#( okay maybe not atticus. )

[sforzesco]

if you've ever wondered how long something can sit in my WIP folder, this one is probably the idea I've been kicking around the longest

so. you see. what happened was.

last year I was reading about socratic dialogues in the renaissance right. only at one point, I got it confused with platonic discussions, and when you start reading about platonic discussions of love, you run into marsilio ficino, and I just kind of. stayed there until I ran out of books to read, and finally decided to finish this up!

Plato's Persona: Marsilio Ficino, Renaissance Humanism, and Platonic Traditions, Denis J. J. Robinchaud

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[personaei]

character inspirations for kalecgos ( warcraft )

christian ( moulin rogue! )

colonel brandon ( sense & sensibility )

atticus finch ( to kill a mockingbird )

luke skywalker ( star wars )

ken ( barbie )

king caspian x ( the chronicles of narnia )

li shang ( mulan )

charles bingley ( pride & prejudice )

gandalf the white ( the lord of the rings )

[aberooski]

your trademark is always giving alexis the respect she deserves and having her save atticus in some way shape or form 💫

The way I actually love that so damn much ✋😭/pos

AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN! Y'ALL DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S ALL COOKING IN MY MIND, CIRCLING AROUND AND AROUND IN MY MINDROWAVE 👀

[fals3nd]

@denouemente said ; i appreciate you coming down here. from atticus for nancy

"of course!" nancy smiles over her cup of coffee and muffin as she leans forward in the booth of the small, 24 hour diner she's found herself in, "i mean, how could i resist? it sounds like you've found something really interesting, atticus." there's a certain gleam in her eyes. it's been called her case-hungry look by friends in the past. she has to be, to have jumped on a plane and flown here with little explanation other than a request for her presence, though it's far from the first time she's impulse purchased a plane ticket in the middle of the night.

[fruityjunction]

-Due to the vulnerable state of emotions he's in, Atticus took Bragi's slight attitude a little bit too much to heart. He wasn't TRYING to be so difficult about showing how he really feels towards things or following his own set of rules.. it was just hard to really come to terms with these emotions of his after masking them deep inside for so long.. Why he can't even remember the last time he felt this exposed.. he knows it must be the same way for Bragi when it comes to being honest so possibly he could sympathize with him but from what it seems- he's more irritated with him than anything else right now.. and with that it just.. made him feel even more dejected-

-That sense of guilt and sorrow just escalated when he felt the shooting, stinging pain send through his body every time Bragi touched his wounds on his right hand this time with disinfectant. He made quiet whines and grunts at the pain as his arm shivered from the feeling. Thankfully Bragi was quick about it and he was able to calm down slightly afterwards..-

-Atticus looked at his bandaged knuckles and then back at Bragi with a glum face-

" 𝐔𝐦... 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞... 𝐁𝐮𝐭.. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?...."

-He somehow sounded more miserable than before-

" NO!! I WAS BEING SINCERE!! "

-Atticus stands up quickly as he blurts this out. It doesn't take more than a second before he realizes how loudly he reacted to Bragi's response. Slowly, he sits back down on the edge of the tub-

" 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭.. 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢- 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 "

-He never expected Bragi to use his own advice back at him like this but.. maybe it was better off this way- sometimes it helped to be reminded of things- even if it is his own statements he's being reminded of-

-Atticus slowly but surely gives his right hand to Bragi. He really did NOT want to go through this for the second time now but- it needed to get done. He looked uneasy at Bragi, he was trying not to anticipate when it was going to happen- he knew it'd be soon but he didn't know when- that seemed to scare him more than anything else right now-

" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡.. 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥- 𝐬𝐨.. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 "

-You could hear the anxiety in his voice. It wasn't as calm or serious like it normally was-

[baby-dr1ver]

girls night in, guys night out

a/n: hello everyone! this is my second installment of dad!lando series. most of these can be read as one-shots but some (in the future) will connect. anyway, enjoy!

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pairing: dad!lando x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, so much fluff, tooth rotting, kinda pouty lando lol

--you invite the WAGS over while the boys go out. Lando isn’t happy about leaving Atticus before bed time, but the guys are okay with being delayed after seeing the precious  moment between the three of you 

Getting Lando to go out has been difficult. Which is weird because Lando is a party animal-he sokes up everyone's energy and has never turned down going to a club. 

But ever since Atticus was born, parties and club visits have slowed down…almost to a stop completely. After every race, win or lose, he’d come back to the hotel room to the two if you. Curled up in bed by 9:30 instead of celebrating with the grid. 

Now that winter break was in full swing, you’d been pushing him to see his friends, even if it was just dinner. He’d always respond the same, “I’d rather be here with you and Atty.” And while that was sweet, he NEEDED to get out of the house. So, you invited all the WAG’s over while the guys tried to wrestle Lando into some “going out clothes” instead of his usual sweatpants and shirt covered in spit up and whatever else his gremlin threw at him. 

“Baby c’mon, it’s one night away.” Lando huffed as he flung himself on the bed. He was half dressed, desperately trying to convince you to let him stay home with the girls and Atticus. 

“What if this one night throws our whole routine out of whack?! What if he resents me? What if he stops-” you put a hand over his mouth before he could get another word out, knowing exactly 

what he was gonna say. “Lan, I seriously doubt that our baby who is 9 months old, will stop loving you because you went out for one night.” He pouts and pulls you down to lay with him. He looks over to the bassinet next to your bed, listening to your baby boy shuffle around. Lan knew he was overthinking things, maybe he really did need a night out. 

“Alright, I’ll go.” he said so lowly, you almost missed it. Almost. 

