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Anakin Skywalker NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Summary: NSFW Alphabet to go along with my ongoing work Sandy Waters. Had to channel out my filth-writing urges some way or another and cranked out this smut filled monster.

Warnings: Smut (we’re getting down and dirty in here), fluff, cunnilingus, blow jobs, so much teasing, P in V, Anakin worshipping pussy

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Anakin is naturally a very caring person, so that would obviously transfer into his aftercare. He wants to make sure that you’re okay and feeling good at all times, so he continually asks you if you need anything after you do the deed. Even when you’re laying down and talking to each other afterwards, he’ll randomly blurt out that he can go and get something if you need it, like another towel or some water. He’s really just a big softie who loves you and loves taking care of you.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

The first thing that Anakin notices about anyone is their eyes. He thinks that you can tell a lot about a person from them, and he instantly felt drawn to you by the way that you looked at him. He’s a starer, too. He just stares into your eyes to the point where you decide to stare back in retaliation, but that doesn’t do anything. If anything, staring back makes him happier, because he gets to see deeper into those expressive eyes of yours. For himself, he just loves his hair. He had to live with the short padawan hairstyle with the idiotic braid for such a long time that being able to choose a shaggy hairstyle that matches his personality makes him incredibly happy, and he spends a good chunk of time in the morning trying to make it look as good as possible.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Anakin is a nasty little bitch when it comes to cum. When you cum from his hand, he loves putting his fingers in your mouth for you to taste yourself right after, or kissing you if he brought you over the edge with his mouth. His personal favorite place to cum is inside of you, though. Nothing compares to seeing you an absolute wreck in front of him with his mess leaking out of you. You often tease him by saying he’s a total pervert when he gets so worked up over the way you look with his cum on or in you, but he’s too dazed to care.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has this fantasy (when he’s feeling bold) of the two of you going at it in the Council Room, and even though he knows it could probably never happen, thinks about it quite often. The riskiness of the whole endeavor and the idea of the two of you getting caught gets his heart racing just picturing it, and he can practically hear your moans filling the space where he’s always judged by unsympathetic eyes as a giant ‘screw you’ to them. Literally and figuratively.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has flirted with quite a lot of women throughout his lifetime, but whenever they’d approach him wanting something more, he’d get scared enough to retreat and run away from them with some half-assed excuse. The most that he's ever done is make out in the corner of a club with some random girl, but even that didn’t lead anywhere because he didn’t have an emotional attachment to her. Anakin fucks with passion and love, and wants to find the person that he adores with all of his heart to be the one that he can absolutely destroy. He learns every single thing about your body when you’re together, wanting to know exactly what makes you tick so that he can make you feel as good as he desires you to.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves when you sit in his lap, back to his chest and head leaning back onto his shoulder. The intimate aspect of the position makes his heart skip a beat, but he also loves how fully on display you are for him. He eyes every bit of your skin that he can get, loving the way your legs spasm around him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the time. Normally, if something funny happens, the both of you will laugh until you can’t breath anymore, and then fuck each other to the same extent. But if you haven’t seen each other in a while, or if he’s in a mood? There’ll be no time for jokes. He won’t be giggling when you’re on top of him, riding him to the point of oblivion.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes to keep himself well trimmed, purely because he enjoys the look on himself. Anakin never lets his hair grow into a bush, and makes sure that everything is comfortable for both him and for you. He doesn’t want anything to interrupt the two of you in the heat of the moment.