#LIKE RAPHAEL LITERALLY SHUT HIM OFF

[unreadpoppy]

I think it's funny how the narrator basically asks you, before choosing to sign or not Raphael's contract, who do you trust more: The Emperor or Raphael, the devil himself.

And, honestly? I have no reason to trust the Emperor more than I trust Raphael.

Because give it or take, Raphael has been more honest about his shit than the Emperor. The first time you meet him, he shows you he's a devil. He kept his part of the deal after we killed the orthon, and even now, he straight up tells us what he's going to use the crown for.

The Emperor, however, has been lying to us since the begining. Like, him lying about his identity was a HUGE no no for me. I "understand" that he didn't want to scares us due to being a mind flayer, but at that point in game (when he shows his true self), we've already met Omelumm, who is a mind flayer but who tried to help us. Also, his instance on the "eat this tadpole, embrace your powers" is very iffy to me cause like dude i'm not doing it. Like you already lied about your true identity, why should I trust you with this bullshit?

Also, since I'm comparing the Emperor to Omelumm, I might as well compare Raphael to the other devil who is out there offering deals: Mizora. Mizora lies, adds shit that only makes Wyll's life harder. We have every reason not to trust Mizora, beyond the fact that she's a devil (which, i'm not gonna lie, i feel like a reason there's such a push against raphael's deal is bc he is a devil and y'know how religion messes with that But anyways, i'm not gonna get into that).

The Emperor looks worse in comparison to Omelumm, but Raphael looks better in comparison to Mizora, is basically what i'm trying to get here.

Also also, if you talk with Korilla, she legit says that Raphael's a good boss, treats her better than a FREAKING GOD did. Like, honestly, I (and i really only mean I,me,myself) up until this point in the game have no freaking reason to not trust Raphael. Like, ffs, he didn't even ask for my soul in exchange.

Anyways, this is MY opinion, MY thoughts on the choice my character has done.

[redsrooftopprincess]

I love absolutely everything you've posted for Raph, and I was reading through your disability HC again, and if you have time. Could you do a small fic or headcanons of Raphael getting a massage from his beautiful to help relieve some of his pain?

I'M SO SORRY I tried to write this THREE TIMES THREE DIFFERENT WAYS and make it sweet and heartfelt....

But the boy wanted smut.

Where There's Smoke

Fem reader x Raphael

🌶️🌶️🌶️

Warnings: marijuana, smut

If you're a minor *makes a shooing motion* go'way.

The cloud you exhale hangs in the air, curling around the lamplight. You sit in the warm comfort of your apartment, sat sideways, legs draped over Raphael's lap on the loveseat. He reaches over and plucks the joint from your outstretched hand.

"mmm..." you say, smiling, as he takes a long drag. You lean your head against the back of the couch, and close your eyes with a sigh, as the indica flows through your system and washes away a truly shitty week.

When you open them, he is exhaling nearly half the joint. You laugh and wave the smoke out of your face. It look a lot to get the turtles high. Mike and Donnie were still working on a strain powerful enough to do the job, but it was slow going and more of a fun pet project than a priority.

However, you know better than to take more than one *small* hit of the boys' weed. You only had to make that mistake once.

You love nights like this. His very rare nights off, when it's just the two of you hanging out in your apartment. When you could convince him to smoke with you it was even better, because, for a few hours, his pain was a little more manageable.

You swing your legs off of him and he groans quietly when you push off of his thigh to stand up. "Shit! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He laughs gently, "Yeah. No, it's fine. Felt good, actually." He sighs, "Rough week."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him for a moment before your eyes narrow the corner of your mouth turns up slowly. He knows that look. You have an idea.

He's a little more than slightly worried as he watches you dash out of the living room and down the hall into the bathroom. There is a reason you and Donnie are best friends. This could go in literally any direction. You return a few moments later with a bottle in hand.

You walk around to the front of the couch and, tug on his jeans, "Lose 'em," you say. It wasn't weird for him to get comfortable at your house. You'd patched him up enough times that seeing him in his underwear was pretty normal.

You set down the bottle of lotion on the coffee table, and walk away to grab a towel. He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his forehead when the realization hits him. "(Y/N), you really don't have to do this."

You ignore him, and return, setting the towel on the table.

He sighs, sitting up, "Seriously, (Y/N) you don't have to do this -"

"Shut up." You say firmly, but not unkindly, looking up from what you're doing. His beak snaps shut. You didn't get firm with him often, so when you did, he paid attention. "You do everything for everyone else, let someone take care of you for once." The gaze you held had no room for argument, and he sighs and stands up, removing his jeans. He gives you an exasperated look during the entire process.

You can't help but steal a glance at his thighs as he sits back down. The way the muscles move beneath his scarred scales makes your mouth water.

To say you are holding a torch for the terrapin would be a lie. It's more like a barely controlled forest fire. He was beautiful in so many ways, and if it didn't make him so uncomfortable you would compliment his body more often.

You instruct him to rest one foot on the coffee table and you straddle his leg, knowing that making any kind of difference was going to require a lot more strength than was in your hands.

"Y/N..."

You reach forward and flick the middle of his forehead without looking, while you snatch the bottle off of the coffee table with your other hand.

"Ow! Hey! What the hell was that for?!" He exclaims, rubbing his head.

"I heard you the first time," you say casually, not looking up from pouring the lotion into your palm.

You rub lotion between your hands to warm it up, before pressing your hands down just above his knee and using nearly your entire weight to push along his quad.

"mmm fuck..." He groans, sinking back further in the couch, no longer interested in protesting as his eyes fall closed. You press your lips together, trying to ignore how hot that was and failing miserably.

In your intoxicated state, you may not have thought this whole thing through.

You had been growing closer. You're not sure when it happened, but touches have become softer, hugs longer. You drift to each other's side, even if you start out on opposite ends of a room. It was something both of you noticed, and neither of you acknowledged.

Your friendship has continued as if nothing has changed, but mundane moments are becoming more intimate, and intimate moments more frequent, and right now you were straddling his thigh and the soft groans and sighs you were pulling from him with every ministration were doing nothing for your composure.

Between the weed and the massage, this is the most relaxed he's felt in a while. He thinks to himself that he's going to have to do something really nice for you later.

You, however, are experiencing the exact opposite effect. The drug has made your body more sensitive, and with every brush of his leg between yours as you move along his thigh, ripples of sensation move up and out. You really hope he's too high to notice you shiver.

He shifts his weight, raising his leg, and accidentally brushing against your core. The small sound that escapes you makes both of you freeze.

That tiny sound, barely louder than a whisper had gone off like a gun shot in his head, shutting down every other one of his senses that wasn't completely honed in on you. There was no way that actually just happened, right?

He looks down at you, while you look away, face burning. There's no way he doesn't know your into him now, and now you've made things weird and awkward. You try to come up with a way to brush off what just happened, terrified of what he must think of you.

The only thing he's thinking is that whatever he has to do to get you to make that sound again, he's gonna to do it. And then he's gonna do it again.

Taking your chin in his hand, he turns you to face him as he places the other on your waist. Holding your gaze with a curious expression, your heart pounds as he pulls his leg off the table so that his foot is on the floor.

He flexes, his thigh pressing into you, and you shut your eyes, drawing a shuddering breath as you feel a flood of warmth at your core. You scent blooms upward into him and his grip around your waist tightens, while his other hand also falls to your waist. When you open your eyes, he is looking down at you with a dark smirk. That was all the validation he needed.

He pulls you up and then back against his thigh, watching your eyes fall closed and your mouth fall open. Your breathing stutters as your hips involuntarily rock against him. When he presses up harder against you, a moan is torn from your throat and you have to brace yourself on his leg.

He grabs the leg in between his own and pulls you up and it over, so that you're straddling his waist. He crashes his lips to yours, the weed making everything hazy and dream-like, and you open to him gladly, tangling his tongue with your own.

His hands slide up your waist, and you only separate for a moment, to help him remove your shirt, before crashing back into him like a wave. When you rock your hips against the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, his mouth is ripped from yours in a groan.

You reach for him, almost desperately, to bring his mouth back to yours, but he removes his hands from your waist and places them on your shoulders to stop you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Wait... Sweetheart..." He's panting and trembling and it's taking all his restraint to not buck his hips into you, "If we keep going, this is gonna happen... And I need to know it's not just the weed. That this is really what you want..."

He looks at you and everything in him was screaming to just take you. You've wanted her since the day you met. She's ready. She's *more* than willing... but he's not an animal. And if it's not what you actually want it would ruin your friendship.

You look up at him in disbelief, also trembling. Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, you pull him down to you, brushing your lips against his with a whispered, "It is."

You're not sure when or how you ended up against the wall, with him grinding his thigh against your cunt, but you are not complaining. In fact, the only intelligible thought screaming through your veins at the moment is

MORE.

You grind hard against him, clenching around nothing, and in a moment it feels like you might drown in the emptiness. You whimper into his mouth. "Raph... Please..."

He doesn't need to be asked twice. He carries you to your bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours, and lays you on the bed. Detaching your legs from him he grabs the waistband of your cotton shorts and and removes them and your soaked panties in one motion

He looks at you, for just a moment, naked and trembling and wanting HIM, and he commits the sight to memory, before smirking like the devil and diving in like a man starved.

"Fuck! " you cry, arching, as he licks a stripe up your cunt, drinking your arousal like wine, savoring you on his tongue. You're already so sensitive. His tongue swirls around your clit and you shudder as pleasure ripples through your body.

He licks up your slit again and again, before pulling your thighs further apart and fucking you with his tongue. The soft feeling of his tongue curling inside you lights up your nervous system like a Christmas tree, and soon you're a trembling, whimpering mess.

You almost protest as his tongue leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by an oversized digit pushing into you slowly. His tongue returns to your clit, swirling and sucking, devouring you as the cord inside your center winds tighter.

Curling his finger up, and finding that secret spot inside of you, you feel as though you'd fall apart if he wasn't holding you together.

The cord pulls tight, and with a gasp, snaps. You come undone. With your hand on the back of his head, your moans ricocheting off the walls, you ride out your release.

You come back to consciousness as he's crawling up your body, having removed the last barrier between you. He attacks your throat, licking and scenting, giving you no time to recover, his instincts screaming for him to mark you as HIS.

His lips return to yours as he slides his own arousal against your folds, coating himself in your slick. He moans softly at your warmth and finally starts pushing into you slowly.

The way he stretches you fills you completely, and every inch feels like embers scattering through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, whimpering and shuddering as he bottoms out.

He stills for a moment, trembling, attempting to control this breathing, not wanting this to be over before it starts.

With a shuddering breath he moves so slowly, pulling all the way out before returning to sheathe himself inside of you. He gradually finds his rhythm, and you move together pushing and pulling like a bellows, feeding the scattered sparks inside you.

He slides a hand under your thigh, hitching it up to go deeper.

As his speed increases, the embers catch inside your skin and set you alight. It almost feels like you can't breath for the fire in your veins, but you are somehow able to moan his name, so you're probably okay.

Keening moans escape you, and he swallows them greedily, kissing you with everything he has and everything he's ever wanted. Kissing you as if by doing so he could convince you to stay like this forever.

You feel your release building, and by the stuttering groans and whispers of your name, you can tell his isnt far behind.

You reach up and touch his face, and he lifts his head to look at you, never slowing. You wanted him to see, to know that you were there with him, that you were his.

You gasp, and with a cry you arch into him as the fire consumes you. He wraps an arm around you, holding you against him as he follows suit, moaning your name into your shoulder as he spills himself into you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you shiver as he pulls himself from you. Lying on his side to face you, he reaches out and pulls you to him holding you, breathless, as you both come down from your high.

Foreheads touching, eyes closed, you just breath each other in, both of you in kind-of-but-not-really disbelief.

He lifts his head and looks down at you. You open your eyes to meet his, and they shine with affection and gratitude and maybe something deeper, but that was a conversion for a different day.

"So..." he says softly, "when are we gonna do the other leg?" He grins as you laugh and slap him half-heartedly on the chest.

"You're a dick."

"You love it."

.....

He's not wrong.

.....

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[sprite-writes-fanfic]

hey so how do you think 2003 boys would deal with being the one asked out by their crush, full confidence, but not overdoing it and mellow. Very I know you like me, i knew you were never gonna ask me out though(cuz the boys worry about their own appearance being scary. Crush thinks they’re very handsome despite the doubt), so I figured One of us had too? Also lets them know they can still be friends if it’s a possible no (they highly doubt it though they’re just being considerate to their favourite of the brothers)?

Can do! 🫡

Asking THEM Out

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 560

CW: Gender neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, you ask out the turtles, fluff!

