#Fs for splinter

[pen-and-umbra]

It caught my attention that one of the later First Soldier chapters not so subtly shows Stamp. The Beagle variation, which we see throughout the Final Fantasy VII Remake. Now, I'm basing my speculation on a widely held belief that any Stamp represents a splinter timeline, a branching reality that, while sharing similarities with the original game, is NOT 100% true to the original. So, Stamp represents a deviation from the original track. FFVII Rebirth exposes it by bringing to light several branching realities that Aerith, Zack, and Cloud appear to travel through. All of these highlight a different breed of Stamp. As a result, while the first part of the trilogy (FFVII Remake) appears to closely follow the original plotbeats, it's still not exactly true to the OG.

Now, First Soldier also features Beagle Stamp during a helicopter ride, which suggests its course of events differs from the original game's outcome. Something or someone affected the chain of events at some point, and the ripple effect seems to reach far into the past. The nature of this event and how Beagle Stamp reality differs from the original for Sephiroth specifically remains a mystery. Perhaps it involves some knowledge of Lucrecia. In the original game, it's heavily hinted that Sephiroth only hears his mother's name, while Beagle Stamp First Soldier gives him a photograph of his actual mother. Or it could be something else entirely.

There's something else to consider: the number of stars on each Stamp breed. According to u/nzivvo's brilliant Reddit post, the number of stars may correspond to the order of timeline creation, e.g., 2 stars = second world to be born, 3 stars = third, and so on. According to this theory, something or someone is constantly attempting to change OG time, with the party from the FFVII Remake and Sephiroth from FS being the result of the fifth attempt, as the Beagle Stamp mascot bears 5 stars.

Nzivvo writes:

If this is ends up being true then I would suggest it means the following:

1* timeline would end up being OG/Fate.

This means that to find out what's caused this entire trilogy we'd need to go backwards and learn more about the 3* timeline and more importantly the 2* timeline.

Rebirth strongly suggests the 3* timeline is one created by Omni-Aerith, which is very likely in response to Sephiroth messing with time.

Which means that 2* timeline is the big one (from a causality perspective of 'where this all began') and is very likely Sephiroth's first time-fuckery timeline creation - probably around 20-30 years prior to remake.

Which actually works very well from a story-telling perspective and also could line up with the way Ever Crisis has seemingly linked Edge of Creation Omni-Sephiroth to an event about 20+ years in his past.

As nzivvo points out, there is a direct link between First Soldier events and what we see in the FFVII Remake (EoC Sephiroth). That means that a lot of reality do-overs have already occurred.

It certainly explains why young Sephiroth from Ever Crisis appears to be experiencing glitches in the same way that Cloud does when past realities bleed into the present.

It's literally not their first time living through all of it.

[soldier-lodbrok]

So saddle up kids, because @holyguardian and I screamed back and forth and she dug up a few thoughts I already had but pointed out all these nice connections, so now I HAVE to make a post about this theory. It is probably just my copium, but ya'll can't stop me. You can thank Muddy for this. She shoved my brain on every aspect.

Of course spoilers for Remake, Rebirth and Ever Crisis FS ahead.

Glenn Lodbrok is still alive theory

"Glenn Lodbrok" in Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Okay. First things first. The man seen as "Glenn Lodbrok" in Final Fantasy VII Rebirth definitely is NOT the real Glenn Lodbrok. In no way or form. It just is a black robed man that Sephiroth puppeteered to take on the appearance of Glenn. His behaviour, his speech patterns, his apparent goals, nothing fits the real Glenn Lodbrok.

Even his appearance is off.

The black robed version looks extremely gaunt. Glenn in general has a large frame and muscular built. Here his cheeks are visibly sunken in, his hair is unruly and uncut, as is his beard, which is also way longer (and more prominent above his lips) than when he supposedly was last alive.

The SRC Situation/Where was Glenn last His last goal in the world was to establish the Shinra Resistance Committee, especially in Wutai and lead it against Shinra. They took over the Wutain government and installed an interim-government. According to Yuffie it is supposed to only last until the war is over and they can have independence from Shinra; then tthe Wutain people can decide what kind of government they truly want next.

The SRC does loosely associate with AVALANCHE, but they are two different factions, with the SRC seemingly using more political and Wutai-based moves, while some splinter groups of AVALANCHE go down more extreme routes closer to Midgar/within Midgar.

Glenn wasn't alone, but with Matt and Lucia in the SRC at this time.

It is notable that in Rebirth in the side-mission "Protorelic 4" in Cosmo Canyon Matt and Lucia are name-dropped:

So they are confirmed to still be alive at the point where the Shinra HQ was stormed by AVALANCHE in Remake. Now suddenly as leaders of AVALANCHE troops for the HQ in Midgar. So something must have happened between them being in Wutai as interim-government members for the SRC and now suddenly active in AVALANCHE.

Alteration with Rufus The alteration that happened, where Rufus shot Glenn probably all cooks down to that Glenn either:

- discovered that Viceroy Sarruf is actually Rufus Shinra

- or he knew all along that Sarruf = Rufus, but had an argument with him, because he found out that Rufus was not at all interested in a peaceful solution and letting Wutai be a free state from Shinra

It is more likely that it is the second option, since in Ever Crisis Chapter 8 Glenn mentions that "he has friends in high places" and gets his intel through them. He possibly is hinting at this being Rufus. Plus Rufus in Rebirth seems to allow "Glenn" around, as if he knows him.

He probably threatened Rufus, either with revealing his identity or with cutting him off from the SRC. It had to be something that enraged/threatened Rufus enough to shoot Glenn in the back cowardly, when he turned away.

Then it gets muddy.

Rufus clearly is surprised seeing "Glenn" again in Junon, stating that he thought he was dead. It is a "thought" and nothing more certain. Indicating that Rufus had not checked upon Glenn really being dead. [Also the wikia indicates he was "left for dead", the wikia is not the most reliable though]

So there is a possibility that Glenn survived this. Possibly being rescued by his friends Lucia and Matt. They aren't shown to be present at the attack (maybe just out of frame?). But they could have been led there by:

- Refu: the dog formerly belonging to Rosen, he already proved to be loyal to its owner and 'call' others attention to when his owner was in trouble and needed help; he did so for Rosen

- Sephiroth: the man was friends with Glenn, even in the Wutai war. Glenn gave him intel to rescue other soldiers and Sephiroth would likely have done the same for him in return. It is strange that Sephiroth seems to exactly know how Glenn was shot in the back, he uses the phrase "In the back, just like good old times." when Rufus tries to kill "Glenn" a second time at the end of Rebirth. So either Sephiroth witnessed it, saw Glenn afterwards or heard about it. Sephiroth is shown to still be conflicted back in EC FS, being loyal to Shinra in a way or seeing himself forced into that role. If we mirror Glenn's "You know I can't help openly, that is why you have to do it", that could work with Sephiroth directing Matt and Lucia to Glenn for help. He is Shinra, he can't outright act against Rufus then, but he can see to get sufficient help.

Anyway, Lucia and Matt could have rescued Glenn and brought him to safety but turned their back on the SRC or fled the area due to there clearly being dangerous traitors at work within the SRC. That is how they could have ended up with AVALANCHE HQ, finding refuge there.

Where Glenn could be during Remake/Rebirth times So why are just the two of them mentioned as leaders for AVALANCHE?

