#Red-footed tortoise care

[ourpetscare]

Are red-footed tortoises easy to take care of?

How to handle a red-footed tortoise as a pet? Native to both South and Central America, the red-footed tortoise can be found in both wet and dry woods and grasslands. Red-footed tortoises are a common pet with eye-catching markings and coloration on their shells that make them easy to care for and have a long lifespan. If you're considering getting one, prepare to spend a lot of money on supplies, food, and living quarters for what may be a long 50-year commitment. Read More...

[wild-wow-facts]

Discovering the Red-Footed Tortoise

Meet the red-footed tortoise, a social herbivore with a colorful shell! Learn about its unique behavior and vital role in the ecosystem.

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[ilex-cassine]

Yeah, so April is real! 🐢

I have had her for about six years. When I got her, a vet estimated she must be around 30 years old. Another vet has since told me that's bullshit and you can't tell with turtles, so who knows 🤡

I used to work at a kind of shitty wildlife sanctuary, and they had a bunch of "unreleasable" turtles and tortoises for "education" but they just kept them in the back and never showed them to anyone. The staff in charge of them SUCKED and fed them once a week, maybe, if they remembered. I didn't know shit about turtle care, but I Googled around and figured out a better feeding schedule for them.

This one stood out, with her spotty legs and clown makeup and her instant obsession with me. The other turtles just wanted food, but she would actually come over and sit between my legs and just stare at me. I fell in love HARD and finally asked my boss if I could please take her home. She was like "we still have turtles back there?? Yeah I guess. Whatever."

So now April lives with me and runs my life! She's very social for a turtle and charms visitors all the time. She loves patrolling the perimeter of her enclosure or the patio and climbing over shit unnecessarily for exercise. She is a very messy eater and when she eats red fruit it looks scary af (pictured).

The sanctuary people think she might have been brought in about eight years earlier with a batch of wild turtles that survived a forest fire. But the vets say she doesn't look like a native turtle for this area, so who knows??

People tell me she's a plain ol eastern box turtle. I think she looks more like a three-toed box turtle, except she has three toes on one foot and four on the other, lol. She really had the vet stumped.

So yeah. That's April. If I was a witch she would be my familiar. I would die for her. She feels neutral about me. It's all good.

[ifitwerentforthatmeddlingkid]

I saw your post about how elf's muncher slower do you have any more thoughts like that if you do can you tell them please

Yeah I actually do have a lot of thoughts about aging and lifespans used in fiction.

So backstory, I work as an educator at a zoological facility and we have a very wide variety of animals with a wide variety of average lifespans and maturity rates. I like to take inspiration from this and think about what it would be like for sentient beings to experience this type of discrepancy between one another.

A Virginia Opossum typically lives about 3-5 years. We rescued an opossum as a joey and he matured and grew old and passed away in what felt like an impossibly short span of time. This reminds me a lot of the half-foots in Dungeon Meshi because it seems to be really hard for other longer-living races to wrap their heads around how much they can accomplish in their lives in such a short amount of time. It would also hurt to never feel like you have enough time to spend with a dear companion.

An Aldabra Tortoise can live to be over 150 years old. Studies are difficult for us to conduct because they have a habit of outliving their researchers. Their maturity is based on size rather than age, being able to reproduce when they are about half of their final adult size. I am about 5'8" or 172 cm. Now imagine I was able to reproduce at 2'9" or 86 cm. That's about the size of your average 4 year old. Now imagine it took me 25-30 years to reach that size.

Sometimes the average lifespan is nothing impressive, but the rate of maturity is very different from ours. Penguins can live over 30 years under human care. The chicks typically start growing adult feathers within a few months and soon look nearly indistinguishable from adults much older than them, with only a few identifiers you would only notice if you were trained to do so. They reach their final adult size in less than a year and spend the rest of their life changing very little. I'm not much of a Twilight fan, but I think this is similar to what happened with Bella and Edward's daughter? Either way, it is an interesting concept for sure, to have an extremely short childhood compared to the rest of your life.

Some animals have long memories. We have a cockatoo who outlived her original owner and was surrendered by his family when they could not take care of her. She has been with us for several decades and still has a bias towards men with light blonde or red hair like her owner. The Aldabra tortoises may have trouble recognizing someone who looks different after 50 years, but they will perk up when they recognize a familiar voice. I think of a longer-living race meeting an childhood friend only to be shocked at how much older they appear.

Overall, I think it's an interesting concept to play with when designing fictional races of people in fantasy (or sci-fi!). How do they perceive time? How long do they take to mature and grow? What do their childhoods look like? How does this affect how they treat each other, both within their own race and with outsiders?

If a being lives so long that they perceive the normal human lifespan as happening in the blink of an eye, could they form a real emotional bond with a human? Is this type of being destined for cultural isolation? If not, why not? If a character chooses to pursue a relationship with a being with a vastly different lifespan, would that open them up to ridicule from their peers? Would the relationship be worth it anyway? What kind of character would be willing to take that chance?

I think there's a lot to explore with the nature of time and how much we are willing to invest in each other. Diverging from realistic depictions of longevity can help us come to terms with how we relate to one another in the real world.

[mythica0]

I’m making a tortle OC!! :D

I saw people making turtlesonas and got inspired! I don’t know if this counts as one of those though.

I don’t have art for em’ yet other than some doodles on my class notes, but they’re a red-footed tortoise!(yes, I know, a tortoise is not a turtle but they are very similar!) it’s kind of like a memoir to some of the reptiles we used to have(they’re not dead we just couldn’t take care of em and gave em to loving homes)

Her name is Tempest! She’s going to have a link bandanna! Hopefully I’ll have some more polished artwork sometime soon, but I wouldn’t hold your breath lol.

[bobbinacrosstheequator]

We’re planners. Some people think it’s much cooler to be spontaneous. But planning has served us well – getting our adventures just to our liking and enjoying the planning process itself. The important corollary to planning, of course, is that we’re both pretty good at rolling with unexpected situations that muck up the plan. Our polar bear trip? Covid delayed it over a year. Galapagos and Machu Picchu? Civil unrest in Peru got in the way. But intrepid planners that we are, we regrouped. A friend (thanks, Paula!) recommended a terrific Costa Rica-focused tour company that fixed us up nicely, even at the proverbial 11th hour. Galapagos and Costa Rica – we’re on!!

We have different areas that need focus in preparing for a trip and extracting ourselves - temporarily - from our day-to-day lives. For Jillebob, getting work in order for an extended absence is key! For Sebbie, identifying a colleague to look out for her real estate clients is vital, as is lining up Kim for Fergie care. The rest of the stuff – that we’re in the thick of just now – is fun: Starting a pile of clothes and supplies to bring; making an appointment for shots (ok, not fun); making sure we have enough camera memory to take a zillion photos in the hopes that a small sub-set are wonderful.

The count is on. Liftoff is March 16th. Giant tortoises, blue-footed boobies, sloths and red-eyed tree frogs, here we come.

March 3, 2023

[amazinganimalsfacts]

Imagine a vibrant, shelled creature that takes you to the lush, green landscapes of South America. This is the world of the red-footed tortoise (Chelonoidis carbonaria). It's a favorite among reptile lovers. Its striking look and interesting history have won many hearts. People love to bring a piece of the rainforest into their homes with them. Key Takeaways Red-footed tortoises are native to South America, living in places like savannas, forest edges, and tropical forests. They were over-harvested for the pet trade, so now they're protected. But, illegal harvesting still happens. These tortoises have many colors, from red to yellow/orange/black. This shows their diverse origins. Captive-bred red-footed tortoises help with conservation. They face threats from losing their homes and being taken from the wild too much. It's important to take good care of these exotic creatures to keep them healthy and happy in captivity. Introduction to the Red Foot Tortoise Natural History and Distribution The red foot tortoise, also known as the red-legged or red-footed tortoise, is a species from South America's tropical forests. They live in a wide area, from the Amazon Basin in Brazil to Colombia, Panama, and Guyana. Their home is in dense, lush vegetation under warm, humid conditions. This makes them perfect for the tropical forest environments they love. Characteristics and Behavior Red foot tortoises are seen as hardy, curious, and active chelonian species. This makes them popular pets. They are suggested for those new to tortoises, but they need special care. They don't hibernate in winter, but they might be less active. These tortoises stand out with their vibrant colors. Their shell can be reddish-brown to almost black, and they have bright red or yellow legs and head markings. Older males have an hourglass shape, while yellow foot tortoises have longer head scales near the nose. Despite their beauty, they prefer not to be handled much. They are best with committed, intermediate-level keepers who can give them big spaces and the right care. https://youtube.com/watch?v=5R8TOCXnaXg Differences Among Red Foot Tortoise Variations Red foot tortoises (Chelonoidis carbonaria) have different regional types, each with unique traits. These types are split into northern and southern groups. They show clear differences in looks, size, and behavior. Northern Races: Guyanan, Panamanian, and Colombian The northern group includes the Guyanan, Panamanian, and Colombian red foot tortoises. The Guyanan type is the most common, with a black shell, a narrow waist in males, and bright colors on their legs. The Panamanian and Colombian types have a gray or coffee shell and less red on their legs. Southern Races: Brazilian and Gran Chaco The southern group has the Brazilian and Gran Chaco red foot tortoises. The Brazilian types are known for their dark necks and bright red skin, sometimes with shell spots. They might not have the male "wasp waist" but often have a unique scale below their elbows. The Brazilian "yellows" look similar to the Guyanan type. The Gran Chaco types are the biggest, reaching 35-45 cm, and have less bright shells and skin colors than the Brazilians. VariationCharacteristicsSizeGuyananBlack carapace, constricted waist in males, vibrant limb colors30-35 cmPanamanian and ColombianCoffee/gray shell background, less red limb coloration30-35 cmBrazilian "Reds" (Cherry Heads)Dark necks, bright red/orange skin, occasional shell mottling30-35 cmBrazilian "Yellows"Similar to Guyanan type30-35 cmGran ChacoLargest size, less vibrant shell and skin colors35-45 cm Housing Requirements for Red Foot Tortoises Creating the right red foot tortoise enclosure is key for their health and happiness. Adult red-footed tortoises need a big, naturalistic tortoise vivarium. It should be about 120 inches long, 60 inches wide, and 36 inches tall. This size lets them move around and act naturally.

