#Crush the Emerald Turtle

[vilandel]

Crush, the Emerald Turtle ☘️

(Black Clover OC Profile ☘️)

This is an OC I share custody with @chaptersonetoinfinity and it's also basically my first animal OC AND it's even a species we invented for the world of Black Clover. So, please welcome Crush, the Emerald Turtle and more than pet of house Silva 💕

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Basic Information

Name: Crush, also Crush Silva on gatherings

Age: when found, a bit more than a week, currently 1 year

Birthday: 8th of July (the day he was found)

Sign: Cancer

Human Friends: The four Silva Siblings plus their respective partners

Birthplace: Beach of Raque

Current Location: Clover Kingdom, Silva Palace

Species: Emerald Turtle

Likes: Humor, laughing, his human friends

Dislikes: When his human friends are hurt, VERY loud noises

About Emerald Turtles: Emerald Turtles are a special kind of turtles that belong to the animals born with mana. Which means that they have runes on their shells and can emanate natural mana, especially once adult.

Like normal turtles, emerald turtles live in groups or to be more accurate, in a bale. They lie their eggs on beaches and once out of the eggs, the baby turtles join the sea.

As babies, the shell of emerald turtles is the same for males and females, a dark nacreous green. It's only after each molt that the shell becomes shinier and that the difference can be seen. Male turtles have a shiny emerald green shell while females have a marbled jade green, but both have runes on it, shimmering with mana.

Emerald turtles are also known in Hino, but under the name of jade turtles. They're a bit considered like divine creatures or guardians from the gods back there, since jade is also considered a divine gem. The beliefs in Hino are saying that it brings misfortune when someone hurts a jade turtle.

In fact, emerald turtles or rather their shells are very well searched for their natural mana. Of course, once they molt, it is possible to take the pieces of the molted shells, the mana won't fade from it. But of course, stupid beliefs are strong and many corrupt nobles believe that only a whole shell is worthy, so they chase emerald turtles and kill them to gain the shells. The hunt of emerald turtles is illegal in Clover and no matter how much power a noble has, Damnatio Kira is one of the most radical fighters against the hunt of Emerald Turtles and even of endangered species in general. Damnatio won't be bribed when it's about this topic. Any noble who get captured hunting emerald turtles, can't except any mercy from Damnatio on that matter... the punishments are very big.

The shell of the baby turtles are rather fragile, while the ones of adults are very solid, except when it's time to molt. Also, emerald turtles are glowing in the dark. The shells more of course, the rest of the body is more subtle.

Emerald turtles, unlike normal turtles, are rather fast and can themselves back around once they're one their back. They also have a sense of humor and are known to have a sweet, pearly laugh.

Last but not least, emerald turtles have a very long longevity. The oldest emerald turtle known was over 500 years old at the moment she died.

Appearance:

Shell Color: Dark nacreous green as baby, a shiny emerald green with some runes as an adult.

Eye Color: A very dark green

Skin Color: A brighter shade of emerald green

Height: 5 cm when born, 120 cm as a full grown adult

Personality:

Crush is a very humorous turtle, always in mood for a laugh. He is also very attaching, as he grow to love the Silvas and preferred to stay with them instead of going back to the sea.

Like any emerald turtle, he munches on clothes when he imprints on someone, which he did first with Solid and Rosette, then with the others. He likes being held as a baby, going on people heads for example. Even Nozel let him rest on his head. As for Vanessa, Crush likes being under her witch hat, sometimes he popped out of it with a pearly laugh.

Crush is more easygoing, but he can go feral when he has to defend his family. As an adult, his bites can hurt a lot. He is not often in this mode, only when it's to protect the humans he came to love. In his mind, those are his bale and so, he has to defend them.

He can also be very empathetic and give some kind of comfort when one of his favorite humans are sad.

As an adult turtle, he adores being a ride or even a sled to the next generation of Silvas.

Last but not least, Crush adores being petted.

Background:

Depending on the story I write (or the stories written by @chaptersonetoinfinity), some details about how Crush became the Silva Turtle differ, but the basis remains the same. In most of them, though, it's Solid and Rosette who find Crush first.

Crush was born like his littermate on the beach near Raque. But as he was about to go the sea with the rest of the baby turtles, he found himself catches in a fisher net and part of his shell got broken as he got out after a while. So, Crush remained on the beach while the other babies joined the bale.

Luckily for Crush, Solid and Rosette went on a small vacation on Raque, just the two of them, while they were still engaged (and only slowly starting to fell in love with each other). One day, Solid stumbled on Crush. Seeing that it was a baby emerald turtle with a broken shell, Rosette convinced Solid to bring the little guy too Owen.

Owen was able to repair the hole in the shell, but said that the little guy has to wait for the next molt to get an unbroken one. Meanwhile, Crush grow actually attached to Solid and Rosette, starting to munch on their clothes. Which meant, according to Owen, that he imprinted on them and somehow considered them as his "mama" and "papa".

Which also meant that Solid and Rosette had no other choice than bring this little guy with them back to the Silva Palace. There, after a huge surprise from the rest of the family (and some cursing from Nebra and Zora), all of them started to grow attached to the little guy. Especially Vanessa, who got inspired to make turtlenecks and clothes with turtle patterns for each of them. As for Crush, he ended up imprinting on Nozel, Vanessa, Nebra, Zora, Noelle and Asta as well (even though he bit Asta in the fingers first, because obviously Asta was way too loud).

It was Solid in the end who gave Crush his name, as he stated that he almost crushed himself when found him. But Vanessa interpreted it as having a crush on someone.

Crush was more a new family member than a pet for the Silvas. He was free to go around, got his own water tank with his own room, was free to swim in the palace pool and most importantly, was loved. Which is a lot coming from the Silvas, with their past and the fact that usually, animals didn't like them. But Crush was different, he loved the Silvas immediately (Zora is still shocked by that fact).

Trivia:

Crush was named after the sea turtle in Finding Nemo.

Since emerald turtles have a long lifespan, Crush became some kind of Guardian for house Silva over many years, making turtles the second animal of the house, next to eagles.

When he died at a very old age, he was buried among the Silvas.

Yamis density about Charlottes feelings never stopped making Crush laugh.

Solid won't easily admit it, but he's a real softie for Crush. In a way, like with Rosette, Crush was one of the first creatures to like him immediately... and that meant a lot for him.

Rosette has read a lot about emerald turtles and so, knew how to handle Crush. She even read him stories and he loved that.

Crush is also a shipper. For example, he nudged Asta in Noelles direction once, laughed while observing Zora and Nebra flirting aggressively or closed a door when he saw Nozel and Vanessa kissing.

Nozel grew very attached to Crush that sometimes he took him with him at the Silver Eagles. But no one dared to mock or to say something, as Nozel would glare coldly at anyone mention something.

It also meant a lot for him because Crush is in a way the first creature to love him immediately from the start since his mother died.

Vanessa loves to baby talk Crush, who laughs about it.

She likes doing turtle themed and green clothes because of him.

Nebra came to talk to Crush as she was casually talking to someone else. And since Vanessas turtle inspired clothes, she grew fond of some shades of green.

Zora loves to use Crush to make small pranks. Crush laughs about it.

Noelle finds Crush one of the cutest not annoying things in the world.

Asta might have been bitten when he first met Crush, but he adores the turtle. When Crush grew older, Asta took him to do workout. Crush once slapped his head, because it was getting too much.

Yami calls Crush a jade turtle instead of emerald turtle. A habit from Hino. He also has the supersticion that it brings misfortune to hurt a emerald/jade turtle... and that it would bring him luck in gambles to have Crush with him.

He often tried to bring Crush to his gambles, but the Silvas refused, as well as their partners. Yami gave Vanessa, Zora, Noelle and Asta huge cleaning toilet chores after some refusals.

Crush is one of the very rare ones to actually like Damnatio.

Crush becomes friends with Salamander, so Fuegoleon often comes over so that those two can have a play date in a way.

Of course, you can imagine that Julius adores Crush and emerald turtles in general.

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 115 & 116 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 113-114 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-115: Giese the Spirit Hunter

Cobra's second assassin was sent after Judai and the others--that assassin being Giese, who is capable of seeing Spirits. He captures Sapphire Pegasus, one of the Gem Beasts, alive and uses him to coerce them into dueling. In Judai's stead, due to his exhaustion of stamina, Johan confronts him, and a duel between Johan and Giese begins. Giese activates his Hunting Net Counter Trap, as if to hunt down Johan's Gem Beasts, and captures Amethyst Cat. Johan attempts to save his Gem Beasts, but even more traps would await him.

TURN-116: The Gem Beasts VS Hell Gundog

Giese proceeds to capture the Gem Beasts with various Trap Cards, while also summoning his Hell Gundog to pour on the attacks against Johan. Feeling anger at Giese's dirty dueling, Johan starts his counterattack, anticipating his Traps and overcoming them strategically by summoning Topaz Tiger and Emerald Turtle to attack with. Cornered, Giese goes for Johan's weakness, making him hold off on any of his attacks. With Johan unable to interfere with his moves, Giese activates his Substitute Pain Permanent Magic to inflict damage on him.

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Sooo, accidentally ran later with these than intended--not helped by realizing while drafting this full release post over the past two days that I missed a couple spots with a few of my usual animation fixes 🙃--buuut with that out of the way, finalized!115-116 are now up and ready to go! This isn't a catch-and-release I promise

These are always a nice pair of episodes in terms of establishing more around Johan's bond with the Gem Beasts and how he sees his relationship to Spirits, as shown as he encountered Tom and when he finds out that Giese was the one who stole his card and Spirit (meanwhile, the dub decided to give them history for reasons); that Pegasus cameo as he introduces them to the Gem Beasts was always cool, and his "Jesus!" line is iconic haha. Also notable for showing the start of the "What am I dueling for?" question starting to stir within Judai's head after his duel with Satou (which is also conspicuously absent from the dub). Always did find Giese's ultimate fate after Johan crushes him--to "Camula's Theme," at that, which always slaps (and is especially nice given the easter egg that Johan's VA, Kanako Irie, also voiced Camula)--a bit ambiguous since we never do follow up with him, but it is implied the Spirits he hunted (and the one he actually saw as a friend?) either consumed him or took him to the Spirit World or what-have-you; I wonder if they would've added a quick follow-up had they had some room in the episode runtime.

Animation error-wise, well, that was part of the reason for the delay, as overall I handled about 31 throughout both episodes, split roughly evenly between them; varied from smaller quality-of-watching things like split-screen timings (with some border errors mixed in, at that) to card errors (moreso in 116 given how often Hell Gundog wound up on Johan's Disk...) making up the bulk of them, along with helping Topaz Tiger see better well good in 115's preview for 116 due to an error with his eye. Given the amount of fixes worked on, as with 113-114, I'll once again go through the usual edit breakdown in this separate post for the interested!

Anywho, enjoy! Up next, I'll hopefully be working on the Judai vs Cobra three-parter in 117-119 together; I'll be detouring back to TFSP to work on Crow's events in the 5D's character stories, mixing in some work on 117-119 as I go. In particular, looking forward to revisiting 119 since it's a favorite (between the art/animation, music, Cobra's message to Judai echoing Satou coming back later... *chef's kiss*), but 117 will also be interesting for the Yubel/Amon interaction, and of course the surprise fight sequence! Stay tuned!

[bumblekastclips]

Sonic Bravo - Part One

KYLE CROUSE: Here’s a question from Armored Turtle. “Sonic CD, but the only change is that Sonic is the one who gets a crush on Amy rather than vice-versa. How does the rest of the Sonic series play out?”

