#a big part of it is subconscious but there's also this uhhh not wanting to suddenly be too much different?

[criminal-sen]

holy shit my voice just Dropped for reals this time. Tested out my range on a virtual keyboard and I'm easily hitting a low C which like. I used to have a low alto range but, if I'm remembering right, low C was Not something I could reach. And the keyboard didn't go any lower than the C but I'm positive I can go quite a bit lower, as I wasn't straining at ALL to hit it.

Anyway, my voice has been cracking all over the place and I think half the reason for that (aside from male puberty ofc) is I'm still trying to speak within my old range, and it's officially Too High for me now. (P.S. I'm not secretly some amazing singer, not even close, but I did take piano lessons for a bunch of years plus a little bit of high school choir, hence all the talk of notes and range)

[pyrory]

sellbot cog redesigns!!!! :D thought process + extra design deets under the cut! (waning: its very long LOL)

cold caller: loosely based off of their tto trading card! rotary phone because uhhh. duh they call people, big pointy nose resembles icicle, elongated eyes / eye scopes? idk lol resemble allan. the shape of the receiver is supposed to resemble earmuffs almost? + little teefies

telemarketer: this is probably the most. vague design LOL but they're an auto-dialing machine! specifically based off of the one from the simpsons coz it.. felt fitting idk. i definitely took some liberties but they have a speaker mouth, an indicator bulb for a nose, and the cassette portion is their eye ^_^

name dropper: this was one of the harder names to translate into a design since it doesnt have any ties to any physical items / ideas? so i ended up just building upon their base design. the glasses and bun give them an uptight secretary vibe + gave them more droopy features such as a longer nose and hoop earrings to replace the old ones

glad hander: not much to say about this one. HAND!!!!! my original redesign for this had their eyes on their palm while the fingers sat on top but. idk. it felt more fitting for their hand to be in a fist while the eyes were on the fingers. it makes their middle finger look like a nose

mover & shaker: shaker -> salt & pepper shakers. ez pz. the lids look like little hats too

two face: this was a little tricky coz i like the double face look they originally had. but double talker already has that model and i think it fits them much more than it does two face. i cycled through a few different ideas but eventually ended up with this, inspired by the mayor from the nightmare before christmas & the way his head operates :P

mingler: nothing changed. literally perfect. mingler is peak cog design. just tweaked their colors and gave them a stronger head + hair shape that stands out against the others

mr. hollywood: same with name dropper & mingler, they have a vague name thats hard to interpret BUT the og design was already so good there wasn't much to change Anyways. i was subconsciously inspired by Something while designing them but i dont know what, i guess 50s celebrities? also inspired by ernesto de la cruz from coco!

as a general rule of thumb: i stuck to the same color palette for all of these designs (except for the blue in cold caller & two face. obviously) in order to communicate the fact that they're from the same department. for the more human cogs i tried to separate different parts of the head using color & lines (forehead, cheekbones, chin, nose, etc) in order to give them a subtle robotic look but you can't really see it lol... i tried to keep their GENERAL head shapes but some of them wandered a little far

+ i actually made palettes for all of the cog departments to work on if i ever want to make more redesigns! i'll stick them here since they're on topic

[thenyandrawsnstuff]

day 14 - who/what inspired your OC?

this might as well be drawing over memes: part two because I have no idea what else I could of drawn lol, anyways here’s the big wall of text:

It’s funny going back to when Bombyx was first made and seeing how they changed

so how were they made?

Uh well you see they just… came into existence I drew the first image in a discord call as a random slugcat oc

and things kind of built around from there lol

it’s funny seeing that they weren’t originally meant to be an absolute sassy icon

oh, and they were meant as a sort of sona but Yeahh no that got lost eventually

oh, and they got stolen a couple times???? Like one time the old arena icon was used as a pfp randomly and then they also got yeeted in a rp and I had no idea until I was told by the person LOL (there was no hard feelings though dw) i never really looked back on that but it’s really funny actually like wow i was good enough artist for people to want to yoink my characters??? And use my art?? I see it as very flattering NFKNFSKSN

oh yeah the inspo part, uhhh I just went “hehehe I like moths so I should make a scug based off one!” And that’s as deep as it goes in all honestly

I already said this part but their design wasn’t originally based on a specific kind of moth but one day i was like “fuck it, they’re a rosy maple moth slug now” and yeah that’s what Inspired their winged design at least

I’ve had people compare them to eevee from Pokémon before but honestly I don’t know if it was just pure coincidence or a subconscious thing??? I mean truthfully, it’s probably the latter but hey I guess that counts as inspiration then?

oh and a last thing? Their iterator-phobia was definitely a thing that was included early on in the making of them and I was inspired by the thought “hey why are all the slugcat/iterator dynamic always generally positive” yeah in short, I’m a chaotic being that HATES wholesome dynamics! THEY NEED TO BE ABUSIVE AND TERRIBLE AND- ok im joking obviously but since the idea of a negative dynamic between a slugcat and iterator had been something I’ve never seen done before until that point, i capitalised on it! Because of course i did and oh yeah that’s how FS came into the picture?? We’re getting all the creation backstories today

Anyways I’m happy I included that idea because I love seeing my OCs S U F F E R, or because I thought it was an idea unique at the time? Yeah that works too ig smh

[formula-fun]

Hi I reread the old “I need to multiply” snippet and the new one! And while I was rereading, I saw that they have cats now!!

Would you be interested in writing how they adopted the cats and of course want to know about laying eggs too hahhahhhhdjjjshah

Hi!! Yess they eventually do get cats, probably at some point after max has recovered from the accident in Shanghai!! Max has to figure out how to make Charles not allergic to cats anymore but once he has that done max steals them from a breeder in Monaco. And then is forced to put them back where he found them so that Charles can contact the breeder and adopt them the correct way

Charles doesn’t really fully get why Max likes them so much, and Max doesn’t fully get it either beyond that they’re soft and they’re warm and they make Charles happy, and also they’re perfectly designed apex predators

(unlike humans, which have long goofy limbs and stupid curvy spines and value things like kindness and generosity and empathy so much that it’s a wonder they’ve lasted this long at all)

(Charles doesn’t point out all the counterpoints that rumble through Max’s subconscious like cannon fire one after the other: his limbs which are so lovely and so linear and so graceful, and his spine which curves so nicely when Max touches him just right, and his kindness and empathy that made him latch onto a creature like max and care for him regardless of what exactly he was, simply because he recognized something in Max that he decided was worth caring for.)

And Charles takes one look at Max’s little round face and long fangs, and another at Sassy’s scrunched eyes and long white teeth, and he remembers something he read once about how cats think humans are just stupid, larger cats, and all of a sudden it makes a LOT of sense

Max likes cats because they’re liquid and stretchy and they like to kill things for fun, and they don’t even eat their prey every time—sometimes they’re even more vicious than Max is. They have big long teeth and eyes that turn to slits sometimes, and when they’re happy they make unearthly rumbling sounds, and when they sleep they like to sleep curled up around their big dumb Large Cat and keep him warm and safe because they love him. Max loves cats because they’re just like him, and he’s stolen adopted two of them because he wants to be part of a family with Charles

So the cats do become like their kids in a way

As for the egg thing uhhh let’s say Charles is a curious man with a dick and a hand and a laptop, and he has been on the wrong side of the internet enough times for all of the worst information to stick to his subconscious and rot there until max pokes around and finds it. The egg thing was slightly closer to the surface unfortunately for him because as soon as max mentioned having a mating season charles was like 😵‍💫 you will fuck me for days?? You will lay eggs in me??? I will be fucked out in the bathtub covered in goo delirious while you fill me up over and over and pin me down and praise me for taking it so well and being so warm and soft and so good for you until all I can think of is how good it feels for you to just use me over and over and— and max is like uhhhh. What

And it kind of feels like a fireworks show in his brain every time max even mentions the word egg after that for about a month straight because Charles is HORRIFIED by the idea!! Absolutely horrified!! But it also makes his stomach swoop and his abs clench up and his heart do really alarming things, and the pleasure of the physical reaction of it wars so strongly with the overwhelming embarrassment that it’s really just a lot to take in. Max is getting better at wearing down his knee jerk reaction of shame to things like this, but every once in a while Charles manages to surprise him with something new, and it’s delicious every single time

So he has to tease him about it for days on end and work him up and wear him down until eventually one day he’s fucking him on the floor of the bedroom with his chest to the rug and his hips in the air, and then pauses just to tug at his rim a few times and tell him this is exactly how he would breed him, chest down and ass up, and this is how it would feel as max filled him up over and over and helped him take it even as Charles said it was too much, because it’s never too much, not really, is it? And Charles starts crying with his next breath and starts begging for it the one after that and goes limp and spreads his legs even further apart like he’s trying to prove exactly how good and eager and perfect he could be for it, and. Well

So yeah. Max doesn’t lay eggs and certainly doesn’t need to lay them into someone else, but it leads to some fascinating conversations and role play scenarios

[imagionationstation]

If you insist… /j

Uhhh - I imagine he had lots of gold (jewelry) and stuff cuz Apollo was associated with gold. Also do you think he’d be taught music cuz Apollo was the god of music and also BM thinks he needs many skills. Idk.

I just wanna see him play Violin

Also I think he’d be a fashionista. Idk diva/fashionista Donnie is funny to me. BM probably doesn’t let him go anywhere without bodyguards most likely. Idk. I’m throwing ideas out :3

-♊️

I can see gold/jewelry getting in the way of his many experiments. It also just seems like an unnecessary hassle to his full days. Rings and bracelets are especially uncomfortable to wear while sketching. It’s far to many extra minutes spend putting them on and taking them off that could be better spent drawing a blueprint or handling a deadly chemical composition.

Maybe Big Mama tried to get him used to them, but child Donnie either found new places to hide them or they ended up welded as part of his early inventions. She got tired of buying new ones.

She only makes him wear them for gatherings and other social events. He’s not comfortable in them, and often subconsciously messes with them, but he wears them to keep her happy. She became tired of scolding, so she makes a point to smack his hands or arm every time he gets fidgety with them, hoping to get him to stop.

He doesn’t. Mostly because he never notices until the blow.

Then he tries to keep track of his movements. It’s hard when he’s anxiously trying to keep an eye on everything else as well.

Figiting is the only thing that keeps him from getting up when everyone else is sitting and crossing the room to push in that one chair that’s a couple inches too fair from the table, and is the only thing that he’s been able to think about all evening.

