#golden eye snapper

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[theopalempress]

Sashimi - The Opal Empress

[goodlucktai]

only going up from here

rise of the tmnt word count: 4k pairing: leo & mikey i wrote this for one of my very favorite people and best friends, the bentley to my bookshop and ben to my sammy and mikey to my leo. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @mykimouser! i'm genuinely better off for having you in my life, it would be significantly darker around here without you. i hope your day is absolutely amazing and you're surrounded by people who love you and you get everything you want forever <3 title borrowed from bummerland by AJR read on ao3

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If you asked Mikey if he was protective of Leo, he would say of course he is! He wouldn’t even have to think about it, what kind of question is that? He’s protective of everything and everyone he loves, and he loves all his siblings more than life itself.  

If you asked Mikey if he was overprotective of Leo, he would say whaaaat? I don’t—I think you’re breaking up actually, shhhcchhkkchhssh—and he’d artfully dodge the conversation by literally sprinting away from it.

The thing is, Mikey knows how annoying it is to have well-meaning loved ones go into hypervigilant mode anytime they come within a five-foot radius of your person. He’s been lobbying since he was twelve for Raph to take the kid gloves off! And throw them far away!! Down a deep hole that Donnie could fill with cement and Leo could plant fake biohazard warning signs around so that no one would ever dare excavate!! 

But Leo has always been independent, more than any of the rest of them. More than maybe he really wanted to be. He takes care of himself, like he has to—like there aren’t a half dozen people around him who would happily do it, who want to do it, who would jump at the first chance to prove that he can depend on them for anything. 

Mikey doesn’t know when Leo got this idea in his head that dealing with him is a chore but it’s an idea that grew up with him. That grew about ten feet taller after the Krang invasion. It’s always towering over them, keeping Leo even further from the people who love him with both its long unwanted arms. 

Sometimes Mikey can slink past those arms and find the hole that Leo hides in and climb in there with him. He’s the best at it, because he’s the smallest, and the one their enemy’s eyes tend to jump right over when they’re sussing out a fight. He can go places the others can’t. And it’s a rule of the universe that once he gets within hugging distance of his brothers, they’re compelled at a molecular level to hug him. 

When they’re holed up together, in that place Leo goes to when he’s alone, it gets a little warmer but it’s still cold. It feels like one of those early winter mornings when the shadows are the longest and darkest and cover more ground than they do the rest of the year and Mikey is just waiting for that spring thaw. He’s been waiting for what feels like forever, but he knows it’ll come. He knows it will.

Two months after the invasion, the sun peeks out.  

“I’m going to tío’s,” Leo announces to the lair, one foot out the door already. 

There’s an immediate crash from the lab, and the familiar sound of a weighted barbell falling on a snapper’s chest from the dojo, as two older brothers scramble to either throw their entire weight into stopping him somehow (impossible) or at least convince him that one of them should tag along (more likely, but Leo would not be happy about it). 

Mikey scrambles from his upside-down seat on the sofa to poke his head over the back of it and call out, “Can I come?” 

Leo glances back down the hall, probably calculating the seconds until his quick escape is botched, but then he looks back at Mikey with that crooked, mischievous smile that’s been Mikey’s favorite since he was two.

“Grab your shoes, Miguelito. We’re prison breaking.” 

“Gimme two shakes!” Mikey says over his shoulder, already bolting for his room. 

Mikey’s arms have mostly healed up from the golden portal he opened into the Prison Dimension. There isn’t a crack or a scar left but the lingering nerve damage is killer. The colorful custom arm braces that Draxum sourced for him help a lot and he’s good about remembering to wear them—so there is really no reason for their entire family to be such worrywarts about it. Especially when Don’s shell is still too tender for battle armor and Raph’s lucky he can still see out of his right eye. 

“It’s because you’re both the babies,” April said a few weeks into their collective recovery period, poking Mikey right on the beak that he had wrinkled in frustration. “The youngest in the whole clan. Even Casey Jr.’s older than you two. Deal with it.” 

Donatello is technically a month older than his twin, not that either of them care about pesky things like birth dates. They’re twins in their souls. Even though that means Leo has to grit his teeth and plot convoluted revenge when Donnie dares play the older twin card. 

But also, Mikey knows even though no one has come out and said it, they’re the two who scared the rest of their family the most. 

Donnie and Raph did what they had to do because it was their direct responsibility. Donnie was the only person alive who could have piloted the Technodrome with some degree of success even without his ninpo-powered technopathy. And Raph gave Leo his escape pod because his top priorities have always started and ended with his little brothers. If there had been another way out, he would have taken it. 

Mikey was willing to disintegrate to get Leo out, holding that portal open even though it hurt, even though every ounce of instinct and intuition was telling him to let go, even though he had no way of really knowing it would work the way he wanted it to. Leo threw himself feet first into hell for the rest of them and came out the other side broken and bleeding and traumatized, and he wasn’t sorry he did it. He would do it again, and again, and again. 

So—Mikey gets it. He does. 

It doesn’t stop him from cramming his Jordans on and snatching up the nearest hoodie—pink; he never gave that back to Raphie, oops. He whirls around to find Leo in his doorway, sword slung over his shoulder, weight braced on the neon blue foldable crutch in his opposite arm. 

“Little rowdy back there,” Leo says peacefully, regarding the state of chaos in the lair as their older brothers actively hunt them down. “Let’s take off from here.��

“You got it, boss,” Mikey chirps, hopping in place as he ties his shoe. 

The cyan portal opens as easily as April opens her bedroom window to usher them in for a movie night, bright and inviting. Having opened a portal of his own, Mikey has a brand-new appreciation for how incredible Leo’s ninpo is. He’s never hesitated to hop right through, even back when Leo was still getting the hang of it—either he’ll go where he’s meant to, or he’ll have a fun adventure wherever he does end up. Literally win-win. 

He steps out into Run of the Mill’s back of house. A harried server pauses mid-step to give him a strange look. Then she visibly clocks the blue of the portal behind him, rolls her eyes and continues on her way. Mikey beams at her retreating figure. She should know who Leo is, Leo is the best. 

Leo takes long enough to join him that Mikey has started poking around in the dry storage area. 

“Raph caught me,” Leo says faux-somberly. “I let him know we’d be home by dinner.” 

“With some calzones as a peace offering,” Mikey says with a nod, matching his grave tone. It makes Leo crack a smile, because it’s always charming to him when his siblings commit to the bit. 

“Can I please get through for a can of tomato paste,” a salamander yokai in an apron and unnecessary hairnet says loudly from behind them. Oh, they are kind of just hogging the whole doorway, huh?

“Weeeell, since you said please,” Leo replies, steering Mikey by the shoulders out of dry storage through the prep kitchen and out the employees-only door. 

Mikey ambles along agreeably, and accepts the hot basket of mozzy sticks Leo plops into his hands without questioning where it came from, and hops up into a seat at the bar since the dining room is pretty full. 

“I’m gonna go bug tío Hueso for a bit,” Leo says. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do—”

“—deny everything and throw Draxum under the bus however I possibly can,” Mikey recites. He would never actually throw Draxum under the bus—unless it was a really funny bus—but they both know that so there’s no point bringing it up. 

“You’re my favorite,” Leo tells him. He knocks his knuckles on the bartop to get the attention of the rabbit yokai back there and wiggles his fingers in a wave when he has it. The yokai’s fur poofs a bit, like always, and he immediately drops the handful of forks he was holding with a noisy clatter. Then Leo whirls off to go make trouble elsewhere, crutch slowing him down not at all. 

The rabbit yokai is one Mikey knows pretty well from a hundred other afternoons just like this one. Usagi isn’t old enough to serve drinks, but he likes to roll silverware behind the bar so he can prop his phone up beneath the counter and watch TikToks. He always watches the Hamatos when they come in—maybe one Hamato in particular. 

It would probably make him less flustered around Leo if he knew that Leo’s entire family had a betting pool going on the two of them. Or maybe it would make it worse. Hmmmm. Mikey won’t mention it just in case. 

“Hi, Usagi,” Mikey says cheerfully, popping open the lid on the marinara sauce nestled into his ill-gotten gains. “Mozzy stick?”

“Hi, Mikey,” Usagi replies. “No, thanks. I’ve already eaten like a million garlic knots today and señor Hueso is making me take the leftover lasagna home since Auntie isn’t back until—” He cuts himself off, embarrassed. He always volunteers a ton of information and then wrongly assumes his friends don’t want to hear about all of that and reels himself back in. “Anyway! How are things?”