You sprung up and grabbed Atticus from the crib. “Why don’t you throw that black button up on and we’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Lando cocked his head to the side confused. “Can’t let you leave without helping me give him his night time bottle.” His face lit up with excitement. Lando got into action as you made your way downstairs. 

As you walked down to greet everyone, you couldn’t help but look down at the carbon copy of Lando in your arms. Same nose, same eyes and ears, same cheeky smile-you felt a little sad Lando was leaving but you knew this was what he needed. 

By the time Lando had made his way to the kitchen, you had already dimmed the lights and had everything laid out and ready. He stood back for a moment and watched the two most important people in his life be so entranced by one another, totally blocking out the rest of the world. He made his way up behind, careful not to make you jump, and laid a delicate kiss in your shoulder. 

“Hi” you whispered, never taking your eyes off Atticus. “Hi baby,” he replied with a small squeeze to your waist. “hi other baby.” he laughed to himself as his mini me just peered up at him. “Grab the bottles for me? Everything’s ready, just need to feed the little bean.” Lando nodded and grabbed the warm sippy cup full of milk and handed it to you. 

“Here why don't you” you paused and decided it would be easier to show him. You turned so you faced a little away from lando and brought him closer. You replaced the arm holding his legs with Landos so he supported his body too. He must have got the message because suddenly he let out a long breath and leaned into you. 

“Better?” He nodded and swayed a little to try and lull Atticus to sleep quickly. You all got comfortable under the dim lighting of the kitchen, Lando laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. The little one looked up at you both with his big blue/green eyes, and reached out towards his dad. Lando stuck out his finger for him to grapple onto and just about glued himself to the floor so he’d never have to leave. 

You chuckled as you watched the pout form onto Lando’s face and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Atty let out a soft sigh through his nose, a sign he was on the brink of sleep. One trick you and Lando both knew would get him to sleep, was singing to him. 

He loved any music, whether it was rock, 80’s, indie, pop, EDM, you could always find Atticus Norris moving around to music.

But what really mesmerized him was the silky voice of Frank Sinatra or Doris Day. You quietly hummed “Dream a Little Dream of Me” while gently tracing his delicate features. “Sing for me?” lando asked as he looked over at you with identical eyes. You blushed and looked away as you softly started to sing. “..stars shining bright above you.” 

“Night breezes seemed to whisper, I love you.” you inhaled sharply as you heard Lando try to carry a proper tune. “Babe, don’t laugh.” You giggled and nudged you shoulder against his cheek. 

“I’m not, I promise, it’s cute. Love when you try to sing along.” Lando scoffed in mock offense as he started to try and defend himself without waking the babe. What you both failed to notice was that he had already fallen asleep, resting all his weight against the two of you. Still gripping onto Lando’s hand, the nipple of the cup was still stuck in his mouth. 

You could see the battle behind Lando’s eyes so you spoke up, “Wanna put him to bed? I’m sure the guys won’t mind being late by a few minutes." Lando smiled and nodded. You transferred the rest of Atticus’ limbs to him and watched him walk upstairs with all the grace in the world. 

Before you could really process, you heard sniffling behind you. You whipped around and saw the girls with their phones out, tear tracks on their faces. “...is everything alright?” 

Kika scoffed, “Alright? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed!” the girls around her nodded as they dabbed their faces dry.

They disappeared around the corner, presumably to say goodbye to the HAB’s and you heard murmuring. 

“You can’t make him go! Please he won’t survive!”

“You didn’t see it, i have never seen him NOT wanna go out like that.”

“What?! He’s going out, I don’t care if I have to drag him by his curls out the door.” 

You giggled as you heard Max’s voice get louder. “Whatcha laughing about?” Lando asked as he came down the stairs. 

“Oh nothing, I just think that the guys are gonna leave you here if you don’t hurry.” he only grumbled and yelled. “Yeah I’m coming, I’m coming!” and disappeared out the door.

[another-argo]

**OPEN STARTER**

TW: uhh.. listen. this is the worst the villain arc is gonna get. so I have no idea how this post is gonna go. I will try to tag/ask if people are comfortable as I go? but. yeah. it's gonna probably be gory.

so probably TW for murder, torture, descriptions of gore and blood and general insanity from Argo/Atticus. maybe mentions of SH? Who knows we shall see

still here? okay!

They had been gone from camp. Everyone thought it was safe. That they were going to leave everyone alone.

No.

Standing in the middle of camp, a couple of campers already surrounding them. You can't tell if your fellow campers are dead or not. But you can tell this person is... humming.

You see other campers, sitting in a goldem bubble- slowly suffocating- too slow to even breathe.

You see others screaming- crying, an aura of panic and discord overcoming them.

Amongst all of this is Argo. He's laughing, looking at this with a sick joy.

What do you do?

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[raayllum]

I think the sad thing is that Viren didn't have to coin Kpp'Ar, y'know? Yes, the old man had threatened him, but there was no way Kpp'Ar was going to reach King Atticus that night to tell him of Viren's choice/betrayal, let alone before Viren could save Soren.

Viren could've hurried home, uncorrupted, probably gotten the tears from Lissa consensually because she wouldn't have been scared of him, and then saved Soren.

There would've been consequences. Maybe banishment from court or Katolis (at best), or arrest / imprisonment (at worst). But the rest of his family would've been Okay.

But Kpp'Ar had said "You will lose everything" (your position, your status, etc) and Viren couldn't have that, so he coined his mentor and set off a domino affect... until he really had Lost Literally Everything, and it was too late.

