#Smooth Smurf

[butterfrogmantis]

Art trade for @ghostfishdraw !

Smooth (c) The Smurfs

SmurfDove (c) Ghostfishdraw

[tanunigans]

Accidentally forgot to drop my last smurfs batches since my exams are over!

Carpenter, Laundry, Miner, Smooth, Spinner Mostly fancy bois. And Miner.

[zinkadear]

Smooth x Harmony

Smooth is a character that I only follow in @butterfrogmantis' AU, and it's kind of hard not picturing him and Harmony as cousins because of that.

But since in canon they aren't related, I could see Harmony having a little crush on him for awhile. He'd look up to and want to play with him.

I honestly don't remember if canon Smooth has a personality at all. I'm used to him being portrayed as a jerk, so if that were the case, Harmony would lose interest before long. If he were nice, I could see him actually letting Harmony play with him on occasion, even though the music would be hard on his ears.

[tparker48]

It was mid day when student’s traveled along the campus, many heading toward the gyms to get in their daily exercises. Along a slender pathway hugging the wall, Tykee followed through the hallway, watching as the bigger students flowed into their own designated spots. He moved to an elevator leading to a bench near a weighted bench, a cart with dumbbells resting along the edge as he grabbed a set for himself. The gym was lively as ever, he could barely see the mirror without bodybuilders passing by it.

Sitting along the bench, he worked out his arms to get them warmed up, his bulging biceps catching his gaze as they rose and fell with a flex of his arm. But a shadow loomed overhead, thick legs jiggling off the edge of the bench before shorts descended upon. The massive backside flattened him before he got the chance to move, the silky fabric grinded against the rubbery bench in a dull squeak.

“Oh man, what a perfect spot for a workout..”

That voice, he knew it’s scratchy tone from anywhere. He moved between the slim space to a glimmer of light off the end of the bench, pressure from the mass above causing him to friction against its increasing weight. He climbed through the gap to the outside, twisting himself around to push the ceiling for more room for himself.

 A finger caved it in, forcing a wheeze for his lungs. “Tek..”

His head loomed between his legs, a smug smile creeping across his face. “Well well, if it isn’t the little shit. I was wondering why this bench felt so comfy.”

“You know as much as I do that this bench was occupied. Go find yourself somewhere else to down-” A fart escaped from the depths of giant shorts, a blast of air knocking into his face.

“The bench is free to use by ‘people’ of the gym, not squirts who can barely lift a pencil” Tek said, scratching at the back of his ear. He looked down to Tykee’s writhing face, smirking to himself as fingers cushioned his frowsty fabric over his face. Besides, I rather like this spot, especially with a friend stealer keeping my tush warm.

Another blast squeezed from his body, a satisfying grunt escaping from him as Tykee was gassed by its sulfuric scent. The little guy’s palm slipped along the smooth short to escape the farts path, climbing an inch out from the slim gap as he clutched at the bulky groin crashing at his torso. He tried to wiggle himself out, but a finger pinned at his back, pushing him back into the fluters of the bully’s foul farts.

“All those workouts and still you're as weak as ever,” Tek swiveled his fingers around his crotch, stamping in the middle of it to smother Tykee beneath. “No wonder you need Relin around so much.”

“That’s enough,Tek.”

He looked up from his crouched position, a curious smile marking his face. “Speak of the devil, the protective puppy dog himself.” 

 “What do you think you're doing Tykee?”

“Why nothing at all.” Tek leaned down to gaze at the struggling limbs beneath his crotch, swirling his finger around it. “Me and the little were just having a little fun, isn’t that right.”

“Get. Off him.”

Tek’s smile faded, rolling his eyes as he took to his knees. He placed his weight to his legs and lifted him off from Tykee, but not giving him a heavy gift of flatulence from his backside. As the little guy fanned at the air, he approached Relin. 

“Whatever, I was getting bored anyway.” he said. “What happened between the two of us, Relin? We used to be so tight. Dominating over the little smurfs while we run the joint. But despite it all, you give for..this little shit?”

“That ‘little shit’ is my friend. Not that you would know the meaning of it.”

Tek clenched his fist at the statement, his nostrils flaring into the air. With a stressful breath,  his smug smile returned. “At least I know the meaning of being top dog, tut to each their own.” he brushed past Relin’s shoulder, moving toward the locker rooms. “See you later, losers”

He vanished behind the swinging doors, his spiky hair vanishing from the window. Relin released a deep sigh, relaxing his muscles as he took to Tykee’s side. The little guy snorted at the air, rubbing at his nostril to clear the sour scent left behind. But a meaty palm scooping beneath him brought him out of it, lifting him to his concerned friend.

“Are you alright bud, he didn’t hurt you did he? I swear he did I’ll-”

“I'm fine, fine, just a little winded is all.” he replied. “But I could use a bit of febreeze”

The two shared fistbumps before the palm placed him into the shirt pocket, the bug guy proceeding to walk to carry on with the rest of his gym activities. The two went through the weighting room to catch up on the little’s one’s sets. Thanks to Tek’s meddling, he had a load to push through before he got on track. But with the help of his giant friend, they were done by the time it reached the afternoon, taking the lockers as the students died down. 

Relin took to his pocket, lowering Tykee to the metal bench as he turned toward the restrooms. “I’ll be right back, little buddy. I gotta uh..let out some air.” they shared waves before he disappeared behind the corner, leaving the little guy free reign to venture on his own in the locker room.

Time passes as he awaits along the metal  bench, pacing from end to the other as he gazed at the far corner. He’s been in there for a while, how much air did he have to let out?  Students passed through to the other side as they entered the building, TYkee taking to the otherside to avoid crossing their path. He flipped at his phone for any messages, scrolling to his contacts as he tapped at Relin’s name.

"Alone again." A voice called from behind him, his gaze turning to Relin's ex best friend. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you're starting to like being around me.”

"God, not you again.” TYkee turned to the corner of the pathway. 

A sneaker stepped in his pass, bumping him against the spongy heel. "Hold on, I just want to talk.”

"Last time you said talked, you threw me into the trash bin"

“Okay..Granted. But I want to talk again, I mean this time.”

Tykee glared at the towering giant, releasing a sigh as he crossed his arms. “What do you want?”

“I just want to come and tell you your..our best friend is going through a grave pain.”

“Grave pain? What are you talking about? He looks just fine.”

“That's the thing, there’s nothing wrong with him on the inside, it’s the inside. Haven’t you noticed he goes to the bathroom alot. Holding his gut as if he were about to hurl?”

Tykee looked to the corner of the bathroom, returning back to Tek. “In..some way.”

“So you have noticed, oh poor unfortunate little guy. It’s such a shame he never told you about his cramps. I was just in his locker and he forgot about his..No, I shouldn’t tell you, it’s best if Relin tells you once he’s ready.”

“Tek, you better start spilling. What did he forget?”

“It’s too embarrassing to talk about, I must show you.” he extended a palm out toward him.

Tykee palmed at his face, looking toward the locker rooms. He still hasn’t  recovered from his antiques from earlier, even standing here he couldn't stomach being this close. But if Relin’s is  forgetting something he needed, he had to at least hear him out. “Fine, show me. But I swear if you so much as-”

“Perfect!” Tek plucked him from the ground, sending butterflies through Tykee’s stomach as he wisped through the locker room pathways. The meaty moved like boundary pillars, tenderizing his body like a marshmallow in efforts to keep him from falling off.

The palm moved like a swingset, jerking Tykee from side to side as Tek moved around the approaching corners. He pounded at his thumbs, prying its pressure off his waist. " Slow down, you fool! You’re gonna crush me!"

"Nonsense, this is just to make sure you're all buckled. Can't have Relin's second friend fly off into the skylight now can we?"

He zoomed through the lockers to the far end corner. Turning around another corner, he came to a halt at a crossway, Relin's name tag sticking along the locker room doors. Tykee clinged to his fingers, his own limbs shaking from the giant's dashing around. But the palm zoomed toward the ground, widening itself as he was flung to the floor.

“Oww..” He scratched at his aching backside, a sneaker stepping past him as Tek faced him.

“We've arrived, you really hang on tight, resilient.”

“You can save the flatterry for later.” Tykee dusted himself off. “What’s Relin missing that you of all people would be worried about?”

He placed a hand along hip, moving forward towards Relin’s locker. Opening the door, a slendered box fell onto the floor, toppling his feet. “It’s in here, he needs it to stop the nuisance bothering him..”

“What nuisance?’  Tykee asked him, approaching his feet. even  in this vary moment, he winced at the thought of telling him, draping an over his head as if he had a fever. “Unbelievable. fine , I'll go check it myself.”

Tek lowered the box to the ground, holding it just enough to peek through its abyss. His smile never seemed genuine, too genuine for Tykee’s taste. But he sucked it up with a heavy sigh, tilting into the small opening of the box. Paperwear raked at his back from the sealing scattered, the floor as tick as mudd as he trudged forward. It was like moving through a swamp, his feet frictioning as his sneakers slipped to his socks. What kind of nuisance was he dealing with, Mice? He picked up his phone, turning the flash to the ground. An Elastic fabric spread stretched to the end of the box, paper bordering the path. He pointed to the ceiling, writing scattered like arts in a cave. 

He squinted at its inked lettering. "Here lies the nuisance? What even is it?"

"Its you.." A finger tackled into the floor, smearing him belly up. It stuck to him like a glue trap, locked against its surface as he struggled to get free. The ceiling of the box opened, a palm hoisting him into the air to Tek’s beaming face. "Got you right where I want you."

