#a sneaky little slider

[blankcreator]

Time flies...

A Sneaky Little Slider Comic

Or, Criminal leo au comic

Haha! Another short comic! Done. I just drew this cause im bored

[vee-is-a-clown]

I umm uh minific

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Lance glanced down at the small drawing of swords on Keith's notes (Lance couldn't be bothered to write anything down and he doesn't remember shit so he's stealing his boyfriend's notes even though he could barely read his handwriting). Well, not really the drawing. His eyes skipped to the lazily scribbled, "K.K." in the bottom right corner.

"Your initials are KK?"

"What?"

"You signed your doodle with K.K."

"And you didn't realize those were my initials in the entire time that you've known me? If I remember correctly, Iverson called me by my last name in Garrison."

"Mmm.. Shut up, K.K. Slider. I didn't connect the dots until now."

Lance leaned back to lay on his back, his head on Keith's pillow and kicked Keith in the thigh. It wasn't really a kick. From his position, he couldn't really do anything more than a slight jab with his foot. Keith let out a stifled chuckle at the attempt.

Lance turned on his side to put the meeting notes on Keith's bedside table then turned back to Keith with a faux scowl.

"You're not allowed to laugh. You're Keith Kogane."

"Mhm, ok, Pumpkin."

Lance crossed his arms and "kicked" Keith in the leg again. Keith didn't laugh this time, though he did send Lance an amused look.

"What're you doing?"

"Just stop opening your mouth."

"Aw, is there something wrong with the way I talk, Bubblegum dear?"

His Texan accent was bleeding into his speech, making everything about this situation about 10 times worse. Lance could definitely feel his face get hotter.

"Yes. Shut your pie hole."

Keith turned his body to face Lance and leaned toward him, putting his hand next to Lance's leg to stabilize himself.

"Whatever happened to please?"

"Whatever happened to you acting- normal?"

Lance attempted to motion with his arms to no avail. Keith tilted his head like a confused dog.

"Normal?"

"Poor choice of words."

"Do you want a thesaurus?"

"No, I hate you."

"You're currently laying on my bed."

"Shush!"

"I'll shush when I want to, Ranger."

Keith shifted to lay on his side next to Lance. He propped his head in his palm, looking down at Lance.

"It is getting pretty late though.."

"What are you trying to imply, Mullet?"

"Nothing, just we should probably go to sleep. It's a shame that the lights are on."

"I see what you're doing. You're trying to get me to get out of the comfy bed and turn off the lights for you. Well good sir, I say-"

"Not it!"

Lance gasped.

"You sneaky snook!"

"Go turn the lights off."

"How dare you!"

"The less time it takes for you to turn the lights off, the more beauty sleep you can get."

"Urghhh! Fine! But you owe me."

"Just go turn off the lights, you dork."

Lance got up and sprinted to the light switch, flipping it and running back in the dark. He hopped onto the bed and laid back into his previous spot.

"What's my time, coach?"

"I dunno but you were very speedy."

"It's absolute bullshit that I have to turn the lights off when Galras can see in the dark. You can see on the way back to the bed."

"Who lent you their meeting notes because you don't want to admit to Allura that you can't remember anything she said? That's right, me. Ungrateful."

"Who can't write legibly and spent the majority of the meeting drawing in the corners of the paper? That's right, you. Humble yourself."

"Ungrateful."

Keith sighed and plopped his head on the pillow. It really was late.

"We really should get to sleep."

"Whatever you say, Texas Red."

"Good night, Bluebell."

"Sweet dreams, Keith."

While Lance can fall asleep in seconds (a real skill) it still takes Keith a little bit longer. He allowed himself to relax, letting the tiredness consume him. But before he let himself fall asleep, he put his hand on Lance's cheek and thought about how lucky he was to be the one who snagged this dumbass.

[compacflt]

Your thoughts about Ice and Mav and their sexualities and how their environment has shaped them is soo interesting I am chewing it... just thinking about how Ice particularly would handle that conflict arising in his subordinates - Maverick isn't in as much a position to be the person kicking guys out of the Navy for whatever reason, but Ice certainly is. The conflict of public vs private in how he handles minorities under his command, not only women but also non-white people and of course the big one: other queer men... In the Slider oneshot Ice confesses that he's gotten guys kicked out of the Navy for both less and more than what he's done with Maverick - did you have any other thoughts about the inevitable conflict of scandals that he would have had to deal with re: people who were outed in one way or another, and how that would weigh on him as someone who self admittedly is aware of how what he wants to be (4 star admiral) and who he is (a man attracted to at the very least, one other man) are not compatible with each other?

hmm. Hadn’t thought about it. Admittedly i know very little about the intricacies & vagaries of DADT or its enforcement (and i am answering this ask quite hungover & not in the mood to research) but—based on what I said last week/the week before that, that ice has no philosophical qualms with DADT because he agrees that sexuality should be hidden/private & “why are you talking about your personal identity when you could be doing your job better,” i think—yeah. he would enforce it. He would stand by its enforcement. If a little hesitant/disappointed, and if only as insurance to the brass above him, yes, i do still know what the rules are, and also, man these stupid kids these days have no idea how to keep it a secret… like, independent of him personally identifying as gay or not, he looks down (in a paternalistic “come ON be smarter than that” way) upon people/personnel who can’t keep it a secret, who refuse to live closeted for the sake of the Navy… post TGM rooster prolly lights into him for it later. But Ice is commander of the pacific fleet, like that is an extremely public & POLITICAL position, like it or not. Like there’s a lot of sneakiness/sleazy political scheming that has to go on there by necessity because it’s a political appointment. by now ice must have learned that silent underground subterfuge/rebellion (in this context, frosting his tips, being w/maverick, or being totally fine with gays in the navy as long as they’re quiet about it [a very mainstream leadership position—the navy is historically gay as fuck]) is a more effective and self-preserving strategy than open insubordination. Keep it secret. Don’t ask and don’t tell.

And this should not be surprising. Dude, his whole fucking character in the original top gun is “I am successful because i refuse to be a revolutionary.” Like i feel like i repeat myself so often on this blog, but ice’s anti-open-revolutionaryness is literally his whole THING. it’s his whole character canonically. it’s what sets him apart from maverick—it’s what makes him mavericks narrative foil. ice’s anti-open-revolutionaryness is what gives him a fucking purpose to exist in the franchise. As an archetype, he exists as “the guy who does things by the book no matter what.” It is literally integral to his character. And in-universe-wise it’s a political lifestyle im personally plus-minus on, but it’s a very understandable political lifestyle for someone in his position to have.

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

We’ve never made (& never planned to make) a pinned post of frequently asked questions (FAQs) or important info but...here we are. After an influx of new people, I think it might be time to make a proper introductory post.

Heads up that this will be long because I don’t want multiple parts. I’ll drop a read-more line after the basic info so you can choose whether to read the rest.

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¡Hi! We are the Void Galaxy (that’s a D.I.D. system name). We are a traumagenic system with D.I.D. Welcome to our blog.

We’ll start with basics, go over a lil history, & then have terms, tags, side blogs, rules, & FAQs (in that order).

So here is a masterpost for all of the info that y’all may need on our page.

Note that I’ll elaborate on in rules/boundaries: We don’t mind “spamming” likes & reblogs. It’s completely okay to do so on this blog or our side blogs 💜.

~Nico

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Basics:

Profile Picture (PFP): ¡We didn’t make the art in our PFP! We got it from @nightcatssketchbook 💜

Body’s age: 24 years

Pronouns: he/they collectively, but headmates vary & we’ll attempt to remember to include pronouns with names when someone new posts.

We’re also all for being thrown a curveball (unexpected) pronoun, as long as it’s not she/her (very much doesn’t fit us) or it/its (doesn’t fit us). We may not like every one people use, but as long as it’s used in good faith, we probably won’t mind. Unless it’s a headmate who requests otherwise, or it’s Serenity (who uses they/she, making her the only headmate who still uses she/her at all; they’re open to curveball pronouns except for he/it), most pronouns are fair game. So...¿surprise us?

Gender Identity: We usually say nonbinary-ish man. Our lover offered boyflux / manflux and that’s the best specific label we have.

(We tend to explain our gender day to day very differently. Sometimes queer man, sometimes wizard/sorcerer, sometimes abstract concept, or something genderless/agender. It doesn’t stay still. The only thing we are not (even including Serenity, who is feminine-ish nonbinary)) is a girl.)

¿AGAB?: The biological sex we were accused of at birth is none of your business. We were convicted as a nonbinary-ish man as an adult and that’s what matters.

¿Number of Headmates?: We are polyfragmented and honestly I’ve lost track at this point 😭

¿When did we discover we had D.I.D.?: The journey began with undeniable evidence in early 2019. We were first medically confirmed in June of 2020.

¿Who is fronting for / writing this post?: My name is Nicolás Carriedo, but everyone calls me Nico and I usually tag myself as Nico on this blog. You can usually identify me from español being slipped in to posts, purple emoji hearts 💜, & sometimes ¿? ¡! and other tone tags (others use those sometimes).

I’m an age slider (my age varies from stress), but I’m usually 18 to the body’s age. (Sometimes I’ll be 5 or 7 or 9 or otherwise a little for a bit. (Similar to age regression, except my body in headspace slides to match and I forget everything that happened after that age, and it’s a D.I.D. experience & because I also age regress sometimes.)) As far as roles, I’m a frequent fronter right now, but I’m also a protector and trauma holder.

(Please do nOT call me Nick, I hate it and that’s not my name, & I won’t respond to it. My name is español / de España. I also have two dads and an older brother in system with me.)

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History / where & when this blog began:

This blog began as a reblogging and sneaky backdoor-into-the-internet blog back in 2011 (was not supposed to have Internet or computers, so we used school computer labs and libraries), and became a fandom and shenanigans page back in 2013. In 2019 to 2020, it also became a bit of a healing journey & mental health page as we ended up with undeniable evidence that we were plural and needed a place to vent those feelings and discoveries that our biological (bio) family, and especially our bio parents, would not find.

Now it is becoming a mix of shenanigans and reblogs, and actual advice and knowledge and theories and discoveries, and sometimes a place where we mention or discuss witchcraft and polytheism. (I don’t know when it officially became a blog that people followed for the reassurance and theories and advice, but here we are.)

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Terms:

• Plurality / Multiplicity (noun / adjective): refers to the fact that one brain & body has multiple people in it, whether they have OSDD-1 or D.I.D.

• System(s) (noun): the collective people sharing a brain & body, or identifying as a unit. This can be two people or many. A system is a single group; systems refers to multiple bodies who experience plurality. Some systems also have subsystems, groups within the same body/mind that identify as or are considered somehow separate from the main system.

• Headmates, Headmages, Mindmages, Mindmates, etc. (noun): these refer to the people in a plural system. Each individual person is a headmate, mindmate, etc., including the host(s) &/or gatekeeper(s). The term in the DSM is “alters” but that refers to ‘alternate personalities’, which treats us as facets of a whole, like some monstrous Frankenstein’s monster, that doesn’t actually exist. Headmates/mindmates is akin to calling them roommates (we live together and share a space; we can be friends or family, but can also be strangers who never meet or strictly business partners or acquaintances or etc. & don’t automatically get along, so roommates encompasses all possibilities for us). As for mindmages/headmages, my keyboard auto-corrected to this once and I stared at it and laughed, and started actually using it because I loved the idea of magic & fantasy being interwoven with our existence. The most common term you’ll see us (& some other systems) use is headmates.

• Fronting/Fronted (verb - to front): the act of controlling the body & interacting with the outside world. This can be the person writing/typing, speaking, doing chores, taking care of the body, etc.. For some systems, this is like puppeteering from a distance, and others it’s like a computer or video game console, and there are likely other ways this is represented (all systems are unique).

• Front (noun): the physical/mental place from which we front (verb). This can be a blank space for some systems, or a house, or something more complicated. Our fronting space is currently a room that has computer screens to see outside (3 screens; peripheral vision (2) + central vision), and we control the body via PS3 remote controls like a video game. Sometimes there will be multiple people stealing one remote or passing it around, and sometimes there will be multiple remotes as we share control of the body & voice. There's a city around the building and all the buildings are made of a reddish brown brick. (I have a very vivid imagination so we have a vivid headspace that I built to make the space more comfortable.)