“Good!” Mikey says. “I’ve been one-hundred percenting all my Pokemon games since I’m stuck inside so much.”

Instead of remarking on that, or on the bright eye-catching colors of his arm braces, Usagi says, “Woah, even Diamond?”

“Yeah! Ohmigosh, I forgot to tell you, I caught Feebas!” Mikey pulls his phone out to show him proof, the victorious picture taken of his Switch screen. “I finally had to just lock in and totally ignore my phone for like two hours. Raph definitely thought I died when I didn’t reply to a meme Donnie sent in our group chat. Check it out!” 

Usagi leans over the bar to see and his reaction is everything Mikey could have hoped for. He gasps, “It’s a shiny?” 

“It’s a shiny!” Mikey hollers, then ducks his head a bit when the actual bartender gives the two of them a pointed look. Tucking his phone away, he says, “So what is your aunt up to? And what does it have to do with leftover lasagna?” 

“Oh! Well, she’s visiting with her sister, and I told her I could definitely fend for myself while she was gone, but yesterday there was kind of an incident with the microwave—”

Someone settles into a stool at Mikey’s right, and cuts right over Usagi to say, “Hey, Michael, right?”

Mikey glances over to find a really tall cat yokai, tawny fur with a black rosette pattern which makes Mikey think of a jaguar, except his ears are long and fluffy, and his face is distinctly more human than feline. 

“Half-right,” Mikey responds, frowning. “You just completely talked over my friend, bee tee dubs.”

“I’m sorry!” the cat is quick to apologize. “I didn’t realize you were friends, I thought he just worked here. You don’t mind, do you?” he adds to Usagi. 

Usagi has the deer-in-headlights look of someone thrust into a social interaction they Do Not Want To Have, and Mikey cringes a little at himself for it. Resolving to make it up to him later, he swivels in his seat to get the attention back on himself. 

“What’s up?” he says, hoping they can speedrun whatever this is. 

“I was just wondering how you’ve been since the invasion,” the cat says. “We haven’t seen you or your brothers around here much recently.” 

“Yeah, we’ve been spending more time at home,” Mikey says, the usual canned response they’ve taken to giving when their friends and associates wonder about their less frequent appearances lately. “We had some close calls but—you know, we won, so.” 

Usagi’s ear twitches, and his mouth turns down, and he gives the silverware he’s rolling his full attention. He has a lot of feelings about the Hamatos being involved in a huge fight that he was completely unaware of until it was long over. Mikey thinks he would have helped if they’d asked him to. He’d definitely do anything if Leo asked. But how could they ask? 

The cat yokai says, “Yeah, I saw the footage. Very impressive.” 

Mikey frowns and stops turning his seat back and forth. “Donnie—my brother wiped all the footage with us in it.” 

“I’m sure he did. But someone captured a few minutes of your battle on a scrying mirror and it made the rounds down here.”  

Ugh, magic, Mikey thinks with derision for the very first time in his life.

He makes a mental note to ask Draxum about how they can get rid of that footage, too. 

If Draxum doesn’t know, Big Mama will. Leo is her favorite. 

“Did I see Leonardo come in with you?” the yokai is saying, leaning in a little. “A few of my buddies and I, we were wondering if we could interest him in a proposal.”

A suspicious little animal in the back of Mikey’s brain sits up straight and starts paying attention. It’s weird that the guy guessed at Mikey’s name but knows Leo’s. It’s weird that he’s been paying attention to their comings and goings from the one place in the Hidden Cities they frequent regularly. And it’s weird that he has a proposal for a teenager.

On the other side of the bar, Usagi’s eyes are dark and watchful. He and Leo can talk shop about kenjutsu for hours at a time, and in this second Mikey doesn’t have trouble imagining Usagi with a sword in his hand. 

“Why?” Mikey says. 

“Those portals—I’ve never seen anything like it,” the cat says. “He could do so much with that ability. I’m sure he’s got people falling over themselves left and right to offer him work, but my employer could probably double any standing offers.” 

He still sounds surface-level friendly and admiring, but there’s a rot beneath it all, sickly-sweet. A greed. Mikey abruptly wants this guy at least one ocean and a language barrier away from himself and his big brother. 

Yeah, Leo’s portals are second-to-none. It’s incredible, the way he can think in three different places at once and account for every single sibling on the field like he’s playing 5D chess while everyone else is playing checkers. He makes it look easy because he’s Leo, and that’s what he does—he makes impossible stuff look like a breeze. Give his ninpo to a clown like this cat and they wouldn’t be able to accomplish a tenth of what Leo has in two years. Even if they had a hundred years. 

And Mikey can feel himself falling into that trap that Raphael so often falls into—that Donatello is guilty of tripping into now and then—the overprotective one. In the same second he thinks about how capable and cool Leo is, he’s thinking about how he would do anything to keep creeps like this away from him. He’s thinking about how Leo deserves to be around people who like him and appreciate him for him, and not for what he can do for them. 

“He’s sixteen,” Mikey says coldly. To him, sixteen feels very grown-up, but he makes sure to say it the way everyone else in his family constantly says it. “If he wanted a job, he’d work here.” 

“Oh, yes!” Usagi blurts. Then, “Uh, I mean, we’re hiring.” 

“A guy who can portal like that, taking pizza orders? Please,” the yokai says with an amiable grin, like they’re all in on the joke together. “Seriously, can I give you my card? Let him think about it. He could, uh—do some real good. For the community, you know? The Krang left a mark everywhere, even here. If he wanted to give back, there are lots of opportunities.” 

He takes a monochrome business card out of his wallet and slides it across the bar. Mikey doesn’t even look at it. He can feel himself getting really, properly angry. 

Leo’s too clever to get played, but he’s so guilt-motivated. He’s got that huge shadow hanging over him that convinces him so easily that he has all this stuff he has to make up for. He has all this love he has to earn. If this creep framed his job opportunity to Leo as a way to give back, to help people in the wake of an invasion he entirely blames himself for, then Leo would be lured right in. It wouldn’t even be hard. 

Michelangelo is so. Sick. Of this guy. 

“Can I just save you the time?” he says, smiling super brightly. “He’s not interested.”

The yokai’s smile fades a little, expression distinctly less friendly, but just for a second. He looks at something above Mikey’s head, and the smile stretches back out again. 

“I’ll wait to hear that from him,” the guy says, nodding to indicate something behind Mikey. 

Looking over his shoulder, Mikey sees Leo and Hueso chatting as they emerge from the office. Leo is waving his hand while he tells whatever story he’s telling, bright and animated, a far cry from that frightened boy they pulled out of the Prison Dimension. He feels safe here and he doesn’t have to put on a performance for anybody here and it shows. It’s why Raph let him go earlier without much of an argument. 

Mikey isn’t about to let anybody ruin it for him. 

Hueso wouldn’t exactly thank him for starting a brawl in his restaurant during the late lunch rush—and Mikey’s done a really good job of not getting banned this month! 

So sabotage it is. 

He’s the youngest of five—six, now, with the addition of Junior to their ranks—and when it comes to big, wounded eyes and crocodile tears to shake dad off his trail and throw another sibling under the bus, nobody does it better than him. 

Moving fast, Mikey pitches himself sideways off his seat. The stool clatters over noisily and Leo looks up in time to see Mikey hit the floor. Picture-perfect. 

“Ow!” he cries out, only half-faked. He did kind of land on one of his wrists a little too hard. 

“What the hell,” the yokai says dumbly. 

Leonardo is beside Mikey so fast, Mikey’s not one-hundred percent convinced he didn’t teleport himself there. He crouches, broken knee and all, and says, “Gravity two-hundred and eight, Angie zero.”

“No fair,” Mikey protests, sitting up. “It was two-hundred and two yesterday.” 

“Well, this wipe-out was embarrassing enough it’s worth multiple points.” 

Despite his teasing, Leo is entirely focused as he tests Mikey’s wrist for pain. When that doesn’t cause more than a wince, he pulls at the velcro straps until it’s loose enough to slide off. Mikey patiently endures Doctor Leon’s careful assessment of his arm, and buckles the brace back on when he’s allowed to. 

“What the heck happened?” Leo only asks when Mikey is helping him to his feet. 

“That guy pushed me down,” Mikey said immediately, head lowered enough that he has to look up more than usual to meet Leo’s eyes. 

“What?” the yokai snaps. “I didn’t push you down!”

