#I didn't really hit ninja on this one sorry :(

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

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It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.” 

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you. 

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling. 

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him. 

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully. 

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

[corkinavoid]

Case File: Danny’s Call

This snippet vibes to Drunk by Tiscore

Danny sits on the edge of the balcony, legs dangling over the drop like the fall down is no scarier than a skipped step on a staircase. Gotham skyline stretches before him in jagged silhouettes and neon bruises, streetlights flickering like tired eyes. It’s late — way past 'should be asleep' and squarely in 'why are you still awake' territory — and deep into the kind of quiet that presses heavy on the chest.

He takes a deep breath, lungs filling with the faint smell of smog and distant promise of rain. A whole week of summer heat is coming to an end, it seems.

From inside the penthouse, muffled sounds drift through the glass doors: Cujo’s barking, excited and sharp, Dani’s laughter trailing after it. She's probably teasing him with something he’s not allowed to chew, or maybe they are both trying to chase Vlad’s cat for sport. Somewhere in the kitchen, Jazz is moving around quietly, teacups clinking — she always makes tea after stress.

The Fenton version of calm after a storm.

Danny’s phone glows pale blue in his hand, thumb hovering over the screen. He scrolls through the contact list without purpose, past names he knows too well — Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Val, Kwan and Star, even Vlad. All of them tangled in the same strange mess of half-truths and ghost stories that make up his life.

He hits 'Call' on one name that is not part of it before he can second-guess himself.

It rings — once, twice, over and over with no answer — then goes to voicemail. And Danny knows he should hang up, should just leave it alone and go on with his life — afterlife, ha — without thinking too hard about it, like he did dozens, hundreds of times before.

But instead, he exhales and starts talking.

"Hey, Caroline," he starts, voice tired but lips still stretching in a smile because that's a polite, nice thing to do, "it’s Danny. Sorry I’m calling so late but something happened and I- nothing urgent, nothing bad, everything is fine," he rushes to add, like trying to stop someone from hanging up. Which… she technically already has, kind of.

"Just… my friend was hurt. I fixed it, everything’s okay, he’s better now, but-" His voice catches slightly, and the pause stretches as Danny takes a moment to breathe and look up into the sky. It's empty — there are no stars in Gotham, just a dim, gray blanket of light pollution and a whole lot of dark corners.

Nothing to guide him through the blizzard.

"I don’t know why I’m calling, sorry," he admits with a soft, awkward laugh, running a hand through his hair. Leaning forward over the railing, he watches the glittering abyss of streets yawning beneath — it doesn't scare him, but it doesn't call to him either. There's no allure to jumping from high places when you can't really fall. "You can delete it. I guess I’m just… lost? My life is a mess, and everyone I know is already in this mess with me. And I think I need someone who’s not."

He pauses, frowning at himself, "Ugh, wait, no, I shouldn’t say that, it sounds like I’m about to unload my whole life story on you, but I won’t — didn't plan to, at least — I’m-"

Beep.

The message cuts off, a mechanical voice telling him it's too long in fake sympathy. Danny stares at the screen for a moment or two until it fades to black, sighs, then lets his head fall back as he closes his eyes.

This was stupid, why did he do that.

But then the phone rings in his hand a second later.

–○–

And they talked very awkwardly for, like, five minutes, both apologizing every ten seconds, because they are idiots in love with poor social skills.

Tim didn't pick up at first because he was busy questioning the surviving assassins. The experience of talking to Danny in Caroline’s voice, while dressed in Red Robin suit, with two knocked-out ninjas two feet away from him was maybe the single most surreal thing related to identity porn that he's been through. Vigilante kind of troubles, you know.

This is a part of Crime Scene Do Not Cross fic and happens after Chapter 4.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for scamming my ex out of an extremely valuable virtual pet?

🐓🥤to recognize. This might be a very long post with a lot of added context for a very niche hobby and a very small actual conflict.

I religiously play a virtual pet site called Chicken Smoothie. It's a pretty old site as far as virtual pet games go, starting back in 2008, so there is a pretty solid established site economy. Just for some context, Every pet on the site has a rarity, ranging from "OMG So Common" to "OMG So Rare", being the most common and most rare respectively. But there are rarities within those rarities, where some OMGSRs can be worth more than others based on species and demand. For example, an OMGSR dog from 2008 will be worth more than an OMGSR rat from 2008 despite being the same highest rarity and year, because people prefer the dogs over rats. These pets can get extremely valuable. You can't sell them for real money (according to site rules, but of course there's a black market), but the site has its own virtual currency you can buy (with real money) and trade for called Chicken Dollars, and you can also trade a valuable pet for other valuable pets. It gets very complicated, with the community coming up with its own set of value terms each pet can have. I'm not getting into specifics there, that's not important.

Every year, on December 18th, CS has gift boxes you can adopt from. These gift boxes can contain any rare pet from any previous year, including special "Unreleased pets" that you can only get from these Dec 18th boxes, with a very slim chance. These unreleased pets are some of the most valuable and rarest in the game.

Recently, I had seen my ex posting on the forums. I didn't know he had an account, he had made it within this year, long after I got the fuck away from him, and I only knew it was him because he uses the same username everywhere. This person had groomed me, physically abused me when we were together (we no longer live anywhere near each other, thankfully) and has always been emotionally manipulative. He does not know I play, and he wouldn't recognize my account as me. I took a note of his account and left it be for a while, until December 18th hit and I took a peek at what he had got. And what he got was one of the new Unreleased pets, which currently at the time of writing this only looks like a box of cereal. (Most pets on the site have growth stages.) And even better, all his groups were open for trade, so I took a chance and sent an extremely terrible trade. I told him that this pet would only be a recent rare, and I offered him a "Very Rare" rarity (but not very valuable) pet from 2018, telling him I was overpaying. (In the CS community, this is known as Ninjaing, and it's Not A Good Thing To Do). I didn't expect him to accept it, I at least thought he'd be smart enough to ask in the trade advice thread that is literally pinned on the home page for December 18th, but he didn't. He took my word for it and accepted the trade, and now I own an unreleased pet that will eventually end up as an OMGSR.

What I did was not a bannable offence. He will not get his unreleased pet back. The CS mods are laughable at worst, incompetent at best, and don't do anything to stop scamming. They have an "eh, sucks to be you, sorry, be smarter next time" mentality when people get scammed (Which is insane because there are literal single digit aged children allowed on this site!!!)

After taking a bit to think about it, I do feel a bit guilty because I really would not do this in any other circumstances. I hate scamming. I did what I did out of anger and contempt, and I do feel a bit guilty because in essence, I scammed a new player that didn't have much else and didn't know any better.

I'm still keeping that unreleased cereal box no matter what though

What are these acronyms?

[irlyluvosamu]

reuniting after the merge ── ninjago x reader , ft. lloyd garmadon ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

reader has no elemental power. they're self-trained in karate, and have some anger issues lol.

" elemental powers are overrated, i much rather fight with my words n fists...or maybe yk, an old rusty pipe? "

with no idea how or why they ended up here, reader has made it they're mission to get back to their loved ones. no matter the cause.

a/n: tried a new style of writing, prob won't stick with it, just experimenting...finishing dragons rising made me write this at 1am.

"let me get this straight──"

reader watched as a kid, around their age, walk back n forth around them. he had brown, messy hair, a black turtle necked shirt, dusty green cargos and a busted baseball ball over his shoulder.

he rubs the bridge of his nose with his two fingers as he spoke to reader.

"you've been out here, all by yourself for almost 4 months now- you've barely eaten anything──" the reader picks at the rock their sitting on, both listening and zoning out while listening to the boy. "── i find you injured on the side of a mountain, after getting chased by a "dragon", your telling me your looking for the ninja, who are probably dead in my-"

he froze suddenly.

feeling the breeze of the metal knife swift pass his cheek, stabbing the tree trunk close to him...he looks back at reader, locking eyes with their cold, [eye colored], eyes.

"sorry, i forgot you don't like──" he stopped talking. reader cross back their legs and sat comfortably on the rocks again.

"have you not heard of the ninja? you act like this is their first time in a situation like this."

the boy just stared at reader.

"this is ALL of our first time being in a "situation" like this!"

you grunt as you hopped off the rock, making your way to the knife stabbed in the bark of the trunk. with a grunt, reader manages to pull the weapon out and roll their eyes, "whatever── uh, what's your name again?"

the boys eye twitched as he watched reader walk by, back to their previous spot by the rock.

"adam...my name is adam...for the 24th time-"

reader hummed happily, cutting the boy off. "oh yeah! now i remember!"

the boy, named adam, exhaled loudly, however before he could respond, a loud thud was heard a short distance away. reader and adam locked eyes almost immediately after haaring it, worry and fear written all over them.

they thought they lost the dragons, could they have smelt them out? not the point right now, reader. gotta get out of this situation first.

reader grabbed adam by the wrist and pulls them both behind the rock, squatting to hide themselves better.

they two of them peek their head out to see two earth dragons circle around the area not too far from them. they looked more bigger then before.

"what do we do?" adam asked, the two still watching the dragons carefully.

"we fight- duh!"