A smack is better than failing social etiquette.

Oh, I definitely think that he’d be taught how to play!

It think that would be one of the first things that Big Mama encourages him to do. Busy little hands needed to be channeled into something other than satisfying curiosities. He learned a couple different instrument over the years, nothing uncivil, mind you. He never quite took to it, but it seemed to be one of his few hobbies that Big Mama chose that he was able to do right in her eyes.

Big Mama loves to use his talents to entertain the guests at the hotel. Musical ones are definitely included. Piano, Violin, Acoustic Guitar, and- because he built his own and he only plays what she allows- a modern keytar. The last one is very recent development and he’s still learning when he meets Leo&Mikey.

TRUE THOUGH. AND HE HATES IT.

He doesn’t say anything to Big Mama’s face, but he severely dislikes being stalked by her hires. He does not want them in his room, or his lab, or following him around the hotel! It’s not like anyone’s ever tried to hurt him. Why can’t he get five minutes of privacy?

It makes existence so much harder because he knows that everything he says or does can and will be reported back to her. They’re supposed to protect him, but some days he feels so trapped. Free speech is not available to him. He knows it’s so he can’t mess up or ruin their reputation, but it really gets on his nerves in more ways than one. Again, something that he doesn’t vocalize.

He has to fact-check everything that he says when they’re around. Even existing is hard because they make the simple act of knowing when or when not to smile or frown exhausting.

He doesn’t actually get to experience freedom until his brothers come around and start encouraging him to ditch the bodyguards.

And, really, if Raph thinks it’s cool, who is he to argue?

Diva/fashionista? See, my first instinct was to be like “Would he tho?” But then I thought about it and like…

*sigh* *rubs forehead* He would tho…

[euphoricfilter]

any tips on how to write for beginners? also where do you get the inspiration?

i guess just go for it. when i started writing on here i had minimal writing experience, especially story writing, and then over the course of the last year and a bit, naturally i’ve improved (i hope)

i think it’s easy to read other people’s work and want to copy their style, or want what they have. which is just part of human nature, so i say when you start out— write to find your style, even if it is a subconscious effort to do so. by either using other people as a guideline or fully winging it until you’ve formed a way that’s uniquely yours which is a lot easier than it sounds i promise. you kinda just naturally progress the more you write

don’t expect to have a whole novel length piece of work written. it’s hard, writing takes time and a lot of brain power. write small tidbits, little poems, things you like, things you see. find a prompt and write a couple hundred words about that. i think my favorite part of writing is the little excepts that have no context whatsoever in my notes, but just sound pretty and paint the image enough for you to imagine the story further or create a whole new world

uhhh what else…

write for yourself!!!!!. i struggle with this a lot and have to constantly remind myself that what i write should be as much for me as it is for other people. i tend to put pressure on myself and then that makes what should be a fun process entirely unenjoyable and then it starts to feel more like a job than a hobby

depending on what you write, research is always fun and a good place to start. which can sometimes lead to further development of plot ideas.

don’t be scared of stereotypes. i think there’s a negative connotation between writing and stereotypes but sometimes they’re the best stories!! sometimes it’s nice to know what to expect, or read something that can evoke something like nostalgia because the story follows the lines of something you’ve seen before (no plagiarism though!!! that’s stinky)

i get inspiration from a lot of things!! a lot of my fics are based on scenarios i come up with while trying to sleep. i think i’ve talked about this before, but usually before i sleep, i’ll come up with film ideas or drama ideas and essentially script out movies in my head which i turn into fic ideas as i’m not exactly able to produce an entire millions of dollars budget film. which is why i feel like my writing, at least to myself feels more visual, because it’s a visual piece in my head

fics like ‘standing next to you’ was inspired by the part in the MV where he’s on stage performing in-front of the actress on the car.

some of my writing is inspired by words i like, simple as that

or certain themes. a common theme in my writing is stars and destiny, something i really really love writing about hence why i probably bring it up so often

“stardust” was inspired by an article i’d read. movies i like. that one tae idea surrounding howls moving castle. “helping hands” was inspired by a tiktok i saw. stuff like “the feminine pact” was derived from my own ideals surrounding femininity, and my own sort of weird relationship with the term “feminine”

of course i get inspo from requests as well

really if you think about it there’s a story in every little detail of your life. and finding inspiration becomes hard when you’re actively seeking for it so let it just naturally come. i have a over active brain so i’m constantly thinking which on the occasion is incredibly useful when it comes to pulling ideas from every little detail of my life and the things that surround me

i think the assumption is that inspiration has to be something big, or meaningful to a large group of people when really it can be smaller things that other people deem insignificant, that you love

i hope that sort of helps?? this is purely from my own experience over the last year and a bit ☝️😔

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ january 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 10 029

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue; The Gemini Heist; and a Third, Secret Thing :)

proudest accomplishment: uhhh i can't really thing of anything... i made it to 10k words for the month at the very last minute does that count

books read: Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty; Station Eternity by Mur Lafferty

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

as you may or may not have noticed i haven't really been active on writeblr lately. between work, the fact that it's january, and having to shovel through, like, 4 snow storms, i haven't really had the time or energy.

started the writing year super strong. hit a wall about halfway and have since been in a terrible slump for most of the month.

however it turns out that you can trick your brain into thinking it's experiencing New WIP Euphoria by digging up and revamping an old wip (i.e. the Third, Secret Thing).

book comments: both books i read were about murder in space. both were pretty good. both get a solid 4/5 stars.

(between that, watching Glass Onion, rewatching Murder She Wrote, and starting to watch Columbo, i think i'm on a bit of a murder kick lately.)

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

not much to say about this one tbh. while most of my words from this month came from this wip, i've,, mostly just been patching up little things like smoothing over inconsistent details and adding a little meat to description and exposition... but i've been procrastinating on fixing the Big Stuff 😭

i really like how the new version is turning out compared to the first version tho. it's so much cleaner & that's very satisfying.

if only i could just *clenches fist* get myself to actually fuckin work on it

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (outlining / draft 0.5 or something)

i finished part 1 of 7!... and now i have no idea what i'm doing.

i don't think i like fast drafting lol. i hate how shitty my quality of writing has been. and yeah whatever that's the point of a fast draft blablabla but like, when my draft is already a little bit readable i can go back and reread parts and be like "oh hey this isn't half bad". and i know people are always like "don't reread right away!!! just keep writing!!!!!!!" but for me rereading as i go is part of the process lmao. not only does it remind me of important things i would otherwise forget, it also encourages me to keep going when i see that what i've done isn't terrible.

and... with this fast draft everything just feels terrible.

not to mention i can't seem to untangle plot... heists are fuckin hard to plan. especially since there's multiple opposing parties with different plans that are all going to inevitably go to shit, and so i have to make more plans for when that happens. it feels so complicated uuuggghghhhgh

☆ COMMENTS: a Third, Secret Thing (???)

i'm not gonna talk about it too much publicly yet so i don't jinx whatever is going on here (and i want to make sure i'm a bit more committed to this thing before introducing anything) but all i'll say is it's an older wip that i've talked about on my old blog that i've dug out and changed the genre into a dark modern fantasy mystery with messy sapphics.

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

alright i know i said i didn't want to talk too much about the Third Secret Thing yet but i couldn't find any passages to share in either AR or GH... so have this, with very little context :') uhhh tw for mentions of death and murder.

That’s how she ended up peeking groggily out the door at the frigid winter morning, having hastily thrown a sweatshirt over her pyjamas and a towel over her hair, only to have two police officers inform her that Vanessa Villa-Cortez had been found dead in her apartment early that morning.

“D… dead?” Amina repeated, her mind in a haze. She had to still be asleep, right? Maybe the guilt over ignoring that text had seeped into her subconscious and was feeding her dreams. There was no way someone was at her door telling her that Vanessa, a girl she hadn’t heard from in nearly seven years, was… was—

“Killed in an apparent burglary gone wrong last night,” said one of the officers gravely. “A neighbour noticed the door had been clearly forced in, went inside to check, and found Miss Villa-Cortez’s body on the floor of her apartment.”

Amina’s head began to swim. She clutched the doorposts to keep her buckling knees from giving way completely beneath her. No. No. Vanessa couldn’t be dead. Amina still had to answer her text.

if you know you know ;)

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

genera taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @chaylattes @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @nicola-writes @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @retrogayyde

[m1ckeyb3rry]

DHSHSH stop when you said emo the first thought in my head was that one emoji that was modified to have the emo bangs and then our local emo Rin but nooo I’m sure they all know you’re cooking! Fine wine takes time to age (i cringed a little saying this kinda cheesy but ykwim)

TRUE that’s why your plots and stories always slap…but yeah hmm the blue lock loophole is kinda hard….and yeah like we’ve mentioned before the only thing that comes to mind are the typical tropes of girl sneaks into bllk as a boy or becomes manager of bllk….i mean even the official game uses that premise of having the player become a newly hired analyst/manager for the players….but yeah hmmm im sure you’ll cook with something LOL

LMAOOO lovable witty assholes >>>> I like zantetsu a fair amount and he’s funny but yeah himbos aren’t exactly my type either oops

Yeah I cannot get over the uncle vibes either and it’s just reinforced by the stubble…ok but STOP THE AIKU BAROU IDEA IS TOO GOOD im crying the aikulations have me dying but he literally WOULD do that like “good ol barou-chan needs to blow off some steam…let’s get him a girl”

HAHA TY and yesss we’re basically the same person atp I’m sure any edit that’s been screened by you will be fire

I’m also kinda surprised I’ve seen a relative rise in Hiori fans as of late? Not just here but on different platforms like tiktok too…I guess I can’t be talking that much because it kinda includes me LMAOO I’ve always liked him and his blue coloring (I’m ngl a big part of it was just “oh I like that blue”) I will admit I think white butterfly did a good deal of conversion work on me too LOL him building the exact building hit me hard I had to go back and read and think like “wait…isn’t this the exact house description from earlier…” another genius take >>> but yeah LMAO his relatively recent switch up on his attitude on soccer brought in some fans too I think

LMAOOO SAE TACKLING HER TO PARALLEL HOW THEY FIRST MET SO REAL the idea has me laughing already…but literally if only more people had your brain cells like where is this characterization of him….the normal fanon him just seems so off to me ugh but we’ve had this convo before so I’ll spare you the rant again LOL but wait also i forgot that white butterfly and fwtkac were written back to back that was some really fast work too?? Considering fwtkac was pretty hefty too damn

