#Street Skillz

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"Pas l'temps", le titre inédit d'IAM

Connaissez-vous cet inédit d'IAM?

En 2005, le label Street Skillz et DJ Mej sortent la mixtape Stallag 13 IAM donne tout sur cette compilation sur une prod. de Akos, avec le morceau Pas l’temps

[preachersmanicdaughter]

Ladies and gentlemen, my insomnia is kicking my ass so I was like, let's try to fix another Manics picture, and here it is lol

[xoxochb]

semaine de la mode

idk if you'd do this, but can i request jason grace x praetor!daughter of bacchus to lacy?

reader and jason have been friends for as long as they could remember (aka since they were five years old) and she's got this biggest crush on him, but no one knows about it, even jason.

skip to when he vanishes, she looks for him day and night, like she vowed not to stop looking for him.

and then, he comes back with piper as his gf

basically “you've got the one thing that i want,” is reader kinda telling piper? idk if that makes sense.

long story short, reader decides to join the hunters of diana/artemis bcs she can't handle the heartbreak anymore. but, piper had already broken up with jason bcs she knows bro is in love with reader, he just forgot about it (aphrodite kid skillz)

pls make it a happy ending 😭

⋆·˚ ༘ * lacy

warnings: angst with resolved ending pairing: jason grace x praetor! daughter of bacchus a/n: this really isn’t my best work I’m sorry 😭

you would have to disagree when people said childhood crushes never last because in your case you feel it may never end. your undying love for the son of jupiter started when you were five the moment your eyes settled on him, his blond hair and electric blue eyes captivating. for as far back as your crush you had been best friends, always. did you not give enough signs? or was jason grace an oblivious idiot?

oh how you wish he would know. nobody knew. you were left to suffer silently with your feelings. praetor duties had to come first, if you were to confess your feelings and be rejected it would make your life at camp more difficult than it already was, you’d have to suppress your love for the rest of your life. both you and jason being praetors would have made things worse, you would see him all the time! you couldn’t live with the awkwardness of that

one day you awoke to find that your very crush had gone missing, no trace of anything left behind. the first day was a shock. missing? you knew jason, which is why you knew exactly that he would leave like this. the second day you began an investigation, collecting information from his peers. where did you see him last? what was his demeanor? did he have a reason? was he forced?

you were left with many unanswered questions meaning you had to work yourself. day and night you searched every inch of camp jupiter, twice a day until you suspected he wasn’t at camp anymore. you then took it upon yourself to check the nearby premises of camp, checking lakes, forests, streets, anything you could find. even if your friends at camp insisted you take a break, sleep, eat, anything deemed healthy you refuses to give up looking, you couldn’t do anything until you knew jason was safe

“y/n I am begging you please sleep you’re going to kill your self” reyna sprawls along your bed, asking you for the millionth time to take a break

you learn back against the headboard of your bed. “I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to”

“eat something at least”

“I’m not hungry”

reyna sits up to face you. “you’ve got to be, you haven’t eaten in weeks”

you shrug and reyna sighs, standing up. “I’m going to get you something to eat and I’m going to stay here until you finish it”

you watch as the praetor leaves, only hoping she won’t keep her words

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a week later you receive the greatest of news that jason had returned to camp and almost ecstatic you rush to the crowd, only to find him looped arms with another girl- a beautiful girl you would have to assume she was one of venus’ children. your heart breaks into tiny pieces when you realize you spent all your time searching for a boy who found love in another girl

does she know she has the one thing you’ve always wanted? probably not

you leave to your cabin, yet again being left with your relentless thoughts. did he forget about you? about how you were best friends? did he purposely get a girlfriend? of course he liked her she was probably more put together than you ever were- silly daughter of bacchus nobody would want to date you. rambunctious, filled with energy, jason had every right not to chose you

later that night you received a knock on your door. and of course it was just as you were falling to sleep for the first time in forever. sleepily you answer it, facing the very boy occupying your thoughts. should you hug him or should you slam the door in his face?

“hey” you mutter, almost awkwardly.

“can I come in?”

no.

“yeah, sure”

you lead jason to your bed, both taking seats. the silence you once thought comforting you wish wasn’t there

you play with the edges of your blanket. “why did you leave?”

“it wasn’t by choice. I got all my memories wiped”

“then what?”

jason sighs. “I woke up on a bus. piper was there. so was leo. I didn’t understand anything, I’ve never met them in my life but they claimed to know me so I assumed I did. over time my memory started coming back slowly, I started remembering you, my best friend. I couldn’t wait to come back to see you”

you discard you blanket and bring your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. “she’s your girlfriend? a daughter of venus perhaps?”

“aphrodite”

“she’s pretty. I’m happy for you”

jason stays silent for a moment, you assume trying to think of the right words because what the hell are you supposed to say to someone after being gone for weeks?

“I missed you y’know?”

you feel tears threaten to escape your eyes, thankful for the darkness of the cabin.

“I missed you too” you whisper

“do you want me to stay over tonight? like old times?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like you laying with another girl”

jason nods, respecting your wishes. “will I see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be busy”

oh how you hated lying to him. disappointment fills his senses, you can almost feel it radiating off him. jason takes this as a hint and leaves, allowing you be alone

the sleep you were about to get was replaced by tear filled eyes, staining your pillow

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was love worth the tears? was a boy worth the tears? it couldn’t have been. a big decision awaits you as the hunting goddess stands before you

“are you sure this is what you want?” asks diana

you nod. “I think, yes”

diana sighs. “as much as I hate love I don’t think you should join just because of one boy. Immortality is a serious decision, not something you’d do over a silly situation. I will come back in a few days and ask you the same question, I want you to think about this thoroughly”

you obey her words. was this too soon? you visit the lake, skipping rocks on the water. one, two, three, four, five, six… it falls down into the water

“I didn’t know you were a professional rock skipper” a voice says behind you, a voice you know all too well

you turn around to face jason grace. “what are you doing here?”

jason walks towards you, picking up a rock and skipping it, not making it nearly as far as yours

“I wanted to talk to you”

“about what?”

“you- uhm, me. us?” he sighs before continuing, “last night, our talk… it made me realize something. well actually piper made me realize it. I always thought of us as best friends, our friendship was always something special to me but I thought it was just because we were friends. but when you said I couldn’t stay over at your cabin it made me think maybe we were always closer than I thought. after I left I was talking to piper about you, and you know her being a daughter of aphrodite she seems to know about this love stuff. she told me she felt that I liked you and I told her about how close we were and about how we’ve always been friends. she made me realize that we’ve never been just friends”

“what are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that I like you and I’ve been too stupid to realize it”

“you’re not stupid, jason”

“I am. I’m really stupid and I feel awful that I never acknowledged your feelings and let you think I just thought of us as friends all this time”

“are you sure? you’re not just saying this to make me feel better?”

“of course not, y/n/n. if you still like me and you don’t think I’m a complete idiot I would love to be your boyfriend”

you might’ve shed a tear or two. pure relief floods through you. happy tears flow from your eyes and jason pulls you into his chest, allowing you to let your tears out. he runs his hand up and down your back in a comforting notion until you calmed down

you lift your head up to look at him for the first time since he’s got back, making you realize how much you truly missed him

“I still think you’re an idiot” you mumble

“I’m fine with that, I deserve it”

you laugh. “jason?”

“yeah?”

