#and for some reason no one really knows the boys are quadruplets

[beanieable]

I have a Jonatello AU I don’t really talk about but it’s been in my head for months and I want to draw/write something for it eventually.

It’s a Hockey Player x Figure Skater AU.

Obviously Casey is the Hockey Player, making Donnie the Figure Skater. It’s a Human AU since that makes more sense.

Basically it starts with a rivalry between Donnie and Casey because Casey has a short lived crush on Donnie’s skate partner, April, and Donnie doesn’t like this cute guy crushing on his best friend. After maybe a week Casey is now crushing on Donnie.

To make it worse, he has one of his teammates and best friend on his back because Casey admitted to liking Donnie to the team. How was he supposed to know Raph and Donnie are brothers?!

Eventually they get together (thanks to April and Raph being done with their bullshit) and they annoy everyone around them at all times.

[blacklegsanjiii]

First of all im so sorry for the long askbut!! New parent idea 💥💥 i present to you: King

Now hear me out, you might be thinking ‘really??? King from wano the bird guy?? Why tf’ but my good sir there are multiple reasons

1. Fire! King is from a race called lurarians (he’s infact the last of his people because theyre world wide known as beautiful because of their white hair, dark skin and beautiful black wings) lurarians are also known to be able to set themselves on fire! So that fits prettyyy well with sanji

So if we take pt 1 with us and expand it...

2. Test subject ✨ we all know Sanji is judge 3rd expiriment and also that vegapunk has made the seraphims of the warlords combined with kings lurarian DNA to make very strong clones. Judge and vegapunk were also in a science group together so they might have some shared notes and materials...

So that brings me to the parent King au...

What if vegapunk and judge kept in touch and decided to keep King in germas dungeon for the foreseeable future because its very well guarded etc etc so he is essentially both vegapunk and judges labrat

And when judge is busy with Sora and Reiju he notices that while reiju hasnt failed his expectations for power, he can always do better so with the quadruplets he also decides to mix kings lurarian DNA in for even stronger child soldiers (so 1234ji have 3 bio parents lmao)

Maybe this alters their appearance also a bit? (Mini baby wings 🥺 that they hide becausd its a weakness maybe 124ji got them amputated later in life while sanji ofcourse kept his hidden)

But anyway canon continues and sanji gets thrown into the dungeon with his mask... Here he meets a huge winged man. First days maybe weeks they dont really talk but sanji is a child and starts talking to king because he's lonely

They startbonding and in the next almost year that sanji is stuck there they really learn to love each other and sanji shows king his baby wings and king just decides 'yup thats my kid' teaches him to groom and how to fold/hide them without being in to much pain

But then vegapunk and judge fight and split up, king was originally vegapunks labrat so he is also taken from sanji.

Canon continues with them both respectively escaping,king tried to find sanji but couldnt bc germa is very stealthy and nobody knows where they are so he joins kaido etc etc

And then they meet again in wano.

Thoughts :0?

I had to double check King's age to make sure this is plausible and yeah, he's 47. He can fully adopt Sanji. I support this fully, fire boys unite! Also imagine Heterochromia!Sanji, one blue eye and one red.

King who is Vegapunks labrat being experimented on for a good while before Reiju and the quads come along, hell, even before Sora coming along. Captured as a teenager and being held captive and tortured for years. Eventually he's locked in the dungeon and left there to rot even after Vegapunk leaves to focus on other things but leaves him in Germa. No one really interacts with the Lunarian except to bring him food and water to keep him alive in case they do decide they want to do something with him again. What it could be he doesn't know what more they could do.

Judge however has gotten married and had a daughter already but notices her flaws and while she's not a full failure, he could do better. So he infuses the Lunarians DNA with those of his coming sons, despite his wife taking that poison she won't be able to do much to get rid of that at least. He can deal with the other failures she causes later but right now he's unworried. Even when the children come, the third one is wrong, he's blond instead of darkhaired, he's easily bruised. Unfortunate really. He had high hopes for that one particularly, for the stealth instead of brute force the others were for.

He sees the wings and knows he still at least has the Lunarian DNA, he might still have some use. Maybe.

He's not and it's clear by the time Sanji is six. Weak and crying and frail compared to his siblings. He has a full range of emotions which even Reiju doesn't have. Disgusted Judge throws him in the dungeon, a metal cover his head and unconcerned if he dies down there, Sanji screaming and crying for him to come back. Apologizing to his father over and over again as if it will change anything. It doesn't. He's trapped alone in the cell but there's someone down here with him. There's a man, tall with white hair and black wings like he has, only a few years older than his mother. He's telling Sanji to quiet down, no one will come get him. Sanji can't stop crying so he apologizes and sits in the back of his cell. King gives his real name to the kid, introduces himself as Alber to the boy, he is a boy after all, small and frail and so utterly broken and too young to be there. He knows what it's like to be a failure after all. It takes all of a day for King to see the small black wings the kid has. His wings are in awful condition: Bald spots, cuts, bruises, broken feathers. King remembers what that was like, the uncomfortable feeling and itching, those wings are from Lunarians though, so this kid has his DNA or there's another Lunarian here possibly. Both are bad options, no one should be forced to live as he has. No one.

They're together for a year and some change and in that time 124ji find out about Sanji and King almost burns the little princes for what they're doing. They have wings as well, atrophied and unworked like his are. He can only stretch his so far in this cramped cell. He hears the crunch of bones in the younger's cell. He throws fire at them once and is doused in water unforgivingly. They're incredibly close, King hasn't told the boy this where his wings come from and Sanji asks if he's where his red eye comes from and King says probably, albeit he's confused about that, he's only seen the blue one.

He teaches Sanji how to preen and hide his wings more comfortably and for protection. King tells him they will be his pride and joy and he will be able to fly with them. Sanji says he hopes so. They've been together for a year and some change when they take King away from Sanji. They tranquilize him and the last thing King hears is Sanji screaming and begging for them not to take him. He wakes up to Vegapunk telling him it's time to continue their work. King stays for a year, working on getting his wings back to functioning, preening and carrying for them. Then he escapes. It's a mess getting out but he needs to get out. Needs to find Sanji, his son. He will find his son.

So he breaks out and goes hunting for Germa but hears the kids saying Sanji better be dead since he's out of the dungeon, which means he escaped. As relieved as that makes him it means he has more searching to do. He looks and looks for years and years. He doesn't find him though and ends up in Wano under Kaido, working his way up to becoming an All Star. He hides who he is and decides he'll wait, maybe Sanji will pass by.

Sanji on the other hand is going through canon mostly normally, I think having King there would partially impact how he views woman but also for as much flirting as he does he doesn't actually sleep with anyone. Zeff found out he has wings while on the rock because he's crying about how fucked they are. Zeff is staring at the black wings attached to this kid and helps him hide them when they're saved, threatens the doctor to keep quiet.

Zeff helps Sanji rehab them before Baratie opens and after it does he lets the boy fly to his heart's content. Patty and Carne will save him if he falls in the water, he can still swim but his wings are not made for water. Is he still amazing at it? 100% but like, he's not a duck or a penguin. He's part Lunarian. He wears coats like the vice admirals and admirals do. Off his shoulders to hide his wings, to keep them safe as he goes about his day. He doesn't really over heat thanks to his Lunarian traits but when he gets cold, it's so fucking cold to him.

When he joins the crew everyone thinks he's kind of prissy with the full suit+extra jacket thing he has but...he's illegal. He's an illegal race and if he gets found out he's fucked. Drum island is when Luffy and Nami find out. Sanji is begging for Kureha and Chopper to not tell anyone which they assure they won't. Kureha does tell him he's lucky he only broke his back and not his wings. Chopper says they're in desperate need of preening and Sanji admits he hasn't done it since he left the Baratie because he didn't want to get caught. He mumbles it all of course but Nami and Luffy are looking at the black monstrous wings as they unfurl and Chopper is amazed at them. They're huge. He has to have a ten/fifteen foot wingspan(if not more but anime logic) and Luffy asks how you preen wings and Chopper shows him despite Sanji insisting he can do it himself. It's too late and Chopper and Luffy are preening a wing and it feels good. Zeff didn't even preen him, not unless Sanji asked and Sanji was too proud to ask normally. Even Nami touches them and is surprised how soft they are.

They leave with Chopper and make it off Drum island and to Alabasta and meet Ace. Sanji is fine in the heat, he's in so many layers though it concerns everyone but he waves them off. He's sworn Nami and Chopper to secrecy but not Luffy because he bought his silence with meat. Sanji is so lucky he didn't inherit more traits from Alber because that cigar marine is tailing them and here and if it wasn't for these covers over his wings h would put to death immediately. Even as they take Alabasta back he doesn't uncover his wings. Not until they leave again and Nami is getting upset with him saying they need preened and that she'll do it while he's on watch. Nico Robin has joined the crew and he doesn't trust her that much and he'd rather not trouble Nami at all but she basically throws him to his knees and starts preening. If Sanji moves to help she threatens to raise his debt which he doesn't understand.

Robin probably knows but no one has else finds out until post TS. He can sill sky walk, he still learned it and to keep his secret. But no one else knows, not until WCI/Wano. Sanji notices his brothers wings are gone and Sanji is the only one left with them. The black wings he cannot cover with his red cape so at least one is always showing as well as his red eye. It has wigged some of his crew out until he showed both eyes at the same time and Robin called him interesting in the way she does some poneglyphs or rituals she reads about.

It made his stomach turn. Just as it is now as he's being called interesting again and Pudding is saying their kids have wings like he does. Big Mom says she thought Lunarians are extinct and Judge says they are. The quadruplets are only infused with the DNA, not actually Lunarian. Sanji wants to vomit.

He'd claim to be an illegal race than to be a Vinsmoke. So during the escape he claims it. He flies and it's awkward so it's a combination of sky walking and flying. Carrying Luffy and Nami to safety. His bounty skyrockets as they head to Wano. It's higher than Zoro's as Nami preens his wings and Luffy coming to help after he's had a nap and some food that Sanji made. He's wanted dead or alive with Vinsmoke as his last name unfortunately and being Lunarian added to his list of crimes.

Everyone seeing his wings in Wano is new and he asks everyone not to touch them. Zoro is confused because the fuck cook? I'm your rival? And Sanji shrugs because he doesn't know what else to do. Then fights keep happening. He uses the raid suit a couple of times, the second time is the worst. He's fighting Alber, he's sure of it. He's so fucking sure but he's drilled through buildings and he's certain Alber is going to kill him for this.

Maybe after the raid Sanji finds a moment alone before Zoro and Luffy wake up. Maybe King the Wild Fire finds him and they talk and catch up. Maybe King preens his son's wings like he always wanted to. Maybe King joins the crew.

Maybe King went to the East Blue, found the Baratie, met Zeff. They would bond over the Eggplant. Sanji's second place in the bounties. When he gets to Egghead he has no sympathy for Vegapunk, he does for Kuma and Bonney but for what he's done to his family? Never. He will never forgive him.

