#( cw ;; implied child abuse )

[sugarpasteltmnt]

"Acolyte" Michelangelo has joined the group chat

THANK U AGAIN TO @anixolt for accepting this commission request!!! Looks like 'Dino'-tello has unexpected company 👀

Hailing from his own alternate reality, "Acolyte" Mikey & his brothers had a very different childhood than the mad Dogs we all know and love. Set in a feudal Japan-esque world, Mikey and his brothers were raised under the Ninja Tribunal in a remote temple as future protectors of humanity...

However, fate was unkind to the lackadaisical Michelangelo who doubted the legend of the foretold 'Krang Invasion'-- let alone it happening much sooner than anticipated.

[link to twitter thread]

More lore below! (but heed the content warnings!!)

CW: implied family death, implied child abuse

Inspired by the 2003 "Acolyte" Arc, Mikey and his brothers were given to the Ninja Tribunal as children to raise as warriors on account of being gifted with mystic abilities; something very rare and unheard of in their universe.

Mikey was the most mystically inclined of his brothers. Because of this, he doesn't take training very seriously. He's also the oldest brother in his universe, but takes that role very, very seriously.

Splinter was their "father"... however, he was the one who gave them to the Ninja Tribunal. And they weren't exactly 'lenient' with children. Not when their purpose was to become warriors to defend the world. Because of this, Mikey hates Splinter. With every fiber in his body.

But despite their upbringing, Mikey was fun and kind.

But homie cannot cook to save his life

However, due to events during the invasion... Mikey is the last man standing. On the whole planet.

And he Snaps

With elevated powers and grief, Mikey traverses the heavens to hunt Krang and their settlements.

He uses dried Krang blood as his mask, having lost his in battle (and Krang blood dries orange when oxidized)

He dots his yellow spots with a drop of Krang blood to mirror Krang eyes. Using mystic abilities, the faux eyes can move and "look" around too. Terrifying.

However, due to classic Hamato shenanigans— 'Acolyte' Mikey may find himself drawn to a very, very different place than a Krang settlement 👀👀👀

[swarmishstrangers]

What doesn't kill you.

(Quote by @/holyaches on Twitter that this mini comic is based off of cause it read SO Sabretooth to me).

[corn-cardigan]

please yap about enki’s sister I beg of you. she’s so cool and so are you

AW thank you!! 🫶

and thanks for letting me indulge in talking about these two!! here's how I see it:

I really like the idea that the ritual fight that was mentioned in Enki's intro wasn't the only time he had to face off against his sister. It was always like that for him and Ninmah. The priests that took them in saw their potential and wanted to know who the superior sibling was.

My headcanon is that not only was Enki physically weaker than her, but emotionally frail as well. That no matter what, he'd always be a close second to his "better" twin. Ninmah was exceptional and obedient. Enki was completely pathetic next to her.

I like to think when they were super young, they did care for each other. But under harsh, abusive conditions from the priests, it further drove a wedge between them. And Enki's frailty warped into his distinct bitterness as to no longer appear as weak - as to compete on the same level as Ninmah.

The ritual fight was an inevitability. A scheme to see who truly was strong enough to live. So when Ninmah spared Enki, it was sort of her way of communicating that she still cared about her brother. Even if they were pitted against one another, even if she seemed unfeeling and unbothered, she still loved him as much as a young (definitely traumatized) girl could in that situation.

So when Enki's given the choice to either accept her mercy or literally backstab her, both are completely plausible. Like yeah he also possibly still loves her. That's his sister and she was always there for him. But on the other hand, after years of cruel reprimanding, he finally had the perfect opportunity to prove his superiority.

Either way, it doesn't end happily at all. If Enki kills Ninmah and raises her as a ghoul, I'm going to assume she won't be completely herself. She's basically dead. The other route is also tragic. Enki accepts defeat and gets chucked into a well. And at the bottom, his resentment festers. Not only towards his whole diocese but also directed at Ninmah. Because if she did truly love him, why did she not rescue him? (In truth, she would've also been doubly punished, let's be real.)