LMAOO rin thinking that he’d be creepy reaching out asking for her address be instead deciding to actually go stalk her is such a rin way of thinking it’s hilarious

PERSONAL PROJECT OOOOOOOOO is this a secret project or is dropping hints allowed…will look forward to reading it either way though LOL

Maybe it was your subconscious rizz and the dude was gonna hit you up if you were a soccer fan and use that as a common interest /hj the way he just walks off after has me cackling though I feel like that’s such a stereotypical sports fan interaction HSGDJSHS I saw someone walking with a Manchester jacket once and was like omg manshine city LMAOO

ALSO CONGRATS ON 900 FOLLOWERS!!! 1k is gonna hit you real soon I can feel it…rightfully so after feeding the bllk community o7

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO in my rin era but not in terms of liking him just literally being him 😔✊🏻 /j no because sometimes it’s just that i can’t make myself write for a particular character at a given moment in time?? like rn you couldn’t PAY me to write for karasu (jk you def could pay me and i’d do it) even though i love him because i just am not motivated for him meanwhile i could probably spit out smth for like uhhh reo in a jiffy 😭 it’s so arbitrary which characters i want to write for at any given moment hence why i do some requests within a couple of days and others have been waiting for a while (plus like personal projects aka bfb get in the way too hence why i’m swearing off of them until i’m done the reqs currently in my inbox…only 9 to go 😰) so it��s not even a question of me taking my time w writing (reqs usually take 1-3 days for me to do) i’m just being #lazy about it…so nagi of me i fear 💔 BUT I AM GETTING BETTER I PROMISE I WILL FINISH THESE NINE SUPER SOON

i just love having my characters actually be active in the plot w goals and development ykwim and lowkey being a manager doesn’t rlly feel conducive to that because what genuine conflict is a manager facing FKSJSJKS especially compared to pomegranate ink y/n struggling w her family, her cursed technique, sukuna, AND her relationship w yuta 😭 but i’m sure the perfect au is out there that’s somewhat similar to bllk but has space for. yk. women

no because like zantstsu w his hair down and no glasses is soooo fine i 100% would go crazy for him if he was a little smarter but he is definitely a sweetheart to the max based on his egoist bible profile 🥹 so yeah i def respect zantetsu lovers but it’s not for me!! i’ll take his two besties tyvm 🫨

that is aiku’s FIRST thought too he’s not like “wow barou seems stressed maybe i should talk to him and make sure he’s doing alright” nope it’s straight to “yikes barou needs to feel the touch of a woman DESPERATELY or else he’s going to kill all of us and then himself” meanwhile niko is like 15 so he’s just going along w whatever because he doesn’t know better, lorenzo is in it for the vibes, aryu thinks reader x barou is so glam it becomes his otp, and tbh idgaf abt sendou but like he’s there too ig 😭 and the thing is it WORKS like one date w reader and barou is rejuvenated…literally a new man altogether

yes i’ve def seen a lot of hiori fans as of late!! although unfortunately my hobby of commenting horrendous takes on bllk dude bros’ videos means i mostly see them hating/comparing him to sae and charles 😭💔 but OMG no because i think the house thing actually makes me cry lowkey…the way he doesn’t know if she’ll ever come back to their hometown or if she’s single or if she even REMEMBERS him but he builds the house she used to dream of and waits there for her just in case she ever does return so no matter what she can at least see that he loved her the entire time too 😔 like hiori my pining green flag romantic goat ⁉️ NO miraverse love interest is doing it like him tbh (except peregrine nagi…he actually has white butterfly hiori beat i think it’s sickening how much that man loves reader we just haven’t gotten to the part of the story where that’s shown yet 😓)

hehe it’s so funny because i literally was working on white butterfly at night and it turned midnight to my birthday while i was writing it so i literally began my birthday writing a hiori fic 😭 so real of me though 😩 and yeah that’s what i mean when i’m actually motivated i’m SOO fast at writing (in 2021 i wrote a 173k word fic in abt a month) so there’s rlly no excuse for me to not have more of my reqs done 😵‍💫 anyways…seabird sae my king wish we had more content of him like that!! it probably won’t be from me though because sae isn’t super high on my priority list (he’s solid mid tier i’d say…in terms of personality though i will say he’s the superior itoshi bro even if rin is kinda better looking due to sae’s fuck ass haircut)

HEHE no it’s just the aiku wingman series not a secret at all!! so far i have ideas for the barou and otoya ones…i’m thinking i’ll definitely also do karasu and yukimiya, maybe do nagi and (gulp) possibly do sae HAHAHA the way that directly counteracts what i just said one paragraph ago 😓 but i think those characters make the most sense in terms of proximity/interactions/dynamics w aiku (except nagi actually i just want to write him because i love him)

LMAOOO no you’re def right i think he used soccer/the jersey as a way to talk to me without being too creepy but when i was obviously uninterested he had to dip rq 😔 classic mira x male chemical reaction…however if he’s not a blue locker i’m not interested 🥱🫣 it’s my goal in life to marry a famous soccer player i actually think that would be hilarious like imagine you just see me on tv in the stands being supportive (pretend yk my irl name and what i look like and whatnot) and you just have the knowledge that i wouldn’t even have met my husband or been interested in him if i didn’t watch a random soccer anime and become obsessed with a character that takes five second showers 😭

AHH THANK YOU i’m hoping to cook up smth fun for a 1k event that’s not just “ok requests are open knock yourselves out” like maybe i’ll do a theme to it?? idk we will see when we get there hehe but yeah lowkey it’s unbelievable that i have that many followers on here considering how little i post the content most of them must’ve actually followed me for (aka writing)

[korissideblog]

So! I decided I wanted to info dump about my bby, and I’m gonna do it here. Consider this a living document, cause ill be editing new questions and answers as they come in <3 if you have any more questions just comment them (or ask on anon if you want, I’ll answer both here and there)

Question from: @bobittybob20276

while Aito tries to train like the rest of her classmates (though sparring) his quirk really isn’t a fighting quirk, so yeah, most of her training happens out in the wild. He mostly trains on his classmates and teachers, but will occasionally go out of the school and try to charm random people she bumps into ;) . she continues his training after graduation, and keeps getting better and better the longer she’s in the field.

Question by: @zedthebuggy

kinda a tough question here, lemme try to explain how Aito’s quirk works; so pretty much it’s not really Aito’s gaze that makes it work, like his pupil doesn’t have to be trained on someone. His quirk works through her iris (the yellow bit). it looks normal most of the time, but when being used, it becomes wildly complicated, confusing the eye of her target and scrambling their brain a bit. pretty much, the brain normally simplifies everything so our eyes can kinda take shortcuts and let us quickly take in as much info as possible, but Aito’s irises are so overly complicated that the target’s brain is forced to focus excessively on them to keep up, making them very suggestible. that’s why Aito has to speak his commands, so that the target’s brain confuses Aito‘s voice for it’s own command (and also why the target won’t do anything too complicated or out of character. if the brain thinks too hard about what it’s doing, it could fall out of Aito’s control) his quirk would be better described as a sensory overload, but without the panic or any negative feelings. It actually feels rather nice to be charmed, like being a hot room with a cool fan blowing in your face, or drinking a warm drink in the snow. Very positive, yet opposity feelings at once if that makes sense

(side note, when Aito gets older, she can control when his quirk is “turned on” but while she’s in UA, it just constantly on all of the time, hence his choice in hairstyle)

so! To answer your question, if someone doesn’t know about Aito’s quirk, they have 0 clue that they’re being charmed, and will have 0 memory of whatever they do when charmed. If someone does know about her quirk though, their brain will recognize the feeling and will be able to combat it (she can still be pretty effective, but he still has to work harder for it) if someone knows about the quirk, their vision will get a bit darkend around the corners and may see quick flashes of darkness as their brain kicks off to focus on Aito’s irises. it takes a lot of willpower to fight Aito’s charms- or, just a very very simplified vision, like Aito’s mama has (if someone asks, I’ll talk later about Guadelupe’s vision, it’s actually pretty interesting) (side note again, if someone tires to fight her charm, it could leave them with a gentle headache <3)

and FINALLY Aito’s quirk doesn’t require her to physically see, as long as her target can see her, it works :)

Question by: @gatortopia

Aito decided to become a hero because… he’s perfect! And he wants everyone to know how perfect she is!! And everyone thinks heros are perfect!!! And soon EVERYONE will see how PERFECT he is!!!!!!!

(side notie <3)

when Aito’s father left them, he was cemented in Aito’s brain as someone who couldn’t see how perfect he was. Aito just wants to be seen by her father, but because he doesn’t know who he is, he assumed that the only way to get the man’s attention was to prove how perfect she can really be, and the only way she could figure out how to do that is by becoming a hero.

after he gets her license, he immediately starts heroing like others do, with big fights and capturing villains and saving people… but… that really didn’t work for her. No matter how strong or fast or clever she was, he couldn’t match up to his peers in the heroing world.her quirk just wasn’t made for that kinda work. He took some time off to figure himself out, and after a bit of time (and a lot of conversations with Michi, both professional and personal) he finally figured out that his best place to work was behind the scenes, collecting information and going undercover in villain hangouts and social events. he wears her support hero badge with pride. (and uhhh still sometimes helps with big fights and capturing villains and saving people. Hey! She spent good money on his hero suit! He’s gonna use it!!)

Question by: @ratty-memes

ooohhhh ok! This is the question I really wanna answer!!!

so! to clarify, Aito absolutely thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips, like even in the deep parts of her brain, she thinks he’s The Blueprint. I would almost describe her as narcissistic bordering on psychopathic. THE ONLY REASON I WOULDN’T DESCRIBE HER AS THIS THOUGH- is because of her reasoning

so- Aito was raised by his mama exclusively, and he thinks his mama hung the moon and painted the stars. Like she is a capital M capital B Mama’s Boy. He absolutely adores his mama and thinks she’s absolutely without flaw or defect. (She didn’t instill this in him, Guadelupe’s just a very nice lady and Aito was really messed up after his father left, so she clung to any semblance of a good parent she could find. (Even though he’s technically out of this stage already, and it’s much less pronounced, something similar happened when he met Sato. Guadelupe never dated after Aito’s father “because my mijo is the only person I’ll ever need” and because of that, Sato is the first positive male role model in his life. Most of his acting out actually is a product of wanting to keep Sato’s attention on him, and to subconsciously keep him from leaving like his father did))

Aito’s brain pretty much went “ok, my mama is Absolutely And Positively Perfect… and she really really loves me… she wouldn’t love a kid with flaws… so I must also be perfect!!” And that’s why she thinks she’s all that! She thinks his perfection is as obvious as the sky being blue, and his want for validation just his way of checking out the window and seeing the color or they sky. they sky is blue, and everyone knows that, and Aito is perfect, and everyone should know that!!