[echantedtoon]

What If: Hantengu Bros Edition

(Just picture what your quadruplets look like as in the pic below. I don't know the artist or anything else I found image on Pinterest.

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Karaku IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.

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Chaos. Noise. Loudness. About as much destruction as you could imagine with four noise makers running around everywhere.

And no. It wasn't them this time.

"Grandpa, tell us again how Papa Sekido got his head stuck in the vase!"

"That story again? You make him retell it ALL THE TIME!!"

You could only sit there and watch amused at the unknown chaos unfolding. But then again that was the regular thing for this family of yours. You barely paid attention to the red eyed boy shooting a scowl to his nearly identical brother. Really the only difference was their attitudes and their eye color matching their colored kimonos. Your eyes only briefly looked up from the kimono you were attempting to sew back together, the tears accidentally left by Urogi's talons from rough housing with the boys again.

"Kido." Said red eyed boy looked at you. "If Kara wants to hear the story again then let him tell it. You don't have to listen if you don't want to."

Said eight year old pouted as his green eyed brother smirked in triumph. "That's not fair! How come Kara always gets to pick what we have to hear!? I want a turn to pick a story!"

You sighed again feeling a familiar fight bubble up but luckily the older man stopped any fight. "S-Stop fighting both of you. I won't t-tell if that's how you're g-g-gonna be about it."

That got both children to quickly shut up despite Kido pouting and crossing his arms. Well at least one problem was solved.

"He has a dam point! Why do you always have to hear about my embarrassment!?" Aaand here we go again as the older version of Kido glared angrily. "Why don't you ask him to explain how Karaku kept breaking things with his dam wind?! Or when Urogi kept crashing into a tree!? Something other than me!"

"Aw. C'mon, Sekido. It's just funnier when you're embarrassed.~"

"NO ONE ASKED YOU, KARAKU!!"

You again groaned and turned to two of the grown children. Sekido was glaring at Karaku from his place sitting as Karaku only smirked in a teasing manner no doubt amused by his daily task of filing up Sekido again. Gee. And you wondered where your kids got their dynamics from?

"Will you four keep it down? Rogi's,still napping and you four are gonna wake him up again."

You were getting really tired of their bickering now. It was getting really annoying and the stirring body slumped against your side gave you more of a reason. A third child identical to the first two slept soundly against your back exhausted from the amount of playtime initiated by Urogi earlier that day. Only difference between him and the first two was the yellow eyes hidden by the closed eyelids. It was a miracle your son hadn't woken up by the yelling from earlier. Either Rogi was a deep sleeper or he was so used by now to his fathers' and brothers' bickering that he could just sleep through it at this point. But you'd rather not have anymore yelling because of the upcoming headache that was threatening to make you rain your wrath upon the bickering adults. 

"You're not having to live through the embarrassment daily-"

"You're giving me a headache, Sekido. So help me I'll wring you out like laundry and hang you up on the coat wrack." The red eyed man quickly shut up as you glared at him.

"A-All of you stop fighting. Y-Y-You're all scaring me with your fighting." Said older demon raised a shaking hand up to rub his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Hantengu." 

Said protest seemed to end any and all arguments between Sekido, Karaku, and their little mini mes as Rogi just continued to snore away noisily at your side blissfully unaware of the daily arguments between your kids and their fathers. Sigh. You definitely had your hands full didn't you? Speaking of which..You were wondering where your other two children and their fathers were? Urogi and Aizetsu had taken Zetsu out for some quiet time away from his other rowdy brothers and they had been gone for a few decent hours. Rui was still out too so you were starting to wonder where he was too. As if the universe answered your questioning thoughts, the sliding door opened making all six of your heads turn to the door except for Rogi who still slept away.

"Heeeyy! Guess Who's Back! Did you miss us?," sang a familiar voice as none other than a harpy walked through the door. He waved one taloned hand at you while he held your fourth and final child in his arms clinging to him. 

Aizetsu walked in right behind Urogi and silently closed the door behind him. Your brow rose not seeing Rui among them. Where was your oldest? "Where's Rui?"

"He and Zoha decided to train some more. They'll be back later," Urogi waved you off with a shrug before spotting the sleeping yellow kimono wearing child leaning against you. "There's my boy!" 

Aizetsu blinked as Zetsu was quickly handed over to him and Urogi excited dove for Rogi- Only to land flat on his face when you quickly scooped up the sleeping boy away from him. Immediately two children and Karaku started cackling at the sight of Urogi dazedly looking up. Rogi being suddenly jostled tiredly blinked his yellow eyes open with a yawn. 

"Urogi, be careful!", you scolded the harpy that looked up at you with a kicked puppy look. "You need to be careful with your talons! You could accidentally hurt him!" You cradled the boy in your arms. Seeing your face, Rogi opted to slot himself against your shoulder shuffling against you before tiredly closing his eyes again. You sighed. "You keep forgetting that."

"I only wanted to hold him," Urogi whined sitting up and pouting. "I would've been careful! I always am!" Your rose your brow at him. "...Ok. I'm careful MOST of the time!"

"Debatable."

"Mama!" A blue eyed boy quickly wriggled around until Aizetsu placed him down. Zetsu immediately ran over and threw his arms around your right side which you welcomed with a smile. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes I did." You smiled wider. "I'm also almost done patching up your kimono. You should have it back soon."

Blue eyes lit up at you in excited. "Really?!"

"Hey, Zetsu! Come sit!" Zetsu turned to where his brother beckoned him to join them. "Grandpa's gonna tell us a story!"

"Is it the one where Papa Sekido gets his head stuck in a vase again?"

"WHY CAN'T ANYONE JUST LET THE PAST LIE!? IT WAS ONE TIME!! JUST. ONE. TIME!!"

You only sighed as you felt another fight coming on.

[lemonssavelives]

Zohakuten Headcanons (Modern)

Zohakuten is 17-18 (Originally) Depending on the story he'll be different ages like (10,12,15)

Zohakuten is the most spoiled in his family since he is the youngest (He'll get so many gifts for Christmas and his birthday)

During middle school Zoha found it very easy to make friends with the girls instead (He had little to no guy friends)

When he got into High School, he met his current group of friends.

During middle school so many girls liked him to the point on Valentines Day his desk would be covered with cards, sweets, and baskets which did make the other guys jealous (He has rizz but doesn't know how to handle it)

He's one of the popular boys because he's handsome and that a lot of the girls know he is the little brother of the handsome Hantengu Quadruplets (He doesn't even know he's popular or the reason why)

He's a total mama's boy

Loves Mario.

He was so excited when the Mario Movie came out that he forced all his brothers into one of his cars and paid for everything with Karaku's credit card

He isn't allowed to use his own money so he usually has one of his brothers or all of their credit cards

Has too many Mario video games

Zoha likes to put stickers on everything including his brothers. (Karaku wasn't so happy to be covered in stickers)

Has some allergies (crab, Crab Rangoon, some seafoods, daisy's, and pollen)

When he was little he was in the hospital a lot either because he had a really bad allergic reaction or he got beaten up. Luckily his mom was there (Their mother happens to be a nurse so she always kept him company along with his brothers and father)

Zoha first fight was in Elementary school at recess because two older boys had the great idea to bully him because he was small.

Zoha did in fact win but he was beaten up pretty badly and his brother made sure those really learnt a lesson the next time they saw him

Zoha ended up in the hospital because he had a broken arm and a bruised face

Mama wasn’t so happy about it and sued the parents and had the two boys in juvie

He is 5 years younger than the quads/clones and 7 years younger than Hantengu and Urami

Grew up with his cousins 24/7

At the age 15 he got his first girlfriend (who is now his current girlfriend)

Still cool with the ladies to the point it brings Karaku to tears that his lil bro has so many girl contacts in his phone

He stays out really late and only comes home to let his brothers know that he is alive before leaving again (Only one the weekends and summer break)

Rest of the time he is home since he doesn't really go out unless it's for food or friends

His group of friends consist of too many girls, Daki, Nakime, Akaza, Kokushibo (Zoha's "sugar daddy". He just gives money to Zoha and he jokes about him being a Sugar Daddy to him), Douma, Kaigaku, Gyutaro (Zoha is like an older brother to him), Rui (Zoha is that one senior/Junior that adopted a freshman), Gyokko

Daki one time forced him to be a cheerleader for an entire year. He wasn't too happy

The only time Zoha will get into a fight is when someone is being highly disrespectful to one of his female friends which does get him suspended

Decides when he wants to go to school

His brothers can't really do a thing about it though it pisses Urami off when he goes to make sure he is awake but finds the quads and Zoha sleeping (The quads tried and failed)

Sometimes he leaves at 1 in the morning because Douma wanted food

He's truly only nice to his family and friends

The only one person who can truly disrespect him or piss him off without getting hurt is his cousin

His hair is curly and long. It goes down to his thighs but if straightened it'll go to his calves

He does cut it to a reasonable length like the length the Quads hair is at or his canon hair cut

Hantengu snd Urami have the same length hair as Zoha so Hantengu usually styles it for him

Daki likes to style his hair but certain styles makes him highly upset with her

Throws money at the problem or his fists

Looks mean but is truly nice

Likes to go to the gym with his brothers or Akaza

They get milkshakes afterwards

Not a big fan on pick me and snobby girls

If he is sick Sekido is the one who tends to stay home with him and gives him medicine and his blanket

Rarely goes to sleepovers because of Sekido packing his bag or that he wants to go home

In elementary school he was 4'10, middle school 5'2, currently he is 5'11, in the near future he'll be the same height as the quads

Many people find it hard to believe that he was born with purple hair. Most of the time it looks black in certain spaces/seasons, but if like you look closely with a flashlight or if he's out in the sun it's a dark purple (A unique feature he shares with the Quads)

Rich boy but keeps in his lane

The car he drove when he was 15 gave it away that he came from a rich family

Most of the time he is on the phone with his brothers, cousin, or Daki (In school)

He gets kicked out of class because of it

A sucker for sweets mainly chocolate

He's either brought lunch from Aizetsu or Urogi or brings his own lucnh

He is coddled a lot by the Quads mainly Sekido (doesn't matter if he big grown he still the baby)

Nonchalant attitude

Rui is sometimes nervous to go with him to different events or in general late at night

Zoha usually takes Rui to small parties or out to eat

Zoha once bought Rui several pet spiders because he got tired of hearing Rui complain about not having one

Tiktok Famous

He is known for having long hair/story times while he does his hair/doing one of his girl friends make up while doing a story time (During the time he was a cheerleader he learnt how to do makeup)

He didn’t go to school until he was 5

He was homeschooled because of his allergies

When he did go to school he was taken out around spring time because of his allergies and how he reacted to them.

When his brothers would do their homework he would sit in one of their laps and watch them or color a picture while they do their homework

The brothers spent half a month trying to convince their parents to let Zoha go to school with them

That's really all I have for now....I like the Senior adopting a freshman thing for Zoha and Rui along with the Hantengu's being rich

[mxtxfanatic]

Because I saw that 7seas released the first volume, I'm very curious of what you thought about the disabled tyrant's pet palm fish? I wasn't sure what your tag for it is, assuming you've posted about it here. If you have any thoughts I'd love to hear them since, as of this moment in time, I'm planning on picking up a copy next time I get the chance.