Either Glenn simply is not part of that particular mission, SE didn't want us to know, he didn't want to work for AVALANCHE or he isn't able to help yet.

Last option could be likely due to the severe injury he apparently got from Rufus' bullet. When he is shot we actually see a lot of blood (the most shown in FF VII so far) splattering from relatively high up. Almost looks like the back of his head, though at least Sephiroth masquerading as Glenn claimed it was a shot in the back.

If Rufus hit his spine that high up, it could mean he needs a longer time to recover, if at all, even in magical Final Fantasy healing logics. Also explains, why Glenn did not fight back (if we consider the same FF logic in which several characters already got shot or stabbed worse and still were able to get up and fight back).

He could be bedridden or even in a coma for now. And you know what happens to people who are that immobile for a longer time? They lose muscle mass and of course don't shave their beard as often or get regular haircuts.

So the gaunt and dishevelled appearance the black robed takes on as "Glenn" could actually BE how Glenn looks currently. Jenova's/Sephiroth's abilities to shapeshift can't be that shoddy, so maybe this is actually the most current version of Glenn, who is hidden away somewhere in an AVALANCHE HQ.

And as Muddy so nicely pointed out: you know whom Glenn, a man who is wearing a long black raincoat (not to be confused with the black robes!) would contrast when sitting in a wheelchair by then? Rufus Shinra years later, a man in long white coats, in a wheelchair, when he suffers from Geostigma. We love some nice paralells, even if this now is probably beyond SE's scope of aesthetics.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Chapter 3 of No Fun in Fungus!

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@nights-flying-fox

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Leo chokes and wheezes on the yellow cloud that infiltrates his lungs. There’s a dull ache in his plastron. It could be from his old injuries, but he was well aware of a possible other cause for the sensation.

Asthma.

Leo would experience most attacks after getting upper respiratory infections, which he had a lot when he was younger.

It was nothing compared to what Donnie went through though.

His immune system sucked and the cold sewer with polluted water did not help his case in the slightest.

More infections meant he needed an inhaler more times than Leo did.

He never asked Splinter how he got one that first time, but he always remembers the bloody bandage around his hand.

He also remembers the birthday he asked for his supply packs.

Dad sewed it together for him.

The contents of the pack changed a lot over the years, but there were three things that never did.

A pack of dinosaur bandaids for Mikey.

Raph’s epi pen.

Their inhaler.

Despite it being years since Donnie’s last attack, that inhaler was never going to missing.

Leo takes it out immediately. Donnie was right next to him before those things came, he couldn’t be far.

“Wretched little pest….”

The voice chills him down to his core.

It’s typically believed that there are several fs when it comes to reacting to fear.

The two most well known are fight or flight.

However, there’s also freeze and fawn.

Fawn would be when Mikey tells Raph he’s the best oldest brother in the world as he hides a broken teddy bear mug behind his back.

Freeze is when you spend an entire flight in an escape pod having a panic attack and can’t even move when you get back because you just left your brother to die.

How ironic is it that someone who can never stop talking can’t say a word when he’s truly terrified?

The face man, curled up in a ball like a pathetic-

Leo covers his ears.

Where were those thoughts coming from?

Were they even thoughts?

It sounded like someone was saying it directly to him.

He feels the immediate need to curl up, not move and hope that it makes it all go away.

Seeing the glowing red eye through the thick particles in the air only makes that feeling worse.

What is happening? How could he be here?

The clanging of metal on the ground in front of him seems to give him an a answer.

He doesn’t want to look at the item in front of him.

The ninpo created weapon he left in the prison dimension.

It should have stayed there, because if it’s here, then it let him come here too.

The laughter he hears nearly makes his heart stop.

“You thought you could escape me?”

Leo can’t stop the fearful tears pricking at his eyes, quietly mumbling no repeatedly.

“You allowed me to come back. As thanks, I’ll kill you last.”

Leo hates how the words he wants to say die in his throat.

“You can watch as I slaughter your siblings, as you took away mine!”

He can hear the sounds of metallic footsteps coming towards him.

Leo can almost see his life flashing before his eyes. It makes him wonder how this response to fear came about.

Why wasn’t he like Donnie who made those escape pods?

Why didn’t he use his skills like Mikey?

Why didn’t he fight like-…….

Raph.

That’s it.

If something truly scary was happening, it was Raph who protected him.

He could freeze up and Raph would be there to shield him from literally anything that would come his way.

Even if it was something impossible like giant freaking aliens with razor sharp tentacles.

Even if he hadn’t given him a good reason to want to protect him that day.

He was right next to him too before the spores came out.

Where was he now?

Leo wanted his big brother.

He screams out his name in fear as the mech that carries the main Kraang finally stands in front of him.

Just like that, Raph appears too.

Leo realizes he’s brought him right into danger and tries to warm him.

Raph kneels down and smiles at him widely.

“What’s the matter, Leo? Raph’s here, it’ll be okay.”

“D-Don’t you see him?”

“Everything is fine, Leo. I promise.”

Leo relaxes for a split second until blood splashes on his face.

Raph had been impaled where he almost had been before.

Leo’s throat begins to hurt, is he screaming again?

He can’t tell.

His face goes to the floor, body curling around himself and the inhaler still in his grip somehow.

The screaming from him is in fact happening, others could hear it even if he couldn’t.

Especially the real Raph.

After the spores had been sprayed and he couldn’t see his brothers, he thought he heard them further away.

He had no clue that the hallucinations could be auditory as well.

After rushing to where they might have been, the sounds got worse.

Donnie, Mikey, Leo, all begging for his help.

No matter where he went he couldn’t reach them.

“Guys! Where are you!?”

“Casey.”

Raph whips his head around.

“Leo?“ He swears he can hear Leo again.

“Listen to me. When I get to the other side, you close that door.”

Raph feels his stomach drop, bringing up his arm to confirm what the hallucinations are making him see and hear.

On his wrist is the device he couldn’t bring himself to wear ever again.

The one that let him hear Leo making a decision he never should have made.

The one that let him hear what that monster was doing to him.

He starts rushing back to the direction he previously left, hoping his brothers hadn’t moved.

The rushing becomes more urgent when he hears Leo scream his name.

He’s moving so fast he nearly trips over his own feet several times.

When he finally sees Leo, everything in front of him turns into a hell scape.

Leo is in front of him, bloodied, bruised, cracks on his plastron and shell, and looking absolutely terrified.

The Krang mech is standing over him.

Raph can’t be sure at all that this how it was in the prison dimension, maybe this was accurate or maybe it’s just how he imagined it was.

Just like he never mentioned what he saw, Leo always redirected what it was like in those moments before Mikey was able to save him.

All he knew is what he and everyone else heard.

Raph knows this is all fake, something to mess with his head.

That doesn’t make his guilt go away in the slightest.

He wasn’t there to stop him, protect him.

When Splinter made Leo leader Raph wasn’t upset or mad because he got replaced, he seriously could not care less who led who in terms of responsibility.

He was worried that it meant Leo would take the brunt of the hits, be the shield when that was supposed to be what Raph does.

Raph is huge, that’s obvious.

None of his brothers can ever tell how small they are to him. Not just in size, but….how can you forget that you used to hug them close because they were scared of the dark?

They run out of your arms and when that’s when you realize that there’s so many things way scarier than the dark.

You want to scoop them back up so they don’t run too far to keep close.

Leo had managed to go so far away.

