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[naivegh0ul]

I love the idea of sleepy Ghost. Like, this man can and will fall asleep no matter the time or place. He will curl up on a bale of hay and fall asleep in the middle of a mission, thank you very much.

It's honestly kind of cute. The big bad Ghost just completely knocked out in one of the armchairs in the common room, arms crossed over his chest and his head drooping down. He's in The Dad Pose (You know the one), and is 100% drooling under that mask, you cannot convince me otherwise. And he'll mumble, "I was watching that," when you try to change the channel on the TV.

It's the way he falls asleep, too. He just sits back, adjusts his mask, and then drops off to sleep. Just like that. You'd expect a man like that to have more difficulty sleeping, because he's plagued with nightmares or whatever.

But no, he just conks out, head back and the softest, most adorable little expression hidden beneath his mask, his nose scrunched like a bunny and his mouth pouting.

[miggymikey]

Cheater!

Also they're just little children in this one.

It was the middle of the night. The halls in the lair were dead silent. Everyone was asleep. Except for Donnie and Leo.

Donnie held up the cards in his hands, squinting at them in the dark. He looked up at his brother, who adorned a confident smirk. Leo was definitely winning, with less cards. But, how? Donnie had done everything right. He had set down plus fours, plus twos, skips, and reverses all throughout the game. Yet, he was the one with ten cards in his hands while Leo had two.

He needed to decide carefully which color he was going to set down in order to change the course of the game. He picked out a red six and slowly put it over top the yellow one. Leo's smile only grew wider, so Donnie retracted the card, grabbed his blue six and set it down. He smiled wickedly.

Except, Leo had a certain glint in his eye. He took one of his two cards and placed it down on the pile.

"Uno," He said tauntingly.

Donnie gritted his teeth. He wiggled his fingers stiffly as he looked down at what Leo placed. A blue eight. Now, Leo was down to his last card, and it had to be red based on his prior reaction to Donnie's card. Surely. Donnie put down a matching blue three. He watched his brother with wide eyes. A silent, 'I dare you.'

Leo smiled at his twin's expression. He lifted up his last card dramatically. He dropped it onto the pile as if dropping a microphone. A yellow three.

"Pleasure doing business with you, sir," Leo smirked.

"You cheated!" Donnie stood up and pointed right at Leo.

"Whahahaaat?" Leo scooted back as Donnie tried to tackle him down.

"I know you did!" Donnie lifted his head after face planting right onto the hard floor.

"No! I would Never!" Leo laughed, standing up and running to the other side of the room.

A single Uno card fell from his jacket. Donnie growled at the sight. He picked it up and held it out.

"I knew it!"

"What! One card won't change the game," Leo crossed his arms.

Another card fell from his jacket. There was a beat of silence. Then, practically half the deck started falling out.

Donnie gaped. He couldn't believe Leo would lie to him like this. They were sworn allies! This was supposed to be a friendly game of Uno. He glared at Leo.

"This. Means. War," He whispered.

"Woah woah woah!" Leo held up his hands, "No need to get dramatic, it was the only way I could win."

"That says more about how dumb you are than how smart I am," Donnie hissed.

Donnie tackled his brother, the scuffle becoming loud and rough. There were choice words thrown (Stupid, dum-dum, butthead...). Leo covered his face in an attempt to preserve it from the attack. He cried out for mercy.

"It is two in the morning!"

The twins froze at the roaring voice of their father. They paled at the sight of his crossed arms and rageful face. This was not going to end well.

[fandomfixationstation]

Worst Team Healer: Leona Save One: I'm Going To Kill Shroud

Ao3: Posted

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I woke up with a pain in my back, as a lump of a rock was jabbing into my back and pressing against my spine. confusion setting in immediately as I came to my senses. The warmth and sweet smell of the botanical gardens was nowhere to be found. instead replaced with the cold and crisp scent of pine and oak wood. For some reason beyond my current comprehension: I found myself in a forest, which wasn't recognizable by any means available. 

Where was I?

How did I get here?

Which were the first questions that first came swarming to my mind, soon followed by; where even is here?

 After standing up, a few things became more apparent; I had no wallet, I was wearing strange clothes, and the only other thing in my possession was a whip. The whip itself didn't look all that special at first; odd in the fact that it was a pure white in colour. I had never seen a whip made that way before. 