• Co-conscious (co-con) (verb / noun (place)): when a mindmage is conscious of the outside world, near enough to the fronting space to observe what the others are doing, but not in control of the body.

• Co-front(ing) (verb): when two or more headmates front together. There might be a primary fronter with others co-front, close enough to control the body &/or speak, or there may be 2 or more headmates splitting the controls.

• Mindscape, Headspace, Mind Palace, etc. (nouns): the physical place inside our mind where we go when we dissociate. If we dissociate a little we see the fronting space, but if we switch out or dissociate to co-con we can see different parts of it. Some people have a blank space or no visuals, and some have vivid &/or complex headspaces. Our mindscape is complex and vivid.

• Roles: these are the jobs that headmates may be assigned. They describe the tasks that person usually does. This can be a person remembering trauma the other(s) can’t handle (trauma holder), the person protecting the system or a headmate from further trauma (protector, persecutor), the person taking care of the physical body or helping the body cope through heavy emotions or flashbacks (caretaker, caregiver), or more.

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Tags:

• # ~Nico, # ~Jack, or other # ~name tags — these are fronting tags. We may forget sometimes but are trying to consistently tag whoever wrote or reblogged a post in the post &/or the tags.

• # original art, # original photography, # original character, etc. - these are photos, art pieces, & characters we designed. They may be reblogs from our other side blogs, but they are ours. Unless marked, any photography or characters we reblog don’t belong to us. However, other people’s art with be marked with # not my art or # not our art

• # Liliana, # Liliana 🐱, # Lili, # Lili 🐱, # our kitty, # my kitty - We have a calico kitty named Liliana (nickname Lili). Sometimes we talk about her or share photos 💜. These tags mark when a post is about her.

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Side Blogs:

@void-galaxy-art-stuffs - ¡art we’ve made! Some of this may contain triggering content / topics though, so scroll at your own discretion.

@void-galaxys-photos - photos we’ve taken. These are all taken on cell phones (most recently (past 3 years), Samsung Galaxy S8, Samsung Galaxy S21, & Moto One 5G Ace (Motorola)). We often take pictures of nature, especially clouds.

@note-to-self1119 - these are notes we need, directed at our younger self, but they may be helpful for others

@teaquotes48 - these are quotes I’ve found on tea bags when we drink cold/flu tea. Some of those quotes were just worth sharing 🤷‍♂️☺.

@wpffw - this is where we share writing prompts that are quotes or scenes from stories. Two or three are from our creative writing class in high school, two or three are ideas, and we occasionally reblog prompts/quotes, but the rest are quotes & scenes from our own writing. We hoped someone else may benefit from prompts in this style, after we discovered a lot of prompts were too vague or too specific or just...not inspiring or giving us ideas and that we write easier from lines out of books and TikTok videos and songs than we do from those. The blog name stands for Writing Prompts For Fictional Writers. It's a couple years old and has around 170 prompts. Prompts are primarily around fantasy & magic and queer & trans characters, & of course plenty of trauma & comfort trope scenes/quotes, with some exceptions.

@say-it-with-me-affirmations - affirmations we have written down for y’all to look through and benefit from

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Rules & Boundaries:

• We are not a medical professional, or licensed psychologist. There will be questions where all we can do is tell you to seek professional help.

• Asks (including anon) are open. If you have a question we may be able to answer, ask. The most we’ll do is say we aren’t comfortable answering your question, or reply privately to your ask. You will not be belittled, mocked, or bullied for what you don’t know, and we are comfortable answering most questions around our plurality (and some other categories). If we have the spoons you will likely get an answer. It’s also okay to use asks to say hi, or to let us know our content helped you in some way (on or off anon). ¡We also post ask games sometimes and would love it if people participated in those with us!

• That said, hateful or cruel asks will be deleted and blocked. We may also delete other asks at our discretion. We are not obligated to answer every ask, and may choose not to sometimes.

• Our ask box is not a space for donation requests. We don’t have money to help anyone, and it’s likely our followers don’t either. We may boost existing posts, but won’t start a new one from asks. We wish you the best in getting that help, but that’s not what this page is for.

• LGBT+ hate won’t be tolerated on this blog, or our side blogs. This includes bioessentialism, trans-misogyny, trans-misandry, transphobia, enbyphobia, aphobia (acephobia, arophobia), biphobia, etc. Your replies or asks will be deleted and you will be blocked.

• Sexism, racism, and other bigotry (-isms, -phobias) won’t be tolerated on this blog or our side blogs. Your replies or asks will be deleted and you will be blocked.

• Free Palestine (stop the genocide), BLM, ACAB, and anti-capitalism. If you disagree with any of those movements, please block us and leave our page. If you argue any of these points, your replies or asks will be deleted and you will be blocked.

• We are long overdue for a full-scale revolution (pro LGBT+, pro ‘cringe’ / weirdness, pro true freedom, pro neurodivergent, pro culture, pro choice & for people making medical decisions about their own bodies (medical gender transitions / gender affirming care, abortion or post partum care, etc.), pro (better) therapy, pro emotional maturity, anti-racist, anti-capitalist, anti police / ACAB, anti occupation/colonization, anti ableist, anti white supremacy, anti conversion/assimilation). Either get out of the way or join us.

• Please please please reblog from us. We don’t mind “spamming” likes & reblogs. It’s actually very fun for us to witness / be notified about. If you like our content, 100% ¡share it, reply to it, send us asks about it! Engagement is not at all annoying or problematic. 💜☺

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FAQs:

Q: ¿What does “medically confirmed” mean?

A: We have not been told if we have a professional diagnosis on paper yet. But we have been openly acknowledged by 3 different licensed medical professionals and repeatedly told to seek a D.I.D. specialist for a professional diagnosis.

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Q: ¿How did you get medically confirmed 3 times?

A: After a year of therapy (first time around; ended June 2020), our therapist said she “[had] met 26 of [us]” and that she highly recommended we got to a D.I.D. specialist. (We did not know how to find, or have money for, a specialist at the time.) That means a professional confirmed our existence. This happened again with our new therapist (began August 2023), who has already distinctly met 3 of us (me, Lucca, & Serenity). We know because we’re getting more comfortable openly presenting as plural; I usually wear blue (shirt + button up / flannel) with the body’s natural hair, but Lucca wore a wig that looks like his hair in headspace and a green outfit (shirt + flannel) and Serenity (they/she) wore a wig and a dress with a coat over it that covered up our chest (we agreed to let her not bind in the therapy room as long as they wore a coat to hide our chest elsewhere). Our therapist has also encountered (co-conscuious, has spoken aloud but wasn’t fronting) Jack several times, and this week she encountered Wolfe and Sylver for the first time. So that’s two therapists. And lastly, our psychiatrist asked about what the intake person had only noted as “hears voices” (I explicitly called it D.I.D. so that was rude), & I was honest. By the second check-in on meds, she explicitly asked us “who’s fronting today?” (she met me, Nico, before that but I was alone, & that time there were 3 others with me, no clue how she knew) & especially after that session (we were switchy and talking to eachother aloud) she agreed that she saw signs of D.I.D. and that we should seek a specialist when we can. Between all of those, that makes us triple medically confirmed. (Technically our current therapist has an intern shadowing her who has also seen and acknowledged our D.I.D./plurality, but she's not licensed yet.)

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Q: ¿Do you believe that D.I.D./OSDD-1 has to be professionally diagnosed to be valid?

A: Absolutely not. Access to professional diagnosis is limited and often expensive. It can take up to 15 years (and sometimes several medications) to get the correct diagnosis, and the minimum is usually 3 to 5 years. I do think that self diagnosis should be careful and involve official research papers (using Google Scholar if needed, but preferably using scientific journals if you can access them), because (a) confirmation bias (believing you have something & ignoring any evidence to the contrary) & (b) there are similar disorders that may fit better. There has also been some stigma and misinformation spread on social media (and in movies) to be wary of. But I do believe that most self diagnosed D.I.D./OSDD systems are correct about their own experience and are completely valid.

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Q: ¿Are there movies or TV shows where I can learn more about D.I.D. or see it represented? ¿Are there ones I should avoid?

A: Yes, if you take them with a grain of salt because they are still dramatized and may contain misinformation or stigma or other biases. Most systems believe Moonknight (a TV show on Netflix) is the current most accurate representation. But as far as avoiding representation, or being cautious to do high levels of misrepresentation or only representing dangerous & negative stories around plurality, please avoid or be careful with The Crowded Room, & Split & Glass.

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Q: ¿Did you shatter/break as a child? / ¿How did you become plural?

A: (No.) The current most supported theory (supported by evidence with replicable results, but psychology is a newer science and not a hard science so not 100% proven) says that everyone is born with identity fragments. These fragments integrate with a single identity and memory at 9 to 12 years old, in healthy childhood. This creates a multifaceted personality, or the phenomenon of people being a different person with their family vs coworkers vs lovers. When a child forms plurality (D.I.D./OSDD-1), repeated trauma (mixed with severe trauma, or smaller trauma compounding) prevents these fragments from fully integrating their identity, memory, or both. These fragments get separated by amnesia walls (they forget about one another, forget about memories or separate identities or both, & can't access or integrate with one another), which then forces each individual fragment to form its own multifaceted identity. The difference between 1a, 1b, & D.I.D. is the degree of identity separation / distinctly different people and the degree of amnesia (forgetting trauma, day to day events, &/or switches). The identity & memory separation cannot be from religious or cultural experiences (e.g. shamanic practices or religious trances) and has to be persistent (the minimum observation time prior to professional diagnosis is one year). It's usually a covert disorder, but if someone discovers their plurality it can start to reveal itself in more obvious ways.

(Spirit (one of our headmates) actually wants to combine these into one label, something along the lines of ‘traumatic amnesia with plurality’, & (similar to autism) have what is now separate diagnoses be scales under a single label (degrees of identity & memory separation), but unless that happens they are considered three separate and related disorders.)

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If you actually read this far, thank you so much, and welcome to our page! 💜

¿What song, band, or playlist saved your life when you were at your lowest?

(¡tell us asks, replies, or reblogs if you want to!)

(My answer: Citizen Soldier (Let It Burn, Would Anyone Care; ICU, You Are Enough), but also sometimes Simple Plan or other bands/songs.)

~Nico

[blackfire-fanfiction]

Recording how many words of fanfic I read per day (April 7)

Today: 189,795 words Yesterday: 149,027 words Top this Month: 189,795 words

...I may or may not have just read fanfic all day

Anyway! I'm bringing back the whole sharing what fics I've read thing, because it's fun. I used to just link every single fic, but this time around I'll just be linking new fics I've read, while screenshotting the fic updates because doing 5-10 fics a day is incredibly draining.

The fics will have a format of new fics, then the screenshot. Sometimes I read a really good fic then check out the author and binge all their fics, which will be labelled "Author Binge" with a few specific fic shout-outs, because otherwise I'd be linking way too many fics for my sanity. So! Without further ado:

[Fics under the cut]

Author binge: Cass_Phoenix Specific fic recs by ^ : > His Name Was Leon > One of Those Nights > Like A Prison Inside Your Heart A Sneaky Little Slider by Blankcreator_imcoolasheck Power Up by pickledcarrotsandradish (<- a really good author! I might do an author binge for them later because while I've read many of their fics, I don't think I've read all of them)

Today's updates:

[ye-it-is-skeet]

The first ever comic with my “Turtlier” Teetlez✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

These comics are little funnies with turtle facts attached, I love researching the species and it’s blossomed into this wonderful comic🌸✨

This one was introductory, lemme get through all the “Turtlier” traits of these teetlez✨

Snapping Turtles are Nocturnal, but Raph needs to watch these bozos during the day too, so he goes to bed late and wakes up late but still during the day✨

Leo shoving Donnie off the rock was him doing a territorial joke as Sliders are very territorial, in actuality Leo doesn’t mind the company since sliders always bask in groups anyways✨

Softshells just have long necks and can extend them, so obviously Donnie does that (more so when knowing Leo is grossed out by it)✨

Lastly Mikey napping in a burrow, obvious but Box Turtles don’t really sleep either they just take a ton of naps✨

My OC will feature in this comic but spotted turtles survive off being sneaky and secretive in their behavior, so I was just showing that✨

I hope you ✨LOVE✨This introduction comic and I’ll make more at some point, there’s no real story but it’s fun✨

(Extra info, they do still live in a lair in the sewers but since literally everyone but Mikey is an aquatic turtle they have an indoor pond)

[redfurrycat]

Dr. Bradshaw is usually quick on his feet, especially when Mav and his bullshit are concerned.

