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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 2 years ago

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Half-Life | Chapter One

Leon was alone.

Pairing: Plaga!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Body Horror, Suicidal Thoughts

Notes: This fic came to me in a fugue state after pulling an all-nighter. I was just really thinking about the potential for Plaga!Leon angst and what it would be like for him to live as one of the monsters he used to put down. I also think it's dismal how little Leon/Chubby!Reader content there is right now, so I made it myself. I'm not sure if I want to leave this as a one-shot or make it a short chapter fic, so let me know what you guys think!

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Leon succumbed to the parasite.

He managed to defeat Saddler and his monstrous puppets, being able to somewhat retain his mental state without a master to control him.

He got Ashley to safety, but he told her he was staying behind, knowing what might happen if the government got its hands on him. He figured it could go a few different ways: they’d either kill him immediately because he would be deemed a threat, they’d experiment on him, or they’d use him as a bioweapon—the thing he’d been fighting against this whole time.

Ashley tried to convince him that she and her father would do what they could to prevent those outcomes after all he’d done to save and protect her, believing (as a young girl would) that he could be fixed and live a normal life.

Leon knew better than that. And so he asked her to tell the world he died when she made it out. Despite her protests and her tears, she did just that.

He then met with the merchant after saying his goodbye to Ashley. The strange man let Leon trade his weapons and equipment—things he’d never need to use again—for basic supplies to ease his transition into living in the wilderness.

Leon had always preferred civilization to the great outdoors. The irony that he'd spend the rest of his life in the middle of nowhere after lamenting this fact was not lost on him.

With a cheerful adieu, the merchant packed up his things and left, never to return.

Leon was alone.

At first, it was almost peaceful.

He lived off hunting the animals in the woods and spearing the fish in the lake with his new scorpion-like tail. He even maintained a friendship with the dog he helped (that helped him in return), aptly naming him “Wolfie” because Leon had never been the creative type.

Even with his animal companion, though, Leon felt… lonely. He had lost everything; his friends thought he was dead, he no longer had a purpose to fulfill beyond survival, and his humanity had been ripped away from him—one of the few things left he ever really held onto while fighting monsters for so long.

He craved human connection more than anything but knew he had to settle for what he had.

And so, when the occasional curious hiker appeared nearby, he did what he could to scare them off. He rarely had to do much to ensure that they wouldn’t come back, using the decomposing bodies of the Ganados and the carcasses of his prey as “decorations” around the entrance of the village.

Of course, there was the occasional brave soul who ventured into his new home. Leon had to take matters into his own hands by either darting between trees and buildings to feed their paranoia or simply showing himself from a distance, standing to his full height and glaring them down.

They always ran screaming after that.

The longer he lived alone, the less human he felt he was, giving in to baser instincts to survive and provide for himself and Wolfie.

But he tried to maintain the human side of him that somehow still persisted, in any way he could.

He’d talk out loud to himself and his furry friend. He holed up in the village chief’s house and took care of it to the best of his ability. He would set traps for rabbits and birds. He even used the old motorboat to go fishing in the lake, though it eventually ran out of fuel, forcing him to rely on the four appendages that sprouted from his spine as makeshift paddles.

He did his best.

The years slipped by and his loneliness only grew.

Wolfie was old now and Leon worried what would happen to the little sanity he had left when his only companion died. He did what he could to keep the wolf-dog comfortable, ruffling his clawed hands through his fur as he’d done a million times. But now gray tinged the animal’s coat, and Leon wondered how he never noticed it before.

What about Leon, then? Was he aging, too?

In a fit of rage, during the early days of his transformation, he had broken all the mirrors in the house, not wanting to look at himself and what he’d become.

So now he traveled to the well outside, staring at his rippling reflection in the dark water.

The skin of his face was still smooth—or what was left of it after his mouth ripped apart to make room for the rows of deadly sharp teeth that burst from his gums.

His once blue eyes were now a vibrant, glowing red, his vision having been improved vastly by becoming the ultimate apex predator. Just another step further from his humanity, he thought.

He kept his hair the way he always liked it, though learning to use the rusty scissors he found while out rummaging in the village had been a challenge with his new needle-like fingers.

His body had been slowly… growing… over the years. Elongating. His arms and legs, once thick and corded with muscle, were thinning into gangling limbs.

God, it was like a second puberty. But infinitely worse.

He barely fit into any of the clothes he’d collected, the articles simultaneously too loose on his form but far too short to cover his lower abdomen and calves. He didn’t bother with shoes anymore, none able to be pulled onto his taloned feet.

It was fine, however, as the ground wasn’t painful to traverse now (even on the roughest of terrain), and he no longer experienced the cold or the heat in a way that could affect him. That was one of the few “improvements” he welcomed over time, after facing the sweltering summers and winters blanketed in snow.

Despite these changes, though, Leon realized while studying his mirror image that there wasn’t a single indication of aging to be seen. Not a gray hair or wrinkle in sight.

Internally, he began to panic.

If he didn’t age, would that mean he’d be stuck living like this forever? That once Wolfie passed, he’d be alone for eternity?

He wished he had just gone with Ashley and hoped whoever greeted them would have gunned him down on the spot. At least then he wouldn’t have had to live this half-life, practically a ghost already haunting these woods.

He wondered if even the cruelty of experimentation or being used as a weapon would be worth no longer facing this suffocating isolation.

He chided his younger self for his optimism that being left behind was the best option.

It was set, then. After he buried his dog, he would finally pluck up the courage to kill himself. It wouldn’t be easy for him. Leon had always been a fighter, never wanting to give up. But he was tired, and there was nothing besides his animal companion that was keeping him tethered to the world. He was listless.

And yet, there was still a part of him that hoped something might change. He of all people—if he even had the right to call himself a person anymore—knew better than to let hope lead him.

It had been a decade of the same, hadn’t it?

The monotony of his days was almost too much to bear. He thought years ago, before he was infected, that he would enjoy a life like this. It was peaceful in a way, wasn’t it? He realized now he missed the chaos.

A far-off noise suddenly jarred him from his thoughts.

Another “improvement” had been his enhanced hearing. He could pick something up nearly a mile away.

He tilted his head to better decipher the sound.

Footsteps.

Well, that wasn’t unusual, given the area. It was full of wildlife, after all.

But then he heard something else, something that made his whole body freeze up.

Something so distinctly human, there was nothing else it could possibly be.

He heard singing.

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Your family and friends had called you ridiculous when you told them you wanted to hunt the supernatural for a living.

Perhaps they were right, but it was a passion of yours to seek out the weird and wild. Maybe that was why you were so compelled by what went bump in the night.

You weren’t sure you truly believed in ghosts and cryptids and the like, but you had an open mind and the ambition to seek out answers. Given the state of the world and the B.O.W.s that terrorized it, you supposed the supernatural might not be far removed from reality, anyway.

You had always been deemed “strange” by others. Had always been on the outside looking in, wondering why being normal never came easy to you.

It didn’t help that your body type—short and plump—made you feel further removed from everyone else. You never thought you were ugly or unattractive, but that didn’t stop others from deciding you were, based solely on something so trivial.

But you weren’t completely alone. Your family loved you, you made good friends, and you even had your fair share of relationships over the years.

You learned that normalcy was bullshit, and so you embraced your strangeness.

And that’s what led you to this abandoned village, hidden deep in the Spanish woodlands.

The locals of a nearby town had told you of the horrors that occurred here. Stories of missing hikers and a cult seeking to take over the world through a parasitic bioweapon; of the daughter of the former United States president being rescued by a young agent who died tragically while saving her life.

You knew all of this already, of course. You had done your research on this place and what had happened to it.

You knew that Ashley Graham made it home safe—traumatized but mostly unharmed. You knew the cult and its monsters had been completely wiped out. You knew the place was practically a ghost town, the forest beginning to reclaim the ruins.

None of that, though interesting, was what brought you to this village, however.

What caught your attention was what came after.

Many were curious about the place when the news broke, but only a rare few dared to visit it. Fewer still ever made it past the gate.

But those who did spoke of a creature who lurked in the shadows. They claimed it was tall—nearly seven feet—and its eyes glowed red. No one had managed to snap a photo of it in their state of panic, but the descriptions were all consistent.

El Escorpion, they called it.

It seemed like a solid lead, and even if you never found this recently discovered cryptid, the tragic and insane history—not to mention the creepiness factor—of the location would be enough material to write a compelling post for your paranormal blog.

Despite your family and friends’ initial concerns about your career of choice, you were doing well for yourself.

You still had to work on the side to pay for your rent and all the expenses that came with your investigations, often cranking out clickbait articles for a quick buck. But your blog had only recently popped off, your posts receiving a ton of new followers after an emotional visit to the ruins of Raccoon City (and likely a dangerous one, considering the radiation).

People liked your methods. They liked that you explained the story behind every location you visited with great detail and respect, but managed to keep it fun while still building up a spooky atmosphere.

If you were honest, the popularity of your blog wasn’t something you really cared about. Although it was nice to see the numbers rise and people engage with your hard work, the content was controversial and you were often belittled for your passion. The only thing you wanted was to get as many followers as it would take to receive sponsorships in hopes of making enough money to take your investigations to new heights.

It definitely wasn’t easy trying to live your dream, but so far it had been rewarding. You hoped this trip would be, too.

You had just exited the vehicle of the friendly (and very, very chatty) local who was kind enough to offer you a ride to your destination. They were a fan of your blog, they told you, and warned you to be careful.

Once they drove off, nothing could have prepared you for the horrifying sight that greeted you when you began your journey.

Bones and rot littered the ground—were even strung up on the surrounding trees like party streamers. Several of the carcasses seemed awfully fresh, and you weren’t sure, but some of the older remains looked… almost human?

No, you had to be imagining it.

But if the visuals didn’t make your stomach turn, the smell definitely did.

Ignoring your watering eyes and the gag reflex threatening to trigger, you pulled the collar of your shirt over your nose and snapped a few promising pictures before moving forward.

It was a bit of a walk, having to travel through an old hunting lodge that had seen better days in order to finally reach the village gate.

You balked at the human skulls that lined the top, a chill lurching up your spine at the realization. Instead of allowing the sinking feeling in your gut to control you, you took some more photos instead, determined to see this through.

You drew in a deep, calming breath and opened the gate, having to use most of your strength to push through the rust that coated its hinges.

You practically vibrated with a mix of excitement and anxiety as you looked at the village before you.

It was terrifying to do this alone, but you had grown used to the solitude during your investigations. You reminded yourself that the most you had dealt with in the past were other people pulling pranks on you and wild animals going about their business.

So, you continued on, not wanting to feed the needling fear that someone or something could have been left behind by the cult.

You spent some time in the village, singing to yourself to help settle your nerves, before leaving out of another gate. You didn’t have a map of the area, no one having been much further than the village in the ten years since its abandonment, so you simply had to explore on your own and hope you didn’t get lost.

You were walking down a wooded path, taking in every detail as you meandered forward, when you heard a rustle in the trees beside you.

Whatever it was, it must have been huge. You prayed it was a deer.

Gathering your courage, you faced the direction of the noise and drifted closer to the edge of the forest, your movements careful and deliberate in hopes of not scaring whatever it was off or goading it to attack you.

It was broad daylight, but you were struggling to see into the shade cast by the densely packed foliage.

“I won’t hurt you,” you whispered gently as another movement from whatever it was jostled the bush in front of you.

It was stupid, but you felt inclined to reach out your hand, hoping it wouldn’t get bitten.

That’s when you saw the pair of glowing eyes staring at you through the leaves, roughly waist-height to you.

You felt some sense of relief at that, believing it to be a woodland animal.

That is, until the eyes started to move up.

You froze in place, hand still outstretched, as a massive creature stood upright before you, their features obscured by shadow.

Your mind screamed at you to run but your legs remained locked in place.

This is it, you thought. I’m going to die.

Well, at least it was a good run.

The creature stepped forward into the light and you were met with possibly the most horrifying beast you had ever seen.

It was over a foot taller than you, its form similar to that of a human, if not for the four long, spidery appendages that unfolded from its back, a scorpion tail whipping behind it.

It had talons on its feet and long claws instead of fingers, the tips of them dangerously sharp, its worn clothes hanging off of it awkwardly.

Your eyes eventually climbed back up to its face, its mouth split nearly to its ears as it bared its fangs at you, glinting wickedly in the midday sun.

Your gaze met those glowing red orbs once more, the creature’s expression akin to a glare.

Something about its face seemed so familiar to you for some reason, the mix of confusion and terror only further cementing you to the ground.

You still didn’t move when it took another step closer, its leg nearly brushing your still outstretched hand.

“You should’ve been running by now.”

You were startled by its voice, the sound deep and masculine. And pleasantly human despite the obvious threat.

You knew you had heard it before.

He leaned forward, his head level with yours as he searched your face, looking clearly befuddled by your refusal to escape.

“You’re practically begging me to eat you, little rabbit. But I prefer a chase.” He sounded serious, but he made no move to touch you.

Your hand finally fell to your side and you swallowed, hard.

“You’re lying.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, barely visible behind a curtain of choppy blond hair, before replying, “Excuse me?”

You took a shaky breath. “You’re lying. You’re not going to eat me. You’re not going to hurt me at all. There hasn’t been a disappearance in the area for ten years and everyone who’s come here since has lived to tell the tale.”

He laughed in surprise, running a claw through his hair. It was so uncanny how human it was. And how familiar. “Maybe I’m just a bad hunter.”

“Well, if those animal remains at the front of the village path are anything to go by, I highly doubt it.”

“Not all of them were animals, you know.”

“The ones that weren’t are too old, though, aren’t they?”

“You’re observant, I’ll give you that.” He folded his long arms over his chest, red eyes looking out across your surroundings, sounding almost sheepish as he added, “You know, this might be the most I’ve talked to someone I should be eating instead.”

He shook his head and chuckled to himself before meeting your gaze.

And then it clicked.

“You’re… You’re Leon Kennedy, aren’t you?” you breathed.

He stiffened at the name. “How do you know who I am? Did someone tell you? Did someone send you here?”

He took another step during his inquisition, your noses nearly touching, his hot breath fanning across your face as you glanced at his sharp, sharp teeth.

“I’ve seen pictures of you. Interviews, too. You were all over the news when you survived Raccoon City. And again when President Graham claimed you died in action.” You paused for a moment in thought before you asked, “Did Ashley Graham know you survived?”

He scoffed, pulling back and stepping around you to add some distance. “I asked her to tell the world I was dead so I could live the rest of my days in peace as this… monster.”

“Ah, and all these curious visitors are like annoying kids in your front lawn?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Something like that. Why are you here, anyway? You seem kinda far from home.”

“Well…” It was your turn to look sheepish as you tried to explain, “I’m a paranormal investigator, and I came here because there were cryptid sightings in the area. Guess you’re the cryptid. Mystery solved.”

He rushed back over to you, grabbing your arm. The movement jostled you and made you flinch, but it didn't hurt. He winced at your reaction, though, and loosened his grip. “Listen, please don’t tell anyone I’m here. I don’t need this place becoming a tourist hotspot. Not yet, anyway.”

“Not yet..? What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, just… Please just promise me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “The problem is that I spent a lot of money on this trip, and if I don’t have something to show for it, my career could flop.”

He sighed deeply, releasing his hold. “Look, I can make it up to you, okay? If you’re strapped for cash, I have a bunch of gemstones, jewelry, and expensive little knick-knacks. Take what you can carry, got it?”

You thought on it for a moment, considering your options. You wanted to respect his privacy, but it was difficult to let something this big go. However, if he was willing to pay for your silence, you supposed you couldn’t complain. Maybe you could even buy better equipment when this was all said and done.

“Okay. Deal.”

He moved to shake your hand in his clawed one but pulled back when he noticed you eyeing it nervously. “Great. We’ll get you your stuff and send you on your way before it gets dark.”

“About that… My ride isn’t coming to get me until tomorrow morning. I was planning to camp out here tonight,” you revealed.

He gave you an incredulous look. “You’re telling me you heard rumors about a monster living in the area and you decide you’re going to spend the night here? No backup plan?”

“What can I say, I like to live on the edge. Besides, I didn’t really believe there was a monster out here, anyway. Egg on my face, I guess.”

He rubbed his eyes with his palms as he let out an exasperated breath. “Right, well I guess you could spend the night, then. There aren’t any B.O.W.s left in the area except me, obviously. But some of the wildlife isn’t exactly friendly. Would be safer for you to stick with me.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his generosity before you offered him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mr. Kennedy. I appreciate it.”

“Please, just… Just call me Leon.”

“Well, thank you, Leon,” you said, proceeding to give him your own name.

His lips peeled up in what could almost be described as a bashful smile before he pointed further down the path. “C’mon, then. I can make us dinner.”

You shocked him by hooking an arm through his, beaming up at him.

“We better get to it, then.”

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We.

Leon hadn’t heard someone say that in a long time.

Maybe things could be different.

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violettduchess · 2 years ago

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Leon, baby animals, 🌷

A/N: Here you go, my favorite world traveler! @bellerose-arcana I hope you like it, whenever you get a chance to read 💜

Leon x Reader

Part of the Spring Showers, Spring Flower CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and myself

Word Count: 792

As much as you love your work at the palace as Royal Librarian, a title bestowed upon you by King Chevalier and seconded by all the other princes, when you get the chance to leave it all behind and go back into town, the place you grew up, the place that will always feel like home, you jump at it.

Today’s excursion is visiting a childhood friend’s new home on the outskirts of town. She and her wife bought a derelict farm, and with a lot of love and hard work, breathed life back into it. It sounded so charming in her letter that you had run straight to Leon's office, excitedly telling him how that you hoped to go as soon as possible. That day has finally arrived and the hour-long trip out to the country at it's end. The carriage rolls to a stop on the narrow dirt road and you eagerly squeeze Leon’s hand.

“We’re here!”

He can’t help but grin at your excitement as you jump down from the carriage without needing a helping hand from him or the driver. Holding the large, white wicker basket full of presents you have prepared for your friend, Leon nods a thank you and slips the driver a small pouch of gold coins so he can return to town and enjoy himself while you two are away. He balances the heavy basket in the crook of his arm, careful because he knows how much trouble you went through to procure everything in there: smoked venison from the royal hunting grounds, various sausages and herbs, several jars of Luke’s pick for the best honey of that year as well as jams and jellies from the royal orchards. You and Yves had spent several days baking all kinds of treats which you carefully wrapped in wax paper and tied with colored twine. You even managed to convince the king to part with one edition of a rare book on Benitoite ship masonry because you knew her wife is a fan.

Now, with the sun shining down in greeting, you hold Leon’s free arm as you walk up the pathway to the large white farmhouse. The scene is as picturesque as they come: a white farmhouse nestled into rolling green fields. A pasture with sturdy, slow-moving cows lazily grazing. In the distance a barn with a red roof, an enclosure with a chicken coop and numerous fluffy white hens and one very self-assured rooster strutting his way around the ladies.

You glance at Leon to see him looking around, admiration in his expression and it warms your heart. He may be a royal but he has never once lost his appreciation of the simpler things, hence your many, clandestine strolls through town together, cloaked and hooded as you simply mingled with the townspeople, enjoying the time away from watchful eyes and palace intrigue.

The front door to the farm house swings open and your friend emerges, her smile as wide and friendly as you remember. She waves, calling your name. Suddenly from behind her, a loud commotion, another woman’s voice yelling something incomprehensible as several small, brown, furry bundles of pure energy escape the confines of the house, charging down the wooden steps and outside to FREEDOM and NEW PEOPLE!!!

And they make a beeline not for you, but for the tall human carrying the basket full of such INTERESTING SMELLS!!!!

Your friend covers her mouth in horror, you cover yours in amusement as the mass of puppies charge him, whimpering and barking, tails wagging manically. Their oversized paws like unwieldy door knockers thump against his legs. Some are bold and bark, some seem to be attempting to scale him like a tower.

“Oh, I am so sorry-“ Your friend’s words are cut off as Leon grins, holding out the SMELLS SO GOOD!!! basket which you take from him, before he sinks down onto the grass, his eyes bright with delight as he reaches out, trying to pet all the puppies at once.

“Aren’t you a handsome little fellow?” He turns as another happily jumps, both paws leaving uneven dusty paw prints on his white shirt. “Hello love, what a sweet girl you are!” One heftier, roly-poly puppy wiggles his way under Leon’s arm, determined to get pets and he laughs. “You’re a proper lad now, look at you!” The onslaught of puppy love continues, their enthusiasm growing like a tidal wave of happy whimpering, jumping bodies shaking with excitement. Leon, unable to maintain balance, topples over, surrendering fully, his arms full of soft, brown fur, his cheeks wet with puppy kisses and sniffs.