You can make the enclosure from wood, plastic, or strong outdoor tortoise pens. Glass terrariums are okay for small tortoises but not for adults. It's important to add lots of hiding spots, like ground clutter, half logs, plants, and rocks. This makes the tortoise feel safe and cozy. Enclosure SizeSubstrate OptionsTemperature Range120" x 60" x 36"Newspaper Paper towels Cypress mulch Coconut coir Reptile bark85°F to 90°F Choosing the right substrate is important. Some, like newspaper or paper towels, don't let tortoises dig. If so, give them a dig box. Better options include cypress mulch, coconut coir, or reptile bark. These give a more natural feel for the tortoise. "Larger is always better when it comes to red foot tortoise enclosures. Providing ample space and a naturalistic habitat is crucial for the well-being of these fascinating chelonian companions." Proper Lighting and Heating for red foot tortoise For red foot tortoises, the right lighting and temperature are key. They need specific UVB lighting and temperature changes. This helps them stay healthy and have good calcium metabolism. UVB Lighting Red foot tortoises need UVB light to make vitamin D3 in their skin. This vitamin D3 is vital for their bones and preventing bone disease. Good UVB bulb options include the ReptiSun T5 5.0 HO, Arcadia T5 12% Desert, or Arcadia T5 6% Forest. UVB light can't go through glass, so sunlight through a window won't work. Giving them safe outdoor time is a great way to get them UVB and visible light. Basking and Ambient Temperatures Red foot tortoises need a warm spot of 85-90°F for basking. They also need a warm area of 80-85°F and a cooler area of 70-75°F. At night, turn off any lights that give off heat. Temperatures can drop to 65°F, but use a ceramic heat emitter if needed. Flood tungsten-halogen bulbs are best for the infrared they need. "Maintaining the correct lighting and temperature gradient is essential for the health and well-being of red foot tortoises." Humidity Needs of the Red Foot Tortoise The red foot tortoise and its relative, the yellow-footed tortoise, love humidity. They need 60-80% moisture in their environment, which you can check with a digital hygrometer. In their chelonian rainforest habitat, red foot tortoises do well in a humid setting. You can use coconut coir or cypress mulch as a substrate to keep the air moist. This creates the right tortoise microclimate for them. Outdoor enclosures can also work well. The tortoise's burrows and shelters keep the air humid. It's important to watch the environment closely and make changes as needed. This is especially true for baby tortoises. Humidity RequirementIdeal RangeHealth ImplicationsRed Foot Tortoise60-80%Proper hydration, growth, and respiratory healthHatchling Red Foot Tortoise75-100%Critical for optimal development Getting the humidity right in a red foot tortoise's home is key. It helps avoid mold and mildew, which can harm the tortoise. It's important to keep an eye on the environment and make changes if needed. This helps keep these amazing reptiles healthy and happy. Dietary Requirements and Feeding Red-footed tortoises eat both plants and animals. They mainly need plant-based foods. A mix of leafy greens, veggies, fruits, and some protein and special tortoise food meets their needs. Feeding them right is key to their health. Greens, Vegetables, and Fruits About 75% of their diet should be leafy greens. Add 15% vegetables and 5% fruits and flowers. Good greens are turnip greens, mustard greens, and kale. Vegetables like squash and sweet potatoes are also good. For fruits, give them cactus fruit, mango, and berries. This mix keeps them healthy. Supplementation and Protein Sources Feed juveniles every day, and adults every other day. Young ones, females about to lay eggs, hatchlings, and juveniles need calcium every day. Adults can have calcium 1-2 times a week. Use a calcium powder without phosphorus for them.

Also, give them a multivitamin with vitamin A once a week if they're adults. For young ones, give it 2-3 times a week. Protein sources like earthworms and insects are okay, but only once a week. This helps avoid too much protein. "The key to a healthy red foot tortoise diet is a balance of plant-based nutrition and strategic supplementation." red foot tortoise Longevity and Adult Size The red foot tortoise is known for its long life and large size. These tortoises can live from 50 to 90 years in captivity. This is much longer than their 20 to 40 years in the wild. These tortoises are quite big. Adults are about 12 inches long, but some can reach up to 20 inches. Compared to the yellow foot tortoise, they are a bit smaller, averaging 15 to 16 inches long. However, some yellow foot tortoises can grow as big as 37 inches. Red foot tortoises grow slowly but steadily. Baby tortoiles are less than two inches long at birth. They grow about one to two inches each year. This slow but steady growth, along with their long lives, makes them great pets for reptile lovers. Tortoise SpeciesAverage Adult SizeMaximum Recorded SizeAverage Lifespan (Captivity)Red Foot Tortoise12 inches20 inches50-90 yearsYellow Foot Tortoise15-16 inches37 inches50-90 years If you love the bright red color of the red foot tortoise or prefer the slightly bigger yellow foot variety, these tortoises are fascinating. They offer a lifetime of companionship for reptile lovers. Legalities and Ethics of Owning Red Foot Tortoises Before getting a red foot tortoise, you need to be careful. Laws about having reptiles vary a lot in different places. These tortoises are under threat because of habitat loss and being taken for food, skin, and pets. It's better to get them from breeders than from the wild for ethical and conservation reasons. The Turtle Survival Alliance says there were six million radiated tortoises in 2013, but now there are likely only three million. This shows how important it is to own these animals responsibly and follow wildlife laws. In many places, having certain tortoises, like the red foot tortoise, is not allowed or is strictly controlled. You should learn about red foot tortoise ownership laws, chelonian pet trade regulations, and if they are protected wildlife species in your area. "Keeping wild tortoises as pets threatens their survival and species' preservation." There are big ethical issues with owning a red foot tortoise. They are not pets like dogs or cats. They need special care and a good home to live in. It's important to be a responsible owner to make sure they are happy and healthy. Choosing captive-bred tortoises and knowing the laws and ethics helps protect this amazing species. Making smart and informed choices is key to a sustainable and ethical chelonian pet trade. Selecting a Captive-Bred Red Foot Tortoise Looking for a red foot tortoise as a pet means finding one bred in captivity from a trusted source. This could be a specialty pet store, reptile magazines, reptile shows, or talking to a reputable breeder. Choosing a captive-bred tortoise means you get a healthy pet without parasites, ready for a home life. Talking to a breeder gives you a tortoise that's both healthy and used to being around people. Breeders love to share how to care for these special reptiles. This helps you make the best home for your new captive bred red foot tortoise. "Captive-bred reptiles are the way to go when it comes to finding healthy, well-adjusted pets. Avoiding wild-caught specimens is crucial for the long-term wellbeing of both the animal and the environment." By picking a captive bred red foot tortoise from a reputable reptile breeder, you're giving a loving home to a pet ready to do well. This choice is good for the tortoise and promotes caring for chelonian pets. Conclusion The red-footed tortoise is a vibrant and captivating pet from South America's forests and savannas.