Of course you pick the novel I was conflicted about promoting LOL

So I read it and mostly liked it, like, a majority of the book is comedic and engaging. The beginning really gives a Cinderella-esque romance along with some mild court drama. Definitely a light read that won’t leave you too anxious or in suspense.

However I feel like ableism is baked into the plot in a way that becomes unbearably inescapable around the last 2-300 pages. It sat with me pretty unpleasantly that that love interest’s disability (mutism) is never accommodated in the entire story, not even by the people who love him in the setting, not even by his transmigrating husband who I know for damn sure knows sign language exists even if he doesn’t know it. They could have found some way to communicate with him that didn’t involve him mouthing words, writing, or having people just learn to read his micro-expressions, of which only one person can do so. I was willing to table these reservations because, despite the story pretending like disability accommodations don’t exist, the people who love this character never make him feel bad or less for it. Then those last few hundred pages hit…

Spoilers for some plot stuff: So the biggest issue for me that tipped the ableism into unbearable emerges with the sideplot of the main couple trying for another kid. MC wants a girl because they already have 4 boys (accidental quadruplets), only to discover that LI has been secretly taking contraceptives to prevent another pregnancy for fear that any pregnancy could result in a mute child, as he thinks his mutism is genetic. The couple end up having a good talk where the LI opens up about his insecurities about having a child like him because he knows how lonely it was growing up with his disability. But instead of turning this into a moment where MC could point out that their hypothetical disabled child wouldn’t be lonely because they would have a whole family who loved them—including a parent with the same disability—that LI should not have been isolated because of his disability, that he was the one who was failed not the failure, and that he (and their hypothetical disabled child) will be supported from now on, the author… has the MC agree and stop trying for a kid… Complete missed opportunity and waste of time in the long run, because not long after this it gets revealed that LI’s mutism isn’t genetic, which is why their 4 sons have no speech issues, and they go on happily to have their daughter. End Spoilers.

If you didn’t read the spoilers, then long story short: a side plot with eventual major implications for the main story arc treats preventing the birth of potentially disabled children as a reasonable thing because “those children will be isolated, otherwise,” while neglecting the idea that people—PARTICULARLY LOVED ONES OF THE DISABLED—can simply accommodate said disability. The story simply pretends as if accommodations for mutism do not exist in material reality or even as a concept.

[foralternateuniverses]

cleaned up the magical girls au info

Sora and Zeff are siblings from a magical kingdom, the kingdom is threatened by darkness (you know who it is) and Sora has to do magical girl work because of course she is the chosen one. The kingdom is attacked and their parents send them to this world to be safe (Zeff protects Sora and Sora does classic magical girl job). Classic magic girl plot of the 80's, 90's and early 2000's. Sora meets Judge and also classic magical girl romance of "loves my alter ego".

Time passes, Sora's identity is revealed, they graduate and get married, Judge opens his own lab (he's a scientist), Zeff continues with the family restaurant they had opened as a cover for their identities; the fight against the dark forces continues. Suddenly: SURPRISE, Judge yada yada, bad and only loved Sora out of scientific curiosity about magic and experimentation and never really loved her, boom Sora's powers lose strength at a critical moment in the fight against the forces of evil (by this point Reiju and the quadruplets are born) and the forces of evil are trying to get to earth, as a final attempt to stop them, Sora uses what strength she has left and becomes a seal that keeps them at bay. Zeff keeps the kids and raises them without mentioning the magical world. Years later, one of Judge's experiments attacks the city and spontaneously activates the girls' magical girl powers. Turns out that Judge managed to make contact with the dark forces and now works for them in exchange for knowledge.

Only girls inherit magical abilities, boys, like Zeff and Reiju use magical/scientific devices to transform themselves.

The magic kingdom is All Blue, Sora's princess title is "Princess of the Sea", and her magical girl title is "Shielding Gold"

Zeff's magical boy title is Blinding White"

Buggy was a good magical girl but because of Shanks she turned into a dark one.

Mihawk was originally a dark magical girl but because of Shanks she became a good one.

Judge is kind of looking for his daughters to take them away from him.

Some more world lore:

The devil fruits do exist, they're rare treasures from the world/dimension Sora belongs to and are used to make magical girls, they were supposed to be sealed away by Sora in the other realm along with the forces of evil, but they start to appear on earth (along with the forces of evil).

Sora, as the princess of the All Blue, didn't actually need the fruits to make magical girls, as she could briefly share her powers with others (tho it is detrimental to her health), however, this is still rather limited, which is part of the reason Shanks had to stop being a magical girl while Buggy, who had eaten a devil fruit, kept her powers.

Devil fruits also have a timer or technical limit, like the villains, in order to transform they need to take a bite of the fruit, until the fruit is completely consumed and is reborn somewhere else, meaning that Sabo can get to use the mera mera no mi without Ace having to die. And like in canon, the fruits can only have an user at a time and cannot be consumed by someone else while they haven't been finished by the current user (literally, nothing bad will happen but the bitten part will regrow) Which also explains Buggy's temporal absence, as she had finished her fruit and needed to look for it.

[dragonrider9905]

It's Officially Christmas

Merry Christmas @toomanybandstocare!!!! I'm your secret santa for @ghostofskywalker's Life Day Exchange for the @cloneficgiftexchange! Ironically, it also works out for the @clonexreaderbingo because Cody was on my card as well as one you requested :D I really hope you like it. It wasn't quite how I wanted it, because I love love love expanding stories so they go one forever but I ran out of time. This is just a bit of fluff and happiness for the Christmas season!!! Hope you're having a good one!

Cody sighed with an exhale, rubbing circles on his forehead, just tracing the scar around his eye he had gotten during his active military duty. Highly decorated, Colonel “Commander” Cody of the Armed Forces was currently struggling to complete his college semester still holding onto his sanity intact. Christmas was close, which meant fun and freedom were just in sight.

And to be honest, he could use some. It had been quite some time since he’d felt either of those things. 

Just the previous year, he’d been discharged early from the military due to family hardships. His adoptive father, Ninety-Nine, had fallen seriously ill which resulted in much limited mobility and flagging health, though he was stubbornly holding on. Ninety-Nine was tough in his own way and not easily knocked down and never let his disabilities limit him. He honestly was one of Cody’s biggest heroes for just that fact alone. No one was more inspiring than Ninety-Nine. 

To top off the struggle, his half-brother, Fives, was killed in action, while his other half-brother, Echo, was seriously wounded. This had dampened (but not destroyed) Ninety-nine’s spirits which slowed his healing. Cody had come back to take care of the family broken by loss.

The family. 

And what a family it was: a mix-matched group of boys and a sickly older man but they belonged together. 

Ninety-nine had taken care of all the Fett boys in some way or another after they’d been abandoned by their father Jango. He’d been the one to find Plo Koon who fostered and eventually adopted Wolffe, Sinker and Boost—but he’d raised under his own roof a rowdy bunch which included himself, Rex, Fives, Echo, and the Quadruplets (Cody didn’t know if technically Se or Fett was more accurate for them) soon nicknamed ‘the bad batch’.

And it was these that Cody called family. Home. It wouldn’t be complete totally again, but they could heal — and he’d do whatever he could, nay, he wouldn’t rest, until they did.

More than anything Cody wanted to take care of Ninety-nine, especially in the beginning. And that he did, but because Cody was an overachiever—he’d signed up for college classes as well. Then he added a job on the side to match; a small part of him regretted it. It was getting to be a lot, but joining the military right out of high school wasn’t easy either, so if he could make it then, he could do this now, he reasoned. 

That was a year ago now, and Ninety-Nine was finally on the mend. 

This year would be special, since everyone—well almost everyone—was going to be home. The first year since they’d all left, that they’d be back. 

They’d be back. Home, and together again.

Like they should be.

Echo was finally released from the hospital, healing from his extensive injuries and adjusting to his prothstetics, and the quadruplets’ tour was finally over. Though none of them were injured, it wasn’t without repercussions either.   

“Hurry up, Cody, or we’ll be late!” a shout broke him from his musings. “And don’t forget the basket!”

The Fetts were on their way to a dance—a Christmas dance—hosted by their longtime family friends the Jetti’s, and there was going to be an auction for charity, sleigh rides, and everything, as they did every year. Ninety-Nine insisted on bringing something to join the auction every year and this was no exception. Even when they couldn’t make it to the dances, Ninety-Nine was giving something.  

Cody wasn’t much of a dancer. He never cared to go to them much. But for some reason he was really looking forward to it this year. Perhaps because it was Christmas, and magic had a way of creeping into people’s ordinary lives, transforming into something beautiful and new. 

And it was this Christmas hope that kindled something warm inside his heart, and excitement. 

— — — — — 

The room was alive with flashes of color and the sound of music, laughing and cheering. The pitter pattering of feet was just as loud as the happiness of those in the room excitedly making known to each other through various conversations and well wishes. Quick steps made their own rhythm and stories which echoed off the dance floor. 

It was at this moment you felt beautiful, standing under the Christmas lights and bathing in the general glee and spirit of the room. Your throat squeezed as if holding in a laugh and a smile pulled at your lips so much your mouth hurt, but in a good way. The Christmas magic worked its way through your veins. The tingling of invincible tinsel tickled your fingertips, an energy flowing through you which was contagious. Smiles you sent to others were easily returned and frowns turned upside down. 

It was at this particular moment, the Fett family walked in. 

The name wouldn’t have meant much to you in normal circumstances. Why would that name stick out among so many others who were there? 

But you had a reason for knowing it, and his name was Cody. 

You saw him leading his train of brothers in through the door, guiding the old man by the arm. He flashed his charming smile to the host and exchanged hands. 

The music started up again and your sister grabbed your hand, dragging you into the ring or people forming a group dance with interchanging partners. You had to focus, otherwise you’d lose your step. 

It was only two seconds, but in those two, the entire Fett family was dispersed throughout the room and you lost all track of where Cody had gone. 

— — — 

Moving lithley, you kept up with the music and the people twirling and leaping around you. The dance went in a circular motion and patterns were interchanged. You clapped and danced and laughed along with everyone else, pushing yourself to go faster and faster as the song was ending.

Twirling and twirling you finished with a bang.

You looked up and saw you were in Cody’s arms, who looked just as shocked as you did to see you there. 

Then he froze there, mouth slightly agape. His eyes danced across your face and his slight panting may have been more than just catching his breath from the dance. He swallowed nervously.

“Um, hello.” He stuttered nervously.

“Hello yourself,” you smiled  back reassuringly, “nice to run into you.”

Cody chuckled a little at that, then a silence fell between the two of you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare! It’s just...you look so beautiful underneath the holiday lights.” 

You chuckled at his embarrassed realization. Cody turned pink and looked like he wanted to cave in on himself, which you had to say was really adorable and made you laugh harder. The thought of the brave warrior being startled into a stuttering school boy because of you.