With a smile and a sigh you turn, offering your friend the basket.

“Congratulations on your beautiful home. This is from us. Me and--” You glance back at Leon whose laughter is audible over the excited puppy sounds coming from the horde that’s swallowed him.

Your smile is tender, shaped by love. “My husband.”

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ask-a-w · 2 years ago

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The Gift

Author's Note: Before the RE4 Remake comes out, I was inspired to write yet another short Aeon fic! Takes place after the "Life" series.

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Weekends were usually the busiest days of the week in the Kennedy household as their schedules were packed with clients who signed up for their personal training and self-defence classes.

Ever since Leon and Ada’s retirement from their professional life, they kept busy with their home-based business, imparting what they learned on the job to civilians who wanted to protect themselves. It was quite a hit since they catered to both sexes and female clients were more comfortable with Ada around.

This weekend however, the couple blocked any bookings for some much needed downtime. Ada and Leon lounged together on the sofa, watching a show on TV as their cats cuddled up in a furry pile at their feet. They randomly scrolled through channels and landed on a stand-up comedy routine which kept their attention for the past half hour. As the female comedian landed her punch line and dropped her mic, the audience roared with laughter and the screen cut to commercial break.

“That was hilarious, I never expected such a subject would make for good comedy,” Leon said in between chuckles.

His wife nodded, “I know. Her presentation and delivery are quite something.”

There was now an ad on TV promoting fostering of children and Ada’s expression became passive. It did not go unnoticed by her husband who furrowed his brows with concern. “Are you okay, honey?”

It would have been easy to deny what she was feeling and lie but since they got married, Ada knew that her husband meant her no harm and was always concerned about her well-being. “Just remembering my last foster family.”

Leon rubbed his thumb over the back of his wife’s hand. “The Rogers, right?”

Ada nodded, “I was so happy when they made an application to adopt me. But that was short-lived…” She balled the other fist that was not held by Leon. There was still some leftover anger and resentment towards The Academy for ruining her life and for misleading the Rogers into thinking she did not want anything to do with them anymore.

“Since we have retired, do you want to contact them?”

“It’s been decades, handsome. They have assumed that I have immigrated and forgotten about me…”

The blonde’s heart ached for his beloved wife and he gently pulled her into an embrace. Ada murmured her thanks into his chest as the commercial break ended and the comedian returned back on screen.

Even though the conversation was dropped, Leon was still deep in thought…

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“With the holiday season coming around, it seems that a lot of our clients are going out of state to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas. Should we consider having a small discount for returning clients in the new year?” Ada asked as they were reviewing the sales figures in the last quarter.

Leon, who was replying an email on his laptop looked up, “Sorry beautiful, could you repeat that again? I got distracted.”

She gave him a small grin as she repeated her question. Her husband had been busy with emails lately and he mentioned that it was an indecisive client who was unsure about attending their classes. Leon had patiently explained what they would teach and how they would adjust the difficulty based on experience. He was definitely more patient on the customer service front compared to her.

The gears appeared to be turning in his head as he pondered her words. “That is a good idea. I was thinking, should be also provide a referral discount if they introduce a family or a friend? Lots of people try to make exercise as part of their new year’s resolution. It would be a good incentive for them to continue with their healthy lifestyle.”

Ada could only stare at her husband in awe. “I did not know you studied business strategies, handsome. That was such a brilliant suggestion!”

He rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “It was just something I overheard from my ex-colleagues while I was working in the DSO. They occasionally asked each other for referrals for certain gyms and I thought we could implement it too.”

They continued to discuss on when to roll out this referral and the percentage of discount to give. It was late afternoon when one of their cats sauntered into the room, rubbing their legs affectionately before choosing a small cabinet to lounge on.

“I think it’s time to call it a day and get started on making dinner,” Ada closed her laptop and stretched out her arms.

“Before you do that, your birthday is coming up. Is there anything you want?”

She tilted her head and gazed at her husband curiously. “I have everything I need right here. If you are planning an activity, I am content in doing it together.”

Leon nodded and beamed her a small smile. “I’ll think of something interesting.”

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The day of Ada’s birthday arrived and Leon had a spread of food laid out on their dining table. Ada looked at their table with a puzzled expression and counted the utensils that were on the placemats.

“It is sweet of you to throw me a party, handsome. Whom did you invite?”

“Just some family and friends,” was the blonde’s response as he took out some cups from the cabinet. “They should be here any minute.”

The only family she knew were her in-laws and their friends mostly consisted of Ingrid, Helena, and the Redfields.

To Leon’s relief, Ada did not catch on to what he had planned and the people he invited. There was no reason for her to go into spy-mode in their home anyway after they promised to share all their trials and tribulations from their previous jobs. His wife was truly in for a surprise.

The doorbell rang and Leon made sure the cats were safe behind the pet gate before taking his wife’s hand, “Let’s greet our guests together.”

It seemed a little odd for the birthday girl to be doing the work of hostess but Ada did not think much of it.

She turned the door knob and was prepared to greet her in-laws or Leon’s ex-colleagues when she finally caught a glimpse of the people standing on her porch.

“Hello, Ada. It has been a long time,” Simon, her brother from the last foster home greeted her with a smile.

Beside him, his twin sister, Diana was holding a cake box and tearing up slightly. “It’s so nice to see you again, Ada.”

The siblings stepped aside to reveal an elderly couple with canes in their hands. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers gave their foster daughter a once over. “I’m so glad you’re safe after all these years,” Nick said as his wife, Jolene, could only beam with pure joy, “You look so grown up now.”

Ada could not believe her eyes and glanced at her husband, “You planned this?”

Nick nodded, “He sure did. We could not believe it at first but he was determined that you reunite with us. Your husband is such an exemplary man.”

“And I am lucky to have him…” Ada whispered as she felt her heart swell with love and tenderness. She stepped forward and embraced her foster family. They stood together in silence for a minute as Ada felt the warmth radiating from them. The Academy had taken everything away from her and it was a miracle she was able to see them again.

The ex-spy pulled away and wiped her cheek with the palm of her hand. “Please, do come in. It’s a little chilly outside.”

~~~~~

Leon sat in front of his laptop and re-read his draft email for the umpteen time. There was a bit of apprehension that his plan might backfire and the Rogers might think he was a scammer. He took a leap of faith anyway and hit “Send”, hoping for the best. It was not too difficult to find information on the Rogers since they had an online presence. There was no need to call in favors with his ex-colleagues to locate them.

At the end of the day when they were done with their lessons, Leon saw an unread email in his inbox. It took a lot of willpower to stop himself from opening the email immediately. He and Ada had an evening routine together and breaking it would arouse her suspicions.

It was only the next morning when he finally read the response.

Dear Leon,

Thank you for reaching out to us.

To be honest, we thought you were a swindler at first but after viewing your personal training website and seeing Ada’s photo there, our minds are at ease.

We have many questions but we are on board on giving Ada a surprise on her birthday. We can even bake a chocolate cake for her too since that is her favorite flavor. She still loves chocolate, right?

Our children have suggested that we have a video call to discuss the details. Some things are better done ‘face to face’ than through words.

Let us know your availability and we look forward to your reply soon.

Yours sincerely,

Nick & Jolene

The blonde could not believe his eyes. The Rogers were receptive to his idea and were willing to meet! He had planned for so many scenarios in his mind, including failure and rejection. This would definitely be one of the best birthdays his wife would have. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he suggested a time and date for the call.

His enthusiastic typing for the next couple of days did not go unnoticed by Ada and he quickly made up a white lie about a client being unsure about personal training.

Finally, when Ada was out on a spa day for some personal ‘me’ time did Leon conduct the video call.

Staring at the black rectangle on the screen, he felt nervous. Was this what his spouse felt before she met his folks? Even though their previous correspondence was uneventful and the Rogers seemed like pleasant people, he almost felt like he was a teenager again, meeting his partner’s family for the first time before he could take their daughter out on a date.

The call finally connected and four beaming people were waving at him.

“Hello, Leon! It’s so good to see you at last,” an elderly man with grey hair greeted him as his wife leaned towards the camera, “Oh my, you are as good looking as you are in your photographs.”

“No need to embarrass him, mom,” Diana replied as her twin brother, Simon, picked up a piece of paper. “Before we get to party planning, do you mind if we ask some questions?”

The blonde nodded, “Of course. Fire away.”

“We know both of you are doing personal fitness now but we could not find much information about your professional lives before this. It is a completely blank slate. Do both of you not use social media at all?”

“We did a lot of classified work in our previous occupation, so we can’t really broadcast it,” Leon said matter-of-factly. It was a safe answer that did not have to delve too deeply into their involvement with bioterrorism. “We are retired now and still not able to disclose what we did previously.”

The Rogers raised their eyebrows in surprise. Simon then asked another question, “I see… Is that why Ada cut off contact with us?”

“That is her story to tell. But I can assure you that she was reluctant to do so.”

Simon looked at his sister, a little loss for words and Diana gently placed a hand on her brother’s wrist, making him put his list down.

“I’m sure we can ask her that in person, bro. For now, why don’t we concentrate on party planning?”

Jolene piped up, “I am happy to hear chocolate fudge is still Ada’s favourite. How about I make a two-tier cake?”

A smile graced Leon’s lips as he nodded, “That sounds absolutely amazing, Jolene.”

They spent the rest of the video call fine tuning more details such as what time they should arrive and the food to order. Leon even made some small talk with them and learned the elder Rogers were retired while Diana was a dentist and her brother was an architect.

~~~~~

The celebration was going off without a hitch as they slowly consumed the food and emptied their wine glasses. It was extremely refreshing to see his wife interact with her foster family so honestly and openly. Even though his parents have always been welcoming towards her, it always felt that Ada was habitually putting on a mask of cordiality around them. The smile was reaching her eyes too, something that only happened when both of them were alone.

“You twisted your ankle on your wedding night just by standing up?” Ada was guffawing as she listened to Simon regale some stories of what had happened over the years.

“My wife insisted on doing a mindfulness check so I crossed my legs to do so… And when the ten minutes were up, I was eager to get the night started and did not realise my foot fell asleep. Lucky Diana was in the same hotel and she ascertained that it was nothing but a sprain.”

“I thought you had too many glasses of prosecco and fell down when Hannah rushed over to my room requesting my help,” Diana replied as she playfully clapped her twin on the shoulder.

“What about you, Ada? Where did you and Leon get married?” Jolene asked as Ada looked at her husband affectionately. “It was a small and intimate wedding in Vegas. Due to the nature of our previous jobs, it was very hard to line up our schedules over the years… We just took the plunge and pledged our life to each other.”

While the rest of his family swooned over the romantic response, Nick could not help but be a little suspicious. They were certainly evasive about their old profession. “Yes, Leon mentioned your work was confidential. He would not even tell us about it. Were you two government spies or something?”

Leon gripped his wife’s hand tightly under the table. They were almost right… Thankfully, Ada managed to keep her poker face up. “We were agents and frequently got deployed without a moment’s notice. I wish we could tell you more but we signed NDAs.” Her words had some truth to sate their curiosity but also vague enough to keep them safe.

“Your husband also said you were reluctant to leave us too. Would the government be so heartless?” Nick asked before his wife interrupted him, “Honey, it’s Ada’s birthday. We just got reunited and I don’t think she wants an interrogation right now on this happy occasion.”

Ada raised a hand in reassurance, “It’s alright. I know you have many questions about my disappearance. I can’t reveal much but the government did not have a hand in this.” She looked down briefly before taking a breath. “Your lives were threatened and that’s why I stayed away. I was overjoyed when you gave me the adoption papers back then. I wouldn’t have abandoned this family.”

The Rogers sat in stunned silence before Jolene stood up and shuffled over. “Oh Ada… I am so sorry you had to go through that,” she said as she embraced the younger woman. “Just so you know, we did not forget about you at all. We always wondered how you were doing and would say a prayer for you every year on your birthday.”

Ada almost felt tears falling again before Diana raised a glass, “To Ada, the bravest person I have known. I wish you to be happy always and enjoy your many birthdays to come.”

Everyone raised their cups too and words of “Hear, hear!” echoed throughout the Kennedy dining room. The shift in tone was welcomed as Ada let out a small chuckle. “Thank you. Let me help you back to your seat, mommy. Do you mind if I call you that?”

“Not at all, sweetie! It’s also time for dessert too. Simon dear, could you help to take the cake out please?”