But he's quite distracted lately.

No. Every day.

*The distraction enters his office*

[And he's here to bring medical files to the good doctor. And YES he needs to do it shirtless.]

So no. Goose doesn't spot the spying dumbasses.

Ice is sneaky. He likes to pretend there is a risk of being made just to kiss Mav.

*

Well, there is ONE person who sees them.

It's the Nurse that cared for Ice!

Nurse:

*

Not that Slider minds.

And when he's feeling like being a little shit, he takes a shower, Goose still snoring on him. XD

Goose is like

Slider as first gen jaeger pilot, who after he stops fighting and they have to reuse his jaeger, decides to tattoo him on his arm. It makes him look even bigger than he already is that people move away when he walks around the hallways of the Shatterdome.

[dragon-kazansky]

Kiss me, quick!

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Gender neutral reader

To hide from an ex, you ask Tom Kazansky to kiss you. You didn't really think it through. He was just there.

♡♡♡

It was supposed to be a fun night out. Drinks with your friends, a good time, nothing to worry about or stand in your way.

It started off like that. 

Ice and Slider had brought you out for drinks. You could never say no to them. Especially Ice. You have been head over heels in love with Tom since forever ago. Not that he knew that.

Iceman is far too cool for you. Confidant. Best at his job. Handsome. Sexy. Tall. Ice cold, well in the sky. On the ground he’s a lot warmer.

You wouldn’t dare approach the topic.

He’s your friend and that’s enough for you. At least you keep telling yourself that.

You joined Ice at the bar to grab more drinks for the table. Slider was telling some ridiculous story that totally didn’t happen, but the others were eating it up. You’re leaning against the bar next to Ice, who’s looking around aimlessly while you wait for the drinks.

Taking a look for yourself, you find yourself frozen. You turn around quick and try to hide from view. Ice notices your sudden change and looks at you.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod and cast a look over your shoulder.

“Shit,” you mutter.

Ice frowns and looks up to where you’re looking. A stranger is walking toward the bar, heading in this direction. He turns back around to ask who it is, but he doesn’t get a chance.

You panic.

“Kiss me, quick!”

Ice wasn’t expecting that.

“What?”

You don’t answer. You grab Ice by his uniform and pull him to your level, pressing your lips against his. Your arms quickly wrap around his neck, and you keep yourself between Ice and the bar.

Ice panics.

You’re kissing him.

His hands press flat against the bar, caging you between him and the bar.

The stranger walks on by. Doesn’t stop or say anything. They keep on walking. You give it few seconds before you let go of Ice, arms slowly dropping from his neck. You force yourself not to look up at him as you turn around to face the bar.

A tray of drinks sits on the bar top. You go to pick it up, but you realise you’re still trapped against the bar.

“We can go now,” you mutter.

Ice doesn’t move his arms.

You slowly lift your eyes to look at him. Nothing on his face gives away his thoughts. His eyes are trying to read you.

“You kissed me,” he says.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I panicked,” you confess.

“Who was that?” He asks.

“An ex.”

“You kissed me,” he says again.

“We’ve established that. It won’t happen again, I promise. Like I said, I panicked.”

Ice still doesn’t move his arms from the bar. Instead, he leans in a little closer, faces inches from your own. You watch him with a confused curiosity.

“What if I want you to do it again?” He asks.

You stare at him with bewilderment. Did he actually ask you that?

“Do you...?” You ask him.

Ice’s lips twitch into a sneaky little smile. His eyes seem to sparkle in the lights of the club.

“I do.”

You look him in the eyes for a few seconds before testing the waters. You lean in press your lips gently against his. Tom responds by kissing you and placing his hands on your hips.

His lips are soft and warm.

He parts from you so he can meet your eyes again. He smiles softly at you. Your heart is racing away in your chest.

“Yo, love birds! Where’s our drinks?!” Slider asks, coming behind Ice.

You just smile at the pilot in front of you.

Who cares about the drinks? You’ve just kissed Ice! Twice!

[misteria247]

Bro can y'all imagine if 12 Leo got turned into a little kid?

Like they're already in a rather stressful situation as is. Having the Rise gang with them and the craziness of mystics and yokai, it's just a big mess. And it gets even bigger when the 12 boys and Rise boys are fighting some magical yokai one night, and one of them goes to aim at one of the boys and 12 Leo in typical mom fashion doesn't hesitate to throw himself in front of the attack taking the blunt of it. It's a bright poof of light and sparks and 12 Raph, 12 Donnie and 12 Mikey are freaking the fuck out because holy shit their big brother just got hit. The dust settles and standing or rather sitting in the same spot that the eldest Hamato was a small turtle tot with big blue eyes full of confusion and slight nervousness. The group goes dead silent before chaos erupts and it's during this that the yokai ends up slipping away.

Leaving the two groups of turtles with a deaged 12 Leo.

They have no choice but to take him home, where Rise Splinter and Draxum take one look at 12 Leo and are instantly shooting questions at the boys, trying to figure out everything they can to try and fix this mess. Till then the 12 gang and Rise gang become babysitters to 12 Leo because they can't exactly just let the toddler wander all by himself. They're basically like:

"It'll be okay, this is Lee after all! This should be a pretty easy mission to accomplish till we can change him back to normal! It'll be a breeze cuz he's such a calm and pleasant turtle!"

Only they're wrong.

Turtle tot 12 Leo is a fucking menace surprisingly. He gets into things he's not supposed to be in, runs around with a knife at several points, is hella mischievous and sneaky and pulls little pranks on unsuspecting residents in the lair (he's claimed 12 Raph and Rise Donnie as his main go to's to reek havoc upon cuz they give the best reactions). They also discovered a habit turtle tot 12 Leo had back when he was little in the form of Rise Raph receiving it and letting out a pained yelp.

Turns out 12 Leo is a bitter.

And he bites hard.

It's basically chaos. The only ones who are able to somewhat keep up with the mischievous leader is Rise Leo, Rise Mikey and 12 Mikey because they're just as chaotic as 12 Leo is. 12 Leo also behaves around Rise Splinter and Draxum as well as 12 April and Rise April. 12 Casey and Rise Cassandra on the other hand encourage his bad behavior. 12 Donnie is desperately trying to help Rise Donnie and Draxum figure out how to fix this disaster. Finally it gets to the point where they realize that they're going to have to hunt down the one who caused this situation to happen. There's just one problem.

They don't have anyone to watch him.

So Rise Leo ends up coming up with a solution, though how well it'll work out is a mystery to him and his brothers. So Rise Leo trudging 12 Leo along with him with Rise Raph hovering nearby like a mother hen and 12 Raph being completely unsure about the situation, with their little brothers eyeing the entire scene, goes to the place of his only hope.

When Senor Hueso opens the door he's far from amused.

The skeleton yokai at first thinks it's one of Rise Leo's attempts at a joke but as the red eared slider explains the situation he just gets more and more exhausted hearing it. At first he tells him no, going along the lines of:

"Can't your padre do it for you?"

Only to be met with:

"Dad said that while he loves Lee too death he's really not in the best shape to watch a hyper active toddler."

And they continue this little back and forth till Senor Hueso finally gives in with an exasperated groan and finally takes 12 Leo, becoming a babysitter while the group goes out to find the yokai who caused this. Once they're alone the skeleton yokai at first is somewhat indifferent about it, keeping a close eye socket on 12 Leo, who's a bit quiet and hesitant around the skeleton. However as time passes Senor Hueso starts to notice just how mischievous this little blue turtle tot is and notices how he's a lover of silly jokes and puns. It reminds him a lot of Rise Leo who's constantly going on and on with his ramblings and quips, only in toddler speak now.

Before he realizes it he's interacting with 12 Leo, going along with his trouble making mischief around his home and pizzeria. Senor Hueso and 12 Leo soon are joined at the hip, the skeleton yokai giving him dry little quips such as:

"Does my femur taste delicious little togua?"

And 12 Leo who's bitting his arm in a somewhat gnawing way goes:

"Too dry."

And Senor Hueso just let's out this little amused rattling laugh at the boy's blunt answer. The older man would end up making him a pizza filling a bit prideful when the turtle tot takes a bite and his eyes grow wide in a sparkling childish delight. Time passes by quickly and soon the 12 boys and Rise boys are back at Senor Hueso's place to pick up 12 Leo, empty handed and thanking him for watching the little blue turtle. The skeleton yokai just shrugs it off and goes:

"It wasn't too bad. I wouldn't mind watching the little nino again should it be necessary."

And once that's out there Senor Hueso basically becomes the second babysitter to 12 Leo till he's back to normal. Just a tired bone dry humorous skeleton yokai with a ball of energy tiny turtle tot.

When everything's said and done 12 Leo back to normal would thank Senor Hueso in his embarrassed awkward way and Rise Leo would tease the skeleton yokai mercilessly for being basically a babysitter to the eldest Hamato child. Senor Hueso will just give his friend unamused looks and shot back with his own quips in relation to his teasing.

And if Senor Hueso ends up making 12 Leo's favorite pizza whenever he stops by, well that's for the skeleton yokai to know.

[bandontherunn]

Fool’s Hour (Josh Kiszka x F!Reader)

“My mind is feeling galaxies I ain’t ever seen”

18+ minors dni!! 6.2k words of pure smut (Warnings: drug use, fingering, unprotected sex, bad pick up lines)

Muted purple lightning spidered across the night sky outside your hotel window, lighting up the clouds with a pink hue. The last of the storm was dying down, the rustling palm trees slowing their movements. The rumbles have become nothing but a whisper across the night sky. The rain slows to a drizzle as you lay in bed with the glass slider open.

The storm that had started hours ago was finally dead, and the night resumed its song as a cooler, but equally humid breeze carried in by the storm rustled the blinds on the sliding door. Through the glass slider to your third story balcony hotel room, you can hear the waves of the ocean crashing against the sandy beaches of the coast. You lay there for a while willing yourself to let the waves lull you to sleep, and what would usually put you to sleep is keeping you awake now. You have always been restless on trips, and this one was no different. Infact, your restlessness was heightened because you had taken this trip alone. Your body itches to get out and explore- do things you wouldn’t do under the eye of people you knew.

You’re not sure if it’s from the electricity of the storm or the fact that you have a terrible case of post concert energy but you move to sit on the edge of your bed, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the embroidered flowers on the duvet. Your mind briefly goes back to the show where you watched him make that stage his bitch, walking all over it in his tight little velvet jumpsuit. You press your thighs together excitedly and quickly snap yourself from the thoughts you’re having, sighing to yourself.

You never felt more euphoric than you had standing in front of them. You felt free for the first time in a while, and quite frankly, now you feel like pushing that freedom. You want to start small, something to get your blood rushing just a bit more before bed. Fortunately, you knew that the hotel pools closed at sunset, it was nearly two in the morning and a sneaky swim sans your bikini sounded like a good place to start.

You smirk to yourself as you tie the strings of your bikini behind your neck loosely enough that you’ll be able to slip out of them without much effort. You forego your sandals, wearing only the bare minimum lest you need to make a mad dash for the gates. You grab one of the stiff bleached hotel towels and slip out your hotel door into the hallway. It was much cooler than your room, pure air conditioning prickles your skin versus the humid tropical air that seeps through your balcony slider.

Excitement bubbles in your belly as you pad quickly down the carpeted hallway past unassuming doors whose occupants were probably fast asleep, much like you should be. You pick up speed running full speed down the hallway, gripping your towel for dear life as a smile plasters your face. You opt for the three flights of stairs to the ground rather than the risk of getting caught in an elevator.

