#Shit writing pt 2

[paul-clone-33]

Deep in the minds memories, Tavora sees

A weapon that brings great pain to the flesh and trees

Rusty metal and wooden cracks

In their hands, a bloody axe

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

m'starting to get my groove back no emperor so here's a lil valentines day piece i wrote, hope yall enjoy ♡ ! ( a lil bit more love for the hopeless romantic singles like me, ppl in a relationship yall can get that from your s/o's..still love yall tho ♡)

fem reader, katsuki is a nervous lil thing, his friends don't help( they do end up helping him out tho), just pure fluffyness, bksquad boys are sassy towards each other but all in good fun, bkg is a softie, kirimina kinda hinted but eiji shuts it down take it how u wanna, food n takeout mentions,dude talk written by a girl trying her best, kirishima's sheets smell bad lemme know if i missed sum else ♡ !! (no friends to lovers mentioned in this one btw..starting to feel myself goin thru withdrawal already..), not rlly reader oriented like usual but i thought this was cute lol i like the idea of katsuki caring about us so much he goes out his way to ask for help from others (despite hating doing so)teehee (also i like the idea of these silly guys interacting and i like hc-ing them okay okay i'll stop rambling okay-)

the last thing kirishima expected at 9.34 pm was someone basically busting down his door with how hard they were knocking on it.

eijirou opens the door urgently and is even more suprised to see his foul mouthed best friend on the other side of the door.

"woah, bakugou, man !" he exclaims seeing the state his friend was in. his eyes looked droopy and his clothes were wrinkled up like he had done a lot of moving around. usually, he would've assumed his friend had just awoken from a good nap, but his restless expression said otherwise. "what happened to you ? you look—"

" 'm fine." bakugou gruffs hoarsely, taking a deep breath at his friends widened eyes, softening up his demeanor just slightly " i'm good," he rephrased "just—you gonna let me in or what ?"

eijirou sputters out an "of course, of course" only for his friend let himself in before he could even move aside. though he immediately freezes when he sees-

"woah, kacchan's gone nutso ! " denki exclaims, face turning red from laying upside down on kirishima's bean bag for way too long.

"and he's up past 8 ? must be the apocalypse or somethin' " sero chuckles from his place on the floor near the dresser.

bakugou groans has he flops onto eijirou’s bed "of course you losers are here" his complaint is muffled against the pillows, but not muffled enough to where the rest of the boys can't hear.

"hey ! we were here before you ! 'f anythin', you're the one intruding—!" denki gulps, eyebrows furrowed. he quickly spins around to lay right when he feels the blood rushing to his head, taking a deep breath afterwards. sero chuckles and bakugou deadpans at kaminari for a good fourty seconds before slamming his head back down and groans even louder.

kirishima decides he's at a safe enough distance to sit down on his own bed, without making any sudden moves so as not to anger the beast that is an angry, sleepy bakugou. he places a hand near his friends leg, where he deems he's at safe to ask "what's up man ? you're usually in bed by this time.." he hears sero make a noise in agreement.

"yeah, or he's havin' kissy-kissy time with his giiiirrrlffrrieeeend.." kaminari sings, kicking his feet in the air jokingly. bakugou, to everyones suprise, flinches at the mention of you, then slams his head against kirishima's pillow harder and groaning even louder.

all three friends share a curious-somewhat worried look. kirishima nudges his head in bakugou's direction, silently begging his friends to say something. said friends adamantly shake their heads, as if synchronized, making a cross motion with their arms. kirishima sighs to himself, some friends.

yet again, he is the first one to speak up " did..did something happen between you two, didja fight or something ?" he asks carefully, his entire body is strained and the air in the room is so heavy, everybody present ready to get a big portion of the great lord explodo-bomberkill's anger.

only to be met with bakugou turning around to lay on his back eyebrows strained slightly and eyes absent, thinking about something they don't know "what ? course we didn't fuckin fight, idiot." he answers simply.

the three friends all let out an obnoxious sigh of relief, to katsuki's slight confusion.

"hoo, okay." kirishima answered relieved. he knows you and bakugou don't fight very much (which he thinks is super manly) but he knows that when it happens bakugou get's extremely—EXTREMELY—irritable, so it's best to stay away from him while he has his heart broken for a little bit, unless he reaches out by himself, but that only happens when he feels really bad and came to ask for advice on how to get his boyfriend priviledges back. "soo.." eijirou sings "what happened then ?"

bakugou's face hardens and the group stiffens again, preparing for a latent explosion--perhaps the volcano was still dormant and was about to be set off. the three boys hold their breaths.

bakugou takes a deep breath, a sour expression on his face.

3..

bakugou huffs out a sigh.

2...

he opens his mouth to speak and—his cheeks are turning pink ?

"valentine's day's after tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck to get her."

the three boys slump over and kaminari does so so hard his face bangs against the floor. kirishima feels like he's in a sitcom or some gag anime.

" that's it ?" sero chuckles to himself "what ? you're worried for valentine's day ?" sero mocks, gladly taking the opportunity to mess with the blond "that shit's easy man." he cackles, leaning against the dresser more comfortably.

"yeah dude, all you gotta do is get her some chocolates and like—a teddy bear or somethin' girls love that typa stuff !" kaminari piped up, having lifted his head up from the floor. sero nods and bakugou lifts himself up to scoff at them. it feels like it comes from the deepest depth of his very being and kirishima feels a little hurt, despite not being the target of the attack.

"this is why you losers don't have girlfriends yourselves, so i don't wanna hear anythin' from you." kaminari chokes out an "ouch, dude !" " sides, i'm not just gonna settle for that boring ass shit for my girl. no chance in hell." bakugou concludes gruffly.

"yeah, yeah we get it you're the perfect boyfriend" sero quips bitterly, rolling his eyes. " why'd you come here to ask us if, according to you, we get none ?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"i came here for shitty hair, not you bastards." the blond spits, rolling his eyes as well before turning to kirishima, who jumps a little at his friends slightly desperate eyes on him.

"woah, i don't have—what makes you think i would be any help ?" the redhead splutters, waving his hands around.

"don't you have something goin' on with alien chick ?"

"what ?! no dude, we're just friends !"

at that, bakugou's eyes widen the slightest bit before he groans for what feels like the 5Oth time tonight, and flops back onto the bed dramatically, turning his head away from his friend " your fuckin' useless too, then." his friend grumbles angrily.

"hey !" kirishima exclaims "mean ! i help you with your girlfriend troubles all the time without having one !"

bakugou turns to face his friend again with narrowed eyes, before exhaling a frustrated sigh and lifting himself up again, eyebrows furrowed. "your sheets smell like ass by the way." he chides, nose scrunched slightly.

"h-hey !" kirishima reiterates " i was gonna wash 'em !"

bakugou gives him an incredulous look, before shaking his head, sighing.

"well look, how about you just get her something you know she likes, isn't that good enough ?" sero offers, shrugging to himself.

"ou ! i saw a guy on tiktok ask his girlfriend out with wingstop, you could like-" kaminari, despite getting lightheaded before has apparently not learned his lesson as he flips around on his back again "—ask her to be your valentines with some fast food chain she likes, and those cute pink heart balloons they sell at the mall, y'know !"

the boys all hum at kaminari's suprisingly helpful idea. kirishima doesn't wanna say it out loud but he really hadn't expected such a cute idea from his electric friend.

"y'know, i was gonna say you were just hungry with the wingstop thing, but that's actually not a bad idea kaminari." sero hums absentmindedly with an impressed expression on his face. kirishima sweatdrops at his lack of tact but isn't really suprised.

"fuck you, man ! you guys never trust me with this stuff." kaminari whines mostly to himself. "yer track record isn't really the best when it comes to scoring girls, is it ?" sero retorts.

kirishima shakes his head seeing his friends start to bicker. he decides to ignore them and turn to his spiky haired friend, who seems deep in thought "well, what about it ? that sound like a good idea ?" he asks.

"s'not half bad.." his friend mutters in response " it's a good start, i guess."i if he notices how kaminari presses a hand to his chest with a heartfelt look on his face, he doesn't comment on it.

