave, or else he just wouldn't go.

as for why Donnie wouldn't figure it out. He trusts Leo to tell him the very important visions like that. And Leo always has, up until this one. It's just this one he never shared with Donnie.

And yeah, Leo's acting pretty shady before they leave, but Donnie can pass that off as their mission is going to get complicated or something like that. Also like, just part denial i guess. Clara's his daughter. She's the one thing (along with CJ) that he's certain he can't loose.

So if Donnie ever figured it out before it could happen, it would have to be while he was on that mission. Maybe he realizes said mission is going smoothly and that his brother seems to be dreading every communication they get from base. and he just starts putting two and two together.

I know that's not exactly what you were talking about, but honestly, if Donnie knew ahead of time, there would be nothing stopping him from interfering in it besides Leo physically knocking him unconscious.

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #apocalypse timeline #cannon?#b/c i'm still not sure i'm going to go that route #b/c its sad!#and i'm already so mean to the apocalypse twins!#ik the apocalypse timelines are supposed to be sad #but this almost feels like it's too much #giving donnie a child only to take her away like that #like the apocalypse is already messing up this dude's mental state #but that would absolutely ruin him #and i'm not entirely sure i want to cross that line

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