"excuse me?" adam whisper yells, causing reader to slam their hand over his mouth and duck back down behind the rock. the dragons heads moved to their direction.

adam pulls their hand away harshly, "you cannot be serious, you'll get ripped to shreads and become those beasts tonights dinner!"

reader didn't respond. angry at the point adam could be right. their still injured from their last incounter with the dragons; falling from a mountain top and surprisingly not dead; reader's ankle took a nasty hit.

hurts to walk. nightmare to run.

"you don't even have powers and your ankle is sore, your in no condition to fight two massive beats like dragons!"

"and you have a half broke baseball bat, and a stupid nose ring- your no help either. unless the dragons want a nose piercing!"

"why are you being snappy with me!?"

"you started it!"

"did not!"

"did too!"

"didn't!"

"did!-"

adam now slammed his palm over reader's mouth, hearing the breathing of one of the dragons right behind the rock they were hiding behind.

reader and adam locked widened eyes, unsure what to do right now. is this really how they both die? injured and reader hasn't even completed their mission in finding their friends.

.

.

"hey, nasty!!"

all three, readers, adams, and the earth dragons head spun behind them, seeing a boy dressed in orange and black hair and a girl with pink hair and cat ear headphones.

each of them had marks on, so reader couldn't see how they looked. the boy sounded 14, while the girl sounded 15.

"pick on someone your own size!!"

"arin, that's not the best line to use in this kind of situation!" the girl yelled, seeing the dragon now charge toward the two.

adam and reader watched as the two kids dodged and fought the dragon. standing in their spot dumbfounded; "where did those kids even come from?" adam asked and reader shrugged, "do-do we thank them after? i'm not su-"

reader froze in realization as they watched the fight.

"what?"

"...weren't there two of them?"

feeling hot breath shiver down their backs, the two elder teenagers turned around slowly only to come face to face with the dragons brother.

"dont...move.." adam whispered and reader's eyebrows furrowed; "we're about to get mauled by a giant dragon, and your telling us to not move??"

"don't be stupid. this dragon is blind.." reader locked eyes with the dragon. adam was right. "then what do we do?"

adam paused before speaking up quietly, "slowly...we step away from its face. i don't think it can smell us, so if we move away ever so slowly we will be okay."

and they did just that. the dragons snout got closer n closer to readers face when they began to move to the left slowly. the hot breath of the dragon caused the to cringe.

just as they thought they were in the clear, reader stepped on a twig causing it to snap. they froze hearing the dragon roar and turn its body to reader's direction.

"reader, MOVE!"

not needing to be told twice, reader jumped out of the way as the dragon suddenly attacked with his giant claw. adam got his baseball bat out, picking up a small rock and tossing it in the air, hitting it with the bat, watching it go flying towards the dragons head.

time froze as the rock bounced off the dragons head, adam felt beads of sweat droop down his forehead, and he chuckled nervously.

the dragon's attention was now drawn to adam...who attempted to grab another rock, but he ended up falling backwards, twisting his ankle and he yelped in pain, falling to the floor.

"great." reader spoke to themself, looking around to see if they can find something, anything, to help adam but their mind was scattered left and right.

adam could actually die right in front of their eyes.

do they run? they're ankle hurts like he'll now because of all this movement. fight? with what, adam was right, they don't have any powers. it's a being of great size, they have nothing to fight back with.

"what do you do, what do you do!?"

suddenly a bright, green flash of light caused reader to duck down as a energy ball blasts te dragon off its feet.

"woah!!" both adam and the pink haired girl shouts as adam crawled toward reader and the girl jumped out of the way of the dragon who crashed into his brother the two were currently fighting off.

"awh man, there was a party and nobody invited me?" reader turned their head toward a familair voice. seeing a boy dressed in green land on top of a rock after throwing the energy ball.

"i'm hurt, you guys!" reader couldn't see, but the boy in green had a playful smile under his mask. the two now injured dragons, flee away from the scene to recover...the boy named arin and the pink haired girl watched them fly off.

"yeah, that's right! fly away while you still have wings!"

arin pants has he falls to his knees, catching his breath. his friend, who he called sora during the fight, caught him and smiled fondly.

reader was still looking at the green figure, who's eyes locked with theirs. Adam felt a small tension between this stare off. "reader...are you──"

reader stood up, letting go of adam who watched them walk slowly toward the green boy.

"reader.." the boy in green spoke softly...removing his mask to revel his face.

reader's breath hitched...recognizing the boy immediately.

"reader!" he laughed, sprinting towards them. he dropped his sword mid running and engulfes reader in a tight hug, his hands gently grabbing their hair and his head in the crook of their neck.

"i thought....i'd never see you again!!" his voice cracked as he spoke, tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

"lloyd.. is that really-"

the blonde boy pulled away and looked at reader with a sad smile, placeing his forward on theirs and pushed a piece of hair behind their ear.

he nods, humming happily; "it is.."

readers eyes widened, feeling tears form in their eyes buy they buried their face in their long lost lovers shoulder.

while the two had their small reunion, arin and sora walked over to adam who watched the scene unfold. "is your ankle okay?" sora asked the brunette, who looked up at the girl and the boy.

however, arin was smiling at the two ninjas in front of him.

"uh, yeah; just a lil' bit sore.."

"i think i can wrap it up for you, if you want. you can come back with us. looks like lloyd wouldn't be too upset with that idea..." she smiled softly, helping adam up to his feet, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and followed arin who ran toward the two lovers with a happy smile.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH38

Rip to these promising mages. I assume they will not survive this massacre.

IS that where her lungs and kidneys are? Because like. She's huge. Her entire body is behind her. Do you really think she'd keep her vital organs in the little human bulb on the front?

I mean, he has a point. What are you going to do? Fight off more hoardes of dragons?

oh noooo, Kabru.... too bad. That's so unfortunate.... anyway.

It's curious that Laios only got knocked away. He was just as likely to have had his head squished like a grape.

Guys, this is absolutely not the time to be concerned for her privacy.

Yes, queen. Free the tiddy. Murder everyone in this dungeon. I support women's rights and women's wrongs.

.......that's. One way to do that. I guess.

.......what's that rock about.

Oh, I see. That's convenient.

This guy dungeons! Maybe he even dragons.

So we got north (tallmen? dwarves?) and then the easterners.... and now the elves of the west?

He's going to give her to the Americans?! ಠ_ಠ

To be fair, at least they HAD a plan. And they executed it. It's more than you did. I don't mean to point fingers but... at least they... ya know... did something.

Kabru's like 'no, no, hang on, I need to hear what batshit fucked up thing this dude is going to say next, this is important'

Laios is so stressed he broke character.

Then again, maybe it's healthy to let them slug it out a bit. Get it out of their system.

It's true. They wore fitbits and everything.

...hey, hold on a second.

Now hold on a minute.

Damn, this is. Kind of even worse because. I guess I could have guessed that Toshi was just pretending to be polite, like you do. Cultural differences.

But the painful thing is, Laios doesn't seem surprised. He just seems resigned. He's been told before that he's difficult to get along with. To the extent that he doesn't even consider Marcille and Chillchuck his friends? Even though they arguably both care about him? But because Toshiro didn't bother to be deadpan about him being a bit odd at times, Laios thought it meant that was fine.

And that kinda hurts. Like damn. Laios just wanted to make a true connection. And I can't really blame Toshiro either, he was just trying to keep the peace but. Damn.

Free her! Let her do her illegal magics! She deserves it! （︶^︶）

Thoughts:

Senshi just being annoyed about that one last harpy looking for scraps.... like "shoo, this ain't the time"

That gnome seems genuinely nice. I'm sorry Falin squished his pet undyne.

Kabru hugging his..... mage? Girlfriend???? Seems very...one sided. Kinda feel bad for her.

Laios and Toshiro still going at it, I see. Get it allout, boys.

Uhhhhhhhhhh ninja girls.

Aww, doggo.

Last question: Where did the cat go?

Senshi: I can fix that.

Are you all worried because he's finally making sense?!?!

Laios and he punched their singular braincells into several new ones, it seems.

F./....Falin... please give the caterpillar some privacy........

My man, maybe lead with that............

I can't believe Marcille was potentially more forward about her feelings.......

"his pupils are dilated" yes, thank you sherlock. You've finally realized what everyone else who meets Laios feels almost immediately. he's a monster freak club card carrying member. Welcome.

p.....pubby......

As long as he was also inside the dungeon with them.... yes.

The issue with Kabru isn't that he isn't trying his best. It's that Laios isn't trying at all.

On a scale of one to Kabru, how badly do you react to being offered a food you don't want to eat?

......oh no. He's so pathetic it's funny. He's growing on me.

Absolute morons, the pair of them. Immovable object meets unstoppable force. The funniest combination ever. Ghost type and normal type pokemon, forever throwing moves at each other that will never hit. Laios thinking he's made a friend. Kabru just barely stopping himself from killing Laios. Best comedy pair. Tom and Jerry in a can.

Anyway. What a great manga.

[oldwritingm]

I love your ninjago stuff. Could we get the ninja team reaction to y/n dying, then poof turned out it was just a nightmare as y/n is next to them when they wake up.

I'm glad you like my writing! :D Here ya go, friend!