The sound of your laughter filled the air with a contagious glint of mirth. Soon, Cody found himself laughing too. 

The music started up again and people took their places all around the two of you. 

“Would you, um, care to go again?” he asked, holding out his hand. 

“Gladly!” 

Not just one song but two that soon turned into three. When you were tired, you headed off to the corner to drink hot cocoa and watch the others. You were so caught up in talking to each other that you hadn’t realized that the time ran late into the night. It was near midnight when you sighed and looked at your watch. 

“Well, I’ll see you around.” You finally said a little sadly. Just because Christmas was around the corner didn’t mean all the work was done. You had one more paper to write before you were free. 

“I hope so!” He responded genuinely which just made you laugh again.

“Oh you definitely will. I sit two rows behind you and three seats to your left in class.” 

Cody gawked. 

You couldn’t have?! He’d surely have noticed you?!

“I even asked you for notes once. And, you also asked me for notes once too.”

His mind was racing, trying to think back to those times to verify the claims with his memory. 

You chuckled lightly. 

“I don’t expect you to remember though. You were always very preoccupied, with good reason. Your cousin, Waxer, told me the whole story.”

Big mouth Waxer. Could have counted on him to blab the whole story to everyone (though in this case Cody was grateful he did, not that he would admit that.)

“I have to say, I would have done anything for you. You had to just give me a chance.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to be so drastic, darling,” he smirked, “I’m here now, and I’m all yours. After class tomorrow, would you want to go skating?”

"It's a date!"

Now, it was officially Christmas.

[ummick]

A Night In Tokyo With Mick Schumacher and A Mercedes 190E Evo II

Driving around Tokyo is daunting. With no centre or suburbs, its road network is huge, spiralling, occasionally latticed and sometimes subterranean. At times, even Mr Roboto in the satnav gives up and shrugs directions your way. Which has happened. Meaning I'm lost while leading Mick Schumacher (behind the wheel of a stunning Mercedes 190E 2.5-16 Evolution II) through Japan's neon-lined labyrinth. It's a hot, humid evening and Mercedes F1's reserve driver (and son of iconic seven-time Formula One world champion Michael Schumacher) is cutting the perfect shape of a 90s boyband member. Where I'm perspiring like a burst pipe, he palms back his blonde curls and looks effortlessly cool in his loose-fitting, oversized Tommy Hilfiger contractual clobber. Sartorially, it couldn't be more of a perfect fit for the car he's driving. Born out of German touring cars, the Evo II is a deeply lustworthy, boxy and bewinged sports saloon. With a revvy, induction-tastic 232bhp four-cylinder engine mated to a dog leg close-ratio five-speed manual, rear-wheel drive and aero appendages that get petrolheads salivating, it's a proper tip one's hat 'if you know, you know' car. Mercedes only built 502 of them (as per DTM's homologation rules) out of some 1.9 million W201 models that it's based on, so they're properly rare beasts. The fact we've got a quadruplet of Evos following Mick makes the situation we're in a bit more mind-blowing. But that's the plan. We wanted to give Mick an evening to remember, to take him away from the repetition and rigmarole of modern media junkets. We don't want to know where he keeps his ketchup, or when the last time he thought of the Roman Empire was. We want to indulge his love for cars.

"I went looking for an Evo II to buy but decided against it… for now," Mick says in his soft, geographically hard to place international accent. "It's a beautiful car and has huge sentimental value to me, the main reason being that my dad had one as a company car when he was a Mercedes junior. He spent a lot of time doing lots of laps on the Nordschleife with Heinz-Harald Frentzen. I remember within a month they had to change the brake pads and things with the engine. So it's an emotionally important car to me." Growing up in Gland, Switzerland, Mick struggles to pinpoint exactly when he got bitten by the road car bug. "Honestly, I don't really know where I got into them. Driving them around the property as a child was a big factor. The first time I had a steering wheel in my hand from a road car was maybe four or five years old, on my dad's lap. I got to drive very nice cars, very soon and very early. I guess it just grew naturally. Especially when I turned 18; then it really turned into an obsession." Raised on a healthy diet of racing, the Fast and Furious franchise and gaming, Mick picked up a penchant for JDM cars by proxy. "I just love how raw and simple they are," he says. "I enjoy playing around with them, changing stuff, tuning them and making them more fun to drive." Knowing this, we head out of Tokyo towards Chiba to meet Japan's most inconspicuous bad boy: Kazuhiko 'Smokey' Nagata. Tobacco and turbo enthusiast Smokey is one of Japan's legendary tuners. He and his company Top Secret have modified every generation of Nissan GT-R, including an R33 Skyline GT-R that managed 0–186mph in 17 seconds at Yatabe test track and 204mph in Tokyo's famous Aqualine tunnel. Like Smokey, Mick is also a GT-R fanboy, with some tucked away in a shed at home, including his R34 drift car.

"I've really got into drifting. As an F1 driver, drifting, or oversteer, is the opposite of what you want to do, but if you control it and have the feel for it, it can really help you. So I took the step of saying 'I want to try it' after the 2019 Race of Champions skill race. I was quite good, finishing second against rally drivers and everything, so I thought, 'Okay, maybe I should try this a bit more,' so I got my own car and started enjoying sideways. I love the sensation of connecting turns and being in a difficult situation, because obviously the car is upset, to then be able to control it. I think that's what's so intriguing. It's a good feeling." Mick's curiosity and JDM love resonates as he wanders around Smokey's GT-R littered shop. Not being able to speak Japanese, Mick uses international hand signals for car nuts to explain various car parts, gets out his phone to show Smokey his cars before stumbling upon Smokey's VR32 GT-R (an R32 with all the mechanics and interior of the R35 transplanted) and trying to find a way to import it into Switzerland. But we've got no time for this, as we've got the legendary Bayshore Route to hit and a car meet to get to. For someone so young, 24-year-old Mick is at a rather quiescent point in his career. Having had a triumphant run in his youth coming second in karting in the World, European and German Junior Championships, then switching to Formula 4 in 2015 and finishing second overall in both the German and Italian F4 championships, before becoming European Formula 3 Champion in 2018 and FIA Formula 2 Champion in 2020, Mick made it to the big leagues and bagged himself a seat in F1 with Haas. It wasn't easy. In 2022 Mick lost his seat after a difficult second season that saw him struggle to match teammate Kevin Magnussen for form. He recorded a best finish of sixth in Austria, one of two points finishes during the season, but it was not enough to save his seat. For 2023, Mick dropped his Ferrari junior ties and linked up with Mercedes (the last team his father raced for in F1), picking up the role of reserve driver.

"Being a reserve driver gives you tremendous insight, especially at Mercedes," Mick says. "I miss driving, I'm not going to lie, but the main thing I've learned since moving from Haas to Mercedes is how the team operates, the tools they have, how they use them and the communication. They're big learning points. It has opened my eyes in a lot of ways and has made it clear why Mercedes is as successful as it is. The worst part is sitting in the garage and seeing everybody drive out and do what you love to do." Part of Mick's remit is to join Mercedes trackside at all F1 race. That's how we're able to blat around Tokyo for a night before he heads to Suzuka to support the team. But time in Merc's state-of-the-art sim back in Brackley is also key. Mick was praised by Mercedes' technical director James Allison for a 2 am shift he did during the British GP weekend, turning the car's "woeful" one-lap pace on Friday into a competitive car and set-up for Lewis Hamilton and George Russell to compete with during quali and the race on Sunday. With every mile behind the Evo II's wheel, Mick's smile grows to match the width of its monstrous rear wing, especially when he realizes it shoots flame on the overrun after a 7,600 rpm toll booth roll out. We cross over to Yokohama and swirl down a concrete pillared plughole, arriving in an unsuspecting parking lot that doubles up as the epicentre of cool Japanese car culture in Japan: Daikoku PA. Mick, having never been to a car meet before, has his eyes widened. Even though it's a school night, the place is pumping. Mick walks around curiously, showing his girlfriend, Danish model Laila Hasanovic, Veilside-kitted Mazda RX-7s, how riveted wide arch Liberty Walk bodywork hangs from an R35 GT-R for the ultimate kerbside stance, and the extended provenance from the flood of awesome, rare Mercedes (including the original 190E Evo I, an AMG-clad W124 and a custom Cosworth 2.5 boasting Penta wheels and Brabus brakes) that are all parked honourably in their uniform herringbone bays. As Mick gets under the bonnets and kindly signs carbon airboxes for marginally hysterical owners, I wonder if he's handy with the spanners.

"I wish I was," he says, "but I don't have the time. I'm starting to bring more of my cars over to my place so that I eventually will be able to work on them myself and change things that I want to change. Currently, I am very good at taking things apart… maybe less gifted at putting them back together." But since the meteoric rise of social media and documentaries like Netflix's Drive to Survive, racing drivers' personalities have been mainlined into public consciousness. Nowadays, it appears drivers' human interests need to be put on display like the plastic dishes outside Daikoku's service station restaurant windows. Yet here, tonight, Mick seems completely at home and relaxed. "It's risky because I feel like I'm a very private person. I like my privacy. Sometimes when you get people wanting to know more, they get a bit too snoopy. I feel it should be my choice how much I share, and what I share, not people trying to figure that out for me." In this job you get to sniff out the car nuts from the blaggers, and Mick's passion is palpable. It's refreshing to see, and a welcome break from the headlines and hearsay currently surrounding him given he's caught in a gloopy limbo where F1 politics, money and raw talent are all currently fighting each other to work out where he'll race next.

As I type, Mick's currently linked with an LMDh drive with Alpine in next year's World Endurance Championship, a move Mercedes F1's big boss Toto Wolff is fine with, as Mick is "part of the family" and "will always have a home." Mick's tone becomes more forlorn when talking about the future, obviously having had a tough few years and aching to get back into an F1 car. I wonder if it takes its toll, and how he pushes through in times of uncertainty. "Having the right people around you," he says. "You need to try and be mentally in the right space and try and get the best out of the situation so that you can, whenever it's necessary, be in the position that you can jump in and be ready to go." After an evening with Mick, you can't help but wish him the best of luck. If all else fails, he could always lean into drifting and see where that takes him. Sideways Schuey. Has a good ring to it, doesn't it?

[goodlucktai]

I don't know if you're taking prompts, but I would love to see you do a fic where Mikey runs away. I'm reading your Wishes are Fishes story right now and the scene where Mikey announces his plan to run away and I love Raphs reaction to the news. Would love to see what the big brothers do if he actually does run. Love your works, by the way. If I can write half as well as you one day, I'll die happy!

x

Mikey didn’t show up for movie night and he wasn’t answering his phone. 

Raphael is a juggernaut of a human being at all times, but especially where his brothers are concerned—and at some point when none of them were looking, Mikey had slid into the sibling role seamlessly. 

So there’s really nothing Donnie can think of that would come close to stopping him from marching up the front path of the Campbell’s big house and knocking smartly, on just the right side of outright banging, on the imposing door. 