The Krang mech hits Leo across the face, splattering blood on the floor.

He hears Leo scream bloody murderer, screams he wished never would come from any member of his family.

Raph feels something snap in his brain that is usually reserved just for his savage modes.

He powers up, creating a larger version of himself to clap its arms together. This forces the spores in the air to disburse and clears the area.

He then stares down the fake Krang and stomps it.

The hallucination loses its hold. When he lifts the foot back up there’s just the pole that Donnie gave Leo under it.

Leo flinches, slowly but shakily lifting up his head.

“N-No….not again….please….” He nearly whispers.

Raph reaches out to see if he was real.

Leo tears up heavily.

Raph can see the utter terror on his face.

“Let him go. Stop….stop doing this. He doesn’t deserve it! Why can’t you leave him alone….!?” Leo shouts hoarsely, his throat already rough.

Raph quickly stops with his other form, but

Leo suddenly stands up and grabs at his arms before he can say anything.

“Get off him! How dare you use his body for this!? Again!? Haven’t you done enough to him!? To me!?”

“Listen to me, it’s not real! Those spores are making us hallucinate.”

Leo’s eyes widen.

“It’s….fake….? I….I didn’t bring him back here? You’re….you’re not….?”

“I’m the real deal, I promise.”

Leo feels the adrenaline that kept him standing give out along with his legs.

Ralph keeps him steady, moving to pick him up.

“N-No….just….let me use your arm, please.”

“You’re not in good shape Leo…..I heard you screaming.”

Leo breathes shakily.

“I want to know I can still make myself move.”

Raph isn’t entirely sure he gets it, but there was no way he was going to deny him what he seemed to need because of that.

He nods and puts Leo’s arm around his own since his shoulder would be too up high to help.

“We need to find Donnie and Mikey.”

“Maybe you can explain everything as we walk….I am so lost right now.”

“Not anymore, Leo.”

Leo smiles faintly.

“I’m going to let that corny thing pass since I think we could both use that right now.”

Raph smiles back and walks with him.

When the spores had first erupted around them, Donnie felt his hand get grabbed.

He knew who it was by the texture of the hand right away.

Of course the size is another indicator, but Donnie focused a lot on how things feel.

Raph’s hand is rougher than everyone else’s, both because he often uses his fists and the fact he lifts weights which causes calluses.

Leo’s hand is the softest because of his use of gloves during their fights, and the incredibly long list of skin care products he owns.

Mikey’s hand usually has something else on it, chalk dust, or finger paint, or, one time, peanut butter, which made Donnie gag.

That’s the hand that pulled him away.

They moved fairly fast.

“Ugh, this smells like when we found that cheese dad was hoarding so it could age. Be careful Mikey, we could start hallucinating at any moment.” Donnie warns.

“Maybe if you could do more than spend your time on dumb inventions we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Donnie rips his hand out of his grip.

“You’re not-!….Am I trying to say something to a hallucination? Great, now I’m a cliché.”

Saying that other part out loud was also pointless, he knows.

He was basically talking to himself right now.

Those stupid invasive mushrooms were trying to turn baseless thoughts into tangible visions.

What he doesn’t understand is how and why it happened this way.

If it followed the pattern of what Mikey and Raph saw, he would see something he’s supposedly scared of relating to the Krang.

However, feeling and hearing shouldn’t have been part of it.

Had it been that case, what he did to help Raph wouldn’t have worked.

Was it the amount of spores? Was there a certain set of rules he wasn’t aware of?

He missed some variable, this is exactly why he hates when he’s missing data.

Donnie turns around to try to get back to where he was taken from.

“I can’t believe you chose those jerks over me.”

He’s taken aback by the new voice but tries to remind himself that it means nothing.

“It’s always about what you want. She makes fun of me and you join up with her just for a jacket? Do I really man less to you than a jacket…..?”

“That is not how I feel! She knows that!”

“Maybe…..maybe Donnie thinks we’re too dumb to be his brothers. He wishes we were like him.”

What? Mikey again?

“Are you kidding? I bet he wishes he was an only child. Donnie never cares about what we’re doing, he just waits to talk about what he’s doing.”

No, Raph wouldn’t say that!

He turns, only to see Leo right in front of him.

“Stop it! I know you’re not real!”

“Thanks for the advice, Donnie.”

“I didn’t give you any!”

“Sure you did. Back when Ghost Bear showed up. “Leo, sacrifice yourself? Buy us some time?” Does that ring any bells?”

Donnie freezes.

“I-It was a joke.”

“How about when I was supposed to protect you because I sell the least amount of toys?”

“Obviously another joke!”

“No, Donnie. It pushed me to do what had to be done. I’ll do it as many times as I need to.”

Donnie grits his teeth.

“No! You won’t! I’ll stop you!”

“Stop me? How? With another gift disguised as a way to tell me you hate me?”

“It was a real gift! I thought it would help!”

The shock collar suddenly appears on Leo.

“It’s a real pain in the neck, Dontron.”

It shocks him, making him writhe and scream in pain.

Donnie can’t help but scream as well.

[tmsh-au-blog]

More lore for my AU? Buckle up!

This is a MUCH darker take on the AU.

I personally prefer a darker reason for Dream eating the apple. Either that or baby boy has WAY too much pent-up negativity and SNAPS. (I am evil and no I'm not sorry. Dream is a fun character to experiment with).

Shade needed his family and said family was not there for him. Desperation and fear drove him to do the unthinkable. To willingly SHATTER himself. Alone, afraid and out of options he ate the apple.

TW: Stalking/harassment, one night stand, alcohol, and attempted R word. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

He was being stalked by Yan (fallen stars Swap) who despite Shade making it clear that the sake fueled one-night stand meant nothing, nor did he want to date Yan.

Splinter (FS Ink) had gone completely mad on red and pink paint so he enjoyed tormenting Shade for entertainment.

Yan tried many times to force himself on Shade who by this point was all alone.

When he begged Illusion for help, he was turned away by Daemon (gatekeeper of the system. Illusion has DID) very coldly. Daemon being paranoid decided Shade was lying and refused to protect him from Yan. Shade being too weak from the imbalance turned to the remains of the tree of feelings in desperation to gain enough power to FORCE Yan to leave him alone.

This is before Shattered fully takes over when the transformation is still fresh and all Shade can hear is angry whispers : "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Yan did NOT leave him alone even after gaining that power.

Yan also stalked Shattered though he didn't really pay Yan any mind because he was more afraid of Jax finding him and the shattered balance caused by Shade eating his apple.

[aviagin]

ROTTMNT Personal HeadCanons

The way I’m a Leo kinnie longed to be Mikey, seen as Ralph, and could never be Donnie is just wow to me. A couple of stray thoughts.

Leo gives Jake Peralta from Brooklyn99 vibes tell me I’m wrong you can’t

Mikey learns how to make teapots to be able to replace ol'skully for their dad. RIP pour one out for a beloved member of the family for generations.

I bet Splints probably misses the taste of plastic and evil too lmao. Mikey makes two versions he made the “Jupiter Jim sure taste funny” and the “before a sports ball was found.”

Leo starts chipping away at his shell to compensate for breaking Raph's shell. They start to notice the carelessness he has for his shell. Donnie is the first to realize how often he’s just softening blows or covering Mikey. Sure he can walk it off but just as easily he could have dodged.