It almost felt like she was a child again as they sang her a birthday song and partook in the decadent chocolate cake. Her heart and belly were full and it was the most memorable birthday she has had so far with all her loved ones by her side.

~~~~~

Later in the night after the Rogers went home with promises of keeping in touch, Leon and Ada were getting ready for bed while their cats nestled in their cat beds in the corner of the bedroom.

Glancing at her husband’s back, Ada strode over and wrapped her arms around his torso while resting her cheek against his strong back. “That was quite a surprise,” the raven-haired woman murmured as she nuzzled the fabric of his shirt.

The blonde rested his hand over hers reassuringly, “You deserved it, gorgeous.”

“Thank you, handsome. I didn’t think I would see them again…”

Leon slowly turned around in his wife’s embrace and it was his turn to return the hug. “How are you feeling? I hope you weren’t too shocked by this.”

She tilted her head up and looked into his warm blue eyes, “It... feels surreal. After everything I've been through, having such a blissful and content life seems like a dream. I thought our wedding day was the best day of my life but this is coming in a close second.”

He leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and stood together in silence, slowly swaying on the spot. No words were needed as he let his wife process the moment.

Tipping her toes, Ada pressed her lips against his. “I’m glad we met in Raccoon City all those years ago.”

“Me too.”

Sliding one arm across her back and the other to the back of her knees, Leon carried Ada to bed and pulled the covers over them. They slumbered peacefully with smiles on their faces.

It was gratifying that both of them could enjoy this life together.

#Ada stories #Ada Wong

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Horror Roundup: Terrifier 3, SCREAMBOX in May & More!

Welcome, weirdos to the BrittNic Creations’ Horror Roundup! Today, I’ve brought you some news and updates from the horror realm. The topics could include new clips from an upcoming horror film*, gothic artwork, indie games, and much more! There’s a mixture of horror goodies for everyone in the Horror Roundup. This will always be a random post. I like to think that life and horror aren’t any fun without some absurdity included in them. Now, let’s get to the fun part!

SCREAMBOX May Streaming Lineup

SCREAMBOX has revealed new films are joining the horror streaming service in May, including Life of Belle, México Bárbaro II, and Death 4 Told. Journey south of the border with México Bárbaro II on SCREAMBOX May 10. Michelle Garza Cervera (Huesera: The Bone Woman) and Diego Cohen (Mark of the Devil) are among the anthology's nine filmmakers exploring Mexico's most horrific traditions and legends.

One body, two heads, and 6,000 teeth take a bite out of SCREAMBOX in 2-Headed Shark Attack on May 10. Carmen Electra (Scary Movie), Charlie O'Connell (The Bachelor), and Brooke Hogan (Hogan Knows Best) star in the campy creature feature.

Enjoy four wicked tales of terror in Death 4 Told on SCREAMBOX May 10. The 2004 indie horror anthology features Margot Kidder (Black Christmas), Tom Savini (Dawn of the Dead), Alicia Goranson (Roseanne), Rich Sommer (Mad Men), and Lily Pilblad (Fringe).

Drawing comparisons to Paranormal Activity and Skinamarink, Life of Belle haunts SCREAMBOX on May 17. The found footage film attempts to piece together the mysterious disappearance of a young girl. Other May highlights include: Old Habits Die Hard, starring horror icon Kane Hodder (Friday the 13th franchise); Russian psychological horror The Bride; Harlow’s Haunt, featuring The Texas Chain Saw Massacre's John Dugan; Japanese oddity Occult Bolshevism; and furry slasher Lone Wolf.

'Terrifier 3' Premiere Date Changed

Cineverse, an innovative streaming technology and entertainment company, and Bloody Disgusting, its horror division, have today announced that the Terrifier 3 is now slated for an October 11th premiere this year. This moves the release date up two weeks, giving fans even more time to get into the holiday spirit –and make sure their stomachs are fully settled in time for any year-end family gatherings and dinners.

Courtesy of Cineverse and Bloody Disgusting In Terrifier 3, from filmmakers Damien Leone and Phil Falcone, Art the Clown (David Howard Thornton) is set to unleash another round of chaos on the unsuspecting residents of Miles County as they peacefully drift off to sleep on Christmas Eve. Returning cast includes Lauren LaVera (Sienna), Samantha Scaffidi (Victoria Heyes), Elliot Fullam (Jonathan Shaw) and AEW superstar Chris Jericho (Burke), with Daniel Roebuck set to debut as Santa Claus. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHxJMJOH54w "We're so excited to bring the next Terrifier to theaters this fall just in time for the Halloween season," said franchise producer Phil Falcone. "Terrifier 3 will deliver everything the fans expect and more with Art the Clown taking things to the next level. We can't thank our fans enough for their support and for making us believe we've made something truly special." "I knew the second I saw Terrifier 2 that it would be a generational horror film and was ecstatic when horror fans showed up to experience the movie in theaters making it one of the biggest indie horror successes of all time," added Brad Miska, VP, Bloody Disgusting for Cineverse. "With Terrifier 3, Damien Leone and Phil Falcone have handcrafted a theatrical experience like no other that will shock the hell out of audiences this fall. Art the Clown will slay October once again." https://twitter.com/damienleone/status/1777443451983863865 Written and directed by Leone, Terrifier 3 comes courtesy of Dark Age Cinema Productions. Phil Falcone Produces with Lisa Falcone acting as Executive Producer. Co-producers include Michael Leavy, Jason Leavy, George Steuber, and Steve Della Salla. Brad Miska, Brandon Hill, and Erick Opeka Executive Produce for Cineverse. Matthew Helderman and Luke Taylor also Executive Produce. Following the theatrical run, Cineverse plans to release the film across all platforms, including its SCREAMBOX horror streaming service.

Horror Books & Graphic Novels To Look Out For!

Bram Stoker Award nominee and critically acclaimed Black horror writer Johnny Compton returns with his eagerly anticipated sophomore novel Devils Kill Devils (on-sale Sep. 24, 2024) where monsters walk among us and in their wake lay shredded limbs, vengeful ambitions, and age-old prophecies edging ever-closer to reality. A Southern gothic horror set in the sticky Texas heat, Devils Kill Devils follows one brave woman in her pulse-pounding race against the hordes of hell. Compton’s Devils Kill Devils is infused with the dark corners and breathless urgency of Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Certain Dark Things. Through the steeled, steady courage of Sarita Bardales, this layered and terrifying tale reveals the blurred lines between angels and demons—and the pain of being caught in their crossfire.

Bestselling and #HorrorBookTok-favorite author Nick Cutter, THE QUEEN (on sale October 2) is a creeping, crawling horror that follows a young woman searching for answers around her friend’s disappearance and uncovering secrets beyond her wildest nightmares along the way. When Margaret Carpenter’s best friend, Charity Atwater, goes missing after a party, she believes her to be dead until an iPhone appears at her doorstep pinging with texts and clues from the missing girl. In a twisted scavenger hunt over one feverish day, Margaret follows Charity’s increasingly frantic breadcrumbs through their high school, under the city, and into the orbit of Rudyard Crate—a terrifying tech titan dedicating his billions to depraved gene-mutation experiments.

This fall, Ten Speed Graphic will launch a supernatural mystery series by acclaimed comics creator Tri Vuong: The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn: Volume One (on sale September 10th, 2024). Adapted into a graphic novel from the fan-favorite Webtoon series, The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn is beautifully illustrated and features extended artwork and an expanded storyline. Oscar Zahn is just like any other paranormal investigator—he’s working hard to make the world a better place, one exorcism at a time. So what if he’s just a floating skull wearing a trench coat? He’s still got a heart of gold! The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn: Volume One introduces readers to Oscar and his mysterious assistant Agnes as they embark on a frightening yet heartwarming journey across ethereal realms, rescuing lost souls and solving creepy mysteries. Yet the more mysteries Oscar solves, the clearer it becomes that there's a greater game afoot, one that involves his own forgotten origin story.

'The Boys' Season 4 Trailer

Credit: Amazon MGM Studios The Boys will premiere its fourth season on June 13, 2024, with three episodes, followed by a new episode each week, ending with the epic season finale on Thursday, July 18. The eight-episode season will stream exclusively on Prime Video in more than 240 countries and territories worldwide. In Season Four, the world is on the brink. Victoria Neuman is closer than ever to the Oval Office and under the muscly thumb of Homelander, who is consolidating his power. Butcher, with only months to live, has lost Becca’s son and his job as The Boys’ leader. The rest of the team are fed up with his lies. With the stakes higher than ever, they have to find a way to work together and save the world before it’s too late. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzFXDvC-EwM The Boys stars Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Antony Starr, Erin Moriarty, Jessie T. Usher, Laz Alonso, Chace Crawford, Tomer Capone, Karen Fukuhara, Colby Minifie, Claudia Doumit, and Cameron Crovetti. Season Four will welcome Susan Heyward, Valorie Curry, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Credit: Amazon MGM Studios The Boys is based on The New York Times best-selling comic by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, who also serve as executive producers, and developed by executive producer and showrunner Eric Kripke. Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, James Weaver, Neal H. Moritz, Pavun Shetty, Phil Sgriccia, Michaela Starr, Paul Grellong, David Reed, Meredith Glynn, Judalina Neira, Ken F. Levin, and Jason Netter also serve as executive producers. The Boys is produced by Sony Pictures Television, Amazon MGM Studios with Kripke Enterprises, Original Film, and Point Grey Pictures. Read the full article

#graphicnovels #Horror #horrorbooks #horrorroundup #primevideo #screambox #screamboxtv #streaming #terrifier #terrifier3 #theboys #theboysseason4

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I've in my head a fanfiction that's like a new character in the same setting but like everything in the story plays the same because the character is inconsequential, like no one can even remember her being there. I don't mean like "this rando was standing in the middle of the battlefield" more like "this rando was in the same class of [insert protagonist] but no one remember her because in the main story she was unnamed background student 22". And like how absolutely horrifying her life is because nothing happens to her, nothing personal I mean, she is a non-character so she has no character arc, she has no dialogues with the named characters so she goes on all the years without friends or even aquiatances, she has no epilogue so she just never "moves on" properly. She lives on but it is not life because her song is unsung. And then one day some kids come and ask about the big event tm but it's still not her story y'know? Because since she was never a character she never did anything or was allowed to experience anything but she tells the story anyway in the hopes of finally maybe getting credited in this book the kids are doing as a school assignment, as a kind of last chance to finally Be Someone even if a footnote in someone else story. But then she finds the book and her name isn't there, her retelling is credited under "a former student" and at this point there isn't ven rage or disappointment just resignation but there is a photo of her cat, her familiar, because the kids liked him so much and so there is still a smile as she says "I always knew you were meant for big things, Leone" as she pets the furry thing because his name is over there so at least one of them will be remembered.

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Too Many Kitties!

“I had six cats… Now I have six nearly naked men in my house…” you summarized out loud, rubbing your temples.

The cats you adopted turn out to be magic hybrids and they are so glad to be adopted by such a sweet mistress! You're not sending them away are you?!

Reader x Cat hybrid Bucci gang!

Wish fulfillment, fluff, cat hybrids, poly ships, surprise adoption, reader insert.

You were driving home after a long day at work. Nothing was going right at all. You had received a promotion at work a while ago, which you were initially excited about, but it really just meant you were handed off a complete dumpster fire for a small pay raise and your cat was your only salvation in these dark times.

You were actually thinking of getting a second one to keep Leone company. You’d get one from the pound when you had a little more free time. You weren’t really picky about breeds or things like that, but you wanted something cuddly.

Leone you had found on a rainy day under a dumpster. You had carefully kneeled in the filthy puddle around it and reached out to him. The look in his eyes broke your heart and you ran home with the big, soaking fur ball. He’d not even struggled when you bathed him, although he certainly howled like he was being murdered. It took him a long time to want to be touched after that first night, but now he greeted you when you came home with a rub against your legs, headbutts when you fed him, and he slept on the foot of your bed.

Thinking about it, it was raining just like that day now. Only by now you had a car. You looked into the grim alley you had found Leone in nearly steering off the road when you saw what you thought was a crate full of cats there. You blinked at yourself, thinking that had to be some kind of mistake. Who would leave a crate full of cats in this weather? You needed to check.

That U-turn you made could have landed you in prison if anyone was around, but you drove back up to the alleyway and heard the unmistakable yowling of cats. The bottom of their crate had filled up and the wet, mangy looking little gremlins were pawing at the bars, begging to be let out of the small basin they were sitting in. You slapped a hand over your mouth, shaking your head.

“Oh, no, babies. I’m not letting you out into the street, but I’m not leaving you here,” you said, grabbing the crate and tipping it over until the water was mostly if not completely out. It was hard to tell with the wet, furry sponges inside and the pouring rain that had soaked your hair and clothes as well now. It wasn’t just a drizzle, it was bad. You moved your car closer and hauled the crate the rest of the way and by some miracle got it into the trunk.

You turned the heat up for all of you and drove home, cooing soothingly at the soft meowing in the back.

When you opened the door Leone was there, joining the chorus of meows all around. You were all kinds of tired though, kicking the door shut and opening the big crate. You tore off your wet clothes down to your underwear, because it was freezing and examined the cats more closely for the first time.

They were a mixed bunch. One was white with black spots all over and bright blue eyes, almost snow leopard like, but it was most certainly a kitty. It was the first to tentatively step into your apartment and let out a less offended or scared sounding meow.

There was another white one, this one looking like one of those fancy, purebred, long haired ones, and it had bright red eyes. That one in particular was pressed as far back as possible, hissing even. You couldn’t really blame it. Your transport here had been less than gentle.

Then there was the small back one with little patches of orange. It was small and scrawny, you could tell it would be even when it was dry, but it had the brightest, most adoring purple eyes you had ever seen. It stayed cuddled close to the spotted white one, getting it all wet again trying to shake off.

Then there was a very exotic looking one. It was long and slender, with bronze fur and elegant spots and tiger like stripes. It had cheerful brown eyes and was the first to start looking around, under loud, meowing protest from Leone.

The last one was a small, fluffy one with gold fur and a slightly lighter patch in the shape of a heart on his chest. It’s green eyes studied you inquisitively, before getting out of the cage and bolting deeper into the apartment, getting a loud yowl of protest from Leone, who gave you an accusatory glare.

“Sorry for the surprise, Leone floof… I couldn’t leave them out in the rain, could I? And I do feel bad leaving you home alone all day now, so maybe you can get along? I’ll put up lost cat posters and call in with the local shelter, but I don’t think they were left out by accident…” you explained sadly, scooping the big, silver grump into your arms. He was so warm against your rain chilled skin and he didn’t even protest, just kept staring down at the other cats imperially from his place in your arms.

First order of business was getting the cats and yourself dry and warm. You toweled off the spotted white one, the exotic one, and managed to give the black one a cursory ruffle with a towel before it bolted. The blonde one had hidden under your couch, looking at you quietly with its tail twitching restlessly. You decided to leave it. You also didn’t dare get near the long haired white one.

Next was food and you wanted to be sure they all ate so you split them into different rooms, as much as possible, with a bowl of wet food each. White one in the crate, Leone in the kitchen as usual, gold in the living room, spotted white in your bedroom, exotic in your spare room, and black in the bathroom. In the minute or two they were all eating you quickly changed into something warm and dry and comfy. Dry and comfy being the dumbass giant onesie in your favorite color that you only ever wore around Leone.

You ran around to let the cats out of the rooms and checked to make sure they had eaten. They had. You collapsed on your favourite spot on the couch. You threw your electric blanket over your lap and turned it on and laid out the other over the free space on the couch where Leone liked to nap. As expected, your oldest cat curled up on it, purring happily, and the other cats caught on quickly, flopping down on either Leone’s blanket or you while you browsed your phone and decided tonight was a takeout kind of night.

The long haired white one came trotting over eventually and you slowly held out your hand to it until it dared come close enough to be lifted onto your lap. It was still kinda wet, but you could ignore that for now. The gold one peeked out from under the couch, still damp and sad looking as well, and you tried to reach, but it already hopped onto the couch and laid down on the backrest, watching you with its big, bottomless emeralds for eyes.

“I’ll probably have to name you all something, huh? Hmm…” You mused, holding the hissy baby still in your lap. It needed to dry up a little and you knew you’d never be able to pin him down with a hairdryer, so this was the best place for it. “You can be Pannacotta. Like the desert~” she told him.

The exotic looking one meowed as if to say they wanted to be named next. “Alright, you… Guido? Do you like that?” The cat meowed affirmatively and looked at the gold one.

“How about Giorno?” you asked the blonde kitten. It showed no outward response, but it didn’t seem to object. About what you could expect from a cat.

“You can be Arancia, with those bright orange spots~” you told the black cutie. Right away it seemed to meow something like the name and you laughed. “Narancia? Would you prefer that? Okay, it actually sounds cuter that way. Good call!” you laughed.

Last was the spotted one. You struggled with a name for a bit, thinking of a few and dismissing them. “I really like the name Bruno, but you’re a white kitty,” you eventually said. You’d already gotten kind of fixated on the name for him, assuming he was even a boy. You hadn’t checked. The spotted cat purred and came to cuddle up to you, which had to be the clearest consent you could get from any feline. “Alright, Bruno it is!” you agreed, snuggling with your new cats until the food arrived.

You didn’t feel like staying up late or doing much the rest of the evening. You checked a few missing pet sites and set a reminder in your phone to call the pound during your lunch break tomorrow. You were starting to hope no one was looking for them, because these kitties made you happy beyond belief in just one night, even if you felt a little bad for Leone now. However, strays don’t end up in a giant travel crate together and most of these cats looked like very expensive breeds.

You left the heated blankets on the couch on a low setting and quietly went to bed while the cats slept. Only Leone got up to follow you, as he normally did. You got in bed and he made a soft mewl that drew your attention.

“What’s wrong, Leone?” you asked softly, smiling as he rolled onto his back and exposed his soft little cat belly submissively. He’d never done this before and you giggled and rubbed his belly in slow reassuring strokes. “Don’t worry, baby. Someone’s probably busy looking for them right now. I don’t think I can take care of that many cats anyway. I’m too young to be an old lady with six cats, right? You’ll always be my favorite, Leone. Just don’t tell them, yeah? Kitty promise?” you whispered softly, smiling wider when he purred and cuddled up against your side.

The next morning you tried to feed all your new cats their wet food the same way you had the day before, but Giorno had somehow made it to the top of your bookcase and was not coming down. Panna had taken his spot under the couch and was similarly unmovable, and Narancia and Guido were both hovering by your door, ready to make a break for it.

You had a kibble feeder set up, so you fed Leone so he wouldn’t get grumpy and set out a bowl of special cat milk your first cat didn’t care for. It did catch the attention of your other cats, who were more interested in it and satisfied you hadn’t left out the new kitties food wise you got showered and dressed for work.

“Be good babies! I love you!” you called out, already excited to come home to your sweet cats tonight. You forced yourself not to get too excited. You also forbade yourself from shopping for an extra big litter box and collars and cat beds, because you already knew that the second you got a call about the owner being found you’d be heartbroken.

During your break you called a few of the shelters near you, reporting what had happened. They all recommended you take them to the vet to check for a chip, which you agreed to do. You booked an appointment at the vet and with gritted teeth you begged for the time off from your boss. He was not happy, since you were still in charge of a shitshow from hell and your predecessor had left a mountain of work to be sorted out for you. You were entitled to that time off though, so you got your vet visit, under the condition you worked some overtime again, which you already expected.

It was getting dark by the time you were on your way home and while you were happy there was the slight underlying anxiety your new babies might have demolished your home in your absence. You had no way of knowing if any of them had spraying issues or if they might need a special diet. Leone was a very clean and neat cat, who’s only messes were his litter box and some shed fur that couldn’t be helped.

There was also the chance they might have fought for whatever reason and you quickly forced that thought out of your mind.

You would come home and there would be six lovely kitties meowing hello and wanting food and you’d all cuddle on the couch together and you’d be alright.

You opened your door and were shocked by the smell before anything else. It wasn’t the smell of cat pee or blood, which you were happy about, but it smelled like food. Like pasta with red sauce, to be precise.

Okay… maybe your mom had come over and let herself in and made you dinner? It was unlike her to do that, especially unannounced, but it was the only semi-reasonable explanation you could come up with until a stranger came walking out of your kitchen.

“Mistress, you’re home! Bellissimo! Leone said you’re usually home sooner, so we were getting worried-”

“Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?!” you yelled. You didn’t want to be rude, you really didn’t, but you did not know this man and he was standing in your hallway, wearing nothing except your girly white apron that you rarely ever used. The man was of medium build, tan skin and a black bob cut, with two black cat ears perched almost cutely on the sides. You weren’t sure if the not knowing or the almost naked part disturbed you more.

A few seconds later you would discover it was in fact neither of those things that bothered you most, it was that apron man wasn’t the only under dressed intruder in your house! “You don’t have to yell. You invited us in,” a tall, lean, brown haired male with leopard spotted cat ears said, coming out of your living room wearing a pair of your hipster panties with a leopard print that matched his ears and at this point you were groping behind you for the door handle.

“Vecellio is next door...” you said, thinking these guys were probably friends of your neighbors who let themselves in. Did you not lock the door? Did they find your spare key? Did they not realize they were in the wrong house?