They need special care to thrive in captivity. This includes proper housing, lighting, heating, humidity, and diet. Choosing a captive-bred tortoise from a trusted source is key. Following the best care practices makes owning this unique tortoise rewarding. They are long-lived, colorful, and interesting to watch. As more people want red-footed tortoises as pets, it's vital to learn about their care and laws. Doing your homework helps you make a good choice. With the right care, these tortoises can be wonderful pets. FAQ What are red-footed and yellow-footed tortoises? Red-footed (Chelonoidis carbonarius) and yellow-footed (C. denticulata) tortoises are popular pets from South America. They live in places like savannahs, forest edges, and tropical forests. These places are in countries around the Amazon basin. How are red-footed and yellow-footed tortoises as pets? These tortoises are hardy, curious, and active, making them good pets. They are easy for beginners but need special care for their space and food. What are the different races or groups of red-footed tortoises? There are 5 main races of red-footed tortoises. The northern groups include the Guyanan, Panamanian, and Colombian variants. The southern groups include the Brazilian and Gran Chaco variants. What size enclosure do red-footed tortoises need? Adult red-footed tortoises need an enclosure that's about 120"x60"x36". The length should be 10 times the size of the animal, the width 5 times, and the height 3 times. The bigger the enclosure, the better. What lighting and temperature requirements do red-footed and yellow-footed tortoises have? These tortoises need UVB light for their bones to stay strong. They also need a warm spot of 85-90°F and a cooler spot of 70-75°F at night. The temperature can drop to 65°F at night with a special heat source. What is the ideal humidity for red-footed and yellow-footed tortoises? These tortoises love humidity, so it should be 60-80%. They need a deep layer of substrate that holds moisture well. What should red-footed and yellow-footed tortoises eat? They eat a mix of 75% leafy greens, 15% vegetables, 5% fruits and flowers, and 5% special tortoise food. They should get animal protein only once a week. They also need calcium and vitamin supplements. How big and how long-lived are red-footed and yellow-footed tortoises? Red-footed tortoises can grow up to 20 inches long. Yellow-footed tortoises can grow up to 37 inches. Both species can live over 50 years. What legal considerations are there for owning red-footed tortoises? Before getting a red foot tortoise, make sure it's legal in your area. Many reptiles face threats from habitat loss and trade. Where should red-footed tortoises be acquired from? Choose a red foot tortoise from a reputable source. This could be a pet store, classified ads, reptile shows, or a trusted breeder.

[multi-dimensional-turtles]

Chapter 2: Growing up

A/N: I don't like how this one turned out, but it does smooth over some inconsistencies in the comics. It's just an overview of the turtles childhood (based on my comics)

Ao3 version here

A week had passed, and Yoshi was doing his best to take care of the strange creatures. They didn’t ask to be mutated like this, someone had to care of them. He got a few books from the library, thank goodness it had a self check out so the people there wouldn’t have to see his mutated form. He picked up a book about turtles, as well as one on parenting. Could this be considered parenting? They were animals, but they acted like human children.

Lettuce was a good choice to feed turtles, so he made sure to buy some, as well as some other foods they could eat, a good mix of vegetables and meat. Leaving the turtles on their own was nerve wracking but he had no other choice. It wasn’t like he could get a babysitter. 

Unfortunately the babies were picky, and didn’t appreciate the lettuce. It didn’t help that it was a few weeks old now, luckily it wasn’t rotten. Still, they didn’t like it as much as they did at first, or maybe they were just tired of the same stuff.

The box turtle- he decided to name it Michelangelo, was refusing to eat it today. Yoshi had picked him up and was trying to hand feed him, but Mikey kept pushing it away and made a disgusted face.

“I know, I know, it’s not fresh,” he said. “We don’t have a lot of money right now, we just have to make due.” It was true that they were going to be tight on money, it wasn’t going to be easy finding a new job as he is now. 

As adorable as the babies were, Yoshi really missed his students and dojo. He had to email all the parents that there will be no lessons this week again, and possibly never again. Maybe the strange goo will wear off? Or there could be some sort of cure? Yoshi wasn’t sure, it seemed unlikely. He couldn’t go to anyone about it either, there was no police or government help. 

Even if it didn’t get him and the turtles killed, he's an immigrant and would be deported back to Japan. As much as he would love to go home, it wasn’t the same, and it definitely wasn’t safe.

Now his life here will never be the same again. Chances are he’ll never see his dojo or students, no parent would be okay with a rat sensei. To help with the money, he may have to sell it.

~~~

Selling the dojo and most items in it bought them a few months. They were able to buy some groceries, though Yoshi has been eating less to support the baby turtles. He was getting smaller too, at first he thought it was because he was skipping meals, but his height was rapidly declining. The babies also seemed to be getting bigger, perhaps it was the strange goo doing this.

He’s been reading more books on parenting and turtles, and doing his best to care for them. Unfortunately, money was still a huge problem. He couldn’t afford rent anymore, and has missed several payments. 

On a slow afternoon, while he and the turtles were napping together, a loud knocking woke him up. It certainly wasn’t a happy knock, whoever they were, they were banging against the door.

Two of the babies had been woken up as well, the sea turtle and red footed tortoise, the latter hissing. Yoshi got up and went to the door, not yet answering. He waited until he could hear footsteps walk away. When he looked through the peephole, no one was there.

He opened the door, hearing paper flutter as he did so. His shoulders dropped when he saw the eviction notice. Sighing, his eyes scanned the paper, this was coming sooner or later. He had three days to leave.

“I suppose it’s time to find a new home,” he told the turtles.

Over the next three days, he went over what he could carry. He had nowhere to go, no one to rely on, so he had to pack light. After all, he will be sleeping on the streets with four mutated creatures, he won’t be able to stay in one place for long.

He took mementos, books, pictures, and weapons he brought with him from Japan. He was still surprised he was able to get those past security, but he wasn’t about to escape unarmed. He took some clothes, food, and anything he needed and could stuff into a duffle bag and backpack.

The babies had grown quite a bit and they wouldn’t be able to fit into the pet carrier anymore. So he put them in the backpack, putting it on so the bag was against his chest. He kept the zipper open, but made sure they wouldn’t climb out.

The streets certainly weren’t luxury, they were cold thanks to the weather and disgusting. They hid during the day, and Yoshi went scavenging at night for any food. His best bets were bakeries, they tend to throw out their food at the end of the day even if it’s still good. He did his best to do so after everyone was asleep, but he got careless one night and went dumpster diving too early.

A woman saw him and screamed in horror, and as if their luck couldn’t get any worse, a policeman was nearby. Yoshi grabbed his things and the babies, making a run for it. Michelangelo stayed in his shell, something he did often whenever he got spooked. The other three peeked out of the bag, and Yoshi put an arm over it to make sure they didn’t fall out.

“Stop! Police!”

Yoshi continued to run, passing by other people. They shouted and screamed as he passed them. Someone shouted, “That way- he’s not human!”

Another shouted, “Monsters!”

Yoshi ducked into an alleyway, looking for some sort of escape. He saw a manhole cover and, with no other choice, went for it.

As the policeman who was chasing him rounded the corner, shouting for him to stop, the manhole cover was already back on and Yoshi was nowhere to be seen. “Where’d he go?” the man asked himself.

Yoshi waited quietly, trying to catch his air as he looked above. If the manhole cover even budges, he’s running. For now he must remain quiet. A few seconds passed, then a minute, everything was still.

Smiling in relief he looked down at the turtles. “Are you all okay?” The three turtles that were looking at him chirped in response. “Michelangelo?” from underneath his siblings, the youngest chirped as well. “Okay, let’s keep moving my little ones.”

They continued down the sewers, the smell was gross and Yoshi had to watch his step. Luckily there was a walkway for them, so he wasn’t wading through sewage. After hours of walking, they came across an opening. Sewage poured into a deep hole, a bridge went across from the hole and pipes ran everywhere. What was most surprising, however, was the giant tree that grew in the giant man made pit. Apples grew from it, but there was no way it was a normal apple tree. Between the cracks in the bark, faint glowing green light oozed out. As if it was mutated, just like them, that was the only way to explain it. 

There was a hole in the tree right next to the walkway. Walking closer, Yoshi could see a lot of space inside, almost as if the tree was hollow. He smiled, no one would find them here. This could be… “Home!”

~~~

Over the next few months, Yoshi would leave the tree during the night to find supplies. He would put the turtles in a box to keep them from leaving while he did, so they wouldn’t fall into the rushing water below. 

He found wood to build a walkway around the hole, and to the bridge. He grabbed any clean blankets and pillows that he was lucky enough to find. Any he found with bugs would be discarded as soon as he could.

He slept in during the mornings but made sure to be up for the day, he didn’t want the babies to be awake while he was out. He also wanted to make sure they had a proper eating schedule, feeding them the freshest food he could find. Most of the time it was stolen food, thank goodness for his ninja training so no one would see him.

Time continued to pass and the turtles became more human-like. The sea turtle was the first to walk on two legs. It was shocking, but Yoshi embraced it and helped her. The red footed tortoise, Raphael, was teething the most. Yoshi made the mistake of sleeping next to him while he was awake, and he ended up getting a hole in his ear for it. He made sure not to sleep with his ears so close to the turtles anymore.

Over the years he got them toys and books, anything to entertain them as he built their home. He carved out a staircase since there was a hole above them inside the tree, leading to a large area. He also collected furniture for the tree, the largest piece being a couch he had found thrown out.

The turtles became more human-like as they grew up. Michelangelo seemed to love drawing with crayons, and the red eared slider, Dontatello, was the first one to talk. It had shocked Yoshi when he did, he was flipping through the pages of a book he constantly wanted to be read.

Soon they were all talking, and Yoshi picked up more educational books to teach them to read, write, and do basic math. More years continued to pass and they grew older, so Yoshi needed to build them separate rooms.

There was a third space above, so that was where the turtles slept. Yoshi had built his own room outside of the tree, and had started on constructing some for the turtles when they were old enough to need their own space. The first ‘floor’ was a living room, and the second was the dining room.

It was an accident when they found out the tree generated energy, it must be because it was mutated. Yoshi brought home a lamp without thinking, and told Donnie it had to be plugged into the wall. Somehow he managed to shove it into the wall of the tree, and to their surprise, it turned on. It made things so much easier after that.