IAN FLYNN: [chuckling] You finish the uh, Stardust Speedway race and free Amy, and she’s just kinda like, curtsy, “Thank you!” and wanders off, and Sonic’s like, “Aw...” KYLE: [as Sonic] “Oh, whoa, whoa, hey…” IAN: Uh… not a ton to work of— uh, off of in a lot of the Classic stuff in general. Not official, anyway, ‘cause she’s mostly cameo and there’s not a ton of story with her in it… we get to Modern, and I guess by Sonic Adventure, she’s running away from ZERO with Birdie, and Sonic’s like, [suavely] “Hey, you uh, come to this town often?” And she’s like “Running away from a giant robot! Help! Later, bye!” KYLE: [chuckles] IAN: [as Sonic] “Ah nuh nuh nuh— I can help! See, I fight robots! Amy, look at me, I’m fightin’ the robot!” We get to Twinkle Park. [as Sonic, suavely] “Hey, says here, uh, cute couples get in free. What do you think? …Amy? [then, frustrated] Augh, it’s a freakin’ robot! Come on, man!” KYLE: [laughs] Yup, yup… pretty much. IAN: Amy breaks into prison island to bust him outta jail for old times’ sake. [as Sonic] “Ah, so you came all this way to marry me, huh?” [as Amy] “That’s it, leaving the door locked.” [as Sonic] “No, wait, wait, wait, I was kidding! Open the door! Come on!” KYLE: [laughing, then reading chat] So basically Sonic becomes Johnny Bravo? That’s what I’m— IAN: [uproarious laughter] KYLE: [unintelligible] That’s what’s comin’ around here, that’s what the chat says. [laughing] IAN: [really insanely good Johnny Bravo voice] “Do the Monkey with me!” KYLE: [laughs] Oh no! Oh no… IAN: [like, REALLY good Johnny Bravo voice] “Gonna hit me with a hunk ‘a, hunk ‘a piko-piko hammer.” KYLE: [laughing] No… IAN: [as Johnny Bravo] “Come on, Amy, gimme some sugar! Gotta speed, keed!” KYLE: Ohhh, no… IAN: [chuckling, then as Johnny Bravo] “Whatcha see is whatcha get! I’m just a hedgehog who loves adventure!” KYLE: [wheezing laugh] Well… IAN: Okay, add to to-do list, ‘Re-dub entire Sonic series as Sonic Bravo.’ Got it. KYLE: Got it, alright. [laughing] You do that really— IAN: [as Johnny Bravo] “It’s not speed, he’s using a Chaos Emerald to warp!” KYLE: God, why do you do that so well? IAN: [chuckling] KYLE: Why? IAN: [as Johnny Bravo] “No snacks or in-flight movies, I’m outta here! Hyah!” KYLE: [laughing] IAN: Okay, next question, or I’m gonna be doing this all night. KYLE: Yeah, yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, we— we need to move on.

—— TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It’s just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don’t like an answer, you don’t have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It’s all just for fun!

[dekuscheripop]

HOW TO STEAL A MAN part 1

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags:

Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.

Single father Katsuki.

His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."

His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.

"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."

Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks

Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.

Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.

So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.

His sperm.

Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.

Now here was Deku back after 5 years.

He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,

1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.

2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.

3 - Deku is already married.

He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.

To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.

So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.

In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.

Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.

Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.

If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!

But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!

Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!

Katsuki is sweating buckets.

“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.

“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”

Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?

“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.

Deku hasn't seen him yet.

Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.

“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.

It was too late.

“Kacchan?”

Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.

Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.

“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.

It was overwhelming.

Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.

“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.

“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.

“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.

Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.

Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.

Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.

“Dada?”

The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.

Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?

“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.

“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.

“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.

He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.

“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”

“Where did you learn to talk back?”

The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.

There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.

“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;

Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.

The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.

“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,

muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?

"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest

and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.

"Kacchan wait!"

Katsuki does not. He walks faster.

It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.

It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.

"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"

Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

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She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.

Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.

Her door flew open with a bang.

"Ochako!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.

The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.

"You owe me."

"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"

What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!

"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"

"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"

"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!

"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."

They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.

She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.

"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.

There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.

"He's back."

"Huh?"

"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.

Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"

"Shut up!"

Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!

"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"

She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.

///"I stole his sperm!"///

Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.

The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.

But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.

"I told you so."

Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.

"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"

Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.

"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"

"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"

"Kacchan."

Kacchan?

Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.

She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.

Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?

Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.

No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.

"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."

The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.

"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.

"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."

She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.

"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."

How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.

Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.

"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"

Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.

"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He was doomed.

He nodded.

He was so fucking doomed.

"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.

Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.

Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.

"Oh you have someone with you."

Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.

"Ah I am-"

"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"

Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.

"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"

The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.

She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend

The guy just mouthed sorry at her.

"Oh. I see."

She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.

His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!

Oh great tutuly dudally fuck.

She is going to kill Katsuki.

TBC.

[promiseiwillwrite]

Witch Shit Inventory

DESK: Computer and phone. Personal Telepathy devices. Extremely addictive and Extremely powerful.  Right up there with the Most important Grimoire.

Polished Carnelian x2 – Literally my Favorite Rock, and another almost as good

Miniature Dice set

Smooth orange stone from Saudi Arabia

Wooden Clockwork Dog

Alicorn and Narwhal Stickers given to me by another witch

7 Containers of Brain Skittles

A lego Centurian

White Safety Pin

Razor Blade

Tweezers

Nail Clippers

Post-it note pads

Hand carved Bone Salmon Talisman to Loki

Sewing Table, which itself has two leaves that fold out to become BIG:

One sewing machine

Over 300 buttons of various sizes

1 bluetooth speaker

Sewing machine care and use manual

One white pigeon feather

Black Leather box containing buckles grommets and other miscellaneous pins

Head Pins

Seam ripper

Thread scissors

An Expired ID that is still a legally valid document in the state of WA

Art and wall pictures, including dragon mask, fan and Tiger wood cut

Window Shelf:

Tea Tins and several empty bottles

Milk Glass Chicken box, containing two emeralds, a piece of sea glass and a plastic bead

Bottle dried salvia Flowers

Bottle Dried peony blossoms

Bottle dried Yarrow Flowers

Bottle dried Chamomile flowers and seeds

A Green Crushed Velvet Fascinator

Bottle Dried Money Plant Seed Pods

Numerous polished stones, small

One round lump of Okinawan Granite

A blue glass jar that I Dug Up Containing a Blue plastic Kangaroo I found in the parking lot after I enlisted in the military in 2015 and several Pins from conventions

Small paperwasp nest

Dancing Ganesha Statue

Two flakes of Alaskan Shale

Several wind polished stones from Saudi Arabia

2 Okinawan guardian lion-dog statuettes

1 jar of the BEST marbles, including one with Daemeon’s Proper Name on it.

Pinkie Pie Pez Dispenser (empty)  ☹

1 Green Luck Care-Bear Figurine

1 silver plastic box containing the silver loop earrings I used to wear

In the Floor:

One large circular rug, blue, with moon and sun motif.

5 tall candles (think the kind they use at catholic mass)

Two lighters and two menorah candles

Two tarot decks I made myself

An Art Deco Turtle lamp that needs a new bulb

A tiny box shelf with no current contents

Floor pillow

That amazing Bone and dead creature mobile I got for Christmas

A book of Faery Tales from Italy

The Back Half of the ORACLE

The Quan Yin Oracle (Cringe)

A book called “The Women who Run with the Wolves” which is DEFINITELY Problematic to say the least…  But from a different time, and makes a very formative point about Stories.

Oh, dear a lot of cards I still have not sent to people…

The Poop tracker and Food Diary

The Big Paper Pad with Current musings

Buddha

My Cult Notebook

A Complete Military Uniform

A Kombucha Kit

A Bag of Foreign Coins

A Mushroom Grow Kit

A FUCKTON of Seeds

Tape.

Several kinds of string.

Hundreds of pens, markers, colored pencils and crayons in jars.

A miniature kaleidoscope

Blank index cards

A Wooden Nickel with the words “Shit Show” on the front

The remains of several stationery kits, and envelopes

Organizational tabs and stickies

Range Rated Hearing Protection

Hanging from a dead tree:

4 Glass baubles in blue, purple and brown

A strand of Halloween beads

A Travel talisman with ��Wyn” and “Nyd” on opposite sides

A Blown Glass witch’s Ball

A Costume Jewelry Emerald more than an inch long

A silver pocket watch owned by my Grandfather

A Plastic Lei

A Pouch Made out of a Turtle Shell

A Tiny ceramic vial with a Celtic Tree on the front

A tiny butterfly watch I bought in Korea

An Evil Eye Talisman I bought in Qatar

Window Shelf the second:

2 Tiger butter Orchids, one about to Bloom

Closet Contents:

Fabric Given to me by both of my Mothers

Full Military Service Dress

Messenger Bag

Many uncomfortable shoes

Old idea maps

Coyote tail belt

Squirrel hide mandala

Maple staff carved with Runes

A Katana gifted in Perfect Love

A bull whip

A hand made Botanical Field Press And Critters and Creatures, this is just my Office….

Chapter 1: City of Tomes

Week 1: Check Inventory

You're trapped in the City of Tomes - for the time being. While you're here you need money. What do you have on hand that could help you track rare books?

Quest: Take inventory of all magical tools and ingredients you have on hand. Note whether each tool needs maintenance, and if you're running low on any supplies.

Don't forget to pay special attention to your divination tools. You'll be relying on them the most to find those rare books.

Reward: 5xp, unlock: Inventory Sheet, unlock action: Leave Bedroom

[silverfirewolfsurtleaus]

Something for the mega mash up because this enter my head at the same time as the last one

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Donatellow hummed as he walked through the halls of their temporary residence. The turtle silent despite his metal leg and his alpha hisuian Decidueye, Ada, following him. At least one of he or his brothers took to checking on eveyone at night. It made them feel better, maybe they should get therapy pokemon or animals like Roolie had suggested. He shook his head and the froze when he heard a sniffle.

He took a breath pulling his ecperance with children in the apocolyps forward as he went to check on the kids. Wilde was asleep with most her pokemon surounding her Thundra on her chest. He was glad it wasnt her she needed people she knew closely to comfort her.

Tempo was actually not here he recalled that she was spending time with her twin brother for the next week. Emerald was also similarly not here, though his was job related. The colors were a tangle of limbs and their eeveelutions. Though shadow did crack an eye open before sleeping again. Roolie was dead to the world and phantom was hugging her lopunny in her sleep.

Scourge and zee were awake but from the sounds of the atempted muffled laughter it wasnt them. Dawn was happily being nearly crushed in her sleep by both her teams. Nemona Penny and Arven were all at the school. That left their younger counter parts and the Casey's.

His own had fell asleep at his desk from working on a project. He swiftly got the smaller soft shell into his bed without the battle shell but made sure there was some weight on his shell. Mikey's younger counterpart was actually currled up on hisnolder counterpart. Raphs was cuddling his recently evolved Sylveon. Ori cracked an eye open before falling back asleep. April and Cass had some how fallen asleep over one another. Junior was currled up against leonardo, Donatello took a picture.

This all left Leon and good Gallileio was he not ready for this. Still he took a breath and went into the crying teens room. Leon looked startled from his position srounded by his current team. Topaz in his arms his frogadire rubbing his back his floette, Iris, around his head worried ad the alpha Hisuian Braviary, Zayir, had a wing around him and the frog pokemon.

He glanced at Ada who only used a wing to nudge him and in he went sitting next to the kid. He put a hand on the younger turtle's shoulder. He was a leo he probably didnt want to talk Leo prefered to his his problems after all.

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: Investigation

AN: Huge thanks to my evil friend who tortures me with sexy drawings of Mr. Rotary and makes other cool art for helping me write today's update!

It was… whatever you supposed passed for night in this place, you guess. The sky is dark, and everyone has since left Dispassion Offices and gone home. But not you. You’re lying in a filthy ditch outside Bianca’s house with a walkie-talkie.

“Alfalfa member, this is Turtle Pope. Can you hear me? Over.”

You have no idea why Bianca  decided to call you “Alfalfa member” and herself “Turtle pope,” but you assume there has to be some hidden meaning behind it that you don’t understand. You aren’t really complaining about the names anyway.

“I can hear you. Over.”

“Great. You and Slug Boi still remember the plan, right? Over.”