Patting around my pockets I didn’t have my magic pen either; which proved to be all that more concerning. Who would go out of their way to do something like this? What kind of cruel joke was this? If whoever did this had more sinister intentions why not lock me up? Why not hold a prince for ransom at least? Why leave me stranded with anything at all?

However, I didn’t have much time to ponder this issue, because my thoughts were cut short. By something akin to listening to an elk's dying scream. On most occasions, this probably wouldn’t have raised much alarm. But considering that the scream went from blood curdling to sobbing, it seems like there is more to this than expected. So, as much as I want to ignore it… I suppose it’s my only chance for an answer.

Now it was no challenge to follow the sound of the scream and sobs. You can imagine my amusement when it was just Azul, who was simply stuck in a tree. He practically acted like he was about to die. I almost pitied him, watching him scream his several hearts out. His eyes were practically glued shut. It was rather embarrassing for him I imagine since I think he had more composure in Broom Flying 101 then he did on this low hanging branch. 

“Quit you wailing already Ashengrotto, you’re not going to die.” I finally broke my silence after several moments of watching Azul. getting bored of watching, and waiting to see if he’d notice me on his own.

“That’s easy for you to say!” Azul blurted out without even opening his eyes for a moment. But guessing by his tone, it was clear he knew who he was talking to already.

“Yeah, because even if you fell, you’d probably be fine. Maybe a little bruised, but you wouldn’t break anything. Unless you were woefully stupid.” Was my simplistic counter to Azul. I can not express just how close to the ground Azul was. He could probably unwrap himself from the branch and lower himself till his feet were flat on the ground… 

“If you are just going to stand there mocking me, you can shut the hell up!” yelped out practically shaking like the leaves on the tree. 

“Mmmm, We both know that’s not going to happen.” I mused flatly to Azul. “Moving on, do you know where the hell we are, or even why we are here?” I would interrogate him without much of a second thought. Taking a moment to take in how Azul was also in some fanciful outfit of his own. What the ever loving fuck was going on? Didn’t realise that I signed up to go to the ren fair. 

“For fuck sake Kingscholar, get me down from this tree and THEN, I’ll answer you questions” Azul practically whined out. Seeming to have had enough of his time in the tree already. 

“Do you even have the answers, Ashengrotto?” I will admit I did sound rather condescending saying that. But, Azul wasn’t a damsel in distress, and I wasn’t a knight in shining fucking armour. 

“Yes-!” Azul may as well have been one of the leaves on the tree with how much he was shaking like one. Uncrossing my arms so that I can walk out under the branch azul is on. 

“Lower your legs first so if you fall you’ll land on your feet.” Directing him wasn’t all that hard. Because unlike some people Azul had at least three brain cells and could use at least two of them to form a coherent thought and not make the situation worse for himself. “ stop hugging the branch for dear life and slowly lower yourself, then let go.” 

“Oh Thank, Neptune.” Azul lands on his feet but since he was basically jello from the anxiety so, he crumples to his knees in a matter of seconds. He seems rather too happy to be on solid ground. Maybe just a tad dramatic.

“So, get to explaining-” Not even a moment later would I be interrupted as a scream echoed close by. A text box popped up in my vision about someone being in danger nearby, something about how I should help them. I promptly ignored it. “Anyway- “ That said, nothing could ever go my way once today, as no other than Riddle Rosehearts came running into our clearing.

“YOU- “ Riddle points his finger at Azul, causing the other to raise his hands in defense. “DEAL WITH YOUR EEL.” Riddle would finish before promptly putting Azul between himself and, presumably Floyd. 

“What do you expect me to be able to do about him!” Azul would argue with him, practically scrambling back to his own feet. For a Leader Azul sure doesn’t seem to have any idea how to get his main subordinates to behave themselves.

So in a clearing, we have Azul dressed as some wizard. Riddle dressed like, I don’t know, a bard maybe? Thus, Floyd marching into the clearing dressed as a knight really didn’t come to any surprise at this point. Floyd looked a little bit surprised to see others but that didn’t really bother him obviously, he was going to do what he wanted regardless.