"oh, maybe try the take-out and a movie, i'm assuming you're not trynna have a whole celebration, yeah ?" bakugou grunts in response, his nose scrunches as he cringes thinking about the idea. he shakes his head "no, want it to be..about just the two of us, y'know ?" he utters honestly, in a way that sounds way too out of character from him.

a symphony of awwwss resonates around the room and katsuki feels his cheeks heat up hard as he harshly tells his friends to shut up.

" but seriously i'm curious, you guys are already together right ? why would you need to ask her to be your valentine anyway—shouldn’t that be a given ? " sero wonders.

"i don’t fuckin know, my old hag says it’s about the principal or some shit like that." bakugou sighs, flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm up over his eyes, it seemed like being up so late was affecting him.

"no way dude, you called your mom ?" kaminari asks, jaw practically reaching the floor (or the ceiling..?) in shock. bakugou flushes and splutters as he hears his friends reaction to this apparently shocking news.

“shut up.” he growls “she says it’s important to show i care.. my old man does it an' they're still together right now so he must be doin' something right.

"woah man.." kirishima uttered in awe " you're goin so far to make your girlfriend happy.." he clenches his fist "s-so manly !" bakugou simply grumbles to himself in response.

"honestly..i didn't expect that from you..like at all."

"fuck off !"

"like genuinely, at all. or maybe like, 0.00003 percent cha-"

" i'll fuckin' kill you tape arms !" bakugou barked, small sparks shooting out of his palms as he kneeled at the foot of kirishima's bed in pursuit of the black haired boy. kirishima swiftly swoops in and grabs his friends arm, quickly putting his finger over his mouth

"shhhh, man !" kirishima shushes. " if we're loud, class rep's gonna hear us !" he hisses.

"or worse, mr. aizawa..." kaminari whimpered.

all four boys share a shiver.

afterwards, bakugou sighs, acting as if him almost literally blowing up at his friend a minute ago hadn't happened and gets up to sit on the side of the bed.

"well whatever, i'm satisfied." he says, a little yawn leaving him "my folks gave me some ideas so i'll use those too." his eyes zip around the room and back to the floor, then he closes his eyes and speaks so quietly kirishima barely catches it

"you guys' idea isn't horrible either so i'll keep it in mind..thanks." he utters a quick " 'r whatever." before suddenly getting up and practically sprinting to the door.

it's quiet in the room as everyone sits stunned and kirishima is the first to speak again "o-oh yeah, no problem man, anytime !" he beamed, though still slightly shocked.

"yeah, no problem..!" kaminari can't seemed to decide if he wants to smile or be stunned. his mouth stuck in an awkward half-smile-half- '°O°-' face.

" course." sero raises a thumbs up and a small smile.

bakugou grunts to himself, graces his friends with a simple "night." then pulling the door open quietly, looking around the hallway quickly before swiftly creeping out the room, closing the door behind him. the boys quickly reciprocate the goodnight quietly before he can fully close it. he stutters at the door for a second longer and kirishima knows he heard them then, so he's satisfied.

it's quiet in the room for about 5 seconds after bakugou's left.

"dude, for some reason that made me feel all warm inside..is that just me ?" kaminari hummed, pressing a hand to his chest.

"nope, me too" sero admits, sighing to himself.

"yeah, same here" kirishima says as well, smiling to himself " he really cares about yn, huh ?"

"i can give him that, yeah" sero stretches, getting up so he can jump onto kirishima's bed.

"dude" he lifts his head up "your sheets do smell like ass." sero snickers.

" I- AM-GONNA-WASH-THEM !! "

afterwards valentines day comes around. the boys don't have valentines of their own but when they see you and katsuki hand in hand, with you holding onto those cute pink heart balloons from the mall, wearing a sweater a little too big for you and a valentines day gift bag in your one hand, with bakugou holding onto a bag of take-out and offering them a single side glance and a nod with a half smirk on his lips, they feel extremely proud of themselves. bakugou reminds himself to tell his friends he owes them one.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛��𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊��𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

.

.

.

.

.

.

“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[resident-gay-bitch]

you can now find eddies pov here :))

this wasn’t going to be easy, and that was a fact.

dustin was already distraught, a blabbering fucking mess for the entire walk from the town centre to the creel house in this slimy godforsaken underworld.

they were already at their wits end, with barely a string of hope left when eddie stepped in. eddie, who was now a bad guy apparently. steve had to tackle dustin to the ground when eddie first swooped in and tried to slice nancys throat open with his claw because dustin just wanted to hug him.

that was hard enough. everything was hard enough. but now steve had to face - and probably be the one to kill because he was the brawn if nancy couldn’t - the very man who had been haunting his dreams for months and led him to ask robin the question of how she knew.

he was… rabid. clothes ripped and clinging to his body in unnatural ways, his hair a fucking wild mess, his eyes glowing red, his skin paler than usual, the tips of his fingers now black and sharp like talons, extra teeth that were far sharper than teeth should ever be, a snake like tongue, wings!, and not to mention he was soaked in blood. he had it dripping from his chin for fucks sake.

whatever that thing was, it wasn’t eddie.

but it was.

so they’d spent the past hour trying to hide and calm dustin and devise a new plan, whilst trying to survive in this hell.

yeah this was going to be the hardest thing steve’s ever done.

he was probably going to die today.

well, if he died at the hands- claws of eddie, then at least he’d be dying with something beautiful. monster or not.

they stepped back out into the road, steve leading the pack and nancy covering the back.

something swooped overhead, casting a wide shadow, and by the break in dustin’s voice, steve knew it was the eddie thing.

he looked up to see the beast pearched atop a stobie poll, crouched with his hands between his feet like an animal, his wings hanging down behind him.

he looked right at steve, and steve felt his heart stop.

covered in blood and fucking terrifying, steve still loved him.

more than ever, actually.

eddie cocked his head to the side, just looking at steve.

steve adjusted the grip of his nail bat over his shoulder, ready in position to swing. he heard nancy cock her gun, he heard mike and dustin grab onto eachother, and noticed el stepping up beside him at the ready.

eddie just sat there. he moved his head slowly forward, like he was trying to get a better look. he was assessing them, probably, figuring out the quickest way to kill them all without getting hurt.

it made steve sweat.

if eddie wasn’t so high right now, steve would just charge and take a swing. get this over with. give the kids the best advantage.

eddie quickly straightened his head out and made a sound. it was a weird sound. sort of like a creepy roll of his tongue and then a click. it sounded far too much like a demo dog for steve’s comfort.

everyone froze at eddie’s sudden moment and then started looking around after he’d made the sound.

had he called for help?

steve clenched his jaw and gripped the bat tighter, eyes fixed on eddie.

eddie raised his wings up high, spread out wide and they were big. like fucking massive. steve was sure one wing alone was longer than he was.

everyone braced for impact.

eddie made the sound again and stood, standing tall atop the electricity pole, and then he made another sound that was more like a birds chirp (if the bird was dying).

and then he moved, and everyone made sudden noise and yielded his weapons but then stopped not a second later.

eddie was falling.

he was just freefalling backwards off the stobie poll with his hands clutched at his heart.

right before he hit the ground, his wings kicked up into action and carried him back up into the air. and once he was high enough, really fucking high, he dropped again.

steve was confused.

eddie dropped and then… oh shit, he wrapped his wings around himself and was fucking spiraling through the air like an arrow, heading straight for steve.

he heard will shout to run, and everyone jumped back but-

steve was on the ground, groaning and trying to fight eddie off who was on top of him, pinning him down. steve didn’t know where his bat went.

eddie was looking at him with wide eyes.

steve’s jumped out of his skin, screaming when he heard nancys gunshot.

silence.

eddie made a small sound, a shrill one, like he was hurt.

oh he was hurt.

eddie turned his head and spread out his wing and steve could see a perfect circle cut through it. eddie looked at it, then moved his wing out of the way to scowl at nancy.

this couldn’t be good.

eddie snarled at her, his snake like tongue darting out to his before he was grabbing steve and lifting them up into the air.

steve screamed, he’d never been this high before.

nancy had aimed her gun to shoot again but dustin stopped her, there was a very good chance she’d hit steve if she did.

steve didn’t know where his bat was.

eddie started flying, steve clutched tight in his arms and he had no clue where they were going because he had his eyes squeezed shut.

he was so gonna die like this.