[dcrkdesiires]

he doesn't say a word.

he should. he should say something, offer her a hand, try to help her escape the sticky situation she's found herself in. that's what a good neighbor would do. they would reach down, grab her by the legs, tug her to freedom. but a good neighbor wouldn't be crawling through what he thought was an empty house at midnight. the parents were out on a date, according to the gossip. the daughters were out at a party.

they were supposed to be, but it seems the younger sister is still here. dark eyes fall to where she's practically presented to him, creamy thighs reflecting the dull light from outside. it's dark both inside and out. no one would see him. no one would ever know...

he steps forward, hooking his thumbs into the hem of her dress, and pushes the fabric up. then, he hooks them into her underwear. and, in a moment of no return, slides them down those smooth thighs.

open to: m/f/nb 21+ (rules)

connection: any (age gap + taboo welcome); (step)relative, neighbor, friend, friend of her parents/sister, significant other of her sister, cop/state trooper, stranger/opportunist

premise: sulli has gotten herself stuck sneaking in or out (decide based on what makes sense for your muse) of her first floor bedroom window... it's stuck p.orn okay (bonus points for non or dubc.on but happy to have her be/come more enthusiastic if you're not okay with that)

muse: marsaili "sulli" craft (21-25 / bisexual / submissive) ܓ let me know if you prefer one of her alt fcs

"ow!" sulli gasped aloud as the heavy, old wooden window dropped against her back. she slapped her own hand against her mouth to try to stifle the noise, knowing she would be in trouble if she was caught. she'd never even thought about sneaking out before, but her friends had said this was a party she couldn't miss. it was why she'd borrowed a dress (so much shorter than anything she owned) from her older sister's closet, which was now dangerously close to tearing as it had snagged on a loose nail; trying to free the fabric without ripping anything had been what had caused the window to fall in the first place. the movement to try to quiet herself had caused her to lose balance; she would have been in even more danger if not for a hand that suddenly steadied her from behind. "oh my gosh, thank you," she said appreciatively, though she couldn't see who it was. "i'm... i'm a little stuck. could you help me, please?"

[letters-from-himring-hill]

Every single time I reread Morwen's first 48 hours in Terrafell in light of new character information, I find that I've underestimated just how utterly surreal those 48 hours were for Gavrel. They were surreal for Morwen too, obviously, but for her it was because she'd been yanked into a new world and was figuring out how it worked. Atticus definitely got a case of emotional whiplash, but I don't think that he ever doubted that his experiences were real. But Gavrel. Gavrel. This man's reality got flipped on its head so hard I think he's still processing it two weeks later.

So. He's coming back to his house after a fight in the Dungeon. He's injured. His familiars, whom he'd had for ten years (five in the game, five in person) are dead. They were the only beings he could really call friends in this world, and now they're gone. Also, everyone in town hates him, so he can't go to anyone for help with his injury.

There are three residents of his side of town. The other two live as far from him as possible. Except. Someone is in the house next door. It belonged to one of his friends back when he was in his home world and had friends. He stops to mourn the fact that he's going to lose one more piece of his childhood - what little is left of it.

The house's occupant comes out. He says hi and introduces himself, because...he should say something. She does not recoil from him in disgust or flinch back in fear. She invites him inside. Oh, and her name isn't a name. He knows this world and Asterians are not named "Morwen Winterthorne".

Possibility 1: He has lost the plot. Nope, he doesn't have an insanity buff. This is...real?

Possibility 2: She is trying to kill him. He takes this as his working theory. Morwen apologises for her house being dusty (weird) and offers him a chair by the fire (he is soaking wet as well as bleeding) (weirder). She says she came from outside Terrafell. There are no player characters in this world. She asks if he's injured. She sounds...concerned? People aren't concerned about him. She's trying to lull him into a false sense of security and then stab him.

He tells her about the friend who owned this house. (Maybe with all the grief, it just spills out. Maybe he's probing for more information.) She puts her hand on his shoulder. Okay, this is where she stabs him. She doesn't stab him. (Weird.) He asks why she's in Terrafell. She tells him she came by accident, without knowing how. (That's the exact way he arrived.) He tackles her flat and demands answers, and finds out that she's from his world.

For the first time in five years he is not alone! Oh, and she's never played a video game in her life. She is going to die. He's got to train her, because maybe there's actual hope that he won't die alone in the Dungeon. He takes her off to a training ground, does a basic spell, and lets her imitate him. This will probably take weeks for her to master, right?

The first try, she doesn't manage anything. She tries again. The room fills with magic. Then it explodes.

She's out for 28 hours. When she wakes up, she immediately tells him he looks awful and asks if he's okay, while unable to sit up from magic overuse. He takes her to Atticus, who can cure the magic overuse, explains that this might get him killed, because Atticus hates him, and - she's mad? She doesn't want him to die? She tells him they are friends. 🥺🥺🥺 He doesn't have friends. Why would she want to be his frie---oh he's being slammed into a bookcase. This is much more familiar territory. Uh oh, Atticus is scaring Morwen. ATTICUS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO SCARE MORWEN. NO. LET ME GO.

Morwen talks them out of the situation and then she hugs him. (He's got broken ribs but he's not telling her that. He is receiving Positive Physical Contact for the first time in years and also she would feel guilty for hugging him if she knew and clearly it is comforting to her.) (He has to sleep to heal from his injuries. Ugh. Sleep is annoying.)

He comes over to visit the next morning. Morwen knows about Star Wars! He can reference Star Wars! She is also a Geek and appreciates Geek Things. Then she goes off to train at the Adventurers' Guild.

Okay, he has a friend. What do you do with a friend. Well. She's going to training, she has no skills and no food in her house. He's a good cook! He can make her food! When he does, she thanks him and hugs him. Hugs are weird because she's not stabbing him, BUT he seems to be getting a good grade in Friend. (This is both normal to want and possible to achieve.)

