#but only finished afterwards

[mochiimadness]

Not a request, dw, but I saw that horror movie thing and Dannie saying "I've seen that guy" and my first thought was "what if the person in the reader position had a missing loved one and this was how they found each other again" and just...warm fuzzies, you know?

Sort of a continuation of Mikey's part in this!

“Hey, I know them!”

You tore your gaze away from your phone screen to stare at the mutant turtle sitting behind you, eyes as wide as saucers. Mikey’s phone laid abandoned beside him as he leaned forward to peek over your shoulder at the news article you��d been reading, legs neatly crossed. You hadn’t even noticed him reading off of your screen, too tunnel visioned to feel his presence get closer. He blinked, eyes large and innocent as he smiled sweetly at you, not at all embarrassed at having been caught red handed.

His smile quickly vanished, however, when he noticed your hardened expression. He frowned, straightening up as he took in your tense form.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, growing concern evident in his eyes.

His question snapped you out of your frozen state, and you lurched towards him; shoving the hand holding your phone closer to his face, twisting awkwardly to do so. He flinched back slightly, eyes darting briefly to your phone screen as his brow ridge furrowed in confusion.

“You know them?” You pried, the electrifying burn of anxiety beginning to surge through your veins. It filled your mind with desperate hope of finding them and stole your breath from your lungs, loudly demanding answers with every passing millisecond.

Mikey was quick to answer, perhaps sensing the urgency behind your question. “Yeah- I met them the other day, they needed some help dealing with some silverfish." He answered, voice tinged with confusion. His hand reached out carefully to meet your own and, with the gentleness of holding a baby quail, pressed down to lower your phone away from his face.

"Where are they?" You pressed, allowing him to move your hand as your eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Mikey did not hesitate to answer you again.

"They're down in the hidden city, we helped them get set up in their own place." He said, before frowning at the crestfallen look you gave him. You finally moved back and away from his personal bubble, clutching your phone in both hands.

You gazed down at your phone screen as you inhaled deeply, feeling an all too familiar sting in your throat. "...They moved?" You questioned aloud after a moment; voice tinged with the realization that the person you had been looking for all this time had just up and moved to the mystical city- without so much as a word from them. They'd been right below you this entire time- Mikey had even helped them move in!

Why didn't they even bother to contact you?

Michelangelo stared at you for a few moments, giving you time to process his words before reaching out to cup your chin, lifting it up gently to meet your gaze.

"I can take you to them if you want." He offered softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, gently brushing his thumb across your skin.

You relaxed into his touch, leaning your cheek further into the palm of his hand and studying his gaze.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

You let out a soft breath, reaching out to cup his cheek- mirroring him- and smiling as he relaxed into your palm as well. He smiled back at you with all the lovely brilliance of sunshine and cloud free skies.

“Thanks Mikey.”

He chirped brightly in response before gathering both of your hands in his own, and practically hopping of the bed- pulling you along with him. “What are we waiting for then, let’s go!” He cheered, rushing out of his room and towards the lairs exit.

You let out a laugh at his sudden enthusiasm, quickly matching his pace with the practiced ease of having done so many times.

The thought occurred to you, as Mikey drew the hidden cities entry rune, that you were finally going to be reunited with them again. All this time spent searching, waiting and wondering about their safety- and all your questions and worries, would finally be answered in just a few moments.

The entry portal to the city glowed brilliantly in the shadows of the alley. Mystic energy swirling through the air to reveal the hidden city before you. Mikey reached over and grasped your hand, looking at you.

"Are you ready?"

You could feel your heartbeat against your chest, memories of them flashing before your very eyes as reality finally set in. With a deep breath in to steady yourself, you met Mikey's gaze and nodded decisively.

The ninja turtle shot you a large grin and tugged you through the mystical threshold. This was it-

You were finally going to see them again.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed this!

I know this wasn't a request, but I couldn't help thinking about this. I do apologize if it was a bit more angst-y instead of wholesome like you had said. I've been going through a difficult time, and I think it may have translated into my writing a bit.

[aucrowne]

Furin Trio Week [Day 1] Flowers

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) The trio makes flower crowns for each other

[starcurtain]

I don't have the time at the moment to write a full essay but someone should definitely remind me to write a post later on the phenomenon that is Ratio's assholery being sanded away by well-meaning fans.

In a quest to fight against the "Ratio is a condescending jerk" stereotype from Ratio haters, pro-Ratio fans have now swung too far the other way, making him into a saint who loves everyone, isn't disdainful of failure, and believes every single person can equally pull themselves up out of mediocrity.