“Oi, that is enough, the lot of ya’. Azul get to explaining what is going on.” Simply ignoring the addition of the others I skipped to the part of getting Ashengrotto to explain. Because I would have remembered agreeing to something this ridiculous. The statement alone seemed to pique Rosehearts interest, clearly he was just as clueless as I was. Now, Azul had the two of us staring him down.

“Yeah, go on Azul, Tell them what is exactly going on here!” If I thought I had condescending earlier, Floyd simply out did it. Despite his wide grin he seemed to be… unimpressed with being roped into this mess even if he had just been having the time of his life chasing Rosehearts through the forest.

“Well… you see, to put it simply, we are in a game.” Azul explains while having taken his glasses off to clean them. Uncertain if it was a nervous fidget or because he had cried so much from being in a tree that he needed to clean them. 

“Care to elaborate on the how’s and why’s?” Rosehearts spoke up after had dusted himself off. “Because I certainly would like to know why the rest of us are here. I have things I need to get done, you know.” He was far from impressed as he had his hands on his hips.

“I can only assume - something went wrong. Because you weren’t supposed to be here.” He would elaborate, but Ashengrotto certainly would have to do better than ‘oopies’ to make up for this blunder. “So Idia must have been interrupted when casting the spell, or something went haywire with the technology.” Regardless of which it was, I could only feel the burning anger I felt at the situation at hand. “Thus sucking in more than the intended players, or something Akin to that” he would assume.

“That’s it? What exactly were you trying to accomplish? You better have a fail safe in place” Honestly, I didn’t particularly care about what they were trying to accomplish, but knowing might make the difference in survival at this moment. Needless to say I wasn’t happy about learning that a guy with blue fire hair, who couldn’t even come to Dorm leader Meetings in person, was responsible for all this. Honestly I was impressed the only thing I had done was clench my fists in anger, because I so badly wanted to lash out. 

“We’d have to ask Idia-” Azul didn’t get to finish his sentence before I interrupted him myself.

“And Just where is he? Do you even know where we are in the game Azul? We are probably lucky enough to have found each other as it is.” Azul admittedly did look- well concerned, and well maybe a tinge fearful. I may have raised my voice when raising my concerns. 

The others did their own glances around the forest. It was generic, it looked like it could be any other forest that ever was. No it was more than Generic, it was artificial. It was too clean, and unassuming. It was like we were standing in a picture, we basically were. So, none of them had a much better idea of where we are or which direction we should go. Azul looked uneasy with this new evaluation of the situation. Riddle, despite everything, looked like he was trying to come up with a plan. So I assume.

“Are you all done yapping yet? Standing around isn’t going to do us any good” Floyd couldn’t seem more bored out of his mind at this moment. How he can be so uncaring in this moment is both agitating and beyond me. 

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Arguing isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Riddle agreed, the hesitant to agree with Floyd was no surprise considering everything. He glanced between myself and Azul for a moment. “You have a decent understanding of the game, I hope?” He spoke with his hands while looking at Ashengrotto. I too turned my attention to him while crossing my arms.

“It was an older game Idia wanted to show off, so I know, enough things, but I wouldn’t say I’m an expert by any means” Azul would say simply- that was when the second text box appeared. Seems the others might have seen something similar based on their facial expression.

 ‘Quest Complete! Damsel saved! Party members Added: AmbitiousTycoon, RoseKnight, and ViciousMockery. 100 exp Gained!’ What quest? What Damsel? Why the hell did I have to be teamed up with them? I didn’t accept anything!

“You got to be kidding me.”

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Save One | Save Two

[holylulusworld]

Stucky Masterlist

Masterlist for all Stucky stories.

Please consider, that these stories have no reader insert. It's Stucky only.

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut // 😈 darkish // 🐺 A/B/O

Eras 💕

[mymreaderlibrary]

Just a scenario I thought would be funny:

fem-Smoke meeting Johnny Cage and still having that whole fangirl thing going on. She’s so excited at the idea of being in one of his movies that she doesn’t even realize that he’s hitting on her. Meanwhile Kuai Liang is seconds away from strangling Cage to death.

[philipjohnclapp]

Rebel Against The Man

A/N: I don’t know, this is angsty, it’s Bam circa Jackass Forever. He’s like 43 here, y’all are gonna hate me, but I’m accurate so I don’t care. Enjoy or don’t- feel free to drop requests.