Your skin welcomes the humid night air as you step out of the door, your feet pressed against the brick pathway below you. You can smell the chlorine, and though you already know where the pool is you’re sure you could find it from scent alone. The nighttime wildlife chirped all around you from the trees, giving their thanks to the rain. You assumed frogs were responsible for the song but everything was so different than back home. You didn’t care to question it.

You reached the gate and quietly unlatched it. It surprised you when the latch actually slid out of place- it surprised you even more that no alarm went off. The trust places have in people- you scoff to yourself and then realize it’s people like yourself that warrant the need for locks. You grin even harder and slip through the gate. The moon is lighting up your path magnificently, but you stick close to the gate hoping the trees that line the fence will keep you unseen in their shadows.

You reach the end of the pool and drop your towel. The cooler air hits your body, your skin tightening with goosebumps. Your nipples strain against the fabric of your bikini top and you can’t help but shiver with a feeling that has little to do with the air. You start making quick work of slipping the string behind your neck over your head, letting the cups of your bikini top fall to rest on your stomach as you reach behind to untie the second string.

“Pools closed, y’know” A low honey voice comes from behind you and you swallow a scream and immediately turn around holding your top back up against your chest.

“For fuck sake” You whisper harshly and your eyes land on a boy, not much older than you shoulder deep in the jacuzzi hot tub. You couldn’t make out many features due to the dark and the water steaming against the night air. “Then why are you here?” You quietly spit, your nerves making your heart beat too fast. You could just make out his soft features under the moonlight, his curly dampened hair hanging like a mop around his face. Your hands go almost entirely numb when you finally recognize the face, looking much more relaxed in the moonlight now, than it had just a few hours prior at the venue.

“Same reason as you, apparently” You can hear the smirk in his voice as realization sets in and you avert your eyes from the face you had been observing intently, failing to notice until now the pair of swim trunks hanging over the ladder of the hot tub. “You know the hot tub is much nicer for that”

“Are you inviting me?” You whisper, your voice surprisingly level for the state your nervous system is in. You shift in your spot and let your eyes land on him again, deciding to yourself then and there that you did not in fact know who this man was and you’d never heard of him in your life. He raises his hands slightly, the water splashing and he leans back against the concrete with his arms across the edge of the tub.

“If you read it that way” he says under his breath, the infliction in his voice causes you to step forward before you’re really conscious of the decision. You try to relax when your feet hit the hot water, but then he smiles up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling- and your attempt is proven futile.

Even though your fingers are trembling, you drop your top unabashedly, considering he’s already seen you in half your glory. Even still, he widens his eyes silently and looks away until you’ve discarded your bikini, comfortably sinking under the camouflage of the rippling water. You settle into the bench seat a few feet from him, leaning your shoulder blades against the concrete.

“Sorry if I scared you” He rolls his head to the side to look at you, and for the first time you really get a good look at him, a goofy grin plastered across his face. His eyes are hooded terribly and you raise your eyebrows at him. His demeanor immediately soothes your nerves.

“You’re stoned aren’t you?” You laugh under your breath as he looks behind him with faux surprise before looking back at you.

“Who? Me?” He points to himself, you shake your head incredulously and roll your eyes. He just smiles and reaches behind him, conveniently producing a half smoked blunt from the sole of his sandal along with a lighter. “Thanks for the reminder”

He flicks the lighter to life and lifts it to the end of the blunt that’s held delicately between his plush lips. You watch too intently as he inhales, his chest puffing out as his lungs fill with the sweet smelling smoke. He looks up at you as he exhales, his eyebrows tilting up. “You want some?”

You nod and reach out for the blunt but he shakes his head bringing it back up to his lips, “C'mere” he mumbles around the end of the paper, beckoning you with a tilt of his head. You lower your hand and slide down the bench until your knees touch.

He brings his hand up, cupping your jaw, his thumb pressing gently into your chin. He smiles softly as he leans in and you’re close to going cross eyed as you follow the tip of his nose until it nearly touches yours. He tugs on your chin slightly and you open your mouth in time to suck the smoke he’s exhaling from his lungs.

When he’s done he pulls away, letting his smoke sit in your chest until you’re confident enough you’ve absorbed enough. When you finally exhale nothing but a wisp leaving your lungs. You sigh and close your eyes, feeling lightheaded from the interaction. He mimics your sigh semi dramatically and you pop your eyes open to look at him.

“What?” You lick your lips and he shakes his head. You sit up straighter, able to see the moon reflecting in his dark eyes.

“Want another hit?” He asks, his voice muted with smoke filled lungs.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” You smirk, finding a new fire within yourself to give into what you want.

“Maybe.” He takes another drag, exhaling as he flicks the ashes on the concrete behind his head. “Is it working?” He grins.

“Hmm I dunno” you fake a look of contemplation. “I had to ask, I mean If it was, I shouldn’t have to ask to know, yknow?” You tease and he chews at his lip squinting at you.

“Okay how about this” he clears his throat and adjusts his shoulders, “hey mama, are you a map? Cause I’d be lost without you” he visibly holds back a shit grin, and you visibly cringe at the words that just came out of his mouth.

It’s almost enough to make you want to wrap yourself in the towel and go back to your room forever. Nevertheless, you stay, a grin of your own spreading across your face, “That explains why you’re having a hard time finding your way to a decent pickup line.” You don’t even have time to bask in what you thought was the best comeback of your life and he’s opening his mouth again.

“Did it hurt?” He retorts immediately, ignoring the words you just spoke.

“What when I fell from heaven?” You scoff, “Th-“

“No when you crawled out of the seventh circle of he-“ he cuts himself off with his own giggles when you splash him, effectively wetting his hair further, the drops of water spiraling down his ringlets. The water sizzles out the blunt in his hand and he throws is behind him. He splashes you back and you gasp, the hot water tingling your face. Laughter bubbles up inside of you but you repress it to near snorts for fear of getting caught. You attempt to push your wet hair out of your face only to be splashed again, ruining any progress.

You messily push your hair back finally, to find him scrunching his curls back up in an attempt to wring the water from them. His mouth opens like he’s going to talk but you shut it down with another splash, the bulk of the water filling his mouth. He makes an audible sound of disgust and spits the water out, looking at you, “that was mean” he states simply, unable to keep the smile from his voice.

“You started it,” You say with a childlike assertion.

“And now I’m stopping it” He retorts.

“aww someone a sore loser?” You raise your hand, threatening another splash but he is quick to snap his hand out and grab your wrist, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“How about you cool it?” He brings your hand back down below the water and laying it on your thigh. His fingers brush your skin and you expect him to move his hand but it nearly hovers there, his fingertips ghosting your skin with the movement of the water.

“How about you shut up with those shitty lines?” you nudge his knee with yours and he looks up at you. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips and his jaw visibly tenses as his eyes flick down to your lips and back up, lingering long enough to make your heart skip in your chest. Even though you knew he was there, the feeling still came as a surprise to you when his fingers brushed against your thigh with more pressure, this time laying his palm out flat to rest against the soft skin.

Both of you search each others face with your eyes, making eye contact briefly. His fingertips knead ever so slowly into the meat of your thigh as your body heats up significantly under his touch with a warmth that has absolutely nothing to do with the water that envelopes the both of you.

“How about you shut up and kiss me?” He whispers, putting emphasis on every syllable.

"Oh?" You question so breathlessly that you are doubtful he even heard you, but he nods his head softly and brings his other hand up to slide behind your neck.

You barely have to lean in before he’s pulling you into him and his plush lips are pressed to yours, more than eager to capture your mouth in a kiss. His lips move against yours with a smooth fire that has taken no time to build, as if he'd been feeling the sexual energy you felt towards him long before you two even met. The hand that’s resting on your thigh starts to trail up your body, effectively skipping over your hips and up to your breast bone sending light feathered touches across your collarbones.

His thumb presses into the dip between your collarbones before his hand wraps around your neck just hard enough to press a soft moan from your lungs. You feel him smile against your mouth and you swear you can feel your own pulse under the pressure of his fingers on your neck.

His tongue teases your lower lip and your eyes flutter shut as you open your mouth to him, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Every nerve in your body is fuzzy with static as he loosens his grip on your neck and slides both hands down to your waist as your tongues work against each other. He pulls you closer to him on the bench, your body gliding effortlessly through the water until you’re straddling only one of his legs. Hovering, is a better term, afraid of how you’d react if your bare pussy made contact with his thigh.

You lean forward to press your body against his, feeling his cock brush against your abdomen. Your stomach tightens immediately at the contact. You search for it again, this time with your hand- feeling bold enough in the dark to act on impulse. He groans when your fingertips brush up his length, the lightest touch already telling of how hard he is. You finally press yourself against his thigh, settling fully against him and before you can start to roll your hips for the friction you so desperately need, he’s pulling away and pushing you down until your head is barely above the water.

“What the fu-“ You blurt out but his hand is over your mouth before you can get it all out. He’s looking behind you, ducking down equally as low. You’re afraid to turn around or make a move so you watch his eyes follow something behind you until suddenly his face is illuminated by a beam of white light. “Shit.” He hisses, and a deeper voice comes from behind you, telling you to stay where you are. But of course he grabs your wrist and pulls you up harshly “come on”

You turn your head as he pulls you up the jacuzzi stairs behind him and catch the not so happy face of a security guard making his way to the gated entrance, his flashlight still attempting to focus on your moving bodies.

“Wait-“ you half stop but he yanks your arm causing you to stumble a bit as he continues moving, “dude I need my suit- or-“

“Fuck that” he laughs, letting go of your arm and picking up his speed, “we gotta go babe” you do a double take at him, letting the pet name of all things catch you off guard.

The sound of the metal gate clasping shut forced you to look over your shoulder at the tubby security officer who was making his way to you with just enough speed to be intimidating. You snap your head back to the boy who is already getting away from you. You curse to yourself, grabbing your breasts in a makeshift bra and take off towards the mop of curly hair that’s bouncing with every hurried step. You suppress a laugh, but not well enough when you catch sight of his pale ass in the moonlight.

Your body drips and the air feels even cooler after your time in the hot tub as you focus on trying not to slip against the slippery concrete and tile. As you catch up to him he’s got the gate open already, and you run past him, stark naked, and out into the parking lot.

You hear the gate slam behind you and you turn to see him following behind you with his dick cupped in both his hands. “Where the fuck are we going” you whisper in between giggles so harshly, it may as well have been spoken at normal volume.

“White jeep- all the way down and to the right” he chokes on his own laughter as you both run, your wet feet slapping against the pavement. You reach the car, and yank the door open, not bothering to wait for him to let you in or even confirm it was the right car.

He just about dives in after you, pulling you down against him as flush to the seat of the car as possible. You’re both pressed together in every sense of the word as he reaches his hand up to press the lock button. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and relaxes against you. Both of your chests heave together, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

“Let’s just lay low for a minute, yeah?” He breathes heavily, his face nearly buried in your neck.

“I agree-“ you sigh, letting out a exhausted giggle. You let your head fall back against the leather car seat. The car smells oddly comforting, it reminds you of your favorite thrift store back home that always had incense burning on the front counter. His breath starts to even out and your heart is decidedly calmer when you decide to break the silence, “What’s your name anyway?”

“Huh?” He sounds genuinely surprised, “I thought you knew”

“I literally just met you, how would I know?” You fake it, but it’s very convincing, even to your knowing ears.

“I- I don’t know” he breathes a laugh into your neck, shaking his head and he sounds almost embarrassed. “Josh”

“Nice to meet you, Josh.” You give him your name and he chuckles under his breath. You crane your neck to look up at him, raising your eyebrows. “Hm?”

“Nothing, that was just awfully formal coming from a pretty girl who has got her ass pressed against my cock”

Hearing those words pass his lips against your neck causes your pussy to clench around nothing, an ache forming between your legs. You aren’t going to let him control you so easily, though it’s exactly what you want.

“And those words are awfully dirty coming from such a beautiful pair of lips, hm?” You roll your hips, pressing your ass into him gently and completely on purpose. His hand that lays against your hip tightens, fingertips digging into your flesh.

“Fuck mama, you know how to work me don’t you?” He grinds against you with the smallest of moments, using his hands to guide your hips into his painstakingly slow rhythm.