"Tek!! What is the meaning of this? Release me!"

"You're in no position to give demands to a friend stealer."

"Friend stealer?!"

"It was because of you my friendship with Relin was sunk! All because of his oh so protective attitude." He pushed a finger against Tykee’s stomach stomach, pushing him deeper into the gooey mess. "If it weren't for you, I would still have my best friend, we could have achieved so much together, but instead he threw it away to become some pipsqueak's babysitter."

His clothes started to seeth, ripping off from his shoulders. "It beats..being a sick puppy wanting attention-mph!" A finger covered in glue moved over his face, glossing over his lips.

"I swear how you managed to coax that oaf is beyond me. But seeing how far apart you two go, that gives me just the right plan to get revenge on you." He opened the locker room for Relin, grabbing pairs of underwear stacked beneath. One by one, he snipped at the elastic pack with scissors, turning them into slips of confetti before tossing them back into the locker.

"If I recall, Relin loves spicy foods. I wasn’t kidding about his little nuisance, keeps them underwraps with his special underwears. Buut, what if he only had a single pair left in his locker." Tek eyed tykee's face,  wide eyed and pale as sweat dripped from his face. It was all the confirmation he needed before a smile spread across his face. "Now you're catching. There’s no stopping him once his ass gets to going. Heh, fortunately there's a pair I managed to 'save' to disperse ther disaster.

A door creaked open from the other end of the lockers, cleats clacking at the floor as crowds approached.

"And right on cue.." He stretched the underwear to get one last gaze at Tykee, the little guy still wide eyed before he was slingshotted into the locker.

Tyke looked beyond the holes in the panel, shouting from his glued lips to deter him from doing this. But all  he got was the view of the edge of the lockers, Tek's spiky hair moving backwards.

A familiar voice soon spoke. "What are you doing at my locker,Tek!"

"Nothing really..sight seeing is all." He replied, a snark escaping from him.

"Well sight see somewhere else, I don't want to waste my time with you than I can with Tykee."

"Suit yourself."

A form blocked the holes, the hinges unlocking as Relin looked inside. The little guy muffled for his attention,his tongue  tapping at the glued lips as they slowly parted. A palm reached over, picking up strips of the shredded fabric. "Why am I not surprised, does he have any decency to not touch my stuff?" Relin said, letting the shreds wither from his palm  to the pads below.

Tek looked through the small slit within the underwear as the palm reached for him, tugging the underwear upward and into the light. His vision spun around, flipping from green elastic fabric to the squared ceiling as Relin moved around. A pair of meaty bare legs stepped into the holes, surrounding him like pillars as they guided to a titanic ass. Its mounds jiggled like jello, flexing as Relin bet his knees to the floor.

"At least I still have this pair.." He hoisted the waistband up.

Tykee tensed as hands moved him upward, skyrocketing to the bare backside as if it were a theme park ride. It widened at the thighs, the giant mounds looming over the space as the round surface spooned and filled it. He winced as asshairs tickled at his face, quickly replaced by bubbled flesh as musky warmth washed overhead. 

Tykee squirmed to release himself, worming between the glued fabric and fleshy mounds. But a cylinder-like object prodded at his back. "The padding’s a bit off centered, of course he'd leave the wonky one untouched." The object pushed harder, burrowing Tykee deeper between his glutes.

Hairs and flesh parted away, making way for him as he climbed deeper up the mounds. Slowly he approached the dark pink puckered star resting at the center, a pinch of toilet paper nipped between its folds as slime oozed from its center. Tykee's eyes widened at the sight, muffling harder to remove the glue. Just as gaps appeared from the sticky substance, damp flesh filled them as the object holding him climbed to the back of his head.

"Re..lin.."

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"Mmm! That should get it comfortable enough to move.." Relin tucked at the back of his waist. The lump in the middle still resided, turning into a clump of fabric sunk between his mounds. "Fuck it, I'll deal with it later. "

He pulled up his pants and locked the locker door, peering from the end of the hall to his ex best friend looking at him. His giddy expression sent a chill down his spine, giggling to himself like some schoolgirl. What the heck was he laughing at anyway? Relin pondered on the possibilities, turning his backside to his direction.

His grumbling stomach yearned for his attention, tossing its fat over his waist to point to the door. "Hmph, I suppose getting some food couldn't hurt. All this speculating has me craving the munchies." He grabbed his bags, hoisting it over his shoulders and hauling it to the door. 

He marched through the courtyard on campus, maneuvering himself through a sea of students. His underwear slowly climbed up his thigh, crumpling in itself as it tasted something sour. It brushed against his hole, an itch slowly resonating before an agitated finger dug inside the mounds. "Damn thing's giving me a wedgie.." He grunted, using the face as a scratcher to ease the burning itch. 

He huffed as his fingers sunk into the tender flesh, sweat making his grip slicker fabric smothered against his butthole. Strange, he never had this kind of padding before, it felt soft, and squishy. He swirled his fingers absently to get a feel of the cylinder like pad, but could feel its smooth lump as it rocked from one side of his ass to the other.

Digging his fingers out from his now stained backside, he shrugged before adjusting his bag. "Huh, must be one of Tek's toys. Figures, no wonder that bastard was giggling at me." He squeezed his glutes together, smiling as a soft squish met his ears. "Bet he thinks I'm grateful for the extra padding. Oh, I'll show him just how grateful my ass is. Rugby style."

He entered the dining room hall and entered the line, grabbing several plates from the stationery before setting them along his tray. He went shopping as he visited the spicy foods from the cultural section of the diner, sampling hot peppered dishes and hot sauce from his cooking friend interning there. 'Belly scorcher' he called it, he didn't know how they managed to get their hands on that kind of sauce, but it made his stomach fire artillery after it settled. Perfect for Tek's cushion.

Scavenging through the rest of the diner, he sat down at one of the booths near the doors,  setting his selected dishes as he sniffed at the steam flowing from. "Perfect.." He huffed, selecting the spicy dish with a little bit of hot sauce.

He sat there and went to town upon the selected dishes, wolfing them to his belly that began to distend into the booth’s table. He could sense the states from his fellow students, watching him devour the dishes with just a single lift of his fork. Chomp after chomp, each plate disappeared as crumbs were all that remained. By the time the evening had arrived, he was as stuffed as a turkey as the last pepper was chewed upon.

He took a sip from his water, releasing a satisfied sigh into the air. "That's the stuff." He rubbed over his bloated belly, the pressure built inside squeezing in its chamber in efforts to digest them. Bubbling from within himself caught his attention, entering into his intestine in a barrage of gas bubbles. "and so it begins."

He pushed the table away with his gut, waddling to the entrance of the diner as he went back to the gym. Tykee may be there already, he didn't want to stink the dorm and hear him groan about it. And he wouldn't have the stomach to let it all rip, at least not there. But he did know a place where he could, heading into the locker room as he made his way through the pathways. He entered the back area of the office doors, the pearly white coloring of the locker turning to a dark green as he followed it to an abandoned pathway. 

"The old nurse's room, a place where all your boo boo's get better. But bandages ain't gonna cut it for this one." He locked the door, taking off his shorts as he kicked them to the metal table. He sat along the cushioned bed next to the walls and scratched at his legs, hoisting them over in a wide spread as he bent them on top. "My ass is catching fire, time to empty the chute.."

He cupped a cheek apart from his ass, easing his finger back between his crack. He guided the center back to his hole, fingering its wrinkles to reach the fire that approached. The slick slime seeped from its folds, soaking into his fingers as its foul stench made even him wince. Yup, the hot sauce sure did the trick, he'd best be careful not to push too hard, he didn't want his favorite place to become a bathroom zone. He had to clog it with something, but all that presented itself in the room were popsicle sticks and gloves.

More slime raced out from his crinkled star, his fingers patting to cover it up. His attention soon was brought to the cushion beneath the layer, his fingers resting on a flat surface, a stem connecting to a bulbous end. It was moveable to the touch, and bended easily beneath his finger. Tek must've made this cushion with a special ornament. Huh, how convenient, it was just the thing he was looking to clog himself with.

He fondled against it to push it inside, his hole nipping at his fingers to accept its new gift. It wobbled around sporadically, dancing around his fingertips as it squashed into the corner of the meaty flesh. "Hard to grab this thing is. come on, hold still" 

He used his fingers like tweezers, hoping to block its motion to guide it inside. He managed to catch it between two of his fingers, sinking in his hole as they stamped the bulbous end into its kiss with a messy squelch.

A muffled whisper pierced the air, Relin pausing as he looked toward the door. When nothing appeared, he simply shrugged. "Must be someone still in the locker room. They seem far, I'd best get on with it before they get curious."

He pushed his fingers deeper before swirling around his asshole, stirring the small stem like a spoon through its meaty insides as the bubbles arrived. It tackled his ass in a large boom, faint pressure easing through the anus’ folds as it blew bubbles. With a squeeze, it traveled through his rectum like a lava lamp, a sharp hiss easing its ways to the outside before it motored from his ass and into the fabric.

"That's it..slide right out." He huffed to himself, using the bulbous end to smear into the folds to widen the path of his crinkled star. "I gotta admit one thing to that bastard..mm..this ornament is hittin’ all the right corners."

He clenched his asshole around the ornament, pulling his legs closer to his chest to pump at his taint. He looked at his underwear, a star shaped stain resonating from his ass crack. Huh, so Tek put a star inside his underwear, by the way it danced along his ass, it must be a gummy one. He huffed as he fondled at the back of it, feeling its lumped shape squish between him. The end trapped in between his anus was a slippery one, he could feel it tickling his body as it pulled out. But wasn't a few pokes couldn't handle to send it back in it spot.