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend too”

jason smiles. the same one he’s always reserved for just you. “would it be okay if I kissed you?”

with the close proximity you were in any other boy would’ve went for it regardless of what you wanted. but you knew jason grace. he was the same boy that always made sure your comfort and needs came before his

“of course”

without another thought he leans in to capture your lips. for the first time, and hopefully never the last

[toasterdrake]

me? getting emotional about my baby being all grown up when she's existed for like a week? pretty par for the course actually

anyway. my jwcc oc robin's ct design 🫡 she's a thrill-seeking risk-taking motocross racer 🏍 travelling wherever the road takes her. bc that seems like a healthy way to cope w ur best friend's death

spontaneous ramble below ⬇️

i have this vivid picture of her intro scene to ct being in the middle of a race when the atrociraptor(s) start pursuing her (the other racers stop like whuh this race is so getting cancelled this a scandal but she's like 'nah i used to do this shit EVERY WEEK 🗣' n speeds up. also its clear they'd kill her if she stopped lol), so after showing off her skillz to le audience she ends up trying to outrun them on the main road adjacent to the race course (motocross is typically off-road), on which some combo of the camp fam are also trying to evade the other raptor(s) in ben's van. so they open the back n robin has to sorta throw herself on the bike inside (cant sacrifice the bike 🚫) n once the raptors pull away she takes off her helmet and says all unfazed-like: "anyone wanna tell me what's going on?"

i was considering she could be a street racer cuz those bikes r more streamlined n powerful than a dirt bike, and the gear is a little diff, but i figured enduro racing would fit more of the environments the show would spend its time in. i also think the rougher tenacity of motocross is more suited to robin's personality, while zooming around a defined road track for a few laps would be less her stride. so motocross it is. also hc that she taught brookylnn (and by extension kenji) how to ride :)

achg im just rambling now i'll shut up i love her. i'm usually so good at being collected and coherent but that ^ was a mess 😭

[modpix-blog]

Average sploon main plot: ok random kid off the Streets. You're gonna save the great zapfish with the power of song and have a great time!!

Average sploon dlc plot: AGENT 8 WAKE UP YOU FUCKED UP BIG TIME GO KILL A ZOMBIFYING AI WITH THE POWER OF THESE LESBIANS HACKING SKILLZ + VOICE THAT SHOULD BE CONSIDERED A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for December 31, 2012-January 1, 2013; #5.

12/31/12 (Soul-Glo Bistro)

Billy Paul “Mrs. Jones”

Ronnie Foster “Mystic Brew”

Soul Children “Move Over”

Isley Brothers, The “Footsteps In The Dark”

Kool & The Gang “Winter Sadness”

Jim Gilstrap “Move Me”

Tribe “Koke (Part I & II)”

Johnny Guitar Watson “Superman Lover”

Marvin Gaye “After The Dance” (INS)

Rotary Connection “Memory Band”

Deineice Williams “Free”

Ramp “Daylight”

Jon Lucien “A Sunny Day”

Bobby Lyle “Night Breeze”

Eddie Henderson “Involuntary Bliss”

Roy Ayers Ubiquity “Time And Space”

Lonnie Liston Smith & The Cosmic Echoes “Expansions”

Ramsey Lewis “Sun Goddess”

Ronnie Laws “Tidal Wave”

Delegation “Oh, Honey”

Les McCann “Flow With The Feeling”

Donny Hathaway “Singing This Song To You”

1/1/13 (Street FM)

O.C. “Time’s Up”

Nas “Life Is Like A Dice Game” (demo)

Ultramagnetic MC’s “Raise It Up”

Boogie Down Productions “Duck Down”

Eric B & Rakim “Know The Ledge”

Lord Finesse “Return Of The Funkyman”

A Tribe Called Quest “We Got The Jazz”

Double XX Posse “Headcracker, The”

Grimm Teachaz “I Getz”

Gang Starr “Mass Appeal”

Organized Konfusion “Why?”

Miilkbone “Keep It Real”

Da King & I “Krak The Weasel”

Scientifik “Lawton”

Q Ball & Curt Cazal “Makin’ Moves” (Smooth VER)

Mic Geronimo “Shit’s Real” (RMX)

YG’s “Groove On”

Funkdoobiest “Dedicated”

Erule “Listen Up”

Mad Skillz “The Nod Factor”

Mad Fam “Dad”

Mood “Hustle On The Side”

Stezo “Bop Ya Headz”

Smoothe Da Hustler f. Trigger Tha Gambler "Broken Language"

AZ f. Nas “Essence”

Wu-Tang Clan, The “Careful (Click, Click)”

RZA “Tragedy”

Big L “Flamboyant”

Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz “This Cold World”

Reflection Eternal “Good Mourning”

Arsonists “Pyromaniax”

Company Flow “Simian D”

K-Otix “Better”

Peanut Butter Wolf f. Planet Asia & Madlib “The Definition Of Ill”

Cannibal Ox “Iron Galaxy”

Solitair “Easy To Slip”

Slum Village f. Old Dirty Bastard “Flexible” (VER)

R.A. Tha Rugged Man “Lessons”

Lo-Down Clique “Mad Fright Night”

Kool Keith / Dr. Octagon “Takin’ It Back”

Yak Ballz “Queens Life”

Sway & King Tech “Enough Beef”

Blaq Poet “Hood Talk”

Black Star “You Already Knew”

Bonus five-hour 'New Year's' broadcast; jazz, fusion, soul, golden-era hip-hop and rap.

[ecoustsaintmein]

Thorsten, when dealing with annoying or unruly kids:

Quietly puts the police beacon on the roof of his Targa when the kids in the car next to him wants to race (Tödliche Tarnung)

Quietly unbuttons his suit to show his gun holster while waiting to cross the street, when the kids next to him are trying to push each other onto traffic (Preis des Lebens)

Quietly offers earphones to the annoying girl who puts her music on loudly in the car (Stau)

Quietly shows who has more fighting skillz when being taunted by the kid at the young people's home (Happy Birthday Sarah)

[butchnavi]

ok gonna practice my tamil reading skillz now by trying to read the signs as I go down the street let's go:)

[tangledinink]

"This was supposed to be easy. A simple re-introduction to crime-fighting after taking so much time off to heal after the invasion. Dipping his toes back into the water, so to speak. Maybe it was because it was easy that he let this happen."

my beta @livsinpjs and i are playing a game where they choose a bad things happen bingo prompt and then i write a thing for them. i'm having a lovely time. guess which prompt this one was? anyway, read on ao3 or below the cut! :3c

This was supposed to be easy.

Baby’s First Mission, so to speak. Or perhaps, more accurately, Baby’s First Mission, Take Two: Electric Boogaloo, because it was certainly not the first time Leo had debuted his mad skillz on the mean lean streets of NYC, thank you very much. It was, however, the first time in… a while.

Assuming Leo had his math right, it had been about four and a half months. Four and a half months since he had participated in any degree of crime fighting.

It took him four and a half months to recover enough from the invasion for his family to even consider letting him participate in the simplest of ninja tasks. And, okay, fine. It was… kind of understandable. Leo wasn’t a total idiot. He could recognize that he had been pretty fucked up. Like, for real fucked up. Not that everyone else wasn’t, he had just…

He had just had a bit more ground to cover. After the Prison Dimension, and stuff. That was all. 

Nothing he couldn’t handle. No big.

… Because he had! He had covered that ground! It was all covered now, totally out of sight and out of mind, and honestly, he was basically bounced back, good as new, as if the whole thing had never happened! Yes, okay, he did have some… lingering scars and aches and such, but so did everyone else! And they were super-soldier mutants, after all. They healed fast. All the broken limbs, the torn muscles, the lacerations and the cracks and the internal injuries-- they were all good now. He had a clean bill of health! Sure, he had given the clean bill of health to himself, but he hadn’t cut any corners or given himself any breaks.

He wouldn’t do that to his family.

He knew it had been… hard. Usually, he was the one who took care of any injuries or boo-boos, and things had admittedly been kind of touch-and-go there for a minute before he had recovered back enough to offer any of his (self-taught…) expertise, with his family struggling to fill in the gaps he left behind. But things were okay now. He had been good and patient and tolerant about being trapped in the Lair, bored out of his mind, for four and a half months. 

He was ready to be back out here.

And it was just a patrol!

“Things have been, like, stupid quiet today,” Leo muttered softly to himself as he wandered along the rooftops, balancing on the edge, his arms held out to keep himself steady. “What’s the deal?”

“Isn’t a lack of crime considered, you know, a good thing?” Donnie questioned, looking up from his tech gauntlet to raise a brow at his twin. Leo scoffed softly, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not saying it’s bad! I’m just making an observation!”

“Things have been a little calmer ever since the invasion,” Raph observed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I guess even the criminals are still spooked,” Mikey chirped.

“Boring,” Leo muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” Donnie said, and Leo shot him a mischievous grin.

“Oh, please, as if you’re not dying to go beat up some bad guys, too!” He flashed back, hopping down from his makeshift balance beam to fall into step with his brothers, looping an arm around his twin, who groaned in irritation. “We’re ninjas! We need things to ninja! It’s the natural order of things, Dee! We need, like… enrichment! For our enclosures!”

