#forever safe from ninja attacks

[gregorydickens]

Me and my lazy eye.

[lazycats-stuff]

Please make Bruce x male reader who's Ra's al Ghul's Brother? The reader isn't that involved with the league, like Ra's the big brother and shielded him, so he doesn't know that Bruce is batman and bruce also doesn'tknow thta reader's the brother of Ra'd, but at some point in their relationship the reader introduces him and the two only stay civil for the reader.

This is a recipe for disaster... But in every great way possible.

Summary: Bruce and Ra's are connected through (Y/N).

Warnings: Ra's being a good brother, minor cursing, Bruce and Ra's become frenemies lol

Ra's is a well known assassin in those circles. He is a formidable opponent for anyone who goes up against him. But there is one thing that he refuses to let his enemies know. Something he would rather die than reveal. His younger brother (Y/N).

When Ra's started the League, he kept his brother away from it. (Y/N) didn't decide to question what his brother was doing, but he knew what was going on to a certain extent. He was living with Ra's and has dipped himself in the Lazarus pit to stay young.

And (Y/N) was aware that it's not normal to have an army of trained ninjas walking around the premises, but he did not question it. Or the fact that he had to dip himself in the pit every few years to keep his youth.

But there was one thing he was certain of. His older brother would protect him with everything. Thus, Ra's and (Y/N) were very close, despite the fact that (Y/N) didn't know what Ra's was doing. Therefore, (Y/N) didn't know that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

We'll get to that a bit later.

After years of living with Ra's, (Y/N) wanted to see more of the world and move. Ra's nearly got a stroke when (Y/N) said that he wanted to move, but he knew that his brother wouldn't want to stay here forever. He helped (Y/N) move to... Well, (Y/N) has decided to move to Gotham City.

Ra's has warned (Y/N) that Gotham City is a city full of crime, nasty people and just overrun with criminals. (Y/N) has said that he would be fine, since Ra's taught him how to defend himself. Ra's' was still beyond nervous, but refused to show it.

Another problem was Batman. If Bruce found out who (Y/N) was, he could use (Y/N) as a pawn for his attack against Ra's and Ra's fought too hard to keep his brother safe. But he relented, knowing that he couldn't jail his brother forever.

Ra's relented and allowed (Y/N) to move to Gotham. He has decided to help his younger brother get settled in. He bought (Y/N) his place since (Y/N) has found a job in Gotham and normally it would have taken a while to get settled in, especially in a financial situation.

And Ra's is anything but rich so he helped his brother. And may or may not have decided to put a secret bodyguard to keep his brother safe. A guard that will just blend in with Gotham people and just stay off of (Y/N)'s radar.

And Bruce's radar too.

And so Ra's and (Y/N) came to Gotham city, Ra's helping (Y/N) to move his things and make the apartment a little bit more warmer and make a more home feeling.

" Tell me brother, are you sure you don't want to go back home? " Ra's asked as he put a box down in the kitchen.

" I'm sure Ra's. I really thought this out. I thought about it thoroughly." (Y/N) said as he put a box down and plopped down on the couch, tired from the move. He sighed and just plopped down on the couch face first this time.

" I will miss you. We have been through a lot together over the years. " Ra's said as he sat down the couch, smiling at his brother. " I guess I should have known you would want to spread your wings a bit and search the world so to speak. "

" Yeah... And Gotham sounds fun actually. "

Ra's scoffed and chuckled at the same time. " How is it fun? It's ridden with crime and filth. "

" But it's fun when you never know when you'll get mugged or not. " (Y/N) said into the warm black couch.

Ra's laughed and patted his head playfully. " Really? Are you nuts? "

" Nuts? I'm just looking for some new opportunities. " (Y/N) said as he turned on his back, looking back at his brother.

" You are really insane. " Ra's said chuckling, leaning back against the couch.

" Maybe... But I really craved change. " (Y/N) said as he put his head on Ra's lap and sighed. " You are still my older brother and I love you... I just want you to know that. "

Ra's smiled at that. He knew that very well. After all they have been through through the years, they have created an amazing bond and Ra's has swore to protect his little brother for as long as he was alive. And that was something that he has intended to do it for as long as he can.

After all, he is a man of his word.

" How about we order something to eat? And get some wine? You know I live for red wine. " (Y/N) said as he got more comfortable.

" Sure, why not? " Ra's said quietly petting (Y/N)'s hair. It was soft to the touch, the result of the years using the Lazarus pit to keep himself younger and healthier.

" Some Italian food? Or Chinese? Or something else entirely? " (Y/N) asked Ra's, wondering what they could eat.

" Well, before we order, I want to let you know something. A few rules to keep me happy. " Ra's said and (Y/N) sighed quietly, shifting his head in Ra's lap to look at him with more attention, to show him that he was listening intently.

" I'll visit at least once a month, just to make sure you are alive. Secondly, I'll text you every morning and you should respond, just so I can know you are alive. Other than that, I have no problem with you doing anything else. "

" Even dating? " (Y/N) said chuckling and Ra's sighed, shaking his head with an amused smile.

" Yes, even dating. And if something happens, call me. I'll be here as soon as possible. " Ra's said softly and (Y/N) nodded. He always knew that. He knew that Ra's would always protect him.

" I know you would... Thank you brother. " (Y/N) said and Ra's patted his cheek.

" Always my brother, always. "

And that was a little over a year ago. Ra's and (Y/N) were in constant contact and the two brothers were now in (Y/N)'s apartment, sipping some red wine that Ra's has brought during his last visit.

" Anything new my brother? " Ra's asked as he swirled the wine in his wine glass.

" I'm dating. "

Ra's raised his brow and turned to look at his brother instead of wine. " Really? "

" Yes. We have been going out for about 6 months. " (Y/N) answered as he sipped his wine.

" Oh? Is it a he or a she? "

" It's a he. If you can stay a day longer, you can meet him tomorrow. " (Y/N) said and turned on the TV, knowing that the news are going to be on soon.

" I do want to meet the man who stole my brother's heart. " Ra's mumbled, sipping his wine slowly, happy that his brother was dating and he seemed happy.

" I'll tell him to drop by here. " (Y/N) said as he quickly texted Bruce to come by tomorrow at this time.

" Is he treating you well? " Ra's asked, putting his wine glass down on the coffee table.

" He spoils me rotten. " (Y/N) answered with a soft smile and Ra's nodded. Good, as he should.

" And you treat him well too? " Ra's asked as he tilted his head.

" Of course I do. " (Y/N) said rolling his eyes, amused by his brother's questions.

" Just asking, want to make sure you are happy. " Ra's justified himself.

(Y/N) huffed and crossed his arms, playfully turning away from Ra's who laughed.

" Oh please, I know you don't mind me asking those questions. " Ra's said as turned his brother around to face him.

(Y/N) huffed at that, rolling his eyes.

" Oh I know you don't. "

Tomorrow evening came by quickly and Ra's and (Y/N) were patiently waiting for Bruce to arrive. (Y/N) has cooked an amazing meal and put it on the table just as the doorbell rang. He wiped his hands and quickly moved to open the door. Ra's positioned himself so he could see who would enter from the hallway, while waiting.

(Y/N) opened the door, saying hello to Bruce, who in return hugged him tightly and kissed him softly. In his arms he had a bouquet of roses and a bottle of red wine.

After that, (Y/N) led Bruce to the dining room/living room and both Ra's and Bruce froze. What the fuck?

" Bruce, this is my older brother Ra's. Ra's, this is my boyfriend Bruce." (Y/N) said, introducing the men who already know each other, but not for good reasons.

Bruce handed (Y/N) the roses and the bottle of wine and shook hands with Ra's, who could have killed Bruce on sight. His younger brother, with Batman... Oh hell no.

" I'll put the bottle and the flowers away. " (Y/N) said and quickly left and the two men stared each other down.

" What are you doing with my brother? " Ra's whispered to Bruce, anger seeping into his voice.

" I didn't know he is your brother. " Bruce whispered back quickly, eyes glancing at the hall where (Y/N) went to put the flowers and the wine again. " Doesn't he know who I am? " Bruce added, still whispering.

" No, because I keep him away from the League business. "

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. " Okay, we are staying civil for him. "

" Couldn't agree more. But hurt him, I'll kill you more times than you can count. " Ra's threatened and sat down as he heard his brother coming. Bruce followed suit and (Y/N) came back with a small smile.

Bruce and Ra's glanced at one another. They will be civil for (Y/N) and (Y/N) only.

[sunny-mercya]

And I always think about You

Sasuke Uchiha x Male Reader

Fandom -> Naruto

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»And you Sasuke? Whatcha thinking about?«

The fresh breeze of the morning—a morning so new, so unbelievably unique and raw at the same time, still able to witness—felt cool against his warm skin and refreshing in his lungs, whenever he takes a deep inhale of the rich filled air.

»It smells like tea.« it's so out of the blue, so random—not even remotely close to be an answer to what's been asked by Sakura—what Sasuke had said, that both of his former teammates look at him in questionable confusion—for a moment at least, before both burst out into a small fit of chortling giggling.

Sasuke doesn't glance them, still staring up into the upcoming sunrise—a sunrise so beautiful, so rare with a softness that it feels like a warm touch from an loved one—and these rays of sunshine, gentle grazing his skin.

»It's so warm, just like his touch.« Sasuke continues, because it had been Sakura—when she had taught Naruto and him a way to ground themselves—who said to name things which remind him of familiarity.

The aftermath, more like a realisation—like a wake up from a bad dream or a feeling of something surreal to have experienced—of the war had finally begun to set in.

This war is finally over, huh? Sasuke clench his hand, the one he still has as the other is nonexistent anymore—being ripped off, sacrificed, for the current and future to live in—and yet it feels as if Sasuke was still holding Naruto's hand.

Naruto and Sakura, huh? Sasuke turns his head, looking at his two former teammates, no—Sasuke heaved out a sigh, saying that one single word in such a breathlessly, voiceless, whisper that it shouldn't be heard and yet he was given a confused glance from the other two—their still friends, aren't they?

Even after all what Sasuke has done, both—Sakura and Naruto—hadn't given up on him and their friendship, which Sasuke had believed was nonexistent, but here they are—giggling in laughter and making plans of what to do afterwards, reminiscing in the past and speaking of celebration—as if Sasuke had never left Team 7.

What was it again, what you once told him—more like a silly belief of yours, because you had never been able to relate to something like this and could imagine how it might would feel—that some friendships, even when there's huge rift between them, are meant to last forever.

And now, being here with Sakura and Naruto, Sasuke thinks—you might be right with your assumption of what true friendship could mean.

»Hey, Sasuke? Are you up for some Ramen as well?« asks Sakura, the fact that Sasuke is still banned from the Village doesn't occur to her in the moment.

»Yeah,« Sasuke agrees absentmindedly, »some Ramen from Ichiraku sounds good.«

His thoughts drift back to you, they always do in every moment he isn't with you—are you still safe and sound, unhurt, in the hideout? Sasuke hope so, really does, couldn't stomach the thoughts of having you hurt.

Are you still waiting for him? Probably, after all you told him you would wait, even though the both of you knew it will take more than just a few days for his return.

If Sasuke would even return, because maybe you thought he's dead and now you're weeping in grief and—no, stop it, Sasuke reminds himself, groaning, he shouldn't think like this, not when he has promised as well, to return back to you.

And what if you're actually hurt? After all you aren't a Ninja, neither are you meant for such path of life, you're a civilian—an formerly entertainment dancer you had been—So how would Sasuke even know that you're hurt, when he isn't with you?

»Hey, Sasuke« Sakura begun, saw the upcoming small telltale signs of slow rising panic in Sasuke—as a trained medical ninja, she has gotten an eye for it—and Sakura didn't thought that strong, distant rough, Sasuke would get into a panic attack—but than again, every Ninja has such moments of panic, it shouldn't be surprising or new at all, but seeing it happen by Sasuke was something surprising for Sakura.

»It still smells like tea. The tea which [Name] always likes to make.« and Sasuke doesn't know why he blurts out such a ramblings again—it's solely's Sakura's fault, she and her stupid technique of grounding themselves before a panic attack could flare up.

Sasuke would never admit that he's about to have a panic attack—because he's an Uchiha and they don't crumble down like mental weaklings—no, he's just stressed and worried, worried about you.

But the fresh mornings air does smell like the tea you always like to make, a tea so disgustingly sweet during the first sip—Sasuke, back than when first drank it, thought—grimacing instantly from the sweet taste—he was about to get cavity within a second—till it dissolve into a rich, morning drew like, fruity filled aroma.

Funny was, you never even put any sugar—not even a minimal touch of it—in the tea as itself has such sweetness on its own.

»Whose [Name]?« this time it was Naruto who asked a question, looking at his friend—they're still friends, no matter what everyone else says—who still laid there and gazing so absentmindedly, but with a focus, into the sky.

»[Name] is–« Sasuke stops just as he had begun, voice faltering, dying down into another sigh.

