#FIGHTING ART BLOCK REALLY HARD I'M TRYING OKAY

[op3ra]

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[ihaznoclue]

Edge of the fight ♡♡♡♡

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Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Warnings -> Near death experiences, trauma, PTSD, Nightmares, hurt/comfort, Emotional talks, Experiments, being called a 'failure', Kidnapping, Reader is going through it, Panic attacks, Over protective, Trauma/Past dumping (Woah that's alot)

Authors Note -> Mind you that this story came to my mind late at one night, it came to my mind and I mixed up some stuff in it even though it might not make sense to everyone

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The soft glow from the lairs kitchen area spoils from across the floor as you shuffle in, waking up a bit from what happened last night

Donnie's at the counter, making himself a cup of coffee, he then looks up the moment you enter the kitchen

"Hey" His voice calm and warm, like he knows you don't want to be overwhelmed with what happened but wanted to make sure if you are feeling okay "How're you feeling?"

You shurg as you leaned back onto he counter beside him "Tired.. Embarrassed"

He tilts his head to the side "That second one? Still unnecessary" He says than before you could reply, Mikey suddenly appears behind you as he hugs you lifting you up making you yelp in surprise

"Hey babycakes!" He was quite excited to see you

You laughed - a real one this time

Then Raph walks in, looking like he just woke up as he yawns, "Put them down Mikey" He huffs

Raph's eyes were focused on you, noticing the slight eye bags under your eyes and says "Rough night, last night?"

You node as you gave a quiet "Yeah", He pauses than gives you a look telling you that he was slightly worried for your well-being

Making you feel seen

and that you were going to be okay

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It was now during the day as you heard a noise, everyone doing their own things but you were curious on what that noise was

It wasn't loud, just a noise of something falling or crashing into a wall, then followed by a hiss of frustration and a half-laughed curse under someone breath

You creep down that lead to Mikey's room, opening the door as you saw him sitting on his bed, surround by the aftermath of one of his 'art explosions', pens and paint brushes everywhere and some half-sketches on the floor, crunched up papers thrown everywhere

There was also a ripped out comic book in his lap, his sketchpad been tosses across the room like it betrayed him

He doesn't see you at first but you watched him for a second as your heart slowly sanks

Because Mikey? He was crying

He was silent as you could see his shoulder shaking, hands on his face as he was trying not to make any noise to distract his brothers form what they were doing

You decided to let him know that you were here "Mikey?"

That send him jolting, scrambling to wipe his face to hide those tears away "Oh-! Hey angelcakes! What's.. what's up?" His voice tried to sound normal but it wasn't going to work, he was now cracking a fake smile

"Didn't mean to cause a ruckus, you know how it is" He then laughed "Mikey" You spoke making him stop

He then pulls his head down, nervous to look at you "I didn't mean for you to see this, i'm fine really.. just some art block, I know it's stupid"

"Mikey, it's not stupid" That made him look at you and his mark totally falls apart, his eyes red "I tried so hard to make sure everyone is okay" He whispers

"I keep things light, keep the joke going to hold up the mood and it's like if I stop everything would feel heavy, you know?" He spills out, you then sat next to him as you placed a hand on his shoulder

Your heart ached

"I didn't realize how much pressure I was putting on myself until I saw you- after you falling, after how much stuff has been happening recently and I though, God what if i'm not actually helping? What if I'm just pretending everything is okay while everyone is falling apreat underneath me?"

You felt bad as you reached for his hand to hold, "Mikey" You stated "You're always been helping.. You're mainly the reason why most of us get through the day without breaking. But that doesn't mean you have to carry everyone's emotion and bury your own" You spoke out

Mikey sniffs as he squeezed your hand softly, "It's not weakness to rest, It's not failure to feel, you don't have to be the funny one all the time"

He gave out a little chuckle "You're quite good at this" He mumbles

"Well that's because we have each other"

You both sit in silence for a while, you were still looking around his room to see it was quite a mess but you are going to worry about that later

For now you were going to stay with Mikey until he feels better

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It was now night, the city streets were dark and slightly dimmed by the street lights as the air was heavy with humidity

The brothers are their usual formation but tonight you were with them

It have been a couple of weeks now, weeks of recovery, of laughter, of soft and hard moment - of healing, but tonight.. you were reminded of how quickly everything can fall apart instantly

You're moving through the shadows, as you blended in with the night as you followed Leo's lead

He's quiet and watchful, the weight of leadership on his shoulder as always as him and his brothers were in front of you for safety

Mikey was just cracking some jokes from time to time to ease up your stress as he knew how stressful this can be after healing for a long time

He was keeping the mood up but even he can tell tonight might be different as well, there was tension int he air as something that felt like the calm before the storm

You're more than alert than usual for some reason, you were still shaken from your previous moment of vulnerability with the brothers but you did try to focus more, try to stay sharp

"You good? You look a little tense" Leo asked as he glanced down at you as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop that made you worry for a moment

You gave a nod, forcing a smile "Yeah I'm fine, just keeping my eyes peeled, you?" You asked back

Leo doesn't answer immediately, his sharp gaze scanning the rooftop on other building "Always" he says, then looks over at you again, his voice becomes softer

"If anything happens, just fall back.. We'll handle it"

You were about to respond until there was a scream that cuts through the night like a knife, it was a woman, it sounded desperate

Without hesitation, Leo signals for the team to move out and follow the sound of the women that lead into an alley way

It looked narrow and dark, the shadow growing longer with every step as you walked further and further

..And then you saw him..

Shredder, of all people it was him again

You froze on the spot but Leo's voice took you back to reality as he took action "Move!" He order, launching himself at Shredder as his katanas were in his hands

Raph follows behind, his sais ready for action, Donnie having his bo staff and Mikey having his nunchuks swinging around

But the moment you stepped a little bit forward to join them a loud thump and crack rings out the noise around you

Everything just happened so fast

Shredder was throwing a block of concret towards you, dust flying everywhere around you which caused you to cover your mouth to not breath in

You were pushed back by the force of the block as you stumbled, your vision blurring for a moment, you didn't have enough time to react until you were pulled back by a boxed gloved hand

It was Raph, his grip was firm but there was panic showing in his eyes

"You need to get out of here!" He yells, pushing you away again form Shredder's attacks, that made you stumble to Leo

Your heart was racing as you knew something was off.. you shouldn't be here

Something is gonna get terribly wrong

You hesitate but just for a moment.. then it happens

Shredder was somehow in front of you and in a moment you were thrown against the wall with such force, your body colliding with the wall hard making you lose your breath

You then fell to the ground as your tried to breath your way through as you started to bleed from the back of your head and some on your forehead

Your vision now blurring away as you tried to leave your eyes open, hearing voice call out to you

Your body doesn't respond the way you want it to, you try to move but it was a bad idea btu everything feels too heavy

Pain.. the only word to describe yourself feeling right now

So much pain then blackness covered your vision

'Not again..' you think 'Not..again..'

Through the muffle and ringing sound of the brothers voices calling out to you

Raph and Leo were the loudest one yelling out to you, the sounds of the battle filling your ear to know that Donnie and Mikey were trying to hold Shredder back

You did try to stay awake but everything was too hard to focus on

And then-

Quietness...

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You don't know how long you were out for

When you started to focus on everything around you, it's not the comforting hum of the lair that you could hear but the sharp beep of the machine that were connected to you

You started to blink to focus on your vision more better, the dim light hurts your eyes as you shut them tight again then re-opened them

You then realised that you were once again on the med bed in Donnie's lab, you turned your head to the side as you saw Donnie at your side with his back turned as his face furrowed while his fingers hovering over some of the readings on his computers

Then turned to the other side to see Leo pacing around near the lab, Mikey sitting on the floor as his knees not he ground , his expression was unreadable while Raph was standing against the wall near by with his arms crossed, eyes looking furious

You tired to sit up as your body was surrounded by pain, you hissed at the sudden pain that went through your body

"Easy there dove" Donnie murmurs, gently pushing you back down as you hissed again

"You were hit pretty hard, We're lucky it wasn't.. well.. worse" He said

the silence and the tension

You could feel it lingering around the room

Everyone's avoiding looking directly as you and it hurts, you could feel their guilt and their fear

Like they failed

You sighed as you reached over for the nearest thing which was your arm, but your hands won't respond

The shaking started again, like a warning

Then Leo was at your side, kneeling down to meet your eyes, there was no anger, no blame but just pain

"Name, I.." He spoke, his voice sounding tight "I couldn't get to you fast enough"

"Leo, It's not your fault.." You begin, but the words die on your tongue as Raph steps forward a bit

"You're hurt, and we should've been faster, shouldn't kept you safe, should've.."