Assuming they're both alive, I'm entirely convinced that they haven't spoken to each other in over a decade. Enki's probably got a LOT of indignation for his old order and, by extension, Ninmah. And Ninmah acknowledges that he's moved on. Maybe it's best they never see each other.

No wonder Enki is such a big hater. He was one of the few people born into this world with someone and yet he still ended up abandoned and alone. :,)

anywayzz that was very rambly and very sad. but did you know bc enki is green and ninmah’s red this means theyre mario and luigi coded

[sleepystawbie]

There’s a monster under wee Johnny’s bed.

Ever since they moved to Manchester there’s been something that makes weak little sniffling noises when he’s trying to go to sleep. When his mum puts the light out and closes the door. When he’s alone in the warm dark and just about to drop off. It sounded like crying, like the very quiet weeping you did when you were scared or upset but didn’t want to be found.

Johnny hasn’t needed a nightlight in months, a little orange glow in the shape of a worm that had kept him company for years. It stayed in the plug but he never flipped the switch to turn it on anymore. He was a big kid now, was gonna be an older brother.

He kept it off even after they moved into this old house that his dad bought cheap and fixed up for them to live in. He’d overheard his dad telling mum about how bad it was one night when he’d gotten up to go to the loo after too much apple juice before bed. How there had been holes in the plaster the approximate size of a fist, that there was a stain in John’s room that might’ve been blood. He’d shuddered and gone back to the safety of his covers after that and thankfully not heard the rest.

His mum talked to people, that was her job. She helped them feel better, just like she did for Johnny. She’s said if he was scared he could put his nightlight on and that was okay. Sometimes people needed a little light to sleep better. He could do it to see if the monster didn’t keep him awake, like the experiment they did at nursery with the vinegar and the baking soda, just to see what happens.

Wee Johnny put the nightlight on when his dad put him to bed that night. The sniffling was replaced with a gentle little voice, one that sounded as small as John was, saying “Thank you.” John thought he imagined it, that first night.

There wasn’t a monster under Johnny’s bed. There was a boy named Simon, and he was only there at night. He hid under the bed from his own monster and he liked the nightlight. They talked sometimes, but mostly they were quiet together. Simon liked to be quiet. It kept him safe from his monster.

One night in his little whisper of a voice he said, “He never comes to find me now you’re here. I think it’s safe if I sleep now.”

Then Wee Johnny didn’t need the nightlight again anymore.

[halfchun]

you hollow out my hungry eyes

[ravenquingvax]

Thinking about Vax and Vex hiding in the woods as kids, knowing they're in trouble back in Syngorn, trying to calm each other down before they go back home when tempers calm down - maybe one of them accidentally broke something?

I'm picturing something like the cricket ball going through the window scene from The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe.

Im imagining Vex holding a crying Vax, telling him it will be alright and trying to dry his tears as she rocks him.

I'm seeing Vax braiding Vex's hair to distract himself as Vex hums some lullaby their mother used to sing to them.

I'm picturing them making daisy chains under a big tree.

Their dad is going to be pissed, they both know it, but maybe if he has a few hours to calm down it won't be so bad when they finally go back 'home'?

Thinking about an older Vex, married with children, finding herself recalling that day when she finds out Wolfe and Leona have accidentally broke some priceless vase whilst playing catch in the hallway despite being told not to repeatedly.

Instead of running away and hiding from her and Percy, though, the twins seek her out immediately to tell her.

It's baffling at first, she would never own up to her dad if she did something wrong, but then she realises why they did it;

They're not scared of her.

They trust her.

Her children know she would never do anything to hurt them if they do something wrong.

It almost paralyses her.

Percy would find her crying later on and would ask her what happened after he calms her down somewhat - and, oh, how heartbreaking her reply is.

He probably just holds her for a while, telling her she never deserved her father's anger and mistreatment - she deserved love and kindness and support just like she gives her children.