“Leo, get off of--”

Donnie’s gauntlet began to chirp brightly, and Leo gasped, reaching over.

“Ooh! Is that a bad guy code!? Is that one of your crime alert things!? What does it say!?”

“Well, get off of me so I can read it!” Donnie snapped in response, growling softly as he kicked his brother away. Leo whined but allowed himself to be shoved, stumbling and spinning dramatically as he went. Mikey caught him with a giggle and Leo slumped into him, draping an arm over his head.

“By my own brother…!”

“Shut up,” Donnie muttered. “A convenience store three blocks from here was robbed. Four suspects fleeing north. And by the way, that would be code six-seven-five-point--”

“A robbery?! Perfect! We could handle that in our sleep! And they’re even running towards us! Isn’t that a fun change of pace?” Leo cried, grinning big as he rose back up to his full height, unsheathing his katanas with a satisfying shwing . God, it felt so good to do that again. “What do you say, hermanos? ”

Three grins echoed his own-- even Donnie.

“That’s what I like to see,” Leo sang. “C’mon, let’s go ruin some bad guys’ day!”

---

Maybe Leo was a little rusty, but he wasn’t wrong, either. 

They could handle these shmucks in their sleep.

Maybe that had been the problem.

Things had been going well, quite frankly. Really well! Leo still wasn’t sure where he miscalculated-- where he had missed. The game plan had been solid! They were all totally in sync and completely in control. Everything went just the way it should. They got the jump on the suspects, and when two had fled left and the other two right, Leo had sent Mikey and Raph in one direction, and he and Donnie had gone in the other. And they weren’t even far from each other-- he could still hear Raph and Mikey yelling from here, just around the corner, having easily cornered their part of the group and making quick work of them. And he and Donnie had been doing the same. It wasn’t even hard. I mean, come on. They had defeated the Kraang. What were these guys to him?

That one guy had just barely gotten a hit on him. Just barely.

It was just bad luck, really. He had jumped out of the disarmed robber’s clumsy attempt at an attack, leaping up onto a nearby dumpster and then flipping over, back behind him. And he didn’t get hurt, per se, he just--

He just landed on his bad leg. That was all. And his knee kind of… didn’t appreciate it, was the thing. And so he stumbled. Just a tiny bit. Just ever-so-slightly.

Just long enough for that stupid asshole to whip around and slug him, sending him reeling backward.

“Leo!” Donnie hissed in alarm, his eyes widening as Leo fell back, stumbling slightly. With a quick sweep of his bo staff, he had thrown the other criminal to the ground, promptly abandoning the fight in order to instead rush to Leo’s side. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine! Takes more than that to knock me out,” Leo scoffed, waving off his concerns quickly. “What are you over here fussing at me for? We still got two dudes to take down! Mikey and Raph are gonna win and embarrass us!”

“Maybe we should re-evaluate--”

“Dee, chill. It was one punch. I’m not even bleeding,” Leo snapped, just barely sparing Donnie a glance before he was re-focused on the task at hand-- at the two goons who they had now allowed the space to regroup and begin a hasty retreat.

“But you’re hurt--”

“Come on! They’re gonna get away!” Leo hissed, brushing past Donnie so that he could give chase. He grit his teeth as the pair darted back around the corner of the alley, picking up his pace to pursue and re-adjusting his grip on his katanas.

“Wait--!”

“Dude, I’ve got it, chill,” Leo snapped, bristling the tiniest bit from irritation. Look, sure, he knew he had gotten fucked up and that it was scary, but he was better now! They didn’t have to keep acting like he was some fragile doll-- why couldn’t they understand that and just trust him--!?

“Leo--!” Out of the very corners of his eyes, he saw his twin brother surge forward, a hand clamping onto his shoulder and attempting to yank him back behind him. Leo cursed, stumbling slightly, pulling back in resistance and turning slightly to glare.

“Dee, stop it, I’m--”

His words died in his mouth as an explosive bang cut through them both, echoing through the alley, dramatic and demanding-- insisting it be heard. Leo flinched back at the assault to his senses. He could feel the noise bouncing through his head. His ears were ringing. It was so loud. His vision blurred for a second as his balance wobbled.

He thought blearily for a second, what the hell was that?

And then he thought, that was really loud.

And then he felt Donnie’s grip on his shoulder falter and loosen.

And it fell away.

---

Maybe it was because it was easy that he let this happen.

Maybe it was because it was ‘no big deal’ that he had disarmed the suspect and left it at that, and hadn’t thought to check or wonder if that was his only weapon.

---

A second ago, it had been so loud, and now all of a sudden, it was so quiet, and it took a second for Leo to force his body to move enough so that he could wrench his head up enough to look over at his brother.

“Oh my god--”

Donnie kind of seemed like he was trying to respond, but he didn’t quite manage it. He curled a bit further in on himself, struggling to keep himself up on his knees rather than falling over entirely. And the next sound Leo heard was the splash of liquid dripping down onto asphalt.

---

Everything was moving kind of fast. 

Which was probably good. Because Donnie was bleeding a lot. 

He had started screaming for Raph and Mikey, he remembered, sort of vaguely, though it felt like a long time ago now. And he was sure that they heard him, and he was sure they were coming, but after about five seconds of watching Donnie bleed like that, making these fucking horrible noises in the back of his throat like breathing was suddenly hurting him, Leo decided he couldn’t wait. 

Mikey and Raph would catch up. 

Donnie needed first aid right now.

The Turtle Tank was close. He could get them there. He was out of practice and panicking, but he knew he could teleport them there, at least, and they had supplies there, and Mikey and Raph could come and help, and it would be okay--

It would be fine.

Donnie would be fine.

It would be fine if he could just get them there. Just to the Turtle Tank. It was close. He just had to get Donnie to the Tank, and he’d be okay.

“Hang on. Hang on, don’t move. Just-- don’t move--” He bit out, his voice frantic as he kneeled down next to the other, grabbing onto them. He was embarrassed to admit that it took him a few tries, but all he could see in his mind when he tried to focus his energy was the blood and how fucking awful the wound looked, oh my god--

But he got them there. They jolted slightly on arrival, and Leo winced, listening to this short groan be pulled from Donnie’s chest as his knees finally buckled fully beneath him.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s okay. Just-- it’s fine. You’re okay--” Leo kept biting out as he held onto his twin, easing him down onto his back on the floor of the tank, and he wasn’t really sure who he was trying to reassure. And up until now, Leo had been panicking, but he hadn’t been crying.  

Now he was looking at his brother, his shoulder torn open like it was fucking raw, chewed-up meat, trembling on the cold metal floor and wheezing painfully. And he hiccuped, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Oh, fuck--”

Because it kind of sunk in for the first time that Donnie did this on purpose.

“Why-- why did you do that?” He hissed weakly, his voice trembling as he rushed to grab the first aid kit. “What is wrong with you?!”

Donnie gave this very weak, strangled sort of noise, which sounded like it was trying to be laughter, but was shaking and wet.

“This is why you always lose at team FPS games,” he mumbled, his speech slurred slightly, lips ever-so-slightly turning up into this pained little half-grin. Leo swallowed at the sight of it, forcing his eyes away, hurriedly yanking supplies from their first-aid kit and ripping open packs of gauze.

“What-- what the fuck are you even talking about? Just-- stay still, I, I have to apply pressure and it’s gonna suck, just, try not to move--”

“Gotta protect your healer, dum-dum,” Donnie muttered, agreeably going limp beneath Leo’s hands, his head lolling back against the metal of the tank with a soft thud as his eyes fluttered shut. “Tha’s… basics. N-now-- hurry up and-- and fix me.”

Leo sobbed.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you,” he whispered in a shaky little mantra, tripping over his own words over and over as he shoved bandages up against the honest to god hole in Donnie’s shoulder, blood bubbling up like a fucking drinking fountain, just below his throat and just barely to the right of the metal strap of his battle shell because of course it was, of fucking course it was. The bullet was most likely literally lodged inside his fucking battle shell right now, but a lot of good the stupid shell did if the bullet went through his brother to get there--

His clavicle is probably shattered, he thought to himself, and he swallowed hard-- but he didn’t allow himself to hesitate. Even if he didn’t wanna do this.

Donnie couldn’t afford to lose much more blood, and he couldn’t afford to lose any time to Leo hesitating over putting him in more pain.