Ninjago - Ninjas Having a Nightmare Where You Die

Zane

In the dream, you guys had been on a mission together

He calculated the exact amount of time it would take to escape the enemy base, which was set to lock down and then self destruct, and even left you with a timer so you'd know when to get going

He went ahead to clear the way and prepare the Bounty for pickup, trusting you to make it out in time

His calculation was wrong. The bounty was sent soaring with the shock of the massive explosion, and he watched in horror knowing you were still inside

He woke up with a start, frantically looking around the room

He realized that it was a nightmare, but he was still worried

Seeing you sleeping by his side, he let out a sigh

He just watched you for a while, thinking about the dream

He didn't want to wake you; you just looked so peaceful

Besides, your serenity was infectious; he began to relax as he watched your chest rise and fall

He quietly resolved to never, never, make such a mistake; he'd have to start double-checking his work

A little smile found his lips when he decided this, and he gradually lowered himself back onto the bed

He'd keep you safe, no matter what

Safe, like you were beside him now, with his arm draped over you protectively

Cole

The dream was actually a good dream at first

You were eating ice cream together in your favorite parlor in Ninjago

Cole was eating the best ice cream he ever tasted, and he was saying as much to you

He was completely distracted, so he didn't notice the suspicious group entering the parlor

Before he knew it they had attacked, leaving you on the floor while they ran away

He dropped to the ground, dumbfounded, horrified, watching the light fade from your eyes

His eyes flew open, and he found himself whispering your name

You woke up, turning over with a little groan to see what was wrong

He let out a loud sigh when he saw your face, and he hugged you close to his chest, planting a kiss atop your head

"Nothing. Nothing... just a nightmare."

"Mmm... okay... love you."

"I love you too."

He feels a lot better when you're in his arms, and he's able to dismiss the whole ordeal as a silly dream that he'd never let happen in reality

Kai

In his dream, you were both being attacked by a group of really strong adversaries

Kai was held back by just one of them, forced to his knees and unable to move

He was forced to watch as they executed you, completely powerless

He screamed and writhed, but it was all futile

He awoke in a cold sweat, shouting your name while he flew out of bed

You jumped out of bed too, assuming something was happening

When he saw you, he ran to envelop you in his arms

He squeezed you tight, tears falling down his face while he whispered into your shoulder

"I'm sorry... I—I wasn't strong enough..."

"Kai, what are you talking about? Are you okay?"

He doesn't say anything, but you can guess it was a nightmare

You hug him back, reassuring him that everything was fine

You tell him that he's strong, and at first he shakes his head, but he nods a little when you insist

Once he's fully reassured, he swears to always protect you, and holds you close while you fall back asleep

Jay

You were both fending off villains on a perilous cliffside

Failing miserably, you were forced to the very edge, and one final blow sent you over, plummeting to the hard rocks below

Jay dove over the edge, grabbing your wrist with one hand and holding the cliff with the other

But his hands were sweaty with nerves, and you began to slip

You pleaded for your life, begging Jay to hold on tighter

He awoke just before you hit the ground

He sat up with a start, looking around frantically

He shook your shoulder violently when he saw you

"Y/n! Y/n!!'

"Wha? Jay??"

"Oh thank goodness you're alive!!"

He describes the dream in detail, quivering at the memory

You bring his head to rest on your chest while you listen, nodding sleepily while he talked

He wonders anxiously aloud if something like that would ever actually happen

You have to reassure him that it was only a dream, and it'd never happen in real life

When he's finally calmed, he thanks you quietly

You feel tears beginning to stain your pajamas, and you run your fingers through his hair gently to calm him

The softness of the moment puts you both back to sleep :]

Lloyd

He dreamed that you had been captured by an Oni, one who particularly hated Lloyd

He was trying to rescue you, stealthily sneaking into the Oni's camp

But the Oni saw him, and a disgusting smirk grew on its face

He made eerie eye contact while grabbing you by your collar and forcing you to look at Lloyd

He executed you on the spot, laughing when Lloyd began to scream

He awoke with his heart racing and his breathing ragged

He whipped his head to the side, sighing loudly when he saw your peaceful face

The commotion he made roused you, and you smiled tiredly when you met his eyes

Then, noticing that he was distressed, you asked what was wrong

He described the dream in short detail, but you could tell it bothered him

So you nuzzled into his chest, assuring him that it was only a dream

He agrees with you, but he doesn't believe it until he's sure that you're really there

He runs his hands through your hair, around your back, down to your hands, and finally to cup your cheek before he's convinced

Then, planting a kiss on your lips, he's finally able to go back to sleep

Nya

In the dream, you were caught in a trap

The trap was a metal room, its walls set to grow closer together until whatever was inside was crushed

Nya was outside the room, panicking as she tried to navigate the trap's inner workings

She cut wires, smashed buttons, flipped switches—but none of it worked

She knew she failed when you let out one final shout and then went quiet

When she awoke, tears were already streaming down her face

But when she noticed you at her side, she threw her arms around your chest

You awoke, smiling at first and wrapping your arms around her waist in turn

But you frowned when you felt her quivering, as well as the dampness of her eyes

"Woah, hey, what's wrong?"

"I... just a horrible dream... stupid, really."

Nya sniffed, wiping her eyes and trying to smile for you

You knew that you couldn't coax anything out of her that she didn't want to share, so you just held her, telling her how much you loved her

Eventually she admitted what the dream was about, and you told her that it was totally unrealistic

She giggled a little at that, agreeing that she'd never fumble like that in real life

So, with satisfied smiles on both of your faces, you drifted back off to sleep

Thank you so much for this request,, it was so cute!! And thanks for reading, take care sweeties <33

(divider by saradika)

[starkenobi]

Demonic Domination | chapter one: lo hecho está hecho.

masterlist — demonic domination masterlist — prologue

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader.

Summary: Y/N doesn’t classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she’s just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it’s difficult when you’re rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it’s cool because it gives her a lot of stories… Until her feet touch New York grounds. It’s all downhill from there.

chapter warnings: none.

When Konshu announced that there was an important mission, Jake thought it would be another gang or a terrorist group, perhaps a theft of objects that humans shouldn't be playing with or even trafficking and clandestine sale of some artefact.

He expected everything except to find a house full of scientific paraphernalia and a girl locked in a dark room. A weapon in the wrong hands, Konshu said harshly, but Jake only saw a girl who had her life stolen and tortured.

A victim.

"Hey, I'm Moon Knight, I'll get you out of here, okay? Kid, can you hear me? Dammit, Steve, I can see she's unresponsive."

The young woman was covered in blood from head to toe, dried blood with clear signs of torture. It didn't take long to remove the iron chains that held her to the ceiling, but it took some work to get her out of the anklets, the shine and quality of the material indicating a high technology.

But nothing could be that simple with his missions. So, Jake felt several punctures in his abdomen and arms as soon as she was freed from the restraints. Red blades hit him with precision. Luckily, he was wearing the suit.

"Shit. She has powers. Couldn't you have warned us, Konshu?"

With no answers from the Egyptian god, with Steve talking too much in their headspace and Marc starting to get worried, Jake needed to act quickly before the situation really got out of control.

He tried to talk to the young woman once more, maybe calm her down with words before taking drastic measures. Maybe Steve could be right once again.

"We're here to help. You're safe now."

But when another red blade came out of the young woman and tried to hit him in the head, Jake knew there was no other option.

He muttered a somber "I'm sorry, kid." before knocking the young woman out in the head.

Sighing heavily, Jake picked her up and left that bizarre place. The night that had once been lit by the moon was now raining heavily, a clear sign of a sudden storm. Jake tried to ignore the strange feeling in his chest, but the news had confirmed that there’d be a week off of dry spell.

“What are we going to do now?” Steve asked in their headspace.

“I’ll put her in the taxi and take her home.” Jake declared.

“Home?” Marc repeated incredulously. “She needs a hospital and the police. We did our part.”

“Lo hecho está hecho.” Jake replied, putting an end to the discussion before it began. “We’re going to adopt the stray ​​while we don’t have answers, pendejo.”

—

Nothing like one day after another. A routine. No big news, the big gossip revolving around who ate whose sandwich that was in the office fridge or that the dog peed on someone’s shoe again.

From Monday to Friday there was no possibility of anything unexpected happening. Everything was safe. Full of rules. Monotonous to the extreme. A 9am to 4pm job, with about an hour for lunch, and the possibility of several trips to get a coffee.

Without the risk of dealing with angry customers since that was the most isolated part of the department. The actual activity was spent the whole day holed up in an office making calls, writing and reviewing paperwork before the deadline. While it’s good that the amount of paper's decreasing, thanks to technology, spending hours on a computer tired her eyes.

Anyway, was it possible to die from being exhausted from the same old thing? Sure, tired from so much work and the same old thing.

She was tempted to shout 'fire' and risk the work safety rules just to get some reaction on that fateful friday. It was at times like that that she, unfortunately, had to agree with Marc. Taking that job was a terrible idea.

Okay, she was making money fast, but at what cost?

However, she couldn't take other people's opinions into consideration, since Marc didn't know anything about the adult life of a mere mortal. Steven, fine, worked at the museum. Jake, maybe, he played cab driver sometimes. But Marc? Good heavens, Marc lived in a reality where his so-called weekly job was to be the fist of a naked bird!

“Necromancer, you can't keep avoiding your destiny.”

“Shit.” Y/N hissed under her breath as she spilled some of her coffee on the office desk, luckily not getting any paper dirty. “I'm bored, but it's not that deep.”