When no one answers right away, he works his jaw and knocks again. Donnie knows what it looks like when Raph is only going to get louder until he gets results. He darts a nervous look at Leo. Leo shakes his head, arms folded tightly. Ready to let this play out. 

Donnie texts Mikey again, feeling silly for the way his fingers are shaking. It’s probably nothing. There’s no reason for him to be freaking out over six read receipts and zero replies. 

Raph is raising his fist to knock again—and from the set of the shoulders, this time he’s definitely going to be rude—when the door is yanked open from the inside. 

Mikey’s foster father says, “What now?”

Leo says, in a tone that probably sounds polite to a stranger, that makes Donnie want to shiver from how cold it is, “Hi, sir. Sorry to bother you. We’re just looking for Mikey.”

“Jesus,” the man says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It never ends.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Raph bites out, and then winces when Leo digs his elbow into his side. 

“We’re his friends,” Donnie volunteers. His eyes move past the man into the foyer, straining for a glimpse of that bright boy who so effortlessly drew the three quadruplets out of their shells. “We had plans.”

“Michael doesn’t care about anybody’s plans but his own,” the unfamiliar man says curtly. “You should find yourself a better friend.”

Despite his temper, Donnie isn’t a violent person. Raph and Leo aren’t, either. Sensei taught them self-control before he taught them anything else. Donnie knows better than to act on anger. 

But he pictures himself punching that man in the throat hard enough to make him choke so clearly that he’s distantly surprised he hasn’t actually done it. Likewise, Leo’s hand darts out to grab Raph by the arm, his grip white-knuckled. Donnie can’t tell if it’s an attempt to keep Raph in check, or himself. Maybe both. 

A sharp voice from further inside the house says, “Tony, enough!” 

The man throws his hands up in sarcastic surrender and moves away from the door. His wife glares at him as he goes by, one arm hugged around her own middle protectively. The sharp look on her face relents slightly when she looks at Donnie and his brothers. 

“I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“Where’s Mikey,” Raph grits out, very much at his personal threshold of shit he’s willing to take. Mrs. Campbell’s expression does something it hurts to look at. 

“He’s gone,” she says quietly. 

Please please please, Donnie thinks through the white-noise filling up his head. Please please please. 

“What does that mean?” Leo asks in a wooden tone. 

“His room was empty this morning,” she says, blinking rapidly. Her arm tightens around her stomach. “It’s my fault. I know I haven’t been what he needs, I know he’s unhappy here. I thought—I thought he would be excited to have a sibling.” 

Of course. Donnie understands as easily as if Mikey were standing right there to explain it to his face. 

Mrs. Campbell was going to have a baby, and Mikey would be an unwanted child again. Of course he would think so. That’s the truth of the world as he knows it. That’s the life that he’s lived, one home after another. How could he be expected to assume that someone would actually choose to keep him? 

“Here,” she says, pulling a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her cardigan. “I sent a picture of it to his caseworker already. I can’t let you have it, just in case—well, just in case. But you can read it.”

Raph all but rips it out of her hand, and holds it out so Leo and Donnie can read with him from each side. 

Their friend’s messy handwriting spills across the page in smeared graphite, a short goodbye and very little else. Donnie’s eyes are drawn to the P.S. at the bottom. 

Tell the guys I’m sorry. 

“That little moron,” Raph breathes out. He shoves the paper back at Mrs. Campbell, knowing himself well enough to know that if he holds onto it for a second longer he’ll tear it to pieces and set it on fire. She takes it quickly, looking pale and upset and worried for them. 

“Don’t be angry at him,” she says. “He’s such a sweetheart. Better than I deserve. Really lives up to his name.”

Through the dull, horrified daze he’s wading through, something about that remark pegs Donatello as strange. The name “Michael” means “who resembles god,” which isn’t the sort of off-hand knowledge he would expect Mrs. Campbell to comment on. 

“What do you mean?” he asks. He barely recognizes his own voice. 

She turns over her shoulder to frown at something short and impatient that Tony says from another room. At Donnie’s question, she says, “Oh, you know. Michelangelo? He can be a lot of trouble, but he really is an angel. Anyway, I need to go. I’m expecting a call from—”

Leo’s hand catches the door as it starts to close. All those years of single-minded focus on martial arts have made him an immovable object to match Raphael’s unstoppable force. That door isn’t moving again until he lets go. 

Beside him, Donnie thinks Raph is holding his breath. Donnie knows he for sure isn’t breathing. 

“What did you call him?” Leonardo asks very carefully. 

Mrs. Campbell looks between the three of them like she’s trying to make sense of a foreign text. 

“Michelangelo,” she says, confused by their confusion. “The name he came home from the hospital with.” A smile touches her face, the barest turn of her mouth. “When I saw his file I thought… whoever named him must have loved him a lot.”

Her husband is coming back and his voice is all loud. Leo’s hand slips away from the door. With a soft goodbye, she closes it, and leaves them standing on her porch. 

“Do you think,” Raph starts, and stops. 

“It’s not possible,” Leo says. His tone says he’s trying to convince himself as much as anyone else.

But that’s stupid. It’s stupid. They know already. They’ve known this whole time. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Donnie doesn’t believe in fate or magic or any kind of higher power, but he believes in that phantom pain he’s carried in his chest his entire life. And it always hurt a little less when Mikey was around.

There may not be a god, but there are invisible strings that tie people together. There are ghosts with guiding hands. Maybe mom was helping all along, pushing them gently towards each other. 

It doesn’t matter. Donnie doesn’t care. 

Even if Mikey was totally unrelated to them and all of it was a huge, incredible coincidence, Donnie would want him back.

But if Mikey is his brother, it’ll be a lot easier to keep him. 

“Call dad,” he says abruptly. Leo and Raph turn to look at him, but Donnie’s eyes are on his phone. He’s opening that one-sided text thread. The fog in his brain is clearing and he’s all lit-up with the kind of single-minded purpose that could outrun the apocalypse. “Let’s get ahead of this.”

Pick up the phone this time, Angie.

He gives it a minute exactly, counting the seconds in his head. They’re still standing on the Campbell’s porch. Leo is making a phone call of his own. Raph is tense, a coiled spring, waiting to burst into movement as soon as he’s given a direction to move in. Then Donnie taps Mikey’s name and the blue call button and puts the phone to his ear. 

After four rings, the call is picked up. 

That dear voice on the other end, all thick and warbly with tears, mumbles, “‘Angie’?” 

It’s impossible that Donnie should be able to smile after the morning he’s had. He might have to rethink his stance on miracles. 

“We have a lot to talk about, Michelangelo,” he says. “Wherever you are, start thinking about heading home. If we have to come get you, Raph’ll be pissed.”

“I’m already pissed,” Raph says loudly, jostling close to the phone. 

“Mikey, Mike, are you okay?” Leo says over them both. 

“Sorry,” Mikey says, and he’s audibly crying now. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t want to go.”

“It’s okay,” Donnie tells him. He’s ready to bend the entire world into the shape he wants it to take with his bare hands if he has to. “You’re not going anywhere.” 

[eightsisterofmatariki]

Shazam!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

!! TW: alcohol, child abuse !!

Phantoms P.O.V

I drawled through paperwork, stopping myself from cursing who ever the heck John Constantine was. Seriously, were they quadruplets with a horrible mother or something, because no one man should get this many complaints. I felt a summon tug at my core and thanked the ancients that I had a reason not to sort through that mans olimpic sized swimming pool of paper.

As I flew to wherever I was summoned I idly thought about Constantine, maybe I should buy his soul? No one in their right mind would fight the ghost king and then some over one guys soul and then maybe I could get him to sit through all this paperwork instead of me.

I heaved myself out of the circle (which was incredibly hard in full regalia) and looked at who had summoned me. It was Constantine (I knew enough to recognise him from the few descriptions I had got). I considered punching him given he had the nerve to summon me, I settled for putting the fear of god into him and let my skin darken until it was black, let stars grace me like freckles, let my eyes glow wide like two moons. I loved being the Ancient of space.

But anyways, it worked. He looked up at me in fear and I felt a twing of sympathy when I saw the faces of the very unprepeared people around him. Maybe I would actually not purposely mess up his deal (that depends on what he was asking for) if they were asking for it too, I was still requesting his soul as payment though. "Uh, your highness, I uhm, never mind. Some really powerful ghost is attacking earth and we would want to make a deal for you to stop them." Constantine stuttered. Huh, an alternate earth, I wondered if this earth had an Amity Park.

"I will help you, and in return I will take your soul John Constantine." I boomed, making my voice clap like thunder, making my words sound ethereal, making each syllable sound like something else.

"You know me- I mean, yes. We accept your deal." Constantine said

"Good." I said. With the deal sealed I opened a portal to the swimming pool full of paperwork about himself and glared at him "Those are all complaints about you, have fun reading." I said, Constantine visibly paled while looking the the overflowing pool and I flew off towards the sounds of mayhem.

As I taunted and souped the ghost something was bugging me. By this point I had been Ghost King for a while and I knew how to recognise powerful magic when I saw it. I also knew how to look through it. I had looked at a being with a lightning bolt down his chest, he radiated power yet one look told otherwise when I saw a small bruised and starved child. Where did he get those powers? What happened to him? Why were they allowing him to fight? I was already preparing to take an unplanned vacation, it was about time to send a screw you up to the observants and I was worried about that kid.

I souped the ghost, checked up on an already groaning Constantine, then went invisible and intangible and flew back to the heros base. I ignored the comments of worry or teasing about Constantine and hovered around the boy, learning his name was Captain Marvel. I followed him home, watched him yell Shazam! and turn into the boy I had previously saw, then rush home.

The first thing I noticed was a cupboard filled with cobwebs and a few microwave meals and a booze, the second thing was a drunk man lumbering towards Captain Marvel and knock a bottle off that table as he did so. Captain Marvel looked weak as the guy hit him and my core and instincts cried out to help the boy, but revealing myself now would only make things worse for him.

I watched as the boy stumbled back to the basement and try to wipe blood out of his eyes, then give up and fall asleep on the cold floor, using an old jumper for comfort.

Billy Batsons P.O.V

I woke up expecting everything to be sore, and actually had to stop myself from freaking out. The wounds weren't bandaged and didn't have any medical help on them but they seemed shallower than before and they were properly cleaned.

I could feel that nothing under my clothes was touched so it wasn't some new power, what the hell "Hi." I spun around and grabbed an old fork which had just been lying where I moved him and the guy sitting opposite me put his hands up. That was the ghost king. I remembered how afraid Constantine had been if him and quickly threw th fork away and bowed because he was a king and that's what you do right?