Should Sasuke even tell them that you're his boyfriend? Maybe, maybe not—it's a rather intimate private information and once shared, it might could bring you harm and Sasuke doesn't want that.

»[Name] is my boyfriend.« there! He said it and now Sasuke feels exposed—because he had shared one of his most prized secrets.

Secret as in a sense of discretion then Sasuke cherished his relationship with you so damn much, that he fears, more like a pinch in his chest, telling anyone—besides Karin, Suigetsu and Jugo, they're the only ones who knows, after all you saw them part of your little group of friends and family—would cause a cause of you either getting hurt or taken away from him.

»Can we....can we meet him?« there's hesitation in Sakura's voice, not wanting to overstep Sasuke's boundaries and making him distancing himself again.

»Why?«

Naruto smiles, »Because we want to meet the person, which makes our friend happy.«

Sasuke lets out a laugh, making both Naruto and Sakura awestruck—they never had heard their friend laughing before and now he does it so heart fully, with so much live and happiness radiation off from it, that their breath got caught in their lungs for a moment.

»Sure, why not.« and Sasuke agrees.

[bridgetotheskyyy]

chapter nine.

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Chapter summary: you deal with the aftermath of your Father's actions.

Chapter warnings: blood, violence, trauma

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Chapter 9 as promised!

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Father’s blood would have to be washed from your clothes.

That was the first and only thought as your father’s pulse slowed to nothing against your fingers. Blood. So much blood. Father’s blood. Shared blood. The fabric would have to be wrung and wrung again, scrubbed and squeezed. It still might not come out. These clothes might be stained forever, and there was nothing you could do about it. You would have to dona — no, who would want bloody clothes? You would have to throw them out. They would always remind you of today, they would always —

“(Y/N),” Gaara said. Surely he’d been calling your name for several seconds, but you hadn’t heard him. His fingers ghosted over your arms in an attempt to anchor you in reality, but you only trembled under his touch.

Your head shot up; Gaara was standing right above you. Your gaze returned to Father. His head lay limp in your lap. “I — “You struggled to puzzle words together. One competent sentence would be a triumph. “I don’t …”

“It’s all right.” Gaara’s voice grounded you, along with his touch. Gentle and coaxing, though its gruffness remained. He aided you to your feet, moving slowly as you rested your father’s head on the floor.

“What …” Tears garbled your speech, their hot wet trails training down your eyes. Your chest rose and fell with sporadic, too-quick breaths. “What did I do?”

“You did nothing.” Gaara cajoled you into an embrace. “There was no preventing this … You must not blame yourself.”

You tucked your face in his shoulder, wishing to disappear. You choked out sobs in the crook of his neck.

Footsteps. Someone banged the door, already open, against the door, straining on its hinges.

“Gaara!” a voice. Temari’s. “What’s …”

“… Oh no …” Kankuro’s.

You turned your head to see Temari and Kankuro approaching slowly, registering the surrounding carnage.

“That’s it then,” Kankuro muttered. “It’s really over …”

Temari set her concerned gaze on you. Unable to console yourself, you disappeared again in Gaara’s shoulder.

“The fighting is over,” Gaara said. “Let the ninja of the Oasis village know their leader is dead, and that they have lost. Then we will consider our losses.”

His voice was especially gentle on losses. Your throat constricted, your chest wracked with another horrible sob.

Time passed without your participation. You blinked, and the bodies were gone, as was the blood. Shinobi spoke in quick, formal tones to Gaara. Kankuro limped away and came back. Reality slotted and rearranged itself, again and again and again.

And, somewhere, Temari beside you: “C’mon,” she murmured, arms around you. “Let’s get you cleaned up …”

The smoke cleared.

Literally and metaphorically. Word of Father’s death sent the ninja of your village fleeing Sunagakure while Sand ninja traveled south, deep underground, to alert the villagers who’d been evacuated that the fighting was over and it was now safe to resurface.

Suna had taken quite a beating; fires had scorched sandstone buildings black and ugly, structures destroyed, people wounded — but, thankfully, not too many had been on the streets after all, as you had feared.

The battle was over, but there was a great deal of damage to be accounted for, and you dreaded how long it would take for the Sand to recover — in more ways than one. Kankuro had called in a tip from the beach village you had all visited and they would come assist in the cleanup. Temari had taken it upon herself to lead and organize the groups designated to address the damage.

You were the opposite of fine.

Gaara was absent from your side, and for that, you were actually relieved. He fought to comfort you but you refused him; his village needed him more than you did right now, and anything to negate the effects of Father’s attack was worth the lonely, grief-addled evenings you now endured. It both helped and hindered you to sleep until noon, but the nurses insisted you now needed more rest than ever, especially after your ordeals. You at least had Gaara’s full comfort some nights where he simply held you and let you cry until exhaustion superseded anguish.

And it suddenly occurred to you: you were an orphan now. Mother gone, brother gone, and now Father.

Except Gaara and his siblings. An orphan, but not alone.

After a few days, you understood what you needed: to see Kankuro.

“Well.” Kankuro looked out amongst the devastation from his hospital window. “This will definitely delay the wedding.”

You allowed yourself a laugh, bitter though it was. Once Kankuro had been situated in the hospital for his wounds, he had invited you in, saying he wouldn’t mind a story to pass the time. You had told him everything about the mission, just as you had told Temari and Matsuri, and once you were done, his grimace was so you almost saw fit to call the nurses.

“And how’re you feeling?” he asked.

“I think I should be asking you that.” You smiled sadly; your father’s body was being sent back to the Oasis as the two of you spoke. “Fine … I mean, as fine as I can be.” You fidgeted with your hands, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Now that I know I should be saying,” Kankuro said. “I called you a snake. I’m so sorry, (Y/n).”

You waved him off. “Anyone would’ve done the same. I’m just sad; you believed in me and were so loyal to the idea I wasn’t up to anything.” Another bitter laugh. “I let you down.”

“No, you didn’t,” Kankuro said. “I believed you really cared about Gaara; I was right.”

You nodded.

“And I can’t believe I was right all along about the oasis having rejuvenating powers!” Kankuro said, sounding genuinely impressed with himself. “It was just a theory, but to know it was real …”

You smiled for him. “It was a gamble. I didn’t even know anything about it. Temari told me that’s what she heard from you.”

“I’m never letting her live this one down.”

A wider smile. “I’m just grateful we made it in time … The oasis — whatever my mother was sick with — she couldn’t be saved by its waters …”

Kankuro sobered up. “Unfortunate, truly …” A pause. He adjusted in bed, his movements constricted by the bandages around his chest and stomach. “I’m sorry about your father, too.”

Your chest ached. “Is it all right to be sad? I don’t know. He was … horrible to everyone, especially me.”

“You don’t do yourself any favors policing your own feelings,” Kankuro said with a sigh. “Sometimes, the people who treat us the worst are the ones we hurt for the most.” He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “I would know.”

He means Gaara — the old Gaara. A little weight shifted off your shoulders.

“… But Gaara worked for our forgiveness, so he’s automatically better than your father. Sorry.”

You burst out laughing. It was such a relief, the mirth running through you like alcohol.

“What will you do now?” Kankuro asked. “I understand your father has no surviving kin other than … Will you … leave us?”

“Hahaoya’s taken over the village and is fighting for it as we speak,” You said. “Her forces are actually quite extensive. And I … can’t imagine going back just yet.” I can’t leave. I have to do my part to help here.

“… Will you still marry Gaara?”

“Of course!” You said it without hesitation, but just then another weight came to replace the last. If the village will still have me. How accepting would they be, even if they knew your story?

You would do whatever was best for Gaara and his family, even if it meant untethering yourself from him and walking your way home with bloodied footprints in the sand.

Kankuro nodded and relaxed into his pillow. “Good. I’m glad.”

“Do you think it’s okay?” You said. “With — with the village and …”

“We’ll work it out, if it’s not.”

Once again, you saw Hideo there, sitting inside Kankuro, providing the same comforts, the same kind of warmth.

“I’m just glad I didn’t screw it all up in the end,” he said. “I don’t know how good of a Kazekage I made then.”

“Are you joking? I saw you defending this whole village by yourself,” You said. “You weren’t a good Kazekage, you were a great one.”

Kankuro smiled, and the sincerity of it struck you. He held his arm out to you and you sat at the edge of his bed before falling into his hug, careful not to stress his bandages.

“You’re such a strong kid,” he whispered. “I’m proud you’re my sister.”

Tears pebbled your eyes as you rested a hand on Kankuro’s shoulder, remembering when Hideo had said the same. You laid your head on Kankuro’s shoulder and, finally, allowed yourself to cry for the family you had lost, and for the one you had gained.

“And, once again, Lord Kazekage,” Ebizo began in a bow, “we apologize for our negligence.”

“I never liked that Joseki!” Ikanago cried from her seat. “I know it is not of high character to speak ill of the dead, but —”

“We never expected he would be a part of something like this,” Goza said. “A thousand apologies, my lord.”

You shook your head, hiding a smile behind your knitted fingers. Almost a week later, the Suna council had been shredded considerably since the attack. Both it and Gaara were still dealing with the repercussions of its handicaps. The opposition within the Sand that had supported your father was being dealt with, along with those who had allied with Joseki, which meant more trials, more deliberations.

Fun.

Gaara was giving his council very little attention from his seat beside you. He flipped a folder closed, now fully briefed. “The Sand prioritizes forgiveness and second chances — those sentiments extend to this Council.”

Ikanago and Goza breathed a sigh of relief.

“However —”

They stiffened.

“—if you are truly in such a repenting mood, I would like to be a part of the appointment process. Suna deserves fresh faces on its council, members who can relate to new challenges it encounters,” Gaara finished.

He means adding people who aren’t pushing one-hundred. You snickered into your sleeve.

“Of course!” Goza said. “That would only be fair!”

“Now, to business,” Gaara said. “The Hokage has sent reinforcements to aid us in the rebuilding process, which will be led by my sister, Lady Temari.”

They nodded.

“And there’s been a letter from Lady Hahaoya,” You said. “My father will be buried soon, along with his assistant, Chuuyou. I will be leaving soon to attend the funerals and work out the finer details with Hahaoya.”

Hahaoya was currently the village head after a successful takeover. Gaara was the one to give you the news, while Hahaoya offered you the choice to attend the dual funerals, for the fallen ninja, like Chuuyou, and Father's. You said you did; you wanted the closure of finally putting the family drama — and trauma — behind you. Along with negotiating the more complicated aspects of succession.

“And …” Ikanago’s eyes sparkled with hope. “There will still be a wedding at some point, of course?”

She never stops!

You and Gaara exchanged looks.

“Lady (Y/n) and I have decided to delay it indefinitely,” Gaara said.

“WHAA?”

You smiled to yourself. Never mind the fact that Gaara had privately proposed to you, with only his siblings and Baki present, erasing the politics of your engagement (along with the result of a scheme) and instead making it one of heartfelt desire.

“We’re still going through with it,” You said — mostly to soothe Ikanago. “Don’t be so upset!”

“I broke my hip, girl!” she cried. “Oh, I may be dead before I see the two of you wed!”

“Honestly, Lady Ikanago,” Ebizo chastised. “You really must learn to stay out of young people’ affairs.”

“I second that,” Goza bit. “What are they meant to do? Say their I dos over the pile of dead bodies?”

That was a good point.

“It could be a beautiful ceremony to cleanse all this suffering and instill some hope!”

Also a good point.

“So, if everyone is all right with it, let us move on,” Gaara said over Ikanago’s crying.

After business, you and Gaara retired to the palace, where you coupled in the room you two shared.

You turned to see Gaara had long been staring at you.

“What is it?”

He grew shy. “I was only thinking. This is the second time I have been saved by someone who should have been my enemy.”

You blushed. “I … think you’re right.”

“I know it has to happen,” Gaara began, “but I really wish we didn’t have to postpone things.”

“I know how you feel.” You sat by him. “I’m especially bummed out about it.”

Gaara tilted his head. “Why is that?”

“Because I hate the idea of showing on my wedding day,” You said.

Gaara’s invisible brows wrinkled. Before he understood what you meant, and astonishment opened his face like a flower.

“So …” He trailed, his eyes lowering to your stomach. “It’s true, then?”

You smiled. You had been examined during your time catching up on rest and had known the truth for some time. You had only wanted the perfect time to tell Gaara. Yes, you were an orphan now. Except for Gaara and his siblings, and the little baby growing inside you. An orphan, but not alone. “Hideo would be the perfect name if it’s a boy, don’t you think?” Your eyes popped open. “Unless you had a different name in mind! I’m not saying it has to be —“

Gaara leaned forward and silenced you with a kiss. A protective hand secured itself at your hip before he thought better of it and moved to the center of your stomach. You sighed into Gaara’s kiss, his reassuring touch.

He drew back after a century only to smile at you.

“I assume you like the name?” You said.

Gaara’s finger grazed the apple of your cheek.

“It’s a perfect name.”

The last thing Gaara wanted was for you to travel. Especially now you were confirmed pregnant and vulnerable in ways you probably could never fully understand. But you insisted, and he only agreed with especially tight security around you.