“That’s… nice? But I don’t think that’s got anything to do with us,” apron man said.

“You’re home~!!!” a small, black haired boy yelled, coming down the stairs in a bright orange mini skirt that you had only worn for Halloween once. He looked like he wanted to come up and hug you, but your indignant yelp stopped him.

“Why are you wearing my clothes?!” you demanded, tucking yourself way back into the corner.

“Chill, you didn’t have any guy clothes. Just thought it’d be more polite to put something on than to greet you with our dicks out. We’ll take ‘em off if you want,” leopard print said, already hooking his thumb into the panties he was wearing.

“N-No, keep that on! That is not what I meant!” you said quickly.

“If she’s home, does that mean we can have dinner now?” the black haired boy in the skirt asked.

“Not yet, Narancia. I think our new mistress needs a little more explaining,” the first said, beckoning you further into your apartment. By now two more guys had appeared. One was wearing the bottoms of your strawberry print pajamas and more egregiously, holding your laptop! The other only had a white sheet around his waist like he belonged in a renaissance painting, which quite frankly, would not be wrong.

“You're damn right I need a fucking explanation!” you snapped, already at a point where you were willing to overlook the mistress part of that statement when you realized something that had you ready to escalate this situation from potential battery to potential murder. “Where are my cats?!”

Around the corner at that very moment came your big, silver fur ball and you exhaled a sigh of relief, getting down on one knee to pick him up quickly.

“Hey, Leone,” you said, considerably more calm, only for the sweet but distant tomcat you’d had for over a year to transform before your very eyes into a tall, naked, silver haired man with an impatient scowl, with you still kneeling at eye level with exposed groin as he cocked his hip and crossed his arms.

“Now will you make them leave?!” he asked.

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prvncesswrath · 3 years ago

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[ location: moon mansion. ]

motherhood was a whimsical concept — on one hand it had always tasted the way it had, ghastly, with the side of frequent admonition that she would only churn out to mirror her precursors. that faith had long been knitted to her conscience, longer than when the pair had decided their shape of parenting would only revolve around caring for their furry kittens, and micah had been content with it. hell, more than content, she had been grateful for the certainty from both sides that she would never have to be concerned about propelling the cycle that her parents had curvated. see, the rebellion in her blood wasn’t as impetious as her other siblings; it was enough to splay the unyielding perfection of a love story that she’d had with atticus, flourished from the meek girl to the one with ink splattered across flesh, almost leaving no untouched spots — individual progression would be the seamless way to chalk it as, with arms extending solely for the love of her life which had played a massive part in the growth itself. but further broadening that, becoming a mother, had been a notion long trashed from between her teeth. however, there had been a slight bend which the heiress had never predicted would ever daunt her. the moment her — cold, perhaps, to call him this but for the lack of better word, accidental — child was born into the world there had been a blister in her chest. unlike a wound, moreso an itch between joints. curiosity, larger than it had ever festered before. the thought, for some reason, had daunted her day and perhaps, she shouldn’t bother bringing it up but — she knew atticus could at least be comprehensible and understanding enough for her curiosity. with her hair pulled into a disheveled bun and one of his hoodies, micah basked in the evening sunset, trailing to where her husband was on the veranda of her vast mansion. intimidating as the establishment was, it held a striking view. “my prince, your dinner is almost ready.” she lulled softly, circling around and wrapping her arms around from behind, massaging his chest lovingly. “how are you feeling? well, i hope. i had to visit my sister earlier.” and there it was, the topic dangling behind her fortitude of lips; cautious. “i saw him, leon. it feels just like yesterday, but he seems to have grown so fast.” biting on her bottom tier, she proceeded to pull a chair next to him, thumbing on a pack of cigarettes that they could share. there were lapses in-between her sentences, and it was rather clear that she was ruminating her approach. “he has your eyes—” she pursed her lips, cigarette now pinched. “it’s crazy. mind-blowing even. when was the last time you saw him, mon amour?”

@misanthrxpicgenivs

#atticus #convos: atticus #hope this is ok <3 #q.

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blueberrypossum · 4 years ago

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Wounded Lover

I’M BACK!!!

No one tells you how much college takes up your free time but I’m back with my Mud Dogz content (especially Leonard, my boy). I’ve never posted much on Leonard and Nova’s friendship/relationship so this is how they bounce off each other’s personalities!

⚠️WARNING⚠️: There is usage of inappropriate adult words and sexual comments and insults.

(Shoutout to the lovely @ultra-gingerlotus for making me fall in love with the Snow Leopard from the Shiki x Danny reading! Also @greaser-wolf for drawing them on the motorcycle! Go check them out!!!)

“I’m not getting on that if you’re driving.”

“Then I guess you are just like other girls then, huh?”

Nova eyed the ogre in front of her as he once again offered his hand towards her, the motorcycle under him letting low growls of excitement rumble under their feet.

They had planned to go out to eat and get away from the other members of the Mud Dogz, Leonard explaining that the love flying between the couples was making him sick and he needed a little bit of excitement.

The mountain cat looked across the bike with her sunset eyes. She never knew that the ogre yokai had this stashed away, never once talking about it.

“I’ve never seen you ride this and then all of a sudden you have a bike? It’s kind of hard to believe, Leon.”

The feline walked around the bike as if it was an artifact on display, her fingers trailing over the front of the bike as she looked at her reflection.

“You never asked.”

“You never presented.”

The ogre leaned his arm against the handle of the bike and rested his face in his hand, sending a smug smile up towards the feline.

“I mean, if you’re a scaredy-cat-”

“....Scoot.”

The Mountain cat was hesitant at first as she tried to get herself comfortable behind her friend, he boots trying to find their footing as Leonard revved up the beast under them, causing Nova’s tail to spike up in shock.

“Titans above! I get it, it’s a motorcycle! Let’s just get there,” the cat grumbled, her arms snaking around Leonard’s waist.

The leader of the Mud Dogz let out a gruff chuckle at the feline’s reaction as his fingers worked on the handles, the soft paws around him distracting him for a split second before he brought the machine under him back to life.

“Whoa wait, no helmets?”

“No helmets.”

“Oh great, so that’s where you get it from. Nice to know.”

With that comment, Leonard pulled quickly out from the front of the orphanage and sped down the road, the gravel threading under the tires flying up behind them.

Nova let out a loud meow of alarm and tightened her grip around his leather jacket, the wind whiplashing her hair as she closed her eyes against his back. Usually dangerous things didn’t scare her, but she knew what was coming, she could predict what would happen, but not with this.

The ogre rolled his eyes as she shielded herself behind him and took a light left.

“Do you not trust me?” Leonard screamed at her, his voice carrying with the wind.

“I got on the bike, doesn’t that tell you?!”

“A little!”

Nova let out a gust of air as her curled up hands unclenched from his shirt and she opened one of eyes, the wind fluttering between her eyelashes as she took in the traffic around them.

The bridge they were crossing was pouring with life, with other vehicles passing by and yokai’s walking on the sidelines, the city lights sparkling over the outline of each individual. The feline couldn’t contain her gasp of wonderment as she steadily rose herself up to get a better view over Leonard’s hair.

She let the strong breeze push her hair behind her and her claws dug into the ogre as the bike wobbled a little bit, her face snuggling into his shoulder out a sizzle of panic.

“No wonder you have whiplashed hair!” Nova laughed out as she felt her brown hair tangle within itself behind her, more fits of laughter barreling out of her as the chill of the wind settled in her fur.

Leonard couldn’t help but feel beyond warm due to the feline’s face so close to his, even with the wind chilling him to the bone, he could feel the slightest bit of warmth against his neck and goosebumps traveled over his skin.

Her yellow and green eyes shimmered like a sun’s shadow in a pool, the curl of her smile almost causing the sun to set as she turned to look at him.

She was definitely different from most women he had run into. More brash and overly-confident, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew that there was some dark shit buried within the cracks of the mask she wore. But he didn’t push, he didn’t want to push and make her feel uncomfortable, when she was ready, he would be there.

He revved up the motorcycle and a squeal purred against his back as more frightful laughter came from his friend and for once the leader of the Mud Dogz felt the tension in his body go dull. The howls that parted from her mouth would make anyone laugh with her, even causing him to release a chuckle or two as he turned the corner and into one of the multiple towns of side door restaurants.

He parked the machine into one of the parking areas behind a building and he could still hear the upchucks of giggles come from the tabby, her claws brushing through her hair to undo the knots.

“You take all the girls and boys you meet for a ride?” She asked as she flipped her leg over the side and leaned into the bike.

Leonard could help but stare at the feline as she presented herself on the metal bike, her wine colored jacket edged over the black lining and her thighs jetted out from the tight leggings. Her leveled out hair was loose over her face and her bangs waved over her face as she looked up at him, a raised eyebrow motioned towards him to show that she knew he was eyeing her.

“Only those stupid enough,” he replied as he rose from his spot and awaited for the feline to follow him into the busy market, the fresh scent of meats and fried food wafted from the corners of the stores.

The streets that were decorated with food stands were brightened with lined lanterns and the air was warm due to the passing conversations of the animals and plants and the steam from pots and pans.

Nova felt her stomach grumble as her eyes darted between the different food stands, the engrossed horde of yokai buzzing around them as they tried to pick which stand to eat from. As Nova darted over to a stand on the far side to have a natural smoothie, she turned to see Leonard talking with someone, and by his face she could tell it was not a good someone. She quickly grabbed her drink and felt balmy rage hit the roof of her mouth as she caught who he was talking to.

The feline could feel her extended claws trying to push through her fingertips and she shoved them back as she came up behind the female that was talking to him, a slash of ease crossing the ogre’s dark eyes.

“How’s the cut in your ear, snow leopard?”

The white and grey cat yokai turned with a snarl, the long tear in her ear flicking as Nova recalled the fight, the tabby’s claws sinking into the grey cat’s face and then ripping into her small ear and creating the new scar.

The snarl dwelled in her white throat as she sent Nova a cocky smile as she turned herself to face both members of the Mud Dogz, her back up against one of the pillars holding up a snack bar.

“Oh, you’re here, too? I thought you would be off swimming with the fishes,” the female leopard cooed as she rolled her eyes and turned back to Leonard, her eyelids fluttering her sky blue eyes.

“The names Serena, by the way.” She purred, her fingers working to pull her shirt lower as if she had forgotten him knocking her out and giving her a bloody nose in their last encounter.

“Oh because you’re such a saint,” the ogre huffed back as he leaned away from the furry yokai and Nova’s tail flicked back and forth in irritation, her mind seeping with her feral instincts as she almost stalked over to her.

Sunset eyes and sky eyes met in a battle as Nova stood in front of Leonard, Serena only an inch taller than her and she took it to her advantage as much as she could. The sparehire’s in her head looked down at the tabby’s bruised knees that were light against her dark leggings and the pearly cat let out a chuckle.

“Are your knees always bruised? I’m surprised that so many men would pay for it from you.”

“At least someone wants me on my knees. Is it fun being a guy’s target practice?” Nova shot back, her finger pointing to the dark white spot on the snow leopard's shirt and she scoffed, but pulled her green jacket closer as Nova let out a chuff.

Leonard was a little taken aback by the women’s cruel words, as if it was a normal day to insult one another. Well, for Nova it was at least. But he had never seen her like this before, her form almost covering him as if trying to protect him.

Her tail was lowered but the fur stuck out of its ends and her shoulders were risen from their usually slacked posture. As they continued to slap slander at each other, the green yokai realized that if Serena would move to make herself an inch closer to him, Nova would move as well, her tail swishing side to side and her ears going flat against her brown hair.

The ogre didn’t know much about cat conflicts, but he wasn’t blind and he could scent the traction that vibrated between the two.

Nova was being territorial of him.

And Leonard could feel a feverish desire rise over his body as Nova’s tail curled into his chest.

“So, are you here to seduce yokai for your boss or to fight us?” Nova asked, snapping the ogre out of his thoughts.

Serena shook her short hair with a feral grin, as if she was trying to hide the fact she wanted to rip the cat in front of her in two.

“Relax, pretty kitty. I won’t make a scene with you two with the public around, someone here has to have some class.”

The tabby opened her mouth to report back but a strong hand was placed between her shoulder blades and she turned to Leonard, his face now leaning from her shoulder.

“Look, if you want to bother someone, go to the corner, you’ll find yokai’s there that are right up your alley, good-bye.”

Nova let a few snickers carry over to the snow leopard as the snow leopard’s face lit up like a stoplight, her black and white ears going back against her head as Leonard led Nova away.

“What’s up with you making everyone want to kill you?” The ogre grumbled as he took her over to one of the food stands they had chosen.

“Guess I’m just irresistible,” the cat purred, her once agitated tail now calmly swayed back and forth.

“More like irritable.”

“And you love it.”

His hand was still in the middle of her back when he looked down at her, her head barely passing his shoulders even with her boots on. The curve of her smile, the flicker of tease that pounced between her eyes, how she was jealous of Serena, it was a side of her he hadn’t seen before.

It made his heart go rigged in his ribcage as he moved his arm away from her, the warmth and the yearning disappearing as he went back into his own bubble.

Forget it, idiot, she’s just a friend. Only a friend.

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After eating, both of them went back to where Leonard had parked his bike, the once lonesome piece of metal was now surrounded with other types of mobilization. Nova held her fist over her mouth to subside a burp as she crashed onto the bike’s seat.

“Uhhhhhh, why did I eat that fourth taco?" She groaned out as she bent into Leonard’s back as her stomach felt like it was going to bust past her leggings.

“Because you didn’t want to waste it.”

“Stilllll.”

The ogre started up his motor and took things a little slow as he drove from his parking spot and into the silent night of the Hidden City. The once busy streets were now barely rode on and only a few animals walked on the sidelines. The feline’s claws barely tugged on his jean jacket as the food that settled in her stomach made her almost fall asleep on his back, until the bright lights of a car behind them blurred past her eyelids.

The mountain cat turned around to find a dirty jeep speeding up behind them, the figures driving hidden under hoodies that somehow fought against the thrustful wind.

Nova narrowed her eyes as other jeeps started to follow the leading jeep, more hooded figures filling in the seats, and then past the yellow beams she saw the small tufts of white circular ears.

“Leonard, we got company,” Nova choked out as the ogre turned to look at what she was talking about.

“Shit, who is it this time?”

“Well, you did say that I make everyone want to kill me,” she nervously chuckled, and then gave him a nervous smile as he narrowed his eyes at her.

The first jeep was at the edge of the bike’s bumper now and Nova could see the snow leopard clearly now and the snow cat was sending her own confident smirk as the car hit the edge of the bike.

Leonard’s lips were slipping curse words as he sped up, his bike roaring to life as it gave it all it had and went further down the highway, the group of jeeps racing after them.

“Did she really send a whole army after us?!” He hollered as he took a hard right, cutting a car off as he intersected onto another road.

“She sure does want your number,” Nova joked as her grip on him tightened as the wind pushed against her.

‘Oh I’m so going to have a talk with her later,’ he thought as he opened up a secret compartment on the side of his bike.

“Here, take this.”

Nova couldn’t help but gasp as the gun was placed in the palm of her hand and she darted her eyes from him and to the gun.

“YOU HAD THIS THE WHOLE TIME?!”

“It’s for emergencies!”

“HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO REALIZE THAT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY?!”

“JUST SHOOT!!”

Nova let out a hiss of displeasure as she checked the rounds in it and then once he slowed down for the next turn, she flipped in her seat, her body now facing the rows of vehicles.

She took aim and shot at one of the jeeps on the left, taking out two of its four tires and watched as the ruined rubber rolled over in its spot and then caused the vehicle to crash into the side of the bridge, the large explosion giving a wave of heat over them as the chase continued.

“Alright, one down, four to go,” the tabby whispered to herself as she aimed at the next jeep, her eyes widening as she saw them take aim with their own rifles and guns.

“Len! They got guns as well! Bigger ones too!” She screamed to him as she shot at them to keep them from firing at them. The leader of the Mud Dogz let out a growl of frustration and turned the bike into a narrow alleyway, the closest jeep coming to a screeching halt before reversing and faded away.

The feline on the back of the motorcycle let out a sigh of joy as she leaned her back against Leonard’s, her free hand gripping the seat she sat on as they turned back onto a new street, not a jeep in sight.

And then one crashed right next to them, sending both of the friends screaming in shock as Serena’s jeep closed in on them, her handgun taking aim towards them.

“Alright, leader, got any plans?”

“Not really!”

“Okay, don’t wait up for me then!”

Leonard turned to question her but the feline had shoved the gun back into its box and lifted herself up into a crouch and once the jeep got close enough, she launched herself onto the hood of the jeep.

Serena pointed her gun at the feline but she quickly knocked it over, the driver receiving the bullet into his arm and a loud scream echoed through the night. Nova then lifted herself over the mudded window and slammed her boot into the snow leopard’s face, sending the white cat into the back seat.

Nova then punched the driver in his wounded arm and used the chair and the window panel to hold herself up and used both of her legs to kick him out of his seat, the male yokai rolling out onto the street with a thud.

In the span of five minutes the mountain cat had taken over the car and was then turning the wheel to strike the jeep next to her, causing the vehicle to rock and the yokai’s in it to lose the grip on their weapons.

‘I can’t tell if I should confess that I like her or am terrified of her.’

But the ogre swallowed and pulled the gun out she had put back, taking aim to the leftover jeeps and shot into their tires, redirecting the muddy piece of metal over the ledge of the new bridge they were on, the thunderous splash of water the only thing left of them.

They both turned and surprise watched as the last jeep turned off onto a different road as if giving up on the hunt.

Nova sped up until she was right next to Leonard, a smug smirk crossed her face as they turned a corner, the next bridge they would take would have them home free.

“You act like you’ve done this before!” Leonard laughed at her and she shrugged her shoulders with a confident flip of her hair.

“Mess with the kitten, you get the claws!” She joked as she tilted her head to laugh at her own joke and then white paws like snow were over her chest to hold her place.

“Now! Come now!” Serena screamed into a radio she held in her hand.

Both Leonard and Nova turned to see the last jeep come from its hiding place, like a predator staying in plain sight for its prey.

“Leonard!”

Nova elbowed the snow leopard in the face and sped up the jeep, the hunk of metal taking the hit as the ogre’s motorcycle got out of the way.

Nova held onto the wheel as the jeep t-boned in the passenger seat, rocking the car onto its side and then into a roll onto the bridge until it rammed up against the stone railing, the girl’s heads inches away from making contact with the rocks. Serena was pushed into the ground while Nova’s seatbelt held her in place, cuts now sliced into her skin and she had bitten her lip hard enough to cause it to bleed.

She could faintly hear her name being called out but it almost seemed like everything was fuzzy, her vision, her hearing, even the blood that was trickling down her throat was fizzy like pop.

The leader of the Mud Dogz had left his motorcycle on the side of the bridge and was racing over to the wreckage, but had to take cover behind a pillar as the last standing jeep started to fire at him.

The tabby released a groan and spat up a few drops of blood as she felt the spark of flame flicker next to her, instantly waking her to her full senses.

‘Come on, can’t I catch a break?!’

She lifted her hands up, her digits and elbows ached with pain but they weren’t broken as she undid her seatbelt, her arms barely supporting her as her shoulder slammed into the concrete. The snow leopard was motionless next to her and a big gash was bleeding from the back of her head.

The mountain cat grunted as she pushed past the wheel and watched as the fire started to creep around her like a nightmare come to life. Her now stained paw pushed the small roped door of the jeep and crawled her way out, the broken up cement tearing into her elbows and forearms as she made distance between her and the fire.

Leonard had taken out two of the yokai’s, the last of them ever so slightly getting closer with their larger rifles with more ammunition than his small handgun. He turned back to the rubble of metal scraps and raised his eyebrows in horror as the red hands of death started to consume the fire as its own, a barely breathing creature laid in a pile next to it.

Leonard felt strength and courage rise in him as he turned back to his two main targets, giving it all he had so they wouldn’t see her trying to get away from the burning debris.

Nova wheezed in the fresh air into her bruised lungs as she tried to get onto her hands and feet, but a pair of hands engulfed her hair into a bundle and had her rise to her feet.

“Hey, hey! Only my dominatrix can do this!”

“Ugh! Do you ever shut up?!”

Serena dragged the feline out into the edge of the bridge and threw her down, a few strings of hair pulled from Nova’s hair and hung off of the leopard’s nails. The leopard's face was painted with blood from her wound, the only white that shined against it was her fangs that gleamed in the city lights. She bent down and dug her hand into Nova’s skull and pushed her face into the ground, the red liquid dripping onto the side of Nova’s face.

“Y’know, your type always acts like they’re so strong and confident with themselves,” she snarled into her ear, her knee digging into the tabby’s scarred back to keep her in place.

“But we all see that you’re just sad and scared. That when moments like this come all you can do is joke and hope that your charm can save the day.”

“I didn’t know that villains actually monologue like this! What’s next? You’re going to tell me how mommy didn’t love you and daddy left once he knocked her up?!

Serena let out a fake roar and slammed Nova’s head into the cement, the feline letting out a wail, causing the other fight to look over.

In Leonard’s fight the guns had been dropped and there was nothing left but fists and kicks, his knuckles busted and split open, unfortunately the bad guys had gotten a few hits in his face and over his chest.

The snow leopard lifted Nova’s head up towards the ogre with a sinister smile as her nails dug into her scalp.