“Sure, I just decided to fall down for no reason,” Mikey shoots back sarcastically. 

“That’s exactly what you did!” 

Leo glances at Usagi, the only eye-witness. Usagi says, to the cat yokai, “I saw the whole thing, man. You’re really gonna sit there and lie?”

Oh, we’re keeping you, Mikey thinks gleefully, almost forgetting to ham up his hurt expression. 

The cat yokai is definitely pissed off, but Leo stands up tall and steps in front of Mikey, his body language daring the guy to say one unkind word about his little brother. Hueso takes over before anything unfortunate can happen, encouraging the yokai to get his food to go and also to consider never coming back to this establishment since he thinks it’s acceptable behavior to bully a child, et cetera. All in a day’s work. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Mikey sees Usagi sweep the business card off the bar and probably into the trash somewhere behind it. 

They hang out at the bar for the rest of the afternoon. Usagi isn’t on the floor today, restocking and cleaning and running food instead, so he gets away with chatting and sneaking them free cranberries-on-the-rocks up until they leave. Leo finds out about the leftover lasagna situation and convinces the rabbit to come over for dinner, including a calzone for him in their take-home order to sweeten the deal.

“Uh,” Usagi says, “sure. Okay. That’d be—yeah.”

“Nice,” Leo says. He sounds way cooler about it than Mikey knows for a fact that he is on the inside. But that’s Leo to a tee—make it look easy. Don’t let anybody in on the big secret that you struggle, too. You have to unlock like fourteen friendship tiers before you get on the other side of all that. 

They portal most of the way to their favorite manhole back home, walking the final city block for a few extra minutes under the warm red evening sky. 

“So what happened with Puss in Boots back there?” Leo says apropos of nothing, when Mikey’s dramatic rendition of his capture of the Feebas and ultimate one-hundred percent completion of Brilliant Diamond has winded down. 

Mikey looks at him sidelong, but Leo is still looking ahead. He does kind of need to pay attention, the city sidewalks aren’t always clear, but that usually doesn’t stop him from looking at his brothers while they talk, to his brothers’ eternal exasperation. 

“I told you, he pushed me.”

“Uh-huh. And what actually happened?”

Ughhhhhh, Mikey has only fooled Leo like three times in his entire life, why did he automatically assume this would be success story number four? 

“That guy was weird,” Mikey mutters. He watches the ground while they walk, his untied shoelace flapping around with every step. “He knew about your portals and wanted stuff from you. He was super shady, Lee! He was like if Kingpin from the Spider-Man comics and Gaston from Beauty and the Beast had a baby. And were cats.”

Leo snorts, and Mikey jerks around so fast he’s not able to hide his smile in time. 

Aha! Mikey thinks, doing cartwheels in his mind. He laughed, I win!

“I’m not gonna let anybody walk all over you,” Mikey says, clenching one fist in front of him. “I know that you don’t need anybody looking out for you—believe me, I know.” They share a commiserating look, two little brothers against the world. Leo looks distinctly amused, like everything Mikey does is worth watching and bragging about later. “But I just love you so much, Leo. If this was a perfect world, everyone would love you as much as I do. But since that’s impossible, and no one will ever usurp me from my number one spot as your biggest fan, then I’ll settle for everyone at least liking you as much as I do. Which is still a pretty high bar, but it’s doable. If they just put the hours in, if they, you know, worked for it—”

“Oh my god, Miguel, stop,” Leo says, pushing at his shoulder. Mikey sways sideways with the push and comes right back, undeterred. 

“I’m unstoppable!” he hollers, lifting both arms and punching his fists up above his head. 

“Yeah,” Leonardo says, sounding like his old self again—sixteen years old, the whole world in his corner. “You’re the best.”

Mikey thinks he could do anything, he could light up the sky, he could punch a hole in the dimension, he could travel through time—he can definitely protect his brother. He’s the only person in the world who can get away with doing it, after all. That’s a big responsibility. Good thing Mikey is big enough to hold it. 

Daylight is only an afterthought in the sky now, all those rich autumn colors dimming into deep, vivid hues of purple and blue. The tunnel home is just around the corner, and they’ll have to reheat the food when they get there, but they’ll have to reheat Usagi’s anyway. 

When Leo reaches over and strings his arm around Mikey’s shoulders, Mikey adjusts his stride, shuffles his takeout bags to one hand, and puts his arm around Leo right back. 

“Thanks, Mike,” Leo says. “For being on my team. I know I don’t make it easy.”

“Your team is the only place I wanna be,” Mikey announces, when he’s sure his voice won’t wobble and give the wet sheen in his eyes away. “If you ever try to kick me out I will make your life a living hell. It seriously would not be worth it for you. Don’t tell Raph I said hell.”

Leo throws back his head and laughs for real. His crutch skids on a dead leaf and since they’re attached to each other they both stumble wildly and almost drop the calzones and get dirty looks from other Manhattanites. It’s the kind of moment that becomes the kind of memory that settles deep in the core of a person, never to be forgotten. 

And Mikey sees it—spring. The sun is finally coming out. Someday really soon, he thinks, those shadows that cling to Leo will have to find someone else to haunt. 

Until then, he can be sunshine enough for them both. 

[oleander-nin]

A/N, not important: YO THIS IS IT! I'M DONE! This is my last request from the follower special. I'm so tired. I hope I did Raph justice, he's always difficult for me to write. Also, I've never written a kiss scene like this before, which is probably obvious form how bad it was. Anyways, I'm going to go do homework now. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Fluff, bad characterization, kissing

Words: 1429

Prompt(s) requested: 7(Running in the rain)

Summary: Raph didn't mean to wait this long, but it's now or never. He really hopes he isn't too late.

Raph sits at the island counter in the kitchen, a warm cup of tea in his hand. His eyes wash over the scene in front of him, taking in the details. The lair was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the wet, cold surface. He could faintly hear the rain thrumming against the concrete above. It was peaceful, with everyone being holed up in the lair. You were there, sitting with his brothers. Mikey was showing off another one of his drawings, your praise for his art singing high. Raph smiles behind the lip of his mug, happy everyone was getting along so well.

They all knew you were leaving soon. Off to college as most kids your age were. Raph puts his mug down and stares into the golden liquid, a small frown on your face. He never did conjure up the courage to tell you how he felt and now he was certain he never could. How could he, after you told them all you were leaving for college. 30 minutes from now, you would be on a bus heading to the airport so you could make it to college.

The large snapper chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t help but feel bitter about it, even if it was technically his own fault. Maybe if he told you earlier, or even told you at all, you might’ve stayed. Or, you might've at least picked a college closer to home. But now it was too late, and the person he loved was leaving. Would you still visit? Would you still call? Raph hoped so. He really really hoped so.

Leo walks into the kitchen, waving at his older brother. At Leo’s approach, Raph scoots over slightly to make room for the younger turtle. Leo sits next to Raph, resting his elbows on the counter and his chin in his palms. 

“You haven’t told them.”

Raph avoids his brother's gaze, sipping on his tea as a distraction. The liquid inside was quickly depleting from the amount of times Raph had done this. He really needed a refill. Or a better excuse. He couldn’t stomach seeing you before you left, possibly forever. “Raph knows.”

“You should probably do it soon, you’re running out of time.” Leo says, looking past the doorway and into the living room where everyone else was situated. Even Donnie had been hanging out with you all day, despite claiming he was too busy.

Raph only sighs at his brother’s words. Leo was right, he knew he was. You were leaving, and here he was, avoiding you. This was the worst way to do it. His voice sounds defeated as he speaks in his low tone. “Raph knows.”

Leo watches as Raph swirls the rest of his tea in its cup before drinking it in one final gulp. Raph gets off the chair he was sitting in and sets the mug carefully in the sink, grabbing the dish soap and washing it out. Leo says nothing, and neither does Raph. It was a heavy silence, much thicker than the airy tone of the room just next door. Raph could hear your voice sounding loud and clear as you swapped stories with his youngest brothers.

He puts the now clean mug on the dish rack as you wrap up a story about something one of your coworkers did, April’s loud laughter echoing around. Raph could sense Leo’s stare, his scales itching at the feeling. He knew he was being a coward, and wasn’t acting like a hero at all. How could he fight bad guys if he couldn’t even tell you about his stupid crush?

Raph doesn’t know how long he stood there, staring into the sink as he contemplated what to do. Telling you wouldn’t help anything, you were still leaving. But, it might just make the visits back home just that more sweet. Raph exhales slowly. He would tell you.