You didn't let him finish

"It's not your guys fault" You rasp, struggling to sit up again "none of you are at fault, this is.. this is just the risk we take, we're still all together"

Mikey then suddenly stands up from the floor, walking over to your side

"You don't have to go through this alone.. We're kind of like family, we fight for each other and we protect each other"

The weight in your chest loosens but just a little at his words, it feels like a promise - a promise that you heard one hundred times before but this time

It feels real to know that they will keep their promise

Even if the world keeps falling apart, they'll be there to hold the pieces together

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You're awake again, but this time it's not the beeping machine or the cold feeling of the lab

It was quiet, peaceful.. almost too peaceful

It's strange, you can't really remember falling asleep but when you blink your eyes open, you find yourself in the familiar couch you would usually fall asleep in

The warmth of the blankets surrounding you, you didn't try to sit up but your side stops you

You once again let out a hiss of discomfort, immediately regretting the movement

"Easy there"

the voice was soft, calm and you know it before you even see him

It was Leo, sitting down near by as he was meditating, his figure is silhouetted against the dim glow of the lairs lights, just enough to make him look like a shadow int he distance

You swallow, fighting the haze of drowsiness "You're.. You've been there all night?" You asked

He peaks out as eyes to you as he nodded and you notice the exhaustion beneath his calm demeanor

"I couldn't leave you alone this time, so I stayed" Leo says quietly

"Not after everything that has happened to you.. not after what happened with him" He then shifts, getting up as he moved closer to you

Like he's not sure if you're ready for him to get close but you nod to him as you reassured him that he could

He then reaches out a hand to brush some hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, making you shiver at the slightest touch

You've always know Leo as the leader, the steady one, the one who takes it all

The weight of command, the responsibility and the shield of everyone

But right now in this very moment, he looks small.. like the mask he's been wearing for so long had disappeared

He watches you closely, like he was waiting for a response from you and you knew what you had to do

You need to show him that he doesn't have to carry this burden all alone.. not anymore

You reach out your hand as you reached it to his face, it was a small gesture to let him not that you weren't mad at him, that you weren't blaming him for this

"I'm okay" You say quietly, your voice sounded like a whisper

"I'm not mad and I'm not blaming you or anyone, you didn't fail me and I'm here because of you guys, I'm still here"

His expression softens and for a second he lets go of a breath that he might of been holding onto

And for the first time in a long while, Leo rests his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat, not as a leader nor a protector but as Leo himself

The person who's carrying too much and who need someone to share the weight with him

And in this moment, you both find peace, a quiet and simple connection

Two people who are broken by the weight of the world but is slowly learning how to rebuild

You then heard a soft and small "Thank you"

"Goodnight Leo"

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-A<3

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[blackjackkent]

The city is really starting to look pretty rough. Bodies, blood, and debris litter the streets, and the air echoes with the shrieks of demons and the screams of the dying. Helena is finding it harder and harder to keep a grim expression off her face, in spite of her usual determined good humor; part of her is wondering what the hell is going on back in her usual neighborhood, and if her friends are okay. But there's no time to focus on that now.

"So if we do catch Solas," she says, talking automatically to cover the worry (not fear, not fear) and muffle the sound of her city shaking apart. "Or the Dread Wolf, or whatever he calls himself... what's the plan?"

"He wants to bring down the Veil," Varric says. "Hopefully that ritual takes his full attention."

"So we catch him while he's doing his ritual, so he can't fight us?" Helena asks, a tad skeptically.

"That's the hope," Varric says. "If it comes to a straight-up fight, we're dead."

Lovely.

The route Our Lady of Victory starts with a zipline down into the canals.

Wheee!

("I'm getting too old for this," grouses Varric from behind her. Hee.)

"There," says Neve, pointing at an enormous structure with a lot of bodies littered around it. "That's the building I tracked Solas to."

"Looks like the Venatori also found it," puts in Harding. "And then demons found them."

More combat! Ranged weaponry tutorial this time; Helena can shoot quickfire or hold for an aimed shot. And no ammo to track, thankfully!

Neve, because she is a badass, clears the magical barrier blocking us from inside the building.

Inside is rising ground of damp, battered stone and abandoned stairs, a few lit torches leaning against the wall.

"So this is the Dread Wolf's hideout?" Helena says thoughtfully.

"One of them, at least," Varric says. "Not sure how long he's been here."

Helena scuffs her boot one the stone stairs that are worn almost to a smooth ramp. "Some of this looks ancient."

"Solas has been around longer than Minrathous itself," Varric says dryly.

"Broken chains," Neve comments as they enter a larger room past a series of stone tunnels. "Solas was freeing slaves."

Varric grunts. "Solas hates slavery. One of the few things we actually agreed on."

"He said the other elven gods were tyrants who oppressed his people," says Harding. "He was trying to help them."

Complicated fellow, this Solas, Helena thinks. A distaste for slavery is one of the common themes of the Shadow Dragons as well - but she supposes it doesn't absolve him of the whole "trying to end the world" thing. We all contain multitudes, don't we.

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Further on, a window opening onto a wide atrium ahead shows a glimmer of almost blinding bright blue magic.

Further down the corridor is a mural painted in discordantly bright colors on the stone wall:

"Ancient elves doing something to... a dragon, I think?" she asks. She's never been much of one for art.

"Yeah. Trying to control it, maybe?" says Neve.

"Solas said the other elven gods were evil," Varric says. "If they were binding dragons, he was right about that much at least."

(A/N: Mildly odd sentiment given that Dom killed quite a number of dragons in DAI, but sure. XD )

And hey, look what's a little further down!

I always really liked this statue and wanted to get it 3D printed as a decoration. Did Solas bring it down here, or was it already here? Interesting.

More candidates for 3D printing are in the next room over behind a locked door:

At the center of this room is an ornate desk with a statue of a tree behind it. Nearby, various magical devices and a lute. The desk is subtly floating in midair. Also interesting.

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The room at the lowest point of the catacombs is very, very cold. The floor is covered in water up to Helena's ankles, soaking the chill through her boots.

"This the big glowing window you saw earlier, Rook?" Neve asks.

Helena nods, taking a few cautious steps towards the thing. She's a dwarf, so she has no innate magical talent, but she's lived in a city of mages long enough to know when something is powerful. And this thing... the air around it is almost vibrating, drawn tight like a bowstring.

It's beautiful.

"It's called an eluvian," Harding says. Her voice is a little hushed - although Helena can't tell if it's in reverence or fear. "They're elven, and very old."

"It acts like a doorway from one place to another. Solas uses them to get around quickly," says Varric.

"He must have gone through it," says Harding.

Helena comes to a halt in front of the enormous thing, peering through its ever-shifting surface. She thinks she can almost make out shapes behind it. Grass. Trees? A landscape very unlike the urban milieu of Minrathous.

For a moment she hovers on the threshold. Anticipation sings in every nerve. She suspects there's no going back once she steps forward - but there's nothing else for it. Not if she's going to save her city. Not if they're going to save the world.

She closes her eyes and leaps forward, letting the eluvian swallow her up.

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2024 art summary !! template is by Papakkapao

2023 art summary, for comparison

For the masterpiece of the year, I never actually posted it (and don't intend to at the moment) but it was my best work of the year by a long shot. The amount of time and detail I put into really stands out for me personally.

The rest of them will be named, talked about and linked under the cut :)

January - Evil art style challenge - I honestly did not draw much at all that month so that is pretty much all I had for January! It is still a work I like, especially for having been on one layer.

February - personal project concept work - Another one I spent a lot of time and detail on and is one of my favourites personally!! I think it was after this though that I made the decision to stop posting these ones (the personal project work, anyway - that's art for me!)

March - Mailcat Ibex Mast fanart - DUDE I REMEMBER THIS ONE. I was struck with such a vivid vision I had to do this and it remains my best work of that month, even with all the iterator drawings I did. Like I love those pieces yes but they do Not match up to this one.