After supper he finds out that Morwen fought things she should really not have fought. This is familiar territory! She needs medical attention. He's got first-aid skills. He can do this! He does not mention that he is this world's version of a doctor. He DOES offer to treat her injuries in a way that is easily interpreted as a romantic overture (he does not pick up on this). Things become very awkward for everyone for a bit, and then Morwen expresses protectiveness of him and tells him he's not broken. He, naturally, explains that he is and why. Morwen thinks this is the saddest thing she's ever heard and hugs him again. They both have a bit of a breakdown, and the upshot of it all is that now they trust each other implicitly and would die for each other.

In a little more than two days he's gone from absolute isolation to having a very loyal friend by the most SURREAL process possible. It just amuses me. And also makes me sad for him, but the emotional rollercoaster he's on is still amusing.

@scleroticstatue @exploding-the-wine-cellar @kanerallels @sweetcardamom

@awwyeah-rambles @sunflowergardens-world

[goodlucktai]

too well tangled

rise of the tmnt post-movie / canon divergent word count: 1k characters: disaster twins

this was my bonus piece for the digital @turtlestogetherzine !

title borrowed from atticus—“you will never be unloved by me / you are too well tangled in my soul”

read on ao3

x

So it turns out that sixteen minutes in the prison dimension is about six months outside it. Give or take. 

Donnie calls it a temporal differential. Leo’s third day back was spent being gently interrogated within an inch of his life. For every answer he gave, Donnie’s face got a little darker. 

He seems a lot older than the last time Leo saw him. Everyone does. They all look at Leo like he’ll disappear into thin air if they blink too many times. 

He expects it to wear off eventually. He’s only confined to the infirmary for a week and a half, and on bedrest for a week after that, but even a month later Raph and Mikey continue to stick to him like glue. 

“I’m okay,” Leo tells them, when his bad leg seizes up and he staggers on his way to the breakfast table and Mikey’s face crumples horribly. Raph just huffs and lifts Leo clean off his feet to carry him the rest of the way. Swallowing past the uncertain lump in his throat, Leo adds playfully, “I mean, I’m not one to complain about the all-star treatment, but—”

“Good,” Raph rumbles, “then don’t.”

“Sorry if we’re being annoying,” Mikey says with a brightness in his tone that doesn’t sit quite right. He’s said that like fifty times since Leo came back. “We just—we missed you, Lee.” 

And what is Leo supposed to say to that? 

“Annoying? Please,” he scoffs. “I’m the king of everything obnoxious. You couldn’t annoy me if you tried.”

When Raph lowers him into a seat, Leo lifts his arm in invitation for Mikey to scoot his chair up right next to his, and then wraps him up in a tight hug. Mikey slots into his side like he belongs there, and he does, he always will, but it’s just a bit different than Leo remembers. 

Mikey is still his little brother. But only by a few months now. Leo’s seventeenth birthday came and went without him. 

And a part of him—this nameless little part that lives in the back of his mind, that’s lived there ever since dad made him team leader and ripped the rug out from under his feet—thinks that’s why Donnie doesn’t know how to be around him anymore.

He’s a constant presence. He’s a solid pillar for Leo to lean against when his legs don’t want to hold him up. But they don’t know what to say to each other. That unspoken understanding, that twin thing—it’s gone. 

Or so Leo thinks. 

Big Mama is more of a weird estranged relative than a mortal enemy these days, but she’s an entrepreneur first, eccentric wine aunt second. When she gets a big business idea, all bets are off. Leo can kind of respect that. It’s really thrilling and a little fun trying to match wits with a criminal mastermind, like high-stakes 5D chess. 

But her invitations could use some work. Sending a bunch of burly yokai in Grand Nexus uniforms to intercept the turtles on their way to Run of the Mill for dinner is a scheme that could have used a bit more time on the workshop table. 

Immediately Leo’s brothers close ranks around him. He’s allowed to run around in his leg brace at this point, but he has, in no uncertain terms, NOT been cleared to fight. He can tell from the set of Raph and Mikey’s shoulders that they’re beyond ticked off, but he can’t read Donnie’s posture at all. 

It’s bad timing, but suddenly Leo is preoccupied with those dark little thoughts he’s been having recently. Maybe Donnie isn’t happy to have him around. It’s been a lot of extra work, right? Dealing with the prodigal brother’s physical therapy and night terrors aside, now Donnie can’t even pick up some pizza without having to play bodyguard. 

So Leo is distracted—sue him. He’s got a lot going on. When an owl guard grabs him by the arm, he’s not ready for it. The yank backwards causes him to stumble, bad knee bending underneath him. 

The guard seems to loom over him for a moment. The evening gloom of the alleyway and the lurid glow of a nearby neon sign makes Leo’s brain sprint right back to the prison dimension. A distressed chirp works its way out of him before he can fully reorient himself. Add that to his ever-growing list of Good Reasons To Fake His Own Death. 

Big Mama’s goon looks surprised by the sound, grip relenting on Leo’s arm immediately. He wouldn’t do that if he were here for villainous reasons. So Big Mama probably actually considers kidnapping via sudden ambush to be a halfway decent method of picking her nemeses-slash-nephews up for an evening visit. 

Leo only has a second to think, Okay, I can work with this, turning up the charm and pretending like he can’t still feel the aftershocks of panic, before he’s being yanked again. 

This time he’s pulled right in against Donnie’s side, a strong arm around his carapace. There’s a burst of light and warmth—bright purple and overheated electronics, he’d know his brother’s ninpo anywhere—and they’re surrounded by a gleaming, glowing arsenal. 