When Raph turns around, he is hit by the stark realization Leo was gone. Raph listens for a moment, expecting to hear your voice sounding loud through the lair, but all is silent. A pit forms in the snapper's stomach as he carefully walks forward, peeking his head through the doorway. You were gone. Raph looks back and forth between the lair. His brothers were still there, as were the Casey’s, April, and his dad, but you were nowhere to be found. Raph felt sick.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” He asks, already knowing the answer. You had left. The faces of Mikey and Casey Jr. confirm this, both looking uncomfortable. Donnie glances up from his phone at the eldest brother, nodding his head towards the door.

“Oh they just left. If you hurry, you might be able to catch them.”

Raph nods, thankful for his brother's advice as he takes off with nothing more than a hushed goodbye. He couldn’t let you leave, not without saying goodbye. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t in the first place. Raph pushes the growing thought out of his head. In reality, you probably tried, but ended up getting ignored by him in his half lucid state.

Raph lifted open the manhole cover that led to the surface, runoff water pouring onto his face. He shakes it off with a grimace, climbing out of the sewers and standing in the vacant alleway. The downpour quickly drenches Raph despite having only been outside for mere moments. The water doesn’t stop him however, as he quickly starts to make his way to the bus stop, and by association, you.

He would tell you how it feels even if it killed him. He had to.

Raph quickly makes his way to the rooftops, running and jumping despite the slick surfaces from the rain. Was it dangerous? Yes. Did Raph care in the slightest? No. His goal was to get to you before you left, and he planned to complete it. 

The bus stop comes into view and Raph skids to a halt a couple rooftops away. Water was running down his face and into his eyes, making it hard to see. The cold water makes him shiver as he scans the ground for your figure. He couldn’t lose you, not yet.

His body almost crumples in relief when he sees you approaching, your raincoat, boots and umbrella making you easy to spot. Raph jumps down into the closet alley to the bus stop, waiting patiently for you to walk by. He didn’t want to scare you, but he couldn’t risk being seen.

Once he notices you’re about to walk in front of the alley opening, he calls out your name. Your head turns, and your eyes meet. Raph smiles warmly at you, gently taking you by the hand and pulling you into the shadows of the alley. Your bus arrived in nearly seven minutes, so he had to make this fast. Short, sweet, and to the point.

“Can Raph kiss you?” Raph panics slightly at the words that tumble out of his mouth without permission. That was too short. Raph stumbles over his words a bit at your confused face, trying to explain himself. “Raph- I love you. I’ve loved you for such a long time, and I can’t let you go. Not like this. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

Your hands cupping his face was not what Raph expected, nor the smug smile. You pull him in for a kiss, your lips meeting his in a gentle succession. Raph’s knees nearly buckle before he steadies himself once more. The snapper’s heart swelled in his chest, and he had to keep himself from pulling you back when you separated.

“Wait for me.” You whisper against his lips, the bus that would start your journey beginning to pull to a stop. Raph thought it was a silly request, he would wait a lifetime if it meant he got to see you again. Raph kisses you again as an answer, his large hands hovering just above your sides. He was terrified he might never let go if he held you now. You pull back from him, your eyes shining with fresh tears to match the falling rain. You give Raph a final wave before heading to the bus, disappearing around the corner to load on. Raph watches your fleeting form, frozen for just a moment. He quickly makes his way onto the roof, watching as the bus drives off, taking you with it. Raph wanted you back already, the pang in his heart growing stronger every inch the bus gained.

[boxfullaturtles]

Rest for the Weary

A "Made to Suffer and to Love" Vignette

Donatello isn't doing great since his double mutation. He doesn't feel like himself. He feels like a monster.

This was originally conceptualized as a comic. But I don't really have the time to commit to that, and I really wanted to tell this little story. So you get a mini fic instead.

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His family is laughing.

The sight fills him with a warm relief, the familiarity soothing to the tiny lump of worry that has been sitting in his stomach. He doesn’t know why he was worried, he only knows he was and it was about them. He worries about them so much.

But Leo has an arm draped over Mikey’s shoulders and is leaning over him with a broad grin on his face. And Mikey is battering playfully at him with loud sunshine laughter, shoving playfully at his older brother. Raph is looming over both of them with a grin that says he’s two seconds away from scooping them up into his arms. Splinter is shaking his head with a fond smile and April is encouraging their shenanigans with taunts and laughter. They are washed in sunlight, cast in a warm and golden glow, the perfect picture of family.

Donnie grins as he makes to follow them. He moves to step out of the shade and into the sun, only to be pulled up short by a sharp tug on his arm.

He frowns, turning to see what’s stopped him. There’s a thick, steel manacle clamped around his wrist, the heavy chain attached to it stretched taut. Donnie follows the chain back to a sturdy wall where the chain is mounted and his breath catches.

Why is he chained up?

He turns back to face his family, to reach out to them, but there’s another pull and another rattle of metal. His other arm is in chains now. Donnie thrashes, yanking on the chains, skin chafing beneath the cuffs. There are chains on his ankles and then around his neck and he’s trapped, shackled to a wall and his family is only a few feet away in the sun!

There are heavy black bars between him and his still laughing family.

He’s in a cage.

He’s in a cage and his family is right there!

Donnie calls out to them, but his voice comes out in roar, an animal shriek. There are no words, only noise. He tries again, tries to shout his brothers’ names, but again comes the unearthly, horrifying cries. He sounds like a wild beast, a stranger. No one turns to look at him.

His eyes burn and he heaves against the cuffs, straining his shoulders, pulling with all his might.

His family is farther away. They’re leaving! They’re walking away and they’re leaving him behind! He screams and cries, he begs for them to turn and see him. But they keep walking away into the sunlight and leave Donnie alone in the shadows of the cage. He screams in despair, collapsing to his knees on a floor covered in straw. Tears streak down his face as he howls and sobs. He’s in a cage, chained up like some animal, stripped of everything he owns and left to rot here.

He’s alone. He’s been abandoned. He’s a monster. He can’t blame them. He hurts so much. He...he…

Donatello jerks awake with a mournful wail.

The room is dark and big and his cry echos, bouncing back to him without an answer.

He sniffs at the air, shuffling across his nest and twisting his head around to try and see in the dark. There are the lingering scents of his family, of Raph’s terrarium and of the snapper himself. Mikey’s scent is the most recent and there’s a pile of blankets and a pillow on the couch. But there’s no one there now. Donnie is alone.

The nest of blankets and soft things feels cold and lonely. Donnie presses his big, awkward hands over his snout to try and keep the desperate whine of loneliness and terror inside. He’s shivering, each breath he takes comes in as a shuddering gasp, and despite his size, he’s feeling so very, very small. He’s so caught up in the dregs of the nightmare and awful feelings that he doesn’t notice the light patter of feet on the concrete floor.

“Dee?”

Mikey’s voice startles him and he looks up quickly. Mikey’s hovering a foot away, worry on his face, the light from his phone stinging Donnie’s watering eyes. Donnie swallows the lump in his throat and can’t stop himself from shooting a glance from the empty couch and back to Mikey.

“Ah, sorry, I know you don’t really like having to sleep out here so, uh, I dunno, I got kinda sad and wanted to keep you company,” Mikey shrugs with a small smile, “I just ran to the bathroom real quick, sorry if I woke you up…” He shifts, tilting his head, his expression scrunching up in concern, “...are you okay, Donnie?”

Donnie’s not sure how to articulate with his limited ability to communicate just how much it means to him that Mikey is here. He’s not sure how to explain how the nightmare feels too much like something that can still happen, how waking up alone in the dark is starting to become one of his worst fears. He doesn’t know how to say how much his brothers mean to him.

So he just shuffles over a little in his nest and lifts his arm in a silent invitation.

Mikey’s smile bursts into a megawatt sunbeam.

He tosses his phone onto the couch and dives into Donnie’s nest, squirming around until he’s situated himself snuggling against Donnie’s side. When Mikey beams up at him, Donnie makes a great show of rolling his eyes and huffing before he settles back down.

The blankets feel a lot warmer with Mikey laying next to him.

He closes his eyes and lets his breathing fall into a steady pattern. Mikey’s breathing next to him lulls him back to sleep.

And if Donnie wakes up again from another nightmare, this time he doesn’t wake up alone.

[scarabaebutch]

Prompting Night: Jay Garrick deciding to have some quality bonding time with Bart, in whatever form that takes

A/N: this is the YJA-verse. Also technically within an YJA-preboot fusion AU I've been working on for a while but the details are unneeded since this is part of the very beginning of it. This is Jay's POV. I adore the Flashfam and have a particular soft spot for the Golden Agers.