April - Far Shore and Moss Fields - This was another slow month for me in terms of art, and this isn't my favorite piece ever, but I learned some things from it still... so we good with it.

May - Phoenix Iterator drawing - Art that didn't get posted for a while but one of my favorites out of that bunch of drawings. It probably was a debate between the Chasing Wind art and the Phoenix piece but idk I started working on the art summary a while ago and I can't remember lol

June - Pearlcat Ibex fanart - surprise ! An Ibexcord exclusive piece! There was a moment in Ibex's video where he did a jump over a cyan lizard and idk I was taken over by a vision (how does this keep happening)

July - Eden mass attack - This took the most stress out of every piece on here surely. Mostly due to tech issues. But yeah I was fighting for my life trying to get this piece done and posted because of said tech issues. Like I don't think I said it at the time but I had only minutes to get this one off of a permanently dying laptop or else I would have lost the file. ENOUGH ABOUT TECH ISSUES THO what about the actual art. Okay I LOVED HOW THIS TURNED OUT ACTUALLY. The scale and the detail and getting to include so many characters aaaa it's just. probably the best of my mass attacks for the year anyway this has been a paragraph, ONTO THE NEXT ONE

August - Milk - HOW DID THIS BLOW UP SO MUCH ???? It is not only my best work out of August aside from the masterpiece of the year but also my best performing work ever ?? That's so insane to me. But anyway yeah this is another case of being possessed by visions or smtn I don't know, but I was kinda speedrunning it after getting sick lol

September - Loop strawpage art - Oh here it comes. This is the month where the many ISAT arts start loll. I mean I wasn't particularly happy with most of it in this month bc well. I was only starting out. but I COOKED with this one specifically. The concept and execution I lovee this one it's just. YEAH.

October - It's going to be okay - oh man I already said that there's a lot of ISAT arts and man I was doing so well this month, it was so hard to pick one specific piece for this one. Imagine they are all here in spirit PLEASEE there are so many good ones this month -> Around the clock, at the end of everything, Websiffrin, the road of trials, Sweater Forever

November - Hourglass - okay I had my high with the ISAT art, now it slows down a lot. This is probably the best piece for a while, or at least in my head it is. I know I did a lot of Moons and there is other art but this is where I started feeling less satisfied with my art again.

December - Where we started - Yeahhh the art block was strong this month. I had projects I wanted to do but just. could not. It took me a while to get back to a point where I could draw again and be okay with what I was making. I'm still not as satisfied as I'd like to be, but I'm at a point where I can do things, and this piece was one of the better ones.

ANYWAY!! I'd say it's been a good year, art-wise. FIXATION GAINED. and that has resulted in a LOTTT of art lol. Also I worked on my projects a bit (would like to make more progress on them next year though !!)

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xingyue child after all the trauma (tm)

Xingyue child buying/sharing lunch with yanqing bc the stupid kid used all his money for swords again and didn't buy food. Despite knowing probably that if they keep feeding him he'll keep wasting all his money on swords rather than starving once or twice and then learning his lesson.

(They probably get any money spent back from jing yuan but don't tell yanqing)

Xingyue child adjusting yanqings age like a slider depending on who asks and what will get them the most benefit out of it. Wanna go to some sort of amusement park? He's 9 so he only pays half. Wanna watch a martial arts movie? He's 14 actually so old enough. Wanna get out of trouble quickly? "Sir, i'm just the attendant of jing yuans young son. You'll have to take any complaints to his father."

(They might get in trouble with jing yuan for this, but they're rather scolded by their "uncle" than a stranger)

Xingyue childs first priority being bailu, second priority yanqing. If something, anything, goes wrong, they'll pick up bailu, (and yanqing, if necessary) then make a run for either the artisanship commission or divination commission.

(Then they'll wait any danger out on a rooftop or in the forge until jing yuan or yanqing come pick them up)

Xingyue child playing with bailu. Neither of them really needs to pretend that they're younger than they actually are, but they will. Both are over 18 technically. Neither is fully grown. Both will absolutely throw a temper tantrum if only to throw off suspicion. Then they'll shit-talk about the preceptors.

(Included but not limited to: playing in yanqings room when he isn't there, playing in jing yuans room when yanqing IS there, playing in the study when jing yuan isn't there.)

Xingyue child trying to fight (and defeat) dan heng, ultimately getting defeated without dan heng making a single attack. Man's just dodging while xingyue child exhausts themself and ultimately falls on their face. Decides that dan heng is mean and will never fight him again (until the next opportunity arises) pouting all day afterwards.

(Jing yuan says he could at least block them. Dan heng claims that would be unfair, considering he's much stronger than them. Jing yuan sighs, dan heng is as stubborn as dan feng)

Xingyue child insisting on calling blade "yingxing" or "dad". That's a problem(tm), kafka never had to fix blade that often, not even during/after the story quest on the luofu.

(Because no one wants to leave the child alone with blade, even though he hasn't done anything to the child and it's unlikely that he will)

Xingyue child most likely picking up smithing (and tinkering) like yingxing and so they try to. Create. But they want blade to show them how, look at what they made, how is it etc. Nobody wants that, least of all blade, but the moment dan heng says he doesn't want it, blade will willingly go, if only to upset dan heng.

(Dan heng will be forced to go as well, to make sure "our child is okay. I mean, your child. I mean, my- no- their child. The child of dan feng and yingxing." Cue beet-red dan heng)

Bonus: xingyue child happily working in the forge, concentrating so hard on whatever they're making. Meanwhile, blade making out with dan heng, occasionally stopping mid-kiss to tell xingyue "you're doing great, keep it up." "Careful with that part, it can be difficult. You'll know what i mean" "just a bit more... [xingyue], heat the metal up a bit more.". Also, pushing his fingers into dan hengs mouth, to make sure he doesn't close it.

(If xingyue child noticed any of that (most likely not) they didn't let it show)

Also, cue blade abruptly stopping when he hears xingyue child call out "done!" Then runs over excitedly. Blade pretends nothing happened. Dan heng pretends the forge is too hot.

[soulcialdent]

Day 4: يقبرني Ya'aburnee (Arabic)

A way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to Live without them.

(Continuation from Day 1: Saudade Entry)

That night after sending the paper plane Neji dreamed about her. There was few different scenes that flashed behind his eyes but there was one he remembered vividly. Probably because it was something that really happened. 

It was the day of the infamous Konohagakure Middle School Brawl. Tenten was known around town for being a hardass. Well, not really a hard ass but she liked to fight. After being bullied for years for being an outsider. She got fed up and slapped the shit out of one of her bullies.  From about 4th grade and on, this made her target. She ended up fighting all the time.

Her parents enrolled her into martial arts classes to help mitigate some of her anger. That’s where she and Neji meet. The winter between junior and senior year of elementary school. They became fast friends eventually attending middle school together. 

Fast forward to the third year in middle school. She had calmed down a bit and it helped that Neji and Lee were there to reign her in and keep her out of trouble-most of the time. Which was a tall task because a lot of people just didn't like her. 

On this day in particular. It just so happened to be a school festival day.  It was packed and raining on and off the entire time. Neji was in the student council office retrieving some supplies.  The door bursts open. 

“Neji Ni-san, it's Tenten. Lee needs to come right now. There out back by the tennis courts “ 

Neji dropped what he was doing. He brushed passed hinata and started running down the hall to head outside as fast as his feet would carry him. When finally did make it out back. The crowd was so thick that he knew he was gonna have a hard time getting thru. But moved as swiftly as he could. 

That's when he saw them. Lee held on to both her hands trying to keep her attention. Naruto stood right next to body blocking her.  Neji ran over to them out of breath. 

“Tenten, are you okay? What's going on” he checked to see if she was injured. 

“I'm fine. I just need to go talk to someone for a second. Lee won't let me go”

Neji was confused. 

“I'm pretty sure she didn't mention it but we've been having some issues with some of Technical Middle School kids. We found them beating up and robbing some freshmen. Turned out they were low level Anbu gang members.  They’ve been taunting us all day”  said Naruto 

“Okay then, let me take you home”  she looked at Lee  “Lee, can you let Iruka Sensei know that i’m taking Tenten home. If he asks, she's not feeling well. 

“Here, take my bike. It’ll be faster” Naruto tossed, his keys into Neji. “It's blue and orange with a frog lock. “Yelled the blonde as he and Lee rushed off to go find Iruka Sensei.