Raph goes into Leo’s room and sees him picking at his shell. “Now I know I’m not the medic but he’d tell me to not pick”

Leo gets startled and does immediately stop. “Raph! What can yours truly most handsome brother do for you!?”

Raph sits with him not sure how to approach the topic. Of course, Raph has always been a talk less act now type of turtle why should that change now. He can’t hesitate, not when it comes to his brothers. . .his family. He brings it up. . .Seeing the twinge of guilt flash across Leo’s face is enough for him to want to drop it. No he has to explain and reassure Leo it’s not his fault. He didn’t break his shell the Kraang did. “But if you start to break yours for me. That means I’m causing it. Come on you want big bro Raph to lose his #1 EXboss mug.” And Leo is just like no I would never want you to lose your mug. He would lightly chuckle teary eyed. Raph would give him the warmest bestest most big brother hug he can give Leo. “Let’s go we can’t leave the mad dogs watching pops commercials for too long!” They both head out feeling relieved. When they join the fam Donnie let’s a sigh of relief. Mikey has a bright smile. “Told y’all Doctor feelings is never wrong. Nothing can heal unless we disinfect the area ain’t that right doctor.” Mikey winks a Leo. April laughs hyping Mikey up. He shakes his head ready to have a movie marathon with the fam.

Donnie has fs Raph proofed everything that’s been destroyed. Of course he could do it all in one go scan what’s most likely too fragile and Raph proof it but BORE YAWN!!! Wheres the fun in that. When something does get broken usually by Raph hence the name Donnie makes sure it only happens once. He makes bets with the rest on what breaks next. Any on on purpose breaks means zero claim to the pot. They take their gambling very serious and have no idea how April keeps wining.

Leo gaslights and starts fights for the fun of it or causes fights for fun. He makes remakes like “me personally I wouldn’t take that” or “daaang bro you gonna let that one slide!” Just egging both sides.

Splinter tried his hardest to get his sons to call him master splinter or sensei at least during their training but clearly he didn’t win that war and now he knows when they get mad at him they call him splinter. He won’t say it out loud but he prefers it when his sons call him pops/dad/papa and finds it funny when they come up with new ones.

Leo and Donnie are nail biters. If Leo is a nail biter one hundred percent Donnie is too. Or vice versa. They compete to see who can go the longest without biting their nails, who bit less nails, and the loser who has shorter nails. Both started to get concerned for the other when their nails were so short there was a thin line of blood. I love the idea of how In sync they are without knowing. They’re both like I’m going to trick him by making it seem like a competition then he’ll have to stop! Nothing feels better to him then beating me what a great plan! It works for the most part. It started backwards at first with them biting even shorter to lose and give the other a win. Then one of them gloats too hard it finally flames the fire of competing. Of course there’s good weeks and bad weeks.

Sooo we all agree Leo is the type to make a big deal out of small cuts he’d ask nay he’d dramatically plead for a pretty blue bandaid from his brother Donnie. “Donnie it’s so dark I think I’m not going to make write my final Will please” when he trips. “Raph I can see the light gram gram what are you doing at the other side of the river” when it’s a scratch. But when it’s a serious injury “Tis but a flesh wound” he’ll take care of it himself pssh no need to worry. Your just being dramatic omg and multiple eye rolls. He still can’t understand how his brothers know is a serious injury or when it’s a bad one. Leo doesn’t realize he uses his brothers colors with bandaids.

Leo at first felt some resentment just the tiniest bit and even when he denied that resentment he still felt it. It was resentment towards Mikey his little brother, the tiniest turtle out of the 4. He loves his brother, he loves all his brothers of course he does���but why does MIKEY get a softer treatment from their one parent, why does Mikey get to be irresponsible because he’s younger. Why does Mikey get all the attention from their dad when here’s there too. Then one day when Mikey starts to really get into art he goes to Leo right away for his opinion on his first pieces. Leo feels that tangle in his feelings unravel. Then it happens again when Mikey starts to cook his first taste tester/judge was Leo and it happens again when he starts something new. Over and over Leo would be the first person to approve and praise his creations. Of course what kind of big brother could Leo call himself if he didn’t still get annoyed of Mikey from time to time. He gets it now tho. That tangle unraveled the moment he saw the enjoyment of watching Mikey grow. He felt pride in being the first one Mikey went to before showing off to the rest of the family. Leo likes to joke how he does have a favorite brother and won’t tell. But no matter how much thought, time, and effort he puts into answering that question it’s always the same answer they all are. Raph is his big brother their overprotective gentle boss man plus he practically carries them of course he’s his favorite. Donnie well Donnie is his twin of course he’s his favorite, and Mikey oh sweet sweet Angelo watching him grow *clutching pearls* becoming so strong with his naive trustworthy heart of course he’s his favorite. So yeah he does have a favorite. . .it’s April.

[dandylovesturtles]

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 WILDCARD LET'S GO

god this ask has been in my inbox so long I'm so sorry alsdjkf;s

(for context the prompt is: Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.)

So I've mentioned before that I used to have a completely different plan for chapter 2 of IMBI and then I basically ended up scrapping and completely changing it, which ended up changing a lot of later stuff about the fic. Originally it was... darker, in a way, because they got as far as preparing to unplug Leo from life support!

Basically, my original plan was that at the end of Donnie and Raph's fight (when Raph said Donnie didn't care if Leo died), when Donnie told Raph to get out, Raph would realize he went out of line and try to deescalate. Donnie isn't having it in that moment, for obvious reasons, but it would lead to Raph thinking over what Donnie said and eventually (after several days) deciding to tell Splinter and Mikey about the situation. Splinter, like he does in the current version, would take that decision off Raph/Donnie's shoulders and decide to give Leo time to see if he'll recover. However, Leo does not (obviously) and, after waiting for him for almost four full weeks, Splinter decides they have to let him go, because he isn't improving and it's becoming difficult to keep the life support running and care for him as much as he needs and so they'll have to let him go. It was then Leo begging Mikey not to let them do this and saying he didn't want to die that ended up breaking through so Mikey could see him.

I changed this mainly because it felt like... way too much lol, like taking the silly turtle show and having a scene where a father has to seriously consider taking his son off life support just felt TOO MUCH and I was like I can't do this als;d;;fs I gotta do something else.

So my first big thing to figure out when I backtracked on this plot was, well, how and when does Mikey see Leo then? And that was when I got the idea that Mikey would become so desperate to save Leo that he would try to go back in time. But why would he do that if they aren't getting all the way to pulling the plug? Well, maybe Raph doesn't deescalate - maybe Raph keeps trying to fight and then emotions are just running way too high, and everyone is trapped in a pressure cooker.

And that's when I just had the image of Mikey having to physically separate them and then we were cookin'.

I really feel like the story I ended up writing is stronger because of this change, because it ended up leading to a bunch of downstream changes that I liked a lot better. I said in my chapter 2 author's notes that sometimes you have to tell yourself no and that was very true then and is still true now!

Thanks for the ask!