Soon the turtles got their own rooms, the first being the sea turtle. She was the oldest and the tallest, though she seemed to have more of a temper than her brothers, even the red footed tortoise at times who hissed and glared at everything.

It took awhile to connect the dots, and even then, she had to outright tell him that she wanted to be a boy. Yoshi has heard about this before, someone changing their gender, but he wasn’t very familiar with the concept. Couldn’t be weirder than being mutated into a rat and humanoid turtles.

So the oldest turtle chose his name from an old renaissance book, Leonardo. If he decides he’s not really a boy, then that’s fine, but for now Yoshi will raise him as one. After that, he seemed much happier.

As they aged, so did Yoshi. Gray started to appear in his hair, and his vision started to become bad. He has tried to find glasses that helped his vision, but it was hard to do so without going to the doctors. Who knows what would happen if he did.

Michelangelo came up with the idea of them wearing colored headbands after he had mistaken him for Raphael. Both of their shells were dark with orange spots after all, but while Raph had three dark orange spots, Mikey only had one uneven splash of light orange.

When they put on the headbands, it reminded Yoshi of his old students. He decided to train them, his martial arts is his pride so why not pass down the secrets? Besides, this world would not be kind to them, they should learn how to defend themselves.

They started off learning the moves, Yoshi turning their old room into a dojo. He made dummies and trained them with simple movements. Eventually Raph got bored with just dummies, and demanded to spar.

It was a mistake to let him, as he fought against Leo. There was a small accident where Leo kicked him too hard in the mouth, kicking out a tooth. It terrified Yoshi, seeing one of his boys hurt this badly, especially during training. It brought back awful memories of his own childhood, but he pushed them aside so he could focus on the present.

They wouldn’t be able to spar with each other for a few more years.

Before the time came, the brothers learned to use more martial arts tools and skills. Eventually they learned to climb the tree, though they only did so when their father was not home or sleeping. He didn’t like them climbing around outside the tree.

“Hurry up,” Leo whispered.

Mikey shouted as his foot slipped, but he caught himself.

Raph shouted, “Mikey if you fall, you’re never allowed up here again.”

Donnie whispered to him, “Raph if you get us caught, you’re never allowed up here again.”

When they finally got to the top, they laid against the leaves and branches. 

“Look up there!” Leo pointed, there were holds coming from the manhole cover, making rays of light shine down.

“Woah, so pretty,” Mikey gasped. Colors of all kinds came through, faint sounds of the city above following.

“Yeah, it’s great,” Donnie agreed.

“I wonder what’s up there.

Leo answered him, “A big city, remember?”

“Humans,” Raph muttered, frowning as he watched the world above carefully.

“I wish we could go up there.”

Raph sat up, “Are you crazy?! Humans are dangerous, they’re evil!”

“Nuh uh! Captain Mask is good!” Mikey argued.

“That’s a show, and that’s not what Raph meant,” Donnie told him. “I do wish we could talk to some though.”

“But we can’t ‘cause we’re different, humans hate different things, they would hurt us if they knew about us.”

“No they wouldn’t, right Leo?” Mikey asked.

“I don’t know,” Leo admitted. “Some might be good?”

“Yeah, besides, we could beat them up, dad will protect us too!” Donnie pointed out.

Mikey sat up, “Yeah! He’s super strong!”

Leo put his hands behind his head, a bad taste in his mouth. “True, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Dad says there’s always someone stronger.” Something he would never tell his brothers, was one day when he went to their fathers room early in the morning, he saw him getting dressed with his back towards the door. On his back were two giant identical scars next to each other.

[koopzilla]

"Crud."

Today, Bowser is punished for his boisterousness. More attractive than the falling flames and dashing desert dames is his heavy footfalls and grating tone.

Burning reds shrink as the shadow of the roaming dune consumes him. Desperate kicks fling sand every which way but fail to tear him from his burial. His sole saving grace is that the trap, the castle, hangs beyond him... Falling onto his back foot, Bowser recoiled his head, arms, and legs into his shell - the first tortoise-like thing he has done since his arrival to Hyrule! Its spikes are his shield.

Alas, it is a shield the molduga cared little for. It effortlessly swam beneath and flung its prey sky-high!

Bowser became the sole rock to return to the darkened heavens! Higher than the castle, higher than they had flown in the copter! Momentum flung his limbs back into the open. His head resurfaced to the worst possible scenario beneath. The molduga, in all its glory, had jumped beneath him, maw opened wide, expectant for gravity to reward it its prize. Beyond it, a captivating blue light pried sand from the desert, awaiting its own catch.

"I... DON'T GET COOKED... I DO THE COOKING!!"

At the peak, the launched spec had begun to glow bright as the crashing flames. Cornered beasts are capable of remarkable feats. His stomach grew taut, and his eyes bulged. He flipped to meet the whale head on, fangs readied as those eager to gobble him up. Claws rammed at his sides have him diving as quickly as a future hero of legend!

RAWWWWWRGHHH!

Their collision was a fiery explosion! All that the king was had been shot in one monstrous ball of flame, one which ignited the molduga and repelled it backward into binding light! Rather than fall to its failure, the monster lay suspended in mid-air, consumed by the tractor beam beneath the castle - caught, just as Bowser had promised.

Such sudden demand and close proximity came with a mighty cost. The explosion had launched the Koopa King even higher in the opposite direction! His spiraling trajectory demonstrated no control. He is plummeting and despite a bed of sand waiting below, landing promises extensive injury...!

A fleeting glance over her shoulder widened a cheeky smirk. Unused to the desert sands shifting underfoot, most struggled to traverse the ever-shifting grains with the same grace and speed that the desert warriors could. From the time the could walk, Gerudo women trained on these sands and, thus, could walk, sprint, run, and leap as accurately and powerfully as the best could on more solid ground. She did not blame the Koopa King for his eventual decision to hang back, then; with Nabooru's speed and experience with the beast, baiting it from its safe haven from the ground would take no time at all. A trickier feat with the falling meteors, but not impossible, a sentiment proven when the Molduga finally got a beat on her.

Nabooru barreled headlong toward the beast racing straight for her. Closer and closer the cloud of sand rushed toward her, the Gerudo ready to meet it head on. Two hundred meters. One hundred fifty. One hundred meters. A sudden burst of agility and laughter at the unnecessary order (she knew that she was doing!) and she broke to the left at the last possible second, feet carrying her with the ease and speed of the wind over the sands. However, instead of the burst of sand and the roar of the Molduga as it sprang into the sky, it surged past her.

Heading straight for the Koopa King instead. The Molduga took more interest in his bellowed command over her footfalls.

She cursed under her breath and adjusted her course again, bolting after the Molduga as fast as her feet would carry her. "Bowser! Watch out! " she screamed, pointlessly; he had eyes after all, and a Molduga burrowing toward someone was hard to miss.

The gears turned in her head as she pushed her legs to carry her faster, to catch up to the beast. She either needed to shift its attention back to her or...or she would have to try and use her spirit magic to make the Molduga or Bowser intangible. Which typically meant needing physical contact. And while she gained ground on the Molduga, would it be before the beast could make a meal of the Koopa?

Could she cast her magic from afar? She might just have to try if Bowser couldn't manage to avoid the hungry maw of the Molduga on his own.

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Future Mikey back in time

cus I'm still on about it and have another version for it so far so here are mainly stuff that happened during it so far...I'm always up for questions/suggestions/ideas to implement! Either one day I write it or try drawing it...but writing seems more possible for me hehehe...anyway!

Michelangelo after using all his mystic powers to open the portal , somehow ends up going back in time himself

Yet its not with his own body, no, his energy and soul ends up in the Mikey from that time, and it ends up in a dormant state

Mikey during the following months starts getting nightmares of Michelangelo's future/past and his mystic powers getting stronger each passing day

At first Mikey hides it from everyone but after a sudden surge of the mystic making his arms hurt a lot, he admits to his family that he seemed to not be able to control it

Mikey soon starts getting lessons from Draxum

A few weeks after Mikey starts that, the boys get into a fight with a new mutant villain that can control plants (its a sort of butterfly mutant) 

During one of the attacks, Mikey gets thrown against a wall and gets knocked out for a few seconds

Its during that time that Michelangelo finally wakes up, opening the eyes of the body he was in, only to groan in pain 

Michelangelo during all that time had been awake and knew what was going on, if anything he feared that the body he was inside wouldn't be able to control more of the mystic power.

So while he gets help from Leo to stand up, Michelangelo decided to use his mystic powers to put a stop to the mutant.

Of course he uses them flawlessly but at the same time he had meant to do that to try and …

Michelangelo tries to stop existing, he was aware that he couldn't be a part of his younger self, it was unnatural, not how it should go.

If anything, he was pleased during those months to have been able to see Casey again, starting a new life as a normal teenager should….or as normal as someone with PTSD from an Apocalypse could be

And...he was glad to see the rest of his family, he really was, if anything he wished his Leonardo could see all of this.

The body he is in, suddenly starts to lose consciousness and he can feel part of the mystic power go out of it, at least with that Mikey will be able to slowly be able to control the mystic powers instead of being some kind of ticking time bomb because of Michelangelo.