“Take a long look, ogre, because this pretty face will be at the bottom of this bridge before I’m done with it!”

Nova let out a cargled laugh as she looked up at the snow leopard and then back at Leonard.

“Hey Len, she’s got an extra stain on her shirt. Which goon do you think it was?”

“Really Nova?! Joking now?!”

“Well, it distracted her.”

The mountain cat had wrapped her claws around Serena’s ankle and used it to flip herself over and with her feet now placed into the snow leopard’s stomach she lifted her over her and straight into the gushing river below, the feline letting out angrish cries as she was swallowed by the dark liquid.

Nova rose to her feet and looked at her friend and then to the last standing bad guy, her large eyebrows raised in annoyance.

“Can you, uhh, finish your fight so we can leave?”

The ogre raised his fist and made contact with the yokai’s face, knocking her straight out as he came over to where Nova was limping, his arms barely coming up in time to catch her as she leaned into him.

“Did you know that snow leopards aren’t the best swimmers, so she’ll be at the bottom of the bridge instead of me,” The feline joked into his chest, the dots of blood that were spilled on her face smearing into his dusty shirt.

Leonard pushed her away with his hands on her shoulders and he brushed a few loose strands out of her face and Nova believed that the heat of the crash was making her sizzle like a fryer.

Why was he staring at her like that? The worry that burned in his face was unmistakable as the feline felt like she might pass out due to his comforting touch.

“Are you okay?”

Nova’s tail curled against her back as she couldn’t help but lean into his hand, his calloused and strong hand that seemed to hold her effortlessly. Blame it on all the adrenaline or the loss of blood, but she let him hold her as she finally let the throbbing pulse of her wounds settle.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. You?”

“One kicked me between the legs and I’m screaming on the inside.”

“Don’t worry, your future children will be fine. Somewhat if they turn out like you.”

The mountain cat hissed as weight was placed on her right leg, a long gash on her calf making her come to a halt.

The ogre turned to her and let her go from his hold, only to bend down and wrap his arms around her thighs and throw her onto his back,a smile breaking against his lips as she let out a small mew of surprise as she gripped his shoulders for support.

“You know the bike is only a few feet away, right?”

“You know you’re still irresistible.”

“What?”

“Irritable. I said irritable.”

#rottmnt mud dogz #rottmnt oc #rottmnt loathsome leonard #rottmnt loathsome leonard x reader #rottmnt

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changingthelights · 4 years ago

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A Familiar

Waylon stared skeptically into the dusty walk-in closet tucked into the back room of Leon's shop. Books, tomes, bottles, and random cleaning supplies dangled haphazardly off of various shelves, and what Waylon thought was a desk and matching chair were buried beneath a piled of... towels? Clothes? Waylon couldn't tell, and it made him a little nervous. There was something to the right of the desk that looked like it might be a broom, but it in front of it were stacked unused shelves for the bookcase beside it, and on top of those- a stack of actual books. Why the shelf hadn't been put together to hold them- Waylon wasn't about to ask.

“Leon hasn't touched this room in years,” Rudi said from behind him, and Waylon turned to glare at the immaculately dressed familiar. Compared to Rudi's playful smirk, Waylon was clearly not amused. Rudi always looked out of place in Leon's homey little shop, dressed in a tailored three-piece suit with his long hair perfectly quaffed and tucked neatly behind his ears. Despite his time here, Waylon still hadn't grown used to the contrast in his appearance compared to his humble, earthy surroundings, and Rudi spending most of his time with Waylon did not help with that.

“It's a room?” Waylon asked, and he glanced back through the doorway, his skepticism increasing.

“Yes,” Rudi huffed, and his brow twitched in a way that signaled to the witch he'd said something to annoy the taller man. Unfortunately for Rudi, Waylon had made it a secret pass-time of his to irritate the fruit bat as often as possible, and he was always extra pleased with himself when he managed to do so without trying.

“Well, it looks like a closet.”

“Alright then,” Rudi let out a long-suffering sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “then should I tell Leon you don't want it as a personal workspace? That's why he's having you clean it out.”

That caused the crease in Waylon's brow to disappear, and excitement lit up his honey brown eyes. Having a workplace of his own in the shop meant he'd have full access to all the books and supplies here at his disposal, which Leon had already granted him, but to have a workspace within arms reach of said items would be more convenient. Plus, it meant more complicated spells could be worked on with Leon nearby, and there were certain things he was instructed to wait for assistance with before practicing. Now he had a space in which to practice those specific spells, and the elated swell of excitement in his chest caused him to look at the closet in a completely different way.

“No- no! Sorry, I definitely want the space...”

It was cute, in Rudi's opinion (which he would rather die than admit to), how easily excited Waylon became with even the simplest magick. There was a passion to learn in the witch that he admired.

He knew his suggestion to give this little space to Waylon was the right one. (Also, something he would rather die than admit). In time, Waylon would be able to expand the little room on his own using magick, but this was a perfect place to start. Leon had agreed.

Rudi tilted his head as he watched the young witch enter the room and start to poke around.

“What does he want me to do with what's in here?”

“Toss it, unless you want to keep it yourself. There shouldn't be anything of real importance in there, from what Leon was saying. Just- don't open any unlabeled bottles. If there are any in there, we should have Leon look at them. Also, anything that looks odd- don't touch- and if it looks out of place just- you're smart, Waylon. If you're unsure, just ask.” Rudi shrugged, and with a soft rustle of leather and the blink of an eye, Rudi disappeared. He reappeared in his fruit bat form, hanging upside down from the rafter above the desk leading into the shop.

Taking that as a signal, Waylon set to work.

Waylon wasn't the type to waste anything if he could help it, so first, he tackled the shelves. Once those were cleaned and clear, and the pile of shelves beside the desk returned to the pegs, he could use them. That made room for any of the other miscellaneous items he knew he'd decide to keep, including the pile of cloths that, when cleaned, would have a place to rest. Books were moved to shelves to be read and sorted later, bottles were separated into piles of filled and empty, labeled and not, and the cloth was separated into different bins depending on the type and it's potential use.

It wasn't long after the top of the desk was clear that Waylon noticed the sheen of sweat formed on his brow. He reached up to wipe it away with the back of his wrist, but based on the texture of his wrist across his forehead, that was a mistake. He was pretty sure he just smeared dust across his forehead, and that was when Waylon noticed the dust particles floating through the air.

“Time for a break I guess,” he hummed to himself, to let some of it settle. If he tried to continue now he'd he kick more up, and Waylon was surprised that he hadn't started coughing or sneezing already.

Waylon sank into the seat of the newly cleared chair with a satisfied sigh. As he did, his foot knocked against the inside of the desk, and with a soft 'click' a tiny seam appeared in the wood next to his shoe.

At first Waylon didn't move, as he wasn't sure of what he was seeing, but after a moment his curiosity won him over, and he leaned down to run his fingers along the seam. With a little pull, a small door swung open, revealing a secret compartment. Rudi's words echoed through his mind, warning him about anything weird, and Waylon quietly debated with himself. This wasn't really... “weird”- by itself. Secret compartments were a pretty non-magical thing, and it wasn't an unlabeled bottle, so...

Waylon glanced at the door and listened for any sound from Rudi, or the shop. When there was none, he dropped on all fours so he could peer inside. It was dark inside, but Waylon could make out something small and flat. He reached inside, and after gently tracing one of the edges, he recognized what it was.

“Huh...”

The witch leaned back so he could sit cross-legged on the floor, and out of the compartment he pulled a maroon, pocked-sized, leather-bound book. Waylon turned it over to inspect the spine, and when he saw no title a crease formed between his eyebrows. What kind of a book had no title, or no inscription of any kind on the outside? Journals perhaps, but why would Leon keep a journal tucked away inside an abandoned desk? It must not be that important if he forgot about-

It was then Waylon noticed a shape pressed into the bottom right corner of the cover, and he squinted at the small shape. A weasel? A ferret? An oddly shaped rat? Waylon wasn't positive, but before he could think about his actions, or heed the warning Rudi had given him barely an hour and a half before, Waylon opened the little book.

“Ah!” Waylon shouted and slammed his eyes shut as a blinding white light flashed outwards from the book. The sound of rushing wind filled his ears, and a gust swept up around him, knocking the books, bottles, and shelves- all of his hard work- onto the floor. Waylon covered his head with his arms to shield himself from the falling debris, and in his surprise, the book slipped from his hand. As soon as it hit the floor between his feet the light faded, and the wind stopped, leaving the young witch surrounded by silence that felt almost painful.

Hello Master!

A tiny voice echoed through Waylon's mind, surprising him, and his eyes snapped open. Between his feet, where the book had fallen, perched a tiny white ferret with his little paws spread over the open, blank, pages.

You are the one who freed me from the book, yes?

The voice again, as Waylon stared, mouth agape, at the tiny little creature. It tilted it's head, and it's little white ears twitched towards Waylon.

Hello? Do you talk?

The ferret bumped its head against Waylons ankle, as if trying to get his attention. It was timed weirdly well with the voice...

I've been waiting for so long for someone to free me! That cranky 'ole bat couldn't take a joke- and I-

The ferret started to approach Waylon, head tilting in time with each inflection of the voice in his head-

“YOU.”

Rudi's voice, filled with a furry that made Waylon cringe, interrupted their little interaction.

The ferret let out a terrified squeak, and before Waylon could stop it, the furry creature had scrambled up his thigh and under the hem of his shirt.

“H-hey- hey!” Waylon balked as little claws scratched at his skin, but the animal was surprisingly slippery in Waylon's attempts to catch it. Once it reached Waylon's chest, it's furry little head poked up through the neck of Waylon's shirt, and it glared tiny daggers at the man fuming in the doorway.

Please Master- please don't let him get me! Rudi just can't take a joke and didn't like competition! I didn't do anything wrong-

“You lie, you little beast!” Rudi hissed, apparently he could hear that little voice too, “Leon was kind enough to take you in until you could find your own witch, and then you tried to take him away from me! Not that you had a chance- but then you fucking cursed my hair purple! It took Leon weeks to figure out how to get it out-”

Well I could'a removed it if you hadn't locked me in a book!

The ferret hissed in return, barring it's little teeth up at Rudi. That earned a glare from the fruit bat familiar, and he took an aggressive lunge towards Waylon and the ferret that made the smaller creature squeak and disappear under Waylon's shirt.

“Hey- HEY!” Waylon shouted, drawing attention to himself between the two fighting creatures. “Do ou think you two could set aside whatever beef you had so you explain to me what's going on? Like, who are you- and why do you keep calling me 'Master'?” Waylon pointed to the ferret, whose ears perked up as he was addressed, and he moved to scramble up out of Waylon's shirt through the neck.

Rudi's fury faltered at Waylon's question, and he narrowed his eyes as the little ferret crawled back down Waylons chest so he could perch on the top of Waylon's bent knee.

Waylon seemed a little apprehensive, he was still reeling from the shock of opening the book, but that didn't stop him from helping the ferret when there was a moment he seemed like he might slip. Once he was settled Waylon's hands folded across his lap, and he leveled an expectant stare at the little creature.

I'm sorry!

The ferret's head tilted and dipped in an apologetic nod.

My name is Valens! I'm a familiar- and that mean 'ole Rudi over there-

Valens' tail flicked in Rudi's direction, making the other familiar twitch.

-locked me in a book cause I played a little prank on him. I was staying here with Leon, and before that, I'd been searching for a witch to make a contract with for some time!

Tiny, little red eyes sparkled at Waylon, and the young witch suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope. He was a witch, and he didn't have a familiar, but- he wasn't a witch of any talent! This- Valens- couldn't be serious.

Silence rolled between the three, and the longer it stretched, the more pressured Waylon felt to respond. He looked over at Rudi expectantly, hoping for some sort of add-on to the conversation. Surely, Rudi had more to explain, or a denial of the Valens accusations, but it seemed both familiars had forgotten about their feud. Both had their eyes trained on him, looking expectantly in return.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Waylon asked as his cheeks warmed. There was no way a familiar would consider him for their witch. He didn't consider himself a witch of any note, and from what he'd read, both familiar and witch benefit from a contract. Why would any familiar want to lend themselves to his lackluster abilities? He'd only just learned how to make that ball of light with ease- and that was a fairly simple spell from what he could tell. “You can't- you can't be asking to make a contract with me, right?”

Valens' pure white head tilted to the side, and Waylon was sure he could see the familiar smiling. Did ferrets have the type of muscles needed to smile?

I don't see any other witch in here. Do you?

Waylon stared, and Valens stared back as his fluffy tail swished idly over Waylon's shin.

“This is uh... a little much. Don't you like- shouldn't we like, think about it? Get to know each other?” Waylon asked, which earned a curious tilt of Valens head.

Nope! I know you're the witch for me! I just feel it in my bones. Plus, if you're Leon's apprentice, you must have some skill. So, it's a win for me either way, really. As much as I was interested in a man with Leon's abilities, contracting with a younger witch has its own benefits that we both can enjoy! I like fostering the abilities of witches, and in the long run it helps my abilities grow as well.

Waylon stared for a few more seconds before he looked to Rudi.

“Is that normal? To just- want a contract out of no where?”

“For him, yes,” Rudi chuckled, although the look in his eyes indicated that fact annoyed him. “All of us are a little different. Some of us, like him- apparently- forge contracts based on instinct. Sometimes, you simply click with a witch. Leon and I clicked when we first met. It felt natural to contract with him. Valens is an impulsive little rat, but the desire to contract like this with you is not out of the ordinary.”

“If that's true, then why were you searching so long for a witch? It seems unlikely to me that you would just.... pick me.”

Valen eased backwards off of Waylon's knee, using his little claws to scoot himself down Waylon's pant leg and onto the ground. He took a seat between Waylon's feet, and his curious expression returned.

Why wouldn't I want to pick you? Plus, it's not like I follow every impulse I have. I just follow the ones my gut says are the right ones, and you, Waylon, feel like a right one!

“I didn't tell you my name.”

I can hear it silly! In your head. Now come on, it's not every day you can make a contract with a familiar!

Waylon glanced warily up at Rudi, who shrugged.

“It's up to you, little witch. He's not a bad guy, for as much as I wish to wring his neck. He's just a prankster. He's not even that strong, so he's fairly harmless. He could be a benefit to you, and that's all I will say. If you don't want to be bound together, there are rituals that can be performed to remove him.”

Valens' ears flattened against his head as he turned to narrow his eyes at Rudi, and they perked up when he turned back to Waylon. When he turned back, Waylon was /sure/ he was smiling, and he realized Valens' adorableness was... dangerous. Those little red eyes were very hard to resist.

“Alright...” Waylon answered after a pause, and he eyed the little animal thoughtfully. “I wouldn't mind some help in my practice, so I'm down for a trial run as long as you promise to behave yourself when we return to where I spend most of my time.

I live with my boyfriend in his aunt's home. They're both vampires, and I'm fairly sure neither of them have the type of personality that would appreciate any sort of shenanigans or pranks. Anything like that could get me kicked out, both of us killed, or... I don't know. Something horrible. My boyfriend's aunt... she doesn't like me already, so I'm serious when I say you can do nothing that would put you on her bad side. Alright?”

Waylon gave Valens a hard stare.

“I'll have to clear it first with my boyfriend, to make sure you can stay there when I'm there, regardless. But, if not, I have a motor home you can stay in on a separate property. Can you agree to behave appropriately when in spaces that don't belong to me?”

Valens nodded eagerly. The adorable twitch of his round little ears made it hard for Waylon to hold his stare.

Yes! I can behave! I only played pranks because they amused Leon! I can be good, I promise.

Waylon wondered quietly why he was agreeing to this all so quickly. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline from their encounter, coupled with the excitement of getting his own workspace? The curiosity that came with having a familiar of his own? The excitement that he could further his abilities with a little extra boost? The same desire to know the unknown, the same desire that had driven him to reach into a hidden compartment, immediately after Rudi warned him to be cautious?

Waylon could hear a voice in his head reminding him of his low impulse control, it was part of why he had spent so much time traveling, but in most cases it had rarely steered him wrong. Obviously, practicing magic wasn't nearly the same thing as choosing a random place to travel. Lack of control could be dangerous, but he trusted Rudi to stop him if this was truly unwise. Nothing about Valens said 'malicious' or 'dangerous'- and Waylon usually had a keen sense of a person's character upon a first meeting.

A soft sigh escaped Waylon's lips. At least, if this ended up not working out, the contract was breakable.

“How do we do this, then?” Waylon asked, and he watched with gentle alarm as Valens' body started to vibrate with excitement.

A loud 'pop' ripped through the air, and Waylon winced. In a single blink, Waylon went from watching a ferret shudder, to being face to face with a man with a well defined jaw, eerily beautiful red eyes, and short, tousled hair nearly as white as the fur he'd sported in his much smaller form. It didn't help that their position was rather compromising, with Valens kneeling between his thighs, trapping Waylon against the wall as his taller form towered over the witch.

“What-” but Waylon's question was cut off as Valen's lips pressed against his own. Waylon squeaked and froze, startled once again by... everyhing. Waylon remained perfectly still, frozen in shock as he tried to process what was happening. Only as Valens' lips moved against his own, as if to try and deepen the kiss, did he snap back to the present.

“Hey!” Waylon twisted his head away from Valens and thrust his arms out to put some distance between them. “I said I had a boyfriend, what the hell are you trying to do?!”

Valens pouted as he was pushed, but he relented, and he shimmied back so he could kneel a few feet away from Waylon.

“That's how you seal the contract,” Valens grumbled sheepishly, but he offered no further explanation.

Waylon was struck with the thought that this was, already, a mistake, but by the look in Valens eyes and his downcast gaze, Waylon could see there was some sort of remorse there. The familiar tugged idly at the hem of his tight black t-shirt, and as Waylon followed the motion of his hand, he was surprised to notice rips in the knees of Valens jeans. Compared to Rudi, this outfit was painfully simple. Rudi almost always wore some variation of formal wear, often suits, and Waylon didn't realize he'd come to just expect familiars to dress the same way.

“Well I highly doubt you needed to keep kissing me,” Waylon rose to his feet and swatted at his pants to dust himself off. It gave him a moment to calm the blush burning in his cheeks, and to find his words.

When he did look at Valens, he scowled as if he were trying to scold the other, but the look in his eyes said he wasn't truly upset. “Don't do that again. I don't appreciate it, and I don't think my boyfriend would much appreciate it either. I'd prefer if he liked you, at least a little. Also- no more calling me 'master'- just call me Waylon.” He reached up to give Valens' head a gentle pat, to show he'd been forgiven, and the familiar's expression brightened considerably. It was almost blinding, the smile that followed, and Waylon was again surprised, this time by how quickly Valens' mood transitioned.

A second later, Valens scrambled to his feet, and Waylon was surprised to find himself looking up at the familiar. He was tall!

“Understood, Master!” Valens chimed in a voice fitting for his size, deeper than the voice he had in ferret form. Waylon wondered if he should be shielding his eyes from the brightness of that smile.

“Waylon.”

“Oh- right- Waylon!” A gust of wind followed, and in a blink Valens was gone. Waylon felt something small press over his shoulders, and when he looked, a little white ferret perched there, head cocked and little red eyes sparkling. Valens was smiling again in his ferret form, and Waylon reached up to give Valens chin a scratch. He nuzzled into Waylon's finger, and that worry that this had been a mistake, faded a little.

Are you gonna introduce me to your boyfriend now? Valens voice asked in Waylon's head, and he looked over at Rudi.

“What time is it?” Waylon asked, and Rudi waved his hand towards the door of the shop.

“Go on, I can watch the shop for the rest of the day. Just don't try any magic until we can do some tests to gauge how your abilities have changed.”

“Changed?”

Yes! Now that the contract is made, you'll be stronger, and the type of magic and spells you have an affinity for might become more apparent, Valens chimed in, it's probably best to wait to do any spell work in a controlled setting- with someone else to help out. I could, but its safer with someone not tied to our contract.

Waylon nodded.

“Alright, see you tomorrow, Rudi!”

At the parting sound of the familiar bell above the shop door, Waylon stepped into the cool afternoon air and headed for home.

#a familiar #self para #//sorry i could probably spend hours editing this but i don't want to any more so #//here it is and I hope it's not trash XD #//i liked it so #waylon #valens

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a request thing and then a question for all of you! request: how would all the classes celebrate april fool’s day? whether it be pranks or just chillin | and the ask: how’re you holding up during quarantine? have you picked up on any new hobbies?

hey!! mod kiwi here!! thanks for the ask, anon! ^^

here we go! all of the classes celebrating april fools!

written by mod kiwi, mod irusu, mod corn

edited by mod irusu

starting off with dr1! (plus komaru!)

makoto

tells everyone that he was going to get everyone gifts for april fools’ but he forgot to buy them

actually did buy gifts

“see?? the prank is that.. i said that i forgot to get you guys gifts… but i actually remembered..!!! ahahaha!!”’

just… wholesome pranks only

either cries or is just really confused when anyone pranks him

no inbetween

kyoko

doesn’t do pranks or anything

knows when people are trying to prank her

points out that she knows the person is trying to prank her

except if that person is makoto

she acts like she doesn’t know what makoto is doing and then acts surprised

byakuya

“april fools? isn’t that for children?”

gets really pissed when people prank him

slightly more or less pissed when makoto pranks him

but is… kind of grateful when makoto reveals what his prank was

VERY pissed when toko/jill pranks him

just. pissed in general

sayaka

enjoys pranking people

“here’s some lemonade! :)” “HA, IT’S ACTUALLY PEE!!! BAHAHAHA!!!”

it isn’t actually piss. it’s watered down pineapple juice or some shit like that

“..can i have it back though”

thinks it’s funny when people prank her, most of the time

“leon please leave me alon e”

junko

fucking LOVES pranks

makes sure to prank everyone at least twice

her pranks are very complex. she plans them months beforehand