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 The casual asking him out throws him through a god damn loop. Leo is just overall shocked honestly, doesn’t expect for you to be like, “Hey, wanna go on a date?” You let him know he can say no of course and that there’s no hard feelings, but he quickly shut that down and said he wanted to go on this date.

💙 Secretly thrilled though, like dude is so happy. In all honesty, I feel like it would take Leo so long to ACTUALLY confess, like you’d guys be in your thirties or something and he finally says something about his feelings, so you making the first moves, that helps a lot.

💙 Asks you if you’re sure first, because you know the whole mutant thing, and how it would be a little hard on the dating life, I mean the dangers and people never knowing who your boyfriend was could weigh down on you, but you waving off those concerns with that smile makes him feel a little better about it all.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

Raph is lowkey surprised by this, seems like somebody has bigger balls between the two, and it was you. Chuckles at first and is like, “You serious?” And wouldn’t even let you try and back out of it with the ‘you don’t have to if you don’t want to’ bs.

A little more surprised when you confirm that you’re indeed serious about this. Now has that huge smirk resting on his face and he’s leaning in close, “Well why don’t we go out right now?”

Overall, he took it very well and was very happy with the result. Probably makes out with you at the end of the date too not gonna lie, I mean, he’s been waiting for this long. He’s the second chillest out of the brothers, (Mikey is number one).

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Works out well for Donnie if anything, he’ll push off confessing because of his worries of ruining the already great relationship the two of you already have.

💜 You see him visibly relax when you ask him out, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders immediately. He listens to everything before giving an answer. Absolutely says yes and lets you pick out the date you wanna go on. Doesn’t care where you guys go, as long as it’s a fun date for both of you.

💜 By the end of it, you guys are holding hands while watching a movie together to finish the date night off. Actually asks you to spend the night (rather shyly), and you guys cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey’s so chill with it, compared to most of his brother's reactions. Yeah he’s surprised, don’t think he isn’t, I mean when you literally asked, he made the ‘o’ face, before smiling widely. With how he’s reacting you don’t even have to backtrack in case things went wrong, you knew he was all for it.

🧡 Asks it’s a joke first before celebrating and bragging to his brothers and father. Literally everyone will know, and no, telling him ‘no’ is not an option, he has bragging rights now, and he’s gonna abuse the shit out of those bragging rights.

🧡 Probably the most chaotic couple though, you guys can range from very chill to pranking the brothers together within seconds. Everyone’s happy for Mikey, but… They didn’t expect double trouble.

[melancholysway]

Leonardo's Green Flags & Positive Traits

because i haven't been online in months and I'm so sorry :( I have literally no excuse LMAO only that I'm working full time and 10 hour shifts :(

Always makes sure he gets a good night or good morning out of you. It lets him know you're awake or about to go to sleep, and you're safe in your bed.

Tries (oh so hard) to cook for you, it doesn't matter what It is, he always tries (it's always a fail, but it's the thought that counts!

Encourages bonding time, Leo seems like a loner at times, but he craves alone time with you since he never gets it that often because of your schedules (him being tired from patrol during the day and being active at night, and you vice versa.)

Sends you corny videos that he finds with a "this reminded me of you lol" at the end of it (Leo doesn't give off emoji-user vibes tbh, more like a " -_-, :), :o" kind of guy)

(in relation to his red flags) Pretty chill most of the time

apologizes after saying something that he knows hurt you, will always try and make it up somehow

WILLING TO CHANGE UNLIKE HIS OTHER BROTHERS AHEM

Adaptability, as in, he can adapt to how he is with your mood. If you don't feel like talking but wanna be in his space, he can do that. He can match your energy perfectly at times

ASKS before coming over to see you. Not trying to throw his other brothers under the bus (*cough* MIKEY *cough*) but he actually will ask you an hour or two in advance if he can come over or vice versa, it gives you enough time to get ready and such.

Really doesn't mind you hanging out with his brothers, as long as they're not annoying him, he's fine with it

Talks about you 24/7 with Master Splinter.

Actually, in general, he just can't shut up about you.

If anything that he sees or hears reminds him of you just a smidge, he's talking about it.

Honestly...

not that hard to impress.

Less is more to him, he doesn't like extra-ness or anything, and would much rather you be yourself how you normally are

(in relation to his red flags) knows when something's wrong or off with you. He can sense it

After all this man literally reads you every time he's around you, so it's no surprise he can tell if you're not yourself

(not relationship related) but KNOWS HOW TO READ THE ROOM. This is not a diss to the other three, (though I feel like Raphael can read a room well,) he just knows the stop limit or how to act accordingly

(for the 2007 Leo fans): Sends you letters during his training, and STILL gives you letters even when he comes back, he thinks its cute if he left a note on your window for you to read

(also 2007 Leo fans): brings you back gifts from his time in South America, mainly gems or rocks he could find, but the occasional necklace or bracelet he made with the things he found, he likes to think he's "crafty"

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

Chapter 1: Preparations and Purple Dragons

Characters: Kendra, Jase, Jeremy, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo

A/N: Kicking off the first day of my summer break with a fic! I've been working on this for a while now, so I hope you like it! Apologies for the short length and any bad writing! I was very inspired by @yanteetle , @pianocat939 , @yanyanderes , and @yandere-toons ! (edit: @oleander-nin too!!)

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, stalking, Jase gets kicked in the shin (spoiler: it's Kendra), attempted(?) peer pressure, Leo and Donnie are creepers.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Please Reblog writer's work!

Chapter Summary: You hang out with the Purple Dragons, and the Hamato brothers prepare for your arrival.

Word Count: 1166

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Kendra had her hand on the back of your neck, leading you further into the Purple Dragon's closed-off corner of the computer lab.

"And this is the Dragon's Tooth," she said as she pointed to a large, circular table with a small, green device suspended in a glass tube.

"Oooo!" You leaned towards it in curiosity, careful to not get too close to the lasers, "What does it do?" Before Kendra could answer you, Jase rushed over and started to explain with a speedy voice, "The Dragon's Tooth is a military-grade piece of technology that- ow!"

Kendra had kicked him in the shin. Hard. From what you had known about her, she didn't like to be interuppted.

"Shut up, Jase," Kendra snapped.

Jase kneeled on the ground on one leg, rubbing the kicked one with a grimace on his angular face. You reached out to him, but Kendra casually pulled you by the collar of your shirt next to her, placing her hand on the back of the neck you craned to see if Jase was okay and pushed you along yet again.

Your watch suddenly let out a long, piercing beep, which caused your gaze to turn to the plastic screen.

"Oh, I need to get home!" You exclaimed, rushing from Kendra to grab your bag.

"Awh, c'mon, can't you stay a little longer?" Jeremy strolled towards you along with the rest of the Purple Dragons. You were, quite literally, cornered by them, but you still persisted in your quest to return home.

"But I really gotta leave! I'll see you tommorow!" You rushed out, waving to the students strung up by their knickers outside their tech cubbyhole. The Purple Dragons didn't pursue, looking at the silent, red device on the collar of shirt in a cocktails of smugness and satisfaction (mostly from Kendra) and slight guilt of invading your privacy (mostly Jase).

You rushed to the bike racks as soon as you came out of the double doors of the High School. Going to unlock your bike, you spotted a figure in purple slink down an alleyway.

You pulled up to your residence, locking your bike and unlocking the door to your home. Taking off your shoes, and setting your bag down on your bed, you flopped down onto the carpet, feeling the rough material rubbing against your cheek. Despite it grating against your face, you found a sense of comfort in the act. You turned towards your bed, focusing on the underside. Stuck to one of the nails of the supports, was a bright orange piece of cloth. You reached out your arm, grabbing the fabric between your fingers. It was a bit worn, but perfectly clean otherwise. How odd, you didn't remember having any clothes like that.

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You opened the freezer door, shivering at the blast of cold air hitting your face. You grabbed the ice cream container as fast you could, and gingerly closed the freezer as to not wake up your family. As you sucked the spoon free of the frozen treat, you gazed at the moonlight filtering through your kitchen. There were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear. You couldn't see the stars, though. Not in New York City, where lights and air pollution thrive. Putting the ice cream back, (you couldn't eat so much to the point where it would be noticeable) you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You buried yourself under the warm covers, a welcome respite from the cold, and closed your eyes, unaware of the being outside your window.

Leonardo chuckled to himself, and propped his elbows up on the windowstill. He watched you cutely snuggle your pillow, your cheek squishing against it. The only thing he wanted was to pinch and squish them 'till they got numb, but bringing you home sooner than planned would make the rest of your new brothers irritated at him. You fell asleep almost immediately, you must've been so tired, poor baby. He pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Don- what? Yeah, I know it's late. Don't shout at me right now. Yeah, add ice cream to the list."

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Mikey skipped into the room, holding a pair of slippers in his hand. He set them down near the bed just as Donatello finished spreading a thick, fluffy blanket on it.

"Ah, thank you, Michael," Donnie spoke upon seeing Mikey with the slippers.

"Anything for them!" Mikey squealed, obviously shaking with excitement.

"Hey, party people," Leo casually called out as he strolled into the room, holding his ōdachi over his shoulders like they were regular sticks instead of mystical, deadly weapons. Upon the red-earned sliders entrance, Donnie turned and glared.

"Leo, I don't see why you had to call me at exactly 2:38 AM last night. It could've waited until morning."

"What?" Leo pulled his hand to his chest in mock indignation, "And not complete the list? I swear, it's like you don't even want them to be happy here!"

"Of course I do!"

Before their squabble could turn into a full-on argument, Raph burst in the room with a number of plushies of different shapes, sizes, and colors in his arms, which he started to arrange on the bed. Donnie sauntered away from Leo to help Raph in an attempt to keep his temper under control, and Mikey arranged things around the room. Leo slumped his shoulders, made a portal with a single slash of his ōdachi, and fell backwards into it.

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Donatello typed on his keyboard, occasionally turning his gaze to the other screens, which had a plethora of security cameras, locations of trackers, and information displayed on them. "Occasionally" being every few seconds. Eventually, he gave up on his coding and leaned back to soak up all the information on you and blue light the multiple moniters could give him. He was the number one expert on you, which he had to be if you were going to be happy in the Lair. He was also going to be your older brother soon, which meant he had to make up for all the missing years. You didn't know how much you needed them all, but you would soon. Very, very soon. A ping from his phone pulled him from his obsessive thoughts. He had sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to guard you throughout the day when he or his brothers couldn't do it themselves. His eyes widened to saucers when he saw the feed from his creation.

You, standing there. With the Purple Dragons. Talking to you. Touching you. The Purple Dragons. You, oblivious to their danger.

Donnie leapt up from his chair and sprinted toward the door, racing through the halls. He wouldn't let that horrible, deceiving, Kendra and her flunkies take advantage of you. Over his dead body.

"I'll be there very soon," he thought, "Wait for me just a little longer.

I'll save you."

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A/N: *chuckles* you're in danger.

[biggesttmntfanintheworld]

Because you're alive again may I request more mutant-mayhem stuff? Like I got nothing specifically but I would love to see more of it! :3

I'm going through a severe case of writer's block so I'm sorry if this sucks:(

prom night

mutant mayhem! x gn! reader headcanons!

the turtless asking their crush to slow dance at prom!

leonardo

NEVOUS ASFFFFFFFFF

"bruh all you have to do is ask" "ITS NOT THAT EASY-"

bro heart hurts so bad he feels like its abt to explode

sweating like crazy too

bro does NOT know what to do

bro uses his rizz which is not existent to win you over

"hey uh...I think someone must have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes..."(LMFAOOOOOOOOO)

"huh"

"Wanna Dance?"

his hands are really sweaty and icky(im sorry LMAO)

he CANNOT make eye contact bro

and at the end he tells you that you're really beautiful/handsome/cute and runs away

:3

raphael

he doesn't really want to dance

because he thinks it's "not manly"

but his brothers are making him do it because they know he likes you

he really does not want to do it because he thinks it's embarrassing

butt...

he likes youuu soooo...

not nervous asking...like at all

like he's not scared whatsoever

bros so chill abt it.

"wanna dance?."

not sweaty like leo and donnie

"your eyes are really pretty"

:3

donatello

EXTREMELY nervous

like you can see the sweat dripping off of him

can't breathe

bro is literally dying

"why are you so nervous just ask" "im going to kill you shut up"

he keeps walking up to you and walking back

like he's about to tap on your shoulder and he just walks back(hes so silly)

he uses very cringy anime pick up lines

"Is your name Cana? Um, Cana call you mine?" (Fairy Tail Guild pick up line LMAOOO)

"what?"