Context: this is morning after the end of s2

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7:06AM July 05, 2016

On his second cup of chamomile, Jay looks through Snapper Carr’s last reports and assessments on Bart’s academic skills again. Joan had already left early this morning for her microbiology lecture. Now it was just him and a still sleeping-in Bart in the house. That was a first he was pleased to see; the future-boy had a habit of being up as early as him, an insomniac old man who didn’t have many good dreams to look forward to.

Weak in essay writing and reading analysis, but strong in math, Mr. Carr’s notes began. Demonstrates excellent understanding of algebraic and geometric concepts. Has trouble showing his work and keeping on task, but that may be due to the subject material. Has not indicated extent of previous experience in the public school system. Will need additional guidance on school expectations prior to enrollment. Addendum: very neat cursive! Tell him to keep up the good handwriting. Did you teach him the Palmer method? 

Jay frowns. He'll need to submit these to Keystone North by next Friday. Bart will start eighth grade in the coming fall. The thought of Bart’s shocking youth in light of recent events makes Jay’s stomach clench. Jay had nearly pulled Bart off the Team after Wally’s death. Barry was hardly in a state to argue back. The thought of Bart being in the same danger—how did he ever tolerate that for Wally, Jay wonders. Then he remembers--the need for an outlet, for others like himself, for morality and self-discipline. Work from a young age was good for character and strengthening. Wally had blossomed on the Team, at least for a little while. Then college came and there was a…worrying decline. Frankly, leaving behind the suit was good for Wally’s mental state, whether or not he would ever return to the life. 

But even Wally, Jay thinks angrily, was not exposed to such twisting violence like Bart at the same age. Wally was fifteen going on sixteen when he was first on the Team. The missions, from what he recalled, were tricky but not shadowed by a looming war. Bart wasn’t fourteen and yet he was called one of the most important assets on the Team.

Sickening. Jay had half a mind to question the competency of the Justice League, but he had to use his influence carefully. The Justice League may take his advice in consideration but any harsh criticism could be easily dismissed as an out of touch veteran’s cantankerous mutterings. While Barry would certainly listen to him, that was no guarantee for change. 

Why did he let Bart stay, he wonders. He and Joan were his guardians. Then he remembers again, the hard look in Bart’s eyes. If Jay and Joan did not let him, he would do it his own way, no matter the consequences. Perhaps he should have adopted a firmer stance. But Bart was not a young child that could be easily grounded or restrained. They were guardians but not…parental figures. Not quite. Bart did not openly rebel but neither was he obligated to stay with them, exactly. He listened out of respect and politeness, at least at this point. And Jay rather Bart be monitored and have help nearby than run the risk of Bart running off and doing God-knows-what in bum nowhere.

The new (old) suit and codename was just another hurdle for Jay to get used to. 

Jay sighs, rubs one of his temples. He reads the end notes again. To say they felt vaguely incomplete and superficial was an understatement. But most academic assessments were mostly a glimpse of a student’s ability to take a presented exam nowadays. His own and Joan’s experiences in the American education system long told of that. Bart’s strength in mathematics was unsurprising—his preference of fixing and updating his goggles was evident from the start, alongside his family history. Not that it would have been a shame if Bart wasn’t so inclined; it simply made many things easier. Though, strangely, Barry seemed startled whenever Jay told him of Bart’s fascination with machines and frequencies. 

Jay did not pretend to himself about any previous or future heartfelt conversations with Bart about the alternate now-unwinded future he came from. He didn’t know anymore than anyone else in the family. There was no one left to miss him, Bart had simply said when asked about any future-family to possibly return to, after the Reach were defeated, after poor Wally (it should have been you, you old bastard--).

Another life where there was no one left to miss him. Another aspect that was unfortunately similar to himself (no matter how long ago--). Jay takes another gulp of chamomile and watches the golden hour slowly pass into proper morning. Well, he thinks to himself. It’ll help no one fussing over that now. Bart will tell his current family more when he feels safe. Stable. Jay and Joan were happy to provide that but damn if Jay’s natural curiosity wasn’t piqued. It itched at him, to poke and ask so who did take care of you before you left. Time around fellas of his own generation had luckily taught him patience in that regard. 

The most pressing mystery to Jay was the way Bart ran and moved, smooth, graceful, unceasing. No pauses for recalculations. Leaping, darting. It reminded him someone he thought dead for decades--

Peripherally, Jay teeks a closeby aura shifting brighter, awake. The stairs creak a picosecond after. He straightens up and closes the beige folder.

“Bart,” he calls up. “Breakfast is ready. Clean up and eat some eggs. They’re in the pan for you.”

“Be right there!” Bart calls right down. Ten seconds and a gust of air later, he appears next to Jay’s seat. “Can I have some waffles too?”

“In the freezer.”

“Thanks!”

Jay works through the rest of his chamomile by the time Bart settles across him with a plate piled with eggs and a tower of blueberry waffles. Jay pushes a jar of honey towards him.

“Are we going to train today, Jay?” Bart asks halfway into his eggs and waffles, his tone a tad too casual, the muscles in his throat twitching. Modulating the voice. Jay doesn’t poke. “Gramps mentioned he wanted to skip patrol today so maybe we could go running in Utah or the Andes. I haven’t navigated mountains in a while.”

An incomplete assessment, only scratching the surface. An old costume from someone else. When was the last time Bart had done anything not related to superheroing? Barry mostly called to take Bart patrolling or to pick him up from Team missions as of recent weeks. Before, Bart would take every opportunity to blame the invasion to avoid many non-hero excursions. No excuses anymore, Jay decides.

“I was thinking something closer to home, slugger,” Jay says, pushing the folder to the side. “Do you like chemistry?”

Bart blinks, perks up a bit. “Can’t say I’m super familiar with it like you. More of a mechanic—I mean, I like playing with computer parts or, uh—I’m good with numbers. Carr put that in my report card, right?”

Jay smiles. “He did. Chemistry and physics are my game. I still work as a part-time director. I go in tomorrow.”

“I can do physics.” A twist in Bart’s mouth before his face flattens into something neutral. “Is there going to be a test?”

“Just on how fast you can figure out which chemicals can cause an explosion,” Jay says idly.

“Oh, I think I can do that.” A grin blooms across Bart’s face, something reflecting genuine emotion.  

“My lab’s in the basement,” Jay says, pleased. “After breakfast, I’ll show you what happens when you put sodium in water and how to put out a hydrogen fire. You gotta watch out for such things in a lab. You don’t want to blow up by accident.”

“A hydrogen fire?” Bart repeats, swallowing a bit of syrup covered eggs. His yellow eyes glittered with interest. “I know about magnesium and methanol fires but not hydrogen.”

“Not too different, asides from the fact it’s almost invisible in daylight,” Jay says cheerily. “It happens. After you learn how to not blow up by accident, then I’ll teach you how to make explosions on purpose.”

“Do you know how to put together a gas stove? Or a Bunsen burner?” Bart asks excitedly, voice climbing up. “I know how to fix one but I don’t know about which model parts belong to which since it’s hell trying to find an intact manual even in this time—”

“Sure thing, buster. But we’ll start from the beginning,” Jay tells him. “One step at a time. Think you can keep up?”

“I won’t forget a single one, Jay,” Bart replies with a thick layer of gushing assurance and eagerness. “And don’t worry, I won’t burn down the house. I promise.”

Jay huffed out a short laugh. “Alright, kid. Come on, let’s get started.” 

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

ROYGBIV

Thanks @willtheweaver here!

Rules: post sentences with each color of the Rainbow!

Let's see if TSP Part Two has it all...

Red - from The Secret Portal Part Two

Amaya was a middle-aged woman with hair so dark red it looked purple, tied into a high bun; her dark eyes filled with concern.

Orange - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

A waterfox swam by, its orange scales glistening in the sunlight breaking through the waves.

Yellow - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

Kelsey reached to the pile of clothes that was next to her and tossed a yellow sweater to me.

Green - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Lexi POV)

“Yeah. Basically an honorary cheerleader at this point. Um,” I tapped my green pen on the planner, “okay, Jackson wants to start hanging out outside of school. I’ve told him that I usually am busy over the weekends, and I usually have my therapy appointments on Monday afternoons, but he’s fine hanging out, like, on Tuesdays for Sonic after school.” I began filling him in each Tuesday afternoon.