"Im started to get clogged back there.." He pressed at the back of the stain, pressing the star beneath deeper. The bulbous end pushed through the second ring, letting air trapped inside a window to escape to the outside.

It was bliss to feel its air release itself, but it was short lived when the swift breeze turned to a watery turrent, brownish sludge turning the underwear brown. He flicked his hand away, scoffing at the earthy aroma soaking his fingers. "Shit, almost shit myself. that's not good..." he borrowed one of the gloves on the counter, placing one on which he held his palm between his cheeks. With its squishes becoming more force, he knew he had seconds before he exploded. He waddled deeper into the abandoned locker way, finding a curtain resting along the walls as a toilet rested there. 

he crashed upon its lid, unleashing the flood gates as his rectum fired its ammo into the bowl. "ah fuck.." he huffed to himself, unbending his legs as his insides deflated.

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It's been minutes since Relin relieved himself, the shower running as his feet pranced beneath a shower curtain. His underwear laid rest on the corner walls, a dark brown stain mark streaking up the middle of it, and in the center, was Tykee, still glued as he stared at the ceiling. The air was sour, and salty slime flicked at his eyes and nose. The glue sticking against himself was half gone, his lips able to move just slightly to get a breath.

"Re..lin..Re..lin..Relin!" he managed to mutter, struggling to get himself free from his gluey prison, facing the curtain as he worked to tilt his gaze beneath the curtain.

a sneaker stepped into his view, tugging the end of the underwear to a shadow looming above. There stood Tek, his beaming smile filling his view as he placed his hands at his hips. Tykee raced to say something, but one of the large digits pressed at his mouth, the free hand reaching around the corners of the underwear as it crupled its form.

"No..n..Relin-" the underwear fit perfectly in the palm of the bully's hand, smashing Tykee in world of dark blue fabric and musty stains. he tried calling to him through its grasp, but they were outmatched by the running water, Tek hauling him away as he left the oblivious Relin to shower in piece.

-

the next day, Tek came into the locker roms to grab his things for his daily exercises, spotting Relin at the spot he usually picks up Tykee. The poor fool's still looking for the little twerp, how sad. He snickered as he approached him, holding back his laughter as best he could. "Look who it is, it's the puppy dog, heh, with no bone to guard. Still haven't found him yet huh? tsk, that's a shame."

Relin growled, gripping at his shirt. "I don't have time for your antiques today, Tek. Tykee's missing somewhere, and I'm going to find him"

"Good luck with that." he smiled, slinking from his grasp. "last I heard, that little guy was transferring somewhere, guess all that sitting must've gone to his head."

"he..he wouldn't do that, he would have told if-"

"If?" Tek chuckled. "such a shame that your little toy didn't tell you a thing. guess you two weren’t as tight as you thought?"

"I'm..I'm calling him, he couldn't have transferred. he couldn't!" he stormed off, talking to his phone as its ring echoed through the locker.

"Best of luck to you'' Tek said, watching him disappear behind the crowd. "Idiot."

He grabbed his things from his lockers, heading to the exit as he moved through the campus. He paraded around the courtyard like he won the lottery, laughing to himself as he took to the dormitories. he entered his room, humming as he dropped his bags in the living room. He danced into his bedroom, putting his mouthpiece away as moved to his computer. but a noise came from the closet, a smile peering across his face.

"Where are my manners, I forgot to greet my new lucky charm." He pulled the door away to a glass jar resting on a pedestal, Tyke strapped to its glass. "How's my little fart catcher doing?'

"you're sick, you know that?

he laughed at the comment. "Me? you're the one sitting in an underwear he crapped on. I'd say you'd take a whole cake for that.'" he grabbed the jar, wincing at its stench in amusement as he carried it over to his computer chair. he placed the glass with the hole in the center of the cushion, grabbing the lid of the jar as he twisted a cushion at the opening.

Tykee watched as the lid screwed on. "Enjoy it while you can, Tek. Because Relin will kick your ass for this!"

"that oaf? He’s having a friendship crisis after your 'transfer'. He won't be seeing that, or you for that matter."

he pulled down his pants, cupping his cheeks as he sat upon the jar, he crowned his mounds against the rim like a head cap, his asshole centering at the hole in the middle as it winked in place. he squeezed at his body, farting a blast into the jar. he could hear little tyke inside cough at his stench, carbonated heat filling the chamber before its stench climbed at the hole.

"Phew, that rank even for me." 

"You bastard-" a fart interrupted him, hissing a gust over him like an air conditioner.

"I wouldn't try to speak, less you want to know what protein tastes like after it's passed through an intestine. As for the smell..well, deal with it." He eased another blast, its gas enriched with the stench of his bowels as Tykee shouted. He reached for the cork along the counter, stuffing it into the hole . "there, that should be enough."

he tilted forward as his balls drooped over the glass, watching Tykee squirm to to escape his fart oven. he mile grew wider, a finger tapping at the glass. "I'm so gonna enjoy you, my little fart catcher."

[t0mcruize123]

The Alpha is spawned

This is a John Taylor Alpha smut with themes some people may find triggering (it’s sigma aura is lethal) so if ur mildly scared or worried about reading I suggest u don’t to preserve ur own safety👩🏿‍🦲🫶 this is written for my freakmate @mqverick and others may find it confusing and disgusting so tread lightly guys!!!……Xx

“Jawnnnny boy” I looked at John with a smirk, “I made a new Christmas song.”

"Ok what is it?" Said John, trying to chew on his meat he was eating

(that won't be the only meat ;))

"Okay here it goes,” I breathed in deeply, readying myself to sing the song I’d worked so hard on…,

“ON THE 5TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME:

FIVE STDDDDS, FOUR CUM SHOTS, THREE FRENCH MEN, TWO LARGE DILDOS,

AND ALOT OF CUM, IN MY ASSHOLE.”

"Wow Jerome that was... Something" said John, looking disturbed.

"Well you clearly enjoyed it, look at that boner" I said pointing to the shaft in his pants.

"Well.. I.. Uh." John said panicking, blushing in the process. I got up and put my finger on his lips

"SHSHSHSHS CHILD, Im a magician, and I can make that boner disappear" I said seductively.

John jizzed in response.

"Jerome.. Just fuck me..." Said John, with lust filling his eyes

I laughed, and I stepped away him.

"John, you're my Christmas present and I can't open (dat ass ) until it's 12th because that's how Christmas works!" I said with a smug smile

He sighed, and got up from the chair and walked towards me, his clothed erection touching my thigh

"Ok fine, but just so you know.. you'll regret making me wait" said john with a grin as he slapped my ass and walked away into his room

I gave it no thought and just shrugged it off

Oh but I was wrong

So very wrong.

On the 12th of December there was a blue Smurf moon and I could hear John howling with the rest of his pack. He was taking a fat shit and I walked in “on accident” to smell that wonderful dung.

"JEROME GET OUT" I ran like a flash not wanting john to throw the dung at me even tho it smelt delicious.

“Did u walk in on the alpha shitting?” Nick asked, “was it as glorious as I imagined?”

“Even more so,” I hummed and sat down on the bed. John came out of the bathroom with a brown booty hole and satisfied smile, “I just shat and cummed at the same time, you were right Jerome it’s the way of the future.”

“Nicholas could you give me and jawnny some privacy please?” I giggled y/n style.

“Sure thing, have fun you two gay bastards,” he smirked and trotted away.

When the door finally closed, I grinned at bbg John and slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal rock hard abs, WRONG! There was nothing but smooth skin and my inner organs salvated at the sight. I ran my fingers thru his luscious wavy locks and he tipped his head back in sigma style.

“Jerome uwu,” he whimpered, “Give it to me mommy.”

I grabbed hus thong string and pulled it as far as it’d stretch before letting go. The thong slapped against his tight little bum hole and he almost released at the sensation.

I bent low and slowly pulled down his thong to reveal his throbbing member. It twitched like an Alpha ready to hunt and the idea of his piss claiming me made me tremble. My sensitive bud of nerves was desperate for his long bony fingers but I halted.

I slowly rubbed my hand down his shaft and he giggled and whimpered uwu style, hopping and jumping into my touch like a wild boy gone mad.

His eyes darkened as the waves of ecstasy approached and a muscle in his jaw tightened. The moonlight highlighted the sharp planes of his face, all due to the mewing, and I felt a secret formula coat my thighs.

“You’re mine,” he howled as I edged him harder, “I own you.”

“Just because he’s black-“

I jumped as a strong black man came into view, dressed in tropical shorts with his hair swinging in brilliant braids.

“I’m Jamal, Jerome’s hotter sexier drippier wetter sloppier brother” jamal shook johns hand, “wanna see a real cock?”

John roared as his cum spurred out like a fountain, sending me flying into the far window and covered in his sloppy juices.

“I’m ur guilty pleasure,” John grinned, “crawl to me Jerome.”

Did he think I was a spider?

He pulled my hair roughly and I felt my wig rip a lil. I cringed and John looked down at me.

“Call me master.”

I stared at his thick meaty sausage..was he going to teach me kung fu? I looked back at the moon and released he was alphalating at that time on month. He needed to be locked up before he became to powerful.

He snarled in anger and jamal grabbed his cock, spinning it like a helicopter and John felt himself arriving, lifting up into the heavens.