"n-nothing!"

he just awkwardly stands around you after he said that

bro does NOT know what to do

after like 2 minutes of him standing around you awkwardly

"h-hey umm do y-you maybe w-wanna dance?, its fine i-if you don't want to"

"i would love to"

"r-really!?"

"yes!"

he fell in love with you a little deeper after that dance

:3

Michelangelo

THE ONLY MF WITH REAL RIZZ BRO

but not scared or nervous at all

he knows exactly how to rizz you up fr!

and now all he has to do is wait for the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet

as soon as the slow dance music starts...

he walks straight up to you and grabs your shoulder genty

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together"(HES SO SILLY BRO)

"oh?"

"would you like to dance with me?"

he smells like vanilla or cocoa 100%

he asked you out for pizza the next day after school

:3

can you guys give me tips on how to do oneshots like I'm actually suffering

constructive criticism is greatly appreciated:333

BYEEEEE

[savemeafruitjuice]

Tickletober Day 18- Tickle Fight

This is a 2003 fic!

Lee: Mikey, Raph

Ler: Raph, Mikey

TW!: SWEARING!

"Raaaph, come read this with me!"

Raphael groaned to himself. Whatever weird as hell comic book his brother had, he did not want to have to read it too. The youngest called out again, and he cursed himself for having such a weakness for baby brothers. "Yeah, yeah. 'M comin', Mike."

Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the orange-clad turtle had in fact many different comics, all splayed out across the couch. The elder sighed, walking over and dropping himself beside his brother. "Hey! Don't sit on that! It's a limited edition!" Raph gave him a look, pulling the slightly crumpled paper from under him. The other whined, trying to smooth it out with his hands. "Your big butt ruined it!"

The sai-user rolled his eyes, reaching to pinch at his brother's side. "Oh relax. Who's even gonna care?" Mikey squeaked, dropping the book in his lap, and reaching to push the fingers away. "Ihi will! Stohop!"

The orange-themed turtle snatched his brother's hand away, yelping when it launched itself at him instead. He fought with the limb for a few moments, before darting his own out and shoving his fingers under the other's arm. "GHRK- Mikey.. if- ya dohon't stop, Ihi'll-" He shut his mouth, not trusting himself to keep his composure. Those few giggles spilling out were more than enough.

"Yohou did it first! HeHEY-" Raph had lurched forwards, pushing at the younger's arm before less than gently beginning to dig into his underarms. Mikey curled in on himself, desperately trying not to kick any special comics in his way. Apparently, the elder had noticed, swiping the comics away before attacking his sibling with more vigor.

"HAHAH! NOHO, WAHAHAIT RAHAPH!" Mikey shrieked, squirming around as the fingers dug harder under his arms. He made an attempt at squeezing the elder's side, succeeding in catching him off guard. Raph flinched back, one hand leaping to stop his brother, while the other still kept on tickling.

Mikey's legs kicked out, but he was able to gain back enough control of himself to reach up and start drilling into his brother's ribs. "Heheh- Yohour tuhuhurn!" Raph snorted, laughter following the sound closely. "Mihike. Dohon't SNRT- force myhy hand hehere.."

When the youngest didn't stop, the red-themed turtle resisted the urge to curl up, instead latching onto his brother's thighs. The nunchuck-user bucked, pulling away, but the grip on his legs prevented him from moving back too much.

"HAHAHAH! FAHACK, NOHOHO! KGHHEHEHEH!"

Raph only squeezed harder, sending the other into a fit of cackles. The older mutant was sure that he was winning, as someone literally wheezing from laughter most likely couldn't do anything. He was right for the most part. Mikey's hand fell from its place at the other's side, curling up into himself and hitting at the arms of his brother.

It seemed there wasn't any competition anymore, so Raph let his guard down, resituating himself more comfortably to continue wrecking the orange-clad. Mikey only squeaked, throwing his head back. He had pressed himself into the side of the couch, arching away from the attacking hands.

He peeked an eye open, seeing the extended arms of the elder reached over to tickle him. If he gave up, there was no way Raph would let him go any time soon. And he was speaking from experience..

Fighting the urge to move away and run, the younger pried his arms away from the protective stance they were in, digging into the elder's stomach. "GAHAHH!- QuihiHIT IHIT RIHIhight nohow.."

For all his ticklishness, Mikey still had the resistance to keep tickling- or so he thought.. Instead, he went crashing to the floor as the spot just above his knees were squeezed, landing straight on his ass- and on top of a big pile of his 'valuble books'. "Rahahaph!.. lohook what yohou did!"

The elder sighed, reaching an arm out to help his brother up. "Duhunno what'cher talkin' about.. I moved those so thehey wouldn't get all messed up. That's your fault 'fer fallin' on them."

Mikey whined, taking the hand and grabbing the comics, turning them over to assess the damage. "Noho! That's your fault for making me fall in the first place!"

"Ya mean squeal 'n fly off the couch like a baby? Sure." The orange-themed turtle shook his head, groaning. "No.. this one's ruined!" He flopped back onto the couch theatrically, setting the comic over his plastron. Raph just looked on in mild confusion. "Mikey, that looks just like it did two minutes ago.."

"No it doesn't! Look at that tear!"

"There's not a mark on that piece of paper.."

"That's what you think. The pain! The agony!"

"Don't be so dramatic..."

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 6: Chastity- Michael

Summary: Michael thinks humans and their sexual ways are disgusting but maybe he’s just a bit of a hypocrite

Word count: 4,757 words (god damn my longest one yet. Idk how this happened)

Note: this is not what chastity style Kinktober fan fics are usually like but this is my take 😅. This fan fic also ended up being a bit more sweet then I expected

It wasn’t completely unknown how a lot of angels viewed humans, it was usually with disdain but that disdain did vary. Some saw them as more like an annoying little sibling you have to look after, others saw them as stupid apes that were good for a laugh and sometimes sex, but others, like Michael, saw them as disgusting and a mistake.

Michael and Lucifers views on humans were not as different as they seemed. Michael was just better at hiding it and following orders. The main difference was that even though Lucifer saw humans as disgusting mistakes, he was also similar to Gabriel where he could still get a laugh and have some fun.

Some thought Michael was more like Raphael where yeah sure he didn’t like them but he was mainly pretty indifferent, but no, Michael really did hate humans. He saw humans as disgusting creatures who run on nothing but primary urges. Urges that make them kill, fight, gorge and fuck. That was one thing Michael truly did loath about them, how casually they treated sex and sexual desires.

Michael believed his father created humans to enjoy sex with one person they cared for and to create more humans and that was it, not to fool around, masturbate and use sex in a primal and almost feral way. The way humans treated sex was disgusting.

Chastity, that’s what Michael believed in, to stay pure and good. Humans were supposed to be beautiful children, not these disgusting animals.

Now that Michael had lost his grace and had to live with the Winchesters, he had been on edge and grumpy every second of the day. Dean Winchesters sexual antics made everything worse and today it was especially bad.

“You have a good night, Deanie Beanie?” You ask smirking at him. Teasing him with both the nickname and his scruffy hair as he walked through the bunker door.

He replied simply with a smirk and a wink as he walked through the bunker, likely to have a shower.

Lucifer, Gabriel, Sam and yourself look between each other and snicker and slightly roll your eyes. Raphael seemed pretty indifferent as he continued drinking his coffee and reading his book, not really caring about human drama. However as per usual, Michael scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“That’ll be you one day, Mikey.” Gabriel slapped Michael on his shoulder laughing.

Gabriel often liked to tease Michael about his views on sex, especially since Gabriel is literally a porn star. It had been stressful having four archangels now living in the bunker and trying to get their grace back, but one thing that made it easier was when you all teased Michael. Despite being the oldest out of all of you, you’d all tease him like he was the youngest.

“Don’t be disgusting, Gabriel.” Michael glared at his younger brother.

“You know you’re kinda hot when you get all flustered, Michael.” You pile on with the teasing, both you and Gabriel smirk at each other.

“Hey, that’s my dad, sort of.” Sam commented, feeling conflicted.

“Well then I know where you and Dean get it from, Sammy.” You lightly flirt and wink at him, rustling his overgrown hair.

“You are shameless.” Michael jabs, causing the rest of the table, surprisingly even Raphael, to chuckle and throw a few ‘ooohh’s’ your way.

“Don’t feeling jealous, Mikey, I’ll flirt with you whenever you like,��� you wink at him, beginning to stand up, “now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have a shower and start to get ready for the day, gentlemen. You’re welcome to join me, Michael.” You smirk at him as you send a wink his way.

“Shut up.” Was all he managed to angrily grumble out as you blew him a kiss while you walked off.

The nice warm shower really did to wonders for the stress all this archangels business had caused you. Now getting into some comfy bike shorts and top stolen from Sam you were officially ready to start the day and actually get some things done.

You were looking for your car keys are you hear an angry knock on your door. You assumed it was Michael but were still surprised when you open it to find it really was him. While Michael may make snide comments here and there, since losing his grace he’s never really been overly combative.

“Taking me up on that shower offer Mikey? Sorry to disappoint but I’m all done.” You continue yet again to make fun of him as your hand touches his chest.

Grabbing your wrist he lightly pushes you back into your room and closes the door surprisingly gently. Even when he’s mad he’s still very stereotypically angelic.

“Look I am forced to be here and I try to be a civil as possible but you need to stop. I know my father has told me not to judge humans but to respect them but I can not do that with you.” He told you sternly, more feeling like you were being told off by a patient teacher then you were by an archangel of the lord.

“Why me, Michael? Why not Sam or Dean or Gabriel? They screw around a lot more than I do. Is it because I’m a woman?” You ask him now getting more than a little fed up.

“Yes! But also no.” He stated, almost confused.

“Firstly, it’s because you say such suggestive and vulgar things to me directly and that needs to stop. Secondly, women are supposed to be soft and delicate, it’s how my father created you to be.” He further explained, hoping to straighten this all out but not realising he was just making it worse.

“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted or a little turned on.” You replied honestly as you thought of his words.

“There you go again! Can’t you even attempt to be less vulgar!” You retorted, now beginning to get worked up.

“What and be like you, daddy’s boy?! Huh? Walk around preaching chastity and purity and abstinence?”

“Yes!” Michael yelled, now officially feeling aggravated.

“You walk around in tight clothes or clothes stolen from a man who is not your husband! You make sexual comments, lewd jokes and touch every one of us. Why just last week you managed to sit in Sam, Deans and Lucifers lap all in one night! Why can’t you just be good and pure?”

Wow, you didn’t know why but this little rant of his was really making you want to tease him. You wanted to see if you could pull a little blush from the archangel. Smirking devilishly you began to enact that plan.

“So you’ve been watching me very closely then have you, Mikey? Looking at my body and how I touch people? God it must be so hard for you, starting to be more human everyday. I mean before you saw humans as being no more than animals, filthy creatures and now you’re noticing what one of us wears and how we act.” With every word you walk closer and closer to Michael, him walking back as you walk forward. Now he sits on your bed, watching you with almost awe in his eyes as you continue.

He sits on your bed, with his hands almost submissively placed on his knees, you lean down and whisper into his ear.

“I bet losing your grace, becoming human, has been really hard on you,” accentuating the word ‘hard’ with a squeeze of his thigh, “I mean you’re so pure and a man of such chastity, it must be difficult now such primal urges are slipping their way into your body and your mind.” Now looking directly into his eyes, you place your other hand on the side of his face.

“Tell me, what do you think about when you see me in those tight clothes? How does it make your body feel? I bet you get real excited and I bet you count down the hours until you can go to your room and have a nice shower. Somewhere private where no one would even know how hard you were and how good it felt to be human and to finally touch yourself. I bet you have, I bet you wished I would sit on your lap or touch you just a bit longer.”

Michael wished he could push you away and walk out the door but he was frozen, it was all true and he hated himself for not being able to deny it.

Seeing that he doesn’t move you now sit on his lap, like you said he wished you would. Not even realising he’d done it, his hand naturally slips around your waist.

“Do you want me to be a good girl for you, Michael?” You ask taunting his as your lips make their way to his ear.

“Or do you want to be a good boy for the me, baby?” The question making his eyes close and a little moan escape his lips. Noticing the reaction you’ve had on him you smirk and begin to softly kiss his neck.

The feeling of your soft lips and the way his pants begin to feel tighter and tighter pulls him from the trace-like state you’ve put him in. He suddenly stands, almost making you tumble over, as he walks out your bedroom door. Not saying a single word, just leaving in a hurry.

