#I had fun with this one :)

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If you still want prompts, and Leo and Donnie, 🪟 roleswap lol

🪟 -> Destination defenestration (*evil cackles*)

“Where’s Donnie?!”

“I don’t know!” His fist clenches and the movement burns up his wrapped arm, other hand running over his head. “I got hit by the Kraang and blacked out- we got separated! We have to find him!”

“Wha- you mean go back out there?” Casey demands as he points to the smoke billowing outside the window.

Leo shoots him a dark look. “We don’t have a choice! It’s not like we can stay camped out here anyway!”

“But where would we even-?!”

“DONNIE!”

At April’s cry, the room spins to look at her, missing the moment where shell makes contact with window. They don’t miss the sound of cracking glass or the sight of the body flying straight towards the coffee table. Leo would have been safely out of range, but impulse carried him towards his brother as their family stayed frozen.

Donnie slammed him, shell meeting shell under a spray of glass. Leo hits the coffee table, cracking the legs under the force, sliding back into the couch. He barely notices any pain, scrambling to roll his brother over, heart racing when he spots the deep cracks and the trail of blood leaking down the side of his mouth.

He wipes it away with his wrist wraps, deaf to the muffled conversation behind him. “Donnie. Donnie, little brother, wake up.”

“COME OUT, TURTLES!” Leo hears Tiger Claw. He hears the malice. He hears the pride. “WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”

He feels his little brother flinch. Leo scans his face, cupping it with his hand, “Donnie? You’re okay. It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything happen you. I promise. I promise.”

“Leo.” Raph’s hand is squeezing his wrist. “We gotta go.”

He looks up. Raph’s eyes are hard in fear and worry.

The threat is still out there.

He nods and lets Raph take him.

Footbots swing in from the open window. Leo whirls, makes quick work of them, and then grabs the rope. He looks down, to where Tiger Claw’s weapon is raised, daring him to accept the demand. There’s a smirk on his face. As though this entire situation was a joke. As if the state that his brother lies in is funny.

He ignores Mikey’s shout behind him and jumps.

“He threw him through a window.”

Leo feels the need to explain himself, panting as Mikey pulls him into the vehicle. No one gets a chance to respond as Kraang Prime screeches behind them. The van door slams shut and Casey hits the gas, knocking the leader into his youngest brother.

Neither of them say a word, waiting to readjust to the force, pushing themselves to their knees. The vehicle does a harsh turn and Donnie slides with the motion. Leo lurches toward him, grabbing him before he hits the side of the van. He scrambles to hoist him into a safe hold, gritting his teeth when another turn has his elbow slamming metal.

The laser wound is beyond aggravated. Raph reaches out, saying something, but Leo doesn’t hear it over the blood pumping in his brain and Prime’s screams outside. “I got him. I got him.”

His hand pulls away. Leo stares at his younger brother’s face and then his wounds, trying not to wonder about how he got them. He needs to help him. How does he fix him?

He doesn’t know. Donnie knew that kind of stuff.

Why didn’t Leo learn? He should know. He should know.

Kraang Prime’s cries fade. They’d gotten away. They were running to who knows where, utterly defenseless. No second lair. No idea where Donnie was stashing his Mech. He hadn’t asked to see it.

He never even gave it a chance. Why?

They could have had both. They could’ve-

His muscles tense as the van swerves. Stop. Stop it. Focus.

Donnie’s cold. Donnie’s injured. Donnie…

He learned from books. Books that he has.

Leo’s hand pricks glass as he runs gentle fingers over his arm. They need bandages. Pills. Supplies. His fingers lock over the glass that should not be in his brother’s skin. It’s small, not too deep.

He ignores the bite and pulls it out.

Donnie gasps, lightly, forehead creased. Leo scans his face, testing his heart rate. No change. He’s reacting, but not awake.

He’s not awake. It’s subconscious? He must be scared. Does he know they’re here? Does he know he’s safe?

Leo holds him close, pressing their foreheads together. “It’s Leo. It’s just Leo. I’ve got you.”

The crease flattens. When he pulls away, Donnie lays limply against his collarbone. He’s so pale.

He blinks back sudden moisture. “Donnie?”

His little brother doesn’t move. They need to get home.

“You’re going to be okay.” He swears. “I’ve got you.”

Five minutes later: *abandons him to get supplies* Leo’s lucky his genius brain is not functioning rn /smh And I’m lucky for this ask! I GRINNED when I saw it. Probably my second time using a role swap defenestration on Donnie BUT IT NEVER GETS OLD. Much enjoyment after a long day! Thank you! 💙💜

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Day 4 of Sirentober / Doctober

Space / Axolotl

Opposites meet face to face

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[logiies]

Backtrack 'til we're dancing on the kill switch (what's the point of praying for the wicked?)

Clean version below :)

[autiacorart]

wake up, new bond just dropped

[avastyetwats]

Memorable (and favorite) moments of Captain James Flint cursing.