“Yes. over.” Neither of you feel confident enough to point out that Bianca had never told you any plan.

“I don’t know why I’m called ‘Slug Boi,’” complained Emerson, who’s laying in the grass beside you. “It feels objectifying.”

“I don’t think she meant anything by it,” you tried to console them. 

“Yeah, probably.” he said, and turned green again. Are they sick? 

“Sorry.” Bianca’s voice says over the walkie-talkie. “I can give you a new code name if you want. Over.”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Over.”

“Okay, any ideas? Over.” 

“Uhm, does ‘lake prince’ sound okay to you? Over.” Emerson asks, looking a little embarrassed. 

“Uhm- I guess, why that though? Over.”

“N-no reason. Over.” They flush green again. 

 Ohhh. Oh ho ho ho…  Now you think you understand. “Emerson… Do you have a crush on her?” If they do, it would make sense as to why you hadn’t seen these new sets of expressions on him until now…

“Ssshh-” Emerson hisses sharply, even though the walkie-talkies are off and no one can hear you anyways. “I- I don’t know! I don’t really know her well enough to say that… “ His cheeks flush even deeper, turning their face a bright emerald. “She is… cute though.”

You feel like teasing them, but you think if they get any greener, their face would explode. You don’t want their face to explode. “I see… why the name lake prince though?”

“I–I like romance stories about royalty.” they stammer, scratching the back of their head. “It might be the name of my newest sock puppet too…” 

You vaguely  remember them mentioning that they like to make sock puppets. Although, if you remember correctly, it’s a hobby he’s a little embarrassed by. You’ve seen some of their sock puppets though- and they aren’t just ordinary puppets. They’re always really well crafted and thought out.  With how creative they get, you find it a little silly that he’s embarrassed.

“Can I see it?”

Emerson shakes their head. “I haven’t made it yet, I’ve only drafted the design. But I’ll show you once it’s finished.”

You’re glad he’s willing to show you. When you first met he… he- 

You don’t remember. 

You don’t remember meeting Emerson. Were they unwilling to show you their hobbies when you met? You’re not sure. How long ago did you meet? You had to have met at some point, right? You know logically that you haven’t always been with him- and that you haven’t  always been fighting monsters. 

You don’t remember meeting Gia either. Not anymore. What were they like when you met? Were they always the leader of the group? Did you meet them before or after they started to hunt monsters? 

What about Bea, their dog? Were you there when Gia found her? Or were Bea and Gia already a duo by the time you met?

Just how much have you forgotten?

It doesn’t matter. 

“Rue, are you alright?” Emerson asks, looking concerned. “You look a little… afraid?”

“Uhm, y-yeah, I just…” you mutter, your voice quivering. 

You don’t want to forget. 

“It’s just that-”

“Is anyone going to tell me what we’re doing here? Over.” Gia’s irritated voice says over the walkie-talkie. 

Oh, that’s right. When you had gone to your second job at the office, you hadn’t had much of a chance to explain the new situation to Gia. The both of you were kept pretty busy, so the only chance you had to talk to them was as you were leaving work, when it was already dark out and it was time to go. 

“Oh… we’re spying on Bianca’s dad. Mr. Rotary. Over.” 

“Holy shit.” said Gia incredulously. “Are you serious? Over.”

There’s a pause in conversation before their voice comes back through the speaker. “Never mind, Aderyn’s explaining the situation to me.”

You’re doing this “mission” in sets of two. Each of you are hidden in separate positions around the house- except for Bianca and her friend, Jenny, who are inside Bianca’s room. Emerson is your partner, and you two are situated in the ditch outside Bianca’s house. Meanwhile, Gia and Aderyn are seated by each other in the lemon trees Mayor Miller had grown in the backyard. 

“Hey, quick question-” Gia says. “Why did you make my codename ‘Bread Lord?’ I don’t think it makes much sense… Over.”

“I don’t know. Ask Bianca, she was the one who chose the names. Over.” you say. 

“If it makes you feel better,” Jenny pipes in. “We all have really weird code names. Mine is ‘butter god.’ I don’t even know what that means! Over.”

“Yeah,” Aderyn’s voice says bitterly. “And I’m ‘muscular shopping cart.’ I’m so confused. Over.”

“Guys, don’t worry about it. What’s important is finding out what the fuck is wrong with my dad. Over.” Bianca interrupts.

Oh yeah. You had gotten so caught up in the codename crap that you forgot what you’re really here for.

“Sooo, what’s the plan? Over.” Aderyn asks. 

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” Bianca groans. “I told you what it was, like, five times! Over.”

“No, you didn’t.” 

“Guys, she’s just messing with you.” Jenny’s voice says, sounding amused. “She’s burst into a giggling fit over here. Over.”

“Right, okay.” Emerson says. “So what is the plan? Over.”

“Well,” Bianca says hesitantly. “There kind of… isn’t… one? Over.”

“What do you mean there isn’t a plan?!” Gia hisses angrily.  “Why did you have us come over here in the first place? Over.”

“I thought I would have thought of something by now, okay!” Bianca says defensively. “I have a vague idea of what we need to do- I just don’t know how to pull it off! Over.”

“Her dad’s really strict about his home office- and even though Bianca lives here, she can’t get past his weird lock.” Jenny explains. “We need to figure out a way to get the doors open. Over.”

“Can’t you just pick the lock?” Aderyn asks. “I could do it for you, if you need it. Over.”

“That won’t work.” Bianca says sadly. “It’s a fuckin’ weird lock. Also, why do you know how to pick locks? Over.”

“... reasons. Also, maybe if I can see the lock, I can figure out what’s up with it? Over.”

“Uhm, sure, if we can get you inside without being caught. Over.”

“We would need some kind of distractio-” You start to say, stopping when you hear the crunch of dead grass under a pair of shoes come from behind you. 

“Oh, fuck.” Emerson whispers, panicked.

 “Well, well, well,” Mr. Rotary says with cheerful malice, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

[watsittoyah]

Namor x Black OC

Hate That I Love you..

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, unhinged behavior, sexual content but later on in the chapter also slight changes to the gods I talk about in the story, this is all for fun and fiction.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, oral sex,

Obsessive behavior, stalking, dark Namor

Nakeya’s Pov

Age: 10

“Mother, tell me a story.” I ask as my mother brushes my long black hair. “Which one?” My mother asks. “Tell me about how the goddess Hunab-Ku.”

“Ah, I should’ve known, you love that story. Come lay on my lap and let me set the scene.” I lay down and hear her hum a sweet melody.

“It is said that she was the priestess of Talong, a kind and loving woman. But her people were dictators and ruthless rulers. The king was her younger brother and he was the opposite, he wanted war, he wanted chaos and he wanted to rule with an iron fist. If he had it his way he would have ruled all of Talong, Talokan, and Wakanda. She couldn’t stand there and watch the king shed more blood of innocent people, so instead she prayed to the gods and they had answered her prayer by giving her the flower of life. And with that she crushed the flower and consumed it giving her the gifts of controlling the water and the creature that inhabit it. Before the king could invade Talokan she had drown him and his army. She made the remaining people of Talong promise that they would not raise a hand of war to the surrounding nations. For if they did, the priestess would unleash her wrath among them. The people soon after called her Hunab-Ku, the goddess of water. She had lived over one thousand years, and passed down her gift to her child, and that child passed down that gift to theirs. And so on and so on.”

“Mother, will I be like her? Will I keep the peace among the nations?” I ask my mother. She leaned down and kissed my temple gentle. “My little one, you will do great things for this nation. For it was told before you were born.” I smile at her words and raise my pointer finger causing the water in my cup to swirl and dance on the ceiling. “I hope I will be the best priestess to this nation.” I whisper as the water forms into a flower…

🐢🐢🐢

Four hundred years later…

“Tet-uke! Ride the wave!” I tell my racing turtle as I catch up to my brother. “Nakeya you won’t win! Just go back to mother and read your boring books!” Ordain taunts as he gets a further lead in the race.

“You’re going to eat those words.” I hiss as I take a calm breathe. I feel the waves under me jump high and I raise my hands. The water crashes down on Ordain and I win by default. He comes up for air and I kiss Tet-uke on her head. “Good girl.”

“You cheated!” Ordain yells as he comes up for air. “Cheated? I did no such thing you never said no powers.” I say with a smirk. “That was implied Nakeya! I want a rematch!”

“Name the time and place you big baby.” Ordain flares his nose at me and before I could retort we both yell in pain as we hear our mothers siren song.

“Let’s go.” Ordain winces as he dives under water. I click my tongue and Tet-Uke dives down. I sign to Ordain that we don’t tell our mother that we were turtle racing, and he signs back that he’s not stupid. He won’t tell anything.

As we get to the throne room, we both kneel before our mother as she stops her siren song. “Why are both of you so winded? Were you two racing above the surface again?”

“No mother.” I lie. She gives Ordain a raised brow. “Yes, mo-“

“You snitch!” I snap at him. Our mother clicks her tongue and I go silent. “Ordain, go put on your ceremonial clothes and meet your father in the emerald room. And as for you?” My mother grabbed my ear making me wince.

“Mother, mother. Mother please, you’ll rip my ear off.” I beg. “You come with me we have much to prepare.” As I walk with my mother she lets my ear go and Ordain gives an apologetic shrug. I rub my ear and roll my eyes at him.

“Mother, do I have to be part of the dinner? I’ve never came before.” I ask her. “Yes, Nakeya. This is very important. Your father is having this dinner as an olive branch to the leader of Talokan. Our people may have been in peace for many years but there is still animosity. Now, you will put on your ceremonial dress and be on your best behavior. And Nakeya?”

“Yes mother?” I ask as we stand in front of my door. “Behave yourself. No water magic and Tet-uke stays in her stable.” I sigh defeated. “I will behave, I promise.” I say as I cross my fingers behind my back. “I saw that.” My mother says as she goes to swat my ear. I duck and run into my room.

In there I see Via smiling. “So we have to put on the corset?” She nods knowing how much pain it is going to cause me. “Can I pay you in gold to not put that on me?”

I take very small breathes as I try to breath in my tight dress. My chest seem to swell in the top. “If the leader of Talokan is blind, he is going to see clear as day when he sees me in this dress.” I mutter as I make my way to the emerald room.

I open the doors and see someone standing there, they turn as they heard me and I freeze. “Where is everyone?” I whisper as I enter the room. The person I seen was a man. He had a gold chest plate on his body, heavy emerald earrings with a matching nose piece. I look down and I see wings on his ankles.

He seemed to study me as I entered the room and I bow my head slightly. “You must be the priestess of Talong.” He speaks in a gentle tone. I look up at him and my throat becomes dry.

“You’re beautiful.” I blurt out. I see his lip twitch into a smile and I recover quickly. “How do you know I am the priestess?”

“Because your eyes are as Grey as stone and your tribal markings…they are unique to Hunab-Ku.” I feel myself blush and bite my bottom lip. “And you must be K’uk’ulkan, I’ve heard many stories about you from when I was little.”

His eyes trail down my body which only makes me bite my lip a bit harder. “And what stories have you heard, little priestess?” He asks as he takes a step towards me.

I swallow hard, hating that I can’t breathe properly. “I heard that to your people you are a god, you have protected Talokan for many years and you want to have peace like my father.”

He nods and he reaches out, moving a lock of my hair behind my ear. His touch made my skin burn in a way I couldn’t describe, but I wanted him to touch me more, I wanted him.

“You know little priestess, I’ve heard how powerful you are. And I must say your beauty in person can not be described in words.” He leans in close causing his breathe to tickle my ear. I swallow a moan and when our eyes meet, I knew he would either love me or ruin me so that no other man could satisfy me.

The doors behind us open and K’uk’ulkan moved away from me quickly. And looked past me. “Ah, my friend, I see you’ve met my daughter, the priestess.” My father says on a boastful tone. K’uk’ulkan smiles and walks past me to greet my father. I turn and see Ordain giving me a look but I ignore him.