*******

That night the boys decide to go out to a bar, everyone needing a break from the bunker. The only one missing being Michael. The rest of the group didn’t care at all but you were hoping he’d come out, hoping you’d be able to tease him some more. He wasn’t even in the entrance of the bunker when you went to leave so you couldn’t even tease him with the tight low cut shirt and short skirt you wore.

Your outfit wasn’t a total loss and you knew it would get a reaction from Michael because of how every single one of the other men in the group seemed to react, even Raphael and Cas gave you a look over.

You always had a great time with the boys but honestly right now all you could think about was Michael.

Quickly excusing yourself you went to the bathroom of the bar that was luckily empty. You quickly snapped a photo of your outfit in the bathroom mirror of the bar and sent it to Michael.

‘If you really want to be a good boy for me you’ll be waiting in my room on your knees 😇😘’

You sent the message and quickly went back to the boys to let them know you were heading off.

God the whole drive home you were feeling antsy. You would barely sit still as your pussy began to throb just thinking of Michael on his knees.

When you walked through your bedroom door you let out a moan seeing just that, Michael had even taken the liberty to remove this shirt. Having this perfect angel on his knees in nothing but his grey sweats was enough to make you cum there and then.

As you walk through the door his face shoots up and you swear you could see his dick twitch in his pants. Finally getting that blush you wanted from him, his eyes raked over your body as you bit your lip and started circling him.

“You really are an obedient little soldier aren’t you, Michael?” You whispered hotly in his ear as you stood behind him, hands on his muscular shoulders.

“Yes.” Was all he could moan out as you began massaging his shoulders and kissing his neck.

“You were such a good boy for me, waiting here on your knees. But have you always been a good boy, Michael?” Your tone becoming dangerous as you raise up and tug his hair back as you do, looking him dead in the eyes.

Despite being a fierce warrior of heaven, you accusing the archangel of being anything other than your good boy shot fear into him. You could see this fear in his eyes as you stared at him for a little while longer.

“I’m gonna ask you something and if you’re lying, I’ll know.” You tell him with a warning tug on his hair, causing a moan to escape passed his now open lips.

“I’ll tell you anything, y/n.” He assures you as his filled eyes seem to become doe like.

“How many times have you touched yourself since you’ve been here, Michael.” You ask him in an authoritative tone.

Both fear and shame run over his face as that cute blush of his becomes deeper.

“Five times.” He answers you shamefully.

“Five times? You’re just as filthy as I am Michael.” You taunt him as you now make your way to stand in front of him, both hands now on either side of his face.

“Dirty little boy. No worse than us humans now. Not as pure and filled with chastity as you seem, baby.” You smirk now as his face is filled with shame, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“Aaawww, is the little angel gonna cry? You feel so dirty and now it’s making you cry? You were a naughty boy, Michael. Now you tell me every dirty little thought that went through your mind and maybe you’ll be forgiven.” You taunt and chastise him. Despite your words being filled with taunts and threats Michael seemed to like it, he seemed to crave your touch and your approval.

“I don’t want to be bad… I- I’ll tell you. Please just make me feel good, please.” He begged you, never feeling this need before and not fully know what your touch will do but knowing he needed it.

“Begging like a little whore now? I think I told you to tell me your dirty thoughts, not to beg me to fuck you.” You scorn him as you rip his head back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Little tears beginning to fall as he tries to think of where to start.

“When-when w-w-we were at the bar I thought of you sitting on my lap and how you’d feel on me and if you’d rub yourself against me. When you were cooking for us and I saw you bend over the counter, I thought of ripping your clothes off and having my way with you.” Every fantasy he admitted seeming to hurt him to say, as if he was admitting the terrible crimes.

“Was that all or was there more? Come on and be a good boy for me.” You ask him softly now, stroking his cheek.

“No, there’s three more. New fantasies came to me every time I touched myself. I feel so ashamed.” He tells you, now genuine worry on his face.

“That’s a lot of dirty thoughts for my sweet angel.” Wanting to tease him some more but also starting to feel a little bad you walk away from him and bring over the small lounge chair in the corner of the room.

You sit on it comfortably with your legs spread nice and wide, Michael getting a view of your lacy black panties just barely covering your pussy, making him bite back a moan as he stared.

“You sit between my knees and place your sweet little head on my thigh and tell me the rest, baby. If you’re good I’ll let you touch my pussy. I still need to punish you for touching yourself but I will reward you if you tell me your other dirty fantasies.” Hearing this Michael begins to rise but is quickly stopped.

“Uh uh, crawl over.” You tell him, pointing to the ground.

Ever the obedient soldier, he follows your order perfectly. Crawling between your legs, he finds home resting his head on your thigh and looking up into your eyes.

“Keep going, baby.” You tell him as you stroke his hair.

Closing his eyes and almost purring he begins to get lost in your touch but continues telling you.

“I saw you and Sam kissing and grabbing at each other in the training room and thought of myself in Sams place. When you and Gabriel were baking I thought of what your tongue would feel like all over my body, and then this morning when you said I join you in the shower, I thought of how gorgeous you’d look over covered in soap and how soft your body would feel under my hands.” With that last confession spoken, Michael let out a big breath and broke eye contact from you. Feeling so anxious from letting you know his fantasies.

“Wow, baby, those were some really delicious fantasies, we might have to make some of them come true one day. For now however you can have a little reward for being such a good boy and telling me all of that.” You coo at him as you gently stroke his hair.

Spreading your legs even wider you beckon him towards you with a curl of your finger. Slowly leaning up towards you, you take his face in your hands and plant a kiss on his perfect lips. Starting off slow and sweet, the kisses get more and more heated, the hands on his face move to his neck and in his hair and he begins to stand up further on his knees, slotting his body to press against yours.

When you feel him begin to grind onto you, quickly you push him away and break the kiss.

“You wanna touch my pussy, Michael?”

Michael first looks at you with excitement but then with worry as he looks away ashamed. Feeling bad you take his face in your hands.

“Baby. You’re not a bad boy for wanting those things or wanting to touch me.” You reassure him sweetly.

“But you said I’d be punished.” He tells you weakly, sounding like a scolded child.

“Oh sweet boy. I need to punish you for touching yourself not because your sexual urges are wrong but because you’re my good boy, your cock his mine, your pleasure is mine. I decide when you cum and if you’re a bad boy and cum without my permission I have to punish you. Do you understand, baby?” You ask, stroking his face.

“I understand.” He replies, face now full of intrigue.

“Now do you want to touch me on the chair or on the bed?”

His face lights up like a kid at Christmas, acting like those were the best words anyones ever said.

“Bed! Bed please!” He quickly replied excitedly.

Giggling at his excitement, you leave the chair and take his hand in yours, leading him onto the bed. As he sits on the bed like he had done early that day, you begin to strip out of your already pretty minimal clothes. Putting on a bit of a show for him his eyes never leave your body as he watches each item leave your body until you’re left naked in front of him.

Crawling on the bed you sit with your back against the headboard and open your legs for him, making sure he can see your whole pussy.

Turning to kneel between your legs he just stares at you in awe, almost too nervous to do anything.

“You don’t have to know what to do, sweet boy, you just touch me wherever you like, I want you to just learn and feel me.” You reassure him as his hands slowly creep up your inner thigh.

“I think I’m beginning to understand the beauty my father saw when he created humans, you’re so beautiful and unique. Soft and sweet skin and body. So beautiful.” Michael sighed, mesmerised by you as his hands began to wander, staring at your body in marvel and awe.

His hands reach from your inner thigh and over your hips, squeezing them as he went. Once he reached your stomach he held his hands there for a second in thought, just staring. Slowly he began to move again, one hand moving to your breast and the other moving to your pussy.

The hand that was on your breast began to gently squeeze and his finger gently rolled over your nipple. His other hand swiped through the spread lips of your pussy, gently and experimentally.

You don’t think he realised what he was doing to you and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible to let him have this moment. You bit your lip trying hard not to make a sound but once he rolled your nipple between his fingers and his light touches brushed over your clit you couldn’t help the little gasp that left your lips.

Michaels eyes lit up as he looked up to you, excited he was able to make such a pretty noise come out of you. Lightly grazing over the spot again he noticed that that was what was making you feel so good. He continues to gently rub his fingers over this spot again and again, each time you make one of those pretty noises.

He looks between your face, your breasts and your pussy, so excited and eager.

“Ooohh, Michael you’re doing so good. Keep going and you’re gonna make me cum.” You smiled down at him sweetly.

“Can I? Please? Can I make you cum?” He asks you excitedly as his fingers move a little faster.

“Yes! Be a good boy and make me cum, baby!” You shout out in utter euphoria. As the pressure gets tighter and tighter you forget this was supposed to be an experience for Michael. Cumming hard your hands fly to his hair and your mouth collides with his again, kissing him with heated passion as your body shakes.

“You did such a good job, sweet boy.” You tell him gently as you stroke his face, still coming down from your high.

“I still have to punish you but then I’m gonna ride your cock, my sweet angel.” You tell him, biting your lip as your hand makes contact with his cock for the first time, rubbing him over his sweat pants.

This new feeling is so exciting to Michael his head flys back just from your light touches.

“Yes! Yes! Punish me then aaa-ah then-then. Make me cum! Please!” He managed to get out as your strokes become faster.

“Okay, sweet boy,” you whisper in his ear “you take off your pants, place your hands on the desk, legs apart and bend right down for me, okay?” You instruct him gently.

Without even responding he’s quick to follow your every command. You watch him with great interest as he follows your instructions perfectly.

Slowly you walk up behind him and hold onto his hips tightly, pulling his ass back into you, earning a small yelp from Michael.

“Okay, sweet boy. I’m gonna spank you 5 times, once for each time you came without my permission and you’re gonna count with every hit. Can you do that?” You ask him sweetly as you rub his ass.

“Yes. I can do that, I’ll be a good boy.” He replies weakly, his head now low and ass pushed out further.

Standing beside him you put one hand on the small of his back as your other hand hits his left cheek with one big slap.

“Aah, one!” He calls out.

Another smack hits his right cheek now.

“Two!” He calls again.

Switching sides between each hit he counts each time.

Whack!

“Three!”

Whack!

“F-ffoour!”

“One more, baby.” You coo in his ear, his head getting lower and lower with each slap.

This last hit was the hardest by far, even stinging your hand a bit.

“Fuck! FIVE!” He shouted as loud as he could.

“Ooohh. Did you just swear, baby? That wasn’t very sweet and pure of you, my good boy. That’s something a bad boy would say. I should punish you again, shouldn’t even let you cum.” You tease him as you crouch down in front of him.

Fear falls to his face as he takes in what you’re saying.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry, please, please, I’ll be a good boy!” Michael pleads with you, now on his knees in front of you.

“Okay, baby, I won’t punish you, but good boys don’t use that kind of language. Okay?” You tell him, stroking his hair.

“Yes, y/n.” He simply replies, looking into your eyes.

“Good boy. Now you lay down on the bed and I’ll make you feel really good.” You tell him sweetly as you kiss his cheek.

Almost running to the bed he lays on his back right in the middle, eyes never leaving you as his chest heaves up and down. Slowly you make your way over to him, teasing him as much as he can. Once you approach the bed you straddle his hips and begin to grind down on him, earning you a gasp as his hands flew to your hips.

“Are you ready, baby?” You ask him, lightly tracing patterns on his chest as you continue to grind your bare pussy on his bare cock.

“I’m ready.” He sighs out, his eyes beginning to close.

His eyes open again as you begin to lift your hips off of him, lining him up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on him and his hands tighten on your hips.

As you bottom out you look down at your sweet angel and see his head fallen back, eyes closed and muttering in enochian, he looked so beautiful.

Slowly you started grinding on him and his muttering turned to moans and groans as he opened his eyes to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out as your grinding picked up speed.

“So are you, my sweet angel.” You tell him as you lean down and kiss passionately.

As your grinding turns more into humping Michael starts to get the rhythm and pushes his hips up into you at the same pace, looking at you in marvel.

“Guess you don’t think I’m so impure anymore, baby.” You tease him once again as you lean yourself down to his neck and begin to bounce on his cock.

At this new position his groans become louder and his gasps more frequent, you could tell he was close.

“No, no, no, nooo… you’re pure and perfect and divine! Aaa-aah! Please y/n I’m gonna cum! Please I wanna be a good boy please! Let me cum!” He pleads loudly.

Sitting back onto your knees and placing your hands on his chest, your thrusts slow slightly in this new position, making Michaels breath slow too.

“You remember that spot you touched before, baby?” You ask him panting with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yeeesss.” He gasps and groans out, enjoying this pleasure but trying so hard not to cum.