Leo braced both palms over the wound, internally said a preemptive apology, and shifted his entire weight forward onto his hands, leaning hard into his brother. 

Donatello’s eyes flashed back open. 

Somehow, his strength seemed to renew itself, which would be comforting if it wasn’t all being wasted in his body instinctively fighting back against the pain, jerking sharply beneath Leo’s touch. A choked howl wrenched its way from Donnie’s throat as he writhed against him, all his limbs flailing for just a second and his muscles twitching before he could gather himself enough to try and wrest control of his body again, attempting desperately to follow directions.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Dee. I have to,” Leo hissed through clenched teeth, hiccuping softly, shifting slightly so he could pin his brother down properly-- holding him forcibly in place by his injured shoulder. Luckily, the fight didn’t last long, and soon Donatello had settled back down again, only trembling and twitching beneath him. Leo tried to find it in himself to be grateful, but honestly, the stillness was somehow even worse. “I’m sorry--”

“This does suck,” Donnie wheezed out weakly, gritting his teeth, and Leo forced this watery little chuckle in reply.

“I told you,” he bit out, sniffling a little. He knew that he was dripping tears down onto his brother with how he was hunched over him, and he knew that under normal circumstances Donnie would think that that was fucking disgusting. But he couldn’t free up any hands or move right now to wipe them away, and honestly, Donnie probably had bigger things to worry about at the moment. “Oh my god. I hate you. I f-fucking hate you. Why did you do this…?”

“Payback,” Donnie slurred, and Leo decided right then and there that that was going to haunt him for at least the next ten years of his life.

“I’m sorry--”

“Don’t--” Donnie had more to say, Leo could tell, but his words kept dying in his throat like he was forgetting what he was gonna say halfway through. 

Or like he was giving up.

“Hey. Don’t go to sleep,” Leo hissed, increasing the pressure ever so slightly and jostling him, his brother wincing and wriggling in response. “You gotta stay up. Okay? It’s gonna be fine. You’re okay. It’s-- it’s just your shoulder. No big deal! The technodrome was way worse than this, this is like-- like a papercut! You’re gonna be fine,” he insisted, though he could hear how his own voice wobbled. “Come on. Just stay awake with me, okay?”

Donnie moaned softly in response, forcing one eye open again.

Leo swallowed hard, squeezing his own eyes shut for a moment to try to force himself to refocus. 

He couldn’t just sit here and apply pressure. He had to-- he had to get him back to the Lair. To the Medbay, so he could actually treat him properly. He racked his brain, trying to calculate how many blood bags they had in storage. They had learned their lesson after the Invasion, and they kept blood bags, because they were stupid fucked up mutants and they couldn’t get blood from anyone except for each other, but blood only kept for so long! And even if they did still have some, they were all stored cold. They were all in the fridge in the MedBay. He couldn’t use cold blood. And they wouldn’t have time to warm anything up. Donnie would be dead by the time it was usable. 

So he was gonna need Mikey. Mikey had the matching blood type. Mikey had universal blood, and none of the rest of them matched. And Donnie was losing so much blood still. All the gauze was soaking through. Fuck. Had they hit an artery or something? For a moment he brain racked frantically through all the major arteries and their locations, trying to name and place them, before he snapped out of it, giving a sharp shake of his head. Focus! Blood. Mikey. Mikey and Raph-- we need them.

“Hey. Hey, Don, I need you-- I need you to lift your left arm for me a tiny bit, okay?” Donnie stiffened slightly and whined. “I know. I know, I just-- I need to call Mikey and Raph and tell them where we’re at, okay? C’mon. Just for a minute, I swear--”

And Donnie made this fucking horrible noise as he did it, but he was a goddamn champion and a trooper and he did it anyway, and Leo dared to remove one of his hands from the wound just long enough so that he could smack at the screen of Donnie’s gauntlet. He smeared blood across the glass, pushing away all the notifications and alerts that were flooding the space. It had been beeping like crazy for a while now, Leo belatedly realized, and while he was sure a lot of this was due to Donnie being literally shot, he would also not be surprised if Mikey and Raph had tried to call them about eighty times now.

He managed to place a call back.

Raph picked up instantly.

“LEO! Where are you!? Are you hurt!? What happened--”

“We’re in the tank!” He hissed, fighting to keep his voice from breaking. “It’s-- w-we’re okay, but I, I need you to get back here ‘cause we-- we gotta go home, like-- like, right now--”

---

Once his brothers were there, he could make them hold the gauze in place. He could wrap the wound enough so that he could maybe feel halfway okay with moving Donnie. And he could take the five seconds he needed to recenter himself and make a portal back home.

And that was all good. But it was also when things started to get really fucking scary.

Because even though he knew that Raph was holding him so, so fucking carefully, just the movement of jumping through the portal and into the Medbay back in the Lair tore this horrendous fucking scream from Donnie, his entire body jerking and locking up slightly as he curled up against Raph, and then he had absolutely sobbed and Leo’s heart went up into his throat because Donnie wasn’t a crier. Donnie cried, sure, but rarely. And he certainly didn’t cry from pain. 

He might be a nerd and a drama queen, but he was way tougher than he let on. Combat may not always be the main focus in his world, but he was perfectly capable of going toe-to-toe with the rest of them without breaking a sweat-- sometimes even outpacing them-- and he wasn’t afraid of pain.

Donnie was perfectly capable of growing overwhelmed and emotional and being brought to tears. Of course he was. He was a person. Leo had seen him cry plenty of times before, even if it was a rarely-observed phenomenon.

But he didn’t cry from pain.

Which meant that right now, Donnie was clinging to Raph and fucking weeping not because he was in pain, but because he was scared. And that was what scared Leo.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, we made it. Everything’s gonna be fine now, hermano, I swear. We’ve got you,” he hissed, rushing to begin throwing open cabinets, yanking supplies out of drawers and storage bins. Blood. We gotta deal with the blood loss first, and then everything else. He’s gonna bleed out if we don’t-- “Raph, put-- put him down on the bed, and Mikey, you run-- No. No, wait, Mikey, don’t go anywhere. Raph, you go get Dad. Mikey, you-- you and Raph gotta switch off, you gotta keep the pressure on the wound--” he hissed out frantic instructions, his mind tripping over itself in his haste.

He was dimly aware that Raph and Mikey were in tears, too, but his had stopped a while ago now. He had had his turn, and he needed to focus right now. He didn’t have time to cry anymore.

By the time he had what he needed, which had only taken seconds, Raph was already gone and Mikey had taken his place, holding Donnie down to the cot by his shoulder and sobbing weakly.

“It’s okay, we’re home now. Everything is gonna be fine, Dee…!” He kept saying in between little sniffles and hiccups. “We’re home, it’s okay…!”

“Good job, Miguelito. Uhm, here. Can you-- I need you to twist your elbow a little, okay?” He instructed, a bit haltingly, tossing the required supplies down on top of Donnie as he tried to navigate between them, ducking past Mikey’s arms. “Okay-- yeah, yeah, good. Alright. Uhm. Dee-- Dee needs some blood, okay? So I’m gonna-- Mikey, more pressure than that--!”

“It’s-- it’s hurting him--

“Do it anyway. Yeah, okay, Yes. Like that. Okay, good. Uhm. I’m just-- I’m gonna poke you real quick so he can have some of yours, so I just-- I need you to stay still for me so I can find a vein. Okay?”

Mikey just sobbed in reply, nodding fervently. 

It took Leo about four tries to find a vein in Mikey’s arm, and then three tries to find one on Donnie, and he cursed himself and apologized about eighty times, swearing that he would practice more later and get good enough so he could get the vein on the first time, every single time, no matter what.

(Goddammit, why did Mikey have to be the universal donor? Why couldn’t it have been Raph? Or him? Mikey was so small. He kept missing the veins because his hands were shaking so badly. He had never done a direct transfusion before. It would be so easy to take too much. If he didn’t pay close enough attention he could end up killing Mikey with this so easily--)

“Purple!”

Leo’s head jerked up slightly, his eyes wide. He hadn’t even heard Dad and Raph coming back until they were here. Their dad absolutely flew to Donnie���s side, all but jumping on him, finding his hand to grab, his other hand resting on his child’s cheek. “Oh-- oh, Purple. It’s okay. It is okay, my son, we are here. Your family is right here. You’re going to be okay--!”