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Anakin sometimes sets up some traditionally romantic foreplay, throwing some Uneti blossom petals here and there around the room and setting the lights to give off a warm ambience. Most of the time though, he likes to surprise you with little things, like a new set of lingerie (that’s in your favorite color, obviously. Of course, this also works in Anakin’s favor, as he thinks any colors look divine on you). He’ll send unannounced audio messages of him stroking his cock to the thought of you, his stuttered gasps making you blush deep under your robes. Anakin also loves to set up little surprise dates for the two of you, flying you out when he has the chance to a pretty place like Alderaan for a stay at a nice hotel and exploring its cities or a quiet planet filled with natural beauty, renting a tiny hut for the two of you to spend all night in. He loves doing all the little things for you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Anakin works up quite a lot of stress as a Jedi, so he likes to work off the steam of the job with his own hand. He likes to edge himself for as long as he can take to make his climax be as pleasurable as possible, often getting to the point where he’s a moaning mess on his bed, bucking into his own hand from the sensations. Usually, before the two of you got together, Anakin would just imagine a blank face of some random girl in his fantasies, but sometimes your face would pop up at random intervals. At first, he tried to push the images of you away, but then found (much to his surprise) that he was gasping at the change in the feeling of his hand against him when he thought of you. From then on, he’d think of you in his time alone, although he’d never admit it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This man, however stupid it may be, has this kink about the two of you fucking in a public place. Somewhere where you could be walked in on at any time. You could be walking through an empty hallway with each other and he’d pull you against the wall, heatedly kissing you as you squeak in surprise, and then he’d pull away at the sound of footsteps. Multiple times, people around the Temple have asked if you’re feeling okay due to the look and color of your face, to which you glare daggers at Anakin for.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anakin loves fucking you any place that he can get, but, call him old fashioned, he loves it most when you’re both in bed. There’s so many angles and positions that you can easily do on or underneath the sheets that he prefers it that way. Sure, he’ll go down on you in a closet whenever available, but he’d rather take his sweet time in the privacy of your bedchambers.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and everything. This man has no bounds on what can turn him on. You accidentally spill some water on your chin from drinking after an intense sparring session? The image of his cum on your face pops in his mind without a second thought. You’re laughing with a group of friends? He imagines how similarly sweet the sound of your moans would be. Anything you do gets him riled up, and he sometimes has to excuse himself to his room because of it.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t hit you. Anakin would never purposefully cause you any physical pain. The memory of his mother being in such anguish and the scenes of death surrounding him so often make him absolutely hate the idea of you being hurt at all, and would outright say no if you asked him to do anything revolving your own pain with him. His pain is another story altogether, though.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Anakin doesn’t have a preference; he just wants you, however he's able to have you. Sure, the image of you down on your knees or spread across the bed worshiping his cock is gorgeously obscene, but the taste of you on his tongue and you writhing down on him gives him the same exact bliss. He’s a very… flexible lover.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Once again, it entirely depends on the mood or moment that the two of you are experiencing or inside of. On average, he’s sensual and hard, wanting to get every little reaction he can out of you (when you’re on top of him is another story altogether. He’s a writhing mess before either of you cum). He does this little snap after his strokes that he’s learned you like that causes you to dig your nails into his skin, the bittersweet feeling making him shiver and thrust a bit harder.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’ll take you however he can get you, although he’d of course rather the two of you take your time with each other. A quick fuck in the bathroom with your hand covering his extensively loud moans is more than enough to satisfy the both of your needs, but know that later on that day or night, there’s going to be a much longer round.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Whatever you’re down for, he’s also in for the long run entirely. Bondage? He asks who’s going to be tied up this go around. Sensory deprivation? Don’t make him cum too fast, because he wants to blindfold you right back. Whatever you want, he’s willing to try with an eager smile on his face. He’ll do anything at least once, just to test it out.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