The owl guard didn’t have a chance in hell. Donnie still doesn’t really look at Leo, not once as Mikey and Raph rush over, not even on the empty-handed trek back home. 

But he sits next to Leo on the couch while Mikey enlists Raph and papa’s help with dinner since their pizza run failed. The bickering and Mikey’s cooking playlist create a familiar, comfortable backdrop where it swells out of the kitchen. Donnie’s shoulder knocks against Leo’s. It feels like how it used to. 

Before he can lose courage, Leo blurts, “The thing I miss most from before is being twins with you.”

As soon as he says it, he wants to take it back. This is more mortifying than all of those initial grueling physical therapy sessions combined. 

He’s scrambling for an escape route that isn’t just hobbling away as fast as he can, or portaling to the bottom of the ocean, when Donnie suddenly says, “Draxum said we hatched together. We’ve been together all our lives. You’re pulling our twin card just because I'm finally taller than you?”

Leo sputters. “By an inch!”

Donnie raises an eyebrow at him, waiting with uncharacteristic patience for Leo to catch up. Maybe that’s what he’s been doing this whole time. 

Eyes stinging, Leo slouches into Donnie’s side. The softshell matches him, his cheek coming to rest on the top of Leo’s head. It reminds Leo of hugging Mikey earlier that morning at the breakfast table. 

Leo still fits here. There’s a good chance he always will. 

“Guess this finally makes me the older twin, huh, Nardo?”

It surprises Leo into laughter, maybe the first big loud laugh to come tripping out of him since well before the invasion. Conversation in the kitchen grinds to a halt and Mikey and Raph come barreling out a second later all covered in flour, eager to catch him in the act, to get in on it. 

“Sorry, Tello,” Leo says, grinning, not very sorry at all. “Not in this lifetime.”

[bee-tone]

Headcanons about how the SV kids nickname their Pokémon:

Juliana: Has no naming scheme whatsoever. Goes purely off of vibes. Her Quaquaval is named Crackers. Her Gholdengo is named Tintan. It's short for Tintannabulate. Her Clodsire is Sir Tweedle. There are no laws here.

Nemona: People names. Juan the Tauros. Guiseppe the Pawmot. Dave the Skeledirge. Whatever feels right.

Arven: "Doesn't nickname his Pokémon" (He does, but it's just shortened versions of the species. Mabostiff is Massy. Greedent is Greedy. Toedscruel is Toedy. No one must know.)

Penny: Doesn't change much, but she does substitute the "-eon" of the Pokémon's name for "-vee". Ex. Flarevee, Sylvevee. Umbrevee, etc

Kieran: All of his Pokémon are named after fruit. His Furret is Strawberry. Hydrapple is Appy. Yanmega is Razz. He didn't nickname his Champion team until Mochi Mayhem, though. And it ended up being a group thing when Juliana, Arven, Penny, and Nemona were there. Carmine was also helpful but she did not stay on theme so all of her suggestions were vetoed.

Carmine: Goes to nameberry.com and looks at the Top 10 Prettiest Girl Names.

Giacomo: Music nerd who named all of his Pokémon along the solfège scale. Going up in the order he caught them.

Mela: Bad puns off of real names. Charlos the Charcadet. Colelossal the Coalossal. Houndan the Houndoom. For some reason the rest of Team Star is okay with this.

Atticus: All named after Shakespeare characters because he's a theater nerd.

Ortega: Also insists he doesn't name his Pokémon but everyone knows it's a lie because he has his Pokémon's names engraved into the handles of his tools. He doesn't have a specific theme though. His Dachsbun is named Doughy and Azumarill is William.

Eri: Very traditionally girly names. Her Annihilape is Cupcake. Her Lucario is Prince. Her Toxicroak is Sprinkles. She loves them all.

Crispin: Different types of peppers. Three of his Magmortor are unfortunately named "Green Bell Pepper", "Yellow Bell Pepper", and "Red Bell Pepper". His Talonflame is Jalapeño. In an attempt at irony, his Rotom is Ghost.

Amarys: Doesn't. Or maybe names them after metal elements on the periodic table. UPDATE: I think she names her Pokémon after famous classical artists. Like, her Empoleon is Monet and her Scizor is Van Gogh and things to that effect.

Lacey: All after sweets or pastries. Her Alcremie is Lollipop. Her Whimsicott is Candyfloss. Her Excadrill is Key Lime Pie. They're are sweeties and deserve names accordingly.

Drayton: All after bridges. Archaludon is Skyarrow. Dragonite is Driftveil. Flygon is Cycling Road. (Or just Cycle for short)

[asherwelles]

He doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until Atticus says the words back. It's not relief, but it's the closest thing to it in Asher's current state of affairs. Another bolt of the energy drink gets knocked back before the can turns hollow. Done deal.

Almost. He's more confused than anything. Caution is always in the undercurrent, but he truly looks at him with a pair of drawn in brows, a moment of silence while he tries to put together thoughts he'll never unravel. "She's good at what she does. Really good." Nothing short of great or whatever adjective that'll meet his approval, as if it's possible. "What's wrong with her?"

asherwelles​:

Okay, here we go! Asher expected nothing less from Atticus. It’s equally as annoying as it is pointed, captures his eyes and pins them to every minute action. Granite would be softer in emotion than him, just as harsh when it comes to the way he’s holding his jaw, how the words hiss out. But he can’t show how the back of his neck feels as if it’s been yanked by the scruff of it. Liquid courage bottled up in an aluminum can and labeled as energy; even the half-empty variety is good enough to tip back and gulp to busy his tongue before he says something he’ll surely regret. Even when it’s down his throat, though, his mouth tingles either from the bubbles or the urge to spit. He looks at Atticus again, a quick flash, and the guesswork is gone.