“Touch me there and make me cum and then you can cum, baby.” You command him as you take his hand and guide his fingers to your clit.

Again following orders so well, he rubs you there nice and fast as your thrusts pick up again. Knowing you were so close you take his other hand to throw it onto your breast.

“Yeh, just like that, baby, aaa-aah! Oooh! You’re making me feel so good, Michael!” You praise him as you begin to feel yourself come undone.

“Aaaah! Michaaaeel!” you scream out as your orgasm takes over.

Quickly following yours Michael grabs onto your hip tightly and fucks into you with a few more hard strokes before releasing himself inside of you with a loud groan.

Panting loudly you fall down beside him and tiredly pull the blankets over both of you. Looking up at him you give him a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

“How you feelin, Mikey?” You ask him in a soft blissed out voice.

“Amazing.” He simply states, holding you as he looks up to the ceiling continuing to catch his breath.

“You know, when I have my grace back I’ll have more control and I could make love to you even better.” He tells you sweetly as his face now turns to you, cupping your cheek.

“Sounds fine by me.” You tell him smiling as you kiss him again.

“But for now let’s get you into the shower, angel boy. Let you see what I look like covered in soap.” You whisper into his ear as you both rush off to the shower.

[hermit-searching]

Terrible Casey Jones HCs (from a hockey fan):

87 Casey:

-it actually makes sense this guy wears the old style hockey mask since the fiberglass helmets with face cages were only starting to become popular in the 80s. Friday the 13th also came out in the 80s so he totally uses the face hugger mask for those reasons.

-he literally only met the turtles twice so I think it'd be funny if he just. forgot they existed. like "who are you small weird cosplaying kids"

-he'd probably be loyal to the Rangers because the Islanders play too close to Jersey. no he isn't bitter the Islanders were better, shut up!

-mans built like a football player, he wouldn't play. he just has the equipment to be a menace.

03 Casey:

- both him and Raph are devastated during the 04-05 lockout. it's the hardest battle they've ever fought.

-Leo: what about all the times we fought the Shredder and almost died?

Raph and Casey: the lockout was harder.

-that man shares his entire half of a braincell with Raphael /affectionate

-he would pound his fist into the table seeing the Devil's go to the Finals in 2000, 01 and 03.

-he probably genuinely forgot Anaheim is owned by Disney.

-he WILL complain during off-season. There are 0 worthy sports to watch from June to October.

12 Casey:

-oh you thought he was a Rangers fan? Maybe the Islanders? Buffalo? nah he's a Bruins fan.

-despite being afraid of rats his favourite player is Marchand.

-he ABSOLUTELY got into Reddit arguments with Vancouver fans in 2011.

-probably the only Casey that has actually played hockey. bro has the missing front teeth drip

-he wanted to be goalie so bad but the second he stepped out wearing the face hugger they said no and made him a winger.

-he lost his front teeth because he doesn't wear a cage.

-he not only forgot Anaheim was owned by Disney, he forgot they existed. he only remembered because they won the Cup in 07.

Casey Jr:

-i like the concept he learns to play hockey after the Invasion but I think he'd get ragdolled around by the people his age. yeah he can kill a Krang with one hand. but he's so stringy and spindly that he'd get knocked over by accident while on skates

-Casey Sr teaches him how to skate, but the first time he tries he immediately faceplants because he never learned what ice is.

-none of the Rise characters have hockey fan vibes. like, they all like basketball (even if Donnie pretends not to know anything about it) Raph likes wrestling and football. Leo would have a shrine dedicated to Michael Jordan, and that's about it. Mikey probably would watch anything his brothers put on. hockey is still very much a white person's sport, we don't have many POC players in the League so it doesn't appeal as much to POC as other sports like basketball, football, or baseball which are more diverse. All this to say Casey wouldn't know there's a pro-league until he stumbles upon it on TV one night.

-he's probably not into it the way the other Casey's are but he'll casually watch a game if there's one on.

-I don't see Casey having many interests for a while post-invasion because his entire life was basically surviving the apocalypse. He'll learn to appreciate the small things gradually.

-he would probably pick up on Leo's....appreciation...for Michael Jordan though lol

[yellowhollyhock]

Yo! Hit me with 11 and 28

11) Which version of Raphael is your favorite?

This one is a really difficult choice, lots to love about each of them, but I gotta go with 2003

He takes such good care of his brothers. The first moment I knew tmnt was going to become the lens through which I see the world was a Raph and Leo moment early in 03

Leo: Hey guys, I got my split kick figured out! Watch *kicks two PDs in the face*

Raph, smirking: I didn't see it. Show me again.

Leo: *kicks two more bad guys*

Casey: I give you a ten

Leo: Hey Raph, only six?

Raph: That's all I got bro!

Because for one thing, what obnoxiously cheesy fight choreography I love it. I hope the bad guys continue to walk directly into Leo's foot like they rehearsed it. (in 03 not so much but I got attached for other reasons)

But mostly, ajdhakdb my heart. Raph speaks with so much warmth and it's extra fun because he's usually saying something sarcastic. Or just straight up aggresive. But there's so much love written all over his face.

I kinda went on about Leo being hope when I answered fave Leo so I hipe you'll forgive a little rambling about Raph being Love, limiting to 03 so that I'm answering the question

Raph's big struggle is that he feels so much so intensely. That makes it hard to stay cooped up: he wants to go experience the world! He has so much zest for life, the moment we meet him is in a vehicle which Leo reminds him Don hasn't fully tested, and the first thing he does is slam the acceleration. He wants to go fast! He wants to meet people! I think a big part of why he loves fighting so much is because it's pretty much the main way he can safely connect with the outside world. If he can't befriend people at least he can protect them, and why not push his boundaries as an athlete and have fun about it if he's gonna be beating up bad guys anyway

But also the restraint he shows! Like when he's with his bros one of them is often holding him back, usually not to stop him from fighting but to get him to wait for the right moment. But when he's alone, he usually talks things out. He meets Casey by stopping him from taking beating up a bad guy too far. And of course there's Tyler, Mrs. Morrison, the planet race situation: Raph isn't hit first ask questions later unless he's with his bros, which makes me think he acts that way because he's protective of them

And he loves all his brothers so much 😭 Like he is always taking care of them? Helps Leo make new swords when he's in his funk at the farmhouse. Quick to praise Donny and constantly watching his back in battle. The space arc when he jumps in front of him to protect him like he always does, and gets told off for it, and says "NO. We protect our own!" He's just guileless and he's guileless without being naive. He are make me emotional

And Mikey. ahdhaj.

Raph: It's been fun guys

Mikey: Even me?

Raph: Especially you ❤️

shut up shut up shut upppp why are you so full of love. I can't take it

Just the way those two are always sticking close to each other, how worried they get for each other when one of them is hurt, how much they can annoy and how deeply they can hurt each other. ehegatkf

Also Raph sticking up for Leo during Reflections when he gives his sappy family speech. I'm not crying you are

And the position he took in City at War was all about protecting his family, he literally says to Leo "just try not to get these other guys killed" as he's walking away and then he comes back you guys he says "I was being an idiot" like he was rightfully frustrated but as soon as he had space to think and talk it out with someone be trusts he's like 'yeah I don't even care about any of that I'm not gonna walk away from my bros when they need help' fjshdjakdjdj

Just the way his motivations always when you get to the core are about helping his brothers, whether that's protecting them or pushing them out if their comfort zones (him naming Leo Fearless Leader I I can't)

28) What is one thing you'd like to see explored more in tmnt art/fics?

ooh ooh especially with the 03 turtles, their co-dependency. More so than any other group I feel like they... hm how do I explain. Mikey's little speech about how none of them have to he responsible because that's Leo's job? The same thing applies to all of them with different traits. I'd like to see adult turtles struggling to figure out how to live independently. Leo not knowing how to set boundaries because usually when someone asked too much or he just took on too much Raph was there to rein him in and Mikey would make him take breaks. Donny not knowing how to bring up when he's upset because his bros always just noticed, or if something was unfair Raph or Mikey spoke up first. Raph starting to avoid Mikey because he's realized how much he relies on Mikey's sense of humor to cope with their turtle luck and wants some distance to figure himself out. Mikey getting himself in trouble not realizing how accustomed he is to his brothers catching him when he falls or quieting him before he says the wrong thing to the wrong person.

Like not painting it as a bad thing that they rely on each other but acknowledging how extreme it got and the ways that hurt them. Exploring the consequences of such extreme isolation except from each other as they start trying to do their own things. Raph helping troubled teens and seeing some familiar family dynamics in troubled homes he visits. Donny having to be a leader at work and just. Longing for the days when he could disappear into his lab and let Leo and Raph hash out the decision making while he worried about simple things like Big Cool Weapon/Vehicle. That sort of thing

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Pest

She stalked through the House of Hope, taking comfort in each heavy step, each time the garish marble floors trembled.

'"The mouse smiled brightly,"' she recited through gritted teeth. '"It outfoxed the cat. Then down came the claw, and that love, was that."' She took a breath, felt her engine settle into a ticking purr. 'The fox made a mistake, it misjudged the mouse. Here she fucking comes to burn down his house.'

An imp flew at her; with lazy, practiced ease, Karlach snatched it by the neck out of the air, threw it to the ground to crush under her boot. She knew he was here. It was too still, too calm. The shades did not wail, the hot winds off the balconies did not stir. She could smell the incubus, hiding, waiting.

Cherries and musk. Faint at first, then heady, choking, cloying sweetness. It made her head swim and she shook it, snarling. 'Fucking tacky bastard,' she said.

'Now, that's just rude,' he said smoothly from behind her. Of course. Filthy sneaking fuck. 'To what do I owe the pleasure, my fearsome fiery friend?'

'Pest control,' she spat, spinning on her heel to look Raphael in the eye. She didn't care that he was taller than her, that his wings eclipsed everything behind him. She cared about smacking the smug grin off his face.

'Karlach,' he purred. 'You're losing your touch. It's not like you to be snuck up on.' He took a step forward, yellow eyes burning with challenge, amusement. She held her ground.

'I've fought bigger uglier bastards than you, you jumped-up prick. Not fucking only do you think you can prey on those tiefling kids,' she growled, stepping right into his face, 'Gortash was your fucking fault.'

He looked down at her, lip curling in disdain. 'That insolent little brat is worthless. Why bring his name into my house?' His tail lashed from side to side, thudding hard into the wall.

'That brat,' she hissed, 'is the reason I was Zariel's attack dog for ten fucking years. And now he's dead.' She raised her chin, eyes shining with triumph.

'Then congratulations are in order,' he said warmly, throwing his arms wide. 'You've overcome your demons, in a surprisingly literal sense. And look at you.' His eyes flicked over her, shrewd and calculating. 'You're strong. Capable.' He leaned forward, conspiratorial. 'I could use your talents.'

Fire flared in her chest, steam hissing from the vents in her shoulder. 'My friend might think she sees good in you, but I don't, Raphael. You can take your job offer and shove it. I'm here to finish the job.'

And then she was swinging the axe, lightning quick; he was quicker though, light-footed despite his hulking size. He stepped aside, caught the back of her head with a wing and sent her tumbling to the floor.

'A shame,' he said, tutting. 'I didn't think you were so foolish.' He grinned, fanged and malicious. 'Mol reminds me of you, you know. Too young to know any better, vulnerable, naïve.' She bared sharp teeth at him, crouched with her tail whipping from side to side.

'Shut the fuck up.'

'That's your problem,' he said, grabbing her by her remaining horn and hauling her off the ground, plucking the axe from her hands and throwing it aside. 'You were far too trusting. If you had any sense you would have seen the mark of the hells all over that pathetic creature, but you didn't want to see it, did you?'

Karlach kicked, thrashing to get free. 'Bastard!'

'You wanted to be loved.' He spat the word like a curse, smiled mirthlessly. 'Foolish girl.'

'SHUT UP!'

The tiefling roared, launching herself forward. Her boot connected and the devil grunted in surprise, dropping her. She landed on hands and feet, leaping to the side as he sent hellsfire her way.

'Dear me, I seem to have touched a nerve. But you always were a scrappy thing. Hardly a soldier. Even less a girl. But come on then, if it makes you feel better to die on your feet. I'll grant you that, at least.'

'Fucking die,' she shot back, swinging at his wing joint. Spurts of hot blood hit the floor, spattered Karlach's chest and arms. It burned hot, but she would not shriek in pain. Only in rage. 'I fucking deserved better! And now I'm going to fucking finish the job!'