“Dad--” Donnie whimpered, and his voice sounded so small and weak and un-Donnie-like that oh, actually, okay. He had thought he had worked past the tears.

But he had not. They were back now. And Leo sobbed, his knees nearly going out from under him, because oh my god.

Jesus christ.

Donnie was shot. Donnie got shot and he was bleeding out right now in front of him, and it should have been him.

He should have been paying attention and being more careful and now Donnie had been fucking shot and it should have been him--

“Blue.”

Leo choked on another sob, his head just barely lifting up to meet his father’s eyes. And his voice was so gentle and careful, but so firm as he grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him back out from under the water where he had been drowning a second ago. 

“It’s going to be okay,” their dad said. “Just tell us what you need us to do.”

Right. Right.

Leo swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut.

He was the healer.

And he had to fix Donnie.

He could do this. 

“I--” His voice shook, so he stopped and sniffled and started again, hurriedly wiping at his face. “H-he’s, he’s s-still bleeding, really bad, and I-- I think it h-hit an artery or something so I. I gotta g-go in and, and put in a clamp, or, or do a repair, or s-something, so I--”

He took in a long, deep breath, his entire body trembling.

“So I need Mikey to sit down and stick close. And I need someone to get him food and water ‘cause he’s Donnie’s lifeline right now so he can’t pass out. And I need Donnie’s battle shell off-- carefully. And I need to grab the drugs to put him under and I-- I need to scrub in.”

---

Leo had never intended to be the medic of the team. It was never a goal of his or anything-- it’s not like one day he sat down and said, ‘oh, you know what would be super fun? Being responsible for the health and safety of all my family members in times of crisis!’ 

‘Cause, uh, no. No, thank you.

It had just… it had just sort of happened.  

He had just fallen into it at some point. Whenever something went wrong or something got hurt, if Dad wasn’t around to immediately pick them up and patch them up, then somehow, it would fall to Leo to take over until Dad got there-- because Donnie was squeamish with blood and Mikey got distracted, and Raph would get so focused on trying to get whichever brother was crying to calm down that he’d kind of forget about the whole first aid bit. 

So Leo would do it. If Dad wasn’t there right away, then Leo figured could get out the bandaids and the neosporin and get the scraped elbow or bloody knee all fixed up. And then when he did, once dad did get there, he would always smile and pat his head and say, ‘good job, Blue.’ And every single time, Leo would just beam at the praise, all filled up with excited and warm and fuzzy and proud.

So he took it upon himself to always jump in and help whenever anyone got hurt-- not just when Dad wasn’t around. And eventually, he learned how to do more stuff. When Mikey sprained his ankle skateboarding, he got Donnie to help him look it up on the computer so he could help treat him. And when Raph tore out one of his claws, he scoured WebMD and VCA articles alike to figure out how he could best help. And then, slowly but surely, he fell down more and more rabbit holes. He’d look up the symptoms of concussions when Donnie fell and bumped his head, and then he’d just end up opening up every related and suggested article. Internal bleeding, TBIs, nerve damage, spinal cord injuries… 

He devoured medical textbooks. He watched videos of surgeries on YouTube. He studied recorded lectures from college classes online. The more he learned, the more he found it to be genuinely interesting. So he learned more. 

And the more he learned, the more often he could say, “I know how to take care of that,” when someone was injured. And the more often he said that the more people would come to him when they were injured and ask for his help.

And he liked that.

Every time he was able to help, he’d still get that warm fuzzy feeling. Because this was something he could do. This was how he could help his family. And god, that fucking meant something to him.

And by now, he was… he was pretty good at it. Or, at least, he thought he was. He was pretty sure he was…! But he was still just… 

Leo. 

He was still just some dumb teenage kid, barely seventeen, who grew up in the sewer and had literally no formal education or training.

He was a decent medic, sure.

But a surgeon he was not.

He had watched surgeries. He had studied them. He understood the concept and what he had to do and how it had to be done. But he had never really done it before. 

About five different times, he thought, oh my fucking god, what am I doing? I’m going kill him--

And then five different times, he thought, what other choice is there? If you don’t try, you’ll still kill him.

So he washed the ever-loving shit out of his hands. He got things as sterile as he possibly could in the MedBay. He drew up the required drugs, all acquired through illicit means by the brother they were now being used on and pushed them through the IV line he had set up. (‘Nighty-night, motherfucker,’ he had said to Donnie, and they had kind of weakly, shakily laughed in response.) He got every tool and drug and contingency that he could possibly think of and he made sure it was all within arm’s reach.

And then he had opened his twin brother up.

And suddenly the MedBay was his OR. And he was the trauma surgeon. And he was also the anesthesiologist. He was the nurse and the assistant, too, and the doctor for his youngest brother at the same time, who was now also actively bleeding out alongside Donnie for his sake, desperately attempting to use what he had to keep two bodies alive instead of just one. And Raph and Dad were there to help, but there was only so much they could do. Dad was pretty knowledgeable, but only to an extent! And he was so fucking glad they were there, thank god they were all there, but it was still…

He was the medic. It was on him.

He worked for almost an hour before he had to call it. He actually tried to call it two times before that, worried about how much blood Mikey was losing, afraid to keep going. But every time he did, Mikey set his expression and shook his head and asked, “Is he okay yet?”

And Leo would hesitate just long enough that Mikey would narrow his eyes and say, “Keep going until you’re sure. I’m still okay. I can keep going.”

At some point, Raph’s sole responsibility to the operation was just to watch Mikey and nothing else. To sit with him and monitor his heart rate, to talk with him and make sure he was breathing okay, that he was still able to move, to speak clearly, to follow a conversation. 

But eventually, he had to call it. 

He just had to trust that he had done enough. To just pray that things might be okay. That he had done a decent enough job for Donnie to live. His collarbone was still totally fucked , but at least the artery was patched, and that was the most important thing-- or at least, he thought it was patched. He hoped it was. But he couldn’t go any longer. He couldn’t take anything else from Mikey or else they were gonna have two unconscious brothers.

He wasn’t a surgeon. 

He just did the best that he possibly could.

The entire time he worked, he was laser-focused, desperately willing himself to keep his eyes on the task at hand. But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think about the invasion. 

And he kept thinking about what a horrific state they had all been in after the invasion. And he thought about how he still couldn’t remember… the first, like… five days after Staten Island. And he didn’t really even know what they did. Or how they managed.

He had come home in fucking pieces. They all had. Mikey’s burnt skin had been fucking sloughing off his arms. He remembered realizing that Donnie was leaving bloody footprints behind him when he walked for how much blood he was losing, dripping down his legs. Half of Raph’s face had been an open wound, and he swore he could still see it when he closed his eyes, through all the bits and pieces, in between all the massive gaps in his memories.

And he just kept thinking about them all dealing with this same situation, but a million times worse. And he hadn’t helped.

He got Donnie all stitched up. He got Mikey laid up in a second bed and gave him some of his own blood from, like, a month ago because they did still have a blood bag in cold storage that they had been able to warm, and then finally allowed him to pass the fuck out after shoving, like… so much pasta and cookies into him. He pushed the reversal dose into his twin.

He still had no idea if he actually fixed it. He didn’t know if he had actually managed to stop the bleeding entirely or not. For all he knew, he was still bleeding out now. For all he knew, he wouldn’t wake up.

He settled down to wait and to watch. 

---

The sound was so soft, he almost didn’t hear it.

It was hardly even there.

It had been a while now. Raph and Dad waited with him, taking turns watching Mikey and Donnie and doing whatever they could to help and trying to get him to rest, too.

But he didn’t want to rest.

(Neither did they. So even though they all repeatedly said to each other, ‘seriously, you should get some sleep, you look exhausted, I can watch him for a while,’ none of them really listened and none of them really had the room to push it, either.)

It was just weird luck. Dad had gone to fetch some food and tea for them. And Raph had just left, carrying Mikey back to his own room, because Leo had finally declared him stable, though exhausted, and he kept getting woken up over and over by the rest of them in here, and while Leo knew he’d never complain about it, it was a little heartbreaking to watch.

So for just a moment, it was just Leo and Donnie in the Medbay.

And Leo sighed very softly, laying his head down in his arms and bouncing his leg anxiously, biting at the inside of his cheek.