Blue - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Robbie POV)

“Are you sure that’s blue? Looks more cornflower to me.”

Indigo - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Carmen POV)

The patch of otatave flowers. The twisted log covered in indigo moss. A large stone encased in snapper vines that had once snatched me off the path. I steered clear, only scarcely outpacing a vine that attempted to coil itself around my ankle. I did not care to get tossed like a flying disk today.

Violet - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

The northern mountains in the distance towered over the city’s tallest buildings, and earlier this morning, when I woke up, I looked out the window of the motel. The way the pink and violet streaked across the sky in a beautiful gradient over the peaks of the range.

Wahoo!

I'll tag... @laureleavess @leahnardo-da-veggie @paeliae-occasionally @mk-writes-stuff @cataclysmic-writer

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

List of all SDV and SDV:E (Stardew Valley: Expanded) Giftable Items

Horseradish

Daffodil

Leek

Dandelion

Parsnip

Cave Carrot

Coconut

Cactus

Banana

Sap

Large Egg

Egg

Milk

Large Milk

Green Bean

Cauliflower

Potato

Garlic

Kale

Rhubarb

Melon

Tomato

Morsel

Blueberry

Fiddlehead Fern

Hot Pepper

Wheat

Radish

Red Cabbage

Starfruit

Corn

Rice

Eggplant

Artichoke

Pumpkin

Bokchoy

Yam

Chanterelle

Cranberry

Holly

Beets

Ostrich Egg

Salmonberry

Amouranth

Pale Ale

Hops

Void Egg

Mayonnaise

Duck Mayonnaise

Void Mayonnaise

Clay

Copper Bar

Silver Bar

Gold Bar

Iridium Bar

Refined Quartz

Honey

Pickles

Jam

Beer

Wine

Juice

Clam

Poppy

Copper Ore

Silver Ore

Coal

Gold Ore

Iridium Ore

Wood

Stone

Nautilus Shell

Coral

Summer Shell

Spice Berry

Sea Urchin

Grape

Spring Onion

Strawberry

Sweet Pea

Common Mushroom

Wild Plum

Hazelnut

Blackberry

Winter Root

Crystal Fruit

Snow Yam

Sweet Gem Berry

Crocus

Red Mushroom

Sunflower

Purple Mushroom

Cheese

Goat Cheese

Cloth

Truffle

Truffle Oil

Coffee Bean

Goat Milk

Large Goat Milk

Wool

Duck Egg

Duck Feather

Caviar

Lucky Rabbit’s Foot

Aged Roe

Ancient Fruit

Mead

Tulip

Summer Spangle

Fairy Rose

Blue Jazz

Apple

Green Tea

Apricot

Orange

Peach

Pomegranate

Cherry

Bug Meat

Hardwood

Maple Syrup

Oak Resin

Pine Tar

Slime

Bat Wing

Rusty Blade

Swirl Stone

Solar Essence

Void Essence

Void Pebble

Void Shard

Void Soul

Fiber

Battery

Dinosaur Mayonnaise

Roe

Squid Ink

Tea Leaves

Ginger

Taro Root

Pineapple

Mango

Cinder Shard

Magma Cap

Bone Fragment

Radioactive Ore

Radioactive Bar

Ancient Fiber

Bearberry

Conch

Dried Sand Dollar

Ferngill Primrose

Golden Ocean Flower

Goldenrod

Green Mushroom

Four-Leaf Clover

Monster Fruit

Monster Mushroom

Mushroom Colony

Poison Mushroom

Red Baneberry

Salal Berry

Slime Berry

Rafflesia

Sports Drink

Stamina Capsule

Thistle

Void Root

Winter Star Ross

Dewdrop Berry

Aged Blue Moon Wine

Blue Moon Wine

Aegis Elixir

Armor Elixir

Barbarian Elixir

Gravity Elixir

Haste Exilir

Hero Elixir

Lightning Elixir

Pufferfish

Anchovy

Tuna

Sardine

Bream

Largemouth Bass

Smallmouth Bass

Rainbow Trout

Salmon

Walleye

Perch

Carp

Catfish

Pike

Sunfish

Red Snapper

Herring

Eel

Octopus

Red Mullet

Squid

Seaweed

Green Algae

Seacucumber

Super Seacucumber

Ghost Carp

White Algae

Stone Fish

Crimsonfish

Angler

Icepip

Lava Eel

Legend

Sandfish

Scorpion Carp

Flounder

Midnight Carp

Mutant Carp

Sturgeon

Tiger Trout

Bullhead

Tilapia

Chub

Dorado

Albacore

Shad

Lingcod

Halibut

Lobster

Crayfish

Crab

Cockle

Mussel

Shrimp

Snail

Periwinkle

Oyster

Woodskip

Glacierfish

Void Salmon

Slimejack

Midnight Squid

Spookfish

Blobfish

Stingray

Lionfish

Blue Discus

Baby Lunaloo

Bonefish

Bull Trout

Butterfish

Clownfish

Daggerfish

Dulse Seaweed

Frog

Gemfish

Goldenfish

Grass Carp

King Salmon

Kittyfish

Lunaloo

Meteor Carp

Minnow

Puppyfish

Radioactive Bass

Razor Trout

Seahorse

Sea Sponge

Shiny Lunaloo

Snatcher Worm

Starfish

Torpedo Trout

Undeadfish

Void Eel

Water Grub

Dwarf Scroll 1

Dwarf Scroll 2

Dwarf Scroll 3

Dwarf Scroll 4

Chipped Amphora

Arrowhead

Ancient Doll

Elvish Jewelry

Chewing Stick

Ornamental Fan

Dinosaur Egg

Rare Disc

Ancient Sword

Rusty Spoon

Rusty Spur

Rusty Cog

Chicken Statue

Ancient Seed

Prehistoric Tool

Dried Starfish

Anchor

Glass Shards

Bone Flute

Prehistoric Handaxe

Dwarvish Helm

Dwarf Gadget

Ancient Drum

Golden Mask

Golden Relic

Strange Doll

Strange Doll

Prehistoric Scapula

Prehistoric Tibia

Prehistoric Skull

Skeletal Hand

Prehistoric Rib

Prehistoric Vertebrae

Skeletal Tail

Nautilus Shell

Amphibian Fossil

Palm Fossil

Trilobite

Emerald

Aquamarine

Ruby

Amethyst

Topaz

Jade

Diamond

Prismatic Shard

Quartz

Fire Quartz

Frozen Tear

Earth Crystal

Alamite

Bixite

Baryite

Aerinite

Calcite

Dolomite

Esperite

Fluorapatite

Geminite

Helvite

Jamborite

Jagoite

Kyanite

Lunarite

Malachite

Nepunite

Lemon Stone

Nekoite

Orpiment

Petrified Slime

Thunder Egg

Pyrite

Ocean Stone

Ghost Crystal

Tiger’s Eye

Jasper

Opal

Fire Opal

Celestine

Marble

Sandstone

Granite

Basalt

Limestone

Soapstone

Hematite

Mudstone

Obsidian

Slate

Fairy Stone

Star Shards

Fried Egg

Omelet

Salad

Cheese Cauliflower

Baked Fish

Parsnip Soup

Vegetable Medley

Complete Breakfast

Fried Calimari

Strange Bun

Lucky Lunch

Fried Mushrooms

Pizza

Bean Hotpot

Glazed Yams

Carp Surprise

Hashbrowns

Pancakes

Salmon Dinner

Fish Taco

Crispy Bass

Pepper Poppers

Bread

Tom Kha Soup

Trout Soup

Chocolate Cake

Pink Cake

Rhubarb Pie

Cookies

Spaghetti

Spicy Eel

Sashimi

Maki Roll

Tortilla

Red Plate

Eggplant Parmesan

Rice Pudding

Ice Cream

Bluberry Tart

Autumn’s Bounty

Pumpkin Soup

Super Meal

Cranberry Sauce

Stuffing

Farmer’s Lunch

Survival Burger

Dish’O’The Sea

Miner’s Treat

Roots Platter

Triple Shot Espresso

Seafoam Pudding

Algae Soup

Pale Broth

Plum Pudding

Artichoke Dip

Stir Fry

Roasted Hazelnuts

Pumpkin Pie

Radish Salad

Fruit Salad

Blackberry Cobbler

Cranberry Candy

Bruschetta

Coleslaw

Fiddlehead Risotto

Poppyseed Muffin

Chowder

Fish Stew

Escargot

Lobster Bisque

Maple Bar

Crab Cakes

Shrimp Cocktail

Ginger Ale

Banana Pudding

Mango Sticky Rice

Poi

Tropical Curry

Squid Ink Ravioli

Mushroom Berry Rice

Big Bark Burger

Flower Cookie

Frog Legs

Glazed Butterfish

Grampleton Orange Chicken

Mixed Berry Pie

Baked Berry Oatmeal

Void Delight

Void Salmon Sushi

[marinawolf]