tries to get mukuro to help her with her pranks

usually fails

loses her shit when people prank her

go crazy aaa go stupid aaa

mukuro

doesn’t really understand pranks

her pranks are just. pointing a gun at someone and pretending like she’s about to shoot them

scared makoto to death with one of her ‘pranks’

is just confused when people prank her

junko convinced her to dress up like her,, multiple ‘pranks’ ensued

chihiro

doesn’t really try to prank people that often

when he does prank people… wow are they complex pranks

his pranks are fun and harmless!

usually knows when people are trying to prank him

mondo

thinks pranks are great

usually fails when trying to prank someone

just trying his best

either laughs or gets angry when someone pranks him

it really depends on the person

taka

his pranks aren’t even pranks tbh

usually upset when people prank him.. usually

“that’s a violation of the rules..!!”

but when they tell him it’s a prank he calms down

toko

doesn’t really get the point of april fools

whenever someone pranks her she starts ranting about how everyone thinks she’s disgusting so that’s why they’re pranking her

at some point she tried to use a mistletoe on byakuya despite it being april fools

her pranks are usually harmless but everyone fears she has a greater plan in mind..

most adventurous prank she did was switch komaru’s manga with actual books

jill

toko sneezes from a pepper-related prank and jill goes absolutely batshit crazy

then she realizes what day it is

oh no

her “pranks” involve holding a hostage until byakuya looks at her

hiro

people hide his weed as a “prank”

results in him crying so they just,, tell him where it is

“30% chance that you’re gonna die today.. a ha ha?”

isn’t sober enough to think of good pranks

antagonizes gullible people

hina

thinks throwing food at people is a prank

gets pouty when she’s pranked

whines to sakura about it

when she gets pranked its just,, high pitched screaming

does not matter what it is

sakura

lets hina on her shoulders

they put a white sheet on,, and pretend to be a ghost

doesn’t fool anyone

except for dummies like hiro, prompts an exorcism

most “pranks” go over her head, she just maintains a stoic expression

celeste

set things on fire as a prank

until firefighters were called

keeps a stoic face like sakura when she’s pranked

will give a condescending laugh

hifumi

his ‘pranks’ consist of hiding hentai around

no one enjoys this. NO ONE. except tsumugi?

just. shocked when people prank him

will push up his glasses and pretend like he knew it was a prank

he didn’t. smh my head these hoes ain’t loyal

leon

“sayaka get pranked pleas e marry me”

that’s all you’re getting

“bro i’m so ugly.. just kidding april fools (:”

will fist fight those who prank him

,,well,,, try to

falls for every. prank.

EVERY. PRANK.

komaru

is usually the hostage that jill holds

just vibing

helps makoto and toko with their pranks

will always pretend to be scared / shocked

“omg.. you got me.. wahh”

dr2!!

hajime

what the hell is a prank

his response is always old man grumbling

“DAMN kids.. damn april..”

just vibes with chiaki the whole day

almost strangled nagito for a prank doe

bless this man

nagito

doesn’t prank people because “me? pranking the ultimates? nooo, trash like me could never do such a thing..”

…does prank hajime sometimes, though

LOVES when he’s pranked, no matter what the prank is

“for an ultimate to put time and effort into playing a prank on trash like me… how wonderful!”

just does nagito things

chiaki

doesn’t prank people all that much

when someone pranks her she blinks before laughing awkwardly

she never gets mad because she’s nice like that

the only “prank” she’s done was BRUTAL..

she stole hajime’s switch and made rosie leave his acnh town

ibuki

FUCKING LOVES PRANKS

pranks all day. pranks every second. you’re never safe around her on april fools’

plots with junko

the type to put paint up on open doors and cause them to fall on people

constant screaming, in fear or to cause fear

mikan

“h-huh? you.. pranked me..??”

very confused, 24/7

doesn’t prank people. barely understands what pranks are

gets pranked by ibuki every 2 seconds. bless her soul

usually the one to help everyone clean up the aftermaths of pranks

mahiru

she never pranks anyone

usually against pranks

when someone gets pranked she immediately scolds whoever did it

she helped with a single prank and immediately apologized for it

peko

what the hell is a prank x2

over protective of fuyuhiko

people have to tell her it’s a prank so she calms down

someone told her fuyuhiko died as a prank, she sobbed despite seeing him in front of her

“someone” was hiyoko

akane

only does food related pranks

usually ends up eating the food before she can prank you with it

enjoys hina’s pranks cause it involves food

just trying to vibe and cromch

fuyuhiko

“god i fuCKING HATE APRIL FOOLS’”

,,,fucking hates pranks

tries his best to protect peko

she tends to get pranked a fair bit anyway

sonia

“aha! i have pranked you! get.. pranked!”

you can usually tell when she’s trying to prank you

very supportive of pranks

“that was very funny! good job!”

kazuichi

really gay pranks

“b-bro it was just a prank bro i’m not gay bro i swear bro it was for the prank bro,, bro,, bro i–”

tries to get people to spy on sonia with him to “prank her”

no one agrees to join him

teruteru

makes bad food as ‘pranks’

tries to get the girls to wear lewd things, as a ‘prank’

heavy quotation marks on prank

just a horny dude as per usual

imposter

scoffs anytime someone tries to prank them

thinks pranking is child’s play

finds it funny when others get pranked doe

hiyoko

this is HER day to shine,, no one else

no one will escape her wrath

constantly lets bugs loose

has spent everyday planning, has customized plans for nearly everyone,,,

kicks people in the groin if they prank her, male or not

gundham

tried to put a spell on himself so people legally can’t prank him

it failed, had a pie thrown in his face

the four dark devas of destruction licked his face clean,,

is extra cautious so his furry children don’t get caught in prank crossfire

kokichi once took one of the dark devas as a prank…

gundham has NEVER forgiven him and probably never will

nekomaru

will yell at any prank in fear

locked someone in the bathroom as a prank

let them out cause he had to use it,,

isn’t good at pranks pray for him

dr v3!

shuichi

doesn’t get pranked a lot because he just starts crying

almost had a heart attack one year

doesn’t understand how kaede can have so much fun

his only ‘pranks’ are him accidentally scaring people at 9 pm when he is scavenging the kitchen for grated cheese,,

targeted by kokichi and kaede majority of the time

maki

will literally stab anyone who tries to prank her

except maybe kaede and kaito

bc they’re babies

one time kokichi hid all her weapons as a prank

she beat him to death

himiko

her ‘pranks’ are just magic tricks

will hex you if you say her magic pranks aren’t real

sleeps most of the day so no one really pranks her

also the fact that tenko is her bodyguard scares people away

“i have to much mana fear doesn’t effect me”

kaede

avid prankster

really wholesome doe, nothing to extreme

her jumping around a corner and yelling boo is considered a prank

attempts to play bdum tsh with piano keys

tries to act like she doesn’t scared,,, she really does

rantaro

really chill the entire day

not a lot of the pranks get him so he just awkwardly laughs

kokichi put a bucket on his head as a prank

kept it on the whole day. learned echolocation.

doesn’t really like pranking, too lazy

kirumi

scolds people for pranking

especially kokichi

isn’t one to prank really

thought adding extra vanilla to a cake was a ‘prank’

anytime she gets scared she beats the person with a broom

ryoma

people don’t prank him

they just can’t see him. too short.

stoic the whole day

judgemental glares to everyone the whole day

vibing

korekiyo

who let the cryptid learn about april fools

will constantly harass angie about “atua doesn’t exist,, jk april fools”

throws shedded snake skin at people?? and occult books?? as a prank

“who wants to summon satan.. but only as a prank”

pretends to be people’s sleep paralysis monster

(doesn’t need to pretend for me -irusu)

angie

has beaten korekiyo with a bible multiple times

thinks pranking people won’t make atua happy

anytime she’s scared she yells “atua is displeased”

tenko

beats up all the boys as a ‘prank’

will literally DESTROY anyone who pranks himiko

it doesn’t matter how harmless the prank is

really nice and forgiving to the girls

no mercy. will beat up the babiest of baby boyes. even makoto :(

makoto is terrified of tenko on april fools’ for this reason

miu

horny time horny time horny time horny ti

only plays pranks that are sexual in some way

TERRIFIED when people prank her

it doesn’t matter what the prank is

angry at them afterwards

tries to get kaede to play the pornhub intro theme on a piano

gonta

doesn’t get pranks

will still get spooked

didn’t even know hiyoko was pranking him because he cherished the bugs,,,

“wow..! gonta thanks hiyoko for these bugs! happy day!”

is to nice/confused to prank anybody

just doing his best

kaito

doesn’t prank people but is very supportive of other people pranking each other

the victim of most pranks because of how nice he is about it

got dared to prank kokichi once

you can guess how it went

kokichi

oh no

OH NO

stay away from him at all costs

rantaro and shuichi tried to be nice since everyone was avoiding him and tried to hang out with him

he gave them meat cupcakes

nobody ever pranks him because he holds grudges and will give you payback

his pranks are always wildcards. from dumping flour on maki to a whole entire elaborate prank just to make fun of kiibo being a robot, you never know

kiibo

“wait, what?”

gets targeted by kokichi

has no clue what a prank is

tries his best

has to get the prank explained to him when he gets pranked then he thinks it’s funny

tsumugi

treats hifumi putting hentai everywhere as an easter egg hunt

“pranks” people by putting on anime on their tv then leaving

thinks people pranking her is funny and laughs every time

mostly condescending laughs

as for your question.. well, we’re all doing pretty good i think! (hopefully)

personally i’m not that affected bc,, i usually never leave the house often anyway,,, i’m not lonely bc i have you guys and all the other mods… love yall! i haven’t really gotten into new hobbies but i might get back into watercolor painting if i have the time (which i probably do)! -mod kiwi

my schedule hasn’t changed because i don’t have a life so.. but i’ve been playing animal jam! for some reason! :) also got into your turn to die. if corn can spread her anime propaganda i can spread mine - mod irusu bro. u are my life ;flsuhed: -mod kiwi BRO - mod irusu

still an avid gremlin. my only hobbies rn are rewatching jojo and haikyuu, crying over it, and harassing the other mods with my stupidity. (narancia best boy watch jjba 2020) -mod corn

mod cass is busy getting a virus for a butterfly game she played when she was like 10. let’s assume she’s like the rest of us - mod irusu

mod chie is fucking dead but,,, as far as i know he’s doing good :)) being horny rabid man as usual :)) he’s always asleep when we make posts bc he has a relatively normal sleep schedule

-mod kiwi

update on cass: shes opening wine files now help

no i havent ivee been hungrye - mod dragon

?? no clue what that means either but best im gonna get from her - mod irusu

thanks for reading!

-mod kiwi

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #april fools #mod kiwi #mod irusu #mod corn

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fairymagicheart1 · 5 years ago

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Half Court Havoc

(I imagine this right in between the time right after Snow Day but right before Insane In Big Mama’s Train, and this is how I see their relationship in it's earliest as a budding couple in Fanfic version. :3

Mentioned OC: Dani is an OC belonging to my friend @mermaidsoul8, she helped me greatly in her input on this!! Kudos goes to her as well!

PS: This is my LONGEST fanfic so I hope you all enjoy it!)

It was just after 5 PM as Tati finally came through the Lair entrance and dropped off her bag. “Hey, guys! Sorry I was a little late, got held up at school with April, Sunita, and Dani..” Tati said as she passed by Splinter; sitting in his chair. “Uh hey, Sensei.. where’s Leo?” Then Some crashing can be heard, “I recommend looking in the kitchen, he’s been in there all day.” Splinter said rather nonchalantly. “Uhh... thanks, Sensei.,” Tati said as she walked ahead.

Leo was stumbling about to put the pots away after he had tipped them over. “Ok just keep it together Leon.. just turtle up and just ask her.” He said to himself, of course in his practice mode; Leo had knocked over the pots by his clumsy nature. Then a lightbulb appears over his head! “That’s it! I’ll just play it smooth like Lou Jitsu was before we found out he’s our dad..” He decided and with a proud smirk on his face.. which quickly changed to a surprised shock upon hearing...

“Leo? What was that?” Tati asked as she stood by the entrance to the kitchen. Flip-flopping around to face her, Leo tried leaning smoothly on the counter and showcased his trademarked grin. “Just uh... chilling you know?”To which, Tati just raised a brow and lightly smirked back. “You’re sure making a lot of noise for just “Chilling?” Leon?” She giggled, helping away to put away one last pot. “So uh, Tati? I was thinking you wanna go shoot some hoops with me... I mean if you want to?” He asked while leaning on his left elbow, even though on the inside he was shaking.

Tati turned and looked up with a smile. “Sure Leo! Should we ask your bros to play too?” She suggested but Leo shot up. “Oh uh I already checked in! They’re all.. busy! You know.. with their.. ninja stuff too?” He grinned nervously from the raised brow on Tati, “Well alright then, just let me get my phone.” She shrugged but smiled. She turned around to walk out and leaving Leo to do a dab and cheered in secret.

It turns out that the three brothers were already walking in from off-screen and were all smirking, they had heard the whole thing. “You know, a girl like it better if you just ask them straight up Leo,” Donnie said and chuckled as Mikey just grinned. “Aw come on!” Leo slumped his arms down.

“You didn’t have to lie, Leo, just go and have fun.” Raph smiled and Leo smiled as he took off to meet with her... with Donnie adding with: “How much you wanna bet he screws up?” Mikey rose his hand and Raph slapped his face.

The two already made it to the surface as Leo showed off his spinning ball trick with Tati smirking... with some unsavory eyes watching them... it was the recently mutated Ghostbear! “This Tortuga has a Novia now? And on a date? I shall ruin it like he and the other Tortugas ruined my pro-wrestling career!” He cackled and proceeded to follow... Upon arriving at a half-court, Leo spun the ball and tossed it to Tati and grinned. “Let’s see what you got,” Tati smirked and held it. “Oh, I’ll bring it, Blue Bolt...” Tati started the game.. with her practically running with the ball without bouncing it! Though Leo caught up to her. “I’m not a rules guy but you’re supposed to bounce it as you run.” He smirked and Tati held it away above her head with her own smug grin. “Why can’t we?” She teased and stopped when Leo stepped in front of her. “Gotcha! The two of them ended up laughing as Leo tried to reach for the ball and knocked it into the air! Tati grinned as she used the magic from her hand and controlled the air to carry the ball right into the basket!”

”Ok that was not fair.” Leo teased and Tati just teased back. “Hey, you did say to bring it, and you were up against a fairy that in tune with air.” They both end up laughing... and they just realized how close they were standing still and blushed.

”So if you wanna do this more often..” Leo started to ask smooth... that was until a loud landing crash happened in front of them. Ghostbear decided to take action this time and cackled loudly. “Peekaboo Tortuga!!” He called out and cackled. “GHOSTBEAR?!” Leo cried in horror, This was the LAST thing he wanted. Leo took out his Odachi sword and tried charging at him... completely forgetting about his new ability to go Ghost!! Falling right through the mutant!

“I’ll ruin this date like you ruin my pro wrestling career!!” He cried out evilly and tried to swipe at Tati, jumping back, she tried unleashing her gale-force attacks and it did knock Ghostbear to the brick wall. Though he roared and Leo took the distracted opportunity to hit Ghostbear from the side.

Now was the time for a retreat! The noise brings people and people mean more risk in innocent civilian damage. Rushing down the alleyway they came from the first time with a raging mutant polar bear in pursuit.

Leo quickly found cover in the separate alleyway as Ghostbear was busy searching for the two and tore open any garbage bins, Leo covered his face before he turned to face Tati. “I’m so sorry about this, I tried being smooth and confident to ask you out and yet this happens.. probably messed up so bad now..” He sighed but Tati, with a pink shade to her cheeks, grabbed his hand.

“Leo, no matter what and despite this evil, crazy, and might I add very petty mutant polar bear... I would’ve and always will say yes; I would love to go out with you.” She confessed and Leo squeezes his hand back in hers. “Really?! I-yes!” He said (rather) too loudly and Ghostbear turned to that direction and poked his furry head in.“Peekaboo Tortuga!!”

Before Ghostbear gets a swipe in, Leo and Tati quickly jump out of the way and in midair, Tati said quickly “Uh maybe not the time and place for a romantic confession!” “Agreed!!” Leo concurred fast as Tati had caught him and used her wind magic to help him land behind another alleyway. Tati and Leo poked their heads out to observe the seeking mutant bear.

“Señor Fuzzy-Jerk won’t leave us alone unless he’s stopped! We gotta do something..” Tati said.. then gave a knowing look to Leo. “Well, Leo?” In her eyes, she fully believes in him.“You.. really think I can?” Leo said looking surprised. “Leo, I know you can.” She squeezed his arm and now they both looked determined to the approaching Ghostbear. Leo lifted the basketball and he whispered his quickly made plan.

Separating as Tati ran out first. “Hey! You!! Over here Mal Oso!!” She cried and with an evil laugh, Ghostbear foolishly chased after her. Supposedly cornering her by a gate in the alleyway and Ghostbear cackled. “Looks like the Tortuga is gonna have to find another novia.. because I have ruined his date!!” He cackled so evilly.. but didn’t exactly noticed the smirk on Tati’s face.

“Yeah, I don’t think you have you moron.” She then pressed her cloaking badge and revealed her fairy wings and green eyes. “You really should watch out behind you!” She raised her hand to catch the basketball and used her air power to launch it into Ghostbear’s face hard and very quickly, in Ghostbear’s surprise and his guard was hit backward.. into Leo’s already opened portal!

Leo opened two more: one above the other to gain speed and finally a third opened to lead into the Hudson River and had shot Ghostbear through. “TORTUGA!!!” He cried before hitting the waters and he burst out soon after to catch on some driftwood.. exhausted and frustrated that he failed again.

Back with the couple, Tati and Leo high fives each other and laughed about it. “Leo! That was so good! You knew thy enemy and used it to our advantage!! You're amazing!!” She threw her arms around his shoulders and Leo enjoyed this feeling.

“And you’re amazing too Tati! Everything! Your wind powers and everything about you?” Leo complimented back and the two blushed and were silent for a quick moment.

“Let’s call this a pre-date and finish this night off with Pizza?” Tati suggested, “Pizza! Run Of The Mill?” He held his arm out and Tati gladly took it. “Run Of The Mill.” She giggled and the two finally went off towards the Yokai Pizza place... feelings confirmed but willing to take it slow.

#rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fanfic #leo x oc #rise leo

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fanfic-inator795 · 5 years ago

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RotTMNT Oneshot: Lemonade, Old Photos and Family Talks

(This story is also on AO3, so leave a kudos/comment there if you can!)

Plot: “A friend?” “Well yeah! We’ve got April to vent to when we get stressed and to hang out with when we wanna have some extra fun, but think about it- Pops hasn’t had another adult to talk to in YEARS!” “Huh… I mean, it’s not a bad idea, really." “Though it should be noted that the last time he tried to socialize with someone his own age, he was nearly eaten by one of our enemies, so I don’t think we can trust him to meet someone NOT evil on his own.” “Which is why we have to help him! We know plenty of mutants now, there has to be someone who’d wanna hang out with him and NOT try to kill him afterwards.” “This family has the weirdest issues.”

The boys try to find Splinter a new friend, but they all learn that sometimes the best people you can talk are your family, even when the conversation is bittersweet.

((Another Splinter and his past-centered story! Because they're just way too easy to think of and they give me all the feels, lol. But yeah, this started out as just a sort of joke scene of Splinter trying to hang out with Todd and then emotions happened. I really hope Shen shows up in the show proper sometime, and that she and Lou were best friends and she's not just dead like every other dang version of her. But until then, enjoy my writing/headcanons! Also sorry for the bad title, I literally could not think of anything else, heh. But yeah, here we go!))

They all noticed it, eventually, after the incident in Grand Central Station and after Splinter revealed all that he could to them. Splinter - Lou Jitsu - had also begun training them properly, finally acknowledging that they were ready for the next level. (And besides, watching Lou Jitsu movies was… sort of awkward now, and probably would be for a little while.)

Getting to learn new things and become even stronger, their weapons and strategies becoming all the more effective as they were taught both as individuals and as a group - all in all, it was a great change in their routine. Even the fatigue they’d sometimes feel after more intense training or the lack of free time couldn’t completely turn them off from it. Those things didn’t matter, not when they were going to be true heroes and save the world from Draxum and the foot’s Dark Armor!

...But, with these positive changes came not so positive ones, for everything came with a price and Splinter was not the only one who’d had to explain things…

Sometimes Splinter would be up waiting for them when they got home, and would actually ask questions rather than just continuing to watch TV, even if he still sort of pretended not to be too concerned. Other times he wouldn’t even be in his chair, and was instead pacing around their home, giving the excuse that he was simply stretching his legs. And other times he wouldn’t be home at all.

Instead, he was going out and searching for more Armor pieces while the boys were either out fighting the evil mutant of the night or were getting into typical teenage shenanigans. (Because Splinter still refused to let them sacrifice the rest of the childhood for training and war. Not yet, not until there was no other choice.) By this point, he was starting to do more searching than TV watching, which was strange to say the least. He even missed a few new episodes of Scorpion Treadmill, which was COMPLETELY unheard of!

Their father was beginning to have trouble sleeping too, and while he pretended to stay asleep during it, Mikey shared that he recently caught Splinter sneaking into his room to check up on him, just as he no doubt already did that night with his other sons. The tucking-in and the quick kiss on the forehead was admittedly nice in a sort of nostalgic way, but it was the concern behind the gesture that made Mikey frown instead of smile at it.

There was no doubt about it, their usually lax, sometimes stern but still totally chill rat dad was worried about them. Worried about who they would run into while they were out and what mutant and mystic dangers they would face, now that he knew what most of them were. Worried about them coming home so badly hurt that he wouldn’t be able to help them. Worried that they wouldn’t come home at all…

While they’d never truly understand until the day they became fathers, if that day ever came, the four of them did understand Splinter’s worry on some level. It wasn’t like they weren’t scared of getting hurt or dying on a mission too, as much as they might have tried to hide it. But even so, all of that stress and worry just wasn’t good for Splinter, and game shows and old Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu movies just weren’t going to cut it as distractions anymore.

He needed something else to distract him, or (even better) something to help him get all his feelings out in order to deal with them and get them off his mind. He needed-

“A friend?” Leo repeated, tilting his head slightly.

“Well yeah!” Mikey nodded, “We’ve got April to vent to when we get stressed and to hang out with when we wanna have some extra fun, but think about it- Pops hasn’t had another adult to talk to in YEARS!”

“Huh… I mean, it’s not a bad idea, really,” Raph nodded as he thought about it. Everyone needed someone to talk to or laugh with when things got rough, and they couldn’t exactly take him to a therapist so, this was probably the best option.

“Though it should be noted that the last time he tried to socialize with someone his own age, he was nearly eaten by one of our enemies,” Donnie pointed out, “So I don’t think we can trust him to meet someone NOT evil on his own.”