'Good luck,' he rumbled dangerously. His tail whipped around to catch her in the face, cutting into her cheek. Blood poured from the wound, fire surged from her engine, and she barrelled forward, catching him around the waist. He was heavy with muscle but so was she; with a quaking crash she tackled him to the ground, straddled him, planting her boots on his wings. He screamed in fury.

'Does it hurt?' she hissed, grinding her heel on the torn flesh. 'Good.'

'Do it then, you coward.' His eyes blazed, hands reaching ineffectually for her throat. 'Finish it. You won't suffer any less. You will carry the wound with you for the rest of your life. This is not a victory, Karlach Cliffgate. Only a momentary pause. But you belong here,' he sneered. 'When you die, this is where your soul will go. There is no escape.'

'Well then,' she said, chest heaving with exertion. 'Guess I'll be seeing you, motherfucker.'

She brought her axe down between his eyes. His death scream mingled with her cry of release and sorrow and primal wrath, shaking the foundations of the House of Hope.

And for good measure, she aimed a swift kick at his chin, shuddered in revulsion as his neck broke.

'Enough,' she said, turning her back on his corpse and walking away, jaw set. 'I want to go home.'

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[beaut-ful-d-saster-1986]

OC Deep Dive Questions - Helltalon Edition!

I decided to redo this for Sharos just for fun. Saying a quick thank you to @hippotooth for drawing my attention to the fact that this deep dive even exists, and if anyone from my followers would like to fill this out for a character, please feel free to consider this your open tag!

No pressure. It's just for fun!

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What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Sharos fears very little from others. It takes a lot to hurt him. It takes even more to kill him, and should he be killed while not in the hells, he gets poofed back to his tower in Nessus. There, he is heavily guarded and utterly safe from anyone who would want to hurt him. His little sister Rieta and his loyal servants and soldiers will protect him, and the tower itself is armed to the teeth with traps and magical artillery.

The greatest fear that Sharos has is that he will only ever be seen to others as a devil, and that instead of knowing love he will be feared and hated for being what he is. He knows what other devils are like. He's met Mizora. He's met Zariel. He's met Raphael. He has even bumped into his uncle Asmodeus at one point or another. He's seen the evil in them, and he wants to be better than them.

Sharos is by no means a religious sort, but he prays to any god that will listen to a devil, hoping that at least they can see the good in him.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Lies and head games! The hells are full of them. His fellow DEVILS are full of them -- *CoughRAPHAELANDMIZORACough* -- and he is so sick of being jerked around by every single person in the hells. That's largely why Sharos purchased a house and an apothecary in Baldur's Gate, and sells potions and surplus ingredients at a fair price. While he might have to wear a human shape to avoid scaring the masses, he doesn't play games with his customers. He's there to do one thing - sell potions and ingredients at a fair price. That's what he does.

Should anyone show romantic interest in him, he's quick to reveal who he actually is. He drops his human illusion with a snap of his fingers because he'd rather be hated for what he is than be loved for being something he's not.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A huge canopied bed that is piled high with luxurious fabrics, a mountain of decorative pillows in varying shapes and sizes, and enough space for a Cambion to comfortably spread out his wings, and his partner to still be comfortable laying next to him. The canopy can be closed at the sides to shut out the universe when Sharos wants to have a lie in and be left to his own devices.

A stack of books on the bedside table -- usually absolute doorstopper tomes that Sharos has set aside for "light bedtime reading." There are also floating magical lanterns that can be verbally commanded to stay in one place so Sharos can use the light to read in bed.

A luxurious bathing area off of the main bedroom with an enormous tub that is big enough for a cambion and his partner to soak their weary bones. Several water taps for filling it. Stacks of fluffy towels within arms' reach, and luxurious, pleasant smelling soaps.

What do they notice first in a person?

Sharos likes it when a person is harder to get. He likes to be challenged, and he likes people who are capable of making him think. This is why Sharos was so drawn to Astarion. The man obviously has his personal layers of trauma and a complexity to him that gives Sharos pause. He tries to see things from Astarion's perspective whenever they argue, and he puts in more effort.

It's not the effortless silver tongued seduction that he was able to pull off when he was younger and still in his experimental phase.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Sharos has literally died before, and been poofed back to the hells. As a result, Sharos' pain tolerance is on a level that is beyond the comprehension of most mortal beings. It's possible to deeply hurt him when it comes to emotion, but physical pain is quickly forgotten.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Sharos doesn't cower in the face of a threat, nor does he back down from a challenge. Should he ever be pressed, he will rise up with all of the fury of the nine hells and face a problem head on. Even if it gets him injured. Even if it gets him killed and poofed back to the hells.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Sharos does not come from a big family, but he does come from a wealthy one, and is the sole heir of the Helltalon family's fortune. His parents were killed in the infighting and political conflicts of the hells when he and his sister were still very young, but Sharos stayed and cared for his little sister. He took command of the family estates and began directing the funds towards more noble causes.

Now it's still just Sharos and his sister in the family tower, but the pair of them are thriving and very happy with their lives. They have amassed a small but loyal army of quasits, imps and merregons -- all of which are responsible for defending the tower and keeping it clean.

Sharos doesn't make them fight in the blood war. They get to live a quiet, happy life defending the Helltalon Tower, and are paid fairly.

What animal represents them best?

Sharos would absolutely be a dragon. His luxurious home is a dragon's hoard in and of itself, and should someone be foolish enough to raid it they will find out how the Helltalons got their name.

What is a smell they dislike?

The very worst smell that Sharos will ever smell is the smell that comes off of Astarion when the tadpole's protection starts to wear off and he begins to burn up in the sun. Sharos will never, ever forget that smell -- as it was the day he nearly lost the man he loved.

He can brush off most other unpleasant smells. The hells themselves can be pretty smelly so he's somewhat nose blind to most foulness.

Have they broken any bones?

Yes, but Sharos has been fortunate in that most of his broken bones have happened AFTER someone defeated him -- he was unconscious for a lot of the breaks. Because of how things work with devils, any broken bones were instantly restored by magic. He doesn't remember the pain of most of his broken bones, even if at one point he did suffer them.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

If Sharos is in human guise, they would describe him as mysterious and somewhat eccentric. His taste for the finer things is reflected even in the home and the shop he runs in Baldur's Gate... and many have wondered how he is able to afford all of his finery.

When he's a cambion, a great many people will only see a devil. They will run from him instead of stopping to get to know him, fearing that he will try to bind their soul into a pact eternal.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Sharos used to be a night owl before the tadpole. He'd be staying up late into the night reading this or that book or crafting spell scrolls for his shop until he finally got tired and needed to head to bed.

After he had been tadpoled, he was up with the morning sun and anxiously looking for a cure, both afraid of becoming a mindflayer with his kind of powers and angered that he can't just snap his fingers and remove the damned worm. [It nerfed some of his powers so that he can't just snap the worm and its magical protection away.]

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Sharos loves salted caramel. The noises he makes when he eats that are like something out of an x rated story. Astarion learned this and eventually realized that was a way he could spoil him.

He is not fond of anything that is bitter, however.

Do they have any hobbies?

Rather than write an essay about all of the things Sharos has taught himself to do, I will put it into point form.

The weave and the Arcane are his specialties.

He makes alchemical potions to sell in his shop.

He cooks elaborate meals for himself and the others at camp.

He is musically gifted, and can sing, dance, and play the lute.

He speaks Common, Infernal, and some Elvish.

He plays strategic games like lanceboard.

He reads books of any and every kind.

He writes and recites poetry when the mood strikes.

It seems like a lot, but Sharos Is 375 years old and was born into a very wealthy family. He's had the freedom to do as he pleases.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

If it's a happy surprise, then Sharos LOVES being caught off guard. He is all smiles and hugs, and will quickly join in on the festivities. He also is sure to thank everyone who took part in the surprise, either with a hand written thank you note or by procuring fresh ingredients and preparing a special treat for the next day's dessert.

Astarion of course is very easy to please. An extra dose of cambion blood, cooled to a safe drinking temperature but still warm.

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Sharos has been known to bedazzle himself with decorative rings, necklaces, bangles, tail accessories, anklets... He usually only does this for special occasions or for when he wants to dress especially nicely for Astarion. For the most part, he tends to keep it simple, preferring to only wear his silver earrings.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Sharos' writing is as flowing and as beautiful as any calligraphy, and it is a point of great pride for him. He practiced for hours to get his signature and his lettering to look just right.

The only time it gets jagged or messy is when he writes in infernal.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Concern for the handful of tadpoled mortals that have come into his care. They might not always get along with Sharos, but in a lot of ways it is like having more siblings added to his family. He has come to love all of them for their individual quirks and personalities, and he will fight for them and protect them as fiercely as he would his sister.

As for Astarion.... Sharos just ADORES him. He hopes to not only save him from Cazador and the tadpole, but also to make a husband of him and whisk him away to safety in his tower. The love he has for that vampire spawn knows no bounds, and there is almost nothing that Sharos would not do for him. Whether it's to keep him fed, keep him safe, or help him learn to love himself the way he is.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Anything that is luxurious and plush, or was made for beauty rather than durability. He loves velvet, silks, suedes, satins.... If it is fine enough and soft enough, or it has a shimmer, then Sharos wants it for his home or for his wardrobe.

He'll wear plainer stuff he doesn't mind wrecking when he's working on an alchemical or magical experiment or when he needs to dress for battle, but when he's not experimenting with the arcane or fighting then he's dressed to the nines.

What kind of accent do they have?

The standard in game accent when he speaks common, but his voice can change to a rougher tone when speaking infernal, and a more flowing tone when he speaks elvish or decides to sing.

[Sharos uses Voice 7 in game, if you want to hear him.]

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[ineadhyn]

Before the fall

This is my interpretation of the "Bwahaha no" line when you ask if Raphael is good in bed.

It is Raphael x Haarlep, explicit and frankly quite sad.

It is chapter 8 of my fic Direct from hell Logistics, so if you are reading it, you might get spoilered. But it works so well as a standalone that I wanted to post it.

“Haarlep.”

Raphael ordered the incubus to his side without even looking at them. He had just returned to the House of Hope after a visit he paid the mortal he needed most at the moment. To their misfortune they didn’t think they needed him. His brows furrowed angrily and Raphael got rid of his clothes by snapping a finger. He changed into fiend form and rolled his head to loosen the muscles. It was uncomfortable to compress himself into the tiny shape of a human for longer periods of time. Time to wash the chaos of the material plane off. He descended into the pool that was the center of his boudoir and let the hot waves lap against his skin.

“Haarlep!”

He watched them finally appear. The sight of his own perfect body, his own younger face worn by the incubus soothed the growing anger, but not entirely. Raphael looked at them.

“Join me.”

“Eager, are we?” Haarlep said as they sauntered over, a lazy grin on their lips. “Looks like you had a rough day, master.”

Raphael felt his mouth twisting into a sneer at his mockery. “I do not recall asking you for your input. However I do recall asking for you twice.” He glared daggers at his toy, the anger flaring up anew fueled by the insolence.

“And yet you called for me.” Haarlep smiled and lowered themselves, taking a seat on the ledge of the pool, legs dangling idly and splashing the water. “Don’t you want to tell me what is burdening you?”

“Why should I do such a thing? Your head is only good for one thing and it’s not thinking.”

“If you say so, you are certainly right, master.”

Poison dripped from the incubus’ lips and Raphael heard it, but he chose to ignore it. Haarlep’s feelings - if they were even capable of such - were none of his concern.

“Wash my back.”

He placed himself between their legs, his back facing them. Haarlep followed his orders, took the soap and dug their fingers into the soft flesh of his shoulders and the tight muscles around his wings. After a bit they let their hands wander down his arms and pressed their chest against his back. Raphael’s tail twitched.

They brought their mouth close to his ear. “What could it be that has left you so pent up? Perhaps a little mouse? Daring to take the cheese, but evading the trap?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. They bow to me eventually. They still have -” He spit the word out like an insult. “- hope. I will drain every last drop of it and then they'll have no choice but to come knocking at my door.”

Haarlep’s warm hands on his neck soothed him, familiar, well-known and all his - in the most literal sense. The fingers wandered up, slightly scratching his scalp, then entangling with his hair and giving it a slight pull.

“Haarlep.” It was a warning.

He heard a sigh from behind. “I know, I know … you're just too tempting.”

Raphael decided to let it slip. There was no one else he could trust with his body, no fiend nor mortal. Of course his incubus was a spy, but at least with Haarlep he knew where he stood. They would not betray him.

The devil you know …

An incubus, bound by a contract, wearing his shape, using his voice and granting him the pleasure of feeling himself twofold: It was a good deal. If they’d only talk less, it would be perfect. Perfect as the lips that now started pecking at his neck.