[yasmindifference]

8 (my birthday is the 8!)

The night is unseasonably warm, barely even cool enough for long sleeves. As such, the suit jacket Jason drapes around Tim's shoulders five minutes into their walk nearly makes him roll his eyes.

He channels his reaction into a girlish giggle instead, then has to swallow a more sincere laugh when he sees how the high-pitched sound nearly cracks Jason's mask.

"You're soooo chivalrous," Tim says, unable to resist pushing that little bit further. His Valley girl impersonation puts a twitch in Jason's eye every time. "Like, swoon."

Jason wraps an arm around Tim's waist--probably solely to disguise the sharp pinch he delivers to Tim's side--and smiles down at him.

"You deserve it, baby," he says, in the same smarmy tone he's been using all night.

It makes Tim want to punch him, a reaction he's sure Jason's eliciting on purpose--after all, he's been doing the same thing with his own Valley girl impersonation.

...It's possible he and Jason aren't taking this mission as seriously as they should be.

Oh well.

In retaliation for the pinch, Tim fakes a stumble over a crack in the sidewalk and drives his elbow into Jason's gut, earning a faint oof he wants to smile over.

Instead, he puts his hands to his face in exaggerated dismay.

"Oh, I'm so clumsy," he says mournfully. "It's so embarrassing..."

Jason brushes his hair (or rather, his wig) out of his face and twists his ear painfully in the process; Tim applies his stiletto heel to the toe of Jason's left shoe.

"You're not clumsy, baby, it's just those shoes," Jason says, voice a little tight--with pain or annoyance? Tim can't tell. "You want me to go get the car?"

"No, no," Tim says, "it's such a nice night--just look at those stars!"

He tips his head back and gazes dreamily at the sky which, being in Gotham, shows not a single star.

"They're so beautiful," he says happily.

"Not as beautiful as you," Jason says, with such smarmy passion that Tim barely remembers to hide the laugh he can't help behind a cough.

"Oh, pookie bear," he says--

--and finally, Jason breaks.

He lets go of Tim's waist to brace his hands against his knees as he cackles, choking out "fucking hell" and "pookie" as he struggles to catch his breath.

Tim just smiles and enjoys the victory.

"Okay," Jason says once he catches his breath, "holy shit, you win. How the fuck did you say that with a straight face?"

"Practice," Tim says dryly. "You play the tough guy too often. You should branch out more, broaden your range. Then you won't be so easy to shake."

Jason gives him a flat look and, straightening to his full height, spreads his arms in a silent invitation to look at him. Admittedly, Jason's height and bulk do make him less than ideal for the kinds of covers Tim prefers.

Tim was bullshitting anyway--Jason might default to tough guy, but he's entirely capable of more versatile covers. And he really wasn't that easy to shake; Tim was kind of expecting to break him when he showed up in a dress, stilettos, and wig without warning. Instead, he lasted all through dinner and a ways into their walk.

"Okay, you lasted a lot longer than I expected," he admits.

Jason smirks. "Admit it, I almost got you at dinner."

It's true that Tim came extremely close to breaking when Jason spoke over and ordered for him at the restaurant. Tim actually didn't get to say a single word to their waitress--not even thank you.

"You almost got a plate dumped in your lap," he corrects. Now that they've given up the covers, he shrugs out of Jason's jacket and hands it back. "I could see Ashley thinking about it every time you cut me off."

"Yeah, that was a close one," Jason agrees. "I doubled my usual tip in thanks for her restraint."

Tim nods in approval. "But yeah, admittedly I was not expecting you to go the--"

"Hello?" Dick's voice breaks in, thick with annoyance and a little too loud over the comms. "Did you guys forget that you have a job to do? This does not sound like an undercover conversation!"

Tim and Jason trade eyerolls.

"Good catch, Dickiebird," Jason says. "We are not in fact undercover."

"Excuse me?"

"Dick," Tim says with extreme patience, "Damian is a trained vigilante. He absolutely does not need us as backup on his first date."

Dick gasps in offense. "We agreed--"

"No, we agreed," Jason corrects.

"Yeah, we agreed your mother-henning was out of control," Tim says. "We tipped off Damian last night so he could change his reservation."

"And got Babs to find something to distract you with so you couldn't come follow him yourself," Jason adds.

Dick splutters.

"Take a deep breath," Tim suggests.

"Chill the fuck out," is Jason's less gentle contribution. "Anyway, we're done for the night. You should call it, too--maybe work on remembering the kid is sixteen and not six."

"Harsh but fair," Tim agrees thoughtfully. "Night, Dick!"

Dick is still spluttering when Tim pulls out his comm.

"How much do I owe you for dinner?" he asks Jason.

Jason shrugs and slings his jacket over one shoulder. "Buy me ice cream, we'll call it even."

"Deal," Tim says.

Because he, unlike Damian, is no longer a teenager, he doesn't ask if going for ice cream constitutes a real date.