How about something humorous? Kara does a timed eating challenge with ice cream and Lena is both impressed by Kara’s ability to eat that much without consequences (yay alien anatomy!) and a bit turned on. Kara also wins some trivial prize and proudly shows it off along with Lena for supporting her eating habits

Ah, I love this one. it's so damn cute! I hope you like it too! Here you go:

Ice Cream Kisses & Forever (Supercorp)

Lena and Kara strolled hand in hand through the park, enjoying the warm sunshine and gentle breeze. The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, and the sound of laughter echoed in the distance. It was a perfect day for a leisurely walk, just the two of them. The warm sun shone down on them, casting a golden glow on their faces. It was moments like these that Lena cherished the most—the simple happiness she found in Kara's presence. She was entranced by Kara, content to listen to her excitedly talk about a new show, or moan about how Alex stole her favourite pair of boots, or vent about Snapper and how he always gave her a hard time.

"You know that I am technically his boss, right? I can have a word with him." Lena offered.

Kara smiled at her, and squeezed her hand.

"No, I need to prove myself. I can't do that if everyone thinks I'm the boss's favourite."

Lena grinned, "But you are the boss's favourite."

Kara laughed, and placed a soft kiss on Lena's lips.

"And I'm pretty obsessed with the boss. But don't worry, I can handle Snapper."

As they made their way through the park, talking, laughing and stealing kisses against trees, they stumbled upon an ice cream eating contest. Kara's eyes widened with excitement, and she turned to Lena with a mischievous grin. "I've always wanted to try one of these!"

Lena chuckled at Kara's enthusiasm. "Of course, Kara. Go ahead, show them what you're made of."

Lena watched with adoration as Kara joined the other contestants, quickly paying her entry fee and waving down at Lena. She marveled at how Kara's alien DNA allowed her to eat copious amounts of food without feeling sick. It was one of the many things that fascinated her about Kara—her extraordinary abilities and the way they were seamlessly integrated into her everyday life, and how Kara never let them get to her head.

The contest began, and Kara devoured bowl after bowl of ice cream, her determination evident in every spoonful. Lena stood there, cheering Kara on. Lena's thoughts drifted, and she found herself captivated by Kara's features. The twinkle in her electrifying blue eyes, the curve of her smile, and the way sunlight danced on her golden hair. She couldn't help but feel a rush of attraction and desire course through her veins, her desire deepening as she observed Kara's tongue dart out to lick some ice cream that had fallen onto her hand.

Time seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, Kara emerged victorious, the crowd erupting in cheers, some entirely awe struck at Kara's ability to eat that much ice cream. She jumped off the stage with a trophy in hand and a triumphant smile on her lips. Without hesitation, Kara made a beeline for Lena and pulled her into a passionate kiss, celebrating the win.

Lena could taste the sweet remnants of ice cream on Kara's lips, and she felt a surge of warmth in her heart. In that moment, she knew just how lucky she was to be the one Kara ran to, the one she chose to share her victories with. She was Kara's person, and that realization made her heart swell with love.

Back at Lena's apartment, Kara carefully placed the trophy on the mantel, its golden gleam bringing a touch of warmth to the otherwise sleek and clinical space. As Kara prepared to leave, Lena couldn't bear the thought of being alone in her empty apartment. She turned to Kara, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Kara. Stay tonight?"

Kara's eyes softened, and she nodded, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Of course, Lena. I'll stay." Her simple response filled Lena's heart with relief.

As they settled on the couch, Kara snuggled into Lena's side, the simple act making Lena's heart ache with happiness. She tightened her arms around Kara. Kara looked up at her, excitement evident in her blue eyes. "You know we also won a lifetime's supply of ice cream, right? How about we go get some and have a movie night?"

Lena's breath caught in her throat at the casual mention of "we," a promise of a lifetime spent enjoying simple pleasures together. It was a promise of a lifetime spent with the person she loved most. She couldn't help but smile as she followed Kara out of the apartment to get ice cream.

As they walked down the street, once again hand in hand, Lena couldn't help but think that she had never been this happy in her whole life. Kara brought so much light and joy into her world. They had each other, a lifetime's supply of ice cream, and their love. And in that moment, Lena knew that she had everything she ever wanted.

[kittyarchitect]

Snapper is a 208 moon old cream golden tipped cat. They are the captain of their gang. They have ocean blue eyes and a gigantic body. They are callous.

[little-game-pv]

alrighty! what'cha doin here pal? just hanging out? plotting murder?

... hiding a body?

-🐇 Anon

Pure vanilla laughs while petting the platypus on his lap, "I have murdered but it's been a while... last time..."

(Yes this was taken from the little game book)

A bluebird flew onto his open windowsill, chirping at him until he answered. Knowledge perked up and smiled, thanking the bird until he noticed how sad it seemed.  

“He’s dead isn’t he…?”     

The bird chirped twice: a yes. Knowledge wasn’t surprised. He and Herb both knew the risks when agreeing to the plan. It was bound to happen with the walking danger Pure vanilla was. Still, it saddened him to hear such news. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t grown fond of Herb. Even during the time Black lily was dealing with Pure vanilla, the two continued to send letters to each other. Perhaps he had fallen for the plant cookie. With his leafy green hair and leafy green eyes. The pain was much greater than the loss of Vanilla buttercream. Of course he cared about the queen, but he loved the planter. Loved the way the planter saw life and spoke of nature like it was his child.   

Knowledge knew a day like this would come. The day were the bird chirped twice. Every time he had asked the bird and it happily chirped once. Today was twice. He knew what was in the letter with Herb’s death. Pure vanilla was still alive. It wasn’t long before the scientist burst into sobs, hugging the letter as close as he could. It crumpled in his arms, but he didn’t care. This was the closest he’d get to holding Herb’s dead body. He had no clue if Elder faerie would let him bury Herb. He hoped so. He truly did.  

A few days later, they were at Herb’s house. The plants in pots had been placed in the ground. His snappers were still alive, having been fed before Herb’s death. Either that or Pure vanilla fed them before taking what food was left. The bloody knife sat on the wooden floors, reminding Knowledge exactly who did this. Knowledge kicked the knife and cursed out Pure vanilla, as Elder faerie led him to Herb’s corpse. Immediately Knowledge hugged Herb, sobbing his heart out as the three looked at him with sorrow in their eyes.  

Knowledge could care less about Golden cheese and Black lily looking at him with pity. Yet it hurt to see Elder faerie look at him like that because he knew Elder faerie cared. Did everything, almost a little too much sometimes, for him. The pain wouldn’t go away, and he hated it. He hated letting go of Herb so they could put him in the makeshift grave they dug. Slowly he set Herb in the grave, giving him a peck on the lips. A kiss they never got to have while Herb was alive. Never would ever get to have. And then he was back to sobbing as they buried him in the ground, leaving him with the many potted plants Herb had. Plants he took home and took care of from then on.  

Pure vanilla smiled, "It was fun. As for plans...well that depends."

Burning spice glares Pure vanilla.

[laurelslegacy]

Ok so I’ve been via request and because I wanted to, been writing a lemon (p0rn for those younger whipper snappers) with Clarazeb and Kallus.

Now that’s fun BUT the interactions between Hera and Kallus are GOLDEN

Spoilers under the cut

Hera crossed her arms standing just outside the Ghost “Sanitize and clean up after yourselves. I have all exits locked so neither can she easily escape or will you two be bothered. You have one hour.”

Kallus rolled his eyes “I said I was just going to TALK with her.”

“Oh trust me she needs far more than that!”

“That will be up to Clarazeb.”

With all the work and sacrifices that Kallus had made the level of respect Hera had for him was decent, but that statement had her respect for Kallus three fold.

“As long as you are able to help her. I’ll wear headphones.” she put a hand on his shoulder “And, stop getting bit.”

Kallus gave a smirk “But maybe I like it.”

Flushing she just put a hand up, standing up to head back to her room.

[twstrhythm]

“Rain or shine, I’ll be here to help! You can count on me.”