“Come on Tenten” Neji grab her hand and begin pulling her through the crowd. “Were you planning on telling me any of this”

“No, I didn't want you worrying about me” 

“I'm always worry about you. Especially when I’m not around. You do reckless things” 

Tenten scuffed 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you then if that's the case. But what was I supposed to do? Let the those kids get stomped out”

She had a point

“You did the right thing. But what's been happening today?” 

“They been trying to lure me into fighting all day. I'm not sure, how many members are here. But their leader Temari is definitely here. Her second in command I think, his name is Kankuro. He rolled up on me earlier. But Lee scared him off. 

“So what’s your plan?  Did you plan to fight them all by yourself”

“Yeah, if that's how it's gotta be then that's how it's gotta be”

Neji remembers how much that reveal hurt him.

“This is a suicide mission. Are you trying to die?” 

Tenten halted, standing her ground. But I didn't answer him.  And when she didn't answer he continued.

“I don't want you to die”

Tenten flinched, and fear flashed through her eyes and Neji let go. She took a deep breath and stood really tall. 

“Of course not. I just don't want to be scared anymore” 

He hadn't expecting those words out of her mouth. Tenten always seemed so fearless. She was the swing and ask questions later type. That's why Neji had vowed to always protect her.  He really didn't know who he was without her. 

“How does putting your life in danger fix that? I am seriously trying to understand” 

She pondered his words while looking around. 

“I'm not sure it does. If I give them what they want. They'll go away.  I can take solace in knowing that I'm not a coward” 

Tenten was one of the bravest and kindness people he knew. She was a lot of things but a coward, never.

“I understand but I'm still taking you home. We’ll come up with a better solution. "Neji reaches out, to grab her hand again so they continue moving.

But a loud scream echoed behind them. They both swiftly turned around. Somebody had punched Naruto in the back of his head. Two other people started running at him.

Neji went to grab her but missed. Tenten ran across the school yard and kicked one of the attackers right in their back. 

Neji found himself running right behind her and grabbing the second attacker by his shirt and judo flipping him. 

Tenten helped Naruto up and a group of guys and girls with bats, chains and started running at them.  All hell broke was about the brakes loose. The rain started picking up, making visibility almost impossible. 

Neji was sure that were going to die that day.  Neji made peace with it because at the very least they were together. He wants it any other way. Through some what Neji couldn't only assume was divine intervention, they all survived. 

 Lee’s broke one of his legs. Naruto broke his hand and a few broken ribs. Tenten tore her.  A Achilles tendon and few broken ribs. Loving her had brought really hard lessons and Neji the scars to prove it.  But he wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Ya'aburnee

[feeshybeach]

I've been brainrotting a rarepair/crackship the past couple of days. I fear it's terminal.. I can not get Scott Smajor/Technoblade out of my HEAD!! Despite this, I still can not think of a ship name for them. The funniest one I can think of is Majorblade. Thus, that's the one I'm going with.

Some highlights of what I've been thinking under the cut o7

Please ignore spelling errors. My phone is mean, and my eyesight is bad. 3:

First and foremost, thank u for looking at my autism fueled insanity! This is yours now.

Scott and Techno have a pretty strong dymanic going for them. When you first see them together, you'd, probably, think the far larger piglin brute would be the most bloodthirsty of the two. While correct (blood for the blood god and all that), it's Scott, who's the most vicious during battle. It does not matter if the battle in question is one fought by words or swords - Scott will try to come out on top. Unless, of course, it's one of his friends, then Techno would likely have to step in so Scott doesn't do his classic move of suicide.

When the two of them train together, it is insanely gay. Sure, it's artful, and it's like a classical oil painting from one of the great masters unfolding in real time. But I can not stress enough how homoerotic it is. There is strong queer tension between the two of them. This is an undeniable fact, and i refuse to accept criticism otherwise.

I think a pretty well accepted headcanon is that Scott Is Magical. In my daydreams of gay block men, I expand upon this. To me, It is a love language of Scott to use his abilities on you / for you. Magic takes a lot! It takes a lot of time, will, commitment, energy, and all that good shit. Most importantly, it takes a lot out of the caster - large bouts of magic inturn makes the user temporarily weaker. To willingly put yourself at a disadvantage in a universe where Things Try To Kill You, Often is a level of trust and love that is hard to properly put into words.

Despite this, Scott takes the time to painstakingly add enchantments to Technos items. There is, of course, enchanting tables and books, and then there is a master of their craft. It is like comparing a microwave meal of Mac and Cheese to a homemade five cheese Mac and cheese that's baked in the oven with bread crumbs on top. They're both Mac and cheese but ones definitely fuckin better.

I feel like Scott would intentionally add extra protection to Techno's fighting gear - add enchantments that enhance Techno's strengths while also trying to cover his weaknesses. For example, if Techno often leaves his sides unprotected during a rampage, Scott adds extra protection in those spots, so Techno is overall better protected.

For context, I'm a Bedrock Minecraft player. My piglin knowledge comes from primarily Bedrock. Okay? Okay.

Everyone knows that Piglins adore gold. They snort, chuff, wag their ears, and rush after gold once it's dropped. I like to imagine that it's very much a love language for piglins and piglin hybrids to exchange or generally gift gold to those they love and care for. Basically - Scott has an overwhelming amount of gold jewelry and items from Techno. He cherishes them all, recognizing it for what it is.

I have a personal headcanon that giving a piglin or a piglin hybrid a block of pure, overworld, gold is the same as a marriage proposal. I think it's really funny to imagine Techno giving Scott one of these blocks and Scott to be like. "Ah yes, this is a big gold thing. Thank you!" And Techno being like "??? :( babe...." The same could apply to Scott's habit of giving lovers Poppies. Scott giving Techno, not just one, but an entire stack of poppies only for Techno to say thanks. It leads to another moment of "??? :( babe...."

[voxofthevoid]

Hey, Ukrainian follower here. Big fan of your goyuu works, they are delightful 😊. A bit weird to introduce myself like that especially with such sensitive topic I'd like to bring on here, but I couldn't help myself when I stumbled upon this weird interaction between you and the anonymous person, who wrote that hell of a text about being against Russians on ao3 and you being anti-censorship regardless of what is discussed (at least that what I've got from it, correct me If, I'm wrong), then scrolled to the post about Ficbook just to understand the context. While both of you went really harsh on each other, I think it does bring an interesting perspective on that matter in general. See, I'm a little bit torn between "ban privileged russians from everywhere" and "no content should be banned, if we want to live in a democratic world". I try to be open-minded towards civilians in Russia, even if sometimes it's a very hard thing to do, because I can speak Russian and I see pro-war channels on Telegram cheering on bombing children cancer hospital with thousands of comments supporting that, even among younger generations (and no, those are NOT bots unfortunately and it's honestly heartbreaking). I kinda see what that person tried to convey in your anon requests - that basically every Russian content creator is essentially a thief (?) or pro-war supporter, thus should not be allowed to have a platform, which is a big stretch in my opinion. On the other hand, I fail to understand and completely agree with your anti-censorship point, too, because Russia is a country that build itself historically on a imperialistic basis, culturally appropriate and conquer indigenous peoples culture and traditions of Central Asia and Far-East. So, essentially, it's not really Russians, who are silenced, nor their culture, but people who are still fighting for their independence: Crimean Tatars, Chechens, Belarussians, Ukrainians included. We should not support a state, that basically has the permission from the whole world to do such awful things and I personally think it's okay to separate yourself from it by any means necessary. Another problem with censorship is that by now even the most liberal anti-war Russians are no longer active, oppression got to the point where the entire topic about Russian invasion in multiple countries is no longer discussed and now it's just silence. My Russian moots are no longer in contact with me or acting like nothing is happening anymore. They chose to keep on living their ordinary life, while soldiers of their country bombing my hometown every day, but I am not allowed to mute/block/censor it, because any form of censorship is bad? It's really hard to judge from far away, and I get it, but the nuisances in such matters are really important. It's a shame, really, that we live in such times, where authoritarian states are now more common and have more support each day, but it's important to not lose our heads and empathy towards struggles of the real people. I have no ill-feelings towards Russian civilians, who just want to share their art and fanfiction on whatever existing platform, but for me it got to the point of no return I'm afraid, and I don't feel anything towards those people at all. Russian language with each passing day associates with more violence and misery and it's really frustrating or more like a reality check, when not all people think that way. Honestly, I experienced a catharsis while writing this, so If you're still reading it, I just want to thank you for your time and patience to read another monstrosity of a text from your random reader. Regardless of your stance, I respect your work and admiration for art and creativity. I hope your inner kindness towards people will last much longer, than mine, unfortunately, did. Have a great day!