My mother motions me over and we sit down at the long table. My father and mother both sitting at the head, my brother sitting beside me. Two of K’uk’ulkan’s guards stood behind him and he sat right in front of me.

His eyes did glance at my chest and I find myself sitting up straight to give him a view. “Don’t be such a Kaaye' dorado.” (Gold fish) Ordain hissed in my ear. I kick his leg under the table and he jerks back in pain.

Our mother gives us a glare and we both straighten. I mouth my sorry to her and I sit there listening to the boring conversation between my father and K’uk’ulkan.

“…I have many plans for this union King Odess. And to have our two nations join together as allies would not only strengthen our numbers but would prolong the life of the people. Especially if we combine our vibranium together.”

“Yes, Talong and Talokan would benefit greatly. But since Wakanda had revealed themselves it is rumored that the land dwellers are trying to seek if there is more vibranium. And they are now searching the waters. I am sure King K’uk’ulkan that you would agree that that isn’t a wise idea to allow this. Or for them to discover us. We must act now and keep both of now nations as such, a secret.” He nods in agreement with my father.

“Mm, I have also heard that there may be a device helping the land dwellers to find our vibranium. That must be destroyed. I have put my strongest warriors together and I would like to invite you and your people to join our forces on the front lines.”

“Wouldn’t that be a barbaric idea?” I speak, causing my parents and brother to give me a dirty look. “I apologize for my daughter’s outburst, I have spoiled her and allowed her to speak her mind when no one has asked.” My father says as he takes a drink.

“It is fine. I like compelling conversations. What would you suppose we do, priestess?” K’uk’ulkan asks as he stares deep into my eyes. I glance at my parents and then back at him. He nods letting me know to speak.

“I believe that in union of the two nations would be a great idea but the resources we have can help keep peace. Our people have lived over thousands of years, we have no illness. We have a way to help those on the surface. I want them to understand that the vibranium we have here shouldn’t be weaponized. But put to better use. I know that the goddess would want that for not just Talong, but for your nation as well, King K’uk’ulkan.”

He looks at me and as he was about to speak my father laughs breaking whatever words I had spoken into pieces. “Nakeya, you live in a fairytale, and I do envy that. Now king K’uk’ulkan, I would like to speak more about my people joining the frontline.”

I look down at my fingers keeping back the tears, because I know the goddess in me doesn’t like the talk of war, she wants to prolong the peace.

I hear my mother clear her throat and I look at her. “King K’uk’ulkan, I’m sure that the priestess would like to show you her gift.” She nods and I stand.

“If everyone is done with their drinks, I would like to show you all a vision I had last night.” I take a calm breathe and feel my eyes roll back. The liquid in everyone cups rises up and I move my hands to orchestrate the liquid in my image.

“I saw a nation, a nation where the ancestors would be proud.” I smile and the liquid turns into a great big kingdom. I glance around the room and everyone was in awe.

When my eyes rest on him, he was staring at me. Not like a magician, but he was staring at me as if I was the answers to his prayers. I feel my magic shift a bit and it swirled around him making sea flowers dance around his head. He smiles at that and I raise my hands to help the liquid disperse into the air. Everyone claps and I bow to thank them.

As I sit back down I hear my father call to King K’uk’ulkan. “Now that the party tricks have been displayed, I would like you to invite you and my son to talk in a more private setting.” The three of them stand and leave the room. I look after K’uk’ulkan and sigh. “Nakeya, come. Let us go do your studies.” I feel myself try to slouch as she mentions my studies to me. “Yes mother.”

🐢🐢🐢

“Finally I can take off that corset, thank the goddesses.” I say as I stretch my torso and take a deep breathe. I’ve been studying for the last three hours and I decided to take a break. Via had peeked into my room for a moment. “My priestess would you like anything?”

“No I am fine, Via. Tell me are they still talking in the private room?” She shakes her head. “No, King K’uk’ulkan has left and the our king is in his chambers with the queen.” For some reason it made me a bit sad that he left without saying goodbye to me.

Then again who am I to expect him to say goodbye to me?

“Ah, well I’ll just take a break and get back to studying, thank you Via. If I need anything I’ll call for you.” She bows and leaves my room. I sit back in my chair, bitting my thumb nail thinking about how I can get out of studying.

Tap tap tap

My head snaps to the left and I see a dark figure outside my window. I gather water and create a spear, ready to defend myself.

I peek out the window and lower my spear. K’uk’ulkan bows and I open my window. “I thought you left.” I say to him as I splash my water spear away. He gives smirk. “How could I leave without wishing you a farewell, little priestess?” He leans in and I feel a blush on my brown cheeks.

“You know the king doesn’t respect you.” He comments. “My father is a good man, complicated, but a good man.” I say defending him. “Are you sure? He dismisses your title, he tears down your dreams of peace. If you were mine, I would treat you as such.” He says to me.

If you were mine. I repeat those words in my head and feel my heart flutter.

“Treat me like a little priestess?” I say teasing. “I would treat you like a goddess. Because that is who you are. I would never allow someone to disrespect you let alone treat your gifts as if they were mere tricks.” He says as he studies my face.

I suddenly feel small in front of him and I twiddle my fingers. “Don’t do that.” I say looking down. He lifts my chin making me look at him. “Don’t do what?”

“Make me feel important. Make me feel as if I can do anything. I know the goddess is inside of me. She is strong, but I don’t feel strong.” I try to look away from him but he doesn’t allow it. “I see a strong goddess, I see a ruler, a queen, and if you’ll allow, I see you as mine. And my gift to you is to give you the peace that you crave. There will not be another drop of blood after the gathering. I promise you that.”

I swallow hard. “How can you promise me that? How could anyone promise me that?” He strokes my cheek and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Because I know I can keep that promise. And you’re worth keeping that promise to, my little goddess.” He leans in and I feel my eyes flutter close, waiting for his lips to meet mine.

But the kiss never comes to my lips. Instead of kissing my lips, he kissed my forehead. “When I keep your promise I will kiss your lips. I must go back to Talokan now.” He whispers against my head. He moves back and I nod as he leaves

in the shadows.

“Until next time my little goddess.” I hear his whisper and I watch until he is gone. “His little goddess…I like the sound of that.” I say with a smile gently playing across my lips.

🐢🐢🐢🐢

“I don’t like the thoughts of you out there on the front lines, Nakeya.” My mother tells me ask she takes my dark hair and braids it back into a crown. “Mother we’ve spoken about this, father wants me to come only so I can keep anyone from dying. I should be grateful that he sees me as such.” My mother lifts my chin after she tucks my braid in.

“Little one, I don’t want you to think you have to please your father just to have peace. You can always tell him you don’t want to go.” She leans her head against mine and I close my eyes. “Mother, if this is how I can help then this is how I do so. Besides, I have these gifts. Why not use them.” My mother kisses my cheeks and calls Via over. “She is ready for her tribal face marks. And Via be sure to tell Aya that he is to make sure my children and husband don’t get caught in bloodshed.”

“Yes my queen, I will send the message.” She tells her as I sit still for my marks. In my gut, I knew this wasn’t the way. I know we could get the land dwellers away from our vibranium without hurting them. But my pleading has gone on deaf ears.

I meet my father and brother in the ready chambers along with our best warriors and I take a few deep breathes. “Ready to go see your boyfriend?” Ordain asks as he makes kissing noises. I narrow my eyes at him and flick my finger causing him to trip on water. “Hey!”

“Enough you two! Nakeya up front.” I march up to my father and he takes me aside. “How are you feeling?” He asks me. “I am fine.” He gives me a look and points to my fingers as I twirl them. I drop my hands by my sides and he gives a chuckle.

“You know your great grandfather use to do that. Whenever he was nervous he would play with his hands. He said if his hands weren’t playing together they would have caused the Talon nation to fall. I know I don’t treat you like your brother. But I want you to know you are my greatest treasure.” I look up at my father in shock.

“Don’t be shocked, Nakeya. I know you want peace but this is necessary. You haven’t seen these land dwellers. They are savages, they mind the golds of their lands and they kill each other for them. This is for the nations. This is a good thing.”

“Father, I understand where you are coming from. But I just know if we can show the land dwellers the right way, the nations could be stronger. I know it.” He touches my cheek and nods. “When we get back, I would like to hear your ideas.” I smile at him. “I look forward to this talk, father.” He nods and gives a smile. He turns and that is when the other warriors enter the room. I look past them seeing, king K’uk’ulkan. I haven’t spoken to him since the night we first met which have been a few days.

When I look at him all I want is for him to make me his. I crave his attention and I feel that he has bewitched my dreams ever since that day. I even imagine his kiss on my lips. I stare at him longingly and I feel a light shove to my shoulder and I turn to see Ordain. “Stop staring it’s creepy.”

“You’re one to talk. Akari said she’s hoping you lose a leg so you don’t approach her any longer.” Ordain scoffs at this. “She’s just playing hard to get. Careful little sister, she’s going to be your sister-in-law soon.” I roll my eyes. “Then I’ll take your leg just to protect the poor girl. I’ve seen how you look after a long nap, ugh it’s not pretty.” Ordain puts me in a headlock and I jab him in his rib cage making him yelp. Everyone looks at us and we quickly stop.

I see King K’uk’ulkan looking at me and my heart skips a beat. He looks away quickly and I wonder if I did anything wrong…

🐢🐢🐢

We were all in position. Waiting in the dark of the ocean. As the land dwellers continue with their search, I could feel Tet-uke become restless. I coo her and stroke her head. “I know, the waters do not like this. And you can feel it. Soon there will be peace. I know it.” I kiss her head and we dive under the water.

I swim with Aya by my side and we get close to the massive ship. Namora had signed to us to now do our siren song. I look back at my father and brother as they moved across the waters and my eyes land on him. He was looking at me and I feel my chest swell.

Our heads quietly break surface and our siren song rings for every land dweller to hear. They stop what they are doing immediately and one by one they drop into the waters.

I hear the warriors break the device that the land dwellers were using to help them find the vibranium. More land dwellers crash into the water and I feel calm. But that feeling lasted only a second.

Somehow some of the land dwellers hadn’t heard the siren song and started to shoot at us. We duck in the water and I click my tongue to tell Tet-uke to go under the ship.

I hum and more sea creatures answer my call. I raise my hands and they begin to slam into the ship causing it to tip on it’s side.

“Jump ship!”

“Over board!”

“Swim!”

The land dwellers scream out. Two had manage to get into an air craft, ready to leave. “They mustn’t get away to tell anyone about us!” I hear my father scream.

I open my mouth and release my wrathful cry. Causing the waters to shake. Under me I feel the slick tentacles of my greatest creation. I click my tongue twice and his tentacles shoot out of the water grabbing the air craft out of the sky.

I blow in the water and my kraken snaps it in half and eats it. I shut my eyes hearing the land dwellers screams of mercy.

As our people make sure each land dweller has drowned, I find Aya frozen still in the water. “What?” I look where he is looking and he grabs me. “My priestess, please do not look, for I have failed you.” I push away from him and I see my brother holding something in his arms.

“No, no, no, no.” I feel my entire body become cold as I see my father’s lifeless body. “Ordain, bring him to me! I can save him!” I yell. I see the sadness in my brothers eyes and I rush to him. Grabbing at my father.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I let out a cry. “Let me go, I can save him! Please!” I scream in agony as I look into my father’s lifeless eyes. “Shh. I am sorry my goddess. Your father fought like a great warrior. And his life was cut short. We must mourn our fallen now.” K’uk’ulkan whispers in my ear. I cling to him and bury my face in his neck. “I can save him..” I say as my vision blurs. “I know…I know Nakeya.” He says as he holds me.

🐢🐢🐢

It has been over a month since the loss of our people and the loss of our king, and the pain still feels fresh. My mother has loss much weight, my brother is to be next in line but he doesn’t want it. As for me?

I feel nothing now. I am numb. As the nations mourn with us, I just nod, telling them thank you for coming. I don’t want to speak anymore so I excuse myself and go sit in my fathers chair in his private study.