Please. Please. Please wake up. I swear, I will never do anything stupid and dumb or selfish ever again. I swear I’ll learn my lesson this time. Please. Just. Please. Please wake up. Don’t make my fuck ups be his consequences, please--

And he was so caught up in his own thoughts, he almost didn’t hear it at first.

This tiny, soft little chirp, just barely echoed through the cold white space.

He almost didn’t hear it.

But he did.

And his head snapped up, his eyes wide.

Donnie blinked very slowly, twitching the tiniest bit and visibly struggling to force his eyes open. And he chirped again. And Leo almost immediately burst into tears.

“Holy fuck. Don. Oh my god-- Never do that again. I-- oh my god. Thank fuck. I’m so fucking sorry--”

Donnie chuffed shakily in response and mumbled something completely incomprehensible, but didn’t quite have it in him to reply with words just yet. Leo didn’t mind. He’d take the opportunity to just continue to cry and hang onto him and touch his face and make sure he was actually there, actually alive. And to bite out apologies over and over and over until Donnie was finally awake enough to cut in.

“Leo. Shut up.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I--”

“Stop saying sorry.”

“Okay,” Leo finally whispered, hiccuping weakly, laying his head down on the bed again, sniffling a bit. “Okay. Uhm. I-- are you okay…?”

“Peachy.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” Leo mumbled weakly. “I’m trying to be the goddamn healer, remember?”

“I’m okay,” Donnie breathed, shifting ever-so-slightly in bed and wincing a bit at the movement. “Fucking-- sore. But I think I’m okay. Drugs’re working for sure.” 

“Good,” Leo said, and then was quiet for a little bit.

“Never do that again,” Leo whispered.

“I still think my logic was solid--”

“Donnie--”

“Okay, look,” Donnie sighed. “It’s not like I made a conscious choice, okay? I wasn’t-- I wasn’t trying to get shot. I would have actually really, really preferred not to get shot! Two really’s! My goal wasn’t to take the damn bullet, okay? I just--” He huffed softly, letting his eyes flutter shut again.

“I just saw the gun and I wanted you to be safe. So I moved. I was just trying to get you out of the way. That’s all.”

Leo swallowed hard, covering his mouth with his hand and gritting his teeth. “If I hadn’t-- If I hadn’t let that guy hit me. Or if I-- if I listened to you when you told me to stop, then they wouldn’t have--”

“Yeah, maybe,” Donnie scoffed. “And if I hadn’t gotten all protective over your getting hit one time, and if I had listened to you when you told me that you were fine, then maybe I wouldn’t have gotten shot then, either!”

“I’m-- I’m sorry, I should have--”

“Cut it out,” Donnie immediately cut off.  “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? Shit just happens sometimes. It’s not like you were being a reckless idiot. You weren’t trying to get shot, either. Sometimes, things just happen. This is unfortunately the way of the world. It’s just a big random number generator. Or something,” he grumbled a bit, wrinkling up his nose. “I dunno. I’m pretty high. You get it, though.”

Leo kept quiet for a minute, and then slowly nodded.

“... Yeah.”

“And it’s not payback, either,” Donnie mumbled tiredly. “Sorry I said that shit. It’s just that I was in shock and bleeding out at the time, and therefore not really in the best mindset…”

Leo scowled. “You don’t have to apologize--”

“We already talked about it. And we’re okay. I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he said. “So just, like… let me apologize or whatever. You know how rare of a moment this is. So just take it.” 

The two of them were quiet for a second.

“Were things really bad after the Invasion?” Leo asked. Donnie cracked open an eye so he could look at his brother.

“What? Obviously, things were bad, Leo. What kind of a question is that?”

“Because--” Leo broke off, frowning. “Because I didn’t help--”

“Well, yeah, because you were literally comatose.”

“Y-yeah, but-- I-- If I hadn’t, it would’ve--”

“Look, Leo, if you had been around immediately after the Invasion, it probably would have helped,” Donnie sighed. “But it still would have sucked! And you weren’t, and we were still okay. None of us died. You didn’t die. We had people to help us, and it was okay. And it’s not your fucking fault that an alien literally tried to beat you to death. I dunno how many times we have to go over this-- fuck. Can we please not discuss this anymore while I’m high? ‘Cause I’m on, like… so many drugs right now, I’m pretty sure. So I’m probably being kind of an asshole. Oh my god. What did you give me?” He muttered, his voice slurring a bit as his head lolled to the side, his will to keep his eyes open failing him once more. And Leo laughed despite himself, reaching over to pat his brother’s head.

“The good shit, brother,” he said, exhaling softly through his nose. “... Yeah. Okay. Understood. I’m just. Fuck. I’m just really glad you’re okay.”

Donnie chirped very softly at him.

And Leo chirped back.

[j0kers-light]

Hello! I am the person who commented on your stories on wattpad. I'm also kind of a volleyball fan. and I wondered what J would look like as a volleyball player..

Hey hi anon! 🖤✨

Please forgive me. I know nothing of volleyball and you can definitely tell, lol but the people asked for Joker!Volleyball player so here we go!

I honestly don't know if this answers your ask 🤦🏾‍♀️ oh no..

I did light research on YouTube but it wasn’t extensive in the way I wanted it to be. Did I watch some Haikyuu to brush up on the sport? Maybe soooooo. I’m a weeb shoot me. I hope you enjoy anon!

Joker got a booty for dayyyyys! He has a fangirl club who comes to every match to watch his handsome self (ahem I don’t blame them) move all across the court.

Those black shorts hug every muscle Joker has to offer and when he jumps to spike, his shirt rides up and hello hello is that six pack? What’s harder? The ball or Joker’s washboard abs?

MOVING ON! When he starts to sweat and uses his shirt to wipe it off…. send help.

Bet good money that J is the Captain. His team knows better to bring their A game to every match, whether it be a playful match or a professional tournament. He does not accept defeat but he plays fair on the court.

Now off of it? Well…that’s another thing entirely.

Joker is known to be a menace off the court. His tall frame, cocky smirk, and haunting eyes run a tight ship to keep the matches going.

If an opposing team doesn’t wanna play fair or wants to back out at the last minute, guaranteed J and his boys are there to knock some sense into their opponents. Either you play the game or pay the price.

Joker has daily bruised knuckles and busted lips with all the brawls he gets into before and/or after matches. The referee just raises an eyebrow seeing Joker's handsome face all cut & swollen. The other players look worse. Not his problem "LET THE GAME BEGIN!" 🏐💢

And it’s all because J is cocky. It's proper game etiquette; no swearing or trash talking, buuuuuuuut there’s no rules regarding his mannerisms. The net separates him from the other team but his taunts and glares are well received. Hence the brawls and trash talk OFF the court.

Joker’s cocky smile makes the girls swoon and his opponent’s blood boil. Think of a bad boy persona playing volleyball, its straight off an anime show!

Joker’s coach is about had it with his star player coming to practice with a new shiner or another broken nose yet J cracks it back into place every time. Whatever happened to a gentleman’s game? 

The coach is tempted to kick J off the team but he's that good of a player they can't afford to lose him.

Let’s talk positions! Joker prefers to be the setter since his serve is like a canon with the way he jumps and sends that ball flying. Nine times out of ten his team scores a point when he serves the ball.

It's a fast-paced game that requires quick thinking and decision making; right up Joker’s alley. Baby daddy got skillz!

His green eyes are darting all over the court, seeing where his teammates are, where the ball is, where it's going, and what orders he needs to bark out to his team to secure the win.

When it's time to switch positions, he usually moves to the middle or opposite hitter, but remains in charge; still calling the shots much to the confusion of the opposing team. 

Side note: I think for this head canon it would be weird if Joker has his signature scars (OR OR! hear me out; he got cut in a street fight but its not a jester smile, kinda like a sexy scar down his cheek? I think any scar is sexy but back to the hc)

He most definitely he dyes his hair green and probably keeps it in some sort of low ponytail or manbun so its out of the way when he plays but still long enough for you to pull during se- AHEM! The girls in the audience are feral for him but he has eyes only for you. 

Before every match and/or tournament, J’s eyes are scanning the crowd for you. You’re his number one fan and his good luck charm.