“Call me that again-“ You whisper under your breath, reaching your arm up behind you to slip your fingers into his curls, pulling his lips down to your neck, just below your ear.

“You like that hmm- mama?” He mutters softly, smirking against your sensitive, chlorine scented skin. Goosebumps rise on your arms and you visibly shiver as his breath skims across your ear. “Yeah she does,” He rubs circles into your hips with his fingertips and you whimper, feeling his cock jump against your ass involuntarily as a result.

His tongue starts licking and suckling softly against your neck, leaving wet kisses to the sensitive skin. He nips particularly hard, drawing a groan from your lips- you’re positive there will be marks. You tilt your head back and look out the window of the car, unable to see anything but treetops from your place in the back seat.

“Josh-“ You voice cracks. He hums against you in response, his lips still moving across your skin. “you think he’s still looking?”

“I doubt it” he mumbles between gentle kisses that are now trailing down your shoulder. “eager?” He nips at your shoulder and you’re so focused on the sensation you don't feel his fingers moving until they ghost against your already too sensitive clit. You almost unintentionally buck your hips up into his palm.

"Patience" he coos, pressing his fingers a bit harder into the hot skin of your inter thigh. “We’ve got all night" his fingers continuing to slide down brushing against the soft skin on the crease of your hip, avoiding the place you wanted his touch the most.

You're hyper aware of his breathing, feeling his exhale drift over your chest as his other hand reaches from underneath you to grab your breast from behind, immediately rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingertips.

He slips two fingers between your thighs, running them through your slick and up to your clit in one swift motion, making your hips arch away from him. He pulls you back against him firmly before returning his fingers to your aching bud. Your lips part in a moan as he rubs his fingertips against you, sliding down across your slick pussy.

"Oh mama, you're a mess" he breathes. You close your eyes and thread your fingers tighter into his curls with his words.

"All for you" You sigh, his fingers still pressed against you, sliding slowly up and down. "more-" you press your hips against his hand as his fingers move up, starting to swirl slowly around your swollen bud.

"More what?" He stills his movements, just keeping his fingertips pressed to your throbbing clit.

"Please" You need his touch almost more than you needed air. "Touch me," You beg.

"I am touching you" you can hear the smirk in his voice and under any other circumstance you'd find the tension exhilarating.

"Don't tease me Joshua Michael- I want you so bad-" Your hand finds his, and you push it down until you’re both sliding down against your slick.

“How do you know that,” He says more as a statement rather than a question, his hand stilling against you, “my full name” your blood runs ice cold. Your body stiffened substantially which is why when your voice comes out to protest it’s shaky.

“I- well- you-“ you stutter, suddenly feeling more exposed than you’d like to be. He brushes your hair behind your ear and leans over your cheek, his breath fanning your face. The gesture would look soft to a bystander but the tone of his voice when he speaks next makes the position more daunting than anything. It makes heat flood between your legs more than you’d like to admit.

“You think you can fool me mama?” He says slyly, “I saw you tonight, screaming my name- never forget a pretty face like yours.” His voice is low and his lips play along your cheek as he speaks.

“You knew then-“ You voice comes out labored and squeaky, embarrassment still running white through your veins.

“Of course I knew- even if I hadn’t seen you earlier, the way you looked at me when you got close enough- you’re an open book, babydoll- I actually think it’s quite cute you tried to lie” He says putting strong emphasis on tried. His fingers are still pressed to your pussy, your hand dead still on top of his. You’re no doubt throbbing against him, and you wonder if he can feel you dripping as he condescendingly reveals your little lie.

“I thought it would make it easier to-“ you start but he cuts you off with a curl of his finger into your soaked heat. You stifle a moan and he kisses your cheek before nipping at it with his teeth and pulling back.

“To what? Talk to me? Listen to yourself, mama-“

He slips another finger inside of you, and you moan louder. A breathy sigh passes his lips, obviously enjoying the effects that his taunting has on you and your body, “you’re doing a little more than talking”

“And you should be doing a little less talking” You blurt out, your tone way more blunt than you intended. You bring your hand to your mouth as if you could attempt to push the sentence back in.

“Are you getting smart with me?” He curls his fingers up inside you even further, this time not slowing his motions as you writhe against him. You answered the question with a shake of your head and a deep moan, bucking your hips up into his palm. He pumps his fingers faster, his face still close enough to yours that you are nearly looking into his eyes.

You move your fingers down to rub your clit but he swats your hand away before you can reach the aching bundle of nerves. You whine and roll your hips further up into his hand, “oh that’s it mama, fuck your self on my fingers- you’re so needy aren’t you? I bet I know what was going through that pretty little head of yours every time you looked at me on stage” He slips his fingers out of you and you gasp at the stark loss of contact.

He sits up, tilting your hips until you’re laid ass up across his lap. He brings his hand down in a light smack across your upper thigh before soothing it with a gentle rub. “You looked completely fucked out hanging over that rail” he squeezes your ass with both of his hands, hard enough that a whimper leaves your lips. “Tell me, were you wet for me even then? Did I ruin those panties”

You laugh darkly to yourself and adjust your hips against the cock that you can feel pressing against your stomach, “I wasn’t wearing any,” you grind your hips down again and his fingers finally dip down against your cunt, this time probing you deliciously from behind. “I was dripping down my thighs beneath that skirt, Josh” You swear you hear him whine.

“Fuck-“ he breathes, “sit up” his voice orders, rougher than it was before. You maneuver your way into his lap through the small space of the backseat, carefully swinging your leg over his hips.

His cock is laying hard and throbbing against his stomach as you settle against his thighs, bringing your arms up to lock around his neck. His hands that occupied your waist now travel up to your breasts, taking one in each hand and giving them a firm squeeze that nearly made you cry out.

“So perfect” He groans as he leans down to lick a stripe right between them. His fingers work at your nipples simultaneously giving them his utmost attention as his tongue traces circles against your collarbone. Your nipples become quickly overstimulated as he rolls them between his fingers and you rock your hips against his thighs, praying for another sensation to focus on.

"Fuck, Josh" you whine as he leans down to take your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, leaving small bite marks into the soft skin. You grind your hips down against his thigh, sliding your hand down his chest and tracing the trail of hair that leads you to wrap your fingers around the base of him.

Excitement fuzzed in your stomach when you felt the size of him, your pussy clenching at the thought of taking him whole. "Hmm, you want that baby?" He smiled against your skin, bucking his hips as much as he could up into your hand. "You want my cock?" You feel precum leaking from the tip and look to watch it running down his length. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, knowing how deliciously he'll stretch you as he bottoms out. The sounds he'll elicit from you as his cock sends shockwaves through your body. He sits back up, his mouth leaving your breast with a satisfying pop, and his honey brown irises make contact with yours, his lids heavy with lust.

You can only imagine the desperate look on your face as you look up at him. His curls hang messily over his forehead as he effortlessly lifts your hips, wrapping his hand around yours and sliding the tip of his cock through your folds, collecting the slick.

"Oh- you hear how soaked you are?” He lets his mouth hang open slightly, letting out a low moan as he slides just the tip of his cock into you. You whine and buck your hips against it, hoping for a little more than just the tip. You start to lower yourself slowly, but let out a near scream as he matches your movement, thrusting deep into you with a grunt.

"Oh! god yes- oh" you cry out as you lower yourself completely onto him, slumping forward with your hands up over his shoulders. Your fingernails are digging hard into his back as he fucks up into relentlessly, sending shockwaves through your entire body.

“Fuck mama, you’re so tight, you pretty little thing,” He groans between thrusts, ducking his head down to suck dark marks into your shoulder. The sting makes you hiss and the lewd slapping of his hips against yours tightens the knot in your stomach. You surprise yourself with how soon you’ve come to the edge as you continue to fuck agaisnt him.

He tilts his hips, the tip of his cock brushing suddenly against your sensitive walls, slamming you into your first orgasm. You barely had time to say anything but his name as your body jerked against him. A string of obscenities falling from his lips as you tighten around him, whimpering- but he never stops fucking into you.

You cry out to him as the air is pushed out of your lungs with every continuous thrust of his hips. Seemingly unsatisfied unless you are shaking in his arms, so overstimulated you could barely breathe. A fucked out smile stretches lazily across your lips as Josh's cock brushes against that spot deep inside you that makes you shudder.

He brings his hand down between your bodies m, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit. He works the bud expertly under his fingertips, your hips jerking into his touch. His other hand presses into the small of your back, guiding you loosely into his rhythm. Your lips connect with his neck, the saltiness of his skin flooding your tastebuds. You lap hungrily at his sweat glistened skin, circling your tongue around the adam's apple that bobbed in his throat as he groaned your name, letting his head fall back against the headrest.

“Listen to yourself Joshy- completely fucked aren’t you?” You licked up his neck, pausing to suck gently into the skin that was stretched thin against his jawline. “You’re so pretty-“

“Keep talking to me like that and I won’t last long, mama” he moans, his hand leaving your clit, opting to grab your hips with both hands, guiding you against him.

“And what’s wrong with that?” You soothe him closer to the edge, twirling your fingers through his hair, your chest pressed nearly flush to his. “You did so good tonight, you deserve it” you press your lips just below his ear, and he whimpers when you take his earlobe between your teeth, his small silver hoop clicking against your teeth.

You know he’s close when you feel him twitch inside you with every noise you both make. Your next orgasm looms above you, the impending wave approaching and receding but never crashing, simply because you won’t let it. You are enjoying this way too much to let it slip by so quickly. You start rocking your hips harder against him, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. You feel yourself clench around him, a thick moan falling from your lips as you messily press your lips to his.

Your mouths are hot and open against each other, stealing each other's air from one anothers lungs. As your tongues dance for dominance. He picks up his speed suddenly inside you, destroying any control you thought you had over the situation. You nearly bounce on his lap from the force of the thrusts he is delivering into your throbbing pussy.

You buck yourself against him, the fire that you had slowly been kindling between your hips rapidly growing with every movement. You start to tremble, pulling his hair that was still wrapped around your fingers as you moaned loud and slow against his lips.

"That’s it, come for me" He whispers against your mouth, taking your lower lip between his teeth as his own release creeps up on him quickly.

“I'm almost there baby-“ you breathe out and lean away from him, switching up the angle into which he’s brushing against you.

“Come for me, and I’ll fill you up nice and full, just like you want" Your mouth dropped open in a pleasured scream, your head nearly slamming against the back of the front seat. As you bounce on his cock tears begin forming in your eyes from the pure pleasure he’s delivering straight into your tightened core.

“That’s it- right there Josh- fuck me- just- like- that” Your lungs are exasperated, as you speak between thrusts, your voice coming out as breaths more than actual words.

"Oh shit- fuck" he whines pathetically as he leans his own head back once more, the movement of his hips faltering underneath you. His body jerks but he doesn’t stop the slap of his hips against yours, fucking you through your moans as you finally reach your peak.

You fall apart all at once, white dots filling your vision as you nearly black out, your body so overcome with pleasure in a way only he has ever made you feel. You clench tight around his cock, and he groans as he begins to fall apart as well, filling you up, just like he said he would. The warm release makes you shudder around him as he thrusts into you sloppily a few more times, soft high pitched moans leaving his lips as he hangs his head infront of him.

The back of your head is still pressed against the back of the front seat as you slowly come back to your senses. The feeling of Josh gently stroking his thumbs against your sides. You let your body slowly slump forward into him, whimpering quietly as his cock shifted inside you. Josh sighs into your neck at the sound, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. He lets himself softly slip from inside you, and you settle back down into his lap, your fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“We should get back to our rooms before the morning staff come in-“ he pauses, breaking through the comfortable silence you suddenly created. “I have a shirt you can wear to cover up in the back” He whispers, bringing a hand up to the back of your head, smoothing out your hair.

You hum, nodding and pressing your face into his neck, not really wanting to acknowledge the fact that you’ll have to go back to your room alone. He seems to pick up on it, knowingly pulling you tighter to him as you both breathe silently against each other for a while. His hands are pressed against your back, his palms warm and soft against your skin. His breathing has leveled as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

You aren’t sure how long you stayed like that but when you finally turn your head away from his neck, your eyes feel heavy. You feel his face pressed to the side of your head, his face nuzzled into your hair. You look out the window, and notice the sky looks as though it’s just beginning to glow over the horizon, but the light so muted you wonder if you’re imagining it. He doesn’t move beneath you, the only way to tell he is still awake being the way he still holds you tightly.