The excursion home was surreal, made even more surreal now you were to attend your father’s burial service. You had no idea what reception you would receive once you arrived.

Once there, you were surprised by the mood; it was very much the village you had grown up in, but despite the atrocities of the last few weeks, spirits seemed to be high. Hahaoya’s influence, I bet.

Father’s burial was performed in a small enclosure not far from the village palace. Hahaoya arrived to pay whatever respects she still retained, but you got the sense she was truly there to support you, her hand tightening on yours as his coffin was sunk into the ground. The service was small, with only the two of you and a few extra council members who still held Father in some esteem. But words were sparse save some niceties, and the small gathering dispersed after burial.

Once it was over, you walked the grounds of the palace garden. Desert plants prospered despite the struggle of the heat. Cacti sprouted from the ground to remind you of Gaara. You thought of the little cactus you had gifted him, the one Gaara had reinstalled on his office desk, and hoped they would always remind you of Gaara.

Many times you had made this aimless traipse with Hideo. Now you were alone. But Hahaoya soon joined you. You followed her around the garden of the palace, now hers.

“I’m sure you are feeling a whirlwind of emotions right now,” Hahaoya said. “I assure you, whatever you are feeling is natural.”

“Not really,” You said. “Or, at least, not yet. I feel sadness, but there’s also a strange calm now that it’s all through.” A bird chirped in a lone tree, miraculously grown in the desert, standing alone. “I am relieved Father will get to rest now.”

“Child, do you realize how strong you have been?” Hahaoya said, a touch breathlessly. “How strong you are?”

You smiled weakly at her. Whatever you felt, it didn’t feel like strength, yet people kept telling you that. “Am I?”

“It goes without question,” Hahaoya said. “I must admit, I was afraid you wouldn’t come, though I would’ve understood had that been the case.”

“I had to be here.” You turned back to your father’s burial place, strangely expecting to see him standing there in its place.

“You didn’t.” Hahaoya said. “If Boutoku had wanted an attentive daughter, he should’ve been an attentive father.”

You let the moment hang. “I wanted to do this last thing for him — and for myself. I’m his last surviving kin. The least I could do is see him off. He was horrible to me, but … He was a good man once. He was my father.”

Hahaoya was the one to let the moment linger. You resumed walking, and she moved in sync with you.

“Speaking of which,” she said, “it was time we spoke about the lineage.” She touched your hand to signal you to stop. “My girl, I’ve gone to the oasis. I’ve taken the dragon’s challenges.”

You blinked. “Then … You’re officially the Oasis’s head?”

“That’s right,” Hahaoya said. “Not without effort, by the way. As I am not Boutoku’s blood, he was not overly happy to see me.”

You were stunned. “I …”

Hahaoya started walking. “I am honored — but I am also old, girl. I do not plan on being the head for very long. I will organize the village and then pass this honor on to another — with tips on how to avoid dragon fire,” She added with a smile. Then she faced you. “Unless …?”

You returned her smile. “My place is in Suna now, with my soon-to-be husband.”

“I thought you would say that,” Hahaoya said. “I am glad I took the proper precautions.”

“Who did you have in mind?”

“Hmm …” Hahaoya’s voice had become playful. “I was thinking of Kota.”

“Kota?” The soft-spoken man who had barreled from the sand and brought you to Hahaoya.

“He’s noble, is he not?” Hahaoya said. “Kind, patient. And he wants the best for his village.”

“I regret to say I don’t know much about him …”

“He’s worked under me for quite some time. I’ve a few more candidates, but I’d be happy to have him as the head, even if I had no connection to him at all. He actually reminds me a bit of your father when he was younger, if only …” Hahaoya trailed. It was a moment before she spoke again. “Of course, the ultimate decision is not up to me — Ryuo will have the last word.”

You considered all of this, the repercussions of your line ending its mystical contract with the dragon. “I suppose I’ll lose his blessing as well. I may never see the oasis again.”

“Like I said,” Hahaoya gave a mischievous smile, “Ryuo will have the last word. Don’t be so pessimistic.”

You shook your head, finding it in you to return the smile. “He won’t be happy; three visitors in such a short time of each other — this is more than he’s been bothered in over a century.”

Hahaoya laughed, as you remembered her laughing, high and sweet, the epitome of mirth. “That is true. We might be what causes him to throw in the towel in his conspiring with humans in general.”

You laughed together. The sun had the nerve to shine as you came to the crook of the garden, soon to reenter the palace.

Hahaoya called your name, soft and sweet; your mother’s voice was commingled with hers. “I said I was afraid you wouldn’t come, that is true, but I was also hoping you would, for a specific reason.” She took your hand in hers. “I’ve a gift for you.”

“A gift?” You echoed.

“Consider it an early wedding present,” Hahaoya said, then shrugged, “or a belated one, depending on your perspective.”

She raised her hand, noticeably marked with new scars. A poof, and she came forward with a box in her palm.

A simple black box, even simpler to open. Your breath caught:

A new necklace, nearly identical to the last save one detail; no scorpion sprawled on the face of this one. Instead, only a minuscule illustration of the oasis at its center.

“I thought, perhaps,” Hahaoya said, “you would favor a new one. Of course, if after all the trouble the last one caused you, feel free to reject it.” A smile. “I’ve been told I’m horrible at giving gifts.”

“No,” You breathed, nestling the box to your chest. “It’s … beautiful, Hahaoya. Thank you.”

“No, sweet girl,” Hahaoya said. “Thank you.”

You had no desire to linger in your old home, and you prepared to leave with no understanding of when you would again return. Most likely many years from now. When the grief became bearable, manageable, when you had regained your footing … When Hideo was old enough to understand the politics that would forever circumscribe his life.

I’ll be okay by the time he comes of age. He deserves to know where his family came from.

As absurd as it was, you found yourself missing Chuuyou, his perennial presence. The man who had betrayed you and killed your father — that was whom you missed?

No, You thought, thumbing the new necklace around your neck. I miss the man who loved his village enough to kill the man ruining it, who saw me and Gaara as worthy once he had the proof.

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.

You cleared your throat and stopped fiddling with your necklace. “Come in.”

The door squeaked open, and there was Kota.

“Kota,” You said in surprise.

He gave a modest bow. “I hope I’m not intruding —“

“No, not at all,” You said, ironing your clothes down. “I just wasn’t expecting any visitors.”

Kota glanced at your bed where your suitcase lay open, partially stuffed.

“Leaving already?” he said.

You blushed. “I —”

“I’m only kidding,” Kota said with a chuckle. “Lady Hahaoya told me you were preparing for your departure.”

“Oh,” You said with relief.

The crescent shape fell from Kota’s eyes. “I hope your father’s service wasn’t too overwhelming for you.”

You gave a wry laugh. “If anything, it was a tad underwhelming.” Your fingers grazed the top of your suitcase. “After all the years he spent as village head … so few guests …”

“It must be truly disheartening,” Kota murmured.

“More enlightening than anything else,” You said. That was his fault. When Gaara dies, there'll be hundreds mourning him — thousands. After all your efforts to save Gaara from the brink of death, you didn’t want to think about him dying a second longer than you had to; you shook your head of these thoughts. “But I’m fine, Kota, thank you. Did you need anything?”

Kota straightened. “I’ve not come to vex you,” he said. “I was … hoping to accompany you back to Sunagakure.”

“Really?” You blinked. “Why? Doesn’t Hahaoya have enough for you to do around here?”

“It’s not for a lack of things to do, that’s for certain,” Kota said. “I … I feel I must atone. Somehow. After all this bloodshed …”

You couldn’t disagree. You didn’t. “There’s so much bloodshed on all our hands now.”

“True, however …” Kota stepped forward. “A shinobi’s duty is to his village, and I love my home, but I also love it enough to acknowledge its flaws. Our mistakes.” He looked down. “I would like to assist in mending the relationship between the Oasis and the Sand. And I am willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.” He bowed. “If you’ll allow me, Lady (Y/N).”

He would make a wonderful village head. You smiled. How could you refuse him? After all, what had you just done but gone out of your way to save your new family? How could you deny him the same way to redemption?

“All right,” You said. “Come with me and speak with Suna’s Council. I’m sure they’d be ecstatic to hear of all the ways the Oasis will make up for all of this.”

Kota nodded fitfully. “Very well.”

“And in the meantime,” You said as you fixed your hand to your hip. “We can also speak about all the ways the Sand will repent for its past wrongs.”

“Say no more of the Sand, Lady (Y/N),” Kota said. “The truth is, the Kazekage kept his word. All the resources he promised to send to us were received weeks ago.”

Your hand slipped away from your hip. “You mean … All of it? The weapons, the medicine — everything?”

“Indeed,” Kota said. “There is little to repent for, as far as the Sand is concerned.”

You thought of the bridge you and Gaara had crossed, the flower that had gotten stuck in your hair, the promises he had made to you the very first day you met him.

I love him.

“That’s good to hear,” You said through a soft exhale. “Well, if you are coming along, you might as well start packing.”

Kota nodded. “Certainly.”

He left you alone to continue packing. In fact, very little had left your suitcase, but now what little that had been taken out went right back in, and you zipped it up with a content sigh.

It was time to go home.

[smarmimo]

man ARMS is so cool. I wish arms were real

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all bb voters are slurping up copaganda like a gogurt tube. They're not that cool

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but barq though

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oh my god it's a ROBOT. Stop having sympathy for metal cubes with faces, bb are weapons of the state

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you're just mad you don't have a cute dog robot

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and you're just mad your fave, an evil servant of the government, lost the last match to Cooler Springman

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tumblr user trontactics hasn't read the coyle leaks

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man having normal arms is boooring,,, if I had ARMS gene I wouldn't have to get out of bed to do the dishes. I could do em from here and my roommate would stfu

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Everyone wishes they had ARMS until they wake up and their fingers are made of gorilla glue and they get called the glue guy forever and they have to change their legal name to Glueby Stickson.

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are you okay

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if I had arms id yank my peanits real hard

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fyi if you name yourself after your ARMS you're annoying as fuck have a good day

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fyi if you name yourself after your ARMS you're one of the most beautiful people on earth and I'm glad you're having fun

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thanks I really needed that

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not you

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I couldn't do ARMS fighting personally, too scared of getting literally exploded in the ring. Like seriously how is this allowed

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Hello! ARMS Weapons department here. We just want to reassure you that the explosions from explosive-attribute weapons are completely safe!

The explosions are produced using silver fulminate, which is highly explosive when physically agitated, but the amount of silver fulminate in these weapons is not much more than the amount of silver fulminate used in your average bang snap.

Also, like bang snaps, sand and gravel is used as a buffer to prevent severe physical damage.

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if someone threw a watermelon sized bang snap at me I think I'd have a heart attack

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I'm stuck in a café on via dolce because some bozos decided that the middle of a street would be a great place to start a brawl. Massive crowd cheering them on. Fists flying everywhere because they've both got ARMS. Think an audience member just got punched in the face. I just wanted some fucjing cupcakes

📀 retrocycle

And the cupcakes are terrible too!!! Having a great fucking day over here

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HOW does ninjara have stans. you know the guy's an assassin in training right??? like???future murderer??? this is your fave???

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ninjas haven't killed people since the 18th century, hope this helps!!!

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I design ARMS weapons for a living and a coworker showed me a set they were working on, I throw a punch with it and suddenly there's spaghetti on the wall. Don't give ARMS makers free reign to do whatever they want because this is what's gonna happen

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And before you ask, yes, it was a revolving tri-bolt. They wanted to fill the thing with marinara, pesto, and alfredo sauces. Italian attribute

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I had some really good mozzarella sticks last night and I woke up just now and my arms are mozzarella sticks and all I can think about rn is eating them what do I do

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eat your fingers

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eat your fingers

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Just another day of seeing people advocate for self-cannibalism on my dash. Seriously guys, use your heads.

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eat your fingers

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Idk why they decided to hold this match in a literal graveyard but it's scary and it's dark out and it's a full moon and walking past all these headstones I think the dead are gonna rise and beat me up

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Who the fuck is master mummy

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guys if the floating hands get me can you call my mom

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A day of the life of an ARMS Labs employee!

Current to-do list:

-monitor the goo

-feed the goo

-praise the goo

-make sacrifices to the goo

-sell soul to the goo

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hey ARMS Labs what the fuck does this mean

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Party Crash Bash finals

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fucking ninjara stans. min min is NOT "coughing baby," she's got a really good win-loss ratio and STILL manages to run mintendo during the grand prix. you just hate to see powerful women winning

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L + ratio + ninjara's still gonna kick her ass

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Date Posted: June 13th, 2019

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Just sat down to watch the Grand Prix finale live!!! Wooo!!! Hope mom can see me in the crowd on the tv hehe

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wait why's Dr Coyle here

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SHE THREW HIM INTO A BUILDING???

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it's okay it's okay they knocked her out. normal Grand Prix resuming now???