[earlysunshines]

What kind of music do you mainly listen to? Do you have any recs I’m bored🤕

hi!!! as of lately ive obv been looping all of newjeans' discography (mainly supernatural, cool w u, and ditto I think) other than that a mix of everything!! but since it's summer I've bene listening to other songs a lot more than others esp like rnb and rap and whatnot

ANYWAYS im a huge music nerd/person so like I'm so serious when it comes to this which is yeah aynways

my favs as of rn!! they're purely based on mood and feeling:

for car rides/relaxed but vivid, lively moments: loyalty by kendrick lamar and riri, love by kendrick lamar, juliette! by ph-1 ft umi, cosign by ph-1, rush by twice, witchy by kaytranada ft childish gambino, do 2 me by kaytranada ft anderson paak, snap my finger by kaytranada ft pinkpantheress, splinter by fig, and july by dean, floor seats by a$ap ferg, jam and butterfly by dpr live, dragonball durag by thundercat, nike shoes by beenzino, underwater by red velvet

for lounging (my late night loops): me against the world by 2pac, beauty and essex by daniel caesar and free nationals, clairos new album, eighteen by dvwn, wake up call by mel blue, not for sale by zion.t, daisy by wte, light by wte, peach eyes by wte, floral sense by yesung, love belt by jonghyun, episode III by charlie burg, callback by charlie burg, nangs by tame impala, tired by lo-fi levi, you by lo-fi levi, dancing by black party, slow down by mac ayres, anything by chet baker really, untitled 08 by kendrick lamar, anything off laufey's everything I know about love album, night drive by sam wills, come back to me by rm, dirty dancer by orion sun, slidin by kai, say you love me by kai, scene-1 by sebastian mikael, under the moon by alex isley

with friends: yah by kendrick lamar, humble by lendrick lamar, v by zion.t, the hillbillies by kendrick lamar and baby keem, I think by tyler the creator, a boy is a gun by tyler the creator, bleach by brockhampton, rental by brockhampton, the weekend by stormzy, summer breeze by piper, zombies by ph-1, ANTHING off ctrl by sza, duckworth by kendrick lamar, shut the f**k up that's mine by dabber, gas station by june, nobody's business by rihanna, a day of weather by june

misc: wasting my time by elujay, magic ways by tatsuro yamashita, telephone number by junko ohashi, city pop by sugars campaign, (unreleased and only on yt) 3am freestyle by dean, tabber, and kim xinya, chi-ka by dean and tabber, satin by destin conrad, in the air by destin conrad

yeah thats a lot but some good ones fs (lots of Kendrick bc he's an artist, a creative mastermind that changed the industry IMO)

[supermassivebutthole]

Another thing we don't talk about in regards to t\er/fs is like,,,, they treat men like shit. Like ofc this transphobia is a pressing and immediate issue but it isn't a non-issue or a non-related issue that any community that allows or encourages terfs also hates and is reviled by even positive representations of masculinity and manhood.

I don't have to couch this statement in a million declarations of feminism for it to be true. Men are not the problem. The corrosive power of hierarchy and toxic masculine power structures are the problem. Men are not disgusting. Men are not unsalvageable. Masculinity is not inherently disturbing or threatening or abusive.

Framing masculinity as an objectively negative thing just validates the kind of dangerous splinter cells of violent men that believe it is their gender-given right to act like entitled monsters.

[xythlia]

That toji oneshot? ate so mf hard there's not even a plate left

pls this made me so happy <333 he's stuck in my brain rn like a splinter I would risk it all for ten minutes in a room w him one of us walking out pregnant fs

[ayoitsiris]

hi guys sorry i litterally died here are some late rottmnt hcs

this is one of the holidays that april and splinter take very seriously for the turtles. it’s by far raphael’s favorite because it’s the one he gets to relax a bit (and he’s got a thing for rom coms fs)

donnie, not really getting it made a robot to analyze them and give them good gifts, mikey finds this out and gets upset, hijinks ensue

mikey forgets to give everyone presents and has been riding on that one family portrait he made like a billion years ago.

leo goes out for pizza every year and tries to find someone to be his valentine. if (let’s face it WHEN) this fails because people thinks he’s obnoxious, he comes home and asks donnie, he’s done this for 4 years.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Behind the Hockey Mask

Saw this scene on tik tok

And just

Raph standing up but immediately pushed behind Casey.

Casey standing between Raph and Splinter like a great wall.

Shielding Raph and holding him with one arm.

And meeting Splinters anger with his own.

Part of him is shaking.

Part of him is afraid.

But Casey won't let that stop him.

He glares at Splinter, taser in his hand that no one saw him grab.

"Stand down"

"Casey Jones you will cease this at once, I am talking to my son."

"Talking my ass, you know exactly what the fuck your doing... Stand down and I won't shove this thing so far up your arse you'll be able to taste it tomorrow."

They are all looking at Casey but he doesn't see it.

He's mapped an escape, his whole body is on high alert and yet his arm around Raph is gentle.

Splinter takes a step forward but Casey is faster.

He's pinned Splinter to the ground with his taser at his throat.

"I warned you"

It's only because Raph is begging... Actually begging him to get off his dad that Casey does so.

Splinter stays sitting down, taking a few calming breathes before saying their conversation will happen later.

He leaves.

Casey doesn't take his eyes off him till he's gone.

Before holding Raph, squeezing his shoulder with a smile that is nothing but kindness.

The change is instant.

It reminds Raph of Leo.

"Case?"

"No one gets to use intimidation tactics like that...and call it a lesson." He says, sitting down beside Mikey who shuffles closer to him.

Casey rubs his head like he would ruffle Angel's hair.

"Anger can be self destructive no shit. Any emotion can be if you let it get too far. Love, you could love someone so much it destroys you from within because you forgo everything you are to keep them happy... And than they leave."

Casey gazes up at Raph "your hot headed but you know when to cool your self down. Your not self destructive Raph, your protective. Your kind, your an arse hole and a brother...You don't got nothing to worry about."

Raph blinks, a small smile making it to his face "thanks man."

Casey nods, looking at the door where Splinter left "man needs to remember he's not just your sensei..."

Maybe Splinter was ill too?

Casey hoped not but if it came to it he'd look after the turtles too... April if he had to.

No one got hurt on his watch.

He would destroy himself before the ones he loved was hurt.

[praeyrp]

Lore Update: Factions;

Our factions are largely player-made and open to anyone, both in joining and creation! Here on FS we adore groups that allow our members to tie their characters to as many other characters as they’d like! 

Below the cut are all our current standing factions; all of them are joinable by anyone and aren’t limited in numbers or opposition! 

Factions;

Black Market

Leader: Justin Warrin

About: A long standing institution the local black market is a splintered transplant from New York, moved and led by Justin Warrin. As with its much larger sister operation in New York the SF black market deals in anything that’s needed and can’t be obtained through legal means. With several headhunters in its ranks the black market can be contacted to obtain anything that’s desired, for a price. Strict in his rule the SF black market is a well oiled machine, dealing smaller scale goods and services through the like-owned bar My Father’s Place the bulk of its wares are housed off site and rotated through a series of warehouses as needed. The daily operations consist of; arms dealing, gambling, drug dealing, underground fighting, rare reagents & grimoires. The market also houses a brothel off-site & tied into the basement of the local strip club, Bottoms Up.

Joining:  joining ooc is loose and open, just contact Sarah! IC you'll need to prove your worth to the man in charge, but he's not all that picky so long as you do your job, you'll keep your head~

Syndicate

Leader: Demetrio Dimas

About: The Syndicate was founded in the early 1900's as a safe way for contract killers to be hired. A middle man so to speak, ensuring that client, and the contract killer never met, allowing safety and security on both sides. Clients are able to visit the various hotels around the globe, owned by Demetrio, to leave your job, and payment method and the Syndicate does the rest. Over the years they have breached out into more than just contract killing, handling organ harvesting and body disposal.