Yo 👋

Honestly, I have no idea where that other anon came from or how they found me. They're 100% certainly not one of my followers, and the post they were talking about is a reblog essentially informing people that Ficbook has been banned in Russia and that Wattpad has been banned in Turkey. The other anon apparently took issue with the final reblog encouraging Russians to migrate to Ao3. They also helpfully came back and showed that it's not that they care about queer people or the sanctity of Ao3 or whatever.

My personal feelings toward Russia as a state is the same as yours, though I'm geographically and culturally too removed from the situation to be affected the way you are. And I am genuinely sorry about the horrific things you're going through, for what it's worth.

You're allowed to mute or block or entirely avoid anything you don't want to see; that's not censorship in any sense. A person enforcing their personal boundaries and ensuring their comfort does not amount to censorship in any way. Similarly, if you were to create a fanfiction archive and disallow Russians or Russian-language works, that would also be well within your rights.

State censorship is a different beast, regardless of who's the target. I live in a country where that's rampant, and while it's not to the extent of, say, China, it's still pretty bad and getting worse, so I have been seeing my entire life what happens when the government is allowed to censor things for the apparent moral good. It's not the privileged majority that gets fucked over, it's the marginalized, always: women, queer people, racial minorities, etc.

I will always be staunchly against state censorship regardless of the country and the target. That's all.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, and I'm glad getting it out could be a form of catharsis for you.

Take care ❤️

[koduflower2000]

"It's time to think outside the box 🤔🧐"

Hi! I'm Kevin, but you can also call me Kodu, if you prefer. I'm the actual guy from Twitter (X), who's left Twitter.

Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them (any of these is fine)

Age: 20 years

Nationality: Sri Lankan

Timezone: Indian Standard Time (IST) (GMT+5:30)

A straight guy who supports the LGBTQ+ community (more specifically, I'm a straight cisgender ally)

A silly child at heart

Open talker (yes, you can be friends with me if you want)

Draws art just by using a mouse.

Speed variation of me drawing is frequent (sometimes I draw faster, other times I draw slowly)

I'm currently learning Russian BTW. Я не знаю что я делаю. 😔

Also I'm learning Spanish, and a little bit of German and French for entertainment. I hope to learn Ukrainian, Arabic and Danish any time soon.

I do music (it's actually one of my favorite things to do)

I do programming sometimes (I haven't uploaded a single cool project in here at all, as I remember) (another one of my favorites to do)

I mostly don't swear, except when I feel intense emotions. (if you're comfortable with reading my posts with swear words, go ahead. I won't judge)

I reblog a lot, so if you really wanna see what I've been working on, here are some tags in which you can look around.

#koduflower2000 art - art by me

#koduflower2000 projects - will be a tag in which i present my art and music projects.

#koduflower2000 talks - mostly something i wanna say

#koduflower2000 answers - a tag in which i answer to tumblr asks in my ask box

Interests

BFDI:TPOT (Battle For Dream Island: The Power Of Two)

BFB (Battle for BFDI)

BFDI (Battle For Dream Island)

III (Inanimate Insanity Invitational)

AvA (Animation vs Animator) series

AvM (Animation vs Minecraft) series

Bluey series from ABC Australia

Chickn Nuggit (i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier)

Minecraft

Saw and Gaty (totally okay with those ships actually)

Airy and Popcorn from HFJONE (totally okay with those ships as well)

Fanfictions (started writing one btw)

Rhythm Games

Gaming

Computers

Linux

Information and Communication Technology

Language and Culture Learning

Science

Technology

Sports

DNI list:

Basic (you already know it)

Ableists

Anti-semitic people

Racists

Homophobic people (basically homophobes)

Pedophiles (basically MAPs)

Sexists

Xenophobic people (including islamophobes)

Transphobic people (basically transphobes)

TERFs (Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists, in other words, transphobic people who spread their gender opinions which are considered to be uncomfortable to trans people)

Advanced

Extreme NSFW accounts (a.k.a. the accounts with >=90% of the posts which are NSFW)

Pro-Israel people (I support Palestine, and no one can stop me)

People neutral with Palestine and the Palestinian people (Palestinian people are the best and they're considered innocent. Period.)

Zionists (If you try to interact with my account, I would like to fight you and block you.)

Proshippers (problematic ships, not professional ships)

Comshippers

People who spread misinformation against me

On thin ice

People who harass me or any of my moots.

People who think they're superior than everyone for no reason. (the only reason why i put it there is because i want people to talk with me instead of harassing me, because i already had a lot of traumatic experiences on twitter)

Blog Landmarks

tee hee moot rose! ^ ^

me too (a tribute to all my previous moots who have been disappeared from the internet)

kinda the reason why i don't interact in here as much as i wanna

the most important thing in tumblr that hits you hard like a high speed train

elements of the intro are subject to changes which occur periodically

[windsorbay]

THE CHARACTER.

FULL NAME: JC Pérez

GENDER: Cis man

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 23 + February 14, 2002

LENGTH OF TIME IN WINDSOR BAY: Born and raised

HOUSING: Downtown

OCCUPATION: Part-Time @ Salsa Street Grill & Spotlight Cinema

THE INTERVIEW.

What’s it like, living in Windsor Bay? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?

"Block the Pérez tribe? Man, that'd be like cutting off my own arm. Yeah, we're close, probably too close sometimes. My abuela's the backbone of everything, she practically runs the family from her kitchen and thinks feeding me is the solution to every problem—and honestly, her tortillas might be. Five generations of Pérez decisions have been made at her table. Mamá is fierce though. She single-handedly raised me while hustling at Best Stitch and teaching. She never once made me feel like I was holding her back, you know? My uncle's been like a dad, teaching me everything from changing tires to shaving or handling myself in a fight. He sneaks me design gigs when I'm broke, which is… often. My sibling is following the 'proper Pérez path'—we clash but they got my back when it counts. And cousins? Too many to count, but they're the first ones I call when shit gets real. We argue, we meddle in each other's business, but at the end of the day, being a Pérez means never really being alone. Even when I wish I was. Todo para la familia, everything for the family."

If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?

"Everyone hits up the tourist spots, but the real Dub B. is behind The Comic Vault downtown. There's this alley where local artists, myself included, have been adding murals for years. The owner lets us use the back wall as a canvas as long as we keep it 'tasteful enough for kids.' It's like a visual timeline of the town's underground art scene. Some pieces have been there since before I was born, others might only last a week before someone paints over them. My favorite part is this corner where my cousin first taught me to use spray paint when I was twelve…probably shouldn't admit that publicly, huh? Anyway, it's constantly changing, completely authentic, and absolutely free. The best view is around sunset when the light hits everything just right. Just don't tell the tourists, it's one of the few spots we locals still have to ourselves."

It’s the little things in life; tell me three things that bring you a great deal of joy or put a smile on your face.

"First, those rare mornings when I wake up before my alarm and just sketch whatever's in my head while the coffee brews. No pressure, no audience, just creating. Second, watching my little cousins get excited when I teach them how to draw something they thought was impossible, that moment when their faces light up because they actually did it themselves. And third… my mom's laugh. Not the polite one she uses at family functions, but her real laugh, the one that comes out when she's surprised by something genuinely funny. Growing up, if I could get that laugh out of her after a hard day, I knew everything would be okay. Still works that way."

THE PERSONALITY.

— + Loyal, Creative, Compassionate — - Guarded, Impulsive, Stubborn

JC IS PORTRAYED BY SAMUEL KIM ARREDONDO, AND WRITTEN BY MARIO.

[cruelestpoetryever]

Hi yeah believe it or not I'm not actually a public figure and my criticisms of Kamala Harris didn't impact literally anyone's decisions whatsoever.

Yeah, no shit, either way you had the right to vote and didn’t. It sucks that the elections in the US don’t make any sense whatsoever, but stick to your morals even when criticizing celebrities.