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HOLY SHIT SHE JUST GOT SKULLED

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GET SKULLED

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GET SKULLED

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[crystal-crax]

A RANT:

THE NEON LEON

(I) A rise to leadership

Pun intended bc Leo would love it

Has this been done yet? Of course, but i love ranting about my favorite characters and boy, rise tmnt has so much to rant about (well, the whole tmnt franchise has enough material to speak for HOURS buttt rise lives forever in my heart so yeah i'm biased). Might talk about mutant mayhem in the future idk.

Leonardo Hamato/Splinterson has always been the leader, the one that carries the weight of carrying the team and following splinter's steps as the next "head" of the family (as said by splinter in the 2012 tmnt). And yeah in much of the versions of the turtles, this is a very important aspect of his personality, it's his literal purpose; it's the catalyst for a lot of the narratives and storylines seen across the tmnt universe: His fights with Raph, his anxiety, his inferiority complex, his constant wish to be better, how he sometimes neglects (or simply goes against?)his brother's feelings in order to keep them and the team itself safe.

Being the leader is both the weight and medal that comes with being Leonardo, that sisyphean task that we will always see try to accomplish over and over again.

So if we want to explore why he is a great leader... shouldn't we take that weight off his shoulders?

And that my people, it's what rise does perfectly. The best way to prove that Leo is a great leader? To show us how he can handle the team from the shadows, let us see how well he knows his team's strengths and shortcomings.

But don't just make him want to be the leader, no no, show us why we should all trust him to.

First of all: Leo panicking at the face of danger, might be useful sometimes.

Honest to god: i think the rise writers and animators are amazing. They're so GOOD at showing us important pieces of the characters even without directly saying it.

First of all, he doesn't have a fight or flight response because he straight up waves his ōdachi directly at anything that attacks him and his brothers (bro has kill om sight sense, he literally sliced warren one time, remember?). He will always have the advantage, even when surprised. Also the way he lightens up the situation with his witty banter and one liners when stress is too much? Extra points for keeping team morale up👍

Or in a different case, leo's panic when the mad dogs get in trouble upon a stronger rival. Why is it great? Because even though he's losing his absolute shit, he's able to act and take the next conscious step; even when it's used for laughs: He calls for his father when his family is in danger. It may sometimes be a funny gag ; like in "Flushed but never forgotten" or soul fucking wrenching like when they're attacked by shredder and RAPH IS PROTECTING DONNIE AND LEO SCREAMS AND I- *ehem*. But he knows splinter it's capable of defending them, he trained them after all (this may be arguable when talking about season 1 splint but well, he still recognizes his father as a ninja and his master).

And thus, the next marvel of Leo:

B) He's completely aware of the team's abilities

He's a middle child, he has seen everything, and the most perfect example of it: Many unhappy returns.

BOY IF THAT'S NOT THE MOST AMAZING DEMONSTRATION OF LEO'S LEADERSHIP AND STRATEGY IDK WHAT ELSE YOU'RE LOOKING FOR

He trusts his siblings completely, sure he looks out for them and supports them when needed (while being sarcastic about it), but he knows they're amazing at the hero thing.

I wouldn't doubt it if Splinter; being with Leo most of the episode saw just how in control he was of the situation and went: "dude...why are you not the one leading the team? You're...actually so smart wtf????"

C)He knows how to dial down his brother's enthusiasm and calls out his father's faults (and sometimes hypocrisy)

Remember the paper thieves episode?

That's peak leader Leo

The whole team was full on trying to get killed for the lols, and what does he do? Pulls them to the side and explains why they should start with something more simple and gives a speech on why focusing on the "easier task" it's still a good hero job (look out for the small/weaker ones, right?)

Not only that, but he's the one that constantly calls out his dad's mess ups, remaining by his brother's side and defending them (THIS IS NOT A SPLINTER SLANDER, I'M SAD DAD SUPPORTER AND I WILL TALK ABOUT IT LATER) seen as one of the YouTube shorts or when splints nags then about keeping secrets from him: he stands for his team, "you are not supposed to do that/you do the same thing you yell at us for"

He both inspires and defends his team, and hey; a leader is not the one that orders, but the one that motivates and supports you.

D) He's their personal hype man

Cue back to point B, he is amazed by his siblings abilities, even if he dies hide it sometimes. Remember when mikey wanted to go on a solo mission? He's fully on board and never doubts mikey is in control of the situation (sure he does go to "save him" with the others later on but come on, you all heard the call and saw Raph panicking. He trusts him but he's still his little brother y'know?)

He knows Donnie is an absolutely genious and is completely aware of Raph's dedication to the hero gig and responsability.

April and Splints? He knows they're completely capable of holding their own and willingly helps them when the situation calls for it.

And this is it please be free to add anything you might like and tell me if i'm making sense??? Idk i just love him a lot😞

HECK EVEN CASEY, A LITERAL BOY HE JUST MET. He is aware of casey's passion and abilities; i mean, if his own future self trusts him as the only one capable to fix everything, why shouldn't he?

Conclusion: Leo quite literally grew to deserve the role of the leader.

[raphieeee]

CW: talking about scars and trauma, burns, Pyrophobia (I think that’s what it’s called…?)

For as long as any of them knew him, Casey Jones always wore big and baggy clothing. Not one of his paint stained hoodies ever went past his wrist or were rolled up, nor were his tacky denims jeans ever left with rips as he always stitched them together with messy black cotton.

None of them thought anything of this, even when they all realised at various moments. It was just one of the many things that made Casey Jones so, well… Casey Jones.

But then the tar incident happened.

It was a simple mission, stop some purple dragons from messing around at a construction site that they were using as a cover for their latest batch of weapons. Leo was even relaxed enough to make a few genuine jokes, something that always made them feel safe even if it had the side effect of a little cringing.

Casey and Mikey had been chasing after these two goons who had been caught with their pants literally down and were fumbling over the place. One of them knocked over a heated container that had tar in it, which ended up getting on Casey’s arm but thankfully he had enough layers to be safe.

Instinct still took over when the threat of burns settled into his mind and he ripped his hoodie of as the heat started to get to his skin, flailing a bit as the sleeve caught slightly on his shirt and he ended up ripping that off two in his panic.

He was cursing up a storm about loosing his second favourite hoodie, trying to focus on that and not the feel of heat, when he realised that Mikey was staring at him with a slack jaw and wide eyes that were quickly gathering tears. Confused, Casey had walked over to him before stopping suddenly as realisation settled in. Right as it did, Mikey’s lip started to wobble as he held back tears.

Casey couldn’t stop the growing panic attack even if he was at home alone with his favourite show and a dozen teddies around him and four air coolers on max.

Mikey had seen it, and he one thing he wanted to hide for all eternity.

Across the left side of his body, from his thigh up to his back and over both shoulders, were his burns. The skin was marred and twisted, both looking thin and so tough as it’s shaped wobbled and twisted, some pale while others seemed stuck on a pink like hue. His left side was the most visible to Mikey, and was also the worst, as it was where the skin of his armpit struggled to keep its flexibility and shape as scar tissue took over it. It was where you could see that he he fire touched his arm and dripped down and down, the source of over ten years of pain, physical and mental.

Casey sobbed as he tried and failed to cover himself, almost screaming when Mikey stopped him from putting the still tar covered hoodie on. Casey only allowed him to as he realised that the threat of more heat was bad enough.

It could have been minutes or hours, most likely mere seconds, but soon the others were rushing around the corner at the sound of the commotion.

Casey would forever be grateful to his leader for his quick thinking. While the others stared in shock, Leo ripped off part of a tarp and wrapped it over his body, careful to not actually put pressure on his body.

Him and Raph took Casey home, both of them letting him sob and whine like a child as memories and sensations took for this mind all while the feeling of being stuck in a pedestal with a hundred lights and millions of eyes watched him and whom sick.

Raph cleaned up the vomit, Leo ran a cold bath.

Casey Jones felt like his world was falling apart yet at the same time he felt a relief like no other when his best friend and his most trusted teacher didn’t bat a single eye. They stayed by him as he sobbed and even as his skin was visible.

Casey was scared, but he was also safe. Safe from fire, safe from tar, safe from judgement.

Safe with his ninja turtles.

[tornoleander]

Wytyaa Songs Speculation

(Someone sent an ask for Skybound Fic recommendations I’m working on compiling list shall be posted soon :D )

This post is my When you think you’re all alone Official speculating! Mostly Guessing.

(Don’t tell everything though but hints 👉👈. Or where I’m right) @mondothebombo

General:

Lion man- Locked away

Jaya Drama: Be like you-Be alright

Better off without me: Guessing when kidnapped?

Time on Misfortunes Keep Till Rescue:

Come home-Broken

A lot is unsure here because some could be from events he doesn’t remember so his timeline is unclear.

Maybe one has to do with Camile almost killing him?

Let ‘em go: gives many of the feels I wanna say it’s when Jay was thinking about his friends for a long while

Cry baby: I think this is when Those fuckers got him alone for the first time. Or just general being awful.

Ship in a bottle: Djnn transform into friends moment? Maybe suggestive in leading to next songs?

Panic attack&Panic Room Two panic songs Jay said he had “a few” panic attacks on the ship I don’t think we saw them. There’s a flashback where Nadakhan has jay alone when him and the ninja replacements are heading to the castle. We don’t see the end It’s very concerning. I’d place it here.

Body:

It happened.

Tag your it: Those hellspawn attempting shit before Jay was rescued

Broken: Cole: walks in quarters “JaY yoU’re oK” Jay: Dead on the floor

Blame: Jay it’s not your fault! -message ignored.

Though some of the lines are a bit harsh in this song. It’s funny to imagine Cole just “Stop bitching an whining and get on your feet” lol

Not a kid anymore: maybe the escape.

Nightmares: Lighthouse time?

Lighthouse recovery Time:

Soon you’ll get better-You’re on your own kid

Some good comfort and they’re in Love I GET IT. Lol

@tommysm0ondust You were right Forever Winter is a great fitting song.

“To young to know it gets better”

Please :’)

Here comes a thought: The go to comfort song :D

Arms: so sweet :3

July: UGH I must know the back story here.

Burning: FEeLS

You’re on your own, Kid: Dang lighthouse is under attack.

Parents house:

Mum-Never love an anchor

My tears ricocheted&Outrunning Karma: Ninja replacement time>:)

Waiting for Superman: Nya :P

Home: NINJAS BACK

Atlantis: wedding crashing

Already gone: RIP NYA dead as hell

This is what losing someone feels like: Nya continues to be dead

Safe& sound: Nya decides to stop being dead

THAT’S all for this post I’m going to do Epilogue guessing later. And after that my conspiracy theories >:)

[breithenua]

That Hidden Stone asshole Kakkō is a major reason why everything (in life, not the plot) sucks for Kakashi and Naruto's generations in Naruto.

Literally the only reason Obito ended up getting crushed was because neither Kakashi nor Obito thought to finish off that Hidden Stone ninja Kakkō after Kakashi slashed him with his dad's chakra sabre. The cut wasn't enough to render him fully unconscious, they just assumed it was, so he was able to get back up and then collapse the cave they were in. Literally all it would have taken is Kakashi taking that chakra sabre and stabbing the same dude through the throat or the skull *before* going over and releasing Rin from that genjutsu. Somewhere out there is an alternate timeline where Kakashi finished that prick off, and thus the cave-in never happened. Obito doesn't get crushed, all three of them walk out of that cave unscathed (except for Kakashi still missing an eye but I digress), and a lot changes overall from there. 1. Madara doesn't have a young Obito to manipulate into taking over the Eye of the Moon plan, and *maybe* he never finds a suitable Uchiha to take over the plan at all. We don't know exactly how long the Gedo Statue could sustain him, whether it was forever or just by a few decades. Then again, maybe he does. Who knows. I hear Uchiha Yashiro was a massive prick, maybe Madara manipulates him instead. But he was also a chickenshit so probably not. 2. Rin doesn't get kidnapped as a result of Madara's manipulations of the Hidden Mist village cause he no longer has Obito there to try to manipulate. So she LIVES to the present day. Or at the least, probably doesn't die by impaling herself on Kakashi's Chidori. 3. Obito gets to keep training alongside his teammates and friends and doesn't ever become Tobi, so the Kyuubi attack on the village never happens, Minato and Kushina don't die literally the day Naruto's born (maybe they die later in some other way but at least Naruto *will have parents* and won't be treated like the scum of the earth for the Kyuubi's attack on the village. Since again, it doesn't happen in this timeline). Hiruzen doesn't have to step back into the role of Hokage, at the very least not as quickly. Probably not at all, with how strong Minato already was and the potential he had. Minato probably ends up getting way stronger and ends up becoming the strongest Hokage in history (at least, compared to his predecessors). Yes, I actually think he'd eventually surpass even Hashirama in strength. Remember, Minato died at only 24. He had A LOT of room to grow. And he probably doesn't listen to Danzo's bullshit either. Remember, Hiruzen tolerated it because he had a childhood friendship to Danzo. Minato doesn't have that connection to Danzo.