Question by: @cosmic-goof

you only get repercussions if you’re caught ;)

but also she’s promised multiple people that she won’t steal from strangers. In the classroom setting, people know that when your wallet or your ID card or your phone go missing, you should talk to Aito before you do anything else, strangers don’t know that, so whatever she takes is for keeps. He really doesn’t like keeping things from people as much as he just likes the act of pick pocketing, so if someone asks for their item back, Aito will immediately return it and will probably explain how and when he took it if they let him. only problem is, you obviously can’t do this with strangers, so instead she does other things, like asks them for a harmless favor that someone would never do for a stranger (“hey there, can you help me move tomorrow?” “Hi! Do you mind if I take your picture?” “Hello sir! can I look through your phone for a sec?”)

Question by: @cosmic-goof

at the moment, it’s usually an adult who knows about her quirk and tries very hard not to be charmed (think sato). she can still charm adults obviously, but it’s a bit harder to do bc she’s just a little baby. maybe when she trains more she’ll get stronger, but at the moment, that’s her limit (sorry if this is a weird answer, willpower doesn’t exactly come in like a points system irl, so I can’t be like “7 willpower!” yk?)

Question by: @glitchviper

I talked about this before with Rin’s blind eye (something I’ll probably add here) but being blind in one eye wouldn’t stop Aito’s quirk (as long as you look at her with your non-blind eye, you can still be charmed, hence why when looking at Aito with only her blind eye, Rin wasn’t charmed)

the only was to not be charmed by Aito is to just not see her eyes, so total blindness or some kind of visual abnormality (like her mama has. somebody PLEASE ask me about Lup’s eyes. I have diagrams) but! if a person is seeing, but can’t hear Aito (be it because of deafness, or some issues in the environment like loud noises or earmuffs) a person can be charmed, but cannot be commanded <3

((p.s. I’ll be talking a lot about blindness or other disabilities while discussing Aito’s quirk, but if I say or display any ableist language or sympathies, please know it’s out of ignorance and not malice, and correct me when you can.))

[love-patient-0s-writing-world]

Thorns

Shuichi x Reader

Class: SFW

Word Count: 2k

CW: Hanahaki, blood, cursing/swearing, a few headcanons of mine about hanahaki slipped through, tiny bit of Kaede slander(sorry), jealousy, Harukaito, Ishimondo, talk of death, 

Part: 1, 2(coming soon)

Note: Sorry this took so long! Life in general happened and this story got out of hand and a lot longer than expected, so I’m chopping it up into parts. Also please let me know if you’d like me to add something to the CW.

‘Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid STUPID.....I’m so fucking stupid’ why did I have to fall for him of all people, the boy who very obviously likes someone else and that somebody else clearly reciprocates them; it’s only a matter of time until either of them confesses and then their perfect love story would start, it was destined to be.....so why did this have to happen? This horrible tight feeling in your chest, the cuts that were littered through out your esophagus and mouth, the awful myriad of vibrant rose petals and fully bloomed ones accompanied by their thorny stems which were stained pink with blood.

It all started when you lost your sweater, running around the school searching like a mad man for it. That’s when you quite literally ran into the poor detective, you two were in the same grade and shared a few classes, you even sat behind him in homeroom but never really talked outside of the usual formalities, that was understandable due to your somewhat questionable reputation; so maybe caging him beneath you in the middle of a hallway wasn’t the best outside of class introduction. You very quickly got off him apologizing profusely, when you saw his bright red face only one word came to mind ‘cute’. You helped him get off the ground, remembering about your missing sweater you decide to ask if he’s seen it. “Hey Shuichi, you wouldn’t have happened to see a (F/C) sweater anywhere have you?” he took a second to respond “No I haven’t seen one, sorry” “It’s ok don’t worry about it, besides I’m the one who lost it” trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

“Well...I better get back on the hunt-” but before you could say goodbye he interrupted you “I-I can help you look for it if you want?” “Well I guess having another pair of eyes isn’t bad, plus you’re the Ultimate Detective right?” “Y-yeah.” you started walking down the hallway without warning. He followed after you quickly like a lost puppy, both of you walk into various classrooms getting more and more disheartened when you didn’t find it. That’s when it hits you “I think I might know where it is. But you can’t tell anybody about where this place is, ok?” he looked rather hesitant but curiosity got the better of him “S-sure.” You waved for him to follow you and he did, as you walked towards the back of the school he started to get nervous “H-hey isn’t this the area where M-Mondo and his g-gang hang out in?” “Yes but there’s no need to worry...unless you need or want to leave then please feel free to go, you’ve already helped me a ton today.” You looked back at him with a reassuring smile “N-no...I’ll keep looking with you.” You just kept walking until you stopped in front of a door with the Crazy Diamonds logo on it, Shuichi just stared at the door with wide eyes. Before he could ask any questions you knocked on the metal door, a little window slides open “Heey (Y/N)!” “Heeey Ryuji!” but before he opened the door fully he saw Shuichi who was hiding behind you. “Who’s the runt?” “Don’t worry he’s with me.” you gently pulled him next to you. “...Alright, but he better not snitch.” “I made sure he wouldn’t.” You smlied at Ryuji as he opened the door to let you both in.

You leaned into him and whispered “Stay close.” he nodded and did just that. It was a rather large room with bikers and delinquents alike entertaining themselves, they had turned an abandoned storage area into a rather nice rec room. As the two of you walked towards the back of the room, you noticed how Shuichi was being jostled around. You snake an arm around his waist and pull him close to you “Sorry, but it wouldn’t be good if you got injured somehow because of me.” leaning in to whisper that in his ear, an extreme blush burned across his face “I-It’s ok.” You just tried to quicken the pace so you could let him go from your hold although for some reason you really didn’t want to. Once you reached the back you turned into a dark hallway with a door near the end, when you reached the door you knocked on it. He could hear shuffling from inside when all of a sudden the door swung open, causing him to jump a bit. Standing in front them was the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader, Mondo Owada “WHO THE FU-(Y/N)!?” his demeanor did a complete 180. The anger on his face melted off and his voice lost it’s gruffness “What are you doing here kid? You rarely ever come here after school.” before you could answer him, he looked over and saw Shuichi. He was shaking like a leaf when Mondo’s sharp gaze landed on him. “Who-” your arm was still wrapped around his waist, holding him close to you, this did not get past his sharp eyes “Heeeeyyyy! Did you come here to tell me that you finally got a piece of ass! Congrats kid!” he pat your shoulder as if you’d won an award. You stood there silent from shock, sure you thought Shuichi was incredibly smart and extremely pretty even while he turned into a tomato right next to you. Your grip around him subconsciously tightened, when you finally shook off the shock. You were about to correct him and ask if you left your sweater here, but as usual you were cut off.

“Hey! That’s a very unwholesome thing to say! Especially to underclassmen, we’ve got to be a good example to them!” Taka marched up to the door and stood next to Mondo his face resembled that of an angry disapproving mother. He looked over to you and Shuichi “Hello (Y/N)!” “Hey Taka.” he stuck his hand out towards Shuichi “You must be (Y/N)’s boyfriend! What’s your name, are you an ultimate as well?” Shuichi hesitantly shook his hand “Uhhh...m-my name is Sh-Shuichi Saihara, I’m the Ultimate D-Detective.” he was clearly nervous and didn’t want to possibly upset them by correcting their assumption, at least that’s what you thought with the way he leaned further into you. Mondo started to chuckle a bit “Wow kid you’re more like me than I thought.” “What do you mean?” quirking an eyebrow at him “We’re both delinquents and are dating a goody two shoes.” “We’re not date-ing!” your voice cracked hard but you continued anyways “We’re just friends.” Mondo stared at you a bit before chuckling again the smile on his face getting bigger “Ahhhh I get it friends” you just sighed in defeat as the biker wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you.

Taka cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention “Anyways, (Y/N) what did you come here for?” by the sounds of it he already knew why you showed up. “I came to ask if I left my swea-” “Yes you did in fact leave your sweater here.” you could practically feel the lecture coming. He walked into the room and returned shortly, with a neatly folded (F/C) sweater in hand “You really shouldn’t forget your sweater, what if you or your...friend was freezing, you could’ve caught a cold!” ‘Wow he doesn’t believe me either’ snatching your sweater away from him “I know, I know” letting out a small sigh ‘finally I can leave’. “Alright we’re going to leave now!” “Alright kiddo! I’m sure you and your friend will have lots of fun together!” you started to walk away faster with Shuich still glued to your side. When you both were out of earshot Mondo slung his arm around Taka “How come every relationship that’s with an ultimate detective is kept secret?”

You quickly walked towards the exit before anyone else could embarrass you even further. Pushing open the slightly heavy metal door you said a quick ‘bye’ to Ryuji, as soon as the door slammed closed behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. Shuichi was obviously tense but as you let out the soft sigh he relaxed significantly into your side, to an outsider it would’ve looked like you two really were a...couple. ‘OH SHIT MY ARM IS STILL AROUND HIM’ you had to coax the limb into letting go of him especially with the way he had melted into you. It must have taken him a moment to realize that he was no longer in your arms, he took a large step to the side his cheeks flushed pink “S-sorry!” “It’s fine, no need to apologize.” giving him a soft smile. You took a few steps forward hinting at him to follow you and he did, quickly standing by your side again as you brought him back to the ‘safer’ area of the school. “So...uhmm how do you know Mondo” “That’s a looong story....but you don’t need to worry about him” you got close to him and whispered “he’s actually a huge softie once you get to know him.” Giggling when you remembered how the big bad biker started crying over a small stray puppy. His cheeks were a light pink when you looked back at him a small smile ghosting his face, ‘UGH he’s too cute I just wannna scoop him up and...NO, NO I DON’T’ scolding yourself mentally for thinking of something like that, Mondo must have really messed with your mind when he kept talking about dating.