Frowning, she controlled herself from turning in the direction of the voice. It's best to pretend she didn't know it was there so it would go away quickly.

She then glanced discreetly at the computer screen, finding a slightly disfigured lady standing right behind her chair, hovering a few inches off the floor.

Sighing heavily, Y/N finished cleaning up the spilled coffee before drinking the liquid from the mug again. The visits were becoming more frequent, perhaps it was time to change jobs once again.

“Necromancer.”

“Fuck.” Y/N cursed impatiently.

Ignoring the looks from her coworkers, she got up in a hurry, walking to the kitchen in long strides. Pouring the rest of the coffee into the sink, she washed the mug giving up on caffeine.

Knowing that there would be no point in staying there working overtime, she went back to her desk to turn off her computer and grab her bag. She said goodbye to the group still in the office, quickly heading towards the emergency staircase. Going down the five flights of stairs with ease, it didn't take long to reach the small lobby.

She kept her pace fast until she passed through the door, stopping only after she reached the corner of the street to debate if it was better to go home walking or running.

“Necromancer, there’s no point in avoiding your fate.”

“Stop trying to collect a debt that doesn’t belong to me!” Y/N hissed, finally facing the spirit that was still following her.

“Do you really not remember, necromancer?”

She frowned, finding the question confusing. The spirits' behavior was becoming increasingly odd, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Before she could retort, the spirit disappeared in a blur at the same time she heard footsteps behind her.

“What are you doing standing here alone, bug?”

Turning around, she came face to face with Steven. “Huh, was trying to remember if I left the charger at the office before I went home for good.”

“If you say so,” Steven arched a brow, offering to hold her bag.

“What are you doing here, by the way?” Y/N asked, holding one of his arms before starting to walk again. “Came to make sure that I’m crossing the street safely?”

“Why do you make me feel like a senior father?” Steven lamented, allowing to be pulled by her in the direction of their apartment.

“Cause you guys decided to bring the ‘three men and a baby’ with a twist to real life?” She fired back, a smug smile on her face.

Steven flashed her a huge smile back. “Marc's saying that Jake's a terrible influence on you.”

“He's just saying that because I called him daddy in front of Layla.”

“What?”

“Oh, you didn't know?” Y/N smirked, knowing full well that Marc was still embarrassed. “Saw him trying to dismiss a woman at the door, so I called him daddy to make her uncomfortable and leave. But lo and behold, it was actually Layla.”

“Oh, that's hilarious.” Steven wheezed from how hard he's laughing.

“C'mon, less laughing and more walking.” She sassed him. “Wanna finish our Star Wars marathon this weekend.”

—

Do you really not remember?

Do you remember?

Open your eyes.

Remember.

Remem-

Y/N woke up with a start.

Trying to catch her breath, she noticed the sun had disappeared and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Shit. She fell asleep without planning to.

“My love.”

Y/N’s mind stuttered to a halt, before launching into motion as she quickly turned towards the female’s voice. “Fuck!”

“Eloquent as always, I see,” the woman said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Y/N hissed, grabbing the first thing within reach – her umbrella.

The woman raised her hands, a melancholic smile on her slips. “I was hoping my messengers were wrong, but it really seems you've forgotten.”

“I won't ask you again,” she growled.

“I have many names, some call me Rio.” the woman answered, her voice sweet as honey. “But you, my love, you know me as Death.”

“What?”

“I'm sorry, my love, I know now that you don't have your memories,” the woman, Death, smiled sweetly as she stepped closer. “But we have things to discuss now that you're free.”

Stood frozen, Y/N utterly stunned. “What?”

Death chuckled, snapping her fingers to make the umbrella disappear so she could hold Y/N's hands. “You've made an oath, my love, a long time ago.”

And I came to collect it.

Demonic Domination officially started! You'll notice some references from the mcu and the comics, I'm cooking something here and I really hope you guys like it! The first chapter is the last bit of introduction. So buckle up! From now on, we're going to start the real deal: following around the occultist detective and her harem Y/N Constantine and the gang.

comments, reblogs and likes are welcomed and appreciated! thank you for reading and supporting my writing 💜

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[i-m-art-ix]

Ninjago headcanons just FSM family

(Sorry for my English but it is not my native language)

1#

Lloyd discovered one day that if he just calls Wu uncle he can get out of any trouble (because Wu adores his nephew), which he often uses to his advantage, for example, when he was still a child, he would often approach Wu and ask for various things, and if Wu did not agree, he would simply say "Okay, Uncle Wu" in the saddest voice he could, which made Wu immediately change his mind and agree. As Lloyd got older he stopped using it as much but still does it sometimes. Best of all, everyone is aware of this except Wu himself, so if the ninja want to do something and know that Wu won't agree, they send Lloyd to "convince" Wu.

2#

FSM was a teenage parent, I'm mean in season 15 it was said that when he came to ninjago he was still a child and as we know hybrids age differently so I'm sure when he created Wu and Garmadon (I don't give a damn that this man had a woman, I just don't see it) he was still a teenager and mentally he could have been about 18-20 years old.

3#

I'm sure FSM tried to be a good parent but didn't know what to do, apart from the fact that he was still a teenager at the time, this man never had any idea what a healthy family should look like, he literally was a child soldier and had to choose between dragons and Oni and I suspect that neither the dragons or the Oni were not very nice to him and they probably didn't have much affection for him. And unfortunately it was visible, but he loved his sons (and he certainly loves his grandson).

4#

So screw the canon, Wu never loved Misako, he didn't like her at first (because he claimed she was stealing his brother because Garmadon only talked about her), later he started liking her and then they became good friends.

5#

So when I said that Wu doesn't love Misako, I mean that Wu is gay, no really look at the teenage version of him, he can't be straight.

6#

I am sure that Wu was the creator of many fashion trends, considering that back then there was not much fashion and Wu had the power to create, he had to create many clothes that no one had ever seen before. Many of these clothes were very sexy and revealed a lot of things.

7#

Due to the way Wu dressed, many men stared at him and flirted with him, which of course neither Garmadon or their father not liked, that's why they never sent Wu to the city alone, someone always went with him and whenever a man tried to hit on him he got a death glare from Garmadon or FSM (which must have been terrifying, as if God himself wants to kill you because you thought in a erotic way about his son and also Garmadon who is the essence of destruction and intends to rip out your organs for looking at his younger brother).

8#

FSM loves his grandson, the guy literally gave him his golden power without a second thought and even let him choose between life and death, he must adore Lloyd.

9#

Before the events of Season 1, when Lloyd was expelled from school and wandered the streets, FSM was his guardian angel. He made sure Lloyd didn't hurt himself, and when he did something to himself, he simply accelerated his regeneration with his divine powers, when Lloyd had nothing to eat, he directed him to places where food could be easily obtained. In episode 1 of season 1, when Lloyd gets to the tomb, he falls over perfectly to avoid being hypnotized and the leader of the snakes hypnotized himself, it not way that this kid failed perfectly, I'm actually sure that his grandfather helped him

[httpvomitello]

Hey so how do you think the tmnt boys would deal with having a crush where they text each other frequently and also do hang out a lot. But what they do when for once their crush texts them “I hate everything right now. I’m so angry. >:(“. Behind the scenes Their crush just came on their time of the month and now they’re like angry with everything hormonally? If the boys come over cuz crush isn’t answering, hours later, crush seeming better, “sorry about that. I just came on my time of the month earlier, this ones bad this month and my emotions are crazy. I now just feel depressed :(”?

Hello again! I hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Leonardo

Leo gets a text from his crush that reads, “I’m so over everything right now. I’m mad and don’t even know why.”

He’s used to keeping joking his way out of awkward situations, so he responds

“Yikes, sounds rough! Want me to come over and cheer you up with some cool ninja moves or bad jokes?”

When there’s no reply for hours, Leo’s anxiety spikes (even if he won't admit it)

He grabs his katanas (just in case) and heads out to check on them

When he arrives, his crush finally explains, “Sorry about that. I just came on my time of the month earlier. This one’s bad, and my emotions are crazy.”

He might be a little awkward at first, but he quickly adapts, flashing his signature grin

“Ah, no worries. Your favorite turtle has arrived!So, what’s the plan? Do you want to grab us some snacks and watch some movies?”

They decide to watch Twilight

It's a good thing they ended up sleeping next to Leo, because that way they didn't have to witness him start crying at the end

He’s happy to be a distraction, whether it’s watching a movie or just hanging out

He’ll probably pull out a few tricks, magic or otherwise, to get a smile out of them before the day’s done.

Raphael

Raph gets a message from his crush that says, “I’m so frustrated. Everything’s making me mad for no reason, and I’m trying to keep it together.”

He doesn't take long to send a message asking if everything is okay

When he doesn’t get a reply after a while, Raph starts pacing

He debates texting again but doesn’t want to seem pushy, so instead, he heads out

When Raph gets there, his crush doesn't take long to explain

“Hey, sorry I didn’t respond earlier. My period just started, and it’s hitting hard this time. I feel like a mess right now,”

Raph softens immediately, his face full of understanding

He knows how overwhelming emotions can be, and he doesn’t want to make things worse by crowding them

He’ll stay close, maybe put on a show they both like or offer up his shoulder if they need a comforting presence.