“Jamal what are you doing?” I pulled John back down to planet earth, “we need to lock him up-“

“Tell Simon I say hi” Jamal grinned as he rubbed him faster, his cock flying at Mega speed as he lifted up.

“I’ll never forget you Jerome,” John confessed as he flew, “I own you forever and ever,”

“Tell a trusted adult,” jamal told me and I rushed to find Nick for help. I came back to see jamal had transformed into dobby and was frantically throwing all his socks at John.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

“Dobby won’t be owned, dobby will be freeee!!”

Eddie weddie walked into the room, his pale arse as bright as the moon and his fat, long, fiddle as brilliant as a thousand orange stars.

“What’s the ud?” He asked.

“John turned alpha during sex and jamal helicoptered his cock so he’s flying into space,” I explained, “we need help.”

“I’ve got this.”

Ed walked up to John, kissed his neck, took his hand, and gave him the sloppiest, wettest, most jaw breaking, world ending, dick shrivelling, head of his life and John blasted into outer space, little kid sperm shooting out like a rocket.

He flew away and I watched the loml disappear to his true home with the rest of the three long legged people. I smiled and blew a kiss..

And then shat so drastically my panties disintegrated and I had to use dobby as a butt plug. Nick and Ed bent low and emitted the most gas chamber farts they’d been brewing the whole night, showing their respect to Alpha John,

As the gas became too much to handle and the shit trickled down my knee, my arse beginning to sneeze, I inhaled deeply and died a happy shitty death.

Thanks for reading guys UWU :(

#ur mental health matters

[crackedpumpkin]

Ngl, i thought you would made a rottmnt leo AU where he's a smurf

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"You've got to be kidding me."

Leo looks from the costume in his hand to you with pure glee in his eyes, hugging them close to his plastron.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it!" He gushes, only to gasp when you pull out a blonde wig from the shopping bag in your hands, where his halloween costume had previously been stored in.

You hand it to him, plopping it onto his bald head with as much grace as one can muster when they're about to dress up as a smurf for halloween.

"Well, don't you look pretty as a picture."

"I know! It's just missing a little...je ne sais quoi." He hums, tapping a finger on his chin in thought before his expression brightens. He moves to grab a flower from the bouquet he'd gifted you moments ago when you'd just walked into the lair, tucking a single flower into flowing locks of blonde.

"Remind me why I'm dating you again?" You ask fondly with a shake of your head, cheeks flushed with second-hand embarrassment. Sure, you were the one that suggested this as a joke, but your boyfriend had taken it upon himself to fulfil said joke to the best of his ability.

"Because I'm going to be the best dressed at the ball, obviously." He snorts, rolling his eyes playfully at you. Humming in agreement, you sit on his bed and unpack the blue paint you brought with you.

"Oh! We're really going all out on this, aren't we?" Leo exclaims brightly, practically bounding over and placing his head on your lap. Your fingers cup his chin, tilting his face up towards you as you dip your brush in the pot of blue paint - the exact same shade of his bandanna.

"Yup." Your response is short, all your focus now on making this boyfriend of yours the best goddamn smurf to ever step foot into a costume party.

His eyes close, nose scrunching slightly at the ticklish sensation your brush provides as it paints over his smooth green skin. Once you're done painting his forehead and cheeks, you pause for a moment to dip your brush back into the pot.

However, once you turn back to continue painting, you pause. His eyes are still shut, his lips slightly pursed into a pout with your thumb barely brushing against the corner of his mouth. You can't help the chuckle that tumbles past your lips, utterly enamoured by Leo's very presence, even if his face was about to become baby blue.

You lean down, brushing your lips against his with a soft smile. His eyes slowly open, grinning widely. You raise a brow in response, only for him to hum in amusement.

"You just kissed a smurf."

"Guess that's something to tick off the bucket list."

— — — — (Alternatively) — — — — —

"What do you mean you won't go as a smurf?"

"I thought it's what I wanted, but...not anymore."

Your jaw drops at Leo's response, standing up indignantly. "You thought you wanted it?? You begged me to buy it for you!"

"i only did it so you'd be happy!" He groans out an exasperated reply, regarding you with an unamused gaze. You frown, already feeling your temper flaring up.

"Fine then. Ditch it like how you ditch all other things when they don't suit you. Forget about accountability or whatever. I don't even know why I spent the money to make you happy." You say bitterly, the words like a sour note on your tongue.

You storm out of his room, grabbing the purse and leaving behind the bouquet he'd given you earlier with a sweet smile before dropping the sudden news on you.

He knew how important this is for you, to go in a matching couple's costume to the ball. He'd be smurfette, while you'd dress up as Gargamel. it was all planned out, even if it'd started off as an offhanded joke that snowballed into the both of you taking it seriously.

Now, you have your costume to discard, along with the makeup and wig bought from the shop. You had splurged on the costumes, only to be repaid in kind by Leo's inconsiderate ass.

"Whatever." You huff, unlocking the door to your apartment and heading to your room. You didn't need smurfette anyway. Technically Gargamel was his own true love, so you being alone is more than enough.

You plop onto your bed with a halfhearted yell of anger, punching your pillow weakly before sighing in defeat. You bury your face into the sheets, though not even the comforting scent of your softener is enough to offset your temper.

Whatever. You didn't need him anyway.

— — — — —

a/n: what the fuck did i just write.

[snickety-lemons]

Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better!

Oh hello, this was such a nice little thing to find in my notifs! tagged by: @smooth-mccrimmonal

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Last song listened to?

El Dorado, Death Cab For Cutie.

Currently reading?

Bleak House by Charles Dickens and Discworld 1: The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett.

Currently watching?

Doctor Who, Sapphire & Steel

Inspector Morse, Dalziel and Pascoe, and Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Elementary and also the Jeremy Brett Sherlocks

Blue's Clues, Franklin, and Between The Lions

Red Dwarf, A Fine Romance, and Maid Marian and Her Merry Men

Perry Mason, Columbo, and Murder She Wrote

Glee

Darkwing Duck, Kim Possible, Goof Troop, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Wizards of Waverly Place, The Muppet Show

The Smurfs, multiple iterations of Scooby-Doo

lots of intermittency between things with more being rewatches than not sksksk - I don't have a p r o b l e m.

Currently obsessed with?

The Man From U.N.C.L.E the series, fucking G O D this gay ass show truly has me in its clutches... The Witcher, only bolstered by me now getting into The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. RPGs in general, I've been through most of The Elder Scrolls and Dragon Age and I'm like m u c h more hooked than I used to be. And, The Amazing Devil- it's not just music, it's a wholeass lifestyle.

Tagggging... @toapoet, @joeysjaskier, @witch-and-her-witcher, @theniftycat, @speggle, and @our-future-is-up-to-us-2.

Hope you enjoyed this little slice of Lemons!

[ac-fandom]

Smurf the are gay are:

Vanity

Braniy

Baker

Passive aggressive

Smooth

Party Planner

Cluessel

Barber

Miller

Wooly

Rocky

Glammy

Actor

Tracker

Sweepy

Panicky

Archeologist

Nurse

Lucky

Laundry

Fireman

Policeman

[phantom-rambling]

(Read part one first.)

Tim sits on the couch with his legs folded under him. He bounces a knee to try to keep himself calm as he stares at the body strewn on the brown chaise cushion opposite him.

Unconscious body. Not dead body. They are pretty cold, though. No matter what Tim does to warm them up or wake them. But they’re breathing. A little. Should he get them to a hospital? Is there even a hospital to go to? Maybe if he went back--just for a second. He could dump them there and run. Of course, they’ll talk when they wake up. “It’s simple, nurse. Me, a superhero person, almost died in this crazy magic nowhere house I found. The guy there fed me crappy eggs, erased the stairs, morphed into a smurf, and then told me his legal name.” Smooth move, Turner. That won’t raise any alarms.

He could make them not tell. But. No. He really shouldn’t. It’d probably just get him in more trouble in the long run, anyway.

He’s been dancing around the point with this argument for an hour.

It’s too late. He’s already toast.

Tim looks at the body. They’re wearing some school gym shirt. Some jeans. Sneakers. Black hair. Patchy stubble. Zit marks.

They were never here to hurt him. They’re just… some dude. Who got lost. Weird powers or not.

Tim’s guts wind up with guilt. He rubs his face.

The body’s foot twitches. It hasn’t done that so far.

Tim leans forward and raises a pointer finger, then hesitates.

He pokes the foot.

The guest’s head jerks up, along with the rest of them. About a foot off the couch, with hangtime. They pull themself back down when they see Tim.

Tim breathes a huge sigh of relief.

His guest’s eyes dart around the room before noticing that he’s lost his weird glowy clothes.

“Yeah you fainted,” Tim throws out. “You didn’t look hurt but–I mean you’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I think I’m okay,” the guest replies slowly.

“Good. Things got kind of scary for a second there. Hey, how did you do the whole quick change trick?”

The guest glances away with their mouth pressed in frustration.

“It’s a secret. Nobody’s supposed to see it happen.” They take a phone out of their pocket and start trying to get it to work.

“Oh. Then, don’t worry. Never happened.” Tim waves a hand dismissively.

The guest looks up.

“Really?”

Tim nods.

“Dude, I tried to shoot you.”

Tim shrugs.

“That phone’s probably dead, by the way,” he remarks, not skipping a beat. “And you might need another nap. I went out there once, and I wound up eating half the food in the house and sleeping all day. I think it uses cool shiny stuff to lure people into it, but it doesn’t work if you just use a lasso.” Tim swallows his nerves. “You probably came here from somewhere else, and you were really confused and sick, and I just made that worse by being a cagey jerk. And I’m really sorry.”