One time you couldn’t make a match and his team lost horribly. Ever since Joker demanded you be in attendance (and his teammates secretly bribe you to come just to keep their Captain in high spirits and so they can win)

The group of six are inseparable and you respect their strong bond. You don't compete for J's attention. You understand that volleyball is everything to J but you are runner up for the top priority in his life. Never question that.

Joker has a bad first round and his eyes are like magnets finding yours in the audience. You flash him a smile and wave (much to his fanclub’s ire) and he's got an instant shot of motivation to annihilate the other team. And he does without fail all because you're watching.

He's a heartthrob, tall, alethic, with an arrogant attitude that oozes BDE, of course he’s gonna show off for his girl, in fact he loves to. J is over the moon in love with you and he wants everyone to know that. A proud simp.

You treat him to a winner’s kiss away from the press and offer to give Joker a massage if he wants some relief for his sore muscles.

If he has time, he'll take you up on your offer but often times the coach drags him into the locker room to go over game mistakes to improve on. Joker just grins as he's dragged off, sending you air kisses like the lovesick idiot he is. This is all going according to plan..

You use the long locker room meeting to sneak into J's hotel room and set up for his post-game surprise and he’s never been the same sense.

He held his hotel keycard up onto the scanner and sighed when the cool AC hit his tired, weary body.

It had been a long day of matches beginning at 6am. He scarfed down a breakfast, sent you a text message before warming up with the boys, before entering back to back matches. 

He hadn't had the time to do anything else let alone check his phone for your response, but you knew how hectic his game days could get and you weren't upset by it.

Joker couldn't find you in the crowd since it was a bigger tournament but he felt your presence and that helped him and his team score win after win. 

Between all the handshakes, acts of sportsmanship, and post-game media coverage; Joker was exhausted. He loves to play the game, not be the media mascot for the team. That was usually Mac’s role. The blond loved talking to interviewers etc. and soaking up attention.

Even if Joker is the Captain, he could care less about the mayhem that followed after a game. Ain't that what coaches were for?

Joker just wanted to grab a bite to eat (check on you) and crash before he starts this all over in the morning. 

He dropped his bag on the floor and walked further into his hotel suite but stopped short when he saw you lying on his bed. 

In his gear. 

You found his spare jersey and wore it over a long sleeve shirt. But those lewd shorts, now that was all you. They hugged your figure a little too well.

You even wore elbow and knee pads with your hair up in braids. And because you always did things 100% or not at all, you posed on the bed with a volleyball perched under your arm.

Your smile was flirtatious that promised Joker a wonderful night.

“Hey Captain.. I heard you won today’s bracket. This calls for a celebration don’t you think?” You sat up on your knees and beckoned J over with a crook of your finger. He came over in a trance. 

His arousal was showing through the sweats he changed into after the last game. J stopped right in front of you with his erection literally in your face. You bit your lip, eyeing it hungrily before looking up at J.

Joker was still speechless at your attire. He ran his eyes all over your form, trying to burn this image into his memory.

A girlfriend wearing their partner's gear was any sports player’s dream come true. And you were a literal dream.

You became a fan of the sport because of Joker. You knew it was everything to him and in turn, you made it your passion as well. It proved just how much you loved him.

His number one fan. He didn't deserve you.

Joker quickly forgot about his exhaustion. He wasn't even hungry anymore. At least not for food. 👀 He bent down to kiss you and changed his plans for the night to include you as the star player. 

So what if he was five minutes late in the morning? His teammates understood the second they saw the love bites you left on his neck. Joker took it all in stride and boasted that they were 'good luck charms.'

All they needed to do was win today's matches to win it all.

Of course they won the tournament. Joker swears up and down it was because you let him score the night before.

[otakween]

Digimon Adventure 02 (manhua) - Vol. 1

Eurgh...I think this one is even worse than the first series. However, it is mercifully short (2 volumes), so at least it will be over quick. I think copies of this manhua in English are kind of a rare commodity so I'm just reading scans.

Ch. 1

-Back at it with the rushed adaptations as illustrated by Yuen Wong Yu. So far, the art in this is looking pretty good, but the writing is a mess, just like the previous series.

-This was a super condensed intro to 02. Veemon, Hawkmon, and Armadimon are all introduced simultaneously and the 01 kids don't even attempt to hide the Digiworld from the 02 kids. It bugged me that when Daisuke got his digivice he was like "so this means...!" How does he know what anything means?? He just got sucked into a computer with zero context.

-Charmingly lame translation. Daisuke says stuff like "mad skillz" and "dag yo." Honestly, he would. Sooo funny how they kinda-sorta incorporated the Japanese names. "I'm Daisuke, but my friends call me Davis." That's like saying "I'm Maxine, but my friends call me Meredith!" Just...a completely different name lol. (Then again, I guess East Asian people do choose "American" names, so maybe it's not so crazy).

Ch. 2

-I really wonder about the production of this manhua. 01 was 5 volumes, but for 02 we only get 2. The writer/artist must have known from the start that they would only get 2 volumes because of how blisteringly fast the pace is. Was this based on bad sales for the first manhua? Or maybe the fact that the second season of the anime wasn't as popular?

-This chapter starts with Koushiro saying "I found out why digivolution isn't working," but we never had a scene showing digivolution not working lol. We also see all of the armor digivolutions in this chapter...without any chapters of those getting introduced. So yeah, this is another adaptation that assumes you've seen the show so they skip all the exposition that would be helpful to a newcomer.

-Daisuke said "wiggedy wack"

Ch. 3

-Lol at Koushiro calling the 02 gang "kids" when he's like 2 years older than them. Middle schoolers do be like that tho...

-They just threw all the new digimon armor evolutions together in a way that I thought didn't really make sense. They find the digimentals and can't lift them up, but then later in the same chapter the digimentals just fly over to the kids and work? Why couldn't they pick them up the first time? Were the vibes off or something?

-I was sad to see they cut out the part where they make fun of Ken for calling himself the Digimon Emperor/Kaiser. I did enjoy Iori's "how does he do that with his hair?" bit tho lol

Ch. 4

-Wow, this one was laughably bad. Somehow we're already on Ken's redemption arc. The instant after Wormmon's sacrifice Taichi appears literally out of nowhere (he wasn't in the previous scenes at ALL) to be like "guys it's okay, Ken's brother died." WTF? How did he know that and where did he come from?? Clunkiest exposition ever. They could have at least thrown in a separate "Ken backstory" chapter to make this go down a lot smoother.

-Daisuke literally says "Dag. This thing got the bling bling" when he finds the miracle digimental loool. Why.

Ch. 5

-In horrible 90s/2000s slang news, in this chapter Daisuke calls Veemon "boo," randomly shouts "Extreme!" and says "that's straight." (I don't even remember that last one being a thing).

-I liked how they drew Stingmon. His face is a little more Wormmon-like than it was in the anime. I always prefer it when digivolutions bare a resemblance to their earlier forms instead of being totally random.

Ch. 6

-In this chapter, Daisuke calls Ken "homeslice." He's the only one they made talk "street" (or whatever you want to call it). The other characters are just like "Wtf?" lol. Of course, I'm sure none of this was in the original Chinese.

-Not gonna lie, going through this again is just reminding me how dull 02's story is :/ I think they kept presenting questions "who is this mysterious lady??" but then the answers we eventually got were underwhelming, so you were left feeling like "what was the point...?"

Ch. 7

-They mention the dark ocean, but it's completely without context because they didn't bother to adapt that episode lol. So much of this manga is out of context in general and would be a nightmare to read without prior knowledge.

-Weirdo dialogue when Hikari saves Miyako from falling off a cliff and says "I believe in you!" and Miyako's reaction is "wow! That was really nice, thank you!" As if Hikari was mean to her before...? Just awkward.

Onto the next! I bet it will be just as underwhelming (especially since the 2nd half of 02 isn't that great in the first place).

[bawdabaw]

Snippet of writing to show my skillz. This is from the story @thatsmyfetish and I are writing, Of Suds and Fine Suit Coats about Unseelie mobsters. I'm drawing it to turn it into an online comic.

Holmgren is the leader, a rogue prince of the Dark Court and he owns a restaurant called the Babadock in the city of Vestal, New York. It was recently hit for robbery by some vampires and this scene is him dealing with the problem. Cade, Pastel, and Devon are Unseelie on the crew. Simon Morgan is the new kid, a human and sidhe-seer, and he's Fetty's character.