At first, he came after just a few minutes inside of you (though he made up for it in several different ways), but when he finally became accustomed to the warmth of you, he could go for as long as it takes to have you clenching down and gasping his name. He can go for a good two rounds on a normal day, maybe three if he’s extra worked up. It takes a bit in between his climaxes for him to be readied up again, but usually a good amount of time spent pleasuring you with his mouth or fingers is more than enough for him to be up and ready to go for another round between the two of you.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He feels too proud to use any sort of toys for himself when he’s alone, deciding that the thought of your hands on his cock and using his own is more than enough to satisfy his personal needs. He’s completely fine with using toys for either of you when you’re with each other, though. Although he does kind of regret visiting that sex shop with you in the lower levels of Coruscant where you bought a remote activated vibrator, because it almost got him in hot water in several Council meetings when you decided to randomly set the vibration level to high. He got you back tenfold for that later.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

This is Anakin we’re talking about, here. Teasing you is something that he includes every time the two of you are intimate, but he can’t take being teased for a second. If you decide to tease him with slow pumps of his cock or touching everywhere but where he wants you most, he’ll be spewing out incoherent pleas for you to touch him almost immediately. It takes much longer for you to be worn down to the point of begging for his touch, and the fact that he’s so needy for you as soon as you’re alone together is something that you use against him as often as you can. Even in public places when the two of you whisper filthy things into each other’s ears, his eyes are flaming with desire after just a few words from you, and he’s grouchy the rest of the day until he can fuck you into the mattress.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The walls are quite thick in the Temple, so Anakin has never felt the need to suppress his moans when he pleasures himself. The deep groans that come from his mouth as he works himself into a dizzy splendor carry into the bedroom, and every moan or groan that slips from him gives you a wave of tingles all throughout your body. Unfortunately for you, he notices this and uses it to his advantage, putting his mouth as close to your ear as possible when he’s inside of you and letting loose.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Anakin is a pussy eating fiend. He’d go down on you for hours if he could. The distortions of your face from pleasure and the sinful sounds that leave your mouth are simply divine to him, and he craves your taste on his tongue when you’re not together. Going down on you can release tension for him as well, so if he comes back from a particularly stressful mission and you’re available, be ready to open your legs wide and be absolutely devoured for as long as it takes for him to calm down.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Anakin has a big dick and he knows it. Probably seven, seven and a half inches with just the right amount of girth to have you holding your breath every time he’s inside of you. And he knows it, too. He’s been through the anatomy classes. He’s seen the corny pornos that pop up every now and then at hotel HoloTV’s, much to Obi Wan’s surprised and embarrassed chagrin at the sight randomly appearing when they’re on a mission. Although he won’t brag to anyone about it, knowing that he’s packing gives him a little pep in his step in his day to day.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Anakin wants you all week, all day, any time. He can’t focus on anything if he hasn’t at least put an arm around you in the past few hours, and if you go a week without fucking each other? He’s downright distraught. He’ll show up at your door after a long mission already panting from anticipation, probably taking you right against the back of the door right then and there. He craves you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’ll only fall asleep once you do. Wanting to make sure you’re completely comfortable and feeling okay, he’ll hug you close and feel your breathing slow and soften against him, your signature exuding a dreamy haze, and only then will he close his eyes. Since he has nightmares that regularly plague him, he often wakes up a shaking mess, but you’re always right there comforting him. Your soft support makes him adore you all the more, and he’s incredibly appreciative. More often than not a simple, grateful kiss for your solace turns into yet another passionate moment, Anakin crawling under the blankets to savor your taste while your hands pull roughly at his hair.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au doodles

It's just a bunch of random moments with Zuko looking grumpy for most of them,,, he can be happy for at least one drawing tho

[ninawolv3rina]

[Deep breath] ✨️WOMEN!!!✨️

OC: Shaw Hallbjörn, the Beastmaster (she/her)

[sugarpasteltmnt]

"Acolyte" Michelangelo has joined the group chat

THANK U AGAIN TO @anixolt for accepting this commission request!!! Looks like 'Dino'-tello has unexpected company 👀

Hailing from his own alternate reality, "Acolyte" Mikey & his brothers had a very different childhood than the mad Dogs we all know and love. Set in a feudal Japan-esque world, Mikey and his brothers were raised under the Ninja Tribunal in a remote temple as future protectors of humanity...

However, fate was unkind to the lackadaisical Michelangelo who doubted the legend of the foretold 'Krang Invasion'-- let alone it happening much sooner than anticipated.

[link to twitter thread]

More lore below! (but heed the content warnings!!)

CW: implied family death, implied child abuse

Inspired by the 2003 "Acolyte" Arc, Mikey and his brothers were given to the Ninja Tribunal as children to raise as warriors on account of being gifted with mystic abilities; something very rare and unheard of in their universe.

Mikey was the most mystically inclined of his brothers. Because of this, he doesn't take training very seriously. He's also the oldest brother in his universe, but takes that role very, very seriously.

Splinter was their "father"... however, he was the one who gave them to the Ninja Tribunal. And they weren't exactly 'lenient' with children. Not when their purpose was to become warriors to defend the world. Because of this, Mikey hates Splinter. With every fiber in his body.

But despite their upbringing, Mikey was fun and kind.

But homie cannot cook to save his life

However, due to events during the invasion... Mikey is the last man standing. On the whole planet.

And he Snaps

With elevated powers and grief, Mikey traverses the heavens to hunt Krang and their settlements.

He uses dried Krang blood as his mask, having lost his in battle (and Krang blood dries orange when oxidized)

He dots his yellow spots with a drop of Krang blood to mirror Krang eyes. Using mystic abilities, the faux eyes can move and "look" around too. Terrifying.