"I uh- why are you here, your majesty?" I asked

"Stop bowing." the ghost king said with a sigh, so I did. "I didn't mean to scare you, what's your name?" I hesitated

"Billy, Billy Batson," I fought the urge to narrow my eyes

"I saw through the adult disguise in a few seconds." the ghost king admitted "You can call me Phantom or Danny by the way, I don't mind which." Phantom said, Danny sounded too informal for a king

"I promise you I'm fine Phantom." I said, I picked up my backpack

"What school do you go to." Phantom asked,

"I beg." I said, Phantom winced and disappeared

"I'll be here if you need help." he promised

[zartophski]

I know nothing so tell me about your Four Swords Link if you got him and/or Shadow please and thank you

Oh boy do I have some guys for you! >:) the Four Swords Links account for 8/33 of the Links in my au, so here's an info dump of what I have for them so far:

Four Swords:

So, the Four Swords game is going to be one set of FS wielders. These Links were actually quadruplets and so, when one of them pulled the sword, it was just the sword that split into four, because it recognized four heroes already existing. In this au, their nicknames are One, Two, Three, and Four, which sounds kinda strange but I have a Reason for it.

I'm taking these four guys and giving them the upper class background. They're from a noble family, been childhood friends with Zelda but in a semi-diplomatic way, etc etc. But they're all named Link. So they got numbered, I guess, when they were born because blah blah father worried about inheritance claims so Link the First, Link the Second, etc etc so they have known birth order and known placement in the political family hierarchy. Now, this used to go to One's head as the "I'm the first born so I'm the most important" and the whole group squabbled all the time about it because that's just how they were treated growing up. But they had some rough times during their quest and definitely said some things in the heat of the moment that had to be talked over at some point so now they're mostly chill. And they're now very attached to each other, because they went through hell and back and figured out they were all miserable because of the family issues and they're making amends now and looking out for each other.

Four Swords Adventures:

These guys. These are the Colors that might be more familiar to most people. I'm not basing their entire vibes on the Manga, but if I do pull ideas from the Manga it'd be for this quad. They're Green, Blue, Red, Vio, and they did know a Shadow Link, but I'm still on the fence on what Shadow's role will be here.

Their story follows the plot line of the game: rescue the six maidens, find the four stones, save the brainwashed knights, climb the Tower of the Winds and save Zelda. And then they fight Ganon. I'm thinking their backstory would be, again, kind of like the Manga. He was one Link, the son of a knight who was one of Zelda's personal guards. The sword splits him into the four, and doesn't revert him back to one ever. So now his dad is kinda like "damn okay ive got four sons now" and Zelda's like "sick more friends" and the four are generally unbothered. It was a shaky start, but they're generally a lot more in sync than the Numbers are.

And for funsies, here's some more tidbits about the individual fighting styles of the Numbers and the Colors

One: ranged support, big fan of bombs

Two: Uses the bow mostly, also the one with the Gnat Hat, so pretty good with stealth too

Three: Puzzle solver, sword wielder, really good with the boomerang

Four: the best in the group with hand to hand and general melee combat. prefers the sword for sure

Green: Fire rod fire rod fire rod fire-- It's the only magic item they have that he's not terrible at. But recognizes that not every solution is fire, so mostly uses the sword

Red: Mostly sword-based combat, really good eye for details and clues and puzzles

Blue: Magic! Holding on to both the bombos medallion and the quake medallion. Very big and powerful magic, definitely prefers that over the sword

Vio: ranged support with the bow, but he also has a hammer that he is not afraid to use

I still have more to figure out about them, but this is the basic rundown of what I have so far <3

[bigmpregnm]

Father's Day: Original - Part 8

[Story Collection] | [Part 7] [●] [Part 9]

I know it’ll sound repetitive but I’m getting massive and I can’t stop it. Even though I was simply huge when I was 24 weeks along, as the days and weeks pass and I reach the 28 weeks mark, I start growing even faster than before and the kids start moving so much all the time that I can barely have any sleep. I spend most of my days in bed or just sitting on the couch rubbing my belly because I can’t do anything else, I’m just too big and too heavy. I’m already bigger than the day I gave birth to the second quadruplets and I still have 12 more weeks to grow. I guess having octuplets really blows me up but even then I feel I’m getting too big and I blame my wife and Tate for that. Both of them make sure that I have something in my mouth all the time and they simply say: “We want big and healthy kids so please eat it all”. I just obey because I’m extremely hungry all the time but It also feels weird that both of them use the exact same words to convince me to do some things. I guess that’s part of their deal, making sure I’m as big as a whale. Funnily, their plan is working because I’m growing a lot and I can barely keep up with how much my weight increases every day.

Since my wife is in her last month of pregnancy, she’s on paid maternity leave so she’s permanently with me at home and even though I insist she must rest, she spends a lot of time in the kitchen preparing snacks or cooking ridiculous amounts of food for me. Even though I know she’s doing it on purpose, I can’t help it and I always end up asking for more even when my skin feels like it's about to tear because of how full I am. My wife says I need energy to produce milk and also feed the boys inside me but the fact that I’m overeating, leaves me with 8 huge kids blowing me up and a pair of pecs that produce way too much milk even though I’m still breastfeeding 10 kids. The twin girls and the older quadruplets are a year and seven months old while the younger quadruplets are 9 months old so each one of them drinks a lot of milk but the dairy cow produces way more than it’s necessary. Part of me wonders why this is happening and if somehow this is my wife’s fault, because even though I’ve been producing lots of milk from the very beginning, in this third pregnancy my milk production has been out of control. But just like with the growth of my belly, there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Apart from my wife feeding me like I’m a prize winning cow or something (let’s not mention I look as big as one), Ed starts coming every weekend and he seems to be pretty interested in my pregnancy but in a very odd way. Even though I enjoy his attention and it’s nice to have him by my side whenever the babies kick or when any of the older kids need something, he makes me feel like a lab rat. You see, he arrives on Friday nights and he spends the evening helping me feed his little siblings and helping his mom with dinner. Since my wife is also really pregnant, Ed does most of the cooking on weekends and for some reason those days my portions are even bigger than the rest of the week. I always end up groaning and grunting with a belly so full that I fear my skin will give up. My complaints about how full I feel usually lead us to talk about how much I’m growing and how that makes me feel. Also, as soon as I wake up on Saturdays, he gets me on a scale and documents my weight. He always smiles when he sees how much I have gained over the week and always encourages me to eat even more so his little siblings get even bigger. I feel like I’m just a baby incubator for my wife, a dairy farm for the babies and an experiment for Ed.

Things change a bit the day I get to 29 weeks along on March 26th, because as soon as I wake up, I hear my wife groaning and she tells me her water has broken and the contractions are getting really close. Even though it’s Sunday and I’m supposed to go with Tate to the cabin, I stay in the house while Ed takes my wife to the hospital. You can’t imagine how difficult it’s for me because I want to go with her. I want to hold her hand while our baby boy is born but I’m simply too big to be seen in public. I cry a lot while I’m alone with all the babies and even though I play with them and breastfeed them all, my mind is with my wife and our baby boy. A few hours later when Ed makes a video call and I’m finally able to see our little boy, I cry even more because I already wanna hold him in my arms. My wife looks so beautiful even though she has just given birth. We talk for a while about the baby and we name him Carter. “Welcome to our big family, Carter Oakman”. I say and I move the camera around so the 10 kids I have in bed with me can see their newest little brother.

The next day when my wife comes home from the hospital, I wait for her by the door, with Emily, Emma, Fabien, Finn, Frank and Freddie by my side while the younger quadruplets are taking a nap. As soon as she walks in, the six of them run to hug her and as tired as she is, she kneels down to hug them all. Then, Ed comes in with Carter in his arms and even though I can barely stand up by myself, I take Carter in my arms and make him rest on top of my huge belly. “Welcome home my little boy. I’m so glad to finally have you here”. I say as he moves and yawns. “I think he wants a nap. He was crying on our way here but mom said you’d like to see him awake and maybe help him fall asleep?”. Ed says and pats my pecs. I immediately know what he means so I ask him to help me waddle to the couch. Since I’m so heavy I usually need to hold the walls or something for support and with Carter in my arms that’s kinda difficult so Ed helps me get on the couch. My wife sits next to me and the other kids climb up and get around us to see baby Carter as I get him close to my nipple and he starts suckling on it in hunger. At first it seems like he can hardly handle how much milk is going down his throat but then he gets a pace and continues. “He’s perfect”. I say while he drinks my milk. Then, my wife starts rubbing my belly because the babies are moving. “As perfect as all our kids”. She says and I turn around to kiss her lips.

After that day, even though I still feel like a dairy cow or as an experiment, I actually realize that’s all just part of the fun in my weird situation. The fact that every person in my family sees me as “something” in their lives makes me feel important and for a man who spent so many months alone or fighting with his mom because of his mistakes, being important is an amazing feeling. Since my wife is recovering from the birth, I have to take care of all the kids almost on my own even though she’s the one who cooks. I just want her to rest so even when Carter starts crying, it’s me who runs… or waddles… to get him and breastfeed him. That’s also a way to prepare for what’s about to come because my wife has to go back to work a month after Carter’s birth so I’ll be in charge of him entirely. I never thought I would have to take care of so many babies but when I had the quadruplets I managed, then with the second quadruplets and the twins I managed, now with Carter too and I’m sure I’ll manage with the 8 kids that are coming. I want to wean the twins and the first quadruplets before the octuplets are born but my wife insists I shouldn’t because I still produce way too much milk and that I’ll be pumping it all anyway. “We better give it all to our kids”. She says and even though I don’t agree that much, I think she’s right.

The first week with Carter passes and since we’re pretty busy with him and all the kids, I don’t see Tate that week. My wife insists I should go with him to the cabin on Sunday like always but on Saturday night my mom calls and tells us she’s coming the next day to meet Carter. It’s the first time in ages she’ll skip Bingo day and for the first time in ages I wish she’d put Bingo day over me. That’s a major stressor for me because she doesn’t know I’m pregnant again and I was hoping for her to come visit after I have given birth. I’m 30 weeks along and I weigh 373 pounds, according to Ed’s notes, and I look simply gigantic so imagine my moms reactions when she walks in the house and finds me on the couch with a belly bigger than when I was overdue with the second quadruplets, while breastfeeding Andrew and Aiden and with a line of kids waiting for their turn. She freezes as soon as she sees me and I don’t know what to say.

“What… What happened?” She says and looks at my wife. “Mom… let me explain… this… we… well… I’m having octuplets and…” I try to explain but she turns pale. “Octuplets? And… how? Who? Who did this?” She asks, looking a bit angry. “Please calm down. We have talked about this and we’re all fine. We would like you to be happy too. As happy as we all are”. My wife says looking calm and my mom has no other option than calm down and act like nothing is happening. She spends some great moments with Darcy, with Ed, with all the kids and even with me but I know she’s not as happy as she looks. I still remember her reaction when I told her I was pregnant for the second time and I don’t eat his calmness considering I’m pregnant again and even bigger than ever before. I try to be with my wife all the time but when my mom finds the opportunity to talk to me alone, she expresses her concern and asks me if I’m addicted to being pregnant. I explain to her that it was an accident, again, but her question makes me wonder something else, am I addicted to… Tate? Addicted to being bred?