The body faints once more and this time Mikey doesn't wake up after three days.

Michelangelo had thought that he would finally reunite with his family but instead he wakes up with a startle, coughing out water and feeling his whole body in pain and hard to move.

He questions himself if death is supposed to feel like that but once he opens his eyes, he is met with a pair of heterochromatic eyes that have tears in them.

"THANK THE ALL MIGHTY YOU ARE ALIVE MY CHILD!" The loud voice makes Michelangelo whine softly and he can hear the person holding him gasp and whisper 'sorry' before cradling him close to a chest.

And that was the first time Michelangelo met Yua ('binding love and affection') , a witch-yokai that had been experimenting for decades in the hope of being able to make a child of her own

So sue her, she might or might not have stolen Baron Draxum's idea(or papers, you can’t prove anything, everything exploded that time...she might or might not have also something to do with the lab destruction... Again, no evidence found) of super soldiers mutant and instead of soldiers, just trying to make a family for her own to raise.

Of course she wasn't really an expert or knew what was missing, but she had ended up successfully being able to create a mutant child, a Red Footed Tortoise type.

Sadly the poor thing didn't seem to have a conscious of himself and even seemed to be in a vegetable state, yet Yua refused to exterminate him, he was the first to  survive of many other types she had tried before.

So after 10 years of taking care of the body of her child (making sure of taking him out of the magic filled tank she would put him in to help with keeping his body stable, to move his limbs and exercise them) the moment she didn't think would happened, happened and that was the awakening of her child.

Of course she had been worried, she hadn't even attached the breathing gas before he took a deep breath and started to choke.

So that's how it had happened and Michelangelo or Asahi/Nikkō( 'sunlight'/'sunshine') was once more living and in a new body at that. 

He isn't sure how to feel about this second? Third? Chance in living but he guessed that he had to keep his family waiting for him for a bit longer, because he wasn't about to leave his new mom alone...stars, she was a mess and she needed him.

Nikko has to admit, the first few months he starts living with her are a bit hard on his poor body, after all, the muscles weren't fully there yet and as much as Yua copy Draxum's notes, she didn't exactly make a super soldier, sure, his body is regenerating but is not as fast as if he had been in his old body, still he is happy to slowly start moving or crawling around the first few months

And speaking! Its hard because again, this body didn't have the chance to speak during those 10 years

Its after a year of rehabilitation, love and dedication from Yua that Nikko(Michelangelo) can walk a certain amount(with help of a cane) and talk 

And Nikko has to admit, Yua is the best parent he has met in all his life...well Splinter was a good parent too but...not good good, if he had to be honest.

Yua is from Japan but moved to the hidden city many decades ago .Why? Because she just got bored and wanted a new change in her life...and maybe because she had done something that had her kicked out of her Clan.

Nikko tries to ask about the Family, Clan, but he can tell that it is some kind of a sore spot for his mom, so he instead enjoys listening to her when she talks about other stuff.

Imma keep writing more but honestly I would love more ideas! Also sorry if some phrases sound weird, I talk more in Spanish than in English, so my mind just translates some stuff weird lol

[ivynajspyder]

Ranking bites from my various pets

At least the ones I’ve actually been bitten by, which is quite a few.

Axolotls - 0 out of 10

No teeth, but plenty of determination. They will gum your fingers viciously and never learn they can't swallow them.

The rest under the cut!

Ball Pythons - 2 out of 10

More inconvenient than painful, especially when you're trying to get ready for work and they won't let go. Some bleeding, no scarring.

Did you know they have two rows of teeth? Because they do.

Leopard geckos - 4 out of 10

For being tiny guys they have some strong jaws. They don’t typically bite intentionally, but they can mistake a finger for a tasty worm and bite off a piece. So far they haven't developed a taste for human flesh but...

Red Footed Tortoise - 3 out of 10

She is only that high because of how persistent she is in her decade long quest to consume my toes and fingers. I've only been nipped once (as she is very easy to avoid) but I am convinced if I ever die in my home she will be the first in line to eat my corpse. (And she will outlive me.)

Blue Tongued Skink - 5 out of 10

Loves to bite, and has bit hard enough to leave teeth behind. One time I knew he was sick mainly because he wasn't trying to bite me.

Prehensile-Tailed Skinks - 5 out of 10

They haven't broken skin but I can feel the force through thick gloves, and they bite a lot. I've seen their teeth and it looks like an urgent care visit waiting to happen. Thankfully most bites seem to be bluffs.

Argentine Black and White Tegu - 8 out of 10

I may as well have a pet alligator. Will bite and bite HARD and hang on. Has broken skin through clothing.

THIS BITCH - 10 out of 10

Fucking hell she bit me by ACCIDENT and I have never bled so much except for the time I mangled my fingers in a router. She’s also taken on my parent’s 100lb mastiff twice and come away with barely a scratch. She’s lucky she's so cute.

Honorary mention:

Hermit crabs - 6 out of 10

Pinching instead of biting. I have some BIG OL CRABBIES and the level of force they can apply is intense.

[foxyk7]

was planing on doing this for a time now.

the names I gave to the animals I took care off are Fiel (hawk), Lulu (red-footed tortoise), snowball/bola de neve (rabbit), there was a little dog than was mix of a pit-bull terrier with a mutt too, her name was Luna (we gave her away to a better family, we didn’t have time and money to take care of her. She was very lovely and shy too uwu). There’s also a few bird I took care too but the most recent one was Calamity it was a cub of a Columbina talpacoti (I had to do a lot of researcher to be sure it was the right one). I currently have just two dog than are my babe girls Belinha (6-7 year old) and Amora (3-4 year old I guess), I also have two bee hives of jandaíras or Melipona interrupta.

[eykismyfav]

The Fox and The Hound

Requested: Yes! Anon

Request: Hallo, can I request Erik x F!reader who is the right hand man to the Kaiser, where she helps him with business, assassinations and things like that and is also part of the Shepherd’s flock? Also can her and Erik already be dating? Thank you:)

Genre: Fluff mostly

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Rasputin Slander because that is what he deserves.

Pairing: Erik Jan Hanussen x Fem!Flock Member!reader 

Characters: Erik, The Flock, Kaiser Wilhelm

Authors note: First and foremost I do not condone the actions of this character nor the person he is inspired by he was a terrible person and I recognise that. I’m sorry I just look this man up he was a jewish hypnotist that is all. I hope this was what you were looking for.

Kingsman Requests are Open

Word Count: 1.2k+

The King’s Man Masterlist

Leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed you wait rather impatiently for the arrival of the whore of Russia Rasputin.

“My shepherd! I have a faberge egg made especially for you, and look inside a little replica of Angus, your favorite goat.” Rasputin announces .

“You're late,” The Shepherd pauses, still having his back facing the table. “Take a seat.” His voice is low and commanding as he orders Rasputin. “What is trust hmm. Trust is having confidence in the honesty of another.” As he speaks you listen with feigned disinterest. “That! Will be our weapon to change the world.” You feel a smile tugging on your lips liking what he was saying. “Who do I trust? Animals. They never let me down and they follow my commands blindly. The question I now have is can I trust you to behave like them? Open the boxes in front of you.” You excitedly open the small red box that was placed before you revealing a gold ring with a black circle which had the silhouette of a fox in the center. “These rings will be the symbol of membership to my flock...put them on and you will share in our successes. But! Break my trust and inside you will find my final gift to you.” Opening the ring you find a white tablet that smells of almonds. It was cyanide. With that you confidently slide the ring onto your pinky.

“A tortoise? Am I not worthy of a better animal?” Rasputin asks to which you roll your eyes.

“Rasputin I have a bear. I will happily exchange it with you.” The man sat beside him, Gavrilo says. You frown at Princip tapping your foot against his foot drawing his attention to you shaking your head no telling him silently not to trade. 

“Yes Princip! I will be the great bear of Russia!” Rasputin boasts proudly before you can open your mouth.

“Take what you believe is yours...and by all means treat our Shepherd with the same respect you hold for that joke of a man who calls himself your Czar.” Erik adds more fuel to the fire.

“Go ahead Rasputin...take it I dare you.” The woman beside you Mata chides maliciously.

“I think a tortoise is a rather fitting animal for you Rasputin.” You grin sweetly. “Slow and useless.”

“Oh and what animal did you get? A snake?” Rasputin growls

“A fox. Sly and cunning.” You smirk before turning to The Shepherd. “Thank you my Shepherd.” You nod to the man fluttering your eyelashes softly.

“No. No Mata, Y/N, and Erik we are a team...and Rasputin here,” He chuckles and approaches Angus with even strides. “is like my beloved Angus. ALWAYS BUTTING...and fucking.” He almost whispers the last part patting the goats head lightly. You watch with a slight scowl as the man draws his sword slitting the goats throat. “BUT! DO NOT MISTAKE FONDNESS FOR WEAKNESS YOU LATE! RUSSIAN! FUCKSTICK!” The Shepherd shouts approaching Rasputin with his drawn sword. 

“As everybody knows. The tortoise eventually wins the race.” Rasputin remarks, finally sliding the ring on. Glaring daggers at you which you just smile and wave off. 