And also the post I reblogged wasn't comparing Chappell Roan to a Nazi it was comparing her to someone who is content and comfortable with Nazis and are under the protection of Nazi family members which she literally is.

Implying she’s ok with nazis is not comparing her to one? If it isn’t then fine, probably a language barrier.

But sorry I should have thought about how hard and crazy her life is like in kaleidoscope. Have you guys heard kaleidoscope that just proves Chappell Roan is a good person because her life is just so sad and complicated.

No, it’s just that it’s weird you only seem to hate on Chappell while Taylor’s image was used in Trump’s campaign. The 180º shifts are wild, hate to love to hate again (and never blocking tags)

And sorry I didn't think about fighting back. It's very important in a country that arrests protestors for trans women to go out and protest and then get put in men's prisons where they are intentionally used as sex slaves to help keep male prisoners more well behaved.

How do you think people fought before? Do you think black people or queer people stood still while things were happening? Yes, it sucks that authoritarian governments try to stop the opposition by any means they deem necessary, but I assure you, a lot of big political issues were affected by normal people, like you and me, fighting even though they knew (and know) that fighting back was/is dangerous. Attacking anyone that tries to be positive does jack shit, wallowing in self-pity does jack shit as well.

I'll be at an encampment immediately I should have just been thinking of that the whole time instead of just crying for myself.

No, mourning the election is fine. Threatening to kill yourself, attacking people that have nothing to do with your problems, picking fights? Yeah, that sucks, Cruelest. It’s not healthy for anyone.

The 45 second high she got from being better than everyone else was actually worth my right to live. I'm sorry for being such a piece of shit I promise I'll do better in the future.

It isn’t worth your right to live. And it really sucks to elect a right-wing asshole. But that’s why people have been telling you time and time again to log off, take care of yourself and find community. If you don’t look for help you won’t get better.

As I said before, my country was affected by US imperialism (think about a US backed dictatorship), and people fought back. A few right-wing assholes were elected as well, people fought back. People are fighting back even now, with a more progressive government— because protesting for a better life if not a one time thing. It sucks that fighting back endangers protesters, but it is the right thing to do, fighting back against fascism is always the right thing to do. If you personally can’t protest, find ways to help people and help yourself.

Find a community that will help you be safe, seek help for suicidal ideation, if you need seek help for alcoholism, but just know that whatever it is that you’re doing right now won’t help (as I said, been there done that).

Okay yes if saying someone is okay with Nazis is comparing them to a Nazi then yeah I'm comparing Chappell Roan to a Nazi. And Taylor Swift was used by Donald trump in ai art without her consent and she spoke against that so it's not relevant to her at all. And I genuinely do not understand how you can tell me that I should be risking arrest to protest unless you just genuinely don't understand what happens to trans women in prison. It is literally not an option at all for me I cannot protest if there's a chance it would mean I get arrested. I just hate Chappell Roan anyway and I don't think that's unreasonable at all

[shinobuscanonwife]

HEY! How are ya doing? Can I please request Rengoku, Shinobu, Akaza and Douma with a mysterious Male or GN S/O who always wears a mask (like Sabito). One day, S/O and the character are training and the charscrer manages to cut down the middle of the mask (Like Tanjiro did to Sabito) to reveal for the first time how S/O actually looks like; spoiler alert, the perfect mix of drop-dead gorgeous, cute features (Because I know all of ya'll are pretty) and badass scars😌 (I have too many💀). You're free to decline if the request is not to your taste.

Shinobu

You and Shinobu had been dating for a while and she still had yet to see what you really looked like. Not that it mattered to her what you looked like but she was curious. Why were you hiding your face? Do you think you're ugly? Do you have scars on your face? She never mentioned it to you and she knew that when you were ready you would take it off. One day when you and Shinobu were training together and she cut your mask in half by accident. Your mask fell to the ground as you stood there dumbfounded. She immediately dropped her sword and ran up to you to make sure you were okay. She cupped your face and looked into your eyes. She smiled at you "You are absolutely gorgeous darling!" She said before she went to go pick her blade up

Kyojuro

He was curious about what you looked like. He didn't ask you about it because he was scared he was going to hurt your feelings so he just waited for you to take it off. Now Kyojuro doesn't like training with you. He's scared he's going to hurt you but sometimes if the master requests it there's no escaping it. One day the master requested you try out a new technique you had developed on Kyjuro. When Kyojuro went to block your attack he accidentally swung his sword too hard and cut your mask off. For a second he thought he had cut your face. So he ran over to you and made sure you were okay. His attack stunned you a bit so you had fallen to the ground. You looked up at him. You had a scar that went from your forehead all the way down to your cheek that wasn't from the hit you just endured it looked more like a scar from a demon. Kyojuro kissed your cheek. "I'm glad you're alright dear. I think we've done enough training let's go home."

Akaza

Akaza didn't really care what you looked like. He loves you for you not what you look like. Despite Akaza loving to fight people, he would prefer not to train against you. He knows you are strong but he knows that he's most likely stronger than you and he doesn't want to hurt you. But sometimes if you want to try out your blood demon art or if Muzan gives you blood and you've gotten stronger he'll train against you. He'll just go easy on you. One time in particular he had sliced your mask in half during a fight. He didn't acknowledge it much he just said. "Are you okay?" When you nodded he smiled at you and said. "Your gorgeous" then he went to take a fighting stance.

Douma

He really wanted to see what you looked like. He asked about it a lot "when can I see what you look like darlinggg we have been dating for a whole year" You promised him you would show him one day and he didn't like that answer but he got used to you giving him that answer. He trains against you sometimes. He's not worried about hurting you because he is extremely gentle with you during fights. But one day he cut your mask in half with his fan. (You swear that he did it on purpose) He took one look at you and ran up to you and smothered you in kisses. He thought you were the most beautiful demon he had ever seen in his life.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night!

[whiskey-bumblebee]

I'm On Fire (Chapter 6)

Pairing: DBF!Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2400

A/N: Me? Writing a legal drama? It's more likely than you think!

Warnings: Age gap relationship (older Hotch, younger reader), brief sex scene at the end

Taglist: @littlepeanut03 @rosaline-black @moonmark98 @yuly @jazzymariexoxoc @frogoko @morgthemagpie @laisy @whoreforhondo @ssamorganhotchner @lex13cm @mrs-ssa-hotch @violetlilites @fairy-alix @mercurysrhapsody @art-and-thoughts @rousethemouse

A few months ago, if someone had told you that you'd be watching your lover on trial for murder, you probably would have backed out. Closed yourself off from the world, made sure you didn't look at anyone for too long. No flirty glances, no casual waves.

The case had hit the newspapers hard. The premise was irresistible, a love triangle between a married couple and a younger woman. It spiralled out of control, the husband flew off the handle, killed the other woman's father. Maybe he'd been abusive, maybe he was just getting in the way. The facts were all but irrelevant.

You watched it play out, character by character, in the paper, since you couldn't risk going to the courtroom. Of course, you couldn't travel anywhere either, you could be called upon to testify at any time.

Music played over the radio you kept in the living room, some recent-ish Pink song.

When someone said count your blessings now, 'fore they're long gone...

You tapped your foot, sighing as you flicked through the pages. Maybe there was some solace in the fact that Aaron looked so goddamn good in these paparazzi shots of him walking to and from the courthouse. In most of them, he was trying to block his face with a folder, but there were a few of him scowling at the camera, mouth set in a hard line, his gaze piercing.

He still existed, you thought. Even if it had been a while since you'd seen each other, he must still exist. It wasn't all just a dream.

Derek Morgan had taken the stand, one of his co-workers. So had Spencer Reid, a sweet-looking boy who had been plainly nervous to talk in front of so many people. They'd shown the jury crime scene photos.

It shouldn't be taking this long. You had a plan. Why wasn't it working?

----

Three weeks earlier

Haley stopped by your house again on her way back from the police station. She looked frantic as she stood at your front door.

"You have to discredit me. You have to tell the police that I'm just his crazy ex-wife and I'll make up anything to get the house in the divorce. I don't know, just, just... Just tell them anything, I'm so sorry," She turned quickly on her heel.

"Haley," You called. "That won't work. I'm not meant to know anything about you, or it would prove that I knew you and Aaron better than I said I did."

She walked slowly back to your door.