Donatello

Donnie receives a text from hos crush at a random time while he was finishing one of his projects

“Today’s been a mess, and I’m so angry. I don’t know how to shake this mood.”

His immediate reaction is to problem-solve, so he texts back

“I’ve read that mood swings can sometimes be helped by balancing serotonin levels. Do you want me to come over and help you troubleshoot?”

He’s serious about wanting to help, though his methods may seem a bit... clinical

When he doesn’t get a response for hours, Donnie’s curiosity gets the best of him

It doesn't take long to get to their house

“Sorry I didn’t get back to you. My period started earlier, and it’s really messing with my emotions. I just feel so out of it,”

Donnie immediately understands and goes into helpful mode

“While I can’t stop that, I can help with the physical discomfort or even keep you company to distract you from the emotional side effects.”

He might offer up some tech-based solutions, like a supercharged heating pad or an app he coded to track moods and help regulate them

If they’re feeling down, he’ll switch from science talk to a more personal approach, asking what they need and offering to help with whatever would make them more comfortable

Even if his methods are a little unconventional, Donnie genuinely wants to make things better for them.

Michelangelo

Mikey got the text from his crush while he was watching his favorite cartoon

“I’m just in such a bad mood today. I feel off, and I hate it.”

His heart sinks because he’s all about making people feel happy and loved, especially his crush. He responds immediately

“Aw, that’s the worst! You want me to come over and bring snacks and some good vibes? I’ll cheer you up, promise!”

When there’s no reply for a while, Mikey’s concern turns into action. He grabs a bunch of their favorite snacks and his skateboard, determined to turn their day around

When they finally explain, “Sorry for not responding. My period started, and it’s been a rough one. My emotions are just all over the place,”

Mikey is quick to jump into comfort mode, his empathy showing immediately

“I’m here to make you feel better, no worries. Snacks? Cartoons? Blanket fort? You name it, and we’ll do it!”

Mikey’s goal is to lift their spirits, no matter what

His energy is contagious, and he’ll stick around for as long as they need

By the end of the day, Mikey will make sure they’re at least smiling, even if just a little

[vyglitchcraft]

Can you write something on MK1 Smoke trying to give the reader a kiss but is nervous about it because it would be their first kiss?

"Toasty!"

MK1 Tomas "Smoke" Vrbada x Gen!reader

Content: short fic, fluff, tooth rotting cuteness, SFW

Plot: first kiss with Smoke and another Lin Kuei ninja

You and Tomas only started dating a week ago, you being his first and him being your first. The two of you never exactly kissed, Tomas always sort of smacked his mask against your forehead as a faux kiss of sorts. He saw Kuai and Bi do that with their dates so he also did it to you although a bit too hard, you swear you have a bruise right on your forehead just from him lovingly bumping his face against yours. It started to piss you off A LOT having to rub ointment on the bruise but you couldn't be mad at him, he's too cute!

One day, you asked Kuai Liang for some tips and he recommended to just go slowly and see where the two of you would end up. That leads you to the present. You confronted Tomas just as he finished training. You tapped his shoulder and pulled your bangs away showing the bruise. "O-oh! I am so so sorry" he softly grabbed your face, looking at the bruise "that...does not look good..." He mutters to himself.

"Hmm maybe instead of bashing your mask against my face, you should just kiss me instead!" You huffed, crossing your arms. Tomas heard this and froze in place as if Bi-Han used his cryomancy powers on him. "But, i think that is a bit too...risque is it not?" This reply was not unexpected, considering the Lin Kuei has a very strong focus on discipline, you bet that he barely knows anything about romance besides some movies he has watched but even then, those things were difficult to find considering the Lin Kuei temple barely has working electrical sockets even then Bi-Han likes to freeze them by accident causing it to short circuit. Even then he never had the time to indulge in such activities.

Tomas slowly took his mask off and nervously grabbed your shoulder, he didn't know what to do. He tried to remember those scenes he saw in the movies he watched. He moved one hand behind your head "do you...wish for me to...kiss you?" He asked first. For once your confidence was gone, now replaced with nervousness. Neither of you have any idea how to kiss, sure you always see people kissing each other but you never done it yourself. "Sure! Go...go ahead" your heart was beating in your chest, Tomas too.

He gulped, looking around making sure no one would see him. He slowly breathed in and out, calming down before slowly leaning in and kissing you on the lips. You closed your eyes and he followed soon. He held you close for what felt like hours. You held the sides of his face with one hand while the other was on his back, holding onto his shirt.

You hummed into the kiss, all that anxiety melting away. Why were you afraid? This feels amazing, natural even. He slowly pulled away and looked at you, his hand to his mouth, he couldn't believe it, he did it! He finally kissed someone. You covered your face as a hot blush spread through your cheeks "i-i can't believe it!" Tomas let's go of you "your lips felt amazing...very soft" he whispered.

"Yours too...you're a really good kisser" he smiled and pulled you into a hug, kissing you on the bruise he left from his mask "from now on, i promise not to crash my mask onto your face" you couldn't help but laughed "thank the gods!"

Although your romantic moment was interrupted by Bi-Han and Kuai watching you and cheering both of you, acting like the proud brothers they were, although Bi-Han was more serious, hitting Tomas on the back of the head while saying "congratulations" in Mandarin. Well your fault for expecting peace and quiet in this place.

[dying-marshmallo]

the comic has my mind fucking buzzing and i am in pain

i'm trying to picture what comes next, how leo and mike react to leo also getting bitten,

how the hell they'd even break the news to donnie and raph-----

would they even have time to break the news? how long does it take to turn???

either way, *how do donnie and raph react*?

i mean- not *well*, obviously, but i can't decide how i think it would go

please, enlighten us, we are suffering /lh

☆ I was trying to write an entire fanfiction like response to this but then I realized two things, I cannot write and I am too embarrassed to respond that way in the first place. To answer tho!

☆ Mikey was in an almost catatonic state, just kept staring into the distance and replaying the scenario in his head over and over again. He's so used to trying to keep positive about the situation, but he keeps wondering how it all went so wrong. Is it his fault? Were they doomed because he admittedly got scared? Doomed because he ran from a zombie that chased him at a speed zombies shouldn't be able to run at, Doomed the moment he was cornered?

☆ I mean, he's supposed to be a ninja. A mystical warrior that fought a literal cursed demonic- creature! Thing! But a ZOMBIE is what ends up killing him!? He feels horrible. He felt worse when Leo got bit protecting him. Not once but TWICE in the same attempt.

☆ Leo stayed calm, while Mikey trembled and sobbed and apologized, Leo kept up the jokes and light heartedness. "You know when I tell someone to take a bite out of me, I didn't mean it like this."

☆ It just makes Mikey cry harder.

☆ And Leo is just trying his best to keep Mikey calm and convince him it wasn't his fault (Cause it's Leo's, he should have been protecting Mikey better. God, Donnie and Raph are going to be so mad at him. He really thought he could handle this.)

☆ To be honest, they consider just staying in this dirty alleyway, waiting to turn and die and hope that Donnie and Raph never find them and at worse just assume they abandoned them (they know they'd never think this), eventually though, Mikey and Leo both feel somewhat selfish because they want nothing more than to die in the comfort of someone dear to them.

☆ So they stumble their way back home, Leo using his portals to try lessening the load on their seizing limbs. Their head is swimming. Leo hardly notices when they apparently get home. He hears the sound of Donnie and Raph and feels himself being grabbed at. He sees Mikey hiding his face in Raph's plastron.

☆ Sorry, is all he manages to think before Donnie is talking to him and man. He's seen Donnie cry before but never like this.

☆ And Leo does what he does best, he tries to joke and keep it light hearted, "Looks like you're going to be the older one now hmm~?" Donnie hits him, Leo keeps smiling, Donnie hits him again and again and Leo hugs him while Donnie curses at him for doing the OPPOSITE of what he said he's do.

☆ "I mean, I came back alive didn't I? Still talking, and breathing...thinking..."

☆ Donnie is devastated.

☆ While this is happening, Raph is holding onto Mikey like he's about to crumble away, and maybe in a way, he is. His brother is melting in his arms, gripping onto him and whimpering that he's terrified, that he doesn't WANT to die. And Raph instinctively promises, "Raph won't let you. Don't worry, Raph won't let you die, neither of you."

☆ Leo ends up turning first, tied up to a post with Donnie shakingly standing in front of him with Leo's swords in his hands. He promised Leo he'd kill him when he turned, but he. He can't- do it. Not when Leo's eyes are still so full of mock life.

☆ Soon enough, Mikey turns too, tied beside Leo. Donnie and Raph stare. They know they should kill them. They can do it in a way that's quick and merciful.

☆ ...they'll. Do it. Tomorrow.

☆ Not right now, they can't do it right now.

☆ Tomorrow.

☆ Definitely.

[thecatundertheladder]

In your fsm lives au, because Lloyd is half dragoni, does he ever or do anything that just isn’t human? Like making weird sounds, have urges he can’t explain, or just do anything that sets off the human brain that he isn’t fully what he seems? If so does he know how to handle it or does it feel overwhelming to him because for almost his entire life he was raised human?