“She's… the best that’s left,” he mumbles before his lips shift, a bite before releasing. “Katie can fix her to whatever you want. I’ll fix the attitude.” He holds his gaze, longer than expected before it drips to the popped open can for a moment of rest, like staring into a black hole, until he returns to be sucked in again. “She’ll be good. Once we have her on a leash, she’ll be perfect.” She’ll have to be.

katie. things are grim if they’re already reaching for transformations and ious. while the sorority girl turned emergency solution might be able to do something about the platinum blonde but she couldn’t change reputation. “she’ll be perfect.” the word has a bitter aftertaste, searching out the way to make it go done. of course she’ll be perfect if she’s going to be on his set.

he searches for an easy target, swinging fist in the dark, making mark on frustration that cannot be aired out here. because while his own research is revealing asher is right and the bid will have to go to bellamy— that doesn’t mean he had to say so. “what do you want with wright on set?”

[valentinesfandom]

zanvis “kissing as a dare” prompt

“Travis is definitely cheating,” Aphmau pouted, “He’s got to kiss almost every girl here!”

Travis laughed and shrugged his shoulders, “How can you cheat in spin the bottle?”

Nobody had a clear answer for this and laughed it off, everyone a little tipsy, as the white-haired boy took his next turn to spin.

“Just Katelyn left,” He made eye contact with her as he spun.

Everyone watched with intent as the bottle moved past Katelyn, and landed firmly on Zane.

“Not a chance.” Zane dead-panned.

“Awe, c’mon Zane,” Aph whined in his ear, “Don’t be a party pooper!”

Everyone began to chime in, insisting that Zane follow the rules like everybody else, until the chaos was broken by Travis.

“It’s okay guys, if Zane isn’t comfortable kissing a boy-”

“I’m comfortable kissing boys.” The dark-haired boy interrupted, maybe with too much enthusiasm.

“What a good time to come out..” Zane thought to himself.

“Oh!” Travis looked at him, evidently a little nervous, before bringing back his flirtatious demeanour, “What’s wrong with kissing me then? Scared you’ll fall for me?”

Zane wasn’t about to be shown up as a coward, or worse - in love with that. He rolled his eyes and started to crawl across the circle; instead of the usual cheering, their group was silent and watching in shock and awe.

“Try not to go on too long, doll, I’ve got other people to-” Travis was cut off by a short peck on the lips.

“Hey! That wasn’t fair, I was talking! I demand a rematch.” The boy spoke sternly.

“You just want an excuse to kiss me again, don’t you, loverboy?” Zane smirked before dropping his expression entirely. He was completely taken aback by his own flirtation, maybe just slightly more than everybody else.

Travis looked dumbfounded; his cheeks were hot, and for the first time in his life he was silenced.

Zane could suddenly feel all eyes on him, and he became very uncomfortable.

“I’m going to get an early night, sleep off the vodka, have fun, I guess.” He spoke nonchalantly, trying to break the awkward tension, before swiftly making his way upstairs.

——————————————————————————

Hours later, Zane was laid on his front, flicking through a book. He was pretty sure the party was long over, so he’d taken his mask off and was in his pyjamas.

“Whatcha’ reading?” A voice came from his door.

He looked up to see Travis leant against his doorframe, “To Kill A Mockingbird, huh? I love that book.”

Zane scoffed as Travis sat down next to him, “Like you’ve read any classics.”

“I have so! I’ve frequented Atticus Finch many a time, thank you very much!” He nudged, playfully.

Zane let out a smile at this, turning to face Travis properly.

Travis’ eyes widened, “You have freckles?”

The freckled boy panicked, realising he was letting someone see him without his mask for the first time, but was ultimately too tired to do anything. He sighed, “What did you want, Travis?”

“I want to play a game - since you didn’t get to finish with us earlier.”

Zane’s eyebrow lifted in confusion, “What game?”

“Truth or dare.” Travis smiled.

“Do I have to?”

“Do you pick truth or dare, Zane.”

Zane rolled his eyes, “Truth.”

“How badly do you wanna kiss me?”

Zane blinked at his friend, dumb-founded and cheeks red.

“What is he going on about?” He thought to himself. He knew he should’ve just told Travis that he didn’t want to at all, but out of panic and somewhat intoxication, he said something else.

“Dare.” He could feel himself blushing heavily now.

Travis was blushing slightly as he spoke, “Is that your final answer?”

Zane nodded cautiously.

Travis looked at the floor, face red, “I dare you to kiss me.”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, in shock and flustered. Zane had never seen Travis nervous around anyone. Maybe that’s what compelled him to say what he said next.

“Okay.”

Travis looked up, nervously and gently holding Zane’s shoulder. Zane didn’t know what had come over him, but he knew he wanted to at least try it. He leaned in slowly, the two boys shaking ever so slightly, until finally - their lips met. What started slow and gentle was lost in an instant, for as soon as they collided Zane gripped Travis’ hair and pulled him as close as possible. The two were caught in a passionate make out session, their hands sliding down each others backs, until after what felt like an eternity, they pulled away.

“Woah.” Travis panted, still flustered.

“Maybe I did wanna kiss you quite badly…” Zane muttered to himself, shocked at his own passion.

They looked up at each other again, not sure where to go from here.