He can't stop himself from wondering, though.

Happy early birthday, anon!!! In celebration, this got very long lmao. Prompt #8 was two characters on a nighttime stroll! I hope you enjoyed! ♡♡

[quixotical-lymbo]

Warnings/Tags: Just some tooth-rotting fluff and very brief mention of mortality. Word Count: 600+ words

Wow! You and the monkey king! What a pair of peaches you two are!

Did he make the first move or you? Surprisingly, I think you would have to be the one to make the first move. Obviously, Wukong could have easily done it—we all know how assertive and confident he is, but perhaps he wanted you to do it to see just how serious you are about courting him. 

Sometimes, he'll drop certain hints or try to steer you in the right direction to confess. Things like 'I wouldn't mind if you stayed longer', 'You hungry? I know a great place we can eat at, just the two of us though', or 'We would look really good together wouldn't we? Ehh, maybe not…who knows?' 

After you make that first step and confess, he'll act surprised before asking what took you so long to say anything. Wukong will tease you for weeks on end about how long you took to confess if you don't shut him up

Anyway-

Where do y'all usually do dates? Your home, his home(s), festivals, and rarely do the two of you go outside of China for dates unless Wukong is feeling extra adventurous. Since he's retired, Wukong has a lot of time on his hands when he's not helping MK save the world or training his successor. Other than the locations, I think Wukong would have a lot of things on his 'bucket list' for the two of you to do. 

Gifts? Oh, oh, be prepared to be swamped with gifts ranging from random flowers that remind him of you, bugs, artifacts, and other extravagant things you couldn't possibly fit in your home. It wasn't until you piped up about the bugs did Wukong stop with the creepy crawlies. 

PDA? Of course, but depending on your preference he can be full-on touchy and obnoxiously sweet, or he could be discreet and have a hand on you somewhere. Just expect to be kissed, hugged, or touched in some way every five minutes or so.

If PDA truly bothered you, Wukong would refrain from doing anything–but when the two of you are finally alone he'll stick to your side like glue and it'll take a while for you to peel him off of you. Good luck ^^' 

First kiss? Perhaps after the first few dates you two shared your first kiss together.  

How he acts around them vs others: I think Wukong would act the same, just more handsy and playful compared to others. Bickering about trivial things, pinching you at random times but not enough to hurt, getting in your face to stare at you whenever you aren't putting your full undivided attention on him, and that kind of stuff. 

Of course, there's the omission of information and white lies that you will not tolerate. Wukong could fool others, but you wouldn't stand for dishonesty especially while the two of you were in a committed relationship. 

At first, it was hard getting Wukong to understand this boundary, but not every relationship is perfect–still, trying to break habits that have lasted for who knows how long is VERY difficult. That's why the two of you started off with the little things. Sure, Wukong slips up from time to time, but he genuinely is putting in an effort to not withhold information from you whether it's regarding life-threatening situations or things like how he is feeling. 

Wukong would definitely take every chance to show off to you, especially whenever he was teaching MK. Sparring without his top, taking a few moments to flex in certain angles–he'll even blow you a few kisses from time to time. 

And you'll eat that shit up every.single.time.

Generally, you're going to need to have a lot of patience and be open-minded when dating Sun Wukong. If the relationship could be described with one word then it's a rollercoaster. There's the ups and downs, perhaps a lot of downs (like the fact that he's going to outlive you), but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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commission for @zeldotsbrainrot !!

[cirr0stratus]

certainly no saint

based on this fic by @tinglingfuckingsensation

[templegate]

Obscured

Version with no shadows- and some notes

I kept up with the running motifs I have for truth/lies/ and belief

Truth being blue circles

Lies being pink eyes

And Belief being purple stars.

I incorporated those three a lot into this drawing- for example Kaito has a lot of purple star buttons on his design. But a blue circle button on his right collar (just for funsies honestly) and a pink eye on his right sleeve. Which is the arm he uses to cover up his coughs.

For Kokichi hes got pink eyes on his stupid clown shoes. And one in the middle of his belt. But they're flanked by a purple star and blue circle as buttons. This is to show how he uses both of the others to make lies. Leaning into peoples beliefs and known facts to lie.

However Kaito has a pink eye symbol for his pupils and Kokichi a purple star. It's to show how they've switched roles and become eachother.

Shuichi and Maki are kind of flat in this drawing, and for a bit that wasn't on purpose. But it works a lot for what I think of them. At this point in the story they're still fully within the confines of the characters they're meant to be. They act exactly how the mastermind wants them to- as weapons against anyone who tries to break the killing game (see Maki shooting Kokichi, and Shuichi exposing Kaito). Which is why they're not only flat in how they're posed, but why they have such limited colors.

Maki also has pink highlights because she's a liar and tries to cover the truth. And Shuichi has a bright blue shadow because he is someone who finds and reveals the truth.

Also of course- since they're both weapons of the mastermind- some turquoise curls around them.

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