(Also do the ninja or Morro especially ever pick up on the nonhuman side of Wu and Garm. Like start understanding what their body language or sounds mean that normal humans can’t. Or even become so used to being around what are essentially predators, that it kills that part of their brains that makes humans afraid of nonhumans)

Sorry if I worded this weird, I don’t know if I knew how to fully explain my question.

Hello again!

Yeah so when he was younger, Lloyd would have the habit of growling at people when they annoyed him, such as classmates, teachers, the occasional old lady trying to pinch his cheeks. He couldn't really control it, and as a result got bullied for it. He also had the habit of staying completely still while starring at people he didn't like, which really freaked out his classmates. He didn't realise it until much later, but it was his hunting instincts coming out. His Oni blood was reacting to the people he didn't like and trying to send signals to fight them, which were then clashing with the Draconic instincts to hunt by stealth (although they usually do it from the sky).

By the time he ended up with the Ninja he could mostly control the growling, though he still silently watched people he didn't like. That part was a lot less obvious however, as he grew to like the Ninja quite quickly (much to his dismay). The growling only happened when his was actually mad at people rather than just annoyed. The Ninja all just chalked it up to Lloyd being a bit feral. Again, because he actually liked the Ninja, the starring without blinking didn't really happen. The one exception is when Lloyd was planning pranks, to which everyone kinda made the connection and figured that there wasn't anything deep to it.

When he first starts being around Wu and Garmadon, Lloyd instantly finds social interaction with them a bit easier than other because of the little dragoni mannerisms they have. But while he does pick up a fair bit of the body language pre-reveal, he doesn't really have any thing else until he hits puberty (season 8). That's when it becomes much more obvious that he's not entirely human and he starts to grow things like horns. After that, his non-human instincts come out in full force.

But as with Lloyd, living with Wu and Garmadon causes the other Ninja to pick up dragoni mannerisms as well. Just kinda subtle things; more the growling and hissing than anything. Also cuddle piles. Very important stuff. The first time Wu sees one of them snapping their teeth at another he nearly melts inside. He loves all his kids so much and the fact that they've picked up some dragoni mannerisms makes him very happy. Garmadon lowkey thinks it's hilarious but he's also secretly pretty happy.

Morro has ended up with a few more since he's been around Wu longer than the others. Small gestures and sounds beyond growling and hissing, like the more subtle stuff dragons and/or Oni do when socialising. One thing in particular is that he's picked up the way Wu moves his shoulder blades depending on what emotion he's feeling at the time as a left over from when he has wings. Morro has yet to notice. Wu finds it adorable and a really good way to figure out what his son is thinking, and as such has yet to tell him.

Once the Ninja get a bit more famous and start interacting with the public a bit more, they do get some side eyes whenever they implement what they've picked up from Wu and Garmadon.

With the uncanny valley effect (human brain going 'tf that is NOT a human) it's actually not too much of an issue with Wu and Garmadon. They grew up surrounded by humans after all, and as a result can mimic them very well - not that they're really trying to do so.

When the Ninja (minus Lloyd, who doesn't notice anything) meet Wu for the first time, they all instantly get the idea that he is not someone to be messed with, and they all think theres something slightly off about him, but not enough to trigger the fight or flight response. The all just chalked it up to the fact he was the millenia old son of the First Spinjitzu Master and moved on with their lives.

Garmadon was much more scary when they first met him. After all, he didn't exactly look human at the time, and the venom made him have some very odd behaviours even by dragoni standards. But because he didn't look human he didn't trigger the uncanny valley effect for the Ninja when he first showed up. The Ninja didn't really find anything strange about him (you know, besides his whole deal) because in their minds, its was pretty rational to be afraid of the evil-looking evil dude. The effect did start after he was cured and could go back to his human form and didn't have the venom making him evil. It basically put him on the same level as Wu again, and by that point the Ninja were mostly desensitised to his shennanigans.

The First Spinjitzu Master, on the other hand, really did trigger the uncanny valley effect for the Ninja. It's not that he can't mimic humans enough that it mostly goes away - he did create them when he was a child and grew up alongside them - it's just that he doesn't care enough to. It got better as they got used to him but it was definitely an adjustment. It took ages for Lloyd to realise why everyone found his grandpa creepy. He still doesn't entirely get it.

Also, the uncanny valley effect goes away once their in the true forms.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Hanzo Hasashi x Reader: Hotter Spring (Lemon)

Warning: Lemon🍋 You're doing it in the hot spring btw... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ You never felt such a higher honor than being invited by your Grandmaster to join him in the hot spring.

After your own shower, you wrapped a towel around you and walked to where it was and where he is likely waiting on you. Yes. He's your boss. He DID have a wife. But he's a good man.

"Hello, Grandmaster Hasashi." You smile warmly at the bare man lounging in the bubbling spring. It would be unsurprising if it's only slightly hotter than normal. You'd be able to tolerate it, but you wouldn't really admire how your skin may be after.

"Just Hanzo." The literal fire fighter nods his greeting to you and beckons you to join him.

Obeying, you take no longer. Dropping that white towel before him, he still watches your face. Again, he's so honorable of a person.

The springs weren't too large, but there was enough room for you to sit anywhere, but you chose to rest right at his side along with him. Hanzo notices but didn't give it a thought.

For a minute, it was only casual talk. Casual turned to venting to each other. Light-hearted things at first until it got deep as far as Hanzo mentioning his deceased wife. Though he didn't say it, you knew well enough he misses her.

"Deepest apologies, I did not intend to invite you here as an emotional support person." The ninja says.

He's rubbing your thigh.

This makes you freeze for a bit, and it was such a smooth move that you didn't know if he even was aware.

"Hanzo? Why did you intend to invite me here?"

The hand was retracted, and he turned his face away. You were fairly certain you saw embarrassment and felt bad about it. Perhaps he's lonely, and you were one of his bright clan members.

"W-Wait- I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything negative about it- I was... I'm honestly curious. Sorry." You stammered.

"Shame and confusion has been twisting my mind and heart, Y/n L/n." He speaks in a deep voice. "But I have to say, you are a beautiful woman."

You gulped and got all heated like the water. "What are your intentions tonight, grandmaster?" Your voice has a purr for the title.

His brown eyes looked back at you. This time not only up. Those eyes peeked downward and back up maybe a few times.

Hanzo Hasashi is checking you out~

Next, he gets closer to you, and you reciprocated, which leads to a heartfelt kiss. Nothing wild yet you still end up on his lap, grinding on his leg.

Strong hands touched everywhere. Groping your breast even and playing with them until you grow the urge to attack his neck.

Softly biting his flesh, he lets out a growl and he lifts you up by your hip with ease and positions you correctly. You can feel his hard tip in the water. You can make an educated guess how much you're taking.

That surprise will come right away as he pushes you down a little too suddenly. Reacting, you hissed and flinched upward from the sting. That can be your own reason why his alias is Scorpion.

"Kantandesu, watashi no ai." He speaks low.

Again, you listen to your superior and ease up, relaxing as much as you can as he lowers you onto his dick with more gentleness on his part.

Nails sunk in his shoulders as he was bottomed out in you. This man fills you up too perfectly, you were going blank.

"Good girl." Hanzo calls you as he does the work of bouncing you up and down on his length. You let out whines as your innards were getting very pleasurable friction from his dick rubbing inside.

"Hanzo... Hanzo..." You cried.

"Say 'grandmaster'." He commands. Must be equivalent to calling him daddy.

"Y-Yes grandmaster!" You listen like a good girl.

He thrust upward, his cock hitting all the right organs. "Do you feel good?"

"Yes~" You drooled.

"Yes...?" He raises an eyebrow at you and ceased his fucking.

You didn't like that. You needed him to keep moving. "Yes, grandmaster! You're making feel really good, grandmaster!"

"Obedient girl. I trained you so well." Hasashi continues to fuck you on his lap.

Sweat beaded down the both of you during the session, which made the springs so much hotter.

"G-Grandmaster, do I have your permission to cum?" Your dazed face looks into his eyes. "Please? Pretty please, grandmaster?"

His humping slows down as he ponders lazily.

"Because you've been so magnificent. You earned your right to release." He permits you before fucking you harder on his lap which helps the build up.

You get to ride the huge wave as your orgasm occurs, crying out his title as you buck on him.

As for him, he pulls out just in time he feels the need to cum. He's not ready for another child yet after what happened to the first.

But he would've definitely looked to have your delicious walls milk him empty.

He holds you to him and plays with your hair as your vision is blurring. You couldn't quite make out his murmured praises, but they still comforted you.

Using more energy, you would kiss him again, grateful he invited you out to do something he would seem so closed up to do. It shows how much faith he has in you.

After tonight, referring to him as grandmaster will be different.

[weebsinstash]

"Boruto sucks because it isn't about Naruto" "Boruto sucks because it's just a lazy sequel" "Boruto sucks because it had Sasuke fighting dinosaurs" no Boruto sucks because literally one of the first things it did as a series was spit in the face of almost EVERYTHING the original story was about

Naruto's ultimate endgoal was to become Hokage because being Hokage meant being respected and accepted by the village who shunned him and treated him as an outcast since birth (despite the fact he was literally the son of the Fourth Hokage and his entire existence technically was a miracle that protected the village). The entire series, the entire series of both the original Naruto and Shippuden constantly revisits the legitimate TRAUMA he formed from just the sheer loneliness and isolation he was subjected to to the point he started dreaming of becoming Hokage because then at least people would look up to and appreciate him and he would feel like he actually belonged and had a community and a purpose. There wasn't even anyone really keeping an eye on this kid to make sure he was even eating properly besides Iruka (the spoiled milk and the fact he lives completely alone basically from birth???)