“Everyone is replaceable Rasputin, even you.” You whisper venom leaking from each word. A hand suddenly comes to rest on your shoulder. Turning you find the Shepherd. 

“Careful my sly fox...Rasputin is on our side.” He whispers to you.

“Regrettably so. I am aware.” You smirk up at the man. He gives you a light grin before patting your back and returning to his seat.

“Now. My spy or should I say my mole in the british informs me that Kitchener is concerned for the safety of the Archduke Ferdinand. Princip? My wee Bear, are you ready to prove Kitchener’s concerns are justified?”  The Shepherd asks with a smirk.

“Yes I am my Shepherd, and I will not let you down.”

“Damn. Fucking. Right.”

You stand across the table from Erik waiting impatiently again this time for Kaiser Wilhelm to read the letter from King George. 

“Erik I am bored!” You whine fiddling with one of your throwing daggers. 

“Hmm...” Was all the response you got from Erik who didn’t even look up from his papers.

“Erik?!” You groan trying again to get his attention. No response. “Erik!” Still no response. “ERIK!” You shout throwing the dagger at him. Without so much as looking up the smug bastard caught the weapon.

“Yes my dear?” He was looking up at you after setting the blade down.

“You are unbelievable!” You sigh, pouting slightly at your partner who just smirks in reply.

“ERIK! Y/N!” Kaiser yells as he walks into the room causing you to stand up straighter but still far more relaxed then Erik.

“My Kaiser? What seems to be the problem?” You ask innocently approaching the agitated man resting one of your hands on his shoulder while Erik approaches his other side.

“Restraint is a virtue. Remember your duty.” Kaiser reads from the letter in his hand. “His majesty, my cousin the king of England strongly suggests...” He pauses for a moment, taking a breath and slamming the letter onto the table, “we do nothing!” He says pulling away from you and retreating away from the table ever so slightly. The room is silent as you and Erik make eye contact  and nod this was all going according to plan.

“Remember how Prince George used to enjoy it when your english mother and her english doctors would tortured you...” Erik began.

“George would tease you about deformities.” You continue lightly touching Kaiser's weaker arm with feigned sympathy in your eyes.

“Yeah...yeah” Kaiser says with a shrug, not breaking eye contact with you. 

“And don’t forget that snickering at his side was your little Russian cousin Czar Nicholas.” Erik added walking around the man to join you at your side. “The world will laugh at you for not keeping your word and standing by the austrians.”

“Ignore the English King!” You emphasize.

“Tell George to mind his own business Ya.” Kaiser finally decides. 

“Of course my Kaiser.” You mutter with a sly smirk. You smile as he starts laughing, hitting Erik’s chest. 

“If I want a war then I will have it!”

“Rasputin is dead.” Erik informs you as he unbuttons his jacket looking at you through the reflection in the mirror he was facing. You were presently laying on the bed on your stomach facing the end of the bed in your nightgown.

“Ugh about time!” You exclaim rolling onto your back. “I wish I had gotten to kill him.” You pout at the thought.

“My love there are plenty more men like him to kill out there I promise.” He chuckles lightly putting on his sleep shirt, walking over to you and giving you a light kiss. 

“I love you Erik!” You giggle gleefully at the affection.

“I love you too my dear.” He grins down at you. 

“Erik, if the Shepherd's plan goes to hell and let’s be honest it is more a question of when rather than if...you have your own plan right?” You ask Erik one night sitting in bed with your head resting on his chest.

“My sly little fox of course I have a plan.” He whispers to you lightly kissing your forehead.

“Well you are far less loyal than most would assume a dog to be.” You giggle.

“I am loyal to you, am I not?”

“Yes...Yes you are my loyal hound.” You mutter kissing him gently.

Kingsman Taglist - @nik2write @registerednursejackie

[txemrn]

Thanks for the tag, @ao719 and @sfb123! 💜

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Misery (TNA/smidge LOA crossover)

A soft silver glow from a muted television illuminates the darkened master suite; shadows of shifting shapes cast a dance across the floor, resting into tender cascades of waves across the unmade bed. As his wife savors a hot shower and a much-needed minute alone, Sam Dalton basks in a tender moment of precious tranquility: rocking his three-month-old daughter Ellery to sleep. Holding her protectively close to his bare chest, he casually shifts his weight from one foot to the other, quietly humming along with her sleeping coos.

Gingerly swaying in a circle, a sudden flash of colors from the nightly news report catches Sam's attention:

Top New York Attorney Indicted for Tampering with Evidence. 

Sam carefully lays Ellery in her bassinet, hastily returning to the news segment. He grabs the remote as he eases onto the tufted bench at the end of the bed. 

Furrowing his brow, he instantly recognizes the older, dignified woman in the Breaking News footage. He'd know that blood-red pout and those perfectly groomed silver tresses anywhere; but, her typical tailored Chanel suit isn't paired with her usual pearls, rather a new set of jewelry: shiny handcuffs.

"Sadie."

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Boughs & Mockingbirds, Ch 7 (TRR)

While Riley leans against the crystalline marble counter in their master bathroom, Liam continues to tenderly cup her cheek, inspecting her blotchy, pink nose one more time. “Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital? You--you’re alright?” His genuine concern saturates his words, his worrisome gaze locked into her deep blues. 

Riley nuzzles her cheek lovingly into Liam’s hand; her eyes flutter close, relishing the comfort of his touch. Her soft, full lips graze his thumb.  She tenderly rests the palm of her hand on the back of his, lacing her fingers with his. Looking back up at him, she offers a reassuring smile, nodding. 

“I’m okay,” she whispers, squeezing his hand. Liam gently grips her slender fingers in response, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

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Tabloids, part 3 ( TNA)

“Hi--excuse me?” Brynn gently knocks her knuckles on the rustic front desk in hopes of getting the secretary’s attention away from her computer screen.

The fiery-redhead snaps her gum, turning her attention to an out-of-breath, impatient Brynn. Lowering her leopard-print readers, she soaks in Brynn’s disheveled appearance from head-to-toe.  With disdain in her voice, the woman clears her throat. “Can I help you?” 

Brynn plasters on a brilliant smile. “Yes--yes, please--” Brynn attempts to slow down her breathing. “My name is Brynn Schuyler--” she inhales deeply, “--I’m Mason Dalton’s nanny--”

“Oh!” the secretary interrupts, her words dripping with sardonic amusement. “So, you’re the nanny.”

Brynn stiffens her lip, pushing a wayward piece of hair behind her ear. “Yes,” she clears her throat, becoming more confident in her speaking, “yes, I am. And the headmaster contacted me personally to--”

“Brynn?” A familiar, tearful voice calls innocently from the corner of the room. Holding his broken tortoise-shell glasses, Mason presses an ice pack to his freshly-bruised eye as he slumps in defeat in his chair.

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Old Habits, part 2 (TNA)

“Baby?” His speech sounds robotic, warped as if traveling through a tunnel. “Baby, can you hear me?” 

Brynn rapidly shakes her head, gripping tighter onto her husband’s arms to regain her strength.  Sam urgently slinks his arm around her waist, cradling her head in his other steady hand. Feeling more stable, Brynn’s eyes flutter open, being met with the once-comforting chocolatey brown gaze of her husband.

“Brynn? Baby?” Sam concernly embraces her tightly, bringing her forehead to his lips.

Looking away, she places her hands on his chest, pushing herself away from him. “I--I’m fine,” she stutters, catching her breath. She breaks free from his embrace. “I--I need to--” she stumbles away from his reach. “I need air.”

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Pairing: Hawks x Reader Warnings: NSFW, Apocalypse AU Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4489 A/N: So excited to share with you all my contribution to this month’s bnharem smut server collaboration. I would like to give a big thanks to @candychronicles​ for beta reading this and to @hisoknen​ for introducing me to Fotor. My banner looks so much better now thanks to you. Don’t forget to check out everyone else’s stories here!

If there’s one thing you miss most about the old world it’s the color green. The bright green of trees in the summer, the soft grass you would run through barefoot, the small insects that blend in so well with their surroundings. You haven’t seen any of that in ages. As you run through the woods, all you can see is brown. The moss patterns snaking their way up tree trunks have all disappeared. Dead leaves crunch under your heavy boots and the trees around you are so dry they could catch fire in an instant.

You stop to catch your breath. How long have you been running? Two miles? You’re not sure if you lost the raiders or not. What you do know is that you’re alone, you don’t have much food and if you don’t find a good source of water soon, the oozing cut on your leg will become infected.

You find a tree stump to rest on and take a swig out of your canteen. You’re tired. Your body has never ached this much before. Every muscle is pounding, every crevasse uges to be stretched. As you try to move your left leg, you can’t help but hold back tears. It stings too much. You take the bandana out of your hair and tightly tie it around the slice in your leg. You take a safety pin out of your backpack and secure the cloth. It’s not much, but it will keep pressure on the wound until you can find something to patch it up. You might need to raid someone’s campsite to find a bandage. The thought sickens you. You hate associating yourself with them.