and then they stopped, and steve was being layed down on something… soft?

he opened his eyes to find eddie crouched over him again, his hands between his feet like before, his wings draped down behind him, his head cocked as red eyes blinked at steve curiously.

steve rubbed his head and looked around to find that he was… in the highschool theatre dressing room? he only recognised it because it was a classic in school make out spot.

he was laying on a pile of pillows and ratty old blankets that were piled on top of a few mattresses. pillows, big and small, were piled up even higher around the mattresses and it looked… it looked like a nest.

eddie made the clicky sound again and then chirped happily and crawled away.

steve was beyond confused.

he sat up and looked around.

beside him was an old mangled bear, there was just a pile of flannel shirts in one corner of the nest, eddie’s guitar was leaning up against the edge of the nest wall, there were those weirdly shaped dice dustin always carried scattered around, and… oh.

steve moved a pillow to the side a little to find his old varsity jacket stuffed there. it was dirty and a little wear for tear, but everything was in the upside down.

he wondered why eddie had it.

he moved the pillow some more to find one of his shirts there too. and then he lifted a blanket to find a whole collection of his clothes! a few shirts, a red jumper, three odd socks and one matching pair, a pair of purple boxers, his old basketball shorts, a singular sneaker that matched the one on his foot now, and a yellow sweater that steve recognised as the one he threw at eddie on the boat.

steve pet his own chest to feel the familiar bumps of the pins and patches of eddie’s battle vest laid there.

oh.

oh they- they were the same.

they missed eachother.

they barely knew eachother, but they missed not being able to learn.

steve spun around when he felt eddie’s presence again, and eddie was sitting in his same weird stance, but this time right beside steve, his face abnormally close.

steve kinda freaked out.

eddie cocked his head again, blinked those wide eyes that steve couldn’t find scary, even under the red.

steve held up the varsity jacket in one hand and gave it a waggle. eddie looked at it and then looked back at steve, then back at the jacket, then back at steve, and then he purred.

steve didn’t know why it gave him butterflies.

eddie nodded his head forward until his head bumped steve’s shoulder, and then he looked back up with those wide eyes again.

“it’s yours.” steve said simply, tugging at the sleeve of eddie’s vest on himself, “i know, i’m sorry. i hope you don’t mind. it helped ground me on the bad days.”

eddie cocked his head.

“can you understand me?” steve asked.

eddie nodded.

steve was very glad to hear that, “can you talk like me?”

eddie just looked at him.

steve sighed, “i’ll take that as a no.” he hummed, “you have a lot of my things.”

eddie dropped something else on his lap.

their old year book from eighty two. steve opened it up to the page that was indented, obviously eddie looked at it a lot.

on the page was a picture of the swim team, steve posing in one picture with one other guy - the co captains - however, the other guys face had been covered by a cutout of eddie’s face. above it in red sharpie wrote “by the time you graduate, this will be real, and he will be nice and want you back”.

steve couldn’t help his laugh.

eddie crushed on him in highschool?

steve stopped his laughing when eddie made a sharp sound of protest, and steve looked up to see his already wide eyes even wider and… a pout?

oh god, he was making a puppy dog face at steve right now.

god, steve had heard so much about his puppy dog face from wayne, he’d dreamed about being on the receiving end of one himself. and here he was, only it was different now. he had pale skin and dark eyes and blood on his chin.

steve closed his mouth and looked at the pleading expression on eddie's still pretty face, and kinda melted.

"you technically still haven't graduated, you know?" steve found himself saying, and he didn't know why. eddie was technically a demon or something. steve should be running for the hills, but...

eddie made a chipy clicky sound again and then suddenly something wet was touching his cheek and- okay, eddie was licking him.

eddie was liking him a lot, like a dog.

steve laughed and pulled away and smiled at eddie, "licking? really?"

eddie smiled and nodded, shuffled steve back into the steve pile under the blankets and made him rest there. steve did lay, and rest, leant up against the pile of pillows and old clothes. he'd forgoten all about the high stakes of everything, because all he could think about was eddie. eddie here, alive- not really there, but here no less.

eddie shoved steve into the shape he wanted and then grabbed the old mangled teddy with his teeth and crawled over to steve. he dropped himself down heavily into steves lap - causing him to jolt forward and gasp from the sudden weight and pain - and curled up. his wings wrapped around steve, caving him in. eddie nussled his head against steves chest, under the opening of the vest, the mangled teddy clutched tight in his arms, and then he purred again, a big long one.

it was so warm like this.

steve didn't care if eddie wasn't really eddie anymore, because deep down inside, he was still every bit eddie that he could be. it was this world that had turned him into something else.

plus, who was he to judge? steve was a much uglier monster at one point in his life too, bulying and kicking people to the ground during highschool, but he was still good at heart these days. eddie could be too.

he was.

there was no doubt about it.

steve ran his hand over - not through because he physically couldn't - eddie's hair and held him close, and they rested there together for a while, in eddie's home.

saving the world could wait a little while.

[baura-bear]

I'm bored so send me an ask with a title and i'll post a snippet of old writing :P

[a-single-melon]

(IDs in alt text)

compilation of all my sunflower inktober art the past few days that i just. forgot to post.

prompts in order were, starting from day 3 bc i missed a day, violin, book (there are no books in this one…), picnic, flower crown, and for the last one i combined days 7 & 8, rainy day + vent

[gregmarriage]

trying to get motivation to write again, by doing a new set up (ipad and bluetooth keyboard) i will let you know how it goes <3

[unknownarmageddon]

Blink blink i may have made a Sirius playlist… (based on vibes mostly)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1tKcAziliVdB6ICBzeesD4?si=5qvQqvnOTF-iNjbXFe2a-A&pi=u-74r8GrIRR-y2

If u wanna check it out :3

OHHH MY GOD?????? this is like the highest honor i’ve ever gotten i think what the fuck

[imu-chan]

Part 2. of ‘What Happened to Tomioka’

******************

On principle, Giyuu never slept well, but he especially never slept well after being throttled half to death by demons. Once he had woken up from his initial, classic battlefield collapse, his body had seemed to want to avoid returning to sleep more than anything. He supposed that was normal, and reasoned that anyone even attempting to sleep with as many tubes and devices connected to his vital organs as he had would find the night a worthy opponent.

Still. Never had his pains been so strong that he couldn’t so much as close his eyes without risking spinning, bright colors flashing in his vision. This was now the fourth day since he first awoke, and he hated to admit that he was desperately close to begging Shinobu for some kind of horse tranquilizer.

He had become irritable, and grumpy beyond anything he had experienced before, and loathed the idea of anyone other than the butterfly workers and Shinobu attempting to interact with him. Not that anyone was looking to interact with him in the first place.

​Not that he wanted anyone to visit him.

He already knew he wasn’t exactly a delightful person even at his best, so he wouldn’t wish his current mood on even the likes of a Twelve Kizuki. Well, maybe he would. Migraines were a bitch.

That aside, while his mindset was presently bleary with medication and sleep deprivation, he supposed that his current horrible temperament wasn’t as fearsome as it usually would be. That wasn’t for lack of trying, although he could barely do that either. His arms and hands had been involuntarily clenching and curling for some time now, so at least he wasn’t losing any muscle mass yet. None of this compared to his actual injury, though.

This was exactly why he wasn’t fit to be the Water Hashira, he thought. Maybe now the Master would see that Giyuu was meant to be temporary. He could take someone more qualified, maybe someone with a completely different breathing style. He recalled that the former Thunder Hashira, Kuwajima-san, was believed to be training a few young slayers. It might be nice for the Corps to have more powerful techniques. Or perhaps just a more powerful wielder. He had plenty of free time now to endlessly contemplate all the ways he had messed up on his mission in order to end up here.

He remembered breathing heavily as he fought, chasing after the demons fleeing for the dark of the forest. Sunrise wasn’t far off, and he was eager for this fight to end. He got what he wanted. He didn’t anticipate an ambush, not with such a flimsy group of weaklings like this.

While the fight started with nearly fifteen child-sized demons, Giyuu had whittled them down to what he believed was five. Apparently his counting skills had gotten a little rusty. As he crossed the threshold of the woods, his blue blade almost humming in the dark, two more of the demons leapt upon him from above, managing to knock him down.