Then Boruto begins, "hey, so you know that thing Naruto has basically worked his entire life towards that is basically the ultimate culmination of his entire character arc, that whole Hokage thing? Not only does being Hokage make him absolutely miserable by making him so overworked that he's an absent father, but he didn't even get to go to HIS OWN HOKAGE CEREMONY because *checks notes* his young toddler-aged daughter activated her byakugan and hit him in the tummy too hard because her favorite stuffed animal got ripped and Naruto Uzumaki, jonin, jinchuuriki of the Nine-Tailed Fox, and trained Sage, just completely passes out and misses the event commemorating his entire life's work that was finally the embodiment of all of his achievements and finally receiving the respect of the village

and it's just played off for fucking laughs. Like no I'm sorry, I can't root for Boruto or Himawari literally at all when every single time I see them I think "ah, there are Naruto's shitty kids who made him miss his Hokage ceremony and are causing his hairline to recede". Those kids fucking suck and most of the new ninja generation is just random people paired together to create new mini versions of the original cast and this is the anime hill I will die on. "Chakra comes from the moon" yeah and my foot is about to come from inside your ass--

[smaller-comfort]

For the WIP ask thing:

1, 2, 10, 11 (!!! Shovel Knight, of course!), 12, annnd 17. Really, I wanna know ALL the SoS WIPs, but let's start off with these.

Whew, okay, let's go!

Staycation/Monday

Me: I can definitely come up with enough fun kinky scenarios to write a week's worth of stories for Aephorul's vacation

Also me: he's a 45 year old man with chronic back pain, there's no way he's having this much sex on the floor without suffering Consequences. By Wednesday he's going to be too sore to get out of bed and Resh'an is going to be anemic from blood loss.

Anyway, Monday is the petplay story. I am currently stuck at a crossroads: do I write some relatively straightforward smut with collars and leashes and a dash of breeding kink? Or do I commit to Resh'an's sexual dysfunction, and the fact that he's really not supposed to orgasm until Friday- in which case I will have to figure out how to describe one of these, and its wearable counterpart. (link is very nsfw.)

The other staycation wips that I've made some progress on are the play piercing and shibari scene and the nipple torture/caning/general bondage scene. Plus a little bit of Friday, which is when they see how many times Resh'an can come after being stuck in a cage all week. (spoiler: they lose count.)

A scene that I want to write for them eventually, but maybe not within the Staycation series, is where they do some silly Mad Scientist roleplay- because even in this AU, there's going to be tentacle sex, damnit.

2. I fuckin hate the eagles, man

This is actually mostly a Messenger wip, and is the sequel to Hotel California. The title is, uh. because. Hotel California-> The Eagles-> The Great Eagle-> everything is Resh'an's fault-> I think I'm very funny-> at some point they're going to watch The Big Lebowski during movie night in the Tower of Time. There are currently 4 wips in that file; the first is a scene I didn't include in HC, where Ninja and Arty talk about the Sunken Shrine.

The second one is the Monk/Ninja pegging fic. Ninja can't even spell "PTSD", nevermind "queerplatonic". It's fine. He'll be fine! Eventually. Probably. ...maybe.

Third wip is the Ninja/Phantom smut, which is mostly just a wholesome good time for everybody, but Ninja does still cry during sex. I'm sorry, I keep doing this to him, I can't seem to help it.

The fourth one isn't even a wip, it's just a scene where Ninja meets Resh'an and hits on him. I feel like this one might be your fault, honestly. If this ever goes anywhere, I swear Ninja won't cry about it. Resh'an might, though.

--

"So are you like. A skeleton under there?"

Resh'an laughed. "Sometimes. I can use alchemy to temporarily approximate my living body. It doesn't work for very long, though."

"Can I see?" Resh'an wasn't a Blue Robe; there wasn't any taboo about asking to see his face.

"I- I suppose so." Resh'an seemed a little taken aback at the question. He fiddled with his alchemy vial for a moment. "I haven't done this in a while, give me a minute-"

Watching people do magic never got old. Maybe in a few hundred years he'd graduate to being ready to learn it himself; it was something to look forward to.

When the glowy light from the spell faded, Resh'an tugged down his face mask and squinted a little.

"Oh- wow. You're cute!" Shit. But the Archivist was- he'd been expecting a wrinkled old man, not this bright-eyed, adorable nerd.

"I- what?" Resh'an's eyes widened; he lifted a hand to touch his face. "Th-thank you?"

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10. all we need of hell

This is part 4 of parting is all we know of heaven, which is the series where all of my B'st/Resh'an fic takes place. As the title kind of suggests, this one is a bit darker than the rest of the series; I get to dig into B'st's backstory a little, and all of the things he's kept hidden from Resh'an over the years. Aephorul shows up and is awful. (Everybody gets to be a little bit awful in this one, actually!) Resh'an has a few moments of badassery, but they're tempered with an equal number of moments where he's a sad wet rag.

Here he is being badass:

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Aephorul's laughter came out as a dry hiss. “Are you threatening me?”

“I'm making a statement of fact.” The time shards hanging in the air all had razor sharp edges.

Aephorul leaned a little closer, as if he were examining Resh'an. “You're actually serious. How novel! What would you even do, I wonder?”

Resh'an narrowed his eyes. The ground beneath them began to shake, just a faint, distant tremor at first, followed by a shrieking howl.

The mountain broke open. In the heart of the shattered earth was something terrible, and hungry-

“Are you out of your mind?”

-snap-

The ground beneath them began to shake, just a faint, distant tremor at first, followed by a shrieking howl.

The mountain broke open. A darkness yawned open in the depths of the shattered earth, swallowing up the remains of the mountain, the fortress, the continent. Magma burst forth explosively, sublimating into superheated plasma. Reality warped around them, as the dead star Resh'an had summoned began to devour the planet.

-snap-

The ground began to shake.

“Stop! Stop- enough- are you mad- Fine!” Aephorul sat on a fallen piece of masonry with his head in his hands. “Fine. I'll help you. What do you want, Resh'an.”

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11. shovel knight

There are 2 wips in this file. The first is Donovan/Luan, with an "and there was only one bed" recurring scenario taken to ridiculous extremes. I don't know if this one will actually end with them getting together or if it just stays angsty and one-sided; most of what I've written so far has just been Donovan in a state of "Oh fuck oh no he's hot".

The second is the one where Specter gets gang banged by the Enchantress and the Knights of No Quarter. Most of them, anyway. The Enchantress is probably going to mind control anyone who tries to protest or decline. Specter gets to keep his helmet on, but that's pretty much the only mercy he gets here. (I keep thinking of ways to make this one much, much worse but I'm probably going to chicken out.)

17. isolation

Oh god, okay, this file is a mess. Most of it is more B'st/Resh'an in the parting universe, although it's probably more of an AU to that series than anything else. A lot of it is wildly self indulgent Resh'an angst, where he ends up reenacting some of the abuse he experienced at Aephorul's hands with B'st, and it's kind of fucked up and unhealthy for everyone involved. There's also an angsty breakup scene, unrelated to the psychosexual torture. And there's a fairly innocuous and cute scene where they meet up on the Vespertine and Hortense roasts Resh'an mercilessly.

Like I said, a mess.

There's also this bit of Messenger wip, which is extremely silly but I don't really care. This might get thrown into I fuckin hate the eagles, man.

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The Key of Love was melting.

“Arty! A little help over here?” he yelled.

He heard a few loud clanks from the workroom behind him. The music note dripped slowly onto the floor, leaving a glassy pink puddle on the ground. Ninja looked around frantically for a bucket or something- it couldn't be good to have the embodiment of divine love just kind of slopped all over the floor.

The last bit of the floating music note dripped onto the floor. Ninja stared at the puddle. It stared back.

“What the-” He jumped back and drew his sword. The puddle rippled, blinked, and began to rise up from the ground. Shit. “Shit. Arty! Prophet! C'mon, you guys, Monk is too busy making out with Shopkeeper- shit-”

One last crash from behind him, and Arty finally popped across the hall. “What's going on over he- B'ST!”

Ninja startled a little as Arty launched himself at the hulking mass that had been the Key of Love. It sprouted a pair of arms and caught him with a clang, and staggered back on two blocky legs from Arty's momentum.

The leap had knocked Arty's hood askew; his froggy face was beaming, and now he was talking too fast to really follow- "I searched the crypt six times and I couldn't find you, but all my calculations said you had to make it, Shopkeeper even said Prophet might have been wrong but I knew it, I knew you would make it, you're here, you finally came back, you have to meet everybody and we can show you the thing and-"

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[oldwritingm]

HI POOKS!! So like this idea popped into my head so if it's alright with you could you do hc's for Ninjago where the ninja have a s/o who gets brain washed during a mission and is forced to fight their partner. (one of the ninja) To make it interesting, when the reader is brainwashed they say really hurtful things but the ninja have to keep it together because they know the reader doesn't mean it. At the end, when the reader is back to normal the ninja of that scenario tells the reader about everything(and what they said) and the reader feels guilty which leaves the ninja of that scenario telling them that it's fine and they're just happy the reader is safe. Hopefully that made sense thank you so much pookie!!❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Me when you 💖

Anyway teehee here you go!!