And later, when the twins are adults themselves, they will reminisce about that day and laugh about how silly it was.

Vex will smile softly, glad that she was able to make sure that day wasn't spoiled for them over one stupid mistake.

And she hopes, wherever her brother is, he knows that their nieces and nephews will never experience what they had.

[abubblingcandle]

16 y/o jamie au pls!! 🐞🌷

Hi anon! Thank you so much for this! I hoarded this ask for a short period of time because I wanted something more to share about this fic. This ask is from this ask game (which I am always accepting asks from and my inbox is always open to talk about anything) and I've talked about 16 year old Jamie already here and here.

So I've been thinking about the culmination, what do I actually want for Jamie in this fic? I want him to end up being able to be independent, other from the grip of his dad and to be able to life his life how he wants it but with a support network. Which then got me thinkin about who do I want to be this support network?

Immediate thoughts, Ted. But Ted and Jamie in this fic are going to have a rocky af relationship as Ted doesn't really know how to treat Jamie as his own person and as a person who isn't a kid in this setting, he's a member of the team just like everyone else. This is his job, he's not looking for a dad and Ted doesn't comprehend that.

I was thinking Roy but I think Jamie needs Roy as his captain (kind of as his coach) not really anything else. He needs Roy professionally not personally.

Then it came to me ... Beard. Who else really is going to get the concept of the deep need of reclaiming your life as your own and owning your mistakes along with your triumphs because they are yours.

So yeah, I think this has accidentally turned into a Beard mentors Jamie fic and I'm not mad about it!

Here's a little snippet for your lovely ask:

“What do you want Jamie?” Beard’s question, in his typical stoic bluntness, cut through all the frenzied noise. Ted was mid sentence with the cop. Roy was about to punch the social worker if she kept talking. Georgie was crying, leaning into Simon’s shoulder and wiping at her eyes with every breath. Jamie was sat on the hospital bed, fidgeting and slowly unpicking the hem of the sling he had been forced into. He had frozen at Beard’s words and watched with an intelligent and curious glint in his eye as Beard sat down on the bed next to him. “I,” Jamie stammered, looking between all the frenzied adults but his eyes found Beard’s again. “I want to go back to London,” Jamie muttered under his breath. “Really baby? You can stay here with us,” Georgie whispered, looking up at Simon and squeezing his hand as he nodded. But Beard’s faith in him seemed to have opened the floodgates; both for the tears in Jamie’s eyes and for his words. “I just want to be. I want to be able to make my own decisions and do stupid shit on the weekend and forget to do my homework and scrape my knee climbing a tree,” he rambled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “I want to go back to that fucking house and burn everything that reminds me of him in the garden and decorate my own house that I bought with my fucking money. I want to go get lost in IKEA and then try and build stuff and lose the pieces,” Jamie’s laugh was becoming hysterical as he sobbed and everyone was frozen in place, just gawping and watching the show as any semblance of control shattered in the boy in front of them. “I want to get a hammock for the garden because I know it’s stupid and I know it’s not good for my joints but I’ve always wanted to go in one and it’s, my, life,” Jamie punched the bed with his good arm punctuating each word.

[solarmorrigan]

The guilt sets in as soon as Steve sees Eddie’s welcoming grin melt into a shocked frown as he opens the door. Steve shouldn’t be standing on Eddie’s doorstep at this hour, burdening him with his problems, but it’s a bit late for that.

Eddie is already reaching for Steve, his hands coming up towards Steve’s face so quickly that Steve can’t help the instinctive flinch, and Eddie stops immediately, abashed.

“Can I come in?” Steve asks, because he really doesn’t relish the idea of hashing this whole thing out on Eddie’s front step.

“God, yeah, in, come in.” Eddie hops aside, ushering Steve into the living room with impatient little flaps of his hand.