This group wasn’t particularly dangerous, at least not on the surface. Their claws were dull and round, their speed was average at best, and even their teeth were mostly ground down into flat nubs. They seemed to mainly target children, being the closest in size and more vulnerable.

Thankfully, Giyuu had kept them far back from the villages as possible, so since he’d shown up there hadn’t been any casualties. He still approached the situation with caution. There had to be a reason this pack hadn’t been defeated so easily. He observed their power soon enough.

These demons’ main weapons came twofold; their Blood Demon Art was a paralytic gas of some sort, (which had taken Giyuu two frustrating days to find a solution for; when in doubt, try wisteria) and they had overly large, powerful fists, with enough force to level a tree. Again, not exactly out of the ordinary, but the paralytic mist and the size of the initial group was troublesome enough that a Hashira was needed to weed out the little pests. Then again…perhaps the Master should have sent a true Hashira.

Upon attack, Giyuu had grunted and rolled onto his back, using the motion to slice one of the fists in half, which had then slowly begun to regenerate. Before he could continue, the sting of the paralytic flooded his nose, the sheer, cloying strength of it making him dizzy.

The wisteria chain around his collar disintegrated. The rest of the remaining group had circled back to their comrades, and, to his disliking, began to merge into one large, multi-armed, heavy demon, with its main set of hands digging their claws into he flesh of Giyuu’s arms. With a crunch, he felt his shoulders slam into the ground, and felt the dirt and rocks on the ground dig into his flesh.

His haori— it must have torn— gave way to blood-slick mud, which entered into the punctures in his arms. That meant his arms were literally pinned into the ground by the suddenly quite sharp talons of the demon. Their bodies fusing— this must have increased their physical abilities, as well as the power of their blood demon art breathing.

Dread pooled quickly in Giyuu’s gut when his sword was wrenched from his frozen grasp, the force of it pulling his wrist with a sickening pop. He couldn’t move. His sight blurred into fuzzy shapes against his will. All he remembered after that was so, so many hands covering his vision, a crushing pressure, the smell of copper, and a paralyzing blackness that left him helpless in the care of the Insect Hashira.

Speaking of, ​Shinobu, ever enduring, had been mainly focused on the seemingly impossible tasks of keeping him from choking on his own saliva and on him making it through the night without dislodging the tangle of tubes and pumps forcing his airway to work as intended. It seemed any sudden movement, even a cough, could turn a delicate system of machines into a pile of parts, which wasn’t pleasant for any of them to deal with.

Shinobu had deduced that the demon specifically tried to flatten his windpipe, given that his whole neck was now made of bruised purple flesh. On all sides, the column that was once his neck was now sore and tender to the touch, crumpled like fabric, dark and rotten like a horrid, all-permeating sunburn.

His eyes stung constantly, making them water relentlessly and stream down his ashen cheeks, as many blood vessels had burst from the pressure, flooding the whites on his eyes with crimson splotches. Everything happening to him now was either from the actual physical force used against him, or a direct result of oxygen loss from his brain.

Strangulation… not only was it very unusual, but this methodology was also deeply baffling. Why would a demon bother with such a mighty effort? It didn’t spill any blood. It took prolonged force and strength. It would have worked, though, had sunlight not caught the demon off guard and scorched it from the Earth. Giyuu laid unconscious in the cool morning, breathing through a windpipe the size of a straw, for about a half-hour until the Kakushi came to his rescue.

He hadn’t been able to feel any sensations in his neck and lower jaw since then, which he supposed was a blessing. Everywhere else ached or bled. He couldn’t even swallow so much as a breath without assistance from some fancy device pumping the air for him. He couldn’t tell where his skin ended and the tubes began. He didn’t want to feel any of it.

“Ara ara. You’re not up in your head again, are you Tomioka?”

It took a surprising amount of effort for him to shift his damp eyes towards his comrade. Shinobu fiddled with the dial on the tube in his arm. Her purple eyes met his, and stilled.

“Then again…I’m not sure there’s anywhere else for you to be at this point, huh?”

The lack of ability, of control over himself, that was what was impacting him the most. Other than moving his legs, of which the worst injury was an infected slash on his thigh, he was able to make hand and eye movements only, for fear of upsetting the machines keeping him alive. Giyuu admittedly didn’t care for these new, technological deities, but even he wasn’t fool enough to defy them.

He winced as his left arm, the one with the sprained wrist, curled and spasmed as he attempted to use it. All of his focus was now on moving his fingers into what he hoped was the right sign.

“Need?” Shinobu guessed, staring at his trembling hand. “What do you need, Tomioka?”

Slowly, he moved his fingers into the shape of the first character. He didn’t know the sign for ‘kindly insert whatever forsaken substance killed Gauguin’, and he couldn’t remember what the damned medicinal drug was anyway, so he finger-spelled ‘mayuku’ as best he could.

Purple eyes crimped. For the first time since he woke up, Shinobu actually laughed, her voice like wind chimes. She tapped a teasing finger against her chin with a little smile.

“Alright, you’ll get your painkillers soon enough. Dinner first, which is in…ten minutes!”

Giyuu’s fingers were cramping and loosening already, so he had to be satisfied with sending Shinobu a withering look. ‘Dinner’ was just her exchanging his near-empty intravenous drip bag for a full one. It didn’t need time to prepare. She was just being a terrible doctor on purpose.

“Have you managed to sleep at all?” She asked in a more gentle tone, taking in the pallor of his face and the purple-gray swelling under his eyes. With his other hand, Giyuu managed ‘no’.

“Hmm. It might be a better idea to reroute the tubeage through the skin…it’s not any less irritating, but it might allow a bit more stability. You should find sleeping easier in that case?”

She phrased it as a question, but Giyuu was already trying to sign his consent. His fingers wouldn’t work with his brain. The frustration billowed within him, and he managed to use enough force to smack his injured wrist (metal splint and all) against the railing of his bed.

Shinobu clearly didn’t appreciate this tremendous display of raw power, as she pursed her lips and firmly wrapped one of her hands around his splinted arm. She threaded her small fingers carefully through his stiff ones.

“Ara ara, none of that. Squeeze my hand as tight as you can if you’d like me to try the procedure—ah. Alright, Tomioka.”

​A swell of gratitude welled up in Giyuu’s sore chest, and, reluctant as he was to show it, he knew Shinobu had been especially attentive to him since he was brought in. She had barely even poked fun at him. He had concluded that she knew his wounds were deep, and she was making every effort to not only keep him alive, but to see him comfortable as he was treated. She wasn’t risking anything to help him, but she was helping him.

In all the time he had known the Kochos, he still never felt deserving of their innate kindness. He squeezed again, as tight as he could, and let his eyes lose their defensive edge. Although he couldn’t have denied help if he tried, he did allow himself to accept his…friend’s…offered hand.

​​He tentatively allowed himself to have a friend.

Shinobu’s gaze fixated on his still-wet and red eyes. She didn’t say anything for a few beats, just let his trembling fingers clench tight to hers. His grip began to loosen, and that was when she tightened her own hold on his hand. She squeezed back, face still open, calm as a garden breeze. Her hand was dry and warm. It was the most comfort he’d felt in days. He didn’t mind it at all.