“We might not have been close, but I’d lie if I said it didn’t hurt that I won’t see you anymore.” I say as I inhale my fathers scent. I sit there in silence take a shaky breathe.

I don’t want to feel sadness, or pain. I need to push my emotions down the furthest pit and watch them whither away and die with my people, with my father.

“I figured you’d be alone.” I jump and look up to see K’uk’ulkan standing beside me. “I didn’t hear you come in. I apologize.” He shakes his head. “No need, you are hurt and I didn’t want to interrupt….” He kneels down so that we are both eye to eye.

“I will keep my promise to you. You do remember it correct?” I nod and wipe a tear that had threatened to slip down my cheek. “I remember.” I whisper. He touches my wet cheek and he searches my eyes.

“I wish I could’ve been more help. So that you’d wouldn’t cry.” I give him a sad smile. “You know, I keep playing that moment in my head, how I could’ve saved him, or how if I had been fast enough. I know we mourn and then we let their spirits go into the heavens with our ancestors, but I am selfish. I do not want him to go. I don’t want to let this go. I want revenge, I want the land dwellers to pay for what they have done to us. I was wrong to think they could be peaceful.” I hiss.

He touches my hand and I calm a bit. “Land dwellers are nothing but a cancer to the world. When the mourning period is over I would like to propose a plan to secure our waters. But I will not go forward until I get your blessing.”

“Why me?” I ask. “The way you can control the waters to your whim, the way the creatures of the sea obey your words. I would be a fool to go against you, little goddess.” I smile at his words and he seems to stare a bit too long.

“I have something for you. In case you ever need me…” He takes out a conch shell and hands it to me. “Just blow on this and I will come to you no matter what.”

“Why are you so kind to me?” I look up at him from the conch shell and my throat dries because he looks as if he wants to take me away. “Did you know that my people were once land dwellers? I know, it’s a very shameful thing to say right now, but when my mother had passed, she wanted to be buried on her native land. So I granted her wish, a few of my people and I had walked on the land and there we saw the land dwellers. They were not inviting to us, in fact they attacked us. And so I did what I had to do. I’ll spare you the details of the massacre. When all was done, there was only one man left. He looked at me and called me a child without love, and with one strike, I had ended his life. When it comes to my people I am their god, I am K’uk’ulkan. But to my enemies, I am Namor. I am kind to you because I can see myself in you. We both want justice for our people, we both want peace, we both…”

He leans in close and pulls me in. “…want our nations to be joined together and become something great.” He whispers against my lips.

He places his hand on the back of my neck and he pulls me close. Our lips touch and I sigh into the kiss.

At first the kiss was gentle and sweet, but it turned into hunger and passion. It was as if we couldn’t get the distance between us any shorter.

He sucks on my tongue and I moan, clenching my fingers in his hair. He picks me up off of the chair and sits down, having me straddle his lap. I feel his erection against my clit and I groan moving my hips. He holds them in place and I feel him grin against my lips.

“Such a greedy little goddess. Do not worry I will give you all of me.” He says as he presses his erection against me harder. I open my mouth to give a ghost of a moan. “Shh, we must be quiet. Let them mourn while I worship you.” He moans as he allows me to pleasure myself on his erected cock. He grabs the back of my head and yanks it back, exposing my neck to him.

He gently bites and I let out a groan. “Let me worship your body, let me be your only pleasure my goddess. No one else can have you, no one else can even look at you. You’re mine.” He bites harder and I grab onto him, humping him harder. “I’m gonna cum.” I moan out loud.

“That’s it, I want your orgasm. But not this way.” He yanks me up and he knees before me. I try to stand but my knees and legs are weak. “I’ve got you.” He whispers as he lifts my dress above my belly button. I feel his mustache tickle my pubic hair and his breathe caresses my clit.

“A follower gets on their knees for their god when they want to worship them. I get on my knees for you so you can speak tongues to yours.” He lifts my leg, placing it on his shoulder and my eyes roll back as he twirls his tongue against my clit. I grip his hair and throw my head back.

I buck my hips fast, feeling my orgasm build up again. Just as he predicted, I start speaking in tongues as he fucks me with his tongue. He grabs onto my ass as he licks me faster. I look down and he was staring at me with lust in his eyes.

I stutter that I’m coming and he keeps pace making my body shake violently. I feel him give one more suck and I moan out his name, falling into his arms.

He licks his lips and leans down to kiss me. I taste myself on him and suck his tongue causing him to moan. I place my hand on his chest and I feel a shock to my body. My eyes roll back and I see K’uk’ulkan in front of my father.

It was the day his life was cut short. I was watching through K’uk’ulkan’s eyes. “They mustn’t get away to tell anyone about us!” I see my father yell. I then see a stone blade in K’uk’ulkan’s hand and he grabs my father shoulder, impaling the blade deep into his chest. The chaos of everything going on made this is perfect time for this act of betrayal. The gasp my father gave made me want to throw up.

“W…why?” My father whispered. “Because this nation only needs one king.” He removes the blade from his chest and lets it drop in the water. My father tries to hold it together. “My daughter will end you! You demon!” K’uk’ulkan leans in close to my father. “I’m not worried about your daughter, she will soon be my wife and we will rule over this nation. It’s a shame you won’t see her vision come true.” And with that he snapped his neck killing him quickly.

I gasp out of the vision and I push myself away from him. “Are you okay?” He reached out to me and I jerk back but remain calm. “I am fine, I just remembered my mother asked me to help her with the burning ceremony. Thank you for the distraction.” I turn and before I take a step he grabs my wrist and it took all my strength not to snatch it away from him. “Don’t forget this.” He hands me the conch shell and I take it. “Thank you.”

“I meant what I said, call me anytime and I will come to you.” He says as he releases my wrist. I nod and leave. I try not to run out away from him but I manage to get to my room. I throw the conch shell and wipe my lips angrily.

I keep getting flashes of my father’s betrayed face. The blooded blade falling in the ocean. My fathers neck breaking. Before I knew it I had felt my knees give out and I threw up. I wipe my mouth and I scream in anger. I just had that monster touch me intimately, the same monster who murdered my father.

Via had ran into my room and she saw me angry cry. “I know my priestess, we all miss the king.” She had helped me up and told the servants to clean up my floor. She had drawn a bath for me and I didn’t even feel the hot water on my skin.

“I’ve got it Via.” I tell her. She leaves me alone and I lay back in the water letting myself sink to the bottom of the bathtub. I make a water form of K’uk’ulkan and with a swift move of my finger I decapitate his water form.

“Your enemies call you Namor, well I’ll be calling you amongst the dead very soon.”

[room-of-torture]

Donatello couldn’t help but chuckle at her first comment. Tell that to his brother and he will get a kick out of her no shit taking attitude. The strong spirited ones that called out anyone on their bullshit were more fun he’d say. Attractive he’d say.

…something he kind of did agree with. But he kept that to himself.

He moved his gaze away from the blonde while straightening his posture. “Good. Last thing I need is my partner becoming all googly-eyed and losing track of why they are here in the first place.” His honeyed eyes quickly moved towards his cell as it gave off a ding sound. A text was sent from one of his older brothers.

Able to read what the message said without opening his cell completely, the lanky turtle placed his hands on the arms of his chair and pushed himself to stand from his seat. He looked back at his partner, meeting with her emerald eyes as he thought for a moment.

Was mentioning Sam’s and/or Michelangelo’s crazy ghost stories within the mansion even worth mentioning? That seem to also be a “issue” within this home.

Giving her cynical attitude, that was probably a no. He hasn’t seen any of these ‘spirits’ himself so he can’t say they were real or not. Even with some of the unexplainable occurrences he’s witnessed in the past it was still really difficult to say if this place was ‘haunted’ or not. It could be just the slow loss of sanity from being cooped up in this place for so long that made others see things that aren’t there. That was more of a possibility then seeing ghosts.

This place was full of crazies.

“No.” Donnie said while grabbing his phone and slipping it in his pant’s pocket. “Welcome to the fun house.” Walking around his desk, the tall terrapin moved past his partner to stand at his doorway. Keeping it clear as he stood to the side and grabbed the handle of the door. “Now if you will excuse me, my assistance is needed elsewhere.” He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled tiredly. “As usual.” He grumbled.

Opening his eyes to glance over to Vivian. “Do as you want. Rest, eat, bother Sam or Crush, have a party in the pool by the backyard garden by all means-whatever.” He rolled his stiff shoulders. “Only come to me if and only if you have any questions or updates that involve our case. I sent a note to that laptop I gave you yesterday that has my contact info. Incase I’m not in my office.”

@mythigal1966

All That Glitters

RP with @room-of-torture

Vivian hated this stretch of road.  It was dark and isolated, and cell phone coverage was spotty.  Even if she had the attention to spare to reach for her phone, there was no guarantee she’d be able to summon help.

She didn’t know what the person in the big black truck behind her had under the hood, but they were way too close behind her, and their headlights in her rear-view and side mirrors were blindingly bright.  

Vivian was an excellent driver, but she was not a stunt-woman: it was all she could do to stay ahead of the other vehicle.  She gritted her teeth as they put on a burst of speed and tagged her rear bumper, fighting for control as she was nearly forced off the road.

Against her better judgement, she increased her speed again, trying to stay far enough ahead of the big truck to give her a little warning: they had bumped her car twice now, trying to get her to stop, and she didn’t like her odds if they kept at it.  

Her tires lost their grip a bit on the road as she rounded a blind curve, and Vivian wrestled grimly with the steering wheel as her car skidded into the opposite lane.

Especially when the headlights of an oncoming car blinded her.

Vivian managed to force her car back onto her side of the road long enough to miss the other vehicle, but she over-corrected, bounced off a tree, then swerved across both lanes of the road, tires and metal screeching and glass shattering as she went through the rail and crashed down the steep hillside before slamming into the lake.

The air-bag stunned her for several precious seconds, and by the time she realized what was happening, the car was underwater and sinking, water pouring in through the shattered rear side window.  

Near panic, Vivian yanked futilely at her seat belt, but the buckle refused to budge. Panting with fear, she fought with increasing desperation as the water rose swiftly, until she was finally forced to hold her breath.

She was going to die here unless she could get the thrice damned seat belt undone!

No matter how she pulled and twisted, she couldn’t get free of the restraint, and her lungs ached for lack of air.  

Just before she lost the battle to stay conscious and keep holding her breath, she caught a flash of something moving through the murky water in her car’s headlights…

[vilandel]

Vilandel Clover Writer ☘️♣️

Masterlists

Stories My Writing ☘️♣️ Tag Silver Cats & Black Roses Black Clover Oneshots The Scent Of Lavender Revenge of the Bride

Random Headcanons Random Headcanon ♣️ Tag Random Headcanon I Random Headcanon II

OC Profiles My Black Clover OC Tag Rosette Vitrail Lital Lys Athénaïs Vitrail Lavendel Neuschwanstein Crush the Emerald Turtle

Black Clover Next Generation

Black Clover Modern AU Series

[captain-kinda-trash]

Okay, okay 😍 Bay!Raph, small drabble, 🌻 accidental confession with female reader (she/her) please and thank you!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Oops... (Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader)

Of course!! Thank you for being my first request <33 [sorry it's a bit short!]

[prompts ~ 🌻, Bayverse! Raph]

Raphael hadn't even meant to say the words. Embarrassingly enough, they just slipped, something out of the ordinary for the usually quick-witted and flirtatious turtle.

While you were leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and a toothy grin overtaking your features, raph struck up a conversation.

It started out simple enough, something along the lines of why you were hiding a gigantic container of goldfish on top of the fridge, which led to some savory flirting that upcurled the ninja's scarred lip. He relished in the way you stated put, seeming unflustered and quick with your comebacks.

"Whaddya mean by that?" Raph questioned, one brow ridge arching with mischievous curiosity.

"Listen, Red, all I'm saying, is that you just dont have the best... Taste in women."