My mom’s words and odd looks make me realize that even though my whole situation is part of my wife’s plan, I’m enjoying it and the fact that I’m so hugely pregnant is more of a benefit for Tate than for me or my wife. Tate is sweet and he cares about me but he’s always so eager to fuck me for as long as possible that I’m starting to think that I’m just a hole for him to dump his loads. A helpless beached whale whose only purpose is to satisfy his horniness. Don’t get me wrong, he’s always really passionate and I love when he fucks me long and hard but part of me wants more than just… sex. Whenever he comes to pick me up, as soon as he sees me he gets in some kind of frenzy mode that doesn’t stop until he has filled me with several of his big cum loads. After our short break when Carter was born, I see him again the Sunday when I get to 31 weeks along and when he comes to take me to the cabin, as soon as we get in the car, he unbuttons his pants and takes out his thick dick for me to stroke it while he drives. I guess he’s horny because we’ve been away from each other for over two weeks but it makes me feel like I’m just a whore who has to satisfy him. I don’t know if I’m hormonal or I’m finally thinking clear again but while he fucks me over and over again at the cabin, I wonder what will happen after I give birth to the octuplets. Will Tate want to get me pregnant again? Will I let him do it?

The week after that, Tate's schedule at the clinic changes so he can only come to fuck me on Wednesdays nights but our trips to the cabin on Sundays continue. Part of me feels relieved because I’m always tired and Tate usually leaves me even more tired after he has fucked me but at the same time I still want him to come and fuck me every single day of the week. He’s just so good and my hole even squirms in need when he comes to my house and I hear him walking in my room. He barely says a word while he undresses and jumps in bed to bury his dick in my hole, making me moan out loud. I love it but now I’m not sure if he sees me as something more than a huge baby machine who satisfies his sexual needs. Again, don’t get me wrong, I love it but my hormones are messing up with my mind and I can’t stop thinking that I’m just an object for Tate. Even then, I love how he rubs my massive belly while he thrusts into me. It always makes the babies move so much. I love how he caresses and squeezes my huge milky pecs and ass, it’s amazing. He’s definitely enamored of my body and I can’t deny I love how he touches me. He drives me crazy and I don’t want him to stop.

The days turn into weeks and as I get bigger, my hormones go crazy and my mind gets blurry. My body is going through so many things at once that I feel overwhelmed most of the time. By the time I’m 36 weeks along, I can barely get out of bed because I’m way too big. I weigh 414 pounds and my belly sticks out probably 3 feet in front of me. My belly is so heavy that I can barely drag it when I’m lying on bed and standing up or even sitting up is as hard as moving an elephant. Even then, I have to find ways to get out of bed and do stuff because my wife is back at work fulltime and Ed only comes on weekends. I have to take care of our 11 kids while I have 8 little giants kicking and pushing against the walls of my over-packed womb 24/7. “Uugghhh please stop… why do you move so much?” I groan one evening when I’m alone and my belly feels like it’ll burst. I’m lying on my side in bed and I try to rub as much as I can of my belly to calm the babies down. Andrew, Aiden, Adrian, Alex and Carter are sleeping next to me while Emma and Emily are suckling on my nipples. Fabien, Frank, Freddie and Finn are playing with their toys on the floor and then I hear one of them crying. I know it must be a little fight but I can’t see them pass my massive pecs or gigantic belly. I’m literally a beached whale but I have to take care of them.

“Kids. Come here. Come to dad to see what’s happening”. I say but the crying continues and the kids don’t come up to bed. I sigh and wait a few more seconds but finally decide to stand up to see what’s happening. Emma and Emily aren’t happy that interrupted their nursing so they start sobbing while I struggle to roll my huge body in bed. All the movement wakes the 5 sleeping babies up and soon they start crying too. While I try to find the strength to move my over 400-pound-body, my 11 kids are crying and the 8 in my belly won’t stop moving and kicking. “Shhh calm down… please… your dad is trying his best”. I say softly but all of them keep crying. By the time I’m sitting on the bed’s edge and I can finally see the older quadruplets, their crying won’t let me hear anything else. At least the boys come running to me and I manage to lift them up to get them in bed with me and the other kids. “What is it kids? Why are you all crying so much? You even woke your brothers up”. I say when I have them all in bed and I try to lie on my side again. I keep talking to them but every once in a while I groan in discomfort when one of the babies kicks me really hard and even leaves me breathless.

Even though it takes some time, I lie down again and start pulling them all closer to me. I bring Carter to one of my nipples and as he starts suckling on it, he calms down. I pull and hug the younger quadruplets and as I talk to them, they calm down. When they see this, the older quadruplets and the twins come closer to hug me. I hug them back and they start carefully climbing up my belly to get on top of me. Yeah, I’m big enough for my kids to use me as a mattress but I find it cute. Soon, I’m not only filled with babies but also surrounded and covered with kids and when they all calm down and even start falling asleep, I can only smile. There's only Ed missing in there and even though my life is pretty chaotic, I realize I wouldn’t change this feeling for anything else in the world. I realize I’m not an incubator or a hole to fuck. I’m not an experiment or a dairy factory. I’m just a father who loves all his kids and all his kids love him as well.

The next Saturday, on May 20th, it’s Ed’s 19th birthday and the time I spend with him that day confirms what I’ve been thinking through the week. The fact that Ed keeps asking questions and continues keeping track of my gains, doesn’t make me feel like a lab rat anymore because I finally understand that he just wants to make sure I’m fine. “So, how do you feel? Older? You’re 19 years old now” I ask him while he helps me waddle to the living room where we’re about to have a special dinner to celebrate his birthday. I don’t fit in the dinning’s chairs so we move our celebration to the couch. “I feel… the same. It’s just a number, dad. I mean, look at you… you’re 41 years old and you’re doing amazing with such a huge pregnancy. You’re not old and if you’re not old, then I’m not old either. Like father, like son”. He replies and smiles at me. I really appreciate how willing he is to help me because I can’t walk by myself anymore, I’m too heavy for that. But what I appreciate the most is that he doesn’t judge me because I have cheated on his mom, or because I’m pregnant for the third time or because a man fucks me twice a week; he just loves me as his father and that’s what really matters to me. As long as my son loves me, I’m willing to be his lab rat or his experiment or a subject for his investigation. That’s what a father does for his kids, being there for them.

[blacklegsanjiii]

In the D!Sora au, would be funny and interesting if like, it's mentioned Sanji starts to fully work at Baratie at 14, but what if he started to work some time at Baratie when he's 11, almost 12?

So like, at first Sanji finds this kinda... Weird? Bc he never had really been away from his siblings and mother at own choice. So, Zeff, seeing this, chose to call his lover (Garp) and propose to him that he bring his grandsons so little eggplant have friends while in the restaurant. Garp knows about the story, about the fact that Skylar D. Sora saved his lover, and the boy is her son, but since it's thanks to her Zeff is alive now and he already said her family is welcomed in Baratie, he chose to just... pretend she's not around, when she is in the East Blue.

So well, Garp bring ASL and they love Sanji, love love if you understand me. And for Sanji, having friends that aren't his siblings is... Good? Okay. And they just go like this. With ASL absolutely head over hells for him and fighting for his atention. Reiju finds this funny and amusing everytime she read her little bro letters, Sora is in between amused and protective, 124ji are... protective, of course.

Sanji telled he has siblings, of course he would! He loves them! And this fact comes at all to his boyfriends and Zeff's lover one day, when Makino comes too bc Luffy want her to meet Sanji and she says about the "San" in his name meaning "three", wich he says "Yeah, well, I'm the third of quadruplets, makes sense my name means three. Even if I am, at all, forth of five between my siblings".

Until one time, by mere coincidence, Garp and ASL arrive the exact day Sora is there, with 0124ji. Sora already knows about Garp and Zeff relationship, and the fact the marine will not attack her bc of the fact she saved Zeff, but she still has her guard up.

This day, ASL meet his boyfriend siblings, and during this, Sora and Garp talk. Because he wants to know why the fuck a noble woman left her status and turned into a pirate. And she feels like telling him isn't bad, so she tells to Garp (and Zeff, who goes to talk with them) about her shitty husband, and how much of a monster he was, what she did to save her kids. Both mens definitely agree it was the best choice (even Garp, bc he knows that the fact Judge was a noble would made him don't suffer anything).

And ASL, meeting Sanji's mom, who is a pirate captain?! They would ask so much questions. Sora would reply their questions, amused about them, she also would give them a shovel talk bc they may be good, but they're her son boyfriends.

When Marineford happens, with Ace, Luffy and Sabo alone with her, Sabo asks Sora about Sanji's father and why she seems to hate him, alongside the fact she killed him. And she tells the same story she telled her kids, about how Judge was.

ASL definitely start to respect her even more after this, bc what she did was an act of pure love for her childs and seeking for freedom, for her and her kids.

I love the idea but the reason I put Sanji at 14/15 was because after everything that happened I don't think Sora or his siblings would let him out of their sight. Not even mentioning the crew. Let's say they do let him, I gotta imagine there's more than just letters: phonecalls, frequent visits-including surprise visits and the Shirohige showing up occasionally. It's a whole process. Zeff isn't exactly thrilled about that but sure, whatever.

But after spending some more time with the eggplant and his family he begins to understand that Sanji being on the cruise liner, obviously, was not something planned, but the horror on his mother's face when she saw the state he was in, and the disbelief, will be forever implanted in his brain. It's not something he ever wants to happen again. Zeff is of course pleased he knows code but the kid needs more interaction with other kids that aren't his family. So he calls his boyfriend. Garp.

Who brings his grandkids. It's a whole thing but it's going to be good for the eggplant. Except his instincts are on point and pulls a gun off a waiter and immediately points it at Garp before even getting to the table. Zeff told him Garp was coming with his grandsons but didn't mention it was Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp and Sanji has been raised a pirate, Marines are the enemy. ASL are asking what's going on as Garp laughs and tells the boy it's alright, he won't bite, after all he owes Sanji's mother his thanks. Sanji narrows his eyes as he gives the gun back to the waiter and goes to the table.

So they sit at the table and before introductions can be made Luffy is asking him why he was pointing a gun at his grandpa and Sanji is like 'IM A PIRATE' which sets them all off to start asking questions. Sanji is answering questions to his abilities. He doesn't give his last name or anything but Luffy asks him about why he can be a pirate but they can't? Shanks said kids can't be pirates! Sanji is frowning at them because he was literally born into piracy and says so. Over time ASL become closer with Sanji and Garp agrees to bring Makino because Luffy wants her to meet Sanji and when she asks about his name he explains it to her with a shrug. They've also managed to avoid Sora and her crew so far on their visits. Of course it's only a matter of time, it's been like a year and ASL have all gone head over heels for the guy and well.

All good things must come to an end as the telltale yelling of another pack of Ds sound on the docks of Baratie. Sanji is smiling widely and running to meet the steps. Zeff is groaning as he yells at the kitchen to fire more food. ASL follow but stop short as their (boy)friend is tackled and under a group of kids who all look like him and a woman smiling above them and kicking tapping them with her foot and telling them to move.

"YOURE CAPTAIN SKYLAR D. SORA!" Ace yells pointing at her.

"Aye, and what might your name be?" She smiles at him.