Bam gets sad when he gets wasted. He gets sad and then he calls Knoxville or one of his ex girlfriends and he cries. He thinks that this didn’t always happen, but it does now. He used to just get wasted and have sex or get wasted and then get wasted even more. But now he just got wasted and cried, and then considered the options of killings himself. But he never did, he just thinks about it until he’s too fucked up to think, or until Knoxville comes over and consoles him. If he’s lucky Knoxville will wrap his arms around him and just hold him. He liked nights like those; but too bad they were no longer. He thinks maybe if he got a little less wasted or stayed the partier- or maybe just maybe he was a bit more like Steve-O that maybe Knoxville still would like him. Maybe things wouldn’t be so fucked. Maybe he just needed another drink; to fight back calling Knoxville again. Even though he had a restraining order; and he’s well more than certain that he even got a new number.

Another reason Knoxville can’t come over anymore is because he has kids- or well, he says he did. But that never stopped him the first time; and that wife certainly doesn’t. He wonders if that means that Knoxville doesn’t like him anymore for good. He wished he could ask Dunn, but he couldn’t. He wished he could just blame Jeff, or dumb Steve-O. They both probably still get the arms of Knoxville, and those tight embraces. Fuck Steve-O, fuck them all. And fuck Jackass. He wished he could forget all about him, and tonight he thinks that he might try.

He had buckets full of reasons why he shouldn’t be the way he is, he had kids too; well, a kid. And he had a wife too, not anymore, and he should be mad about that, and lord knows he was. He was angry, upset, heartbroken. And he wasn’t sure who to blame, himself? Johnny Knoxville? Dunn? Maybe when Steve-O ended up in rehab all those years ago he should’ve too.

He didn’t get anything like that though, no nice intervention or offers in his apartment. No sit down or hugs and kisses. Nothing. Conservative ships, knives in the back, exploited. Fuck. He was shitted on so much, and now staring at the old contacts of dealers that he knew because why the fuck not now? His life was shit. He was angry, he hated his damn mom, he hated his stupid brother. He hated everyone. And he hated how Knoxville could parade around acting like everything was okay, like just a decade or so ago they weren’t sleeping with each other every other week. Sneaking off, naughty kisses, bad touches, shared drinks. Fuck. And he was not gay.

If only his stupid wife… or his girlfriend, whoever the fuck Knoxville was shoving his dick in now knew. Knoxville was as fruity as anyone else, Knoxville liked dicks and balls. And everything that came with the territory of guys.

It didn’t matter anyways. None of that did, and no one would believe him anyways. Hell, he would’ve believed himself either if it wasn’t for those dirty polaroids, or the reminisces of Knoxville he had scattered around everywhere. If only they smelt less like Bam and more like Knoxville, maybe he was just asking for too much.

He often wonders if he actually fought Knoxville, that would make him feel better. A little less shitty, like he could take all the power back. Maybe back then he was just a stupid kid, he was. Just barely 20, maybe less. He didn’t know. He was just a kid, and Knoxville was another way to rebel. Rebel against the man or whatever. He felt new, he was new. It was exciting; and different than any drug he’s ever pumped through his veins.

He wonders if he shot up now that he could feel that same excitement, that same joy that he felt when he was with Knoxville. Like he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing. And he was in some ways; he still was now.

Except now everybody didn’t care as much as they did. They cared when Dunn died, but not for him. Dunn was his best friend not there. He was with Dunn as a dumb stupid kid; he was with Dunn everywhere. They fucking lived together. He was his everything.

Maybe none of it was ever about Bam, though. Maybe it never was. The more he thought about it with tears streaming from his reddened eyes the more probable it seemed. Wicked truth. And fuck did it sting, he thinks it stung more than anything ever has. He wished he could puke his guts out or curl over and die.

That’s what everyone probably expects him to do anyways. They wouldn’t care, with all of the “Bam died when Dunn died” thing. All he wanted to do was pull his hair out and scream that he was right here, he was Bam. He was the same dumb kid he was twenty years ago; the same Knoxville loving idiot. In love with someone he couldn’t have, just another fuck. He was forgotten about too easily.