"I can't let him go to jail," She said, eyes filling with tears. "I meant to trip him up, not throw him under the bus."

"I know," You said sympathetically, reaching for her arm. "C'mon, come inside. We can talk."

She exhaled shakily, nodding.

You gestured for her to take a seat on the couch while you brewed some tea.

"I can't do it, and you can't go back on your statement, so you'll just have to tell Aaron to fight hard, to say all of those things about you."

She nodded. "I shouldn't stay. I don't know if they're having us followed, or wire-tapped, or..."

You nodded. "That's okay. Can you stay for another minute? I just want to say something."

"Sure," She replied.

You sat beside her on the couch. "I really appreciate you coming and talking to me. Not just now, but earlier, too. We have to look out for each other, and I know how my relationship with him looks."

"I was just so worried. I was thinking that if there was any chance I was right, I was so worried about whoever the daughter was. I was panicking thinking that he might be pressuring some... teenager..."

You shook your head quickly. "You know it's not like that, right? I'm younger than him, but not by that much. I'm an adult. I still live, well... lived, with my dad, but that was my choice."

She nodded. "I'm so sorry I've made this so difficult. I wish you could testify against me. I deserve it."

"No, Haley," You reassured her. "If that had been the situation, it would have been the right thing to go to the police and share your suspicions. Maybe not implicating Aaron so much, but nobody's perfect."

She reached for your hand, holding it gently in her own.

"He's difficult, you know? I love him, but he's a difficult man to love. I want to make sure you know what you're getting into."

You nodded for her to continue.

"He's away on cases a lot. He's terrible at guessing how you're really feeling, considering he's a profiler. I guess it's because he's not even around enough to get to know your tells. Maybe it'll be different for you, but he doesn't want kids, doesn't want to retire early. He's terrible at talking about his feelings. A lot of the time it seems like you're in love with a ghost."

You squeezed her hand. "I'll be okay. I don't know if it's serious. Well, I mean, I guess it's complicated, but I don't know if he really wants to be with me. I get the feeling we'll probably see each other once or twice after the trial, but after that..."

She shook her head. "I don't think so. But we'll see."

A small smile grew on her face. "But if he was going to fall in love with anyone, I'm glad it's you. You remind me of him."

Your nose crinkled. "That could be a good thing or a very bad thing."

She cupped your cheek softly, running her thumb over your cheekbone. "It's a good thing, trust me. You've got the same strength he does. You'll need it."

___

"Aaron," Haley called, chasing after the long-legged man. "Can we talk?"

Onlookers watched as this domestic spectacle unfolded.

"No," He replied sternly. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Please? Just five minutes, and I'll never talk to you again."

"No," He repeated, not slowing his pace.

"Aaron Tobias Edward Hotchner, I am still your wife, and so help me God, you will stop for a moment and listen to me."

That stopped him in his tracks, although a hot flush blossomed up his neck. It was an angry red, a seething hue.

"Counsellor, could we use your office for a moment?" Hotch spat through gritted teeth. "It seems my ex-wife has something urgent to tell me."

The other man nodded, quickly unlocking the room. "Would you like a witness in the room?"

Haley shook her head quickly. "Please, Aaron. Just us. One last time."

Aaron sighed and shook his head at the attorney. "No, we'll be fine. Please, make it quick, Haley, this is our lunch break."

The door closed behind them, and Aaron immediately walked over to the window on the other side of the room, staring out at the street below. Haley stayed near the door, leaving some distance between them.

"I made a stupid mistake," She said softly. "And I'm sorry. But we need to end this, neither of us can afford it. And it looks bad for both of us, yelling at each other, airing the dirty laundry of our marriage."

"You might recall it was not my idea," Hotch said, his voice measured. That was the true sign of his anger.

"I know. And I don't need you to forgive me. But I need you to discredit me. Don't call me names, don't tell them about the condoms, just spin a story about my motive. I'm the only witness. If my argument falls apart, there's no case."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because she told me to. I wanted her to do it, to throw me under the bus, but she's smart, and she realized that would make it worse. So you need to do it."

He visibly softened, crossing his arms over his chest as he rested his back against the wall.

"So what's your motive?"

"I want the house, I want you to lose your job, I'm a vindictive, attention-seeking whore. Whatever sells it. Whatever ends this."

"So I should tell the truth?" Aaron spat. "How inventive. Fuck you."

Haley recoiled. "You're being cruel. That's not going to help you. For once in your life, I'm asking you to be less emotional. Then we can finish this. Be logical. Be the agent. Hold it over me."

She turned away before he could see the tears in her eyes. "I'm just asking you to hate me in a different cadence. I know you can do it."

She opened the door and stepped out, walking over to the bathroom to freshen up.

This wasn't their first argument, but it might be their last. She slipped off her wedding ring and her engagement ring, dropping them into her purse.

"Damn it, Aaron," She whispered, pressing her palms into the cool countertop, avoiding her reflection in the mirror.

___

After the lunch break, Aaron returned to the courtroom with renewed energy. At first, it seemed like it might just be that he'd eaten a hearty sandwich, but it soon became clear that he'd gained a second wind.

He noticed that the press gallery had emptied out almost completely, with only a handful of reporters from local papers remaining.

He was almost sad that there'd be a reduced audience to watch him tear Haley to shreds.

"Your Honour, the defendant would like to make a brief statement."

"Go ahead, Agent Hotchner."

Aaron stood quickly and made his way to the floor, nodding to the judge before facing the jury.

"I would like to remind everyone of the central question of this case. This is not a trial about whether I was a good husband, or whether my marriage was typical or healthy. It is a trial about whether I entered the residence intending to kill the suspect, and therefore, whether this was a murder, or a tragic but inevitable consequence of my line of work," He paused to take a breath, pleased to see that the jury was more attentive than they had been an hour ago.

"By now, you know my argument, and the argument of the prosecution. I would like to point out that Mrs. Hotchner is the only person who has raised questions about my relationship with the suspect's daughter. You've seen evidence that I met her once, and that meeting was purely professional. Mrs. Hotchner and I are in the midst of a divorce, and it's advantageous for her to suggest that I had some sort of murderous intent when I killed the victim. She would be able to gain a substantial amount of my assets, including the house we owned. I believe this is why she is yet to sign the divorce papers, as she would no longer be the automatic inheritor of my assets if I was to be convicted."

He surveyed the jury again. This was going over their heads.

"Additionally, I would like to remind you that the victim is the primary suspect in a serial homicide investigation. This didn't give me the right to shoot him, but he was a suspect before anything else. I knew him, many years ago, but it had been years since we'd spoken."

"In short," He said, taking a deep breath. "Mrs. Hotchner would be the sole financial beneficiary if I was convicted before she signs the divorce papers. She would get the house and my savings. I would call the jury's attention to this fact, in the hopes that we might all resolve this sooner rather than later."

The judge nodded. "Acceptable. The jury is advised to consider this statement."

One of Aaron's lawyers nodded, and started to speak. "And I would add that Mr. Hotchner works as an FBI agent, and plays a key role in preventing violent crimes. The sooner he's able to get back to work, the better."

The judge looked over at one of Aaron's less talkative lawyers.

"Are you the divorce attorney representing Mr. Hotchner?"

"Yes, Your Honour."

"Is it true that the divorce proceedings have stalled due to Mrs. Hotchner's hesitancy to sign the documents?"

"Yes, Your Honour."

The judge turned to the other side of the courtroom.

"Is this a fair statement? Is Mrs. Hotchner's divorce attorney present?"

"Yes, Your Honour, it is a fair statement. I'm not the divorce attorney, but Mrs. Hotchner has been waiting for the trial to be resolved before the divorce is finalized," Haley's lawyer said.

Haley nodded.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief.

____

"Finally," You breathed. "Fuck, Aaron, it's been so long..."

"You have to be quiet," He said softly. "The walls are thin."

He propped you up on the stately wooden desk in the court library, spreading your legs so he could kiss your inner thighs and pull your underwear aside, tracing his tongue over your slit.

"Don't tease me," You cried. "I need you."

"Needy girl," He cooed sympathetically. "Been too long, hmm?"

"Shut up," You whined. "Please just fuck me with your tongue."

He didn't hesitate, slipping two fingers into you, curling his fingers while he sucked at your clit, pressing his nose into your pubic bone.

"You taste so good," He murmured into your skin.