“Which is why we have to help him!” Mikey insisted, “We know plenty of mutants now, there has to be someone who’d wanna hang out with him and NOT try to kill him afterwards.”

“This family has the weirdest issues,” Leo flatly stated, though was ignored as his brothers tried to think.

“He got along pretty well with Bullhop when he was stayin’ here,” Raph spoke up after a few moments. He may have been a little bit annoyed with the bull’s clumsiness, but was otherwise comfortable enough around him. And sure, Bullhop was younger than Splinter, but they were both still adults so that had to count for something. Though the fact that their former house guest was now a whole country away was a bit of a problem. “Maybe we could hook them both up with webcams so they can talk whenever?”

Mikey hummed. “I dunno… Sure they didn't mind each other but they didn't really talk either? I don't think they have much in common. Besides, do we really wanna bother him while he's tryin’ to put together his mutant ballet thing?” Donnie nodded at this point. Both he and Mikey understood how frustrating being interrupted while in the middle of a project could be, whether that project was artistic or scientific.

Getting an idea, Leo snapped his fingers. “I've got it! Senor Hueso! He's probably about as old as Dad, and both Hueso and Splinter are dads and are sword fighters, so that's two things in common!”

“A fair assumption to make, Leon,” Donnie replied, “Although, Hueso just barely tolerates us thanks to our frequent customer status. Do you really think he'd be able to tolerate someone like Pop?”

“...Okay yeah, good point.” Personality wise, they were both pretty different.

“WAIT!” Mikey said suddenly, nearly jumping out of his shell, “I know who we can get to hang out with Splinter, and he's the perfect, friendliest friend a rat guy could ever have!”

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Splinter stood at the entrance of their home, blinking slowly. He certainly hadn't been expecting anyone that afternoon. April was long past needing to knock whenever she visited, and they didn't exactly get many other visitors down in the sewers - especially not ones this… smiley.

“Hello there!” The stout, furry man greeted, “You must be Splinter, right? Oh, or should I call you Splinter-San? I always try to be polite, after all.”

Splinter’s ears folded down slightly as he gave the man a flat look, but he did manage to keep his tone civil. “Just Splinter is fine, thanks.”

“Of course! And you can call me-!”

“Todd!” Suddenly all his sons were there by his side. Funny, he couldn't seem to find ANY of them just a few minutes ago when he was forced to greet their surprise ‘guest’ on his own… “Glad you could make it, buddy!” Mikey greeted, his grin matching his brothers’.

“Same here! Gosh, you would not believe how hard it is to get away from those pups, even for just an afternoon.” The man giggled, giving a wave of his hand. “Oh, but those cute little furry faces and all the smiles I get are worth the hard work!”

“Furry faces?” Splinter mumbled, completely and utterly confused.

But before he could even try to ask any questions, his oldest butted in. “Why don't you go make yourself at home in the kitchen, and Pops’ll be there in a sec, okay?” Raph told him, his welcoming smile becoming more and more sheepish by the second as his dad glared at all of them.

“It's on the second floor, right across from the arcade!” Donnie added thoughtfully, “Super easy to find, can't miss it!”

Todd chuckled again, his small basket of snacks (plus a thermos) bouncing slightly on his arm. “Sounds good to me!” He thanked the four turtles once again for their invitation and made his way past the entrance tunnel and into the main atrium of their home. And, as soon as the family of five was alone-

Splinter turned around, scowling as he crossed his arms. “Okay, why is there a gopher in our house and why am I going to be the one keeping him company?”

“He’s a woodchuck,” Mikey corrected.

“Actually, he's a capybara,” Donnie explained, “Way bigger than a woodchuck and interesting enough from South America-”

“Buuuuut more importantly,” Leo said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his purple and orange brothers, “He's someone who we think you could have a great time hanging out with! You know, chat a little, get to know each other, watch a movie together - whatever you want! Sooo, let's get to it, huh? Huh? What do you say, Dad?”

However, Splinter was just as stubborn as his sons. “I think I will pass, and since you boys invited him over, it is only fair that you four-”

“Ah, we would, totally would!” Raph interrupted suddenly, “You know, since Todd’s such a great guy to hang out with. But uh, we can't cause- cause we just got a call from April! And she said, uh, that there’s a-”

“A giant pizza pigeon!” Mikey butted in, waving his arms wildly, “Totally wrecking every pizza shop in New York!”

“And honestly, Father, what heroes would we be if we didn't go stop it immediately?” Donnie asked, throwing in a bit of dramatic flair for good measure, “So while we would LOVE to stay here and hang out with you guys, alas, we must go! Buuuut we’ll try to be home within, let's say, two hours?” As in, the perfect amount of time for a decent visit and to make a connection with a possible new friend.

“Also your favorite tea cakes are in the cupboard,” Leo added, figuring that when all else failed, bribery still had its merits, especially when it came to Splinter and his sweets, “Okay have fun we’ll be back later byeeeeee!”

With that, his boys dashed off into the sewers, not even looking back at him. Splinter sighed, grumbling under his breath. He didn't know what his sons were planning or why they needed him to be kept busy by visiting with this Todd guy, but he would reluctantly play along. ...For now.

Stepping into his kitchen, Splinter could see that the perky capybara was already making himself at home. He’d already poured two glasses of lemonade from his thermos, and had found a plate that he was currently using to set homemade, dog shaped cookies on. “Hey, you!” Todd greeted again, still grinning, "Just getting our refreshments ready!" Frankly, Splinter was starting to wonder if Todd ever stopped grinning.

“Yes, hello,” Splinter modded, sitting down, “So, uhh… You made lemonade, huh?

“Oh yes, my famous recipe!” Todd nodded. He took a moment to push a glass of it towards the rat man. “And I don’t wanna brag, but I’m pretty sure it lives up to the hype and I can promise that every glass is made with care and a smile!”

“Of course it is,” Splinter mumbled. Honestly, did this gopher-woodchuck-capybara guy step out of a fairy tale picture book or something. Still, he was never one to turn down free refreshments, so he took a sip. Almost instantly, his ears perked back up while his fur tingled slightly, like it was being warmed by sunlight while the rest of his body became cooled and refreshed by the ice cold drink. “...Huh. Not bad.”

“Thanks!” Todd grinned. He hadn’t met a single person yet - human or mutant - who hadn’t enjoyed his lemonade, but the compliments were still nice to hear. “It’s a shame the boys can’t join us, I know they like my lemonade too.”

“Mm, yes, well, you know how teens are. Going off and doing… whatever it is that teens do.” And apparently that included keeping secrets and being sneaky with their father. Yes, he was definitely giving them a talking to when they got home from their ‘pigeon battle’.

Todd however was still blissfully unaware of Splinter’s annoyance - or if he was aware, he just ignored it. “They really are great kids! I’m sure you know all about the work they did for me down at my puppy shelter.” He paused, noticing the curious look on the old rat’s face. “Well, my place was kinda small for all the pups I had, and they needed my RV, so they offered to make me a whole puppy paradise!”

“Huh, you don’t say…”

“Oh yeah! Lots of play equipment and robots to help with cleanup and baths, and all sorts of neat things! Donnie stops by every once in a while to give everything a bit of a tune up and makes sure it’s all running right, and the other three are more than happy to help with training and keepin’ the pups happy. Ugh, I really do mean it when I say that you’ve raised four wonderful sons, Splinter.”

“...” Hearing these words, Splinter found himself giving a small proud smile, despite it all. He chuckled, shaking his head. “They are nothing but trouble sometimes… But yes, they can also be pretty wonderful to have around. I… honestly do not know what my life would be without them.” Averting his gaze, he took another quick sip of his lemonade and cleared his throat. “And, uh… Do you have any family?”

“Weeeell, I DO have plenty of adorable little puppies that I’m pretty close to!” Very excited now, Todd pulled out his phone, and opened up to his photos. Two hundred and seventy one photos, to be exact, and every single one of them starring one or many of the adoptees at Cuddle Cakes Rescue. After the ninth candid puppy shot though, Splinter stopped him. “Why don’t we continue this in the TV room? Much more comfortable!” Besides, Scorpion Treadmill would be starting soon, and there was nothing wrong with a little gameshow watching during conversation lulls, right?

“Oh! Of course!” Needing both his hands, Todd quickly pocketed his phone and grabbed both the snacks and their drinks. “Lead the way, friend!”

“Yes, friend, right. Come, it’s just this way-”

“Oh, hey, I was meaning to ask you what you do! Or, I guess what you did. Mikey said you were retired?”

“In a way, yes,” Splinter nodded, his tail moving to hold the dividing curtain open for Todd as they moved into the TV room, “And, technically, I am the boys’ sensei as well as their father. But before that…” He hesitated for just a moment, years of paranoia still having a bit of a kick in him before he was able to shrug it off. Draxum and his sons all already knew, not much of a point in hiding it from anyone else. “Before that, I was in the action film business.”

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When the turtles arrived home two hours later, they could hear a pair of voices within their home, rather than just a Japanese announcer’s booming exclamations or the cheers of a live television audience. That was DEFINITELY a good sign. Raph quickly shushed them, and one by one they snuck up to the TV room…

“-So I just put a few drops on each of them and you know what, it worked like a charm! No more chewing on wires!”

“You know, I had the same problem with Red when he was a toddler, although I could not exactly get vinegar, so I just used a bit of sewer scum. It stunk up the place like crazy, but it kept him from electrocuting himself, so I lived with it - and for the next few months, I did not have much else to worry about. Nonono, the REAL trouble started when they started learning how to walk on two legs!”

They heard Todd giggle. “Oh, I could just imagine all the mischief those little rascals got into! Just the other day I took Kimi’s pups outside for the first time, and the first thing those little dachshunds tried to do was dig a hole under our fence!” The capybara laughed again, easily shrugging the whole thing off like he did most things.. “‘Course, their puppy paws weren’t strong enough to do any real damage, but I’m definitely gonna have to keep an eye on them- Whoa! ”

Even more curious now, the four turtles opened the curtains slightly, just enough to see the tail end of a classic Lou Jitsu scene - a spinning split kick, followed by a quick cartwheel towards the final boss of the film’s climax and a sucker punch right in the gut. “Gosh, I may not be much of an action movie fan myself, but THAT was amazing!”

Splinter smirked, allowing himself to be just a little proud of the old stunt. “Yes, and would you believe I did it all in one take?”

“Oh I believe it!” Though that didn’t stop Splinter from diving into the story of how he spent a whole week perfecting that bit of choreography himself, not that Todd really minded judging by the smile on his face. ...Alright, to be fair, he always had a smile, but still!

“I can’t believe it,” Donnie whispered, “They’re actually getting along!”

“I know, right?” Leo nodded, pleased but just as surprised, “I thought for sure Dad would’ve kicked him out before we got home.”

“See!” Mikey beamed, crossing his arms in victory, “I TOLD you guys Todd was the perfect friend for him.”

“I’m just glad they’re talking at all,” Raph mumbled, knowing that just like how he sometimes stumbled over his speeches or explanations, his dad wasn’t always the best with words either. But hey, sometimes you just need the right person to listen.

Satisfied, the four of them quietly busied themselves, killing time until Todd finally announced that he would have to leave, not wanting to leave his pups alone for too long even with all the robot assistants keeping an eye on them. “But I had a great time!” he insisted, “And it was just so great getting to spend some time with you, Splinter! After hearing about you from the boys, it was nice to finally meet you in person.”

Splinter paused for a moment before replying honestly, “I enjoyed your company as well, Todd.” (Out of the corner of his eye, he could’ve sworn he saw a couple of his sons fist pump.) “Have a safe trip back home.”

“Will do!” Todd then said a quick goodbye to the boys, with Donnie promising to stop by with another set of puppycare-tech upgrades soon and Leo getting an update on Matilda’s soon- to-be-born litter, wanting to be there the moment they were born so he could christen them all with only the coolest puppy names. And, once Todd was on his way through the sewers and out of sight, all eyes were on Splinter.

Splinter looked back at them with squinted, unimpressed eyes. “...So, how was the fight with the giant pizza pigeon?” he asked coolly.

“The what? OH! Yeah! That! Uh, we totally kicked its butt, naturally,” Raph nodded, “But uh, hey, you fight giant bird mutant, you’ve fought them all.”

“Heh, yeah, like, it was so boring I barely even remember the fight!” Leo added, with Mikey backing him up with a nod, “Mmhm, yep, tooootally gone from my mind!”

“I see,” Splinter nodded. It took all his strength for him not to roll his eyes at them.

“Sooo, since we’ve got nothing interesting to share,” Donnie begun casually, trying not to sound too interested, “How was your afternoon with Todd, Pop?”

The rat hummed, making them wait for an answer for a few seconds before telling finally them, “It was nice enough. He was a good listener, and not too annoying I suppose. Makes good snacks too. So, a pretty good time.”

His sons grinned at each other, silently enjoying their successful mission. “That’s great to hear, Dad! So, you want me to text him and tell him that you want to get together next week?” Mikey asked, already getting his phone out.

Splinter suddenly gave a sharp laugh. “Oh goodness no!” Seeing their faces fall, he added, “Todd was nice enough, yes, but I don’t think I could hang out with someone like that ALL the time! Wayyy too friendly and cheery. Hmph, I would probably get a cavity from all that sweetness… But perhaps in a few months we can get together again. Now, if you four will excuse me, I am way overdue for my nap.” With that, he easily moved past them and headed downstairs to his room. He easily heard the groans behind him once he was out of the room, along with a few stray bits of conversation-

“Ughhh, I thought for sure they’d be BFFs!”

“I guess it’s onto Plan B, then. ...You get it? ‘B’ for ‘Bone man’?”

"We get it, Leon…”

“Man, there’s gotta be a friend for Splinter somewhere in this city…”

Ah, so that was it, then. “My sons,” Splinter sighed. Good hearts with good intentions… but still not the brightest of the bunch. He appreciated their efforts but, as pleasant as his visit with Todd had been, it had also felt a little bittersweet.

It was not their fault, of course. They couldn’t have known… But some things - some people - just couldn’t be replaced, even with happy and friendly capybara men…

The four of them ended up waiting a few hours before making their way to their father’s room, a new plan in mind with the hopes that this one would fare better than the last. “You sure we shouldn’t wait longer?” Leo asked, “I mean, he might be annoyed that we’re trying to set up on another stranger hang out sesh so soon, and you know he’s not afraid to be petty and stubborn when he’s really annoyed.”

“Buuut, he could also be half asleep,” Donnie pointed out, “And therefore MUCH easier to convince to leave the lair.”

“Plus, Splinter never says no to free food!” Mikey added.

Taking the lead, Raph knocked gently on the frail wooden divider in front of his father’s room before opening it. “Hey Pop, you awake-?”

As it turned out, Splinter wasn’t in bed. In fact, it looked like he hadn’t even made it to his bed, and was instead over at small chest that he’d usually had his tv sitting on. But now the chest was open, with most of its secret contents having been set on the floor next to him. A pair of old, cracked yellow sunglasses (which the boys immediately recognized), some letters and yellow envelopes, a few postcards and- ...something else in their dad’s paw that they couldn’t quite see. “...Dad?” Raph spoke up again, a bit louder this time.

Splinter flinched slightly, his tail moving to try and hide the stuff on the floor. The turtles were a bit confused at that. They already knew that Splinter and Lou Jitsu were one and the same, so why would their dad try to hide it? “Ah, boys, I uh, I-I was just, ah, doing some cleaning up before heading to bed. Just got a little distracted, is all. It is nothing-”

Of course, that wasn’t nearly enough to deter his sons’ natural curiosity, and within a few seconds, they were all kneeling on the floor next to him. “How come you’re looking at some of your old Lou Jitsu stuff?” Leo asked, just a bit of concern slipping into his voice. Raph was looking at him with the same concern while Donnie, ever the observer and note taker, was already looking through the envelopes to try and see what he could learn.

“I- W-Well-”

Suddenly, he felt his youngest at his side, managing to catch a quick look at the picture in his paws. “Wait, is that-?” Mikey started to say.

“It is noth-!” “Tang Shen?” Raph asked, his height allowing him to look right over his rat dad’s shoulders even as he tried and failed to hide the photo. His brothers quickly joined him, leaning in to get a better look at the picture as they crowded around their father.

Sure enough, the woman in the picture - with the stylish 80’s outfit and the short black hair, smiling next to the younger, human version of their dad - was the same actress they easily recognized from ‘Jitsu For Justice’. In fact, Tang Shen had been in quite a few of Lou’s movies… And in that moment, they realized that all of these certain films were ones that Splinter didn’t rewatch nearly as much as all his others, usually only putting them on for their sake, whether it was for their entertainment or their training...

Splinter sighed, suddenly feeling very tired, and perhaps a little guilty. But, there was no denying it now. “Yes… That is me and Tang Shen.”

“I… didn’t realize you two were friends,” Donnie said slowly, “I mean- I just figured you guys were just co-actors.” After all, pretty ladies in Lou Jitsu movies were common, so what would be specific about this one?

The rat man gave a short, humorless laugh. “We started out that way, yes… She was just starting out, and like most women in films those days, the only role she could really get was being a damsel that needed help escaping some villain. I thought she was a decent enough actress while the cameras were rolling, though had a bit of an attitude when they weren’t.” Splinter chuckled again, though this time he actually smiled as he did.

“We got into an argument about something, I don’t even remember, and she ended up challenging me to a spar. I decided to take it easy on her, and for it, she ended up kicking my butt pretty good. She had just as much skill as any other martial artist in Hollywood, and she certainly made sure I knew it.” His smile softened slightly. “And after that… We just became friends.”

Glancing back down to his small piles of personal memories and memorabilia, he picked up another envelope. This one had folded up magazine article in it, an interview the two had done together for one of their films. It was typed out in Japanese, so its content was completely lost on his sons, but the snappy and sarcastic answers Shen had given their interviewer to questions like “Would you consider yourself a Lady Lou Jitsu?” or “How do you keep your outfits and hair camera ready while doing your stunts?” still made him grin every time he read them.

“Shen had good audience appeal, so our managers wanted us to work on a few more movies together,” Splinter continued.

“Oh! Like that one where Shen was an undercover bartender?” Mikey asked, “‘Late Night in the Street Lights’?”

“Oh yeah!” Leo grinned, “And then you guys work together to take out not one but two crimelords in the city, and then go out on date afterwards?”

“Mmhm, that one was definitely a fan favorite,” Splinter nodded, “We agreed to work together, but we both gave the producers one condition: Shen and I would only do a film together if she was my co-star in it, not a damsel. I may have still gotten top billing, but she got to be involved in the action scenes instead of just being tied to a chair or death trap or whatever. And as it turned out, she would never again be a damsel, because once her contract expired, she went to work on getting her own movies off the ground. I was able to give her a bit of help, using connections and all that, but it was her skills and talent that got her the jobs. She was very good at what she did, just as good as anyone else… And a pretty great person too.”

“...What was Shen like?” Raph asked as he placed a comforting hand on his father’s arm, his tone curious but cautious, “Outside of her movies, I mean.”

Splinter hummed again, his eyes becoming a bit distant. It had been years, but he hadn’t forgotten a single thing about her. He refused to forget. “...Well, she was just as fiery as the characters she played, never let anyone try to talk over her or treat her like a second-rate actress. Strong willed, tough with a sharp tongue for those who dared to give her a hard time… But she was also gentle, when she liked you.” He shut his eyes, just for a moment as he tried not to get overwhelmed or too emotional.

“She… She looked out for me during rough times, just as I looked out for her. She could be fun, and very kind, knowing just what to say or do even when I felt completely clueless. We would spar and go out to clubs and parties, get ourselves in and out of trouble-” Though, he could secretly admit that he was usually the one foolishly getting them in trouble, and would always be thankful that Shen didn’t just get frustrated and leave him to fend for himself during those times (even if she still chewed him out afterwards). “And other times, we would just find somewhere quiet and talk. Catch up with each other or, or vent to each other, or just try to make each other laugh. Even when we were filming different projects in different countries, we still tried to call and write as often as we could. We… We were very close.”

Taking a chance, Mikey decided to ask the question he was sure his brothers were all thinking. “Did you, you know… like her?”

Thankfully, this inquiry didn’t offend, nor did it open up old wounds. Splinter just gave them all a flat look and asked, “Have any of you ever liked April?”

And just like that, they suddenly knew the exact sort of relationship Lou had had with Tang Shen. Something deeper than just friendship or even a romantic Hollywood fling, something on the level of family. For their dad, Shen hadn’t been a co-actor or friend, she had been his person. She had been his April, and it was no wonder he missed her so much…

“Did she move to New York too? I mean, did you guys ever team up in the Battle Nexus or-” Donnie asked, but Splinter shook his head.

“No no, she was in Hong Kong during that time working on some sequel, though I still tried to keep in contact, up until…” He trailed off, guilt once again settling in his gut as his boys stared at him. “No, the… the last time I saw her was…”

The last time he saw her, it hadn’t even been in person. It had been on a small, crappy black-and-white TV that he had swiped from the dump, just barely working enough for him to see her tear-stained face, as the news reported on his funeral, an event planned after weeks of searching for him and the police only finding a jumpsuit that Splinter himself had burned and planted in an alley dumpster.

Suddenly, Splinter stood up, not caring if he accidentally bumped into his sons or if his tail knocked over the small stacks of paper. “I, I need to go- T-To go do a thing. In another room. Right now.”

“Huh? Wait, but Dad!” Raph shouted, as he and the others started to stand up, ready to follow him if they needed to.

Splinter ignored them, just as he ignored the burning in his eyes. “I am fine,” he insisted.

“But Pop-!” “Wait, just-”

“I am busy-”

“You’re not- just hold a sec!” “Dad!”

“I have to go, I am fine-! ”

“Master Splinter!”

Splinter finally stopped at that. ...To be fair, when all four of your children shout your formal title at you - something they used as often as he used their full names - it was sort of hard not to stop… Still, he refused to turn around, just as he had refused a lot of things up to this point in his thirteen years as a father. Refused to let them know the truth. Refused to let them know all that he had gone through.

Refused to let them feel guilt, just for being born.

Unfortunately, as much as he hated them, Splinter couldn’t exactly deny his feelings of loss and occasional longing. After all, it was still very possible for someone - even someone who loved their new life and wouldn’t change a thing about it - to still miss their old life occasionally. Old hobbies, old experiences, old friends...