It hurts more than anything else has ever hurt before. He thinks that nobody will ever hurt as much as he hurts now. His mother, his stupid brother, and hypocritical Steve-O couldn’t fucking hope to understand an ounce of it. Steve-O was a pussy, a fucking liar, a stupid thief who took what w wasn’t his. That is if Knoxville was even his to begin with, maybe not. He was just some sorry fool, wasn’t he? But nobody will ever know Knoxville like he did. He knew the cruelest side of him, he knew all the backlash. He felt it all as if it was needles stabbed into his skin. It truly felt like he was dying, but hey; maybe he was.

[straykidsnerd255]

Hey there. So I was wondering, what if Saga’s darkness dragon goddess tells Saga that she found out the Ker was responsible for Saga’s evil side? Would she tell the other gold saints, Athena and the bronze saints about Ker? What would Saga say after hearing this?

Sorry this came out late! I also apologize if this is short!!

Saga would be stunned. He couldn’t believe that Ker was the one behind his evil side. He would sit and try to figure out why everything was happening like it was but when the dragon goddess mentioned wanting to talk to the saints and Athena about it, but, Saga was worried. He wasn’t sure if they would still treat him as a saint of Athena or if they would see him as a traitor or a monster. 

The goddess tried to reason with Saga but when nothing was working, she sighed and disappeared and reappeared in front of Athena. Bowing, she began to explain the situation. Athena narrowed her eyes as the mention of Ker being the root cause. She stood from her throne and smiled gently at the goddess before moving towards Saga’s room. 

“Saga, are you here?” Athena called out. The mentioned male stiffened where he was sitting on the bed. He cursed the goddess that told Athena before standing up and turning to face Athena. He dropped to his knees and bowed to her. His eyes closed hoping that it would keep the tears from forming in his eyes.

Athena dropped to her knees and pressed her hands to his face, causing his eyes to snap open as she gently tilted his head up. “I’m not angry at you Saga. The dragon goddess told me, and the other saints, what happened. No one here blames  you. I don’t blame you for anything that has happened. You had no control over your actions. Ker blinded you. It was not your fault.” Athena smiled, helping Saga up from the ground.

Saga didn’t understand why Athena was treating him with such kindness but he wasn’t going to refuse it. He smiled up at the purple haired goddess before bowing once more. Athena smiled softly before turning back towards the way she had come from. She looked over her shoulder and motioned him to follow her.

When they were back in the main hall, Saga was slightly nervous. The gold and bronze saints were there and watching both him and Athena. He tried to keep himself from trying to shrink away from their gaze but everything changed when he looked up and saw the saints all smiling at him. Athena noticed and smiled as well. She walked back towards her throne, sitting down and holding the staff to the side. “Let’s begin.” She began.

[knebellindemann]

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[werecreature-addicted]

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

[naivegh0ul]

Could you possibly do a soap platonic fic where ghost has a 9 year old daughter and she is the total opposite of ghost, she just rambles and she meets soap at base and they instantly become infatuated with each other and ghost finds them talking about sharks in immense detail to each other???

Oh my gosh that is such a cute idea! 🥹🥹🥹

Soap had no idea Ghost had a daughter. I mean, why would he, of all people, have a kid? Ghost is a lone wolf, "I work alone," may as well be his catchphrase at this point.

So, one night when the squad goes out for drinks, Ghost having been forced to come, Soap is curious as Ghost gets a call. Soap was surprised Ghost even had a phone, he just imagined he brought a radio everywhere with him, like the strict soldier he is.

Soap watched as Ghost stepped away from the bartop, murmuring a low, "Hey, sweetheart." into his phone. He assumed that maybe Ghost had a girl back home, but when Soap listened in further, he was shocked.

"I know, I know. Daddy will be home soon, alright? Behave for the babysitter. Alright, I love you too, sweetheart. Bye."

Wow, was all Soap could think. No way The Ghost has a child. Impossible, simply impossible. But, the way Ghost spoke to whoever was on the other line...

Soap had to investigate this.

For the next few weeks, Soap kept a close eye on Ghost, trying to listen in on his phone calls, peering around him when he was texting someone.

It was a little creepy, yeah, but Soap needed to know whether or not Ghost actually has a little mini-me or not.

Ghost seemed a little off one day, constantly on his phone, being mean to the recruits, (Well, meaner than usual.) It got Soap curious again. Ghost left the base around 2pm, and Soap watched with raised eyebrows.