“You should be careful, master. You would not be the first devil they fool.”

Raphael turned around so abruptly the water splashed. “I am not like this petty brainless doll Mizora!” he shouted. “I don’t fail! Shut up or I'll flay you alive. Tear you limb from limb and leave you hanging from the walls of my manor as a warning.”

“A threat, how creative.”

“I warn you, Harlot! And take off the harness.”

“As you wish.” Haarlep stood up and started undressing. There was something low and raspy in their voice as they added: “But don’t be surprised if the mouse finds their way into your granary.” They tried to take their time stripping, but Raphael just snapped his fingers again and made the leather disappear. “Hurry. I don’t keep you for changing and chatting.”

The incubus pouted. Raphael did not grant them as much as a look. He left the pool, drying himself with an absent wave of his hand.

“To the bed, Haarlep”, he ordered.

They followed him, still sulking. Raphael chose to ignore it. This was about him and him alone. He was the master in this house. He placed himself on the bed, laying on his back, waiting for Haarlep to follow him. They approached slowly, almost stalking. The way they moved and smiled was the most obvious difference between them.

Haarlep knew what Raphael expected. There was no explanation needed as they climbed on top of him. His own face smiled down on him, but then they hesitated. What do they want now? Raphael should really think about a way to make them shut up permanently.

“May I kiss you?” The irony was in the sweetness in which this question was proposed.

“Of course not,” Raphael scoffed.

“One day you’ll give in and I will show you what heights I could really guide you to. You don’t know what you are missing.”

“Incubi poisoning is none of it.”

Haarlep ignored him and lowered their face so they could whisper in his ear: “You don’t know what you really want, but I do. I can feel it burning under your skin every time you come to me enraged, every time you're furious or drowning in disappointment. Everytime things don’t go your way and you wish-”

“I know exactly what I want, incubus. I want control. I am control. And now go to work, before I cut out your tongue.”

“We both know what a waste that would be”, Haarlep answered and finally made their way down to his cock. Their practiced hand traced Raphaels hips, their forked tongue licking over his length.

Finally.

It would be nicer if he didn’t have to argue with his toy every time he needed its services. Still, he never followed through with his threats and they knew it. The incubus saliva slickened his cock and Raphael watched himself going down on him. Haarlep’s eyes were half closed, their wings folded behind their back and their tail curled. Still, they just played with him, tracing their lips across the sides of his shaft, wrapping the tips of their tongue around his tip.

“Go on!”

Patience had never been his strong suit. If he had to indulge in physical pleasure, he wanted the job done effectively. He was the one playing with his pawns. Nobody played with him - The thought was not as reaffirming as Raphael had anticipated. Still.

The incubus pulled back, looking up at him. Sometimes Raphael feared they knew him better than he did. That they might be right about a few of the things that left their lips when Raphael only listened with half an ear. Though this thought was drowned quickly by their lips closing around him. They took him in, pushing him into the hot wetness of their mouth. Entirely, because incubi were unable to gag. Their head bobbed as their tongue worked. Their hand fastened around his balls. His breath got ragged. Haarlep hollowed their cheeks. He could feel the tips of their tongue. He didn’t need much more to come. And why shouldn’t he? Why should he wait for something he could have right now? Greedy, maybe, but wasn’t he a devil after all?

Raphael clenched his teeth and gave way to the heat that coiled in his abdomen. He jerked and made Haarlep swallow all of his cum. They did not complain. Why would they? If he was quick it meant less work for them.

“Anything else you wish, master?” They said as they licked their lips clean.

Raphael watched them, already getting up. “Not yet. I have work to do.”

At least now he would be able to focus. He slipped into a bathrobe and sat down in front of his desk. Ink and quill stood ready, waiting for him, just next to a neatly stacked pile of papers. Raphael started sorting through them, but noticed that Haarlep had followed him.

“This looks tedious.”

“It’s not.” Raphael dipped his quill into the ink and started making revisions on one of the contracts.

The incubus groaned. “Someone should really teach you what fun is.”

“It won't be you.”

Nothing.

“I’ll have time for fun, when I am the master of the crown of Karsus.”

Nothing again.

“I know you’re rolling your eyes. Fine, come here if you can’t get enough.”

He looked back at Haarlep who tilted their head, but followed his invitation, taking place on his lap, straddling him. The weight of their body did feel good, if Raphael was honest. Comfortable. Nice … He let Haarlep fuck him at times, when he was in the mood. It was always the same as today: A pleasurable relief, delivered at his will, in the most efficient way.

Haarlep started touching him again, stroking across his chest, brushing against the nipples occasionally. Their face revealed they were lost in thoughts. Suddenly Raphael did not want to look at his own face anymore.

“Shift”, he commanded. “Archduchess.”

Haarlep obeyed and with a shiver of sparks a female form appeared on his lap. Raphael grabbed her thighs and let his hands wander up to their waist. The softness of their flesh was a nice change.

“Sit on me.”

Their tits brushed against his face as Haarlep did what he wanted, immediately rolling their hips and grinding against his hardening length. Downtime for a devil was optional, for a cambion at least much shortened. Raphael reached down between them whilst Haarlep placed their hands on his shoulders. Raphael slid two fingers across their cunt. Not to pleasure them, of course, just because he wanted to feel the slick wetness. For a moment he was tempted to taste it, but he was not that stupid. Instead he aligned himself and let Haarlep take him. They sat down, his clock sliding into them with just the perfect degree of resistance, the perfect tightness and the perfect softness. As they were comfortable he reached around them for the parchment.

Haarleps eyes widened, then their brows furrowed. Raphael ignored them.

He felt a breath against his ear, followed by the words: “One day I am going to kill you.”

Raphael only chuckled in response.

They fidgeted on his lap for a bit. Raphael pretended not to notice. Eventually they settled and placed their head against the side of his. Raphael started humming as he revised some lines of poetry. As he refilled his quill, his other hand absentmindedly caressed their back. He didn’t even notice. Haarlep froze for the tiniest of moments, then they closed their eyes.

Raphael kept them there on his lap and worked around them.

An outsider could take them for lovers. Nothing would be more wrong.

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 22 - Make Him Make Sense

‘ WHAT WAS HE THINKING. ‘

Leo hastily made his way through the hall, keeping his feet in a steady rhythm in order to balance out his racing mind.

‘ HOW CAN HE BE SO BLIND. ‘

His hands remained in tight fists swinging from side to side to keep up with his fast pace. The shaking still hadn’t stopped.

‘ If he were seven? Sure. Ten? Yeah, I guess- BUT SIXTEEN FREAKIN’ YEARS OLD???? ‘

A burning heat radiated from his heart and spread to his head.

‘ He’s never going to grow up. Not if he stays like THIS. ‘

Thanks to his brisk walking, Leo quickly found himself outside Sensei’s Study. His feet stopped.

‘ Maybe Sensei can knock some sense into him- Maybe SENSEI can NAIL IT THROUGH HIS SKULL why he should be more CAREFUL. ‘

Leo’s hand reached out and made contact with the door’s handle.

And then he froze.

He shut his eyes and took two deep breaths. ( The deepest he’s been able to manage all day. ) With his eyes shut, and his beating heart finally beginning to slow, Leo did his very best to think clearly instead of emotionally. He forced all his tense muscles to relax as best he could.

The burn in his heart was still very much present. It made him want to call out to Sensei to scold Raphael like back when they were kids. It wanted him to force his brother to take care of himself.

It wanted control.

There weren’t many things that made Leo angry. He actually prided himself with how calm he could appear to be when it came to more tense moments in their home: Arguments, physical fights between brothers, injuries… Normally, he’s able to keep his head on and focus as he works through whatever problem he’s facing.

But then..

..There were specific moments; Brief times when the rarity of his temper made an appearance. Usually it all began with little things:

His finger getting caught in the zipper of his jacket.

Getting interrupted while he tried to focus on doing his devotions in the morning.

Finding out Mikey ate all his leftover pizza even though he SPECIFICALLY WROTE “ DO NOT EAT! THIS IS LEO’S. THAT MEANS YOU, MIKEY“.

And then the final straw would happen. The last little cherry on top of a mound of stress and rising anger.

~

One time Mikey accidentally shattered Leo’s favorite mug. The one Sensei got him for passing one of his hardest tests in ninja training.

Leo had trained for weeks, practicing over and over, working himself till late at night so he would finally pass with flying colors. After he did pass, Sensei came home with a small box in his hands and handed it to Leo. Inside laid a dark blue mug with silver and gold accents swirled around the rim and handle. On its face was painted the words, “ Well done, my Son. “

And now the closest thing to a trophy of his success, as well as one of the rare gifts they would get from Sensei, laid in pieces strewn all over the floor.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

Mikey was only around seven or eight at the time. He was practicing cooking in the kitchen with Sensei and Don. In the chaos of trying to pull out a bowl to use for mixing cookie dough in, he mistakenly knocked off Leo’s prized mug.

When Leo had walked in, Mikey’s eyes almost immediately flooded with tears as he began scrambling to pick up all the sharp ceramic pieces. It didn’t even take a second before his tiny hand was bleeding.

Don came rushing to his side with a paper towel to wrap his hand in, as Sensei started saying something to Leo in a calm voice.

But Leo didn’t understand a word.

He just… stood there.

His mouth remained slightly ajar, while his brows creased in contemplation, trying to process what just happened.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to scream at Mikey.

His wounded heart demanded justice for his loss. It would feel right to get compensation. It would feel right to let out all his anger and annoyance at his dumb little brother.

That thought made Leo literally take a stumbling step backwards.

At that moment Leo ran. There were just too many thoughts and feelings and emotions and he had TO GO. Rather run away, than say something he’d REALLY regret. And how much his chest burned with hatred ( FOR HIS LITTLE BROTHER ) proved to him he just couldn’t handle this right now.

So he ran to the one spot he knew would be safe and distant enough from his family.. Where he could cool off. Where he.. couldn’t hurt them.

As he sat on the cold wet ground in front of the ladder leading up to the surface, he tried to push aside all his horrible feelings.

The faint cold smell of fog and precipitation loomed in the air as the last drop of rain fell through the grate above his head.

The quiet drips of rain water trickling down the grate into the puddles added a somber tranquility to the dark place. As the raindrops fell and plinked onto the mirror-like face of the puddles, there came a light echo that would whisper through the tunnel. Somehow the darkness was peaceful. Not having much to look at really can help one’s mind become a silent haven. And when accompanied by the soft echoes of the raindrops, it can be the world’s most peaceful spot. There were times Leo would fall asleep there, lulled by the soft symphony of drips and whispers.

Leo really wanted this place to work its usual magic… LIKE NOW.. But before his mind could even be quieted, a whispering raspy voice spoke up next to his ear.

“ What are you doing? “

Leo absolutely hated the high pitched squeak that escaped his mouth. And judging by the burst of laughter from Raph, it was apparently loud enough to be heard…

“ - RAPH WHAT THE HECK!????!! ”

Leo felt his cheeks burn not only with embarrassment, but with that same rising anger. It still warmed the inside of his chest, and his mind was no where close to calm yet.

‘ How can I still be angry- it was a mug! A CUP!! How can something that SMALL get me so ANGRY?? ‘

Leo tried to fake as calm a voice as he could.

“ Raph, get outta here. I’m not in the mood. “

‘ I just gotta get him away- He’ll leave, I’ll calm the HECK down, and everything will be fine. ‘

“ Haha-he-ha haaaa…. Sheesh~ Sorry, drama queen. “

Leo could feel all his muscles tense.

“ RAPH- I’M WARNING YOU- BACK. OFF. “ Leo growled. He could feel his filter quickly slipping through his fingers as nothing but hatred and exasperation filled his mind.

“ Dude, what is going on?? What happened to you? Why are you being so- “

It happened too fast.

Leo couldn’t stop the flowing cascade of seething fury as he lunged at his brother.

..All over a flipping mug…

Raph gave a loud yelp as his head slammed into the moist brick ground, but that didn’t stop him from fighting back. The two brothers wrestled aimlessly, fists and feet flying. Both of the boys’ knees and elbows got scuffed and sliced into by the rough exterior of the bricks below. Leo landed a few blows on his brother’s face and shoulder as Raph tried to hold down Leo’s arms and hands.

“ DUDE WHAT’S GOING ON???! ARE YOU NUTS??! “

Leo’s answer found itself in the form of another low sharp growl. He could feel tears pricking the edges of his eyes as he let loose his temper.

Despite Raph’s smaller size compared to his brother, he still knew he had the advantage: Strategy.