“Josh-“ you say softly.

“Hm?” He hums into your hair.

“I left my room key on the dresser”

[blankcreator]

Here is the link!

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Revenge

Moon X Reader

A/N: Your honor, he deserved it. <3

Description: You finally get your chance at revenge against Moon. It's your turn to tease and tickle him, with the added assistance of maxed out sensors. Poor guy.

Tags: fluff, tickling, established relationship, gn!reader, lee!moon

Word Count: 1692

Once again it was time for the monthly diagnostics check on the animatronics. As head tech, you of course had to take care of it all yourself. That however, was actually a benefit. You had something sneaky planned today, so having time alone with a certain animatronic was exactly what you needed. There was a little surprise in store for Moon; some harmless fun bundled up in a scheme for your partner. You couldn’t wait to get to him, so you ever so slightly rushed your work to finish faster.

You still did your job well of course, but by the time you had worked with all the other animatronics you were giddy beyond belief. Sun was the next you saw, then Moon, and you could now start on your little surprise. With him sitting next to you hooked up to your laptop, it would be so easy.

“Notice anything weird in my programming again?” Moon pondered, watching over your shoulder while you opened and closed a few applications.

“Mmm, nope. You’re good so far.” You reassured him.

“Ah… Good. So, what’s all that stuff you’re looking at there then?”

“Oh this? This is a program I can use to modify any internal settings you have. It’s really convenient for quick adjustments when needed!” You explained innocently.

“Ah. That is quite convenient. Do I need an adjustment then?” Moon asked further.

“Actually, yes.” You nodded. “Just one though. Nothing too crazy.”

Moon watched as you pulled up a window with a slider on it. You dragged the little bar all the way to the top of the meter where it said ‘sensitivity’ and maxed it out. He was curious, and wondered what exactly that pertained to.

“So, what’s that for?”

You didn’t answer right away. You instead let a sly grin spread on your face and unplugged Moon from your laptop. Moon then received his answer when you placed a hand on his chest plate and dragged it down gently, making him jolt with surprise and back up a little. The feeling was intense, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“I just turned up your sensors, is all~” You finally informed him. “You know, so I can get a little revenge for that time you tickled me breathless, my dear Moon.”

“TRAITOR!” Moon screeched, voice glitching with an anxious edge.

“You did it first! You had your warning. Run, my beloved celestial partner~!”

He was already running as fast as he could. The tables had been turned against him, and he knew he’d be screwed if he was caught. Slight regret ran through his mind for how much he teased you that day, because he knew you weren’t one to mess around. He saw what you did. That sensitivity setting had been maxed out, and the simple act of you touching his chest was such an intense shock he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle you exacting your revenge. So, he ran with all his might and hoped you would tire out before you could catch him.

Unfortunately, you were filled to the brim with energy, eagerly chasing after Moon with fire in your eyes. You had spent a long time waiting for the perfect moment to exact your revenge and you weren’t about to let it slip away. You had come prepared, and you would win.

Earlier before you came to check up on Moon, you had strewn about some of the colourful barrels on common walking paths, hoping it would get in his way. Your calculations were in fact correct, and Moon’s were not. He didn’t even consider that there might possibly be a mess because Sun had just cleaned up prior to your visit, so when the barrels presented themselves in his path, he panicked and couldn’t compute a counter maneuver quick enough. Moon tripped on those barrels you had laid out and face planted into the cushiony floor, securing his doom. You were on top of him within seconds, the mere feeling of you just sitting there sending a staticky wave of tingles through his systems.

He technically couldn’t do anything. Any move he made sent jolts of tingles through his sensors, whether it be brushing his arms against the soft floor, the feeling of your clothing brushing against his casing, or even just the pressure of you sitting on him. It was all so amplified thanks to your mild tampering so he was relatively discouraged from moving too much. He also didn’t want to hurt you, since you were light as a feather to him in comparison. He was doubly pinned by non restrictive forces, and that was beyond torturous enough for him. The little smirk you wore was just the cherry on top, and if he could physically break out into a nervous sweat, he would.

“M-moonbeam, don’t you have o-other animatronics to help today?” Moon tried to divert.

“Nope~ You’re my last stop~!” You sang. “I did it on purpose, juuuuust so I could catch you~”

“Listen I don’t think it’s very fair! You turned up my sensors! Let me go freEEEE! S-Starlight stohohop!”

“Less talking, more laughing, Moonpie.” You teased.

No matter how much talking he did, you would not be convinced otherwise. It was time for revenge, and boy was it sweet. With that amplified sensitivity, Moon was a mess within seconds, completely disarmed by the lightest of touches. All you had to do was run your fingers gently along the seams of some parts of his casing to put him in stitches, desperate laughter pouring out of him. He couldn’t even fight back, the sensation far too much to make any calculated movements without hurting you.

“P-plehehease! Moonbeam stohohop!” He begged.

“Mmm, nah~. You didn’t stop when I was the one under attack, so why should I stop for you~?” You hummed, gently clawing your hands up his abdomen.

“I’m sorry I’m sOHOHORRY!”

Moon once again succumbed to laughter when you pinched at his soft casing where you would consider his hips to be. The poor guy was beyond embarrassed and tried to cover his face with his hands and arms, but the moment he raised them you used one hand to reach up and claw at the joint where his arm connected to his shoulder, earning a staticky sputter of joyous laughter. There was some barely comprehensible cussing directed at the team who made the touch sensor technology, wishing they hadn’t made it so good. It was a curse and a blessing to have such advanced technology.

Poor Moon had almost had enough by now. You had started gently dragging the pads of your fingers over his midsection, and you could feel the static from how much he was giggling. He was clearly firing off all signals while under your ticklish assault, and it was the cutest thing you had ever seen. His face was bright blue with blush, letting loose a stream of deep giggles that sounded almost musical to you. This must have been how he felt when he discovered your ticklishness, and admittedly, you felt powerful to have your partner so vulnerable before you. The fact that he hadn’t thrown you into the ball pit was enough to tell you he trusted you, and that warmed your heart.

Eventually though you decided to stop. Despite the knowledge of him having unlimited stamina, you figured he’d had enough. With one more gentle squeeze to his side and a quick little scrape of your nails, you ceased your fire and let him rest. With the relief finally being granted to him, his laughter slowly decreased to mere quiet giggles, lying defeated on the floor with you still atop him.

“I got my revenge~” You hummed, lying atop his chest now.

Moon threw his arms up and around you suddenly and trapped you in a hug. Your own giggles came forth now when he rolled over with you still in his grasp, adoring how he still carefully held you.

“You. Tell. No one.” Moon muttered.

“What? About how ticklish you are? Awww, are you scared you’re gonna get tickled to death by others~?” You teased.

“You forget I know all your best spots, starlight. Don’t tell anyone, and I won’t return fire tenfold.” He warned, his own mischievous grin spreading on his face now.

“Eep! A-alright, you’ve got a deal!” You chuckled.

“Good. Now please return my settings back to normal. Everything I touch is still so… intense.” He mumbled.

“Alright, let’s go.”

With a nod, you and Moon stood up from the ground and carefully made your way back to your laptop. The last program was still open, so once he was all hooked up again you returned his settings back to normal immediately. You made sure he saw your screen when you did it so he could assure you were being honest. He trusted you already, but greatly appreciated the extra effort you put in to show him he was back to normal. You really were the best tech he’d had in years with all this effort you put in for him. The fact that you were partners though is what really made you the best tech. That much was undeniable.

“Sorry about that moon pie. That was a little invasive of me. I won’t do it again, m’kay?” You promised, feeling just a little guilty for tampering with his settings.

“Just… Just ask next time and I won’t really mind…” He replied quietly.

“Oh? Oh???? So are you saying you don’t mind if I tickle you?” You questioned with a growing grin.

“TELL. NO ONE.” Moon reiterated with an intense tone.

He was unable to cover up that flustered little glitch in his tone he did when he was embarrassed though, and you caught it. Giggling once again you unhooked Moon and gave him a sweet and gentle kiss while you were already so close to his face, quelling his building attitude with your affection. He grumbled and accepted your gesture, wrapping you in a hug once again now that the job was done.

“You owe me. Stay for a nap.” He muttered.

“With pleasure~”

[faisdm]

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And here we go! Your special mystery blind box. Hope you enjoy!

-📝 nonnie

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"You- you can't use FIREBALL!! I'm in the middle of the fray!" The half-orc paladin cried out, swinging her battle axe. The blade connected with a ravenous furry shape that, had you asked her earlier, Bearbones would have called absolutely adorable. Now the massive swarm was growing taxing.

"Then get out of the way!" snapped Arous, the halfling holding her spell while kicking a creature away. "We're getting swamped by these wolpertingers, and they're a little too BITEY for my taste!"

"I...Rolled an 18, the AC seems to be twelve- Okay I hit, and I use my canon on the group over to the left. Eat zap cannon, you over grown rats!!" The artificer bellowed.

"Alright, listen. I'm just saying, maybe we shouldn't be doing this quest to free the Great Fairy of Rot, y'know?" The Aarakokra bard was back to back with his Kenku sibling that was using him as hidden cover to get extra damage in. "What say you, Nitpick?"

A series of affirming chirps and clicks meshed with broken words stolen from other conversations the kenku heard. "Aztiel is RIGHT...but Rot Fairy Siofra is...Very Pretty. Have to help her."

"Oh jeez, Mikey's crushing on the rot fairy." Leo whined, head in his hands. You grinned, giggling at the revelation that rolled through the group. Battle now on standby, Donatello glared over at his twin.

"You idiot! Without Siofra, the other Great Seasons Fairies are going to ruin the world. Rot is needed for new life and all that."

"Wow. Nitpick likes Siofra huh?" Raph leaned over, looking at what Michelangelo was doodling. The eldest huffed in amusement, staring at a rough sketch of the kenku fantasizing over a 12 foot nature goddess.

"Maybe! I think Nitpick just likes Big Tall Misunderstood Lady."

April shrugged. "Honestly you could pick worse."

You got up, chuckling to yourself as you went to the kitchen. You bagged another, your DMing prowess of making your players becaome smitten with NPC knew no end. Well, correction. It knew one.

You hadn't managed to get Leonardo yet. And, for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why.

You got Raphael with his character's rival, a Firbolg ranger who she shared one good, deep conversation with and it shook his character's faith somewhat while showing the other wasn't so bad a guy. April's sorcerer already had a girlfriend, and you made sure she got to interact and write to her frequently, and the sorcerer was planning on proposing. Michelangelo was fawning over Siofra, his character bonding with her despite being trapped in a crystal prison by being a great listener. Donatello's was the tricksiest one by far, his high elf character becoming smitten with a kobold thief who, as a shock to you, his character saw all the stealing of his machines as flirting, and now he made trinkets for them to purposely steal as a kind of...courtship game.

But Leo? Nothing, no NPC, be it the handsome rival bard or the lich king, made him enamored.

"I'm grabbing drinks! Anyone want one?" You listened as a collection of of yeses called out and you nodded, already knowing who wanted what. A chair scraped across the floor and you heard footsteps follow.

"I'll help out."

"Thanks, Leo."

Humming, the two of you gathered up sodas and teas and coffees galore, nabbing some more pizza while on your impromptu snack break. You glanced over at the red eared slider. "May I ask a question?"

"Mh? Sure thing. What's up?" Leo adjusted the tails of his cobalt bandana before reaching for a sleeve of cookies.

"What's your type?"

Leonardo froze, sweat beading on his brow as he stared HARD into the cabinet. He swore there should be some cheez-its in here somewhere.

"My uh. Type?"

"Yeah! Do you like big muscles and massive pecs, small wet cat energy, cocky, calm and collected, regal, maybe something more chaotic...?"

Biting his lip, he looked over to you, noting you refused to look at him. Like you were planning something. Being sneaky.

...Oh! He knew what was happening.

He relaxed a bit, nodding to himself, before he quickly became red in the face and jittery.