[tending-the-hearth]

okay so i promise last chosen post until s5 comes out BUT season 5 character/interaction predictions:

veronica is going to get very close with the other women in jesus' group, particularly mary m because of their similar experiences

yussif will get even more screen time to lead up to the inevitable reveal that he's from arimathea, maybe his father mentioning that they're having a new family tomb made, something along those lines (bc it's obvious at this point. if it isn't him, i'll honestly be very disappointed)

nicodemus!!! my guy!!! we're going to see him again

zee and jesse bonding <3 give me the brothers back pls and ty

we'll get introduced to simon of cyrene, maybe not a whole bunch of scenes, but just enough that we connect with him when he helps carry the cross

ughhhhh shmuel came SO close in s4, but i think he's the one judas is going to go to as he starts getting closer to betraying jesus, which will work so well but be so so painful

okay so my theory for the guard who converts at the foot of the cross used to be gauis, but ofc that's not happening because he's already converted and had his big moment. i am now fully thinking it's going to be julius, the guard who was loyal to gaius and hesitated to arrest him when quintus told him to. we're going to start getting hints towards that for sure. i would say atticus, but i'm just still very suspicious of him.

more of johanna!! she's going to become part of the group as well, maybe she'll be the one who provides the anointing oils for jesus' burial.

i'm also thinking that we're going to get a few more flash-forward scenes, maybe of john in exile, or the apostles separating to go off and teach after jesus leaves them

[gx-gameon]

As you know Chazz is my baby boy, my cinnamon apple, so to see you mention that the DM crew adopt him immediately makes me so happy.

I know you haven't seen season 4 but Chazz is probably the most understanding of the og friend squad about Jaden's trauma and AAHH I just love him and he deserves good friends and people who care about him so it makes me so happy 🤣

My and my friends also joked about how Chazz and Jaden's rivalry feels more like a sibling rivalry then anything so the idea of him becoming Jaden's unofficial brother is one I hold dear to my heart!!

Love the au as always!! Keep up the amazing work!!

No I’m really loving Chazz in my rewatch.

He just needs to be around people who make him feel safe. He needs to know it’s okay for him to be silly. Because he is silly.

But his brothers pout so much pressure on him and wouldn’t accept anything but perfection out of him. It wasn’t a safe environment.

He’s so used to trying to be ‘A Princeton’ that I don’t think he evened learned to be Chazz. Until Jaden and North Academy, until he returned to Duel Academy and made friends with the people there.

Jaden telling his brothers off after their duel is a big deal and I’m pretty close to watching the episode where Chazz’s brothers come back and I’m excited because I don’t remember that episode at all.

But ya after three years together Jaden and Chazz go through a lot. Because he’s ’the rival’ he’s more active than most of the other characters. Meaning he’s actually helping Jaden. He’s not standing by his side the way Joey or Kaiba do for Yugi when they face major villains. But he is helping. (I’m thinking about the end of Season 2 where Jaden is fighting for the world and Chazz is just kicking the cult off of campus. They aren’t ’working together’ but that is a huge weight lifted off of Jaden. He can focus on saving the world while Chazz saves their friends/school.)

And your right the way they talk to each other and interact is way more like brothers who push each other’s buttons/push each other to be better.

So ya once they graduate and all run back into each other at some torment held in Domino.

Jaden and the others are all talking and they all go their separate ways for the night.

Syrus and Zane have a hotel room together.

Atticus and Alexis do as well. They actually booked in the same hotel so it’s a sibling party!

Hassleberry has loggings at a different hotel but it’s okay because it turns out that’s where Jim and Axel are staying. They all ask where

Jaden is staying and he’s just like “with my dads they living here.” And while people are suprised since Jaden didn’t mention living in Domino the last time they were here there was also a crazy cult and it’s Jaden so they all shake it off without asking to many questions (please ask questions, maybe who are your parents or what do they do?)

Jesse isn’t arriving until the next day but Jaden already invited him to stay at the manor. Perks of being the one ‘friend’ who knows who Jaden is.

The others all walk away and Jaden turns to Chazz who hasn’t said anything yet. “So what fancy hotel you staying at?” Jaden teases knowing his friend only likes the best of the best.

But Chazz has been financially cut off by his brothers and the pro leagues haven’t started up yet for the season so he hasn’t been paid yet. He came to the tournament because his friends were talking about it in the group chat and he wanted to see them and to hopefully win some money. He wasn’t planning on telling anyone about his situation. No one else asked. But here’s Jaden asking him where he’s staying for the night. Jaden who has a home here….

At first he tries to lie and say ‘ya I got a room at the best place.” Jaden is like great I’ll walk you there.” The city is big and can be dangerous, Jaden doesn’t want his friend walking alone. But he also has eyes and has been traveling a lot himself recently he can tell it’s been a while since his friend has had a good nights sleep.

Chazz tries to refuse but Jaden is stubborn and finally Chazz cracks and tells him. “My brothers cut me off okay! I don’t have anywhere to go so if you would just leave me alone.” And no Jaden’s having none of that. He was planning on telling everyone at some point during the tournament about his family. Might as well start now.

He grabs chases arm and starts pulling him. “What are you doing you slacker unhand me!” But Jaden is not listening and pulls out his phone.

“Hey Oto-san can you send the car to my location. Also I’m bringing a friend home…. Ya everything is okay he just needs a place to stay…. It’s Chazz and his brothers are being jerks again….Thanks Oto-san love you.”

Chazz can only hear half the conversation but he’s put somethings together. 1) Jaden comes from money if his parents are “sending the car” so all the times he called Jaden poor were not correct. 2) he’s apparently staying with Jaden. 3) Jaden’s parents know his brothers are ‘jerks’

Before the can truly process any of that Jaden turns to him and give one of those small smiles he gives now not the mega watt grin he used to have but a rare soft smile. “You’re going to stay with me. Don’t worry my family’s going to love you.”