Reblog, like, comment, or message me or @thatsmyfetish ! Anons accepted. Just enjoy!

It'd been a long night. First, huntin' the basterds down, then questioning and punishing them. After all, it was extremely unlikely that a plan to hit the Babadock would have gone underway without a whisper filtering through the Otherworld channels. And Holmgren had bargains with those he expected to keep him abreast of any such hints and gossip. 

His suspicion that his own men had been bought off had proven correct. Two sidhe sat tied in chairs, wings broken, faces and bodies a mess of bloody cuts, burns, and shadow bites. Both dead, heads lolling on their necks, loose and lifeless, merely sitting up straight because of the structure of the chairs they were strapped to.

A third sidhe, a pixie, sat still alive, trembling in his restraints, sobbing bloody and pleading for forgiveness. His wings were broken and he was bruised heavily from the beating he'd taken. "It were oh-oh-only three days, m'lord," the pixie whimpered sadly. "I needed the money and it was only supposed to be a burglary.... I figured, it were you...what could they possibly do? Nobody can hurt the Dark Bargainer... They'd get caught and killed and no one would be the wiser. I'd have the money and nothin' bad would happen..."

Striding up to him, in a button up shirt, collar undone and sleeves rolled up, Holmgren smoked placidly, looking down at the pitiful, fearful creature with dispassion and apathy. "Ye thought wrong, Galen. After all, our bargain wasn't a choose and tell type of arrangement. Ye owed me all yer secrets, all yer knowledge. Every murmuring ye had on the street was supposed to be mine. And ye broke it."

Smoke in a slender snake curled up from his spiced cig as he reached down to touch the brand of 3 bats marking Galen's chest, laying exposed by his torn open shirt. "I release ye from my debt...and my protection. We are nothing to each other now."

A kick in the balls to the pixie who's face crumpled and he wept in humiliation and sorry, knowing he'd failed. After all, Holmgren could have taken retribution through the mark if he wanted. The contract obeyed his will and the boundaries he had set. The fact that he removed it meant Galen wasn't even worthy of paying the price the normal way. Letting go of the pixie, Holmgren looked over his head to the fiery standing behind him and merely nodded. Then he stepped back and turned away as Cade reached forward to grasp the pixie on the side of the neck and a burst of hot light and flames came from where his skin touched the little Unseelie. The pixie screamed as he was burned, finally going quiet and slumping when he was dead, the side of his neck and shoulder just a mass of smoking, melted flesh, bits of it charred in the shape of Cade's long fingered hand.

Finishing his cigarette, Holmgren started to put on his suit jacket again. "Don't call the cleaners fer this. If their contacts among the blood suckers learn they were tortured and killed for information, it might show our hand too early. And everyone knows I use the brownies. Best to keep the cleanup as tight as we can."

"Aye," Pastel said, with only the barest sigh. It was gonna be a night of hard work but he was here for it. "I'll make sure they'll never be found."

"Take Morgan with ye."

"The new kid? ...Devon can dig holes faster."

"I don't care about speed. I want him involved. See how he does with handling the dead," Holmgren said, drawing one last time on his cig before flicking it away.

Cade grinned, "Ye think he'll get sick? Get a bit shy?"

Holmgren shrugged, smirking as well. "He might. It'd be a simple test of his resolve for this kind of business. Also, I want ye to get a read on him, pix. Ask him questions, get him to loosen a bit, see who he is underneath, yeah?"

Pastel nodded, itching the back of his head. "Soft interrogation. The kind where he doesn't even realize. I gotcha. Anything I'm looking for?"

"Just anything off or that doesn't sit right," Holmgren said with another shrug. "Report everything to me, afterwards."

Agreeing to that, the pix was left to deal with the bodies but his first order of business was to text the human.

*Yo Morgan! I need your help with work tonight! Dress in street clothes. I'm pickign you up in half hour!*

When Pastel showed up to Simon's place, he pulled up in a thick, black SUV, his high riding baby with the roomy back. Pastel wore an olive green bomber jacket, jeans, blue and yellow shirt, with a newsboy cap on his head. Not the most disguising of gear but enough to make him not stand out. Despite the nice ride, candy wrappers littered the front of the vehicle and Pastel was eating dark chocolate caramel pieces(basically sticky caramel squares with silky chocolate creme inside) from the console between seats. Behind him and behind the last bench seat in the back, the bodies of the three fae laid piled together, laying on plastic sheets. On the backseat were several large kettlebell weights with folded up lengths of rope ready for use. Two for each body.

[asknarashikari]

Ninninger's reaction to Takaharu showing his chosen costume?

Takaharu: What do you guys think from Street Fighter character to an anime character? I'm Matoi Ryuko for my husband's upcoming Halloween Party in October. *turns around* Is my ass fat because I want him to see it. Ooo... so bouncy. I'm glad to have a husband help me with the exercise and my costume.

Takaharu: Guys... Your thoughts? You guys have been silent...

They'll be attending Takaharu's funeral in the near future because Fuuka has murdered him for embarassing her with such a costume

That, or the gang uses ninja skillz to hogtie Takaharu and then subject the costume to the potato sack treatment (patent pending by Sudo Mei)

[harrelltut]

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[whatsonmedia]

Thursday Thrill: Top 3 Music Festivals Happening Right Now

March may be coming to an end but there’s still plenty of time to catch some amazing music festivals! Whether you’re looking for snowy slopes, sunny beaches or a vibrant city escape, we’ve got you covered. Here’s a sneak peek at 3 of the hottest music festivals happening right now: Snowboxx 2024 16 - 23 March The wintery festival encompasses a ski trip, a mega music festival for EDM lovers and a holiday all rolled in.  Offering affordable packages for the best party with your mucks.  Even for solo festival lovers who are for a bit of an adventure of the piste. The ultimate mountain party takes you from the snowy peaks of the French Alps into the sparkling heart of picturesque Avoriaz and the Snowboxx Village.  Featuring two huge main stage events to get your week off with a bang on the apres-ski, heading for the heights on-mountain concerts, raves taking place in igloos, and tropical themed waterpark parties. If you’re up for an absolute wild and wicked week in France this one is right up your street.  The main stage really is one-of-a-kind. And it be hosting some of the biggest acts in the world all in walking distance from your accommodation. Furthermore, Snowboxx hosts epic bottomless brunches where festival goers get pissed on the piste. This year’s line-up features Rudimental, Netsky, The Streets, Ben Hemsley, Krafty Kuts, Girls Don't Sync, Becky Hill, Danny Howard. Also Gok Wan, Jazzy (Singer) The Menendez Brothers, Jodie Harsh, Goddard, Lens, A Skillz, CJ Beatz plus many more Tickets & More Info Ultra Music Festival 22 – 24 March Miami's biggest EDM festival returns for its annual state-side outdoor offering on the festival calendar. Hosting one of the largest crowds of festival lovers. Ultra Music Festival Miami 2024, one of state-sides largest outdoor EDM festivals off the global festival calendar. Promising an unforgettable electrifying extravaganza! Drawing thousands to Bayfront Park for lovers of festivals and an all weekend danceathon. Festival-goers can expect a euphoric fusion of pulsating beats and mesmerizing visuals, from a global line up of elite DJs igniting the stages with unparalleled energy. With a diverse lineup spanning genres, festival-goers can immerse themselves in a kaleidoscope of electronic music culture, forging unforgettable memories amidst the vibrant Miami skyline. If you need a break from the cold and wet weather the city's favourable weather, its stunning sunshine makes it one of your top festival experiences. Where a sea of revellers, numbering in the tens of thousands, descend upon the festival grounds, creating an electrifying atmosphere of love, peace and unity having the best time of their life. Ultra Music Festival boasts multiple stages, each hosting iconic performances that push the boundaries of creativity and innovation. 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Each year the festival brings some of the biggest names in music to South America that fans will love as they rock out at the legendary Interlagos Speedway. The line-up features a line-up of global elite world famous live music artists. Also DJs and locals including Kings Of Leon, Dom Dolla, blink-182, MK, SZA, Hozier, Above & Beyond. Moreover, some others artist: Arcade Fire, From House To Disco,Ella Whatt, MC Soffia, Mary Mesk, DJ Suburbia, BK Go Lollaloopie! Tickets & More Info Read the full article