But that was not the fault of his children, and he absolutely refused to let them carry that blame! The loss of his old life was HIS burden to bare, not theirs! He would not let them think that he regretted his choices - that he regrets his family - just because he was feeling a little nostalgic or lonely. He couldn’t do that, and he wouldn’t, promising himself over and over that he wouldn’t.

...And yet, as a three-finger hand took him by the shoulder and slowly turned him back around, Splinter didn’t see looks of guilt or self resentment or even of pity. He just saw his four sons, looking at him with love and concern and just a tiny bit of relief.

“Dad, it’s okay, really…” Leo started out, “It’s… You guys were best friends so, it makes sense you’d miss her if she was really such a cool and great person. It makes sense that you’d miss being Lou Jitsu too, but we aren’t gonna get mad at you for that. We know that doesn’t mean you don’t still love us or whatever.”

“Yeah, though... we’re sorry that you can’t still be friends with her,” Raph continued, frowning for a moment before offering his father another smile, “But, we’re glad you told us about her. We just… We know you want us to be okay, but we want YOU to be okay too.”

“Yeah!” Mikey nodded, “We don’t want you to feel stressed out and alone all the time, and holdin’ in your feelings isn’t exactly good either, Pop. But hey, if you wanna talk to us about the stuff you miss or the stuff you’re worried about, we’ll listen! Just like how you listen to us when we’re dealin’ with stuff!”

“That is how a family works, after all,” Donnie finished with a small smirk.

Splinter stared at them all, almost in disbelief, before giving a teary smile. “My sons…” Their own smiles never faltering, the turtles quickly pulled him into a tight group hug, with Splinter allowing just a couple of tears to finally fall as he held his boys close. Todd’s words echoed in the back of his mind, and once again agreed with him: He really did have wonderful sons.

After a couple minutes, the five of them separated somewhat, though still stayed close. “You know, maybe you could look her up sometime,” Leo suggested, “Reconnect and all that? Old people do that, right?”

Splinter slightly swatted his shoulder at the old comment, but otherwise considered it. “Heh… Do you think she would really be alright with… This whole situation?” he asked, gesturing to himself.

“Eh, if she’s still anything like how you described her, I think she would be cool with it,” Donnie shrugged, his brothers agreeing.

The rat chuckled, thinking about it. Knowing Shen, she’d probably give him a hard smack, followed by one of the tightest hugs he’d probably ever receive. She’d listen to his tale, and scold him for not letting her help him even while understanding why he didn’t, and they would talk and catch up and he would introduce her to his sons. Maybe not the family she would be expecting, but he knew deep down that she would love them nonetheless. And, with a bit of luck, it would be just like old times…

“Perhaps, one day,” he said finally. There was still the Armor and Draxum to take care of, after all. But, if they survived all of that, then truly anything was possible. But, until then- “I will be fine,” Splinter gently insisted, giving his sons a genuine smile, “As long as I have my family with me, I will be fine.”

“And so will we,” Raph agreed, his younger brothers strongly and happily agreeing to that.

They helped their father pack his memories back into his chest, his small TV returning to its place on top of it, and then led him out of the room. Raph was suggesting they call in for pizza while Mikey suddenly remembered he had a dessert idea he wanted them all to try. Leo and Donnie began arguing over whether to watch that night’s sitcom line-up or pop in another movie. Not that it mattered, since Splinter would most likely take control of the remote, but he let them have their little debate anyway as a content smile remained on his furry face.

He would have many more stories to tell them, if they were ever interested. Stories about Shen and his manager, of other friends - actors and yokai - he knew during his time. Stories that were funny and exciting, and others that were bittersweet but still nice to share and to listen to. Stories that were sadder, perhaps even a bit tragic, but still an undeniable part of his life. If they wanted him to, he would share them all. He had promised them no more secrets, and they had promised him just as much support as he gave them.

But, until those moments came, he wouldn’t dwell on them - just as he wouldn’t dwell on possibly seeing Shen again, no matter how much he might have wished for it. After all, with his boys and their shenanigans, and with a warm and happy home and good food and a comfy chair to sit and watch great TV and classic movies in, Splinter decided that he was still much better off living in the present, no matter how appealing the past occasionally might have been.

His new life was as perfect as it could be, save for centuries old demons and warring warrior scientists, and he wouldn’t dare trade it - wouldn’t trade them - for all the second chances in the world.

THE END

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #splinter tmnt #lou jitsu #my writing #oneshot #fanfiction

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addytheheartbreaker · 5 years ago

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"Meet Bezai the Egg"

Name: Bezai Lebedev Cawthorn

Age: 26

Height: 5'9 ft

Weight: 60 kg

Mask singer belong to: Johnny Weir

Friends with: Doll, Dog, Rabbit, Ice Cream, Leopard, Poodle, Lion, Penguin, Bee, Eagle, Alien, Skeleton, Peacock, Ladybug, Purple Peacock.

Appearance: pale white slick side hair, white with gold rings eyes, gold eye-shadow, cheek bones, small beard, white painted nails with gray crack design and a slim but athletic body (figure skating body type).

Clothing style: his fashion design clothing, coats (mainly Russian, Japanese 30's - 50's coat style), fur coats, his egg sunhat, LOTS of bling and jewelly, eccentric or formal suits (Main clothing). Dresses (to his fashion design or Johnny's fashion design), figure skating suits and Johnny's fashion clothing (for formal, party and broadcast occasions).

Fun facts about Bezai:

•the eccentric, narcissistic, flamboyant, stylish and "all eyes on me" Egg man.

•Egg is born a American, Russian and French (his father is American-Russian while his grandfather is French) and he is Japanese ancestry from his mother's side.

•Bezai can speak Russian and French when he was just a child, he taught himself to learn russian then started understanding Japanese when he was 14. He also learned Japanese too when he was 16.

•He is an ally and one of the iconic people of LGBTQ with Leon and Victoria. His sexuality is gay. He is still single.

•Egg is a anime lover since in his early teens. He is a fan of Yuri on Ice and old anime style times. Him and Johnny talk about it on different times.

•Bezai had been keeping his sexuality a secret from public and from Johnny. Johnny has suspected from his behavior after he had found out he had suffered on keeping his sexuality a secret as Johnny was the first person to convinced him to come out and supported him since and today.

•the reason why kept his sexuality a secret is because he had been bullied since childhood.

•as a child, Egg is isolated and trying to fit in to many children and at school. He is an excellent and a honoured student which envied by many students as most boys bullied him. He is also been verbally harassed by boys by calling him homophonic names which is the reason on keeping his sexuality.

•hr started skating in age 15, he is a huge fan of Johnny Weir's skating performance leading him into interesting in skating and fashion.

•he is an egg lover who always eats and cooks egg related dishes. He is an excellent cook and Bezai eats and diet on a healthy lifestyle because of his skating career.

•He is not a fan of fast food because he prefer to eat healthier food. According to Bezai, he considered fast food "a place of wasting your health".

•he owned 4 pets at his mansion and had taking cared properly either himself or his servants. He owned a white stallion, a white snow fox, a Chihuahua and a swan.

•He is a iconic figure skater from Olympic culture, a fashion designer, a model and a interviewer of the Olympian Winter along side Johnny Weir.

•Egg has retired since 2016 due to his injuries gotten worse. But he can still skating properly and begin designing clothing and interview with several Olympian skaters to socialize and teaching/encouraging skaters.

•He had an accident during his skating performance since 2015. He got injured himself both his knee and hips when he is about to do the trick. That accident horrified Johnny concerning his safety.

•He has been pressured so much due to suffered anxiety issues and intense fear of disappointment/failure.

•when he pressured too much, he will 'crack' mentally. He is lucky that he hadn't harmed himself or commit recklessness.

•Bezai's mentor, Johnny is always worried of Bezai's health and his anxiety issues. Fearing the thought of Bezai doing something harmful to himself.

•He had bodyguards and servants to protect, escort and serving him because of his insecurity and needed emergency.

•Egg lived in his own mansion in the middle of a beautiful field, his mansion is a Victorian like castle, a farm for his vegetable harvesting (because of his healthy lifestyle) and his pet horse, a huge gym and a room filled with stuffed animals.

•he is actually a stuffed animal collector, he mainly collect panda, polar bears, snow fox, swans and fluffy and furry stuffed animals.

•Bezai has a soft spot for soft furry fur and he always sleep with a huge egg like bed inside a very soft cushions, pillows and a soft furry blanket. The reason why he is likes anything soft is because he is an Egg. (If you know what I mean)

•the reason why he is sleeping with an egg like bed is because he is afraid of getting caught by dust, germs and caught himself a cold. (If you remember the clues where Egg is inside a big egg container)

•He is a huge fan of Lady Gaga. He had an autograph from his favorite celebrity and he wanted the signature to his most favorite ice skating costume. He even listened to her songs and brought all albums.

•Egg is rocking with heels! He can wear them and dance with it like a real god he is. (Bezai: of course I can rock it, I'm fabulous!)

•He can wear both dresses and suits what ever he likes. If anyone dare to insult or gave him a homophobic insult at him, his bodyguards would murder/assassinated them. He will ignore it and do what ever he wants.

•Egg has a collection of champagne, he only drink it every weekends.

•Bezai and Nicol often compete to each other teasingly as frenemies. Because of the "their chemistry don't mix well" due to Dog's Gothic puck bad boy persona/style and Egg's flamboyant, narcissistic and stylish style didn't mix so well. Bezai often to teasing Nicol by smacking his butt, teasing him into something that makes him embarrassed and bragging for his closeness to Addy while Nicol often to do scare pranks at him (not too much or too far, but didn't do often because of Addy), fake threats, always pulled his egg hat and teased him about his favorite yaoi ships.

•Egg and Ice Cream are partners together before and after the Masked Singer. Because they both food related.

•Egg is really adored to Doll. Addy admired his flamboyance and stylishness (because I have a soft spot to guys with flamboyance and sassy attitude) and all his bling. While Bezai is being impress of Addy's talent, potential on fashion designing, her elegance and Egg literally saw Doll like a model.

•Egg really wanted Doll to become his model because of her beautiful features and body type. However, Doll doesn't wanted to due to my shyness and I had been told that I look like a super model. Bezai convinced me that I am until Nicol caught that attention.

•Bezai becomes Addy's fashionista/fashion designer, her modelling teacher and a good figure to influence her. Nicol proposed him to become Addy's influential to give her better confidence and helping her picking up clothes for her.

•His room when staying at the Masked Singer season 2 mansion, his room is of course Victorian like, pure white with a hint of jewels, ice, crystals and yellow. With his egg bed, fluffy carpet floor, his stuffed animals and mannequins clothing hanging beside his desk of his several designing clothes.

•Egg work out 4 hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to keep his body shape in the same body type.

•he owns two weapons: fork like trident and blades heels/shoes. He knows how to use it and he can fight himself for self defense. Despite he has bodyguards to protect him because of the concerning pressure, he can managed to fight alone or competing someone who challenged him or Egg challenging him.

•Bezai's powers is ice and his fighting style are swan technique style (it is actually flight, he prefer it to be called "Grace style"), agility and balancing (a fox style "skater's style") and some kicking attacks (using his blade heels/shoes)

•Egg is actually a friend to Eagle because they known each other in New York both are interviewers, Peacock since he is a fan to Peacock's performance in Las Vegas, Penguin, Poodle, Alien and Lion together meet each other at the gala every year then Leopard, Bee and Ladybug also met at the gala but the three both commonly have a royal like clothing together.

•Bezai met one of Addy's member from her gang. Narcis the Purple Peacock. Since 4 years ago before the accisent, they first met when Bezai is skating himself at the private skating ring until he notice Narcis's skating first and showing off his skills then the Purple Peacock is offering him a special free drink and complement his professional skating skills.

•the mysterious Russian Purple Peacock even gave him a nickname "ваши милости" ("your Graces" in English).

•Narcis is the one who helped the injured Bezai carrying him out if the ice. Bezai wanted to know who is the mysterious charming man and he also remembered he is actually a Russian man.

•Addy knew it because Narcis told her that he had met the iconic Egg man. He told her not to tell him just yet.

•Egg might have a crush on the mysterious Russian Purple Peacock.

•He CAN'T go out without wearing bling. (Bezai: trust me, I won't go outside the place without wearing my jewelry)

#the masked singer human au #the masked singer #the masked au #mask au #bezai lebedev cawthorn the egg #bezai lebedev cawthorn #bezai #masked singer

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mellz117 · 5 years ago

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Hello all and welcome to part 4 of my playthrough of KH2 on the PS2. If you haven't seen the previous entries please go do that.

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To recap: The Wonders of Twilight Town are boring as hell. We spoke to Namine again, Roxas finally realizes his life this week is a lie and starts to remember his life in the Organization. DiZ is racist against Nobodies but we already knew that. Roxas and Axel fight, I wanted to cry. Roxas meets Sora in his sleeping pod before disappearing, I wanted to cry.

And the adventure continues

I wanna know how Sora wakes up in the real world when Roxas merges with him in the virtual one. How in CoM does Sora go to sleep in Castle Oblivion, the whole-ass chamber and then some get transferred to Twilight Town, Roxas meets him in a virtual version of the mansion, and Sora wakes up in the real mansion in KH2? Nomura please explain this series. Is Final Fantasy ever this convoluted?

Donald and Goofy call out to Sora and we're once again reminded this is a Disney game. I don’t know why but the fact that Disney owns the original Kingdom Hearts characters bothers me. It means, unless DISNEY gives the OK, Sora will never be in Smash Bros. and that makes me sad.

I don't know much about comas but after a year of total inactivity, wouldn't your muscles atrophy like, A BUNCH? At least is wasn’t 7... OR VENTUS WITH A WHOLE DECADE WTF?

Again WHY COULDN'T JIMINY JUST KEEP EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN CHAIN OF MEMORIES WRITTEN DOWN IN HIS JOURNAL INSTEAD OF A CRYPTIC MEMO TO THANK NAMINE?

The trinity trio wanders out of the mansion, loot some chests, and find their way to the back alleys of town.

Hayner is rude RIGHT outta the gate, wow. Ok I remember that Pence actually met Roxas in Days, and so to me he seems to recognize Sora through his memories of Roxas despite the two sharing like, one visual similarly: blue eyes. But KH3 to my understanding reveals that the virtual versions of characters affect the real version so I dunno!! WHAT IS THIS SERIES?

"Have you finished the summer homework yet?" Olette asks Sora and his two ANIMAL COMPANIONS as if seeing two anthropomorphic animals is fucking normal in a town comprised entirely of humans and exactly one moogle.

Sora doesn't have any homework. For over a year he's been away from home and his mom couldn't make him go to school. I wonder how she's doing? Does she miss her son? Kingdom Hearts and parents don't gel.

I like how.. When Pence describes this cloaked figure who was looking for the trinity trio, as having big, round ears, they have to think about who it could possibly be. They’re not too bright.

Why is “sofa” capitalized? Also they weren't even sitting on it, neither of them were!

HAYNER IS A RUDE BOY! He tells us so ask Seifer about the town, as we are new. Bruh, if you’re this rude to us I’m sure how much worse Seifer and his posse are.

Seifer is immediately confrontational. “You here to pick a fight with us?” and Sora’s all like “No, we’re new here.” and DONALD FUCKING DUCK! INSULTS SEIFER AND NOW EVERYONE’S READY TO THROW DOWN! THANKS TO THIS DUMB FUCK DUCK!

But thank Christ big chungus appears out of nowhere and stops the children and two adult furries from causing a scene.

This dude is WAY too into the Struggle tournament. Seifer has an unwanted faaaaan! Bro, go away, you’re creeping on a teenager.

I wanna fight Seifer.

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I'm not working on this like I should be. I'm going on vacation soon and since we're all in quarantine I can't really do anything fun so this is the opportune time to catch up.

Moving on! We make our way to the train station and oh no, we're ambushed by Dusks! Because of COURSE we are. Who could've seen THAT coming? /s

I- I like how, even after hearing his voice, and seeing his fucking mousey silhouette, the gang STILL might not be sure this is their stupid rat king. One brain cell between the three of them, I swear, and Goofy is the primary carrier, and it only sometimes works.

Why do we need to purchase tickets to travel on a magical train embarking to an ethereal plane of existence? I guess it's the principal of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S CRYING!

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Pence is so cute. I didn't care much for him when I was younger but he's such a cutie.

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I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S SAD!

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It's fat cat Pete. For like ever, I had no idea he was a cat. Wonder what Maleficent saw in him to ally with him.

The trinity trio laughing about killing (or at least taking part in killing) Maleficent. "She's toast!" this sure is early 2000's dialogue...

Heartless everywhere! "You mean the worlds aren't at peace after all" well, no sweetie. It takes time for things to recover from horrible events. *looks at current state of the real world*

So like, I had no idea Yen Sid was a Keyblade warrior??? I had read about that in his Wiki page when I googled if any Keyblade warriors were left handed. (Ven might be, but more likely ambidextrous) But I guess being Mickey's teacher would imply his Keyblade wielder roots but whatever, I didn't pay attention when I was a teenager.

Yen Sid's decor is baffling. What are these bookshelves? What are these BOOKS? They're huge!

Good on Yen Sid for using singular “they” pronouns in 2005.

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On to our change of wardrobe. Without a doubt Sora's best look in the whole series, in my humble opinion. Lookit my handsome boy.

And Sora learns about drive forms, blah, blah, blah, powerful forms, gotta sacrifice something like in Duel Monsters, in this case an ally.

Yen Sid is so boring.

All seriousness and tension is just broken as soon as Goofy’s name is uttered, at least Sora and Donald have normal names wtf.

It’s interesting how like, 15 years later, Union X explains how Maleficent was able to return after her defeat. Something about, as long as someone from your original time remembers you and you have a physical object to represent you you’re able to basically some back from the dead. Right? Am I right on that? I haven’t played it but I’m hanging by a thread on this loop.

Sora’s hard work down the drain...

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Hollow Bastion! And of course there’s trouble. Heartless, Nobodies, and Yuffie, oh my!

A problem sequels have to work around is when the protagonist needs to relearn their abilities. KH does a well and good job with this one. In CoM, it’s a different battle style, in KH2 Sora’s been asleep for a hear prior.

Also, Merlin “leant” Sora some magic spells? How does that work? Like, once you learn it you can’t just... give that knowledge back...?

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How old is Leon? He has no right being this pretty.

Another ambush by Nobodies. Give it a rest, would ya? Battle ensues, Leon deals the final blow against an enemy, and as the camera usually does, zooms in on the victor and we get a nice slow-mo crotch shot of Leon. Thanks, game... Then, Xemnas’s very sexy, very manly voice echoes across town and the organization appears before our protagonists. I’m weak.

Demyx’s laugh, dude. I love it. Sora is ready to throw hands with anyone in his way. Honey, you’re barely out of a magic coma and this dude is like, two whole feet taller than you. Not to mention very fit.

I’m done thirsting over Xemnas...

After a few taunting words, the new villains depart, Donald attempts to give chase somehow? Where you gonna go? They disappeared behind dark corridors. It seems Goofy is still holding onto that shared brain cell.

The Bastard

I like the majority of the Organization. Xigbar is definitely one of my favorites based on this next scene alone. He’s so snarky and full of shit. I love it. He’s great. He was definitely a stoner at some point.

I’m confused though. “He used to give me that same exact look!” the Wiki says Xigbar’s talking about Ven but I always thought he was referring to Roxas? Did Braig and Ven have a history? That’s implied in Days (which released before BbS) IDK dude. I’m surprised I’ve gone this long without spoiling myself too much on BbS. Like, a few story beats here and there but a lot of it isn’t gonna be known until I play it.

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The dialogue for KH2 was so different from the first game. It dates itself so much in comparison.

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Xiggy stands like this for 7 whole seconds parting with a condescending “Be a good boy now!” before disappearing. I love this fucker.

Leon, who’s been sitting on the sidelines this whole time, joins Sora and the others after the real threat is gone. We chitchat for a little bit and say our goodbyes. It’s time to leave this place and move on to one of two available worlds.

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At the Beast's Castle. After fighting a hoard of Shadows, the least intimidating enemy in the series (although the demon tower in kh3 is quite frightening nlg), the Beast himself makes his appearance, takes out the Heartless that suddenly stop multiplying upon his arrival, disgracefully shoves his supposed friends aside, and takes his precious rose to the west wing, which is where it SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. ADAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

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No joke one of the funniest actual gags in the whole series is:

*Donald Duck manhandling Cogsworth*

Cut to Sora saying "I'm glad you're OK." to Lumiere

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OK the minigame where you gotta light the magic torches, why do we have to make sure Cogsworth has enough strength to keep the lever down when we have two perfectly capable companions that can hold it down instead? I remember this sequence being a lot more annoying when I was a teen.

Xaldin's voice makes me feel things. Ahhh he sounds so tired lol. He peaces out and we fight the Beast. I remember getting him to calm down being harder.

"Xaldin used my anger to control me!" Says Beast. He angers very easily so this must have been a cinch. Xaldin's been obsessed with him since Days so I would imagine this intel would come in handy.

More fodder to fight and on to the boss. Phase one is just an angrier version of the Darkball Heartless. Phase two is just skinny Ganon. I like its design though.

“Belle, I’m sorry. I wasn’t myself, being all rude and overall kind of a jackass to you and my servants” Except that’s kinda how you’ve always been lmao. Just because you couldn’t choose not to be an ass here doesn’t change that this IS in character. Still gotta work on that a bit.

“You don’t have to apologize” No, no he still does.

They all reconcile and the Trinity Trio departs until Xaldin shows up again to wreak more havoc.

Time to move on to the next world.

#mellz plays kh2 #Kingdom Hearts series #Kingdom Hearts 2 #square enix #disney #PlayStation 2

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