However, due to classic Hamato shenanigans— 'Acolyte' Mikey may find himself drawn to a very, very different place than a Krang settlement 👀👀👀

[blueskittlesart]

in the nicest and most non-confrontational way possible. i feel like some of you think that anything that isn't directly openly spelled out for you within a story is "missed potential" or "unexplored." like. sometimes there are implied narratives. sometimes the point is that you as the reader are supposed to think and draw your own conclusions and participate in the story. the writers not directly spelling every little detail out for you doesn't mean that the story is poorly written or missed its own plot details somehow. PLEASE.

[hoofpeet]

Potentially weird habit but. When I get really fixated on an oc/blorbo or whatever I get embarrassed thinking cringey shit "In front of" them. Like ah fuck I was cringe in front of my imaginary fursona. shit

[akans-dead-at-sea]

It's alright

30 second timelapse:

[naamahdarling]

You know what? You know what I think?

I think that if we lived as we were meant to, in larger intimate ("extended family") groups and with more shared labor and time to do it (UBI NOW) people like me would not feel so useless and burdensome because there would be people around to help and to do what neurodivergent people can't while making valuable space for the neurodivergent to do what they ARE good at.

The way we live right now, all right, the way we live right now forces units of two adults to be able to do EVERYTHING or PAY to have someone come do it for them. I have to do the housework. I have to do it! But I am having to do a million different things and most of them I am not good at. I suck at them.

I wouldn't feel like shit, okay, if I had more than one other person around who was not a child and who could do the things I can't, like do the yard and cook and do repairs and basic maintenance; and someone else to split everything else that I like but is too much for me. It would free me to do what I am good at and enjoy. Cleaning, as in the sink and toilet, the windows, the blinds. Taking out trash. Folding, hanging, and sorting laundry.

But because all the shit I can do often relies on other shit being done first, and I can't do or have trouble doing those things, the shit I can do often can't be done. And even the shit I can do, I can't do ALL of it. So I can't keep up, and things get very bad.

We aren't meant to live like this. We are not meant to live like this.

That thought hurts so much because being able to flee the birth family is integral to survival for so many people. I'm so afraid that living in larger family groups would create more opportunities for, say, queer kids to be isolated, rejected, bullied, and abused. But if we gave people enough money to survive, and stopped considering children the property of their parents with no system in place to help them escape bad situations except a system that is often just as bad, just different.

I'm aware that communes and collectives aren't all that successful and are kind of a joke. I don't mean that. I mean a fundamental shift to multigenerational families where taking in "strays" (which my family did) is also normalized so people escaping abuse into existing households was accepted, with these families centered in maybe a couple of different larger residences so not everyone has to buy and maintain their own fucking washing machine and vacuum cleaner, and so people can benefit from large group meals that yield leftovers, and so child and elder care can also be centralized.

Then disabled people and the neurodivergent and sick and injured people, and pregnant people, and grieving people, would not have to either labor through all those stressors or consign themselves to living off an unlivable pittance or being put under legal guardianship.

I'm not saying anything new. People live like this in other parts of the world and maybe it sucks and I am wrong. But I'm just really mad right now because I can either do laundry or clean the sink but not both, and I really think we could improve society somewhat by making it so I did not have to choose one without sacrificing the other.

[tizeline]

1-I've fallen in love with your Tiz Sep AU, especially how you made Mikey the problem child with the hardest redemption arc out of the 4, because normally it's not Mikey who gets that role (Cause he'll always be a sweet kid no matter what dimension or universe or faction he's in<3), so I'm really interested to see how Sep Mikey and Sep Donnie finally reconcile and become closer<3<3<3<3

I'm glad you're enjoying the AU :D! And I'm still trying to figure out how the events of the movie is gonna go down in the AU, but so far this is what I've come up with (though keep in mind this is subject to change)

So it's during season 2 that all that drama between Mikey and... basically everyone else in his family gets really intense, but he does end up mostly reconciling with Leo, Raph and Draxum during the season 2 finale (don't know the details yet, just that it's gonna happen). With that character development, Mikey also grows more accepting towards humans, he still doesn't like them but he's also not trying to destroy them all so that's something!

But Mikey and Donnie just can't seem to get along, in the time leading up to the invasion they're just stuck in this constant state of animosity. Raph and Leo certainly try to mediate, but it's almost like Mikey and Donnie don't want to get along. It's kinda one of those situations where it doesn't really matter why two people started fighting, cuz now they're been fighting for so long and about so many things that it feels impossible to even try to make peace.