3.5. Since Obito never becomes evil, he has nothing to do with the incarnation of the Akatsuki we saw in Shippuden. Maybe they still become that though, Danzo is infamously, a fucking prick. 4. Kakashi doesn't have to live with the guilt of being unable to save his friends, though on the other hand he never gets the Sharingan either and will be old one eye his whole life. But considering how badly the Sharingan drained his stamina and how much his trauma held back his true potential over the years, that might work out to Kakashi's benefit and have him be much stronger, much faster. He'd have to either readapt or discard Chidori though, since it's not safe to use without the Sharingan. Maybe he holds onto the knowledge and teaches the Chidori to someone that CAN use it better than he could.

5. When Orochimaru goes rogue, Minato (who again, *lives* in this timeline) probably isn't gonna let his ass get away, even if Hiruzen still does. Orochimaru is a slippery bastard but he can't keep up with fucking TELEPORTING.

5.5. Even if Orochimaru does get away, and eventually attacks Konoha like he does in the main timeline, it's unlikely he'd survive a fight with Minato. But chances are he wouldn't DARE try to take on Minato. ...oooh wait, Madara might consider trying to ally with Orochimaru if he lives long enough to do so. Again, still some questions on just how long being connected to the Gedo Statue could actually extend Madara's lifespan. But Orochimaru *does* desire the Sharingan and might be able to be swayed to help Madara in exchange for help in gaining said Sharingan abilities. And that's actually a scary possibility.

6. The Uchiha are never blamed for the attack of the Kyuubi, since in this timeline it never happened. They're also not shoved to the edge of the village, put under surveillance, and ultimately massacred by Itachi due to Danzo's manipulation. Sasuke never has to see his clan massacred, he has loving parents and a loving brother, and he never has to leave the village to seek power for his revenge. Shisui probably lives too, seeing as Danzo attacked him basically to prevent him from using Koto Amatsukami on Fugaku to prevent the coup d'etat that again, most likely wouldn't even happen in this timeline. Maybe Danzo would attack him for his eyes anyway though, Danzo's a fucking prick afterall.

7. Minato as Hokage would probably be very impressed by Itachi's academy scores and chunin exam times, considering they both were child geniuses. He'd probably keep tabs on Itachi, maybe even take Itachi under his wing to an extent and consider Itachi a future successor to him. And when Itachi gets that chakra illness, Minato, knowing Jiraiya personally, could ask Jiraiya to find Tsunade and bring her back personally to help treat Itachi.

7.5. Alternatively, there's a possiblity Obito, now that he's finally activated his Sharingan, finally starts excelling as a ninja, and he's the man Minato considers most as a future successor to himself. Reason I didn't write this as the main possibility is we don't know how much of Obito's later strength came to him naturally, and how much of it was due to his having White Zetsu cells attached to him in combination with the Mangekyo and the Uchiha curse of hatred. Obito got A LOT of buffs from his circumstances. I still think he'd be a great ninja and jonin someday, of course, we just don't know how great he'd be without those buffs. That being said, if we consider the assumption that Obito *is* still strong enough to succeed Minato as Hokage valid, I could see Minato assigning Itachi to Obito's team at first, and when Obito succeeds Minato, Obito and to a lesser extent Minato both groom Itachi to be Obito's eventual successor.

8. Some other random people that aren't gonna die since Obito never goes evil: Hiruzen's wife, Kurenai's dad, Iruka's parents, and countless anbu and other nameless ninja that died in the 9-tails attack.

TL;DR So much awful shit could have been avoided if Kakashi or Obito finished this particular jackass off. He's not the ONLY reason life sucks for Kakashi and Naruto's generations, but he's a massive part of it. Thanks Kakkō, you fucking asshole lmao:

[randomartwork]

Naruto Rewrite:

Disclaimer this is my opinion NOT fact. I’m just throwing out ideas that I’ve been thinking about for a while. Naruto and Naruto Shippuden belongs to Masashi Kishimoto

Kushan’s still the nine tails jinchuriki but kept anbu style (Obviously no one knows she’s the nine tail jinchuriki) where she meets Minato as Hokage, leaving kid them not to meet but adult them. He saves her, she saves him the rest is history

Danzo tries to seize power by creating conflict within the village and villagers themselves. Stops the communication lines and spreads misinformation

Danzo wants more of a dictatorship of the other clans since he wants The Leaf to be on top

Danzo starts fights with clans and pin them against each other, tries to ban clans from forming their own in clan schools, giving bed times to groups he dems dangerous to Konaha, of course Hiruzen steps in when he tries to over step

Hiruzen takes notes of the reason problem and rolls back a lot of rules Danzo tries to pass as he finds them extreme and takes Danzo under a microscope. Danzo knows he’s being micro managed

Hiruzen is getting suspicious of his old friend after “rogue” anbu members tried to take him and his family out in a serious of failed attacks

Danzo starts budding up with Orochimaru for “favors” and in return Orochimaru got experiment space as Orochimaru spirals into madness

Orochimaru discovers rinnegan forbidden jutsu to control a person while leaving your body in a safe place

Danzo starts supplying test subjects to get stronger to take down Hiruzen

Orochimaru being smart gave him his second best but keeping the goods to himself as a double crossing

Danzo doesn’t become fourth is ragging but comes up with a plan to seize power away from Minato

Obito using mangekyo puts nine in a genjutsu, this causes nine to see absolutely horror and go crazy

During the attack on the village the nine tails was trying to get control back, which can be hinted at

Danzo didn’t save the fourth or his wife on purpose, but Hiruzen does despite being retired

Obito’s failed plan to get nine tails and they get shish kebab, leaving their dying wish to save Naruto

Naruto gets sealed with all of nine not half

Danzo gets passed up again since Hiruzen looks like the hero instead of him

Hiruzen takes Danzo’s anbu power away, giving Ibiki control at first then changing to one of Danzo’s puppets unannounced to him

The Uchiha clan massacre doesn’t kill of all Uchiha, but only the coalition group trying to take over Konaha. Danzo tries to set up Itachi for these “random” murders and added some people who oppose him to the list.

Itachi escaped making him look bad, Obito finds Itachi and recruit him into the Akatsuki

Orochimaru finds one of the Zetzu foot soldiers and makes Danzo the arm graph (he can’t use it to live forever as it’s unstable)

Hiruzen finds out about Orochimaru illegal experiments and how Danzo had to know

Danzo tried to kill Horuzen again to make sure he’s the fifth Hokage but failed, Horuzen hesitated to kill him, giving him time to escape

Danzo left Konaha and created his own group known as The Root with loyal anbu members to try and take over the village someday

Jiraiya retires from being a ninja after finding out his old students “died” and becomes a famous book writer

Tsunade copes with losing her brother and husband with booze and retires from being the best medical ninja

Hiruzen vowels to take revenge for what Danzo has done and starts fixing the messes Danzo caused as he retakes the office back

The village rebuilds itself as other villages try them at this time (the Hyuga kid napping for an example) but the village holds its ground

Villagers still hold a grudge against each other but for the most part gets back to normal with the whole nine tails attack

[junsei-alke]

keyframe n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering

“—And then Usagi-san threw him off the bridge! It was bogus!” A boyish voice dramatically informed the alligator mutant about his latest adventure over a tablet.

The boyish voice talking over the tablet is Michelangelo Hamato, Leatherhead’s best friend. Let it be known that the Hamatos’ and the Mutanimals decided a tablet is more suitable for Slash and Leatherhead as a gadget of communication. The two giant mutants won’t have to mind their strength or how small apps or texts are. 

Leatherhead let out a hum, “Didn’t Usagi say this Jade is immortal?” 

“Jei,” The orange-clad turtle corrected, “And he did! Maybe Usagi-san got his info wrong or Jei just bluff, or he just gets rebirth kind of immortality,” Michelangelo theorized.

“From your hectic adventure, I’m glad you returned safely, my friend,” The older mutant honestly thought the worst when the turtles were gone without notice. For some enemy managing to kidnap his friends without struggle…

Through the screen, Michelangelo winced, “Sorry, but couldn’t really do much when we’re spiritually summoned to another dimension by a blind fake immortal wolf,” The nun-chuck wielder joked weakly.

“Just how long were we gone?” Michelangelo asked quietly,  “Cuz, I didn’t have to check when I have an awesome story to tell my two besties!” The turtle cheerfully added. At the edge of the screen, you can see a yellow bowl and can hear a faint meow.

A small smile formed on Leatherhead but inwardly he was frowning as well. His friend, in true ninja form, is great at misdirection. “Almost a week, my friend”.

The smallest mutant turtle's eyes widen, “Really? It was like—three days for us,” Michelangelo compared with a faraway look.

Leatherhead pressed his teeth together, to anyone who doesn’t know the mutant, they would say he’s restraining himself from eating something, but his expression is equivalent to a human pressing their lips together, a sign of displeasure. The alligator was about to change the topic, as he didn’t like the faraway look on Michelangelo’s normally bright face, but someone beat him to the punch. 

“Mikey! I need your help!” Donatello called out, snapping Michelangelo’s trance.

“Coming Dee! Sorry Leatherhead, I’ll talk to you later,” The turtle apologized, as he moved the screen to a mutant ice cream cat, “Talk with Ice Cream Kitty! You guys haven’t talked since forever!”

“…”

“… How’s the freezer?” Leatherhead awkwardly questioned.

“Meowr~”

“You’re right, that’s an awful ice breaker to start a conversation,” Leatherhead apologized.

“Meow~”

“What? I didn’t pun.”

“Meeeow~”

“Oh… I didn’t realize,”

“Meoow~” The ice cream mutant titled her head a little, “Meow?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Meow!”

“When?”

“Meow~”

“That—”

“INTRUDERS!” A blue blur passed Leatherhead and leapt over the railings.

“Ice Cream Kitty, we’ll continue this later,” Leatherhead said goodbye to the cold mutant and ended the call. 

Following the Salamandrian example, Leatherhead leapt over the railing as he saw three humans fighting Mona Lisa, Mondo Gecko, and Pigeon Pete.

“Pete!” The Leopard Gecko shouted in distress, as the human with a skull mask batted the Pigeon into a metal pillar.

Leatherhead roared as he tried to charge the masked human. But a red-haired human threw a smoke pellet at him. If Leatherhead was more clear-headed, he wouldn’t have attacked the red-haired human or the masked human, for they particularly looked like April O’Neil and Casey Jones. [1] It is fortunate that Leatherhead has a third eyelid or else he would’ve been so focused on regaining his vision than blocking a stab aimed at his underbelly.  

“Mondo! Take the light out!” The only non-mutant in the Mutanimals ordered the mutant gecko.

“‘right!” The youngest mutant in the group cheekily saluted and proceeded to smash the control panel with his skateboard.

Leatherhead would’ve complimented Mona Lisa’s quick thinking of turning lights off [2] if he wasn’t busy trying to defend himself. The large mutant isn’t used on the defensive side of fighting, but his opponent is relentlessly attacking him. 

But considering his redhead opponent switched with a black-haired human, that was fighting Mona Lisa. Leatherhead can see why this human hadn’t been knocked out by Mona Lisa, who is the only trained warrior in the Mutanimals with the exception of Slash.

CREEEAAAK

“What is going on!” A human-turned-monkey loudly demands. Beside the Monkey is a large snapping turtle with spikes and wearing a black bandana, carrying groceries. 

“O’Neil! Jones! Opening!” The black-haired human pointed at the open garage door.

Wait. What? Did Leatherhead hear that right?

“Oh no one is leaving–” Rockwell interrupted with monkey noise, “–without giving me some answers!” [3] The former human telekinetically lifted the three human intruders into the air, and then glared at us. (Mona Lisa, Leatherhead, and Mondo Gecko)

“You can’t destroy the control panel to do the Lights off plan!” The scientist hissed angrily.

“Yeah, but I thought about how they can turn it on, so def need to destroy the panel, doc,” The youngest member of Mutanimals reasoned nonchalantly.

Dr. Rockwell’s eyes bulge in annoyance, “You're lucky I thought about this outcome and—monkey noise—made a backup panel!” 

“And our little intruders are interesting.” Dr. Rockwell added as he eyed the three humans with maniacal interest.

“We ain’t telling ya’ nothin’!” Came a muffled statement from the masked human.

“Hm, yes,” Rockwell made another monkey noise, “Slash, you know where the backup panel. Take—monkey noise—Gecko with you, penance for destroying my tech.”

Slash grunted, “Let’s go, kid,” As he dropped the groceries, and walked outside.

“Not a kid!” Mondo squawked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Slash waved off the attempted correction, making Mondo offended.

Leatherhead stared at the duo bickering back and forth.

“Doctor, put them down, I want to try tying them up,” Mona Lisa enthusiastically said.

“Ah yes,” Monkey sounds, and eyes bulged for a second, “Space doesn’t have rope. Instead you alien tie with magnetic space metal.”

The Salamandrian warrior nodded, “Sometimes electricity. Burnt skin and pain make the captive more compliant.”

Leatherhead can attest. The Kraang had tied him with electricity before.