His guest puts the phone away and sits up.

“It’s fine. I’ve had much worse, trust me. Where are we, though--really?”

“This is my house. I made it.”

“Yeah, but where is it?”

“Well, it’s hard to explain, but–it’s a pocket in space. Temporarily. I’m the one who’s just passing through. I really wasn’t trying to scare you. I’m just not that good at using… this stuff I have. I can’t even get food to taste right. Or get this to stop.” He points at his hair, which has slowed to a lazy gradient of yellow, blue, and green.

“Why’d you make your house into a labyrinth?”

“I dunno. I was just copying stuff out of a magazine, and I kept needing more room. But seriously. If I don’t tell anybody about you, you can’t tell anybody about me or my house.” He gets up on his knees and puts his hands together in plea. “I would be so, so screwed.”

The guest smirks sympathetically.

“Deal. Uh, what was your name again?”

“It’s Tim. He/him.”

They extend a hand to shake.

“Same here. I’m Danny. Danny Phantom, professionally.”

Tim takes it firmly.

“That’s a rad name! I guess you see weird stuff like this all the time, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially out here. I ran into a crab monster that almost took my head off.”

“There are monsters in the black void thing?”

“No, no. In the Ghost Zone.”

“The...”

"The big green place attached to the real world. I can’t imagine how anything could survive in the trench I fell into.”

Tim goes numb.

“...You okay?”

“I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE FISHING FOR MONTHS, AND THERE WAS A WHOLE WORLD JUST OUTSIDE THE BLACK PART?! ALSO–GHOSTS? YOU’RE A GHOST?!” Tim claps a hand over his mouth. “Ohh. That was the secret, wasn’t it?”

Danny chuckles.

“Well, I kinda gave it away,” he admits. “I’m half ghost. Er, a cross-dimensional mutant, depending on how you look at it.”

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

“But you must be, too. How else could you do stuff like this?” Danny gestures at the pitcher still on the table.

Tim sits back and folds his arms defensively. His hair darkens to magenta.

“I–I’m not. I mean, I’m not super sure I know much of anything about this, anymore. But I can’t tell you any of what I do know. If I say too much, it’ll raise a red flag, and some guys will find me who are trying to take me away and wipe my memory. Or throw me in jail. Prob’ly both.” He rubs his elbows nervously. “Pretty sure I’m not dead, though.”

Danny’s eyebrows knit.

“Are these guys government agents in suits?”

Tim shakes his head.

“Uh. Well. Sometimes. They could technically look like anything, but the ones at the top usually just wear robes.”

“Are they ancient judgemental blobs of goop with a big eye in the middle?”

“Uh, the first and second things, yes. Third and fourth things, no.”

“Huh.”

Tim looks down and catches himself picking at his fingernails. There are little chips of lime green paint on the sofa cushion. He opens a hand, and a thick rubber band appears out of thin air in a tiny puff of dust.

Danny winces, fighting a sneeze.

“That’s it. That’s what’s been bugging me,” he exclaims, rubbing his nose with a wrist. “It definitely doesn’t feel like ectoplasm.”

Tim winds the rubber band around his fingers, looking nervous.

“Are they wormholes?” Danny asks.

“No.”

“But it’s memetic, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Is it a photon thing?”

“Stop guessing!”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Can you at least tell me where you’re from?”

“Somewhere else,” Tim answers quickly.

Danny takes a second to process the meaning.

“And there’s more than one somewhere else?”

“Uh-huh. Lots more.”

Danny rubs his forehead.

“Okay. Sure, I can deal with that,” he mutters with discomfort.

“Honest, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m not planning on being here long. I can drop you off wherever you want, and you can go back to doing your thing.”

Danny considers. He doesn’t get far. His head has gone back to swimming.

“Who am I kidding? I’m not going anywhere like this. I probably couldn’t even fly straight if I tried.”

“That’s fine. You can stay if you want.” Tim pulls the rubber band down to his wrist and musters a question. “In… in that case, you think you could tell me more about the ghost stuff?”

“Uh, sure.”

~

It turns out that there’s quite a lot to tell. Danny goes on nostalgically about the days when he, Sam, and Tucker were stumbling their way through their first year or two of ghost encounters.

The whole era is a little cringeworthy for Danny to look back on, with all the close calls and petty mistakes. At the same time, he can’t help but feel the sweeping moments of triumph at the size they were when he was so small and outmatched. Listing off all the enemies they faced is staggering even to him. He even remembers a few of his best one-liners in combat. He keeps waiting for Tim to lose interest, but his host only gets more enraptured as the tale goes on. Danny’s already feeling better, too. Lucky, since he has to stand up in order to fully animate the time a legion of bayonet-wielding undead soldiers swept through Amity Park with a headless chain of commanders at their heels. Tim holds his knees close to his chest with eyes fixed forward. He only flinches at the moment where an ear splitting cannon shot ripped through the sky–and nearly Danny.

The later years were different. Danny and his friends weren’t just beating back monsters and dead guys anymore. As they grew closer with ghosts, enemies became allies and allies became friends. There was still no shortage of rowdy ghosts to wrangle, but it more often came down to unraveling the circumstances that put them there, leading to bizarre new discoveries about the Ghost Zone’s lore and inhabitants. The really tough cases usually took the form of corrupt officials, paranoid vigilantes, and the ever-growing presence of the Guys In White. Danny spends so many days and nights on patrol now that the Ghost Zone feels like the only place he can relax.

“Geez. How do you find time to sleep?” Tim asks.

“I don’t need to anymore. I think this is the first nap I’ve had in a couple months.”

“Is that a normal ghost thing?”

“Yes,” Danny replies, visibly unsure if that’s true.

“Aren’t your friends around to help you?”

“They were, up until last year.” There’s something sorrowful in his delivery.

Tim’s brows knit with disbelief.

“They didn’t just up and quit, did they?”

“No! They only agreed to let it go because I had it handled. The stakes got bigger so I got tougher, and they’re… still just human, y’know? I can’t blame them for wanting to move on.” Again, Danny looks a little less than sure of his words. “The truth is, I’m trying to find a way to hang it up, too.”

Tim sits bolt upright.

“Why?!” His hair turns orange.

“Because I’m not a kid anymore. Sam and Tucker are already at college, and I’m stuck here trying to make sure the whole town doesn’t get overrun.”

“Can’t you just go to a college nearby?” Tim asks blankly.

“That’s not the point,” Danny insists. “I told Tucker I’d catch up with him next semester in California, and I have zero time to do the long-distance thing with Sam, and–I dunno, maybe the three of us could pick back up where we left off after we graduate. But I can’t just let myself get left behind playing superhero.”

“Bullshit!” Tim exclaims, leaping to his feet on the cushions and pointing accusatorily. He retracts his energy a little at Danny’s stung face. “Sorry. It’s just–You’re not ‘playing’ anything! You went through so much to get good at your powers. You don’t have to follow anybody’s stupid rules, and you’re not a huge jerk about it. Er, anymore, I guess.”

Danny glances away as Tim struggles to get his point together.

“And... god, there is so much stuff in life that’s boring and unfair. You’ve already got something that’s yours, and you can actually do something with it. That’s huge! You can’t just let it go. Who knows how long you’ll have it?”

Danny stares pensively at the floor.

Tim sits on the back of the couch with his mouth shut. His hair rapidly changes from shade to shade.

Danny has a seat too, suddenly feeling tired again. “It’s funny. Sam and Tucker were the ones who were into the whole ghost powers thing from the start. I thought it was a curse. I kept looking for ways to get rid of it so my life could go back to normal and I could grow up and go away to be an astronaut. But they kept saying how unique it made me and how I could use it to rise to the occasion. Even the score. Help people. And it turns out they were right. It’s a part of me, now. I can’t picture my life without it. Flying around the city at night’s only a chore when I keep getting shot at. Also, it turns out that the Ghost Zone actually has a lot in common with the celestial body formations and electromagnetic radiation patterns in deep space. Who knew?”

Tim’s eyes finally glaze over just a little.

“And that would be great and everything. It just means that the part where I got to do it with my best friends is over. And I feel like I wasted the last of the time I had chasing…”

“Ghosts.” Tim tries not to grin.

“Well, Guys in White, mostly.”

“Then why’d you say you had it handled?”

Danny sighs.

“I did,” he explains. “I spent the whole winter kicking the Guys out of town. But they came right back the next summer. They’re like vermin.”

“So? Kick ‘em out harder!”

“It’s not that easy.”

Danny goes on to describe how the government vans had rolled back into city limits with an arsenal of new technology and jurisdiction–signed off by some lackey of the Secretary of Defense with the aim of “containing and studying” the ghost presence in Amity Park and all surrounding areas. They immediately started setting up surveillance and restrictive measures on the townspeople. And Vlad, forever-mayor of the century, has been funding them and letting them do whatever they want as long as they stay out of his obviously evil, illegal, and ghost-related agenda. Anything to grant himself as much control over the city as possible. The Guys’ actual ghost-hunting exercises do little more than break down shaky truces and city blocks–all blamed on Danny, of course. The spirits they do catch wind up as creepy bioweapon experiments or unwilling informants. There are actually more ghost incidents than ever, as the animosity between the living and dead continues to climb. The ghosts are getting crafty–forming plans and alliances Danny can only ever catch the tail of. These days, it feels like he can never quite be sure if he’s being watched or who to trust, no matter where he is.