So then The Foot get the Key, which in the AU happens because Donnie and Mikey can't stop fighting for two fricking seconds and they screw up the mission. And then each of them blame the other for the mission going wrong, which just gets worse when Casey Jr shows up and warns them about the Krang and goddam these two are being annoying. STILL! Despite their less than ideal relationship, they have started genuinely care about each other, and they both feel guilty about losing the Key, so when Mikey sees an opportunity of getting the Key back he goes for it (like canon!Leo did). And when Donnie sees that Mikey is about to get fucking skewered by the Krang, he jumps in front of his little brother and shield him with his own body (like canon!Raph did).

The story from here on out is not as thought out, but needless to say Donnie gets captured and "krangified". I'm kinda thinking that instead of the Krang just making him a soldier like Raph was, they instead hook Donnie up to the Technodrome or something? And after being freed from the Krang's control, maybe Donnie can still take control of the Technodrome himself to pilot it back through the portal. Cuz ya know, they still need a way to send it back into the prison dimension and the other turtles can't connect to the TD because of their hard shells. I did have an idea of potentially making April pilot the thing lmao, but I also have a headcanon that the only reason Donnie could pilot the TD at all was because he has some Krang DNA in him (empyrean), which April obviously doesn't. So Donnie will still probably be the one to send the TD back into the prison dimension.

In the AU, I imagine that Leo and Raph are still kinda dealing with the whole leadership-issue throughout the invasion haha. It's not nearly as dramatic and hostile this time around, don't worry! But I love the idea of Leo and Raph becoming co-leaders, only problem is that they're still trying to figure out what exactly that looks like for them. It not a huge issue when they're doing small-scale missions, but with how intense and stressful the invasion is, they're kinda struggling figuring out how exactly their dynamic should look like.

But back to Mikey, he obviously feels guilty as fuck over Donnie sacrificing himself for him and he's not handling very well. Mikey having lost access to his mystic powers is also really getting to him considering how heavily he relies on them. Leo's drama with Casey Jr in the movie is in the AU replaced with Mikey's drama with Casey Jr. Mikey is initially pretty cold towards CJ just because he's human, when Donnie gets taken Mikey decides to direct his hurt and anger at CJ because... well... he's human! And he didn't properly warn them about the Krang! So obviously it's somehow his fault that Donnie got taken! Somehow! It's very weird for CJ to interact with pre-character-development-Mikey acting like a petty brat about the whole situation, he's hurt by it but also quickly just grows very annoyed at Mikey's hostility towards him. And then we get That One Scene where CJ yells at Leo to get his shit together, except of course this time it's him yelling at Mikey haha.

Anyway, then Mikey DOES get his shit together, and he manages to help Donnie break free of the Krang's control by giving this big heartfelt speech about how he's sorry about how he has been acting and he wants to befriend Donnie and become real brother, you get it. But Mikey still feels guilty about everything that has happened, and to add on to that he still kinda has main character syndrome lol. Point is when Raph, Leo and Donnie all get knocked out of the fight and it's only Mikey against Krang One, he pretty quickly decides to sacrifice himself if it means defeating the Krang. It goes down pretty similarly to how Leo did it in canon, Mikey can fly so he lures Krang One into the prison dimension and is able to restrain him there long enough with his chains to convince CJ to close the portal.

So then the question is - how the HELL does he get out of there??? Mikey opened up the portal in canon, which is gonna be hard for him to do in the AU if he's being beaten within an inch of his life by Krang One haha. But I do think I've figured it out, so Leo and Raph at this point in the story have unlocked their Hamato Ninpo but Mikey hasn't, because their Ninpo is fueled by like... the connection to their family, and Mikey doesn't feel very connected to his Hamato ancestry before this obviously. But what if this is the moment where he doesn finally unlock his Ninpo! After both Donnie and Mikey proved their dedication to each other through their sacrifices, Mikey finally feels connected to the Hamato family. The way I imagine this scene is that it's not just Mikey creating the portal, his brothers are reaching out to him with their Ninpo and Mikey is able to reach back, even while in different dimensions. They're able to establish a familiar connection and because of that a litteral connection is formed through the portal, and Mikey is brought home.

Lastly I wanna talk about Donnie, specifically the uh. Injury he gets from the Krang when he shields Mikey. I actually drew this really quick sketch of that moment a while back but I never posted it here so I might as well do it now! It's not super gory or anything, but Donnie's shoulder got a little but fucking impaled and also there's blood so I'm putting it underneath the read more thing

Haha remember when I said this this AU was gonna stay mostly silly goofy? Teehee!