You were the medic of your team, the keeper of all the medicine, bandages and any antiseptic wipes that you came across. Your team members would do the hunting and the raiding and they would come back to base each with an arm full of food and supplies for the lot of you.

Then they started dropping like flies. One of them got sick and wouldn’t get better. Another got an infection that you couldn’t get rid of. You still beat yourself up for his death every time you think about him. One of your teammates went hunting and never came back. Pretty soon it was just you and your team leader. You stayed together for a week. She taught you how to hunt and you taught her what plants were edible and which ones could be used for healing. Then the raiders came and now it is just you.

You close your backpack and stand up. Nothing good will come out of sulking, so you might as well try and make a move on.

As the sun sets, the fiery orange colors swarm across the sky. The moon rises up and slowly comes into view. At least that’s one thing that’s the same from the old world.

Without the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you can feel the stinging of the cut on your leg even more. You limp through the woods at the pace of a tortoise for what feels like hours.

The only food in your backpack is a can of fruit salad leftover from an abandoned grocery store raid. It’s something, but it wouldn’t be enough to subside the growling in your stomach.

A light catches your eye. Smoke rises from the top of the trees. You could go over there and see how many people there are. If there’s only one you might be able to take them on. Two or more could end in a disaster, but if you have the slightest chance of making it out with gauze and a hunk of meat roasted over the fire you might be able to survive the night.

Your eyes squint and you walk forward, trying to get a closer look. You are off your guard when you feel something tug around your ankle and hoist you into the air. You can’t help but let out a small shriek. You are quick to cover your mouth with your hand but you are very much aware that the noise alerted the people near the fire.

“Well well well,” a voice from below you sang. “Looks like I caught a little dove.”

The rope around your ankle is tight. You feel your foot starting to grow numb as the person from below lowers the trap, setting you free.

“Who are you?” You fiddle with the rope but the knot is too tight.

“Allow me.” You look up at the person, the man standing in front of you. He takes out a large swiss army knife and opens the blade. He saws through the rope, careful not to cut you. “Sorry about that,” he says when it’s finally off. “People don’t usually come around here so I’ve never gotten anyone hung up on these bigger traps.”

He extends a hand out for you and you take a moment to study his features. He has messy ash blonde hair that is slightly overgrown. His toned muscles are enunciated by the fact that he is only wearing an undershirt.

You grab his big, slightly sweaty hand and stumble up from the ground.

“Whoa easy there.” His friendly tone of voice hits differently than the other people you have come across throughout your nomadic travels. It’s very soothing, trustworthy. And that makes you worry all the more.

“What do you want from me?” you ask.

The man eyes you up and down. His gaze makes you feel uncomfortable, like he’s eating you up with his eyes.

“What happened there?” He points to your leg and the blood soaked bandana that has begun sliding down to your ankle.

“Raiders.” A one word response that everyone knew meant trouble. “Now answer my question. What do you want from me?” Your voice is sturdy and, in your opinion, threatening.

But the man just laughs. “Trust me, dove. There isn’t much I want from you.” He begins walking back towards his camp site. You watch as he leaves but he stops in his tracks. “Coming?”

--

The man’s campsite was small. A red pickup truck is parked at one end of the clearing. It doesn’t look like it runs anymore. Mud and dirt have been spread along its side to cover up its bright hue.

“So,” the man asks. “Do you have a name?” He is fiddling with the contents in a small lock box as he speaks.

“I’m,” you seath as the pain from your leg begins to get to you. “(Y/n).”

“That’s a pretty name,” the man says. “I’m Keigo. So, (Y/n). Let’s get that cut cleaned up.”

You are confused. People in this day and age aren’t usually nice, especially to stragglers like yourself. “What are you doing?” you ask when you see him come over to you with a cloth soaked in some substance. You pull your leg back out of instinct but your breath hitches again when the stinging returns.

“It’s just an antiseptic,” he says while putting his arms up in defense. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Cautiously, you scooch over to him and rest your leg on a small tree stump.

Keigo slowly pulls his arms back down and kneels on the ground, taking your leg in his firm hand. His hand is warm. It’s big, much bigger than yours, but it has a gentle touch that calms you down as he presses the cloth to your wound.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the stinging.

“Sh sh sh I’m sorry. I know it stings.” He extends a hand out for you to grasp and you squeeze it as he continues wiping the dry blood off of your leg.

It isn’t long before your leg is bandaged up tightly, keeping pressure on the gauze underneath.

“That should hold for a while.” Keigo smiles down at his work and you can’t help but find it a little bit arrogant.

“How did you even get your hands on antiseptic? I was like the medic of my group and we could never find anything more than those shitty wipes during grocery store and pharmacy raids.”

Keigo looks at you with a smirk lacing his face. His friendly eyes are replaced with dangerous ones, ones that cause a hot pit to form in your stomach and travel lower, below your belt. “Let’s just say I have a few dirty tricks up my sleeve.”

“S-so you’re a raider,” you stutter. “You stole that bottle from another person.”

He chuckles slightly and the sound causes goosebumps to run up your spine. “Not exactly, it’s a lot more complicated than that, but believe what you will. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You’re confused, somewhat afraid, and slightly turned on by the deepness of his voice and the vibrations emanating from his laugh.

“You should stay for dinner,” he says, voice returning to the cheerful and almost goofy tone it had before.

You hesitate, but your stomach growls as if on cue and you spot the piece of meat Keigo has laid out to place over the fire. You let out a huff. “Why not.”

--

Keigo has cut the piece of meat in half. He places it on a hard plastic plate and slides it over to you. It’s juicy but bland. Still, you’re grateful to have a hot meal instead of having to gather berries and edible flowers.

“Is it good?” Keigo asks.

You nod your head, face stuffed full. “Yeah. I haven’t had chicken in so long.”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You can’t help but laugh at the fake shocked expression gracing Keigo’s face.

“How did you even catch a chicken? They usually aren’t wandering around in the middle of the woods.”

“Neither are damsels in distress like yourself.” The sly smirk on Keigo’s face causes knots to form in your stomach as a wave of embarrassment washes over you.

“I wouldn’t say I’m a damsel in distress,” you mumble. Your head is turned in the other direction as you try to avoid eye contact.

Keigo raises his eyebrows and chuckles. “Oh yeah? Tell me, how did you get out of that trap earlier? Oh, and who bandaged up your bloody calf and squeezed your hand when the pain was too much to bear?”

“Shut up.” You lean over to playfully shove him, but in the process you fall off the stump you were sitting on. Your butt hits the ground with a thud.

Keigo laughs and extends a hand for you to take.

You reach for it, but as soon as he pulls you up he has yanked you over to him. You are now sitting on his lap and your spine can’t help but shiver as his big calloused yet comforting hands drag up and down your exposed arms.

“Poor clumsy thing,” Keigo says, a darker tone taking over his voice. He continues to warm you up.

You can feel his hot breath tickle the back of your neck as he moves his hands up to your shoulder blades.

“You don’t do much fighting do you?” he asks. His thumbs methodically move to work the knots out of your shoulders.

“I–” You have to recollect your thoughts and focus on anything other than his hands and the magic they’re working. “I told you I was the medic of my group. I, ah, I spent a lot of time treating hunting wounds.”

“So you’re hunched over someone’s broken body all day.” He stops using his thumbs to attack your shoulders and moves to using his knuckles and fists. “I can see why you have all these knots then.”

You can’t help but contract your body forward as he moves his hands down your lower back. You let out an involuntarily breathy moan at his actions.

Keigo chuckles, leaning his mouth in the crook of your neck. “You know your skin is really soft,” he mumbles.

You bark out a laugh. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re going to make a skin suit out of me.”

He laughs too and he gives your sides a slight squeeze.

You turn and look at the ash blonde man. He weaves his fingers in his hair and looks back at you with a devilish smirk. He’s beautiful, one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen. And he’s touching you. His hands are groping your shoulders and your sides. You want them to travel all over you, from the plushness of your ass to the valley between your breasts.

You’re taken out of your thoughts when you feel something warm on your lips. Him. His lips crash into yours. It takes a moment for you to recognize your surroundings, what’s going on. His lips are dry and slightly cracked from the heat but you don’t mind.

Without removing your lips from his, you shift to a more comfortable position and Keigo is quick to continue roaming his hands all over you. He grabs your ass with one and tangles the other in your hair. When he pulls, you let out a gasp and he bites your lip, a low growl escaping his throat.

Tears pick in the corner of your eyes as the sensitive skin grows hot.

Keigo wipes them away with his thumbs. “I guess little doves don’t like teeth.” He picks up your arms and lazily wraps them around his neck. You clasp them together and adjust your position on his lap. “So tell me, dove. What kind of things do you like?”

Your face is hot. You wish you could smooth that feeling back but you can’t move under his gaze.

“What’s the matter?” he asks with that dark, sultry voice. “Cat got your tongue? I hear they prey on little birdies like you.”

You whimper slightly. There is so much you want to say to him but the heat pooling in your abdomen and the fluids leaking into your panties distract from any thoughts. Instead, you tangle your hands into his thick hair. It’s a bit greasy but so is yours. You don’t mind. You tug on a lock and grind your hips forward. You can feel the strain of his cock press onto your clothed folds, already soaked with anticipation.