Tim continues to be blown away and takes a second to form a response.

“That’s crazy. What about that Red Huntress lady? And your sister?”

“Which one?”

“The clone one. Adopted one.”

“Dani.”

“Yeah. Are they gone too?”

“No, they’re still there. They were actually gonna take over for me after I left. But I can’t just leave them with the whole Guys mess.”

“Why not? There’s two of them and one of you.”

“Because,” Danny reluctantly answers.

Tim opens his hands expectantly.

“Okay, here’s the thing,” Danny explains. “Dani is a kid.”

“So were you.”

“Yeah, and I almost died. A lot. What the Guys are doing is worse than anything I faced when I was her age. Also, she’s not coming at this from where I did. She doesn’t go out to fight ghosts and train every night. She just wants to have a home and a family and show up to school about 80% of the time. Handling the Guys is my job. She shouldn’t have to deal with any of this.”

“But she does anyway cause she’s scared.”

“Exactly. And Va–Huntress has always been on the fence about what side she’s on. We started settling our differences a couple years ago, but she mostly did her own thing. She was more willing to team up after the Guys came back, which I thought was great. But then, I caught her letting out a bunch of random ghosts to go after a heavily guarded surveillance outpost.”

“I thought she didn’t like ghosts,” Tim interjects.

“She doesn’t. She can barely stand me. It was clearly an act of desperation.”

“So, they were also scared.”

“And so was I. Especially when I found out she was roping Dani into it. I tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn’t listen. So I had to go in and–y’know–control the situation. But it turns out I couldn’t handle it either, and I screwed up and wound up kicking the Guys up to defcon-two. And now everything’s worse and neither of them are talking to me and all the ghosts and the people in town think I’m not on their side anymore.”

Danny doesn’t realize how fast he’s been talking until he’s out of words and breathless.

Tim stares, his chin in his hands.

Danny takes a long breath and continues steadily.

“The only way I can think to fix it is to do something really stupid like getting my hands on a cursed object or a ghost weapon with enough power to throw the whole operation out for good. Which would probably do something terrible to me or someone else. But I can’t risk letting the others get hurt because of me. And if I don’t do something soon, it’s just gonna keep getting worse.” He looks at Tim. “And now, I’m sure you’re deeply disappointed to find out what I really am–the world’s biggest screw-up. You probably are better off just getting out of here.”

Tim immediately cracks up laughing. He keeps laughing as Danny sinks into the couch. He sinks and sinks further, his back flat on the seat. Having surrendered himself to the cushions, Danny stares at the ceiling in placid humiliation as he waits for Tim’s wheezing to bring itself to a slow hitching halt.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just. Man, you have no idea.” Tim sucks air sharply to catch his breath. He sweeps the hair out of his eyes, now a garish mix of cyan and red. “Alright, if you’re the world’s biggest screw-up, then I am the screw-up center of the universe. My screw-up-itude transcends time and space. Cause I did exactly what you did, only worse.”

Danny doesn’t move more than an eyebrow, skeptical.

Tim clears his throat and continues.

“So, back home I had…” he stops to choose his words carefully. “Some friends. And some power. But it wasn’t mine. I was borrowing it. And they made all the bad stuff in my life a lot better.” He pauses again and glances around, waiting to be interrupted. He isn’t. “Honestly, I coulda made a lot of other people’s stuff better too, but I wasn’t thinking about it. Anyway. I got a little older, and it was all going to have to go away. Which felt like the end of the world to me. I mean, I was twelve. In fact, I got so upset that I wanted to make sure nobody would ever be able to take them away from me. So, I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to go and stole something that would let me use some of the power for myself. It went really, really bad. I got in huge trouble. I couldn’t give the thing back. It just was me, now. I ran away, and I just keep running and screwing things up wherever I go. And… I spend all my time thinking about the stuff I wish I’d done differently. But I can’t just make it better because I barely know how to use any of this.” Tim flicks his hand. Danny winces and wrinkles his nose. Tim folds his hand back into his lap and plucks at the rubber band. “The worst part is that I was so sure it was the right thing to do. I was gonna prove that I could fix everything. But I think I was just telling myself that because it meant I wouldn’t have to give anything up. I lost my friends, but they lost me too. They didn’t do anything wrong. But because of me, they didn’t even get to say goodbye. That’s not fair.”

“How old are you?” Danny cuts in.

“Sixteen. You don’t mind taking advice from a sixteen-year-old, do you?”

“No, it’s just weird that it’s making sense.”

Tim snorts and keeps twanging at the rubber band.

“So what would you do if you could go back?” Danny asks.

Tim looks up at the ceiling. The twanging slows to a contemplative beat.

“Things were gonna change no matter what. If I’d leaned into it, I could’ve at least seen where it was gonna go and–tried to steer it, I guess? Cause now, I’ll never know. And all this?” He makes a sweeping gesture at the disembodied house around them. “Sucks. And I’m bad at this ‘growing up’ thing, obviously. But I think if I had the chance to apologize, I’d take it. I’ve made it through a lot of wild stuff I never thought I would, but I definitely coulda used more people on my side. Or, they coulda used me on their side.”

The corner of Danny’s mouth pulls.

“What do you do about missing the days that didn’t suck?”

“I still got ‘em as long as I remember them,” Tim says simply.

Danny concedes, nodding.

“Besides, I might be nuts, but the Huntress’ plan doesn’t sound half bad,” Tim  keeps on. “Can you imagine an army of ragtag supernatural rebels and monsters going up against an evil government agency and some rich bootlicking mayor who also has superpowers, oh my god! Everybody’s gotta watch each other’s backs and fight to set the record straight on who the real bad guys are. That’d be amazing!” Tim has gotten up on his feet again, pacing on the cushions and making dynamic poses and sound effects.

It doesn’t sound so bad to Danny, either, when he puts it like that.

“Aa! You’re smiling,” Tim points.

“Alright, alright. It might not be impossible–if we had the right help.”

“Really?? Uh, I would. Agree,” Tim stammers, clutching his fingers modestly. “I bet you have lots of friends you could call.” His hair is bright pink.

“Do… you wanna help?” Danny offers gingerly.

“For real? Even though I’m a kid?” He laces the last word with a little contempt.

“As long as you’re not my sister. Also, you managed to trap me. I’m not sure I could stop you.”

Tim brightens.

“Oh, man. I’m not sure what I could do, but I’ll try and think of something. Like, uh–”

“Having a secret safehouse off the grid?”

“Sure! I’ll work on some other stuff, too. Anything’s better than sitting here alone being a coward.”

Danny’s about to comment when Tim interrupts.

“Can I see your phone?”

His guest uncertainly hands it over. Tim leaps down the stairs and opens a closet in the hall. A drift of anachronous junk spills out. Danny follows. After some digging, Tim produces a plastic pill-shaped brick with buttons on it. He shakes the two phones until they both light up. Danny sneezes. Tim punches in numbers with his thumbs until each has the other’s contact saved. Then, he hands Danny’s back to him.

“Here. Call me if you need anything. Also, since you’ll probably have to tell them about me… Just don’t tell them more than you have to, okay?  And no guessing!”

Danny makes a zipping motion across his mouth.

~

The purple door takes itself to the part of the Ghost Zone where Danny came in. It swings open, and the ghost boy floats out. Tim peeks his head past the frame to have a look at the wavering ethereal depths of green.

“Whoa.”

Danny turns and gives Tim a short salute with two fingers.

“Well, seeya. Thanks for everything.”

“Hey, wait!”

Danny stops.

“Do you have 7/11 here?” Tim asks, his hair trying hard to match the space around it.

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. I’m gettin’ a slurpee, then practice. And shower.”

The door shuts and disappears.

Danny smiles.

He summons the portal home and passes through its membrane, back to his parents’ lab. The steel hazmat doors shut behind him with a pneumatic whir and a clang.

He’s still a little fatigued, but not enough to beat out his urge to check for trouble. His intangible form heads through the wall and up to the street. To his surprise, it doesn’t seem that late. There are several people casually walking around in the dim moonlight. Yellow windows shine into the autumn dark from nearby apartments. His parents must still be up, since the ghost shield’s not even on. Despite all his fretting, he hadn’t thought to check the time yet. He takes out his phone. It’s not even midnight.

He hesitates, then finds a secluded spot and calls Valerie.

It rings.

He’s already composing a voicemail in his head when it picks up at the last second.

“What do you want, Fenton?”

“Hey. Are you busy?”

“Nnno.”

There’s clatter in the speaker, followed by a hushed voice.

“Is that Dani?” Danny asks sharply.

“Hi,” his sister calls sheepishly from the background. “Don’t be mad. We can handle this.”

“Where are you? Are you okay?” he demands.

“We’re fine,” she insists with a whine.

There’s a sudden wail from a rusty hinge and a single sharp cry from an alarm, followed by the swift destruction of electrical components. A low husky voice mutters in a garbled romance language.

“Is that Wulf?”

“Hellooo…” the giant voice rumbles.

“Relax, okay?” Dani assures him. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”

There’s a huge crash.

“What was that?!”

“I’m hanging up now,” Valerie states.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry. That’s not why I called. Please, I just need you all to listen for a sec.”

Valerie sighs and moves the phone.

“You’ve got three minutes.”

He feels like this might not be the best time for this, but he forces himself not to chicken out.

“I really screwed up the other night.”

“No duh,” the girls say in unison.