One blow to his brother’s hard plastron caused Leo to grunt and press his injured hand to his side. Raph used that small distraction to kick Leo’s stomach to shove him off. In an instant, the roles were switched and Raph was now holding Leo down.

“ DUDE WHAT IS IT?? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU??! “

Leo thrashed underneath Raph’s weight.

“ ARE YOU OK?? “

His mind loudly rang with his temper filling every crevice of his thoughts. Nothing made sense. His vision blurred as if his brain told him it didn’t matter what he saw.

“ LEONARDO!! “

With one last effort to snap his brother back, Raph winded back his arm and slapped Leo square in the face.

The ringing stopped.

Leo’s chest hurt as he heaved shaky breaths. His throat burned from the shouts and growls. His body ached from the punches and wrestling.

And now, his head was finally allowing his mind to catch up to what his body was doing..

..to his brother.

Leo’s vision finally cleared as the blurry shapes crystalized into focus. Raph was looking down at him. His little brother’s right eye began swelling in shades of blue.

Leo’s burning tears swelled and ran over his face.

Raph.. didn’t know how to process this.

As Leo extinguished all the fight he had in him, going limp under his brother’s weight, he sobbed and turned his face away from Raph.

Raph remained on top of Leo with firm grips pinning down his brother’s arms. But as he felt Leo’s body soften and relax, he loosened his grip, eventually letting go and crawling off his older brother’s plastron. He sat down next to Leo’s left shoulder waiting in silence for when his big brother could breathe enough to speak..

“ I- I didn’t mean to- Raph I’m.. I’m so sorry- I’m hic I’m supposed to take care of- of you… And I- I hic I… - I HURT YOU. I’M SO SO SORRY. “

Leo’s voice came out shaky and dry from all the yelling, mixed with the wince of pain of all the emotions plaguing his young heart.

Raphael simply patted Leo’s head in response. ( A little roughly, but it was still appreciated. )

“ Uh….. there… there…. “ Raph whispered weakly as he continued to pat his brother’s head like a puppy. " It's just a black eye.. I get worse in training.... It's no big deal, dude. "

The tears in Leo’s eyes and the shame in his heart didn’t quench his brotherly instinct to laugh at his little brother’s sad excuse of comfort.

Leo returned to the present.

His fingers slowly let go of the Study’s handle.

‘ I didn’t make any sense to Raph back then.. ‘

Leo passed Sensei’s Study and began to walk to the Living Room.

‘ .. But he was still there for me..

So when he’s ready, I’ll be there for him. ‘

That's it for this chapter!! :) Man alive, it's nice to be back at this. :) I've missed writing... Thank you, guys, for being patient! Hopefully my next chapter won't take as long to post. :)

To God be the glory!

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[prismbearer]

Okay i was looking at some tags and saw yours regarding how Raphael knew to make the hammer. We're never given a timeline so it's unclear when he made it BUT in regards to how he knew about Orpheus I had a theory that's becoming more and more sound the more I think about it.

Raphael knew about the Emperor since the very start. He's showcased this when he first meets you and mentions the tadpole in your head (he's not just referring to the literal tadpole in your brain). We know he knows about the existence of the Emperor because when we meet him at Sharess' Caress, he straight up shuts us off from the Emperor. I think it's one of those things that subtly hints how powerful the likes of beings like Raphael are. And of course this means he knew about Orpheus.

Now, we've seen Raphael literally just pop into the Astral Prism on a whim after you betray the Emperor and if you didn't take his deal in Sharess' Caress or steal his hammer (not killing him essentially). So the question is "why couldn't he have just done all this himself, why bother with us if he is that powerful?"

Because the Emperor was there.

That's why he pops in the MOMENT the Emperor physically leaves that realm. The Emperor is his biggest enemy in regards to influencing you (they're both essentially opposite sides of the same coin. Both manipulate you, both want you on their side, you're super crucial to their ultimate goal/freedom. The Emperor wants to be ultimately free from the influence of the Netherbrain, Raphael wants to become the ultimate Archdevil because the one with the most power in the Hells has ultimate freedom). That's why he immediately shuts him off the moment you step foot in his room at Sharess' Caress, why every time you being up the Emperor, Raphael gets hella annoyed/very serious (and it vice versa for the Emperor, warning you adamantly not to go into the Hells because of your safety AND because his influence cannot each you there). Raphael always knew that Orpheus was there, he just couldn't risk it while the Emperor was there as he's not only an illithid but a pretty powerful one. Raphael's diaries showcased how he genuinely feared the presence and plague of the illithids and Korilla tells you that illithids "make terrible clients" (basically non of Raphael's infernal tricks can do much because they're already of a hive mind. The Emperor, not under any influence just showcases that he's MUCH more powerful and a threat than any regular illithid). Can you imagine what it would be like to have Raphael and the Emperor in a scene together? That would be amazing!

Sorry if this got incoherent. Am writing on a phone in a car rn 😂

🥺 Thank you for enabling me! I haven't had a chance to rant about Raphael and the House of Hope for a while... (AlSO I love your Raphael gifs, bless. 💞✨) I am also working but I can't resist the reply so. Messy.

The Hammer and the timeline is something I am honestly SO CURIOUS about. We know that Raphael had dreams about the impending illithid debacle, but not necessarily when... I suppose those dreams could have occurred early enough for Raphael to investigate the truth and then come up with a plan to assist with the process.

However, the very concept of Raphael dreaming about this potentially universe altering shift as a warning is so intriguing. Did this come about under divine influence? Was it because of some sort of artifact or attachment Raphael has with an ability to precognition? I imagine something like divining or altering aspects of the future would appeal to him, but it seems TOO BIG a thing to leave unmentioned behind the scenes. (Unless it was meant to be revealed with additional content, a form of excuse or method he might survive Mephistopheles. But I believe there's no intended additional content as of release so... unlikely?)

I'm assuming Raphael investigated the illithid and the Absolute and knew what Gortash was up to. He'd probably have kept tabs on him even after he "escaped". That is also curious to me, the fact that Raphael would not try to retrieve him as an asset-- since he would see the loss of any asset as an affront to his power and pride... I'm assuming they probably had some sort of deal that if Gortash left the House of Hope he'd be free, and so Raphael kept him prisoner literally thereafter? Give me backstory Larian, pls.

Perhaps the dreams were not as dramatic as Raphael presented them. Maybe they were normal dreams if he was already keeping up with the plan for the absolute and trying to figure out how to use the situation to his advantage. If he was already aware of their plans, not insane to think with his discomfort at the concept he'd essentially have nightmares when the whole scenario puts his dreams at risk. Also I'm sure the idea of an escaped asset winning his dream artifact (crown that makes you a god) would make him feel sick and furious enough to have nightmares... (do all devils dream or is that just like, a side effect of him being a cambion?)

As for the Emperor, I'm assuming you're right and Raphael was aware of the Emperor early on through those plans. Feasibly as early as the gate before the Emperor was sent to retrieve the prism? I'm iffy on how long it might take to build a hammer like that, or where Raphael got the knowledge to do so however. (Note to self, look up passage of time in the hells?? Is it linear to the prime material, or does it vary like the feywilds?)

I do wish there was more direct interaction, since as you said the two are almost different options for the same endgame. Raphael goes all cards in assuming that Tav & Co would never choose an illithid over a charming devil like himself. He suggests the "devil you know" and then goes out of his way to be more forthright and theoretically trustworthy than the Emperor who is constantly trying to keep you out of his business and focused on what he wants. Instead, Raphael invites you to his home, makes you familiar with his nature immediately. He doesn't even demand your soul for the Hammer.

Tbh the scene where he cuts off the Emperor with a snap was fascinating to me, an absolute turning point for my Tav for their relationship with the Emperor. I thought it was haunting and a reality check as to how deep they are in these machinations, between these powerful entities, just by being in the wrong place at the right time.

They're both fascinating and the same in the worst ways (depending on perspective IG) but also so different. I have a lot of feelings about the Emperor too actually! They're so fun. But yeah 100% you are right. Though I think Raphael would also hate illithid because they'd be a terrible audience. Would the Emperor appreciate his little songs and scripted plays? No. And given the nature of illithid devils have almost no reason to deal with them, unless it was strategic maybe. Theoretically, there's not a soul to be had?

I think Raphael would be annoyed trying to script encounters with the Emperor, and that whole presentation and structure is important for him. It's where he gets his confidence and sense of control, which is why he is also furious if you break your role and betray the plot of his plans. There are different paths to dealing with him and Raphael plans those encounters, but if you disrespect him by stealing the hammer he is offering so generously (for a devil) he is Done. Just like the Emperor is also very Order oriented and seeing Tav and Co as assets tbh.

I'm personally of the mind that the Emperor was the illithid that infected you and the party during/just before the attack on the nautiloid. He knew the gith would follow and he needed new "thralls" or agents to do the work he could not when he needed to keep Orpheus and also cannot truly navigate the open world as an illithid. I've seen arguments against this of course, but I don't see the Emperor as Good or Evil. The Emperor is ultimately selfish, even though he himself would rebel from the nature of the hive mind, he still looks down on those who are not evolved (non-illithids). He sees himself as even greater than other illithids, given his personal power and history and the fact that he managed to escape the elder brain. I think the Emperor turning the group Makes Sense. It doesn't change the fact that it did protect you and guide you back to the Gate... but above all things the Emperor just wants you to be good agents and do what he plans so the brain is destroyed. Not accounting for his personal curiosity at how you advance with these altered tadpoles and how different from him yet the same you can become.

Personally I think the Emperor is fascinating and his writing is good. Its interesting that the Emperor is as flexible as the player. He responds to you based off what would please or position you the way he wants. He sort of acts like the player character in that to him you're the companion and he is doing what it takes to get your Approval. And if he can't have your approval, he will struggle for your obedience. (Or so he says.) They're very similar but different.

I hadn't considered that Raphael could handle retrieving the crown himself by trying to free Orpheus on his lonesome just because... game structure tbh haha, but that's a valid point. Feasibly, you could consider that Raphael could use the hammer himself to free Orpheus... (Or send some hired entities or assets...)-- the gith have made deals with Devils before etc. And Orpheus will cooperate to keep the illithid threat at bay. However, Raphael is so theatrical I think he'd see narrative dissonance in such a choice for himself as well. The whole structure of the wayward heroes crowning him after they save the universe etc is in his wet dreams. But I can also see that considering the Emperor... it is probably smarter than Raphael, though perhaps less cunning in terms of creative plotting. They're two "masterminds", and Raphael might have feared crossing threads directly. While the Emperor killing him might just send him back to the hells.... I'm not sure if that weakens devils or if they lose anything in that exchange? Regardless I'm sure Raphael would rather avoid death, and the Emperor would probably gun for his death if at all possible given how furious it gets about Raphael's involvement.

[nesting-dreams]

Donnie and Raphael have some red flags currently, but the good part is that they’re willing to try to overcome these. The series got cancelled so they can’t exactly deal with these issues. Leo had red flags, seems to grow out of his getting people into danger and trouble to try and be the hero complex and get tons of attention in the future cuz he lacks self worth. He killed that in the movie when he realises the worst case scenario of him having that attitude so he has zero red flags now. He used to ditch people sometimes but he’s sacrificing himself in the movie. He was just as avoidance of feelings and talking as Donnie, but he was the class clown rather than stoic. But now after meeting Casey and dealing with the krang, he appears softer and more honest. He takes other peoples issues into account. We saw a bit of that in the series, but he’d right after pull a joke. Donnie can be very stubborn, dude can take days to figure himself out after a really bad argument if you walked off instead of staying right there (stay right there) and he needs other people to actually straighten his thoughts out or he progresses zero, unless the person he is arguing with asks him why is he doing that and tells him he’s upsetting them, he’ll keep things going to an annoying degree, kind of taking his issues out on the argument, but is willing to apologise and fix the problem once he gets over himself. Is a pride thing. Avoidance of feelings unless THE TALK really NEEDS to happen where Donnie is literally about to lose someone in his life. He will never bring something up unless you do it first. Upside is: he never ditches somebody. so leaving is pretty much all on the other person. He never tells them to leave no matter how annoyed he gets. I see people writing fics on him daring a friend or partner to leave and he’s never done that in canon. He’s very loyal. Honestly he was more healthy than Leo used to be. At least he’d get you talking about the issue even if he annoys you with his pride into doing it. Leo would shut people out completely.

Raphael has trouble being alone to where he has a mental breakdown. Hasn’t dealt with this issue properly. I feel like for these two they would have gotten over their issues if we had more seasons if the movie for Leo is anything to go by. Mikey was always perfect.