You clamped one of your hands over your mouth, eyes rolling back in your head. Legal papers were stuck to the back of your thighs. You didn't care.

He pressed his fingers into you, seeking out the sensitive spot that would make your legs shake. With his other hand, he rubbed circles over your clit. While he did, he ran his tongue over any of the skin he could reach, licking at your wetness.

"I'm going to-" You pressed your hand back over your mouth quickly, just in time to stop a moan from slipping out.

Your legs clenched around his head, and he didn't resist it. While you rode your high, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you around him.

Once you settled down, he crawled up your body, kissing your cheek, nipping your earlobe.

"The sex is good, hmm? It's better when you know that I fucking killed someone for you?"

Your eyes snapped open, and you gasped for air. You looked around your bedroom frantically, finding it empty. Frazzled, you dropped your head back into your pillow, closing your eyes.

"Aaron," You said softly, your voice melting into a whine as your eyes filled with tears. "I need you."

You whispered the words into the cold white wall.

"Don't leave me," You whispered. "I'm never going to love someone like I loved you."

If you squeezed your eyes shut, you could almost slip back into the dream. You could almost pretend to hear a car coming to a stop outside your house. Almost.

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hie I've just been sitting here thinking about harutaka fighting I know the whole "I knew i was gonna die and didn't tell you" is prime material for them to fight But I like to think about like Long term how they deal with little inevitable conflicts Bc those are gonna happen when you wanna spend your life by someone's side I feel like Haruka's reaction is most often just To immediately apologize He wants to fix things He doesn't want anyone to be upset So he slaps a bandaid over it! Takane however Needs to experience her feelings even if they suck She needs to get mad She needs to get sad (and try to cover up that sadness with angry outburts) I think there's times Haruka apologizes to try and soothe a conflict and she gets upset because it's really not his fault and she wishes he'd get mad instead! I think eventually they kinda learn Takane needs her moment to run through her feelings and just because she's crying screaming punching a pillow doesn't mean it's personal And Haruka needs to learn that sometimes it's okay if things feel bad for a bit, it's better to talk things through than to bury them under panicked pacification. A tense afternoon isn't going to undo their pile of happy memories. Honestly I wanna see Haruka try to get mad about something. Restaurant got his order wrong or something. And Takane's just there like yeah!! Tell them!!! And he immediately deflates when he has their attention (also if this characterization is a little off I apologize!! I hadn't touched kagepro in a while and have just recently gotten sucked back into the hyperfixation but haven't freshly gone through all the material yet. I'm slowly making my way through it again I just really enjoy your blog asjshffj)

YEAH EXACTLY U GET IT SO WELL especially with takane wishing haruka would get mad. they run through emotions differently, takane gets mad/explodes because she cares about something so much, so haruka not matching her energy when she gets like that makes her feel like he doesn't care.

i think that could be a good way for them to learn how things work, like if takane told him its like you dont even care and haruka had the chance to say OF COURSE he cares. how could he not???!!!

so when she's blowing up about something admittedly silly and haruka isnt telling her Hey that's silly and instead he's like ok❤️sorry❤️dont be mad❤️ that makes her madder. but haruka is also capable of getting angry yknow (NOVEL 6 KANO MOMENT) (Still so funny kano is the 1 character that managed to make haruka angry) but i have a hard time seeing him angry At takane. maybe he could call her immature or something lol....

i think he could ask her to stop being such a tease??? haruka's too spineless to ask her to stop teasing him (over the dimension lost days I moment) but by post str i dont think this would be a problem. maybe he could manage to ask and takane would be like AWWWW IM JUST GOOFING cuz from his pov in lost days it REALLY seemed like haruka didnt realise takane was fucking with him. personally i didnt notice in my first read. once i read it again i noticed takane is described to have a mischievous smile and stuff and that just changed the whole context. it was haruka moaning and crying abt having an art block and takane being like girl ur being pathetic and she was right🙏

i mostly have a hard time imagining What theyd fight about. i think they could have arguments but it'd have to be something punctual for that to take place. i dont think couples just Have to argue to work out at all. that bit u said abt "thats gonna happen when u wanna spend ur life with someone" LIKE yeah there are disagreements and all but nothing that could cause An Argument of that nature yknow.

that's why haruka not telling takane abt his condition is like the best potential for it, otherwise more domestic stuff is like. haruka wanting the lights on while playing a horror game and takane wanting them off. thats like the most heated dispute they can have bc theyre both very serious about their stances💔(haruka is scared. takane wants the full horror game experience🙄)

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Okay so I can't watch RTMNT on mobile with parental controls apparently, so!!! I'm wondering!!! Do you have Tumblr/DeviantArt fanfics and or comics that take the cake. (This is such a niche sorta content rec ask but if I know someone's got me it's you-)

I mean you can throw AO3 stuff too, but I'd have to get my switch for it later ^-^

Hehehehehe

Post-Apocalypse Healing

Mikey & Leo, Turtle Tots

Piebald(?) (I think that’s how you spell it)

Favorite comic moments There are actual comics to this show but I don’t know where to find them tbh

Crossover with 2003, 2012, and Bay Movies

Now, onto the fanfics where I have decimated most of them, and hunger for more.

Hanging by a Turtle: “It happens almost too quickly. One moment Don has both feet on the ground, fighting some new wacko mutant trying to blow up the city, and the next? Wacko mutant does something Don can’t really process, and the ground is giving out beneath them.

Wacko mutant gets away. Donnie and his brothers? Yeah, they don’t.”

We’ve cleaned our wounds but the pain doesn’t fade that soon: “A post-movie look at how the Hamato family deals with the what happened after they've had a chance to recover.”

Operation: rest day: “Mikey gets an art block. Leo steps in.”

(SEE ALSO: Raph & Donnie (the same author wrote both and I’m recommending them.))

Baby Blues: “It seems like no matter how hard the boys try, trouble always finds them.

Apparently, going to a yokai festival is no exception. Sure, they probably should have seen this coming; if trouble always finds them, then going to the Hidden City is just wearing a giant neon sign plastered to their backs saying "Hey! Right here!" But they had tried so hard this time not to screw this up. They even listened to Splinter's orders about sticking together

Well, for the most part. But everyone was fine in the end. Leo's fine!

Except for the fact that he's five years old.”

(This is supposed to be a multi-chaptered fic, and I’ve got it on good record that it’ll come back with a chapter two soon, but it’s a really good oneshot too.)

Turtles, meet Turtles: “First it was Sacks, then it was Krang, and now it’s... themselves? Or at least, the mutants they find certainly look like them!”

(Bay Movies/Rottmnt crossover)

On Understanding Caring Hearts: “Leo was injured, badly, during a mission gone wrong. One moment he was on lookout duty with Donatello, the next he was on the ground, trying to make sense of everything as the world moved around him.

Fortunately, his brothers are there to help him through, at least, Leo thinks they are.”

Like Father Like Son: “Draxum wasn't quite ready to give up on his plan to use the turtles as his ultimate weapons just yet. When Leo is taken by Draxum, it's up to the other three turtles to get their brother back before it's too late.

Post episode The Evil League of Mutants.”

(Mind the tags on this, love)

save your tears (for another day): ““Oh my god?” Leo asks, staring at the weird, other fucking mutant turtles in the room, accompanied by two of the strangest humans Raph thinks he’s ever seen. “Are you guys - are you guys us?”

-

orrrr a crossover btwn 2012 and 2018 :)

(now with a sequel 😌😌)”

Panic Buttons: “It feels like he’s dying. His air is being ripped from him and his eyes are drooping and he’s dying he’s dying.”

A Singular, Bloody Mattress: “Dammit, he needs to think! Raph isn't the greatest at coming up with plans; he's always been more of a "smash first, talk later" kind of a guy.

And look where that got them. Raph's baby brother is bleeding out to death, they're being pursued by the stupid flame-heads with deadly (well, deadlier) paper ninjas with nowhere to go, and they're stuck in a mattress store of all places.

Leo would have known what to do. Hell, he'd have gotten them home by now with one of his portals, where they'd be enjoying the rest of their evening with pizza and a movie.

But they're not home. They're stuck with no where to run to, and Raph can't think.”

This is all I’ll give you for now :D. Read ‘em, and then let me know when youre done so I can give you more later on. And if I find any way to get the comics free, I’ll def let you know too!!