Anyway, I can't really decide if I wanna make Donnie just lose his enitre arm after this because lol. Lmao. But the reason Donnie doesn't like die from blood loss right after this moment is because the Krang goop is sealing up the injury, both when he first gets captured and interrogated, as well as during the time when he's under Krang control. After he's freed, he's mostly only able to help in the fight by piloting the Technodrome up partway through the portal, maybe he's able to like act as support in the fight against Krang One by using his Ninpo? But yeah no he basically gets benched as soon as his brothers get him back because he's still quite injured.

But look on the bright side, Mikey and Donnie both being on bedrest after the invasion gives them PLENTY of time to bond! :D Like sure, they showed how far they're both willing to go for each other during the invasion, but they've still got a lot of bad blood to sort out afterwards and them both being stuck in medbay kinda forces them to deal with their problems haha. So yeah, while the invasion is the catalyst for them making peace, it's mostly during their recovery that they properly bond with each other. (Prepare for B-Team cuddles, it WILL happen!)

And you asked about specifially when Donnie loses his immunity towards Mikey's puppy dog eyes, and I'd imagine it's during their recovery. Not only because they're growing closer, but also because his baby brother is INJURED and SUFFERING and to Donnie's horror he quickly realizes that he is unable to say no to Mikey now haha XD

HOOBOY that's basically everything, I still have to figure out a lot of the details, but writing this all down made me realize that I've figured out way more of the plot than I initially thought, so that's nice!

[mosaickiwi]

Home Away From

I love hopeless agony almost as much as tooth rotting fluff??

Post-kidnapping Angel adjusting (badly) to the new normal.

might do a part 2 where it gets even worse idk ← my last words before i get thrown out of the plane

Kidnapping, imprisonment, codependency, etc.

proceed with caution

Eyes straight forward, you had to keep yourself occupied fiddling with the edge of a couch cushion. Every single one had a few loose threads from how often you worried away at them. 

Twelve… thirteen… fourteen neatly aligned book spines on the lowest shelf behind the dark haired man kneeling in front of you. A full, hardcover collection of your favorite webcomic, each book signed and dedicated to you. Maybe you'd force yourself to read them all again. For the third time since your arrival.

"Angel."

It was hard to keep track of how long you'd been here—in this house far removed from Corland Bay, with everything you ever wanted in a forever home. All those wild, fantasy-ridden dreams you joked about with Ren, and then [REDACTED], were true now.

And yet your supposed fiancé carried you over the threshold of that forever home kicking and screaming. 

"Still not talking?"

His hand reached for yours, fingers gently lacing between your own before you eventually pulled away. You saw their real reaction in the corner of your vision. By now, you knew him as obsessively as he knew you—there wasn't much he could hide anymore. The pain in his blue eyes lingered for too long this time.

It hurt. You hated to see that look on his face. But you hated being trapped here so much more than that. Why couldn't he understand?

Realistically, a silent treatment would get you nowhere. A few hours had turned to days, then weeks, and he was still soft-spoken and doting towards you. There was hardly a difference in the man you proposed to, and the one that bolted the front door shut from the outside on the few occasions they left for supplies.

You were too used to domestic life, too docile compared to that first day—sometimes you'd lose yourself and forget you were a prisoner. All your old hobbies still occupied your days while he sat nearby, and it just felt natural to include the only person you ever saw. To call his name and read a passage from a book aloud for him to laugh, or casually scoot closer to him for warmth during a movie.

Those moments when you forgot felt like they could slot in between all your old memories with ease.

"I'm sorry, love. I only wanted t'keep you safe," he whispered.

His breath almost tickled your legs, followed by the feel of his forehead resting against them. The urge to brush a hand through their hair—an innocent gesture you did at least daily back home—hurt just as much to ignore.

Were it not for their words of apology, even now could've been another memory. Who could fault you for falling into habits of comfort with the one who lived for you, and you alone?

The silent treatment was the best you could do.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Tired and disoriented, you woke up alone in your bedroom. The pink haired plushie you normally cuddled had disappeared somewhere, probably tossed to a corner of the room in your fitful sleep. Your usual replacement for a space heater was nowhere to be found, either.

Had he stayed up late? You called their name. "Ren?"