“Not just that. I’ve been a control freak through this whole fiasco. The Guys in White are your problem, too. And I don’t get to tell you how to handle it. Because I don’t know. I have no idea how to fix this.” His apology trails into a laugh that quickly burns out. “It was stupid of me to try to fight everybody just so that I could pretend to be in charge. I’m really, really sorry.”

Wulf grunts, but there’s nothing else.

Danny waits in the silence.

“Well,” Valerie says a bit more softly, “you’ve still got some time on the clock. Is there anything else?

Danny rubs his neck, thinking.

“I understand if you don’t want to, but–maybe I could take the back seat for a while and help you guys out instead?”

“I dunno. Are you gonna behave?”

“I’ll do my best. You could always put me in the thermos if I don’t.”

“We’ve already got someone in the thermos,” Dani tells him. “One of Walker’s guys.”

Danny’s tone drops.

“What are the Guys in White doing with Walker?”

“Get over here and find out!”

Danny’s phone buzzes. She just sent him an address.

“On my way.”

He hangs up and flies off into the night.

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PART 1

The au continues in: An Act of Misdirection

INDEX

(Pardon my insanity. I’ve had a version of Danny and a version of Timmy growing simultaneously in my head, and now they get to hang out.

I also really like the idea of Danny having to deal with new challenges alongside a rotating B-team of people he’s less developed with. Could be interesting.)

[betterthanyalls]

Characters: GN Y/n, Stelle(HSR)

Prompt: Mail Order Bride/Arranged Marriage

Requested: Kinda(it was for a deal)

I gave Y/n some design choices, deal with it pls

Title:Is Love Bought?

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There she stood, in all her sassy glory. Her yellow orbs glisten in the sunlight like cat urine or the moon's glow. A few days prior, y/n decided they were done with being a lonely, sad, and miserable fortnite player and discord mod. They went onto the dark web and searched “Order A Bride.com”. Y/n clicked the first one they saw, someone named Stelle. She was beautiful, and y/n couldn’t care less about her personality. Back to the present, y/n stood frozen. It was love at first sight. They couldn’t take their eyes off of Stelle’s orbs.

Y/n cleared their throat. “Ahem, you are my wife?”

Stelle suddenly became very nervous “y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes I-I-I-I a-a-a-a-a-a-am……..”

“No need to be worried, Kitten. I will take great care of you.” Y/n laughed darkly. “One rule, don’t make me angry. When I get angry, I see red! You don’t want to see my dark side.” Y/n growled like the alpha werewolf they are.

Stelle flinched in fear. Y/n let Stelle into their house. “You sleep here.” Y/n said as they pointed to a dog cage. “W-what?! B-B-But I’m your w-wife! Don’t I s-sleep with y-you?!” Stelle exclaimed in fear.

“Ugh fine. If you’re going to be a jerk about it.” Y/n groaned. They led Stelle to their room. As soon as Stelle stepped into the room, she passed out. The epic gamer discord mod smell flooded the room and knocked her out. Y/n shrugged and went to their computer to start playing fortnite. Then Y/n remembered something. “Oh my giddily goodness! I am no longer single he he he ha! I am no longer cringe!” Y/n cheered as they spun in their Valorant chair.

Then Stelle woke up. “W-what happened?” She asked worriedly. “Nothing Kitten, you are just weak. Now let’s go watch anime together grrrr.” Y/n growled as they dragged Stelle to the living room couch. Y/n decided to put on My Hero Academia. “I just love Tor-door-oh-key! He is so ka-why-ee! Gosh, look at me sharing all this with you. I’m such a baka!”

Stelle sat there confused and terrified. Then suddenly, she was transported to another dimension. “H-hello?” She called out into the darkness of the void she fell into. Then she saw Y/n. With their 3 foot tall frame and golden hair. (if ur bald, use this line: With their 3 foot tall frame and glistening smooth baldness)

Y/n’s blue ocean skyline galaxy rainbow water rainy icy snowy blue orbs shone in the emptiness. “Y-Y/n?” Stelle called out.

“Hello Kitten.” Y/n spoke, their voice booming with power and dominance. “You have not been good.”

“W-What?! I have been amazing!” Stelle yelled.

“You didn’t follow the one rule.” Y/n screamed in anger. “This is my dark side GRRRRR!!!”

“AAAHHHHHH” Stelle screamed as Y/n bit Stelle’s neck. Stelle felt her teeth fall out and be replaced. She had fangs?!

“W-what happened?!” Stelle asked quickly.

“I am no human. I am an alpha werewolf demon angel vampire royal fairy gremlin Shrek Lorax Onceler O’Hare Air Blue Smurf Cat.” Y/n recited perfectly.

“WHAT IN THE FLIPPITY FLOP IS THAT?!” Stelle yelled.

“GRRRRRRR” Y/n punched Stelle in the gut, causing her to shatter the fourth wall. Stelle looked at you, the reader.

“Nah bro help me out. This story has gone on long enough. It is too crazy. Tell the author to fix their brain.” Stelle was shut up by yours truly. Because Stelle can't keep her noisy little mouth shut. Haha she is such a goofy goober lol. Now where were we? Oh yeah, my b I forgor.

Stelle was thrown into a wall that appeared out of nowhere. Then suddenly, she woke up. She was on the couch with Y/n. She looked around, it seemed like her and Y/n fell asleep while watching My Hero Academia. Stelle looked down to see she peed on the couch like the stupid wife she is.

THE END.

[butterfrogmantis]

Another batch!

Shout out to the fact it's taken uhhhh 53 other characters to get to Papa, Smurfette and Hefty bcuz I just like obscure characters more whoops

Papa Smurf, Smurfette, Hefty and Smooth (c) The Smurfs

[cactoise]

I think it’s about time I did this so uhm. Ya

Name >• You can call me Linden, Herb, Miner, or Jedediah!! I’m fine with whichever one :] Age >• I’m not comfortable with saying my age, but I am a minor

Pronouns >• Any pronouns are fine!!

What I post >• Mainly Smurfs stuff. Occasionally there will be another fandom or two sprinkled in. It depends on what I’m hyper-fixated on atm ^^

Tags >• #💙smurfs‼️ — Smurfs content (particularly art)

#🪄wizard of Oz au‼️ — Smurfs reimagined in the Wizard of Oz

#🐇smurfs in wonderland‼️ — Smurfs reimagined in Alice in Wonderland

#🐠sea smurfs au‼️ — Smurfs that r hybrids of sea creatures

My [future] AU >• Takes place in the future, but not so far. It’s more like—around 50 ~ 100-ish years ?? It does not have a name yet. Perhaps I’ll call it the ChaosVerse or something lol

^ Here is the not-at-all complicated relationship chart

Pink: Love

Yellow: Family

Green: Friends

Purple: It’s complicated

Orange: Neutral

Cyan: Rivals

Dark blue: Found family

Black: Hatred

Anything dotted: Crush

Stork Applications >• Smurfs can apply for a baby either as a couple or single. A child of two Smurfs has a 50/50 chance of being mostly like one parent or a mixture of both parents. Children of a single Smurf has a higher chance of having a random personality. The personality is typically different from their parent’s. The ratio is about 60/40 with a higher chance of a random personality/specialty

𖦹•𖦹•𖦹•𖦹•𖦹•𖦹 Q: What is your name?

A: As stated previously, you can call me Linden, Herb, Miner or Jedediah! No, none of these is my real name lol

Q: What do you use to edit?

A: I typically draw things out traditionally first and THEN digitalize it later in IbisPaintX

Q: Do you have any other social media?

A: I have an ao3 account here, and a Discord account!! I’m not gonna hand out my username to random people tho. If you want to talk to me I suggest joining the Smurfs Fan Server and getting to know me there!!

Q: Do you have any Smurfs OCs?

A: I do actually!! I have Smurfphilodendron and Smurfconker for the current time, and Comfy as nextgen!! I have another nextgen but she’s part of a branch timeline… I guess Smooth Smurf technically counts as an oc even tho he’s based on @butterfrogmantis ‘s oc lol… I will probably make more OCs later tho !!

Q: What are your ships?

A: I’m a multishipper!! The constant ones you’ll most likely see are Lazy/Greedy and Painter/Poet. Everything else just depends on the AU or what I feel like making in the moment

Q: Do you take requests?

A: Ahh, sure?? I’ll try to get around to it, but chances r I’ll forget about it lol. 1/10 would not recommend

𖦹•𖦹•𖦹•𖦹•𖦹•𖦹

Any more questions? Drop me an ask and I’ll try to answer it to the best of my ability!!

[trapperisbestboi]

The Stubborn Narrator™

A MenWritingWomen parody

Chapter 1

This is the story of a man named John.

John worked in a coffee shop.

His job was simple: he stood behind the counter and he pushed buttons on a coffee machine.

Orders came to him through notes left by the waitresses on the counter telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.

John liked his job before, but since the pandemic precautions had to be taken and they made his work unbearable.

He was trapped behind that cold and lonely counter, he couldn't chat with the clients as they were allowed to stay at the tables outside exclusively and the face of the gorgeous young students working as waitresses were to be covered with hideous handkerchief-like masks.

The days had become monotonous, lonely and boring.

He had even tried to call back a few exes, in the hope of at least scratching a certain "itch" at least, but none were willing to risk their health for a couple of rides.

Such is the mistery of women.

They ask for handsome young men, with a humongous butternut squash and abs like King Bowser's carapace...but won't get close in fear of a simple flu.

And yet they should all thank the Lord just for being acknowledged by such an Apollonian beauty.