You sighed as you continued on autopilot to the front of the school, somehow forgetting the subject of your VERY UNTRUE thoughts was walking right alongside you. Feeling the cool breeze on your skin made a shiver run down your spine, so you put on the sweater that caused you so much of hastle today. As you slipped it on a soft voice snapped you back into reality “(Y-Y/N)....” “Mhm?” Your eyes drifted over to the fidgeting boy next to you, while straightening out the sweater. You stared at him as he seemed to plan out his words carefully, he’d open his mouth only to close it again, it was actually kinda cute...’AAAAHHH WHY DO I KEEP THINKING LIKE THIS!’ you wanted to slam your head into the concrete wall that surrounded the school. He took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh, effectively grabbing your attention. “A-are you heading h-home?” his voice got quieter ‘Huh?’ “Yeah.” ‘So that’s what he was so nervous to ask?’  You thought to yourself for a moment after seeing his what seems permanently tinted cheeks and shy smile, looking away from him to get  an unbiased answer ‘Should I...no this is just a one time thing, I shouldn’t get attached to him.’ You turned back to the blushing boy “Well...I gotta go home, thank you for all your help today Shuichi.” a sweet smile on your face “N-no problem.” You started your walk home but before you stepped out onto the sidewalk you turned around and waved him goodbye, he waved back. 

Now it was back to your ordinary life, popping in your earbuds as you made your way back home. When you reached it you opened the door to the almost always empty house, you plopped your bag and stared at the books peaking out cringing a bit at all the homework you need to complete. ‘Well at least I just have one more day until the weekend’ letting out a sigh as you grab the needed books and notebooks to start, it was surprisingly easy so when you finally finished it you went about your usual routine until you decided to crawl into bed. You stared at the ceiling thinking about what exactly happened today, you could feel your heartbeat quicken as his flushed face and soft smile appeared in your brain, instead of shaking it out of your mind you let yourself indulge in the thoughts as you drifted off to sleep; cuddling into one of your plush pillows with a sleepy smile on your face.

I really hope you enjoyed reading this! Apologies for not posting much writing but that is soon to change! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

[littleoddwriter]

You’re Alright | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Another vent fic, who would have thought?! I’m sorry for not fulfilling another request tonight and making you wait instead, but uhhh- If I hadn’t written this then I’d probably have done sth like Reader does in the fic, and none of us would want that. So, yeah, short “disclaimer” for those who might be worried then; I haven’t done the ‘really bad’ things that Reader will be doing in the fic, obviously. That’s why I wrote it - so I wouldn’t follow through with it. [I hope it’ll prevent me from doing it entirely (speaking of tomorrow, for example, lol)]. Anyway, mind the tags and all that, if anyone should end up reading it at all. Cheers!

summary; OCD and BPD strike again? Reader has open wounds and intrusive thoughts pop up to only make matters worse. Roman is being a good ass boyfriend, y’all.

notes; TW // Contamination OCD; BPD episode, kind of; Delusion (I think?); Dissociation; Descriptions of open wounds; Self-Harm (scratching oneself; also Attempted Self-Harm); Intrusive Thoughts; Anxiety; Knives. Male!Reader; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Grounding; Showering (nothing explicit, but the shower plays a part in the beginning); Receiving Help; Also Roman calls Reader “sweet boy” and “sweetheart” for those who might feel uncomfortable with that.

While Roman was still busy, you had taken a shower, like you did every single day, as it was set in your routine. That evening, though, you were in utter pain. Your hands, wrists and forearms were littered with open, bleeding and puss-oozing wounds, in which you had then discovered lint from your sweater you've been wearing all day. It made you feel sick and panicked. Your mind was racing, while you were desperately holding your wounds under cold water to wash them out and hopefully get the lint out of there.

Every once in a while, you stopped the running water and looked at your wounds in the bright light of the bathroom, closely inspecting them. There was still some lint in them. You wanted to scream. Instead of doing that, you grabbed your soap, turned on the tap once more and then scrubbed your hands and arms to get rid of it, anxious that it would actually cause an infection.

That was all before your shower. When you've finally gotten rid of all the lint, you stepped into the shower and tried to just concentrate on that and think about what you'd be doing with Roman that night. It was hard, though. Your thoughts always jumped back to your wounds, which you also couldn't help but see while you were showering. It was awful. You felt sick to your stomach.

After your shower, you toweled yourself dry quickly and dressed in your most comfortable clothes, which consisted of a too big, old shirt and sweat pants, for calm, casual evenings. Then you took a closer look at the wounds once more. There really seemed to not be any more lint in the open ones, but you noticed that some of the closed ones were a little dark. Your mind started racing once more. Was it lint that you hadn't noticed before the wound closed? Was it possible for the wound to close up properly when there was something in it? You didn't know, you weren't a doctor after all. Fuck!

Trying not to let the anxiety get to you, you washed your hands again and tried to just think about Roman and nothing else.

It just wouldn't work. 

Instead images and thoughts pushed themselves into your mind, making you watch how you hurt yourself in your mind's eye. You had to see how you would scratch open the closed wounds, or take a knife and cut them open, to get them really bleeding and hopefully get all the dirt out of there.

You didn't want to do it. It was very tempting, though. So much, so that you had to will yourself back to reality and calm down for a moment, before you finally left the bathroom, shaken up and clenching your fists rhythmically.

Then you were stuck in the bedroom, pacing and doing skills to get rid of the urge, but nothing worked. Nothing made the images go away. Nothing eased your mind. Nothing made you look at the wounds and think it was everything but what you thought it was.

You started to get desperate. Knowing he allowed you to interrupt him in such cases, you wanted to call for Roman or go get him, but you always felt so guilty about it. You knew how important the current meeting was, and you didn't want to embarrass him in front of his business partners.

Subconsciously, you had started scratching the spots that were responsible for your situation. You didn't break skin just yet, but you were close. It burned painfully. 

It wasn't enough.

Not really knowing what you were doing, your legs moved you over to one of the bedside tables, Roman's, where you knew a knife lay in it. You took it out of the drawer and pulled it out of it's expensive leather sheath. It glinted in the dimmed bedroom lights, as you looked at it closely, as if in a trance.

Then you sat down on the edge of the bed, the knife in your hand, as you tried as hard as you could not to follow through with this. Every little glance at your wounds made you weaker. Every little thought of what could be under your skin, under the closed wounds, made you itch for it more and more.

"Don't do it, sweetheart," you suddenly heard Roman's calm voice, startling you.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, while the blade pointed at the back of your one hand. "But-"

"No. Don't do it. It's stupid and you know it. I'm here now. Put the knife down, sweet boy." With every little sentence he stepped closer to you, slowly and deliberately, his arms spread open, and his hands raised, in a placating manner.

"There is something under my skin! I- I just need to get it out and then I'll put the knife down, okay?" Your hands started shaking. If it was anxiety, or from trying to hold yourself back, you didn't know.

Suddenly Roman's hands wrapped around each of your wrist; one pulled your arm forcefully away from your hand, as it was the one holding the knife. "Let go of the knife. Now." He squeezed your wrist. It hurt, due to the open wounds, less because of how tightly he was gripping your arm.

After a few moments, you finally let go of the knife and let it fall to the floor between you and Roman. He quickly picked it up, put it back in the sheath and then back in the drawer.

All the while, you sat on the edge of the bed, your entire body quivering. You felt so fucking sick to your stomach all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whined repeatedly, not able to look at him at all, instead looking at your thighs.

Roman sat down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, drawing you close and against his chest. "Ssshhh, it's alright. It's alright, sweetheart. You haven't done it on purpose, it's alright, eh?"

Sniveling, you buried your face in his chest. He rubbed his hands gently up and down on your one arm that wasn't pressed against him. Like this, he continued shushing you for a good while, as you tried your best to calm down.

When you've calmed down quite enough, you withdrew from his chest, reluctantly looking at him. You knew that if he could smile, he would try to put on his best reassuring, gentle smile for you. Even though there was nothing of his remaining face visible, but only his leather mask instead, you just knew that was what he was trying to express anyway. You leaned up and pressed your lips to the cold metal zipper, like you always did. He nudged his masked face against yours gently, in the mock of a kiss back.

"What can I do to help you, my sweet boy?" Roman asked after a few moments, murmuring it against your lips.

"I- I don't know. I'm sorry. I have no fucking idea." You lowered your head, partially in shame, partially in frustration.

Roman lifted your head back up by his gentle grip with his index finger and thumb on your chin. "It's alright. We'll find a way. Should I perhaps call the doctor and have him take a look at it?"

With wide eyes, you shook your head frantically. You couldn't stand doctors at the best of times. You were terrified.

"Alright, no doctors then," he chuckled lightly, making you smile wryly. "How about we'll carefully clean out all your wounds then, and wrap them up afterwards? Would that help?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" You shrugged, wincing.

Roman sighed and squeezed the arm where one of his hands still rested on. "We'll just have to try then, eh?," he nudged you gently, "Come on then, let's do this, alright, sweetheart?"

"Alright, yeah. Thank you," you whispered, smiling softly.

Roman leaned into you and nudged his face against yours once more, as you kissed the zipper a couple of times.

For a moment you could at least forget what had even happened before.

[demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol]

a/n: okay uhhh idk what this is, i just wasn’t feeling all that good and i read this obi wan blurb by the lovely @kaminobiwan and for like the first time in years i felt like writing something??? so shout out to karina for that blurb, also shout out to @scribbledghost because im sure this is subconsciously inspired but all her comfort fics/blurbs because i am constantly reading those. also shoutout to anybody who has ever written an obi wan fanfic that i’ve reblogged here, because i know for a fact my perspective  and understanding and feelings towards obi wan are entirely inspired and shaped by y’all.

this is only like the 3rd fanfic type thing i’ve ever written in my entire life, and the first i’ve shared so pls be gentle ajsfhdjksf. also this is entirely self indulgent but i wrote it so that y’all can picture yourself here maybe find comfort in this.

pairing: obi wan kenobi x gn!reader

words: 779

content: mental breakdown, sad thoughts, SO much comfort, obi wan makes everything better

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You’re sitting in the kitchen when Obi Wan comes home, the sound of the door opening and his shoes shuffling into the room just enough to pull you out from your thoughts, but not enough to give you the energy to acknowledge him.

“Darling, are you home?” you hear him say.

“Kitchen,” you responded softly.

As you hear him make his way over, you make an effort to turn in your chair to at least face him. When he walks through the doorway he has a soft smile on his face, which drops when he sees yours.

“y/n, what’s wrong?”

You shut your eyes and twist your mouth, pausing before giving a quiet “I don’t know.” When you open your eyes again the concern in his face makes tears well up in your eyes without your permission.