None of those things are actually true based on the game itself, where Ratio is, in fact, a judgmental person who struggles to accept the mundanity of those around him, believes in an educational elite, and can be exceptionally condescending, whether he means it or not.

He's a flawed character. His own flaws are absolutely central to his character, in fact. And yet none of his flaws preclude him from being meaningful, nuanced, and likeable.

It's okay that he's not actually that nice.

In defending a character from one extreme ("he's a bad person"), we don't have to jump all the way to the other side ("he's an angel").

He can be a little bit of a dick and still be a great character, promise.

[salty-an-disco]

It doesn't matter what you become, as long as you survive.

(palette used was prosperity)

Longing&Terror | Rivalry&Submission

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[naffeclipse]

I'm opening comms again real soon, within an hour or two, just a heads-up

[ourfavoritetorturedwriter]

[lloydfrontera]

we don't talk nearly enough about javier willingly confessing to never, ever thinking about a life without lloyd, while knowing damn well everyone in the estate would be able to see his confession. he really put his whole heart out on the sky for everyone to read like that.

he wasn't even asking if he could get lloyd back, he didn't know he was alive yet, he just wanted to know what had happened to him after crossing the gate.

he wanted to know if lloyd was happy in his next life even though javier couldn't protect him in this one so badly he was willing to let everyone know that he'd always thought he would spend the rest of his life at lloyd's side. which for someone as reserved and guarded as javier must've felt a little bit like being flayed alive lmao

[charlyritter]

No, I'm never going to a dance at fucking 6am again but oh my God @ the Englischer Garten in the morning!

[christiangeistdorfer]

an exhausted JACK BRABHAM pushes his way to the end of the 1959 UNITED STATE GRAND PRIX after running out of fuel at the last 400m.

[nine-blessed-hero]

Only Shadows Walk Beside

Universe: TESIV: Oblivion CW: Angst, threatening a minor Words: 600 Context: Written for the TES Summer Fest prompt: Companion. Tagging: @tes-summer-fest, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary Also read on AO3

On the hill above the Priory, Divine Crusader Lorinda Rue sits, hugging her knees, as twilight settles a shroud around her shoulders. Three of her knights gone. Her brothers, her comrades. Her friends. She repeats their names: Sir Areldur, Sir Brellin, Sir Geimund. Lorinda presses a face already puffy and eyes already red-rimmed into her knees. Dead, because she wasn't fast enough. Wasn't strong enough. Wasn't leader enough. They knew the risks, whispers a part of her. Did they? Did they? Brellin was so young-! Areldur, for all his faults, so pious and trusting. And Geimund, so skilled, looking for orders…

Lorinda had tried to say a few words about them. Standing over their freshly turned graves, the remaining knights and the new recruits clustered, expectant. But words had failed her; only a sob made it out. She fled. Mercifully no one had followed. Sir Thedret had been so excited on her return – stumbling, confused from the Undercroft. Had named her Divine Crusader to the other's cheers. Then she had learnt of their losses. Divine fuckup, another part of her whispers. Crusader of folly. Her hands ball into fists. No leader, she. This must not happen again. Never again.

–––

The Black Arrow stumbles from the bloodworks. The Basin of Renewal may have healed her physical hurts, but it does nothing for the hollowness of her 'victory' against the Grey Prince. The Raiment of Valor hangs heavy on her shoulders, Matron Andronicus's victory lap making it feel more like a millstone than a trophy. She wants nothing more than to go down to the lakeshore behind her house and strip it off, diving deep into the precious waters. A squeal sounds, somewhere behind her, to the right. Footsteps converge on her location. She reaches for an arrow, spinning– – to find a boy, yellow haired and dressed in green, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "By Azura, by Azura, by Azura!" he squeals, hands bunched by his chest, and looking fit to burst. "It's the Grand Champion! I can't believe it's you! Standing here! Next to me!" The Black Arrow drives her ammunition back into its quarrel. "What do you want?" The boy has a book and stick of graphite. If he just wants a signature… She thinks she could deal with that. "I saw your fight against the Gray Prince! You're the best! Can I…" He suddenly goes shy. "You want an autograph? Sure." "No! Well, I mean, yes, but…" "Spit it out." "Can I follow you around? I won't get in the way, I promise." Her head spins. "What?" "I could– Carry your weapon. Or shine your boots. Announce you to your enemies. Anything you need!" The boy is a bosmer, like Brellin. So young. Her guts churn. Never again. "Please? I just want to follow–" "No!" He stares at her with wide, shocked eyes. "Piss off!" she yells. He takes a step back, autograph book clutched like a shield. "I don't need some spineless, toadying little shit hanging around me." "Are…" His voice wavers, too much courage for his own good. "Are you sure?" "Fuck off. Go on, toerag, get gone!" He takes another step back. "But– I–" In a blur of movement, one of her arrows, with their special fletching, is nocked on her bowstring. Drawn back. Pointing at him. His trews darken at the crotch. "I said: Leave." He utters a wordless, fearful, anguished cry and flees. The Black Arrow relaxes her bowstring, replaces her arrow. Nausea fills her from head to toe. Crusader of folly. She grips at the deprecating moniker as hard as the bow in her bloodless hands. Never again.