[amiharana]

19 and 6 for the ask game?🙏🏻

oughhh anon... these numbers... i got the notification for this when i was at work and when i looked at the list, i was like 🥹🥹🥹 my scrunklies are fighting and they're sick nooo.....

you're actually going to want to sit down and make sure you don't have to do anything to read this one, shit is long af 😭

(ask game from here)

🫂 19. How they make up after a big fight?

first of all, revali and link definitely have little arguments and bicker, but they rarely ever have big fights for a couple reasons. mostly because they both hate the usual outcomes of their big fights, and do their best to never fight like that ever.

revali is definitely easier to anger than link is, because he's got some deep-seated insecurities (esp from my headcanon about his early childhood). but he honestly could get mad at anything depending on his mood, because he's already a very grumpy person. link lowkey just talks out of his ass without a filter sometimes and anything link says could piss revali off, intentionally or not. "you're being over the top, you're doing too much" "if you're gonna molt, can you pick up after yourself, your feathers are fucking everywhere" "stop putting your bows on the dresser or i'm gonna keep knocking them into the lake" or something dumb like the aforementioned can cause the both of them to start bickering out of nowhere.

but sometimes, they let that bickering get out of control and it spirals into a fight before they even realize it, where they both start saying things they don't mean.

the first time they really fought, revali missed a shot at the flight range during a training session and link jokingly said "how did you get chosen as a champion with that kind of aim?" to which revali replies, "even my worst shot is better than your best" and then it somehow goes from playful banter to bickering to actual arguing, culminating into revali's final straw when he says, "if you wanted someone that was perfect and could fulfill your every damn need like i supposedly can't, then perhaps you should have chosen to be with zelda or mipha instead of me," to which link yells back, "you know what? you're right, maybe i should have! at least zelda and mipha are actually in love with me." revali goes quiet, staring at link with burning green eyes, his crest feathers flaring.

link's eyes widen when he realizes what he said, and he immediately moves and reaches out towards revali, "w-wait no, i didn't mean that, i'm sorry, revali i—"

but the rito, stony-faced and silent, throws his swallow bow into the range, his glare stopping link in his tracks. "if you truly believe i don't love you," he says, voice scarily calm, "then do yourself a favor and reconsider what the point of this relationship is, to wonder why i still chose to tie my life to yours, knowing i couldn't give you even a quarter of what zelda and mipha can no matter how hard i try. if all of my efforts meant nothing to you, then at most all i could wish is that i gave you an enjoyable time." then, revali turns and uses his gale to launch himself upwards, disappearing from link's view. link falls to his knees on the platform, staring up at the sky, eyes filled with tears, guilt, and regret.

one of revali's biggest insecurities regarding his relationship with link would definitely be the fact that zelda and mipha loved him too, and he frequently wonders why link chose him when there were two princesses of great families vying for his hand. why would link choose him when a princess with control over the land's waters, who crafted perfectly-fitting armor with special abilities for him that would allow him to swim with her, desired him for far longer? why would link want him when a princess directly descended from this land's goddess wanted him too, who could actually give link a child of his own blood, who could give him the world's riches and all the power he could ever want? all revali can give link are feathers tucked into his hair and a piece of fabric that could keep him afloat for a couple moments. revali can't give him much more than that. but for link to openly acknowledge it, to entertain it even... it hurts him more than he can fathom.

revali is gone for the rest of the day, having fucked off towards the hebra north crest and taking his anger out on monster camps along the fringes of the hebra mountains. meanwhile, link returns to rito village by foot, every step heavy with guilt, and before he enters the village, he stops by one of the ponds in the island spires leading up to the village and grabs a few hearty salmon. link knows that what he said was a deep insecurity for revali and he used it against him; it's unforgivable, he shouldn't be forgiven at all.

but it makes his heart ache hard at the idea that revali would consider leaving him, tears stinging his eyes and feeling like his chest is going to collapse in on itself. he shouldn't be forgiven, but link will spend the rest of his life begging for revali's forgiveness if he has to. so he'll start with what he knows best: making a good meal.

when link reaches their shared roost, he sets up the cooking pot in the center, lighting the fire and clearing the table to set up his materials and utensils. tonight, he'll make revali's favorite meal, hearty salmon meunière. it's not an entire apology, but it's a good start to one. in the open air of their roost, link desperately hopes that its aroma will lead revali back home to him.

revali returns just as the sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, thoroughly calmed and worn down from the massacre he's inflicted upon the monster camps at the fringes. who knew so many had settled back there? he'll have to return again soon to finish them off. instinctually, he flies straight to their shared roost before remembering his earlier fight with link and hesitates, wondering if link is there, if they should see each other right now. but a particular scent catches his nose and all uncertainty disappears. revali wants to go home now, and he hopes his home is still there when he arrives.

link is sitting by the cooking pot when revali descends on their roost's landing, curled in on himself, his head nestled in folded arms atop his knees. revali's heart pangs at the sight, fingers twitching to comfort his beloved jewel until he remembers that link was the reason he flew off in a rage in the first place. he should be angry, but he's fought it all out now and he can't find it in him to be with his songbird in distress right in front of him.

as he approaches, link startles and looks up, meeting revali's eyes and the rito's heart pangs again at the sight of link's eyes rimmed red and puffy, his nose pink clearly from crying. "hi," link says, voice hoarse. "welcome home."

revali hums in response, acknowledging the greeting. "did you start eating without me?" he says gently, sitting beside link, folding his legs, and studying his face. in the flickering firelight, link's face looks pale and gaunt, saved for the crying-induced pink splotching across his nose and cheeks. it unsettles something in revali.

"no," link mumbles, looking away. then he uncurls to reach in front of him, and pulls back revealing a steaming hot plate of hearty salmon meunière. revali's eyes widen as link hands it to him. "made this for you."

"you did?" revali says, taking the plate and staring at it in surprise. link hums in affirmation. the meat of the fish is glazed and enticing, and his stomach rumbles at the delicious smell of it. "it's my favorite..." he looks back at link, who has curled back into his initial position. he feels that twitch in his fingers again, to hold link, but resists. "what's the occasion?"

"to say sorry," link says softly. "for earlier. i didn't mean what i said."

revali hums. "thank you," he responds in similar volume. "i appreciate it. we both said things we didn't mean, so i apologize as well. i forgive you." he looks around but there's only his plate by the cooking pot. "i thought you said you didn't start eating yet. where's your food?"

"didn't make any," link mumbles.

revali pauses and blinks. "and why is that?"

"can't eat," his little songbird replies and revali feels his heart plummet, somehow dreading the answer. link lays his head down atop his arms but faces away from revali. "can't eat if i don't know if you'll come back." oh.

finally succumbing to his instincts, revali immediately sets the plate aside and grabs for link, to pull him into his lap, and link squeaks but is nonetheless pliant in revali's hands. revali situates them so that link sits sideways in his lap, his head on revali's left and his legs on the right. cradling link, revali places his beak on his mate's mussed hair (he needs to rebraid it soon, hm) and hugs him tight. almost instantly, he feels link cling to his armor and gasp shakily, burying his face in the space between revali's shoulder and neck. "'vali—"

"did you really think i would leave you for something like that?" revali murmurs, maintaining his steady hold as link begins to shudder and cry in his arms. "link—"

"please don't," link begins to blubber, his voice wavering. "please don't leave, don't leave me! i'm sorry i'm sorry i didn't mean it, i love you and i know you love me too, i was just saying shit to say it 'cause i was mad, i love you, revali please—"

"breathe, songbird," revali whispers, leaning down to press his forehead against link's and cupping his cheek. link gasps out a sob, his hands clinging tightly to revali's wrist, like he's afraid revali will slip from his grasp. "breathe for me, darling, you're going to choke." so link forces himself to breathe deeply, hiccuping and shaking as he attempts to calm down, his eyes shut. "that's it, little jewel. i'm not going anywhere, i'm right here. i forgive you already."

"revali," link whimpers, but revali just shushes him, leaning back and beginning to rock slightly. revali should be angry with link, but he just can't bring himself to be; he's too soft-hearted when it's about link.

after a couple more moments, link is placid and his breath has evened out, sobs reduced to sniffles. he still clings tightly to revali, still fearing the idea of revali leaving him. only then does revali decide to speak again.

"why did you think that i would leave you?" revali murmurs, turning his face slightly to nuzzle at link's jaw. link relaxes in his hold by a margin, but relaxes nonetheless. "in fact, i would have thought you were going to leave me with the way we were talking." at the thought of link leaving him, revali shivers slightly, a pit growing in his stomach; perhaps this is what link had felt, had let that pit grow and consume him and take over.

"never," link responds immediately. "i'd never leave you." link pauses, and then speaks again. "but i thought you were gonna leave 'cause i fucked up. i shouldn't have said that, and i didn't mean it at all. i'm sorry. i don't care about zelda or mipha or if they do love me, i love you." link curls up further into revali's lap before mumbling, "i don't need or want anyone else. you're the perfect one for me, so please don't leave me and find someone else. i don't think i could bear it."