He scoffed, toned shoulders moving with the force of his breath.

"Oh yeah," he challenged, "And who's to say, except you? I think you'll disagree."

"I'd be willing to bet that the girl you've got a crush on has nothing on these looks."

His chest rumbled with laughter when you struck a dramatic pose, hand landing on your outplaced hip and flipping your hair.

"Hm, then I'm willing to prove that yer wrong, stinker. I've got my work cut out for me."

"Oh? I don't like her."

"Oh but ya do. Hard for you to hate yerself."

It took Raphael a little less than 3 seconds (and your baffled face) to realize whatt he'd said.

Oops...

He didn't know what he was expecting your reaction to be, but it most certainly not a wide smile and the wiggling of eyebrows, masking a flustered expression. You shuffled closer with a grin.

"Oh... Maybe I do like her then."

The turtle coughed nervously, averting his emerald eyes from yours when you nudged his more-than-muscular arm. What was he supposed to say? Thankfully he didn't need to think of anything else, since you'd already began speaking.

"Well then I think you'd be happy with my taste in men too, Red. Unless you hate yourself."

His eyes went wide, glancing at the smug expression on your face, and was soon after left speechless when you pecked a kiss against the side of his scaly face.

[yay! thank you for being my first request lovely! i just adore writing these cute little drabbles!]

[room-of-torture]

After a couple hours of gaming, and couple of wins from both Crush and Immogene- Raph was spent for the night. He wasn’t going to get into it about loosing since his younger brother was already gloating on his wins. They would be here all night if he did. It was a trap and he wasn’t going to take it.

He needed some peace for the night and some rest for the next day.

After cleaning up. The three of them chatted for a bit, especially Mikey as he was letting Immogene know that she was welcome to join him or them in game/movie nights anytime she liked. Much like his younger brother to try and make friends with all the clients he meets.

“By the way, just call me Michelangelo or Mikey for short. That’s my real name.” The orange clad chuckled before winking at the redhead. Patting his older brother’s arm as he felt a nudge from him. “Ah it’s aight, I don’t mind. Deserves ta know my name after kicking butt at Mario Kart!”

Immogene couldn’t help but laugh-but she appreciated his honesty. “Well Mikey, that sounds great. I wouldn’t mind joining you…both of you I guess,” She made a quick, jab glance at the brute with a playful smile before turning back to the younger turtle. “-again next time. I had much fun.” Her smile had surprisingly soften as the shorter turtle grinned happily and he bounced a little with excitement at her response.

Genuinely she did have much fun with the two terrapins. It felt like a long time since she’s had such a feel good time like this. Plus Crush-Michelangelo’s energetic and sweet personality was a bit infectious, it was hard to say no to him even though she’s only just met him. He gave off a very welcoming energy that you don’t see everyday. Not that the brute didn’t secretly as well for some reason but…still.

Standing up from her seat. “Well gentlemen, have a goodnight. Wish I could stay up longer but I’m going to be quite busy-“ Immogene’s emerald gaze narrowed slightly towards Raphael as a grin grew across his scarred lips at her. She rolled her eyes quickly but kept het smile. “…I’ll be quite busy tomorrow so I need some sleep at least.”

“I’ll walk ya ta yer room, not far from kine anyway.” Raph spoke up as he stood up.

“Is there a reason why are rooms are so conveniently close.” The redhead quickly replied with a brow raised.

Raph chuckled with a smile. “It’s all arranged purposefully incase of any emergency.” His broad shoulders raised as he shrugged nonchalantly.

She had no doubt it was to be done this way for emergency as the brute said or to save the trip if they were far apart or both. But what emergency would that include? Weren’t they ‘safe’ in this house? But what would be the danger? From the people she’s met so far or mentions of a certain Headmaster, it seems like it could be danger from outside…or maybe inside. Or both?

There was some shady shit going on and it raised some questions but, she stashed them away for later. Maybe when she met up with Sam on their swim tomorrow she could answer some.

“Hm” Immogene nodded slowly. Turning around and taking a few steps but then she paused. The longer strands of her red hair fell from her shoulder to on her back as she glanced back at the larger terrapin. “Are you coming?”

Raphael’s smile switched to a smirk. His gold gaze smoothly moved down then up the woman’s curves. Soon possibly, but not the one she was talking about. “Yep” He responded before following his partner.

Michelangelo watched the two walk away with a raised brow and smile. Grabbing his console and games, “Goodnight you rascals! Don’t get into trouble!” He said with a light laugh.

*******

There was some chat between them before the two parted ways. Mainly talk on their plans tomorrow. A part of him hoped Immogene didn’t see how tense he was while they walked together but, another part of him hoped she did. She had him riled up and now he had to burn off the rest of that energy he had or his night would be restless.

That was his plan for tonight but he didn’t tell her that. He only wished the redhead goodnight and not to let the bed bugs bite…because he will want to take a bite soon…

Once in his room, Raphael locked his door and was quick to rip off his uniform as he was now impatient. Every piece on him was off, even his underwear. He was starting to feel constricted with it all on and just wanted to get into his bed soon rather then later.

A heavy breath blew through his nostrils as the cool air hit his now naked form. Exposed muscles were obviously tense and stiff. His heavy, hardening cock swayed lightly side to side while he walked around his bedroom. He signed as he felt the muscle throb with each step. I get it, ok. Shit!

Kneeling down to set aside his dress shoes and then tossing his clothing across the room and on to his couch chair, the muscular terrapin was quick to move towards his bed now. He ignored his sleep shorts that were hanging on the wooden frame of his bed and decided it would be best to do this with nothing in the way. He needed to be free to move as much as he wanted.

Plopping onto his bed with a grunt, Raph laid on top of the sheets and spread his legs a bit for a more comfortable position. He rubbed a hand over his face with another sigh as he felt it throb again but soon smiled. “Ya really got me frustrated didn’ya? With only a few days of knowin’ eachother...” He said to himself with a chuckle. “Ya have me impressed so far but ya still got a long trip ahead of ya…”

Spitting into his palm, he didn’t need much as he felt some pre-cum was already dripping down, Raph gripped his cock and slowly began to pump himself. Another grunt was made as his motion was smooth with a good grip. Sure the strokes were slow, almost painfully slow that had his hips bucking slightly against his hand but it felt fucking good. Good enough to tease but good enough to bring him close to his climax.

Minutes had gone by before the terrapin started to pick up speed on his pumping and he tilted his head back against his pillow with a groan. “Fuck…that feels good…” He said with a low voice, low enough only he could hear. He gritted his teeth when his thumb rubbed the soaked, sensitive tip of his cock over and over everytime he brought his hand up after rubbing his shaft.

Thoughts of his redhead partner from the sparing session earlier quickly flashed in his mind. Her curves, her playful green eyes and her fluid movements had his head tilting back more. He enjoyed watching those big hips of hers move in action. The red clad turtle brought his free hand over his tightly shut eyes as he groaned more at the increase in speed and pressure on his hard muscle.

It wasn’t long until Raph gave a few more final strong strokes and he finally released his frustration with a louder and deep sound from his throat. Ropes of climax splayed ontop of his plastron and his pumps slowed down to a stop as he felt his thighs stop buckling. “H-hah…look at the mess ya made…” Letting the heavy cock lay on its side on his thigh, the terrapin let out a deep but breathy chuckle. Settling both arms at his side, his chest raised then lowed heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

Amber gaze was half lidded as he stared up at the ceiling. His breathing slowed down as he gave himself a moment or two to relax his muscles.

Starting to feel the tired come in and after one more moment, the large terrapin slowly sat up and pushed himself to stand. “Aight…” He murmured to himself. Walking over to the bathroom with a sway of his shoulders, “-Time ta clean up n’ rest. I want ta see what more ya got in store fer me this week…hopefully it’s not all talk, firecracker.” Raphael said with a sly grin.

Tomorrow was a new day afterall.

@waterstar2016

Red Mahogany

She’d been driving for hours and the exhaustion pulled at her. A yellow changing to a red light made her swear and she drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. Her eyes flicking back and forth between the light and the rear view mirror.

There had been rumours at the facility. The hushed and fear filled voices spoke of a place, a place that might be able to help her. A second later the light turned green and she moved through the intersection holding her breath as she passed by a cruiser. Just someone on their way back from a dinner with friends, nothing to hide here officer. She didn’t have much time. They would have found the bodies by now.

[simplepotatofarmer]

techno & kindness vs. niceness: a follow up to this post

since a few people asked to hear my thoughts on this, here we go.

first, i want to talk a bit about my grandpa. he was a gruff man. he taught me how to skin rabbits and squirrels, wasn’t much for conversation, and once pointed a loaded shotgun at land developers. 

he also told me that the best way to judge who someone is, what they are at their core, is to look at how they treat animals.

now, being that it’s minecraft and animals are needed for resources for potions, etc. i’m not going to lean too hard into this. i also want to be upfront that i’m not excusing anything techno’s done or even saying he’s a good person. i don’t really like labeling people as good or bad because i think people are capable of both and i think techno is the perfect example of that.

when it comes to animals, techno clearly has a soft spot. 

not just for the ones he owns himself, but for other people’s pets. he fed both max and jackmanifold’s fox golden apples, gives his own pets golden apples and diamond swords. he worried about the bees him and phil were collecting getting hurt in the rain/snow. the distress in his voice when the zombie crushed his turtle eggs was palatable.

why i think this is such an important thing to note is because by game design, feeding foxes or polar bears golden apples or using potions on them, benefits him in no way. techno is someone who hoards resources as a way to protect himself and feel safe, but he’s perfectly willing to use those resources on animals that give nothing in return. he displays a level of kindness towards them that i think most people probably find surprising. 

it makes sense, though, because techno is very often kind but not nice.

i focus a lot on his treatment of animals and that’s because for someone like techno, who takes being hurt by people very hard, it’s easier for him to display that towards something that can’t hurt him.

but that doesn’t mean he’s not kind to other people.

the vault is the first example of this and while it’s clear he was receiving something in return, the sheer amount of work that he put into collecting resources was something else that even the others noted. he also didn’t push for the emeralds back from tubbo. 

that’s not the only examples, of course. telling phil to reach out to ranboo to offer him a place to stay when ranboo had been a part of (unknowingly/unwillingly) one techno’s biggest traumas, letting tommy stay in his house when he considered what happened a betrayal, giving tommy golden carrots later on and then giving the remainder of the ones that he had gotten back from tommy to ranboo, saying he was now out of food because he kept giving it away. the friendship emeralds and everything with his relationship with phil.

but techno is not nice.

he doesn’t shy away from telling people how he feels or what he thinks of them. it’s often in a joking or teasing way but he rarely couches it in any sort of niceties. he flat out told tommy it was the consequences of his own actions which might not be accurate because i’m personally not sure most of that was tommy’s doing but it was what techno believes, he’s blunt with his opinions of quackity, fundy, and tubbo most notably though he’s the same with others as well.

he’s also willing to do things that hurt others if it’s in line with his beliefs, which he truly and clearly feels is what will benefit others. whether or not you agree with his actions and beliefs, they are centered around what he sees as something beneficial: no oppression or mind control, no nationalism that can be used as a weapon, no forcing people to do things they don’t want (which i know is a sticking point and i agree/acknowledge that but not going into it in this post, i’m just focusing on techno’s pov which doesn’t always line up).

at the heart of it, technoblade is just a person, not good or bad, capable of both.

he’s someone who can be exceedingly kind to those he cares for (and even those who have hurt him) but isn’t necessarily nice.

[princeanxious]

I made a gold-flecked greenbean merman, pls love him. Hes Babey. His stand-in nickname Sweetpea or Greenbean or smth bc i dont have a name for him

He deserves all the hugs and kisses. He befriends fishes and saves turtles and gets caught in kind sailors nets way too often, someone help this idiot before enough sailors catch and release him enough to create the legend of the Scaled Emerald and he ends up getting lured into a pirates trap jggutdy

I ended up rambling out a whole story for him in my tags including his crush on a cute himbo sailor and his queerplatonic relationship with an aroace pirate captain so enjoy that??