To his knowledge, Ghost hadn't been called out on a mission, and he had left the base wearing civilian clothes, this all got the wheels turning in Soap's brain.

Ghost came back around 4pm, and Soap immediately went to greet him. Then, he saw it. Actually, he saw her. A little girl, huddled behind Ghost's back, clutching onto his jacket with a shark plushie in her small hand.

The little girl looked up at Soap with wide eyes, a twinkle of curiosity visible. "Hey, lass, I'm Soap. What's your name?" Soap said. The girl glanced up at Ghost as if to see if it was okay to talk to the strange man, and Ghost nodded down at her.

"Beth." She answered, smiling a little up at Soap. "Do you like sharks?" Beth pointed at Soap's mohawk, clearly thinking that it looked like a shark fin.

Ghost chuckled under breath, and Soap nodded. "I do. Does this little fella have a name?" Soap crouched down in front of Beth and gestured to the shark plushie she was holding.

"Sharkie!" Beth exclaimed with a happy smile. She seemed excited to be talking about her plushie. Beth toddled over to Soap and held up the toy, showing it to him while telling him facts about sharks.

Soap looked over at Ghost, smiling to himself as he saw the proud look in Ghost's eyes as he stared down at his little girl. Ghost stepped closer to the two and placed a hand on Beth's head before kneeling down.

"Daddy's gotta go finish some work, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can, you stay with Soap." Ghost said, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly. He lent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head through his mask before walking away.

Soap felt his heart swell with happiness at the thought of Ghost trusting him enough to let him look after his daughter. "Alright, you little menace, what do you say we go get some ice cream?" Soap smiled as the little girl squealed in excitement and nodded, grabbing Soap's hand.

The entire car ride to the ice cream parlour, Beth was chattering away in the backseat, telling Soap all about sharks. "Did you know that baby sharks are called pups? Like little dogs! Isn't that cool?"

Soap pulled into the parking lot and helped Beth out, walking into the shop with her on his hip. "Mr. Soap, can I have chocolate ice cream?" Beth asked. She tugged on Soap's sleeve, looking at him hopefully.

"Of course you can, lass." Soap smiled, ruffling Beth's mousy brown hair. Soap ordered the two of them some ice cream, getting strawberry for himself and chocolate for Beth.

Beth kept talking the whole time, excitedly telling Soap about sharks, and about that one time when Ghost took her to an aquarium and she got to see a shark in person.

"It was so cool! It was kinda big and scary, but I know my Daddy could fight it off." Beth giggled at the story, beaming as she praised her father.

It was cute, to watch this little girl who is somehow Ghost's daughter despite being the complete opposite of him, ramble about sharks. "Do you work with my Daddy, Mr. Soap?" Beth asked curiously as she nibbled on her chocolate ice cream, smearing some around her lips.

"Yeah, I do. He's my friend, as well." Soap took a bite of his own ice cream, looking over at Beth as she scooped up some of her ice cream and pretending to feed it to her shark plushie, staining the shark's face a little.

Soap checked his watch after a while, his eyes widening as he realised they'd been gone for quite a while. "Let's go back, yeah? I bet Ghost- your dad is missing you." Soap said, catching himself when he referred to Ghost by his callsign, unsure if Beth knew about that.

The girl seemed oblivious and nodded her head, wiping her mouth on her sleeve before she hopped off her chair, shark plushie in hand.

The two headed back to base and Soap took Beth to the 141's common room, putting on some random kids show on the old TV for Beth to watch.

Soap sat back, watching as Beth sat cross legged on the floor and looked up at the TV, watching eagerly as Octonauts played. Beth seemed to be really enjoying the show, giggling loudly, it made Soap smile.

Beth continued to tell Soap about shark facts, pulling one off the top of her head each time a shark would show up on screen. She is actually quite smart, she knows more about sharks than any adult Soap knows.

Neither of them noticed when Ghost entered the room, Soap being too engrossed in the facts Beth is telling him. Ghost watched from the doorway, smiling under his mask as his little girl taught Soap about sharks.