Joining:  The Syndicate reaches out to prospective contract killers, are watched in action before being given the key to the kingdom so to speak.

The Blood Alliance

Leader: Diego Cortez

About: Founded in the early 1980's, the Blood Alliance, or, known by most, the Cortez Cartel, quickly became one of the most feared cartels within Mexico, eventually spilling out into various locations outside of Mexico. As they became one of the biggest hands within international drug trafficking, money laundering and organized crime, shipping more cocaine into the Americas than any other cartel. They, themselves breached out appointing various Cartel Heads in various major cities to ensure that the flow or drugs and everything else they had their hands on, moved smoothly between the cities and Mexico. The Blood Alliance has their hands involved in everything, with information on various key members of the city and around the world, and holds strong ties with the Black Market.

Joining:  A ranked member often brings in lower members to do the dirty work of the cartel.

The People's Temple & The Order

Leader: Matthias Irbson & Morgan  Delvaux

About: The People's Temple has been a long standing fixture of faith within San Francisco, or at least it's congregation has. A popular place of worship for decades the little Catholic church burned down in an accidental fire eight years ago, leaving its Sunset district neighborhood and congregation without a place of worship. Five years later and several failed attempts to fund-raise by an old tired minister and an angel investor would wipe their deficit and then some, clean. A new temple was built a block from the old, re-branded, renamed, and within its walls its people and their faith in a new youthful minister, grew.

The Order consists of everyone who's either conscious of, or blindly willing to follow, the teachings of Morgan and Matthias (known to most as Judas, they don't question its symbolism) and their ministry. The main objective of the ministry is simply to gather willing souls for the end of days, something Matthias has convinced the order and via Morgan also the flock, is coming. The Order is just your run of the mill doomsday cult, masked behind the beautiful façade of a kind and giving temple of worship.

Joining:  the temple is free and open to everyone. The Order however requires you to prove yourself to Morgan firstly, and if that works in your favor, you'll meet Matthias. A few exceptions will be made but you need to have worth and benefit to them in order for them to consider you for their inner circle.

Legion: the hunter order;

Leader: The council (NPC) > Regent Lord (NPC)  

Creed:  Legion is a fraternal order with one collective purpose; the survival of humanity through purification.

About: Where most people believe this means a vast and swift punishment to everyone that falls within the crosshairs of their hatred, the actual goal of the Legion is not to eradicate everything personally, but rather to topple the pillars holding up the foundation and then watch it fall on its own. They’re not here to become the overarching villains, they’re simply here to help protect what they believe is sacred; humanity’s claim to this world. This order is ancient, spanning generations; an order that’s secretive, elaborate, and hidden behind the veil of politics and careful steps. Every esteemed house within their ranks will have a beneficial member in politics; a family must be of benefit to the Legion or they’ll be extracted, period.

Hunters, as they’re known the world over, are not people who wander this world and brashly kill what doesn’t fit within their view, rather they’re tactful and exceedingly careful in every step they take. Their agenda and every step taken is handed down by The Council to the Regent Lord and finally to the Commanders (heads of households) who then command the foot soldier. It’s these soldiers that see things enacted; the actual hunters.

Organization Hierarchy: The Council (NPC) > Regent Lord (NPC) > Commanders > Foot soldiers

Commanders:  the political heads of household; playable but will be monitored. Typically the parents or grandparents of the foot soldiers, they must have a political seat (local or national).

Foot Soldiers:   the majority of the Legion are foot soldiers and are comprised of well trained family members of the Commanders. They’ll always have been born into this life in some part though late bloomers are possible, this is a highly opinionated and bigoted order so this must be taken into account for the late-bloomers.

As with any organization, there are bound to be rebels and pushback, just keep in mind that everything that opposes or threatens is dealt with swiftly, severely and above all, silently. There is no margin for error within the Legion; anything that goes against the order or fails to benefit their cause, is plucked like a weed.

Joining: In order to join Legion you need to be either well trained and catch their eye to warrant an invitation (will be absorbed into a family and made one of their own), or from one of the esteemed houses that make up their higher orders. One can not simply join Legion. Copy cats and self-entitled (false) members do happen, and as with anything that opposes the Legion, are dealt with in due time.

[theclaravoyant]

Top five fitzsimmons fics??

I’m pretty terrible at keeping track of my recs ngl, but here goes.

PS - I’ve also narrowed it down to ones that focus on their relationship, though I also tend to read and write a LOT about one or the other of them as a focus with each other or the team and so forth.

Top 5(ish, it counts right?) by other people

Meet Cute: A Team Engineering Writing Project - Fitz and Simmons are actors playing ‘themselves’ on a TV series where basically, each week they get together in a different scenario. I thought it was very creative, a lot of fun, and an excellent example of how fab fandom can be. What a great collab!!

Splinter by @msdevindanielle - Set during early S2 this weaves together some of FS’s angstiest times with Academy bonding and idk I just really liked how it got at the depth of their friendship and what they had lost, but it’s quite hopeful in the end. I also liked the style, just how it was written. I read this one ages back so sorry if I’m being vague but it comes to mind every time I’m asked for a FitzSimmons rec so it must be good.

and here’s where I devolve into straight-up shameless cheating because I’m more of a “lots of short fics” kind of gal so while many of them SLAY me it’s hard to keep track of them all!! some of my (many!) fave authors for FS are @agentverbivore (if you’re into that ‘completed multichaps’ kinda thing, or multichaps in general), @the-nerdy-stjarna (SO MUCH CONTENT if you want a particular trope or a mood or oneshot or multichap or whatever Sanna has it. probably has 5 of it. honestly I can’t keep up with all the FS goodness she produces but goodness it is!!), and @agentcalliope, who also writes a lot of platonic goodness but that’s a whole OTHER shameless pile of author recs :P which reminds me she’s just published a new one, I should get onto that!

Top 5 by me (if I do say so myself)

Love is Not an Eight Letter Word - set during the S3/4 hiatus, Jemma realises she is aromantic and comes out to Fitz, and their relationship adjusts. This was a really meaningful fic to write and has got some absolutely beautiful feedback, particularly from people who ID as aro and/or headcanon Jemma as such.

What We Make - set after S4, before/ignoring S5, FitzSimmons are spending some time at the Simmons’ family estate to recover from their hard year. It’s hurt/comforty and fluffy and I really enjoyed writing it after what was a particularly brutal season for these two, especially Fitz.

(Let Me Stand) Next To Your Fire - This one has been a challenge in terms of the logistics, and I put a lot of thought into it, but I did that because I love the concept but wanted to make sure it was handled well. Jemma experiences a bizarre magic/science accident that leaves her blind and in these first chapters she comes to terms with the aftermath of the attack and her blindness itself. Moving forward I’ll continue to explore her adjusting to life blind, and also the ramifications of the attack on her health and potential powers (dun dun DUNN)

Spearmint - short, sweet, and underrated this is a fluffy fic again set at the end of S4, but reflecting on the Academy era and their early relationship; a story of FitzSimmons through three spearmint milkshakes. also features a lowkey appearance of trans!Fitz which is a headcanon I love very much

Running Up That Hill - one of my first FS fics, and first AOS fics, but still quite good and I’m quite proud of it. It has a special place in my heart even though it doesn’t get a lot of attention these days. 1x22/S2 Role Reversal.