“Raphael taught me the proper ways of tying with ropes or wires. The painful and the non-painful way, and I’ve been looking for an opportunity to test my learnings” By that meaning, the non-painful is actually not painful for mutants or aliens. And maybe non-painful for trained humans only.

“And you’ll be trying…?” Leatherhead wanted to know, as Michelangelo tried teaching him once, but it was futile because Leatherhead kept accidentally cutting the wire/rope. But they did discover Leatherhead can somewhat tie someone with metal pipes in case chains aren’t available in the area.

“Wire. The painful way.” 

Leatherhead felt pity for the human intruders. Michelangelo said the wire is more painful than the ropes. Unlike the ropes tied with the painful method, they irritate the skin if you try to move or escape, the wire on the other hand makes you bleed.

It took 10 minutes, as the humans tried to escape while being tied by the alien. And to Leatherhead’s surprise, the Salamandrian warrior tied the male human with the not painful method. And the fact the masked human gave her the most trouble despite being less refined than his companions.

During the 10 minutes, Slash and Mondo brought the back-up-controlled panel, which Dr. Rockwell quickly integrated into their lair system and managed to open the lights the moment Mona was finished tying the redhead human.

“Now!” Dr. Rockwell clapped and eyes bulged with enthusiasm, “These two humans!” The monkey removed the mask on the male human, “Are alternate versions of our friend April O’Neil and Casey Jones!”

That doesn’t seem outlandish since they look like adult versions of their friend. Leatherhead thought.

“And! This human is Karai!” Dr. Rockwell dramatically pointed at the black-haired human.

The proclaimed alternate Karai didn’t look like Karai in Leatherhead’s opinion.

“It seems, armour and being good at the battle is consistent for any version of Karai,” Mona Lisa complimented(?). 

“You’re just going to accept that!?” Questioned the maskless Casey Jones.

“Casey…” Alternate April hissed.

The alternate Karai remained quiet as she observed them.

“Well yeah. Doc is pretty smart y’know,” Mondo answered, “Besides! Mikey told me that the multiverse exists cuz he already met an alternate version of himself… Twice!”

Alternate Universe Casey nodded hesitantly, “Okay… But all we know you guys are faking this whole alternate-whatever-situation story,” Alternate Casey Jones states with a furrowed suspicious brow.

Well, Leatherhead can’t fault this Casey Jones for being suspicious.

“We’ll call them.”

“What?”

“The turtles,” Mona specified.

“We’ll call them either way to fix this,” Slash added.

“They are the experts at this type of situation,” Rockwell said with a hint of jealousy.

“…So, you’ll untie us?” Alternate Karai asked.

“If you swear on your honour to stay until the turtles come,” Mona Lisa replied.

Alternate Karai raised her eyebrow, “You must know me intimately,” and something rest unsaid, that only Mona seemed to understand.

The alien warrior shrugged, “We have a bi-weekly girls' night out,” 

Karai huffed in amusement, like she heard something funny, “I swear on my honour, I’ll stay until this universe’s turtles show up.”

Mona hummed before turning to the other humans, “How about you two?”

“Will you stay as well?”

When the alternate April O’Neil was about to speak, the garaged door opened, and garbage and rotten food is all they could smell.

“Hey, guys! I just finished an interview with—who are these humans? And why do they look like our friends?” Questioned by the newly arrived resident New York Hero, Muck Man.

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GASP!

“Sensei!”

Splinter coughed relentlessly to the point he couldn’t recognize which of his sons had made him sit in a stable position. The mutant also has blurry vision.

“Whoa there sensei, take it easy,” His son rubbed his back. 

It took a few minutes to not hack up his lungs and to regain his vision.

“You okay, master?” Questioned Raphael, who was leaning against a graffitied wall.

“Ye-yes, I am alright, my son.” Splinter cleared his throat, “Thank you, Donatello.”

Looking around with a clearer vision, Splinter can tell they’re in an ally way. Which the rat mutant didn’t expect to be at, being sucked into the portal. And speaking of portals…

“Where’s Leonardo?” 

Seeing his three sons being together gives Splinter hope that his eldest is just reconning the area to be safe and he arrived with them. But with the expressions of his sons, Splinter’s hope wanes.

“We’re… not sure, Sensei,” Donatello took a deep breath, “Because we aren’t in our universe.”

“What do you mean, Donatello?” Splinter asked with a confused frown.

The purple-clad genius handed him a Newspaper, “While you were unconscious, Mikey and Raph did a little reconning around the area and I was protecting your body. When they’re done, Mikey found this,” The mutant turtle pointed at the newspaper date.

“August 6, 2015,” Splinter murmured in shock.

Donatello nods, “I would’ve said we’re in the future if it weren’t the fact the publishing company is different. Of course, I had taken into account the possibility of a new publishing company and future and such, but it says the company has been around since the 1887s. In our universe, it's Hearst, but here it's Hirst.”

“And don’t forget you dragged me to places!” Chimed Michelangelo.

His third oldest sighed, “And the fact I dragged Mikey to find areas that were supposed to be familiar but to only see to be slightly altered, but still related to our universe.”

“Dollar Tree is waaaay better than Cheap Shop,” Splinter’s youngest proclaimed.

“It is a little on the nose,” Donatello agreed.

“Ok, sensei is up to date. What are we going to do now?” Grunted Rapheal.

Splinter’s whiskers twitched at the small made wind.

Donatello puts a thoughtful expression, “We find this universe turtles.” 

“No need,” a hoarse voice echoed through the valley.

Splinter remains in a relaxed form while his sons draw out their weapons.

Two pairs of white eyes dropped down from the fire escape stairs and stepped out of the shadows to show two giant mutant turtles.

‘Their body is completely submerged in the shadow.’ Splinter mused as he was impressed. For he knew these turtles only showed visibility because they wanted to.

“Your Don aaaaand your Leo?” Questioned Michelangelo in a disbelief tone, as he tucked away his nun-chuck.

Splinter can see why his son is in disbelief. The two mutants have different sizes. The one wearing a purple bandana—Who Splinter assumes to be Donatello—is tall and lanky, his muscles aren’t pronounced much, and his eye colour is reddish brown. While his blue bandana companion—Leonardo… Splinter’s heart is riddled with anxiety at the thought of his eldest—is smaller than this universe’s Donatello, with more pronounced muscles and his eye colour is silver-blue.  While his sons have the same height, same muscles, and same eye colour, except for Michelangelo’s baby blue eyes.

“Yes, and yes,” Alternate Donatello answered dismissively, “So, what are you guys doing in our dimension? And what year is it on your end?” 

“Ok–hold up. How can we be sure we can trust you,” Raphael questioned and interrupted before Donatello could answer his counterparts’ questions.

The alternate of his first and third eldest had shared an amused yet exasperated look at each other.

“From the looks of things, you act like our Raph. And if you're anything like our Raph” Alternate Donatello started, “You won’t trust our words regardless,” Alternate Leonardo finished.

“They got you there,” Donatello pointed out with an amused tone as he sheathed his Bō-staff.

Rapheal growled and grumpily crossed his arms after he sheathed his Sais. But the red-clad turtle is glaring warily at the alternate turtles.

“For your earlier questions. We didn’t mean to be here as we were forcefully sucked–“

Michelangelo laughs “Ha ha ha, suck.”

“–into a vortex. And it’s the year 2007 in our dimension.” Donatello continued as if he wasn’t interrupted.

‘Thank Spirit’ 

Splinter inwardly raised an eyebrow at what alternate Leonardo said. With Splinter’s ability to read lips, he managed to understand the young turtle’s words.

“Hm… What’s the source of the vortex? I might be able to replicate it.”

Donatello grimaced at the thought of the unusual source of the portal, “Stars alignment.”

“Excuse me?” Alternate Donatello stared at his son, with a gaze asking if he was joking.

“Yeah…” Unfortunately, Donatello isn’t joking.

“Right…” Came a dazed reply, “Not the weirdest transportation… What’s the stars' alignment called and how long to form?” 

“Stars of Kicaan, and 3000 years to align,” Donatello answers.

“Leo?” The alternate genius turtle turned to his brother.

This universe of his eldest shook his head, “Maybe it forms on another planet,” 

Alternate Universe Donatello hummed, “That is possible… Do you think Mona Lisa or Bishop has some information? Or willing to–”

Ba pa ba pa ba pa baa pa!

Alternate Leonardo was interrupted by a shell with a screen on it(?).

Splinter and his sons watched the object being tapped in the alternate blue-clad turtle’s hand and shared it with his Donatello.

“Looks like we’ll get information from Mona Lisa,” Alternate Leonardo said as he tucked away the small shell away. “We’re going to the Mutanimals,” Leonardo informed as he parkoured up to the building’s roof

“What? And where’s that?” Raphael loudly questioned, although, it sounded like a demand.

“Upper Manhattan,” Alternate Leonardo answered, not showing if he was bothered or not at Splinter’s hotheaded son tone, “And I hope you don’t mind being named by Mikey,” The alternate blue-clad turtled added.

“What about being named by me?” Michelangelo curiously asked as they followed his alternate brother’s example.

“Mikey–well our Mikey–likes naming things. Villains, people, or objects.” Alternate Leonardo explained.

“And if you named something without him, he’ll sulk for days,” The alternate purple-clad genius rolled his eyes.

Raphael scowled, “Why the fuck does he want to name us? We already have names!” 

“Because there are two versions of each of us. So, he’ll want to name you or us. And judging by the text, Raph successfully threaten him to name you guys instead,” Alternate Donatello explained. 

“Alright,” All six mutants dropped down in front of a vehicle, “Meet my baby, Shellraiser,” Alternate Donatello presented in a proud ‘Ta-Da’ position.

“Woah…”

The alternate version of his son revelled in the amazed look from Splinter’sfamily.

“Make yourself at home, But! Don’t break anything! Or dirty anything!” Alternate Donatello said as he sat in front of multiple monitors. While his brother sat at the steering wheel.

“Alright,” Alternate Leonardo secured his seatbelt, “Thirty-six minutes away from upper Manhattan,” The mutant set the Stick Shift.

Vrrrroooooooommm

“違う亀ですか？” Questioned Karai to the kneeling ninja. She had just been informed by one of her chuunin, who knows about her mutation and her other family members and even met them, about a Mutant Turtle with a blue bandana and twin katanas, that isn’t her brother.

“はい、カライさま” The ninja confirmed.

Karai sighed, “彼はどこにいる？”

“河童は会議室にいますよ、カライさま。” The ninja answered diligently.

Karai waved her hand, “解雇する” and the ninja disappeared.

Karai stayed still for a few moments, “Shinigami,” Karai turned to her Chuunin[4], “What do you think?”

“On whether this is an actual yokai tricking us or just an alternate version of your brothers?” Shinigami questioned, as she sat on Karai’s desk.

Karai let out a small smile, as she intertwines their fingers together, “Both.”

Shini hummed before magicking a flower, “Let’s pick Dendrobium petals, and see our answer,”

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

Karai watched as Shinigami plucked off the petals and let them fall to the ground until the last petal is in her hand.

“Brother,” Shinigami eyed the dendrobium petal with a Cheshire smile. 

Shinigami let the petal fall to Karai’s palm. Which the Jounin [5] eyed.

“Tell Daisuke to put other Leo in a box–“ Karai paused as a mischievous idea formed in her head, “Actually–put him in a closet, and the inside must have these colours,” Karai handed a piece of paper, “And appoint a flight to New York.”

“As you wished,” Shinigami dramatically bowed and disappeared in a puff of smoke in her wake.

[1] Knowing these two humans looking like Leatherhead’s friends would compromise him. It would feel like he’s attacking his friends. Mona on the other hand thinks these humans were playing a dirty trick to look like her friends, by looking like her friends, these humans thinks she won’t attack them.

[2] Salamander, Leopard Gecko, and Crocodiles has better night vision than humans. Leatherhead is a mixed mutant between Alligator-Crocodile-Human

[3] I’m not typing OOOO-AAAA-OO for monkey noises.

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ill try to answer them all:

genevieve, and I like it!

Yep! I can't draw but I do acting and singing

Yes unfortunately

be on stage as a job

Will Campos waved at me once

not right now, my legs are too fucked

being overlooked: seen but ignored for someone else who is just as good/worse than me

Barret Wilbert weed

I can sing, do card tricks, and I can walk incredibly quietly (ninja style)

absolutely fucking not, just TRY waking me up before 10am at the weekend

Only for bf/gfs but I am down for a nickname

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA YES

I don't watch shows so I'll list one show and movies: good omens, red white and royal blue, the princes bride

not really lol

Me and my friends from all across my friend groups sitting in an oak tree eighty feet high, smoking weed and passing round a bottle of wine that never emptied. We watched the snow fall and the sun rise and it was literally perfect.

nope

nope again

nope x3

unfortunately I am a social butterfly but I wish I could just be on my own sometimes fr

yep! Never used to be but I guess I'm popular now

bite my nails

I always forget I have mascara on so I rub my eyes and I look stupid- I feel open to attack.