His skin was of the same colour as an F4 coffee that was smooth like silk, his eyes were like Italy roast beans, his lips soft and plump like pandoro and his voice was deep and powerful like thunder. His curly hair were the colour of the Hershey's Cookies & Chocolate bar and they flowed down like a natural frame around his clavicles.

Alas, what good is a Cupid without a Psyche?

Luckily one day, something unexpected happened.

Something that would forever change John;

Something he would never quite forget.

He came in an hour before the opening hours to prepare the supplies like he did everyday.

While he was putting the glasses in their place, Taylor Swift's Shake it off started blasting at full volume.

John tripped but managed to not break anything and answered his phone.

It was his boss, warning him about a new waitress starting that morning.

John thanked him with a smile, even though he couldn't see him anyway and ended the call before swearing at him.

J : "That dumbass couldn't just send a message like everyone else? And who cares, I probably wouldn't have noticed anyways!"

The rest of the hour passed with no other inconveniences.

The waitresses arrived and the day started like usual.

Around midday a loud crash was heard nor far from the café accompanied by a couple of curses and a young woman came running in the shop accompanied by the sound of her ass cheeks clapping.

Her skin was of the same colour as hazelnut ice-cream, her eyes were like smurf gummies, her lips thins and glossy and her voice was soft and clear like water slime. Her straight hair were the colour as the muzzle of newborn piglets and were pulled up in an adorably messy tall braid. She wore a purple sundress short and translucent enough to feed the imagination, but covering the amount needed to leave you hungry. She obviously wasn't used to run as could be vouched by her wide, round hips and the two huge pastry puffs hanging on her chest that moved in perfect harmony with her lungs that were trying desperately to recover.

M : "I...I'm sorry, there was a...a protest at the bus station and it wa...it was really far so I had to come with the...the bike..."

J : "It's ok...you're the new waitress right? Do you need to sit down?"

M : "Yh-heah"

The woman took the nearest chair and fell on it like the apple on Newton making her watermelons jump like a cat surprised by a cucumber.

M : "Hi...I'm-John?!"

The Venus accidentally said his name instead of hers, what an endearing silly rabbit.

J : "Do we know each other?"

She lowered her mask showing a smug smile under her tiny freckled nose.

J : "MARIE EFFING SMITH???

The flat, skinny idiot that was always late and constantly picked up fight with the buffest people in the gym that I had to rescue constantly??"

Marie got up and stood in the sassiest pose possible.

M : "One I'm not an idiot, if it wasn't for ME you'd still be in elementary school buster!

Two I was only picking up fight with them so you could show off in front of da girlz.

I will not address the rest."

Am I doing this correctly?

Feel free to give constructive criticism.

List of chapters + plot in link below

https://www.tumblr.com/trapperisbestboi/692758068194377728/i-think-by-now-we-all-know-the-literary-horror

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 13/10/2023

Mob Corral

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume AI

Ripped by Sarvéproductions

Yep, we're doing another mashup today! Mob Corral is a really simple but effective little tune, mashing up Mob Smash from Super Smash Bros. Ultimate with Lil Nas X's Old Town Road. SiIva is no stranger to mashups such as the recently-discussed Picture This Ranch, and its certainly no stranger to rips mashing up multiple songs in succession such as Memey Hell. They're dime a dozen on SiIva and more of the excellent ones are bound to keep appearing on here, but there's a special reason I love Mob Corral - the added music only serves to aid in its theming.

Mashup medleys are always a fun time, if only because they often turn into this parade of audio stimulation, like getting a peek into the creator's favorite audio jokes. Its similar to what versitile YTPMVs such as The SiIvaGunner Smurfs Collab do, wherin the cohesion between sources matters less than the sheer quality they all hold individually and how smooth the transitions still are. But I think its equally as interesting to listen to rips like Door Into a Hundred Summers, which are able to seamlessly switch out tracks by holding them under the same general umbrella - almost fooling you into thinking its just an escalation of the very same song. Mob Corral still plays Old Town Road for its entire runtime, but it adds small pinches of other country and western music to just further drive home the joke - to remind you that yes, you ARE listening to triumphant Super Smash Bros. music mashed up with country rap, and it's going to double down until the track ends.

As for why the title of the rip is a Walking Dead reference...I really don't know! But it slaps althesame!

[istherewifiinhell]

Look at my turtles boy

(turtle comics turtle comics turtles comics)

[images description and alt text is the same]

classic mirage comics! now with colours (hard to say how to feel abt them being coloured, also they only credit the studio who did it not individual artists. sad)

[Tales of TMNT #6 pencils by Jim Lawson, ink by Ryan Brown, colours by Digikore Design Limited.] Boxy chunky turtles with big cheeks/beaks, and have tails.

ID: Mikey (with a red mask) slumped against a brick wall, in a daze, cartoon stars over his head. END ID

and how do we tell Mikey apart when his weapons aren't visible? Well. O.o

[TMNT #45 Art by Dan Berger, Colours by Digikore Design Limited] Rounder turtles with the big beak/cheeks, defined eye ridges and no pupils for the most part. Art has heavy, textured inks. Collection of Mikey's where no matter the expression he's making one eye is bigger than the other.

ID: 1. Smiling saying "Wicked cool dudes! Let's party!" 2. Two panels where he has one of his brothers on his shoulders. He's whistling then says, "I'm starving! I sure could go for a... Taco!" 3. A small drawing, walking behind his brothers, arms open in a question saying "Are we almost there, Papa Smurf?" 4. Looking surprised saying "Awwww Party Poopers!" 5. Smiling wide, looking to the side, one arm up. 5. Smiling threateningly, gesturing to himself with one hand, and pointing out with the other. Saying "It's showtime!" 7. Looking concerned/nervous, thinking "Whoa. Heavy deja-vu. This is really strange" END ID

Bonus Donnie's <3

1. Scratching his head with his tongue out and thinking "If I insert an electro-magnetic repulsor-wave mechanism, I'll bet that..." 2. Leaning back from someone yelling at him and his brothers. Also doing the one small eye one large eye expression.

More recent turtles.

[TMNT Universe #6-9 Art by Brahm Revel] More Oval, smooth shapes, 3 toed turtles, with large carapaces. Art in warmer pinkish and purple skewed pallet, with blocks of black shadow.

ID: 1. Donnie, with a strapy belt, a shoulder bag, and many lense'd googles, jumping out a window away from enemies. 2. Mikey sitting on a park bench feeding birds at night. 3. Mikey bowing with one foot back and arms to the side. He's surrounded by downed enemy's and a person he saved, who looks scared of him. END ID

GIRL TURTLE? Can I offer u some fucking GIRL TURTLE.

[TMNT: Jennika II #1 "Monsters" Art by Brahm Revel] Round head lanky turtles, with big flat teeth. 3 toed again. Collection of Jennika's, a turtle with a yellow head band, hand and foot wraps, black pants, and a loose top that covers the front of her shell.

ID: 1. Jennika looking distressed, her hands out in a placating manner. She's saying "I'm sorry... I'll get the... Sorry!" 2. In an action pose, kicking a gun out of a bat mutants hand. She yells "Don't" and the bat mutant says "Ah!" There's a large "Bang!" sound effect by the gun. 3. Her eyes wide and mouth wobbly as she peeks over a roof saying "Jeez... This one's big!" 4. Two panels of her yelling at someone, gesturing emphatically to herself, and then the other person, as chaos unfolds in the background. END ID

FASHION TURTLES. behold their robes. just dont worry about the how of it so much... (-> deeply interested in the how of it)

[TMNT #116 (IDW) Art by Sophie Campbell, Colours Ronda Pattison] Round turtles with thick limbs and slight snout bumps. Various turtles in clothes.

ID: 1. Mikey opening a door and rushing into a room. His mask around his neck like a kerchief, in a grey sleeveless hoodie and ripped jeans. 2. Lita, a very young turtle with white scales and a pink mask tied in a bow. She wears a yellow tank top/dress with a star on it. 3. Donnie smiling pleasantly, hands in his pockets, and his mask around his neck like a scarf. He wears a red flannel with the sleeves rolled up and large patched beige pants. 4. Jennika in punk gear, black pants and shirt that are more rips than not, and a studded leather jacket. She wears her mask like a headband and has black eye makeup. END ID

Ohhh and bonus, April, this is a reference to "April's Ballad" from Coming out of Their Shell (sponsored by Pizza Hut). So, validation for doing that...

ID: April, with long curly red hair sits on a couch in an beat up apartment, singing "...They told me / You can count on us..." END ID

annnnnnnd two last Mikey cuties...

[TMNT #56 (IDW) Art by Mateus Santolouco Colours by Ronda Pattison] Smaller round turtles with snout bumps. They're wearing clear full head breathing apparatus with air tanks on their backs.

ID: 1. Mikey looks at Raph excited saying "Raph! Pirates with mutagen! Do ya think--". Raph cuts him a look saying "Shhh... Mikey! Don't interrupt!" 2. Mikey looking abashed, two pointer fingers together saying "Oh, yeah. Sorry, dude." END ID

Thus concludes the turtle look book (just kidding lol these were from two best of collections, 3-4 issues long. I have a full run massive multi volume hardcover to read too....)

[djevilninja]

Please tell me who runs this turf, Then I go out there and serve. After all, what is it worth? My favorite comedian’s Eddie Murph’. When I was small, I played catch with a Nerf, Skinned my knee on the AstroTurf. Ain’t nothin’ better than a hug from a Smurf.

Nice & Smooth - One, Two and One More Makes Three