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ask me my top 5 or top 10 anything

[sterls-world]

I’m With Stupid

Pairings: HoneyBerries (US!Pap x FS!Sans x US!Sans)

Warnings: Drunk Razz, kinda OOC Razz?

Summary: In which a drunk Razz shows just how touch-starved he is, and Stretch almost fucking dies again.

Word Count: 1,088

A/N: @undertale-writing-challenges did a fic on @stretch-suggestions and @blueberry-suggestions, so here I am with one including @razz-s because I fucking love their dynamic (even though Blue only shows up here in the end lmao). Anyway, have this pile of gay garbo.

Razz stared down into his third glass of vodka and sighed, sprawling his top half out onto the bar countertop. The jukebox was playing some sort of slow rock ballad, something that Napstaton had come out with a few years ago that set the mood in the bar as melancholy and stupid, if Razz had been voicing his thoughts about it.

He didn’t have a habit of stopping by Muffets after patrol, but tonight he’d made an exception. He needed a drink… or several.

Bakery during the day and bar at night, Muffet’s was almost completely dead on a weeknight, so Razz wasn’t worried about somebody seeing him there. Not that he really cared anymore anyway.

The shop’s bell jingled, signaling another person’s arrival.

“razz?”

And there he was: one half of the two very reasons he was plastering himself across the countertop in the first place… and who was now sliding into the seat next to him with one of those stupidly concerned looks on his face.

“‘Ey, Stretch… Wasn’ expectin’ t’ see you ‘ere…”

The taller, hoodie-clad skeleton monster placed a hand on Razz’s shoulder.

“are… are you drunk right now? are you ok?”

The smaller violently shrugged the hand off, and Stretch pulled it up to his chest, looking hurt and confused- so stupid!

“‘M fine, ya nanny, jeez… ‘M I not allowed t’ drink ‘r somethin’?”

He knew his words were badly slurred, but he didn’t care. He just wanted Stretch to go away- or better yet, get mad at him for once.

“razz, your brother’s been lookin’ all over for you… he was concerned when you didn’t come home, it’s really late.”

Razz looked up at the clock, squinting.

“Fuck, ‘s that late already? Shit…”

He looked from his drink, to the door, and then back again.

“Jus’ tell ‘im I’ll be home soon…”

“i’m not leaving without you, razz. i’m gonna help you get home, so finish up and we can go.”

Razz grit his teeth and he flung his hands up, sending the drink flying.

“Fuck off! I don’ need your help!”

His shout echoed around the empty bar, accompanied by the sound of glass smashing. Stretch had been caught so off-guard by him that he hadn’t had time to react to the flying drink, and was now dripping with vodka. He took the napkin that had been under Razz’s glass and wiped his face as best he could. He looked at Razz with a sad- stupid!- expression.

“did... did something happen today?”

At this, Razz stood, shoulders up by where his ears would be if he’d had any, and stumble-stomped his way to the door.

“hey, wait!”

He whirled around, ending up almost nasal cavity-to-nasal cavity with Stretch. His magic kicked into gear, and he was suddenly holding a sharpened bone to the taller’s throat. He looked at Razz with wide eyes, as his hands slowly rose in surrender. Razz just thrust the bone forward a little more in response.

“did... i do something wrong?”

Razz growled from deep in his chest.

“Fuckin’ bein’ stupid, ‘s what you did! ‘S what your doin’! Y’ don’t need t’ fuckin’ worry ‘bout me-”

The world pitched slightly, and he stumbled forward, just narrowly missing Stretch’s neck with his weapon. He landed with a grunt on the other’s chest, and long arms closed around him, holding him in place.

“it’s ok, you’re ok-”

With a violent push, Razz threw Stretch to the floor, and summoned another bone spear. He threw it, hard, and it splintered the floorboards by Stretch’s head.

“Stop it! Jus’ fucking stop!”

There it was again! That stupid concern on his face, even after Razz had just almost fucking killed him!

“You’re so fucking backwards, you know that!”

“razz, please, let me-”

“Fuck y-you!”

The hiccup in his voice made him pause. Hot tears were streaming down his cheeks at a steady rate, and his hand shook as it curled around yet another spear.

“Y-you don’t get it… It’s not s’posed to be like this…”

Stretch sat up slowly, not wanting to incite another attack, and rested his arms on his knees.

“like what, razz?”

He flinched at the stupid, gentle tone in that voice, so calm and trusting and-

“Like you ‘n Blue! Like all the shit you’ve been doing! Pulling that stupid face when I almost just fucking killed you! You’re s’posed to run! Run away from me! Fight back! Fucking do something, d-dont just stare at me like th-that…”

He was outwardly sobbing now. If anybody saw him like this…

“Y-you’re gonna g-get me d-dusted, s-stupid!”

“you really think that lowly of me, huh.”

Razz’s eyelights snapped back to Stretch’s face. He began to get up, taking the time to make sure the smaller wasn’t going to lash out at him again, and then hesitantly approached again, this time only reaching out a hand to his shoulder. Tired, and more than a little wobbly now, Razz didn’t try to avoid it.

He loved the contact. His whole body ached for it sometimes, for someone to just scoop him up and hold him close and never let go, but he’d never admitted it out loud. And then there were the Swap brothers, who’d just… asserted themselves one day into his life and hugged him, touched him with a gentleness he’d never known before.

“i’m never going to let anybody hurt you. not while i’m around.”

The soft sound of Stretch’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and the hand left his shoulder to cup his cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear. Everything inside Razz’s head crashed, and he let out a long, loud wail, letting his body fall forward and burying his face into the softness of the taller skeleton’s hoodie.

“shh, it’s ok, i gotcha.”

Being held so tightly, Razz hardly noticed when Stretch teleported the both of them back to the brother’s house.

“Papy! You’re ho- oh… Razz? Are you alri- agh!”

As soon as he’d heard Blue’s voice, he’d blindly started to reach for him, and grabbed whatever he’d caught- which happened to be his bandana. He pulled the tiny skeleton into the embrace and held him tightly, protectively.

The next morning, he found himself sandwiched between the two brothers, with no recollection of how he’d gotten there. They both had their arms wrapped around him, and Blue was smiling in his sleep. Now, Razz may not have remembered much, but he did know one thing: he never wanted to leave this stupid hug.

[glifogr]

Χρειάστηκε να περάσει αρκετός χρόνος αλλά τελικά το Splinter Cell γίνεται σειρά στο Netflix

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[dilkirani]

If you're still taking prompts how about FS+ 34) things you said in your sleep please. Love your writing!

Aww, thank you! Normally this type of prompt would lead to 100% angst coming from me, but instead here’s more fluff than I ever thought possible. Shoutout to my husband for brainstorming with me for this, even though his ideas were terrible. Just truly awful. But it did lead to this haha!

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Jemma wakes freezing, goosebumps dotting her skin. Fitz has rolled away from her at some point in the night, taking the blanket with him. She frowns, grabbing a corner and attempting to pull it back. She’s certainly survived much worse sleep deprivation before, but at fifteen weeks pregnant she’s gotten a bit prickly about having her sleep disrupted. It doesn’t help that in about three hours she’ll be sick, like clockwork.

Fitz has the blanket wrapped all around him somehow and her gentle tugging only causes him to twist further away from her. She groans in frustration.