The moment the door is closed, Eddie is reaching for Steve again, more slowly this time, telegraphing his motions, and this time Steve lets him. They’re both tactile, they both need the reassurance, the feeling of skin on skin, and so Steve lets Eddie cup his jaw carefully, lets him run a thumb over the split in his lip that’s only just stopped bleeding, gently brush along the bruise on his cheek that, judging from the sticky-wet feeling there, must be surrounding another cut.

Rings can be a real bitch sometimes.

“Steve, what happened?” Eddie asks, and his voice is hard now, he sounds angry, and even though Steve knows—he knows—it isn’t directed at him, he can’t help the squirm it puts into his stomach anyway.

“Sorry,” he mutters, looking down, breaking Eddie’s hold. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“No, don’t be sorry, I always want you here,” Eddie says, so fucking sincere that it almost makes Steve want to cry. “But what–”

Steve shakes his head; he’s tired, his face hurts, his brain is screaming on about three different levels, and he doesn’t have the words to explain to Eddie what happened. He just doesn’t, not right this minute.

“…Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” Eddie says after a moment, and some of the tension leeches from Steve’s shoulders, so relieved that Eddie understands.

[Part 5 of the For What it's Worth series. The rest can be read on Ao3!]

[red-rover-au]

I love their terrible little family so much dsnsksj

[chloroformcurry]

Two Magdalenas for Mexican Independence Day, and two older more grim images of her when she was little + her felon twin brother

[sliebman10]

Curse

(cw: implied child abuse)

When Remus opened the door to the dorm, he noticed right away Sirius's curtains were closed. He went over, uncertainly.

"Sirius?" he said, tentatively. He could hear the other boy sniffling.

"Go away."

"No," Remus said.

"I don't want to talk."

Remus poked his head inside to see Sirius curled up tightly, facing away from him. He crawled into the other boy's bed and pulled him close.

The scene in class just a few minutes earlier had been bad. Sirius answered a question about the Cruciatus Curse, and Remus and James had exchanged a glance. He'd answered correctly, but also sounded as though he'd actually experienced this particular curse. Both boys were aware of Sirius's home life, but they didn't have all the details.

Of course it had to be bloody Snape to whisper, "You'd have to be pretty terrible for your own parents to curse you." Sirius snapped and pulled out his wand to hex him before the DADA teacher pulled them apart. They'd both gotten detention.

Remus didn't say anything more. He just held Sirius until he began to relax.

Word count: 182

@wolfstarmicrofic

[yelling-space]

sex hcs

// Might be a lil heavy 4 a first post idk??? thought it be a good indicator of what u can expect from me in relation 2 each charter encase that's sming u want 2 avoid tho,

so enjoy this short summary the Main 4s feelings on/relationship with sex and daans here 2 for some reason

none the left over colours fitted Enki so i made him pink 2 spite him

Cw :(Impyed) child prostitution + s/a

Cahara

-whore by birth,slut by choise

-has a hate-love relationship with sex(regardless position) and kinda treats it like a "get out of jail free" card, rellised from a young age the amount of horrble suitions he can get out of if he opens his mouth a lil wider and swings his hips a little

-can be pear pressured/guilted into agreeing 2 sex + for as mutch as hes into and enjoys sex he feels so gross and unclean and not comfy in his own skin after regadles who its with (he will internaly throw up and try 2 rip his skin of if you call him "exotic")

-will cry if he has totally normal fully consensual sane safe sex w a partner/ his wife

-doesnt understand the religious belifes of immodesty or sodomy esply when those higher up dont tend 2 practice what they preach , OPPOSITE of a prude , open whore.

D'arce

-closeted butch top that didnt realize her desire to fuck pretty men was actually her lesbian soul shining through

-lotta her,,,less practical ,vewis on sex stem from deep rooted homophba + was 2 goal oriented and determined 2 became a knight 2 even think about or consider it before espacping the dugon

-full heartedly believed all women harbour a disgust 4 the male sex organ and that coupes just did not have sex endless it was 2 convive a child , as you can imagine she was in for a surprise when discovering that was not the case.