"i wouldn't," revali says softly, and holds link a little tighter. "i don't want anyone else either." they stay like this for a little while until—

"your food's cold now," link mumbles against revali's chest. "i worked really hard on it and you're just gonna make me cry so that you don't eat the food i worked so hard on." revali's beak parts and then he snorts at the utter audacity of link's comment.

"we just had our first actual fight as a coupling, and you're worried about the food?" revali teases. link hums in affirmation and revali rolls his eyes. "alright, well let's just put it back in the pot to warm up then."

"it'll ruin the texture," link mumbles, but he uncurls from his position in revali's lap to reach for the plate. using the knife, he slides the fish into the cooking pot and then curls back up into revali. the action reminds revali of another critical detail—

he nudges link's face with his beak. "will you really not eat? you haven't eaten anything since before we started training."

link shakes his head. "lost my appetite," he murmurs. "just wanna be with you right now."

revali makes a displeased noise. "but you have to eat something," he insists. "i refuse to let you go hungry tonight. i'll make you something then."

"no, you suck at cooking," link mutters. "i'll just eat an apple or something."

"that's not a meal, you have to eat a proper supper."

"well, i don't wanna eat anyway."

"link." revali's tone is a warning. "i don't want to fight with you again so soon."

link huffs and shifts in revali's hold. "fine," he acquiesces. "i'll eat a little bit from your plate." he uncurls and takes the plate and knife again, pushing the fish out of the pot so that it plops back onto the plate. "let me go get a fork."

"that's not a meal either," revali sighs, but he lets link stand and keeps his eyes on the little hylian as he grabs a fork from the table, then returns, making himself comfortable in revali's lap once more. revali holds the plate and they share the hearty salmon meunière, link slicing off tiny pieces to chew on, revali's right wing hooked around his waist when he isn't slicing food to eat. they're okay. as they eat, their hearts are full again and if link holds revali a little tighter in the hammock that night, revali doesn't say anything, wrapping his wings around link a little tighter, too.

now if it's revali saying the fucked up shit, it takes a lot for link to get actually upset, especially with revali because he's so used to revali being harsh or mean without really meaning it all the time. revali usually says shit like "your aim sucks" or "you're really sloppy and look like a mess, you need to clean up" and those sort of things don't bother link very much because revali is so whipped for him, he either lets link get away with it or helps link himself, e.g. extra practice with archery lessons or combing and braiding link's hair himself. sometimes revali just says things to say something fr.

so when revali says something that genuinely upsets link, he does similarly to what revali does and goes completely silent and fucks off to somewhere, but the difference is that he doesn't come back at the end of the day.

in the rare instances that link gets upset from a fight with revali, he can disappear from a couple days to a few weeks at a time. and revali can't find him, because link has explored nearly every nook and cranny in this goddamn country and playing seeker in the most emotionally charged hide-and-seek game across the vast lands of hyrule is a game revali has never been able to win. when link runs and hides, he doesn't want to be found. it's why revali avoids trying not to upset link to that degree as much as possible, because every time he's tried, he can't find link and he's afraid link won't come back, either from finding someone else or leaving himself to be found by revali in... undesirable conditions.

link has only disappeared twice thus far. the first time, he was gone for a couple days, revali practically tearing up the entirety of the hebra region looking for him, nearly pulling his feathers out. squadrons of rito warrior search parties are sent out too to look for link, to quell their champion's panic, but link just shows up back at the village after five days and revali has half a mind to chew him out, absolutely fuming.

but he takes one look at link with his scruffy hair, the dark circles under his eyes, and the wrinkled fabric of the clothes link was wearing the day they fought, and without a word grabs link by the hand to pull him towards the communal rito bath. link is nonverbal, staring blankly into space, and completely unresponsive as revali strips him of his clothing and places him in the bath. it starts to worry revali as he washes link's hair and body; where did link even go? what happened to him out there? this version of link... it reminds him of the link he met after windblight ganon was defeated; a link with no recognition in his eyes, no warmth or soul. it terrifies revali.

link is still nonverbal and unresponsive when they return to their shared roost, still staring blankly into space, body rigid and unmoving. revali can't even remember what they argued about at this point, he's so consumed with worry for his mate and why he's acting like this that whatever he said, he'll forgo his pride and take it back so that this doesn't happen, now or ever again.

but when he seats link in front of him and begins to comb through his wet hair and separate the strands to braid them back into their usual look, link slowly begins to relax. carefully, revali massages his fingers into link's scalp and his mate hums in response, leaning into his touch. there he is, his little songbird. so revali continues as he does; massaging, combing, and braiding, and then he begins to sing quietly, hoping to get link to sing with him, to respond to him.

it works, link humming along to revali's song and slowly beginning to sing the words too. by the time revali has finished rebraiding his feathers into link's hair, his precious songbird is back to him with those wide bright sapphires for eyes.

"where did you even go?" revali says, as link leans completely back into him, still humming to revali's song.

"the forgotten temple," link says breezily like it's nothing, but revali freezes.

"what? why would you even go there? it's still infested with guardians."

"because i knew you wouldn't follow me there," link says softly. and that takes the breath out of revali's lungs. link turns to look up at him. "after we fought, i was just so angry i didn't even know what to do. so i went down to the rito stable, i took epona, and i kept riding until i got to the snowfield stable. then i boarded her there and i jumped into the canyon to enter the temple." link turns back around. "it's not as bad in there as you think it is, once you get rid of all the guardians. it's not infested anymore."

"... you took out the guardians there?"

"yeah. let's go there sometime, it's pretty even though it's in ruins. i think zelda would probably like to study the ruins too."

link treats the whole situation like it's nothing and evades revali's every attempt to discuss what happened, both the fight and his disappearance. "it's fine," link insists. "i forgive you and you're fine. i just had to be by myself to process it for a while. i'm all good now, please don't worry anymore."

so revali tries, but it still bothers him. something must have happened, but link won't tell him what. he decides to leave it for now, but they eventually have to talk about it. it can't be avoided forever.

the second time it happens, revali lets his pride get the best of him. they're fishing for hearty salmon in the hebra plunge when link decides to throw his square and circle bombs into the water and detonate them. it yields quite a few chillfin trout and hearty salmon, and link cheers. revali, however, is displeased.

"will you always resort to that sheikah slate to assist you?" revali grumbles after he finishes collecting the fish from the lake.

link places his hands behind his neck and whistles. "well, it makes fishing a lot easier for both of us!"

"yes, but it takes away the art of hunting," revali sighs, "and it's incredibly loud. do you wish to scare away the prey?"

"as if the fish can go anywhere else," link says. "can they even climb waterfalls? i don't think so!" he sticks his tongue out at the water. "checkmate, fish."

"careful, you wouldn't want mipha hearing you insult her kind."

"oh, shut up—"

and just like when they fought the first time, it goes from banter to bickering to a full blown argument faster than either of them can register it. but this time, revali makes the mistake of bursting and using one of link's deep insecurities against him...

"revali, it's really not that serious! i did what i had to in order to defeat the calamity once and for all, and if i had to do it again, i probably wouldn't even need the master sword! i could beat ganon with only a bow if i wanted to."

"well, you couldn't even defeat ganon the first time round and you needed our help to do it this time, so i doubt that you would ever succeed."

it stops link in his tracks, brows furrowing. "... what are you saying?"

revali rolls his eyes. "don't play dumb. you hold yourself in such high regard as a hero, but i would presume that most of hyrule would either blame you or aren't aware of your biggest failure. do they know that you couldn't stop the calamity the first time? that you let their champions die, and left the princess on her own to hold back the beast until you woke up from your little nap like a child? there's no way you could have beat calamity ganon with only a bow if you couldn't have beaten him at all the first time."

when revali looks back at link, he's immediately filled with regret. link is shaking — from the cold, from upset, from barely concealed anger, revali doesn't know — his eyes downcast and his jaw tight. his fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white. revali shouldn’t have said that, an apology lining his tongue and his fingers twitching to reach out for link but instead, he resists and turns away.

“shut up,” link mutters. revali looks back and link is staring at him dead in the eye. the wide glimmering sapphires that revali has grown to be so fond of have disappeared, replaced by shards of clear blue glass accompanied by the growl of a wolf. it’s unsettling and revali should take it back and apologize, but he can’t shake the grasp of his pride.