[animangalover-writes]

Time for another dream i had, this time about zutara.

This one is a lot shorter, but essentially I had a dream where kataras whole family(which seemed to have more members then in the show) all live in the fire nation, hiding the fact that they're water tribe(rather, they were water tribe).

Katara is in some sort of relationship with zuko. It's unclear if she's his wife, his girlfriend, or his mistress, but its not hidden. People know about her and her relationship with him.

(Putting the rest under a cut so I don't clog up the feed lol)

If she was his mistress it's kinda held in that way that kings had other women they'd sleep with along with their queen and it was just an accepted, albeit kinda shitty, thing to do.

Anyway, katara is also pregnant, which was kind of an underlying "plot point" and would return home to her family every day to check on them.

It's revealed here that katara is basically the only reason her family is doing pretty well for themselves. Her relationship with zuko means that they have enough to get by. It's also noted that her whole family(katara, sokka, their dad, their grandma, and some made up new family members) all live in one house. So its clear they're still kind of struggling.

It's also revealed, through a conversation with her grandma, that the only otehr reason katara is with zuko, is because it was part of a bigger plan. She and her family are part of a resistance against the fire nation, and when they realized zuko liked katara, wanted her to infiltrate and pretend to be in love with him.

The plan had clearly gone on longer then anticipated, for whatever reason, and katara is conflicted because she actually does have feelings for him now, not fo mention she's pregnant with his child.

There's a "scene" either at the beginning or after this reveal that shows zuko in a meeting with other fire nation officials, including his father and sister, and that either he was against one of their plans but is ignored or his plan gets shut down(I don't remember which). Katara always sits in on these meetings with him, and afterwards, as everyone is getting up to leave, she leans her forehead against his and whispers that everything will be alright. This is why we can tell she truly does care about him, to some degree. But it's also a moment showing potential manipulation, like shes pretending to care. It's supposed to be a little of both, she needs him to trust her but she does still love him.

After all of this, we cut to a scene in a forest/swamp. This part is kind of blurry in my head, but basically, it's a secret meeting. Katara is dressed similarly to the painted lady, her and a few other resistance members, including Sokka, Suki, and Hakoda, are planning an ambush on Zuko and his family, who are supposed to travel down a path nearby. Katara is a key part of this plan, as she's the only waterbender, and she knows this. She nods along to everything regarding the plan and she goes over important points herself as well. But as everyone else continues talking, katara is having doubts. She loves Zuko. She's about to have his child. She cares for him. But she needs to free the world from the fire nations clutches as well. She doesn't want to kill Zuko, but she has to in order to help others. She's hesitating.

They continue with the plan anyway, and through the foliage that katara and the others are hiding in, we see a carriage making its way down the path. Zuko and his family(or at least his father) are in there.

Everyone is getting ready to fight, to jump out and attack. We see a close up shot of Katara, conflicted. She's still not sure if she can go through with this, if she can kill Zuko.

And then I woke up.

[sufficientlylargen]

The US government has known about the existence of extraterrestrials for decades, the problem is that when we made first contact the aliens said "We come in peace" and the human responding said "Thanks, you too" without thinking and so the US built a giant signal jamming facility at area 51 and every other time they've tried to contact us we just pretend not to notice.

[millenari]

da veilguard is actually a 10/10 masterpiece because if you accidentally trigger combat while a banter is ongoing your party members stop talking and resume the banter after combat is finished

[coriander-candlesticks]

Me: I'm not sure if my health can withstand a commute. Should I try to go in tomorrow?

Apollo: no

Me: should I plan to work from home?

Apollo: no

Me: ...

Apollo:

Me: migraine?

Apollo: migraine.

[ell-arts]

Hey. Psst.

Sooo...if all goes well...

And the motivational drive lasts just a little bit longer-

Then ya'll are getting a new PMATGA oneshot fanfic from me.

Either this week or the week after.

Watch this space.