A muted commotion in the hallway outside, then the door creaked open. "Angel?" your beloved hacker answered back cautiously.

"Are you coming to bed?"

There was no response for a long moment. But soon enough, his familiar footsteps sounded against the floor.

You sat up and pulled the blanket to the side for them. As he settled in, you cuddled close, resting one arm over their chest while your head laid in its rightful place atop his shoulder. You managed to lean up and find their lips for a quick kiss before closing your eyes.

Though you couldn't see his face, you imagined the blush that painted his cheeks at every piece of affection you gave. With the thought fresh in your mind, you drifted off.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Hours later you woke again, your rest this time far more peaceful in their embrace. A pitiful, lazy groan left you as you stretched, then opened your eyes to greet your partner.

[REDACTED] was silently looking down at you, propped up on one arm. 

You reached up to cup his cheek and smiled at him. He leaned into your touch like always, but their usual loving gaze was laced with hesitation. As if waiting for something. Anxious of what could bother him, your hand followed the line of his jaw down to their neck, past the tattooed heart of your name, and settled on a piece of jewelry. 

Was that correct? It felt off. A long moment passed as you fiddled with it, trying to figure out what was so out of place about that silver chain, until it hit you.

The golden ring was back on his necklace, instead of on your finger where it belonged. Where it used to belong.

Weeks, or maybe even months ago, when they kept you in a careful hold while locking the bedroom door behind them—you'd thrown that ring in his face the second he let you go. 

For all the scratches and bite marks you'd put on his arm, tearing at skin that was already long scarred, he hadn't shown a hint of worry. Not until they bent down to get the ring that hit their chest and clattered to the floor.

It was the same worried face you saw now.

Your hand stilled, and before you could even whisper the words you wanted to yell, he slipped from the bed to give you space. The door clicked shut behind them to trap you in with your thoughts.

How could you be so stupid? Weak? They didn't have to try at all to wear you down; you did it all on your own. He tore you away from friends and family, yet here you were, forgetting yourself to play house with him. Then you took it a step further and let him sleep in your bed.

Nails dug into the pillow under your head, but instead of throwing it you squeezed it tight to your chest. You bit your lip to hold back the tears, glaring down at the empty spot on your ring finger that had only now begun to match the skin around it.

Another foolish dream to pile with all the others.

As much as you wanted to hope they would see reason one day and bring you back home to make things right—a thought far past irrational by now—you had to mourn the life taken from you.

You knew them, you knew them. Always seeking your favor so quickly that any argument quelled before it had a chance to begin, but stubborn when he felt it necessary.

If the first answer was a no… the next one and the next one wouldn't change. You should've accepted it the second he locked the door.

Ren was the only person you'd ever see again.

[silvers-not-home]

rewatching double life right now but through jimmys pov and just realized how violently ill rancher duo makes me /aff

like there's no way there's a duo THIS healthy in this series. the whole fucking point of the life series is betrayal and deception and blah blah blah all that jazz but rancher duo never did any of that. they always told eachother their plans, ideas, schemes, where they were going. and even if they didn't cough cough jimmy going into the deep dark cough cough he still came clean and told tango anyways. we have someone who's death is such a staple in the fandom/series that it's become a whole thing and someone who's death you go "oh yeahhh i forgot about that one, how'd he die again?"

they're both so ignored and the fact that they pay so much attention to eachother literally makes me sick to my stomach /hj /aff

like i don't know much about flower husbands but like. i know it probably wasn't.. the healthiest of any of the ships so take my words with a grain of sand here. jimmy was practically invisible to scott no hate love him to death but c!scott IS on my hit list and tango is just so blatantly ignored by the watchers and other members sometimes i literally forget he's there and when i do my autism shoots up like a firework.

jimmy is mocked in a /lh way but we're talking abt their c!versions so that might not be as lighthearted as you think c!jimmy sorry bud so much to the point no one takes him seriously and tango is so forgotten that no one takes him seriously. though they might not be taken seriously when they're together they're still known throughout the server. jimmy has what tango doesn't: patience and less impulsive thinking. and tango has what jimmy doesn't: rage and more tactical thinking.