“you know i’m right,” revali hears himself say and the regret burns like lava down his throat. link’s eyes darken, his brows furrowing deeper and his face morphing into one of fury and of betrayed anguish.

“do you really believe that?” link says, gritting his teeth, anger barely contained. revali only looks away. link scoffs in disbelief. “fuck you, seriously,” the little hylian spits, spins on his heel, and stalks away.

revali stares after him. he should move, he should be running after his precious jewel, should be holding him close and apologizing and doing everything to regain link’s forgiveness. he shouldn’t have said any of it. but his pride, curse it, keeps him staunchly in place like it’s attached weights to his ankles, imprisoning him in the cold bitter loneliness of the plunge.

“fuck,” revali whispers, when link disappears from his sight. “fuck. i really messed up."

that night, link doesn't return and the hammock feels emptier than it did the last time link disappeared. it heightens revali's anxiety, twisting and turning reaching out for his little songbird who's not there, who he's driven away. the emptiness is choking revali half to death.

the next day, link doesn't return either and when revali sets out to find him too, there's nothing. no tracks, no signs, no one has even seen link leave the tabantha frontier. revali's anxiety and guilt grows worse.

days pass, and link still hasn't returned, and revali still can't find him. he's taken to searching past hebra, into the hyrule ridge, the gerudo highlands, even near great hyrule forest. link isn't there and there aren't any signs of him.

on the sixth day since link disappeared, revali goes to the goddess statue in rito village and kneels before it with an offering of amber and rubies. "i know it's not much," he murmurs, placing the gems in front of the statue. "but it's all i can give. please protect link, wherever he is, and keep him warm. and please... let him come home to me unharmed. i'll take it from there."

nearly two weeks pass, and revali thinks he's actually going insane. since the champions' revival, he hasn't spent this much time away from link. he feels like he's dying again, but this pain is much worse than his first death. revali's search has extended now into hyrule field and the great plateau. his efforts are still fruitless.

it's not until he runs into urbosa and zelda at the ruins of hyrule castle, where attempts to restore the palace to its former glory have been started, that he drops in exhaustion from days of constant flying with barely any rest. the anxiety is still coursing strongly in his blood.

"revali!" urbosa shouts as revali lands, falling to his knees and crumpling into a ball on the ground. both her and zelda rush towards him, lifting him up and placing his arms around their shoulders. "what in the name of the goddesses has happened to you?!" they carry him to pieces of rotted stone that serve as makeshift benches to seat him upon. zelda rushes to go grab water as urbosa sits beside revali, letting him lean on her shoulder as he breathes heavily.

"urbosa," he whispers, desperate and tearful, "urbosa, i messed up really badly. i shouldn't have said any of that."

"what happened?" urbosa says, searching revali's face and taking in his disheveled appearance. "where's link? why isn't he with you?"

"i messed up," revali repeats, his voice shaking. "i said something i shouldn't have to him and now he's gone. i can't find him. i can't find him, urbosa, i drove him away and it's been weeks since then, it's all my fault."

"what did you say to him?" zelda says gently, having returned with a satchel of water.

"i told him he couldn't beat ganon with only a bow," revali whispers, the entire conversation flashing vividly in his mind like it has been for the last two weeks. "because he failed to beat him the first time, that he failed to save us and the princess, because how can he beat ganon with only a bow if he couldn't finish him off in one go the first time. i shouldn't have said that, and now he's disappeared because of me. shit i—" revali hunches over, curling in on himself, the guilt tearing a hole straight through his chest.

urbosa and zelda look at each other with shared grimaces, because yeah while it might have some truth to it, it's still pretty fucked up to say to link's face. at least revali recognizes that it's not a good thing to say at all. they help revali breath and stabilize before talking again.

"has this happened before?" urbosa says. "i figure you two must have had plenty of lovers' quarrels before."

"we've bickered, but we rarely ever fight," revali says softly. that surprises both urbosa and zelda. "we've only fought twice before this, and it never ended well. the last time was the first link disappeared, but he returned after five days and was in the forgotten temple during that time."

"the forgotten temple?" zelda says, face lighting up. urbosa gives her a stern look, because now is not the time and zelda shrinks a little, but her curiosity is still piqued.

"yes," revali says, staring into space. "he wanted to take you there, now that's he rid it of guardians. he thought you might appreciate it and want to study the ruins."

"that's... very kind of him," zelda murmurs, eyes shining in excitement. urbosa rolls her eyes, then speaks.

"do you think he might have returned there?" urbosa says.

"no, i've already checked," revali said, eyes downcast. "the guardians are gone, but he wasn't there either. he's never been gone this long..."

"i'm sure we'll find him," urbosa asserts. "if zelda and i find him before you do, we'll make sure to bring him directly to you." she places her hand on revali's shoulder, prompting him to look up at her. "fights between lovers like this happen. it's good that you've recognized how harsh your words were to him, but you still have to talk this out. you must be prepared to do everything you can if you wish to gain his forgiveness and to stay together as a coupling."

"of course," revali answers immediately, resolve returning and hardening his face. "do you take me for someone who gives up easily?" he turns and looks upward to the sky, and his voice softens. "my heart belongs to him now. i can only hope that still wishes to keep it with him." urbosa and zelda look at each other again, where zelda rolls her eyes and urbosa's lips twitch; sappy lovesick idiots.

revali decides to return home to rito village to rest. he's been flying constantly for two weeks searching for link and his efforts will continue to be fruitless if he's not in top condition. with food and water from zelda and urbosa, he thanks them and sets off to return home.

and would you imagine his shock when link is already back home in their roost, standing in the center. unlike the last time, he looks clean and well-rested, his hair rebraided (not as perfectly as revali's handiwork, but reminiscent of it; link has taken notes), and he's wearing his hylian tunic and pants rather than the snowquill armor he was wearing when they fought. a myriad of emotions swells in revali's chest, ready to burst out of his ribcage and splash all over the floor.

"hi," link says timidly. he won't look at revali in the eyes, his hands behind his back and one foot hooked around the ankle of the other. "sorry i was out so long. um—"

but revali doesn't let link finish his sentence, instead rushing forward to engulf link in his wings, hugging him tightly. link is home, he's here in revali's arms and he's safe and unharmed. "goddesses," revali whispers, tears threatening to spill. "you're going to be the death of me, link."

"sorry," link murmurs back, returning revali's tight embrace and burying his face in revali's neck. "i didn't think i would worry you this much."

"you were gone for two weeks, you absolute imbecile," revali whispers. "you disappeared without a trace, of course i'm going to worry. i searched almost half of hyrule for you, link, fuck."

"sorry, i—"

"stop apologizing," revali grunts, holding link tighter. "i should be apologizing. i shouldn't have said that to you. i regret it and i'm deeply sorry. it wasn't your fault that you couldn't defeat ganon the first time, it took us all by surprise. we had no idea that he'd infiltrate the beasts, or the guardians. none of us stood a chance with our disorganization and lack of power, so it wasn't only your fault. the blame should be shared by all of us. i really didn't mean it and i'm incredibly sorry, but i understand if you don't wish to forgive me."

"revali," link whispers back. "revali, it's okay."

"it's not, what i said was unbelievably fucked up, link. i don't even want to forgive myself for what i said. i was very harsh with you over something that wasn't a big deal and it drove you away from me. i don't ever want to cause you pain, and yet i've done it twice—"

"revali, stop, please," link says more firmly. he pulls back and looks at revali with a furrow in his brow. "i said it's fine. i forgive you, so please stop."

revali stares at link for a moment, before sighing and shutting his eyes. "alright," he relents. "but i really am sorry, link. you mean everything to me and i couldn't live with myself if i drove you away for good." he lifts link's face with both of his hands and presses their foreheads together, nuzzling link's nose and mouth with his beak as gently as possible. his sweet little songbird sighs and returns the gesture, cupping revali's face with his hands. they stay like that for a couple moments until link speaks.

"you're not calling me any nicknames," link murmurs, eyes still shut. revali makes a noise of question and link continues, but hides his face in revali's shoulder; he's embarrassed, revali realizes. "you're being too serious and calling me by my name... not calling me 'little jewel' or 'songbird' or shit like that..."

revali hums in amusement. "you want me to call you those things?" he feels link nod into his chest, hands clinging to his shoulders and armor. revali snorts. "alright, my love, i'll do as you wish." link hums, a light, happy sound and revali's heart flutters briefly. he wraps his wings a little tighter around link's waist. "where did you go this time?"