“Someone’s a bit needy today aren’t we,” Keigo says. He takes one of his thumbs and puts it in your mouth. “Suck.”

His demand leaves you weak in the knees. You comply and begin sucking tightly on his thumb. Your tongue wraps around it and the bitter flavor is quick to take over your tastebuds.

As you suck on his thumb, Keigo moves his free hand up your tank top. He grabs one of your breasts and snakes his fingers underneath your bra to stroke your nipple.

You gasp as a shock of cold wind brushes past them. The bud becomes stiff and Keigo rolls the peak between his fingers.

“Are you gonna just sit there, or are you going to put that mouth to work?”

You blush and go back to sucking on his thumb. You lick a long stripe up the pad of his finger as he fondles your breast.

He slides his one hand around your chest and you hear the click of bra clasps becoming undone. The bra slides down your arms and you chuck it to the side.

Keigo takes his thumb out of your mouth and slides his other hand under your shirt. He thumbs over the sensitive skin of your nipple. “You know, you have a nice rack,” he says. “The perfect size, really.” He lifts your shirt up so he can see you in full. He traces his fingers over every scar and blemish you have gotten over the years of hiding and raiding and trying your hardest to put up a fight.

He leans in to press his mouth against your breast. He kisses between them and works his way down past the scars and scrapes to the waistband of your pants.

“Wait.” Your hands move to grab his wrist. “Is there, I don’t know, anywhere more comfortable where we could do this?”

Keigo looks around at the ground covered with dead leaves and miscellaneous supplies he’s tossed around. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize little birdies like you need to be pampered.”

The tease in his voice nips at you like ice and you can’t help but feel even more overheated than you already are. “Little birdies have fragile bones,” you retort.

The wicked grin on his face widdens and he chuckles into your neck, nipping it and taking you off guard.

He slides his arms under you and hoists you up. He turns around so you can’t see where he’s walking but your legs wrap around him, clinging like a koala.

Keigo jumps up onto something. He sets you down and you can see that you’re now standing in the bed of the truck. An open sleeping bag lies over a busted up looking mattress. You can’t help but smile at the thought of laying in a bed for once, be that a broken mattress with springs poking out the sides.

You’re taken out of your thoughts when you feel Keigo’s arm snake around you, pulling you close. You move your arms up and cup his cheek.

He leans in and kisses you again, this time with more force like a wild beast devouring its prey.

Your hands trail up his stomach under his shirt. Your fingers dance as they caress every one of his muscles. You are eager to rip the tight black t-shirt off of him and he can tell. As your fingernails rake their way down his back, Keigo lets go of your lips to pull off his shirt. In the split second he was off of your lips, you could see something red across his back. A tattoo maybe. You couldn’t make out what it was but it fades in your mind all together when he leans his mouth down to suck on the stiff peaks of your nipples.

He makes sure to give them equal attention before yet again trailing his way down your stomach with soft and sweet kisses. As he pushes you back with a gentle touch, you fall back onto the busted mattress. A loud creaking noise emanates from the truck bed but Keigo doesn’t seem to notice. He resumes his position between your legs. His fingers masterfully undo the button of your jeans and slide them down your legs.

You have never felt this exposed. Sure you’ve been naked with other people before but never in the woods where anyone could come across you at any moment, be that a raider or a hunter or someone trying to escape just like yourself. Still, every time you look down your stomach and meet Keigo’s gaze, you melt into butter and slip out of your worries.

“Now tell me,” Keigo said, beginning to drag your panties down. You stay connected to them with a thin strand of your own slick. “What do little birdies taste like?”

This is wrong. You’ve just met this guy. He’s a complete stranger. You don’t know who he is or what kind of person he was in the old world. You don’t know whether or not he is the type of person to make you chicken soup when you’ve come down with a cold or let you borrow a cup of sugar when you’re short when making a recipe. In the old world you would have never fucked a stranger after only knowing them a few hours. It’s all so foreign to you.

But this isn’t the old world and the way that Keigo growls just at the sight of your sopping cunt has your eyes near rolling into the back of your skull.

Keigo has pulled your panties down to your ankles. He chucks them aside before taking you in. Your hair is sprawled out against the creaking mattress. He has barely touched you yet you look like you’re on ecstasy. He wastes no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders. He can’t help but feel prideful in the way you gasp at his rough movements.

You squirm underneath him as you feel Keigo drag the bridge of his nose across your opening to your delicate clit. The warmth of his tongue drags across and you let out a loud moan.

His fingers pinch your tender clit and you buck your hips forward against his soft lips. Keigo wastes no time in feasting on you. After all, you’ve proven to be quite the needy little dove.

Keigo prods and sucks at your clit. He sticks two of his fingers in and flicks them upward at a teasing pace. He chuckles at the sight of you thrashing and bucking your hips against him.

Every time you open your eyes to look at him, heat rises to your cheeks and you force yourself to look away.

He’s done this before. He knows his way around a pussy. From the way he dips his hot tongue into your slick walls and massages your clit with wet fingers, it isn’t long before the tethered cord within you snaps and you spray your juices against his fingers and against his face.

“Too much,” you said, placing a shaky hand on his bicep.

Keigo looks into your eyes. The darkened look he has shows that he could eat you without hesitation. He looks like he is ready to pounce. Instead, he takes the fingers covered in your juices and sticks them in his mouth. He runs his tongue between them and nearly sucks them dry.

You are still quivering below him, twitching from the lasting effects of your orgasm.

“Delicious,” he says, releasing his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop.

Your heart rate begins to slow. You sit up, although your muscles have a slight ache as you do so.

“Are you ready?”

Your mellow eyes meet Keigo’s feral ones. In the time it had taken you to sit up, he had stripped away his pants leaving him in just his briefs. The prominent tent below is what catches your eye. His hard on is begging to be let free. You tenderly lift your hand up and rub over his clothed crotch. The deep inhale he takes followed by a low growl makes your insides melt.

Keigo pulls at the waistband of his briefs, letting his hardened cock spring free. He steps out of them and thrusts his pelvis towards your face. His shaft slaps against your cheek and you take his hint.

Your hand wraps around his shaft and pumps against it a few times. Your thumb smooths over the tip and tongue tentatively licks the drops of precum that leak out. It’s salty and the sweetness comes from seeing the way Keigo melts as soon as your tongue glides against his length.

“That’s a good little dove.” His fingers tangle in your hair and his hand pushes you forward, forcing you to take his length in your mouth.

You grip onto the back of his thighs to balance yourself. Heat rises to your cheeks as it dawns on you how intimate you are being with him. His hand pulls on your hair as your mouth works wonders on him. His balls slap against your chin and you can’t help but let out a moan, the vibrations from your mouth work their way to his core.

You cup his balls as you try and milk him for all he’s worth. You give them a gentle little squeeze and his knees buckle. He tightens the grip on your hair to catch himself from falling.

Before he can cum, he pulls out of your mouth. Droplets of your spit fall from your lips. A strand of saliva that still connects you to his dick breaks off.

Facing away from you, Keigo strokes himself a couple times. “Why don’t you lean back,” he suggests.

You follow his orders and lie down on the mattress. The springs dig into your shoulder blades once again but anticipation keeps you from fixating on it too much.

Keigo leans down and hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. He gives your tender pussy another lick before slapping his dick against your puffy clit.

As you let out a moan, he lines his cock up to your entrance and snaps his hips forward.

You grip onto his bicep as he thrusts himself in and out at a fast pace, faster than you’re used to. You suppose he couldn’t wait. His dick is long and his girth stretches you out in all the right ways.

You try and catch your breath but you can barely keep up with the way Keigo pounds into you.

“Is this good for you, dove,” Keigo asks. He hikes your other leg up and leans in, touching his forehead with yours.

You scream in pain and pleasure as he hits your mark perfectly with this new position.

Your nails cling onto his back and your mouth finds comfort on his shoulder as you bite into him.

He lets out a sharp bark, almost like a howl as your velvety walls contort around his dick in all the right ways.

Keigo wets his fingers and trails them down to your swollen clit. He presses against it which only causes you to let out a scream in ecstasy.

It’s not long before the pressure built within you snaps and you tighten even more around Keigo’s hardened cock, letting your juices spill around it.

Keigo continues to pump in and out of you until his own release. He pulls out and cums onto your chest. As you sit up, the warm mess rolls down your abdomen and spills out on the sleeping bag covered mattress.

Keigo hands you a small towel. “Here.”

As you wipe the ropes of cum off of your chest and stomach you can’t help but think of the old world. Before the end of society as you knew it you would have never fucked a stranger two hours after meeting them.

Keigo has pulled his pants back up but leaves his shirt off. You watch as he pokes at the dying fire, bringing the embers back to life. On his back, you can finally see the bit of red that caught your eye earlier. A tattoo. Two red wings coming out of his shoulder blades. Keigo is an interesting guy, one you want to know more about. The thought of getting to know him better makes you blush and the apples of your cheeks raise in a genuine smile, something that you haven’t felt in a long time.

The fire illuminates Keigo and the soft smile he has melts your heart. Who knew that someone so cunning and snarky like himself could have such a sweet smile.