“C’mon, Rosie,” he mutters. Jemma’s mouth drops open as she gapes at her still-sleeping husband. So first he steals all of the blankets, and now he’s dreaming about another woman? She’s going to kill him, she really is. She just needs to think of an appropriate punishment.

She waits for a moment, holding her breath, but he doesn’t say anything else. Suddenly inspired, she leans over until she’s hovering right over him, whispering into his ear in a way that always makes him shiver when he’s awake. “What about Jemma?” she breathes, placing a kiss to his earlobe. “Won’t she find out?”

He shifts, burying his face in the pillow. “No,” he mumbles. “We’ll keep…secret.”

Jemma snaps from annoyed to devastated in half a second. She bursts into tears before she’s even aware of what’s happening, and she hates herself for it. She’s always kept careful control over her emotions, but the pregnancy hormones flooding her system have brought everything to hover just under the surface, ready to push through at the slightest provocation.

Her wracking sobs startle Fitz awake, and he rubs at his eyes groggily in a way she normally finds adorable but which only serves to splinter her heart even more.

“Je-Jemma?” he asks, face lit up with concern. “Jemma, what happened? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He stumbles over his questions and the blanket, trying desperately to reach her, but she just holds her hands up to stop him.

“We’re fine,” she spits, “not that you would care.”

He looks so hurt that she almost takes it all back. She knows she’s being illogical. She also knows that Fitz would never, ever cheat on her. It’s not like he can control his dreams, and just because she’s never once dreamt of being with anyone besides him doesn’t mean he’s done anything wrong. Maybe he has certain desires that his subconscious brain enjoys exploring. Maybe…maybe he’s feeling different, now that her body is changing. He never looks at her with anything but his usual reverence, but still, it’s a possibility.

She knows all this, but it’s three in the morning and she can’t forget how easily he had told someone else they’d keep whatever happened a secret from her. She and Fitz don’t have secrets, not anymore.

“Please,” Fitz whispers, holding his hands toward her placatingly. “Jemma, what happened? You’re scaring me.”

Jemma grabs a pillow and hugs it to her chest, a poor substitute for her husband. She leans forward and inhales his scent as she shudders through more sobs, and she feels a hand on her back, hesitantly rubbing soothing circles beneath her shoulder blades.

“Did you have a bad dream?” and it’s the sweetly protective way he asks, as if he would fight to banish her nightmares, that breaks her.

“How could you?” she cries. “And who’s Rosie?”

His hand stills suddenly against her back. “Uh…wh-what?”

The fact that he doesn’t immediately admit to anything burns. “I heard you,” she says. “In your sleep, I heard you.”

Fitz doesn’t say anything, and when she’s finally brave enough to look up, he’s staring at her with wide eyes and he’s…blushing?

“Fitz,” she says, warningly, and he chokes on a laugh, running a hand through his hair and causing his already-mussed curls to stick up in every direction.

“Um,” he gestures vaguely in the direction of her stomach. “The baby?”

She blinks once, twice, unconsciously settling a hand against the swell of her belly. “What?”

He sighs. “In my dream. Rosie—Rose—she’s our daughter.”

Jemma frowns. “We don’t know the sex yet.”

Fitz rolls his eyes at her and leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, obviously, I know that. But yeah, I dunno. Just been having dreams sometimes, and she’s always a little girl.” He smiles at her then, softly, any trace of annoyance replaced with a look that still makes her heart stutter, after all this time. “She always has your eyes,” he says.

Jemma wipes at her cheeks, somehow continually overwhelmed with how much she loves him. “I’d rather she or he had your eyes,” she argues and Fitz grins at her, shaking his head.

“Agree to disagree. And it’s definitely a girl.”

“Ugh, Fitz! Dreams aren’t premonitions! And you know, there’s actually a slightly better chance for a male fetus. You know the ratio isn’t technically 1:1—”

“I know, I know,” he cuts her off, “just because I don’t have a Ph.D. in Biology doesn’t mean I haven’t done some research. But I’m right.”

Jemma huffs, folding her own arms across her chest and mirroring his position. “Well…then what secret were you keeping from me?”

“Ah,” he says, squirming a little. “We were getting ice cream.”

She turns then, slapping at his shoulder. “Leopold Fitz, this child isn’t even born yet, and you’re already going behind my back and breaking all my rules!”

“Not all your rules!” he tries, holding his hands up in surrender. “The ice cream rule is just…excessively strict, admit it. Anyway, she was five! I wasn’t feeding our baby ice cream.”

“Five still seems young to be eating that much junk,” she murmurs, but somewhere in the back of her mind she can’t help thinking about how adorable it all sounds, Fitz sneaking off for ice cream with their daughter. Or son.

Fitz slides over until they’re hip-to-hip and raises his eyebrows in a silent question. She nods and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her so close that his heartbeat feels like her own. She’s already tired again, emotionally exhausted and a little dazed. They don’t speak for a few minutes, and when Fitz leans over to kiss the crown of her head, she feels like she might start crying all over again, for an entirely different reason.

“So…Rosie?” she asks, her voice so quiet it barely breaks the silence.

“I just always liked the name Rose. It was my gran’s middle name. And you know Daisy’s already harassing us to name a girl after her. It feels kind of like an homage, but still something her own. But I’m not the one gestating and birthing a real human being so, you know, I think it should be your choice.” He shrugs, and she pulls back to look at him. His eyes are so bright and sincere and she suddenly bursts out laughing.

“What?” he asks, and she feels a bit sorry for the poor man, always dealing with her mood swings admirably.

“It’s my choice, and you’d be perfectly fine with anything, but you’ve been dreaming about our daughter and she’s always had this name.” She smiles at him fondly and then climbs onto his lap, kissing him fervently. “You’re ridiculous,” she says, and he draws her more tightly to him, whimpering against her mouth.

“I love it,” she sighs, when he nips at her neck. “Rose it is.”

He looks up at her, almost shyly, as if there were anything left between them to be shy about. As if she could ever refuse him anything.

“If,” she says, putting a finger to his lips, “if it’s a girl.”

He drags her back, slotting his mouth against hers, but luckily he doesn’t say anything. The time for arguing is well past.

++

“Congratulations!” the doctor says, pointing at the screen. “Looks like a beautiful, healthy baby girl!”

Jemma bites down on her bottom lip, torn between utter delight and slight annoyance at Fitz being right after all. She turns to him, bracing for his “I told you so” but when he looks down at her, tears are already spilling over onto his cheeks and he looks so radiantly happy that nothing else matters to her. She would do anything, she realizes, suffer through any morning sickness and mood swing, be wrong all the time, just to give him these moments of complete joy. After everything they’ve survived, being here at all feels like a miracle.

When the doctor leaves, Jemma pulls Fitz until he sits next to her and wraps her arms around his waist. “So, it’s Rosie after all.” She presses a kiss against his chest, right over his heart, and thinks of all the ways in which they’ve come back to each other.

“Fitz?” she asks, suddenly dizzy with his scent. “Can we perhaps not tell our daughter that I might have overreacted and assumed you were dreaming about a scandalous affair with another woman?”

He laughs, and the vibrations cause her body to tingle pleasantly. “Yeah, it can be our secret. In exchange for some ice cream when we get out of here?”

Jemma sighs. She knows she ought to be worried because soon she will have two people in her life that she won’t be able to say no to. She tilts her head up to brush a kiss against Fitz’s jawline. She could stay in this moment forever.

“Okay,” she agrees. “Let’s get some ice cream.”