-horrifically inexperienced and guided by her desire to dominate, and thus becomes known for owning The Scary Strap" that medieval men are afraid of

Enki

-Dead body fucker. That Necromancy spell is NOT going to just go too waist ,

-not all that interested in sex in general and never really saw any reason to engage with it when spell books are literally RIGHT there . saying that he most definitely gets of on having something completely under his control regardless what end the "fucked-fucking" scale he's on

- not really into sex with living people + how he's probably kind of inexperienced due to an isolated upbringing hence the want for control over puppeteering a sexual partner (dead body), or the high he gets off inflicting acts of sadism given how his ideas of intimacy have been twisted from childhood

-100%%%%%%% a fucking freek btw just cuz hes not 2 instered in sex dosnt mean hes not a fucking freek man fucks dead people and probs vry mutch into s/m

Rag

-wife kink. you don't understand how much he loves his wife.

-probs thinks sex is something shared between two lovers and is something meant 2 be full of affection and enjoyed by both party's

-probs see's s/a being viewed as something incredibly disrespectful, cowardly and the abuser deserve of death getting his shit kicked in (this is funny because i like 2 imagen rag starts projecting his dead wife onto cahara when he starts 2 lose it in the dungeon)

-did not know sex work existed or brothels were a thing, got jump scared by it when taking cahra back 2 see his wife with the others , he was vry confused and not rly sure where he was MENT 2 look so spent most the time with his eyes glued to the floor, celling or his friends faces (he respects women even if he's not rly sure what's going on)

Daan

-lil sex adictic freek , dosnt even realy enjoy sex that much,just so used 2 it being apart his life hes not entirely sure what 2 do without it,+allows himself to ast least feel incontrol the situion (for once in his life) cus he knows what the goal is and faster he gets it over with faster he'll be left to his own devices again.

-sex is all he rly knowns and grown up around, as well as one the only things hes ever seen actually be meaningful to anybody,regardless there relationships with there partner. but it feels like its something he owes people/doesnt really enjoy it regardless if he acrly wants it or not.

-dosnt proply understand how relationships work or that there's more 2 them then just sex (or that people could even *want* him for more then sex for that matter)

-sex was allways seen as something transactional or something for control - cant have any of that with fagcat, but can at least indulge in it in a way that makes him feel like he's way 2 finally has some small aspect control his life again.

-Honesty like ¾ his sex life is just him being abused by Pocketcat

[lexa-ocean]

And it's okay

I'll wear the make up

I'll do whatever he wants all night

'Cause you were okay, okay

As a girlfriend, girlfriend

But I was just more like real life

(For my TMNT iteration, TMNT: Reptile Rampage)

Tfw ur a teenager w a shit dad and ur halfway convinced good parents are a myth but then u meet a bunch of mutant sewer turtles who actually have a good dad????????? (⚆ᗝ⚆)

Since i just finished this today, I might as well use it as propagando for @tmntaucompetition !!!!!!

[morganski-19]

Thumbs

Based on the song by Lucy Dacus cw: implied child abuse, implied violence

Eddie places the phone back on the receiver, not releasing his hand after the little click of the receiver turning off. There’s a far-off look in his eye, just gazing off into the distance at nothing. Mouth slightly agape, breathing deeply while standing otherwise perfectly still. 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, walking softly to Eddie. 

“That was my dad. Said he was in town, wanted to meet.”

He reaches across to Eddie’s hand, peeling the fingers off of the phone one by one and holding them in his hand. “You don’t have to see him. You don’t owe him that.”

“I couldn’t say no,” Eddie says, a line of tears filling his fixed gaze. “It was like I was ten years old again.”

“I’ll go with you, so you’re not alone with him.”

A single tear falls down Eddie's cheek as he nods, breaking his rigid stance as he starts to crumble. Steve pulls him in close, holding his head close to his chest while he cries. Tears for his younger self full of fear and pain, and tears that he’ll have to go through it all again. 