[mcheang]

How about one where Marinette gives up on her class, deciding to get holders from other classes

So she decides to give Aurore the Fox, prompting Lila to lie about the fox.

Next akuma is a mind control akuma, and oh no! Aurore is one of the controlled! Well, she was gonna give the turtle to Mireille but maybe she can be the Fox just this once

And then the Akuma after that, Fox Aurore and Turtle Mireille

Basically lots of quick and random akuma attacks make it hard for Lila to keep up her lies

Switch

A Pre-Miracle Queen outline that my mind drove me to

Marinette decides that having her hero allies be classmates under Lila’s spell is a bad idea.

Good thing she is on the class president committee and knows the other class presidents are smart enough to see through Lila’s lies (basically they weren’t pleased with Lila’s flaky absences from class participation. And also because the weather girls know their fair share of celebrities)

First replacement: Aurore as Vixen

The battle was a success but Chat questioned why Rena was replaced.

Ladybug: she can’t tell truth from lies. A bad trait for any hero, let alone one wielding the kwami of illusion

Alya was heartbroken but couldn’t catch Ladybug in time to interview her.

While writing her post on Vixen, Alya asked Lila if she knew what Rena’s flaw was.

Lila: oh that’s easy. Rena and Carapace are so a couple but that just hinders them in a fight. Their first priorities were on each other, not Hawkmoth.

Alya: oh...

So this was about the Scarlet Moth incident. Oh no, then Nino is being replaced too?

Second replacement: Mireille as Kit (she knows she is a substitute so she wanted her name to show she wasn’t a real hero yet)

Aurore had been hit by an akuma, luckily her vice class président had escaped.

Kit’s appearance had Alya confused.

Lila: oh, that’s because Vixen was pregnant. Shocker, I know. Even Ladybug was speechless. But obviously she can’t be a hero in her condition.

Except then why did Vixen return alongside the new heroine, Emerald Shell?

Lila: the pregnancy test results were a dud

Nino was already warned by Alya. While not happy, he was remarkably chill about the new girl.

Honeybee makes her appearance

Lila: ok, how are you surprised Chloé was replaced?

Chloé threw a major tantrum.

Equestria replaces Pegasus

Lila: Ladybug is promoting female power

Max: that doesn’t sound right. She’s unbalancing her team genders.

Not to mention, Max figured he would have been told about why he was being replaced if that was the case. Or maybe he was a one-time hero? Except Party Crasher refuted that theory.

Tarzan replaces Monkey King

Lila: that’s Ladybug’s crush.

Everyone knows that Ladybug prefers to be professional rather than mix personal with business (Aspik was a mistake) so this raised more than a few eyebrows.

Maybe it was that LadyNoir was possibly sunken with that lie, but Alya was determined to ask Ladybug herself.

The heroine had been avoiding her for a while now, leaving her blog posts to have only Lila’s statement for evidence.

It shouldn’t be too hard, except now the Teachers were serious about keeping students safe. Meaning they were anticipating Alya to run to the fight and were determined to stop her.

And apparently Lila didn’t want to call in any favours with Ladybug for an interview because friendships aren’t about favors.

Hence, Alya kept lurking around the park, waiting for the inevitable return of Mr Pigeon.

As has become tradition, after Mr Pigeon is defeated, Mr Ramier treats the heroes to ice cream and they sit down for a while.

But this time, Alya interrupted their peaceful snack.

Alya: Ladybug, Chat Noir, would you please grant me an interview

Ladybug stood up, “Sorry, Alya. But I barely have a minute left. Thanks for the ice cream, Mr Ramier. Bug out!”

Chat had just gobbled his in two bites when Alya called out again, desperation leaking out of her. “Just one question!”

Ladybug stilled, but finally turned around. Her eyes were cold sapphires. “One. I don’t have time right now.”

Be quick about it.

Alya gulped. There were so many questions she wanted to ask about the new heroes, why they were chosen. But if she had to choose one question, Alya blurted out without thinking. “Are you really Lila’s best friend?”

That was her question? Alya wanted to smack herself. That was old news. She should have asked why Ladybug took so long to replace Queen Bee.

“No.”

Alya stared at Ladybug, having lost her focus in her self-reproach.

“What?”

But Ladybug had already zipped away.

Chat coughed. “Lovely to see you again, Alya. Have a good day, Mr Ramier.” And he quickly made his escape too.

Mr Ramier looked at the Ladyblogger with pity. “Do you want some ice cream?”

Alya burst into tears. She had paid for Lila’s ice cream. Because of her tonsil surgery. But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Lila had been lying all this time.

At the moment, Alya could care less about why the old heroes were replaced. That was their affair. But now she understood why she had been replaced. Not because of her relationship with Nino, but because she believed lies about Ladybug without even checking with her. What a gullible fool she had been.

As Mr Ramier tried his best to cheer her up, and keep a sharp eye out for akumas, the tale came out. How she had ruined her credibility and blindly believed a liar despite her own best friend warning her.

Mr Ramier: why didn’t you believe Marinette?

Alya: because I thought she was jealous of Lila. They like the same boy.

Mr Ramier frowned. “Is Marinette the kind of girl to hate a supposedly sweet girl just because they share a crush?”

Alya paused. True, Marinette had issues with Chloé and Kagami because of their personalities but Aurore also had a crush on Adrien and the girls got along fine.

Alya: no, she isn’t. What kind of a friend, am I?

Mr Ramier: a human friend. Miss Cesaire, if I may give you some advice, you made mistakes yes. Everyone does. What matters is what you choose to do afterwards. And to do better next time.

Alya: so...I should apologize?

Mr Ramier nodded patiently. “Yes. To your friend, to Ladybug, and if I may say so, to your followers.”

Alya: what should I do about Lila?

Mr Ramier: what do you think you should do?

Alya bit her lip. “I’ll expose her. But not as badly as I would like, because she’ll just end up as an akuma.”

Mr Ramier nodded and stood, his pigeons flying off. “I wish you luck, Miss Cesaire.”

That night, Alya finally did her ground research on Lila. Needless to say, she was horrified at what she had learned.

The next morning, everyone was whispering about the newest post on the Ladyblog. “The truth about Lila Rossi.”

Not only did it feature Ladybug’s statement and Alya’s apologies, but there were links to warnings about Lila from her old classmates.

Lila was absent, hiding from the disgust of the school, but also facing an angry mother. Alya was persistent in getting Mrs Rossi’s attention. It took a while to convince the ignoramus that she was not an akuma and yes, her daughter is a lying bully.

Alya gave Mrs Rossi a heads up because with Lila now exposed, questions about her leave of absence will be raised. Oh, and she needed to keep an eye out for akumas.

Hawkmoth certainly would have loved to target Lila, but Alya was on lookout. She caught the akuma in a butterfly net launcher 10 minutes before the school bell rang. Now she just needs to deliver this to Ladybug. Though maybe they should just hold on to it. I mean if Hawkmoth can’t create more than one akuma, maybe purifying this one was a bad idea.

Ladybug agreed to wait until Lila was dealt with. She commended Alya for finally opening her eyes. But sadly Rena won’t be returning.

Alya accepted that. She wasn’t ready. It would take time, but she would recover.

The butterfly was kept under guard until Mayura finally sent a sentimonster after it.

[purrincess-chat]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH26

Ahhh! If you’ve read the original, this chapter reads the same up until the end. Lila has a few more tricks up her sleeve this time ;) You can see Emerald Shell in all of his glory here!

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Chapter 26: Skyscraper

Ladybug raced up the hall, colliding with Chat Noir as she rounded the corner. They blinked at each other, rubbing the sore spots on their heads.

“There’s an akuma loose in the museum,” Chat Noir said.

“I know. Let’s find it before it can akumatize someone.” Ladybug nodded.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir!” Eliott waved from the end of the hall. “I think my friend Marinette is in trouble. She’s had a rough day, and I just saw an akuma floating toward the Greek and Roman hall.”

“Don’t worry about your friend. We’ll take care of it, just get to safety.” Ladybug ordered.

Civilians fled across the lobby, piling out of the entrance as cherubs darted from the ceiling.

“We’re too late,” Ladybug said, yanking Chat Noir to the ground as a headless figure with wings flew at them.

“Looks like Nike is taking a victory lap.” Chat Noir commented.

“Diana too.” Ladybug pointed to the young woman petting a deer. “The akuma must be bringing the art to life. We better hurry and capture it before Paris gets flooded with monsters.”

“And naked people.” Chat Noir shuddered at the thought.

They raced past men and women in period clothes, men and women hardly wearing any clothes. Most were seemingly harmless until they reached Gericault’s Charging Chasseur, and Ladybug stopped Chat Noir just short of his sword. Behind him were several archangels with spears flanked by other monsters.

“How many can you take?” Ladybug asked, brandishing her yoyo.

Chat Noir readied his staff with a wince. “Five, maybe ten.”

Strikes came from all directions, and any attempts to dodge into the air were thwarted by flying creatures and projectiles. They were outnumbered, and there was no sign of the akuma anywhere. Ladybug flipped back several paces until she found herself back-to-back with Chat Noir.

“Lucky Charm!” She caught a ceramic turtle as it materialized.

“Oh great, maybe we can find the akuma, and he can bring your new pet to life.” Chat Noir grunted.

“I think it wants me to go to Master Fu,” she said, palming the figurine. “Can you manage alone for a bit?”

“I can try to give them the runaround, but don’t take your time.” Chat Noir vaulted over the horde, landing on the other side of the hall. “Is that all you chumps got? I’m falling asleep.”

Ladybug slipped out as they took the bait, swinging to Master Fu’s as fast as her yoyo would carry her.

“Master, there’s an akuma at the Louvre that’s bringing all of the artwork to life, and the lucky charm told me to come here.” She explained in a rush.

“Very well.” Master Fu stood to retrieve the Miracle Box, but Ladybug held up a hand.

“Actually, Master, I was thinking we could use yours—if that’s okay!” She pressed her palms together.

Master Fu smiled, removing his bracelet. “Do you have someone you can trust?”

“I have someone in mind.” She nodded. She only hoped she could find him.

“Good luck.”

Back at the museum, Nino bravely tussled with an Egyptian mummy, and her heart sank. Griping the box in her hand a little tighter, she started up the hall in search of another boy. Of course, it was possible that he’d already evacuated, but if luck was on her side, she’d find him.

A high-pitched scream drew Ladybug around the corner. Macy cowered on the floor while Martin shielded her from an angel with his textbook.

“Run, Macy!”

“Not without you!” she cried.

“I’ll hold him off. Go find Marinette; I’m right behind you!” He ordered.

Macy eyed him hesitantly before scrambling from the exhibit.

Ladybug held up the box in her hand, flicking her gaze between it and the boy fighting with a textbook. Her friends came to look for her after she left. Even with a museum filled with monsters and gods, they weren’t abandoning her. Maybe the Miraculous wasn’t intended for who she originally thought.

With a flick of her wrist, she hooked her yoyo around Martin’s chest and pulled him out of the way of a lethal strike just in time.

“Ladybug!” he gasped. “Have you seen my friend Marinette? We’re worried that she might have been akumatized.”

“Your friend is safe, but I need your help,” she said.

“My help?” Martin’s eyebrows raised.

“Martin Michel, this is the Miraculous of the turtle which grants the power of protection. You will use it for the greater good and return it to me at the end of the mission.” She held out the box to him, and he stared with wide eyes.

“You’re giving me a Miraculous? But I’m not really built to be a hero.” He flexed his scrawny arms.

“It takes more than muscles to be a hero, and you’ve already proven your strength in here.” Ladybug tapped his chest. “You are the perfect fit.”

Martin took the box with a gulp, wincing against the flashing light as he opened it.

“Whoa!”

“Greetings! My name is Wayzz, and I am your kwami.” The small turtle held his arms out.