Jon if it's a boy, Elisa if it's a girl, and backup name of Ollie/Yasmin/Jasmine

dont have one but DAMN Andrew Garfield fine

music

Dogs but I do love cats

Literally tumbles my only social. I guess ao3?

@valkzzheart

brother, sister, mum, dad. Pretty standard shit

chocolate 🤤

Yep!

YES I LOVE ROLLERCOASTERS

yep, quite well

I have a. DETAILED PLAN. if y'all want me to tell it exactly lmk and I'll divulge my master plan.

yes, a few

Yep!

Pink/blue!

England!!! TOP BINS MATE OAYYYY

Any musical theatre artist!! Or Conan Gray

yes!! It's a big dream of mine but I don't wanna be super famous

Yes I love dresses but I wish it was warmer where I live so I can wear them more

popular from wicked / astronomy by Conan Gray

talking about it in person yes (especially with parents) online no, actually doing it would be a no

like 12?

Yes I do it all the time, Im in a shooting club

Nope!!

i love horror!!

According to my friends yes and I think I'm good too

one time I got really mad at my parents because I was sent away from the dinner table in my old home so I went upstairs and flushed a whole toilet roll down the bog

pretty exhausted

Yes I was actually

i never used to be able to dance but I can now

Biting my nails again

Yes!! I bleached it just so I could dye it

Blue

ferret

Onstage once yeah but it wasn't my fault (mic cut out, I got made fun of)

Yes!

lots!

My main friend group is GAE 🏳️‍🌈

drama

None

sometimes? It varies

pet sematary (1989) FANTASTIC

Not on TV but in podcasting: Normally 'Ly Oak-Swallows-Garcia-Li-Wilson-Marlowe-Swift-The-Unworthy is just like me fr

need to be at the top and extreme competitiveness I force myself not to think about, plus my extreme feelings about fairness

hiking the mountains and going around the world to beautiful places

If I would never die I would start committing crimes

singing aloud onstage and around the house to practice

who I became friends with would change ASAP and my class too

yes absolutely

Late October

My room with all my DND stuff

Did my singing competition auditions!!

an astrophysicist

A stable career and a consistent home life

I usually speak up, I don't think I have a moment like this

I have to get better at everything.

I feel like that already with how many extracurriculars I'm doing bruh 😭

seeing the sights bro

Houses for me and my friends/family, stable education funds for me, my friends, my kids, my family and all our kids. Keep people safe from bankruptcy

The past, instantly. Live in the 80s and 70s forever

a love of acting and helping others

same one from earlier- hanging with the boys committing crimes!!

The woods would be nice but if get bored. The city

Nope. There's no afterlife. It just ends.

my year 6 teacher was the GOAT

playing Lego with my friend from nursery, Aoife.

Einstein so I can get his last words

I don't really know yet. I've laughed so hard I've cried but it's not the same

that some people are gonna think others are better than you and you just have to deal with that. Favoritism is everywhere and fairness is irrelevant.

Nothing.

kill some people probably /hj

run away/defy authority unfortunately

yes, because no matter what people say, looks matter especially early in life. If youre pretty at school you aren't bullied and people like you. I want to give my kid the best chance. (not saying this is a good thing, I hate this but it's the truth)

idk just kinda happened one day

impending doom and my immense hopelessness and just. General sense of emptiness and failure.

exist.

hey that wasnt 100 you skipped 2!!

100 Questions!

Thought these might be fun? Ask me some and I’ll try(I can’t promise) to get something up for you later! these questions aren’t my own

1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it? 2. are you artistic? 3. Have you had your first kiss? 4. What is your life goal? 5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person? 6. Do you play any sports? 7. What’s your worst fear? 8. Who’s your biggest inspiration? 9. Do you have any cool talents? 10. are you a morning person? 11. How do you feel about pet names? 12. Do you like to read? 13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life. 14. Do you care about your follower count? 15. What’s the best dream you’ve had? 16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender? 17. Do you have any pets? 18. Are you religious? 19. Are you a people person? 20. Are you considered popular? 21. What is one of your bad habits? 22. What’s something that makes you feel vulnerable 23. What would you name your children? 24. Who’s your celebrity crush? 25. What’s your best subject? 26. Dogs or cats? 27. most used social media besides tumblr? 28. best friends name 29. who does your main family consist of 30. Chocolate or sugar 31. have you ever been on a date? 32. Do you like rollercosters? 33. Can you swim? 34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse? 35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder 36. Are your parents together? 37. What’s your favourite colour? 38. What country are you from/do you live in? 39. Favourite singer? 40. Do you see yourself being famous some day? 41. Do you like dresses? 42. Favourite song right now? 43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? 44. How old were you when you first got your period? 45. Have you ever shot a gun? 46. Have you ever done yoga? 47. Are you a horror girl? 48. Are you good at giving advice? 49. Tell us a story about your childhood. 50. How are you doing today? 51. Were you a cute kid? 52. Can you dance? 53. Is there anything you do that you can’t remember ever not doing? 54. Have you ever dyed your hair? 55. What colour are your eyes? 56. What’s your favourite animal? 57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself? 58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 59. Do you have good friends? 60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group? 61. What’s your favourite class? 62. List all the tv shows you are watching. 63. Are you organized? 64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion? 67. Which tv character do you relate to most? 68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness? 69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing? 70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die? 71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you? 72. If you could start over, what would you do differently? 73. Would you break the law to save a loved one? 74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new? 75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind? 76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today? 77. What did you want to be when you were a kid? 78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking? 79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have? 80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence 81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like? 82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity? 83. How would you spend a billion dollars? 84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future? 85. What motivates you to succeed? 86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most? 87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why? 88. Do you believe in life after death 89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they? 90. What’s your fondest childhood memory? 91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why? 92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy? 93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life? 94. What do you think happens after we die? 95. What would you do if you would be invisible? 96. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try? 97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring? 98. How did your first crush develop? 99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it? 100. Do you live or do you just exist?

[rainbowtransform]

Okay, so here’s the thing: Leo has to die last.

Splinters goes first. He’s an old man, graying and while he’s the best ninja—he’s too slow. They aren’t fast enough, and Splinter dies. He wouldn’t be able to handle losing four sons, he couldn’t.

Raph goes second, protecting them. There is no mercy, there is no kraangification—he’d just be liability. The sister kills him before Mikey can scream. Raph’s always had separation anxiety, if he’s alone Leo can’t imagine how Savage Raph would handle the place, he reasons.

So the leadership settles on Leo’s shoulders. Donnie and Mikey are too angry, too upset. They don’t think straight—and Leo knows that. He understands that anger.

It’s been burning inside him since he realized that this was his fault. Leo takes the position, and they go back for their brother’s shell and mask. The only things left.

Mikey unlocks something, his mystic power returns. Leo’s and Donnie’s stay locked away. Leo gives him to Draxum to train; and Leo knows he’ll be safer than he is with a resistance.

Cassandra goes third, begging Leo to take care of a baby that doesn’t understand the word he’s been born into. He doesn’t have a name yet—being on the run can do that. Donnie names him Casey. It’s better that Cassandra doesn’t see what the world turns her son into, Leo thinks.

It sticks.

Donnie goes fourth, in a surprise attack and Leo feels him die. They’re twins but they’re not, but they’ve been together forever. Donnie hasn’t slept in years. He can finally rest, and not spent months in a lab worried about keeping everyone safe. It’s better.

Mikey is not around, but Leo sends him a message.

He shows up an hour later. Eyes rimmed red, and Leo is holding six-year-old Casey Jones in a death grip. Mikey has to pry him out of Leo’s hands, and they hug. Mikey cries, and Leo has to keep himself from breaking.

The entire world is on his shoulders, and he can’t fall apart because they’ve lost someone. They lose people everyday. April is already frazzled, and Leo sees the familiar edge of anger in her eyes.

He also sees it in Casey’s.

Leo wraps his brother’s bandanas around his sword handle. Mikey watches. The world is counting on him.

And he can’t fail them.

April goes fifth. After long years of waiting, and waiting and Leo watching Commander O’Neil take the place of April, she finally falls. She dies fighting a resistance that Leo leads. She dies fighting a monster Leo brought. Casey is with him, Leo is hurt, but Casey is okay.

Thank god Casey is okay.

And then, Mikey goes creating a portal to keep Casey safe. And Mikey looks back, he winks at Casey but Leo can see the scared look he has when he turns. But Mikey can’t be last. Leo can’t leave his baby brother alone, in a wasteland. Trying to rebuilt a resistance that can’t win.

Mikey can at least see their brothers. And Leo will do what he promised Cassandra: he’ll protect Casey.

And he tosses Casey into the portal, while he fights the dogs sent. He doesn’t know if he’ll survive this, but if he doesn’t—well. He’s got a family waiting on the other side doesn’t he?

(Leo survives. Figures he would. He mourns his little brother’s passing and even finds ripped pieces of his mask. He threads it between Donnie’s and Raph’s.

And, all alone in a cave, Leo breaks.)

[dead-tired-cm]

Pepperoni Punks

Chapter one - Pizza “Date”

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Raph never really showed any emotion other than anger. Sometimes he yelled just out of anger and frustration, other times it was worry. He didn’t talk to anyone about. It was his issue, why wouldn’t he be able to handle it by himself? Then he met Casey Jones.

———————————————————————

“Hey Raph, didn’t you say that Casey was coming by?” Mikey asked him as he was playing with the pinball machine. “If you listened, you would know.” Raph responded, not looking at the other. “Jeez, already grumpy?” The shorter turtle asked jokingly. Raphael glared at him and Mikey took that as his sign to leave. Raph would’ve hit him on like he used to but he, much to his brothers’ surprise was actually getting better at keeping his temper. Even if it was only slowly improving.

Casey also had issues with their temper but they also had issues with their impulsivity. They were usually off doing random stuff or hanging with the turtles. They avoided being at their own place a lot. They didn’t tell anyone why. The “person” closest to finding out why was Raphael. Casey never knew someone who could start off hating you nd then the next day actually become your friend. They just felt a bit different around Raph but god forbid that they would actually tell him. “Yo! Casey Jones has arrived!” Casey said excitedly when they entered the turtle’s lair.

“Ay, dumbass! Be quiet, Leo and Donnie are asleep and Splinter is meditating!” Raph kinda yelled before taking a break from the pinball game. He went over to Casey. “So, how are ya holding up? Get expelled yet?” Raphael teased the other, hitting them on the shoulder. “Not yet jackass.” Casey responded, punching him back. “Got your anger fixed?” Raph just grunted. “Whatever. What did you want to do anyways? Go fuck up muggers and shit.” Casey shook their head, “I can’t tonight. I got into a fight and messed up my leg.”

“Seriously? Come on, man!” Raph was looking forward to taking out his anger. “You better find something else Jones.” He told them. He usually had backup plans but not tonight. “I already found something else. Ya know the old store down on [insert street here]? It still has stuff in it to break.” Casey said.

“Maybe we could get some pizza and head over there?” They asked to see if it was okay with Raph. Casey had been to the old store a couple of times with their sister, so it was safe. “I guess as long as I get to choose the pizza toppings.” Raph told them. “Only if you beat me there!” Casey yelled before snapping on their roller blades and starting to skate away. Raphael won most of the time but it was still fun. “Oh, you are on, Jones!” Raph started after the other.

After playful batter and avoiding others, they made it to a pizza joint. “I win again, Casey!” Raph exclaimed as he stood on a rooftop across the pizzeria. “Uh huh, whatever. What toppings do you?” Casey asked, taking off their roller blades. “Why even ask? You lose enough times to know.”

Casey just rolled their eyes and went to get the pizza, leaving Raph alone with his thoughts. He usually didn’t mind being alone but with Casey it felt like it took forever when they were gone. He had only told Mikey how he felt around Casey as a part as one of their bonding conversations about feelings or whatever the fuck. He was just glad to be fixing his relationship with his brother.

Raphael waited quietly, throwing his ninja stars at a cardboard box. He released some pent up anger. He kept up his guard though. He and his brothers were attacked with their guard down enough times. Raph was muttering stuff under his breath. “How hard is it to order a goddamn pizza?” He threw a star. “I mean for fuck sakes!” After awhile he saw Casey walk out with a pizza and two sodas. Raph grab the ninja stars from the box.

Casey got up to the roof. “I got your favorite! Pepperoni!” They said showing their gap tooth smile. Raph just kinda stared at them. Why did he like their smile? Raph just grumbled something. “Fucking finally! What took so long?” He asked, taking the pizza away from them. Raphael lead them to sit at the edge with him.

“How much do I owe you, Case?” He asked them. Casey grabbed a piece from the box. “You don’t owe me shit. I offered to get it.” They said before starting to eat while looking off at the city. Sure it was grimy and stuff but it still had it’s beautiful parts. They usually eat two slices and saved the rest for later but they hadn’t eaten all do due to being in a rush. “How’s training going? Mikey said that it has gotten a little harder.” Casey said, getting another slice of pizza.