Technical Information: Name: Hongyan Ruan Nicknames: Emperor Red Snapper (Floyd); Monsieur Rouge (Rook); A-Yan (cousins); YanYan (Xiaobai) Voice Actor: Junichi Suwabe (Diamant, Fire Emblem Engage)

Biological Information: Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Age: 310 Birthday: April 11 Star Sign: Aries Height: 185 cm Hair color: Dark red Eye color: Orange Homeland: Xianglong Zhigong Family: See Here

Professional Status: School: Night Raven College Dorm: Scarabia School Year: 3rd Class: 3-C Student Number: 1 Occupation: Student Club: Track and Field Best Subject: Ancient Incantations

Fun facts: Dominant hand: Right Favorite Food: Stir-fried chicken with chili and Sichuan pepper Least Favorite Food: Mayonnaise Dislikes: Failure; Failing; Disappointing others Hobbies: Reading poems Talents: Can read more than one language

Appearance: Hongyan has long dark red hair with a few lighter strands. He has amber colored eyes and a pair of golden horns. He wears the standard school uniform for Night Raven College.

Personality: Hongyan is a proud person. He is highly confident and tends to think he is able to do many things. However, he still admires those who are older than him and tries to learn from them. He is afraid of disappointing other people, so he tries not to fail at the things he does or tries to do. He works hard because he does not want people to look down on him.

Background: Hongyan hails from Xianglong Zhigong. He lives with his younger brother, Xiaobai and parents. For the longest time, he had not known who his relatives were. His parents had been secretive about them, but he never asked questions because he did not want to upset them. Only after he had been accepted into Night Raven College did he meet his relatives. Much to his surprise, they were people he had spoken to before while back home.

Skills and Abilities:

Intelligence: Hongyan is a very smart person, and he is very capable of thinking his way through different situations.

Cunning: He is a cunning individual capable of getting people to trust him with just his words. He uses this skill to get people to give him information that he could later use against them later on.

Magical Skill: He is skilled in magic, particularly water magic. He has great control over his magic, and he is able to minimize damage done to his surroundings.

Dragon Transformation: Hongyan is capable of transforming into a dragon.

Enhanced Speed: He has enhanced speed and is capable of keeping up with a fast moving car in his dragon form.

Enhanced Strength: He has enhanced strength in dragon form.

Extra Flexible: He is extra flexible in his dragon form.

Flight: He is capable of flying despite having no wings in dragon form.

Spatial Awareness: He is aware of what goes on his surroundings at all times. As such, he is a light sleeper.

Unique Magic: Hongyan’s Unique Magicis called Let There Be Rain. It allows him to create rain. Sometimes it can come in the form of a storm if he channels enough magic. However, it can only last for a short amount of time. Using it allows him to walk on water.

Chant: "There are bright days ahead, do not despair. Let There Be Rain!"

Trivia:

Hóng (红) meaning red, vermillion, blush

Yàn (彦) meaning elegant, handsome, learned

Ruǎn (阮) which refers to a type of musical instrument, similar to a lute.

Xianglong Zhigong (翔龙之宫) literally meaning Kingdom/palace of flying dragons.

[wcphasesofthemoon]

Book One: New Moon Allegiances

BloodClan

Leader- Scourge- small black tom with one white paw and blue eyes. Wears a purple collar.

Deputy- Bone- massive black and white tom with green eyes. Wears a green collar. 

Warriors

Snake- black and white tom with an underbite and blue eyes. Wears a black collar. 

Ice- black and whte tom with torn ears and blue eyes. Wears a black collar.

Brick- mangy ginger tom with yellow eyes. Wears a purple collar. 

Minnow- light grey molly with lighter markings and blue eyes. Wears a green collar. 

Pounce- golden tabby tom with a pale diamond on his chest and amber eyes. Wears a black collar.

Snipe- dark tortoiseshell tom with orange eyes and torn ears. Wears a black collar.

Snapper- battle-scarred tortoiseshell tom with yellow eyes. Wears a black collar. 

Rain- long-legged, blue-grey molly with lighter markings and green eyes. Wears a black collar. 

Wing- dark brown tabby tom with green eyes. Wears a green collar.

Blue - blue-grey molly with darker flecks and reddish amber eyes

Queens

Red- dark red molly with yellow eyes and a white tailtip. Mother of Bone’s kits: Moon (black and white tom with blue eyes), Lion (golden tom with blue eyes), Heron (brown tabby molly with green eyes), and Parsley (red and white molly with yellow eyes). Wears a dark blue collar.

Branch- brown and white tabby molly with one blue eye and one green eye. Mother of Ice’s kits: Thicket (pale ginger tabby tom with green eyes and white markings) and Firefly (black molly with yellow eyes and white markings). Wears a green collar.

Cats Outside of Clans

Snowscar- muscular white tom with blue eyes, one floppy ear, and scars across his back

Nutmeg- brown and white tabby molly with yellow eyes. Wears a blue collar.

Filou- light ginger tabby tom with hazel eyes. Wears a green collar.

Tommy- brown tom with a white underbelly, patches, and paws, and green eyes. Wears a purple collar.

Luna- calico molly with green eyes. Wears a purple collar.

Wisteria- pale golden tabby molly with odd, almost violet eyes. Wears a green collar.

Dusty- lithe brown tom with reddish amber eyes. Wears a blue collar.

Tuck- small black and white tom with blue eyes. Wears a red collar.

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

How about this? One day when Mikey is walking home it starts down pouring snow. And in a hurry he opens a small portal and his hands slightly crack. But he doesn't go to his brothers for help till the next day. It can either be one or all three brothers your choice.

Day 7, a snowy day

Summary: Mikey makes a portal cause of the snow conditions, his older brothers find out and give him a small lesson.

A/n: I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY BTW THIS IS RUSHED SO SORRY 😭 ANYWAYS ENJOY! PRO SHIPPERS AND T-CESTERS DNI.

Lee: Mikey.

Ler: Donnie, Leo, Raph.

Warnings: tickles and maybe a bit of pain and angst.

Mikey the box turtle, the mystic warrior was stuck in the pizza store, he snuck out to buy himself pizza, but now, he was stuck, he tried opening the door but there was too much snow outside, well, dang it! Mikey sat inside as the pizza shop was closing soon, so they kicked him out outside, Mikey was now in snow and he needed to swim up through the snow to the nearest bulding and climb it up, dang it, how can he get back home? Then he got an idea, he concentrated, his hands turning into glittering bits making cracks on her hands, slowley he made a small golden portal home, he rushed through it before he closed it, his hands trembeling as he got teleported to his room, the small cracks remaining on his hands and arms worried him for his brothers finding out, but for now, he whanted sleep.

In the morning the older trio realised something was...wrong...their little brother was trembeling, he flinched when anyone whould touch him look like his arms are in pain and wearing long sleeve hoodies which made the turtles worried, meanwhile Raph and Leo decided to confront Mikey Donnie decided to do something else.

The red eared slider came through the door with the snapper turtle as they greeted the box turtle.

❤️:Hey big guy! Uh- You fine?-!

💙:Okay cut the talk big bro let me handle this, Mikey, what's going on??

When Leo said that the orange turtle froze as he looked at Leo and mumbled out.

🧡:W-what r you talking about hehe?...

Mikey giggled nervously before Donnie entered the room and said sternly.

💜:He made a portal.

Mikey's, Leo's and Raph's eyes widdned as they looked at what Donnie was holding, it was a ipad, with a video of Mikey making a portal, everyone forgot that Donnie recorded EVERYTHING.

Mikey was too stunned to speak as he quietly hid his neck into his shell trying to hide himself as the older trio glared at the youngest with a stern, cold look that said "you're in trouble".

❤️:Mikey...you know you're not allowed to DO THAT!! WHAT WHOULD HAPPEN IF WE WERENT THERE AND YOUR CRACKS WHOULD TURN YOU INTO GLITTER??

🧡:Raph calm down! I'm fine!

The oldest and the youngest argued while Donnie and Leo helped to heal those small cracks. Making Mikey giggle a bit since it tickled a bit (his arms were a bit sensitive cause of the cracks).

That made the 3 get an idea as they all grinned, Leo and Donnie slowley started tickling Mikeys arms as Mikey shrieked and started giggling while Raph kneeled down to Mikeys level and started tickling his tummy, this went on for a few minutes before they all stopped and just hugged as Mikey apologised.

🧡:Sorry guys! I promise I tell if I ever sneak out agian!

[pinoyvirtualassistant]

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