He quickly closes the distance between you and kneels in front of your chair, reaching up to cup your cheeks with both hands. You lean in and grab his wrists, almost like you’re afraid if you let go he’ll disappear, and let out a sob. Obi Wan uses his thumb to wipe away some of your tears, and waits patiently until you’re ready to speak. You take a deep inhale, stuttering from the lack of oxygen caused by crying, and try to explain to him.

“Sometimes… sometimes I just feel like I’m not made for this universe,” you whisper as you slowly open your eyes to meet his. “Like…sometimes I feel like I let other people make decisions for me for too long, and now I’m here and this life isn’t mine but it’s too late to fix it and i-“ you stop and shut your eyes again, feeling another sob trying to work it’s way out of your mouth. One of Obi Wan’s hands moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb in little circles to try and soothe you. You take another breathe and open your eyes again. “I just feel like I’m not supposed to be here, but there’s nowhere else for me to go.”

With a final sniffle from you, Obi Wan can sense that you’re done for the moment, and wipes away a stray tear. “Darling, the world is so big, and you’re still so young, it’s much too early to rule out finding your place in the universe. And I know sometimes life can feel like a cage, but you’re here because you’re meant to be here, and the universe wants you to find a home here. I want you to find a home here.”

He shifts closer to your chair and uses his hands to angle your face so you’re staring directly into his eyes.

“I know sometimes everything seems out of your control, but that is not a reflection of your life. It may feel like other people’s decisions have gotten you where you are, but you have made so many important decisions in your life that without them, you wouldn’t be where you are today. And you will have so many other chances to make decision for you, decisions that no one else will be able to make.”

He kneels a little higher and brings his forehead to yours, and he’s so close that you can’t help but notice that his blue eyes are a touch shinier than they normally are, the sight of unshed tears in his eyes for you making your heart stutter.

“But darling, you have to be here to make those decisions. If you choose to give up now, you’re not going be able to choose to have the experiences you will no doubt have in the future, experiences that you’ll feel the universe wanted you to be here for. And I know it may seem that certain people want you to do certain things, but I promise you, you have people in your life that only want you to be happy and safe and thriving. I want you to be happy and safe and thriving.” He whispers that last part as he looks into your eyes, and you swear he’s looking into your very being. Your eyes well up with tears again and you slide off the chair, into his arms, and he holds you tightly and strokes your head while giving you soft kisses on your temple.

“I will always be here to bring you back to this universe” he whispers into your hair, and as the light from the setting sun streams into your kitchen as you sit in the lap of the man who has given you everything, you think you might just have the strength to keep on going.

[pynkhues]

Why does no one ever hold rio accountable for shooting dean? Like everyone hates Beth but nobody ever talks about rio almost killing Dean the father of her kids. Doing the same thing that everyone hated Beth for. Taking away rio form Marcus. Like rio almost took away Dean from his kids. I think it’s very hypocritical.

I think that there are quite a few things to unpack in that question, anon, and some of it I think is genuinely based on the way the story has played out, and the arcs of certain characters and plots, and how the chips ultimately fell with some of the themes and messaging. I also think personally though that some of it boils down to how some people within the audience feel about Rio, and some selective reading on his character and his dynamic with Beth overall.

So let’s explore that!

Prelude to a Bullet Wound

At the foundation of your ask is a pretty specific question I think about how the story depicts consequences, who it holds to account, and who is deserving or undeserving of those consequences overall. Even more specifically – although please correct me if I’m wrong! – is a question about how those consequences are dealt in the Dean x Beth x Rio dynamic.

And that’s actually a really tricky question, because I think a lot of the time we like to compare Beth and Dean’s relationship with Beth and Rio’s with the expectation that that comparison can ultimately be presented as a sort of check-list of does and does-not, which actually does the complexity of both relationships a disservice.

From history to dynamic to context to personalities to attraction, it’s all so fundamentally different when you’re talking about these two relationships, that when you start to talk about the betrayals within both of them (of which there are many in each), they’re actually pretty incomparable.

So this brings me to my first point.

Consequences, Crime and Punishment

I think one of the big misreads of this series from audiences is that Dean hasn’t been punished for what he’s done to Beth over the course of the show.

Because he actually has! Dean has been shot by Rio, like you said. He was briefly kicked out of the house, he was in a car accident, he was ousted from his own company and then he lost that company altogether, he was mugged and humiliated after trying to order a hitman, he watched his wife slip further and further away from him, had to start from the bottom in a new business, was sexually harassed by his boss then lost opportunities, and is now essentially being used as a patsy in a new criminal enterprise.

The thing is, Beth has never really been the one to punish him. She’s certainly made choices and done things that have humiliated him, but none of it was really an act to deliberately hurt him, more she made choices to be selfish in their relationship in a way she never had been (i.e. taking over Boland Motors, sleeping with Rio), but I’ll come back to that in a moment.

The fact that the story has punished Dean but Beth hasn’t is a really important distinction to make, and I think it’s crucial in unpacking both Beth and Dean, and Beth and Rio’s dynamic, as well as understanding some of the audiences hostility towards Dean’s storyline and why the audience doesn’t hold Rio accountable for shooting Dean in the first place.

It’s further underpinned, I think, by the fact that the show has rewarded Dean narratively with Beth’s forgiveness three times over (the first time being at the end of season 1 before the cancer lie was revealed, the second being the moment before Amber revealed Dean had cheated on her more than once in 2.05, and the third was with Beth’s seeming acceptance of Dean kissing Gayle [although I do think that would’ve come back up had we gotten all of s3]), and then placated him with her pity, fatigue, and the lies she’s told to keep him onside and out of her way.

It is exhausting. Dean is exhausting. The Boland marriage limping on season after season is exhausting. It’s also, I think, painfully realistic for a couple like Dean and Beth, who married at a formative age, and who’s foundation was built on Beth’s subservience, her desperate need for security and stability, and her willingness to dim her own light to brighten his.

A quick personal aside:

When my parents were in the dying days of their 30+ years relationship, their marriage counsellor told them that a relationship’s dynamic is really set within the first year of that relationship. You can change it after that, but it requires a lot of work and a deliberate effort to change that dynamic on many, many levels, and for many couples, it is too much work. It certainly was for my parents.

If you think about Beth and Dean in that context, it means that Beth’s energy with Dean is still somewhat stuck within a shell of being a neglected, private teenage girl trying to look after her sister and Dean being the son of a successful businessman, entitled with the knowledge he’d inherit that successful business one day.  

They are not those people anymore, and they both know it, but their relationship dynamic does play out that way. Dean will never see her as more than his to take care of, and Beth will forever fight the instinct to see Dean as the provider she never had growing up – something the show has addressed explicitly in many ways.

And the thing is, that’s not Beth and Rio’s relationship at all.

The foundations that they have built this thing between them on are both shakier and stronger, built on Beth’s need to survive in the moment and thrive in the future, and Rio seeing not the neglected teenage girl that Dean saw, but a fierce woman prepared to drag him for having the audacity to try and kill her in her own home.

Beth’s relationship with Dean is, in many ways, an essential component of Beth and Rio’s dynamic, simply because Beth won’t let Rio ever treat her the way Dean has and does. Beth holds Rio accountable in a way she doesn’t Dean (although very interestingly to me, she has at points looked to him to provide for her in the same way she’s looked at Dean), and it means she punishes Rio in a way she doesn’t punish Dean. She does this in no small part because Rio holds her accountable and punishes her in ways Dean doesn’t as well, simply because he expects so much more from her.

This is probably best encapsulated in 1.06, where Rio ups her drop (ergo, her degree of responsibility in the crime world) while Dean assumes she’s a victim, but it’s touched on routinely across the seasons.

Beth and Rio ultimately respect each other. Even when they’re deliberately undermining each other (usually Beth, haha) or deliberately condescending and patronising each other (usually Rio, haha), the basis of their relationship has been built on Beth showing promise, and Rio taking a chance, and grown into a complicated dynamic of control and autonomy, desire and fulfilment, want and approval, possession and abandonment, all playing out as some twisting, sexually charged game which, as I’ve said before, they both simultaneously want to win, and don’t want to play at all.

All of this means that where Beth and Dean are within a dynamic of placation and diminishment, Beth and Rio are constantly going toe-to-toe with each other either side of some line they’ve imagined up. It means they do hold each other accountable, that they ensure the other feels the consequences of their actions, that they never release their hold on the other (even if sometimes it looks like they do).

As a result though too, it does mean that that line can be crossed, and when it is, it’s almost always in a big, big way.

Uhhh, Sophie, this is a lot of meditating on Beth and Dean and Beth and Rio’s relationship for a question that was about why no one cares about Rio shooting Dean, but hates Beth for shooting Rio

Right! It is! But I also think it’s important in understanding why both acts had such different responses from audiences, and that namely boils down to the fact that I think most people saw, consciously or subconsciously, the act of Rio shooting Dean as a consequence of Dean’s behaviour, not of Beth’s, and therefore a punishment for Dean’s behaviour in the narrative overall, not a punishment of Beth.

Dean getting shot was a story-level punishment of Dean that felt earned.

It was Rio handling what Beth couldn’t, and it is satisfying to watch, particularly in the context of later seasons, because it does feel like a marked act of narrative accountability.

It’s just unfortunate that it resulted in so much of the fandom ignoring the fact that it was an incredibly harsh punishment to Beth, something that we’ve been dealing with ever since because it clearly made Beth feel like she couldn’t leave him during his treatment, and by the end of that treatment she had, once again, softened.

On the other hand, Rio getting shot by Beth was both a story-level and a character-level punishment that was ultimately unearned on either of those levels.

It’s not that it didn’t make sense in terms of the escalating push-pull dynamic that is so central to Beth and Rio’s relationship and chemistry, but that there wasn’t enough build-up for it – and Rio hadn’t done enough to deserve it – which in turn made the punishment not fit the crime (which is to say nothing of the racist optics of it). It was a damning act that, quite simply, didn’t work in the context of season 2 overall, and as opposed to criticising the writing choice, some fans chose to turn that into a hatred of Beth’s character.

A brief aside

I do always find it interesting that many of these same fans refuse to confront the fact that Beth and the girls have had relentless punishment at the hands of others – particularly Rio – since this show started, but that feels like a whole other post.

Smoke and mirrors

These two acts are interesting to look at in the context of these respective dynamics, but they’re actually not parallel events. In that sense, I actually find the act of Beth insinuating herself into Rhea and Marcus’ life a much more comparable act to Rio shooting Dean than Beth shooting Rio was.