“It’s alright, Mikey just has a different pain tolerance.” Raphael said. “Look at you getting better at your wording. You used to straight up call up a wuss.” Casey elbowed him. “Shut up, Jones.” Raph started eating some of the pizza too. Whenever he got to hangout with Casey out of the lair it was always fun.

Casey’s phone went off to see a text from Mikey. -How’s the date with Raph?! You need to tell me everything!- Casey just groaned and texted back. -It’s not a date, Mikey. Besides all we’re doing is getting pizza and going to break stuff-

“Who’s texting ya?” Raphael asked. Casey quickly put their phone on silent and in their pocket. “Mikey. He wants to know if we could get pizza on the way back.” They lied before finishing their half of the pizza. Raph noticed it was a lie but didn’t push like he would with his brothers.

“Tell him to get some his damn self.” Raph said as he stood up. He hold out a hand to help Casey up. They smiled and took his hand. “You becoming soft on me, Red?” They teased. “You wish, Jones.” With that the two of them made their way to the old store as they planed earlier.

“Beat you there!” Casey yelled as they popped on the blades and skated away. “Get back here, Jones!” Raphael said as he ran after them.

[restartjupiter]

|Sero Hanta|

\(°Head<canons°)/

Headcanons for Sero Hanta

Hairstyle and Clothing style

😁 Mullet man 😩

🍊 baggy clothes and they're sometimes indie aesthetic

Scent/what he smells like

🍊 Citrus

😁 Ylang-ylang

🍊 Scandalwood

Aura / how being around him feels

🍊 Calming

😁 Whenever you really wanna calm down during an random adrenline rush then Sero is the best to go too.

🍊 Safe, it feels as if nothing would attack or hurt you when you're hanging out together

😁 even if you don't him well, you'll feel like you've known him for forever

Small hcs / It's the little things that matter most in life.

🍊 His favorite song is "My type" by Saint Motel or Meteor Shower by Cavetown (depends on his mood)

😁 Sero loves plants and his personal favorite is a bonsai tree.

🍊 Sero studies with Iida and Froppy often!

😁 When he's bored; Sero likes to craft things with/using his tape. Little ninja stars, claws, oragami, etc.

🍊 He doesn't tease others for being shorter than him, a respectable lad. He doesn't wanna make someone insecure about their height and he thinks it's kinda rude to poke fun at someone for being short.

😁 His favorite cartoon growing up was Scooby-Doo

Romantic hcs?

🍊 He doesn't care for the gender really, but he can sometimes have a preference. I hc him to be omnisexual.

I'm not projecting, I just get those vibes from him.

😁 His favorite way to cuddle is with his s/o ontop of his chest, while laying in the hammock, swinging gently.

🍊 He loves dancing with you, swaying slowly, sexy, or dancing goofy it doesn't matter to him.

😁 staying up really late on study nights often end up in cuddling under the blankets.

🍊 Sero is incredibly creative and imaginative so that means,,,, Art! Sero loves art 😌 he has a sketchbook filled with doodles and he loves to draw you ;] (mostly silly doodles and highlighter hyper pop art)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi friend 👋 I just recently found out about the necromancer that Mark plays in The mystic crystal 😅 and was wondering if you could do a Necromancer Mark x reader where she's from the same universe as Danny and Ninja Brian and when the final confrontation happens, she realizes that Mark is her soul mate and somehow convinces him to let the princess go, and persuades him to come with her?

If not I completely understand ☺️

Oooo soulmate stuff!! I haven’t done that in forever. I had to look back on my blog for inspiration and I’m going with this prompt:

“Soulmates that feel each other’s pain (as in any physical pain inflicted on one is felt by the other)”

......................

Why was the Necromancer so evil? Where did all that hatred come from? 

Was he born with it or...could he have been good once?

Those were questions that plagued your curious mind during the journey to the infamous Necromancer’s lair. You, Brian, and Danny were dragged from your world and sent on this perilous quest to defeat him and save the Princess.

Yep, some generic fairytale you three were thrown in. And none of you have the slightest clue what to expect once you finally met this evil-doer.

All you knew about him was from the King’s mouth--how he was vile, crude, destructive and...basically every other bad word in the dictionary. His abilities apparently involved fire, lightning, undead armies, and whatever powers the mystic crystal that imprisoned the Princess had.

In short, you were fucked.

Yet..you couldn’t help but wonder if this Necromancer was just an asshole for no reason or if he had some tragic backstory attached to him (as many villains did). You asked Danny and Brian, and both of them didn’t really care about his motivations.

“We got a hot princess to save, [y/n]!” Danny would tell you. “What else matters?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sigh, adjusting the shield on your back. 

Were you suppose to throw this like Captain America? Or just to defend the pair from attacks?

Perhaps both. You were a bit too eager to use it.

......

At last you reached the Necromancer’s hideout after getting past all of his defenses. Your “trusty noble” steeds immediately abandoned you the moment you dismounted, but did you blame them? No.

You would’ve been running scared shitless, too, if you didn’t make a promise to the King.

So you pressed onwards and entered the crystal-filled cavern, noticing skulls and bats with glowing yellow eyes all around. As Brian and Danny strutted in with all the confidence in the world, you remained cautious, urging them to stay behind your shield.

“Let’s not get too cocky, alright? We have no idea what we’re up against.”

“Pssh, this’ll be a piece of cake.” Danny dismissed. “Unless the bells of doom toll, we’re safe! He’ll never see us comi-”

As if right on cue, you heard the bells toll as everything around you turned red. And you looked to him in annoyance.

“You were saying-?”

Suddenly a swarm of bats started attacking you, and you shielded him, Brian, and yourself as you all ran further into the cave-

Straight into the throne room of the Necromancer himself.

“So..you’ve come from another world to kill me.” He grinned, pridefully admiring the crystal in his hands before setting it down. Within it, the Princess’ image was just barely visible.

“That’s right!” Danny boasted. “The King sent us to stop you for good!”

“No, he sent you idiots to DIE!!" The Necromancer rose up, wielding his staff, though he noticed you and paused for a moment. “Another fair maiden? Huh..are you sure you wish to fight me? I’d hate to ruin such a pretty face.”

“Not if I ruin yours first.”

He huffed. “We’ll see about that!!” From his hand he fired a lightning bolt, but you deflected it with your shield, blasting a nearby rock to bits.

‘Wow this is a pretty strong shield..’ Before you could decide your next move, you heard Danny gasp. 

“Wait! I know how to stop him!”

“Huh?” You and Brian glanced at him, seeing him holding a hand to his head, looking to you with wide eyes and a big smile.

“The Princess spoke to me! We must use the power of love!” Suddenly a teddy bear appeared in his hands.

“Wait where did you...huh??” Glancing at the ninja archer, you saw that he somehow manifested Valentine’s Day balloons and a cake. 

The Necromancer looked on, being just as confused as you.

“Stand back, guys! I’m gonna hug him-!!”

Immediately the hero in blue spandex was zapped, shattering both legs and being thrown across the room. As Brian rushed to his aid, you realized too late that the Necromancer was charging at you next, swinging his staff to sweep your leg and send you to the ground-

“OW!!” 

A man’s scream was heard, but not from Danny or Brian.

But from the villain himself.

You saw him collapse to one knee, groaning as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his head. He held it with gritted teeth, before looking up to see you holding that exact same spot where you hit your head. His golden eyes blinked in bewilderment.

“Wh..What is this?!! What sort of pain magic are you using on me?!” He snapped.

“I didn’t do anything! All I have is this shield.” You huffed, rubbing your head as you stood back up. “You hit like a girl, by the way.”

“..oh how DARE YOU?!!” He sprung up as well and sent out a fireball. Although you dodged it, some of the flames managed to singe your elbow. You hissed in pain as it left a burn mark on your flesh.

The Necromancer yelped again and brushed invisible flames away from his own elbow, noticing you were burned in the same spot, too. “H-How is this possible?!! How are you deflecting your pain back to me?!!”

“I don’t know! Is it technically deflecting if I’m feeling it, too?”

He was about to try a new attack, though he stopped and realized something. “Wait, if I’m feeling whatever you’re feeling, then....” But he shook his head. “No, that’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?”

“I’ve heard of something like this. It’s...the magic of soulmates. It takes many forms, including one where they feel each other’s pain...” He looked at his taloned claws, trembling.

‘Soulmates..that’s right.’ You had forgotten. How could you?

Back in your world, soulmates existed and they found each other in countless ways--whether it involves strings or tattoos or countdowns. You’ve had yet to encounter yours, assuming you had the type where something special only happens once you meet them.

Could this evil man from a medieval universe possibly be your soulmate?

While the Necromancer continued monologuing, you decided to test something out. So you approached him, putting your shield on your back before flicking him on the forehead. “Ow!”

“Ouch..” You winced, once again feeling that same pain, but sure enough that confirmed it. He was the one. “Well, uh...this is awkward...” You trailed off, tensing as he stared at you, though not with hatred but with sadness.

“I can’t believe it. All this time, I thought everyone in this stupid kingdom had a soulmate except for me. I thought...I was destined to be alone, forgotten...unloved.” He turned his gaze to the crystal so you didn’t see the tears welling in his eyes. “I-I consulted the King’s wizards out of desperation, and even they could not tell me..”

“So you mean to tell me that you’re only evil because you weren’t sure if you had a soulmate?”

His silence told you that was true. ‘This couldn’t get anymore cliche..but damn, can’t believe my own soulmate doesn’t exist in my world.’ 

Although not what you expected, you couldn’t be happier to finally find him...even though he tried killing you and your friends only moments ago.

Speaking of whom, you noticed Brian pick up Danny--who was somehow still alive--like a weapon, but you put a hand up to stop him from coming over, mouthing a “wait”. His eyebrows only furrowed in slight confusion, though he didn’t move.

“I only stole the Princess to make her mine..” Hearing the Necromancer speak up, you glanced back at him, seeing him now holding the crystal. “Because I thought fate denied me a soulmate, but..it was you all along. A lovely lady from another world, brought to mine to kill me.”

“Well, it’s not what I expected either.” You awkwardly chuckled. “But look, I don’t wanna kill you. I don’t think either of us wanna. We can end this peacefully.”

“How?”

“Set her free and come home with us.” Putting a hand out, you offered him a sincere smile. “You don’t have to stay here and be miserable and edgy and all that. You can be happier in my world, with your soulmate.”

Still, he was hesitant to accept your offer, frowning deeply. “It sounds too good to be true, though..”

Then he looked up at you suddenly. “Strike me again. Just so I know it’s not a trick.”

‘Damn, is this guy a masochist or something?’ Danny laid there in Brian’s arms, bewildered as they both watched you kick the villain in the shins, both of you in pain after the fact.

While he was recovering, you grabbed the crystal and shattered it into pieces, freeing the Princess at last. Having watched the entire ordeal, she was astonished that her heartless abductor actually had a heart, after all, yet she smiled and thanked you, Danny, and Brian for rescuing her.

You managed to fully convince the Necromancer--learning his name was Mark--to come back with you to the kingdom. He was understandably afraid to, but went along with you anyway, using his powers for good as he summoned skeletal steeds for the five of you to ride back on.

Upon returning to the King, Danny was healed and everybody rejoiced....until Mark was revealed to be right behind you, in which they panicked. The guards moved to arrest him, but you and the Princess insisted that he was good now that he had found his soulmate.

Obviously nobody believed it, and he was gonna say some snarky shit but you elbowed him in the gut to demonstrate the bond, causing both of you to wince at the same exact time.

Realizing it was true, the King apologized--aware that he played a role in Mark’s fall from grace--but was hesitant to let him go with you. 

“Are you sure you wish to take him? You’ve seen what he’s capable of.”

“I am aware of the risks. But I can assure you of this, Your Majesty..he won’t bring harm to these lands ever again. Or any lands in any reality.”

"...very well, then I give you permission to take him with you.”

Upon hearing this, Mark openly wept right there in the throne room, falling to his knees as you knelt next to him to comfort him. You were quite tearful yourself as you finally found your soulmate after years of never knowing if you had one at all.

It was a shock to everyone, considering nobody’s ever seen the evil and hotheaded Necromancer cry before, though it was still a touching sight. It even made Danny cry a little.

Soon the magic portal opened, and the four of you soon departed, eager to go home. Though not before Brian killed one of the wizards to “maintain his rep”.

Once you arrived back in your world, only then did Mark let go of your hand, looking all around at the apartment you shared with the two men--plus a third roommate who was just chilling on the couch.

You chuckled at his confusion. “It’s not a castle, but it’s home. Welcome to New Jersey, Mark.”

“New Jersey..” He looked all around, then back to you with a light smile. Not an evil smirk. “I could get used to this. Thank you..and I’m sorry for everything.”

“No worries. We’re together now even though we had to cross 26 dimensions to find you.” You chuckled as you patted his cheek, kissing him soon after. 

The blush on his face grew and he attempted to hide it with his cloak. “D-Don’t bewitch me with your charms, [y/n].”

Danny just sighed and smiled fondly at you two.

The princess was right. 

The power of love defeated the Necromancer.