"a bunch of places," link mumbles. "i used the sheikah slate to warp, that's why no one saw me leave on foot. i went to hateno first, since they kept the house as mine even though i said they could use it to house other people. i slept there first because it was far from here, then i warped to the korok forest to talk to the great deku tree about... what you said." revali tenses but link reaches up to caress his beak, to tell him it's fine. "there's truth to it, you know, even if you want to deny it front of my face. the great deku tree told me all the heroes before me were able to stop ganon the first time; i'm the only one who failed at first and was given a second chance to finish him off. i'm the loser in this legacy." revali bristles at the self-deprecation, but link only chuckles softly. "you would have loved to hear me admit that out loud, before we became a thing."

"in the past, of course i would," revali grumbles. "it's different now."

"it's still true, whether you like it or not," link says softly. "and you're still right. letting you and the other champions die is one of my biggest regrets and failures, and i honestly don't think i'll ever really be able to forgive myself for it no matter how many times you forgive me. it was my one duty as the chosen hero and i fucked it up. i really did sleep in like a child and let zelda do all the heavy lifting."

link tilts his head so that his ear is on revali's chest instead of his face. "after that, i just kind of wandered around necluda doing some thinking and soul-searching. i went to kakariko to talk with impa about the same thing and she was really insightful and kind about it. then i went down to fort hateno and blatchery plain, where i died the first time."

revali tenses again, but link caresses his beak comfortingly again. "said hi to naydra at mount lanayru and prayed a little at the spring of wisdom. it reminded me of the day ganon was revived. did you know it was zelda's birthday that day? what a terrible birthday gift. went back down to hateno to help the farmers gather the new wheat and joined in on their harvest festival.

"then, i went to lurelin to watch the sunset. it's not as pretty as here, because it's in the southeast and the sun sets here in the west, but it was still nice. it made me miss you." revali blows air out of his beak and link giggles. "but i had one more stop before i decided to come home. i went to pray at the spring of courage, too."

"at wisdom, i understand," revali mutters and link swats his chest gently. "but why at courage?"

"for the courage to come home and face you like this," link replies softly. "i had to accept my fault and my failures, but it felt like shit, you know? you were right but i was having a hard time accepting it. they say the hero is blessed by the goddess of courage and that their spirits rest with her at her spring. so i went there and i prayed to all of them, to the goddess and heroes past, for acceptance, for forgiveness, for courage. thankfully, they granted it to me, because now i'm home with you and i'm at peace with what has happened."

link sighs. "i'm sorry it took so long for me to come back to you. believe me, i wanted to go back home to you too. but it wouldn't change anything if i came home with that still messing up my mind."

revali tilts link's chin up and presses their foreheads together again, and link's eyes shut as they graze each other's faces once more. "it's alright, little jewel," revali murmurs. "you can take all the time that you need. i'll still be here for you when you ready. though, i'd prefer if you told me where you were going first so i wouldn't have to pick the entirety of my plumage out of stress."

link laughs. "okay, i'll try to remember that the next time we fight. before i go fuck off to some random place in hyrule, i'll be sure to come back and let you know where i plan to go. 'hey 'vali, i know we just screamed at each other for an hour, but i'm gonna go hang out in gerudo town until we're down being mad at each other. cheers.' was that good?"

revali snorts. "gerudo town of all places, where men can't enter." link swats at his chest again, laughing. the rito only pulls link closer, keeping their foreheads pressed together. "i'd prefer it still if you stayed home." link hums, rubbing his thumbs against the gape of revali's beak, then reaches up to press his lips there.

"my heart's always at home with you," link whispers. "so no matter how far i am, i'll always be with you." he presses another kiss to revali's beak. "i love you, revali. i'll always be yours."

revali's eyes fall shut at the kiss and he chirps lowly. "my beloved songbird, i love you most. wherever you go, you have my heart with you."

they're so soft i'm crying ; ;; dumb stupid idiots in love with each other so bad, can't be away from each other for too long or else they start acting like they're gonna die... anyways yeah revali and link do not like to fight with each other like that past bickering like dummies because link is stubborn and revali is an asshole and both of their pride are bigger than the entirety of the hyrule landmass combined. if they were always fighting like that^, zelda would get so pissed she'd kill the both of them out of irritation.

🌡️ 6. What they would do if the other is sick?

i'll make this one shorter since i pretty much wrote two entire fics in that last number 😭 if you would like a fic version of this, let me know and i'll post that one to ao3 instead skdjfskjdf

both revali and link pretend that they're fine in the beginning and try to get on with their daily errands, but the difference between them is that revali will collapse after a day because he's dramatic and link will collapse after a week from exhaustion because he's an actual idiot.

revali is super dramatic about being sick, lying on the floor of their shared roost acting like he's going to die from illness meanwhile link is at the table, mixing herbs together to help with the symptoms and giggling at revali's antics. every time he bursts into sweet laughter, revali can't help but gaze fondly at his mate from the floor, falling in love with link a little more. link also still sleeps with revali in the hammock when he's sick and as a result, gets sick too. but even as he's coughing and sneezing in bed, link insists that getting sick for cuddles was worth it.

link hates it when revali molts though, because his feathers get fucking everywhere and he is sick of waking up with his mouth literally stuffed with revali's old feathers. they always move down to satori mountain right before revali's molt week because the warmer weather is better for his growing feathers and also because link doesn't like sleeping that close to revali because of the mouth-feathers. consequently, revali also hates molt week for this reason because he gets clingy and wants to cuddle link, but because of mouth-feathers, link doesn't want to cuddle. they're both suffering.

when link gets sick, he tries to push through the illness to keep running errands, train, and whatever is on his usual daily agenda. revali is not a fan of link being out of bed when he's sick, mostly because he instinctively wants to take care of his mate; to tend to link in the nest, feed him, preen him, and protect him as he recovers. link also likes being taken care of by revali, but he's also like. I promise tulin i'd train with him at the flight range today, and revali is like Too bad you're sick i'll tell teba to call off. even tulin is like "awh it's okay, master link! get better soon so we can train together! :>" and link wants to cry, because tulin is a cutie and he feels bad for having to call off. revali rolls his eyes and makes him get back in the hammock.

so what's new? nothing, because they're both dumb idiots when they're sick, as usual.

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #17: another brick in the wall (part 2)

[josephslittledeputy]

Willa really goes from

“Shame.” She watches them for a second, watches the realization wash over their face. Their muffled yell gets cut short when she smashes the butt of the gun against their temple, sending them to the ground. She knows she should have pulled the trigger—it was them or her after all—but she just… couldn’t do it. What did that make her? Weak? A traitor? What would she do when it was them or her?

to

The sound of gunshots, screams, and curses echo behind her and there’s a twinge in her stomach. Guilt. She pushes it down, down, way down, until it’s nothing but a passing flutter. She can't look back and she sure as hell can never get caught. Not again. Not even if it meant throwing someone else under the bus to save her own ass.

Goes from not even killing peggies to throwing civs under the bus in order to buy a few minutes of time to escape

[taetaespeaches]

Okay but like maybe Daisy and Joon can break up?? Just cause they had an angsty start doesn’t mean those issues wouldn’t come up again? Plus 2 people feeling that way??? I’m just saying “bring the pain”

Maybe?? It would be understandable if those issues or at least similar issues did come up again later on. I don’t think I would want to make them break up though bc I don’t want to minimize the growth Daisy did or like build a story line where they have to work out these serious of issues. But they could have a pretty big fight maybe?

[pygmi-says-hi]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox

[roylustang]

IM DEPRESSED AGAIN BC MY IT BAND HURTS

[coco6420]

me, (not daily) every time i write a story:

time spent:

plot:20 mins planning

writing:45 mins writing

talking to friends etc if im co-writing:20 mins

making character chartswith personalites etc: 15 mins

searching/thinking of for cool last names for my characters in order to make "cool" statements like: "Character A who has a cool last name does not usually eat triple goat cheese and vanilla chips,but for the sake of today,they subside,": 2 hours