(ok but why is this over 1k words. i think i've become obsessed with parent!ghost and little beth 🥹)

[miggymikey]

Eepy

Three days. That is how long Donnie has been cooped up in his lab with no food or sleep. His water was only half empty, considering he hadn't refilled it once during that time. He sat in his own muck, not having taken a single shower. He only left to use the restroom, because he wasn't a heathen. He just didn't have enough time in his life to do those things. The average person sleeps for roughly 26 years in their life. That is a third of life down the drain! Donnie didn't have that luxury.

But Raphael disagreed. The oldest brother slid open the lab door with zero grace and locked on to Donnie. He wore sunglasses, despite the darkness.

"Health Unit!" He exclaimed, "Attack!"

Leo and Mikey marched into the room, sporting matching sunglasses. Mikey whipped Donnie's chair around while Leo turned off all of his active tools. Donnie shrieked in horror as his computer file was closed and the screen shut off. Thankfully, Leo had the decency to save the file first. Raph grabbed Donnie's water bottle and handed it to the softshell.

"You cretins!" He exclaimed as Raph dumped him out of his chair. "I'm working on serious--"

He was cut off when Mikey pushed the water bottle onto his mouth.

"You look thirsty," Mikey smiled darkly, "Doctor Delicate Touch is here to help."

He said this as he held Donnie's face as tight as he could and practically shoved the open water bottle down his throat. Meanwhile, Leo told Shelldon to pick up the trash while he prepared the bedroom.

Donnie pushed Mikey away to yell, "Do NOT go into my room!"

"Would you rather sleep on my bed?" Leo sassed, clearly enjoying the events.

Raph picked up his younger brother and didn't even flinch when he received a bite in return. He carried the struggling turtle to the restroom and dropped him inside. Before Donnie could orient himself, Raph pulled the door shut and held the doorknob.

"No, no, no, no!!" Donnie scratched at the door, "Let me out!! You don't understand!"

"You arent leaving until you take a shower," Raph chirped.

"This is cruel! I did not agree to this!" Donnie exclaimed.

There was no response, but the door was still being held from the outside. Donnie groaned, holding his head. He glanced at the towel that was set on the sink for him. Then, accepting his fate, albeit with much grumbling about how dumb his brothers are, he turned on the shower and took off his mask.

Once he was done, Raph let him out, but did not let him walk freely. Donnie dug his heels into the ground as his older brother pushed him into the kitchen, where Mikey presented a bowl of cereal for him. Something light, presumably still wanting him to sleep.

Donnie grumpily ate the meal while Raph stood by the door with his arms crossed like some sort of prison guard. Leo approached the oldest turtle and put up his hand in a salute.

"The bedroom is prepared, big brother," He reported.

"Good," Raph smirked, a shadow falling over his face.

Dread filled Donnie as he realized there was nothing left in his bowl. Raph's shadow enveloped him. Donatello shrieked and struggled as Raphael carried him under his arm.

"This would be easier for both of us if you stopped struggling," Raph said.

"Are you kidding? This is fantastic," Leo leaned against the door, a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

"You fiends!" Donnie accused as Raph walked into his room. "You only wish for me to fail!"

Mikey and Leo peaked inside from the door as Raph manhandled Donnie. He dressed the purple masked boy in his pajamas and tore off the mask with a less than careful hand.

"Be careful with that!" Donnie complained. "You're going to pop the buttons, stop this tomfoolery!"

Donnie buttoned up the shirt properly. Then, Raph pushed him onto the bed and wrapped him up in a tight blanket burrito. Mikey looked on with big, envious pupils.

"Aww, I want to be in a blanket burrito," He whispered.

"I'll put you in a hammock burrito," Leo replied with a smug smile.

Raphael laid on top of Donnie as he struggled and whined. The other two, released from their duties, now left to prepare themselves for bed. It didn't take long for Donnie to tire himself out and fall asleep. Once Raph was sure the other wouldn't wake up, he carefully stood from the mattress and silently left the room.

"Phew," Raph patted his hands as if that whole ordeal had dirtied them.

His duties as the oldest sibling were complete. He made sure Donnie wouldn't kill himself from hyperfixation. Though, something told him Donnie wouldn't mind as much as his brothers would, as long as he completed his task. Whatever task he had been trying to accomplish.

That night, all four turtles slept soundly. And by morning Donnie was back in the lab with a fresh mind buzzing with new ideas.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!