Oh. He knew what was happening!!

The leader looked to the side, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Well, um. I have to say uh...I like...creative types. With big imaginations and a love for storytelling." Leonardo cleared his throat. "And uh, hopefully a fondness for my jokes and willing to put up with my charming personality."

You blinked at that. "So...artsy nerd with a high stupidity tolerance?" Damn what a character you'd have to make.

The turtle gaped at you, looking mildly offended. "Hey!"

You shrugged. "You're a bit of a peacock."

"Hey!!"

You snickered to yourself, grinning at your joke and Leonardo felt his heart...swell, bubble and melt like chocolate. His mouth buzzed with the cloying bittersweetness you radiated, and it made him crave your attention, your AFFECTION, more.

Smiling to himself some, he bumped your hip with his own, looking up at you under half lidded eyes. "Yeah, I guess nerd is a good term for em."

"What else? What do they do?" you asked, a coy look on you face, and he felt the thrill of teasing and playing with you making him giddy.

"I mean they're hot, for sure. Love their nose, it does this cute thing when they smile. And theyre one hell of a master of dungeons."

"A master of dungeons? Ahh so you like power eh?"

"Mhm. You could say Godly."

Man, a mortal falling in love with a god would be great. You'd push one of the great fairies, but they didn't fit personality-wise. Perhaps you would make another godly being, or there was the massive eldritch sea creature, but they wouldnt find that til the High seas chapter...

Godly. Master of Dungeons. Creative story teller with a love for...oh.

Oh.

The pieces clicked, and your eyes grew wide, face now flushed and hot to the touch. You whipped around to look at Leonardo, whose cocky grin faltered some at your bewildered look.

"Me, um- I just. I mean- I was asking for the campaign. For Aztiel."

Leonardo's face did the opposite of yours, blood draining quickly and making him appear pallor.

"Ah. I'm. Oh my god."

You two grew quiet. Your thoughts were that of a notebook in a whirlwind, papers and words and pictures whipping around you while you sat in the middle, getting fleeting frenzied glimpses at the chaos surrounding you. Leonardo's own were like tv static, harsh and crowding and, though others tried to push through, the screeching noise drowned them out.

"...No wonder I never could make an NPC you loved."

Leonardo swallowed nervously. He looked away, hot shame stabbing him in the gut and through the ribs. He felt ill.

"Yeah. They, um...Well I do like all of your characters. I love something about em all. They all have a little piece of you in them... I'm sorry- that's weird and I'm just going to-"

Masked eyes widened, his brain coming to a sudden, stuttering halt. He couldn't move, and he stopped breathing briefly as you pulled away, tongue swiping your own chapped and chewed lips nervously. You gathered the drinks again.

"I'm... free on Friday, if you wanna sneak out to go see the horror movie marathon at the drive in theater with me. My treat."

It took a few pulls of his brain's rip chord before his ability to think came back, but when it did, it was like all thoughts came to him at once. So many questions wanted to pour out of his mouth that they were scrambled, before he finally managed to ask-

"So! Uh, it's date, yea? A date? Like, with me? Boyfriend?"

You grinned, starting to walk out of the kitchen with a bit of extra pop to your step. "Yeah. A date with you would be wonderful. I've wanted to go on one with you for a while now."

YESSSSSSS LET'S GO DISASTER DATE LEO!!!

Thank you so much for the blind box fic! The way Leo just kinda studies reader while describing them, reader's obliviousness... Love it!!!

[mtqcomic]

Behind the Scenes: Green Citadel Library

Hi folks, DK here! It’s been a while since I’ve done a bonus content, mostly because I’ve run out of easy ones to do for now. I’m working on more though! I don’t have any lore today, but I do have a behind-the-scenes on how I made the Green Citadel library with its towering bookshelves. If that interests you, read on!

So, first off, I built everything I could in tModLoader. This obviously took a while, and required a lot of small decisions about which decorations to use and where to put them to create the right impression and implications. “The curtains were just blue” is a damn lie! One fun detail, for instance, is the peace candles, which contrast with the water candles you can see in the rest of Green Citadel. That serves as both a symbolic out-of-universe hint that the library is a safe space in this very dangerous area, as well as an in-universe implication about whoever placed those candles.

Here’s something you might not have considered: for convenience’s sake, I wanted the entire room in one image so I can crop individual panels from it as I need them. To capture this entire room at the right scale, I needed to splice together six separate screenshots to create this massive image:

Cool, now let’s make this easier to see by focusing on a smaller area.

Much better. I used steampunk bookshelves as my template, but actual Terraria bookshelves are way too short for this room! So I grabbed a screenshot of a normal steampunk bookshelf and split the texture into its individual parts:

Hm, well, I can easily make it as tall as I want by stacking that middle section, but there are only two patterns of books that the game uses. If I just used those two rows of books for every shelf, this scene would get very boring. So I studied the look of those books and created my own additional patterns, and added them to my spritesheet:

Nice, now we’ve got full shelves of books, shelves with empty spots, books on their sides, and books that have tilted over. Now I can arrange these to create custom super-tall bookshelves with varied patterns of books!

Oh, that looks terrible. Don’t worry, I expected that! It’s obvious that my bookshelves don’t share the lighting of the actual scene. Not a problem I can’t fix! First, I can tweak the HSL sliders for the bookshelves to make them a little yellower and a lot darker. Then I add a gradient overlay that darkens the shelves further up, since there’s less light in the upper area of the scene. Finally, I use a very sneaky hack: I copy the background layer into the foreground, lower its opacity, and set its blending mode to ‘hue’. This essentially slightly tints the bookshelves with the colours behind them, causing areas to take on the colour of the nearby light sources. The grey wall itself has no hue, so it doesn’t affect anything at all.

Just like that, a mostly-convincing illusion! I mess with scenes like this all the time, but I haven’t done something this big in a while. It was a lot of fun! One nice perk is that now that I’ve made that bookshelf spritesheet, I can put custom bookshelves anywhere I want. Keep an eye out to see if I reuse them later!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little behind-the-scenes venture. I’ve gotten questions about how I make the comic before, so I hope this was interesting for some of you! On that note, if you do have any questions about how I make MTQcomic, my askbox is always open! Have a good day, folks!

[powdermelonkeg]

Symphonies of Time

This is a continuation. You can find the first part, Secrets in the Breeze, here, and the second, Where the Wind Doesn’t Blow, here.

Small breakers indicate swapping worlds. Big breakers indicate timeskips.

I’ll make better breakers soon.

I also included a few music cues! I don’t know if it’s something I’m ever going to repeat; I kind of just felt like it, but it was fun. Click on the music note when you see it!

Sky gripped the Master Sword’s hilt tight, his knuckles white as he spoke to the younger hero. “Look around. What do you see?”

There was a pause. “...The sky is dark. Everything around me is bluish.”

“More specific. Items, patterns, things moving.”

Another pause. “There’s a circle beneath my feet. It’s like the one I stabbed with the Master Sword.”

Sky gave a sigh of relief. That was all the confirmation he needed. “Good. Stay in that circle for now; as long as you’re in there, the realm won’t wake up.”

“...Sky? I’m sorry.”

The hero’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” Wind repeated, hugging his knees. He grit his teeth, fighting to keep from crying. “I took the Master Sword from your stuff, I played that song when I shouldn’t have, I broke the tablet—that wasn’t mine.” He felt the lump rise in his throat. “If I don’t make it out of here—”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” Sky said gently. “You’re not going to die, okay? I’m right here.”

“But...the Phantoms—”

“They won’t hurt you. They’re agents of the Goddess—they’re just trying to protect what she made,” Sky replied. “The worst they can do to you is send you back where you started.”

The spoke softly, doing everything he could to be comforting in the terrifying situation. It was a technique Wind himself had used with Joel and Zill back on Outset. And yet, even still, he found it reassuring to know there was someone more experienced guiding him through this. But, still...

“Do you forgive me?”

“Of course I do.” Sky didn’t hesitate to answer, speaking firmly and sincerely. “I know how the Master Sword calls more than anyone; if she didn’t want you to take her, she wouldn’t have let you.” He gave a soft sigh. “We’re all just glad you’re not hurt, and we want you to come back to the Realm of Sound.”

“...Okay.” Furiously scrubbing at his eyes, Wind fought for his composure, taking a deep breath as he slowly stood up. Time to be a hero and face the new challenge. “How do I get back?”

♪

“Look around you. Do you see any guardians?”

Wind looked around the clearing, alert for silver glints of armor. “...Two.” He frowned. “No, three. There’s a light through the trees.”

“That’s a Watcher. If you need to go near them, you need to be very quiet and sneaky; they can only see what falls into the light underneath them, but if they catch you, they’ll wake the guardians up.”

Wind gulped. Worse than Forsaken Fortress... “Okay,” he replied.

“Now, there should be something colorful and glowing in the clearing. The Goddess never places one too far from the start.”

This one took Wind a moment to spot. Everything around him was gray, but...He spotted something among the dull colors, tucked behind a tree. “I see something pinkish!”

“Pinkish? ...Okay. When I count to three, I want you to run out of the circle as fast as you can and grab it. If it is what I think it is, it’ll put the Guardians right back to sleep.”

Wind frowned. “And if it’s not?”

“Then I want you to book it back to the circle. We can try a different direction.”

The colorful sparkle behind the tree called to him, almost as much as fear did from the direction of the Silent Guardians.

“Okay,” he said decisively, eyes narrowing as he braced himself for a sprint. “I’m ready.”

“Three...Two...”

“...One.”

The instant Wind left the circle, Wild saw his ghostly form materialize in a teal shimmer. He watched with wide eyes as the younger hero darted through the clearing, ducking behind a tree and snatching something up, holding it in the air with a pink flash.

“I got it!”

Sky side-eyed Wild, watching him track Wind’s movement with interest. “Did the sky turn back to blue?”

“Yeah, it—” he paused.

Sky’s ears perked. “Kid?”

“...There’s a flower. On my arm.”

Wind stared at the blossom as it unfurled, the petals spiraling out on the back of his hand as a vine spun itself around his arm. A pinkish-orange light illuminated one of the many buds along its stem, and one of the petals slowly started to turn brown.

“That’s your spirit vessel.”

“What’s that?” he asked, poking the glowing bud cautiously.

“It’s how the Goddess tracks your progress and time. One of the flower petals should be darkening.”

“It is. Should I be worried?”

“No, it’s supposed to do that,” Sky replied. “As long as that flower’s intact and you don’t walk into any Watchers’ lights, the Guardians will stay put. There should be buds along the stem of it.”

“There are. One of them’s lit.”

“Good. Count them for me.”

Wind took a moment, twisting his arm to count the little glassy bubbles. “...9, I think.”

Sky sighed in relief. “Oh, good. It’s a short one.”

“I have to find eight more of those? In the Lost Woods?”

Sky blinked. “...The what?”

“Like the others talked about—the forest tries to spin you around and put you back where you started. It did that with me when I was being chased.”

Sky frowned, then turned to the others. “...Do you guys know what he means by ‘Lost Woods?’”

Half the party present looked at him like he was crazy. Sky narrowed his eyes. “It’s important. I need an expert.”

“I’m an expert,” Time said, raising a hand. “I grew up right next to the Lost Woods. They’re a pain to navigate.” He glanced over at Wild. “...I think we need to strategize.”

Wild looked back, eyes wide. “...We?”

Wild held his torch carefully as Time scribbled down on a map, his eyes trained on Wind’s transparent figure. It was already night time again; Wind had failed the trial more times than he could count. If Wild had to guess, the “lower number” Sky had talked about when explaining the Spirit Vessel was only a small mercy from the Goddesses to account for the sheer confusion that was the Lost Woods.

Wind scaled a tree, then jumped down, rapidly fading pink light in his hand. He turned in the direction he thought his companions must be and gave a thumbs up, unintentionally showing them his shoulder instead. Wild held back a snicker—if the situation weren’t so nerve-wracking, it would almost be funny.

“The kid says he found another one,” Legend’s voice came through the Sheikah Slate, jolting Wild out of his thoughts as he fumbled the torch. “Can you confirm?”

Time caught the torch before it could fall. “Give us a second.” He raised his eyebrows at Wild expectantly.