Ninjago - Ninjas When You Get Brainwashed

Kai

When you attacked him, he thought you were just being playful

Bad timing, considering you were on a mission, but not exactly alarming

You guys love to play fight and banter, so it took him a minute to realize that something was wrong

It was the look in your eyes that gave you away; there was no humor, no affection, nothing but rage behind those e/c irises

"You hit like a toddler! And you look like one, too, with that stupid spiky hair!"

Kai felt his heart twist at each insult

Knowing that you weren’t joking around made the words lose their hilarity

It also made him hesitant to fight you back; he didn't want to exacerbate whatever was going on here

So he just tried his best to dodge, blocking the blows he wasn't quick enough to evade

He asked you what was wrong, but only received more degrading remarks in response

Your incessant attacks with no acknowledgment for anything he said or did clued him in on the true nature of your behavior

Realizing you were brainwashed, he refocused his energy to thinking of a way to snap you out of it

Only one idea came to his mind; it was stupid, it was risky considering you were trying to kill him, but it was all he had

He stopped dodging you, letting you lunge at his throat

As you dove in, he grabbed your collar and pulled you in for a kiss

At first he felt you resisting, but he held on, and gradually you melted into his touch

When you pulled away, the hatred in your eyes had disappeared

You put your hand over your mouth, disgusted at your actions

“Kai, I’m so sorry! I think I got brainwashed—I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Don’t worry about it, my flower. Nothing I haven’t seen from you before, right? I’m just happy you’re in your right mind again.”

You smirked at his remark, leaning in to peck his cheek

He took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Come on, we’ve got a mission to finish.”

Jay

Jay shrieked when you pounced on him

He knew right away that something was wrong

You’d never do this; not to him

And the words you used… completely out of character

You and Jay were always sweet to each other, even when you were teasing

So your sudden barrage of insults and blows was much more than strange

Being a science fiction nerd, he guessed that you’d been brainwashed first try

He wasn’t serious when he thought of it at first, but he quickly realized that this was the only logical explanation

He couldn’t think of anything else that would cause you to act like this so suddenly

Mostly because he was preoccupied running from you and trying not to cry as you degraded him

He refused to lay a hand on you; no matter how brutish you were with him, he was determined not to hit back

So he just ran

Eventually you backed him into a corner

Your taunts were just getting annoying at this point—now that Jay had processed that it wasn’t really you, they just seemed redundant

You walked closer, slowly, talking all the while

"Tch, look at you... I can't believe I ever agreed to date you! Look at how pathetic you are!"

Jay’s hands balled into fists as he only got angrier

When you got within range, his body moved on its own

He clocked you on the side of the head, hard

You stumbled to the ground, and Jay gasped as he realized what he had done

“Y/n! Y/n, are you okay? Oh my stars, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“…Jay? Oof, what ha… oh. Oh no. Jay, honey, I’m the one who should be apologizing! I didn’t mean any of that! Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?”

You brought yourself up to a sitting position, cupping Jay’s face in your hands and examining it with concern

You knew that he could be sensitive, and considering what you just did… you were on the verge of panicking

He just closed his eyes, leaning into your touch with a soft smile

“I didn’t listen. I knew it wasn’t you. You’d never do that to me. I’m so glad you’re back, Y/n.”

Cole

Your relationship with Cole is fairly stable; you rarely have disputes because you're both pretty easygoing, which means you're willing to accommodate/compromise before any conflict arises

The minute you attacked him, screaming hurtful words, he knew that something was up

He tried asking what was wrong, but only got a kick to the shin in response

Luckily he’s a pretty sturdy guy, so he stood his ground, blocking your attacks while trying to speak to you

“Y/n! Just—ow—tell me what’s wrong!”

He was really trying to be patient with you, but it was a little difficult with each new soon-to-be bruise planted on his body

His waning patience combined with the knowledge that you were on a mission eventually motivated him to restrain you

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pinning your arms to your sides and lifting you off the ground

“Let me go, you… piggish brute! You unlovable barbarian! Release me!!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”

He squeezed tighter with every insult, eventually forcing the breath out of your lungs

You went quiet for a few moments, and that’s when he finally decided to put you down

You stumbled, having almost just fainted, but he caught you in his arms

With your body in his lap, Cole brushed a strand of hair away from your face

“Can you please tell me what’s going on now, my love?”

“Cole… I think I was brainwashed. I’m sorry, I… I can’t believe myself—”

“Not another word. That makes sense, actually. I’m just relieved that you weren’t mad at me or something. And I’m glad that you’re safe now, of course.”

He kissed your forehead, lifting you bridal style, making you giggle

He planted you on your feet and interlaced your fingers before nodding forward, urging you to follow him to complete your mission

Zane

You hadn't even said or done anything and Zane was able to detect that subtle difference

He didn't know what it was at first, so he prepared himself for anything as you ran at him

Judging your behavior, he quickly determined that you must've been brainwashed

The only trouble now was figuring out how to bring you back to reality

There were a hundred ways he could think of to un-brainwash someone... but which one would work?

"I don't know why I ever thought I could love you. You're a robot! You try to act human, but you'll never be like me. You'll never be enough for me."

This particular insult shook him out of his thoughts

The pain in his heart stunned him just long enough for you to pounce, pinning him to the ground

But as he fell, he reminded himself that this wasn't really you; the words that fell from your lips weren't your own

Now that pain bubbled into rage; you were being controlled, and you didn't deserve that

"Get. Out. Of. Their. Head!"

With a sudden burst of strength, Zane launched you off of him, switching your positions

Now, having you pinned, Zane glared into those hateful eyes

You entered a staring—no, glaring—contest

Gradually, as Zane squinted harder, gritted his teeth tighter, he saw your eyes soften

Eventually they fluttered shut for a moment, and when they opened again he knew you were back

His face immediately lit up, and he beamed at you

You smiled back as it all returned to your memory

"Thank you, Zane. I hope you know I didn't mean anything I said."

"Yes, yes. I'm only glad you're safe."

"Good. ...Uh, can you get off me now?"

Both blushing furiously, you scrambled to your feet

Zane awkwardly (but much to your relief) changed the subject by prompting you to return to your mission

Lloyd

You and Lloyd always talked things out when you had problems

You never took to petty insults during these talks, either

So when you came barreling at him, cursing him like an evil sorcerer, he knew something was up

At first he tried asking you what was wrong, but seeing that his words didn't register, focused instead on dodging your attacks

As he jumped around, avoiding your mechanically fast-paced blows, he noticed a strange look in your eye

It was as if a mask of hatred had been plastered on your face, and the real you was trapped behind it

Keep in mind this was a very slow realization; Lloyd had to divide his attention between dodging your hits, blocking out your words, and trying to figure out what was going on

In the time it took him to figure this out, you had worn yourself out quite a bit

Your breathing was heavy and ragged, and your form was becoming sluggish

Lloyd was losing energy too, but not quite as quickly

He decided to keep dodging until you wore yourself out

When your punches became slow and weak enough to bear, Lloyd stopped his agile movements and planted himself square in front of you

At this point, you were so tired that your punch to his chest was a mere touch, a brush of the knuckles against his green gi

"You... worthless... wannabe..."

He cupped your face, staring deep into your eyes, trying to get a glimpse of the real you inside

"Y/n."

The sound of your name stirred something in those dull, disdainful eyes

He said it again, softer now, and the mask broke

"Lloyd."

"Y/n. You're safe now. It's okay."

You slumped against him, murmuring apologies into his shoulder as he smoothed your hair

As much as he wanted to let you recover, he needed your help to finish the mission

He held out his elbow, earning a smirk from you as you placed your hand in the crook of it, allowing him to escort you forward

Nya

She was NOT having it

The very first insult you spat sent her into a rage almost rivaling yours

"Still can't believe they let a girl like you on the team. I mean, talk about a weak link!"

"Excuse me?!"

Her rage blinded her, and she fully engaged you in combat

You were both fighting with everything you had, making quite the commotion

Insults and fists flying, you'd never guess that you guys were actually dating

The thought occurred to Nya only after she had bested you, pinning you to the ground with her knee on the back of your neck

Still angry, she demanded to know why you did it

The fighting had disoriented you, shaking the effects of the brainwashing for just a second

"Nya, I... Gah! Get off me, brat!"

It was brief, but she saw you fighting to get out

Realizing at once what was going on, guilt flooded Nya's conscience

But she didn't let you go just yet

"Come on, Y/n! Fight it!"

"Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid—stupid brainwashing..!"

"Y/n? Is that you?"

"Yes. Yes, it's me. Oh, Nya, I'm so sorry..."

"I think we should both be a little sorry. I shouldn't have jumped you like that without thinking. But I'm glad you're back; you're a fighter."

You smiled at her when she offered her hand to help you up

Still holding her hand, you pulled her into a quick kiss

"We both are. Which reminds me... Shall we get back to the mission?"

Thanks for reading! And thanks to the sweet anon for this request! Take care loves <33

(divider by saradika)