When they enter the bar, there’s a man sitting at a table, waving with the smile of someone who thinks they’ve done nothing wrong. Eddie grips Steve’s hand and gives him a look. He knows that Eddie doesn’t want to do this, but knows that he can’t say no. Never could, not when he knew what his father’s capable of. 

They walk over and sit down, Eddie releasing his grip on Steve’s hand. The man before them calls over a waiter before even saying hello, ordering a rum and coke. The idea of drinking either of them now tainted with the bile the man emits. His presence is looming like a haze, sending chills down his spine and clouding his vision. With one word, Steve would strike, get them as far away from him, and never look back. But Eddie agreed to this, and maybe this will be the end of this. Maybe he’ll never have to see his father again. 

“Kid, I gotta tell you. You look great. I mean you’re all grown now. What are you now, 23? I sent you a check for your birthday, did you get it?” The words roll off his tongue like they’re meant to be there. As if he was some distant relative you saw at a party once a year. A role that was never his to play. He didn’t get to do that just because he decided that being a father was harder. 

Eddie grabs Steve’s knee under the table, squeezing it. “I didn’t.” The words said innocently as if he didn’t know what question was coming next. 

“You’ll have to give me your address then, the one Wayne gave me must have been the wrong one.”

Steve knew what he was doing. Trying to force himself back into Eddie’s life, trying to get back into his head. It wasn’t going to work, not with Steve. No one gets to manipulate Eddie into anything, especially this. 

Eddie squeezes Steve’s knee harder, digging his nails into his jeans. “I’m sure it was the right one,” is all he says, forcing a smile, a phantom compared to the ones he normally wears. Steve doesn’t even know how he can smile right now at all. 

“I’m sure your friend here would give it to me. Wouldn’t you,” he gestures for Steve to fill in his name. 

“Steve,” he says curtly. “And I’m sure Wayne gave you the right one. The mail can just be slow.”

He glares into the man’s eyes, furious at what he sees. They're the same eyes he looks into every day, the same eyes he loves. But they're different here, crueler, darker. He hates that Eddie got anything from him. Hates that something that makes Eddie so Eddie can be traced back to him. 

The man moves on, unwilling to admit that he lost his upper hand. He just keeps talking, stories of prison mates, and filling in the gaps of Eddie’s life in his mind with stories he could only wish were true. You’re prom was like that, wasn’t it, Ed? I’m sure you’ve stolen a few cars now and then. My son, getting the grades and breaking hearts, right? 

Eddie just smiles when he feels his dad is looking for one. He doesn’t have a right to that smile, to anything that Eddie has. These stories that he’s creating are a false narrative of Eddie’s life, built to make him feel bad for not fulfilling them. In reality, all of what his dad could come up with was wrong. Eddie was so much more than his dad could ever see.

They sit there, listening to the man talk for what feels like an eternity, but was really only an hour. Eddie is so stiff sitting beside Steve, so afraid to move. He’s said so little this entire time, just nodding and agreeing with whatever his dad says. The fear is present in his eyes, Steve knows that’s only fueling the man across from them to continue. He hates it. 

He imagines what would happen if there was no one else here. If Steve would run into this man without Eddie here to stop him. Only one would walk away and he wouldn’t regret it, not for one moment. No one gets to make Eddie feel like this, ever. Not if Steve can help it. Even now he can picture pressing into the eyes that they share, making sure only one of them has them left. That they’re Eddie’s and Eddie’s alone. He doesn’t need to see any reminder of this man in the mirror every day. 

Steve clears his throat. “We should be getting home. We have that dinner with Robin, remember.”

Eddie turns to look at Steve, thanks traveling through with just a gaze. “Right.”

“You boys need a ride?”

“No, that’s alright,” Steve supplies, already standing, making sure to puff out his chest just a bit to look more intimidating. 