The blue-clad hero caught his breath and pulled the slate off his belt, coming face to face with Legend’s eye. Wind’s Gossip Stone needs a volume slider... “I can confirm. It was in a tree.”

“Great. That should be all 9. How’s the map?”

“It’s good.” Time peered over Wild’s shoulder. “I’ve marked all the Guardians he’s come across and all the borders the woods has.”

“Then we’re ready for the final run?”

Wild glanced up, watching Wind count on his fingers and no doubt doing his own calculations. “We’re ready. Tell Sky.”

“Got it.”

Wind’s ears perked as he listened to Sky tell him the plan. He lit up, jumping for joy as he realized it was going to finally be over, then waved for Wild and Time to follow as he raced off in a random direction.

Wild sighed in relief. “Tell Sky to tell Wind to wait for us at the gate.”

“Will do. Signing off.” Click.

Time looked over the map critically as the others crowded around him, rubbing his chin.

9 tears, 14 guardians, 6 watchers. 9 minutes of time to spare between each tear, provided Wind wasn’t caught.

His eyes followed possible routes, running the times in his head. This was just like his adventure with Cojiro back in his own time; the amount of times he’d failed to deliver a bottle of eyedrops in time and had to go get another dose had made him an expert at routing.

“...Alright.” He finally said, after a long period of mental puzzle solving. He pulled a charcoal stick from his belt and started drawing the route. “The first tear is the easiest to get; from there, he’ll need to go northeast and grab the one in the lotus pond. There should be enough time to wait out Watchers.”

The others listened intently as Time explained the plan to its completion. “From the last tear here—” He tapped a circle on the map. “—he can just walk off to the right and be warped back to the clearing here. There’s no watchers on that edge of it, so it should be an easy run back to the circle.” He pointed at Wild. “You can see him, so you’re going to run the route with him. Whenever he grabs a tear, tell us through the Gossip Stone where he needs to go next, and how many Guardians are marked.”

Wild saluted. “Yes, sir.”

He pointed the stick at Sky. “Sky, keep the kid up to date as much as you can. He needs accurate information as fast as possible.”

Sky nodded, fierce with determination. “Understood.”

“Great. Let’s do it.”

Wind snatched up his seventh tear. “Got it!”

“Great! Just two to go. Turn left—the next one is the one inside the crack in the ground.”

“Alright. Going left.” He gave Wild an invisible thumbs up, then jogged off after the tear.

After this was all over, he was going to ask the older hero how that spirit vision of his worked.

“There’s a pair of Watchers up ahead, so be careful.”

♪

Wind’s ears twitched as he heard the telltale bell sounds of the Watchers, and his eyes narrowed. Stealthily, he snuck his way through the forest, pressing his back up against the tree trunks one by one, face scrunched up in concentration.

He was so close. There was no way he was going to fail, not this time. He wanted out of here.

A light passed over his location, and he froze, the watcher’s lamplight bleeding through the branches. Wind held his breath in anticipation. Don’t move. Don’t move. They can’t see you.

...A moment passed, and the Watcher departed, returning to its route. It was all Wind could do not to collapse with relief then and there, but he had a job to do. Slowly, he crept towards the fissure in the forest floor, the pink light of the tear seeping through the leaves. He knelt down and reached his arm in, snatching it and booking it back to his post, just in time to avoid the return of the two Watchers.

He peered around the corner, watching them move, his heart pounding in his chest. Their lights overlapped directly on the crack, and they both paused.

Wind swallowed. Did they notice the tear was gone?

After a moment of eerie silence, the watchers looked at each other, then turned around and departed in opposite directions, resuming their patrol. Guarding the tear was not their job, catching intruders was.

With a sigh of relief, Wind gave a thumbs up to Wild. “I got it,” he whispered, voice cracking in stress. “Which way now?”

“Go right. The last one’s under a rock, it has a Sky Guardian in the tree above it. As long as you get there in time, you’re home free.”

“Okay.” Carefully, he made his way away from the Watchers’ patrol routes, then broke into a run. Freedom was so close, he could taste it.

The rock came into view, pink light seeping out from under it, and the cloaked guardian hovering menacingly above it. Gritting his teeth with courage, Wind charged forward with a shout and shoved the rock, practically falling onto the tear.

The flower on his hand shone, the pink light leaving the little glass buds and flooding it with energy. Wind gasped happily, leaping to his feet. “I got it!!!” He exclaimed. “That’s all of them, I’m done!!!”

“Great! Come on back, let’s get you out of there!”

Wind beamed, heading for the woods’ edge to warp back home.

And then...it began to rain.

When the first drop hit Sky’s head, he froze, looking up at the cloudy heavens with a look of sheer terror on his face.

When the second hit, he panicked.

“Kid!” He exclaimed “Get shelter, right now!”

“What? Why?! I’m coming back!”

“It’s raining!”

“So?”

“Water and the Silent Realm don’t mix. If even a drop of that touches you—”

♪

“—the guardians are going to wake up.”

The words hadn’t even fully left the hero’s mouth when a shiny, metallic drop hit Wind’s arm.

As he watched, horrified, the glowing flower on his arm shriveled away into nothing, and orange flooded the Silent Realm.

“Kid? Kid, answer me, did any of it touch you?”

The Sky Guardian behind him drew its blades.

“YES!” Wind shouted, taking off into the forest as fast as he could. He just had to get lost, he just had to get lost, he couldn’t lose this now!!!

The mist faded in around him, and the clearing came into view with an eerie light. Wind raced past the two Earth Guardians, his lungs screaming at him for air as the swing of a massive club just barely missed his shoulder, and dove into the circle—

Wind awoke with a gasp, eyes wide, bolting to his feet and ready to take off like a wild rabbit.

“Hey, kid, it’s okay!” Warriors grabbed his arm, pulling him back down. “You’re alright! You’re safe.”

Wind stared at him, then sat down with a heavy thud. “I...” He looked at his arm.

His skin no longer shone silver, the flower gone. The chirping of crickets and gentle patter of rain filled the silence that had only been occupied by Watchers and his voice for the past day.

It was over.

He’d won.

Wind collapsed back onto the ground, staring up at the sky as the other heroes approached with a hot meal and blankets. “...It’s over.” He finally breathed, relieved. “It’s done. I made it.”

“You sure did.” Warriors offered a hand and a smile. “Proud of you, kiddo.”

Wind glanced at him, then at his hand, before taking a deep breath and grabbing it.

“It’s good to be back.”

Wild slurped up the hot soup happily, bundled up in a blue scarf and furry hood, and glad to finally have something in his stomach.

“I don’t get it” Sky frowned. “The flower should have turned into an item as soon as you went back to the Gate, not sent you back immediately. The Goddesses wouldn’t make a trial for nothing.”

“Wouldn’t they?” Time asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sky’s eyes narrowed. “No,” he said. “They wouldn’t.”

Hyrule put up his hand quickly. “Maybe you did something different?”

“There isn’t exactly much to do different.” Sky crossed his arms, thinking. “When I went into the Silent Realm, I played the harp to summon the gate, then knelt and stabbed the Master Sword into it. When I came back, I just drew it and went on my way.”

At the last sentence, everyone turned their eyes to the purple-hilted sword.

It still sat, resting in the gate.

Waiting.

Wind stared at it for a long moment, then looked at the others. “...I...should probably go get that.”

Four put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure? One of us can.”

“I’m sure.” Wind puffed up his chest. “Whatever it does, I can take it. Nothing’s worse than the Silent Realm.”

Time looked over at Wind with worry, the fears from that morning returning full force.

“Hey.”

He turned, coming face to face with the hero of Twilight. “He can take it,” Twi said. “He’s drawn that sword before.”

...He has, hasn’t he? Time sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Despite everything...he wished he knew what that sword could do consistently.

Why had it singled him out?

He shook his head, tossing the thought away. A question for later. He turned towards the camp. “Hey.”

Wind looked over, eyes wide.

Time offered a small smile. “Finish dinner, then let’s see if this trial of yours was worth the effort.”

♪

Wind stood in front of the Master Sword, the same as he had all those years ago, in the basement of the submerged Hyrule Castle. Squaring up, he grasped the hilt of the sacred blade firmly, bracing himself against the ground as he drew it from its pedestal.

The Silent Realm Gate withdrew into itself as the sword left it, the blade itself glowing with heavenly light. Wind pointed the blade skyward, determination in his eyes, then raised it above his head, its might not lost on the young hero.

Wind took a deep breath, then smiled, swinging the blade twice then performing a spin attack, then sheathing it with a flourish.

The Chain clapped in approval, and he bowed, then turned and offered the Master Sword back to Sky. “Here you go,” Wind said, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “I think I’ve had enough of that sword for a little bit.”

Sky chuckled, taking the blade back and slinging it onto his back where it belonged. “Next time the sword calls to you, tell me.” He ruffled Wind’s hair. “I’ll help you figure out what’s going on before you get stranded in another realm.”

A sharp crack startled the heroes out of their exchange, and everyone turned to look at what was left of the stone pedestal.

The rock split in two, its purpose served. It dissolved into dust like the tablet before it, revealing yet another stone artifact to follow. Immediately, Legend snatched it up for examination. “...Hm.” He rapped his knuckles against it. “This has some strong magic in it,” he said, “but I can’t tell exactly what. It feels almost like song magic, but...” He offered it to Wind. “Any ideas?”

Wind hesitated, worried for a moment, then took the tablet and flipped it over to study it. He shook his head. “No. I’ve never seen this before.”

Just then, Four’s ears perked. “Kid, does your baton normally do that?”

“Huh?” He looked down at his belt.

The Wind Waker sparkled, begging for attention. Wind frowned. “No...Hold this for me,” he said, handing the tablet off to Hyrule and pulling out the magic artifact.

No sooner had he done so than the new tablet lit up, markings like before appearing on its surface.

Wind looked up, then stared in shock. “Eight notes?”

“That’s new?” Hyrule asked.

He nodded quickly. “I’ve never conducted any higher than 6/4 time!” He looked up at Time. “...Can I...?”

Time hesitated. Following destiny’s call wasn’t the safest move, and they’d nearly had a close call with this whole Silent Realm business. And yet...he knew meddling with the Goddess’ plans was a surefire way to incur disaster. He’d learned that the hard way.

Reluctantly, he nodded. “Go ahead. Just be careful.”

Wind lit up excitedly, then drew himself up to conduct, playing the notes as directed. Everyone watched with baited breath, waiting for whatever the Goddesses could possibly give them next.

...Nothing.

Wind frowned. “Come on, that’s not right. You’ve gotta do something for all that work.” He tried again, attempting to time it better. “Maybe it’s just a repeated 4/4...”

As Legend watched the conductor’s attempts, he squinted. He recognized it, he was sure of it, but...

He snapped his fingers, eyes wide, then quickly grabbed Sky’s bag and fished out the Skyloftian’s golden lyre.

“Wh- HEY!”

“I’m borrowing it.” He shoved the bag back into Sky’s arms, then stepped in front of Wind. “Kid. Conduct me.”

“What?”

“Conduct me.” He held the Goddess Harp to his shoulder, fingers on the strings. “I know that song, but I don’t know what it does. I want to find out.”

Wind’s eyes widened. With a nod, he held his baton up, then began to conduct. Legend watched his movements closely as he played, the tune matching his memory exactly.

It was...almost scary.

♪

It didn’t take more than a second for the melody to click into place; he’d only heard it once, but you don’t exactly forget a meeting with the Oracle of Ages easily. As he played, blue flecks of light shimmered at his fingers and the Wind Waker’s tip, the etherial music filling the air.

The rain froze, water droplets suspended midair all around the heroes, as time itself ground to a stop. A cerulean glow pulled itself through the newly made prisms, filling the air with rays made of sapphires. They wove themselves together in a net, then spun, before shattering to bits at the song’s conclusion.

The fragments rebuilt themselves into a blue archway appeared before them, a dark vortex of midnight blue spinning into nothingness.

The Chain looked at each other in shock.

They recognized this.

Even if it was different.

You learned Nayru's Requiem! The power of the Oracle of Ages fills the Wind Waker; you can now travel through time at will.