They were different types of violence – a psychological one over a physical one – sure, but had the same underpinning themes of home invasion, involving each other’s families in the fucked-up dynamic between them, and revealing a degree of Beth and Rio’s intimacy to the other’s (ex)partner (Rio through touching Beth in front of Dean, Beth through the pregnancy lie meaning Rhea knew Beth and Rio had slept together). It also puts them both as instigators on similar playing fields. They were, after all, actions that both Beth and Rio sought out doing.

It makes for a really interesting parallel that I wish we all talked about more!

Beth shooting Rio on the other hand was a manifestation of a set-up and a betrayal, a kidnapping gone wrong, an effort to strongarm Beth into killing an FBI agent, and yeah. Not my favourite plot choice on the show, haha, so I absolutely understand why it isn’t others’ too.

A final note

Look, all story analysis aside – at the end of the day, a portion of the fandom woobifies Rio and loathes Dean too, which no doubt plays a large part in some people’s response to these two acts. You only need to look at the volume of Rio x Reader or Rio x OC fics on here and ao3 to see that there’s a big chunk of the fandom out there who projects other fantasies onto his character, which is, of course, entirely fine! It’s just a shame some of them choose to let that influence the way they view canon and publicly treat other characters on the show too.

[sedge-and-sanctuary]

🐺💀🍋🌰🐾 all for Verand (or someone else if you prefer)

—BlueFox/The LostWood Pack

oh ty! love an excuse to talk abt Verand! (might mix in some answers abt her sister Radun too)

🐺 if your wolf was a different kind of animal, what animal would they be?

 time to work out the old daemon assigning muscles I’m tempted to just say ‘a sand plover’ because her full name is Sand Plover but that doesn’t feel quite right tbh! They’re too like-- timid?

I’d say her main traits are that she grew up in a bad environment, travelled far away, and is very adventurous (and currently kind of a troublemaker), so I think she’d be  something migratory!

Tentatively (and it has to be tentative bcos otherwise ill be reading wikipedia pages about animals all day trying to get this Perfect lmao) I would say she’d be a caspian seal or california sea lion. They’re both migratory, slightly obnoxious (esp sea lions are often considered a pest or nuisance animal by fishermen), and have that ocean connection which I like since Verand grew up near the ocean, as well as both seals & sea lions having sort of a playful reputation, & she’s definitely got this sort of goofy playful energy when she’s not being a pain in the ass!

💀 what’s your wolf’s greatest fear?

Uhhh it’s hard to say for me bcos Verand is a pretty confident fearless fool RN. I do think she has some fears from her unhappy puphood that she does her best to ignore & kind of stubbornly refuses to acknowledge she even has if that makes sense?

She’s probably deep-down really terrified of being rejected in the sanctuary pack the way she was rejected by her birth pack (I think this is maybe part of her rebelliousness-- like she subconsciously wants to push and push and test to make really sure that the sanctuary pack will keep her around even when she’s acting out). 

Out of everything her worst fear is probably losing her sister, though. Radun saved Verand’s life, is her only connection to her birth pack, is her only family, was the only person around for almost all of her childhood-- they’re closer to each other than any one else, and even though they’re fighting RN Verand would just be completely shattered if anything happened to Radun.

Radun’s greatest fear similarly is something happening to Verand, but she’s also much more consciously scared that the sanctuary pack will reject her, or fall apart, or a million other things. I think she’s a bit sort of hyper-vigilant due to the environment she grew up in & just overanalyzes every little thing that happens trying to think out implications and get out ahead of anything going wrong (which served her well in her birth pack, and kinda baffles the sanctuary pack, where words & actions don’t actually tend to have deep hidden meanings & there’s essentially no political scheming).

🍋what’s your wolf’s least favourite thing about themself? their favourite?

I think Verand is pretty self-confident? Which she likes about herself. She likes that she’s adventurous and curious and thinks her big sister is boring for not wanting to explore and take risks the same way she does!

She’s maybe a bit over-eager to please, and is aware of it; like she really wants the other adols to think she’s cool (esp. Kit), and sometimes will do or say something that’s a bit obviously ‘trying too hard’ and be embarrassed about it. She doesn’t like that worm of insecurity that she’s still got in her.

🌰 what does your wolf do for fun?

HM this is actually tricky for me. I’ve been struggling a lot with what Verand and Catfish’s misbehaving actually CONSISTS of because I don’t know what wolves would like. Do for fun?

I think she & Catfish and Uno like just stomp around sanctuary territory a lot at first, just exploring, but once that gets ‘boring’ for them I’m not sure what they’d do! play pranks for sure, probably wander further and further afield, skip their hunting duties to goof off, maybe like, get drunk off of fermented fruit or something IDK. I think later in life she’ll still love exploring, but also be willing to hang out w older pack members more & come to rlly enjoy listening to their stories!

🐾 how does your wolf feel about humans (or other non-wolf animals)?

I think her curiosity makes her pretty open to non-wolf animals, and especially humans. I don’t believe she’s ever seen a human-- she’s spent basically her whole life travelling through deep back country and then living way up in the mountains. 

She’s really curious about them; almost all the pack’s elders (Hat Trick, Finch, Rover, Seven) have these crazy stories about their times living with humans, and humans do such weird stuff; they build giant buildings, they drive cars, they have guns-- Verand views these things as almost myths I think, because she’s never seen them, and the idea of like-- a skyscraper is so outside the scope of her life? So she wants to see if all those stories about humans are true! this is foreshadowing future lore stuff

[imma-lil-teapot]

TMNT 2003/2K3 Headcanon: Crying - (Raphael)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Alrighty then, lockdown has officially started here. :/ *Unenthusiastic streamers fly* Oh well, look what we have all the time in the world for: WRITING! *Enthusiastic streamers fly* Not too much extra to add in this regard since the last headcanon (thanks a bunch for the likes btw, guys :D ), so I guess we’ll just get right into it. :)

Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!  

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But… well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO

RAPHAEL - You are here

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Uhhh... *Shrugs shoulders*

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

Well, you’re just gonna have to scroll down to find him, Master Splinter. ;) I really didn’t know what to add so... *Shrugs* And look at da squishy Turtle Tots, dey so cuuuuute!!! <3 

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~RAPHAEL~

– With his infamous hotheadedness and quick capacity for battle, it’s of course natural at first for one to expect Big Bad Raphie-Boy to be completely opposed to the very thought of crying. He is the resident ‘tough guy’ after all.  

– However, this notion couldn’t be farther from the truth: sure, he can be brash, quick to temper and lash out at those that give him enough incentive to, but underneath that rockhard exterior beats the heart of a real softie, and when something truly upsets that tender muscle, you can bet Mr. Hothead’s not going to try too hard to keep the tears at bay. 

– He’s as passionate as he is headstrong, and reining in such powerful emotions proves to be difficult at most times for him, so out of the four of them, and given the right circumstances, Raph can be surprisingly easy to get the tears flowing.

-- He’s no crybaby by a long shot, mind you, but he also knows that holding back on the waterworks is pointless and makes one just feel worse in the long run. If you’re going to cry, just cry. Simple as that. 

-- Like all of his brothers, Red can’t handle the thought of losing any of his family and close friends. It tears him apart inside and he’ll desperately attempt to protect and prevent anything terrible from happening to them, but when it does, he’s an emotional wreck and doesn’t always know how to handle his distress.  

– His initial reaction is to be by their sides before becoming outraged, and depending on the different situations, it’s not uncommon for him to also nag and pass remarks at the injured brother(s). It’s the only real way of expressing his fear of losing them before dampness starts forming in his eyes.

– Despite his tough guy front, he’s not against crying in front of his family and friends at all. He knows his place and doubts a few tears will have them seeing  him in a different light, particularly his father/master and brothers for they’ve seen the worst in him on many occasions. 

– It’s only when a particularly harsh meltdown wishes to happen does Raph choose to spare them the sideshow; he knows it’s not a pretty sight, so before the sniffling begins, he leaves the Lair and heads topside for some much needed air.

– He chooses the nearby rooftops as his destination; the ideal location to let go of the ever building waves of raw emotion that continue to grip at his chest, and by the time he makes it up the fire escape ladder, he spares little time letting out a rough growl in frustration, kicking an air vent a couple of times for good measure.

 -- With some rage and frustration now out of his system, he heads on over to the brick wall and turns his back to it, roughly sliding down into a sitting position and exhales a dismal sigh. As he subconsciously replays the earlier events through his mind, he finally allows the next phase of his sorrow to surface unbridled. 

-- He dolefully holds his head in one hand and balances it on a single knee pad as the tears now begin to flow freely.

– They instantly soak into his mask, and he grits his teeth as he feels the surges of emotion wrack his entire body. He doesn’t characteristically whimper or sob when crying, but he coughs a lot, and his nostrils leak like a faucet, forcing him to frequently sniff and snort just in order to breathe. This is the very reason why he refuses to really break down in front of the the others; not because of his tenacity, but because he simply finds the whole affair gross. His family certainly didn’t need to hear him constantly hacking up a lung and sounding like an untuned trumpet every time he blew his nose.

– The episode doesn’t last too long, though, much to his delight, and after some more thorough nasal clearing, Raph then wipes at his still somewhat wet eyes and mask before drawing out another -now exhausted- sigh. 

-- He’d begin gradually twirling a single sai around whilst he collected his thoughts. It felt more natural to keep his hands busy than have them being static when he was feeling this way. As his demeanor altered, so did the actions he performed with it.  

– He wouldn’t return to his family just yet for there was still some brooding left to be done... At least that was what he’d convinced himself he was doing. He wanted a clear head when he returned so for now, he’d remain in place on the rooftop in the crisp air with the city bursting with life just below him. 

-- He had to admit, it was certainly the best place for him to be with his thoughts. Comforting in fact. A true New Yorker at heart.

BONUS EXTRA~

– Aside from having everyone special to him perish, one of Raph’s greatest fears is his inability to fully control his own temper. On more than one occasion has it gotten out of hand and thus resulted in him injuring his own brothers, and it had shaken him to the core each time. 

– He’s come to the realization that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to reigning in his own inner rage, and it uneases him immensely that it could happen again and he’s fully aware that the probability is higher than he cares to admit. The more he concerns himself with it, the more it upsets him and thus, the tears of frustration start. 