Chazz wants to argue but where else is he going to go. Besides how bad can a family full of Jaden’s be… on second thought maybe he’ll sleep under a bridge.

Too late the cars here and it’s fancy. Like nicer than what his brothers and him used to call…. Oh so not only is Jaden not poor, he’s richer than the Princetons. Okay Chazz didn’t not read this kid right at all. But to be fair what rich kid is excited to stay at the Slifer dorms? (These two rich kids)

They take the ride to Jaden’s and Chazz is trying to make himself look presentable. He wants to make a good impression. This is Jaden’s family after all. And while he’s not Jaden’s best friend, Jaden is his. And they are being kind enough to let him stay. Jaden is talking softly about different places they should visit while in town and trying to distract his anxious friend. Chazz is so in his own head/distracted by Jaden he doesn’t even realize they are at their destination until Jaden goes “oh we’re here.” And jumps out of the car.

Chazz follows, and almost falls down when he sees Kaiba Manor in front of him. ‘There is no way that Jaden is…. No he would have know that…but” Chazz is having a crisis.

Jaden is already walking up the stairs when he notices Chazz isn’t following him. He turns around and head back to his friend. “Uh Chazz are you alright?”

Chazz slowly turns to look at him. “You’re the Prince of Duels.” It’s not a question.

Suddenly Jaden is nervous. He should have told Chazz in the ride over but his friend had looked pretty stressed. “Um ya I am, though I don’t really like going by that title.” Jaden said as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

Chazz opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he processed… everything. He doesn’t get long as the front door is thrown open and Yugi Muto, the King of Games, comes out and runs to Jaden. “Jaden! It’s good to have you home.” He calls as he pulls his son!!! Into a hug and oh wow this is really real now. Chazz is standing in front of Thee Kaiba Manor with the King and Prince of Games right next to him. His brain might melt out of his ears. Yugi then turns to him and smiles. “You must be Chazz. Jaden’s told me a lot about you.”

And Chazz’s brain kicks back in. The King of Games has heard of him!! He bows quickly and lowly to show respect. “Yes Sir. It’s an honor to meet you.” Then his brain kicks back in. He raises his head to look at Jaden through his bangs. “Jaden. Why didn’t you tell us about this?” And he is hurt and a little mad. He’s trusted Jaden with a lot of information about his family and his life and it hurts to know his friend didn’t trust him in the same way.

Jaden tenses. His friend is mad at him. Jaden has done a lot of things. He’s failed to listen to and protect his friends in the dark world. He’s struggled with the guilt of his actions and his PTSD for the whole year. He’s had anxiety and PTSD since freshman year. And he’s always been afraid that his friend would hate him once he told them. He could have saved them all so much pain if he just let his family take care of all of their problems. But then his family would have been in danger. He tried his best to protect everyone and he always came up short.

Yugi feels Jaden tense and is about to go into over protective dad mode. He is very aware how badly revealing Jaden’s identity could go.

Jaden speaks before he can. “I- I was scared that people would treat me different.” It’s a weak response and Jaden is ashamed that he failed to protect everyone and chose to protect himself instead (no Jaden bad) and he’s expecting Chazz to tell him off

But Chazz can see how small Jaden is making himself. He also knows about family pressure and having to present yourself a certain way because it’s what people expect from you. He also knows how desperately he hid his connections to his duel spirits because he didn’t want to be seen as different. “That makes sense.” He says as he straightens up. He can physically see Jaden and Yugi relaxing and figures he said the right thing.

Then another thought hits him and he grabs Jaden by the shoulders startling the poor boy. “Who else knows?”

Jaden looks at his with a small hint of fear in his eyes. “Um well Chumley found out the summer before our second year.”

“Chumley knew before me!” Chazz is furious. How did Chumley earn Jaden’s trust faster than him. What did he do wrong (note Chazz’s fury is at his own short comings not Jaden but Jaden is seeing it as him being mad at him)

“I didn’t tell him he came to Kaiba Corp with Pegasus and we ran into each other.” Jaden tried to justify.

Chazz’s fury seems quelled by that. “Well that makes sense, it was an accident. Any one else.”

“Um Jesse.” Jaden says nervously.

And Chazz wants to be outrage, because Jesse only knew Jaden for a year, but honestly that tracks. “Sound right. Anyone else?”

“Um no you’re the second person I told.” And Chazz puffs up with pride at that. He’s the second. Not Syrus or Hasselberry who claim to be Jaden’s best friend, not sweet Alexis. The Chazz got to know before any of them. Maybe Jaden does see him as his best friend to, after he can see that Jaden and Jesse are on the fast track to more than friends.

Then a wicked idea comes to him. He send Jaden a Cheshire Cat grin. “So Dr. Crowler doesn’t know yet?”

Yugi who had been watching the whole exchange starts laughing. Because okay there is nothing to worry about with this kid.

Jaden matches Chazz’s smile. “Nope not a clue.”

“Oh this is going to be awesome.” Chazz cackles “you have to tell him in front of me. I have to be there for this.”

And now their all laughing and Jaden grabs his friends hand. His friend who isn’t mad at him for keeping a secret from him and is treating Jaden the same as he always has. “Sure thing. But first come meet the rest of my family.”

And suddenly Chazz is nervous again. He’s about to meet some of the biggest names in dueling. But Jaden is smiling at him, really smiling and theirs a hand in his shoulder. He turns to see Yugi with a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t worry. Jaden’s told us all about you. They’re excited to finally meet The Chazz.” And Chazz is over whelmed because Yugi is being so nice to him. And then they walk inside and Yugi pass him with a little “welcome home” and oh. Oh he hasn’t had that before.