Eddie stands and turns without another word, walking away while his father yells out a goodbye, cursing him for not doing the same. When the doors close behind them, Eddie grabs Steve’s hand again, letting out all of the breath in his lungs. Steve says nothing but squeezes Eddie’s hand to let him know he’s here. 

When they start walking, he tenses up again. “I can feel him watching.”

Steve turns his head, seeing the man a block behind them, watching from a distance. “Turn left, we’ll walk the other way for a while.”

That while ended up being a mile. It didn’t need to be, after a few blocks the man gave up, leaving them to the road. That didn’t matter though, it was better to be safe. When it was finally far enough away, Steve hailed a cab, bringing them home. 

Eddie collapses into him when they get back to their apartment, hugging him close, not letting him go. “I hate him,” he cries. “I hate that I’m related to him.”

“No, you’re not. Not to me. Other than blood, that man is nothing to you. Nothing important anyway.” Steve takes Eddie’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears. “Blood means nothing, not when it treats you like that. You don’t owe him shit, never do, never will, no matter what he says.”

More tears stream out of Eddie’s eyes as Steve presses a kiss to his forehead, wrapping him up in another hug. He holds him close as the tears come and just keep coming. 

The fact that Eddie can even smile at all after what that man put him through is an amazement. He’s seen joy shine through his face more times than he can count, and not once has it been fake. The person who he clutches to his chest is nothing like his father. And that only makes him better. He grew up to be the exact person that his father would hate if he ever got to know. To Steve, that’s an accomplishment. As far as he’s concerned, that man is the epitome of everything that’s bad, and Eddie is everything that’s good.

“If he calls again, give the phone to me, ok. You’ll never have to hear his voice again if you don’t want to. You owe him nothing, not another word.”

And it’s true. Eddie gives him nothing more than he already gave today. The next time the man calls, he gives the phone to Steve. He didn’t hold back that time, filling the line with how much the man failed, how much of a disappointment and a terror he was. Steve hung up before he even got a word in. 

It wasn’t the last phone call, but it was the last either of them ever paid attention to. Every other time, the phone was hung back up on the wall before he could end the sentence. Because he didn’t deserve anything, so they didn’t give it to him. 

[lexezombie]

So Creek + the Chef Bergen,,, huh,,

yeah I gave em kids cus ofc I did,,

extra notes:

Tbh they were an accident

It was a fling! one night stand! they swear!

Creek n Chef didn't think they could reproduce given,,, ykno,,,

Oops quadruplets!

Chef named them (obviously)

Creeks an awful dad who plays favourites and rewards his kids for out-performing each other

Chef couldn't care if any of them exist or survive

She is kinda fond of Scallion though

Onion + Scallion are treated the best

Garlic does her own thing

Spud is barely noticed by either parent (usually fed by Onion)

Clothes r made from scraps (creek has new pants dw)

Spud is wearing part of a plastic bag yes

Spuds colours are in fact duller cus, like Branch, he's depressed : (

[ravenquingvax]

thinking about Vex and Vax protecting each other in their own little ways

Vax takes the physical brunt of everything. Nothing ever touches Vex if he can help it, but he often gets severely injured while shielding her

Vex stands up for Vax in arguments and shuts off her own emotions when he needs her to hold him together, stunting her own emotional development so that Vax never has to hide his tears

Vax making dodgy deals that keep Vex safe, but that puts his own life in jeopardy without a second thought

Vex running in with reckless abandon to save Vax with no thought for anyone else, endangering everyone to protect her twin

Vax redirecting Syldor's anger onto himself to protect Vex from as much of it as possible, ultimately hurting her more because she has to watch him suffer for her

Vex growing to hate their mother for letting this all happen to her kids, to Vax, and Vax being hurt by it

the twins would do anything for each other, including killing others or actually dying

Once upon a time they were somewhat carefree kids with a safe, loving home

Now they are trained hunters relearning how to live after surviving many horrors

But don't think about hurting either of them for a second

Because where one goes, the other is never far behind...

And they will do ANYTHING for their beloved twin