while tango is going absolutely apeshit over the ranch burning down and everyone is basically taunting him, making him even more upset as if either of them need that jimmy is the one to hold tango back. he doesn't want him rushing in not because they share health and trying to keep himself safe desert duo im looking at you, you toxic bastards /aff but because he genuinely CARES about him. because when they go after scar and grian they want to be prepared and logical about their attacks. he'll still listen and follow through with tangos plan but not when they don't have one, he was so excited to bring the warden to grian and scar because he genuinely believed that they would get revenge the safe way (as safe as you can get anyways)

and when the plan backfired he didn't get mad or upset at tango. he helped him through it with the knowledge they could both die just by one small slip up but damnit if he's gonna take them out he's standing tall next to him.

they never got mad at eachother. not when the plans backfired or when jimmy died and lost all his stuff and had to travel across the whole server just to not get his stuff back or when jimmy went into the deep dark, putting them both in danger or when tango got them both killed in the FIRST EPISODE, activating his curse again (i know it wasn't technically jimmy that died but he still lost a life so i'm counting it anyways shut up)

because grian would've been pissed (talking about character versions still stick with me here) at scar if the roles were swapped, probably would've kept him at their base for the whole damn season actually. but jimmy listened to tango, obviously he was upset but never at tango. he just wanted to know what lead up to that and from that they made a plan.

the difference between team rancher and desert duo is when scars falling grian yells out for him, not because he cares about scars safety but because he cares about his safety.

meanwhile when tangos falling jimmy jumps after him while screaming his name, making sure that if he's going to die it's tangos name staining his tongue and without the selfish intent of keeping himself safe.

because when grain looks into scars eyes he only sees himself. meanwhile when jimmy looks into tangos eyes he sees tango looking back.

[starry-bi-sky]

more incorrect quotes for the stillborn danyal au - dpxdc

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Student: so like,, *gesturing to Plasmius* is he like,,, your dad or...?? Phantom: he would be if he wasn't such a BITCH Plasmius: excuse me Phantom: YOU HEARD ME

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Under the Bleachers: Danny and Dash smoking in solidarity Dash: Danny: Dash: do you have notes from Lancer's class today Danny: since when do I ever have notes from Lancer's class Danny: I can ask Tucker but only if you have notes from Abernathy's class Dash: deal

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Sam and Tucker: *making s'mores with Danny's lava hair* Danny, as Phantom: >:I Sam: you're just mad because you didn't think of it first Danny: yEAH

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Danny, freshly ghosted: .... Danny: well. at least i dont need to waste money on lighters anymore

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Tucker: with how long your hair gets we may just have to start calling you rapunzel Danny: don't you dare Sam: rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your lava hair Danny: NO

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Danny's hair tie breaks in the middle of a fight Danny: fuck Skulker: language child Danny, pushing lava bangs out of his face: fuck you! just for this im turning your suit into molten slag Skulker: waitholdonwecantALK--

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Danny: you know, by your logic Maddie is equally as guilty for abandoning you as Jack. She also never visited you while you were in the hospital. Vlad, had put his infatuation with Maddie aside but still kinda had feelings for her: Vlad: you're right Danny, not used to an adult agreeing with him: I-- huh, I am? Vlad: yes. If Dr. Walker had cared about me -- even if only as a friend, she would have tried to remain in contact with me. But she didn't. She is also as equally guilty for the accident that took your life too since she also failed to properly check over the portal for flaws and any improper wiring. Danny: wait- wait, i mean-- Vlad: this means only one thing Danny, bewildered: ??? Vlad, extinguishing all lingering feelings: I have to kill her too (somehow) Danny: nO.

[fantomette22]

So hm I'm probably just imagining things very hard and I can't really prove anything but I just got a revelation...

I don't know if someone thought about it before but you see our dear Thiollier from the dlc? Could he be from the Marais family of Shaded castle by any chance !?!? Or a relative of them somehow?!

I mean I just realised the clothes and vibes looks way too similar

Maleigh Marais :

poisonous weapons and incantations (as lore state all men of the family have a fragile health they are all "silly born")

Thiollier :

He have a "weak" physics (something very look down upon in Leyndell and by his mother apparently) and he specialise in poison weapons/parfum like the weapons of Marais & co We know the perfumers are mostly from Altus and where shaded castle is too.

I know his set is mostly based on st Trina for sure but he could have changed or based it on something he already own as well

[nandermoenthusiast]

im just imagining nandermo in a very enclosed space like for some reason they gotta be chest to chest pushed up against a wall and its awkward for a moment but then nandors eyes are just boring into guillermos and guillermo has that uncertain but unwavering stare too, and is this what is gonna take for them to kiss?

[hyfinart]

HATE. HATE.