“So, do all Miraculouses come with a magical fairy creature?” Martin tilted his head to the side.

“The kwamis power the Miraculous. The turtle can create a shelter for a brief period of time, but once you activate your power, you only have a few minutes before you change back.” Ladybug explained.

“To transform, all you have to say is, ‘Wayzz, transform me!’”

“Okay.” Martin slipped on the bracelet. “Wayzz, transform me!”

When his transformation finished, Ladybug ushered him along.

“Come on. Chat Noir needs our help.”

Across the museum, Chat Noir raced down the hall pursued by several horses. He turned the corner into another room, but after shrieks from several women, he turned tail and ran the other way, covering his eyes and spouting apologies. When he lowered them, Ladybug and their new ally fell in line beside him.

“Been keeping them busy?” Ladybug asked.

“I thought angels were supposed to be good guys,” Chat Noir said.

“We need to find the akuma,” Ladybug said. They turned the next hall to find a woman sitting calmly on a bench.

“No way!” Chat Noir gasped.

“Mona Lisa?” Martin blinked.

“Have you seen the person who did this to you?” Ladybug asked. Mona Lisa smiled politely, pointing to the other end of the hall. “Thanks!”

“So, who is our new friend?” Chat Noir gestured to Martin as they ran.

“Uh,” he drawled. “You can call me Emerald Shell.”

“Welcome to the team,” Chat Noir said, offering him a hand to shake, but they skidded to a stop in the main lobby where Macy cowered beneath a sword-wielding warrior.

“Macy!” Emerald Shell gasped. He rushed in to block a hit with his shield.

Chat Noir’s stampede caught up to them, blocking all possible exits.

“You got a plan?” Chat Noir asked.

Ladybug summoned another lucky charm.

“Rubber cement?” She pursed her lips, surveying the scene. “Emerald Shell, get Macy out of here. Chat Noir, with me.”

Emerald Shell scooped Macy up and carried her to safety as Ladybug formulated a plan. Rubber cement. What was she supposed to do against an army of paintings with rubber cement? A camera bulb flashed and a pack of dogs raced by. A pale figure with a photo lens covering one eye, surveyed the chaos with a smirk.

“There! I’m betting the akuma is in the camera lens.” Ladybug pointed.

“You’re too late, Ladybug. I am Flash Photo, and soon I’ll have brought all of the artwork to life! You’re outnumbered.”

Ladybug flicked her gaze between the akuma, the rubber cement, Chat Noir, and Emerald Shell as he landed to her left.

“Cover me, and get ready to use your powers when I tell you.” She crouched down, slathering a tile with the glue as Chat Noir fenced two swordsmen. “Help me drive him back.”

“Got it!” Emerald Shell nodded.

He and Ladybug charged at Flash Photo, taking turns throwing kicks and punches. Emerald Shell deflected spears from other paintings with his shield until Ladybug got Flash Photo right where they wanted.

“No!” Flash Photo gasped, tugging his stuck feet in horror.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug called. He vaulted over to join them, deflecting another spear. “Now, Emerald!”

“Shelter!”

A green barrier encased them, blocking the chaos outside and leaving Flash Photo stuck and alone. Chat Noir paced over with his Cataclysm, touching the camera lens lightly. It crumbled to dust, revealing the black butterfly inside. Ladybug captured the akuma, tossing her lucky charm to send all of the art back to their rightful homes. Emerald Shell lowered his shield, and the barrier faded.

Ladybug knelt beside the man, offering his camera with a smile. “There’s a lot of cool art here, but museum rules say no flash photography,” she said. “Besides, art is best appreciated through your own eyes, not through the lens of a camera.”

“Thanks, Ladybug…” He rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty wince before standing up and slumping off.

“Pound it!” The three heroes said in unison.

“See you later, Bug, new turtle friend.” Chat Noir waved before vaulting off.

Emerald Shell examined his suit with a smile. “I wish Marinette could see me. She’d be really proud.”

“Your identity must remain a secret, even from your friends.” Ladybug reminded him. “But I’m sure she’s proud of you anyway. Superpowers or not.”

He smiled at that, letting his transformation drop and removing the bracelet. “Thanks, Ladybug.”

“I’m sure you’ll find her. She’s probably around here somewhere,” Ladybug said. She tossed her yoyo and gave a small wave. “Bug out!”

♪♫♪ 1000 Doves ♪♫♪

Martin walked the halls, hands in his pockets. Marinette was still nowhere in sight, and he hadn’t run into Eliott or Lisette either. Ladybug’s magic restored everything, so they were probably still searching a different part of the museum. He was just relieved that Marinette wasn’t the victim this time, but it did beg the question that if she wasn’t the akuma, where was she?

“Martin!” His heart skipped as Macy trotted after him. She pulled him into a crushing hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I was worried that monster got you.”

“Can’t breathe,” he croaked, and Macy let go. “I’m fine. Ladybug saved me.”

“Ladybug and her new partner! He saved me by the entrance,” Macy said with a giddy grin. “He’s kind of cute. I hope she uses him again.”

Martin faltered, cheeks burning hot. Even if he told Macy the truth, she probably wouldn’t believe him. Still, if she thought Emerald Shell was cute, there was hope she’d think the same about him someday.

“Uh, let’s keep looking for Marinette,” he said.

“You’re right, sorry! Let’s go.” Macy linked her arm through his, and they continued on together.

Maybe someday she’d see him as more than a friend. He could hope anyway.

♪♫♪ I Did Something Bad ♪♫♪

“Marinette!”

Her friends slammed into her side, squishing her between their bodies.

“We were so worried!” Macy said.

“Yeah, when we saw there was an akuma, we thought that it was you.” Eliott nuzzled her hair.

“Well, it almost was me.” Marinette admitted, lowering her gaze. “Adrien talked me out of it.”

“Oh, Marinette.” Macy frowned. “You know you can always talk to us if you’re feeling stressed.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to face everything alone. We’re here to help you.” Martin offered her neatly repacked lunch bag.

“You’ve helped all of us in so many ways, Marinette. If you ever need us, we’re right here.” Lisette added.

“Thank you. I needed that reminder today.” Marinette rubbed her cheek as a tear slid down it, snuggling into their embrace.

“Oh! Speaking of Adrien!” Macy shot up. “His school is about to leave, but he said he would wait at the bottom of the stairs in the lobby for you.”

“Oh, uh.” Marinette winced guiltily, but they all nudged her on.

“Go, Cinderella, before the clock strikes midnight. We’ll meet you at the bus.” Eliott urged, wrapping his arm around Lisette.

Marinette smiled before jogging up the hall. Adrien might not have been the partner she needed to defeat the akuma, but he was the partner Marinette needed to overcome her own demons. Confessing her love while fighting off akumatization wasn’t how she pictured telling Adrien, but now that her feelings were out there, a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Adrien would always be by her side, and Lila would never come between them.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she caught sight of that signature silky, blond hair, a smile curling over her lips. She always thought that once they started dating, she’d get over how dreamy he was, but he really was more handsome than any of the Greek gods depicted in the museum. He turned to her as she skipped down the stairs, eyes softening in the way that made her heart melt.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, touching her lips to his. He lifted her up, spinning around in a circle with a laugh. Setting her down, he nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

“Well, aren’t you two sweet?”

They stopped cold in their tracks. A set of green eyes taunted them from the top of the stairs, sinister and calculating. Adrien pulled Marinette closer.

“Ya know, you two could have just gone along quietly, but you had to do things the hard way,” Lila said, descending the stairs slowly. “Your efforts to expose me have been cute, but I’m going to put an end to this little charade once-and-for-all.”

“Look, Adrien and I don’t care anymore, Lila. Just leave us alone, and we’ll leave you alone,” Marinette said.

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s too late for that, Marinette. You started this war, now I’m going to end it. No one will ever talk to you again when I’m through with you.” Lila paused on the last step. “I warned you not to mess with me, and now you get to pay the price.”

In one fluid motion, she twirled around on one foot and collapsed onto the floor. Her wails echoed through the lobby, every head turning toward them. Lila clutched her ankle as their classmates circled in.

“What happened?” Alya pushed to the front of the group.

“Marinette pushed me down the stairs!” Lila screeched, clutching her foot. “Ow!”

“What?” Marinette, Adrien, and Alya said in unison.

All eyes turned to Marinette mixed with confusion and anger. Marinette glared at Lila, grinding her teeth until they hurt. That stupid, evil wench! There was no way everyone believed her this time.

“That’s not what happened,” Adrien said. “Marinette never touched Lila.”

Alya turned to Marinette, crossing her arms over her chest. “Care to explain?”

“She’s lying. I was at the bottom of the stairs with Adrien. She fell down on purpose,” Marinette said.

“Oh really?” Alya asked.

“Yes!” Marinette shot back. “Why would I push her?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Alya shrugged.

She and Marinette glared through each other until Nino stepped in, holding up defensive hands.

“Let’s not get carried away. Lila is hurt. We should get her to the bus,” he said.

“Please, she’s fine.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “The only thing wrong with her is her habit of bending the truth.”

“I dunno. She seems really hurt,” Rose said as Lila let out a pathetic whimper.

“Why would she pretend to fall down the stairs?” Max asked.

“Because she’s crazy!” Marinette blurted before she could think better of it.

Her old classmates eyed her with puzzled gapes, and Marinette’s world rocked beneath her feet. Lila was doing it all over again. The trust her old friends once had for her was shattering, and the skeptical whispers were already starting.

Marinette’s hands balled into fists at her sides. How could they be so blind? This was exactly why she left in the first place! If she had stayed at Franscoise-Dupont, Lila would have pulled a scheme like this on her eventually. Marinette should have exposed her when she had the chance!

Kim pursed his lips and turned to Alix. “Isn’t there a security camera or something we can check?”

“Not for this stairwell.” Alix shook her head. “Trust me, I grind down these rails all the time because my dad can’t see me. It’s a total blind spot.”

“So, it’s Lila’s word versus yours, Marinette,” Alya said her name with a vitriol that made her skin crawl. “What do you have to say?”

“I-” Marinette glanced at each of their faces, stomach churning in knots.

“Why would you do this to me, Marinette?” Lila whimpered. “What have I ever done to you?”

Marinette bit her tongue hard, so Adrien spoke up.

“If you won’t believe Marinette, then believe me. She didn’t touch Lila,” he said.

“Of course you’re going to side with Marinette. That doesn’t prove anything.” Alya rolled her eyes.

“But it’s the truth!” Adrien shot back.

“I’m not really sure you two know what that word means anymore,” Alya said.

“Al.” Nino stepped in. “Enough. Let’s just get Lila back to the bus, okay? We can figure out what happened later.”

Alya shot Marinette and Adrien one final glare before stooping to help Lila up. Kim and Ivan helped her hobble to the main entrance, the rest of their classmates trailing slowly behind. Alix hung back, casting Marinette an apologetic wince.

“Sorry. I wish there was a way we could prove what really happened,” she said. “For what it’s worth, I know you never would.”

“Thanks, Alix,” Marinette said.

Alix flashed her a quick smile, then retreated after the rest of the class.

Adrien gave her hand a squeeze. “I better go too. We’ll deal with all of this later. I won’t let her get away with this, I promise.” He planted a quick kiss on her cheek and followed after Alix.

Marinette stood at the base of the stairs, nails digging into her palms until they broke the skin.

If you leave her like this, she’ll never stop.

But why did Marinette have to be the one to stop her?

She’s using all of the people you care about. Doesn’t that make your blood boil?

Of course, it did! Lila didn’t even care about them. All she wanted was attention! These were her friends, the people she loved and fought for. The ones who lifted her up when she was down. The people she grew up with, and Lila was taking them all away!

So, what’s our plan to destroy her?

Marinette made her way across town, her face a stoic mask concealing the rage burning underneath. Lila wanted her to fight back? Well, she was about to get a full storm.

“Dupain-Cheng?” Chloe quirked a brow when she opened the door to her suite.

“I changed my mind. I want to help you take down Lila.”