– Fortunately, his bros are there for him and can tell when he’s feeling low about it. They know the best course of action is to have a light-hearted conversation about it with him and offer their reassurances... With Mikey of course adding his own two cents on the matter in his unique Mikey style, which usually involves poking fun at his brother in red and causing Raph to go from broody to enraged in record breaking time. Just how it should be.

– Not only is Raph A-okay with crying himself, but he’s often first on the emotional support committee to offer the shoulder of comfort to his friends, amazingly enough, and he’s actually pretty decent at it too. Though, not for absolutely everyone; he has his limitations when he knows someone’s really just blubbering for attention.

– He wasn’t always so accepting of shedding tears, though: as a very young Turtle Tot, he often thought of it as being too ‘babyish’ for him to do and thus despised it whenever something happened to cause him to tear up. 

– It took Master Splinter a rather surprisingly lengthy amount of time to change his perception of crying. No amount of explanations on how it was a perfectly natural expression of emotion would sway his son. 

– It got so out of hand that Raph would be in utter denial about crying right in front of his father, even while the latter would be staring at his tear-stained face directly in front of him. “M‘not cryin’,” the little Turtle would sniff. “Cryin’s fah sissies.” 

-- Splinter could only sigh and shake his head as he knelt down to embrace his son. When could he feel that Raphael would not fight the closeness, he’d give him the same lecture again, and Raph would finally succumb to his emotions and sob into his father’s robe whilst Splinter comfortingly rubbed his shell.

-- He could only guess that his words finally got through to his son for ever since that day, Raph’s entire attitude had altered for the better on the subject.

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

From the moment you entered the Lair, you could clearly see something was up; Mikey was nursing an obvious wrist injury with a bag of frozen peas and hovering around Donny’s work area, complaining about the swelling to the purple-banded Turtle, who appeared to be paying little attention towards his ‘younger’ sibling as his back was turned.

"Hi, (Y/N).” 

You visibly jumped at the voice behind you and briskly turned, only to meet Leonardo’s placid form, and he swiftly apologized for the start. 

After the formal greeting, you gestured with a thumb in confusion at the former scene with an added, “Do I want to know?”

The leader’s facial features altered to a more serious aspect. “The end result of testing Raph’s patience,” he offered, which instantly had you more than a little concerned. Sure, Mikey could come off as being annoying, but to go so far as to physically harm him? 

“Are you sure it’s not worse than ‘just a sprain’?” You overheard the injured brother asking Donny, whose focus remained on a contraption of sorts you couldn’t quite make out on his desk.

“Yes, Mikey, you’ll live,” he responded with just a hint of weariness. “But no swinging your nunchucks around for a coupla days,” which was met with a typical whine in response from his patient. 

“It’s really not as bad as he makes it out to be,” Leo then added, turning your attention back towards him. Though you didn’t express it, you were grateful to hear the good news.

"Where is he now?” 

“Topside most likely.” Of course. It didn’t surprise you in the least that Raph had chosen to head there and you quickly set a course for the surface. “Need an escort?” The leader in blue offered, to which you politely declined. You knew he needed no further explanation. 

As you pushed back the manhole cover and made your way towards the nearest fire escape ladder, you were unable to put aside the various speculations as to why your special Turtle would hurt his own brother... Well, you would be kidding yourself to say you didn’t have at least one very plausible theory in mind, but as you neared the top of the ladder, the guesswork was instantly dropped and replaced with trepidation for you knew how Raph felt about injuring family. 

To put it simply, you were going to be dealing with a very dejected Turtle, and true to form, as you peered over the top of the building, the iconic emerald green hide and red mask tails met your sight. 

This was Raph’s favorite spot to gather his thoughts after all, so it was a no-brainer decision to begin the search there, and it was clear as day that it was exactly what he was doing for he made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he remained seated against the wall in a slouching position and gaze locked out front. 

As expected, he appeared to be moping. “Hey, Raphie,” you greeted, clambering over the wall. 

You were unable to tell if he had been aware you were nearby for he made no prior indication but instead merely replied with a gloomy, “’Sup, Kiddo?” No movement whatsoever. 

It amused you whenever he chose to refer to you by that nickname, especially since you were both the same age, but as you ambled on over towards him, you were left anything but amused as your former notion was set in stone when you caught the telltale signs of wet stains under his eyes. “You okay?”

“Peachy.”

It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed ‘ol Red crying, but it didn’t prevent your heart from breaking all the same. Something about seeing the bullheaded bad boy in tears left you in a real state of dismay, so without invitation, you seated yourself next him, affectionately leaning against his side, but before the consoling could begin, you had to gently ask, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Ugh, it was so stupid! Mikey wouldn’t quit goin’ on n’ on about beatin’ me in the Battle Nexus tournament and kept rubbin’ it in our faces about becomin’ the champ,” he exclaimed with shockingly little provocation, sniffing loudly. “I jus’ got so sick’ve it this time, an’ it’s not like we neva duked it out before or nothin’ but... I went too far this time, (Y/N), ya know?” 

He still refused to look at you as he began to wipe away some fresh tears that were forming in his eyes.

Your assumption had been correct all along; you acknowledged full well how Mikey’s triumphant achievement grated on Raph’s last nerve and how the orange-banded Turtle would seek out every opportunity to gloat about it in a bid to purposely provoke his ‘older’ brother. “Well, you know Mikey, Raph,” you said, not quite sympathizing with the actions he took, but rather offering some support. “He tries to get under your shell on purpose.”

"Yeah, I know, but... Dat’s no reason ta clobber the guy. Not like that, anyway” You noted how his voice gradually lowered grievously and you couldn’t stop yourself from placing your head on his shoulder. 

“No, it isn’t, but...” you knew you were grasping at straws by this point, but still offered, “They say it’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.”

He sighed dolefully. “I lost control again, (Y/N),” and you could feel the vibrations beginning to surge through him. “No matta what I do, I jus’... I jus’ can’t...” He trailed off, wracked with emotions as he covered his face with one hand and allowed the tears to fall, a cough slipping here and there.

You heart bled for this boy, and more than anything right then, you longed to relieve him of the pain, so you did the only thing you could think of: be right there by his side, comforting him through the breakdown. “Oh, Raph. It’ll be okay,” you calmly whispered, slinking an arm around his carapace and shoulders, bringing him closer and lightly squeezing his bicep with your free hand. “It’ll be okay.”

He leaned into the much needed support and continued to allow his misery to flow forth. You didn’t mind in the least for it was exactly what he required in order to heal, and you would be there for him every step of the way.

AND THAT’S A WRAP!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

WOOT, that’s Turt number two completed! Sorry it took a little longer than expected; I still feel rusty with sentence structure and all and am not entirely pleased with the outcome, but I did feel an improved ‘flow’ from the first so maybe things are slowly coming back to me? Or maybe it was the scenario; it felt more natural o write than Leo’s... Maybe cause Bloo Boi’s my fav Turt and I felt added pressure with his?

Oh well, Donny Boy’s next~

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

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new york’s very own lydia galloway was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to victoria pedretti ! you may know them as @galloways or hitting the front page of tmz as LYDIA GALLOWAY PROFESSES LOVE FOR ADAM SANDLER FOR 15 MINS ON INSTA LIVE … AGAIN. according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being facetious , but also ardent . things that would paint a better picture of you would be small, inconsequential stick and pokes , bumming cigarettes off of others after swearing cold turkey the night before , drinking $11 smoothies that taste like someone’s backyard all because you saw gwenyth paltrow drink one . ( cisfemale + she/her  )

hi hello !!!  my name is barb and this is my 2nd time around in wealthyhq. v excited 2 be back, v excited to write with everyone !!!  this is gonna be uber short bc i have work in less than an hr and yeah , pls message me or like this to plot and i hope y’all like this dumbo !!!

lydia is frm brooklyn and yeah ,,, the accent is there you won’t have 2 guess on that one. her parents are very big in the entertainment industry as her mother is a hotshot producer who’s worked for all the big directors and her father is on the same level as brad pitt. she’s met brad pitt, gr8 guy

growing up she NEVER wanted 2 be apart of the spotlight it scared her like no other. she saw how pushy the paparazzi could be, how ugly the haters were. lydia made sure to make it clear with her family that she never ever wanted to be famous. her parents obliged by her wishes and kept her out of the limelight. due to this, she was able to go wherever and do whatever she wanted. there was an occasional camera pushed in her face, but she lived a really normal childhood.

when she graduated frm high school, she went to college 4 graphic design but eventually dropped out to help her friend with his streetwear brand. his famous friends became her friends and the more and more they posted photos with her on insta or mentioned her in a tweet, the more the internet got nosy on who she was. “is that ur new gf?”, “who is she?”, “uhhh that lowkey looks like the girl from hill house wtf”; the attention was growing and it didn’t get any better once she started to date one of the fuckboys in their ever-growing social circle.

being the girlfriend of an up and rising singing heartthrob wasn’t as bad as dating someone who was already established in the entertainment industry, but his fans were about as loyal as could be. it seemed half adored her while the other wanted her out of the picture. with every “STEP ON ME!!!!” comment there were five d3@th threat comments to follow. the wild scary fans eventually calmed down once they became more established as a couple, but lydia could never shake the anxiety that followed.

as her and her beau broke up this year (many speculate it was due to him never standing up for her, which it definitely played part, but it was mainly due to a drunken night of her sobbing and screaming how they just didn’t work), the fanbase she accumulated over the years never died down. while she was just arm candy for the famous or their “strange new friend”, she was making her own come-up happen behind the scenes. was she subconsciously using them? YES, but no one gotta say it like that!!! her new clothing brand, Dog Eat Dog Co., has gained a cult following. many celebrities alike have been seen wearing her clothes, which is just the start for her.

PERSONALITY

def still working on that for her, but off her own online presence, she exudes that “cool girl” lifestyle that many people essentially just assume is how she is irl. which, SURE, she can come off that way, but lydia is much more complex than that. she’s super shy, reserved which could come off bitchy to people but in reality, she’s a big ol’ scaredy cat. she’s extremely goofy and is always making her friends laugh. she has rose-colored lenses for people and is always letting the wrong people in. she’s great and dumb and everything in-between!!!

rn she’s trying to coming to terms that she is a big bumbling lesbian but it’s also very scary to her and pls don’t ask for opinions on boys bc she will stutter her way into a different topic. 

does she have mommy issues due to her only wanting to drink when she was home which wasn’t often essentially leaving lydia feeling unloved by her? umm yeah :) don’t point it out she will cry :)

:)

as for connections, i love everything and anything okay loves it !!! ttyl beautiful peoples !!!