"Ace." Ace stares at her wide eyed and looking back at Garp who is groaning.

"Sanji, are these the boys that li~ke you?" The girl teases making ASL blush. The three other boys look at them with narrowed eyes and Sora tells them to move again and taps them so they move. Mostly by rolling and dragging Sanji with much to his displeasure. Sora has to see Garp and narrow her eyes who narrows his back.

She sits at the table and she props her feet up and grins at Zeff that his lover boy is a vice admiral and has been for longer than she's been alive and Garp asks her how a queen can become a pirate and Sora laughs. It's short and sharp and she asks Garp if he's ever had to drink poison to ensure his kid would be human. Because she had to do it for both her pregnancies. So she left with Reiju and started a pirate crew, fuck the nobles, the government, no one was willing to come save her so she took matters into her own hands. Then he kidnapped Sanji and when she couldn't find him in Germa she sank the whole Kingdom because her child wasn't there. The Cloud Pirates are her family and their ship her home. Eventually all the kids come join. So they move to lighter fare about piracy and answering the questions of ASL.

Then after Marineford, when the brothers are together Sabo asks why she sank Germa and left. Sora tells them matter of factly, just as she did her children and crew. About the poison, about the experiments, taking Sanji and losing him. The fact Sanji was tortured as a child thanks to Judge. Simply put his dues needed to be collected and she was sending him to collections. Sora tells them everything plainly, whatever Sanji hasn't shared remains stays secret.

ASL respected the hell out of her before but now? Now they are forever in her debt.

[anicyz]

Chapter four of the speed run Wild au is up! As usual a short excerpt can be found below the cut.

When Twilight reached Wild the younger was already happily patting the nose of a gentle looking pinto. To his left were two identically disgruntled looking children dressed in red vests, strange squashed hats. To his right was Sky, ineffectively trying to get Wild to let go of the horse.

“Hey! You can’t just walk over here and touch any horse you want!” This kid was loud.

“Yeah, that one bites!” Twilight winced at the screeching pitch, that one was definitely louder.

Wild looked down at them as he scrubbed the cheeks of his new friend. “Does she?”

The child he’d addressed scuffed a shoe in the dirt, “Well… not really, but still!”

Twilight laughed and tugged Wild away from the horse a smidge. No reason to jeopardize their chances to pet the horses any further. “Hello, sorry about my friend here, we all just really like horses and he hasn’t been around that many.”

Not a lie, Wild had met Epona briefly and commented on how she looked similar to another horse he’d ridden but did not speak on other horses after that. Add on that he thought Wolfie was some weird hybrid shaggy horse for about a week and it was clear to Twilight just how much experience Wild had with horses.

The twins(?) nodded understandingly and proceeded to give their small group a very obvious once over. Twilight had forgotten how adorable kids were, they hadn’t seen very many during their quest as a group.

“Are you guys twins too?”

“Or a set of quadruplets and a set of twins?”

“Or two sets of triplets?”

“Or-”

Legend interrupted the steady stream of questions, “No, we are not twins.”

“You’ve gotta be!”

“Why do you all look the same then?”

“We don’t all look the same!” Wind sounded horrified “I’m way cooler than these guys! And younger too.”

Twilight thought he might be mildly offended by that.

Legend was a little more than mildly offended by that, “Are you calling us old pipsqueak?” His sharp smile did not read friendly.

Wind puffed out his chest, “I call it like I see it.”

Twilight held Sky back from disrupting the ensuing wrestling match. Wind was only getting what he deserved.

When Legend managed to get a knee in the small of Wind’s back, pinning him to the ground with a shout of triumph, the twins piped up again, “You fight like brothers though.”

Twilight considered that. At the start of this time warp quest he’d seen them solely as fellow adventurers. Just people who’d gone through similar stuff and were there to deal with the next threat. But, as they’d gotten to know each other it had definitely begun to feel more like he’d found a family.

One that he could really call his.

Sure he missed Ordon and loved those who had taken him in but he was still the hylian in the midst of humans. A wolf in the goat pasture.

The others were just as dangerous as he was. He knew that many of them felt just as out of place as he did in their own Hyrules. They were at the very least brothers in arms. At the most…

“You could call us that.”

Sky nudged Twilight in the ribs for his lackluster response, sue him he hadn’t processed this revelation yet, but added, “We’re all some form of related but definitely not twins.”

Time to change the subject. “Could we pet your horses?”

The fight on the ground paused as expectant eyes latched onto the kids.

“Well since you asked so nicely,”

“I guess we could oblige you.”

They spent an excellent while petting the horses, Wild dodging sneaky pinches from the kids in retaliation for not asking the first time, until Time, Warriors, and Hyrule joined them.

Time gestured for the heroes to gather around, “I talked to the stable master. We have beds for the night but it’s going to be a tight fit. You boys will have to share.”

Wind flopped backwards from his perch on the fence where he’d been petting the horses onto Twilight who barely swayed under his additional weight, “Don’t worry old man, it’s not like we haven't huddled for warmth before!”

Time smiled at the pirate laying across Twilight’s shoulders, “I’m not concerned in the least,” He gave the twins, who were staring in awe at the well armored man that had just appeared in their midst, a gentle nod and reached over Legend to pet the forehead of the cream colored horse.

Legend shifted to the side to let Time have more room as well as give Twilight space to drop Wind and glanced around. No sign of Wild.

That wasn’t good.

[cyndalyssa]

DWD OC Month: Day 8

OC’s Family

These are on my list of things I should definitely color at some point in the future.

Goldenrod’s family is irrelevant, and all you really need to know about Strings and Shadow is that they’re orphans, they never knew their father and their mother passed away a couple years prior to their arrival in St. Canard. 

As for the others...

Ron is married with three kids. He met his wife, Wendy, when his college dorm had an infestation and had to be fumigated; she was part of her family’s pest control business. Once Ron saw her, he was smitten, and she thought he was cute too, so they kept in touch and one thing led to another and then they got married. 

Matthew’s an athletic kid who’s generally goodhearted and responsible, even if he can be a bit of a control freak. Timmy is a mischievous little stinker always causing trouble but will be the first to defend friends and family from bullies. Cindy is a little sweetheart that often has people wrapped around her finger to the point that they will have a tea party with her. 

And what do they think of Uncle Megavolt? Well, first off it’d be a while between Ron finding out Megavolt is his brother and Megs meeting the rest of the family. 

Wendy absolutely makes sure that he fears her, Matthew would try to be friendly, Timmy would hose him down just to see him short out, and Cindy will somehow convince him to play tea party with her in a dress... and then somehow drag the other Fearsomes into it.

Rosella was raised by a single father, being the youngest in a set of quadruplets. She doesn’t know who her mother is, her father almost never talked about her. Growing up, her sisters always ganged up on her, leaving her a little bitter towards them. 

Mattias Macawber is a grumpy and kind of quiet sorcerer, who has been doing his best raising these girls and keeping the peace between them, and wants what’s best for them. He often worries about Rosella’s non-monster-like interests and it has them butting heads sometimes. He’s also kind of paranoid about the Fae, to the point where he decorated the outside of his home to specifically keep them away (though he has to keep in mind the girls’ allergy to iron and enchant those items to move accordingly). Neighbors speculate that the reason for this is that the girls’ unknown mother might have been killed by a fairy. 

Undine (fish duck) is the oldest of the quadruplets, and her element is Water. She’s an uppity bully with a sharp tongue, manipulative and seductive nature, a temper like the raging sea, and a knack for water-based violence. She was the ringleader in picking on Rosie and some others, both at home and school. Outside of that, she enjoys swimming and singing. 

Ashmay (dragon duck) is second, and her element is Fire. She’s a deadpan, snarky lady that has the attitude of being done with everything. She’s surprisingly calm for a fire wielder, and is more interested in lizards and volcanos than neighborhood drama. Chances are she only follows Undine’s lead to avoid said sister’s wrath, which is less friendly to fire than to earth. 

 Zephra (moth duck) is the third, and her element is Air. She is not the brightest bulb, but boy is she one of the most playfully brutal fighters you’ve ever met. She’s basically a flying brick that can also fling tornadoes at you. Luckily, you just have to distract her with a light--it’s in her moth instincts to follow it. 

Engracia is the single mother of twins Juan and Rosa. Juan’s an energetic little boy that likes to climb all over things and show off his strength, while Rosa’s a sweet and quiet girl that prefers reading and art. 

While Engracia’s terrifying on the job, off the job she’s a doting and playful mother--but she still has an edge to her and will not tolerate mischief from her kids, and definitely will destroy anyone who tries to hurt them. 

She’s got a few siblings, but the one she’s closest to is her brother Enrique, who’s only about a year older than her. They rib each other like siblings do, but Enrique is always there to have her back and give advice when she needs it. Likewise, she keeps him and his family safe from any threats and likes to help out at his restaurant when she can. 

[akira-akahoshi]

Starscream suddenly got pregnant and later give birth to three seekerlets and one grounder

Okay so I have mixed feelings with Starscream, like he’s a cool character and has an interesting view on things compared to other, but on the other hand he’s an absolute shit head. So I like to go with redeemed! Starscrean because I love to see the potential.

So Starscream seen this coming. Being sparked, he knew this was gonna happen at some point he just didn’t know when. What even more surprising? It’s quadruplets! How the fuck?! He may or may not end up killing the sire, how do you spark a boy with FOUR sparklings?!?

The pregnancy took it’s time but Starscream was able to do most of his duties with nearly no failure... save for that one time getting the loving day lights scared out of him by Rodimus and started crying because he dropped his data pads... or the time he nearly chewed out Jazz for taking his energon bar (it’s like the cybertronian equivalent of chocolate)... AND there was that time with the Dinobot... but that was just his coding and processors going temporarily haywire while he’s carrying!

By the time he reaches half way, things get a bit harder. Since there’s four (4) sparklings inside, growing, he’s having a hard time standing straight, sitting or even doing the most basic tasks but for some reason he can’t do! (Since I don’t know many ships I wanna vaguely involve a Sire/Father but I don’t know who) his ‘partner’ is trying their best but they don’t want to be chased by another missile again.

Starscream has his regular checkup, he’s told that he going to have 3 seekers and a grounder, 3 mechs and a femme. He’s excited, honestly everyone is, though he’s not sure how he has a grounder sparkling but it doesn’t matter, he’ll be a fine young mech just like his brothers and sister.

Let it be known that Starscream knew it’d be difficult ‘birthing’ the sparklings but PRIMUS not like this! He has a feeling that his body is never gonna to be the same after that. It was a long process but now they’re finally here, all 4 squishy little mechs and femme; each having a colour palette similar to his own and his partners, maybe going off a few shades or so.

For now he has his precious little ones in his arms, curiously looking around the room to think bots in the room giving congratulations to the new parents, the young ones don’t really care, more interested in cuddling up to the chest plates of their carrier and each other.

So like I mentioned before, I don’t know many ships here so I’m open to whoever you want to be the sire but hit me up, so I can include more ships to this! I feel like I’m basically world building with these asks!